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marygodwin-bsd · 2 years ago

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Rating members of the Port Mafia based on nothing but my own vibes (I haven't seen all of season 3)

This is a part 2. ill post a part 3 with the guild if i wannaaaa and maybe even a pt 4 for some stragglers

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

3/10 for that lung capacity bro ok real talk his design is alright i give it 7/10 I wish atsushi had kept his black streak so they could be more yin/yan but whatever- he kinda looks like he's trying too hard. I shall throw him a 8/10 for that trauma he's holding onto and how desperate he is for dazai's attention that he THROWS HIMSELF OFF A BRIDGE THING anyways voice fits him so 8/10, the ninja suit thing he wears of rashouman when he's fighting Fitzgerald is 10/10 top tier i ENJOY VERY MUCH thank you overall he gets 7/10

Higuchi Ichiyo

oh girl. oh GIRL. 5/10 on her thing with akutagawa because idk if it was me but i couldnt tell she was in love with him like at all... anyways her whole look is basic but effective and does the job so 7/10 on that, 10/10 on her loyalty i like that and also her being basic-looking but that plays into why shes so good at her job??? ok overall 8/10

Chuuya Nakahara

10/10 on looks, we know that, he's not the one I simp for (my heart belongs to Kunikida) but out of all the port mafia dudes this one is a good pic. COOL BACKSTORY 9/10. 8/10 for looks bc he actually looks like a mafia dude who watches mafia movies and despite the weird hair I am kinda into it all the colors go really well im sorry for the abuse from dazai i would throw him a bone but hes already high sooo overall 9/10 because I like the hair but objectively its a weird half mullet

Kōyo Ozaki

9/10 for how much she wants to protect Kyouka. Love her fit, 10/10, gives the perfect vibes and she's probably difficult to animate and I have a lot of respect for it,the umbrella is great. 5/10 for the atsushi abuse. I don't have much to say at this point other than that overall, 7/10

Motojiro Kajii

Ok looks are 4/10 he looks like melanie martinez's ex idk his name but also his vibes are like VECTOR from despicable me???? so 6/10 for that its amusing ANYWAYS. The fact that lemons and grenades make lemonade is a 10/10. the sass he gave Nathaniel Hawthorne was 7/10. the way he talked to Yosano gets him 4/10 overall, 7/10 on average and hes ok I don't dislike him

Rando

I cannot find a gif.

He is fantastic and gorgeous and i love him 10/10 on both how COOL his ability looks and how PRETTY he is. love him. but 4/10 for the chuuya abuse. overall 7/10 we dont know a lot about him

Kyusaku Yumeno

Looks are........ 7/10. very effective and cool but looks like HELL to draw and i don't really like that. the optimal thing would be black and white, but atsushi and akutagawa are black and white, so they gave them brown and purple???? and a weird hat to denote femininity??? I know the point is that no one can tell their gender I'm just saying the hat is unnecesary. Ability is so 9/10 and the resilience is 10/10 because COOL. Tbh i don't actually like how they act so 5/10 on personality i guess but overall 8/10 for coolness

Elise

MY BABY GIRL 10/10 for the SASS she gives- I know she doesnt TECHNICALLY count bc shes the result of an ability but I love her and i need her to STAB MO- this isnt about mori im sorry anyways moving on. design is 10/10 effective easy to draw and aesthetically pleasing with colors. dress is relatively conservative and she stands out against everyone else bc to my knowledge shes the only blond besides Higuchi. 10/10 because i love her and i need more elise content of her being rude to mori bc he deserves every roast and i need her to hit him

Gin Akutagawa

Giiiiiiin baby is 8/10 with the design both ways are effective, she looks great either way. I know very little about her but shes a badass and 7/10 for being the less intense sibling I don't know much about her but she gets an overall 7/10

Michizo Tachihara

10/10 for having the same english voice actor as Ban from SDS. 6/10 for his design, i'm sorry, it doesn't stand out and at first glance I was shocked because i thought he was Junchiro double crossing the ADA.... on his own he's okay but his design doesn't really... tell us anything? although to be FAIR, he basically never shows up so he doesnt have to tell us anything. 4/10 for never being there even though he's super cool overall 6/10 because "I hate to say it i really hate to say it idk who this man is"

Ryuro Hirotsu

Okay... 9/10 for that design, I like it, good old rich guy persona. 4/10 for the fact every time he snaps it bothers me because he's wearing gloves and that doesnt work that way. 7/10 for the voice its aight. 6/10 for how few times i've seen him so far? but hes around more than Tachihara so points for that. 8/10 and y'all know why

Mori Ogai

ugh, gods... THIS DUDE..... 0/10 for his taste in women. 8/10 for his design because he looks like he's copying dracula to try and gain control but its not working so its effective. 3/10 for the dazai abuse. 2/10 for the yosano abuse ive heard about but not seen. 7/10 for his real life counterpart having a daughter and that daughter invented yaoi and im not into yaoi but thats pretty cool?? overall 4/10 because his whole..... everything sucks? but at least he looks okay and he has a character and hes not 1 dimensional.

pt 1 here pt 3 here pt 4 here

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motownfiction · 1 year ago

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mold

In the summer of 2001, the only thing Sadie’s kids want to hear is the Shrek soundtrack.

She’s not really sure how they got here. Like every other family with children between the ages of three and eleven, they saw Shrek at the theater. They liked it enough. Billy, who’s three, really liked the big red dragon. So when they came upon the soundtrack at Borders a couple months back, Sadie bought it. She remembers thinking the music was pretty fun.

Actually, she remembers Sam saying the music was pretty fun. And if there’s one thing you take Sam’s word about, it’s music.

The kids, as it turns out, have a lot more in common with Sam than Sadie ever assumed. Because they also enjoy the Shrek soundtrack. They enjoy it so much that they miss out on all the new hits of the summer. Years from now, Sadie will discover they weren’t missing much (Who could forget that Atomic Kitten cover of “Eternal Flame,” except for everyone?), but for now, she’s drowning in hell. And hell sounds like “All Star” by Smash Mouth.

It gets worse when the kids learn the lyrics to the song. Even Michael, who normally hates poppy songs like this one, seems into it. He thinks it’s funny.

“Really?” Sadie asks. “You think it’s funny to sing the same song over and over and over while your mother graciously drives you to and from your friends’ houses? To and from the pool? To and from the restaurants you want to go to?”

But Michael doesn’t answer. None of the kids do. Because “All Star” is playing, and they’re singing.

Some-BODY once told me / the WOOOORLD is gonna roll me …

Sadie sighs and accepts her fate at the red light. This is what life is like. Life is schlepping three kids to and from their various schools, activities, and appointments, all with Smash Mouth playing in the background. No, the foreground. It’s too loud to ever be the background.

She thinks back to when she was thirteen, fourteen, fifteen years old. Before she fell asleep, she used to dream about a life like this one. A life where she married Daniel (which happened), where they had kids (which happened), where she was involved with every aspect of their caretaking (which she is). It’s just that when she imagined driving her kids around metro Detroit back then, she imagined them listening to “Take It on the Run,” to make fun of Daniel, who always hated that song. And to be fair, they do that.

At least, they did before the Shrek soundtrack came into their lives.

The light turns green, and All Star whines the chorus.

And all that glitter is go-wold! / Only shooting stars break the mo-wold …

Sadie grits her teeth. What in the world were they thinking, putting an extra W sound in words that have never needed an extra W sound? She’s never written a song before, but she’s pretty sure that if you have to add in extra W sounds, you should probably go back to the drawing board.

“Mommy?”

Sadie jumps herself out of her thoughts. She spots Rosemary in the rearview mirror, a question in her eyes. She looks so much like Daniel, but there’s a little gleam in her eyes that’s very Sadie. Curious about everything. Wondering, wandering.

“What’s up, Rose?”

“What does that mean?” she asks. “Break the mold? Is that like bread?”

“Or penicillin,” Michael cuts in, almost certainly to remind everyone that’s the word that won him the spelling bee this past school year.

“Pencil in,” Billy says, so he can be part of the conversation.

“Mommy?”

Sadie sighs.

“The mold is, like, what people do to fit in,” she says. “It’s when people do what’s expected of them. Do you know what that means?”

Rosemary nods.

“When you act right,” she says.

“Or when you act like people think is right,” she says. “Anyway, when you break the mold, you decide that those expectations aren’t working for you. So you stand out because you’re unique. You do something new. It’s actually a good thing.”

Rosemary nods.

“I wanna break the mold,” she says.

“And I’m sure you will,” Sadie says. “You’re the kind of person who would.”

Rosemary grins, and for a second, she looks more like a Doyle than a DeLuca. Sadie’s heart soars. All summer long, she’s wondered what she did to deserve a bunch of kids who only want to listen to the Shrek soundtrack. But that’s not what she should have seen.

When she was a kid, all she wanted was to find her way into that mold. Sadie wanted to do everything right, everything normal, everything that a girl was supposed to grow up and do. All the things she thought she could want, she put on hold because what if she missed her opportunity for something normal? And she can’t be sorry for the things she chose. She got these kids. These kids who have their whole lives ahead of them … who can forge their own paths without clinging to expectations, no matter how shiny and romantic and normal they seem.

And maybe she wishes she didn’t have to thank the Shrek soundtrack for that.

But it’s better than nothing.

(part of @nosebleedclub july challenge -- day xxiv! watch as a woman tries to catch up with a bygone era)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: sadie doyle #ch: rosemary deluca #ch: michael deluca #ch: billy deluca #year: 2001 #i honestly think i am so funny for this

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ctl-yuejie · 1 year ago

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only friends ep 7

1/4

hmm...don't know how to feel about the hospital scene. felt like something was missing. no matter how drunk and drugged up rain was, sand seems a bit too chill for his own good.

wish we could have had cheurm and april waking up in bed being cute as a scene and then have mew knock at the door for emotional support.

top really isn't that clever isn't he? doesn't even consider nick as the perpetrator. however, that might fit with how little regard he has for nick as a competitor.

you know it is coming....but once again cheering for mark's acting here. neo and him really delivered this scene. interesting that boston seems to still want top...hmmm. probably the best thing for nick to be cut off by boston like this. might hurt but at least it's a clean cut.

2/4

hmmm...sand baby...really not sure whether he wasn't hurt by what ray said or if he has other things on his mind.

i actually really like how close ray and mew are and that we are getting heart-to-heart talks like this. the hand-holding was very cute.

i just love when boston raises his eyebrows like, yes, deal with me. maybe better than not meaning your apology, but i am cackling at how not sorry boston is. THE iconic scene from the trailer. perfect balance of someone could seriously drown and it looking very pathetic. particularly Boston's slap of the water in the end. love to see that cheurm (as expected) clearly is the leader of the gang.

when he yelled at nick, boston clearly knew he'd lose his friends but somehow still looked surprised when the whole group shunned him.

3/4

yes!!!! first and nick in a serious scene??? give me more. yes! you tell everyone nick, it's YOUR misguided call to make. (went into this series happy to see neo and mark in bigger roles, didn't expect to enjoy them this much). HOW is it so easy to baby Mark as Nick, he looks so sad and teary-eyed. Boston is a strong man to not hug a crying Nick despite himself. love the initial rejection of Sand hugging him quickly being won over by "please hug me, I am the most heartbroken person that has ever existed". i like that he sees Boston for who he is but also thinks he got close to Boston falling for him. maybe Boston being so hung up about Top gives him hope that that could be him (beyond trying to emulate his style, since Top is Boston's type)

fairly certain that while top might not be that much into mew, he certainly was hurt by his drawings getting burnt. i feel like it's one of the few times he made himself vulnerable by showing mew his hobby (i think there is still a struggle between him wanting to try something serious like this but uncertainty whether he want it to be with mew, or whether mew is the image of who he wants to be vulnerable with. vice versa similar projection onto top by mew in the earlier part of the series).

(again, the soundtrack is just all bangers. my week currently: ofts on saturday - sun, mo, tue, wed, thurs, fri: listening to the ost on repeat)

another unexpected combo? hmm..idk mew, not sure whether nick sees himself fully as the victim here. Ohhh, would Nick want to hurt Boston?? Ahhhh, Nick!!!! This is getting so dark.

Ahaha, I like how we can see that Mew is trying out to be "a villain". even re-using his accident with Top to deliberatedly approach someone this time. (everyone was joking about Neo single-series-ly getting to the top of the list of same-sex kisses in gmmtv, but I see Drake threw in is hat into the ring unsuspectingly). okay, Mew, let's whether you can get out of this in time. omg! he and boston really did a lot more that just what was shown in episode 1...the file is called boston69. p'jojo, please enlighten me.

