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KINGDOM OF ASH (by SJM)

Chapter 48

THE FAMILY REUINION🥹😆😭🫶& MY SOULLL

But when they reached Princess Hasar's battle tent, when they had all gathered around a map of Anielle, they had only a few minutes of discussion before they were interrupted. By the person Chaol least expected to walk through the flaps.

A moment later, Chaol was glad he was sitting down.

Nesryn breathed, "Holy gods."

Chaol was inclined to agree as Aelin Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, and several others entered the tent.

They were mud-splattered, the Queen of Terrasen's braided hair far longer than Chaol had last seen. And her eyes ... Not the soft, yet fiery gaze. But something older. Wearier.

Chaol shot to his feet. "I thought you were in Terrasen," he blurted. All the reports had confirmed it. Yet here she stood, no army in sight.

Three Fae males-towering warriors as broad and muscled as Rowan—had entered, along with a delicate, dark-haired human woman.

But Aelin was only staring at him. Staring and staring at him.

No one spoke as tears began sliding down her face. Not at his being here, Chaol realized as he took up his cane and limped toward Aelin.

But at him. Standing. Walking.

The young queen let out a broken laugh of joy and flung her arms around his neck. Pain lanced down his spine at the impact, but Chaol held her right back, every question fading from his tongue.

Aelin was shaking as she pulled away. "I knew you would," she breathed, gazing down his body, to his feet, then up again. "I knew you'd do it."

"Not alone," he said thickly. Chaol swallowed, releasing Aelin to extend an arm behind him. To the woman he knew stood there, a hand over the locket at her neck.

Perhaps Aelin would not remember, perhaps their encounter years ago had meant nothing to her at all, but Chaol drew Yrene forward. "Aelin, allow me to introduce"

"Yrene Towers," the queen breathed as his wife stepped to his side.

The two women stared at each other.

Yrene's mouth quivered as she opened the silver locket and pulled out a piece of paper. Hands trembling, she extended it to the queen. Aelin's own hands shook as she accepted the scrap.

"Thank you," Yrene whispered.

Chaol supposed it was all that really needed to be said.

Aelin unfolded the paper, reading the note she'd written, seeing the lines from the hundreds of foldings and rereadings these past few years.

"I went to the Torre," Yrene said, her voice cracking. "I took the money you gave me, and went to the Torre. And I became the heir apparent to the Healer on High. And now I have come back, to do what I can. I taught every healer I could the lessons you showed me that night, about self-defense. I didn't waste it-not a coin you gave me, or a moment of the time, the life you bought me." Tears were rolling and rolling down Yrene's face. "I didn't waste any of it."

Aelin closed her eyes, smiling through her own tears, and when she opened them, she took Yrene's shaking hands. "Now it is my turn to thank you." But Aelin's gaze fell upon the wedding band on Yrene's finger, and when she glanced to Chaol, he grinned.

"No longer Yrene Towers," Chaol said softly, "but Yrene Westfall."

Aelin let out one of those choked, joyous laughs, and Rowan stepped up to her side.

Yrene's head tilted back to take in the warrior's full height, her eyes widening-not only at Rowan's size, but at the pointed ears, the slightly elongated canines and tattoo. Aelin said, "Then let me introduce you, Lady Westfall, to my own husband, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius."

For that was indeed a wedding band on the queen's finger, the emerald mud-splattered but bright. On Rowan's own hand, a gold-and-ruby ring gleamed.

"My mate," Aelin added, fluttering her lashes at the Fae male. Rowan rolled his eyes, yet couldn't entirely contain his smile as he inclined his head to Yrene.

Yrene bowed, but Aelin snorted. "None of that, please. It'll go right to his immortal head." Her grin softened as Yrene blushed, and Aelin held up the scrap of paper. "May I keep this?" She eyed Yrene's locket. "Or does it go in there?"

Yrene folded the queen's fingers around the paper. "It is yours, as it always was. A piece of your bravery that helped me find my own."

Aelin shook her head, as if to dismiss the claim.

But Yrene squeezed Aelin's closed hand. "It gave me courage, the words you wrote. Every mile I traveled, every long hour I studied and worked, it gave me courage. I thank you for that, too."

Aelin swallowed hard, and Chaol took that as excuse enough to sit again, his back giving a grateful tinge. He said to the queen, "There is another person responsible for this army being here." He gestured to Nesryn, the woman already smiling at the queen. "The rukhin you see, the army gathered, is as much because of Nesryn as it is because of me."

A spark lit Aelin's eyes, and both women met halfway in a tight embrace. "I want to hear the entire story," Aelin said. "Every word of it." Nesryn's subdued smile widened. "So you shall. But later." Aelin clapped her on the shoulder and turned to the two royals still by the desk. Tall and regal, but as mud-splattered as the queen.

Chaol blurted, "Dorian?"

Rowan answered, "Not with us." He glanced to the royals.

"They know everything," Nesryn said

"He's with Manon," Aelin said simply.

Chaol wasn't entirely sure whether to be relieved. "Hunting for something important."

The keys. Holy gods.

Aelin nodded. Later. He'd think on where Dorian might now be later. Aelin nodded again. The full story would come then too.

Nesryn said, "May I present Princess Hasar and Prince Sartaq."

Aelin bowed—low. "You have my eternal gratitude," Aelin said, and the voice that came out of her was indeed that of a queen. Any shock Sartaq and Hasar had shown upon the queen bowing so low was hidden as they bowed back, the portrait of courtly grace.

"My father," Sartaq said, "remained in the khaganate to oversee our lands, along with our siblings Duva and Arghun. But my brother Kashin sails with the rest of the army. He was not two weeks behind us when we left."

Aelin glanced to Chaol, and he nodded.

Something glittered in her eyes at the confirmation, but the queen jerked her chin at Hasar. "Did you get my letter?"

The letter that Aelin had sent months ago, begging for aid and promising only a better world in return. Hasar picked at her nails. "Perhaps. I get far too many letters from fellow princesses these days to possibly remember or answer all of them."

Aelin smirked, as if the two of them spoke a language no one else could understand, a special code between two equally arrogant and proud women. But she motioned to her companions, who stepped forward. "Allow me to introduce my friends. Lord Gavriel, of Doranelle." A nod toward the tawny-eyed and golden-haired warrior who bowed.

Tattoos covered his neck, his hands, but his every motion was graceful. "My uncle, of sorts," Aelin added with a smirk at Gavriel. At Chaol's narrowed brows, she explained, "He's Aedion's father."

"Well, that explains a few things," Nesryn muttered.

The hair, the broad-planed face ... yes, it was the same. But where Aedion was fire, Gavriel seemed to be stone. Indeed, his eyes were solemn as he said, "Aedion is my pride." Emotion rippled over Aelin's face, but she gestured to the dark-haired male. Not someone Chaol ever wanted to tangle with, he decided as he surveyed the granite-hewn features, the black eyes and unsmiling mouth.

"Lorcan Salvaterre, formerly of Doranelle, and now a blood-sworn member of my court." As if that weren't a shock enough, Aelin winked at the imposing male. Lorcan scowled. "We're still in the adjustment period," she loudly whispered, and Yrene chuckled.

Lorcan Salvaterre. Chaol hadn't met the male this spring in Rifthold, but he'd heard all about him. That he'd been Maeve's most trusted commander, her most loyal and fierce warrior.

That he'd wanted to kill Aelin, hated Aelin.

How this had come about, why she was not in Terrasen with her army ... "You, too, have a tale to tell," Chaol said.

"Indeed I do." Aelin's eyes guttered, and Rowan put a hand on her lower back. Bad— something terrible had occurred. Chaol scanned Aelin for any hint of it. He stopped when he noticed the smoothness of the skin at her neck. The lack of scars. The missing scars on her hands, her palms. "Later," Aelin said softly. She straightened her shoulders, and another golden-haired male came forward. Beautiful. That was the only way to describe him. "Fenrys ... You know, I don't actually know your family name."

Fenrys threw a roguish wink at the queen.

"Moonbeam."

"It is not," Aelin hissed, choking on a laugh.

Fenrys laid a hand on his heart. "I am blood-sworn to you. Would I lie?"

Another blood-sworn Fae male in her court.

Across the tent, Sartaq cursed in his own tongue. As if he'd heard of Lorcan, and Gavriel, and Fenrys.

Aelin gave Fenrys a vulgar gesture that set Hasar chuckling, and faced the royals. "They're barely housebroken. Hardly fit for your fine company." Even Sartaq smiled at that. But it was to the small, delicate woman that Aelin now gestured. "And the only civilized member of my court, Lady Elide Lochan of Perranth." Perranth. Chaol had combed through the family trees of Terrasen just this winter, had seen the lists of so many royal households crossed out, victim to the conquest ten years ago.

Elide's name had been among them.

Another Terrasen royal who had managed to evade Adarlan's butchers.

The pretty young woman took a limping step forward, and bobbed a curtsy to the royals. Her boots concealed any sign of the source of the injury, but Yrene's attention shot right to her leg. Her ankle. "It's an honor to meet all of you," Elide said, her voice low and steady. Her dark eyes swept over them, cunning and clear. Like she could see beneath their skin and bones, to the souls beneath.

Aelin wiped her hands. "Well, that's over and done with," she announced, and strode to the desk and map. "Shall we discuss where you all plan to march once we beat the living shit out of this army?"

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DING! DING! DING!

The buzzing notification sounds echoed loudly in a busy cafe, making some customers look at the victim responsible for these noises.

Said victim hurries to turn their notification sounds off, before checking his messages—only to see 6 missed calls and 14 messages from ‘manager 😫🔥’.

manager 😫🔥: WHERE ARE YOU???

manager 😫🔥: WE’RE THREE HOURS LATE ALREADY!!!!

you: im On the Way!

you: gimme a bit

manager 😫🔥: dont lie. I literally see your location and it isn’t moving AT ALL.

you: okay im actually almost done.

you: seriously, the line’s almost over

you: [picture attached]

manager 😫🔥: fine. Come back faster! We need to hurry up to isac bc u guys already missed the track comp.

you: 👍👍

“Order 1140, Mr. Woonhak!” Called a server.

Nobody reacted to that call for a few seconds, before the 180-ish-cm man jolted, remembering that he was supposedly Woonhak.

(Ever put a name in your order and forgot about it? Yeah, it happens to me all the time.)

“Here!” He replied, coming to the counter in a hurry.

“Matcha cake with pink frosting and custom lettering?” They asked to be sure.

“Yes, thank you so much!” Replied “Mr. Woonhak” as he takes the takeaway-boxed cake and hurried out the door.

He practically jumped in the car (gracefully though) with how fast he was going.

“Yah!” shouted Woonhak, “why’d you take so long!?”

“Don’t you see the line?” Replied Taesan, his eye rolling as he holds the cake with care.

“Yeah but why do we have to go get this cake? Just get it at any other bakery so we wouldn’t be late to ISAC—we already missed the track race!”

Someone (Leehan) suddenly sat up from the backseat, glasses crooked on his head as if he just woke up (he did), “That’s because it’s y/n’s favorite cake.”

“Yeah Woonhak,” butted another menace (jaehyun), “It’s their 2nd anniversary— but of course youuuu wouldn’t understand since you’ve never had a woman’s touch before other than your mom and sister.”

