#there’s nothing that I can find that is a jersey or even similar but I wholeheartedly believe this is based on fenty x puma

[dollsinvogue]

Shadow High Nicole Steel jersey » Fenty x Puma 13 shirt

[zegrasdrysdale]

Hi! I had a dream last night where Nico got severely injured during a game and died (my dreams are crazy, I know) and I was devastated. But it gave me an idea for a fic where the reader has a similar dream but Nico’s on a roadie so she calls him and she’s still shaken up by it when he gets home. Lots of fluff! Loved your other Nico fics too btw!!

[ nightmare ] n. hischier

paring : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) has a dream where husband Nico dies on the ice. to assure herself that he’s okay, she calls him while on his roadie and he makes sure to comfort her as soon as he gets home to Jersey

warning(s) : mentions of blood, severe injury and death

author’s note : i have been excited to write this request since i got it. it’s all i have been able to think about since i first read it (also anon, pls relax w these crazy dreams)

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The Prudential Center fell silent as soon as the Devils captain hit the ground, unmoving, after an opponent’s skate hit his neck. Paramedics and training staff came running out as soon as the first drops of blood hit the ice.

Nico’s eyes are open, but the light is completely gone. He is staring at the ceiling. Both teams have gathered around him as they try to block the sight of him from the crowd and flashing cameras. Paramedics strip him of his jersey and gear as they work on him.

A pin could drop and the sound would echo with how quiet it is in the arena. Fans are on their feet. (Y/N) has pressed herself against the glass as she watches the paramedics stop pushing on his chest nearly ten minutes after they started.

It feels like her own chest caves in when the paramedic beside Nico looks up and shakes their head. “He’s gone.”

The words are loud and clear, even through the glass.

“Nico!”

She wakes up with a start and a racing heart. She's reaching out for her husband, but he isn't in bed with her.

The sight of a dead Nico in a pool of his own blood on the ice is so fresh on her mind that her entire body shakes. Every time she blinks, all she can see is the paramedic shaking their head.

Her cheeks are wet with tears as she looks around the dark room. Her husband’s name is on her lips.

He isn’t gone. He’s just on the west coast for a roadie for the week. He’ll be back this weekend. All he's doing is playing the California teams and Vancouver then he'll be back in their apartment.

If he’s going to be on the west coast for the week then he will be awake right now.

As soon as the realization that Nico might still be awake hits her, she reaches for her charging phone on the table beside her. With shaky fingers, she finds Nico’s contact and clicks the call button.

It rings a few times before Nico picks up. “Hej, liebling,” he says as soon as he picks up. She can hear music in the background, like he’s out with his teammates. “You okay? It’s pretty late for you.”

The moment she hears her husband’s voice. she lets out a soft sob. She covers her mouth, but Nico already heard the sob.

“Baby,” Nico tries again. “What’s going on? Why are you crying?”

“Nothing,” she croaks. “It’s stupid. I’m sorry for calling.”

She goes to hang up but Nico is already talking. “No, it’s fine,” he says. “Give me a second to get somewhere that's a little more quiet so I can hear you.”

Nico shouts something to someone then the music gets quieter. Her hands still shake so she puts the phone on speaker and grabs Nico’s pillow. It still smells like him since he’s only been gone two days. She plays with her weddings ring.

A door shuts on the other end of the line. It’s quiet for a moment then Nico asks, “Why are you crying, baby?”

“It’s really stupid, Nico,” she tells him.

“Nothing is stupid when you’re crying, liebling,” he softly replies to her. “So talk to me.”

She bites her lip and grips Nico’s pillow. “I had a dream,” she begins to say. “More of a nightmare, I think. You died on the ice after getting cut with a skate. It felt real and I needed to hear your voice so I knew that you were okay. It was a really stupid reason to call you, especially since you’re out with the team.”

Her husband is quiet for a second like he’s processing what she said. “(Y/N), listen to me,” he says. “If you call me, even when I’m out with the team, I will answer. There is no such thing as a stupid reason to call me. Okay?”

She mumbles an “okay” but she isn’t very convinced.

“Just know that I’m okay too,” Nico continues. “I’m not hurt. Actually, nothing is hurt. I feel really good despite getting bumped a few times tonight.” He pauses. “Are you okay? Sounds like this dream really shook you up.”

With the back of her hand, (Y/N) wipes away her tears because Nico isn’t here right now. “It felt so real,” she whispers. “Seeing you on the ice. Eyes lifeless and you so still with the blood around you. I couldn’t do anything because I was behind the glass. I couldn’t get to you.”

Tears well in her eyes as she remembers her nightmare. Banging on the glass echoes in her head and she squeezes her eyes shut.

“I wish I was with you,” Nico confesses. “Do I need to ask if I can come home? I can say that there is a family issue and be home by tomorrow.”

“No!” she quickly says. “I’ll be okay until you get home. You don't need to come back home. Promise me you’ll be okay and won’t take any skates to the neck or anything please.”

“I promise,” he replies. “The guys are heading back to the hotel. Do you need me to stay on the phone until you go back to sleep?”

She thinks about it, but she’s not a child anymore. “I’ll be okay,” she tells him. “Go get some sleep. Have a safe travel day tomorrow and I’ll see you when you get home. Text me when you land."

“Alright,” Nico sighs. “I love you. Try to get some sleep.”

“I love you too,” she replies. “Goodnight.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Her husband must really love her because the next game after that phone call, (Y/N) sees Nico on the ice with a neck guard on. She smiles and nearly cries at the sight. He's taking that precaution because of the phone call.

She does cry when Nico comes walking through the door five days after the phone call.

(Y/N) hears his key jiggle in the door around three and she is immediately on her feet. The door swings open and before Nico can let go of his suitcase, she jumps on him and wraps herself completely around him.

“Thank God,” she sobs into her husband’s neck. She peppers the skin with soft kisses. “You’re here. You’re really okay.”

“Of course I am, liebling,” Nico replies as he wraps his arms around his wife. “I’m here and I’m okay.”

The door shuts behind Nico and he walks into the living room. He sits with her completely wrapped around him. Both of her knees are on either side of his waist. "I missed you," she whispers.

He wraps his arms around her tight. "I know," he replies. "You've called me every single day. You've never done that before."

"That dream really messed me up, Nico," she confesses. He puts a finger under her chin and lifts her head up. Her husband is blurry because of the tears that have welled up in her eyes. “I haven’t really slept well because of it. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is-”

“I know, liebling,” Nico interrupts so she doesn’t have to say it again. “I’m here. I promised that I’d never leave you when we said ‘I do’ last year, and I intend to keep it. Even in your dreams from here on out.”

Her bottom lip wobbles and Nico’s thumb brushes it softly. “I can’t believe you love me enough to wear a neck guard,” she whispers.

He smiles and brushes her hair behind her ear. “If it meant keeping myself safe so you wouldn’t be worried then yeah, I’ll wear neck guards,” he tells her. “I know you have been worried since every news outlet is talking about neck guards and player safety. It’s clearly bothering you so to make sure I took every precaution to keep you from worrying.”

She feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders with Nico taking precautions to stay safe. It’s not much but it’ll keep her from reliving her nightmare.

Without realizing it, she yawns right in Nico’s face. “Are you tired, baby?” he asks with laughter evident in his voice.

(Y/N) nods and nuzzles right in to his neck. Her nose rests against his jaw and she sighs. “Gonna sleep right here, okay?”

“Sleep as long as you want,” he replies. “I’ll take a nap with you.”

She hums and settles in. She wraps her arms around his torso under his suit jacket to get warm while Nico buries his nose in her hair.

“Ich liebe dich,” Nico whispers, the Swiss-German making her feel a little more comfortable and relaxed.

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Bets & Bargains - Part 8

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➪in which bradley shows you just how skilled he is when he gets you alone, and you both find out a little more about your past relationships.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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“Isn’t the flannel I gave you enough?” Bradley asked with a laugh from his place on his bed, watching as you rummaged around in his closet. “What are you doing?”

“You seriously don’t have a UVA hoodie? You go here, don’t you?” You ask instead of answering his questions, your body being covered in the very flannel he gave you this morning before class. It was bigger on you than it was on him, so instead of it ending near your waist like it did with him, it fell to your mid thigh. 

He laughed again, leaning back against the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him. “Yeah, but I don’t have a hoodie,”

You turn around and glare at him, stopping your search in his messy closet as you make your way to his unmade bed. “Well, get one,” you say and crawl over to him, sitting on your knees next to his thighs. 

“Why?” He asked, reaching over and placing his hand on your bare leg, your shorts doing nothing to cover your smooth skin from him. “So you can steal it, too?”

You smirk and lean over, ghosting your lips against his as you nod. “Exactly,” you answer, kissing him quickly before getting back up and heading towards his closet again. 

Bradley grunted at the short lived kiss, his eyes dipping down to the backs of your thighs as you turned away from him. “I already told you, babes,” he mumbled, propping one arm behind his head. “You won’t find one in there.”

You wave him off as your eyes lock onto something hung up on the far side of the closet, and you disappear behind the door for a few seconds before coming back out. “No, but look what I found instead,” you say in a tone that had his jeans tightening a bit. That and the way you bite down on your lip and hold up his football jersey he wore all throughout high school. 

“Oh,” he trailed off, forgetting he even had that in there. He hadn’t worn it or seen it since he moved into the frat house two years ago. 

“And look at that,” you say, more so to yourself as you turn the hanger around and look at the back of the red jersey. “It’s got your name on it and everything.”

“Yeah,” he huffed, bending one of his knees and propping his foot up. “The name everyone here calls me by.”

“Everyone but me,” you correct, using your freehand to start unbuttoning his flannel he was sure he was never getting back. 

“‘Cause you’re special,” he said, watching with darkening eyes as you shrug off the patterned fabric and let it drop to the floor. You were left in a floral crop top for only a few seconds before you took his jersey off the hanger and slipped it over your shoulders. “Fuck.”

The smile you gave him when you looked up had his jeans tightening even more as you held your arms out. “Well?” You asked, turning around and showing off his last name on your back. “What do you think?”

Bradley swallowed harshly, his hand itching to touch you as you spun to face him again. “I think...” he trailed off, meeting your eyes as he shifted on his bed. “You need to come here.”

