#In a city as dynamic as Manchester

[henrywbblogs]

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[everyday-is-uncle-day]

Jamie & the Tongue 👅

It’s also fascinating that Jamie & Pep have a great vibe together in this scene. It is very affectionate and Pep’s clearly proud of his former player. And yet when comparing hugs, Jamie’s more rigid with Pep than with Roy.

But I love that Pep is so crystal clear with Jamie about his achievements. I mean Pep was his first coach right?

[scalonis-soldier86]

you can really tell they got this black cat (Julián) and golden retriever (Erling) energy

[reinvent-and-believe]

if i were the kind of person to actually write things instead of just thinking and talking about writing things, i'd write a whole ass series of essays about the fun way ted lasso uses songs (specifically songs from musicals) in all the different ways that musical theatre does: as a look into the characters' internal thoughts and feelings and goals and worries (we've got some great "i am" songs and "i want" songs throughout the show), as an exploration of relationships, as exposition, as a vehicle for the plot, as conflict narrative, as emotional climax.

it's not just that ted lasso references musicals a lot, it's that ted lasso speaks the language of musical theatre in a really fun and dynamic way.

this post is brought to you by the use of "jesus christ superstar" in 3x03 4-5-1 as the shirtless zava accepts the worship of the adoring crowd (with his zava-as-jesus back tattoo, for fuck's sake. this fucking show) in which jamie is positioned as our judas, our point of view character for the song, watching from zava's shadow, growing more and more concerned for his team, more and more frustrated and furious with this mere mortal man being held up as a god. and like superstar's judas, jamie is the only one talking sense, the only one calling out the toxic behavior and atmosphere, the only one to truly see and try to combat the shit that their cult-like "leader" pulls as everyone else fawns over him.

[hendolish]

your headcanons are the besssst, always make me smile and get my own fic imagination going :D :D :D

h/c for how they sleep together (literally, not nsfw) and if it's easy or uncomfortable in each case? like who demands a toll of kisses and cuddles before they can sleep? or like to be woken up with kisses and touches? who gets up at 5am to work out and who lies in rotting til noon? who hogs covers? snores or kicks their bf by accident? wakes up five times at random? watches half a series at 3am while their bf is asleep then tells bf about it the next day? dreams out loud (of their partner?) or sleeptalks? has to have a collection of side table vitamins and waters and books right by the bed? gets overheated? or needs a hot water bottle thick socks and extra blankets? and are there ever fights over the sleeping arrangements, like whether or not a window in the bedroom is cracked?

for hendolish, taa/madders and taa/ramsdale, dec/chilly and dec/bowen, and mings/coady <3

sleeping together (literally) headcanons ♡

hendolish

jack always demands a nightly toll of kisses and cuddles from jordan before he can even consider drifting off to sleep. and with the two of them being apart so often now, he likes to know that jordan’s still there and so usually settles down with his head pressed against jordan’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart that reassures him this isn’t just one of his dreams where he and jordan are curled up together only for him to wake up to an empty bed.

he also equally loves to be woken up in the morning with soft kisses and gentle touches which always means he starts his day with a grin on his face that jordan then finds the need to kiss all over again. jordan’s always the first to wake, working out whilst he waits for jack to rise, ever-stuck to his schedule for optimum performance. in his search for the perfect night’s sleep, jordan occasionally hogs the covers unintentionally, but it’s nothing that a sleepy apology and loving caress can’t fix. jordan is also the one who dreams out loud, occasionally murmuring sweet nothings that make jack smile in his sleep when he catches them.

madders/trent

these two would be absolute saps about sleeping together. trent always slings his arm over madders’ waist to keep him close against him, loving the warmth it brings and knowing that having madders pressed against him makes it easier for him to sleep. madders enjoys being pressed up against trent’s chest but when that gets too hot he’s quick to slip into the position of the little spoon, slotting back against trent’s body like he was made to fit there as trent splays one of his hands across his stomach, often slipping it underneath madders’ shirt (if he’s wearing one) to press against his hot skin.

and trent always delivers a precise kiss to madders’ neck which often turns into two, and then three, and then four, until madders is squirming against him at the pleasurable sensation and trent is pressing a grin against his neck.

trent/ramsdale

aaron loves cuddling, almost so much that it would probably annoy trent if he didn’t secretly love it too, always rolling his eyes when aaron immediately pulls him against him once he climbs into bed yet, deep down, revelling in having the warmth of his boyfriend pressed up against him. aaron’s hugs are the best as well, with that large goalkeeper arm span trent feels wrapped up and protected from the world. never seeming to get cold himself, aaron’s like trent’s very own hot water bottle to keep snuggled under the covers.

despite his love for cuddling, aaron falls asleep very easily and trent, well, just doesn’t. it isn’t a new thing, it’s always been this way and aaron knows it because they used to share rooms all of the time away with england, so often trent will find himself watching half a series at ungodly hours. and, just the same as he used to back then, aaron listens diligently in the morning to trent’s explanation and review of what had happened after he'd inevitably fallen asleep, fondness starring his eyes.

dec/chilly

dec despite all of his teasing, is the one who often presses himself right up against ben when they're in bed, getting ready to fall asleep. ben always chuckles at him and dec always insists that it's the only way he can fall asleep properly now.

he enjoys listening to ben's heart thump rhythmically in his chest, pressing soft kisses to the skin there before nuzzling against his sternum. ben complains, usually, but he doesn't really mind. he thinks dec is cute, but he'd never say that to him in a million years because dec would protest to the contrary. (he does, however, always keep his phone in reach on the bedside table in case the urge to take a photo of his boyfriend overcomes him).

dec/jarrod

jarrod, as much as he hates to admit it, is much smaller than dec. but sleeping together in the same bed is the only time that he'll admit he doesn't mind it so much. he enjoys the way dec can wrap himself around his body and practically engulf jarrod in his warmth. it's also the only time jarrod doesn't have to stretch himself upwards and stand on his fucking tippy toes to give his boyfriend a kiss. dec's grin says he always wants to tease him for it afterwards, but jarrod's deathstare invites him (lovingly) to try it and see what happens...

tyrone/conor coady

tyrone hogs half the bed with his enormous stature and conor's always complaining about it. he'll wake up in the morning and be half hanging off the bed with tyrone starfishing luxuriously in the middle. he always pokes the younger awake when this happens and the first thing tyrone does when he sees him after waking up is always grin up at him like a bloody loon which makes conor want to grin back at him until he remembers he's supposed to be mad.

'you're taking all the space again', he tells him instead with a shove, although it doesn't move the larger man an inch. tyrone drags him down by the arm and kisses him softly like he always does in apology. 'you know i've got no control over it', he's said before. 'feels like you're trying to get rid of me', conor had quipped in return leading tyrone to frown up at him and tell him firmly with another precise kiss, 'never'.

♡

[cheriladycl01]

I’m in absolute awe with your writing, I’ve sat here reading so many.

I have an idea for a fic -

lando x Beckham!reader. Reader is playing in the grand final and it’s the Beckham family cheering and they pan the camera to her family bc she scores and they see Lando sitting, cheering and chatting with them so after they decide to hard launch

Chelsea vs Manchester City - Lando Norris x Beckham Reader

Plot: a football match couldn’t be the reason to hard launch a relationship… right?

It was the final match of the season and you were up against Manchester City. Your family had of course come to watch you. It was the first time your whole family was there. Usually it just happened to be your twin brother Romeo and your dad. But today you had Brooklyn, Cruz, Harper, Romeo and your mum and dad.

Your boyfriend, F1 driver Lando Norris had also managed to come to your game. This was a surprise and you didn’t actually know he was coming, but with him and Romeo being good friends they’d organised the little surprise for you.

It was 15 minutes into the match and you were yelling to your team-mate Lauren to pass the ball to you, one of the Man-City girls was blocking you but as the ball was kicked in our direction you ran forward for the ball, kicking it back to Lauren running further up the pitch to the goal as its passed back to you.

You are in the zone, you foot breezes through the air and drives into the ball and before you can blink its in the back of the net.

1-0 to Chelsea.

Your team-mates all come up to you pulling you into a celebratory hug shaking your shoulders and one of them evening lifting you up into a hug. You cheer loudly practically screaming.

“And what an incredible goal that was, Lauren James and Y/N Y/L/N, what a dynamic duo they are! Honestly their team work is impeccable” one of the commentators for Sky Sports sounds just as the TV pans to your family. Not that you see that as your too busy celebrating with your team.

It shows Romeo and your dad embrace while Harper and your mother cheer with some polite claps for you. Brooklyn and Cruz are like hooligans jumping up and down chanting your name. Lando also gets shown on camera, and all that can be said is that when the camera replays his reaction along with the rest of your family when the goal went in he looked like a typical British lad at a football match a massive cheer and aggressive yet passionate smile on his face before turning to celebrate with your family.

“Here is the Beckhams family, such an iconic name, all of them here to support Y/N and we also have McLaren F1 Driver Lando Norris with her family. Obviously we’ve seen he’s friends with Romeo Beckham, Y/n’s twin but that was an incredibly passionate reaction for a driver who says he doesn’t involve himself in football as much anymore” a commentator adds, as your family’s celebration is shown.

“So Lando, you like watching my sister?” Romeo asked as he leaned over to Lando who was avidly watching his sister.

