#getting tackled in the skull and then scoring a try

[kittycatra-6881]

Jack Crowley is so baby girl

[jflemings]

— red stars

pairing: caroline harvey x woso!reader

synopsis: you send yourself to the olympics with a perfect game under your belt, and caroline is there to witness it.

warnings: none!

a/n: yall….. i have been sucked in 🌝 i also realised after i finished writing that nwsl players don’t give away their jerseys, so just pretend they do for the sake of the fic.

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caroline keeps her hands tucked in her pockets as she walks into the stadium. she’s careful not to bump into anybody as she makes her way to the friends and family section, keeping her hat securely on her head. she shares polite smiles with the other families and is quick to find her seat, double checking the number before sitting down and checking her phone.

she attempts to work the dead feeling out of her legs by massaging her thighs through her jeans. the almost three hour drive from madison to bridgeview really took it out of her, and the coffee that she’d skulled before coming into the stadium hadn’t kicked in yet.

she opens up her conversation with you to send you a text letting you know that she’s sat in her seat, and that she couldn’t wait to see you play. knowing that you weren’t going to respond anytime soon, she switched apps and scrolled through instagram instead.

part of her felt a little out of place. she’d decided to come alone to support you before you jetted off to france for the olympics, but now she kind of wished she had taken laila up on her offer to come. it wasn’t often that she actually got to come to your games, especially now that she had gained a bit of a fanbase, so she hadn’t had the opportunity to meet any of your teammates families or friends. it was weird being surrounded by people who saw eachother semi-regularly and she felt kind of awkward once she realised that she was the only one not caught up in a conversation.

she’s in her own little world until both teams walk out of the tunnel. the crowd cheers at the sight and she stands to clap along with them.

spotting you is relatively easy, the number fourteen on your back and your last name in bold block letter’s immediately drawing her attention. she catches your eye as you line up, grinning and waving to you when she sees you watching her with a twinkle.

after the anthem she winks and sits back down, watching you and your teammates intently as you also get to your positions. her eyes stay trained on you on the wing, the determined look on your face only making her more excited.

the first half escalates quickly with a player from the opposition earning a yellow fifteen minutes in. it sets the tone for the game: fast paced and a little aggressive.

it’s a perfect pass and mallory’s even more perfect timing that bags you an assist at the twenty minute mark. your teammate enthusiastically high-fives you and wraps an arm around you before the two of you move back into position, and kk can tell that a fire has been lit inside of you.

the half continues in chicago’s favour. the other team have opportunities but due to alyssa’s safe hands, none of them get past her. a corner kick in their favour almost breaks the deadlock and for a moment you think they’re going to score, but a red stars defender clears it and keeps the goal safe, allowing you to run back up your half of the pitch.

your first goal happens right before half time. you’re running parallel to mallory, keeping up with her pace and keeping an eye on where she’s going to pass, before she chips it to you. you slot it in past the goal keeper’s finger’s and immediately jump in celebration, pointing to the crowd of fans as your teammates train you joyfully.

the second half is when the other team decide to try to slow you down. you go down due to a mistimed tackle in the penalty box, clutching your ankle as you get on your knees; you stand slowly and shake the adrenaline out just as the ref awards a penalty kick to the red stars.

from the stands, kk holds her breath. she knows how much this penalty is going to mean to you after missing a crucial one in the world cup last year. you had called her after the game crying, saying how you should’ve made the shot and how it was stupid that you missed it when you spent hours upon hours practicing.

you were a perfectionist at heart, and knowing that you hadn’t perfectly executed the one thing you’d been trying so hard to get right absolutely broke her heart.

she bites her nails as she sees you take the ball off the ref.

you place the ball on the ground, before taking a deep breath and stepping back to take the kick. you’ve done this a million times before. you’ve trained yourself for this, on this very pitch, a million times before.

you know you want to go to the olympics with the perfect penalty under your belt.

you know that you’re not going to miss this shot.

one, two deep breaths. you pick your position, you lock in, and you pull back. you swing your leg with precision and release the breath you were holding as the ball gets off the ground.

the keeper goes right.

you’ve aimed left.

it’s the perfect shot, and the perfect finish.

the stands erupt. a sea of red and blue overtakes your vision as you take off running again, your yelling teammates not far behind. as you pass the section caroline’s in you turn your back and point to the fourteen, putting it proudly on display.

the game ends with a clean sheet, a brace and assist, and a perfect send off to your first olympics.

the adrenaline is still pumping through you as you make your rounds, clapping and waving to fans, signing posters and jerseys and taking as many photos as you can.

mallory throws an arm around your shoulders “look at you, little superstar” she praises as she punches your cheeks playfully “a brace and an assist! that giddy energy from this week did you a bit of good, i see”

you nod “i guess” you shrug, fighting the urge to smile as you subtly look towards the stands. mallory stops the both of you and faces you so that her back is to the crowd.

“you’re coming out with us, right? we were going to anyway but now we’ve really got something to celebrate” she says with a smile on her face.

you play with the hem of your jersey and shrug again, looking over her shoulder. trying to suppress the smile beginning to grow on your face turns out to be useless when you see kk waiting for you. her hands are tucked into the pockets of her soft shorts as she makes sure she’s out of the way for other friends and family members making their way out of the stands; she smiles when you catch her eye.

“i’ve actually already got plans” you say to your teammate whilst keeping your eyes on your girlfriend. you look to mallory “next time though, i promise”

she cocks a brow and looks in the direction your eyes have been glued to, smiling when she sees caroline. she nods her head and waves before turning back to you “i see” she draws out, a smirk playing on her lips.

a blush starts to bloom across your cheeks “yeah” you bite the inside of your lip. before you can say anything else, or even begin to walk away, a hand is giving you a firm slap on your shoulder. you holt forward out of surprise just as alyssa comes to stand next to you.

“are you coming out?” she asks

mallory jumps in before you can say anything “she’s got plans” she says teasingly, nodding her head back in the direction of your ever so patient girlfriend “caroline’s come to visit”

alyssa half smiles “right” she says whilst nodding “well, tell her we say hi”

“yes, i will” you half groan before shaking their hands off “as much as i love you guys, i’m not going to leave her standing there by herself any longer”

alyssa and mallory wave you off with sly smiles and teasing grins before they meet up with their own friends and family, you and caroline quickly becoming a second thought.

you make your way over to kk, cautious of the eyes that you know are trailing your figure. it’s remarkable, really, that no one has recognised her or questioned why she’s here. the two of you have managed to keep your year and a half relationship a secret from the mass of detective level fans and the media and you were hoping that it was going to stay that way after this weekend.

it’s certainly not the first time she’s made the drive from her college to your club’s home stadium, but it is the first time since she gained rapid popularity from tiktok.

she untucks her hands from her pockets and folds them behind her back, smiling shyly as you approach.

“hey” you say shyly under her gaze. you have to resist the urge to fling your arms around her neck in a bear hug “was the game everything you hoped it would be?”

“and more” she says as she leans down slightly “my olympian”

you roll your eyes “says you, silver medalist”

caroline blushes and scratches her nose to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. “yeah, well, now it’s your turn”

“gold, baby. i’m bringing home gold”

she’s about to respond when a young girl shyly approaches the two of you. she’s dressed in this season’s home jersey with her hair in pigtails, a sign saying ‘I WANT TO BE LIKE Y/N WHEN I GROW UP’ in blue and red letters. her mum stands behind her, slowly pushing the girl towards you.

“go on” the mother whispers in her daughter’s ear.

the young girl’s brunette pony tail sways as she looks between her mother and you, her lip between her teeth. “excuse me y/n?” she says quietly, her eyes quickly darting between you and your girlfriend “can i please get a photo?”

you smile wide “of course you can!” you crouch down to her level “what’s your name?”

“faye” she says shyly.

“i like your sign faye. did your mum help you make it?”

she nods “she helped me put the glitter on, but i wrote it all by myself!”

kk steps aside and makes sure she’s fully out of the frame as the mother pulls out her phone. you make sure to have the biggest, most genuine smile plastered on your face as you pose with the young girl. in your peripheral vision you can see kk smiling just as big at the two of you, making your heart flutter.

after the photos are taken you let her shoulder go but stay at her level, making sure to look her in the eye “can i give you my jersey?” you ask with a smile.

a sunshine smile overtakes her face as she nods quickly. taking the hem of your shirt in your hands, you quickly pull it over your head and turn it the right way out before flattening it on your knee.

“do you have a pen?” you ask her mum.

“here” she says as she pulls one out of her back pocket “thought we’d bring one today, just incase”

“good thinking” kk says with a smile.

you sign the jersey and the poster easily, handing them both back to her “thank you both for coming! i hope you enjoyed the game”

“we did!” faye says excitedly “mum says we can come to more games next season!”

“well then, i’ll see you back here soon!”

faye and her mum bid you and caroline goodbye. you can’t take your eyes off of the young girl and the way she excitedly raves about her interaction with you, her pigtails swishing about as she hands the sign to her mother. you see her clutch your jersey to her chest and smile.

“i can’t believe i have that kind of an impact on young girls” you say breezily “i didn’t have many female athletes to latch onto growing up so to be that for young people is just amazing”

caroline places a hand on your bare shoulder, pulling you into her “i think you underestimate how good of a player and role model you actually are” she says lowly to you “i’m so lucky to know you”

you can’t help but roll your eyes as you begin to lead her towards the tunnel and back to the changerooms to get your stuff “i’m so lucky to know you” you pointedly say. you wrap an arm around kk’s waist once the two of you are far enough in the tunnel “your unwavering support is something i don’t take for granted. i hope you know that”

“we support eachother, babe. it’s just how this works” she mumbles against your temple as she places her lips onto your warm skin “plus y’know, seeing you with my birthdate on your back isn’t too bad either”

you still slightly and blush at being caught out. you didn’t think she’d really taken any notice of the number fourteen you wear, much less connect that it was because of her.

“oh yeah. don’t think that got past me” she says cockily, pulling you out of your rooted place “i knew as soon as you moved to the red stars that you did it for me, and i was just waiting for you to admit it”

“i didn’t think you clocked that” you mumble

“yeah, and i’m proud of it everyday”

[13uswntimagines]

We’ve Got Your Back (Alpha!Christen x Reader)

Request: Alpha christen press fic😍 and does it make me a horrible person cuz I want to see what christen would do to Hinkle? (Not to mention broon, uncle, ash....) 

Pt. 1

Author’s Note: So this turned out a touch different than i had planned. Let me know what you think! 

It was strange being back here. Back in the city, the stadium, that had almost been the sight of your demise. At least they had stuck the team in the visitor’s locker room. You didn’t know if you could have handled being back in that room. 

You rolled your shoulders and tapped the ball back towards Lindsey, sending the alpha a tight smile and trying to drown out the sea of unpleasant emotions threatening to pull you under. 

It was a stupid idea for Us soccer to have the team face off against the NWSL Allstars. You were part of the NWSL for goodness sake, it wasn’t like you didn’t play against these people already. It also meant you had to play against Her in the stadium she tortured you in. 

“How you holding up?” Christen asked, suddenly coming up behind you. She grabbed your clenched hand, coaxing your fingers open and intertwining them with her own. She let out a wave of her calming scent, trying to soothe you as much as she could with minimal contact. 

Though the two of you had… consummated your matting, and despite your normal cocky flirting, the two of you really weren’t into public displays of affection and there were thousands of eyes on you right now. 

You hadn’t even realized you were digging your fingernails into your palms. 

“Great now that you’re here hot stuff,” You tried to smile convincingly back at your mate, squeezing her hand tightly. She let out another wave of her calming scent, her eyes flickering around your face. 

One of the first lessons she had learned from Rose was that you never said when you were uncomfortable, but your tells always gave you away. 

“Always the charmer,” Christen said, a light blush covering her cheeks. 

You smirked at the alpha, shrugging. “It’s hard not to be when you always come out here looking like that”

She rolled her eyes at you, entirely used to your flirting. It hadn’t taken her long to realize that it was a coping mechanism for you. Whenever you were stressed or uncomfortable, your flirting intensified. 

It was a way for you to avoid your true emotions. 

“I’m literally wearing the same outfit as the rest of the team,”

You pulled your blushing alpha closer to you by your connected hands. You ran your nose over her cheek  “Hmm, but the rest of the team doesn’t have the-,”

The comment died on your lips when you caught sight of a certain alpha. You tensed even though she was stuck on her half of the field, separated from you by nearly the entire squad and the team of “Allstars”. But none of that had mattered last time. It hadn’t mattered that you were in a room full of people (nearly half of which were your national team teammates) or that the coaching staff knew what she was doing. 

Christen’s eyes followed yours, and she couldn’t suppress her growl (both for the other player being included in this game and the unpleasant emotions fluttering through your bond). 

“Vlatko swapped us, so you can stay on the left today. I’ll take the right and Alex will stay center,”

“You guys don’t need to do that. I can handle it,” You mumbled, suddenly finding the way your cleats ran through the grass incredibly interesting. 

Christen sighed, running a finger under your chin, grazing your scent gland as she tilted your chin up. “We know you can, just let us be a little protective over you, alright?”

You nodded biting your lip. You weren’t a weak omega, and you knew that the second you hit the field whatever grand plan they had was going to go right out the window. 

Well, part of it at least. You were sure that a certain alpha’s very white uniform was about to be stained very very green. 

****

You launched yourself across the pitch towards your mate, barely stopping to watch as your shot sailed past Jane Campbells outstretched fingers. You were having a blast skirting past the all-star defender, and fielding through passes and crosses from the Mewis’ and The great Horan. 

“Good goal baby,” Christen said, smiling wildly as she scooped you up in her arms and pressed a kiss to your neck, just above your mating mark. 

You pulled back, smiling at the alpha and flicking her lightly on the nose. “Good? That was fucking amazing! Did you see me put Stanton on her ass?”

Christen nodded, setting you back on your feet with a wide smile. “Yeah, and Kling. But I think I’ve seen Tobin do the same footwork before. I call plagiarism,”

You pouted, flicking the side of your alphas head again. “That’s not fair, I deserve a reward,” 

Christen grabbed your wrist as it migrated down her waist with an eye roll. “Behave little one,” 

She growled playful at you, about to lean up and nip your neck again, but the presence behind her stopped her. You whined loudly, displeased that she had stopped. 

“Get your omega under control Press,” You tensed at the alpha’s voice, burying your face in Christen’s neck, afraid that even the scent of Hinkle would make you lose your composure altogether. 

Christen's growl turned low and dangerous and was echoed by several of the teammates beginning to crowd around you. When your alpha promised the team would have your back, she meant it. 

“Come on Y/n,” Mal said, cautiously breaking from the group to approach you. Her hand carefully touched your back, avoiding any skin. No one wanted to test your alpha's control any more than the asshat on the field was. 

Christen made eye contact with the omega inching towards you, tearing her gaze from Hinkle. She nodded at Mal, coaxing you out of her neck and kissing your cheek. “go babydoll,” raising her eyebrow when you wined, but still pushing you towards Mal. You poured as Mal dragged you across the field, away from the brewing storm. 

You didn’t need to be in the middle of an alpha battle. You wouldn’t tell anyone, but you were fragile and she didn’t want you to have to feel her dominance when she put Hinkle in her place. 

She didn’t want to risk accidentally forcing you to submit. She would die before she did that. 

“that one needs a firmer hand,” Hinkle scoffed, as Christen walked back towards her position, waiting for Sheridan to put the ball back into play. 

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Christen growled lowly, her eyes following you as you grossed the field with Mal. Lindsey sent her a stiff not. The entire team was behind you. 

“Just saying that I could give you some pointers if you wanted them,” Hinkle shrugged as though she didn’t feel the insane tension on the pitch. Christen scoffed catching her arm, spinning the alpha to look at her. She didn’t need any advice on how to deal with you. You were a handful, but you were her handful, and she was glad you were comfortable enough with her to show her your playful side. 

“Don’t waste your breath,” Christen said, letting out her dominant scent. 

*****

The Women’s national team was known for its impeccable control. With so many strong alphas in one place, it was imperative for the team's functionality and their commitment to equality.

But tonight that control was nowhere to be found, and it wasn’t just the alphas that were going a little crazy. The pitch was total chaos and at the epicenter was Hinkle. 

From the crazy tackles Lindsey, Becky, and Christen herself were committing, to the lengths Rose, Mal, and Alex all went to keep you as far from the Alpha as possible while still letting you put balls on goal. Vlatko’s tactics had gone out the window and the team was operating like a disaster (a very successful disaster as you had already scored 4 times against the all-stars, but a disaster nonetheless). All teeth and growls. 

You were just thankful that the game was over, and that you could finally escape the place with so many bad memories. And the mix of dominant pheromones that hung in the air, putting you even more on edge. 

You headed back towards the tunnel, uncharacteristically ignoring the opposing team trying to approach you for handshakes, and the fans screaming for your attention. It was unnerving to have your typically dosel alpha acting so aggressive. 

It pulled your inner omega so close to the surface, and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. 

“You know it’s wrong to ignore your superiors little omega,” The voice stopped you in your tracks. Your shoulders hunched and you seemed to almost fold in on yourself. 

An arm wrapped around your waist, shielding you from Hinkle. You relaxed a little at the scent of your best friend's mate. “Just ignore her,” Mal said softly, pulling you into her. 

Hinkle snarled at the two of you, rushing forwards to stand right in your path. You took in a sharp breath, your nose twitching at the press of Hinkle’s pheromones. You fought the urge to submit, the urge she had drilled into your skull from the time you joined the Courage to the time you finally made your escape. 

“What, your alpha didn’t teach you any manners either,” 

Mal tensed around you. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, waiting for the next blast of her potent scent. The one that would bring both of you to your knees. The one from your memories. 

“You need to back the fuck off,” Ashlyn’s protective growls were suddenly separating you from Hinkle, shortly joined by Becky, Alex, Rose, and Lindsey. 

“Or what?” She challenged, stepping up so she was eye to eye with the much taller alpha. 

“Come on girlies, let’s get you to the back, they can handle this,” Ali said softly, trying to pull you and Mal around the wall of alphas and the dominant cloud of pheromones beginning to form. You let her pull you around the alphas, trying to keep your head down. 

