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Honeymoon Phase (Bonus)

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Little Bonus off of the Honeymoon Demon series

Will not be doing another of this series- I am out of ideas ;-;

Kurt Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT and also Jealous sex so- Strap In darlings

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<< Honeymoon Demon Series

For the last two months life could only be described as magical.

You and Kurt having been only surrounded by the soft damn near candy sweet affection of each others.

Even in the school the two of you would always be near by. Soft kisses exchanged, a gentle hug or even just locking eyes for brief moments.

Either way- It was just a reflection of your love for your husband and his love for you.

But it seems being so openly affectionate would of course cause others to notice..

"Dude every time I see them I swear they are always all over each other" Bobby snorted a laugh as he took a sip of his soda.

The small group was all seated in the staff lounge watching you and Kurt down the hall leaning against each other while talking about whatever. Rouge giving Bobby a annoyed look as Remy who only snorted a laugh.

"Leav' em alone. They are just happy"

"The honeymoon phase is just strong- Don't be jealous" Kitty chimed, However inside also was a bit sick of the constant lovey dovey stuff.

"No not jealous, Just a mixture of mildly nauseating and in awe at how they can be joined at the hip. Besides this just means they will be easier to mess with-" Morph mumbled, making Bobby glance to him.

"You think so?"

"Wanna bet?" Morph chimed back just as quick, Making Bobby smirk and sit up a bit more. Remy now sitting up as well with a grin.

"How much we talking?-"

"Mmm Why dont we do a pool? Ill start with a 20" Bobby said quickly going for his wallet.

"I don't know guys- they are just happy no harm in it" Kitty whined with a sigh, however glanced at you and Kurt again seeing the soft kiss the two of you exchanged and grimacing slightly.

"Come on it'll be fun"

"I'm not getting involved in yalls shit-" Rouge said quickly, Standing up from the table to not put herself in a guilty by association situation.

The rest of them however looked to each other- like a silent contract was being written.. Each taking out what cash they had on them like some sort of poker table.. before Kitty nodded and added a few bills in herself.

"First one to break him wins the pot"

"Deal"

It only really took till Noon for Kurt to start to break.

Kurt's tail swishing behind himself annoyed, a tick that his fell deeper then he expected as he watched Morph get close.. and Even Kitty giggling at every word you said..

He of course wouldn't say it out loud-

But it was really starting to piss him off...

He could tell you were confused by it all also, Brushing off the weird flirting by your friends-

The way you raised your eyebrow and dismissed them playfully, Even blatantly asking about what weird prank was it this time.

It wasn't your fault- He knew that, Nor did he blame you. However it did scratch this odd part of his brain in a very uncomfortable way at seeing you in this situation-

By the end of the day however, It seemed that more people were starting to join in. Ororo pitching on a 50$ when she hugged you happily in a flirty way, Remy throwing in an additional 80$ wrapping an arm around you which earned him a swift hit from Rouge...

But it seemed to be the final person who put in a 20$ bill that tipped the scale.

You shuffled through some of the papers that McCoy had given you, Humming to yourself a bit- Happy that the day was almost over and you could go home to your lovely husband.

"Oi- (Y/N)"

Logan had his arms crossed as he stared at you.

"Hey Logan? Uh what's up?"

"I got a question"

He rolled up from the wall and walked towards you. Red flags now shooting up as you got the very same feeling from earlier in the day from the others-

"Kurt- He's been treating you good right?"

"Of course I mean it's Kurt-"

"Well just tell me what he's lacking in bed and I'll show him how to improve. I also do offer lessons to you as well"

...

Your jaw absolutely dropped- a mix of confusion, being very weirded out and honestly not knowing where to even go from that!?

"W-What?-"

Annnnddd that's all it took for Logan to quite literally feel it-

It was like a rubber band snapping on his skin of Kurt's resolve breaking.

"Quite a few things in there that was incredibly wrong- However think I'll sum it No Thanks, I'm good"

You say quickly, already having a feeling there was a very targeted reason for this stunt. Which confirmed itself when you felt the familiar heavy hand land on your hip and a tail tighten around your middle like a tight belt.

"There you are Liebling. Ready to return home?"

Kurt says with a almost painfully wide smile that made your skin crawl slightly. Sort of reminding you of someone working in customer service..

"Oh, Hey baby.? Yeah has just getting ready to head out.. Logan just-"

"-Was Leaving"

Kurt filled in fast and sharp.

Which clearly surprised both Logan and yourself. The ladder of which smirking as he turned on his heel saying nothing else as he marched off. You however fixed on watching as Kurt's eyes followed Logan, similar to a cat watching another to make sure they didnt try anything.

Kurt glanced down at you calmly his lips pressed tightly together still before he turned it to you with a slightly forced smile.

It was uncomfortable in a odd way, since you knew that Kurt was clearly upset however wanted to avoid showing it to you- It was silent after that, Kurt taking the two of you home fast without a uttered word.

While uncomfortable at this point you where just happy to be home-

You toss down your bag on the couch, Still a bit confused by the chaos of the day- Already thinking of ways to mess with your friends back for this all, This had been annoying and honestly insulting. Rubbing your face in frustration.

"Hm.. Hey do you wanna cook tonight or pick something up? I don't think we pulled anything out the freezer"

You finally say with a heavy sigh. Turning to see Kurt is just standing here?

One hand pressed to the door as his tail was tapping the ground, Reminding you of someone tapping their nails on a surface annoyed.

Kurt hand slides to the lock of the door as he quickly locked the door which echoed through your home and made you jump slightly.

"Kurt?.."

He looked up to you as that same imp like smile you saw the first night of your honeymoon which made your face flush and body warm up instantly like he had already prepped you.

Or that you'd been trained..

He moved in close, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he pulled you close your back pressed against his chest as he began to pepper in kisses around your neck.

Soft whimpers leaving you as you felt this, He was almost surgical when he did this. Knowing how to hold you close, making sure you could feel his erection pressed against your ass.

You jump as you feel his tail dip past the hem of your clothes as you blush deeply.

"K-Kurt we are in the Livingroom an-"

Flushed at the realization of what was happening- The curtains half open and you needing to shower after such a long day. Thoughts going a mile a minute however it was swiftly cut off when he growled against your neck.

"It doesn't matter Schatz-"

He grumbled against your skin, Making your heart leap in surprise at the tone he used- It was new? Far darker and almost irritated? His lips still working over the sweet spots over your neck, going as far as to run his teeth over your pulse and even nipping at it.

Kurt begins to pull the both of you down, making you stumble as you landed on your hands and knees on the carpeted floor. Giving Kurt the perfect angle to pull your pants down to your knees with your underwear with them with his chest still flushed against your back to keep you trapped.

"All day.. They were on you-"

His tone clipped as you felt one hand wrap under your body, Ripping the front of your nice shirt open with ease and grasp at your breast- squeezing the soft flesh making you mewl pathetically.

"Touching..Hugging and saying dirty things to mein pretty wife"

His tail wrapped tightly around your waist as if to anchor you. His now remaining free hand dipping down between your legs circles over your clit. Soft moans breaking through you as you couldn't help to fall under his whim- Caged again him and floor.

"All to make me jealous~"

He hissed against your ear, Drawing his fingers away from between your legs- The sharp sound of his zipper seemed to be the soft warning before you felt him slowly push into you.

The stretch of him making your eyes roll and a airy moan leave you undone and pliable under his will, each inch that slowly moved within you breaking any form of sense from your head.

"And Gott did they-"

He snaps into you then, driving those last few inches into you as you gave a sharp moan in surprised pleasure.

"Scheiße"

He hissed as he rolled his hips back slowly like the tides drifting far back before a tsunami. The pull of his cock making you whine your fingers digging into the carpet below you as if it would ground you. Before feeling him so swiftly thrust into you making your head spin and jaw slack against the ground.

The carpeted floor rubbed against your knees and forearms with each thrust, the soft sting in a odd way driving you further into the abyss he was tossing you into-

Sur it hurt but.. you liked it?

Oh?

Ohh...

Surprising yourself at the new discovery as your husband was quick to snap his hips against yours making you moan loudly and have those thoughts tucked away to be delt with at a different time.

A silent scream seems to rip through you at the breaking feeling of both pleasure and pain- The burn of his fangs against the meat of your shoulder and the ungodly deep thrust into you.

"K-Kurt!~"

His thrusts were brutal, making is that you barely had time to understand everything that was happening. Just barely able to comprehend Kurt growling against your skin as his hips slammed into you harder, no doubt bruising the skin on the back of your thighs.

The way he could so effortlessly render you useless, how full he made you feel each time he thrusted into you. How your toes curled and fire shot through your system, Utterly broken by him as he hit that sweet spot inside of you each and every time-

A reminder that only HE could do this to you.

And you believed him too

Not a thought of shame on your face as you drooled against the carpet, A hiccupped moan break from you- eyes rolled as you felt that all too familiar crash of pleasure as you cum around his cock with a loud moan.

Now left gasping for air as Kurt did not let up, fucking you through your orgasm as his grip on you tightened- Savoring the sound that left you every time he thrusted into you.

It was only when you started feeling his hips start to falter against your own as you came out of your too blissed out state- a surprised squeak left you as he pulled back suddenly seemingly stopping himself from cumming inside of you completely?

But you barely had time to even register what he had just done before you where flipped on your back with a huff when you landed on your back a bit uncomfortably.

Dizzy from the speed of it all you only caught a flash of yellow eyes as they dipped between your legs in record time. Your back arching painfully at the sensation of him devouring you.

All you can really do is sob at this point, fingers gripping his hair desperately to pull him away from your over sensitive clit- Having barely a minute to settle from him pounding into you.

No moment to rest it seemed-

"K-Kurt Please!~"

You tried to scream but it was desperate and watery at best as several whimpering please fumbled from your lips- tears welling in your eyes as you tried to squirm your hips away by pure instinct from the painful pleasure, but his strong hands kept you in place.

"Too Much Too Much!!~"

Kurt only hummed as he fucked his tongue deeper into you, Driving for your cries even more as it took only for his lips to suck against your clit to make you cum once more a broken sob breaking through you.

It felt like you couldn't breath- Spots filling your vision as he sat up from between your legs. His hands still planted firmly on your hips as he stared you down.

Your mind fuzzy as you watch him lick a mixture of your cum and tinge of blood from the bite that still throbbed on your shoulder from his lips. It was involuntary but your whole body trembling at the sight alone.

Kurt clearly having caught this as in a moment the smell of sulfur hit your senses and you felt the plush bounce of the bed under you. Looking around quickly before landing back on your husband.

Meeting the gaze of Kurt as he stared down at you with a almost angry hunger towards you- one that was no doubt fueled by pure burning jealousy.

Before and all the times you'd felt his desire for you as nothing more then praise, A man in love with every part of you and wanted to experience you to the upmost degree to bring the both of you to bliss under loving hands.

This was different-

You felt more like prey about to be eaten alive...

No playing between his palms or grace to slowly tip you over the edge with love and praise.

This was to eat you alive and make sure there were no scraps to be left for anyone to dare even snip at. Nothing more then bleached bones left before him that he would also hoard-

Kurt is quick to grab your ankle and yank you towards him breaking a surprised noise from you- He was quick however to lean down, Capturing your lips against his own. Soft moans leaving you which he greedily swallowed.

You still too sensitive- already so close to your breaking point but knew this was just the start by the why he was pressed the tip of his cock in and out of you slowly before pressing painfully against your clit and repeating the process.

It was maddening

Pulling back softly with a broken moan as you squirmed from under him- On the edge of breaking and yet still wanting more.

"You know the rules.."

Kurt mumbled against your mouth, His eyes locking with your own tear filled ones. Truthfully you'd almost forgotten- you also suspected he had too till now.. The pencil thin chain that still anchored him in moments like this.

"P-Please more Kurt.. Please~"

You whimper, Unsure why you'd even said it with how much your cunt ached- But you knew you where just to greedy..

Always wanted everything he had to offer and give you.

His hands sliding down your body and landing on the back of your thighs, as he began to push them up closer to your chest.

"I-Im not as flexible Ku-"

He moved faster then your lips as he thrusted deeply into you, your legs being folded up as far as they could which made your legs burn- holding your imprisoned by his body in a mating press.

Sobs of bliss ripping through you as you grasp onto his shoulders desperately for some form of grounding as you could only feel the waves of pleasure being forced from you.

Kurt face twisted up in pure emotion- his eyes almost seemed to be glowing in the incredibly dark room. Rendering him all you could feel, smell and truthfully barely see.

You almost sound helpless from under him, a series of broken whines and moans that belonged more in a porn then your marital bed.

The sounds alone would have made you a blushing mess if you weren't distracted by the way his cock bullied its way into you which made you see stars-

It felt like a snap inside of you as you feel yourself cum as violently as he had fucked you. A scream breaking through you as you felt yourself shake from around his hold. Feeling him still thrusting into you as he neared his own high, a shuddered groan ripping through him as he pressed himself into the deepest part of you and came.

Kurt movements come to a standstill as he panted against your neck. Seemingly just reveling in the feeling of you wrapped around him and shaking from trying to come down of the high of your orgasm.

