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My favorite thing about immersive sims is how they drop the player in a massive level, tell them “go here,” and nothing else. How do you get there? Figure it out, numbnuts
#immersive sim#video games#open level design my beloved#if a level lets me scurry up to a 3rd floor balcony and smash the window to gain access. it's a good game#my favorite example of this is lady boyle's party in the first dishonored#my first playthrough i possessed a fish and swam through a waterduct into the basement to gain access to the party#my second playthrough i ended up jumping from a neighboring building's balcony into the party (and smahsed corvo's knees in the process)#third playthrough i just walked through the front door with an invitation lmao
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No Return (NSFW) FT: Sakura Miyawaki
Authors note: Sakura is hot and likes the nerdy stuff I like, but she is also an exceptionally talented idol who deserves all of the best and one of my top biasses. I just didn't know what to write for her until this popped in my head
Part II
I sat down to play Warframe with my friend “FearlessKura98” She was waiting for me despite the time difference. I was a bit early so the typical hour we usually played together was extended.
“Yo kkura what's up.” I greet her in Japanese when I see her name pop up on the voice chat.
“Oh Daigo you're Japanese sounds so good now,” she replies in English. I smiled and replied “So does your English Kkura.” there was silence but I assumed it was just due to Kkura smiling. As you set up you hear a massive crash.
“What was that?” Kkura asked
“I don't know but I'll be right back,” I say to Kkura.
“Daigo be careful,” Kkura responded.
“Will do Kkura,” I say. I get up and walk outside to a very different world than before
3 years later.
I sat on the plane to Tokyo anxiety stricken. A kaiju could attack at any time and the defense force had consistently proven itself to be “unreliable.”
I was going under the code name Juzo to help a recently established Kaiju strike team; that was having trouble with the new batch of EVO kaiju that had been popping up lately. I was unsure of my effectiveness but the chance to visit Japan with no other strings attached was too much of an opportunity to miss so Otrimi and I made the flight. It was a long flight and upon landing both Otrimi and I were certainly restless but hey we got there safely. At the airport, Otrimi and I were picked up by a pretty brunette.
“Hi Juzo San.” the young lady said
“Hello Mrs…”
“Oh call me Sakura.” the young lady said. I nod and we follow her into a nearby car. Otrimi walks over to Sakura who immediately falls for his charms. “Oh, who's a good boy? Sit.” she says as she pets him “his fur is so soft.” she adds as she turns to me
“Hey Juzo-san what's his name?”Sakura asks.
“Otrimi,” I answer
“O-Tri-Mi?” she asked she nods
“You're English is Good,” I say to her.
“Thanks!” she said elated, “my friend I used to play games with helped me,” she added.
“Oh, that's how I learned Japanese,” I reply with a bemused tone as we get into the car. Otrimi took the back. His tail wagging happily. Sakura raised an eyebrow and then switched to her maternal tongue.
“Oh really?” Sakura asks
“Yeah my skills are lackluster but I can somewhat read and write it,” I respond
“Well, you sound good. You have a bit of a Kagoshima dialect like me but whoever taught you did a good job” Sakura says with a smile.
“Thanks” I reply.
As we drove I remembered she said she played Games
“You Sakura. You mentioned you play games what games do you play?”
“Mostly smash bros on my switch and Zelda.”
“Oh, nice. We should play together.” I say. Sakura smiled and replied
“Wow whoever taught had a thick Kagoshima dialect.” sakura affirmed I laughed with her as she began to crack up. We arrived at the facility where the dorms, training center, and rejuvenating springs were. Sakura leads Otrimi and me through the facility. There seemed to be a lot of faces and people working to put an end to the invaders and kaiju threat we faced. Otrimi and I were on edge as we walked through the facility. The intense glare of several faces kinda puts me on edge. Unfortunately, Sakura had to say the following,
“So everyone is excited to meet you,” Sakura said reassuringly as if sending my tension.
“Oh, the dirty side glares made me feel welcome,” I replied sarcastically
“Wait really?” she asked surprised. I nodded and as if on cue a young woman with red hair came up and said
“Sakura who is this?” the girl said in high-defense mode
“Oh this is Juzo he's from the La Brea Institute of Kaiju Studies.” sakura explained
“But why does he look like an invader?” she asked coldly
“Well, being abducted and placed into their evolution vats, then being forced to fight in their flesh pits for 6 months kinda changes you a bit,” I reply. The red hair girl looked down embarrassed when she noticed Otrimi.
“Oh he's so cute.” the redhead said as she bent down to pet my Aragami. Otrimi eased under her touch and then she looked back at me
“My name is Yunjin and Sorry about my rudeness earlier. It's just no one has ever seen the mysterious Juzo before, but hears tales of this mighty Kaiju slayer. I expected you to be older.”
“I'm 26 which feels pretty old,” I reply
Yunjin’s eyes go wide “Oh Sakura chan he's the same age as Dahyun, Jisun, Jiwon, and you.” sakura nods in surprise. Ad Sakura’s tour continues
“So Sakura how did you get into all of this?” I ask curiously
“Well, I was an idol before this.”
“Oh, what kind?”
“K-pop,” Sakura said with a smile
I raised an eyebrow “Oh that's super interesting.” I replied
“Thanks and you?” Sakura
“Oh um well I was an urban photographer,” I answer. Sakura nods intrigued as we continue to make small talk. As we move through the facility a wave of familiar comfort crashes into me as I talk to Sakura. It felt as if I had known her forever.
Eventually, the little tour comes to an end. We arrived at a dorm and Sakura opened it.
“Welcome to your new home for the time being,” she said. I look around
“Get comfortable tomorrow is going to be busy for you tomorrow.” she teased. I nod and Sakura leaves before she can get too far I walk out to her
“Wait Sakura,” I yell.
She turns back to me with eyes full of surprise, she asks “Oh, Juzo what's up?”
“Thanks for helping me out today and picking me up today,” I said.
Sakura smiles bright and says as she waves goodbye “Have a good one, but just one.”
I furrow my eyebrows in recognition because I only know one person who uses that phrase. To confirm my suspicion I follow up with, “ya know that's quite presumptuous of you. What if I want to have a good two or 3?” Sakura turns around with eyes even wider and more surprised.
“Daigo?” was all she questioned. I tilt my head to the left and smile, “You are fearless.” I responded. Kura ran to me and gave me a tight hug.
“It's been so long.” she sighed as she melted into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her
“Yeah, it has,” I respond, and for a moment time stops I am not the Kaiju slayer Juzo but I'm the young man Daigo who loves to play video games with his friends and take funny pictures. I try not to cry but a few tears streak down my face.
I looked down to see Kura was in a similar situation. We smile at each other and I'm just overcome by emotions I tilt her face up and I kiss her. She pushes me back into my room before she breaks the kiss and locks the door.
“I want no distractions,” she said hungrily. Then pushes me onto the bed where she kisses me again. She caresses my face. My arms slide up and down her waste unsure of where to move or how to go.
“Wow you're green,” she teased as she came up for air between kisses.
“In sorry I haven't dated while being in an almost one-man war for the past year and a half.” Sakura chuckled and shook her head
“No like your lines are green. They were dark brown before,” she said laughing to prove her point she moved my hand to her chest and I could see the teal lines over my arms.
“Oh yeah they change colors,” I said embarrassed.
“I like it,” Sakura said as she smiled before bringing me into another kiss. I felt her tongue give an exploratory poke into my mouth she broke this kiss and looked at me. “Tell me everything,” she said as pupils grew to the size of dinner plates as she lifted her shirt. I quickly get the memo and undress. sakura smiles
“So after I last talked to you I walked outside to see the invaders (they refer to themselves as Carnothians) abducting people. I tried to run but was grabbed by one and then everything got muddy until after the evolution pits.” I say as Sakura and I reconnect. My hands caress her perky breasts and she moans. She grinds her sex on mine as our bodies connect for the first time.
“You're bigger than I thought.” Sakura cokes. I groan and reply
“You're so tight.” Sakura giggles as she begins to grind a bit harder. I groan again overwhelmed by all the sensations and emotional build-up. Sakura looks at my eyes with a somber but happy look.
As I thrust in and out of her she said, “I thought you died. I felt so alone. We'd been playing together for 3 years and then you went and disappeared. I never touched Warframe again. I couldn't. the pain was too much to bear.” she said as she went for a particularly deep rut.
“Oh god yes!” she yelled as she ruffled her hair. She threw her head back as she pushed me flat onto the bed. “Squeeze my tits and tell me about the Flesh pits.” she groaned sensually.
I began to remember and my body lurched and not in a good way. Sakura noticed and asked “What's wrong ?” she looked down to see my lines change from a tranquil teal to a chaotic crimson, as my mind flashed back. Before anything else could escalate I lifted Sakura off of me. She tried to stop me but couldn't. Most likely due to the gap in strength. Sakura looks at me confused and a little hurt until she sees the torment in my features.
“I'm sorry I didn't mean to push too hard” Kura exclaimed
I shrug and respond, “It's fine kura. I just…am not ready to talk about it right now.”
“No, I get it. I mean your lines changed. I felt and saw the change.” Sakura reassured me. I smiled and kissed her forehead.
Sakura rolled her eyes, “I didn't take you for the sappy type.”
“Oh, I'm very much the sentimental type.” I fired back and Kura smiled.
“Gosh I missed you, you big dummy,” Kura said with a smile. She nestled to my side to cuddle. I pulled the blanket over us as we lay in the bed together.
“We are going to finish what we started” Sakura muttered
“Deal,” I said Kura turned to face me and kissed my nose. She then moved my hands to her breasts again as she turned around.
“I know you like them” Kura teased
“I mean what straight guy doesn't.” I defend, “You also have a nice butt too” I add. Kura smiles
“Thanks, pervert.” Kura teased
“Nah you started this.” I retaliate as I nestle closer to her. I rest my chin on her right shoulder and she keeps me close. I kiss her cheek as we sit tight together. “This is so weird”
“Why?” Kura asked
“I would've never imagined my gaming pal would be such a beauty,” I answered. Kira smiled then turned to me and we started kissing again.
After an hour of cuddling and kissing my stomach growled. Kura had her tongue down my throat as winning our tug-of-war match. I had been rock hard and waiting for the green light to go to the next step
as she said, “Okay let's try this again.” Kura’s stomach growled. I chuckled
“Okay well let's get food before we defile each other. I joke sakura gives me a toothy grin as she gets up, and for some reason, the way her perfect ass gently sways triggers something in me. Something old something ancient something primal. I got up. Smacked Kura’s perfect ass and slid my cock into her tight snatch.
“Oh yes,” Kura moaned. As rested her hands on my desk. I grabbed Kura’s soft waist and thrust hard and deep. Kura yelped with Joy. “Yes claim this slutty pussy.” she said as I thrust again. By the thrust, she was a moaning mess and she came, but before I could finish there was a knock on the door. Kura and I looked at each other before she raced to my bathroom and handed me my sweatpants and t-shirt. I open the door to see Yunjin waiting patiently.
“Hey, have you seen Sakura? She was supposed to meet me for lunch and never showed,”
I didn't know Sakura’s reputation or the rules of interpersonal relationships here so I employed tactical omissions of details or TOOD for short (patent pending) “I don't know where Kura Chan is right at this moment.” Yunjin eyes me suspicious
“Kura chan?” she asked
“Yeah, Kura Chan.” I affirmed
“You know only one person calls well called her that,” Yunjin said
“Really who?” I asked
“Well, apparently you Daigo.” Yunjin teased
My eyes widened and I told Yunjin to keep it on the hush.
“Don't worry Don't worry your secret is safe with me. (she leans into my room) hey Sakura are we still on for JJK tonight?” Yunjin asked My bathroom opened and Kura gave Yunjin an annoyed look.
“You couldn't let me have this?” she asked annoyed
“Not a chance. For all the times you caught me linking with Tobi it seemed fair to give a little of that back.” Yunjin said
“They were accidents” Kura stated. Yunjin rolled her eyes.
