#megan i really can’t with you lately

[rapz-rites]

They All Know Now

That Batfam finds out Damian has a gf, but not from Damian

A/N: just randomly had this idea. Mostly a group chat between the Batfam reacting the finding out Damian has a boo thang

Enjoy 😊

Word Count: 850+

Warning: Cursing, Dick being a drama queen, Tim doubting Damian’s rizz

Damian hadn’t expected for people to find out, especially not like this

Why can’t people just mind their own business 

This whole thing was stupid

You and Damian went out to this small fair just outside of Gotham for a date

You thought it would be unnecessary to wear disguises

You wanted a normal date without disguises and paparazzi

But you were wrong

You guys were having a nice time, walking and holding hands, sharing some cotton candy 

Unfortunately, someone from Gotham Academy was there too

They took a picture and somehow media outlets got it

It was going viral

The headlines ranged from “Damian Wanye Mystery Girl” to “Who is this girl? Lover or Gold Digger”

A few months ago, you and Damian got matching promise ring

One news outlet mistook them for wedding rings

“Nothing like his billionaire father, Damian Wayne is locked in”

When you showed Damian the headlines

You found them hilarious 

Damian didn’t

Not even 10 minutes after you showed him the first headline the ‘BatChat’ group chat

Made by none other than Dick Grayson

BATCHAT 🦇

GRAYSON: Attachment: 5 images 2 videos

                   WHAT IS THIS?

                   DAMIAANNNNN!!!!!

DAMIAN : What do you want?

                 I’m busy.

CASS : Are you with Y/N?

DAMIAN : Yes.

GRAYSON : Is that why you’ve been disappearing lately??

TODD : Wow….

            The demon spawn got a girlfriend

            I thought Raven was going to be the one and only

DRAKE : Wait…

  Damian really has a girlfriend???

DUKE : Haven’t you been keeping up

DRAKE : No really…

I’m busy ok

STEPH : Are we going to ignore the fact that Cass knew and didn’t tell us

GRAYSON : Yea Cass

                    Why didn’t you tell us???

CASS : Not my secret to tell

DAMIAN : That's why she was allowed to know

CASS : Bruce knew too

GRAYSON : I feel betrayed

                    Why didn’t you tell me?

                   🥲.

DUKE : I wonder why

            🙄.

GRAYSON : Don't sass me rn Duke

DAMIAN : Cass, Y/N wants to know if you’re going on patrol on Friday.

TODD : SHE KNOWS?!!?!?!

            Does Bruce know she knows?

GRAYSON : OF COURSE HE KNOWS

                 Its Bruce

CASS : I’m not.

            Why?

DAMIAN : She says “we need to finish the movie from our sleepover”

STEPH : YOU TWO HAD A SLEEPOVER WITHOUT ME

DUKE : What was the movie?

TODD : Really Duke?

           That’s what you want to know

DUKE : Yes… leave me alone

DAMIAN : I don’t know.

DUKE : Can you ask please 🙏🏾 

DAMIAN : She said they finished Salt, with Angelina Jolie and are now on Mr and Mrs Smith

CASS : Ask her if we’re going to watch Megan Fox movies after.

DUKE : Angelina Jolie…

        Megan fox…

        Can I PLEASE join 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 

DAMIAN : I’m not a walkie-talkie.

           Text her yourself.

DUKE : Fine

         I don’t have her number

CASS : …

DAMIAN : I was talking to Cass

STEPH : Uhm….

              What about me?!?!?!

GRAYSON: Steph plz

                   Damian has been ignoring me this entire time

                  😢.

                  Can we meet her????

DAMIAN : No.

CASS: Y/N says she would love to meet you but only if “Dami” is comfortable with it

GRAYSON : SHE GETS TO GIVE YOU A NICKNAME BUT NOT ME

                     Everytime I try to give you one you reject it

DRAKE : Dami?

               Who’s Dami

TODD : Damian

             Duhhh

DRAKE : I'm running of 2 hours of sleep and 8 cups of coffee

              🖕🏾.

TODD : 😂

Suddenly everyone got an incoming call

--Incoming Facetime Call: Damian--

Once everyone joined the group facetime they all noticed a girl sitting next to Damian

They couldn’t lie

You were gorgeous 

You looked like the girl that wasn’t overly popular but everyone liked

Basically a Disney princess

But you didn’t look like Damian’s usual type

Raven or his past fling, Flatline

You were probably the reason he slowly started incorporating color in his wardrobe 

I mean it was just dark colors but it was colors nonetheless

You finally spoke up and the conversation rolled on from there

Y/N : Hi everyone! I’m Y/N! 

         It's so nice to meet the rest of you.

Grayson : Hi! Im Dick. Damian’s handsome oldest brother.

TODD : I’m Jason Todd. The cooler, even more handsome big bro.

DRAKE : Uh hi. Tim.

Everyone else started to introduce themselves 

DAMIAN: Hurry up and ask what you need, we’re extremely busy. 

Y/N : Damian, be nice. Feel free to ask me anything

After a brief moment of silence they all started talking at one

“See what I mean” Damian whispered in your ear 

You rolled your eyes at him and spoke up

Y/N : One question at a time please

DRAKE : Is Damian paying you to act like his girlfriend? Did he have to bribe you?

For the next hour, you were answering questions and they were getting to know you

They like how you balanced Damian out

You chilled him out

Normally Damian would have been tearing their heads off, but you were calmed him before he could even react

They like seeing Damian happy

He was calmer at home

Even smiling

Actually it was a small lip smirk but they counted it

Damian was happy

Especially with you

They could tell by the way he would look at you when you talked

With so much love

I had this for a while but I finally posted it. When I pasted it from my google docs I was shocked cuz all the colors and formatting was basically gone and I had to redo them. Sadly they didn’t have the colors i wanted so Cass Duke and Tim are normal but I might give Tim orange or something 🤷🏾‍♀️

[miley1442111]

Hi! I don’t know if you were already planning this but I was wondering if I could request a part 2 of your new fic ‘Regrets’? Maybe like a few years later they see each other again? You can decide if it’s a happy or sad ending, I love your work!

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regrets, part 2- s.reid

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a/n: thank you so much for requesting, i think this is becomign a series !!! (aka it's got it's own google doc, yay!)

summary: 5 years after you and spencer call of the engagement, he's back in your life. For a case. obviously.

pairing: spencer reid x fem reader

warnings: fighting, brief spencer in prison mentions (nothing about the storyline though dw), set a few years after so ik he's 'no in the bau' but just go with it please.

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You didn’t see him. For 5 long years in your new town of Colorado. You became a nanny for a wonderful family, you were paid well, and you were happy. That was until one fateful day. 

When Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareou, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, and Luke Alves, showed up at the doorstep of the O’Connor family mansion. 

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Knock knock knock

“One second!” you shouted, juggling Annaleise, the youngest of the O’Connor children, in your arms as you tried to peel a banana for Xander’s, the second youngest, breakfast. “Xander, stop playing with your porridge, eat it!” You playfully scolded, resulting in a laughing fit from Xander, and the surrounding four children. 

Annaleise was 2, Xander was 3, Jamie was 6, Poppy was 9, Juliet was 14, and Megan was 16. All the kids adored you, you lived with them as their parents went on various business, and pleasure trips. They were typical rich parents who didn’t exactly care about their children, but you did. You cared about them alot and you’d grown to love taking care of them.

“Coming!” You shouted as you bounced Annaleise in your arms and rushed to the front door.

You wished you hadn’t opened it. Then, the world wouldn’t have stood still. Then, you wouldn’t have seen Spencer. You wouldn’t have seen the awful dark rings under his eyes, his sunken and pale skin, the shock in his eyes when you came to the door with a child. “Hello?” 

“Mrs. O’Connor-” David started. 

“I’m not Mrs. O’Connor. She’s on a business trip with Mr. O’Connor,” you explained quickly. Had you not been making eye-contact with David, you would’ve seen how Spencer’s entire body untensed. The small breath of air he didn’t realise he’d been holding left his mouth in a spluttering cough of sorts and Jj had to slap him on the back to stop him from choking on his own spit. 

“My apologies, Y/n how are you?” David had always been kind to you. 

“Fine, I’m good David. Thank you,” you smiled. “I’m the nanny.”

“Do you mind if we come in to ask you some questions?” he asked, flipping over his FBI badge. 

“I wouldn’t mind if you came in but everyone is getting ready for school and this isn’t really an ideal time. Would you like to come back later?” You asked and Emily nodded. 

“That’d be perfect,” she smiled. “It’s good to see you Y/n.”

“You too,” you smiled and went back inside, 5 sets of eyes on you. 

“Who was that?” Megan practically screamed. 

“Old friends,” you lied, rushing back to get everyone’s breakfast plates away, and Annaleise in his chair.

5 voices were speaking over each other, aided by Annaleise’s incoherent babbling and you genuinely had to shout over all of them. 

“Get in the car!” You shouted. “We’re going to be late!” You reminded them. Soon, everyone was springing into action, grabbing their bags and packed lunches, and piling into the car, Megan and Juliet getting into Megan’s car to drive to their high school. You dropped Xander to his Montessori first, then Jamie and Poppy to their grade school. 

All was calm in the car as Annaleise babbled to you from the backseat. 

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“I can’t tell you anything,” you answered., “I signed an NDA.”

Luke’s eyes narrowed and he sighed. “This is a murder case Ms.-”

“And I will go to prison if I break my NDA. I'm sorry and I really wish I could help you, but I can’t.”

“Y/n, we can get a warrant,” Jj reminded you.

“Jj, I know that. I’d honestly prefer if you did,” you sighed. “What’s this about anyways?”

“Human trafficking,” David answered and you sighed. “When will Mr and Mrs. O'Connor be back from their trip?”

“3 weeks time,” you answered. 

There was a collective eye roll from the entire group. 

“Alright, Spencer stay here with Y/n while we get a warrant to search the house,” Emily ordered and both your faces fell. 

“Emily-” He tried but she gave him a look. One that made you feel that there was no room for arguing. 

“Right,” you stared at the ground, trying to find your footing in this new dynamic. “Hi Spencer.”

“Hi,” he squeaked out.

You sat in silence in the kitchen as Analeise slept in her bassinet in the next room. “Do you want a drink or anything?” You offered. 

“Just some water, please,” he smiled softly. You grabbed a cup out of the drawer and handed him a full glass of water. For the brief split-second where you two were touching, everything felt… different. “How are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m… I’m alright, yeah,” he clearly lied. 

“How’s your mom?” 

“She’s good,” he chuckled. “She misses you.”

You smiled. “Well, you can always tell her that I miss her too.”

Spencer chuckled sadly at your words and nodded. “I will.”

“I like your hair,” you smiled. “It suits you.” 

Spencer hadn't looked in a mirror in what… three weeks? He usually refused to. “Thank you,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “Y-you look good too.”

“Thank you,” you nodded. 

“I should’ve never snapped at you like that,” he shook his head, trying to keep the multitude of emotions that were threatening to spill over at bay. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. We’re both happy now,” you shrugged. "It was a long time ago-"

“I’m not,” he admitted. “Everyday, I spend my waking moments just thinking about you. Where you went, what you were doing, everything! Anything. And now you’re here in front of me. And I don't know what to do.”

“What do you mean Spencer?” you asked, suddenly the air was turning sour, just like your opinion of him. “You broke up with me.”

“And I wish I hadn’t-”

“But you did Spencer. You did. And I moved to another state to get away from it. And now you’re here, saying all this shit about ‘us’. As if there is an ‘us’ anymore,” you scoffed. “That’s a joke Spencer.”