He peppered a few kisses on your cheeks and lips before slowly pulling out of you. A whimper leaving you as you felt your legs slide down his hips, The gentle tap of his tail sliding across your leg and calf as if to comfort you.

"Mein Liebling, you okay?"

His voice was soft, a bit breathy clearly having come back to whatever dimension he got thrown into you. But you managed a soft nod in acknowledgment, as he slid off the he'd leaving you there.

Laying there you felt like your limbs were nothing more then jelly, Not even strong enough to support yourself as you laid on your back, a small shiver leaving you as the cold air in the room seemed to finally settle on you.

Hearing shuffling around for a moment you feel a warm rag touch your skin as you feel the more familiar hands of your husband carefully start to clean you up. Soft mumbles of apologies coming from him as you felt the rag clean up what no doubt will be a sticky mess down the line.

You could only hum at the nice feeling, taking a few moments to even figure out the English language.

"Jealous much?"

Looking down to see Kurt face turn a bright purple as he continued his task. A airy chuckle leaving you at the sight.

"Ein wenig-" (A little)

--

Everyone was shocked to see Kurt walking in by himself the next morning. A cheerful smile on his lips as he whistled and sorted through the papers for his class as if everything was as right as rain-

A silent question going over the friend group as they all tried to gauge why you weren't there- However that seemed to be a mistake as the resident teleporter glanced at the..

"Aw hell-" Rouge mumbled as she shook her head. Seeing Kurt look right at them all and walk over with a almost pep in his step.

"Shit shit shit..." Bobby mumbles as Kurt stood right in front of them all, Ororo glancing away trying not to laugh into her juice as they all felt the stare down from their blue friend.

Kitty coughed a bit as she looked up at Kurt with a clear 'I'm trying not to laugh bit also mildly worried' smile.

"Morning Kurt. How are you this morning?"

"Sehr gut- And I imagine all of you are good after being so funny yesterday?"

He said a bit curly despite the smile on his lips. But a simmer of irritation still in them, especially when looking at each person individually.

"Um where is (Y/N)?" Bobby finally coughed out, Still trying to look everywhere but his friends eye.

"Resting, Wanting the day to relax-"

He said all to cheerfully, however his eyes looked over everyone with a fanged grin and a gleam in his eye. Even of there seemed to be a slight twitch when Logan walked around the corner with a smirk on his lips as he walked through the group.

"No more pranks- (Y/N) can't afford to miss any more day for being sore-"

...

Kitty face blushed red and Morph looked down quick even Bobby jaw dropping in shock, as the whole group in shell shock by their usually innocent friend blunt remark-

"We all agree, Ja?"

Everyone now red faced and couldn't look Kurt in the eyes.

However Kurt's gaze lingered on Logan for a good second, Despite his grin for the older man he could read it very well in Kurt's eyes and body language 'Do that shit again and we will fight-'

Logan nodded his head with a low chuckle and gave a slow clap-

"Got some balls Elf- Well done.."

Kurt huffed a bit through a gritted smile and turned away quick to head to his classroom. Bobby slowly holding up the wad of cash to Logan who took it silently.

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: ...

MC: Go ahead and take it. *referring to the lunchbox Ruggie’s been eyeing*

Ruggie: Tch. I'm not here for that. *his stomach growls*

MC: ...

Ruggie: ...

MC: You'll find extra spoons and forks in the bag.

Ruggie: I'll just use my hand to eat.

MC: Suit yourself.

*Ruggie eats while the MC sits quietly next to him.*

Ruggie: Goody two-shoes.

MC: *offers him a drink* I don’t think you should be insulting me while you’re eating my food.

Ruggie: *accepts it* I hate that you're being nice.

MC: ...

MC: Is it because it makes you feel bad?

Ruggie: ...Are you not gonna ask why we attacked you that day?

MC: People attack and hurt me for no reason. I don't think it's worth discussing further.

Ruggie: ...Yep, goody two-shoes.

MC: ...

MC: You mentioned in the infirmary that your failure would impact your dorm leader. What did you mean by that?

Ruggie: ...Leona signed a contract with that octo-punk. And since we didn't win the magic shift tournament...

Ruggie: He got this ugly ass sea anemone on his head.

MC: ...Sea anemone?

Ruggie: Yeah. Wanna go to Savanaclaw dorm to see it for yourself?

*In Savanaclaw dorm, the students whom MC defeated are looking at them with disdain.*

Savanaclaw student A: Why did you bring 'em here, Ruggie?

Savanaclaw student B: Yeah! You wanna humiliate us?!

Ruggie: Guys, calm down! Where's Leona?

Savanaclaw student C: Why should we tell you?!

MC: ...

Ruggie: Can't you guys listen for a second?

Savanaclaw student A: You brought that herbivore here!

MC: ...

MC: *decides to leave without drawing attention, guided by a small voice in their head indicating where Leona should be*

*Leona's room*

Leona: *grits his teeth as he struggles to pull the sea anemone off his head*

Leona: Grr!

MC: That must have hurt.

Leona: !!! *turns around* What are you doing here?

MC: Sorry for sneaking in.

Leona: ...Ah, you're here to make fun of me, aren't ya?

MC: ...

MC: Is it really hard to remove that?

Leona: Tch. What do you think?

MC: ...

MC: *slowly walks towards him, eyes fixed on the sea anemone*

Leona: *raises an eyebrow* What are you doing?

MC: *reaches for it, and pulls it off his head as if it were nothing*

Leona: ...

MC: ...

MC: Oh. *looks at Leona with concern* Did it hurt?

Leona: ...

Azul: *received a call from Leona*

Leona: *laughs at him mockingly* That's it?

Azul: *confused frown* What are you on about? Leona, if I need to remind you again, I won’t take you into account next time. I need you to fulfill your end of the bargain.

Leona: Ha! You won't be able to control me now.

Leona: I found a way to break the contract.

Azul: ...What?

Leona: *chuckles* Looks like your golden contract isn't that powerful at all.

Leona: Just hope I don't tell the others how I did it.

Azul: Leona!

Leona: *hangs up*

Azul: ...

Azul: Jade! Floyd! We have an emergency!

MC: ...

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Dear, why are you staring so intently at this sea anemone?

MC: ...

MC: Dada, could it be that I have magical abilities?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *excitedly* Do you want to test it out, dear?

MC: *nods*

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‘De har samma klädstil’ 😭

https://www.dn.se/sport/kyssbilden-forandrade-allt-plotsligt-var-man-sjalv-i-stralkastarljuset/

The kiss photo changed everything: "Suddenly you were in the spotlight yourself"

MUNICH. A photo made them front figures for the entire LGBTQI movement.

Magdalena Eriksson and Pernille Harder are used to raising their voices – together.

In the European Championship premiere, they stand on opposite sides.

“All of a sudden we are really direct rivals,” says Eriksson.

DN met the Swedish-Danish football couple at home in Munich.

They have the same style of clothing, fill in each other's sentences, seem to know exactly what the other is thinking and sometimes address each other directly in the interview.

Magdalena Eriksson and Pernille Harder, life and club mates at Bayern Munich, are the most famous couple in women's football.

On July 4, they will step out in the European Championship premiere in Geneva, each representing their own national team.

Danish Pernille Harder laughs out loud when we see her at a café in the Schwabing district of the German city.

– We just have to make sure that it is Denmark and Sweden that advance from the group! she says.

It's hardly the first time they've met on the field, but it's the first time in a championship.

It will be a great match, says Magdalena Eriksson. But:

– We have been quite clear with each other that we would have liked to avoid it, if we could.

– It's a European Championship, we both want to do well. I want Pernille to do well and Pernille wants me to do well. And then suddenly we're in the same group – and really direct rivals for a place in the playoffs.

It's still a while until the European Championships in Switzerland when we see each other.

Summer is on its way to Munich, the outdoor cafes around the tourist magnet Marienplatz have started to fill up and the markets are in full swing in the parks.

Swedish national team defender Magdalena Eriksson (31) and Danish national team striker Pernille Harder (32) have lived here since 2023.

They became a couple in Linköping over ten years ago, played a number of years separately before winning titles together in England (Chelsea) – and now also in Germany.

This year, Bayern Munich has won the league, the cup and also the newly launched seven-a-side tournament World Sevens Football.

Magdalena Eriksson has had an injury-filled year. One of her toughest mentally, she says. But since last Christmas, the Swede has been healthy and is, just like Danish national team captain Pernille Harder, an obvious starting player in the European Championship.

– It was tough to see you last fall, with the uncertainty, says Harder, turning to his partner.

– But then it was just extremely nice to see you come back, keep going and play a lot. It feels like you just enjoyed yourself.

Being able to share everyday life with your partner means a lot, says she, who is called "Magda" and who shares the captain's job in Blågult.

Magdalena Eriksson and Pernille Harder have tested a long-distance relationship before, it was tough in a busy match calendar.

– Sometimes I would travel 24 hours to Wolfsburg (where Harder played for three years), just so we could see each other. It's incredibly nice not to have to have that puzzle.

Last year, their former Chelsea coach, Emma Hayes, sparked a major debate when she said it was "inappropriate" for players on the same team to be together.

It was not an opinion that Hayes expressed when they were both in England, the stars say.

– It's just important to be professional, comments Harder.

– Of course, there could be problems if I were to get angry if “Magda” is not allowed to play or something. Or around contracts. But in football we are not a couple …

– … we are teammates there, says Eriksson.

It was during the World Cup summer of 2019 that they were captured in a photo without knowing it.

That made Magdalena Eriksson and Pernille Harder more than "just" football players.

The players were already big names at the time. But a picture of them kissing after Sweden's round of 16 win over Canada – with Harder cheering from the stands in a Swedish national team jersey – went viral on social media, making the duo frontrunners and role models for inclusion, equality and LGBTQI issues.

There are few topics they have dodged over the years.

Is it a role you took because it landed on you or something you chose yourself?

– It's hard to define, says "Magda".

– Because before that picture in 2019, it was ... it wasn't that we weren't open with our relationship and what we stand for if someone had asked us, but after that picture we became "the couple in women's football."

She didn't understand that it would become such a big deal, the midfielder continues.

– I think we had both lived a little bit in the mindset that “we're not that important, no one really cares what we have to say or what we stand for”. But then all of a sudden you were in the spotlight yourself.

– It really was a turning point. But I have grown a lot as a person from it, it has opened up perspectives for me and I have felt a responsibility – which I have wanted to take – because I feel that it actually matters.

Pernille Harder remembers how she came back to her hotel after that World Cup night.

Denmark wasn't even in the championship. Yet notifications kept pouring into my phone.

– I saw on my Instagram that I had gained 20,000 new followers! It was like “what happened?”

– After the picture, we also felt that “okay, we have a platform – we can make a difference”. We understood that we can help people who look up to us.

People from all over the world contacted the players.

– We have started to reflect more, says the striker.

– As a woman, you can sometimes feel unprivileged, we have long fought for equality, but now I discovered that we are actually a little privileged – because “Magda” and I have been able to be open together. No one in our families thinks it is wrong, we have really been able to feel very safe. While there are others who do not feel that way at all.

Today, they are both part of the Common Goal initiative, a global movement where football players donate one percent of their salary to social causes, in the case of the Dane and the Swede to the US-based project "Play Proud".

– They train coaches on the youth side. What language should you use? How should you talk to young people about LGBTQ issues? How do you create an inclusive environment? says Magdalena Eriksson.

Pernille Harder fills in:

– It can sometimes be difficult to change an environment, especially in men's football, which has historically been macho, and where you haven't even been allowed to talk about feelings. But if you start from the beginning, then it can give something.

– I also think you can already see that in the younger generation that has started to come on the men's side, they are much more open about their feelings, pressure. I really think that is a first step.

Magdalena Eriksson and Pernille Harder are not the only women's soccer players fighting for something bigger than themselves.

The Swedish national team alone contains some of Sweden's most prominent voices on gender equality issues.

When former national team captain Caroline Seger ended her career last fall, she had one wish :

– I hope that the generation that comes later will not have to scream all the time, she said.

What do you hope to leave behind the day you retire?

At the café in Munich, Magdalena Eriksson overpowers German regulars and a loud espresso machine:

– I really hope that you can leave an environment where you feel respected and seen as a professional athlete. Because I think it has taken a long time to change the perception of women's football; we are actually professional athletes. We live and die for our sport.

– Having previously felt that people had mocked it and not respected it, it was incredibly tough.

Women's football has grown explosively in recent years, not least in Europe. But it looks different in different countries and different clubs. There is still work to be done, nothing comes by itself, notes Pernille Harder.

Magdalena Eriksson again:

– Then there are some values ​​that women's football stands for that I really hope will remain. It's cool to see so many players standing for different things, having different passions, projects underway. I hope that enthusiasm doesn't disappear just because more money comes in.

The interview time is running out, the two Bayern stars have to make it to a photo shoot with a sponsor in another part of town.

We end where we began, with our eyes on the European Championship premiere.

It will be the third time that Sweden and Denmark meet this year, after double meetings in the Nations League.

In February, Magdalena Eriksson ended the 2-1 match in Odense by giving her partner a big elbow to the face.

Have you talked it out?

“We've talked it out!” says Pernille Harder, laughing.

