#take a shot everytime i said “i'd”

[countlessofvoids]

If you could, what would you change abt Hiccup's adult design?

Firstly, I'd change his height — to probably somewhere around 5'3'. It's to keep him looking like a runt and give contrast in design when comparing him to the antagonists. This would help in making them slightly more intimidating, and continue the theme of everyone underestimating Hiccup because he looks weak. It'd also make his accomplishments even more impressive. "The guy who looks like he'll fly away when someone next to him sneezes, is the 'Dragon Master'? The one who defeated or turned the deadliest of hunters & warlords into his allies?" And I just think we need more short protagonists/characters in general.

For his face, I would have his facial features similiar to his first movie self (but grown-up ofc). And his freckles don't fade. His hair is also like what he had as a teen, but slightly longer. In THW, I like to give him a bit of a stubble (is that what you call it?). Like he's trying to grow a beard, but it won't go beyond the first phase. My intent is to make him look as awkward as possible.

Something I'm bad at in character design is coming up with the clothing, but I think I would use the outfit from his THW concept art. Then add a half of Stoick's fur cape on his right shoulder, or whatever the side that doesn't have his prosthetic leg is. In some scenes I imagine him carrying a book strapped to his belt. As for the dragon armor : not really sure if I want to keep it, at least when it comes to how it works in the movie. It definetly needs a redesign, though. The original is straight up hideous.

[woniebaby]

d r u n k c o n f e s s i o n s ✩ ‧ ₊ b s f ! h e e s e u n g

pairing: bsf!heeseung x fem!reader

genre: fluff, maybe a tiny bit of angst??

warnings: alcohol consumption, skinship, kissing, confessions, yearning, mdni

wc: 2k

summary: you and heeseung have been best friends ever since you two met. however, what happens when built-up emotions and alcohol get into the mix, which leads to the two of you kissing at your friend's birthday party?

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heeseung knew he was done for the moment he saw you walk into your shared friend, jay's, living room. you were wearing his favourite shade of blue, the one that complemented your complexion. he couldn't take his eyes off of you. heeseung wanted to walk up to you and tell you how gorgeous you were.

as you went to greet jay and wish him a happy birthday, heeseung took a deep breath to collect himself. he shouldn't be having thoughts like this about you. about his very own best friend. no, it just complicates things and messes everything up.

he headed towards the kitchen and poured himself a shot in hopes that it'll help him forget you a little. then he poured another one, and one more, and before he knew he was shitfaced, dancing with the others in the middle of the living room. the thought of you far away but still quietly lingering. that was until you appeared right next to him with a huge (and drunken) smile on your lips, the type that lightened up your whole face.

"hee, i thought i'd never find you," you shouted in his ear, trying to raise your voice over the blasting music.

heeseung just smiled at you, grabbed your hands and pulled you closer. the thing is, he was drunk and the reasons of why this thing between you and him could never work were long forgotten, pushed aside by the cheap liquor jake always bought for occasions like this.

"you look beautiful," he wishpered in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck.

you looked at him and laughed, trying to shrug it off and just began to shake your body to the rhythm next to him. heeseung always did this, always complimented you, looked after you, listened to you, and showed up when you needed it the most. it's been five years since you met the boy during your freshman year in college. five years since you were crushing on him, straight from the friend zone. you always had the feels for him, however, you just assumed that a guy like him would never ever be interested in a girl like you romantically. those little compliments that made your heart jump? yeah, that was just because he was a kind person who liked to support his best friend. because he was heeseung, your crazy hot, kind, and affectionate friend. not more, not less.

after a few songs you were desperately in need of a refresher. you tried to signal to heeseung your intention of going to the kitchen for a drink and started to push through the crowd. but suddenly you felt a hand in yours, a bit startled you looked behind you only to see a sheepishly smiling heeseung in your steps.

of course, he's coming too, you thought.

once in the kitchen, you headed towards the fridge to see the available and cooled down drink choises but heeseung stoped you immediately.

"i got you," he said as he begin to mix your favourite drink for you. with a little smile on your lips you sat on the kitchen counter and wathed him. watched the way his arm muscles moved, his little concentraited expression while making drinks, the way he squeezed a lemon slice into the red solo cup. he was unreal. beautiful. breathtaking.

"you're staring," he said without looking at you, somehow feeling your heart-eyes on him. he looked up at you with an expression he always gave you but you failed to interpret it everytime. there was a little bit of everything in it if you dared to look closer; love, admiration, passion, and fear. fear of him never having you the way that he wanted it the most.

's-sorry,' you muttered looking away immediatly feeling your face heat a little bit.

you were way past tipsy and you found your thoughts wander into dangerous territories. like, what would it feel like if hee just walked over to you and started kissing down your neck.

yeah, definitely dangerous territory.

you looked back at the boy who just finished your drinks and began to slowly walk towards you. he stopped one step ahead you and looked down at you while holding out your cup. gosh, even with you sitting on the fucking kitchen counter he towered over you.

your fingers touched as you reached for your cup. he hesitated about letting the it go, afraid of you pulling your hand away. his salvation was found in those little touches between the two of you that was always just a heartbeat longer than they should have been.

the tension was so thick, you wondered whether he might felt it too or it was only in your head.

once you got the cup and took a large sip (to calm your nerves), you looked up. but heeseung, he didn't move, standing still right in front of you. like he wanted to tell you something, like he needed to tell you something.

"now it's you who's staring," you chuckled from behind your cup. and heeseung could've listen to that little noise you made forever. and suddenly, he was done pretending, done hiding. if he wanted to act he needed to do it fast before he chickens out.

"please, don't hate me for what i'm about to do," he whispered, and before you could even understand what was happening, he was on you.

he took that one step seperating the two of you, resting his arms next to your hips on the kitchen counter, and leaned in.

it was just a whisper of a kiss that only tested the waters. lips barely touching but full of the quiet request of hope that maybe you'll reciprocate his feelings.

he pulled back to look at you while still caging you with his arms, searching your face for any sign.

suddenly the fluorescent light of the kitchen, the humming music from the background, and any straight, sane thought disappeared around you. it was just him. only heeseung.

he kissed you. heeseung, your best friend, kissed you.

you had no idea how to react, what to say, where to look. so, you did the only reasonable thing you could come up with (which was later blamed on your alcohol intake) and thanked him in pure panic and shock.

"thanks," you yelped and basically jumped off of the counter slippeng away under heeseung's arm while running out of the kitchen.

what just happened? you thought that the only reason why a guy like him would ever kiss you was because he had way too much to drink. he probably won't even remember it the next day, you tried to console yourself.

you walked outside, maybe a bit of fresh air will help you. to see things clearly or whatever.

you sat down in a secluded area of the garden and a few minutes later you heared the patio door open. you knew it was him, sensed it somehow.

with quiet steps, heeseung walked towards you and sat down beside you.

you didn't say anything, afraid that your friendship was just ruined.

"i-i'm sorry..." heeseung whispered sadly. "if i knew that you'd react that way... it's just that i'm tired, y/n. so tired of pretending that i don't want more." he said it all under one breath.

"what??" you turned to him.

"what what?" he asked confused about your reaction.

"what do you mean by wanting more? you're drunk, heeseung. it was all a stupid oopsie. you don't have to say anything to make it less awkward between the two of us."

heeseung looked at you funny and you swear that you could even hear him chuckle under his breath.

"don't you see how i look at you, y/n?" he asked and when you looked at him, you saw that he was serious.

"what are you suggesting, heeseung?" you asked him afraid of his answer.

"you make me crazy. i think about you all the time, when i wake up, i wonder whether you had a good night's sleep. when i make myself a cup of coffee, i daydream about making you one as well, so we could drink it together on the sofa with our legs are all tangeled up. when i see a cute kitten, i think of you. whenever i go to bed, i wish i could hold you... don't you see it?" he muttered while looking at you with burning eyes. maybe it was because of the alcohol or maybe because he finally got to taste you even if for a second only, but he felt like he must tell you everything.

"you're drunk," you stated. in your head, he could never seriously feel about you this way. it must've been the alcohol.

"i am drunk, but i'm not lying, y/n."

"heeseung, don't say stuff that you'll regret in the morning. this is ridiculous." you got on your feet feeling another urgent wave of running away.

but he followed you.

"i love you, y/n," he screamed after you hoping that you'll finally understand him, believe him.

you froze, slowly turning around to face him. yes, he was drunk, maybe he didn't mean any of this but this... a confession like this... it was over the top, way too serious.

"i love you so much. it's been that way for a while now." he quited down.

"you really mean that?" you asked him.

heeseung looked deep into your eyes when he said, "every word."

"since when?"

"the day that i met you... you were wea-" but he couldn't finish his sentence as your lips came crashing down on his.

he didn't expect it, therefore, heeseung needed a few seconds to realize what's going on, but eventually he kissed you back like a starved man. his hands found their ways around your waist and in your hair, and yours did the same.

the kiss was deep, full of built up emotions and longing finally being released.

he loves you, he said, and you still didn't believe it wholeheartedly but for now, it was enough. you never imagined that you'd ever kiss him, let alone get a confession from him.

when you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. both of you afraid to speak and break the moment. to come to the realization that your actions brought an end to your friendship. at least to its previous form.

"i-" you took a deep, shakey breath. "i feel the same, hee." you whispered onto his lips.

he pulled back and looked at you with eyes wide open, like he couldn't believe what you were saying. "you do?"

you nodded.

"since when?"

"since the day i first met you," you said while feeling yourself blush, the alcohol and its effects long gone from your system after all the crazy and unexpected happenings of the night.

heeseung couldn't help but smile ear to ear as he looked at you.

"stop looking at me like that!" you exclaimed suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze.

"looking at you like what?" he teased while caging you between his arms pulling you close. you burried your face in his chest inhaling his familiar scent.

"like you love me."

"well, i do love you," he kissed your hair.

"so what does this mean regarding our relationship? i mean, you're my best friend after all..."

"it means that we upgraded our relationship to best friends who are also madly in love with each other." he said and began to kiss your face all over making you giggle.

"you're crazy... i had no idea."

"no idea of what?"

"that you felt that way about me," you confessed.

"well, wasn't it obvious? jay and the guys were teasing me about it all the time saying that it's written all over my face." he confessed before launching another kiss-attack targeting your face, hair, and neck. it made you tickle and burried your face closer to his chest in hopes that it would hide you and close off his access to you. he did stop only to pull you tight in his arms. "you're mine now, and i'm yours," he whispered into your hair.

"i've always been yours, hee."

"and always will be," he whispered before pulling you in for another kiss.

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[luveline]

hi bae, just wondering if you could write something like roommate!marauders and reader with anxiety where everytime one of them goes out she gets really worried that’s somethings gonna happen to them and waits up for them and just feels like a burden when she calls to make sure they’re alright and just general anxiety things and them being so sweet about it

love u

love u too♡

cw death related anxiety

“Hey, Remus?” you ask tentatively. 

Your housemate lays across the sofa with his dinner half eaten on the coffee table and a book tented on his chest. He's ignoring both in favour of the television, a rerun of Family Fortunes turning the sofa cushions and his pale skin a light blue. 

He drags his blue-tinged gaze from the subtitles to your frowning. “What's wrong?” he asks. You're surprised he heard you over the sound of Sirius’ stereo echoing down the stairs. 

“Where did James say he was going?” 

“I think he said he'd be at the gym for an hour now he's not in work. Want me to call him?” 

“Why would you call him?” you ask, instead of saying yes, please, like you want to. 

“You're worrying again.” 

They know how you are. It doesn't mean they have to understand —it isn't logical to think James is hurt because he hasn't been home today yet, and none of them are required to humour you in your worry, but they always do. 

You feel sick as he takes his phone from his pocket. You've convinced yourself that James is dead, that his car curled around a bend too quickly on the drive in the rain, or that something happened at the gym, or that he never made it there at all, had a fit in the car park outside of work. Even as you think it, you know it's implausible, unlikely, just a repetitive negative anxiety worming its way into your head, but you can't make it stop. 

James doesn't answer the first time, which doesn't help, and then when he does answer the second time you're waiting for bad news. Remus smiles as he talks. “Hello? Jamie?”

James doesn't need speak phone to be heard. “Remus! I'm at the gym, what's happening?”

Remus wrinkles his nose. “What's happening? Since when do you say that?”

“What's up?” James corrects. “I'm on my way out of the gym, can you talk? You can keep me company while I drive.” 

Remus holds out the phone to you. 

“Remus?” James asks into the room. You take the phone before he can hang up, and decide to be honest, but the words get stuck like toffee between your teeth. “Hello?” 

“Hey,” you say, sending Remus a grateful look. He moves over to make room on settee for you, and his arm wraps familiarly around your shoulders as you settle in. He turns his attention back to his show. 

“Oh my god hey, angel. Remus okay?” 

“I was making him ring you, sorry. I thought… you know what I'm like. It's getting late and you aren't home, and I know I don't have the right to pester you about where you are.”

“Yeah you do,” James says, his voice louder, like his mouth is very close to the microphone. “Course you do. I'd worry too if you weren't home yet.” 

“I do this all the time, though.”

Just last week he and Sirius were out late and you'd panicked that they'd both been hurt. You stayed up until almost one in the morning waiting for them to get home from a music shop in the city, each minute after eleven like a shot of ice water in your veins. Sirius jumped when he saw you waiting in the living room, but then he'd given you a hug and rubbed at your shoulders roughly. You didn't wait up for us, did you? 

“It's worse lately, yeah?” James asks. You hum non-committal, and Remus gives you a squeeze in typical Remus fashion. You hadn't even realised he was listening, but his support makes this easier. “You're worrying about us more.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I don't know why. And it sucks because I know it's making me a lot to deal with.” 

