#all the teams have their own logos and cheers too

[theonlycampix]

Whats some really unknown thing you like that you wish more people knew about? like games or stories and such?

Hoo boy I could go really at length here but I'll try and keep it brief since I don't know how many people would even be interested in this

So I'm not much of a sports guy. I don't really like watching sports, I don't get much out of them. But there is a channel on YouTube called Jelle's Marble Runs that has made an entire alternate Earth that is populated entirely by sentient marbles, and they do marble Olympics and marble Forumla One and marble Extreme Sports

Make no mistake. These are marbles. Normal, everyday marbles that run courses designed by humans.

But each event is professionally commentated, and there are little bits of lore behind each team if you want to research them. Or you could just enjoy watching colored marbles go through different competitions, events, and courses, and make little bets on who would win based on your favourite theme.

Like, my favourite team is Team Momo, and I've stuck with them because they're a bit of an underdog in the League - never performing on the level of the Oceanics where they're booted for being just, the worst; but not on the level of The O'Rangers where it's just, lame to cheer for them because they always win everything and it's an event when they don't.

Team Momo especially is famous for their track record of injuries. They've suffered from altitude sickness (as marbles), falling off of the track, and most famously, in Collision in one of the winter olympics, one of them was chipped and had to be removed from the competition for that year entirely. They ended up fusing with Team Primary, a team that hadn't qualified for that year, and made the temporary Team MoMary. They didn't do too well that league, but I still had fun watching them.

Like I said: I'm not a sports guy. But Jelle's Marble Runs, the Marble Leagues, and Marbula One kind of UNLOCKED something in me

[mv1simp]

Vegas, Baby (I Wanna Ride) ♥️

Max Verstappen x Friend!Reader

welcome to vegas baby, give me money, give me diamonds, give me rubies baby (get on your knees and beg me please to let you in me)

Tonight's a big night for the Redbull team in Las Vegas. Max Verstappen just won his 4th WDC, and you, his good friend, just won your first F2 race. After months of rising sexual tension, the line between you and Max starts blurring during a wild Vegas afterparty. Nothing beats crowning a 4th championship than passionate celebration sex, right?

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom! Max, sub! Reader who’s playing mind games to seduce him, size kink, praise kink, cream pie, morally dubious relationship status but no cheating, drunk passionate sex with max post WDC is literally the epitome of my dreams, 5.3k WC

Max! The blonde Dutchman’s concentration shifts from one of the many post Las Vegas Grand Prix interviews he’s been coerced into to hear your familiar voice excitedly calling for him. His cute smile turns into an even more gorgeous grin as he spots you making a beeline across the media pen, long curls flying behind you. The cameras rapidly start stuttering as you practically leap into Max’s arms when he tightly hugs you back, lifting you up off the ground easily. Congratulations, Maxie! you gush excitedly, beaming up at him with genuine emotion. I’m so happy for you, you deserve this win so much!

Pink dusts the cheeks of the now 4 time world champion from your attention as he looks down at your shorter frame, his muscular arms snugly around your waist. You couldn’t care less about the sticky champagne drenching his suit, because your own RB suit is wet from your celebration of winning the F2 race earlier that day. You too, schatje, Max returns warmly, the paparazzi completely ignored. Winning your first race, in Las Vegas too, from P11? I’m so proud of you! Now you're blushing as he tousles your hair affectionately. You two are just good friends, of course, and Max is in a relationship with a model - even though it's a rather turbulent one. But the F1 gossip mill is always running rampant with rumours about your relationship with Max - especially with the overfamiliar touches you're both now leaving with lingering hands on each other.

The interviewers flock at the chance to interview the F1 and F2 champions together, who provide them with entertaining answers fueled by the 3rd G&T that Max has already started drinking from his Redbull bottle. You smirk and raise your own bottle to cheers against his, making Max’s icy blue eyes twinkle with amusement as he realises you’re very much on the same wavelength of starting celebrations early. Great minds think alike, right Maxie? you wink conspiratorially, making him laugh. The media reps are basically forgotten as the pair of you end up in your own conversation of excited yapping about adrenaline fueled moments from your races, littered with inside jokes lost to the viewers.

When his PR manager calls Max's name, trying to prevent anymore dubious scandals, the blonde looks apologetically towards you, promising that the two of you would have to celebrate properly tonight, okay? You nod eagerly as you watch him go for the rest of his media duties, your smile so wide that your cheeks almost hurt. You’re still buzzing with adrenaline of your own win, and know that your own manager won’t be happy with the pictures of you practically climbing Max to hug him, not an inch of space between you as he pulls you against him. After all, the tabloids love to speculate that there’s something more between the Redbull 3 time - now 4! - world champion and you, the rising talent in F2 with your Redbull Academy seat, and one of the very few women on the grid.

That’s how you and Max had met - on the Redbull practice circuit, the two of you the only ones wanting to practise in horrific conditions of rain and hail. He’d been curious to see another car with the familiar Bull logo out on the track, and then found himself even more curious when the helmet came off to reveal your cutely flushed face and pretty curls that fell down your back. You became fast friends, after you got along your initial awe of 3x WDC Max Verstappen casually giving you driving pointers. He was actually an incredibly humble and loyal friend, and you appreciated how much time he'd spent out of his busy schedule to help you. Meanwhile, Max found your conversation and humour so refreshing compared to other junior drivers who would suck up to him, and you were never afraid to give Max a piece of your mind with your fiery, passionate personality - similar to his. For the first time in months since he'd started dating his demanding girlfriend, who always told Max off for being too loud or making immature jokes, Max found himself genuinely relaxing and speaking freely.

So with all the time on the practise track, and then off the track when you moved to Monaco and began attending the same parties, padel games and hungover brunches with Max, it was no surprise the two of you had become good friends - with a lot of speculation from the public. Many of his fans and friends disliked his current relationship with the pretty model who constantly used Max's name for her own clout with little interest in his passion for racing and e-sim gaming. In comparison, the easy laughs and witty banter seen frequently between you and Max had many conspiring that you'd be a far better match for the F1 champion. Especially in today's Las Vegas interviews, where the growing electric chemistry was palpable to viewers even through the screen.

Of course, you'd never admit to anyone that you secretly agreed with all the gossip columns. You and Max were perfectly suited for each other - but you would never be able to tell him, especially as you didn't have the slightest idea if Max liked you back or even found you attractive since he was so outgoing and touchy with all his close friends. For the past couple of months you'd been secretly pining for him, eyeing his moody girlfriend jealously as she yanked him from celebrations to go home early. You'd starting catching yourself staring up at the gorgeous blonde with heart eyes when he'd patiently explain some new racing tactic to you. No guy could come close to Max in your mind, and you're becoming increasingly sexually frustrated as the object of your desires stayed out of your reach but you aren't hook up with anyone else. So much so that in the week before Las Vegas, you'd started having some very dirty dreams involving a tall, muscular, blonde ending training early and bending you over the hood of his car as he whispered accented Dutch in your ear. Gonna let me fuck you now, baby? You'll take all of my cock, just like I taught you, right?

You knew it was so, so wrong to secretly lust after your friend and teammate like this - especially since he was taken. But tonight, with the thrill of winning your first ever F2 race in frickin' Vegas of all places, at the same time as Max taking his 4th WDC...Well, let's just say you were feeling especially wild tonight. Taking another shot of gin as you got ready in your spacious hotel bathroom, you admire the sight of yourself in the mirror. You're lot more dressed up than usual, out of your racing suit for once . Smokey eyeshadow compliments your wide, doe eyes and long hair you’d blown out in loose curls, all to show off the main view of a tight, sparkly red minidress that pushed up your tits perfectly. You certainly looked the part of a winner out on a hunt for the best way to celebrate tonight, and your best friend agreed as she whistled when walking into the bathroom. Girl, goddamn, that dress looks insanely sexy on you! she gushed, making you shoot her a pleased smile. Trying to catch a certain someone’s attention tonight? she added with a teasing look. Don’t worry, Max won’t be able to keep his eyes off you!

You let out an embarrassed yelp and tell her to shut up, you were not into him like that! Used to your denials, your friend rolls her eyes fondly and tells you you’d been practically moaning his name when you’d been napping earlier, you little slut! She puts you out of your misery when your face goes as red as your dress by adding in that she’d heard his girlfriend wasn’t here tonight to celebrate - apparently, she was pissed he hadn’t flown her out on his private jet and he’d decided to take a break. Winking, she tells you that Max is all yours tonight! You shoo her away but your heart’s nervously skipping a beat with the news. Slipping on your impressive six inch stilettos with glittery straps circling around your legs, you make your way to the after party downstairs.

The bass is thumping, drinks easily flowing and the crowded hotel nightclub buzzing with energy tonight where many of the racing drivers and fans have come to celebrate tonight. You’d meant to go find Max when you got there, but are pulled into excited hugs by lots of your own friends and team members to congratulate you. Soon enough, a few hours have passed and you’re very pleasantly tipsy, giggling and twirling around on the dance floor with your girlfriends and quite a few guys who are running appreciative looks over your pretty figure. But when your wide doe eyes finally meet icy blue across the room, all other men are forgotten and you're making your way over in a heartbeat.

Schatje, Max greets you easily, interrupting the conversations people crowding around him were trying to start. You give him an adoring smile as you wrap your arms around those ridiculously wide shoulders of his when he pulls you into him. The alcohol you’ve both been drinking lowers your boundaries as you giggle into his ears you’ve been looking everywhere for him! He chuckles, telling you that he’d been right here, but you’d been too popular with everyone else tonight. Too busy for me now that you’re a F2 winner? he teases. You playfully push his broad chest, admiring how toned his muscles are under your freshly manicured palm. Maybe, you tease back. I only enjoy the company of drivers who are five time world champions, at least. Seen Lewis anywhere?

Max’s gorgeous blue eyes crinkle in amusement as he tips his head back to laugh, and you're staring up his thick neck, enjoying the sight of his angular jaw and plush lips with a cute freckle you wanted so desperately to kiss. Reminding yourself not to get too carried away until you had some idea how Max felt, you tugged at his biceps to indicate you wanted him to follow you. He easily took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together as you pull him towards the second floor. This was a pretty frequent for you two, breaking off from a crowded party to yap and gossip about some drama or catch up without all eyes on you. Just as you reach the stairs, one of your team’s engineers calls out to you, giving you a tight embrace that lasts a few seconds too long to be a friendly congratulations. You don’t really notice though, too relaxed and happy, and gush your thank you’s to him as he compliments how well you drove today. He’s pretty cute, and you’re starting to get carried away in the conversation until a warm, large palm curls possessively around your curvy hips. A shiver runs up your spine as Max’s deep voice drawls out behind you that he was bored, can you two go upstairs now?

You immediately turn your focus back onto the attractive blonde, assuring him Of course, Maxie! Your arm wraps around his bicep to steady yourself as you two walk upstairs, your high heels clicking against the marble floor. Your abruptly forgotten engineer receives a rather smug smirk from Max. When you’re finally alone in a tiny powder room, small enough that you have to stand close together with the locked door but well lit by an illuminated mirror atop the counter, Max can’t resist a snarky that engineer seemed very into you.

You dismiss Max’s claims, telling him to stop joking around as you leaned into the mirror to repply your lip gloss. No, he was definitely checking you out, Max responds behind you. His already deep accent you’d always had a thing for turns even huskier. Can’t blame him though…you look fucking incredible tonight.

Desire curls in your gut as you gasp at his unexpected compliment, glancing to see Max’s blue eyes locked onto you through the mirror. The Dutchman’s gaze is sharp despite the tipsy flush on his cheeks as it wanders up your lush thighs, accentuated by your stilettos, over your juicy ass and hips before coming to meet your pretty eyes. There’s no denying the hungry expression he wears, especially as you slowly finish applying your lip gloss, drawing his attention to your tempting pink lips. He looks like a lion starving to sink his fangs into his next meal.

You swallow, suddenly feeling a little shy as you avoid his gaze, even though you'd dolled up tonight just for him. You should be saying something like that to your girlfriend, you say suddenly. Where is she, anyways? Max rolls his eyes at the reminder, unamused with the change of topic. Fuck knows, he says exasperatedly. I don’t care anymore, we’re taking a break. You turn to face him, raising an eyebrow as you coyly ask Just a break? What, she’s trying to find a billionaire because a F1 millionaire just isn’t cutting it?

Max chuckles at your not so subtle dig, knowing how you felt about his rather superficial girlfriend. But instead of letting it go, tonight you decide to continue and ask him why he was still with her? He shrugs, telling you it was just easier at this point to stay with her instead of the drama of a messy breakup, and dating hot but 2D models was what everyone expected of F1 drivers anyway.

You narrow your eyes, a little annoyed now, and step closer to Max to announce that’s stupid, since when did he do what others expect of him instead of what he wanted? Besides, he deserved a girlfriend who actually cared for him as a person, who celebrated each of his wins and losses, and on a night like tonight - well, he should be getting whatever he wanted from her, you added playfully. You’ve ended up so close that Max can feel the warmth of your soft tits pressed up against his chest, the heels you’re wearing helping your height. He can't resist admiring at the way your cleavage bounces every time you passionately speak.

Whatever I want, huh? Max murmurs lowly, his blue eyes dark with desire as he suddenly leans down, making your eyes widen and thick lashes flutter. His thumb softly brushes across your cheeks to press against your lower lip, parting your mouth slightly. He’s silent for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, and then - What if all I want is you?

You gasp, both with excitement and shock at the realisation that Max returned your feelings. A coy smile appears on your lips as you press your hands to his firm chest, leaning up to whisper into his ear that he was lucky, then, because you'd been looking for a way to congratulate him properly.

He grins wickedly as you return his hungry look, your normally sparkling eyes now sultry with desire. Oh yeah? he says lowly, large palms skimming your waist. And what were you thinking would be the proper way to say congratulations?

There’s no going back to friendship after this, the blurred line well and truly vanishing. Thank god, because you couldn’t take the sexual frustration any longer. You’d heard that the sex after winning in Vegas is really good…and since he’d ended up winning the championship, he deserved to fuck you long and hard, right?

Max’s breath hitches at your offer, his already semi erect cock hardening. Fuck, schatje, he breathes, his lips so close to yours they’re almost touching. That mouth of yours…I didn’t know it could be so dirty. Makes me want to ruin it. You smile with faux innocence, batting your lashes up at him. Why don’t you, Max? Ruin me, then.

That’s all it takes for his lips to lock into yours, a gentle first kiss between friends quickly turning into a sloppy, heated make out that has you drooling against him. Been wanting to do this forever, Max groans in between deep kisses. You giggle, asking him what his girlfriend would think of that. Who? Max says, looking genuinely confused as he leans in again to slide his tongue in to explore your mouth. Oh, the ex? You laugh into the kiss, knowing any other woman would be out of the picture by the time you’ve shown Max just how he deserved to be treated tonight.

Suddenly you’re being lifted up easily to sit on the marble counter, squealing at his impressive strength. He greedily presses against you, your lush thighs parting easily around his narrow waist. It’s a good thing the club’s bass is so loud, otherwise any passerbys would hear the wet, sensual moans of you passionately making out. Max’s bear paws of hands squeeze your thighs and plump ass firmly, making your minidress ride up so he could feel your dampening panties as you start grinding against his impressive bulge through his jeans. Fuck, schatje, you’re already this wet? Max breathes, blue eyes blown with desire when he pulls back for a second as you both pant. Only for you, Maxie you say adoringly, running manicured hands along his broad shoulders and into his soft, blonde locks. Whatever you want tonight, remember? So tell me, what would the world champion like next?

