#lucia one shots

[wosohermoso]

Lucy Bronze

Jealousy - 18+

Warnings: smut (fingering), fluff, angst

Reader gets jealous when a waitress tries to hit on Lucy. (Do i make a pt.2 where Lucy gets jealous?)

Myself and Lucy hadn’t been dating long, our relationship still a secret from most people besides our close friends and family. We hadn’t actually planned on telling anyone so soon considering it had only been a few months, but with being around Lucy’s friendship circle and teammates, word of us being together kind of just - spread - although we were in no means trying to hide it.

We had been on holiday in Spain with a few of Lucy’s teammates for just over a few days now, all just enjoying the few days we had together after the World Cup, but me and her had decided to go for dinner away from the others just to spend some quality time together.

As we sit at the table waiting to be served, Lucy reaches over from opposite me, intertwining our fingers in a subtle but romantic way.

“You look gorgeous” She smiles, her thumb delicately brushing over my fingers.

“You don’t look too bad yourself” I giggle, her eyes burning into mine as she lets out a small chuckle.

“Y’know y-” Lucy begins to speak before she’s cut off by the waitress.

“Are you ready to order?” She smiles at me, and i peer down at the menu. My Spanish isn’t the best, so I order in English, letting her know what food I wanted. The waitress jots down my order with a small smile before turning to Lucy.

“-and for the pretty lady?” She says, watching Lucy carefully as her hand subconsciously leaves mine to pick up the menu. I giggle, Lucy is a pretty lady, there is no denying that. I don’t mind when others compliment her, especially knowing that shes mine. She deserves to know that she’s beautiful.

“What would you recommend?” Lucy asks as she looks back up at the waitress.

The waitress grins, placing her hand on the table besides my girlfriend as she leans over at the menu. She tucks a stray hair behind her ear before speaking.

“For you? I mean you cant go wrong with pasta. We have this-” she points “this tastes amazing, and its cooked specially by the head chef”

Lucy nods, “I’ll take your word for it”

The waitress takes note of our order before leaving and Lucy’s attention falls back on me.

“We’ve only got a few days left here and I want to make the most out of it, I was thinking tomorrow we could go to the beach- without the others obviously, I wanna spend as much time with y-”

“Wine- for you, hermosa” Lucy is cut off abruptly by the waitress placing one glass of white wine down on the table in front of Lucy. “Did you want a drink?” She then asks me.

My eyes narrow slightly, but still I keep my composure. Neither of us had ordered our drinks yet but she had come over with a glass for only my girlfriend. “Uh- yeah could I get a wine too please?” I ask with a small smile.

“One wine, is that all?” She asks and I nod.

After a short while our food arrives, “Pasta, for you-” she says, placing Lucys dish in front of her, “alllmost as beautiful as you” She says, earning a slightly awkward chuckle from Lucy. “And a pepperoni pizza for you” She states, placing my naff pizza in front of me. “Enjoy” She says, her hand resting briefly on Lucys shoulder before she leaves.

“What is her issue?” I blurt out earning a small look from Lucy.

“The waitress?” She asks, raising her brow slightly.

“Yeah. I don’t know. She’s acting strange.” I say as a shake my head a little.

Lucy shrugs, “no idea but this pasta looks incredible”

I roll my eyes. I was hardly ever the jealous type, but when tall, pretty, blonde waitress with a figure to die for very obviously has a thing for my girlfriend, its hard to not feel slightly annoyed. And when I look up to see her sat by the kitchen blatantly trying to catch Lucys eye, it only angers me even more.

“Shes staring at you” I state.

“Who?” Lucy frowns a little glancing round at the waitress.

“Don’t turn around, what the fuck?” I grab her hand, diverting her attention back to me.

Lucy looks at me with a small smirk.

“She probably just knows who I am” She chuckles. God her ego is so high, but i love it.

We finish our food in a comfortable silence, a few conversations about life together springing up between mouthfuls. Once we’re done, Lucy places my empty plate on top of hers and scoots them to the edge of the table and after a short while, the waitress returns.

“I see you’re helping me out” She grins at Lucy, motioning towards the plates that she had neatly stacked up to be taken. Lucy smiles at her “I try” she shrugs.

“Would you help me out in finding your instagram?” The waitress very confidently asks. Lucy looks up at her, her mouth open ever so slightly.

“Mine?” She asks in disbelief. The waitress nods.

“I- I mean yeah? Lucy replies, taking the waitresses phone. I watch her search for her own instagram before handing it back. I don’t think it meant anything, Lucy was just a people pleaser, but there’s a time and a place and that most definitely was not the right place - or time.

I sit back in my chair, my arms crossed as the waitress thanks Lucy. I had never been one to not stand my ground and so fighting the urge to say something was a fight I most definitely had lost.

“Do you wanna ask her to shag while you’re at it too?” I say under my breath, my eyes burning into the Blonde.

“Y/n?!” Lucy frowns at me in confusion. The waitress hadn’t heard it but Lucy definitely did. My eyes avert to Lucy with a cold glare, why on earth had she just given her her instagram right in front of my face. The waitress then thanks Lucy, giving her another small rub on the shoulder before leaving.

_

We were in the car in a not so comfortable silence. I must admit we were only in silence because I was in the worst mood known to man.

“You gonna speak or…?” Lucy strains out, her right hand rested on the steering wheel while her left placed comfortably on her thigh.

I stay silent.

“Y’know, jealousy looks quite nice on you” She states, earning a cold glare.

“What do you mean?” I frown, looking at her in complete disbelief.

“Jealousy. It looks good on you.” She states again before giving me a quick glance.

“If you think im jealous you can think again Lucy” I roll my eyes, shuffling slightly in my seat.

“Mkay” Lucy simply replies.

-

Once we arrive back at the villa we were renting, I take my shoes off, heading straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, Lucy following shortly behind. I feel her presence behind me as I lean over the sink.

“Whats wrong?” She asks softly, placing a small peck on my shoulder. I say nothing.

“Are you still jealous about that gir-”

“Lucy I told you, I’m not jealous.” I state before turning around. Lucy places her hands either side of me, resting comfortably on the counter behind me. She scans my face with a small smirk.

“I’ll take your word for it” She shrugs.

“Like you took her insta” I roll my eyes, earning a small chuckle.

“No. She took mine..”

“Luce?! You need to stop being so cocky about it because honestly it’s not a good look. We were on a date.. and she was all over you like a weeping back boil” I frown, attempting to cross my arm with my water still in my hand.

“So you are jealous” She grins at me, delicately taking my water from my hands and placing it behind me. “Why are you jealous?” She says lowly, her lips feathering against my neck. She cannot serious right now. The stubbornness in me heightened.

“Im not.” I state. Before giving her shoulders a small pat and worming out of the embrace she had me in.

I make my way to our bedroom and sit in defeat on the bed. I was kinda hoping she’d follow and maybe give me a cuddle, make me aware that there was absolutely nothing to worry about, but Lucy was so carefree. She probably didn’t mean anything by the whole interaction with the waitress, I just found it slightly disrespectful, but I knew I was being silly.

It takes Lucy a good half hour before she joins me, giving me a small light tipped smile as she slouches onto the bed besides me above the covers, before leaning over and giving me a quick peck on the lips. She could tell I still wasn’t in the best of moods, but I was slowly starting to get over the uncomfortable date we had had. That was until I saw her scroll through her insta notifications and hover over the new follow she had gotten. It was the waitress. Dont click on it. She clicked on it. She gave the waitresses insta a small skim over before swiping off. I was glad she didn’t follow back, but still I was annoyed. Not at Lucy, just the blonde.

I reach over, taking Lucys phone and locking it before placing it on the bedside table and very abruptly repositioning myself so that I was straddling my girlfriend. Lucy looks up at me in disbelief before opening her mouth to speak, “What are you doi-”

“Shut up.” I cut her off before smashing my lips onto hers.

It doesn’t take her long to widen her mouth, letting my tongue brush against hers, her hands instantly trailing along my thighs before resting on my ass. My tongue roamed her mouth as I took out almost all of my frustration out on her lips while the frustration in other places only grows. Lucy’s breath hitches as my lips trail down her neck, sucking harshly at the sensitive spot just below her ear as my hand creeps up under her shirt to squeeze at her breast. “Jesus christ, y/n” She groans out, her fingertips roaming my thighs and ass as I continue to make out with her neck, sucking and licking every one of her sweet spots. Her hands graze up my back, creeping their way under my shirt where her nails dig into my skin ever so seductively before coming back down to rest on my waist. Our lips meet again, more passionately than before, earning another small groan.

I felt her shuffle underneath me, her knees bending as she raises her hips slightly to try and get just a little bit of friction where she needed it most.

I reposition my legs so that I’m in between hers, before training my kisses down once more. Placing seductive but soft kisses back down her neck to her collarbone as I pull up her top, revealing her braless breasts. I try my hardest not to moan out at the sight of her as I dip my head down to suck delicately on her right nipple, my left hand working its magic on the other. Lucy’s nipples were always sensitive, and I knew that with just a small touch she’d be a complete and utter moaning mess. Her breath begins to shake as I caress her breasts, my tongue flicking against her nipple before my mouth moves on to the other. I feel her hand leave my hip and drag up my back before her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling at the roots sensually. Her hips buck slightly and I knew exactly where she needed me most.

My hands glide down her body as my lips find their way back to hers, my hand very swiftly slipping into her panties. She was wet. So wet. Just how I liked her.

I start to rub slow circles against her clit as her breath shakes and her eyes tighten shut. Her hands finding her way under the waistband of my shorts where they grip onto my ass tightly.

“Get your hands off me” I say, Lucy’s eyes widening in confusion. I smirk down at her. “Hands. Off”

She removes her hands from my shorts, holding them up by her head in defeat as my fingers pick up pace, earning the most leg clenching moan from my girlfriend. “What has gotten into you?!” She breathes out, before moaning against my lips. I pull my head away slightly.

“Jealousy.” I state, before my fingers plunge inside her.

Her back arches in pleasure, and at that moment she had no care for what I had to say, and to be honest, neither did I. I watch her squirm underneath me as my fingers curl inside her, hitting the spot she needed it most. “God, y/n” she moans out.

My fingers leave her as I kneel between her legs, pulling her shorts down her thighs and off her legs in a quick and swift motion. I gaze down at her slightly swollen clit, and oh how I wished my tongue against it right now.

She watches me in frustration as I tease her pussy. My fingers delicately grazing over her hole. “Y/n please..” She groans out as I stare at her.

I was hardly ever dominant with Lucy. But today was different. Today all I wanted to do was claim her as my own, make her know that shes mine and only mine.

My fingers slowly slip back inside her, moving slowly but harshly against her gspot. Soft moans escape her lips as I work my magic.

My other hand caressing her nipples, pinching, squeezing and rolling them in all the right ways as she squirms underneath me before it trails down between the valley of her breasts, down her stomach, and find their way to her clit. And with that I do everything I can to send her completely over the edge. “Y/n” She moans out, louder than before, the tension between my own legs only growing. “Let me touch you” She whimpers, her hands entering my shorts yet again.

“No” I say, as I slow down the pace of my fingers, briefly taking my fingers out of her to remove her hands from me. Lucy lets a small huff of defeat out as my fingers re enter her.

I curl my fingers inside her feeling her tighten around me, her back arching in pleasure. She was close, so close, but I could tell she was holding back. She wanted to touch me so bad, she’s a people pleaser - like I said. But she should have thought about that when she gave the flirty waitress her instagram earlier.

Her eyes tighten as I feel her clench around me and I quicken the pase of my fingers against her clit. Her body almost rolls over as she comes undone, moaning out my name in pleasure as she cums around my fingers, dripping down a little to my knuckles. She pants aggressively, small moans still escaping her lips as she comes down from her high and my fingers leave her body.

“Y/n, let me-” She quivers as her hands try to roam my body yet again.

“No, you’re not done yet” I cut her off, grabbing her wrists to lift her up, “get in the shower” I state, getting up off of the bed and dragging her with me.

I hear her let out a short giggle as she holds on to my hand and follows me into the bathroom, before spinning me round and pushing me up against the sink.

“Told you jealousy looks good on you” She grins down at me. I frown slightly.

“Knees. Now” I state, guiding her down by her shoulders.

She was in for it tonight.

