#also getting a good ref for these hands was so hard my fingers do Not do that lmao

[10sokii]

OOH MY GOOD, requeste 🥺

I always wanted to see SasuKarin as a fem version.

Since I loved your fem version of Sasuke, this would be a treasure 😍😍

[otomiyaa]

Small Spoon

Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

A/N: Stupid spontaneous plotless fics where Aventurine is getting himself into situations. My new genre. (ref)

Summary: No plot, just cuddles and tickles... (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.2K

It was truly a waste. Aventurine stared at the large surface of Dr. Ratio's back. He was huge. He had long arms. Yet all the times they slept together, he would be like this. Aventurine sighed. It felt as if he was sleeping next to a rock.

"Ratio~" Aventurine whined. He grabbed Ratio's shoulder and shook him.

"Hrrrmh," was the grumbly sound he got in return.

"Turn around for once, won't you?" Aventurine asked, pouting.

"Don't want to. Go to sleep." Ugh, so cold.

"You're always like this. Just cuddle me for once. I'll be the small spoon. I've always wanted to be the small spoon," Aventurine said, still shaking Ratio's shoulder. If he was annoying enough, he surely would give in at some point.

Even though they were not really officially a couple, he thought Dr. Ratio owed him some cuddles. He had no trouble kissing him, or making love to him. He had that amount of passion inside him, so a cuddle was the least Aventurine could ask for, right?

"Ratiooooo~" Aventurine put both his hands on Ratio's shoulder and he shook him, whining like a small child.

"Just be the big spoon for once?" he sang.

"Please? Pretty, pretty please? You're no fun at all. Why always sleep with your back towards me? Let's spoon, just once. Only this time then?"

And yes, he really was getting on Ratio's nerves, and so... it was working!

"I really can't stand you," Ratio growled as he turned around, and he forcefully turned Aventurine over as well, getting him in the position of a small spoon, and he wrapped his arms around him.

"Now happy?" Aventurine heard Ratio ask, and he giggled. He sounded so annoyed, but hey, they were cuddling right now.

It was exactly as he expected. Those long arms were very fitting to hold him. It felt good, sexy, safe... He nodded, grinning.

"I'm happy. Good night."

It really did feel comfortable to cuddle. Ratio's strong arms were wrapped around him quite tightly, but not too tight. It felt warm and comfortable. See? It wasn't so hard. Even someone like Dr. Ratio could be a proper cuddler. Satisfied with himself, Aventurine closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

However, the moment he drifted off... He twitched when he felt a sudden tickle on his stomach. He opened one eye and waited. What was that? Maybe Ratio did that by accident. But soon when he closed his eyes again, he felt another tickle, and he gasped.

"Ratio?" he asked quietly. No answer. Maybe he was asleep and his fingers were just, well yeah, moving around in his sleep?

"Rahahatio?" Aventurine started to second-guess that possibility when those fingers began to dance around more quickly, all over his belly and sides. He couldn't hold back the giggles now and began to dance in Ratio's grip.

"Rahahatio y-you're tihihickling mehehe," he giggled. He squirmed and struggled, but he was caught... like a small spoon in a trap, and Ratio wasn't saying a thing.

When the ticklish touches became fiercer, Aventurine let out more of his voice. It was impossible that Ratio was asleep through all this, and even more impossible that these tickles were a mere accident. That little bitch.

"RAha-Ratio! Thihis isn't fuhuhunny!" Aventurine really tried to move but couldn't. He shook his head but couldn't even turn around to see the expression on Ratio's face. What the hell was he thinking!

"Stohohop this instahahant! I cahahan't sleep- l-like thihihis!"

Aventurine's arms could do little to protect himself. He really tried, but in this position it was just too hard to fight back, and when Ratio's fingers lowered and dug into his lower abdomen, Aventurine lost some of his dignity with the uncharming squeaks he set loose.

"Gwwwahahahah! Nohohoho- come ohohon! That tihihickles! Ratiahahaah!" He kicked and struggled, but it seemed that his request to be the small spoon was still being fulfilled, and he really started to get the impression that this was Ratio's revenge for bothering him with such a troublesome request.

Really, was that it? Ugh, so typical of him to make Aventurine regret this!

"AHAh-Ahahalright! Alriiight! You cahahan lehehet me go nohohow! I won't behehe the smahahall spoo-ahahaha!" Aventurine cackled, but still no word came from his attacker. Just those annoying fingers touching Aventurine in his most sensitive places and nothing he could do about it, and it was as if he was never going to stop.

"I sahahaid lehehet me gohoho ahaahahah!" he cried, and he jumped in Ratio's arms when those attacking fingers had started to pinch and squeeze his hips and lower sides. It was a murderous tickle hug, and no matter how much he struggled and fought, Dr. Ratio really had an iron grip on him.

"Naahaha no mohohore! Not thehehere! Not-whaahah!" Those fingers were now carefully scratching at his ribs. Over them, in between them. So ticklish it made him shake and twitch as if he was being electrocuted. And still, there was no way for him to escape.

Aventurine was just busy wondering how much more he could take, and whether Ratio would be reasonable if he try to make up a convincing excuse, such as almost wetting his pants, when all of a sudden the tickling stopped.

"Eh.... Ratio? Doctor?" Aventurine asked. He breathed heavily and tried to squirm around, but Ratio's arms were still wrapped around him, refusing to let him move. Aventurine grabbed Ratio's arms again and tried to pull them off him in another attempt to free himself from the iron cuddle.

"You may eh- you may let go now," Aventurine said tiredly, but Ratio still wouldn't budge. Aventurine was so busy trying to pull those arms off him, that it took him really by surprise when Ratio's hands turned back into claws and tickled him once again, making him screech.

"RATIOOOOO AHahaha!" Aventurine laughed angrily. Thist was just insane! And at last, finally, Ratio said something, but it wasn't a pleasing thing to hear. He leaned in and said in his ear:

"Have fun being the small spoon, gambler. I doubt you'll ever ask for this again."

Aventurine blinked. Such a petty doctor! "If you didn't want to do it, you could've just said nooooAHAHAhah!"

There was no way to reason with him, no way to convince him that what he was doing was just childish and silly and meaningless. So all Aventurine could do was stay in Ratio's arms and endure any tickling he had in store for him, any moment of their sleepless night.

And still.... When considering the options: ice queen Ratio, sleeping with his long back towards him and not even acknowledging him even when they shared a bed, or... tickle monster Ratio, keeping Aventurine prisoner in his embrace and tickling the hell out of him while he couldn't move?

Strange enough, it was still the tickle monster option Aventurine would prefer over the ice queen. Now, if he could discover a nice in-between option, cuddler Ratio without the tickle monster part. Then he would find gold. But not for now. For now, this was his lovely prize... So be it!

[bonefall]

Hi! How would you draw a tool-evolved cat paw?

Aeons ago I wrote some speculative biology thoughts on what a tool-focused cat would begin to look like, and mentioned the way that a caw's paw might evolve. I can try to draw it out as a sketch; but fair warning that I put my art style points into cartoony anime stuff SO you're not gonna get a realistic drawing lmao

Evolution doesn't "think." It's many changes over generations that snowball into bigger ones. So I tried to look at WHAT exactly is happening between an animal with less sophisticated tool use (chimp) and one that COMPLETELY relies on tools (human) to predict where the cat's paw would end up in a few thousand generations.

Please note! My paw would still be a "link" between the ancestor, and something even more reliant on tool use. This proposed species would still be 100% capable of doing what the cats in-canon do, like hunt alone. It's for a feline species that is tool-ADAPTED, not tool-RELIANT.

(In that way, it's more comparable to, say, a lemur and a chimp. But lemur palm refs were hard to find and I did this quick because I've already thought about it.)

This paw would exist in-tandem with a "tool tooth;" A V-shaped gap in the jawline that a single fang would nestle into. Early tool-using felines would likely use their mouth to "break" or "shear" their crafts, leading to broken teeth that would make them less successful. So there would be a lot of evolutionary pressure to have better, stronger teeth.

Evolution doesn't do "one thing at a time," so if you happened to port yourself into a group of these cats and watch them craft stuff, you'd see them using their mouths as well as their paws!

Finger Size + Tool Claw

When you see real cats batting stuff around and manipulating things, and when you look at canon where they like to "hook things on a claw," it's usually the index "finger" they favor. In fact, they do a LOT of "poking," even when a cat bats at something they seem to mostly explore with the tip of their paw.

So I figure that would actually be a big difference between this species and humans.

Unlike us, who usually have our middle finger as the longest (though there are exceptions) so we can "stabilize" the things we grab, I'd give these guys a "Tool Claw" which is not involved in grappling at all. It's longer, more deeply grooved, but also more fragile than the "hunting" claws.

When at rest, the Tool Claw would stick out from the rest of the foot, straight upwards. The fur is able to "sheathe" the other three, but the index's would be too long to be fully hidden.

Because one of those fingers is now mostly taken out of combat, the pinkie would probably thicken up to compensate. Another difference from the human hand. I can imagine that if the trend continues, they might end up supporting their full frontal weight on the pinkie pad to free up the other fingers for tool use.

(But evolution's not always predictable! They might end up becoming more "back heavy" like raccoons, or rely on the invention of shoe/gloves, or just abandon silent hunting all together to become tool-reliant.)

Paw Pad Changes

Cats use the pads on their paws to move silently. As long as the species is relying on silently stalking prey, they will need to have these pads in contact with the ground to be good hunters.

So instead of the digital pads sliding down to create the "top" of the palm, I figured the metacarpal pad would split in two. So now there's a snug, dipped "shape" with which they could nestle an object into as they work with it, but also there is ALWAYS still pad in contact with the ground.

The amount of fur in-between the bottom (metacarpal) and top (supercarpal) pads probably just depends on culture and genetics. It wouldn't really have enough of an impact on the paw to be selected for to be furry or hairless.

I can imagine some groups being weird about it and thinking it should be shaved or braided or something, lmao. Or cats who live in muddy environments clipping it for hygiene reasons.

[harknessxo]

Revenge

Paring: Rhea Ripley x fem!reader (established), Charlotte Flair x fem!reader (eventual)

Summary: You lost your NXT Championship to Lyra while Rhea was gone and she was not happy. When you didn’t succeed at getting it back she and the rest of TJD left you. You found comfort in someone else who also helped get your revenge.

Warnings; ansgt, light choking, smut

Word Count: 5.3k

A/n: The reader is technically Dominik and her father is Carlito but it’s not mentioned.

“1…2…3! Here’s your winner! And new NXT women’s champion, Lyra Valkyria!” You dragged yourself out of the ring to sit against the steel steps, hugging your knee. You panted through your gritted in pain. You had just lost your title to Lyra. You fought as hard as you could but you still lost.

