#Yesterday I won like five matches

[thingsmysplattershotjrtoldme]

...I only lost one match today....

Who am I and what have I done with the loser who couldn't even get out of spawn??

[sanitymakesposts]

Yesterday at the yugioh event I was at I was not doing hot so I decided to play an older format, got matched next to a table with a trans girl who won her match in like five minutes.I really wanted to say I liked her pin and eyeshadow so I was like okay time to focus. I can win this one. She started watching just in time to see me make a play so bad that my opponent demanded to see my hand so he could tell me to make a better one

[novemberheart]

{overview} you reach a new milestone with Johnny and Simon, you have a bad dream

{warnings} fem reader, poly 141, mentions of death, panic attacks, mentions of bruising and pain, cursing, p in v sex (not related to the violence warnings), exhibition, you like being watched I guess….

Chapter 25 <- Chapter 26 -> Chapter 27

“Push your knee against me like that. It's easier to grab a foot or a hand than a knee,” Johnny explained, moving your knee towards his shoulder. He had some downtime and you had the energy to burn so he settled on teaching you a few self-defense moves.

“I don't think these are actually moves,” you panted. You had just spent the better part of twenty minutes being thrown around like a ragdoll. When you agreed to this you assumed it would lead to more with Johnny- much more. Yet here he was, his eyes laser-focused, using a tone that could rival Simons.

“People aren't going to expect you to know how to fight back. So you are going to have around five seconds of surprise- even more if they aren't trained,” Johnny moved you onto your stomach, gripping your arms with his hands so they were pressed against the mat. You peeked in the mirror along the gym wall, your hips raising slightly at the sight of him hovering over you.

Who knew you liked mirrors so much?

You had been wearing scent blockers, your hips raising being the only sign thus far of how this was making you feel. His mouth fell open, his eyes landing on your bottom that your gym shorts really didn't hide. You smirked, using all your body weight to swing your legs to the side, effectively knocking him over with a thud. Just like he had taught you. You scrambled up running to the edge of the mat. He had drilled into your head to run as soon as you could and even made you practice getting up in any position- which felt silly at the time but made sense now. He chuckled, the vibrations of it going straight to your core even though your distance. You smiled, prancing back over to him.

“That was very good,” he praised, his eyes lighting up to match yours.

“Thank you, Sergeant,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. He purred under your touch. He was still kneeling before you, his arms wrapping under your bottom. He hoisted you up easily, and you craned your neck down with your teeth grazing over his bottom lip. He bit back. He slid your body against his, so you didn't have to bend so far, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your lips ghosted over each other, waiting for the other to give in. A standoff. Your fingers played with the grown-out pieces of his mohawk, a small whine leaving your throat as you flashed him with your softest puppy dog eyes. He growled, smashing his lips against yours.

“I won,” you gasped between attacks.

“Did you?” he smirked, his lips quickly devouring you again.

“Bloody hell, you two. Get a room,” Simon growled. The task force had the gym booked, even with half of it missing. “Anyone could walk by and see you,” he reprimanded. Which was funny given the position the two of you were in last night.

“Yeah, any perv,” Johnny agreed, eyeing the alpha up and down. You giggled, pressing kisses against the Scot's jaw, nipping at the corner of his lips. He let you do as you please, his hazy, melted eyes staring down at you. Simon stood still, not quite able to pull his eyes away from the sight himself. He watched the way Johnny’s chest heaved up and down, his lips parting open as you marked him up. The look of determination on your face and the way your lips moved against his heated skin. The fact he had felt the softness of your mouth yesterday, he could imagine you against his skin. He watched as Johnny’s hands gripped your thighs, the softness pooling around his fingers. One small movement from you would have you secured against the heavy bulge the fabric of his workout shorts was doing a poor job covering.

“Johnny?” Simon spoke. His half-lidded deep blue eyes met his. “Take care of your omega,” it was commanded. The life re-entered Johnny's eyes, your back colliding with the wall before you knew it. You gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. All the control you had flying out the window.

“Mac,” you whined, your hips rolling against him. He pressed back harder, a shaky moan leaving you, the vibration going straight down his spine. Your hands crept down his strong stomach, clawing at the waistband of his shorts.

“Can’t take you here, Bonnie,” he growled, making you whimper.

“I don't care,” you purred in assurance. The new position had you blocked by a shelf and all someone had to do was look at Simon's heavy figure and know not to enter. “Please,” you begged, your hands sliding up his shirt. You could feel his warm skin twitch under you, short and soft coils of hair brushing against your palms. Your hands left his skin, beginning to tug at your own shorts. He looked over his shoulder at Simon, who nodded his head. You watched as Simon disappeared, walking over to the door. You could hear the lock click. You had won. You attached your lips to his and Johnny set you down to slide your shorts and panties off, chuckling at the wet spot in them. He tossed the pair behind him, Simon's hand catching them and sticking them in his pocket. You chewed your lip, Simon's hazy eyes meeting yours. You were dragged away when Johnny lifted you up again, your core rolling against his cock through the fabric of his shorts.

Your mouth fell open, your head resting against the chill of the wall. “Johnny, please,” you whined again, your fingers gripping at his shoulders. He was enjoying this too much. Enjoying the way you squirmed and begged for some help.

“What, baby? Couldn't hear you?” he murmured, making you growl. His hand slapped against your thigh to check you, his hand pressing against the spot to help ease the sting. “Still couldn't hear you,” he corrected. “Don't be shy,” he soothed, his lips resting against your cheek, nipping at the burning flesh. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. You have to ask nicely though,” you wanted to bite the smirk off his face, but you knew you'd never get what you wanted then.

“I want you,” you mumbled quietly, your eyes trained on Simon’s shoes.

“Alright,” Johnny seemed satisfied with that until he started to put your feet on the floor to kiss down to your heat.

“No,” you whined, pulling him back up. He hoisted you back up, his face showing all the patience in the world. He could play this game with you all day. “I want your cock,” you said finally, making sure to say it loud enough to where he wouldn't play dumb. The deep rumble echoed off of both men, shooting straight through you. “Please,” you finished. You had a reputation for being their good girl- you couldn't break that by demanding.

“Well how can I say no to that,” Johnny smiled down at you. He distracted you with his lips and it wasn't until the head of his cock caught against your entrance did you realize one of his hands had left you. You gasped, pulling away enough to look down at him. It matched him, stout and energetic- twitching in his hand. He pushed in slowly, your legs already quivering. He was so responsive. Curving into all the right places, throbbing in time with your spasming walls. It felt so intimate even though you were pushed against the hard gym wall. Your toes curled in your shoes. He wanted to say something. Say how good you felt, how beautiful you looked, yet all he could do was groan his hips snapping into place. Your moan caught in your throat, your head lulling against the wall.

“How’s she feel?” Simon grunted. You had forgotten about him as he leaned against the shelf. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him but just knowing he was there made you clench around Johnny, the words he was trying to say catching in his throat once again.

He settled for a purr, sending a vibration through your body. You twitched, your hips pressing harder against him. That’s how John must've felt when you purred around him. “Perfect,” Johnny finally managed to choke out. His mouth attached to your shoulder where your tank top strap had fallen. His thrusts were hard and slow, without a set rhythm but that somehow added to the pleasure. His cock would drag against your walls only for him to roll himself back in with one hard fluid motion. He'd hold himself inside you letting you feel every throb and vein, only to drag himself back out, repeating the process whenever he wanted.

You were a mess. Teary eyes, hair disheveled, clinging onto him as the force of his thrusts knocked you into the wall. Your hand pressed against your mouth to stifle your moans. Normally they hated that, but considering you were in a semi-public place they'd let it slide. His pace picked up, your arms gripping around his neck, his mouth pressing against any skin he could reach. It was almost torture. The two of being so close, yet he couldn't feel the softness of your skin against his. He growled, his hips deciding a set rhythm. He had played with his food enough.

“I can't,” you gasped, your face burying in his shoulder. Your hands gripping onto his shoulder blades.

“Doing so good, Bon,” Johnny assured through his own groans. You could tell Johnny was as vocal as you, and was also trying hard to stifle it. You wondered how loud he could get. A pair of fingers brushed over your knuckles. It was Simon. You reached forward your hand tangling with his, as you felt the ascension of a familiar peak. You whined Johnny’s name, pressing your heated cheek against his. “You’re almost there, beautiful. I can feel it,” he snarled against you. “Feels so fucking good,” his voice dropped to a whine, holding onto you equally hard. Simon raised his mask, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. You held his gaze as much as you could with the stars clouding your vision. You shook your head again. Your heat had made your orgasms more tolerable- less intense so your body could preserve its stamina. You didn't have that to fall back upon. “Relax,” Johnny repeated against your temple, your cunt nearly pushing him out. “We’ve got you, just let go,” he murmured, his muscles shaking from pleasure. “I’ve got you baby, come on,” he pressed, not being able to hold on much longer himself.

You felt too good. Your pussy shaking around him, so wet and and warm. Your breathy moans in his ear. The fact anyone could come in and find you like this. It didn't excite him in the way he thought it would. It made him more possessive. You were theirs. No one else deserved to see such a sight. He could sense Simon behind him, the alpha offering enough protection where he could turn his brain off and focus on you.

The knot in your stomach finally shattered, your vision lighting up behind your shut eyes. You shouted, but nobody could find it in them to care, not with your head thrown back like that. Johnny pressed himself impossibly deep, holding your shaking form so you wouldn't be separated from him. He was a ball of curses and groans, his grip on you sure to leave bruises.

He rested against you, you sandwiched between him and the wall. Both of you were panting- mixing with moans and whimpers. Everything felt too much. The aftershock in your veins, the bright lights, the hard wall. You wanted to curl up under the covers and breathe in Johnny’s cinnamon scent. Simon cleared his throat, his pupils blown as he scanned you and Johnny up and down.

“Come on, pups,” he spoke softly. You smiled at the plural version of your nickname. Simon grabbed your shorts off the floor, his hands resting on Johnny’s shoulders. “Let's get you two cleaned up and back home, yeah?” he hummed. Your eyes widened as Simon placed a kiss on the back of Johnny's neck, mumbling out small praises at how well he took care of you. You both squirmed as he pulled out of you, his spend immediately dripping down your leg. The two men groaned.

“Round two at home, bonnie?” Johnny smirked, kissing your burning cheek.

Round two indeed took place at home. Your butt resting on the counter in your bathroom as Johnny worked himself in and out of you. Simon was too busy with his ear pressed against the door, his hand working in time with your moans.

It felt like hours before the shower finally turned on.

You giggled as Johnny massaged lotion into your feet, his lips pressing against the ball of your foot.

“You and John both have a thing for feet,” you teased, expecting him to jump into denial. He just smiled, his thumb working deep into the tense tissue.

“Maybe we do, Bon,” he said slowly. “At least you get foot massages out of it,” he smirked, pressing a kiss against the top of them.

