#magda wc

[lemnnshark]

"Magda is a gray tabby she-cat"

[raven-watcher]

[rosemist50]

Riverstar's Home cats! Small spoiler warning for light discussion of the cats below the cut.

First up is a few redesigns of Dart, Shine, and Flutter because now they aren't just featureless characters that are mentioned once and never again. I really liked Dart's design, so I kept it mostly the same. Shine got a good change, and Flutter had a complete overhaul. I liked Arc's design the way it is, so I didn't change it. The Cats of the Park elders are next, with Owl, Rust, and Midge. Owl's daughter is Finch Song, she's in the next post. After them is a few more CotP, with Magda, Squirrel, Stoat, and Moth. Moth is described as both "soft-spoken" and "cheerful, sparkled with energy", which I thought was a bit strange. Up next is Mist, Night's brother, and Hawk, a rogue who bullies River Ripple and then disappears. I was pleasantly surprised when Mist stayed alive the whole book, he seemed like the perfect candidate to just die at some point. He and Night look very similar. After them is Hollow and Croak, two loners from proto-Riverclan that officially joined. I love Croak's name. And finally after them is four loners from proto-Riverclan that did not end up joining; Whistle, Silver, Sage, and Woodlouse. It was mentioned that Silver was the first one to start decorating the dens with shells and reeds (probably) and other stuff like that, so I gave her an accessory bc if she likes to decorate dens then she would probably like to decorate herself. Found out a little too late that a 'woodlouse' is a roly-poly/pill bug.

[exocynraku]

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riverstars home spoilers above /// (NOT under cut, 4 images)

[flemingsfreckles]

Made From Love (18+)

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Synopsis: you and Jessie decide to see if you can make a baby… for scientific research of course

Warnings: “baby making” aka smut, breeding kink, strap on use (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), oral sex (r receiving), dirty talk, mommy kink if you squint

WC: 2.6k

A/N: baby fever is crazy…

“You want kids right?” Jessie asked you. The question was a little bit out of the blue, but the two of you had just spent the day with Magda and Pernille and their daughter. You had spent a lot of the day watching Jessie with the little girl. Jessie was a natural with kids, and it made you want one of your own. You wanted to give Jessie babies, you wanted to parent with her. Seeing her run around, play, joke, and even care for their daughter when she fell down scraping her knee made your ovaries and hormones yearn for a baby. It seemed Jessie had been having similar thoughts.

You both had talked about kids a ton, on numerous occasions, discussing quantity and how you’d do IVF, the timing of it all. And yet here was Jessie asking again if you wanted kids.

“Of course I want kids. I want to have your babies Jessie. Believe me, if it was possible for you to put your babies in me, I’d happily be pregnant right now.” You’re not sure you actually mean that, you’re not sure you want to actually be pregnant, you more just like the idea of Jessie being able to get you pregnant. Down the road you definitely wanted kids with the woman but you were both enjoying life without the responsibility of another human.

You watch as Jessie’s eyes widen for a second at your words and then you watch her lick her lips. “I can try” she gives you a suggestive look, eyeing you up and down.

“What?”

“Let me try to put a baby in you.” You can’t help but laugh at her seriousness, she’s got a straight face, she’s not smiling, joking around.

“Jessie baby, that's not how biology works.” You tease her, putting your hands on her shoulders.

“Shhhh.” She puts a finger to your lips. “Let me try.” She repeats, her voice is a husky whisper. Her hands fall to your hips and she gently pushes you in the direction of your bedroom.

Finally understanding what she means by letting her try, you connect your lips with hers. Your fingers move to the back of her neck pulling her into you, kissing her harder. She hums softly into the kiss, her lips vibrating against yours. You let her move you, stepping backwards down the hall and into your bedroom.

She pulls back from the kiss when she feels your legs hit the mattress. Her hands grasp the bottom of your shirt and she gently starts to remove it. Your hands leave her neck, stretching them up and over your head to help with your shirt, you weren’t wearing a bra, having just been lounging at home. Jessie’s eyes trail down to your chest, licking her lips as she stares. “Lay down baby.” She says, watching you for a second as you move to lay in the middle of the bed. Jessie walks over to the bedside table, opening it and pulling out the strap and lube and placing them onto the bed.

You watch as Jessie removes her own shirt, still wearing a bra, tosses it across the room and makes her way back to the bed. She crawls to place herself above you. Her hips resting between your thighs.

Her eyes trail up from your waist to your face. “Hi beautiful.” She says, it makes you blush, even after all this time you have yet to get used to how Jessie’s compliments made your heart race. The compliments made your stomach flutter especially with her hovering above you. She leans in to kiss you, placing a few soft kisses to your lips before you pull her into you, your tongues meeting.

Jessie’s hands roamed your body, stroking your sides, down to your hips and thighs, she gently wraps her hands around to squeeze your ass, making you groan into her kiss. She pulls back with a cocky smile before giving your ass another squeeze and moving her lips to trail down your neck.