4/4

ahaha, mew in his new fit is visibly so out of place in his own flat. i like seeing boston squirm. boston hasn't really much regard for himself. he is very egoistic but at the same time, his concern is about the consequences for his dad. not even the consequences for the realtionship he has with his dad. he even told nick, that he wouldn't mind it that gap hat recorded him, if it wasn't for his dad. (rotates boston in my mind for the next 24 hours)

it cannot be repeated enough how cringe top can be. and again, mew hates to be put on the spot. how has he still not understood that mew might let him into his flat to talk but will not tolerate him showing up unannounced overcompensating (possibly clear throughline to how Top's parents and everyone else around him tended to apologies to him). Wish we could have seen more of Cheurm hosing them all down before Top hit Mew.

Somehow they heard me and gave me another Mew Ray heart-to-heart? Khao is so good at making his long crush so visible whenether he is with Mew. Hmm...when will Nick realise that Mew might not have really helped his case (unless Boston approaches him to get rid of the videos for good).

(Oh god, Nick's outfit in the preview...after the kiss/marry/kill game I wait for each week to give me the episode when Sand and Nick hook up)

#only friends #only friends the series

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spellbcok · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝟏𝟓 : plot call ( for my sanity i'll make a separate post related to starters ). i won't be dropping any on-going threads, nor will i begin anything new or post any non-headcanon memes until after the event. but feel free to do so on your end. hit the heart and i'll message you for event related plots. under the cut are basic ideas of where my muses minds are at and whether or not they will be involved in any way.

for all muses: i'm up for any or all of my muses getting injured or injuring others (purposefully or not).

anya jenkins: self-preservation will kick in almost immediately. they will be hiding or seeking out someone she has gotten close to who are more fit for combat. most likely, though, they'll be trying to find a way to get the hell out of dodge as it's very much their mo.

ji euntak: she will be out there, jumping in front of swords (metaphorical or literal) aimed at friends, family, strangers. basically willing to save anyone, the self-sacrificial type that she is.

lorelai gilmore: being an extremely privileged upper middle class woman whose biggest hardship was being a single, teen mom (which, granted, was difficult), this will be her first experience with such violence outside of watching it. but mama bear instincts will kick in and she'll be doing whatever it takes to search for/protect rory.

lydia martin: her banshee abilities are really going to go haywire. she'll be drawing strange pictures, finding dead bodies, and maybe have her first scream / wail ? outside of trying to deal with that, she is also part of the fbi so she'll be working out who the killer(s) is/are. definitely would love for her to find bodies as it's kind of her thing, but obviously would not be something we'd know at this very moment. soo feel free to just say 'if my muse dies lydia can find them' and if it happens then i'll include it in her threads and what have you.

nam onjo: she's pretty unfazed by everything and just trying to get through each day. anyone sus will be tased and/or pepper sprayed first and asked questions later. ** new addition: she sees an opportunity to make a quite a bit of money by basically being a errand person for those in hiding. so hit her up on the taskrabbit-esque app if you need some takeout delivered or more alcohol or whatever. there's an injury/death tax so it'll be pricey but at least your muse won't have to take the risk themselves!

sabrina spellman: another self-sacrificial one, but she's going to actively fight people who mess with her loved ones as well as try to figure out who the culprit(s) are. she's been practicing her magic so she'll use that for defense. and, just like riding a bike, she might spout out some more powerful and dangerous spells that could cause injury.

tatia: no stranger to death and chaos, tatia knows how to protect herself. she'll likely stay in her studio or apartment and avoid everything. maybe she'll go to some trusted people/friends because safety in numbers and all. but she is definitely not going out of her way to help anyone or solve anything.

tinker bell: tink is still learning how to use a cellphone and now she has to avoid murderers? how annoying. the fairy is not about that and will fly away from threats. possibly goad and be a little brat about it tbh. she's also learned a bit about capitalism and the whole supply and demand thing, so she'd be willing to sell a bit of pixie dust so your muse can also fly (limited, so far 1/3 taken).

**** new muses

brenda bates: she is enjoying the chaos but feigning disgust and sympathy for the victims. she is likely having a house party or attending one because she's from the 90s and that is what they do in the face of a crazy serial killer being on the loose.

one specific plot idea i have for 1 unlucky muse is for her to injure them while in her hooded mask (image). with all the chaos, her crime will just get lost in the sea of others. however, her crimes emulate urban legends so i can give you a small list or if you have one in mind feel free to send it to me.

chloe decker: she will be investigating. she is not only trying to figure out who the culprit(s) is/are but why this was happening. she's from la so she is familiar with serial murders and strange happenings. but these sudden bursts scream otherworldly doing. she would know since she has spent time with the devil, a demon, and an angel.

#hwevent15 #hw: plot call #death mention tw #murder mention tw #injury mention tw #|| if this is absolutely incoherent i'm so sorry #it's 6:30am and i haven't slept yet

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vulpes-aestatis · 2 years ago

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Ion is gone, off to fetch some wine from her cellar, when my phone rings.

"Heeeyyyy Emily," John says over the phone, drawing it out far longer than he needs to. "Hooooow's it going?"

"I don't know, John," I reply curtly. "How do you think it's going?"

"Oh, I dunno. Just figured you were up to your usual weekend shenanigans."

He says it like he's not completely aware that lately, my "weekend shenanigans" consist of being kidnapped by Ion, technomancer slash B-list villainess.

He's waiting on the other end of the line for me to respond.

"As a matter of fact, I am," I say finally.

"Yeah? She make you dinner again?"

I look down at my empty plate.

"Beef Wellington," I admit through gritted teeth. "And raspberry cheesecake."

Honestly, it's the best damn cheesecake I've ever had.

"Damn Em. This gal sounds like a keeper."

I close my eyes and count to ten.

"John." I say as evenly as I can manage. "Why are you interrupting my… my date?"

"Oh! So you admit it's a date?"

"John!"

I can hear him suppressing a laugh on the other end of the line.

"Well, the reason I'm calling is to let you know that the paper is sending me out on assignment. There's an emergency supers conference in Geneva and they need me to cover the story."

"And…" I search for how to ask in a way that wouldn't tip Ion off, since she is assuredly listening to this conversation. "Umbra is going to be at the conference?"

"Yup. He's probably halfway across the Atlantic by now."

"I'm sorry, what?" I say, shakier than I meant.

"Em, the city will be just fine without Umbra for a couple days. Just have fun on your date! Love ya!"

"John?" I say. "John!"

But he's already hung up.

Oh, I am going to murder him, super powers or no.

My thoughts are interrupted by the dull clack of Ion's heels. I turn to face her and take in the spandex clad goddess before me. The costume looks like it could have come out of Tron or something - form fitting black with glowing green accents. Her eyes blaze with that same emerald glow (I'm honestly not sure if they're her real eyes or part of the costume).

Ion is nothing at all like Jen, the stammering, mousy girl with the thick glasses and messy hair bun who's a regular at the coffee shop where I work. Every morning, 7:30 sharp: a mumbled greeting and a shy smile, a large latte - oat milk, three extra shots, a chocolate muffin and a $20 tip.

It's a fairly convincing alter ego as they go. It would have fooled most people, but then most people didn't grow up in the next bedroom over from Umbra, the Guardian in the Darkness.

After the third kidnapping, she walked into the cafe with a slight limp (this being back when John thought I might actually be in danger from her). When I asked her about it, she froze - that brief telltale moment of hesitation when a super tries to come up with a convincing lie.

Once I had that tidbit, it didn't take me too long to figure out the rest, not with her being a regular customer and me being a regular kidnapee.

Actually, come to think of it, I'm her only kidnappee…

Her MO is Robin Hood style villainy, robbing big, ethically questionable financial institutions and redistributing it, mostly anonymous donations to various social justice and community outreach organizations. With her powers, she could be a serious threat if she wanted to be, an A-lister for sure. But as long as she sticks to financial crimes, supers were generally fine with the occasional staged battles and slaps on the wrist. I don't think anybody actually believes she does more harm than good, but she always seems perfectly content to play up the villain style melodrama.

But for whatever reason, she keeps kidnapping me. I think the first time was an accident, but then it happened again… and again.

The really weird part is I actually think I like it.

She's charming in her own way. She gets super animated when she gets talking and I really do enjoy listening to her. Then she started making me dinner and she's actually an amazing cook.

Meanwhile, Umbra's rescues have gradually gotten more half-assed, and his teasing has become more relentless.

And there she is standing in the doorway, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. She's looking between me and the phone with her brow pinched in uncertainty. It's a very Jen expression that I don't think I've ever seen on Ion.

"My brother," I explain, pointing to the phone. "He was just… checking in. I… uh… I guess Umbra isn't coming for me tonight. He's in Geneva."

She cocks her head and frowns. She looks… I don't know, confused? Lost? Like the rules of the game have changed and she can't process what comes next. Like this isn't how it's supposed to go.

After all, she's a super villain and I'm her prisoner.

"Okay," I say. "You know what? I was just trying to call for help and you caught me."

I set my phone down on the table and she raises an eyebrow.

"Actually, you planned this," I continue, gesturing to her to pick up the improvisation. "You timed it so that Umbra would be away."

She blinks and realization dawns. She regains her composure and becomes Ion once more.

"Yes," she says maniacally. "You've fallen into my trap once again, but this time no one's coming to save you!"

She flashes that wicked grin I've come to love.

I begin walking around the table towards her.

"You're right," I say. "Looks like it's up to me to figure this out on my own… just me and my feminine wiles."

I step right up to her. She's half a head taller than me, so I have to tilt my head back slightly to meet that imperious gaze of hers.

"You really think you can seduce me?" she asks with a twinkle in her eye.

"I don't know," I reply and drag a fingernail up her arm.

She tenses at the touch and lets out a shuddering breath.

"It seems like maybe I already have," I say.

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EDIT: it's got sequels and prequels now!

How it all started

Ion doesn't have any social media

You are kidnapped by the villain regularly, but you’re starting to look forward to it. You know they won’t hurt you, and are simply being dramatic. It also doesn’t help that you are the only person they ever kidnap. This time, the hero doesn’t bother trying to save you.

#my writing #super hero #super villain #lesbian #lgbt #ficlet

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jaykeybloggz · 11 months ago

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Evaluation

In this project I have taken my work in slightly different directions depending on which artists and topics I have been researching and looking into each week.

Initially I looked Into Sherlock Holmes and the victorian era, especially around London. I figured out that i especially liked how the characters of Conan Doyles stories were drawn in the Disney film "The Great Mouse Detective"

I have always enjoyed drawing animal characters, as they are easy to design distinctively, so I decided to for this project.

With the knowledge that we would be designing a cult and a sacred object I took inspiration from one of my own interests, 1930s animation. In the great depression era cartoon "Bimbo's Initiation" comical looking cult leaders are seen.

As these cartoons are rather macabre and gothic looking i thought it would fit with the grittiness of the victorian tone. Especially the backgrounds. (notice the broken windows and knocked over trash can, indication of the great depression) The hard times these cartoons were made in affected their visual design, just like how dark and gloomy victorian illustrations were.

I decided To make a rough design for my cult leader, with somewhat comical robes. as well as design my logo.

The name of puddle gang was a completely off the spot thing, however I thought this could mean a puddle of blood. The name is inconspicuous enough to fly under someones radar as anything suspicious.

At this point in the project we were looking into pixel art and experimenting with how that would look. It was then that I Designed my detective on the spot. Somewhat taking inspiration from Paul Robertson by using black continuous outlines.

Then in the same week as my pixel art experiments we moved onto practical sculpting. first using clay and plaster to create a large logo and then moving down a scale to using super sculpy and resin to cast a wax seal.

This wax seal would be used to seal any letters my cult sent out to its members. I have always been fascinated by wax seals, so i wanted to make this as good as i could. Here is a fairly nice initial mockup.

I also played around with some basic anatomy by using tracing paper to create a skull from an already designed creature and by sculpting an ear, a very complicated shape which i am very happy i replicated as well as i did.

At this time i also toyed with some basic pixel art animation and reseached the voxel art style. looking at paul robertsons amazing composition and the voxels 3d nature made me realsie i would like to add depth to my work when i can. Even if i am not the best at pixel art.

I was able to do just that when i had a rather frustrating session with the program magicavoxel. while i can see the potential it has i found the controls unweildy.

adding depth became less frustrating when i added it to text using phtotoshop. this i had fun with.