“I would one thousand percent prefer it if you rang me then sat there worrying. That would make me feel better. And Remus and Sirius feel the same way, okay? We could all stand to ring each other a bit more anyways.” 

You rub your nose into your hand. “Sorry,” you mumble. 

“There's no need to be. I love you, ‘n I just want you to be happy. If a phone call can make that happen then why shouldn't you do it? And it's not like they're a big imposition, I like talking to you. We all do.”

James is home from the gym what could only be ten minutes later, and he leans over the back of the settee to kiss your forehead chasely. “Here we are, all safe and well.” 

“You haven't seen Sirius yet,” Remus points out.

“I can bloody well hear him. What is he listening to? Is that U2?” James shakes his head in disgust. “I can see why you were so worried I wasn't coming home. Let me go put a stop to that immediately.” 

[aziscribs]

Okay yall this app is for yapping right? I'm breaking my Tumblr rant virginity today. Let's pop my rant cherry and talk about the scarce representation of Diomedes in modern receptions of the iliad.

There's been plenty of adaptations of the Trojan war littered throughout our modern media, and yet a jarringly few amount of those include Diomedes, and even fewer yet include him as a major player.

This is so weird, seeing as Diomedes WAS a main character in the Trojan war. He had a whole book dedicated to him ffs, and a later book where he's a main player with Odysseus during their night raid of Troy. So why then doesn't anyone care to put him into their adaptations? Why has he been forgotten by modern retellers? And even if he is included into retellings, why is book 5 constantly overlooked? Or better yet– any of the books where he's a main player?

I have a theory (a game theory). Trojan war retellings typically centre around Achilles– or at least he's supposed to be the main, glorious fighter. And Diomedes... He's just too competent, too good, too outstanding. I believe they're afraid he'll overshadow Achilles. Achilles, who spends 90% of the iliad cooped up sulking in his tent, meanwhile Diomedes is out chasing Trojans and stabbing gods while being mistaken for a god himself. Not a good look for brilliant, god-like Achilles. I can assure you this doesn't come from a place of bias, I adore Achilles as a character in the Iliad and I am by no means belittling his feats of strength– but comparing his rage-fueled rampage to Diomedes' book 5 rampage... From an outsider's view, it might make you question the role of Aristos Achaion. And yet, adapting Diomedes' stunning competency in battle buffers that role at the same time.

We've seen the second best, making a fool out of the literal god of war and shaking the Trojan forces to their core, so what more of Achilles, said to be leagues above the rest? What more of Hector, who even Diomedes dares not to fight? Writers shouldn't fear Diomedes, but instead use him as a means to create that hierarchy of power, allowing the audience to truly see where the potential of Achilles lies. He doesn't have to overshadow Achilles, he could be used to indirectly bolster him instead! And in that way, this could help make modern retellings closer to the grand scale of the original epics. I find many retellings lose that... epicness.. of the epics.. for lack of a better term.. and part of that epicness entails the epic scales of strength, especially when it comes to big epic characters like Achilles, and including these power hierarchies and shows of immense strength and battle prowess could help to inject more of that epic-magic back into an otherwise un-epic narrative (take a shot everytime I say epic).

This is, of course, also paired with the fact that Diomedes' feats during the Trojan war are undeniably superhuman and difficult to adapt into live action film, and taking Troy (2004) as an example, many adaptations tend to shy away from including the gods as major players. This restriction of storytelling makes it impossible to truly tell a story about Diomedes, resident god harasser of the Achaeans. And Diomedes isn't the only victim of this– bringing Achilles back into the mix, his little spat with the river god, Scamander, isn't often included in modern media either. However, with the film technology of the current years at our disposal, there isn't much excuse to avoid covering these grand feats. All this to say that if Nolan, disappointing as he already is, decides not to include the full grandiosity of the original epic (given his previous admittedly beautiful feats of special effects and cinematography), I'm gonna throw a hissy fit. But! I digresssssssss

I wonder if you guys agree with me too 🙂‍↕️ I'm no expert, and this is just what I feel based on what I've seen. I'd love to see other people's different opinions on this issue too! 🩷 Peace out my gangalicious gangsters

[wolverigrl]

Party (2)

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

A/N: Please don’t be mad at me, but I think there will only be 1 or 2 (maximum 3) other parts of this fanfic! Thank you all for your support, love, and comments! Much love! xx

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, alcohol and nausea, angst!

Enjoy!

Previous Part

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"What if you were pregnant?"

he asks suddenly, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.

I blink, the question catching me of guard. "What?"

He shrugs, though there's a serious look in his eyes. "I mean, what if you were? What would you think? We've joked about it before, but... I'm asking for real."

For a second, I don't know what to say. The thought had crossed my mind before, but hearing him say it out loud makes my heart skip a beat.

"I think I'd be happy." I say softly, searching his face. "I mean I love kids and if it happened, if we ended up with one, especially with you.." I pause, a smile tugging at my lips. "It'd be like winning the lottery. You're the most amazing dad."

His eyes soften, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. "You really think so?"

"I know so." I say, my voice steady now.

"I see how you are with your kids, how you care. You're perfect. And if it happened... it wouldn't scare me. Not with you."

For a moment, he just looks at me. His expression unreadable. Then, he leans down and presses a soft lingering kiss to my lips.

"You amaze me everytime baby." He murmurs against my skin.

The music was still thumping softly as Hugh and I made our way back to the party after our little escape to the storage room. The air felt lighter between us, the tension gone, but the heat still lingered. I caught Hugh’s eye, and he gave me a playful smirk, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back as we rejoined the crowd. I felt a little flushed, still high from everything that had just happened. His shirt was slightly rumpled, and I knew my lipstick had to be smudged from where I’d kissed him.

It didn’t take long for someone to notice. Ryan and Blake were sitting near the bar, chatting with some of the stragglers who remained. The moment we approached, Ryan's sharp gaze caught the lipstick stain on Hugh’s neck, and he raised an eyebrow. Blake followed his gaze and let out a knowing giggle.

"Well, well, look who’s been busy!" Ryan said with that signature mischievous smirk of his. He pointed at Hugh’s neck, leaning forward with a mock-serious expression. "You’ve got a little something there, mate. Lipstick, hickeys... did someone interrupt you?"

Blake playfully slapped Ryan’s arm, trying to hold back her laughter. “Come on, give them a break. It’s her birthday!” she teased, winking at me. “Though, you guys could be a little more discreet.”

I laughed, the alcohol still buzzing through my veins, making everything feel funnier than it probably was. “Oh, come on! Like you and Ryan haven’t snuck off at a party before.”

Blake threw her head back in a dramatic laugh. “Touché.”

Hugh, ever the composed one, just chuckled and shook his head, his arm tightening around me. “What can I say? You know how it is. She’s irresistible.”

Ryan held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I’m not judging. If anything, I’m impressed. Just don’t blame us if Chris or Scott see you and start giving you a hard time.”

The party had thinned out, most people either drunk or already heading home. I could feel my legs wobbling a bit more than before, the room starting to spin slightly. I had drunk a lot tonight, more than I probably should have. The champagne, the cocktails, the shots - especially the shots with Chris and Scott. I swayed on my feet, leaning heavily into Hugh for support.

“I think it’s time to get you home.” Hugh whispered into my ear, his voice filled with warmth but tinged with concern.

I pouted, not ready for the night to end, my mind still in a drunken haze.

“Nooo, I’m fine! Let’s dance more!” I slurred, tugging at his shirt, my hands brushing over his chest. My fingers wandered lower, more out of impulse than intent, but Hugh caught my wrists gently, chuckling at my tipsy boldness.

“Love, you’re completely wasted.” he said softly, his voice full of amusement. “I’m here sobering up, and you… well, you’re ready to pass out.”

I frowned up at him, my body warm and heavy with alcohol. “I’m not ready to go!” I protested weakly, though my words were slurred, and I could feel my body growing sluggish.

Hugh just smiled, ever patient. “I know you’re having fun, but it’s time. Let’s get you home.”

I tried again, tugging at his collar playfully, but Hugh was already maneuvering us toward the exit, his arm wrapped securely around me to keep me from stumbling. I could feel my legs giving out beneath me, but Hugh, ever steady, guided me gently, never letting me fall.

Ryan and Blake followed close behind as we stumbled our way outside, where a cab was already waiting. “Need some help getting her in?” Ryan asked, though I could hear the amusement in his voice. He was clearly enjoying my drunken state a little too much.

Hugh shook his head, already opening the door and helping me inside. “I’ve got it. She’s just affectionate when she’s drunk.”

Ryan snorted. “Affectionate is one word for it.”

Blake laughed, climbing into the cab after me. “Come on, let’s get you home before you start a new round of inappropriate touching.”

“You’re doing God’s work, Hugh.” Ryan said, a grin on his face as we closed the doors. “Getting this one home in one piece.”

Hugh just laughed. "I'm sure it won’t be the last time."

I put my head on Hugh’s shoulder and put my arms around him, trying to pull him as close as possible to me.

"Baby, I'm still not tired." I slurred, my fingers running over the buttons of his shirt again.

Hugh just shook his head with a soft chuckle, gently catching my hands and keeping them still. “Sure you’re not.” he said, his voice full of warmth and amusement. “But let’s get you home, and we’ll see how awake you are then.”

Once we were settled, the cool night air and the soft hum of the car's engine started to lull me into a sleepy daze. I slumped against Hugh’s chest, my head heavy on his shoulder. The warmth of his body, combined with the gentle rocking of the cab, had my eyelids drooping almost instantly. I could feel Hugh’s hand stroking my hair, his fingers running through the strands in a soothing rhythm.

“Shh, just rest. I’ve got you.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I sighed, my body sinking further into his embrace, completely safe and content.

The next thing I knew, we were home. I barely registered the door opening or the cool breeze as Hugh scooped me up into his arms. My head lolled against his chest as he carried me inside, his steps quiet and careful.

“I can walk..” I mumbled, though my body betrayed me, limp and uncooperative.

Hugh just chuckled softly. “Sure you can, love. Just relax.”

He carried me up the stairs to our bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. I was half-awake now, my mind hazy but aware enough to realize I was still in my dress. I groaned, trying to kick off my shoes but failing miserably.

“Let me help.” Hugh said, kneeling beside the bed. He removed my shoes and then gently tugged at the zipper of my dress, helping me out of it with a tenderness that made my heart swell even in my drunken state. I managed to help him pull one of his T-shirts over my head, the soft fabric comforting against my skin.

As he tucked me under the covers, I reached for his hand, my fingers curling around his. “Thank you.” I mumbled, my eyes barely open. “I love you.”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I love you too, y/n. Get some rest.”

I fell asleep almost instantly, the last thing I felt being Hugh’s warm lips pressing a kiss to my forehead.

The next morning, I woke up with a groan, my stomach twisting unpleasantly. The light streaming through the curtains felt too bright, and the pounding in my head made me wince. But worse than the headache was the nausea rolling through me in waves. I barely had time to think before I shot out of bed, racing toward the bathroom.

I barely made it to the toilet before I started throwing up, my body heaving violently as I emptied the contents of my stomach. I felt someone rush in behind me, and then Hugh was there, his hands holding back my hair, his voice soft and full of concern.

“Shh, I’m here. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” he whispered, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back as I retched again.

Once I finished, I collapsed back against him, my body weak and shaking. He handed me a glass of water, helping me sip it slowly.

“You okay?” he asked gently, his eyes scanning my face for any signs of distress.

I nodded weakly, though I felt far from okay. “I feel like death.”

Hugh chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to my temple. “That’s what happens when you drink half the bar with your friends.”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Never again. I am never drinking like that again.”

Hugh smiled knowingly, helping me to my feet and guiding me back to the bed. “You say that now, but we both know you’ll forget by the next party.”

I shook my head, wincing as the movement made my headache worse. “No, I mean it this time.”

“Alright, I’ll hold you to it.” he teased, pulling the blankets up around me. “I’m going to make breakfast. Try to rest for a bit.”

I nodded, sinking back into the pillows, my stomach still churning. Hugh kissed my forehead again before leaving the room. I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would take me again, but the nausea was relentless. Hugh disappeared into the kitchen, and I could hear the faint clinking of pots and pans.

After a few minutes of lying there, my stomach still swirling, I figured it was better trying to eat something than to keep lying there feeling like death. I dragged myself out of bed again, my legs shaky but steady enough to make it to the kitchen.

Ryan, Blake, and Hugh were already there when I entered, laughing about something I couldn’t quite catch. Ryan was standing at the stove, poking at a pan of sizzling bacon, the smell instantly hitting me like a wave. My stomach churned violently, and without a word, I turned on my heel and rushed back to the bathroom, the nausea hitting me harder than before.

I barely made it to the toilet before I started throwing up again. It was worse this time - my stomach heaving painfully as I coughed and retched, bile burning in my throat. I collapsed to my knees, clutching the sides of the toilet as my body shook. I heard soft footsteps behind me, and this time it was Blake who appeared, crouching down beside me, rubbing my back as I tried to catch my breath.

“Oh honey, that doesn’t sound good..” Blake said gently, her hand moving in soothing circles on my back. “Take deep breaths.”

I nodded weakly, leaning back against the wall as I wiped my mouth with the tissue she handed me. I felt shaky, weak, and utterly miserable.

Blake glanced toward the door before looking back at me with a concerned frown. “Are you sure this is just a hangover?”

I blinked at her, my head still spinning, my stomach twisting with the aftermath of throwing up again. “What else would it be?” I muttered weakly, closing my eyes for a moment to block out the light.

Blake hesitated, biting her lip. “Well… you know, it could be something else.” She paused, watching me carefully. “Y/n, have you thought about doing a pregnancy test?”

