#lotte's fics

[lotte-s-web]

Hobie who fucks you to his own songs, and sex isn’t all soft and lovely when kick-ass British-hardcore punk music plays in the background.

— SAMO 🎸🥀⁉️

samo babe youre trying to kill me this is the first thing i saw when i got home😭😭 youre so right tho i HAD to write a thing

💿✩ ❝record ❞ hobie brown x gn!reader ✩💿

₊˚⭑ warnings: penetrative sex, teasing, hobie records reader's voice, overstimulation (i think?)

God knows how long it’s been since his record started playing, but all you know is that he’s been wrecking you for more than 3 orgasms. You’re shaking, hands uselessly gripping at the sheets as if it’d tether your mind to your body, as if you could do anything against the unrelenting pace of his hips. Your cheeks are damp with overstimulated tears, your voice raspy from all the noise you’ve been making.

But noise doesn’t matter when his music is so loud, blasting from all angles of the room and drowning out even the loudest of your moans. It drowns out the loud clapping noise your bodies make as his hips meet your ass, over, and over and over again, following the ever-changing rhythm of each of his band’s songs. The combination of the aggressive music blasting in your ears and his length making space within your body making you dizzy with pleasure.

Hobie groans from behind you, his lean frame fucking into you from the back as he keeps his hand on your hips to pull you back against him with each thrust. His other hand is pushing down on your back, forcing you to arch for him, holding you down despite the way you writhe under him and making you take each thrust into you. 

His skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, making his dark skin glisten in the dim lighting as if he was some god of the night. And with the way he was keeping you on the boundary between pain and pleasure tonight, it certainly felt like he was. 

He’s panting, groaning, and moaning above you, the rough and guttural sounds blending in with his song in a symphony that makes you clamp around him, your lust-addled mind soaking in his pleasure. His hips follow the aggressive beat of the drums, grating and angry guitar riffs pumping his veins with adrenaline and the energy to keep driving into you. His eyes zero on the way your greedy hole swallows in his cock as if it wasn’t enough, as if you hadn’t been complaining just a few minutes ago about it being too much. 

A new song plays, something even faster, even angrier. “Fuckin’ hell,” he grunts above you, stilling his pace to listen to the first few beats of this new song. The sudden stop gives you air to breathe, giving you time to gasp for air and thank whatever higher power there was for the much-needed break. Your face falls into his pillow, your body exhausted.

It’s just as sudden when he starts to move again, his hips pulling back and pushing back in, full force in one swift motion that makes you jolt, making you choke on your breath. The motion is repeated again, and again, and again in another swift rhythm that has you falling apart on his cock. It makes you whine into his pillow, trying to retreat from him in any way you could.

He clicks his tongue at that, disapproving, making his thrusts harder, making you moan louder. He removes his hand from your back to hold your cheeks in a firm grip, pulling your weakened body up flush against his chest. His mouth is right up in your ear as he continues his brutal pace, his fingers digging into the flesh on your hip and leaving purpling marks where they lay as he runs filth into your ear about how good he knows you sound. You can barely hear your own moans but his words ring loud and clear within the foggy state of pleasure he’s got you in.

“Wanna hear ya sing dove,” he groans into your ear, emphasizing each word with a thrust that hits right up against that gummy ridge that makes your eyes roll back and your mouth fall slack. He rests chin resting on the junction of your neck and shoulder, moaning into your skin as he starts to ramble in your ear. “Gonna— F–Fuck— gonna use i’ as yer audition tape, yeah? Mmmph— wanna show the band how fuckin’ pretty ya sound when y’re all fucked ou’ f’me.” 

You keen at the idea, getting his blood pumping hot through his body downwards to where he’s sheathed inside you, his grip on you tightening with every little noise that blends with his song. That’s when it hits him: an idea, a brilliant one. 

The hand on your hip moves away to scramble for something on the nightstand, your body trembling against his as he finds his tape recorder amidst the mess on the small table. He sets the device down underneath you and clicks a button, the cassette starting to roll just as he starts to move again, your whines and cries of pleasure all caught by his tape. You barely notice in your haze, too cockdrunk to even consider any resignations to the idea of you being recorded.

He hears your breath hitch at the idea of being recorded, your voice softly crying out his name in complaint. He chuckles, kisses your cheek then continues pumping up into you, murmuring into your ear, “who knows, hm? Migh’ even get ya on the next track li’ thi’.”

a/n: ik his accent here is shit guys MY BAD IM SORRY aghh its so hard to write it shfbdsh

๋࣭ ⭑ tag/s: @eyesxxyou, @s4mo-is-dead

[wileys-russo]

a practically perfect pair II l.wubben-moy x reader

tooth rotting fluff because you simply can’t convince me otherwise that lotte doesn’t give off the most wholesome, sweet and loving girlfriend energy

a practically perfect pair II l.wubben-moy x reader

3.9K words

you first met lotte when you were just fifteen.

you had both been selected for the under 17's lionesses junior euros, it was your first ever junior national call up and having been one of the only girls who hadn't played with the team before, you found yourself on the outs with the group.

it wasn't to say they purposefully left you out by any means, everyone was friendly and you felt welcomed. but not having been present for other camps or tournaments, there was inside jokes and stories shared which you just couldn't relate to, which lead to you feeling isolated from most of your team mates.

you'd always been more on the quiet introverted side and with so many large bubbly personalities in the team it was easy for you to blend into the background, something you didn't mind by any means feeling quite a sense of security from not being the centre of anyone's focus.

it did however mean you weren't starting for the first match of the tournament, and found yourself sat on the bench with a substitutes bib over your jersey which was easily two sizes too big for you.

you cheered and clapped and encouraged your team mates who were on the pitch, and kept your head down and listened intently during the half time speech, taking note of anything and everything on the rare chance you might be subbed on.

you weren't, but the girls came away with a win and you couldn't have been happier for them, exchanging hugs and congratulating them sincerely.

it was on the bus ride home that you had your first real interaction with lotte, you were sat up toward the front, the louder and more boisterous of your team mates always occupied the back and as we've established, you quite liked to blend in and avoid any unnecessary attention.

which was why you jumped out of your skin in shock as a body dropped down into the empty seat beside you, despite there being dozens of unpopulated rows.

"oh gosh im sorry! i promise i didn't mean to startle you." a toothy smile and messy mop of brown hair stared back at you guiltily as you softly assured her it was fine and you were just by nature quite a jumpy person.