I then designed my trading card, improving on an earlier design which is quite ugly. this is on paper and is just a rough sketch, however i liked it so much i vitualy traced over it.

The next week I was able to complete my letter. i used coffee grounds and graphite to make my letter look aged which was a new process for me. when i was little i used teabags ro stain my own little treasure maps of our garden.

I then was able to sculpt on top of the resin seal i had made. making a blade from thin wood and combing that with sculpy to make a hilt and a mound for the balde to stick out from.

the next day we went to the EGX gaming convention in london whcih was good fun, however the most relevent thing to my work was seeing all the indipendeent creators set up shop and gain an audience in person. it was quite inspiring and gave me a little insight into the creative industry.

Overall I am very happy with the outcomes of this project and I think I have given clearly explained how my project developed in this evaluation. I think to improve this project I really could show a more detailed record of my progression with more pictures of my semi complete work. I also think I could plan a bit better. I think the most fun I had was sculpting for the first time, it was really enjoyable.

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the-gc-record-club-blog · 2 years ago

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SOME NIGHTS I DREAM OF DOORS (OBONGJAYAR)

Selected by Calvvy

OBELLA’S TAKE

Favorite Song: Sugar

Spit Yo' Game / Talk Yo' Shit: To me this album is a love letter to the next-gen African diaspora (be that ex-pat first-gen, 1.5, second-gen, or beyond). There were these beautiful flairs of driving in the car with the Old Man listening to Hugh Masekala, and Ladysmith... Miriam Makeba, and Awilo Logomba... This is also how I know that music genres are obsolete; It's labeled as R&B/Soul which isn't wrong but there were also these amazing alternative, and folk, and house(?) vibes mixed in. The blend and the energy of the sounds were so sonically stimulating I couldn't put it down from the first song on the first listen. I've since dug through a bit of his discography and that Neo-diasporic sound-blend is this man's MO and tbh it's giving - he shouldn't let up!

Lit-mus Test: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

VANESSA’S TAKE

Favorite Song: Try

Spit Yo' Game / Talk Yo' Shit: It's a treat, maybe even a rare one, when your introduction to an artist is a project so thorough that you can't pick out a favourite song. In this case I think that's because in addition being to being an incredible singer and lyricist, Obongjayar comes across as many different artists rolled into one on Some Nights I Dream of Doors - but all of them are effective and they don't crowd each other out. I love how he seamlessly shifts between genres, intensity and even accents across the record. There are chords on the album that remind me of the Congolese lingala/rhumba albums that my dad used to play when I was a kid, while other songs make me think of Lagbaja and other contemporary Nigerian artists. So many songs tug at a familiarity for me that I really, really enjoy. It's pop, it's electro, it's Afrobeat to name just a few shades and he has the right to do all of it; I want to sing along, to dance, then I'm in my feelings, then it's over! In a tight 35 minutes? Love to see it and I love this album.

Lit-mus Test: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

OCHIENG’S TAKE

Favorite Song: Tinko Tinko (Don’t Play Me for a Fool)

Spit Yo' Game / Talk Yo' Shit: I don’t think its a particularly novel thing to say that I love different, more creative artistic endeavors. But this felt like an honest blend of all Obongjayar’s different influences that melded together into a genuinely unique body of work. An artist is only as good as his reference, and I feel like the well Obongjayar is drawing from has puzzle pieces that fit together in a strange but natural way. The uniqueness combined with his experience (this being his second full length project on streaming not counting EPs) led to the creation very solid project with a lot of replay value.

Lit-mus Test: 🔥🔥🔥

CALVIN’S TAKE

Favorite Song: Tinko Tinko (Don’t Play Me for a Fool)

Spit Yo' Game / Talk Yo' Shit: I'd heard so many Obongjayar features that it was a treat to finally dig into a dolo project. On Some Nights, Obong (can I call him that?) has so many musical references that he successfully gets on record -- while many times it also feels like a very confessional and cathartic album. Heartbreak, triumph, mantras, nostalgia, and flossing are all there, making for a very unique and replayable mix. As deep as his bag is, the moments where it truly reaches the astral plane for me are when all these influences combine rather than sit next to one another. There's the hook to "Sugar", but then the whole of "Tinko Tinko" which is my favourite. The duality of threatening "don't play me for a fool" but ultimately breaking down to a "please don't play with my head, don't keep fucking with my head" refrain a few seconds later -- real songwriting!!! With doom doom doom drums and Michael Jackson gasps for the razzle dazzle. If those same lines were sung into Burna Boy's mic, I could see it breaking a festival ground in half; I have high apple pie in the sky hopes and well wishes that that same reality lies in Obonjayar's future.

Lit-mus Test: 🔥🔥🔥

#obongjayar #some nights i dream of doors #sugar #tinko tinko

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kitkatsgalore · 5 years ago

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“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.” - Lemony Snicket

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beltransadie · 2 years ago

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I finished another animatic! This is the third one I've finished properly and I spent a good amount of time finishing it compared to the previous two. At this point, I just consider animatic making as a way for me to get out of my comfort zone while doing something I actually enjoy.

Here's some art from it:

Some concept paintings I did on a tablet while bored:

(If you can't tell, I really love the first frame xD)

I talk more about 2ha book 2 and the animatic-making process below (because making a thorough essay gushing about it in my cousin's dms isn't enough)

Spoilers for 2ha below.

Why the song?

This one is based off of a random thought where I went "Oh this song fits Chu Wanning pretty well, especially in book 2" and after a good bit of listening to the lyrics, I found that the first verse reflected Mo Ran's inner turmoil too. And I thought why not both? and it just unfolded there.

The first thing I thought of ended up being the sequence where Mo Ran and Chu Wanning are both walking together at the same time at the third verse. And it leands to both of them not wanting to admit but they're okay with that and they'll stay by each other's side even if they don't tell each other the truth.

Doing this sequence was hard and annoying because I had to animate Wanning and Mo Ran individually and time both at different times to the same song. This was also where I realized that Mo Ran has a calm outward demeanor contrary to my initial impression of him.

Mo Ran and Past Life Relationship Trauma

If you look at the very rough storyboard above, I had Mo Ran run towards the screen in panic on his side (left). But that's not how it turned out in the end. Mo Ran is more calm about it compared to Wanning who, inwardly, is panicking throughout most of book 2.

He realized he's in love but is hesitant to actually pursue it because his last relationship with Wanning in his past life doesn't really consider Wanning's say in it. Not to mention it turned out really really well last time huh...

And you say "oh but Mo Ran did confess" and he did, after he was sure that Wanning held feelings for him after he saw that he kept the brocade bag with their hair. And even then, this trauma from his past still manifested with how he approached their relationship.

There's this small passage in where Wanning describes it:

And this conflict is explored more with Mo Ran's section. The animatic actually starts with Mo Ran realizing that he loves Wanning, but instead of being panic-y about it he accepts it and relishes in it and his reaction overall is calmer. He kinda confesses to him in a vague way then.

And I kind of want to go a bit into the part where he looks at Chu Wanning drumming and his face transitions to a memory of him in Mo Ran's past life's memories before Mo Ran rips it apart and throws it to the side coz that one originally was an iffy frame I didn't like.

And by didn't like, I mean it was really sus and it made the animatic unwatchable for me so I had to change it to that. And it turned out for the better coz symbolism! It's him not really liking how that relationship went.

Chu Wanning and Running Away From What's In Front of You

So, contrary to how Mo Ran's section went, I found making Wanning's section more fun because I love drawing him having a tsundere expression, I live for Tsundere Wanning. Like, I know it's super OOC because the way he acts is that there's this really small ripple of emotion that appears on the corner of his eyes and ears, basically he's also pretty good at acting aloof.

How do I start with his sequence... Well, it transitions from Mo Ran helping Shi Mei carry some boxes to Wanning's POV (which I'm very proud of btw). This is kind of why I also found Mo Ran's sequence hard to do because how I built the animatic was:

"Got, got, got it bad" > dual sequence > Wanning's sequence > Mo Ran's sequence.

(Ugh, small mention of how annoying I found the Mo Ran seeing Shi Mei sequence to do because I had to keep in mind the character positions.)

Anyways, while Mo Ran's sequence was pretty much (not-exactly-running-away per se but) him walking through reminiscing memories of his past with Wanning, Wanning's sequence was pretty much him running away from the kinda-obvious signs that Mo Ran likes him.

Because, as far as Wanning knows, Mo Ran likes Shi Mei and he also has to keep in mind his position and image. Now, add to that the weird dreams from Chu-fei's soul fragments which lead up to Book 2 being the blueball fest that it is, his sequence ends up being very chaotic.

We see him running all over the place: exit to the right, enter left to then exit to the bottom of the screen, left then turn around, bottom to up, then backing away from a kneeling Mo Ran (which I totally mean to reference the umbrella scene where Mo Ran practically kneels before him saying he wants to hold the umbrella for him), only to lead from him falling and being caught by Mo Ran.

The catching scene, by the way, was annoying to do because it's the same thing but in four different perspectives.

And it's like... the first thing I did too. (I just redrew the characters at the final pass).

But yeah, Wanning runs away from what's in front of him because he's so insecure with himself and it only took Mo Ran cornering him in a situation he can't run away from before confessing and it's glorious.

Wanning, honey, you got to love yourself more.

Still, can't I just talk about how much I love the frames where he's like somewhat honest with his expressions.

Like I live for that smile.

Oh! Speaking of, that frame appears at a sequence I added after noticing the detail in my reread (like proper reread coz I'm rereading 2HA but physical edition).

Ranwan Forehead Poke

Did you know that there are a total of 7 forehead pokes that happened between Ranwan throughout the whole book?

(At least the ones I managed to search by searching the word "forehead")

Aside from the obvious ones like with Wanning's first death and he used the forehead poke to transfer part of his soul to Mo Ran and Wanning poking Mo Ran's forehead to put a protection charm on him, there are some minor gestures of this scattered all throughout the book.

Most of them are in book 1 and 2, but there's one in book 3 between Taxian-jun and Chu-Fei and (not even a ranwan one but I want to mention) one between Taxian-jun and a very drunk MengMeng-er.

So, anyways, ever since I noticed that small gesture, I ended up adding it at the final sequence of the animatic. Originally, I planned it to be Wanning showing an embarrassed face at Mo Ran and turning away. (The walking away sequence was as originally planned though.) In the final product, it plays out like: Wanning seeing Mo Ran glum, with something in his mind, smiling and poking his forehead as a gesture saying don't worry, and Mo Ran being like blushing and following him as they leave off screen.

Anyways, I live for Ranwan forehead poke.

Bonus forehead poke at previous life ranwan in one of the frames at Mo Ran's sequence.

This one's the forehead poke in book 3 I was talking about.

Post-Processing Moment

I think that's most of what I wanted to talk about in this animatic-making adventure.

Just some random moments that happened while I was polishing this.

So I fucking saved over the file that had Mo Ran's section. I was trying to make a credits sequence and ended up auto-piloting saving over it so no more that. At least there's still the frames and the rough sketch but yeah.

I also found that I can't stop getting the urge to color some of the frames and I think that's a good sign. Like, the amount of colored frames there isn't as much as what As The World Caves In had (glorious final sequence btw, I love rewatching that section) but I wanted to color more even when I think it's already done.

Like, I wanted to color the forehead poke section and the figments of the past in Mo Ran's section, and even the introduction section, oh and add tsundere Wanning to it too. I'll do it someday. More ranwan wallpapers for me :D

Oh I kinda realized by then too that my coloring style has become pretty streamlined.

#2ha #ranwan #erha #animatic #art

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wolfsbane-if · 2 years ago

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Also i never call out anons like this but honest to god I cannot tell what they mean by when they say ch4 is ableist???? I've read it through like 2 1/2 times now and I just cannot see what would cause that.

Like...

Thank you all for reaching out with your input. I didn't hear back from the other anon, although given they'd already expressed that they didn't know how to elaborate, I wasn't exactly expecting to. I appreciate having multiple perspectives to work with regardless, though!

Regarding the "turning is a metaphor for becoming abled" idea:

I suppose I can understand that perspective, although I feel it's extremely removed from the context of the game, and I personally would never consider being a monster as a metaphor for being abled. While Garamond and Harlow do have abilities that offer them advantages over humans in some respects, there are also significant drawbacks to contend with as a supernatural, and I just see it as another way of being.