“Bring Daigo and snacks,” she said before leaving. I closed the door and Sakura huffed
“It was 2 times.” she huffed
“Kura it's okay” I reassure her
#kpop fanfic#le sserafim sakura#miyawaki sakura#miyawaki sakura smut#izone smut#le sserafim#le sserafim smut
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Hi! Just wondering, could you possibly do a Sun Wukong x FemReader where both Wukong and the reader play Stardew Valley together but then the reader goes ahead and marries/ starts dating one of the characters in the game?
(WAHHHH I ADORE STARDEW)
Wukong with an S/O who marries someone else in Stardew Valley
OH he gets so jealous, the monkey king is FUMING
Poor Wukong, he was already making his way to crafting the wedding ring for you after he bought the recipe from the traveling cart lady.
“I got something for ya peaches!”
His pixel self was on its way to give it to you when he saw you with one of the characters that you can date in Pelican Town. His excited tone was replaced with silence.
His avatar looked at you, then at them, then back at you, then at them again.
This went on for a few minutes.
“Peaches… What is this?” His voice was heard clearly through your headset, making you stifle a giggle.
“What?” You asked him, not being able to contain your laughter anymore as your voice cracked.
“(Name), I have a wedding ring RIGHT HERE for you, and yet you betray me…” Although his words sound heartbroken, you know this is all in good fun.
To poor salt on his wound, you kissed the game character which made him scream.
“YOU’RE ALREADY ENGAGED?! NOOO!”
He hates to admit it but he is genuinely jealous, of a video game character at that.
The fact his avatar is forced to attend the wedding makes it ten times worse.
OOOOO he mumbles throughout the wedding, “It should’ve been me up there with you… Not like we’re dating or anything…”
Oh and when they move onto the farm, all hell breaks loose.
He’s distraught when you kick him out of the main farmhouse and force him to live in one of the cabins on the farm.
He “tries” to kill them with his galaxy hammer whenever the npc walks through town or through the farmhouse, much to your dismay and somewhat pleasure (you think it’s funny).
He also hits them with explosive ammo and rocks with his slingshot, saying things like “This is what happens when you go after someone else’s partner pal!”
He tries to kick them out of your bed by hitting them more, even though they are an npc and they can’t get hurt.
“GET. OUT. HOMEWRECKER.” He growls as he smashes the buttons on his controller.
Overall throughout your whole playthrough, Wukong is a jealous bitter boyfriend over pixels.
On your next playthrough, he makes you promise to marry him, “Look peaches, all I’m saying is if you want me to not make our farm look like garbage, all ya gotta do is put the ring on!”
He has a shit-eating grin on his face whenever your avatars walk by the npc in your new save.
#ask#lego monkie kid#lmk#lego monkie kid x reader#lmk x reader#lego monkie kid sun wukong x reader#lmk sun wukong x reader#sun wukong x reader#lego monkie kid wukong x reader#lmk wukong x reader#wukong x reader#lego monkie kid monkey king x reader#lmk monkey king x reader#monkey king x reader#monkey king#sun wukong
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Dune crack!au (4)
Irulan: Hey, Feyd.
Feyd: Yes, princess?
Irulan: I’m bored.
Feyd: Do you want to play smash or pass again?
Irulan: Fremen Edition?
Feyd: Atreides.
Irulan: Fine. You go first.
Feyd: Duncan Idaho.
Irulan: Obviously, smash.
Feyd: Same. Now your turn.
Irulan: Lady Jessica? She’s
part of House Atreides, right?
Feyd: To be totally honest with you, she’s a closeted Harkonnen at heart but I’ll pass.
Irulan: Why? She’s very pretty.
Feyd: I don’t like space witches. They’re weird and very mean.
Irulan: Like mother, like son.
Feyd: She’s also my evil creepy uncle’s super secret daughter.
Irulan: *sighs* And our monster mother-in-law.😔
Feyd: Don’t remind me.
Irulan: Fine. Thufir Hawat.
Feyd: Pass. Mentats freak me out.
Irulan: Feyd, babe, I thought you like math?
Feyd: Of course I like meth. I even started selling a ton of meth to some of Chani’s fanatical Fremen friends for a very good price.
Irulan: Let me guess, Stilgar?
Feyd: He’s my business partner.
Irulan: Nevermind. Your turn.
Feyd: Doctor Yueh.
Irulan: Does he still counts as part of House Atreides?
Feyd: He tried to kill my creepy uncle and brother. So I guess, yes?
Irulan: Pass. He was married.
Feyd: Your turn.
Irulan: Duke Leto.
Feyd: NGL, I’ll marry, kiss, and smash that one.
Irulan: But isn’t he like your distant uncle or something?
Feyd: You do know that we’re all related to one another, right?
Irulan: Right. We’re all married to Paul. So let’s play another game.
Feyd: How about we annoy and ruin our husband’s very important, very crucial business meetings again?
Irulan: I wish we could, Feyd, but the last time we did that, Emperor “I’m so special, I’m the Lisan Al Gaib” Paul punished us severely-
Feyd: Severely?! He just forced us to water all of his “sacred” arrakis palm trees for 2 weeks!
Irulan: Well, he’s currently talking to that angry looking Gurney Halleck guy. So-
Feyd: All the better!
Irulan: Better? For you?
Feyd: Gurney Halleck hates me. So I want to ruin his day as well.
Irulan: To be fair, Feyd, Gurney only hates you because you’re a living breathing Harkonnen.
Feyd: No, he hates me because I’m obviously perfect and pretty.😌💅
#dune laundry and taxes universe#dune#dune part 2#dune part two#crack post#crack ship#feypaul#paul x feyd#feyd x paul#paul x irulan#paul x chani#feyd rautha#paul atreides#princess irulan#chani kynes#irulan corrino#stilgar#lady jessica#duncan idaho#leto atreides#feyd becomes concubine no. 2#as written#but chani thinks that feyd and irulan are just the biggest weirdos of the universe#alternate universe#house harkonnen#dune memes#dune incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#crack fic#crack treated seriously
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Nick was a freshman at Brown University and was having a hard time meeting guys on campus. He tried the campus GSA but he wasn't clicking with anyone. A lot of the guys were obvious with their interest in him but none were really his type. He was always falling for the douchey straight guys on campus. Something about the musky pits, backwards hats and simple-minded demeanour always caught his attention. His achilles heel was definitely frat bros. They were the creme of the crop for him, and he wanted nothing more than to turn some of them.
There were these two frat bros in his Chem class that he gazed at when they weren't looking. Their names were Connor and Jack, even though they were only juniors, they were the co-presidents of the Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity.
Connor was the pitcher for the baseball team, and he loved the attention it got him with the ladies. Everyone on the team knew he would leave the after-game parties earlier to take a girl home. Girls loved the contrast of his green eyes and dark brown hair, mixed with the rock hard body he maintained through sports.
Jack, on the other hand, was the captain of the lacrosse team for Brown. The only thing quicker than him on the field was how fast girls dropped dropped their pants for him. Like Connor, he would be drenched in sweat after games and attract a fan to come back to his frat house. The evening would be filled with a girl or two screaming out in pleasure for the whole frat house to hear.
They both had one thing in common that Nick could exploit: they were huge stoners. Connor loved to mix his weed with a little bit of tobacco to give himself more of a head rush. Jack loved variety and would try different strains and was on a quest to find the perfect high.
Alpha Phi Alpha was having a mixer on Saturday night, and Nick thought of the perfect plan to live his fantasy for the night. He was a chemistry major, and was growing a hybrid strain with hypnotic properties derived from a low dose of Nitrous Acid. When consumed at low doses, the chemical could leave users feeling mindless and agreeable.
Saturday night finally arrived and Nick headed to the frat house with a blunt in his back pocket. The house was packed inside and out with the base from the music shaking ground. Everyone was getting smashed and paid Nick any mind.
He headed into the house and headed upstairs to the second floor to search out Connor and Jack. He glanced through open doors only finding guys making out with girls in short skirts and summer dresses. He decided to try the third floor. When he reached the top of the stairs he picked up on the smell of weed coming from the end of the hallway.
He followed the scent to a room with a door cracked open. He pushed it open to find Jack and Connor sitting on a bed taking hits. The room smelled of weed, boat shoes, sweat filled laundry and musk. Jackpot.
Connor looked up at Nick, blowing out a puff of smoke. "Bro, what are you doing here?" Jack looked up quizically, "You lost bro?"
There was no one else in the room and as far as Nick could see, he hit the jackpot. "Was wondering if I could borrow a light? Brought my joint with some good shit. Trying to get faded."
They looked at each other amusingly. Connor replied "Yeah if you're sharing." Jack chimed in "Is it a Sativa?"
"Hybrid. And yeah I'll share, hand me the lighter. It's the best high I've had yet."
Nick grabbed the blunt out of his back pocket and sat on the bed next to them. Jack passed him the lighter and Nick held it up to his mouth but paused. "You know what? You guys take the first hit. Least I could do."
He passed it over to Jack who didn't give it a second thought. He lit the roll and took a deep inhale in.
"Fuuuucccckkkkk" he moaned as the smoke began filling his head. "Dudeeee, you gotta try this shit!" Connor took the blunt from Jack and took a long steady inhale in. Clouding up his mind, he felt his thoughts evaporate into thin air. "Dudddeeeee, this shit is fire. Hits so much harder than tobacco."
Nick was offered the blunt from Connor but insisted they go ahead without him. Their minds were washing away and they didn't find his suggestion suspicious in the least bit. He watched the frat bros pass back and forth. They were loving the mindless feeling it gave them and took deeper and deeper hits. By the time they reached the end of the blunt both guys stared ahead absent-minded, and with a slight smile on each of their faces. There wasn't a conscious thought to have, and they were feeling very giddy. Nick was ready to test his new strain.
"I want you both to follow my every command, and believe in each command as if they were your own personal desires. My commands are your commands. Do you understand?," Nick instructed. "Yes, bro" they replied simultaneously.
"I want you to make out with each other."
Jack and Connor looked into each others eyes lustfully. Connor leaned in and gave Jack a passionate kiss. Jack brought his hand to the back of Connor's neck and returned the kiss, bringing his tongue to meet Connor's. They gave soft grunts of pleasure as they kissed like they couldn't get enough. Jack broke the kiss, "Fuuuuck, bro! You're so fucking hot."
"You're so sexy in that backwards hat, bro" Connor said breathily as they continued to kiss.
Nick was thrilled to see his weed have such a strong effect on them! Now it was time to bring his fantasy to life.
He crossed the room to Jack's laundry basket and took out two jockstraps. He brought the jocks up to his face and took a deep inhale in. So rank and stained with sweat. He looked over at the two stoners, "Now I want you both to take your pants off and put these on. The material will make you ridiculously horny as it rubs against your dicks. I want you both to lay down on the bed and present your holes to me." Nick tossed the jockstraps at the floor. They stood up and slipped out of their jeans.. Nick watched as Jack and Connor bent over to pick up and slip on the jocks.
Connor closed his eyes in ecstasy, "Fuckkk brah, your jock got me bricked dog." He played with the straps of his best friend's jock, snapping them against his ass. Jack slid his on feeling the sweat from playing today's game on his dick. He looked over at Connor and slid his hand over Connor's ass, "Bro, you look hella fine in that. Let's get on my bed."
They chuckled as they both layed down looking back at Nick while he pulled out his dick. He was going to show them what they've been missing after the games. When they eventually came down from their high, they would be laying in Jack's bed cuddling. They wouldn't remember the events from tonight but they will remember where they can get some good dank on campus.
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big sister's
summary ― what happens when your overprotective big sister finds out you're dating and not just that, you're dating the team captain. well shit.
pairing ― sam kerr x arnold!reader
warning/s ― angst, swearing
You let out a puff, as you sat down on the bench next to Katrina. Leaning over to stretch your legs, feeling the tension slowly break away. Training has been hard, Tony ensured we were performing to our absolute best.
Charlotte joined, asking Katrina about Harper. You tried to listen in to the conversation but your attention was quickly stolen before you could contribute anything important. Caitlin was in deep conversation with Sam. You could see Sam’s leg muscles flex as she attempted to stretch her injured calf. You embarrassingly roam your eyes all over her body as she pushes her hips deeper.
