i spent a fair amount of time on this i hope it gets notes

A Lesson in Love (The Discovery)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,298

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED.

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@avengerstories - Thank you for putting up with me for almost a month and listening to me constantly complain about not being able to get this part written. I adore you. Always.

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

“Bucky wants to talk to you.”

You know that the earth never stops moving; it’s constantly in motion. Constantly making its trip around the sun. But the moment Steve says Bucky’s name, you swear that everything comes to a standstill. It’s the only way to explain how everything around you becomes muted. How you’re seeing Steve as if he were standing on the opposing side of a tunnel and how the pressure of Sam’s arm on your shoulder vanishes.

Over the past twenty-two days, you’ve convinced yourself that the story of you and Bucky was not meant to be. In your mind, he left and closed the door on the potential of there ever being an ending where you and him were together.

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Paper Planes (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: Soulmate AU where if you throw a paper plane out your window it always makes its way to your soulmate. You can’t write your full name, your location, or any contact info, anything else is fair game. It’s up to fate to bring you together.

Word Count: 1,775

Warnings: Zero proofreading. It’s strictly fluff though so you’re safe here.

A/N: This was such a cute idea and also reminded me of that one Disney short. You know the one. Also, I will jump at any opportunity I can to write sappy love notes and Lin’s messy handwriting. Please don’t ask me about logistics of this, I have no idea what happens if your window is shut and your soulmate throws a plane, I’m just here to write fluff.

Your parents had told you the story all through your childhood. They would always weave you intricate tales at bedtime about how you might meet your soulmate. Your favorite stories always had a prince playing that role. As you got older the stories evolved from fictitious plots to questions and conversations. 

You received your first letter from him at seven years old. It took you by surprise when the paper plane made of blue construction paper landed on the floor of your bedroom. You scrambled from you bed to scoop it up and inspect it. You unfolded it carefully, flipping it over.

‘ Hi! My name is Lin! ‘

You yelped as if the paper itself had spoken and ran into the living room where your mom was preoccupied with a book. She seemed to notice your panic because her eyes immediately left the pages to study your face.

“They wrote you, didn’t they?” she asked wryly with a twinkle in her eye. You squeaked out a yes, shoving the blue paper towards her. She unfolded it to see the note before chuckling. “Well, are you gonna write them back or not?”

You spent the entire night debating and when your mom came into your room to kiss you goodbye before she left for work she saw you sitting on the floor surrounded in papers. 

“For them or from them?” she asked with an amused smile as she leaned against your doorway.


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Originally posted by hermionegrangcr

Request: Can you please do a Hermione request were the reader has natural curly hair and looks almost exactly like Hermione. They are often mistaken for the other. They both stand up to bullies together, when people bully them about their hair. Thank love!!! XOXO. ❤️

Notes: So I decided to write in 3rd person for a change, and so you see both sides kind of equally well. And I wasn’t sure if you meant platonic or romantic so I left it platonic. I would have added more in about the bullying but that would have just made it a lot longer - I hope you like it!

Hermione Granger and Y/N Y/L/N had been best friends since they first met on the Hogwarts train before first year. Though their friendship consists of thousands of weird moments, both of them agree that one of, if not the absolute, strangest moments was their introduction.

Y/N arrived at a compartment, seeing a wide-eyed boy and a girl whose face was buried in a book, and had frizzy hair much like Y/N’s own.

“Is anyone sitting there?” Y/N asked the boy, who shook his head.

“No, sit if you want to,” he offered, before turning his attention to the toad in his hand. Y/N took the seat next to the boy, who introduced himself as Neville, and his toad as Trevor. Y/N gave them her name, watching as the girl opposite her set down the book covering her features.

“I’m Hermione Granger.” Y/N met the girl’s eyes, being too shocked to say anything in response. From the looks of it, Hermione was dumbfounded as well, as she and Y/N looked over each other, seeing near mirror images of themselves.

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The Universe (Lin x Reader) Soulmate AU Platonic

WC: 4185 (I don’t think I’ve ever written a one shot this long before)

A/N: I’m basing this off of a fic I read a little bit ago that had this same AU. I thought the idea was great so I wrote my own fic with it. For clarification, Writing will always be italicized, and Lin’s will always be bolded. I’m really proud of this one!

When Lin turned 20, he received a notebook in the mail. It was red and spiral bound, looking pristine as notebooks of the same kind did when you first bought them. This notebook wasn’t for the countless lectures left in Lin’s college career. Instead, it gave him a form of communication with his soulmate. The pages were blank, meaning Lin had turned 20 first. There was no way of knowing who was on the other side until they were in possession of their own notebook.

Lin sat down with his nicest pen and wrote the first entry.

Dear Soulmate,

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Keep Me Warm

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,280

Prompt: A Chris Evans/Steve Rogers angst/fluff. Your prompt is “Scarves.”

Warnings: Just a bit of fluff

Author’s Note: This is my fic for @formyfandoms as part of the Christmas fic exchange @marvel-ash and @oneshot-shit set up. I based it around the song “I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm” by Dean Martin. Merry Christmas and I hope you like it!

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Video Star (Shalaska) Chapter 1 - AlaskaDelNeedles

A/N: Here’s my first ever multi-chaptered fic! I wanted more drag queen Shalaska smut on AQ, so that’s how this very smutty, semi AU was born! Please tell me what you think at alaskadelneedles.tumblr.com or here, as I’m always looking to improve!

Chapter Summary: Sharon Needles is the most popular queen at RuPorn, the drag queen porn agency. But what happens when she’s paired with the newest RuGirl who’s joined the squad, and tasked with initiating such an amateur into a spotlight she’s not interested in sharing?

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Hey there! It sure has been a while, huh. ww; But, hey, I kept my promise!

So, how have you guys been? I’ve been rather busy. America is cool, but this university is quite demanding sometimes. I’m not complaining, considering I came here to work and all, but I wish I had some extra time. All I want to do after I’m done with my classes and homework is be lazy, to be perfectly honest.

What have you all been up to? Since I last showed my stupid head around here, I beat Undertale (just beaten—no true endings whatsoever), Layton and the Unwound Future (SO GOOD AND SO SAD) and Portal. I have also been rewatching Inazuma with my significant other, which is awesome! Oh, and I watched the newest Tri movie. It might not be perfect, but I get so easily pumped with that.

…And I have also been working on this nightmare.

Never in your wildest dreams would you assume that these four views took well over 20 hours of work (although I’d be willing to bet it took over 30). And that’s if we don’t take into account the amount of time I spent on OLDER VERSIONS OF THIS. I have been procrastinating on Fubuki’s miximax for years because I knew it would kill me. But, luckily, I’m not dead. I just wished I was a couple tens of times during the process. I hope @miyukiko​ won’t kill me either when she sees this, considering what I’ve done to her baby.

But it’s done! The result might not be the best and the rust might not help either, but this is it! Fubuki is finally done!! And, considering I have been working on this little shit for 2-3 years, I have my fair share of ideas about him. I’ll only cover one subject today, though.