You bite your lip again before leaning against the still open closet door, your fingers tracing along the frame of it. “But it’s so fun watching you squirm from over here,”

“Y/n,” he muttered, making your eyes widen in excitement. “Get over here. Now.”

You press your lips together and push away from the door, slowly making your way over to him as if you knew exactly what you were doing to him. “Did I do something wrong?” You sweetly asked, placing one knee on the bed as you kept a few inches of space between you and him. 

“No,” he managed to answer, reaching out and wrapping his hand around your wrist. He pulls you fully onto the bed and onto his lap, your body settling on his similar to the way it was in his Jeep. “No, baby, you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

He was answering a question you had teasingly asked him, and he knew that you were well aware of the fact that you held a certain power over him in this moment. “You sure?” You asked as you braced your hands on his shoulders. 

“Shut up,” Bradley murmured, catching the smallest glimpse of your grin before he pressed his lips to yours. The content moan you release against his mouth and the way your body slowly rolled on top of his had Bradley squeezing his eyes tightly shut, still in disbelief that you were able to make him feel like this. 

He had no idea why, but the sight of you wearing something he used to care so much about was doing things to him, and the way you were wearing his fucking last name was almost too much. It was as if you were his; his to claim, to brand, and he supposed you actually are since he asked you to be his girlfriend yesterday. 

You’re his girlfriend. 

Bri had dumped him a week ago this morning, and he had already found himself another girlfriend. Was that too fast? Maybe, but Bradley honestly didn’t just see you as his girlfriend; he sees you as the person he clicked with pretty much instantly and has a lot of fun with. The things he’s felt with you, done with you, and talked to you about had never been a factor in his relationship with Bri, and maybe that made her reason to break up with him a good one since he clearly didn’t feel as strongly about her as he initially thought he did. 

Bradley moves one of his hands down to your hip, then to the back of your thigh. He could feel the goosebumps that formed on your skin and he smirked against your lips. “Have I told you how gorgeous you are yet?” He asked as he slid this right thigh in between both of yours, pulling away from your mouth and running the tip of his nose along the side of your neck. 

“Um,” you trailed off breathlessly, clearly dropping your mocking attitude and making him grin since he knew he had you right where he wanted you. “No, not yet.”

Bradley ran his tongue along your neck, inhaling the rose scent of your perfume that went very well with the floral shirt you had on under his jersey. “Well,” he murmured, kissing the skin below your ear. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

The moan you let out went right to his cock, and without another word being said, he turned you over and pinned your hands above your head and under his pillow. “Bradley,” you whispered, leaning up and trying to kiss him but he pulled away with a smirk on his lips.

You huff out a breath as he kisses down your neck, sucking on your pulse point until your skin was a deep red. He marked you like you had done to him on Friday, and he soothed the irritated skin with his tongue afterwards. “I know,” he cooed, beaming at the mark he knew would darken by the next time he sees you. 

He gently pushes the jersey up until your lower stomach is exposed to his relentless mouth, his lips pressing on every new inch of skin revealed. You moan softly, hesitantly reaching out to him and making him lift his head. “Um,” you trailed off, giving him an embarrassed smile. “Can I…?”

Bradley smiled at you and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the area below your belly button, and it grew when he saw the way you shuddered. “You can touch me,” he answered the question you didn’t finish asking, taking your hand in his and guiding it to the top of his head when he saw the way you still looked hesitant. “I’m your boyfriend now, you can touch me wherever you want.”

He was trying to get a point across to you, but even Bradley was still in a bit of shock that he is already officially dating you. Is it too quick? Probably. Did he honestly, truly care? Not a single fucking bit. 

You relaxed once he reminded you that it was more than okay to touch him, and the sight of you leaning back against his pillow was enough to have his mind clouding over with sinful thoughts. Even though you pretty much established it, he still asked, “Can I touch you?”

Bradley watched as you bit down on your lip and nodded slowly, trailing your fingers through his hair. “Yeah,” you answered verbally consented before he could ask you for it, and that was all he really needed. 

The hot makeout and grind session he had with you in the front seat of his Jeep didn’t really allow him to explore your body like this, and after being so into you from the second he saw you, he felt like he was a starved man. Now that he had your full consent and had established a mutual understanding, he wasn’t holding back. He pushed the jersey and your floral shirt up higher until it was just barely still covering your bra, his head dipping down to kiss all over your ribcage. 

Your skin was so smooth and it smelled like a mix of roses and coconut, a scent Bradley didn’t realize he loved so much. His lips were pressed to your hip when his hand slid up your thigh and began to unzip your jean shorts, and that was when your pretty moans stopped and your body jolted a bit. “Wait,” you gasped quietly, reaching down with the hand that wasn’t in his hair and grabbing his wrist. 

Bradley stopped instantly, lifting his head from your kiss coated stomach and looking up at you. “Sorry,” he apologized, moving his hand away from your unzipped shorts. “Too fast?” You hadn’t actually mentioned how far you wanted this to go, and Bradley was more than okay with you stopping it now. He was in no rush right now, and whatever you wanted was what he wanted. 

When he began to lift his body from between your thighs, you whimpered. “Wait,” you said again, softly tugging on his hair. He paused, his shoulders pressed to your knees as he waited for you to continue. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m being weird.” You mumbled and Bradley laughed, turning his head to kiss the side of your knee. 

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” he murmured, sliding his wrist away from your grasp and taking your hand in his. “Just tell me what you want.” 

A pink tint ghosted over your face as you pressed your lips together. “Is it okay if we….don’t rush the sex thing?” You asked and Bradley opened his mouth to tell you that he was more than okay with that, but you continued before he could say anything. “I’m not, like, a virgin or anything…I just…I really like you, Bradley, and I don’t want to rush into things, you know?”

Bradley smiled up at you and kissed your knee again, humming in agreement. “Oh, trust me, I know,” he grinned, resting his head against your thigh. “I really like you, too, and I don’t want to rush things either.”

The smile you gave him had his heart beating wildly in his chest as you nodded. “Okay,” you whispered, trailing your fingers along his cheek. “Thank you for being so understanding.”

“‘Course, babes,” he mumbled, reaching up to tug his jersey back down so it was covering your stomach again. “Do you want to stop then?”

Bradley went to get up again, but you stopped him once more. “Well, I didn’t say that…” The hint of nervousness mixed with sultry had him settling in between your legs again, a teasing smile on his lips. 

“So what are you saying?” He asked as he ran his index finger along the waistline of your shorts. 

You bit your lip again and he had to hold back a groan. “We could still...you know,” you trail off and whine - you actually whined in a way that had his jeans suddenly feeling a whole lot tighter - when he just raised his brow. “Don’t make me say it, please.”

Bradley huffed out a laugh before simply asking, “Do you want me to go down on you?” 

He could hear the way your breath got caught in your throat, and he guessed you weren’t used to someone being so forward, but you would have to get used to that now that you’re dating him, because he considered himself to be a very forward guy. 

Your thighs twitched a bit, like you were aching to rub them together to create friction. “Um,” you mumbled, scratching the top of his head as you ran your fingers through his hair. “If…you want to.”

Bradley smiled and kissed the inside of your thigh, noticing how it twitched once again. “But what do you want?”

You pressed your lips together again before answering in a quiet tone. “I want you to go down on me,” 

He grinned at the very small fraction of confidence in your tone before he lifted his body and pressed your thighs together, his fingers hooking through your shorts belt loops. You watched with your teeth digging into your lip as Bradley slowly pulled the jean fabric down your legs, and his eyes darkened a bit at the pretty black lace that covered your core. 

After craving you for days on end, Bradley wasn’t in the mood to hold back right now. He leaned back down and pressed his lips to the fabric, kissing your clit through your panties. Your stomach tensed a bit and your breath hitched, and he wondered if Luke had been doing his job in keeping you satisfied with this part of your relationship. 

He assumed you and Luke slept together since you were dating for so long, but the way you were already whimpering for him made Bradley think your ex was pretty shit in bed. 

What a shame, because Bradley was effortlessly getting hard from just the sound of you.

Bradley ran the tip of his nose down the lace, feeling how damp the fabric was before running his tongue along it and making it even more wet. “Bradley,” you moaned his name in the same way you did the first time he got you alone like this on Friday, and it sounded just as hot as it did then. 

You whimpered again and propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him with wide eyes. He met your gaze with a small smirk as he continued to tease you by kissing you through the lace. He licked and sucked until the fabric was soaked from both you and him, and only then did he slowly pull it down your legs and let it drop to the floor beside his bed. 

The sight of your lower half being completely exposed to him had Bradley feeling a little feral, and he couldn’t bring himself to wait any longer. He met your gaze, your eyes full of lust and anticipation, as his mouth met your core, his tongue poking out to taste you. 

He groaned. He actually groaned at the taste of you. He’d been craving to find out how sweet you were when he watched you fall apart on his lap in the front seat, and now he knew. 

Your quiet gasp had him refraining from bucking against the bed, his hands sliding under your thighs as he pressed his face closer to you. “Oh, God,” he heard you whisper and it only fueled him. 

His tongue slipped out and circled your clit, the sensitive nerves throbbing against it. You were already so worked up, he could tell. You were shaking a bit and your hand was tight in his hair as he slowly ran the muscle up and down your folds. “You taste so good, baby,” he murmured, feeling the way your body jolted at his words. “So fucking sweet.” 

You draped your legs over his shoulders with the help of his hands, and then you were back to tugging on his hair. “Bradley,” you moaned when he took your clit between his lips and sucked harshly. 

“You like that?” He asked as he pulled away to glance up at you. When you nodded and shifted against the bed, he leaned back down and did it again, wanting to find out all the ways he can make you squirm. He wanted to find out what you liked, what got you off and what makes you get loud. 

With that being said, Bradley could tell you were holding back right now. You were biting harshly on your lip and he could see the way you were tightening your chest. He trailed his hand up your thigh as he pulled his mouth away from you, using his fingers to gather up your wetness. “You’re trying to be quiet,” he observed, pushing just the tip of his index finger through your folds. 

You look down at him with flushed, red cheeks as you press your lips together. “I…”

“Don’t be embarrassed to talk to me, babes,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your hip, leaving behind a wet mark. 