“No, she stays,” Hinkle sneered, catching your wrist as you passed. 

The reaction of the team was instant, but none was more prominent than your own alpha’s (who had been caught up singing posters with Tobin). It was a big No-no to touch someone else’s mate. 

“Take your hand off of her. NOW,” Christen growled, sending a wave of very dominant and very terrifying pheromones directly towards Hinkle. Even the little edge that caught you made you freeze and sent a shiver down your spine. The alpha immediately released you and whimpered as she fell to her knees. 

Christen smirked viciously (her typical kind-hearted ness nowhere to be found). She was the stronger alpha, and she wanted Hinkle to know how it felt to be forced to submit. She wanted her to feel the humiliation of being surrounded by people who wouldn’t help her. She wanted her to know what she put you through. 

Mal and Ali both tucked you into them and started directing you towards the locker room. Emily stepped in behind you, shielding you from where your alpha was towering over the shaking Hinkle. 

They were right, you didn’t need to see this. 

*****

The walk back to the locker room was short, but it felt like forever. The omegas spent it emitting their soothing scents, trying to calm your frayed nerves (which were only amplified by the emotions fluttering down your bond with Christen). 

If the little edges of Christen's dominant pheromones were that strong, you could only imagine what it felt like to be caught in a full blast. That thought alone terrified you. She was always so careful with you, but what if she lost control. 

“Shh, kid you’re ok,” An arm wrapped around you and gentle hands guided your shaking form to sit on the bench. 

You shook your head rapidly. You were a lot of things right now, but ok wasn’t one of them. 

You opened and closed your mouth several times, but no sound would come out. What if you upset your alpha and made her lose control? You loved to push her buttons. 

“Hey, You gotta breath y/n,” Mal said, suddenly appearing crouched in front of you. She grabbed your hands, flattening out your palms to prevent your nails from digging further into your arms. She bit her lips at the stressful pheromones pouting off of you, she had only seen you like this once. A very long time ago (ironically in the same place you were now). 

“Em, go get Rose,” She said, not taking her eyes off of you. Your best friend was probably the only person who could help you. 

Emily’s eyes widened. There was a reason why most of the team’s omegas were in the locker room instead of hanging out in the field with their mates. It was one thing to put an arrogant alpha in their place, and another to risk accidentally forcing an omega to submit. 

The team was insanely protective, and going out there while their instincts were on edge wasn’t a good idea. 

“I think she’s got her-...” Emily started softly, lightly touching Mal’s shoulder. 

“Wasn’t a question,” Mal growled, cutting her off, and finally taking her eyes off of you. You whimpered at the tone, your head tilting slightly and Emily nodded rapidly. 

“Right, I’ll go right now,”  

She exited the room at a near run. She didn’t quite understand what was wrong, but she knew you desperately needed someone. 

****

Emily wasn’t sure what she expected when she exited the tunnel, but it wasn’t Rose and Christen standing over a shaking Hinkle (she would have pegged Ashlyn and Becky as way more likely to get themselves into this situation). 

As she approached the group (and the insane cloud of pheromones, seriously they were going to need to fumigate the place)she caught the tail end of Christen's deep rumble. “That’s a despicable excuse for-...”

“I’m sorry to interrupt this-...” Emily said slowly coming up behind her alpha. She kept her eyes down and her hands out, very careful not to provoke the angry hoard any further. 

Lindsey whipped around, gulping to try and restrain her instincts. She lightly grabbed her omega’s wrist to prevent her from getting closer to the scene. All hell would break loose if one of the omega’s accidentally got hurt. “Go back to the locker room. We’ll be there after we finish,”

Emily shook her head, finally looking into her alphas eyes. “No. You don’t-“ 

Lindsey’s eyes hardened as she cut her omega off. “I’m serious Em,”

Emily glared at her alpha, ripping her arm from her grasp. “So am I. I need Rose or Chris because y/n is like having a panic attack,” She practically spat. 

She hadn’t known you for as long as Mal had, but she still felt the omega bond with you. The overwhelming urge to protect one of their own when they were in distress. If they needed an alpha to help you, then an alpha she would get, come hell or high water. 

Christen and Rose both looked up at the mention of your name, as did the alpha on her knees.  The alphas seemed to blink back to themselves, letting up on their emission of pheromones. 

“Pathetic,” the woman on the ground mumbled.

The answering growl from the group was instant, low, and very dangerous. “Don’t you start,” Ashlyn said, her voice deadly soft before looking back up at the two struggling alphas. “Go, we can finish this,” 

Rose and Christen nodded, sending one last snarl towards Hinkle before following Emily down the tunnel. 

****

Christen took in a sharp breath at your distinct scent, freezing in the doorway. The locker room air was saturated with stressed and terrified pheromones. Any remaining anger she may have felt for the asshole out on the field disappeared and was replaced by worry for you. 

Rose moved first, pushing past your frozen mate and joining her omega on the floor in front of you, crouching down to your level. If you noticed newcomers to the room, you didn’t show it. You were stiffly sitting on the bench in the corner, staring off into space. 

Rose gently rubbed your knee, trying to bring you back to yourself. “Hey Kitkat, what’s going on?”

You blinked down at the alpha, your head tilting automatically. “Nothing. I’m fine,” you said robotically and Rose’s eyebrows furrowed. 

She had only seen you like this once, and that was after-... it was too horrible to even consider. 

“Yeah, no one believes that,” She mumbled, using a finger to stop you from showing off your neck. 

“I -...” you started, but the words got stuck in your throat, caught between an answer and a sob. 

“Did all the pheromones bring back bad memories?” Christen asked, finally taking a step inside the room. She had gotten very good at reading you since you had mated and she knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. 

You nodded, finally looking up at the alpha. Your alpha. You took her in, how she seemed more relaxed (minus the worried lines in her forehead) and her scent was its usual cinnamon and spice. 

The heavy dominance was gone. It wasn’t the terrifying figure that had confronted a monster from your past, no this was your Chris. 

She took another few slow steps towards you. Rose and Mal moved out of the way to give your alpha room in front of you. 

“You’re just so strong. What happens if I push too far?” You asked quietly. 

And finally, the pieces clicked in everyone’s heads. Christen shook her head and took your hands. “I would never baby. What you saw-. It’s different with other alphas,” 

It was embedded in the fabric of the team (and the countries) culture. You never ever forced an omega to submit, but submission had a different effect on alphas. It wasn’t uncommon for them to assert dominance over each other, and forcing full submission was a way to show an errant alpha bow off base they were. Alphas didn’t experience the emotional distress that came with full-blown submission. 

“Promise?” You asked, your voice small. 

“With everything I am. You can poke and prod and make me blush, but I will never do what she did to you,” Christen said, kissing the back of your hand and looking you in the eyes to show you just how serious she was. 

She waited for your shoulders to relax before releasing a wave of her soothing scent and pulling you into her. You trusted her, and you felt comfortable that she would keep her promise. 

If she didn’t you knew about 22 people who would have your back. 

[rangergirl3]

So, whenever I have a sit-down with a capable medical professional and, you know, talk about some of the nastier aspects of my past trauma insofar as how we can tackle it recovery-wise:

I get a massive headache about half an hour afterwards. It’s like there’s an invisible icepick getting slammed repeatedly into my skull, right around the right eye. Not quite reaching migraine levels, but very close. Can’t stand light or noise, usually only feel better if I take pain meds and lie down and try to sleep for an hour or two. 

Coincidence? I think not! O.o

It’s almost like my body’s been keeping the score this whole time and it’s finally letting me know what all it is. 

(PS - Great book, ‘The Body Keeps the Score’ by Bessel Van Der Kolk, - I mean, a very tough subject, but very good book.)

[curedeity]

Drowning While Burning

Summary: Daphne is drowning, being pulled deeper and deeper by the currents ( a Daphne character study based on s1)

Once, when she was a small child, a storm had ravaged the castle for several days. Her parents had known it was coming, and had been preparing for the city to be sheltered for a week. Jobs were being called off, and families encouraged to remain home.

    Daphne was blissfully unaware to the panic of frenzied work that had hit to castle, her eyes too fixed on the black clouds moving that slowly filled the horizon, and the tingling thunder that she could almost hear if she just 

    Listened.

    Rain beat down the roof, pellets smacking against the smooth walls with a warlike intensity. It was as though the sky was trying to flood the city, to beat down all that had reached up and encroached in its domain. Lightning burned against the rainclouds, illuminating all their tumultuous angles. It was a mess of geometry that even years of schooling later Daphne would never be able to comprehend.

Thunder cracked through rooms, booming down hallways with ferocious intensity. It rattled the armor lining the walls, like thousands of soldiers quaking in their boots. 

    Far from running into her parents’ arms, Daphne remained at the window for long stretches of each day. Her face smudged the glass as her eyes struggled to make sense of the water-distorted images.

    Her vision wasn’t necessary for her understanding though, because Daphne could feel each raindrop that clattered against the ground of the land, the tormentous rage of the storm. And she adored it.

    Yet the storm passed, and her life returned to its routine of tutors and training. 

    She had always admired stories of heroes, of the rage and justice that drove them, of the way they pushed and pushed and pushed until they got what they wanted.

    Whenever Daphne pushed like that, she just grounded.

    She wanted to fight against the current, but she just kept getting dragged deeper and deeper into the depths.

    Flames licked across Daphne’s fingers as she lit her way through the flatlands of Domino, only faint rays of the second sun to light her way otherwise. Fire still burned, a fact her teachers had always been remiss to mention. One would think that controlling it, the heat of the flames wouldn’t be felt. But they still rushed through her fingertips, trying to melt away skin and bone until she was nothing but particles in the air. 

    But the flames didn’t hurt her. They only burned.

    Behind her a guard followed, metal clanging as pieces of his armor jumbled together. How embarrassing it must be, she thought, to be so scared of something that you’ll wrap yourself in metal and try to shut the world out. Yet so many did.

    Daphne didn’t know fear, back then, and so when the guard called for her to turn back, to return to the castle, Daphne merely continued marching forwards.

    There was much in Domino Daphne had never got the chance to see, stuck as she was in her pretty little ceramic castle. The forests where beats romed, the sand dunes that crawled with clawed insects, the rivers that destroyed the stones that blocked their path.

    Daphne wished to see it all.

    Her feet were bare as she climbed to the top of the dune. Her toes sunk into sand as she stood atop it, looking out over the golden sea, behind her still able to hear the metal clanging of her guard.

    She had been practicing magic for so long in that stuffy too-big castle, with all its rules and handicaps. Daphne brought the light she had summoned close to her chest, and let it

    E X P A N D

    It crackled around her skin, burning through every opening she’d give it. Energy coalesced around her being.

    She was the guardian of the Dragon Flame, the force of creation. What more was there for her than this? 

    Sand fell away deeper into the desert, the earth cracking open as large, jagged claws struck out, digging into the ground and dragging its body along. 5 eyes swiveled until they were all locked on Daphne. It stared at her light, and she hoped it burned away its retinas.

    Her teeth were bared, jagged. The flames tugged her body along and she gave into them, charging at the beast. The dragon roared to life within her, ready to attack as she saw fit.

    And then she was bat away with a single claw, ribs breaking under its heavy weight, and she was sent rolling away.

    Daphne was grounded for that day, after she awoke to tears from her parents. She held the tears close to her chest, and realized heroes weren’t real, because how could one be prepared for and win each battle? Each useless battle?

    Temperance. Patience. Not every day is a storm. Choose when to rage because even a fire cannot burn forever.

    She released her body to the current, her limbs flailing as she was dragged along. Her mind could finally wander, outside of the panic of movement, and ideas flooded her thoughts.

    Alfea was strict, but no stricter than the castle. Rules were set in place, and Daphne learned them. What use was breaking a rule, when she didn’t even know them? Each action must be thought through, and Daphne would be making informed decisions.

    She received top marks in every class, the librarian becoming a presence she was more used to than her own roommate from how much time she spent studying there. Her professors praised her diligence, even Griselda seeming to have a soft spot for her.

    I don’t get it, her roommate admitted to her when Daphne returned to their room with a dozen textbooks balanced in her arms. You’re a princess, with the strongest force in the universe. What could you need this much studying for?

    Daphne shook her head at that. Power is nothing if one can’t control and channel it. Sure, I’m powerful, but what would that mean if I didn’t know how to cast a single spell, or judge the best way to solve a situation?

    Knowledge is not power, knowledge is merely the way power can be exerted most efficiently.

    With her flames, she burned away all the hazards in the woods Professor Palladium had sent her to for her examination.

    With her knowledge, she skipped class the next week to go get ice cream in Magix with her roommate to cheer her up for her less-than-average score.

    She swam with the current, angling her body just a tad upwards, though from the memories that were slowly swirling in her skull, she knew she’d never reach the surface.

    The monsters had come out of nowhere. Or to be more specific, they came from the rot the Ancestral Witches had slowly been spreading all over Magix. A tar that slowly drained the life from every forest, that cast furtive shadows in the eyes of everyone. The reason for the dwindling letter she received from her ever-busy parents.

    The reason for the monsters that had appeared, all wrong angles and grotesque limbs, rising out of the ground, out of the forested depths.

    Alfea was too far away, her group had ventured deep into the forest for their project. One of them sent up a sparkler, magical lights now dancing over their location so that anyone out there would come save them.

    But they had traversed too far, and now they were out of range.

    Stupid, Daphne called herself. A stupid moronic idiot. You spend all your time studying and you couldn’t have taken two drops of common sense and guessed something would go wrong?

    Daphne had always been too exploratory. 

    She dodged out of the way of a titanic punch, burning away its skin as she let fire wrap around herself. Whispered words that fell from textbooks into her mouth, she felt her flames morph into light, crackling with energy, and she hurled the bolt at the creature, already wrapped in her roommate’s water.

    Then she heard a cry, it pierced through the sounds of battle, the guttural shrieks of the monsters and the calls of spells. Her head whipped around to see the fire of one of her kin, her people, be whipped away by a sweep of a monster’s tail, and claws close in to rake across her chest and tear out her heart.

    Daphne dove, her flames igniting the air as she rocketed through the sky and tackled her charge out of reach. 

    Ice flooded her veins as claws sliced through her back, catching on her wings and shredding those too.

    And the coalescence of her magic fell to 

    P                                                    E                                          E

                              I                                               C                                     S

    Were her screams loud? Did they crack through the sky like that which she had earlier? Was she turning heads?

    Was she?

    She was. 

    Daphne was, and Daphne had someone to protect. The responsibility of the crown, no, the responsibility of power settled upon her. She had people to protect, a world she loved.

    And as blood poured from her shattered back, the flames pushed their way out of the open cracks. The red liquid was set aflame, and it disintegrated into the smoky air, becoming just a part of her flames. 

    A new pair of wings burst out of her skin, forcing the air to make room for them. Heat cracked her body open, and Daphne let herself burn with all that she had saved up.

    Today was the day she’d storm.

    But who would she be if she didn’t try?

    Daphne’s dress pooled on the floor in perfect ripples as she sat in her chair, back straight and hands folded. Her face was the picture of serenity, the tiara sitting on her hair gleamed in the light from the solitary window.

    Daphne knew how to cover the cracks in her appearance, where the fire slipped out. She was nervous, yes, but now was not to time to show it. The world was at war, and with her new responsibilities she would be the pillar of strength they’d turn to. 

    Faragonda had wished her luck, yesterday as she’d been handed her diploma and officially graduated. Palladium told her that she was the finest student he’d had the pleasure to teach. Griselda had told her that she wouldn’t fail, she’d lived up to her high standards after all.

    Daphne had not cried then either.

    The fire was constantly there, simmering in her bone marrow. Her blood was lava, hotly pumping through her body as her heart pounded away with every step she took.

    Daphne didn’t feel very strong though. The universe could be weaved by her fingertips if she just stretched herself enough, and yet she felt like a scared little girl. 

    And that was okay, because fear was something Daphne had learned, and it was something that wouldn’t stop her. Fear was just knowledge of danger, on some level, instinctual or otherwise. 

    Daphne was in danger, yet so was everyone else. The world was at war, and she’d had a target drawn on her back from the day she was born.

    Why not illuminate that sign? 

    The door creaked open and a guard gestured for her to follow. Daphne’s heels clicked against the floor and she walked through the halls. Her dress trailed behind her, and ribbons danced with the movement.

    Daphne was just a girl, with only 20 years of knowledge crammed into her head. It was fair for her to be scared. But now, she had a purpose, a reason her flames continued to burn day and night.

    She took her place in the hall, all eyes turning to her as she glided through them, looking up at her mother and father. They smiled at her, their faces worn and aged, sadness lining them that they had not done their jobs well enough to prevent their daughter from ever having to take this responsibility. 

    Off to the side, her younger sister Bloom was sobbing. Daphne knew, with all her heart and all the power of the Dragon’s Flame that roared through her, that she would do anything to make it so that Bloom would never have this burden.

    But Daphne, Daphne could carry it. She would. This was her choice.

    And her parents laid the mask across her eyes, and magic drenched over her as she was accepted as one of the Nymphs of Magix.

    Water poured over her, fast and furious as the lake raged. Was it trying to drown her? She was its protector! 

    Daphne glided through the halls, her wings too worn out to materialize any longer. Her blood burned away before it touched the ground, thankfully not leaving a trail for the Witches to follow.

    Like they wouldn’t just track her flame, why did it even matter?

    She laid her palm against her sister, feeling the fire underneath Bloom’s own skin, the Flame they both shared. Daphne had often wondered if Bloom’s magic, her experience, would be anything like Daphne’s?

    There was no time wondering.

    Sparks lighted the air as Daphne drew her hand in circles, a chant falling from her lips with instinctual memory. Space ripped open at her command, and with only one final look, Daphne shoved her sister off to safety.

    Then she turned around, shadows already crawling across the floor towards her light. Could she win against the Ancestral Witches? Daphne had no room for doubt. 

    If she perished, then so be it, her family was already torn, her people slaughtered, she had vowed her life to them.

    Daphne wanted to live, but she wanted to live with the circumstances she chose.

