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slimthicksonnett · 2 years

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Rock, Paper, 1v1 (Catarina Macario)

Surprise! No plot, just vibes, because it's missing Cat hours.

Prompt: here

Rated: S for Scissors and Stupidity and Soccer, also R for Rose Cameos

Word Count: 4,003 (don't know how I managed that)

Playing overseas was all fun and games until you had to be back for international break. Lyon had always been picky about letting one of their star forwards go during the middle of season, and Cat being there now too certainly didn’t help.

“One of you can go now, one of you can go later.” They had said.

You had tried to plead your case but US Soccer had apparently agreed that one of you could come to camp late, as long as you both arrived eventually. This led to the two of you having to play a very heated round of rock, paper, scissors to decide who would leave on time and who would stay to play the Sunday morning game against Angers.

Seeing as it was now somewhere around 8 am and you were just arriving at the team hotel in Columbus, it is pretty clear that you lost this round.

“GOOD MORNING USA!” Someone yelled, an arm slinging around your shoulders and catching you in an impressively solid headlock. Groaning in annoyance, and maybe a little bit of pain, you attempted to wiggle out of your teammates hold. When you got your bearings and realized it was Kelley, you stopped squirming, knowing full and well it was a futile effort and the defender wasn’t letting you go until she wanted to.

“There’s our brace baby!” A voice that you quickly recognized as Andi’s called out, saving you from KO’s hold as your best friend and former captain pulled you into a hug.

“The first goal was just a tap in.” You grumbled in lieu of a greeting as you let yourself sink into the embrace.

“A tap in is still a goal!” Andi tutted, giving your shoulders a firm squeeze as she pulled back and looked at you seriously. It wasn’t that you weren’t confident in your abilities as a forward, it’s just that you tended to be a little too modest when it came to things like goalscoring. A trait that Andi had found incredibly annoying ever since Stanford.

“Hope you saved some of that goalscoring fire for us!” It was Midge who got to you next, her arms wrapping around your waist and spinning you around in the air, drawing a stream of laughter from you.

“She always does.” Though Midge had already set you down, the soft words from your Lyon teammate were enough to make you feel dizzy again.

“Hey Y/NN, long time no see.” Cat joked softly as she replaced Midge in front of you, pulling you into a hug that felt as natural as ever as her arms settled around your waist and she buried her head into your neck.

“Hey there, chaton.” Your response was muffled by her curls, but she clearly heard you anyways as she hummed softly in response against your skin.

“Alright that’s enough, you see her like every single day. Hand her over greedy!” Cat let go with a huff and you were about to laugh but before you could, you were squeaking in surprise.

“Cookie!” You scolded, staring up at the woman who had quite literally swept you off your feet and was now carrying you bridal style. For her part, Alana just laughed and shrugged her shoulders as best as she could while holding your weight.

“What? We need to get to breakfast and if someone didn’t take you away now, we would’ve been there forever.” Alana has a smug look on her face, knowing the double meaning to her words, and the team could be heard laughing in the distance.

Craning your head backwards to look around the defender's strong build, you caught Cat’s eye. The smile on her face mirrored that of the rest of your teammates and all she had to offer was an innocent shrug as you rolled your eyes at her part in all of this.

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Even with a camp full of newer players, breakfast was what it always was with this team. Trouble.

“So Y/N! Finally decided to gift us with your presence, huh?” Ashley Sanchez called out as you sat down at your breakfast table. Rolling your eyes, you greeted the Bruin with the obviously appropriate reaction of your middle finger.

“Oooo, she’s gotten feisty! Horan, is that what happens when you hang out with the French?” Rose teased, earning herself a grape to the side of the head from the blonde midfielder. “I’ll take that as a yes…”

“Seriously though, we missed you.” Emily Fox said sincerely, taking the empty seat to your right.

“Thanks Foxy, I missed you guys too.” You smiled softly at the blonde, appreciating her effort to recenter the conversation. While Fox hadn’t been with the senior team for long, the two of you had history at the youth level and you were glad for her company.

“Really? We couldn’t tell. You seemed a bit busy scoring bangers to be thinking about us peasants!” And just like that the conversation ramped back up again as Sanchez, another player you had youth team history with, brought everyone back to the conversation she had previously started.

“Can a woman not multitask?” You questioned, an eyebrow raised in a teasing challenge as you sipped your smoothie.

Some of the team took that for an acceptable answer, nodding their heads in understanding. However, the woman to your left just scoffed loudly causing everyone's heads to turn her way.

“Any other woman? Maybe. You? Absolutely not.” Cat said, poking at the eggs on her plate as she fought back a laugh.

“Who invited you into this conversation?” You deadpanned, staring at her blankly as a round of “ooo’s” went around the room.

“Damn, she really did get feisty!” Kelley exclaimed, noises of agreement coming from the team.

Truthfully, you couldn’t be bothered by their antagonizing. Your focus was fully on Cat who was now shoveling eggs down her throat and trying to look anywhere but at you. It seemed normal enough but you knew Cat well enough to know that this was her way of trying to avoid the awkwardness that she was absolutely feeling.

“Please, she’s not feisty. Just mad at Cat.” Abby Dahlkemper jumped in, pointing it out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

This, of course, caught Cat’s attention. Awkward situation and antagonizing teammates be damned, she was not about to have these girls saying serious shit like that so casually.

“She is not mad at me!” She protested, turning to look at you with her honey brown eyes full of concern.

The team continued to joke around you both but the two of you were stuck in a silent conversation as you stared each other down. It wasn’t that you were mad at her, necessarily, but you were still a bit upset by the whole situation. While you’d certainly had a good game with Lyon, you hated playing without her. When they’d brought you both the news that one of you could leave and one could stay, you’d wanted her to fight. Wanted her to say that if one of you wasn’t leaving that neither of you were leaving. Not for her to beat you at rock, paper, scissors and leave without you!

“I am a little mad.” It was a little childish, you knew that. But it was also the truth, in a roundabout way.

“What did I do!” Cat fussed, looking at you with wide eyes as she tried to work out how she, who hadn’t seen you in days, somehow managed to make you mad.

“I didn’t say I was mad at you.” You pointed out, crossing your arms a little defensively over your chest.

You could see the wheels turning in Cat’s head as she tried to work out what was going on. Realizing just how serious she was taking the possibility of you being upset with her, you softened a bit. Nudging her with your foot under the table, you offered her the tiniest smile possible, an indicator that you were still very much being playful and this wasn’t a real argument. The two of you had always preferred talking about your feelings privately and directly, this wasn’t a conversation you would be having seriously in front of all of your teammates. All of your teammates who were, in fact, still watching you both very intently.

“Oh come on, that’s not fair!” The forward protested, scrunching her face up in annoyance at the realization of your half admission.

“What’s not fair is that if you hadn’t beat me, I wouldn’t be having to do the beep test today after not sleeping in over twenty-four hours!” The fork you were holding was now pointed harmlessly at her chest, poking her gently as you made your argument.

“It’s not my fault you ALWAYS start with scissors!” Cat pleaded, desperately trying to defend herself against your whining about having to stay at Lyon while she got to come to camp early.

“Well I’m SO SORRY that I’m just a predictable lesbian, CATARINA!” Throwing your hands up while Cat just facepalmed at your dramatics.

Your nosey teammates however, were stunned. All around the room jaws were on the floor at this fake argument and “admission” that had just unfolded in front of them.

“Does this count as TMI?” Jaelene asked no one in particular, eyes still very wide.

“What ever happened to no girlfriends at camp? Did we stop that rule?” Rose whispered to Sofia.

“No way is Pinoe not even here and we are discussing scissoring at the breakfast table.” Alyssa groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose at the absolute nonsense that was going on.

“Woah pause, who said anything about scissoring?” You asked in subtle panic, eyes wide as you looked from Cat to Alyssa while your face flushed a bright shade of pink. You didn’t think you’d said anything about THAT in front of your teammates.

“Cat literally just said you always start with scissors.” Horan clarified casually, biting into a piece of fruit as she fixed you with an almost uninterested look.

“Oh my god you absolute- we meant scissors like ACTUAL scissors. Well, not actual scissors but like rock, paper, scissors. Because I always start with scissors because it’s obviously superior but Cat lovessss to start with rock for some reason.” Rambling was a natural thing when you were nervous and in this moment you were so flustered you weren’t sure if your words were even comprehendible as they spilled out of your mouth.

Cat, on the other hand, was sitting beside you trying not to die of laughter as she placed a reassuring hand on your thigh.

“Wait. Rock, paper, scissors? You two played rock, paper, scissors to decide who got to leave on time?” Kristie asked, looking at you both incredulously.

“Of course we did! What else were we supposed to do?” You scoffed, looking at her like she just asked the stupidest question known to man.

“Leave it to two of the top footballers in the world to play a children's game to make their decisions instead of doing a 1v1 like normal people.” The blonde midfielder laughed, shaking her head as she went back to her breakfast while you stared at her with wide eyes.

“Wait, that’s an optio- Why didn’t we think of that!” This time it was the wheels in your brain that were turning as you smacked Cat lightly on the shoulder at the presentation of this clearly superior solution to your problems.

“Who is we? I thought of it.” Cat admitted, shrugging her shoulders casually.

“And you didn’t mention it because…” With the glare you now had fixed on her, Cat seemed to quickly lose the casualness as her spine straightened up just a bit.

“Because she didn’t want to lose!” Sophia Smith called out, smirking. You looked over at your usual training partner and winked, blowing her a little kiss that she pretended to catch and press to her heart.

“I would not lose!” Your best friend interjected, now being the one to cross her arms over her chest.

“Oh really, is that so?” You pushed, knowing just how competitive Cat could get when the right amount of pressure was applied.

“Obviously.” She huffed, clearly aiming for dismissiveness but sounding a lot more defensive.

“Fine. You and me. After practice.” Cat turned to face you now, eyes narrowed at the challenge as you smirked at her. There was a challenge sparkling in your eyes that Cat could never turn down.

“Fine. What are the stakes?” Your face lit up at her agreement, but quickly fell when you realized that maybe you hadn’t thought this all the way through.

“Bragging rights?” You offered weakly, earning multiple “boo’s” from the team and a soft laugh from Cat.

“I am not doing an entire national team practice and then playing a 1v1 against you of all people just for bragging rights.” Cat said, giving you a pointed look that made your face scrunch up even tighter in focus.

“Ugh, fine. Let me think!”

The team resumed their meal, some peeking up at you curiously here and there as they talked among themselves. You, on the other hand, were deep in thought trying to figure out what offering satisfied such a bet. Cat, who had returned a hand to your thigh, was absentmindedly drawing shapes on your skin in a vain attempt to maybe get you to calm down and stop tapping.

