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Soccer Summer Camp in Barrie- FT United Soccer Academy

Summer is just around the corner, and parents are starting to plan out activities to keep their children engaged and active during the long break from school. If you have a child who loves soccer, a summer soccer camp can be a great way for them to develop their skills, make new friends, and have fun. In this article, we’ll take a closer look at what your child can expect to learn at the FT United Soccer Academy summer camp.

Fundamental Soccer SkillsAt the FT United Soccer Academy Barrie , children will learn the fundamental soccer skills necessary to become a well-rounded player. These skills include dribbling, passing, shooting, and defending. The coaching staff at the academy will use drills and exercises to teach children the proper technique for each skill and help them develop their abilities.

Teamwork and Communication Soccer is a team sport, and it’s important for players to learn how to work together and communicate effectively on the field. At the FT United Soccer Academy Barrie , children will participate in team-building exercises and learn strategies for effective communication on the field. They will also learn how to support and encourage their teammates, building important social skills and confidence.

Game Strategy and Tactics Playing soccer involves more than just individual skills and teamwork. Players must also understand game strategy and tactics to be successful on the field. At the FT United Soccer Academy Barrie, children will learn about offensive and defensive strategies, as well as how to read and react to game situations. These skills will help them become more strategic and successful players.

Physical Fitness and Conditioning Soccer is a physically demanding sport that requires players to be in top physical condition. At the FT United Soccer Academy Barrie, children will participate in a variety of physical fitness activities and conditioning exercises designed to improve their endurance, speed, and agility. These activities include running, agility drills, and strength training exercises.

Sportsmanship and Respect Soccer is not just about winning and losing; it’s also about sportsmanship and respect for the game and other players. At the FT United Soccer Academy , children will learn about the importance of sportsmanship and respect on and off the field. They will learn to play fair, follow the rules, and respect their opponents, coaches, and teammates.

Goal-Setting and Perseverance Setting goals and working hard to achieve them is an important life skill that children can learn through soccer. At the FT United Soccer Academy Barrie, children will learn how to set realistic goals for themselves and develop the perseverance and determination needed to achieve them. This skill is not only valuable in soccer but also in other areas of life.

Conclusion

The FT United Soccer Academy Barrie summer camp is a great opportunity for children to develop their soccer skills, make new friends, and have fun. Children will learn fundamental soccer skills, teamwork and communication, game strategy and tactics, physical fitness and conditioning, sportsmanship and respect, and goal-setting and perseverance. With the help of experienced and qualified coaches, children will gain valuable skills that they can carry with them on and off the field.

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Kiss Me More | Ch 1 | {Groan}

SUMMARY: It’s been twelve long years since you were the sad little girl tugging on the tails of your adoptive father’s coat.

Your brothers take notice. AN: New to posting fics on Tumblr, feel free to read here or over on Ao3 under the username VenusCrytraps. Same bat time, same bat channel.

{Trigger warning/Themes Masterlist}

And yeah, i wanna spend the night with you Yeah, i wanna feel a beating, bleeding heart, don't you? Because i've never really known But i pinky promise you i'm grown And i wanna know what it feels like

You’re deep in your head as you lean forward in your vanity’s mirror, lightly dabbing away the smeared lipstick at the corner of your mouth with your middle finger. You don’t notice the creak of your door as it opens, and the protest of the frame as one of your many adopted siblings leans against it.

You don’t see the range of emotions he cycles through- some visible on his face, and others happening only in his head, behind those stormy green eyes.

“Yeah. I don’t think so.” Jason scoffs to himself after a minute, startling you. The tension drains from your shoulders as you turn around to see him standing there, all geared up in his Red Hood uniform sans the armor and that goofy fucking helmet of his. Your surprise has less to do with the atrophied instincts you’ve barely managed to keep from your two weeks as Robin back in the day, and more to do with the strangeness of Jason serving you his best impression of Dick’s Blue Steel, A.K.A, his ’Concerned Big Brother’ face. Something your oldest brother pulled so often, he could have it patented. It looks totally ridiculous on Jason, a dude you legitimately haven’t seen out of his uniform since he was welcomed back into the family. You think to yourself that he must be doing his rounds, doing his best to repair the dynamics that were lost when he died, and soured when the pit left him more than a little trigger happy.

Still, you remind yourself of Dick’s advice, to reward vulnerability and welcome these moments. Jason was supposedly quite fragile beyond his hulking form.

You sighed. “What can I do for you?”

There was some lingering awkwardness around the fact that he’d briefly dedicated his life to ending your dads, but if Bruce could trust him enough to welcome him anywhere near the Batcave, you supposed you could, too. He was trying his best, after all. You just wish he’d take it elsewhere, for once.

Still, you’ll play along.

“Where the hell are you going?” Dressed like that, was the implication that hung in the air. You’re smart enough to fill in the blank. He’s smart enough to let you.

“Out.” You turn around, unable to help but be a little bit guarded about this particular line of questioning.

God, on all the nights…

Turning your back to him, you casually resume your preening. He doesn’t at all remember you being this stubborn, but he’d died and come back to find you a whole lot older than he remembered.

“Out,” Jason repeated, exhaling heavily as he pushed off the doorframe. Jason was your age, once. He knew all about ‘out’. When he was in your shoes, going to Gotham Academy, making those fancy friends with more money than sense, ‘out’ meant joyriding around, bar hopping with fake ID’s and hooking up with fast, socialite girls wearing skirts not unlike the one you sported as you shifted in your plush vanity seat.

“What’s his name?”

“Are you still here?”

It slips out of you before you can remind yourself of Dick’s instruction to give Jason the room and encouragement he needed to be a part of your life again. As if he were a scared cat, and not a six-foot-something giant with the wrong kind of bodycount.

You try again, but it doesn’t come out any more cordial. “What’s it to you, anyway?”

Jason raises an eyebrow. He wasn’t expecting that. He also wasn’t expecting you to look so…grown up. His gaze flickered over you, over the short skirt and lace trimmed cardigan you were wearing. Over the way you applied that mascara and eyeliner with practiced skill and patience.

You were beautiful. God damn it, Bruce.

Catching his gaze in the mirror, you falter. His unreadable stare pulls the plug on your brat-ittude. A sigh escapes you.

“I’ll be careful, Jay. I promise.” You mumble, capping your eyeliner with finality as you give into this game of house he insisted on playing with you. When your eyes finally flicker up to meet his again, something in them seems…changed. The expression he wears is no longer unreadable. You recognize it, but can’t seem to place it. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you, but it’s been just as long since you were able to get a good look at him, too.

And then it’s there, again. The guilt and shame that coils within you as you notice the way his arms bulge under the brown leather of his jacket, the set of his strong jaw and the pout of his full bottom lip. You want to bash your head against your vanity. Tonight was supposed to be your night to get away from this feeling. To distract yourself with normal boys that weren't off limits. To cure yourself of the way you instantly became distracted whenever your brothers were near.

Adoptive brothers, you remind yourself inwardly. But you know that fact doesn’t make you feel any less fucking gross.

For as much as you appreciated some of the upsides of puberty hitting you like a train, there were some notable downsides, too. Inappropriate attraction to the other gorgeous men that live in this house aside, you’d found yourself concerned with things you had always prided yourself on being above. The way you gravitated towards more flattering clothes and cuter underwear, your proclivity for flavored lipgloss and this…overwhelming desire to feel attractive had you feeling so unlike yourself that it was hard to embrace the change, let alone enjoy it. Sometimes, the process of becoming a woman often felt like you were being beat with a pretty pink nightstick.

It takes you a moment to realize you’ve been quiet for a strange amount of time. And the knowledge that he has too makes you tense in places you didn’t know you could.

“Besides,” You continue, though too much time has passed to really consider it a continuation of your promise. “I’ve got backup.”