“Well, she is my girlfriend mate” he laughs taking his eyes off you for a split second to look at Romeo.

“Your smitten and it’s fucking disgusting” Romeo gags looking at Lando with a harsh expression.

“Calm down man, I might be part of the family one day” he teases elbowing his friend.

“Regrettably I think you already are. Mum and dad love you. Cruz is obsessed with you more than my sister… Harper loves the gifts you bring her and Brooklyn enjoys your convos. I hate to say it but you’re a Beckham” he laughs, he loved that his sister had actually ended up with Lando, he was a good friend and someone he could trust with his twin. Someone he was insanely protective over.

The match continues, Man City equalise just 5 minute before halftime. Sam Kerr your teammate scored one minute before, just after you got a yellow card that had both you and your family crying out in protest. You to the ref and your family just to one another.

Everyone could see the unhappy look on Lando’s face as he complained to your dad and brother.

After halftime break where you spoke about strategy and how to keep up the effectiveness going forward it was back out onto the pitch for all of you.

You scored another goal, making the scores 3-1 and before you knew it time was up and you were celebrating with your girls the win of the championship. You also were excited as this was your’s and Lauren’s chance to get onto the English Women’s Team.

After you showered and got out of your sweaty kit you went out to find your family and boyfriend. The first person you saw was your dad and you ran up to him pulling him into a massive hug.

“There she is, my little star!” Your dad cries holding you tightly against him. The rest of your family hug and kiss you, making it known just how proud they are of you. Lando was the final face you turned to see. Your family of course knew about the two of you and had seen you two interact in the family house and when you all went out for dinner.

He pulled you in for a soft kiss, Cruz and Harper immediately teasing you about it while Romeo cringes away.

“Lan, please that’s my twin sister” he cringes and looks between the two of you who have now finally pulled away from each other.

“Awwww leave them Romeo, I see myself and your father in them, but even more romantic” your mother smiles and you cannot help the big goofy grin that comes over you face.

“So, I may have been on TV, I’m kind of famous now!” He grins and Brooklyn and your dad laugh at his joke.

“Haha very funny baby” you laugh sarcastically and look at the rest of your family who have slowly started to back away to leave you and Lando alone.

“Where are you guys going? I thought we were all going to dinner and then me, Brooklyn, Cruz, Romeo and Lando were going to the club to celebrate?” You ask as they all look to one another debating who was going to explain.

“Yes, but we’ll meet you there. Lando’s driving you and Romeo!” Your mother starts and before you can even ask where Romeo is going if he was going in the car with you.

“Before you say anything I’m going to the toilet. That game was riveting and I couldn’t leave my seat, okay? I’ll meet you at the car” Romeo says before jogging of round the corner. The rest of your family also left and you were left with Lando, standing hand in hand.

“Baby have you seen twitter since the match?” He asks his brows slightly furrowed and a nervous aura around him.

“No, I haven’t why? Has something happened?” You ask looking over him, checking out his know awkward body language.

“Well, we are … sort of trending because I was sat with you family, people think we’re dating now.”

“Well, we are dating…” you giggle and he nods slowly.

“I know, and we’ve been dating for a while and I just wanted to know if maybe you thought it was time we … hard launch?” He blurts out and you just keep smiling at your silly boyfriend who looks so nervous asking you this. Anyone else would think he was proposing to you right now.

“Yes, let’s do it!” You smile at him squeezing his hand.

“R-really?” He asks and you nod, pulling him in and kissing his cheek.

“Yes baby.” You nod.

y/user

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y/user: It’s been an incredible weekend. Loved getting to share the win and championship with my family 🏎️⚽️

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landonorris: I love you baby, so so proud ❤️

-> y/user: love you infinite amounts 😩

user1: see how Y/N considers Lando part of her family? Very cutesy, very demure 🏎️🌸

romeobeckham: THATS MY TWIN, sick stuff Y/N 👩🏼‍🍳

-> y/user: you next!

user2: HARDLAUNCH Y/N! Is that you and Lan after the match?

-> y/user: yeah he gave me the biggest hug! 🎀

-> user2: OMG QUEEN REPLIED?

davidbeckham: Dad is proud hunny! You did amazing stuff out there today 🤙🏼✅

mclaren: Will you exchange Blue for Papaya for a race? 💙<🧡

-> y/user: depends on the offer admin 👀

-> landonorris: BABY! You were supposed to say yes! 😩🧡

oscarpiastri: can’t wait to see you at the next race!

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landonorris: So … this is mine now apparently? She’s non-refundable 🫣💙

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y/user: excuse me? 🥺

-> landonorris: I joke I joke! I love you baby 🫣💙

lewishamilton: amazing win y/n and congrats you guys.

danielricciardo: it’s about damn time, I been hearing all his bitchin and whinin and pinin

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[afterglowkatie]

back to where it began | k.c.c.

kyra cooney-cross x reader | 2k | a look back into yours and kyra's first matildas camp, the place where it all began

ˏˋ°•*⁀ this is part of the pair of pests universe. this is a flashback kind of fic. a fun look back to the beginning of Kyra's and r's friendship. From where it began to where they are now and then the next fic will continue from 'i love you' :)

You looked up at Sam watching her mouth move but not processing any of the words actually leaving her mouth. You’d just arrived with Steph to your first matilda’s camp. Your first senior call up. It was both nerve wrecking and a dream come true for you. Ever since you were little you wanted to be just like your older sister having watched her achieve her dreams, you were following in her footsteps. You always worked hard throughout youth national teams, a-league and wsl to be able to get the chance to play alongside your older sister as a matilda.

Now your dream of sharing a pitch with Steph at national level was one step closer to coming true. You’d gone from playing together in the backyard as kids to sharing a pitch together at Melbourne City to now hopefully sharing a pitch together as a Matilda. Though a dream in theory is less nerve wrecking then when that dream becomes a reality. 

‘It’s good to have you here, kid,’ Sam placed a hand on your shoulder when she finished speaking, bringing you back to reality and out of your head. 

‘Yeah, it’s…it’s good to be here. Excited,’ You breathed out, not realising you were holding your breath slightly to begin with. Anyone could feel the nerves radiating out of you causing your older sister to playfully roll her eyes and laugh. 

‘Relax,’ Steph laughed a little, smiling at you while bringing you in for a hug. Steph’s hugs always made you feel better, even if you liked to deny it. It was hard to relax when you knew you had to take this opportunity to prove yourself even more than you already have in your current season with Manchester City. You were genuinely excited to be called up and have the opportunity to gain more experience and develop even further alongside the people who you’ve been supporting and watching from the sidelines for years.

Having been a matilda for a fair few years, Steph had definitely found her place within the team. Whereas you were still finding yourself and where you fit amongst the others both on and off the pitch. You weren’t as chatty as your older sister and kept to yourself a little until you were fully comfortable which made it a bit harder for you to make friends and find your own little group within the team dynamic.

Everyone was welcoming but you found yourself almost glued to Steph’s side. Your sister loves you and is proud of you for how hard you’ve worked and everything you’ve done over the years but you were slowly getting on her nerves. It was midway through your first camp and Steph and the older girls were more than happy to have you around and show you things and all that. But Steph thought you might’ve made friends with the other younger players just like yourself considering you had played alongside and against the other young players.

‘Come sit with us today,’ Alanna slung her arm around your shoulders pulling you to sit at a table with just her and Mackenzie, an attempt to give Steph some space having been on the receiving end of her complaining the other night. They were subtle about it, no one wanted you to get the wrong idea or hurt your feelings already knowing how nervous you had been the entire time.

‘This feels like you’re about to interrogate me or something,’ You joked, laughing with the other two while you had some lunch after the morning training session. 

‘What? Can’t have lunch with our favourite Catley without being accused,’ Alanna faked being offended at your comment, while you just rolled your eyes and pushed her arm.

A few tables away Sam nudged Steph’s arm getting her attention, ‘Why don’t you just subtly push her to partner up with, I don’t know, how about Kyra? At the next training session?’ Sam shrugged trying to come up with an idea to help both you make new friends within the team and Steph to have a bit of time away from you.

‘Kyra seems like a good kid, might be good for Tiny,’ Caitlin added in. Steph hadn’t considered trying to push you to hang around the other younger, newer matildas, not wanting you to think she was trying to get rid of you. Steph thought it was important you gain experience from the more experienced matildas but it was also important for you to have fun with the experience.

At the next training session when doing partner drills that’s what Steph did. She, along with the help of Sam, got you and Kyra to partner up in hopes that the two of you would click. Of course you had known of Kyra, playing with her in the youth national teams and also playing against her in the w-league. Though neither of you had really interacted all that much, settling into separate friend groups.

‘It’s cool Steph’s your sister,’ Kyra started talking first while going through the different partner drills, ‘Must’ve been nice to have an older sister like that,’ 

‘You’d think so but Steph can be pretty annoying, especially growing up,’ You lightheartedly joked around making Kyra laugh. You looked up at Kyra smiling, eyebrows furrowing when you noticed her lips quirk into a mischievous smirk.

‘Wanna get back at her for all the times she was annoying?’ You had half a mind to say no and to stay out of trouble, especially during your first senior camp. But there was something about Kyra that instantly drew you in and so you couldn’t help but agree.