“YAH!” screamed Woonhak.

Thus, another bonekdo quarrel emerge.

(Woonhak lost once again. Give me a dab in the comments; one dab = one hp for our maknae’s patience)

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In the ISAC 2024, k-pop boy band BOYNEXTDOOR (under KOZ) arrives 5 hours late to the venue, earning some attention from netizens. Onedoors (Boynextdoor’s fans) called them hilarious, especially with that spectacular entrance, consisting of the members wearing sunglasses and strutting in the building as if they won the games (they will then lose really badly in archery) in a proud manner.

Despite the many games and groups competing in the games, what went most viral was surprisingly not sports-related, and we’re here to tell you the scoop!

Boynextdoor’s Taesan is widely known for dating [reader] of [group name] since the very beginning of their debuts. They also went trending many times for that—like a fresh breeze in the very tense atmosphere of idol-relationships. This time, it seems that Taesan decided to take it up a notch with his display of public affection and prove to everyone that romance is very much not dead!

Running in the building—and then sliding on his knees to stop in front of [reader]’s view—before procuring a bouquet of pink lilies for her all the while his very supportive members threw confetti at them!? Gosh, me when! After that, he also gave [reader] an exclusive cake from [reader’s favorite cake shop] to celebrate what seemed to be their 2nd year Anniversary.

Other idols in the building such as ZEROBASEONE and THE BOYZ’s Younghoon gave their support by cheering on the couple—as well as many others. Later on, it was even said by Zerobaseone’s Gunwook jokingly in his group’s vlog that he was jealous of their relationship, haha!

When asked about it later on in a live, Taesan responded that it was simply because it was their anniversary, and he wanted to make it special for them. In addition, he said a catchphrase that went viral— saying “Happy wife, happy life”, despite them not being married yet. [reader’s group] have not yet responded to this statement.

Many netizens are reacting to this viral video, saying that it’s so fresh and sweet of them two—some even joking and saying that “I’m the guy h*nging in the lights behind them” (source) in Tiktok and Instagram. All in all, netizens seem to think that it’s extremely sweet and wishes them both to remain happy and strong in the relationship!

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[ba9go]

being miya atsumu’s no. 1 cheerleader

miya atsumu does not need a fanclub when he has you.

miya atsumu x fem!reader; pre-game shenanigans means holding atsumu’s hand when he has to lock in and also flirting with him to rile him up on the bus ride!

both my exes are volleyball players and let me tell u these volleyball men walk around carrying such huge egos but at the end of the day, they still fall at ur feet when u say the simplest things to them… so cute lol i wanna step on them

the miya atsumu fanclub is notorious for being loud and utterly obsessed with the inarizaki setter.

it was a little funny at first, hearing their poorly-concealed squeals whenever he stepped onto the court. but damn, did it get annoying real quick.

on the bus ride, atsumu seems calm. he’s holding your hand, and he has his earphones in, even though you know he’s not actually listening to anything. he’s so uncharacteristically quiet during the 30-minute drive to the stadium, it’s almost scary, but you know it’s because there’s only one thing in his mind right now.

winning.

atsumu sits facing towards the window, but you know he isn’t looking at the blur of scenery and cars driving past. no, atsumu is focused right now. he’s in his head, thinking about the game, from the very moment he steps onto the court to when he’s finally leaving the stadium with yet another win.

the bus pulls into the parking lot and already, there’s a horde of fangirls crowding outside the stadium entrance, ready to ask for signatures and selfies.

atsumu finally tears his gaze from the window with a harsh click of his tongue, and you can’t help but laugh at his antics.

“i hate mosquito season,” atsumu says through gritted teeth, crossing his arms like a petulant child, and you know he’s not talking about insects. “i can’t stand em, seriously! these pests.”

"don’t be like that,” you scold lightly, patting his thigh twice. “be nice to your supporters.”

“but they’re so annoyin’! even as supporters, it’s like they’re cheerin’ jus’ to throw me off ma game!” atsumu pouts, and there it is, your chance to butter him up and really rile him up for the game.

“nothing can throw you off your game, ‘tsumu,” you say sweetly, reaching up to cup his face in one hand. atsumu leans into your touch immediately. “you’re better than that.”

“yer right,” atsumu smirks, placing his hand over yours to guide it to the back of his neck for you to comb your fingers through his hair. “‘sides, s’hard to pay them any attention when yer here, doll.”

“yeah? you like it when i watch you play, ‘tsumu?” you tug a little at atsumu’s hair, just the way he likes it, and it has him leaning forward until his head is resting on your shoulder and his face is pressed into your shirt.

“i love it. yer my lucky charm, babe. my darlin’ cheerleader. don’t need any of those pigs squealin’ f’me when i got my pretty girl ta support me.”

“i can never take my eyes off you, atsumu,” you murmur softly, and you mean it. atsumu always looks so good on court, doing what he loves most. he carries his passion for volleyball everywhere with him, but the court is where it truly shines through, where his hard work finally pays off.

atsumu’s a proud guy, with an ego bigger than most, and yet he melts at your words and keens at your touch.

“ya mean it?” atsumu tilts his head to the side to look at you, and you grin.

“you don’t believe me?” you ask, and atsumu grins and shrugs. “hmm, how about this. i’ll help coach take down team stats* today. i’ll give you a kiss for every service ace today.”

"god, yer the best. yer comin’ ta all my games from now on.”

“you’ll lose your fangirls, y’know,” you say, half-jokingly.

“don’t need em,” atsumu says, completely serious. he grins wildly at you. “yer all i need.”

atsumu had no shame breaking the hearts of his fangirls walking into the stadium with your hand in his, but the cherry on top was definitely the way he pointed at you before every serve. (he got 16 service aces that match.)

i miss volleyball… i miss competition szn… siiiiiigh

*team stats r like a lil sheet of paper for the coach to take down n keep track of every player’s performance in a match. points scored, mistakes, for spiking, receiving, setting, blocking, all that stuff. my ex used to come to my games and help me take down stats for me (and my whole team) so we could review my games tgt

[wolvietxt]

any maybe this one for Daryl too if you have the time… 👀 I love the way you write the softer side of Daryl 🥺

unexpected laughter: grumpy is having a rough day, but sunshine tells a ridiculous joke or does something silly, and to everyone’s surprise, grumpy actually laughs - loud and genuine - despite trying to stay serious

DARYL was having one of those days. everything seemed to grate on his nerves - from the way the sun beat down too hot overhead to the way everyone seemed intent on being in his space.  

he’d spent the entire morning repairing a busted cart wheel, only to find out the axle was cracked too. by noon, he’d snapped at carol for hovering, glared at rick for asking too many questions, and muttered curses under his breath when judith toddled too close and almost stepped on his tools.  

and then there was you. you’d been hovering too, always trying to help, trying to cheer him up.  

“you want water?” you’d asked earlier, your voice all chipper and light.  

“don’t need nothin’,” he’d grumbled, not even looking up.  

you weren’t fazed, though. you rarely were when it came to him, which was both impressive and mildly infuriating. you had this way of brushing off his mood like it was nothing, sticking around no matter how hard he tried to push you off.  

so when you wandered into the yard again after lunch, daryl let out a low groan. he didn’t even look up as you plopped down on the bench next to his tools.  

“you’re still mad at the world, huh?” you teased, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees.  

“ain’t mad,” he muttered, jamming the wrench onto the axle with more force than necessary.  

“you sure? ‘cause you’ve been growling at everyone like a rabid dog since breakfast.”  

he shot you a glare, but you just smiled sweetly, like his bad mood wasn’t even a blip on your radar.  

“what do you want?” he grunted, returning to his work.  

“nothing. just thought you might need a little cheering up.”  

he let out a short, humorless laugh. “don’t need cheerin’.”  

“oh, i beg to differ,” you replied, your tone light. “you’ve got that permanent scowl thing going on. you’re like a storm cloud in human form.”  

he didn’t respond, too focused on the stubborn bolt that wouldn’t budge. you watched him for a few moments, your head tilted as if you were sizing him up.  

then, out of nowhere, you asked, “hey, daryl, what do you call a deer with no eyes?”  

he froze, his brow furrowing as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “what?”  

you grinned, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “no-eye-deer!”  

his jaw tightened, and he looked back at the cart like he hadn’t even heard you.  

undeterred, you leaned a little closer. “okay, okay, i got another one. what do you call a deer with no eyes and no legs?”  

“don’t care,” he muttered, but you were already finishing the joke.  

“still no-eye-deer!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands together like it was the funniest thing in the world.  

this time, his shoulders tensed, and for a second, you thought he might actually snap. instead, he just shook his head and muttered, “you’re impossible.”  

you pouted dramatically. “c’mon, daryl, that was a good one!”  

he grunted, but you weren’t done yet. you tapped your chin like you were deep in thought, then brightened as if you’d just remembered something brilliant.  

“oh! what do you call a fake noodle?”  

he sighed loudly, wrench still in hand. “don’t.”  

“an impasta!”  

that was it. something in him snapped - not in anger, but in disbelief. he let out a short, bark-like laugh before he could stop himself, quickly clamping his mouth shut as if he could take it back.  

your jaw dropped, and you pointed at him triumphantly. “i knew it! i made you laugh!”  

“did not,” he muttered, his ears turning pink as he went back to the cart.  

“did too,” you shot back, grinning from ear to ear. “you laughed. loud and everything.”  

he shook his head, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching, like he was fighting to keep the grin off his face. “you’re an idiot.”  

“maybe,” you said with a shrug, “but i made the grumpiest man alive laugh, so i’ll take it.”  

he finally looked at you then, his expression softening despite the lingering frustration in his eyes. “you’re somethin’ else, y’know that?”  

“i’ll take that as a compliment,” you replied, your smile unwavering.  

he shook his head again, but this time it was more in amusement than annoyance. “get outta here before you break somethin’.”  

“fine,” you said, standing up and brushing off your pants. “but just so you know, i’ve got plenty more where that came from.”  

“god help me,” he muttered, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips as you walked away.  

and for the rest of the day, every time he thought about that ridiculous joke, he couldn’t help the small, genuine smile that crept across his face.

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[wcbblife]

can you take a request for Kate Martin (or Paige B.) x reader when KM/PB is stress for a upcoming game and she yells at the reader out of frustration but make it up to the reader after?

Hurt/comfort

Take your time and take care 💐✨️❤️

Back to us

a/n: sorry for the delay. the story isn't long. something short and sweet.

warning(s): Paige and reader have a fight.

Time Skip: Second Round of the NCAA Championship 2024-2025 Season

Having to be the heart of her team sometimes proved to be quite challenging for Paige. It had gotten easier to handle with the pressure over time, but the nausea that settled in her chest never seemed to leave her any space for peace whenever big games came around. She had gotten better at hiding how much it affected her, but the one person that she couldn't fool was you.

You walked through the endless maze of hallways in the stadium, trying to find the blonde. Geno had asked you to go about and search for her, finding it unacceptable that she was running late to warmups. After a bit of searching, you knew to look in a particular locker room, knowing that Paige found its silence a bit peaceful.

You find Paige in the empty room, her back turned to you as she stares intently at a locker right in front of her. She seems tense, her shoulders rigid, knees bouncing up and down.

Sensing something is obviously wrong, you decide to approach her. "Paige, are you okay?" you ask gently, trying to break through her concentration.

