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footygirl114 · 10 months

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Cuando Eramos Niños (Alexia Putellas X Reader)

SO this is going to have another part.... but it got to this point today and I wanted to post something for y'all for being so patient with me. This one is a little less flirty Alexia, but it's the build up to the second part with all the cockiness. Let me know what we think?

Sitting on the plane to participate in your first world cup for your country was a surreal feeling, it was like nothing you have felt before. Looking out the window, watching the clouds fly by you couldn’t help but take a moment to reflect on the craziness of the past year.

You had hoped to be an alternate player called in for Euros, as a left back you had a hard time finding playing time with the quality the team already had. Moving from Spain to England to play for Aston Villa, meant that you were being noticed but you had yet to make your national team debut. Watching the euros from your couch back at your mothers house in Barcelona, made your drive to play for them deeper and you wanted to push harder to get there.

When the 15 came forward you hated that they had to do it, but you knew this would be your chance and you had to take advantage of it. And you did, you played some of the best football of your career during the international breaks but also during league play. You were working harder and digging deeper than you have ever done before.

When your name was on that 30 player shortlist for the world cup you almost cried, but you still knew that you would not be here without the sacrifice of others, particular Leila who was missing out but you were taking her spot. While you were working harder, it slipped your mind that you would also be back playing with Alexia again.

What no one else on the team realised was that you and Alexia had grown up together, she was a couple of years older than you, but she was your first for everything. You knew it was just a passing thing for her as you were younger and she was popular, but you knew the feelings you had for her ran much deeper than the ones she had for you.

When she started to play more and signed her pro contract you were still in school, then your first contract came and it was on the other side of the country. You both grew apart, but you never missed her games - unless you were playing yourself. Neither of you had reached out but you watched her flourish and grow into one of the best players in the world and you kept pushing down those feelings that would bloom whenever you saw her.

When you walked into camp that first day and your eyes locked you knew you were in trouble, when all those butterflies you felt came fluttering back. You couldn’t afford to be distracted now though so you vowed to yourself that you did not need her and you would make the team and do this by yourself.

She didn’t get the message, and tried to befriend you and sit with you any chance she got, the one good thing is that she never hinted to anyone that you knew each other before. Last thing you wanted was for anyone to pick up on the massive crush you have had on her for years. When you walked out of the room that the coaches were using to deliver a players fate. You thought it was cruel but it was common in sports, you packed your bags before and when you left the room you were either heading to the team bus to continue on, or to a cab to fly home.

Alexia was the first one you had seen walking out and you couldn’t help but let out an excited squeal and when she wrapped you in her arms it felt like coming home. The whispered “I am so proud of you” and the kiss pressed to your head made the butterflies go crazy.

The following weeks of training leading up to this moment you are on the plane went by in a blur of training, meetings, and ice baths so many ice baths. The also included Alexia slowly getting more comfortable flirting with you, and she was not subtle in the way she watched you from the sidelines during drills.

It wasn’t until the captain announced that the plan was landing that you shook out of your reflection. Reminding yourself in that moment that you got here on your own through hard work and grit meant that you would not given in to Alexia, she had already made her name in the football world. This was your chance to let everyone know what you could do.

Transitioning from this plane to the final plane that would take you into New Zealand you kept repeating it in your head. Since this was a shorter plane ride it was a smaller plane, the team took up most of the plane and you settled into a window seat wanting to see the sights as you were landing. You were so deep in focus looking out the window and thinking about how you were going to get over this jet lag in order to keep playing your best. You felt someone sitting down beside you and didn’t think twice of it until you could feel someone pressing against your side, and feel their breath on your ear, you immediately know it’s Alexia.

“Anything interesting out there?” she asks quietly into your ear. You feel the butterflies start again and the goosebumps on your skin as she finishes.

“Once we move there will be” you say quietly back.

She smiles and moves her hand to your arm and she rubs it softly as she says “I am looking at the most interesting thing here.”

You feel the blush rising on your cheeks as you say quietly “Ale please.”

She chuckles and says “I missed that, I have missed you Y/N”

Before you can answer the pilot announcement about seatbelts comes on and she leans back in her seat beside you. You wait until take off is over and you are at altitude before you turn toward her and say “I mean it you cant do that to me.”

She turns her body slightly toward you in the seat and say with a smirk “I can do what ever I want Y/N.”

“Ale, please Im asking you to give me a break” you say pleadingly.

She reaches her hand out and places it on your forearm as she asks “give me a reason why not?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breathe as you tell her “I worked my ass off to get here by myself, the last thing I need is a superstar like you complicating the one chance I will have to make my dream come true.”

“complicate?” she asks softly.

You look away as you say “yes Ale, you make me feel things that throw me off my game and I need to be on my game”

She squeezes your forearm and says “Y/N you are here cause we need you here, and you earned it. I have followed your career and I wish you had better opportunities to shine. The fact you didn’t and still shined proves to me that you belong here.”

You smile softly and met her eyes as you say “thank you for that Ale”

“do you remember that party in school when you found me sitting in the treehouse?” she asks softly as she runs her fingers softly over your wrist.

“I do” you say with a question.

She continues her movement as she says “do you remember why I was in the treehouse?”

You look at her confused as you say “you needed a break from the party.”

She softly shakes her head and says “I had just found out that I would be signing my first pro contract the following week, I was freaking out about living up to their expectations.”

“You never said that” you say back.

She smiles softly and says “I didn’t need to, its like you knew what to say without needing to know what I needed to hear.” she continues stroking your wrist moving up your forearms and she asks “do you remember what you said to me?”

You shake your head and say “no but I remember thats the first time you kissed me.”

She smirks and responds “I did but only because you told me that you believed in me and that I could do anything I set my mind to if I wanted to. You also told me that you would never stop following my career even if it took me to the other side of the world, cause you wanted to be able to say I know her.”

You smile and nod whispering “I said all that?”