“I’ve got it!” You suddenly shouted, “Winner gets top for a month when we get home.” A proud grin covering your face as you held out your hand.

“Deal.” Cat said immediately, a similar grin mirrored on her face as she shook your hand. The two of you stayed like that for a second longer, eyes locked, an unspoken message passed between you. And then you were both jumping up out of your seats.

“Hold up, the winner gets WHAT?” Rose shouted, but the two of you were already gone down the hallway.

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“FULL FIELD?” You called out to Cat, who had wandered to the sidelines for a water break after Vlatko had called practice done for the day. You, on the other hand, were overflowing with energy and bouncing on your feet in anticipation for this little challenge.

All practice, the promise of getting to go against Cat is what kept you going. Even though you were incredibly exhausted and ran a beep test by yourself, you were able to push to nearly your normal level with the simple goal of getting to the end of practice. Okay, so maybe you were a bit competitive too.

Your teammates found themselves walking slower than usual, no one in any particular rush to get to the locker room today. Some like Alana and Midge even went as far as to settle down on the sidelines of the training pitch, waiting for the two of you to get on with it.

“I mean if that’s what you want to do, bunny.” Cat teased, walking over to meet you in the circle. You opened your mouth to snark back at her but stopped when you saw the bottle she extended to you. When you looked at her skeptically, she pressed the bottle of colored liquid into your hands.

“As much as I want to beat you, I don’t want it to be because you blacked out. Drink your training mix.” It wasn’t a request and you knew there was no room to fight her on this so you accepted the drink. Under Cat’s ever watchful eye, you unscrewed the top and drank the salty mix of electrolytes that even years of the game could never make you enjoy.

Meanwhile on the sidelines, more of your teammates have gathered.

“So, are we just going to ignore the whole ‘winner gets to top for a month’ thing?” Rose commented as she settled onto the grass beside Alana.

“Technically she said gets top, not gets to top. So who even knows what that means.” Sofia countered.

“We already got it wrong with the scissoring thing this morning so I think maybe we should just stop questioning them.” To everyone's surprise, it was Fox who spoke and dropped down into the grass next. It seemed like Kelley was going to question Fox’s comment but commotion on the field snapped their attention back to the two of you.

“Okay, ball in the middle. Ten paces back to start. First to score wins.” You set the rules, adjusting a traditionally smaller drill into something actually bet worthy, while Cat nodded in understanding.

“Are you sure about this?” Cat questioned, offering you an out.

At any other moment it would be sweet the way she worries about your health. But right now? You just wanted to win.

“Catarina, darling. I haven’t slept in 36 hours and am being fueled only by iced tea, espresso, and my unbridled rage. I am more than sure.” Your declaration was loud enough to be heard from the sidelines, gaining whoops and hollers from your friends while Cat took in the all to familiar fire in your eyes.

“Alright then, let’s do this.”

The ball was set in the middle of the circle and as per the rules, both girls took ten steps backwards away from the ball in opposite directions. As you did, you formulated your plan.

Now, you had no doubt that you were fast, but you did distance. You weren’t stupid enough to think you’d beat Cat in a sprint to the ball. She’d get there probably one step ahead of you, kick the ball past you, and use the second it would take you to turn to take off down the field. And so when the countdown, courtesy of Sanchez and Smith, hit one, you took a different path.

Instead of sprinting straight for the ball, you went diagonal. Just as you’d predicted, Cat reached the ball first and gave it a swift kick to get it in front of herself. Clicking your tongue, you took off after the ball. Thankfully, the angle you had taken placed you further down the field than Cat and thus, closer to the ball. You could hear her huff of frustration when she lifted her head and read this, could feel her steps on the ground as she sped up even more and closed in. But you got there first, tapping the ball to a halt between your boots and turning to face the speeding forward head on. The pace Cat moved at was impressive, but it also had its disadvantages. Such as the fact that she had so much momentum in her run that when you turned abruptly with the ball at your feet, she couldn’t slow down in time to stop in front of you. Delicately, you slid to the side, just narrowly avoiding the collision as Cat came to a halt in the spot you’d just been standing.

Seizing the momentary advantage, you ran. You kept the ball close, feeling Cat at your heels as she had managed to cut quickly and return to chasing after you. You were almost inside the eighteen when she got to you, her hand reaching out to tug at your jersey.

“Putain!” You cursed at the clear foul as the younger girl managed to slow your run.

Now she was pressed against you, hand hard against your lower back as she put a foot between your legs in an attempt to poke out the ball. Growling in frustration, you planted yourself as you maneuvered your upper body in an attempt to box her out. You were successful for the most part until one particular shove. Cat’s hips pressed forward in your backside, not only catching you off guard but also catching you off balance. In an attempt to keep yourself upright, your left foot stuttered forward. That second was all it took for her to gain enough space to poke the ball to the side, spinning past you, and getting it back at her feet.

She only got a few steps away though before you were charging in. Suddenly you were losing and the air of “little challenge” had shifted to “life or death”. Your brain seemed to recognize the stakes and kicked back into a mode it hadn’t really been in since college. At Stanford, you didn’t believe in position based practices. If your defenders were practicing, you wanted to be practicing too. And suddenly it was a mindset you were extremely thankful for.

As you ran alongside her, you took the deepest breath you could manage at this speed. Locking your eyes on the ball, you let instinct kick in. Bending in your left, fully extending your right, you went to ground. It was a damn near textbook slide tackle. Your hip hitting the ground just as your laces hit the ball, scooping it back towards you as Cat tumbled forwards. Without a moment's hesitation, you were popping right back up and taking off towards your own goal. If you listened closely, you would’ve been able to hear two very proud Stanford defenders losing their minds.

But your focus was on the ball. You managed to get back to the box before Cat caught up with you. Contrary to common belief, you’d always argue it was actually so much harder to shoot on an empty goal. Difficulty aside though, you quickly realized that was the only option. Three more seconds and Cat would be trapping you again to get the ball back and the whole dance would start again. And so you did the logical thing, flicked the ball in front of you, and took the left footed touch that you so often sought out in games. The ball smacked the back of the net with a satisfying crack, and you fell straight to your knees.

Within the same amount of seconds it would’ve taken Cat to catch up with you, you were now being swarmed by your teammates. Compliments and cheers came from every angle and Kelley wrapped you in a hug tighter than the headlock she’d had you in this morning.

“Didn’t know you remembered how to do that.” Cat commented as your teammates pulled away, leaving you sitting on the ground.

“Do what? Beat you?” You quipped, cheeks pink with exertion but a smirk on your face nonetheless.

“No, I’d never think you’d forget how to do that.” She smiled, holding out a hand to help you up. Taking it gratefully, you pulled yourself up so that the two of you were chest to chest. You stayed that way for maybe a moment longer than necessary, keeping your hand in hers.

“You’re right, I could never.” Giggling, you let go of her hand and went to walk towards the locker room for a much needed shower.

But of course not before turning over your shoulder to remind the girl of the bet she’d just lost.

“Oh, and I expect all of your clothes on the bottom before the end of the day once we get back! I’m expecting a full month of wrinkle free clothes.” You sent a final wink before disappearing into the locker room while Cat just rolled her eyes. It was a constant argument for the both of you about how hanging clothes on the bottom rung of the stupidly small closet always resulted in things getting wrinkled because of how they touched the floor and got scrunched up. Problem was, you both had too many clothes to fit all of your hanging items on the top rung together.

“Wait a fucking second, they were talking about a CLOSET?!?!” Rose yelled, jaw on the ground in disbelief that that’s what you’d meant by ‘winner gets top’.

But maybe if she would ask the right questions, she’d get the answer she was actually digging for. Afterall, you were talking about your and Cat’s shared bedroom closet. But no one seemed to question that part…

#i had no clue where this was going and we ended up here so enjoy i guess #uswnt imagine #uswnt fanfic #woso imagine #woso imagines #catarina macario imagine #catarina macario x reader #it wasnt ever intentionally about cat im gonna be honest it just ended up here oops #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader

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misskelley · 2 years

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The Rock (Cat MaCario x OC) Chapter 1/Smut

This was her last year, her last chance at continuing her childhood dream to play on TV. At the prime time slot in front of thousands of adoring fans. This was her last chance to not wind up teaching some shitty kids history.

The blaring rap shaking the vary walls they resided in. With a natural light glued to her left hand and her favorite shoes tied tightly around her ankle nothing was going to stop her. Not even the cops.

She danced to every song the same wether it was the newest Polo G release, or Dancing queen by abba. With not a care in the world she swayed her hips to the beat, and thrashed her head when necessary.

Surrounded by her teammates she danced until the song finished and her drink emptied. "Need Another one. She shouted towards Lexie as she pushed her way past the hoards of bodies, all hyped up, sex crazed "teenagers".

Heading back towards the house bopping her head to the beat as she waltzed to the back porch where coolers upon coolers sat filled with everything from straight handles of Tito's, to quickly diminishing bottle of pink Whitney all the way to Truly's and white claws as well as shooters of fireball. She grabbed another natural light- the shittest beer on the planet but it did the job. She didn't want to black out but she definitely didn't want to walk the line of tipsy all night.

With a new chilled can in her hand she was ready to bust out another move when some stupid fucking bitch ran through the door. Effectively body slamming the 5'4 point guard. Throwing the unopened can across the desk causing the carbonated drink to explode in all directions.

"Ohh my gosh. I'm so sorry." The girl/ said. Her bright teeth showing with each syllable. The whites of the teeth contrasting her flawless caramel skin.

"Watch where you are going. Damn." Charley shouted harshly pushing herself from the dirt laden wooden slate's.

"You don't have to be such a prude."

"And you don't have to be such a fucking bimbo." She roared staring with the hatred of hades.

"So you think I'm attractive?"

"I don't think you're attractive-" pausing for effect watching the emotions swirl through her chocolate eyes. "I know you're attractive."

"Need a hand?" Her long fingers reaching out in the way of an olive branch, the vascular hands protruding from the long sleeved blue flannel.

"Yes but on one condition?"

"And what is that?"

"You dance with me. One song all I ask."

"Fine if you don't call me a bimbo again."

"Consider it done." Her silky white fingers grasping the caramel skin. The curly haired girl pulling me to my feet easily. A fact that didn't go undetected.

The two kept there hands clasped together. Charley grabbed another natural light and lead the woman who had yet to give up her name to her teams circle. When Wall to Wall started to pump through the speakers situated around the room is various corners the large black boxes set up so they were out of the way. The two fused into one and their body's moved in perfect harmony. What started out as a seemingly harmless dance turned into one of searching hands and flexible hips. Charley was never one to play the feminine part of dance but with the caramel beauty behind her she did everything she could to impress. Swirling her hips remembering the ABC trick.