    This was a fight she chose to have, she’d rise to this challenge. 

    Fire arced across the walls, burning away stone and the murky shadows with it. Daphne marched, her hands alight with magic and fury. Her wings were burned away, the vestiges of them turned into pure power.

    And Daphne hurled it all at the witches.

    Light Shattered.

    Darkness Rose.

    And Daphne Burned.

    Or was the lake raging with her? Raging at the injustices committed against her? Was this her now? 

    Daphne sank to the bottom of Lake Roccaluce, sand parting for her immaterial body as the waves swarmed around her, embracing her. There was no real light this deep beneath the surface, but Daphne produced her own, glowing with the sheer existence of her.

    She had lost. Despite all her efforts, all the roles she had undertaken, her world had still fallen to the assault of the Ancestral Witches.

    Her home was destroyed, her parents gone, and Bloom lost somewhere on Earth.

    And here Daphne was, stuck in the depths where no one ever went. The fire barely present within her soul anymore, there was only cold frost.

    Daphne had failed.

    No, no she had not failed one thing. She had kept Bloom safe.

    Was that enough?

    That would have to be.

    The witches may have killed Daphne, ridding her of what was now her mortal husk. But Daphne was still here. And she didn’t have to be alive and in her body to burn.

    In fact, Daphne’s spirit had been on fire for quite a long time. It had always burned with her love and her anger and her purpose. She watched the waters torment all around her, rippling and beating against their earthen walls.

    And Daphne knew that the next time, she would storm, blazing more brightly in the rage of nature than ever before.

[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “Avengers Endgame”

Yes- I still haven’t seen this movie.  Yes I know exactly what happens in this movie.  I mainly avoided it for a while due to overhype but with some convincing from my brother, Imma sit my butt down and try to watch this.

Pressing... play!

Right off the bat, I feel like I should warn you guys and say that I have... my opinions... about stuff.  Plus I’m a dumbass about Marvel so just bear with me.

I like that Disney Plus has to warn us about product placement

Clint!

Are we gonna see little Nathaniel running around- THERE he is!

We are gonna see Clint’s entire family get freaking obliterated

Is all the rumbling from the sky or are those airplanes freaking crashing to Earth in the distance?

What if they pulled a reverse WandaVision and showed the people getting snapped out of existence in a future film or show?  That would be freaking terrifying.

They’re [Tony and Nebula] playing paper football...

I wanna see more of THEIR interactions aboard the Milano.  The shots of them just repairing the ship are great too.

“I’m fine.  Totally fine.”  Everyone ever.

I also like you see the visual difference between Tony and Nebula.  While he’s growing gaunt and haggard from loss of oxygen, you can still see that Nebula looks absolutely fine because she’s like 75% android

So between 1995 and now, what the heck has Carol been up to?

“Thanos wiped out... 50% of all living creatures.”  So like entire ecosystems are just demolished.

*anthropology major part of my brain scrambling for answers*

“We lost.  And you [Steve] weren’t there.”  HE WAS IN WAKANDA!

Wait so the arc reactor ISN’T in Tony’s chest anymore?

“Where the hell have you [Carol] been all this time?”  Good question!

*silently bops to opening theme*

For some reason, I just really want the ship radio to randomly turn on so you just see everyone sitting awkwardly as “Piano Man” plays over the speakers

*Thanos slowly cooks his food*  Faster, all together now!  COOKING CAN BE FUN!

“I [Thanos] used the stones to destroy the stones.”  ...what?

“I am...[Thanos] inevitable.”  *starts humming “Inevitable” from TGWDLM*

“I [Thor] went for the head.”  YES YOU DID

[FIVE YEARS LATER] All righty so we’re doing this

*gasps*  Is... Steve running the therapy sit downs like Sam did in “The Winter Soldier”?  That’s awesome.  I really like this tidbit.

I’m also really liking Alan Silvestri’s score for this so far

I’m really trying not to nitpick but I feel like it would take more than 5 years for greenery to just completely overtake a suburban neighborhood

Also wow pre COVID life looks great you guys

“There’s a part of me that doesn’t even wanna find him.”  Are they talking about... Clint?  Is Clint just going the full vigilante route?

DOES HE KILL PEOPLE?!?

I really like Steve and Natasha’s friendship in these movies but for some reason I don’t feel like we get enough of Natasha for me to get behind her on an emotional standpoint

Are they gonna use the quantum realm to jumpstart the multiverse for Phase 4?

Also speaking of multiverse, I honestly really don’t want Spiderman:  No Way Home or Wandavision to get too cluttered by that

I like Tony’s lake house.  And he got a whole vegetable garden going too.  Kudos!

The little kid who plays Morgan Stark is adorable

“Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel.”  Which we obviously won’t.

“We’re gonna need a really big brain.”  So where the [expletive] is Banner?

“Stranger danger.”  *snorts*

“Dab!”  *rolls eyes*

So is the whole Professor Hulk thing permanent?  I know he’s gonna be in the She-Hulk show but I’m wondering how they’re gonna tackle that.  And they’re gonna have Tim Roth too!

*smiles when Tony takes Morgan to bed*

Steve Rogers here [when they do the first time travel tests] is a Look ™

Maybe don’t let the GIANT GREEN MAN keep pressing a bunch of tiny tiny important buttons on a dashboard

*laughs at Steve shaking his head in disbelief when they finally bring Scott back*

*Tony’s car races toward the Avengers base*  NYOOOMMMM

*Tony rolls down his window*  It’s Britney, bitch

“And maybe not die trying.”  And you definitely will.

This whole bit where Scott keeps losing his dorito only to get another one from Bruce feels like a Doritos commercial.

*jams out to "Supersonic Rocket Ship by The Kinks*

Did they just keep reducing the green pigment for Hulk or what?

*sighs when they reveal Fat!Thor*

MIEK’S ALIVE!

Please tell me Noobmaster69 is Kid Loki, whom we meet in the Loki series

“Don’t... say that name.”  “Yeah we actually don’t say that name here.”  I like this.  I like that Thor has so much resentment for killing Thanos at the wrong time and that he felt that could have done better cause he’s A GOD.  So the fact that THANOS was on equal level and BEAT HIM-

Hawkeye’s killing people

This sword fight’s great [between the Yakuza person and Clint]

WHY DIDN’T THEY BUILD ON THIS [Clint and Natasha’s connection] ???

*laughs when Rhodey suggests killing baby Thanos*

These shots of Clint going through the Quantum Realm looks like something straight out of Andy Park’s concept art and that’s awesome

“Well I [Scott] haven’t [encountered an Infinity Stone] but I don’t even know what the hell you’re all talking about.”  *snorts*

“The Aether, firstly, is not a stone.”  Thank you!

The little glance Nebula gives after Thor mentions the Dark Elves just make me think that somewhere down the road, she has either A) encountered them or B) has encountered other Asgardians besides Thor

“Guys if you pick the right year, there are three stones in New York.”  “Shut the front door.”  *laughs*

Also underrated trio:  Steve, Natasha, and Bruce.  Gimme more.

Wait a minute, in 2012, Doctor Strange wasn’t active yet.  So are they gonna go see- OOOOOOOHHHHHH

[NEW YORK 2012] Oh here we go

*cracks up when Bruce very half-assedly smashes stuff on the street*

“I’m looking for Doctor Strange.”  “You’re about five years too early.”  Wait a minute.

HOW DOES SHE [the Ancient One] KNOW?!?

*giggles at Thor and Rocket sneaking in the background with a bored Loki in focus*

“That’s my [Thor’s] mother.  She dies today.”  I love this scene already.

Also WHY IS THOR- or the Thor films in general- have like the most well written characters in the whole canon?

It’s those movies, Guardians 2, The Winter Soldier, Civil War, aaand.... I can’t think of any more of them. 

Oh yeah and WANDAVISION cause THAT HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK-

Rocket just said he thinks of the Guardians as his family I’m gonna die...

What about their [Natasha and Rhodey’s] friendship?!?  I want more of that!

“Ronan’s obsession... clouds his judgment.”  ...HUH

*Thanos uses his sword to lift up Nebula’s chin*  Aw heck no

“As far as I’m concerned, that’s America’s ass.”  *has to take a second before nodding in agreement*

Wait is that Jasper Stillwell?

“Flick me.”  That bit alone could be taken out of context

“We’re in route to Doctor List.”  Who’s Doctor List?  Is that a code name?

“Hail Hydra.”  THE BASTARDS WENT AND DID IT

Please tell me this hand off scene is gonna be the opening for the Loki show.  Please tell me this is gonna happen.

*Loki takes the Tesseract again*  AND HE’S GOOONNNEE!!

LET’S GET TO FREAKING JUNE ALREADY!

*ends up quoting “Yeah, I know, I know” along with Steve*

I’m really glad Tilda Swinton actually came back for this cameo

*keeps slapping my laptop screen when people keep saying Doctor Strange made a mistake when it was an explicit point in Infinity War where he encountered 14 million other AUs to find the best result*

Are you telling me that this whole plan could derail because Nebula accidentally hacked into her own WiFI network?  Are you seriously doing this?

*Thanos and Ebony Maw scan Nebula’s duplicate memory bank and track her down*  Are you freaking kidding me?

...I have 96 minutes left?!?

“The future hasn’t been kind to you [Thor], has it?”  Frigga is underrated

So for these shots with Jane, are they just reusing different shots from Thor 2 or just footage from deleted scenes?

Can we talk about how Frigga is absolutely the best parent Thor has?  Meanwhile her husband ODIN is like “oh yeah by the way you have a secret sister totes magotes i’ll die now byeeee”

*sings along with “Come and Get Your Love” by Redbone*

*laughs when we cut to Quill just very badly singing along to his iPod in the distance*

I want a bonus short with just Rhodey and Nebula doing their thing

*Nebula gets her memory taken over by 2014 Thanos*  Nooooooo...

Are the glasses that Tony wears here part of EDITH from “Far From Home” or are they like a prototype?

Also I haven’t seen “Far From Home” yet because Sony hates me

Doctor Zola?!?

*jams out to the music playing when we see Hank Pym’s lab*

“A little girl would be nice.  Less of a chance that she’ll end up exactly like me [Howard Stark].”  *gasps softly*

Oh my God, he’s [Steve] in Peggy’s office

Alan Silvestri is really killing it with this score

JARVIS!!

Wait and that’s the guy from “Agent Carter”!

Ohhh that shot’s [of Thanos’s ship coming out of the clouds] awesome...

*2014 Nebula hands Thanos the Pym particles*  Oh are you kidding me...

The CGI for Red Skull is also awesome

*gasps when Natasha reveals that she never knew her dad’s name when Red Skull told it to her*

*is super bummed out when Natasha sacrifices herself*

Kevin Feige really went and said “so Phases 3 and 4 are gonna make everybody cry” and the writers went “YES”

Wait doesn’t Cap go and return the stones at the end of the movie?  How’s he gonna handle meeting Red Skull on Vormir then?

“It’s like... I [Bruce] was made for this.”  Please someone get Mark Ruffalo his own Hulk movie before he combusts from giving out more spoilers

So Thanos used the Pym particles to time travel then.  Honestly that’s kinda genius

I just noticed that Scott shrank himself right as the explosion hit the windows

I really want someone to just drop one F-bomb somewhere in the MCU and I really hope it’s Clint because he would 100% say it

*starts singing “Hollaback Girl” when Thanos arrives*

Here’s my question;  how did Thanos acquire Nebula then?  With Gamora, it was with the genocide of her people.

“We [Gamora to Nebula] can stop him.”  LET’S GO!

[Thor uses his storm powers to summon both Stormbreaker and Mjolnir] *softly* Ohhhhh that’s badass...

Now I’m just imagining the cast just in the green screen room just hitting Josh Brolin with a bunch of foam weapons and making all the sound effects while poor Josh is just struggling under the weight of the Thanos reference head on his mocap suit

Who does the voice for FRIDAY?

AN:  Irish actress named Kerry Condon

*Steve deems himself worth to wield Mjolnir*  OKKAAYY OKAAYY

Love how Thanos is like “yes, I’m gonna stab you with an AXE”

“In all my years of conquest...”  Steve you suuuucckkk...

Are we getting the Chitauri again?

“On your left.”  *laughs incredulously*  O-ohhh my God...

*Everyone starts coming out of the portals*  Oh my God I’m getting chills

I would have lost my mind in the theater

I HAVE ACTUAL GOOSEBUMPS RUNNING ALL OVER ME.  This is how good this is

WAIT ARE THOSE THE RAVAGER SHIPS ABOVE THEM?!?

“Avengers... assemble.”  Oh my God this is amazing!

M’BAKU!

Also “Endgame” really just said “We are KILLING FOOLS TODAY”

How are they gonna tackle Peter and Gamora’s relationship in Guardians 3?

[Horn plays La Cucaracha] LET’S GO

God I’m gonna turn feral

*has to pause to scream in excitement when Wanda touches down in front of Thanos to fight him*

*puts hands on head*  OHH MY GOOOOODDDDD

They’re literally just playing Keep Away with a teenage boy.  Marvel, everybody.

*Captain Marvel destroys Thanos’s ship*  WELL IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH

OK I got mixed feelings about that [the girl power team up scene]

*Thanos unsuccessfully headbutts Carol*  Oh shit!

*Doctor Strange holds up one finger*  Oh my God this is it

Someone definitely tore off when Thanos pushed Tony off

It was in that moment he [Thanos] knew- he effed up

*All of Thanos’s army dissipates*  Byeee...

Is it bad that I’m not crying at Tony’s death?

*gasps when Peter reunites with Ned at school*

Wait the whole time heist takes place within ONE DAY?

“I love you 3000.”  I really hope we see Morgan again somewhere in one of the movies or shows.  Actually a cool way to reincorporate her would be in the Ironheart series whenever they make it

Even Drax is wearing black!

It’s the “We should be getting therapy but we got a TV show instead” trio [Wanda, Bucky, and Sam]

Wait is that guy- was that guy- the little kid from Iron Man 3?

AN:  Yes

So right after this funeral, Wanda’s gonna storm SWORD right?

AN:  This was finished up on 2/26 so probably YES

*Thor crowns Valkyrie the new leader of New Asgard*  I now cannot wait for “Thor Love and Thunder”

Wait Peter’s looking for Gamora!

Still cannot believe that the time travel suits are completely CGI

I know they had a body double for Chris Evans here but I do think it would have been cool if they used the body double’s voice for Old Steve instead of Chris trying to sound old

He [Steve] put the shield in an art portfolio bag...

*says “No, no I don’t think I will” along with Steve*

*silently jams out to “It’s Been a Long, Long Time” playing during the credits*

Wait and that was the song Fury was playing in “Winter Soldier”

Oh they even got the actual signatures!  That’s awesome!

[fanfic-inator795]

More Mikey, Michika and Junior headcanons, because why not

See my original list of headcanons here. Michi and my version of Hueso Jr. are from my RotTMNT fanfic “A New Pizza Slice on Life”

- After getting surprised sprayed by Michi’s watergun too many times, Mikey decided to fight fire with fire and get a water pistol of his own. This led to the two of them starting a one-on-one game of Assassin for about a week (during which, they had to keep their game in the main atrium only after accidentally getting Splinter’s chair, an arcade cabinet, and SHELLDON wet and getting scolded for it)

- In emergencies where her head-bowl water is spilled and Michi doesn’t have her water gun or any water nearby, temporary substitutes can be used, just as long as they’re at least half water. Mud makes her move and act slow, though still more mobile than she would be if she were completely empty. Using pop or juice makes her ‘brain feel all fuzzy’ and just hypes her up, making her all giggly, jittery and anxious. Carbonated water doesn’t cause any anxieties, thankfully, though she says the bubbles make her head itchy. As for tea - please don’t pour hot tea into the kappa’s head, thank you. 

- During a comfort sess after a particularly rough day at Mystic Middle School for Junior, Mikey tried to distract him by talking about a new form of food art he had been getting into - food carving. He was already getting pretty good at carving bits of stone and wood, and wanted to ‘expand his canvas’. Junior, already having an interest in things like models and centerpieces, became a bit interested - much to Mikey’s delight They grabbed a half-filled sack of potatoes (only carve-able food in the lair at the time), peeled them all and spent the afternoon carving potato skulls and potato turtles. By the time they were finished, Junior was in a much better and calmer mood, and they had a pretty nice side dish to share. *pouring hot butter onto ‘skulls’ and ‘turtles’* “...This is kind of morbid.” “Maybe, but you can’t deny it’s gonna be delicious.” “True.”

- Piebald once tried to get the trio to watch a horror movie with her after hearing that Michi and Junior had never watched one, but none of them really cared for it. Mikey, naturally, doesn’t like stuff with ghosts and murderers. Junior got annoyed by all the screaming and bad music score. Michi was just bored, only really enjoying it when she could make fun of the characters’ dumb decisions. *Piebald sighs* “You guys just don’t get the beauty of a good slasher flick...”

- Michi likes her sunhat because she’s able to pull the brim over her eyes and look all ‘cool’. Junior mildly argues that baseball caps and hoodies can do that too, and Michi retorts that it’s not the same.

- Junior’s one of those kids who, when it comes to sports, doesn’t try unless he feels like it. He likes playing with the Turtles and likes winning, sure, but he isn’t out to impress. So, when he gives one of them a particularly hard tackle or does some fancy footwork, it’s always a surprise

- Michi is able to breathe underwater indefinitely if she needs to, despite being technically ‘semi-aquatic’. Mystic lungs and all that. But as much as she loves swimming, there’s too much cool stuff on land for her to want to live in some ocean or river (whether it be on the surface or underground) her whole life

- After discovering that Junior shares his love of puns, Leo tries to get him into memes. Being a teen, Junior likes a few of them, and if the situation calls for it, he’ll quote whichever one fits the most in that moment using the flattest voice ever, just to catch people off guard. Never fails to crack people up.

- In terms of physical affection, Mikey (naturally) shows it the most, always giving hugs and wrapping an arm around his buds/partners. Michi isn’t much of a hugger, but she’ll playfully shove or lightly punch an arm. Though, in more private and intimate moments, she’s okay with a bit of nuzzling too. Junior occasionally gives hugs, though only to people he knows really well. His usual form of affection is more subtle, being more talkative and smiley to someone rather than actually physical.