“You did Y/N” she smiles “I never forgot it, and always knew I was playing for you.”

“this doesn’t change anything Ale” you whisper silently.

She nods and says “I know but I wanted you to know, that you have always been the reason I kept pushing, and for me this tournament being able to play beside you is a dream come true.”

“It’s my dream too Ale, but I need to do this on my own. I got this far on my own I need to not be the player sleeping with Alexia Putellas.” you say firmly. This whole time she’s been running her fingers on your forearm, and you can feel the comfort only she can provide you.

She smiles at you and says “I can respect that but I will not change who I am Y/N, and who I am wants to flirt with you, and ever since I saw you again last month it reminded me of the feelings I had when we were younger.”

“You did?” you ask her with a surprised look.

“I did, I do Y/N.” she says.

“even more reason I cant do this right now.” you say “I need to do this for me, and keep my head clear so I can be the best player I know I can be”

She smiles and says “Okay Y/N, but I am going to prove to you that there can be an us while we both are the best players we can be.”

Before you can answer there is shouting and the team is standing and dancing in the aisles of the plane, where they drag Alexia into the foray and you are happy that you do not have to have this conversation any more. turning back to the window all you can think about is how you will get these butterflies to calm down.

You spent the next week avoiding Alexia at all costs, it wasn’t that hard since she was training away from the team. She would meet your eyes and send you a wink anytime they connected, but anytime you looked over and she washy looking at you, the anguish and pain on her face made you want to wrap her in your arms and never let go.

Walking into the ice bath room the day before your first game of the world cup you saw the back of her head, you know it's her that pink hair doings it job, she was alone in the ice bath. You pause debating on coming back later, but the flash of her pained face comes across your mind and something pushes you to enter.

“room for one more?” You ask her as you walk into the room.

She immediately turns her head and smiles softly at you, you notice it doesn’t meet her eyes. “Yeah, come in Y/N, I am almost done.”

You frown at the back of her head as she turns away from you. Placing your stuff on the bench you pull your shorts off leaving you in spandex, and your shirt off leaving you in your sports bra. Moving towards the end of her tub you slowly step in and sink down in one motion.

You wait for her to say something and when she doesn’t meet your eyes you ask her “No comment about me stripping for you?”

You can see her mouth quirk up as she says “not today.”

Frowning as she still hasn’t looked to you, you move your foot to rub softly on her calf underwater as you ask her “penny for your thoughts?”

“I’m okay” she says.

“Ale, can you look at me when you say that?” you say and keep your foot rubbing on her calf.

Again you see the corner of her mouth quirk up, and she moves her eyes up and finally meets yours. You can see the anguish in her eyes and she asks “happy?”

“not really Ale” you say, you scoot closer to her and reach out for her hand as you ask “What’s going on in that pretty pink head of yours?”

She snorts and says “Cute Y/N” and she moves to stand up as her timer beeps.

You watch eyes locked on her body and she moves out of the tub and wraps a towel around her body, when she turns back to you with a smirk and a raised eye brow you smirk back and say “thanks for the show.”

“anytime Y/N anytime” she chuckles and turns to leave. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the tub. You wait till the door closes and when it never does you peak one eye open and see her standing there with her back to you. Closing your eye again you wait it out. “I hate this Y/N, I hate not playing. I was just told I probably won’t get many minutes tomorrow and it pisses me off that they pushed my body too much and now I might pay for it.”

You sit up and turn towards her still in the tub as you say “Alexia, thats not your fault.”

She spins towards you and says “It is my fault Y/N, I am supposed to be the leader of this team, but I cant if I cant play. I should be the one helping us to win this thing, instead I am taking a spot from someone with a working fucking knee.” When she finishes you can see the weight lift off her shoulders as she gets that out.

You get up and step out of the tub grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you. You move right in front of her and place your hands on her upper arms forcing her to look at you as you say “Every single one of us wants you here, no needs you here. You are a leader even when you aren’t on the field Ale. Don’t think I haven’t heard every one of your Barca teammates talk about your champion league half time talk. You are here to lead us to victory Ale.”

She softens and meets your eyes and says “what if I cant play Y/N?”

“Then you yell and scream and lead us from the bench Ale. Just having you with us makes us all better.” you say and move your hands down to grab her’s. “Remember when I broke my ankle and thought I would never play again?” she nods and you continue “and you told me that you would cut your ankle off and give it to me if it meant me smiling again?”

She chuckles and says “I did say that”

“I would do the same with my knee in a heartbeat Ale, every single one of us would. What i am trying to say is what you said to me a long time ago; That we need to fight through the hard times to get to the good times. You motivated me to be the bench player that my team needed, to be the strength when they lost there’s.”

She smiles with watery eyes as she says “who knew I was so wise”

“I did” you respond softly.

You watch as she inches closer to you and her eyes move down to your lips, you know you should pull away but right now you can tell she needs the closeness. Before your lips can touch your timer to get out of the ice bath dings and you pull back startled.

You hear her chuckle behind you as she says “thank you Y/N”

“anytime Ale and for the record I am going to be playing for you when you can’t” you say with a smile.

“then I’ll be the strength you need me to be Y/N” she smiles and you can hear movement down the hall as you smile and she says “we should go.”

Nodding you follow her out of the room. Your mind and heart is racing and you cant help but think you aren’t going to survive the whole tournament if she keeps this up.

When you get the nod on the starting 11 the following morning, you almost don’t believe it. But when you are lined up in the hallway waiting to walk out in your first world cup it finally hits you. When you are lined up for the anthems and you meet Alexia’s eyes, who’s dressed and ready to subbed on the bench, you feel a calm you didn’t know you needed.

3-0 up in the 70th minute you glance towards the sub board and see Alexia’s number, that is the moment that this game feels surreal to you. This was what you dreamed of when you were younger, you and Alexia playing together for Spain on the worlds stage.

She comes in and as the other subs are made, she looks towards you and smiles with a wink and you can feel the excitement build in your stomach, and this time you aren’t afraid of the butterflies, this time you use them.