"i don't think we've really had the chance to talk much, do you mind if i sit here?" the girl had asked a little quieter as you shook your head and her smile widened, dumping her backpack at her feet and buckling in as the engine roared to life.

you heard a few of the other girls calling out for her to come and sit with them but she waved them off as she pulled her hair back into a bun, assuring you before you could even open your mouth that she wanted to sit with you.

"hey you've got a little something..." the brunette started, pointing down to the collar of your jersey as you frowned and looked down, only for her finger to swipe up and knock at your nose as she grinned at you cheekily for the joke.

"i know we technically already know one another's names, but im lotte." the girl beamed, holding out her hand as you grinned and shook her outstretched palm, shoving her hand away as she poked at your nose and teased you for how easily you'd fallen for her previous joke.

"so i will admit i am an absolute sucker for a mystery, and right now you have to be the biggest one here. mind helping me solve it sherlock?" lotte requested playfully, leaning back on her headrest and looking at you expectantly.

"why most certainly watson." you quipped back with a shy smile and a giggle, lottes own smile widening at your answer, admittedly a little worried that she might have overwhelmed you with how suddenly and strongly she was coming on. 

the brunettes eyes twinkled with genuine curiosity toward the girl in front of her, who she had admittedly been staring after ever since she'd  joined the team. but seeing how reserved you were she didn't want to scare you off, though now spurred on by her friends and team mates who were also wanting to get to know you better without freaking you out if they came at you as a pack, here she was.

and from that first playful round of twenty questions on the bus back to the hotel the two of you quickly cemented into a close duo, one rarely seen without the other by their side or trailing far behind.

your blossoming friendship with lotte and the effortless charm and charisma that oozed from the older girl meant your own confidence grew in leaps and bounds, and though it took a little more time than with lotte you grew close with a small handful of the girls from that first national camp, in a group you all fondly nicknamed the good peeps.

the first real hurdle in your tight knit bond came a few years later when lotte made the decision to move to an american college. it was the best move to further her football career in a program that you had no doubt would help her absolutely thrive.

as much as both her, lois and alessia had begged you and some of the others in the group to make that same call, you weren't as brave as them and just couldn't commit from being so far away from your home and your family and your support system for so long.

the first few months of her being gone were fine, both of you one another's go to for absolutely anything and everything, especially the swapping of stories or news about your days and lives, you both scheduled in face times and phone calls and you were even in talks of booking a trip to go and visit her during your off season, having chosen yourself to commence training at the arsenal academy.

but as time passed lotte became more settled in her new life, the face times and calls turning into occasional texts, and you began to work harder to catch the eyes of the scouts for the senior clubs, desperate to earn yourself a proper professional contract, and both of your abilities to respond to the texts within a time zone that suited one another and encouraged and fostered an actual meaningful conversation lessened.

and at neither of your own faults, gradually the contact between the two of you dropped off entirely, the only communications a thoughtful but generic message for a holiday or a birthday, and before either of you could blink three years had passed and you'd finally signed your first professional contract with the arsenal women's senior team, and lotte was nearing the commencement of her final year of college.

unbeknownst to both of you the other would occasionally pop into dreams or thoughts, and lottes fingers would hover over your contact, wondering how you were doing and longing to hear the sound of your melodious laugh, but then someone would interrupt and require her attention and her phone would be hastily slid back into her pocket, the thought lost as she busied herself with study, football or social commitments.

you also occasionally found yourself scrolling through lottes social media, smiling proudly at her accomplishments and wondering what life would have been like if you'd followed along beside them, and your finger would hover over the direct message icon, but then you'd glance at the time and realise if you didn't leave now you'd be late for training or the bus to the match and the thought would be lost, promptly filed right into the back of your mind. 

everything changed again the day that you found out lotte had been offered a professional contact with arsenal, and was due to start pre season training with the team in just a few days now her signing had been officially announced.

you had of course seen both lotte and alessia's  decision to leave UNC early and return to england due to the ever increasing lockdown restrictions, and you'd commented a few sympathetic red hearts on both posts but hadn't interacted much more than that.

so you found your stomach tied up with knots as you sat lacing up your boots for the first training session of the pre-season, unsure if you were excited or dreading seeing the girl who you'd once considered basically an extra limb given how tightly you were attached to one another at all times.

you heard her voice before you saw her, the girl embracing a few of the older girls who she knew through the national teams, her confident laugh echoing across the locker room as the head trainer blew his whistle and everyone hurried out to the pitch.

of course that meant that the two of you were now left alone, stood up and staring one another down from across the room.

she'd gotten taller since you last saw her, always having had a few inches over you but now she'd evidently grown effortlessly into the long limbs you used to tease her for tripping over like a clumsy baby deer.

the baby fat from her face had also gone, her jawline now sharp and clearly defined. but her eyes, her eyes still remained the same twinkling cheeky orbs you grew up with, and as the corners of her mouth tugged up into a soft smile, you realised that was yet another feature which remain unchanged.

lottes own mind was also in overdrive taking you in in person for the first time in almost a few years. you'd also had a little growth spurt and had grown into your ears, ears which lotte had often tugged on and teased you for as they'd stuck out from your hair. your dimples remained the same in both corners of your mouth, your button nose scrunching up slightly as you returned her smile, as did the galaxy of freckles which dotted along the curvature of your nose, though your hair was a lot lighter and your skin a bit more tanned than she remembered. 

but overall, you were both still just you.

the gap rapidly closed between you you'd embraced one another in a tight hug, exhaling deeply at the familiar warmth which filled both your stomachs at one another's touch. whispering soft i missed you's and the murmurings of gentle apologies for the distance which had fallen between the both of you.

however wordlessly you both knew you felt the same, that despite that distance which had grown, in the current moment where you stood wrapped up in one another's tight embrace, it felt just like old times, and as if nothing had ever really changed.

it took half a year of lingering hugs that lead to butterflies in stomachs, hearts racing from the seemingly harmless but intimate tracings of one another's skin as you lay together in hotel beds on away matches chatting about nothing and everything, before you and lotte both realised that maybe something had changed between the two of you during your time apart.

which was that you had both accidentally but hopelessly fallen head over heels for one another, though neither of you had quite realised this yet yourselves despite almost everyone around you catching on immediately.

it was the longing glances that you both hoped the other would never notice, the way you would both curl up together on the bus home from matches, tired and aching limbs intertwined as you took turns listening to playlists you'd both curated for one another, chatting away amicably about whatever tv show you were both hooked on.

eventually, not to say it was without a loving but firm push from your friends and team mates, these growing feelings of affection for one another were finally confessed aloud in the comfort and privacy of your shared east london flat. this was then followed shortly by an incredibly forced and awkward first date, the two of you deciding right in that moment that you knew one another far too well to need to put yourselves through that agonising first stage of dating.

and from then on the rest seemed to blur into a slideshow of your shared life and memories together, one you both made sure stayed as private as you wanted without the pressure of it being entirely hidden.

it was how you found yourself hand in hand with the taller brunette, the two of you wandering slowly down the beach in the sunshine coast of australia, toes shoved into the soft sand of the foreign country.

both of you selected for your national teams World Cup squad you as a couple were overcome with joy and pride that it was an adventure you would get to experience right by one another's side.