Before the song had even ended the long dark fingers of the nameless girl had found there way to her scalp, clutching the hair in a tight fist pulling Charley's face to her lips. "Let's get out of here yeah?"

With all the air pushed out of her lungs she could only nod turning to look at the woman who was making her rethink everything she had every done. "My place!" Charley rushed out in between gasps of air.

"Lead the way." Her voice was like butter all slippery and smooth as it pushed past her plumped lips.

Charley had half a mind to guzzle the rest of her beer before her fit hit the concrete. She felt a feeling she had never experienced before. Seemingly both drunk and sober at the same time. With enough mind to remember each curve of the woman's body but also so drunk that everything was spinning.

"Name?" She demanded with such confidence.

"Charley. You?"

"Cat."

"What is that short for?"

"Catarina."

"Beautiful."

"Thank you."

"So is this one night or are you expecting breakfast?"

"I would breakfast before practice."

"Your first lifts at what 5?"

"Yeah. Okay." As her flat came into her line of sight she quickly sobered up. What was once fuzzy and spinning was not as sharp as a knife and a straight as an arrow.

Charley drags Catarina up the steps to her flat and slams open the door as soon as the door shuts Charley's back hits the wall. Her jacket already being pulled from her shoulders. Once the pesky jacket hits the floor Charley's hands dart under the shirt of the stunning woman. With Catarinas hands planted firmly on Charley's jaw. Charley just about thought she was having a heart attack with the dangerously high heart rate she was dealing with. Separating their lips for much needed air Charley starts working her way down her neck. Flipping there position and slotting a desperate thigh between the long thick legs of the darker girl.

"Off." Catarina whines pulling at my shirt.

Charley obliges ripping the red Stanford basketball shirt from her torso. "Too many clothes." Charley says confidently full of authority. Catarina obliges yanking her shirt over her head and throwing it somewhere behind her. Charley slips her hands around the muscular torso of the tall woman removing the clasped of her bar. Catarina shrugs it off her shoulders. "Bedroom."

The two stumble down the hallway. Hands still searching trying to touch every centimeter of skin on each other. There lips only leaving for milliseconds at a time to grabbed a desperate breathe before diving back in. When Charley's hamstrings hit the mattress she stumbles backwards until her back crashes onto the disheveled sheets, slowly sinking into the memory foam mattress like quick sand. When Catarina falls on top of her she dips even lower on the foam of the mattress. With long skillful fingers Catarina slips her left hand down the front of her jeans and rubs her through the thick fabric before tossing the idea out the window and reaching for the belt. With a dutiful pull of the leather the belt comes undone and her fingers quickly hit the cold metal of her zipper. The "hisssh" of the zipper filling the room devoid of any other sound besides for the gasping breathes they were fighting for. Once the zipper gets far enough down the track it's pulled from her hips along with her thong in one quick motion.

Charley lays there barren and exposed on the mattress. Goosebumps rising across every plane on her body in the frigid room. She had always been the "top" when it came to hookups. Never even reviving a singular finger through her dripping arousal in return. Now with Catarina dutiful fingers roaming her frame she felt shy.

In all 23 years of her life Charley Hansen had never felt shy. Now under the strategic gaze of the darker woman she felt bashful under the watchful gaze. Her dark eyes drinking in every inch of her milk white skin. She was thankful she was still clad in a bra making her feel like she was on somewhat level playing field.

Charley pulls her head from the balled up top sheet she discards every night to look at the beautiful chocolate eyes as they sank lower and lower behind her naval. Now she was filled with adrenaline to not cum to fast but also to enjoy each flick of the woman's broad tongue. When the hot muscle comes in contact with her slick heat she arch's off the bed with a deafening gasp. The way the broad muscle flexed against the stiffening bud made it hard to not clamp her thighs around the wavy hair to frame the beautiful eyes and sharp nose of the girl. The sounds flying from her mouth sounded like they were from some other persona. She had never made a sound like that in bed. She had prided herself on being quiet in bed never letting more then maybe a grunt slip by her lips in between hard gasps of air, now she was loud and hysterical reacting to each and every movement of the taller girl.

She came embarrassing fast. With one plunge of the muscle deep into her cunt she came.Slamming her thighs together almost crushing Catarina's head due to the muscle. When the shaking subsided and her legs fell wide open. Turned to jelly from the muscle spasms that had ran through her body.

"Give me a second before I return the favor." She labored between deep breathes wiping the thin line of sweat starting to collect on her brow line.

"No problem." Catarina replied smoothly making her core twinge with a new layer of arousal.

Now with the fire being lit she rolled onto the tall girl and started working on her breast. First with her fingers and then switching to her mouth. Her fingers danced across the pronounced muscle tracing each indentation of muscle until she hit her V-line. She traced it down to her jeans then followed the fabric until she got to the zipper. Unceremoniously unzipping them and throwing them into the growing pile of clothes at the base of the bed. She left her underwear on purpose. The dainty Lacey fabric contrasting the thick bulging muscles of her abdomen. She continued her tracing this time with her tongue as her fingers started to slide across the lace that covered her most intimate parts. Her slick coating the fabric.

"Please. More." Catarina gasped between moans.

"Words?"

"Fingers now!" She demanded like she was in charge.

Charley pulled her fingers back from the fabric and slid down the bed until her mouth was level with her cunt. Laying her head on one of the muscular thigh she blew a cold breathe onto the skin watching as Catarina's hips bucked for more friction.

"Please! Fuck me! Please!" she begged and I couldn't deny this stunning woman. So she obliged. Using both hands to grasp the fabric before making a show of pulling the fabric down the long legs. Kissing down the legs in wake of the fabric. Once the last garment hit the floor Charley started her teasing. Kissing up both legs from the ankle to the hip and then restarting. By the time both legs had been given her full and undivided attention she turned to the dripping arousal. She ran one testing finger through the slit loving the way the digit ran across. She circled the bud until Catarina's hips bucked for more pressure before moving down and inserting one finger. She slowly fucked the stunning woman before adding another finger. With the second digit she was now curling each finger with every thrust. Then quickly using her mouth to help her along to orgasm. Catarina came quickly arching off the bed shouting words of praise that hit me in my core. Her strong fingers wrapping tightly around the base of the hair follicles. Educating me on a new thing I like. The pain quickly being soothed by the words spilling through her clenched jaw. When the spasms stopped I roll off of her and wipe my mouth on my forearm.

"God you're amazing!" She exhaled with a look of pure delight.

"Thanks I guess." Throwing my head back as a laughter consumes me. Making the already burning soreness in my abdomen worsen.

"Where's your restroom?"

"That door." Lazily slinging my arm towards the left wall with a singular door.

She disappears behind the door as I go about collecting the discarded clothes. Separating each article for the correct person. Once that was done I grab a bottle of water and put on a long t-shirt before climbing back in bed. Making sure my alarm was set as the alcohol came back in full force. I was really feeling the effects of my over indulging right now. I was out before the bathroom light shut off.

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Celebrations - Vivianne Miedema/Reader

prompt: Arsenal celebrates Viv finally making her return from her ACL injury.

warnings: none

words: 4587

(Y/N) POV

I grinned as I wrapped my arms around Viv’s waist as I picked her up to spin her around. Viv scoffed in my arms before I put her down. She shook her head at me as I only followed behind her.

“Come on, Viv! Be excited! You’re back!” I cheered. Viv only rolled her eyes. “Come on, darling. It’s been three hundred and eleven days. You’re allowed to get excited and celebrate coming back.”

“We’ll celebrate when I actually get subbed onto the pitch,” Viv said.

I shrugged at that. I knew that Viv had been nervous about coming back, but I had been there every step of the way to assure her that she was going to be okay. I had missed getting to play with Viv for so long now and I knew that Jonas was going to sub her on even if it was just for a few minutes.

I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep my excitement in. Katie was right there with me. Not that it surprised any of us since Katie was consider the president of Viv’s fan club.

Honestly, I was just really looking for when Viv would finally get to start again. I couldn’t wait to play with her in the starting eleven again.

“Schatje,” Viv called out. I paused my animated retelling of my most recent trip home to turn to Viv. I grinned when Viv motioned in front of her. “Come sit.”

I abandoned my storytelling as I made my way over to where Viv was before I felt her running her hands through my hair so that she could pull it up for me. It was a small thing we had started after Viv realized how nervous I got before games during my first season with Arsenal.

It wasn’t long before Katie came to sit in front of me so that the two of us could talk about how excited we were for our national team camps that would be coming up. Everyone would be flying out the next morning to get to their respective camps.

While I couldn’t wait to go home and see all my national teammates, I was a bit bummed out that Viv wouldn’t be able to come watch my games this time around as she would finally be back with the Dutch National Team. Viv had assured me that she would still make time to watch my matches though as I promised to watch hers as well.

“What are you most excited for, (Y/N)?”

“Tobin and Christen said they’d come out to catch the second game since it’s in San Diego,” I said with a grin.

It was no secret that Tobin and Christen had taken me under their wing when I joined the national team. My Arsenal teammates had been surprised though when I had finally convinced Tobin to join Arsenal and they had seen just how close the two of us were. But I hadn’t had much of a chance to see the two while preparing for the World Cup and helping Viv rehab, all the while both Tobin and Christen were dealing with their own injuries.

“You must miss them, huh?” Katie asked as she nudged my foot with her own. “All of your national teammates?”

My situation was a bit different from everyone else’s on the team, it seemed. Pretty much everyone else at Arsenal had someone from the same country as them on the team. Or they at least knew someone who was playing the WSL that they knew from their national team.

Lindsey was my closest teammate and even then, she was in France. Well, I guess that I did have Catarina Macario and Mia Fishel both were still so new to the team that I wasn’t that close to either of them. I was closer to Jessie Flemming than I was to either of them.

“Yeah, I really do miss them,” I nodded. I hadn’t been called up for our September friendlies after I had been publicly critical of Vlatko and the USSF for keeping him around for so long, but the federation knew that they would only be able to keep me off the team for a short amount of time before there was clear outcry to have me back. “Besides, Becky’s going to be back in camp, so we’ll finally get Captain America back on the field. Maybe we’ll get her to finally score too.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Katie said.

Viv pressed a kiss to the top of my head before she moved from where she was sitting. I let Katie help me up before the two of us had headed out to get lined up since we were both starting today.

While we were waiting in the tunnel I couldn’t help as I kept bouncing on my heels. This should be a good game for us after all. Plus, we had a celebration dinner planned for after the game for Viv’s return.

The second the whistle blew to start the match I knew that it was going to be a rough one. Not that it completely surprised me, Bristol hadn’t won a match yet this year and no one ever wanted to start the season off with four losses so they would try their hardest to stop that from happening. That meant targeting Alessia and staying on my back as well.