#lucy bronze #woso one shot #woso smut #lionesses #reader x lucy bronze #lucia bronze #leah williamson #smut #woso x reader

[candy-pants]

my babysitter's a vampire + villains (insp) as in characters with naturally evil tendencies and actions, not just creatures/people made evil by mistake (usually benny's) or created by someone for a specific purpose

#mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #vampireedit #stern #jesse #richard waugh #joe dinicol #i am NOT tagging all these people lmao #flashing tw #long post #meus #usereris #i hated the lucia and jacob ones but i just couldn't find any shots that worked so this will have to do #debbie dazzle is in this because she became obsessed with being alive but IN MY OPINION!!!!! that had nothing to do with the spell #she became evil on her own accord #sarah being possed by the spirit from the netherlands- i mean world was because rory was stupid but the spirit was already evil #and the mask not being here was because rory put it on thus making himself 'evil' which he naturally isn't and neither is the mask tbh #it was just doing what it was meant to do which clearly does not fly in this century #and cyberdontist and evil sarah literally aren't real

[behbita]

Mañana sera el gran dia. Hemos esperado demasiado tiempo.

#nighgt shots are the bane of my existence #also i hate when i have better coloring on one set then the other of the same scene fml dfjghsj #ANYWAY them #bienvenidos a edén #welcome to eden #som #danae #nona sobo #lucia guerrero #tvedit #tvgifs #netflixedit #userbbelcher #userstream #usersource #behbgifs

[purplegn0mes]

Ok so in an attempt to overcome my stupid creative block I wrote a little one shot about my OCs Niles and Lucia

For context; it takes place in a human AU that I was going to write (the story’s called Times Like These and I posted the first chapter on Wattpad if you’d like to read that first, but you don’t have to to understand what’s happening in this) and so I’ll just post it here since I can’t really show it off anywhere else Lmao

Musical Remedy

A small huff exhaled from Niles’s mouth as he marched his way down the flight of stairs so familiar that he felt no need to hover his hand over the railing like he would anywhere else. At the moment the house was silent, one would assume it was empty aside from him if they were to enter through the front door. But no, every occupant of the house was within its walls, in separate rooms, with no desire to leave their respective spots until supper time.

It was a quiet afternoon, cloudy skies making the interior exceptionally dark for this time of day, gentle droplets of cold rain dripping down the windows of the living room. Niles paid no mind to the faint whispers of thunder in the distance as his sore feet carried him past the abundance of couches and coffee tables in the spacious living room. Crossing his way into the narrow corridor hidden behind the wall and fireplace, he made his way into the smaller, more old-fashion styled den in the corner of the house that was almost always vacant. There really was no purpose to this room other than just being an extra space for Juliet to clean. Although the bay window that provided a view of the backyard was a pleasant feature.

Inside the small den was furnishing you’d expect from someone born in a generation older than Niles’s parents. Floral sofa with a crocheted blanket sitting atop its frame, and equally tacky throw pillows propped up on either side of the cushions. Various mundane portraits of landscapes hung on the crepe-colored walls. A closet that was used for storage, possibly containing broken vacuum cleaners or dusty board games that haven’t been touched in a decade. A lamp provided with a shade painted with Cupid angels dancing about in mid-air. Yeah, it was obvious that when Gnomeo and Juliet moved into his grandfather’s house that they didn’t bother changing much with this room. However, recently it had been used more by Niles, due to the mahogany piano that stood against the wall parallel to the sofa.

Niles had always loved music. As a kid he always found himself humming along to the background music of his video games or movies he watched a dozen times. He would (rarely) dance around his room singing melodies he had heard over the radio in his parents’ car. But only a few months ago did he realize he could actually make music.

And he loved it. He loved every second he spent at the piano. Loved every note that he played, loved the way it sounded in his ears and the fact that he was creating such beautiful sounds. He loved singing along to the beat. He loved listening to a song and immediately repeating it on the instrument as if he’s played it a hundred times, yet he only just learned the notes by simply listening to them.

Niles had a talent, and a good ear too. His family had noticed this. His father was the first to come to the revelation when he came home from work early one day to discover the boy singing “Your Song” to himself at the piano. And to say he was in awe at what he witnessed would be an understatement. Gnomeo was enamored with the way his son played and sung so gracefully in a way that took professionals years to accomplish. He immediately suggested Niles pursue it as a regular hobby, a career even. He let the rest of the family and their close friends in on the little hidden talent of his, and from then on Niles was known as the musician of the family.

Everyday after school, once he finished his work for classes (that he would often have done before the final bell even rung), he would sit at the piano and practice, playing whatever he felt like. He would often challenge himself by playing a fast-paced or upbeat song that normal beginners wouldn’t be able to keep up with. Today, as he placed himself on the bench and hovered his fingers over the keys, he decided to take a break from the pop/rock ‘n roll music he’d normally attempt and opted for a calming, slow rhythm of harmony.

Not five minutes into his practice was he abruptly interrupted by the sound of a door opening and slamming shut, and hard footsteps coming down from the hall outside the door. He turned around to find an annoyed blonde entering the den, throwing her backpack to the floor and plopping down on the sofa with her head in her hands.

“Where’ve you been?” Niles dared to ask, despite easily picking up on his sister’s irritation. But he was curious. He thought she was home already.

Lucia let out an exasperated groan as her palms ran down her face, stretching out the skin of her cheeks, rolling her eyes so much that for a second Niles couldn’t even see her pupils. “I was at lacrosse practice and had the most stupidest conversation of my life with the coach. Oh, and guess who almost got in a wreck on the way home because some asshole decided to cut me off!”

Niles just nodded, quietly taking in the information given. He had some questions, such as why the conversation with her coach was ‘stupid’ and if she was okay from the near-miss of a collision. But he’s known Lucia his entire life, and he knew better than to pry when she wasn’t in a good mood. It was best to just sit silently and listen, to let her do the talking.

“And on top of that, my stupid fucking medication didn’t work again so I was up all night.” The girl huffed and slouched back against the sofa, arms crossed firmly over her chest. “Mum says I need a refill but I think she’s just wasting money on these damn things. The only way I’ll ever get a good nights sleep is if someone puts a rag full of chloroform over my face!”

Niles resisted the urge to laugh at such a statement. He knew she was only exaggerating, but it wouldn’t surprise him if Lucia actually went to that extreme measure. Though it did concern him that that wasn’t a possibility to rule out. “I’m sorry.” Was his sympathetic response after letting his sister breathe for a moment. He truly felt for her. He was there to witness her battle with insomnia since they were 12-years-old. Lucia was a naturally energetic person but that shouldn’t hold her hostage from a decent amount of rest every night.

Lucia let out the heaviest of sighs, shaking her head as her eyes averted to the floor where her backpack laid. “Yeah, well, nothin’ I can do about it now.” She dismissed rather quietly, and in a defeated slouch she reached down for the bag in her sight and pulled out a notebook and folder. Niles instantly realized she had silently decided to get some homework done, and felt the need to warn her that he was in the middle of practicing; hinting that she should take her studies elsewhere. But Lucia shrugged in indifference, insisting that she didn’t mind the background noise. His lips curled inwardly in reluctance. He was still getting used to playing in front of other people. Even if it was just his sister, he wasn’t all that comfortable with his musical productions being presented to her judgmental ears.

But for some unknown reason she had no intention of leaving the den, so with a sigh, Niles turned around and picked up where he left off. He decided to try a different piece, something peaceful but not classical. Something well-known to him and possibly other people around his age. “Ylang Ylang” was his immediate choice, and so, softly as ever, keys emitted the gentle notes of the familiar melody. He was able to ease back into his routine quite easily, tuning out Lucia’s presence almost entirely. Aside from the rustle of paper moving or the harsh movement of her hand brushing eraser shavings away, she was as quiet as a mouse and had she entered the house this silently he wouldn’t have even known she was there.

Maybe it was the serene melody playing just three feet away from her. Maybe it was the gentle sounds of raindrops at the bay window and thunder creeping up in the sky. Maybe it was the warm, soft lighting of the lamp on the table beside her. Or maybe it was all of these combined that were putting Lucia at ease. Every ounce of frustration and stress that had been plaguing her mind for the last half hour started to dissipate, and a weight was momentarily lifted from her chest. For a moment, she could actually breathe. She could inhale, and exhale. And inhale. And exhale. And repeat this pattern over and over. It was a rare time in her life where she actually felt…calm.

Her eyelids grew heavier by the minute. Her brain was being pulled away from alertness, her train of thought making a detour away from the homework and towards a peaceful place in her mind she never knew existed. This was a task that not even her insomnia prescriptions could accomplish. Eventually Lucia gave into temptation and placed her school stuff aside on the table. She couldn’t continue working if she wanted to (which, of course, she didn’t). Quietly as ever, the blonde girl slowly laid herself down on the sofa she never considered comfy that was now a sanctuary for her heavy head.

Hours could’ve passed and Niles would have never known. He was so lost in his own world of music and harmony that the world could’ve imploded and he would be the only person to not notice or even care. This always happened whenever he was at the piano for a long period of time. He took his craft very seriously and at every chance he got, he would patiently play until he was in “the zone”.

Perhaps he should consider this as his career. The thought had crossed his mind several times, but self-doubt and anxiety always held him back from taking the leap of faith of actually pursuing such a goal.

Oh well, that was a problem for later. Right now Niles decided to finish up and get himself a pre-dinner snack from the kitchen. After letting the last note fade into silence, he pulled the cover down to shelter the keys and stood up away from the instrument. Just as he was about to make his way out, something peculiar in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He stopped and turned, spotting Lucia lying on her side, head rested atop one of the throw pillows, eyes screwed shut and mouth parted open slightly to release tiny snores and exhales.

When did she fall asleep? For how long? Niles did a brief glance towards the antique clock on the wall. Huh, it hadn’t even been fifteen minutes yet.

The corners of his lips curved up into a small grin. Rather or not it was specifically his playing that put her to sleep, he was just glad to see his sister finally getting the rest she needed. His first thought was to leave now to avoid accidentally disrupting her slumber, but something held him back for a minute. The brotherly urge to care her was hard to fight and could not be ignored. Lucia deserved a proper recharge, something more cozy.

With a quiet sigh, the boy went over to grab the crocheted blanket, and ever so carefully draped it over Lucia’s figure, sheltering her from her shoulders down to her socked feet. She was absolutely going to tease him about this later, he was well-aware. But it would be worth it as long as she was content and at peace. Her body moved, and at first Niles winced, thinking he had woken her up, but was relieved to see she simply shifted to a more comfortable position, hand instinctively holding the edge of the blanket to hold it closer to her face. For a moment he swore he saw a smile on her face. But maybe that was just hopeful imagination.

Turning off the lamp, Niles then left the room, shutting the door behind him, only leaving it open by a crack merely to avoid making any noise. With a sealed grin, he strolled to the kitchen to fetch himself the snack he’d been craving.

From then on, Niles would put his talent to good use. His music would be the medicine Lucia had been needing for years.

#pls read this I need validation #gnomeo and juliet #my ocs #ocs #original characters #niles bluebury #lucia bluebury #bluebury triplets #gnomeo and juliet ocs #gnomeo and juliet au #human au #one shot #wholesome #sibling fluff #lady luxo writes

[pointsfortrying]

woe to feel nostalgia for a culture that had never been your own yet you had participated in for years,,,,,

#rye rambles #saw some photos of italy and mention of santa lucia.... #we'd leave out grains for her donkey once in elementary school the class set up a lil place for santa lucia #and the next day the grains were scattered on the floor bc of the teachers ofc but our tiny kids minds were blown!! #head in hands #italy had Several issues but god i miss miss the vibes #never rly got to explore the town i lived in (bla bla mental health stuff) and i regret it constantly! #my memory is So shot bc of repression etc but the few things i do remember that are good are just... holds gently #library and parks my beloveds #that one underground furniture store that had the Tiniest arm chair #the one store out of the way that only had 1 display window and it was filled with katanas #christmas market and also thursday(?) markets that guy who gave me an apple for free but i didnt like apples so i gave it to my sister #running around the fountain in the duomo and getting splashed by stray droplets #the pizzeria store and the food trucks that sold french fries #it rly just is that isnt it you'll always miss the things you don't have anymore #always regret not having cherished the good things more #and thats okay #i cherish the few positive memories i have and i try to cherish what i got now more as well even if its hard #sdfjklsdlk #ignore me i am just having Thoughts #been in a vibe recently contemplating just how #different my life is #things change #and its weird #but it doesnt have to be all bad #simply... thinks...

[julisa-s]

"Part Two" Ship: Kisuke x Lucia Note: A continuation of the one shot I wrote the other day :) I will write more (threat)

For the next couple of days, Lucia was unsure of what to do with herself. The encounter from the other night had been so bizarre, she wasn't sure whether she should be frightened or confused. Mostly, she was just shocked. 

Am I just supposed to go on with my life after that? No way!