He nodded, his eyes falling to stare at his dirty, broken converse. You’d gotten him a pair just like these. A red pair, to match the red scarf you’d made him. For his birthday, back when you were just the cool girl he had a huge crush on. Back before you were his. Back before he ruined it all. 

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“Happy birthday Spencer,” you smiled from your spot on his living room couch. He had been shocked that you’d even shown up, let alone brought him a present for his 25th birthday. “Open it!”

He did. And what he would find inside was a hand-written note (one that he’d treasure forever, with the rest of the notes you’d give him while you were together), a pair of red converse in his size, and a crocheted, chunky scarf that looked warm and comfortable. 

“I know you usually match something in your outfit, so I thought this would be good,” you smiled. “But there’s a gift receipt for the shoes if you don’t like them. The scarf is for keeps though.”

Both of them were for keeps. You were for keeps. 

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“If you’d just excuse me for a moment-” he started, trying to get up but you just pulled him into a hug.

“But I’d really like to be friends,” you whispered. “I miss all of you. But you most of all.” 

His hands felt into their rightful place, around your waist as you held him close. “I’d like that.”

“Me too.”

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criminal minds masterlist :)

navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, marvel, top gun, challengers, the bear, the hunger games, obx+)

[gotham--fc]

Torn - A Megan Keller Imagine

R is Canadian and gets hurt really bad in a rivalry series game, her and Megan try to cope

lowkey inspired by an actual real life person I know who had a torn labrum for almost 4 years because sports med refused to take her seriously

this was supposed to be short and quick but ended up being around 4k words..... enjoy!

Megan wishes she couldn’t remember what happened with such clarity. She wishes she was looking the other way, or was across the ice, or back in the locker room completely.

She teased Y/N for weeks leading up to the game. At every Boston practice she would ask to be on a different scrimmage team so she could get practice going against her. She would refuse to sit next to Y/N on the team bus so she could get her head in the rivalry. Y/N rolled her eyes and took everything Megan gave her and gave it right back.

The game was tense and physical right from the start. It always is and everyone’s prepared for it. It’s a close game, both teams pushing to pull ahead. It’s late in the second period and Y/N goes to dig the puck out from the boards behind the US’s net. Megan gets there before her teammates and she presses up against Y/N’s back and jams her stick at the puck.

“Give me the puck or I will dump you,” Keller says. Y/N snorts.

“At least try and chirp something believable at me.”

Y/N pokes the puck free and skates after it. Keller reacts a second too late, and Abby Roque skates up to Y/N from the other side. Keller watches it happen. She watches Abby drop her shoulder and watches her slam into Y/N. Y/N’s focused on the puck, she doesn’t see it coming. Keller watches as Roque slams Y/N into the boards and Keller knows it’s a pen right away when she saw Roque drop her shoulder, and then Y/N hits the boards, her stick and arm twisted up and then she screams.

Keller feels her blood run cold.

Y/N collapses on the ice, screaming, and she writhes on the ice clutching at her shoulder. The ref blows the whistle and points to Roque but Keller isn’t paying attention. Y/N won’t stop screaming. The crowd goes silent, not that Keller was paying any attention to them, but that means she can hear Y/N’s screams in more clarity.

Oh god, Megan’s never seen her in pain like this before.

Megan doesn’t move, doesn’t take her eyes off Y/N, even as the Canadian players go after Roque, even as Laura Stacey drops to her knees beside Y/N and tries to calm her down.

“I know,” Stacey says, “I know it hurts. Try to keep still. Stop screaming.” Stacey’s hands are everywhere, on Y/N’s shoulders, on her arms, her chest, pulling her helmet off.

“Please, stop screaming,” Stacey says, “I know it hurts.”

Y/N screams and cries so hard she gags.

“Stop screaming,” Stacey keeps saying.

She keeps saying it even when the medical staff comes out onto the ice. She keeps saying it when they assess Y/N. She keeps saying it when they help her up and start to lead her off the ice. Y/N’s stopped screaming so loud, but she keeps making pained sounds as they move her. Keller doesn’t even realize she’s following them until she gets to the Canada bench and Marie Philip Poulin stops her with a hand on her chest and a shove that feels rougher than it is.

“Go back to your bench Keller,” Poulin says.

In a daze, Keller skates to her bench. She can’t pay attention to anything her coach says. Her head feels underwater and her teammates all pat her on the back and try to comfort her, but she can’t hear it. All she can hear is Y/N’s screams.

***

It’s the worst pain Y/N’s ever felt.

She’s had shoulder problems for a while, but nothing she couldn’t play through. She’s been to physio and to sports med and they all tell her the same thing. It’s her posture, she’s too tense, she needs massages, or physio exercises, it’s nothing medically wrong. It’s frustrating having a constant dull ache in her shoulder that only gets worse when she moves it, but she can play hockey and she can get through it. Besides, if there’s nothing to be done, then what can she do?

The medical staff leads her back to the locker room and help her out of her jersey and her pads so they can assess her shoulder. She can’t move her shoulder at all, and screams in pain as they try to gently maneuver her pads off. Finally, she’s left in just her undershirt and sports bra. They determine that’s there more structural issues with her shoulder than they can handle (duh) and they decide she needs to go the hospital to get checked out.

“Wait,” Y/N speaks up for the first time since she hit the boards, “I wanna stay for the game.”

“We can’t medically clear you to get back on the ice,” One of the medics says, “I’m sorry, but you have to get x-rays and possibly an MRI. We need to take you to the hospital.”

“I just wanna stay for the end,” Y/N says, “I don’t wanna play. I’ll stay in here. I don’t wanna go alone. I don’t want to go to the hospital alone. Please. Let someone else come with me.”

Y/N knows they don’t want to, she knows they want her to go to the hospital right away, and Y/N knows she should, but she also knows she’s not in the mindset to be stuck in a hospital all night alone. She knows she won’t be able to pay attention to anything that the doctors tell her, and she won’t be able to ask the questions she knows she should ask. Finally, one of the medical staff sighs.

“Fine. We’ll talk to Troy at intermission.”

***

After the game, Y/N gets loaded into a non-emergency ambulance with Laura Stacey.

Her shoulder feels like it’s on fire and the makeshift sling she’s in doesn’t keep her shoulder from jostling. The medical staff are on her one side, Stacey on the other, and Y/N just wants to curl up in bed and cry. They’re walking from the locker rooms to the exit door and Y/N doesn’t react to the pounding footsteps behind them.

“Y/N!” Megan calls. Y/N’s foot falters, then keeps going. She knows she’ll fall apart if she looks at Megan right now. “Wait, wait, what’s wrong? How bad is it? Are you going back to the hotel?”

“Keller,” Stacey stops and puts her hands out, stopping Megan from getting any closer. “It’s okay, she’s okay. She’s going to get checked out. We’re not going to be back at the hotel until the morning probably. There’s nothing you can do right now, just give her some space. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Wait, wait, I can come with, I can…” Megan’s voice gets increasingly frantic, “Please, let me do something.”

“Let’s go Megs,” Now it’s Hilary’s Knight’s voice. She shepherds Megan away. Megan resists, but she leaves with Hilary.

Y/N wants to feel bad. She wants to feel bad that she didn’t turn around, that she didn’t look at Megan or talk to her or tell her everything’s going to be okay. She wants to be, but she’s not. She’s in too much pain to care about anything right now.

***

Megan stays up all night. She sits in the bathroom, staring at her phone in her hand and waiting for it to ring. Hilary’s her roommate for this camp and she banished Megan to the bathroom after her restless movements and phone light kept Hilary from sleeping.

She barely resists texting Y/N, knowing that she probably can’t answer. She doesn’t know how bad the damage is, but with how Y/N was screaming, it can’t be good.

Oh god.

Megan doesn’t think she’ll ever forget the sound of Y/N screaming.

She felt helpless on the ice, and she feels helpless now. Stacey is right. There’s nothing she can do, nothing any of them can do now. Megan itches to do something. Her knees bobs constantly, she picks at her fingernails, tries to google shoulder injuries and then closes Safari when she starts reading about the worst shoulder injuries athletes can get.

She texts Stacey again, having got her number from Hilary who got it from Poulin.

any updates?

how is she feeling? is it as bad as it looked?

Stacey doesn’t respond.

Megan stands up, paces the tiny bathroom, then sits down again.

***

“See this here?”

Y/N has done ultrasounds and x-rays and an MRI. She’s been passed around for test after test and none of them help make her feel better. Her shoulder hurts and she’s been crying since they left the rink. The nurses are nice, but it’s clear they know how bad things are, and they pity her. Stacey is with her when she can, but Y/N knows she knows it’s bad too.

The doctors came in and pulled up her scans on the screens. Y/N tries to look at them, but she doesn’t know anything about this medical stuff. She doesn’t know what a shoulder is supposed to look like.

“This is an old injury,” The doctor continues, “A torn labrum. It looks months old, which most likely contributed to your shoulder instability. Have you been in any pain? Have you gotten your shoulder checked out?" Y/N nods.

“Physio did an x-ray,” She says, “Said nothing was wrong.”

“Right, these types of injuries are very hard to spot on an x-ray. It’s why we recommend an MRI for shoulder injuries. As you can see…”

Y/N zones out as he talks. She doesn’t understand what he’s saying and all she knows is her shoulder hurts and she just wants to go home.

“What kind of timeline are we looking at?” Stacey asks. This is why Y/N wanted someone else here. She knew she wouldn’t be in the headspace to ask the doctors anything.

“Well, after the surgery, she’ll be at least six weeks in a sling. Then depending on how the shoulder’s recovered, there will be three, four months of physio to get mobility back and build her strength back. Probably another two, three months, before she can be cleared to get back on the ice.”

“But, she’ll come back? She’ll make a full recovery?”

“That’s the hope,” The doctor says, “Every injury is different and it’s hard to create an exact timeline at this stage. Physio will build strength and mobility and if all goes well, she’ll be perfectly fine to play; however, if the stability never recovers, I would say it’s unlikely she’ll get back on the ice. But, that’s worst case scenario. Surgery should repair the torn ligaments and muscle, and then if she keeps up with her physio and doesn’t push too hard and set herself back, I’d say she has a good chance of getting back on the ice.”

“Thanks doctor,” Stacey says.

The doctor leaves and Stacey sits on Y/N’s good side and takes her hand. Y/N doesn’t look over, just stares at the wall.

“You’re going to be fine,” Stacey says, “You’re in good hands. I have complete faith in you.”

The doctor is in the hall talking to the team medical staff, Y/N can hear their voices. She knows she’s not having surgery here. She doesn’t know where she’ll get it. She supposes it’s up to the medical staff. A nurse comes in and gives her a few pills. For the pain, she says. Y/N takes them without complaint.

“Megan wants to know what’s going on,” Stacey says, “What do you want me to tell her?”

“I want a new physio.”

***

on our way back to the hotel. looking at a six month recovery at least. she's in a lot of pain. I’m taking her to her room to get some rest. talk more in the morning

Megan reads Stacey’s text over and over again. She debates going down to the lobby to meet them. She debates going to Y/N’s room. She debates calling Stacey. She debates going to bed.

In the end, she decides to get some ice. She takes the ice bucket down the hall to the machine and fills it. She sits in the hallway and crunches on the ice cubes. She takes the bucket with her as she heads back to her room. She debates going downstairs and going out on the back patio, but she knows she’ll only end up in the lobby. She goes out onto the balcony. It’s chilly outside, but she grabbed a hoodie to wear before she went outside. Her room is at the back of the hotel, so she can’t even look out and see if she can see Y/N coming back.

She chews another ice cube.

***

In the morning, Knight finds her passed out on the balcony, the ice bucket just water. She tipped it over at some point during the night and the water seeped into her socks, making her grimace.