You whimper as he slowly sinks his whole finger into you, and you felt so tight, he wasn’t entirely convinced you’d ever been fully worked open yet. “I’m just not used to...being loud,” you confess, leaning further back on your elbows. “Luke didn’t…he didn’t really…”

Bradley understood what you were saying without you actually needing to finish that sentence, and it was just another reason for him to strongly dislike your ex. “You can be loud with me,” he whispered, beginning to gently fuck his finger into you. “I want you to be.”

The moan you let out at that was just what he’d been wanting to hear, and then you were blushing again. “W-what about your roommates? Eli-”

“They’re not here,” he promised, not wanting to hear another guy’s name come from your mouth when he was currently trying to make you come with his. Hearing Luke’s name was bad enough. “You can be as loud as you want to be, baby.”

Maybe he was trying to get you there with his use of that nickname since you told him how much you love hearing him call you it, and maybe that was cruel, but he couldn’t bring himself to care since you slowly fell back on his pillow and let out a moan that was little louder than your previous ones.

Bradley grinned and leaned back down. “There you go,” he praised and you only whimpered louder. You had a thing for praise, he could tell, and he couldn’t wait to explore that further with you when and if you decide you want to. 

He softly circled your clit with his tongue as he slid his middle finger into your tight walls to join his other one, and you arched your back and clung onto his hair with a firmer grip. “Bradley,” you moaned and closed your eyes as he slowly but surely got you there. “Oh, my God.”

He hummed against your nerves, and the way your body trembled at it gave him the indication that you were close. He continued to tease your clit as he fucked his fingers a bit faster into you, loving the way your thighs jolted with barely-there control. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbled, kissing your swollen clit. “Taste so good.” 

You became a whimpering, whining mess as he fucked you with his tongue alongside his fingers, and your hand tightened on his hair. “Bradley,”

He moaned at the sound of his name falling from your lips, savoring the sweet taste of you. “Are you gonna come?” He asked, glancing up at you as you nodded desperately. 

Bradley had to use his free hand to pin your thigh down as you tried to close your legs, your volume growing with each second that passed. “Fuck,” you gasped, gripping his pillow with the hand that wasn’t currently pulling his hair out.

“Do it,” he coaxed softly, swirling his tongue against you. “Come for me. Let me taste how sweet you are.”

The sound you let out was one that could be found in a porno, and then he felt your release coat his tongue. You lifted your back off the bed as you came, broken whimpers escaping your lips as you gently grinded against his face. “Fuck,” you cried, shaking as he finally pulled away and sat back on his knees. 

Your eyes were wide as you glanced down and noticed how tight his jeans had gotten, and you let out uneven breaths as you gestured to his obvious hard-on. “Do you want…want me to-”

“It’s okay,” Bradley hummed, slowly pulling his fingers out of you and nearly groaning at the wetness coated on them. “You catch your breath, baby, I’ll be fine.”

Then he took his fingers into his mouth and cleaned you off them, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. “Bradley…”

He smiled as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and traced his bottom lip with his tongue. “Been wanting to do that since Friday night,” he confessed and took in how fucked out you looked; thighs spread, core wet from what he just did to it, your hair messy and his damn jersey on your body. “Damn, baby, if you could see what I see right now…fuck.”

You let out a quiet laugh as he helped you get your lower half dressed again before he moved to lay next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled your body against his as your hand trailed down the front of his shirt. “You’re kind of stupidly good at that,” you mumble and he grunted with a smile. 

“Am I?” He teased as you looked back down at his less obvious boner. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll go away soon.” It probably wouldn’t. 

You sigh and nod, looking up at him with a small, pretty smile before you are leaning up and kissing him deeply. “Next time, it’s my turn,” you stated and he held back a groan as you kissed him again. 

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Tuesday was an easy school day for you.

Classes flew by, and before you knew it you were leaving Mr. Clarke’s class at three in the afternoon and heading back to your place. Sam was nowhere to be found and you let out a sigh as you dropped your bag onto the couch and sat next to it. 

You propped your legs up on the coffee table, your mind going back to last night when Bradley got you off with his tongue and fingers. He made it look so easy and had you shaking and whimpering within seconds. It was hard not to compare him to Luke, who had only gone down on you twice in the three years you were together. 

When Bradley pointed out how quiet you were being, you were instantly reminded of all the times Luke would hush you or put his hand over your mouth during sex so only his grunts were heard. Bradley was so different. It was like he could almost get off to the sounds of your moans, while Luke preferred not to hear them. 

Bradley made you feel so good last night, you weren’t sure you had ever felt like that in your entire life. It should concern you, but you were thriving off it, happy that he was the only one who had gotten you off so good. Everything felt amazing with him, so you weren’t entirely surprised he was able to kick off your sex life like that. 

To put it simply, sex had never been a big deal to you in the past, but now you couldn’t fucking wait to do more things with him. 

You quickly became bored and reached for your phone, smiling at the picture of Bradley’s scrunched up face in the picture you set as his contact. 

When’s your class over today? I’m bored :( 

Fratley ❤️❤️: It was over at 1. I’m in town right now, heading back. Milkshakes? ;) 

You groaned at how he easily just released butterflies in your stomach without even being here, and you quickly answered him as you bit down on your lip,

Please. And I need to start paying attention to your class schedule. 

Fratley ❤️❤️: You and me both… be there soon. 

You smiled and leaned back against the couch as you began flipping through random channels on the small TV, missing the bigger one in Bradley’s living room. 

Not long after, there were a couple knocks on the door, and you shifted as you called out, “It’s open,” then Bradley was walking in with two milkshakes in one hand, a bouquet of daisies in the other, and his school bag slung over his shoulder. “Oh, look who’s knocking now.”

Bradley shook his head with an eye roll as he set the shakes down onto the coffee table and handed you the flowers. “I don’t know if you lock your door or not,” he defended himself as he dropped his bag onto the area rug and sat next to you, leaning over to kiss you quickly. 

You smile against his lips and look at the daisies when you pull away. “These are pretty,” 

Bradley gave them a quick glance before grabbing his chocolate shake and leaning back, draping his arm over your shoulders. “Something pretty for my girl,” he answered simply as if it was no big deal, but you were three seconds away from pouncing on him. 

You bring the flowers to your nose before whispering, “I love them,” and nuzzling against his side. “Thank you. And thank you for the shake.”

Bradley hummed as he kissed the top of your head, ditching the paper straw and just sipping the drink right from the cup. “You’re welcome,” 

You sit in silence for a few seconds, and you thought now might be a good time to have the whole ‘sex’ conversation with him. After setting the flowers onto the table next to your milkshake, you lean against his side again and look up at him, watching as he meets your gaze with a smile. “So…about last night,” you began, playing with the buttons on his green flannel that matched the blue one you had on your desk chair. 

Bradley smirked and leaned over to set his drink down before turning back to you. “Yeah?” He teased, reaching over to grab your waist. “You want a second round?” 

You bit your lip and laughed as he leaned down to kiss the side of your neck, right on the spot he left a hickey last night. “I wanted to talk about…that,” you murmured and he stopped kissing you pretty quickly, pulling away to look you in the eyes. 

“Did I overstep?” He asked, loosening his grip on your waist. “Were you not ready? I’m sorry, I should’ve-”

You shake your head and move closer to him. “No, it was perfect, and you were perfect,” you assure him and watch as a faint blush formed on his cheeks and the way he leaned back against the couch again. 

“Perfect, huh?”

You nod and move so your legs are draped over his thighs. “I wanted to talk about the whole sex thing,” you muttered, suddenly embarrassed. Was this really necessary? But now Bradley had given you his full attention, and you were quickly learning that it was okay to embarrass yourself in front of him. “Like I said last night, I’m not a virgin, I’ve had sex. Luke was my first and…my only.”

Bradley’s eyes widened at bit at that but he didn’t say anything to make you feel even more embarrassed, so you went on, 

“As you know, we were together for three years, and he only did what you did to me last night twice during our whole relationship,” 

“Twice?” Bradley asked in disbelief, the hand of his arm that was around your shoulder beginning to trace random shapes onto the skin of your bicep. “That’s it?”

You nodded and looked away, wanting to grab your milkshake and press the cool cup against your warm face. “And he and I didn’t really have sex much. You could tell last night that I was holding back, and that was because Luke didn’t like it when I got too loud in bed,” you confessed and looked back at Bradley, seeing the way his brows had furrowed. “And he…told me that he wasn’t really satisfied with our sex life, so that’s why we didn’t do it much.”

Bradley raised his brows and scoffed, looking at the TV before back at you. “You know, I really, really don’t like your ex,” he muttered. “He sounds like a real asshole.”

You shake your head and play with his flannel buttons again. “He wasn’t all that bad…he was good to me, he just wasn’t happy with that part of our relationship,” you shrugged, looking up at his brown eyes. “So, I’m letting you know now that if, after last night, you don’t want to do that again or anything else with me, I totally get it.”

“Babes,” Bradley let out another laugh of disbelief. “I’ve been wanting to do that for days. Just the quick hookup we had in my car was enough to have me craving you in that way, and last night? Baby, last night was amazing. I loved hearing you get loud for me, and I loved touching you and kissing you like that. Of course I want to do it again.”

You blushed and pressed your lips together. “Really?”

“Yeah, baby, really,” he confirmed, gently gripping your chin and kissing you deeply. “I definitely want to feel you come on my tongue again. One hundred percent.” 

Your blush deepens as you bury your face against his neck. “Bradley,”

He laughed, the deep rumble making you hold back a moan. “Listen, I’m not Luke, okay? If you want to get loud, fucking scream for me, baby. The louder the better,” he murmured and you pulled back to look up at him. “And if you want me to go down on you, just say the words and I’ll gladly do it. I’m so into you, Y/n. I’ll take anything I can get.”

His words were everything you didn’t know you needed to hear, and you reached up to caress his face with a lazy smile on your face. “You’re too good to be true,”

Bradley laughed again and looked down. “I guess it’s my turn to talk about my past experiences, too, right?”

You quickly shake your head, “You don’t have to-”

“No, I want to,” he said as he shifted and and trailed his hand up and down your leg. “Here comes that super embarrassing story I mentioned before our second date.”

Your second date - the one at Five Guys, which is ironically where he had gotten the milkshakes you were sipping from now. “The one about your possessive ex who leaves hickeys that look extremely painful?” You teased, poking the faint mark you had left on his throat on Friday. 