Swiveling around in your vanity’s chair, you don a self satisfied smirk as you slip the hem of your skirt up your thigh just a smidge, exposing the knife holstered to your thigh.

Jason’s eyebrows almost hit the ceiling. He wasn’t expecting that of all things. Not the sight of you, gorgeous and young and supposedly retired from this whole vigilante thing having a butterfly knife strapped to your leg. He wasn’t expecting the thrill he was getting just by looking at it, and how much he wanted to see it in use.

What is wrong with me?

He clears his throat to regain his composure.

“Where the hell did you get that?” He asks, his voice rougher than before.

“Where do you think?” You can’t help but laugh, tugging the hem of your skirt back down. Your sharp tongue gets him hot under his collar in a way he is beyond not proud of.

Still, he joins you, letting out a noise that is somewhere between a laugh and a snort. The moment brings about a sense of familiarity, the conversation finding a groove it hasn’t been able to since before he had died.

Clearing his throat again, he has to fight against the heat threatening to rise in his face- unable to do much about the blood rushing south. “Look. I know it’s not my place, just…I’m concerned. About you going outside wearing…” The way he vaguely gestures to your outfit with his hands makes you forget he’s supposed to be some kind of sharpshooter.

“I’m…going on a date.” You finally answer, offering an olive branch. Maybe the truth really will set you free. From this cage of Wayne Manor, from the clear gloss, sensible shoes and frumpy skirts that were good for your optics, whatever the fuck that meant. Jason was in your shoes, once. Under the microscope of society, young and repping the name of an entire family on your back. You hope he can relate, and give you some grace. So you lay it on. Thick.

“Do you like it? It’s pretty much brand new. I never get to wear it, because there is no way dad would ever let me out dressed like this.”

Jason nods slowly.

He likes more than your outfit.

“You’re going on a date.” He turns it over in his mind. It seems his suspicions were correct. “And…Bruce doesn’t even know?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that. As if you told him where you were sneaking off to when you were my age. And don’t you dare say it was different or whatever bullshit you’re about to-“

Jason crosses the room to your still seated form before you can finish, stepping into your personal space and placing a hand under your chin. He lifts it gently, and tries not to absolutely lose it at the way you look up at him from beneath your lashes.

“Where is he taking you?” Jason asks, his voice low and rough.

You do your best to beat back that feeling again. The warmth in your core is persistent, but you’ve had a few years of practice surpassing it. Digging your nails into your palm, you try not to observe how handsome he looks, even now, with that spark of disapproval in his gaze. Focusing hard, you manage not to bite your lip at his tone.

“Drive-in.” The truth slips from you quickly, and quieter than it would have several minutes ago, when you couldn’t smell his cologne. You lean into his touch imperceptibly. “And then there’s a party we might stop by.”

“Drive-in?” Jason repeats, his eyebrows arching. “Like, a literal movie drive-in? Do those places still actually exist?” His fingers tighten, his thumb rubbing against your chin- dangerously close to the fullness of your bottom lip. There’s no way you could miss the way his eyes devour your face. And drop to your lips.

“Uh-huh.” You confirm, dropping your chin ever so little, kissing his thumb. “They’re popular spots. Sitting in your car with your date. Alone, in the dark.”

“God, you’re killing me right now.” His heart pounds as your lips touch his thumb, but makes no move to pull it away. His fingers grip your chin a little tighter. His other hand comes to your neck, the pads of his fingers brushing over it gently. “You’re just begging to be kissed, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” the word escapes you breathlessly. It’s so fucking embarrassing. You can’t help it. That you care so much about your hair, that your showers are extra long and that you’re so horny all the fucking time now because living in his house is like being in the Olympic village- constantly surrounded by beautifully sculpted people. It was beyond difficult, even if you were now counted among them.

Jason doesn’t care that your door is cracked open or if anyone could walk in and see you. He drops one hand off of your chin, and the one tracing your pulse trails back and up into your hair, forgetting himself as he fists the strands and tugs it back.

“God, look at you.”

It’s all he can manage before he’s leaning down, pressing his lips to yours. The discovery of your flavored lipgloss sets off a wave of possessiveness in him when he thinks that some other punk was planning to savor the taste. He wants it to be just for him.

You kiss him back before you can think about it. You’re touch starved and aching, barely thinking straight as he lifts you into his arms with his impossible strength and picks you up as if you weigh less than nothing. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist. Breaking the kiss, your hands find his face, thumbs brushing over the scars on his cheek. “Forgot how strong you are, Jay.”

He lays you across the bed with one swift motion and kneels between your legs as his large hands roam your thighs. You know for a fact that your skin is soft and smooth. Your Everything Shower routine was of the gods.

“You’ve grown up, baby bat.”

His dark eyes bore into you, the old nickname rolling off of his tongue with ease. It no longer brings an irritated flush to your face the way it did when you were still playing with dolls. For a moment, he’s reminded of the fact that he was here to try and step into that role again. To be the brother that keeps you from making the sort of dumb mistakes he had been known for at your age, and not to touch you- but you’re so soft and so sweet. There’s no pity in your eyes, or fear of the monster he used to be. He can't decide if he wants to cherish you or ruin you, but he's greedy enough to try and get away with both.

Manicured fingers twitch to the front tie of your lace cardigan. The edge of the ribbon rests between your forefinger and thumb before you slowly pull, releasing the bow. You reveal your bare, ample chest to him as you agree breathlessly. “Yeah,”

Jason bites his lip at the sight of your chest. A deep sense of satisfaction fills him as you reveal yourself to him, and the hand on your thigh rises slowly, stopping at your hip. He lets out a soft groan as he promptly resumes to think with the wrong head.

Catching his gaze, you drag your nails down his chest, fingers stopping at his belt. Tilting your head, you don’t bother to look as you work on undoing the buckle and pull it free from the loops of his pants. “Jay,” You whisper.

“Don’t call me that.” His voice is low, his gaze still boring into yours. “It makes me…feel a certain type of way.” Tilting his head back a little, he lets out another soft grunt when he feels you working open the front of his pants. His eyes fall shut. He seems to be on the verge of something, no doubt attempting to convince himself to stop before the two of you do something you can’t take back.

“What if I want you to feel that way?” You ask, dipping your hand beneath the open waistband of his pants, your soft fingers brushing against his swelling cock.

“Jesus Christ.” Releasing a deep breath, he looks down at you. His hand travels up to your throat, fingers digging into your skin.

“Please.” You finally just beg him, your bare chest heaving as you attempt not to squirm with the anticipation. “Please, Jay. Please.” How long has it been, since you were touched? Yeah, you were gorgeous, and fairly popular at school, but being involved with the precious daughter of the ‘prince of Gotham’ was often too risky for a lot of the guys at school. With you, they couldn't get away with half of the things they could with some of the other girls you know. And then there’s Jason. Someone she’s known for a good chunk of her life. Someone she trusts, someone she’s mourned, and most importantly- someone who is not afraid of Bruce Wayne.

The dying embers of his resolve are snuffed out the minute you shift your hips, that too short skirt riding up and revealing your absolutely soaked panties. And fuck, has he even touched you yet?

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, sweetheart. I got you.” Jason leans over you, one hand supporting himself by your head as the other drags your underwear to the side. Two of his calloused fingers stroke your slippery folds, covering his hand in your warm slick before he fists his thick cock.

He brings the blunt head of him close to you, stroking your clit before it brushes against your core. “Relax for me, sweetheart. You gotta let me in.” He murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Hold onto me.”

You do. Your fingers dig into his strong shoulders as he finally manages to push into you with a long suffering groan. You’re no virgin, but you’re half his size, and so, he bets, was every other chump you had before him. And from the way your walls quiver and stretch around him? He also bets that list is pretty short.