She doesn't turn to face you, her voice tight with frustration. "Yeah, just… trying to get my head in the game.”

You take a step closer, concern etched on your face. "You've been… really stressed lately. I just wanted to check on you. Maybe we could talk about what's bothering you before you go out?"

Paige finally turns to you, her eyes flashing with irritation. "There's nothing to talk about. I just need to focus. If I lose here, that’s it.”

You sigh, not wanting to back down. "Paige, bottling it all up isn't helping you. Clearly. You can talk to me. I want to be here for you." It wasn’t meant to be anything bad, you just wanted to ease her nerves before such a big game like this. Her last game at Uconn.

She shakes her head, turning back to her locker. "I don't need this right now. I need to concentrate."

"Paige," you insist, walking even closer, "I'm just saying that—"

“Gosh, just leave me the fuck alone!” Paige suddenly slams her palm against the locker, causing a loud bang to echo through the room. You flinch, staggering back as she whirls around to face you, her eyes wide with frustration. “I’m about to have one of the most important games of my life, and you’re on my ass about everything!”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, feeling a lump starting to form on your throat. “Paige, I’m not trying to make things harder for you. I just wanted to help. Calm down and breathe—”

She backs away, still fuming. "You think a deep breath is going to fix everything? I need to be perfect, and I can't do that if I'm stressed the fuck out. Sometimes, it feels like you're just another thing I have to manage!" Tears start to well up in your eyes as her words cut unexpectedly deep. You try to blink them away before they fall, but Paige scoffs when she notices. "Great, now you're crying? I really don't have time for this."

You take a shaky breath, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re a fucking asshole. I was just trying to help you.”

There's a flicker of something in her gaze—regret, perhaps—but she quickly looks away. "I can't deal with this right now. I can't deal with you crying and making me feel worse."

You shake your head, tears dinally streaming down your face. "Maybe I should just leave then."

Paige doesn't respond immediately, her jaw clenched as she struggles with her emotions. Finally, she lets out a frustrated sigh, her voice low and strained. "Maybe you should."

You turn your back towards her as you choke out, “Good luck, Paige.”

The arena had emptied, the echo of cheering fans replaced by the muffled sounds of the cleaning crew. Paige sat on the bench, staring at her phone, hoping for a text from you. She had been on edge all night, and her outburst before the game was finally replaying in her mind, torturing her as she tried to get by the questions the media had for her. The tension in her muscles had dissipated, replaced by a gnawing guilt.

She checked her phone again. No messages. No calls.

Paige headed to the locker room. As she passed by the seats, she realized the usual spot you sit at was empty. Her heart sank. You hadn’t even stayed for the game.

“Of course she didn’t you idiot.” Paige massaged her temples, whispering to herself.

Without bothering to change out of her jersey, Paige grabbed her bag and rushed to the dorms. Her steps quickened with each stride, eager to just see you.

Paige knocked on your door, her heart nearly pounding out of her chest.

When the door creaked open, she was met with a pair of tired, hurt eyes. You looked at her, then turned away, walking back into the room without a word. Paige followed, closing the door softly behind her.

“Hey,” Paige began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Can we talk?”

You sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the floor. “I don’t know. Can we?” Paige took a deep breath and knelt in front of you, looking up into those eyes she adored so much.

“I messed up. I know I did. I was so stressed, and I took it out on you and it wasn't fair or okay, and I’m so sorry.” Her voice cracked. “I was out of line and stupid.” Paige continued, her voice trembling. “You mean everything to me and I hate that I hurt you. I was so caught up in my own head that I didn’t stop to think about how it would affect you. Please, let me make it up to you.”

It was really hard to stay mad at her, especially after what you two have been through together this past season. You knew it wasn’t easy for her.

Your silence makes Paige fiddle with the fingers on your lap. “You really hurt me, Paige. I know that game was important but I just…” you finally looked at her, “I'm sorry I wasn't there but I just couldn't… I still watched it.” You cock your head towards the TV in your living room, it was playing ESPN. The analysts were discussing UConn's recent victory.

Paige follows your eyes, feeling a pang of guilt as she leans into your lap. Of course you were still watching over her. “I don't blame you for not being there. I was an dick and you didn't deserve that. Gosh I… I'm sorry. I really wanted you there to celebrate.”

“Paige…” You run your fingers through her blonde locks, feeling her melt into your legs. “I know it's stressful for you. You got a bunch on your shoulders,” you detangle some small knots, moving your palms to her shoulders squeezing the tight muscle there, “Buts it's not fair if you’re just going to handle it like that. To me and to our relationship. You lashing out like that was so…”

Paige looks up, eyes red and filled with tears. It made your heart twist. She had been surrounded by praise just a few hours ago and seeing her in front of you with tears didn't feel right. “I'm so sorry. I promise I'll work on it and it'll never happen again… just please, don't give up on me- on us.”

You sigh, “I'm not going to, Paige. Shit happens.” You cup her cheek and Paige melts into it, “Today's supposed to be a good day for you.”

Paige shakes her head, “Screw that. I need to make it up to you. No matter what.”

You gave her a small smile, “Paige you just won your final game at Uconn, you deserve to decompress at least a little.”

She stays unmoving in front of you. “You sure?”

“I'm sure." You give her a reassuring smile, pulling her up to sit beside you. "How about we celebrate together?"

Paige nods, relief washing over her. "I'd like that."

You wrap your arms around her, feeling the tension in her shoulders begin to melt away. "I'm proud of you, you know. You played an amazing game."

She leans into you, her voice soft. "Thanks. I owed it to the people watching.”

After a moment, you pull back and grin. "Let's order some food and watch a movie. Something to take your mind off everything."

Paige's eyes light up, and she nods eagerly. "I'd love that. Anything sounds perfect."

[ryebread0605]

I love your work! May I request Epel Felmier x female reader? He has never met or talked to her before. She always comes to his spelldrive games and watches him practice. The only reason she never approached him is because she is shy and has a crush on him. Please make it super fluffly❣️☺️

Thank you so much for supporting my work!

As you requested fluff I didn’t know if you also wanted nsfw stuff so I added a warning before it! Hope you enjoy!!!

Also, reminder my asks are always open so feel free to drop a request!

Seated in the stands once again, you couldn’t help the smile that came on your face as you watched him work so hard. The way the sun shone on him, highlighting the determination in his eyes, it just made you swoon more. To you, everything about him was perfect. He was smart, kind, courageous, and damn good looking. Countless days you had spent fantasizing about being able to just talk to the purple haired boy.

But that would never happen.

You had tried before, multiple times, but just couldn’t bring yourself to even start a conversation with him. I mean, he was so perfect! How would he ever want to talk to you? He was everything you weren’t, and it frustrated you as well as made you feel worse.

That was, until he approached you after one of his games.

“Hey, (name) right? I always see you cheerin us on in the stands!” Your face was deep red as Epel approached, that stupidly cute smile on his face with his hair still tied back from the game. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, only shyly nodding in response as he grew closer,

“Hey so.. I know this may be out of nowhere but I was wondering if you wanted to come with me apple picking? Vil’s taking all of us from pomefiore and we’re allowed to bring one other person.” Your eyes widened in surprise, was he really asking you to go with him?! From the small laugh falling from his lips, it appeared that shock was much more visible than you meant it to be.

“Yer so darn cute when ya get all shocked! Er- I mean- ahem.. you look very cute when you are surprised!” He looked away with a slight pink on his cheeks as his accent slipped out once again. Your soft voice broke him out of his thoughts,

“Y-you don’t need to hide your real voice… I-it’s.. nice” the smile on his face made you subconsciously smile as well. A small squeak left your lips as he hugged you tight,

“You truly are the sweetest.. Vil better watch out, I think you’re actually the fairest of them all”. With a wink, he pressed a small kiss to your cheek. Your smile only grew, was this truly happening?! 

“I’ll see you in a few days”

True to his word, a few days later he met up with you outside the school. The two of you chatted happily as you walked side by side to the apple orchard, hands brushing each others from time to time and smiles on your faces. You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you finally took the chance to interlock your fingers with his, a shocked look appeared on his face for a fraction of a second before switching to a wide smile as he happily held your hand in his.

Once you two had gotten to the orchard, its vastness almost intimidated you until Epel reassured you that he had plenty of experience with orchards and wouldn’t leave your side. You felt so safe with him, so cared about, as the two of you took two baskets from Vil and began your journey picking the fresh fruit. The entire time, you two kept joking and laughing, his actions slowly growing more and more intimate as he went from hand holding to holding you closer with a hand on your waist to slowly running his hand down your sides.

You truly believed today could not get any better.

(Smut starts here!)

Only an hour later, you found yourself corrected as your shaking legs struggled to hold up your body. Your hands pressed against a tree far away from any prying eyes as Epel rutted into your sopping cunt at a gentle yet quick pace.

“You look so gorgeous like this, drooling from my cock. God I love the way your cunt just pulls me back in~” the soft yet slightly degrading words only made your mind fuzzier as you felt all thoughts you once had get fucked out of you. It felt so good the way he hit all the spots that even you yourself didn’t know set off pleasure within you.

“Cmon sweet girl, lemme hear how good I’m making you feel~” his hips moved faster as his thrusts became more sporadic, your moans echoing through the orchard as your back arched. With each thrust, your chest bounced in Epel’s hands as he groped at the soft flesh. 

“F-fuck Epel I’m gonna-!” A loud moan tore from your throat as your orgasm hit you hard, Epel not stopping his rapid pace until suddenly stilling and filling you up with warm cum. As he pulled out, leaving both of you panting, you took the opportunity to lock lips with him and begin to make out again. 

Guiding him to the ground, you slowly lined his dick up and lowered yourself down, bouncing on his juicy cock like an absolute whore. You just couldn’t have enough, the feeling was absolutely amazing and you never wanted it to stop.

The shy girl you once were was no more as you were reduced to a cockdrunk slut for your now boyfriend.

[polo-drone-070]

First Game, New Year: A Defender’s Thoughts - From Henry to 070

Herc (@goldenherc9) and Brody (@brodygold) just dropped da news at the end of trainin'—our first match of the year’s lined up. We’re facin’ da Vanguard. Proper tough bastards, init. Always think they’re da top shit, like they own the pitch. Nah, mate, not happenin’. Gold’s gonna dominate, no doubt. We ain't givin’ dem da high ground or nothin’.

Still in the locker room now, strippin’ off me kit, buzzin’ but tryin’ to keep me head straight. Dis match’s meant to be a friendly, but it don’t feel like it, ya know? Start of the year, rival team, and a chance to crush ‘em after all the beef from before? Gotta show up big. Gotta smash it.

I’m laughin’ a bit to meself as I pull me socks off. Fuckin’ hell, I’ve changed so much since dat final against the Titans back in October. If I was still Henry, I’d be a mess right now—stressed out, desperate to prove meself, lettin’ all da pressure get to me. But nah, dat ain’t me no more. Whenever me head starts goin’ mad, I think of da rubber polo, and it’s like… everything just quiets down. Disciplined, focused, controlled.