Bradley nodded, looking down at you with a small grin. “Yeah, Bri. Her and I went out for almost a year, and she broke up with me because I didn’t put enough effort into our relationship,” he started. “She was probably right, since I’ve taken you out more than I took her out in eleven months.”

You covered your mouth with your hand as you waited for him to go on, a sense of pride filling you from his words. 

“When she broke up with me, which was right after we had sex, by the way, she told me that sex is all I’m good for and that I’m a terrible boyfriend,” he said and now it was your turn to furrow your brows. “She said something about coming back to me just so I can fuck her again, because I’m apparently good in bed, then she went and got with another guy in front of me, in my own house.”

“Jesus, Bradley,” you mumbled as you moved closer to him. “I think I know how you feel about Luke now since I feel the same way about Bri.”

He laughed, shaking his head before burying his face against the side of your neck. “Yeah, we sure know how to pick them, huh?”

You laugh, too, before taking in his words, and a feeling of jealousy slowly creeped into you. “I’m just going to say it now, if she thinks she can come back just so you can fuck her…” You trailed off and he pulled away from your neck with an amused look on his face. “That is not going to happen.”

Bradley hummed and nodded, leaning in to kiss you. “Agreed,” he mumbled against your lips, grabbing your waist afterwards and pulling you onto his lap. “Now come here. I’ve been thinking about you since last night.”

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★ IT'S LIKE YOUR EYES ARE LIQUOR, IT'S LIKE YOUR BODY IS GOLD ─── PB⁵ (part 2/2)

౨ৎ ─ summary | this is part two, brother's best friend trope! bryce and paige had been best friends since they were kids, and she's never really been close to his little sister, y/n until she transfers to uconn after a tumultuous freshman year. part one!!!!!!

─ warnings | absolutely nothing but sweet fluff! bryce/paige/reader moment, soft moments and asking out r in a public way. pretty short but i couldn't think of anything

─ ev's notes | the long awaited part 2 to my fic! idk this is just how i imagined paige would ask out reader, because yes i am a slut for some pdaaaa. i don't know if this is accurate by any means LMAO, i just thought of a senior night and was like, yup this is the one. i read a fic similar to this a while ago, idk who wrote it but if anyone knows yall can tag them in the comments! but yeah, that's pretty much it, enjoy!!!

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THE GYM WAS PACKED to the rafters, a sea of blue and white as fans, friends, and family gathered to celebrate UConn's senior night.

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and anticipation, the air thick with emotion. Paige looked out over the crowd, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. This night was special, not just because she was a senior, but because of how much she'd overcome.

As the ceremony began, Paige took a deep breath and stepped up to the podium. She felt a surge of pride as she looked out at her teammates, the coaches, and the fans who had supported her through thick and thin. Her gaze found yours in the crowd, and she felt a wave of calm wash over her.

You and Bryce were both sitting in the front row, proudly wearing her jersey. Bryce gave her an encouraging nod, while you smiled warmly, your eyes filled with admiration and love.

“Good evening, everyone,” Paige began, her voice steady and clear despite the nervousness in her stomach. “Tonight is a night of celebration and reflection. For the seniors, it marks the end of an incredible journey here at UConn. And for uh, for me, it’s a moment to reflect on the past and look forward to the future.”

The crowd fell silent, hanging on her every word. Paige took another deep breath, gathering her thoughts as she glanced down at the typed-up speech.

“As many of you know, I suffered an ACL injury last year. It was one of the toughest challenges I’ve ever faced, both physically and mentally. There were days when I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to play at the level I wanted again. But through the support of my amazing teammates, coaches, and staff, I’ve been able to come back stronger than ever.”

A ripple of applause spread through the gym, and Paige smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude as she glanced toward her team and Coach Geno.

“This injury taught me a lot about resilience, determination, and the power of believing in yourself. It reminded me that even in our darkest moments, we can find the strength to rise again. And because of that, I’m thrilled to announce that I will be returning next year to continue playing basketball for UConn!”

The gym erupted into cheers and applause, the noise echoing off the walls. Paige felt a surge of emotion, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She waited for the crowd to settle before continuing, her eyes finding yours with a smile.

“Tonight, though, is not just about basketball. It’s about the incredible journey we’ve all been on together, the memories we’ve made, and the relationships that have shaped us. And uh, there’s one person here tonight who has been a huge part of my journey, someone who has been there for me through a lot, someone who means the world to me.”

Her eyes found yours again, and she felt a rush of warmth and affection.

“Y/N,” Paige called out, her voice filled with emotion. “Could you uh, come up here for a moment?”

Your heart began to race as you looked up nervously at Bryce, who gave you an amused look. The crowd murmured with curiosity as you made your way through the throng of people, your heart pounding with anticipation. Bryce gave you a reassuring pat on the back as you stood, making your way up to the stage where Paige was waiting.

Paige took your hand as you reached the podium, her touch steady and reassuring. The gym fell silent, all eyes on the two of you.

“You’ve been my rock, my biggest supporter, and my best friend. Even though we weren't close until this year,” Paige said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I couldn't imagine going life without you by my side and I feel like I've been close with you forever. And I want to make this official.”

You could feel the nervousness radiating off of her, her hand feeling a little warm as your smile grew. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Paige asked, her eyes shining with hope.

Tears filled your eyes as you nodded, your heart bursting with happiness. “Of course, P,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Paige immediately pulled you into a tight embrace as the gym erupted into cheers once more. As she hugged you, the world around you fading away as you held each other. When you finally pulled back, Paige leaned in and kissed your cheek, the cheers and applause of the crowd washing over you like a wave.

She turned to the crowd and her eyes found Bryce's, excitement on his face as he shouted, "That's my girl!"

You scoffed dramatically as Paige blew him a kiss, causing the crowd to burst into laughter. Bryce grinned widely, giving Paige a thumbs-up. The energy in the gym was electric, filled with joy and celebration.

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of congratulations and celebration. People came up to you both, offering their best wishes and sharing their excitement. Paige's teammates embraced you, welcoming you into their tight-knit circle with open arms.

As the evening wore on, you joined the rest of the team and their families, sharing stories, laughter, and more than a few happy tears. Bryce hovered protectively, making sure you were both taken care of and enjoying the night.

Eventually, the reception wound down, and it was time to head home. Paige insisted on walking you back to your dorm, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as you strolled through the campus. The night air was cool and refreshing, the stars twinkling above like tiny diamonds.

──

"Personally, I really liked the speech. Other than the whole calling her your best friend," Bryce explained as he bit into the pizza. "Cause I am, y'know. I had to yell after that so everyone knows I'm your boy,"

You rolled your eyes, glaring at your brother. "I knew somehow you'd find a way to make that night about you,"

Bryce sent you a glare as Paige laughed, putting a hand on your thigh. The warmth of her touch sent a jolt of comfort through you, grounding you amidst the playful banter.

"Come on, Y/N," Bryce said with mock offense. "Can't a guy enjoy a little recognition once in a while?"

"You did get your own recognition, at your own senior night." You rebutted as he sent you a dirty look, finishing his pizza.

Paige chuckled, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. "Don't mind him. He's just jealous because he didn't get a shout-out in my speech."

"Come on, guys," Bryce replied with mock indignation, gesturing with his pizza slice. "I'm just making sure my homegirl doesn't forget who's been her biggest fan all along."

Paige grinned mischievously, leaning back in her chair. "Oh, don't worry, Bryce. You're definitely unforgettable."

You and Paige exchanged glances as Bryce nodded, his ego practically radiating off of him. As you reached for another slice of pizza, Bryce's expression turned serious for a moment.

"But seriously, though," he began, his gaze shifting between you and Paige. "I'm really happy for you two."

Paige nodded, her smile softening. "Thanks, Brycey. Your support means a lot to both of us."

"Yeah, I mean, you've been through so much, P," Bryce continued, his tone earnest. "And Y/N, I've seen how happy you've been since you two got together. It's... it's good."

You felt a swell of gratitude toward your brother. Despite his teasing and occasional grumpiness, Bryce had always been there for you both, offering unwavering support.

"Aww, Brycey." Paige pouted as she leaned over the table to ruffle his hair, earning a laugh from you. "You're the best,"

Bryce cleared his throat, suddenly self-conscious under the weight of your appreciation. "Alright, alright," he muttered, trying to lighten the mood. "Enough of the sappy stuff. Let's just enjoy the pizza before it gets cold."

You chuckled, knowing Bryce's penchant for deflecting emotional moments. As you continued to eat and chat, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you. The bond between you and Paige, strengthened by Bryce's acceptance and support, felt more solid than ever.

After finishing up, Bryce insisted on paying for the meal, despite Paige's protests. As you all headed out of the resturant, the cool night air felt refreshing against your skin. Walking side by side with Paige and Bryce, you felt a sense of contentment and excitement for the evening ahead.

Paige slipped her hand into yours as you walked, her fingers intertwining with yours. You exchanged a smile, both of you looking forward to the simple pleasures of being in each other's company.

As you approached Paige's apartment building, Bryce gave you both a playful salute. "Enjoy your movie night, lovebirds. And don't stay up too late. Oh and, tomorrow's my day with Paige."

"I know, we're playing Fort all night," Paige promised with a grin. "Thanks for dinner,"

"Anytime," Bryce replied with a wink before heading off into the night.

With Bryce gone, you and Paige entered her apartment, the familiar surroundings feeling cozy and inviting. She led you to the living room, you both got on the couch with a sigh, the pizza feeling heavy in your stomach.

Settling onto the couch together, Paige draped an arm around you as she turned on the TV, skimming through Netflix. Once she found a good movie, she leaned back as you both settled in for the evening. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room as Paige nestled closer to you, her warmth and presence comforting after a long day filled with excitement and emotion.

"You comfortable?" Paige asked softly, her fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm.

You nodded, a contented smile on your face. "Yeah, very."

Paige smiled back, her eyes reflecting the flickering light of the screen. "Good."

Halfway through the movie, Paige leaned her head against your shoulder, her fingers idly tracing patterns on your thigh. You smiled softly, relishing the intimacy and closeness between you. This was exactly where you wanted to be ─ with Paige, enjoying each other's company in the quiet comfort of her home.

As the movie approached its end, you turned to Paige, catching her gaze. "Thank you for tonight," you murmured, your voice filled with affection.

She smiled warmly. "No, thank you. For everything."

