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pelova4president · 4 months

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All eyes on you

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Fridolina Rölfo x Reader

All eyes on you II

summary~ Three of your teammates have an eye on you. And they aren’t shy to show you that they want you either.

!warnings! 18+ smut, making out, fingering?, explicit language

They made it obvious, they wanted you. They kept giving you signals and hints but somehow you were just oblivious to their actions.

It started when you joined the team a few months ago. Frido started taking interest in you and helped you move in, putting your furniture together. Mapi and Ingrid took it on them to show you around the city, in the hopes to show you their bedroom eventually.

The move from England to Barcelona went a lot smoother than you would've thought. Your Spanish was still shit but most of the girls understood you and tried to talk back in their broken English. Keira and Lucy were still trying to master the language so there weren't much of use. Frido and Ingrid however were almost fluent in both so they helped with the translating. Mapi was trying to teach you some words but that wasn't going great.

Mapi and Ingrid were and item, everyone knew that and it wasn’t like they tried to hide it either. The couple almost always sat infront of you in the bus. Frido, Ingrid and Mapi took you in and offered you the empty seat in their four seater. Frido sat next to you and even though she preferred the window seat, but she’ll never admit that because she knows you do too, she offered you it.

While you and the Swede were watching a series, sharing EarPods with your head resting on her shoulder. The couple infront of you were having a heavy making out session. You couldn’t help but look up. And maybe you stared a bit too long, okay you definitely did. Ingrid pulled her girlfriend into the rough kiss, she was more dominant than you would’ve thought. Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed how the couple had separated already and their eyes were now focused on you.

“You like the show?” Frido whispered in your ear. Waking from your trance you noticed how all their eyes were on you. You got caught red handed. With red cheeks you mustered a response, “Yeah- i mean like the uhh the blonde actress is really.. pretty and good right?”. The Barca players laughed at your embarrassed state.

"So you're into blondes eh?" Mapi commented looking at Frido and then you again. "Yeah- No, i like all. All women, blonde, brunette, both uh everything?" you rambled, eyes focused on the protein shake infront of you. "Good." you heard Ingrid say.

When you finally dared to look somewhere other than your shake you met Frido's eyes. And just when you ou thought your cheeks couldn't get any redder “We both know that i didn’t mean that show.” Frido smirked. You tried to hide your face into your hoodie but that only made her laugh harder.

All three of the women were getting more affectionate with you too, but that’s just how the Spanish culture is right. Frido would get you to sit in her lap on movie nights, her hands placing themselves on your thighs. Ingrid would walk next to you and place her hand on the small of your back and sometimes her hand would drop lower, to your ass. To say you didn’t like it would be a lie. All three of them were beautiful and just very hot, you couldn’t deny that. You honestly were flattered by all their attention.

When you scored your first Barca goal, all of the girls were over the moon for you. They knew you had a bit of a rough start, not scoring any goals in what felt like months. But now you’ve broken through that barrier with not only one but two goals in one game. Frido, assisting your first goal ran towards you with open arms. “You’ve done it!” she kissed your cheek.

Walking through the tunnel after fulltime Mapi approached you, her hand resting on your hip. “Scoring looks good on you amor.” she grinned. You hadn’t really processed the compliment and her seductive tone when her girlfriend joined you. “Quite a performance you put on out there. Wanna come over for a movie night later? Just you, us and Frido, you can choose the movie.” Ingrid asked expectedly. It sounded nice and you got to choose the movie, why not.

“Yeah, i’ll be there.” you agreed. “Perfect!” Ingrid kissed your cheek and took off with Mapi who sent a cheeky wink your way. With the couple still in your mind you walked towards your car.

"Be ready at eight, You just look pretty and i'll pick you up." you heard behind you. Frido was stood by her car, her hair still wet from the quick shower she just had. "Okay, thank you!" you yelled back waving goodbye to the blonde.

Frido kept her promise and picked you up. You were debating on what to wear, comfy or classy. Frido said to look pretty so a black dress would do. It wasn't exactly comfortble, it was short and tight but atleast you looked good. So good that even Frido couldn't help but comment on it. "You look fantastic. Don't know how i can keep my hands to myself all night when you're sitting next to me like that." she muttered under her breath, taking you all in. Her eyes traveled from head to toe, stopping at the hem of your dress.

"Well, thank you.. you look very good yourself" you said feeling like a some artpiece hung up in a museum. Frido hummed at that and her eyes met yours again. "Let's go beautiful." Frido placed her hand on the small of your back, closing your front door.

She walked you to her black car, one that suited Frido. It was a matt BMW and you could see that she took pride in it, she drove through the car wash atleast once every few days. Opening the passenger door for you and walking to the drivers seat she sat down. Frido wasn’t one for very loud Spanish music like the other girls in your team enjoyed, she liked background music. A little RnB or Jazz was her go to so that's what played on the background of your conversation.

“Are you excited?” she asked, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear stick, her eyes were focused on the road. You didn’t immediately answer and she took her eyes off the road to take an expecting look at you. “Are you gonna be a good girl and tell me or?” the Swede raised her brow.

“Uh yeah, i’m excited. I’ve already got a movie picked out.” you said smiling. Frido grinned at that and placed her hands reassuringly on your thigh, squeezing it. "I'm sure Mapi and Ingrid are excited too." she hummed and began to move her hand higher. "They've been dying to get some alone time with you, away from all the girls you know" that was new to you. "Oh didn't know that." the blush creeping up on your cheeks betrayed your cool answer.

The car ride felt like an eternity to you. Frido kept her hand on your thigh, sqeezing or moving it when you said something to her. Your teammate was wearing black trousers and a white top, showing off her abs and tits. She was insanely goodlooking, there was no denying that. But now that she's sitting next to you holding the steering wheel like that, focused on the road and one of her hands teasing you, she was beyond attractive.

When you finally arrived she reached over you, stretching for a piece of gum. You could see right into her top, not that you minded, at all.

Both of you stepped out of the car and got into the lift to your teammates apartment. Frido took your hand in hers like it was something she's always done. Leading you to the couples house Ingrid opened the door almost immediatly. "You both look very good. Come inside." she greeted you. And while you walked inside where Mapi waited for you, you saw Frido whisper something to Ingrid.

Mapi was standig behind the kitchen island pouring herself a drink. "There you are amor, been waiting for a while now" she smirked at your flushed state. "Sorry, Frido told me to be ready at eight." you tried to apologize. "Don't worry, the wait was worth it" she walked over to you. "Would you like something to drink?" the Spaniard asked taking a sip from what you assumed was a martini.

The two Scandinavian girls joined not much later, both of them opting for a glass of red wine. They let you choose the movie liked they promised and you settled down. Ingrid pulled you inbetween her legs, you head resting on her chest. Mapi and Frido were sitting to the left of you.

Everything was fine, well you were turned on by the women but it wasn't something you haven't felt before around them. Whenever Ingrid went to take a sip from her glass she bent over, hold you by your hips and her hands stayed there. About an hour into the movie she started to play with the hem of your short dress, you obviously should've wore something more comfortable.

Tracing paterns on your thighs she whispered in you ear, "You wore that dress just for us, right.". Processing her words you turned your head around. "Frido said to look pretty, so yes?" Ingrid hummed at that, mostly satisfied with your answer. Ingrid never stopped teasing you and you couldn't help but rub your thighs together. Unbeknownst to you the three women exchanged glances at the action.

You excused yourself to the bathroom. Ingrid was doing this to you on purpose. They were open about their relationship and sex life but you didn’t know they were so open.

Going back into the living room Ingrid was filling her glass in the kitchen and Maria and Frido were having a conversation. You leaned against the kitchen counter next to the Norwegian, “Can i help you?” you asked. “You can be a good girl and go sit all nice and pretty next to Frido for me.” her hands were on your hips turning you to the couch where the two were sat.

Going to sit down next to Frido you got pulled into her lap, waiting nervously at what they had in store for you. “Are you enjoying yourself bebé?” the Spanish defender asked you curiously. You nodded furiously. “I think you could enjoy yourself a bit more tonight, no?” Ingrid said walking towards Frido who she gave another glass of wine. “You definitely could baby.” Frido took a sip of her drink.

Your eyes followed Ingrid who straddled her girlfriend. Mapi leaned in for a kiss when Ingrid stopped her, whispering something in her ear. The dark haired woman teasingly kissed the Spaniard behind her ear and down to her neck, leaving marks along the way.

Yet again, too caught up with the show infront of you you didn’t see the blondes hand creeping up under your dress. “Hmm do you like watching them?” Frido breathed. She pushed your dress up and teased you over the fabric of your panties. Feeling the wet spot on them she pressed harder. “So fucking wet already, haven’t even touched you.” she kissed up your neck.

You shut your eyes, the teasing they've been doing becoming too much. The woman behind you slowed her movements. “She’s getting all hot and bothered, don’t think she can wait much longer.” she talked to the other women. “Oh, she can wait just fine. You’ll be a good little girl for us, right.” Ingrid more stated than asked. Opening your eyes you nodded.

“Say you’ll be a good girl for us.” Frido kissed your neck, her hands starting to grope your tits. Lost in the pleasure you didn’t answer, “Say ‘i’ll be a good girl for you’ or i’ll stop and you won’t get anything at all.” the blonde demanded. You whined at her dominant tone “I’ll be good. I’ll be a good girl for you, just give me something.” you begged.

Frido took that as her sign to slide her hand inside your panties. “She’s so fucking pretty like this.” you heard Mapi say. Frido didn’t slide her fingers in yet, just teasing and lighty brushing past your clit. “J-just give me more please.” you said trying to get more.

You heard the three women laugh at your state. “Haven’t even started fucking you yet and you’re already gone, god you’re desperate.” Ingrid commented from across the couch. Her girlfriend was still under her, both set of eyes fixated on you. “Can’t wait to taste her.” Mapi kissed Ingrid.

“Maria why don’t you get her ready to take a cock then. I’m sure she’d appreciate that, don’t go easy on her though. You know how we want this evening to go.” Ingrid instructed Maria. They’ve been fucking planning this.

A/N setup done, next chapter will be a bit more Mapi and a whole lot more smut so don’t you worry. Feedback would be appreciated :) Got anything you want in the next fic, let me know!

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yeeterthek33per · 8 months

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Jealousy's a B**** (Steph Catley x Reader x Caitlin Foord)

A/n So this is officially my fifth attempt at this, I've accidentally managed to post it twice, way too early, and I'm honestly still not happy with it.

Also, sorry it took so long, y'all. 😅

But yeah, Caitley Fluff. (Caitley? Staitlin? Stetlin? Coord? Catoord? Fortley? Footley?)

Caitlin's been acting weird lately.

She's more clingy than usual, hands finding some part of you whenever you're just feet from each other.

You're sure Steph's noticed it too, but she hasn't said anything either. Just that she has a knowing look on her face whenever Caitlin latches onto you for the fifth time in an hour.

Normally, you wouldn't have minded, but when she does it at training... it gets a little distracting.

Particularly when practising marking for corners. It feels like she uses every opportunity to be pressed against you. She goes out of her way to mark you, to be the first to mark you despite not even sharing positions.

Her hands find your waist, gripping you tightly, and you have to smack them away with red cheeks so that you avoid being both held in place and also teased by the others.

She doesn't do it with Steph as much, but it's still prominent when you aren't a part of the drill.

Usually, you're pretty observant of anything going on with your girlfriends, but this has you completely befuddled.

Well.

That is until the game against Chelsea.

It'd been rough from the start, both teams eager to get the london derby underway from the start of the season, eager to see who could test the other the most in the coming days.

With Arsenal out of the Champions league, this was the most important game for your team to win. Arsenal needed to set itself up for precendence early.