“ ’S okay, princess,” He breathes, his pupils blown wide. It takes everything in him not to pin you down and absolutely destroy you, but he reminds himself that your desperation does’t equal experience. You can act as fast as you want, you still need time to adjust to him.

“Oooh, fuck.” Jason hisses, his nails digging into the sheets beside you as he somehow manages to bottom out. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You can feel his shoulders tense under your palms, and your soft hands slip down his biceps until you’re holding his forearms. You’re so tight it’s criminal, and he can’t even focus as he begins to thrust into you.

His name sounds magical coming from your lips, and you look so gorgeous beneath him, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he fucks you hard and deep and bare. Your cunt is noisy and desperate, sucking him deep into your impossible warmth, covering every inch of him in your slick. His hand finds your throat again, and he can feel the way you squeeze around him in response. He groans complete delight. “You like that? Huh?”

Something akin to a yes escapes you as he begins to fuck you harder, the wood of the antique bed frame creaking in protest as your distant sort-of-stepbrother practically folds you in half, seemingly unable to get deep enough inside of you. Jason is a complete mess above you as you all but melt into your sheets, fingers tangled in the linens as each deep thrust forces a desperate whine from your parted lips.

“Such a perfect little cunt. So warm and fuckin’ wet-“ His free hand greedily palms at your tits as a string of other obscenities that make your clit throb begin to fall from his lips. He finds a spot deep within you that makes your toes curl and your walls tighten, and he grips your hips for leverage as he abuses it relentlessly. The difference between you is such that he barely has to shift his hand from your thigh to have his thumb roll over your clit shortly after you feel him spit on it, the oddity and the sudden stimulation forcing your back to arch.

There’s a part of him that hasn’t yet forgiven Bruce for leaving him to die, and that part greedily soaks up the sight of you coming undone beneath him, your tits bouncing as your back arches off of your bed. You may be barely an adult, but you’re still Bruce Wayne’s little girl, too precious for combat, but not too precious for Jason to spread you open on your pastel linens, under your daddy’s roof. You cream around his cock as your greedy walls threaten to milk him but he refuses to let up, determined to bully another orgasm out of you before he’s through.

“Tell me you want it,” Of course he knows you do. You’re the one who practically scrambled for his belt the minute he got you onto the bed, but it’s not enough to see it. He wants to hear you say it. To beg for him His voice is hoarse. Desperate. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” You manage, barely able to get the words out. “Want you, I want you-“ His nails bite into your thigh and you can hear the blood rushing to your ears.

“Jason,” You look up at him through your lashes, tears of pleasure collecting in the corners of your pretty eyes. He mumbles your name in return, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

“Get off in me.”

“Fuck!” His orgasm hits him like a train almost instantly, and he grinds into you needily with a disbelieving groan, filling you up. Your eyes nearly roll back as you come undone around him, and you’re not even though your orgasm before he lets out a barely coherent whine that sounds like it could be ‘good girl’ or ‘dirty fucking tease’. Your mind is spinning too much to make sense of anything and you decide take your pick, leaning back into your nest of plush blankets and pillows.

“Shit,” You breathe, exhausted.

“Yeah.” He agrees.

Jason allows himself to roll off of you, the bed creaking with impact as he collapses beside you with an uneven exhale. You close your eyes and try to catch your breath, hearing the shifting of his tactical pants beside you as he tucks his cock away. He casts a sidelong glance at you, swallowing before he can think of something to say. “That…you were okay with that, right?”

It takes a good moment to register the words, and you blink your eyes open. Turning to your side, you meet his gaze. You’re both sweating, and you feel decidedly un-sexy with his cooling cum leaking out of you. “What…what are you asking me?” You frown.

Jason tilts his head towards you. “It’s just…you know. What I was like before you uh…grew up.” His thoughts trail off, and his face creases with a frown as he tries to get through the next few words. “I just. I want to make sure…” A deep breath. Another heartbeat. “I can be rough, is all.” His expression softens, and guilt begins to seep in. You may live under this roof, but you aren’t like him. Not really. You were the soft one. The normal one. And that makes him feel equal amounts of pride and shame when he thinks about what you two have just done.

“Hey,” You recognize that shame, and you decide to put a stop to it before he overflows with it. “I may not spend my nights being tossed around by thugs anymore, but Gotham is rough. Our life is rough.”

Reaching out, you rest a hand over his heart, feeling the heat of him through his shirt. “But…being here…like this- with you? Being roughed up doesn’t have to suck.” Sitting up, you offer him a smile. “In fact, it felt so good I came twice. So. You know.”

Your answer is honest, and he can’t help but chuckle as he moves to sit up with you. His hand moves to caress the side of your face. You lean into his hand, and his gaze softens.

“You’re so different than you used to be.” His words come out in a whisper, and his thumb traces your jawline. “I want to keep you safe from this. But…I like this side of you. I like what I can bring out of you.”

“It’s been a long time, Jay.” You mumbled, closing your eyes. "A really long time."

You open them when you feel the way his lips brush against your forehead. They linger there for a heartbeat.

The moment is cut shot when you can hear the pneumatic hiss of the downstairs grandfather clock as it swings open, no doubt your adoptive dad home from patrol. “Shit. Dad’s home,” You whisper, and Jason grumbles as he leans against the headboard to catch his breath, watching you sit up. “You sure know how to kill the mood.”

“Dude, I just let you unload in me. I am the mood. So like, zip it.” You huff, fixing your underwear. Jason, despite his casually annoyed exterior, is lighter on his feet than you’ve ever seen him as he moves to get off of your bed. He’s sneaking out of here like his life depends on it, but he has the feeling it actually might.

“See you at breakfast, Jay!” You call a little too loudly, snickering at the way he tenses up in fear. He makes sure to flip you off right before he disappears past the doorframe, and you walk over and shut it.

Looking over to your desk, you see the screen of your phone is lit up, flooded with half an hours worth of texts and missed calls.

Guess you missed your date.

I ain't scared of boys, but boy, you're a man And if anybody could, I'm sure you can For a girl this young, naive, and miserable

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Meet the Parents | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley meets your parents and wishes you could have met his.

Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff, mention of oral sex

Length: 1400

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This should be read to accompany my Series Is It Working For You? with Bradley and Baby Girl!Reader!

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You could tell Bradley was nervous. "Roo, there's nothing to worry about. They are going to adore you. And they are so excited to meet you."

"You say that now, but they've met other guys you dated in the past, and they are definitely going to compare me to them."

You snorted. "Well then that's great for you, because they always tell me I can do better. And you're the best."

Bradley groaned as the Bronco zipped along the coastal highway as he drove you to dinner with your mom and dad. You had been looking forward to spending some time with your parents, and showing off your boyfriend a little bit. 

"I'm slightly afraid they're gonna hate me. When I leave for deployments, they are going to think about you out here all by yourself for stretches of time, and resent that for you. Plus they probably think I'm too old for you as well, Sweetheart."

"Bradley! Stop it! I talk about you all the time with them. They don't care how old you are, I promise. They just want me to be happy, and it will be plainly evident to them that you make everything in my life better." You sighed, trying to figure out how to put his mind at ease. The truth was, your parents were really antsy to meet him, because you had already told them how much you love him. You told them he's definitely the one. 

"First of all, I have only let them meet two previous boyfriends, much to my mom's disappointment. So they definitely know you are a big deal. The first one they met was when I was at the Naval Academy, and he ate so much food at dinner, he threw up in my car afterwards." 

Bradley barked out a laugh as he drove. Okay, this was a good reaction. You could work with this. 

"The other time was a couple years ago, and I broke up with that guy shortly after he met my parents, because he was pretty rude to them, honestly."

"What the fuck kind of asshole did you date?"

You smiled and wrapped your fingers around his. "You're not wrong, he was kind of a dick. But not you, you're always sweet, Roo. They are just going to want to talk to you. I talk about you all the time, so they already know a ton about you, but they want to get to know you through you. That's all. It will be totally chill."