The two of you instantly clicked, everyone thought it was a good thing. Steph felt relieved to have a bit of time back to be with her friends without you around, and everyone found the friendship to be good for both you and Kyra. Both being new they thought you could lean on each other. 

What they didn’t know was how when the two of you were sat together away from everyone else, was that you were scheming up ways to mess with everyone. Steph being your first victim. 

‘I’ll distract Steph while you set it all up,’ You and Kyra were eating lunch together while going over the plan you had created over the past day.

‘Why do you get to distract them,’ You whined not wanting to be the one responsible if the set up failed.

‘Maybe I should call you baby Catley instead,’ Kyra laughed, making fun of you for whining causing you to punch her in the arm, ‘Ow!’ Kyra dramatically yelled, pouting while holding and rubbing her arm.

‘Maybe I should call you baby Kywa,’ You mocked Kyra putting on your most babyish voice you could muster. The two of you burst out into fits of laughter causing the other girls in the room to look over at you. 

‘What’s going on over here?’ Steph came over to the both of you, raising her eyebrow when she noticed you both scramble to hide the paper you’d been writing on from her.

‘Nothing Stephy,’ You sang out, trying to seem as innocent as possible. You weren’t always the best at keeping things from her.

‘Yeah, nothing Stephy,’ Kyra scooted closer to you, linking her arm with yours pulling you in closer leaning in to discreetly whisper into your ear, ‘I’m gonna work my magic and you go work yours,’ A subtle nod and weak excuse from you to leave the pair alone you quickly made your way towards the room Steph was staying in. 

You made sure no one saw you go into the room, they made sure you had a key for the room Steph was staying in just in case you needed her at any time. Setting up the vials of glitter above the door and making sure they were set to go off when the door was opened you then got into position, hiding under the bed getting ready with the camera.

Meanwhile Kyra was making sure to keep Steph’s attention until she got the message from you that everything was ready to go, ‘Stephyyy, have I ever told you how cool you are,’ Kyra stood up slinging her arm around Steph’s shoulders and exaggerating all of her words.

‘Kyra…’ Steph’s voice was low and questioning, eyebrow raised while she chuckled at the younger girl, ‘I’m gonna go to my room for a bit,’ Steph wiggled out of Kyra’s embrace looking at her with an amused and confused expression.

‘NO!’ Kyra shouted, panic evident in her voice, causing a bit too much suspicion from the older girl. Steph looked at Kyra expecting her to continue to explain herself, ‘I mean…um…’ Lucky for Kyra you managed to save her from coming up with an excuse, letting her know everything was ready, ‘Y’know what, have a good nap grandma,’ Kyra pushed Steph towards the elevator, walking away quickly but hiding around the corner ready to follow after Steph but not wanting her to see.

Steph let out a deep breath and shook her head, stepping into the elevator on her way back to her room. You were set under the bed, phone on video facing the doorway ready for any moment when Steph would walk in. Kyra was quick to discreetly follow, wanting to at least hear the reaction first hand, watching the video back later will be even better.

Hearing footsteps get closer to the door, the adrenaline mixed with nerves pulsed through your body. You were never scared of Steph’s reaction to anything, you liked annoying your older sister. You got a kick out of it and no matter how mad Steph seemed to be with you, you knew she could never actually stay mad at you for long. Probably why you never cared for how she would react.

‘What the-’ Steph’s voice boomed through the room once she opened her door hearing the little pop noises and noticing she was now covered in glitter. You burst out laughing, keeping the camera pointed towards Steph, her confused expression turning into a glare directed at you from under the bed.

Kyra came running down the hall into Steph’s room laughing, almost knocking Steph over in the process, ‘Kyra!’ Steph yelled, grabbing onto the younger girl to steady herself. The floor and herself were covered in glitter, ‘You…’ Steph turned and pointed at you while you were wriggling out from under the bed.

‘C’mon Tiny, before scary Catley makes us clean up,’ Kyra didn’t give you a moment to steady yourself before she grabbed your hand pulling you out of the room with her. 

‘Pair of pests,’ Steph’s voice could be heard, even from halfway down the hall. You both kept running and laughing until you found a quiet spot away from where anyone would be able to find you.

You sat next to each other against a wall. Kyra’s arm around you while you both watched the video over and over, ‘You see Steph’s face,’ You paused the video and laughed at the facials Steph was pulling. Making sure to screenshot so you could both have them for later, knowing you’d be using them whenever you got the chance. Steph’s expressive personality coming back to haunt her for as long as you were both in her life.

‘We’re gonna be the bestest of friends,’ Kyra proclaimed. After one day of properly knowing each other and you’d clicked as if you had been best friends for years and years. The pair that everyone would wish never met in the first place, especially once they had been on the receiving end of one too many of your pranks. 

Though it was nice to have made a friend in Kyra, you both helped each other over the years. During your move to England and her move to Sweden, you never lost contact and continued to help each other become the best versions of yourself, the best players you could be. Always supporting and being proud of each other.

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In the Cards (explained)

Welcome everyone, this has been coming for a loooong time.

@occasionallyaurora and I have been creating an entire universe for a long time now, it started with just another barca orgy fic, yet here we are. However, we do feel that the entire series needs context for those who are really into fiction like we are.

We have posted multiple teasers, all of which help to gain a better understanding of the dynamics at play in the main orgy fic, none of which have been explicitly connected to this, hence the explanation.

So here's a little timeline for those who are interested! If not and you just want pure smut, part one can be found here :)

I love you (I'm sorry)

So this takes fic takes place first. Reader is at Manchester United and Lucy is at Manchester City and they're having a little sexually focused fling, however, feelings are rising between them. They have to break it off, despite these feelings, as reader is transferring to Barcelona in the new year and they don't want to do long distance.

I wanna be yours (and yours only)

This clearly takes place a lot later than the first as all five of them are playing at Barcelona. Lucy and Ona are in an established relationship that has been brimming since the World Cup. It is suggested that Alexia, Jenni, and reader are also in a relationship as this is what Ona gets jealous of in the first place. This is due to the rumour that Lucy and reader were dating before they moved to Barcelona.

By the end of this fic, it is established that Ona is interested in initiating an orgy with the other three.

Brats, buy one get one free

This fic takes place just before the international window where Jenni and Alexia will be playing for Spain and reader will be playing for England. This takes place around the same time as I wanna be yours (and yours only.)

Basking in the morning glow

The last full teaser takes place two weeks later, after all of them get back.

Captain's Night Out [part 1][part 2]

This is where Lucy asks Alexia about her wishes to have an orgy with the three of them, being met with a very eager response. This is where they begin to plan the little game that will unfold between the group.

So, there's the timeline for anybody interested in how all the previous teaser fics fit with the main orgy fic that is going to be four parts long. @occasionallyaurora and I are so attached to this little universe that we've created, that if you want to see anything else within this dynamic, leave us an ask and we will see what we can do :)

I want to thank @occasionallyaurora for being so well organized and keeping me together in all of this - they are also a huge contributor to the actual writing of the fic and I don't want this to go unnoticed!

Anyway lesbians, enjoy the show x

[skipper1331]

Fighting // Alessia Russo

The day started off fine.

Like she always did, Alessia woke up before you.

Most of the time it was an hour before the alarm went off but she didn‘t leave the bed until. She would lay in bed and admire you. Her hand would scratch your back or stomach (depending on the position you were in) so softly while she pressed feathery kisses on top of your head and sometimes she would mumble phrases like 'you’re so pretty, my girl' or 'i‘m so lucky to be with you'.

When the alarm went off she let it ring 2 minutes or so, so you could start to wake up. After she turned it off, of course your eyes still closed, she started to press kisses to each of your cheeks, to your forehead, chin, temple and the corner of your mouth. The moment she felt your smile she knew you were present. "Good morning, my pretty pretty girl" she whispered. Your smile only grew at the pet name yet still too tired to respond. "You need to get up, so we can get ready for todays derby, baby." this time you hummed as reply. Alessia made her way to the bathroom to start her routine while you were still sitting in the bed with no energy to move. It was too early. "babygirl, you need get up otherwise we‘ll be late."

"Need kisses" you stated sleepy.

Alessia exited the ensuite bathroom again, chuckling. She pecked your lips sweetly but it wasn‘t enough. As a respond you grumbled. You wanted a real kiss. Another peck was pressed to your lips. "Lessi" you whined. You pouted at her while giving her your best puppy dog eyes. You knew she could never resist them. It made her weak (yet she always was when she was around you). Finally giving in, she gave you the good morning kiss you deserved, knocking the air out of your lungs.

The game ended in a 1-1 draw. Unfortunately, you didn‘t had the chance to talk to your former Barcelona teammate Leila before the game so you decided to approach the city player after. Your transfer to united was a few years back while Leilas to city was just recently. Leila and you had been great friends at barcelona but as life goes on you lost contact. From time to time the two of you called each other but it wasn‘t the same. When you heard the news that Leila would come to Manchester you were excited. You knew Leila didn‘t get enough playing-time at Barca which made you sad considered she was a great left back. You owe Leila a lot: she made you feel welcome in Spain, she spent hours of teaching you spanish and supported you even when you had your doubts. So the only right thing to do was to offer her the same opportunities. Due a busy schedule you hadn‘t seen her since her arrival, so the derby was the first time in years (despite the euros) where you saw her. "Leila!" you shouted to get her attention. You ran up to her and jumped on her. She easily caught you. "¿Cómo estás?" (how are you) she asked. "Muy bien, ¿y tú? (really good, and you?). The two of you talked about how City was treating her, If she liked manchester so far and so on. It was a talk about everything and nothing and you must admit it was really nice to catch up with the spaniard. Despite the fact that you hadn‘t seen each other for a long time, it was as If the other person was never away. The dynamic between you two was like it was back in Spain.