"g! delete those, give the poor girls their privacy they've clearly gone off by themselves for a reason." keira shoved at her best friends shoulder as georgia snapped a series of photos of the two of you without your knowledge.

"what! its not like I'm gonna post them anywhere im just capturing the moment keira, ill send them the pictures and they can do as they please with them." the blonde rolled her eyes and placed the camera back around her neck, turning to watch the glorious sunset which was evolving before their very eyes, sending the sky a dizzying array of coral pinks and bright pops of daisy yellow and burnt orange.

"are we discussing mrs and mrs wubben-moy's impending wedding then!" ella appeared with a joking grin, dropping down on the soft sand in front of the pair, alessia not far behind as keira chuckled at her words.

you both of course were not engaged however it was a running joke within the team that it was an unnecessary step due to the fact you both behaved practically like an old married couple. 

"ive never met two people so practically perfect for one another, it's both really really lovely and really really disgusting." lucy piped up from the other side of georgia as the rest of the girls hummed in agreement, exchanging soft smiles as unbeknownst to you and your girlfriend they watched on fondly.

"hey!" lotte shouted with a gasp as you broke away from her, dropping her hand and playfully kicking water toward the older girl, dousing her legs and shorts with tiny droplets. "oh I'm so sorry love I tripped!" you gasped with an innocent smile, rapidly stepping backwards away from her as she advanced toward you with an amused shake of her head.

"lots no it was one small splash, please!" you begged as she quickly caught you, long arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off your feet as you kicked and tried to pull away from her, the defender repeatedly threatening to drop you as she slowly waded deeper and deeper into the calm patch of sea.

"you do that and you'll be single before the kick off of this tournament wubben-moy!" you warned seriously as she faked dropping you, tightening her hold and jogging back into the shallower water, placing you back down on your feet on the sand with a cheeky grin as you smacked at her chest. 

"not the last name!" the brunette feigned a grimace of pain as she clutched at her heart and you rolled your eyes at her dramatic antics, a smile unable to be stopped gradually spreading across your face. "honestly babe you could quit football for acting." you clapped sarcastically as the two of you turned around and began the slow walk back toward the rest of your friends.

"now that's much better." lotte smiled, hands placing themselves on your cheeks and dipping her head to press her lips to your own, the sweet moment broken up by wolf whistles and jeers echoing across the beach from your friends. 

ella and alessia making kissy faces at the both of you your cheeks flushed pink and you buried your face in your girlfriends neck, feeling her body vibrating with quiet laughter at the teasing, her hand comfortingly rubbing at your back as you both embraced one another tenderly for a moment before breaking apart and returning to the group, all of you heading back toward the hotel for dinner.

you were laid down on the bed of your hotel room not quite asleep but eyes closed and belly full from a delicious feed, spirits high from an evening filled with the buzzing excitement radiating off your friends and team mates to finally be here in australia.

after dinner both you and lotte had spent some time bonding with the team before quietly slipping out of the games room, alessia and ellie having to sit on top of ella to stop her racing after you as soon as she noticed your absence, the stubbornly hotheaded midfielder wanting to demand a rematch of table tennis after you'd beaten her several times throughout the night.

the two of you the same age she was also one of the girls you'd grown up closest to, especially after the others had departed for america and she too had chosen to stay behind

though things between the two of you were quiet, silence had never been something uncomfortable for either of you. even just as friends in your youth you forever felt safe, loved and heard when around lotte as she did around you. and though of course over the years you had the occasional squabble over something, you prided yourselves on being able to communicate diplomatically and honestly to solve the root of whatever problem had surfaced.

"hello." you mumbled out tiredly feeling the bed dip beside you as lotte laid down, sketchbook left open on the other bed as she just took a second to take you in, eyes scanning your sleepy features adoringly before she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, you humming appreciatively at the sweet gesture.

you felt the older girl sit back up, your body tensing a little at the temperature shift as she gently lifted up the back of your top, a single finger tracing gently down the line of your spine. 

"my love may i please draw on your back?"

the request nothing new to you you simply made a noise of agreement, pushing your body up a little so lotte could properly tug your top so it sat hunched around your neck and you slumped back into the mattress, moving your arms to tuck securely under your head.

you felt lotte leave and heard her rummaging through her luggage for the correct supplies, eyes fluttering closed again as you exhaled deeply, nose twitching a few times as you did.

you heard the bed squeak slightly as lotte hopped back onto it, murmuring a quiet apology as she shuffled up the mattress toward your practically topless form and carefully settled her knees to rest either side of your hips.

"you can sit down baby it's fine." you breathed out, feeling how she was purposefully kneeling her body to hover just above yours, a hum returned in response before her weight actually settled down properly across the back of your thighs.

you tensed a little as you felt the first foreign touch of the marker on the exposed skin of your back, a gentle kiss placed behind your ear in apology as over time your body adjusted and the tension disappeared from your shoulders.

lotte humming something quietly to herself as she drew, the sound somehow only made you more tired, and before you knew it you'd peacefully dozed off. the older girl on top of you smiled at the action, heart melting at the relaxed expression on your face and the way your eyebrows would knit together every now and then, a silent way to confirm you were off deep in a dream somewhere, one which she hoped was nothing but pleasant for you.

around an hour and a half later she'd finished, shuffling herself back a little and laying down on top of you, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear and pressing feather light kisses to the back of your neck. you felt warm hands gently caressing your sides as you awoke, blinking slowly to zone back in and stretching a little underneath her, your girlfriend uttering a teasing good morning into your ear as you turned your head and mumbled that you'd like her to kiss you properly now.

with a soft smile and a chuckle lotte manoeuvred her body off of yours, hands grabbing at your hips protectively to steady you as you sat up and stretched again almost falling off of the bed as you did so, your top coming back down to cover your previously exposed torso as you did.