– But that's also "Magda's" playing style. Not "unfair" in any way, but that's what makes her unique as a center back. That she has that winning mentality and wants to win every single ball.

And what is it like to face a striker like Pernille?

– The difficult thing is that she is so broad in her game and skilled at many things. She is the type of player that you have to keep an eye on at all times, says Magdalena Eriksson.

It will also hit Geneva, they say.

Magdalena Eriksson laughs and says almost in chorus with Pernille Harder:

– It will be something we can tell our grandchildren about.

[ducksido]

Hi! South Georgia yuu requester here! I did mean the U.S state! I meant like a country/southerner yuu, similar to like Epel or something! Like same accent. So like with sweet tea and such. Based on like Florida/georgia/Alabama as references! Sorry for the confusion

(florida person wrestles a gator)

Southerner!Yuu

Grim:

"What the heck is sweet tea, and why is it so sugary?! Wait—why do I like it?!"

Thinks hunting gators sounds badass. Wants to try. Immediately regrets it.

"You can drive a truck? Where did you even learn that?!"

The NRC Student Body:

"You mean to tell me you wrestled an ACTUAL alligator once?!"

Confused by Yuu calling everyone "sugar" or "darlin’."

Tries Southern food once. Never recovers. "THIS IS SO GOOD."

"Wait, y'all hunt for fun?!"

Crowley:

"Ah, Prefect! Your Southern hospitality is quite charming!"

Tries to make a speech about NRC’s grandeur. Yuu interrupts: “Bless your heart, but you’re talkin’ out both sides of your mouth.”

Now terrified of Yuu’s sharp tongue.

Crewel:

"Your fashion sense is… rustic."

Impressed by Yuu's ability to sew their own clothes.

Yuu: "Back home, we just slap some duct tape on it." Crewel: horrified.

Trein:

Mildly horrified by how casual Yuu is about dangerous wildlife.

Yuu: "Yeah, bobcats’ll come up on your porch sometimes. Just gotta stare 'em down." Trein: "I BEG YOUR PARDON?!"

Loves Yuu’s respect for their elders, though.

Vargas:

Loves Yuu’s stamina. "You ran how far just ‘cause you were bored?!"

Yuu: "Back home, we had to be fast ‘cause of wild hogs." Vargas: "...What?"

Sam:

"Now this one knows how to barter!"

Yuu casually gives him gator teeth and asks for a discount.

Has a whole Southern food section in the shop now.

Heartslabyul

Riddle:

"You put HOW MUCH sugar in your tea?!"

Southern manners impress him at first, but then Yuu says, "Rules are just guidelines, sugar," and he almost explodes.

Ace:

"Wait, so your idea of fun is sittin’ on a porch and tellin’ stories?"

Loves learning Southern slang just to annoy Riddle.

Deuce:

Respects Yuu deeply after hearing they fought a raccoon once.

Picks up a slight drawl without realizing.

Trey:

Obsessed with Southern baking. "What’s a pecan pie?" Takes a bite. "I need this recipe."

Low-key adopts Yuu as his baking apprentice.

Cater:

"Omg, your aesthetic is, like, cowboy core!"

Uses filters to make himself look tanner and says, "I’m basically Southern now, right?"

Savanaclaw

Leona:

"Hmph. You grew up around wild animals? Good. You won’t freak out around me."

Secretly loves how stubborn and blunt Yuu is.

Yuu: leans back in chair, arms crossed. "I ain’t movin’ ‘til I win this bet." Leona: grins. "I like you."

Ruggie:

“You make biscuits from scratch?! I gotta try ‘em.”

Team-up of chaotic country and street smarts. Unstoppable.

Jack:

Thinks it’s impressive Yuu grew up working outside.

“You used to run through swamps? For fun?!”

Gets competitive about physical labor.

Octavinelle

Azul:

"You grew up near the ocean? Excellent! Tell me more about these seafood dishes."

Tries to trick Yuu into a contract.

Yuu: sips sweet tea. "Now, sugar, I ain’t fallin’ for that." Azul: panics.

Jade:

"You’re comfortable around dangerous creatures? Fascinating."

Wants to hear all about gators and venomous snakes.

Probably takes Yuu mushroom hunting.

Floyd:

"GATORS?! I WANNA FIGHT ONE!"

Thinks Yuu is the funniest person alive.

Constantly steals their cowboy hat.

Scarabia

Kalim:

“You have huge family reunions too?!”

Loves Southern music and insists on dancing with Yuu.

Jamil:

"Your food is... surprisingly good."

Mildly horrified by deep-fried everything, but secretly enjoys it.

Pomefiore

Vil:

Judges Yuu’s fashion sense intensely.

"At least you have naturally good skin from all that fresh air."

Rook:

"AH, MON AMI! A CHILD OF THE WILDERNESS!"

Obsessed with Yuu’s hunting skills.

Epel:

Instantly best friends.

“FINALLY, someone who ain’t afraid to get their hands dirty!”

Ignihyde

Idia:

"Wait, you grew up in the middle of nowhere?! That’s terrifying!"

Intrigued by ghost stories from the South.

Ortho:

“You have a twang in your voice! That’s so cool!”

Loves hearing about country traditions.

Diasomnia

Malleus:

"Your people fear ghosts? Interesting. I would love to hear more."

Wants to visit the South to see the swamps.

Lilia:

"Ah, Southern food! I have tried it before! I think I made ‘gumbo.’"

Yuu: "How bad was it?" Lilia: "...Very."

Silver:

Enjoys hearing Southern folktales.

Confused when Yuu calls him "sugar" but doesn’t hate it.

Sebek:

"YOU HAVE STRONG FAMILY VALUES?! ADMIRABLE!"

Takes it way too seriously.

RSA & Noble Bell

Neige:

"Oh, Southern fashion is so cute! I want a hat like yours!"

Loves how friendly Yuu is.

Chenya:

Constantly steals Yuu’s hat.

Calls them “cowpoke” just to be annoying.

Rollo:

Disapproves of deep-fried butter.

Confused but intrigued by Southern Gothic ghost stories.

More Southern Yuu Chaos

"Ma’am/Sir" is an automatic response. No exceptions.

Owns at least one pair of cowboy boots.

Knows how to two-step, whether they admit it or not.

Thinks NRC needs a proper barbecue.

Calls people "darlin'," "sugar," and "honey" with both affection and passive aggression.

Will throw hands over bad sweet tea.

[leonsliga]

2024 Recap: Neuller Edition

↳ 24.01: everyone’s favorite idiots in love seeing Raphaël Guerreiro’s goal and immediately doing the most sensible thing they could think of: leaping into each other’s arms and holding on for dear life

↳ 02.02: Manu waxing poetic about his special bond with his decade partner in an interview with Bild

↳ 03.02: Thomas reaches his milestone 500th win with Bayern and Manu makes damn sure the entire team celebrates it (including Thomas who’s trying to be all modest about it)

↳ 24.02: alllll the post-match snuggles after a win against Leipzig

↳ 05.03: because no Bayern win is complete without a celebratory cuddle

↳ 18.05: Manu & Thomas hold hands after their match vs. TSG Hoffenheim

↳ 15.06: the decade partners attend the Adidas Three Stripes Festival together, as German law intended

↳ 17.06: Manu discusses his close relationship with Thomas during a Euros press conference

↳ 06.07: comforting each other after Germany is knocked out of their Heim-EM

↳ 15.07-21.08: Germany’s dads proving they’re the ultimate package deal by retiring from international duty within a month of each other

↳ 29.07: dare I say the reunion of the decade?!

↳ 29.08: gentle parenting tf out of Jamal

↳ 01.09: Thomas scores during his 710th competitive match for FC Bayern and Manu runs the length of the pitch to celebrate with him 🥰 complete with an almost-kiss because it wouldn’t be Neuller if there wasn’t one. And of course we can’t forget Manu’s post-match presser where all he did was talk about Thomas:

or how Thomas thanked him for celebrating the milestone with him

↳ 02.09: the ultimate neuller canon event: Thomas ✨confirms✨ he’s been married to Manu for 15 years and Manu pens a 4-paragraph love letter to him on the same day. But wait! There’s more! Manu also gives Thomas a “surprise” gift (and no, it’s not his questionable acting skills) to commemorate his 710th match for Bayern

↳ 14.10: Manu and Thomas’ DFB sendoff Rudi Völler officiates the Neuller wedding vow renewal ceremony (those who get it GET it)

↳ 26.11: a little spooning after a match against PSG

↳ 15.12: Manu discusses his hopes for a Thomas Müller contract extension during his annual fan club visit

[jarofstyles]

Illicit- II

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Warnings- Cheating (H with Y/N), asshole H lol

WC- 3.1k

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“How was the event yesterday?” Niall asked, leaning back in his camping chair. 

The lake view was stunning. Nestled in the foothills of the mountain range, the lake town had always had charm. It was a true small town, despite the string of multi million dollar lake homes, and Harry had found it to be one of his favorite estates their family owned. That’s why he hosted an end of summer weekend there with his true friends. His small handful of trusted people and their significant others- and a few staff with iron clad NDA’s- were invited out to the lake house for the last hoorah of summer activities. Tubing, swimming in the lake or the pool, volleyball, bonfires, even fireworks that he hired out, all of it was being utilized before it couldn’t be anymore. It was similar each year, but this year had a new, important addition.

Y/N, his sweet little thing. 

“Horrible.” Harry grunted, watching as Y/N and Zayn’s girlfriend Hannah combed the bush around the lake looking for wildflowers. “It’s never good. I despise those things, and the fact I have to go to save face makes it even more insufferable.” The events were so drab and dull. Sometimes, in his youth, he’d enjoy the food or the drinks. Winning something at auction. But now it was watered down with people who, quite frankly, didn’t deserve to be there. He could give to charities on his own- and he did- but un-fucking-fortunately, if he showed up then there would be more eyes on it. His presence was just as valuable as his money. 

“Don’t blame ya for hating ‘em. As soon as I got out of them I felt better. But how was Katherine? She splattered you all over her instagram, said she got flowers from ya. Did you?” He knew the answers, obviously, but wanted the confirmation he all too easily got with the scoff and Harry’s head tipping back to finish his beer.  

“Fuck no. I haven’t gotten her flowers since the first date. I left Y/N in my bed, arrived to the event late to get my ear chewed off about how rude it was and dragged around to be photographed even though I’d rather chop off a thumb.” He grunted. “Then I went home, Y/N was asleep so I packed and then… woke her up.” His face grew a slight smirk, remembering how he woke her up with his mouth between her thighs and flowers actually bought for her on the nightstand. He felt awful whenever he had to see Katherine and knew it wasn't something that Y/N liked either, so he wanted to make it up to her whenever he could. The fact that Katherine showed him off like a showpony and lied about flowers she had certainly got for herself was laughable but not at all surprising. 

“It’s so odd to see you like… properly into a girl.” Niall admitted. “I have to admit, though, y’look actually happy. Weird as fuck to see you walk around with a smile after the scowls you’ve become famous for.” It really was. Y/N had exposed a softer, gentler side of Harry that hadn’t been seen before. Before Y/N he wouldn’t have been caught dead with a woman on his lap, and yet he pulled her into his lap whenever he got the chance. Even here. He didn’t give a fuck if his inner circle saw- no, he wanted them to. The need to show off the one girl he actually wanted was overwhelming at times. 

“She’s different.” There was no use in denying how much he really loved Y/N. It was obvious, written all over his face when she was around or even mentioned. She’d taken the stiff iron walls of his heart and turned them into soft molten fluff for her to mold. There wasn’t much shame he had, except for having to hide her for a bit. “I just want this contract to be over so I can move it along. She’s halfway moved in but I want her there all the time. Just can’t have her fully there because… y’know.” Because Katherine liked to show up unannounced sometimes and demand attention. He never really did, sending her off with the excuse of work, but once he got serious with Y/N he had his locks changed and a lack of care that increased as the days went on. 

Harry was an awful boyfriend to Katherine and he simply did not care. He hoped that she would come to her senses and break up with him but apparently, the perks of being attached to his name were too good to give up just because he was mean, didn’t give her attention or affection. He’d refused to kiss her besides the cheek and told her that he didn’t care if she got it somewhere else, but he was on a ‘sex ban.’. Ironic, considering he was the most thoroughly sexed he’d been in his life. Sometimes he felt a tad bit of guilt, just knowing how his mother would feel if she found out how awful he was to her- but she didn’t like the girl either! 

He was desperate for this to end so he could introduce her to Y/N. The woman he was certain he was keeping for as long as she let him. Harry was a possessive man and intended on that being forever, but he cared about her too much to lock her into a secret engagement. She deserved to be able to show off and tell the world- and so did he. 

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. It’s good there wasn’t an infidelity clause, he was dumb as fuck for that. It’s a shame cause she’s a pretty girl, could probably find some other new blood to stick to and make her money that way. But I get why she’s sticking to you. All those people wanting a slice of your empire must be fucking exhausting.” Niall was wealthy, his family going back a few generations short of Harry’s own, but it didn’t have the public notoriety that his did. He often wished that was the case for his legacy. 