“Have you heard anything?” Knight asks as she tugs her wet socks off.

“It’s bad,” Keller says, “Stacey wouldn’t tell me details. Six month recovery, she said.”

“It’s not the end of the world,” Hilary says, “She’s tough as hell, she’ll be fine.”

Megan heads down for team breakfast and tries to see if she can spot any of the Canadian players. She sees Jamie Lee Rattray and beelines it for her. She puts up her hand before Megan makes it to her.

“I don’t know any more than you do,” Ratty says, “None of us have seen her yet and Stace isn’t saying anything.”

“Do you know where she is? I want to see her,” Megan says, “Can you tell her to find me or call me or something? She didn’t…” Megan swallows heavily, “She didn’t even look at me.”

Ratty puts her hand on Megan’s arm.

“I’ll let her know you’re looking for her when I see her.”

Megan doesn’t end up seeing Y/N. She does see Laura Stacey and follows her around the hotel while asking every question she can possibly think of. Stacey informs Megan of what the doctor said, what the extent of the injury is. Megan sees red when Stacey tells her Y/N’s been complaining about shoulder pain but her physio told her it was nothing.

“I’m going to kill him,” Megan seethes, “How can he just ignore a persistent problem? And now she’s hurt because he wouldn’t do anything!”

“You can’t do anything about it now,” Stacey says, “None of us can. It sucks and it’s frustrating but all we can do now is deal.”

“I need to see her,” Megan says, “I need to see if she’s okay.”

“She’s not up to seeing anyone right now,” Stacey says. She sighs. “I’ll talk to her, but she’s tired and she’s in pain and she’s upset and I think she needs some space right now. You have to let her come to you.”

***

Megan sees Y/N later that night. She’s in the lobby waiting for food her and Hilary ordered, when Y/N steps off the elevator. Her arm is in a sling and she looks exhausted. She has a group of Canadian players with her, and they’re talking loudly and joking around, but Y/N is quiet, walking a beat behind them. Megan puts her phone away, food delivery be damned, and she heads for the group.

“Y/N,” Megan says when she’s close enough. Y/N glances at her for a second then she looks away and walks quicker to catch up with the group.

Megan doesn’t react, in shock at the reaction, and then her phone starts ringing as her delivery driver arrives.

***

Megan keeps seeing Y/N. She’s never alone. Megan knows Y/N well enough to know that she would hole herself up in her hotel room if someone didn’t force her out, and on one hand Megan is glad that her teammates can get her out and hopefully keep her spirits up, but Megan also wishes she could be that. She wishes Y/N would let her help. Every time Megan sees her, Y/N avoids her. She turns the other way, or she clings to whoever is closest to her and refuses to even look at Megan.

She sees Y/N talking to Abby Roque, smiling, laughing, and Abby touches her good arm and Megan wants to scream.

Y/N flees before Megan can reach them.

***

Y/N can’t sleep.

Her shoulder hurts, but she can’t take her pain meds because she skipped dinner because eating makes her feel sick. And since she can only use one arm, eating is an ordeal and she’s tired of having to ask her teammates for help like a child.

She lays in bed, awake, for an hour before she sneaks out of bed. She doesn’t even bother changing, still in her pjs, ragged shorts and a faded tee shirt that used to belong to Megan. She walks up the two flights of stairs it takes to get to the USA floor and she stops in front of Megan’s door. It’s late and she doesn’t want to wake up Megan’s roommate. She doesn’t want to be a bother.

She pulls out her phone and texts Megan.

u up

at ur door

cnt sleep

wana c u

She doesn’t get a response, and she should’ve expected Megan would be asleep. It’s late and just because she can’t sleep doesn’t mean Megan can’t either. She slides down the wall until she’s sitting on the floor. She’s tired and hurting and she just wants to see Megan. She debates calling her, but that would wake up her roommate too. And she doesn’t think she should wake Megan either. She’s been a shit girlfriend lately.

She rests her head on her bent knees even though it makes her shoulder hurt. She should get up and go back to bed before anyone notices she’s out here. She shouldn’t be here, in this hotel, with her team. She should go home, she should get surgery, she should start her recovery, not sit on the hotel floor outside her girlfriend’s room. Outside of Megan who might not be her girlfriend anymore’s room.

The door opens.

“Y/N?”

It takes Megan a second to see her.

“Hey,” Y/N says, her voice rough. She tries to stand, but her shoulder hurts and she just ends up on her knees biting back a groan.

Megan steps out into the hallway and helps her up. Y/N doesn’t say anything else, just stares at Megan’s hand that stays on her elbow.

“Do you wanna come in?” Megan asks. Y/N shakes her head.

“Roommate.”

“Let’s go somewhere else.”

Y/N follows Megan through the hotel, not really sure where they’re going and not really paying attention. Eventually Megan leads Y/N to an empty conference room they’ve been having team meetings in.

“Are you okay?” Megan asks after she closes the door.

Y/N takes a step forward, and then another, until she can lean all her weight onto Megan. She shakes her head against Megan’s chest and lets out a sob, then a pained noise when it hurts her shoulder. Megan holds her, whispering softly to her, until Y/N’s sobs die down.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Megan asks. Y/N shakes her head.

“I just wanna go to sleep,” Y/N says, “But my shoulder hurts. I want… I just want to play hockey.”

“I’m sorry,” Megan says, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been a bad girlfriend.”

“It’s okay. You’re hurt.”

“I just wanted to keep it together. I just wanted to be strong and… and… I can’t do that with you. You’re… I don’t have to be anything else with you, so I can’t be. I knew I’d lose it if I saw you, or talked to you. And… I’m embarrassed.” Y/N’s mumbling by the end of her speech.

“Embarrassed about what?”

“I was screaming so loud,” Y/N whispers, “I could hear it but I didn’t realize it was me until Stace told me to stop. I’m embarrassed because I scared everyone. Because I knew I had shoulder problems and I played through them. Because I listened to my physio and I didn’t get a second opinion. Because I let him convince me it was my fault. That I avoided you. That I hurt you.”

“This wasn’t your fault,” Megan says decisively, “You are not a medical professional. You trusted your physio and sports med and they let you down. You did nothing wrong. It sucks that this happened but it was not your fault.”

“I hurt you.”

“It was hard being shut out. I can’t lie, it really sucked. I didn’t know what to do or how to fix it and you just looked so miserable every time I saw you and I just wanted to run to you and hold you and everyone just kept telling me to leave you alone. I just want to help.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. You got dealt a shit hand and you’re allowed to process any way you want to. I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now.”

Y/N sniffs, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

“I have to get surgery to reconstruct my whole shoulder,” She says, “It’ll be weeks before I can get out of the sling and then months to get mobility back and then months to build my strength and grip back and after all of that I might never play hockey again. I might never get full mobility back, or my shoulder might be too unstable still to play hockey. It might take years to get to 100% and by then…” Y/N trails off.

“You can’t focus on the future right now. Yes all of that sucks, but you have to focus on the next steps. You can’t look at the finish line, you just have to look at what’s next. That’s surgery. Don’t focus on anything after, just on that. And you have the best medical staff with you and you have a whole country behind you. And me. I’ll always be here rooting you on.”

“I just want to play hockey. I want to sleep so bad.”

“Let’s go to bed then.”

“My shoulder,” Y/N says, “I can’t take my pain meds on an empty stomach.”

“Good thing I have food in my room.”

“Megs,” Y/N says frustrated, “I can’t eat. I only have one fucking hand. I’m tired of being treated like a child.”

“It’s a sandwich,” Megan answers, “You can eat it one handed. And then pain meds and then sleep. Okay?”

Y/N sniffs, then agrees. Megan leads her up to her hotel room. Y/N doesn’t know how to act, and Megan keeps fidgeting and picking at her fingers, and it’s Y/N’s fault, that they don’t know what they’re allowed to do.

“We can sit on the balcony,” Megan says when they get close to the room, “If you’re worried about Hil waking up. I don’t care, she can deal. But if you’d rather not, we can sit on the balcony.”

“Okay.”

Y/N sits on the balcony while Megan gets the sandwiches. They eat in silence, which Y/N is grateful for, until she realizes that Megan might not be saying anything because she might not have anything to say to her.

“I really am sorry,” Y/N says, “For being shitty to you. I don’t know… I don’t…” Y/N was determined not to cry, but now she can feel her eyes watering and knows she can’t stop it. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you, please don’t…” Y/N’s full on crying now, “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Megan drops her sandwich and rushes to Y/N’s side. “I’m not breaking up with you. I love you too.”

“I’m so awful to you.”

“No,” Megan cups Y/N’s face and forces Y/N to look at her, “Something shitty happened to you and you coped with it the best you could. This… hiccup doesn’t ruin what we have and it doesn’t make me want to leave you. I don’t know what I’d do without you either and I was so scared that you would leave me that I tried to give you space and back off if you didn’t want me around so that you wouldn’t. We’ll get through this baby, I’m not leaving you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

They finish their sandwiches, each eating one handed, Y/N with her one arm in a sling and Megan with one hand on Y/N’s knee. Megan helps Y/N take her pain meds and, despite Y/N’s protests, into Megan’s bed. They’re not technically allowed to do this, sleep in each other’s rooms, but Megan thinks no one will be upset at them this time. It takes a minute to find a comfortable position for Y/N to lay in, but once the meds kick in, she’s out like a light. Megan stays up for a little longer, looking at Y/N, and being grateful that they’re on the road to recovery and vowing to be by Y/N’s side every step of the way.

[reminiscingtonight]

Get Got

Rose Lavelle x Morgan!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: The way Alex’s Snacks episode instantly inspired a couple fics...

[WOSO Masterlist]

Rose has been squirrely since you got up this morning. 

After your late night in LA you decided you deserved to sleep in a bit, given your practice had been moved to the afternoon. This meant that Rose, ever the morning person she is, was already up and running around the house by the time you graced her with your presence.

Blinking owlishly, you yawn out a “good morning” and give her a kiss when she presses a warm mug of coffee into your hands. 

“Sleep well?” she asks, fingers toying with the ends of your hair. 

You hum in response, not missing the way her feet are tapping at the ground around you. The last time she was this full of energy she kept you in bed for nearly an entire day, only letting you out of the room when you finally tapped out, body fully cramped out by all of the pleasure she was happily giving you. But given that you had to be at training in less than an hour, you knew neither of you had time to work out all of her energy. 

Rose hasn’t seen much of the field after returning from camp with a bit of a leg problem, so it made sense that she seemed to have so much energy. What didn’t make sense is the way she keeps switching through the songs on your brief drive over to training. Or the way she can’t seem to sit still in the locker room. 

Even Megan seems to be taken off guard, throwing her sock at Rose’s forehead the third time your girlfriend runs a lap around everyone as you all change into your workout gear.

“Have you listened to Sammy’s podcast yet?”

Her comment comes just as you trudge onto the field, lightly jogging your warm up.

You shake your head, laughing at the crinkle between her eyebrows. “Babe, I’ve been with you all morning.” You briefly remember your sister telling you something about finally being invited onto your friends’ podcast, but to be honest you hadn’t really planned on listening to her episode until later in the week during your free time. Obviously you wouldn’t plan on skipping it, but the two of you had your own lives, not everything you did had to revolve around each other.

Before you can ask Rose about her question, Sonnett’s crashing your solitude, throwing an arm around each of your shoulders. “How are my favorite midfielders on this fine April day?”

“Don’t let Lindsey hear you say that,” you snort, shrugging the blonde’s arm off of you.

Sonnett looks like she’s about to say something else, but a quick elbow into her gut by Rose quickly shuts her up. You frown, tilting your head in question at your girlfriend, but she pretends not to notice, starting on a random tangent.