Max inhales sharply at your obedient words, at how you’re looking up at his darkened blue eyes with so much devotion. It fills him with an inexplicable need to have you all to himself, not just tonight but every night from now. You decide to give him a gentle nudge, guiding his large palms to cup your full breasts through your dress. You keep looking at my chest, Maxie. Do you want to see what’s underneath my dress? Max’s jaw drops open as you help his fingers tug down your neckline, letting it fall to your waist and leaving you half dressed in a lacy navy blue bra.

My favourite colour, Max says absentmindedly, too distracted with the heavenly vision in front of him. When you giggle and tell him you know, that’s why you wore it! he groans lowly, yanking the lace down so your full breasts lay exposed to his hungry gaze. So fucking pretty, he breathes, you look so good in my colours, schatje.

You can’t respond because you’re moaning again from his thick fingers squeezing your bouncing tits, circling your sensitive, hard nipples before latching his mouth over your areolas. Oh, Maxie! Mmm, feels so good! He hums with your tits inside his talented mouth, enjoying your sweet moans in his ears as he leaves a trail of hickeys over your chest and neck. You’re getting wetter by the second, and judging from the large, hard bulge you’re desperately humping, you’re certain Max is just as turned on as you are. But tonight’s about congratulating him, and you can’t get too distracted, tugging at the white t-shirt he’s wearing. Your turn!

Max smirks, and yanks his shirt off in half a second. Now you’re temporarily short circuiting at his broad pecs, ogling his thick upper arms and shoulders that taper down to his slim hips. You can’t resist tracing a path down his defined abs with your manicured fingers, making Max tease you with like what you see, schatje?

You shut him up as your hand comes to rest just above his belt buckle, brushing his blonde happy trail but going no further. Hmm, I’ve seen better, you tease back coyly. His jaw hardens as you come tantalisingly close to where he really wants to feel you. When he wraps his hand around yours to stop your games, you surprise him again when you bring your joined hands up to your lips. Curiosity piqued, he watched you intently as you press the pad of his pointer finger onto your swollen lips like he’d done earlier…and then part your lips to slide him inside till the knuckle. Oh, fucking hell, Max hisses lowly.

You don’t miss a beat, staring right into his eyes sultrily as you swirl your tongue around his thick finger, letting him imagine what else your drooling, wet mouth could do. He swallows when you release him with a pop, only to oh so innocently bat your lashes at him to say did he have anything bigger for you to lick?

Max has a hand tangled in your curls instantly, pushing your all too willing body down onto your knees as he swears, saying if he’d known you were going to be such a good girl for him he’d have fucked you months ago. You whine desperately, making him completely entranced as you press soft kisses to his clothed erection. He unbuckles himself for you, the small room silent except for the clinking of metal making both of you impatient. You gasp when his generously sized cock emerges from his Calvin Klein boxers, his pink tip resting right in front of you. He almost cums right there when you look up at him with those wide doe eyes, the very picture of innocence but your filthy words anything but. It-it’s so big, Maxie. Even larger than what I’d dreamed about.

And then you’re messily kissing up and down his engorged shaft, smearing your lipgloss all over as you pant and drool over his length. Oh my fucking god, Max groans, head slamming into the door behind him. That mouth of yours, baby- Jesus fucking Christ.

He’s rendereded speechless when you begin suckling on his hypersensitive tip, circling it with full concentration just like you’d done with his finger. You don’t break eye contact, pulling back slightly to pump his base with two hands and blow air over his angry, swollen cockhead. Tastes so good, Maxie. ‘M gonna worship your cock tonight, just like my world champion deserves. Your throat goes completely lax as you take his impressive length all the way to the base, gurgling and drooling messily as you hollow your cheeks to suck firmly.

Fuck! Jesus, schat, baby, I’m gonna - Max is panting heavily, cheeks adorably red and flushed as he tangles his large palms into your curls. Go-gonna fuck that insane mouth of yours now, okay?

You hum in agreement, sending vibrations running down his shaft. He doesn’t waste any time then, dragging your face forward and roughly thrusting himself into your wet, slack mouth. Loud, obscene sounds of the dirty blowjob you’re performing for him are filling the air, and there’s no doubt anyone listening in the hallway would be able to tell exactly what going on behind the door. But the both of you couldn’t care less, too far gone. And if your mindblowing deepthroat hadn’t been enough, you’re whimpering in between thrusts that he’s so big, you bet he could fuck your tits at the same time as your mouth-

He doesn’t even need to process that sexy mental image because you’re now using your free hands to cup your bouncing breasts and wrap them snugly around the base of his cock, his leaking tip still thrusting in and out of your mouth. Like this, see Maxie?

Max roars in approval at the filthy display, the warmth of your soft tits sending him over the edge. Gonna cum now, he pants breathlessly. Open your mouth for me, baby, you’ll swallow it all, right?

You follow his command immediately, desperately saying please, please Maxie, wanna taste you so bad, you can cum wherever you want-

He slaps his heavy cockhead against your chubby cheeks first, and then onto your pink tongue as you poke it out, collecting drops of precum from his angry red tip. He’s meanly chuckling as you go cross eyed from his cock whacking your face, squealing with excitement. Guess the only thing that shuts you up is my cock in your mouth.

You nod eagerly, panting with your lips wide open expectantly as you stare up at him, your pretty makeup completely destroyed from the messy blowjob. The sight of you so desperate for him is what tips him over, and with a silent moan he jerks himself off to flood your mouth with a generous, creamy load. So much that you struggle to swallow it, some of it leaking out the corners of your lips to drip onto your heaving tits. But you take most of it just like you promised him, licking your lips rather sluttily before opening your mouth to show him. See, Maxie? Drank it all for you.

He yanks you up off the floor, pressing your soft jiggling chest up against his hard pecs as he rewards you with a deep kiss. Did fucking amazing, sweetheart, he sighs into you. That was definitely the best head I’ve ever gotten. You flush from his compliment, sultry eyes turning shy now from his praise. But the Dutch Lion’s appetite isn’t satiated tonight. He pulls your dress back up, wiping away your smeared gloss and smudged mascara before redressing himself. But we aren’t finished just yet, schatje, he croons as he gently untangles your curls from your dangly earrings. You bite your lip, hanging onto his each word as he says After all, you’d won in Vegas too. He’ll have to show you how good the sex is, now.

Desire darkens your bright, dazed eyes at the thought of Max finally fucking you. You bury your face in his thick neck, wrapping your arms around him as you plead for him to please take you upstairs, you needed him so bad, you couldn’t take it anymore.

He chuckles at your cute begging, discreetly leading you down the hallway that’s thankfully empty while keeping you firmly pressed to his chest. As much as he’d wiped away the streaks of mascara, any of your friends would only have to take one look to know what you’d been upto. The ride up the discreet service elevator is another test of self restraint, the camera in the corner stopping the both of you from outright debauchery. But you can’t stop weakly grinding against Max’s muscular thigh that separates your plush legs, clinging onto him as he whispers dirty things in your ear with that Dutch voice you loved. Tell me what kind of naughty dreams you’ve been having about me, he demands. And of course, you oblige, turning his ears pink and voice huskier when he finds out just what you’d been secretly pining for.

He lifts you up, your legs straddling his waist easily when you finally reach your floor, an carried you down the hallway. After you’re clumsily swiping your room card with Max’s very distracting lips leaving kisses to your throat, you find yourself inside your dark hotel room at last. The Vegas city lights stream in from the floor to ceiling windows, illuminating Max’s handsome form as he looks down to drink in the pretty sight of you. Fucking finally, Max groans, ripping his shirt and pants off in one go and kicking his shoes to the side. He wraps an arm around your waist to pick you up again and gently toss you onto the king sized bed, making you giggle excitedly as you land with a bounce. And then he’s on top of you, eyes dark and a cocky smirk on his face as he presses his warm length against your soaked panties. See what you’ve done to me, schatje? I’m already hard again. Completely ruined me for anyone else with this perfect body. He finishes his sentence with a slow roll of his hips, making you moan breathily at the contact, with your panties so wet they’re practically stuck to you and you can feel all of him.

He unzips you out of your dress, leaving heated kisses all over your body as he admires the sight of your navy lingerie set, telling you he’d buy you ten more so you could wear them for him after every race when he fucked you. You keen at his attention, at the thought that Max wants you again and again, eyes teary as you start to try and grind your hips against him. You’ll have to be patient, schatje Max says in an amused tone, sounding much more in control than the moaning, dripping mess he’s turned you into. You teased me so much after all, it’s only fair that it’s my turn now, right? He kisses your ankles softly as he unties your strappy heels, letting them fall to the floor. And then, with a strong hand on each of your delicate ankles, he hungrily takes in the sight of your dripping pussy. Your tummy flutters almost nervously in anticipation of what’s coming.

Turns out Max, just like you, always held true to his promises. You’d had to be very patient as he had his turn of teasing you mercilessly, making you cum all over his thick fingers that stretched you out and skilled tongue that found your sensitive clit almost immediately. And when he’s finally ripping the condom packet open and slapping your core with his heavy cock, you’re practically crying.Your aching pussy finally gets what she needs when you’re stuffed impossibly full as he slides in to the hilt.

The sight of you completely ruined underneath him, tits bouncing with each powerful thrust he delivers, your nails burying into his strong arms to steady yourself, unlocks a carnal desire in Max. Whatever I want, right schatje? He hums, bending down so your sweaty foreheads touch, and you nod quickly through your deep pants. Even if I wanted to fuck you raw? You’ll let me cum inside your tight little pussy, hmm?

He knows he has you right where he wants as you squeeze down on him instinctively when you imagine him inside you with no protection. Ohmygod Maxie, yes, please, fuck your cum into me, please! The Dutchman’s outright filthy request has your head spinning with desire and you’re babbling half incoherently. Pulling out momentarily and making you whine, he yanks the condom off before sinking back into your creamy hole. You both moan in pure ecstasy at the euphoric feeling of skin to skin sex.

Max fucks you in multiple positions that night, passionately into the soft mattress, meanly up against the cold window, and roughly on the plush sofa chaise with your face buried in the cushions and your red asscheeks up in the air for him to slap. Next time I win you’ll let me fuck you here, too, okay baby? he demands as he fingers your winking back hole while still thrusting into your dripping cunny. You can only let out a high pitched whine, jiggling your hips back onto his cock in approval, too fucked out to respond with words at this point. And when he finally cums, his impressive stamina outlasting yours on his second orgasm, he makes sure to sink in deep and flood your heavenly walls with his thick white release. You give him an open mouthed lazy kiss as a silent thank you for the best fuck of your entire life, hoping he got the message.

You’re pretty certain he did, because the next morning you’re awoken by a heavy length pressed up against your ass. You’d both passed out in the (thankfully clean) spare second bed after running through the shower together for five minutes to clean up the sticky mess last night. The 4th championship celebration sex was definitely record breaking , Max murmurs into your ear playfully. But it’s not complete without the slow morning after sex. You’ll let me show you now, right schat?

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A/N: WAR IS OVER THE CHILDREN ARE OUT, BIRDS SINGING CAUSE MAX IS RIGHTFULLY 4 X WDC 😭😭😭 the way all the haters were silenced. Everyone’s trying ride his dick now including skysports I love to see it, as they should

Also guys 10 followers away from 2k?!? Wtaf 😳 I’m so sorry for the delayed post, thank you for being so patient. Work has been really busy this month but going on Xmas break in a couple weeks so will have more time to post!!!! Keep sending me ur saucy asks yall I love reading them <3

[cheerleaderman]

It’s spirit week at Night Raven College and most of our students aren’t really feeling the spirit. So our headmage came up with the perfect idea to solve this problem.

What better way to lift up people spirits than CHEERLEADERS!

….Absolutely not

Well that’s too bad! as the headmage made it a requirement for the event. Even the staff have to do it so get on your cheer wear and cheer on your school mates as they face many challenges.

All classes of students respected year for example 1-A vs 1-B, will be going against each other throughout the week to earn points for your class. The winning classes with the most points will get a class trophy and party. A good party Crowley promises isn’t he so kind?

Rules:

Keep it PG , no Pro-ship etc

No AI

Anyone can participate! Cards, Ocs , Canon Characters, draws , fics , etc!

There is no deadline

Be sure to Tag me and use #CheerforNRC

any questions let me know

Outfits:

Of course everyone is required to put on their Cheer wear but there are also mascot for each dorm and the school.

Must use these colors the Colors Purple, Yellow, black and white

uniform can be changed around of course here are some examples.( others are allowed to use my designs for the characters here with credit)

All Canon Characters designs here ( you are allowed to make your own designs too!)

You can make up your own logo!

MASCOTS:

[ you guys have mainly creative freedom just making sure to include the requirements some have ]

Night Raven College- Night the Raven. | Heartslabyul - Rosie , a heart with a crown and rose |

Savannaclaw- King the lion, has a scar on their left eye | Octavinelle- Ms, Witch, an octopus with a shell necklace |

Scarabia- Jas the Snake | Pomefiore- Queen Apple, a beautiful apple with a crown

Ignihyde- Spottie the three headed dog | Diasomnia- malevolent the dragon

Ramshackle- Rammy the ghost, has a top hat with a bow like Grim’s

Card background:

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Cheerleading team: Roster

I hit the max limit for tags so they will be under the roster links

AJ and Asher - @karamatsuboy-aj

Yuuna - @satoukki

Willow | groovy - @prefectrose

Yurena Yurena’s card - @ranas-twisted-wonderland

Shuu - @oya-oya-okay

Saiyuu - @quzen

Yumi Groovy | Marina | Dione - @marinahavik

El (Yuuel ) - @stxrgazingattheclouds

Kyra - @angelwishess

Yuusha - @crystallizsch

Rose - @blood-red-hummingbee

Yuura - @azriel-sama

Kupid - @sheep-gone-wild

Shoyo - @shyx-prince

Hopper - @amatsuchan-eiliniel

Józefina - @offorestsongs

Beau- @hypn0sssss

Brannan - @bunniehunn

Yuhua - @distant-velleity

Paloma and Hydris - @mhedusard

Soul - @twistedplayer16

Isabella - @skibidibabygirl

Caspian | Yuuto - @twsted-void

Victoria - @saddixie

Peony - @sabrina4400

Jovelina ( Jovie) - @jovieinramshackle

Ink - @shinysparklesapphires

Emery - @andminnequin

Eirwen - @day-dr3aming

Yuyume and Yuuko - @anonymousplant

Yuubeni | Yuubeni’s Card - @bunniehunn

Daisy - @midnightmah07

Yulia - @chillygourami

Kanae - @beneathsakurashade

Joseph - @readsrandomstuff67

Constance - @theolivetree123

April - @applecherrytea

Elio | Groovy - @sunnysidesevenup

Mina - @twtysevapr

Vil and Eislyn - @4necdote

Yuknan - @babyghoul138

Artemisia - @moonyasnow

Eira - @kwaiipootatooo

Hagi - @clovenoko

Jewel - @jewelulu

Miyuu - @gingacat

Taru - @taruruchi

Alan - @alan-without-the-an

Deliah - @slumberingrose-fandom

Fanart:

Jamil putting his hair in a high ponytail | Event drawings - @/crystallizsch

LET’S GO 2-C! | Lucky Star Death Grip - Me(cheerleaderman)

Azul drawings | Event Drawings - @/oya-oya-okay

AJ’s failed flip - @/karamatsuboy-aj

Cool girls table - @/stxrgazingattheclouds

Azul has 2 hands - @/jovieinramshackle

Floyra matching - @/angelwishess

Kyra and Ace - @/lumdays

Jackrose | cool kids table - @/blood-red-hummingbee

2-A doodles- @/anonymousplant

Hagi doing her best - @/clovenoko

Yunde - @lumdays

[magentacat]

RWBY: Their Kingdom Come

(Note: This is a mixed pitch of Mark Waid and Alex Ross' Kingdom Come and Monty Oum's RWBY)

Once Upon a Time, Twenty Years Later

Yang sat down at the café in Argus, waiting for Weiss to show up. Almost twenty years, and she's never missed a meeting for tea and pastries. But yet, Yang couldn't help but feel uneasy. Despite keeping contact, they have grown appart so much.