As you entered the changing room Alessia was nowhere to be seen, her cubby empty. "El, have you seen Lessi?" you asked her best friend. "Nah" Not giving it too much thought, you showered and changed into normal clothes. Maybe she was already at your car, you thought. So you grabbed your bag and walked to the car where in fact Alessia was already sitting in the drivers seat. "Didn‘t know you could be this fast" you joked referring to the time it took her to shower and get changed while you were still on the pitch talking to Leila. She mumbled something but you were to occupied with talking about the match that you didn‘t notice it. What you also didn‘t notice was that Alessia was awfully quiet and kept her hand to herself. Normally she would have her hand on your thigh or would hold your hand.

At home, she still hadn‘t said a word. When she started to cook something you hugged her taller figure from behind with your chin resting on her shoulder "what are we gonna eat tonight?" you asked. You couldn’t tell what she wanted to cook with only a few ingredients on the kitchen counter. "I‘m making myself a pizza. Don‘t know what you‘re gonna eat." she huffed while wiggling out of your embrace. "What?" -

"You heard me" If you haven‘t noticed earlier that she was mad, you did now. And if you think back: she didn‘t hold your hand in the car, didn‘t talk to you either and certainly didn‘t kiss you. She was mad at you. "Are you mad at me?" you asked suprised as if it wasn‘t obvious. "I don‘t know. You tell me." she snapped. starting to pack away the ingredients. She was not in the mood for pizza anymore. "Lessi?" you grabbed her arm, stopping her in her movement. "Don‘t touch me!" instantly she pushed your hand away and walked out of the kitchen. You were taken aback, Alessia always wanted to feel your touch even If it‘s only your pinkies linking. "I don‘t understand" you followed her. "Of course you don‘t" an ironic laugh escaped her mouth. You were starting to get angry, too. Why didn‘t she just say what her problem was? "Why are you so mad at me?" you shouted. Enough was enough. You wanted - no, you had to know what you did wrong. "Why don‘t you ask Leila?! Maybe she gets all your attention. Oh wait- She already has!" she yelled. Now you understood; Alessia was jealous.

Angrily, she marched towards your bedroom. Again, you followed her but a few steps behind. Before you could enter your shared bedroom she slammed the door in your face. The door was slammed with so much force that even the picture frame fell off the shelf. Alessia heard the glass shattering and shortly afterwards your cursing. Immediately she opened the door, only to see you in a squat position trying to clean the floor. Her eyes looking at your bleeding hand. Something in her flipped at the sight of you because the second she saw blood on you her anger washed away and was replaced with worry. She squatted down, picked you up and carried you bridal style to the bathroom. "Lessi-" she shushed you with her finger on your lips. Frantically, she searched for the first aid kit. "You don‘t need to do this" you said in a low voice, looking at the floor. "What? Of course I do, you’re my girl" with the first aid kit now lying next to you, she started off with cleaning the wound. You flinched a few times and each time Alessia would stop. She would look into your eyes, search for consent to continue and when you nod, she would give you a soft kiss to your forehead. Everything was done quietly. Both of you wanted to say something but remained silent. As Alessia finished to put the bandage around your hand, your head fell onto her chest. The exhaustion of the game and your fighting visible. "I‘m sorry" you both started, a small laugh coming from the Italian and you. With your head off her chest "may I?" a nod came as respond "I‘m sorry. I didn‘t mean to upset you. I know i talked to Leila for a while. I didn't get a chance to talk to her before and I owe her so much. I want to give it back to her, even if she's not playing with us." you apologized and explained. You have always thought that it was important to give an explanation for your actions so that the other person knew that you‘re serious about your apology. "And thank you for the" you wiggled with your injured hand "you didn’t have to do that. I shouldn‘t have followed you when i knew that you‘re angry. I‘m sorry." Everything you said was nothing but the truth. You hated it when Alessia and you fight. But luckily, it rarely happened. And even If; you're human beings, you're not perfect. Sometimes you get into a fight and argue but that's normal. No relationship is perfect. The trick is to communicate and express your feelings to reconcile.

Alessia pressed a long kiss to your forehead. "I‘m sorry too. I didn't mind you talking to Leila. I know she means a lot to you. It bothered me that once the game was finished, you didn't give me a high give or acknowledged me at all, even though we always do our special handshake. Then the fans talked about your interaction and it made me upset because of the rumours of you two being a couple. They got into my head." During her explanation her eyes never left yours, her cheeks red. She felt slightly embarrassed because she exposed her feelings.

Before your relationship Alessia didn‘t talk about her feelings, she bottled them inside of her and it took you some time to break her walls down and make it clear that her feelings are valuable. "I‘m sorry about your hand… that i caused it." you took her hands in yours (careful not hurt your wounded hand more) and kissed each finger tip. "It wasn‘t your fault" you whispered as you switched to her other hand. "I love you and I am proud of you" her heart melted at your words. To hear that you‘re proud her made her fall in love with you all over again while the three little words made her go feral. "Stop it, you silly" Alessia giggled.

The italian could never take compliments especially when they came from you.

As your hand wandered to her neck your lips pressed against the blonde‘s. A kiss that was so soft and loving that it meant more than words ever could. "Pizza?" you asked smiling after breaking away. "Yes!", peppering kisses to your lips. "Lets go" with an ease she picked you up and carried you into the kitchen.

It didn‘t matter what happened earlier, it happened and it‘s okay. This is life. There are ups and down.

The moment you both fell for each other (even when Alessia literally fell for you) you agreed to the risk of arguing, disagreeing and having problems. As long as you reconcile and fight for each other, everything will turn out fine.

It‘s Alessia and Y/N, like it‘s always been.

The two of you against the world.

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[postmortemnivis]

the ghosts of the past were the only thing that truly scared the ghost, the man who if someone'd seen him walking towards them from across the street at night, they would've started calling the first helpline number available and saying their prayers, even if they weren't believers.

in truth, ghost wasn't a troubled man, he barely was what was left of one, simon.

ghost wasn't a troubled man, but he was all that was left of one. every time the thick balaclava slipped on simons face, he'd turn off the few emotions that were still left in his body, mind running on autopilot as he coldly shut off his scarred heart. simon needed that, both a relief and a way to turn everything off, he needed to know it wasnt him killing people. it made his heart rest better to know it was ghost, not simon.

simon, who'd gone through hell and back, watching his friends, honourable soldiers, fall by the hand of a simple yet fatal mistake.

simon, whose family was slaughtered and he felt so helpless and unworthy, because why join the military and train to fight when he couldn't even protect his three years old nephew?

feeling so low he could barely keep his brown eyes open, he didn't think he was a man who deserved to live. why, when nobody was there to live with him? sure, johnny and kyle could try to cheer him up and distract him as much as they wanted, but they couldn't follow simon to his flat by the railways, in front of the man united stadium. price regularly called him: every other day to check up on him, ask him if he fancied a pint. simon rarely said yes, but he was grateful price didn't forget about him the moment they left base, it made him feel like he was, after all, someone. more than once even kyle booked a cheap hotel room near simon's place so he could spend time with him. forcing him to go outside and meet up with him and price. sometimes even johnny could make it, hopping on the first train from glasgow to see his lieutenant.

simon studied the pub. ironically, kyle always decided to drag him to the pub where simon spent his late teens with his mates from the time. that was, of course, before simon turned eighteen, and without speaking a word to anyone, left to join the military a week after his birthday. when he'd first come back, almost a year later, all his friends had either moved out of manchester or thought he'd moved out too, cutting off contacts. it was a shock for the few ones left to see his dog tags underneath his shirt when he first showed up again.

it was meaningless.

he was meaningless. flesh on bone, a heart pumping his veins full of life without him being able to stop it. schopenhaueresque, really.

simons complete view of life was of suffocating suffering, a meaningless amount of time he had to spend on this earth for what he used to believe was for a greater good. there was not such a thing, simon was sure of it now, a bottle of beer in his left hand as his right one brought his cigarette to his chapped, pale lips. he looked down the river irwin, the city noise muffled out by the quiet and calm chatter of people walking past him. he felt almost envious. they had someone to talk to.

but he'd never been the loquacious type either, tommy always did the talking, simon usually dragging both of their arses out of the messes tommy brought them in. that's how it worked, their dynamic. his brother talked, too much sometimes, even for him, and he made sure nothing happened, as easy as that. simon was the one who stepped in when things got bad, in any situation: outside of the pub with a drunk man that tommy'd pissed off with his witty remarks, older boys at school when they were children, or at home, with their father. needless to say, simon got the most of the beatings, scars adorning the skin of his back even before stepping on the field. the cigarette burns on his arms and legs itched every time he'd think too much about it.

ever since finding his brothers corpse on the stairs of his own home, front door unlocked, his wife and son dead on the master bedroom's bed, he'd been craving what it felt like to love someone again. he craved loving someone, craved the feeling of something so strong it would change every fiber of his being, that would alter the chemistry of his brain. it was almost visceral, the need he had to satisfy. he despised everything good there was in life, anything that should bring happiness bothered him, but he was still a human being, and being human meant longing for someone else, another half. yearning.

throwing the cigarette butt in the river, he turned around, not ready to be home in less than fifteen minutes. the feeling of getting swallowed in the darkness and silence of his own home made him almost paranoid, he was driving himself crazy. simon would have chosen to throw himself in the river if given the choice to pick between that and going home, but the early rays of the dawn started blinding him, and the shadows under his eyes were becoming darker by the second. maybe he'd take a longer route.

simons restless nights became quickly part of his life, following him everywhere around the globe during the years. he found in the lack of sleep a way to control his life, he desperately needed control. when all was to shambles, control was all he needed. sleep, exercise, food, sex, attitude and performance were things he could control, and the less he let himself slip into, the more in control his tired body felt.

