Picture, Juleka complaining to the girls about her brother being the most annoying brat(typical sibling behaviour) and paints him in such a light, then the girls ask to see him, expecting a bum based on the girl's descriptions over however how long.
The first picture, first of all, is an extremely shitty out of focus shot of what looks to be a teenage boy with electric blue hair and a face mask painted over a scowl.
The second picture is a 0.5 shot, enough said.
And it goes on like that, each picture reinforcing the imagine Juleka was portraying of her rat brother.
Then.
Then they meet him.
And the Couffaine genes, did not, in fact, miss him. That boy is fine like his sister.
Could you write a lil goodie about Jarren coming home after a bad game and taking care of him pleaseee 😌
Thinking of Jarren Duran coming home after a bad game. You worked late and didn’t get to go to Fenway so you watched the game on TV. The game was brutal. They struck out 14 times as a team, 2 being Jarren. He also got thrown out trying to steal and of course blamed himself for the whole thing.
Seeing his face in the post-game interview broke your heart. He was simply too hard on himself.
You’re on the sofa with a blanket over your lap when Jarren comes home. He’s later than usual and looks bone tired.
“Hi, baby…”
“Hey,” he replies so softly you almost miss it.
You’re about to get up when he shuffles over to the sofa and sits on the other end. Before you can protest at the distance, he leans over and lays with his head on your lap.
Despite his broad shoulders and muscular frame, he looks small lying there. He reaches for your hand and places it on his shoulder. You shift slightly so you can comfortably rub light circles on his back. He has your other hand and holds to his cheek. You move your thumb back and forth over the light stubble.
The two of you sit that way for a long time. No words. He just needs you and you’re happy to be the person he leans on.
After a good while, you quietly tell him you love him. Looking up at you, he smiles, “I love you too.” He kisses the palm of your hand and brings it back to his face. “Thanks for not trying to cheer me up. This was all I needed.”
hi annonie, sorry for taking so long. I hope you liked this, super fun to write this 🤍
ball baby ! ⚾️
roman anthony x fem!reader
⤷ “I don’t wanna miss it when you hit that high” Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - Wham!
જ⁀➴📞 :: 1-800-FAN/MEDIA | mention of other MLB players
everyone in boston knows the famous ball player is down bad for a social media influencer.
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romananthony 100% fine and I want her to be mine
🤍 by creator
-> yourusername lol tysm !! 🙃
hollister proud to have such a beautiful lady represent our brand!
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zachneto2 💯💯
marcelomayer_10 @ romananthony okay now I get your little crush
-> romananthony RIGHT? (dont try to steal her)
-> marcelomayer_10 no promises 👀
bostonredsox roman has mentioned having a little crush on @ yourusername
-> romananthony WHO RUNS RED SOX MEDIA SWEAR WHY ARE THEY EXPOSING ME
-> marcelomayer_10 😹
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roman anthony, a ball player who had always mentioned having a crush on a social media influencer. the first time he found out about her was when he was at a spring training, and a fan was getting roman’s autograph. the fan, a teenage girl had apparently thought the influencer was perfect for roman. the teen described her as “roman’s girl version” and the best part: the influencer lived in boston and loved the red sox.
to be honest, roman thought it was a little odd but still followed the influencer on instagram. marcelo, romans best friend, saw that roman was following a girl who was all about her hygiene and beauty. when marcelo confronted roman about it, roman just said it was nothing big, just that he liked her page.
roman slowly began to fall in love with the girl, and whenever she posted, roman looked at the video/photo with heart eyes. romans teammates teased him about it, and roman once got interviewed about it.
“roman, your teammates have mentioned a girl you’ve been eyeing. any thoughts about that?”