Even though the feeling of something "stalking" her had gone away, Lucia was finding it hard to focus during her classes for the next week. Over and over, she replayed that scene, trying to make sense of it all. It didn’t help that her ankle now had a terrible burn around its circumference in the spot where she had been grabbed, and both of her knees had been scraped. All the while, she couldn't help but dread what was inevitably going to happen. No matter how far I run… misfortune is going to follow me. Sooner or later, I'll be attacked again. Who knows if I'll be lucky and get saved again…

The most puzzling aspect of it wasn’t even the attack itself. 

Why could Urahara see it, but I couldn’t? Why does he know anything about this? Why didn’t he tell me more?

…how did he defeat it so easily?

Eventually, these questions hit a boiling point, and Lucia could no longer just sit and wait.

Ding.

The little bell above the shop door rang out into the otherwise silent room as Lucia pushed it open and stepped inside. She breathed a small sigh of relief as the admittedly-stagnant A/C hit her skin; it was an unbearably hot day outside, unusually so for April. Today, the shop seemed completely empty, at least from the front. Drawing in a breath and steeling herself, Lucia stepped further inside, finally spotting movement in the back of the store.

“Oh? I didn’t expect to see you back here so soon.”

Urahara was perched up on the back counter, fanning himself lightly with a large fan. The object covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes peering up over the edge, still shadowed by the brim of his hat. 

“So? Where is it?” he continued, suddenly shutting his fan with a light snap and stowing it somewhere within his billowing haori. “Business is slow, so-”

“I’m not in trouble,” Lucia cut in. She wasn’t exactly sure how to go about asking the multitude of burning questions in her chest. 

“Hmm?” Urahara relaxed a little, lowering his legs from their crossed position to hang off the counter. He narrowed his eyes at her, but his lips twitched into a smile. “I see… so you just came to see me again, right?”

Lucia wasn’t quite fluent enough in the language to tell when someone was teasing her. She nodded hesitantly, taking a few more steps towards him, one of her hands clenched nervously on the strap of her purse. “Well, I didn’t thank you for saving me the other day, so… uh, thanks.” She bowed her head a little in gratitude. “I don’t really understand what happened, but I know you saved my life.”

Urahara let out a little chuckle. “Well, you’re welcome,” he chided, reaching up to scratch his neck awkwardly. “It wasn’t a problem though, I promise.”

Interesting, she thought. Not a problem? He's talking so casually about my near-death experience! But she wasn't about to let his cavalier tone dissuade her from what she really wanted.

"Er- that's another reason why I came, actually," she finally replied, her heart pounding. "You defeated it so easily… how did you do that?"

"Ah, well-" Urahara shrugged, his relaxed smile still affixed on his face. "You saw my sword didn't you?" He motioned over to the other side of the counter, where his "cane" was leaning against a chair. "It can cut through spirits like that. And I can see them, too. So-" He looked back up at her, his smile fading a little. "Like I told you, there's nothing to worry about."

Nothing to worry about? How can that possibly be true… the more he tells me, the more worried I get!!

“Respectfully, I would like to know a little more,” Lucia prodded, trying to come off as more assertive than she felt like being right now. It was clear to her that Urahara was purposely keeping her in the dark though, so she had no choice but to push it. “Like, what exactly was the spirit you killed?”

Urahara stared at her for a long moment, something flashing within his steely eyes. Lucia gulped, resisting the urge to look away. Why is he so god damn intense? Usually, Lucia would not have gone out of her way to speak to an almost-complete stranger, but this was an unusual circumstance.

After the extended silence, Urahara let out a deep sigh, lowering his gaze until it disappeared completely under his hat. “Listen, I thought about telling you more back then. And I would have, if I thought you needed to know.”

Lucia raised an eyebrow. “Needed?” she repeated. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I need to know?”

“Because, you don’t.” Urahara punctuated his words with a dismissive wave of his hand. “There’s a lot about this world that you don’t need to know. Take my word for it, you don’t want to know, either.”

About the “world,” huh? 

“Well, what about that energy you said I had? The energy that attracts those creatures? Do you have that too?” The words were suddenly spilling out more quickly, as Lucia sensed that he was trying to end this conversation before she dug too deep. “Is that how you were able to stop it? If so- Shouldn’t I be able to do that too?”

“Ay, ay, so many questions!” Urahara suddenly exclaimed wearily, rubbing his temples.

“S-Sorry-” Lucia immediately shut up, feeling embarrassed. “I just don’t understand a single thing. And… I-” She struggled to find the words. “I don’t like that.”

“... I understand that.” Something resembling genuine remorse passed through his eyes, before he averted his gaze. Lucia felt her heart fall. “I don’t think there’s anything I can say that will make you feel better. Honestly, I’d only make you feel worse. So-”

“But-” Lucia opened her mouth to cut him off, not ready to give up, but found nothing to say. On one hand, his words were stoking an instinct that she already had. Sure, whatever he had to say would probably make her feel worse. It would be easier to forget about this, go on with her life, and come back for his help if she needed. 

However, deep in her heart, Lucia knew that was impossible. 

These are the same “spirits” that killed my mother’s family. The same ones that I’ve felt all my life. The same ones my mother could feel.

Until meeting Urahara, the words Lucia had read in her mother’s diary had made little to no sense. “Something is hunting me.” “My parents aren’t listening, even after it took my sister.” “Malice, bloodlust, it drips down the walls of our house.” “There’s only so far I can run. Am I truly safe in this new life I’ve built for myself?” 

Now, Lucia felt like she was so close to something resembling a truth, a secret that could make her whole life make sense. All that stood between her and that secret was this one man.

“Trust me, you’re safe.”

After she failed to speak, Urahara gave her a strained smile, before rising from the counter and turning to walk into the back room, out of sight, to render this conversation over.

“I’ve been watching over this town for a long time, and I’ll continue to watch over you, too.”

Lucia watched silently as, with one final glance over his shoulder, Urahara turned away, making his way down the short hallway. She stared at the back of his head, her mind racing as the seconds until he disappeared counted down.

But, she couldn’t think of anything grand, or convincing. Her gaze fell, defeated.

He doesn’t think I can handle it. Maybe he’s right.

“... I just want to protect myself, Mr. Urahara.”

All she could muster was a weak reply, her voice soft. She wasn’t even sure if he could hear her. She closed her eyes, then turned away to leave.

“I’m not stupid, I know I’m not safe. Goodbye.”

She didn’t expect an answer from him. However, Lucia only made it a few paces before a voice called out.

“Wait.” 

Lucia stopped in her tracks, glancing over her shoulder. Urahara had risen to his feet at last, an amused smile on his face.

“You want to protect yourself? Fine. I’ll teach you what you need to know.”

Lucia’s eyes widened again, shocked that he had actually given in. “...really?” she asked, unsure of how she should feel. “Wait- what about everything you just said? About me not needing to know?”

“Ah, don’t listen to ‘past me’,” Urahara quickly answered, giving her a sheepish grin and once again waving his hand dismissively. Lucia raised an eyebrow. O…okay. If he says so… “After giving it some thought-” Exactly 15 seconds of thought- “- I can’t just let you stumble back out there blindly. Plus, I have a business to run, I can’t be called away at your whim every time you need help.”

“Uh- okay. That’s what I was thinking,” Lucia replied, clearing her throat awkwardly. “So… you’re going to tell me everything?”

“Everything, and more.” Urahara winked, walking over in a few long strides, leaning down to look her in the eye. There was something inquisitive in his gaze, as if he was searching Lucia’s eyes for something. “You might have potential… I bet I can coax some power out of you, too.” Lucia gulped, unsure of how to interpret his words. Power? C-coax? “How about tonight?”

“...tonight?” Lucia repeated, trying to remember if she had any plans. “...alright. As long as it’s not too late, I have work tomorrow.”

“Right, right.” Urahara nodded, straightening up. Something about his demeanor had changed; he had seemed relaxed before, but now Lucia got the feeling that he was now more at ease. She couldn’t help but feel the same way. “Tonight, then. See you, Lucia~”

“S-See you!”

Lucia quickly turned to leave, her heart still pounding in the aftermath of that conversation.

I did it! I actually did it!

Proud of herself, she threw a glance over her shoulder as she pushed the door open, and gave Urahara a brighter smile.

“Thank you!”

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“Hey, where are you going? It’s pretty late.”

“Uh- out.”

Lucia looked nervously over her shoulder at Misato, who was leaning against the wall and watching her slip her shoes on in preparation to leave. Misato raised an eyebrow. “Wow, I would have never guessed,” she teased. “Where are you going out to? And could I come with you?”

“No! I-I mean,” Lucia gulped, having answered a little too quickly. Ah! I can’t have her getting suspicious. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later!” Yeah, after I’ve thought of a good alibi…

“Oh? Why all the secrecy?” A grin suddenly spread across Misato’s face. “Oooh, I know! You’re going on a date!”

“NO!”

Once again, Lucia answered a little too quick. Misato giggled, shaking her head. “Whatever you say. Have fun~ But not too much fun! You have work tomorrow.”

“R-Right.”

Lucia got out of there fast, making her way down the darkening street. A date? Dressed like this? she thought, glancing down at her casual outfit. I wouldn’t be caught dead! 

Of course, there was another reason why she didn’t want to think of tonight as a date, but Lucia had enough on her mind already.

“Hello! I’m surprised you actually showed up~”

Urahara was leaning on the front wall of his shop, hands shoved in his pockets as he seemingly awaited Lucia’s arrival. She paused in her tracks, blinking owlishly. “Surprised? Why wouldn’t I show up?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He gave her a cheeky grin, stepping away from the wall to greet her. “Something about meeting a weird guy at night, alone. You’re not nervous?”

“H-Huh?” Lucia wasn’t sure if something got lost in translation, but she decided that it would be a little presumptuous to assume he was flirting. “No! I’m not nervous.” She balled up her fists in an effort to exude excitement. “I’m ready to learn how to fight!”

Urahara chuckled. “Ah, you’re missing a few steps,” he corrected, before turning to open the shop door. “After you.”

“In here?” Lucia asked, a little confused, but quickly followed his lead. She had assumed that they would be going somewhere else. The shop was kind of small, wasn’t it? But, Urahara seemed to have a plan in mind. “Don’t tell me you have a gym in the back!”

“Er, you’ll see.”

Lucia followed him through the darkened shop, and despite what she had just said, she really was quite nervous about all of this, but was willing to suspend that anxiety, along with her disbelief. She followed him behind the counter, through the narrow hallway, then, inexplicably, down a flight of stairs. Before she could process what had happened, the passage suddenly widened into a huge cavern, and it took her a moment to take it all in.

“W-whoa?” she breathed, looking around in shock. “This was under your shop the whole time?” she asked, clasping her hands together. “It was dangerous to build a shop on top of a cave like this…”

Urahara let out a loud burst of laughter. “No, no, I made this cavern after the shop was built! It’s my secret hideout, you could say.” He crossed his arms, looking a little proud of the fact that Lucia seemed impressed. “There’s a lot you need to learn~ But first.” Lucia looked over to see him extend his hand. “Come here.”

Lucia felt her heart skip a beat.

“...okay.”

She stepped closer, but kept her distance as she held her hand out. Urahara took it, his eyes flickering over her skin. What is he looking at? She thought, feeling awkward as she just stood there. 

“Hmmm,” he hummed softly, his brow furrowing. “Just as I thought, this might be difficult…” His eyes snapped back up to hers. “You’re exerting Reiatsu, incredibly faint, but…”

His voice trailed off, which worried Lucia. Plus, she was now even more confused. “Reiatsu?” she questioned. “Is that the energy you mentioned?”

Urahara nodded. “Correct. Every being stores spiritual energy within them, and Reiatsu is the pressure created as that energy is exerted. Most humans don’t have much, not enough for me to sense unless I actually pay attention. However, I could sense yours as soon as you walked into my shop, faint as it is.” He let out a soft sigh. “However, that means that you, in return, can sense it when a malicious, spiritual being is around you. That’s how you were able to sense the Hollows.”

“...Hollows?” Lucia was sure learning a lot already. “That’s what was coming after me?”

“Hollows. They’re… lost souls,” Urahara replied. “They feed upon the souls of humans, both living or dead, and tend to target those with more potent souls. Souls like yours!” He gave her a smile. “Who knows why, but that’s the hand life dealt you. But since you can’t see Hollows, that’ll make it harder to fight them…” his voice trailed off, scratching his chin as he stared at her, thinking. Lucia gulped, and was about to say something before she saw an idea flash through his eyes, and he brightened up. “BUT! That shouldn’t be a problem, if you can just adapt,” he added, letting go of her hand at last and stepping back. “Tell me, do you have any combat experience?”

“Um, I know a little,” Lucia replied. “Mostly just self defense.”