Her words cut through the fog in my brain, and I blinked at her, the thought landing like a rock in my stomach. Pregnant? The idea seemed so far-fetched, so out of place, that for a moment I just stared at her, trying to process what she was saying.

“No. ” I said, my voice hoarse. “I mean, I had my period last week, so I can't be.. you know.. It’s just a hangover.”

Blake’s frown deepened, her hand still rubbing my back. “That’s not always a guarantee. Some women still get light bleeding in early pregnancy.” She tilted her head slightly, her eyes soft but serious. “You’ve been really sensitive to smells, throwing up, and you’ve been more emotional than usual… It might be worth taking a test, just to rule it out.”

I sat there, blinking at her, trying to process her words through the fog of nausea and the pounding in my head. The idea seemed so absurd that I almost wanted to laugh, but at the same time there was a small, nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Could she be right? Could all of this be something more than just a brutal hangover?

Blake gave me a soft, encouraging smile. “Look, I’ll grab a test later today. Just to be sure. You never know.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I-I don’t know, Blake. It seems unlikely. I mean, we’ve been careful. Mostly.”

Blake raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Mostly?”

I bit my lip, suddenly feeling unsure. Had we been careful enough? The thought sent a ripple of nerves through me, and I suddenly felt a little more sober than I had just a few moments ago.

Blake squeezed my shoulder gently. “Don’t stress about it, okay? Let’s just check later, and if it’s nothing, then it’s nothing.”

I nodded slowly, still feeling a little dazed. “Okay,” I whispered. “Just to be sure.”

Blake smiled warmly and helped me up, steadying me as I wobbled on my feet. We made our way back to the kitchen, where Ryan was still standing over the stove, flipping the bacon with a grin on his face.

“There she is! Feeling better?” he asked with a laugh, glancing over his shoulder.

The moment the smell of the bacon hit me again, my stomach lurched violently. I pressed my hand over my mouth, barely managing to shake my head before I turned and bolted back to the bathroom. This time, Blake was right behind me, rubbing my back again as I heaved into the toilet for the third time that morning.

When I finally stopped, I collapsed back against the wall, my body trembling with exhaustion. Blake knelt beside me, her expression serious this time. “Okay, y/n. We’re definitely getting that pregnancy test.”

Blake and I stepped back into the kitchen after my second round of nausea, and the moment we entered, the smell of bacon hit me like a wall. I flinched, my stomach rolling violently. Blake was quick to jump in, giving Ryan a pointed look.

“Ryan, put the bacon away. Please.” Blake said, her tone somewhere between commanding and concerned.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, clearly confused, but he nodded, lifting the pan off the stove. “Alright, alright!” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “No more bacon. I thought we were having the classic hangover cure breakfast, but I guess not.” He shot me a teasing grin, but I could barely manage a smile in return. I still felt nauseous, and the smell lingered in the air like a bad joke.

“Thanks..” I muttered, sitting down slowly at the kitchen table. The wooden chair felt unusually hard beneath me, and the room swayed slightly as I rested my head in my hands. The world felt too bright, too loud.

Hugh, who had been standing near the counter, came over and placed a hand on my shoulder. His eyes were filled with concern. “You alright?” he asked softly, crouching down so that he was level with me.

I glanced up at him, forcing a weak smile. “Yeah, just a huge hungover.”

But Hugh wasn’t convinced. His brow furrowed, and he leaned in closer. “You sure it’s just the hangover? You haven’t been able to keep anything down since you woke up.”

Before I could answer, Blake chimed in, her voice light but purposeful. “Maybe we should all skip the bacon for now and just go for something lighter.” She glanced at Ryan, who finally relented, wrapping the bacon up and placing it in the fridge.

Ryan, with his usual flair for dramatics, gave a mock sigh. “Fine, fine. Guess we’re having toast and eggs then. Maybe some fruit if you’re feeling fancy.”

Blake shot him a grateful smile, but I could still see the concern lurking behind her eyes as she glanced at me again. We both knew there might be something more going on.

Hugh stood up, but he didn’t stray far. I could feel his eyes on me, the warmth of his hand still lingering on my shoulder. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked again, his voice quieter this time, more intimate. He knew me too well. He knew when something was off.

I looked up at him, my heart clenching slightly. There was something about the way he was looking at me - so protective, so deeply caring - that made my throat tighten. “I’m okay, I promise.” I said softly, but the words felt hollow, even to me.

Blake cleared her throat, sensing the tension. “Let’s just have breakfast!” she said brightly, pulling out a chair and gesturing for Ryan to start serving up the toast and eggs.

The four of us settled down around the table, the atmosphere easing up a bit as we started to eat. But I could still feel Hugh’s eyes on me from time to time, his silent concern hanging in the air between us. I tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the food in front of me, though every bite felt like a chore.

Blake glanced at me after breakfast, a knowing look in her eyes. The subtle exchange between us was enough to make my stomach twist. We both knew what we needed to do, but there was no easy way to get through it - especially with Hugh and Ryan lingering around.

“I’ll go grab something at the drug store.” Blake said, her voice calm but determined. She stood from the table, adjusting her sweater as if she was about to run a quick errand.

Ryan looked up from his phone, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What do you need to grab? You just went grocery shopping.”

Hugh chimed in. “Yeah, Blake, what secret are you hiding from us? If you’re buying ice cream and not sharing, we’re going to have a serious problem.”

Blake rolled her eyes but smiled, her hands resting on her hips. “You boys and your ice cream obsession. It’s nothing - just girl stuff. Nothing to worry about.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious but too lazy to press further. Hugh, however, looked from Blake to me, his concern still evident.

Blake waved them off with a casual laugh. “You three just stay here and look after y/n!” Her tone was light, but I could tell she was eager to get out the door before they asked more questions.

Ryan leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. “Alright, but if you come back with some girly drama that needs solving, I’m out. Hugh, it’s all on you, man.”

Hugh gave a half-smile, but his eyes remained on me, his concern still present even as Blake slipped out the door. The boys didn’t ask any more questions, and I was grateful for Blake’s smooth distraction.

While Blake was out, the rest of us stayed in the kitchen, casually cleaning up and chatting about the party last night. Ryan, as usual, kept things light with his jokes, but Hugh’s attention would drift back to me every now and then. I could feel it, the quiet, worried glances he gave me when he thought I wasn’t looking. My stomach churned - not just from the remnants of the hangover, but from the anxiety creeping up inside me.

When Blake returned, she had a small paper bag in her hand. She slipped it into her purse quickly, her movements smooth, as if she’d done this a hundred times. She didn’t say anything right away, just casually joined the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Hugh looked up from his spot at the table. “You’re back quick. Everything okay?”

Blake smiled brightly, her eyes flicking to me for the briefest of moments before turning her attention back to Hugh. “Yup! Everything’s good.” She clapped her hands together, clearly ready to move things along. “Alright, boys, let’s set up a movie or something. How about we go pick something out?”

Ryan groaned. “Ugh, really? But not another rom-com, Blake!”

She laughed and grabbed him by the arm, leading him and the others out of the kitchen. “I’ll even let you pick, Ryan. But you’re banned from all superhero movies, deal?”

I watched as Blake expertly herded them into the living room, leaving me alone with the test still hidden in the bag. My hands were trembling slightly, the weight of what was about to happen starting to settle in.

The bathroom felt impossibly small, the silence pressing in on me as I stared down at the pregnancy test in my hand. My fingers trembled as I looked at it, my reflection in the mirror barely recognizable. I was almost 30 years old. That thought kept echoing in my mind, louder and louder, until it drowned out everything else.

My heart raced, pounding in my chest like it wanted to escape.

I couldn’t stop the whirlwind of thoughts. How would Hugh react? He was already a father - his kids adored him. But this… this would be our child. Our baby. The idea of it thrilled me, but it also terrified me. I hadn’t expected this, not so soon. Not after one and a half years. My stomach twisted at the thought, nerves gnawing at the edges of my excitement.

What about my family? My mother would be overjoyed, but what would she think of me having a baby with Hugh? And my friends - they had no idea what was coming. Could I even handle all of their opinions? I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, trying to steady myself.

Two minutes. I just needed to get through these two minutes.

The timer buzzed, and I hesitated, my heart pounding in my ears as I reached for the test.

Two lines.

For a second, everything froze. I couldn’t process it. I'm pregnant. I was actually pregnant.

My knees felt weak, and I leaned against the sink, trying to catch my breath. A mixture of disbelief and joy surged through me, but beneath that, fear crept in. This was real. It was happening. I had to tell Hugh.

I left the bathroom, the positive test still clutched in my hand. Blake was waiting near the door, her eyes searching mine. She didn’t need words - she knew. I gave her a weak smile, and she nodded, offering silent support. But I couldn’t stay here with her. I had to talk to Hugh, had to tell him.

As I walked into the living room, I saw Hugh sitting on the couch with Ryan, both of them laughing over some joke. My stomach fluttered nervously. How could I tell him? How could I explain that everything was about to change? I cleared my throat, my voice barely steady as I said, “Hugh, can we talk?”

Ryan, always the joker, raised an eyebrow. “Uh oh, bedroom conversation time? I’m sure nothing serious, right?” His tone was light, teasing, but I barely registered it. My heart was too heavy, too full of what I had to say.

Hugh noticed my tone and immediately stood up, his smile fading into concern. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked, his voice gentle as he approached me.

I managed to smile, but it felt fragile, like glass about to break. “Can we talk in the bedroom?” I repeated, trying to keep my nerves in check.

Ryan chuckled as he leaned back on the couch. “Sure, just leave the door open so I can hear all the juicy details!”

Hugh shot him a look but followed me into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as we were alone, I felt the full weight of what I was about to say, and it hit me like a wave.

I started pacing, my mind racing, words tumbling out of my mouth without making sense. “You know I've been feeling weird for a while now.. and I thought it was from drinking too much last night and because if my period but it wasn’t, and now I don’t know how to say this, I-”

“Y/n.” Hugh interrupted, his voice calm but full of concern. He stepped closer, his hands gently resting on my arms to still me. “Hey, you’re scaring me. Just tell me. What’s going on?”

I met his gaze, my heart pounding. I took a deep breath, feeling the tears start to sting the back of my eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

The room fell into an almost deafening silence as Hugh stared at me, his expression unreadable at first. My stomach flipped, unsure of what he would say, how he would react. Seconds ticked by, feeling like an eternity. Was he shocked? Was he upset?

Then, slowly, his face broke into the widest smile I had ever seen. “Wait… you’re pregnant? You’re serious?”

I nodded, biting my lip, feeling my own emotions teetering on the edge. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, and before I knew it, he was lifting me off the ground, swirling me around in a tight circle. I laughed, clinging to him as he spun us around.

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed, still holding me tightly. “We’re having a baby!” His voice was filled with pure joy, and my heart soared.

“Hugh!” I laughed, trying to catch my breath as he set me back on my feet, both of us giddy with happiness. “I can’t believe this is real.”

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to fall. “You’re amazing.” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “This is the best news I’ve ever heard. We’re going to have a baby.” His eyes were shining, and I could see how much this meant to him, how deeply it touched him.

I felt the sob building in my chest and buried my face against his chest, my body trembling as I cried.

A sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My body tensed as the memory of last night's party flooded back - how much I had drunk, how wild everything had been. My breath caught in my throat, and I pulled back, staring up at Hugh with wide, panicked eyes.

"Oh my God, Hugh!" I whispered, my voice shaky. "I-I was drinking. I got wasted last night, and I’m pregnant! What if I hurt the baby? What if- "

“Hey, hey, love.” Hugh interrupted gently, cupping my face in his hands, his eyes full of warmth and reassurance. “It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“But- ” I started, my chest tightening with anxiety. "What if something’s wrong? I should have been more careful, but I didn’t even think- "

“Shh..” he soothed, pulling me even closer. His voice was soft but firm. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It was one night, and the baby is going to be fine. We’ll see the doctor, and everything will be okay. You’re healthy, and the baby will be, too.”

I blinked up at him, still feeling that knot of fear twisting in my stomach. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I love you so much.” he murmured, his lips pressing softly against my forehead. “I can’t believe it.”

“I love you too.” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t know how you’d react. I was so nervous.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes still shining with unshed tears as he kissed me softly, tenderly, over and over. “How could I not be happy?” he whispered. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted with you.”

I smiled through my tears, my heart swelling with love for him. “I was so scared.”

“I know.” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing through my hair. “But we’re in this together, always.”

After a moment, he pulled me back just enough to look into my eyes. “Wait... is this why Blake went out earlier? To get a test?”

I nodded, laughing softly. “Yeah, she knew I needed to find out.”

Hugh chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m going to have to thank her later!”

I wiped at my face, feeling lighter, freer than I had in hours. “We should tell Ryan and Blake.” I said softly.

Hugh smiled, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “Yeah, let’s tell them.”

We called out to Ryan and Blake, who came into the bedroom looking curious. Ryan, as always, was already grinning, clearly suspicious that something was up.

“Alright, what’s the big secret?” Ryan asked, crossing his arms with a mock-serious expression. “You two have been waaaay too quiet!”

Hugh and I exchanged a look, and then I took a deep breath before saying, “We have some news... I’m pregnant!”

Ryan’s eyes widened for a second, and then that trademark grin of his spread across his face. “Well damn, Hugh, looks like you’ve got pretty good aim!”

Blake slapped his arm, but she was laughing, tears already welling up in her eyes. “Ryan, stop it!” she scolded, though her smile was just as wide.

Ryan chuckled, shaking his head. “Seriously, though, congrats, you two. That’s incredible!” He pulled Hugh into a hug, then turned to me, his expression softening. “You’re gonna be amazing at this.”

Blake immediately rushed to hug me, her voice quiet and full of emotion. “I’m so happy for you! And I'm so proud of you!” she whispered. “This is huge.”