“uh, yeah. i mean, she’s beautiful and I think that she is worth chasing over. a fan introduced me to her, and that’s when it all started.”
along the way of roman’s little crush, he found out about how other ball players began to like the girl too. she was popular, but he would never guess people like gunnar henderson, bobby witt jr, and zach neto plus others would like her. it was like he had no chance anymore, no just that the influencer had no idea who roman was in real life, but that other people publicly liked her.
roman began crushing on her publicly as well, tweets and posts, making sure that she knew that a boy like him liked her and even though they were just friends on social media, he wanted to be more in real life. roman is so persevered about her, and he will never find the need to give up on the girl.
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romananthony my girlfriend came to my game whattt
🤍 by creator
-> yourusername not your gf (yet) 😉
-> romananthony WHAT WHAT WHAT
marcelomayer_10 oh I bet roman was happy at this
-> romananthony I literally wasnt
-> marcelomayer_10 *were
bostonredsox welcome to fenway, red suits you!
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bobby.wittjr you should try royal blue 🤫
-> yourusername I’ll stick with my red, thanks 💯
user123 roman is always on her page and it’s frying me
-> romananthony NO IM NOT
-> marcelomayer_10 yes you are??
-> yourusername yeah, you are. @ romananthony
-> romananthony OH HI
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and maybe that one teenage girl fan was right, and you guys were meant for eachother.
if you had to be honest, roman was growing on you. maybe more then you would like, and you found him cute.
thinking about giancarlo stanton taking care of younger gf! on her period
you don't even know how it happened but throughout the 6 months of your relationship Giancarlo was home only once when you were on your period. everytime you were on it he was at away games. which acctually you didn't mind. your periods didn't kick your butt as much as they did when you were younger and you were way more needy and cligny a week before them, so your boyfriends abscence didn't bother you as much.
but the fall came, leaving you more tired and moody as every year. and with fall the season ended and Giancarlo was always by your side. and you loved it. but you hated how annoyed you were getting with each day of your cycle. you just knew soon you're gonna be all emotional, spirling into this loophole of anger and gloom and then childlike clinginess.
so you wanted to come up with the plan to hide from your boyfriend during the worst phase, but he wasn't having it. he gave you space first, but one day you came home from pilates class, hair soaked and tangled.
"forgot an umbrella" you muttered before giving your boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek. you stormed to the closet, grabbing pair of fresh sweats and Giancarlo's old Marlins tshirt that was basically yours now. you closed the bathroom door and left Giancarlo shocked.
the way you stormed into the apratment, kiss on the cheek that was barely there, angry but tired reflection on your face. he knew something was up. you haven't eaten dinner or lunch together in three days, because of your packed schedule. he wasn't insecure about you hiding something, but he was getting upset, because he knew you too well and knew that whenver you seem to avoid him with filling your plate with projects and work it wasn't about him, but about you. you were struggling with something, not doing the right thing for your mental health.
he paced around the living room thinking of what he's gonna say to you when you come out of the shower, but when the bathroom was filled with the sound of water streaming down and Olivia Rodrigo's songs he went in.
your wet clothes discarded on the floor and he managed to make out a small sob through the music and water running. he couldn't see you through the curtain, but he heard a whimper once again and he wanted to say something but he heard you cursing, avivate you said to yourself and opened a bottle of shampoo. he scanned the bathroom one more time and saw a new package of tampons opened. and it all clicked in his head, and he decided to retreat, allowing you to let it all out as jealousy jealousy was blasting from your phone.
he was sitting on the couch when you finally came out of the bathroom. hair loose, your curls beautiful as always. you held your phone in your hand and your bathrobe was tugged under your arm.
you went to the kitchen to grab the bottle of water and called out to your boyfriend.
"G, im gonna go work on excercises for my next class, so if you need me..."
"Quierida" he interrupted you, voice quiet, but steady and firm. you turned around looking at him surprised. he was looking at you his expression kinda beat up and he had one arm strechted in your direction. you put your things on the counter and walk toward him, taking his palm when you stood in from of him.
"what's going on, G? you asked, the softest expression on your face as he rubbed your hand with his thumb.