“Wish she would just have a real moment of clarity and realize no money is worth this, that she could be getting dick and designer bags and someone else to dote on her. Not me. Never will be me. But, in just a few months it’s not my problem and her arse will be on the curb whilst Y/N will go public with me.�� He didn’t plan on waiting very long for that. Perhaps it would be in bad taste to only wait until a day after a public breakup but he would do it if Y/N didn’t have some weird guilt surrounding Katherine. 

Their conversation was cut short by a call of his name, his beaming girl approaching with a basket of wildflowers in her hand. His heart stuttered, his scowl falling to build up a soft, fond smile. His arm opened and he patted his lap, motioning her to sit pretty on his thigh and drape her legs over him- which she easily did. Her breezy, cornflower blue dress hit just above her knees and the off the shoulder cut showed off a nice amount of skin. A necklace she had gotten from him, a sunflower pendant with an H etched into the back hung perfectly on her neck, glistening in the setting sun. The floppy sunhat looked fucking adorable on her, pushed back enough to ensure it didn’t hit Harry in the face. 

“What have you got, my love?” He asked tenderly, hand folding on her thigh and tucking under the hem of her dress. An intimate hold, but they were in their own safe place. As soon as he went public with her, he was going to show the world just how much. HE wasn’t necessarily the public type, but he had no qualms with letting people see Y/N on his arm, draped in jewelry his money bought, on his yachts, in his businesses, with his ring, and hopefully, full of his child. He couldn’t think about the last one for too long without getting hard, though, so he reserved that for later. 

“We got a little bouquet for the table for dinner. Love the flowers you got too, but it feels nice.” Her hand stroked through his ungelled hair, loving the curls they formed whenever he was unstyled. He left it like that specifically for her, and she took advantage of it. “My mum and I would do it every summer, we had that flower garden. Remember the photos?” Harry nodded, he did indeed. He would be building her her own whenever he could propose and they moved further out of the city. “Yeah, good! So, we got some and m’gonna go ask Ms.Greta if she’s got any vases. We’re eating outside tonight, yeah?” 

“We are. Proper grill out. I think she does have some, I don’t remember offhand what we’ve got here but-” He squeezed her leg, letting his fingers press into the warm flesh. “Before y’go and do that, think you forgot something.” His expectant look was clear on his face. Y/N gasped, quickly remedying the situation as she curled her hand around his strong jaw and tilted it so she could connect their mouths for what she intended to be a chaste kiss. Harry had different intentions. Instead, he snuck his tongue into her mouth and used his hand to cradle the back of her neck, slightly damp with sweaty hair, keeping her to his mouth. He was never one to half ass, even when Niall began to fake gag. 

“Alright, fucking christ. Swallow her whole, why don’t you!” Niall continued to make childish noises but Harry continued, ignoring his friend as he hummed against his girl’s mouth. He had few places he could actually do these sorts of things and he’d be damned if he let anyone tease him out of it. This was the woman he wanted more than anything, and he liked the tiny glimpses he got into their possible future. 

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“I like this.” Y/N mumbled into his chest. The day had dwindled down and she was sitting on his lap in front of the fireplace in the master bedroom. Harry’s chest was bare as her cheek rested against the smooth expanse, the middle of it covered in a thin layer of hair. He’d started to let it grow since they’d begun to see one another when Y/N expressed how much she found it sexy, and Harry was one to please her when she said things like that. “Not having to hide. I can’t wait until you can be mine for everyone to see.” Her lips brushed his pec, pressing a chaste kiss there.

Guilt swarmed inside his stomach like a disturbed beehive, making him swallow down the lump in his throat. While he felt no guilt at all for the supposed infidelity towards Katherine, the guilt lied in having to suppress the most incredible relationship with Y/N. He knew she didn’t love feeling like a secret all the time, and while Harry had said he didn’t care if people found out, Y/N had to think of her own reputation. That was what had him ensuring he kept it under wraps. While people would just see him as yet another dumb, horny man? They’d see Y/N as a homewrecker, a slut, every bad name under the sun. Not to mention the online bullying she’d be subjected to by Katherine, her little group and all her naive fans. 

He’d never cared about someone like this before. Yes, of course he loved his family and his friends, but this was a whole other level of care. It went bone deep. Y/N was the type of person you met once in a lifetime. The type you couldn’t let slip through your fingers because you really couldn’t. Y/N was everything and more and Harry was dedicated to keeping her as happy as possible, but the reality was that they had to hide just a bit longer. 

“I know, my love.” He said quietly, trailing his fingers over the crown of her head. “It’s hard right now. I never anticipated meeting you or I never would have… Wouldn’t have taken the deal.” The words were murmured just for her, eyes searching her own to try and gauge her emotions. She didn’t seem particularly devastated, but there was still that undercurrent of sadness that made his chest twinge. “I know I’ve told you time and time again about how much I am obsessed with you, how you’re the woman I want… But I can’t wait either. You’ve not even a clue about how much I look forward to showing you off.”

While he had complained of Katherine doing so, it was a whole other ballgame when you truly adored the person and felt proud to be theirs. 

“You do?” She peeped, eyes rounding as she peered up at him. Sometimes she was so fucking beautiful that it felt like a hit in the stomach. She was clear of makeup now, showing off her natural features. He loved seeing her in any capacity but this had to be his favorite. Private, intimate, bare. Her hair in two messy braids but still managed to have some strands in her face. Her lips were soft and plump, the overnight mask on them that she had tried to explain to him and he still had no clue what it did other than make his girl happy- his Y/N was his gift. He knew he didn’t deserve her but he never claimed to be a good person- He would keep her forever. Some could call him intransigent, but he wouldn’t argue. 

“Of course I do. Look forward to everyone seeing you on my arm. I think it will be apparent that I’m pretty far gone. People will wonder what magic powers you possess.” He laughed through his nose, leaning in to kiss the side of her head. “You just bewitched me, sweet little thing. Had me in knots when you blocked me, y’know that?” His smile grew. “Never wanted to talk to someone so badly in my life.”

“From what I knew, you had an actual real girlfriend!” She defended adamantly. “And then you basically locked me into a room with you to explain yourself. Scared the shit out of me. Y’know, there were rumors that people thought you were some sort of mafia boss.” She snorted. “Kind of believed it for a bit. You’ve got the whole, tall, dark and handsome thing going on. Mysterious. Kind of a dick.” She yelped when he lightly pinched her side, erupting into a fit of giggles. “Hey! No. You’re a handsome asshole. And to your credit, that was the last time you were all weird with me. Once I believed you, you became a sweet little thing.” Her voice cooed as she reached up to pinch his cheek like a grandmother would, making him roll his eyes.

It was true, though. He’d met her and it hadn’t gone so well in the beginning. His reputation for being cold and callous to new people, to most, actually, didn’t help when his interest in her spiked. He remembered very clearly, watching with a drink in his hand as she laughed with some of the girls. Grinning wide and showing teeth, making his chest do the weird pitter patter it usually did now when he saw her, but the first time had shocked the hell out of him. He’d never had that sort of reaction to someone before. Sure, he found people hot and experienced lust, but it was the first time in his life he craved conversation. To be nosy. So he hunted her, cornered her like prey and had him picking her brain for a while. He’d been gaining momentum, touching her and getting her a drink , and she had been into it until someone whispered into her ear on the way back from the bathroom what he assumed was the information that he was ‘taken.’ 

So what? He had gone through drastic measures to convince her to see him again, even showing her the contract that was notarized. 

“A mafia boss?” He snickered, raising a brow. “Not a chance. Though I appreciate you thinking I’ve got what it takes. No, unfortunately it’s just the multitude of legitimate businesses in my empire, my darling.” His smile grew warm, watching her return it. “Though, if that’s something you want to roleplay in bed, I’d not be opposed.” 

“Of course you wouldn’t be, perv.” With a roll of the eyes she patted his chest. “Never met someone so dirty in my life. Energizer bunny must be a sponsor of your cock because I swear, even being older than me you’ve got more stamina.” It was the truth, but she didn’t grasp how it was just for her. He used to be satisfied with a fuck or two a week, he could go without it if he went to the gym. Being with Y/N changed him to an insatiable beast, but she was his willing accomplice. 

“I don’t see you complaining when my cock is in your pretty cunt and you’re crying for me t’let you cum. Begging Daddy to let you cream all over my cock, because you tend to be a messy little girl. At least m’nice enough to let you.” He said with a straight face. There was no comment about how he could feel her clench on his thigh, but she already knew he could. His filthy mouth couldn’t be competed with and thankfully, Y/N had a thing for dirty talk.

“Alright- jesus.” Y/N whined, burying her face against his chest. “Don’t get me worked up now. I’m a little sore, someone took it out of me in the shower.” The grumbled words made him smirk, smugness and pride evident on his face. If she was really hurt she would let him know and he would grovel on his knees to make it better. “If you take it easy, I think you could have me in the morning. Wake me up with it.” A treat for the man, considering he adored watching her eyes peel open and a whimper sounding from her sleep swollen lips as he slipped in and out of her warm insides.

“Hm. I suppose that’s a fair deal.” He signed, acting resigned as he tugged her closer to him. “I’m lucky to have you, my minx. Always so good to me.”  Even more than he deserved. 

[ringotheman]

hear me out, Phantom Of The Paradise Scooby Doo Episode.

i'm not a writer, forgive my ramble

pre-intro sequence is the Juicy Fruits dress rehearsal with the car exploding, pretty much untouched except no one dies bc it's Scooby freaking doo. winslow evil laugh

Mystery Inc is on the case bc one of the boys is becoming a roadie for The Paradise, i think Fred would for sure be a Juicy Fruits fan (maybe the rest of the band too but he stands out to me) and maybe we get a little exposition about it and Death Records, maybe Daphne is a Swan fangirl??

on the way in they run into Philbin trying to convince the juicy fruits to stay, saying they're under contract. but they're leaving out of fear. they ask em what happened, they tell em about the rehearsal- Philbin asks "if not you, who else will sing Faust in The Paradise?" and they're like "idfk man ask Swan" and Daphne is like "is swan HERE??" and Philbin is like "he's everywhereee wooaaahh" or something creepy idk.

I'd want a scene where they don't meet Swan straight away and have him talk to the gang through his weird shadowy box. keep a lot of his like, mysterious type, maybe red-herring kind of character? maybe during the audition scene where Phoenix fucking slays? i dunno when exactly but having someone go "Zoinks, that guy gives me the creeps!" would be cool for his character i think.

From there i think we could have a split-up section the episode. maybe a scene where they find the tape of the car scene and the zoom on Winslow. I think they'd probably meet Swan while snooping around, Swan would indulge them with the promise that they'd get rid of his "phantom problem". (could have a one-off joke about no flash photography???) Daphne and Velma could overhear Phoenix singing either in auditions or like, backstage and have a line like "jinkies, she can really sing! she must be the lead" and have Swan be like "no, no. she's just a background singer" and then they're like "oh, what a shame- who is the lead?" and that's how they introduce Beef and The Undeads. i think Beef would get along great with shaggy and scooby so maybe there's some shinanigans to be had there.

having Scooby and Shaggy sneak around and find Winslow in the sound room he got locked in (maybe even bricks or morter around as a clue??? maybe pages of the rewritten cantata and they're like "hey scoob, this is written for a girl- but Beef is the headliner!" or smthn) and have that become a chase scene. also in terms of clues, maybe one of the gang could find a torn piece of the banner Winslow puts over the juicy fruits banners at the very beginning, maybe it just says "Win" or "Faust" like not enough to be a real clue but it circles back just enough for the explaination at the end.

so we get the opening night of The Paradise, Beef is preforming and the light falls on him just like in the movie, but again he doesn't die bc it's scooby doo. big chase, big deal, oh no. following day/night, Swan is delighted by the show, he thinks it was great. Velma throws sus on him bc "maybe he's doing it for the publicity." but regardless, Beef's injured, he can't preform. Swan's like "that's fine, i'll just preform with Phoenix" and in THIS version Phoenix hasn't gone on stage yet so its kind of a surprise Swan's giving her a chance. Fred's like "ok it's time to set a trap" and the trap would be during the wedding show, and you can have shaggy and scooby be playing the backup dancers as the very common dress-up/crossdressing gag scooby doo does. and they roll Winslow up in a big curtain like a bug and he screams in agony and defeat lmao

they unmask Winslow and the gang pulls a "who tf is this" and Swan comes up behind and proclaims "Winslow Leach, the writer of my cantata and a thorn in my side" all dramatically or whatever. then Velma (who knew the whole time bc she's a nerd) explains the backstory of Winslow being in prision and Swan stealing the cantata. then i dunno maybe we could even have a scene of Swan and Philbin getting arrested (like twist villian kinda but not) and Winslow and Phoenix get their happy ending??? for me??? please??? 🙏

anyway it ends with a song from the og cantata they get to finally sing authentically and it ends with Scooby Doo popping out of the piano and saying "Scooby, dooby dooooo!!!" and it's a banger and im a genius

[silentscrying]

🏀 buzzer beater | chapter EIGHT.

nba!gojo x manager!reader || directory. || prev. || next.

summary: you thought you'd gotten rid of arrogant NBA star satoru gojo when he left the curses after your first year in basketball management. but when your contract is up three years later, you find yourself working with him once again as the manager for the sorcerers. as you navigate playoff season alongside long-time friend ieiri shoko and the sorcerers' insufferable star player, you start to realize his sudden departure from the curses may not have been what it seemed, and maybe gojo isn't exactly the person (or player) you thought he was, either.

warnings: language, alcohol, manipulation, ~conflict~, pining but you won't admit it to yourself, cringe contact names, excessive use of em-dashes and italics. || sfw. 3.4k words.