The connection you and Alexia have lead to a goal, you make the run down the wing, she just knows you will be there. And when you cut it back you can see exactly where she will be and you lay it off perfectly to her at the top of the box, one touch and she’s placed it in the top corner.

She takes off running towards you and when she jumps up in your arms you know this feeling is one you want to keep feeling.

Once the final whistle blows and you have shaken the other teams hands, you feel Alexia come up behind you and place an arm over you shoulder. You lean into her and feel her whisper “Unreal game Y/N, you are unreal.”

You can feel the blush, but luckily you are still red from running as you say “Ale that shot was unreal.”

“only cause you set me up on a platter babe” she says with a wink as she pulls away to jog over to another player.

Standing there with a blush on your cheeks it takes you a moment to look around and take it all in. Knowing you have worked this hard to get to this moment was an overwhelming feeling, but you wanted to keep working hard and win this thing.

#woso imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas #espwnt x reader

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Running out of Time (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

Warnings: none

A/N: Based of a request:

Prompt: after coming back from injury, reader isn’t being played at Chelsea. So, Jessie comforts her and helps her get to her best again to be played. Btw, i absolutely love Emma Hayes, but for the sake of this story I had to write her out as being the bad guy.

It had been two months since you came back from a broken leg. You had worked your ass off to get back on the field. But in the two months since you came back, you were riding the bench. You had been subbed on most games, but you weren’t performing how you wanted too. This caught up to you during one game against Aston Villa.

Chelsea was winning 3-0 in the 75th minute, so Emma decided to sub off Erin for next weeks important London derby vs Arsenal. You came on to the loud cheers of the blues at Kingsmeadow. The fans loved you, you were sweet, ballsy, talented, and they were unhappy with Emma for not playing you. If the lineup was decided by popularity, you would start every game. But football wasn’t a popularity contest.

You played fine. Made good plays that sadly led to nothing, shot the ball wide, over, and once off the crossbar.

In the 89th minute, you were making a perfect run, but Rachel Daly clipped your ankles just outside the box, playing it off as being the ball. The referee was oblivious.

You fell to the ground, staying down a bit. Not in physical pain, no, all your pain was mental. You stood up, tears filling your eyes as you tried to stay strong. Guro tapped you on the back, seeing your pain and telling you to keep her head high. You briefly caught the eye of Jessie Fleming, who had been subbed off just under four minutes ago.

The final whistle blew a minute later, no extra time needed. You crouched down to the ground, finally letting out the tears you were holding in. You were so tired. So tired of trying so hard to channel the pre-injury you, but you couldn’t. You leaned on your hands, sobbing quietly. You felt people surround you, your team as well as opponents.

You weren’t down long, standing up a minute later and wiping your eyes with your shirt. You pulled the blue jersey you were so proud to wear and covered your face with it. Feeling a few people patting your back and congratulating you. The only voice that pulled you out of your internal misery, was the one of Jessie Fleming.

You had something going on between you, but you were both shy, busy, and blooming young players who weren’t preoccupied about relationships at the moment.

"I know that you don’t want to hear how good you did so just wipe your tears and come here." Jessie said to you softly, you looked at her slowly, your cheeks wet with tears. She took the sleeve of her puffy coat and wiped it over your cheeks, proceeding by bringing you into a hug.

Emma tried to come over, but Jessie waved her off gently.

Eventually, you all made it into the changing room where the team was buzzing about the win. You weren’t. You felt numb as you sat at your cubby. Exasperated.

Magda was giving a speech, hyping up the girls for their amazing performances, but you couldn’t listen. You got up quickly, a few people looking at you because of your sudden movement.

You rushed past Magda, tears welling again. "Keep going. Sorry." You mumbled to her softly.

You hurried out the room and back onto the pitch, making sure everyone was gone before entering the actual field. Everyone was, and you kept your walk focused on entering the middle of the pitch. Once there, you sat down on the ground and stared up at the night sky. You then laid down, feeling the wet grass on your back. Flipping over onto your stomach, and burying your face into the ground, you let out a scream.

"Y/n…?" A small voice said, causing you to swiftly flip back onto your back and stare up at the person. "Jessie. Shit you scared me." You told her, putting your arms above your head and interlocking your fingers.

"I scared you? You scared me. What’s going on? I mean. I think I know but… i want to hear you say it." Jessie said to you, lying down beside you.

You thought for a second, wondering if you wanted to confide in the freckled canadian. You knew your voice would break the second you started talking. But you spoke up anyways.

"Jessie… i’m so tired. I’m tired of staying thirty minutes after training and eating extra healthy, and putting in extra shifts at the weight room. I’m tired of working my ass off just to be put on that field late, and to have my confidence trampled by Emma." You said, your voice was shaky, and tear filled.

"Y/n… you are an incredibly talented player who has an incredibly shitty thing happen to them. And now you’re having trouble finding your footing. It happens. And honestly, Emma should be playing you. It’s bullshit. But you have to keep pushing." Jessie told you, turning to her side and propping herself up on her forearm to look at you.

You felt her eyes on you, you liked her eyes on you. She reached over and softly wiped a piece of grass from your forehead, your touch sent shivers down your spine.

"I’ve gotten contract offers from Manchester United and Manchester City. They guarantee me as a starter." You said softly. Your voice shaky, now from the contact Jessie had with your skin more than anything. "You don’t want that, do you?" Jessie said confidently.

You turned your head to look at her, looking from her eyes, to her lips, and back again.

"Your right. I don’t want that. I want to be at Chelsea, with you." You told her, eye contact never breaking. You left Jessie no time to answer. Quickly, you had flipped yourself on top of her, using the weight of your body to push her into the grass. You looked at each other for a few seconds until Jessie craned her neck to kiss you.

You made out for minutes, stopping ever so often to breathe, but mostly, you were attacking each others lips, and exploring each bothers bodies.