You can’t help but let your mouth fall open with a sigh, feeling Jessie’s warm breath and lips on your neck. She pauses when her lips reach the base of your neck where your collarbone is, knowing the noises you’ll make if she sucks. She latches her lips, softly pulling your skin into her mouth, the sensation has you writhing under her, your hips leave the bed, trying to get friction, you let out a small whine.

“Such pretty noises you’re making for me baby.” Jessie releases her lips from your neck, whispering in your ear before she sits up back on her feet. “I love you.” Her hands move to your hips where your sweatpants are tied.

“I love you.” You say and smile up at her. She doesn’t even get the chance to ask and you’re lifting your hips from the bed, encouraging her to take off your clothes.

“Needy for my babies aren’t you?” She pauses pulling down your pants and underwear, leaving them halfway down your thighs. She teases as you buck your hips when she doesn’t immediately take your pants off.

“Please?” You ask and she starts to pull down your pants and underwear, again. Unable to form any other words, your mind overwhelmed with the pleasure and arousal from Jessie and her words you just nod at her. Jessie pauses for a second before she pulls your pants over your ankles.

“Are you okay with this? If you’re not into the baby thing we don’t have to.” She looks at you with concern in her eyes. You two had never talked about this, the idea of a breeding kink, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about how hot it would be if she could put her babies in you. It just had never come up, you weren’t sure she’d be into it.

“I’m so into it. I want your babies Jessie.”

Those words encourage Jessie to move quicker, she gets your pants off and places her hands on your thighs, you open your legs for her, watching her face as she stares at your core, once your legs are spread she licks her lips before looking up to you. You both smile at each other, the anticipation making your stomach tingle.

“Going to warm you up, get you ready to take me.” She leans down, moving so her face is between your legs. She’s quick to bring her mouth around your core, her tongue passing over you. Your hands quickly find themselves tangled in her hair. You feel her moan into you, causing small vibrations. She gives you a few more long licks, taking her time tasting you before her lips and tongue move to focus on your clit.

You toss back your head when she sucks your nerves between her lips, her tongue giving it a few flicks. “Fuck, that’s good baby.” Jessie knew your body like the back of her hand, she knew exactly what you liked and how to get you off especially when using her tongue.

Jessie’s hands come up, one finding its way between your legs and the other taking one of your hands off her head and lacing your fingers together. She continues to eat you out, mixing between teasing licks around your hole and precise flicks to your clit. “Babe,” you groan, knowing you wouldn’t last much longer, between her movements and the way she had warmed you up you were already on edge.

At your word she removed her lips from your core, a sigh leaving your body. She looks up to you, a smile across her face as she licks your arousal off from her lips.

“You’ll get to cum soon baby, hang on.” She says before you feel her fingers at your entrance. “I just want to make sure you’re ready for me. I want you to cum around me.”

You knew you already were ready to take her, your level of arousal had you more than ready to take the strap, but you appreciate the care your girlfriend was putting in. Her two fingers make a few passes from your entrance to your clit as she covers them in wetness. She then pushed them in slowly, you feel your body already clenching around her, wanting more. She gives you a few thrusts, she must’ve realized how open you were for her already as you feel her third finger enter you on her next thrust in. Feeling more full you close your eyes, giving into the sensation of Jessie’s strong fingers inside of you.

She gives you a few thrusts gently curling her fingers with each one. You feel your walls already starting to clench down onto her. Just as you’re about to warn her you’re getting close, she pulls her fingers out, putting them between her lips and cleaning them off while keeping eye contact with you. You’re not sure how it’s possible but the sight of your girlfriend with her own fingers in her mouth, fingers that were just inside of you, fingers that are covered in your slick, turned you on even more.

Jessie moaned as she cleaned her fingers, moving at the same time to hop off the bed, ridding herself of her pants, leaving her in a pair of red boxers. She grabbed the harness with the strap attached and slid her legs through it, tightening it around her waist. She climbs back onto the bed, hovering herself above you. You can feel the strap resting between your legs, applying the slightest bit of pressure to your core, causing you to gently buck your hips against it. Jessie sighs as you look from where the strap was resting up to her face.

Her eyes are slowly scanning across your whole body. “You’re beautiful, I’m so lucky you’re all mine. So lucky I get to put my babies in you, our babies are going to be perfect.” You can’t quite place the look in Jessie’s eyes. She looks dazed, staring at your body as if she’s trying to commit every millimeter to memory. It was a look she’s given you before. She was staring at you the same way she did when she first told you she was in love with you.

“I’m all yours baby.” You reach a hand out to cup her cheek, you feel her lean into your touch. The two of you had plenty of slow and intimate sex, but something about this felt a step beyond that.

“Ready?” She checks in with you one last time. She places her body over yours, your stomach and chest meeting hers.

“Give me your babies Jessie.” You whisper up to her.

Jessie moves one hand from where she had been holding herself up to grasp the strap. She slides the tip of the strap along your clit, giving you some quick stimulation before she places it to your opening. Before pushing in Jessie moves her hand back on the bed next to your waist, leaning down to cover your body with hers.