Honestly, it was a pretty smart tactic. Alessia’s temper could almost rival Katie’s and that was saying something. If they could draw Alessia into getting a yellow, or even a red, it would shift the game.

There was just one major detail that Bristol was forgetting.

We’ve got McCabe.

Katie scored a banger in the seventh minute giving us the advantage that we had all expected to have.

But it was just two minutes later that the advantage came crashing down.

I had made a run for the ball but struggled to get my balance as I had taken a small shove from one of the Bristol players that sent me crashing to the ground. I had heard the dreaded pop our recent ACL squad at Arsenal had described as I hit the ground. I was immediately clutching at my knee even as play continued around me.

Katie was the first one to realize that I was actually hurt as I hadn’t gotten up yet. She was quick to fight to get the ball back before kicking it out so that the play would stop. She was also the first one over to me.

“Please, tell me it’s your ankle,” Katie said as she knelt on the ground next to me. I clenched my teeth as I shook my head. “(Y/N), please tell me it’s something other than your knee.”

“I’d love to,” I said, causing Katie to let out a sigh of relief. It was always worrying, no matter what color jersey a player wore, when they went down because it seemed like a majority of injuries these days were ACL injuries. “But it’s definitely my knee.”

“Okay,” Katie nodded. I saw her briefly turn to signal for a sub so I could go off. “It’s gonna be okay. Maybe it isn’t that bad.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

I wasn’t surprised by our other teammates coming to check on me or how Kim also stayed close.

“Just a sprain, yeah?” Katie suggested. I glanced up to see that Kim didn’t look super confident in that possibility. “Or just a hyperextended knee? So long as you didn’t hear a pop there’s a chance it isn’t your ACL. Did you hear a pop?”

My eyes caught where Viv was standing on the sideline. I couldn’t let her stand there and worry about me. Not when we were supposed to celebrate her return.

The trainers were close enough to us that they were able to hear our conversation.

“I didn’t hear a pop or feel one,” I assured Katie. I knew that Irish woman would be angry with me when the news did come out because I was already certain that it was my ACL, but I refused to be the reason that Viv’s night was ruined. “I’m sure these guys will take good care of me and have me back on the field in no time.”

Katie nodded as the trainers moved next to me. Kim grabbed ahold of Katie’s arm to pull her up.

“Come on, Katie,” Kim softly coaxed the Irish woman. “(Y/N) will be all right. Let’s get out of the way and let the trainers do their thing.”

Katie hesitated but I smiled at her and nodded so she went with Kim while I let the trainers help roll me over. I brought my hand to cover up my mouth so that no one would be able to read my lips.

“It definitely popped,” I admitted behind my hand. The trainers froze at that because I had just told Katie that it didn’t. “Don’t tell the team. I don’t want to ruin Viv’s night with my own torn ACL.”

“You sure?”

“I heard it and felt it pop. It’s definitely torn.”

The trainers nodded before they moved to load me on the stretcher. I knew that it was something that had become precautionary with all the severe knee injuries so many players had been through recently.

They carried me off the field, but I let them stop so that Viv could check on me once we reached the tunnel, so it was a bit more private. I sent her a soft smile as she crouched so that she was at my height as she cupped my face.

“Your knee?” Viv asked.

“I doubt it’s that serious. It doesn’t feel that bad, I promise,” I assured her. I couldn’t help how the guilt gnawed at me as I said the words because I knew that she would be upset and worried when she did find out that my ACL was torn. “They’re just taking me out on the stretcher as a precaution. I’ll be back from the hospital for dinner. Right, guys?”

There was a course of yeses from the trainers.

Viv sighed as she nodded her head before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“I’ll see you later, Schatje.”

“Hey,” I said as I reached out and grabbed a hold of her wrist when she went to walk away. I grinded my teeth together at the aching pain that came from my knee at the slight movement. Viv bit her lip at my reaction. “I’m going to fine, okay? Tonight’s about you. I know that Jonas is going to get you on the field, and I know that it isn’t going to be how we planned it with both of us being on the field, but, Viv, you deserve to be back out there. Enjoy that, yeah?”

Viv slowly nodded her head, and I gave her one last small smile before I kissed the back of her hand and let her go.

“No one tells Jonas until after the team has gone out,” I said once Viv was out of hearing range.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You okay, kid?”

“I’m fine.”

Becky had been the first to call me. I had seen all the texts that my national teammates had sent me, but Becky was the one I had answered first. I was hesitant to text Tobin or Christen back. I knew that they would call me as soon as they knew I was out of the hospital, but I didn’t know how long I would last talking with them on the phone before I broke down.

Tobin and Christen weren’t just my team moms. They were my safety net. They had been the ones I went to when my anxiety about playing started to get to me. They were the ones who had convinced me to finally ask Viv out and they had been there through the hardest times in my life. But this was one of the worst setbacks I had, and it was at the worst time with the Olympics only nine months away.

I didn’t even know how long I would make it before asking Tobin and Christen to fly over to help me out while Viv was away at camp. I knew that they would do it too, but I couldn’t help but feel guilty for even thinking about asking them when they both had so much on their own plates already.

“How bad is it?”

I froze at the question. I, logically, knew that Becky would be the one they’d have call me to get information about my injury since she was our team captain, and we were in between coaches at the moment.

“My ACL is torn,” I admitted. I ran a hand over my face as I stayed in the car that was sitting outside the restaurant. Kim had stuck around to wait for me to get back to London Coloney with a couple of trainers. I had assured her that I was fine and that I just had to call Becky to give her an update so she could tell our national team. “I don’t even know what I’m going to do about surgery. Viv’s supposed to head to her own national camp tomorrow. But the longer I put it off, the longer I’ll have no idea what my timetable to return would look like.”

“Okay, you talk it over with Viv and get a gameplan with the medical staff at Arsenal and keep me updated.”

I knew that would be the next step. I sighed as I looked at the restaurant entrance. I wasn’t going to ruin Viv’s celebration so our talk would have to wait until after dinner. It really was unfortunate that we had to have such a quick turnaround between our game tonight and the national camps that everyone was leaving for tomorrow.

“Hey, Becky?” I called out before she could hang up the phone. “I know the federation wants you to report back to them tonight, but do you think it can wait until tomorrow?”

“Kid, they need to know as soon as possible.”

“I know, but it was Viv’s first game back from her ACL. I didn’t let her know how bad it was when they took me off. I didn’t tell her that I heard the pop,” I explained. Viv deserved to be able to celebrate this without having to worry about me. “I just want her to be able to celebrate finally getting back on the field for a game. I’m going to tell her tonight, but I want to be the one to do it. Not the team breaking the news.”

“Okay, but I call them at eight o’clock tonight,” Becky relented. I nodded in relief even though she couldn’t see me. “That’s like four hours. So, you make sure you tell her before then.”

“I will. I promise.”

We wrapped up our conversation as I made her promise to let the rest of the girls know that I missed all of them and I was upset that I wouldn’t be there to see them but that I trusted that they would win without me.

I took a moment to compose myself before I grabbed the crutches from the back of the car to head into the restaurant. I was slower to get back to the private room where the others already were. I could see the worry in my teammates faces when they saw the crutches. But my eyes met with Viv’s as I ignored our teammates.

Viv’s eyes darted down to the knee that I had hurt as she immediately started to fidget with the rings on her fingers. I started to make my way toward her before I took a seat next to her. Once I had the crutches leaned against the wall that was behind us, I grabbed ahold of her hand.

“It’s fine. Just hyperextended,” I assured her. Viv’s shoulders dropped in relief. “Doc said to get rest and the trainers will reevaluate next week to see how it’s looking. I’ll be back on the field in no time. I promise.”

Viv smiled at that as she gave my hand a tight squeeze. The guilt hit me hard as I watched the worry disappear from Viv’s eyes. I knew it was cruel to give her this false hope, but I didn’t want to ruin this for her.

“Great! That means you’ll be back with us in no time!” Katie cheered. I shook my head as Viv and I both turned to look at her. “Just too bad you won’t be going to national camp now.”

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t need to think about that right now. Especially because it still hadn’t really hit just yet that I was going to be missing out on seeing some of my best friends for the second camp in a row.

“Just wait, McCabe. Once Beth, Viv, and I all get back on the field, it’ll be your spot that I take, and you’ll be the one riding the bench.”

Katie gasped at that before she pretended that I had actually hurt her. I couldn’t help but smile as Viv laughed at Katie.

As our night moved along, I found myself forgetting about the injury I had just sustained and instead lost myself in the celebration. It wasn’t even anything big we did for Viv. We didn’t even focus too much attention on her, but Viv honestly did love being around the rest of the team.

While she hadn’t been completely separated from the team during her injury and rehab, she had missed getting to spend as much time as she was used to with the rest of the team. I had also been careful to limit how much either of us committed to team bonding nights, especially when it was game nights knowing that as much as she pretended to hate the games, Viv was one of the most competitive people I knew, and she would have been upset by the number of games she couldn’t join in.

It was nice to see her enjoying herself with the rest of the team.

Aside from being the newest one on the team to be injured, today was amazing. Even as dinner was winding down and some of our teammates started to make their leave. Katie assuring both Viv and I that she was covering our meals tonight as the president of Viv’s fan club.

Of course, we could only go for so long though before something had to go wrong when our squad was around.

I hadn’t even been paying attention to the Aussies who were messing around next to the table that Viv and I were still sitting at as we both quietly talked to each other. I knew that the two of us would be making our leave soon as Viv was obviously worn out from the day.

I moved to slide out of my seat, but that proved to be the wrong thing to do because as soon as I had turned so that I could maneuver my way to my feet, Kyra had taken off to get away from Caitlin who was trying to chase her. Which meant that both of them collided with my recently injured knee.

I gasped as I tried to hold back the tears while I turned back in my seat to keep it from being ran into again. I was very away of how all of the attention had been turned to me.

The aching pain that I had been able to ignore all night was back and it was ten times worse now. It was so bad that I couldn’t even process the apologies coming from Kyra and Caitlin. Viv was quick to move around the table so that she could be on the side I was trying to get out from as she waited for the pain to subside.

“Did they give you anything for the pain?” Viv asked.

I shook my head before I fished out the prescription from my jacket pocket.

“I have a prescription, but I’ll have to get it from the pharmacy tomorrow.”

Viv took the prescription from me. I was also a bit surprised to find that she had shooed the others away so that we were in the room by ourselves.

“Why would they give you a prescription if you just hyperextended your knee?”

I sighed at the question. I really didn’t want to do this here. I would do it at home, but not here where anyone could hear us.