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. It was a tender, unhurried kiss, conveying all the emotions and gratitude you felt in that moment. Paige responded with equal tenderness, her arms wrapping around you as you deepened the kiss, savoring the closeness between you.

After a while, you both pulled back slightly, resting your foreheads together. Paige's hand found yours again, her fingers lacing with yours as you sat in comfortable silence, the movie soundtrack playing softly in the background.

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Treble winner - John Stones

Request: sth about Ucl night celebrations (asked by an anon) and, according to this poll, it's smut

Warning: smut, very smut with some foul words here and there

Tag list: @masonxomount @johnstonesfc @stonesyy @prideofpd

To say John made you proud with the astonishing season he just had would have been an understatement: you were absolutely buzzing the moment he won the Champions League, making him a treble winner.

You were a teary mess when you entered the pitch in a rush to hug and kiss him, falling right into his arms. You couldn’t care less about all the photographers and people who would have taken videos or pictures of you or made some comments, you were just a girl in love with her man that wanted nothing but showing all her love for him. 

You just had some moments to yourself when his family entered the pitch holding your baby girl that looked nothing but adorable in her City- blue tulle dress, bought especially for the occasion. She was there wiggling her hands at her dad for him to hold her and you soon put her tiny City jersey on so she was ready to walk around the pitch with her hero.

Between one celebration and the other you didn’t have enough time to celebrate him the way you would have liked to but the right moment arrived when he came home after the parade and before leaving for England camp.

The house was very quiet now without your baby girl screaming and running around or any other noise source, it was only you and John, free to take some time for yourselves.

All the partying and all the alcohol that ran through all the phases of it drained your man that spent the first two hours of your afternoon together dozing off.

You kept staring at him sleeping and, even though you did find cute at first, you were eager to take on some other kind of activities, more exciting. 

"Now can we have some time to celebrate all of this together, after being completely wasted for two days straight?"

"You know I have to go to SGP, right?" He muttered sleepily.

"Yeah I know…don't remind me" You pouted, clearly sad about him having to leave you again. "I'll be here all alone, taking care of your child and rolling on the side of the bed just to touch the cold mattress beside me because my boyfriend has left me again"

John rolled his eyes as he was staring at you letting your body slowly collapse down against the mattress in a dramatic fashion, to accentuate the desperate state he was causing you.

"Tell me when you're done" He muttered, pretending to leave the room in order to get some reaction from you as one of his favourite pastimes was annoying and teasing the shit out of you.

"John!! Come back here!"

A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips as his curly head popped behind the door frame of your bedroom.

"Come here, I wanna celebrate my treble winner the way he deserves" You purred trying to look all innocent and cute, something you knew would drive him mad.

"What'll this celebration consist of?" He asked, directing himself towards the bed you were still lying on.

"Come here" 

He was now standing before you, his eyes roaming over your body which was his and his only. The thought of you, waiting for him to do everything he wanted to you, using your body as he pleased the most, made his member twitch and bit on his lower lip.

Similar thoughts were running through your mind too and it would have been impossible to have it any differently, considering the way he was standing there before you with his perfect body, that looked nothing different from that of a Greek god straight from Olympus.

You bit on your lower lip too, widening your legs ready to welcome his waist that would fit perfectly against your smaller body.

John bent over you, dipping his right knee on the soft surface and pinning his arms at the sides of your head to balance himself before making you feel his hardness against your thigh.

The most perfect man ever was yours and yours only and could have done anything you pleased to his body to show him how proud he made you.

You tangled your ankles around his waist, erasing those millimetres that were separating your bodies, and closed your eyes to press a quite intense kiss to his lips. The intensity of it caused John to emit a moan right against your lips, one of those moans that made your pussy clench.

Your boyfriend didn't need to hear any of your shaky words of praise to know you’re ready to have each and every inch of him filling you. Despite being fully aware of it he wanted to hear you begging for him.

He got away from your lips to enjoy the sight of your face contorting with pleasure.

"Tell me what's going on in that dirty mind of yours" John moved his hand down south, his fingers between your legs, tapping on your sensitive spot. One, two fingers ready to work their magic and make your moans go louder. As soon as his pads touched your still covered core you gasped, tilting your head back.

"I'm here, don't hold back" He spurred you on by applying a little, innocent peck on your chin.

"I missed your touch s- so bad" Funny how John just started touching and you were already a moaning, writhing mess under him.

Those days away from him added to the anticipated nostalgia of him leaving for England camp, resulting in you being way thirstier and needier than usual.

"Where do you want me to touch you?"

Your boyfriend's fore and middle fingers started drawing little circles on your pussy, stimulating your vulva. 

"Here?"

"Oh yes" You sighed, letting your arms fall on the bed and moving your legs to try and find some balance in the utter pleasure he was providing you with.

John placed his left hand on your thigh to open your legs wider and have better access to where you needed him the most.

Instinctively you reached out for his hand but he blocked it, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and bringing it to his mouth to softly kiss the spot where your thumb met your wrist bone.

The only way he could use wisely the few hours he had left to spend with you was adoring you, making you feel loved and thanking you for the loyal support you never failed to give him. Maybe he wasn't the best at doing so by using some words but in that moment words would have been useless, the best thing he could do was kiss you and every inch of your skin and that's what he did: he slowly lifted your top to press his pulpy lips against your abdomen and left a trail of sweet, delicate kisses.

Your eyes were half lid with pleasure as he was about to go down on you. A strangled whine left your mouth when you felt his lips breaking away from your skin, being even more confused when you saw him getting up from the bed to go and take something.

He came back holding his number 5 jersey together with his gold medal and the smirk on his face made you immediately realise what he was about to do.

"Put this on" He ordered you, handing you the valuable prize.

You discarded your top somewhere on the bedroom floor and, without breaking eye contact between you two, you put the medal around your neck.

John licked his lips before pressing his palm flat on your stomach to push you back on the mattress. 

When the cold material came in contact with your stomach you gasped as he moved it to the side to kiss the portion of skin that had just been touched by the sign of that glorious season.

After taking his own t-shirt off too, the City defender took his place back between your legs, keeping them open by placing his hands at either side of your thighs.

You could do nothing but hold onto his curly locks, tugging them each time his tongue would stimulate your sensitive bud or he would suck on your clitoris, making you see stars. The way his stubble would scratch the skin of your inner thighs added to all those stimulations and you were convinced you were about to explode.

You screamed almost at the top of your lungs when he stopped sucking on your clit with a loud pop.

Then he slapped your thigh to instruct you to wear his jersey and get on all fours.

You made doe eyes at him, biting on your lower lip and wiggling your naked bum before him.

"Oh God"

He slapped you harder, making you wince as he positioned himself behind you. His eyes lingered on his name written on your back as he thought of him being about to fulfill the fantasy of fucking you raw with his jersey on made him moan.

Before fucking you John had another thing to try: eating you out from behind.

"You look so fucking good"

He blew on your wet core before attaching his lips to it with such an hunger your legs started shaking and your heart rate increased its speed.

He used the tip of his tongue to tickle your bud, sucking and nibbling at it.

"Fuuuck"

John was there, with his eyes closed tasting the cum dripping down your cunt as the most delicious thing he ever ate. You didn't have the time to tell him you were about to reach your climax as his tongue moved in circles around your entrance, instigating your tears to dampen your cheeks.

Feeling you like that urged him to get on his knees to fuck you properly and so he did, slamming his member into you. He stopped after the first thrust to let you get used to his presence and get comfortable, if possible.

His thrusts were somehow gentle at the beginning but then he started grinding faster faster until you both were crying uncontrollably and he released his seed into you the moment you clenched around him, impossible to resist the upcoming orgasm any longer. 

John let himself fall on his back after slowly getting out of you as you did the same but taking your place between his legs.

Still with his jersey on it was now your turn to give him some pleasure

"Now put this on and let me do my thing" You smirked, placing the medal around his toned chest where it belonged as you worked your way down his body.

John was still panting, trying to catch some breath from what happened moments earlier but your reward couldn’t wait.

You took his balls in your hands to massage them, having him already with his jaw open in pleasure. Next you moved further down his body putting your mouth at the same height as his member and started peppering kisses along his shaft.

"Oh fuck" John breathed out, his eyes rolling at the back of his head as you were slowly taking him to heaven.

You lifted it with your other hand to take it closer to your lips and, when a particularly deep groan left his mouth, you pressed your lips to his tip in a gentle motion resulting in a heartfelt kiss.

Then you parted to leave room for your tongue to start tickling his sensitive skin in a way that caused him to writhe under you.

You were doing it ever so softly, both because you knew John liked it that way and because you thought it would make the whole experience more special. 

When you closed your eyes to swirl your tongue around it as if you were tasting a juicy lollipop he lost it and pushed his veiny hand against your head.

"Fuck that Y/N"

You licked his precum as the most flavoury juice that ever fell down your throat and pushed yourself up to straddle him.

“God I love you so much” You squealed, trapping his lips in a quick, messy kiss before lowering yourself down his cock to let him fill you once again. When your bodies came in contact once again that night you both moaned for how perfectly your figures would fit together. John placed his hands on your hips to guide your deep, circular thrusts against his groin.

If he was enjoying the view of you bouncing on him in his jersey it was safe to say the sight of his sculpted body naked, with only his medal on, with droplets of sweat here and there was quite satisfying for your liking as well.

“I’m -”

“Yes, cum for me baby”

Your movements turned into quite desperate ones as you wanted nothing but to reach the second orgasm of the day and, most of all, do it with him who was the love of your life.

“You look amazing, I love you”

You smiled at his flattery and moaned directly into his mouth, that he just captured in a feverish kiss, underlying the mutual hunger you had for one another.

Everything had been so good and intense your body felt as if it was senseless, ready to faint but John picked it up and placed it back on the bed, filling you with some final thrusts to let him have his own release too.

It would have taken you more than five minutes to regain your breath but it was worth it, so worth it.

The fabric of the piece of clothing you had on had become unbearable so you took it off and threw it somewhere in the room, irritating John’s pride.

“Oi, that’s the shirt of a champion, have some respect”

You giggled and propped yourself up on your elbow to place a peck on his chin.

“Oh I’m sorry. I thought I did it enough honour earlier”

John giggled and pushed you again onto the mattress, making you lie on your tummy this time, placing himself on top of you as if to crush you with his weight.