“I love you.” She looks at you before starting to push into you, gently opening you up.

You let out a soft whimper at the feeling of her filling you, whispering “I love you.” She continues to push in slowly, letting you feel every inch of her.

“Fuck” Jessie groans as her hips become flush against yours. She adjusts her body, placing more of her weight onto you and her legs. Her hands come up from the bed, grabbing at your arms that were on her hips. She takes both of your hands in hers, lacing your fingers together and placing them down so your hands are beside your head.

Her hips start to pull back, she quickly looks at you making sure you were comfortable, the way your mouth was open, your head thrown back gave her the indication you were feeling good and she began thrusting in and out slowly. Each stroke she went as deep as she could, pulling out until just the tip remained inside of you.

Usually Jessie’s pace would pick up, her thrusts would become hard and quick, but today she kept them slow, still firm but letting you feel every movement.

“You feel so good Jessie.” Something about the slow drag of her strap making you clench hard around her. Your breathing picked up slightly as she continued. You start to notice the way Jessie grinds against you when she’s fully inside, likely giving herself some pleasure while also rocking the harness against your clit.

“I love you.” When you open your eyes she’s staring back at you, “I love you so much.” She repeats, you can barely see the brown of her eyes, her pupils wide as she looks back at you. Her cheeks a slight red, her lips parted, her baby hairs sticking out, she looked gorgeous. Her hands squeeze hard onto yours. “I’m gonna give you my babies, gonna make you a mommy.” Jessie lowers herself even further onto you, her head finding rest in the crook of your neck and shoulder. She’s able to thrust deeper into you with the new angle, your legs are wrapped around her back, keeping her close to you.

“I love you Jessie.” You mumble between moans into her ear.

“I’m going to put my babies right here. I’m going to cum so deep in your pussy.” Her hand comes down between your bodies to rest on your stomach just below your belly button. It’s not innately pleasurable but the warmth of her hand on your stomach and the words she’s whispering into your ear makes your core clench. She places a slight pressure with her hand and you realize just how deep she is inside of you.

“You’re filling me up so well baby.” You praise her, you knew she loved being praised in bed. The groan she lets out into your neck and slight bite she gives the sensitive skin told you just how much she enjoyed it. “Put your kids deep in me baby. Make me a mommy.”

It’s only a few more thrusts and grinds against your clit when you feel yourself tightening around the strap. A familiar heat building where Jessie’s hand was pressing. “Jess, I’m gonna cum.” You moan into the side of her neck.

“Me too baby,” she breathes out. She attacks your neck with her lips, sucking hard. You know you’ll have a dark mark but you don’t care.

“Cum in me.” You’re able to get the words out as the tightness in your stomach releases, pushing you over the edge. You feel Jessie moan against your neck where her lips were sucking.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna give you all my babies.” Jessie's thrusts become shallow until she’s just grinding her hips against yours, giving you the pressure you need to work through your high while rocking the strap against her own clit, bringing her to her orgasm.

She gives you one last sharp grind, her hips stalling against yours. She lets out a long moan into your neck, starting to grind slowly against you again. Your own head thrown back, eyes closed still clenching around Jessie’s strap slowly working through your orgasm.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” She whispers into your neck as her hips stall, still fully inside of you.

“Holy shit. I love you.” You breathed out once you both caught your breath.

“Fuck that was hot, you are so hot.” Jessie sits up, her strap still buried inside of you.

“I think we’ll have to do that a few more times, for scientific purposes of course.”

You and Jessie both got up, to clean yourselves up and made your way back into bed for the night.

“Babe?” You ask, you both lying quietly in the pitch black of your room. Her head resting on your chest. She looks up at you at your question.

“Hmm?” She just mumbles up at you.

“I’m so excited to have your babies someday, even if you can’t put them in me.”

She smiles up at you. “I can’t wait to have babies with you.”

[gunnerfc]

🎄WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 12 - Fridolina Rolfö 🎄

Fridolina Rolfö x Reader (Arsenal & Sweden) | WC: 745

Dec. 12 prompt: cuddle during the team's christmas movie night

-> any translations come from google!

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

With the holidays approaching and clubs giving players time off, you and your Swedish national teammates could spend time together away from the pitch. With the club seasons picking up and certain players rehabbing injuries, it made it hard for almost everyone to see each other. The captains of the team decided that there needed to be a team movie night before everyone went back to their respective clubs after the break.

This is how you found yourself in Caroline’s home surrounded by most of your teammates, still waiting on the arrival of some of them. You were in the middle of an intense conversation about the past London Derby with Zećira and Johanna, neither wanting to accept that Arsenal did in fact win that match. Too preoccupied with the conversation with the two Chelsea players, you didn’t notice when Fridolina and Stina joined the three of you on the couch. 

“man kan inte alltid vinna, vet du? (you can’t always win, you know?)” your Arsenal teammate teased interrupting whatever excuse the goalkeeper was trying to say. Stina was especially happy with the Gunners’ win after scoring the late game-winner. 