She looked at her prosthetic arm. The finely varnished oak was a gift from Blake for their tenth anniversary. It had the logos of the entire Team RWBY engraved on fire on the forearm.

Sighing as she kept waiting, Yang thought back to the war with Salem, and with some guilt, can't help but feel nostalgic.

"Lost in your thoughts?" Weiss called, making her cane hit the floor to catch Yang's attention.

"Weiss," Yang got up calmly, hugging her friend.

They sat down as Weiss ordered for them, knowing full well the mix of coffee and whiskey Yang had ordered every single time, as well as a generous helping of spicy fried bits.

"To our poisons," Weiss cheered, lifting her own tea to meet Yang's mug. "So, how is everyone doing?"

"Well, Blake sends her regards," Yang shrugged.

"Still living on Patch Island?" She asked, getting a silent nod in reply. "And Raven still lives with you?"

"With dad," Yang rolled her eyes. "They keep trying to make it work, then breaking up, then making amends." She sighed. "They're worse than Ren and Nora."

"Speaking of, they expect you to visit them this time." Weiss took another sip, closing her eyes to better enjoy the infusion's taste. "They're still sore you didn't your last time here."

"I know, I know," she looked down in guilt. "It's just I lost Jaune's track, and I didn't want to meet them emptyhanded."

"And you found him this time?" She leaned over, eyebrow lifted in curiosity and worry.

"Anima, he keeps traveling." Yang scratched the shoulder over her prosthetic.

"You sound worried."

There was a pause before Yang took a larger sip of her beverage.

"He's wearing the armor again," she finally sighed in defeat.

"No..."

"Found him in mom's old bandit territories. Apparently, the bandits took exception to him preventing their raids."

Weiss immediately reached for her cane, activating the rotating chamber of her old weapon.

"Calm down," Yang raised her hook. "He's more than fine." Weiss retracted Myrtenaster back into a cane. "When I got to him, the camp was basically destroyed, and he was tending them."

"Tending...?"

"Yeah." She snickered. "Imagine this big scary guy, full plate armor, bastard sword in back, and all gently tending the guys who just tried to kill him." She sighed again, this time sitting back on her chair and finishing her drink. "He's still that boy from Beacon wanting to be a hero."

"But the armor." Weiss inquired.

"I didn't address it, and he neither." Yang leaned in, resting her elbow on the table and her head on her hand. "Not gonna have that discussion for the millionth--" She picked up her friend's worry face. "He'll be fine. We dropped the bandits on the next town, and they all broke a party for him. Guy has gotten famous."

"Still..." She was unsure. "How about Ruby?"

"Getting harder to track too, but not that much." Yang raised her hook to the waitress to ask for another drink. "I just hopped by small towns until a Grimm happened. Not even a whole minute before the place was covered in rose petals and the Grimms thoroughly dismembered."

"Did you get her to talk this time?"

"Had to get into the fight for that," Yang lifted her left arm, revealing half of Ember Celica from under her sleeve. "I may be rusty, but It's like riding a bike."

"I wish she came to visit too." Weiss shook her head, looking more disappointed than worried.

"Me too." Yang thanked the waitress as she took another large sip of coffee and whiskey. "Dad and Blake haven't seen her in about a year by now."

"Same with dad," her friend admitted. "He always tenses up when the news talk about a Huntress."

"Oh?" Yang cracked a soft smile. "How's your stepdad?" She teased.

"As good as your uncle." Weiss rolled her eyes, but unable to hold back the laugh. "Qrow is fine," she said while coming down from laughing. "He and mom went on a vacation with Winter and Whitley."

"But not you?" Yang asked.

"I had to tend the Foundation..." She said. "It's always hard work, you know."

"I know you still have to be around your family too." Yang quickly glanced at her wedding band. "I know I do."

They stood in silence for a while, not wanting to restart the same discussion they have had so many times already.

"How is Oz?" Yang finally spoke.

"Living," Weiss sighed, finishing her tea. "He moved to Menagerie, saying he preferred the warmer climate anyways."

"You believed him?" Yang lifted her eyebrows.

"I believe he still needs to find himself," Weiss looked at the window, staring at the sea.

"Yeah, still figuring out who's who." She also looked at the sea, both contemplating the oddity that was their friend.

"That just leaves us with Emerald, who I guess still works for you."

"I keep saying she doesn't need to, and she always brings up my leg." Weiss frowns, looking down at her lap. "One of these days I will bash her with it."

"Oh, please call me if you do." Yang gently slapped the forearms of her prosthetic. "We can have a duel of wooden limbs."

"Oh, I actually upgraded mine." With a cheeky smile, Weiss lifted the rim of her dress, just enough to show her own prosthetic leg, made out of a pitch black obisian.

Yang whistled. "That looks expensive..."

"It was a gift, actually." Weiss let the dress fall over her leg again. "From Ash, of all people."

"Wait," Yang suddenly got up. "You finally got her to speak!"

"No," Weiss sighed, sadly. "But I was visiting the orphanage and telling Ren I may need a replacement for the wooden one. Next thing I know, she's waiting at the exit, with the whole leg already assembled and polished."

"But not a word?" She asked.

"Not even a grunt."

"I wish she knew we forgave her years ago." Yang shook her head, sitting down as if defeated.

"Ren says she knows," Weiss replied. "It's just she hasn't forgiven herself."

After that, the evening was quieter. The two former Huntresses simply enjoyed each other's company, promising to meet more often, but knowing this was the only pace either of them could manage.

Came the night, and Emerald picked them up, dropping Yang by the bullhead port, then driving Weiss to her home, at the shadow of the Polendina-Nikos Foundation.

From the distance, the small figure covered in red smiled at them, happy to know they were fine.

--

Part 1: Thus the World Kept Spinning

Part 2: Kindly Scattered - Part I

Part 3: Kindly Scattered - Part II

Once Upon a Time, Twenty Years Later

[everydayzeus]

It's All Shit, Ted - Chapter 5

AFC Richmond faces off against Coventry City. Will this be the match that breaks their tie streak? Can Jamie prove he has what it takes to be one of eleven?

Hope you're ready for a bit of a long one ;)

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*Mild Emetophobia warning. Mildly graphic violence*

Word count: 2967

Today marks Jamie’s first match back with the team. In just a few hours they’ll be on the pitch facing off against Coventry City, a team that has been getting better every game while Richmond has been stuck on a streak of draws. The old Jamie would be strutting through the locker room boasting about how his return would surely be followed by win after win. Instead, he’s sat at his locker, scrolling aimlessly on his phone while the rest of the lads recount stories of their night and the plans that would follow today's match. 

Jamie couldn’t help but notice that the only one not participating, besides himself, was Sam. Instead, Sam was fully focused on his phone, the frown on his face wouldn't have been noticeable on anyone else, but Sam almost always had a smile on his face, his frown was as obvious as a lighthouse in a storm. The only time Jamie had seen Sam upset was when he was antagonising him, but Jamie’s been trying to stay away from Sam, trying to give him space, so why was Sam so upset? He gets his answer a little while later when Sam blacks out the Dubai Air logo on his kit.

Sam always spoke highly of his father. There were so many stories he had shared and they were always told with a large grin etched on Sam’s face. As far as Jamie could tell the bond the two of them shared was deep and incredibly sacred. He had seen Sam’s phone ring once and watched as Dad popped up, a noticeable contrast to Jamie's contact for his own father, simply put down as “dad”, quotations and all. 

Sam always answered within seconds with a cheerful greeting, he would briefly leave the room, and be back with a cheerful disposition and his trademark smile. Jamie couldn't help the jealousy that would take over his mind every time he heard Sam’s phone go off. It wasn’t Sam’s fault that James Tartt Sr. didn't have a loving bone in his body and regularly chose booze over his own son, but Jamie was a little too repressed to fully address the true cause of his jealousy. Instead, he chose to belittle the kid, Sam, who traveled 3,100 miles away from his home, and from his family to play for a team that Jamie treated like dirt under shoe. Jamie was no better than his father. 

Sitting at his locker, watching Isaac tape over this kit and seeing Sam sticking up for himself, Jamie can’t help but feel the jealousy he once felt for Sam slip from his shoulders and be replaced with what he thinks is pride. 

“Throw me the tape?” For once, Jamie's hands aren’t shaking as stands with the whole team staring at him and his breathing is steady. He isn’t unsure of his decision at all and his body seems to finally be on the same page. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sam’s eyes are suspicious as they scan Jamie’s. You can’t blame the kid, he hasn’t earned anyone's trust yet, especially not Sam’s, but this is the first step in trying to earn their forgiveness and besides:

“We’re a team, ain't we? Gotta wear the same kit.”   ______________________________________________________________

Their impromptu protest is received about as well as you would expect, but the tongue-lashing they're bound to get from Ms.Welton will have to wait until after Coventry City finishes with them. They were able to keep up for the first half of the match and it was looking like this would end with another draw. It was a completely different story in the second half, Coventry was playing like a team possessed; their tackles were aggressive and were aiming for injuries rather than taking possession. Almost all of Richmond's starters had taken a hit so far but Jamie’s most recent was the worst. 

Having just received a pass from Dani, Jamie moved up the pitch, quick to dodge their opponents. The score had held steady at 1-0 for Coventry since their first goal. If they could just get one goal there wouldn't be enough time on the clock for Coventry to regain the advantage. Jamie’s view of the goal was blocked but to his left, he could see Sam was wide-open, he readied himself to pass off the ball when he felt a boot slam into his ankle. 

Time seemed to move in slow motion. He felt himself fall forward onto the player who tackled him, their heads clashing together his feet left the ground. Jamie squeezed his eyes shut as he tumbled onto the grass, it felt like he slid face-first for miles. His ears were ringing and it felt like his brain was bouncing against his skull, but the game was still going, he had to get up. He felt a hand on his shoulder as he forced himself onto his knees, turning his head to face Isaac who was leaning down to look into his eyes. 

“You alright bruv?” Jamie was lucky the ringing in his ears had mostly faded or he feared he wouldn't have been able to hear his captain. He forced himself to nod, despite the sharp pain it caused behind his eyes, and tried to reassure the team, who had now surrounded him. He looked over to the Coventry player he collided with, to see that the man, now surrounded by his own team, was still lying on the pitch. 

“Yeah, he’s out mate,” Colin, now squatting down beside Jamie but looking at their opponents, said while patting Jamie’s other shoulder. “Honestly, the way you two hit, I’m surprised you’re not out cold too.” They watched as the medics headed over to him with a stretcher, one breaking away from the rest to come up to Jamie. 

“Mr.Tartt, quite a hit you took there. Mind if I give you a quick once over?” She must be new, the kid didn’t look older than 20 and yet here she was trying to give Jamie medical attention. 

“I’m alright, just rattled my head a bit.” The lie felt like ash in Jamie’s mouth but there were only a few minutes left in the match, and he needed to be on the pitch if they wanted a chance at a tie. “Just give me a sec to get on my feet and I’ll be good to get back to the game.” He watched as the medic furrowed her brows, he could see some of his teammates giving him similar looks. 

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t be surprised if you have a pretty bad concussion.” Would she just drop it? He just got back on the team, he can’t be benched already. 

“Nah, believe me, it’d take a much harder hit to give me a concussion. I’ve always had a thick skull.” He can remember every time his intelligence, or lack thereof, has been brought up. Whether it be by his father, schoolyard bullies, or his own teammates, they would always mention his skull being thick in some way. He was thankful for that when it came to football though, because it was, truly, very difficult to knock him out. But this, this was a bad hit and Jamie knows that he’ll be nursing this concussion for days, but he’ll be damned if he’s going to let one bad tackle ruin all that he’s worked for. 

“If you’re sure,” She turned her head to see the Coventry player being taken off the pitch. “I guess I’ll let you boys get back to it, but I strongly urge you to get checked out before you head home Mr.Tartt.” He gave her a quick salute as she got back up and headed off. Isaac offered his hand to Jamie, who gladly took it, and hoisted him back up on his feet. He could see Lasso staring at him from the side of the pitch, his mustache curved downwards, but Jamie simply waved him off and moved back into position. They only had a few minutes left and he could easily ignore the pounding in his head until it was over, it’s not like he hasn’t played with a concussion before and it certainly won’t be the last.  ______________________________________________________________

Their tie streak was over. Despite Coventry easing up on the rough tackles, they still managed to get past Zoreaux, and just like that, it was over. Coventry City winning with a final score of 2-0. The first game this season that didn’t end with a draw and of course, it ended with a humiliating loss.

As the team headed through the tunnels back to the Locker room, Jamie bringing up the rear, he felt his hands begin to shake again. This time the churning in his stomach was more pressing than the pressure on his chest, as the last of the team made their way into the locker room, he ducked into the boot room and shut the door behind him. Quickly locating the bin beside the door he dropped to his knees as he expelled his meager breakfast and whatever sports drink Will had prepared that day. His eyes stung with tears and he let out a sob as he heaved once again. 

The nausea soon faded as his now empty stomach cramped slightly and he tried to focus on taking deep, steady breaths. Putting the bin down beside him and leaning moving over to sit on the bench, he scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeve. They lost. They fucking lost and it’s all his fault. Before he came back they were at least able to keep up with the other teams and manage to keep the scores tied. Jamie’s first game back and they fucking lose. He can’t go out there, he knows what'll happen when he leaves the safety of the boot room. Lasso will call him into the office and he’ll be fired. 

God, Ted probably won’t even bring him into the office, he’ll fire him right there in front of the team. He can see their faces now, probably staring daggers into him while he packs his bag. What if he lets Nate do it? Nate won’t hold back, he heard about Nate's “pep talk” when the team faced off against Everton last season, he’ll destroy Jamie, he bet’s the lads will love watching him be torn to shreds. 

The tears are pouring down his cheeks faster than he can scrub them away and his chest is heaving with silent sobs. He tilts his head to face the ceiling to try and force the tears back into their ducts but it only manages to stuff his nose and make it harder to breathe. As he lowers his head, a box of tissues comes into view, startling him. He tracks the box up to the arm holding it and finds Will looking at him with a heartbroken expression.

“I know it would be stupid to ask if you’re okay, but is there anything I can do to help?” Will moves to sit on the bench beside him. Jamie pulls a few tissues out of the box and tries to clean his face up as much as he can. 

“No, I-” He clears his throat. “No, I’m okay Will. Sorry mate, just give me a second and I’ll get out of your way.” He watches Will frown slightly before shaking his head.

“No need to apologise Jamie. Take all the time you need.” Will’s smile is so genuine, that it causes Jamie's eyes to start watering again, not enough for the tears to fall but enough to give that familiar sting. 

“Why are you so nice to me?” He doesn’t realise that he said that out loud until Will's brow raises in surprise. “Sorry, it’s just- I’m not a good person but you’ve been so nice to me since I came back and I don’t understand why.” Will thinks for a moment before he answers.