I smiled, hugging her back tightly. “Thank you, Blake. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As we all sat down, the conversation naturally shifted to the baby, to the future. Hugh held my hand the entire time, his thumb brushing back and forth over my skin as we talked about doctor’s appointments, ultrasounds, and everything that was to come. Through it all, I felt Hugh’s love and excitement radiating from him. And I knew, without a doubt, that everything would be okay. We were going to be a family.

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acts of service

sydney lohmann x bayern!reader

summary: you and your girlfriend's love languages revolve around words of affirmation and acts of service

opening your eyes, you took a few moments to move your head up. seeing that the orange retro clock on your bedside table says “6:45 AM”, you smacked your head back onto the soft pillow and closed your eyes.

you didn’t need to wake up for another hour. training for the pre-season starts at ten o’clock so you wanted all of the sleep that you could get. 

it wasn’t five minutes until you closed your eyes that you flipped your body to its side. usually, your leg would come into contact with your girlfriend's leg while doing this in the morning. so, when your leg landed onto the soft mattress instead, your eyes shot open-- seeing an open space. 

sydney isn’t the girlfriend that will wake up first in the mornings, its always you. this wasn’t normal, so you moved your tired body to sit up.

your hands moved to rub your eyes before you heard the front door in the apartment close shut from the living room. 

your eyebrows knitted together, knowing that sydney must’ve left to go somewhere or she is coming back from somewhere. she didn’t leave too long ago, as you woke up to use the bathroom at 5:00am and saw sydney sleeping.

as you take the pink comforter off of your body, you hear footsteps approaching the room along with the aroma of your favorite breakfast wafting through the air. 

your legs were on the edge of the bed as sydney stops in the doorway with a surprised look--- she is surprised to see you awake. 

you looked at the brown paper bag in her right hand with suspicion as syd had a grin on her face. in her left hand, sydney held a 2-drink cup carrier with two drinks placed inside of them. 

“baby, did you really just-?” you cut yourself off as you stood up in front of her, surprised at the gesture. you took the drink carrier out of her left hand as she moved to the other side of the large bedroom to grab the two bed trays you guys keep in the closets. 

“yes i did!!” sydney said excitedly, which surprised you because the clock turned to 7am and usually sydney isn’t too energized this early. 

you look down at the two drinks to see two iced lattes. one was a bit darker than the lighter one with strawberry cold foam on top of it. that one is yours, considering that sydney knows your order for the cafe on the corner of the same street you both live on. 

sydney pulls out the food in the bag and you notice both of your favorite orders being sat on the bed trays. 

the german girl usually orders an avocado toast topped with hard-boiled egg and a plain croissant. you get a plain croissant too, along with a plain bagel with light cream cheese. 

the golden morning light filters through the ivory colored curtains, casting a warm glow over both of your features as you start to eat.

"i forgot to tell you good morning, sleepyhead," she starts to speak, her voice a melodic whisper. 

“good morning, early bird,” you joked. this is a joke that started between the both of you even before you guys started a relationship two years ago. 

everytime you woke up before her, which was everyday until this morning, she called you an early-bird because you were fully awake by the time she would wake up. most times, you’d have to force her to wake up with you so you aren’t late to training or games with bayern. 

it looks like the roles switched this morning.

"I thought I'd surprise you when I saw that you were still asleep." sydney blushed as she looked at you sipping on the strawberry latte. it was made perfectly. 

"this tastes amazing, but you’re even more amazing for this," you murmur, placing the iced drink down and stretching your tired arms before smiling at your girlfriend with tons of love in your eyes. "I don't know how you always know exactly what I need."

sydney laughs softly. "it's a gift. now, eat. we've gotta go training soon."

you spend the morning together, savoring each bite and sip. the intimacy of the moment is a reminder of why you love her so deeply. this isn’t the first time you’ve done this, it's almost a weekly thing. most of the time its you going down to the cafe and picking up sydney’s iced hazelnut latte though. 

a week later, shortly after the first game of the season, sydney fell ill. her usual happy energy was diminished by a fever and sore throat. you both share an apartment, so you’re more than prepared and determined to take care of her.

sydney can be a little stubborn. at first, she said she was fine but you made her rest after taking medicine (given by the doctors at bayern) so she will feel better.

its been an hour since she fell asleep in a nap--- you start chores in the kitchen by tackling the dishes piled high in the sink, the clinking of plates and running water calms your mind as your tv in the living room serves as a nice background noise. next, you move on to do the laundry. 

usually, sydney has a huge preference of doing the laundry while you tackle the dishes. both of you share the same clothes in the huge closet in the bedroom– so you chose to do all of the laundry this time to make her life easier. 

in the laundry room– you threw most of the clothes in the washer and looked in the cabinets where you keep the detergents and other things. sydney likes to use the vanilla scented fabric beads for the washer– while you like the fresh clean scented ones– so you chose to use the vanilla beads with the regular laundry detergent. 

you have to come back and do another two loads, considering how much clothes you and sydney own, so you sort out all of the jerseys and training gear, placing them in a pile so you’re prepared to wash those too after the first load is finished.

when you go to check on sydney in the bedroom, you find her awake. she has the tv on and is watching one of her favorite netflix movies. you felt terrible, sydney is shivering and you hated to see your sunshine so miserable while being sick. 

“hey sweetheart.” you sat on the edge of the bed and ran your hands through sydney’s soft, yet tangled, hair. you felt terrible and knew you had to get sydney cleaned up. 

"i know you might not like this but let’s get you cleaned up, sunshine. it might help you feel better." you say softly. due to her sore throat, she can’t speak much without irritation. you understand as you pull the pink comforter off of her body, helping the taller girl stand up as you led her into the bathroom ten steps away. 

you undress the woman who was just settled into a sports bra and shorts before. you take your hands and help her into the shower, supporting her weight as the warm water cascades down her body. 

first, you let her sit down as you started to wash her hair first. this step takes about 20 minutes, since you mainly gave her head massages while cleaning her scalp. after saturating one of your hydrating hair masks into her hair, you helped her stand up in the warm (not hot) shower.

next, you take the antibacterial soap as you started to wash away the sweat and sickness from her body. 

as you take the silicone scrub and clean her body, you rub her back and murmur comforting words, feeling her sick body relax under your touch.

after double cleansing her body with her favorite citrus scented soap, you washed the hair mask out of her hair and helped her sit back down. you plugged the tub and allowed the water to run, adding a few of her favorite essential oils and bubble bath soap that will calm her body and mind. 

you didn’t notice– or care– that your entire front side is soaked. you didn’t get into the shower and bath with her, but you allowed her wet body to hold onto your clothed body. your blue shirt sticks to your front due to how soaked it is, along with your white pajama shorts, but you didn’t care. 

sydney stayed close to the edge of the tub as she held onto you. you sat on your knees outside of the tub and cuddled with your arms wrapped around her body. 

this might’ve been dumb, considering that you can catch her sickness next and miss out on the next game against slavia praha– you couldn’t care less knowing that your sweetheart is sick. 

"you're too good to me," you hear sydney whisper, her voice weak but filled with gratitude as she felt your small kisses on the back of her shoulder.

"you're everything to me syd," you reply, moving your body over so you could kiss her cheek. "i’d do anything for you."

two weeks later– it was the evening on a day off from soccer-related stuff. sydney started to get over her sickness a week prior, so she is back to normal. 

as you both sit in the living room, with you on the floor in-between sydney’s legs on the couch— sydney’s fingers weave through your hair with practiced ease. 

"hold still," she instructed as your head looked up at the TV playing mean girls. the german is concentrating on forming perfect french braids in your hair. you feel her breath against the top of your head, her presence is calming. the gentle tugging and twisting of your hair is almost meditative, each braid giving a symbol of her love and care.

when anybody plays with your hair, your body goes into relaxation. since it's sydney playing with your hair, you could’ve fallen asleep right here. your eyes continue to close and shut as sydney continues to move her fingers in your hair.

"why do you always braid my hair?" you ask softly, smiling at the thought with your eyes closed in relaxation. 

during games for bayern, you’re an attacking midfielder– or a forward if someone is injured– who is considered to be one of the best. 

many pictures taken of you during games capture you with nice french braids in your hair– or with a low ponytail that's braided. sydney is the hairstylist behind those braids which made her so happy seeing you on the pitch with them nicely finished.

"because i love your hair– it's so soft, and i know it makes you relax." she replies simply as she ties together the first braid. 

a month later-- after a particularly harsh game at bayern, with sydney getting into a fight with a ref that gave her a yellow card– you both return home. 

her shoulders are slumped and her eyes are filled with frustration as her mind replayed the moment when she got a yellow card. 

you got a yellow card too earlier in that game, after failing to side tackle a ball– and hitting the wolfsburg forwards ankles instead– but you brushed it off as a mistake. however, you can see the weight of her bad moment pressing down on her. 

in the car and in the locker room you gave her space– now you’re back home. without a word, you wrap your arms around her on the couch, pulling her into a tight embrace. sydney melts into you, her facade cracking as she lets out a shuddering breath.

you held her hand and caressed her face with your fingers. "talk to me," you urge gently. sydney used to have a thing for holding her thoughts inside of her mind until they exploded. now, she is aware that she can talk to you about anything. 

“i’m so mad! the ref saw that she pushed me first, so why did i get the yellow card while she was able to walk away with no consequences.” sydney begins to unload, her words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. 

by “she”, sydney is referring to a wolfsburg defender who pushed her from behind as she tried to pass a ball to you. you listen intently, knowing that sydney is telling the truth. as you watched sydney fall to the ground, all of your teammates ran over to the ref and demanded a foul and yellow card for the player’s action. 

you on the other hand, you ran over to help sydney up from the ground. she acknowledged your support but jogged over to the ref. the conversation was short but got heated quickly. your eyes widened when you saw the ref pull out the yellow card looking at sydney.

as sydney continued to talk, you offered words of reassurance and understanding. sometimes, refs make the calls you don’t like– and all you can do is move on. 

after getting her to calm down by cuddling on the couch and watching the women’s el clasico match on live television, sydney spoke out randomly as the game paused for halftime. 

"y/n, i feel a lot better after talking about what happened. thank you– you're always here for me," she murmurs, her head resting on your shoulder as she gives you a kiss on your neck. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"you don’t have to thank me baby, it's what i love to do– and you'll never have to find out what it's like without me," you promise, stroking her hair. "we're in this together, forever and always."

<3

[dolliewonyy]

Competition

✮ ━━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: in which benny tries to win the heart of the sweet girl next door to his enemy, or known as Philips.

୨୧ ━━ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :Puppi love fluff! :3 but maybe some cursing too, i will alsooo make a part two bcs I have nothing else to post 😛

ᥫ᭡ ━━ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : I couldn't find her inbox soo credits to @shycollectionwolfstuff for the idea! Plus the scenes will be inspired by the scene where Philips go to the sandlot and fight with them, and the carnival scene

If benny could describe beautiful in one word it would be y/n.

I mean, who wouldn't? They must be out of their mind if they don't choose the sweet, kind, beautiful girl. With her long h/c hair and her soft features.

Apparently, so did philips think the same about her too.

She was always nice to people unless they disrespect her, she would go from a cat, to a literal witch once she realizes your being mean.

Philips loved her bad side, Benny loved her good side.

And y/n couldn't help but like both of them.

The way Benny would smile at her everytime he would win,

And how Philips would dedicate his first hit for her. The y/n.

It was all so cute until one day...

Y/n was in class, taking down notes when a knock came through the door, sending the class into a stop as students looked up to see who was on the door.

It was Scotty smalls! That new boy who just started to play with Benny after summer started, and now he's here. Holding a bouquet of tulips with a note

"For Ms.. Y/n?" Smalls looked at y/n, giving her a small smile as she stood up to take the flowers and note, of course, not forgetting a thank you before sitting back to her seat.

As she sat, y/n opened the letter, wanting to see what's inside. As she opened it she couldn't help but blush at the sight.

'I heard you love tulips so.. I hope you like these.

- B.R'

The initials B.R. rang through her head like a melody as she shyly puts the note in her pocket like a middle school girl receiving a love letter.

── 𝓝𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝔂

The memories from yesterday class still rang through y/ns head as she walked to the store to buy some pop and chips.

The bell rang as she came in, attracting a gentlemen her age.

As y/n got her pop and chips, a blonde headed fellow stopped in front of her, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Hey.." The blonde guy said, in which, y/n realizes it was philips. "Oh hi!" Y/n sweetly replied like the sweet girl she was, making philips almost melt in front of her.

"So y/n..i was about to ask you if.. You want to join me and my gang go somewhere. You know.." Philips asked.

"Oh I'd love to! But.. I'm playing with Benny right now.." Y/n sadly spoke. "Maybe another time?" She questioned as she paid her things, making philips dumbly nod as y/n smiles before leaving the store.

After going to the store, y/n headed to the sandlot.

"Y/ns here!" Yeah-yeah declared with a small smile as he waves her to come here. In which y/n happily obliged.

Benny blushes and smiled at y/n. She returns the cute and innocent gesture, also feeling her cheeks flare a pink tint on her plump cheeks before being interrupted with a whistle.

Y/n turns to see Philips, and his gang riding up, making Benny instinctively put his body in front of her. The others threw their hat to the ground, one of them accidentally hitting Tommy but not noticed by the gang.

“What are you guys doing here?!” Yelled, Ham. “I’m here to get my girl!” Philips shot back, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the fat pig in front of him.

“Who’s girl?!” Squints yelled, his voice breaking a bit, but enough to make the others snort slightly. “My girl, y/n!” Silence.

Another.

And another.