Fuck.

Rhea was not going to be happy when she came back. What were you going to do? Now she’s going to think you couldn’t handle business on your own. You slowly got up and limped backstage. The ref tried to help you but you just pushed her away saying you could walk on your own.

Once you were backstage you went straight to your locker room. You sat in front of your dresser, looking at yourself before slamming your fists on it out of anger. Why didn’t you kick out? You took a deep breath before you started taking off your makeup and tried to relax. Maybe she would take it easy on you. At that moment your phone’s screen lit up with a message notification from Damian:

‘You did good out there. Don’t stress too much about it, alight?’

You smiled before replying and heading out to your hotel.

Monday Night Raw

“JUDGMENT DAY COME OUT HERE! WE NEED TO TALK!”

You took a deep breath and hid your hands in your pocket so no one would notice how badly they were shaking. Only you and Damian walked out since Finn was out, injured from the brawl that happened last Monday. Slowly, you made your way into the ring, Damian looking more confident than you did. You took off Rhea’s belt from around your waist and gave it to her, your hands still shaking.

“Now we all know the judgment day has no leader, correct?” she began, “But each of us has our own responsibility,” she looked directly at you, “So, what happens? Mami gets taken out for two weeks by Nia Jax and all of a sudden everything starts falling apart. Because mami is the one who makes the game plans but when I left I gave someone else that responsibility and they disappointed me.”

You lowered your head thinking she was referring to you until she said Damian’s name and turned in his direction.

“I go, and you can’t handle the job,” she continues, “After the brawl last week, Finn is out injured. You can't even compete tonight against Jey because you are not medically cleared. And what else happens Priest? Y/n lost her NXT women’s title to Lyra because you weren’t out there to help as I told you to.” At that, you lifted your head and looked at him. He was supposed to be there to help and chose not to?

“And now we have a Cody and Jey problem, you wanna know why? Because they don’t fear us, Priest. They can see the tension. They don’t see us as a threat. And because of that, they are going to try and take the tag team titles from you and Finn. And what are you gonna do about it, huh? You can’t do anything.” You could feel the tension between them from where you were standing.

“With all due respect Rhea,” it was Damian’s turn to speak, “You’re not saying anything I don't already know. I know that Cody and Jey are coming for the titles, but when push comes to shove…I’ll push harder. You know, the way I see it, I have my titles. I have my contract. I don’t want to point fingers or start anything but…Mami, where’s Y/n’s title?”

He looked directly at you with no remorse. You looked back at him with a hurt look on your face. Why would he do this to you? He’s supposed to be your family. Rhea turned to look at you. Her gaze filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. You couldn't hold eye contact for long and lowered your head once again.

“Y/n, I’m your Mami, right? What does that make you? That makes you my babygirl. So tomorrow night, at NXT, you have a rematch against Lyra Valkyria. You’re welcome,” she lifted your face with her finger, “But if you don’t come home to me with that championship…then don’t bother coming home.”

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. Your eyes watered but you were able to keep the tears at bay. You gulped and simply nodded at her statement. You all then got out the ring and walked backstage. When you did Rhea left to handle other things and you turned towards Damian.

“Why would you do that?” You asked.

“Do what?”

“Throw me under the bus! We are supposed to be family!”

“Listen, you were the one who lost their title, not me.”

“Only because you weren’t there to help.”

“I shouldn’t have to help you Y/n. And if I do have to help you, then maybe you shouldn’t be champion.”

“What about all the hits I took for you and Finn to help you win those titles?” you questioned while pointing at the belts around his waist.

“...” he said nothing and walked off. You roughly ran your hand through your hair before storming into the judgment day’s locker room. You slammed the door behind you, the anger and frustration boiling inside you. You took deep breaths, trying to calm down when someone walked in. JD McDonagh.

“Wow, are you okay?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it, now what do you want?”

“Okay um, I was looking for Rhea and Damian.”

“I-”

Right when you were about to speak, both Rhea and Damian came in arguing but once they saw you and JD they stopped.

“¿Qué hace este tipo aquí?” Damian asked with anger in his voice.

“Damian, calm down, I asked him to be here,” Rhea looked at JD, “Tell him your plan.”

“Alright, we know Kevin doesn’t like or trust Jey. How do you think he’ll react to him and Cody going for the Tag Titles that he and Sami couldn’t get back? We need to play mind games here. If we make them stop trusting each other then we’ll have a soft spot to go for. We divide and then we conquer.”

“What do you think Damian,” Rhea looked at him.

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” He walked out once again.

“Y/n, Lyra is having a backstage interview, you know what to do.” She gave you a cold look and you just gave a firm nod and walked out, she followed suit. You eventually found Lyra and called her name.

“Lyra! If I were you, I wouldn’t get too comfortable with that belt because come tomorrow, I’m taking back what is rightfully mine.” You snarled.

“And she’s not going alone,” Rhea said, doing the little wave she always does.

“Yeah? We’ll see about that. See you tomorrow.” That was all Lyra said before she left. You were going to make your way back to the locker room until Rhea grabbed you by the neck and slammed you against the wall.

“You better win tomorrow, understand?”

“Sí mami,” you gasped out. She let go of you and walked off and you followed a few seconds after catching your breath.

NXT

You were moments away to walk out for your match against Lyra at the main event. The crowd roared with anticipation as you took a deep breath and adjusted your gear, mentally preparing for the match ahead. You needed to win.

“Are you ready, Mami?”

“Yes, let’s go.” She followed you out. Your music started blaring as well as the boos and the cheers for you. You looked at Rhea, she raised her eyebrow, and you gave her a firm nod. You stared down Lyra as you slid into the ring and she did the same.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall, is for the NXT Women’s Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, she is Y/n L/n!” you raised your arms, taking in the cheers and the boos, “And her opponent, she is the NXT Women's Champion, Lyra Valkyria!” Lyra raised the belt and the whole arena burst into cheers. It made you jealous. You missed those cheers before tuning heel. She gave the belt to the ref and you opened the ropes for Rhea but before she stepped through them, she grabbed a hold of your jaw.

“Don’t disappoint me again.”

“I won’t. I promise mami.” She finally stepped out and the bell rang.

You and Lyra circled the ring before you made the first move. You went for a clothesline but she dodged it. She took the opportunity to dropkick you from behind and go for the cover but you were able to kick out. You both went into an exchange of hits until you finally took her down. You dragged her closer to the ring post, climbed to the top rope, and went for a frog splash but Lyra brought her knees to her chest and took you out.

—

The match had been going on for a while. You were getting exhausted as well as Lyra but you both kept kicking out. You were climbing to the top rope when Lyra came from behind, powerbombed you, and went for the cover.

“1...2…3! Here’s your winner! And still the NXT Women’s Champion, Lyra Valkyria!”

No.

No, no, no, no!

This can’t be happening.

You sat up and looked for Rhea and found her walking backstage, without you. You crawled to the ropes and called her name.

“Rhea! Rhea, please!” She paused for a second then turned towards the ring, only to give you a disapproving look, and finally disappeared backstage, leaving you behind. You could feel the tears beginning to form but you didn’t dare let them out.

“Maybe you should have listened to your father when he told you that the judgment day was bad news,” Lyra said from behind you. Your look of sadness soon turned into rage when you turned to look at her.

“This is all your fault.”

“This had nothing to do with m-” before she could finish the sentence you jumped on top of her and started throwing punches.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU I WOULD STILL ME CHAMPION AND RHEA WOULD STILL BE HERE!” You kept throwing punch after punch until you were finally pulled away from her by three refs. You stared at her getting up before shrugging off the ref’s hands and walked out of the arena. You didn’t bother going to the locker rooms.

When you got to your car the first thing you did was text Rhea and the rest of the judgment day. When you got no response you decided to call.

Straight to voicemail.

You sighed in defeat and decided to just drive back to your hotel and wait until the morning.

—

When you woke up in the morning you reached for Rhea’s warmth but when your hand didn’t feel her, the memories of the events that took place the night before came back.

You lost.

You lost against Lyra.

…And Rhea left you.

You quickly reached for your phone and called Rhea’s number once again.

“Please leave your message for-”

“Fuck.” You tried calling the others, even JD, but they didn’t answer either.

You felt lost. You realized how much you relied on her and without her you felt so lost. You didn’t know what to do.

Monday Night Raw

You stormed out of your locker room once you were informed that the JD was in the building. They had ghosted you all week and you were going to confront them.

“Rhea!” You yelled from the other side of that hall when you saw Rhea talking to who looked like Cora Jade. When she saw how angry you were she excused herself and left you and Rhea alone.

“What do you want?” Rhea growled.

“What do I want? You and the rest of judgment day ghosted me all week.”

“What did I tell you was gonna happen if you didn’t win the NXT Women’s Championship back? Hm?”

“Y-you can’t be serious.”

“I am very serious. You aren’t strong enough to be in judgment day anymore.”

“Not strong enough? What about all the things I’ve done for you, Damian, and Finn! That doesn’t matter anymore?”

“No.” You felt true anger when she said that. The words that came out of your mouth next were out of pure rage.

“I want a match. Against you.” She began to laugh maniacally.

“You want a match against me?” she chuckled, “You can’t even beat Lyra, what makes you think you can beat me?”

“I don’t care, I want it. Tonight.” She shook her head, looked you up and down before speaking again.

“Fine, I’ll talk to Pearce. See you in the ring babygirl,” she mocked before walking away. You hadn’t noticed but a couple tears had escaped your eyes but you quickly wiped them away.

—

“This is my brutality!” Rhea’s music blasted through the arena. She walked down the aisle while Sam introduced her.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing The Judgment Day, she is the Women’s World Champion, Rhea Ripley!”

After she got in the ring your music hit. You walked out into the arena and locked eyes with her.

“And her opponent, Y/n L/n!”

When you got in the ring you gave her a death glare and she returned it. The bell rang and you two started circling the ring before launching at each other. Out of nowhere, she picked you up and slammed you into the mat. You got up quickly and ran towards her only for her to move out the way. You turned and got all up in her face before slapping her across the face. Usually her opponent would be terrified after doing something like that but not you. You were too upset to care.

You wanted revenge.

“You think you can just slap me-”

You slapped her again.

“Yes. Yes I do-” she wrapped her hand around your neck and began to squeeze but you managed to break free, delivering a swift kick to her midsection. While she was getting up you delivered a dropkick and went for the cover.

“1…2-” she kicked out.

You took a moment to breathe before putting her in a headlock only for her to break free and head butting you. You backwards on the mat and she went for the cover but you kicked out at two. She grabbed your face harshly before she spoke.

