#losers rematch

[spriteofmushrooms]

Can you imagine how annoying it is for Wei Wuxian, strongest cultivator of his time (when using modao and/or guidao), to hear people say that cringe Jiang Cheng killed him?

[kitwasheree]

doodle page

my comfort characters...

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

RIP Ingo has lost D,:

But hey he is a great contender for a revival poll! And WOW that vote count... the fact that the race was SO close and that there were the second most votes of any round two poll (right behind reigen v spamton) proves that we came out to support our boy!! We still did great!

And hey, the original poll happened. We won then >:3

[the-queer-classic-lit-ship-ever]

semifinals: losers

[thebabycup]

WHO DESERVES TO ESCAPE THE UNDERWORLD?

[lunaetis]

@stalwartembers replied to your post :

Okay but Kiana wants to hug her and play GAMES WITH HER

​​─「エデン」─  hug and games sound wonderful ! though, please know that this one is quite competitive so prepare for her to ask for a rematch over and over if she lost !

[truthdogg]

If the Harris campaign can keep this enthusiasm and drive until November (and that’s a big IF), she can exceed 300 electoral votes.

There’s nothing a bully hates more than being teased, and there’s nothing a wannabe strongman thrives on more than looking strong. Trump doesn’t look strong. He looks like a loser right now because he is one; he lost to Biden and wanted a rematch, but losers rarely ever rebound in politics. Their moment has passed. He’s a washed up entertainer who got very lucky in 2016 because his only message aligned with what specific republicans wanted to hear. He can’t shift it, he doesn’t have another one, and he doesn’t know how.

A Harris-Walz landslide is possible, but even a simple win isn’t guaranteed. Keep it up, keep it going, keep it positive, fun, and strong.

[norrisainz33]

Seeing Doubles Pt.2 - GR63

☆ summary: George Russell attends Wimbledon and meets the tennis it girl, Y/N

☆ pairing: george russell x reader

☆ fc: none

☆ warnings: slightly suggestive, you are responsible for the content you consume

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y/bff: now he’s got you playing doubles??

y/n: yes 😔

maxverstappen1: my invite must have gotten lost in the post… you still owe me that game of padel

y/n: let’s play when i get to monaco!!

maxverstappen1: i’ll make the reservation! you better be ready for some fierce competition

y/n: i have heard you are quite the pro

landonorris: simp 🫵

y/n: yes 🤭 have you seen him?

landonorris: unfortunately i have 🤢

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serenawilliams: you’re going to love monaco 💙

y/n: yayyyy!! miss you lots 🤍

serenawilliams: let’s get coffee when you’re back!

y/bff: come home the kids miss you

y/n: are you the kids

y/bff: yes mommy

lilymhe: see you soon gorgeous girl

y/n: looking forward to our date 🫶🏻

alexandrasaintmleux: leo is so excited to meet you

y/n: and i am so excited to meet leo 🥹🫶🏻

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y/nuser: love you both 🫶🏻

charlesleclerc: gotta teach leo tennis early 🎾

user18: omg alex and y/n together 😭

user27: two pretty best friends fr

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alex_albon: we are monte carlo’s finest losers

maxverstappen1: you got that right

georgerussell63: can’t relate 💅🏻

alex_albon: georgerussell63 a rematch without y/n will have you relating real quick mate

y/nuser: besties you all did great

user11: BESTIES?! pls tell me she’s not friendzoning george

y/nuser: thanks for the invite max! hopefully alex will take some of my pointers!

maxverstappen1: you’re welcome any time y/n

alex_albon: why am i catching strays now

landonorris: i can’t believe i missed a y/n masterclass

y/nuser: landonorris next time!!

user12: hanging out with y/n? likely place for george to be

user21: and hanging out with the other drivers? never beating the georgey/n allegations

user12: georgey/n agenda stronger than ever

user16: MAX IS THE GOAT

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user12: Y/N!!!!!! I’d recognize her anywhere

user18: this post just called me poor in 8 different languages

y/nuser: thank you for such a magical weekend georgie 🤍

georgerussell63: anything for you beautiful 💙

y/nuser: anything you say? come back to bed then

georgerussell63: running back from my meeting with toto right now 🏃‍♂️

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georgerussell63: summer break you were so good to me 😉 now let’s get back to winning races 💪🏻

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user12: just dropped to my knees

user17: SUMMER LOOKS GOOD ON YOU 😫

user13: this has got to be y/n ain’t no way

landonorris: mate we get it - you’ve got a hot girlfriend please stop rubbing it in my face *comment deleted by user

maxverstappen1: mate

danielricciardo: mate

y/nuser: lando please

user12: GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!! I SAW THAT LANDO

user19: ITS OFFICIAL!

user22: EVERYONE WAKE UP NEW BRITISH ROYALTY DROPPED

user23: i don’t know if i want to be y/n or george more

user19: LOVE YOU REGINA GEORGE

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y/nuser: cats outta the bag (thanks lando)! i love you my gr63 🤍

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user12: BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

mercedesamgf1: welcome to the family, y/n!

georgerussell63: i love you my star 💙

landonorris: IM SORRY MOM

georgerussell63: mom?

landonorris: dad!

y/nuser: it’s ok son

georgerussell63: oh

maxverstappen1: it’s about time!

user12: max is so me

user25: max is one of us fr

maxverstappen1: padel next week?

alex_albon: not this again

y/nuser: see you at the courts max

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☆ let me know what driver i should write an smau for next!!