- Michi may be a decent sniper and Junior’s pretty good with a saber, but Mikey is obviously the strongest of the three thanks to his rad ninja skills as well as his strength. They’ve both watched Mikey have to fight off hangout/date interrupting baddies, and they’re still impressed and admittedly pretty amazed each time they watch him, having no doubts that he can fight off whatever opponent he has to

- This is the end of the headcanons but here’s a pic of a Michi and Junior I made to go with my Mikey figure:

[jjkfire]

jungkook x reader // athlete!jungkook, marchingband!oc // 6.8k words 

don’t read further if you hate unfinished fics.

Band is lame

Is what everyone had told you in high school but here you are, front row and centre at your university’s football game and for free at that too. Who’s the loser now? You laugh to yourself, looking towards the crowd, sure that at least one or two of your high school mates were somewhere in there too, probably a little upset that they had to pay for an extremely overpriced ticket to get seats to the game.

Of course, being in the band comes with its downsides because you have to be up at 5am for practice on game day, and you would have to stay way past the final whistle too. The band are the first ones to walk on the field and the last ones to leave the field but honestly, it’s worth it because nothing beats marching out of the tunnel on a game day, the roaring cheers from the fans near deafening for when the band takes the field, it means that it’s go time, that game day has officially begun. The cherry on top though, is that you get to be as close as anyone possibly could get to the football team, standing next to them, playing the school’s fight song at the end of the game as the players stay back to thank the fans for coming.

It’s bit of a change for you, getting a reaction that’s somewhere between awe & jealousy instead of disinterest whenever the fact that you’re in the school’s marching band comes up. Along with that reaction though, comes a question that nobody fails to ask and that would be:

What’s Jungkook like in person?

Ah, Jungkook. It’s no doubt that the freshman Jeon Jungkook had taken the university and even nation by storm. He’s the newly inducted running back for your university’s football team and boy does he live up to his position’s name. In all the games he has played, he’s managed to gain an unfathomable amount of yardage, sometimes taking the ball all the way to the end zone himself. His ability to break tackles, to burst down the field with an insane amount of speed made him an undeniable asset to the team. He’s the best freshman player in the conference, voted rightfully so 5 times in a row now so you don’t blame anyone for asking you about him because heck, even you were curious about him.  

Well, anyway, the answer to the ever-popular question would be that you had absolutely no idea because you’ve seen him in person, yeah, mere inches away from you but it wasn’t like you had time to stop to talk to him, to ask him what his favourite colour was or anything of the sort. But for conversation sake, your answer would always be the same and you’d smile before you shrug, saying:

He’s pretty cool, I guess.

Because, that he is… and nobody knows it but you’re just as star struck as everyone whenever you see him, even if you do see him just about every other week. You let people think he knows you, a harmless little white lie for a few brownie points, but the fact of the matter is, he doesn’t know your name and probably never will because there are more than 100 students on the band and you were merely just one out of the thousands of faces he’d see every home game… right?

Wrong.

So very wrong.

Game 6 of the season is one that’s highly anticipated, a match against the defending champions of the national playoffs. You can feel the excitement in the air as you march out onto the field, the stadium packed to the brim, the fullest you’ve ever seen it, the cheers the loudest you’ve ever heard.

It’s a tight game and along with the crowd, you’re biting your nails as the score is at a tie. With only a few minutes to go and the ball in the opponent’s possession, everyone’s holding their breath, hoping to take it to overtime or to turn things around somehow.

Perhaps you wished hard enough because there’s a slip up and a player in your university’s defensive line is able to steal the ball, running towards the opposite side of the field but he only gets so far before he’s taken down. The team switches out for the offensive team, Jungkook stepping up to the plate, and you can feel the stadium as a collective begin to silently hope that he’d be able to bring the ball close to the end of the field but that would be an enormous feat, way too much to ask of the young boy, isn’t it?

There’s the sound of a whistle before a few vague words are being shouted out on the field and you watch as the players scuffle amongst each other, the ball miraculously finding its way into Jungkook’s hands amidst the commotion. Everyone squints, trying to make out what’s happening on the field and then they see it, a player breaking out from the makeshift initial line of players, hurtling down towards the end. The team jumps into action, taking down any opponents attempting to stop him and even with that, there’s still 2, 3 players who go after him, trying to bring him down with a tackle but he remains standing, breaking all their attempts with ease.

It’s Jungkook with the carry. Can he take it the distance???

With only one player chasing after him, the stadium rises to their feet watching nervously as his opponent catches up, closing in on him.

A loose grab on the ankle, a light stumble but it’s not enough to stop him because he powers on, running clear into the end zone painted in bright yellow.

He can!!! It’s touchdown for the Hawks! Jeon Jungkook proving time and time again just why he’s freshman of the week, every week.

The band breaks out into the school’s fight song, the cheers from the crowd ringing around the stadium as the team celebrates at the end zone. With a final kick, the ball goes between the posts and the whistle sounds, the team running out onto the field to celebrate another victory. The elation in the air is unbeatable and much of what happens next is a blur but all you know is that this is why you love game day so much.

Somehow at the end of the game, you end up on top of one of your band mate’s shoulder, playing song after song that’s part of the band’s repertoire, the football players joining in on the fun as they dance alongside the band while the crowd enjoys it all from the bleachers. The fans in the stands sing along to the familiar sound of the trumpets, flutes and trombones. This is definitely one for the books is what you find yourself thinking because this right here, was why you loved being in the band.

Game no.6 of the season would be a game that many would speak about for the rest of the season. The fierce competition, the tension in the air as overtime loomed above the players’ head and all the unusual touchdowns, those are only a few of the many reasons that made this match sensational. It’s an unforgettable day for everyone in the stadium but it couldn’t be any truer for both you and Jungkook, except for all the wrong reasons.

Disaster.

That’s the only way you can describe it and if you could relive this day, you’d make sure to stay as far away as possible from Jungkook because this is it… the end of your college career when it hasn’t even begun.

You’re not sure how it happened because one second you’re belting out the notes on your trumpet as you stay seated on your friend’s shoulder and the next second, you’re falling off, your elbow hitting Jungkook in the temple, hard. You can hear the screams of horror as you see the prized boy crumpling to the ground with you, him making a feeble attempt to catch you even in his daze.

Everyone rushes to push you off of him and when you finally realize what has happened, you panic, hoping he’s okay because fuck, he’s the goddamn golden boy of the school. Your head is throbbing with pain, radiating from the spot where your skull had hit the ground but you manage to get up anyway. Much to your horror, Jungkook is in a daze, his eyes struggling to open and you’re fighting your way amongst the crowd that has gathered around him just to beg him to wake up, to stand up.

“Oh god, Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” You cry, caressing the spot you had hit him. “Are you okay? You have to be okay.”

He blinks up at you for a moment before his eyes flutter shut and before you can apologize again, you’re being pulled away to make way for the medics. You retreat into the distance, feeling horrible as the people around you shoot you dirty looks, shaking their heads at you. Guilt washes over you like a tsunami as you watch Jungkook being lifted up onto a stretcher, disappearing down the tunnel.

“Way to go, Y/N,” The boy laughs. “I know you said you wanted to make a splash your freshman year but I don’t think this was the best way to do it.”

“Oh fuck off,” You groan.

“Now, now, is that how you should be talking to someone elder to you?”

“I’m so screwed, Tae,” You mumble, eyes downcast, the beginnings of a tear forming at the corner of your eyes.

“Crap, don’t— Look I was just teasing. It’s going to be fine,” He smiles before hugging you and you sigh, shutting your eyes as you return the gesture. “Come on, let’s go get your head checked out.”

Kim Taehyung. He’s insufferable, loud, annoying and a plethora of all things that makes you feel like punching him in the gut half of the time but he’s also your childhood friend so even if you wanted to get rid of him, you can’t… he knows far too many embarrassing facts about you for you to let him roam freely, out of your sight. You had grown up alongside him and Jimin in a small town an hour or two from campus and boy was it an experience. The three of you grew up on the same street, riding bikes around the neighbourhood, wreaking havoc at the local playground and trekking through the small forest to the lake hidden up in the hills. When Jimin received his athletic scholarship for basketball at the university and Taehyung earned his spot as a Kinesiology major, it was only right for you to work towards applying to the same school and that you did… as a kinesiology major too. Why do you have to copy everything I do? Taehyung whined but you all knew that he was more than happy to have you in his department because that meant he could continue his lifelong mission of making your life miserable.

Working for the school’s athletics department meant that Taehyung was part of the team that worked with athletes for injuries and pre-treatment. Like you, he had to be at every home game, except instead of playing the trumpet, he was in charge of attending to on-field injuries, like the one you have, the bruise on your head now almost the size of his palm.

You’re sat on the bed on the other side of the room, watching as the medics fuss over the now knocked out Jungkook and you can’t help but feel like evaporating into thin air as his concerned coach and teammates whisper and stare at you. Taehyung implores you to ignore them as he does a preliminary check-up and he let’s you know you’re in the clear, no damage done, he confirms, aside from the huge bump protruding from your scalp. You quickly try to rush out of the infirmary when he’s finally done but he doesn’t let you, insisting you stay for just a bit, for medical reasons he murmurs but really, he knows if he lets you go alone, there’s no telling what the angry mob waiting outside would do to you.

In the time that you lay in the bed opposite Jungkook, he’s been wheeled in and out of the room twice already, thankfully, completely awake though still looking rather dazed. A numerous amount of people have come knocking on the door just to see how he was doing but they’re all turned away in order for the boy to get some rest. You’re glad that though many have thrown some mean glares at you through the curtain that Taehyung had drawn, nobody has made their way over to give you a piece of their mind yet.

It’s when everyone leaves and only the three of you remain in the room is when you see Jungkook try to peer through the slit in the curtain and you pray he can’t see you.

“Is, uhh… anyone there?”

You freeze up in horror and glance over at Taehyung in fear. He tells you not to worry before stepping out behind the curtains.

“Hey buddy, how’s your head feeling?”

“Tae,” He smiles. “Hurts like a bitch but it’s all good.”

“That’s good to hear,” Tae laughs.

“How’s the uhh girl that fell over with me?” He murmurs, vaguely remembering that he’d only been able to break a part of your fall before everything went black.

“You mean the girl your fan club outside wants to lynch?” Tae questions in return and Jungkook laughs, shaking his head.

“It wasn’t really her fault though,” He sighs. “I tried to catch her too but I just… she’s okay, right?”

“Yeah Y/N— I mean… the girl, the girl… she’s fine,” Taehyung corrects as he smiles, hoping that Jungkook hadn’t caught your name and Taehyung knows you’re probably going to slam his head into a wall later for letting it slip.

There’s a rustling from the other side of the room, the pitter patter of your feet and Taehyung realizes too belatedly that it was you making a run for it.

“Y/N, wait!— Fuck,” Taehyung huffs just as the door slams. “I’ll be right back,” He offers a curt smile to a confused Jungkook before grabbing your shoes and chasing after you.

“Y/N,” He screams into the hallway, running after you. “Stop! I have your shoes!”

You halt, letting Taehyung catch up, only to tug violently at his ear when he stands in front of you.

“You piece of— Why did you tell him my name?” You groan while Taehyung drops your shoes, howling in pain as you continue to hold onto his earlobe. “Do you know what you just did? You just sent me straight to death row. All his friends and fans are going to come after me now. That’s it. Goodbye my social career.”

“To be fair, you didn’t really have one to begin with,” Taehyung laughs to himself before yelping as you tug at his ear again.

“Look, Jungkook isn’t going to do that,” He sighs, pinching you in the arm to force you to release his earlobe. “He’s not like that.”

“I just ruined his career,” You grumble. “There’s no telling what he will or won’t do.”

“He just has a mild concussion alright? Take it down a notch, won’t you? Drama queen,” He scoffs.

“It’s not just that… I mean, you heard what the staff said,” You murmur. “Talking about pursuing legal action against me…”

“None of that’s going to happen, okay?” Taehyung sighs. “It was just an accident. I know it, Jungkook knows it. I doubt he wants to press charges or whatever.”

You shuffle in your spot guiltily, still wishing you could just turn back time and prevent this nightmare from happening.

“Just put on your shoes, go home, take a long shower and ice that head, alright?”

You nod, slipping your feet into your shoes.

“And take the other exit… you know… just in case.”

You let out a quiet yes before giving him a small hug, a form of thanks for all that he’s done today and his words of comfort. Text me! He shouts as you walk away. The boy worries too much, you shake your head.

“So, Y/N? That’s her name?” Jungkook questions when Taehyung finally returns.

“Yeah,” Taehyung nods, as a few more workers shuffle in, getting ready to wheel Jungkook over to the main hospital building.

“Where are we going?”

“To the main wing,” Taehyung answers, catching a glimpse of fear on Jungkook’s face. “Don’t worry. They just want to keep an eye on you for tonight just in case… also, I want to go home and I can’t do that if you’re still in here,” He laughs.

“Wait, why didn’t Y/N have to stay? I think she hit her head pretty hard too.”

“Because she didn’t black out for a good 3 minutes.”

“That’s how long I was out?”

“Yup,” He exhales. “You had all of us worrying. Especially, Y/N… She’s still beating herself up over it.”

“Please tell her I’m doing fine,” He laughs. “Is… is that why she ran out?”

“Mmhmm, she wants my head on the chopping board for giving out her name. Thinks you’re going to come after her for, in her words, ‘ruining your career’,” Taehyung rolls his eyes and Jungkook chortles, shaking his head.

“Tell her it’s going to take a lot more than that to stop me from playing football.”

Y/N, Jungkook sighs. His little accident definitely isn’t the way he had imagined first meeting you but it’s good to finally be able to put a name to a face. You have a nickname amongst the football players, the trumpet girl, is what they call you because they’re not too creative you see. There were dozens of trumpet players on the band, many of them female but you are the trumpet girl because one of the players had spotted you before, his arm slung around your shoulder at the end of the game singing along to the alma mater song. He didn’t think too much of it but then he kept seeing you again and again… it was like you were everywhere. It’s that trumpet girl again! He had exclaimed to the team when he spotted you at the sports dining facility and so the name just stuck.

You truly were everywhere that they went and was it coincidence? The team thinks not because no matter the day, when they gather on the field at 7 am, they’d find you sitting at the patio that looked out over the practice field, occasionally looking up from your laptop to watch the boys play. They have a theory that you’re never really studying, that there’s a certain player on the team you’re in love with and that’s why you’re always there. There’s a bet going around on who could score you first. So far, all of them are doing poorly, considering they don’t even know your name… Well, except Jungkook of course after today’s encounter.

But, back to the topic at hand. If seeing you at every practice wasn’t enough, then they’d see you at every home game too, playing the trumpet loud and proud. They have a theory you’re only in band just to get close to the players… isn’t that why anyone was in band at all?

And if somehow, someone had managed to miss seeing you at all the practices and home games, they’d see you roaming around the physio centre where the players often visited for scheduled physiotherapy sessions, though Jungkook has noticed, you always seem to duck into the area reserved for the basketball team.

“Is Y/N a kinese major too?” Jungkook questions, peering up at Taehyung.

“She is,” He nods. “Sucker followed in my footsteps, always trying to copy me,” He shakes his head.

Jungkook had meant to ask what that meant but when he arrives at his assigned room, there’s so much commotion that he doesn’t even notice that Taehyung had long left. He lets out a deep sigh as he’s finally left alone for the evening, running his hand along the bandage wrapped across his head. He wonders if your head hurts just as bad as his did. He wonders if you’re alright.

You approach the band director early in the week, requesting for a switch out from the band that played for the football team, requesting instead to be put on the team that played for the hockey or basketball team. The director looks at you in shock, not understanding your wish to be pulled off the most coveted team but he lets you switch anyway, placing you into the basketball team band, a fact Jimin would probably be very happy to hear.

Though Jungkook has come out to say that the whole event was a misfortunate accident, you can’t help but feel it was entirely your fault. For the first time in the season, he is forced to miss the upcoming game under the advice of the team’s doctor and you don’t have to scroll through the announcement post to know that the entire student body hates you right now. For some reason, Jungkook and everyone involved decides to keep your name out of the incident report, the only knowledge made privy to the public is that someone from the band had been involved in the accident with their golden boy.

The band comes under heavy scrutiny, many asking for your identity to be released but the band community as a whole, stays silent… though that doesn’t mean they don’t hate you.

Quietly, you agree to all your seniors’ demands, that included running errands, cleaning their instruments for them and just about anything to make them hate you any less. You’re tired, upset and still feeling guilty but you carry on with your days, clocking into the physio centre when you’re finally done with all the band errands and all of your classes.

You power walk down the hallways, trying your best to avoid any of the football players or staff, before sliding into the room you’d usually find Taehyung in.

“Y/N, you’re looking chipper,” He comments, taking in your disheveled appearance and you only hold up a single finger as a warning.

“Let’s not go there,” You sigh, before you lift a small gift bag towards him. “Listen, can you pass this to Jungkook for me?”

“And here I thought you had brought me a gift for taking care of you that day.”

“I already bought you dinner yesterday to say thank you,” You grumble.

“Yeah, but I didn’t get a nice handwritten note,” He frowns, flipping it open to read it and you snatch it from him, placing it back into the bag. “Anyway, I’m heading over for his session now. You can give it to him yourself.”

You look at Taehyung incredulously, as if what he had just suggested was simply crazy, and to you it was.

“Just hand it to him for me, please,” You whine, passing the gift bag to him. “I have work to do too. See, Jimin’s already on my ass for being late,” You grumble shoving your phone in Tae’s face before you jog off towards the room Jimin was waiting in.

“Think fast!” Taehyung shouts as he barges into the room filled with football players, most laying atop table beds. Jungkook quickly sits up, catching the bag when it’s just inches away from his face.

“More gifts for the injured boy?” One of his teammates scoff as Jungkook looks through the bag, pulling out the letter. “Wow and fanmail! Cute. Did she attach a picture and leave a number? If yes, hand it over. You never call them up anyway.”