OH, FUCK THIS.

You’re at the stadium, and there’s chai all over your shirt.

This morning, Nobara was waiting in the lobby with drinks for you and Ieiri, because she’s an angel on earth. “Chai tea latte,” she said as she handed it to you. “Oat milk.”

Half of it was great. The other half is now rapidly soaking into your blue Sorcerers polo. It might not have mattered if it was the black one, but this is very much visible.

In the bathroom, you frantically try to sop up the mess with paper towels, rooting around in your bag for a Tide stick or something.

And then your hand touches something soft. And you swear long and violently under your breath.

Because you don’t have time to run back to the hotel or even to a nearby store. You have to be on the court in five minutes.

But you do have another shirt.

Your cussing isn't quiet enough, apparently, because Ieiri pounds on the bathroom door.

“What are you doing in there? Are you dying?”

Groaning, you yank the shirt over your head and tuck the front of it into your pants. It fits perfectly. It makes you angry.

You swing open the bathroom door and wordlessly hold up your chai-splattered shirt. Ieiri looks at it, looks at the shirt you’re wearing now, and covers her mouth in a failed attempt to stifle her laughter.

“Not. A. Word.”

You’ve been doing most of your work from local coffee shops the last two days, taking only your computer bag and wallet, so you forgot to take the stupid Limitless shirt out of your game bag. And you don’t know if you should be grateful for your own lack of remembering or pissed off that you’ve put yourself in a position that’s just begging Gojo to give you shit.

Ieiri can’t keep her smirk under wraps and you don’t look at her as you make a beeline toward the gym, the team already being announced.

You slip into the gym behind her and come to stand next to Nobara, who immediately clocks your shirt and tilts her head in question.

“I may have spilled chai on my shirt,” you mutter. She gives you a look that says that doesn’t answer my question, and you sigh, raking a hand through your hair and using the buzzer as an excuse to not answer her.

Gojo wins the tip-off again, this time against Choso, and the game rockets into play. To Gojo’s credit, he’s locked in—he doesn’t notice your wardrobe situation until the quarter’s over and the Sorcerers are leading by six.

You aren’t sure what he clocks first, you or the shirt, but his face lights up as soon as he registers what’s happening.

“Lookin’ good!” he calls as he strides over to you, gesturing at your shirt. “Taste. Truly.”

“You’re the worst.”

“You adore me.”

You scoff, and he just grins at you while Yaga pulls the team into a quick huddle. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you open it to a text from Kasumi.

k sue me: [1 Image Attachment]

k sue me: coworkers

Immediately, you scan the home side for her telltale blue hair, but come up short. You zoom in on the photo. It’s a grainy image of a TV screen, focused on you and your stupid shirt on the sidelines.

She must be back in the Midwest already for training. But she’s still making a point to tease you.

you: blocked and reported

k sue me: k sue me :)

You dislike the message and shove your phone into your pocket, ignoring Ieiri’s questioning stare.

It’s a tight game again, but not quite as much as last time. Toge and Yuta play most of third quarter, Hakari most of the fourth. The Sorcerers win by nine, and before you have a chance to congratulate any of the guys, Nobara yanks you and Gojo off to the side and shoves a clip mic into your hands.

“This is a marketing op,” she says, pointing to your shirt and then to Gojo. “And I will not waste it. Okay, on three, make some shit up,” she tells Gojo. Your entire face is flushed, you can feel it.

If there’s one thing Gojo’s good at, it’s being full of shit.

He spouts off a whole sales pitch in the span of ten seconds, then wraps his arm around you and uses the other to point to your shirt with a beam. “Our lovely manager was kind enough to model for us today, and as you can see, it brought us a win.” He points to the scoreboard, and Nobara pans over to it, capturing the glowing orange numbers that prove your victory.

She looks pointedly at you before she pans back, and you force yourself into a smile that you hope doesn’t seem fake. Gojo’s arm is still wrapped around your shoulders, his warmth seeping through the fabric of the shirt and into your skin. You flash the camera a thumbs-up and pretend your heart’s not beating out of your chest.

You wonder if Kasumi can see this happening. God, you hope not.

“Thanks!” Nobara chirps when Gojo finishes yapping to the viewers about the Limitless collection. When she turns away, his hand lingers on your shoulder for a second, two seconds, three. You look up at him and he pulls away, like he hadn’t realized what he was doing.

“Well, look at you,” he says, “repping the brand, letting the world know you play favorites.”

“This was not by choice,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest and hiding the logo in the process. He gives you that shit-eating grin again.

“Aw, Alley-oop,” he says, and reaches out to ruffle your hair before you can duck out of the way. “Wasn’t it?”

—

You're not drunk, but there’s a pleasant buzz warming your blood as you sit at a window-facing high top at your favorite bar, Ieiri beside you and Nobara across the table. You got back yesterday, and Nobara wanted to hit up some of the bars in a joint effort to explore her new city and get to know you and Ieiri better. You could hardly say no. And it’s been fun—you can’t remember the last time you just let loose and had a girls’ night.

Nobara’s gotten surprisingly close with Yuji and Megumi. They’re a little trio, and for all Megumi will deny it, you can tell he values the newfound friendship. You’ve spent the night filling Nobara in on the less public parts of the Curses-Sorcerers rivalry, but keeping out what you know from Gojo and Tsumiki.

In turn, Nobara tells you about her hellish last job at a marketing agency, and also that she’s pretty sure she almost caught Yuji and Megumi making out in the car.

“I fucking knew it,” you say, and Ieiri snorts, sipping a Moscow mule and then running a finger through the ring of water that’s gathered on the table.

“Does Gojo know?” she asks, and Nobara shrugs.

“Probably,” you say truthfully. The girls turn to you, surprised, and you shrug. “I think he’s more observant than he lets on, sometimes.”

Nobara purses her lips like she wants to say something, and there’s enough alcohol in you to dismiss whatever hesitations you have about finding out. “What?” You tap the table beside her glass. “No, say it.”

“You’re just spending a lot of time with him lately, is all,” she shrugs. “For someone who can’t stand him, I mean.” She brings her margarita to her lips to avoid expanding on her answer. You turn to Ieiri indignantly.

“Have I? I haven’t, right?”

She shrugs, like what can you do?

“He’s just all over the place!” you protest. “I don’t try to be around him. He follows me like a puppy.”

“Maybe he’s in love with you,” Nobara suggests offhandedly, and you choke on your drink. Ieiri pounds you on the back, laughing.

“God, girl. You don’t need to choke yourself out to avoid a romantic prospect.”

“Ieiri!” You turn to her, betrayed. “You know how I feel about Gojo.”

She studies you for a long moment, and you wonder how much of the heat in your cheeks is from the embarrassment and how much is from the alcohol. You’ve ranted to her on several occasions about just how annoying and full of it Gojo is. Even if you’re finding out he’s not quite as bad as you’d previously thought, saying you’re in love is a far fucking cry from the truth. You think of Kasumi, of her teasing smile and texts. What’s gotten into everyone lately?

“Yeah,” Ieiri says finally, settling back in her seat, satisfied. “I do.”

It’s late when the three of you stumble out the front door of the bar, laughing and a little tipsy from the drinks. Your apartment is just down the street, a somehow quiet fourth-floor tucked into the city, so you say goodbye to Ieiri and Nobara with a promise to text when you’re back home and then you’re off.

You love the city at night, especially in your neighborhood, away from the tourists with their screaming kids and stereotypes, and you take your time walking back, letting a cool night breeze wash over your alcohol-warm face.

So much is happening that you should be thinking about. The third game in the Samurai series, this time at home. Winning. The championship bracket. Work. Cleaning your kitchen—and you have to do laundry this week, and get groceries, and you should call Nitta back at some point.

But the only thing you can focus on is Satoru Gojo. It’s like he’s taunting you in your mind’s eye, all knowing and teasing. And you’re thinking about Kasumi, and Nobara, and Ieiri, and how maybe they all know you better than you’re giving them credit for, and about Tsumiki saying you’re different, about Megumi explaining why Gojo left the Curses, about his hand around your hand and the way you maybe do like that stupid shirt and about his arm around your shoulders and fuck.

You’ve known for a while now that you don’t hate Satoru Gojo.

But you realize now that it’s a lot more than not hating and something a lot closer to liking.

Your phone buzzes. It’s a link, from Gojo.

six: [Link: TikTok]

six: well aren’t we cute

It’s the video Nobara took of the two of you. You’re struck only now by the reality of your height difference, the way he’s leaning down toward you, arm around you like it’s natural. Habit.

Do you want it to be?

No, no, no.

You’re only two blocks out from your place when someone calls out from behind, yanking you from your internal crisis. You nearly drop your phone, scrambling to get a grip on it and suddenly feeling warm all over, caught.

“Well, fancy seeing you here.”

You freeze. You know that voice. It’s a voice that shouldn’t be here, especially not right now, not in the height of playoff season—what the fuck?

“Long time, no see,” he says.

And you turn around and come face to face with Suguru Geto.

—

“How have you been?” Geto asks, striding up to you with hands in his pockets like it’s not insane or at all suspicious that he’s on your block when he should be across the country.

“Geto,” you say, in lieu of an answer. He takes one hand out of his pocket, holds it up palm-out like he’s conceding.

“I know, I know,” he chuckles. “Long way from home, huh? Well. I was hoping to speak with you, actually.” He pauses, looks up at the light-polluted night sky, as if taking in his surroundings for the first time. “Though I was admittedly planning on doing it tomorrow. This is a happy bit of coincidence.”

“Is it.” You don’t say it like a question because it’s not.

Geto’s hair is longer than you remember, some of it pulled into a knot at the back of his head, the rest loose around his shoulders. He wears nondescript dark clothing and doesn’t appear to be coming from anywhere specific, and the whole situation unsettles you. It’s like you’ve just run into him outside of work in San Diego. Like you never left.

“Now’s not a great time,” you say. Your phone feels heavy in your hand, and it buzzes again—Ieiri probably wants to know if you got home.

“Apologies.” He’s closer to you now, and you hope you look more sober than you feel. “It’s just a bit of an urgent matter. I have a proposal of sorts, for you.”

You do not want any of Geto’s proposals. He must read it on your face, because he nods understandingly.

“I realize that… disagreement between Satoru and I may have reflected poorly on my character, and I am sorry for that,” he says. “Those were private grievances that I should not have allowed to come out at the court, much less in front of others, and I’m not proud of how I behaved.”

Private grievances? Geto dictating who could or couldn’t be drafted to the Curses doesn’t feel like a matter that shouldn’t concern the whole team. But Geto doesn’t know how much you know.

“I appreciate your apology,” you say curtly. “But I really need to—”

“Next season,” Geto interrupts, softly. That’s the thing about Geto. He can have a full argument without ever raising his voice. There’s something about it that just makes people listen. “Come back to work with us. Manage the Curses again. We’ll pay you ten grand more than whatever you’re making with the Sorcerers, and we’ll win championships.”

You’re fumbling for words all of a sudden. The Curses are doing well this year. You know the manager who replaced you is highly sought after—maybe not so personable as you, but efficient, at the least.

It’s like Geto can read your thoughts. He says, “It’s not the same without you, you know. Mei Mei is effective, but she’s a businesswoman. She doesn’t care about her players the way you did.”

You think maybe having a conversation with Geto has sobered you up faster than the cool night air ever could. “I do care about my players,” you say. “That’s why I’m not just gonna up and leave.”

“Think about yourself for once,” Geto says gently, taking a step closer to you. The expression on his face is almost sympathetic, like he knows something you don’t, like it’s right in front of you and he pities you for not seeing it. “We’re a first seed team. We’re better than we were a few years ago. We’re going to win championships, and then we’re going to do it again next year. With that kind of experience on your resume, you could get out of here entirely, you could move up to league administration, you could do anything you wanted. I’m only trying to look out for you.”

Briefly, you wonder if you are letting your love for this team cloud your judgment. Would you take another job for a pay raise right now, though? You know you wouldn’t. You’re working with Ieiri, with Nobara, with a team that cares about you. And it does feel like working with, not working for.

You never felt that way with the Curses.

“I can look out for myself,” you tell him, wishing your voice sounded more convicted, stronger. It’s the drinks, you think.

“You always have,” Geto says. What the hell does that mean? you want to snap, but you can’t lose it on him, not right now. You should go home. You should go to sleep and forget Geto showed up here, forget all of it, focus on the playoffs.

Is that why he’s here? Trying to throw you off? You’re not the one who’s going to win these games. You’re not the one on the court. He’s wasting his time.

“I have to go,” you say firmly, not leaving room for argument. Geto nods, still smiling that stupid, serene smile. Like nothing ever bothers him.

“It was good to see you,” he says, and he sounds like he means it. “I wish you the best. Just consider the offer, will you?”