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[nyctarian]

people who are mad the best of seven is gonna """take opportunities from other trios teams""" are funny bc you try and figure out what trio they think """should""" be getting that attention and its like, they hate the dark order hate the best friends dont know that andrade is suspended and already forgot he and rush turned on dragon lee and will bitch if rush teams with butcher and blade and would also bitch about rush and the lucha bros doing mask spots as if thats tonys booking and not something those men frequently do outside of aew hate ospreay style wrestling and dont care that ue isnt an aew team and are doing stuff in the company they actually work for hate trustbusters hate the embassy are sick of bcc+dont care that mox is on vacation and bryan is involved in another story dont care that HoB is being built for a huge return didnt care about the actual match top flight and ar fox had against dt were mad when they thought elite were gonna win and only pretended to care that dt's reign would be treated as illegitimate when nothing will give their reign more importance or legitimacy than the best of 7. just admit that no matter how that match and subsequent booking of dt v elite went you were gonna find a way to complain (bc the issue isnt a team that didnt lose their title getting a rematch but the mere fact that the elite returning in such a huge and celebrated way meant they werent evil the way you wanted them to be) and get over it lol.

[riizeberries]

Grape Juice - L.CY

!brothers best friend anton x !fem reader

Content Warnings: Smut (18+ MDNI), dry humping, oral (f. receiving), fingering, degradation, choking

WC: 2.3k

It was no secret.

Your brother's best friend was hot.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, you slowly pushed the grape through your lips, your eyes never leaving the boy.

"You cheated, Anton!", you heard your brother yell, pushing said boy aggressively.

"Admit it, you're just shit at this game. Quit being a sore loser, Sungchan.", Anton snorted, as you heard Sungchan demand for a rematch.

Did you feel like a creep, watching him play Mario Kart with your brother in the living room?

No.

Not really.

What did you really have to be ashamed of? It's not like he knew you were doing so. Besides, could anyone really blame you? You couldn't take your eyes off his arms, not when his veins deliciously showed up everytime he gripped the controller tight. You just couldn't help but wonder how his veiny hands would feel against your throat.

You've never really spoken to Anton, despite him being at your home literally 24/7 due to his friendship with your brother. He was also somehow in majority of your classes, given the fact you were the same age, yet you sat on completely different sides of the class and shared completely different friendship circles. There was nothing for the two of you to speak about, nor did you have anything in common, an unsettling awkwardness lingering between you every time you were left alone. You just found no reason to talk to him.

That, however, didn't stop your hand from burying itself between your thighs every other night, wishing your fingers were his.

You didn't know what it was about him that had you pressing your thighs together, even with the mere mention of his name. Maybe it was his soft, yet deep voice, wondering how he'd sound whimpering and moaning into your ears, or maybe it was his athletic build that you often caught yourself sneaking glances at whenever he played basketball with your brother, wondering what it'd be like to leave your marks all over him. Or was it simply the thrill of wanting someone off-limits that had you so excited? Finally finding something you couldn't have, after years of everything being just handed to you, receiving princess treatment from your whole family your whole life. You just didn't know.

"Earth to Y/N.", Sungchan waved his hand in front of your face, trying to catch your attention, before walking past you to grab a bag of chips from the pantry.

"Huh?", you muttered, shaking your thoughts away.

"I said what do you want for dinner? Mom said she's working overtime, so we should just order food.", Sungchan explained, as Anton awkwardly leaned against the pantry door, waiting for your brother to be done.

"Oh, just order for yourselves.", You brushed off, causing him to snap his head towards you.

"Why? Aren't you eating? Are you dieting again? I told you, you don't need to diet. You're perfect just the way you are. Wait, are you sick? Are you not feeling well?", Sungchan rushed, making his way towards you, placing his hand on our forehead to check your temperature. Your eyes flickered towards Anton, his eyes looking everywhere but you, as you let out a groan of embarrassment, hating how overprotective your brother was of you.

"Chill. I'm fine.", you swatted his hands away, "I have a date.", you shrugged, ignoring how steam came out of Sungchan's ears at the mention of a date.

You also tried to ignore how Anton's eyes snap towards you, noticing it from the corner of your eyes, trying to convincing yourself not to get your hopes high, as it was just another one of your delusions.

"Are you serious? A date this late? You wish.", Sungchan scoffed, glaring at you, "You're not going."

"But it's-"

"I said, you're not going.", Sungchan sternly pointed, as you stomped your foot onto his, making him yelp in pain.

"But mom-"

"Mom would've said no, too! It's literally 7:30pm, and your curfew is 8, so when do you think this date's happening? Because it's certainly not happening after that.", He continued, cutting you off, as you let out a loud groan, hating how stubborn he was.

"You're literally so annoying, maybe if you let me spe-", you huffed, before you were cut off by his phone ringing. He gave you a pointed look, letting you know the conversation was over, as he left to his room to take his call.

You let out a shriek of frustration, shoving multiple grapes in your mouth, grumbling about how annoying your brother was.

"A date?", you heard someone ask, as you choke on the grapes, forgetting the extra presence. Your face grew warm, embarrassed by the fact he had just witnessed your small disagreement with your brother.