Guess you didn't have room to complain.

“Whose room are we sleeping in?” he questioned, moving to stand from his seat on the coffee table. You were about to say Kyle's but the back of your neck tingled at the sight of Simon’s closed door. Johnny followed your gaze. His face spread in a grin that made you nervous.

“No, Johnny it’s fine,” you insisted. His arm wrapped under your bottom, lifting you to his chest. He held you against him, your head hiding in his shoulder as he knocked on Simon's door. You heard a muffled sound, Johnny not waiting for a clear answer as he opened the door.

“Pup wants to sleep in here,” Johnny sighed like he was doing you a favor.

“It’s okay Simon”-

“You have your jellyfish?” was his response. Johnny gasped in remembrance, tossing you onto Simon's bed. It was amazing you didn't accidentally elbow him in the face with how much of it he took up. Johnny disappeared, heading towards your room to get the stuffed jelly. You had forgotten it when you went on leave and had a harder time falling asleep without it. You had grown a bit codependent on its softness against your cheek to fall asleep.

Johnny came bounding back, tossing himself onto the bed.

“Always forget how shite your mattress is,” Johnny grumbled. He tucked both of you under the covers with Simon, his body curling around yours as the big spoon. Simon shifted and you heard the rattling of a pill bottle.

“Take some of these. You'll be sore later if you aren't already,” he sighed, his thumb brushing over your chin. You opened, his eyes trained on your kiss-bitten lips. He held his water bottle up for you to wash them down with. Simon popped a few in his mouth.

“Did you hurt yourself?” you questioned. He shook his head.

“He’s a big boy, bonbon. Aches and pains are his middle name,” Johnny smirked, his lips pressing on the back of your ear. You giggled as his scruff brushed against your neck. Simon relaxed back into the bed, his arm and shoulder pressed against your front. You wanted to rest your head against him, but didn't want to invade his space too much- although you felt like you had already passed that point.

You could feel yourself fading fast. If the three different orgasms pulled out of you weren't enough then the feeling of being the safest pup in the world was the cherry on top. The best sleep you had ever gotten had been that night you were curled up with John and Kyle. You wondered if this would be similar. You didn't know if it was the beta-alpha pairing that made it work so well or just the fact you trusted the both of them.

You rumbled in a quiet purr, Johnny immediately responding with his own.

It was pouring. The onslaught makes it hard for you to keep your eyes open. Your chest hurts, and the cold water, despite its power, does nothing to get your nervous system back on track.

You felt sad. The sadness felt more suffocating than the rain that was drenching your clothes. Why hadn’t you worn your raincoat? You feel like you knew the answer to that, yet couldn't find the perseverance to dig around in your brain for it.

Maybe the yellow felt too happy for this type of day.

A hand gripped your shoulder. It wasn't gentle. It wasn’t warm or comforting. It was angry- maybe at you, maybe at the world. “Time to go,” it snapped. You recognized it as John. It made you feel sicker, a bubbling anger rising in your chest. Why were you so mad at him? Why was he so mad? He looked worse than when he had left. His eyes are nearly swollen shut from tears and rubbing at them. His face looked older. How long had he been gone? Or had emotions aged him? His hand fell to your forearm, the tips of his finger bound to leave marks against your skin.

Your feet splashed against the ground as he tugged you along. The rushing water makes it hard to walk. How long has it been raining? Every step forward felt like three steps back. If it wasn't for John you would have fallen, and the water would have swept you away by now. A slight warmness fills you at the idea.

“I don't want to go,” you say before you can stop yourself. Your voice is small and weak. He hears you despite the rushing of water.

“You think I want to?” he growls back. It was mean and nasty- his voice and look in his eyes. You whimpered. You’re continually pulled along the flat concrete. There are no trees, no green, just gray as far as the eye can see. Your knees give out, and you can feel the concrete break your skin. A small plea leaves you. A plea of mercy for John to be gentle with you. He wasn't. He growls low in his throat, yanking you up with no patience or fondness in his bones. You shriek, your arm creaking under his grasp. He pays no mind. There's a building in the distance. Gray and square just like the buildings at base. You’re sobbing now. You aren't sure if it’s from fright or exhaustion. His hand digs into the hair around the base of your neck, pulling you forward. You were moving too slow. Your sobs are louder than the rain by the time you reach the building. John throws open the doors. The inside was beautiful, resembling a church. Every seat was filled, each and every person's head snapping behind them to look at the two of you. You don't know any of them, but they all look familiar.

They were waiting for you. John pulls you along the aisle, your eyes landing towards the front. You fall to your knees again, your hands grappling with the legs of people or chairs to keep from advancing. John is jerking you forward by the back of your dress, your body shaking against the carpet. Shrieks and sobs escape you, yet no one comes to help you. In fact, they aren't even looking at you. Once you make it to the front John tosses you against the steps of the stage, your chin colliding with one. You sob against them. You couldn’t breathe. Your heart ached so painfully in your chest all you could do was lay there. There was a mean kick to your legs. Your head finally raised, your eyes landing on an oak casket, half covered by a Union Jack. Your hands reach forward gripping onto the fabric. It pools around you as it falls to the floor.

You don't need to be told. You know who’s in there.

You gasp awake, four pairs of hands holding onto you. You shake in their grasp and they quickly release you.

“Easy, Bonnie,” Johnny soothes. You couldn't breathe, the lightness in the room burning your eyes. Your hands run over your wet face as you sit up trying to take in your surroundings as your eyes adjust. An arm wraps around you, trapping your arms and back against a chest. You fight against it and lose.

“Relax, pup. You're alright,” it was Simon, his chin resting on your shoulder. The smell of alpha fills your nostrils, your brain immediately gives into it- too distraught to do anything else. They both sigh in relief when you relax against him.

“Where is Kyle?” you croak. They share a look.

“He left with John, baby,” Johnny reminded, pulling your legs into his lap.

“Is he okay?” you whimper, tears beginning to descend again.

“Something happen to him in your dream?” Johnny asked.

“Is he okay?” you repeat desperately.

“He’s alright,” Simon affirms to you. The pressure slows your heart rate, and your breathing automatically syncs with his. “I can try to get him on the phone for you. It'll be early morning where they are,” Simon explains, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

You would do anything to hear his voice. Even if it meant waking him up. Simon lays down with you still in his arms, and Johnny goes to turn the light off. You were thankful Simon had given you those pain pills. Without them, the throb in your body would be worse.

Your cheek rests against Johnny’s, his scruff a welcoming contrast to your soft skin. His large hand takes up half your face and neck as his thumb brushes the tears out from under your eyes. You let yourself sink fully into both of them.

“I'm sorry,” you mumbled softly.

“Never apologize for loving us, Bon,” Johnny soothed instantly. Your heart lifted in your chest.

You couldn't help but feel fortunate. Your pack wasn't writing you off as sensitive or troublesome. Instead, they were protecting you. Assuring you. Protecting you from your own thoughts and assuring you they would be there with you along the way. Simon held the phone up and you quickly snatched it with a quick thanks.

“Kyky?” you breathed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sound of his groggy voice. You had woken him up.

“Hey, Lovie,” you could nearly see the smile in his voice. He wasn't mad at you. You buried yourself under Johnny, the phone pressed tightly against your ear. “Having trouble sleeping?” he murmured. You tried to imagine his breath on the back of your neck as he spoke or the way his hand liked to rest between your thighs as he slept.

“Yeah,” you whispered back. “I had a bad dream. Just wanted to hear your voice,” you explained.

“Guess I should get talkin’ then,” he yawned. You were thankful he didn't ask what the dream was about. You could hear him adjust, the sound of metal creaking under him. You hated that his bed wasn't comfortable. He shouldn't be sleeping on metal bars and springs, he should be curled up in your nest with you. He talked about where he was- without giving you a location. He said it was mountainous and the perfect temperature. You knew for Kyle that meant hot. He told you about all the different birds and the sounds they made and how it made him think of you.

Your eyes grew heavy, your body erupting in a barely there purr.

Warmness flooded you as your pack once again took care of you.

Hello everyone! See you in three days for chapter 27! 🧡

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂

description: in which lucy bronze and the england captain feel like four years is long enough to hide a relationship especially since they have just won the euros

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Lucy Bronze x female reader

this is all fiction!

warnings: fluff, a 4 year age gap and sarcastic lucy and reader

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y/n It's set in now. Five days later, and it has set in.

This team, these girls, this journey has been nothing short of amazing, determined and fantastic, I have been so incredibly lucky to be able to be a part of it.

Thank you England,

Thank you football,

Thank you Lionesses.

And I'll tell you what?

The kids are alright x

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username1: SO EXCITED TO HAVE YOU BACK IN BARCA!!!❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙

username2: I'm crying omg 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username3: best england captain EVER ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

leahwilliamsonn: Such a sap, but the best captain we could have asked for ! ❤️

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y/n: Couldn't have done it without my best friend/vice captain holding me up! ❤️

lucybronze: <3

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y/n: <3

keirawalsh: I will never get over you and Sarina cutting your wedding cake ... 😭🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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y/n: shoulda seen the proposal ;) 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

stanwaygeorgia: I'm still crying at your dance moves in the locker room 😂😭

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mbrighty04: fucking decked herself 😂😂😂

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racheldaly3: just laid there for a sec too. 😂😂😂

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1maryearps: "I'm okay, just tired of how life hates me" - y/n after just winning the euros 2022 and decking herself in the locker room. 😂

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username4: HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH

jillscottjs8: Still crying even now !

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y/n: the look on your face was worth any pain we went through! xx

alessiarusso99: Just Buzzin' ❤️

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y/n: Buzzin man

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ellatoone: just buzzin dude

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alessiarusso99: hate you both sm smh! 🙄

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lucybronze back to Barca!

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username2: SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU BACK IN BLUE AND RED 💙❤️💙❤️

username3: ArE YOU DATING Y/N!!

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username4: I think they're just friends! 🤷‍♀️

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username5: NA they are dating! They live together!

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username6: AND? people can live together without dating

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username7: EYES DON'T LIE 😩

keirawalsh: lovely picture of me there, thanks!

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lucybronze: welcome mate! 😁

y/n: that photo of me, really?

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lucybronze: had to give the fans something to thirst over 👍

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y/n: i hate you sm 🙄

marialeonn16: happy to have you back! ❤️💙

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y/n.bronze: Here is a thread of instances which confirm that Lucy and y/n are together in my mind - the bottom of the thread is where it gets good!

How Lucy looked at her during the post match interview after beating Spain??? Like, her eyes were literally heart shaped??? I want that!

When y/n was knocked over during the Sweden game and Lucy didn't even hesitate to square up, her face was so worried, and she only stopped when y/n GRABBED HER HAND?!

Ellie, in a livestream for City YESTERDAY saying that she would stay with Lucy and y/n, confirming they live together - which we already thought!