The Chelsea players switched their attention to Stina, once again voicing their displeasure with losing. Frido could only laugh at the four of you, finding the argument amusing. 

“Frido, hjälp oss här! (Frido, help us here!)” the youngest of the two West London players whined, hoping the blonde would come to their defense.

“Nej, jag gillar när Chelsea inte vinner. (No, I like it when Chelsea doesn't win.)” the forward joked, earning a loud laugh from you and Stina while the Chelsea players rolled their eyes. 

The conversation shifted to how Frido’s recovery was going back in Spain and then to how everyone planned on spending the summer now that Sweden was out of the Olympics. You moved your hand to hold your girlfriend’s as she spoke about her recovery, knowing how much she missed being able to play for both Sweden and Barça.

Once everyone had arrived at your captain’s house, the team was instructed to write down the title of a movie to be drawn out of a bowl to make it easier to decide which movie to watch. You were quick to scribble down the title of your favorite Christmas movie, tossing it in the bowl before finding a seat before you were forced to sit on the floor. A slight shiver ran down your spine, the Swedish cold affecting you more than you thought it would. You knew you should have listened to Frido when she told you to wear a long-sleeved shirt or at least take a hoodie, but you refused, saying something along the lines of being used to the cold.

The blonde was quick to join you on the couch, a knowing smile on her face as she watched you slightly shake from the cold. You were waiting for her to say “jag sa det till dig” (I told you so), but it never came. Instead, she picked up the blanket that was thrown over the back of the couch, moving it across the two of you. Your teammates soon followed after putting their suggestion into the bowl, some racing each other to a spot on the couch to avoid the floor. 

You were too focused on the warmth your girlfriend was providing to pay attention to what movie Magda picked from the bowl but you could hear a few groans from your teammates, letting you know they were not thrilled with the selection. With everyone now settled in front of the TV, Caroline had the opening credits to the movie rolling. You were hardly paying attention to the movie, more content with being wrapped up with your girlfriend, the cold no longer affecting you. With a quick kiss on the blonde’s cheek, you settled into the couch, eyes now focused on the bright screen in front of you.

As the movies continued, Frido moved closer, wanting to be as close to you as possible. With a new movie now starting and your girlfriend fully tucked into your side, you let out a small content sigh, having missed spending time with all your national teammates. You caught some of your teammates’ eyes, teasing smiles on their faces at the sight of you and Frido cuddling, but they knew to keep their comments to themselves for now. However, you knew their silence wouldn’t last long and the first chance they got to tease you, they would take it.

[cwahsohnt]

Anti-gravity Magda and P post. Just a photodump of pics with them completely off the ground.

Denmark teammate Veje prevents P from literally taking off.

Magda airborne for Sweden.

P is again prevented from liftoff by Naomi.

Magda can't contain herself after WC victory vs Japan.

P celebrates her comeback goal v Everton.

Magda celebrating a Chelsea win at the bridge.

P climbs an invisible cliff while the defender just sort of...yeah.

Casual Magda jog.

P drives forward.

Of course Magda was airborne after her final Kingsmeadow goal!

P is just so light on her feet.

Magda is also light on her feet, in spite of her spectacular thighs.

Denmark's floating engine.

Training is no excuse to stay on the ground.

Just try to catch her!

Yeah, didn't think so!

Not like Magda can stay down, either.

Any jump you can jump, I can jump higher.

Float like a butterfly...

Magda may not be the tallest on SWEWNT, but she tries.

See the ball, be the ball.

Magda gets advice on hops from an expert.

But it's always great to defy gravity together.

[alexbkrieger13]

svt coverage of the wc homecoming ft. Magda and Zecira

[harryandpedro]

uppercut - four

summary: As Maisy settles in and slowly becomes an integral part of Pedro's and Oliver's everyday life, Pedro wages an internal battle over his budding feelings for his coach's daughter.

parings: boxer/singledad!pedro x nanny!fem oc

warnings: mentions of a twelve year age gap

wc: 2.8k

series masterlist here.

Pedro

After our heart-to-heart conversation over a bottle of red two days ago, Maisy's been occupying the forefront of my thoughts.

Scrubbing a hand across my face, I make my way downstairs to get my morning cup of coffee. I move around stealthily, a skill I mastered the moment Oliver came into my life. I unload the dishwasher and draw the curtains while the coffee machine powers up. I go into the living room to let the morning light in when I spot Maisy. I'm surprised to find her already out of bed, she usually wakes an hour behind me.

I haven't seen her from the kitchen because the back of the couch hid her petite form. She's in her typical sleepwear attire—a pair of shorts that reveal her slender legs and a cosy hoodie to ward of the morning chill. She lies on the couch, curled up on her side, clutching a hand to her lower belly. "Are you okay?" I speak softly in hopes of not startling her.

"I'm fine," she answers with her eyes closed.

She doesn't look fine. She looks like she's having the period of hell. She winces.

"Have you taken anything yet?" I tread carefully. 

"I took two Aspirins at five am." Even her words sound painful.