"Uhm… guys?" A voice said, a voice that wasn’t yours or Jessie.

You quickly jumped off of Jessie, launching yourself away from her and then wiping down your kit. Jessie did the same, standing awkwardly behind you. "Sorry… it’s just… the bus is leaving soon. Like, now actually." Magda said.

"Uh- yeah, we- okay let’s go." You said swiftly, walking quickly towards Magda. When you reached her, she slung an arm around you. "Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone." Magda said. "You won’t tell anyone other than P," you corrected her. "Yeah." She winked.

A week later.

Every day since yours and Jessie’s on field moment, you had been slipping each other fleeted touches and looks, and Jessie, all though she wouldn’t say it, had taken it upon herself to get you back to your starting 11 position. She stayed with you after training, ate the same things you did, and was always cheering you on loudly at practice.

And it was paying off. You were scoring like crazy in practice, defending and making perfectly timed tackles all the time. You were playing like you did before your injury. So when the week of the game against Arsenal came, and Emma announced the starting lineup. You felt like crying all over again. You were riding the bench once more.

When Emma told the team the lineup, you could visibly see the looks of shock on their face, everyone had noticed your efforts in training, and how strong you were being.

Amongst the shocked faces, one stood out. Jessie’s face was not painted with the same shock as her teammates, it was painted with anger. She was starting the game, having been starting a lot due to Pernille’s injury.

"Okay, let’s get em girls!" Emma said, clapping her hands together and walking out the field.

You, along with the other people riding the bench walked out first to claps from the field, and you even heard a few confused murmurs from the Arsenal bench. They were expecting you to start, having seen your performance in training from Chelsea’s training clips.

The game started, and right away the pressure was insane from both sides. Every single time Sam or Lauren managed to get into the box, it was as though Leah Williamson appeared out of nowhere to take the ball. And every time Katie Mccabe or Stina Blackstinius got close to the net, Magda or Kadeisha would come in with a perfect tackle.

It was only the 11th minute of the game when Fran went down in the midfield after a rather tough tackle from Katie, earning the gunners a yellow. Fran was holding her ankle, not looking as though she was getting any better as the medics examined her.

"Y/n!" Emma’s voice called over. You stood up quickly, your shin pads were on, your cleats were tied, your hair was done, you were ready to go. "How do you feel about playing attacking midfielder?" She asked, putting her arm around your shoulder and looking at you. "I feel great about it. Put me on." You told her.

It was true, you were a defensive mid, and preferred it, but at this point, you just needed game time and an opportunity to prove yourself. So, the fourth official held up his panel where your number 18 in green was displayed in green, and Fran’s number 14 in red. You ran onto the field the second Fran was off, giving her a little tap on the back. The blues close to you high fived you and you set yourself up in the outside of the box for the free kick.

Kadeisha and Magda were standing over the ball, deciding who to take it. Eventually, Kadeisha walked over to it, acting as though she was going to adjust the ball, giving Magda the perfect opportunity to kick it into the box. You saw the ball come to you, it went just over your head. You dove sideways, your head connecting with the ball before you fell to the ground.

Kingsmeadow erupted in cheers. You stood up swiftly, running to the corner and sliding on your knees, soon tackled by Sam, Magda, Keish, Lauren, Millie and Jessie. "That’s our girl!" Millie yelled, hugging you.

You laughed of joy as you ran back to your half.

The first half ended 1-0, but you were thirsty for more. In the 60th minute, Jessie sent Sam the most beautiful ball through. It split Leah Williamson and Rafaelle Souza, giving the striker the perfect opportunity to turn on her jets. Sam got to the ball, Lauren and Guro running down both her wings, you running behind her. Sam was running out of time and shot the ball just outside of the box.

It hit the post and went bouncing back out onto the field, right where you were. You don’t know what came over you, but you dove head first into the ball, sending it into the back of the net.

Sam rushed over to you, helping you up and spinning you around. Your team celebrated with you, and when everyone was breaking apart, Jessie whispered to you "that’ll show Emma."

90th minute anxiety was creeping up the backs of the gunners. But you were calm and collected. That is, until Steph lost her temper in the Arsenals box and sent Jessie flying forward with a push in the back. "Hey! What the hell!?" You yelled, leaving your spot and rushing over to Jessie who was getting up. "Y/n don’t argue." Jessie said, getting up. "Why the hell not?"

And then you noticed that the stadium was cheering, and that the referee was pointing towards the penalty area. The team in red tried to argue, but it was no use.

"Get your hat trick, y/n." Jessie said, handing you the ball.

Guro usually took pens, it was her speciality. You looked over at her, but she nodded to you. You placed the ball on the spot, took a deep breath and waited for the whistle.

When it blew, you ran to the ball slowly, faked left, and shot it in a panenka right down the middle.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #chelsea fcw #woso #canwnt #jessie fleming #arsenal fcw #katie mccabe #leah williamson #sam kerr

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lesharl-eclair · 7 months

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simi fic recs pt. 1

um i wrote half of this at 2am so.. any errors mine ::::) heed the tags etc etc i think this doesnt; need to be saisd

all fics below the cut; if you enjoyed these fics, please show the authors comment and kudo love; should you be the author of a fic that's here, and don't want to be here, please reach out to me and your wish is my command :)

individual fics first as always!

maybe just a little by neonbreadsticks (G, 4.1k)

Kimi doesn’t remember much these days. Only the soft glow of the sunlight through the beige curtains, and the smell of the flowers in the garden before they bloom. The sound of a beat-up Aston Martin idling in his driveway and his dustless shelves in his living room. The curve of Seb’s lips, pulled back against his cheeks, the crows feet that only appear when he laughs at things beyond Kimi’s level of understanding. Kimi doesn’t remember much these days, but he remembers enough.

ok fr i cried (and proceeded to write this)

this is one of my all-time favourite simi fics because of how beautiful it is - their story isn't over-embellished, it's just given a lot of space to shine. there's a certain heartache that comes w/ the added complication of ferrari & discarding of naivete & us vs the world levels of heroic framing & the idea that seb isn't ok but kimi's there that makes the fic really bring on the waterworks for me.