“That’ll do!” Urahara reached into his coat and pulled his fan back out, but didn’t open it. “Now, close your eyes and get ready. You’re going to block my attack by sensing my own Reiatsu.”

Lucia blinked, her eyes widening. “Block them? Wait, I don’t even know exactly what Reiatsu feels like.”

“You will. And don’t worry! I won’t hurt you.”

Despite her reservations, Lucia nodded, and closed her eyes. She held her fists up, hoping that she would remember enough to not embarrass herself. She held her breath, unsure of what she was supposed to be waiting for. She didn’t feel anything like when the Hollow was following her. Was Urahara trying to throw her off? Or-

SMACK

Something hit the side of her face, not hard enough to be painful but enough to surprise her. With a yelp, Lucia flinched away, her eyes popping open.

“Got you-” Urahara teased, taking a step back and retracting his closed fan, which he had just used to hit her. “Come on, try again.”

Lucia nodded, and closed her eyes again.

Smack.

And again.

Smack.

And again.

What’s wrong? Why can’t I feel it? She thought. After about 15 tries, she was starting to get frustrated. Was sensing the Hollow just a fluke? It was also hard to keep her eyes shut the more she was being hit. She always anticipated it, but didn’t know which direction it would come from.

Smack.

Maybe I was just kidding myself… what’s the point if I can’t even-

Then, without even thinking about it, she moved her hand, and felt the fan hit it instead of her face.

“Oh! You did it!”

Lucia’s eyes sprang open, drawing in a grasp. “Huh? I did!” She smiled through her surprise. “I didn’t even think about it…”

“That’s the trick,” Urahara agreed, mirroring her expression. “It happens without you realizing it, just like with the Hollows. I’m not exerting as much Reiatsu as I could be, but you still managed to block me. Now-” He brandished his fan, a challenging smirk on his face. “Do it again.”

“Right!”

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Lucia didn’t become a master of combat during that session, and still missed quite a few times, but by the end of it, she was at least consistently blocking each of his strikes. Urahara eventually ditched the fan, striking at her with his hands. It was a little easier, since each attack was coming from the front, but somehow, slowly but surely, Lucia started to feel his energy coming at her and was able to stop it.

“Next time, we’ll practice that a bit more, and then we’ll try with a sword.”

“A sword? Are you sure?” Lucia looked over at him as they walked, the two illuminated only by the light from the street lights lining the sidewalk. Urahara kept his promise and didn’t keep her too late, but also offered to walk her home, which Lucia appreciated. “I’ve never held one before.”

“Hmm,” Urahara glanced over. “I guess I’ll have to teach you the basics, then. It’s not hard, I promise.”

“...alright.” Feeling bold, Lucia nodded resolutely, balling up her fists. “I’ll do whatever it takes!”

Urahara burst out laughing, covering his mouth. Lucia blinked, not realizing what was so funny. “What? What happened?”

“Nothing, nothing. Are you this serious all the time?” he asked, shaking his head as his laughter died down. “I mean-” He suddenly balled up his fists, just like she had, and put on the same determined expression. “I’ll do whatever it takes!”

He burst out laughing again, while Lucia glared over at him, mouth open in shock. “Huh? Wait, you are making fun of me!”

“No, no! Don’t worry!” He kept smirking, but managed to stop laughing. “I’m lucky to have such a determined pupil.”

“Hmph.” Lucia rolled her eyes before she kept walking, Urahara quick to match her pace. She glanced over at him, and opened her mouth to say something, until she heard a loud voice suddenly call out from up ahead.

“LUCIA! You LIAR!”

She froze, and both she and Urahara looked up to see a group of three women appear from a corner up ahead. Lucia recognized two of them as other teachers from the school, and the woman in the middle…

Oh shit! Misato! Not now-

“Oh? Isn’t that your friend?” Urahara asked, blinking over at the woman as she raced over. He glanced down at Lucia, noticing that she had paled.

“Lucia! I knew it!” Misato skidded to a stop in front of the pair. She smirked, glancing between Urahara and the mortified Lucia as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. “You couldn’t fool me! I knew you were going on a date! But with Mr. Urahara?? AAA!” 

“M-Misato-” Lucia stammered, her face heating up as she desperately searched for a believable adibi. “We’re not on a date! We were just- just-”

“We are on a date!”

To Lucia’s surprise, and horror, Urahara suddenly flung his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his side, a big grin on his face.

…h-HUH? Hold on-

“I don’t think Lucia realized what you meant by date, haha!” Urahara continued, smiling over at the overjoyed Misato as if nothing was wrong with this situation. “Isn’t that right, Lucia?”

He gave her shoulder a squeeze, and an encouraging glance. Lucia stared at him blankly for a moment. What? He wants me to go along with it? Why? 

“...oh. Yeah, that’s right!”

She let out a nervous laugh as she looked over at Misato. “I thought date meant something else… That's why I was so confused earlier! Silly me!” She internally cringed. “I’m still learning Japanese, after all…”

“Anyway-” Urahara let go of her shoulder, only to grab her hand instead. “We’re on a nice evening walk, so we’ll see you later! Bye-bye!” And without any further explanation, he raced off, dragging Lucia behind him. 

Lucia yelped, struggling to keep up, only getting a moment to catch her breath when he suddenly stopped. “What- what was that?!” she demanded, pulling her hand out of his grasp. She didn’t even know how to begin to unpack this. “Why did you tell Misato-”

“Think about it-” Urahara cut in, suddenly looking serious. “You need a good reason for constantly visiting me if we’re going to continue your training, right?”

“...I-” Lucia gulped, her heart still pounding and her cheeks still red. “I guess so? But-”

“What’s easier to explain? That you’re undergoing rigorous spiritual training so you can fight invisible monsters? Or-” He couldn’t help but smirk a little. “That you’re going on dates with the handsome-but-mysterious Mr. Urahara? Hmm?”

“...I…” Lucia felt herself deflate, her shoulders slumping.

He’s right… but…

She looked back up at his face silently, then suddenly hung her head.

“...Lucia?”

She couldn’t help it. She started giggling; not from mirth, but from anxiety.

Ha! HA! As if things weren’t bizarre enough already.

Urahara laughed nervously, watching with concern as she bent over, hands on her knees, shoulders shaking. “Ah- should I go tell Misato that we just broke up?”

“No, no!” Lucia replied quickly, shaking her head. Finally, she managed to compose herself, and she straightened back up. “Sorry… you’re right. It’s a good excuse. It’s just-” She covered her mouth, letting out a chuckle. “This is all very silly.”

“Aha, you’re not wrong about that.”

The two continued their journey down the street in silence. Until…

“...I guess this would be a bad time to tell you about the Soul Society.”

“Soul Society? What’s that?”

…

Once Urahara was gone, and Lucia was home, she immediately ran to her room, locked the door, and then screamed into her pillow.

Yikes… YIKES!

She wasn’t sure what the most stressful part of the day was. The training? Convincing Urahara to train her? Learning about Hollows? Misato thinking they were dating? Learning about the whole other world of spirits and swordsmen and-

She rolled over, and shut her eyes, not even bothering to shower or turn off the lights. That’s how exhausted she was.

Whatever. I’ll worry about it on Friday, when I go back to see Urahara again.

Despite the stress, she couldn’t help but feel a little excited.

#s/i: lucia #kisuke x lucia #🍃 kisuke #one shot

[judithhhh]

tied (one-shot)

jude x reader

summary : in which you can't get away from your ex, jude, not even at your new job miles away from him

( 2.2k words! )

working for real madrid was something you had wished to do since you had been a little girl. you never thought it would happen but eventually it did. you had the chance to work as a physiotherapist for the biggest club in the world at just twenty years old. it was a dream come true but obviously he had to ruin it. your ex just had to transfer to the club the same season you started working in it. you knew jude didn't do it on purpose, he wasn't even aware of your new job. but when you saw the tons of posts on your instagram feed, displaying the boy in the white colored jersey, you felt your insides boiling. no matter where you went, how many kilometers you traveled away from him, jude would always be a part of your life.

arriving on the training grounds, you greeted the other members of the staff and lucia, a coworker you had met a few days ago, helped you settle in. you spent the day sorting papers on your desk and getting familiar with the new surroundings. when the time came to wrap up your things for the day, you felt content, not only were you already comfortable with your colleagues and new responsibilities but you also managed to avoid jude for an entire day. you had caught sight of him a few times but you were far away enough for him to not notice. your mind still reminded you that it was bound to happen soon, that you would have to face the man at any moment.

it wasn't like your relationship with jude ended on bad terms, it was just tiring. your actual relationship with him lasted for one year but for two entire years after that you two could not leave one another alone. you saw each other multiple times a week but every time you started to believe that it was more than just ‘’seeing each other’’ and that you could finally get back together, jude proved you wrong. it wasn't like you were any better than him, you also found comfort in the back and forth, but jude enjoyed all of it. he found pleasure in getting your hopes up just to crush them with a simple action, all of that knowing that you would find your way back into his bed anyways. it was a few months before the end of the 22-23 season that you decided it was enough and moved back to england. you cut contact with everyone, choosing to block jude first, and focus solely on your career. you haven't heard from the footballer since your last conversation, one that stayed in your mind since then. you could still replay what was said perfectly.

‘’aren't you tired of this jude?’’ you had told him one night, laying on your bed while he got dressed

‘’of what?’’

‘’stop acting clueless you know exactly what im talking about’’

‘’then no i’m not tired’’

‘’you don't ever wish we could just be a normal couple’’

‘’we already tried that and it didn’t work, clearly you're not made for me’’

he had left your house without saying anything else, leaving you crying in the bed. it wasn’t rare for jude to stay stuff like this but it still hurt. you shaked the memory of your mind and left work. you decided to walk home instead of taking the bus, giving you the opportunity to enjoy the cold but still enjoyable temperature of the early october weeks. getting back into your apartment, you hurriedly took a shower before crashing into your bed.

when you woke up the day after, you were full of excitement and apprehension. today, you would start working with the players and that both meant helping footballers you spent years adoring and facing the one man you were running away from. as you got in the shower, you begged the world to not make you encounter jude today. your wish was granted for the majority of the day, you met a few players like modric and nacho and helped them with minor pain from training. obviously, your luck couldn't last all day and as you went to pick up your lunch, you heard a familiar voice behind your back. you froze, scared that he had talked to you but calmed yourself down when you realized he was actually having a conversation with his teammates. you tried to be as discreet as possible while still actively listening to what they were saying. you felt your stomach tightened every time you heard jude talking, you may have heard his voice in interviews but it was way different hearing him when he stood just a few feet behind you.

‘’bro my ankle fucking hurts because of you’’ you heard jude say

‘’i didn’t even push you that hard man’’ one of his teammates responded

‘’getting injured before a big game is not good jude, you should go see the physiotherapists’’

‘’there's a new one too, luka told me she was really good’’

guessing that luka was probably modric, you felt proud that such a legend said you were good at this job but the feeling of proudness was quickly washed away by the realization that jude was going to come see you after lunch. you turned to the left and still with the most discretion you could have, you ran back to the physio’s local. all lunch, your mind raced as you tried to think of an idea to avoid him. you knew he was bound to notice you but you didn't think it was going to happen so soon. you sighed when you saw lucia, your coworker and now friend, come into the local.

‘’lucia, i have a favor to ask you’’

‘’of course, whats up’’

‘’i heard that bellingham is probably going to come get treated here after lunch, and i'm quite stressed, i already saw quite a lot of players today, i don't know if i can do well with him too. could you take him instead of me?’’

lucia, being the good person that she is, refused to take jude and told you that she was certain you could treat him and that you had performed excellently with the first players so there was no reason you could not do the same thing with him. obviously there was a reason but you couldn't tell that to lucia, leaving you with no choice but to face your ex. for the next thirty minutes, you kept anxiously glancing at the door, wondering when he would come in. the fact that all the other physiotherapists had left to do other things did not make you feel any less stressed at all. you jumped when the glass door opened and lifted up your head to see jude enter the room. you saw his whole demeanor shift when he recognized you. choosing to avoid confrontation, you switched to your professional side before he could ask you anything. you hurried the conversation, interrupting him everytime he wanted to address the clear elephant in the room. you prescribed him a few pain meds, told him to lay off training tomorrow and to put on some ice before turning away from him hoping that he would dismiss himself. you faced your desk too scared to see if he was still behind but a presence coming closer to your body indicated to you that he wasn’t planning on leaving without talking to you.

‘’you’re gonna keep pretending that you don’t know me or are you gonna be mature’’

‘’don’t talk to me about being mature’’ you scoffed

‘’what’s that supposed to mean?’’

you were about to give him a piece of your mind but decided against it, not wanting to fight at your workplace.