Anyway, just in case anyone has never watched Digimon (which is a sin according to 8 different major religions), Fubuki is miximaxed with Gabumon, one of the main characters from Digimon Adventure, 02 and Tri! Not my personal favourite, but fairly awesome nonetheless.

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The T-Shirt - Part 2

Originally posted by spnsamwinchester

Characters - Sam x Reader

Summary - Sometimes we forget to say things, for later may be too late. Sometimes things turn out differently than we think, too.

Word Count - 825

Warnings - Angst, drinking and drunkenness

A/N - Be sure to read Part 1 if you haven’t! This was a long time coming, and I hope you enjoy it. This one is from Sam’s point of view, and there is gonna be a part three at some point in the future.

Rough hunts were not uncommon for the brothers. Throughout their lives, they’d had more than their fair share.

Sam though- he’d had one of the worst that night. Much like that night one year ago.

One year. He could’ve sworn it felt far longer than that. He spent the first few hours honest to god freaking the fuck out as all his calls to your cell dumped him straight to voicemail. Your cheery recorded voice mocked him, encouraging him to leave a message after the beep.

He left several of those.

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I mean this works just fine for me, but you can also come to my inbox if you’d like!

Rex Headcanons

  • (I read something like this in a fanfic but can’t remember if it’s canon or not) Rex actually became a Commander not long into the Clone Wars, but kept the Captain title because 1) Ahsoka is Commander of the 501st and he didn’t want it getting confusing, and 2) a Captain is still high on the target list for sniper and assassin droids, but not as high as a Commander
  • Unlike many of his brothers, Rex doesn’t show off his tattoos. They aren’t identifiers for him, they’re honorary. Like his lightsaber tattoo for Ahsoka. He has a few others, too, for close friends like Cody and Fives. Kix swears up and down that Rex has tats for Obi-Wan and Anakin, too, but no one has ever been able to prove it.
  • They never found out for sure who killed Waxer on Umbara, but Rex is convinced that he’s the one who shot him and was unable to look Cody in the eye for weeks afterwards. Cody doesn’t blame any of the 501st for what happened, he knows it was all Krell’s fault and that they both lost plenty of good men in that horrible skirmish, but Rex still feels guilty.

Ahsoka Headcanons

  • for the year between leaving the Jedi and the fall of the Republic, Ahsoka worked for a relief program for war-torn planets. She did this under the program set up by Senators Amidala and Organa, but asked both of them not to mention it to any of the Jedi, especially Anakin, because she knew that he’d come looking for her if he knew where she was.
  • Ahsoka attended Padme’s funeral on Naboo - since she was a friend of the Senator, that meant she was also friends with most of her handmaidens. They knew that she was in danger by being there, but understood that her presence was a peace offering on behalf of any Jedi left alive, and so they gave her one of their mourning cloaks and hid her among their ranks. They all styled their hair elaborately so that her montrals wouldn’t look so out of place under her hood.
    • also, connected headcanon that Padme’s handmaidens formed the basis of the Rebel Alliance and set up the first spy network for them
  • Ahsoka did visit the Temple one last time after Order 66 - she had to know what had happened to her friends. She arrived not long after the Empire rose, before Palpatine and Vader could completely ransack the place, and was able to escape with some of the more precious holobooks from the Archives, as well as three holocrons.

Obi-Wan Headcanons

  • Lineage/Legacy Obi-Wan is my canon Obi-Wan and I highly recommend that everyone who loves Obi-Wan, especially young Obi, read Ruth Baulding’s stuff because WOW
    • stubborn broody yaks are canon Obi and Qui okay it’s  c a n o n  for me
  • Obi-Wan is TERRIBLE about forming attachments, like he can lecture Anakin about it until he’s blue in the face, but at the end of the day Obi-Wan loves everyone and he just cares so damn much and hurts himself in the process and it’s not fair stop hurting my Space Trash Son No. 1
  • he once saved his and Anakin’s skin during a mission when Anakin was a teenager by serenading the locals until he won them over with his lovely singing voice, something that Anakin bothered him about for months until Obi-Wan finally gave him informal singing lessons (they didn’t end well, for anyone)

Cody Headcanons

  • (once again, I read this in a fic and I don’t know if it’s canon or not but I love it) Cody and 99 are batch brothers and Cody spent most of his early years threatening (and sometimes actually) to beat up anyone who looked at 99 funny
    • Cody is almost solely responsible for the sheer amount of respect and adoration most of the clones hold for 99 by the time Domino Squad is going through training
  • everyone thinks Rex is more of a troublemaker due to his association with Anakin, but actually Cody is the  w o r s t  just like how Obi-Wan actually is. Cadets on Kamino still whisper about that time an ‘unidentified cadet’ single-handedly gave everyone in the barracks green hair. All the troopers know it was Cody, but the Kaminoans never caught him so they still keep their mouths shut out of respect. (as a side note, that incident led to Rex bleaching his hair to get rid of the green, and deciding that he looked pretty damn good as a blond)
  • Cody also was one of the last clones to receive personal training from Jango Fett, before the training protocols were put into place, when they were still working out the kinks. This meant that he garnered a streak of independence the Kaminoans frowned upon, but which saved his life and that of Obi-Wan’s several times over.

i’m not sure if you wanted CodyWan hc or not but i decided to put them in anyways bc hell yeah CodyWan

CodyWan (or Master and Commander) Headcanons

  • they know that there is a betting pool among the 212th and the 501st about who will (publicly) get together first - them or Rex and Ahsoka. They also know that Rex and Ahsoka are blissfully unaware of both this fact and that Cody and Obi-Wan know that they’re together already. 
  • Obi-Wan likes to rant to Cody, to get things off his chest and whatnot. His favorite topics are Anakin, the Council, Anakin, whatever dumb move Ahsoka recently pulled while emulating her master, Anakin, Anakin’s secret marriage to Padme, and Anakin. Cody is pretty sure he knows more about General Skywalker than anyone except Obi-Wan and Anakin himself at this point, and possibly knows even more then Padme. He hasn’t decided yet if this is a good thing or not.
  • Obi-Wan kept the Mandalorian armor he stole during the whole Darth Maul fiasco. For reasons. Reasons involving a Mandalorian lover who is certainly not blonde or busty.
    • Obi-Wan does sometimes wonder, though, if Cody and Satine would have gotten along. He thinks that they probably would have, despite being a pacifist and a soldier, if only to laugh together at his expense.

sadly, I have to get going to class, otherwise this would be a lot longer, but I hope you enjoy it!! Everyone is more than welcome to send me more requests for headcanons or your own headcanons that you want to share!

I don’t know what it is about Riverdale that leads too me writing these little ficlets, but here I am. Again. Ah well. Maybe someone will enjoy it.

Written after episode 10, “The Lost Weekend”. Actually, I only had time to watch half the episode before rushing off to work, so sorry if it doesn’t quite fit. I just couldn’t stop wondering how the tradition of Archie and Jughead going out to the theatre became a thing, and, well, fic happened.

I’m still stubbornly reading Jughead as an aroace, albeit a very confused one currently. I don’t think it really comes up in this, but just…fair warning if it’s not your cup of tea?