With that came physicality. And fast. Every opportunity for a header was met with being held down by the waist. Every time you had the ball, it was met with a slide tackle. Every run was met with being held back by the arm or your shirt.

It was getting on your last nerve.

You knew the captain and her partner well. You loved them both like family, having spent years growing up with Magda and others playing on the same team as Pernille. Playing at Arsenal was the only time either of you had been separated.

Unfortunately, that fondness didn't translate onto the pitch.

Magda was the first one to take your feet out from under you, and Pernille was constantly on you, both of them knowing how well you linked up through the midfield and that you were a constant danger at any time on the ball.

Football is a physical game. You knew that.

But it was getting a little out of hand at this point.

Which brings you to now.

There's a foul just outside the penalty area winning Arsenal a free kick, which converts into a corner after the ball ricochets off Cuthbert.

Stood in line waiting for the in, you shift, ready to leap up for the header. As soon as the ball is lofted into the box, hands grip your waist, preventing you from making the header.

You shake it off the first time. And the second time.

The third time, Magda completely takes you off your feet, and you hit the turf with a groan of frustration. How was the ref not catching any of this?

The fourth and fifth times, you brush it off, but you can see Caitlin practically death glaring Magda as the swede pulls you up again.

What you didn't see was the constant hole Caitlin was boring into the Chelsea Captain's head when she even so much as stood near you. It got particularly bad when Magdalena dropped you on your butt.

The last time it happens that half, Caitlin spins around to yell to the umpire. The sideline ref spots it too, Magda is warned but nothing more.

Caitlin growls but returns to position with a look from you.

Half time can't come quick enough for you. The lockeroom is alight with various chatter as they all fire off strategies and mid game plays that need to be fixed. Your girlfriends sit either side of you, Caitlin's hand tightly gripping your leg, a beset half glare on her face.

"I need you all to just keep pressuring. My strikers, you're doing good, but it's just getting in for those shots where you need to be. Try to shake your defenders."

With a nod from all of you, you all make your way back to the pitch in a hopeful search of goals.

It's just minutes into the next half when it happens, you fight the hold, but in the end, you hit the pitch again. This time, it sets off the firey striker.

She sees you get pulled down and sees red, she gets right up in the captains face with almost no hesitation.

"What the hell is your problem?" She shoves the swede away from you, followed by the piercing screech of whistle behind her.

"Nothing, what's your problem?"

Magda shoves back a little, which leads to the others quickly pulling her away.

"Keep your hands off her. It's that simple Eriksson."

Realising your partner is about two seconds away from a yellow, you jump between them, too, quickly grabbing her by the shoulders to walk her away from the situation.

"Alright, that's enough outta both of you. Caitlin, you need to cool it. Do not get booted for this. It's not worth it."

"But she-"

"Caitlin! It's not worth it. Let it go."

She grunts but walks away, accepting the yellow card pointed in her direction.

The rest of the game goes as smoothly as it can. Occasionally, you catch Caitlin getting a little pushy with Pernille, too. But it's nothing major in the end, and the whistle blows in a nil all draw.

Exhausted but still in an okay mood given the results, you walk around to shake hands with the chelsea players and specifically go find Magda as well.

"Hey Magda, sorry about earlier, you know how feisty she gets. I'd say she's sorry as well, but-"

The blonde chuckles.

"Probably not, given the glare I'm receiving right now. Speaking of, how are your lover girls?"

You smile softly, a small flush creeping up your neck.

"Loving, sweet, caring as usual. Normally well behaved, I swear." She laughs at that.

"It's fine. What happens in the game stays in the game. Sorry about dropping you on your butt a lot there."

She winces slightly. You just jab poke her in the ribs and wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"Nah, that's nothing. It's not the worst thing you've done to me." It's a soft prod and she huffs at you.

"Excuse me. I thought we let that go already. Just because we used to torture each other as kids."

"We? You mean you used to do it. I was a total angel as a child."

"Oh, I'm sure you were, I heard all about your innocent professions from Magda's mum."

Pernille wraps her arm around your other side, hand ruffling your hair.

"Yeah, just like you weren't getting pushy either today." You look up at her, being unfortunately shorter than the platinum blonde.

"I have no idea what you're talking about søde."

A nudge from you makes her chuckle.

You chatter away with them in your second language, having learnt Swedish whilst living with the captain in sweden from the age of 10.

Your parents were travelling business people (Magda would call them deadbeats, but that's another story) having moved to Sweden when you were just five, growing up next to Magda for five years before your parents wanted to move back to Australia.

However, given that you'd become so close with the Eriksson family, they quickly agreed to let you stay with them, the travelling lifestyle rather cumbersome on a child your age.

You loved your parents, but they were more deadbeat than they liked to admit, and so Magda's mother became like your own, and Magda, a sister to you after accepting adoption by the swedish family.

As you banter away with them, Caitlin watches on from her position by the bench, a small scowl on her face.

They were clearly way too touchy with you. Pernille kissing your cheek occasionally, Magdalena's arm wrapped tightly around your waist, occasionally brushing away your hair as you talk animatedly, a small blush on your cheeks at one particular moment makes the heat rise in her chest.

But she wasn't jealous.

No.

Why would she be jealous?

A small poke to her side brings her out of her thoughts.

"What's up with you, grumpy?"

Steph's shiteating grin makes her roll her eyes.

"Nothing."

"Uhuh, right, like I'm sure Eriksson and Harder haven't felt the holes you're glaring in the side of their heads either."

She scoffs.

"I am not." Her cheeks turn red at the incredulous look she receives in return.

"Babe, you do know they're not flirting, right? Magda definitely isn't into her, and as far as I can tell, those are loving sibling noogies our girl is receiving from Pernille."

Caitlin turns back to you. Steph's right. Still, she doesn't like the way they're holding you.

At some point, you must feel her staring because you look over with a soft but mildly concerned smile, raising a brow in her direction.

She shakes her head and turns away, arms still folded across her chest as she moves to go into the locker room.

"What's up with your girl, Stephy?"

Steph chuckles softly.

"Oh, nothing. Just our girl getting attention from her adoptive sister, apparently. I don't think she knows."

Beth snorts.

"No, I don't think she does either."

They watch as the pair continue to rib you, eventually hugging them goodbye and promising to meet up at some point in the next week or so. Wandering back over to Steph, theres a mildly confused look on your face.

"What happened with Cait? Is she still upset over Magda taking me down?"

Steph shrugs.

"Maybe. You know why?"

You shrug as well.

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The bus ride back is even more confusing.

She ends up planted in the spot next to you but far too quiet. Normally, she's sat next to Katie, where the two would be either bickering, playing card games, or giving each other shit over small plays during the game.

None of that, though, and it stays that way until you've returned home.

"Okay, what's going on with you? You've been quietly sulking since we got back."

The forward shrugs in response, having been pretty silent for the whole ride home, save for occasional hums as you and Steph chat about team drama and the girls' post game antics as well.

You exchange a look with Steph, who looks like she knows more than she's letting on with the small smirk that pulls at her lips.

Confused by the action, you turn back to your other girlfriend, whose eyes are locked on the ceiling now, avoiding your meeting your own.

You can't think of any reason she'd be upset. The game hadn't been majorly eventful aside from that one yellow card. Magda certainly wasn't malicious in her tackles, so there's no way she'd be holding a grudge over that. You'd basically gone straight home after the game, too.

She was acting fine up until-

Oh.

A mischievous grin crawls across your lips, and you move to sit in the striker's lap, surprising her mildly.

Your hands force her to look up at you.

"Baby, were you jealous?"

She scoffs, stumbling slightly over her words.

"Wha- no, I have no idea what you're talking about."

You sit back slightly, hand on your chin in faux confusion.

"Hm, I could've sworn you were glaring at Magda and P earlier. You saw that, right, Steph?"

You turn to the brunette, who is watching on clearly amused if anything.

"Oh, I sure did, I mean, if looks could kill."

You chuckle at the pout that makes its way onto Caitlin's face.

"I was not-"

She huffs at the growing smile on your face.

"It's really cute that you think they were flirting, baby. But no, there's no reason for you to be jealous, baby."

"But I wasn't jealous. They were just far too touchy, and-" the raised brow you give her makes her sigh softly.

"Okay, maybe a little bit, but still, they were all kissy, and it was getting way too touchy."

"Babe."

"But honestly they kept hugging you and after the game where they kept holding you and tackling you and-"

Cutting off her rambling, your finger sits on her lips and you hush her.

"Cait. I grew up with Magda. She's my adoptive sister. And Pernille definitely was not flirting. She's far too taken with Magda. Plus, she treats me like a little sister, too."

"Oh." Her cheeks flush.

"Honestly, baby, I thought you knew this already?"

Her cheeks go a little redder.

"No, why would I know? You've never told me about that."

"I'm out with them every other week. I usually tell you both, too."

"When? The only time you go out with friends, all we get from you is 'Hey, you two, I'm going to lunch with my sister and her girlfriend-' oh."

Both you and Steph lose it at that, Steph face palming as she falls back onto the couch, chest shaking with laughter.

You bury your face into her shoulder, shoulders jumping as you try to hide your giggles.

Caitlin rolls her eyes affectionately.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny, you two."

It takes you a minute to catch your breath again, hands moving to cup her cheeks, eyes alight with mirth.

"You're adorable. God, I love you. Also, wanna talk to us about why you've been extra touchy lately, too?"

She shakes her head and pulls you down to kiss her fully.

"Shut up."

You chuckle but comply, letting her have her way for now.

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Caitlin didn't think she'd end up getting the third degree on her day off, but here she is, being teased mercilessly, stuck between you and Steph while you all rib her about last weeks game and the hickies you turned up to training with.

Between Steph, Beth, and occasionally Magda and Pernille, it really wasn't ending.

"Honestly, I don't know how you two didn't see it, really. She looked ready to implode after you kissed her cheek."

"I did not!"

"Baby, please, you were so red in the face."

"I'd just played 90 minutes. What do you expect?"

Beth pokes the girl with her shoe.

"Please, there was steam coming out of those ears."

Laughter rings out across the table.

"Tell me again why you thought I was flirting during the game by tackling her?"

Caitlin rolls her eyes at the swede.

"I didn't say that either."

You scoff playfully, turning to the chelsea defender.

"Ah yes, the swedish charm never fails you, huh Mags?"

"Sweeping girls off their feet since age ten."

Caitlin shakes her head.

"Okay, but like, what about the handsyness during the game? Harder, you were the worst of it."

The dane shrugs.

"It annoys her. That's literally it. Frustrate your opponents, and you have an easier time winning."

You scoff.

"Excuse me, don't say it like it actually worked."

"It did work."

"What part of a draw means you won?"

"I just said it worked."

"Clearly." You cock a brow at her.

The blonde flips you off, taking a sip of her coffee.

You poke your tongue out at her. Pernille chuckles, turning to her girlfriend.

"Childish. See babe, what did I tell you?"

"That I'm clearly the more mature and better looking sibling? See Caitlin? You have nothing to be jealous over. There's no way my girl would leave me for this thing."

Beth snorts and Steph has to cover a laugh when you take a swipe at the blonde.

"Bitch!"

While the other's watch on amused as you both bicker, Caitlin simply smiles, realising she definitely has nothing to worry about and reminds herself how much you show her love constantly.

Her clinginess had come from nowhere, so she'd blown it off.

Steph, however, knew well where it came from. Caitlin just got jealous easily, regardless of her protests to calling it that. Jealousy really is a bitch.