And then he’s walking away with the last word, and you’re standing on the sidewalk a block away from your apartment, feeling like you don’t know anything at all.

—

The chaos of a home game day means you’re operating on a wire, brain in a thousand places at once as players pass through the back rooms and calls stream in and Nitta texts you that the Samurai got in and settled without a hassle. Game three, and you’re 1-1.

“Well, look who it is!” Gojo calls, bounding over to your place in the center of the common room, where you’ve been pacing while you field phone calls. Something weird twists in your chest when you see him. Nobara’s voice echoes in the back of your mind. Maybe he’s in love with you. “Are you giving me the silent treatment in real life, too?”

“What?”

Gojo frowns, sticking out his bottom lip like a toddler. He holds up his phone, open to your text thread.

The first thing that strikes you is your contact photo, a shot of you laughing at a team meeting. You’ve seen it before, and you know you never sent it to him. Actually, Nobara took it—did he ask her for it?

But your attention is more caught by the name beneath the circular image. management 😌

You snort. Of course. You wonder what he named Yaga and Kusakabe.

The third thing you clock is that you left him on read.

“Oh, shit,” you say, pulling up the messages on your own phone. “Sorry, I did get the text, I was gonna respond—last night got a little…” In the chaos of the encounter with Geto, you must’ve forgotten to text Satoru back. Oops. You raise a brow and tilt your phone screen toward him, deliberately making him watch as you like his message.

And then your phone buzzes.

suguru geto: Just think about it. :)

“Oh,” you mutter. And then you look up at Gojo, and his face is scarily blank. “Gojo—”

“What the hell is he talking about?” His voice is flat, measured. He’s shutting you out.

“Gojo, it’s not—”

“He wants you back, doesn’t he?” He swallows, hard. “You’re going back to the Curses?”

“What? No, I’m—I mean, yes, he wants me back, but I’m not going to go. It’s not like I talked to him by choice. He just showed up—”

“He showed up? Here? He found you here?” Gojo starts pacing, hands moving from his pockets to his crossed arms to his hair and back again. He mutters a curse under his breath.

He presses his lips into a thin line. “You have to be careful around him,” he says.

“You don’t think I know that?” you snap. “I am perfectly capable of handling myself.”

“You don’t know him!” Gojo says with a sudden heat behind his voice. “He’s—he’s manipulative and vindictive and he gets under your skin and he fucks you up, okay? With his stupid mind games and his—his—you can’t listen to him.”

“I stayed with that team longer than you,” you say, your voice icy. “I know what I’m doing, Gojo. I know who he is. I can look out for myself.” You swallow hard as you realize why the words are so familiar on your lips. It’s exactly what you said to Geto last night.

God, why do none of these men think you can fucking handle yourself?

“What did he tell you? What did he say to you?” Gojo demands, and you feel your own walls going up, indignation and defense clouding your vision, muting your reason.

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“Please.” And there’s something vulnerable in his voice when he says it, something desperate. Like he’s—losing? Losing an argument, losing a game.

“Gojo!” Yaga barks from down the hall. “Get your ass to the locker room. We’re waiting on you.”

He doesn’t move, just staring you with wide blue eyes. You don’t speak.

When he turns away, Yaga catches your eye over Gojo’s shoulder. You can’t read his expression. Before you can say anything, both of them are gone, disappearing around the corner to the locker room.

“Fuck,” you whisper, clutching your phone so hard your knuckles go white.

“Hey,” Ieiri calls as she appears in the doorway. “You coming?” Then she registers the expression on your face. “Hey, what the hell happened?”

You shake your head, shoving the phone into your bag, out of sight. You can’t do this right now.

“Let’s just go watch some fucking basketball.”

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[solselah]

What manifestation is

coming your Way ?

PILE 1 :

You definitely must have been manifesting Hard for abundance, specifically money ! I can see that you may randomly manifest the opportunity to win or get unexpected money, So I would keep my eyes open and definitely try to play a number you’re thinking of or a birthday for some of you. I can totally see that you have a manifestation coming in concerning marrying into money or dating someone with an inheritance!! What I love is that you will both love each other as you’re surrounded by so much joy and fulfillment!! You could have put off manifesting this for a little bit, but it seems renewal is in order ! This will be coming your way pretty fast ! I would say 6 months to a year and for a few it could be almost (4) years !! Potentially due to accomplishments like graduating from school or even A work contract.

It will come to pass and this is your heads up !!

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PILE 2:

Immediately, I can see that someone else’s manifestation is attempting to come your way ! It looks like this is someone you are attached to or someone who feels soul tied to you. On your end, I see you calling out BS & being honest about this person's co-dependent relationship with you. This person is simply manifesting YOU back in their life, So this is a clear signal to call them out on it or simply ignore the call ! Beat ‘em to the game 😉

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PILE 3:

The manifestation coming your way is described as the ability to move on !! You could have been Alchemizing the energy that has come to you recently, allowing for a balanced energetic change for yourself!! I believe before this manifestation arrives to you, you will have an out of this world epiphany which will give you the inclination to believe something new is coming in for you ! Which is accurate, it’s just you have to make that conscious move to depart from people and environments that don’t fit who you are !! Freedom is important to you and to confirm, you will have the most amazing feeling of relief once you move on or even out for some !! You’re not here for feeling suppressed in any manner and would rather do your own thing always !! Your dreams could have literally helped you manifest this goal to MOVE ON /OUT!!

Good luck to you ✨

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PILE 4:

The manifestation coming your way is the desire to get yourself out of the mud !! You may feel very stuck at the moment & things definitely feel forced, whether that be your happiness or your pure joy. There is just something more to your emotional life right now !!! And you have manifested truth to really see. Without the “rose colored glasses”, you may unravel certain fears and self-limiting beliefs in the process, but for the most part you are freeing yourself from being limited !! Start to look at yourself as a limitless being !! That alone will help to guide the energy into the right space.

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Hope you enjoy ✨

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[peachhcs]

samy was definitely excited and happy for will for the win but sad because her umich boys lost but she can’t wait to watch bc in the championship

one down, one to go

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)

samy's two favorite teams are playing against one another with her favorite boys has her feeling a bit unsure because she knows one will lose and one will come out victorious.

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guys i know bc just lost the championship, but let's not talk about that rn! instead, here's a blurb requested by multiple people about the semi finals win! i didn't get a chance to write this when they actually won a few days ago, so let's just use this to cheer us up about bc's loss :(

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samy didn’t know how to feel seeing her michigan boys crumple to the ice while her boyfriend celebrated in victory with his teammates. the final buzzer left umich with nothing on the scoreboard and boston with an overwhelming four points. the girl’s gaze flicked between ethan and mark in an emotional hug and the freshman trio screaming up at the boston fans who celebrated their victory with them. 

she saw will skate her way, so she hopped towards the glass separating her from the ice. the boy’s large smile was quite infectious as he pulled his helmet up revealing extremely sweaty hair. the girl returned his smile—seeing him so, so happy filled the same emotions into her own system despite feeling bad for her michigan brothers. 

“we won!!” will yelled. 

“i'm so proud of you. congratulations!” samy yelled back. a giggle escaped her lips when the boy tossed over a puck—something he always did for her whenever they won a game. 

“meet me outside of the locker room in like thirty minutes?” the boy wondered and she quickly nodded. will blew her a kiss before skating back to his boys so they could head into the locker room. 

the smile never left samy’s lips watching her friends happily make their way down the tunnel, yet it faded when she finally caught gazes with ethan and mark. the two older boys managed weak smiles in her direction as they passed by her section. 

it was so hard having her two favorite teams play one another in the semi finals because she knew one of them would move on and the other would have to go home. it was even worse when a lot of the michigan boys were leaving for their nhl contracts and wouldn’t be ever playing at michigan ever again. 

samy followed will’s parents into the main lobby where nearly every family waited for their kid to emerge, some ecstatic while others stood near the back with solemn expressions. the youngest hughes went to her phone, texting her parents and brothers updates about the game. 

“jeez, i feel like i don’t know if i should be sad or happy,” hannah found the brunette in the crowd. the two girls shared gentle smiles as the both had similar mixed feelings about the end of the semi finals. 

“i know. duker’s last game, right?” samy wondered and hannah nodded. 

“it’s so, so sad, but i’m also really happy for will and them.” 

“tell me about it. second year in a row michigan got out in the semi finals,” samy thought back to last year’s game and how incredibly emotional everything was because luke got on a plane to new jersey immediately after without much warning. 

“yeah, that was luke’s last game last year. god, i remember that,” hannah frowned a bit. 

some of the michigan guys emerged from the locker room. the expressions on each of their faces were so heartbreaking and ones samy knew all too well. her and her team were destroyed after losing the ncaa finals back in december. 

ethan and mark came out after one another. the brunette watched as they hugged their parents close by before finding her gaze again. all three of their faces held soft expressions as samy went to them. ethan collected her first in a tight hug. 

“thanks for coming, squirt.” 

“i’m sorry you lost. it was a hard game. you guys played well,” samy looked between him and mark. the two older guys nodded. 

“get ‘em next year, right?” mark laughed sadly as he collected luke’s baby sister into a hug too. 

“right. one more year, yeah?” she knew mark and ethan were staying on one more year to finish out college, but that seemed so much closer now that the season was over. 

what would she do without them for her last two years of college? 

in the mist of their hugging, the bc boys came out of the locker room in hollers. their parents greeted them in the same manner. samy glanced at the two older boys—the look in her eyes asking if it was okay if she went over. 

“go, he’s probably looking for you,” ethan snickered, earning a playful eye roll from the girl. 

“you sure?” she wanted to make sure they’d be okay. 

“positive. we’ll be fine. go celebrate with your boyfriend,” mark grinned. 

she finally took their word for it and broke away from them. it didn’t help that she wasn’t that tall to see through the large crowds. a lot of parents pushed themselves closer together as their kids came out leaving the paths to get through narrower and narrower. 

“samy!” will’s voice echoed through the commotion of everyone else. 

she finally saw his tall figure that was no longer in his uniform but a loosely put on suit. as soon as the crowd broke, she jumped into his arms. he swung her around, loud laughter falling from their lips in joy. 

“i'm so proud of you, will. you guys played so well,” the girl gushed. 

“couldn’t have done it without you. you’re my good luck charm,” the blonde littered a hundred kisses onto her cheek as he couldn’t contain his excitement nor the adrenaline rushing through him. 

he’d be riding this high the entire night. 

samy blushed deeply at his words and in response, will pushed his lips onto hers. he didn’t care that there were families all around them and everyone was watching. he didn’t care about the looks from others around them. all the hockey player cared about was winning the semi finals with his girl at his side. 

will pushed his tongue into her mouth, lips molding into samy’s like they were made for each other. his grip was nearly bruising, but the adrenaline in both of their systems was enough to make it invisible. 

loud whistles finally pulled them apart where ryan and gabe watched their friends a few feet away. even mark and ethan who caught a glimpse of the action let out their own hoots for the couple. a deep blush spread across samy and will’s cheeks. 

“i would tease you guys, but since we just won, i’ll let it go for now,” ryan grinned.

“congratulations, guys. you guys played so well,” samy pulled the two boys into a hug. 

“thanks for skipping class to be here,” gabe smiled. 

“of course, i wouldn’t ever miss this,” she rubbed each of their arms before letting them be whisked away by their parents again. 

will’s arm snaked back around her waist, putting her attention back on him, “thanks again for being here. i’m sorry about michigan.” 

samy’s eyes drifted towards ethan, mark, moldy, seamus, nazar, and moldy all lost in the crowds with their parents. it brought back memories of last year again with luke losing his last ever game with his college team. athough, this year, those sad memories were slowly being replaced with happy ones as their kiss from a few minutes ago replayed over in the brunette's head.

getting to share the celebration felt like such a privilege.

“they’ll be okay. i can’t wait to watch you play in the finals,” samy grinned back up at her boyfriend whose eyes never left hers. his lips curled upwards, another smile dancing across his features. 

the hockey player planted a tender kiss to her lips, more loving and slower as he finally slowed down to take everything in. the adrenaline in will’s veins fizzled as samy's lips intertwined with his. her fingers slotted themselves against cheek making the boy grow dizzy with lust.

"i love you, sweet girl," will mumbled into the kiss.

he felt the smile on samy's lips grow larger hearing his words, "i love you more, will. thanks for letting me share this moment with you."

the young couple shared warm smiles with one another, finally pulling apart for now knowing they'd have a lot more time back at the hotel.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

Someone on Gmmtv Reddit posted how many events each Gmmtv artist had in 2024.

https://www.reddit.com/r/GMMTV/comments/1k4n94t/i_tracked_2122_gmmtv_events_in_2024_heres_the/

Based on their analytics it seems like bl pairs event activity seems to peak before/during/after their shows release. Slower periods seems to be due to various factors like filming for other shows, solo work or personal. However there definitely are pairs that just consistently don’t get many events and that may be just down to little or no demand for them. It’s an oversaturated industry with not a lot of jobs to go around, as they say: only the fittest survive.

Thank you for this send anon. I read the article from Reddit with interest and it's quite impressive to see the amount of work that the OP put into to come up with the analysis/conclusion.