Also, I did tag this as “qp jarchie” because I think it’s easy to read it that way, but I have to admit I don’t actively ship it. If people would like me to remove it from the tag, please let me know.

Whew. Anyway, onto the story, which is under the cut. (It got a little longer than I was originally expecting.) (Edited 18/4 to fix some verb tense errors.)

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Quiet (DK/Seokmin Smut) (Idol!Reader AU) (Submitted)

Summary: Locks on doors - the single greatest invention since fire. Providing the thrill of exhibitionism and the ability of privacy. If only the walls were soundproof… 

Author: Gryffindor Anon 

(A/N: Hi Tanisha!! I’m sorry you had a bad day, and I hope your relative feels better soon. Maybe a little something porny to distract you? :3
Seokmin/Reader, reader-as-idol AU, semi-public sex, oral, slight hints of exhibitionism. (Srsly though I am LIVING for the boys’ styling at these awards shows, 4 points to you, stylists/coordis EVERYONE looks good.) ~Gryffindor anon ♥) 

(Admin Note: hey!! thank you so much for the well wishes (and just to everyone, you’re all being so damn kind and considerate to me). this was a very nice distraction. Seokkie is such a bias wrecker for me, he’s so handsome, and like actually handsome. like cover of a romance novel handsome. it’s nice. i loved this. it’s some a+ quality seokkie smut. i hope everyone enjoys as much as i did. -Tanisha<3) 

Something most people don’t know about awards shows – there’s a decent amount of time spent backstage during rehearsals, mingling and chatting with other performers.

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under the mistletoe

pairings: shin hoseok (wonho) x reader
genre/warnings: college au, romance, fluff; language and suggestive themes
word count: 3,541
description: “oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there?”
a/n: based on the prompt, “person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)“

Originally posted by kihqun

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” is the first thing you hear upon knocking on the door with Hoseok dragging you inside after screaming the phrase back to Seokjin who was donning a set of reindeer antlers and a godawful Christmas sweater that he seemed to make look like something straight out of the runway.

His twinkling smile distracts you long enough for his hands grabbing hold of your gift for Secret Santa and your coat that he manages to strip you of in mere seconds to go unnoticed before allowing Hoseok to whisk you away to a part of the room where the orange-haired man could eye you with a very stern gaze.

“L/N Y/N, you are going to have fun tonight, and you are going to enjoy yourself dammit. Now go get yourself an eggnog while I go bag on Joonie-sshi for that green, light up sweater. I don’t care what you say or do, you are going to have fun, -don’t give me that look- you are most definitely not checking your phone! Hand it over or just promise me you’ll drink the eggnog. Hell, you may even get lucky with you-know-who!”

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anonymous asked:

Can i ask for an angsty taeyong scenario when you see him with another girl and assume they are having a relationship?? But it ends happily with a lot of fluff Ps i love the way you write so much

I apologize for taking months to write this. I will gladly rewrite it for you if you don’t like it. Thank you for requesting. - Maya


Pairing: Taeyong x (female) reader
Genre: angst, fluff


Y/L/N = your last name

Y/F/N = your full name

Originally posted by tutti-frutti-nct

What were you doing? Your feet roughly hit the ground as you ran towards your destination. The rain pelting against your skin. You weren’t being smart. You were letting your emotions control your actions and that never ended well for you. Would he even want to see you?

“What are you looking at?” You said throwing a straw at your best friend. He chuckled and turned towards the window.

“I was just admiring something. Someone actually.”

“Someone? Who is this special someone that managed to catch your attention?” You teased as you leaned across the table.

Taeyong turned towards you and smiled widely. His hand reached up to your face and hovered over your cheek. Instead he pushed a part of your hair behind your ear. You felt your face heat up from the gesture.

“Just someone you know.”

“Are we close?”


It’s been like this for two years. You two danced around each other day and night. You weren’t sure what to think. When you thought he would confess, you were proven wrong. Yet he would do things like this and it only confused you more.

“I think you may have a little crush then.” You responded, leaning back into your seat as you observed him.

Taeyong chuckled looked down. “Maybe.”

You wanted to tell him. You wanted to confess your feelings for him. It was on the tip of your tongue.

“I have to go.” You blurted out.


“Oh, do you want me to walk with you?”

You shook your head and rose from your seat. “No, I’ll be fine.” You went to walk past him, but he grabbed your wrist to pull you back.

“Y/N..” He whispered.

You eyed the hand that grabbed your wrist and turned towards him. You nodded to show him he had your attention.

Please say what I hope you’re going to say.

“Please be safe, I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart.”

Oh. You gave him a small smile to mask your disappointment and slipped out of his grasp. You could still feel his grip as if it was imprinted in your skin. Why couldn’t you just tell him? Are you really going to let this keep happening? You were getting no where with this.

So why can’t you just confess?

You walked down the street to get some fresh air. You’ve been avoiding Taeyong as much as possible. You knew it was wrong, but how else were you supposed to clear your head? You needed to separate yourself from him, even if you didn’t want to.

You entered the coffee shop near your house and stood in line.

“No way!” You heard someone exclaim with laughter.

“I did, I would be lying if I said I’d do it again though.”

That voice sounded familiar. You turned your head and spotted Taeyong sitting at a table with a girl. Your table. You watched as she leaned closer into his side. Laughing at whatever he whispered into her ear. Was he enjoying this? Taeyong wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She laid her head onto his shoulder and that’s when you had enough. You walked over to your table and cleared your throat.

“Y/N, I didn’t know you were here.”

Was that bitterness in his voice? You waved it instead of dwelling on it any longer.

“We need to talk.”

“Now you want to talk to me?”

Ouch. You looked away and waited for him to get out of his seat. After he excused himself you grabbed his arm and dragged him to an excluded corner.

“Who is she?”

Taeyong scoffed and crossed his arms. His back leaning against the wall.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” Taeyong said sarcastically, “You avoid your best friend for weeks and that’s what you’re concerned about?”

You knew this wasn’t an argument you were gonna win, but damn were you stubborn enough to try.

“I had my reasons, Taeyong. Who was that? Why her?”

“Dammit, Y/N why do you care? Were your reasons really worth ignoring your best friend?”

“I wasn’t-”

You were. You’re on your phone all day, I know if you’re ignoring my calls or not. That’s not fair to me Y/N and you know it. Now here you are questioning who I’m spending my time with. It’s not like you wanted to be with me anyway, so why can’t I be with someone else?” Taeyong argued.

You knew he was right. How could you even think he wouldn’t notice? You looked down suddenly embarrassed. He was right. You pushed him into her arms. He thought you didn’t want him, now he’s in a relationship with someone else.

“Taeyong, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I think it’s only fair to keep things from someone who chooses to shut me out. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Before you could answer Taeyong walked away and sat back in his seat next to his new girlfriend. You could only stand and watch as she put a smile on his face. Something you would always do. You pushed him towards her all because you were too afraid of your feelings. You were too selfish and only thought of your own needs and feelings.

Now you didn’t have him at all.

You sighed as you walked into class. You already prepared yourself for the lecture you were going to get from your professor for being twenty minutes late.

“Hello, Ms. Y/L/N, nice of you to join us.”