As Bradley pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant near the hotel where your parents were staying, he took a deep breath. "Any last minute tips, Sweetheart? I need them to like me so they aren't upset when I coax you to move in with me like next week."

You smiled and squeezed his hand, shaking your head. "Just do your best to listen when my dad drones on and on about sports and his gardening projects. And definitely don't interrupt my mom, especially if she says something about me that you don't agree with. After the last one she met, I wouldn't be surprised if she tries to find out if you have a temper."

Bradley nodded as he pulled the key from the ignition and tucked his aviators into the console. "Okay, okay. What else?"

"Definitely hold my hand, but keep the PDA to a minimum otherwise. And for sure don't mention that you had your face buried in my pussy all afternoon," you said with a wink as you hopped out of the Bronco. 

Bradley rushed around to your side and laced his fingers through yours. "What the hell, Baby Girl? Now that's all I can think about."

"Good, you look a lot more relaxed!" You laughed and kissed his cheek. "There they are," you told him, gesturing to your parents as they stood holding hands, much as you and Bradley were doing. "Just be sweet like you always are. If you need me to bail you out of a conversation, pinch my hand, okay?"

Bradley nodded, squared his shoulders and let you introduce him to them. 

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Bradley couldn't even remember why he had been so nervous. Your parents were great. You looked just like your mom, and you had your dad's sense of humor and laugh. The four of you had shared a bottle of wine, which had definitely helped him calm his nerves, but he would have been fine without it. 

They asked him about himself, his job and his interests. He prayed he wasn't giving off any red flags, but they seemed genuinely interested in what he was saying. When he told them he was moving to San Diego permanently and that one of the reasons for his decision was to be near you, they both smiled at him.

And when he mentioned that he loved cleaning up the kitchen after you cooked something for him at your place, your mom looked delighted. So he made sure he talked up all his wonderful domestic qualities, which really only included cleaning. 

He found he liked listening to them too. They knew all the stuff about you that he didn't get to witness himself. They told embarrassing stories about your childhood, and you were such a good sport about it all, your hand resting against his. 

As dinner was wrapping up and everyone stood to leave, you slipped your arm around his waist and smiled up at him. 

"We're going to get brunch at our hotel tomorrow morning and then do some sightseeing," your dad mentioned. "Are you two planning on joining us?"

You glanced up at Bradley, and he nodded with a smile. He didn't even have to fake it. He wanted to go to brunch with your parents.

"Yeah, we'll meet you there," you told them as you hugged and kissed them good night. 

Bradley was shaking hands with your dad when he heard your mom ask you, "I'm assuming it's not too early to talk about the holidays? Will you let me know if you two will be coming for Thanksgiving or Christmas? Or both? Please bring him with you."

He took that as a very good sign. And now he'd have to look up some flights. Because he wanted to go back home with you. He wanted to spend more time with your family. He wanted to keep being around you. 

"See you in the morning," you called as Bradley walked you back to the Bronco, hand in hand.

"Well? What did you think of them? Because they definitely liked you," you told him with a big smile. He kissed you soundly as he buckled you in.

"They're great. You're so much like them, it's crazy. I think I was so nervous earlier partly because I don't have my parents to take you to meet. But if I did, Sweetheart, they would have fallen in love with you at first sight. Pretty much like I did." You preened at his words as he kissed the tip of your nose and walked around to the driver's side.

"My mom is already texting me about you, Roo," you said with a giggle as Bradley pulled out onto the road.

"What's she saying?"

"She said you're very handsome, and I should definitely have kids with you."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "What did she really say?"

You laughed and turned to face him. "That is what she really said! And apparently my dad thinks he can exploit you to help him work on a project at their house if we go there for a visit. He's saying you look strong and you seem like you wouldn't complain about helping him with manual labor," you said, tipping your head back in laughter.

"Can we go for Thanksgiving? Or Christmas? I want to go," Bradley told you, and he really meant it.

"Sure. We can tell them tomorrow. It will make my mom's day."

Bradley held your hand and played with your fingers as he drove you back to your apartment, and he let himself indulge in a short daydream about how much he would have loved to take you home to meet Carole and Nick.

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[topnotchquark]

I am new to motogp, but what the fuck is the deal with Uccio and the rosquez drama in 2015.

My brother in Christ are u stupid? Why don't you tell Vale to put all his stamina and mental games on f.ing Lorenze, the actual threat to the 10th? You could scheme the divorce in 2016 or sth you stupid Ipad stand!

Oh my god! An opportunity to analyse Uccio! Persona non grata and public enemy number 1 on motogpblr (btw, are there any Uccio shooters on Tumblr? My inbox is a safe space, I wanna hear your side of the story).

There is no way for me to know for a fact why Uccio ended up being the first domino to fall that led to Sepang 2015 but I did look around to see if I could find a bit more about the relationship between Vale and Uccio.

These two go all the way back to the crib, literally. Uccio mentioned in an interview that Tavullia is a small town and they were only a few months apart in age so they ended up at the only day care in the town together.

Uccio has been called a bumbling fool and a freeloader and what not (look at this post openly roasting him for being Vale's Lackey) and despite my dislike of him I won't do the same (for once lol). Vale shot to stardom at a young age doing the death sport that required him to travel extensively. What better way to feel grounded than to have your childhood friend near you at all times (the fact that Vale didn't leave Tavullia for flashier places like Monaco or wtv has been reiterated in so much writing about him, and Uccio has said the same). There is definitely an element of familiarity and comfort that both Vale and Uccio seek from each other. Uccio mentioned that they would come back from a weekend of racing, put down their suitcases and immediately get on the phone with each other, which, teenage bestie-ism is such a force lol it could power cities if harnessed.

Anyway, back to racing. The consensus is that Vale didn't have the best rivals in Biaggi and Gibernau, they were inconsistent and susceptible to mind games. Vale enjoyed the initial years of his career as an untouchable, peerless talent. And then..... the winds changed direction :)

Vale was 36 in 2015, most pro athletes are considered done and dusted at that age. He had been putting his body through years of premier class motorcycle racing. Add to that how bad the Ducati years had been and just, so much life had happened. I don't want to talk about Sic's death, but that too and while racing at that. Vale had already started working on the academy (Franky was signed in 2013 afaik). Vale had moved on from the glittering, ebullient, darling of every circuit personality. Imo choosing to be a mentor and doing that well is among the most impressive things Vale has done but when you mentally cross the rubicon to accept your youth is decidedly over, it changes things. For starters, it's a real question of whether you've already chosen to hang your boots. What I'm trying to say is, a lot was at stake in 2015 for Vale. The kind of, calm and bemused, quietly malicious as and when required public persona that Vale has honed over the years needs the solid bedrock of consistent winning to seem graceful. It wasn't just a championship at this point, it was a question of pride and cementing your legacy and being the architect of how the world perceives you when the odds have been stacked against you for a while.

Back to Uccio. He simply didn't trust or like Marc. Or anyone who was on the racetrack at the same time as Vale (he didn't even spare sweet nothings for Viñales). I have no concrete theory for said distrust short of just saying Uccio is a bit of a slimy character (this interview of Uccio when he's doing his best impersonation of henchman from an old Hollywood western). Uccio wasn't even happy when Marc made the infamous visit to the ranch in winter of 2014. Guess the whole "Marc is helping Jorge win" thing was Uccio's attempt at reminding Vale of his ruthless nature that he thought Vale was finding hard to tap into (Vale did say Marc was an updated model of him). A friend once said that a lot of time public facing figures aren't as cruel or rancid in their interpretation of the world as much as the followers of said people. So Uccio started talking shit and given the circumstances of 2015, it made an impact.