"Yeah. What about it?", you mumbled, leaning onto the counter to grab some more grapes, looking towards him.

Your eyes widened slightly, noticing a different look on his face, completely different to the warm, bright smile he always had on. His jaw was clenched, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you with a look you unrecognised.

He looked extra hot.

You watched as his eyes slowly travelled from your face, downwards, lingering on your chest. Scrunching your eyebrows, you look down to see what he was looking at, before your eyes widened even more. Your boobs were practically hanging out of your pink cami top, looking extra plump from being pressed onto the counter. Clearing your throat, you looked away, noticing him push himself off the wall from where he initially was, walking towards you. You could feel your heart jump from your chest, the closer he got. Not knowing what to do, you just allowed your inner self to panic, but plastering a stoic expression on your face, eating your grapes.

You let out a soft gasp, feeling his body heat radiating from behind you, feeling his presence so near. You've never been this close to him, your mind going haywire as you try to figure out what was going on.

"With who?", Anton leaned down, muttering near your ear as you bit your lip, trying not to react to both his proximity, and the way his voice had dropped an octave.

"I said with who, princess?", he pushed his body closer against yours, making you whimper, feeling the tent in his shorts press against your backside, as he caged you against the counter. You hated that nickname, something that was given to you by Sungchan's friends for being a 'princess'; in better words, a spoilt brat. Yet, something about the way Anton said it had your pussy throbbing.

"What's it to you?", you rolled your eyes, feigning composure, hearing him scoff behind you.

"Are you really that fuckin dense?", Anton seethed, clenching his jaw even more when he felt you press your ass back into him, wanting to feel more, "Or was I just stupid to think your brainless head could actually work for once.", he muttered, rutting his clothed length against you, as you bit your lip harder, trying not to make any noise.

"Get on the counter, or do you need me to do that for you too? Since you're that fuckin stupid.", he snapped, pushing you up, his large palm on your stomach, pushing your back down onto the counter. You were too needy to even think straight, letting out desperate whines, every degrading word he spoke going straight to your pussy. This was exactly what you dreamed of every night, your desires finally coming true as you feel him push open your legs.

Not even sparing a second to even remove your clothes, his hands pushed into your shorts, two fingers circling over your clit as you let out a silent sigh of relief.

"Such a slut. You're already soaked and I barely even touched you.", he scoffed, tracing small circles over your clit faster, the whimpers from your lips escaping more frequently. The way your body twitched, he knew you were already close, rolling his eyes from how quickly you were able to reach your high. Just as the knot in your stomach was about to release, Anton removed his fingers from your shorts, making you whine from being denied your pleasure, grinding your hips against nothing, seeking some sort of friction to ease your needs.

"Please.", you whine out, frustrated from the lack of attention on your throbbing pussy, hating the way he pulled back to look at your desperate state, condescendingly.

"Look at you begging for me when you were supposed to be going out with another dude. What? Did you plan of fucking him tonight?", he snarled, pulling down your shorts to get a better view of your pussy, groaning at the sight of you clenching around nothing.

"No, only you.", you blabbered, not thinking straight. You hadn't even thought of the implications of your words, nor did you notice the way his eyes lit up when you said so, focused solely on your pleasure.

Anton wasted no time, as he dove straight into your pussy, his mouth latching onto your core. You threw your head back onto the counter immediately, your fingers burying themselves into his hair at the sensation, tugging it roughly. He moaned onto your cunt, sending vibrations up your body as you let out a loud moan.

"Shut up.", he snapped, releasing you from his mouth, as he reached up to put pressure on your throat, choking you. You eyes rolled back from the feeling of his hands restricting your airways, your mouth hanging loose, his cock throbbing at the sight.

He went straight back in, his tongue eagerly flicking your bud, lapping at your folds, while his hands roughly squeezed your thighs, pushing his face deeper into you. He couldn't stop, even if he wanted to, infatuated with how you taste, humming in satisfaction.

"How do you think your brother would react if he found out his sweet little pretty princess likes her pussy eaten by his best friend?", he laughed, condescendingly, smirking as he pulled back to look at your swollen clit, placing harsh slaps against your pussy, before diving right back in with his tongue. Your hands quickly rushed to your mouth, trying to suppress the sounds escaping your mouth, not wanting to be caught by your brother, as Anton increased the pace of his laps, sucking harshly on your clit.

"F-Fuck, i'm close.", you cried out, as you felt his nose brush against your clit every time he lapped at your folds, the pressure in your stomach building. He smirked, picking up his pace as his head ruthlessly moved back and forth, licking and sucking your core, his tongue teasing your entrance while his free hand moved to your bud, flicking it to stimulate you more. Before you knew it, the knot in your stomach snapped, as you let out a high pitched whine of his name, releasing into his mouth.

He continued his work on your pussy, even after you had come down, as you tried to close your legs on him, only for him to push them back open.

"Just fuckin take it.", he mumbled, slipping two fingers in, as his tongue continued swirling around your bud, immediately pumping them faster, curling them perfectly to hit your g-spot every thrust.

"I-I can't.", you cried from overstimulation, trying to push him away, as his hand pressed against your stomach, forcing you down.