"what time is it?" you asked rubbing at your eyes and shuffling closer to the taller girl, pressing your face into her shoulder as arms wrapped tightly around you, her hand once again coming to rub comfortingly at your back as she muttered an answer into your hair.

"can I see?" you pulled away from her and gestured to your back, much more awake now as lottes eyes lit up and she nodded, quick to slide off the bed and offer you a hand up. fingers interlocking the taller girl practically dragged you into the bathroom, standing you in front of the mirror and tapping gently at your ribs, signalling for you to take your top off.

"oh wow..." you trailed off wordlessly as you twisted around and gazed down with wide eyes at the intricate pattern adorning your tanned skin. "it's beautiful, you're so incredibly talented it never ceases to amaze me, you never cease to amaze me." you spoke softly, eyes locked through the mirror with the taller girl stood behind you whose cheeks blushed a little with colour at the sincere compliment.

"you're so beautiful, my beautiful girl." lotte murmured in response, hugging you tightly from behind and burying her face in your neck, eliciting a small chime of laughter from you as a few loose strands of her hair tickled at your nose.

"don't tell me you've gone shy." you teased gently, the older girl pulling her head out of your neck and glaring at you playfully, craning her head around to steal a few sweet kisses before you turned in her hold, the two of you wrapping one another up in yet another tight hug, bound so close together each could feel the others heartbeat.

and though the comments from your friend were meant teasingly, lucy had been right.

together the two of you really were a practically perfect pair.

[jflemings]

— sous chef

pairing: lotte wubben-moy x reader

synopsis: one of lotte’s favourite things is having you close

warnings: none

a/n: short and kinda aimless but it’s cute

lotte moves around her kitchen freely, grabbing ingredients and stirring the pot of pasta sauce that’s on the stove.

you swing your legs as you sit on the kitchen island admiring your girlfriend. you always thought she looked best when she was at her most relaxed, when she didn’t have the pressure from the world outside your little bubble weighing on her shoulders.

she moves just in reach of your leg and you run your socked foot up and down the length of her thigh. she stirs the pot some more before scooping a little onto a spoon and turning to you. “try this” she insists, holding her hand out flat underneath to catch any spillage.

you put your lips around the spoon and let the hot sauce slide down your throat. you close your eye’s momentarily before smacking your lips “tastes just like your mum’s” you say to her “it’s good”

the gunner smiles brightly “perfect” she exclaims before turning back around and lowering the heat on the stove “shouldn’t be too much longer”

“good, i’m starving”

she reaches blindly behind her, making a grabbing motion at you. you hold her hand and swing slightly, smirking as she turns around with a cocked brow “i was asking you to pass me the salt”

you shrug and continue to hold her hand “well you didn’t say that”

“i was pointing right at it” the defender counters “and it’s right beside you”

you roll your eyes and hand it to her whilst still gripping her hand. she doesn’t let go of you even when she moves around the kitchen and takes the pasta off the stove, only pulling you off the kitchen counter when she strays too far. jumping down, you stand next to her before reaching above your heads and grabbing plates.

“i love you” she says quietly as you hand a plate to her.

you can’t help but smile as you lean your head on her shoulder “i love you more”

[wosowrites]

They Know (Vivianne Miedema x Reader)

Warnings: ⚠️sexual topics⚠️

A/N: More of a ficlet tbh. also let’s pretend viv isn’t an @cl victim rn

Prompt: In which your teammates say something to you and viv that takes you both by surprise

You had just finished playing a game in which Arsenal had won 3-0 against Manchester City. You had officially scored your first hat trick for the club. You had been at Arsenal for seven months now, having made friendships that you knew would last forever. You had gotten especially close with Leah Williamson, Rafaelle Souza, Katie McCabe, and the one and only, Vivianne Miedema.

You walked into the changing room last, most of the team already sitting in the room. Jonas had held you back, telling you that the media wanted a quick interview. You had obliged, but by the time you were back in the changing room, Jonas still wasn’t back. "Hey! There’s the magician!" Leah said, walking up to you and grabbing your face, pressing her forehead to yours and smiling at you wildly. "Thanks, Lee Lee,"you laughed, using the nickname you knew she hated. "I’ll let it slide this time, y/l/n," Leah said, regaining her cubby. The next person to congratulate you, was your secret situationship. You guys weren’t anything specific, just having a little fun. But you knew you wanted more. You wanted her.

Viv high fived you, giving you eyes you both thought no one else would notice. "Oh please, i can’t take it anymore! you guys are high fiving each other as though you haven’t been fucking for like, three months." Katie said.

It was needless to say that Katie’s words sent a shockwave through your body, making you choke and start coughing ridiculously. "Katie, what the hell?" Viv said, a hand on your back as you we’re still doubled over. "Oh come on! I’m saying what everyone’s thinking." Katie said, looking around the room and receiving amused nods from every player. Most of them were obviously trying not to loose it, Gio and Lotte were so red from keeping their laugh in, you thought they were going to pass out.

"Okay, you shits all have two minutes to laugh." You said, glaring at the room.

And thus how the arsenal women’s locker room got louder than it ever was. Most players were crying by the time the two minutes were up. "Are you gonna let us explain now?" Viv asked. "So you’re not denying you’ve been fucking?" Katie asked. "No" Viv said. "Yes." You answered. "Uh oh. Trouble in paradise?" Kim said. "Come on y/n… they know." Viv said, ignoring Kim and looking at you. "Fine. They know. Everyone knows. But how? We were hiding it really well!" You said. "You’re joking? Right?" Manu asked. "Welp. There were three main tellers." She then added.

———

Three months ago.

It was the night after your first hookup, you had both woken up in a slight panic. You barely spoke to each other, trying your best not too look at each others bodies will putting your training gear back on. You slipped on a pair of shorts and your training jersey, and then mumbled something to Viv before rushing out the door and driving to training.

"Do we say anything?" Leah whispered to Rafa, eyeing the number 11 written on the short you we’re wearing. "Uhm… I don’t know about you but I don’t want to have that conversation with them." Rafa said, Leah and Rafa’s eyes drifting in sync towards Vivianne who was passing the ball with Beth, a clearly visible number 29 on her shorts. "They’re officially hooking up." Leah said, snickering.