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to survive the tides by @shih-coulda-had-it (T, 4.6k)

The surge of want nearly overwhelmed Sebastian’s impulse control, sorely tested since the beginning of their partnership in Ferrari, and now so worn and tattered that Sebastian almost said, ‘Yes, go ahead, take whatever you want, I will give it to you.’ Sebastian Vettel attends the 2018 FIA Prize Giving.

OH MY GOD i spent an embarrasingly long time making sure it was actually your tumblr hehehaha.

something really special about the way you wrote the interactions. everything is incredibly true to life (warily impressed at the amount of research you must have done)

there's a sense of restrained tension slash want slash bittersweet something that runs through this entire thing. am very compelled. every time i reread this it's a different experience.

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to the finnish line by @rosyjuly (E, 3.2k)

"It’s the perfect car to have some fun. Might even take the roof down.” They do. They also take Charles back to their hotel room.

can i just say i let out a very embarrassing noise when i realised who the author was on tumblr like oh my GOD. OH my goddd

SIMI DOMESTICITY SHINING THROUGH??? as unlikely as it seems in such a fic. inside jokes. the very questionable power dynamics lol. seriously torn about how to feel for charles. very brilliant unexpected characterisation.

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what a thing to choose by @thereisstillalifetolive (E, 2/2, 10.1k)

If someone had asked Kimi what he thought about Seb’s acting ability prior to this he would’ve laughed in their face, Iceman or not. Because while Seb’s ability to talk circles around a question he doesn’t want to answer is unparalleled, a reasonably trained goldfish could discern how he feels about it. Except. Right now, Kimi’s not entirely certain what year he’s actually in.

still don't know how to talk about this fic coherently it was one of the holyshit moments for me

there are still some tiny sweet moments that shine through. amidst all the Stuff going on. and the vulnerability becomes all the more devastating. like yes this is ageplay this is performance (to some extent) but it's also very real. characterisation is breathtaking, sex speaks for itself, possessive kimi + desperate seb is hmmmmhmmhm. rearranging my brain.

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thanks for reading, etc. there's loooots more simi fic recs coming your way if i can be bothered

as always, if you enjoyed this, or if i missed any fic, please let me know :) drop me an ask for any ship if you're dying to see something!

#thanks for the wait #f1 #formula 1 #claire's fic recs #kimi räikkonën #sebastian vettel #simi #charles leclerc

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bluelead35 · 1 year

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the wind, the mountains, and the sea (zhongli.)

zhongli x gn!reader who is part of the liyue qixing and has an anemo vision.

fluff, sfw, and domestic sweetness. (also posted on a03)

words: 1k

synposis: history is all too easily forgotten, and it is up to storytellers to tell the youth of liyue, but also sometimes, retired archons need reminders.

“As the night takes its final bow, listen to the wind and how it sings to the sea.” A voice spoke softly, as their hands were placed carefully and comfortably in their lap, as they sat with their knees together and legs folded. Bright young eyes stared at them, as they watched their every move. They spoke with a soft voice, and gently smiled at the children gathered around the harbor. Their parents had let them run off for the night in harbor, knowing that they’d entrusted the Qixing, and their commander. The commander was a storyteller just as they were concerned with the matters of the milieth.

The softness of the wind swirling through the crowds, as the commander told the youth of Liyue past stories of legends that their parents had already known. Their eyes sparkled just like the stars within the night, as they began their last story of the night.

“The sea of blue flowers would always giggle and dance to the wind’s song. The wind would arrive everyday at sunrise and sunset to entertain these flowers. But of course, the mountains grew jealous of the wind. You see the mountains could not sing like the wind, and the mountains weren’t as carefree, but the mountains had deeply fallen in love with the flowers.”

“But the wind represents bards, right? How could the mountains compete with it??” A young child shouted out, as the commander raised her hand to mouth before laughing softly. They smiled at the children, and adjusted their sitting position to continue.

“Well you see the wind was always carefree. The wind did not have a place to call home, as it would always wander everywhere, but stuck in the same cycle. The wind wanted to win the flowers’ admiration to grant a blessing of freedom, something both the mountains and the wind wanted.” They explained, as the child widened their eyes and exclaimed.

Just as the child was about to speak once more, a figure stepped behind the storyteller, and pressed a finger to his lips. His golden eyes reminded the children of a tale the storyteller told earlier that night about how the archon of liyue still lives with us and as one of us. His long brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and his suit was neutral tones, with blacks and browns, complimenting the commander’s choice of attire. His hands were concealed with black gloves and rings adorning his thumbs.

The commander pretended not to sense a new presence with the crowd, they continued with their story, this time, getting into the storyteller role.

“You see children, the mountains were constant. The wind blew only when happiness and peace was at its peak and longed to be free to blow anytime and the flowers were able to grant that wish, and through song those flowers would bloom blessings, but the mountains did something, that no one would have expected. Not even the heavens.” “Or Lady Ningguang??” “Even her Tiansheng.”

“As the mountains gathered up its friends, the adepti, our little friends I’ve told you about before, the mountains began to practice singing. The adepti were shocked at this, as Cloud Retainer and Mountain Shaper flapped their wings in shock. Moon Carver stomped his hooves in absolute astonment, and because of this beautiful sound that was produced. Even so that the wind was taken aback. You see the wind tell the mountains, “My, trying to steal my spot are you? Listen, I want the sea of flowers to grant me the blessing of freedom.” The wind exclaimed, as the mountains roared, “Well I’d like freedom too, but most importantly, I want them to release in my presence.”’

“To this, the flowers interrupted, ‘Why do you fight? You two can produce a wonderful song together, then I will see if I will grant you the wishes.’ and so the two quickly stopped their fighting and began to sing.” The commander began to sing a tune that almost brought tears to his eyes, and the children to sleep. They took notice of their growing tired selfs as the parents came to collect them.