“You looked so hot and gorgeous earlier on, I really like it when I get to fuck you in my jersey” He admitted in an husky tone right in your ear, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. "The best shag we've had in a while"

"Gross"

He placed a kiss on the spot right behind your ear and did the same on your neck and then on your shoulder.

“You know I’m so proud of you?”

“Yeah, I had a clue…” You bit on his bicep playfully as you both started giggling and you turned your head to give him a kiss. The newly crowned champion had another reason now to get some sleep so he hugged your body tight to to lift it on his and swiftly changed your position so you were now on top of him.

“What are we doing now? A romantic bubbly bath?”

“Let’s have a romantic nap first, I’m knackered”

He already had his eyes closed when cracking that joke and you couldn’t help but smile: he could’ve been wasted to death, be embarrassing but he still was the most perfect man ever in your eyes.

“Yes baby sleep tight, you deserve it…but in a couple of hours you’ll have to get back to your dad duties”

John huffed, still keeping his eyes closed.

“Can’t we let her stay with my family for the night?"

“No! She’s still too young and, refresh my poor memory, who was the one who woke up in the middle of the night, all scared and sweaty running to the other room to see if his daughter was still sleeping in her bed because he dreamed about having to spend the night away from her??”

Your man half cracked an eye open to glare at you and sighed. “That’s a low blow, Y/N, very low”

“The lowest, I know” You giggled, kissing his lips.

“That was a nightmare”

“Oh…okay then, let her have her very first sleep over at your sister’s”

After a few seconds John opened his eyes, looking a bit worried.

“If we take her home tonight can she sleep in bed with us? Like in the middle?”

You shook your head and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"She has you wrapped around her little finger so bad"

"I know and you shouldn't be jealous"

"I'm not jealous, not at all" You got up, still straddling him as you held your arm to cover your boobs.

John smiled and tapped his fingers against your skin to let your arm fall and kiss each of your fingertips.

It was your turn to smile.

"Now you're trying to persuade me you have a place in your heart for me too, right?"

"Why do you always think I have an ulterior motive for everything I do or say?? That hurts me"

"Oh I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean you hurt you. Can you forgive me?"

John wiggled his eyebrows and took both your hands to place them on his chest.

 "You will have to work hard to get my forgiveness…"

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with American football as part of the fic as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers. You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

🏈 Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante / @haydolce

(M, 112k, uni) A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

🏈 Follow Your Arrow by Anonymous

(E, 78k, high school) It's senior year and everything is about to change.

🏈 Want you to want me by lorinhazuzu

(T, 62k, high school) Louis is the popular football player, there’s nothing he wants he can’t get. He wants Harry, but Harry is not impressed.

🏈 But I’m the Quarterback by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(E, 51k, conversion camp) At True Directions, Harry meets four other boys and five girls, all there to be cured of their homosexuality. He has to find a way out of this place as soon as possible—Christ, he isn’t even gay!

🏈 hush. by @wankerville

(T, 41k, high school) an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

🏈 bloodsport by tofiveohfive

(E, 40k, exes to lovers) “This is the first time you’re talking to me in eight months, and it’s still about football.”

🏈 feels like home to me by tippytoetomlinstyles

(NR, 34k, high school) the one where Harry is the quarterback who wants to be a photographer, Louis is the piano prodigy who like being a wallflower, and it's a roller coaster of a life but they're along for the ride.

🏈 the boys of fall by @godgavemelou

(M, 21k, hate to love) an american football au where the boys play for the university of tennessee, and harry and louis quite hate each other.

🏈 make me your future history by treaclenectar / @guccistrawberries

(E, 20k, baking) Or an exes to lovers Valentine’s Day AU

🏈 Twist a Little Closer, Now by @fackinglouis

(T, 20k, dance) the one where Harry signs up for a dance class that Louis teaches. Incidentally, the class is for six year olds.

🏈 one more for the stars by imsosorry

(M, 16k, high school) Harry's the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It's a heartbreak waiting to happen

🏈 Shut Up and Wink at Me by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo

(T, 14k, roommates) the one where Louis wants to go away to college to get away from everything having to do with his hometown.

🏈 Before you go, can you read my mind? by anditsonlyforthebrave

(NR, 13k, mindreading) Harry can listen to whatever is going inside of Louis’ head and breaks up with him. Louis can never let it go.

🏈 So Much Left to Say by myownspark / @myownsparknow

(M, 7k, established relationship) Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose

🏈 Bad Move, Just Act Normal by @berzerkshires

(NR, 595 words, jersey swap) Quarterback Harry Styles wore rookie kicker Louis Tomlinson's jersey to a press conference.

—Rare Pairs—

🏈 fire for a heart by alnima

(M, 28k, Zayn/Louis)  the one where Louis is on the football team, Zayn is in yearbook, and they make it work.

🏈 I pledge my hands to larger service by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(M, 4k, Harry/Tim Riggins) Harry hasn't seen his high school crush since he graduated over ten years ago. The last place he expected to run into him is in a dark hallway while he's sneaking out after a one-night stand.

[pippin-katz]

Reverse Character Bleed

Okay I wrote about this already, but it was on a reblog of a GIF set, so I decided to make its own post. I've decided to use a phrase to attempt to describe why Taylor and Nicholas' performances feel so different to watch.

I'm referring to it as reverse character bleed.

Character bleed is a term used to for when an actor subconsciously starts adopting behaviors and personality traits of the character they are playing. They don't do it intentionally. Sometimes when you spend so much time in the mindset of a character, it's a little difficult to turn it off completely. There are moments where you might find yourself thinking how the character would respond rather than how you would respond.

This is, again, subconscious. I'm not referring to a situation like an actor being asked what their favorite flavor of ice cream is, and in their head they think, "What would [x]'s favorite flavor be?" An easy example of what I am referring to would be their favorite color, because that changes over time for a lot of people anyway.

Say that your favorite color is yellow, but you're in a scenario where you are seeing the color blue a lot. You don't feel any sort of way about blue; you don't dislike it, but you don't like it either.

So, you are seeing blue everywhere. Maybe it's the color of your team's jersey, or the fabric you're working with, or paint you're using.

If you are enjoying the experience, you will likely develop a positive opinion of that color blue. This is because of the association of blue with the fun or happiness or excitement you felt during that experience. Obviously! Everyone knows about color association! But this can happen without realizing it until later, when someone asks you, "What's your favorite color?"

The thing about a lot opinions of this nature is that you don't typically spend a lot of time actually thinking about them on your own. You don't typically sit down for twenty minutes, pondering what your favorite color is in your head. Likes and dislikes, at least common ones, are typically better suited for conversations, not your internal dialogue (if you have that).

So, you probably were never randomly sitting around and had the thought, "I think my favorite color is blue instead of yellow."

But when someone asks you, instead of immediately responding with yellow, you pause to consider it. Because now you have another color that you associate strong, positive feelings with, that you did not even realize were there.

It's that subconsciousness that I'm referring to with character bleeding. Actors wouldn't notice until someone points it out. Think about how we can see similarities between Taylor and Alex, but Taylor seems to think they're nothing alike.

The interesting thing here is that this is not a case of character bleed. Character bleed would be Taylor and Nicholas adopting traits of Alex and Henry. But this is the reverse. It feels like Alex and Henry subconsciously adopted traits and behaviors from Taylor and Nicholas.

Now, what the hell do I mean by this? Let me talk you through it!

The best example of this reverse character bleed in my opinion is the scene of Henry holding Alex's hand when Alex asks for him to take a walk with him.

Time for the GIFs:

Taylor and Nicholas are close friends in real life.

When you are friends with someone, you care about them and their wellbeing. If they are upset, you want to comfort them. If they get hurt, you want to help them and do what you can to protect them from getting hurt whenever you're with them.

Take the adorable moment from their first GQ article where the journalist describes Taylor as "sinking into protective mode" when discussing Nicholas' injury.

As silly as this is to read, it's probably accurate!

It's in the past, but again, when someone you care about gets hurt, you want to protect them. It's natural to feel protective after the fact, especially if you weren't there to help.

Back in high school, my best friend and I were in theatre. There was a show that she did, that I didn't, and there was a small stunt that involved her character and dry ice. She had to crouch down in a box to look like she fell down a chute with the dry ice effect helping sell it.

Someone spilled the dry ice into the box, and my friend ended up touching it with her bare hands and her legs. She got burned, obviously, but no one did anything about it. The show kept going, and even though her character was practically done for the show, no one took her to the hospital or emergency room for the ice burns.

I was furious when I heard about it. If I had been there, I would have cussed out our director/teacher and fucking demanded that someone take her to the doctor. Fuck the show, ice burn from dry ice is no-joke. I still get angry whenever I think about it.

This is to say that Taylor having a noticeable reaction to the discussion of Nicholas' injury is completely realistic. He doesn't have a reason to get angry like I did for my friend, but he experiences the same worry/concern after the fact.

Caring for your friend's wellbeing includes their mental health, obviously. So, consider: Taylor and Nicholas are at an event together. For some reason, Taylor starts feeling anxious or nauseous. Nicholas is going to be worried about him. That's just a fact of friendship.

Somehow that real life connection makes Henry’s concern for Alex feel more genuine and sincere.

It's as though Alex and Henry subconsciously adopted traits and behaviors from Taylor and Nicholas, rather than the other way around. Reverse character bleed is the only way I can think to describe it.

Anyway, that's all! I'm really excited to see them together again in the sequel! 🩵

Thanks for reading!! If you enjoyed this essay & would like to support me, you can give me a tip on my Ko-Fi! ☺️

[mr2swap]

the Great shift:hell called "Chuck"

-Chuck, are you serious?- At any other time I wouldn't mind my fat old stepdad scratching his balls in public, but now that we've swapped bodies things have changed for both of us.

Unfortunately thanks to the Great shift I landed in my stepfather's shitty body and since then I have lived as an obese old man with a gray unkempt beard, oversized soccer jerseys, and this terrible old man scent coming from my whole body, at first I thought it was Chuck's horrible natural scent but now that I have his body deodorant seems to not affect this 60-year-old man's body.

And while I have to live in this hell called "Chuck" he has taken over my life, I quit my job, he broke up with my girlfriend, he took over my friends! I have nothing left that is only mine! Since I got into this body I haven't seen any of my bros in the gym or the girl I was dating and I'm pretty sure Chuck hasn't told anyone that we were affected by the big change and I feel humiliated all the time for Chuck and his new and fit body.