Regarding the "turning is a metaphor for becoming disabled" idea:

This one I can see. Monsters as a metaphor for any number of real-world marginalised groups isn't an uncommon idea, and if the anon is someone who viewed the turning of the MC as a punishment or tragedy on top of applying that filter, it makes sense that it could leave a sour taste. Hopefully the explanation I provided regarding my intent behind the MC's change will be able to help alleviate some of those concerns, and I also hope it's clear now that Garamond's dislike of the idea of turning someone is a result of trauma from the loss of their mother, rather than some inherit bias against werewolves as a group.

Honestly, I think just about any metaphor could be applied to themes like this, and I certainly won't deny anyone's individual feelings. Even though I'm disabled myself and writing a story that makes me happy, we're all individuals with unique perspectives, and if my writing is a source of discomfort for another disabled person for whatever reason, then those are valid feelings to have regardless of my intentions, as much as it saddens me that my work would be the cause.

Unfortunately though I'm not sure it's possible to account for every interpretation when writing. As you may have noticed, some of the feedback I've been getting has been rather contradictory; and while I'm happy to hear multiple perspectives, it eventually reaches a point where the ideas being expressed are directly opposed to one another, which makes addressing them and knowing which ones necessitate change somewhat difficult.

In case it helps to say it plainly: the monsters of Wolfsbane are not intended as an allegory for any real-life people. They may be relatable - I've certainly drawn on my experiences with isolation and being an outsider in society when informing the choices and feelings of my characters, and I would be shocked if some of that wasn't evident within the text as a result - but I'm not trying to convey any truths about the real world through my work.

I know that people will instinctively find and draw parallels regardless, and that's okay; nothing is created in a vacuum and authorial intent can only go so far. Everyone brings a different interpretation to the work and, even if unintentional, 'problematic' elements should be addressed.

I recognise that monsters as metaphors is extremely prevalent, but nowadays monsters kind of have a fandom of their own, and sometimes a vampire is just a vampire. I love monsters, and I'm excited to play with the elements that different monsters introduce and see how they fit and function in the world. As weird as it sounds, it's similar to how I felt while writing about Mo's convertible in Apartment 3-3 (for those of you who haven't read it, he's a minotaur who can't drive a car with a roof because he doesn't fit). I just really enjoy looking at a character who's not human and going: how would this work?

Anyway this got super long. Thank you again to those of you who are reaching out to offer your insight and help me understand the criticism; I really appreciate having such a supportive community <3

#leftski answers #wolfsbane spoilers #I won't say 'it's not that deep' because it is deep; it's a very emotional story #but I feel like we're in different pools

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spencerreidsconverse · 4 years ago

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When Evil Doesn't Sleep

summary: Spencer has been gone far too long on a case and when he finally returns home, reader shows him just how much she missed him.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, implied dom/sub undertones, pet names

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: My first fic!!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

“Y/n I’m really sorry but it looks like the case is going to take a lot longer than we thought. We had a recent development and the profile is now pointing to a partnership so now we’re hunting down two unsubs”. You sighed as Spencer rattled off his apologies through the phone before putting him out of his misery “Spencer honey, you don’t have to apologize. Quit worrying about me and focus on catching the bad guys.”

To say you missed Spencer would be the understatement of the century. He had been in Utah for six days already and now with a pair of psychos your odds of finding him in your bed by the end of the week were growing increasingly slim. It didn’t help that you had been swamped prepping for an extra class you’d agreed to take on at Georgetown where you worked as a Criminal Psychology professor. Between both of your hectic work schedules you hadn’t had a real weekend to yourselves in a few months, and while you knew when you first started dating Spencer that it was an inevitable of his job, it had never been this crazy before. They say evil never sleeps but lately it hasn't even taken a catnap.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll come home to you soon and take you out on a real date. I’m sorry darling, I have to go. I’ll text you when I get to the hotel tonight and if you’re still up we can talk for a bit okay?”. “Alright Spence, I love you too. Stay safe okay?”. “I promise, goodbye love.”

Your farewell barely made it past your lips when the dial tone cut you off and once again your boyfriend of three years vanished from your side of the country. You let out an exasperated sigh before reminding yourself that there were other people who needed his help and that you could wait for his attention - at least until that night. Continuing the trek up the stairs of your and spencer’s shared apartment, you managed to haphazardly balance your grocery bags in one hand while unlocking the door and disabling the security alarm, internally cringing at the high shriek that rattled through your brain.

Walking through the living room, you sat the bags on your kitchen counter and began reorganizing the small fridge space to fit all the perishables you had brought home, absentmindedly hoping they wouldn't spoil now that it would be just you for several more days. Moving to the cupboard you replaced the few grab and go snack boxes you had made up to try and encourage Spencer to eat more throughout the day and refilled the paper plate stash that quickly became a requirement after you realized neither one of you could tolerate doing dishes every night. You ripped open the cardboard packaging of yet another microwave dinner and set the timer before leaving to change into more comfortable attire.

Opening the door of your shared bedroom, the smell of vanilla wax melts and dryer sheets hit you like a brick and immediately sent a pang of loneliness through your chest. Spencer was usually around by the time the chores needed done, and you rarely had to do them yourself. Unfortunately, the laundry was piling up and you needed something to distract you so you spent the day running errands and cleaning the apartment more thoroughly than necessary. You walked over to the stack of black dresser drawers and pulled out the first pair of pajama pants you touched, Spencer’s old caltech sweats that now fit you far better than him considering he had received them when he was 14. They looked more like capris on him now and it was embarrassingly difficult to convince him to buy a new pair that fit him properly. You slipped on a tank top and pulled your hair back before making your way lazily to the bathroom to take off the remnants of your simple makeup.

After scrubbing your face clean and pulling your dinner out, you moved to ready the couch for yet another night of binge watching cheesy 90s movies. You selected Clueless and watched the vibrant colors pop across the screen while you dived into your meal, making a poor attempt to ignore the slight freezer burnt taste that lingered after every bite. You finished your dinner and set the bowl aside before covering yourself with a blanket and allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, desperately awaiting Spencer's text.

You were jolted out of your doze by the loud buzzing of your phone against the wooden coffee table. Clumsily you reached for it and managed to swipe the answer pad before it sent your genius to voicemail. “Hello?” you managed before a yawn ripped its way through you suddenly. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry it’s so late. I didn't mean to wake you, I figured you’d still be up. You should go back to bed love.” For the first time, you noticed the neon green numbers on the microwave. 12:30. You stifled another yawn and shook your head in an effort to wake yourself further “No way, I just dozed off while watching a movie. I was waiting to talk to you. Besides, I’m up now anyways so you might as well stay on with me for a bit. Did you get any further today?” “Well, JJ had the idea that the partners were originally a typical dominant/submissive partnership but that something in the dynamic must have changed because the MO began to deteriorate. We think the partners must have split up now, because we’re finding similar pieces of the previous MO at separate crime scenes.”.

You processed the information he fed you slowly due to your semiconscious state but eventually you put your words in order well enough to respond. “That should be helpful though yeah? I mean, they’re used to working in a partnership so being suddenly separated from your other half so to speak would throw you off track quite a bit right?”. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone as you drew the conclusions the team had come to only a few hours prior. “Yes. We’re hoping to be able to draw them out and trap them. Play them against each other.”.”Does that mean I can stop sleeping on the couch soon?”. You heard him let out a dejected sigh - you knew he hated that you would force yourself onto the cramped couch when you had a king sized bed a few hundred feet away but he understood.

When he had come home in the early hours of the morning after an abrupt end to a case a few weeks after you had moved into his place, he had caught you curled up on the sofa with a throw pillow stuffed under your head. When he questioned you about it the next morning, you simply answered that the bed felt too big without him and that you couldn’t stand the empty feeling. “Sooner than later I hope my love. Y/N I really wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s horrible for your body. It can put you at a much higher risk for chronic back and neck pain as well as-”. “Spence. I’m not a giant like you are. I fit on the couch much better than you do, and I barely notice the difference.”. You both cringed, hearing the lie clear in your voice. Still, Spencer must have felt bad because he humored you. “If you're sure. What did you do today my love?”. You smiled sadly hearing in his voice just how desperate he was to escape from his reality and come home to you.

”Well, I straightened the house. In fact, it’s so clean i think we could use it as a sterilization room.”. He let out a soft chuckle and you could hear him begin to relax as you recounted the rest of your day, excluding the part about the microwave dinner. Spencer loved to tell you how many of the ingredients were one step away from processed garbage and you decided to opt out of the lecture for the evening. He had more than enough to worry about without having to focus on your diet while he was away. After a half hour of light conversation, a loud yawn betrayed you as you were excitedly discussing the cute puppy you had met on the way to the market. Spencer immediately requested that you hang up and get some more sleep but you refused. After a few minutes of bickering, you relented on the condition that he would read to you until you had fallen asleep. You curled up under the fluffy blanket as Spencer’s even voice recited the collection of Grimm’s fairy tales quickly lured you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning as sunlight peered through the curtains, stretching your body out to ease the aches from the previous night. You smiled softly as your screen lit up with a text from Spencer wishing you a good morning and an update that they had a solid plan for boxing in the two unsubs that afternoon. “If all goes to plan I should be carrying you to our bed before midnight tonight.”. Your smile widened and you sent back “Can’t wait to truly see you - and love you- tonight. I’ll be waiting.” You plugged your phone into the charger and straightened up from the night before when your phone went off again. The one word message glared at you from the screen and you let out an involuntary giggle. “Tease.”. You hoped it gave him something to look forward to until he was back in your arms. You sent back a simple “XO” before deciding to reread one of your favorite books for a few hours to kill some time. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch and had a few glasses of water as the clock slowly ticked by. You were over halfway through the lengthy novel when you received another message.

“We apprehended both unsubs. Hotch is postponing the paperwork until Monday so we can go straight home. I’ll see you in a few hours baby.”. You jumped slightly in celebration before finishing your current chapter, marking your place, and all but skipping to the shower to shave and exfoliate your skin. You knew Spencer would still be heavily worked up once he arrived home and luckily, his favorite release included intertwining your bodies as close as possible and loving you sweetly and slowly.

You took your time in the shower careful not to nick yourself with your razor. You scrubbed your scalp with your nails, letting your stress and soreness melt away under the steam. You waited until the water ran cold before turning the knob and stepping out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and blow drying your hair until it layed perfectly even. You applied lotion all over your skin and stepped out of the bathroom to slip on your black silk robe, knowing it wouldn’t be worth it to dress up further. Spencer would be desperate to feel your skin against his and any fabric in his way didn't stand much of a chance.

You made an actual meal for dinner, a pasta dish with chicken that could be easily reheated for Spencer when he grew hungry later in the night. You helped yourself to a serving and after quickly cleaning up the kitchen and storing the leftovers, you retreated to the bedroom to wait for his return.

You were half paying attention to the feed you opted to scroll through on your phone when you heard the door creak open and bags drop to the floor. You set your phone on the bedside table and ran towards the foyer, all but throwing yourself at the exhausted man in front of you. He took a step back from the impact but still enveloped you in his arms and pulled you impossibly tight into his chest. “Hi baby.” you whispered against the scruffy skin of his jawline, peppering kisses up towards his earlobe. He let out a long sigh of relief and picked you up off the hardwood floor, wrapping your thighs around his waist resulting in a high pitched giggle to erupt from your throat. He kissed you then, slowly at first but quickly building more passionate. Your lungs were burning when he finally allowed you to pull away, opting to kiss down your neck to your collarbones and the skin of your chest that was newly exposed as your robe slipped open.

He carefully made his way back to your room, continuing his kisses back up to your shoulder, stopping only to leave marks you knew would only grow darker as time passed. At the very least he was sure to only mark you in places you could cover with little difficulty. “I missed you so much Y/N. The entire ride home all I could think about was you waiting for me in our bed. My gorgeous girl.”. You felt your chest heat up at his words of admiration, wrapping your fingers into his curls and pulling his lips towards your own once more.

You felt him groan against you and moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, slipping it down his arms and tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. He pulled you up with him then, so you were both on your knees, chest to chest as he pulled your robe fully down your back to the swell of your ass where he grasped at you through the slick fabric. You let out a whine and you pulled his belt off, undoing his jeans desperate to continue. He grinned against your neck and pushed you down so you laid flat on your back, completely exposed to him. He kissed at your stomach, making his way down to your inner thighs. He licked a slow wet trail from your pelvic bone to the top of your clit as you whimpered desperately. “Spence, please… I need more”. He humored you, creating slow small circles with his tongue moaning at the taste. You cried out as he created the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, legs threatening to close around his head when he moved to slip one of his fingers easily inside you as the mix of your own wetness and his saliva aided him. He smirked as he felt your thighs flex before using his left hand to throw one of your legs over his shoulders at a time. He pushed a second finger in, curling them up to perfectly reach your g-spot with every thrust. Soon though, you grew impatient with just his fingers. You needed more and you knew just how to get it.