‘’nothing jude just go’’

he didn't leave instead letting his eyes scan your face and scan your features that he had missed so much. he hadn't seen you anywhere, not even on social media, in the past months and you looked so much different. you looked healthier and he noted the clear difference in your eyes, they lacked the hint of desperation and sadness they always had when you two were on and off. he debated for a second if he should just go and leave you alone for good but he knew that he could never resist being close to you especially if you were going to be working around him from now on.

‘’why did you leave without saying anything’’ he asked softly

‘’what was the point of staying, you said it yourself i'm not made for you’’

‘’you know i didn't mean that’’ he sighed

‘’you seemed pretty sure of yourself though’’

lucia entered the room at this moment, forcing jude to swallow back his excuses. he muttered a quiet goodbye that you responded to for the sake of professionalism and left the room. you felt the pressure leaving your shoulders and absentmindedly answered your coworker’s questions, assuring her that everything went well.

it wasn't until one week after your first encounter that you came face to face with jude again. you had successfully avoided him and you suspected he stopped trying to find you after a few days, he was never the one to put in efforts after all. you bumped into him at the cafeteria, he was accompanied by brahim and arda making you think that he would just ignore you but instead he excused himself to his teammates before dragging you out of the cafeteria. you protested but the firm grip he had on your shoulder forced you to keep walking. he led you to a secluded bathroom and closed the door before leaning against the sink, looking at you without uttering a word. his intense gaze would have had you on your knees a few months ago but you had gained a lot of self-respect since then.

‘’you brought me there and you’re not gonna say shit?’’

"let me get a good look at you baby, it's been so long"

"don't call me that"

even though you stood up to the man, you were still feeling giddy inside. you felt yourself sinking deeper into the comfort jude brought you and you knew that a few sweet words from him and you would be back into his arms. jude took one of your hand and pulled you closer to him, your body practically standing between his part legs. you huffed and shot daggers at him.

"you're not even trying to talk to me, you just wanna get in my pants jude"

"that's not true. i missed you close to me that's all."

you didn't say anything back waiting for him to continue and give you at least some sort of apology.

" i'm sorry for what i said before you left, i didn't mean it. you're the one for me i've always known that. we're both just so difficult sometimes"

"both? nah just you" you responded arching an eyebrow

"no both of us baby"

you kept your gaze on the ground, thinking about it all. were you still the kind of girl who ran back to her ex after an half-assed apology? maybe you were, or maybe you were going to make him work for it a bit more. you didn't have any time to make your choice as jude continued his apology.

"we're both difficult yeah but i know i'm the reason we never got back together. you left because of that and when i saw you here in madrid, i swear i was going to leave you alone. but i just can't baby. i tried but i'm like a moth to a fucking flame"

as he talked, he moved your bodies closer and closer to eachother. he didn't even seem to notice his moments, like this was something way too natural to him. your chests were pressed together and he took one of your hands in his bringing it to his mouth, kissing it.

"how am i supposed to believe you're not only saying empty words"

"why would i say all of this? just to fool you?"

you didn't need to think about it anymore. you may had tried to get away from jude but you could never resist him for long. you and him were tied to each other.

you brought your hands to his chest, gripping his shirt to bring his face closer to yours. you looked into his eyes searching for anything that might tell you that he wasn't honest but you were only met with an amount of love you never knew he could even have for you. jude closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you dumb. you had missed his lips and you never wanted to part from them again but the door of the bathroom opening forced you apart. you glanced to the left to see a member of the staff, that you didn't recognize thankfully, and stepped away from jude. the guy who entered the room excused himself and left the two of you alone.

"bad timing i guess" jude said, letting out a chuckle

you kissed him again, this time not for long before parting away from him. you barely moved away from jude, keeping your foreheads almost touching. he had his eyes closed, letting you admire his long lashes and pretty lips.

"promise it won't be like it was in dortmund " you whispered, not wanting to break the quiet atmosphere you basked in.

"mmh"

"tell me jude"

he opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his face as he took in your features. his hands stroked your cheek and you smiled, not used to such sweetness from him.

"i promise you my love, it'll be different"

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me 🤝 spending all day writing fanfics when i stay home from school

#football #football imagine #jude bellingham #real madrid #jude bellingham imagine #jude x reader #football x reader #jude bellingham x reader #hey jude :) #jb5 #jude bellingham fanfic

[lucybronzey]

you're enough - lucy bronze

pairing: Lucy Bronze x fem!reader warnings: none word count: 1,544 author's note: Please note that my dyslexia still affects my writing and there can be lots of grammar/vocabulary/phrasing mistakes. Feedback is always welcome! Please do not translate, copy/paste or take credit/ownership of any of my stories! summary: In the aftermath of losing the Women's World Cup 2023 final, Lucy Bronze finds solace in the unwavering support of her girlfriend Y/N, who stands by her side with love and understanding. With the comforting presence of Y/N and her brother Jorge's family, Lucy realises that her victories and losses are shared experiences. Being hand in hand, Lucy and Y/N find strength in each other's love, as they face the world together with an unbreakable spirit.

The stadium buzzed with anticipation as fans filled the stands, their cheers echoing off the walls. The Women's World Cup 2023 final England versus Spain was about to begin and the air was charged with excitement and nervous energy. Among the sea of supporters, you stood with her brother Jorge and his family, all donning Lucy Bronze shirts. Your heart raced as they waited for the match to kick off.

You glanced at your girlfriend, Lucy Bronze, who stood on the pitch with her teammates, wearing a determined expression despite the pressure of the championship match. Lucy's fiery determination and passion were what had first drawn you to her and it was that same fire that made you believe that Lucy and her team could conquer anything, even in the face of a challenging Spanish opponent.

As the game progressed, the tension in the stadium grew with every play, every shot, and every save. The score remained locked in a 1-0 to Spain's side and the clock ticked down to the final minutes of the match, with added 13 extra minutes on the display. Your heart ached for Lucy and her teammates as they fought valiantly on the field, their determination evident in every sprint and slide tackle.

When the Spanish team was given the penalty, the England fans, including you, were shouting in disappointment. But Mary Earps managed to save that and the crowd roared in happiness. With just seconds left on the clock, the opposing team managed to keep their only goal which was kicked in the first half of the game. The English side of the stadium has been in an eerie silence since then. The final whistle blew and the scoreboard displayed the heartbreaking result: Lucy and her team had lost the Women's World Cup.

Your heart sank, your own disappointment mirrored in the tear-filled eyes of Lucy as she sat down on the pitch, Keira Walsh making sure she was okay. You exchanged a worried glance with Jorge, but he gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, reminding you of the unwavering support they had for Lucy.

It was time for the ending ceremony. You could see from your seat that Lucy was madly disappointed as she wanted to bring the trophy home. As she stepped on the stage, she could not even shake hands with FIFA's president, understandably you thought so. Lucy's upset glance could be illuminated in the upcoming team's silver medal picture as well. You could feel she was very keen on leaving the pitch and just going to the locker room, getting her stuff and taking the route back to the hotel.

After the ceremony, she took the last chance to take everything in at once, sobbing whilst seated at the team's seating area, being comforted by her Barcelona teammate, Batlle. Obviously, you had no idea what they were discussing but it did not matter. All that mattered at this point was Lucy's well-being and herself. Whilst Lucia was having a conversation with Ona, you were having a little play with one of Jorge's children. You were extremely grateful for having a good relationship with Jorge, his wife and children and they were madly happy that Lucy had found someone like you.

After some minutes, Lucia gave a hug to Ona and made her way to the locker room. The locker room was filled with a palpable mix of frustration and sadness. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the linoleum floor echoed as players moved about, changing out of their uniforms. Lucy slumped onto a bench, her head bowed and her teammates exchanged sombre looks as they passed by. There was no music played as usual. No one was in the mood for it.

You told Jorge that you were going to check Lucy and meet them afterwards in the hotel. You made your way to the players' tunnel, waiting for Lucy to emerge from the locker room. Your heart ached to see Lucy so dejected whilst sitting in her booth and you knew that your girlfriend would be taking the loss hard. When Lucy finally appeared, you rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight hug.

After the hug, you took a deep breath and approached Lucy steadily, crouching down in front of her. You gently lifted Lucy's chin, meeting her gaze with a soft smile. "Hey," you said, your voice warm and comforting.

Lucy managed a faint smile in return, though her eyes still held a hint of lingering disappointment and the colour red from crying. "Hey," she replied softly.

"I know it's tough," you said, brushing a strand of hair away from Lucy's face. "But remember, you've achieved so much to get here. And I'm incredibly proud of you, no matter the outcome."

Lucy's lips quirked up in a half-smile. "I wish I could've brought home the trophy for you, for us, for the nation, for the country."

You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Lucy's forehead. "You've already won my heart, Lucy. And that's more valuable than any trophy. Your heart is more golden and sparkly than the stupid trophy and medal."

Lucy's eyes glistened with gratitude as she reached out and held your hand. Both of your fingers intertwined, creating a reassuring connection that spoke volumes without words. "Thank you," she whispered. Lucy's teammates rallied around her, offering words of encouragement and support, reminding her that they were a team in both victory and defeat. As the players began to disperse, Lucy stood up and you wrapped your arms around her in a tight embrace.

"We're all here for you, Lucy," you said softly. "No matter what."

Lucy held onto you tightly, her heart warming at the depth of their connection. "I love you," she murmured.

"I love you too, always and forever," you replied, squeezing her gently.

Together, you left the locker room, walking hand in hand, ready to face the world outside. The night air was cool against your skin as you both stepped into the quiet embrace of the evening. The stadium lights cast a soft glow and Lucy looked up at you, her expression filled with gratitude.

As they walked side by side, the bustling energy of the stadium faded into the distance, replaced by the tranquillity of the night. The gentle breeze rustled through the trees next to the stadium, carrying with it a sense of renewal. You could feel the weight of the disappointment lifting from Lucy's shoulders, replaced by a growing sense of peace.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," Lucy said, her voice soft but filled with sincerity.

You smiled sincerely, giving Lucy's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You don't have to do anything, Lucy. I'm here because I love you and I'll be by your side no matter what."

Lucy's lips curved into a genuine smile, her heart warmed by your unwavering support. "I'm so lucky."

You continued your leisurely walk to the place where the bus was waiting for you all. The stadium lights twinkled in the distance, creating a picturesque backdrop for your quiet moment together. The world around both of you seemed to fade into the background as you focused on each other.

"You know," you said, breaking the silence, "this journey, win or lose, will not bring any drawbacks or anything negative. It's shown me just how strong and resilient you are."

Lucy's gaze held a mixture of emotions—gratitude, determination, and a touch of vulnerability. "I wouldn't have made it this far without you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. "And after all of this defeat and everything else, I wouldn't be who I am today without you. You've taught me about dedication, passion and the importance of enjoying the presence."

Lucy's grip on your hand tightened, a gesture of reassurance and affection. "We're a team, aren't we?"

You nodded, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "Yes, we are. No matter what life throws our way, we'll face it together."

As you entered the bus, you both took a seat next to each other. Lucia turned to you, her eyes reflecting a sense of wonder and appreciation. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Your smile was filled with genuine affection. "Because I love you, Lucia Roberta. Your victories are my victories, and your losses are my losses. We're in this journey together."

Lucy leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. In that moment, under the gentle embrace of the night and dimmed bus lights, you both felt a profound connection—a bond that transcended the wins and losses, a love that was unbreakable and everlasting.

As the bus started to drive towards the hotel, you had your hands still intertwined, you held Lucy's head on your shoulder, knowing that their journey was far from over. With each challenge you and Lucy faced, you both would continue to find strength in each other's presence and the love between you both would guide you through every twist and turn.

And so, as the night unfolded around the two of you, Lucy and you couldn't wait to get to the hotel, cherishing the moments and the boundless love that had carried both of you through the highs and lows of life, united in unbreakable spirit.

#mine #read #masterlist #lucy bronze #lb #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze oneshot #woso #woso x reader #fc barcelona #fc barcelona femeni #fc barca #women's world cup #wwc #wwc 2023 #lionesses #england #england wnt

[alexias-putellas]

centre of attention // a.bonmatí x reader

a.bonmatí x reader

based on this request! wanted to get something out for you guys so voila. not proofread as per usual

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despite being named as one of the greatest of your generation, you were incredibly humble. you always credited others before yourself, always mentioning the person who gave the assist whenever asked about a goal you scored in post match interviews.

most people assumed it was because of how genuinely nice of a person you were and how much you adored your teammates, which was true, but really it was because you absolutely loathed being the centre of attention and this fact was known by your club and country teammates—who made it their mission to tease you about it to no end.

your girlfriend however never took part in it so you were thankful that you had at least one person on your side. of course she poked a little bit of fun at your shyness but aitana knew when to stop.

so when you walked up to take a corner during a game, booted it with all your might and accidentally curled it straight into the top corner securing your hattrick, you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up.

but that couldn’t happen so you plastered a smile onto your face and approached your celebrating teammates. their grins almost made you scowl and you took their congratulatory comments in jest, knowing that they were holding back until after the game.