-oh... I'm sorry boy, it's that I shaved my balls last night and it itches like hell...- Since my stepfather has my body he does nothing but get angry, at first it was torture, he kept massaging his muscles, smelling them, and kissing them in front of me every time we were in the same room and walking around the house showing off my huge cock like it was a trophy.

While I have to make do with the dick I now have hidden under this hairy belly and I still can't believe my mother married this fat bastard, although at least she doesn't have to see what her "husband" does to her "stepson"

I've been living like an obese old man for 3 months, and it doesn't seem like the government or anyone knows how to fix this, maybe I should just get used to this…for me and my health.

-Hey boy!, I completely forgot I'll use the car tonight so I'll just change my sweaty clothes and go with some friends for some drinks so don't wait up for me…-

It sounds more and more tempting to reveal the truth to my old friends, none of them know that they are actually partying with my elderly stepfather instead of me. But… Jesus!, I'm so embarrassed that anyone finds out about this that I'd rather they all continue to believe I'm old-fashioned, overweight Chuck.

-Oh! and if you want you can go to the motel next door you know why If the noises bother you I plan to bring someone in the evening and I would not like you to disturb us in the middle of the action-

But that's not the worst, I can't believe that even though I have my stepdad's pathetic dick now, he's hard all the time! And Chuck seems to take advantage of the fact that he knows I'm gay and that he has my extremely hot body.

-But if you promise not to make any noise, maybe I could leave the door a little open for you "Chuck"… of course, as long as our secret remains standing.-

At least "Trevor" seems used to my body and my life. I just wish he would stop being a jerk and stop using my body to get rich at the gay club in town, he's not even gay! He only uses my reputation in the club to bring drunk guys to our house, let them suck my old dick and take the money from their wallets.

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[rowdyhughesy]

Puck me up - T.Bordeleau

Summary: A lost bet and a stupid sign might have given you more than you first thought.

Got this blurb from my own idea to do a similar sign to a Devils game in the future so enjoy (and I would absolutely let bordy f*ck me up, that man has me in a chokehold)

How on earth you ended up at a SJ barracuda game you will never understand. Sure you liked hockey, loved it in some way but growing up in Carolina the hurricanes were your team. Going to a game for other teams where the canes weren’t playing felt like betraying them. It felt illegal. To make matters worse you lost a bet with one of your friends, the reason to why you now have a sign with #17 could puck me up and I’d say thank you written in bold letters. Why 17? Simple, you knew nothing about Barracuda but they are your friends favourite AHL team (San Jose being their favourite NHL one) so after loosing the bet they made you take a look at the roster and pick the player that you found the most attractive.

Thomas Bordeleau was the one who captured your attention. It just was something about those brown eyes and that crooked smile that peaked your interest. Handsome just didn’t seem to cut it, he was more than handsome. Beautiful, pretty absolutely mesmerising maybe. “Isn’t it bad enough that I have to go with this sign, did you have to force a jersey on me too? And a hat?” You knew your attempt at guilt tripping was futile as your best friend is a menace to society that loves things like this. She also knows that payback will come back to bite her in the ass one day. “Shut up Y/N it’s only one game and I won fair and square. The jersey is just a cherry on top at this point.” That response getting and eye roll in return as you find your seats. AHL games may not be an NHL game but they aren’t any less fun and the energy is just as electric. There isn’t any feeling in the world that matches a hockey game. Call it an addiction.

◦◦◦

By the time warmups starts you’ve gotten several looks from others in the stands, face bright red as a mother narrowed her eyes at you in disapproval. Yeah you are definitely giving Y/F/N a piece of your mind after the game.

As the players make their way onto the ice you try to bury your face behind the sign, why did you have to have seats so close to the bench? Thomas will most likely see the sign. He has to.

Your friend whispering your name catches your attention. Peeking up from behind your makeshift hiding spot you look over at her, a manicured finger pointing over to the ice. Oh no. Slowly moving your gaze to the ice, your suspicion is correct. Over by the boards there are currently three hockey players clad in teal staring at you. One of them being Thomas Bordeleau. A big smile on his face as his eyes take in the words written on the paper. “Eklund saw it when they stepped out and told Bordy. I think I saw him blushing.”

Thomas skates away and you feel like you can take a breath of relief. He saw the sign and you survived, even if you nearly died when you saw Thomas looking at you.

Sadly you took a breather too quickly because soon your friend was poking you in the ribs again to gain your attention. “Huh?” Looking up from your phone in confusion you follow your friends line of sight. “Catch!” Thomas throws a puck over the boards, making you scramble up from your seat to catch it. The hockey player throwing you a wink before he skates away again to warm up.

I kept my end of the deal, it’s your turn xx - TB

Is written in scribbly handwriting across the puck, flipping it over you notice the phone number on the back. Alright Mr. Bordeleau, maybe you’ll let yourself root for another team than the canes if a certain brown eyed player is on the team.

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Day 25-26: Venus De Milo and Turtles Forever

(TCEST DNI!!! NOT A SHIP!!!)

The drawing was originally going to be of all of the Venus's but I haven't finished all of my Venus designs so I decided to simplify it and draw my version of 2012 Venus hanging out with Rise Leo. And yes I decided to change my Venus design (gave her an outfit upgrade and messed with her colors).

I feel like both would very much get along due to how similar they are. Okay I'll admit Venus's personality was rather inspired from Rise Leo. 2012 I feel like is the most similar to Rise from their personality and even backstory.

Both are very charismatic and charming, crave for validation and to be seen as the best and important, loves beeing goofy, enjoy annoying the hell out of their siblings, hate Jersey and are fruity as hell! Also, both were created by evil scientists for a similar purpose. Leo was supposed to be a murder weapon to Draxum to kill humanity using both Leo and his siblings, while Venus was supposed to be a soldier to the Shredder so he could kill the turtles using her and Jennika.

I feel like, Venus would laugh at Leo's joke because both are very cringe.

Both admire and love the color blue. Admittedly though, Venus is a more cyan or something color.

They are absolute nerds who love sci-fi and magical stuff.

Venus would beg Leo to teleport her to wherever she wants just so she can see the entire world.

Leo would always beg and listen to Venus's stories to what she did in space with the other turtles. He'd be shocked and amazed when he finds out Venus literally blew up a planet and killed an entire species of aliens.

Both validate each other.

Just two geek nerds nothing else.

[imaginespazzi]

Hi bestie, UCLA anon here 🙋‍♀️ Bestie, I trust your brain way more than I do mine because I have very minimal creative bones in my body, so I don’t know if I have a lot to offer. I have had scenes play out in my head around this whole UCLA au but I cannot promise they are any good or worth writing about or if they even make sense lmao, but anyway I’ll share them with you and do with it what you like (or completely ignore them cos that works too!):

When Azzi tells Paige: So in keeping with what happened irl, I was envisioning similar circumstances where Azzi tells her parents about her decision (to commit to UCLA) in the car while they’re on their way to surprise Paige in Storrs for her birthday. But this time, instead of breaking the news to Paige over dinner, like she did with her UConn commitment irl, she tells her when it’s just the two of them hanging out in Paige’s room. In the lead up to this, Azzi’s a bit anxious of course to tell Paige and what her reaction might be, but her parents reassure her that even though Paige will be a little dramatic about it at first, she’ll be happy for her cos like best friends for life right? And Azzi agrees that while she knows Paige will be upset for a hot minute, she’ll get over it, and so nothing prepares her for Paige’s actual reaction and the intensity of it! Also, a thought of mine was that Paige asks Azzi whether she’s actually informed ucla of her decision, and when she finds out that Azzi hasn’t actually called ucla yet, she desperately tries everything she can to get Azzi to reconsider (but to no avail obviously).

Their first on-court meeting: I’m thinking it happens in Azzi’s freshman year – a high stakes game, so let’s go with Final 4 lol. Anyway, lots of hype coming into it obviously and to add to that, Azzi was just announced as the Naismith NPOY ahead of this game (just beating out Paige). So yeah, a lot of coverage going into this game and of course half of their interviews coming into this is just people constantly asking them about the other. Lots of banter being thrown around between the two. TENSIONS ARE HIGH AF in the actual game. They both kinda pop off, and everyone’s just being treated to some incredible basketball between the two best players in the country, but the tension is PALPABLE. Anyway, I’m thinking Azzi drains a clutch 3 that puts them ahead with only a few seconds left but Paige one-ups her and manages to drain a buzzer beating shot that wins it for UConn. What happens after… idk I’ll leave that to you lmao. And if Azzi’s at the National Championship game wearing a Paige shirt/jersey (they’re still very much not together), well… SIDE NOTE: I’ve just assumed we’re not giving them any injuries in this fic 😅

Ok so those are the only scenes I’ve had play out in detail in my head lol

Otherwise, I just envision a lot of angst and like we said before… a bit of toxicity hurt nobody (and to quote that other anon one time – we support cheating as long as it’s with each other and not on each other) 🙈.

But yeah, just on that, I don’t know if I really see Paige getting into a relationship during this – like she probably tries but she just keeps comparing everyone to Azzi and of course, no one ever matches up. But she does run through the streets of Storrs for sure. And Azzi hears about a lot of what she gets up to through the grapevine and it definitely feeds into a lot of Azzi’s insecurities.

I think I can see Azzi getting into a relationship with someone while at UCLA (mainly to force herself to try fall out of love with Paige) and of course once she gets into a relationship, jealous Paige comes out full force, like Paige cannot handle it at all. Summer breaks are when it gets especially messy.

Also, idk when you have them ending up together but in my mind, they probably get together during Azzi’s senior year/Paige’s rookie year in the WNBA (mainly cos I love thinking about them in their WAG era).

Ok imma stop there, cos I don’t even know if I’m making any sense anymore and wow I'm sorry this got so long. Like I said babe, feel free to ignore all of this because your ideas I think would be infinitely better. You have no idea how excited I am for this fic – like THANK YOU for giving me a way to live out my roman empire. And please never doubt or worry about whether or not you’ll “meet our expectations” cos bestie, whatever you write will be gold and we will eat it up, TRUST! 🫶

HI FRIEND 🫶🏾

I'm so happy to see you. Lowkey really needed a scene idea for when Azzi tells Paige so thank god for you bestie because I was struggling with that.