“I don’t think you’re a bad person.” Jamie scoffed but Will continued. “I only met you a week ago and so far you’ve given me no reason to dislike you. If anything you’ve actually been one of the nicest people I’ve met. Nobody pays attention to the Kit Man, it’s lonely, sure, but thats the job. At least it was until you came back, you always acknowledge me in some way, even if it's just a smile and a wave, it’s still something.” 

“Don’t think everyone feels the same as you when it comes to a smile from me.” He lets out a sad chuckle and hangs his head. 

“You mean Coach Nate?” That forces Jamies head back up as he looks at Will. “I sorta heard him going at you the other day. I heard from the others that you and him have your own history but it’s no excuse. He’s a coach now, he’s better than that.”

“Yeah, well I’ll just stay out of his way. Maybe it's out of his system now.” He gave the room a quick once over, grimacing at the bin by his feet. “Sorry again about tossing my guts into your trash” 

“Not the first time someone's thrown up in here, it takes a while to get used to the smell. At least you managed to get it in the bin, it took me forever to get Colin's puke out of the laundry bag after his birthday.” The two can’t hold back their laughter as images of an extremely hungover Colin enter their mind. 

Jamie lets himself catch his breath before he decides it’s time to face the music. He’s gonna miss Will when he’s gone but he’s a good kid, he’ll be okay. 

“Hey Will, can I grab your number? Then maybe we could go do lunch or something?” Just that one sentence has Jamie’s heart beating faster. He should probably address his rejection issues at some point, but one thing at a time. Before he can let his panic take over Will’s face breaks out into a smile as he rushes to pull his phone out of his pocket. Jamie’s glad that Will was smart enough to realise Jamie’s phone was still in his cubby across the hall. 

“Yeah! Put your number in and I’ll text you.” He didn't think it was possible for Will’s smile to get bigger but it does, the kid is practically bouncing out of his seat. 

“Well, guess I better shower and listen to whatever speech Lasso’s got queued up.” Jamie stands and wipes his now dry cheeks for a final time. “Thanks, Will.” The Kit Man returns his smile and Jamie walks across the hall to his doom.

The glares he is expecting to greet him when he walks in are nowhere to be seen, instead, the team is surrounding the TV watching as Sam answers questions from the press regarding the protest. The coaches are still in the press room with Sam, delaying the dreaded conversation regarding the match. Despite that, he can’t help but smile as he listens to Sam on the TV, talking about his home with so much pride it causes Jamie to pull out his phone and find one of the groups fighting against Ceritihium Oil that Sam mentions. He ends up reading through their website while the team moves around him. Despite their loss, the team is still in high spirits and he hears Richard saying something about a case of beers he found in the lunch room. 

Jamie is so focused on his phone he doesn't realise just how much he’s zoned out until there is an open beer being waved in front of his face. He looks up to see Isaac standing in front of him. 

“Up yea get Bruv, we’re celebrating.” Isaac is as stone-faced as usual but Jamie can see the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“Uh, don’t know what game you were watching Captain, but we lost.” Jamie still takes the beer from Isaac's hands and draws out a sip as he stands. 

“Broke the streak though.” They both look around the room to see nothing but happy faces on all the lad's faces. No one’s mad at him? Jamie feels a smile of his own tug at his lips and he can feel that familiar sting of tears in his eyes again, but forces them down as they all break out into cheers as Sam enters the room, followed by the coaches. Jamie pulls himself together and makes his way over to where the team is explaining the celebration like Isaac had done with Jamie. 

“Oi!” The room is silent and staring at Jamie as he stands beside Sam. “A toast to Sam, who did something incredible tonight. The little Nigerian pick stole my thunder.” He can’t help himself from being just a bit of a prick, it pays off when the room bursts into laughter. “No, but seriously, to Sam.” They raise their drinks and cheers to their youngest player. 

“Thank you guys!” Sam wraps him in a one-armed hug which Jamie gladly returns. 

“Well done, Bruv.” This time Jamie speaks quietly, only meant for Sam's ears, an olive branch of sorts. He is rewarded by the Nigerian's contagious grin. 

“I appreciate it.” 

“Took a lot of courage Man.” Jamie pulls his hand back to squeeze Sam’s shoulder as he looks into his eyes, trying to apologise for all he’s done while the team celebrates around them. 

“It's good to have you back.” Sam looks right back and nods. It doesn’t matter what happens now. Just seeing that look in Sam’s eyes makes the whole battle to get back worth it. Jamie will fight the world if it means keeping Sam happy. 

“Yeah, it's good to be back Bruv.”

Authors Note: I'm still not sure if I'm going to add a romance aspect to this fic but would you guys rather Roy/Jamie or Sam/Jamie? I love them both equally haha.

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ARB Birthday Special: Anika Kiyozaki

~ November 22nd ~

"A girl who is going to do big things cannot let small things get to her."

Login Lines:

“A reflection on my life all these years isn't a bad idea. So… cheers to another year of being alive? I think? Heehee. Maybe I’m at the age where I should start lying about how old I really am?”

"On second thought, maybe this’ll be the year I stop thinking about things that happened so long ago, especially when I can’t do anything about them now. Lets leave the past behind! Lets look forward to the future and the things that’ll come my way!”

Voice Lines:

“Ok, look, so unlike last year, I was actually aware that my birthday was approaching. The days pass by so quickly when I get to see so many clients throughout the day, so I kinda forget my own birthday is a thing. But today! I planned to bring some desserts from a local cafe to give out to my coworkers and my clients I met today. But I was surprised this year again! The guys over at the clinic decorated the break room and my clients brought some goodies for me today! Man, I’m so grateful to have some of the sweetest clients ever!”

“You know, I used to think that the older I get, the less I’d look forward to my birthday. But I guess the older I get, the more it hits that I’m still alive all these years later. It could’ve been all over for me, what, like thirteen or fourteen years ago now? I guess I’m aging like a good glass of wine, huh?”

“Oh, hey, Shian! Care to explain why you’re in my office and sitting in my patients’ chair when I never let you in? Oh… hehe, thanks! Hm? A present for me? Oh, how sweet!”

“… You really handed me a mug that says ‘Back & Body Hurts…’ and it’s mimicking the ‘Bath & Body Works’ logo… Thanks, girl! It’s kinda funny, actually, This might just be my new favorite mug I have! Wha— how dare you call me interests ‘stupid’… I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just see you sign that—”

“Oh, Makina! What’s up, did you need something? Wait, hold on, you’re supposed to be at school! Oh my god, you gotta stop doing this… you’re gonna age me up another seventeen years… I swear to god, you take after teenage me too much. Oh, um… thanks…?”

“… Cute! I can see that it’s Baby Groot from the Marvel movies. I mean, he’s adorable— Baby Groot is always adorable, but… what is it? Ohhh that’s so cute! You know you could’ve waited to get home to give this to me, you did not need to play hooky… oh my fucking god, no!!”

Shian Lines:

“Oh, there you are. Finally. Look, the receptionists up front let me in. I guess being in the same team as the prized therapist that will be representing Akihabara gets you a few perks. Anyway, I just dropped by to tell wish you a ‘Happy Birthday’ in person. And to hand you your present.”

“A coffee aficionado like you needs more mugs to have around the house. And I remember you have this weird thing for stupid gag gifts. They’re weird, get over it. So a Happy Birthday to you, old lady.”

Makina Lines:

“Anika, you there? Hey. Oh, be quiet, it’s not like anyone’s gonna miss me at school so who cares if I disappear for a few hours. Dude, we’re not even related, don’t give me that ‘you take after me’ crap. And you sure you want me to leave? I got your present with me right here. I had to stop by for your birthday.”

“It’s just a phone stand. But it’s Baby Groot holding your phone for you. Yeah, yeah, I’m not just here for you. I was on my way to the new arcade that opened up in town. I promise when I win some new prizes you can have them as another birthday present.”

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LIBERTY ESSENTIALS Complete with the WNBA silhouette icon, it quietly yet confidently asserts allegiance to not only the team but to women’s basketball as a movement.

Turn to the back, and the full impact hits: a stylized torch-and-crown emblem paired with the words New York Liberty. It’s a logo that burns bright with symbolism—freedom, strength, and city pride—and when placed high between the shoulder blades, it functions like a badge of honor.

Together, both sides form a design that’s refined but radical, allowing fans to wear their dedication not with flashy colors, but with focused strength. This hoodie isn’t trying too hard—it’s just undeniably cool.

BUILT FOR COMFORT, ENGINEERED FOR CONFIDENCE

This isn’t just another piece of fan merch—it’s a premium essential in every sense of the word. Constructed with a soft yet substantial cotton-blend fleece, the Liberty Essentials hoodie is made for all-day wear. Whether you’re braving a chilly Brooklyn morning or layering up after a late-night playoff game, this hoodie performs under pressure.

The double-stitched cuffs and hem give it structure without stiffness. The adjustable drawstring hood adds both coziness and silhouette control, while the classic kangaroo pocket ensures utility without cluttering the clean lines of the garment.

It’s thoughtfully tailored for a gender-neutral fit, allowing everyone to wear it in their own way. Throw it on oversized with leggings or biker shorts. Pair it with joggers and high-tops. This hoodie becomes whatever the moment calls for—relaxed, bold, refined, or rebellious.

REPRESENTING MORE THAN JUST A TEAM

What makes the New York Liberty Essentials Special Hoodie so powerful isn’t just its look or its feel—it’s what it represents. The Liberty have long stood as trailblazers in the WNBA, pushing the game forward while repping one of the most influential cities in the world. This hoodie captures that spirit perfectly—downtown grit, uptown elegance, and all the boroughs in between.

By wearing it, you're not just supporting a team. You're supporting a movement. You're backing every woman who’s ever fought for a place on the court, on the bench, in the boardroom, or in the conversation. It’s not just gear—it’s solidarity, in cotton form.

And in a world where fashion is now a language of resistance, this hoodie says what matters without having to shout: equality, excellence, and energy for the game.

A PIECE THAT TRANSITIONS SEAMLESSLY FROM STREET TO STANDS

From SoHo sidewalks to Barclays Center bleachers, the Liberty Essentials Grey Hoodie fits in everywhere. It’s streetwear-ready but made with an athlete’s mindset. It’s subtle enough to pass as luxury minimalist, yet bold enough to carry the spirit of an entire franchise.

For fans, players, and those discovering the WNBA for the first time, this hoodie serves as a stylish bridge into the world of Liberty basketball—where legacy meets modernity, and every piece of clothing carries purpose.

FINAL VERDICT: AN ESSENTIAL REDEFINED

The New York Liberty Essentials Special Grey Hoodie is a triumph of thoughtful design, practical comfort, and cultural resonance. It’s more than a team hoodie. It’s a wearable movement, one that blends fashion and fandom into something you can feel proud to put on every single day.

If you're looking for something that looks good, feels even better, and means something—this hoodie is it. It’s not just a wardrobe essential. It’s a Liberty essential.

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How to Make Your Golf Cart Cooler a Game Day Essential

When it comes to enjoying a day on the golf course, especially on game day, having the right equipment is crucial for an unforgettable experience. One essential item that stands out for both practicality and style is the golf cart cooler. Whether you're cheering for your favorite team with a Steelers cooler or a Patriots cooler, a properly stocked and well-maintained cooler can make all the difference. In this article, we'll explore how to make your golf cart cooler a game day essential that enhances your experience on the course.

The Importance of a Golf Cart Cooler on Game Day

Game day is a special occasion, and it’s not just about watching your favorite team—it’s about creating an unforgettable experience. Whether you’re on the course with friends or participating in a charity golf event, a golf cooler can provide the convenience and comfort you need to stay refreshed while showing off your team spirit. A varsity cooler or Steelers cooler can take your golf outing to the next level by offering easy access to cold drinks and snacks throughout your round.

Having a golf cart cooler ensures that you can hydrate efficiently without having to take unnecessary breaks or carry a bulky bag. This portable, convenient cooler can hold your drinks and snacks, making it a game-changing addition to any golf outing.

Key Features That Make a Golf Cart Cooler a Game Day Essential

When it comes to making your golf cart cooler a game day essential, certain features can enhance its effectiveness and appeal. Whether you choose a Patriots cooler or a varsity cooler, here are some key aspects to consider when selecting the right cooler for your game day experience.

Size and Capacity

The size of your golf cart cooler is one of the most important considerations. You want a cooler that is big enough to hold enough drinks and snacks for your entire group but compact enough to fit easily into your golf cart. A cooler that’s too large will take up valuable space, while one that’s too small may leave you without enough refreshments during the game.

If you're planning to bring along a variety of drinks, a golf cooler with a larger capacity might be the way to go. However, if you're just looking for a couple of cold beverages to keep you refreshed, a smaller varsity cooler or Patriots cooler will do the trick.

Insulation and Ice Retention

The ability of your cooler to retain ice is one of the most important factors to consider. The last thing you want on a hot day is for your drinks to become lukewarm before you’ve even finished your round. A cooler with superior insulation will ensure that your drinks stay cold for longer, even when exposed to the heat.

Look for a golf cart cooler with thick insulation and tightly sealed lids. Steelers coolers and Patriots coolers often feature advanced insulation technologies that allow them to maintain a cold interior for extended periods, making them perfect for a full day on the course.

Durability and Weather Resistance

When you’re on the golf course, your cooler will be subjected to various weather conditions, including sunlight, rain, and rough handling. A golf cooler needs to be durable and weather-resistant, ensuring it holds up through these conditions without compromising its performance. Look for coolers made from high-quality materials like roto-molded plastic or stainless steel, which offer exceptional durability and resistance to wear and tear.

A varsity cooler or Steelers cooler with these features will provide reliable performance, no matter the conditions on game day.

Personalizing Your Golf Cart Cooler for Team Spirit

One of the fun aspects of owning a golf cart cooler is the ability to personalize it to show your team pride. If you’re a fan of the Steelers or the Patriots, you can opt for a steelers cooler or Patriots cooler featuring your team’s logo and colors. Customizing your cooler adds a unique touch to your gear and makes it stand out from others.

Personalization can be achieved in several ways, from purchasing a cooler that’s already decorated with your team’s emblem to adding your own custom decals, paint jobs, or accessories. Not only will this enhance the appearance of your golf cart cooler, but it’ll also make your game day more exciting as you showcase your team spirit.

Packing Your Golf Cart Cooler for Game Day

Once you've selected the perfect golf cart cooler and personalized it to reflect your style, it's time to pack it for your game day outing. Proper packing ensures that your cooler performs optimally, keeping your drinks cold and your food fresh throughout the day.

Start by packing ice or ice packs in the bottom of your cooler. Ice packs are often a more convenient option because they prevent water from pooling around your drinks. After adding your ice, carefully pack your drinks and snacks in layers, making sure to distribute them evenly throughout the cooler. If you’re using a varsity cooler or a patriots cooler, take extra care to maximize space and ensure everything stays secure during transport.

If you’re planning on bringing perishable items like sandwiches or fruits, make sure to pack them near the ice for optimal cooling. Also, avoid overpacking your golf cart cooler, as this can prevent air circulation and reduce its cooling efficiency.

Maintaining Your Golf Cart Cooler for Longevity

To ensure that your golf cart cooler lasts for years to come, proper maintenance is essential. After each use, make sure to clean your cooler thoroughly to prevent the buildup of dirt, food residue, and mold. A simple rinse with warm water and mild soap will do the trick.

Be sure to dry your cooler completely before storing it to prevent any water damage or mold growth. Regularly inspect your cooler for any signs of wear, such as cracks or damaged seals, and address them promptly to ensure its continued effectiveness.