“I want you so bad Spence. I’ve waited for so long and I just can’t anymore. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”. You were positive those words would leave him just as needy as you were and he proved you right when he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and went to line himself up against you. “Wait.”. He stopped immediately, examining your face for any indication of what was wrong. “What’s the matter baby? Are you okay?”. You shook your head and smiled at his concern before switching your positions so his back was resting against the pillows as you straddle his thighs. He smirked at you as he caught on, trailing his hands up the front of your legs to rest at your hips. “You gonna ride me angel?”. You responded with an eager nod and he squeezed your hips, pulling you up further so you were hovering above him. “Sit pretty like my good girl then.”. You whined softly at his words before slowly sinking yourself down around his length, sucking in a harsh breath at the stretch. Even with how wet you were, the adjustment took longer than usual due to the dry spell you were both suffering from as of late.

When you finally felt stretched out enough to move, you slowly ground your hips forward flush against his. He groaned out, lifting you back up so you were almost completely off of him before pulling you back down. You moaned both at the sensation and the idea of being manhandled by the genius below you. You realized what he was asking though, and began bouncing yourself up and down his cock, stopping every few thrusts to grind your clit down on him. You let out soft moans, and after a few more minutes you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips and his breaths quicken. You knew he was close and as if on cue you started rubbing fast circles against your clit as he spoke again.

“Baby girl I’m getting close. You gonna cum with me angel?” You nodded furiously in response and you felt him start thrusting up to meet you. You panted as you hurried towards the edge of your orgasm, holding on until his thrusts grew sloppier. “You ready to cum with me baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” “Yeah.. gonna cum all over your cock Doc.” You fought to keep the grin off your face when he moaned at the title. He thrusted deep into you twice, before he ordered your release. “I want you to cum now baby. Cum all over my cock.” You felt your orgasm rip through you, electricity shooting through your limbs. Spencer groaned loudly as you tightened around him before pulling you down deep and releasing inside you.

You both fought to catch your breath as you rode out your highs before you found yourself slumping against his chest, suddenly drained from your activities. You felt him chuckle at your drastic change in energy as he wrapped his arms around you again. “I know you just washed the bed sheets and we’re both sweaty but do you think a washcloth will suffice for tonight?”. You nodded against his chest before slowly lifting yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back on the other side of the bed. Spencer swiftly made his way across the hall, returning to wipe you down gently with the warm fabric. You shivered as the cool air dried your skin, watching him move throughout your room.

He slipped on a fresh pair of boxers before tossing the washcloth in the hamper along with his previously discarded clothes. He hung your robe on the back of your bedroom door then flipped the light switch off before rejoining you in bed to slip under the blankets with you. You immediately curled up into his chest, sighing contently as the sound of his heartbeat filled your ears. You kissed his chest and whispered goodnight, drifting into your first real sleep since before he left.

The next morning you and Spencer went shopping after you successfully convinced him to upgrade to a smart phone with video call abilities. He had begun to shut down the idea as he always had before but after the mere suggestion of what it could do to better your late night hotel room chats he was the one pulling you towards the nearest phone shop. You smiled politely while Spencer took his sweet time weighing the pros and cons of each model, letting your mind drift to the first time it would come in handy. As you finally neared the checkout counter, you took Spencer's hand in your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. After running his card through the machine, the salesgirl gave him the small plastic bag and wished you both a good afternoon.

As you exited the shop, you looked up at him, nudging him to get his attention “What do you think of an app controlled vibrator?”. He stared at you incredulously for a few moments, almost stopping dead in his tracks. After recovering from the initial shock at the vulgarity of your suggestion, he shook his head with a soft smirk and nudged back against you. “Tease.” he called you once more. “That’s the reason you love me right?”. He pulled you into his side, kissing you softly. “One of many Y/N. One of many.”

#spencer reid #Spencer reid/reader #spencer reid/you #Spencer reid x reader #Spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #cm #Spencer reid smut #smut #Spencer reid x you #Spencer reid fanfiction

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years ago

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Cuddles and soft sex with Old Man Boba(Who’s really only 41)

@peacefulwizardfox requested some Old Man Boba cuddles, so I did that and more!

Notes: This is for everyone who doesn’t hate old man Boba. If you hate his body then get the fuck off my blog :) Those of you who love his body? Enjoy some fluff and smut

Also! I am a legends whore so some legends Boba content is in this

Spoilers for season 2 of the Mandalorian chapter 14 kinda?

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, grumpy Boba being grumpy Boba, teasing, joking around, smut, soft smut, more fluff, Boba is beefy and it’s sexy

^^^^^^^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THIGH JIGGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!^^^^^^^

You laid on Boba’s large naked chest, tracing your fingers delicately along the many scars that covered his dark skin. Your long term lover watched you, his dark brown eyes hypnotizing. “You're beautiful, you know that right?”

Boba huffed a laugh, “I was eaten up by Sarlacc stomach acid for two days…..I’m getting old and-” You covered his beautiful mouth with your hand. “You’re still the most handsome man in the universe to me. And Boba, Cyar’ika, you’re forty one. You’re not old.” Boba rolled his eyes at you being sappy and sweet. He loved the attention though, but he’d never admit it.

“You’re going to make my teeth rot out one day.” Boba muttered and you shrugged, “You’re just saying that as an excuse because your old ass-” He slapped your bare ass and you yelped. “I’m kidding!” You laughed at his teasing glare and crawled on top of him fully. You kept laughing, Boba didn’t laugh but a small smile pulled at your lips. You knew it was hard for him to hold back a dumb grin and some chuckles.

Once Boba had hit forty you began making old man jokes here and there. You’re lucky you’re not human leather by now. Boba hated the jokes, but they were pretty funny.

He wrapped his thick arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. You buried your face in his neck, breathing in his wonderful scent. You both smelled of sex and one another, and it was addicting. You two had been in bed all day, since Slave I was on autopilot to your next destination. It was rare having a lazy day with “Mr. Works himself to death.”

Boba was always grumpy, even in bed when you two are cuddling. It’s just his personality, so it was easy to poke at the bear. You began kissing his neck, which was very very sensitive. Boba grunted and batted at you, clearly half asleep. You narrowed your eyes and kept teasing his neck with your lips and tongue. Boba could only huff and squeeze your ass as a weak defense.

You two had been sleeping and having sex all day, so he clearly didn’t mind. His bare cock sure didn’t mind either. Boba opened his eyes when you teasingly grinded your hips down against his, a growl ripping from his throat. You smirked and kissed him deeply, his lips fitting perfectly with yours. His hard cock was pressed against you, but not where Boba wanted it.

Boba gave you a fake irritated look when you pulled away, a smirk pulling at your lips. You’re lucky Boba was in a good mood, so he was letting you tease. If he wasn’t? You’d be under him and being rutted into like a bitch in heat.

You dragged your lips, tongue and teeth along his scarred throat. Boba exposed more of his throat, clenching his jaw when your teeth nipped his Adam's apple. Your mouth moved to his collar bones, then to his chest. You felt like worshipping your sexy bounty hunter lover, so you’d do exactly that.

His beautiful body was scarred and worn from the stressful life of a bounty hunter, Sarlacc acid, and the cruel twin Tatooine suns. It only made him even sexier to you, his scars telling a million stories. With age Boba has gotten thicker, but he kept it mostly muscle. He wasn’t as toned as he used to be, but you didn’t care. There was just more of him to love, to kiss. His stomach and chest have gotten softer, so he was even more comfortable to lay on now.

Boba laid his head back, enjoying your soft warm lips and tongue tracing his sensitive scars. A growl tore from his thick chest when you gently nipped one of his nipples. They were very sensitive for a man who’s worn a chest plate all of his life. Before you could move to his softening stomach he grabbed you and yanked you back to his face. You made an offended noise as he moved you.

“Boba I was doing something!! I can’t ever body worship you?” Boba snorted sarcastically, “You just enjoy the taste of my cock.” You got in his face, your nose brushing his, “Perhaps.” You sneered, your lips hardly brushing his. He smiled, but quickly hid it by yanking you into a passionate kiss. Fuck he loved you and your smart mouth.

Boba never lost the fire that burned within him, and you could always tell by the heat behind his lips. You nearly screamed in surprise when he flipped you over, pinning you down. “I wanted to be on top.” You huffed like a child, Boba just gave you a bemused look.

“Then don’t be slow.” He smirked when you glared at him. Boba, of course, got payback when he gently nipped one of your nipples. You moaned, the glare not leaving your face. “Bastard.” He chuckled at your word, his lips connecting with yours once again.

You and boba had been together for a while now, so he knew your body perfectly. He spread your things apart with his calloused hands, letting you know to throw your legs around his thick waist. His hot lips never detached from yours as he settled himself comfortably between your legs. His lips were so blinding that you hardly even noticed the change in position until he grinded his cock against your lips teasingly.

His taste was so addicting and erotic that you whined when he pulled away so you two could breathe. He smirked and moved his mouth to your neck, making sure to mark you up even more than he did earlier.

You moaned as his calloused hands began to play with your nipples, hardening them into peaks quickly. He moved his right hand away to trace a thick calloused finger along your slick folds. Boba smirked, “You’re so easy.” He nearly purred, causing you to blush. “You’re just sexy and very good at this.” You whispered, nipping his ear softly. Boba hummed, not disagreeing.

Boba kissed you again, his tongue wrestling with yours. You moaned into his mouth as he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked entrance. You gripped his muscular shoulders, your nails ripping open the scratches from earlier. Boba groaned, loving the slight sting. Boba was a little self conscious about his scars, but he loves the ones you give him.

He buried his face into your neck when he pushed into you, his large cock filling you perfectly. Boba always filled you to the brim, his cock hitting every deep spot inside of you. You cried out his name, gripping his muscular body tightly. The sensation of him caused your walls to grip him tightly, making it hard for Boba to control himself

“Fuck you’re always so tight.” He growled out the words, his voice gruff from pleasure. You went to snark back a reply about him having a big cock. Instead, Boba shifted his hips slightly and your train of thought derailed. He smirked at your gasping reaction, he knew exactly where your special spots were. He was cocky about it too.

Boba began at a slow rhythm, taking his sweet time. Your body moved perfectly with his, your cunt squeezing around his shaft like a vice. Boba wasn’t the most vocal man, but you knew how to draw out those sweet erodic noises from him.

You dragged your nails along his scalp to the back of his neck, the sensitive skin there always fun to tease. Boba shivered, his cock twitching deep inside of you. Boba picked up his pace, his thrusts now deeper. He moaned loudly at your teasing touches, which only made your walls quiver around him.

The sensation of his lips on your neck, along with one of his hands playing with your nipples was enough to drive you mad alone. You had already cum a few times today, so you were incredibly sensitive.

Boba panted in your ear, his hot breath causing you to shiver. “That’s it baby.” He moaned the words out, his pace picking up. The small bedroom of Slave I was filled with absurd sounds of skin against skin and of your wet cunt. Boba nipped your ear, his scarred body pressed flush against yours. “That’s my good girl, so close for me.”

You whined at his heated words, your walls squeezing him even tighter. You knew not to cum before Boba said so, but he made it really hard for you. “Boba!” You dug your nails even deeper into his skin as he thrusted into your hot core faster.

“Boba please.” You threw your head back, the noises combined with the sensations driving you wild. You knew he loved it when you begged, so you begged. “Boba baby!” You cried, “Please please let me cum!!” Boba’s cock twitched at your words, a loud moan leaving his lips.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He gave a few more rough thrusts, his orgasm just as close as yours. “Cum with me.” He snarled out the words, which made you cum hard. His warm seed filled you to the brim as you screamed out his name like a prayer.

You saw spots when you came, your throat already sore from your screams of pleasure. Boba rode out his orgasm with yours, his hips bucking softly. Once he was finished he pulled out, which made you whine at the loss.

Boba rolled onto his back, pulling you back onto his chest. You nuzzled your face between his large pectorals, your body feeling like jello. You were half asleep, enjoying Boba’s warmth and body.

“Cyar’ika.” He muttered, stirring your cock drunk mind. You blinked at him, a chuckle leaving his lips at your glare. “We should probably shower and prepare for-” You cut him off with a tight hug, “mo.” You mumbled, your words muffled by his large chest.