"Yes you can.", Anton insisted, his entire attention on your cunt as he worked his fingers through your hole, groaning at the feeling of your spongy walls. His fingers thrust in and out of you, finding your sweet spot as he repeatedly abused the spot, loud mewls escaping your lips as he continued sucking on your clit while working his fingers. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of his thrusts, his fingers diving deep into you as you felt another wave of orgasm approach you. Chanting his name repeatedly, your grip on his hair tightened as you reach your high. Your mind went blank as your eyes rolled back, the pressure in your stomach suddenly released as you let out a loud cry.

Exhausted, you open your eyes, looking down at him, your eyes widening at the sight of him, realising he had just made you squirt.

"That was so fuckin hot.", Anton whispered in a daze, leaning forward to slurp some of your juices, only for you to kick him away from overstimulation, "Didn't know you had it in you to squirt like that, princess.", he smirked, pinching your pussy before helping you up.

"You're cancelling that date. Fuck that, you're blocking him.", Anton glared, handing you your shorts as you put them on.

"I don't think so.", you shrugged, ignoring his sigh of frustration, walking away from the mess you had just made, bumping into Sungchan as he returned to the kitchen to join you two.

"Why didn't you just say it was a girl's date? I didn't know you were having a sleepover at Yujin's.", Sungchan huffed, tired from hearing their mom lecture him over the phone.

"I did try to. Not my fault you kept cutting me off.", you rolled your eyes, stomping up the stairs to your bedroom, as you slammed the door behind you.

"Damn, what's gotten into her pants?", Sungchan muttered, rolling his eyes, as he turned to look at his bestfriend, "Why are you smiling like tha- What the fuck happened here?", he jumped, looking at the mess on the floor.

Anton tried wiping the shit-eating grin off his face, horribly failing to do so.

A girl's date...

"Just spilt some grape juice.", Anton shrugged.

"You like grape juice?", Sungchan asked, confused.

"Love it.", he smirked, grabbing a cloth to wipe the mess.

"Let me help you.", Sungchan offered, making the younger snort.

"Trust me, you don't want to.", he laughed to himself, leaving the older confused.

"Okay...", Sungchan muttered, walking away from his giggling friend.

I guess grape juice was his favourite after all.

first smut i've written in 4 years, yeah the quality's lacking, ended up rushing the end too, but i hope you enjoyed !! feedback is appreciated!! :3

[starry-eyed-psychopomp]

So Cecil won the Sexyman Rematch and honestly, isn’t that just the essence of modern tumblr?

Like when the original match was on Twitter, Sans won. And like, sure that makes sense and he wasn’t a BAD pick and I don’t think people still voting for him are wrong, but it’s also just the obvious “lol isn’t tumblr so weird?” pick that you’d EXPECT a bunch of ex-tumblr users on Twitter to choose. Like, haha we picked the weird skeleton guy as our sex symbol, wasn’t tumblr a wacky time?

Because the users who fled to Twitter did so because they realized tumblr was a cringey hellsite and wanted nothing to do with it. They were embarrassed by their tumblr phase, and they still are.

But the tumblr users still here are the ones who decided that, yeah, we’re cringe as hell, who gives a shit? And because of that, the current vibe on tumblr is just, overall, an unabashedly honest revelry in our weirder interests. Like, yeah, we’re still a mess and a hellsite and there’s toxic shit, but it’s the internet, what do you expect? The tumblr community is able to look fondly on the cringe of the past and move on to the sincerity of the future, and that’s part of why we picked Cecil.

Because yeah, it’s still weird and So Tumblr that a guy with no physical appearance won the sexy tournament, but if you look at the people celebrating Cecil’s win, that aren’t focusing on that aspect so much. They’re celebrating everyone’s favorite canonically gay uncle who dresses like a loser and loves his husband. Cecil is cringe, but we love him.

This isn’t ex-tumblr picking the wackiest choice, it’s current tumblr looking back on that cringey era and finding the joy in it, and I think that THAT is just so tumblr

[seoulzie]

through thick & thin

WHEREIN: beomgyu & reader discover their unspoken love ultimately realizing they have always been each other's true love.

彡 pairing: beomgyu x reader 彡 genre: fluff, lil angst 彡 warnings: jealous gyu & p1h's jiung makes a cameo ㅋㅋ

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you and beomgyu were practically born into each other's lives. your parents were best friends, and as a result, the two of you were more like siblings than mere friends. from your first steps to your first words, beomgyu was always there, his presence as natural as breathing.

beomgyu’s house was practically a second home to you, and vice versa. childhood was a whirlwind of shared toys, impromptu sleepovers, and adventures in your backyards.

in elementary school, your bond became a spectacle for teachers and students alike. beomgyu would leave his pencils at your table after breaks, and you would often forget your toys at his. you were inseparable. teachers would find you leaning on each other during nap times, sharing snacks at recess, and laughing the loudest in class.

high school brought subtle changes. the awkwardness of puberty and the chaos of teenage years couldn’t shake your bond. you still spent countless hours on the phone, your conversations flowing seamlessly into the night until one of them fell asleep mid-sentence. on weekends, you visited your childhood playgrounds even if that means you’re the oldest ones there, reliving memories and swinging on the old swings that now seemed smaller. 

one rainy afternoon, you found yourselves in beomgyu’s attic, rummaging through boxes of childhood memorabilia. you unearthed a dusty board game you used to play.