“And so with this tune, the flowers granted the wind to blow whenever it wanted, and the mountains their love. The end.”

The parents chuckled at their children smiling and waving bye sleepily. The commander waved bye to them, as they got to up greet the figure. They folded their arms, an anemo vision dangling at their hip. They raised their eyebrows, and tapped their fingers on their forearm.

“Well you are quite the storyteller.” He chuckled, offering them his coat, as they smiled, and wrapped it around their shoulders. The seabreeze danced in between them, as the two began to stroll around Liyue. Despite it being late at night, lights were still on, but people had retired for the night. They sighed, listening to the wind softly, as they met eye contact.

“I try to be, Mr. Zhongli. All too easily history will be forgotten, and these children won’t have anything to pass down to theirs.” They explained, “And besides, you need reminders once in a while, don’t you?” They teased, bumping their shoulder into his.

“Well yes, but I don’t technically recall my friend Barbatos caring too much about Guizhong.” Zhongli explained, as the commander sighed.

“It’s to keep the children engaged and to teach them about how glaze lilies respond to song.” They chuckled, their hands finding each other all too naturally. Zhongli stopped in his tracks to look at the commander who caught off guard.

“But you do tell a good story. I’m sure Guizhong would be glad to know, I finally settled for the wind after her passing. She always told me how the mountains and the wind were perfect together.” Zhongli explained, as he began to lean in.

They laughed, throwing their arms around his neck, as a golden hue began to rise above the city, their faces shining like gold, “It’s because you two that her favorite song was born, so I wouldn’t blame her.” They closed the distance.

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cozyaliensuperstar7 · 3 months

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One Love 🇯🇲

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Michael Gandolfini as Howard Bloom

Nadine Marshall as Cedella Malcolm

#kingsley ben adir #lashana lynch #one love #bob marley

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froggidude · 2 years

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Cozy Kawaii Streamer's Apartment

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alto-tenure · 1 year

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Please explain what goes on in the JP-exclusive novels

I'm not going to put any major spoilers in these, but I am including links so you can read them yourself if you'd like! The translations can be a little bit janky but they're all comprehensible. The worst part is just that the plot of Illusory Forest is seriously confusing, especially the ending.

Phantom Deity (read here)

This one is the easiest to explain, yippee! Taking place sometime before Miracle Mask (around the LS-ED era, based on Luke's outfit in the cover), this one takes place in London, and features a thief known as the Phantom Deity. Oh boy, I can tell I'm going to have trouble with my i-before-e's here.

This thief steals several artifacts over the course of the work, most of which are connected to royalty in some way, with one specific king being name-dropped a lot. Descole is disguised as someone on the investigative team, which gets revealed. There's a final confrontation where the thief is exposed, sad backstory included.

Illusory Forest (read here)

Brides are getting kidnapped from a church and brought to the forest. Luke, Layton, and Emmy investigate! Takes place sometime around the time of Miracle Mask, since in the cover Luke is wearing his vest. During the investigation, they stage a wedding to get Emmy kidnapped, at which point they figure out the real pattern behind the kidnappings, and go after her into the titular forest, following a clue that Emmy left for them. Eventually, they stumble upon a village inside the forest. The POV is split between Luke and Emmy so that they can show Emmy's experiences while she was kidnapped, staying with the village's prince, a man named Aston Bloom. (No relation to Detective Leonard Bloom, as far as we're aware.) Layton and Luke figure out what's up with the forest, find Emmy, expose Descole, and there's a little bit of tragedy.

Wandering Castle (read here)

This one is set sometime between Diabolical Box and Unwound Future, since the Molentary Express is in it, among other things. The problem is that Flora is conspicuously absent, goddamn it :(

Anyways, the story begins with Luke seeing the titular wandering castle. This leads to Luke telling the Professor about it, who says that Dr. Schrader had written to him about something similar, saying that someone had also spotted the wandering castle on the Molentary Express! The castle also contains a Macguffin known as the Book of the Black Curse. This book tries to connect things to Celtic legend, which I am not an authority on, so I don't know if they pulled it off well, but they're the ancient civilization involved here. As they're about to set out, they encounter an old friend of the Professor's, a man by the name of Jeremy Campbell. He's a physicist. The three of them end up traveling together, since they're all going to the same place -- Jeremy's family hometown, Glenstowe. They uncover the secret of the wandering castle fairly quickly, but there's more still to uncover -- the wandering castle was based on a real castle. Family drama, scientific inaccuracy, and fighting over the Book of the Black Curse ensues.

#professor layton #long post #answered ask #artidoesthings #i was drafting this post as the news came out about the new game #in between studying for my animal science test #honestly it kinda feels like in the first two descole is just there because he's descole and he needs to show up #he doesn't really...do anything #resource

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mxmspeedster · 8 months

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f1 wedding

i really couldn't tell you what happened, i made it at 6 am

who is getting married? Lance stroll and daniel ricciardo I thought it would be funny. It’s not. This took too long and way too much effort.

couple’s attire? Daniel would were a tan suit and lance would wear a green one. i thought it was fitting five hours ago.

who walks them down the isle? Daniel and Chloe would bribe scotty into walking lance down the aisle by letting him make a cringy speech at the reception. (he’d do it anyways, he just wanted to see what he could get out of it)

best man/maid of honour? Daniel’s best man would be max and lance’s best man would be esteban. I have a plan with this, stay with me. (i do not actually have a plan)

rest of wedding party? Lando would be the flower boy. Argue with the wall. Mick would be the ringbearer. I’d imagine the wedding party itself would be small, maybe only 10 people. Fernando and checo would also be in it, not sure where, but they would. And pierre, i’m not sure how i almost forgot him in the list. The rest would be family.

wedding party attire? Tan suits, with little suspenders?!?! (i still stand by this)

Engagement? It was a whole ordeal. Most people would think daniel would be the one to propose, but they’re wrong. It would be lance. He’d plan a nice dinner in spain on the summer break, they’d get all dressed up and go. Then, they’d go for a walk along the pier at sunset, lance would get down on one knee, and this is where you’d think he’d propose but wrong, he just ties his shoes. Daniel would spend all night wondering when lance will ask but it never comes.