“buen trabajo.” aitana whispered to you and the smile that grew on your face was a genuine one.

“gracias, my love.”

barcelona won the game and since you were subbed off not long after the corner, you were wrapped up in a big puffer jacket as you made your way back onto the pitch. you headed straight for your girlfriend, throwing your arms around her.

“here she is!” lucy shouted before her arms were around your waist and she lifted you up. “little miss hattrick!”

“oh my god! lucia roberta, put me down now!” you hissed loudly, your face growing warmer with every laughing teammate you passed.

as soon as your feet touched the ground again, you shot straight over to aitana, tucking yourself into her side whilst glaring at lucy.

“i think you are wanted over there cariño.” aitana pointed over her shoulder and you groaned.

“oh, aita, no! don’t make me go over there.”

your girlfriend giggled before gently pushing you in the direction of the interviewer. you greeted her politely and took the outstretched microphone.

“what a game that was!” she said and you nodded in agreement. “barcelona have been unstoppable this season, it’s incredible.”

“i know. the girls have been amazing, it’s such an honour to play alongside them all. we’re having so much at the moment with each other and with the fans and we can’t wait to get more results like this for them.”

“before we do anything else, we have to talk about the hattrick, right? we have to.”

you felt your face heat up and smiled shyly. “i don’t think we have to–“

“of course we do!” the interviewer laughed as you scrunched up your nose. “oh we have another guest!”

you made a noise of confusion before looking over your shoulder, beaming at an approaching aitana. she smiled and stood next to you, holding something out.

“for you,” she said and you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at her hands. “player of the match!”

you rolled your eyes fondly but took it from her hands, feeling the heat on your face worsen. the far sound of your teammates cheering had you hiding in the collar of your coat and the interviewer was laughing again. “well deserved if you ask me.”

“exactly,” aitana agreed, throwing her arm over your shoulder. “nobody else scored a hattrick, did they? and did you see that last goal? asombrosa, tan asombrosa.”

you didn’t think it was possible for your face to get any hotter than it already was as aitana praised you. taking a peek, you scowled as she grinned at you.

“and she had two assists,” your girlfriend continued and you silently prayed for the ground to swallow you up. “two assists, three goals, and she was all over the pitch. we can talk about that corner goal again if you want.”

you shook your head frantically as aitana laughed, feeling utterly grateful when the interviewer spoke up again. “well it was lovely to speak with you ladies. congratulations on a great win and we’ll let you celebrate now.”

“gracias, gracias,” you spluttered out, waving quickly before shooting out of the cameras view. aitana was quick to follow after saying her own goodbye and you were quick to shove her away. “i should kill you with this aita!”

“but you won’t amor.”

“i should,” you muttered, glaring at her halfheartedly. “but you’re right. i won’t.”

aitana smiled and wrapped her arm around you again, pulling you into her side. “you know you are really cute when you are shy.”

“cállate or i really will kill you with this.”

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #aitana bonmatí #aitana bonmati imagine #aitana bonmati x reader

[silvergreenseraphim]

The Relationship Between Glenn and Rufus

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Glenn, a messenger from Wutai, appears often before Rufus. Though their conversations suggest that the two were old acquaintances, the exact nature of their relationship remains a mystery. Here is a summary of their meaningful exchanges and the relationship between them and Wutai as depicted in related works.

In the small box, it has some information on Rufus and Team Glenn’s connections to Wutai.

In "FVII Before Crisis", four years ago, Rufus lent a hand to the Wutai-based Avalanche.

Glenn comes into contact with Sephiroth, who was dispatched to Wutai seven years ago, in the opening of "The First Soldier" arc of "FFVII Ever Crisis".

Matt and Lucia, who were Glenn's colleagues (introduced by Yuffie in CHAPTER 7 as the "three ex-soldiers"), appear as captains in flashback scenes of the original Avalanche soldiers.

A small text wall next to Glenn’s death scene says:

When Rufus heard Glenn's name in Junon, a vision of him shooting a man flashes through his mind.

Text wall beside the “Please contact Captain Matt” dialogue says:

It appears that Matt and Lucia were participating in the operation to attack the Shinra Building.

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Examples of Important Conversations Between Glenn and Rufus

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Rufus: "You're alive?"

Glenn: "Most certainly dead.”

(This was a bit of dialogue in the game that was difficult to translate. If anyone has a correction for it, please let me know. It appears that Glenn says he is “Dead, of course” to Rufus’ statement).

Rufus is surprised at Glenn's survival, and Glenn responds with a laugh. It sounds like a joking response, but based on his later words and actions, it may not be a joke at all.

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Rufus: "The Governor will not stand on such a poor set.”

Glenn: "I see! Growing up a young master/rich kid is so bothersome.”

Rufus said these words as if he knew Sufur’s personality well. Glenn calls Sufur a rich kid/brat, but in Junon, he also mocked Rufus, saying, “Fond of (drawing) visions as ever, young master/rich kid).”

(I once again have been trying to receive help on this specific line because the connection here is how Glenn calls both Sufur and Rufus “Botchan,” which is an interesting term for a rich young master or boy. More in this in another post).

Glenn & Sephiroth: "Our 'Promised Land' will be born." Good (for you), you’ve succeeded your father.”

In the commentary scene, Sephiroth's appearance and voice overlap with Glenn, implying that Glenn's actions up to that point were in line with Sephiroth's intentions.”

Glenn: “As good at shooting people in the back as ever.”

A line that suggests that Rufus once shot Glenn in the back. It is also revealed in this scene that the person who had been thought to be Glenn was one of those in the black cloaks.

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My translations are rough at the moment because I am hurrying, but I trust that I was able to get the essential parts accurate.

This is not much new information but I would say it confirms some things.

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1. Glenn is dead.

2. It was a black cloak in line with Sephiroth’s intentions. Based on the other instances where black cloaks interact with Cloud with Sephiroth’s intentions, it is safe to say that this was also Sephiroth. A part of his will perhaps.

3. There is nothing suggesting that this was Jenova, as some were saying.

4. Sephiroth heavily mocks Rufus at every chance he gets and appears to hate him passionately.

5. Glenn came in contact with Sephiroth 7 years after Sephiroth was dispatched to Wutai. This is the opening of the First Soldier.

6. Rufus and the Before Crisis plot of his involvement with Avalanche has been confirmed.

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#now to keep working on an analysis post with the rest of “glenn’s” dialogue #glenn lodbrok #team glenn #rufus shinra #sephiroth #wutai #ffvii rebirth #fvii first soldier #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #the first soldier #fvii rebirth spoilers #rebirth spoilers

[guardarecheluna]

Masterlist!

Fluff💖. Angst❤️‍🩹. Smut❤️‍🔥.

Who is writing? About me- HERE.

SERIES

Dadrry (Non!au, famous!H) This universe is chronologically ordered according to their storyline. Can be read as stand alones.

There's a version of life that i want, and it's just like this. 💖 Summary: Their first meeting. Eyes searching for the other in the sea of people, clumsy, clammy hands grabbing at each other in the night, just for some sort of connection. Y/N swore up and down that love isn’t something you just find, it’s something you create. Oh, how wrong she was.

I'd do anything for smiles, i'd move heaven and earth. 💖❤️‍🩹 Summary: Harry wants a family with Y/N, actually, he wants nothing else. Y/N isn’t so sure about the whole baby thing, until everything changes.

I know you'd never leave me behind, but i am lost this time.💖❤️‍🩹 S‍ummary: Harry has never been an anxious person before having his daughter. And bursting through the baby bubble, leaving the safety of home behind was more difficult than expected; way more difficult than expected.

Who was i, to deserve such a love? 💖 Summary: Ruth is just a newborn, and Elida is having her big day, singing in the Lucia choir on december 13th and the parents are emotional and nostalgic.

ONE SHOTS

Wishing you were here tonight is like holding on. (CEO)💖❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥 Pleasing CEO, Harry Styles, has a massive crush on his newest creative hire, Y/N. Harry is sickly in love with her and he feeling like he could explode at any given moment. As Harry and Y/N grow closer because of an incident, harry can’t seem to hold back anymore. Maybe he doesn’t want to.

You know i've been your baby since the day that we met. (CEO) 💖❤️‍🔥 Harry is bewitched by her, and he would do absolutely anything to make her happy, even though she sometimes doesn’t want him to.

Upcoming: Tattoo artist H: Y/N had gotten douzens of tattoos before. But never from Harry Styles. And things turn interesting, VERY interesting. ❤️‍🔥

Best man!H and Maid of honor!Y/N: attend a wedding together as a couple, and Harry can barely hold back his emotions of seeing her walk down the aisle.❤️‍🔥💖

Requests? - put them here!

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x reader #harry styles writing

[possibilistfanfiction]

surgeons au word prompt - "breathless"

[early days, also if u like climbing this is a bonus fun one lol]

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you’re already kind of gassed when beatrice gets to the gym, mostly hanging out on the mat with marco and watching jehan slip from a hold on a new v6 over and over again. 

the first time you met beatrice, a few years ago, when she had just moved and was new to the gym, she had climbed a few lower grades and stretched and then quietly and calmly puzzled her way through a hard v7 that you’d been trying to send for days. she’s, like, totally sick and also really reserved, so it’s extra cool when she sits with you and asks about how your landscaping job is going or how your cat is enjoying the new perch you’d gotten, always remembering the most important parts of all the stupid shit you tell her. 

you — and the rest of the guys, too — have also been trying to set her up for, like, two years now. in your opinion, you’d had the best shot with lucia, who you’d flirted with at the coffee shop next door until she laughed kindly and told you she wasn’t interested in men. which, totally cool, because obviously, no offense to jehan, but his sister kind of sucks, so of course that was going to be a bust with someone as cool as beatrice. 

disappointingly, though, she and lucia had decided to just be friends, a huge bummer because beatrice would’ve had a hot girlfriend and danny would’ve owed you twenty bucks, but it’s cool. she climbs on her days off from work — it’s, like, fucking wild to actually know a surgeon — and blows you all out of the water with what seems like just a moderate amount of effort. 

today, though — in addition to the free barbecue your boss had bought for lunch — fucking rocks, because someone very pretty walks in, holding hands with beatrice and smiling as they talk animatedly, using a cane with most steps but gesturing with it when something in their conversation is extra exciting, which makes beatrice smile a smile you’ve definitely never seen before. she had very briefly mentioned a few weeks ago that she had gone on a first date, blushing profusely when you had gotten excited and then flying up a few routes in quick succession, which had made you laugh. you hadn’t gotten anything else out of her, but you’re not offended because she mostly just listens and climbs, always willing to talk you through a route that you’re struggling with that she’s sent before. 

‘hey beatrice,’ you greet, maybe too eagerly, when she stops by the cubbies to put her clogs and jacket away. 

she smiles though — not the same one as earlier, but definitely kind still. ‘hey sam.’ she turns to the person next to her, who is grinning, bouncing on their toes a little even. ’ava, this is sam, one of my friends here. sam, this is ava.’

there’s no more explanation, and you’re momentarily a little worried that ava’s feelings might get hurt, but their happy expression doesn’t change a bit, and they shake your offered hand enthusiastically.

‘i’ve been asking bea for weeks if i could come watch her climb.’

beatrice, for her part, doesn’t change course from where she’s slipping on her climbing shoes, situating a beanie — typical in general for her, but not this pale blue she has on right now — after she’d taken her hoodie off. her t-shirt is also new, worn and faded from a school you know she definitely didn’t go to, and it’s kind of, like, the best day ever. your mom always reminds you that, sometimes, you come on a little too strong when you’re excited, so you take a deep breath and remind yourself to be totally normal.

‘bea’s amazing,’ you say, normal but honest too. 

ava looks toward beatrice fondly. ‘she told me that she was competent, which, in beatrice translation, means totally fucking awesome.’

you laugh.