"no, you tell me what's going on" he said concerned. he patted his thigh and you gave in, taking place on his lap. "why is my princess avoiding me? im a grown man, you should know im not afraid of periods"
you looked at him but gave up on asking how he'd know. instead to his surprised you moved your hips higher, getting comfortable and put your head in the crook of his neck. he rested his back on the couch, wrapping one arm around you, stroking your hair with his other hand. you took a deep breath and spoke.
"it's funny that it was always like that, but you were away almost everytime i was on my period" you sighed "i know you've seen me during it, but sometimes it doesn't affect me except for bleeding and some cramps and im doing okay, but other times... i can be a total mess Giancarlo. like it messes with my head pretty bad. i was just scared of you seeing me like this" you said and felt tears in the corners of your eyes.
Giancarlo held you close, kissing your head, whispering that your safe and you felt so. your head getting clearer when you allowed yourself to let everything out.
"baby, you have to remember you're not some victorian lady or shit. you don't have to keep everything inside you. i'm your man and i want you to be by your side through everything. you're my baby, remember? and the baddest queen from Miami. both. i see all of you, amor. i signed for both loving and crazy. i know your mom's genes are there" he teased, referring to the Venezuelan temper. you chuckled at that and your smile reached your glassy eyes.
"you really mean all of that?" you asked quietly even if you knew the answer.
and from that day Giancarlo never saw you hiding from him. he became your main source of comfort during periods. his hands were better than any heating pad, which you hardly ever used anymore. he always listened, never judged your behavior, even often you felt embarassed of being so dramatic.
"it's not dramatic, it's you preciosa"
sometimes you were so busy and caught up in your work, which you loved, but you forgot about period coming. but he knew. he always checked if cheat snacks cabinet is stocked, if you have tampons or pads. complimenting your body, worshiping it. you complained it's bloated but he was denying it, telling you that he's looking at the goddes.
a/n: alrighty sweethearts!! i know its another fluff. i promise I'll get to smutty fics soon!! but you prolly guessed it, im experiencing what the younger gf is going through so yeah, big G was needed. hope you liked it anyway!! love you lotsss
Prompt : Every Saturday, Marinette, Lila, and Chloe relax with their beloved Gaming Saturdays. A time to relax, laugh, and (sometimes wreak virtual havoc). While Marinette and Chloe attempt to design the perfect Bloxburg mansion, Lila has other plans: scamming unsuspecting kids and gaslighting them into financial ruin.
Pairing : Marinette x Chloe x Lila (PLATONIC!!!!!)
Warnings : None, Fluff, non-magic!au
A/N : So in this au the three girls are best friends who just had some issues in the past (no major bullying or anything of that sort) They all helped each other get better but still have their moments. Lila's favourite form of releasing her anger is bullying children on roblox (Please pretend this is how bloxburg works)
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"Alright, what are we playing today?" Marinette asked, crisscrossing her legs on Lila’s plush bean bag chair. "Something calm? Maybe Stardew Valley? We could build a cute farm together!" she beamed, pulling out her iPad.
"Boring," Chloe drawled, lying dramatically across the bed, her arms draped over her face like a 19th-century woman in distress. "Marinette, please. I came here to win. I came here to dominate. I came here to—"
"Commit virtual crimes?" Lila cut in, already logging into Roblox with a wicked grin.
"Exactly!" Chloe quickly sat up, suddenly interested. "Wait, what game are you opening?"
Marinette moved closed, standing behind the two girls and squinting at the screen. "Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Lila, tell me you're not going to bully kids again."
Lila, still grinning, adjusted her headset. "It's free therapy. I can't afford a real therapist, so this is the next best thing."
"You can afford therapy, you just don't want to go," Marinette deadpanned as she opened the life-simulator game, sitting back on the bean bag.
"Same thing. Anyway, welcome to Bloxburg. I’m about to emotionally devastate some eight-year-olds."
Chloe peered over Lila’s shoulder as she editted her avatar: a suspiciously perfect girl with impossibly shiny hair and a designer outfit that absolutely did not belong in a kid's game. "Why does your character look like a billionaire influencer?"