For people who suddenly come across this ask - to sum it up, the OP analysed all the BL/GL couples (both official and non-official) from GMMTV and the events they are contracted/attended in 2024. Bearing in mind, some CPs like PerthSanta, WilliamEst (being new) have minimal engagements (although these will definitely change now that their popularity have exploded post P10liners + Thamepo respectively). Similar with JossGawin and PoddPapang (although I am surprised KristSingto have little engagement in 2024?)

And for people who are short in time, I have taken some screenshots of the analysis that OP has done:

(The last screenshot - events per person)...

OP has made a point saying that the events/engagements "drop" when the CPs are busy with filming their series and usually "goes up" when it's time to promote their upcoming series.

OP also made a point stating GLs (from GMMTV) have way less engagement compared to the BLs (but I suspect this will change in 2025 onwards with Pluto/Us the Series being well-received plus the upcoming Blossom Fest Festival!) - we are already seeing all these girls being on the cover of well-established magazines (or them promoting major brands on their IGs - like YSL, Celine etc.)

And to clarify, I think GLs outside GMMTV are way way more popular - like FreenBecky, LingOrm, EngfaCharlotte etc (they are brand ambassadors to major brands?)

However, even taking into account the above - there are definitely some couples/group who are what I will considered elite or top-tier for GMMTV, where their engagements are consistent throughout the year (even if they don't have any series/drama to promote), which I personally think reflects the local market aesthetics (so, Thailand and maybe SEA?)

This includes GeminiFourth, PondPhuwin, ForceBook, TayNew, JimmySea, EarthMix, OffGun and for solo - Win and Nanon plus Tu....

I'm always going to be a FK gal through and through (JD and EM close second!). That's not gonna change. Everyone has their own bias/favs, and as you can tell - I am firmly at the FK camp. I can’t even be bothered by some of the other CPs 🤸…

While I still think FK will make amazing models and are cover magazine worthy (like hello - the impromptu Macao photoshoot??? THEY SLAYED), I'm just thankful that they have an upcoming series for me to look forward and continue my fangirling journey (after all, I fell in love with their acting first, then the bond of their friendship second) - everything else is a bonus.

[theresattrpgforthat]

Any RPGs about being an unethical mad scientist or being a mad scientist's creation? Like creating an orangutan with buzzsaws for hands, a horribly mutated two-headed crocodile, grafting a rocket launcher onto a demon's back, giant biomechanical monstrosities, etc.

THEME: Mad Scientist’s Paradise

Hello, so I have a few games that seem specifically tied to mad science, but I also found some games about mutant animals that are a bit more focused on a post-apocalypse. I hope they are still close enough to what you are looking for!

Metamorphosis BX, by Tragos Games.

Metamorphosis BX is a post-apocalyptical MiniBX hack in which you'll roleplay a hybrid survivor in an ever-changing world in which a cataclysm fragmented time and space. It is light both in mechanics and tone, aiming to be fun above all.

This is one of the games where your strange mutations and abilities don’t necessarily come from mad science; but I think they could, if you wanted them to. This is a game that employs the use of roll-tables and gives your characters both benign and malign mutations, with different sized pools of different size dice for your hit dice. What is interesting is that you have a list of different dice pools on what is called your hit dice double-helix, aka HDDH - taking your highest dice from your dice pool every time you take a hit. This encourages your characters to end fights quickly, or avoid them when you can - and it also makes for a highly lethal game.

Mutants in the Now, by Julian Kay.

In the ‘80s and ‘90s, they ruled the streets, kick-flipping off of villainous faces and slipping into the shadows. Then, they vanished from the world of tabletop gaming.

But they’re back. And ready to KICK BUTT.

Mutants in the Now is a retromodern retake on the mutant animal role-playing games long past and left behind by licensing. Mutants fight to survive, thrive, and make the world better for themselves and humanity.

I’m not entirely sure what the origin of your mutation is in this game, and it seems that’s the point. The source of your mutations is meant to be a mystery, although big tech corporations, alien conspiracies, and psychic ninjas are all on the list of potential bad-guys. The game itself has a multitude of good reviews, with a lot of praise for the flexibility available to you at character creation, and a large amount of love for the random tables.

If this game sounds interesting but you want something a little less scienc-ey, you might also want to check out the Mutants in the Next supplement, which adds in cryptids, mythical beasts, and a post-apocalypse setting to throw at your characters.

CyberRats, by Alex Rinehart.

You are genetically engineered Operatives addicted to Biotech, a glowing gel that gives you superhuman powers. 

The world is being invaded by extraterrestrials known as Interlopers. You have been employed by a megacorp to ensure that the aliens don't win, and that if they are stopped, it's you who does it, and not some rival corporation.

Winning won't be easy. But it also won't be enough. The right corp must get credit.

Can you stop the aliens? Will you sabotage the military to steal equipment and defense contracts from your competitors? How many Operatives will you lose before you taste victory?

Cyberrats, an illuminated RPG.

Here’s a game all about being lab rats - literally! Cyberrats is a fast-paced shoot-em-up about genetically engineered rats addicted to the substance that gives them super-human powers, up against a terrifying alien threat. Your characters can be altered biologically, but also cybernetically, so I have a feeling rocket launchers and exo-suits are on the table here!

If you want to hear what this game plays like, you can check out the Cyberrats Radio Hour, a 30-minute episode full of alien combat and explosions.

Bio-Drones & Cryo-Clones, by ChrisAir.

Bio-Drones & Cryo-Clones is a 48pg biopunk facility-crawl for Mothership RPG, inspired by the body horror of Cronenberg’s The Fly and a twisted take on Metroidvania “save stations.” This zine is the first installment of The Sleeper Crew Adventures zine series.

PCs wake up in the Mountain Forces R&D Facility, dropped smack center into the plans of a scientist gone mad in her love for the dead despot that once owned the world. Players must gather clues, navigate NPC motivations, evade monstrosities before they Become the Mutants.

This is less of a gonzo scenario and more built for fans of horror, putting the player characters in a hostile lab environment and threatening them with a number of mutations as they try to find a way to stop the mad scientist big-bad of the adventure.

This isn’t a standalone game, but rather a module for Mothership, which is a game set inspired by Alien and has many, many different kinds of modules that you can run in many different horror scenarios. This module looks rather extensively developed, with printable maps, a set of VTT tokens, and art for all of the listed NPCs and Creatures. If you want a game full of suspense and horror, you should check out Bio-Drones & Cryo-Clones!

The UPLIFT, by Kurt Potts.

The Uplift is a tabletop RPG about cybernetically uplifted animal heroes saving the galaxy with superpowers! Think Guardians of the Galaxy, but you're all playing Rocket.

You awaken to find you are both less and more, you are both old and new.

You play animals who've been cybernetically uplifted by some mysterious company or lab. Through your adventures you may get the chance to learn why this was done to you, but by then it may not matter anymore. You're a hero and the galaxy needs saving.

Describe yourself in four steps, and let the GM describe to you the situation the crew finds themselves in. You roll 2d6 for pretty much everything you try, with modifiers for advantages and disadvantages. Each character will have one super-power that allows you to add a third d6 to certain rolls, to increase your chance of beating the difficulty score. You can risk personal injury or busted implants on a failure, and then spend downtime later to fix yourself up.

I like that the designer of this game took the basic rules of WSCA games and combined them with tools like clocks and downtime, which are commonly seen from Forged in the Dark games. It allows the players to deal with bigger setbacks during play, because you know you’ll have a chance to fix them down the road. That being said, you can still choose to die a heroic death if you still want to!

Science & Sabotage, by Live Real Press.

You are a team of evil mad scientists, hell-bent on creating a doomsday device that can bring the world to its knees.

Unfortunately, there is competition for the honor. You must finish your device before they finish their device. 

You don't have time to play fair.

This is a game where you actually get to play the mad scientists, rather than their creations. It’s built off of the famous Lasers & Feelings structure, so you just need a d6 or two to play. Race against a rival team of mad scientists to be the first one to destroy the world - or at least, to threaten the world with destruction. This is probably good for a single one-shot, or perhaps, if you want to combine it with one of the other games here, you might want to use this game as a set-up for the event that destroyed the world, or perhaps your scientists are instead racing to be the first to cause mutations on a global scale!

Blister Critters, by stillfleet.

Pick your favorite varmint, grab your dice, and roleplay as a cartoon animal on a radiation-blasted Saturday-morning show!

The humans are gone just like the ozone layer, and the world they left behind is overflowing with danger…

In this innovative and surreal game, you play as a small animal who can wield bizarre mutations called Blisters as well as physics-bending Nonsense powers. These strange abilities—artfully developed within the Grit System—will help you survive in a vast, cruel suburbia populated by fellow Critters and their feral counterparts, Beasts.

The sun will mutate you and give you special powers as you scavenge the piles and piles of loot that the humans have no more use for. The tone of this game is very much like a Saturday-morning cartoon, but you can also turn up the gritty dial and make it about the harshness of this new world if you want to. Blister Critters uses a number of different polyhedral dice, with larger dice assigned to traits you’re good at and smaller dice assigned to traits you’re… not so good at. Your character also has two pools that can diminish: Health and Grit, which represent your hit points and your energy respectively. Your Grit can be spent to power the special abilities given to you by your Blisters, so the course of gameplay will likely require balancing your resources as you work through various obstacles.

The Kickstarter has finished for this game, but you might want to keep an eye on it so you can see when the final product is published. In the meantime, you can also check out the Quickstart, as well as the entries to the Critter City Crawl Jam.

[voxisdaddy]

AGHHHHH- Now I need a part 3 of ice cream because I need to know what the fuck Velvette gonna do!!!! Like manipulative queen ain’t gonna just let you leave the store! And what even is her goal with reader? To date her again? (Kinda want toxic get back together feels fitting lol) Maybe Velvette wants to date the reader again just to break up with them. Or maybe she wants to make it so reader never leaves her! But reader seems soooo done with her but she also seems to kinda miss Velvette! BUT IF SHE GOES BACK TO VELVETTE?! Honestly they both seem to miss each other just as much as they hate each and don’t want to get back together.

Ice Cream

Pt.3 - FINAL

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Velvette x Reader

C/TW: cussing, use of Love Potion, implications of sex

Type: Headcanons

In which we see the new routine between ex's, Velvette and Reader.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She was like a drug. One you couldn't get enough of. That was evident enough to her associates Vox and Valentino. For nearly on a weekly basis they'd find a trail of clothes, yours and Velvettes, leading to a somewhat private room.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ How did things get here? Well, when you have two ex's who are so passionate about one another, love or hate, theirs gotta be some kind of release. Of course it doesn't have to lead to seeing each other regularly but...what were you supposed to do?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You never wanted to see her again. But apart of you craved her.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ When you'd find yourself back in your place at 2am, feeling hot, icky, and used, you'd often tell yourself that this isn't so bad. You're getting the best of both worlds, right? You get to satisfy the carnal need to be with her, and the satisfaction of not getting to see her most days. No strings attached. You made sure of this every single time it happened. No matter how tired you are, how much you may want to lay there forever with her. you always leave.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You didn't always feel like that though. Sometimes you really did loathe the times you'd be with her. You forgot just how much Velvette is. And how petty she could be. That was always most evident she'd invite you over during late nights.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Now what about Velvette? How is she doing with this new change of your relationship?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She thought she knew what she was doing when you guys started going out again. Well it's less going out and more...spending time in. Late at night. Maybe once a week. Where nothing you do is ever love. Where it never lasts that long. Where she always wakes up alone...yeah. She knows what she's doing.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She really thought she did, okay?!

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ That day at the thrift store, she might have went in without a plan but she's quick on her feet. She's observant. She can take something and run with it. She's great at that. And it worked. Somehow she managed to get you to start seeing her again. And by somehow, well...

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She has a love potion, remember?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ That day when she offered you a drink, from her own cup so you weren't suspicious of it, she felt this rush. What should she do first? Convince you to get back with her then dump you? Make the score even? Lock you in a soul binding contract so you can never leave again?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She settled on your visits. It's more than enough. She gets a good fuck and doesn't get to see you for several days at a time. Win win.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Eventually the potion fades but fortunately for her, she doesn't need to sneak you the drug in order to get you back in her room. The love hate passion you have for one another is enough to bring you back most times. Occasionally she'll slip it in your drinks somehow if she needs to. Rest assured, when she does she doesn't take advantage of you though. It's more so to keep you hooked. To keep coming back.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ If you ever caught onto the use of the potion though, she's already a step ahead of you. Vox's hypnosis really comes in handy.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ "Make 'em forget." She'd grumble lowly to Vox.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Remember how I said she thought she knew what she was doing? The weekly sex was enough for her. In her control. SHe can take it wherever she wanted. Until her feelings started to come into play.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She was already acting out on her feelings-going after you and desperate to keep you in reach. She's not a chaser after all. She's a temptress.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ But as more time went on, the more her more emotional feelings wanted to play. She could no longer pretend she didn't feel that heartache when you'd leave her bed as soon as you were both done your business. Those earlier times were easier to ignore unwanted feelings. For several weeks things have felt different. They've been different.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Sometimes she doesn't even leave her bed in the mornings. Those days she spends hugging the other pillow. The one you used to use when you stayed with her. When things were happy. When you were both happy.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Eventually your anniversary was around the corner. Your actual anniversary. Or it would be if you were still together. But you weren't now so... what do you guys even do?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You'd both contemplate this separately.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You guys weren't together. You both in your own ways made that clear. But it felt wrong to not do anything for that special day...