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hadesforpreswrites · 2 months

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dirty laundry, pt. 4

a/n: here's part 4! guess who's back, back again, ash is back, tell a friend. i'm so sorry for how long this took, i kept hitting a wall every time i opened the document. but here we are now! as always i hope you enjoy! please like, comment, reblog!

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

genre: idiots-to-lovers

warnings: slight angst (if you squint, no like it's really minimal); oral (f. receiving)

word count: 2,508

summary: it's birthday time! noah's been on a mini tour, will he make it back in time for y/n's birthday dinner?

part one part two part three

as promised he stayed the rest of the week with her. it mostly consisted of them staying in and learning more about each other, in a different, more romantic way than they had previously.

then he had to go for a few weeks to perform various shows. he desperately wanted her to go with them but she just smiled and said that she needed to focus on her schoolwork and she wouldn’t do that if she was around everyone. he worried he wouldn’t be back in time for her birthday dinner that scarlett planned every year.

every year their group of friends get dressed up in their best and go out to dinner. a lot of times after dinner they’d end up at a bowling alley that was half bowling, half arcade.

it was something that she looked forward to every year and he was worried a majority of the group wouldn’t be able to make it due to commitments they had.

“noah, it’s honestly okay,” she said over the phone one night after a show. he could tell she was trying her best to sound nonchalant but that she was sad about it. “if it was a dumb reason i’d be upset but this is far from dumb in my book. besides, we can always just push it to another date. doesn’t have to be on my exact birthdate.”

“yes it does!” he heard scarlett’s voice shout, causing him to chuckle.

“she’s right. it’s tradition,” he said. “we’re gonna try our best to be there, doll. it mostly depends on how travel goes.”

“i know. maybe i should’ve come with you like you wanted. so you wouldn’t stress as much about it,” she said, quietly.

“doll, even though i desperately want you here with me, i’d still stress about it.”

“it’s not so important that you should stress this much though.”

“i’m going to pretend i didn’t just hear you say that the day my girlfriend was born isn’t important.”

“how very dare she!” jolly’s voice shouted from the other side of the couch on the bus.

“hear that? you’ve upset the swede.”

she was silent.

“doll, regardless stress is going to happen because i love you and the guys love you and we want to continue our tradition.”

“yeah.”

“you’re awfully quiet over there. what’s going through that pretty little head of yours?”

he heard sniffles from the other side of the phone and immediately wished he was there. “i just don’t know what i did to deserve this kind of niceness.”

“you exist as you are and we like the way you are. so there,” he explained.

she laughed.

“there she is.”

“i love you,” she said.

“i love you,” he replied with a smile.

“and as much as i love you and talking to you, i should probably try to sleep.”

“yes, you should.”

“wish you were here,” she said quietly. he could hear her getting under her comforter and settling in for the night on the other side of the phone.

“soon. then you’ll get sick of me, promise,” he joked.

“doubt it. night, noah.”

“good night, doll.”

“good night!!” the rest of the crew on the bus yelled into the phone, causing him to hear her giggle before she hung up.

“is she doing okay?” nicholas asked, plopping down between noah and jolly.

“i think so. just had a moment of doubt is all.”

“what happened when you went to stay with her?” nick asked.

“i don’t think that’s something i can tell you. she barely wanted to tell me.”

“well, whatever it was, even though it was obviously bad, i’m glad it happened. if only to finally get you two together,” jolly said. “not because i want her hurting, obviously. silver lining in the clouds.”

noah nodded. he’d been feeling similarly. he didn’t know when he’d finally have broken his silence on loving her if that night didn’t happen. that, of course, didn’t mean that he was happy her past had come back to haunt her in such an intense way.

“so what’d you get her for her birthday?” bryan asked, slightly changing the subject.

noah’s eyes widened. “shit.”

“she’s not gonna want anything from anyone,” nick tried to cover for noah.

“right. but it’s definitely his obligation as boyfriend to get her something anyway.”

“what if you just get a hotel room or airbnb for a weekend getaway? she’d like that since you’ve been gone,” nicholas offered.

“that’s actually a great idea,” jolly said, gaining looks from everyone on the bus. “we’re practically soulmates, i know what she’d like.”

“soulmates?” noah leveled a playful glare at the guitarist.

“oh, chill. i mean it in a totally platonic way.”

“i think you’d have to fight scarlett for that title,” nicholas laughed.

“i’m not convinced she’s not holding out hope for y/n to be gay,” jolly said.

“she’s bi. i think if they were to happen, they’d have happened already,” noah explained. he earned some questioning looks. “she literally went to pride and bought a bi flag. it’s not difficult to put two and two together to make four. you guys just don’t pay attention.”

“so much for being her soulmate, joakim,” nick laughed, causing everyone else to laugh.

while laying in his bunk on the bus later that night, noah began to look up hotel in the area they lived, looking for one that gave off just the right vibe.

a couple days had passed and the band and crew were making their way home as fast as they could in order to make it for dinner. noah was on edge and kept to himself most of the trip.

in the end, they had made it back to town with a couple of hours to spare.

as much as noah wanted to tell her they’d made it, it kind of wanted it to be a surprise, so he just text scarlett and told her to keep her mouth shut.

he showered and dressed quickly. then he packed a bag for the weekend. as much as he loved his band, he couldn’t wait to have some alone time with his girl after a few weeks with them.

he drove alone to the restaurant because of his later plans, but waited for the rest of them to arrive before exiting his vehicle. they walked into the building as a group, y/n and scarlett already at a table. the hostess seemed shocked to see the group but led them to the table which was in the back of the restaurant.

y/n and scarlett weren’t paying attention, immersed in a conversation together, so he walked quietly behind y/n and placed his hands over her eyes, careful not to smudge her glasses.

“oh my god, you made it!” she said, excitedly.

he chuckled, taking the seat on her other side. “how’d you know it was me?”

“cologne. and also who else would dare?”

“i dunno, jolly said something about being your soulmate, so he might dare.”

“okay, he might. but he wears a different cologne. did you know that smell is the sense most linked to memory?”

“i missed you, smartypants,” he said, kissing the side of her head.

“missed you more,” she said, smiling.

“be gross after dinner,” scarlett said, not a hint of seriousness in her voice.

“you ladies both look very nice tonight,” jolly complimented.

“thank you. it took so long for us to find something perfect for the night. still has to look good with bowling shoes, ya know,” scarlett answered.

the rest of the table carried on in conversation while noah placed a hand on y/n’s thigh, pulling her attention to him.

“i didn’t get an actual present for you this time and for that i’m so sorry. but i did get us a hotel room for the weekend so we can spend some much needed time together without these yahoos.”

“you don’t need to beat yourself up about not getting anything because all i wanted was you here. i think a hotel room is a great idea.”

he kissed the side of her head again as the waiter walked up to the table to take their orders.

dinner was filled with laughter and good conversation, as it always is when they all get together. noah’s hand rarely left its place on y/n’s thigh. it was a subtle touch but after being gone from her for as long as he had been, though not as long as a normal tour, it was all he could do to not beg her to skip the bowling and go straight to the hotel.

when she stood up at the end of dinner and he saw her outfit in full, he had to stifle a groan that threatened to erupt. she looked so good and was wearing heels that made her legs look even better than normal.

he shook himself as he noticed her stretching her hand out to him with a smile. “c’mon, we have pins lanes to dominate.”

he stood, his hand in hers, and followed their group out to their vehicles.

“who’re you riding with, love?” scarlett asked.

noah was already opening the passenger door of his car for her when y/n shot scarlett a glance, causing them to laugh.

y/n carefully slid into the passenger seat of noah’s car before he shut the door and slid into his own seat. “you look so fucking good, doll.”

“thank you,” she blushed. “i wanted to try something a little different from the last couple of years.”

“i liked those to but there’s something about this that makes me a little feral.”

“good to know.”

“you sure you want to go bowling?”

she laughed. “yes, of course i want to go bowling.”

“yeah, right, of course,” he choked out.

“noah, we have all weekend.”

“trust me, i’m aware.”

“but i did tell scar that we’d be late because i want to pick up clothes for our weekend.”

“good idea.”

“i’ve been known to have a few.”

noah drove the familiar route to her and scarlett’s house, walked around the car to help her out, and held her hand as they walked to the front door.

once they were inside, he pulled her to him and pushed his lips to hers. her arms wound around his neck as she returned his kiss with the same urgency. he walked them until her back hit the closest wall and let his hands roam down her body to the backs of her thighs. he pulled, indicating to her that he wanted them around his waist, she obliged. he broke from her lips and she put her forehead against his as he walked them back to her room.

“i missed you so fucking much,” he said, his voice husky.

“i missed you,” she breathed out.

“i know you want to go bowling with our friends but just give me a little more time.”

“okay, i can do that.”

he pushed open her bedroom door and kicked it shut again as they entered. he laid her on the bed, pecking her lips before sliding down her body and kneeling on the carpet in front of her.

“baby, can i please?” he almost whined out. “and then we can pack you a bag and go. promise.”

she leaned up on her elbows and looked at him. both of their eyes were blown with lust and hair was mused. “okay,” she said quietly.

“okay,” he said, placing a kiss on her thigh.

he slid his hands up under the skirt of her outfit and found the elastic band of her underwear and pulled them down her legs. he didn’t fight the groan that left his throat at the sight of the black lace underwear his fingers were pulling down.

“my shoes,” she said, breathlessly.

“they’re fine,” he said simply as he hooked her knees on his shoulders.

he kissed up the inside of one of her thighs to the apex of her legs. he used his tongue to lap up the juices that were already flowing out of her. he pushed a finger into her as he licked. he moaned into her, the vibration making her moan loudly as she snaked her fingers through his hair. he nibbled on her clit as lightly as he could and soothed it with his tongue. he inserted another finger and began working them faster as her breathing sped up.

“noah,” she breathed out, spurring him on.

he reached his free hand up toward her, and she released the grip of one of her hands on his hair to grip his hand instead.

“c’mon, baby, i know you can do it. you’re so close,” he said as he felt her squeezing his fingers before continuing his ministrations with his tongue. he coaxed it out of her. she fought to keep her thighs open as she came, he continued until she was spent and breathing heavily above him.

he sat back on his heels and licked his fingers clean, her slick glistening on his chin. “fuck,” they said together, causing them to laugh.

“hang on, doll. let me clean you up before you start moving around,” he walked into the adjoining bathroom, grabbed a clean washcloth, and wet it before walking back to her, wiping his face as he did. he cleaned the inside of her thighs and any drippage from her core before placing her feet in the leg holes of her underwear and helping her pull them back on.

she raised her arms and he pulled her up. he chuckled as he saw her look in her phone screen with a look of horror. “now i have to fix my make up and hair,” she whined.

“i dunno, i think you still look great,” he kissed her forehead.

“you would.” she said, attempting to stand. “you know, in these shoes i’m almost your height.”

“i noticed. my neck thanks them for their service.”

she laughed again as he helped her stand, he laughed as her knees wobbled.

“stop that. and help me with these things,” she said, plopping back on her bed and bending to unbuckle her shoes.

he saluted her and kneeled once more to help her remove the high heels.

she breathed a sigh of relief as she stood on bare feet and walked to her closet for a bag and her converse. he was at her dresser pulling out yoga pants, shorts, and a couple of t-shirts. she pulled out clean underwear and a different bra and some socks and stuffed everything into her bag. before they left she went to the bathroom and cleaned up her makeup and hair, motioning for him to sit so she could straighten up his hair as well.

he grabbed her bag as she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the front door, locking it behind them, and to the car once more.

once they were situated in the vehicle, she shouted enthusiastically, “to the bowling alley!”

#noah sebastian #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens #bad omens fanfic #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens cult

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arsenicflame · 8 months

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silly Izzy situation: he gets a parrot.