"Because I want them to know they can never reach my level." Lila smirked and entered the game. "Also because I spent like 200 dollars on roblox…. Anyways, let’s see who I can ruin today."
"Oh my gosh," Marinette groaned, rubbing her temples.
Within minutes, Lila had inserted herself into a rich roleplayer’s mansion and convinced a small child to "adopt" her. Five minutes after that, she had maxed out their in-game credit card, crashed their virtual car into a river, and was currently gaslighting them into believing it was their fault.
Meanwhile, in a much more peaceful corner of Bloxburg, Marinette and Chloe were hard at work decorating their shared in-game house. Chloe had insisted on an over-the-top, luxurious mansion, while Marinette tried to add cozy and more practical elements.
"Chloe, we do not need a gold-plated bathtub," Marinette huffed, rotating a small plant in the virtual living room.
"Yes, we do. It’s called taste, Marinette. Look it up," Chloe retorted, placing yet another chandelier.
Marinette sighed, shaking her head as she adjusted the kitchen counters. "Fine, but if this turns into an actual palace, I’m making a bakery next door."
"As long as I get free croissants, deal."
Just as Marinette was about to add pastel wallpaper to the hallway, a loud, familiar shriek interrupted her thoughts.
"No, Timmy, listen. You gave me the money. I was just trying to buy us a nice house! How was I supposed to know you’d have to restart your whole save file?" the brunette typed quickly into the chat box.
"Lila!" Marinette shrieked, watching in horror from her own screen as the tiny avatar started sobbing in the chat.
Chloe, meanwhile, was cackling. "You’re a menace! I LOVE IT."
"I prefer the term 'agent of chaos.'" Lila flipped her hair and accepted another in-game donation from an unsuspecting player. "Ooh, more money. Thanks, Alexis, you’re a real one."
"Lila, you're running a literal pyramid scheme on a game for CHILDREN," Marinette cried, while Chloe wiped tears of laughter from her eyes.
"It's better than when I was running one in school" she shrugged, a smirk on her face as she continued to coerce the poor unknowing child to donate more.
"You have to respect the hustle," Chloe wheezed.
"Timmy is still crying!"
Lila sighed and typed, it's okay Timmy, think of this as a life lesson before abandoning the game completely.
"You're a horrible person," Marinette groaned, but she was laughing now too.
"Thank you." Lila beamed. "Now, who's up for running Adopt Me?"
Hi! Could you please write Luka Couffaine x fem. reader who has trouble talking about their feelings? Writes him letters, love poems or plays the drums for him because it's easier for her to show her feelings like that? Sorry for my English it is not my first language.
02/28/2023 - 03/29/2023
Pairing: Luka Couffaine x Reader
Word Count: 867
Warnings: Nothing that I can think of!
Gender: AFAB
In which Luka has a significant other who has a hard time expressing her feelings.
Luka Couffaine absolutely adored Y/N. The girl had captured his heart, mind, and soul, and he had no trouble expressing it. However, the same could not be said the other way around.
Other people labeled Y/N as someone cold and uncaring, but only a select few knew of her true nature - she simply could not express herself in the ways others would. And Luka understood completely.
Y/N had a small group of friends (most of whom had never even met each other, but knew the existence of). She wasn't one to stick to one particular friend group after all. A good friend was a good friend. Nothing more, nothing less.
And two of her very good friends were Juleka and Rose. Originally, Y/N had only Juleka (since she went to the same school as Luka), but quickly became acquainted with Rose as well. And for that, Y/N thanked whatever lucky stars she had.
The whole process of confessing to Luka was already gut-wrenchingly terrifying, seeing as she had no idea how to go about it, whether Luka would return her affections (even though Juleka said he would), and if she was actually dateable material.
But after the confession, a lot of her worries were put to rest. Luka was the sweetest boyfriend she could have asked for, and she was extremely grateful for having met him.