Ultimately the odds were stacked high and Vale made a mistake. I suppose Vale knows a thing or two about how pressure can make someone succumb to errors :)

So that's my take on the whole deal. Uccio, croney par excellence, used Vale's desperate title bid in 2015 to purge some of his misplaced blood lust. He made Marc his target because according to him the young ones on the grid were nothing but a nuisance. Vale fucked up and let it drive his paranoia and made a big fucking mistake.

[taiyaki-translations]

A Gift to Spring Breeze - 3

Author: Mitsuki

Characters: Subaru, Mao, Mika, Aira

Translator: taiyaki-translations

Mao: Whew… Today I managed to get a really good workout for the first time in a while. 

Well, recently, I’ve been in the student council room handling work after school. Without realizing it, I’d end up staying in the same posture for a long time when going through those  documents and signing things. I feel like my joints have gotten stiffer~

Subaru: Why is Sari~ talking like an old man~? If you keep sighing like that, you’ll get wrinkles, y’know~? Poke poke ☆

Mao: Uwah!? How did you suddenly hit my pressure point with such precision!? Could it be you learned about acupuncture locations that can wake people up from the producer!? 

Anyway, Shiratori, why are you standing there in a daze? Basketball club activities are over for the day. You can leave after you’ve changed into your uniform?

Aira: Ah, i-it’s nothing! Please don’t pay me any mind, senpai, and continue your super rabuii teammate interactions. Ehehe…♪

Mao: Super rabuii…?

Subaru: Oh, oh, I know! It must be because Sari~ and I put on a sparkling performance on the basketball court, right? Don’t be shy, don’t be shy, go ahead and praise me ☆

Aira: O…Okay! The image of Isara-senpai playing ball with Akehoshi-senpai was really dazzling and cool. I couldn’t even bear to look away. I really wanted to record it on my phone~!

Mao: Ahaha… You flatter me, Shiratori-kun. Though it does make me happy to hear my junior’s praise and being told I look cool ♪

But anyway, this is a chance to do team training in the basketball club. So that you don’t waste this opportunity, isn’t it better to focus on basketball and work hard to improve your skills~?  

Aira: Yeah! From the bottom of my heart, I feel like it was a great idea to participate in club activities! Just being able to watch my seniors’ daily lives at school up close is the ultimate happiness for me ♪

But well, I'm probably mistaken, but I feel like Akehoshi-senpai is not as “sparkling” as much today. Of course, it’s just a very, very small difference from usual!

Subaru: Eh~? Even though I’ve tried my best to hide it, you were still able to tell~? 

Actually, it’s nothing major. When I was doing “Sports Survivors” activities yesterday, I picked up a bunch of sparkly, shiny buttons near Starmony Dorms, so I posted them as lost and found items on HoldHands. 

Because of that, as soon as I arrived at school this morning, Mikki came to see me so he could claim them. It turns out that his coat pocket got a hole at some point, and all of the buttons he just bought fell out.  

Although it’s a good thing to see them returned to their rightful owner, I really liked those buttons so it was hard to part with them~...

Mao: Hey now, Subaru. Didn’t Kagehira also give you one of the buttons as a thank you? So shouldn’t you consider this a happy ending~?

Aira: …Wait, wait, Kagehira-senpai’s business can’t be considered a happy ending yet!

It looks like when I saw Kagehira-senpai at Starmony Dorms yesterday afternoon, he was probably looking for those lost buttons and that’s why he seemed to be in such a hurry…

But that still doesn’t explain why Kagehira-senpai has been returning to the dorms after midnight for a week in a row… Mm, I’m so worried!

Mao: …Hm? Is Kagehira experiencing other problems? 

<After school the next day, outside the handicrafts club room of Yumenosaki Academy>

Mao: (After hearing what Shiratori said yesterday, I couldn’t help but be concerned…) 

(Ritsu also sent me a message that Tenshouin-senpai has his eye on Kagehira for some reason, so it’s best if I also paid more attention to Kagehira’s current situation.)

(I feel like things are not so simple~ Anyway, regardless of that, as the current student council president, it’s my responsibility to look after every student.) 

(One of the valuable lessons I learned from participating in the Shuffle project is that instead of wasting time trying to make random guesses with nothing to go off of, the best method is to directly ask the person involved.)  

(According to the secret investigation report I commissioned from Sengoku, aside from when he’s attending classes, Kagehira has just been in the handicrafts club room. So it’s possible that he’s there too today.) 

(Huh? The door to the handicrafts club room seems to be unlocked… But let’s still knock first.) 

Mao: Hello, excuse me~ Is Kagehira here?

Mika: ……

Mao: —Wah!? W-Why are you just lying on the table all motionless with your eyes closed!? Are you still alive!? 

Ok good, he’s still breathing… Kagehira, are you okay? Please answer me!

Mika: Hmm… Hmm~? What’s that sound? It’s so noisy~......

Huh…? When did I fall asleep…? And why is Ikkun suddenly here? Am I still dreamin’…?

Mao: Oh, so you just fell asleep? That’s a relief~ You gave me a big fright just now. 

(It’s the same as that time when Shiratori and I visited Tenshouin-senpai at the hospital… Though in that case, he was pretending to be dead…)

Kagehira, you don’t look like you’re doing so well. Do you need me to take you to the infirmary? 

Mika: Nnah, no need~! I’m just a little sleep deprived. I’ll be okay after a little rest. Ikkun, is there somethin’ ya want?

Mao: Well, actually I wanted to know the specific reason for why you’re not getting enough sleep. Shiratori and the others have noticed you’ve been returning to Starmony Dorms very late every day recently, and they are worried about your condition. 

For example, could it be that the vice president of CosPro arranged a job for you that’s difficult to refuse? Or is there some other reason? 

In short, as student council president, I can’t just stand idly by and ignore this situation. If possible, I would like you to speak candidly with me.

Mika: Nnah… Alright. As I thought, I still ain’t that good at lyin’ and I can’t hide it from everyone at Pretty 5. 

Actually, I received a letter from the kids from my hometown last week. They said they hadn’t seen their Mika-nii fer a while ‘n they missed me. 

It just so happened that I was plannin’ on goin’ back to meet them fer the New Year. As I was replyin’ to the letter, I couldn’t help but think o’ the fraud incident that happened at the orphanage this year… 

Although the process of raisin’ funds has been a lil’ difficult, thanks t’ the help of many kind people, all the loans have been paid off and the orphanage is slowly gettin’ back on track. 

An’ I thought about what else I could do fer the kids so they won’t feel lonely no more and be able t’ welcome the new year with a smile? 

After thinkin’ it over fer a bit, I realized I’m best at needlework, so I bought a ton of sewing supplies so I could make some cute toys as New Years gifts fer the kids. 

Though I’m naturally an absent minded person ‘n I accidentally lost those buttons two days ago… Akehoshi-kun was thankfully able t’ pick ‘em up and return them, otherwise I would've had t’ buy them again. 

Mao: ……..

Mika: Around the end of the year, the number of idol jobs I had t’ take on suddenly increased. So that I wouldn’t be holdin’ back both sides, I spent my spare time sewin’ as much as I could, ‘n I ended up staying up late without realizin’. 

By the time I would return t’ the dorms, Ritsu-kun would already be asleep. That way I could work on my plan without disturbin’ anyone~♪

Actually, no, there were a few times when my secret was almost exposed… When Oshi-san called me from overseas, he noticed that I sounded tired, so he asked me to take on less jobs ♪

In short, this is completely my own matter and has got nothin’ t’ do with the vice president or anyone else. I hope you didn’t  misunderstand him~?

Mao: Hm… You don’t want to rely on others for this, and it’s not like I don’t understand. However, this is too much work for just one person. 

If you continue like this, it’s likely that you won’t be able to accomplish your goal because your body has given out.