Jungkook unfolds the letter, ignoring his teammate, the smallest smile gracing his lips as he begins reading it.

Dear Jungkook,

I’m so so so sorry. I never meant to injure you, or hurt you and contrary to the comments going around, I didn’t do this to get your attention or any of the sort. I hope you’re feeling better despite the huge bruise on your head that was caused by me (sorry). I’m also really sorry that you have to miss the upcoming game. It’s my fault that you’re going to lose your freshman of the week streak but I mean, not to worry, everyone knows you would’ve been freshman of the week again if you were to play.

I know sorry can’t fix what I did but… sorry… again. Also, thank you for leaving my name out of the report. I totally appreciate it and I hope you and the team are resting well, knowing that I will no longer be on the field for any of the games for the remainder of the season. I hope Tae and the rest of the physio team treats you well and that you’ll be back on the field soon.

p.s: Tae tells me peanut butter cups are your favourite… so I bought you some… If you’re wondering, the answer is yes, I’m trying to buy your forgiveness with food. Please rest well and eat all of them (and forgive me).

Go Hawks!

(Also, one last time: I’m sorry!)

“What does she mean by she will no longer be on the field for any of the games for the season?” Jungkook questions as Taehyung begins to write down notes on behalf of the physiotherapist in the room.

“She withdrew from the football band team.”

“Who?” The player on the table bed behind Jungkook turns to ask.

“Our number one fan, the trumpet girl.”

“No! Why?” Asks the player sitting on the bench on Jungkook’s right.

“She thought it was for the best,” Taehyung shrugs. “She’s on the band for the basketball team now.”

“The ultimate betrayal,” The player gasps jokingly, referring to the friendly rivalry between the school’s football and basketball team. Both always in competition in who can bring more glory to the university’s name.

“Go get her back. We might lose without her.”

It’s some silly tradition the football team has but every year, they pick a freshman on the band to be their good luck charm and since they saw you everywhere anyway, they picked you. Their reasoning for that was that they knew you weren’t going to leave, that you’d be at every home game come rain or shine. So far, they seemed to be doing just fine, winning 3 out of 3 of their home games. Now whether that had to do with you or the mere fact that they had a solid team this year, nobody knows but, they didn’t want to have to find out either. They don’t want the next home game to come around and play knowing that their good luck charm wasn’t there, playing the trumpet from the stands.

“Huh?” Taehyung questions, unsure with what you had to do with them winning or losing the game but nobody answers him. “Why would you lose without her?”

Again, he’s met with silence and Taehyung simply brushes it off, chalking it up to weird football antics that he’s unaware about. Maybe they could hear the difference in the band if one trumpet player was missing and that affected their performance? Who knows?

“If you don’t want to do it, I’ll do it,” A player offers, a smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, no. I’ll do it, thank you very much.”

What the heck. No way would Jungkook turn down the first legit reason for him to go up and talk to you. I mean it’s not like he was dying to get to know you or anything… okay, maybe a little. Perhaps he wanted to win the stupid bet going on within the team too. Maybe he wanted to be the reason you watched them every practice. Maybe he wanted to be your favourite player like you were his favourite person in the band though he’ll admit he doesn’t know the slightest thing about band.

He remembers the first time he met you, it was a few weeks before school had officially started. The only people on campus at the time were athletes and band members, all called to campus early for training and in the band’s case, for tryouts as well. What you were doing that day in the athletic dining facility, he still hasn’t figured out till today but there you were standing in front of him taking the last available chocolate chip cookie and he lets out a low groan. It had been an exceptionally tough day for him, not performing as well in the benchmark tests as he had hoped. So there he was, standing in the dining facility drenched in sweat after having to run out in the hot sun for hours only to find that the only thing that could possibly make him feel better was in the hands of a complete stranger standing in front of him. With a huff, He moves forward to the cashier with his tray, hoping that his lunch could at least dull the disappointment he felt in himself. That’ll be $6, the cashier smiles and Jungkook reaches for his wallet only to find his student card missing and he groans, almost wanting to just scream at this point.

“Hey just put it on my card,” You call from behind him.

“What? No it’s fine…”

“Too late,” You smile as the cashier swipes the card you hand to her.

“T-thanks,” He looks to the cashier’s screen to find the name Park Jimin printed. “Jimin?”

Huh that didn’t seem right. Why would you have the same name as the school’s star basketball player.

“Yeah, you should be thanking Jimin,” You laugh. “Oh and have this… You seem like you need it more than I do,” You smile placing the cookie on his tray.

Before he can stop you, you’re scurrying off somewhere and his teammates are dragging him off somewhere else.

“You didn’t get a cookie? I thought you said that’s all you wanted,” Jungkook hears someone say.

“Ehh, didn’t feel like it anymore.”

He almost feels bad for letting you give him the cookie but as he takes a bite, he doesn’t really feel any of that regret anymore. Perhaps it was a mere gesture of kindness to you, paying for his meal and giving him that cookie but to him, it made his day, maybe even week and he remembers leaving the dining facility, phone in hand, scouring through the women’s basketball team to see if you were in there but to no avail. He didn’t see you for weeks, the picture of you smiling as you handed him the cookie was seared to the back of his mind, as if taunting him for not stopping to ask you what your name was so he could repay you. But then his teammate pointed you out, trumpet girl, that’s what they called you. Then he saw you everywhere which he wasn’t really sure was better because he always seemed to forget how to speak whenever he saw you on the field at the end of every home game.

Jungkook peers up every minute or so towards the patio during practice, hoping to catch a glimpse of you but for the first time ever, you’re nowhere to be found. He runs straight up there after practice ends to search for you but there’s no sign of you, not even crumbs of the pretzel pieces you always seem to munch on when you were watching the team play.

Luckily, the upcoming match is an away game, so they won’t be needing your luck but that doesn’t mean the team is any less anxious about the home game next week, one where at the moment, you’re not going to be attending. Jungkook tries to reassure the team that he indeed is actively looking for you but for the girl that used to be everywhere, this week you surely have made yourself scarce.

Taehyung refuses to tell Jungkook where he can find you, won’t even give him your number because you had warned Taehyung that if he gave anything away you’d make sure he’ll come home to a broken computer system. Your threats were usually empty but when it came to his computer, he wasn’t about to take any risks.

Since Jungkook won’t be playing the game on the weekend, he dedicates the rest of his week to trying to look for you. At this point he’s scoured every inch of the music building, the kinesiology building and the physio building. He even made the trip out to the band practice field at goddamn 6am to see you but apparently you weren’t at practice, instead off elsewhere running some errands.

“Do you know where I can find her? I just need to talk to her.” He mumbles. “It’s nothing bad I promise.”

The seniors in the band shuffle their feet around, not sure how to say yeah Y/N? She’s in the basement of the music building, cleaning up all of our gear as punishment for elbowing you in the head, for tainting the name of the band so, they simply shrug their shoulders. Jungkook finds the whole ordeal weird and unnerving because everyone was staring at him peculiarly, as if to say why are you actively trying to look for the person who assaulted you?

“You’re sure you don’t know where I can find her?” He asks again just to make sure and they simply shrug their shoulders, unwilling to tell him. Maybe it’s because they’re jealous he was looking for you. That the first time the star player graces their practice with his presence, he’s looking for the one band member that the band collectively hates at the very moment.

Time is still ticking and Jungkook has spent the good remainder of his week looking for you. He sighs, looking at his calendar only to find the words basketball neatly printed above the words football on the box reserved for the coming Saturday. Ah, that’s right. The first few games of the basketball season are to be played for the following weekends and to his knowledge… that’s just where you’re going to be, playing your trumpet for the men be considered to be his rivals on campus. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little hurt.

Jungkook manages to score last minute tickets to the game, attending it with a few others from his dorm. In some ways, he’s glad he’s got the weekend off, that he’s able to do what most other normal students would be doing with their Saturday. It’s a little odd to be participating in the cheering and chanting himself when most of the time he hears it from the field.

The squeaks on the wooden floorboards and the sound of the horn each time someone scores fills everyone with excitement. You could just smell the school spirit in the arena and of course it isn’t as grand as the football stadium but the excitement is all the same. Jimin takes the time to wave at you during the breaks and you shoo him away, not wishing to draw any attention to yourself, especially not when your band mates already dislike you… you didn’t want to give them anymore reason to hate you considering that you heard Jungkook had come looking for you just the other day and for some reason that had upset quite a few members of the band. You focus on doing your job and that was to play the trumpet (and silently cheer Jimin on). Though you feel even if you had been cheering for Jimin out loud, it wouldn’t have made a difference. He had fans aplenty and it’s no surprise because he’s been scoring three pointers all night, putting the team way in the lead.

The basketball game moves much faster than a football one and before you know it, it’s the end of the game and you’re playing the school song as one last hurrah before everyone leaves the arena. Perhaps it’s better after all being on the basketball band team… it left you with a lot more time on your hands anyway.

“How’d I play?” Jimin questions with a smile, slinging his hand across your shoulder as you grab your case, putting away your trumpet.

You shrug his hand off, glancing over at the remaining band members who were glaring at you.

“What? Why are you all looking at her like that?” Jimin growls out, making all of them look away, busying themselves with their equipment.

“Jimin,” You scold, quickly tugging him towards the exit. “You’re going to make things worse for me.”

“I just don’t understand why they all have their panties in a bunch over some stupid accident. Some of these band kids take all of this way too seriously,” He sighs, before he turns around to look back at them. “You think you’re all being slick with all that whispering but I can hear you!” Jimin shouts in the direction of the few remaining band members that were discussing you over hushed voices and you groan out aloud, wishing you could just swing your trumpet case at Jimin’s head.

“Jimin, seriously leave it,” You grumble. “You’re only going to make them hate me even more.”

“Are they actually still giving you shit about that stupid accident? Jungkook already—”

“Hey, uhh… Y/N?”

You jump in your spot when you feel someone tap you on the shoulder, whipping around to find Jungkook himself standing before you. You let out a worried whine, knowing for sure that rumours will be flying around come next band practice.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Jimin smiles. “Go on and tell her band mates that they’re being assholes for bullying Y/N over the incident between you and her last week.”

“They’re bullying you?”

“No, they’re not. Jimin is just—”

“They are! They’re working you like a dog and you’re just taking all of it for no reason,” He grumbles.

“It’s not—”

“Hey assholes look!” He shouts at them. “Jungkook has no problem with Y/N so stop being such fuc—” You slap your hand over Jimin’s mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence.

“Okay we’re leaving now before you completely destroy band life for me.” You exhale, pulling Jimin away as he continues to shout profanities once you pull your hand away from his mouth.

“Wait, Y/N!” Jungkook exclaims, chasing after the both of you. Jimin scurries into the locker room, leaving you alone and lost, completely defenseless. Son of a b—

Jungkook stops right in front of you, panting slightly and you really wish you were anywhere but here at the moment.

“Look, Jungkook” You begin. “I’m sorry for elbowing you in the head. I really am and I don’t know what everyone’s been telling you but really I’m trying my best to just lay low and if you could just pretend that I don’t exist, I would really —”

“I’m here to say thank you for the letter and the peanut butter cups,” He interrupts with a smile.

“Right… uhh that’s um no big deal. I mean I did knock you out so…”

“About that… How’s your head doing? Okay? I tried to break your fall but I don’t think I was much help,” He laughs.

“My head’s okay,” You smile. “The swelling has finally subsided but uh how’s your head? I’m sorry you know about—”

“I know,” He laughs. “You mentioned it about a 100 times in your letter. Really… it’s fine and you shouldn’t be apologizing anyway. It’s not your fault.”

“It is,” You frown.

“It isn’t. You were falling and I just jumped behind to try and catch you but it didn’t go down too well… obviously,” He laughs.

“I heard you quit the football band team.”

“Yeah…”

“Why?” He questions and your face scrunched up in confusion.

“Because you know I hit you in the head? And everyone hates me for it?”

“But it was just an accident.”

“Well, maybe… but you know you’re Jeon Jungkook, right?”

“And?” He asks, unsure what that was supposed to mean. “Anyway, just come back. I’d hate for you to have to leave over something so stupid.”

“It’s already done,” You shrug.

“Well reapply!”

“It doesn’t work like that,” You laugh.

“Look, you have to come back.”

“I can’t… and I don’t understand why this is so important to you,” You laugh.

“The band sounds horrible without you, that’s why. I heard them when I jogged by the band practice field. Out of tune,” He frowns, shaking his head.

“I doubt that’s true,” You snort.

“It is! You have to come to the game next week and hear it for yourself.”

“As much as I’d love to… I uhh have other band duties that I— Jimin!” You shout, as you see him duck out of the locker room. “All the best at the home game next week!” You smile before running after Jimin.

“Y/N— Wait!”

But you’ve already disappeared down one of the numerous hallways.

(this is a part of my unfinished fics collection! click here for more)

[bmaxwell]

Number 4: Planescape Torment

It’s exceedingly rare that a piece of work comes along, receives critical acclaim, and disappears. I know that Planescape Torment influenced a lot of gamers and a lot of writers. But it didn’t spawn a series, or spinoffs, or a reboot, and I suspect it never will. It did eventually have a spiritual successor in Torment: Tides of Numenera, but the link between the two games is pretty tenuous. It wasn’t until last year’s Disco Elysium that I played a game similar in feel to Planescape. 

I say this not to diminish its greatness in any way. My first inkling that I was becoming a grouchy old fucker was when I would get constantly annoyed by needless sequels, remakes, and reboots. Not everything needs to be revisited in the name of turning a profit. I understand why it happens, but DAMMIT do we have to rehash every success again and again until it no longer appeals? Can’t a thing just be great and then just be done?

That’s Planescape: Torment for me. We never got Nameless One in a kart racer, or an ARPG starring Annah. We never got Planescape Torment 2 where we figure out how to break the cycle. I don’t have to figure out how to juggle my feelings after a mediocre follow-up, a very solid third game, and a questionable spinoff. That’s part of why, 20 years later, Planescape still sits on a pedestal for me.

It’s also the poster child for “right game, wrong time” for me. It came out in a time when these isometric, pseudo turn based RPG’s were very popular. Baldur’s Gate I & II, Icewind Dale I & II (all of which had expansion packs) came out within a few years of each other, along with Planescape Torment. I remember trying Planescape, not getting hooked by it, and trying it again like a year later.

Planescape Torment is not a game without problems. It’s not something I’d have easily recommended, even in its day. The real time with pause combat is just okay here, and there’s a little too much of it. It does a great job of setting the story up at the very beginning, then forces you into the difficult scenario of trying to escape from the mortuary. And its premise of “You’re an immortal who has lost his memories and the object of the game is to die permanently” isn’t so novel in 2020 as it was in 1999.  

Planescape Torment’s strength is in its writing, and in its ability to craft a bizarre world fleshed out with characters I wanted to get to know better. So much of that would have been wasted without its top-notch voice acting and haunting score. There’s a LOT of writing, and a LOT of voice work in this game. It’s been many years, but I can still hear the voices of Morte, Annah, and Dakkon in my head as clear as day. The characters are shrouded in mystery in a way that is worthy of the weird world of Planescape. RPG’s so often have the flamboyant rogue, the pious cleric, the bookish wizard, and the tabula rasa protagonist. Planescape: Torment has:

- a floating skull named Morte. He’s the comic relief sidekick who is with you from the outset. He knows more about you than you do, and seems to know more than he is saying.

- Dak’kon, a warrior from another plane who has a deeply philosophical bent. He seems to be indebted to you. 

- Ignus, a perpetually burning man that you can rescue from The Burning Corpse tavern. 

- Fall-from-Grace: A succubus who owns and operates the Brothel for Slaking Intellectual Lusts. 

- Annah: a hot-tempered Tiefling voiced by Sheena Easton.

- Nordom: a construct from the plane of Order.

- Vhailor: an empty suit of armor; the embodiment of Justice.

All of these characters are beautifully written, as is the mystery that slowly unfolds about who you have been in the past, and what that means about who you are and who you can become. You’ve clearly wronged some people. If you have no memory of it, what does that mean to you? What do you owe them? What do they owe you? 

The game asks a central question: “What can change the nature of a man?” and so much of the game revolves around knowing oneself. A game tackling this kind of thing was pretty uncommon in that time. Apart from the story that went far beyond the swords and sorcery of other fantasy games, the setting itself is incredibly rich and unique. Sigil (the city where much of the story takes place) is a hub with secret gateways to and from every other plane of existence. That makes it a melting pot for many races, religions, and beliefs. Tattoos grant power. Words and beliefs have the ability to change the world. The city is kept safe*, even from the gods, by the enigmatic Lady of Pain. 

The more I type, the more I do wish for more games in this universe. But it is best not to be greedy. This game is a work of art that will stay with me always. Let Planescape Torment be a singular joy. And let it go.

* ”safe” being a relative term here

[puroresu-musings]

NJPW THE NEW BEGINNING in Sapporo 2020 Review (Feb 1st & 2nd, Hokkaido Prefectual Sports Centre)

(Feb 1st)

Tiger Mask & Yuya Uemura vs. El Phantasmo & Taiji Ishimori  ***

Togi Makabe, Tomoaki Honma & Toa Henare vs. Manabu Nakanishi, Hiroyoshi Tenzan & Yota Tsuji  **1/4

Will Ospreay, Ryusuke Taguchi, SHO & YOH vs. Zack Sabre Jr., El Desperado, Yoshinobu Kanemaru & DOUKI  ***1/4

Ryu Lee & Robbie Eagles vs. Hiromu Takahashi & BUSHI   ***1/2

Tetsuya Naito & SANADA vs. KENTA & Jay White  **3/4

Kazuchika Okada & Jon Moxley vs. Minoru Suzuki & Taichi  ***1/2

Tomohiro Ishii vs. EVIL  ****

NEVER OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: Hirooki Goto (c) vs. Shingo Takagi  ****1/2

(Feb 2nd)

Toa Henare vs. Yota Tsuji  ***

Togi Makabe, Tomoaki Honma & Yuya Uemura vs. Manabu Nakanishi, Hiroyoshi Tenzan & Tiger Mask  **1/2

El Phantasmo vs. Gabriel Kidd  ***

Hirooki Goto, Tomohiro Ishii & Robbie Eagles vs. Shingo Takagi, EVIL & BUSHI  ***3/4

Jon Moxley, Ryusuke Taguchi, SHO & YOH vs. Minoru Suzuki, El Desperado, Yoshinobu Kanemaru & DOUKI  ***3/4

Tetsuya Naito, SANADA & Hiromu Takahashi vs. KENTA, Jay White & Taiji Ishimori  ***1/2

BRITISH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: Zack Sabre Jr. (c) vs. Will Ospreay  ****3/4

Kazuchika Okada vs. Taichi  ****1/4

Photos.