A shove stole your attention away - a knowing smirk on Katrina’s lips. Her eyebrows wiggling, Charlotte joined in.
“What’s going on over there little miss?” the older woman teases, giving you another shove.
“Shut up” you puff out, shaking your head as you stood up and turned your back to Sam. That would stop you from stealing any more glances. Grabbing your water bottle, taking a large sip so you could dodge the questions you knew both girls were bursting to ask. You could feel Charlotte wrapping her arm around your neck, bringing her head close to yours - giggles already leaving her lips.
“I don’t know if Mac would approve of this arrangement” The comment gets Katrina to let out a laughing snort; now gaining the attention of Ellie. “What’s happening over here?”
All three of you start to talk over each other, your “Nothing!” the loudest - causing Katrina and Charlotte to burst into giggles once again.
Thankfully before either of them could say anything else, Tony walked in - gaining the attention of everyone in the changing rooms.
“Alright ladies, good job out there today! Make sure to get changed and ready for lunch. We’ll be waiting for you in the cafeteria”. A clap of his hands gets everyone moving again. Katrina, Charlotte and Ellie walk out together, as you start to pack your bag up.
Soon enough you were one of the last to start to leave the room. Your attention fixated on tying your hair up in a bun that you don’t realise arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back into the changing room. Spinning you around, you’re met with brown eyes and a small grin. You let her guide you to a corner of the room, her grin growing bigger.
“I miss you” she confesses, as she pulls you closer to her. Your lips practically touching. You feel her give your hips a slight squeeze, a small shiver running down your spine.
“I’ve been here the whole time” you bite back, a smile playing on your lips as she rolls her eyes at you. Shaking her head, “You know that’s not what I mean”. You almost miss it with how small she sounded, so intimate.
You did know what she meant. Over the past couple of weeks, the two of you hadn’t been able to have a moment to yourselves. Between world cup preparations, and brutal training sessions mixed, with group hangouts, your time with the women in front of you had been limited.
“I know, I miss you too” The confession brings a smile back on Sam’s face, one of her hands moving from your hip to cup your face. Her thumb grazing your lip, her eyes piercing yours - watching your every reaction. The sharp breath you take, only makes her smile wider.
You ultimately stop the chasing game, smashing your lips onto hers, your hands gripping her hips and pushing her body closer to yours. Somehow she manages to deepen the kiss, her hand now cupping the back of your neck to keep you on her lips.
The kiss was your first taste of her in weeks and if you weren’t so desperate you would have blushed at the noises leaving your lips. Sam only seems to take that on with pride, her second hand now gripping your ass. You gasp into her mouth, her taking the opportunity to trace your lower lips with her tongue before she lips it into your mouth.
You had known your girlfriend long before you transferred to Chelsea from West Ham United almost two years ago. While you both had been on the national team together, you had met her back when your big sister and Sam had been teammates back in 2014.
Although there had always been some sort of attraction between the two of you - it wasn’t until you had gotten injured just under a year ago did the pair of you decide to really go for it.
You vividly remember coming into contact with an opposing team member, pain and suddenly you were on the floor. You were walked off the field, Sam trying to follow but ultimately had to finish the game. The final whistle couldn’t have come any faster, Sam rushing towards the medical room to find you still being checked over for any signs of concession they may have missed.
Three stitches later - which Sam had held your hand for - you were given the all-clear to head home. Sam took it upon herself to take you home, checking every few minutes to make sure you weren’t going to collapse on her on the car ride home. It wasn’t until you found yourself covered in blankets (in fresh clothes with help from Sam, because god forbid you somehow hurt yourself getting changed) on your couch, water and food ready for you that she finally started to relax. She made sure to stay close enough to you in case you needed her for anything, her eyes never leaving your face.
You can’t remember if it was before Sam had asked you if you needed anything else or after she offered to stay the night but your lips were on hers. And as they say, it only got better from there.
The two of you broke away from your quick make-out, a giggle leaving your lips as you shake your head. The two of you acting like horny teenagers.
“We should probably head to lunch before people start to notice we aren’t there” Your suggestion creates a groan from your partner, the frown appearing on her face reminds you of your nieces when they get told it's bedtime. Shaking your head, before bringing your lips back to hers for one last peck.
The sound of shoes squeaking against the floor breaks the atmosphere the two of you had created, the two of you breaking apart to find Alanna frickin Kennedy standing there, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. You feel your heart seize up, and it takes you a few seconds to remember how to breathe.
“Holy shit” was enough to leave her lips for you to break out of your shock. Your legs moving fast enough to grab her by the arms - somehow stopping the woman from running back to your sister.
“What the fu-” “-You can’t tell Mac” You cut her off, pleading as she closes her mouth. Looking over your shoulder to Sam before back at you. You can see the confusion on her face.
“Wh-what is - how did this happen?” You couldn’t find yourself saying anything, your mouth gaping but nothing coming out. “Lana-” Sam starts but immediately stops when the defender shoots her head up to look back at her.
“Mackenzie is going to kill you Kerr” The words made your blood run cold. You knew she was right.
Mackenzie Arnold, your big sister. You loved her, but you knew she had a protective streak when it came to you. She had managed to scare off every single person you had attempted to date, and as much as you love her - you wouldn’t let Sam be one of them.
Before you could even begin to beg Alanna to keep her mouth shut, you feel everything around you stopping once again.
“What the hell is going on here?” The sound of your sister’s voice is enough to make you drop your hands from Alanna and spin your body so you were facing her. You swear everyone in the room can hear your heart beating - but you can’t bring yourself to say anything.
Sam goes to say something but Alanna cuts her off “Just grabbing these two - Y/N was talking game plays when I walked in”
Your gaze shoots right back to the blonde next to you, a forced smile on her face but you swear you could kiss her right now. You swear you hear Sam let out a breath as well.
“Well hurry up - I got a plate ready for you Y/N” It’s enough to get you moving away, breaking away from the small crowd that was now in the changing room and following your sister out - not daring to take a glance back at Sam.
You make your way to the cafeteria with Mac, taking a seat next to Caitlin as your sister sat on the other side. A plate is ready for you as promised. You can’t help but note it takes an extra five minutes for Alanna to join you guys at the table, but don’t allow yourself to question it as your sister keeps her arm around you.
The bus eventually comes to pick everyone up, Alanna taking the window seat as you move in next to her. Almost immediately your head is on her shoulder, your eyes struggling to stay open. You miss the way Sam checks you over from her seat, the slight frown as she watches you pass out almost instantly.
You flinch in your sleep, Alanna’s hand coming to cup your cheek and push your head further into her neck - her soothing graze calming you enough for the twitching to stop almost instantly. Sam watched the whole thing, the frown only deepening.
She understood why you wanted to keep the two of you under wraps, she knew how protective Mackenzie was over you - and honestly, she couldn’t blame her. She knew you were just worried about upsetting your sister, but it killed her to have to watch Alanna look after you when she was sitting just three seats down.
A slight nudge wakes you up, your sister smiling down at you as you rub your eyes.
“Wakey wakey sleeping beauty” she grins, you sliding your head back into Lana’s neck and letting out a tired groan. It takes you a few more moments before you slowly start to get up - your body wasn’t obviously ready for it as your knees buckle, Mac grabs you instantly to steady you. “Woah there! Take it easy Y/N”
You feel Lana’s hand hold onto your waist, as she moves you out of the seat and towards your sister - who still had her hand holding your arm. You let the pair slowly guide you out of the bus, your eyes still half closed.
You don’t know how you managed to end up in your room, but the feeling of someone placing you in your bed and putting your blanket over you was enough for you to let sleep take over you once again.
The next time you wake up, it’s by kisses being littered all over your face. A grin appears on your lips as you slowly open your eyes to come face-to-face with Sam.
“Hey baby” she practically whispers, her finger tracing your face, slowly down around your lips, before bringing her face closer to plant a kiss right where her fingers were.
“Hi,” you whisper back, closing your eyes once more and letting out a content sigh. “I like this” you add, you feel Sam vibrate with a laugh, her hand now moving down to your arm.
“I like this too - could lay next to you forever” her voice just a little bit louder this time.
“Hm. that sounds nice”
The door slamming open doesn’t give you two enough time to break apart before your sister comes cruising in - carrying what you can only assume was dinner.
The silence is immediate. Until your sister speaks.
“What the fuck is happening here?” her yelling brings attention to your teammates, Alanna and Caitlin appearing in your room - both their faces frozen at the sight.
“Mac-” you try to start, she shuts you up as she raises her hand. Her gaze pointed directly at your girlfriend now sitting up next to you.
“Huh, what the fuck is this Kerr. Cause it looks like you're trying to fuck my little sister” Sam looks between the two sisters, trying to figure out the best way to calm the situation down. Your sister doesn’t appreciate the silence. “Which wouldn’t be right, because I know you swore you would stay the fuck away from her”
Your gaze breaks from your sister to Sam.
“What?” you know everyone in the room hears the way your voice cracks but you don’t care. You look and wait for Sam to deny it, but the way her eyes refuse to look at you answers your question.
Suddenly you can’t be in the room - you can’t have everyone looking at you. You manage to jump out of bed, but not without your foot getting caught in the sheets. You lose your balance, slamming your hip right into the bedside table. Sam and Mac both jump into action to help you but you flinch away from both their hands.
“Don’t” you manage you spill out, the tears streaming down your face, as you manage to slip through everyone and out into the hallway. The stinging from the bump was blatantly there. You hear your sister's voice but manage to turn the corner before you can make out what she’s saying.
You quickly knock on the first door around the corner, a few seconds later Katrina opens the door with Harper on her hip. Her smile drops when she notices the tears streaming down your face and your hand holding your sore hip. Within an instant, you're inside her room - the door closing behind you.
She guides you to her bed, harper noticing that you were sad as she threw her arms up to be grabbed by you. You let Harper distract you, as Katrina grabs you a glass of water from the bathroom.
“You wanna talk about it?” she asks, handing over the glass - you take a sip before placing the glass down. Something in the way she looked at you just made you spill everything.
You tell her how you started dating Sam after years of having a massive crush on her. How you felt like you couldn’t tell your sister because you were scared you were going to lose Sam if you did. How it didn’t matter because Mac found out anyway and you lost Sam anyway. While in the heat of your breakdown, you let it slip that you always felt that Sam couldn’t love you the way you loved her - and now it was proven. The way she couldn’t even begin to defend herself when your sister spilled that she had told Mac she wouldn’t go for you.
Katrina let you cry out to her, her hand never leaving your back as she soothed you down. She didn’t once stop you or try to cut in and for that you were grateful. Letting everything off your chest to someone, you suddenly felt so much lighter.
Once you feel like you’ve said everything you could, you turn your attention back to Katrina, she gives you a small smile as she tucked some hair behind your ear.
“Can I say what I think?” she asks, all you can do is give her a small nod.
“I think you don’t give yourself or the girls enough credit. Look I know you felt like you had to keep it from Mac because she wouldn’t approve or whatever but I know your sister and I know you. She would do anything for you Y/N. And if that meant being okay with you and Sam she would - because she loves you so so much. And I don’t know what conversation happened between Sam and Mac before but anyone with eyes can see just how much Sam loves you. I'm honestly surprised it took Mac this long to finally see that something was happening between the two of you. Sam looks at you like you hung the sun and the stars, and I promise you that whatever was said in that conversation before has nothing on what Sam feels for you now. Was it shit that this is how it all came out? Yes! But those two girls love you with all their hearts and would do anything to see a smile on your face”.
The tears had managed to start again as she spoke to you, her other hand now rubbing your knee too. “You really think so?” you mumble out, your gaze looking anywhere but at her face.
“I know so. And another thing! You don’t realise just how much those two would do for you. You don’t need to be worrying about losing either of them. And if they did walk away well it's their loss and I promise you the rest of us girls wouldn’t take it lightly.”
You let out a small laugh at the last part - a smile on Katrina’s face as she wipes away the final streaks left for the tears before. She takes Harper out of your lap, who had somehow fallen asleep during your breakdown.