Having a period must seriously suck.

I check the time on my phone. "You can alternate with Motrin. I have some in my gym bag," I offer.

She just nods, rubbing her thumb across the expanse of her stomach. I grab two pills and bring them back with a glass of water and hand it to her. She takes them gratefully.

"Thanks," she mumbles, flopping back against the cushions, closing her eyes once more. "How do you know all these things?"

"I'm thirty-four. I've been with enough women to know the drill. Also, have you seen any box match? My body is constantly in pain." I say and a little smile tugs on the corners of her perfectly pink lips.

After my forenoon training session, I stop off at a bodega and grab her some feminine hygiene products, just in case. My kindness certainly doesn't have anything to do with my dislike of seeing her in discomfort, I lie to myself.

When I arrive home, I locate her in Oliver's play area. She's camping on the floor with my son as they play with building blocks. I drop the bag of tampons and pads by her feet. "Didn't know what you preferred so I got a selection," I mutter.

Frowning, she peers into the top of the bag. I watch as her expression morphs with emotion. "You didn't have to. Let me get my wallet."

She moves to stand but I wave her off. "It's okay. Don't worry about that."

She gives me a bashful smile. She already seems to be feeling better. The Motrin must be working. "Have you had anything for lunch?" She shakes her head. "How does a grilled cheese sound?"

"No, Pedro, you really don't have to do all that," she protests but I'm already halfway to the kitchen.

"I have to throw something together for lunch anyways, so you want a grilled cheese or not?"

She groans. "Ugh! Fine. Make me one."

I'm aware that what I'm doing isn't slick, and that my curiosity towards her is entirely wrong. Taking care of her on her period and buying her feminine hygiene products sound far too boyfriend-y to me.

I am not attracted to Maisy. Not even a little. I tell myself but my dick doesn't seem to care.

×××

The next day, she goes on a coffee run with Oliver. I know because she comes by the gym to tell me about it with a proud smile on her face.

It's the first time she's come to the gym since I hired her to nanny Oliver. She burst through the door, radiating eternal sunshine. My son is strapped to her chest in a baby sling, his head resting on her chest, his arms and legs slathered in sun cream.

She greets Magda at the front desk, turning her body so the receptionist can better see Oliver who squeals in greeting.

Maisy is heading towards me now and my heart starts working overtime. I stop the swinging of the sandbag with my hands, discard my boxing gloves and comb my fingers through my curls.

She's wearing a floral print sundress paired with white tennis shoes and her hair is styled in a dutch braid. A few whips of baby hair have come loose, I feel myself wanting to reach up and tuck them behind her delicate ear. Instead, I rub my thumb and forefinger together.

"We got you coffee," she chimes, holding a small takeaway cup. "It's a double shot, no sugar, no milk." I open my mouth to protest, but she beats me as she adds, "A thank you for the other day."

"Thanks." I take it from her, giving it a swirl before swiging it. "What did you guys do today?"

Maisy toys with Oliver's hands that are dangling at his sides. "We went to a quaint little coffee shop, sat on the terrace and people-watched," she says. "We were brave around strangers, didn't we, Bug?"

"Oh, you were?" I ask, petting my son's head lovingly. He perks up at the sound of my voice.

"Dadda," he exclaims.

I chuckle. "That's right, buddy, I'm your daddy."

"Do you, uhm," she swallows thickly, heat colouring the apples of her cheeks. Have me uttering the word daddy made her blush? "Do you want me to get him out of this thing so you can hold him?" Her hands fiddle with the straps of the sling.

"No, that's alright," I assure her. I let my son clutch onto my thumb and we stay quiet for a moment. From the corner of my eyes, I see her take in the space around us.

Sandbags of various sizes and shapes hang from the ceiling, behind us two boxing rings stand on elevated platforms with ropes squaring them.

In one of the rings, two shirtless twenty-something guys fight against one another. I wonder briefly if she finds either of them attractive. She probably does; they're her age, childless and universally good-looking.

To our right, there's a handful of rowing machines and assault bikes and a mobility area. There's a hallway to our left leading to the locker rooms and coaches' offices.

"I'm done for today. I've gotta take a shower and change but if you guys wait, we can drive back together." I speak up, letting go of my son's tiny hand.

"Sure," Maisy agrees with a beaming smile, smoothing a hand down Oliver's hair.

"Okay, I'll be quick," I say, shoving my workout gear into my duffle bag. "Your dad's still here if you want to say hi to him," I tell her, walking backwards to the locker rooms.

Once outside, I walk her to the private parking lot behind the gym. I've got Oliver perched on my forearm and my gym bag dangling from my other shoulder.

"Do you need help with that?" Maisy offers.

"No, it's alright, I got it."

We get to my car and I open the passenger door for her. She lowers into the seat with a sweet, coy smile I don't miss playing on her kissable mouth.

Shooing away my controversial desires, I put my duffle bag in the trunk before situating Oliver in his car seat.

"I'd imagine you rich people drive more lavish cars," she says and our eyes meet in the rearview mirror.