HE GETS A PARROT OH THIS GAVE ME BRAIN WORMS

-Stede is the one to get him the parrot- something about how hes got the wooden leg he has to complete the look? honestly izzy wasnt listening, stede was using his excited voice and izzys learnt he can zone out a bit when he gets like that. there was a hat too but that went to someone else Real quick (the parrot was trying to eat it anyway)

-i know nothing about parrots but im gonna say stede gets him an African grey. it's the goth-est parrot and they're Friends Now, hes got to give a gift that fits in with izzys Look

-when stede gives it him he protests LOUDLY but when stede gets all sad and says he will return him izzy draws a knife. wtf you can't return my gift Stede

- the parrot learns to say fuck REAL quick

-izzy learns bird care from buttons, obviously- izzy is Rules autistic he needs to know How you look after his pet. he is super rigorous with following the rules and at least one crew member has faced a tirade for feeding him something bad

-the bird rides everywhere on his shoulder. frenchie makes him a little pad so his claws don't scratch izzys leathers and so he can grip better

-he starts stroking the bird as a comfort (in Correct places, thank u buttons) he doesn't notice hes doing it but everyone else does. lucius has a sketch

-you know how some pets are like? exactly like their owners? yeah. this is the grumpiest fucking parrot and they are perfect together. he only likes izzy. after a while he mimicks izzy yelling at the crew and nobody knows what to do they all just. stare. izzy laughs.

- the parrot spends a little too much time with the swede somehow (jackies? izzy & jackie friendship my beloved i will force you in anywhere) and picks up his singing. its. something. they end up using it on raids as part of a fuckery. two haunting tones to create a sense of unreality, of being surrounded.

-i didn't give the parrot a name here because i genuinely believe izzy wouldnt give it a name, hed just call it 'the parrot', occasionally 'my parrot' when drunk. the crew call it mini Izzy.

(buttons asked the parrot its name)

-someone once gave the parrot a knife because they thought itd be funny. we do not talk about the parrot knife incident.

#i kinda wanna elaborate on more of these but this is already so much #izzy ignoring stede is not in a mean way! theyre buddies izzy has learnt when stede is Talking and when he just wants to ramble #hes still half listening but most of it just. went out the other ear. hes already planning all the things Stede didnt pick up #theyre autistic to autistic communication. to me #god this was so fun i LOVE thinking about izzy situations #nyxtalks #ofmd #izzy hands #israel hands #ask

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hoe4sports · 2 months

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Katie McCabe | “Ex-girlfriend or long term one night stand”

I was tiptoeing after Jonas, the coach of my new club. He invited me to come an hour early to practice so I could see the facility and get everything from keys to athletic wear sorted. “This is where the physical therapist is, if you have issues or concerns, especially regarding your acl; see him immediately.” He knocked on the door, and a few seconds later the door swung open. “Welcome to Arsenal!” The therapist yelled as he dragged me into a hug. “I’ll take it from here Jonas, I’ll bring her in before orientation.” He cheered as he dragged me along into the room. I wasn’t too sure about what we were doing, but I was thinking of him lecturing me about my acl and how to keep it activated. He signaled for me to hop up on the bench, and being a professional athlete that was common curtesy.

“Right or left acl?”

He did tests on both my feet to check out my resistance. “It’s my- OW” I yelled as he flexed my right achillies . A sense of embarrassment quickly spread across my body, and I looked at him with an apologetic look. I hadn’t really taken well care of my achillies since I tore it. It was always a bit sore, so I figured that the soreness was the new normal. “I got just the solution for you!” he sang as he disappeared around the corner. For a hot second, he reminded me of the Harry Potter scene where he gets his wand from the old guy. I fully expected him to come back with some sort of rehab device or a program for me to do before bedtime. However, he arrives with a box. He opened the box towards him and pieces of silk paper instantly got thrown to the floor. “I hope these are alright, we don’t have many color options! I can order in a specific color if you want. I already have all your sizes and measurements, so that wouldn’t be no issue.” he sang as he pulled up a pair of cleats.

“This is the new aeroluna 5, made fore post tear women!” I wasn’t really on board as I had tried endless things from before. He practically smacked the shoes on my feet, and lo and behold. They fit like a glove. They were so comfortable and so supportive. I swear, I could’ve almost cried. The shoes however, were hot pink which I honestly didn’t mind. I looked up at my new born saviour with tears in my eyes. “Hot pink it is” I said as I adored my new cleats. I thanked the weird; but kind man and walked to the team warderobe.

“Ah, ladies, this is our new striker! Benedicte. Now, please be kind to her and teach her the Arsenal way of caring for each others.” Jonas said as he patted me on the back. “Ex-girlfriend, finally! We meet at last.” Leah yelled out causing everyone to laugh including me and Jonas. She even did a clap and a little dance. “Your cubby will be next to Leah’s so go ahead and take a seat” the swede said as Leah patted next to her spot on the bench. I was rather flabbergasted by seeing my face mid strike glued to the wall. It was blown up, and I was feeling some secondhand embarrassment. I popped down by Leah, and carefully listened as Jonas went on about his hopes for this new season. Leah lifted my right leg over her thigh just like the old days when my acl would kill me every practice. I looked around the room, all the girls seemed so nice. I recognised quite a few of them, as we played them last season and they were good with their defence. A very well organised defence. Jonas was chatting away about his weekend, and i bent down to retie my shoes. My need for the shoes to be tied equally tight was one of my pet peeves from my childhood. “And then, we need to work on our abil-“ he started as he was cut off by the door swinging open.

“I’m so so sorry for being late, my cat broke down and my car ran awa-“ the woman chaotically stated before cutting herself off. Her voice was awfully familiar, but I couldn’t seem to place it. I smiled as I curiously looked up before my face froze. I stared, she stared, Leah stared and everyone stared. Everyone went silent, including Jonas. “Oh this is gonna be good” Leah mumbled nudging me. Jonas was just as invested in this drama as everyone else remember our last meeting on the field.

“Katie McCabe” I said. “You” she said back. She walked towards me and for a second I was concerned that she was gonna knock me out. “Scared, McCabe?” I asked as she was nearing me. “No asshole, you are sitting next to my cubby.” she said with an annoyed tone in her voice. “Better sleep with one eye open because next time, it’s not my ankles that are getting cut off” I whispered as she sat down beside me, but as far as she could without causing attention.

As Jonas finished up talking, the girls started changing into their workout gear for the field. Everyone was wearing the same t-skirt except for Katie. She had pulled her sleeves up so we could see her bronzed toned arms. “Trying compensate for your terrible tackles?” I said as I nudged her. I mean, it was hot. She was hot when she wasn’t trying to chop my ankles off, but I was not letting her in on that information. Katie turned around and looked at Leah. “How’d ya know her?” she asked with her Irish accent. “Ex-girlfriend or long term one night stand” she spat out as I felt slightly embarrassed. Leah was very fit, so it honestly didn’t bother me too much as she clearly was not ashamed of admitting that we for the last year had slept together at least once a week.

We went out on the field and did drills. Jonas was really testing us, making sure that the girls hadn’t skipped their programs during the off season. After 2,5 hours, we were all fried and while we were drinking; Leah squirted her waterbottle at me making my white top and white sports bra see-through.”Leah!!” I yelled as I got up while removing the cap on my bottle as I attacked her and forced her to the ground while I sat on her. I held the bottle above her head and slowly poured everything out on her face. Katie looked at us annoyed, “For fucks sake, stop flirting” I looked at her with confidence while my nipples were showing through my top. “Jealous of you not getting these?” I teased as she just stared. “Or perhaps you are intimidated by my ability to uno reverse your tackles?” followed by a wink. “Fuck you, Benedicte” she yelled as she walked away. It was safe to say, that she was not gonna get to pick on me for the next 5 years.

#katie mccabe imagine #katie mccabe #woso imagine #arsenal #leah williamson

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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“They were beyond curious about how William met his own needs while guiding you to success.”I’m sure they will think differently of her considering she has William 🐱 drunk most of the time please do tell what he shared with his fellow teammates. #SlutsforPresidentNylander

Oh bb you’re on fire with these questions 🔥 not that I mind though! I’m totally here for it 🤍

Honestly, I don’t why but I always feel like men don’t really talk emotionally about sex - maybe some do, who am I to generalise 💦 anyhow, I do also believe that maybe as they mature they do have a tendency to open up a little - at least about the ‘good’ parts 😉

But without further ado… 👑

"Come on, Willy... you're practically cracking your face with all the smiling - what's she like?" Järnkrok and Lagessoncouldn't hold back their curiosity about William's newfound love life.

Ever since your relationship with him started, the lads noticed William's upbeat state of mind—always happy, almost giggly, and completely satisfied. Despite his usual laid-back nature, William now exuded a more joyful and positive spirit.

"I don’t know... she’s," William chuckled, sounding like an embarrassed teenager about to spill his first-time experience when touching a boob. "She’s just curious, you know…"

“There’s got to be more to it!” The boys pressed for more details, eager to uncover the mystery behind William's transformation.

"Well," he began with a mischievous grin, contemplating how much to reveal. "You know how she wasn't exactly the most experienced... you know, in bed..."

"Yeah, that's our point exactly! Like are YOU being satisfied?”

"Oh yeah! I mean, I sort of just tried a few things with her... showed her a few ways to do things, and, well, she's been quite keen on trying out more." William couldn't help but share, a mix of pride and a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Like what?" Calle continued, unable to contain his curiosity. "Is she kinky or something?"

Having known William for a little while, the Swedes were aware of his slightly naughtier side beneath his boyish attitude. And moreover, his occasional need for female company.

"No, not at all," William chuckled. "I mean, at least she wasn’t..." He left a teasing pause, inviting the imagination of his friends to run wild with speculation.

"Ooh," sounds of intrigue escaped from the lads, eager to fill in the gaps of William's tantalising revelation. Though the boys didn’t always share their intimacy in detail, they had still swapped stories about various experiences.

“And you can… like, let off some steam?” Calle offered a quick wink, not so subtly indicating that perhaps many of the hockey players had a tendency to release frustration - and sometimes that would be in the bedroom.

William's smirk only widened, realising you had become just as much of a tease as he was, pushing limits and testing his patience.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled darkly. “She’s always good for me when she needs to be.”

His dark whisper prompted amused expressions and almost jealous looks from the lads as they heard about William's experiences with you.

“It's almost like she's Ana to your Christian Grey,” Calle teased, acknowledging the recent discussions about your increased sexual activity.

“You've really shown her the world – and now she’s testing the waters – she’s a kinky one, Willy, you could really have some fun with her,” Lagessonadded mischievously.

William pondered their words, finding it a bit amusing. Though he hadn’t read the books or paid much attention to the movies, he understood the reference.

“I guess so,” he chuckled once more.

#my asks #Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander #👑

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jellybeanium124 · 9 months

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Rating OFMD characters by how good they'd be at being a camp counselor

Stede: 9/10. Canonically great at having a fun time with kids (yeah he's a bad dad but he's great at having fun). Lots of imagination. Great at coming up with a supervising activities. He would have some difficulty keeping his authority but I believe in him.

Ed: 10/10. Tells stories. Wildly creative. Fun. Willing to run around with them. No issues keeping his authority.

Izzy: 0/10. While I believe being an asshole to children is a line Izzy would have trouble crossing, that doesn't make him good or well suited to being a camp counselor. Since he has no methods of keeping his authority besides fear, and scaring the children will get you in massive trouble, he has no ability to keep control over his campers. He is the opposite of fun. Also he'd hate this job.