Mika: No wonder I’ve been feelin’ a little out of it these past two days, and the speed I’ve been makin’ those toys has slowed down… Ahaha. I’ve always been slow ‘bout my own condition.

Mao: You’re preparing New Year’s gifts for the kids at the orphanage, right….? I just came up with a rough idea, but I would appreciate it if you could listen to it. 

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[badwitch-if]

“I thought our story was epic, you know, you and me. Spanning years & continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. Epic.”

To the very few that know them well, Ash Casablanca is a walking contradiction. They're so practiced at maintaining the very picture of perfection, they fool even themselves. Loyal to an absolute fault, they would be hard pressed to ever turn down a covenmate.

The youngest in a long line of Casablanca cousins, Ash grew up surrounded by family. A family they would have happily traded in, but a family nonetheless. The Casablancas were known as a wild and reckless bunch of Witxhes, who often acted like their time was wasted inside the classroom.

Ash's parents tried to discourage the wild Casablanca roots from taking hold, trying instead to coax out the more stable Hawthorne elements. Where the Casablancas were seen as tempestuous and unpredictable, the Hawthornes were strong, pillars of society. But their parents efforts were usually in vain, so often, even before Ash could introduce themselves to teachers and counselors, they were written off as another mediocre witch in a long line of troublemakers.

That is, until they met the eight other children that would become their coven, their soulmates, the people that would come to know the deepest parts of Ash. It was as if from that moment forward, they all became the best versions of themselves, but Ash in particular. Being around people who liked and loved them so much, and so easily, allowed Ash to become their truest self at the Silver Lake cottage.

Over the years they grew into a strong, sarcastic, whip-smart witch, whose voice and laughter could often be heard echoing down the halls of the house. And ever since Ash met them, no matter the situation, they always seem to gravitate towards MC and Ori. Eventually MC's obsession/love of Demonhall infected Ash, and the rest is history.

Being too young to compete, they dedicated themselves entirely to the study of the sport, including origins, histories, as well as a thorough audit of the rules. Ash becomes so overtaken with the game that his parents buy a decommissioned Demonhall and have it relocated to their house near the academy, itself a recent purchase.

The young coven practised in secret the summer before their third year, under the guise of staying together at the Casablanca estate. And this would begin a long and important tradition with the Silverlakers — of spending long, countless nights learning magic considered to be 'out of their grasp', before making the little trek out to the woods where they attempted their most dangerous spells and enchantments.

Third Year would mark the turning point for the coven. They competed in their first season of Demonhall finishing first in their age class, and third overall. This was all the encouragement Ash needed to launch themselves at training and studies, full speed. Until their body decided to play a joke and turn against them, and that was when Ash learned they had just two obsessions in life: Demonhall, and cute Witxhes.

And boy oh boy, did they excel at that just as easily as their other passion. Ash found that they loved having crushes almost as much as they loved eliminating a Witxh in a game, and of course, there were more than a few similarities between the two. That feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when you realised the game had begun. The thrill of the chase.

So like many Ash's age, during their early adolescence, they were utterly consumed with romantic flings and the obsession of sport. It wasn't until the [REDACTED] that Ash took stock of their life and asked themselves some hard questions. And then there was [REDACTED] where Ash's entire life changed. MC was all they could think of and for once, the lines of attraction and Demonhall were somewhat blurred.

The coven continued to push the boundaries of magic, stretching the laws of nature and ethics. The other covens demanded to know how they already knew spells and potions before they'd been taught in the classroom; why the Silverlakers won match after match in the Demonhall, utterly destroying their competition. Some properly outraged parents even demanded a Shuffling of the Covens, an event that had only ever been discussed hypothetically during the school's founding.

All of this only helped to infuse Ash's ego, as it all but confirmed that they were anything but a mediocre Witxh, and things were actually pointing to them being a pretty great. Around this time, rumours started swirling of a young academy coven that was blowing up records left, right, and center. The summer before Fifth Year saw the Silverlakers invited to their first international match. It was the first time the world would get their first look at the coven that would soon take the Demonhall world by storm.

Ash absolutely adored the fame and glowing attention that their stardom brought. If they weren't already convinced they wanted to pursue a career in Demonhall, their latter years at the academy confirmed it. While still taking classes, the Silverlakers had the added pressure of balancing more exhibition and international matches on top of their regularly scheduled academy games.

Scholars were actively studying the coven because they were performing at a level they just... shouldn't be capable of performing at yet. Ash, MC, and Ori were being openly courted by several professional Demonhall teams before Ori made it known that they weren't interested in pursuing the sport professionally.

And so it was down to MC and Ash. They spent hours going over the pros and cons, arguing over which team would be the best to join and why. There was no question that if they did this, they would do it together, because their biggest strength in the arena was each other.

But then just when they were about to head out into the world, to enjoy a well-earned life of luxury and excitement, it was [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], all but snatched away. Any professional life or romantic future with MC was suddenly not an option, with very little in way of explanation.

So Ash picked themselves up and tried to carry on as if everything was fine. They spent the better part of their twenties whoring, partying, and maintaining a near-perfect Demonhall record. They have been an honoured guest at every High Solstice and Equinox Ball of the past decade, the quarterly event for the trendy Witxh who wants to see and be seen.

Ash has a golden-beige complexion that maintains a perma tan year-round. They're taller than average & have an incredibly athletic physique. They literally look like they were chiselled from marble, with a magnificently toned ass.

Ash's work look is a midnight blue, ultra slim-fitting 'Aurora Bolts' Demonhall simsuit. Their day-to-day style is casual, comfortable, cool. Lots of khakis and large pullover sweaters. Light, neutral tones. Very 90s Ralph Lauren, Hilfiger. Their evening/glam look often shows off their athletic bod, with soft lines and sheer fabrics.

Their wavy, honey-blonde hair is cut to shoulder length on Aisling, but grown out a couple inches on Asher so that it always looks a little unkempt. They possess the bluest of blue eyes, sometimes as clear as ice, while other days they were as dark as the midnight sky.

Ash has a cleft chin and a megawatt smile, and seems practically made for the limelight. Asher keeps himself pretty clean-shaven, so you know he's not himself when his five o'clock shadow is showing, while similar could be said about Aisling being seen without her signature berry red lips.

aaand here's a link for Ash's playlist. I've been playing around with it for years... so it's more of a 10hr long ✨vibes✨ playlist than being music that Ash would listen to, but that's another fun project altogether 😅

*I don't own any of these photos, please don't sue! And credit for the top quote goes to S2 Logan Echolls, aka LoVe (but probably really series creator Rob Thomas)*

[jarellquansah]

Saw that Milos Kerkez is wanted by many big accounts on twitter, including him in their future starting eleven. What do you think of him? Can he be tha future Robbo replacement or is he a tad bit overhyped? I have seen him a few times, he is good, but far from brilliant.