The captain and the brazilian had both made the mistake of telling Katie about the shorts incident, and soon enough, Katie had told everyone. But the rest of the team managed to keep in on the down low, telling Katie that if she uttered a word about it to the dutch forward and the swedish midfielder, that they would get Ruesha involved. That was enough to shut up the irish woman.

———

Two months ago.

The next incident was small, but said so much. Viv’s apartment had the most beautiful floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom, letting the light pour into the room every morning. On one particular sunday, when the London sky was the crispest of blues, Vivianne posted a picture of the sky through her windows, and on the bedside table, we’re three rings. It was known to anyone who had ever been around you while you weren’t in your soccer kit, that you loved rings. Your favorite three were silver, a plain thick silver band, a smaller silver band with a heart, and a zig zaggy ring. The exact three rings from the bedside table.

"They’re actually stupid." Rafa said, the entire team but you both huddled around Leah’s phone and watching the story. "They think they’re slick." Leah added.

"What’s up guys?" you said, walking into the changing room with Viv trailing behind.

Leah basically threw her phone across the room, and the whole team disspersed quickly.

"Just-uhm-" Leah stuttered, scurrying over to the far corner to grab her phone from the floor. Luckily for her, Jonas walked in and started talking about what they would be focusing on in training today.

"Saved by the Jonas." Jen whispered to Leah who had taken her seat back at her spot, glaring at the cracked screen on her phone.

———

A week ago

It had been a particularly rainy day at training, and you were all completely soaked. You had all showered, enjoying the warm water immensely. You were the last to walk out of the shower, a sports bra on and your shorts riding low. When you walked into the changing room, everyone subtly looked at Viv, waiting to see her reaction. "Hey Viv, can you throw me my hoodie?" You asked at the entrance. "I took the wrong one." You asked, standing in the doorway.

Viv didn’t answer, just seemingly zoned out on your stomach. "Viv!" Manu said, snapping her fingers in the forwards face. "Mhm! Shirt! Yeah!" She said, grabbing your hoodie and tossing it to you. "Thank you." You said, turning away quickly and hoping no one saw your massive blush.

They all saw the blush, and the way Viv’s eyes traced your stomach when you entered the room, and they all definitely saw her eyes on your ass as you walked out the room.

———

Present day:

The girls had just finished explaining all the reasons why they knew about you and Viv, all of them smiling at you both cheekily.

"I did not give you 'fuck me' eyes" Viv said, turning to you. "Oh you definitely did. You looked like you were trying not to groan every time we changed." Katie teased. "I hate all of you." Viv answered, making you smile at her. "Oh my god! Now y/n’s giving Viv 'fuck me' eyes!" Katie yelled. "I was just smiling at her you leprechaun!" You yelled, throwing your shin pad at her.

[mercurycft]

my favourite thing in the world is imagining the awfc gc but its just them all sending edits of themselves going “how fit do i look in this then??”

honourable mention of lucy bronze who definitely sends her pals 100 edits a day going “nah i look unbelievable in this”

[vhalesa]

Hello, it is me. Writing an actual diakko fic!! Somehow Amanda/Lotte ended up being in there too

[tuliptheoshawott]

Lotte birthday now!!! 🎂

Oh, I've been celebrating.

[soukoku-love]

I want a fanfic where Dazai is this normal obnoxious high school kid, too smart for his own good. And despite what his appearance (covered in bandages) would suggest, he is pretty popular at school for his good looks and flirtatious behaviour. And then comes his guardian, who works at a not so safe place and during a particularly dangerous time, he hires a bodyguard for Dazai.

Chuuya Nakahara, a pretty boy whom Dazai mistakes as a weak helpless kid but oh boy was he wrong. They hate each other to hell the moment they meet. They fight they bicker but in the end Chuuya protects him well and slowly a bond forms. It will be just a bit of a slow burn. With lots of soukoku moments, the buckering the insults and the trust.

[beastenraged]

the nature of the diseased, fifth and final

@hallowed-nebulae

There is a world, at the end of all things, where skies and seas that reflect them stretch out as far as the eye can see.

Can it properly be called a world at all, for having no end? Merely a plane where fragments of lost souls gathered. Waiting to be either forgotten entirely or released to whatever lies beyond the forever horizon.

Salt grinds underfoot a boot, the secret to why the seas looks so much like the sky.

A figure in black waves his hands about as he shifts back and forth, excitedly explaining something to a shimmer of stars.

"-and that's why salt drives away ghosts. Because it reminds them of the Final World, where the purest salt comes from."

A wavery voice of a girl emits from the star shimmer. "Is that true?"

"No idea!" The figure shrugs. "But it makes for a good story, doesn't it?"

The sound of a giggle. "That sounds like something Ruse would say."

"Really?" The figure tilts his hooded head. "And speaking of your friend, Ruse...I have another story to tell you. Using..."

He reaches into his coat, bringing out... "Puppets!"

"Huh?"

They're papercut, these puppets, somehow casting intricate shadows in this sunless place.

First, a princess in layers and layers of fancy skirts.

"Once upon a time, there was a princess. But there was something very different about this princess from other princesses."

The head tilts as the princess sits down on the air, like there's a chair for her underneath. Paper hands go to the chest.

"For you see, she had no Heart. Born without one. And we all know what girls with no Hearts are, hmm?"

A gloved hand flicks at the top of the physical paper head, pulling a fragment that makes the shadow of a pointed hat. A witch's hat.

"A witch. She was a witch."

Another shadowed figure enters the scene, one with a crown. And spiky hair. Too familiar in silhouette.

"Now, the witch just had to get a Heart somehow. So she cast a magic spell on a prince to get one. Made him forget everything, isn't that crazy?"

"...yes. Crazy."

"But before the prince fell completely under the witch's spell..."

The prince vanishes. Swapped out for an armored figure, heart patterns intricate in their light and shadow mix.

"A knight appeared! Dahaha!" He makes a fake trumpet noise in announcement.

The knight takes to a knee, before the witch princess. Bowing its head.

"The knight loved the princess, as a true friend does. Loved her enough to offer her..."

The knight shade tugs at its chest. Seemingly prying it open to hold up a...Heart. A beautiful shape of a Heart, in paper and cast shadow.

"No, that didn't happen."

The storyteller hums. "It didn't, hmm? Are you sure? Because the princess..."

The princess puppet accepts the Heart from the knight, holding it above her hands. Before tossing it to the side.

"...didn't think so either. She took the Heart and because she thought she was worth nothing as a witch..."

A shadowed knife appears. The knight watches in helmet shaking horror as the princess grabs it to stab into her chest.