Jim: 5/10. Being a camp counselor requires some emotional availability which Jim struggles with (kids will tend to follow your lead, if you try to bond with them and model healthy behaviors they'll follow to some extent, versus being closed-off and distant). I think they could get the hang of it and perhaps would improve by the end of the summer.

Olu: 10/10. Do I need to explain this one? Leadership skills, emotional intelligence, kindness. Of course he'd be a great camp counselor.

Lucius: 7/10. While I think he'd be a really fun counselor, he'd probably be a biiiit to chill and lax and be on his phone a bit too much and might accidentally say something inappropriate. Of course, he's got the emotional maturity down pat and I think he would have a knack for being good with kids.

Black Pete: 4/10. Pete would try. He really would try. He just wouldn't be very good at it.

Jack: 1/10. He gets one point over Izzy for at least being able to have fun. He'd be a fucking awful camp counselor.

Fang: 8/10. Fang has kindness, and I think he can probably assert his authority if he needs too. Definitely a chill counselor.

Buttons: look honestly idk how to rate Buttons. I have no idea if he'd be good with kids. He could be anything.

The Swede: 3/10. The Swede is sweet and nice but he has 0 presence as an authority. His campers would be running wild.

Roach: 6/10. Roach is creative and resourceful but I'm not sure how good he'd be with kids. He'd probably accidentally forget to make his stories child-appropriate but he'd apologize.

Frenchie: 8/10. I think Frenchie is secretly really good at working with kids. I can't explain this one but it's a feeling I have.

Wee John: 7/10. I'm also unsure of exactly how Wee John would do as a camp counselor. I think he'd definitely do a good job but idk if he'd do a great job.

#ofmd #our flag means death

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lostinwoso · 2 years

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I love rolfo🫠 honestly I love the whole swewnt to be fair. Even though I’m from Spain.

Haunted House (Fridolina Rolfö x Reader)

A/N: Impossible to not love the whole SweWnt tbh.

With Halloween around the corner and a fair with a haunted house in the city, the team decided that this would be the perfect activity for today's team bonding session. The haunted house was well designed from the outside, an old damaged wood house that looks like it’s on the blink of falling apart with curtains and spiderwebs hanging around everywhere.

Standing in line, your eyes scan over the house over and over again, silently wishing that maybe the universe is on your side for once and can help you to prevent yourself from having to go in there without having to admit your fear to your entire team.

A sudden soft touch on your shoulder breaks you out of your thoughts and makes you jump and turn around quickly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”, your teammate Fridolina apologizes softly, taking her hand from your shoulder.

“It’s okay, I was just a bit lost inside my head, anything you wanted?”, your reply after calming down from your short moment of shock, “Only two people at a time are allowed to enter, so I thought we could pair up?”, she asks you with her signature smile on her face.

“Yeah, of course!”, you answer probably a little too fast but why turn her down when she is tall enough to hide behind during the entire nightmare?

“Great, because it’s almost our turn.”, she points behind you. Turning around, you see that it is indeed almost your turn, only Patri and Claudia are still in front of you waiting for their turn to enter the haunted house.

It doesn’t take long before they enter the house and you two are now standing in front of the entrance, taking a deep breath you try to calm yourself down but the screams of your teammates inside make it harder and harder to keep your cool.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit tense?”, the woman next to you takes notice,tearing your eyes away from the house, you glance at her, ”Yes, I’m perfectly fine.”, you lie through your teeth not wanting to reveal how scared you are over a silly haunted house.

Frido doesn’t seem really convinced by your answer as she sends you a questioning look, “Are you sure? We don’t-”, “You can go in now.”, she started off but got interrupted by the man who organizes the attraction.

Wanting to get it done as fast as possible, you take Fridolina by her wrist and pull her into the now open doors of the haunted house. But as soon as you two are inside, you come to a halt, the creepy decoration and music plus barely being able to see anything, makes you question if you really prefer going through this instead of getting teased by your teammates.

Before you can decide though, the decision gets taken away from you when the door behind you suddenly falls close with a slam, making both of you jump this time, “Alright, I guess we have to do this now”, your teammate speaks up after a moment of you two just standing there. You let out a nervous laugh, swinging your hands back and forth from being nervous, “Yea… I guess we do, why don’t you take the lead? I can’t really see well here.”.

“You know I can see just as much as you do, right?”, Frido questions but does take the first steps forward. Deciding not to answer, you quickly follow behind her, trying to stay as close as possible to her so you can’t see what’s happening and hoping that you would get less scared from the jumpscares that are about to happen.

Walking through drapes, you both are met with a corridor where multiple doors can be found on each site. “Okay.”, the swede in front of you mutters lightly, making her way slowly down the corridor with you in tow trying to stay alert as possible to reduce the chance of being scared.

Getting closer to then end of the corridor, your eyes flicker between the remaining doors, trying to predict where the scare will come from but a second after your eyes left the door to the left, to check on the right door, a employee dressed in a zombie costume comes jumped out of the door to your left.

Screaming, you jump to the side and grab the sides of the taller woman to pull her in front of you to shield you from the jumpscare, almost making both of you fall to the ground when you trip slightly over your own feet while trying to move backwards to create some distance. The employee makes a few more weird zombie noises before disappearing back behind the door.

You rest your forehead onto the back of the woman, whom you still have in a tight hold, trying to calm down so your heart won’t beat out of your chest. It seems like Frido also needed a small moment to recover but after a moment she pulls out of your grasp and turns around to face you, “Did you just use me as your human shield?”.

“What? No… I was trying to pull us both away from the threat?”, you say but your explanation comes out more as a question than actually a proper explanation, she sends you a daring look, “Okay, maybe I was?”.

The swede shakes her head, “I can’t believe you would have just sacrificed me like that.”.

“I panicked! I didn’t even want to go in here in the first place!”, you try to defend yourself.

“I could tell but I think we have no other choice than to continue.”.

You let out a groan at her words, knowing that you have no choice and that the scares will only continue to get worse from this point on, “I know.”.

Pulling you at your wrist this time she beckons you to continue moving with her, “You can stay behind me, okay? But pull me once more in front of you to actively work as a shield and I’m going to leave you behind.”, the playful tone in her voice lets you know that she is not completely serious about her words but deciding that you rather not take your chance on being left behind, you nod your head in agreement, “Understood.”.

With that the journey through the haunted house continues. You feel as if you were stuck in a nightmare or something, countless amounts of dressed up employees jumping out of random places, scaring you non-stop. Your screams seem to get louder with every single scare, probably loud enough to entertain everyone who is walking past the attraction.

You are now clinging onto your teammate, eyes tightly shut, face pressed into her back, silently praying that it will be over any moment, as if your prayers were heard Frido speaks up, “I think we made it.”. Removing your face from her back, grip still tight around her though, you take a glimpse to look ahead.

Your eyes are met with a drape, where light visibly shines through and the noise of the fair rings through the thin cover.

Letting go of the tall woman in front of you, you make a break for the exit. Arriving outside you bend over, resting your hands on your knees, taking deep breaths to calm down from the horror experience you just went through, “Thank god, it’s over.”.

Too focused on yourself, you miss Patri sneaking up on you, only noticing her presence when she lets out a loud scream right next to you. Jumping away from her, you let out a scream once more.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?”, you yell at the midfielder who is clutching her stomach in laughter.

Fridolina had made her way out by now as well, trying to suppress her own laugh when noticing the horrified look on your face and the way Patri is almost on the floor from laughing so hard.

“Really first you use me as your shield and then you leave me behind?”

“I didn’t leave you behind! We knew it was the exit!”, you try to defend yourself.

“Well I guess you got what you deserve for leaving me behind.”, she says, a smirk forming on her face, motioning to Patri, who is now standing next to Claudia, watching something on her phone. Listening a bit closer, you can recognize your own scream replaying, from the device.

“Really? You all suck.”, you mutter to yourself. Frido, who heard what you said, lets out a laugh, throwing her arm around your shoulder, “Come on, I'll buy you a tea after being so brave, I’m sure your throat needs it after all the screaming.”.

Rolling your eyes at her words, you let her lead you away from the haunted house, to buy you that tea, silently hoping that it will help to reduce the pain you already are feeling in your throat.

Safe to say that you will never step foot into a haunted house again.

#fridolina rolfö x reader #fridolina rolfö imagine #fridolina rolfö imagines #woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine

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norsesuggestions · 5 months

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On the topic of 19th century polar expedition were everyone are greatly unprepared for what they were actually doing

Well the original reason i started to look up different polar expeditions was because i stumbled over the swedish engeeiner Andrée attempt to reach the north pole in:

A hydrogen balloon!

When the technology was new! And he knew very little about actually using the balloon. But he knew even less about the north pole.

They went in summer because:

"The north pole got great weather in the summer for a balloon. Always sunny and and calm above the still ocean and smooth ice sheet"

(In reality summer means non stop fog and shifting winds. The ice sheet is melting and then freezing when the temp hovers around zero degress. This means it melts, moved and crashes into itself non stop.

The ice at the north pole is not you know. Anchored in land. Except at the edges were it sometimes reaches land. But in the summer it does not always reach land. So, no calm ice sheet, it is stormy broken landscape of arctic ocean with gigantic ice sheets crashing into eachother, breaking eachother, building up fun ice walls etc while the wind and oceans moves them around)

But! Andrée was gonna go with two lads across the north pole in a balloon.

2. Start in Svalbard and then just go were the wind takes them. Then he would land in "alaska, russia or canada" and just "walk to the nearest town and then take the train back to sweden idk"

(seriously his plan for post north pole flight was. Well i will be somewere in the arctic, i guess i will find humans and then go home?

At least, to his credit he knew and admitted that humans lived nearby the north pole, and he would be able to. Talk to them about how to get home. On the other hand, he was swedish so.... sweden has 30% of its surface within the polar circle. He started his travel from Norways Svalbard. So honestly, living in total ignorance of the people in northen sweden and norway would be absurd. And that it logically should be lots of people in equally northen places who knew in which direction the nearest train station/harbour were.

But! Some southern 19th century swedes would not have realised this so??? The bar is so low it have sunken to the south pole, but!)

But problem here is of course not that he gets that there are people to talk to when you have crossed the north pole. It is, that he do not grasp he might need to walk 1 week to reach these people. And what would our three stockholm dwelling southern swedes wear for their north pole expedition?

3. Normal southern swedish winter clothes! For you know around -10 to about -0 C. And living in a city were one can walk inside at any time.

Anyway their balloon crashed two days into the expedition on the that summer arctic ocean ice. And they needed to walk back to Svalbard archipelago.

It took 3 MONTHS. Because somehow Andrée had lived in denial that he might you know. Just crash into the arctic ocean. So all that. "I will just go the city and buy some coffee" planning did so not work out.

It took 3 months because Andrée and his two other expedition lads had no planning to actually needing to trek across the previously mentioned moving ocean ice. Also, the ice was as i mentioned MOVING.

Something they did realise. They did have all the academic skills in have to measure there movement across earth via stars, but not the.. pracitcal skills to solve how to get were they wanted to go.

Tbh i impressed that these 3 stockholm lads, all academic types, made it 3 months. What i mean is that, i would except most current day stockholmers to die much earlier tbh.

They also hunted polar bears like it is no big deal??? I mean they had guns so it was not difficult as such. But once again, tbh would expected my fellow stockholmers to be eaten earlier.

In general they appear to be good at hunting, which tbh finds interesting in contrast to other failed polar expedition were they run out of food. Perhaps swedens population having a hunting tradition were it was a important part for both getting food and the get money for ones household helped?

What i mean is that hunting was not just a upper class hobby as in some european countries at the time. It was just a normal way people got food.