“remember how competitive we used to get?” you laughed, brushing off the dust.

beomgyu grinned. “used to? i’m still the reigning champion.”

you rolled her eyes playfully. “oh, please. the only reason you ever won was because you cheated.”

“cheated?!” beomgyu scoffed, feigning offense. “i won fair and square. you were just a sore loser.”

you smirked, leaning closer. “how about a rematch then? i bet you can’t handle my skills now.”

beomgyu chuckled, his spirit igniting. “you’re on. prepare to lose.”

you set up the game on the attic floor, the rain tapping a gentle rhythm on the roof. the game started with playful banter and exaggerated expressions of concentration.

“are you sure you want to move there?” beomgyu asked, his eyes narrowing.

“absolutely,” you replied confidently. “it’s called strategy, something you might want to learn.”

beomgyu laughed, shaking his head. “we’ll see about that.”

the game ended in a tie as you collapsed onto the floor, laughing until your stomachs hurt

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as you were walking down the bustling hallway of your high school, you casually mentioned something that made beomgyu's heart stop.

“can you believe jiung asked me out? i didn’t see that one coming,” you said, your voice light and amused.

beomgyu stopped in his tracks, a frown tugging at his lips. “jiung’s a prat. you can do better than him; i’m really questioning your taste here.”

you rolled your eyes and nudged him playfully. “oh, come on. he’s not that bad. i said yes already.”

“you can—what?” beomgyu's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling. “you actually said yes to going out with him?”

you shrugged, a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes. “yeah, i did. how come you’re so surprised?”

beomgyu struggled to find the right words, his emotions bubbling just beneath the surface. “i just... i don’t get it. you could do so much better than him.”

you chuckled, teasingly. “what? someone better like you?”

beomgyu felt his heart skip a beat at your words, a rush of hope flooding through him. but he quickly played it aside with a nervous laugh. “oh, come on, you. you know what i mean.”

you raised an eyebrow, your teasing demeanor softening. “do i?”

beomgyu’s heart ached at your words, but he forced himself to smile, the expression not reaching his eyes. “whatever, it’s nothing. i’ve got to get to my next class.”

before you could respond, beomgyu turned on his heel and walked away, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and pain. 

the tension between beomgyu and you in the following days was palpable, each interaction tinged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. you tried to give beomgyu space, but every passing moment felt like an eternity.

you saw him in the hallways, your eyes meeting briefly before he looked away. he responded politely when you greeted him, but there was a distance in his voice that echoed, it hurt to see him like this, to know that something had shifted between you and you didn't know why.

in those days, you gradually got closer to jiung, finding comfort in his company as you bonded, his easy-going nature and infectious laughter were a welcome distraction from the growing tension with beomgyu. 

however, despite enjoying your time, everything he did almost reminded you of beomgyu. his laugh, his smile, even the way he listened with genuine interest all brought beomgyu to mind. though you were with jiung physically, your mind constantly drifted back to beomgyu, the ache in your heart growing with each passing day.

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it was a cool evening, the playground bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights. you walked slowly, lost in thought after your date with jiung. passing by the playground was a shortcut to your house, a place that held countless memories with beomgyu.

as you approached, you noticed a figure sitting on one of the swings, head bowed, lost in contemplation. it was beomgyu, his silhouette familiar yet different in the dim light. you hesitated for a moment, debating whether to approach him or continue on your way.

beomgyu sensed your presence and looked up, surprise flickering across his face before he quickly masked it with a forced smile. “hey,” he greeted softly, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

you stopped in front of him, your expression cautious. “hey. what are you doing here?”

beomgyu shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “just thinking.”

you stood in silence for a moment, the rustling leaves and distant sounds of the city filling the space between you. you took a deep breath, about to address the tension that had been building,

"we need to talk," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.

beomgyu sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know."

you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever was about to come. "beomgyu, why have you been avoiding me?"

beomgyu shifted on the swing, his gaze fixed on the ground as he struggled to find the right words. "it's... it's nothing about you," he began, his voice slightly strained. "i'm fine, really."

you frowned, not buying his attempt to brush it off. "beomgyu, you've barely talked to me in days. we used to talk about everything. what do you mean it's nothing?"

beomgyu sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "i guess... i guess i just needed some time to sort things out in my head," he admitted reluctantly. 

you waited, sensing there was more he wasn't saying. the silence stretched between them until beomgyu finally spoke again, his voice hesitant. "seeing you with him... it's been difficult for me."

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "difficult how?" you asked, your tone cautious.

beomgyu looked up, meeting your gaze with a mix of regret and longing. "i... i don't like seeing you with someone else," he confessed quietly. "especially when it's someone like jiung."

you's eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed slightly in frustration. "what do you mean, 'someone like jiung?" you asked, your voice tinged with irritation.

beomgyu's expression darkened, and he couldn't hold back anymore. "i hate how he has everything i have, yet you choose him," he spat out, his voice seething with jealousy.

you shook your head, frustration bubbling up inside you. “why does it even matter to you? you’re not dating me!”

“you think i don’t know that?” beomgyu shot back, his voice rising slightly. 

“so then, whats your problem!?” 

beomgyu gathered his thoughts, “my problem is that i’m in love with you!” he blurted out, his voice cracking with emotion. 