“You think you’re at my level? Huh?” She spat out. You pushed her away and got up. You glared back at her, the fire in your eyes reflecting your determination. She only smirked in your direction running at you. You duked and tried to go after her leg but she was quicker than you and moved out the way.

While you were getting up she delivered a dropkick taking you out and going for the cover only for you to kick out at the last second. This infuriated her. She picked you up, positioned you for riptide and slammed your body full force on the mat.

“1…2…3!”

“Here’s your winner, the Women’s World Champion, Rhea Ripley!” She pushed your body away before snatching her title from the ref and lifting it up high. You started to drag yourself toward a corner of the right but before you could reach it you felt yourself being dragged back to the middle of the ring. Rhea flipped you onto your back and lifted your head up by your hair.

“You are nothing without me. Nothing,” she said with venom in her voice. You felt the tears coming out at her words.

“Rhea let her go, the match is over.” The ref yelled. She slammed your head against the mat before getting up and finally leaving the ring.

“Are you okay?” asked the ref. You just nodded before getting up and walking backstage. You headed straight to Adam’s office. You knew if you stayed on raw any longer it I’ll be a death sentence. You walked into his office without bothering to knock.

“Adam, I need to move to smackdown.”

“I think that’s the best option but you are going to have to talk to Nick before we make it official, okay?” you nodded before walking out and heading towards your locker room.

Friday Night Smackdown

You stood outside of Nick’s office. You took a deep breath before knocking. You waited a few seconds before you heard him say ‘come in’. You quickly opened the door and walked in.

“Y/n, good to see you. Adam told me you would come by.”

“It’s good to see you too.” you smiled politely.

Please, take a seat,” he said while pointing at the chair in front of his desk and you gladly took a seat.

“I’m guessing this has to do with what happened on monday?”

“Yeah, I wanted to ask if I was able to move to smackdown? We all know what would happen if I stay on raw.”

“Yeah, I think I have an idea of what would happen. Well I have good news and bad news.”

“Go on,” you sighed.

“I would love to have you here but as you know, when Jey moved to raw, a superstar from raw had to be drafted to smackdown. Therefore if you want to move here, you’re going to have to find a superstar that would be willing to switch with you. Preferably a woman,” you nodded along, “If you can find someone by the end of the night, I will have a contract ready for you next week.”

“Okay, thank you so much Nick.” You outstretched your hand.

“Thank you,” he smiled lightly and shook your hand. You smiled back and excused yourself out. You started to think of all the female superstars on smackdown who would be willing to switch with you. Bianca has her storyline with Iyo Sky, Mitchin is with the OC, Damage Ctrl is…Damage Ctrl, and…Shotzi! You could ask Shotzi. You started walking to her locker room until a voice stopped you.

“Look at what the cat dragged in. Where’s Judgment Day? Matter of fact, where’s Rhea?” You took a deep breath before turning toward them.

“Charlotte, please, I don't need this right now.”

“I told you this would happen. Everyone did. Why didn’t you take my offer when you had the chance?”

“...”

“Tell me.” she walked closer to you.

“...I wanted to believe that they actually wanted me and that they weren’t using me,” a tear fell down your cheek, “That i was enough for once…”

Flashback

“It’s okay to be scared, Rhea, having seconds thoughts about choosing me-”

“Queeny, queeny- can I call you that?” you cut Charlotte off, “You know what? Nevermind, sweetheart. I’m not gonna let you run down mami, my queen.”

“Look at you taking orders like a good little niña,” she smirked as you made your way into the ring, “Sweetie, why don’t you be a good girl and get Rhea for me, hm?” You wouldn't admit it to anyone but her comment made you blush a bit.

“I-” before you could get another word out, Rhea's music hit. You found it strange because that wasn’t the plan. You were supposed to keep talking smack to Charlotte but you guessed it was a last minute change. You noticed that Rhea looked furious making her way to the ring.

“Rhea–”

“I got it from here. Now go backstage and wait for me there.” was the only thing she said before getting in Charlotte’s face. You only looked between them hesitantly before walking out. You watched the rest of the interaction backstage. You were glad nothing bad happened, you didn’t want for things to get too out of control. You knew how long Rhea had been waiting for this moment, to finally beat her biggest enemy. You didn’t want for her to ruin it by letting her anger get the best of her. After they finished the promo they were brought backstage separately. Rhea barged into your locker room fuming.

“What the hell was that out there?! Huh?!”

“What are you talking about, mami? I was doing what you asked–” You were cut off mid sentence by a sharp pain against your cheek.

“I told you to distract her not to whore yourself out and flirt with her!”

“I-I’m sorry mami,” you said while gripping onto your burning cheek.

“Good. I’m going to get some fresh air, we leave in ten,” and she walked out. You let some tears spill but you quickly wiped them away. You brought upon yourself. You shouldn’t have flirted with Charlotte. You looked in the mirror and made sure there was no bruise on your face before walking outside to Rhea’s car.

“Y/n,” You heard your name being called from behind you. You turned only to come face-to-face with Charlotte once again, “Where are you going so fast?” she asked with a smug look on her face. You started to panic a bit. You didn’t want to risk being seen with her and for someone to tell Rhea.

“Charlotte, I can't be seen with you so please, just leave me alone.” She took notice of your redden cheek and her expression changed to a look of concern.

“Did she do that?” she tried to touch your cheek but you quickly stopped her.

“That’s none of your business.”

“You know it will only get worse, right? She's gonna get tired of you as well as the rest of Judgment Day and they’re gonna leave you hanging.”

“No, they won’t.” Charlotte sighed.

“Why don’t you join me? Hm? I’ll give you everything you want and more. I would treat you so much better than she ever will.” You only looked at her, contemplating her offer but out of the corner of your eye you saw Cathy talking to someone. If she saw you talking to Charlotte, she would definitely tell Rhea.

“I-I’ve gotta go,” and you walked off.

End of Flashback

Charlotte's expression softened slightly as she listened to you, and she hesitated before speaking.

“You were and still are enough, okay? You don’t need Rhea or the Judgment Day to tell you that. C’mere, sweetheart.” She opened her arms. You looked at her for a second before letting yourself get enveloped in her arms. It felt nice to be comforted and not scolded for once. After a few seconds, you pulled away.

“I’m guessing you were talking to Nick about switching brands?” she asked to which you nodded, “What did he say?”

“He said he would love to have me here but that I need to find someone who would be willing to switch with me because of the draft.”

“Hmm, did you have someone in mind?”

“I was heading towards Shotzi’s locker room since she’s the only person I could think of.”

“I’ll go with you, I’m sure she’ll agree.” She smiled at you sweetly before taking a kind of your hand and leading you to Shotzi’s room. You knocked on her door and a few seconds later she opened the door. She smiled At Charlotte but that quickly faded when she saw you.

“What’s is she doing here?”

“Shotzi, please, just hear her out-”

“No! You know what her and the rest of the Judgment Day did to me so I don’t care about whatever you have to say.”

“I’m so sorry about what I did-” you tried to reason with her but she slammed the door in your face. This was your last chance and now it is over. You fell on your knees and a pained sob escaped your lips.

“My father was right. I should have stayed in his shadow-”

“Hey, hey don’t say that,” she knelt down next to you and wrapped her arms around you, “You are much more than just your father’s shadow. Look at what you accomplished. You became the NXT Women’s Champion.”

“I lost it to Lyra-”

“Only after you gave her a hell of a fight.” You leaned your head against her chest.

“Thank you, Charlotte.”

“You don’t have to thank me, alright? Come on. I have a plan.”

It’s been over a month since you were kicked out of Judgment Day. Since Shotzi didn’t switch with you, Charlotte suggested you take a break from all the chaos. She made a deal with you. If you helped her, she would help you get your revenge. In the month you were out she trained you. You learned new moves and techniques and you were thankful for her. She was the only person to pick you up after Rhea let you down.

Tonight was Crown Jewel. Charlotte had challenged Rhea for her title to which she accepted. In her words she would ‘show who the new queen is’. This was all part of the plan.

You were now helping Charlotte get ready for her match. She was wearing purple gear. You helped her zip up her top before she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

“You look stunning.” You whispered.

“Thank you, princess. You look beautiful as well.” Your cheeks burned at the compliment. She turned towards you and cupped your face.

“You remember the plan right?” You nodded in response.

“Good. This is going to be our night.” She was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“You’re up in 5.” Someone called from outside the door.

“It’s showtime.” You helped her put on her robe before walking out towards gorilla.

—

The match had taken many turns. Both Charlotte and Rhea giving it their everything. At this point the superstars were exhausted but neither gave up. Charlotte had just thrown Rhea out of the ring and was now distracting the ref by acting injured.

This was it.

You put your hood on and ran out through the crowd. You jumped over the barricade and delivered a big boot to Rhea as she was getting up. The crowd went crazy. Carefully not to get noticed by the ref you dragged her body to the announce table. You cleared it before turning towards Rhea and grabbing a hold of her face.

“I am more than I would have ever been with you.” You picked up her body and riptide her through the table before throwing her back in the ring. Charlotte got up on the rope and did a moonsault and went for the cover.

“1…2…3!”

“Here’s your winner! And the new Women’s World Champion, Charlotte Flair!” You slid into the ring and jumped on her out of joy. She caught you while raising the belt in the air with her other arm. You got off of her and that’s when you finally took your hood off to reveal yourself to the arena. The crowd went wild with cheers. You looked at Charlotte with a big smile on your face before kissing her. She placed an arm around your waist and the other around your head to deepen the kiss.

“How dare you!” Rhea yelled from behind you. You turned and knelt down to her.

“How dare I? You brought this upon yourself. You treated me like garbage and threw me out the moment I was no use to you. Lucky for me, Charlotte was there to pick me right up.” You turned towards Charlotte once again and gave her one last kiss before the two of you walked backstage.

—

You and Charlotte stumbled into her locker room. She kept kissing you all the way inside until you both fell on the couch. You started giggling and soon she was as well.

“We did it, baby. And soon you’re going to take that title from Iyo.”

“You think I can do it?”

“I know you will.” She leaned in to peck your lips before kissing down your jaw to your neck. Soon she found your sweet spot and started licking and sucking.

“Hmm, Charlotte-” you moaned.

“That’s not my name, sweetheart,” she whispered.

“…mommy.”

“That’s right, good girl.” She continued going down your neck to your collarbone then to the top of your breast. Her hands reached to your back where the clip of your top was.

“Can I take this off, baby?” You nodded in response. She leaned in to kiss you while slowly taking off your top. She threw it somewhere in the room before she started groping your breast. You moaned against her lips as you arched your back.

“Please mommy-”

“What is it, baby? What do you want?”