"five hours of bad sleep every two days won't keep you alive." price'd told him, and simon groaned.

"good then."

"we need you alive, simon."

"ya need a soldier, not me."

"we need you, simon." price insisted, shaking his head. "you're a good man, we need you."

"i'm not a good man."

until his seventh year of mourning, simon never thought he would find peace of mind, but he found it coming along with spring's sweet scented flowers and chilly breezes; you.

[mzminola]

I’ve said before that one reason I like the canon tidbit that Tim was a city kid while Janet was alive (the Drakes didn’t live in Bristol until after Jack’s coma was over) because it makes Camera!Tim more plausible.

But also? I think it makes Tim’s canon origin motivations more plausible. Tim imprinted pretty damn hard on Dick Grayson, and subsequently Robin, but little kid Tim was just as obsessed with Batman, and with seeing the Dynamic Duo as important symbols for the city.

Why would a kid from out in the suburbs care about that?

Sure, tracking caped vigilantes in the news is an interesting hobby, but the level of attachment Tim had? It’s possible for a tourist, I guess, but it says local to me. It says someone who directly sees the effects.

We get some interesting similarities and differences with other Batkids. Jason and Tim are from disparate economic classes, and Jason is explicitly from the part of town Batman didn’t bother patrolling in. Jason had every reason to see Batman as useless at best and an active threat to himself and his community at worst. It takes Bruce giving Jason the resources to help people himself to change that view. Batman didn’t matter to Jason as a symbol, he mattered as a parent.

Tim is theoretically from a part of town that benefitted from Batman; everywhere in Gotham is dangerous, but there might’ve been a drop in street level crime in Tim’s neighborhood when Bruce patrolled there, an uptick in corporate crimes actually getting the evidence to prosecute, a drop in mafia’s controlling things. That’s speculation though; maybe Batman didn’t make a lick of difference, he was just visible.

Cass is raised outside Gotham as an assassin, but spent an unknown amount of time as a Gotham street kid. We first see her in the city in canon after the earthquake, when everything’s gone to hell and the vigilantes on the ground are making a difference when the government gives up on them. Like Tim, she sees Batman as an important symbol, though this seems to be less about Gotham, and more about the contrast to her assassin upbringing.

Stephanie is from the Manchester suburb outside Gotham, and her view of Batman isn’t based on the city at all, but on his direct effect on her family. By the fact he foils her villain father’s plans. Steph comes to care about his opinion of her, but he’s not a symbol the way he is for Tim & Cass.

There’s probably something to say about city-dwellers Jack & Janet sending Tim to boarding school, but I don’t know enough about that subject to get into it.

[kayleighjennifer]

Rendezvous (Vicky Losada x reader)

⚠️smut⚠️

“Girls, can I quickly have your attention? Our new signings just arrived” The head coach Alessandro said and you look up from your phone.

You feel like you can’t breath when you see Vicky, your ex, looking straight into your eyes. You don’t hear anything besides your breath. Why does she have to follow you? You left Barcelona because the two of you broke up, went to Mancity and after she signed with City you went on loan to Roma.

“Y/n, are you okay? You look like you’re fainting”. You can hear the Norwegian accent of Sophie. “Hm? Yeah I’m fine” You breathe out and quickly look at your football boots. “Hey, I’m Vicky and from Mancity, I look forward to playing with you”.

Her voice is still as hot and Vicky’s voice sends shivers down your back. “Aren’t you ask from Mancity?” Sophie asks and you just nod, stand up and hurry out if your room, to start warming up.

Vicky looks after you and bites her lip. You always have such an innocent vibe around you, which arouses her so much.

The reason Vicky chose Roma was you. She knew that you would have to play two season with Roma so she wants to make things right again. You ended the relationship back then because of Vicky’s jealousy and the growing fame and not because someone fell out of love or cheated. But every time you went out, which was pretty often since you were way younger back then and just wanted to live your life, Vicky got even jealous of your best friend, causing one too many fights and the media, they just assumed your relationship, of course noticed the change in your dynamic and started to constantly ask you about it.

After a few minutes of peace and quiet you see the rest of the team approaching you. “Okay, as a warm up we’ll do partner exercises. One has the ball and needs to get from the one side of the pitch to the other while the other one has to try to get the ball”. You love good tackles so it was one of your favourite drills.

Once again you were so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice Vicky standing right in front of you. “Do you wanna partner up with me? I don’t know anyone besides you Chiqui” (little one). You choke on your spit, but see that everyone, even Sophie who you normally partner up with, already has a partner. “Don’t call me little one and I don’t have another choice, everyone already has a partner”. You used to love it when she called you Chiqui but right now, it brings back too many painful memories.

You grab the ball from her hand and copy the rest of your teammates, standing at the white line. Vicky sighs and stands next to you. Alessandro blows the whistle and you start running with the ball. The midfielder can quickly snatch the ball from you which frustrates you. Normally you’re the best at this drill but right now you’re loosing, which is a feeling you hate. “Y/n, Vicky, go back to the line and now you switch roles”.

Vicky starts this time and somehow you’re not able to get the ball, leaving you more frustrated. “Y/n what’s going on with you? Come you’ll try again until you’re able to get the ball”. Alessandro seems to be somehow pissed which makes you even more frustrated. You’re not able, even thought you start to tackle Vicky more, every tackle gets dirtier, to get the ball until the third round where you simply slide into Vicky’s ankle, sending her to the ground.

She groans in pain and holds her ankle. You look at her in shook, not being able to move. “The fuck Y/n, what’s wrong with you?” Vicky looks at you in pain and with fearful eyes.

The medics arrive quickly and Alessandro approached you angrily. “Y/n you’re out for the next game, what were you thinking? If it’s something serious, I swear to god, you’re not being allowed to play until she recovered, you understand? I don’t care what happened between you at Barcelona or Manchester City, but right now you’re a team. And you’ll act as one, you understand?” He yells at you and you’re only able to nod, feeling more guilt than you ever have before.

“I’m sorry coach, I don’t know that I was thinking”. You only see now that Vicky was taken with the medics. “You don’t have to tell me that. Get your fucking shit together and go to Vicky” He shoved you your water bottle and you turn around, making your way to the medic room. You knock at the door and step in. When you don’t see Vicky anywhere your heart drops even more. What if you broke her ankle? “Oh hey Y/n, what’s up? You did tackle the new one very dirty I must say” One of the medics say and you simply nod. “Uhm where is she?” Your voice is shaking. “She’s in the physio room, no worries, it’s nothing a bit of tape can’t fix”. You turn around and quickly walk to the physio room. You quietly knock at the door, not knowing what you’d say.

“Come in” Vicky says and you do as you’re told. There she is, laying on the bed, with only her top and panties. Her ankle and lower leg is completely taped and you swallow hard.

Vicky sees you still standing in the doorway, staring at her ankle regretfully. “Do you always welcome the new ones this way?” She jokes and you can’t help the small smile on your lips.

“I’m sorry, it was total unprofessional of me and so dumb, how bad is it?”. You close the door behind you and move closer to her, inspecting her ankle. “It is sore but alright chiqui. Well yes it was very stupid of you, but I guess I deserved it” You look questioning at Vicky.

“I really acted like an obsessed asshole back then and I’m sorry about that, I was just insecure and scared of you leaving me”. You get a chair and sit down next to her, trying not to stare at her tights. Vicky notices it, but only smirks. “It’s alright I guess, it’s in the past and I’m over it”. Both of you know that it’s a complete lie. “It doesn’t seem like you’re over it cariño” You press your tights together, trying to ease the building arousal. “Are you alright mi cielito?(my little heaven) You seem tense over there?” You blush and look at your hands. “Uh yeah, I just feel bad about it, I’m really sorry, but I need to go, catch you later tesoro (treasure) ” You want to facepalm yourself it using the nickname and stumble up.

Vicky grabs your hand before you can leave. “I don’t think so. I think I can help you relax, no? And I know how you can make up for the dirty tackle” Vicky’s eyes are dark and she bites her lip. “What do you mean?” Your voice is small and you can’t look anywhere besides her lips. Her hands find their way to your waist, guiding you between her legs. You swallow hard. “You know exactly what I mean and you can’t fight it. Your eyes are nearly as dark as mine. Just let me lead you”

You simply nod and you finally feel her lips on yours again. You missed it so much. Your hands find their way into Vicky’s hair and push her closer if it’s even possible.

She stands up and turn you over, so that you’re underneath her. She moves her lips to your neck, biting and licking it and quickly discharges your top.