“but I’m a coward, and you’re oblivious,” beomgyu continued, “watching you go out with jiung made me realize that i’d be spending the rest of my life watching you date, marry, and have a family with someone else. it tore me apart inside, knowing that i was losing you without ever really having the chance to tell you how i feel.”

beomgyu’s voice wavered, the pain and desperation clear in his words. “i can’t keep pretending that i’m okay with just being your friend when i want so much more. i want to be the one who makes you laugh, who holds you when you cry, who shares every moment of your life. but i’m terrified that if i tell you the truth, i’ll lose you completely.”

for a moment, you stood there, absorbing his words, your heart pounding in your chest. the air was thick with unspoken emotions, and you could feel the weight of his confession pressing down on you. without saying a word, you stepped closer to him, your eyes locked onto his. slowly, you reached up and cupped his face in your hands, your touch gentle and reassuring.

then, before either of you could second-guess the moment, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. the kiss was soft and tentative at first, a question more than a statement, but it quickly deepened as beomgyu responded, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that perfect, timeless moment.

when you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, both of you breathing heavily. beomgyu’s eyes were wide with surprise and a glimmer of hope.

"beomgyu..." you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "i think I’ve always known too," you admitted softly. "i just didn’t know how to say it."

you smiled through your tears. "it’s always been you, beomgyu."

the realization hit beomgyu, and his face lit up with pure joy. he pulled you into another kiss, this one filled with passion and relief. as the kiss broke, he couldn't contain his excitement and spun you around, just like in the movies. you both laughed, the tension and heartache melting away, replaced by the warmth of newfound love.

in that moment, everything felt right.the playground, once a place of childhood memories, had now become the backdrop for the beginning of your love story.

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Gaming Pal Prompt

A/N: Random Idea that was stuck in my head after reading about a Pen Pal Prompt

It all started with a simple accidentally created open lobby. Sam, Tucker and Danny were just playing Doom in a four person Lobby that was supposed to be passcode locked and private so that it was only the three of them playing. But one of them must have forgotten to lock it as suddenly a random player joined them as well as the in-game voice chat they were using.

"Sup. Mind if I join the game? My last lobby kicked me."

"Why? Too good or too bad?"

Tucker shot back, not minding the new player. The three would just have to watch what they talk about during game time.

"Don't know. I think they thought I cheated."

"Pff, sore losers. Maybe you can help these losers kick ass."

"Oh shut it Sam, we will wipe the floor with you now!"

"A challenge huh? That sounds interesting. I am Tim by the way."

"Sam."

"Tucker."

"Danny."

The friend request was sent after the game in which Tim did help Tucker and Danny beat Sam. Only for Sam to demand a rematch to regain her victory streak. From then on the random player regularity started joining in on their games whenever he happened to be online at the same time.

Of course the trio filtered their talks over voice chat. Making sure they wouldn't let anything atrocious slip. Though they did have some fun telling a non Amity Parker about the shit that goes down in their town and Tim always appeared interested to hear more about the things going on. Always curious and full of follow up questions, that strangely focus on who the attackers were ( always ghosts really they don't have any other rogues aside from maybe the fruitloop) and other times very much focused on their local ghost hero Phantom. He was also strangely interested in the whole GIW situation and sounded rather confused when they mentioned the Anti-Ecto Acts.

Aside from that Tim practically became a part of their little group. Their online Gamer Pal who knew nearly as much about their rogues and local Hero (thanks to all the questions he asked) like they did. A full fledged Team Phantom member who just didn't know the main secret of Danny actually doing the Ghost fighting as Phantom and being the one getting hunted by his own Parents and the GIW.

So of course the day came where Sam, Tucker and Danny forget to filter their words. It was during one particularly exhausting day when Danny had only had like 4 hours of sleep because he had studied all night for an English Test and then Skulker appeared to hunt Phantom and Danny's parents showed up too, making souping the Hunter Ghost especially difficult.

"Ancients, Skulker just had to decide on hunting you today, didn't he Danny?"

"Don't remind me. He is still souped in the thermos, but dodging Mom was harder with so little sleep."

"Should you like take a nap then man?"

"Nah I am fine for gaming night."

"Hey Danny, you did escape the blasters unscratched right? Your mom is the better shot after all."

"Nearly. Mom landed a couple of hits but it's almost healed already, just some small burn marks left."

"I am sorry, WHAT?! Did you guys just say that Skulker, the one that's hunting Phantom for sports, was hunting Danny. Danny was the one to Soup him not Phantom and Danny's Mom shot and hurt her own son with one of these ecto-blasters?!"

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Last night | Part 2 | Katie McCabe | 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Katie McCabe x Arsenal!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut

A/n: The much requested part two to Last Night. I hope you like it :)

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | words: 2.5k

Part 1 | Part 2

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By the time you got home, and had your conversation with Katie, it was already lunch time. So, Katie drove you to one of your favourite restaurants in the city for a lunch date. You had eaten here with Katie on numerous occasions, still this time it felt different. Every time your eyes met Katie's, a warm feeling rose to your chest, and your cheeks turned pink. It was your first date with Katie, and it was already better than you could’ve ever imagined.