i've though a lot about this question and i have agree he is very much a diamond in the rough! ⚠️yapping below⚠️

kerkez really suits iraola's system: bournemouth play a 4-2-4 in possession, where the fullbacks are free to bomb forward, and kerkez regularly roams into the middle + final thirds to support the forwards. important caveat cos i don't think all this waffling would be fair if i didn't mention this: i Luv iraola but my knowledge on bournemouth's tactical build up is patchy at best so if i have any cherries supporters following me pls feel free to correct me BUT in the first half of the season kerkez's attacking play took a back seat as iraola was more focused on improving his defensive game; he only recently started to play more offensively. before his suspension he started in a more advanced position, and earlier in the month he had a really impressive performance against yanited where dogwalked the mancs <3

so he's naturally a more attacking player who loves going forward into the opponent's half and in front of the penalty area, and this can be seen in both his numbers and the eye test. below are sceenshots from fbref, the first one is from last season when he played for AZ in the eredivisie (2671 minutes) and the second one is from the current season (1880 minutes), as you can see at AZ he was put into a much more offensive role, while at bournemouth he hasn't really had the chance to shine yet. also really important to mention that obviously the PL is much harder to break into and it’s much more difficult for a newcomer to put out great performances on a regular basis

his defensive stats leave Uhhh something to be desired, but all of his weaknesses can be improved, he's only 20 after all. as i mentioned he's an attacking-minded fullback, he's always positioning himself to either provide key passes or be in a goalscoring position (those two BCMs against united 🥀) etc AND one thing that i wanted to highlight is his high quality crossing ability (here's a video of his through balls compiled by marc lamberts, a scout for malmö FF)

let's put all this into arne slot's system: big slotter loves when his teams create numerical overloads; in possession, one of his fullbacks invert to form a double pivot with the #6, and the other is high up to overload the midfield or to overlap with the winger, which is what kerkez does at bournemouth. the hungarian national team plays a back 3 with kerkez as a wingback which lets him go forward more and hides his weaknesses as he has less defensive responsibilities.

in MY opinion kerkez is a good inverstment for the future. another name that's been thrown around is aït-nouri, who i think is the better player currently but i see kerkez fitting slot's system better. i have no idea how this transfer window will go but interestingly, our new sporting director, richard hughes, was instrumental in the signing of kerkez from AZ 🤔 if robbo decides to stay then kerkez would be a gamble (but a promising one??), if robbo stays but tsimi goes i think promoting one of the academy boys like owen beck into the first team would be a smarter choice. anyway i digress i don't think we'll make a move for kerkez in the near future but i'm interested in how his second year in the PL goes because i truly think that he could be a really really great premier league fullback. the talent's all there

[jimothy-hopkins]

Meddling Kids VIII

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

This is a Manhunt/Bully crossover, so expect non-family friendly shenanigans.

Well, they weren’t going to get anything out of Max, which sucked. He was probably the only one with any dirt on cases. Jimmy had zero plans. Lucky for him, he had two best friends with a shared brain cell.

“Well, there’s gotta be something on their permanent records about this,” Pete suggested.

“You’re right. They have to document that for legal purposes,” Gary nodded, sitting up.

“I have a key to Crabblesnitch’s files,” Pete said.

“Sweet. Let’s go,” Jimmy stood.

The trio shuffled out of the library. The air started to warm up as February began to die. Spring was near. The football season for Bullworth and the surrounding schools would start up soon. Jimmy was never much of a football fan. Sure, he’d sit down and watch it with whichever stepdad was around. But for the most part, Jimmy was more interested in the music industry. The only sport he enjoyed was boxing. Even then, it depended on which rich bitch he was in the ring with.

Once upstairs, they peered into the office. Neither Ms. Danvers nor Dr. Crabblesnitch were in there.

Perfect.

Petey barged in first and grabbed the keys out of his pocket. Jimmy stood by the door to watch for prefects or any other authority.

Petey unlocked each cabinet one by one. Gary began to search through them. Most of the filed paperwork was just accident reports and work orders on various equipment. Nothing too special. Pete knelt and unlocked the last drawer.

School records. Just what they needed.

Gary dove in, pulling up any files relating to Johnny and Norton. Pete took them with care. Jimmy snuffled his way over, nosily rummaging around in the file cabinets and drawers. No wonder Christy loved gossip so much. Being nosy was fun.

“Dude, let’s look through these old yearbooks,” Gary grinned.

Jimmy smiled as he reached into a drawer, retrieving a book that was probably older than his stepdad.

“Bullworth Academy, Class of 1985,” Jimmy leaned back on the wall, and Gary joined at his side.

He flipped the book open, the inside bare of any signatures. Gary leaned over and flipped the pages. Within a few minutes, they were already giggling up a storm. They thoroughly enjoyed their Mean Girls-esque fun. Good god, the outfits. Not to mention the goofy ass hairstyles they wore. Jimmy wondered how their parents let them go out dressed like casual clowns.

“I’d rather kill myself than wear that,” Gary sneered, pointing to one girl who looked like she’d gotten electrocuted.

“This makes me glad I’m bald,” he replied, flipping a page.

Gary’s eyes scanned the names, his eyes falling on one. His face changed completely. Petey turned over to them and raised a brow. Gary looked like a kicked puppy almost. Hero to zero.

“What’s wrong?” Jimmy turned his head.

Gary pointed to one portrait, “that’s my older brother.”

“Since when did you have an older brother?” Jimmy knitted his brows in confusion.

“Since the day I was born,” Gary replied.

“You walked right into that one Jimmy,” Pete spun in Crabblesnitch’s chair.

Jimmy rolled his eyes to the sky and looked back at the yearbook. Gary’s finger still pointed to the face. Under it read the name ‘Leroy Elwood Smith’ that sounded like a grandpa's name. He looked a lot like Gary, but only with dimples and a douchebag mullet with a matching mustache.

He couldn’t help but notice the stale silence in the room.

“So, uh, what happened?...” Jimmy asked with hesitance.

Petey looked at Gary, who seemed to be in a trance.

“Leo committed suicide in 2001, after September 11,” Pete answered, looking down.

Ouch. That was heavy.

Gary slowly pulled the book into his lap. He flipped through pages and only stopped at the ones with his older brother in the pictures. Jimmy looked on alongside him. Leo seemed like a great person. A lot of the photos he was in included him with friends. One boy specifically. Daniel Lamb. That name sounded familiar. Jimmy remembered hearing it from somewhere.

As soon as Gary started to develop tears, Pete grabbed the yearbook and closed it.

“We should go,” he stood.

“Yeah, good idea,” Gary shook his head.

Jimmy stood, making sure all the drawers and cabinets were closed before they left. The last thing they needed was a suspension for being nosy, meddling kids.

Gary snatched the yearbook from Pete on their way out, giving a dirty side-eye.

For the rest of the day Jimmy wracked his brain for any ideas. He was stumped. He was creative, yes. But not in the Scooby-Doo mystery-solving way. Maybe if he watched some Law & Order Special Victims Unit, Jimmy could improve that. Gary watched that show all the time with Parker Oglivie.

But at the stroke of midnight, Jimmy’s rock brain finally sparked.

Happy Volts.

That asylum had all they needed. Records and maniacs.

Jimmy put on his clothes and slipped out of the dorms. He dodged Edward’s flashlight. Better safe than sorry. The snow had now thankfully begun to melt, leaving less evidence of his escape. Winter was the worst time of year to sneak out. Unless you had those dumb tennis racket snow shoes to cover your tracks still, Seth Kolbe or Diana Prescott would mow your as down until you became a snow angel. Regardless of heels and house slippers being their respective choices choice of footwear.

Jimmy made it to the gym, ducking down inside to evade Max Mactavish. He’d been more aggressive since Edward’s nasty confrontation with him. And Jimmy didn’t feel like getting bodyslammed into the cold pavement tonight.

He walked around with squinted eyes to see in the dark. He could see from what little light the swimming pool and exit signs gave, but other than that it was pitch black. It made him uneasy. Alone in a dark, empty gymnasium.

His hair stood on end when he heard the door open.

Jimmy darted down the stairs and ducked into the boy’s locker room. He hid amongst a pile of discarded towels in the far corner facing the lockers. He was busted. Done. If he was lucky it would be a prefect and not whatever maniacs had killed Alice Cuellar. He knew he knew too much. Oh god, the DA probably hired those sick freaks to kill him.

“Come on, let’s go,” A voice whispered from outside.

They sounded young. But it could be those skully guys Edward was rolling with, all of them looked pretty young.

“Move, Sonny! Geez!” one hissed.

“Sorry!”

The footsteps clambered into the locker room.

“You got the bolt cutters?”

“Of course I do, dumbass.”

“Good.”

Jimmy peeked from the towels.