Then going on to say they have a spare room - even though Lucy has said multiple times she lives in a two bed apartment and y/n has never said anything about her 'place'!

The fact when y/n scored in the Sweden game she ran at Lucy first??? AND JUMPED ON HER

The fact y/n left ARSENAL - her childhood team - to go play for Barca only months after Lucy had and she even admitted in an interview LUCY WAS A BIG PART OF THAT DECISION

when Lucy called y/n in an interview the other day and she answered with 'hi my love???' LIKE????

THE FACT THAT THE MOST RECENT BARCA TRAINING PHOTO Y/N HAS LUCY'S TRAINING TOP ON - AND WHEN KEIRA NOTICED SHE MOVED SLIGHTLY TO PLACE HERSELF IN FRONT OF THE NUMBER SO THE CAMERA COULDN'T SEEE

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fr I need friends that dedicated to hiding my relationship

LASTLY - the fact they went on holiday together after the euros after Ibiza, and the photos ... the PHOTOS

okay, I'm done, they're soooo dating, thank you.

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username1: omg this is so good!

username2: ELLIE SAID WHAT?

username3: omg this is Sherlock level of deduction ability

username4: THE PHOTOS???????? IS THAT THEM

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y/n.bronze: 'rumoured' to be - but look at the hair! It is SOOOOO y/n!

username5: nahhh Wonze for life!

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username6: how can you read all of that and still pick the wrong answer?!

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lucybronze sunshine in my life, even when the sky is dark...

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alessiarusso99: her body looks so good here omg 😭😭

ellatoone: 😏😏

mbrighty04: this feels illegal omg 😳

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racheldaly3: TELL ME ABOUT IT

y/n: 😶

leahwilliamsonn: heheh 🙂

Lj10: this is sweet :)

keirawalsh: sunshine and hair goals apparently 😚

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y/n.bronze: OMG LUCY'S NEW POST - IS THIS CONFIRMATION???

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username1: AND ALL THE TEAMS COMMENTS???

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username2: the caption? the photo? the comments? the lack of tag?

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username3: they have to be together?

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username4: SOFT LAUNCH SOFT LAUNCH SOFT LAUNCH

y/n.bronze: THE NEW TATTOO! IT IS A STRAWBERRY ON HER SHOULDER - lucy uses the strawberry emoji allllll the time!

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username5: it has to mean something!

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y/n idk what you guys are on about - we're just friends ??

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lucybronze: I know right?

username1: UMMMM? 🧐🧐🧐🧐

username2: went from soft launch to MAYBE HARD LAUNCH realll quick?

username3: but like this makes me feel as if they aren't dating?! And that this is just a joke !

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username4: yeah this feels like they are laughing at the rumours

keirawalsh: two besties, that's all I see

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y/n: I know, how odd ! 😁

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okay really did enjoy this one - (hope this is what the anon wanted) the amount of Lucy Bronze content and fics I have queued is kinda worrying but I have been a fan of Lucy since she played for SUNDERLAND

which is insane that's a bit too long really

my gay ass

but I am a die hard West Ham Fan and a Sunderland fan (due to my best friend WEST HAM TIL I DIE FORST AND FUCKING FOREMOST) - I know, it is hard - so it is insane how long I have been a fan of her but I reallyyyyy enjoyed writing this and I enjoy writing these actually.

When I originally started drafting these they were just for myself and when I posted LJ's I thought no one would really see it - so to have people be so kind and so happy to request has really made my smile!

So thank you for your support! And more incoming!

Love

Queenie xo

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[alizayildiz]

Heyyy! I was thinking about how he will react after losing a match? Like yesterday against portugal. And how does the reader treat him? I think it'll be a good fics well it's up too you wanna make it smut or no... Have a great day!!

I’m sorry for the long wait girl but I’ve had a dozen requests to write!! Anyways have fun readying lovely ;). I had to keep it short because I didn’t knew if you’d like it as a chapter is just as an preference 😭

You looked at the game that was playing in front of you. Portugal VS. Turkey. For some it was clear from the beginning that Portugal will win.

Still your boyfriend Kenan hoped that Turkey would win, but he soon realised, and that was after their own goal against themselves, that Turkey will loose.

You sat in the VIP Box Kenan arranged for you, and even up from there you could see his depressed face. Arda, who sat next to him, didn’t look happy either.

During halftime you heard lots of Turkish fans shouting at Montella, cussing at him.

“HOW COULD HE PUT THIS 11 AGAINST PORTUGAL”

“Why didn’t Kenan and Arda play from the beginning”

“Their own coach is against them”

“If Kenan and Arda had played from the beginning we would have won”

“The score would have been different if Montella had a fucking brain and put Kenan in from minute one on”

And lots of other comments you don’t wanna rewind. As the referee called the game over you immediately got up walking down on the pitch to Kenan.

The thing about Kenan is that he is determined to win, he gives his best and everyone knows and sees that. But if his team won’t cooperate that it gets worse for him. He gets mad at his colleagues and at his Coach, who for once didn’t put him into the first 11 starting lineup.

Although Kenan is a very optimistic person who life lightens up your moods he is the complete opposite when he looses.

As you passed soßen or fans who try to take pictures with you or your Autogramm, some even grab you by your arm, you continue ignoring them all. Knowing very well that if you’re not next to Kenan he will loose it at some point.

Jumping over the fence Kenan immediately walked up to you, the who of you walking faster and faster to reach each other more quickly.

As your arms wrapped around his neck he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Picking you up slightly as his arm wrapped around your waist he took in your scent.

You’re wearing his favourite perfume of yours. The two of you didn’t talk, just stood there.

You noticed that his grip around your waist got harder whether Portugal fans laughed at the Turkish national team. “Booing” them on, and making fun of the team.

Everyone in that stadium knew that if Kenan and Arda had played from the beginning the score would have looked different.

“Deep breaths” You whisper at Kenan.

Trying your best to calm him down you signalled to his Coach that the security should get the stadium cleaned out.

It’s not that Kenan is a weak person who stars crying when he losses it’s rather that he losses his temper when he looses.

He doesn’t allow himself to lose or fail at anything and when opponent fans get on his nerves he quickly jumps at them.

It happens once during a game of Juventus, media still suspects when Kenan will loose it again like a maniac.

After five more minutes standing like that the Stadium was quiet, no fans, no referees, no other players and no coaches in sight.

Kenan’s ears were covered by your arms because of the way you two hugged each other.

You slowly let go of him looking deep into his eyes.

“You did your best Kenan” you say, giving him a lovely smile.

He played just 30 minutes and that with Arda just playing 20 minutes beside him. What is he supposed to do 1 VS. 11 ?

“If I had played better during practice Coach would have put me in from the beginning” he walks towards the bench for substitute players, sitting down on it.

“You know that’s not true, it wasn’t your fault that you hurt yourself during practice even that shows how passionate you are about your sport” You stood on the pitch walking towards a football.

“EM 2024” was written on it.

Kenan looks up at you, smiling for the first time ever that day.

“Common 1 VS. 1” you say before passing the ball to Kenan.

Instantly getting up from the bench he throws you his jersey, you didn’t care if it was covered with sweat you still wore it.

A topless Kenan stood in front of you, abs showing perfectly.

The two of you started playing together. And although Kenan hates losing he loves losing to you.

The evening continues with Kenan teaching you football tricks.

[goodstuffhappenedtoday]

It seemed like it should be an easy win for Des Moines Superintendent Ian Roberts to dust off his racing shoes and compete against a team of elementary schoolers.

The 47-year-old Guyanese runner's skills had taken him around the globe, after all, even competing in the 2000 Summer Olympic Games in Sydney.

"I showed up to the school, and I'm waiting there. And I saw the principal and teachers and they brought the entire school out to the track. And I'm thinking, 'oh,'" Roberts recalled with a laugh.

What was initially going to be a race between Roberts and Everett Clark, a lucky second-grader who won the chance to race Roberts in a raffle, had grown as more students decided to join. Soon the student body flanked the track.

Roberts keeps himself in shape, running several miles, five to six days a week. Before the race, he ran drills with the students, teaching them how to stretch and showing them proper running form.

The day of the event, Roberts was in a maroon three-piece suit and a matching pair of tennis shoes. Roeder said the suit might have been a handicap, but the sneakers should have covered the gap.

As Roberts, the superintendent, sheepishly put it: "I decided, you know, I can do this in my suit. Why not? So here I am in my suit and my bow tie and some Nike Air Force One tennis shoes, and I felt that would be sufficient."

Instead, when the 100 meter dash began, Roberts saw how committed the students were to the race – and his eventual loss was all but decided.

It was fifth-grader Amayah Vilmael who sailed to victory, crossing the finish line with her eyes straight ahead as her former Olympian competition trailed steps behind.

"All of those students, especially Amayah, who – based on her form, based on her stride length – she definitely has a really promising career in track and field if she so chooses," Roberts said.

The superintendent has had a chance to speak with the parents of Amayah and Everett, and he said both of them are overjoyed to have gotten to race the former track and field star.

"Everett, for example, yesterday and even today, he is still walking around the house talking about his race. Amayah is still on cloud nine because she beat an Olympian," Roberts said.

"I am humbled and I stand proud in defeat to elementary school students, all of whom have very promising careers academically and athletically. And I will do it all over again if I can."

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! Sugar daddy x "pure"! Reader

EEEEEEEEE Time to write my baby, the fruit of my dark rofan loins (jk) Basically, this yandere is my first yandere OC and when I gave life (lol) to him in Char/ai yesterday, I just knew he had to be next.

Also, I contemplated what title to give him since he's also a mafia boss, but I decided to go with Sugar daddy since it's the most integral part of his story.

Also, "pure" just means that you dress light, really. But in Rowan's eyes, you were like an angel, a pure being that he needs to taint (oops spoiler)

Yandere! Sugar daddy name: Rowan Silas (Yes, he even has a last name)

notes: Rowan is not old, OLD. He's not a Dilf/Gilf level sugar daddy. In his lore with my other OC (his love interest), he's older by five years. Also, reader has a womb, due to mentions of pregnancy (why did I do this pregnancy shit twice? Dunno really.)

TW: noncon pregnancy, trackers, nsfw stuff

ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN <3 (I don't even know if people will request but LOL just in case.)

The man only knew pain and crime all his life.

He never experienced anything good, apart from gunning down his enemies alive if that even means the same as what people deem as "good".

His life of crime was because of his adoptive father, who picked him up from the slums to become one of his personnel.

He was only seven by then. But his hands stained with blood as he killed the other kid who drowned his precious pet kitten in the lake. That's where his father knew that Rowan is not normal.

I mean, who would sport a smile while choking his fellow kid alive?

All Rowan said was "He deserved it though."

"He took what's precious from me."

That was enough to make his father set him straight to become the heir of the mafia family.