You nodded and went to sit in your regular seat. You set your stuff down and pulled out your notes.

“Thanks for saving my seat.” You whispered to Taeyong.

He didn’t look your way, he continued writing the notes that were presented on the board in front of him.

“I didn’t, I came in late too. These were the only two seats left.”

Oh. You nodded and turned towards the front. You could feel the tension between you two. It only grew as time passed on.

“Can we talk about this? Are you seriously still mad at me?”

Taeyong continued to write down notes from the board and listen to the lecture. Was he really doing this? “Taeyong? Taeyong, answer me!” You whispered sharply.

“It doesn’t feel so great does it? Being ignored by someone you care about?”

“Well it doesn’t feel so great to have someone you care about replace you so easily.” You retorted.

He slammed his pencil down and turned towards you. You could see the confusion and anger in his eyes. Mostly, you could see how much he was hurting.

“Y/N, I-”

“I’d appreciate it if you two would stop disturbing the lesson. We have quite some time to go, and I would love it if we could get through this smoothly.” Your professor stated.

Taeyong glanced at the lecturer and sighed. He continued writing in his notebook and refused to give you any form of attention. You hated this. You hated fighting with him. You spent the rest of the lesson taking notes and missing your best friend’s company. You weren’t used to this treatment from him. Finally the lesson came to an end and everyone began packing up.

“Before I dismiss you I would like to put you in pairs for the group project I mentioned last week.”

You froze in your seat at the mention of the project. It wasn’t a difficult task. You were supposed to analyze your partner and observe the difference parts of their personality. Study every detail about them record the information. This project would last for the rest of the semester. Apparently he believes there is never enough time to fully know someone, but the amount of time that is given is cherish-able.

“Lee Minseok and Chan Eunmi. Jung Jeunguk and Kim Youngjae..”

Your professor continued to name off the pairs until he came to the end of the list.

“Y/F/N and Lee Taeyong. I know you two are inseparable, but I’m sure there are things you can still discover.”

He dismissed the class and you gathered your stuff. “Taeyong!”

He continued to ignore you and stalked out of the room. How could you let things get so fucked up?

He ignored your calls. He ignored your texts. He refused to look at you. He’s completely shut you out and it hurt beyond belief. Was this how he felt when you separated yourself from him? This doesn’t feel like a break it feels like torture.

You sat at the park bench and wrote some unfinished notes into your notebook. You enjoyed the peaceful scenery. It gave you a chance to think. To figure things out. The different colored leaves. The slight cool breeze. Everything was beautiful and calming.

Then it was ruined.

You looked up and immediately wished you hadn’t. You saw Taeyong and that girl again. His arm wrapped around her shoulders while their laughter sounded throughout the streets. He held the door open for her and they entered the small restaurant across from the park.

You could feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. He looked so happy with her. If he was happy then why couldn’t you be happy for him? You packed up your things and walked back to your apartment. You would rather be in the confines of your home before shedding a single tear.

Luckily your apartment wasn’t far from the park. You unlocked your door and dropped your bag by the door. Why did this have to be so painful? Why are you the only one who’s heartbroken? Sure he was hurting, but it was for a completely different reason. Maybe he never did have feelings for you.

You threw yourself on the bed and and covered your face with your pillow. You could feel your chest tightening and your eyes swelling up with tears. Your throat closing up in the process. You let the tears soak your pillow. Small sobs escaping from your throat. Yet the tightness in your chest didn’t leave. It got tighter and tighter at the though of him being with her.

You removed the pillow and looked at your phone. You’ve been laying here for an hour. Crying into your pillow as there wasn’t anything else to do. You sighed and unlocked your phone. What else did you have to lose? You dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.

Please. Just this once, please.

“At the sound of the beep please record your message.”

You hung up the call and slammed your phone down. There was one more thing you could do. You weren’t going to let this go on. You stood up and slipped on your black boots. You grabbed your phone and ran out the door. The moment you stepped out you regretted not grabbing a jacket, it was pouring rain and you were already shivering. That wasn’t going to stop you though. You ran down the street in search for your best friend’s dorm.

Your feet roughly hit the ground as you ran towards your destination. The rain pelting against your skin. The breeze burning your eyes, but you weren’t going to stop. You were being dumb, but you couldn’t handle the pain anymore. Maybe you were being selfish, but that’s exactly what you needed to be.

You stopped at the front of the door and let your fist pound against it. You were praying to any and all gods above that he’d answer. You weren’t going to leave until he did. Luckily the gods above were on your side.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing, it’s late! You’re such an idiot, get in here you’re soaked!”

Taeyong pulled you inside and led you to his room. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet and wrapped it around your shivering body.

“What are you doing here?” He asked while attempting to warm you up.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Taeyong stopped what he was doing and looked at you. “What?”

“I’m s-sorry! I-I didn’t m-mean to hurt you! I have f-feelings for you okay! I know you’re with someone, but I can’t hide how I feel! I like you Taeyong, and I-”

You were cut off by a pair of lips pressing against yours. You stood frozen to your spot, not knowing what to do. He pulled you closer before slowly pulling away from your now red and swollen lips.

“I’ve waited so long to hear you say that. Is that why you were ignoring me for three weeks?”

You nodded and leaned your head against his shoulder.

“You’re so stupid sometimes. Y/N, I’m not dating anyone. That girl was a close friend of mine. We haven’t seen each other in awhile and she needed advice on how to confess to Jaehyun.”

You lifted your head and stared at him incredulously. They weren’t together?

“How come I’ve never seen her before?”

“You have, it’s just been awhile. She’s matured a lot since the last time we saw her.” He said sitting you on the bed.

You blushed and looked down. Now you just felt foolish.

“So you’re not replacing me?” You asked quietly.

“I would never replace my favorite girl. That’s impossible. I’m sorry for ignoring you, it was uncalled for.”

“No, I’m sorry. I was being selfish and I didn’t think of how it would affect you. I missed you so much, Taeyong. I thought I was going to die.” You said dramatically.

He chuckled and pulled you into his chest.

“I missed you too, now let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”

The 'Steve Rogers is intersex' post

So this post is about a year over-due. I guess I kind of hoped someone else would write it so I wouldn’t have to (I am terrible at this, as you’re about to find out*), but well, no one has written one that I’ve seen, so here goes!

*I’ll make up for that by inserting gifs. And by keeping it as short as I can.

Since you’re following this blog, chances are that, like me, you’re somewhere under the LGBTQIA+ umbrella.

So you probably know all too well about the issues with the lack of representation for LGBTQIA+ in the media. There’s a particular lack of intersex representation. Last year a couple of the YA books in the LGBT+ category featured intersex protagonists! This is great, because when I was growing up there was definitely no such section in the YA fiction category, let alone a book with an intersex protagonist. In fact, I didn’t know that there were other intersex people in the world. I didn’t know the word ‘intersex’ (my doctors were pretty awful), so I couldn’t even educate myself. Once I learnt the word though and started trying to connect with others like me via the internet, well… that was a big revelation. I read everything I could find on the topic.