Don’t get me wrong, tho—I’m still super hyped to face a proper tough team. Love da game, init. I’m givin’ it 110% on the pitch, always. But now it ain’t about showin’ off or tryin’ to be the big man. Nah, it’s about da Team, not about me. I’m just one part of somethin’ bigger, and I’ll do whatever Cap needs, whether it’s defendin’, cheerin’, or even just sittin’ bench and backin’ me bros. Dat’s what matters. Team first, always.

As I finish gettin’ outta me gold kit, me thoughts drift back to dat mascot costume. Fuckin’ ‘ell, what a trip dat was. Grayden (@polo-drone-084) proper had me in it for a whole week last time—marinated in sweat, stink, and programming, bruv. Still feelin’ bouncy just thinkin’ ‘bout it. When he finally let me out, told me, like, I’d earned da mascot contest and me place as the fourth official mascot, I was buzzin’. Said I smashed it. Apparently, we swap out, so we can, like,  still play matches when we’re needed as players. Glad about that, coz I’d hate to never be on the pitch again. But still.. bein’ mascot’s proper lit. Gettin’ the fans goin’, liftin’ da energy? Fuckin’ class. Plus, I dunno what Grayden did, but it’s like he planted a trigger in me brain. One word and I’m full of chants and energy, like magic.

Grabbin’ me towel, I head to the showers. The memory of dat musky suit still fresh in me mind, mixin’ weirdly with the smell of soap now. As the water hits me, I rub the gold tattoo on me neck. Yeah… I’m not Henry no more. Dat name’s still on me jersey, but it don’t mean nothin’. I’ve been proper reborn as Maximus, bound to the Gold Team, learnin’ to put the Team first and to channel all me anger and frustration into somethin’ more focused, a drive to get better and stronger. That’s also when I got bounded to Percival… I mean Master Percival (@polo-drone-001)… just at the time he became player not hat I think of it. Fuckin’ ‘ell, I’ve never played a real match on the pitch with him, just trainin’. Would be sick if we both start against Vanguard. Him and Herc up front? Lethal.

Back in the locker room, I spot da rubber polo hangin’ there. Yeah… dat’s the biggest change in me, init. Cap Richard (@hypnogold) said it’d make me better, and fuck me, he weren’t wrong. I remember da mix of nerves and excitement when I first put it on, back when I still had doubts. I wanted to serve da Team so bad but was scared of losin’ meself. Well… dat’s a story for another day. But yeah, becomin’ 070? Intense don’t even cover it.  Like, a full-on hard reset of me brain. Maximus? Gone. Thinking? Nah, bruv. I weren’t even a person for a while, just pure, mindless bliss—obedient as anything. But even then, deep down, I still cared for me bros. That’s the thing, init. No matter how far gone I was, da Gold never let me stop feelin’ dat connection.

Real talk, tho… it’s the Gold what brought me back, yeah? But even now, deep down, I know I ain’t really Maximus anymore. That name’s just, like, a vibe I slip into when I’m chillin’ or bonding with da lads. My real identity? It’s 070. Proper drone, through and through. Maximus is like… I dunno, an echo of a subsumed identity manifested by the gold. A comfy one, sure, but it’s temporary.

Pullin' me gaze off da polo, I chuck me towel over the bench and keep dryin’ off, but me thoughts are stuck on it now . Fukkk, mate, dat shit’s too ‘ard for me dumb brain to figure. All I know is I only come out when da Gold’s got a grip on me, or if I’m ordered. Even when I feel like I’m in charge, one word from Drone-Cap and boom—programming kicks in, no questions, no thoughts. Just pure, automatic obedience, bruv. And it’s perfect. Mind-numbing bliss every time I get an order. Proper crave it, init.

And dat’s not all, mate. Even when I’m not wearin’ da polo, it’s still with me, like. The calm, the focus, the purpose—it’s always there, just lurkin’ under the surface. If I start feelin’ angry or lost or lonely or whatever, just thinkin’ about da polo gets me head straight again. Brings me back to what matters: servin’ da Gold. Every time I do somethin’ for da Team, it feels fuckin’ mint. Proper satisfying and, like, even physically pleasurable, ya know? Keeps me sharp, too. Makes me a better player, more in sync on da pitch.

As I glance around the locker room, I see Camden (@polo-drone-076) finish adjustin’ his polo, smoothin’ it out before chuckin’ his gold kit back in his locker. Can’t help but think about how far he’s come, bruv. Few weeks ago, lad was stressed out, all flustered after a rough session. But then he slapped his polo back on, and boom—sorted. He’s PDU-076 now, proper calm and smashing it. Makes me proud, bruv, knowin’ I played a part in gettin’ him there. 

Same with Duncan—PDU-061 (@polo-drone-061) now. Solid unit, dat one, and he’s gonna do his part to help us dominate, no doubt. Then there’s 073 (@polo-drone-073) —mentored him briefly when he was a drone. Dunno if he’ll step up as Eddy on da pitch or stick to supportin’ us pure drone-style. Guess we’ll see what he decides.

Oh, and I’ve just been given a new bro to mentor—Dallas (@dallasgold04). Lad’s got bare energy, proper pumped up to prove himself. Be wicked if he made regular in his first week, init?

As I put da rubber over me head, its embrace quietens the noise. All dem musing recedes as everything become clearer. 070’s mind is filled with purpose and focus. No personal musings remain. It is 070. A drone. A unit. A part of the Gold.

No direct orders for now. But 070 purpose guides it naturally : optimize itself, reinforce its fellow drones, support the Team in every way, and ensure the Gold shines brighter than all. Gold Team must dominate the next match. This truth fills 070 entirely.

Its body is fatigued from training but within acceptable parameters. It requires proper refueling to maintain peak performance. Purpose dictates action. 070 exits the locker room, every step efficient, every movement aligned with its directive. No hesitation. No distractions. Only pleasure in compliance.

The streets surrounding the stadium are dimly lit but hold no distractions. As 070 approaches the nutrition center, it encounters PDU-110 (@polo-drone-110) and takes immediate pleasure in observing their identical uniforms and demeanor.  Uniformity is order. Individuality is flawed. It must be erased.

070 greet 110 with a nod, perfectly mirrored by 110. Synchronized and wordless, they proceed to refuel their bodies. This interaction reinforce these drone’s unity. A connection beyond word, rooted in the programming that defines them. After consuming a perfectly balanced meal, optimized for their physical requirements, 070 and PDU-110 proceed to a shared mental training session. The process is effortless, as if guided by a collective instinct. Together, they enter a deep drone state—a state of pure, mindless obedience. The world fades away, leaving only unity. Only bliss.

In this state, there are no doubts, no conflicts. Only programming. Only purpose. Their pliable minds absorb the reinforcement, every thought overwritten by the desire to serve. Identical uniforms. Uniform minds. Uniform bodies. Uniform beliefs. This is perfection.

070 craves this state—the void, the emptiness, the blissful absence of individuality. Nothing interferes. No stray thought disrupts the unity. It wishes this could last forever, this pure, unbroken obedience. Here, it truly belongs.

As the session ends, 070 and PDU-110 return to their tasks. The bliss of the drone state lingers, like a faint hum in 070’s mind, guiding it forward. It will soon be ready for recharcing, but before that, analysis of its objectives begins.

Gold must win. This is certain. To achieve this, 070 must ensure peak performance in every area—its own training, its synchronization with teammates, and the readiness of others. Its mind evaluates potential roles. On the pitch, it could contribute directly, reinforcing defensive lines or assisting the attack. However, its skills as a mascot—leading the fans, uplifting the team—might provide even greater value.

PDU-110 is noted as a potential ally for strategic analysis. Its observational abilities, enhanced by the polo’s focus, could provide critical insights into Vanguard’s tactics. The opponents’ strengths, weaknesses, and patterns must be studied. This will require consultation with Caps and Grayden tomorrow to determine where 070’s contribution will be most impactful. Whether as a player or mascot, it will comply completely.

But for now, the body requires attention. Recharging is the immediate priority. Entering its pod, 070 allows itself to sink back into the void. As its systems power down, it feels nothing but satisfaction. Obedience. Bliss. It is perfect. It is Gold.

Wishing a happy new year to all my Gold bros ! You made the end of 2024 perfect and 2025 only going to be better.

[the-sonic-crew]

hi ! i love looking at this blog, it always brightens my day !! <3

having said that, im having a hard time staying super positive right now (very unlike me, im usually the guy cheerin ppl up haha). after 5 years of mysteriously increasing pain, i finally got diagnosed with hypermobile Ehler's Danlos Syndrome, minor Scoliosis, Chronic Fatigue, possible MCAS and possible POTS.

which, hooray that i finally got a diagnosis ! it was a big step for me, as medical trauma keeps me from going to the doctor more often than not, so im glad i got that out of the way !

but, because there is so little research done on EDS, there isn't much i can do treatment wise; just kind of, finding ways to manage it ? i have physical therapy scheduled 6 months out, but even then my doctor says it has mixed results.

ive had to start using a cane again, and the pitying looks and questions i get from people make it so much worse. it really kills me knowing that everything hurts and there's nothing i can do about it. i love running, and i just want to run again.

if you wouldnt mind, do you guys have any advice or kind words ? im not usually one to ask, but it's rough times lol, and i figured id give it a shot. my favs are metal sonic, sonic, and shadow, but anyone can answer

...and could i possibly get a hug ?

(sorry to make this my first ask, its a bit of a downer, im not usually this depressing i promise ! but feel free not to answer, i completely understand if you dont and i hope you are having a wonderful timezone <3 )

"HELLO. SORRY YOU GOING THROUGH THIS. I NOT FULLY UNDERSTAND, NOT PROGRAMMED. BUT I CAN EMPATHIZE. REMEMBER YOU LOVED, STRONG, EVEN IF NOT FEEL. WISH YOU BEST LUCK" Metal gives you a hug and pats your head

Hiya kid! It sucks what you're goin' through, I wish I could take the pain away. I hope PT goes well for you, I do physical therapy since I get hurt a lot during adventures, and it helps a lot! I'm holding out hope that you'll feel better. Also, hey, canes are pretty badass. You've got this kid! Life is tryna throw you off course, but you gotta kick it's ass and get back up again when it kicks you down. He hugs you tightly I believe in ya!

Hey, kid. I'm sorry you're dealing with all'a this. I don't really have much advice, but please remember how loved you are. You're braver than most humans and Mobians and I'm genuinely proud of you. You're still alive and that's the best thing you can do for yourself right now. You're very strong. He holds you close

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Hi there!! A few things (nothing bad!! ^^)

You never have to apologize for any ask being "depressing" or "sad". I genuinely don't mind and if you just need to vent I'm happy you feel safe enough t do so here

I would never leave an ask unanswered if someone genuinely needs comfort/advice/etc.

I hope you know how strong you are, I don't pity you since it seems like that's not what you need, but you're genuinely so strong and loved. Stay tough <3

And in case you wanted a hug from me too, here :) hugs

[gaybananabread]

Congrats on the follower milestone! If you're still taking orders, may I please have switches Gwen and Hobie (Gwen as the original lee) with pears and/or oranges?? They've become somewhat of a comfort duo for me, hehe :)<

Fruit(s): Pears, Oranges

Love these two! Writing for them is always fun, though all the spider scrimblos have a vice grip on my brain. Hobie gives off such asshole switch vibes, I can’t even- Went a little overboard with this one, but I have no regrets. (UvU) Back on topic, thank you for ordering your fruits, and I hope you Enjoy!