All their heads turned expectantly to y/n, even for Benny. She could see the slight hurt and confusion in his eyes. Y/n then interrupted the silence with a sigh, her eyes darting between Philip’s and Benny.

She let her feet lead the way, until it was in front of both Benny and Philips. The girls eyes darted in between them, feeling them question her silently, like a plea, or maybe a prayer. That she, chose one of them.

She opened her mouth, and her words were as dry as a tumbleweed, she swore, she could’ve heard a pin drop. And she opened her mouth again just to mutter the words-

[ennkis]

BLUE IS THE COLOR (mason mount x reader)

summary : in which y/n and mason argue about their newborn babys favorite football team

face claim : not needed

notes : im a sucker for dad fics and as of right now mason is my no1 pookie 😝 also imagine hes still in chelsea cause i refuse to support any other london team #loyal (god i miss prime chelsea). ALSO.. if u dont support barcelona or chelsea .. idk i dont think youll like this fic so mby pretend its ur teams xxx except for Madrid 😊 (i dont hate madridistas but yk im a culer soooooo) im also now seeing that the font is apparently purple but im slightly colorblind so js ignore that thanks xx

pairings : mason mount x reader (dad!mason mount)

"NO SHOT, my baby is NOT supporting Barcelona" The Chelsea midfielder argued. You and Mason have been together for quite some time already (five years to be exact) and you've recently welcomed your firstborn son, Nicolas Mount into the world.

You were born into a family full of FC Barcelona fans, so naturally, you became one aswell. Even after meeting your boyfriend, a Chelsea player, he couldn't change your mind. Thankfully, these two teams are in different leagues so you don't have to worry about having an aneurysm everytime these two played eachother (except for the champions league and thats also just a maybe)

This was a conversation the two of you have had multiple times, even before your baby was born. It was always shrugged off but now, that your son is here. It was time to decide.

"How about everytime Barcelona plays, he wears their jersey but any other time it's your jersey?"

"I'd look unloyal and like im joining Barcelona" (ironic isn't it) the brown haired man laughs.

You playfully roll your eyes at Mason's remark, knowing that this debate wasn't going to end anytime soon.

"Oh come on, Mason. It's just a jersey, it doesn't determine his loyalty at this age, just the fact that he's not a Madrid fan"

"But it's the principle, Y/N. We can't have our little boy supporting a rival team right from the start," Mason chuckles, ruffling Nicolas' tiny hair as he sleeps peacefully in his crib.

You lean in closer, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Fine, how about this? We let him decide when he's old enough. Until then, we can take turns dressing him up in each team's gear. That way, he'll grow up knowing both teams and make his own choice."

Mason considers your proposal for a moment, a smile forming on his face. "Alright, deal. But I'm warning you, I'll be teaching him all the Chelsea chants in the meantime," he jokes, kissing your forehead.

"Okay but he has Catalan blood? He's gonna be a Culer by default"

"I'm pretty sure he's gonna be sick of both teams and become a Juventus fan by the time he can decide" The man jokes while looking at his son.

"Still better than Madrid"

yapfest part two, i put out a poll and yall said i should do this but idk if its good 😭 anyways hope you enjoyed

[riki-riks-chick]

★Blind Date★

︱Enhypen Sunghoon OneShot

︱nsfw! oral sex! sexual intercourse! fucking on the ︱first date!

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Third Person POV~

  "Heeseung, I don't wanna go on another blind date... The guys are always weird.." You were annoyed. Your best friend was once again trying to talk you into a blind date. There was no way you'd agree. "Come on Y/n.. He's really good looking! And he's a gentleman. Just give him a shot.." He wouldn't quit until you agreed, so you simply nodded. "Fine.. I'll do it.."

  "Alright.. I'll let him know.. Trust me on this one.. I really think you'll like him.. You have a lot in common." He smiled before leaving your room so you could get ready for your newly scheduled rendezvous. 

 You spent a few hours getting ready, wearing a periwinkle colored maxi dress that stopped mid thigh. Adorning yourself with a decent amount of makeup, your favorite jewelry, and a thin fur coat for the occasion you got cold. You also made sure to put some essentials into your clutch.

 After that, you were ready to go. Heeseung drove you to the restaurant. "If you need me.. Call me, I'll be close by. If you don't text within an hour I'll go home.. Be safe.. I love you." He smiled, kissing your cheek as you smiled. "Alright.. I love you too Heeseung.. Bye.."

  "Don't come home or the date is unsuccessful." He made sure to add as you laughed. "Okay.. Bye Heeseung." You got out of the car, tugging down your dress as you waved at Heeseung, watching him drive off before walking inside. "Reservation?" Upon being asked, you simply responded Lee, as Heeseung had told you to. The man led you to your table shortly after. 

 You arrived at the table, immediately gasping as you met eyes with your blind date. He was extremely handsome. You smiled, taking your seat as he smiled at you. Your heart fluttered. "Hello... Nice to meet you... I'm Sunghoon." He smiled, reaching across the table to shake your hand as you gladly took his hand. His hands were warm and smooth. "I'm Y/n.. Nice to meet you as well.."

 "You're really pretty Y/n..." He smiled as you blushed. "Thank you, you're really handsome." He smiled at your response. "Let's glance at the menu.. Order whatever you want, I'm footing the bill.." His words made your stomach do a flip. No guy had ever offered to pay for your dinner. They were always down to split it fifty-fifty. He definitely had your best interests. "I can't let you pay for everything Sunghoon.."

 "Just leave it to me.. What do you want to eat? Any cravings? I'll have whatever you're having.." He gently gestured towards the menu as you sighed, skimming the selections for something that suited your taste. You had eventually decided on something, pointing it out to him as he smiled. "I like that too.. Alright then. White wine or red?" 

 Everytime he asked for your preference, you felt special. No guy had ever been so considerate. "I prefer red.." You answered shyly as he nodded, gesturing towards the waiter. "Hey can we get two (insert food) and a bottle of your best red wine?" He asked as the waiter nodded. He repeated the order to make sure it was written properly, and then he left with a promise to bring the bottle of wine.

 "So, what are your interests Sunghoon?" You asked as he hummed. "I'm a figure skater.. I'm currently in talks of doing it professionally, but as of now, I work at my parents' ice rink.. I teach skating classes." He said as you stared at him, stunned. "You ice skate too?" You asked as he nodded. "You do as well?" 

 "I used to.. I was about to go pro, but I slipped during a triple axel, and I tore a ligament.. I haven't been able to skate the same since." You explained as he pouted. "That's so sad... If you wanted.. We could spend some time together after hours.. I'll help you get conditioned to skating again." He offered and you couldn't resist.

  He got better and better with each sentence. "I'd love to try.. I haven't skated since the incident happened a few years ago.. I tried skating once my leg healed, but I kept falling.. It was frustrating.." You didn't notice how emotional you were becoming until he reached across the table to rub your hand. "It's alright... We'll take it slow.."

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The night was long and you enjoyed every second of it.. He was offering to drive you home, and at first you were reluctant, but he was adamant. 

  "Actually.. Can we go back to my place? I don't think I want this night to end yet." He asked so politely and you couldn't resist. Heeseung wasn't lying about him being a gentleman.

 He took you to his apartment, opening the door as he led you to the living room. He sat you down, offering you a glass of water to sober you up. Your alcohol tolerance was low, but  every interesting topic over dinner was paired with another glass of wine.

 Sunghoon had apologized, saying that he wouldn't have kept pouring you glass after glass if he'd known of your low tolerance. You insisted it was okay though.

 "Here... Take a few sips.. It might make you feel a bit better." He took your coat, setting it down with your other belongings before turning on the tv. Some random movie was playing on low volume. It provided background noise. "Thank you.. For everything tonight.." You set your cup down, only just now noticing the small distance between you.

 "I enjoyed talking with you.. What do you wanna do now?" He asked as you hummed, inching closer to him, your thighs were now pressed against each other. "What do you want to do Sunghoon?" You let your drunken state lead you, leaning in to whisper in his ear as he let out a shaky breath. "I- I.. It doesn't matter what I wanna do.. I'm happy pleasing you.." 

 "So, are you fine with this?" You pulled him closer, your lips ghosting over his as you turned towards him, crossing one leg over his lap. "If that's what you want.." He swallowed, hard, eyes flickering from your lips and back to your eyes, his heart beating out of his chest. "What do you want Sunghoon?" You wanted an answer. He gulped, "I want you.. Y/n.. I want you.." He finally spoke as you smiled. 

 You pressed your lips against his, letting him have control as he pulled you to straddle his lap, your dress riding up as you sunk into the new seat. His hands naturally found the curve of your hips, squeezing occasionally as his lips melted into yours.

 You grinded into him, rolling your hips into his until you could feel his erection through his slacks. He slid his tongue past your lips, licking, swirling, and sucking to his hearts content as you let out needy little mewls every now and again. 

 The kiss was heated, both of you needily pressing against each other as he let out impatient groans everytime your hips met his in a concentrated roll. "I.. I need you.." He pulled away, panting against you as you smiled, already out of breath. "You can have me.." He smiled, watching you move off of his lap, attempting to remove your heels, struggling in the process. "Let me do it.."

 He easily unstrapped the heels, taking them off your feet as he pulled you up from the couch. "Follow me.." He spoke in between heavy breaths, unbuttoning the top buttons of his silky white shirt as you followed him to his room.

He had pulled you against his chest once entering the room, leaning down to leave wet and sloppy kisses across your neck and shoulders, knowing that his nipping and biting would leave many marks in their wake. You moaned at the contact, feeling him ease your zipper down as the thin strap of your dress slid off of your shoulder.

 "Hurry up and take it off.." He was eager, unbuttoning his own shirt to reveal his ab line. You had turned to face him, easing your dress down your figure as Sunghoon watched attentively. You had taken an interest in his slim, but fit physique. Faint, yet toned abs, and strong, toned arms that were revealed once he let his shirt hit the floor. You were fascinated.

He gestured towards the bed and you gently obeyed, climbing onto the bed as he followed, hovering over your figure. He kissed you again, this time more needy than before. His hands roaming your skin as he rubbed your clit through your lacey underwear, drawing small and breathy moans from your throat.

He had pulled away, kissing down your torso as his lips met waistband. He had tugged on the thin fabric, pulling it off of you and discarding it before focusing in on your perforation. He left a few gentle kisses before going in, licking and sucking to his hearts content. You let out small yet musical sounds, which all went from Sunghoon's ears, and straight down to his throbbing dick. 

  "Fuck.." You swore, the world falling carelessly from your lips as he went down on you, enjoying every liquid that poured out of you. "Sunghoon.." His name fell from your lips so easily, and he moaned at the sound, sending pleasurable vibrations through your body. You were so close.. "I'm gonna cum-" You could barely speak as he increased the intensity of his attack, leading you through, what you now acknowledged as, the best orgasm you'd ever experienced.

 Multiple expletives fell from your lips as he lingered against you, soon pulling away with glossy lips and hazy eyes. "I've been dying to do that all night..." He sounded satisfied, working on his belt as he removed it, his pants following soon after.. You could already tell he was big. 

 He used his fingers, sliding two into you as a means of prepping you for his package. You were far too horny to wait, as was he, but his fear or hurting you overshadowed his raring erection. You let him finger you until he was able to easily slide in three fingers, and then you stopped him.

 "Just fuck me.." You mumbled and he nodded, reaching towards his nightstand for what you assumed was a comdom. "No condom.. Just fuck me already.." You spoke as he glanced at you, worried. "You sure? I don't know if I can pull out in time.." 

 "I'm on the pill.. It's fine.." It took some convincing, but he finally complied, removing his underwear and letting it litter the floor along with all your other clothes. He spit into hand, giving his length a few slow and languid strokes before pressing his tip against your entrance. "Can I?" He asked your consent again, wanting to be sure as you nodded. "Please fuck me Sunghoon.."

 He had pushed in almost instantly, his tip touching spots that had never been touched before. You felt full.. He was huge, and he knew it. He gave you a few seconds to adjust properly before moving slowly, letting your wetness coat him. 

He let out adorable moans and other pretty noises that made your stomach turn. He was so perfect. "Y/n... Shit.." He cussed, head dropping in pure pleasure as he increased the speed of his thrusts, making sure to fuck you deep. "Sunghoon- mhhm.." You moaned his name, pulling him closer as you pressed your lips against his. 

 Every sound in the room was lewd and hot, skin-slapping, the wet sounds you guys made everytime you parted lips, and the heavy breaths and moans each of you let out. Sunghoon was in pure euphoria, as were you.. "I'm.. I'm gonna- cum-" He was already close, having not expected to last long, and you were already nearing your second release. 

 "Cum with me.." You spoke, gripping his bicep as he thrusted harder, cumming inside of you as you came undone on his dick. He continued to thrust to ride out your orgasms, hips slowly coming to a stop as you smiled. "That was great.." You kissed him again, throwing your head back against the pillows. "Thank you for tonight.. I had fun.." Sunghoon thanked you as you smiled. "So did I.."

 "Let's get you cleaned up."

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  The next morning, you wake up to soft, golden sunlight, and an empty bed. You yawn, stretching your stiff limbs before getting out of the bed. You were wearing an oversized shirt and some sweats that barely managed to stay on your hips despite being tied as tight as possible.

 You checked your appearance, and surprisingly, even your makeup had been removed. You were so sleepy after sex with Sunghoon last night, you had barely stayed awake during your shared bubble bath. Looking at your neck, you could see every pretty little love bite he left on your skin. You barely remembered him helping you tie your hair up and take your makeup off.

 You left his room, easing your way to the kitchen where you heard soft humming. Sunghoon was there, cooking breakfast. "Good morning Sunghoon.." You smiled, garnering his attention as he glanced at you with a smile. "Good morning Y/n... Did you sleep well?" He asked as you nodded. "Mhhm.. How about you?"