You don’t have a chance to question either of them, as Laura’s quick to call in the team and start doling out exercises. 

By the time someone else brings up Sam and Lynn’s podcast, you had already forgotten about Rose’s weird behavior.

It’s near the end of practice. Half of the girls were already back inside, getting iced and doing a quick recovery session. You and some of the others had stuck around to help clean up the field before heading their way. 

Sofia slinks up next to you, handing you one of the cones on the ground. You give her a nod in thanks, quick to move onto the next cone. 

“Did you know you’re dating an evil mastermind?” Sofia chuckles.

You’re not really sure what prompted her to say that, but you can’t help but laugh and give her a grin. “Tell me something I don’t know. Rose is an evil mastermind but at least she’s an evil mastermind who loves me and wouldn’t dare to prank me lest I make her sleep on the couch.”

You love Rose for so many reasons. Like almost too many to count. But that girl was a bit of a monster when it comes to pulling pranks on all of your friends. The couple of years before you officially began dating was a bit rough, you not ever knowing if you would be met with “friend” Rose or “in a pranking mood” Rose every time you saw each other. It’s been three years since, and “girlfriend” Rose was much more likely to treat you to chocolates and flowers than try to pull a quick one on you.

“What a shame her leniency doesn’t extend to the rest of your family.”

When you look at her with a confused face, Sofia’s quick to meet your expression with one of her own. “I’m assuming you haven’t listened to Alex’s Snacks episode yet?”

When you shake your head, she’s quick to pull out her phone. You’re a bit amused to see the episode sitting paused in her Spotify, but she must’ve been listening to it before coming to practice.

Sofia rewinds a little bit, having nearly finished the episode already.

You’re greeted with your sister’s raspy voice as she presses play. 

It’s all the typical stuff you were expecting. Some talk about Taylor Swift, Alex’s favorite songs from her album, Rose’s obsession with Taylor Swift conspiracies--

And that’s when you hear it.

“Yeah, but you can’t ever trust what she says. Like do you think she’s telling the truth?”

“Hot take, you can’t trust Rose.”

By the time Alex’s done detailing her run-in with Rose and Sonnett during camp, you’re laughing so hard that you have to wipe tears from your eyes. 

It’s often a rarity for you to not be in camp, but you had missed this past one due to a slight injury that’s been healed since. Everyone’s been home for a couple of days now, but this is the first time you’re hearing about any pranks being pulled against Alex.

“Did she actually--” you question, still trying to catch your breath. 

Sofia nods, still grinning like crazy. “Alex got a little pouty when she realized they were playing her.”

Sometimes Rose and Alex’s relationship made you want to laugh. When Rose first met your sister she was terrified. Not even dating yet at that point, you had to reassure Rose time and time again that Alex didn’t hate her. And look at them now. Now most times you have to reassure Alex that Rose didn’t have it out to get her. 

It’s all done in good spirit, but it looks like you’re going to have to convince Alex not to eye your girlfriend with distrust again the next time you’re all in the same room.

The two of you are still joking about it when you roll into the recovery room. 

It’s a bit cute how Rose perks up when she sees you, hands instantly making a grabby motion. Sofia takes one look at the brunette before breaking out into laughter again, pushing you towards your girlfriend before going to the other side of the room. 

Rose frowns after the defender, unfortunately still stuck in her compression boots. She opens her mouth to question Sofia, but you press a kiss to her forehead before she can say anything. 

Your kiss does its job, pulling Rose’s attention back to you. 

Although she looks up at you lovingly, she’s quick to narrow her eyes at the amusement dancing around your face. “Okay, what did Sof tell you.”

“Babe, you and Sonny need to stop tormenting Al.”

“Alex needs tougher skin,” she snorts in response, instantly knowing what you’re referring to.

“She got got!” Sonnett adds, throwing her arms up in celebration. 

You roll your eyes in amusement. “Go away, Son.” You turn back to Rose. She’s looking a little smug at successfully fooling your sister again. “Don’t go acting like you weren’t terrified of her when I was introducing you as my girlfriend for the first time.”

“Alex is scary,” Rose nods. But the smirk is quick to come back. “Until she isn’t.”

Sonnett lets out a hoot in agreement, giving Rose a fist bump. 

Sometimes you wonder why you’re friends with literal children. 

And then you remember that children are fun to fool with too, and it makes everything so much better. 

“You know, she’s not wholly convinced that you aren’t dating me as some way to prank her.”

It takes a second for your words to sink in, but when they finally do, Rose is sitting up in alarm. “Wait, what.” 

You let out a hum as you stand up to go to your own table. 

“That’s a joke, right?” she nervously chuckles, unable to go after you while she still has the boots on.

With your back to her, you don’t have to worry about hiding your grin. All she can see is your shoulders as you shrug, making your way to the other side of the room. 

“Babe! That’s a joke, right?!” Rose’s half terrified voice follows after you. 

Alex is going to have a field day when you tell her about this later.

[honeym4rk]

another mark friends-to-lovers au lol

part of the same storyline as my previous post !!!! where mark and oc are best friends in the same friend group in high school and oc starts falling for mark even though he likes to play into the running joke that they're some perfect couple.

i think i might make this another series of oneshots bc i... am not ready to write a whole full blown fic yet AHAHAHAH we'll see lol but i just wanted to put this up in case i never touch it again

here's the previous post!

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It’s almost as if Mark wants to continue proving you wrong. Because as much as you think there’s already so much about him that’s attractive, endearing, hot, whatever; he seems to pile on even more labels and traits that make you want to melt into a puddle of nothingness. It's like he's aiming to become one of those... multi-hyphenates that the teachers in school like to talk about.

He got his stupid Driver’s License. 

And to be honest, you never really thought it was hot that people could drive- it’s literally just operating an automobile, a routine of turning the steering wheel and hitting pedals- so what about it could possibly ever evoke any sense of attractive quality to it?

Maybe you’re just biased because it’s Mark who’s driving right now, after so long of boasting about how he got his license and how he’s already “reeeaaalllyyy good”. You sit in the passenger’s seat as he drives you back home from another day at the Library, and you buckle your seatbelt just a little tighter, holding onto it in fear as he starts the car to pull out of the parking lot.

He punches at your shoulder lightly, “Hey! I promise I’m fine! Look, I can do the one handed thingy!”

“Literally, don’t. Isn’t it dangerous, or something?”

“I mean, kinda, but I swear I’ve got it down. See?”

And got it down, he does- and you can’t lie and say it wasn’t cool. Maybe even hot. His hand on the steering wheel, he turns around to look behind the car, leaning in a little closer to you, and you have to will yourself to look away from the concentration on his face, and how good he looks with his hair out and not hidden by a cap, his circle-rimmed glasses resting on his nose. Your eyes land on the knife of a jawline he has, and then they naturally travel up to his lips that are so incredibly pink and plump-

“Cool, right?” He manoeuvres successfully, and makes a straight to send you home, and you gulp, staring straight at the street in front of you. It’s almost as if his stare has a weight of its own, crushing you, pressing you to squeeze into the car door. It’s so embarrassing that you’re secretly harbouring all of these feelings, they’re so…. strange, and maybe even inappropriate since you’re just friends.

“Okay, fine, it is pretty cool. Now you just have to get me home in one piece.” You laugh, and just pray, that for the love of God, you can just get through another day without getting flustered over something stupid like this.

“Oh yeah, I wanted you to listen to this! Unlock my phone and go into my Spotify, it’s the top playlist.”

He hands you his phone, and continues, “You remember Phony Ppl, right? They had that song you liked with Megan Thee Stallion? Well, I found one of their new songs and someone in a YouTube comment said it was sampled on the first song in that playlist, but I swore it sounded like this old 5SOS song.”

Huh. Funny. The very first song in the playlist is titled ‘I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On,’ and you literally want to punch yourself in the face. You press play.

It’s a funky disco-beat- Mark’s recommendation playlist for you has been full of these songs lately. 

“Hmm, it’s fun! I love the synths, they’re going crazy. Also, love your car’s stereo? Wow!”

You’re starting to really like it, it’s groovy, it’s fun, and then she starts singing, so you look at the lyrics on his phone- they’re not synced to the song, so you just scroll, skimming through in curiosity. And in huge, bold, white letters, almost to mock you,

You read me wrong. I wasn’t trying to lead you on. I want a friend. I didn’t mean to turn you on.

Haha. Oh my God. Hahahaha. You nod your head in awkwardness, but then try to play it off by looking like you’re just doing it to the music. 

“Right?! It’s such a bop, man! And yeah, sometimes I have to stop myself from playing the music too loud. If not I can literally feel the vibrations in my fingers. Okay, anyways, the song itself is like, seven whole minutes, and gets kinda repetitive at the end, so you can just skip to the next one. Just listen to the intro!”

‘Nowhere But Up’ sounds pretty similar to the previous song, it’s pretty clear they did sample it, yet they’ve definitely made it their own since the vibe is completely different, and the lyrics are still on the screen, and Wow! They do not get any better.

So, like hold on, you, you wait, so you want me to chase you through this song? Huh, you sound crazy, you sound crazy. The last thing I remember is you said that you want me.

You chuckle sardonically before you can even stop yourself, and you should’ve seen this coming, but he asks you what’s so funny and you have to come up with a lie on the spot.

“Oh, no, the bass is ridiculously good! That part in the intro? It’s so good. This part.” You replay the part, and he agrees, “Yeah! Their bass lines are always so sick.” There is a moment of silence shared just to listen to the music, and the suffocating feeling of his eyes on you is back for a brief moment before he continues to tap the rhythm on the steering wheel, head bopping to the beat.

Then his phone buzzes, the ping interrupting your moment of solace, and you see the text message notification from Karina before he can even ask who it is. 

[karina ☺️, 2002] heeeey wru

Your heart drops to your stomach- it’s almost as if this is the perfect storm of events and it’s not even just your confirmation bias, almost as if he did play those songs to unknowingly reject you, no- almost as if he knew you how you felt, almost as if he was deliberately trying to shut you down. 

“Ooooooo! Karina just texted you.” You wiggle your eyebrows and try to force as much excitement and curiosity as possible for someone that just got their life and soul sucked out of their body. 

“Oh, um,” Mark, too, looks pretty shocked. “Can IIIIIIIII open it?” You stare intently at him, waiting for his answer, stare right at his face like he has something to explain to you. Which, he doesn’t, not necessarily. But you still feel this way anyway. He licks his lips, as if in contemplation.

“Yeah, sure. What’d she say?” 

“She just asked where you are. Are you supposed to be anywhere right now?” Hands clammy, you click on the notification. At first glance, it does look like they’ve been talking quite a bit- they even texted each other ‘gn’ three days ago. Everything is sending you into a frenzy, and you’re trying to convince yourself it’s just a normal thing people do. Friends do. You’ve texted Yeonjun ‘goodnight’ before, and it doesn’t mean anything. Where does he have to be? Are they supposed to go on a date? Where could they be possibly going on a Saturday Night? 

His voice cuts off your train of thought- “Oh, shit!” His voice cracks, and there’s just so much panic packed into the tiny space of his car, “I’m supposed to be in some Zoom Call right now, it’s for the project we’re doing. Uhhh, tell her I’m on the way home right now, I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

You type away, and all the fear that struck terror in your soul seems to have deflated, yet it’s left your heart palpitating. You feel so stupid for feeling so worked up about this, it’s crazy. Never in your life had you thought you’d be overcome with jealousy, even if it was for a tiny moment, but you suppose that it’s really just the uncertainty that spurs it all. 

You know, since you don’t know how he feels about you. No clue at all about whether or not he reciprocates whatever stupid crush you have. He literally just recommended two songs that were about turning someone down. But then again, when has he ever sent cryptic messages through his song choices? It’s totally unlike him, and your leaping-to-conclusions- brain is just incredible at making complete nonsense of anything that’s happening. 