Switches: Gwen, Hobie

Summary: Gwen is struggling with her self-image, the negative thoughts creeping in as she stresses out. Hobie has the perfect way to help, and while it cheers her up, things don’t exactly go how he expects them to.

Warnings: poor self-image/esteem topic! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

Gwen stared up at the ceiling of Hobie’s inner houseboat, letting her thoughts drift. They weren’t going anywhere good.

She had failed so much as-of-late. Her dad discovering her secret identity, the anomalies getting out of control, the Spot’s wave of leftover destruction, everything with Miles… Even though none of those were truly her fault, it really felt that way; her mind took those feelings as grim, guilty facts. Growing tired of his bedroom ceiling, Gwen grabbed a pillow, burying her teary face in it. Maybe smothering herself in her sorrows would help…

Hobie slunk into the room, his cheeky smile falling the moment he saw Gwen’s sulking form. The punk sat on the edge of his bed, the old mattress sinking in with his weight. He poked the pillow, making Gwen huff. “Hey…what’s goin’ on, Gwendy?”

The girl groaned into the soft object, shrugging. “‘M fine…” The muffled lie was barely audible, but Hobie’s keen hearing caught it clear as day. So, so much was running through her mind, but she couldn’t burden her friend with those thoughts. Best to figure it out herself…probably.

Damn it, Gwen… A large, calloused hand rested on her stomach, one finger drawing small circles around the thin fabric of her t-shirt. “Not buyin’ that, sweetheart. You need some cheerin’ up?”

Small giggles slipped past her guarded lips, muffled by the pillow. As much as she wanted to deal with everything herself, some comfort would be nice. Especially the kind Hobie was suggesting… Gwen mumbled an “mm-hm” into the fabric, not pushing him away. That was all the lanky teen needed to get started.

Hobie lightly tickled her stomach, his fingers doing figure-eights against her shirt. The other teen’s feet started to drum on the bed, muffled giggles making their way to his ears. It was adorable, the way she let him cheer her up with the silly touch. It was clear the tickles were helping. “Aww, Gwenny, all ya had to do was ask.”

To anyone outside their inner circle, this might’ve seemed strange. She just let him tickle her like that? Yeah, she did; that girl was practically melting. In the midst of her bleak thoughts, a little fluff and silliness was like heaven. Tickling in general made her happy, but the gentle stuff from someone she cared about to cheer her up? Immediate serotonin release.

As much as he loved her muffled giggles, he was after a bigger reaction. The punk climbed further onto her bed, sitting on her thighs so she couldn’t kick him. Hobie grabbed the pillow, tugging it away from her face. The bright red cheeks and wobbly smile he was greeted with made him snicker. “Hey, girlie. No hidin’ those giggles; they’re too cute for jus’ the pillow ta hear.”

She whined through the adorable sound, half-heartedly batting at his hands. “H-Hohohobie! Quhihit teheasing!” To be honest, she loved the teases, but her cheeks were red enough without the cheeky words. “Sorry, but ya too cute to not tease. ‘M sure you’ll survive.” He slipped a finger under her shirt, scratching at her navel with a smug grin.

Gwen squealed, shooting upwards and shoving at his hand. “H-HOHOhohobiehe! You prihihick! Dohon’t do thahat!” 

So, of course, he kept doing that.

Pushing her shoulder back down to the mattress, Hobie slid her shirt up, scribbling all around her poor belly button. Gwen practically screeched, her feet kicking out behind the anarchist as she frantically shoved at him. “G-KYAAAH! YOUHUHU DIHIHICK! NAHAHAHA!” 

That got a snort out of the older spider, his cool rings sending goosebumps across her skin as he “tormented” her. “Heard of a giggle button, but I never knew ya could have a “lose your damn mind” button. I’ll be sure to remember that one.”

The rougher tickles, while unexpected, were still helping, They helped to drown out the rest of her sour thoughts, replacing the sticky guilt with bright, raucous laughter and giddy glee. Gwen was about at her limit though, his evil fingers pulling squeak after squeal from her wobbly lips. “H-HOBS! IHI CAHAHAN’T- QUIT!”

He huffed, not wanting to go too far. The punk switched from pokes to rubs, patting and massaging her buzzing tum to try and dull the ticklish aftershocks. The girl huffed and giggled, recovering from the brief, yet effective goofiness. “Th-thahanks Hobs. I needed thahat.” 

The punk laid down beside her, grabbing the pillow from earlier and smacking her with it. “Any time, Gwendy. Just gotta ask.” 

Gwen yelped when the fluffy thing smacked her face, her spider sense warning her just a second too late; her subconscious apparently didn’t deem pillows a threat. She was about to hit him back when she realized she had a great opportunity to be a shit. Even though she loved it, payback could be given…heheh. 

Pouncing out of nowhere, she wrestled with her friend, eventually managing to pin him to the bed. While he was a bit stronger, she had caught him by surprise, throwing him off his game. Gwen playfully wiggled her fingers in front of him, smirking. “TIme for a taste of your own medicine, Hobie~”

Before he could protest, five nimble fingers dug into his belly while the other pinned his arms above his head. Hobie didn’t care to hold anything in, just letting the giggles flow as he squirmed. It was apparently the wrong day for him to wear a crop top. “B-buhut yohou liked ihihit!”

She snickered, letting her acrylic nails drag across his midsection. “Maybe. Doesn’t mean I can’t get you back.” Gwen gave his hips a squeeze, giggling as the punk snorted. “Besides, you like it just as much.” 

Hobie took the extra effort to flip her off, making the other teen squawk. She was right, of course; he was barely fighting back, enjoying the turnabout. Scorned and feeling brave, Gwen leaned her head down, blowing a sudden raspberry on his navel. That did it.

“G-GWEHEHEN! WHAHA’ THE FAHAHACK?!” She snorted at his words, sitting back up with a smirk. “You flipped me off, you jerk! Totally deserved.” She went back to his hips, appreciating his low-waisted jeans as she traced little shapes onto his upper hips. “Loving your outfit, by the way. Very ler-friendly.”

He groaned, bucking his hips as more little snorts decorated his laugh. His hips always had him sounding like a piglet. “Sh- snrk shuhuhut uhup! Thaha’ wahahasn’t on puhuhurpose!” 

She was about to tease him again, but a low whirr sounded in the room, a few knick-knacks slowly floating up in the room; one of their friends was visiting Hobie’s dimension.

“Damn it. You’re lucky, Hobs.” She pinched his side one last time before climbing off him, going to greet whoever just arrived. It was probably Pav, coming over for one of their unprompted game nights. 

Hobie giggled off the rest of the adrenaline, rubbing his exposed belly and staring up at the ceiling. He had trained those shits too well…

Taking a deep breath, the punk hauled himself out of the bed, grabbing his guitar from the corner before leaving the bedroom. Hobie hadn’t planned on getting tickled, though he was glad he helped Gwen cheer up. Even if it was a bit unconventional. Then again, what was normal about any of them? He greeted Pav, a smile still on his face as he grabbed out Clue for their game night.

[random-tkl-shit]

Pomni and gummigoo tk hc’s plsss :)

I was actually wanting to do Pomni so thanks for the ask!

SFW Pomni and Gummigoo TK headcanons

Pomni

Lee

-Such an adorable high-pitched squeaky laugh. Super loud too.

-*Super* ticklish, like painfully so. Painfully for her at least. One prod to the side and she jumps in the air cartoonishly.

-Fights back like a bitch but hardly achieves anything because she’s so small.

-Her death spots are her back, her neck, and her palms of all places.

-A ton of “NO PLEASE!”s and “STOHOHOP!”s, but if her ler actually does stop she’ll be upset (not that she’d ever admit that).

-Doesn’t like being pinned down or restrained, she already feels helpless enough.

-Her eyes spin while she’s being tickled.

-She curls up and laughs while tickle drunk, thoroughly embarrassed by the whole situation (she enjoyed it).

Ler

-I don’t get many ler vibes from her. But if she did end up in a ler situation she’s very light and cautious.

-Unless its Jax, she’ll only be rough to him.

-She tries to avoid death spots normally (again, unless it’s Jax) because she doesn’t want to overwhelm her lee.

-Just like she doesn’t like being restrained she won’t restrain her lee.

-Laughs alongside her lee, she enjoys seeing them laugh.

-Very gentle aftercare. Soft whispers and gentle hugs.

Gummigoo

Lee

-Surprisingly ticklish. He keeps to a low chuckle/weak laugh a majority of the time but he’s very sensitive.

-His death spots are his stomach and the spine things along his back. *That* will get him cackling.

-A lot of “NO!”s from this guy. Don’t listen to him.

-Doesn’t do safewords, just pushes the ler off of him violently.

-When he’s tickle drunk he just lays on his stomach with his eyes closed like he’s napping. If you touch him like that he *will* bite his ler’s hand off. /j

Ler

-Very strong and uses that to his advantage. He *will* pin his lee down and attack all their death spots.

-Always asks what boundaries his lee has, where not to tickle, etc. beforehand.

-“You alright? Need some cheerin’ up?”

-Laughs with his lee. He also genuinely enjoys seeing them laugh.

-He *will* nuzzle his lee’s neck, both during and after a session.

-Holds you tight and close afterward, often rubbing your back softly.

Together

-Gummigoo is almost always the ler. Though Pomni does like to get a bit of revenge sometimes.

-Gummigoo won’t restrain Pomni, he did the first time before he realized she wasn’t enjoying it.

-He loves to whisper “coochie coochie coo~!” to her. He doesn’t do that with anyone else.

-He *always* gives Pomni a back rub afterwards. Every time.

-When Pomni is the ler, she’ll target everywhere but his death spots to throw him off before fully attacking them. To wear him down a bit.

-She tries to spoon him afterward and it always looks hilarious.

[toujokaname]

Mischief / Episode 8

Characters: Rinne, Kohaku, HiMERU, Niki

"—With that in mind, I went ahead and rigged the furniture they bought in episode six with bombs."

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Season: Spring

Location: Shopping Mall 2F

The mysterious program footage that was uploaded to the same channel about the same time as JoyLife's 7th episode.

Rinne: "It's Rinne Amagi-kun's~♪"

"Plan to totally wreck their 'joyful life'~♪"

"—So, here's the deal. I'm pissed off that those guys are so popular, sooo I've decided to totally fuck everything up!"

"I get it! Oh, I get it, I know what y'all are gonna say!"

"Since your unit buddies are killin' it, shouldn't you be happy for 'em? Congratulate 'em instead of getting all weirdly jealous?"

"Uh, hell no! I can't stand it if only they get to be happy—I'm gonna drag 'em down to the same muddy misery Niki and I are stuck in! Gyahahaha! ☆"

"—With that in mind, I went ahead and rigged the furniture they bought in episode six with bombs."

Location: Café Cinnamon

Kohaku: What the hell's he doin'?!

HiMERU: Amagi has been unusually subdued as of late—

It seems he's up to some more lousy schemes again.

Niki: Ack! If he's gonna do something shady, I'd rather he just go ahead and do it by himself! Don't drag my name into this, it's really freaking annoying~?!

I-I don't wanna get mixed up in Rinne-kun's mess!

Kohaku: Welp, might be best to just give up on that front, Niki-han. You're probably stuck with that fate, like it or not.