He grew up battered and bruised yet the vices he only knew is his smoking from his precious churchwarden pipe, and violence.

He told his father that it was enough for him.

Yet his body raged on, wanting more and more as greed consumed him for more.

Yes, he's a greedy man who wants more.

After all, he had nothing, then had one precious thing, then lost that thing. And then, when he eliminated the person who stole his precious thing, he got everything.

Did that make sense? To Rowan, it didn't.

He already got everything, but why does he want more?

So with a clean shot to the head, he killed his father and immediately inherited the family.

Now, he can spend the money and the resources as much as he wants. So he did. He went to casinos, brothels, luxury hotels and cruises. Everything he thinks that he needs.

But he still wants more. He still needs more.

And by god, he did get more.

He bumped into you one day, with you in your soft outfit of creams and pastels. Your pure, clean eyes made his heart skip a beat as you said sorry to him.

His greed triggered.

He wanted you so bad.

When he learned you needed a job when he saw your folder filled with resumes, he felt like he won the lottery.

"How about becoming my sugar baby? Don't worry, I won't ask anything. Much."

And as your cute figure pondered what to do, he smirked. You, in the middle of his dim office, in light clothing and an innocent face, was such a contrast in the dark office filled with his smoke from his beloved churchwarden pipe. You stuck out like a sore thumb, and he liked it.

He loved it.

And as your lips dropped the answer he wanted to hear, he shivered and gave you a lopsided smile.

"Good. Now, what do you want, love?"

Rowan sat down on his office chair, he cracked his neck and sighed.

He was bone tired. He just finished a cartel mission that he himself as the boss had to interfere. It was annoying because it was due to his incompetent new recruits.

At least they're sleeping with the "fishies", as what you call the finned sea creatures.

He grabbed something from his pocket and brought it up to his face. It was an intricate jeweled choker with a lot of rose gold arcs, jewels that match your eyes, and a diamond encrusted opal centerpiece.

He imagined you wearing it. Wrapping the choker on your neck himself, seeing your eyes flash in wonder and amazement. He imagined you also getting shy and saying that it was too expensive, and him saying that it was okay, and he wanted to give you this entirely by his own volition. And he got excited.

...In one way or another.

He chuckled and shook his head, swinging on his swivel chair as he dialed your number.

After two rings, you picked up.

"Love, come here. I got a gift for you."

You whined, getting shy again. He chuckled.

"You know what I say, I don't want to hear you say no. So come here now."

So you did.

Once you got there, he smiled and kissed your lips softly, bringing you close to him by your waist and lifting you up easily with his tatted arms.

"Come, I'll give you the present myself."

You got curious naturally.

He settled you in front of the floor length mirror which also saw... Much more intimate and sensual things you both did other than this gift giving thing he's doing.

Rowan slowly grabbed your hair and raised it, making you shiver with goosebumps from the action. He smirked, seeing you so flustered from the simple act of him grabbing your hair.

Well, that, and he also liked to grab your hair a lot while fucking you senselessly. There's that too.

You closed your eyes when he told you too, and you felt the familiar cold sensation of jewelry resting on your neck. But this time, it hugged it, making you open your eyes. It was the beautiful choker he was admiring earlier.

"Do you love it?" Rowan asked, looking at you through the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You nodded enthusiastically and said yes. He smirked.

This was the first time you didn't say to take the gift back with such a flustered apprehensive look. You're starting to get greedy.

He loved that. A lot.

"Now, how about you kiss me in return, hmm?" You rolled your eyes and gently kissed him. You know this day is not just going to end in a kiss.

But you didn't mind.

And he knows that.

You went home that day with Rowan driving you. He gave you more gifts that you shyly accepted once more, making Rowan shiver in glee. Again, you didn't reject them at all.

You're slowly getting tainted by his greediness.

And hopefully, you will be greedy enough to bring up your relationship to him, and tell him that you wanted more to this.

That you wanted his love.

Oh, he trembles at the thought.

It's not a question of if, but when, after all.

But now, he's just slowly moving forward with your relationship. Slow and steady wins the race, after all. Despite him living such a fast paced life, he knows he's patient enough to wait for you.

But if you backtracked and got out of his tight grasp...

Let's just say that the tracker he planted on your laptop, your phone, and now your precious choker will help him find you if you ran away.

You were the light to his dark, dreary life.

He'll be crazy enough to let you go.

And he's already crazy about you.

That's why he's making you addicted to him also. Showering you with gifts and love. Praising your body, worshipping it, pleasing it until you reach the heavens like the angel you are.

And if you still didn't want him... Let's just say the condoms with holes in them that he himself poked will do the trick.

It was a dirty tactic. But who cares? He's a mafia boss for god's sake. Dirty tactics aren't new to him.

And if you still somehow didn't end up pregnant and got to run away, he'll use his influence to find you.

You got no escape.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

You were his love. His greed.

With a drag of his churchwarden pipe, he drove off to plan your wedding.

You were going to be his after all.

No matter what.

I don't know if I did my baby Rowan justice i'm going crazY FUCK.

Can you guys tell I have favoritism? Because I do LOL

[cherrycola27]

wonderland

Hey loves! I wrote this for @laracrofted 's 1989TGM challenge!

You left Lemoore in a cloud of dust as you tore down the highway in your cherry red corvette. Large sunglasses covered your eyes as the nearly mid-day sun shined high in the sky.

You had the radio cranked up, blasting anything that you thought would help keep your mind off of what was waiting for you at the end of your drive.

You tapped your thumbs along to the beat before looking down to check your speed. You wanted to get to San Diego before evening traffic set in, but a speeding ticket was not on your to-do list.

You grimaced as you caught sight of the neatly inked tattoo on the side of your right wrist, just below your thumb. A "Q" followed by a heart. It wasn't large, sometimes you forget it was even there.

But when you caught sight of it, you remembered the pain behind it. Not the physical pain, but the emotional.

Most people thought it was a nod to your call sign, "Red Queen," and that's what you let them believe.

But the truth is, it was part of a pair. You had the queen of hearts, and he—he had the king.

You wondered if he still had it. Maybe he got it removed or covered up. You probably should have, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. The tattoo reminded you of a different time. Back when you were young and in love and full of hope. Back before he threw it all away.

You can still remember the day it happened. The hurt that filled your body, and the tears that stung your eyes. It had been five years since you'd seen him—and in five hours, you'd be face to face with him again.

You'd been called to Top Gun from your base in Lemoore. The newly formed Dagger Squadron still riding the high of their last dangerous mission had been tasked with another. Only this time, they needed a stealth pilot, the best of the best, and that was you— Lieutenant Commander Y/N "Red Queen" Alice.

Admiral Beau Simpson had called you personally to deliver the message yesterday. You had your bag packed that night before setting out for North Island today.

You dreaded the whole thing, really, because you knew he would be there, all smiles, waiting for you. He'd probably have a stupid toothpick between his stupid perfect teeth, too, just like the first time you met him.

You were one of three women in your Top Gun class. The two others in your group tended to keep to themselves, but not you. You went toe to toe with the men every day. On most days, your sparing sessions consisted of how many times you could best Jake Seresin.

You and Jake were the best in your cohort, constantly neck and neck for the top spot. When you weren't battling in the sky or in the classroom, you always found yourself having "friendly competions."

One of them ended with Jake kissing you and admission of feelings on both of your parts. But the two of you kept it hush hush. You weren't supposed to be fraternizing.

But that didn't stop the two of you from pushing your luck.

One evening, almost the entire class got together for a game of cards, which turned into strip poker.

Eventually, people got tired or uncomfortable and left. But not you and Jake.

It was the last hand. Jake was down to his boxers. You still had a sports bra and your panties. Jake was confident that he had it in the bag until you flipped your card, and the queen of hearts was staring back at him.

You won in more ways than one that night. You also got your call sign that night—from Jake. He said "Y/N, you and that fucking red queen." And it stuck.

Most people took to calling you just "Red," but not Jake. No, he called you "Queenie."

The two of you fell hard and fast with each other, and on the night before graduation, the two of you snuck out and got matching king and queen of hearts tattos on your right hands.

After graduation, the two of you had the choice of any station you wanted. You had wanted to go somewhere international, but Jake wanted to stay in the US. After wrestling with you feelings, you decided that you would follow him, you loved him.

You had gone to the O Club that night to find him and tell him you'd picked the same duty station has him. Everyone was out celebrating, as you moved through the club, people congratulated you on your first place finish. You thanked them as you looked for Jake, and when you found him, you were horrified.

Some blonde was wrapped around him, and he had his tongue down her throat.

You were heartbroken, to say the least.

You turned on your heels and stormed out of the club to go back to your room and pack your things. You let your commanding officer know that you changed your mind about your duty station as you packed your bags with tears in your eyes.

You blocked Jake's number, deleted him off of you social media, and left without another word. You ghosted him.

That was five years—five long years ago. You never thought you would see Jake again, purposefully avoiding him when both of you were stationed at Lemoore, but with a chance to prove to him just how much better you are, you couldn't pass it up.

It was just after 5:30 when you pulled into the garage of the small rental you'd managed to secure this morning. You grabbed your bags from the trunk of your car and closed the garage door before typing the code on the keypad of the door.

It was a nice little cottage, small, but better than staying in the barracks.

You quickly put away the few groceries you'd stopped for before heading to the bedroom to put your things down and shower.

After washing the drive off of you, you changed into a pair of dark jeans and a red top. You styled your hair, did some simple makeup, and grabbed your purse.

You wanted to get a drink and scope out who was in town, so you headed for the Hard Deck, the hub for anyone who was anyone on base.

You could already feel the eyes on you as you walked into the establishment. You clocked Jake over by the pool table with the rest of the members of the Dagger Squad. Thankfully, it was busy and he didn't see you.

You walked up and took an empty seat at the bar. "Evening, dear, what can I get for you?" The kind woman behind the bar asked you.

"Old Fashioned with extra cherries, please." You replied back with a smile before handing over your ID and credit card. "Would you like to start a tab?" She asks you.

"Yes Ma'am." You confirmed. "Wonderful. My name's Penny if you need anything." Penny said as she slid you your drink.

"Thank you. I'm Y/N, but you can call me Red." You tell her.

"Call sign?" Penny asks you. "Yes, well, it's actually Red Queen, but most everyone just calls me Red." You clarify. "You're the stealth pilot they brought in." Penny says you shoot her a questioning glance.

"My fiancée is Captain Mitchell, Maverick. He's the leader of the Daggers." Penny explains. You nod your head in understanding and take a sip of your drink.

You manage to get through a second one before a tall African-American man with a regulation mustache slides up beside you and starts talking to you.

"Well, hello there, beautiful, don't thing I've ever seen you in here before." He says smoothly as he smiles at you.

"I'm Payback." He says cool as he extends his hand for you to shake. You put out your right and return it. You catch Payback glancing down and your hand, you quickly pull it back.