In truth, lance got scared to ask because there were a lot of people around and he wasn’t sure if daniel would feel pressured into saying yes if everyone was watching.

Just as daniel accepts that it’s not happening that night, thye go back to their hotel room and the view from the windows is so nice, daniel goes and stands in front of them to look at it. Lance decides he’d do it right there, daniel framed by the stars was prettier than any sunset that lance had ever seen. He got down on one knee and when daniel turned around to grab his camera, lance just skipped the whole four minute long speech he spent a month memorizing and just asked the question. Of couse daniel said yes.

And do not think for one moment they didn’t fight about who’s last name they’d take.

guest count? 400, Not too big, not too small. Daniel is a social creature so most of rbr is there, that’s 150 accounted for. Lance would also have a lot of aston martin employees there, so thats another 100 and the rest are family and friends and we can’t forget the drivers.

guest attire? All black. It’s classy, takes out the stress of finding something to wear, everyone looks good in black.

Budget? Lance is on a mission to out do chloe here, just know they went over by quite a bit. Daniel was happy to just pay for what ever it was that lance desired, regardless of their budget that they probably didn’t need to set in the first place.

Venue? They get married by a lake in france, and the reception happens at a nice hotel. It's spring so everything is in full bloom, it’s such a whimsical place. (i had an image pick out but i can't upload it rn)

destination wedding/place? They have their wedding in france because monaco doesn’t have gay marriage laws, but their reception happens at a nice hotel in monaco.

time of day? Sunset. They get married as the sun sets, because that's when lance was going to propose.

who officiates it? Christian does it and spends the whole time trying not to cry. He’s so proud of his daniel.

Rings? Simple gold bands with their numbers engraved on the inside. It’s cute and subtle and doesn’t get in the way of work.

First look? The first look happens in a private moment at the hotel they’re getting ready at. It was just meant to be a little “first touch” where they held hands and read love letters to each other around the corner, but they ended up doing it face to face.

playlist?

Flowers? Lance goes wild on the flowers, he spent months picking them all out. He gets his bouquet preserved and they frame it on the wall in their bedroom. (again, i had pictures, wtf tumblr)

first dance? They have it in private, no cameras, no guests, no wedding party. Just them. They had practiced when they couldn’t sleep leading up to the wedding and even after, they still do it in their living room with no music.

Cake? They have a small cake that they cut and shared between the two of them. The guest’s had sheet cakes with three different flavors for options.

getaway car? An Aston Martin, they sat in the back seat and laughed the entire ride from the event to the reception.

Honeymoon? They go to paris for a month in the summer break. Just them in a little loft together.

#lance stroll #daniel ricciardo #f1 #neewm #Spotify

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the-river-of-light · 1 year

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so I read some translations of the PL Japanese-only books. they were pretty good. I still don't understand half of what happened in Illusory Forest tho

#professor layton #lacy rolland #racy loran #aston bloom #sania cornell #jeremy campbell #emmy altava #lorraine mills #unlike the phantom deity and illusory forest characters the ones from wandering castle don't have official art #i'm actually just over halfway through wandering castle so. yeah

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suzetteshea · 1 month

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In Full Bloom

Louis Aston Knight, (French, 1873 - 1948)

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frenchiefitzhere · 2 years

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Frenchie’s Imperium Lasko Headcanons, part 1

In case you haven't heard, I am the reigning queen of the President Moore simps. And these are their stories /ref Appearance Height: 6’2”-6’3” Hair Color: Blond or sandy brown Length: Respectable and professional, but fun to ruffle your fingers through Eye color: Dark brown, almost black Tattoo: photo-realistic single feather in black ink on right side of his chest Wardrobe: Glasses: Designer half-moon readers. He owns these in several metals. Suits: This man owns more suits than Barney Stinson. He is always impeccably dressed. He knows how to dress for his height. Everything is slim cut. Suits are all classic colors, but he likes to play around with different color shirts and ties and pocket squares. Yes. Pocket squares. Everything is made of premium natural fibers: silks, linens, wool, etc

n.b. Lasko goes to the same shop as James.

Shoes: For work, Lasko almost exclusively wears Oxfords. When relaxing at home, he’ll wear loafers, but only those made from fine Italian or Moroccan leather.

He can occasionally be spotted wearing a black fleece or windbreaker with the academy logo on it. That’s the only time he’d be caught dead wearing athletic gear outside in public.

This image of Orlando Bloom checks out:

But also…Sebastian Stan??? (yessir)

Office and Living Space Office:

Lasko’s office is chock-full of antiques that he chose to complement the old world carved walnut details on the ceiling, wainscoting, French doors, and built-in bookshelves. The office is longer than it is wide, with his desk on the side nearest the three tall windows. The windows have green velvet curtains. Lasko’s desk is immense and heavy, also carved wood, with a green blotter on top. He fully takes advantage of the Bond-villain swivel chair image. There are two shorter, green leather chairs in front of his desk for guests.

At the midpoint of the office, there is a reading alcove set into the bookshelves. There are a few wingback chairs, a coffee table, and a sofa positioned around a small wood-burning stove. Also at the midpoint is a full-length oval mirror beside a valet stand where he often parks his jacket while he’s working.

Inspiration for Lasko’s presidential office (Algonquin Club in Boston):

At the far end of the office (farthest from the window), there is a severe-looking rectangular conference table.