“Now you know you’re always welcome here but I think you need to go talk to your two girls before they both break down this door looking for you”.
You say your thank yous, as you give her one last hug before making your way back to your room. The door is still open but when you walk in you notice that your bed has been made as well as the clothes you had left on the floor are now cleaned up. Sam is sitting on the chair by the small table in the corner of the room. Her lip in between her teeth - a nervous habit.
“Hey,” she croaks out, standing up to wrap her arms around you before stopping herself and bringing them back next to her side.
“Hi,” you mumble back. The silence feels weird between the two of you.
You both go to say something before pausing for the other to continue.
“No, you go,” you both say, causing a small laugh to leave both your lips.
This was going to be okay.
“I love you Y/N. I need you to know that. God, I love you so much it hurts. And I’ve loved you for a long time - longer than I probably should have but I do and I'm not going to apologise for that. Yes, your sister and I had a stupid conversation years ago that I regret but I promise you it wasn’t how I meant it. I just know that when I first saw you all those years ago I knew you were it for me and that was before I knew you were Mac’s younger sister. I’ve loved you since 2014 when you came to training and kicked my ass. I still loved you when I saw you jump in Mac’s arms and thought you two were together and I think I loved you even more when I realised you two were sisters and I still had a chance with you. Your sister had made our whole team promise we wouldn’t try anything on you and I stupidly agreed because I couldn’t understand why you would ever want someone like me. But here we are, and I’m so sorry but I’m not sorry for loving you and I will never feel sorry for that because you’re it for me, Y/N Arnold. You're my game-saving goal, you’re my everything and I will forever be in love with you.”
You don’t know when exactly you both started crying, but the moment she stopped talking you were in her arms - your lips smashed against each other. “God I love you so so much” she mumbles onto your lips as she continues to kiss you.
“I love you so much Sammy, you have no idea. And I'm sorry that I hide you from Mac, I just didn’t want to lose you”
“I know baby. I know. I don’t blame you”
“Bu-but” her hands were combing through your hair, relaxing you - like she knew it did “I’m going to talk to her, and tell her that she’s just going to have to get over it cause I’m not losing you. Not over this”
“You’ll never lose me Y/N. Ever” And sealed it with a kiss.
The two of you ended up in your bed, moments sealed between the two.
It wasn’t until a couple of hours had passed, Sam traced your face with her finger - the bedsheets covering both your bodies, smiles and secret glances shared between the two of you.
“I should probably talk to Mac” you whisper into the atmosphere, her tilting her head to catch a better look at you.
“Do you want me to come with you?” as much as you wanted to say yes, you knew you needed to talk to your sister alone.
“That’s okay - but thank you” you murmur back, pressing one last kiss on your girlfriend's lips, before slipping out from under the sheets and grabbing the first couple of items you could find on the floor and putting them on before making your way towards the door.
“I love you” Sam calls out, as you open the door.
“I love you more” You blow her a kiss, as you close the door and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. Making your way down the hallway felt a lot more daunting than you were hoping. You knew in your head that your sister would love you no matter what, but you still couldn’t help but feel nervous.
You loved Sam, but you love your sister too and you don’t know what you would do without either of them.
You knock quietly on the door, taking a deep breath as the door swings open. Your big sister was rubbing her face, but you knew she hadn’t slept at all. The second she notices it’s you, she straightens up - her hand dropping.
“Mac..” you start, and you already feel the tears coming. It’s enough for your sister as she pulls you into a hug and brings you inside her room. She guides you to her bed, her embrace never leaving you. It was hard for you, the two of you rarely got into fights - even as kids.
You wait for her to say something, too scared to say the wrong thing; as much as you love your sister so was stubborn and you knew this.
“Macca, please” you almost choke out, moving your body so you were now facing her, her hands now resting on your legs.
“How long has this been going on?” Great. Straight to the point. You know there’s no point lying but you suddenly feel guilty telling her the truth.
“Since I had to get the stitches last year” Had it really been that long? Had you really kept this from your sister for that long? She lets out a sharp breath at the confirmation but doesn’t add anything. Your heart breaking.
“Please don’t hate me” The tears had officially started, and Mac’s head shoots up at your ask, her mouth falling open.
“I could never hate you” she chokes out, ripping her arms around you and pulling you into her embrace. Her hand patting your hair down. “I love you too much to even think about ha- that” You grabbed onto her harder as you heard her voice crack as she responded to you.
A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, embracing one another.
“I had always figured something had happened” she mumbled into your hair, before pulling you off her to watch your reaction.
“Wh-What do you mean?”
She let out a small sigh, as she looked up at the ceiling. “Sam called me up just after they had given you the stitches, told me everything that happened and how she was going to take you back home and watch over you. She sounded so worried and I could hear you in the background calling out for her. I tried not to think too much about it because I knew she would look after you, if not for me but for herself”.
You couldn’t help but feel your heart speed just a little faster at this new piece of information.
“She did”
“I know. I never doubted that Y/N. She cares about you. She always has and I know that - but all of this is scary Y/N. You’re my little sister and I just wanted to be able to protect you as much as I could. And I’m sorry that my protectiveness made you feel like you couldn’t tell me about you and Kerr”
You let a smile slip at the sound of your girlfriend’s last name. It was a trait your sister would do to anyone who would try to date you - one of her ways of trying to intimidate them.
“I know Macca, and I love you for being so protective of me - I know I’ll have you in my corner looking out for me but-”
“-But you love Sam, I know. And I know how much she loves you. I think I’ve known for a while, but I guess I just didn’t want to believe it”. She pulls you into another hug, kissing the top of your head. You let her embrace you as you let out a deep breath. You already felt a billion times better knowing Mac was okay with you.
“Are you mad at Sam?” you hear the sigh before you feel her shake her head.
“No, I’m not”
The seconds her words made sense in your brain, you somehow managed to pull her even closer to you, squealing as you thanked her over and over again. It wasn’t for a couple more seconds before you pulled away - a small grin appeared on your face. Your sister already knew this meant trouble.
“So you’re okay with…” you trail off, waiting for her to finish your sentence. She gives you a look as your smile breaks even wider, before nodding her head.
“Yes, I’m okay with you two” You let out a giggle as you grabbed her face and planted a kiss on her forehead - making sure to make an outrageous kissy noise with it. “I love you. I love you. I love you” you repeat over and over again as you keep kissing her head.
“Yes, Yes! I know! Now go back to your girlfriend before she comes here and I have to deal with watching you two do god knows what”
That’s all you needed to hear as you broke away from your sister and made your way back to your room - where you knew your girlfriend waited for you.
And you couldn’t wait.
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Max being worried out of his mind when he finds out that you, Finn and Julia get into a car accident
Cw: reader and kids' are involved in a car accident, mentions hospital/emergency room visit
"Max, could you come here for a second, please?", Hannah called him softly yet assertively, not wanting to alarm him already but needing him to understand that he had to politely excuse himself from the conversation he was having with one of the sponsors.
"What's up?", he asked as she pulled him into one of the rooms, closing the door and letting him sit down.
"On their way to the track, the car Y/N was driving in with the kids had an accident", she began and Max got up immediately, "hey! Look at me!", she called as he was already feeling and thinking about a million different things, "the three of them are fine, I think Y/N has a little cut on her forehead, but nothing too serious. They're still at the hospital for a few final exams, but everything is good. Did you hear me?", she sterned.
"Can I go there? Can someone drive me there, please?", he asked. He knew he was in no shape to drive himself there, and while yes, he had his duties, Free Practice could easily be sorted out by somebody else and, quite frankly, he didn't care much for it. Right now, he wanted to see his wife and kids.
"Mark said he would, I'll speak to the rest of the team. And Max?", she called him again before she let him go, "they're all fine, okay? Do not bombard anyone or anything, take a few deep breaths, please", she asked as he looked at her blankly, "I said to take deep breaths!", she urged. Having known him for years and being one of the few people on the team who had a hand on him, the choice of having her tell him wasn't taken lightly nor uninformed.
The car ride to the hospital was quiet as Max kept tapping his foot, "do you know anything else?", he said once he picked up Hannah's phone call, "they're waiting for results from Julia's exams, but otherwise they seem fine. Also, Y/N's phone is unavailable because it got caught in the crash, that's why we couldn't get hold of her", she informed.
The crash. You and the kids had been in a car accident that caused a crash, and he couldn't wait to see you with his very own eyes. He trusted the people informing the team and then him, but still, he needed to see the three of you. To feel the three of you in his arms, and to shield you and keep you safe.
Mark said he'd park the car while Max headed to the front desk, asking the lady where he could see you. Because there hadn't been big injuries, you and the kids were in a room, you sitting on the chair as the kids sat on the bed, playing with a board game one of the nurses got for them from the peds floor.
You heard a knock on the door, letting whoever knocked come in, "hey", he sighed as he saw you with his own eyes. Going up to the kids and kissing the top of their heads, he checked how they were feeling, "hey, are you guys okay?", he asked, seeing a little bruise already forming on Finn's arm.
"It was a little bit scary, and my arm hurts, but we are okay", Finn said, looking up at him as Julia nodded, "my tummy hurts a little, and the doctor took some pictures of me, he said I had to lie very still and he told me I did really well", she smiled.
Max sat next to you in the big chair, looking at the small cut, already stitched up, on your forehead, "the car came out of nowhere. The light turned green, the car in front of me went and I went right after. Next thing I know, the car is being hit by another on the side", you told him, "I wasn't going too fast because I had just started and he wasn't either, but the impact was strong enough for bumps and bruises. Finn has some bruises, we are waiting for Julia's scans to make sure there's nothing wrong internally. And I have some bruises too, also had to have stitches here", you pointed, "the window smashed and some shards nicked the skin. The car is also in very bad shape. I'm sorry", you gulped, looking at your husband.
Kissing your forehead and being mindful of the cut, Max shook his head, "I don't care about the car. Sure, it's a rental and there are responsibilities, but we'll cover what needs to be covered on our end. All that matters is that you are all okay. I was so scared when Hannah told me what happened", he admitted, rubbing your hands.
"I'm sorry, but I have the results for Julia's scans", the doctor walked in, shaking Max's hand in greeting, "there's nothing worrying about them, so you're good to be discharged", he said before coming back with the papers.
"It's lots of rest for you guys, then", Max breathed out, "fortunately, nothing too bad happened and you're all okay, that's what matters".
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blurb of celebrating with jj after the win!!!!
GO BLUE 💙〽️
Hail to the Victors|| JJ McCarthy x reader
• pairing: JJ McCarthy x reader
• summary: celebrating the rose bowl win with jj
• warnings: some language & lots of fluff
“JJ!” you yelled as you ran in the direction of your boyfriend. He was finishing up an interview with his head coach and Blake Corum tagging along beside him.
You, JJ’s family, and a few of his good friends that traveled with you from Michigan, stormed the field with other families of the team after Michigan defeated Alabama 27-20 in overtime. Michigan had just won the Rose Bowl. Their first Rose Bowl victory since 1998.
All of the Michigan fans in attendance along with the football team were ecstatic.
You ran up to JJ, both of you grinning widely as you ran straight into his waiting arms. You squealed happily as JJ twirled you around.
“We fucking won! We did it baby!” JJ yelled as he looked into your eyes. His beautiful blues sparkled with excitement as he grinned. “You did it J!” you yelled back with this just as much excitement as your boyfriend.
You put your hands on his cheeks and smashed your lips against his. The two of you kissed passionately on the field, feeling like you were the only ones in the world right now as you were showered in maize and blue confetti. JJ pulled away from you and set you back down on the ground. He pulled you into his side, which you immediately melted into. You weren’t even paying attention to the smell of sweat filling your nostrils as you wrapped your arms around JJ and pressed your cheek to the side of his jersey clad chest.
You were just so happy to be celebrating this big win with JJ. JJ, who’s been the best leader for this team. JJ, who has constantly been fighting through adversity (especially this season). JJ, who no matter how bad of a practice or game he had, never put the blame on anyone else. This team and JJ deserved this win.