God, you need to convene with Minji and Ryujin again. Your hand is itching to whip your phone out to send a text, why in front of Mark you’re not too sure, maybe the desperation really has gotten to you.

“Can I take the call at your place? It’s only going to be, like, thirty minutes max, I think.” He’s come over multiple times, it really isn’t that big of a deal. It’s fine. Your mom likes him. Haha. 

“Yeah, sure, I think my mom’s home and she probably wouldn’t mind.”

The next song has started.

“Great, thanks! Oh, this was the last song I wanted to show you, the 5SOS one? Do you hear the similarity? Like the chord progressions, and the rhythm? It’s not the same synth sound, I mean, duh, it’s a guitar, but yeah.”

When you’re talking to your girls, do you talk about me? Do you tell’ em that you love me the way that I’ve been loving you?

You are seriously going to punch yourself in the face later.

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LOL yeah um let me know what i should do with this fic should i try to flesh it out and write a whole story that really flows or just post the random scenarios agashgahee

also the songs are: i didn't mean to turn you on - cherelle nowhere but up - phony ppl girls talk boys - 5sos

go have a listen!!! they are such boppy songs lol.

[tani-b-art]

Brutally honest it would be best the Aces do not keep Kiah going into next year. Stat-wise, she is the most non-producing Aces player we have. She doesn’t score at all. Okay forget scoring (not really) but she’s not even providing the rebounding presence we desperately need! I’ve looked at stats from all other teams and their duo of forward and center almost consistently puts up double-doubles. Kiah has never given this production in tandem with A’ja. Alysha goes into this conversation as well (she is a small forward or whatever so I kinda don’t expect much defensively from her but she even matches up pretty well for her smaller size. She actually compensates for her height difference against much bigger forwards and centers she’s tasked to guard a lot better than Kiah). But her lack of scoring—it’s become a huge sore factor for us. She can be traded too if you ask me. A’ja can’t have a single game of underscoring or else we walk away with the L because not only do these 2 players not make up her slack, the entire team doesn’t. A can’t score under 20 or else we lose. Heck, she almost can score 30+ and we barely win.

I don’t get why the coaching plans never adjust to bench Kelsey when she starts majorly slacking in every area. When she starts selfishly taking circus shots and starts to dribble in circles leading to a turnover. Kate is right there to replace her when she decides to operate this way and it’s becoming extremely questionable why the coaching continues that. Sydney comes in way too late (but she came in tonight and was a negative impact). By the time Becky decides to put her in, we’re too far gone. Tiffany should start. We just need for her to lessen her fouls and knock down those uncontested paint shots a whole lot more. It’s so frustrating seeing how many layups she misses.

What are we doing with KB? Now, she’s just taking up trade space at this point.

Kate and Megan should be getting more minutes. Try something else. And I’m this close to saying…no, I won’t go there but can we please trade or sign for the number 1 (and 2) position? An additional guard, specifically a point, would be beneficial for Chelsea. She’s not giving the same minutes or production from last season since the injury and them not recognizing this and doing something about it 2 months ago is beyond me. And now, she’s also become an offensive turnover liability too with her over dribbling and force passing.

Still maintaining that post-Olympic Jackie is off. She’s on sleep mode or something. Something is different. Big nite tonight but that’s been this one game since coming back.

Becky…you deliberately sabotaging the team this season? It’s gotten so bad that I actually verbally said out loud to myself, “Trade Becky.” We talking about trading players—maybe we need to trade her. Coaches don’t get traded but fired. So there’s that.

We are running out of time! Regroup and repurpose now.

[hollywoodxwhore]

Ours | Chapter Five

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Content/Warnings: ANGST! M*gan F*x being toxic, swearing, protective Col

Megan stans don't come for me. I really don't give a shit.

Presley

I sleep in late the next day. It’s not like I have any reason to get up early. Colson has encouraged me to just enjoy some time off and not work. Normally, I’d argue with him and get a job anyway, but he’s right. I’ve been working since I was old enough to have a job and I haven’t really taken a break since. My body and my mind need the rest.

I sprawl out in our huge bed and take a cleansing breath. It’s so nice living here with Colson. I thought I enjoyed being alone, but it turns out I like being with Colson more. I still can’t believe this is my life. If you were to tell me six months ago I’d be where I am now, I would’ve laughed in your face. It still feels too good to be true, but I’m just trying to be grateful for every moment.

After waking up slowly, I roll over and grab my phone off the nightstand. I notice I have a text from Colson and I open it immediately. Hey gorgeous. Come visit me at the studio if you feel like it. Take whatever car you want. Love you.

I smile and love-react to his message, sending back a loving one of my own. My heart flutters at everything this man says to me. I hope I always react this way to him. I swipe back to my texts to see that I have one from an unsaved number. My brow furrows as I start to read it and my veins go icy when I comprehend what I’m reading.

Hi Presley. This is Megan, Colson’s ex. Someone gave me your number. I always said he shouldn’t have trusted his inner circle so much. Can we talk?

I have no idea what to say. I read it through three times before locking my phone and setting it aside. My first instinct was to take a screenshot and send it to Colson, but I don’t want to bother him while he’s working, especially with messages about his toxic ex that messed him up. Colson has told me a little more as time has gone on. Megan was honestly emotionally abusive toward him. She blamed him for any issue in their relationship, made him seem like a horrible partner, and was all around super shady. I don’t trust her in the slightest, and I don’t like that someone gave her my number. I need to figure out who it is.

Tell me who gave you my number and we can talk.

I’ll never reveal my sources. You’ll have to figure that out on your own. 

A few minutes go by before she messages me again. 

I’m going to be nice because I feel like I need to warn you. Your aura is nice and Colson’s is dark. Be careful. He’s going to make you seem like the bad guy. Just watch out for yourself, babe. 

I’m fuming. I want to tell her to go fuck herself, to leave me the hell alone and to never, ever call me babe again. But I force myself to take some deep breaths. I’m not texting her back. That much I know for sure. I don’t need her bullshit warnings. I trust my boyfriend wholeheartedly and I believe every word he says about her. 

The rest of the day, I’m on edge. I work out until I’m pouring sweat, trying to ease my mind. I take a long shower, making sure to shave and exfoliate and moisturize and all the important things. When I still feel like a disaster, I grab a set of keys and take off toward the studio.

I text Colson, who comes right outside to get me. I watch as his tall frame lopes out into the sunlight and I can’t help but smile. Being around him always makes me feel better, no matter what. He looks perfect in his sweats and t-shirt, a hat backwards on his head. His little smile when he sees me makes my tummy flip. I get out of the car and let him scoop me into his arms.

“There’s my girl,” he murmurs into my hair. “Mm, you smell so good.”

“Thank you,” I say, closing my eyes as I breathe his scent in, too. I relax just a little bit more in his arms. It’s hard to feel stressed when Colson is holding me. 

He sets me on my feet and grins at me. He’s excited; I can tell by the gleam in his eyes. “Wanna come hear what we’ve been working on?” he asks.

I make myself perk up, smiling brightly. “Sure!” Colson grins and offers his hand. I lace our fingers together and let him lead me into the studio.

Slim is the only one there and he nods to me. “Hey, Pres.”

“Hey, Slim!” I greet, bending to hug him where he sits in his chair. 

“Alright, Slim, run it back,” Colson commands. He’s so cute, like a golden retriever eager to show you his new toy. Slim wastes no time in pushing play. “Babe, you’ll never guess who we got to be on the song.”

“Who?” I ask.

Colson grins. “Oliver fucking Sykes.”

My gasp and shock are genuine. “Seriously?”

Colson nods quickly. “Seriously. Isn’t that fucking crazy? This song’s gonna be the hardest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Ight, now shut up so she can hear it,” Slim tells him with a chuckle. Colson holds up his hands and goes quiet as Slim starts the song over.

I listen as the music starts and I already like it. As soon as it goes into the chorus, I can’t help but move, nodding my head and swaying a little. He’s right, the song goes hard. It’s amazing, a little darker than what I heard on TTMD, and I love it. 

“That’s what we have so far, but Oli will do the second verse,” Colson says as Slim turns off the song.

“Guys, that’s amazing!” I gush, meaning it. “God, I’m so excited for this album.”

“Shit, me too,”  Colson agrees. 

“Alright, bro, I gotta go,” Slim says, getting to his feet. “You need anything else?”

“Nah, man, thanks,” Colson says, giving Slim a hug. Slim waves at me and heads off, leaving Colson and me alone in the studio. All at once, the anxiety returns. We need to talk about it, but I don’t want to kill his good mood.

Colson saunters over to me and slides his hands over my shoulders, looking down at me. “How’s my girl?” he asks quietly. “You seem a little tense.”

I shrug and smile weakly. “I’m fine,” I lie.

Colson gives me a look that says, be fucking for real. I sigh and hang my head, but he just cups my chin so I have to look at him. “Baby,” he says. “You can talk to me.”

I shift on my feet. “I don’t want to ruin this,” I say, gesturing vaguely to the studio.

“It’s fine,” Colson says, shaking his head. He puts a hand on my lower back and guides me to the couch where we sit side by side, his body angled toward mine. “I’ll be fine. I want to know what’s bugging you.” Worried blue eyes search mine and I sigh, taking out my phone. I open up the thread of messages and hand it to Colson. I don’t look at him while he reads. I can’t bear to watch the moment his good mood descends into anger or irritation or anxiety or whatever those texts might conjure. 

“What the fuck is this shit?” Colson mutters.  

“Is that really her?” I ask. “Not a fake number?”

Colson shakes his head. “No, this is definitely her,” he says. “Who the fuck shared your number with her? That’s what pisses me off most of all.”

“Really?” I ask.

Colson nods. “This behavior from her ass doesn’t surprise me. I wonder if she texted me.” He gets up and grabs his phone. He had notifications silenced for everyone but me, but when he turns the setting off, sure enough, there are messages from her. He angles the phone so we can both read.

You moved on. Never thought you’d actually do it.

Does she know who you really are? Does she know you’re not actually ready for a monogamous commitment?

Be careful. She seems like a sweet girl.

Colson looks ready to explode. He locks his phone and then, out of nowhere, heaves it hard at the glass separating our room from the recording studio. I jump, startled, and look at him with wide eyes. “Colson.”

He gets to his feet and paces the room like a wild animal, fury radiating off him. He tears his hands through his hair, not even caring or noticing when his hat topples to the floor. “Why can’t she just leave me the fuck alone?”

“Col,” I say quietly, but he doesn’t seem to hear me. It’s almost like he forgot I’m here. My heart beats louder and I twist my fingers nervously. I don’t like seeing him this angry. 

“Who the fuck gave her your number?” Colson snaps.

“Colson, I don’t know!” I snap back, voice high with fear, and it’s what finally breaks Colson out of his dark moment.

His face softens and he rushes to me, crouching down to be at my level. “Hey,” he says gently, cupping my face. “I’m sorry, baby.” His thumbs gently stroke back and forth over my cheeks. “I’m sorry. She gets under my skin, and I hate traitors. I hate that someone betrayed our trust and gave her your number.” 

“It’s okay,” I say weakly, but Colson shakes his head, jaw clenching.

“It’s not okay, Presley,” he says firmly. “You should never have received messages like those. I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” I scoff. “None of this is your fault.”

Colson just shakes his head and then sighs, hanging his head. His hands are hot on my shoulders and he’s shaking a little. I know losing Megan was hard, but I didn’t expect him to still harbor this much anger. Is he angry because she still affects him? Because she has my number and someone betrayed us? All of the above? My head is starting to hurt.