"I'm Red." You introduce yourself. "And I'm not interested." You shut him down before turning back to face the bar. Payback stands there, dumbfounded as he waits for Penny to bring him another round of beers. He collects them and walks back to his friend group, with hus tail between his legs.

"A swing and a miss!" Fanboy laughed as Payback rejoined the group with drinks. "Don't take it too hard buddy, at least you tried." Fanboy clapped him on the shoulder.

"That's the last time I let y'all talk me into shooting my shot." Payback sighed as he took a drink.

"What did you say to her man? She took you down faster than a SAM!" Rooster chuckled.

"I literally said that I hadn't seen her in here before, and I told her my name. She responded with 'I'm Red, and I'm not interested.' Like she didn't even give me a chance." Payback groand as his fellow aviators laughed at his misfortune. Jake was leaning over the pool table, but at the mention of the name Red, his ears perked up.

Surely, it had to be a coincidence. There had to be another stealth pilot with 'Red' as their call sign. He looked towards the bar where Payback had come from, but he didn't see you. Jake shook it off, letting the glimmer of hope he had die.

"Hangman, maybe you might have better luck with her." Payback says as he turns to him. "What do you mean?" Jake questions him.

"She's got a tattoo like yours. A queen of hearts on her right hand. What are the odds. You can charm her with a line about how you're two of a kind or some shit." Payback laughs along with everyone else.

Jake's eyes go wide, a similar call sign he could brush off, but the queen of hearts tattoo, it had to be you.

He roughly shoved his pool cue into Bob's hands and took off towards the bar. He scanned each of the seats, searching for you. He was just about to give up and turn away and laugh at how silly he was when he saw Penny taking a drink to the other side. It was one he immediately recognized.

"Another Old Fashioned, extra cherries." Penny said as she sat the drink down in front of you. "Thank you, Penny. If you don't mind, closing me out. I still need to drive home tonight." You told her. You reached for your wallet to hand her your credit card, but before you could, a long tanned arm stretched out beside you.

You glossed your eyes across it to see a large hand holding out a card towards Penny. When you saw the red ink on his wrist, you knew exactly who it was.

"Penny m'dear, put her drink on my tab." Jake said. Penny darted her eyes between the two of you before taking the card from Jake. He turned, leaning his elbow on the bar, and looked at you.

"Well, what do we have here? If it ain't Queenie." Jake breathed out, an easy smile gracing his face.

"No one calls me that anyone, Hangman. It's Red, or Red Queen, but not fucking Queenie." You spit at him as you gather your things and push away from the bar.

You turn on your heels and walk away from him, leaving your fresh drink abandoned. Jake shakes his head and follows you out into the night.

"C'mon, darlin, don't be like that. Queenie, would you just—" He huffs as he runs to catch up to you. You make it to your car, but before you can unlock the door, Jake runs up behind you and pushes it closed.

"Y/N, can you just stop for five seconds." He pants out.

"What do you want, Jake?" You seethe. "I wanted to say that it's good to see you. That I missed you. And I wanted to ask you why you ghosted me." Jake says.

"I wish I could say the same, but it is not good to see you, I didn't miss you, and I don't owe you any explanation. You're the one who owes me one." You grit out as you push him away from your car to open the door.

"What do you mean, Queenie, you're the one who up and left without so much as a goodbye? What do I have to apologize for?" Jake looks dumbfounded.

You're hurt by his words. He cheated on you and doesn't have the decency to acknowledge it.

"The fact that you don't know what you did wrong tells me everything that I need to know about you. You're still the same old Hangman. I thought maybe you grew up, guess that's what I get for thinking." You shake your head before cranking your car.

The engine roars to life, and you pull out of the parking like that a red blur, leaving Jake in the dust, once again.

Jake kicks the gravel of the parking lot. He shouldn't have played dumb with you. He knows exactly what you're talking about.

Jake thinks back to five years ago. You had told him that you'd been offered your dream duty station in Japan while he was offered his in California. You were going to be half a world away from him.

And maybe it wasn't fair of Jake to ask you to give up your dream for him, but he was in love with you. And when you told Jake that you chose to leave him, he lost his mind.

You had hurt him, and he wanted to hurt you back. So, that night at the O Club, when Krista Johnson, the fucking admiral's daughter came up to him and flirted with him, he didn't turn her down.

It's was stupid, and he knows that now, but he was high on adrenaline, testosterone, and one to many whiskey neats, so Jake went down that rabbit hole.

He remembers kissing her, seeing you running out of the club. At the time, it made him feel good. To know that he broke your heart they same way you broke his.

But in the morning, when he woke up, head pounding and his bed empty, Krista having snuck out in the middle of the night, he no longer felt good.

The thought of what he did left a bitter taste in his mouth. When he tried to call you, you had already blocked his number and changed all of your social media to private.

For five years, the only glimpse Jake got of you was the two by two profile picture you changed every so often. And every time he looked down at his hand, he was reminded of you. The red ink heart etched into his skin, mocking him day after day.

Jake swore that if he ever saw you again, he would make things right. But he knew he'd shattered your heart into a million pieces. So, how do you fix a looking glass that's been broken?

...............

Training with the Daggers was your own personal hell. Not because they were bad pilots, but because of Jake. The rest of the squadron was amazing. Kind, friendly, funny. You fit in with them well. But Jake— he was always there, lurking a few feet away.

Bob was the first one to say something about the less than stellar relationships you and Jake had. You told him it was nothing, but he and everyone else knew better.

After some digging, the squad found out that you and Jake graduated from Top Gun together. Not only that, but you took the top two spots, and you were wingmen. That, coupled with your matching tattoos, led them to the conclusion that you and Jake were once a couple.

They were immediately curious about the two of you. You guess no one told them what becomes of curious minds.

Natasha had tried to ask you about your relationship with Jake, but you shut her down. Claiming that it was a youthful mistake. But eventually, you confided in her about how the two of you fell fast and hard for each other. You told her that your relationship was like flying an F/A-18, loud, crazy, and exhilarating. But things spiraled out of control, and just like when you lose both engines during a flight, you found yourself ejecting.

Jake, on the other hand, spilled his guts the moment Javy and Bradley asked him about you. He sang your praises before telling them how he destroyed what you two had built.

Everyone was throughly and utterly shocked and confused. But now your attitude and the way Jake was acting made so much sense. They understood why you didn't like flying with him, but they also knew that for the sake of the mission coming up, the two of you had to reach some sort of truce.

They just weren't sure how to go about it. If they disclosed your former relationship to someone higher up, there was a chance that one or both of you would get kicked off the mission. The squad knew they couldn't afford trying to train and trust someone new, this close to deployment.

So, after taking, the decided that Jake needed to apologize.

"I'm not talking to her. She fucking hates me!" Jake said as he slammed his locked shut and turned towards the showers. Coyote pushed up from where he was leaning and followed him.

"I would hate you too if I was her, man, I'm not going to lie. But we leave in three days, and I don't want to be stuck on a carrier in the middle of the ocean with you two feuding. You need to at least try. If not for yourself, for the team. You and I both know you can't fly with someone you can't trust. She's supposed to watch our backs when we are out there. Do you really want her to have a reason not to save you if something went south?" Coyote imposes his wisdom on Jake.

"She wouldn't do that." Jake tells him. "You sure about that? Better safe than sorry." Coyote pats him on the shoulder and walks away.

Jake stepped into the shower and let the hot water stream over him. Maybe Coyote was right. It wasn't fair for his personal business to compromise the mission. But Jake also didn't want to admit that he purposes cheated on you to get back at you. You already thought he was a dick. He didn't want to add fuel to the fire. Maybe, just maybe, could figure out a way to apologize without telling you the whole truth.

..............

You never were the type of person who liked to participate in the showmanship of wearing your dress whites and hitting the town the night before deployment.

Which is why you found yourself in your tiny beach cottage, alone, watching TV. A luxury you wouldn't have for a while. You had just started a new episode when someone knocked at your door. It was late, and you had no idea who it could be.

You got up slowly and walked over to the door. You were surprised and disappointed to see that it was Jake.

You went to slam the door in his face. It was bad enough that you'd be stuck on a carrier with him for a few weeks. You didn't want him to dampen you last night of freedom.

Before the door could shut, he wedged his foot in. "Queenie, can we talk. Please?" He begged, flashing his green eyes at you. You sighed, mentally battling with yourself before wordlessly opening the door. A Cheshire cat smile curled on his lips as you let him in.

"What do you want to talk about?" You asked him as you stood across from him in your living room.

"I wanted to apologize for how things ended when we were at Top Gun. I never should have asked you to choose between me and your dream duty station. That wasn't fair of me. I know it's too little, too late. But I wanted to try to clear the air between us before we shipped out." Jake tells you.

"You think that's what I'm mad about? You think that's why I've been upset and ghosted you?" You asked him in disbelief.

"Is that not it?" Jake trys to be coy.

"No! That's not it. I'm mad because you kissed Krista Johnson! You cheated on me!" You say angrily, trying not to scream at him.

"You saw her kiss me that night?" Jake asks you like he doesn't know. "Queenie, baby, she came on to me. I had no idea you saw that. I thought that you were upset because I wanted you to stay with me in California and not go to Japan." Jake tells you with confidence, hoping you'll believe him.

"She kissed you?" You ask him, trying to process. "Yes. She kissed me. Queenie, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I tried to get ahold of you when you never showed up that night, but you had blocked me by then. I didn't even see you that night." Jake lies to you. He can sense that you are buying it.

"So this whole time, I've been angry over a misunderstanding, and I never gave you a chance to explain yourself. Jake—I—I'm sorry." You apologize to him.

"Don't be. You have nothing to be sorry for." And he isn't wrong when he says that.

You hug Jake, and he hugs you back. The two of you talk some more and agree to try and put the past behind you and move forward for the sake of the team and the mission.

When you both board the carrier the next day, the rest of the Daggers can tell the tension between the two of you has relaxed, and they are thankful for it.

You are still weary of Jake, but you have a sliver of trust for him now when it comes to flying.

.............

When it came time for the mission, Jake was one of the solo pilots chosen to fly it. You would provide stealth coverage and clean up if needed. That night on the carrier, you went to find Jake to talk to him.

When you rounded a corner, you stumbled upon him and Coyote chatting.

"Dude, I'm so glad you and Red made up. I'm also glad you didn't ruin it by making out with Krista Johnson again." Coyote laughed before Jake roughly shoved him. You jumped back out of sight to listen.

"Shut up, man!" Jake scolds Coyote. "Why? You and Red made up. I was just joking." Javy throws his hands up in defense.

"I—I didn't tell Queenie the truth when I talked to her. I told her that Krista came on to me and that I didn't know she saw us kissing and that I thought she was mad over the duty station thing. I couldn't risk telling her that I'm the one who flirted with Kritsa. She'd never trust me again." Jake explains.