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ The week before your anniversary, Velvette wanted to ask. She wanted to ask so bad.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ But as usual, she just let you leave. This routine you've developed, with the help of the potion at times, seemed so set in stone. If anything changes then you could either be back together or separated for good.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It just so happened to be around that time where she'd have to sneak you the potion again, so you can keep coming back. But with your anniversary just days away, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She knew she shouldn't change this routine. Even if it left you both feeling awful. It still kept you in each others lives in an intimate way. Almost as if you're just a hair apart from being together again. Back when you'd always come back because you loved her.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ But she wanted to know for sure if you'd come back on your own. No potion, no booty call, just Velvette being patient. You'd come, right?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ So the day of your anniversary she waited.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ And waited.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She wanted to text you so bad but knew that in order to get your answer, she had to wait.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She's not calling off work because she has other plans! It's just a needed day off, is all.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Would ordering in dinner for you both be too hopeful? She thought, scrolling through a restaurant menu.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Posting a pic of you and her is definitely too much.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She's only dressing up because she likes to look her best! She tells herself as she puts on a lovely dress that's far too special to be worn any other day.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This isn't the chapstick flavour you always liked her wearing when you'd kiss her. Her lips are just a little chapped.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ She's just scrolling through your last anniversary sinstagram stories because she intends to delete them. She's not...missing you or anything.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Her hearts not breaking as more time passes...it's not.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 12:00 A.M - MIDNIGHT

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Velvette holds back a sniffle as she takes another bite of ice cream.

IM SORRY PART 3 TOOK A MONTH. I deadass didn't know how to end it lmaoo I feel bad ending it off sad. I was gonna make it happy but honeslty a sad ending felt more fitting. Wanted to hurt Velvette more than reader today I guess lmaoo

sorry if some text cut off. I wrote this on PC and for some reason, I only get shown if words get cut off when I'm on mobile :c

also I wrote the last bit, starting from where Velvette wants to ask you about your anniversary, while listening to the sad version of Married Life from Up. I might've cried for this fic guys TvT

[alexbkrieger13]

New article/interview with Pernille.

"So what's the worst?

- Sometimes she goes a little extra hard on me in training, says a laughing Pernille Harder and continues.

- She's been told that. There have certainly been some situations where we've gotten mad at each other. But luckily we always resolve it on the way in the car before we get home."

😂😂😂

https://bold.dk/fodbold/klubber/danmark-k/nyheder/pernille-harder-tabte-em-finale-ikke-min-storste-skuffelse

Pernille Harder lost the European Championship final: Not my biggest disappointment

Pernille Harder has had an impressive career with a multitude of titles. However, one of her greatest experiences is actually a defeat in a final.

December traditionally offers a Christmas calendar here at Bold, and again this year we talk to a wide range of football personalities about their experiences on and off the pitch.

The theme this year is best and worst. It could be best and worst match, best and worst contract offer, best and worst opponent and much more.

Behind the tenth goal we find one of Europe's best female footballers in the form of Pernille Harder.

The Danish world star has been a profile on the national team for 15 years and has led Denmark to great results.

At club level, she has also been unstoppable with a championship nine seasons in a row.

Here she looks back on the many titles, the various ups and downs, and the best and worst of playing together with her partner, Magdalena Eriksson.

Lost a European Championship final Pernille Harder has played an impressive 156 matches for Denmark since she made her debut back in 2009.

Here Harder scored a hat trick in a 15-0 victory over Georgia, and since then she has grown bigger and bigger to the day she stands as one of Danish football's greatest.

But there are both good and bad experiences when you go out in red and white.

What has been the best experience for you with the Danish national team?

- Of course it's the final in 2017. But otherwise it's also that feeling every time you put on the national team jersey and go out and play an international match. It's really big.

- But the European Championship final was huge. I didn't realise at the time how big it really was. It's even more so now when you look back on it and you can really see what a great match and experience it was.

What was it like to be in those days? 

- There wasn't much focus on us at the beginning, but it came more and more the closer we got to the final. There was a lot of focus from the population. Even though we didn't win the final, we were still well received at the Town Hall Square, where we saw how many people there were. It was really a great experience for us. 

Photo: Yves Herman/Reuters/Ritzau Scanpix

- It was also great, as women's football was not as recognized as we wanted it to be in Denmark before then. But being able to feel the support from the population during the final round, and especially at the end of the final round, was really great.

- Despite the defeat in the final, it was great to feel the support and interest that was there for us. Of course, I remember the match itself, but almost more the recognition that we received from the population, it was really great.

Denmark lost the European Championship final 2-4 to the Netherlands. Pernille Harder and Nadia Nadim scored Denmark's goals. Photo: Ritzau Scanpix

What stands out as the worst experience for you when you have been with the national team?

- The worst experience must be when we lost to the Netherlands in the playoff for the 2019 World Cup.

- We have missed many World Cup finals. It was a huge disappointment and a terrible feeling that we didn't make it then. 

But you've lost a European Championship final. How is it that it's a missed World Cup that stands out as the worst experience?

- It is in relation to the expectations and the goals we set for ourselves that we should make it to the final rounds. When we don't achieve that, it is a bigger disappointment than losing in a European Championship final, where the very expectations and goal for that final round perhaps wasn't to win gold.

- So when we can't live up to the goals we set for ourselves, it's a bigger disappointment than anything else. 

- It was therefore a huge relief when I came to my first World Cup in 2023. It was a relief when we qualified.

Points to U16 showdown despite wild matches. Throughout her career, Pernille Harder has always been the one to bet on.

It has been on the national team, but also in various top European clubs, where Harder has been a star in Wolfsburg, Chelsea and Bayern Munich with lots of goals and titles.

What stands as your best match of your career?

- Oh. My best match? That's hard. It must be one where I scored a lot of goals. It's hard to say one. Can't you think of one? Pernille Harder says cheekily.

Is there not a single match where you feel like you hit it perfectly?

- I would say that I have had many of them. So it is difficult to choose one of them. But there is one that I remember. However, we have to go back very, very, very far.

- I think it was an internal U16 international match. It was one of the first matches where I just felt like everything was coming together. I could do anything. I could turn on the opponent and dribble past three players. It was the first time I felt: Okay, what's going on here?

- The national coach said at the time that it was one of the best things he had ever seen.

How was it to hear that?

- At that time, it really gave you faith in the future and dreams of becoming a professional footballer. It gave you a lot of self-confidence.

But in an impressive career, it is also possible to find a highlight, where Pernille Harder especially remembers a match against Manchester United during her time at Chelsea back in 2021.

- You can't remember the games themselves, but I can remember the goals. I scored a really great goal against Manchester United away from home.

- Here I won the ball in the middle and dribbled down towards the goal. I ran past several defenders and chipped it over the goalkeeper. It's a goal that I remember.

Photo: Lee Smith/Reuters/Ritzau Scanpix

What stands as the worst fight?

- I deliver pretty much consistently every time, Pernille Harder laughs and continues. I don't even think I've scored an own goal before.

- But it probably has to be the Champions League final against FC Barcelona with Chelsea in 2021. It's one of the worst matches in terms of the team, where we were behind 0-4 after almost 20 minutes.

- Everything just went against us. There were some strange goals, so it was tough.

Nine championships in a row Pernille Harder is on a wild streak when you look at the number of championships.

In almost a decade, the Danish star has never played a season without finally being able to find the champagne and celebrate another championship. This has happened at four different clubs.

Linköping in Sweden, Wolfsburg and Bayern Munich in Germany and Chelsea in England.

Which championship are you most proud of?

- It's maybe my first with Linköping. It was a title that we fought our way to over a number of years with the same team. We went from being in the top five to becoming the best in Sweden. It was a cool process, which made the title really cool.

- It was over a four-year period when we got a new coach, and he brought in 11 new players. 

- There were many young people like Fridolina Rölfo, Stina Blackstenius and Magdalena Eriksson. We came as young people in 2013, where over three/four years we developed as players and a team, so we won the championship in 2016. 

- It was great to be part of the process that resulted in a championship.

Which title are you most disappointed you didn't win?

- I've played in three Champions League finals, so it almost has to be one of them. It would have been great if I had won one. But the worst is the Champions League final against FC Barcelona in 2021, which I mentioned before.

- It's the Champions League title that I'm most tired of not winning. I also remember my first Champions League final against Lyon, where I actually scored to make it 1-0 in extra time. 

- They managed to score four goals. So it was so close for me, but still not.

Photo: Gabriel Bouys/Reuters/Ritzau Scanpix

How is it that you are missing that Champions League title? Is that something that bothers you?

- It's not something that bothers me in everyday life. I also think that I could have a good life if I didn't manage to win it before I quit. But of course, as a competitive person, it would be great to be able to lift that trophy. 

- It's something I still dream about. It's also great that there's still something to dream about for the rest of my career. So maybe I'll win it. 

Playing with her partner Pernille Harder is not only a star on the court, as she is also an icon outside the chalk lines.

Here she is a role model for many in the LGBTQ+ community, as she herself has been very open about her sexuality. Harder is paired with Swedish star Magdalena Eriksson.

The two met during their time in Linköping, and have since played together at Chelsea and now Bayern Munich.

What's the best thing about playing on a team with your partner?

- The best thing is that we know exactly what each other is going through. We can always be the best support for each other. When one is down, the other knows how to get each other back up.

- We have a total understanding of what each other is going through. For better or worse. That's probably the best thing about it.

Photo: Paul Childs/Reuters/Ritzau Scanpix

So what's the worst?

- Sometimes she goes a little extra hard on me in training, says a laughing Pernille Harder and continues. 

- She's been told that. There have certainly been some situations where we've gotten mad at each other. But luckily we always resolve it on the way in the car before we get home.

You have also played against her in matches with the national team.

- She's disgusting to play against. There's no doubt about that. If she can't win the ball, she'll definitely take a free kick. She won't let anyone get past her, no matter what. 

- It's nice to have on your team, but not so nice to play against.

Gold velvet pajamas However, it's not just about Pernille Harder's many achievements as a football player.

After all, it is an advent calendar, and that is why we have arrived at the most important question of this section.

What is the best Christmas present you have ever received?

- The best Christmas present I've ever received? Uh, it's got to be a bike when I was younger. I got a bike for Christmas, and that's just the one that comes to mind.

- I don't want much more today. Now it's a little cooler to give Christmas presents.

What is the worst Christmas present you have ever received?

- It must have been some nightwear that I once got. I got some gold velour nightwear. I don't need to get that again in the future, Pernille Harder concludes with a laugh.

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Get a Little Feral

In truth, it doesn't matter what, or how, you write - you can spend a whole year picking over a paragraph for grammar and spelling mistakes, and there will still be someone who says you're wrong.

This is because writing is an art; it's filled with your voice, your word choice, your grammar preferences, your visions. It's filled with your language, and you own that language as much as anyone else does.

You get to decide if more better is acceptable. You get to decide if But is an acceptable word to begin a sentence. You get to decide if you should use an ellipsis or an em dash or a semi-colon - each is distinct and can do different things - but even that's up to you. Use them however you want. Want to do a double contraction? Go crazy with all those shouldn't'ves and couldn't'ves.

You can decide to limit your grammar in a single text to just full-stops, commas and question marks, nothing else, like Cormac McCarthy. Heck, why not pare that back even further, and only use full-stops and an occasional comma like Jack Kerouac? Or go the other way, and use so many commas and full stops it looks like your text has the chicken pox. Echo 18th Century fiction with grammar coming out the absolute wazoo. You decide.

You can have run on sentences for a whole page if you want to. You can have short staccato sentences for pages on end. You could even write a whole novel with every sentence as a new paragraph. Maybe you want to throw half your paragraphs to right justify, or centre the whole lot. Italicise whole swathes of the text. Who's going to stop you?

Channel Chaucer. Channel Shakespeare. Get creative with words. You can use all the antiquated or complex language you want - you can use as much vernacular and wild expressions drawn from your culture as you want - and you should, honestly. You can sprinkle through a second language if you have one - or multiple, if you have them. Why shouldn't you?

Perhaps you don't like heroized, and think it should be heroised - write it that way. Don't like the way led looks? Write it lead. Think that pre-dawn in the perfect descriptor for the light in the sky before the sun rises? Use it. Make words up. Use as many of them as you want to. Stack up those adverbs and adjectives. Write descriptive passages that go for pages and pages. Be as purple of prose as you want to be. Get into the weeds with exposition. Want to use a hundred epitaphs for one guy? Do it. A hundred confusing nicknames for your fave lady? Do it.

The thing is, if you're too caught up in doing what's correct according to the approved system, trying to match up to the arbitrary standard of how writing should be - then you're never going to experiment, and you'll be missing out on a whole range of ways to add expression to your work, of finding your own voice.

Honestly - Just write what feels good to you. Let go of the idea that being popular and marketable is the only yard stick of success. You will never win everyone over even if you could be perfect, which you can't, so you may as well go a little feral with language. There is nothing to lose.