“M-more.”

“More what? You gotta tell me what you want or I’ll stop,” you whined and tried to hide your face but she didn’t let you, “Come on princess, you can do it.”

“…fuck me, please, mommy.”

“That’s my girl.” She moved down your body and started taking off your shorts along with your underwear. She placed one of your legs over her shoulder and started to kiss her way down to your dripping core. Right when she got to your pussy she stopped once again. You looked down at her and finally she licked down your pussy. You tossed your head back in pleasure. Your moans and pants being the only sound in the room.

“Mommy-” you tried to grind your hips against her face but she pushed them back down. Soon her fingers joined the fun. Her mouth focused on your clit while two of her fingers thrusted into your dripping core. Your hand moved down to grip onto her hair while the other moved towards your mouth to try and keep your moans at bay. When Charlotte noticed, she took her free hand and held on to yours.

“Let those pretty sounds out for me, baby. Don’t hold back.”

“But- fuck…what if someone hears?” You stuttered out.

“Let them.”

“Hmph-” your grip on her hair got stronger as you felt yourself get to the edge, “M-mommy…Im close-”

“I know, baby, I know. Let go for me,” she cooed. Your legs began to shake around her head and your grip on her hand tightened.You went over the edge with a loud moan, arching your back in the process. You rode out your high and soon your body went limp. You closed your eyes, taking a moment to breath until you felt Charlotte pepper kisses all over your face making you giggle.

“Can you look at me, princess?” she asked while gently cupping your face. You blinked your eyes open and looked into her icy blue eyes.

“I am so proud of you, Y/n.” Those words brought tears into your eyes. No one had ever said that to you, not even your dad. You tried to look away but she didn’t let you, “Hey, don't hide from me. You're allowed to cry.”

“I just- no one’s ever been proud of me-”

“Well I am. And I will forever be so proud of you,” she leaned in as you kissed your lips. You put your arms around her neck to deepen the kiss. The kiss was sweet and slow, not like any kiss you’ve had before. Eventually you pulled away and she rested her forehead against yours.

“How about we shower and head home to celebrate.”

“I thought we were already celebrating?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I'm not even halfway done with you.”

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#20 and running their fingers through your hair with jack hughes x reader please

not a fighter - jack hughes

heyy anon! thanks for the request!

sorry for not posting in a while, i have had a very busy week

prompts: constant physical touch to reassure each other and running their fingers through their/your hair

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jack had never been a fighter. his brothers were the opposite though. luke and quinn had been apart of their fair share of scrums, but jack had only ever fought in a joking manner.

ever since jack had chipped his tooth off, some might say he had become a bit of a goon. he had been getting a bit more aggressive and short tempered. this game, had been no different.

sebastian aho, a popular center for the carolina hurricanes, had been picking on jack the whole game. he kept giving jack cheap slashes and cross checks that the refs continued miss. jack was on his last straw. he was visibly getting frustrated.

about halfway in the second period, you saw jack and aho getting very aggressive towards each other. this was normal for jack, but he never took it farther that some pushing and shoving.

what caught you off guard, was the pair not only pushing, but also throwing punches towards each others faces. you immediately stood from your seat. you knew jack would be okay, but you were still worried as it was his first nhl fight.

the other wags calmed you down and reassured you that he would be alright. they offered to take you down to meet him after the game, but you politely declined, wanting them to spend their time with their significant others.

walking through the tunnel, you felt a wave of different emotions hit. was jack going to be okay? is he upset that he fought? is he proud that he fought? you thought about all the possible outcomes.

waiting for media to be done, you saw jack walk out of the dressing room and towards you. he didn’t look too fazed, which surprised you. when he got to you though, that all changed. he immediately hugged you almost as if he let go you would disappear.

“jack, what’s wrong baby?” you quietly asked him, trying not to draw attention to yourselves. “i shouldn’t have fought. i didn’t even do any good. luke has done better and he’s so much younger than me” he sadly stated.

jack always was hard on himself. if he felt that he hadn’t done something right, he would overwork himself and practice so much until he got it perfect, so he took this fight very seriously.

before you spoke, you took one of his hands in your own, and the other was placed in his hair. this calmed him, which he desperately needed at the moment.“jack look at me.” you strictly said, to which he met your gaze. “you did just fine, and i promise, you are not a bad fighter. you had every right to fight him because he kept picking on you and getting nasty hits on you. this was your first fight, so it’s not going to be the best. it doesn’t matter how well luke does, and i know for sure, that he is also proud of you” you comforted him.

he often needed reassurance in moments like these, which you happily provided. you had many tactics that worked to help calm him down, or cheer up his spirits.

jack responded with a quick “i love you” and then kissed you deeply. you accepted the kiss. it was passionate and filled with love. when you both pulled apart, you took his hand and walked out of the arena.

after many reassuring speeches, jack had left the fight on the ice. he stopped bringing it up. you helped him realize that many players go through the same thing that he did, and that he had nothing at all to worry about.

though you were worried, you knew jack would pull through. he always did after all.

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Some semi-refs for my BTD/horrorporn OCs! They got a bit of a revamp and redesign.

Top left: Sammy Lovejoy (29, they/them) A stereotypical surface level activist except gone horribly wrong. Sammy stalks down, kidnaps, and kills bigots that they find online, and they stream it to get monetary compensation for their "hard work making the world better." Sammy's activism is incredibly performative and shallow, and they are not in any way an actual good person that cares for those around them. They are a sadist who uses the veil of activism to enact skewed 'justice' that really helps no one in the end. They are very tech savvy, and they program a completely new website for every stream, which has helped them avoid capture so far. The inaccessibility of their work is a saving grace against the cops. Sammy is deaf and uses hearing aids.

Top right: Riley (25, he/she/they) A Strade MC who has the disorder CIPA, which causes them to be unable to feel pain. Strade was immediately fascinated by this and injured them very heavily the first three days she was there. Strade cut off two fingers on each of his hands, as well as causing a huge amount of blood loss that Riley was unaware of and therefore unable to alert him to. Strade did begin noticing the symptoms, and was slightly terrified at the idea of losing such a fun toy. Riley was brought upstairs to live with him and Ren through their recovery, but it ended up being permanent. Riley and Ren get along very well, and their eye patch was a gift from Ren that he sewed together himself.

Bottom left: Rhett (30, he/him) A coyote beastkin and Strade & Fox MC. Strade kidnapped this sad little guy very easily, in fact Rhett just went home with him, thinking it might be a one night stand kind of thing, only to be knocked out inside the door. Strade loved his screaming and cries, what can I say, he has a thing for canidae. Rhett was kept, owned. Strade loved to pit Ren and Rhett against each other and have them fight half to the death for his entertainment. Rhett lived with Strade and Ren all the way up to Strade's death. He was there to watch Ren spiral about the hurt and trauma of it, but was too weak-willed to change his inevitable course of becoming Fox. Ren grew a slight hatred for Rhett, blaming him for Strade being gone and for all the bad he has ever been hit by, loathing him for listening to Strade's orders and beating him within an inch of his life nearly daily. Rhett was the one to be beat up now, being tortured or otherwise fucked with through the entire day every day. And when Fox had traumatized him to the point he was no longer fun, he sold him just like any other pet.

Bottom right: Leigh/Le-le (nonhuman so age not applicable but an adult of her species, she/her) Leigh is a merrow, and her species is capable of taking on a human-like form and breathing on land for a good amount of time. They do need to go back to the water eventually in between sessions of using the ability. Merrow are also capable of human speech, but it can come across as very child-like, slurred, and stilted. More of a mimicry of speech than actual talking. Leigh is kind of a spoiled brat, she is very conventionally attractive to her species and therefore was handed most everything she wanted in life with no effort. Leigh loves being on land, and she love doing risky, ridiculous things. Obviously she had no money so she would steal anything she wanted, or flirt with men until they bought her things. She flirted with the wrong man one day, at the seediest bar she had ever been to. What a great excitement to be threatened to be fucked right there on the table! She was taken with Vincent instantly, so obviously went home with him. Vincent was very shocked to see a nonhuman just like him, and at first was responding very positively and treating her very well. Then she saw the skull in his closet. Vincent took her to the bunker and she was tortured on and off for days. Bizarrely it just made her fall for him even more. What an experience, she has never felt pain like this, it's so delightful, it's so exciting! Needless to say, she joined Farz and Vincent in a polycule, and has been living with them willingly ever since. They installed a salt water pool in the backyard just for her, of course, their spoiled little girlfriend.

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vb tips for beginners ? 🙏🏽🙏🏽

what helped me through the years that i’ve played volleyball is that volleyball is a game of serving and passing. if you cant serve or pass, you cant really do anything.

so those are the top two things to work on, i can’t really give good tips at serving but always toss the ball in front your opposite shoulder and contact it right at its peak (for overhand)

for passing; always always alwayssss keep your platform straight, like a table. playing defense can look hard especially if you’re playing against a team with hard serves and strong hits but the less you move the better. just let the ball bounce off of your platform without swinging and you’ll be good!!!!

my sister plays D1 and she told me something about serving and it was “left is right, right is wrong” so that means serving in those left positions and left seams is always good, if you can serve short then the setter will have to take the first ball which would make them go oos (out of system) and most teams arent very good at oos if they dont have an accurate libero or strong pins (the outsides and opposites)

ok now on to hitting!!! my main job as a middle is to hit since middles dont play back row as often as pins and setters would, but my NUMBER ONE TIP is to snap your wrist

as SOON as you contact the ball, snap your wrist and follow through so you dont hit the ball out. your approach is also very important (obvi) and i originally learned a 3 step approach: left, right, left but now i use a 4 step: right, left, right, left.

your first two steps in a 4 step approach will always be your slowest, they give you time to line up your shot and look at the opposing teams blockers for the block. literally explode on the last two steps, they’re very quick and charge your jump.

for setting, keep it light and on your fingertips, some refs may call doubles if the ball has too much spin on it after a set

blocking; making sure you’re big at the net and getting your hands over it, your fingers need to be strong and firm so the ball doesn’t roll off of them or jam your fingers (personal experience.. 😔)

and thats all!!!!!

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|Interlude| III. More Than a Game

“REF, THAT WAS A FOUL. C’MON,” I shouted from the bleachers. Papi had just attempted to go for a layup when a giant sized man child from the opposing team shoved him so hard he fell. It didn’t matter to me that he popped back up. He deserved the right call.

Looping his fingers through the belt loop on my shorts, Xavier tugged me back down so that I was sitting once more. “That was bullshit, you know that was bullshit,” I huffed, as the game continued on while the ref rolled his eyes in my direction.

“Yes, but chill, they kids,” Xavier laughed, tucking me underneath his arm. “He not sweating it, so you shouldn’t either.”