Boba sighed and stroked your hair, “Come on-” You hugged him tighter and he grunted. “You have to feel gross.” You snorted loudly at him, your face not moving from his chest. Boba sighed and laid his head back.

“You’re lucky I love you.” He continued to stroke your hair, “Five more minutes and that's it.” You pressed a kiss between his pectorals. Boba rolled his eyes at your muffled, “M...’love you too.”

After five minutes you were both sound asleep in one another's arms, forgetting completely about the job he had to get done soon. Your cuddles were more important to him though, but he’d never admit that.

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sandsorghum · 3 years ago

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JJK Week Day 1 - Sports AU

Prompt by @jujutsukaisenweek

A/N: Phew, just made it within the hour! I'm not great with sports, so I had to really rack my brain for this one. It's pure fluff and overall I'm pretty glad with how it turned out ^^

I ended up going with a rather niche sport because maybe I just wanted an excuse to put Nanami in jodhpurs, sue me. Though the visuals indicate Polo, I leave it to your imaginations whether it's Dressage, Horse Racing or Jumping! Indulgent sexy, expensive EquestriaNanamin. Enjoy!

WC: 3.9K

Warnings: None, unbeta'd though

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humour

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"Kaito, good morning! Did you rest well?"

As usual, Kaito ignores you, merely releases a huff through his nostrils and stamps his feet.

"Ok, ok I'll get a move on. It's so stuffy, you think I like spending that much time around here?"

Kaito jerks his head to the side with a snort, impatiently indicating you should start your duties for the day. You feel his gaze, somehow both bored and boring into your back as you amble over to the corner where all the equipment is kept.

"I had that dream again last night, of your friend," you remark casually as you pick up a broom and dustpan. Kaito grunts noncommittally, familiar with where the story's headed as you start to sweep.

"Felt like a movie in slo-mo, even though he executed each round in typical, flawless fashion. And maintaining his composure out there in sweltering weather too, it must get hot under that helmet but gosh - the way those blonde locks gleam under the sun," you muse, leaning on your broom. Kaito looks down his nose at you. With scorn, you're sure.

"What? I can't help it," you sigh, starting to bustle around again, "he's almost as pretty as you, which is fitting I suppose. Though these dreams are kinda driving me crazy, what do you think I should do?"

Kaito contributes nothing to the conversation of course, because he is, in fact, a horse. And couldn't care less about human matters, especially those of the heart. It seems he does the equine equivalent of a nonchalant shrug as he lowers his head to his feed bucket.

Well, it's not like you expected him to understand anyway, but at least the animal was a pair of ears that would endure your idle chatter, in a way most people capable of comprehending human language wouldn't.

Dumping the contents of the dustpan into the bin, you continue, "Actually, you performed pretty splendidly that afternoon as well! You two are finally starting to get along huh?"

Kaito nickers softly, and you wonder if it's an indication of assent, till you peer into the trough.

"Oh, you want more oats? I'm not supposed to give you so much for breakfast though, they say you're particularly food motivated..."

There's a rustling sound as Kaito tosses his mane petulantly and you laugh, reaching out your hand to pat the creature's thick, strong neck

"Ok, ok you already smelled them on me huh? Just don't tell anyone." You pull a Pink Lady out of your pocket, presenting it on your open palm. Kaito draws a giggle from you as his velveteen lips tickle your hand.

"Fine, I'll keep this a secret but in exchange you gotta give me some advice, Kaito. I don't wanna be kept up by thoughts of your handsome friend, how can I get a better night's rest-"

"You might try some chamomile tea."

Startled by the sudden voice, you drop the half eaten fruit, having the sense to nudge it under some loose hay behind your heels. Kaito huffs in irritation as his sweet snack disappears, his head dipping behind the stall gate to chase it.

"M-Mr Nanami? What- what are you doing here? Practice doesn't start for another hour."

"Two hours actually," he says drily. He strides toward you and your eyes are drawn to the shapely curves of his calves accentuated by the shin-high leather riding boots. Your gaze quickly flits up over the taut seams along his strong thighs highlighted by slim-fitted khakis (it wouldn't do for him to notice your eyes lingering just below that belt buckle.) You also notice Nanami isn't wearing his typical blazer today, meaning the way the buttons of his Oxford shirt strain against that muscled chest is on full display before you.

The smooth swell of fabric comes to a stop directly in front of you, and you hear the sonorous bass reverberate from somewhere deep within those plush pectorals.

"I thought I might catch the criminal who was making my steed so pudgy."

You wrench your eyes from Nanami's chest, instantly regretting it as you meet his stern gaze in those coffee brown irises, a dark-roast arabica scrutinizing your guilty expression and how you gulp down any excuses.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," you stammer, opting for a straightforward demonstration of remorse, but the corners of his mouth only twitch further down.

"If he puts on more weight, that means at least another hour of exercise - and who do you think has to be the one responsible for making him canter around in the hot sun?"

He shakes his head as you stumble over another apology, caught in your lungs as you abruptly catch a whiff of his cologne when he bends past you to snatch up the discarded fruit, your brain short-circuiting on an aroma of verbena, crisp linens and just a hint of basil.

"Now who could be such a careless criminal, leaving their evidence out in the open?" Nanami frowns at the apple core he has pinched by the stem between thumb and forefinger, examining it with forensic focus.

You snatch it back to stuff it in your pocket, mumbling, "I don't do it daily and it was just going to be the one, I swear-"

Your sentence gets cut off by a distinct thump as another apple, this time green in colour, drops from your pocket in your haste to hide the proof of your original misdemeanor. You feel both you and Nanami's gaze track the fruit as it rolls to a stop by his ankle.

There's a prolonged moment of silence before your voice cracks it, laced with shame. "I - that one's mine, I was saving it to eat later."

You stoop to swiftly retrieve the Granny Smith, deliberately ignoring the way Nanami stiffens when your shoulder inadvertently brushes against his thigh on your way back up.

You dust it off against your shirt, taking an exaggeratedly large bite.

"Mmhhh, yep, I just love apples of all kinds," you declare, willing your tears not to spill past the edges of your ducts as the sour flesh bursts across your taste buds.

"Well, that makes two of us here then," Nanami calmly delivers his observation as he plucks the first apple from your hand, turning to give it to Kaito who eagerly finishes it.

Perhaps three, he thinks to himself as he watches you from the corner of his eye, valiantly chomping your way through the unpleasantly tart apple, wholly committed to your fib while he discretely admires the iridescent twin trails tracked across your face, one of a single tear gliding across your cheek, and the other of the juice glistening as it dribbles past your lips down your chin.

"Perhaps we'd better get rid of that evidence." He stretches an open palm toward you, expectant. "Your breath will smell of apples."

You chuckle, "Nobody's gonna get close enough for tha-"

Suddenly you feel the texture of leather clasped against your cheek, a gloved thumb brushing at the corner of your eyes and a forefinger swiping against your lower lip, causing you to gasp aloud. Shocked, you drop the apple into his waiting hand.

"You're being plenty obvious in other ways, young lady," Nanami remarks, inspecting the fruit, turning it around. Then, he takes a cautious nibble, directly over where your mouth had been molded across its flesh, moments ago. He grimaces as acidity invades his senses, squinting at you with one eye open as your jaw drops wide.

"You genuinely enjoy this variety too?"

"Um...not gonna lie, some are better than others," you admit.

"Well, good thing we have someone who can appreciate apples of any species then." Somehow the timbre of Nanami's chuckle invites just as much warmth to flood your cheeks as his grazing touch had earlier.

Kaito releases a pleased huff, delighted by his master's unexpected generosity.

"Sorry about er, the extra exercise he'll have to do later."

Nanami dismisses you with a wave of his hand, lowering it to affectionately rub between his horse's ears.

"Kaito's supposed to be on a diet, as you well know. Or are you perhaps new around here?"

You shake your head. "No, I started about half a year ago. I just transferred over from the evening shift."

"Ah, hence the late nights. You must still be adjusting."

"Sort of," you say sheepishly, scarlet returning in a riptide as you regard the true source of your sleeplessness gazing at you with an indiscernible expression.

"Actually, uh, you weren't out there listening for long, were you?"

"Just long enough to catch you bribing my partner and skiving off work." Nanami raises a brow. "Is there something else I should know?"

"N-no, just er...Kaito's stools were a little firmer than usual?"

You want to smack yourself - did you just really resort to discussing manure with the most expensive smelling man you've encountered?

But instead of the quizzical or disgusted expression you anticipate, a slightly more serious one settles over his face.

"I see, I'll bring it up with his vets. Thank you for telling me, and for taking such good care of him."

You beam, a sense of pride bubbling up within you. "Of course, it's my job, which I had better get back to - before you make a complaint to my superiors." You quip, sauntering to the back of the stables.

You glance behind you, surprised to see him follow you while rolling his sleeves up, revealing forearms flexing with thick tendons and braided steel.

"Sir?"

"Allow me to assist you," he explains, broad fingers curling around a pitchfork.

"Mr Nanami, I couldn't possibly. I promise I can manage fine, despite what you've seen - or heard - of my work ethic."

"I have a couple of hours to kill, remember?" He hoists a hay bale to the side, biceps bulging beneath his shirt, the strong lines of his sternum arching prominent for a moment. Somehow, all the excuses have perished in your throat.

The two of you work wordlessly, efficiently, like this for a while, till you meet back up at Kaito's stall, grasping the animal's bedding beneath your arms. After depositing it on the floor, you watch Nanami fasten straps of the saddle around his steed with practiced ease, movements mesmerizing in their effortless sequence.

"Adjust his reins for me, please," he requests, not looking up from his task. You comply, worn leather snaking through your palms as you feed it through loops and buckles.

"You're rather likeable, I think."

You clutch the reins, caught off guard by the random comment.

"E-excuse me?"

Nanami walks around to Kaito's head, playing with his mane as he stands near you.

"I've been with this guy for the past seven years, and haven't seen him warm up to any stranger as fast as he has with you. So, he likes you."

"He likes them apples," you joke with a wink at Nanami, whose lip twitches.

He shakes his head, "Somehow I doubt it's just that. Even for me, it took three years before he allowed me to develop a bond. With an abundance of sugar cubes. So, you must be something special."

Nanami leans toward you, peering deep into your eyes.

"R-rein it in?"

You see perplexity, then embarrassment, descend over his features at your reaction, as Nanami quickly glances away.

"I - I meant, the reins. Did you want me to take them in any further than this?"

"Oh." Nanami examines the tension of the straps with a light tug before nodding at you, leaving them in your hands as he heads out to open the gates beyond the paddock.

You lead Kaito out of his stall, waiting patiently for Nanami to return. When he does, he has a pair of helmets in his hands. You look at him, puzzled, as he holds one out to you.

"We have to exercise him, to make up for earlier," a small smile lines Nanami's lips and you feel your heart race.

"Sorry, I think I lost you after we."

Nanami exhales amusement through his nose at your apparent obtuseness.

"You're the one responsible for fattening him up recently, aren't you? Besides, Kaito will burn more calories with the weight of two on him. Plus, you're already wearing jodhpurs."

"I - I don't know if it's a good idea, we aren't all that familiar-"

"It's fine. He trusts you, I can tell." Nanami gets down on one knee to assist you, before glancing up and hesitating, as if something's just occurred to him. "Unless - what you said just now - 'we aren't all that familiar', you meant...us?"

It's the first time he's spoken so haltingly, all assurance vanished. From this angle, with Nanami knelt before you in an uncomfortable position, an even more uncomfortable fuchsia tint dawning on his face, you see an unbearably adorable anxiousness cloud his eyes.

"You know, I mentioned Kaito's poop earlier," you remark, taking the helmet and snapping its clasps beneath your chin. You see Nanami's brows furrow at this apparent non-sequitur, even as you note the relief pooling in his gaze as you accept his suggestion.

"So I'm definitely doing this out of pure concern for your horse's health," you declare, ignoring the tantalizing prospect of Nanami's thighs and the palms crossed above them. Instead, you slip your foot into the stirrup and launch your other leg up over the saddle in one fluid motion.

Nanami's expression of astonishment melts into admiration with a wry smile as he says, "Maybe one rider's enough today. You're sure you've not mounted my horse before?"

You smirk, "Is that supposed to be some kind of innuen-oh!"