Anyway, ones again the bar is low it sunk to the south pole haha. The 3 lads of Andrée expedition knew how to hunt and prepare wild animals. As the majority of people living within and near the polar circle

ANYWAY

In the end they did reached the Svalbard archipelago again. Finally not on moving ice anymore! But it was a remote island few ever visited... Shortly afterwards they all three die.

Exact cause of death is unknown, but personally i am surprised these 3 stockholmers even lived 3 months on sea ice?? 3 unprepared stockholmers? Like i am just like, obvoiusly they would not survive, there are so many things that can kill when you are just 3 indoor lads out in the arctic so....

We know all these details btw because in the 1930s the found the expedition and all there papers. And photos! Lots still able to be looked so

Anyway this was a rambling info dump of what i learned about the Andrée expedition these lasts days

#blogkeeping #andrées polar expedition #there are so much more things that made it obvoius this was so badly planned #and a unrealstic plan #doomed from the start!!#long post

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bamboobrat · 1 year

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succession s4 e5 recap: swedish elon and his logan roy tribute band

time is a flat circle and we are back to ken hyping himself listening to rap, driving to the office.

anyone feeling nostalgic yet?

he is immediately caught off guard by the fact that roman and shiv are already there.

also he seems like the worst boss ever.

i really don't like ken when he is not hitting rock bottom.

(there is a movie about a sleeping robot in a cave that takes up too much time in this episode. let's not get into all that)

the old guard checks up on the CE-bros before their trip to norway.

matchy matchy<3

turns out mattson wants them all there (why wouldn't he?) so THE GANG IS GOING TO NORWAY! lets bleed the swede!*

*as a norwegian, i approve this message

mortality has set into team krank, as they put on compression socks before the flight.

krank is not here to have fun. krank has no young mistress to impress. krank is serious.

shiv has noticed ken's leaks to the media from last week because she is boss. it's the comeback we've been waiting for.

but most importantly, she is waging a very important war against tom and his stupid new sneakers:

the sibs say they can kill tom for her. that's brotherly love.

hugo is not having a good time.

i am tho.

gerri rallies the troops by shitting on europeans.

yes mommy tell me i'm weak because i have free healthcare! sit on my face

gerri for CEO. always.

they accurately depict what it is like driving in norway:

(this is why i don't have my licence)

the gang arrives in the motherland and it's beautiful, but rainy (so authentic) and are all like WHY THESE WOOD CABINS SO SMALL?!

ironic because jeremy lives in fucking denmark.

anyway, whatever this is:

I DO NOT APPROVE!

the trip up to mount olympus is interrupted by con saying he can send a picture of their dead dad to the group chat.

nobody wants to see it.

also, marcia is putting logan in a kilt like the fucking bay city rollers and con had to cancel a room full of working class whites in cleveland. the sacrifice.

they give con carte blanche for the whole funeral thing, which is probably a terrible decision.

the funeral is going to be one big campaign rally, i'm serious.

the others have to settle for a nice lil scandi brunch spread. what a hard life.

i don't say this often, but i would be hugo in this scenario, piling onto my plate like it's nobody's business.

karolina has a cute lesbian moment.

she says something in swedish at some point, but let me tell you, i understand swedish and i didn't even pick up on it. no shade to dag, but lol.

hugo doesn't understand how ski jumping works.

i thank the writers for putting this joke in there, even if literally no one other than random scandi people will get it.

it's like the opposite of danny boyle's the beach<3 give back to the community<3

roman enters negotiations and puts his fingers in the caviar.

you think i didn't notice? after all this time, you must know i notice everything.

the CE-bros make the village elders proud, as mattson offers 187 per share as long as he gets ATN.

also, gerri does a second take looking back at roman. these are the crumbs i am destined to live on, i guess. roman doesn't want to give up ATN tho, probably because 1) his dad wanted ATN 2) his dad told him he wouldn't make it at pierce and belongs at ATN 3) he is, somehow, the most rational of the siblings right now????

speaking of rational: how are we feeling about the shiv/mattson potential here? i honestly have zero objections.

shiv is like fuck yeah, sell ATN, that shit is toxic.

agreed, but who gave mencken an open line to ATN-meetings? sounds like something logan told cyd to do during one of those late night calls.

"even dad had a line" rings true zero percent. pass.

get rid of atn. word is, they don't even have tucker carlson anymore? just keep a sweater, much less racist.

we get some important leo dicap representation:

and greg is the bringer of all that is exposition, telling us there is a kill list with 8 to 9 names, ever evolving.

now, as most readers of these recaps would know, i would like to avoid spending any time on greg whatsoever (made even more poignant by the recent rumors about nick), however, this must be one of the best exchanges of dialogue ever made:

greg: da fam shiv: da fuck

that's all.

tom tells the swedes that americans don't care about the rest of the world and it's funny because it's true.

and alex being like "you're ALL related?!"

i see you, succession writers, i see you.

mattson calls waystar a parts shop and has a good take on right wing media:

"i dont think news for angry, old men works"

instead, he opts for bloomberg grey: simple, cheap, huge, ikea'd to fuck. i do love ikea.

he calls the sibs a tribute band which is harsh. even for a scandi, it's fucking harsh.

anyway, SAUNA! SAUNA! SAUNA!

GERRI. IN. SAUNA! (chant with me)

i will never forget what the succession writers took from me.

krank out here just chilling.

i've never shipped anyone more.

we are introduced to ebba. i can tell i'd have more to say on this in any other situation, but it just feels weird (all norwegian know each other, i guess).

anyone else here for the shiv/mattson dynamic?

i'm sorry, i kind of ship it????

ken wants to tank the deal and roman immediately calls him out on his destructive bullshit:

and then immediately caves.

"i think we are good at running the ship" they say after doing it for approximately 24 hours.

i wish i had their confidence.

also, pinky can't dance, according to ken, so they keep shiv out. meanwhile, she gets cozy with lukas, who asks her about her marriage (bad) and tells her he sends liters of blood to ebba (also bad).

shiv shows us why she is paid the big bucks for political advice:

we don't see the end of their night, so i'm just going to assume they fucked. because she's worth it.

also, talking up gerri and karolina? girlies stick together<3

big bi vibes here. huge. idc if she's pregnant and drinking.

meanwhile, the CE-bros use greg to leak that the negotiations are souring. why would you trust greg with anything?

in an attempt to fuck the deal, the CE-bros show a terrible film to the swedish team, as if being scandi doesn't mean you've sat through enough terrible cinema already....

we get the strangest fight in tv history:

lol @ us for thinking this was an important moment for the two of them and then it's a fight about white sneakers and fat earlobes.

i sure hope shiv fucked lukas.

roman receives a photo of his dead dad and it doesn't really put him in the right place to negotiate with mattson:

ouch.

leave it to kieran to make an emmy-worthy speech across from alex skarsgaard peeing.

the plan was: tank the deal, but in a subtle way. what they did: try and tank the deal, but in a not very subtle way. did the deal tank: no.

i hope you understand.

the question is, if a deal collapses in the woods and no one hears it, is it a SEC violation?

mattson ends up offering 192 per share. karl jizzes his pants.

shiv gives the little spelunker tom a lil treat, telling him to fire cyd.

then she asks him out?

and ignores him again because she is taking a call from mattson?

idk my dudes, but i'm into this shiv comeback.

mattson seems happy and flirty and i sure as shit hope this goes somewhere.

as long as it doesn't involve liters of frozen blood.

i have a feeling it will be all good vibes until he learns about her pregnancy. there's always something rotten in the state of denmark (or norway, or sweden, but it's all the same).

the waystar-team receives the kill list after the offer and it's very stressful for a few people who made themselves suffer through a session in the sauna:

not on the kill list: karolina gerri tom because shiv fucking did the thing!!

oh, and karl and frank are on the kill list, but i think they are just fine.

maybe the real treasure was the compression socks we made along the way.

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 28 days

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I love the cameo tiaras history

I think Madeleine has been the only blood Swedish princess other than one of her aunts to have not wore the cameo tiara

Sofia seems to have been given a new tiara like how Victoria and Madeleine had their eighteenth birthday tiaras

Yes, the Cameo Tiara's history is what makes it my favorite. I love the history behind it, especially how it seems to be the significant tiara of choice for the Swedish ladies.

And I'm glad that it's not just the queen who wears the Cameo Tiara. I like that it's genuinely a family tiara in that way, and I wish the BRF shared tiaras the way the Swedes do.

It would help make the royal-watching a little bit more fun because honestly, it is kind of stale to know that Anne will probably wear the Festoon Tiara, Kate will wear Cambridge Knots, Camilla the Grenville Boucheron Honeycomb, and Sophie the aquamarine. I had hopes that Charles would throw open the royal vaults to let the ladies have more options but it doesn't look like that may be the case.

#ask #brf #swedish royal family #tiaras

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umbra-loaf · 1 year

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How I think Five would display affection throughout the seasons because season 4 is threatening me. (And I’m a hopeless romantic)

Season 1

· Just fondly looking at you really. He doesn’t have time for much else, can you blame him?

· He would wear himself out, kind of like when he passed out in the library. Would lay his head on your shoulder and fall asleep.

· Glared at Klaus after he smacked him in the face to make it look like they were attacked, daring him to try that on you.

· I feel like when he got back from the Commission fiasco he didn’t tell you about the shrapnel in his side, but when he wakes up from Grace’s care he just smiles as you gently scold him. “You’re an idiot, you could have DIED, i should just let you stay in bed-”

· Unlike his siblings, who would grab each other by the back of their collar to stop each other from going somewhere, he doesn’t want to hurt you/choke you. Grabs you by the belt loop, stops you from going too far and doesn’t hurt you.

· Got annoyed when Hazel just took the whole blender and chugged the drink, so he sighs and lets you drink from his if you were still thirsty.

· Would mention dancing to old records with you when he thought you stopped the apocalypse.

· Would not be too affectionate, as you can see. Mainly just small things because, again, saving the world...

Season 2

· He probably saw you with his siblings (depending on your preference on being an Umbrella/Commission agent before jumping back to 2019 with him) and therefore saw you do some damage to the Soviet soldiers, also knowing that you died in that nuke when Hazel transported him back before the attempt on Kennedy.

· Even if he just saw you before making the jump, that kind of messed him up, so he basically interrogates Elliot after he mentions he’s been keeping track of “people that fell from a blue portal that are definitely aliens”.

· If he doesn’t find you first, Diego is stuck having to listen to him go on about finding you.

· Eventually has you by his side again, and he’s more clingy.

· Hugs you tightly first, whispering how he missed you.

· Would hold your hand more. Diego has his girlfriend, so why can’t Five hold his partners hand?

· If you start going on a tangent about something that you learned while in Dallas? He’s listening, eyes on you and ears tuning everyone else out.

· When he goes to the gathering that the Mystical Twelve have, he takes a moment to blend in, happily taking you by the hand and dancing a little bit with you, muttering about how it’s “been a while since we danced like this”.

· Melts when you tend to his wounds after fighting the Swedes that same night. Just wide eyed, maybe muttering about how you could just “kiss it better” and smirking when you shake your head and smile.

· Holds your waist when you scold him after going after Reginald, cleaning up his neck as he sits in a chair.

· Wants you to stay with Elliot when he’s looking for the others. Not because he doesn’t trust you, but because then he’ll know where you are, and you would have company, even if it is Elliot. (I love Elliot)

· Not wearing Jeans/pants with belt loops in Dallas? Not going to stop him, he’ll grab your waist to make sure you don’t move. At this point he doesn’t care if the others see, the only one that isn’t dealing with real romance is Luther, anyway.

· Doesn’t really want you to go with him and Luther to get the briefcase from himself, because the other you will also be there, and he doesn’t want both of you to go through the Paradox Psychosis.