And then I happened to come across pre-serum Steve:

Hairless, short, skinny guy with a long list of medical conditions. If you didn’t know: it’s quite common for intersex conditions to go hand in hand with similarly long lists of medical conditions (not always, there’s a huge variety in intersex conditions out there). In my case though? I definitely felt a connection with pre-serum Steve — to such an extent that I can’t see him as anything other than intersex. Not that I’d say we had the same condition, no way, but still… intersex Steve Rogers! 

And at the time I really needed a superhero to be intersex. Seeing him as being intersex is what got me into this fandom and made Steve my favourite Avenger.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier altered Steve’s backstory, so that he didn’t grow up in an orphanage after all. So, less chance of those dreaded communal showers I always hated growing up, and therefore less chance that everyone and their goat in Brooklyn would know Steve was intersex (it wasn’t really until the 1920s/1930s that doctors started to intervene with surgeries on infants with 'ambiguous genitalia’**). Take it from me, you can hide a lot from people if you put your mind to it. However, depending on just how close Steve and Bucky (and their parents) were as kids, Steve might never have had much chance of hiding his intersex condition from Bucky. Even my dad’s generation guys just went swimming naked if women weren’t present. 

**not all intersex people have 'ambiguous genitalia’, that’s just one of many ways in which intersex conditions manifest themselves.

At any rate, I think it’s likely that one thing we would have had in common is that Steve wouldn’t really have known about other intersex people existing. Maybe he would have seen another intersex person 'on display’ at a freak show. Steve would likely have felt a lot of pressure to try and hide his intersex condition from those around him and might have felt a need to, well, prove himself.

Though seriously, my colleagues at my new place of work all assumed I was gay, just because of how I look (not because of how I dress). Pre-serum Steve might’ve had to deal with a fair few people questioning, even if not out loud, whether he was queer or not, based simply on his looks due to his genetics. If word was out in the neighbourhood that he was intersex though, I don’t doubt at all that people would have seen him as being queer.

As for Steve getting into relationships with people, there’s a fair amount of virgin!Steve headcanons out there. I reckon he was having sex with Bucky, so he’s not a virgin, ehem, but okay, let’s say he wasn’t having sex with Bucky… Steve might have gotten quite far only to be rejected because of his genitals, or he might never have found anyone he felt he could trust enough to reveal to them that he was intersex. Waiting for the right partner and all… 

(All the Steve/Peggy feelings at this point).

On that note, no internet, genitals that aren’t considered the norm, well, Steve might (depending on intersex condition) have had a lot of issues with sex anyway. Again, take it from me. When you can’t even figure out how that sort of thing works solo, you aren’t often too keen to try it with someone else.

On a post-serum note to end this post, I don’t think that the serum would have 'fixed’ Steve so that he was no longer intersex. To steal some lines from my intersex!Steve fic (which I will finish once I’m over this really massive writers block, ugh): “I developed the serum to enhance fighting and survival skills. Do your genitals or the shape of your nose or your eye color affect your usefulness in battle? No. So the serum won’t affect any of those things. You’ll still be you after the procedure. You wouldn’t want me to turn you into someone else entirely, would you?”


Originally posted by tvscene

Pairing: Eric x reader
Prompt: Based off of this imagine. Reader wants to even the playing field between her and Eric after he finds out one of her fears. Only things don’t go as planned
Fandom: Divergent series
Word count: 3918
Warning: Language, mentions of quite a few fears and phobias (if you are worried that there may be something you might find triggering feel free to message me or ask for a list of the mentioned phobias), spider(s), let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Hey guys! It feels so good to write and post it literally feels like it’s been forever. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you thought!

“Come on, just tell me one!” You pleaded to Eric as you watched him type away at his computer, trying his best to ignoring you.

“What part of no don’t you get?” He growled slightly rolling his eyes at you. “Don’t you have a job to be doing right now?”

You had been in his office for the past half an hour trying to get him to confess what his fears were to no avail. Typically you could care less about something like that, but a few days ago while you were getting a tattoo Eric had figured out your fear of needles. He had overheard you confess your apprehensions to your artist from the room next door where he was having his own work done. Whatever it was that he was having done got finished before your tattoo was even at the halfway point. Instead of leaving he made himself comfortable in the room that you were in watching you struggle to keep a straight face.

He teased you the whole time as you squirmed a little in the chair and stared up at the ceiling trying to block out the sight and sound of the machine. You had hoped that he would forget about it after everything was said and done and you went your separate ways but that was not even near the case. He had tormented you constantly since then, driving you to want to figure out at least one of his phobias in order to return the favor.  

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Nova Girl

Request: Mechanic AU Ben Solo, shirtless, wrench in hand, torn up jeans barely staying on his hips ready to take you over the hood of your fixer upper - my aesthetic

Well anon, here it is, some smutty goodness for your Wednesday! Hope you enjoy!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3300+

Summary: Ben is a very thorough mechanic.

“Hi there, I was wondering if I could get a Taxi”

These words were becoming a constant as of late.  In fact it was such a constant, you decided to save the number on your cell and add it to your speed dial. It would be so much easier had you bought that new Mustang at the dealership with your savings, but you were a sucker for those classic models. It had only been a few short months but your baby was in the workshop more often than at home with you.  The bill was stacking up against it.  It started with the carburetor, followed by idling problems, and now it was your worst nightmare: transmission failure.  It was feeling like the costs to repair her were falling out of your hands faster than your paycheques.  

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relationship headcanons//nagito komaeda

Phew, okay, so, this piece of writing is probably the most I’ve written in a single day, aha. Still, I wanted to get it done because it’s part one of three presents for the lovely @kanikii​, who’s been so kind to me since I’ve started this blog. :’) Plus, I’ve kind of wanted to do relationship headcanons for a while, since they’re such good ways to word spill all my thoughts on a character.

Enough about me, though. Hopefully the first of these relationship headcanons are in character and enjoyable to read. I’ve also got one for Hinata in the works, though I plan on doing everyone at some stage depending on who gets requested and whatnot. :>


More than anything, a relationship with Komaeda will require patience. He’s not used to this, not when his entire life has been reduced to waiting for the next phase of his luck cycle, not when anything good is soured by the idea that there’s something terrible waiting. It means that he’s entirely resigned to his fate, to the idea of being alone because it’s better for everyone. Everyone excluding himself, of course, but that doesn’t even cross his mind because of his self-esteem.

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Fic: More Than That

Rating: PG
Words: 2,265
Spoilers: Some references to season 6 spoilers
Summary: Blaine and Sebastian run into each other on Black Friday. Revelations and feelings (and snark) ensue.

Note: Written for the Seblaine Holiday Extravaganza. The prompt was “my sister told me to buy this crappy toy for my niece and you work here please help me find it. it’s black friday and i’m afraid.”

It went in a different direction than I imagine the original prompter anticipated, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

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anonymous asked:

Mom it's my birthday tomorrow and I was hoping you could write a little fic you can choose the prompt but please make it happy!! Thanks!

Mom it’s my birthday tomorrow and I was hoping you could write a little fic you can choose the prompt but please make it happy!! Thanks!