"She kills herself. For another princess. And from there, the Heart that knight so naively gave up..."

The storyteller flicks his hands. The shadow Heart breaks apart, in pieces and pieces, and as it does, the knight puppet slumps down.

"Broke. And the princess witch ended up killing her friend too, isn't that great? Just because she thought she wasn't worth anything, how funny!"

A flick of gloved hands makes the entire puppet show disappear. Just like the paper heart, fragmented into pieces.

There's something almost upset to Namine's star shine, but who cares about that? He's only told her the truth as in story, after all.

Not his fault it hurts the feelings of the Heart she never believed she had.

"Maybe I'll change 'friend' to 'lover', hmm..."

"But it's not like that at all!" Namine protests.

"Yes, but 'lover' is a stronger word. They'll understand the loss better for some reason." The figure rubs his unseen chin.

"Give people a story on the Power of Friendship, and they'll be arguing on whether the hero should end up with the girl or the boy. They're funny like that."

"Ruse said that too. That people prefer romance over friends."

"She would know, wouldn't she?" The figure hums. He wishes he could sit back and kick his legs back and forth.

He'll have to settle for grinding the salty water underfoot.

"I don't blame you for what you did, by the way."

"...what?" Namine sounds completely confused.

He doesn't blame her, though he understands why that may be hard for her to believe. His story is pretty much focused on her failure, isn't it? People hate to be reminded of their failures.

"Of course you sacrificed yourself. What else would you do, after being told your entire existence that you didn't matter as much as others, because you're a different kind of being."

The figure spreads his arms once more.

"Not only that, but they were scared of you. Of what you could do, change those memories like you can. Of course they put you down, didn't correct their ideas how you actually were, instead of the monster in their mind."

"They didn't all do that!" Namine argues, lights flashing angrily. Probably more angry than she ever was, alive.

"Oh right, Ruse didn't. But we were just talking about that, in the story." The figure tugs at his hood, rests his chin in his other hand. "One person isn't enough, to change another's nature."

An amount of silence, as he takes in the glimmering stars about them. Each and every one a soul who cannot yet leave their own world behind. Reminders of what lies ahead and behind.

"That's fate, you know. Just living up to your own nature. Fate happens as we follow what our Hearts tell us, to the very end."

That's how he can 'retire' really. Because people rarely change, much more keen on following what they know. Even when that leads them off a cliff.

Darkness sought the Book of Prophecies, fell for its trap because that's its nature to devour knowledge like that. To try getting a headstart on Light.

Every Hero that is and wasn't follow their natures and that's how the Worlds will be saved.

Even this witch, this Nobody, followed her own lonely nature in the end.

His counterpart of that other worldline, ah, he worries too much. But the figure supposes that if he changed the inner nature of his own students as the other did, he would be worried about Fate more as well.

But all things find their way. The stars turn on their axises, the universe spins out further and further, and Light conquers Dark.

The beings of his world-selections will return to their homes and the beings of his counterpart's world-selections will keep to theirs.

That's Fate. That's how it will be.

He wouldn't be the Master of Masters otherwise, right?

[lotte-s-web]

❝relax ❞ hobie brown x gn!reader, inspo taken from @eyesxxyou's oral fixation

₊˚⭑ warnings: throatfucking with fingers, hobie's fingers in your mouth, mild choking (?), drooling, saliva, implied oral sex (m receiving)

You were stressed. The bright light of your laptop illuminated your face with a ghostly glow as the PDF your professor posted burned its way into your cornea. You were supposed to be hanging out with Hobie, but the workload your school had dumped on the students this semester seemed determined to suck all the joy out of your life and take up most if not all of your time. 

Bad as it was already, it got worse when you purposefully ignored it, a feeling of impending doom always hanging over your mind and tainting any attempts to enjoy yourself and unwind. Hell, it was so bad that Hobie, who was always eager to pull you away from work and hang out, had reluctantly let you go back to your laptop after noticing your eyes warrily flit back to the device too many times during a conversation.

In fairness, you’d tried to resist, to tell him that you’d be fine, you didn’t have that much to do, but he’d just raised an eyebrow and pointed out the way your hands were anxiously scratching at themselves, itching to get something done. He’d just laid back and told you that if you were really that stressed because of his presence that he’d let you work so you could get it off your mind. No pressure.

And that’s how you ended up here, sat on your bed with eyes boring into your screen while your hand moved between restlessly gripping at your hair and scribbling down on your notebook any keywords and ideas that came to mind. Your mind felt blocked, too stuffed with stress to think and it was pissing you off how whatever the file was saying seemed to slip out of your mind, escaping like sand between your fingers.

Hobie sat across from you, feet kicked up on your desk, watching as your brows furrowed and your jaw clenched, one hand tangled in your hair while the other tapped your pen against your laptop restlessly. Your teeth were grinding against each other, brows creasing in frustration and concentration as you tried to extract any information at all from the document, your hand clenching around your hair and pen in irritation.

He frowns, taking his feet off your desk to swivel around and set them on the floor, facing you. You don’t budge, still clenching everything so tightly. He sighs and gets up, walking over to stand in front of you. 

That gets your attention, your hands loosening their grip and your body relaxing ever so slightly as the disdainful look in your eyes disappears the moment they set on his face above you, replaced with mild confusion at his frown. Hobie’s eyes soften as they zero in on your jaw; it’s still clenched.

“Hobes? You need something?” You ask, tilting the screen of your laptop downward to show you were paying attention to him, setting down your pen on top of your notebook. You don’t expect it when his hand reaches out to hold your jaw, his thumb brushing the line where it meets your chin. His other hand goes to shut your laptop closed; you pay it no mind. Your eyes flutter at his touch, your body melting just a bit more into the warmth of his palm. 

He tilts your head up and leans down to press a kiss to your lips, slipping his thumb between the seal he’s created to press down on your lower lip and pull your loosened lips apart ever so slightly. He pulls away, gazed settled on the way your jaw was still tense. His brows furrow, his thumb dragging over your soft lower lip. 

“Love, y’gotta relax,” he chides softly, pushing his thumb into your mouth. You don’t resist, parting your teeth to let his thumb hook into your jaw and pry it open. “Y’re g’na get a migraine if ya keep bein’ tense like tha’.” 

He sighs when you just continue to look up at him, eyes shining dumbly with the desire to please. His other hand then settles on the back of your neck, making you shiver, before it travels up to tangle itself in the hair at the back of your head.