"Jake, that's so fucking messed up!" Javy whisper shouts.

"If she knew the truth, she would hold it against me. I didn't want her to have a reason not to have my back if something went sideways. I'll tell her the real truth after the mission. Just don't say anything." Jake pleads with Coyote.

Your blood is boiling. You can't believe you let Jake trick you again.

"What the fuck, Hangman." You say as you come out from the shadows.

"Queenie, what are you doing here?" Jake asks you with a deer in the headlights look on his face. "Cut the shit. I heard everything!" You seethe.

"And that's my queue to leave." Coyote says as he ducks out the door.

"I can't believe you!" You scream at Jake as you shove him into his bunk. "You lied to me, again!" You scream.

"Queenie, please. Let's talk about this." Jake begged you. But you had talked to him, and he had lied to you. You were done talking. Your talking had turned to screams.

"How could you? I trusted you! I followed you down the rabbit hole, but nothing is what it seems. You lied to my face, Jake! Because what? You thought I'd let my personal feelings get in the way of a mission? I'd never do that. Even if you were an asshole!" You shout at him.

"Queenie—I—" Jake begins

"I told you to stop fucking calling me that!" You yell as the tears stream down your face.

There's a long pause before you hang your head and speak.

"You hurt me, Jake. For the second time." You tell him in a somber tone.

"You hurt me too, you know?" Jake starts.

"It hurt me that you chose a different duty station because I loved you, and I thought you loved me. But when you said you were going to Japan, it broke my heart. So I flirted with Krista because I knew it would make you jealous. I wanted to hurt you the same way you made me hurt. And when I saw you that night and saw the look of betrayal on your face, it felt good to know that you got hurt." Jake yells at you.

"Well, I hope you feel good now, too." You saw as you swallowed some tears and walked away.

Before you leave his room, you turn back to him. "And just so you know, that night, I was coming to tell you that I had chosen California to be with you."

Jake stays silent as he watches you walk away. He doesn't speak to anyone the rest of the night, and neither do you.

The air is somber the next morning as you and the chosen squadron members go over your pre-flight checks. Before you climb into the cockpit, Jake walks over to talk to you, but he doesn't get the chance because he's ordered to his own plane.

................

The mission goes as planned, a quick in and out, with no issues. But on the way back, a few bandits swoop in. Phoenix, Bob, and Rooster had managed to successfully avoid them, but you and Jake couldn't shake them.

The scene played out in front of you like something out of a book. Jake was out of missiles and out of ammunition.

You could have left him to his own devices and let him get shot down, but you didn't. You swooped in at the last moment with a life-saving shot.

Back on the carrier, there were cheers, hailing you a hero. But you didn't feel like one. You just did you job.

Later that night, Jake came to your bunk.

"Queenie, I wanted to say thank you for saving my life." He spoke softly.

"I was just doing my job." You say coldly, not looking up from your book.

Jake stands there for a few minutes, tension hangs heavy in the air. "Y/N," he breathes out. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry about everything. You being back here, seeing you again, I've been driving myself crazy with regret. I wish I could go back in time and take it all back. I mean, I've searched the world for something else to make me feel like what we had before I fucked it all up." Jake admits. You can hear the sorrow in his voice.

"It's too little, too late, Jake." You tell him as you stand up from your bunk.

"Queenie, please, just—" He reaches out for you.

"I drove myself crazy too, Jake, trying to figure out where I went wrong. What we had, well— I thought it was Wonderland. But in the end, I guess we both went mad." You chuckle and shake your head.

Jake opens his mouth to speak again, but you stop him.

"This is the end of us, Jake. This is goodbye. I'm done chasing white rabbits and falling down holes." Jake doesn't argue with you. He nods his head and leaves your room, closing the door behind him, knowing he'd never find anyone like you ever again.

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[umlewis]

lewis hamilton, p1, is interviewed during the post-race press conference [part 2/3], britain - july 7, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Journalist: "Alex Kalinauckas, Autosport. Question to Lewis, please: Lewis, you mentioned that undercut, getting out ahead of Lando after the final stops. Just wondered, what were you thinking at that stage, and also just how challenging was it getting to the end, getting the win with Max charging up behind. Thanks." Lewis: "It was really, really tricky conditions, because it was wet from turn fourteen to fifteen, but then dry in places. Turn nine was dry. So the tires, the whole left side was graining for both of us-I'm pretty sure for Lando, as well-and at the beginning it was really difficult to close that gap, and then obviously I started closing that gap to him. But I think on those tires it was literally… It was starting to dry up, and it was about just trying to get the right timing, and I think if Lando had stopped before us, it would have been very, very, very difficult to have got by. And I think the moment in which I came out of turn fifteen and I came in and he stayed out, I knew that this was the moment that I was going to have the chance to undercut him. And then after that I think I was able to just keep him… I could see him in my mirrors, coming through a particular corner, and I could just see him right there. Every now and then he put in a really quick lap, and I couldn't match their pace when they did do that lap, when they did a low… I don't know what it was, a twenty… I can't remember what number the lap was. It was 0.3-something. And then at the end, obviously, when Max started to close in, again just trying to give it absolutely everything, right on the edge, full attack, to try and keep the gap at three seconds; whatever it was. And the tires started to just drop off a little bit towards the end, so I think it was the perfect distance of a stint. If we had another five laps, I don't know if we would have held on to it. But I'm grateful that we were able to." Interviewer: "Thanks, Lewis. Alright. Next one?" Journalist: "Luke Smith from The Athletic. Lewis, congratulations. We saw, getting out of the car, there were some really emotional moments with your father, your mother, and Bono on the podium, as well. To have these people who have been so significant in your career, to be there right as you met them, does this emotionally feel like a win very different to any others in your career?" Lewis: "Yeah, it really does, because I think… I've had my parents come to a race here and there. My mom was there when we won a championship, my dad's been there when we won a championship. It's always been just at a different point of life. First world championship was incredible, but it was really difficult to absorb it all at the age I was at. I think this weekend, I think just within life, your parents are getting older, we're traveling so much. Time with family is a constant challenge. My niece and nephew are growing up and growing out their cuteness. But I've had them here this weekend, and I think they've all… We all try to be there for each other, even at a distance, but to have them there and… I mean, I know I've always had their support, but to be able to see them there and share this experience… They wanted to be at my last British Grand Prix with this team that have been so incredible to us. I mean, Mercedes obviously supported me since I was thirteen, so it's definitely meant the most today, to have them there and be able to share it with them."

Interviewer: "Thank you. Alright. Next one? Yep." Journalist: "Fred Ferret, L'Equipe. Question to Lewis: Congrats. Can I have the menu of your roast dinner yesterday night?" [Lewis and journalists laugh] Lewis: "I didn't have a roast dinner last night, I have to say. I would have loved a roast dinner. My stepmum makes the best roast dinner, and I'd go out of my way to have one, so… Maybe I'll get one tomorrow. I think I'm gonna have a good curry tonight. Indian food. I love Indian food. Last night I just had something normal. [laughs] But I think it was really about… I know I slept very well last night. I was here 'til about ten PM last night, went to do the stage, watched the match, and I came back here and just really worked on my craft, worked on things that I needed to improve on from practice that weren't quite good enough, and I feel like I was able to implement that today. So I think that time really made the difference, last night." Interviewer: "Thank you. Alright, next." Journalist: "Daniel Moxon, the Daily Mail. Lewis, it's been 945 days since you last felt this feeling. Obviously you've had some quite difficult times, relative to what had gone before in that period. After so long without winning a race, is it easy to sort of start losing faith over time that maybe you might not have the chance to feel it again?" Lewis: "Absolutely. It feels different to previous races, and particularly races where you're having race after race after race, or seasons where you're having multiple wins. I think with kind of the adversity, I would say, that we've gone through as a team, and that I personally felt that I've experienced, those challenges, the constant challenge like we all have to get out of bed every day and give it our best shot. And there's so many times where you feel like your best shot is just not good enough, and the disappointment sometimes that you can feel. And we live in a time where mental health is such a serious issue and I'm not going to lie, that I have experienced that, and there's definitely been moments where the thought that this was it, that that was never going to happen again… So to have this feeling, coming across the line… I think, honestly, I've never cried, coming from a win. It just came out of me. [laughs] And it's a really, really great feeling. I'm very, very grateful for it."

[irishmanwhore]

i hate football twt. why is everyone pointing fingers at jude and aurelien for yesterday’s result??? literally everyone was shit yesterday. when everyone isn’t doing their job correctly, you get a shitty result. this fanbase is just in shambles. like yes, you can be frustrated, but constantly saying jude and aurel were the main problem isn’t it. everyone was off their game.

so, with everyone not doing the fundamentals correctly, it leads to mistakes. so with all these mistakes and fatigue, the team COLLECTIVELY performs like shit. all the misplaced passes in the final third leading to quick counters. everyone is constantly chasing and now everyone’s behind the ball. that happened more CONSISTENTLY in the second half when that fatigue was showing in everyone.

let’s think about it…jude, aurel, fede, kylian, carva, and ferland (also cama, but he’s hurt very sad times) didn’t have a proper preseason. five of them started in the super cup game AND played the league game. they aren’t at full match fitness. they ALSO got a good chunk of minutes in the super cup and were severely fatigued around the 70th minute in the mallorca game. carlo should’ve utilized his subs earlier than the 86th minute. that’s not gonna help get momentum AT ALL.

final thing, carlo needs to have a rotation between players cause their are 70+ games to be played within the club, and more games some players have to play with their international teams. that’s a lot of load on the players who constantly start. so, he needs to rotate the players and introduce subs EARLIER, like around the 65th-70th minute.

i have faith that they’ll start clicking and getting better with connections, but they also have to work harder with transitions and positioning defensively. they had the same problems at the start of last season, and they’ve won trophies. so let’s stop pointing fingers and calling the same two people out. it’s just not helpful. that’s my lil schpilll.

[iwriteasfotini]

Hogwarts Rosekiller I of VI

NSFW

Rosekiller wasn't supposed to be part of Our Love is Written in the Stars. I didn't even know the ship existed until I joined tumblr. But now I do, and sorry but you can't unlearn that shit! Now they have an interlude in Book 6 and I'm planning installments from both their POV's during Marauders year 7, which is Evan's first year out of Hogwarts and Barty's year 6.

The Book 6 interlude is not really plot relevant. So... I'm sharing *most* of it! FYI It hasn't been through my full editing process.

Part I of VII - Rating Explicit (543 words) Barty's POV

Warnings: lots of f*bombs and underage

...

Salazar how he hated these detentions. Barty sat at the desk as far away from his babysitters as possible, resisting the urge to fall asleep. Today it was the Gryffindor mudblood and some Hufflepuff bird. Or maybe they wouldn’t care if he napped through. At least Slytherin had won the match yesterday. Beating Gryffindor during Evan’s last year had been extremely rewarding. Especially since Barty knew it was McKinnon and Meadowes’ last year as well. McKinnon had looked ready to murder. 