‘and,’ ava adds, following when beatrice nods once and then chalks her hands, keeping it all inside her bag so neatly — enviable, always — and then stands, silently, in front of a v3, ‘i imagine it’s, like, really hot.’

thankfully, beatrice doesn’t turn around, so she misses your absolute beaming smile at ava. theoretically you guess they could be friends, but you’ve never seen beatrice voluntarily touch another person in two years, so you think, for someone to get to hold beatrice’s hand, to make her happy like that, probably means they’re something. 

beatrice glides through the route, smooth and patient, just warming up, and ava sits down on the edge of the mat next to you and sighs.’ i love being right.’

you laugh. ‘that’s just a warm up for her too.’ sure enough, beatrice stretches a bit and then climbs up and down two v1s in quick and easy succession. she’s calm and fast; even if you can sometimes send routes she’s, honestly, just a little too short for, you’re fairly certain you never make things look effortless. 

‘are you gonna try climbing?’ you ask, because it’s easy and because ava’s only half paying attention to you anyway. jehan and marco start talking to beatrice about the route they’ve been stuck on, and she puts her hands on her hips and looks at it critically, ava watching the whole time.

‘nah,’ he says. ‘i’ve got a lot of hardware in my spine.’ he turns his back to you, and you see a few scars between his shoulder blades, up to the middle of his neck and going down below the hem of his tank too. 

‘dude, gnarly,’ you say, which, like, whoops, maybe, but you’re super relived when ava just laughs.

‘keeps me up and walking most days, but i don’t think i can do that.’ she gestures over to where jehan has gotten stuck, once again, on an admittedly difficult crimp on the overhang. 

‘well, to be fair,’ you say, as jehan walks over to you both in easy defeat, ‘neither can he.’

‘ha ha,’ he says, then smiles and sits down next to ava, offers his hand and introduces himself. ‘you’re here with beatrice?’

‘yeah,’ ava says, softening a little. ‘i’m her — we’re dating? i guess?’

jehan hums, taking his shoes off for a break and sitting back on his hands. ‘well, we’ve tried to set beatrice up with people for years now, and no one has really gotten past a second date, so i’d say you’re doing great.’

ava laughs, delighted. ‘we’ll circle back to all those failed dates later, because that could definitely be mostly your fault.’

‘hey—‘

‘but, i don’t know.’ ava shrugs. ‘i met her at work and things have just felt, like, really good. easy, even if she’s so quiet sometimes. makes my rambling even worse.’

you all laugh. ‘happens to the best of us,’ jehan says.

‘you’re a surgeon too?’

ava nods, a little pride straightening their spine, lifting their shoulders. ‘i’m still just an intern, but, yeah.’

‘that’s so cool,’ you say, and jehan nods in agreement. ‘jehan’s an engineer —‘

‘— very boring —‘

‘— but i barely graduated high school. i can’t imagine eight years after that, jesus christ.’

ava nods. ‘i have a phd, so even more than that.’

‘jesus christ.’

she just laughs. ‘bea was actually my boss, but i charmed her so much she admitted to the chief of surgery she “had feelings for me” and “needed me to switch to another resident’s service” so she could “pursue something.”’ the air quotes give you a moment of pause but then ava gets all soft. ‘which is awesome, because now we can actually date instead of just, like, yearn or whatever.’

‘ah, the yearning,’ marco says, joining you. ‘sounds gay.’

‘it’s about beatrice,’ you say, ’so, yeah, definitely.’

marco introduces themself and gives ava a high five. ‘are you, like, co-yearning now, or do we need to pester beatrice into committing?’

ava’s smile turns smug. ‘oh, she’s committed.’

the three of you whoop happily, which causes beatrice to turn toward all of you with a glare. it’s not intimidating, though, because her eyes are soft when she looks at ava, who shrugs with a smirk.

‘oh, you’re like, beatrice kryptonite, aren’t you?’ marco asks.

‘maybe she’ll finally get dinner with us tonight then,’ you say, excited about the prospect of beatrice actually coming with you to the brewery next door rather than saying next time again and again. ‘if you’re, like, not busy, obviously.’

ava gets a little distracted by beatrice carefully setting her hands on the wall, but he shakes his head. ‘no, we both have tomorrow off. but you owe me a round if i can convince her.’

‘oh, deal. easy.’

ava returns your fist bump but watches, a little breathless, as beatrice gets to the hold that’s been getting all three of you all afternoon. of course — of course — she breezes right through it, getting a foothold that you’d all missed too to send the route.

‘first try,’ jehan whines. ‘not fair, beatrice.’

she laughs from the top of the wall, then climbs halfway down and lands silently on her feet, walks over to you and sits on the edge of the mat.

‘have they been bothering you?’ she asks.

ava shakes her head, delighted. ‘definitely not. i’ve divulged all of your greatest secrets, though.’

beatrice rolls her eyes but she’s clearly happy, happier than you’ve ever seen her, for sure, comfortable and, when she gets up to do one of the hardest routes in the gym, a horrible v10, marco laughs. ’oh, now she’s just showing off,’ they say.

‘yeah,’ you agree when beatrice decides to just dyno the last hold, totally insane, ‘she never climbs like this just for us.’

‘well,’ ava says, ‘i am prettier, no offense.’

you all laugh, and you finally get the v6 with beatrice talking you through it, ava cheering you on. you climb for an hour longer — mostly, you watch beatrice climb and talk to your friends — until she gives up on a v8 and calls it. 

she sits down next to all of you, the kind of tired only climbing makes you, and slips her shoes off. 

‘bea did a six hour valve replacement today,’ ava says, looking at beatrice with overwhelming affection and easily identifiable pride, nothing hidden. ‘so this was extra crazy.’

‘fucking nuts.’ jehan bumps his knuckles with beatrice, who just looks down at her hands, dusting the remaining chalk off, shy all of a sudden, before she stands and pads over to the cubbies to put her hoodie on and gather her things. 

‘she’s, like, our favorite,’ you say. ‘just so you know.’

ava nods, gentle. ‘yeah. she’s my favorite too. it’s good to meet you guys; she loves coming here, even if she won’t tell you.’

you shrug. ‘she shows us everything we get stuck on, so we know.’

beatrice walks back over to get her shoes and, presumably, also ava. 

‘we were just talking about you,’ ava says with a grin, far, far too confident for beatrice to not be wary of. 

‘hmm?’

‘yeah, how you and i are gonna join your friends for dinner next door.’

‘oh, i — uh, well, we have food at my house, and —‘

ava just bats her lashes and puts a hand on beatrice’s hip, runs her thumb under beatrice’s t-shirt for, like, one whole second, before beatrice gives in.

‘fine,’ she says, not sounding overly enthused but she’s relaxed and happy so it’s all a front anyway. and, this time, gentler: ‘fine.’

ava just kisses her cheek and then turns to the three of you and winks.

‘oh, you’re lethal,’ marco says while jehan laughs.

‘one round on me,’ you tell ava.

‘this was a bet?’ beatrice asks, as indignant as she can possibly be holding ava’s hand carefully and still blushing from being pecked on the cheek. 

‘only a bet if there’s a chance for both sides to win,’ ava says, smug as hell, which makes you laugh. ‘but whatever, i want a burger.’

beatrice sighs. ‘well, then, let’s go, i suppose.’

ava ends up getting free rounds of beers for everyone, somehow charming the server, and beatrice just watches quietly, comfortable and pleased.

‘happy for you, dude,’ you say when marco and jehan are showing ava their favorite pinball machine. 

beatrice smiles, genuine. ‘thank you, sam. i’m sorry if i —‘ she shakes her head — ‘i’m glad we get to climb together.’

‘you’re a dope climber,’ you say, ‘and a dope friend. i’m glad too. and ava’s fucking rad.’

beatrice laughs, looks over to where ava is cheering for herself, succeeding at one level of pinball. ‘yes, he is.’

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #surgeons au #butch bea 🥺🫡 #honestly this is mostly bc it's so fucking wild to watch Really Good Climbers just like #casually & calmly send the most insane shit #ava would charm an entire gym too god bless #& the climbing boys would LOVE bea like... they'd love her sm. they'd love ava sm

[rottenpumpkin13]

If we're going strictly timeline wise and Glenn gets shot in CC era 0001, imagine Sephiroth and Zack having a lovely heartbreaking sit-down where Sephiroth tells Zack he knows what he's going through with Angeal because of what recently happened to Glenn

• Zack and Sephiroth are sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the water tower, overlooking Nibelheim at 2 in the morning when the rest of the village is fast asleep.

• Neither of them are sure how they ended up there asides from Zack couldn't sleep and Sephiroth felt suffocated in his room at the inn.

• Being off duty gives them the freedom to talk about other things, so they take it slow. Zack talks about his friend, Cloud, who's from the village, and how he's a shoo-in to make SOLDIER soon. Sephiroth draws attention to the night sky and how the universe is much more visible out in the mountains compared to the green fog in Midgar.

• Zack mentions how Angeal used to point to the stars and name every single constellation in the sky, and how Zack used to chalk it up to Angeal knowing everything, always having the right answer and knowing just what to say.

• Sephiroth laughs as Zack describes an Angeal he did not know. Sephiroth and Angeal were closer, so he knows how hypocritical and unsure of himself his friend often was.

• And then he grows quiet, remembering that he did have someone once who was older and, in his eyes, wiser; someone he looked up to and could let his guard down around, being every but the vulnerable child he was when they met.

• He ends up mentioning it to Zack, who's scared to pry, but gently coaxes more information out of him. Sephiroth reluctantly tells him about Glenn, Lucia and Matt, and loose details about their desertion and what happened in Rhadore all those years ago.

• Sephiroth tells him how Glenn was one of the bravest men he's ever had the pleasure to call a friend, and honestly the first friend he'd ever had. He was patient, he treated him like a child when no one else did, and made him feel safe if only for the brief time they had together.

• Zack asks what happened to these friends. Sephiroth doesn't say. He can't get it out. He can't seem to get anything out these days, it all becomes intertwined and tangled in his mind—Genesis disappearing, Genesis apparently dying, Angeal dying, Glenn dying, his increasing sense of isolation that growing with every person ripped away from him.

• Zack understands immediately. This time he doesn't pry. They sit in silence, albeit an uncomfortable one, until Sephiroth speaks up.

• He tells Zack that he understands what he's going through with Angeal's death, and gives him some advice. He tells him to hang onto the people he has: Cloud, Aerith, his parents, friends. He says that if had the luxury of being surrounded by as many people as Zack, he would focus on them to keep himself sane.

• Zack nudges him. "You have me!"

• Sephiroth smiles even though his heart has grown heavy from their conversation alone.

• The rest of their talk is bitter-sweet. They share stories about Angeal and make plans to visit Angeal's favorite restaurant when they're back in Midgar. Sephiroth tells Zack that he should invite his friend Cloud too. Maybe even Aerith.

• Zack excitedly agrees—and nearly throws himself from the water tower as he pumps his fist in the air.

• They return to the inn, Sephiroth watching Zack run ahead in front of him and dash up the stairs. He wonders if that's what he looked like to Glenn all those years ago; naive even with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He wonders if that's what he looked like to Glenn the last time they had seen each other not too long ago.

• He sleeps with these thoughts.

• Unfortunately Zack and Sephiroth never get to visit that restaurant back in Midgar. The Nibelheim mission takes a different turn.

#ff7 #ffvii #sephiroth #zack fair #glenn lodbrok #angeal hewley #ff7 crisis core #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #writing

[futbol16]

Lovebirds  • Lucy Bronze

Request: “Could you please do a Lucy Bronze x Reader fic? Lucy and the reader have been dating for awhile and just some moments between them. Some of the Barca girls teasing them about being really lovey dovey with each other.”

Word count: 1,2k

Since Lucy has finally signed with Barcelona, your girlfriend seemed to not be able to spend a minute away from you, something that your teammates found great joy in to start their teasing.

It started on Lucy’s very first day at training when the team noticed that she’d always stick close to you and while she barely uttered a word or two to them, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut around you. But they chalked it up to the language barrier and her asking you for help since you did speak very good Spanish. Then, when she started loosening up a bit and engaging with the others, making jokes, every time your name was brought up she’d either have that dazed look on her face or a light blush. It was adorable, really, but that didn’t mean that you’d miss out on them poking fun at the two of you.

Falling asleep in her arms on the bus after matches became a regular occurrence and she’d look down at you with lovesick eyes as she’d brush the hair out of your face. 

“Oi! Lucia, you’re drooling!” Mapi laughed loudly when the brunette wiped at her mouth and Lucy rolled her eyes. 

“Get back to your girlfriend León.” she shot back before her attention was brought back to you as you muttered.

“Children.” and both girls glared at Ingrid as she agreed.

Arriving at Madrid for games, you held onto Lucy’s hand as you spoke about memories you’ve made in the city from previous games and as Mapi glanced back at the two of you she was sure Lucy was too busy smiling at you to actually listen to what you were saying. This time it’s not her who makes a comment though.