I laugh. "Well, first of all, my car is on the lavish side of the spectrum." I drive a sleek, black Audi A8. "And second of all, I'd say your dad is pretty well off too, don't you agree?"

"Okay, you got me there, but an Audi? Come on, man."

I give the straps of my son's car seat a gentle tug to make sure they're tight but not too tight around his body.

"Hey, I love my car. Plus, I don't need a flashier one." I tell her, getting behind the wheel. "I don't blow my money on things for the sake of having them. That's just not who I am. I have like ten shirts in my wardrobe."

"Then what do you do with your money?"

I slow to a stop at a red light. "I donate half of my income to charity."

"Really? Where to?"

I glance over at her with an impish grin. "Well, currently I'm housing this unemployed college graduate. Total charity case. Tragic story, really."

She lightly swats at my arm, laughing. "Shut up."

The traffic light turns green and I start driving again. "I donate to lesser-known nonprofits that serve impoverished schoolchildren," I divulge, taking on a more serious tone. "My main goal is making sure kids have the textbooks they need for class and food for lunch. And part of my sponsorships is that every year my sponsors have to match my donation in gifting sportwear to kids who need something to wear in order to be active," I elaborate. "There's so much more that could be done but I have no idea how. It feels overwhelming."

Later that night, once I tucked Oliver in, I knock on her door.

She invites me in. I push the door open but decide to linger in the doorway. "I'm gonna put on Gladiator II. Wanna join?" I propose, leaning my forearm on the doorframe.

She's pottering around the room, storing away folded clothes. "I would love to, but I haven't even seen part one."

"Then let's watch part one first."

She chuckles lightly, sweetly. I curse at myself and my obvious desperation to spend more time with her.

"When's showtime?"

"Whenever you want."

"Alright. I'll be downstairs in a minute," she says, and as she breezes past me to the guest bathroom, her flowery scent heads me.

As inconspicuous as I can be, I inhale every note of her smell.

Then a wave of guilt washes over me.

This isn't right. Me lusting after my coach's daughter, after the girl who looks after my son, it couldn't get any more morally grey than this.

I should shut down my developing feelings for her because she's way too young for me and even if age wasn't a problem, there's no way in hell she thinks of me as I think of her.

I hate myself for not being strong enough to close the door on my selfish feelings.

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The next day I only have my morning gym session since two days from now I'll be in the ring. To prepare I'm tapering which means less time in the gym and more time resting.

When I get home, the house is loud with cackles of glee. The sounds guide me into the kitchen where Oliver and the girl who is rapidly climbing the ranks to be my second favourite person are baking.

Maisy's nose is covered in flour as is Oliver up to his elbows. He's displaying a toothy grin and is clapping enthusiastically, making dust clouds.

Maisy's got my son situated on her left hip and as he wiggles in her arms, her sundress inches up. I give the bare skin an appreciative glance. She sees me do it. Wearing a bashful expression, she tugs the fabric down.

"We—well, I made cookies." She slides a plate in front of me across the kitchen island.

"Chocolate chip?" I ask with a smirk playing on my mouth, my gaze lifting to meet hers.

She lets Oliver down and leans on her elbows. "Mhm. Whoever bakes them with raisins needs to be locked up."

I chuckle and grab one. "Agreed," I say through a mouthful and as it dissolves on my tongue, I let out an obnoxious moan. "Maisy, these are ridiculously good." I take another bite.

My compliment makes her beam. "Thank you," she mumbles softly.

We share a cookie in companionable silence while watching Oliver crawl across the floor. Then I suggest we go out for coffee and she obliges me with it, even lets me pay for her iced latte.

We take our coffees to go and drink it in the nearby park. We lounge in the grass, Oliver squirming on his back between our bodies. She asks me about my training strategy and how I feel about my upcoming match. I tell her that I'll be getting the jitters the morning of but as for now, I feel confident about it. Then I inquire about her job-hunting. She gives a terse answer and I spare her my many follow-up questions. Instead, I get her talking about her degree. Her eyes shine as she explains Wallerstein's world system theory and how that changed herperception of international relations. What she's saying is so complicated for me that I lose track after the first couple of sentences but still nod along to make her feel like she isn't boring me because she truly isn't.

At home that night, I give Oliver a bath and I shower while Maisy watches him. Then I take over once more and get my son bed-ready in a pair of snug pj's. We work on his walk a bit before I read him a story and put him down.

He's out in a matter of minutes, giving me plenty of time to pack both his and my suitcases for our flight tomorrow.

As I pack, I fall into a meditative trance. By now I do this on autopilot. I no longer stress or give too much significance to my upcoming match, knowing I put in the work. I have enough seasons behind me to feel calm about it.

I used to get anxious many days prior to my matches and that took a toll on me mentally. Over the years, Rick and I worked on building up my confidence and figuring out a system that removes some of the unproductive stress from my training.