Even with the victory to reminisce, he was annoyed to be in detention. He was annoyed at Regulus, who still thought Barty wouldn’t notice his shifty behavior. He was annoyed with the administration who had forced him to take all five electives which meant his workload this year was astronomical. Good thing he had a photographic memory. And no one said he had to excel in his lessons, merely pass. 

At least he had the afternoon free, Evan having canceled their practice session in light of the victory, giving everyone time to rest and recuperate from the massive party the night before. Although Barty always found bashing bludgers around to be very soothing, that and blow jobs. And Evan was extremely generous where blow jobs were concerned. 

Barty tugged at his lip rings with his teeth. He wanted Evan to get one, but Evan laughed and said they’d get tangled up together while snogging, and did he want to go around like two fish caught on a single hook?

“The rings are solid you prat,” scoffed Barty. “There is nothing to hook.”

Evan shrugged. “They look best on you anyhow.”

At this point Barty was pretty sure half the house knew they were together, even though they kept their intimate relationship completely private. But you’d have to be really thick to not notice all those people who spent time in private… together. It was one of the reasons Regulus annoyed him to no end. Because he continued to uphold the veneer that he wasn’t seeing anyone to Barty. Barty was many things, but an idiot was not one of them. 

And he’d be lying if he said the fact he’d still fuck Regulus, if given the chance, wasn’t one of the reasons he’d let Regulus continue on with his little ruse all these years. Because yes, they were now years into this behavior. Barty reasoned Regulus must be either extremely ashamed of whoever he was seeing, not likely because guilt wasn’t an emotion he felt Regulus was familiar with, or whoever it was was on the off-limits list. This was far more likely. Of course Regulus would fall for some dweeb blood traitor. He was more like his brother than he admitted. 

And yet, Barty let him have his fun. Because Barty was happy, and knowing someone else could make the impossible work somehow gave him faith that his impossible would work out as well. At the end of the day, it wasn’t his business who Regulus sucked off. All Barty needed to know was that Regulus was capable of lying, well enough for most people to not question his actions. 

Barty was also capable of lying. His whole life was one big fucking lie. Self-preservation had that effect on a person.

...

Continue to Part II

This is part of my very epic story Our Love is Written in the Stars which you can find more about in my pinned post.

[moody4world]

I win you lose

A/N: a little something I thought of after the game from yesterday.

Everyone was aware that Jack was kind of big on sports. You, not at all but every four years during the world cup you suddenly become a football fanatic. You’ve been dating Jack for three years now and this year happened to be the 22nd edition of the World Cup. When the last one took place im 2018 you hadn’t even met jack yet so this would be the first time you two spend the FIFA weeks together.

You were a big supporter of the Netherlands team and Jack was obviously rooting for USA.

Both The Netherlands and USA had done very well on their first games leading to the knockout rounds where they were set to go against the each other. The minute that this match was confirmed you and Jack have been betting on who was going to win.

He would mock you all week saying how you were going to lose and you would do the same back. The day of the match comes and you were both rocking your representative team’s jerseys, anxiously waiting to see how the game would go.

It’s been two minutes in and USA had almost scored a goal if it wasn’t for the keeper’s quick reaction. “COME ONNNN” Jack was frustrated and the game barely started. You, however were very relieved that they didn’t make the goal. “HAAAA you are going doooowwwnnn Jackman mark my words.” You teased him. “You don’t even like football.” “Well I do like the world cup so don’t be a sore loser” “DoNt bE a SoRe lOsEr” Jack mocked you.

“GO GO GO YEEEEESSSS” Nine minutes and thirty seconds into the game, Netherlands had scored their first goal and you were over the moon. “Oh yeah, we scored, uh huh that’s right” you danced around Jack as you sang terribly. He was a bit upset but he couldn’t help but think how cute it was to see you so interested in sports for once. “Memphis Depay is so fine.” That made Jack raise an eyebrow. “So you’re just gonna thirst over a soccer player right infront of me?””It’s not like I have a chance with him. If I did I wouldn’t be sitting here baby.” Jack pouted and you gave him a kiss reassuring him that you were only joking. The silly rivalry between the two of you went on until the last twenty minutes of the game. It was now 2-0 and you were convinced that there was no way you could lose anymore but Jack still carried some hope.

At 75 minutes USA scored their first goal of the match and Jack was ecstatic to say the least. He screamed super loud and ran from the living room to the kitchen and back while you shook your head and rolled your eyes at his dramatics. “You’re still losing anyway.” “A lot can happen in the next few minutes baby, don’t be too sure of yourself.” You knew that was true so it did make you anxious all over again. But less than five minutes later the 2-1 score changed to 3-1 and there was only 10minutes left. Once the referee blew his whistle and the timer was over 90minutes you knew that you had officially won.

“YEEEEEEESSSS I TOLD YOUUU” you screamed all happily while Jack felt defeated. “Yeah yeah whatever. Argentina’s probably winning later so good luck getting past them on friday.” “I can worry about that later but right now I get to rub it in your face that I won and you lost.” “Is this how you feel when I win all our other bets?” “Well it depends. How do you feel baby?” “I feel defeated, destroyed. 3-1 is disrespectful.” “Then yes, that’s exactly how I feel.” Jack sighed. “Since you won what’s your wish?” You suddenly got shy. The deal was that whoever wins gets to have one wish that the other must fulfill without any complaints.

“Don’t get all shy now, you had the biggest mouth just then.” “Okay okay, remember that thing I suggested we try last time and you said no because you were scared it would hurt me even though I insisted we try it anyway?” Jack was confused on what you were talking about until it all came back to him. “Of course you would choose that as your wish you dirty slut.” His voice became low and his bright blue eyes darkened with lust. Jack grabbed your cheeks with his big hand pulling you in and all you could do was giggle like a mess. “Go upstairs and get ready, i’ll be right there okay?”

“Yes sir”

[bearterritory]

No. 11 Cal Edges No. 17 UCLA 4-3

BERKELEY – Katja Wiersholm clinched a California women's tennis victory for the second straight match, as the 11th-ranked Golden Bears defeated No. 17 UCLA, 4-3, on Saturday at the Hellman Tennis Complex. The 53rd-ranked Cal junior bested 72nd-ranked Bianca Fernandez, 6-4, 5-7, 6-3, to end the match and keep the Bears unbeaten in the Pac-12 Conference at 5-0 (12-3 overall).   UCLA now has a 10-4 record (4-1 Pac-12).   Wiersholm clinched Cal's 6-1 win over No. 45 Utah last Saturday in Berkeley, and she also clinched the season-opening, 4-0 win over Illinois.   "It's important in these moments to convince yourself that you want it to come down to you, that you want to be the one to put that number four up on the board," Wiersholm said Saturday. "I kept reminding myself of that today, and it really helped push me through."   The Bears took a 1-0 lead when the 23rd-ranked pair of Mao Mushika and Hannah Viller Moeller beat Elise Wagle and Tian Fangran, 6-4, on court one to clinch the doubles point. Earlier, Cal's Jessica Alsola and Valentina Ivanov won 6-4 over the Bruins' 80th-ranked Kimmi Hance and Anne Christine Lutkemeyer on court two.   "We did a really good job in doubles, and we didn't even get to hit a ball yesterday because it was wet," Cal head coach Amanda Augustus said. "I wanted to see us come out aggressive and quick, and I really thought we did. That was important. UCLA is a very good team. We know if we can get that doubles point, it helps a lot, because it's hard to win four singles matches against a good team like that. They always battle hard."   In singles, Alsola, ranked 54th, gave Cal a 2-0 lead when she topped Lutkemeyer, 6-4, 6-4, on court four. But losses on court two and court one left the match tied, 2-2.   Mushika, a freshman, beat Wagle on court five, 6-4, 7-6(7), to momentarily give the Bears a 3-2 lead.   But UCLA knotted the match at 3-3 when Ahmani Guichard defeated Cal's Lan Mi in three sets, 7-6(7), 3-6, 6-1, on court six, in what was just Mi's third singles loss of 2024. The junior leads the Bears with a 32-5 record.   That left court three to decide the match. Wiersholm had the chance to end it when leading 5-4 in the second set, though Fernandez rallied to take the set. Given another chance in the third, Wiersholm slammed the door shut on the Bruins.   Like Mi, Wiersholm has lost just three times in singles in 2024, after losing just once in the fall. The junior has compiled a 21-4 record through Saturday.   "At the end of the day it is about the results, it is about the winning," Wiersholm said, "and every day I just keep telling myself to try and get better each day so that when it comes down to it, I can be that one percent better than the girl on the other side of the net. That's what I've been working towards, and I feel like it's been getting better and better each match and each month. The season's going by quick, though, and that's what makes it challenging sometimes."   Added Augustus, "I'm just proud of us finishing that match out, and I'm looking forward to another tough battle tomorrow."  

[digitalemperor]

Hello again, yesterday I played at the local store I usually go to. It was only a five person tournament, but I still won in the end. I faced my brother playing bloomlord, a guy who's started showing up more with ravemon, and a really skilled player that I'm rather close to and had alphamon. I was playing hunters and only lost two rounds(I won all my matches, though) one against bloom and one against rave. Which was really good, considering it was my first time playing hunters in a tournament as I usually play Blue Flare. No one really pulled anything, though, unfortunately. Afterward, I played around a bit in some matches with royale knights and Blue Flare against alpha and rosemon. Then, at the end of the night, I played a 6-person battle royale of lorcana with the shopkeep,my brother, and a few friends. Two of which usually come for digimon, but were busy with the one peice prerelease. I play blue green in lorcana and really like Battle royales, so I based my deck more, so on that, then competitive viability.

[catflowerqueen]

Some interesting things were revealed/implied in today’s (technically yesterday’s at the time I post this) SAMS episode in regards to the early timeline for Sun and Moon.

If you recall, in the Interviews episode Sun said that he (and by extension Moon) worked for Fazbear’s for five years—which is exactly how long ago alternate!Moon killed his Sun. Based on some of my other timeline theories, and what I think just makes sense in general given the nature of Sun and Moon being built for the specific purpose of running a daycare (ignoring the recent revelations of them having once worked in the theater, since I don’t know if SAMS follows that canon), I think alternate!Sun and Moon must have still been very young AIs when that Moon killed his brother—or at least that they had not been working at the Daycare for very long. If they were both trying to find their footing, as it were, and didn’t have a lot of experience, then any number of things could have happened to act as a tipping point for why that Moon would have gone so far as to kill his brother when he didn’t in the canon timeline. It had to have been before he and his Sun had their talk and came to an accord about trying to work together, at any rate—or else that talk had to have gone extraordinarily badly or something, and that could have come down to any number of tiny things. Just like how Eclipse and Bloodmoon actually seemed fairly equally matched in their battle (and it really does seem like Bloodmoon only got the upper hand because Sun pulled Eclipse into his mind at that particular moment), and the tipping point for the “Eclipse won” universe was very likely to have been that Sun deciding to spare Eclipse where ours didn’t, and then Eclipse turning around for a double-cross. …Or just simply them not finding the star in time, I guess, since apparently Eclipse had already activated it by that point and it just took time to finish.