The New Beginning shows kicked off with a two night stint in Sapporo, as has been the tradition of the last three years or so. Night 2 was great, but the first night of action suffered from a smaller house and a very cold crowd, which hurt pretty much every match on the card (you could easily have added an extra 1/4* at least to everything, had there been a better crowd). The audience had maybe 80% more face masks than usual, likely down to ongoing concerns regarding the Corona Virus, and as a result, it is obviously dificult to make much noise in a face mask, hence the unusual tepid response from the Hokkaido faithful.

The first night really picked up when Hiromu and Ryu Lee faced off for the first time since Takahashi broke his neck in 2018, in a very good doubles clash. On any other day, in front of any other crowd, this would have been easily a **** match, but alas, it wasn’t. It was still a fun, all-action outing, with the Lee/Hiromu exchanges being the undoubted highlight. The finish saw Robbie Eagles tap BUSHI out with the Ron Miller Special at the 11:47 mark, and set himself up as a potential next challenger to the Jr. strap, after Lee. Jay White pinned SANADA to further build heat for their impending match at Osaka-jo Hall next week in a decent, though overly long (18:42) tag match which built around Naito and KENTA’s fiery exchanges. This wasn’t anywhere near as good as the New Year Dash encounter between these teams, as it had a fraction of the crowd heat. Minoru Suzuki pinned US Champion Jon Moxley at 17:48 to end another decent doubles outing. This had some flaws that really hindered it, namely a lack of any real heat, and some really slopy exchanges at times, but was never anything other than entertaining. Taichi destroyed Okada in the post match with his mic stand. Okada made a comeback, but Zack Sabre Jr came in and locked a sleeper on, which brought out Will Ospreay, who was taken out with Zack’s Michinoku Driver. Taichi nailed Okada wih the dreaded Iron Fingers From Hell, a Black Mephisto on the ramp, then locked in the Stretch Plumb. This did a really good job building Night 2′s top matches.

Things really picked up next with the Ishii vs. EVIL match. Whilst this built to a hot closing stretch, there were moments where this was perfromed in front of almost total silence, which again, really brought this one down. After the usual EVIL chair nonesense, they started swinging for the fences which woke the crowd up. They slammed into each other with hard shoulder tackles and Lariats, before EVIL escapes a brainbuster attempt, hitting a German and the half-and-half suplex, only for Ishii to fire back with a big Dragon Suplex of his own. EVIL fought back immediately with a headbutt and Lariat for a near fall. After an exchange of Lariats, Ishii nailed some headbutts, another big Lariat, and the Vertical Drop Brainbuster to take the win at 21:14. As I say, this ended up being an excellent match, they won the crowd over in the last few minutes, but it took a while getting there. 

And in the main event, Hirooki Goto defended the NEVER Openweight Title against Shingo Takagi. This is their third match together, and I had their previous two at ****3/4 each. Watching this show, I just knew they probably weren’t going to reach those heights. And unfortunatley, they didn’t, but still had another excellent battle regardless. Again, much like the previous match, the same old story here was the quiet crowd, as these guys worked their behinds off, having a really hard-hitting and compelling bout. The closing stretch saw Shingo hit a second rope Death Valley Bomb for a near fall, and Goto hit his old Kaiten sunset flip bomb off the top for a near fall of his own. They had an exchange, before Goto hit a draping reverse GTR for another near fall. Shingo hits his own version of GTR, then scores a near fall with a massive Pumping Bomber. Goto turns a Last Of The Dragon attempt into Shouten Kai for another great near fall, and they had an intense headbutt and forearm exchange, which was the loudest reaction all night. Goto nails a headbutt, then the reverse GTR. he tries the regular version, but Takagi turns it into Made In Japan for a near fall. Shingo follows that up with Last Of The Dragon to end the match and win the title at the 20:10 mark. As I’ve written ad nauseam in this review, the lack of crowd heat was a pretty big detriment to this show, and nowhere was it more obvious than here. This could easily have been a MOTY contender in front of another crowd, but as it is, it was just excellent. Though I must say, I’m very excited about the Shingo win here as it offers up a plethora of potentially great programs, whereas realistically, there wasn’t much more Goto was going to do with the belt. He had a brief exchange with SHO in the post match, which should be interesting.

The second night had a considerably livlier, and bigger crowd (over a thousand more) which enhanced this show exponentially. The first great match of this show saw the CHAOS trio of Ishii, Goto and Robbie Eagles, victorious over the LIJ team of Shingo, EVIL and BUSHI. Shingo and Ishii brief battle was the highlight here, and I hope we get to see a NEVER title encounter between the two soon. The finish saw Eagles lock BUSHI in the Ron Miller Special as Goto and Ishii both hit Ushigoroshi’s on Shingo and EVIL respectively, meaning the masked man had no choice but to tap at 9:42. Eagles gets another big win here. Moxley and Suzuki had a wild, non-stop brawl throughout the next 8 man tag, which was better than anything either did the previous night. Taguchi submitted DOUKI with the Ankle Lock after 13 minutes of fun action, to score another big win himself, as Moxley and Suzuki brawled through the crowd to the back. There’s a chance that Funky Weapon is also being built to challenge for the Junior Title at some point soon. And in another all-action outing, SANADA submitted Ishimori with Skull End to win a very good 15:34 bout. Everyone looked really good here, and again, the story was KENTA and Naito’s brawling, hyping up their Double Title Match next week.

The British Heavyweight Title Match between ZSJ and Will Ospreay was, by far, the best match all weekend. This was a fantastic outing between two of the smoothest, most consistent workers out there today. It went 27:04, but never felt like it, and I probably could have easily watched an hour of this. It started off as a great technical battle, before breaking down into the big moves and near falls you’d expect. The story to this was that Ospreay has never beaten Zack, and with the title being on the line for the first time ever in Japan against two native British wrestlers, Will was more determined than ever. ZSJ constanly had a counter to Will’s signature spots, but Ospreay would always find a way out of Sabre’s counters. After countering a Hidden Blade into a Breaks Special, Ospreay made the ropes. Zack tried the Michinoku Driver, but Will turns it into a reverse brainbuster for a two count. Ospreay escapes a European Cluthc and hits a big head kick, then they had a great sequence in which Sabre Jr kept escaping Storm Breaker attempts, finally locking in a triangle, but Ospreay free’d himself with a powerbomb. A Shooting Star Press gets a near fall for Ospreay. Will tries Storm Breaker again, but ZSJ turns it into a Manjigatame, then pulls Ospreay to the mat, turning it into a grounded Cobra Twist, the same move he won their G1 match with, and adds a leg triangle for added measure. Will struggles for the ropes but eventually passes out, and Red Shoes calls for the stoppage win for Sabre. This was an incredible, and almost perfect wrestling contest.

This left a lot for the main event to follow, but whilst it wasn’t as good, they still had an excellent match. The major problem with this is that nobody, not even in his hometown, realistically bought Taichi having a snowballs chance in Hell of winning this one. And to make things even more problematic, it went a whopping, and completely unnecessary 31 minutes. Had this been 10 minutes shorter, it would have been even better, but it did get a bit long in the tooth. It started slow (really slow), but the final 12 minutes were great. After bludgeoning Okada with a chairshot, and getting a near fall with an Axe Bomber, Taichi went to the old Kawada play book, hitting a head kick and locking on the Stretch Plumb, but Okada refuses to quit. Taichi lets go and makes the cover for a near fall. Okada hits the dropkick, but Taichi counters a Rainmaker attempt into another Stretch Plumb, but Okada escapes, trying a Tombstone. Taichi escapes that and hits the Dangerous Backdrop three times, for a great near fall. They traded Yakuaza Kicks in the middle, before Taichi hits a dropkick of his own, and goes for Black Mephisto, but Okada counters into a short Rainmaker. Okada tries another, but Taichi bumps the ref, hits a low blow, and a super close near fall with the Gedo Clutch. Taichi back to the Kawada playbook with a Gamengiri and the folding press Powerbomb gets another near fall, but Okada caught a Superkick and hit the spinning Tombstone, then the Rainmaker to end the match at 30:53. Okada told Taichi to “go home” in the post match, thanked the fans for coming out, and told them he’d see them on the impending Hokaido tour in July.

NDT

[tornrose24]

Random thoughts about Detective Pikachu

SPOILERS AHEAD! ONLY CLICK IF YOU SAW THE MOVIE!

-Instantly recognizing the ‘They’re outside’ line.

-Watching Tim trying to catch the Cubone and thinking ‘you got to weaken it first, idiot!’

-Acknowledging where Cubone’s skull came from must of come across as morbid to those unfamiliar with it.

-Holy cow, was that Red? The Japanese looking trainer wearing red with the hat?!

-Howard was suspicious from the start.

-Lucy’s Psyduck is a LOT preferable to Misty’s Psyduck.

-Lucy annoyed me at times tbh.

-Detective Pikachu (DP) is the best character in the film.

-I got mighty suspicious at how little they showed Harry and that his hands showed that he was white. I was starting to wonder if Ryan Renyolds was also going to end up being Harry.

-The more adult/teen jokes were actually funny.

-I honestly thought the ‘R’ was in reference to Team Rocket and was expecting them to show up.

-Mr. Mime was funny and I was surprised how Tim (aka the film) decided to go dark with the gasoline bit.

-Ms. Norman (AKA Ditto’s more human form) had a cool design... the eyes were creepy though.

-Actually that twist with Norman was awesome and I didn’t see it coming. And now it establishes just how dangerous Dittos can be.

-Hearing that instrumental from the first season of the anime! GAH! MY HEART! LOVE IT!

-Actually the score was AWESOME!

-Gengars are FREAKING scary in the real world.

-The whole bit with the Magikarp. Especially when it turned into Gyarados.

-Well... never going to look at Greninja the same way again.

-The realization that Mewtwo was most likely the one from the first anime movie! Twenty years ago? Kanto?! I got chills on that one.

-The bit where Pikachu getting badly hurt with the tiny rock barely made sense beyond 1. Pikachus are weak against rock types to begin with and 2. How fast was that rock going?

-I liked that Mewtwo was actually nice in this one.

-DP singing a depressing rendition of the Pokemon theme from the anime made me laugh so hard.

-The reveal of the mind transfer thing made me think ‘Oh crap, Harry’s controlling Pikachu, isn’t he?!’ I wanted that to be true as the film kept going.

-But JEEZ! Never let Mewtwo talk with his mouth ever again please! (I know he was taken over by Howard, but... yeah).

-I don’t think a Pokemon would like it if I was controlling their body thanks to fusion.

-Mewtwo vs DP on the Pokemon Floats instantly reminded me of Smash Bros Melee. I thought that was a great reference.

-Actually, can we acknowledge seeing PIKACHU VS MEWTWO equals sheer awesome?! I don’t think I’ve seen it outside the games and it’s just amazing to see those two well known Pokemon fight.

-Then there’s the symbolism behind the whole fight when hindsight comes into play (because it’s really two fathers with different views of helping others fighting each other and it just so happens that the good one is inside a more humble, smaller, but still strong Pokemon while the more dangerous one is inside a powerful legendary).

-PD FINALLY using his powers and unleashing an impressive Volt Tackle. That was incredible.

-The confirmation that DP was indeed Harry inhabiting Pikachu’s body might have been an easy to figure out plot twist but I loved it since it meant Tim was able to get along with his dad again thanks to DP.

-Though I was scared that the original Pikachu was willing to sacrifice it’s life so that Harry could have a body to survive in. Thankfully the cutie was still alive. But seriously, that is one sweet, loyal Pikachu that deserves a lot for what it was willing to do.

-It was nice to see that Renyolds was indeed playing Harry... but I got to admit that Renyolds was actually rather attractive looking with that scruffy looking facial hair and glasses combo.

-And yay, Tim stays to follow in his dad’s footsteps and hang out with him and Pikachu!

-THE ENDING CREDITS! First the recreation of the first game opening and then seeing the characters in the video game art style was amazing! And it made me realize just how diverse the cast is.

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Chance Meeting

Chapter Four

Turtles and Reader

 The next few days you found yourself slowing down as you passed the empty alleyway Leonardo and Raphael had left you in, hoping to see large shadows waiting for you. There were so many unanswered questions, and you kicked yourself for leaving so soon just to get some fucking sleep. The one chance in your life to have something exciting happen and you needed your goddamn beauty sleep. Which you didn’t get and haven’t’ been getting the past few nights. So it was just a colossal waste of time and you blew it. You probably would never see them again, never see him again and that stung more than you cared to admit.

Maybe if you went down that manhole looking for them? Perhaps you could find them….or you would get lost in the catacombs of New York’s vast maze of sewers and die alone. Yeah, that didn’t sound like too much fun. They probably weren’t even thinking about you, just an afterthought of another night watching the city. That was another question haunting you, what were they doing out there that night? Were they protecting the city, patrolling for crimes to bust?

You had plans on going home and vegging out in front of the TV like you always do but a call from the Chief of police Rebecca Vincent had you making a detour to the New York police station. She needed you to make a statement and hopefully identify them to keep the assholes behind bars for several years. You didn’t really feel like reliving that horrible moment, but it was your duty to keep them off the streets.

Passing through the metal detector at the front door you were greeted by Rebecca herself and what seemed like her assistant. A warm but firm handshake and you were off to her office, the assistant bringing up the rear.

Entering her office, you gasped seeing the woman you had helped that night sitting on a chair waiting anxiously. Her face was black and blue and puffy from the assault. Her lip was busted but seemed to be healing nicely a dark red scab covering the wound and her left arm in a cast. Her dull green eyes lit up seeing you walk through the threshold and shot to her feet her arms latching around your neck in a hug.

“Omg! It’s you! Thank you thank you thank you!” she babbled between shaky sobs. You could feel her begin to tremble as she tried to hug you tighter but her broken arm prevented a strong grip.

You helped her and wrapped your arms around her completing the embrace. You too could feel the hot sting of tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“It’s ok, I’m just glad you’re ok.” You whispered trying to keep your emotions in check.

After a few long moments the woman finally let you go looking into your eyes before sitting back down on the chair she had started in.

Rebecca Vincent looked at both of you knowingly placing her hand on a closed manila envelope. |I know you both don’t care to revisit this day but I’m afraid we must. We need each of your statements and a line up has been set up for you both to look at to identify the men that assaulted you. But don’t worry they cannot see you.” Her voice was calm and reassuring, you wondered how many times she had to do this? Probably too many times to count which sent a cold shiver up your spine.

It only took 30 minutes for both of you to give your statements. You had learned the woman you saved was named Luca and she was on her way home from a study group that night. They had come up behind her groping and laughing before shoving her into the alleyway to attack her. Your fists clenched into angry balls listening to her recount the fight she had to put up to protect herself, her sobs reverberated through your skull fueling your rage.    

After she was finished you told your story and you felt Luca reach over covering your balled up fists with her soft hand. She was trying to sooth you as you relived the moment in your mind. Your voice began to falter when you neared the end of your story, you had thought you were going to die where you were saved by four massive mutant turtles. What should you say? You obviously can’t say the truth. They would think you were batshit crazy. Before you could finish Rebecca coughed startling you to a stop. Your eyes met hers, you could see the hesitance in her gaze.

“That’s when the officer found you right?” She finished for you thankfully. You had forgotten she knew about them.

“Yes, yes I’m sorry. It all happened so fast, I was dizzy from the blows to the back of my head and the lack of oxygen. The officer came out of nowhere and saved me tackling the guy to the ground.” You took a few deep breaths, you hated lying but this was something Luca didn’t need to know about. Hell you shouldn’t even know about them.

The walk to the lineup was excruciatingly long. You wanted this over and you wanted them behind bars. Entering into the dark room you looked into a large room behind what you assumed was a two-way mirror that was sound proof. There was a large white board on the wall with measurements to get the assailants height. Rebecca pressed the red button on the wall and told the other person on the next line to send them in.

After a few moments six men marched into the room looking very angry and stood a few feet away from each other their back against the white wall. Your gut rolled in knots recognizing all three of the men who attacked you both and by the look of Luca’s face she recognized them too.

“Ladies?” Rebecca started. “Do you recognize anyone in the line up from that night?”

You both nodded and at the same time answered. “Two, Four and Five.”  

As if they could hear you the last one who nearly killed you laughed and pointed at the mirror rubbing his crotch. “Ladies, I know you’re there. When I get out I’ll find you and finish what we started.”

“Bring it motherfucker.” You hissed under your breath ready to punch the glass that separated you from that scum. If he wanted a rematch you’d give him one. This poor excuse for a human wasn’t going to scare you; you would fight if you had too. He wasn’t going to affect your life, you were no helpless sheep.

“Please note both victims identified perps Two, Four and five as their assailants and please note what Five threatened and his lewd gesture.” Rebecca called to her assistant before pressing the red button again to remove them from your sight.  

That night was the first night in a while you slept well, Luca and you have identified them without hesitation and that idiot pretty much confessed right to the chief of police. Rebecca said with the samples they pulled from Luca when she went to the hospital that night matched all three of the men and would mean a slam dunk in court. Those assholes would be found guilty.

The next day at work was easy, it was Friday and the boss was gone today so the usual stress wasn’t looming in the air. A rep had shown up bringing bagels for the office which was a score for the day as well. Now the day was over and it was time to get out of here for the weekend. Saying goodbye to your co-workers you headed out into the night towards your car. As usual your eyes scanned the alleyway and found nothing but you decided to walk over to it anyways. Not entering into the darkness you stood there eyes drawn to the dumpster that the back of your head had met several times. A phantom pain throbbed unexpectedly and you rubbed it away.