Conclusion

A golf cart cooler is more than just a convenient accessory—it’s a game day essential that enhances your overall golf experience. Whether you choose a varsity cooler, a Steelers cooler, or a Patriots cooler, having the right cooler can make your day on the course more enjoyable and stress-free. By considering factors such as size, insulation, durability, and personalization, you can ensure that your cooler meets your needs and makes a lasting impression on game day. So, make your golf cart cooler a game day essential and take your golfing experience to the next level.

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Synchronize your watches, folks: Our moles embedded deep in the dank underbelly of Bezos HQ have reported rumors of an Amazon Big Spring Sale right around the corner. What, exactly, this definitely-not-a-Prime-Day-redux entails is still a little bit iffy—though you can scope out some of the forthcoming deals here—but our intel indicates that the shopping extravaganza kicks off next week, on March 25th, just in time for your seasonal wardrobe overhaul.If you simply can't wait that long, our Seattle operatives bear more good news: days before the discount spigot gets turned to full blast, the deals are already trickling in. No-brainer wardrobe basics like undies and socks, everyday workhorses like jeans and sneakers, light jackets for peak light-jacket season—they're all already on sale. The secret? Simple: they're almost always on sale, marked down anywhere from a modest 15% to a hefty 50% off.We could spend countless hours debating the philosophical nature of the bargains below (if they’re always on sale, are they ever on sale?) but our crack team of Amazon specialists advises against questioning the status quo too strongly. All we know is that right this very moment, a who's who of our all-time favorite menswear upgrades are cheaper on Amazon than they are anywhere else. Copy? GQ out.5 Amazon Big Spring Sale Finds We're EyeingThe Heirloom-Grade Hoodie: Champion Reverse Weave PulloverChampionReverse Weave Pullover HoodieThere's a reason Champion appears twice on this list, and it's not just because the American sportswear juggernaut is so readily available on the ‘zon. Decades after it first hit the market, it’s still impossible to argue with the brand's soft-but-durable Reverse Weave fabric—to say nothing of this particular hoodie's perfect hip-grazing cut. If you can get past the tiny logo emblem (or own a seam ripper), you’ll be rewarded with an heirloom-level pullover your grandkids will fight over.The Upgrade Undies: Calvin Klein Boxer Briefs (3-Pack)Calvin KleinCotton Classics 3-Pack Boxer BriefCalvin Klein’s genre-defining skivvies didn't earn that moniker off the strength of Marky Mark's abs alone. The fit, the feel, the ability to imbue their wearer with a high-octane dose of movie-star confidence? We'd consider those pretty formidable strengths, too. Still not convinced? Check our guide to the best underwear for men and circle back here. (We'll wait.)The End-All, Be-All Blue Jeans: Levi's 501 Original JeansLevi's501 Original Fit JeansIt’s been centuries since Levi’s introduced the world to jeans, but to this day, the 501 remains the blue standard in denim. Usually, you can grab a pair of the quintessential GQ-approved dungarees for around $80, but right now they’ll run you just north of 50 bones.The Rough-and-Rugged Watch: Timex Expedition Scout WatchTimexExpedition Scout 40mm WatchCheap, cheerful, and classic to a T, Timex’s Expedition Scout watch is built for navigating the outdoors—which means it can stand up to the quotidian rigors of your office with equal aplomb. So yes, we do encourage rocking it with your favorite windbreaker and best-fitting suit.The Classic Kicks: Adidas Samba SneakersNo, the Samba isn't dead—in fact, we sincerely hope it'll live forever. A classic is a classic is a classic, especially when said classic is on sale.The Real-Deal Work Shirt: Wrangler Western Work ShirtWranglerWestern Work ShirtNext to, like, an Oxford-cloth button-down, a western-inflected denim shirt should be the most versatile in your closet. And if our trend-detecting technology is calibrated correctly, no denim shirt will enjoy a bigger resurgence this season than Wrangler's cheap-and-cheery snap-front joint. Sleep on it at your own peril.The Relaxed-to-the-Max Sweats: Champion Fleece SweatpantsChampionPowerblend Fleece Relaxed-Bottom SweatpantsIf you can’t seem to unwind properly, the problem just might be your pants. So why not ditch the circulation-choking joggers and embrace the swaggier environs of bigger, baggier sweats? Champion’s are some of the best we've swaddled ourselves in, thanks to their puppy-soft fabric and blissfully roomy fit.The Bulk-Buy Socks: Gold Toe Harrington Crew SocksGoldtoeHarrington Crew SocksWe love obscure, Japanese-made socks as much as the next fashion editor, but hosiery doesn't have to be expensive to be good. Gold Toe's have been our go-to multi-buy socks for years not just because they’re always on sale, but because, well, they’re just plain good.The Trail-Hopping Hikers: Merrell Moab 3 BootsMerrellMoab 3 Mid Waterproof Hiking BootReal-deal hikers aren’t the only folks who swear by Merrell’s legendary Moab boots. We love ‘em for their unmatched utility on the mountains as much as we do their commuting ability in the city.The Perfect Polo Shirt: Lacoste Classic Polo ShirtMuch like the Levi's 501, Lacoste’s most enduring contribution to the fashion canon remains a blueprint for all the polo shirts that came after it. Its claim to fame today is still as strong as it was when René Lacoste himself debuted it on the tennis court. The only difference? In 2025, you can find it in a million different colors—and with Prime shipping.The Famed French Fragrance: Terre d'Hermes Eau Intense Vetiver EDP

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Synchronize your watches, folks: Our moles embedded deep in the dank underbelly of Bezos HQ have reported rumors of an Amazon Big Spring Sale right around the corner. What, exactly, this definitely-not-a-Prime-Day-redux entails is still a little bit iffy—though you can scope out some of the forthcoming deals here—but our intel indicates that the shopping extravaganza kicks off next week, on March 25th, just in time for your seasonal wardrobe overhaul.If you simply can't wait that long, our Seattle operatives bear more good news: days before the discount spigot gets turned to full blast, the deals are already trickling in. No-brainer wardrobe basics like undies and socks, everyday workhorses like jeans and sneakers, light jackets for peak light-jacket season—they're all already on sale. The secret? Simple: they're almost always on sale, marked down anywhere from a modest 15% to a hefty 50% off.We could spend countless hours debating the philosophical nature of the bargains below (if they’re always on sale, are they ever on sale?) but our crack team of Amazon specialists advises against questioning the status quo too strongly. All we know is that right this very moment, a who's who of our all-time favorite menswear upgrades are cheaper on Amazon than they are anywhere else. Copy? GQ out.5 Amazon Big Spring Sale Finds We're EyeingThe Heirloom-Grade Hoodie: Champion Reverse Weave PulloverChampionReverse Weave Pullover HoodieThere's a reason Champion appears twice on this list, and it's not just because the American sportswear juggernaut is so readily available on the ‘zon. Decades after it first hit the market, it’s still impossible to argue with the brand's soft-but-durable Reverse Weave fabric—to say nothing of this particular hoodie's perfect hip-grazing cut. If you can get past the tiny logo emblem (or own a seam ripper), you’ll be rewarded with an heirloom-level pullover your grandkids will fight over.The Upgrade Undies: Calvin Klein Boxer Briefs (3-Pack)Calvin KleinCotton Classics 3-Pack Boxer BriefCalvin Klein’s genre-defining skivvies didn't earn that moniker off the strength of Marky Mark's abs alone. The fit, the feel, the ability to imbue their wearer with a high-octane dose of movie-star confidence? We'd consider those pretty formidable strengths, too. Still not convinced? Check our guide to the best underwear for men and circle back here. (We'll wait.)The End-All, Be-All Blue Jeans: Levi's 501 Original JeansLevi's501 Original Fit JeansIt’s been centuries since Levi’s introduced the world to jeans, but to this day, the 501 remains the blue standard in denim. Usually, you can grab a pair of the quintessential GQ-approved dungarees for around $80, but right now they’ll run you just north of 50 bones.The Rough-and-Rugged Watch: Timex Expedition Scout WatchTimexExpedition Scout 40mm WatchCheap, cheerful, and classic to a T, Timex’s Expedition Scout watch is built for navigating the outdoors—which means it can stand up to the quotidian rigors of your office with equal aplomb. So yes, we do encourage rocking it with your favorite windbreaker and best-fitting suit.The Classic Kicks: Adidas Samba SneakersNo, the Samba isn't dead—in fact, we sincerely hope it'll live forever. A classic is a classic is a classic, especially when said classic is on sale.The Real-Deal Work Shirt: Wrangler Western Work ShirtWranglerWestern Work ShirtNext to, like, an Oxford-cloth button-down, a western-inflected denim shirt should be the most versatile in your closet. And if our trend-detecting technology is calibrated correctly, no denim shirt will enjoy a bigger resurgence this season than Wrangler's cheap-and-cheery snap-front joint. Sleep on it at your own peril.The Relaxed-to-the-Max Sweats: Champion Fleece SweatpantsChampionPowerblend Fleece Relaxed-Bottom SweatpantsIf you can’t seem to unwind properly, the problem just might be your pants. So why not ditch the circulation-choking joggers and embrace the swaggier environs of bigger, baggier sweats? Champion’s are some of the best we've swaddled ourselves in, thanks to their puppy-soft fabric and blissfully roomy fit.The Bulk-Buy Socks: Gold Toe Harrington Crew SocksGoldtoeHarrington Crew SocksWe love obscure, Japanese-made socks as much as the next fashion editor, but hosiery doesn't have to be expensive to be good. Gold Toe's have been our go-to multi-buy socks for years not just because they’re always on sale, but because, well, they’re just plain good.The Trail-Hopping Hikers: Merrell Moab 3 BootsMerrellMoab 3 Mid Waterproof Hiking BootReal-deal hikers aren’t the only folks who swear by Merrell’s legendary Moab boots. We love ‘em for their unmatched utility on the mountains as much as we do their commuting ability in the city.The Perfect Polo Shirt: Lacoste Classic Polo ShirtMuch like the Levi's 501, Lacoste’s most enduring contribution to the fashion canon remains a blueprint for all the polo shirts that came after it. Its claim to fame today is still as strong as it was when René Lacoste himself debuted it on the tennis court. The only difference? In 2025, you can find it in a million different colors—and with Prime shipping.The Famed French Fragrance: Terre d'Hermes Eau Intense Vetiver EDP

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Synchronize your watches, folks: Our moles embedded deep in the dank underbelly of Bezos HQ have reported rumors of an Amazon Big Spring Sale right around the corner. What, exactly, this definitely-not-a-Prime-Day-redux entails is still a little bit iffy—though you can scope out some of the forthcoming deals here—but our intel indicates that the shopping extravaganza kicks off next week, on March 25th, just in time for your seasonal wardrobe overhaul.If you simply can't wait that long, our Seattle operatives bear more good news: days before the discount spigot gets turned to full blast, the deals are already trickling in. No-brainer wardrobe basics like undies and socks, everyday workhorses like jeans and sneakers, light jackets for peak light-jacket season—they're all already on sale. The secret? Simple: they're almost always on sale, marked down anywhere from a modest 15% to a hefty 50% off.We could spend countless hours debating the philosophical nature of the bargains below (if they’re always on sale, are they ever on sale?) but our crack team of Amazon specialists advises against questioning the status quo too strongly. All we know is that right this very moment, a who's who of our all-time favorite menswear upgrades are cheaper on Amazon than they are anywhere else. Copy? GQ out.5 Amazon Big Spring Sale Finds We're EyeingThe Heirloom-Grade Hoodie: Champion Reverse Weave PulloverChampionReverse Weave Pullover HoodieThere's a reason Champion appears twice on this list, and it's not just because the American sportswear juggernaut is so readily available on the ‘zon. Decades after it first hit the market, it’s still impossible to argue with the brand's soft-but-durable Reverse Weave fabric—to say nothing of this particular hoodie's perfect hip-grazing cut. If you can get past the tiny logo emblem (or own a seam ripper), you’ll be rewarded with an heirloom-level pullover your grandkids will fight over.The Upgrade Undies: Calvin Klein Boxer Briefs (3-Pack)Calvin KleinCotton Classics 3-Pack Boxer BriefCalvin Klein’s genre-defining skivvies didn't earn that moniker off the strength of Marky Mark's abs alone. The fit, the feel, the ability to imbue their wearer with a high-octane dose of movie-star confidence? We'd consider those pretty formidable strengths, too. Still not convinced? Check our guide to the best underwear for men and circle back here. (We'll wait.)The End-All, Be-All Blue Jeans: Levi's 501 Original JeansLevi's501 Original Fit JeansIt’s been centuries since Levi’s introduced the world to jeans, but to this day, the 501 remains the blue standard in denim. Usually, you can grab a pair of the quintessential GQ-approved dungarees for around $80, but right now they’ll run you just north of 50 bones.The Rough-and-Rugged Watch: Timex Expedition Scout WatchTimexExpedition Scout 40mm WatchCheap, cheerful, and classic to a T, Timex’s Expedition Scout watch is built for navigating the outdoors—which means it can stand up to the quotidian rigors of your office with equal aplomb. So yes, we do encourage rocking it with your favorite windbreaker and best-fitting suit.The Classic Kicks: Adidas Samba SneakersNo, the Samba isn't dead—in fact, we sincerely hope it'll live forever. A classic is a classic is a classic, especially when said classic is on sale.The Real-Deal Work Shirt: Wrangler Western Work ShirtWranglerWestern Work ShirtNext to, like, an Oxford-cloth button-down, a western-inflected denim shirt should be the most versatile in your closet. And if our trend-detecting technology is calibrated correctly, no denim shirt will enjoy a bigger resurgence this season than Wrangler's cheap-and-cheery snap-front joint. Sleep on it at your own peril.The Relaxed-to-the-Max Sweats: Champion Fleece SweatpantsChampionPowerblend Fleece Relaxed-Bottom SweatpantsIf you can’t seem to unwind properly, the problem just might be your pants. So why not ditch the circulation-choking joggers and embrace the swaggier environs of bigger, baggier sweats? Champion’s are some of the best we've swaddled ourselves in, thanks to their puppy-soft fabric and blissfully roomy fit.The Bulk-Buy Socks: Gold Toe Harrington Crew SocksGoldtoeHarrington Crew SocksWe love obscure, Japanese-made socks as much as the next fashion editor, but hosiery doesn't have to be expensive to be good. Gold Toe's have been our go-to multi-buy socks for years not just because they’re always on sale, but because, well, they’re just plain good.The Trail-Hopping Hikers: Merrell Moab 3 BootsMerrellMoab 3 Mid Waterproof Hiking BootReal-deal hikers aren’t the only folks who swear by Merrell’s legendary Moab boots. We love ‘em for their unmatched utility on the mountains as much as we do their commuting ability in the city.The Perfect Polo Shirt: Lacoste Classic Polo ShirtMuch like the Levi's 501, Lacoste’s most enduring contribution to the fashion canon remains a blueprint for all the polo shirts that came after it. Its claim to fame today is still as strong as it was when René Lacoste himself debuted it on the tennis court. The only difference? In 2025, you can find it in a million different colors—and with Prime shipping.The Famed French Fragrance: Terre d'Hermes Eau Intense Vetiver EDP

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Greenville Swamp Rabbits Fight Cancer Special Hoodie

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Greenville Swamp Rabbits Fight Cancer Special Hoodie: A Bold Statement of Strength and Solidarity

Hockey is more than just a sport—it’s a brotherhood, a community, and a platform for change. Few things embody this spirit better than the Greenville Swamp Rabbits Fight Cancer Special Hoodie, a powerful tribute to those battling cancer and a reminder that no one fights alone. Designed with a striking black and purple color scheme, this hoodie isn’t just a piece of apparel; it’s a symbol of resilience, awareness, and the unwavering fight against cancer.