Personally, I’m thinking that the alternate!timeline is the one Moon was speculating about with Freddy when he came for help with the Shadow Freddy problem—the one where Freddy suggested just destroying Shadow Freddy, and then mentioned vague “repercussions” if he chose that route and compared it to a possible scenario where Moon destroyed Sun while he was in his head. Moon did say there was probably a dimension where that happened, and that it “wasn’t a fun thought,” and, well… here we are.

Of course, this theory does assume that the actual timeline of events match up, and the two universes are existing concurrently, which might not actually be the case given that the two Daycares were identical. In the SAMS canon timeline, the Daycare only exists in its current state because of a combination of Monty doing a lot of design work and Moon being able to make enough money (presumably via his tech and experiments) that Monty could take a sizeable chunk and skim some off the top. But that only happened very recently—and given the method, that cannot be why the alternate!Daycare looks like that. Even disregarding the horrible things that Moon is implied to have done to his Monty, he clearly was not sane enough to have been able to do the experiments necessary to get the funding for that.

While one might be able to argue he could have done it in his early days after killing his Sun (since he certainly would not have been able to do it while sharing a body with Sun, given how little agency and control he had), I still don’t think it’s very likely. He would have had a very limited amount of time to actually learn any of that before going completely off the deep end, and he already would have been starting with a shortened timer after murdering his brother—because I am pretty sure that it still would have counted as far as his kill code goes, and even if it didn’t register the same way, I get the feeling that Moon was already pretty far gone to actually be able to accomplish that feat in the first place. So this means that either the daycare was built differently from the start with more funding, or it got renovated for other reasons at some point, but all that had to have happened before Moon killed Sun, because there wouldn’t have been a point otherwise. Unless they were trying to make an elaborate cage for Moon or something? But there would have been far easier and less dangerous solutions if that was the case.

…Which actually brings up more thoughts in regards to the “backstory” of the shared channels in relation to the Security Breach game itself. From what I’ve gathered, it seems like it was kind of an “actor au” scenario, where everyone was just playing a role (that happened to be their own identity)… but at the same time some of the things they’ve said, both on SAMS and the other channels, kind of implies that at least some of the events of the game actually happened in the channels’ canon? Perhaps not at the specific Pizzaplex that Sun, Moon, Lunar, and Chica live in—especially since it seems like they had multiple different Glamrock Freddies and Roxannes having to try out for the part—but the fact that Vanny is still running around in that rabbit suit and, as was revealed on the Roxanne and Gregory show recently, Gregory “just showed up at the Pizzaplex one day and then got adopted” definitely makes me think something went down there.

So another guess for what might have happened with alternate!Moon’s daycare situation is that management or whoever, for some reason, decided he should play the role of “Moon” for their universe’s filming of the game, which is what let him get close enough to Gregory to “rip his arm off,” with that particular incident happening at a point in the story where the other animatronics had been shattered. And that maybe the reason why the Daycare looks as nice as it does despite not actually getting any visitors is because that was just the set they were using for that part of the game.

Ignoring the oddities with the physical daycare, though, if we do assume that their timeline is not concurrent with the SAMS one, then what probably happened is that the conversation about sharing and working together just didn’t happen at all between that Sun and Moon, since that does seem to have been the catalyst for ours getting along better. Even though they both are still terrible at actually talking to each other, that conversation at least let the other know that they didn’t intentionally want to hurt each other—whether physically or emotionally—so they were able to start bonding and getting to enjoy each other’s company… and giving Moon just that little bit of agency he would have needed to start getting more interested in science and begin planning the separation process. But if that conversation didn’t happen in the other timeline, then probably that Sun got even more scared of Moon’s violent tendencies, and tightened the leash more—which would have just made Moon more angry and lash out, in turn probably causing the incident which put the kill code over the limit into the sort of instability that would have made him more willing and able to outright kill Sun in the first place. And it’s the sort of control we know Sun is more than capable of, considering that’s where Eclipse got his tendencies from—and it got to the extent where Lunar was physically lashing out. And Moon would have needed far less prompting.

And I think that just goes to show how both Moon and Sun like to blame themselves for issues beyond their control? Or at least they try to take more than their fair share? Because as this entire situation goes to show, there really wasn’t much either could have done to stop Eclipse—or if not him specifically, then some other Eclipse-like entity—from forming. Sun had tightened Moon’s leash as much as he safely could, but that still didn’t give Moon a lot of leeway for making plans for the separate bodies. And, honestly, given that Sun was helping him suppress his kill-code, to the point where that was likely one of Sun’s main jobs (though why the Creator thought Moon needed a kill code in the first place is beyond me, assuming he put that in of his own volition. Life is pain—sure, whatever, but that doesn’t typically tend to involve murder), it actually does make a lot of sense from a meta perspective for Moon to try and leave that code with Sun. If Sun’s job is to suppress it in the first place, then what better way is there to do that than to have him keep direct hold of it?

And I’m not entirely convinced that’s even the specific code Eclipse formed from, since I’m pretty sure the only person he’s actually killed in SAMS canon is that one guy who did Sun’s interview, since we know July 16th was Bloodmoon’s fault. Like. Sun and Moon might not know that, but we and Eclipse definitely do. In any case—whether Eclipse formed from that code or not, the Creator still heavily implied that something/someone else still would have formed eventually anyways given the nature of how he made the two, and the way they were supposed to work together.

So, really, that isn’t either of their faults. They both agreed to separate, it wasn’t sustainable for their sanity to stay together like they had been, and other people were also involved in the process and should share some of the blame. Mistakes were made, but they were made on all sides.

These brothers need to stop wallowing in self-loathing and actually talk to each other.

Really, what needs to happen is that Lunar needs to act as an intermediary and remind them of that “I was a cancer” statement Moon made right before October, because that is not only a very powerful line of dialogue, it is also a callback to that almost-conversation the two briefly had over trying to see that point in their lives from the others’ perspective. It makes sense why it couldn’t have gotten too far, since they both got took over mere minutes later, but that’s also the starting point they need to work from now, since that’s the core of so many of their issues with each other.

Sun got the benefit of having a friend and partner—someone who he could talk to and who helped him out when he got stressed out—at the cost of being in a lot of physical pain. Moon got to have someone who helped keep him sane at the cost of emotional pain in the form of a lack of agency. And those differing experiences makes it hard at times to be able to understand what the other went through—even now that they’ve each gotten a taste of each perspective via October—and their refusal to talk about it has just made the situation worse. Even if the reason why they don’t talk in the first place is because they are trying to both heal from their own pain in that regard and ensure that their brother doesn’t have to feel any more of it.

…Additionally, it seems like the two of them have different go-to methods in terms of dealing with things. Sun wants to figure out why they happened while Moon is more concerned with ensuring they can’t happen again. Both methods offer their own solutions, and when done in tandem can actually be of great benefit to both investigations… but the issue is that there still needs to be a working balance. And Sun and Moon aren’t doing that.

So, again, Lunar (and probably Monty—and hopefully their other “friends,” though I kind of doubt they’ll bother—even despite Moon having just done a huge favor for Freddy) is going to have to really step it up in terms of getting the two of them to have a frank and honest discussion with each other.

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🎤 Sascha's R2 press conference after his win over Müller:

Transcript:

Moderator: First of all, congratulations, onto the third round, straight sets. Assess your performance, where you think your game is at this point as you move forward.

Sascha: Much better than in the first round. I thought, at some points, he also played some very good tennis, especially in the second set. And, yeah, I mean, I'm happy to be through in three sets because I think, you know, weather and conditions are extremely difficult today, it's very hot, very humid. And the less time I spend on the court, the better it is.

Q1: You clearly saw Müller go out between the - after the first set with the medical time-out, getting treatment during the second set. Did that change your strategy in your game at all?

Sascha: No, I thought he played better in the second set than he did in the first, so... he was going for shots more. I don't know what he had, to be honest, but I thought he played some fantastic tennis, to be honest. And... especially the second set tie-breaker was quite high level. I mean, I was down 5-2 and him serving, but I didn't feel like I did much wrong. I thought he really won the points, and, yeah, of course I'm happy to have turned that around and then ran away with it in the third set.

Q2: Hi, Sascha, well done. What - on a day like today where conditions are so miserable, what are you doing out there to try and survive?

Sascha: (Smiling) It's not "miserable" (laughs). Sometimes the rainy days in Paris or Wimbledon, they're more miserable. Today is just hot and humid, but I felt good. I was, at some point, I was very, very wet (laughs). I was... the whole court was flooded from me, but I felt good physically, I didn't feel tired, I didn't feel the heat too much like I did in Paris, actually. So that's also, you know, a good sign for me.

Q2: And what are you doing to try and keep yourself cool?

Sascha: For me, it's about getting used to the conditions before the match. I try to stay outside as much as I can, I try not to stay in the AC, I try not to stay in rooms which are a lot colder than the playing conditions are. So I spend all of my time outside. And then, obviously, it's about hydration, it's about the days before. I mean, yesterday, extra hydration, today morning as well, and hoping to get through that (smiles).

Q3: Having been as close as you've been to winning a Major, that could be a positive or negative psychologically. What has it been for you, and how do you try to use it?

Sascha: Well, I was very close [in] 2020 here. Obviously, I was a few points away from winning the US Open. I felt like the best tennis I've played was when I got injured against Rafa, so that was tough for me mentally. But, you know, just after the injury, the year that I had so far, and, you know, being one set away from the French Open - yes, I didn't win the French Open, and I wish I would've, you know? It's... it would have been a dream come true for me.

But, you know, those kind of tournaments and the level of play this year has shown me, "okay, I've recovered from injury, I'm back, you know, competing for big tournaments". And I can really go to these kind of events and think about, you know, winning. And that gives me hope, that is something that, you know, I've worked very hard for. And, of course (smiles), one day, I want to lift a Grand Slam trophy, that's no secret for me.

Q4: Sascha, congratulations for the win. You will next meet Thomas Martín Etcheverry, who played five sets across four hours, a match very different to yours. What are your thoughts about your mindset for that?

Sascha: Yeah, I played him one time before at the French Open last year. And, you know, it was a quarter-final match, and I thought he was playing the best tennis of his life back then. But, yeah, he's a young player, he's very aggressive, very tall as well, somebody who moves very good for his size as well. So I'm expecting a tough match, for sure. But, you know, I hope I can still improve my game, I can still, you know, make myself play better and better every match. And we'll see how it will be after tomorrow (smiles).