“Are you looking for anything in particular Ma’am?” A voice suddenly came in the darkness catching you off guard.

The familiar faces of Leonardo and Donatello emerged from the shadows their eyes solely on you. This was the first time you had seen them out of their home and without the haze of a concussion. On the back of Leo you could see hilts of twin katanas strapped to his back with his harness and the ends of the hilts were wrapped in blue ribbon with tails whipping in the wind. Behind Donnie was a long bo staff but it looked like it was modified? Like there were electric prongs at each end? Was it electrified?

There was a long silence before you realized you hadn’t said anything back to the two mutant turtles. You coughed sheepishly and stepped into the opening of the alleyway towards the turtles, away from prying eyes.

“I might have been looking for someone? What’s it to ya?” you felt a little bold coming from a good day at work and the look Leo was giving you gave you a boost of confidence. You licked your lips and by pasted the blue turtle making sure to brush up against him slightly to get to Donnie. You had only one other interaction with Leo but there was something with him tonight? His playful posture and his eyes were electric. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him turn to follow your body into his brother’s arms. You heard his tongue click in the back of his throat in a silent retort.

Donnie saw the hug coming so he leaned down accepting your embrace wrapping his arms around you picking you up off the ground. Setting you back down on the ground your feet shuffled back into something hard, looking up you because painfully aware your backside was pressed up against Leo’s hard plastron.

Leo rested his large hands on your hips steadying you but kept you right where he wanted you, against him. Without you knowing he took a deep breath taking in your smell, sweet and intoxicating just like the other night. It hadn’t diminished in the slightest to his delight.

“The lair has been abuzz since your quick presence the other day. We came up here wondering if you wanted another trip down if you had any more questions for us?” Leo leaned down almost whispering in your ear, his lips brushing the top of your earlobe.

He was deliberating trying to make you feel hot and bothered and it was working. Heat, unbearable delicious heat shot to the apex of your thighs when the hot breath from his mouth skimmed over the sensitive skin of your neck. You tried not to squeeze your legs together to squelch the throbbing he had started but your body was moving involuntary at this point and he had noticed. The jerk, what was he getting at? He had to have realized your attraction to him; you were practically drooling that night in their home, which was the only logical explanation for this sexual tension between you two. You had only met them once but he was unquestionably playing to that. The question was, did he return the attraction or was he just playing with you?

Chapter Three

Chapter Two

Chapter One

[hazyheel]

NJPW G1 Climax 2019 Day 5 Review

Our night kicked off with Lance Archer vs. KENTA. A first time matchup, given that Kenta has never been in New Japan before. Archer had a genuinely startling height advantage here. He is 6′8, while Kenta was 5′8. That is huge. Archer pushed Kenta to the ground to start things off, just a sign of disrespect. Kenta started to kick at the legs and midsection, which quickly brought Archer to his knees. However, whenever Archer wanted to take Kenta down, he would just give him a shoulder tackle and put him on the mat. Early on, Archer tried to give Kenta a chokeslam to the outside, only for some Young Lions to catch him, so Archer wiped them all out with a somersault senton. The ref started to count as Archer beat down Kenta on the outside, so he attacked the timekeeper to stop the count. Archer then started to mock Kenta by referring to him as Hideo. Archer was very violent towards the ref during the match, constantly threatening him and throwing him around, so Kenta was not the only one who found Archer challenging. Kenta kept trying to soften Archer up with kicks wherever he could land them, but Archer just refused to stay down. Archer tried for the EBD claw, but Kenta nearly reversed it into an armbar, so Archer opted for a huge lariat instead. Archer then went for blackout, but Kenta countered into a sleeper hold, lowering Archer to the mat and hitting a pique kick to the chest. Kenta then went for the Go to Sleep, but Archer reversed into the EBD Claw submission, and then even a muscle buster for a near fall. Archer then hit a last ride, but Kenta still kicked out. He then went for a chokeslam, but Kenta reversed it into a triangle choke. He transitioned the triangle into a game over for the submission win. Kenta: 6, Archer: 4.

Grade: B. Pretty good match. It was really fun to see how Kenta would deal with his much larger opponent. The answer was a lot of kicks to the midsection and legs, and finally wearing him down with submission holds. It was a gritty win, but Kenta made it to six points, still in the lead of the block. Good match that showed a different side of Kenta, and Archer had his first loss. Big stuff here. 

Next up was EVIL vs. SANADA. These two have only fought once before, with Sanada coming up with the win. Evil has been anticipating this match a lot recently, as he felt like he wasn’t given the same opportunity as Sanada, due to his championship match back in May. He wants to break out of the stable with this match, and create a new name for himself. Sanada started out with several dropkicks, and quickly went for the moonsault, but Evil got out of the way. Evil actually grabbed a chair after avoiding the moonsult, sliding it in and distracting both Sanada and the ref, using that to take down Sanada early. The two then battled for position, with Sanada looking for the paradise lock and Evil looking for a scorpion deathlock. Evil was able to lock Sanada in a paradise lock, posing with his foot on Sanada’s back before giving him the glut dropkick. The two were actually vicious here, totally ready to beat the living crap out of each other. They both know each other’s moves so well that they were constantly reversing and countering each other’s moves. Sanada quickly ramped up his attack after he realized that Evil wasn’t pulling punches and started to focus on Evil’s base. He constantly attacked Evil’s knees, which was mixed in with some of his usual offense. Evil opted to target the back of Sanada, throwing him into the barricades and generally assaulting him mercilessly. Evil even bent the rules a little bit, such as shoving the ref into Sanada, and even using the ref as a tag partner to hit the magic killer. It took the entire match, but Sanada was actually able to lock in skull end, but Evil reversed it into a skull end of his own, which prompted Sanada to drill Evil with everything is evil for a close near fall. Sanada again went for the moonsault, but was thwarted again when Evil got his knees up. Sanada was again able to lock in skull end, throwing Evil around but getting caught in a small package as he did. Evil went for everything is evil, but Sanada scored an inside cradle for a near fall. Evil then began to destroy Sanada with lariats, eventually nailing Sanada with everything is evil for the win. Evil: 4, Sanada: 2. 

After the match, Evil offered the fist bump, which Sanada answered. So the two are definitely staying together, both as a stable and as a tag team. 

Grade: A-. A great match between two teammates who know each other incredibly well. They had an interesting clash of styles that blended perfectly, along with the fact that they just kept countering out of each other’s signature offense. Evil had a huge chip on his shoulder coming into this match, so I think it makes a lot of sense for him to get the win. Maybe they are giving Evil a decent singles push, who knows? We will have to see if he is able to beat Okada again this year, we could see evil in the world championship picture.

Into Bad Luck Fale vs. Kazuchika Okada. They are 4:3 in favor of Okada, so very close, but it is interesting to note that Okada has never beaten Fale in a tournament. Before the match, as he was making his entrance, Bad Luck Fale attacked Okada on the way to the ring. Fale was beating down Okada even before he came out. It took Okada a while to get his wind back, and the second he started to beat down Fale, Fale distracted the ref and Chase Owens and Jado beat him down on the outside. Okada continuously tried to slam Fale, it worked as both a central theme of the match, and as a contstant downfall for Okada, At one point, Okada tried to hit the bodyslam, but he couldn’t keep him up and ended up eating a splash from Fale. He was finally able to give Fale a body slam, and then followed it up with a tope con hilo to Fale, Owens and Jado when Fale rolled out. Okada kept up the attack from there, focusing on the neck and chest. Okada had it won with a rainmaker, but Fale threw Red Shoes into him before Okada could complete the move. That allowed Chase Owens to run in and assist Fale in hitting the grenade. Even after Okada was able to dispatch Owens, Jado nailed Okada in the back with the kendo stick as he ran the ropes. He held Okada in place as Fale ran at him, but he dodged and took out Jado. He tried to give Fale a neckbreaker, but Fale rolled through, only for Okada to sit down on him and steal a pin. Okada: 6, Fale: 2. 

After the match, Fale tried to attack Okada, but Okada put him down with a dropkick and gave him a salute as he layed on the outside. 

Grade: C+. These guys always have a slow match, and while it was okay, it just didn’t really do it for me. For whatever reason, Bullet Club interference bothers me a lot more than Suzuki-Gun, so I guess they are either effective heels or just annoying. Okada deserves this win, and I like that it came in a non-dominant form. It keeps up the story that Okada cannot seem to beat Fale in the tournament, although he did score a victory here. I’m glad Okada won here. And Fale is untouchable, no losses actually hurt him.

Then we had Zack Sabre Jr vs. Hiroshi Tanahashi. These two have gone back and forth with wins, but Sabre leads their series with 3:2. As Tanahashi entered the ring, Sabre made sure to kick the young lion Tsuji off the ropes, just being a dick in general. Neither man has won a match yet, so both were battling for their first points. The two started to grapple early on, with Sabre starting the match off with the cravat, but quickly transitioning into a heel hook where both were jockeying for postiion. The interesting part of this match was the Sabre has two spots that he can focus on: both the formerly injured elbow and the ever decaying knees. However, as the match progressed, Tanahashi was really going hold for hold with Sabre. Both are great grapplers, but Sabre is considered the best at it in the world. The two then traded flash pins for a while, until Tanahashi was able to convert one into a twist and shout. The two then battled over a crucifix to a stalemate, with Tanahashi breaking it by hitting a slingblade. Tanahashi tried to get in a backbend pin, but Sabre kicked out and was able to lock in an armbar. He then transitioned into a sort of grounded octopus, targetting the repaired arm. Tanahashi sold it it great, like he was in too much pain to go on and barely made it to the ropes. Tanahashi fought back with Dragonscrew leg whips, a slingblade, aces high and almost the high fly flow, but Sabre got the knees up and locked in a triangle. While still in the triangle, Tanahashi stacked him up and got the pin. Tanahashi: 2, Sabre: 0.

Naturally, after the match Sabre threw a tantrum because he lost. I love this side of him, he is such a dick. 

Grade: A. This was leaps and bounds ahead of their match at the MSG show. I thought that match was much less smooth and didn’t have much of a story, while this showed the very entertaining grappler side of Tanahashi. He was in there showing the submission master what he could do, and actually nearly tapped him out at a couple of points. Sabre looked great here too, totally selling the frustration both during the match and after his loss. His story is certainly an intriguing one in this tournament. I’m happy to see Tanahashi finally get a win, because his story of going from the winner to the loser would not have been nearly as entertaining. 

And in the main event, we had Kota Ibushi vs. Will Ospreay in a Wrestle Kingdom rematch. That match earlier this year was their only match, and Ospreay came out on top. That was the match that I was most looking forward to at Wrestle Kingdom, and here in the A Block as well. The two traded clean breaks early on as they felt each other out. They started with some grappling, and the two of them actually looked pretty good on the mat. They then got into tests of strength, with Ibushi being much stronger. As the two started to pick up the pace a bit, Ospreay started to work over the ankle, a great strategy to both neutralize Ibushi’s kicks and to soften up his base. However, that did not stop Ibushi from delivering a blistering kick to Ospreay’s chest. When Ibushi had control, he targeted the neck, the subjuect of several injuries in the past. The two then traded signature moves and some counters, with everything looking way better with the two of them doing it. The two then traded both strikes and kicks in the center of the ring, at inhuman speeds. As Ospreay went for the stormbreaker, Ibushi countered with almost a deadeye variant on a piledriver that was very scary to see. Ibushi followed it up with an insane last ride for another near fall. Ospreay later tried for stormbreaker again, only for Ibushi to counter with a package piledriver, but Ospreay even countered that into a rollup. Ibushi kicked out and Ospreay nailed him with the high angle powerbomb of his own. Ospreay then peppered Ibushi with kicks and tried for the super os cutter, only for Ibushi to push him back into the post, leaving him hanging in a tree of woe and lighting him up with both kicks and hard slaps. The two jockeyed for position on the top rope, with Ibushi eventually hitting the second rope german, but Ospreay actually flipped out of it! Then he fucking rocked Ibushi with the hidden blade to the side of the face, but Ibushi barely got his hand on the rope. Ospreay then nailed Ibushi with a stiff kick to the face, and hit the os cutter for an incredible near fall. Ibushi then fought back into the match by sliding out of the stormbreaker and hitting a scary Michinoku driver for a near fall. Ospreay tried for another hidden blade, but Ibushi saw it coming and hit a back elbow, a great lariat and the bomaye for still another near fall! Ibushi finally hit the Kamagoye for the win after a war of a match. Ibushi: 2, Ospreay: 2.

Grade: A+. This was an incredible match and an incredible main event. For a relatively low stakes match in the tournament, they killed it in getting people invested. They absolutely destroyed each other in the ring and hit the biggest moves that they could think of. I hope that both of them were okay after this match, because it looked like a goddamn murder in that ring. The counters were off the charts, every move was smooth as glass, and every kickout had me changing my mind for who I wanted to win. This was my favorite match of the tournament so far, and possibly my favorite match of the year, regardless of promotion. They tore the house down, and they so deserve every push that they are getting. Ibushi finally got his first two points and can get on the road to winning the tournament, while Ospreay had a fantastic showing that proved he can hang with one of the best wrestlers in New Japan. Five stars, Match of the Night, match of the tournament, match of the goddamned year so far. If you couldn’t tell, these are my two favorite wrestlers in the world. 

[formerlyrunephoenix6769]

Goal!

Summary.

Domestic Widowtracer. Lena gets a delightful surprise when Amelie watches the World Cup.

--x--

Lena sat crossed legged on the sofa, cosy in her pj bottom’s and England jersey as she slurped on her noodles, watching in fascination as Amelie yelled in French at the TV. Lena thinks Amelie is swearing now, having been on the receiving end of similar sounding words many times. Who knew that the refined French woman would become so unravelled over 22 grown ass men chasing a ball?

One of the players dived to the ground putting on a performance that an academy award winning actress would be proud of!

“Get up!” Amelie screamed, as she ran her hands through her hair, causing her usually pristine pony tail to become slightly askew. For a brief moment, Lena was convinced she could see a flush come to her partner’s cyan skin.

So this is what got the former sniper’s dander up?

One of the opposing team’s players tripped up a French striker in a way that even the former Overwatch operative was willing to agree was a wanker move. Widow jumped off the sofa screaming,

“Come on Ref!!!! Are you blind???”

Lena stopped mid chew, noodles dangling out of her mouth, chop sticks paused in mid air as Widow turned, a slightly terrifying look on her face, demanding,

“Lena, did you see that?”

Lena nodded wide eyed, not willing to admit that she had given up on following the match a good while ago having found something else far more entertaining.

“Gaaaa! Sacre bleu.”

Throwing her hands up in frustration and her pony tail bobbing, Amelie stalked from the sitting room disappearing into the depths of the apartment.

Lena returned to stirring her noodles with her chop sticks, brown eyes glued to the tv screen as the ball continued being passed back and forth. Minutes passed before suddenly a French striker, taking advantage of a Croatian mistake, broke through the opposing defence to sweetly chip the ball into the top left corner of the net. The roar of celebration in the stadium filled the sitting room.

Suspicious of Widow’s sudden quiet, Lena called out,

“Babe?”

Curiosity getting the better of her she placed her noodle bowl on the coffee table before padding barefoot through the apartment. “Babe?” she called out a little louder noticing their bedroom door slightly ajar, soft light spilling into the hallway. Peering through the door the former pilot stated,

“Babe, you just missed a goal.”

Widow was hunched over, seemingly in a world of her own, typing furiously on a light screen the back light casting her features in an eerie glow.

“Luv,” Lena asked with piqued curiosity, “Whatcha doing?”

She entered the room peering over Widow’s shoulder quickly reading the screen before in one swift move she slammed off the lightpad, exclaiming, “You can’t assassinate the referee!”

Widow’s eyes narrowed as she huffed,

“I can’t see why not! He is an idiote!”

Lena grabbed the lightpad dock holding it behind her back,

“Nope! You can’t just off some geezer willy nilly cause you don’t like their call.” Attempting to mock scald her, Lena added, “Besides I thought we said no more killing?”

Amelie pouted, “Not even a little bit?”

Lena grinned, it was a rare sight to see French woman pouting as it was usually the English girl’s tactic. God, is this what Amelie had to deal with every time the pilot gave her the puppy dog eyes when wanting to get her own way?

Widow suddenly towered over her attempting to reach round for the lightpad dock as she coaxed,

“Just let me find out where his lives.”

Lena backed up slowly, her shortness putting her at a slight disadvantage as Widow advanced, devilment in her yellow eyes grinning that wolfish grin that made Lena weak at the knees. She retreated untill her back came dead against the wall as Widow continued to stalk towards her. Still attempting to keep the last vestiges of her dignity, the British woman defiantly raised her head as Amelie leaned over her, pressing closer and cutting off any chances of escape.

Lena tried not to gulp and remained resolute as Widow’s other hand attempted to reach behind the smaller woman and craftily sneak the lighpad dock from her grasp. Plump, moist lips hovered dangerously close to Lena’s ear,

“Will you not let me play cherie?”

The hot air ghosting her earlobe, that raspy voice, caused Lena’s skin to goose bump and prickle with static. Lena squeezed her eyes shut mutely shaking her head.

“Not even a little bit?” Came the seductive growl.

Lena caught her own bottom lip between her teeth as she slightly turned her head only to find Widow’s blown yellow eyes watching her in predatory amusement. Lena’s own raked down over Amelie’s fine features finally alighting on those enticing full lips.

She could have some resolve, god damnit!

It was as if Widow could sense her weakening as she pressed her body further into the smaller woman.

“Come now my pet, don’t be foolish.”

Lena nuzzled Amelie with her nose, those alluring lips just millimetres from her own. If she didn’t do something now she was a goner. Quickly she caught Widow’s lips in a kiss, feeling how the french woman grinned into it. Just as she felt Amelie beginning to relax Lena pulled away, impishly bopping her on the nose with her fingertip,

“Nope pop!”