Boxing often is a mind game rather than a physical one so my strategy adapted. Training in my thirties is less about my physique and technique and more about maintaining it while strengthening my mental health. I think my mental clarity is what differentiates me from the other boxers. I throw a solid punch and have great footwork but being there mentally when we're on the umpteenth round is what matters.

I zip up the suitcases and carry them downstairs. 

"Can we watch Gladiator II when you're done?" Maisy calls from the living room.

I stop under the archway leading into the space. "Did you pack your bags?" I quiz, hands on my hips.

"All packed and ready to go," she promises.

We're maybe one-fourth of a way into the film when she tells me offhandedly I'm the real-life version of Marcus Acacius but younger, and since she spends all one hundred and fifty-six minutes of the movie drooling over the Roman General I take it as a compliment.

I try my best to concentrate on the plot happening on-screen but it all feels domestic—cosying up on opposite ends of the couch and enjoying a movie together—almost too comforting. On second thought, this whole day felt too domestic, too family-day like.

The realization scares the shit out of me but as we let the credits roll, a part of me—a self-sabotaging part of me— secretly hopes our movie nights become a tradition.

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[lichenes]

Hey, thanks for answering my last ask. I was wondering if you could do somewhat of a meet-cute for the reader and Swann Arluad's character in Romantics anonymous, i just can't get the idea of enjoying good chocolate with the attractive chocolatier. Thanks again, much love 💕💕💕

I wish he had played a bigger role in the movie cuz he looks so cute in that outfit<33 I couldn't quite grasp the personality of Antoine but hopefully I didn't mischaracterise him too much ;A; Enjoy!! CW: mint chocolate mentions... for anyone who doesn't like it SFW wc: 477

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At first Antoine worked in "The Chocolate Mill" as a way to make a quick buck. He would've never imagined this would just be his life. It wasn't a dead end job by all means and Mr. Benoît paid him quite well so he wasn't complaining.

Lovely as working there was, his... other needs weren't met that often. Tired from the day he would lay down in bed and even after showers, smell the chocolate on his hands, clothes and bedding. It was driving him mad. He loved chocolate, he appreciated the floral, citrusy and tangy hints the variety of chocolates provided.

He wished that the love he had for chocolate would one day be translated into a love for a person. Many clients would rotate in and out of the shop but he never had the (dis)pleasure of taking on a challenge which was customer service.

Since Angelique turned out to be a chocolatier far more experienced than Antoine or Ludo one of them would be appointed the cashier role, rotating every week. This week it was Antoine's turn.

"Oh this is lovely!" Said someone whilst Antoine was chatting with Magda in the back. "Give me a minute." He said putting on his hat. "How can I help you toda-" He stood there, unable to move as if struck by lightning. Quickly he regained his composure and went into his usual spiel about the different kinds of chocolate available in the store.

"If you're a fan of mint you'll love this one." He said breaking off a piece of the bar. You ate it. "Ooh, this one is great, I'll take this one, definitely." You looked at him curiously. "Can I get another piece?" He nodded and broke off one more. You took it in your hand and boldly told him to... open his mouth.

His face got beet red at the request but he obeyed. "That's... that's lovely..." You weren't sure which part of the interaction he was talking about but, you had your suspicions.

"And do you have a loyalty card?" He asked, begging whatever was listening for the answer to be negative. "No but I'd love to get one!" You said cheerfully, bearing a huge smile on your face, no doubt from the about to be purchased chocolate. It melted Antoine's heart just like chocolate left for too long in the sun.

"Great! Can get your number?" You giggled. "Sure but you'll have to take me out to dinner later." He steadied his breathing and answered. "I wouldn't mind doing that..." Your face got a little hot and you gave him your number. He explained the perks that came with the card and you thanked him.

"It was lovely to meet you ange..." He said, emboldened by your reciprocation. "Call me." You gestured with a smile. Maybe his lonely chocolate days were truly over?

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[batlleonafc]

But the drama will never be at the level of Eriksson Vs Harder🤣🤣🤣 Anyway Gabby gives her best if Marine watches her🦚🤣

honestly Magda and P never played like crazy finals against eachother. there were some wc qualifier games and some CL games but never a final.

[chelseafcwmemes]

Magda in her letter before the wc: I will sing a song on stage only if we win the world cup 😇

Magda yesterday:

https://instagram.com/stories/missliofficial/3174770987685603564?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

We all know the truly won the world cup, magda is just with us there

[magdasabs]

Magda playing every single minute of this wc and doing so well 🥺

my fave 🥺🫶

[exocynraku]

[lovethelifeyoulive123]

A friendly reminder to the anons I love soccer gfs as much as the next person but P going to be a wag for Magda in 2019 WC when Denmark did not qualify for the WC is not really the same energy as Kristie being on the US going out in their worst result ever having to kick a PK. Like even if she does hang out with Sam next week this is going to hang on these US plays for a while and they all deserve some grace.

Very true.