“You got even more beautiful wow” Was all Vicky was able to say and starts leaving kisses everywhere.

“Don’t tease, please”. You beg and Vicky pushes down your shorts and pantie, finally connecting her lips with your clit. “God I missed your taste”. Her comment makes you blush but you still continue to moan her name.

After a few minutes and her adding two fingers you come, moaning her name loudly. “You did so great chiqui” She smiles against your lips

[scalonis-soldier86]

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[takeariskao3]

Day 7: Lover written for #SeveralSunlitDaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3

a version of this has existed since may of 2020 and it feels so good to finally put it into the universe after sitting on it for three (THREE!) years... i have a feeling i will continue this at some point and hopefully turn it into a full blow fic, but until then, enjoy some non-traditional, pandemic themed, sex pollen, a/b/o dynamics <33

They said it started in China. At the annual festival in Shanghai. 

Some experts claimed the mutation originated because of an uncharacteristically dry winter. Some blamed climate change. Others said it was all part of the cyclical nature of the earth. A purification process. Nature taking its course. 

The more hysterically minded said it was the end of the fucking world. 

Either way, Ginny watched in horror with the rest of Edinburgh as more and more reports flooded the news.

All across the northern hemisphere, the cherry trees were blossoming, and people were going mad.

~~~

The thing about fear was that it spread like wildfire. 

Grocery stores emptied of necessities overnight. The Prime Minister issued stay at home orders, some of the more populated areas even attempted a voluntary curfew. Borders were closed, air traffic came to a grinding halt, restaurants were instructed to only offer takeout, and any non-essential businesses were told to close their doors entirely. 

For a while, it all felt over-cautious. 

At least until the first case hit Cardiff. 

They said the little omega lasted three days in a severe heat until the pain and the dehydration finally rendered her unconscious. Her family rushed her to the emergency room and it was another two days before the hospital identified what was happening to her. They said before she was quarantined, she infected almost thirty people, nine of them hospital staff. 

It spread from twenty-nine confirmed cases to over three-hundred within a week, three-hundred became eight-thousand within the month.

And that was just Wales.

~~~

Birmingham was the third city to reach critical levels of contamination, after Liverpool and Manchester. 

They projected a global spread, the more densely populated areas being hit first. Each day the estimates increased, predicting numbers so catastrophic, there hadn’t been anything like it in over five-hundred years.

The real test, however, was London. 

There were reports that all the major cabinet members had been moved to separate and secure locations. That way if any of them contracted the sickness, at the very least, they wouldn’t infect the rest of the country's leaders. 

The worst part was nobody seemed to know anything. Records of the last pandemic were inconclusive or didn’t exist. No one knew how long the sickness lasted or how debilitating it really was. Less reliable news sources even reported deaths when the first wave hit eastern China, rumours spreading of alphas ripping each other apart over the chance to mate an omega.

But that’s all they were. 

Rumours. 

~~~

Designation had never mattered much to Ginny. It was just something stamped on her birth certificate next to seven pounds two ounces, eighteen inches long. Her ruts weren’t dramatic events, they were hardly even a disruption. Four times a year, she’d get the urge, use her fingers on herself three nights in a row and wait out the subsequent five days of bleeding.

Designation also hasn’t mattered to the world in decades. Suppressants went out of fashion after the turn of the century, the human race’s more animalistic instincts fading with each generation until the ruts and heats became nothing more than quarterly nuisances. Only a very small percentage of the population still needed herbs and homoeopathic blockers to get by, the rest went about their lives business as usual.

Humanity had evolved past such trivial things as Alpha, Beta, and Omega. 

But now, it was all anyone could talk about.

~~~

Dawdling around the townhouse, Ginny took her frustrations out in the form of kneading a lumpy, soon to be loaf of bread while half listening to the news. Her television emitted a scratchy noise every few seconds, but for a dumpster dive, it worked fine enough. Especially since for the six weeks she’d been stuck at home, she’d hardly turned the damn thing off. 

It wasn’t so much that she was dedicated to being informed, she just couldn’t bear the silence.

No honking cars, no nosy tourists, no shouting street vendors.

It was quiet in an uncomfortable way, in an unnatural way. In a way that left Ginny too much alone with her own thoughts. 

As she punched the dough down as hard as she could, her telly warbled out an odd static followed by the evening news anchor chatting animatedly with a couple who supposedly recovered from the sickness.

“And you think having each other,” the journalist asked in disbelief, “helped speed up your recovery?” 

“We realise it sounds a bit crazy, we aren’t even sure if there is science to support it–” a male voice responded. He sounded rational enough even though what he was saying went against every directive of social distancing. “But I’m an alpha, and my wife is an omega. When we both came down with it, we decided to stay home and wait it out together. Within a week or so we felt completely back to normal...”

Ginny snorted. The hospitals reported the illness lasting between twelve to fifteen days, not seven. And what were their credentials besides claiming to have been infected? The news station could interview anyone off the street. They’d probably interview her if she claimed she danced naked, covered in chicken’s blood beneath the full moon and it spared her. If anything, the segment was irresponsible. Now people were going to go out looking for a sex partner for the week.

Sighing at the downturn in journalistic integrity, she tuned out the rest of the interview, content to bask in the early May breeze wafting through the open windows.

Until she heard the squeak of brakes slow to a stop out front. 

And muffled voices. 

Followed by a car door slamming shut. 

She’d just begun to wonder which bluenose neighbour had arrived to hole up in a holiday house when footsteps scuffed up the stone walk, her stone walk, and a key slid into the lock of her front door.

The knob turned, the door clicked open, and Ginny stood rooted to the spot, covered in flour as her landlord (slash older brother’s best mate) appeared framed on the stoop. 

At first, Harry didn’t notice her. He stepped inside, careful to scrub his shoes on the mat before closing the door behind him and dropping his duffle unceremoniously in the foyer. He looked the same as he had nearly a year ago. He scratched a hand through the disaster hair piled atop his head then patted it all down again. His glasses were the same, and he still had the same little divot permanently etching his brow into a scowl. Beneath his anorak she could tell his lean frame still gave way to lanky limbs that shifted into slender fingers. 

Then the telly switched programs, the News giving way to some crime documentary, or something. Ginny wasn’t actually paying attention. At the change in music, Harry froze with his back halfway to her and his shoulders went tight. 

Then he turned on the spot, and he finally registered Ginny’s presence tucked away in the kitchen at the back of the house.

Their gazes held for several beats too long, both of them wide-eyed and startled by the existence of the other in such close proximity. 

Ginny’s heart thundered inside her chest, in a way that was achingly familiar and entirely unwelcome. 

“What are you– I didn’t think–” Harry stammered quickly. “Ron said he was meeting you back home?”

“He was,” Ginny answered, just as flustered. “I’d planned on it but– I couldn’t– I mean, I…changed my mind.”

Harry dug his fingers into his eyes behind his glasses and swore softly. He looked a bit peaky.  

“Christ, I’m an idiot,” He croaked. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve called.”

“No, it’s fine,” she reassured, not quite sure why she was pardoning his intrusion. “It’s still your house.”

They stared at each other in the silence for several beats too long, both of them seemingly at a loss for what to do next. 

“Er–” Harry finally stammered, a grin taking over his face. “Hi, by the way.”

Ginny laughed. “Yeah... long time, no see.”

They went in for a hug at the same time, but it was too light and too quick to feel natural. As he pulled away, Harry averted his gaze and let his eyes wander around the hall and the front two rooms. 

“Is Luna…” he trailed off, as if those two words were question enough. 

Ginny realised she was still covered in baking powder and half finished dough. She grabbed a tea towel from the hook and wiped her hands just for something to look at besides him. “She and her Dad were visiting family in Hamburg when the stay at home orders hit. She’s been stuck there for over a month. They can’t get a flight home.”

Harry nodded and let out a deep exhale of sympathy. “Fuck, yeah, that’d be awful.” He paused, shooting her a furtive glance. “And you? How–how are you?”

“Yeah, fine,” One half of her mouth tipped into a smile. “You?”

Shaking his head as if in thought, his hands fidgeted slightly in front of him. “Well, London is a disaster. They aren’t letting anyone leave their homes, or letting anyone into town. They’re letting people leave, but it took me ten days just to get approval to hop a train. I figured it couldn’t be so bad up here, you know? That’s why I…”

He trailed off again and Ginny wondered if he’d become incapable of finishing a coherent sentence in the time since she’d seen him last. 

“Makes sense,” she nodded generously. 

Harry remained exactly where he was, awkwardly perched on the welcome mat. 

“You can come in,” Ginny asserted and he flinched a bit like he hadn’t expected to actually be allowed to stay. 

“Right,” he cleared his throat and stepped forward like a man walking the plank. 

Busying herself with the kettle, she tried not to be too aware of his progress through the sitting room. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him wave to the bookshelves on either side of the fireplace. “I like what you’ve done with the place.”

Ginny grinned. The house held tell-tale signs of being solely occupied by her for the last month and a half. Stray jumpers, and rumpled throw pillows, and forgotten cups of tea sat scattered all around. The dishes in the sink were piled several days too high and the bananas on her countertop were just a shade too brown. 

“It’s a disaster,” she corrected, pulling her last two bags of tea out of the cupboard. 

Harry flashed her a smile, but it was gone just as quickly as it came. “I mean the furniture and things. The colours.”