You got it, bby! I sure hope you enjoy this one! I had so much fun writing it, omg. It’s so fluffy that you better go to the dentist right away once you finish reading this ;) HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KIDDO!!!!!! I hope you had a great one! <333

Alexander had been writing poetry for a while. Ever since he knew what poetry was, really. It was what had earned him acclaim back on the island, part of what had propelled him and his mother to a better life. It was what had caught his teachers’ attention in America, more than one of them suggesting he enter various contests.

All of that was great. All of that was amazing. But there was one thing he really needed his poetry to do for him: win over the boy he’d fallen in love with.

For once, he was afraid poetry would fail him, but he was not throwing away his shot.

He was standing in front of the bathroom mirror in the Washington’s house, straightening the collar of the shit Laf had selected for him. Laf burst through the door without knocking. If Alex hadn’t been so anxious, he’d be annoyed.

“I have a few final touches to make, mon ami,” Laf said before setting various tubes, bottles, and brushes on the counter, seating himself on the tiny bit of empty space still next to the sink.

“That looks like more than a few,” Alex mumbled.

“The lights on that stage are harsh, we’re just going to, how you say, counter them, by, how you say, contouring––”

“Laf! I said no makeup!” Alexander whined, knowing that now that Lafayette had gotten out the makeup, Alex was certainly doomed to wearing at least some of it.

Laf pouted at his foster brother. “But mon ami, boys can wear makeup!”

Alex rolled his eyes. “That’s not my issue with it and you know it. I just…” Alex shrugged.

“Just a little,” Laf begged.

Alexander sighed. “Fine, but really only a little!”

Laf grinned and descended upon Alex’s face. Alex shut his eyes as various powders and brushes tickled at his face. After a few moments Laf instructed him to open his eyes. A wand quickly layered black goop on his upper eye lashes.

“Laf, I fucking swear if––”

Lafayette held up a hand mirror and Alex gasped. “It doesn’t even look like I’m wearing any?” He touched his face as if he needed to make sure there was indeed something on it. He felt a little powder rub against his fingertips before Laf swatted his hand away.

“Do not ruin it before we even get in the car!” Laf whined. Lafayette then brushed Alex’s hair back and gathered it into a much neater bun than Alexander usually wore, quickly misting the smaller boy’s head with some spray before he could even open his mouth to protest it. “You will thank me later,” Laf mumbled.

When he was finally done creating his masterpiece, he gave Alex a few moments alone in the bathroom, telling him to be downstairs in three minutes so they could get there in good time.

Alex looked in the mirror and actually smiled at his appearance. Maybe makeup wasn’t so bad after all. He just hoped that it would go over well with everyone, especially––

“ALEXANDER!” Lafayette hollered from downstairs.

Alex rolled his eyes. Three minutes had not passed, but he wasn’t about to argue with Laf. He didn’t have the energy or the time.

Alex patted his jeans pocket, checking for what felt like he fiftieth time that the piece of paper was indeed still there. He took a deep breath, a chill racing down his spine. He was ready.

Fifteen minutes later (five of those minutes had been spent convincing George and Martha, for the third time that very evening, that Alex really preferred for them to miss this performance and yes of course they could come to all of the ones after this, but please don’t come this one time oh my god.), Laf pulled up in front of the coffee shop that held poetry open mics every other Friday night.

He street-parked a bit down the road, which Alex was grateful for. A quick walk would help him keep his head clear. As they got closer to the coffee shop, Alex heard a very familiar booming laugh echoing in the street.

“HERCULES MULLIGAN!” Lafayette shouted, confirming the smaller boy’s prediction.

Next, Alex heard someone cackling–– that had to be Peggy–– and someone else chiding the cackler. Angelica, no doubt. Soon they were within a few feet of the shop and their friends’ forms were fully illuminated.

Herc, Angelica, and Peggy were sitting on the wooden bench right outside the main entrance and Eliza was nervously shuffling her feet on the grey sidewalk beside them. And there, leaning against the side of the building, was the boy this was all for.

Alex felt all of his words rush out of his brain, his mouth, his fingertips, when John Laurens looked up and smiled at him.

“Hey,” John said as if everything was normal.

“H-hey,” Alexander stammered back while trying to remind himself that, to John, everything was normal. He had no idea what was about to happen. He had no idea how Alexander really felt.

Alex patted his pants pocket again, sighing in relief when he heard the paper crinkle. It was all there, on the page. All he had to do was read it, deliver it with the same passion he did all his poetry.

It’d taken him over a month to write. Normally, his poems were finalized within a week. But this one was different.

He’d needed it to be discreet–– John wasn’t out thanks to his lovely father’s very public homophobic views–– but still obvious to John that it was for him.

Fifty-one drafts later, he had it.

The group squealed over Laf and Alex’s arrival before filing into the coffee shop, where they crowded the around the counter.

Alex let out an annoyed sigh when he saw who was working.

“Ugh, I gotta listen to your whiny-ass poetry again?” Jefferson drawled as he scribbled a name on a paper cup.

Alex rolled his eyes. “I’ve gotta be in the same room as you outside of school?”

“Weak comeback, Hamilton. You’re clearly off your game. Didn’t peg you as having stage fright,” Jefferson snickered.

“I don’t,” Alex said, slamming a five dollar bill on the counter. “I’m just annoyed at seeing your face.”

Thomas laughed as he took the money and gave Alex the change. Alex didn’t need to order. Thomas already knew.

Alex dropped the change in the tip jar. “Treat James to something special,” he said with a wink.

Thomas grew slightly flustered at the mention of his boyfriend and mumbled something about not telling him how to spend his tips.

Alex took his order from Jefferson and joined his friends at a table near the front of the shop, facing the mic setup.

Peggy had a brownie, M&M cookie, and cup of hot chocolate in front of her, Angie had a biscotti and tea, and Eliza had a latte.

“Peggy, what the fuck?” Alex said with a laugh.

“Angewlica swaid swed tweat me,” she said around a mouthful of food.

“That is not what happened,” Angelica muttered. “I lost a bet.”

“The bet was whether or not Peggy could convince Dad to double her allowance this week,” Eliza said.

Laf and John walked over to the table, drinks in hand. “And how did you manage that, mon ami?” Laf asked Peggy.

She snorted before forcing herself to swallow the cookie crumbs still in her mouth. “I told him that because of inflation it really wasn’t fair I get the same amount that Ang and Eliza did. I made up a fancy chart and everything.”

“I only stopped getting an allowance last year,” Eliza said before taking a sip of her latte. Ever since Eliza had started babysitting for a family after school, her allowance had stopped. Alex knew that was the way it was in the Schuyler family: allowance until you’re old enough to work. Peggy had one year left.

“So not only did I get it double for the week, but for the rest of the year.” She stuck her tongue out at Angelica. “And she said I couldn’t do it.”

“Dad has grown weak, clearly,” Angelica said, crossing her arms and playfully glaring at her sister.

Just then, someone tapped the microphone. “Greetings, y'all!” Maria Reynolds stood behind the mic, beaming. “We’re getting started in a few minutes, so please make sure y’all put your name on the sign-up sheet if you want to read tonight. And please remember our rules: no more than fives minutes on stage. If you can read ten poems in that time, be my guest. If you can only read half of your poem in that time, sorry, that’s all ya got.”