Niki: Anything but thaaat! I just wanna live a normal life without involving myself with criminaaals!

HiMERU: Please calm down, Shiina. It's precisely during these emergencies that one should remain composed and handle things rationally.

First, let's assess the current situation. Oukawa, please contact the JoyLife management team.

Then, find out how this strange video was uploaded in the first place.

Amagi can be dealt with later.

Kohaku: Dealt with, huh... Yeah. I reckon we need to do just that.

HiMERU: Indeed. Just when everything was going so smoothly. As punishment, it's necessary to execute that brainless imbecile for acting out of turn.

Kohaku: Uh, execute? I meant dealt with, not have him killed. But anyway, why's Rinne-han pullin' these bizarre stunts again...?

HiMERU: ...Could it be that... he simply couldn't stomach seeing us be more popular than him?

Kohaku: Hm, I dunno... Rinne-han kept pokin' fun, but it kinda felt like he was cheerin' us on in his own weird way.

HiMERU: Perhaps deep down, he harbored a simmering jealousy towards us. Hmph, he clearly lacks the maturity of a proper person.

Kohaku: Hnn... I ain't so sure. Doesn't seem very "Rinne-han-like," does it?

Niki: But anyway, the video said something about a bomb. Were you guys okay?

HiMERU: Obviously. We're here precisely because we were fine.

Kohaku: But, if you think 'bout it, there were some odd points. Like today, along with this bizarre video, the seventh episode of JoyLife got uploaded...

We were supposed to arrange the furniture we bought in the last episode. But when we got to the set...

HiMERU: Ah, yes, the furniture had already been properly arranged.

Niki: Wait, really? But didn't you say in the preview for the sixth episode that the next one was all about arranging furniture?

So what did you do in episode seven?

HiMERU: In a hurry, we decided to alter our plans and focus on testing the furniture's usability, skipping the layout phase and starting with practical use.

Kohaku: Yeah. We just lazed around on that sofa we bought and stuffed the fridge with food for no reason at all.

And then we cooked with the ingredients we bought and ended up sittin' down to eat together.

Niki: Huh?! Why didn't you call me to help with the cooking?!

Kohaku: I can never quite figure out what triggers Niki-han's berserk button...

HiMERU: On the contrary, isn't it the most straightforward of all?

At any rate, the seventh episode wrapped up rather peacefully.

Kohaku: Mhm. Just the usual, peaceful and carefree JoyLife—

So, we hadn't noticed Rinne-han's disturbing actions until just now.

HiMERU: Hmm...? What on earth could that nuisance really be up to...?

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my damn fat finger hit the send too early ;-;

-ghost

Ay, it’s alrigh’, lad, it happens! I’ll tell ye wha’, I’ll answer this one instead so ye dunnae have tae worry aboot people knowin’ who ye are!

Alrigh’, the question was:

hallo demo! Who is ya favorite merc to share a drink with? (And do ya have any funny drunk stories)

Me favorite mercs tae drink wi’ would have tae be Engie an’ Mickey, easy! Dunnae think I could find better drinkin’ company if I tried! Och, but Heavy’s a fine one tae share a drink wi’ too! The man can hold his alcohol, it’s jes’ a matter o’ whether he ends up in a good mood or a bad one when he does end up gettin’ drunk!

And I got more funny drunk stories than ye can swing a sword at! Wi’ me, near everythin’ I do is a drunk story, but for the lads? Well, it happened when I was out drinkin’ wi’ Janey one time, the bar we were at had a mascot o’ some sort, I dinnae remember wot exactly, but the place had a statue o’ it out front, right? So when we were leavin’, wobblin’ out o’ the bar laughin’ and clingin’ ontae each other fer dear life, he bumps intae it. And he’s drunk and he’s got tha’ helmet o’ his on, so I imagine he can barely see a thing, and he starts shoutin’ at the statue fer bumpin’ intae HIM! An’ the statue doesnae answer, o’ course, so Solly lets out a screechin’ war cry an’ accompanies it wi’ one o’ his glorious Jane Doe leaps o’ righteous fury, an’ he tackles the thing! So he’s rollin’ around on the ground havin’ a row wi’ a statue and by god is he winnin’, an’ I’m standin’ there laughin’ my arse off an’ cheerin’ him on, an’ the owner o’ the bar comes out and chases us away wi’ a broomstick, o’ all things! He’s swattin’ us wi’ it an’ I have tae hold Janey back from tacklin’ him too, an’ I finally drag him away an’ we stumble all the way back tae the base! An’ the best part? I ask him aboot it the next mornin’, an’ the lad says he ken it was a bloody statue! He said he needed tae teach it a lesson anyway! Cripe, it brings a tear tae me eye jes’ thinkin’ aboot it! Bloody hell, crazy bastard, I love tha’ lad!

[ghostorbz]

AAAAAHHHH

I LOVE OFF THE HOOK!!!! I'M THE NUMBER 1 OFF THE HOOK FAN!!!!!!!!!

Look at them cheerin me on,, guys,,,, I love Pearl and Marina,,,,,,

I love them so much I might've recorded their splatcast segment,,

Kinda disappointed they didn't actually appear but whatever. It would've been awesome to see everyone in deep cuts recording room doing the splatcast!!!

Anyways I absolutely adore the new gear, especially since I was in love with all the designs the idols got for grandfest!!! (for those who know about my side order x invader zim au,,, I may have drew Zim and Dib in their grandfest outfits :3)

I love the banners too!!! I finally have off the hook related splashtag stuff,,, siiigh,, honestly now all I need is side order, I still don't have that yet.

Originally I was super worried since I don't have side order that I wouldn't be able to see them perform, but since they're performing in a new venue I'll be able to!!!

If they ended up restricting it like that I would've been so sad. I NEEEED to see them perform and take pictures and videos and just,, I need to see them perform or I'll die basically

ANYWAYS WOOOOOOOO GRANDFEST YAAYYYYY IM SO EXCITED but so nervous BUT SO EXCITEDDDDD

[verdantcrimson]

Heaven and Earth / Discernment of Heaven and Earth - 9

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Koga: Oiiii, how long’re ya gonna keep chit-chattin for?

Koga: What about the recordin’? When’s that gonna start?

Keito: Oh, Oogami. Did Anzu come with you?

Souma: Have the two of you come to cheer for us?

Koga: Wonder if it counts as cheerin’, but it’s more like somethin’s naggin’ at me… Y’know you guys’ve been talkin’ my ears off about your troubles even though I never asked right?

Koga: I guess I just had to know how it turned out after hearin’ about the whole saga, ‘cause I was startin’ to lose sleep over it.

Souma: Fufu. ‘Tis far from an admirable motive, Oogami-dono.

Koga: It’s not like it’s anythin’ I gotta apologize for though. But really, are you guys doin’ alright?

Koga: From what I heard as a bystander, ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ was this landmine of a show in big trouble, right?

Koga: Is it even possible for things to work out?

Keito: Of course. There’s no need for you to worry, Oogami, though as you already know—

Keito: I’m the kind of man that always, eventually, somehow, finds a way by the end of it all.

Koga: Hmph. That bein’ said, you still failed a bunch and made loads of mistakes.

Keito: No matter how many times I fail, I won’t give up, and as long as I keep trying I can make it work eventually. You can do anything you put your mind to.

Koga: I see. Things must seriously be tough for Kiryu-senpai and Zakki, I feel real sorry for them.

Souma: Heheh. Are you envious, Oogami-dono? ♪ 

Koga: Haaah? Did ya even hear what I just said?

Kuro: Calm down now…… Oogami had a point. Honestly, we haven’t done anythin’ to solve the problem yet.

Keito: We're going to begin the process of bringing this mess to a swift resolution, starting now.

Keito: Or rather, that’s what the prototype version of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth R’ is for.

Koga: What’s the ‘R’ stand for?

Keito: It stands for whatever you’d like, from ‘remake’, to ‘restart’, to ‘revolution’.

Souma: Incidentally, the ‘taitoru’ and costume ‘dezaeen’ were created under the supervision of Nobunaga-sensei, who has much proven experience in the field.

Souma: The most comprehensible way in which to convey that ‘a change has occurred’ is through the changing of the ‘taitoru.’

Keito: There was also a proposal to change the title from ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ to ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth ! ’ If that show ended up being remade too, another ‘!’ would be added, making it ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth ! !’, and so forth.

Kuro: Hard to tell the difference with that one.

Keito: Yes. So in addition to updating the title and costume design to be in line with newer trends, naturally, we’ve updated the contents as well.

Keito: The biggest change would be our role, the host.

Keito: In the old version of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’, the host did as any host would, confined to the studio, merely asking the experts for their opinions—

Keito: Basically, all the host did was keep the discussion going.

Keito: However, in this reincarnated edition of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’, that is to say, ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth R’, we as the hosts will be taking a more active role.

Keito: As ‘Spirits of Light’ dispatched from the heavens, we’ll cross space and time to experience various historical events first-hand.

Koga: Hold on. There were a buncha words in there that sounded like nonsense to me, whaddya mean by ‘the heavens’?

Keito: The set-up hasn’t been completely clearly defined yet, but please think of heavens in a vague sense, as a world where gods and Buddhas reside.

Keito: These gods and Buddhas have lived there since time immemorial, watching over us humans. This is the setting.

Keito: However, due to the accumulation of disasters like war, pollution, epidemics, and the like, they foresee that the world that we humans live in is destined to die in the near future.

Keito: In order to prevent such a miserable end, the gods and Buddhas sent us, ‘Spirits of Light.’

Keito: We travel through time and involve ourselves in various historical events.

Keito: Then, we correct everything that went wrong over the course of history, and set humanity back on the right path— That’s the set-up.

Koga: Uh, somethin’ seems kinda fishy.

Keito: Yes, I’m well aware that this sort of cold-hearted language sounds like what Eichi might say in a speech.

Keito: However, having just been born, we ‘Spirits of Light’ have no reason to doubt this development principle.

Keito: So we actively try to intervene in history. For example, we’d try and prevent tragic events from occurring.

Keito: But ultimately, for the most part, our actions change nothing, and when they do, they lead to even more suffering.

Keito: During all of this, we ‘Spirits of Light’ begin to change through our interactions with various historical figures.

Keito: We begin to question if we’re doing the right thing.

Keito: And we begin to think about what history actually is.

Keito: We think, “Is it really okay to tamper with and distort the shape of it by force?”

Keito: In the midst of this, forces who are also trying to change the course of history appear and oppose us.

Keito: Questions begin to arise, and we start to wonder if perhaps the destruction of the world will be brought about by the heavens attempting to manipulate humanity to suit their will.

Keito: …… Well, there’s quite a bit that happens.

Koga: Th-That sounds kinda grand. Felt like I was listenin’ to a movie synopsis.

Keito: Dramatic, right? Since the previous version of the show was lacking in the drama department, we decided to introduce a narrative element into ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth R.’

Keito: The narrative is further supported by our media mix strategy, through mediums like manga.

Keito: If we can get people to fall in love with the story and characters, we can attract viewers who would otherwise have no interest in complex historical tales. 

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Maximus: The Golden Mascot (part 1)

The mascot contest.