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Before you head home, you decide to walk around in a nearby park. Your intertwined hands swing between the two of you, both being so happy to have shared your feelings with each other, and getting to be together in the way you’ve been wanting to for so long.

At your apartment, you plop down on the couch together, and start playing some fifa, like you often did on your days off together. You crushed Katie in the first game, “You just got lucky, I want a rematch.” She said when the final whistle blew. You shrugged your shoulders, “If you say so, miss sore loser.” 

You look over to Katie with a smirk when you win another game, in Katie’s defence it was a close game this time. “Best out of five?” She asked without acknowledging your win. You peck her lips, “Sure, babe.” It was the first time you’d called her that, and you felt a blush creep up to your cheeks, the moment the nickname left your mouth. 

Katie used your flustered state to her advantage, scoring the opening goal in the next game. She ended up winning your third game by two goals, making it so that she has a chance to win the best out of five competition after all. 

After her last game's instant advantage through your flusteredness, she realised she could use this to her advantage more. A few minutes into the fourth game, she leans in and kisses you on the lips. You smile into the kiss, and are distracted from the game instantly. Before you could kiss Katie back, her head was already turned to the tv, as she raced her players towards your goal, leaving you to chase after her players. She scored the equaliser, and jumped up in excitement. You roll your eyes, “That’s so not fair.” She sits back down next to you and places a kiss on your cheek, “Who’s the sore loser now?” While Katie was busy rubbing in the goal she just scored, you managed to get through her defence and score a goal of your own. “Still you.” You say with a smirk, as the final whistle blows, and you are the official winner of the best out of five competition. 

Katie is pouting in defeat, it was one of the most adorable things you had ever seen. “Good game.” You say offering your hand like how you do on the pitch with your opponents. Katie rolls her eyes but takes your hand regardless. Instead of shaking it, she uses it to pull you closer. You move with her, and sit down on her lap, facing her, a pout still present on her face. “I have an idea of how to get that pout off of your face.” Before Katie could ask what you had in mind, you connected your lips with hers. 

The kiss started slow and soft, your lips moving in sync with one another. It turned more passionate once Katie’s hands slid up your thighs to your hips, as she pulled you closer. With one hand on her chest and the other in the nape of her neck, you deepen the kiss. Katie’s hands just started exploring underneath your shirt when the doorbell rang, rudely interrupting the both of you. With a deep sigh you get off of Katie’s lap to open up your front door. 

You had totally forgotten about the food that you had ordered for dinner. Normally you wouldn't eat out twice in a day, but since your plans for today changed, you didn’t have enough food at home to cook a meal yourself. You hold up the bag of food, and it’s only then that Katie realises too. You walked over to kiss Katie once more before pulling her up and to the kitchen table. 

Once you had done all the dishes together, Katie got a mischievous look on her face. “What?” You ask her with a laugh. “I believe we have some unfinished business to take care of.” While tapping your finger to your chin, to make it seem you’re deep in thought, you say, “Hm, I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” Katie’s mischievous look turns into a pout, you look at her with a smirk, “Oh now I remember, miss sore loser.” She rolls her eyes, and pulls you closer. “Just come here.”

Her lips on yours felt like heaven. She walked you towards your bedroom, while she kept kissing you. The path you take was slowly drawn out by the discarded items of clothing. Your room filled with sounds of pleasure as Katie was sucking on your pulse point, and letting her hands explore your body. She started moving her kisses down your neck, your chest, your boobs, your stomach, all the way down to your thighs. With lust filled eyes she looks up to you for permission to continue, “Please Katie.” Is all she needed to hear to spread your legs, and connect her lips with your centre. The pleasure made you instantly buck your hips up, Katie reached a hand to your hip to press them back down. “Patience, darling.” 

It wasn’t long after that you felt your orgasm nearing. Katie’s tongue circled your clit, while her fingers were moving inside you at a steady pace. “I’m so clo-” You didn’t even get to finish your sentence, as Katie curled her fingers hitting all the right places, and bringing you over the edge. She slowed her pace to help you ride out your orgasm. “You did so good, baby.” 

Your hips bucked up when Katie started to remove her fingers. Katie looked up at you with a sly smile. Your cheeks had turned a dark shade of red, being slightly embarrassed with how needy you were for her. “You’re so beautiful.” She noted before kissing your cheek. She started moving her fingers slowly again. Her lips met yours in a passionate kiss. Katie loved the feeling of you moaning into the kiss. 

Since you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, Katie managed to get you close again in a matter of a few minutes. “It’s okay, baby, let go.” She whispered in your ear, before her lips connected to your neck once again. You came hard, while moaning Katie’s name, a stark difference to how quiet you had been the last time. Once she helped you ride out your high, she laid down next to you, pulling your body into hers. 

You were exhausted from the short night, the long travel, and the amazing orgasms that Katie had just given you but you wanted Katie to have her turn too. Katie had noticed how tired you were and immediately took your hand in her own. “It’s okay, I wanted to take care of you tonight.” 

Katie moved out from under you, and started to get up. You didn’t want her to leave, so you quickly asked, “Do you want to stay the night?” Katie smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Of course, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than by your side. I was just going to get you some water, and get you cleaned up.” 