Whether you're a die-hard Swamp Rabbits fan, a cancer survivor, a supporter of the cause, or simply someone who appreciates meaningful sportswear, this hoodie is a must-have addition to your wardrobe. It blends team pride with a greater mission, proving that hockey has the power to unite people in ways that go far beyond the rink.

A Design That Commands Attention and Respect

The Greenville Swamp Rabbits Fight Cancer Special Hoodie is immediately eye-catching, thanks to its bold yet elegant black base with purple and white accents. Black represents strength and determination, while purple is the universal color of cancer awareness, making this hoodie a visual statement of hope and perseverance. The contrasting white details on the shoulders and sleeves add an extra touch of sophistication, ensuring a sleek and modern look.

At the center of the design, the Swamp Rabbits logo is reimagined with a cancer awareness twist—the team’s signature fierce rabbit now placed inside a purple ribbon, the international symbol for cancer awareness and support. This fusion of hockey culture and advocacy makes the hoodie a standout piece, perfect for fans who want to wear their support proudly.

On the back, the words “FIGHT CANCER” are emblazoned in bold, capital letters, reinforcing the hoodie’s purpose. Below it, the Bon Secours sponsorship logo adds an element of authenticity, highlighting the partnership between sports and healthcare in raising awareness and funding for cancer research. This isn’t just about the Swamp Rabbits—it’s about a movement, a fight, and a promise to never back down.

Adding even more detail, the Nike swoosh on the sleeve elevates the hoodie’s appeal, giving it a professional-grade sportswear feel that’s perfect for game nights, community events, or everyday casual wear.

Unparalleled Comfort and Durability

Beyond its aesthetic appeal, the Greenville Swamp Rabbits Fight Cancer Hoodie is built for all-day comfort and lasting durability. Made from a high-quality cotton-polyester blend, this hoodie offers the perfect balance of softness and breathability, ensuring that you stay warm without feeling too heavy or restricted. Whether you're cheering in the stands, running errands, or relaxing at home, this hoodie keeps you cozy and comfortable while making a statement.

The adjustable drawstring hood provides added warmth and versatility, allowing you to adapt to changing temperatures with ease. The ribbed cuffs and waistband create a snug yet flexible fit, ensuring that the hoodie retains its shape even after repeated wears and washes.

Meanwhile, the spacious kangaroo pocket offers both function and style, perfect for keeping your hands warm or storing essentials while on the go. Designed with practicality in mind, this hoodie delivers everything you need for game-day excitement and everyday wear.

A Must-Have for Fans, Fighters, and Supporters

Owning the Greenville Swamp Rabbits Fight Cancer Special Hoodie is about more than just showing team pride—it’s about standing up for a cause that touches the lives of millions. This hoodie represents:

The resilience of those battling cancer, reminding them that they are never alone in their fight.

The strength of the Swamp Rabbits community, proving that sports can bring people together for something greater than the game.

A commitment to awareness and advocacy, ensuring that cancer research and support remain in the spotlight.

The intersection of hockey and humanitarianism, showcasing how teams like the Swamp Rabbits use their platform to make a real difference.

For longtime Swamp Rabbits fans, this hoodie is a powerful statement of loyalty, dedication, and compassion. For those who have personally experienced cancer, whether as fighters, survivors, or loved ones, it serves as a symbol of hope and determination.

And for those who simply want to support the cause in style, this hoodie offers a perfect blend of fashion and purpose, ensuring that you look great while spreading an important message.

So, whether you’re heading to Bon Secours Wellness Arena, participating in a Fight Cancer Night event, or simply looking for a hoodie that tells a story of strength and solidarity, the Greenville Swamp Rabbits Fight Cancer Special Hoodie is the ultimate way to make a difference.

Wear it proudly, wear it boldly, and wear it for those who need our support the most.

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Sleigh All Day in NFL Ugly Christmas Sweaters

The holiday season is a time for joy, celebration, and, of course, showing off your festive spirit. What better way to do that than by sleighing all day in NFL Ugly Christmas Sweaters? These whimsical and team-themed garments have become a beloved tradition for football fans across the nation, and they're the perfect way to combine your love for the game with the magic of the holidays.

Embrace the Ugly with Style

Ugly Christmas sweaters have been a mainstay of holiday gatherings for years, known for their gaudy designs and vibrant colors. But when you combine that timeless tradition with your passion for NFL football, you get a unique and stylish way to celebrate. NFL Ugly Christmas Sweaters are not just ugly; they're fun, quirky, and a badge of honor for fans who wear them with pride.

Represent Your Team with Flair

One of the fantastic aspects of NFL Ugly Christmas Sweaters is that they cater to fans of all 32 teams in the league. Whether you bleed green and white for the New York Jets or proudly sport the silver and black of the Las Vegas Raiders, there's a sweater that proudly showcases your team's colors and logo. It's the perfect way to let everyone know which team has your heart this season.

From Holiday Parties to Game Days

NFL Ugly Christmas Sweaters aren't limited to just holiday parties; they're ideal for game days too. Imagine walking into the stadium, tailgate party, or a friend's house for a game-watching get-together, all while sporting your team's sweater. You'll not only be the life of the party but also the center of attention as fellow fans share in the joy of both football and the holidays.

Spread Cheer Wherever You Go

These sweaters are more than just clothing; they're a statement. When you wear an NFL Ugly Christmas Sweater, you're spreading holiday cheer wherever you go. Whether you're out shopping for gifts, attending a holiday parade, or grabbing a cup of hot cocoa, you're sure to bring smiles and festive spirit to those around you.

The Perfect Gift for Football Fanatics

If you're on the hunt for a thoughtful and fun gift for the football fanatic in your life, look no further. An NFL Ugly Christmas Sweater is the ideal choice. It's a unique way to acknowledge their passion for the game and their love for the holiday season. Plus, it's a gift that keeps on giving, as they can wear it proudly throughout the holiday season and beyond.

In conclusion, "Sleigh All Day in NFL Ugly Christmas Sweaters" is more than just a catchy phrase; it's an invitation to celebrate the holiday season in style while showcasing your love for the game. Don't miss the chance to spread joy, team spirit, and festive fun with an NFL Ugly Christmas Sweater of your own. So, get ready to sleigh all day, whether you're at a holiday gathering, the stadium, or simply enjoying the season at home. Your NFL Ugly Christmas Sweater is your ticket to a festive and football-filled holiday season!

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Okey but like imagine billy being bestie with the chubby latina, like at first they hate each other but one day billy got to drunk to fight in a party and he gets knock out and the reader feels bad and helps him. Then later on they help each other and they find out that their mom/dad hits them and they have this trauma bond???💓Angst😩💓

And they love each other but in a platonic way + max also loving the reader like a big sister...

Can you make a little story pls, i just love the way you write😭💓

EYRHDJEI I GOT YOUUUU We love it when we get to bond with our friends through trauma 😩 AND THANK YOU!! Also I have a story that is almost similar like this. If you want to check it out, here you go

Also, it didn't end up being a small story 😭

Bonding [Billy Hargrove]

Billy Hargrove x Platonic! Fem! Chubby/Plus-Size! Reader

Warning: Talks about parents being abusive, abuse, fighting, blood, drinking(alcohol), throwing up, treating wonds, and Billy being a bit out of character.

You hate Billy Hargrove with all your guts. He's annoying and a man whore. Just by one look at him, you knew you'd hate him. He smokes wherever he wants and in class too. Teachers fear him because he once yelled and threatened a teacher in one of his classes. So telling on Billy is a no in the list or else you are getting your ass kicked.

Billy hated you too. He'd give you glares that pisswd you off. He'd whisper something about you to a girl and she'd laugh at the comment he made about you.

Billy has every girl on his side. How are they so blind? He'll end up sleeping with one of them and then leaving them. So stupid.

He's been at every party you've gone to. You can't even enjoy a party with your friends without them drooling all over him.

It was always him chugging down some beer, talking to a girl that is clearly taken, then fighting, winning the fight, and taking the girl to some place to fuck her. That was it. The rumor would go around on who he fucked and where he fucked them. The guy was proud.

But today, it seems it wasn't his luck.

You were enjoying your lovely drink while your friends were chit chatting when all of a sudden a guy yelled, "There is a fight!" And everyone ran outside, even you. Well, your friends dragged you. Billy was fighting with some guy who was in a different school basketball team. You knew because he had a jacket on that represented his school colors and logos.

Billy couldn't even stand still without tripping. He mostly was the one that got all the punches. At the end, Billy lost and passed out on the floor. Everyone cheered and some booed. Everyone leaves and goes back to whatever the hell they were doing and leaves Billy on the dirty floor. You looked down at him and felt bad.

Now, why were you feeling bad. You were puzzled at this. You saw his chest rise up and down gently as blood was coming out of his nose down to his bloody lip. You bit your own lip and looked away.

A. You could walk away and pretend like you never sa whim

B. Be a decent human being and help a passed out guy.

You looked around to see if anyone would help him. Seems you went with plan B.

But no one looked at your direction. You bit your lip and backed away a little, leaning on a tree. You waited and waited for someone to pick up the bloody knocked out guy, but no one approached. You wated to see if anyone of his so called "friends" would help him

As predicated, no one came. You groan and put your drink in the trash bags that were left outside. You walked up to Billy and crouched beside him.

"Hey." You called and no response. You bit the inside of your mouth and your older sisterly instinct kicked in. You start to gently shake him to see if he responds or does something. He groaned, which was a good sign. You turned and saw some guys looking at you, but they immediately looked away. You rolled your eyes and murmured, "At least help assholes." You made Billy sit up and made him lean on the trash bags. "Hey, Billy?"

"What?" Was all he could manage to let out. He slowly opens his eyes and grins as he sees you. "Oh, it's you. What brings you-" He gagged.

And before you knew it, he threw up.

Thankfully, he didn't get it on himself or you. You tried to make him get up once he was done puking. "Come on Hargrove, we have to go."

"The party hasn't ended." He says and trips, making you almost fall with him. You made him stand up straight again and lead him to your car. "It is over after that fight you lost." You say and open the car. He goes inside and closes the door. You hurried to your side and grabbed your keys. You turned on the car and made Billy put on his seatbelt. You put yours on too and drive to a Gas station.

You couldn't go home. Your Mom was there and you didn't want her to argue with you again. You didn't know where Billy lived and he looked like shit. So the Gas station was the only option. You park the car and say, "I'll be back. Don't do some stupid shit." You say and leave. You hurriedly look for water, pain killers, a first aid kit, and some snacks for you to calm yourself down. The line wasn't long, but other people had a shit ton of stuff with them and the cashier was talking to some guy. You rolled your eyes and looked outside to see, but you couldn't even see your car because some chips were blocking it.

It was soon your turn and the guy scanned your stuff. You were extremely inpatient because the guy took about 40 seconds to scan an item. "So, what brings you here?"

"To buy shit." You harshly say. He got the message and didn't ask anymore questions. You paid and grabbed your belongings that were in a plastic bag. You hurried outside and walked to your car to hear music playing from it. You opened the car and the music was much louder.

"This song is good!" Billy yells and you get in. You lower the music. Billy must have gone through your cassette tapes and found your mix. It was mostly Spanish rock songs. The one that was playing was Oye Mi Amor by Maná(let's say it came out in the 80s).

You turned on the lights in your car and said, "Billy, Look at me." You say and he gives you a puzzled look. "Why?"

"You literally have blood dripping down your nose and probably have a scar somewhere." You say as you grabbed water and washed your hands outside. You closed the door behind you and grabbed the first aid kit. "Grab some water in there and take the pill." You say and Billy looks through the bag. He grabs the small box that had a pill in it and the water.

Billy stood still as you cleaned him up. He had a split lip and the nosebleed stopped eventually.

"You're at every party." Billy says. He must be sober after that throw up that happened and with the pills helping. "Yeah. I don't like being home." You say while still concentrating.

"How come?"

"Family problems. Mom is always being a bitch while dad is always drunk and beating me or my siblings." You say and then chuckle.

"I honestly don't know why hes still with dad..." You say as yiu three the dirty bloody alcohol wipes in a trash bag. It was quite, and you cringed at what you had said. "Sorry. Too much information." You say and check how his split lip is.

"Ema told me you hate me." He says and smiles a bit. "Of course she did. She tells everyone whatever the fuck I do." You say. Ema is your friend, not your best friend. She started to change after she got with some popular boy and basically treated you like shit because of your weight.

You didn't care and hung out with your other friends. Ema soon started to change a bit after her boyfriend started to push her away whenever she clinged on to him. But you couldn't see her as someone you'd tell your secrets to. You couldn't see as a friend that youd tell her about how your parents basically fight all day and your dad beats you up if you don't do something right. She would have told the whole school.

"Why does your dad hit you?" Billy asks. You looked at his blue eyes and sigh. You sit back on your seat and sink in it.

"Because he hates me. He thinks I'm a disappointment for no reason. I'm guessing its that I look a lot like my mom…" You say and throw away the cotton balls that were on the car. "How about you? How come you are at every party?"

Billy wouldn't exactly say that it was because of his dad. That he and his dad got into fist fights. So, he says, "Same as you." You nod and go through the bag. You pulled out a pack of cookies and ate one. "So you also have family problems?"

"You could say." He says as he sits back and looks up at the car ceiling. "Having drunk parents is shitty." You say. "But here we are, drinking and partying…" You murmured.

You grabbed your purse as you walked past your arguing parents. They were arguing in Spanish and they'd bring in some English words, but mostly Spanish. Your dad was extremely drunk while your mother was furious at him for it.

"¡Tienes que parar de tomar, Antonio!" She yelled and he shook his head. "Tú no me tienes que decir nada mujer. ¡Yo mando en esta casa!" Your mom laughs sarcastically and claps. Your dad saw you and yelled your name. "[Name]! ¿Para donde vas?"

"Una Fiesta."

"Siempre con tus putas Fiestas." He says and then throws the bottle at the wall, startling you.

"What the hell is your problem!" You yelled as you looked at the broken glass.

Your mom yelled at him for throwing the bottle but he walked past her and went towards you. "No me hable así mal creada." He cups your face with one hand. "Eres una decepción [Nonmbre] [último]."

You remember what happened. You were surprised he didn't hit you. You'd guess he didn't want people to see the slap mark on your cheek and have someone call the police on him.

You bite your lip and say, "How's Max?" You ask. "How do you know about that little shit head?"

"I know some kids who hang out with her." You said and smiled as you remembered the group of kids. Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin. You knew them because you used to be friends with Nancy during your freshman year. You'd be in the basement with them and see them play DnD while Nancy was busy with a phone call with Steve.

They still talk to you and tell you about any news they have. And Max was one of them. Dustin and Lucas have a crush on her and that her nickname is 'Mad Max'

"She's alright." You nod and turn in the car, startling Billy. "I can take you home." You say. "I can't take you to mine because mine is as shitty as yours." Billy couldn't help but chuckle at your comment.

"How come you hate me so much?" He asked. "You are a man whore, don't respect teachers, always get into fights, and you are a complete asshole." You say as you drive. "Well, I think you are an asshole for saying all that shit. But I don't give a fuck." He said and you laughed.

"I know that."

The car ride was you talking. You told Billy what all went down in your family.