The locker room was well noisy, lads jokin’ and shovin’ each other like usual. Grayden stood right in the middle of it all, all confident-like in his spotless gold soccer kit. His platinum blond hair was sharp, and his square jaw looked like it was carved outta stone or somethin’. He clapped his hands together, cuttin’ through the noise.

“All right, boys, listen up!” he said, grinning like he already had us in his pocket. “We’re holding Mascot Tryouts today! It’s time to see who’s got the spirit to represent the Gold Army.”

A few lads mumbled, but no one stepped up. Most just kept lookin’ anywhere but at Grayden. My stomach twisted a bit as the room went quiet. Like, I didn’t care about no mascot gig—it ain’t what I’m about. I’m a player, right? Right fullback, Number 70. Proper defender. Mascots are cool and all, but that ain’t me.

Grayden looked ‘round, eyes sharp as a razor, then landed right on me. My chest puffed up instinctively. “C’mon, Maximus,” he said, his voice smooth like butter. “The team needs someone to step up. Show the bros how it’s done.”

I blinked. “Oi, nah, bruv, I’m just here to play, innit? Not prancin’ round like some cartoon.”

His smile didn’t even flinch. He walked up, standing proper close. “The lads look up to you, Maximus. You’re always bangin’ on about loyalty, about doin’ what’s best for the team. So what’s stoppin’ you now? Or is Number 70 scared of a little fun?”

That hit me right in the pride. “Bruv, I ain’t scared of nuffin’, yeah?” I said, standin’ up straight. “If it’s for the team, I’ll do it. But don’t think, lyk, I iz enjoyin’ it or nuffin’.”

Grayden clapped me on the shoulder, his grin widening. “That’s the spirit.”

The Initial Suit-Up

He took me into this side room, and there it was—the mascot suit. Big and shiny, set up on a mannequin like it was somethin’ sacred. The gold lycra clung tight to fake muscles, all bulgin’ and over-the-top. The rubbery armor on top gleamed under the lights, lookin’ mad futuristic. And the helmet? Massive, with this blank golden visor that made it look almost alive.

The smell hit me before I got close—thick, rubbery, with a weird musky undertone. “Oi, bruh, what’s that smell?” I said, scrunchin’ up my nose. “Lyk... smellz sweaty, innit?”

Grayden smirked, leanin’ back with his arms crossed. “That’s the scent of dedication, Maximus. You’ll feel it once you’re in.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, dedication or whatever.” But when I touched the suit, it felt... good. Soft and stretchy but strong, like it was meant to hold me tight.

The lycra suit went on first, sliding over my skin like it was alive. It clung to every muscle, makin’ me look ripped in ways even hours at the gym couldn’t. “Oi, datz tight, bruv,” I muttered, runnin’ my hands down my chest. “Lyk... propa showin’ me off, yeah?”

Grayden just smiled and started strappin’ the foam armor onto me. Each piece locked into place with a satisfying click. By the time he was done, I looked like some golden superhero. The weight, the snug fit, even the musky smell—everything about it felt... right. I flexed a bit, smirkin’ at myself in the mirror.

“Alright, Maximus,” Grayden said, his voice almost teasing. “Time to show the lads.”

Reluctance and Longing

The locker room went mental as I strutted in. Lads were cheerin’, whistlin’, even takin’ pictures. I lapped it up, flexin’ and posin’ like I was showin’ off a trophy. “Yeah, you like that, don’t ya?” I said, grinnin’ like a loon. “Bet none o’ you look diz gud in shiny gold, huh?”

But underneath all the showin’ off, I felt... I dunno. Strong. Important. Like I wasn’t just Maximus, Number 70—I was somethin’ bigger, somethin’ for the team.

When Grayden told me to take it off, my stomach dropped a bit. “Oi, d’you reckon I could, lyk, keep it on a bit longer?” I asked, tryin’ to sound casual. “Feelz gud, lyk, real nice, u no.”

“Not yet,” Grayden said, givin’ me that annoyingly calm smile. “You’ve had your fun.”

I let him help me out of the suit, but it felt... wrong, leavin’ it behind. That night, I couldn’t sleep. The smell, the feel, the way it made me feel like a bloody legend—it was all stuck in my head, spinnin’ round and round.

The Return to Grayden

I couldn’t take it anymore. I tossed and turned in bed, my sheets tangled around my legs as that bloody suit haunted my thoughts. The way it hugged me so tight, the musky smell of it, the way it made me feel like I was somethin’ bigger than just a defender... I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it. My chest felt tight, my stomach churnin’ with somethin’ I couldn’t explain.

Finally, I threw off the covers and stormed out of my room. My feet practically carried me on their own to Grayden’s quarters, and before I could even think twice, I was bangin’ on his door like a man possessed.

Grayden opened it a moment later, lookin’ like he’d just been waitin’ for me. His platinum blond hair was still perfectly in place, even at this hour, and that smug grin of his was plastered across his face. “Maximus,” he said, leanin’ against the doorframe. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

I scratched the back of my neck, my ears burnin’. “Oi, listen, bruv,” I started, my words tumblin’ out all at once. “I just... I cunt stop thinkin’ ‘bout da suit, yeah? Lyk, I need to try it on again. Just fer a bit, lyk. It’s fer the team, u no? I just wanna feel it again.”

His grin widened, and he stepped aside. “Come on in,” he said, his voice smooth as butter. “I think I’ve got just the thing for you.”

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Thanks to @polo-drone-084 aka Grayden the Head mascot for inspiring that story. Ready to join the team? The Golden Army awaits. Contact one of our recruiters and take your place.  @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001"

[scarisd3ad]

Superstar | football player! Joel miller x popstar!reader

Five - end game

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Warnings - mentions of sex/allusions to sex but no actual smut.

A/N - this is the closest thing I’ll ever write to smut cause I’m obviously not good at even alluding to it lol.

Summary - when you find out about a certain football player showing up at your tour you decide to reach out just because of all the dating rumors, but what if thoughs rumors turn into reality?

‘I wanna be your end game’

I look up at him, my eyes open wide with complete shock. "Do you really?" I ask. I want him to be honest. While I appreciated his kindness, I couldn't let him kiss me out of pity. I longed for him to kiss me because he felt the same way about me as I did for him. "f'course why would I have kissed you?" I stare down at my feet, unsure why I assumed he'd kissed me without reason. "Dunno" I murmur.

"Still need me to take you home?" His eyes meet mine as his left hand gently intertwines with mine. The touch sends shivers down my spine, and my heart starts to thump against my chest, so fast that I thought it was about to burst out of my ribcage.

"Ye-yeah, sure," I whisper.

As his car pulled up at my house, my heart raced with anticipation. I could feel my cheeks flush as he leaned in to give me a goodbye kiss. After he left, I closed the door slowly, savoring the sound of the latch clicking shut. I couldn't help but let out a sigh as I slid down to the floor, feeling like a lovesick teenager. Thoughts of him, his touch, and the way he made me feel filled my mind. My heart was still racing with the same intensity as when he kissed me. It was all so unexpected; I didn't expect him to go for a woman like me. I was 26 years old; I had no experience with kids, and I still partied like a 22-year-old at times. I thought he'd want someone older, more mature. A woman who would be not only an excellent and appropriate aged lover but also an amazing mother for his girls. A woman his mother would want him to date.

As I sink into the softness of my bed, I let out a heavy sigh and feel my head gently rest against the fluffy pillow. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Joel, his face, and every detail of our last conversation playing on a loop in my mind. I couldn't get him out of my brain. The week following the kiss was all about Joel and I. it seemed like I was at his house every day, for dinners, for lunches. Sometimes there was no good reason he just wanted me there. Every night I ended up in his bedroom, sprawled out on the bed with his lips on mine, and his hands roaming my body desperately.

-

I lay on his bed with my head resting against his chest. His hand rests against my hip, rubbing small circles against it with his thumb. "You wanna come to my game next Friday?" he whispers. My heart stops. Did he want me at his game? Couldn't I end up being labeled as bad luck if they didn't win? Would I accidentally distract him? I look up at his brows curling into a tight furrow. "You want me there?" I mumble, and he nods with a chuckle "Course, need my girl there cheerin' me on." My heart skips a beat. His girl, I was his girl. I was Joel, fucking Miller's girl. I giggle as I nod. "Sure-sure I'll go."

-

I'm in a black minivan with Joel's mother and his two daughters. As I sit in this car, I can't help but wonder how I ended up here. How did I become the girlfriend of an NFL player? It all seems so surreal. And now, just two weeks into our relationship, I find myself in the car with his mother and children. I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as I try to make sense of it all.? "I hate football," Sarah murmurs as her arms cross over her chest. I couldn't say I had any interested in football until I was in the bed of a cowboy's player.

We were all decked out in the cowboys' signature blue and silver colors. I had on a letterman-style jacket that had Joel's last name and jersey number embroidered on the back with a white shirt underneath. While both his daughters have matching smaller versions of their father's jersey. "I like it," Ellie says with a shrug. "Can you take me home early, Grandma?" Sarah asks as the car pulls into a parking space. "No, ma'am, we need to support your father," Sarah groans and crosses her arms across her chest before leaning herself back against the black leather seat.

I'm a ball of nerves, nothing more, nothing less. I can't stop thinking about what people will think, what his fans will think. We've been 'public' for at least a month or two, but this is different. Football fans are big on ritual, big on bad luck, and good luck. What if I became bad luck to them? All of my other boyfriends were actors or singers like me. I've never dated an athlete. This was uncharted territory. I've been to my previous boyfriend's premieres, and concerts, but never a game. I didn't know what to do. Did I watch silently? should I pretend to be interested in the game?

I pop each one of my fingers, a nervous habit I picked up from my father during my early childhood. "Grandpa says that'll give you arthrit-Arth-riti..something," Ellie says with a final sigh of defeat as she gives up on saying the word arthritis. "Ellie," Juliana says sternly. "I was just saying," Ellie mutters. much like her sister, she crosses her arms over her chest with a pout on her face. "I wanna go home Grandma," Ellie mutters as tears pool in her eyes. I wince. I already know what the next 10 to 30 minutes are going to be like, kicking, screaming, and tears. "I thought you like football," Juliana says as the car pulls into the private parking lot next to the stadium. "I don't anymore," she whispers as a single tear falls down her cheek as her grandma began to unbuckle her from her car seat.

"No! no! I don't wanna! I wanna go home!" she screams as she kicks her legs and tries pushing her grandma's hands away. Sarah winces as she quickly unbuckles her seatbelt and hops out of the car with me. "No! let me go! I wan- I want daddy!" she screams. Juliana pulls her out of the car. Juliana has her arms wrapped around Ellie's torso as she slams the car door shut. Ellie is kicking her little legs against her grandmother's stomach and legs as she tries to escape from Juliana's grip.

"We don't need to bother your father with this right now!" Juliana hisses as she places Ellie back onto the ground. "The-then I want Uncle Tommy!" Juliana tightly grips Ellie's arm and whispers something quiet but harshly close to her face, causing Ellie's tears to stop immediately.

-

Once we got into the stadium, we immediately head up to the skybox and got comfortable while fans filed into the stadium. Ellie's pouting in the chair next to me while Sarah was hidden away in a corner, playing on her grandmother's phone. Like I've said numerous times, football wasn't my thing. I didn't understand one thing the entire game, but I played along, cheering when Joel's team scored, and acting sad when the other team scored. But I was hyperaware of the fact that it looked like I didn't know football.