[daikenkki]

US Open 2024 - Women's Singles Draw:

Iga Swiatek (1) (POL) vs Kamilla Rakhimova (LL)

Daria Saville (AUS) vs Ena Shibahara (Q) (JPN)

Elisabetta Cocciaretto (ITA) vs Kateryna Baindl (PR) (UKR)

Taylah Preston (WC) (AUS) vs Anastasia Pavlyuchenkova (25)

Mirra Andreeva (21) vs Camila Osorio (COL)

Shuai Zhang (PR) (CHN) vs Ashlyn Krueger (USA)

Eva Lys (Q) (GER) vs Marie Bouzkova (CZE)

Qiang Wang (PR) (CHN) vs Liudmila Samsonova (16)

Danielle Collins (11) (USA) vs Caroline Dolehide (USA)

Cristina Bucsa (ESP) vs Sara Errani (ITA)

Anna Karolina Schmiedlova (SVK) vs Clara Tauson (DEN)

Nadia Podoroska (ARG) vs Diana Shnaider (18)

Katie Boulter (31) (GBR) vs Aliaksandra Sasnovich (Q)

Jessica Bouzas Maneiro (ESP) vs Petra Martic (CRO)

Emma Raducanu (GBR) vs Sofia Kenin (USA)

Shelby Rogers (PR) (USA) vs Jessica Pegula (6) (USA)

Elena Rybakina (4) (KAZ) vs Destanee Aiava (Q) (AUS)

Jessika Ponchet (Q) (FRA) vs Saisai Zheng (PR) (CHN)

Caroline Wozniacki (DEN) vs Nao Hibino (Q) (JPN)

Renata Zarazua (MEX) vs Caroline Garcia (28) (FRA)

Beatriz Haddad Maia (22) (BRA) vs Elina Avanesyan (ARM)

Sara Sorribes Tormo (ESP) vs Alexa Noel (WC) (USA)

Anna Bondar (HUN) vs Bernarda Pera (USA)

Lauren Davis (PR) (USA) vs Anna Kalinskaya (15)

Jelena Ostapenko (10) (LAT) vs Naomi Osaka (WC) (JPN)

Karolina Muchova (CZE) vs Katie Volynets (USA)

Brenda Fruhvirtova (CZE) vs Varvara Lepchenko (Q) (USA)

Anastasia Potapova vs Leylah Fernandez (23) (CAN)

Yulia Putintseva (30) (KAZ) vs Linda Noskova (CZE)

Xinyu Wang (CHN) vs Arina Rodionova (Q) (AUS)

Mayar Sherif (EGY) vs Karolina Pliskova (CZE)

Bianca Andreescu (WC) (CAN) vs Jasmine Paolini (5) (ITA)

Barbora Krejcikova (8) (CZE) vs Marina Bassols Ribera (Q) (ESP)

Julia Grabher (PR) (AUT) vs Elena-Gabriela Ruse (Q) (ROU)

Martina Trevisan (ITA) vs Taylor Townsend (USA)

Viktorija Golubic (SUI) vs Paula Badosa (26) (ESP)

Victoria Azarenka (20) vs Yuliia Starodubtseva (Q) (UKR)

Clara Burel (FRA) vs Sloane Stephens (USA)

Diane Parry (FRA) vs Xiyu Wang (CHN)

Yafan Wang (CHN) vs Maria Sakkari (9) (GRE)

Emma Navarro (13) (USA) vs Anna Blinkova

Ana Bogdan (ROU) vs Arantxa Rus (NED)

Chloe Paquet (WC) (FRA) vs Harriet Dart (GBR)

McCartney Kessler (WC) (USA) vs Marta Kostyuk (19) (UKR)

Elina Svitolina (27) (UKR) vs Maria Lourdes Carle (ARG)

Oceane Dodin (FRA) vs Anhelina Kalinina (UKR)

Tatjana Maria (GER) vs Solana Sierra (Q) (ARG)

Varvara Gracheva (FRA) vs Coco Gauff (3) (USA)

Qinwen Zheng (7) (CHN) vs Amanda Anisimova (WC) (USA)

Erika Andreeva vs Yue Yuan (CHN)

Tamara Korpatsch (GER) vs Moyuka Uchijima (JPN)

Jule Niemeier (GER) vs Dayana Yastremska (32) (UKR)

Donna Vekic (24) (CRO) vs Kimberly Birrell (Q) (AUS)

Greet Minnen (BEL) vs Magdalena Frech (POL)

Peyton Stearns (USA) vs Lesia Tsurenko (UKR)

Jaqueline Cristian (ROU) vs Daria Kasatkina (12)

Madison Keys (14) (USA) vs Katerina Siniakova (CZE)

Maya Joint (Q) (AUS) vs Laura Siegemund (GER)

Ajla Tomljanovic (PR) (AUS) vs Ann Li (Q) (USA)

Veronika Kudermetova vs Elise Mertens (33) (BEL)

Ekaterina Alexandrova (29) vs Viktoriya Tomova (BUL)

Magda Linette (POL) vs Iva Jovic (WC) (USA)

Lulu Sun (NZL) vs Lucia Bronzetti (ITA)

Priscilla Hon (Q) (AUS) vs Aryna Sabalenka (2)