Kaito kicks up a front hoof, suddenly impatient, and you gasp, clutching desperately at the pommel to prevent tipping too far back. Nanami merely chuckles as your composure shatters. Still, your death grip on dignity matches the one you have on the reins as you mutter, "Look, this unnecessary regimen was your idea ok? If Kaito's going on any joyrides, you'd better be the one in the hot seat."

You scooch forward in the saddle, glancing pointedly at Nanami who simply shakes his head with a faintly amused smile, slapping his horse's rump as he remarks, "Steady on Kaito, let's be gentle. It's her first time after all."

You squeak in protest as the impact of Nanami's large hand sends a sharp jolt that you can feel, even through the saddle. Thankfully, Kaito doesn't take it as a cue to bolt, staying still save for the flick of his tail at your companion to encourage him to hurry up, while Nanami leisurely fits the helmet over his head, obscuring his golden halo.

At 17 hands high, Kaito's an imposing beast, you're sure he'll make a prize stallion someday. Centuries of strength and power radiate from his back, legends of an ancient wilderness and vast plains pump through his veins, as you feel the thermal flex of thoroughbred muscles between your thighs - but even all this doesn't distract from a much more immediate heat suddenly molding itself against the small of your back, bracketing your own thighs, hips flushed tight to your own.

You attempt to suppress a shudder even as warm hands settle over your own, dwarfing them. And then Nanami's voice, much gentler than it has any right to be, rasps by your ear in a warm gust of air.

"Shall we?"

You nod, and Nanami clicks his tongue, signalling his steed to start off with a quick trot, hooves swiftly picking up speed as Kaito responds to some deep-seated yearning and instinct to roam free.

Everything is overwhelming, the jolt of your bodies against each other with every forward rocking motion of the horse, Nanami's steady, soothing grasp over your white knuckles, the not unkind chuckle as he strokes a calloused thumb over them in a bid to get you to relax and enjoy the breeze that picks up as Kaito launches into a full canter. It brings with it the tangle of your sweat, Nanami's scent and the creature's musk, combining into a heady aroma that has you feeling slightly dizzy. Distantly, you're aware of the man directly behind you (it feels like every fibre of your being is straining not to grind your ass against his crotch in this position) trying to make conversation, asking about your entry into the esoteric equestrian world. So you tell him your origins, how you've grown up with them and developed a love for these clever, elegant, sturdy creatures early on in your childhood. You even regale Nanami with a tale about your first pony and the first bone you broke from a riding accident, and in exchange, Nanami tells you about his most recent injury.

Just like that, an hour gallops by, occasionally interspersed with silence or your hitched breaths when Nanami's strong grip encircles your waist as a particularly rough patch of the path comes up, or a steeper than average incline of a hill, incentivizing Kaito to kick his hooves up even higher. But Nanami is a perfect gentleman, his arm abandoning you the instant the danger's past. You wonder if you could muster up the courage to persuade it to stay securely wrapped around you, if you dare ask Nanami to keep the warmth of his touch bound to your belly stoking a mounting inferno within.

Alas, before you can dwell further on such a brazen request, the two of you have arrived back at the paddock. Kaito slows to a standstill eventually and Nanami is the first to dismount comfortably, expectantly waiting on the ground.

He calls out your name again when you don't make a move.

"My legs are um, kinda jelly, it's been a while since I've ridden for so long."

The edge of Nanami's mouth tilts up, with an arrogance that's starting to become aggravatingly familiar.

"You could get yourself on but not off?"

There's a shade of mockery in his tone that elicits a retort from you, poorly-worded (unfortunately, only in retrospect.)

"I can get myself off just fine, thank you very much!" you snap.

In the moments you take to cautiously shuffle your other leg over to the same side, facing Nanami, you don't immediately notice your Freudian slip. You're only alerted to what you've said when you glance up at the sound of Nanami awkwardly clearing his throat, lips pursed but arms spread wide.

"As entertaining as watching you struggle to...get yourself off - your words, not mine," he reminds you as a furious blush blooms against your cheeks, "Unfortunately we don't have the luxury of time for that. So, jump."

You hesitate, it might only be a little leap, but it still felt awfully high. Nanami takes a step forward.

"Would you prefer a safer option?" He sounds sincere this time. Swallowing your nerves (and pride) you nod.

It's too sudden, though he had signaled his intentions far in advance, the way Nanami's arms snake around your hips and under your thighs, flexed, uncompromising. Warm, so warm. You feel the pull of him brace you against the abrupt tug of gravity, yet still clutch your hands around Nanami's nape, as if trying to wrench the gasp back into your lungs from his scalding touch.

You feel humour reverberate through him at your exaggeration of a reaction, even as the world rights and steadies itself into some semblance of normalcy. But your feet haven't quite resumed contact with something more solid and reassuring (perhaps the earth couldn't match the sturdiness of Nanami's powerful torso, but you could hardly stay in this position for much longer.)

"Y-you can let go of me now, please," you mumble, loathing how your voice trembles.

"After you." His chuckle is full-throated if a little muffled. You glance down, and mortification wholly consumes you. The lack of audibility is attributed to how you've got Nanami's face crushed to your ribs, and now you can feel the hard ridge of his nose pressed to the underside of your bosom, as well as the light twitch of his lips as he fights back a sneaky smile, concealed against the fabric covering your cleavage.

"Oh god, I'm so so sorry, Sir," you babble, swiftly releasing the back of his neck and gratefully dropping back down. Unfortunately, your legs haven't quite caught up with the urgency of humiliation and you stumble. This time you're the one with the face squashed to an ample chest; you're certain that when the deities designed Nanami, they must have mixed up marble and flesh, feeling the sculpted swell of his pronounced pectorals, even if it was for a mere moment.

You wish you could stay here forever, delay the shame of meeting his gaze, but you know there's an exponential relation between the disgrace you've already committed and the seconds you're squandering on impudence, lingering in this position. So you spring away in an instant, the vivid thudding of Nanami's chest fading. Its echo in your ears is the sole indication he's human, just like you.

Well, not exactly like you. His countenance isn't awash in scarlet, dyed in a summer sunset. You can only imagine the shadows those high, stern cheekbones would cast though, final rays of glory finding their purpose of illumination before submitting to the horizon.

You attempt to apologise again when you feel a firm grip just above your elbow, pulling you up to meet a mildly concerned gaze.

"I'm fine," you answer before Nanami even opens his mouth to ask.

"I hope your thighs won't be sore tonight."

Your ears redden but as you look into Nanami's eyes, just like his tone, there's an absence of an ulterior motive or suggestiveness. Not even a glimmer of mischief.

You dust yourself off and shrug. "I'm used to it."

"Used to your thighs being sore?'

Ah, and there's the vaguest spark now. You wave your hand at him, as if that would quell the butterflies in your belly too.

"Don't worry, I expect to be able to walk tomorrow."

"I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning then."

"Tomorrow?"

Nanami smiles, stroking Kaito's forelocks. "Today was good for him, I think we can keep it up. Anyway," Nanami turns back to you, his hand reaching out, brushing against your cheek. You still completely as he plucks a wisp of hay from your hair, letting it drift to the ground.

"I think he rather enjoyed you riding him."

The horse whinnies and Nanami hums, "See, Kaito agrees. Mh, what was that? You want me to tell her something?" Nanami cocks his head to the side, pretending to listen.

You don't dare discover if that ember in his eyes is a full blaze by now, so you train your stare on the tuft of straw, waiting for Nanami to relay his horse's message. Hence, you don't realise how he's closed the distance between you, until you feel his conspiratorial whisper tickle the shell of your ear.

"He said: Next time, bring sugar lumps, then we'll fall for you even faster."

Your head snaps up to object and ask 'what about his strict diet!' but Nanami's already swung back up onto his steed and is trotting off.

You stare at their rapidly shrinking silhouettes, making sure you're well beyond their sight before you bend and snatch up the wisp of hay, twiddling it between your fingers before surreptitiously pocketing it.

Had Nanami really said "we"?

In the distance, the equestrian glances over his shoulder to wave farewell at you, ensuring he's far enough of out earshot before he hums by his horse's ear, "Guess the two of us have a new favorite source of sweetness, huh?"

Kaito neighs loudly, the wind carrying his answer and Nanami's bright laugh back to you.

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Dirty Little Secret | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

It's midnight PST which means I'm so far past the deadline for @footballffbarbiex's Summer Writing Challenge but I don't really care. Please enjoy the millionth version of 'sneaking around with a rival' but with DCL. This one's for the babes: @sweetlikesugar9 @dclsbaby @domspeach

Word Count: 3,610

Warnings: light mentions of smut, sneaking around

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Your phone felt heavy in your pocket. You wanted so badly to pull it out and reread the text you’d been sent an hour ago, but then Jordan would be suspicious and you didn’t want to try to cobble together some half-assed explanation that would ultimately end in disaster.

“Are you listening to me?” Jordan asked, huffing your name in frustration. “I swear, you’ve been spacy for the last week. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lied, rolling your eyes. Jordan gave you a disbelieving look, so you elaborated, “Work has been kicking my ass and I’m annoyed, okay? I know it’ll pass, but I’d just like it if you let me handle it on my own.”

Jordan’s face softened. “I’m sorry. And I won’t, alright?” When you nodded, he continued, “But you know that if you ever need me to step in and use my name, I will.”

“I know,” you said, giving him a teary-eyed smile. “You know how much I don’t want that, but if it comes down to it, I’ll let you know.”

“It’s just...you’re my little sister, and I worry about you.” Jordan wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into a hug.

“Yeah, yeah - I appreciate it.” You paused, finally remembering the conversation from earlier. “Wait, you were saying something about England?”

Jordan smiled, launching into the conversation. “I just got the call from Southgate today. He told me I’ll be part of this upcoming England squad.”

“What?! Jordan, that’s incredible!” You squealed, wrapping him up in a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks. I was hoping I’d get the call-up, but with each camp, you never know. And I get older every year and-”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you scoffed, waving him off. “You’ve done so much for the club and you deserve this. Take the win and move on.”

“I hate it when you’re right, you know.”

You giggled, shoving him playfully. “It feels weird to be the one dispensing life advice to my older brother, so don’t worry, it’s just as weird for me, too.”

You left Jordan’s place a little while later, promising to help him plan an England get-together once the rest of the squad was announced.

Once you were back home, you finally pulled up the text you’d been both excited for and dreading about replying to.

Dominic: When can I see you again?

Just as you started typing, the three dots on his end popped up and you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that pooled in your belly when his latest text came through.

Dominic: I just got good news. Come over and celebrate?

You: I’m on my way

***

The moment Dom opened his front door, his lips were on yours. He pinned you against the door, kissing you hungrily as his hands slid up your shirt. You moaned into his mouth, loving the way his body fit against yours as he swallowed the sound.

“What…” Your thought was cut off as Dom sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck. “What was the good news?”u

“Later,” Dom hummed, nibbling on your earlobe. “I wanna celebrate first.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” You giggled, the sound quickly turning to a breathy whimper as one of Dom’s hands slid between your legs. “Fuck, Dom! It makes sense - please just take me to bed.”

Dom smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, kneeling between your legs as he started to undress you. It had only been a little over a month since the two of you started sleeping together, but neither of you could get enough of each other.

Your name was on his lips as he sucked a mark into your hip, watching as you dug your heels into the mattress while he kissed his way up your inner thighs before sucking on your clit and making you cry out. “You’re always so responsive for me,” he praised, chuckling as he slid two fingers inside you. “So sexy.”

“Please, Dom!” You whimpered, burying your fingers in his curls. “Please make me cum already!”

He responded to your pleas, flipping you over onto your stomach and driving his cock into you. One hand was around your throat, the other smacking your ass as pure filth spewed from his mouth with every thrust. Dom made you feel dirty in the best possible ways and it wasn’t long before you were cumming around his cock, feeling his cum coat your inner walls as he released his own orgasm inside you.

“So, what’s the news?” You asked as you cuddled with Dom, your head on your chest with one hand tracing patterns across his forearm.

“I can’t believe I almost forgot - I got called up to the England squad for this upcoming run of matches.”

He said it so casually that you almost didn’t register what he’d said. “Wait, what?”

“I got another call-up!”

Your stomach bottomed out and you thought you were gonna be sick. “Dom, that’s amazing!” You said, hoping he didn’t notice how preoccupied you sounded.

“Thank you!” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a much more intimate gesture than the two of you usually did, but you didn’t question it. “You’ll come see me play, right?”

“Of course,” you promised, hoping you sounded sincere.

When he drifted off to sleep, you were still up, your mind racing as you tried to figure out how you were going to tell Dom that you were Jordan Henderson’s baby sister.