“Fine,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“The soccer mom thing looks good on you though,” he snickered, earning a small smile from me. 

“Mari isn’t able to make much because of her jobs so I try to fill in the gaps where I can. Being overbearing comes natural what can I say,” I shrugged.

“You don’t just try, you do, and it’s beautiful,” he said, placing a quick kiss to my forehead.

Beautiful.

He used the nine letter word to describe me often. From my reluctant smiles to my quirky attitudes to being Papi’s defacto second mom. He found all sides of me beautiful, inside and out. It both unnerved and amazed me at the same time to be so thoroughly seen. I still wasn’t used to it though. Tucking a braid behind my ear, I let my eyes settle on the court. He snickers softly but still threads his fingers through mine not letting me escape his affection entirely. 

We sit like that for the rest of the day because him holding my hand also makes it easier for him to pull me back down when I rise to yell at the ref some more. In the end, Papi’s Thunder Bolts win the game, 43 - 27, a blow out for their age level and we head to the pizzeria with the rest of the team to celebrate. Luci’s is crowded but in a homey way. Parents are mingling in clusters as well as the kids who fill every table. Xavier and I are tucked into a booth when Papi slides in next to me.

“Look who’s gracing us with his presence,” I joke, playfully pulling on a few curls before grabbing a napkin to clean his cheek that is covered in tomato sauce.

“Auntie please,” he groans, as I hold onto his chin.

“It’s not my fault you eat like a gremlin,” I chuckled causing him to roll his eyes. “I’m done relax.”

“Anyway, I came to say thanks Xavier. I thought Auntie was gonna get ejected from the game again,” Papi says turning his attention across the table.

Xavier barks out a laugh that pushes his dimples forward as he asks with raised brows, “Again?!”

“He’s dragging it,” I said, grabbing my cup of Sprite to take a sip.

“Am I? Or did you not call the ref at the last game a wide backed bas-

“ALRIGHT. Cállate, por favor. Just telling all my business,” I said, with a shake of my head.

“It’s true,” Papi shrugs, with little concern of my embarrassment. Xavier sends me a playful smile as I look between him and the motor mouth at my side. “But yeah that’s all. Oh and that I finished The Amazing Spiderman. Good looks for that too.”

“Ain’t no problem. What did you think about the Mysterio in the book versus the movie?” Xavier asks.

Papi’s eyes light up as he launches into an answer that leads them into an entire conversation that I can’t keep up with. I don’t mind though because Papi doesn’t have that many positive male role models that he can be himself around. While they talk, I sneak and take pictures, a few of which I send to Mari who must be on break with how fast she texts back.

Idk what they talking about but they clearly having a time 😂

Spider-Man girl.

Oh course, I should have known. Papi just had me order another comic off Amazon.

Xavier also has a few to give to him. I have to pick them up.

Tell him I said thank you! I haven’t had a chance to say yet but he’s a good one Mila. 

Yeah he is.

Tucking my phone away, I lean against the booth content, eyes drifting to the physical representations of my heart. My life wasn’t perfect, far from it actually but it no longer felt hard. I was no longer fighting to get through day to day and it felt nice. It felt weird. It felt fleeting despite my best efforts to hold on tightly to these moments. However life had taught me that good times did not last forever so I committed this to the reserves to rely on when the bad times inevitably made their return. So that I would have something to look forward to. 

[workingforitallthetime]

trying my hardest to "#FOR MY FILES" this but raven boy/shane wright and also raven boy/mason mctavish. why does he have so many canadian bulldog shaped bfs. more importantly mason/shane and that picture of them cradling the u18 trophy. the vibes between them are completely undecipherable and also logical at the same time. i want more

all very important thoughts, anon. and pondering the vibes among those three has prompted me to write a little more into the single existing scene with mason and connor and shane that i have in my top secret raven boy files, and i will give that to you below the jump. contains no explicit material regarding minors but if anybody is squeamish about minors existing in an a/b/o world this probably isn't the WIP for you.

Wright starts shuffling the pizza boxes around, consolidating the spare slices into one box and stacking up the empties.

Guenther flicks his last hand of cards toward the center of the table. “Knock off the omega bullshit, Shane.”

“Fuck off.” Wright tries to close the lid of the overfilled box, jamming it down over the rest of the pizza. “I’m an alpha.”

The room’s too quiet, like all the sound’s been absorbed into the padded partitions that section off their quadrant of the hotel’s conference center. Guenther’s mean laugh breaks the silence. “Son, your balls haven’t even dropped yet.”

“I got tested,” Shane insists, indignant as everyone else around the table laughs. “They said my levels are super high.”

“That doesn’t mean shit.”

Privately, Mason agrees with Guenther. The genetic test is maybe 70 percent accurate before you present. Not worth paying for, his dad said. Said Mason could prove himself just fine without some bullshit lab report.

“Scouts care,” Shane mutters, and no one tries to tell him he’s wrong. They’ve all heard that a doctor signing off on an alpha prediction can be enough to bump you up a team’s draft board.

“Nobody knows, though.” Zelly flicks the edges of his cards through his fingers. He probably worries about it more than most of them do. He’s the kind of small skills guy who’s probably spending his draft year trying to prove he won’t turn out to be an omega. “It’s not like any of us are going to be MacKinnon.”

It was big news when MacKinnon presented early. Showed up at the combine reeking of alpha and everybody knew what Colorado was getting at first overall. Knocked Seth Jones right out of the top slot, even though eventually he turned out to be an alpha anyway. Most first rounders do. Although the ones who don’t usually come from the U.S. program like Jones did.

Zelly looks around the table in search of agreement, but everyone’s looking at Mason. Mason keeps his hand still, fighting the nervous instinct to rub his knuckles over his beard. He wishes he’d shaved after all. But he was winning when he left Switzerland, and he wants to keep winning here.

“You have got to be an alpha,” Guenther pronounces.

“Seriously,” Stanks agrees with him. Guys are nodding.

Two seats down from Mason, Connor isn’t. His face is impassive as always, hard to read. But he’s got an awkward set to his jaw with his lip curled back a little, same as he did on the bus from the airport when nobody wanted to talk to him. Mason’s starting to figure out how to read him. Or at least he can tell Connor fucking hates any topic that might remind somebody he’s fifteen years old.

“What do you care?” Mason leans back in his chair. “You lining up to suck my alpha dick?”

Guenther’s voice is loud over the laughter. “Wright might be.”

“Fuck off,” Shane snaps. It must be hard for the little robot to deal with something he can’t control. No matter how hard Shane tries to work hard and do the right thing and ace the genetic test, he can’t predict how he’s going to present. Mason’s never seen him get even the least bit rattled before. Usually Shane’s the guy you want talking to the refs. He’s a good captain. Nice to everyone, no special treatment for the guys he likes. You can’t even tell who he likes. Maybe he actually hates all of them.

“Okay, stack ‘em up.” Mason shoves his chair back from the table and slots his poker chips into the cardboard box without bothering to sort them. “I’m going to bed.”

Chips click together and someone gathers up the stray cards and shuffles the deck to put away. Guenther and Stanks start arguing about the pot for tomorrow night’s game. Mason picks up his water bottle and falls into step with Connor on the way to the elevator.

The awkward conversation lingers around them like a bad smell. Mason can’t think how to change the subject. Connor’s quiet next to him. He hits the elevator button with the base of his water bottle. The doors open and the up arrow chimes almost immediately.

They’re the only ones in the car. Connor leans back in one corner and lifts his feet off the floor, boosting himself up with his hands on the railing that runs around the edge of the elevator. “Can I ask���” One of his slides threatens to fall off his foot and he points his toes upward to catch it. He lowers his feet back to the floor. “Never mind.”

“No, what.” Mason’s pretty sure he knows what’s coming. He looks up at the floors ticking off on the panel. 

“You don’t have to tell me.” The elevator starts to slow.

“It’s okay.” The numbers stop at their floor. Mason slips his keycard out of his pocket and balances it on opposite corners between his thumb and forefinger 

“You didn’t say…” Just before the doors open, Connor finally spits it out. “Are you an alpha or what?”

“Shit, I don’t know.” The vestibule on their floor is empty except for a glass-topped table with a vase and a fanned-out set of magazines about things to do in Texas. The flowers in the vase might be fake. Mason can’t tell.

The ice machine rattles in its alcove as they pass. “You haven’t presented?”

“Don’t look so surprised.” Most people don’t present at eighteen. Every year there’s some group advocating to move draft eligibility back to age 20 or 21. It’s always based on some bullshit about growth curves and developmental years but everybody understands the real advantage for teams would be knowing more about what they’re getting, dynamic-wise.

“I don’t know.” Connor rolls his eyes. “You just look…” He waves his hand like Mason’s self-explanatory.

“It’s the beard, isn’t it?” Mason rubs his knuckles over it. He does like the beard.

Connor snorts. “Yeah, probably.”

“You love it.” Mason shoulders Connor into the wall next to the door of their room. “Maybe it’ll rub off on you.” He scrapes his jaw against the side of Connor’s face, feeling reckless and giddy. Connor yelps, startled, and hip-checks him out of the way. Mason stumbles sideways across the hall. He keeps getting surprised by the power stored in Connor’s short frame. He lunges back at him, jamming his chin against Connor’s cheek. “C’mon, get some beard.”

Connor shoves him away with both hands on Mason’s chest. “Dumbass,” he says, but the tense set to his jaw is gone. He might even be smiling.

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i also have small hands, am art artist, have wrist issues, and have speedrun before- and went into game dev- you seriously dont get how utterly fucked the controller situation is atm.

so for ref my hand from the wrist connection to the tip of my middle(longest) finger is 6 inches or about 15 cms..my hand being pretty equal preportions fingers to palm. My hands are fucking small and most controllers I've used are too big.

i grew up using a ps2 controller, which is a style I still prefer. It DOES make reaching the l1/l2 and r1/r2 buttons hard at times, it strains on my index/middle (as typically you'd use those or the shoulder/triggers and the thumb for face buttons). i assume my preference is partly due to my small hands, I have been able in the past to find small dualshock style controllers(i have a madcats wireless ps2 that I fucking adore, and I also partially really like the size of the hori ps4- if the shoulder buttons werent fucking AWFUL). It might be because of the size of my palms? Like thinking about it a lot of people seem to prefer the grip of an xbox controller, the different placement of the sticks makes you hold more of the controller in your hand..but i don't have more hand than most people. Tho i have little experience using a xbox controller to really make a solid conclusion.