“The colours?” she repeated incredulously. 

“Yeah,” he hummed, finally inching his way fully into the kitchen. He swallowed as his eyes settled on her once more. “It looks nice. Cosy.”

Snorting, she pulled her nearly empty carton of milk out of the refrigerator. “A sight better than when you and Ron lived here, you mean?”

That fleeting smirk again, there and then gone. “Do you know our sofa broke in two when we tried to move it out?”

“That does not surprise me in the slightest.”

Ginny poured and they both chuckled. She passed him one of the mugs and the milk, remembering how he took it. She reckoned it was one of those things she’d never forget. Like the opening to her favourite Spice Girls’ song, or her childhood phone number, or the rhymes to bonfire night. Two plus two equals four and Harry took his tea with milk, no sugar.

He tipped a splash into his cup, seemed to hesitate for a second, and then burst, “I can get a room. There’s got to be a hotel open in Old Town–”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ginny cut across him, spooning a heap of sugar into her own tea. Again, she wasn’t quite sure why she was contradicting him, but she refused to chase the thought down, because then she’d have to acknowledge that somewhere deep down she wanted him to stay. 

“Ginny,” he croaked. “I can’t intrude like this. I’ll figure something out. I’ll go stay at Sirius’ place in the country, or–”

“Harry,” she interrupted him again. “It’s your house.”

He seemed determined to put himself out. “But I can’t just show up out of the blue and–”

“Luna took your old room–” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken.

“I mean, you pay rent!” Now he was just talking to himself. “I had no right–”

“And she’s obviously not using it–” Ginny reasoned, though the ramifications of what she was suggesting crept up on her in a gradual recognition of awareness. 

“I bet the Chisholm Hunter has rooms–”

“Harry!” she cut across him in humoured agitation. “It’s fine. Stay tonight, or the next few days, or a week, until you figure it out. It’s fine.”

He blinked, the furrow between his brows deepening in thought. “You’re sure it’s okay?”

“Yes,” she lied, like a liar. “It’s not a big deal.”

It was kind of a big deal, but she could handle it. 

“You said they aren’t letting people into London, right?” Ginny continued. “What are you going to do? Rent a room until they let you go back home? That could be months!”

He opened his mouth as if to argue, then shut it again and exhaled sharply through his nose. 

“Yeah, alright,” He conceded. “But only until I can get ahold of Sirius. Then, I swear, I’ll get out of your hair.”

The statement stung, just a little. As if getting out of her sight was vastly preferable than remaining in it. 

“Where is he?” Ginny asked instead, lifting her mug to her mouth as if completely unaffected. 

Harry pulled out his mobile and punched in his passcode. “Australia. Apparently their cherry trees don’t bloom until September.”

A scoff bubbled up in the back of her throat. “Lucky Australia.”

He muttered something that sounded like agreement and pressed the phone to his ear. As he meandered back into the sitting room, Ginny turned her cupboards in search of biscuits. Surely, she still had a package left somewhere. 

Harry returned within moments. “Didn’t answer.”

“Well,” she shrugged, “Isn’t it like three in the morning?”

Harry gave her a flat look. “It’s Sirius.”

She laughed. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair.”

Something in his expression sparked at her reaction and it made the breath in her lungs go shallow. 

Just like his smiles, the flare of something was there and then gone in an instant. She tried not to feel the familiarity of it, really she did, but something hollowed out spread through her middle at the reminder of her nearly debilitating infatuation, and then its eventual collapse. 

Ginny cleared her throat, coming back to her senses. “So, you said it took you forever to get a train ticket. Have they decreased the routes?”

“Oh, erm–” Harry took a sip of tea that was clearly too hot for his mouth and he winced. “Yeah, and they’re checking into everyone who books.”

Understanding washed over her. “Right, so they make sure people aren’t…”

Great, now she was incapable of finishing her sentences. 

He looked to her uncomfortably. “I hadn’t actually ever seen my birth certificate, I just always figured I was a Beta. Had to have a Doctor check me over once to make sure I wasn’t — you know — that I hadn’t gone unidentified.” 

“Right, good. Nice.”

Why exactly was it nice? She should really stop talking. 

“Is that why you…” He gestured vaguely south with one hand. “Couldn’t…go home?”

“Oh, er-” Ginny resisted the urge to cringe. “No.”

In reality, she’d had plenty of time to book a train to Devon before they started restricting the passengers who were designated one way or the other, but she hadn’t had the funds.

Harry’s gaze sharpened in curiosity. 

“Do you want to put your stuff upstairs?” she asked brightly. “You must be knackered after travelling all day.”

~~~

Ginny retreated to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her and leaning back against the sink. Shortly after Harry had settled into Luna’s room, his old room, she’d heard his mobile ring. His muffled voice through the mostly closed door had been maddening, and nearly too tempting to eavesdrop on, so she’d escaped. 

She was half-torn. One part of her wished Sirius was offering up his country house to his godson immediately, and the other part hoped there was some flood, or fire, or other natural disaster that made it inhabitable. 

Because the prospect of spending time with someone, but especially him; to not be alone hour after hour and day after day, was almost too exquisite to contemplate. 

Christ, she was hopeless. 

With nothing better to do than simmer in her own thoughts, Ginny turned the taps to the bath and adjusted the temperature until the shower spray was borderline scorching. She spent an excessive amount of time washing her hair and scrubbing her skin. She didn’t bother trying to figure out if she was doing it consciously or subconsciously, but she did know she was avoiding the end of her shower. Because as soon as she left the bath, she’d find out if he was staying or going. 

Both scenarios felt too formidable to contemplate. 

Eventually, though, the water ran cold, and Ginny couldn’t hide any longer. 

After brushing her teeth, applying night cream, and wrapping herself up in her dressing gown, Ginny yanked open the bathroom door to find Harry standing directly in the doorway, with his fist raised as if to knock. 

“Oh, sorry–” He muttered, his gaze flitting down her body and back up again. His face flushed just enough to notice. “That was Sirius,” he continued. “I can stay at his place, so I’ll be out of here as soon as I can book a train.” 

Ginny pulled in a breath and did her best to keep it even. “Right. Good.”

She felt anything but good. 

Squeezing past him and into the hallway, she kept her expression bright and open until she was safe inside her bedroom. 

In her haste, she missed the way his eyes fluttered shut as she passed. 

~~~

That night was unseasonably hot. The forecast had called for it to be a mild week, balmy and temperate, so Ginny wasn’t sure why the air wafting in through her open window felt so stifling. As she tossed and turned, a light sheen of sweat clung to her skin, and she contemplated the merits of another shower. This time a cold one. 

She settled for a glass of water instead. 

Padding down the hall toward the stairs, Ginny skirted past Luna’s room as quickly and quietly as she could. However, in the end, stealth didn’t matter.  

Harry was already in the kitchen, propped up against the sink and looking pale. 

“You okay?” Ginny muttered, taking a tentative step forward. 

Clenching his eyes shut, Harry kept his head down and nodded. “I don’t know what’s happened to my stomach. Food poisoning or something–”

“I may have some Pepti upstairs?”

Harry nodded again. 

She took a step closer, reaching for a glass from the shelf when the scent hit her. It smelled like fresh spring mornings, and the citrus of Earl Grey tea, and the warmth of never being alone. It smelled like home. 

Every instinct she had screamed at her to take in more of it, to surround herself in it. Harry’s eyes met hers through the dim light and she saw him pull in a deep inhale through flared nostrils. 

In an instant, her mind was restless and her body uncomfortably warm. Parts of her she didn’t know could ache, gnawed and cramped in time with her too loud pulse.

She dropped the glass she’d been holding at the same time Harry lept backwards. 

In some corner of her mind, she knew what was happening. All of the doctors listed the same symptoms over and over; heightened senses, irregular body temperature, lower-abdominal cramps, increased libido. However, she was firmly ignoring the signs… especially the last one. It was much easier to dismiss her body’s immediate urges as coincidence. Otherwise, she would also have to admit what triggered it. 

For fuck’s sake, Harry triggered it. 

But that would mean he–

Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck.

[magicfootballstuff]

Distractions (leila ouahabi x reader)

You can’t keep your eyes off Leila.

You’ve always known that Leila is pretty - she caught your eye as soon as she first joined Manchester City in the summer - but right now, under the dimmed restaurant lighting, she’s a Spanish goddess with a perfect smile and gorgeous tanned collar bones you’d love to run your lips over…

Wait, what?

It’s a team night out, a weekend without a match that most of the Man City girls have decided to use as an excuse to get glammed up and bond with each other over a fancy meal and a couple of cocktails.

Leila, who sits opposite you, is wearing a white tailored jacket that only emphasises the olive tone of her skin. The jacket itself is not the problem but the fact that she’s not wearing anything underneath it means that the deep ‘V’ from her shoulders down to the button that fastens it together shows off her long neck and way too much skin.

Hence the collar bone problem. Your little gay brain is finding it quite hard to concentrate on the delicious, but comparatively uninteresting meal on the plate in front of you.

Leila throws her head back as she laughs at something that Laia says, and you’re once again captivated, unaware of anything except the way the muscles in Leila’s neck move as she laughs.

“Are you okay?” Leila asks, when she notices you looking at her.

“Mm hmm,” you hum, with a nod, trying to compose yourself. “I was just thinking that your jacket is really nice.”