JJ pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “I love you so much.” You looked up at your boyfriend, your giddy smile still matching his. “I love you more JJ. I’m so proud of you, babe. You deserve this more than anyone else.”
JJ squeezed you gently, a light blush appearing on his cheeks at your words. You always knew how to get him flustered.
The rest of JJ’s family approached the two of you, congratulating him on his big victory. As they congratulated him, JJ’s hold on you never loosened or faltered once. After his parents gave him a hug, Blake a slipped a rose into his mouth. The sight of the rose in his mouth made butterflies swarm in your belly.
Who knew something so simple could be so hot…
You pulled away from JJ and snapped a picture of him with the rose. This was definitely going to be your home screen.
You chuckled as JJ posed for more pictures with the rose. Once all the pictures had been taken, JJ scooped you back up into his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours as his soft blue eyes looked into yours.
“I love you Y/n. Thank you for always supporting me every step of the way.” he said wholeheartedly as he nuzzled his nose with yours, “Through the good and bad.”
You smiled sweetly at JJ, “I’ll always be your biggest supporter baby. Always,” you nuzzled your nose against his this time, “I love you.”
JJ placed a kiss on your lips before he pulled away from you and placed you back on the turf. A playful smirk was pulling at his lips as he looked down at you.
“You know, if we win the championship I think I may just have to marry you.”
“I think you may just have to go win that natty then, McCarthy.”
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hi loves!!
my first time working for jj! oh how i love this man<3 i’ll always have a soft spot for him.
i hope you all enjoy this! i had to include that rose pic bc OMG i was going feral😩 anyways! posting this from the airport, see yall in a few hours. thank you for all the love and support🤍🤍
#jj mccarthy#jj mccarthy imagines#jj mccarthy x y/n#jj mccarthy x reader#jj mccarthy blurbs#umich football#blurb night!
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hi guys here’s some more headcannons for Lars (btw i’m doing these literally right before my exam🥲)
like i said last time, these are my headcannons, they may not be yours…
Lars loves ice cream. Even though he may deny it, he has a massive sweet tooth. You most definitely can bribe him with sweets.
Lars is a cat person. Sorry guys, had to say it. It’s not that he hates dogs, he just thinks it’s easier to take care of cats, plus they’re super goofy. He would probably own a black cat or a calico. Lars would so spoil his cat as much as possible, you think it’s a little unfair.
Lars’ favorite genre of books is dystopian fiction. Something about robots and future make him excited. He really likes the book Brave New World.
Lars takes you on a date every week. That’s how his momma raised him. He may not be from America, but he sure knows how to treat a lady. He really enjoys going to the movies or the beach with you. He thinks you’re so beautiful when the salty air blows your hair softly around you. Lars loves the smell of the sea and thinks that he would definitely propose to you on the beach.
He is super good at video games. Not like the Last of Us or Call of Duty, I mean like Centipede and Donkey Kong. It’s what he grew up playing, so expect him to be insanely good. Also don’t play him in Super Smash Ultimate, he would shit on you fr.
Lars hates when you talk to someone on the phone when he’s with you. He likes being the center of attention when he’s with you. He also thinks it’s super rude because you’re spending time with him. Unless it’s your mom, then he completely understands and gives you some slack.
His favorite comedian is Bo Burnham. More importantly, he likes the music Bo creates. It makes him literally giggle when he listens to it. You think it’s a little weird, but you’re glad he’s actually enjoying something.
Whenever you’ve been at the lab for a few days, Lars always makes you a bath before you come home so you can have some alone time. Probably the nicest thing he’ll do for you, but it definitely shows that he loves you so much.
Lars doesn’t like the heat. He’d rather be in the cold where he can wear multiple layers instead of sweating to death. Poor dude was stuck with that most of his life, so he loved it when he moved to New York.
Mr. Nerd geeks out when someone talks about Ghost Corps in a good way. He’ll yap on and on forever about it if you let him. Sometimes you’ll have to drag him away from the poor soul who struck up a conversation with him.
He has a photo album like the ‘Our Adventure Book’ from Up, which contains photos of you and him together. He looks at it whenever he feels sad or needs motivation.
He has a system of marks for when you looks especially attractive to him. Normally they’re color coded for the color you wear and have a specific shape for what kind of outfit it is.
Surprisingly, Lars’ love language is gift giving. He loves giving you little trinkets that you’ve mentioned you liked. It’s the cutest thing ever. It shows he pays attention to you.
Lars loves it when you wear his glasses. He thinks you look like a nerd and it makes you 10x cuter. If you’re in the lab and you steal them off him, he won’t take them back until you give them to him.
um sorry if these are a little short, i’ll definitely make more in the future
#ghostbusters#ghostbusters frozen empire#lars pinfield#ghostbusters x reader#lars pinfield x reader#lars pinfield x you#james acaster
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Trans Novelist Writes Novels
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Damijon headcanon: Dami doesn't flirt, he COURTS.
•We tend to forgot WHERE and HOW Damian was raised. He just doesn't get the concept "Highschool sweetheart". when he first mentioned that, they were at a gala.
"-Im not interested on playdates, that's a waste of time.-" and they nodded because that's SOOO him, but then... "-If someone is interested on my being and dare to ask for my hand, I expect them to be ready for marriage. If not, then is just to be mean a ephemeral game that I won't even bother to remember, they shouldn't either."
Unnecessary to say that reporters we're so fucking excited with that response, so much that they didn't notice Dick Grayson hanging from a chandelier.
• and yes, he had a girlfriend before, even shared some kisses with other ladies and acted like a gentleman for them, but the truth is: he didn't take them seriously.
• Dami was ready for living alone and single, that's not the big deal, but Jon appeared again, and things started to get weird... in an amusing and warming way. Jon was now a mature good looking man, strong and good-natured as always. The little naive and childish boy was gone, and now was a man; a man worthy of his attention, in any areas.
• Without saying ANYTHING about his feels, he started to court Jon in the way he learned was appropriate, the problem is: Jon Kent is not a lady.
AND IS NEITHER SINGLE.
• Flowers, luxurious gifts and expensive jewelry. People started to suspect if Jon became some type of sugar baby for Damian, but when is questioned, Jon unsuspecting, answer "I don't know, rich people are weird"
• yes, people, Damian does HOLD the doors open for Jon, while ignoring the people behind, usually ending on them smashing their faces with the door.
• They rarely travel on cars, but when they do, Dami open the door for him; the bats are BEWILDERED by that.
• Needless to say that Jay DOES want to beat the shit out of him. (I don't blame him, if a sort of Arabic prince- heir of one of the biggest fortune in the world- a fucking Robin is trying to conquer MY boyfriend, I would love to beat the shit out of him too.)
Even if he's mad at him, don't see the point on competing with a child, because after all he's not even 15.
• Everyone knows that this boy is weird in SOOO many ways, but waiting 4 years until the object of your courtship is legally able to touch you, is little to much... even for Superman, who lost his virginity in his late twenties.
• Clark never say anything about that matter, first because he doesn't want to feed rumors, and second..
Because if he ADMIT that he would be okay with Damian marrying his son, Batman will KILL HIM.
•Even if he is worried about the future that Damian and Jon hold as best friends or partners, he can't denied that Damian devotion to Jon is cute.
Sorry but Clark is a hopeless romantic who loves his wife DEEPLY
(and he doesn't like Jay at all, he doesn't knows him as much he would like, neither is happy with the amount of info about his son that is on internet now thanks to jay's activism... but this ray of sunshine don't talk about that because, wHAT IF HE IS BEING HOMOPHOBIC OR SOMETHING?? Don't want to stress his boy with that.)
• after the SHOW Damian Wayne gave at that gala talking about his expectations on a partner and the PROPER way of courtship, the rumors about the younger Wayne being a heartbreaker like his father were over. NOW, they love to talk about how amazing and romantic Damian would be as a boyfriend.
When in an interview, a reporter mentioned Tim Drake-Wayne the titular "The teens dream: A prince like Damian Wayne. His thoughts about dating and how court a lady" he dissociated for 1 whole minute.
• the worst-best come now. Still hanging from that titular a journalist did DARE to ask about PRE-MARITAL SEX. (yes, Bruce demanded that journalist, yes, Bruce won.)
"- Isn't obvious? I'm against it, at least for myself. I don't find shame on waiting the proper person to lost your virginity with... even if I fall in love with SOMEONE who isn't virgin anymore, I'll wait anyway."
And yes, that was a hint for Jon. Jon didn't get it, but the press did.
It was funny how teen boys were so spiteful towards him and how teen girls were so delighted. Damian set the bar so high for Gotham boys.
• even with all the gifts and flowers and food, Jon is the ONLY ONE who don't notice. His mother did, his father did, Batman, Redhood, RedRobin and Nightwing DID, even StARFIRE AND THAT'S A LOT. a night after a mission she just said "Correct me if I'm wrong... but the little Robin is courting Superman according his culture standards, isn't?" And the whole Bat Boys just stared.
"That's adorable... a little gentleman!"
• They usually cuddle. It was hard for Jon getting used to it after YEARS gone, but Damian was weirdly okay with it, even pleased Jon can say.
But there was something unsettling. He don't cuddle him as before, instead he do it in a way that makes Jon feel incredibly conscious about himself, but safe anyway.
Damian does it on purpose, holding Jon head close to his chest when they are on the couch, caressing the side of Jon's jaw and lightly touching his temple.
If Jon is being lucky and Damian too tired, he will press his nose against his curls and close his eyes, answering anything with a lazy "mmh"
• Bruce is worried. He's not Clark, he's not tHAT optimistic. He knows his son and how unhinged and dangerous he can be, and see this said devotion as a time bomb. What if Jon is not that good??? Or Damian manage to CONQUER the teen's heart and decide to guide him into a darker path???? Jon probed that he can DIE for him in most of one occasion, Damian is starting to act the same and is unsettling.
Sorry if isn't readable, my mother language is Spanish and i learned English from comics, translator and weirdly poetic AO3 p0rn. If you're that kind, please point out my mistakes or care to give me an advice so I can better my grammar, ty so much!!!!
#damijon headcanon#damian wayne#damijon#jon kent#superman#jonathan kent#damian al ghul#headcanon#dc robin#dc comics#dc headcanon#jondami#jondami headcanon
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Collision Madness ( Mapi Leon x Reader )
Warnings: ⚠️mentions of blood, swearing, slight smut implication, teeny bit of playful grop!ng⚠️
A/N: this is my first ever fic! I hope you enjoy it :)
Prompt: In which Mapi and the reader are secretly dating, and both play for Barcelona. During a game against Real Madrid, the reader gets into a nasty collision with the goal post after being pushed into it during a corner. Mapi gets extremely protective and angry, earning herself a red card.
"Earth to y/n!" The barcelona captain says to her star striker, waving her hand in front of y/n’s face. The canadian stays zoned out, watching closely one of the two doors in the locker room. The one she was staring at intensely being the door leading to the medical examiner’s room.
"Y/n…" a certain tattooed blonde says gently, placing her hand on the younger girls back. This grabs the girls attention, making her neck snap towards Mapi. "Hmm? Shit. I’m sorry, I just- I feel weird." Y/n admits to her team, who share worried glances. "Pre game nerves are normal y/l/n, but it’s just a regular season game. We’ve got this ladies." Alexia says, thinking little of the strikers strange mood. "Yeah. You’re right. Let’s go get 'em, eh?" Y/n says, standing up and trying to shake off her un easy feeling.
Her canadian accent had slipped out unknowingly, the accent Mapi secretly loved so much. "Let’s get them!" Lucy echoed. The girls all cheered and started to leave the changing room. However y/n hung back, and Mapi, who had noticed the lack of her girl beside her, doubled back and walked back into the changing room. "You don’t look too god, mi amor." Mapi said, whispering the pet name too make sure nobody over heard. "That’s not too nice, León. I’ll show you just how good I look when we’re out on that field. And if you’re good, maybe tonight?" Y/n said, fake confidence pouring out of her.
Mapi blushed furiously at the younger girls comment, willing herself to be good. Y/n’s fake courage had managed to trick Mapi, because all the number four defender had on her mind now, was the night to come. While the striker, wearing the number 29, felt as though something was about to go horrifically wrong.