ANOTHER thing that people forget- even in this post, which isnt surpsing lol is, Im also lefthanded. Thankfully for the most part this doesnt mean much, but during the DS/3DS era god anything not published by nintendo it was just a crapshoot whether lefties were even thought of. My ability to use a stylus with my right hand its probs worse than a kid, and soooo many games were purposely made to use it that way (and then like do whatever else with the dpad). thankfully most of the good stuff had options where you could turn the consol around or use the face buttons instead- accomidation for lefties. Actually looking at my ds now, the stylus is literally located on the right side lol.

i think i had a point somewhere but totally lost it, I just got excited at the prospect of ranting about my tiny hands and how shit its accomidated for lol. and being left handed...i never get to rant about it and still to this day get my shit rocked because of it sometimes.

“I went to school for game design! I am highly qualified to talk about any game out there!”

I bet you don’t even know how big an 8 year old’s hands are.

[aufredpratt]

Anything to Save You part 1

Ships: FredXSpike

Warnings: none in this one afaik

Summary: A "what if" fic of what if Spike had rescued Fred from Pylea instead and she joined the Scoobies. Takes place between season 5 and goes into season 6 of btvs. An expansion of a quick drabble I posted in my drabble collection (over on Ao3) but this time with alternating POVs! Not connected to my timeline just posting cus I'm proud of how it's coming along. Oh and title is a ref to a song by Sleeping Wolf. Spike parts will be in third person, Fred parts in first person.

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Spike hated Pylea, it was never fun to go to. Sure, it looked pretty and had sunlight he could walk in, but something about the local Demons and how they watched him unnerved him. Despite this he had been hiding the parts of that robot in one of the caves. Keeping it out of sight and out of mind as it were. Trouble was, he could never remember which cave. It was about the third one he looked in when a movement caught his eye. It was a young lady, a human lady at that. Her brown eyes were wide as she froze looking up at him. She couldn't have been older that early 20's but it was hard to tell based on how time worked in these places. Even so something about her captivated him.

"What the-this is no place for someone like you love." he said gently. Lowering himself to her level so she wouldn't be too afraid. He made a decision then and there, and maybe it was because the group back at home had rubbed off on him, he would help her out of here. Holding out a hand to her "Come with me I know a place where there are people who can help." he kept his voice low and as soft as he could manage.

She blinked at him and took his hand "You're savin' me?" her voice was soft as well and sounded like she hadn't used it in a while. He also couldn't ignore the Texas twang that chopped off the 'g' so much like his own accent. Carefully he supported her, noting how fragile she was and how she practically clung onto him. There was something in how she entirely relied on him that warmed him, metaphorically anyway, it was almost like having a soul again...almost.

"yeah, guess I am. Been doin' that a lot lately," He laughed "Saving people. What's your name love?"

She licked her lips nervously watching him intensely, "They call me Fred, I think that's my name. Or part of it anyway." her brown eyes held his own blue ones in a moment. He enjoyed the way they seemed to have flecks of gold in them as the two stepped into the sunlight. "What's your name?"

"Spike," he smiled at her in what was hopefully a reassuring manner "you ready to run, Fred?" he enjoyed saying her name.

She nodded and through the dirt over her face he could catch the hints of a blush. He took off to where the joining point to the two worlds were.

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(copied directly from the Drabble)

The trees blurred into blackness and suddenly we were in the middle of an open field at night. He looked up and then glanced around "Good, no one saw us." he remarked I could feel him start to release my hand but I clung on tighter. He glanced at me and nodded softly "I won't let go." smiling he made a grand sweeping gesture with his other arm "Fred I would like to welcome you to Sunnydale." He looked down at me and laughed softly.

I giggled softly in response and something seemed to light up behind his eyes.

"C'mon I  have some people I want you to meet. They'll help you get fed and bathed properly. Readjust to life on earth stuff." He laced his fingers through mine as we walked. Soon we arrived at a house that only had a few lights on inside. "Can't be that late..." He trailed off as he knocked on the door.

A young woman opened it her red hair was curled at the bottom but cut short. She sighed and crossed her arms "We were just settling down what-" she seemed to finally register me standing there "Spike whose this?"

"Willow this is Fred, I found her when doing some er...business in Pylea." he scratched the back of his neck nervously. "She needed rescuing and I couldn't just leave her in that cave."

The woman, Willow apparently, immediately softened  stepping back "oh jeeze ok yeah, lets get you something to eat first then a bath. You can use the guest room, we did have plans for that room but that can wait for a bit." She lead the way inside though I still clung to Spike using him as an emotional anchor. As I looked around my memory for what certain things were called slowly seemed to seep back in. "Forgive me if this is an insensitive question but do you remember why you were in a place like Pylea?" She asked as she dug around in the fridge.

I thought carefully for a moment as I sat at the counter "not really... I just know it was against my will."

"That's perfectly ok, memory can be a fuzzy thing." she smiled gently at me as she pushed a plate of food to me.

I tried to take my time eating, some part of me knowing that if I ate too fast it would only be worse for my stomach in the long run. Once I had finished I pushed the plate back towards her and she took it and placed it in the sink. "Alright lets go start you a bath." She stopped in the doorway when I didn't move from my chair.

"Um can Spike do it?" I asked quietly.

She looked nervous "Sweetie I don't know if you want-"

"He saved me, I trust him."

She glanced at Spike biting her lip nervously.

"I'll be respectful of her I promise." he said standing up.

Willow sighed again "Alright go ahead."

I smiled brightly at her and let Spike lead me up to where the bathroom was.

[emwritesfootball]

On The Wall | John Stones

Also you should write a piece about John coming into the pub where the reader works and hitting on her and making fun of her for having his picture on the wall and you can go from there 👀

Word Count: 1,612

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (Female receiving), fingering, drinking

A/N: an idea I pitched to @bluemoonstonesy who said I should write this myself. Enjoy x

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“We’re closed,” you say automatically when you hear the little bell at the top of the door signal that someone’s come in. You’re wiping the sticky surface of the bar down, not paying attention to anything but making sure the wooden area is spotless for tomorrow.

“Oh, sorry, I must’ve missed the sign,” a familiar voice chuckles and you look up to find none other than John Stones in your family’s pub. John freaking Stones, whose picture happens to be on the wall of your family’s Manchester City-themed pub right next to Aguero and Grealish.

“I-” You don’t know what to say at first, speechless as you just stare at him. You let out a nervous chuckle, ducking your head to hide the embarrassment that you knew was plainly spelled out across your face.

“I can leave if you’d like,” he says when you still haven’t found your words.

“N-No,” you stutter, shaking your head rapidly. “It’s fine. What are you drinking?”

“Virgin of whatever’s your favourite,” he responds, giving you a saucy grin.

“No,” you reply, falling easily into your role behind the bar. “As your bartender, I can’t let you drink a virgin anything - footballer or not.”

John places his forearms on the bar, leaning forward. “And what if I’m an alcoholic?”

“I’d think the media would have let me know,” you retort, smirking.

“You got me there,” he chuckles, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’m out of excuses, and we just won earlier today-”

“You did, and you deserve a drink, so what’ll it be?” You don’t reply, mixing up your favourite cocktail and garnishing it, setting it down in front of him. “After the way you played today, this one is on the house.” You realize you actually hadn’t flipped the sign from OPEN to CLOSED, doing so as he sips on the drink. You can feel his eyes on you, watching as you finish your checklist of things to do to close the pub down for the evening.

“So, how’d you get this job?” John asks, making idle conversation as you continue to clean.

“My family owns the place, so I didn’t get much choice,” you shrug, starting to wipe down the tables. “Doesn’t matter, though - pay’s good even if the hours are shit, but at least I get the luxury of telling my bosses to fuck off without being fired.”

“Yeah, not many people get to say that, I suppose,” John said, wincing a little as the alcohol went down.

“Could have worse jobs than dealing with drunks, honestly. I could spend my days getting yelled at by drunks who think they know more than the refs while I get paid millions of pounds to kick a ball.” You shot him a wink to let him know you were kidding, your stomach dipping when you made him laugh.

“Fair enough. At least I don’t have a framed picture of myself where I- wait, nevermind. My picture’s everywhere at the Etihad.”

You walk back behind the bar, making him another drink - two mojitos this time. “Both of those aren’t for me, are they?”

“Only one of them is, unless you don’t wanna pay for your second drink.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” John laughs, shaking his head but motioning for the drink. “Give it to me.”

You hand him one, your fingers brushing his. Your breath hitches at the contact, your eyes meeting his, and you know he’s heard the sound.

“Who’s your favourite City player?” He asks, his voice barely a whisper.

You bite down on your bottom lip, flicking your gaze down at the bar before your eyes meet his again. “If I tell you it’s you, would you think I was lying because you’re the one in front of me right now?”

“Well, now that you’ve said it: yes,” he jokes, smiling. “But you’re so beautiful and sincere that I’m inclined to believe you.”

“Calling me beautiful to try to get out of paying for that second drink?” You tease in an attempt to ignore how fast your pulse is racing and how turned on by him you are.

“Maybe,” he smirks, reaching out and touching your face. You lean into his touch, his thumb brushing across your cheek in a way that makes you yearn for him to touch you in other places. “But it’s also true.”

“You shouldn’t press your luck, Stones.”

His eyes darken. “Call me John.”

“John.” You sound out the syllable, loving the way it feels coming out of your mouth. You’ve said his name a thousand times - screamed it when he’s scored, cried it when City’s lost, casually thrown it out to your friends or anyone when you’re talking about your team - but this feels different… intimate, even.

The pads of his fingers press into the sensitive skin on your neck and you let out an involuntary whimper. John swallows hard, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. “If I kiss you right now…”

“If you kiss me right now, I’ll end up begging you to fuck me on this bar,” you say, barely recognizing the words as the leave your mouth. You’re not usually this bold, but this man makes you do things you wouldn’t normally do, the least of which is beg him to fuck you in your family’s pub.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” John growls right before latching his lips onto yours. Your stomach presses painfully into the wood as you lean across the bar, matching him kiss for kiss.

“Wait,” you gasp, breaking the kiss as you pull back so you can walk around and stand in-between his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Much better,” you smirk, leaning in to kiss him again.

“Wearing my kit, eh?” John murmurs between kisses, his hands sliding up your waist and underneath the material. “Sexy.”

The word travels out of his mouth and down your spine, your clit throbbing as it responds to his praise. He lifts his kit over your head, letting it fall to the floor. Your jeans are a little trickier and you kick off your shoes before wiggling out of them while he sheds his own shirt and joggers, toeing off his own trainers. For a moment you hate that your bra and panties don’t match, but you also weren’t expecting to get your brains fucked out by your favourite footballer tonight, so it’s definitely not going the way you’d planned.