Per @teafairywithabook: Lasko’s office also has a full residential suite attached in similar decor. Apartment: Lasko owns a penthouse condo in downtown Dahlia. Where his office is classic Old World refinement, his apartment is severe, spartan modernity. Black and white, clean lines, minimalist design. (Think Kingpin’s place in the Daredevil series.)

Country house: Of course he has one. On a fucking vineyard. Spanish tiles on the roof. All that shit. A Mediterranean-ass mansion that looks like it was plucked right out of the south of France. (Addition from @teafairywithabook: Country house has stables. Because Lasko in riding boots etc. Yes please.) Personal Life, Possessions, Preferences

Personal taste: On the whole, Lasko likes imports and prefers the finest and most expensive of everything.

MF-er always has a mirror accessible. He is vain as shit.

Karaoke jam: King of the Clouds (Panic! At the Disco)

Car: Aston Martin DB11 in China Gray

Season ticket holder to Dahlia Civic Opera (box seats). Often trades these out for political favors.

#redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #redacted imperium #redacted lasko #president moore #imperium lasko #my beloved #i love him so much #my skrunkle

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patchesjam · 1 year

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YOU MET ORLANDO BLOOM? AND MULTIPLE TIMES TOO??? OMG OMGOMG

yeah! without trying to doxx myself he visits my area quite a bit, i've also served Mary Berry (GBBO), Jeremy Irons and Katy Perry too (i actually knew she was pregnant before the public lol)

one of the times OB called up the pub to book a table, said he didnt want to be noticed or have a fuss made of him then pulled up in a convertible aston martin with his top off lmaoooo he has not mastered subtlety yet

#ask tag

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grandstationwolverhampton · 5 months

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Birmingham Bliss: Unveiling the Top 5 Wedding Venues in the City

Introduction:

Birmingham, a city known for its vibrant energy, cultural diversity, and modern sophistication, provides an exciting canvas for couples seeking the perfect wedding venue. In this detailed guide, we will explore the top 5 wedding venues in Birmingham, each offering a unique blend of charm, elegance, and contemporary flair. From historic landmarks to chic urban spaces, these Birmingham wedding venues set the stage for couples to celebrate their love in the heart of this dynamic city.

The Old Library: A Historic Gem in the City Center

Nestled in the heart of Birmingham's city center, The Old Library stands as a historic gem that seamlessly combines the city's rich past with contemporary elegance. This Grade II-listed building, dating back to 1866, has been meticulously restored to provide a unique and stylish venue for weddings. The Old Library's commitment to preserving its historic features, including stunning stained glass windows and intricate architectural details, ensures a wedding experience that is both charming and timeless.

Choosing The Old Library for a Birmingham wedding provides couples with the benefit of hosting their celebration in a venue that blends history with modern sophistication. The central location adds convenience for guests, and the historic charm creates a memorable backdrop for couples to exchange vows.

Birmingham Botanical Gardens: Nature's Elegance in Edgbaston

For couples seeking a wedding venue that harmoniously blends nature's beauty with refined elegance, the Birmingham Botanical Gardens in Edgbaston offers a stunning backdrop. This picturesque venue features 15 acres of landscaped gardens, providing a tranquil and enchanting atmosphere for outdoor ceremonies and receptions. The Botanical Gardens' commitment to maintaining vibrant greenery, blooming flowers, and serene surroundings ensures that couples can celebrate their union amidst the beauty of nature.

The benefit of choosing Birmingham Botanical Gardens for a wedding lies in its ability to provide couples with a natural oasis in the heart of the city. The lush landscapes and diverse gardens offer a romantic and refreshing setting for couples to say 'I do.'

The Bond Company: Industrial-Chic in Digbeth

Located in the trendy Digbeth district, The Bond Company offers an industrial-chic wedding venue that exudes urban charm. Housed in a converted Victorian warehouse, this venue features exposed brick walls, high ceilings, and contemporary design elements. The Bond Company's commitment to preserving its industrial heritage while providing modern amenities creates a stylish and versatile setting for weddings. With its unique character and flexible event spaces, The Bond Company caters to couples looking for a chic and trendy atmosphere.

Choosing The Bond Company for a Birmingham wedding provides couples with the benefit of hosting their celebration in a venue that perfectly balances industrial charm with modern elegance. The venue's trendy ambiance and urban location contribute to a chic and memorable wedding experience.

Fazeley Studios: Creativity and Elegance in Digbeth

Fazeley Studios, located in the artistic hub of Digbeth, offers a wedding venue that seamlessly blends creativity with timeless elegance. Set within a restored Victorian warehouse, this venue boasts exposed brickwork, high ceilings, and contemporary design, creating a stylish and versatile space for weddings. Fazeley Studios' commitment to providing a blank canvas for couples to personalize ensures that each wedding is a unique reflection of the couple's vision.

The benefit of choosing Fazeley Studios for a Birmingham wedding lies in its ability to provide a creative and elegant backdrop. The venue's artistic character and flexibility allow couples to infuse their personalities into every detail, creating a wedding that is truly one-of-a-kind.

Aston Hall: Grandeur and History in Aston

Aston Hall, a magnificent Jacobean mansion, stands as a testament to grandeur and history in the suburb of Aston. This historic venue, surrounded by picturesque gardens, offers a regal setting for weddings. Aston Hall's commitment to preserving its architectural splendor and lush landscapes ensures a wedding experience that transports couples and their guests to a bygone era of elegance.

Choosing Aston Hall for a Birmingham wedding provides couples with the benefit of hosting their celebration in a venue that exudes grandeur and historical charm. The mansion's majestic interiors and expansive grounds create a romantic and regal atmosphere for couples to celebrate their love.

Conclusion:

Birmingham's top 5 wedding venues offer couples a diverse range of options, each providing a unique blend of charm, elegance, and contemporary flair. From the historic gem of The Old Library to the natural beauty of Birmingham Botanical Gardens, the industrial-chic vibes of The Bond Company and Fazeley Studios, and the grandeur of Aston Hall, Birmingham wedding venues cater to various tastes and preferences.

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