Luka was someone who was fairly affectionate (not like some of the couples she's seen walking in Paris being overly lovey-dovey), but he also never shied away from letting her know what was on his mind.
If there was a particular moment where Y/N was caught up doing something and was quite focused on it (such as homework), Luka would find himself simply staring at the girl, absolutely in awe of the work of art he had the honor of calling his girlfriend. (Yes, he's tried sneaking some photos of her when she wasn't looking).
And when he was caught, Y/N would ask, "what're you staring at?"
Only to be met with, "just caught up in the ethereal masterpiece in front me."
To which Y/N would feel her face heat up and a warm sort of buzz envelope her whole being. She'd become a little flustered and brush off his oh so charming and teasing self, but looking at him once more, she realizes every time that Luka wasn't teasing at that moment. He meant every word.
So when others meet her and find out she's in a relationship with Luka, they wonder how on Earth the relationship works. Luka was pretty well known and well-liked. But Y/N wasn't like that. She stayed to herself for the most part, and she'd never initiate any sort of PDA with her boyfriend.
And some of these people would take to whispering about this behind (or so they thought) Y/N's back.
She'd feel bad about it, but not to the point where she'd find herself spiraling down a rabbit hole of self-hate and whatnot. But that didn't stop her from wanting to improve. And what better way to improve than by asking two of her best friends?
"Aww, it's so cute that you want to be more lovey-dovey with Luka!" Rose gushed. Juleka had a slight smile on her face, finding the situation slightly humorous. The involved parties were her brother and one of her closest friends. How could she not be entertained? Especially when said close friend was going on a tirade vaguely reminiscent of Marinette's tirades about Adrien.
Rose suggested making a perfume for Luka, and Y/N thought that it was such a good idea that she'd probably do that for his birthday. "What if you write him a letter?" Juleka asked. Pondering over the idea, Y/N decided that it indeed was a good idea.
But what to write?
And so some amount of days passed, and Y/N finally ended up finishing her letter to Luka. It wasn't anything elegant or pretty or anything of the sort. It was goofy, filled with her typical sarcasm, and most importantly, it was heartfelt. Now, the only thing left was to actually give the letter to Luka.
Which was still quite hard surprisingly.
Y/N assumed that once the letter was finished, she'd just hand it over to the turquoise-haired boy and bada-bing bada-boom, romance!
Apparently it doesn't work like that.
Apparently you pour your heart out into the letter, but then you feel nervous to actually give the letter to your oh so accepting boyfriend.
But somehow Y/N pushed down her anxiety and gave the letter to Luka when they sat down after getting their ice cream. Opening it, Luka's face gradually morphed into one of extreme joy (and if Y/N didn't know any better, smugness), before he pressed a chaste kiss onto Y/N's cheek.
And from that day onwards, Y/N would (every once in a while) gift Luka letters, love poems, and even play the drums for him as means of physically showing her affection for him. It was their own little dynamic and some may have found it odd, but to them, it was perfect.
Author's Note: Once again, I'm really sorry for taking so long to complete this fic. I hope you enjoy it (if not, feel free to request again, since I honestly don't feel like I did my very best with this one).
I'm still in the middle of trying to find a specific fic format to stick to. I've tried looking at a bunch of other fanfic writers' profiles and the format they use to write their fics, but I'm still not 100% sure if what I'm doing right now is what I want to continue doing.
Dandelion wasn’t a seamstress by any means, but she was pretty proud of the black see-through eyes she had sown into her white square of fabric. She was going to be the best sheet ghost ever. …Well, Chat Noir was, anyway. Father had forbidden her from doing something as frivolous as trick-or-treating a long time ago.
She used to spend the night eating candy with her mother while they curled up and watched corny Halloween movies. Nathalie had offered to do it with her, but it wasn’t the same.
Not that it mattered anyway. Chat Noir had Halloween plans, even if Dandelion didn’t. She was going to meet up with Ladybug in costume and do a Halloween patrol together. …Well, maybe patrol was stretching it a little.