“(Y/N), they wouldn’t give this to you if you hyperextended your knee. Especially not a prescription for this much,” Viv pointed out. I knew that she had figured it out. Viv looked up at me as I felt my shoulder slump forward. I was already over this injury, and I had only had it for about five hours. “Why would they write you a prescription?”

“Not here, Viv.”

“Yes, here.”

“No. I’m not doing this here,” I said. Viv scoffed as she looked away from me. “We can talk about it as soon as we get home where it’ll be a private talk, but I’m not going to do this in public.”

Viv huffed as she stayed crouched in front of me for a moment before helping me up and situated with my crutches. Our walk outside was a silent one until we actually reached outside. Once we were outside, I found myself saying goodbye to our teammates and assuring both Kyra and Caitlin that I would be fine.

Viv stayed by my side as we made our way to the car. She even helped me get into the car. Something that we had mastered when she tore ACL, but it was a little awkward now. Both of us were used to doing the other’s role.

Viv stayed silent the whole ride back to our apartment. This morning’s playlist to get us both excited about the match we had today was the only thing keeping us from complete silence inside the car.

Even when we got home, Viv stayed quiet. She had gotten both of our bags out without a sound and followed me into the building. Her watching me struggle with the door for a moment before she held it open all the way so that I could get in without having to worry if the door was going to close on me or not. She stayed behind me as we made our way into the building.

I wasn’t sure if she refused to move in front of me just so she wouldn’t have to face me or if it was just because she was afraid that I’d fall and she thought she had a better chance at catching me if she was behind me.

Our trip from the elevator to our apartment took longer than normal as I was getting used to the crutches and couldn’t move as fast as Viv had eventually been able to. But once we were inside of our apartment, I moved to sit on the couch. I was fully prepared to sleep on the couch as well if she was mad enough at me. After all she was the one that would be going to a national camp tomorrow, so she’d need a better rest than me.

“I was going to tell you,” I assured her as she took a seat on the couch once our bags were put up. “I promise I was.”

“And did you plan on telling me before or after I left for camp?”

“I’m not a complete asshole, Viv. I was going to tell you as soon as we got home. But I knew what tonight meant for you. Three hundred and eleven days and you finally got back on the field. You deserved to celebrate with your friends. I wasn’t just going to let you skip that to baby me when I’m fine.”

“You tore your ACL! I don’t think you get what that’s like! Take it from some‒”

“I know! I know,” I cut her off. I couldn’t stop the tears that were threatening to fall as it was all finally catching up to me. “I’ll be out for at least six months, but it will more than likely be closer to nine before I can get on the field again. I’ll probably miss the Olympics because if it takes me nine months to come back then there’s no way I’ll be in form to go to the Olympics. And I’ll probably have more bad days than good ones.”

“When are you having surgery?”

“I don’t know, Viv. It just happened tonight. I’ll probably go talk to the team medics and a doctor tomorrow to figure out a plan.”

“I’ll call Jonker and let him know that I won’t be at camp.”

“No. No!” I moved forward to snatch her phone away from her. Viv tried to reach for it, but I moved back as far as I could. “You’re not doing that! You’re going to camp. I’m not letting you ruin everything you’ve worked for because of me.”

“You were there for me! Why can’t I be there for you?”

“I’m not saying that you can’t be. But you’re not putting your own career on hold because I have to have a surgery.”

“Then what about while I’m gone? It a lot harder to take care of yourself when you’re on crutches than you think.”

I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. We were getting nowhere with this.

“Beth and Leah and Laura are all still going to be here. None of them were called up,” I pointed out. I hadn’t really thought about asking any of them if they’d be okay to help me out. “I can always ask them to help me. I’m sure that Tobin or Christen wouldn’t mind flying over to help me out for a couple of days.”

“I want to be able to take care of you like you took care of me,” Viv admitted as she moved closer to me. I sighed as I threaded a hand in her hair. “It’s scary and I would have never gotten through my own injury without you. I want us to be able to play together again and that means that you’ve got to get through this, but it’s hard and so emotionally draining.”

“And you are the one that’s going to get me through it,” I said. Viv perked up a little at that. “But I’m not going to let you sacrifice your own career because of mine. Especially not when you just got yours back. So, you’re going to camp.”

“But what about your surgery?”

I sighed as I moved my hand to play with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck. It knew that Viv always calmed down when I did that.

“I’ll wait to schedule it until you’re back from camp. And I’ll make sure that it won’t clash with the Manchester City game,” I assured Viv. Viv sighed before nodding in agreement. “Besides, between the girls who weren’t called up and our medical team, I’ll be well taken care of while you’re gone. And I’ll be sure to talk to you every day.”

“And if it ever feels like you’re drowning, you’ll tell me so that I can be there to pull you up like you did for me, right?”

“Right.”

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wonderland (kristie mewis x uswnt!reader)

all the memories and suppressed feelings flood back when she gets called up to the national team again.

word count: 2624 ish

rated D for dumb idiots. also F for flustered reader. and A for a little angsty.

——

it was tuesday morning when you had a near death experience.

jordan thinks that you’re being overdramatic but you don’t listen to her anyways.

on your off day of training the team decided to go out to have a nice breakfast together at a cafe.

there was the usual banter, disgusting couple moments (you constantly made gagging noises at them), and general stupidity.

after a bit the conversation dulled a little, but spiked again when jordan said:

“hey doesn’t the uswnt roster drop today?”

oh crap you forgot about that.

“oh crap yes it does.”

you were pretty sure you were going to make it again.

you’ve been very constant with your playing, scoring goals nationally and at the wsl alike.

still you couldn’t help the nerves that crept their way up your skin, and you handed your phone to jordan to have her read the list .

“read the list of midfielders aloud for me would you?”

the forward accepted it without hesitation, this being a usual exchange between the two of you.

jordan scanned the page a few times before smiling:

“i am proud to present the midfielders for the 2020 netherlands camp-“

“oh stop it just get on with it.”

“well i was before you rudely interrupted me-“

“alright whatever well keep going then.”

“julie ertz.”

“ditto.”

“lindsey horan.”

“also a given.”

“rose lavelle.”

“obviously.”

“catarina macario.”

“i’m not surprised.”

“sam mewis.”

“uh huh”

“and yours truly, y/n y/ln.”

the table cheered a little and you blushed, taking a bite of your avocado toast to hide your smile.

“oh and kristie mewis.”

and then you inhaled sharply, choking on your bite of food.

“who?” you managed to get out through a fit of coughing.

your inquiry was met with an array of exclamations.

“do you not know who kristie mewis is?”

“sam mewis’s sister?”

“won the challenge cup with dash?”

“dated rachel daly?”

“how do you not know who she is?!”

“you’re american for god’s sake!”

you ignored them all and instead said to jordan:

“can you hand me the water?”

jordan furrowed her eyebrows and handed you a glass of water as you coughed away.

you shot her a thankful glance before it was broken again by your nonstop coughing.

daan turned and slapped you a few times on the back which helped slightly.

for the rest of the breakfast jordan noticed you were much quieter, resorting to staring off into space instead of filling the silences with bad jokes.

after breakfast she caught up with you.

“alright spill.”

you shot her a look of confusion.

“spill about what?”

“you and kristie.”

“there’s nothing to spill.”

“that’s a lie and you know that.”

“i- hey would you look at the time i gotta go!”

you glanced at your wrist quickly before running off.

jordan shook her head before yelling out:

“you don’t even have a watch on!”

steph watched the two of you and shook her head.

you and kristie were bickering about something across the field, too caught up in your own world to pay attention to the fact that training had ended.

steph and kristie were both boston college grads, and the two had been close friends before signing together.

kristie had taking a particular liking to you, and within the first week of training you found yourself included in everything the they did.

the three of you played for the boston breakers, sharing an apartment, a car, and consequently all your personal spaces as well.

and so it was only fitting that the three of you bickered.

a lot.

you and kristie more than anyone.

“that is the worst show in existence!”

“no it is not the cinematography is fantastic it’s-“

“no the acting is so bad!”

“no it’s not i-“

“you just have bad show choices.”

you gasped in offense.

“take it back.”

kristie grinned and stuck her tongue out at you.

“never.”

“well then you better run.”

kristie’s eyes widened when you lunged at her.

she took off but you, being faster tackled her to the ground.

your fingers dug into her sides and through a fit of laughter she relented.

“okay okay! i take it back! you have good taste in shows!”

you grinned triumphantly and stopped, your hands on both sides of kristie’s head as you looked down at her.

kristie’s cheeks were flushed and her chest heaved slightly as she looked up at you.

you were briefly aware of the pounding in your ears and butterflies in your stomach.

your eyes locked onto hers and unbeknownst to you you were leaning in but kristie was very, very aware of it, and just as she was about to lean in as well, steph’s yell broke the two of you out of your trance.

“hey training is over idiots!”

you shoot up so fast that your vision goes a little bit black.

you stumble a little bit before finding your balance.

“shut up mccaffrey you almost gave me a heart attack.”

you look down to see kristie still on the ground before you stick a hand out to help her up.

“what were the two of you even fighting about?”

you gave kristie a pointed look before saying:

“this idiot said my show choice was bad.”

steph thought about it for a minute.

“well i mean she isn’t wrong.”

kristie lets out an exclamation after hearing that.

“see?! i told you!”

“hey! you took it back!”

“doesn’t mean it isn’t true!”

“i’m being bullied.”

“oh shut up y/n.”

adjusting your mask and sunglasses, you made your way out of the plane with a few of your teammates.

you had just landed in the netherlands, and coming from england you had a shorter flight compared to most of the team, who would be landing in an hour or so.

you were brimming with excitement at meeting up with your us teammates, as you hadn’t seen them since the beginning of the pandemic.

even then you didn’t get to see them often as you played in the wsl.

you had signed with arsenal in 2017, after the league folded and the boston breakers disbanded, as you were done with the american soccer system.

england had welcomed you with open arms, and you soon made a home there, flying back every so often for national team camps and games.

so when the pandemic hit and a handful of your teammates signed for international clubs, you were ecstatic.

even if they signed for opposing teams.

at least none of them signed for chelsea.

christen gave you a little tap when she saw your suitcases, and you gave her a thankful look before going to grab them.

when everyone was settled, you made your way to the bus and set off on your way to the hotel.

“sam how excited are you that kristie is coming?”

your head snapped up at the mention of the midfielder’s name, an action sam noticed but didn’t comment on.