“I’m going to reach out to her,” Colson says, meeting my eyes. Nerves spike in me but Colson just strokes my cheek. “You have nothing to worry about. I promise. I’m going to tell her ass off and make her tell me who gave her your number.” 

“You don’t have to if it’s going to be hard talking to her again,” I say quietly. “I don’t want you to have to deal with this all over again.”

“Well, now that she brought you into it, it’s my problem all over again,” Colson says firmly. “No one messes with my girl. Goddamn condescending text messages. I can’t stand her.”

“Do you want me to respond? To ask her to leave me alone?” I ask.

Colson shakes his head. “Don’t talk to her. Block her number,” he says. “I don’t want her talking to you. She’s so toxic.”

“Okay,” I say quietly.

Colson sighs and sits beside me again, wrapping an arm around me. “I love you, Pres,” he mutters, kissing my head. “I’m sorry this is happening and I’m sorry for my reaction.”

“I understand, baby,” I say honestly. “I know this brings up old shit for you.” 

Colson’s jaw works. “I don’t miss her or this shit. Not at all,” he mutters. “I’ll take care of it, okay?”

“Okay,” I say. Colson watches me for a second and then presses his lips to mine, kissing me soft and slow. I relax in his arms and he seems to relax in mine. I trust him. He’ll figure it out. 

Colson

I feel like the worst boyfriend in the world as I drive to my destination. I made a choice today, and I hope it’s the right one.

After Megan messaged me and Presley, I waited a while to text her back. Before Presley, I would’ve reacted instantly and said a lot of things I would regret. I waited until the next morning to text her. At first, I demanded she tell me who gave her Presley’s number, and Megan, manipulative as always, told me that if I talked to her in person, she’d tell me. The catch is that Presley isn’t allowed to come with me. Knowing Pres, she’s not going to let that happen.

So I didn’t tell her.

I wipe sweat from my brow, my anxiety a heavy rock in my stomach as I drive out of the city. I’m meeting Megan at a private beach I know. It needs to be private because if anyone takes pictures of us, I’m fucked. But meeting somewhere this private makes me feel even worse about hiding this from my girlfriend. 

I’ll tell her after it’s all over. I’ll ask forgiveness rather than permission. We’ll see how that works out for me.

Megan’s already there when I pull onto the secluded dirt road. I find her car already parked, her surgically modified body propped against the hood. Her arms are crossed over her huge chest and I can tell she’s trying to look sexy. I swallow bile that’s risen in my throat.

I park and hop out of the car, ready to get this over with. “Megan,” I say, leaning against the hood of my own car and mimicking her body language.

She looks me up and down with those eyes that used to melt me. “Buddha. No hug?”

“Don’t call me that.” My voice is quiet but seething. “You lost all right to call me that when you fucked me over.”

Megan clucks her tongue and rolls her eyes, flicking her hair off her shoulder. “Oh, please. You knew what we were.”

I open my mouth to fight back but then think better of it. There’s no point fighting. We’re not here to make up. “Who gave you my girl’s number?” I ask, jumping right to the point.

Megan cocks her head to the side and pouts mockingly. “Aw, your girl. So cute.” She pushes off the car and takes a few steps closer to me. I stay exactly where I am. “We’re going to talk, and then I’ll tell you.”

“Why did you lie to Presley?” I ask. “You know I’m a good dude.”

Megan snickers. “I know. But it convinced you to talk to me, didn’t it?” she asks, looking up at me under her lashes. She’s trying to seduce me. That much is obvious. But where it used to turn me on, now it makes me slightly nauseous. I don’t know what I ever saw in her. 

“What do you want to talk about?” I ask tightly.

Megan sizes me up. Her eyes flick to mine. “Do you love her?” she asks.

I’m a little caught off guard by her question, but I clear my throat and nod. “I do.”

Some emotion flashes across Megan’s face for a split second before it’s replaced by her calm demeanor once again. “Cute.”

“What’s the point of this, Megan?” I ask, throwing up my hands in exasperation. 

Megan sniffs, and her confidence falls away. She clears her throat and glances self-consciously to the side. “I messed up,” she says finally, voice soft.

“What?” I ask, leaning forward a little.

“I messed up,” she says louder, meeting my eyes. “I was confused. I didn’t know what I wanted.” She takes a step closer and tentatively places her hands on my chest. “I know what I want now, Buddha. It’s you.”

I grab her wrists and shove her hands off of me, then move around the side of my car, putting distance between us. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I balk. “I just told you I’m in love with Presley.”

“Oh, Presley,” she says mockingly, face scrunching up in disgust. “There’s no way she measures up to me and you know it.”

“You know nothing,” I growl. “This,” I say, gesturing between the two of us, “is not happening ever again. I’m marrying Presley someday. Got that? So tell me who the fuck told you and we can end this.”

“It was her fucking brother!” Megan snaps. She doesn’t usually break. She was always cool, calm, and collected, one of her many manipulation strategies, always making me look like the crazy one when I got emotional. 

My veins turn to ice. “Cash told you?” I ask. 

Her smirk is one of satisfaction. She surprised me and she knows it. “Sure did.”

“Explain,” I say tightly.

“I told you I’d tell you who,” she says, shrugging, “not what happened.”

I stare at her for a second, shake my head and scoff, and open my door. “Bye, Megan. Don’t ever reach out to me or my girlfriend ever again.”

“You’re making a big mistake,” she says, and her voice actually wobbles. I stiffen and look over at her. Fuck. I hate making people cry. But then I look at her, really look at her, and remember the way she made me feel. I remember just how fucking low I was all because of her. 

With that, I smirk, look her up and down critically, and scoff. “Nah. You’re the one who made a mistake.” And then, I’m gone.

Taglist: @triplexdoublex @jaxbreaker @mgklove99xx @jinx-on-mars-19xx @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @missamericanaxx @anonymousme86 @whiteleoqueen @feroniakutenpuu

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

“Oh, my mom is calling.” T looked at his phone. “I guess she doesn’t think I sleep.”

“That’s because you don’t.” Taeyoung reminded him.

“Hi, Mami. Do you know what time it is over here?” T said as he answered the phone.

“Oh right. I forgot about the time zones.” Catalina facepalmed. “I’m sorry, mijo. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Well, you know how I don’t sleep. At least that’s what Taeyoung says.” Aaron nudged him. “You had a date tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I did. In fact, Megan’s here right now.” Catalina said with a big smile. “She actually asked me to call you cuz she wanted to talk.”

“Really?” Aaron grinned. “Cool, put her on.”

“Aaron, I’m gonna go put on some toner and then get rid of you.” Taeyoung said before wandering into the bathroom.

Aaron waved absentmindedly in response. “Hey, Megan. How’s it going?”

“Aaron, I need to talk to you. And forgive me for whispering, your mom has really good ears.” Megan whispered into the phone. “I wanted to ask for your permission to marry your mother.”

Aaron paused. “You what?”

“I know it’s old fashioned, but it would be a huge change for both of you. And…I really wanna marry her.” Megan admitted quietly.

“Ohmigosh, yes! I’ve been waiting for this.” Aaron’s eyes got wide. “When are you gonna do it? Tonight? Right now?”

“I don’t have a ring yet, silly.” Megan chuckled. “I wanna buy her the prettiest ring I can afford, so I’m gonna have to save up. But I wanted to give you a heads up beforehand.”

“Awww, you’re so sweet.” He sighed. “You’re gonna make the coolest step-mom. EEP!”

“Kay, I’m ready to kick you out.” Taeyoung came back into the room. “It’s late and you need a head start on falling asleep.”

“Is that the little man?” Megan asked. “I wanna talk to him, too.”

“Yeah, yeah, he’s here.” Aaron waved Taeyoung over. “It’s Megan. She wants to speak with you.”

“The hell…?” Taeyoung furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“JUST TALK TO HER!” Aaron whisper-yelled, shoving the phone to Taeyoung’s ear.

“Oh, uh, hi Megan. Aaron said you wanted to talk to me?” Taeyoung said awkwardly.

“Little man! Awesome to hear your voice.” Megan greeted him. “I was calling to ask you both for your permission to propose to Catalina. I know you’re pretty close and I wanted to include you.”

Taeyoung was quiet as he noticed the strange feeling in his chest. “Thanks for including me, Megan. I appreciate that.” He cleared his throat. “A-Anyway, you guys make a really cute couple, so you have my blessing.”

“Yes!” Megan cheered. “Oh, you guys are the best.”

“Well, if that’s all—”

“Wait, don’t hang up.” Megan ran around the apartment in search of Catalina. “I’m gonna pass the phone back to Catalina. I’m sure she wants to talk to you.”

“Right, right…” Taeyoung sat on his bed beside Aaron. “My best friend’s mom and my best friend’s mom’s girlfriend wanna talk to me.” He sighed and rested his head on Aaron’s shoulder.

Aaron looked at him. “You okay, Tae-Tae? Something you wanna talk about?”

“What? No, of course not.” Taeyoung jumped back up. “In fact, I can’t talk to you right now. Your mom’s on the phone.” He walked away awkwardly. “Hey, Catalina…”

———

I’m back! Thank you all so much for your patience🫶🏾 A month ago today, I lost someone very important to me, but after taking time just to focus on celebrating her life and visiting my qpp to unwind, I am finally ready to resume the story. Hope you’re all as excited as I am😁

[zentraex]

Chapter 1 - Bad Luck

-> Masterlist

"Isn't it obvious, that he is using you?"

The room falls suddenly eerily still, as I blurted out my remark. Huh? Didn't anybody see it, the way I did? Am I the only one with this opinion?

"What did you just say?" Megan asks, who is head over heels into her new boyfriend. "You are really thinking, I am so dumb and let somebody use me, Reader?"

Excuse me?

"I never claimed that!" I defend myself, as I can feel my body seething with dismay.

Then Jessica speaks up, who supports Megan, then Fiona and lastly, Julie. All of them are outvoting me together, and then the fight just really starts: one insult here and many evil glances there. The hangover I was looking forward, reveals itself as a disaster.

Slowly but surely, big fat water drops are blocking my view, as I get verbally beat up by my so called friends. But why exactly? I was always kind, supported them with all my might. Sure, it often looked, as if they were excluding me, but I tried so hard to be one of them! Were my efforts not enough?

"Out with you Reader! I never want to see your ugly face ever again! I tolerated you for so long, but I can't stand you anymore! GOD! I'm so sick of you!"

And then the first tear runs down my check and the next follows. My feet are moving myself out of the house ,as if on autopilot. The laugher in the house is loud and clearly to hear, even as I close the door behind me.

Why is it hurting so much!?

Why should I sit here, in front of their door, and cry in the dark? Should't I be glad? My efforts were for nothing anyway. It is finally over! Stop crying! Be strong! You are finding much better friends.

But it doesn't matter, how good these motivational words sound, that sting in my heart and that overwhelming feeling of sorrow is not stopping. Only when I hear voices of a group full of men, just a few blocks further away, everything in me halts.

My eyes widen, as I start realize how late, and how dangerous it is for me, to sit here all by myself. My heart starts to pound rapidly against my thorax, as the group of men comes into my view.

Shit!

Without a second thought: I speed walk.

Run, Reader! Run!

Mother always told me, that I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but I can't be blamed when my morals are overshadowed by my instincts! These guys behind me, are no good. I can clearly tell that by their laugher.

"Sugar! What's the rush?"

"Look! A mini rock! She shouldn't wonder, when we loose control!"

Again, laugher. Again, a step faster. Again, the voices are getting louder.

Help!

As I turn around a corner, a person comes into my field of vision: black hoodie, black sweatpants, red shoes. Should I burden them with my problems?

Yes! I need help!