“Let’s see how wet you are for me,” John rasps, his hand trailing up your thigh before settling between your legs, nimble fingers pushing your panties to the side to probe your slick folds. Your hands fly to his shoulders, a moan ripping from your throat as he slides a thick finger as deep as it’ll go inside your pussy, curling in to your g-spot just right when the heel of his palm grinds against your clit.

“Oh, God, John!” You cry out, a needy whimper leaving your mouth when he pulls out his finger, his eyes glued to yours as he licks his finger clean.

“You taste so good,” he praises, kissing you again so you can taste yourself off his lips.

“Please, John, just fuck me already,” you beg, reaching between the two of you to stroke his cock.

“How do you want it?” He asks, his eyes fluttering closed as you pump his shaft, your thumb brushing over the tip that’s now leaking precum. “I don’t have a condom so pullout will have to do.”

Your pussy clenches around nothing in anticipation, the thought of John fucking you raw and pulling out making you that much more turned on. “Pullout is fine - just fuck me already, John.” You pull yourself up so you’re sitting on the bar, spreading your legs so John can get the perfect view of your already-dripping pussy.

He lines his dick up with your entrance, letting out a groan as he slides the tip into you. You let him go slow so you can feel every inch of him, finally picking up the pace once he’s balls-deep inside you. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your hands bracing yourself on the wood as he thrusts into you rhythmically, his fingers leaving marks on your hips.

You’re on the verge of an orgasm when John pulls out, pumping his dick a few times before spilling his seed on your stomach and letting out a groan. Without a second thought, you’re swiping it off and sticking your index finger in your mouth, tasting him like he’d tasted you earlier, making a big show of swirling your tongue around your finger.

“Did you cum?” He asks, and for a moment you think about lying to him, but you decide not to, shaking your head. “Lean back,” he orders before kissing up your inner thigh and putting his mouth on your pussy.

Your hands immediately tangle in his hair, grabbing the curls as he licks at your core. It doesn’t take long for you to cum around his tongue, his name on your lips as your orgasm races through you and you grind your pussy on his face.

His lips are shiny with your juices when he comes up, grinning at you before pulling you in for another kiss.

“When do you close next?” He asks a few minutes later as you’re both getting dressed.

“The same day as your next match,” you reply.

“Good,” is all he says, giving you a knowing smile before vanishing out the door, leaving you all alone with your thoughts as you begin wiping down the bar again to remove all the evidence of what you’ve just done.

[sitron-artblog]

03.07.2023

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Double update! I drew a little bit yesterday. I finished up a different piece, and then I did a little bit for this one, but it felt really meh and didn't accomplish a whole lot so this is where I left off

When I woke up today, I almost immediately thought about this drawing, and I was like. 'Okay. I want this to be done now. I'm ready for this to be done,' and I figured I'd just do something rough for his hair, anything to fill the space. So that's where I started, sort of just sketching and filling it in, and Then. I finally got to defining the line of the back of his hand, and then I worked my way through defining the fingers and... God today was just such a good day with this!! I had so much fun getting started on the fabric and the sculpting of the front part of his hand, which is really nearly there now! I was just really in that flow today and I loved it. I think I worked for almost three hours (I'm not a very quick girlie), and this is where we're at now!

Sidenote, you notice lots of weird stuff when you draw that you wouldn't notice otherwise. Did you know Jeff has hair on his fingers? I mean, most people have hair on their fingers, but now I know for sure that Jeff is one of them! I didn't really think I would be drawing Jeff's finger hair, but tody I drew two strands of it. Okay. :)

I also think I was being ridiculous when I picked up this ref, looked at it and went 'hmmm, this pic doesn't make me feel feral, I don't care that much about it, I could probably do this pretty quickly. I'll just do like a sketch type thing, I won't go in too hard on the details.' Like. Hair and fabrics are literally my two favourite things to draw???? Of COURSE I would get suckered into the little details, especially when there's so many individual strands of hair as well, like... !!! Idk what I was thinking lol.

But whatever, on to more important matters: Due to it's brightness, and it being in the foreground, the hand is currently the most eye-catching thing about this picture, which is a concern of mine, BUT it is not as bad as it looks in this photo, cause my phone struggles a bit to focus sometimes. I really want the eyes to be the focal point, and I think that once I finish adding details to the hair (especially highlights), and also finish sculpting everything else to the same level of detail, the hand will no longer stand out quite as much. But I know deepening some of the shadows to really get those contrasts would be the best way to do it. However. I struggled so much with the placement of the eyes in the beginning, and I worked on them so much to get everything right, that the paper is at this point fully saturated, and depressed to the point that the structure is fully gone underneath the iris. All this to say, I don't think I will be able to darken the eyes. Luckily, the eyes are currently the darkest points of the drawing, but I need to make sure they remain that way! Which means that I cannot darken any parts of the hair beyond the points of the eyes, which might make it hard to actually portray all the details in it. I'm not despairing or anything atm, I'm just staying aware that if any problems will arise with this drawing, it's likely to stem from there. But whatever. Bridges and getting to them etc. For now I'm just enjoying this, and looking forwards to continuing with placing the rest of the hand, and after that probably placing the fabric :)

Jeff Satur

wip - june 2023

(Rambling beneath the cut 💕)

Ok so the reason I decided to make this blog now, is yesterday I was working on this drawing for like three hours screaming crying yelling etc extremely fucking frustrated because it just would. not. happen. I'd done the sketch the day before and it went like. fine, I was happy enough with it, but then I picked up a pencil to render and... 💔💔💔 For like three hours. And then. Finally. It just loosened, and started to work and now I'm so excited about ittt!! Didn't have a chance to work on it today cause I needed to clean, and my energy was gone afterwards, but hopefully I'll get back to it tomorrow. It's joining the ranks as one of three jeff satur pieces that I'm currently working on actively, and I'm really excited about all of them, and truly feel like they're all going well, so! Yay!

[fruitcoops]

Hello firstly I’d just like to say off of your recent fic angry loops is sexy loops and also if you feel up to it would you be willing to write a fic of loops loosing his temper on the ice like fully dropping his gloves and fighting I know you’ve done a couple before where he’s been defending James and the one with greyback but I think it’d be cool to see him loose his head because of what’s been done directly to him and not his team mates? Also I hope you’re taking care of yourself!

Yes, I love this prompt! It’s not a knock-down-drag-out fight, but I hope you enjoy it anyway ❤️ SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for homophobia, mentioned slur (not explicit), mild violence

They were still muttering behind him, laughing about some inside joke that was almost certainly at his expense. Just keep swimming, he thought as the refs reviewed a call.

“—not about to pussy out,” one of the guys snorted. “What, you think I can’t beat him?”

Remus ground his teeth.

Not two seconds later, something prodded the back of his shoulder. He ignored it. Not worth the penalty. A second poke nearly made him veer off course.

“Can I help you?” Remus asked as he finally turned. His annoyance bled into every word, but the two idiots only grinned. They were enforcers; big guys like Kuny, except without the kindness or intelligence in their eyes.

“How much did you have to pay to get your spot on this team?” one of them taunted, cocking an eyebrow. “Oh, sorry. How much did your boyfriend have to pay?”

“Less than your dad paid me last night,” he deadpanned. The refs would be done soon, and then he could find an excuse to drop the gloves. Deep breaths, his dad would say.

His mother would tell him to knock ‘em dead.

“Hey.” The next push was even harder; the bigger man’s voice was angry, now. Remus smiled to himself. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“Who are you, my mother?” he snorted, though he turned again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Finn nudge Talker with his elbow.

“I bet she’s real proud of you for sleeping your way to the top.”

“She is, actually.”

A gleam lit in his watery blue eyes, as if he had won something. “So you admit it?”

“What, that my mom’s proud of me and you’re an asshole? It’s not like it’s a secret.”

The shorter man—who had a good three inches on Remus but wasn’t nearly as fast—sneered. “My friend here bet me ten bucks you’d fight.”

“Ten bucks?” Remus widened his eyes. “Wow! You could buy yourself an ice cream with that! Good for you, buddy!”

Mauve colored his cheeks and tree-trunk neck as he skated right into Remus’ personal space. “I’m willing to lose that bet if it means knocking that smug look off your face,” he snarled.

Remus rolled his eyes and started heading back to his team. The review was clearly almost done. It was time to get his head off the schoolyard and into the game. “In your dreams, asshole.”

“Run along back home, you—“

The slur hung in the air like a swarm of bees. Remus stopped cold. Everyone within earshot went still.

Remus sighed, and slowly turned to face them again. “I really wish you didn’t just say that.”

A vicious glimmer crossed the shorter man’s beady eyes. “And what—“

The sickening snap of his nose beneath Remus’ knuckles and the ensuing shriek harmonized beautifully with the pulse pounding in his ears. Blood dripped through thick fingers. “Call me that again,” Remus said calmly, skating toward him despite the anger snarling inside his chest. “Do it.”

The taller man stepped in front of him. “Look, dude—“

“You wanted a fight, didn’t you?” Remus shoved him in the chest. “Ten bucks to get a rise out of the rookie? Your friend called me a slur and got exactly what he deserved for it, so either fight me like you wanted or stay the fuck out of my way.”

Talker’s hand was solid on his shoulder. “Loops—“

“What’s it gonna be?” Remus asked, making unblinking eye contact with the enforcer.

There was a pause, then a shake of the head. “You’re fuckin’ crazy, Lupin. Should’ve stayed on the bench where you belong.”

“Call me another slur and I’ll show you exactly where I belong, you second-rate coward. Now pull your head out of your ass and play the game with some dignity. Enjoy your ten bucks.”

Finn whistled lowly as he rejoined the group; Talker was still holding his shoulder, like he was afraid Remus was going to do something stupid. That was probably for the best. One of the refs raised a brow and blew his whistle. “Number six, two minutes for fighting. Number 14, five minutes for discrimination.”

“What?” The shorter enforcer spluttered around the fresh gauze in his hand. “He broke my fuckin’ nose!”

“Welcome to hockey,” the ref said drily. “Next time, read the rules about offensive language.”

“He played the gay card!”

Remus rounded on him, blood boiling. “I played the ‘get the fuck out of my face and don’t call me a slur’, you—“

“Okay,” James interrupted, skating between them with a palm on Remus’ chest. He lowered his voice, eyes softening in concern. “Two minutes is more than enough, yeah? We need you out here. You can kick his ass once you’re both out of the box.”

Remus clenched his jaw so hard his mouthguard squeaked, but he nodded and headed toward the box after a short pause. He already achieved his goal; those two minutes would be a goddamn victory lap.

Sirius’ proud smile and light shoulder check as he passed wasn’t half-bad, either.