  "I slept a lot better with you beside me.." His words made you blush. "Sunghoon..." You were flustered, hiding your face against his arm as he ruffled your hair. "You're cute... Let's go out again sometime... Okay?" He asked, glancing down at you as you nodded. "I'd like that.." He leans down to kiss you. "Then I guess it's a date.."

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(if you've seen this b4 i also posted it on ao3 so its my work not stolen)

[toastingpencils37]

Thoughts on the teaser

Explorer's Club looking mf

Hey why the fuck is that one guy glowing white? Is that the guy who was trying to get through the portal when it closed? So he's stuck between the two worlds? Shit

Also why's he sitting in a chair while the others are standing very formally? Leader of the Forbidden Five?

I know they're all happy and don't know what's coming for them in this shot, but look at Arin

I'm assuming this is before he learns he won't be able to compete.

Also, Lloyd in the new master fit!

Can't tell one hundred percent, but that looks like the Matriarch without her crown. For some reason she's in the Kingdom of Madness (might be because she decided to move her herd in s1 ep2 and thought this was a safe place). And why does she look like she might be dying? Or at least not in a good condition. (Assuming this'll be in the episode 11)

Oh fuck Wyldfyre's face. Whatever happened can't be good. But I'm not sure if it has to do with Cinder having heat or some other event. Mainly because Wyldfyre very much is controlling heat right now.

Also, nice design on the back of her suit

WAKE UP NEW SORA WEAPON

(If I had a nickel for everytime a character with tech powers had a tech staff as their weapon I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice) (Yes I'm referencing Donnie from ROTTMNT)

Roby with the selfie wand! Not what I expected but I'm here for it.

And he seems to be having them doing a wave thing, as when he passes in front of the crowd they lift their arms up a bit and then put them back down.

I have no idea why they might be in the Administration, but I guess they are. (Also looks like this will be Episode 11)

Cinder in his sick ass outfit. Haven't even seen the whole thing and I can already confirm the minifigure does NOT do it justice at all.

Also (like everyone else) wondering how the hell he has Heat. Stole it from Wyldfyre using some weird Shatterspin magic? Maybe Jordana stole it using her dark magic for him? Or some other Tournament related thing that gave him said ability to take her powers.

Or maybe a new master of Amber? But 1) don't think the writers are going to just kill Skylor like that and 2) There's no way he would've been able to hold Ash's power for that long, even without broken Amber powers like Skylor likely did past Season 9

That's actually a really small dragon.

And Cole

No idea when this'll be (or who Lloyd's even fighting) but based on his outfit and the time of day, this is not one of the actual Tournament battles.

Maybe during these episodes in the actual battles Lloyd will wear the Tournament outfit, and then in scenes that are not Tournament events, he'll be wearing the master outfit. Which would put this scene at pretty much any point in the season except for Episode 11. And likely episode 20. Maybe

Or Lloyd will be wearing this outfit only at the beginning of the Tournament (likely only Episodes 12 and maybe 13) and then will wear the Tournament suit the rest of the season

WHAT DID JIRO AND ZANTH DO TO THEM TOT

They don't seem to have any people on their back?

Maybe it's illegal in the Tournament to use dragons? Or the guard dudes are just being bullies.

And why's that guy's gun got a clock on it

Ha. They deserved that for being mean to the dragons

So did that guy

Also there's some of the ninja. Can't tell who all of them are, but there is Wyldfyre for sure, and it looks like Maybe Zane and Geo? As well as whoever's wearing the brown color? I was going to guess Arin but the grapple makes it seem like it can't be him, so maybe Cole?

Maybe this is them trying to get to the Tournament and the Guard dudes intercept them

So it looks like those might be spectator outfits...

Also, Geo supporting his man!!!!! We love Geo! Look at his happy face!!!!

Wouldn't really explain why some of the apparent competitors are wearing them though

I'm thinking this may be the scene where Cinder somehow gets Wyldfyre's power. And/or Wyldfyre isn't having a fun time because this looks eerily similar to the fight in Episode 2 that resulting in her leg being shattered

Yeah. Very similar.

And Cinder's using his Shatterspin powers in this fight too. Shit

And he's smiling as usual too...

Except his eyes aren't red this time. Possibly he completely shattered his soul (as he said he was willing to do in Part 1's finale) and no longer needs the gong to access the Shatterspin powers?

Better look at the tech staff. I like it.

Though thinking about it now it might be specifically for this obstacle course thing Sora's been doing.

Looks like that might be Heatwave catching Lloyd? (Based on the claws and the fact that he caught Lloyd using his tail rather than some possibly more harmful or violent way such as the claws or mouth)

Also looks like this'll be episode 11. Maybe episode 12 prior to getting to the Tournament.

Saw someone else ask why the Source Dragon of Motion is glowing over the Monastery and honestly I have the same question.

Maybe this is supposed to be the end of Episode 20 after they free her?

Or earlier on in the season where she might be telling them to go to the Tournament of the Sources (as she and the others might be scared of Ras being able to get to them if his team wins the Tournament)

Also, that sure is a way to end a teaser /pos

Also, looking at the fact that it'll be October rather than earlier like I thought it would be, I'm thinking the date of release might be the 24th if following the previous patterns of release dates (Thursdays and multiples/factors of 4). But at the same time that feels very late, so it might actually be an earlier week like that of the 10th. Which will break the multiples/factors of 4 pattern, but it could happen.

Also, we did not see Nokt at all during this teaser, which is kinda odd. Maybe Ras is waiting until the right moment to use him in the Tournament?

[writingoddess1125]

Hockey AU Buggy

Hockey Buggy x GNReader

Fluffy Fluff Romance

Well Damn I come back with a writers block so bad not even a shotgun to the ass could blow it out! Anywho watched some TV and got this idea! Enjoy 💕

• Ah the Big Top Hockey Team- The best of the worse in Hockey.

• The Famed Center Clown Star of the Rink- Buggy.

• The Nickname coming from both his personality and the bright red nose he got from rosacea/cold

• Buggy is a notorious asshole to everyone- His long blue hair often poking out his helmet like little tuffs- often making him look ridiculous.

• He chews on his bright red mouth guard constantly and it looks like a permanent red smile shifting over his face when he sits out or is waiting.

• He and his team are lazy- but dirty players. Being the first to break out in fights and first to fuck up a play.

• Wouldn't be the first time Buggy punches someone in the back of the head and gets sat out for retaliation

• Missing a Tooth after a bad scuffle with the Red Hair Team a few years back so wears a clip in tooth to cover it.

• You were the journalist for the Hockey division- new and having to sit at almost every game in your area. This being no different as you sit with your laptop on your lap typing everything down. Not noticing you caught a certain centers eye-

• Buggy slows down right infront of you- Looking you up and down as he gave a wicked grin-

• "Ay! Haven't seen you here before gorgeous" Buggy chimes in, making you raise a brow at the man.

• "You're in a active game?-" You point out, gesturing to his team and the opposing team behind him currently fighting on the Rink while the poor ref tries to break it up.

• "They can wait- Your phone number however cant" He said with a grin- You laughing at his antics and shake your head.

• "Well, Seems like you're gonna have to wait- Cause you ain't getting it" You wink- Seeing his face freeze in both shock and interest at yohr rejection.

• Oh it Was On!

• Everytime you were at a game, so was Buggy. Either playing or not he would show up and shoot his shot at you.

• Each time you'd reject him. Some days he took it like a champ and others he would throw a bitch fit.

• However he didn't quit- even after a solid year he hadn't stopped. While you rejected him romantically it didn't mean you hadn't become good friends with him and his team.

• "I swear to God I'd be so good to you" He said, leaned against the wall. Dressed in his gear as his game was starting up soon. You smirk at this, not used to a more Eros form of remark.

• "Oh? Switching up the flirting Clown Boy?" You mused. However looking in his eyes you don't see lust like all the times before- No this was different.

• "I'd rub your feet good, Cook you dinner- make you fruit covered in chocolate. Just let me shoot my shot (Y/N) I promise"

• You stare at him surprised- A feeling of warmth hitting your face. "G-Go play. Your game is soon"

• He nods accepting what he felt was another rejection as he headed off to the rink.. Your heart seemingly skipping some beats.

• "I need your quote from the last game" You say, Seated in a Cafe so you could interview Buggy. However he was being difficult and turned facing away from you in the chair. "Which would be easier if you turned to face me"

• "Don't know about that- If I face you I may blow a hole through the table-" He deadpanned which made your eyes roll.

• "Well try-"

• "Alright but you look like that so don't be surprised if I look like I wanna be underneath you" He said with a smile, turning in his seat to take you in fully. A bright smile on his face-

• "Wow-" He said like he was blown away by you. "Quote- Now" You emphasize not wanting to fall into his new attempt at you.

• "I'll Honor you to the day I die- I Swear.. And you can quote that" He said with a bright smile, Winking at you and staring with only love in his eye.

• This continued for a week- And in truth your resolve was starting to break. It wasn't just flirting anymore but true interest in you and desire.

• It was getting harder and harder to reject him.. Maybe you liked his red nose, his blue hair or the way he giggled.

• However it wasn't till the first game of the new season that things changed. He had come to you with roses this time and his jersey.

• This was the most that people had ever showed up for a Big Top Game and it showed by how clean the team seemed for once. Including Buggy-

• His hair in a ponytail as he held the items out to you, stopping the flow of his team going on the Rink just for this.

• "Buggy what are you-" He cut you off with a desperate look in his eyes.

• "One chance- Give me a Moment and I swear, I'll make it last a lifetime"

• You stare at him, smiling as held put the jersey to you and flowers to you. A grin on his face as you shake your head with a chuckle, taking the gifts from him.

• His face lit up like you'd given him a million dollars and a blow job.

• "You get one moment- Make it count"

• That night you'd seen he had actually tried- putting out the best plays you'd ever seen and winning the game that night for the first time.

• The whole time he was staring at you as well

• Seemed all he really needed was that chance-

[symphonic-scream]

Posting little notes from WIPs and AUs 3/infinity; P5 Band AU

Overview; (most of) the Phantom Thieves are in a college study group, and eventually start a band just for fun. Only, things take off, and the Phantom Thieves of Hearts start taking Japan but storm

Makoto as their bass player, Ann on guitar, Ryuji drums, Yusuke keyboards, Akira lead. Futaba does their setups and lights and shit, And Haru is their Manager slash Makoto's gf. Akechi is a blogger that just really hates them and posts like poperazi photos of them

(this one would be done like a tour doc mockumentary if written)

Time for notes

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The band first forming because the others were all members of Makoto's like study group she helped with

Makoto: you are all pathetic when it comes to studying

Joker: join our emo band

Ann: you sad little closeted gay

Makoto: what?? I'm not- I'm not closeted??

Ann: okay. Sad little pathetic gay. You need my help, and maybe a makeover for shows

Makoto: I didn't plan to go on stage dressed like a law student. You do know that, right?

Ann: if you tried I would have glitterbombed you

And. The one time she had to rush to a show and it's one where she actually winds up takin a girl back to her dorm

++

The night Makoto and Haru met being at one of the first Phantom gigs, when they were all still uni students

Playing at a dive bar near their school, late on a weekday too,

They're playing their set and Makoto looks out at the people there to see if anyone's really paying them any attention and

She makes eye contact with the prettiest girl she's ever seen

Makoto: OH GOD

She keeps playing and tries to make herself seem cool so naturally she looks like a dork, wearing glasses and shit too, looking like a law student all the way, cause she ran to the gig after a test. Her glasses slide down her nose, cause shes staring down as she plays, gentle lip bite during a wild riff

Haru staring in awe from her table; holy shit

Makoto is too nervous to go over and talk when she looks like she walked right out of a nerd factory and is all gig sweaty but Haru finds her afterwards and starts talking

"can I buy you a drink? I know it's a weeknight, but, you played amazing and I have to shoot my shot"

"Sidhdkdjdudh s-sure"

Makoto gets her number by the end and a kiss on the cheek, though it lands very close to the edge of her lips

Ann: holy shit Makoto got a girl, looking like that

Makoto the next morning in the band chat: she made me breakfast

Ann: SLAY GURL

At practice like a few weeks later Makoto leaves her phone on a table and Akira glances over at it and opens a notification

Akira:

Akira: GUYS MAKOTO IS BEING SENT SEXY SELFIES FROM BAR GIRL

Ann: NO WAY

Ryuji: HOLY SHIT

Yusuke: what is her level of dress?

Akira: tank top, she's lying in bed, she also wrote "missing you right now, when does your practice end?" With a heart

Ann: goddamn

Makoto comes back and they give her a fucking standing ovation. Clapping as she's confused as fuck, until she goes bright red when she sees what Haru sent her. She, of course, goes over to her dorm for kisses after

Makoto: please never suddenly decide to send me Unsafe messages when I'm at practice, the others are clowns

Haru: I'd never send you those, I'd wanna see your reaction silly

Makoto: oh wow

Haru seeing all the darker, more punk looking clothes around Makoto's place: ooh! You have a rule breaker side? Should've seen that coming, miss Bassist

Makoto: ...fuck, date me

Haru: oh? Attached already? I have to say the same, I think I'll never get enough of you

Makoto: ... Fuck,

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Haru: I wouldn't say I'm. Particularly horny by nature. But. Seeing Makoto on stage changes a person.