She winked at Laf, would had once tried to read an epic poem he’d written in French. He grinned and winked back at her.

“I’ll be back up in a few to start the open mic!” With that Maria bounced off the stage and came over to say hi to the group. The way Eliza blushed when the other girl approached them did not escape Alex’s notice. He was just too anxious to do much about it at the moment, but made a mental note to bombard Eliza with texts about it later.

He separated from the group for a moment and went to the table with the sign-up sheet on it. There were five people signed up so far. He put his name in slot seven, hoping one last person would put theirs in six, though that rarely happened. He was actually surprised that someone had put their name in the first spot. Usually people put their names at the bottom, hoping someone else would be the dreaded first.

With that, he took his seat and watched Maria chat with Laf and the Schuyler sisters for a few more minutes before glancing at her watch and gesturing toward the stage.

Soon she was behind the mic again, going over the rules one last time, then calling up the first reader, a girl in Angie’s class, Abigail Smith. Alex like her well enough, but she was dating that jerk, John Adams. She could to so much better. It made no sense to him.

When she was done, John jumped to his feet, applauding her, not sitting down until she tugged him down next to her, clearly embarrassed. He was called forward next, and read a gross sonnet about his fair maiden. It took everything Alex had in him not to barf.

After that Laf read something pretty in French. Well, pretty to anyone who didn’t understand French. It was an inside joke between him and Alex, for Laf to get up there and read beautiful-sounding nonsense because everyone always clapped and murmured about what it could possibly mean when Laf exited the stage.  

After that a girl in Peggy’s class, Sybil Ludington, was called to the stage. She straight-up recited a poem about feminism that had Angelica hollering by the end. Alex knew the poor girl would be ambushed by the eldest Schuyler afterward.

After her, Peggy, who typically abstained from reading poetry at these things since, as she once put it, she “didn’t write much and never cared to,” was called up, much to everyone’s surprise–– even Maria seemed shocked as she read off the younger girl’s name.

Peggy floated up to the stage with a smug smile, wiping cookie crumbs from the side of her mouth with her sleeve before reading.

“Ahem,” she said into the microphone. “This one goes out to my oldest sister.” She winked at Angelica. “Love you, Ang!”

“I have a feeling I won’t love you after this,” Angelica muttered.

“Roses are red, now you’re all blue, because Dad decided to give me more money than you.” She cackled into the microphone and flashed a peace sign at Angie before bouncing off the stage.

Angelica looked just about ready to strangle her sister, but thankfully the table, and Eliza’s hands, separated them. Angelica calmed down when Alex’s name was called.

Alex took a deep breath and walked up to the stage, where he’d stood countless times before, in front of this very group of people. In front of John. But he’d never done this before. He shut his eyes for a moment, praying to whoever may be listening that his words would work for him, just like they always had. If they failed him now, the heartbreak would be unimaginable.

So he didn’t think about that. Instead, he pulled out the paper and smoothed down the creases with his hands. He smiled at the audience, pretending it wasn’t the most nerve wracking moment of his young life so far.

“This is something I wrote called ‘Sitting by the Pond With You.’” He took another deep breath.

“We wait all afternoon, you and I.
We watched the heron fly by and I try not
to look into your eyes because if I do,
damn, I might just drown.”

He took in a shaky breath. He couldn’t bear to look at John, who undoubtedly knew he was the other person in the poem because who the hell else did Alex spend entire afternoons with by a pond?

“The longer we sit there, looking
around, the more and more I think about
how it’d feel to have your hand in mine,
to be able to call you mine.”

He wanted to disappear because oh my god he was actually doing this and this was not a game, this was not a game.

“But I push that thought aside and chat
idly with you as we wait to find
that turtle, who pops her head up sooner
or later, having the audacity to never be on time.

“I hope you know that I would swim the depths
for you, that I’ll stand or sit by you in any
and everything you do because when I think
about how you make me feel, I begin to feel more

real than anyone else has ever made me
and I just think that maybe, maybe,
what I’m feeling has a name, but it’s the very
thing that we daren’t speak, so I will simply say this to thee:

When we’re sitting by the pond
everything except your name, your laugh, escapes
me; and I can only pray to whoever may listen
that, together, we can speak love’s name.”

Alex had never rushed off a stage faster in his entire life. He couldn’t even look at John. He ran right out the back door and gulped in the burst of cool night air, his shaking hands gripping the wooden railing of the back deck.

He could vaguely hear someone else, who’d put their name way toward the bottom of the list, being called up to read, and felt slightly bad he’d run out, but pushed it from his mind. He could deal with that another time, when he was certain he hadn’t scared away the closest friend he’d ever had.

The door opened and closed. Someone cleared their throat.

“Hey, um…” John Laurens.

Alex’s breath hitched as a hand came to rest on his shoulder and gently turned him around. John was crying. Alex’s eyes widened. He’d made John cry. That was the very last thing he ever wanted to do.

He opened his mouth to stutter out some explanation, to somehow make this all better, but he was stopped by John’s lips grazing his own. By John placing his hand behind Alex’s head, pulling him closer. By John sobbing into their kiss.

Alex pulled away and looked at his best friend, confused by the kissing and crying at the same time.

“I’m happy, Alex,” John said, knowing what Alexander was thinking. “I’m so damn happy.”

Alex’s lips were on John’s again. They stood out there, kissing, as poetry floated around them. And with every kiss they shared, they dared to give their love its name.

Alex Morgan: ‘If Fifa start respecting the women’s game more, others will follow’

On a cold, grey January day in Lyon the fire of Alex Morgan’s ambition is obvious. She has already spoken of her desire to become the best female footballer in the world and, a long way from the winter sunshine of Florida, to adapt to a new culture in France. Morgan arrived in Lyon just a few days into 2017, after she had been pursued on Twitter by Jean-Michel Aulas, the president of Lyon. Aulas made it clear that signing the American star striker would underline Lyon’s commitment to a women’s team which won the French title, domestic cup and Champions League treble last season. 

 Morgan’s drive might be matched by Lyon but the 27-year-old World Cup winner and Olympic gold medallist, who has scored 73 goals in 120 games for the USA, stresses how many more important battles are still to be won for women’s football. “It’s great to see women standing up in their own line of work and fighting for fair value,” she says after name-checking Jennifer Lawrence and Taylor Swift. Such starry allies suit Morgan, who has more than 2.8m followers on Twitter, but there is also a wearying grittiness to the struggle for equality in women’s sport. USA forward Alex Morgan to join European champions Lyon on loan Read more 

“We’re trying to do the same thing and we’ve come a long way. But it gets exhausting having to do this every day, every week. Our male counterparts have not had to fight as much – so sometimes you feel a little exhausted always having to prove yourself and show your worth.” 