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"Keira!" Y/n yelled out to the midfielder, finding herself perfectly placed in the box with only a defender and the Real Madrid keeper around her. The lioness looked up, and sent a wonder ball towards her striker. Y/n jumped, hoping to get a head on it, but the defender flicked it away, and out for a corner.
"Maudit!" Y/n sweared in french, the Canadian pouring out of her for the second time today. "No sweat y/n/n," Alexia said, tapping her on the back. "Let’s get this one in!" The captain added. Y/n positioned herself in front of the keeper, doing her job as a striker. Just as she saw Keira kick the ball, she felt a pair of gloved hands on her back, pushing her forward. Hard.
Everything happened quickly, first the sensation of hands on her back, then the feeling of her head smashing against the white goal post. She felt her body hit the ground, then the warm, thick blood, falling down her face, getting caught in her hair, on her eyelashes, clouding the vision in her right eye. It didn’t cloud her hearing though, and what she could hear was loud, angry insults being screamed. Coming from the one and only, María Pilar León.
Y/n felt tears pool in her eyes, hearing the more calming voice of Lucy Bronze, Ingrid Engen, Keira Walsh, and Alexia Putellas in her ear. She couldn’t help it. Her whole life she’s hated blood, and in this moment, it felt as though it was all over her, and all she wanted was her girlfriend, but Mapi was too busy yelling to even check on y/n. "Get it off, get it off." Y/n moaned in pain. "Shh shh, it’s okay. The medics are here." Alexia said gently, seemingly ushering people away from the bloody striker. "I want Maps, tell her to stop or she’ll get sent off." Y/n groaned, feeling the pressure of a towel on her cut.
Alexia looked over, only to see the ref pull out a red, and the look of anger on Mapi’s face turning into realization that she had just got sent off the field instead of going to go see her injured girlfriend who was lying on the floor, tears and blood coating her face. "It’s too late for that…" Ale said, turning her attention back to y/n. "What? God she’s so stupid, Lex." Y/n said angrily, rolling her eyes as more tears streamed out of them. "She just loves you." Alexia said gently. "She’s my girlfriend. She should have come seen me."
It had just slipped out. Mapi and y/n had only been dating for six months, and they weren’t ready to tell anyone. They both agreed on that. But in y/n’s dazed and pained state, the words had slipped out. However Alexia had no time to question the use of y/n’s words because soon enough, the medics had finished to wrap her head in gauze, and the canadian striker was being lifted to her feet by the medical team. Camp Nou roared with applause for their beloved number 29. But y/n had eyes only for the blonde defender that had just disappeared into the tunnel.
Y/n got pats on the back from both her team, and the Real Madrid girls, even getting a few apologies from them, trying to excuse their keeper. But she didn’t care, she just wanted to be with Mapi. Somehow, she wanted to comfort her girlfriend, even though the world was spinning and her jersey was crimson with blood, Mapi León was forever the only thing on y/n y/l/n’s mind.
When the striker was off the field, Jonatan came over to her. "Their keeper is mad, she only got a yellow for that? You could have been knocked out clean." He said, eyeing Misa angrily. "Mhm." Y/n said simply, looking towards the tunnel. Jonatan then adresses the medics. "You’ll do a concussion check?" He asked. The medics responded that yes, they would, but y/n had long forgotten them, and was instead heading towards the tunnel. "Will you guys give me 10 minutes? I need to talk to María" Y/n said. Jonatan and the medics nodded, and the canadian international hurriedly headed towards the changing rooms.
"Maps?" Y/n said tentatively, pushing open the door gently. Surely enough. Mapi was sitting at her cubby, her head between her hands. But at the sight of her girlfriend, the defender jumped to her feet. At first Mapi looked mad, as though she was about to start yelling again. But then her eyes welled up and she rushed towards y/n.
Mapi and y/n’s lips locked. The defenders hands roaming all over her girlfriends body. Suddenly, y/n felt overjoyed that she had asked the medical team for ten minutes alone with Mapi. But as y/n slipped her hands under her girlfriends shirt, moaning slightly at the feeling of her toned abs, Mapi pulled away. "Baby…" Y/n whimpered.
"I want too. A lot. But not right now. I need to apologize." Mapi started saying. "I don’t want you to apologize, I want you to kiss me. Look at me-" Y/n said, pointing to her bandaged forehead. "-Kiss it better?"
"Yes. But no. I should have gone straight to you mi amor. But I got scared, I saw you like that on the grass and it was like an alarm went off in my brain and suddenly I was on defence mode and- and I’m sorry." Mapi ranted. "I don’t want to loose you."
"Hey, hey don’t talk about loosing me. I’m right here." Y/n said, grabbing the spaniards hand and placing it over her heart. "I’m not going anywhere."
Mapi and y/n shared the moment for a couple seconds, before the defenders hand slipped down and squeezed her breast lightly. "Mapi!" Y/n laughed, pressing her body against the blonde and kissing her quickly. "I need to get checked by the medics. Oh and, by the way, i accidentally told Ale you’re my girlfriend. I love you! Bye!"
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Hello! I love your Moonknight stuff! Can I request Miguel O'Hara being the single hot dad that single hot mom!reader has taken a liking to?
Ohhh thank you anon <3 and of course!
Miguel O'Hara + the single mom:
I can picture two possible scenarios where you met: Gabriela's schoolwhere your kid is (and very likely are in the same classroom) or at the local kids soccer club.
Either way Miguel sees you when he comes to pick Gabriela. You're waiting for your kid and oh my goodness, such a stunning lady we have here: comfort but classy clothes, nice hair, a bright smile of pride and probably something in your handsto give to your child as a little gift since they love surprises.
Miguel is everything but shy. He approaches -impossible not to notice im, he's probably the hottest and most wanted dad in the place -and casually asks something like "Which one's yours?" pointing at the crowd of tiny people.
You're in heaven, the handsome single dad everyone notices both by his dashing looks and his devotional love for his daughter is talking to you! But perhaps you don't know he's feeling the same when you answer.
Let's think your kid and Gabriela are in a comfronting position (maybe a school contest or soccer game). Miguel is pretty competitive and enjoys cheering on his baby without shame or hesitation. But don't think this may damage the friendship you're building, at the end he invites both you and your kid for some ice cream because "kids must learn kindness over hostility".
"Papá you told me I must smash everyone..." says Gabriela and a smiling Miguel just mutters "Orita no mija" ("Not now, sweetheart").
Suddenly, two only children have become something similar to honorary siblings. Their parents love going out with them to diferent places, and when you and Miguel think they're not watching, Gabriela and your child discuss when will you get married and, most important, the distribution of their shared bedroom.
#spiderman 2099#spiderman 2099 x reader#spiderman 2099 headcanon#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara headcanon#miguel o'hara x reader#gabriela o'hara#fluff
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On Watching the Man you Love, Love Someone Else
Fandom: My Hero Academia,
Warnings: Period-esque, Angst, The Bastardisation of a Longer Piece I'll Never Finish.
Word Count: 4k.
Summary: Set to pull the job of a lifetime, Sero's band of wayward thieves are left short when Camie runs off. But could her leaving be the catalyst for more than just a new plan?
A/N: It genuinely hurts a little to let this piece go. I worked on the idea for a while, and really did fall a little in love with this Reader, but ultimately the idea just wasn’t meant to be finished in a word count I could commit to. This piece has so much potential, I’m just not enough of a writer to properly do it justice… I’ve tweaked some pieces, the conversation that occurs with Sero at the end was originally supposed to take place between Reader and Cammie for example - but this is as cohesive as I could get it. Anyway… I hope at least someone enjoys this…
'Gone.'
A chair hits the floor, wood creaking as the legs snap and splinter.
'Fucking gone.' Sweeping an arm across a table, Sero sees the end to a bottle of wine and two half-full glasses. They smash and paint the floor red. 'Fucking – fuck!'
'With all due respect...' Standing in the doorway to the office, Shinso ducks a rogue paper weight as it's hefted at his head. It cracks against the brick behind him before dropping to the floor and rolls until his boot comes down on it. '… It was just a matter of time before she took off again.'
Sero's head snaps up from where he's hunched over his desk. His arms are shaking, hands marked and scratched from his tantrum as he forces out a breath through gritted teeth. 'Don't patronise me right now.'
'Is it patronising to just state a fact?' Shinso arches an eyebrow.
Sucking a long breath up through his nose, Sero inhales until his lungs begin to burn. 'I'll bury a stiletto in your skull.'
'You're not quick enough.'
'I'll -.'
'Stop threatening me, when we both know you're just upset that you've proven to be too uninteresting to entertain your lady-love again.' Bending at the hip, Shinso snatches the paper weight from under his foot and tosses the stone in his hand. With an amused boredom, he slips a small pocket knife from the rim of his boot and begins to scratch. 'What did she take this time?'
'Her shares of the last score, half the dried meat, the last mill-seed loaf, two of the expensive dresses and the...' Biting the inside of his cheeks, Sero's eyes drop to the floor. 'She took the Todoroki.'
A laugh bursts from Shinso's chest. 'Good fuckin' riddance.'
'I liked that painting.' Sero growls. 'Almost lost my fucking head stealing it too.'
'Oh, I remember...' Biting down his smile, Shinso licks at his lips and clears his throat. 'Worry not brother, we still have a game ahead.' He snickers. 'Maybe we'll be able to snatch you another.'
Sero seethes, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he grinds his teeth until he feels the molars catch. 'The game's pretty much fucked now that Camie's taken off again.'
'No.' Shinso shakes his head. 'I know it's hard for you to think beyond yourself sometimes, but there's more than just one woman in this piss-poor little gang of ours capable of playing a darling Duke's daughter.'
Setting himself back down in his chair, Sero sighs. He digs a knuckle into his eye. 'Make sure she's ready for the first touch tomorrow morning. I don't want us to spend any longer on this than we have to.'
With mock decency, Shinso folds himself over in a low bow before standing and stretching out his shoulders. 'Certainly... Now, I'll leave you to your moping, my Lord. Feel free not to trouble us while you're constitution has you acting so pathetic.' A wide grin takes his lip, but before Sero can think of rising from his chair in another fit of anger, Shinso tosses the paper weight straight at his head. 'Catch.'
Snatching the stone from the air, Sero flips it over in his palm exposing the rough outline of a broken heart and a crude crying stick figure on his knees beside it. He's too slow as he hefts it back at the now closed door of his office.
Shinso's footsteps retreat, echoing around the cold stone of the corridor beyond; his low laughter following close on his heels.
Sero slams a fist on his desk. 'Fucking bastard!'
'The Queen of Thieves has -.' Kirishima wobbles as he descends the stairs into the kitchen, you in his arms, with only Tetsutestu's hand on the broad of his shoulders to stop him from toppling over.
'For the love of -.' Bakugo hisses. Spinning around from his post in front of the stove, he digs a fist into his hip and glowers. 'Keep it down.'
Tipping you out of his arms, Kirishima slinks toward Bakugo. His head dips, cheeks glowing soft as he slips his arms around the smaller man and plants a kiss on his cheek. 'Sorry, baby...'
'He might be sorry...' Skipping up to the large, oak dining table set central in the room you unhook a large, bulging coin purse from your shoulder and empty it out onto the table. Coins of gold and silver clatter onto the wood, flowing from the bag until the entire surface of the table shines. '… But, I'm not. We're celebrating.'
Bakugo's eyebrows dip. 'You ran a score.'
'We did.' You beam. 'Stole a bunch of machine parts from Ingenium's.'
'Ingenium's is protected by the League.' Venom drips into Bakugo's voice, his teeth grinding as he levels a spoon with your head. He's about to shout, the vein in his temple already bulging, but before he manages to bark, you're grinning.
'And -' You lift a palm to stop him. 'When poor little Tenya wakes up in the morning and discovers that his four gold pieces a week to the League hasn't stopped his precious shop from being turned over, he's going to look elsewhere and who else do we know who has a reputation for keeping thieves away?'
Bakugo tries not to let it show, but pride makes his chest puff out and his eyes shine. 'I should be mad that you're whoring my boyfriend out as hired muscle...'