“Lovebirds, hurry up! We actually wanna get to the hotel before the sun sets.” Ana called out to the two of you, the rest of the girls snickering at the two of you as you sped up, but Ana only smiled at you. She was glad you finally had your girl with you, she amongst many of the other girls had listened to you rant about Lucy long before her arrival to the club. They felt like they knew her before they had even met her.

When she scored her first goal for Barcelona against Atlético Madrid, you practically tackled her to the ground, well onto her back since she was already kneeling on the ground. Your ecstatic shout was hard to miss even with the cheering of the fans and soon the others piled on top of you two. Once the celebrations were over, you offered a hand to Lucy and pulled her off the turf to sling your arm around her shoulders and told her how proud you were. 

This time the comments from the fans outweighed the ones of your teammate’s, but there still was someone who called out towards the two of you at the team dinner. You were just about to walk out the door of the cafeteria, pulling Lucy behind you when someone shouted “DON’T BE TOO LOUD TONIGHT!”. Laughter erupted in the cafeteria and even your girlfriend was giggling to which you only watched on amusedly.

Walking into the gym Lucy freezes for a second as she watches you do pull ups, biceps flexing. You eventually jump down breathing heavily and shoot a smile to your girlfriend who instantly takes it as a sign to approach you. She reaches out, squeezing your bicep and you chuckle at her.

“What?” 

“Nothing, it’s just funny how you find this so attractive when you’ve got arms like that.” you gesture to her and she grabs a hold of your hand to bring you closer. She smiles down at you, a cheeky smile.

“Yeah? You think this is hot?” she challenges as she flexes her arm, her confident smile almost faltering when you press a kiss to her shoulder and wink at her.

“You know it!” before walking away and she stands there looking like an idiot. Frido laughs at her and Sandra wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

“Lucy, back to work.” One of the coaches told her.

“Yeah Lucy, back to work!” Sandra mimics with an overly high pitched voice. This catches the youngsters attention.

“She looks red like a stop sign!” Claudia points out with a giggle.

“Or a fresh cooked lobster!”Aitana joins in and you high five both girls who look proud of themselves.

“Ooh burn!”

“Y/N!” Lucy whines defeatedly. 

“What? It was funny!” you reason with a shrug and the brunette only shakes her head with a smile.

“She might need some kisses on that burn.”Frido grins.

“Beso, beso, beso!” the girls start chanting and you laugh at them.

“See what you’ve started!” your girlfriend jokes as you walk back up to her. With the looks she’s giving you it’s hard to resist her and you pull her down to your face to give her a hard kiss. The girls cheer as you do so and you smile pulling away.

“Alright, back to work!”you tell her with a light tap to her bum, Lucy once again watching as you continue your workout.

“I love you.” you murmured into her ear at a team bonding night and Geyse immediately spotted the heat creeping up your girlfriend’s neck, she nudged someone next to her and pointed to the two of you.

“I love you too, so much.” Lucy whispered back accompanied with a kiss to your cheek as she pulled you closer to her body. The card game you were playing was quickly forgotten as you beamed up at her with soft eyes and Lucy leaned down to you. Though just before she could kiss you, a card is flicked your way and you look towards Mapi with an annoyed look. She laughs at your expression before pointing to the camera in Patri’s hand that was directed towards you two.

“Patri!” you exclaim as you jump on her and Lucy watches the two of you wrestling and laughing with a fond look. Someone sitting next to her has her looking at them.

“You know, she’s a lot happier since you got here.” Ingrid nods your way and Lucy turns to you holding down Patri before looking back at Ingrid.

“What do you mean?” Technically it was fair of her to not know what the Norwegian was talking about, you were just as cheery now as you were with the English girls. But you knew that it was only because you could be close with your girlfriend.

“It’s not that she didn’t enjoy being here, but she missed you a lot. She was jumping around in happiness when you called her saying you’ve signed with us.” Ingrid speaks again, giving a squeeze to Lucy’s shoulder.

“I missed her too.” she smiles and the girl leaves her in her dreamy state of watching you with your friends.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #lucy bronze x reader #futbol16

[swayziiwriter]

Party Monster | Trent Alexander-Arnold

summary: you and Trent don’t get along, not a single bit.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

You were here to celebrate Englands very own Jesse Lingard's birthday. The club was filled with people here to celebrate the football stars birthday, you had been good friends with Jesse for years becoming quite close with the England team. Well, at least with most.

"Happy birthday Jesse" I shouted over the loud music while giving my good friend a hug handing his gift over to him. "Ah y/n thank you" he responded grinning back, "y/n" a mocking voice called out. I was called back by the sound of Trent's voice, "Trent, I didn't realize you acknowledged anyone but your self these days" I called back. Trent smirked, as if he couldn't piss me off any further.

"Settle down you two I m not paying for any damages inside the club, you get me" Jesse said in an attempt to suffocate the tension that had now come up. "Wouldn't think of it" I respond with a smile, walking away from Trent's view I headed over to greet Marcus and his fiancée.

Damn I need a drink, I thought to myself. Something to calm my nerves. Trent was good at pissing me off, his constant remarks towards me, his mocking smirk, his annoyingly sexy smile that could make you feel things you didn't want. You would never want him, you couldn't. There has been a mutual dislike between you and Trent since you two has the great displeasure of meeting each other.

It was a petty fight that could have been easily forgotten about if Trent wasn't such a stubborn ass. He was cocky beyond belief, always a new girl tied around his finger anytime he attended a get together. You loathed the girls that he was always parading around with, they were all more obnoxious then the last one.

Trent had made a comment about how you were jealous that those girls weren't you, that really set you off. Since then you and Trent haven't gotten along, the sight of him enough to make you want to leave the country. Though, you couldn't let him ruin tonight. Tonight was about celebrating one of your best friends birthday, and you were not about to spoil a perfect night of dancing and drinking.

"A round of shots and some limes please" you ordered at the bar on a drink run for the rest of the team ready to crack down on some bets. "Lemme help you with those" Trent spoke over the blasting music. I looked over my shoulder to see Trent standing dangerously close to me, hand placed on my waist as if he was trying to claim it. I moved his hand off my waist, pushing him back with a finger.

"Leave me alone Trent, I don't know why you've suddenly become fascinated with talking to me, but i'm not having it" I replied, my voice laced with curiosity to why he was suddenly trying to make nice with me. "Can I not want to turn over a new leaf?" "Leave what happened in the past?" Trent quickly replied back.

The scent of his cologne clouding your thoughts, you needed to get away from him as fast as possible. I fully turned around, now facing him completely. "I tried that Trent and you didn't want any part of it" "well, new year new me" Trent smiled back still clung to your side, you laughed in response. "Liverpool has a better chance of winning the league this season then you "turning over a new leaf" I swiftly replied back, grabbing my tray of shots back to the group leaving Trent dumbfounded at the bar.

•

"Party monster" now blasted through the club, prompting everyone to get on the dance floor. I took a last shot of tequila before heading to the dance floor ready for a night spent with my friends partying and forgetting all about how Trent had made me feel earlier in the night.

I was between Lucia and Tolami, swaying my body to the music focusing on the lyrics. My thoughts were suddenly taken over by Trent. I couldn't stop wondering about where he was, what he was doing, or more who he was doing. I looked over to where most of the team sat, as if he had heard my thoughts, there was Trent. He was watching me, a smirk playing evidently on his face. As if his thoughts were the same as mine.

I suddenly felt insecure. Wondering how I looked right now, was my hair still in place, was my makeup still showing? I tore my eyes away from Trent, telling the girls I was getting another drink shouting over the song still playing. I felt hazy as the clicking of my heels followed my fast pace towards the bar in desperate need of something to calm my nerves.

"Can I get a cosmopolitan please" I ordered, once again faced with the bartender that had also been eyeing me the entire night. He handed me my drink grabbing my other hand as I went to tip, "I haven't seen you here before" he spoke.

Surprised by his actions, I didn't reply back right away. I laughed awkwardly, "I'm here for a friends-" before I could finish Trent ripped my hand away from the bartenders grip grabbing my waist bringing it into his. "She's here with me, you get it" he said, his hand never leaving my side.

"Low it man, I didn't know she was taken" the bartender gulped. "Yea I'm sure that was it, well now you know" "so don't ever put your hands on her again, you understand" Trent harshly said walking me away from the bar down the hallway where I was quickly pushed up against a wall.

"Trent you have no right-" I was again cut off, "I have every right when my girl is being gripped by another guy" he responded. Sliding his hand up my body, toying with the strap of my dress. I scoffed, "your girl?, when have I ever been your girl Trent" I replied, his name rolling off my mouth with a distaste.

"Don't play stupid with me y/n" "I know you saw me staring at you, I know what you felt" he whispered the last part into my ear, chills ran up my exposed back, the air suddenly becoming hot and the tension hotter. Our faces were inches apart my breathing now steady, Trent brought his hand up to my face before smashing his lips onto mine closing the gap between Us.

The kiss was demanding, hot and passionate. Trent grabbed my ass as Ilet out a gasp giving him an opportunity to put his tongue into my mouth. I barley had time for air as he recovered much faster then I did. Football gives you good stamina, "Trent" I breathed out. "Y/n" he responded back.

"I want more, I want you." I said, my voice trembling as he left open mouth kisses down my neck, moaning at the contact. His tongue worked so good against my neck, I wondered what it would be like where I needed him most. He pulled back looking into my eyes before grabbing my ass again, "get your things" he responded with a sexy smile, his eyes dark with lust.

Trent's apartment was quickly turned into a mess, our clothes scattered all over the floor as we made our way to the bedroom. Eager to feel relief and finally give into our sexual desires.

Trent was now under me, breathing heavily as our naked bodies clashed between our kisses. I made my way down his neck, leaving marks for a reminder of tonight. I then reached his abs leaving a trail of kisses down his toned chest, my nipples becoming hard as he gripped them. I placed a kiss on his hard cock, licking the pre cum that dripped down.

Trent moaned softly before swiftly flipping us over, his tall figure now looming over me. He left kisses all over my breasts before taking my left one into his mouth while massaging the right. "So good Trent" I moaned out, Trent slowly leaving my breasts.

Trent moaned softly before swiftly flipping us over, his tall figure now looming over me. He left kisses all over my breasts before taking my left one into his mouth while massaging the right. "So good Trent' I moaned out, Trent left my breast to catch my lips into another passionate kiss. "I want you y/n" Trent whispered into my chest, "then take me" I responded.

Trent lined up with my dripping pussy before thrusting harshly into me, leaving me a moaning mess at how much he filled me up. "So full Trent" I moaned out as his pace sped up hitting all the right places.

Trent continued to pound into me as he leaned down to leave kisses all down my neck as I pulled at his hair earning a low grunt that turned me on even more. I was wrapped around his dick as his hands roamed all around my body unsure of where to place them, the pleasure was too good.

"So close" I moaned out to Trent. "I know, me too" he said before grunting as we both hit a new angle making my legs shake at the feeling.

"Fuck, me Trent" I shouted praising him as I climaxed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My nails leaving marks down his back as he continued to chase his high.

Trent came with a loud grunt, my name falling from his mouth as he coated my walls with his thick load. He leaned down towards me before pulling out and flipping me over so that I was on top of him once again. "y/n, would you like to join me in the shower?" Trent playfully asked. "Of course" I softly replied back as I gave him a long soft kiss.

#Spotify #football #football smut #smutshot #oneshot #england #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander x you #football imagine #trent x reader #trent alexander imagines #imagine #hotmen #soccer #world cup #smut stories #the weeknd #party monster

[loseranthems]

posted this on insta already but I have to theorize here because it's my home base and also I'm popping the cherry on unhinged fan rambling for VI

lucia is the cunning one in charge, she's the career criminal, she's the one who's done time, has the connects, knows the playbook. her and Jason meet somehow (idk why, don't quote me, but my gut is saying he was a customer in a small corner store robbery maybe idk, won't be prison, she'd be in a women's center unless genpop)

he falls for her, he's still green and new, but he's now the tag-a-long. shes using him. like, he's smitten, he's in awe, she's calling the shots and gets him to drive and gets him to leave the fingerprints etc

hence the bed scene with her being like "trust?" while also on top. control.

and then she leaves without a trace one day, she makes the hit, makes the score, gets the final pull and Jason is suddenly stranded. longing, love, abandonment, dirty motel rooms and frantic tension and shitty hideaways and poor to no gear.

betting y'all 10 bucks now let's gather for my payment in 2025 lmao

#gta 6 #THIS IS OUR NORTH YANKTON #SAME DYNAMIC #there is GOING to be some triangle or pining to some dude #sam houser has never done us wrong on masculine rituals to touch other men etc etc #jason gets pegged you heard it here first