“i’m so happy! she’s happy too on being called back and can’t wait to see her old teammates again!”

your cheeks flushed a little when sam’s eyes met yours at the end of her statement, and you suddenly found the ground very interesting.

it was a little later when you arrived at the hotel and rose kicked your foot that you looked up.

making your way into the hotel was an interesting experience.

on one hand you were beyond excited that you were back with the national team, yet on the other hand the prospect of seeing kristie made you want to throw up a little bit.

it’s not that you didn’t want to see her.

you were nervous because you liked? like? her.

of course this you realized way after you had left the us.

or rather, just as you were about to leave.

you stood, heart racing as you stood in front of kristie’s door.

your hand hovered above it for a little bit as you tried to swallow and breathe normally.

you had already told steph and the rest of your friends but why was it so much harder to tell kristie?

were you afraid of what she was going to say?

that you were going to leave the country, leave the nwsl, and leave her?

you take a deep breath to calm down and you gave it a little knock.

the door flies open in less than a second.

“y/n! what are you doing here?”

kristie’s cheery demeanor rattled you a little bit.

upon seeing your face she frowned.

“what’s wrong?”

“i-“

your mouth was so dry and it trembled a little.

you could feel your heartbeat in your ears, tears threatening to spill.

kristie’s looking at you with a face full of worry now, and you couldn’t get the words out.

“i-“

you close your mouth again and take a second to look at her.

noting the ways her eyes sparkled and the way her hair was falling out from her bun in little curls over her shoulders.

and then it comes out in a hushed whisper when you least expect it.

“i’m moving to england.”

kristie looks at you too stunned to speak.

she whispers:

“when are you leaving?”

you look down at the ground.

“tomorrow.”

you keep your eyes trained on the ground, too scared to look up at her, knowing that when you look at her the tears you’ve fought so hard to hold back are going to spill.

the silence that falls between you is too heavy. too thick. too constricting.

you find yourself lunging forward towards the midfielder, wrapping her in a hug as the tears spill.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you sooner.”

kristie doesn’t say anything.

she just hugs you harder.

you break away when you have to, but as soon as you turn kristie grabs your wrist.

you turn to ask her what’s wrong but her lips are on yours in an instant.

before you can even process what happened she pulls back.

“you’re going to kill it in england.”

and then she walks into the apartment and shuts the door.

ironically you walk into a door when you see her.

to be fair it wasn’t your fault.

it was hers.

well maybe it was yours.

your head had been all over the place in the past few days, ever since the prospect of seeing her was brought up.

when you had left five years ago, you couldn’t help but replay that kiss over and over in your head.

you couldn’t believe all the signs you had missed.

so yeah.

you were nervous.

and so with music blasting in your headphones, you were prepping for a run, and subsequently not paying any attention to where you were walking and she opens the door right in your face.

you stumble a little bit backwards, before falling down.

you haven’t even looked up, instead sitting on the ground rubbing your forehead and cursing.

it’s when a pair of sneakers appears in front of you that you look up.

and you actually choke on air.

before you stood the woman you had been thinking about, sporting an amused smile and quirked eyebrow.

she says something you don’t hear and it’s only when she leans down and takes your headphones off that you notice them.

your cheeks flush and you mutter an embarrassed “oops” which elicited a chuckle from the midfielder in front of you.

she extends her hand out to you and you take it, sparks shooting up your arm at the contact.

she pulls you into a hug and the two of you quickly fall into conversation.

here up close, you can spot all the changes and similarities of the girl you left 5 years ago.

the five years had been great to her, she was now even more breathtaking than before, no longer the awkward kid but a gorgeous woman.

she almost looks like a completely different person.

almost.

but you notice the same ways her eyes sparkle when she talks, the way the corners of her mouth tug up slowly when she smiles, and the way she tucks loose strands of hair behind her ear and you know this is the same girl you were so smitten with 5 years ago.

“you done checking me out now?”

your gaze snaps back up to her face and blush, a little surprised by her statement.

kristie gives you a teasing smile before saying:

“come on i’m just joking.”

she even has the audacity to wink at you.

and this behavior continues.

for the whole training camp she flirts with you.

you’re a little taken aback by the confidence in the girl.

with the constant winking and flirting and fleeting touches you’re pretty sure she’s trying to kill you.

“y/n. y/n!”

sonnett’s voice snaps your gaze back onto her face.

“sorry what?”

“you were so far into la la land i almost had to get ryan gosling to come get you.”

you shoot her an annoyed look.

“oh shut up no.”

your eyes drift back to the other side of the field, to where kristie was.

sonnett rests her chin on your shoulder and says:

“so who are we checking out today?”

you turn to her and scowl.

“no one.”

“you’re no fun.”

“no.”

“come on you love me.”

“no.”

and of course she scores.

of course.

no matter how hyped the game was.

or how difficult the netherlands defense was.

of course she scores.

she had been on for less than two minutes when she did so too.

you’re so excited you almost trip over your own feet.

she runs to you and you catch her as she jumps, and soon the rest of the team comes to envelop the two of you in a hug.

“i’m so fucking proud of you,” you whisper, and when everyone has relaxed a little, she kisses you.

it’s firmer and more insistent than the one from five years ago.

it’s almost like she knows what she wants and what you want.

you pull away after a few seconds, but only because you have a game to win still.

“come on kris let’s kick some ass.”

you let go of her and the two of you make your way back to your positions.

a few of your arsenal teammate shoot you teasing glances, and you blush when you meet them.

and when the whistle blows thirty minutes later, they make sure to tease you about it after the game.

you see kristie walking towards you and you grin, but before she gets there sam steps in front of you.

you look up at her, and when she doesn’t speak you fill the silence.

“i promise not to hurt her.”

sam quirks an eyebrow and leans in to whisper:

“you better not. or i will tear off your arm and beat you with i-“

“sam!”

kristie gives her sister a little slap in the arm before pulling you away with her.

“hey.”

“um h-hey,” you stammer, rubbing your neck nervously.

“you’re so cute.”

you blush a bit, your heart racing.

kristie catches your hand when it comes down and intertwines her fingers with yours.

“go on a date with me?”

you blush even harder and nod enthusiastically, not trusting your voice at this point.

she gives you a look before leaning in and connecting her lips with yours.

“hey please don’t bang my sister on the field!”

#kristie mewis #kristie mewis x reader #kristie mewis imagine #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines

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jaycatubigan2001-blog · 5 years

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BAGO APLAYA by MACARIO TIU

Bago Aplaya

Gentle is the dashing of the waves

and the tide is rising.

The priest blesses the motor powered boat;

and we are sprinkled by holy water

along with the humble fishermen gathered.

I am happy for their happiness, gaining

a new tool for their fishing:

This is what we celebrate. But

Gentle is the dashing of the waves,

and the tide is rising.

And, like some old poet

I feel the ceaseless sadness

washed ashore by the waves.

But not because I hear

the endless sighing of mankind,

but because of my own sad predicament.

Tomorrow, you will leave me forever

While gentle is the dashing of the waves

and the tide is rising.

Short Analysis

Bago aplaya is a poem written by Macario Tiu is a local classic in davao literature often being though on college literature subjects in local universities. This poem indicates to the reader that this is a narrative poem it tells a stroyteller than a poet and the story tells about the life of a fisherman it is not easy to venture in the ocean or sea. It is very risky to do this kind of living for ajob to supply for their needs to her wife and everytime the fisherman sails into the sea her wife worry for the safety of her husband.

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silentspy22-blog · 5 years

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Bago Aplaya

by Macario Tiu

Hinay ang tapya sa balod

Ug nagsugod na ang taob.

Namasbas ang pari sa bangkang de motor,

Ug lakip tang nawiskan sa bendita.

Uban sa mga gagmayng mananagat nga nanag-alirong.

Nalipay ako sa ilang kalipay

Nga nakaangkog himan sa panagat:

mao kana ang atong gisaulog.

Apan hinay ang tapya sa balod

Ug nagsugod na ang taob.

Ug sama sa karaang magbabalak,

Akong nabati ang walay kataposang kasubo

Nga dala sa balod.

Apan dili tungod sa pangagho sa katawhan

kondili sa akong kaugalingong kahimtang.

Ugma, mobiya ka na sa hangtod

Samtang hinay ang tapya sa balod

Ug magsugod na ang taob

Bago Aplaya

Gentle is the dashing of the waves

and the tide is rising.

The priest blesses the motor powered boat;

and we are sprinkled by holy water

along with the humble fishermen gathered.

I am happy for their happiness, gaining

a new tool for their fishing:

This is what we celebrate. But

Gentle is the dashing of the waves,

and the tide is rising.

And, like some old poet

I feel the ceaseless sadness

washed ashore by the waves.

But not because I hear

the endless sighing of mankind,

but because of my own sad predicament.

Tomorrow, you will leave me forever

While gentle is the dashing of the waves

and the tide is rising.

ANALYSIS:

The poem begins with what may be called the poem’s refrain, ‘hinay ang tapya sa balod, ug nagsugod na ang taob,’ two lines describing the movement of the waves and tide, further establishing the poem’s seaside setting. These two lines are repeated throughout the poem, stylistically mimicking the repetition of waves and the coming and going of tides.

The second stanza establishes the narrative situation: a motor powered boat is being given a Catholic blessing by a priest, and the fishermen are gathered to celebrate the ceremony. This stanza indicates to the reader that this is a narrative poem: it tells a story. Macario Tiu has always been more of a storyteller than a poet.

PERSONA:

The first person pronoun is also used in this stanza, showing that the persona is a character in the story Furthermore, the original ”ta’ (shortened ‘kita’), the inclusive plural in the original Cebuano, also establishes the presence of an addressee, who is also a character in the story.

Tone:

In the next stanza the persona expresses his sympathy for the fishermen’s happiness with their new boat (the boat may be communally owned, or at least the neighbors may borrow the boat from the owners).

But the first repetition of the refrain is introduced as a contrast to the preceding stanza’s emotion, hinting at the sad character of both the image of waves and tides, and of the poem as a whole. This sudden change of mood from celebration to sadness is a simple, if somewhat underwhelming, example of a volta, the sudden change in the poem’s dramatic tone.

By:

Alvin John G. Esperanza

Jesson Gemao

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dweemeister · 5 years

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A list of all films featured in 2019′s 31 Days of Oscar

This is the exhaustive list of all 388 short- and feature-length films featured during this year’s 31 Days of Oscar marathon (up from 296 last year). Best Picture winners and the one (and only) winner for Unique and Artistic Production are in bold. Asterisked (*) films are films I haven’t seen in their entirety as of the publishing of this post.

Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927)

Two Arabian Knights (1927)*

The Crowd (1928)

Sadie Thompson (1928)*

Speedy (1928)

Street Angel (1928)

A Woman of Affairs (1928)

White Shadows in the South Seas (1928)*

The Broadway Melody (1929)

The Divine Lady (1929)*

Weary River (1929)*

All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)

The Big House (1930)

The Doorway to Hell (1930)*

Flight Commander (1930)*

The Criminal Code (1931)*

Little Caesar (1931)

The Public Enemy (1931)

Flowers and Trees (1932 short)

Grand Hotel (1932)

What Price Hollywood? (1932)*

42nd Street (1933)

Gold Diggers of 1933 (1933)

Morning Glory (1933)*

The Private Life of Henry VIII (1933)*

Cleopatra (1934)*

Imitation of Life (1934)

It Happened One Night (1934)

Manhattan Melodrama (1934)*

The Thin Man (1934)

Alice Adams (1935)*

Captain Blood (1935)

A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1935)*

Top Hat (1935)

Dodsworth (1936)

Fury (1936)*

The Great Ziegfeld (1936)

Libeled Lady (1936)

Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936)

Captains Courageous (1937)

Night Must Fall (1937)*

The Prisoner of Zenda (1937)

A Star Is Born (1937)

Way Out West (1937)*

The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Boys Town (1938)

Merrily We Live (1938)*

Pygmalion (1938)

You Can’t Take It with You (1938)

Beau Geste (1939)

Dark Victory (1939)

Gone with the Wind (1939)

Goodbye, Mr. Chips (1939)

Gulliver’s Travels (1939)

Lady of the Tropics (1939)*

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)

Ninotchka (1939)

Only Angels Have Wings (1939)*

Stagecoach (1939)

The Wizard of Oz (1939)

Wuthering Heights (1939)*

Young Mr. Lincoln (1939)

The Great McGinty (1940)

The Mark of Zorro (1940)

Night Train to Munich (1940)*

Our Town (1940)

The Philadelphia Story (1940)

Rebecca (1940)

Strike Up the Band (1940)

The Thief of Bagdad (1940)

Waterloo Bridge (1940)

Dumbo (1941)

Here Comes Mr. Jordan (1941)

Suspicion (1941)

Bambi (1942)

Casablanca (1942)

Johnny Eager (1942)*

Kings Row (1942)*

The Magnificent Ambersons (1942)

Mrs. Miniver (1942)

Now, Voyager (1942)

Random Harvest (1942)

To Be or Not to Be (1942)

Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942)

The Desert Song (1943)*

The Human Comedy (1943)*

Lassie Come Home (1943)

The Ox-Bow Incident (1943)

The Song of Bernadette (1943)

Henry V (1944)*

Lifeboat (1944)

National Velvet (1944)

Anchors Aweigh (1945)

Blithe Spirit (1945)*

Brief Encounter (1945)

The Lost Weekend (1945)

They Were Expendable (1945)*

The Best Years of Our Lives (1946)

The Harvey Girls (1946)

It’s a Wonderful Life (1946)

The Stranger (1946)*

First Steps (1947)*

Forever Amber (1947)*

Life with Father (1947)*

The Perils of Pauline (1947)*

Bicycle Thieves (1948, Italy)

Hamlet (1948)

The Naked City (1948)

The Red Shoes (1948)

I Remember Mama (1948)

Romance on the High Seas (1948)*

Adam’s Rib (1949)*

Battleground (1949)

The Heiress (1949)

A Letter to Three Wives (1949)*

Mighty Joe Young (1949)*

On the Town (1949)

She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949)

The Stratton Story (1949)*

The Third Man (1949)

White Heat (1949)

All About Eve (1950)

Broken Arrow (1950)*

Destination Moon (1950)*

Mystery Street (1950)*

Rashômon (1950, Japan)

An American in Paris (1951)

Royal Wedding (1951)

Show Boat (1951)*

Strangers on a Train (1951)

High Noon (1952)

The Quiet Man (1952)

Umberto D. (1952, Italy)

The Band Wagon (1953)

The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T (1953)*

From Here to Eternity (1953)

Julius Caesar (1953)*

Lili (1953)

Little Fugitive (1953)*

Little Johnny Jet (1953 short)*

Titanic (1953)*

Brigadoon (1954)

La Strada (1954, Italy)

On the Waterfront (1954)

Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954)

Seven Samurai (1954, Japan)

A Star Is Born (1954)

Blackboard Jungle (1955)

It’s Always Fair Weather (1955)

Marty (1955)

Speedy Gonzales (1955 short)

To Catch a Thief (1955)

Around the World in 80 Days (1956)

The Bespoke Overcoat (1956 short)*

Forbidden Planet (1956)

Lust for Life (1956)

Somebody Up There Likes Me (1956)*

The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)

Funny Face (1957)

Gunfight at the O.K. Corral (1957)

12 Angry Men (1957)

The Defiant Ones (1958)

Gigi (1958)

Mon Oncle (1958, France)

The Young Lions (1958)*

Ben-Hur (1959)

South Pacific (1958)

The 400 Blows (1959, France)

North by Northwest (1959)

Inherit the Wind (1960)

Macario (1960, Mexico)*

The Time Machine (1960)

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

The Children’s Hour (1961)*

Judgment at Nuremberg (1961)

Through a Glass Darkly (1961, Sweden)*

West Side Story (1961)

Days of Wine and Roses (1962)

How the West Was Won (1962)

Lawrence of Arabia (1962)

The Longest Day (1962)

The Miracle Worker (1962)

To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962)

Bye Bye Birdie (1963)

Charade (1963)

Cleopatra (1963)

The Leopard (1963, Italy)

Tom Jones (1963)*

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow (1963, Italy)*

A Hard Day’s Night (1964)

Mary Poppins (1964)

My Fair Lady (1964)

The Pink Phink (1964 short)*

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964, France)

Doctor Zhivago (1965)

A Patch of Blue (1965)*

The Sound of Music (1965)

The Battle of Algiers (1966, Algeria)

Fantastic Voyage (1966)

Grand Prix (1966)*

A Man for All Seasons (1966)

The Professionals (1966)

Bonnie and Clyde (1967)

The Dirty Dozen (1967)

Doctor Dolittle (1967)*

In the Heat of the Night (1967)

Two for the Road (1967)*

Bullitt (1968)*

Funny Girl (1968)

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter (1968)*

The Lion in Winter (1968)*

Oliver! (1968)

It’s Tough to Be a Bird (1969 short)*

The Magic Machines (1969 short)*

Marooned (1969)*

Midnight Cowboy (1969)*

The Great White Hope (1970)*

I Girasoli (1970, Italy)*

Investigation of a Citizen Above Suspicion (1970, Italy)*

Patton (1970)

Tora! Tora! Tora! (1970)

Fiddler on the Roof (1971)

The French Connection (1971)

The Last Picture Show (1971)*

The Godfather (1972)

Sounder (1972)

Travels with My Aunt (1972)*

The Day of the Dolphin (1973)*

The Way We Were (1973)*

Blazing Saddles (1974)

Nashville (1975)

Harlan County U.S.A. (1976)

Network (1976)

The Slipper and the Rose (1976)

Taxi Driver (1976)

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

Smokey and the Bandit (1977)

California Suite (1978)*

Superman (1978)

The Black Hole (1979)

The Black Stallion (1979)

Kramer vs. Kramer (1979)

A Little Romance (1979)

Every Child (1979 short)

Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979)

Atlantic City (1980)*

Kagemusha (1980, Japan)

Das Boot (1981, Germany)

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Annie (1982)

Tron (1982)

Victor/Victoria (1982)*

Blue Thunder (1983)*

Amadeus (1984)

Dune (1984)*

The Times of Harvey Milk (1984)

Agnes of God (1985)*

Back to the Future (1985)

Legend (1985)*

My Life as a Dog (1985, Sweden)

Silverado (1985)*

Hoosiers (1986)

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (1986)

Au revoir les enfants (1987, France)

The Last Emperor (1987)

The Princess Bride (1987)

The Untouchables (1987)*

Stand and Deliver (1988)

Willow (1988)*

Do the Right Thing (1989)

For All Mankind (1989)

Glory (1989)

Henry V (1989)

When Harry Met Sally… (1989)*

Dances with Wolves (1990)

Misery (1990)*

Beauty and the Beast (1991)

The Prince of Tides (1991)*

Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991)

Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)

A River Runs Through It (1992)

Toys (1992)*

Unforgiven (1992)

The Age of Innocence (1993)*

Philadelphia (1993)*

The Remains of the Day (1993)

Schindler’s List (1993)

Legends of the Fall (1994)

Three Colors: Red (1994, France/Poland)

Mr. Holland’s Opus (1995)

Hamlet (1996)

Sleepers (1996)*

Star Trek: First Contact (1996)

Children of Heaven (1997, Iran)

Four Days in September (1997, Brazil)*

Titanic (1997)

Saving Private Ryan (1998)

The Sixth Sense (1999)*

South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut (1999)

Toy Story 2 (1999)

Erin Brokovich (2000)*

O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000)*

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001)

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

Monsters Inc. (2001)

Y Tu Mamá También (2001, Mexico)*

Chicago (2002)

Big Fish (2003)*

I, Robot (2004)*

The Phantom of the Opera (2004)

Walk the Line (2005)*

The Danish Poet (2006)*

Little Miss Sunshine (2006)

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006, Mexico)

Persepolis (2007, France/Iran)

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008)*

The Dark Knight (2008)

Frost/Nixon (2008)*

Man on Wire (2008)*

Milk (2008)*

The Reader (2008)*

Slumdog Millionaire (2008)

The Wrestler (2008)*

The Secret in Their Eyes (2009, Argentina)*

Biutiful (2010, Mexico)*

How to Train Your Dragon (2010)

The Artist (2011, France)

Hugo (2011)

A Separation (2011, Iran)

The Act of Killing (2012, Indonesia/Norway/Denmark)*

Frankenweenie (2012)*

Life of Pi (2012)

Lincoln (2012)

Skyfall (2012)

Ida (2013, Poland)

Inside Llewyn Davis (2013)

12 Years a Slave (2013)

American Sniper (2014)

Interstellar (2014)

Song of the Sea (2014)

Creed (2015)

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)

The Revenant (2015)

Spotlight (2015)

We Can’t Live Without Cosmos (2015 short, Russia)

World of Tomorrow (2015 short)

Ennemis intérieurs (2016 short, France)

Fences (2016)

Moonlight (2016)

My Life as a Zucchini (2016, Switzerland)

Pearl (2016 short)

Baby Driver (2017)*

Dunkirk (2017)

Loving Vincent (2017)

The Shape of Water (2017)

At Eternity’s Gate (2018)*

The Ballad of Buster Scruggs (2018)

Cold War (2018, Poland)

Hale County This Morning, This Evening (2018)*

Mary Poppins Returns (2018)

Shoplifters (2018, Japan)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

The eight nominees for Best Picture, including the winner, Green Book (2018)

The fifteen nominees for the short film categories (2018)

#31 Days of Oscar

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theres-a-body-here · 7 months

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The Entity when Macario!reader says they're gonna find a way to escape the realm

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd #macario!reader #the entity #dbd shitpost #shitpost

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iammarylejulei-blog · 5 years

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"Nanking Store" by Macario Tui

This is a brief story that tells about a young boy who visualize and talked about the vivid memories of the couple Linda and Peter. He is only three years old when the couple got married. He was appointed as the one who will jump and romp on the couples pristine matrimonial wedding to ensure that their first-born would be a boy. He was chosen to do the honor because he was robust and fat.