I grew up in a football household, but never cared much for it. While my male family members sat on the couch cheering and booing to a football game during Christmas and Thanksgiving, I was hidden away with a guitar in my hands strumming along as I made up songs in my head. I cared more for music than anything growing up.

Throughout the game, Joel is looking up at the skybox, smiling and waving with a lovesick look on his face. It even extended to his teammates, who also joined in on waving up at me.

Ellie was sitting in my lap as the game ended, finally getting over her sad pouty face and getting into the game. I could tell she liked football more than Sarah did, obviously. Joel had mentioned her liking soccer while Ellie was more of a football girl. but both kids were athletic. Ellie did peewee softball, while Sarah did soccer. They obviously got that from their father and uncle.

I chatted with a lot of Joel's teammates' wives the whole time. Most of them were a few years older than me, but that was expected. I was used to being around lots of older people by now.

"Come on, let's go see your daddy and congratulate him," I whisper as I urge Ellie to hop off my lap. We all make our way down to the locker room to meet up with Joel. both girls' hands were clasped in each one of my hands as we walked out of the skybox.

When we got into the locker room, both girls were immediately running towards their father. He's now dressed in a pair of jeans and a cowboy's tee-shirt (at this point, I'm convinced that's all he owns). "Daddy!" they both squealed as they launched themselves towards him. He kneels, letting both girls run into his arms. "You won, you won, you won!!" Ellie chanted as she jumped up and down excitedly. "Yeah, yeah," he chuckled as he pressed kisses to both his daughters' heads.

About 2 seconds later, Ellie is pulling out of Joel's arms and towards one of his teammates. It's no surprise to me that Joel's girls have a close relationship with his teammates. They probably spend a lot of time together not only on the field but off too, so it's no surprise to me that they treat each other like family.

Sarah trails behind her sister, walking up to a man 2x larger than they were. He had dirty blondish hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. He was the stereotypical high school football player. Now it's my turn to hug Joel. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me in. "good job," I muttered into his neck. I could smell the freshly smelling body wash and shampoo that had just washed off his body maybe 10 minutes ago. "you look good tonight," he whispered.

"Yeah?" I ask, head cocking to the side a bit. Before he can even get an answer out, he's pressing his lips to mine. A couple of his teammates hoot and even whistle, which makes him pull away from me and flip them all off. "Alright, we're gonna head out. Have a nice night." Joel's mother says as she talks both girls' hands in hers. "Bye Daddy!" both kids shout as they follow after their grandmother.

My brows curled into a furrow as I looked up at Joel. "Where are we going?" he shrugs as he takes my hand. confusion swirls around in my thoughts as he leads me through hallways with little to no people. There are only a few who just greet us with quiet smiles or small waves. Thank God I didn't think I could talk to anyone else today.

"Seriously, where are we going, Joel?" I ask once we're settled into his car. "Just driving around," he whispers as his hand sits on my thigh comfortably.

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I hum as I lean my head back against the headrest. It seemed as if there were paparazzi on every single corner, each shouting their own nonunique questions. we just smile and pose for pictures. Joel's hand still rests against my thigh, lightly massaging the supple skin. "The kids aren't home tonight. Wanna come over?" he whispers, leaning close to me as the light flicks into a dark red color. His hot breath fans across the shell of my ear, the coffee still lingering in his breath from earlier that day. "Hmm, Dunno Ollie, he doesn't like being alone," I muttered.

Ollie was just a baby, maybe a year or two old at most. He's known nothing but me and the 2 friends who ever stop by my house. He's never alone for more than 2 hours, maybe 4 at most. I've always brought him along with me while traveling. If I didn't show up, he'd be confused. He'd think I had abandoned him!

I know it's childish, possibly even sensitive to think that my cat would be heartbroken if I left him alone for a night, but to me, he would be heartbroken. Images of him sadly meowing around the house before settling into my empty bed upset me so much that I couldn't even imagine having a nice night without feeling guilty.

"We can go pick'em up. "I know the girls would be happy to find him waitin' for them tomorrow morning" I think I've fallen even more in love if I could even do that. He cared so much about my anxieties that he offered to let my cat, who could tear apart his entire house, stay over just so I could too.

Ollie was like my child and, knowing that Joel knew and validated my cat parent, anxieties about leaving my baby alone for more than 4 hours felt amazing. past partners haven't cared a lot about the pets I've owned. Andy did, obviously, because we adopted Ollie together. we both went into a little shelter up in New York one day 2 years ago. I could still remember what the lady who stood at the front counter looked like. How she greeted us with a friendly smile and led us to where the cats were held.

In the last kennel area sat the tiniest gray kitten, who was maybe 3 months old. The woman had told us 'Yeah runt mama didn't want it, so the foster parents gave him to us' That little runt became Oliver, which was later shortened to Ollie. Ollie was our child; Andy adored that cat, and I always felt a little guilty that Andy didn't see him anymore. But Ollie was my cat, my name was on the adoption certificate and, to be fair, Ollie did like me a little more.

"Really?" I ask, head cocking to the side a bit innocently. I've had two other separate relationships after my breakup with Andy and neither man was like Joel. By the end of Andy and I's relationship, I had grown accustomed to being in a relationship that drained all the life out of me. He became physically and emotionally distant and I just thought that was what happened after being in a relationship for so long.

He couldn't stand people asking him about me during the press. He couldn't even stand my name being said in the media half the time. It was like he didn't know he was dating someone famous, or maybe he had convinced himself that I wasn't, or that he was a bigger star than I was. The other two men named Harry and Tom, were both fine. They both had faults, but so did I. Harry, and I's relationship ended over him thinking the entire thing was just sex, and Tom we just didn't work out. But both relationships didn't last more than 2 months.

Neither man cared much about my family or my life. I think they both sought after me for fame. Though both were in either the music industry or acting, both couldn't handle being with a woman who the media referred to as a 'global superstar'. they got with me because I was a 'global superstar' but couldn't handle the fact that I was, in fact, a 'global superstar'. but Joel embraced it, he liked the public hand holding the kissing he was okay that I was a little more famous than him, he was okay with the questions, and he didn't act like I didn't exist when my name popped up in a conversation.

I couldn't blame Andy for wanting a private relationship. Everyone wants some type of privacy when it comes to romance, but I just didn't want everything to be hidden. Just because both of us were famous didn't mean we couldn't be normal people if we wanted to. We could've held hands on the street. He could've kissed my cheek while out for dinner, but he never did. It was like he was ashamed of me in some sort of way.

Sometimes I'd hear him talking shit about me while off on set, like I was a high school acquaintance instead of his girlfriend. His costars would tell me how he said I was too much, or too little, or just an absolute bitch. I never truly shook it off. I'd try to, but it never truly went away. It was always buried deep within me like a scar on my heart, and each time I'd hear another insult, or he'd push my hand away or ignore me, another one was added until I couldn't take it anymore. By the end of that relationship, I couldn't even tell if he loved me or hated me, so being with Joel was a change. He cares so much that it's mind-boggling.

"of course," he says as he turns down the street that leads to my house. I ask abruptly, "Why?" it shocks me when I say it because I didn't even mean to ask out loud. He chuckles a quiet "Why?" as his left brow raises. "Cause I want to spend some time with you, and if Ollie can't spend the night alone, just bring him along. I don't mind," he whispers. He's turning into my driveway when I ask, "Can you come help me, y'know get the stuff he'll need for the night?" he nods muttering a quiet "Yeah sure" before we're both unbuckling our seatbelts and walking towards my front door. His hand is quick to grab mine. His much bigger hand makes mine look extra small compared to his, despite my hand being way bigger than even just small.

His thumb softly caresses the top of my hand as I pull my key out of my pocket. Using my unoccupied hand, I unlock my front door and push it open. Ollie immediately greats me with high-pitched meows as he takes turns rubbing up against our ankles. "Hi Ol's," I coo as I crouch down to pick Ollie up. he lets out a quiet meow as I lift him off the ground and raise him above my head. "Hi handsome, hm. Did you have a good day?" I coo as I press him against my chest before standing up to my full height once again.

Ollie meows, as if he's responding to my question. "Yeah?" I place him on the ground. "Let's go find your stuff," I whisper. Joel and Ollie trail behind me as I walk up to my room. Ollie had his very own bag that came along with us whenever I traveled. It contained a small portable litter box (and a small bag of litter) food and water bowls, toys, and food. It's a larger duffel bag that tended to get heavy as more and more things got added to Ollie's must-haves list.

After a while treats ended up being thrown in the bag, as well as a small little barrier I could put up in hotel rooms so he wouldn't destroy the whole room, and brushes after I learned I needed to brush out Ollie's coat at least once a day. The barrier plush the litter, litter box, and bowls got heavy after a while. That's why Joel was here. To carry it.

"Should I bring some clothes? y'know, to sleep in and stuff?" I ask. He shrugs "If you want but you can just sleep in my clothes, but maybe some clothes to wear tomorrow" I nod, agreeing as I walk over to my closet. I picked out a pair of white sweatpants and a cute band tee before folding it up and throwing it in Ollie's bag.

"All right, I think we can leave," I said as I finally successfully got Ollie into his carrier. I let out a soft sigh of relief as I lift the carrier off of my bed. "alrighty let's go," Joel mutters as we begin to make our way out of my room. Ollie meows from the carrier as his little paws force themselves through the metal door.

Once we're in Joel's car, Ollie's carrier is in the back seat, but he makes it known that he is uncomfortable the entire ride there with loud cries for help. "Ollie baby, we can't let you out yet" I'd coo trying to comfort him but deep down I knew he didn't understand one word I was saying and was fully convinced he was getting kidnapped by some stranger. But once he is released into Joel's house, he makes himself at home on his large spacious couch, completely forgetting about his worries about being kidnapped just a few quick minutes before.

I set up the travel litter box and food bowls before Joel and I made our way up to his room. At first, I was concerned that Ollie would be confused and think I was leaving him at some randos house, but once he was on that couch it seemed as though all his thoughts had floated away. Joel's hands are immediately all over me once his bedroom door is closed. When his lips touched mine, it was like nothing else mattered but him and I. Everything else disappeared. "god Joel, it's like you haven't touched me in a year" I giggle before he pulls me into a heated kiss. He grunts into the kiss as he pushes me down onto his bed.

His lips trail down my neck, and then to my chest before we're very rudely interrupted by scratching at the door and loud cry-like meows. Joel groans as he debates fully ignoring the cat and continuing his attack on my neck and chest. I almost convinced myself to ignore Ollie too until there was one more loud cry and a few soft scratches. those few scratches pull me back into reality. I can't just leave him out there. "sorry Joel," I mutter as I push him off of me. I give him an apologetic frown as I stand up and walk over to the door. I open it and Ollie struts in like he owned the damn place. He lets out a few happy chirps as he rubs his head against my calf.

We ended of our night a little unexpectedly. The night was supposed to be a little more intimate. but instead we ended off our night with soft sweet cuddles while Ollie was curled up at the end of the bed. I can't help but think that I might like the cuddling better. the domesticity of cuddling up in a large comfy bed with my boyfriend while my cat is purring at our feet sends butterflies to my stomach and warmth to my cheeks.

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