Makoto: she said what

Haru having a tradition of leaving a lipstick mark on Makoto's neck or face before she goes on stage for each show

Makoto slips offstage first everytime, and right into Haru's waiting arm

Makoto, all hyped up from the show, sweeping Haru up and giving her a big kiss

Ann: damnit they're gonna get arrested for public indecency again

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Their first "tour bus" is a camper rv and it's to take them to a big outdoor concert thing. Everyone thinks there's going to be an argument over who gets the actual bed in the back

But then Haru pulls the "I paid." Card. So her and Makoto are sleeping on an actual mattress

Futaba: I'm gonna sneak back there and sleep on the end of the bed like a cat

Ann: you'll change your mind quickly

Futaba: ...Haru mumbles in her sleep. About Makoto. I am never trying that again

++

On their tour bus, everyone is chilling around, Makoto has Haru seated on her lap as they watch reviews of their stuff on Haru's phone

Haru wearing a slightly big version of the band merch on chill days in the tour bus (the real one), everyone knowing it was the one Makoto wears to interviews

Makoto with her glasses on, looking over some law shit her sister sent for her to double check, but otherwise she's got piercings in and her tattoos are visible in her tank

Haru keeps making eyes as she helps Joker get everyone's food orders set up

Yusuke: ah. Tonight I will need earplugs, I must pick them up at the next rest stop

Makoto: HEY- NO! WE WOULDNT DO THAT ON THE BUS

Haru: ...aha yeah-

All the same, they do have some nice kisses. Makoto is not immune to Haru in her clothes

Makoto: fuck, baby I love it when you wear my shirts

Haru: ...

Makoto: don't say it. Please-

Haru: wouldn't you rather I take it off-

Futaba: STOP BEING GROSS IN THE VAN

Makoto: damnit

++

Early morning at a gas station with them grabbing their gas station picks in like the worst gas station 2 am outfits too. Including Haru wearing one of Makoto's flannels buttoned up with her hair all tangled, with cute vegetable PJ pants and bunny slippers, Makoto draped across her back in a Ryuji Tshirt and old law school sweatpants

"wait, you guys are the Phantom Thieves of Hearts!"

"Ugh, not at this hour,, where's the coffee machine? Im gonna brew it with 5 hour energy"

"u-um, t-there..?"

++

During an interview they're asked if any of them have tattoos

Makoto: oh I have some flowers like, around my collarbone. You can't see em when I've got a shirt on. They're all flowers, Haru helped me pick which ones based on their meanings. I'm getting some more added soon

Haru loves tracing the tattoos Makoto gets, each flower so delicate and shit

++

Makoto being the sap that sits there with Ann writing all of their romance songs

"we should make another yearning song"

"NO YOU TWO STOP WRITING GAY YEARNING"

"Fuck off. Now, what about this-"

Makoto sings lower harmonies sometimes, but it's usually Ann or Yusuke doing the backups for Akira

But she does hum or sing the love songs for Haru when they're having date night and in either their apartment or in a hotel room alone

Slow dancing in casual comfort clothes, Haru with her head resting on her shoulder, Makoto softly singing one of the songs that was written with Haru in mind, both staring down at the little ring Makoto slipped onto her finger earlier that day

Haru: everyone's gonna freak

Makoto: yeah I'm surprised I didn't fold and tell them about this

Haru: your fans are going to hate me even more now, heh,

Makoto: mm, well who cares about them, all I need is right here in my arms

++

They have a "rules for touring" list

They tried a "no wearing just boxers" rule but Makoto and Ryuji both looked so tired after not sleeping for three nights that the rule was waved (cause my personal HC is they both run very warm)

"dude it's just too hot with pants!"

"He's correct, I can't handle a blanket, Haru, and pants"

They're work out buddies too

Both sneaking into gyms in disguises when they stop in towns and shit. Everyone else is focused on like. Doing normal things

Haru is setting up with the owner of the place they've got a gig at, Ann is dragging Futaba through gift shops, Yusuke is sketching sights, and Joker is people watching and-

Makoto and Ryuji are working out. Ryuji jogging on a treadmill while Makoto does arm shit or something, maybe core workouts

Ryuji: ah, always best to crank it before a show

Makoto: stop referring to our workouts as "cranking it". Please.

Ryuji: ...huh? Dude stop being weird, you're gonna throw me off my jack

[garymerlow]

Debuting my new WIP sharing header pic by...well, you guessed it: sharing a WIP! It's OC stuff, but new girlies I've yet to introduce properly but are tangentially related (not by blood) to my main gals. Same universe yadda yadda. This takes place in 2018. The rest will come on Friday if I get myself together to finish whatever this is, I'm writing by the seat of my pants per usual. Enjoy!

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Juliet knew that first dates weren't usually this low-key, so casual that to the untrained eye it would look more like two best friends hanging out together at an Olive Garden. To be fair, those untrained eyes would be at least a bit right.

She'd been best friends with Clementine Gallagher since they were seven and eight years old, respectively. They'd done more things that would've been 'dates' between two heterosexual people than warranted counting.

But they'd only made their romantic relationship official three days ago, on Halloween. They'd spent the evening playing New York City resident and clubbing together; Juliet dressed as Supergirl and Clementine dressed as a brunette Chucky.

Juliet had popped the question after quite a few shots of Fireball and considerably more bravery than she was used to having. Asked if they could be more, asked if she could kiss her.

Clementine had enthusiastically said yes and proceeded to press her to the brick wall of the club they were standing outside and kissed her senseless.

That was three days ago, this was now. At a small table in the Times Square Olive Garden. Everyone in her immediate family and friend group thought they were eating somewhere else more casual, like a McDonald's.

But no, they were mildly dressed up and sitting across from each other in Olive Garden, holding hands on top of the table next to their salad bowls.

Juliet focused on Clementine's holographic silver nails as they shined in the soft lighting, because she knew if she looked at her friend's-- her girlfriend's face for longer than a few seconds that she would only want to kiss her lipstick off in front of all these poor unsuspecting strangers, and then some.

She hoped Clementine felt the same. She was mildly sure she did, but the anxiety in her mind always had to consider other options.

"I feel like we should be doing something more," Juliet admitted, her thumb rubbing over Clementine's knuckles as she spoke "since this is our first official date. Not that I think being here is inadequate or anything! But still..."

Clementine hums softly, the sound almost drowned out between the music and the other conversation happening nearby, and when Juliet looks up she has her eyes closed and her bushy eyebrows knit together in contemplation.

And see, if this was a proper first date where they'd only just met each other and not a relationship where they'd known each other for thirteen years, Juliet would've probably clocked her expression in a more negative light.

"Well...we could see if we could catch a movie after we're done here, if that would make things feel more 'authentic' to you? I'd probably do that with someone I didn't know as well, anyway." Clementine remarks, using her other hand to fish her phone out of the pocket of her black cardigan, quickly typing out her pass code with her thumb.

"Anything but Bohemian Rhapsody!" Juliet blurts out, suddenly remembering her plans for the next day.

Clementine smiles up at her wryly, squeezing her hand as she huffs a laugh, and Juliet swears her green eyes sparkle from under her lashes.

"I know, Julie. You're seeing it with Evie and Bobert." She says, and Juliet is reminded that she'd been practically telling her everytime an ad came round on the telly that she was going to see it with her younger sister and Pops.

She'd also been trying to invite her to come along, but Clementine was already going to go see it with her family when they returned to England the next week, so she'd eventually stopped asking.

"Right, yeah. Sorry." Juliet blushes, feeling both mildly dumb and slightly overwhelmed.

She was making this whole thing more awkward than it had any right to be. She'd promised herself she wouldn't make this date into something dramatic and inauthentic, because they'd been best friends first. Were still best friends. They could just kiss and fuck now without it being weird.

"Get out of that big, brilliant head of yours, Barlow" Clementine says quietly but firmly, shaking their interlocked hands together to pull Juliet from her thoughts and back to the moment "How do you feel about seeing Mamma Mia! On the big screen? I know we've seen it plenty of times, but definitely not in a theater..."

Oh, how Juliet loved that damn movie. Clementine was right, they both had seen it loads of times on her insistence over the years. Singing the songs, dancing on each other's beds at sleepovers while watching it. Debating which 'dad' they would've preferred to have. The memories went on and on.

"I'd love that," Juliet grins, feeling a weight lift off her chest at the thought of it "Do you think they'd let us sing in the theater?"

"I think we'll have to wait and see. Hope we don't end up sat with someone uptight" Clementine replies before her attention's pulled away to the server walking up to the table with a serving tray loaded with plates and bowls.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[equallyshaw]

favorite crime | mat barzal.

– part of the Sour hockey imagines.

– warnings: swearing.

– word count: 2.2k

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Know that I loved you so bad I let you treat me like that I was your willing accomplice

–

she was head over heels, and everyone knew it. especially mat. he thrived off of it, he had her in the palm of his hands and used it to his advantage. especially when he wanted to get laid. he was a dude, what else would you expect? the first time she questioned everything was when he failed to show up to her apartment after a pre planned meeting between the two. he blew it off as "something came up" not knowing he was doing it to test her patience and her loyalty to him. the second time she questioned her love for the canadian was when he blew up at her when she commented on him showing up unannounced while she was doing school work.

"you show up now and now then, mat? I'm busy! i cant just drop everything for you when i have my own life." she fought back, and he chuckled angrily. "there are plenty of fucking women in this city that would." he seethed before turning around and walking out.

the third time was when he was harassing her over text messages, he did not like how she was seen in a snapchat story from one of her friends of her and another guy doing shots together. he was asserting dominance over her, and again testing her loyalty. her friends told her that that was not fuckin normal and that she needed to drop him. but the only problem was, was that she loved him. they did not know how sweet he could be in private, when he whispered sweet nothings in her ears as he made love to her or when they did couple things her their respective apartments such as decorating a gingerbread house or baking pumpkin bread over the holidays. they did not know who he was when it was just the two of them, and so she just kept going back.

–

And I watched as you fled the scene Doe-eyed as you buried me

–

then things began to turn for the worse, and every time he left her apartment he'd leave her in tears as he had just given her another blow to her self-worth, confidence, and who she was. he did not care. he would act as if he did nothing wrong, and that they were just having a conversation. he again thrived off the feeling it gave him and how she could still take it all, and crawl back to him. he'd leave knowing what he always knew, she'd call or text the next day apologizing for whatever she thought she did.

she sat on the couch looking at her white carpet, as he yelled at her from the other side of the room. this time it was about how she was seen taking shots with a guy in the snapchat video. "but you don't own me! we arent even a damn couple, so you cant get upset if i go out with my friends!" she screamed at him through tears, not being able to control them. "that's why you need new friends!" he screamed back at her, as she consoled her self by wrapping her arms around herself. she looked up at him, as if what he said was not hurtful and that it was not an issue. that he was just, 'stating the obvious'. she shook her head, crying even harder as he slammed her apartment door shut.

–

Those things I did Just so I could call you mine The things you did Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

–

this girl did everything her power to make sure she looked the part everytime they went out, with his teammates. make sure she looked the part so that she could actually have the part at some point; officially. her sister and her best friend were concerned when she brought a whole new wardrobe, got her hair highlighted and started wearing loads of makeup. the very opposite of who she was, prior to meeting mat.

"listen please don't take this the wrong way hun, but what is going on? why have you changed everything about yourself? for him." her sister said concerningly one morning over brunch. her little sister gave her a confused looked, "look at the outfit you have on. this is something i'd wear and though i love it...it isn't you. this isn't my sister that i know." but her little sister would not hear it. "you don't love him bean, please don't say that you do." she said giving her hard look and her little sister knew that she was upset. "god damn, he's changed you! you cant be in love this deeply after 4 months bean..you just cant be!" her older sister said getting heated. "you-you don't know him-" and her older sister chuckled. "i know him enough, thankyou." and with that her older sister threw some money on the table and was gone.

she did not realize how much she needed to hear that, and as she returned back to her apartment; her mind was running rapidly. she had changed, and not for the better. she began to dress differently, act differently to those that tried to talk down on mat, changed her whole schedule to match his and most importantly, she never ate anymore. she was too transfixed on being enough for him, but deep down she knew she'd never be enough.

–

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line And I defended you to all my friends

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"denise- he isn't that bad!" she defended mat, as she was out to eat with the friends that he wanted her to drop. denise and the other shook their heads. "how many god damn times have you called me in tears after he left your apartment, huh? how many times have you called us having an anxiety attack because he told you to stop hanging out with us or to stop doing the things that make you happy? he's fucking controlling you, and you don't even recognize it!" and the others agreed. the girl shook her head, so miserably in love. "girl..we don't even wanna hang out with you knowing that he's gonna call you as soon as you step one foot out of the restaurant or store..but we know we cant leave you alone to fend for yourself." ashley another friend stated. "guys, stop. he cares about me, i promise. i would not be with him if he didn't." she said desperately, trying to move on from the conversation. the others took another defeat and moved on. though, they would be continuing to go back to the conversation at a later date.

–

And now, every time a siren sounds I wonder if you're around 'Cause you know that I'd do it all again

–

even after 6 months of having no contact, whenever she heard the song that was playing the very night that they met in that crowded bar, she looks around hoping to see him. she thinks about that night everytime and how much he love bombed her, in hopes to get her back to her apartment. she thinks back to how good it was those first few weeks and how much he acted as if he adored the girl to the ends of the earth. sweet texts, coffee delivered to her place, flowers in the mail and the incredible sex her gave her. she would go back to that mat in an instant, but she knows it was all a ploy to gain her trust just so then he could rip herself apart, slowly and surely.