Usually, I wouldn't. But as I was about to change my mind, I find myself in front of the person already, my hand on their shoulder and my words, begging for help, pour out of my mouth.

"Please help me! They're some strangers after me, and I can't get rid of them."

In the corner of my eyes are big heavy water drops, which are treating to run down my face, as I heard those guys whistle again. The person remains still, as he leads his hand to his throat and starts scratching.

"Look how you can deal with your problems alone, and don't bother others. I have enough on my mind and I couldn't care less helping a slut like you," he answers, his voice hoarse with a annoyed undertone. Then he slaps my hand away and continues walking.

And then they roll - the tears, I tried to hold back. What have I done to deserve this today?

"Please! My day is already bad enough. I will pay you back somehow! I promise!"

Then those guys are appearing behind me.

"Are you bothering other people now, doll? Come here and we promise, it will be fast," says one of them and the others laugh. A lot of them are holding empty bottles.

"And you over there, you weirdo, didn't see anything, okay?"

Totally terrified, I give the group one last look, before I gather all my energy, and sprint past the hooded person.

...

...

...

So the plan, but the stranger holds my arm firmly. His grip is strong, even though he keeps one finger in the air. When I wanted to look at him confused, I stare in blood red eyes. He wears a lot of wrinkles around them, although the right eye is decorated by a scar. His lips are cracked and dry, and have a scar on the left side as well. There is light blue hair hanging out of his hood. If he wouldn't look at me so pissed, I would think that he is beautiful. Doesn't matter, if he has some problems with skin care.

"People in groups tend to have a big mouth. But on they own, they are nothing more than stray dogs, begging for attention. Should I demonstrate you, where you really stand?" he says, as he turns his head to the group of men. "Hmm? Sounds good, don't you think?"

Now he starts grinning wickedly to himself, while the other group is cackling and giggling.

What a weird guy...

"What wants a leek like you wanna do?" the one guy asks, while holding his stomach, but it doesn't take long and his laugh turns into screaming. His whole body turns into ash.

Then everything becomes silent and all I hear is my heart, which beats vigorous in me. I am rubbing my eyes to make sure, that the stranger killed the guy with one touch. I only blinked twice and the hooded person wasn't next to me anymore, but by the group.

"Hey! Calm down, buddy! You are not the person we wanted to fuck!" another person tries to safe their situation, but turns into dust just like the other.

"Next one?", the men with his deadly quirk asks. His smirk and bloodlust soaked gaze did't leave his face a second. The group of men isn't even answering anymore and runs away.

[mariejordans]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters

i was tagged by @guillermosfamiliar ! tysm for tagging me, this was fun!!

anyways, here they are (in no particular order!)

1. MARIE MOREAU — GEN V

i’ve only had her for like three weeks, give or take, but if anything bad happened to her, i’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.

2. RORONOA ZORO — OPLA

i didn’t watch the anime, but i LOVED this live action adaptation. i loved every character in this show, and it was down to him and nami, but ultimately i went with zoro bc i just admire him so much (…also he’s really hot)

3. ANNABETH CHASE — RIORDANVERSE

i’ve been a die hard percy jackson fan for over a decade now and annabeth has always been one of my favorite characters of the entire riordanverse, if not my all-time favorite character. leah sava jeffries is gonna do SUCH an amazing job as annabeth, i already know, and i can’t wait to watch her be amazing, she’s such a star!

4. QUINN FABRAY — GLEE

quinn, one of my problematic faves, you were done so dirty by the writers of this show but you will always be loved by me!

5. YOR FORGER — SPY X FAMILY

first of all, THIS SHOW IS AMAZING! second of all, there has never been a time where i did not wish i was living the life of yor forger.

6. PEETA MELLARK — THE HUNGER GAMES

when i say i hate all men, NEVER am i ever talking about this man right here. he is the only man ever as far as i am concerned.

7. AMY SOSA — SUPERSTORE

i’ve been rewatching superstore lately so i guess it was just on my mind, but amy truly is one of my favorite sitcom leading ladies, and it helps that america ferrera is so funny and so great in this role!

8. ANNE SHIRLEY-CUTHBERT — ANNE WITH AN E

i remember when this show first came out, i had some doubts about it since i really loved the megan follows adaptation. but amybeth really sold me on this adaptation! i think she really embodies everything there is to love about anne and has now become my favorite anne!

9. HALEY JAMES-SCOTT — ONE TREE HILL

ah one tree hill, one of my favorite guilty pleasure teen dramas. it was between her and peyton for my favorite character, but in the end i went with haley, who had won me over from her very first scene.

10. KATARA — AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

katara is just a badass, plain and simple. one of the most powerful benders in the atla universe, and THE most powerful waterbender in the universe, idc what anyone says.

again, this was so fun!! i’ve never really done a tag game before, but i think this is the part where i tag some more people.

TAGGING: @jordanlihive @barhu @neshatriumphs @blackloislane

[plot-prominent-horde-squad-au]

Fleshed Out AU as Vines

Rogelio: “Dear diary, today I couldn’t find my diary, so I’m writing this on both my Kung-Fu Panda 2 DVDs.”

~~~

Rogelio: “Do you ever wanna talk about your emotions, Lonnie?”

Lonnie: “No.”

Kyle: “I do!”

Rogelio: “I know, Kyle.”

Kyle: “I’m sad.”

Rogelio: “I know, Kyle.”

~~~

Both Rogelio and Lonnie in Season 4: “I am disgusted, I am revolted, I dedicate my life to our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, and this is the thanks I get?!”

~~~

Kyle, after the end of Protocol: (Crying) “Today was a good day. Can’t wait for tomorrow-” *Starts crying harder*

~~~

Lonnie: “I eat cheerios because they’re heart health! And my heart has been severely damaged…” *Grabs camera* “So Adora, if you’re out there-”

~~~

*Someone runs up to Baby Kyle*

Baby Kyle: “Daddy?”

The person, who is a Horde Soldier: “Do I look like your da-”

~~~

Lonnie at Catra: “Let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. Alright, I’m gonna go first. I hate you.”

~~~

Catra: *Sneaks up behind Lonnie on the couch*

Catra: *Shoots a gun at the ceiling*

Lonnie: *Falls off the couch* *Turns and points at Catra, who is laughing*

Lonnie: “THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!”

~~~

Rogelio, about either Catra or Lonnie: “She’s so rude. I hate her. She’s soo ugly. But she’s my best friend.”

~~~

Papa, at Thad: “Wow, son, your whips are getting really good.”

Thad: “Thanks, Dad.”

~~~

Kyle & Lonnie: “I hate myself. Oh, I really hate myself.”

~~~

Kyle: “And just remember that no one will ever hate you more than you already hate yourself!”

~~~

Kyle, in the barracks: (Scream singing) “I never wanna dance again! Guilty feet, I got no rhythm!”

~~~

(Pre-canon) Catra: *Jumps out from behind corner to scare Kyle* “Rah!”

Kyle: “AH! Shtap! I could’ve dropped my grey bars.”

~~~

Lonnie: “Oh good, you’re not busy.”

Rogelio: (Working on his audio log) “Actually, Lonnie, I am busy.”

~~~

Rogelio, in his audio logs: (About Catra and Adora) “And they were roommates-”

Person in the future: (Watching the logs) “Oh my god, they were roommates-”

~~~

Lonnie: (Driving a truck) “Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does.”

*Crashes truck*

~~~

Lonnie: “We all die, you either kill yourself or get killed.”

Lonnie: (Dancing) “Whatcha gonna do?” (dun, du dun dun) “Whatcha gonna do?”

~~~

Rogelio or Kyle: “When there’s too much drama at school, all you gotta do is: walk a wa-ay-ay~”

~~~

Lonnie: “Hey, you doing okay?”

Rogelio: “Yeah, just lately I haven’t been able to think straight.”

Rogelio’s thoughts: “Balls. Two guys holding hands. Clay Aiken. Weener.”

~~~

Kyle: “This one’s to end war!”

Kyle: *Throws basketball* *Somehow misses basket entirely*

Kyle: :(

~~~

Someone, at Kyle: “You can’t sit with us.”

Kyle: “Actually, Megan, I can’t sit anywhere. I have-”

Kyle: *Turns to camera*

Kyle: “Full body burns.”

~~~

Lonnie: “I just love working here, we all have a lot of laughs.”

Lonnie, at Catra: “Fuck off, Catra. I’m not going to your fucking invasion.”

~~~

Thad: “Kyle! Kyle, watch the Horde soldier, dude! Watch the Horde soldier.”

Baby Kyle: *Hits the Horde soldier head on with his tiny sword.*

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Kyle: *Pours lemons into a bowl* “Well, when life gives you lemons.” (dun dun dun dun! DUN)

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Lonnie: *Drops a staff during practice*

Lonnie’s Instructor: “LONNIE!”

Lonnie: “......”

Lonnie’s Instructor: “Get it together sweetie, we have a competition this weekend.”

~~~

Lonnie & Kyle, dancing in the barracks: “I hate. My body. I hate. My body. I hate-”