“Loosen up, dove,” he murmurs at you, “let me help ya.” He gently pulls your head back as you whine at the touch defiantly, voice betraying the way your body seemed so eager to follow him. His voice vibrates through your chest as he hums approvingly, your jaw unlocking to let his hands move you to their will. Your eyes are wide open and settled on him, eager for his validation. 

He keeps you like that, staring intensely into the cavern of your mouth as he watches drool collect behind your tongue, threatening to overflow and drip out of your lips and down your chin. You whine as your jaw and mouth grow tired, bringing your tongue beneath the rough pad of his thumb to lick over it as drool starts to leak out the corner of your lips.

He chuckles at that, shaking his head as he removes his hand from your hair to hold at your neck, keeping you stable as he takes his other hand away from your mouth. He coos at you, bringing his hand back to your mouth to tap slender fingers on the wet muscle of your tongue, making you moan as he starts to slide them deeper into your throat. 

You gag as the long digits curl into the soft flesh within it, hands coming up to grab at his wrist in an attempt to pull him back and make him go slower. Then the hand around your neck tightens just a bit and you moan, reluctantly removing your hands from his wrist and keeping them to yourself. 

“Y’can take i’,” he encourages, starting to slide his fingers across your tongue and down your throat, training your gag reflex to retract at the intrusion of his hand, “be good, love.” He smiles at you as you nod, growing compliant under the influence of the long digits making space for themselves within the soft walls of your throat. He fucks your mouth at a steady rhythm, soaking in the soft sounds of your compliant pleasure in taking just his digits. 

The longer your mouth stays agape, the more drool collects on your tongue, coating his fingers and your own chin in a wet, glistening sheen. You moan as your gag reflex subsides, throat tightening around the soaked digits at every dip into the soft pocket. The sound of soft, wet squelching and your small sounds of pleasure fill the room as Hobie stays silent, watching, observing the effect he has on you. You look up at him, eager, hoping, desperate for more than just his fingers.

Lust darkens his gaze as he notices your hunger, his fingers stilling within your throat before retracting completely, leaving your chin and lap wet with your own saliva. He takes a look at his digits, staring at the sheen you’ve left at them as he parts them, watching as a single string of saliva connects them all.

You stay like that for a moment, staring at each other intently as you wait for one or the other to make a move. It’s he who moves first, taking his other hand away from your neck to caress your cheek tenderly. “Eager, aren’t ya?” He asks softly, smiling down at you as you melt into his hand. So pretty, he thinks, sighing softly at the hungry look in your eyes, so obedient. 

“Ya still feel li' bein’ good f’me?” He asks, his other hand moving to his belt. Your breath hitches and you turn your head to move your face into his palm, keeping eye contact with him as you press a wet kiss into his wrist, telling him everything he needs to know.

His grin grows, his hand moving to hold your hair firmly and keep you in place as he undoes the buckle of his belt and the zip of his jeans. You sigh into his hand as your eyes settle on the motion, his hand moving yet again to brush over your lip and tilt your head up so your eyes can meet. He parts your lips, leaning down to kiss them softly before pulling away to press his tip at the seam of them.

“Then stay still f’me, doll. 've got a good use fo’ tha’ pretty li’l mouth o’ yours.”

You close your eyes, and comply.

๋࣭ ⭑ tag/s: @eyesxxyou

[polkadotpatterson]

Hand holding, 14 and/or 42, they're kind of the same. Also, Eugenia and Greer?

finally getting around to the asks from this prompt list! have some early s3 Eugenia still working on being a person, especially the Making Friends aspect of being a person :)

14 + 42: grabbing hand to show them something + dragging the other with them, holding their hand

There’s something oozing under the door of the storage closet.

Half-eaten blaseball in hand, Greer watches it seep closer, wondering if she should move all the other blaseballs out of oozing range or if the gunk might add some flavour. Before she can decide, it gathers itself up and forms into something vaguely person-shaped, looking at Greer with an unmistakable smile.

“Eugenia,” Greer says flatly. “What the hell.”

“Greer Lott!” Eugenia gurgles, undeterred by this greeting. “Found you!”

“Yeah, what's your point? You playing hide-and-seek or something? Because I'm not. I'm just sitting here in this closet minding my own business.” Greer points the half-eaten blaseball at her threateningly. “You’d better not be planning on ratting me out for eating the blaseballs. There's like a million in here, and nobody’s using them for anything. Can't let them go to waste.”

Eugenia shakes her head emphatically, which makes her entire body jiggle. “Won't tell.”

“What do you want, then?”

She wiggles with excitement, reaching out two armlike appendages. One shoves the door open, and the other wraps itself around Greer’s hand, shifting into something almost handlike itself. It's sticky and squishy and strangely warm, and Greer's first instinct is to pull away, but Eugenia pulls first.

“Come,” she says, tugging on Greer’s hand, leading her out into the rest of the Gleek. 

Greer stumbles through the soggy halls; Eugenia moves surprisingly fast for an amalgamation of garbage. “How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not joining your stupid nightmare arts and crafts club for babies!”

Eugenia shakes her head again, the jiggles traveling all the way down her arm and making Greer’s hand tingle. “Just showing you.”

“Showing me what?” Greer shoves the last of the blaseball in her mouth and chews it impatiently.

“This!” Eugenia gestures to the open door of the art room with a flourish.

It looks the same as always. Scattered art supplies on the tables, drawings tacked up on the walls. Greer belatedly realizes Eugenia has a few markers sticking out of her goop as she tugs Greer forward to a piece of paper that's been left on the table.

“For you,” she says proudly.

Greer squints at the drawing. It depicts two figures on a blaseball field, standing next to each other on what seems to be the pitcher’s mound, a pile of blaseballs beside them. One is a blob with a big smile, winding up to throw a pitch. The other is a taller stick figure with an unusually sharp toothy grin and a half-eaten blaseball in their hand.

She recognizes this scene. She’d started giving Eugenia pitching lessons, annoyed at how Hobbs kept bragging that he’d taught the garbage how to bat. Any loser can wave a stick around, but throwing the ball to the losers in the right way takes skill, and anyway, Eugenia had seemed more than happy to learn. She'd accidentally absorbed a few blaseballs before she got the hang of throwing them, but hey, those things are tasty, Greer can't blame her.

“Thank you for teaching me,” Eugenia enunciates slowly and carefully. “I drew it!’

“It's. Uh. It looks good. Nice job on the teeth. Thanks.” Greer is starting to feel weird, all soft and goopy inside, like Eugenia’s sludge that's still wrapped around her hand. Maybe she ate too many blaseballs?