Your mom and dad got married, thinking they were in love. They had you and it was all good so far. Your twin sisters were born and it started to go downhill after that.

Your dad lost his job, your mom is a stay at home wife, you just started 8th grade while your sisters were in 1st grade. Your dad started to drink and get into arguments with your mom a lot. You once defended your mom because your dad wouldn't stop hitting her and he suddenly just started saying stuff to you.

It was swear words, being called a disappointment, whore, and how he wanted a boy, not a girl. He then hit you with his belt and your mom was begging him to stop. After your dad calmed down, your mom yelled at you because of what you did. She even slapped you across the face for it. "You think I'm weak or something!" She yelled and told you to go to your room. You hurried to your sister's room and calmed them down because they were crying.

As you grew, you were mostly the one responsible for taking care of your sisters. You made them lunch, took them to school, bought groceries from some money you stole for your mom and dad, and cleaned.

Billy was listening to you the whole time. Once you stopped talking, you then chuckled and said, "What about you? What's your story?"

Billy looked outside the window and started to talk. His mom died when he was still a kid, his dad went drinking as a coping way to forget about him and his mom. Then, his dad met someone else, too quick for Billy's liking, and he met Max.

They still lived in California and visited Max from time to time. His dad would be out on his dates while he took care of Max. But his dad always came home drunk. He'd argue with him about some random shit that Billy couldn't even understand.

Billy grows and he starts to drink. He'd be out partying and doing whatever the fuck he wanted. He wanted to be far from home where he didn't have to fight his dad all the time. As soon as it was morning, he went to school, after school he went with his friends, then at 2 am he'd be home asleep.

That's when his dad and his new girlfriend decided to move in together and move to Hawkins. And that was his last straw.

You stopped the car near his house and turned it off. "Well, obviously, we both have shitty homes." You say and he chuckles. He was comfortable that you didn't feel pity for him. "But if your dad beats you up, just call me and I'll treat your beatings and help you. You and your sister." You say as you grab random people that were in your car, a pen, and write your number. You hand it out to him and he holds it.

"Ya, para fuera. I need to check up on two troublesome twins." You say you should point outside. Billy grins and walks out.

You met Max while you were shopping for groceries. You decided to make some enchiladas because your sisters have been begging you to make them some.

You, begging an amazing sister, gave in and went to buy the ingredients you needed. You walked around the fridge area when you saw the bucket of ice cream. You haven't had ice cream in what felt like ears. You opened it, grabbed the vanilla ice cream, and placed it on your cart.

"Let's get ice cream."

"Max, We just came here for some beer and eggs." You turned and saw Billy. Billy looks towards you and then grins. "Come on! Just this once and I won't ask for anything."

"What the hell did I tell you Max?"

"I'll give you some." You say as you walk towards them. Max gives you a puzzled look. She's never seen you before and thought it was weird you just told her that. "I bought a whole bucket and I'm sure my sisters will not finish this." Max looks over at Billy and he nods. "I know her. She's a friend." Max smiles and looks over at you, "When can I grab some?"

"Well, you can come to a park that is near where I live. Me and my sisters go there to eat." You say and she nods. "Can we go today?" She asked. Billy raised a brow when Max said 'we'.

"Today! At 3:30 if you can. I'm making dinner too." You say and Max looks in your cart. "What are you making?"

"Some enchiladas." You say as you start to walk and Max follows. Billy outs the beer and eggs in your cart and follows you two.

Max and you basically talked as you looked for what you needed. You two talked about music, arcade games, and about fashion. "How do you do your makeup?" She asked as she looked at your face. You had mascara and perfect eyeliner. You also had the perfect shade of lip liner with lip gloss on it. "Oh, well, I really practiced. Mostly my friends taught me how to."

Max nods and looks down at her shoes. The only really close girl friend she has is El, but El knows nothing about makeup too. Max would like to wear makeup too one day and feel pretty. "I can teach you one day." You say as you gave her a smile. You noticed that she looked sad. She probably didn't know much about makeup and she was at that age where girls want to experiment on stuff. You also knew, from what Billy said, that her mom was rarely home and she had no girl friends. She basically had no female role model.

And you wanted to change that.

"Really?" She looks up at you and you nod. "Of course. We just need to meet each other when we are free and we can give to the Mall to get you some new makeup." She giggled and nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Let's go Max." Billy says and you roll your eyes. "Ugh, what an annoying brother you have Max." You say and she smiled. "You're Not wrong." She whispered and grabbed the eggs. Billy grabbed the beer and said, "Am I invited as well?"

"To what?"

"To eat dinner at the park."

"Yes you are. Just bring a thing." You say and he nods.

You did as promised to Max and went to the mall.

Billy told Max to be careful and to be home before mom and dad got home.

She simply nods and goes to your car.

You let her pick whatever songs she might like. The car ride was a little awkward. You two only talked a lot when she went to the park.

When you got to the mall, you two went straight for the makeup stores.

Max loved everything she saw. She loved the colors and how beautiful they looked.

You absolutely loved how she reacted when she saw the makeup.

Her eyes did widen and say how stupid the prices were for some little makeup. 'That's just how makeup is Max.' You told her and she put the makeup back where it was.

You started small. A small makeup palette with 6 shades, light lipstick, and maskera.

Max asked about the foundation, but you said it was too soon. "Plus, I absolutely adore your freckles. Show them off girl."

After buying her everything (which you also got her a small makeup bag), you two decide to buy some food.

You two went to buy something small, like corn dogs with a small soda. You needed space for when you made food at home.

As you two walked, Max grabbed your arm and pointed at a store. It was a photobooth. "We have to take pictures! Please!"

You gave in and took two pictures, which turned into 4, 8, 10, and 12. They were you two just goofing around with outfits.

Max needed as many pictures as possible. She wanted her wall full of amazing moments so she looked at them whenever she felt down and smiled at them.

As she looked through the pictures in the car ride, she held one up. You looked at it at a red light and smiled. "I'm keeping at least 2." You say and she holds out two.

When Max got home, she anxiously walked up to Billy and he raised a brow. "What the hell do you want Max?"

"[Name] wants to come in. Can she?" Billy looked at the clock and saw it was still very early. He sighs and nods. Max smiles and hurries outside, yells your name and you are sponsored at the front door.

"Sup." You say and Billy waves. He goes back to working out while you and Max were in her room.

"Do you have a crush on Billy?" She asked as she looked at the makeup palette. "Oh no! God no!" You cringed at the thought of it. "Then who?"

"Well, at the moment. It's no one really." You say and Max points are the color she wants.

You did her makeup and taught her how to do it herself on one side. She did get frustrated, but you told her it's fine. "We learn from the mistakes we make and try things differently." And Max nods.

"You're cool. Lucas told me about you." She says.

You smiled and said, "Me? That's a surprise. What are you and Lucas?"

"What do you mean?" She asked and you grin. "You know what I mean?"

"Ew no! We just met! Plus, he's a total loser." She says and you smile. "Mhm. Sure "

It was soon time for you to leave. Max thanked you and you nod. Billy and you talked. You told him about you and Max's adventure at the mall and he listened. He did ask if she behaved well and you'd always assure him she did.

"I'm just making sure. I don't want her bothering you."

"And she never will. I love her if she were my own sister."

He chuckled and nods. You turned around at the car and Billy notices a purple bruise on your arm. "The hell you get that from?" He asked, standing up straight. "Dad hit my arm. Nothing big. He always does this shit." You whispered, not wanting Max to hear. Billy just nods and looks behind him, checking if Max was there. But Max 's room started to play music.

"I'll see you later. Bye Billy." You say and walked to your car.

You didn't know what to do or where to go. You had a split lip and possibly a purple eye.

Your dad got into an argument with you. This time, it was because of how you only care about yourself.

"You are so fucking selfish." Your dad says as he looks at the TV. You just got home from working. "What?" You asked if you placed the grocery bag down. "You always think of yourself and not us. Where is my money?"

"What fucking money?

"Don't talk to me like that!" He yells and slams the beer bottle down on the table. You finally had enough and grabbed the broken glass on the floor. You threw it in his direction, missing on purpose. "I'm tired of you! I'm tired of mom! I'm done with your bullshit!" He stands still and his eyes widen with anger.

"I work! You don't! And mom doesn't either! She fucking borrows money! She never even gives it back! I'm so embarrassed to even be seen around you two! I'm the one who cleans, cooks, and takes care of the twins! I work too! All you do is get drunk and shit-" a sudden sharp pain was pressed on your cheek. It wasn't a slap, that you knew. It was a punch.

He kept yelling at you so many words as he cornered you. He gave you one last punch, this time hitting you near your eye.

Your mom walked out of the room and saw the situation. But she just stood there. She didn't walk up to you or help you. You knew she was scared of him. But she couldn't even protect her own daughter.

Your dad backs away as he pants. He sees your nose start to bleed. He simply walks to the fridge and grabs a beer. You grabbed your purse with your car keys and ran outside.

You drive to Billy's place as tears blurred your vision. You safely parked in front of his house and saw his dad's car wasn't there.

Max decided to put on a movie to watch with Billy. Scenes Billy didn't have any party to go to, he was put once again to babysit Max.

Billy heard a car, making Max hurry to the TV and turn it off. She runs to her room and slams the door behind her. Billy looks at the door and hears knocking. He walks up to the door and opens it.

"What the fuck happened to you!"

"Please, let me stay here for a few hours. Please." Billy bit his lip. Max screamed as she saw you and hurried to the bathroom. Billy brings you in and locks the door, closes the curtains, and turns the lights off from the living room and kitchen. He brought you into his room and you looked around. Smelled like cigarettes with cheap clones all around. You'd be pinching your nose from the smell, but it would hurt.

Max hurried in with the first aid kit and went to her room, knowing that you probably didn't want her to see.

While Billy cleaned you(the best he could become he was shaking. He didn't want to hurt you), you told him everything. How you've had enough and simply wanted to feel at peace, not worry and not get into arguments that end up with punches. Billy didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to do with you as he saw tears slide down your cheeks as he threw away the bloody cotton balls.

You luckily didn't have a black eye. But you did have a bruise on your cheek. You looked at the split lip and sigh. "I'm sorry." You say.

"Oh, shut up [Name]." Billy says. Just lay down on the damn bed and get some fucking rest. That's what you need [Name]." He says and goes to the kitchen. He looks through the cabinet of pills and grabs a glass, fills it with water and goes back. He sees you laying on the bed, quietly sobbing as you fidget with his bed sheets. "Take these." He says as he holds the pills. You sit up, take them and drink the glass of water down.

Billy sits on the edge of the bed and looks at you. "Thank you." You say. "Thank you for helping me and for making me forget about such a shitty day I had today. I don't know, it's like when I'm with my sisters, or with Max or even with you, all my worries wash away." You rant. And Billy listens.

You wanted to say how much you loved him for what he's done and you see him as a brother too. But you'll get nothing from Billy. But Billy knew already. He cared and loved you too. He had to take you in for the night. Thankfully, his parents were out and would probably be home at 6 am.

"Move over dumbass." You move a little to the side, giving Billy some room. You stayed there, looking at whatever you could till you fell asleep. Billy sighs and closes his eyes, feeling tired after the shock you gave him. Max walks in and smiles. She turns off the lights and closes the door. She goes to her own room and falls asleep.

[santoteez]

Kinktober 2022 - Day One

Genre: Smut

Idol: Vernon of SEVENTEEN

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Semi-public, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, quickie, College!AU, BasketballPlayer!Vernon, Cheerleader!Reader

Y/N climbed out of her driver's seat, duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She pried the university doors open, peering down the halls.

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go?” She whispered to herself. It was the first game of the season, and this was the first time they were up against this school in their own court, so Y/N wasn’t familiar with the building. She sighed as she looked down the empty halls once again. She was about to text the coach when she heard a toilet flush as a door swung open across the hall.

“Anya, thank God,” Y/N said, “I’ve been standing here for like 10 minutes.”

“Hey, girl! Locker room is this way. You would think they would have a security guard at the door to direct the visitors.” The raven-haired girl said, leading Y/N down the hall to a red metal door.

“The door only opens with school IDs, so someone has to let us back in if we have to pee,” Anya said, the banging echoing throughout the building.

Some shuffling was heard, and the door swung open, revealing a half-dressed cheerleader.

“Thanks, Deeana,” Anya said, letting Y/N in first.

“No problem, hey Y/N!” She stretched her arms out.

“Hey, D. I  didn’t see you on campus today.” Y/N embraced the shorter girl.

“You can chat later, ladies. Y/N, let’s get in uniform.” The coach called out from around the corner.

Deeana rolled her eyes, gesturing a gun against her temples before pulling the imaginary trigger. “Let’s catch up later, Y/N.”

Finding a free bench, Y/N set her bag down, removing her sweater and leggings. Pulling her uniform out of her back, she switched into her sports bra and Spanx. Finally, she slid the platinum silver and icy blue top, complete with the Harlequin University Diamonds logo, and pleated skirt over her thick curves. Putting her hair in a half-up/half-down style with a blue and silver bow, she fished out her makeup pouch from her duffel. She kept it light, not in the mood to argue with coach about how her shimmery eyeshadow completed the look.

“Alright girls, huddle up. Coach said. “This is the first game of the season, but you know what you have to do. Let’s show them that the Diamonds are a force to be reckoned with! Make me proud!” She shouted, smiling when cheers and pom poms were heard throughout the room. They all poured out of the locker room, with Coach strategically placing a door stopper to ensure they could re-enter the room.

Cheers from the crowd could be heard as the girls made their way to the sidelines, with a couple being for Y/N and Anya specifically. The two best friends were co-captains of the team and the only juniors, whereas the other girls were all sophomores.

They watched as the home basketball team emerged from the locker room, their cheer team shouting words of encouragement. 

“Cocky, aren’t they?” Deeana said as she watched one of the players from the other team winked at her.

“Just ignore them, don’t react,” Y/N whispered.

“C’mon y’all, here comes our team!” Anya shouted.

“Okay girls, you ready?” Y/N asked, smiling when she heard the collective “YEAH!”

As soon as the players stepped foot on the court, the cheer began:

Damn, it’s cold in here!

Must be that ice in the atmosphere!

Diamonds shining bright

Let’s go boys

Let’s take that win back home tonight!

The cheerleaders quieted down as the crowd continued the cheer.

Anya nudged Y/N. “Here comes lover boy.”

Y/N looked up as she locked eyes with her chestnut-haired boyfriend, Vernon. The couple started dating not too long after school started freshman year. Since then, Vernon had worked his way to team captain, with his best friend Wonwoo as his co-captain.

He winked at Y/N as he took a seat on the bench, leaning over to talk to Wonwoo.

Y/N laughed to herself as she heard the girls in the crowd fawn over her boyfriend. Girls all over campus would die for his attention, but it was no use in hoping. He only had eyes for Y/N.

The girls huddled up again as both teams headed to the locker rooms for halftime.

“Okay, ladies. This school does things a little differently. They choose their halftime performers based on which side of the gym makes the most noise. I know we aren’t used to doing full routines in a gym that isn’t ours, so if we get chosen, Y/N, Anya, and Deeana are our performers. You’re performing your unit routine, got it?” Coach said.

“It’s halftime, folks,” The announcer’s voice blared through the speakers. “It’s time to choose your halftime performers!”

After a screaming match, the announcer declared that the Harlequin Jewels would perform a halftime routine. The three girls made their way to the center of the court, ignoring the shouts of “what about the other girls?” from the opposite side.