***

Anfield. Last Spring.

You flashed your Friends and Family pass to the staff, feeling a bit awkward as you looked for Rebecca and the kids. It wasn’t often that you used the ticket Jordan purchased, preferring the season tickets you’d gotten with friends ages ago on the off-chance you were recognized. The only time you did was for Derby matches, and today was no exception; the ‘Henderson 14’ burning a hole in your back as you took your seat.

The whistle blew and the match began. You were as nervous as you always were during Derby matches, your heart in your throat every time Jordan got the ball. You were always worried something would happen to him on the pitch, what with the countless injuries he’d had over the years.

You cheered along with the rest of the spectators when Mo put one in the back of Pickford’s net a couple minutes outside of the 20th. Richarlison scored moments before the end of the first half, tying it up before the start of the second.

There was a penalty call early on in the second half and your heart stopped as you watched Jordan step up to take it. He hadn’t been in good form to take a pen all season, having missed three of his four pens so far, and you peeked through your fingers, hoping the ball would slot right into the back of the net.

...

It didn’t.

It didn’t, and you were devastated. Suddenly, you didn’t want to be wearing your brother’s jersey anymore. You felt sick as all the friends and family of your brother’s teammates gave you sympathetic pats and hugs while the match wore on.

When Mo scored his second of the night, you screamed until you were hoarse. It wasn’t long after that and the final whistle was blowing and the match ended 2-1 in favour of Liverpool. You hugged Jordan tightly when he finally appeared, giving him a small smile. “Sorry about your pen.”

He stiffened and you instantly knew you’d hit a nerve. Sometimes, he was able to laugh these things off, but tonight apparently wasn’t one of those nights. “Fuck off.”

“You’ll get the next one, I’m sure.” You winced internally as the words came out of your mouth and Jordan’s expression darkened.

Your name was an angry growl on his lips as he said, “If you’re trying to make me feel better, just don’t. I don’t need your sunshine and rainbows opinion - if I want it, I’ll ask, got it?”

His condescending tone ignited your own nerve and you got in his face. “Go to hell, Jordan,” you hissed, your eyes involuntarily welling with tears at the angry confrontation. You turned on your heel and stormed off, ignoring Rebecca’s pleas for you to come back.

You sat in your car, waiting for the tears to subside. It wasn’t often that you fought with him, and to make matters worse, you’d been staying with him for a bit while you looked for a place of your own, so you couldn’t even avoid him at home.

Instead of going home, you headed to your favourite pub. It was low key, and you knew there probably wouldn’t be too many people in there so you could drink in peace. You changed out of the jersey, throwing on a t-shirt you found in the backseat of your car, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself than usual.

“Can I buy the next?” A man’s voice asked, and you turned to find Dominic Calvert-Lewin sitting on the barstool next to yours.

“Sure,” you said, giving him a small smile. “As long as you let me buy the one after that.”

“You’ve heard, I take it?” Dom gave you a sheepish smile, ducking his head and looking away.

“I was there. Thought you had it for a minute there when that pen didn’t go in.”

“Me, too. I had a couple good shots in there, but none of them ended up going in.”

“I saw.” Dom gave you a look at your comment and the two of you burst into giggles. “Sorry, I just had to say it.”

“Clearly, you know who I am,” he started, his gaze raking over your body. “Can I at least get your name? You look so familiar...”

You debated giving him your middle name or a fake name altogether, but ultimately gave him your real name, conveniently leaving out your surname. He rewarded you with a full-blown smile that you felt all the way down to your toes; a smile that made you think about what it would be like to kiss those lips.

A couple hours later, and you didn’t have to wonder what it felt like to kiss him. His lips were on yours in the back of the Uber as the two of you headed back to his place. Another hour after that, and you were discovering all the other things his mouth and hands could do, loving the way his body felt against yours.

When you left in the morning, you felt like you had a secret that was only yours to keep - and Dom’s, of course - but this was you sticking it to your brother by sleeping with one of his rival club’s players while also getting some much-needed sex.

A week later, you were grinning down at your phone as you read Dom’s latest text.

Dom: So, when can I see you again?

***

Jordan’s House, Present Day

“We’ve got everything we need, right?” Jordan asked, frantically looking around his kitchen. The counter was fully-stocked with all the alcohol he could possibly need, there was enough food to feed an army, and everything was as it should be.

“Yes,” Rebecca confirmed, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss. You shut your eyes and made a face, still not used to seeing your brother be intimate with his wife. “Everything’s going to be great. The team should be arriving in about an hour, so don’t go too crazy waiting for them, okay?”

Jordan nodded and you laughed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do that. “Well, if neither of you need me, I’m gonna go nap in the guest room,” you announced. “Wake me if I sleep through my alarm?”

“Sure.”

You went up to the guest room, setting your alarm to give yourself half an hour to get ready for the party.

***

The party was on by the time Dom walked through the door. Someone put a beer in his hands and he made the rounds, catching up with players he hadn’t called teammates since the last call-up.

“Hey!” Hendo shouted, waving at Dom from his lounge chair by the pool. “Calvert-Lewin, as I live and breathe. How are you?”

Dom brought it in for a hug, laughing. “I’m good, I’m good.”

“I’d ask how you’re coping with losing to us yet again in the Derby, but I’m sure you had no problem finding some willing girl to console you.”

“Now that you mention it, I’ve been seeing this girl for a few months now. Hooked up with her the night we lost to you and haven’t really looked back.”

“Good for you. She coming to the matches?”

Dom shrugged. “Not sure yet. Haven’t really done much talking, if you know what I mean.”

Hendo smirked. “Nice.”

Just as Dom was about to say more, Rebecca came running over. “Jordan, have you seen your sister? I think we’re running out of drinks and she said she’d run to the store if we needed her to and well, we need her to.”

“Is she not up from her nap?” Hendo asked, his brows furrowing when Rebecca shrugged. “Okay, can you go see if she’s awake? I’ve kind of got my hands full.”

“Yeah, I-”

“Mummy!” One of the kids ran up to Rebecca, drawing her attention away. “Dom! Good to see you! Can you go wake my sister-in-law?”

“Sure. Where is she?”

Hendo gave him directions and Dom was off, searching for the guest bedroom.

“Hello?” He asked, lightly knocking on the closed door. When he got no response, he turned the handle and opened the door. “Hendo’s sister?”

***

Shit. You’d slept through your alarm and now someone was waking you up. And to make matters worse, they were calling you ‘Hendo’s sister’. “What?” You asked groggily, shifting.

“Your brother needs you.”

The voice sounded familiar but you were too tired to figure out why. “Okay. Can you turn on the light?” The sound of the switch being flipped and the light hit you. “Oh, fuck, that’s bright!” You covered your eyes, blinking rapidly to try to get used to the light.

You heard your name being whispered incredulously and you realized it was Dom standing in front of you.

***

Dom couldn’t believe it. Here you were, standing - well, technically sitting in bed - in front of him and you turned out to be Jordan Henderson’s little sister. “You’re…” He trailed off, unable to say the words.

“Yeah.” You looked down at your hands, not wanting to see the look on his face. “Jordan Henderson is my older brother.” You heard the door shut and you looked up, not expecting him to still be standing in front of you.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Dom asked, his expression blank as he crossed his arm and leaned against the door. “You’ve had plenty of chances to tell me and you haven’t. Why?”

“I just… I don’t know.” You sighed, looking up at the ceiling as you struggled to find composure. “Everybody treats me differently when they find out who my brother is, so I don’t exactly go around telling everyone I meet that my brother is… who he is.”

“But we’re sleeping together! Hell, I’ve got you in my bed more than half the nights of the week and you still didn’t think to tell me?!”

“Dom!” You hissed, fear coursing through your veins. You didn’t want anyone to overhear him even though you knew they were probably too busy with the party. “I didn’t think to tell you because I didn’t think we were that serious!”

Dom looked furious. His jaw clenched and he stormed over to you, kneeling on the bed and taking your face in his hands. He kissed you hard, pinning you underneath him and all you could do was loop your arms around his neck and kiss him with everything you had. “How’s that for serious?” He asked, breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m here, kissing you in your brother’s house where anyone could discover us, and you don’t think I’m serious.”

“I-I get it now,” you stuttered, smiling at him. “Can we just wait a little while before we tell Jordan about us?”

“Just as long as we tell him before we have to go back to being rivals, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave him one last kiss. “Now you’re really gonna have to leave because I’m pretty sure Jordan didn’t send you here to come into the guest room and kiss me senseless.”

Dom chuckled at that. “He definitely didn’t. Pretty sure Rebecca was saying something about needing you to run and grab more alcohol, too? But the point is that we need to get you out of this bed and to the right people.”

***

You couldn’t stop staring at him. Dom was right across the room, chatting it up with Rice and Mount, laughing with the two footballers. He caught your gaze, giving you a subtle wink before turning back to say something to Rice. You watched him pull his phone out, your own vibrating in your back pocket moments later.

Dom: Meet me in the guest bedroom… Five minutes

You tried to keep the smile off your face, but it was impossible. “Who’s the guy?” Came Rebecca’s voice over your shoulder.

You gasped, hoping she didn’t see Dom’s name at the top of the contacts list before you shut it off. “Uh, nobody? Just a guy I’m sleeping with.”

Rebecca gave you a look. “Just a guy?” She rolled her eyes. “Not with that lovey-dovey look in your eyes, he’s not.”

“Okay, fine,” you sighed. “He’s not just a guy, but I’m not ready to introduce him to you and Jordan, okay? He’s just...not someone I would usually date and I don’t want Jordan to lose his shit, especially with these matches coming up.”

“I see,” Rebecca said wisely, giving you a knowing look. “Just don’t wait too long, because Dominic Calvert-Lewin looks like the kind of man who won’t wait around forever.”

“How did you-?” You asked, incredulous. “Nevermind, I don’t wanna know.”

Rebecca laughed. “Don’t worry - I won’t tell Jordan. That’s something you’ve gotta do.”

***

Two Weeks Later

“We can’t keep doing this,” Dom murmured in-between kisses in one of the empty rooms of Wembley. “Tomorrow’s the last match in this run of friendlies and I wanna catch Hendo on his good side when the two of us aren’t rivals.”

You giggled, the sound morphing into a moan as he kissed your neck. “After the match tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

Dom pulled away, a serious look on his face. “I’m serious. If you don’t tell him after the match tomorrow, I’m not sure I’ll be able to continue this.”

The pit of dread grew in your stomach. You wanted to tell Jordan but you’d never shown an interest in or dated any footballers before, let alone one of his rivals. It was going to be hard to convince him that you were serious about Dom, and for the first time, you realized you were serious about him.

~~~

The day of the match, you were in the stands in your ‘Henderson 8’ kit. The ‘Calvert-Lewin 18’ was underneath, your body tense with the anticipation - fear? - of telling your brother that you and Dom were seeing each other.

All your nerves went out the window the moment Dom came on and scored after less than five minutes of being on the pitch. You were on your feet with the rest of the stadium, cheering on your man as he celebrated with your brother.

The friendly ended England’s way and you were celebrating it like they’d won the World Cup. Without a second thought, you launched yourself into Dom’s arms, both of you giddy as he spun you around before setting you down on the ground and kissing you breathless.

“What the hell?!” Came Jordan’s voice, snapping you and Dom out of your own little world.

“Jordan, it’s-” you started, but your brother was furious.

“No, I don’t wanna hear it. The two of you?!” He glared at Dom. “At my party, were you talking about my sister? To me?! You’ve got some nerve, Dominic.”

Dom held up his hands. “I didn’t know she was your sister at the time, I swear!”

“It’s true: he didn’t,” you backed up your man, threading your fingers through his in a nonverbal show of support. “I knew who he was when I started sleeping with him, but he didn’t know who I was.”

Jordan rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what I hate more: that that’s actually believable or that I’m starting to be okay with this.”

“Really?” You asked, your eyes wide. You and Dom shared a look.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to completely love this - at least not for a year or more - but you better not hurt her, Dominic. I’m serious.”

Dom squeezed your hand, nodding with a serious expression. “Yes, sir.”

You held back your giggle at Dom’s response, not wanting to ruin your brother’s good mood. You let go of Dom’s hand to go over and hug Jordan, a bright smile on your face. “Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me; just make sure he doesn’t hurt you so I don’t have to hurt him.”

An hour later when you met Dom, you couldn’t stop smiling, making sure to stop in front of Wembley to kiss him one more time before he took you out on a proper date in public.

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