–

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do 'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

–

the two of them did a number on one another as if that was not already clear. even though she continued to go back time and time again, she'd make sure he felt just as shitty as when he did it to her. she made sure he felt just how worthless he made her feel and would threaten everything, even his livelihood.

once people had begun to question their relationship and how fucked it all seemed, she began to become distant. mat noticed it, how couldn't he? he was in tune with every mood, every step, and every action she made. he had to be, or he wouldn't be able to get away with what he did. then slowly, she began to fight back. if he was doing it, why couldn't she? the next time he showed up after she brunch with her sister, she didn't take the words he threw at her. mat felt threatened with every insult and glare she threw at him. he was nervous for the first time in their 'relationship' or 'situationship'. "what has gotten into you?" he said as he felt cornered. she laughed heartedly, "doing exactly what you do the second you step into my place." she seethed, turning back to look at him with an icy glare. "you hurt me babe, so i get to hurt you." she said grinning darkly. "do you know how that makes me feel about you?" she questioned, not a beat later. he shook his head. "it makes me fucking hate you." she said smiling, before she placed her lips on his.

–

Oh, look what we became

–

finally after what seemed like an eternity, when in reality it was only 7 months; she left. she moved back home to connecticut to be with her parents and friends. mat was shocked to show up to her place, and she no longer resided there. he texted her, but never got a response after she had changed her number. he had no way to get ahold of her besides social media, that she also abandoned for new accounts as well.

her parents had no idea why she showed up on their doorstep right before christmas, but once they found out; they were never going to let her leave the state again.

the last time they fought was the worst that they had fought before, plates and cups as well as a flower vase broke within her apartment. cops were called, the apartment manager was called and so was his lawyer and agent. the two were able to get out of it, and with a little money dropped their way they forgot about all of it. she had never once been in the presence of violence, and she knew in that moment she had to leave. she quickly got her sister and friends to help her pack the very next day and as soon as everything was shipped, she flew home.

–

All the things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

–

even when things never seemed to go right, there would be moments that would make it seem like it was all alright. a few nights before the last fight, mat had shown up with her favorite pizza and a bottle of red wine. and that night he showed her what she'd been craving for a while again. he was gentle, he was sweet, kind, loving, and every single synonym in the book that described somebody who deeply cared about somebody. he had shown her what he could be if he ever made things official. but like anything in her life, this was not meant to be.

she hopes that he realizes how much of a mistake it all was, getting to know her. she hopes selfishly, that he realizes how much of an ass and how he had fumbled a dime like her. she was an amazing person, ask anyone in her life. and one should be so lucky to know her and call her theirs.

–

Your favorite crime

–

as years go by, she finally finds the courage to head back to new york to visit her sister. running through the snowy streets trying to get inside before she gets even more soaked. she holds the hand of her new fiance tony, she gets inside quickly to see her sister and her husband sitting near the back. her sister see's her baby sister's contagious smile from across the restaurant and tears up at how comfortable she looks and see's the ever- loving gaze her fiance holds for her as he takes her coat off.

as luck would have it, mat and his teammates had just sat down in the Italian restaurant only mere minutes before her and tony. the couple walk down the length of the restaurant to hug the waiting couple. "oh my god, the ring is even more beautiful in person!" her sister gushed as she and her husband inspected it. tony only laughed, as he looked on. he pulled out the seat for her, and which she took with a wide smile. a little while later as the four were leaving, the older sister saw the scorned and tainted canadian as she walked in front, and she gave the best family glare she could. he felt chills run down his spine, as he took in the girl that he used and abused over and over again. she looked happy and so in love with the guy.

hope it was all worth it, mat.

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and there you have it folks😢 pls don't kill me lol

but if you enjoyed, please like and reblog-- itd mean a whole lot!

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some tags from previous parts in series: @fallinallincurls @jayda12 @barzzal @matbaerzal @slafgoalskybaby @bitchinbarzal @hockeyboysarehot @cellythefloshie @hockey-lover86

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

MY COUSIN VINNYYYYY (watch notes watch notes watch notes.) (first half. cause I love this movie n have somethin to say every three seconds)

so I confess this is actually my second time watchin this (in three days) but I'll throw in my commentary from my first watch as I remember it

RALPH that's my guy. genuinely. him n Patrick swayze can get me to watch literally any movie. honest to god.

the way this wood is stacked up on the back of this truck is stressin me OUT

god that is such a tough lil car man let me AT a convertible I'd go fuckin CRAZY

THIRTY ONE CENTS FOR A CAN? man 1992 let me at em.

I think they mention it later but like. what's up with these two. like. are they just friends road trippin? where is their LUGGAGE

oh FUCK that tuna man that stressed me out SO bad first watch

'you know what the minimum age for execution is in Alabama?' '16?' 'TEN!' n that. my dear reader. is what we call foreshadowin. also I giggled.

obsessed with how. have they said his name? the friends is freakin the fuck out n there is literally just a cop behind them. no lights. no siren. but also I get him. that's literally how I get i get him.

the process from gettin behind them to turnin on the lights to the sirens is so slow. why does this cop take 10 minutes to pull them over.

GUN ON THESE FUCKERS IMMEDIATELY? dog that is like. NOT. legal. right? 'all this over a can of tuna' HA

ralph serves insane amounts of face in this movie BILL. THATS HIS NAME.

jesus miscommunication arcs make me so goddamn mad. AOUGH. just ask what you've been hauled in for. NOW. stop TALKIN.

this is so funny to imagine from Bill n the other guys side. from their pov these cops are genuinely tryin to send them to the chair over tuna

bills lil laugh n accent n all. it actually is everythin to me

'when did you shoot him?' 'I shot the clerk?' 'yes. when did you shoot him?' 'I shot the clerk?' mama the way the first time I watched this I audibly went HUSH

'yeah. youre bein booked for shopliftin. n I'm bein booked for accessory to shop liftin.' 'no stan. I'm bein booked for murder.' 😨 one for the I giggled tally

PLEASE stop tiltin the camera dear GOD

'you know any great attorneys?' 'no. :( I'm callin my mother. :(' bill ily

'ello MA. ma. ma. please. ma.' that whole scene is comedy gold man.

MY COUSIN VINNY MENTION

I need to own his boots. for the good of my mental health. please. I need them right now. I'll do anythin.

I love this woman so bad she's the baddest bitch I ever seen in my life. I forget her name. but lord she's so bad.

'you ever heard of it?' 'no.' 'she's never heard of it n she's never wrong.' a man who loves his WIFE. we need more men in media who go. she said no n I trust her on anythin. so you're wrong. immediately.

'famous for your mud? how's your Chinese food.' I LOVE HER

Ralph's big brown wet eyes I love that guy man

look I'm no law expert. but there is less then no chance they'd let these two hang out together. if they were booked together they'd be separated yeah

Bill ily. that man gets stuck in jail n immediately knocks the fuck OUT. I get him.

'what are your alternatives?' 'to what? to you? suicide. uh. death.' HA

the way bill is lookin blankly at the table as he slowly realizes his cousins never practiced law a day in his life has me HOWLIN I mean LOOK at him

dog this whole scene is SO funny. I can't even sum it up in any way that matters. Joe Pesci does so well with vinny's character.

vinny is so SHORT compared to the judge ANWBJWJS also the guy is so familiar. like. I know him from somethin.

I'm not sure what this is exactly. like. an audition to be their attorney? what's the deal

Lil neon sign motels way back in the woods are my SHITTTT. I love the weird vibes from them so much.

GIRL I FORGET HER NAME BUT SHE SERVES SO FUCKIN HARD IN THIS MOVIE MAN EATS EVERYTIME

this menu cracks me UP the options are literally breakfast lunch dinner. no specifications.

GRITSSS. I love grits man. I can fuck them up so bad. but not the runny ones. they taste like shit.

also this ain't related to anythin but I have to say I LOVE how this movie perfectly sets up it's pay offs SO well man AGH!!

these whole first few courtroom scene give me the most vile second hand embarrassment. get the fuck OFF the table NOW. get it TOGETHER. Just say guilty or NOT. my GOD.

how touchy bill n vinny are in this movie actually gets me everytime. they're always huggin n vinnys always tryin to give him physical comfort. like I know that the fact they're cousins ain't really IMPORTANT per se but their familial relationship is just real sweet.

nice that they still let Bill n Stan serve cunt even on trial

'don't talk to me sittin in that chair' '...HE told me to sit here!' HA

the way bill n stan are always side eyin the FUCK outta each other in the background I love those boys

bills lil nervous habits get me everytime. gnawin on his thumb nail n twiddlin his fingers n pickin at his cuticles bitin at his knuckles he's everythin to me

'I am not about to revamp the entire legal process just because you find yourself in the unique positions of defendin clients that say they didn't do it.' this judge guy gets on my nerves so bad but he unfortunately did go insanely hard on that

dog this runnin bit of him gettin thrown in jail for contempt is SO funny to me

Bill n stan sittin together on the prison bus n vinny sittin alone is SO fuckin funny man. we don't WANT YOUR ASS!! sit over THERE!

chewin on their accents

the car -> lawyer comparison is so funny to me

'what can I do to help?' 'keep bailin me out!!' or. n consider this. maybe stop gettin thrown IN

on thing about vinny. he loves his fiance.

'get my ass kicked or collect 200 dollars. hm. its a tough choice. I'll be very honest with you I could use a good ass kickin.' this movies comedic timin is SO fuckin good

vinny is so fuckin crazy in this scene AHSGSH also the way he keeps interruptin himself to focus on that one guy in the neck brace n see if he's got an injury case always has me HOWLIN AJDHHD

chompin on bill in that basketball scene. can someone explain to me why they let him serve so hard. n like. for what.

like HELLO?

'my parents argue too! that doesn't make them lawyers!' 'stan. I've seen your parents argue. trust me. they're amateurs.' I'm HOWLINNN

dog arguin is literally foreplay for Lisa n Vinny what's wrong with them.

I'm a lawyer by no means but I think this movie would be REAL fun to watch WITH a lawyer. the amount of leadin questions they ask is RIDICULOUS.

settin the trial for THIS MONDAY? that is NOT how that works!! this shit usually takes MONTHS man MONTHS

the way vinny says 'hey stan. you're in ala-fuckin-bama' always scratches at my brain

obsessed with how this prison stay is basically just an extended sleepover for them. they literally have bunks. they're always just chattin.

dog if I went to visit my lawyer n he was KNOCKED OUT? I'd start fuckin sweating bullets. man. please lock in. please.

'what are you scared?' what are you DUMB? mama if I were facin the electric chair I'd be quakin in my fuckin boots 24/7

why did vinny just have a pack of cards in his pocket. actually nevermind. that feels right for him. yeah.

so basically that whole brick playin card scene was just 'if I show you a magic trick can I please be your lawyer🥺' right

Billy talkin about vinny n the magician is actually so sweet to me. that's my guy frl.

STOP TILTIN THE CAMERA PLEASE

the thing with vinny is that he was ALWAYS a good lawyer. like. the movie shows you again n again throughout the movie he's a good lawyer. he just also happens to be a fuckin idiot.

I LOVE this movie n it's stupid bits AOUGH the motels always havin SOMETHIN is SO funny

ok I gotta pause cause it's SO late but anyhow!! I love this movie with my whole heart!! EEK!

[ocstabler]

OC: S2E4- For A Few Leke More

Elliot gives Rita the waitress at the diner a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo to help her with her English. The chmistry between these two is insane. You basically feel the fatherly vibes rolling off-screen. All Elliot wants to do is protect her and he gives Reggie major side-eye everytime he hits on her.

At a poker game, Eddie meets a cocky guy called Luka. Luka talks down to Eddie about being a crappy judge of character and not very good at what he does, seeing as he did time. At the diner the next day, Rita is missing and Luka berates the other waitress, Amelia, for his order being wrong (even though she points out she did write it down correctly, he still blames her). Eddie tries to defuse the situation but Luka insults Eddie's loyalty so he punches him and threatens to gouge his eye out. Which is fair. But Reggie warns him that he's messed up because that's Kosta's oldest daughters finance.

Elliot tells Bell how he messed up and she tells him he should have known who Luka was. He said he had to do something as he was questioning his loyalty. He has a meeting with Kosta. Reggie tells him to run and implies his Father was killed by Kosta. Eddie says it'll be fine. He goes home and tells Eli he loves him and is proud of him. He calls Liv and tries to explain the 'I love you' comment but he can't find the words. Really nice scene between Elliot & Eli, where Elliot is hugging Eli too long because he thinks he's got a chance of getting killed by Kosta and wants Eli's last memory of him to be a good one and to let him know how much he loves him. It's sweet and Eli has the right amount of 'please stop' about him. It's also nice where Elliot just plays about with him before he goes and Eli laughs, it's a sweet genuine moment and I'd guess they improvised it just to add to the realism of the moment. Elliot calling Liv is also his way to try and get closure with her, but it's a one-sided conversation and he gives up. It's quite awful that if he had died, she'd have got one voicemail from him where he's cut off just before explaining the I love you moment. And that would have been her lasting memory of him.

Kosta isn't happy about what happened and says that he isn't part of the family and never will be and he doesn't care if Reggie vouches for him. But Albi does, and that holds weight with Kosta. He tells Eddie he's to replace Luka on a job that he was due to carry out that evening as a way to make it up to him.

Flutura comes to the gym and flirts with Eddie and invited him to her place. He goes there, drugs her drink and find a bunch of young girls passports, inluding Rita's. He leaves just before Albi gets back home.

The job from Albi is robbing a bar. A member of public calls the police and Bell has to intercept them, but when someone at the bar pulls a gun, Eddie shoots him. A cop inside manages to capture that Elliot responded to the warning and the guy was a threat. I'm really glad they established that Elliot only reacted in defense when he takes the shot, and it's non-fatal. Well hopefully. We never hear about this guy again I don't think, but lets assume all was fine.

Flutura turns up at Eddie's trailer and is grateful he didn't take advantage of him. They kiss and then go inside.

One thing I appreciate with OC is that they keep the women who show an interest in Elliot or his alter ego age appropriate. Lolita Davidovich is the same age as Meloni and I appreciate them not throwing some young girl at him to make it seems 'sexier'. They have a great connection as well and it works on-screen.