His eyes widened. These were kids his age.

One was tall with long blonde hair tied back into a high ponytail. Jimmy could tell that it was a guy by the confirmation of their arms and legs. Good god, that boy was big.

The one in the middle was criminally small. He had to have been shorter than Jimmy. It boosted his ego, knowing he wasn’t that short. He had short hair in a classic jock cut.

The third guy was tall and skinny with an obnoxious neon green liberty spike mohawk. Jimmy could vaguely see his unique choice of punk fashion from his towel hidey-hole. The guy also held a pair of bolt cutters.

“Quick! We might get caught,” the blonde urged.

“Sonny quit being such a pussy,” the short one bit.

“Maverick, hold the lock,” the punk-looking guy ordered.

The shorter one, presumably named Maverick, stepped up and held the lock. The punk took the bolt cutters and quickly broke the lock. The blonde ripped the chain out as they pried the door open.

Jimmy watched in disbelief as these guys took out the mascot. They didn't even go to Bullworth. He could tell by their red uniform attire.

He was not going to let this slide.

“Hey! What are you doing!?” Jimmy hollered as he stood from his pile of towels.

“Shit- go, go, go!” The punk pushed, the other two running out with the mascot.

Jimmy dove at him and delivered a blow to his temple. He staggered back and swung the bolt cutters to hit Jimmy in the side of the head. He fell to the ground with a yell as the punk ran.

Jimmy quickly came to his senses and got up. He chased after the thieves until they were in the parking lot.

“Payback motherfucker!” Maverick yelled from the car window with his middle finger up as they sped off, leaving Jimmy in the dust.

He had to get that mascot back.

[theharddeck]

What sports did the dagger squad play during hs/college?

oh my gosh another great one!! okay so i set this in high school bc i was a three-sport kid and i have no context for collegiate athletics beyond attending football games

so the obvious one is Nat and lacrosse, right? she's been team captain since sophomore year, she is absolutely ferocious on the field, and each year, she takes the insecure freshman under her wing and makes them a personalized workout plan to make sure they're as strong as they can be. she picks out the uniform designs in colors that flatter everyone on the team, she's coordinating snack schedules with team moms, and on the bus home from away games she's quietly doing her homework in the back row

Bob is a swimmer is this because i'm a swimmer so it's what i pick shhhh no. it's a compete-with-yourself sport, it's one where the goal is to best your own time, not physically restrain someone else. to me, bob is also built like a swimmer, like he's more sleek/lean than bulky, and it's never a worry about his glasses bc it's a no contact sport. he has no idea half the girl's team is in love with him, always deck changing near him, or asking him to be their lap counter during the distance events.

Adjacently, Javy did water polo is this because i also did water polo and was in love with a man who looked like Greg who played on the boys' team shhhh also no, obviously . if you've been around water polo boys, you know--they are pretty, they are built, they are a little messy, they are a little stupid. i say this with love. they're kind guys, they're guys who know how stupidly attractive they are, and have you seen the man's hands?? built for polo, and that is all i will say for staying G-rated.

in the same way Javy has a water polo vibe, Bradley has a volleyball vibe. It's a chill sport, it's also custom made for hot, tall, men, and I think he'd fall into it and be accidentally good at it. I think he'd allso be extra conscious of Carole's fear of contact sports, so he'd stay away from football and soccer and basketball. I can see him always having a volleyball in his backseat, and when he's at the beach, it always comes out to rally back and forth with a couple of guys.

I think Mickey did everything, he genuinely loves being on a team. Football in the fall, wrestling in the spring, lacrosse in the spring, I think he's annoyingly good at anything. he has a good awareness of where everything and everyone is, he has great reactions, but it's his attitude that everyone really appreciates, like he's always positive and encouraging and he's a solid team member. side note, i'm pretty sure mickey was homecoming king, and it absolutely blindsided him because he just thought everyone had as many friends as he did.

Reuben is track and field, all the way. he does basketball when it's in season, because he's tall and the coach literally begged him, but he loves distance running. he loves that it's just you in your head, that it's mental after a point, that it's just your body and a track, and that you're competing with yourself. he could've gone to college for it; got a couple good scholarships, but he wanted to keep it as a hobby on the side, and focused on the academy anyways.

this is a curveball, but i really see Jake as not doing sports? like the man is a perfectionist--he's not about to be the one who fumbles and costs the team a goal (or worse: be benched during the pivotal play??) i see him in middle school trying out for things, realizing he could do any of the things but probably not be The Best, and deciding to focus on school. so he's a nerd, but he studies at home/plays it off like he's not trying, and gets really into working out bc he likes how it makes him look. so he's probably at the gym with the football guys before school, working out with them, but he doesn't play on a team or anything

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[klonoadreams]

Dies scarnoa get to the academy before or after the team star incident?

After the Team Star incident, but before a certain someone returns from Galar.

She effectively popped up smack dab before the Player Character and their Mom moved to Paldea. She's got some time to recover, but once she's ready, it's class time for her, and like, Nemona is constantly told to like hold back on her as a result since she always comes off so strongly.

But also, Scarnoa is all "sure." and has to be KEPT from enabling some of Nemona's habits of asking for constant battles.

Scarnoa's Quaxly is tired of looking at Nemona's Pawmi and Crocalor, it just wants to eat and sleep now

side note, I think it's FUNNY, that Team Star goes around recruiting people, like before we find out the truth, it's like "geez, bunch of delinquents"

and then after, it's all "oh. You guys were looking for the people who were more likely to get bullied"

which makes it funny that Penny got asked to join, like "TARGET SPOTTED"

like Penny I am so sorry, but you got assigned bullied nerd on sight.

Also, fun little tidbit I came across while watching other people play the game - not everyone outside of the Academy knows about Team Star.

Because there was this NPC saying that her son told her he joined Team Star, and she was like...she doesn't know what kind of sports team it is, but she's sure it's very fun, like she's happy for her son.

After all, for some of it, it's like this school club of sorts where they just skip school. But more than that, they do hype each other up AND STAY UP ALL NIGHT PLAYING VIDEO GAMES WITH EACH OTHER.

it really does seem that only the school is aware of it, and everyone in it. Likely, because instead of telling parents about it, Clavell is keeping it on the down low to keep these kids from getting into trouble (he can't predict all of their living situations, it's best to play it safe), hence the threat of expulsion, because you can't hide that from the parents. So that really IS the last straw.

Also, we see new recruits, and like, it's so funny??? They have new recruit tasks like watching the gate, and sometimes, if their personality is too down, you got, "I'll try to talk to her about it."

They're just rowdy kids playing hooky, but who hasn't played hooky after earning their freedom from the mandatory tutorial level???

i have not touched school grounds in my second playthrough, and the one time I did, it was just to buy moomoo milk from the student store. The entire time, I was all "DO NOT PERCEIVE ME, I DO NOT EXIST, YOU DIDN'T SEE ME FUCK OFF"

Scarnoa is kinda similar, but also she has to be dragged back to school, because she WILL forget about it, and the staff HAS to check up on her, since she's effectively an orphan.

Team Star is both amused and also puzzled by her existence. They HAVE tried to recruit her a few times, but Nemona was always "NO, back off."

Can't wait to get into it, since Team Star has this vibe that I CONSTANTLY want to see, where it's just a bunch of found family group of kids, but far more organized than Team Skull, with rules to follow. Like yes, they're rowdy at times, and yes, they do step out sometimes, but it's never THAT serious, it's mostly an annoyance.

Team Skull, I love you, but some of you kiddos got too caught up in lashing out and being punks, that I had to feed a recovering Alolan Vulpix Malasadas so it could recover (I WISH WE COULD KEEP IT, instead it's by the Pokemon Center near the League when it fully recovers, and if you talk to it, you can play with it). :V

anyways I love Team Star.

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