'But...' Your eyebrows dance on your forehead.
'But, you've just put the biggest score I've seen all year on that bloody table -.'
Kirishima pecks at Bakugo's cheek again, twisting from where he had been dipping his fingers in the bubbling soup on the stove behind his boyfriends back. 'Don't forget the bank notes. We've got bank notes too...'
A snort breaks from Bakugo's chest. '… And guaranteed us another solid four gold a week, so -.'
This time it's Tetsutetsu who breaks into Bakugo's speech. 'We put our prices up two weeks ago. It's eight pieces now. Seemed fitting since there's two of us; an not just one bruiser like the other gangs are offering.'
This time Bakugo does laugh. He throws his head back, shoulders bouncing as he slips from Kirishima's hold and stalks towards you. Opening his arms, he wraps himself around your waist and lifts, spinning you around once before letting you back to your feet. 'If I were into women I'd kiss you breathless, you little fucking genius.'
You giggle and lace your hands behind his neck. 'I'd love to take all the credit, but -.'
'But she was the mastermind behind it all...' Kirishima beams. 'We just stood by and looked scary.'
Tetsutetsu offers. 'We helped lift the machine parts too!'
'It was a joint effort.' You concede, letting Bakugo drift back to the stove, after ordering the boys to set the table.
'What's this?' Shinso appears at the bottom of the basement stairs like a ghost. His hair is wild, torn back as if he'd been caught in a gale and the usual bags under his eyes are deeper and more pronounced.
You look up, half way through scooping another handful of coin back into your pouch. 'A score.'
Leveling you with a bored stare, Shinso raises his eyebrows. 'I'd gathered that much. I was -.'
'Ingeniums.' Bakugo cuts in. 'They can explain over dinner. Sit.'
Shinso obliges, slipping into a seat at the table. 'I have news of Mina.'
That perks everyone's ears.
Producing a letter from his inner jacket pocket, he brandishes it in the air. 'She seems to be enjoying the sea air down south, says she's learned a lot from Midnight.'
Bakugo snatches the letter, quickly skimming through the neatly written hand. He hums. 'Established some links with the Mirko company – could be useful.'
Reading over his shoulder, Kirishima snatches the letter as soon as Bakugo's eyes reach the bottom. 'I miss her.'
'Me too.' You sigh. 'She'll only be gone another month...'
'And we can welcome her back with a score.' Shinso grins, his crooked teeth nipping gently at his lower lip.
Eyebrows furrowing, you glance around the table. 'But -.'
'You're to the play the Duke's daughter instead.'
'I -.' Part of you wants to argue, but you know there's no point. There's only one reason that you're to take the roll of the Duke's daughter, after all.
'I'll take a look at the dresses tomorrow, see what we've got that fits... I can always adjust one of Camie's.' Bakugo offers.
The conversation dissolves then, the room filling with plans and laughter as the bowls we're cleared away and a plate of freshly baked cookies took their place on the table. Bathing in the revelry of having the crew, mostly, all together, you barely notice as the sun begins to slip from the sky leaving the kitchen soaked in the soft glow of lamp light. It isn't until Bakugo yawns, declaring it bedtime, that everyone begins to slowly make their way to their retrospective rooms.
Bakugo heads off first, Kirishima dutifully in toe behind him as they slip into one of the backrooms where a small, stuffed mattress awaited them.
Shortly after Tetsutetsu turns in, slipping into a his coat and swiping a singular golden coin from the stash as he trots back up the stairs, presumably on his way to find something comely to warm his bed for the night.
Lastly, it's Shinso, who offers you a knowing look when you dish out one last portion of soup and dutifully turn towards the upper bedrooms.
He rolls up his sleeves and sighs before dipping them into the soapy water filling the sink, listening as your steps echo as you climb.
No-one comments on the empty chair at the head of the table.
Wrapping your knuckles on the office door, you balance the soup dish on your wrist while trying to shove open the door he's evidently jambed shut. Sometimes, you really do wish he where less fickle.
'I brought you food...' Your voice is low, sweet in the back of your throat as you edge into the room and spot him laying on his bunk.
'You didn't come down for dinner.'
Sero grunts, not moving his eyes from the ceiling. 'I'm not hungry.'
'Hanta... You can't keep doing this to yourself. You've barely a week of starvation in you and we're coming up on day three.'
'Just leave me.'
'Listen, I know -.'
'Know?' He sits up then, eyes burning as he fights the tick in his jaw.
'Please. Tell me what you fucking know...' Tongue licking at his back teeth he growls, spitting his words at your feet. 'You're probably loving this, aren't you? She's gone. I'm as good as bloody kept now, aren't I.'
'I don't.'
'Don't act stupid, Dearest.' He coos, but there's no fondness in his tone. 'I know how you look at me. Gods, if I all, but stretched out here and welcomed you to bed I bet you'd ride me out of sheer desperation while I laid back and thought of her.' A murky laugh bubbles in his throat as he cocks his head to one side, legs spreading in mocking invitation. 'That brother of mine seems to enjoy sharing his pallet with you often enough, maybe you're in want for a change of cock.'
Cocking your hip, you dig a fist into the fat there. Your nails dig into your palm, carving out raw half-cresents in the skin. 'Have you finished?'
'Ha. Have you been practicing that? If I'm inclined to forget half of my life, you're almost a semi-decent imitation.'
'I know you're hurting, Hanta. All's I'm asking is that you -.'
'You really shouldn't try so hard, y'know... To be her. Take it from a mummer himself, you'll never come close to the real thing.'
'I'm not trying to be her. It's you who wants that, Hanta. Not me. If she where me, she'd be the one stood here trying to stop you from starving yourself to death like a pathetic divorcee and I'd be off somewhere else doing God only fucking knows what...' You collect yourself, if only just and place the bowl on the floor at your feet. 'Now eat. One good meal won't get in the way of you being love-sick.'
Turning on your heel, you bite your lip. It's all you can do to stop the tears. The marks on your palm sting, but even that is a dull comparison to the claw marks now inflicted across your heart.
You've barely reached the bottom step when you hear it, a scuffling that gets your hopes up, before a loud bang shatters them once more. You don't bother to hear what is muttered in the dark after it, you don't care to know.
'He's a mean bastard...' You whisper to yourself, violently clearing your face before stepping foot back in the kitchen.
Shinso is still there where you left him, a pile of newly clean plates by his side.
'Sorry for abandoning the chores.' You force a smile, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as you prepare to dip them into the sink.
Shinso just chuckles. He dips a new plate into the water and hisses.
'S'nothing. He still acting like a kicked puppy?'
''fraid so... Matter of fact.' Pulling your hands back before they hit water, you pluck another bowl from the cupboard and set about spooning out another helping of soup from the pot still bubbling on the stove. 'Would you mind taking him up another dish? He won't take anything from me and I'm pretty sure I heard him toss the last down the stairs. I'm rather hoping you'll have more luck.' Once the bowl is full, you slip it onto the table and reach for a loaf of bread.
Cracking it in half, you lay it on a plate. 'I'll finish up here.'
'I -.' Shinso sighs, wiping his hands on a chequered rag.
'It's fine, really.'
There it is, that forced smile again. Shinso chews the inside of his mouth.
'We're already a hand down tonight, what's one more? It's been a while since I've had the kitchen to myself.'
'As his brother, it pains me to say this, but he really isn't worth half of the trouble.' He takes the dishes from the table and cocks an eyebrow at you as you busy yourself with the ones already in the sink.
You laugh, snorting before shooting Shinso an equally as amused look. 'Says the man who routinely puts himself in harms way for said brother.'
'That's different.' He deadpans. 'He's never picked up a habit of making me cry.'
You drop the dish in your hands. 'I'm not -.'
Now, it's Shinso's turn to snort. 'I know how long it takes to get from here to his room and back again and you where about ten minutes too long, even with all the vile things I can guess he spat at you. Plus...' He reaches up and smooths his knuckles across the curve of your cheekbone. 'Your cheeks are red.'
'I -.'
'I'll take him the soup, but I'm doing it for you. He could starve for a week longer for all I care.'
'Thank you, 'Toshi.'
'You're one of us. We look after our own...' He grinds his teeth, tipping his head. 'Or at least, we're supposed to.'
Sero rolls his eyes as soon as soon as the door is kicked open. He's laid back on his bunk, arms folded underneath his head, eyes trained carefully on one particularly large spot of mould on the ceiling. 'Just because a different man holds the spoon, doesn't mean I'm more likely to eat'
Not bothering to pause, Shinso marches across the room in barely two strides. 'Just as well I haven't brought you a spoon then, isn't it?' He tips the bowl onto Sero's exposed stomach.
Sero yells, scolded.
'You, Sero Hanta, are the biggest cock I've ever fucking met.'
Wincing through the radiating burn, Sero manages to huff out a cocky snort. 'Why, thank you.'
'She's just trying to help'
'Well I don't fucking need it.' Reaching under his bed, Sero snatches up his discarded nightshirt to clean the spill from his skin. 'Nor, do I need you soiling my bed clothes.'
'Be glad it's just soup.'
Sero opens his mouth to speak, but is quickly silenced again by his brothers glare.
'You break her little heart twice a day and she doesn't trouble you with it and yet, every time Cam runs off – somehow it's her that bares the brunt.' Shinso folds his arms across his chest. 'She's a nice girl, Hanta... She's family.'
'Ah, so you are fucking her after all.' He chuffs. 'What is it? Jealous she's still got a taste for my cock?'
A growl builds in the back of Shinso's throat, the muscle in his jaw flaring as he grinds his teeth. 'I'm going to pretend to have misheard what you're attempting to insinuate for your own fucking good... Get a grip of yourself before I have to knock some sense into your myself.'
'Consider me fully scolded.' Sero clicks his tongue. 'Is that all you came here to do?'
'She's done your half of the washing and made preparations for tomorrow night; thought you could do with a few nights off. So you can mope here all week for all anyone gives a shit.'
Sero sits up at that, his eyes wide. 'She's supposed to be doing the first touch tomorrow -.'
'And she's still offered to do your half of the choring... ' Shaking his head, Shinso sighs. 'She's more than you deserve. That's for damn sure. Without her, we'd fall apart.'
Sero pauses. Chewing the inside of his cheek, he swings his legs over the side of his bed and sits up. 'Is there anymore soup?'
'Yeah.' Shinso chuckles, gesturing the bed. 'In a puddle on your blanket by the look of it... If you want a fresh bowl, you'll have to get it yourself.' He strides off towards the door, but stops at the door to turn back over his shoulder. 'And you best be as gracious as a fucking priest when you do.'
The water is scolding your hands. Your wrists have vanished, lost below the soapy bubbles as you fish for the last bits of cutlery lost in the sink. Behind you, the stairs creek making the muscles of your back tense even as you try to keep your shoulders relaxed. Maybe it's the years you've lived together, or the fact that your heart skips a beat each time you hear him, but there's no mistaking the foot falls for anyone other than Sero Hanta.
He appears, shirtless, at the foot of the stairs, but doesn't press into the kitchen.
You ignore him. Focusing instead on the burning of your hands as you pluck a fork from the water and begin to clean it.
Sero clears his throat.
Still, you clean.
He sighs, stuffing his hands into his pockets before approaching the stove. Lifting the lid of the pot, he inhales through the steam that leaps from inside. 'Do you mind if I -.'
Turning, you absently pass him a bowl. 'There's still some clean spoons in the draw.'
'Thank you.'
You nod.
Spooning a decent helping of soup into a bowl, Sero takes his time choosing a spoon. It's mindless work, a waste of time as his mind whirrs – trying frantically to come up with something, anything to say to you.
The thing is, Shinso's right. You are more than he deserves and then some, but he's never been good with sweet things. That's why him and Cammie work so well.
They don't.
With you, there would be the possibility of a future. One that involves a quiet life, without crimes and games, a small house and weekly breakfasts with Bakugo and Kirishima, fuck... Children, a pretty little stone shining on your delicate finger.
He could give you all of that, but he can't give you what he knows you really crave.