· You do anyway, and he just grumbles the whole time because he doesn’t want to do anything embarrassing.

· Will glare when the older version of himself talks to you, makes Luther think he skipped all the other six steps and went straight to homicidal rage, honestly.

· After that there’s no time for affection, not when The Handler has all her men running after you and shooting.

· Would push you into the house and cover you with his body under the table.

· Doesn’t want you fighting but knows you can handle it so he’s not fighting you to get to safety. If anything he’s glad you can take care of yourself.

· When The Handler comes in and shoots everyone his first instinct was to grab you and shield you, but you had already moved to take most of the hits. As he comes to, nearly dead, he has tears in his eyes as he sees not only his siblings dead around him but you as well, hand over where his heart is. (Its so sad but romantic at the same time i will die on this hill)

· When he rewinds time back, he’s determined to stop her from doing it again, and when Viktor finishes helping Harlan, he takes the time between that moment and the moment when you use the briefcase to just have you close.

· Wraps his arms around you and just sighs into your shoulder.

· Softly kisses your temple.

· Tries to patch up any wounds you have with the supplies Sissy has.

· He has you hold his hand when he opens the case to go back to 2019

Season 3

· Although things are different, Ben is alive and Umbrella Academy no longer exists, he thinks the timeline is perfect.

· Talks of retirement with you and manages to convince Chet to give you an extra room. Don’t ask how, he probably found some way to do it.

· This give him to opportunity to actually be a couple with you. Dancing? Hell yeah.

· He doesn’t care about anything else now that he feels that everyone is safe. He’ll turn on the record player and take you by the hand and just dance with you, smiling and humming along with the music.

· Would hold on to you in his sleep because damn it he hasn’t been able to actually sleep with you in 20 days.

· Will wake up early and just look at you, just taking in your features.

· If you wake up and catch him, he will blush, but he keeps smiling.

· Wants to take his time getting ready for the day, his siblings are probably still passed out so what’s the rush? He will even offer to brush your hair/help you get ready.

· Will stand next to you in the bathroom and brush his teeth with you.

· When Klaus mentions going to Pennsylvania? Five is bringing you.

· He WANTS to see the Ball of Twine with you.

· Sits with you in the back of the car while Klaus deals with his mommy problem, only to sigh in frustration when the two of you realize that all the cows are missing.

· Tells you he needs to go back to the commission with Lila to find out what’s happening.

· He did not like what he learned.

· (this is my own thing, but you can change it lol) You died to help stop the Kugel Blitz and Five is NOT happy. Not only is he missing a whole arm, but he doesn’t have you.

· When he returns? Lila goes to hug Diego but Five doesn’t even stop to listen to Allison complain about how he had a case. He’s finding you.

· Becomes even more affectionate knowing that the world is, once again, ending. And that you, tragically, died. He doesn’t want that. But he doesn’t want to save the world again.

· When Luther and Sloane want to have their wedding? He thinks it’s dumb, of course, but he sees how excited you get and he can’t help but smile.

· Can’t even speak to you in the beginning of the wedding, he just thinks you look amazing.

· Pulls you to a table for the drinks and grabs some food he knows you’ll like, carrying them with him as he sits next to you.

· We’ve seen drunk Five, and I give you this: Drunkenly in love Five. His speech to Luther is all about how he sees the spark that he has with you. It’s meant to tell everyone he’s happy for the two but really it just sounds like he’s confessing his love for you into a microphone so everyone in the world can hear it…because everyone in the world can.

· Constantly will want to dance with you, slow dancing, two step, all the dancing.

· When it comes to the slow songs he’s whispering things into your ear, just things in general too. “You look nice.” “Have you tried the fruit kebabs?” “Do you see that light over there? It’s really bright.” It doesn’t have to be sexual or anything, he’s just talking honestly.

· Will cover your face in kisses the whole time too.

· When he learns that they have no choice but to go to Hotel Oblivion he’s very…yeah.

· Wants to keep you close at all times because even though he never told you what his other self told him, Lila knows and sees how worried he is about your safety. And she is too, she likes you, you got along in Dallas, you didn’t have any hard feelings against her. (I also love Lila)

· Reginald…has other plans. He splits everyone up and keeps you with him and the Sparrows, but we all know he didn’t even go with them. You didn’t either.

· He uses you to protect himself for when he rings that damn bell, only for Klaus to interrupt him. He has no choice but to ring it when he sees you running at him after he knocks Klaus out.

· Five is worried the whole time, of course.

· When everyone finally gets back together, he has you by the hand, checking you over.

· The damn stars.

· He sees them and then loses his arm, he’s not even worried about the blood that’s gushing from him, everything that his other self had told him was becoming true.

· When he rushed for the final star, that damn thing’s blade was flying at him, and you had no choice. (Can you believe i can’t remember its name, but i remember the whole plot of the show)

· He was stuck watching you bleeding and dying in front of him as his very life was being sucked out of him.

· When Allison finally gives in and stops Reginald, Five falls to your side, exhausted, tears in his eyes.

· Everything fell apart for him.

· Then, Allison presses the button.

· He’s in the courtyard with his siblings, minus Luther, Sloane, Allison, and you.

· His arm is back, surprisingly. But why care?

· The elevator opens and Luther is there, and for a moment Five cant breathe.

· You walk out with Luther and run for him and he grabs you. Whispers about how he thought he lost you, how you’re a fool (affectionately of course.) And how much he loves you.

· Everyone is just happy for a moment, not paying attention really.

· Five, after 20 plus long days, has you with him, and he can’t stop himself anymore.

· Season three is where he becomes a true romantic, and you thought he wouldn’t kiss you on the lips? He saved that for a moment like this.

· It’s not even like a hard/rough kiss. Like its strong and full of affection, but soft at the same time, like if he kisses you too hard, you’ll break.

· No one has powers anymore, so what do you do?

· Lila has the solution: Live your lives.

· Five will happily grab your hand and lead you off, ready for who knows what.

Season 4 will definitely NOT give me this but I’m giving you this.

· Idc how the plot works in the show all Ik is that I will cry so You get a cute house.

· You get a house, and a garden, and a dog (you want Mr. Pennycrumb? You get him. Get that baby)

· You have a happy life!!!!!

· Five finally grows up with you without fear of the apocalypse. He’ll do anything for you to keep this moment.

· Takes you out for cute little dinners every other week.

· He’s a sappy old man, and he loves you.

· He still wants to dance to old records with you and sit next to you and listen to your breathing while you do literally anything.

· I can’t stress this enough, you’re happy. You get up with the others sometimes and just have brunch sometimes, catching up.

· Do whatever you want babe your life isn’t in danger anymore, not while I’m in charge.

· You want kids, you got them. Adopt, do it the normal way, idc and Five doesn’t either. He might not be the best with kids but he wants to have that typical family life with you.

· No kids? No problem. He’s fine with that, besides, he only needs you.

· No matter what happens, he has you. He cares, he loves you, he’s on his knees with an actual ring to make it real.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk ily.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #five hargreeves #umbrella academy imagine #five hargreeves headcanons

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meteor752 · 7 months

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Episode 8 thoughts

I’m scared

Philosophy with Edward, good start

He looks strangely cute honestly, like a very happy boy

Alright, random guy just aggressively “HMMMMMM”

You indoctrinating them into your sea cult Eddie?

Random guy being more aggressive, aight

At this point I had to leave for class, so like tbc for me

Okay I’m back!

Aww they hugging :)

Mans name is pop pop?

Okay it’s not

I adore Ed’s hair, but I think that’s a given here

Yeah okay mans is strugglin

Bye bye Eddie!

Prince boy is back…hurray

Spanish Jackie is absolutely slaying, I adore her

Aaaaaaaand, I have class again, jolly good

If I get called away again I’m gonna loose it

Oh great the stupid nose jar is back

Oh no Swede!!

Oh the bridge is back!

This is a strange friendship, but I kinda love it. The gay loser and bisexual girlboss is back

Let’s go Stede! Save your bestie!

Eddie nooooooooooooo

Eddie yessssssssssssss

Goth Ed is back, ready to avenge his bf

My god he looks fucking cool

OH THE KRAKEN

Izzy keeps on being the best character of the season

I think Prince boy has a crush on Izzy, just like the rest of the fandom

What you trynna do prince boy

“It’s about belonging to something when the world has told you you’re nothing” pirating keeps on being an allegory for the queer community, and it keeps being so sweet, especially to Izzy’s story

Wait when did Roach and Fang even get here?

THOSE LETTERS ARE NOT FOR YOU MISTER

Casually reading the letter while stabbing a guy, he just keeps on winning

The fanfics were right!!! He did find the letters!

“YOU WROTE ME A LOVELY LETTER!!” gurl saaaaaaame

THE BLACK BEACH!!

Girlboss is helping!!

STEARD!!!

Smooch!

I’m so soft…

That reunion is all I ever wanted out of this show actually

“For love!!” Stede we don’t deserve you

Don’t ya dare touch Lucius scarf!

Oh Auntie is alive!

When did Jim become the crew doctor? They are somehow worse at it than Roach I’d say

New trio to obsess over

Edward Teach canonically did a flip during a fight, my baby

They are both so supportive to their golden retriever friend/bf

Babe!!

“But you’re not a man. You’re soft” alright auntie

Trans Oluwande?

Izzy keeps saying eat the rich, and we stan him

Izzy!!!!!!! Hell yes!!!!

Oh oh my god

Please don’t tell me Swede died for that!

Oh okay no he’s like that princess bride dude, aight

Olu is a great support system

Ed is slaying in his gay ass sitting way

I DID NOT CONSENT TO HAVING A FULL BARE ARSE JUST DISPLAYED IN FRONT OF ME

Stede looks surprisingly sexy in that outfit

Alright, a little Archie Jim action, hell yeah

How come every time they kiss Izzy is just, in the background

THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD!!

Frenchie!

Girlbosses, all of them

HOLY FUCKING SHIT JIM

Aww, Eddie cares <3

Aww, Izzy does not care <3

Frenchie helps Izzy! Fuck do I ship that now?

If Izzy dies I’m gonna throw my computer

Izzy remains the best even while on deaths door

Wait he called him Eddie?

Okay I don’t have captions, so I have no idea what Izzy is saying here

WHAT ARE THEY SAYING?!?!

Okay I heard Twat

Something about family?

Oh my god…

Okay I’m not throwing my computer because it’s technically my school’s computer but like bruv

NO!!!

IZZY!!!!!!!!

Why him??????

Zheng apart of the crew? Ayo?

Stede don’t push it

WEDDING!!!

Why is Wee John officiating?

Maybe it’s because he’s Calypso

Oh no they’re all officiating that’s sweet

Mateys!!!

Roach is a doll

Frenchie is officially the first mate? Ayo???

INNKEEPERS!!!!!!!!!

Does that mean Frenchie is the captain??

The cravat!

Hi Buttons

Frenchie!