Eugenia somehow manages to beam brighter than the smile she gave herself in the picture. “You're welcome!” Greer tries to put it back down, but Eugenia shakes her head, dislodging one of the markers. “Keep it! It's yours.”

“What am I supposed to do with it?”

She shrugs, finally ungooping herself from Greer's hand. “Look at it.”

Looking at it makes her feel things she's not used to, so Greer rolls it up and sticks it in her pocket, then swipes the marker off the floor and bites it in half, soaking in the juice. Mmmm, red. The best flavour.

“Wait a minute,” Greer says suspiciously just before Eugenia can turn to go. “Why’d you have to drag me all the way here? You could’ve just brought me the picture. It's like you wanted to hold hands with me or something.”

Eugenia blinks at her, but Greer knows all kinds of plots and schemes lurk beneath that innocent front. “Friends!”

“Friends?” Greer snorts. “We're not friends. I don't have those.” 

Infuriatingly, Eugenia just smiles and oozes away rather than argue about it. Greer mutters a stream of curses under her breath and gnaws away at the marker as she pulls the drawing out again. She tries to ignore the goopy feeling in her chest, tries to pretend it doesn't feel nice.  Friends, with Eugenia? Ridiculous.

[jflemings]

WOSO MASTERLIST !

୨୧ ｡ ⟡ ⋆ ࣪. ໒ 🌱 @

- all fics can be found under the tags pegs woso & pegs tillies ! , requests are open

crossed out titles are wips

☆ angst

✿ fluff

❥ nsfw

🀥 personal fav

✰ SERIES

WHAT’S QUEDED

PORTLAND CALLING - JESSIE FLEMING

✰ JESSIE FLEMING

- blurb masterlist

- piper’s world

- patiently ✿

- mum!jessie headcanons ✿

- remember to say goodnight ✿ ☆ 🀥 , tuck you in ✿

- inevitable ☆ , unforgettable, unexplainable ✿ ☆

- dancing shadows ☆ 🀥

- mine ✿

- out of the woods ☆ 🀥

- third time’s the charm ✿

- rockstar’s girlfriend ✿ ❥ , pt2

- your nickle ain’t worth my time ✿ ❥ (rockstar’s gf universe)

- birthday wishes ✿

- oddly specific gf!jessie headcanons ✿ ❥

- stay ✿ 🀥

- jealous!jessie headcanons ✿ ☆

- fleece ✿

- flower fairy ✿

- rascal ✿

- visiting hours ✿

- viral ✿

- proof of life ✿

- the better option ❥

- you lead and i’ll follow ✿

- pomegranates ☆

- party of two ✿ ☆

- lipstick stain ❥

- lovechild ✿

- more than friendly ✿

- gossip ☆ ✿

- die for ✿

- iris ✿

- let the light in ☆, pt2 ☆, pt3 ☆ ✿ - please read the warnings

✰ KYRA COONEY-CROSS

- in the open singer!reader x kcc smau ✿

- dedicated to you ✿

- like ribbons in your hair / inspired by lacy by olivia rodrigo ✿ 🀥

- my stomach’s all in knots / lacy p2 ✿ ☆

- big sister duties ✿

- run ✿

- our 32 ✿

- safety pin ✿ ☆

- the only exception ✿

✰ HAYLEY RASO

- disconnected ✿

- look at us now ☆

✰ SAM KERR

- golden girl ✿

- ran the block ✿

- still into you ✿

- trivia ✿

✰ CORTNEE VINE

- cruel summer ☆ ✿

✰ STEPH CATLEY

- garden ☆

✰ LEAH WILLIAMSON

- clumsy girl ✿

- oblivious about the obvious ✿

- into your arms ☆

✰ ALESSIA RUSSO

- frangipani flowers ✿

- she knows it ☆

- you could start a cult ✿

- yard sale ☆

✰ NIAMH CHARLES

- phases ☆ ❥ , - one shot ☆ ✿

- run for the hills ☆

- mine ✿

✰ GRACE CLINTON

- all of the girls you loved before ✿

✰ LOTTE WUBBEN-MOY

- sous chef ✿

✰ KATIE MCCABE

- baby? ✿

- in the garden where no one can find us ✿ ☆

- lover of mine ☆ ✿

[postofficeofficial]

Got an 👀 from @trulyantitonic so heres another wip. I said in the tags of my last post I don’t have a lot of jenkins related wips and with this one I’m going to make myself look like a clown and post another jenkins related one but I honestly think these might be my only two jenkins wips lmfao AND this one is mostly about Greer

In retrospect, Greer’s alternation doesn’t change much about her life at all. 

Sure, there's now this tall and scary Alternate Greer (who prefers to be called ‘Lottie’), and Greer’s cardboard cutout is nowhere to be found, but other than that not much changes. 

For all intents and purposes, Lottie is supposed to be the one who pitches all the games due to being Greer’s Alternate, but unlike Patterson, she has spine, and isn’t gonna let some newbie pitcher take her spotlight. 

(Patterson has told her time and time again that she could call them Dot. But Greer denies this with vehemence every time. Patterson is Patterson.

…The other one can be Alto though.)

Though, Lottie is kinda cool… and tall… and, well, Eugenia points out to her that she had the cardboard cutout playing half of her games anyway and that “It really wouldn’t be that different to have Lottie pitch some of your games now would it?” to which Greer grumbles and crosses her arms. 

Regardless, not much changes. Greer does her regular thing, and Lottie comes to stay in her spare bedroom that expanded out of the spot used to be the cabinet where her cutout was placed when she was home, and Jenkins avoids them both like the plague.

Which is odd.

[risingshards]

Happy 10th Anniversary LWA!!

To celebrate have links to all my LWA fics over the years (some finished, some....I should probably get back to 😅😅😅😅😅)

The Spell Cast By Your Eyes: Akko embarrasses herself in class, but her flub might get her closer to Diana...

Moonlit and Heartfelt: LWA play fic, you can figure out the rest from there (this one's unfinished so brace for cliffhangers)!

Diakko Week 2019: Some lil Diakko scenes.

Big College Universitemia: College AU fic that's got some spice so (also unfinished sorry...).

Stargazing: Diana helps Akko study for an astronomy test.

Figuring it Out Together: Akko and Diana have their first date.

[ellcrys]

how are there only 11 fics for the green bone saga on ao3 this is a tRAVESTY oh my god