In the split second as Widow’s features gave way to baffled disbelief and confusion, Lena wriggled out of her position before speeding through the apartment waving the lightpad dock over her head, only to have Widowmaker hot on her tail tackling her into the sofa with an Oof, causing Lena to collapse into giggles as Amelie poked her in the ribs.

“No fair!” Lena squealed in delight.

“All is fair in love and war my cherie!” Amelie triumphantly declared, as straddling her, she wrestled the lightscreen dock from the Londoner’s grasp.

Two could play that game, Lena thought as she gripped the front of Amelie’s jersey pulling her in for a searing kiss, the lightscreen long forgotten as hands dipped below the hem of grey yoga pants only to grasp firm ass cheeks. Amelie’s eyebrows shot up and her eyes narrowed playfully, smirking down at the younger woman.

“Ah, this is how it is going to be is it?”

“All is fair in love and war!” The mussy haired pilot cheekily repeated.

Amelie laughed, it was light and breezy, a sound Lena would never stop trying to illicit.

“You win!”

“You surrender?”

“Oui!”

Lena couldnt help herself,

“Just like the French,eh? Always giving up!”

Amelie wrinkled her nose in a mock scowl,

“Right, you’re in for it!” She announced, as once again she began tickling her tormentor with earnest.

Lena let out a delighted shriek, laughing and wriggling beneath her captor before exchanging soft fluttery kisses that quickly devolved into to long and languid ones. Somewhere the Croatian crowd booed in dismay and Lena didn’t notice as one slender hand reached out activating the lightscreen and began quickly tapping away. She certainly didnt notice as later, slick with sweat, her own screams and curses coming quicker and louder, loud enough to drown out the forgotten match, a digtialised sugar skull appeared followed by an address somewhere in Moscow.

Collapsing bonlessly against the sofa, Lena snuggled closer to Amelie, sleepy eyes half lidded, she smiled that lazy smile as a French striker scored the winning goal and Amelie continued to card her fingers through her messy hair, caressing her scalp in the way that Lena liked.

“Lookit that luv, your lot won!”

Lena’s smile widened as Amelie drew her closer, lips ghosting her forehead.

“Oui, I most certainly did

(all ow fanfiction tagged under formerlyrunephoenix6769 ow fanfiction,  feel free to comment/ like/ share.. written for @call-signtracer )

[ace-octo-pix]

This is... going to be a bit long. sorry, mobile users. The ocs are listed by team!

SPLATOON 1 TEAMS

ROKA/OLIVIA/AGENT 3. A bit of a lovable goof, with caring too much for her little inkling body. Fierce in battle. Yes, she gets the scar in the OE arc, but the OE arc goes a bit differently in the story due to... reasons? yeah, reasons. She goes missing for a full year and that’s when Akim takes up the Agent 4 handle.

MINT TEA/PAIVA. A bit of a gossip, but also a wall of support. Wants to cheer everybody up, but is hiding issues of her own. Close friends with Roka. A possible ship with roka, as well. She’s the second leader of the team, and the only one in contact with Roka, right up until her disappearance. Oops. Literally the only one with a picture like this.

GLASSES/HENRIETTA. I did not know that the splatoon manga glasses was known as glasses, and this is awkward. and also full moon is a thing and AGH. anyway glasses. Seems to be a sarcastic little piece of shit, but honestly it’s just a front to her inner core. Of someone who likes to snipe and have fun. Wonder what caused her to be like that? hm.

Bandanna/Daphyne. She exudes an aura of edge, an aura of Not Caring... but she really does care... a lot more than she lets on. Will Fight anybody who disses her pals. Honestly a teen girl at heart. Loves black.

RETRO/AKIM/AGENT 4. A bit of a prick, but the kind of prick you know doesn’t mean his words. He’s kind of skilled in battle with his roller, which makes this W O R SE !! a big fan of music, and gaming, and also being gay. he makes jokes about that a lot.

SPECS/MARK: you know the stereotypical nerd? stays in a bedroom most of the day, tinkering around with stuff? That’s Specs! He likes to play video games with Retro, and... oh, look at that, another ship. Wow. Analytical!

SUNNY/GWEN. Similar to another person, she appears to not care, while caring a lot. Apathetic seeming, but able to come out of her core to care. Probably has a lot of interests from her girlfriend...

RAINY/SARAH. She’s fueled by a firey passion most of the time, but it tends to fizzle out quickly, and that’s how she and Sunny met, basically. Not pictured is the Traditional Headband she wears. Yes, she and Sunny are girlfriends. yay matching outfits.

PAINT! Er, she looks... not like this as much? Her gloves cover her fingers, and her hairstyle is the enemy octo hairstyle! In the ‘first game’ aka the first arc, she actually wears the paintball mask which covers her whole face, and also mains chargers. She just switched to brella in the second game. Shy, kind of nervous, but willing to put her foot down when push comes to shove. Er, she also has to be pushed to that point. Poor girl.

FISHFRY. A super out-there kinda kid. sorry, some ocs don’t have much personality. He will Protecc Paint with his life. Probably does research and field expeditions for her.

PEAKS. Proud of her role in battle, and probably the first one Paint trusted with the secret of her being an octoling, and the one best fit to break the news.

VECTOR. Full Attacc mode. Fueled by battle, loves to battle. Whenever Paint is taken off guard, she’s probably the one there to back her up.

ZEKKO. Leader of the Marksmen. Sorry there isn’t much about him. he’s definitely gay tho? Loves bothering the other players with his gun.

PANEL. A bit of a nerd, though he hides it behind his huge blaster.

SQUIDMARK. Reclusive? shows little emotion, but its definitely there.

CHECK. Loves the feeling of his hair. Probably more muscly than you would gather from his shirt.

SATIN. Loves this style and doesn’t get why people laugh at her scuba mask. knows what she’s doing in battle, but... not much outside of it.

CANCEL. Tends to ignore the outside world for her daydreams, even in battles, and still does well?? how does this team function

Ah, this is how they function. PARKA. Aka the straight person- well, they’re nonbinary and are hiding their ponytail in that hat of theirs. The person who sets the team straight and directs them in the right direction. Beakons help.

Zink. Just as odd as the rest of his team. He says his headband helps him, when it very clearly doesn’t. Or maybe it does and its just a hidden condition. Who knows? He’s just a bit bizarre.

BERRY. Leader of her team, she’s Suspicious of everything, and fierce in battle. Loves being Warm....

Olive. Er, he has the wrong ink color, and his eyes are blinking. It’s better like this instead of the WRONG PIECE OF HEADGEAR. Suave and cool, and yet constantly bickers with Berry. Ah, sibling culture. Super strong. A bit of a brat, but he won’t press on Berry’s anxious triggers. That’s Just Rude.

JELLY. Sometimes called Baby because of just how precious she acts. Will kick people if she has to.

SHRIMP. AKA... well. You know that headcanon that Pearl, Emperor, and Prince are siblings? Well, Shrimp’s their cousin. He’s got the short genes. He tries to compensate for it by being loud, and is often jokingly called Pearl’s cousin. Likes telling tales. That are often mostly true.

SPLATOON 2 TEAMS

HOOK/ATA/AGENT 8. A soft and kind soul, friendly and loves to talk more than take action, but when she takes action... whooo. she knows how to take action. If she’s angry, you don’t want to be around. Mostly quiet. Another possible ship with Roka.

YAMAGIRI/ADRIAN. Confident, and a bit cocky, but it’s mostly only a bit of exaggeration: he loves to stick to his ideals, and truly believes himself to be carrying those out to the best of his ability. Stupidly loyal to his friends.

TOOTHPICK/NOELANI. Two words to describe her: mom friend. Caring, worrying for everybody that crosses her vision, analytical to a stupid degree. Strong, so she can help throw her friends into a food cart so they can EAT FOOD. 

OCEANIC/VICTOR. A soft-spoken octoling, but is willing to do whatever it takes for his friends to Remain Happy, happy to shoulder their burdens. Hides his emotions under his big ol’ hat, though if you look under it, he’s probably a blubbering mess. Whenever angered, his voice seems to drop octaves and inflection. That’s terrifying!

BLOCKER. Oh my god, he’s a party animal. Oh my god. He likes doing memes and tricks, and, you know who this should remind you of? Aloha. Anyway, Blocker’s well known for his tricks with his brella, and his excellent dance skills... which also aids him in battle!

FUGU. He has a Big Ol Crush on Blocker, and I don’t think Blocker’s noticed yet. Oof. Kind of quiet and likes to observe before hopping into things, useful for a blaster with such a short range...? Awkward, but he’s trying to get better.

SEA SLUG. Constantly on the go, constantly moving, she’s gotta Go Go Go!! Hyperactive, probably can be seen stimming. Has an attachment to her gun.

LEAF. Seemingly hard-boiled, constantly huffing about something or other. She’s- she’s a Rider Tsundere, that’s all I can describe her as. Her friendships with Blocker the Party Master and Sea Slug have definitely Lightened her up. Still a little bit of a grump?

ARROW. Dependable. You can depend on him to tell you when you’re doing some Bad Shit, Stop That.

HOTHOUSE. A... a bit of a flirt, and a good punster. two things that shouldn’t be combined into one girl.

TACKLE VISOR. Keeps their face hidden purposefully, which hides their non-standard hairstyle. Rough and tough, a sneaky little bastard. You know, despite the TACKLE VISOR on their head.

MATCHA. A silly little guy. The oblivious one that somehow still manages to cooperate with Hothouse’s jokes anyway. May be faking obliviousness...

HICKORY. Such a casual guy. Him and Blocker are probably pals. Party pals. Would drink your soda on accident and then apologize.

DO-RAG. oh my god, look, it’s a lesbian. She loves to show off, and is super strong. Could probably lift her teammates above her head. Actually can’t see much without her glasses, they’re made for her weird-ass eyes.

REDLEAF. He looks like the type of guy who hyperfocuses on everything and has to be told to back off, but he’s not trying to be creepy. Soft. Would memorize your food favorites and cook it for you.

CLAMS. He. he loves being super fancy. Not because he thinks he’s above others, he really, really loves the aesthetic of it! He and Do-Rag fight over which splatling is better sometimes. And then help each other score dates.

EGG. Super silly, has probably eaten a raw egg whole on a dare. Easily dared into things, though this means she’s very resilient. Can and Will say silly things just to confuse people.

CARROT. Helps out with Egg’s jokes. Has shoved an entire carrot down her gut before. Egg and her were actually friends before they both traveled to the surface. They are... bad influences on each other.

RAINBOW: He’s a casual gay. I- uh. He’s super fun in battles, and is often the one daring Egg and Carrot to do things because he loves putting it on whatever the octo media is. Loves sandals, hates his toes feeling constricted.

CANARY. Oh my god this is a swamp gremlin. You know the meme versions of agent 4? that, times like 100. Jesus. This team is crazy.

SEASHELL. Doesn’t use the deco because her teammates described what the burstbomb and carbon did to people and she doesn’t wish to cause people harm....

JADE. he’s blue ba due be- i mean. he’s a good singer, but still learning the ropes of his new weapon.

DEEPSEA. A friend. The dad friend. Will tell jokes to make you feel better, but always a shoulder to lean on. Always will wear silly clothes too.

FORGE. ..... a guy of few words.... kind of like skull. doesn’t really talk much, but evidently is a good prankster and loves spicy things. Will tuck you into bed and then doodle on your face.

[runephoenix6769]

Goal..

. Domestic Widowtracer fic, I wrote last night to @call-signtracer

On the back of the World Cup

 “Goal!”

Lena sat crossed legged on the sofa, cosy in her pj bottom’s and England jersey as she slurped on her noodles, watching in fascination as Amelie yelled in French at the tv.  Lena thinks Amelie is swearing now, having been on the receiving end of similar sounding words many times.  Who knew that the refined French woman would become so unravelled over 22 grown ass men chasing a ball?

One of the players dived to the ground putting on a performance that an academy award winning actress would be proud of!

“Get up!” Amelie screamed, as she ran her hands through her hair, causing her usually pristine pony tail to become slightly askew. For a brief moment, Lena was convinced she could see a flush come to her partner’s cyan skin. 

So this is what got the former sniper’s dander up? 

One of the opposing team’s players tripped up a French striker that even the former Overwatch operative was willing to agree was a wanker move.Widow jumped off the sofa screaming, 

“Come on Ref!!!! Are you blind???” 

Lena stopped mid chew, noodles dangling out of her mouth, chop sticks paused in mid air as Widow turned, a slightly terrifying look on her face, demanding, 

“Lena, did you see that?”

Lena nodded wide eyed, not willing to admit that she had given up on following the match a good while ago having found something else far more entertaining.

  “Gaaaa! Sacre bleu.” Throwing her hands up in frustration as, clad in grey yoga pants and a French football jersey and her pony tail bobbing, Amelie stalked from the sitting room disappearing into the depths of the apartment.

Lena returned to stirring her noodles with her chop sticks, brown eyes glued to the tv screen as the ball continued being passed back and forth. Minutes passed before  suddenly a French striker, taking advantage of a Croatian mistake, broke through the opposing defence to sweetly chip the ball into the top left corner of the net. The roar of celebration in the stadium filled the sitting room. 

Suspicious of Widow’s sudden quiet, Lena called out,

“Babe?”

Curiosity getting the better of her she placed her noodle bowl on the coffee table before padding barefoot through the apartment. “Babe?” she called out a little louder noticing their bedroom door slightly ajar, soft light spilling into the hallway. Peering through the door the former pilot stated,

 “Babe, you just missed a goal.”

Widow was hunched over, seemingly in a world of her own, typing furiously on a light screen  the back light casting her features in an eerie glow. 

“Luv,” Lena asked with piqued curiosity, “Whatcha doing?”

She entered the room peering over Widow’s shoulder quickly reading the screen before in one swift move she slammed off the lightpad, exclaiming, “You cant assassinate the referee!”

Widow’s eyes narrowed as she huffed, 

“I cant see why not! He is an idiote!”

Lena grabbed the lightpad dock holding it behind her back, 

“Nope! You cant just off some geezer willy nilly cause you don’t like their call.” Attempting to mock scald her, Lena added, “Besides I thought we said no more killing?”

Amelie pouted, “Not even a little bit?”

Lena grinned, it was a rare sight to see french woman pouting, it was usually the English girl’s tactic. God, is this what Amelie had to deal with every time the pilot gave her the puppy dog eyes when wanting to get her own way?

Widow suddenly towered over her attempting to reach round for the lightpad dock as she coaxed,

“Just let me find out where his lives.”

Lena backed up slowly, her shortness putting her at a slight disadvantage as Widow advanced, devilment in her yellow eyes grinning that wolfish grin that made Lena weak at the knees. She retreated untill her back came dead against the wall as Widow continued to stalk towards her. Still attempting to keep the last vestiges of her dignity, the British woman defiantly raised her head as Amelie leaned over her, pressing closer and cutting off any chances of escape.

Lena tried not to gulp and remained resolute as Widow’s other hand attempted to reach behind the smaller woman and craftily sneak the lighpad dock from her grasp. Plump, moist lips hovered dangerously close to Lena’s ear,  

“Will you not let me play cherie?”

The hot air ghosting her earlobe, that raspy voice, caused Lena’s skin to goosebump and prickle with static. Lena squeezed her eyes shut mutely shaking her head. 

“Not even a little bit?” Came the seductive growl.

Lena caught her own bottom lip between her teeth as she slightly turned her head only to find Widow’s blown yellow eyes watching her in predatory amusement. Lena’s own raked down over Amelie’s fine features finally alighting on those enticing full lips. 

She could have some resolve, god damnit!

It was as if Widow could sense her weakening as she pressed her body further into the smaller woman.

“Come now my pet, don’t be foolish.”

Lena nuzzled Amelie with her nose, those alluring lips just millimeteres from her own. If she didnt do something now she was a goner.

Quickly she caught Widow’s lips in a kiss, feeling how the french woman grinned into it. Just as she felt Amelie beginning to relax Lena pulled away, impishly bopping her on the nose with her fingertip, 

“Nope pop!” 

In the split second as Widow’s features gave way to baffled disbelief and confusion, Lena wriggled out of her position before speeding through the apartment waving the lightpad dock over her head, only to have Widowmaker hot on her tail tackling her into the sofa with an Oof, causing Lena to collapse into giggles as Amelie poked her in the ribs. 

“No fair!” Lena squealed in delight.

“All is fair in love and war my cherie!” Amelie triumphantly declared, as straddling her, she wrestled the lightscreen dock from the Londoner’s grasp.

Two could play that game, Lena thought as she gripped the front of Amelie’s jersey pulling her in for a searing kiss,the lightscreen long forgotten as hands dipped below the hem of grey yoga pants only to grasp firm ass cheeks. Amelie’s eyebrows shot up and her eyes narrowed playfully, smirking down at the younger woman. 

“Ah, it is like that , is it?”

 “All is fair in love and war!” The mussy haired pilot cheekily repeated.

Amelie laughed, it was light and breezy, a sound Lena would never stop trying to illicit. 

“You win!”

“You surrender?”

“Oui!”

Lena couldnt help herself, 

“Just like the French,eh? Always giving up!”

Amelie wrinkled her nose in a mock scowl, 

“Right, you’re in for it!” She announced, as once again she began tickling her tormentor with ernest. Lena let out a delighted shriek, laughing and wriggling beneath her captor before exchanging soft fluttery kisses that quickly devolved into to long and languid ones. Somewhere the Croatian crowd booed in dismay and Lena didnt notic as one slender hand reached out activating the lightscreen and began quickly tapping away. 

She certainly didnt notice as later, slick with sweat, her own screams and curses coming quicker and louder, loud enough to drown out the forgotten match, a digtialised sugar skull appeared followed by an address somewhere in Moscow.

Collapsing bonlessly against the sofa, Lena snuggled closer to Amelie, sleepy eyes half lidded, she smiled that lazy smile as a French striker scored the winning goal and Amelie continued to card her fingers through her messy hair, stroking her scalp in the way that Lena liked.

“Lookit that luv, your lot won!”

Lena’s smile widened as Amelie drew her closer, lips ghosting her forehead. 

“Oui, I most certainly did.”

@robohero here’s what i was on about, if youre interested :)