I think this is the first interaction Wee John and Frenchie has had all season, which is sad honestly

If we get a season 3, it better switch povs between The Revenge and Stede and Ed’s adventures as innkeepers, together with their pet bird Buttons and the ghost of Izzy

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ccl-c · 7 months

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some things i wanted to draw a while ago but never had the time because work has been so intense. now that s2 ended this way …

long rambling below:

i had been having a very bad feeling about the “devastating loss” and fuck it really happened (it being foreshadowed from ep1 is kind of funny but fuck).

i did enjoy the episode, and if this is the end of the show i'm good with that. ep8 isn't just about izzy's death obviously, nor is the season or the show about izzy, and i know it's a bridge season where problems are not solved, but i need a way to get over this, so.

within the episode i think the death is beautiful, but within his whole arc, for me it's the timing and david's explanations that i found kind of awkward and disappointing. it might be because the budget got cut but i think also because izzy's arc was a bit too prioritised especially if david wanted to stick to the mentor-death-in-act-two trope (izzy is my favourite character but i have been feeling the unbalance since ep3).

izzy's last speech sounded almost too early for ed's arc. letting a repressed traumatised amputated (also talented and romantic and sometimes humourous) elder apologise for what he believed half of his lifetime and die voluntarily (to some extent; i think he said “i wanna go” mostly because he knew the wound was fatal, but then why must it be fatal it was on the left side?) when he was just physically and mentally getting better is tragic but it also could have been a more satisfying death. i am very biased and very bad at literature, but i think if izzy and ed got to earnestly communicate about their relationship and past issues, if ed had more interactions with the crew to (re)build the mutual love, and maybe if besides telling ed to “just be ed” izzy really got to see it (when he's not dying), his story would be more complete and he would really be leaving at his happiest.

of course death is inevitable in life and unpredictable in piracy, of course there are tropes in tv shows, and of course it's part of the journey for the audience to feel devastated. but i read multiple interviews and the central idea just seems to be “the mentor often dies in the second act” which is valid in itself, but then s2 becomes “how can we make the most out of his last moments” (after posting this i heard that “funerals strengthen families” dropped; i'm just so disappointed i don't know what to say). honestly i was confused about how david said “let's give con all the toys he could play with” (yes if i had con in my show for one last season i'd want to let him do everything possible as well and i am grateful david did, but after all con played a side character; also it's cruel to “give him everything” while hiding the ending from him until halfway through the shooting); it's supposed to be a story and not a talent show (um). if time is too short for his ideal arc then maybe he should do fewer things but each better paced, or maybe the mentor-death-in-act-two trope needed to be adjusted, or maybe it wasn't the right trope at all.

i might be dumb but i didn't see the mentor-hero relationship before stede said blackbeard said izzy made him the captain he was, and even then i honestly thought it was mostly stede talking for ed. when david put it like that i can see little traits of it in s1, but i find the jesus-judas (jcs) dynamic much more obvious. let alone the father figure thing; didn't see it at all.

there are many ways to mark an end and for a recurring character to leave (buttons turning into a seagull was beautiful; the swede temporarily leaving to become jackie's husband was also lovely; but ivan's death mentioned by fang just looked like they had to get rid of him); ultimately what frustrates me is that it's unclear what the concept of death itself brings to izzy's arc at this point. major character “deaths” in this show is often associated with change or rebirth, and i'd expect a realistic humanly death from severe wound to also open up something new in his story or in general, even if his life ends here. maybe that's for s3. but for now he died just because their power-thirsty enemy hated him and his gorgeous speech and piracy; ed did not seem to consider the crew his family, nor did the crew seem to bother. piracy did become more about belonging though but that's not his legacy.

on a side note, letting a disabled elder (who was previously seen seriously irritating ricky) escort ricky and no one noticing ricky hid a gun? izzy was playing with fire (ha) to talk to ricky like that but at least ed and zheng and jim and jackie could have been more alert. then roach was asked to look for bandages and nothing happened afterwards? that was the guy who replanted his own arm back and who was ready to chop off lucius's finger. if he just came up to izzy's side and tried to take care of him and then izzy said “no it's too late i want to go painlessly”, or if someone said “let izzy and ed have their moment”, then okay, but having roach try to save izzy with no follow up is kind of disrespectful to roach's character.

with how much david loves izzy and con there probably was a better version of this story that didn't fully make it into the show. that said, i do work in a creative industry with various constraints in many directions; it happens that creators have intentions and priorities that the audience does not understand and vice versa, it happens that budgets got cut and what you deliver is not what you would have made in better circumstances, but when a mainstream tv show got such polarised reactions about one specific part of the story, there might be a real problem and the budget or the creative direction won't be enough to justify it.

then if all this is for izzy to be brought back in s3 i'm curious to see how it will be played out. his death was shown in such an explicit way and he even got buried on land (honestly the burial was weird and a bit creepy for me but well) it doesn't seem likely he survives again; it might be fun if he reincarnates as a creature or appears in new flashbacks, or in the gravey basket.

(also, now that izzy's dead, i hope con can share his version of the backstory of izzy's ring.)

my point is, maybe, that i think izzy's arc in s2 was so saturated and glamorous and full of potential that it felt too important to end, while the main romance and the crew's arc could have used some more time to address more context or some issues underlying since s1 for example. also lots of things weren't consistent and many interesting points were never addressed again, but i hope it's left open for s3.

but it doesn't undo what has been great about this show. the death scene itself was beautiful too, and the whole cast and crew deserve an hour-long standing ovation.

i guess it's just a bit like you went on a really fun roadtrip with a beloved friend but had an unexpected misunderstanding leading to conflict with said friend at the end of the last day. eventually you probably stay friends because you always had a good time, but you will be thinking about the conflict.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands

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Genuine questions I have about my dear Swedes, and I think you're the best with the headcanons about them.

• How were they recruited?

(I wondered about that.)

• What era are they from?

(They look old-fashioned for even the 60s, they seem to have come from a much older time considering the family photo and also the outfits and the "strangeness" they have with the 60s and America.)

MY FRIEND YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE for I am the keeper of the Elder Knowledge and the Mind-Vault of Fanon (aka I've been rotting about these guys since the ikea fam was live and kicking circa 2020 and haven't let go). I am TICKLED to finally be asked about them because they are My Guys and i love writing exorbitant amounts of information about them!!!! Especially their clothes!!! Needless to say I will not be brief, so strap in 😁

(PS Tumblr ate my first draft of this after hours of research and paragraphs of writing so I had to rewrite all of the content here from memory 🥲) (PPS I used this as an excuse to talk about their clothing for 3 hours. this is the most deranged I've been in ages ! )

First off: there is no canon information regarding either of your questions. So let's just put that out there. They are tragically underdeveloped for being potentially some of the most interesting characters on the show (or maybe i'm just biased because I prefer the Commission characters lol). Basically everything we know about them is based off inferences and vague canon implications, and everything aside from that is widely-accepted fanon that we discussed way back when + my own personal headcanons (which are basically canon to me). I might have to do some deep-diving into the tumblr archives of my old blog or my mutuals for the information I'll get into here, but all of it will be stuff I either came up with myself or bore witness to the research of & agree with.

1. How were they recruited?

Generally, the accepted theory is that the brothers were recruited young, likely after some sort of event which resulted in their first kill. From what I recall, several fandom authors (myself included) have incorporated this storyline into our own work, roughly following the same theme of capable woodsmen Axel & Otto protecting Oscar and killing someone as a result, hence inviting attention from Commission recruiters who trawl the timeline for skilled individuals.

Also, I believe it is fairly accepted within the fandom that the Commission seeks out and hires people who are down on their luck or in otherwise bad circumstances, then organizes them into employment statuses from there (office workers, hitmen, etc.). I tend to think Axel & Otto were recruited first, then Oscar was roped in later on, playing into my theory that they are triplets, just separated by large periods of time-travel.

2. What era are they from?

YIPPEEE you came to the right ! person ! because actually lowkey I kinda perpetuated the headcanon that the Swedes are Victorian-Edwardian back in the day (on a prev blog). I personally hc they were born ca. 1880-ish, with their “natural” timeline falling somewhere around 1901-1910 (Edwardian period), and picked things up from different decades along the way, as is the way of time-travel. However, I know others preferred the idea that they were from ca. 1930-1950, which is also fairy plausible.

Now, time for me to be insane:

I have a copious amount of proof that they are from the early 1900's ! based on their clothing + the photograph Axel carries. It’s also worth nothing that their clothing is visibly that of working class men, which makes it slightly more difficult to research (because the working class always gets the short end of the stick). I base most of my research & beliefs on cross-examining Edwardian photographs of workmen, as well as my own knowledge of historical fashion. I won't delve that much into their culture as Swedes and the fashion implications of that, since it honestly wasn't taken seriously enough in canon to be visible past Otto's haircut.

Proof in their regular clothing:

Trousers: Otto’s high-waisted trousers & suspenders are Edwardian, down to the very patterning. Oscar’s too, to a less obvious extent. It’s also worth noting that according to bts images, Axel also wears suspenders. His pants with the laces at the shins are baffling though...

Shirts: Oscar's turtleneck isn't not Edwardian; men have been wearing collared knit shirts like that as winter wear for a long time. Otto's green shirt, though it has those odd clasps, is somewhat reminiscent of arrow collar shirts worn in the Edwardian period. I have also found proof of three-button wool undershirts similar in style to Axel's henley, though these were more popular towards the 20's

Shoes: While Otto and Oscar's steel-toed boots weren't invented until the 1930's, Axel's boots are at least somewhat more reminiscent of those worn by workmen in the 10's. Though, the side zip and weird flap are… not.

Outerwear: Axel's blue vest is more akin to a double-breasted waistcoat, though it doesn't have lapels and the buttons are too large; it is... an outlier. Likewise, his canvas duster has a zipper and no lapels, and the pattern cut of it makes me think it's fairly modern, just like Oscar's canvas/corduroy jacket which is practically a Carhartt. Oscar's vest is baffling bc it looks different in every shot of it I analyze. Otto's trench coat is the oldest style. (Fun fact, the modern zipper was invented by a Swede in 1913)

Misc: The union suit was popularized in the 1860's (as women's wear, actually!), so Otto's wearing of it would be believable for the period. All their clothes are patched up, implying years of wear and tear.

Misc Pt 2; Weaponry: Though ofc I'm a gun girl, I have already spent 3 hours writing about clothes and cannot make myself research weird weapons. So if you're interested in their guns, PLEASE read this post by my old fandom pal!!! It's much a more intelligent and in-depth analysis than I can manage rn, and also discusses the context of weaponry within the Commission.

Proof in the photograph:

They're really a ragtag crew, which makes it hard to date any of their garments. Here's some things I've noted though:

Headwear: Newsboy caps (which are what Oscar and Axel are wearing) were at their peak around the late 1910s, especially with working class men. Otto's hat looks like it could be an oilskin fisherman's hat, which were popular in 1880s America, though his looks more like the later 1950's design of the hat. Additionally, workmen in the Edwardian period often wore neckerchiefs, not unlike what Oscar wears around his neck in the photo.

Shirts: Oscar appears to be wearing another knit sweater. Axel's blue shirt appears to me to have a band collar, which was a style popular in the 10's (from what I can tell one of Otto's shirts also has a band collar). Beneath that, his undershirt (likely linen) has a string closure, which was popular even earlier than the Victorian era

The Woman (mother? grandmother?): Historically, older women tended to wear headscarves/ head coverings. The style of her dress/smock/apron is hard to determine because of its concealment beneath her cardigan. She's got a sick rifle tho

Misc: Oscar's workman's gloves aren't inaccurate; leather gloves like that were worn in the Victorian era. So have leather belts. Like I said earlier, from what I can tell from my cursory search (after sifting thru dubious "Viking" hairstyles), Otto is sporting a fairly historically/culturally accurate he-man haircut from the Nordic area. Oscar's hair is the second-most historically relevant, as most men in the Victorian/Edwardian era had short, groomed hairstyles (though perhaps his is a little messier than usual). Axel is the outlier here with a modern slick-back.

ANYWAYYYYYYYYY

yeah. yeah. if you couldn't tell I am. fucking insane ? about them ?

since you're still here, you survived this long, have some bts stuff I dragged from the trenches:

#goldfinch reveals terminal brainrot for dumb hitmen on main #not exaggerating. this took 3 hours of research #tua the swedes #tua axel #tua oscar #tua otto #ikea mafia #ask

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