During the first year of the married couple, They were very happy there was much laugher in their house. It was the happy image of couple played in Tua Poy's mind about Peter and Linda for a long time. Tua Poy was six years old when he sensed that there is something had gone wrong with their married. Linda left the Bajada house and move into the upstairs portion of Nanking Store in Santa Ana. The Bajada residence was the wedding gift of Peter's parents to them. Linda choose to live in Santa Ana while Peter stayed in Bajada.

Tuo Poy find out that they can't produce offspring and they blame Linda. It is Linda's problem, she had an appendectomy 2hen she was single and that affected her. Their problem becomes more complicated when the father of Peter was the only sole survivor of the Zhin Family. Peter was the family's only hope to carry on the family name but he remained childless. Peter become different man while Linda lived pretty much like the three stay in sales-girls and the young mestizo driver who cooked their own meals and washed their own clothes.

Members of the community whose opinion mattered began to sympathize with Linda because her in-laws become hostile towards her. Peter had learned to go night spot and the talked began that he was dating a Bisayan bad girl "A bad Woman". It seemed that Peter did not even try to hide his affairs because he would occasionally bring the girl to a very expensive restaurant in Matina. Many of them saw Peter with the woman, as it to lend credence to the rumors.

One day Peter showed a baby boy which he was actually proud of. It was now an open secret that he kept his woman and visited her frequently. Everybody it he community knewh that he had finally produced a son. All people were very happy for Peter and people began to accep Linda's fate. Peter died in a car accident since the tragedy happened to Peter , Linda took her place two rows behind her mother-in-law who completely ignored her. A few weeks after Peter's burial we learned that Linda's mother in law wanted her to out of the Nanking Store.

However a month or two passed and Linda was still in the Nanking Store. In fact Linda was now taking over Peter's work, Peter's mother blame Linda for everything to the point that she never forgive Linda for making Peters the laughing stock of the community, Forcing him into the arms of a Bisayan girls of an unsavory and producing half-breed bastards sons. Then one morning, her mother-in-law herself came in her new flashy Mercedes. According to them Linda ran upstairs to avoid talking to their mother in-law but the older woman followed and started beating her and calling her names, the old woman went wild and flayed at Linda. Linda fought back defensively. Stunned, the older woman retreated, shouting threats at her.

Meanwhile Lindas transformation fascinated the entire community some of the citizens did not approve her actions but many people cheered for her. Linda and her mother-in-law end to had an extreme fight that reached to the point of hiring a lawyer but at the end the in-laws suddenly moved to Manila. After several months the community was shocked by an ultimate horror, Linda was pregnant and the suspected father was only the driver. People had mixed reactions, when she cannot produce a child she was a disgraced and now she finally had a baby she was still disgraced but Linda did not care what others told about her as long as she was finally happy about her present situation. The father of the baby left to visit his parents in the Iligan City while Linda also left the Nanking Store to Cebu to visit her parents along with the driver afterwards. All of this events happened two years ago but Tua Poy still wondered if Linda really gave birth to the child since he did not heard about her from the day she left.

I was expecting from the story is that they were happy family with their childrens yet the story goes differently from my expectation because it went tragic when Peter died and very sad to the part of Linda when Peters mother maltreated her in addition to that Linda and Peter was not meant to be as a couple so sad. The story of Nanking Store is a roller coaster ride which spill a sadness, eagerness and curiousness to a reader.

I like that the story puzzle my mind to think What is really going on. It also gives me lesson on how to do things in bad or in good way. As a person we must not maltreat nor even judge a person from what he/she had yet we let them feel free that they are also existing as a living being which can also feel sadness and happiness. The story also emphasis that loving a person is not permanent it also have it's temporary. If you truly love a person whenever things happen bad or good you must not letting her/him go back yet still hold into the promises of together.

Maryle Julei Telempros, BA307.

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Male survivors with Macario!Reader

A death-touched woodcutter somehow finds their way into the realm of the Entity.

Jeff Johansen

Digs your aesthetic

Everything you wear is black

From your Sombrero to your poncho

Even your boots

He's one of the first survivors to help comfort you when you arrive to the realm

You were so convinced you were in hell and that you deserved it

He assured you this wasn't hell

But that doesn't mean it's far off from it

He helps explain the trials to you

Strangely, you don't really seem to get afraid or nervous

You have a calm, yet exhausted look on your face

Almost like you've accepted your fate

Like you're used to suffering

And that kinda breaks his heart a bit

Jeff's voice wavers slightly as he begins to describe the harrowing trials that await within the Entity's realm. He anticipates the usual signs – the tremor in your voice, the quiver in your breath, perhaps even tears welling up in your eyes. But as he speaks, his words fall upon a strangely tranquil demeanor that you wear, like a well-worn cloak of acceptance.

He watches as you listen intently, your gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the safety of the fire and into the dark of the surrounding forest. There's a haunting calmness in your demeanor. The corners of your lips curl ever so slightly into a sad, resigned smile as if the trials you now face are nothing more than an expected continuation of your suffering.

"Look, I know this ain't easy to take in," Jeff began cautiously, his voice a mixture of sympathy and concern. "Most folks who end up here... they react differently, you know? It's a lot to handle."

Your gaze met his. "listen, I appreciate your concern," you replied, sounding jaded. "But I've lived through my own hell back there. This... this is just another layer to it."

Jeff's brows furrowed in response, his concern deepening. "Hey, nobody should ever get used to this kind of suffering. It ain't right."

A faint, sad smile played on your lips, the weariness evident in your eyes. "Maybe I've just had my fill of suffering elsewhere. Maybe this... this feels like a twisted sort of homecoming."

Jeff's heart clenched at your words, a pang of sympathy striking him. He had seen his fair share of pain, but the resignation in your demeanor was unlike anything he'd encountered among survivors. "Nobody deserves to feel like this is where they belong," he insisted, his voice gentle yet firm.

Jeff's hand found its way to your shoulder, his touch a reassuring anchor in the midst of the unsettling unknown. His fingers curled gently, conveying a message of solidarity and support.

"Hey," his voice was soft, carrying a subtle urgency, "I get that it might seem like hope's a distant memory, but you gotta keep holding onto it. It's what keeps us going, even in this messed up place."

Your eyes met his, a well of emotions swirling beneath the surface. His words were like a lifeline, tugging at something within you that you'd almost forgotten existed.

Steve Harrington

He's kinda put off by your gloomy vibes

Doesn't let it bother him

Tries to make you smile, even during trials

You don't get most of his jokes

But you smile to be polite

He helps teach you how to do generators

You take a while to learn but he's patient with you

He tries his damn hardest to always be near you when you're being chased by the killer

He's ready to take a hit or two

He's a bit impressed when he sees your looping skills

He realizes Feng must have taught you

You still have that eerie look of calmness on your face

He also can't help but overhear you as you speak

you're actually talking to the killer as they chase you

He strained to hear your words over the chaos, a mixture of confusion and curiosity washing over him as he tried to keep up with the pursuit.

"Are they using you like a puppet as well, Demonio?" you murmured, your voice carrying an odd blend of empathy and sorrow.

Steve's brow furrowed in bewilderment. Were you addressing the killer? As in, actually speaking to them while trying to evade their deadly grasp?

His eyes darted between you and the pursuing killer as he followed closely behind. As you gracefully danced through the jungle gym, your words seemed to ripple through the tense air. The killer's movements faltered for a split second, their attention momentarily shifted by your unexpected address.

As the tension escalated, Steve seized the moment of hesitation from the pursuing killer. With swift precision, he slammed a pallet down on their head, stunning them and creating an opening for both of you. Without missing a beat, he gracefully slid over the makeshift barrier, reaching for your hand as he did so. His grip was strong and sure as he tugged you along, guiding you toward the distant exit gate.

Your heart raced as Steve's actions seamlessly orchestrated your escape. The rush of adrenaline combined with the firm grasp of his hand sent a surge of electricity through your veins. You spared a fleeting glance back at the killer as they reel in pain, your voice carrying a whisper of pity, "Perdón"

There's a slight pause

"I hope you find what you're looking for here" Your voice carries genuine concern and condolence.

The killer's stunned expression seemed to flicker with a mix of confusion and something else—an emotion you felt before.

Steve, focused on ensuring your escape, pressed forward without looking back. His grip on your hand was steady, and his determination to get you to safety radiated from him. He didn't address the interaction you had with the killer—his priority was ensuring that both of you made it out of the trial in one piece.

Bill Overbeck

He finds you a bit annoying

He can only deal with somber people for so long

You have a nasty habit of spacing out as you do gens

resulting in blow-ups in your face

Dad mode activated

"Hey Kid, quit spacing out. We have a job to do"

He's stern with you

"Lo lamento"

Immediately teaches you his perks the moment you have free time

He can't have any slackers or deadweight in his trials

"I don't care if you mess up in other trails kid, just don't do it in mine"

That's a lie

He cares about you

In his own "Bill" way

He always gives you orders

You feel compelled to obey

Maybe it's because you've always been inclined to listen to authority figures

And Bill was one hell of an authority figure

You didn't want to earn the ire of the war veteran

Working side by side on a generator, you shared a moment of relative tranquility amidst the chaos. The rhythmic clatter of the machinery seemed to almost lull you to sleep.

Suddenly, the air was pierced by Meg's agonized screams as she was hooked by the merciless killer. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, your muscles tensing involuntarily. Bill, sensing your distress, let out a low, grumbling sigh that carried an undercurrent of empathy. "Easy now, kid," he muttered, his voice steady and calming. "You'll get used to it soon. I promise"

His words were like a steadying hand on your shoulder, coaxing you back from the brink of your own fear. With a determined nod, you took a deep breath and resumed working on the gen.

A plan formed in Bill's weathered features as he turned toward you. "Stay on this generator," he instructed, his tone firm but gentle. "I'm gonna go help Meg."

You nod again, not looking away from the gears and wires as you worked on them.

Just as Bill began to move towards Meg's hook, his parting words caught you off guard. "Good kid, followin' orders." His voice was deep and gravelly.

The words hung in the air, an unexpected sentiment that caught you off guard. Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, your concentration wavered. A jolt of surprise almost led to disaster as you nearly triggered a blowout.

"Mierda," you breathed, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

That old man was gonna be the death of you

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