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The Horde Squad at the end of season 5: “Fuck this shit, I’m out.” *Jumps into the Whispering Woods*

~~~

And of course:

Everyone in the Horde (minus Rogelio): “What the fuck is up Kyle?! No, what did you say, dude?! Step the fuck up, Kyle!”

[sidewayspeace444]

I never comment on blogs about other blogs and I’ve noticed something that has been annoying me. I get that we all have different opinions and that’s ok because that’s the real world. What I don’t get is some blogs making it their mission to go share screenshots to prove those blogs they claim to hate wrong. They lurk and then go on their own blogs to talk shit and act like they are the moral compass of the fandom because they say they accept the truth. Instead of going about their business they involve themselves and they end up looking like bullies. I would never know about anything some other blogs would say if it wasn’t for them.

The ones I noticed that just won’t do their own thing and often involve other blogs are Ginger and Capoteera or Capoterra however she spells it lol. Don’t remember her real name is it Megan but spells it differently? They only get engagement on attacking other blogs because let’s face it, no one seems to care about what else they have to say. Just seems like they need a hobby outside of Tumblr. The Megan blog always has what seems like these long dissertations acting like they know so much more because they believe it’s real but I’m like ok no need to go into that much detail cause you are trying too much. Those two really don’t have their own personalities and just go with whatever at that moment. They try to be funny and sarcastic but in reality, they aren’t and they are just bullies.

Sorry long rant but they have been insufferable lately lol. Like go outside and make some real life friends. No need to constantly be on here defending people you once said you didn’t care for but all of sudden they don’t do no wrong. And specifically Ginger, if she moved on from this fandom like she said she did, umm why the stalking of other blogs? Why make your profile picture of two people you said you don’t care about? Do some soul searching and find yourself because that ain’t making you funny, interesting or seem like you actually moved on. Maybe one day you will because right now they all seem like they are not only trying to convince us but themselves as well

Oh wow I forgot about capotera or whatever. Maybe because she’s completely irrelevant to my life, but I can’t say the same for hers? She loves to creep this blog and many others. We are probably the first thing she checks in the morning, and before she goes to bed. You know she wakes up in a cold sweat screaming “ALBA IS NOT A RACIST!”

I agree it’s so weird to me they care so much. Oh… how far along is Alba now? 8-9 months? The house sold because she’s that far along! Where’s the AD article? Enough is enough. They’re idiots and they were played as the puppets in a scheme. If they can’t see that now then they’re helpless.

[purplesimmer455]

Megan and Iseul college throwback:

Later that next day, Iseul comes over to Megan's dorm. Her eyes light up as soon as she sees Megan and she leans into kiss her but Megan stops her. "Is...I can't." Iseul's furrows her brows, touching Megan's cheek. "What happened?" She asks. "Amira came to see me, she wants to get back together." Megan says and Iseul's chest tightens. "Oh." She says softly. "I know its so sudden but its just woohoo with us right? We can always still be friends." Megan says. "Megs, it's fine. Go be with Amira." Iseul says, forcing a casual smile. "Wait, what?" Megan says. "I don't care Megs, I mean it was always just woohoo and we both knew that." She lies, and Megan's eyes flood with tears. "Wow, okay. So it meant nothing to you?" Megan says, her voice shaking. "I like you as a friend Megs, and I like woohooing with you, but nothing more.” Iseul says, forcing herself to lie again despite her earlier plans of telling Megan she’s in love with her. Megan believes the lie though, especially since she’s already conflicted about Amira and everything. “Okay, but can we still be friends, Issy?” She asks. “I don’t think your girlfriend would like that.” Iseul says lightly . “She told me she’s okay with it.” Megan says. “Just leave it alone, Megs, we should go our own ways and you can go and be with Amira.” Iseul says sharply, her eyes dark. “Fine, I will.” Megan snaps back, her voice shaking again.

Megan starts to cry and Iseul looks concerned, pulling her close. “Megs, it’s okay. Look we both knew it was just woohoo and you’d be back with Amira right?” Iseul says gently as Megan sniffles. “I want to stay friends, Megs, but I don’t know if Amira would be okay with it.” Iseul says, not adding that she doesn’t know if she could be friends with Megan and see Amira kiss and hold her, and have that look of love in her eyes as she looks at Megan, the same way Iseul realized too late she’s looking at Megan too. Megan nods, wiping her tears, and she and Iseul head out to the hallway. “Okay, I think maybe we should take a break and hopefully we can be friends after.” Megan says. “Yeah,” Iseul says, looking down as well and trying to hold back her own tears. She wants to tell Megan she loves her but now she can’t, even though it kills to her think that Megan’s in love with Amira and Amira will get to hold and kiss Megan now. “I’ll see you around Megs.” She says, smiling sadly and Megan nods, watching Iseul walk away and out of the dorm.

Megan heads back inside, closes the door, and leans back into it, feeling hollow and heartbroken. She sinks down to the floor and lets herself cry for a bit before getting up, wiping her tears and trying to pull herself together. She knows she should be happy. Now she can be with Amira, her high school sweetheart, but she can’t stop thinking of Iseul. For half a second, she thinks of rushing after Iseul and telling her she loves her. Then she stops, feeling a fresh wave of tears flood her face as she realizes Iseul doesn’t feel the same. She cries herself to sleep that night, and ignores Amira’s text to her phone asking how everything had gone.

So, this is the backstory of how Megan and Iseul ended things in both the alternate universe and the main one. In the main one, Megan married, had kids with, and later divorced Amira, met Tess Feldman-Lewis, married her and had their third kid Emily. She met Iseul again in her adult years, with the two of them being friends and both are having feelings pop up for each other again. In the alternate universe (cause I really wanted Megan and Iseul to be together), the storyline changed where before Megan made the mistake of marrying Amira, Iseul came to her and confessed her feelings and the two remained together and got married. They don’t have kids in this universe, but are very happy and might adopt a dog and cat. Honestly, I feel so bad for saying this cause I loved Tess and Megan but now I kinda want her to be with Iseul so I made the AU so it could happen. They’re just so cute together that I’m torn as heck. 🥴😅

[harry-sussex]

I haven't been following so closely, can you update me on what the deal is with Harry and Megan? Like a quick rundown please.

I’m not on my computer right now but I will absolutely give you the rundown in better detail once I get to my laptop. Basically:

2016 - meet, first date, get into a relationship

2017 - Harry writes a statement calling out the press for how they were treating Meghan, Harry and Meghan get engaged

2018-2019 - they get married in May 2018, they do the royal thing, Meghan gets pregnant in summer 2018, Archie is born in 2019

Late 2019 - they take an extended break at the end of the year and stay in Canada, not performing any royal duties

January 8, 2020 - they announce that they want a half-in, half-out approach to working for the family, splitting their time between royal work and commercial work and also between California and the UK. The world immediately loses its shit. They never told Queen Elizabeth about the statement. Shit completely hits the fan - you can’t work as a member of the royal family and have commercial, for-profit endeavors on the side. That’s just the tip of the iceberg - what an absolute shitshow.

March 2020 - they do their last royal engagement

Rest of 2020 - relatively quiet (except not really, but compared to now, they were radio silent), Meghan gets pregnant in late summer

2021 - Oprah interview (“airing their truth,” “silenced, not silent”), Lili is born

2021-present - nothing but an absolute shitshow in which they keep trying to “air their truth” with conflicting statements. Lawsuit after lawsuit after lawsuit, podcasts, memoir(s), statements, interviews, late night tv, generally digging themselves in a bigger and bigger and bigger hole by wanting to be separate from the royal family while simultaneously reaping the benefits of being associated with them. Lack of accountability. An absolute rabbit hole of paranoia, desperation, delusion. It’s as bad as it sounds, if not worse. It’s a shitshow and it only gets worse with each passing day. It’s so sad. I could give a better rundown here, but this is the gist of how it has been - they have not let it rest in more than 3 years. It only gets worse. Harry in particular has completely lost it and rock bottom doesn’t seem too far away - it gets closer and closer every day, it seems. Surviving, definitely not thriving.

I could keep going - I could write a book, tbh. But those are the highlights.

[impish-crow]

[Translation] DIG-ROCK 1st LIVE -FLASH- backstage conversations - HOUND ROAR & RUBIA Leopard

Shoma: It was so refreshing!! .....Oi megane? Shion: .....I feel sick Shoma: But you played like you were fine today! ... God,can’t be helped. Shoma: Sogo-san! I'm taking this Megane to the Aid room! Sogo: Got it! I'll clean up over here. Call me if anything happens. Shoma: Thanks! Shion: I'm sorry.... Toya: You're not going with them? Sogo: It will be alright, I have to take my drum apart too, and they getting along pretty well. Toya: I see .... Sogo: ? Sogo: What? You're in daze. Are you feel sick too? Toya: It's opposite Sogo: opposite? Toya: I could still perform. I want be on stage more. Sogo: Hee—It's rare that you're not tense after a stage. Toya: Tense... Sogo: Usually you're mumbling, 'I should have done that better', 'I should have done this'. Toya: I see..... Sogo: You're not going to say something like that today? Toya: It's not that. But reflection and regret can come later. That's what I feel now. Haiji: Umm....sorry to interrupt.. Toya: You are... Sogo: Aren't you Haiji-kun? Haiji: It's been a while Sogo-san. Sogo: Sorry, I'll hurry up and clear out. Just give me a minute. Haiji: Eh? Is just the two of you here? Toya: One member was sick and went to the first aid room. Kurono: That's seem tough. Let me help. Toya: Thankyou, but it's fine don't mind us. Kurono: As we all share the same stage, don't hold back. Mashiro: I mean, if Hauro doesn't clear out, we can't get in. Haiji: Mashiro-san! Sogo: Thanks, then, I will accept your kind offer. Mashiro: Forget about that. Just get your hands to work over there. Sogo: Ouch, Okay. Haiji: Cable over here, done! Kurono: It looks fine.  I think I can move the keyboard with this. Sogo: Oh, thank you. I'll take care of the rest. Hey, Toya. Haiji: Eh— I'll help. Toya: it's fine, your kindness is enough. Haiji: But— Toya: Now you need to concentrate on your turn. We need Rubire to be in the throne for a while longer. Mashiro: Hee— Toya: Otherwise, the impact when Hauro overtakes Rubire will be small. Mashiro: You heard that? Kurono: Well, if that's the case, then I'll stop helping you here. Haiji: I understand. . Sogo: ... I'm surprised. You're going to overtake Rubire? Seriously? Toya: You have problems with that? Sogo: No, but I don't think you'd come with something big. Toya: That's right. But, with the current Hauro I'm sure we can do it. I look forward to your performance. See you then.

Mashiro: .... what's with that confident face.. Kurono: Just get on with setting yourself up. You're late coming in the first place. Where were you and what were you doing! Mashiro: Ah .. Do you even bother to ask that?. Kurono: Ah. You went smoking again. Mashiro: I was smoking and watching for them to clear out. But they wouldn't move. Haiji: Mashiro-san, you're don't really like  Hauro member, right? Mashiro: Not really. But it's definitely the faces I don't want to see. Haiji: But I was really fired up by that exchange! Kurono: Me too. I won't give up my throne so easily. Mashiro: Well, we should make them regret they had to play against us.

[reminiscingtonight]

Would it be too much to ask for a snippet from each wip 😅

Lmao I guess not. Here are 5 snippets from my WIPs in no particular order.

You huff, not understanding why Lindsey’s making such a big deal out of all of this. “Well I like Em and it’s pretty clear she likes me too so I don’t see a problem.”

1). Emily Sonnett x Reader [Req]

Lindsey blinks. 

The corner of her mouth twitches. 

Emily stiffens next to you. You’re not doing much better, actively beginning to curl into Emily’s side, as if there’s any hope the defender can protect you from Lindsey. Lindsey is a great friend, but you can acknowledge how terrifying you find her on the regular. A pissed off Lindsey is a whole nother beast to deal with. 

Lifting her glass to her lips, Lindsey drains her wine in one sip. She reaches for the bottle again, pouring herself another healthy glass. Then, her jaw flexes. “The problem is, the two of you need to have a conversation. Preferably when I’m not around, so,” she fixes you with a stare. “Tell me about the new puppy you’ve adopted.”

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2). Leah Williamson x Reader [Req]

When a body pushes her way between the two of you, your first thought is a prayer for the poor unfortunate soul who thought they’d try their hand at preventing bloodshed. Getting between you and Daly would be as if a tiny fish got between two fighting sharks. Unfruitful. And oh so stupid. But when you catch sight of the white jersey, your next thought is that you’re ready to tear apart the English player who dared to get involved in this mess. You’re beyond ready for a fight, so if they want to make it two against one--

Your eyes meet familiar blue. 

You instantly deflate in shame.

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3). Lindsey Horan x Reader

“Did Rose tell you guys about how Wilma tried to bully my son into giving up his birthday treat?”

Your question is the match that sets the table back into motion. Rose is instantly defending her English Bulldog, lamenting over your dog’s lack of a backbone. Sam begins arguing with the midfielder, chastising her for not protecting your puppy. 

“He’s almost three. And more than triple the size of Wilma Jean. If anything, she’s the victim in all this.”

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4). Emily Sonnett x Reader

You chuckle at the bewildered tone of her voice. “Hello?” Although she can’t see you, you’re sitting up now, brushing your hair back and trying to fight back your blush at the sound of her voice. “Do you need something at,” your eyes widen when you catch sight of your clock, “3 in the morning?”

There’s a brief pause before you hear a quiet, “uh, no, not really.”

Your eyebrows furrow in concern. “Is everything okay?”

“No, yeah! Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Oookay.” A beat of silence passes. Neither of you say anything. Another beat passes. You bite the bullet. “So is there a reason you’re calling me this late at night, or?”

“I… I didn’t think you were awake. Or that you’d answer.” She sounds sheepish now.

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She should have known. Something had been off with you for years. But never would she have thought this was the reason everything was so wrong.

5). Christen Press x Reader [Req]

“You have three seconds to tell me the truth or we’re kicking you off the team.”

“No we’re not,” comes an amused voice from somewhere in the background.

Megan sighs. “No we’re not, but you have three seconds to tell me the truth or I’m going to be majorly disappointed in you.”

The corner of your lips twitch in amusement. “You should’ve just stuck to the threat of kicking me out of the team.”