[unicyclehippo]

this is a little bit of a normie question but as some1 who does embroidery , do you have any tips for a guy looking to start? like things you wish you knew, or resources that rlly helped you learn?

i haven't really been doing it very long & certainly not Well.

embroidery floss is six strings twisted into one thread & you can split this into three things of two, or two of three, or six individual strings again depending on how detailed you want your design to be (this took me a stupidly long time to figure out)

if you have a project you are working on do NOT put your bobbins (the thing your floss is wrapped around) away until the project is done because it can be surprisingly hard to figure out WHICH colour exactly you used. you can also keep a piece of paper with the project & write down what colours you used - each thread comes with a colour ref, which will be a number like 7581, & you can & should write the number on the bobbin so if it is running low you can buy more of the exact same shade instead of guessing

you will be surprised by how much detail it adds to have multiple shades of a colour, ie two greens instead of one for the purposes of shading or shaping whatever you are embroidering. but like with any art, dont be afraid to use weird colours & experiment with different stitches n stuff because that's good old fashioned fun

don't buy fancy fabric to start, you might not even enjoy it. buy the cheapo stuff to start, practise some stitches, & if you like it you can get better stuff & if you don't then you can just keep the stuff for the next time you need to darn a sleeve or put a button back on a shirt.

it's really hard to know all the right words for things when you start, it takes a lot of googling. if you're really interested, try befriending an old person at an embroider's guild or quilters guild in your city! ask loads of questions, be respectful & admire their work because it takes a lot of time & it's totally fucking Sick to see what people can make its just incredible. if there's anyone in your family who quilts or embroiders or does other fabric art like that, you should for sure talk to them. i mentioned off hand to my gma that i wanted to try to make a quilt & the next day she gave my mum 2kg of fabric & hexagon templates for me. totally wild.

do Not stab yourself with a needle. i wear glasses when i do it because of eye strain & because im stupid & its something i would do. if it is something You would do, consider investing in safety glasses. you can also get things for your thumbs n fingers like thimbles but i have only stabbed my thumb like three times total, its not a big deal.

have fun!

[13uswntimagines]

It Can Be Both (Emily x Alex x Kelley x Reader)

Request: Kelley,Emily,Alex, and yn now like two on each team and yn is a goal keeper just watching confused wondering what the hell everyone is on and how it’s going to end later    (You know)

Author’s Note: I’m going to be honest- this felt very much like a rebound after doing gravity. Like something to get my writing juices flowing again. it ends with a touch of sexual content so warning. hit me up if you have questions or just wanna chat. 

You knew it was going to be a rough one before you even stepped on the pitch. Hell, you knew it was gonna be bad when Alex and Kelley started betting before national team camp had even started. 

Though they were two of the most competitive people on the planet, you and Emily were not (off the pitch at least). But it was hard to stay out of it when their performance, chosen rewards, and/or punishments very much included the both of you. 

You barely even got to admire how good either of your girlfriends looked in white (you made sure Alex knew your feelings about her in that galaxy kit) before things started to get wild. 

“Come on ref!” You yelled, running a gloved hand frustratedly through your hair and shaking your head. Was Sonnett’s challenge hard, yes, but did it deserve a yellow? You didn’t think so. 

You could guess that some of Emily's aggression came from the reward  Kelley negotiated for them if the Spirit beat the Pride. At least Alex was laughing it off and standing. 

“Looks like your girls are trying to murder each other,” Ali snorted, pausing just outside the box to protect against a counter if the corner kick in the other box went south. 

“Vlatko’s probably shitting his pants,” You mumbled, wincing as Emily and Alex clashed again. God, Emily wanted to win. 

“What’s gotten into them,” Ali asked, just as your two defenders collapsed the pocket Alex was trying to slip through. 

You raised your eyebrow at the defender, your cheeks a little red (blatantly ignoring Kelley’s wink from across the field), “you really don’t want to know,” 

Ali looked between you and the three women battling it out on the field, smirking a little. Even though she had seen it more times than she could count, it was still a little strange to see your tall frame look so flustered. “Ooo, so it’s one of those games?” 

“I didn’t ask to be a part of it,” you huffed, crossing your arms indignantly. 

“So there’s not something riding on you getting a clean sheet?” It was Ali’s turn to raise her eyebrows. More red-colored your cheeks, so much so you were sure it was all the way up to your ears by now. 

It wasn’t a secret that it was a thing during the World Cup. One that you very much enjoyed, especially after you pulled off a PK save in the final to come out with a clean sheet. 

You paused, biting your lip. “Not tonight,” 

Ali laughed loudly as Alex set up for her another corner. “Ah, so it all depends on them then?” 

You shrugged. Most of the time you really hated giving up control, but Alex also promised you would like what she picked (even if you weren’t planning on participating). You also trusted Emily and Kelley to stick to your limits, no matter how stoked they were on winning (if they won). 

You sighed when Emily marked Alex just a touch too closely again. “More like Alex and Kel. Guess they got Em on board too,” 

“Did you expect them not to?” Ali asked, her voice showing that she already knew the answer. 

“No, just thought Emily would be on my side,” You grumbled, a gloved hand scratching the back of your neck. 

“Well, I’m sure you won’t enjoy whatever they have planned at all,” Ali rolled her eyes and patted your shoulder, before heading off as the Spirit tried to counter. 

“Shut up,” You huffed, backing up towards goal, your cheeks still very red. You still had 80is minutes to go before you would find out exactly what your girlfriends had planned. 

*****

You had seen a lot of bad refs, but this one was something special. She was micromanaging the field, and you were starting to get tired of it. 

“What the fuck,” You grumbled in between giving your defense direction. 

It was one thing to yell at Kelley for being a little rough (even if it was with Alex), and another to argue with her about 

“Surprised she hasn’t hit her yet,” Emily said, side-eyeing you.

“Be surprised I haven’t hit you yet,” You huffed, barely sparing your blond defender a glance. Fouling as much as she had wasn’t good form, and it wouldn’t help her case with Vlatko. 

Plus you were too busy watching the refs try to corral your most stubborn girlfriend. Her irritation was palpable and you knew if the Ref kept pushing, Kelley was probably going to respond exactly how Emily thought she would. 

“Ooo, kinky,” She laughed. 

You rolled your eyes. “Just clean it up and chill out alright? We need to be able to play to make the team,” 

She snorted, bumping you with her elbow. “Not a chance with what Al put on the line,” 

“I don’t care what she bet. Cool it so we all walk out tonight,” You growled a little more firmly, taking on the tone you used when giving orders on the pitch. The voice that always made her and Kelley listen to you when they were giving you shit for being younger. 

Instead of saluting like she normally would, a very large smirk broke across Emily’s face. “You have no idea what she chose do you?” 

You froze, finally looking towards the defender and blinking owlishly at her. 

So maybe you hadn’t considered that Alex would include you in the bet, and factor in your opinion on her chosen reward. You thought maybe you would just get to watch whatever they had decided and stay safe from whatever punishment if you lost.

Emily cackled as the ball sailed right past your state of stupor, running off to celebrate before you could even respond. 

Despite being in a relationship with them for nearly 2 years, it still caught you off guard sometimes when they included you. It took you a very long time to open up and accept their love (and their physical touch), and even though you were comfortable now, it was still a weird experience to have them care. To have them always think of you when making plans (even ones you weren’t sure you wanted to be involved in). 

You blinked again, shaking your head as though it would help you clear your thoughts. It didn’t, but a warm hand on your shoulder and an annoyed (but concerned voice) in your ear helped. 

“Hey space cadet, you ok there?” 

“Um, yeah,” You smiled tightly at Alex, allowing yourself to lean into her for just a second. It was hard to focus on the game with all the stuff running around your head. 

“Good, cause the ref just called back the kick. Get ready to go again,” She said softly, brushing a fallen strand from your eyes. “and keep your eyes on the ball this time,” She smirked, tapping your nose. 

You wrinkled it under her finger. She laughed a little. It was nice to see you so relaxed, even when you were surrounded by so many people. Maybe they would have to play these little games more often, you know if it could get you to let down your stoic exterior. “You can stare at Em later after we win. She’ll be in a much more… enjoyable position,” she wiggled her eyebrows and squeezed your shoulder. 

“Eye eye captain,” You saluted, earning another laugh. 

“You’ve been hanging out with Emily too much,” she said, with the roll of her eyes as she headed off to her position for the re-kick. 

You wouldn’t let it slip past you again. Alex was right, you would be able to enjoy your girlfriends later. 

*****

“That fucking goal should have counted and you know it,” Kelley grumbled as she slipped into the back seat with you. 

“Well it didn’t,” you mumbled, scooting over as Emily hopped into the other side, effectively trapping you between them. 

“You two cheated anyway,” Alex said from the front seat, glancing back at the three of you in the rear view mirror. You didn’t know it yet, but this was very much part of her plan. 

“We did not,” Kelley snorted, shuffling even closer to you, so your thighs were pressed together, just as Emily did the same thing on your other side. You didn’t think much of it, both defenders were always rather cuddly after a game. 

“So Em distracting y/n wasn’t part of the plan?” Alex asked, raising a signature eyebrow in the mirror (sharing a look with Kelley - one you didn’t see.) 

“And neither of you were trying to remove Alex’s ankles from her body?” You added, wigging a little as Emily’s hand landed on your thigh, just a bit too high to be a friendly touch. 

“We plead the fifth,” She said softly, very close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

You sucked in a shallow breath when Kelley’s hand joined hers on your other thigh. Her lips touched your neck and worked their way up to your ear. 

“But can I just say, your red cheeks made you look very cute tonight,” she purred, nibbling at the skin on your ear, just as Emily did the same on your other side. 

The heat returned to your cheeks, and your hands clenched on your knees. You weren’t quite sure what you were supposed to do with them. 

“I’m not cute,” You muttered, your fingers tapped uncomfortably on your legs. You didn’t like not being the one in control. 

“Just sit back and enjoy it babe,” Emily hummed, her lips working from behind your ear all the way back down your neck to nibble on your collarbone. her hand also shifted to intertwine your fingers. 

The small act helped you to relax a little, and you squeezed her fingers in thanks. 

“Yeah, we’re gonna take very good care of you,” You could feel Kelley’s smirk just behind your ear as her fingers traced a little higher. You knew you could put a stop to this if you really wanted to, but you weren’t sure that you did. 

You found Alex’s eyes in the mirror, flicking between the road and your face. 

“Thought this was your reward, not mine,” You said, your voice coming out in little pants. 

She smiled slyly at you. “Why can’t it be both?” 

Kelley’s hand squeezed your thigh, just as Emily scraped her teeth along your shoulder. “Yeah?” Kelley asked into your ear. 

“Yeah. It can be both,”