 Morgan rolls her eyes when I say how odd it is that sportswomen are having to fight so hard for parity in 2017. “Sometimes it feels a little redundant and I wish we didn’t have to fight so hard. But you see female actresses and singers standing up for themselves as well as women in general. A woman earns an average 73 cents to the male dollar in the US. So there’s still a long way to go. There’s hope in the fact that so many people know about our struggle in football – with the CBA [Collective Bargaining Agreement] and our fight for equal pay. The fact that the agreement was such a big deal last year showed how much the women’s game has grown.” 

In her new European setting Morgan is note-perfect in always saying “football” rather than “soccer”. But semantics do not really matter when the issues within the women’s game in the US are so tangled that Morgan speaks of “a crisis”. She stresses that the dispute between US Soccer and the national team, with the players calling for a fairer structure in relation to the men’s squad, could lead to strike action. 

“It’s necessary for change sometimes,” Morgan says of a possible strike. “It wouldn’t be the first time women decided to strike. Colombia and a couple of other countries might do the same. And Australia didn’t play us a year ago because of the same battle. We were supposed to play them in a few weeks and they decided not to get on the flight because they weren’t getting paid what they were worth – or anywhere close. 

 “To force a change sometimes you need to stand up. You know what you’re worth – rather than what your employer is paying you. We’re not scared. To move the women’s game ahead we need to do what’s necessary. I feel other national teams are looking at us for that guidance.” 

 Morgan laughs wryly and says “Where do I start?” when asked for a potted history of the US dispute. But she then speaks clearly. “As a national team we have a collective bargaining agreement and from 2001 we’ve had a salary-structured contract because there hasn’t always been a league for national players. So US Soccer has funded the players by giving them an annual salary. Moving forward we would love to keep that consistency in being paid [by the federation] but we want to close the gap between men and women. How turmoil in US women’s soccer could drive players to Europe Read more 

“It’s difficult because we are probably the first national team to get a salary. We’re also probably the highest paid in terms of a women’s national team. But do you compare us to other women’s national teams or to the US men? Do you compare us to clubs? With US Soccer also funding the NWSL [National Women’s Soccer League] it’s very intertwined and hard to understand from the outside. 

 “But the fight is about receiving equitable treatment – not just pay. Our CBA ended last month so right now we’re locked with the status quo. Neither US Soccer nor us have submitted anything that says they’ll lock us out or that we will strike. We’re hoping to reach agreement – but there eventually needs to be pressure from one side to meet in the middle. 

“We don’t have a World Cup or Olympics to use as leverage while we negotiate a new contract. But we have an important tournament coming up [in March]. The SheBelieves Cup brings France, England and Germany to the US. Before we play those matches we want to get a deal done so we can move on.” 

 The fact that women’s soccer still struggles for parity in the US – where it is such a popular sport – indicates the depth of the battle facing the female game globally. Morgan is forthright when she considers Fifa’s attitude to women’s football and their decision to stage the 2015 World Cup on artificial pitches. “We took it very personally because it was an insult. They had never done that for the men – and they never would. The men wouldn’t stand for it. We tried to take a stand and we brought in lawyers and tried to bring it to court in Canada. Lots of players were involved internationally. But it was too late to change anything. 

 “At least we won the tournament and a concession from Fifa that they will never do anything like that again. But it’s also about the win bonuses for the champions or even the teams who finish second, third or fourth. It’s about the amount of fans who watch and the amount of security the women get compared to the men. It’s about the amount of marketing dollars spent promoting the World Cup. 

 “I understand there’s much more money in the men’s game. But Fifa spent so much time on the men they now need to focus a little more on us. I would like to close that gap even if I’m not expecting it to be equal. I’m not expecting there to be a huge jump and the win bonus to be $35m when, for the women, it’s $2m. I don’t think the entire world respects women in sport. But if Fifa start respecting the women’s game more, others will follow.” 

Morgan’s decision to immerse herself in European football, at least for an initial six-month loan from Orlando Pride to Lyon, is motivated by a desire to “improve my game” as she seeks to become the world’s best female footballer. “I still have a way to go. I hope to get there this year or next year. I’ve been able to step up in big moments in the 2012 Olympics and the World Cup. But before I’m able to be the best player in the world, I need to be in the world’s best XI. The start of that is training with the world’s best [club] team. 

 “I would like to win the Ballon d’Or for women. But every top professional should have that ambition. We’ve just seen the 2016 award [won last week by Morgan’s US team-mate Carli Lloyd]. Carli was up against Melanie Behringer [of Germany] and Marta [the Brazilian who previously won the award five years in a row]. They’re three of the world’s best players – but others can compete with them.” 

 Morgan has star-appeal and this past weekend L’Équipe ran a six-page magazine cover story on her. “That’s heartening, isn’t it,” Morgan says, “because you expose not only yourself but the sport as a whole.” The 20 greatest female football players of all time Read more It’s still difficult for Morgan as she tries to learn French – and after just a few days she admits she is not moved far beyond “bonjour”. She is also missing her husband, Servando Carrasco, a defensive midfielder for Orlando City, and their dog Blue. “My husband found it hard as well because we are finally in the same city [Orlando] after six years of playing professionally in different cities. But I told him I need to challenge myself and evolve as a player. He ended up not only supporting me but feeling like it was necessary for me.” 

At least her established role as one of the world’s best players means that Morgan, as an American, will not suffer the prejudice that afflicted her countryman Bob Bradley during his brief managerial spell in the Premier League with Swansea. “I was cringing and felt really bad for him,” Morgan says of Bradley. “I didn’t feel like he had enough time. He couldn’t bring in any of his own [coaching] guys and it was a little cruel and unfair.” 

 More than 26m people in the US watched Morgan and her team-mates win the 2015 World Cup final – a much larger television audience than for the men’s team. But Morgan points out that most women playing the game professionally, but not at national level, have to work in additional jobs. “They have to do that for five months a year because our season is only seven months long. They definitely need to find jobs, whether that’s soccer clinics or camps or an actual desk job. The minimum salary when we started the League four years ago was around $6,000. It’s improved a little and players receive housing so that helps. But even now the minimum salary is barely liveable. That’s why you’re seeing players retiring at 25 – before their prime.”

 How would Morgan improve pay for women’s soccer in the US? “Accessibility is important. Having games on TV and that sort of marketing is crucial. Sometimes I’ll be walking through Orlando and people recognise me and they ask if I’m here for the national team. They don’t understand they have a women’s club team in their own city. I get that it’s only been a year but awareness hasn’t been great. 

 “The NWSL is our baby because we’ve seen two leagues in the US fold. Players, coaches, owners and fans want it to succeed. And just because I’m playing in Europe the next six months doesn’t mean I will stop caring about football back home. I’m going to be very active in our fight for the new agreement.” 

 Morgan’s allegiance to the US means she smiles when reminding me that the 2019 women’s World Cup final will be held in the very same Lyon stadium where we now sit. Her aim is to win that tournament in her adopted French home. But, in terms of winning the wider battle for women’s football, can equality be achieved soon? 

 “That’s the hope. Ten years? I don’t know. Twenty years I see as definitely doable. Fifa has to do a lot more to evolve our game because women in sport aren’t respected equally around the world. Our current battle in the US will get resolved but I don’t believe the fight will ever end globally for the women’s game. We will always have to fight for our rights.” X