It’s a poor escape, but Leila seems to buy it.

“You like it?” she asks, as if she hasn’t yet realised that she looks like the reincarnation of a goddess.

“I…” you stammer, unable to find the words, before you settle for, “You look incredible, Leila.”

She smiles, disarming you and knocking the air out of your lungs with a single look, before she replies, “Thanks. So do you.”

Her foot brushes against yours under the table but instead of moving it away, she leaves it where it is, your ankles touching as she turns back to Laia and starts chatting in animated Spanish once more.

If Leila knows what effect she’s having on you, then she doesn’t show it.

———

You somehow make it through dinner. When you’ve all finished eating and there’s a discussion taking place at the other end of the table about whether to stay here for one more drink or move to another bar nearby, you excuse yourself from the table and head into the bathroom, where you stand in front of the mirror and adjust your hair.

Not even thirty seconds later, the bathroom door opens behind you and Leila steps inside. She says nothing, but stands at the sink next to you and starts to touch up her eye makeup in the mirror. You freeze, one hand caught in your hair, staring at Leila’s reflection. When she realises you’re watching her, she makes eye contact and smirks.

“Don’t give me that look,” you warn her.

“What look?”

“The ‘I want to kiss you’ look.”

Leila turns, leaning against the sink with her arms folded across her chest.

“But I do want to kiss you.”

“Then just fucking kiss me.”

Leila steps into your personal space and does exactly that. She might be a massive tease when she wants to be, but there’s a thrill to knowing that she wants you just as much as you want her.

You don’t really know how to label what you have with Leila. It started as a spark during training, something you tried to ignore so that it wouldn't complicate the team dynamic, but now it’s been three dates, several days off spent hanging out together and quite a few sleepovers at both your apartments. You really like the direction it’s moving in, even if it seems like an impossible task to admit aloud just how much she’s starting to mean to you.

Kissing Leila, however, is easy.

She smiles against your lips, clearly pleased with her attempts at teasing you all evening. You bite her lower lip in response, and she gasps, and suddenly you have the upper hand. You use it to flip your positions, spinning Leila until her back is against the sink, your hands on her hips as your hungry mouth seeks out hers for more desperate kisses.

You pull away, but only far enough to see that Leila’s pupils are blown wide and her lip gloss is smudged. You know you probably look just as wild.

“Do you know what this outfit has been doing to me?” you ask, hands sliding up her front to hold the lapels of her jacket.

“Show me,” Leila challenges you.

“Oh, I intend to,” you promise, as you lean in for another kiss.

The door crashes open and you leap apart, your hand coming up to fix your hair where Leila has mussed it up. It’s Lauren, who stops in her tracks, eyes flitting between you and Leila, who looks equally as just-kissed as you feel.

Sure enough, Lauren must immediately know what she’s interrupted, because she looks at the floor as she hurries into a cubicle and says, “Don’t mind me. I’m not here!”

Leila looks at you, eyes still dark with lust, but the moment has passed so she shrugs and gestures towards the door.

“I’ll just…”

You reach out, touching Leila’s face to wipe away a little smear of lip gloss at the corner of her mouth, then say, “See you back out there I guess.”

Leila returns to the restaurant and you, actually needing the bathroom, as well as a moment to compose yourself before you rejoin the rest of the team, disappear into one of the cubicles. You do your business, then flush the toilet and emerge at the same time as Lauren, who makes eye contact with you in the mirror over the sinks and smirks.

“So, you and Leila, huh?”

You stay silent.

“I did wonder why you hardly touched your food but that explains a lot. Hungry for something else?”

“Piss off, Hempo,” you quip back, and Lauren sniggers.

“How long has this been a thing?”

“A few weeks,” you answer.

“Is it serious?”

“We’re just seeing where it goes.” You add as an afterthought, “It’s important to us, if you’re wondering why we haven’t told anyone yet. But Leila didn’t want it to be team gossip while she’s still finding her feet in Manchester.”

“I understand,” Lauren nods. “I won’t say anything to the rest of the girls.”

“Thanks.”

“For the record, I think you’re really cute together.”

You smile at Lauren’s reflection.

“I know I’m biased, but I think so too,” you tell her. “She makes me very happy.”

Lauren grins and drapes an arm around your shoulder as you walk back to the bathroom door.

“That’s so gay,” Lauren says.

“Shut up,” you mumble back, though not even Lauren’s teasing can pop the bubble of euphoria that you’ve been living in ever since you and Leila first started flirting with each other.

As you return to the rest of the team and sit down again opposite Leila, she says nothing but arches a questioning eyebrow

“All good,” you tell her.

Leila looks away but her foot finds yours beneath the table again, a small comfort and a big tease all in one. Your breath hitches, still worked up from the kiss in the bathroom, and though she’s not looking at you, the way her mouth twitches ever so slightly at the corner confirms what you thought.

Leila knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

[gorbalsvampire]

the world is a vampire (vtm city meta 1/?)

playing the world

So, you ended up as a Storyteller. Maybe you happen to own the rulebooks. Maybe you had the idea. Maybe nobody else in your group will put on their big gender pants and step up. The point is: you've got the 'sponserbilities. Now what?

The charm of being the Storyteller, for me, is getting to build wide rather than deep. Rather than inhabiting one character you get to occupy an entire world, moving it in response to the other players' actions but - and this is one of the big Storyteller Secrets - also in spite of them, and without anything to do with them.

In my experience a real good city and story are dynamic environments. SPCs want things that aren't necessarily anything to do with the PCs; they have Ambitions that they will advance whether the PCs are interfering or not, even whether the PCs are paying attention or not.

That's the secret to playing the world. What the players are interested in is the primary plot - there's no point in dragging them to Your Story - but you still get to do everything. Things can happen that the players only discover later, when their attention turns and they realise there was always something else going on.

choosing your location

There are two wolves inside me.

One abhors the very words "lore" and "canon" and has no interest in living any deeper in the shadows of the "IP holders" than necessary to play. One is obsessed with the World of Darkness and has years of fond memories attached to published material, and is also kinda lazy.

One of the wolves gets to pick my cities, but it's not always the same one. If it's the first wolf, I pick a city that doesn't have a By Night book and might only have one or two lines of attention paid to it. If it's the second, I pick a city that has a good By Night book, or a writeup in one of the gazetteer chapters/books. Glasgow was a first wolf pick; Prague was a second wolf pick.

why did I pick Glasgow?

I wanted to set a story in Scotland, for the Dunsirn connection, and I wasn't going to use Edinburgh because I didn't fancy tangling with The Gentleman's adopted OC. (I can be quite a brat about this, sometimes - it's why I've never run a game in Manchester despite knowing and loving the city.)

Vampire as a game turns on sectarian violence, the conflicts between conspiracies. Vampire as a mode exaggerates real history, setting up the Kindred as influential parasites and predators, moving it but being moved by it. Generally, when I pick a city off its own merits, it's because I've looked at it and gone "oh, that could be vampires."

Glasgow's history is, forgive me, full of lines drawn. Protestant and Catholic, Unionist and Independence, Rangers and Celtic. It's really easy to wire and crosswire vampires into those conflicts, and to set up tensions within a clan or sect's power bloc by having its members on different sides of them. Divided loyalties aplenty.

I also have a literary point of reference. I'm a big Iain Banks fan, have been since I read The Wasp Factory at school, and his novels Espedair Street and The Crow Road are mostly and partly set in Glasgow. That helps - if the city isn't somewhere I've ever been I like having a sense of it informed by fiction, a vibe that I can draw down and inflect with Vampire's core concerns.

why did I pick Prague?

Partly, I had Redemption on the brain. (I've always had Redemption on the brain, it's how I came in, it's my Bloodlines.) Statting Christof Romauld for a Reddit thread got me started on the rest of his coterie, then reading Transylvania By Night and seeing how it didn't align with the PC game kept me going. And... OK, I'm not going to lie, the anachronisms were getting to me.

Sometimes, the desire to reach in and do a different job to the authors - not an objectively better one, but one more aligned to my priorities, subjectively better, for me - is too strong. There's a lot of that at work here. The buildings that shouldn't exist yet, the Discipline choice that doesn't make sense in V5, the desire to see if I can make this work - that's it, really, that's why I pick cities with more published material. The urge toward transformative work expresses itself as it will.

other reasons

In the past I've often seen advice to the extent that you should pick a city you know well, maybe the city that YOU live in. I don't think you have to do this, but there's one way in which it undeniably helps: grounding, through little details, through street names and cultural cues that you just know in your bones and don't have to fake. That can be really helpful if you don't want the cognitive load of pretending you're multiple different people and having to sell the sense of a different culture and do that respectfully.

Also, we need to talk about history. Some places are better for vampires at this point or that in their real history - Glasgow of the twentieth century was definitely an easier place to tell a kind of grotty, gangland vampire story than the twenty-first. Since I wanted to use it for V5, and I was bridging through from Revised, I made that part of the story, part of the theme. The city was cleaning up its act, gentrifying even, and the controlling ancillae were being left behind.

I could very easily do a Nineties Camarilla game, or a Victorian Age thing, showing the city in its glory days (for a given value of glory), but if I wanted to do a Dark Ages game, it would be more of a frontier thing, with the PCs the only Cainites in town: the city is too small and too new for much else to work.