The sounds of ‘Conceited’ by Flo Milli filled the court. The three girls performed their routine which was full of powerful, captivating moves and even double the hair flips. The entire court cheered at the end and out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Vernon heading back to the locker room he obviously snuck out of. She smiled in his direction, knowing he made it his mission to watch the routines every time, even if the coach got on his case about leaving the locker room.

The second half started shortly after the routine, the Harlequin Diamonds were in the lead by just a few points and were on the offense.

The hoop is open,

The net is hot,

Harlequin Diamonds

Make that shot!

The crowd roared as Vernon zoomed down the court, scoring three points. Promptly, the girls stomped as hard as they could:

Great job Vernon,

Super well done,

Come on, Diamonds

Score another one!

The game ended on time, and the Diamonds won 77-70. The girls piled into the locker room once again, taking turns using the shower stalls before changing into their post-game outfits.

The last of them had just gotten out of the shower when Anya shouted “Guys, Wonwoo said the team is going to a diner nearby to celebrate and they want us there!” 

The girls cheered, excited at the chance to talk to the guys on the team.

Anya nudged Y/N. “You’re coming too, right? Don’t tell me you and Vernon have other plans.” She quipped an eyebrow.

“No other plans that I know of, so I guess we’re going.” She shrugged.

One of the girls scoffed. “Must be nice.”

“Yeah Y/N, you guys were made for each other.”

“They’re gonna get married!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I think you guys are skipping a few chapters. Let me get a degree first and I’ll think about it, okay?”

The room began to empty as the girls made their way out of the building to get to the diner.

“Come on, Y/N! We’re heading out!” Anya shouted.

“I know! I’m coming!”

“Hurry up before we leave you!” Anya walked off, the door shutting behind her. Y/N shoved her belongings into her bag hastily, zipping it up and slinging it over her shoulder. She had an arm out, ready to push the door open when she was suddenly yanked to the emergency stairwell.

She shouted and flailed until she was spun around and her eyes met those of her boyfriend.

“Jesus, Vernon!” She smacked his arm. 

“Did I scare you?” He asked, laughing.

“What do you think?” She glared.

“Aww, baby. I’m sorry.” He pouted.

“No, you’re not.”

“I mean…A little?” He laughed as Y/N hit him again.

She turned around to leave when he grabbed her hand. “Hold on.”

“Now what?”

“Shhh.”

They watched as the cheer coach walked through the locker room before exiting.

“Is that what you wanted? She’s gone.”

Vernon hummed, pulling her closer. “I have wanted you all night. Can you blame me for wanting a moment alone?”

“What about dinner? We’re the captains, they’re gonna notice we’re not there.” She asked, breath hitching as Vernon peppered kisses along her neck.

“Our co-captains are there. I’d say we have about 15 minutes before anyone notices we’re not there.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head. “And you think you can make me cum in that time?”

Vernon smiled, biting his lip. “Give me 10, baby.”

His lips met hers while his hands wrapped around her waist. His hair tickled her forehead, still wet from the shower he just took.

“Come on, let’s go to the bench.” He said, his voice already huskier than usual.

“What? What if someone comes back?”

“This isn’t our school. None of them have access to the doors from the outside.”

“Okay, what if someone from this school comes in?”

“They won’t. They gave us the locker room for the night. Plus, they lost. I doubt they’re still lingering around.” He said, opening the door and pulling her through the threshold. “Come on, we’re on a timer.”

Chaste kisses were shared as clothing was discarded in haste. Y/N ran her hand through Vernon’s damp locks, his thick cock prodding at her entrance eliciting sharp gasps from both mouths.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Your pretty girlfriend bouncing on top of you in the middle of the locker room?”

“Hmm, I always want you bouncing on top of me. Anywhere I can get you.” He wrapped his arms around her bare back, pulling her closer. “Watching you dance across the court makes it hard not to imagine being deep inside this pretty pussy.”

“That mouth,” Y/N tsked. “So filthy.”

“You love it when I talk to you like this.” Vernon looked up at her, his eyes two amber pools full of the love he felt for her.

He leaned back to lay against the bench, allowing Y/N to anchor herself with her hands flat on his chest as she kept a steady pace. She gasped as she felt the veins along his shaft graze her walls, his girth stretching her out deliciously. Y/N threw her head back, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest.

Vernon chuckled as she whimpered when the tip of his cock hit that spot deep inside that made silence an impossible feat. “I think being in public turns my baby on. Hm? Am I right? Are you getting off at the idea of someone knocking on that door?”

Y/N smirked. “Maybe.”

“Or maybe we should get caught. Let all those losers on the other team watch how I fuck you. Show them that your dance routines are the farthest they’ll get with you.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Y/N asked between heavy pants, her pace faltering.

“Maybe. Should I be jealous?” Vernon reached around her middle, tightening his grip.

“You tell me. Does it feel like you should?” She asked, her wet cunt tightening around his length, signs of her impending orgasm.

Vernon shook her head softly, before planting his feet firmly on the ground and thrusting his hips suddenly. “Thought so.”

Y/N fell forward, the sudden change in pace leaving her winded. She balanced herself on her elbows, their faces inches apart. “Vernon…” She said, breathless.

“I know, baby. Me too.” He returned her tone, planting a sloppy kiss upon her lips. “Do you need me to help you?”

She nodded frantically, the proximity of her orgasm making her delirious.

Vernon moved one of his arms from her waist and slid it between their bodies, his calloused fingers dutifully rubbing circles on her clit. “That’s it, baby. Just cum for me.”

Giving into pleasure, Y/N collapsed onto his chest, whimpers and trembling thighs left as remnants of her climax.

“Just hang in there for a little while longer, baby.” Vernon took a quick glance at his watch. “I’m almost there.”

Y/N squirmed slightly, overstimulated as her boyfriend approached his own orgasm. She let out a silent prayer when his hips suddenly stilled and he gasped.

“Hmm, I love you.” He said, his hands rubbing firm circles on her hips.

“I love you too, but we really need to get out of here,” Y/N said, groaning as she removed herself from his length.

“Relax, baby. After all, we still have time.” Vernon gestured at the clock.

Y/N turned back to Vernon, who was calmly getting dressed. “9 minutes? How did I cum so quick?” She asked, mouth agape.

“I don’t know, man. I guess I’m just that good.” Vernon shrugged, laughing when Y/N’s palm collided with his broad shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go eat.”

Vernon parked Y/N’s car in the diner lot before the couple headed in, hand in hand.

“Our star player and head cheerleader, fashionably late as always!” Wonwoo shouted and cheers erupted from the nearby tables. Wonwoo left Anya’s side momentarily to hand Vernon a drink. Y/N took the opportunity to slide into his seat.

Anya checked the time. “You’re 25 minutes late.”

“I can count, Anya.”

“Campus is a 5-minute drive away.” She continued, making the calculations in her head. “Hmm. Couldn’t wait until we got back to the dorms, huh?” 

Y/N groaned. “Of course you would notice.”

“How could I not? You took an extra 20 minutes to get here.” She shook her head. “The lack of decorum.”

Y/N scoffed. “Like you wouldn’t do it if Wonwoo had the same idea?”

Anya glanced at her friend, taking a sip of her drink in response.

Y/N laughed, looking across the room at her boyfriend downing a round of shots with his best friend.

“Next time he asks, I just might do it again.”

[hohoz]

How RE Village (8) SOLVED almost every problem that I had with RE Series

Okay - a few weeks ago I made a post that was “The ones that suffer the most” where I showed and explained my main problems with Chris and Jill and the RE series in general 

RE 1 is my fav game of this series and probably one of my all time favs, I player every RE there is to be played except 4 (because I dislike Leon, sry) 

Recently, specially after 4, the franchise had a few problems, specially in writing/map design/lore 

Resident evil 5 for example (I love this game) but it has it flaws, Chris there is only driven by anger and action - Sheva is used as a tool for lore exposition and to be Chris’s new partner 

PLEASE: be aware that game at that generation didn’t have much lore - with some exceptions, like God of War 1 2 3 were a simply game with a simple lore, and the most recent GoW has evolved a little bit in the storytelling

Until we hit rock bottom in RE6 - I know a lot of people like this game, but this is only and action game, bad writing and generic stages. 

Chris there is so mistreated that makes me mad (if you want to read more about this go to my other post “the ones that suffer the most”)

Until RE7 appeared, Capcom had a new engine and they wanted to do a game that was more horror like - since RE is know for being a Survival horror game.

I liked 7 - some people complained about Ethan being without emotion and others complained about the mold, a few didn’t like the FEAR vibes from Eveline. 

I personally enjoyed the game, I thought RE series was going back on track, that game has it’s problems but it was really nice compared to what we had in 6.

After that game I had a conversation with my best friend and I said that I wanted a game that portrayed Umbrella’s fall since the only game that shows this is Umbrellas Chronicles (and that is most a resume of what happened)

And I said: “Bro, I wish that when they made that game, they could tie some mythological lore and human evolution before Umbrella - using Spencer, this would solve LOT OF STUFF and open new ways to handle this series”

and guess what - this happened in RE8 and kudos to the one writer that did that, i have my gratitude. 

RESIDENT EVIL 8 is probably one of the BEST RE games that we had IN YEARS

And I want to address all thing that I loved in this game and do some predictions to what will happen in the next games.

“WELL WELL IF IT ISN’T ETHAN WINTERS” (The Father of the year)

My father was not a great guy... really, so I want to be the best dad ever, I really want be like Ethan - a guy who is ready to sacrifice and fight every monster in the way to save my family. 

Ethan was a character that in RE7 was used to make us fell like that it was us in the Baker’s house, so that is why he didn’t had that much personality (in my opinion) but they changed that in RE8, here he has nice dialogues AND a diary 

He has one of the best story line in the whole REverse, a guy that did EVERYTHING in his power to save his daughter - and you saw that playing the game, every sentence line that he delivered, he tried to save others too and even tho Chris said to him stay put ... but he couldn’t, he had to go to the altar, he had to help Chris, he had to go forward and keep going, specially after having the tools to face Heisenberg. 

The plea from a father, that was his last wish, after he heard that Mia was alive he knew that someone had to stop that monster, he made a promise to his daughter “Daddy won’t let those weird fairy tale monsters get you” so he trusted Chris, to be the one that teaches his kid how to be brave and strong

I will not address Chris and Rose situation here because this is Ethans part and he deserves completely all the spotlight, his sacrifice was 100x times better than Steve (CV)/Piers(6)

My cheers to Ethan Winters - You have my respect !

Revelations -> RE8 

So leaks from earlier times said that RE8 sucked and Revelations 3 was amazing

Revelations FYI is know for using old tales in RE stories 

Revelations 1 - Dante’s Inferno 

Revelations 2 - Frans Kafka 

Revelations 3 - Dracula 

But since RE8 sucked, Capcom said to the REV3 team that they could make REV3 become RE8 and they accepted 

Revelations series is one of the best in the games, they handle Jill in a way that I love, Claire and even Barry - so they deserve all the spotlight for making this awesome game - you CLEARLY can see that they love this series and that they treat all the characters with the love that they deserve. 

Keeping that in mind, they are the same team that made Rev 2 and in REV 2 we have this file here 

So they had a plan for Jill and we can see that in RE8 - I will address that later but keep that in mind - this team cares for the old characters, they were the ones that brought Barry back to the games :V 

Chris Redfield 

This is a hard one, because he is my fav character and I usually have the most critics regard him, since I’ve expect a lot from Capcom 

In the latest games they made him kind dumb, only muscles type of guy and an alcoholic that let all the people in his surroundings die (RE5,RE6,Vendetta) 

RE6 treats him the WORST

But in RE8 he had an amazing part in the storyline, it was obvious that he wasn’t evil and they FIXED HIS EYE COLOR - FINALLY 

I still don’t like the model face that much but it’s way better than 7 - so I believe Capcom, I still feel that he need more jawline 

But let’s go to the most important thing - here he really feels like a squad leader and a veteran, he has his team but he is the one in the front line, he covers and ask for help when he needs, everything about his line delivery makes you feel like “Woah, this guy is a badass, he is not some stupid guy only driven by emotions”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FINALLY GETTING THIS RIGHT 

If you remember my post about the ones that suffer the most / Jill is also in that list and I will talk about her a little bit later but if my guess is right RE8 saved her character aswell

Another thing that I enjoyed here is the fact that he is kind of a mercenary / Neo Umbrella kind of guy, even tho he is one of the founders of the BSAA

So I will give you all my score to this game: 

9/10

I won’t give 10/10 because of some technical issues, the cursor lock didn’t work and mouse sensitivity was i dunno, not the best. 

RE8 and the future (PREDICTIONS)  - Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, BSAA, Neo Umbrella, Ada Wong and Rosemary

First let’s look Rose

The first time I saw Rose all grown up - I thought to myself : She has the same problem as Eveline (age a lot faster than normal) 

But she also absorbed Miranda’s power since the metalicite (something like this) thought that she was a better host. - so maybe she will live longer or something because I doubt that they will do a 14 years time skip. 

This is not the same as Terra Save logo (Claire’s job) but it kind reminds me of it - her shoes appeared at least 3 times in this cut scene so maybe they are trying to show some hints with this 

She really reminds me of Jodie (Beyond two souls, a game where a girl has a lot of power and the gov uses her in missions and stuff, but she also is learning how to be her own person) 

Another thing here is that they don’t have a logo in this car, it really reminds me the car that Chris as using in RE8 

This supports the theory that Chris’s organization is dealing with her instead of the BSAA, the she is a hot headed girl and that she had a lot of powers. 

So here you can say that she is just a kid because she is a teenager, but what if she actually grows older really fast (like Eveline) maybe this is just 1 year later / 2 yrs later. (after RE8)

So this is the tricky part, this is Chris’s guard/soldier, someone that Chris trust to stand by her side, in my mind I do believe that Chris is kind of a father figure to her, so when this guys says this he is thinking about hot head Chris but she replies “Yeah” thinking about Ethan - (she has the mold memories, so she can actually remember Ethan’s memories) 

Now let’s look at this 

BSAA 

So in REV1 is hinted that BSAA is not the best organization in the world, but since our heroes work there we think that they are the good guys right ? 

In REV 2 (it’s important to remember that the team that created RE8 is the same from the REVELATIONS and they had this file here in REV2)

This email is from Jill and what does Jill have ? T-Virus 

Wesker is a different case since he was a project and she had the vaccine but this would make a lot of sense if they had this tests with Jill to get the T-Virus

If that is the case, they explained Jill’s absence in the main games, could even explain why Chris left BSAA and opened a new window to a lot of possibilities 

My Predictions: 

- Chris had trouble dealing with BSAA and Jill’s case, he wanted to get her out of there, maybe he removed her from there but that resulted in him being expelled from the force

-Jill may or may not know what they are doing with her blood, but she will have a huge part in the BOW used by BSAA 

-Chris is married to Jill (sorry- I had to place this here, in a perfect world he has two kids with her and they all love aunt Rose) 

-Chris will hopefully be a father figure to Rose and they will be in a game together since in the end they came to get her

-Rebecca is still involved in BSAA activities (leak from new REV3) if you consider Vendetta canon, she maybe the one that used Jill’s sample of blood to create the virus soldiers

-Barry maybe retired 

-I don’t think Leon will be in this game, but he will get his RE4 Rmk 

- I do believe RE9 will be release after Code veronica rmk and MAYBE they will do a game about Umbrella’s Fall (Chris and Jill in Europe against Red Queen and BOWs) 

But that is it, you can see a lot of elements from old RE games in RE8, they tried to do something really smart and the game felt amazing to play, that was something else and it’s been a while since a player a RE game that made me feel that way <3