He doesn't turn around when he speaks, instead, he hangs his head and talks to cream of his soup. 'You know I wish it were different...'
'It isn't that hard not to be a cunt, Hanta.'
'You know what I mean.' He winces.
You chuckle, but its a cruel noise that trickles off of your lips. 'So what is it? You wish I didn't yearn for your affections, or that you loved me like you love her?'
'Yes, well...'
Yanking your hands from the water, you splay your palms on the cold surface beside the sink. You're used to this, the numbness that so often overtakes you. The knowledge of your unrequited affection is like a balm, a prickling salve that serves not to sooth, but to prolong your suffering.
If you were able to let go, you would have, but you've loved him since you first laid eyes on him all those years ago when two scared children had come together for scarce more than survival.
'I sound bitter, I didn't mean -.'
He chuckles. 'You did. It's okay. I think that might be the normal thing.'
'What?'
'To hate me. To, to -.'
Your eyebrows furrow, your heart giving out in your chest as you consider a world in which his assumption might me true. 'I don't hate you.'
Turning finally, Sero leans back against the wooden surface of the kitchen counter. He licks his lips. 'You should.'
You lift your head, twisting until you can look at him.
At first glance, you'd be forgiven to think that his eyes were black, but on closer inspection, or under the right light, the faint, deep chocolate of his iris' shimmer – soaking up the light around each of his blown pupils. Now, with them trained on you, you're allowed to bask until you lose your nerve. Dropping your gaze, you tangle your fingers with one another. 'I could never.'
A sadness washes over him. 'You'd be better off finding refuge under Kaminari or Monoma.'
'Hardly a satisfactory refuge...' You chuckle, letting the noise lighten your mood.
He shares in your laughter, before allowing the sound to die on the back of his throat. Turning back to the counter, he palms the bowl of soup and slips a spoon into his pocket.
In two short steps he stops in front of you. His spare hand reaches out, curling around your shoulder. The tips of his fingers dig gently into the flesh and muscle covering your shoulder blade as his thumb smooths over the dip of your collarbone: caressing. Your skin blooms for him, heat rising through you as you allow yourself to think of all the other touches he could gift you, but any further thought is silenced as the gentle press of his lips touches to your forehead.
Lingering, his lips hover barely a millimetre above his kiss.
'You deserve better than me.' He whispers it into your hair line before stepping away.
You feel the chill of him leaving, feeling an odd sense of abandonment and longing settle bone deep inside of you as he crosses back across the kitchen, towards the stairs. He's talking, but you don't quite register the words, not even as he calls your name.
'Forget the touch tomorrow. We'll scrap the job. It was a terrible plan anyway...' He hums. 'I think I should take some time away, let Bakugo and Shinso handle things for a while, maybe.'
He's gone, almost at his room, you'd guess by the time you leave your trance. Your fingertips find his kiss, touch gently against the skin there and feel the warmth of his lips as it slips, absorbed by your skin.
You smile.
He might not be able to give you what you want, what you crave.
But, you'll always have this.
A singular, sorrow-filled kiss.
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Rating BG3 Ladies Stroke Game
My brain won't let me write my fics so have this shit instead.
Ratings based on vibes and also facts opinions (controversial: not everyone can be a sex god)
all the main and supporting women + my background babes: Florrick, Talli, Alfira, Lakrissa, Araj, Nocturne, Skoona, Adrielle, Z'rell, (ETA:) Nine-Fingers, and special guest star Philomeen
*Anyone can be trans and straps are for everyone regardless, so take your pic on homegrown vs store-bought and/or magical strap*
*Also sex is like pizza, so average results are in fact still pretty good. Only 2, 1, and 0/10 are truly trash dick. So a 5 or 6 is still a compliment!*
Lae'zel: 10/10. She pulls hair, she spanks ass. She has the experience, the athleticism, the drive, the romantic heart. Also the greatest switch to ever live as a simultaneous 10/10 bottom.
Shadowheart: 5/10. Her experience is mostly hand/mouth activities due to lack of privacy/places to hide supplies or apparati in the cloister. She has better ways of making a lover fall apart, but her stroke game is perfectly serviceable.
Karlach: 6/10. LISTEN. I see the vision as a tongue god, but she needs some work to hone her stroke game (too eager = painful, and a possible classic Bigger Is Always Better fallacy waiting to happen), and like SH, she's also not very experienced. She can and will ascend the ranks, but give her a minute to get there!!
Minthara: 10/10. We all know this. She has like 200 years of experience as well as the drive, focus, precision, athleticism, and heart. She gets RESULTS, but also is surprisingly emotionally available, so she covers all the physical, emotional, and psychological bases.
Jaheira: 4/10. Not her favorite, or her forte. CAN she strap? Yes, and it's satisfying, but nothing to write home about. A queen of the accessibility strap (thigh/hand harness GOATed... iykyk) due to her knees/lumbar hurting.
Isobel: 5/10. Perfectly serviceable, likes to tease, knows the technique and executes it well. However, being 5'2" with lung issues holds her back when it comes to higher intensity activities. Also an accessibility harness queen.
Aylin: 12/10. Has been at it since before anyone else on this list was even born. Once she connects emotionally to her partner, there's no going back to anyone else. Perfect balance of brutality and gentleness; she knows how to use her weight, and her aftercare is literal god tier.
Mizora: 0/10. Would probably be pretty good if she deigned to do it, but let's be so for real, pup!
Orin: ??/10. Either a 0 or a 10, no inbetween. A freak bitch for the daring sort who are willing to gamble on what she meant when she said she wanted to 'get all up in your guts'.
Florrick: 3/10. A perfect example of how a dominant personality doesn't always translate to an ability to top. Will do it, but focuses too much on technique and zones out and starts thinking about work. Definitely would rather be on the bottom being ridden VS putting the stroke effort in herself.
Talli: 7/10. A humble, ego-free, service top for all who enjoy a gentler lover. Hesitant to get too rough or nasty with it; she's got that +3 STR and she knows how to use it, but she doesn't want to hurt or disrespect her sweetie!
Alfira: 1/10. Sweet Alfie has many good and sexy qualities but she is never taking anyone to pound town ever. She will do it, and it might be fun and playful, but never "good" by any objective measure. Absolute demon on a slower, more sensual grind, but anything approaching "stroke game"? You're barking up the wrong tree.
Lakrissa: 10/10. Technically an 8 but gets 2 bonus points for being a random girl off the streets and not an alien, centuries-old elf, or demigod. Great dick does walk among us mortals!! She's athletic, she's flirty, she's fun, she's a known giver. She will work extra shifts at her bitch ass job to buy you a house, she will smash you through the floor of said house, she will fix the floor. The total package!
Araj: 4/10. Wears some kind of weird strap regardless of her own equipment because she loves the flair and drama of it, but isn't particularly skilled. Gets distracted. Bad top etiquette. Never shuts up. Still, she gets the job done.
Nocturne: 6/10. Like Shadowheart, her experience is limited by the lack of opportunity in the cloister; but as quartermaster, she would have a greater ability to obtain and hide supplies/equipment, so potentially more experience. Also, maybe as an officer, she was involved in more prestigious orgies?
Skoona: 7/10. Would rather be on the bottom getting pampered, but is an above average top due to always being expected to top. Also a very tender lover (not necessarily "stroke game").
Adrielle: 8/10. She has no choice but to break backs because otherwise, the weight of expectations she places on her own shoulders would break hers. Meticulous. Thorough. Is she enjoying herself? She doesn't know the meaning of the word, but being of service makes her feel whole, and that's what matters, RIGHT?
Z'rell: You Can't Handle It/10. Don't worry about it, maggot. It's not for YOU.
Nine-Fingers: 10/10. Your fingers will quake such that you sign over the deed to your house in her name and you won't even be mad about it. She knows how to work People- what makes them tick. What makes them BOOM. An unforgettable experience.
Philomeen: 20/10. It's the toxicity, I fear. If she can and will blow you up, she can and will blow your back out. It's science. It doesn't matter if she's 1/3 your size, she is FUCKING. You WILL hate yourself after.
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How do you think Effie and haymitch met?
Hi anon! And thanks for asking! (mini-oneshot, under the cut)
I always imagined Effie being Haymitch’s second escort when she was a young woman and he was a sorta young man.
On the train to Twelve, new on the job, she’s very “first day of school! First day of school!” and eager to make a difference sort of like Sejanus Plinth. She’s ambitious and driven and also naive enough to think “with me on board we will have victors left and right!”
Before the Reaping she decides on her own to visit the Victor’s Village and introduce herself personally to her now co-worker.
She’s quite star-struck I think, on the way over there - what with the romanticized image the Capitol has of him. Obviously she doesn’t know the truth about Haymitch’s murdered family. No one really does in her city.
She’s also super impressed that he won The Second Quarter Quell - one of the most difficult Games in Panem's history, and without a mentor at that!
She’s probably a little smitten too (or at least she was as a young girl). Taken by those dark curls and intense gray eyes in a sort of “toughened by life but love will set him free” kind of way.
But when she actually finally meet Mr. Haymitch Abernathy he effectively smashes all the illusions Effie ever had of him in less than five minutes.
She goes from dazzled to disbelieving to annoyed and they end up having the first of many arguments.
I imagine it went something like this:
Standing there in the middle of the kitchen Effie felt the mentor’s eyes travel up and down her body.
He held a bottle of spirits in one hand, elbows on the unbelievably filthy table. And in the other, a knife - an actual KNIFE!
“Who sent you?” he finally asked. “It ain’t m’birthday.”
The shadow of a crease re-appeared between Effie’s eyebrows but then the smile was right back on.
“Mr. Abernathy!” She stepped forward and extended a hand. “Euphemia. Euphemia Trinket, the new escort. My friends call me Effie. You can call me Effie if you want. Delighted to make your acquaintance and might I just add what an honor it is to finally meet. I’ve heard so much about you! I’m sure we’re going to make the most fabulous of teams!”
Haymitch ignored the outstretched hand. Instead he brought the bottle to his lips, having a few good mouthfuls.
“What happened to Dandruff?" he asked in a bored voice. "Ol’ bat finally bit the dust?"
“Mrs Dandridge decided to retire. I’m here in her place. Arrived just a few days ago, and my, am I already in LOVE with your … your … quaint district.”
“I know right,” he mimicked her voice, dripping with sarcasm. He poured a good amount of the clear liquid into a cracked glass full of sticky fingerprints and extended it to her. “Well, this calls for a toast, don't ya think? Bottom’s up, lil’ lady."
“Um, tempting but no thank you,” she said. “I don’t make it a habit of drinking when I'm at work. Especially not this early. Got to keep a level head," she thrilled. "A big big big day today!”
Haymitch tsked, eyes on the ceiling.
"I'd say." And he downed the drink for her. “Guess this is my lucky day, huh? They finally got rid of ol’ Ice Crotch and now a squeaky lil’ duckling fresh out of the egg’s gonna help me out.”
“W-wha … excuse me? Duckling? Squeaky?! I think you’ll find me more than qualified for the job. I graduated from the Academy at the top of my class!”
“Yeah, takes a lot o’ brains to send kids off for slaughter.”
Effie stared at him.
“B-being chosen to participate in The Hunger Games - the biggest event of the year, is a great honor and …”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he snarled. “Save it for the cameras, why don’t ya?”
At a loss for words Effie watched the man finish his bottle, down to the last drop, only to reach for the next.
“The Reaping is in an hour,” she said.
“So?"
“So maybe you ought to slow down? And I trust it you’ll freshen up before then? Take a shower and find an outfit that’s a little more, um, suitable for the … special occasion.”
“Meh,” Haymitch shrugged. “Haven’t decided if I’m gonna go.”
“You have to go!” The words burst from her lips before she could stop them. “You’re expected! I’ll look like a fool!”
In reply, Haymitch snapped the seal on the bottle. With one expert twist.
“Don’t need me for something you already accomplished, sweetheart.” He tipped the liquor into his mouth. “Guess I’ll be seeing you around.”
#anon ask reply#hayffie#some headcanons and a lil' ficlet#haymitch x effie#the hunger games renaissance
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