She came back in a pair of your shorts and your hoodie. After cleaning you up, and making sure you were hydrated, she helped you into a pair of shorts, and a shirt. When she laid down next to you, you were looking at her, eyes filled with admiration. “What is it, baby?” She asked while playing with your hair. “I love you, Katie.” Her smile grew and she pulled you in for a short kiss. “I love you too, y/n.” 

The next morning you wake up with Katie’s arm around you. It instantly brought a smile to your face, and you cuddled into her. Sadly you couldn’t stay in bed for long as you had a match in a different league later. Luckily it was a home game, so you wouldn’t have to travel much. You prepared the both of you a quick breakfast, before you headed to the stadium. Katie’s hand was on your thigh most of the drive. You were already loving the new interactions between the two of you, and couldn’t wait to create more of your own habits together. 

You met the rest of your teammates in the locker room, where your kits were all ready for the match ahead. You were chasing into your warm-up kit when Lia grabbed your shoulders, and started examining your neck and chest. “What are you doing?” Your brow furrows with the question. “Y/n, who gave you all these hickeys?” Katie sends you a proud smirk that goes unnoticed by the rest of your teammates, who all had their eyes on you now. You pushed Lia off, and quickly pulled your Jersey over your head. “My girlfriend, who clearly didn't care to warn me about them.” You knew the moment you said that there would be more questions, and sure enough, your teammates did not disappoint. “You never told us you had a girlfriend.” You shrug your shoulders, “It's still new.” It was true Katie had only asked you this morning. “Do we know her?” Caitlin continued. You and Katie hadn't talked about telling the team about the two of you, and you didn't want to assume she wanted to, so you decided to keep it vague for now. “You've probably heard of her, yes.” 

You could feel the eyes roll around you, at your vagueness. “Wait, do you know who it is?” Leah's question was directed to Katie. “I do.” All eyes turned back to you. “Why can Katie know and not us?” Luckily Kim was there to put an end to your teammates comments, at least for the time being. “Leave her alone, she'll tell us when she's ready. Plus, we've got a match to win. Let's go ladies, warm-up is waiting for us.” 

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“Sorry, I wasn’t sure how you felt about telling the team.” You tell Katie, as you’re warming-up together. “You’re all good. I don’t mind them knowing but seeing how all of them were back there I think it would be fun to keep them guessing for a bit, what do you think?” The sparkle in Katie’s eyes was enough for you to agree with her. 

Arsenal was in the lead with a 1-0 score. The match was going great until you went down by a hard tackle. One that had you instantly reach for your ankle, trying hard to hold back your tears as the pain was overwhelming you. Lia rushed to your side, putting a hand on your arm, while she waved the medical team over with the other. 

You were so focussed on your ankle that you didn’t hear the commotion that happened just a few feet away from you. Katie was yelling at the player that fouled you, and it didn’t stop there. She gave the player a hard shove, as she continued yelling. Kim and Vic tried holding her back but it was too late, as the referee was now running over and giving Katie a red card. She curses herself for now not being able to check on you, as Kim walks her to the sidelines near the tunnel. 

The interaction had still gone unnoticed to you, only finding out Katie got a red when you were sitting up and were looking around for Katie, as she was usually there to check on you. “She got sent off.” Kim told you, when she realised who you were looking for. Your ankle was hurting too much to continue playing, so the medics walked you off the field. On the sidelines they taped an ice pack to your ankle, before they let you head into the tunnel. 

You found Katie pacing around in the locker room. The moment she notices you, she rushes to your side to help walk you over to the bench. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” Her questions were laced with worry. “It hurts but I will be fine. Now, what happened out there?” Katie’s shoulders slumped. “I got angry with her for hurting you, and yeah I know it was stupid, so I got a red.” You placed a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for standing up for me. Next time I would rather have you by my side, than being kicked off though.” You joke, bringing a smile back on her face. 

Leah walked down the tunnel to check on you, since you headed in, instead of sitting with the rest of the team. She opened the door to the locker room, only to find Katie kissing you. She quickly backs up, and closes the door again softly. 

After about twenty minutes the rest of the team piles into the locker room with you. Everyone checked in with you, before heading to their cubbies. You were sitting with your back against the wall, with your hurt leg elevated onto Katie’s lap, and her hands resting on top of your leg. 

Steph was watching the interaction with a furrowed brow. “What’s up Steffy?” You noticed her eyes on you. She shook her head, “Sorry, it’s none of my business.” With a shrug you say, “Ask me anyways.” You’d rather know what than guess what was going on in her head. “Well, I was just wondering, does your girlfriend not mind that you and Katie are so close?” She motioned to the two of you. 

“Of course not, they’re the same person.” Leah looks up when the room goes silent, and her eyes widen. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Lia looks over to the two of you, “What does Leah mean by ‘they’re the same person’?” You look over to Katie, and she nods letting you know it’s okay. “Katie is my girlfriend.” The chatter in the locker room picks up again instantly. “Wait, Leah, how did you know?” Katie asks the fellow defender. “I went to check on y/n, and when I walked in here the two of you were kissing.” You laugh at how poorly you were able to keep your relationship to yourself to mess with your teammates, but are ultimately happy that they know. 

Katie drives the both of you to her place after the match, and makes sure you’re well taken care of. She changed your ice pack when you got to her place and elevated your leg up on the coffee table before she sat down beside you, and let you cuddle into her side.

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