Actually, a lot of these things match with my head, except timelines. I'm actually gonna include Paige's acl injury from last year (I'm sorry people) because that's kinda where the fic's gonna begin with her recovering in LA and getting a surprise (not so surprise lol) visitor. And then I was gonna have their first time playing be in the Cayman's and then the F4 this year but basically it was gonna have the same things happen that you described.

Gonna keep the when they end up together a surprise though but it's probably a little later than that. 😈

Thank you for your faith in bestie me, I hope I do your roman empire justice. You just gave me so much motivation to start writing. 💗

[chalkrevelations]

Tagged by @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas, and this was a fantastically fun, low-pressure thing to spend a little bit of time doing, so thank you for the enrichment activity! I probably talked too much, but here we go. Song links are to YT.

Put my On Repeat playlist from Spotify on shuffle, and here are the first 10 songs that came up - and ... oh, lol. This is maybe not as cool and edgy as I’ve managed to look in similar memes in the past? otoh, I'm finding it kind of interesting how many of these have actual dance associations, this time around.

1. Rabbit Hole, Natalia Kills - I had to laugh when this one popped up first - this one's on my Only Friends playlist, although I had kind of forgotten quite what a banger it was, until I dug it out again. If only I knew how to vid, y'all would absolutely get a full-length OFTS vid to this.

2. Before He Cheats, Carrie Underwood - Ha! This one is ALSO off my Only Friends playlist. This was the first one that went on the playlist, in anticipation. I figured the unhinged energy would be appropriate before we were through.

3. Girls In Their Summer Clothes, Bruce Springsteen - I have loved Bruce Springsteen with my whole and entire heart ever since a friend’s older sister introduced us to his music when I was in middle school, and I knowingly and deliberately imported my own experience of discovering Springsteen into “In Ordinary Time” and imprinted it onto Ray Mukada with very few changes and without the least bit of shame. There are a handful of Springsteen albums that hold a particularly special place in my heart, and Magic is one of those. This song’s actually really light, comparatively, but it’s gorgeous and breezy while still being full and rich in that way the E Street Band can’t really miss, and it feels like summer. I’ve been enjoying it so much in the waning days of heat with that cooler air edging underneath the night breeze. It … makes me want to shag, even though it’s not beach music. It's clearly a creation of the boardwalk, even if its accent is Jersey, instead of Carolina.

4. Work Song, Hozier - The MV for this one - choreographed by Jillian Meyers - is fantastic, and my obsession with the song was really cemented after seeing Lex Ishimoto and Gaby Diaz dance to it for SYTYCD - a piece choreographed by Mandy Moore and clearly influenced by the MV. I must have watched that particular performance 100 times by now. The show used a cover by Luke Wade, but I do prefer Hozier’s original version. It will sometimes drop off the On Repeat playlist, but as soon as it turns up again in the shuffle, it ends up back on repeat.

5. lovely, Billie Eilish with Khalid - I have not been the same about this song since I somehow stumbled across Ten and Winwin's choreography to it on YT. I have no idea how I found it - I know literally nothing about WayV, NCT, Ten or Winwin except this choreographed piece (which you also have to see the live performance of, because while it's not as clean, it gives a better view of how Ten appears to be almost, kind of, puppetting Winwin in one section). I would poke someone’s grandma in the eye (ok, not really) for a chance to get my hands on the “ring and portrait” remix they use, but meanwhile, the original version will do.

6. Lyfjaberg, Wardruna - Healing Mountain. So, my morning routine, on the days I work, is to get to the hospital about 20 minutes ahead of when I actually need to be there, so I can sit in my car and breathe and meditate and do some self-reiki right before everything starts. I usually don't listen to anything on my way into work, but on the days I do, the days when things are going hard, like the past few weeks, with heavy patient loads and high acuity - this is the song I listen to on that drive in, on repeat. (The weeks I'm working with end of life patients, I tend to use Helvegen for this, instead, or alternate them.)

7. My Silver Lining, First Aid Kit - Thanks, The Umbrella Academy. I downloaded this one on Spotify about 12.6 seconds after hearing it on a S3 ep of the show, and I don't know that it's ever left the On Repeat playlist since then.

8. Letters From The Sky, Civil Twilight - Huh. A couple of weeks ago, about three bars from this song wisped through my mind, and I was haunted by them until I could finally manage to get my fingers in them and hold them down long enough to trace them to some lyrics in my memory, and then I had to google those couple of lines to finally pin down the actual song. And then I went and dl’d it and have listened to it A LOT, apparently. It was used for a fanvid that I watched obsessively a bajillion years ago – so long that I’m not entirely certain who it even featured, although I’m … pretty sure? … that it was Agron x Nasir from Starz’s Spartacus. I might have even first seen the vid back when I’d only watched a Nagron supercut, before I saw the full show. I can't for the life of me find it anymore - there's a Spartacus vid on YT now that uses it but it's a more general S1 vid, and that's absolutely not the one I remember, which included footage of the operation on Nasir in the abandoned temple.

9. Threat, WEARETHEGOOD/Frank Bentley/Skrxlla - Loooooool, THANK YOU, LITA. I picked this particular song up off of one of the eps of Love In The Air, one of the ones in the middle – this gets played over Payu and Pai having a practice race at the track. I was like, “waitaminit,” paused, went to google some lyrics so I could find the artist, and came back with this on dl’d on Spotify. It's another one that probably has not been off the On Repeat playlist since.

10. Sacrifice, The Weeknd - So, Vinh Nguyen choreographed a piece to this at Offstage Dance Studio that is totally and completely responsible for the way this song keeps popping up on my On Repeat playlist. I think I first ran across the choreo in a set with Baily Sok, Kinjaz's Jason Lin and Lex Ishimoto, but there's more than one version out there.

OK, if you've already been tagged or don't want to do this, don't worry, but tagging (hm, looks at recent notifications) @yagirlyacchan, @henpeckedho, @elementaldrop, @jill-question-mark, @liathebookwyrm. Go!

[catmaid-san]

The Story of a Fat or a Nerd

It is sad how many stories or movies about "fat girl or fat boy finding happiness" Are filled with the ending for the said fat boy/girl becoming thin and turn into a pretty maiden or a handsome lad.

... As if when they aren't thin and look handsome or pretty, they wouldn't find happiness or find love.

Look, being fat due to uncontrollable consumptions on junk foods and due to being lazy to even just walk around campus or neighborhood is not good, and should be fixed. You have to eat a better diet, and you have to exercise even just walking around the house a little, not for appearance, but for your health.

But some people are also fat due to genes, stress, post childbirth, etc. It is sometime are inevitable cases. And the journey of losing weight is not a matter of one day or two days. In reality it could even be years. So, during those years when you haven't lost your weight and still being fat, are you not worthy of happiness in that case, when the standard of achieving happiness is put on the time when you finally being thin and slim?

I think stories about fatties finding happiness should have been more focused on the journey of how they perceived themselves, finding their value within themselves, being confident and accept who they are, finding their passion and meeting truly sincere people who don't judge others by appearance---rather than telling how they spent a month or so fervently running/jogging or dieting in extreme to lose weight and "finally being accepted" By the society and finally meeting a loved one after losing the weight.

Those kind of mainstream stories or movies about the change of a fatty are just straight up telling "unless you are slim and thin you won't be happy".

This is just sad. Those won't make the people with extra weight gain their confidence but just trampling on their self-worth instead.

It is similar to how stories about a nerd glow up. As if when you aren't dressed fashionably, as if when you wore glasses instead of lenses, as if when you just have a normal haircut instead of fashionably styled---you won't get happiness unless you get a glow up.

But the thing is, you can just have a presentable clothes on the right occasion (don't wear jersey on formal occasions bitches), properly comb or tie your hair, ironed your shirt (getting your clothes all wrinkled will affect first impression, human naturally love tidy things instead of messy ones), wash your face and body (get that dirt and body odor away, even if you aren't good looking at least you won't make people uncomfortable by being near you) , and most importantly, has your confidence---you don't need to glow up to find happiness, it is okay to live like an average normal people. You can still function perfectly in society without having to glow up. The most important thing is to present yourself properly and have your confidence.

Sadly, movies and literature are also filled with how this one nerd glow up by wearing trendy clothes, cast away their glasses, get a stylish hairdo, and put on a pretty make up---for this nerd to finally be noticed and accepted by the society.

Not all people have a good senses of fashion to continuously wear fashionable clothes. Just let these people wear something basic as long as they match with the occasions.

Not all people like wearing all kinds of accessories or putting on complicated fashion sets. Just let these people wear classic suit and pants/skirt.

Not all people have the time or patient putting on complete make up with the eyelashes, shadows and the likes. Just let these people wear sunscreen and light make up to protect their skin.

What a nerd in reality need the most is never a glow up. They need a chance to find confidence to accept themselves. And the hopes to meet sincere people who aren't being a dick by trolling and bullying others when they have nothing to do. This is what they need, and should have been the focus in movies or literature to encourage them.

This is also what I, and other people who aren't fat or nerdy, need. So that we, the masses, will realize that fat or nerd people are just normal people in the end, each with their own value and goodness.

We don't have to wait for them to lose their weight or get a glow up for us to change our view and change the way we treat them!

That should be the target, the goal of every fatty or nerdy journey to change-movies or stories...

[scary-senpai]

Can you explain garou x saitama? I really don’t see it but I’d like to know your opinion.

Haha, oh my goodness, this was such a lovely ask to get <3 I’m honestly excited to respond (and maybe a little nervous, haha). So, thank you again, beloved nonny, for asking with an open mind. :D

As I mentioned, I’m a bit nervous because the answer is likely weirder than you expect, and that’s because it’s kind of a personal answer? And I (IRL) also tend to be a lot weirder than most people expect. But when it comes to writing, that’s generally the sweet spot, so here goes nothing.

So, I tagged it as Platonic! Garou & Saitama** meaning it’s not romantic or sexual, at least, not in the traditional sense. I could talk for days about what I find appealing--I answered a similar ask on my main blog a few years ago, and my answer is still the same.

** actually I used “x” rather than “&” and in retrospect, I’m not sure if that’s correct. I’ll have to look into it more. But anyway, Garou and Saitama are foils: they have overcome similar obstacles, they grapple with similar despairs—including overwhelmingly strong emotions and/or the perceived absence of them, which is just as conspicuous and painful. I can’t help but feel if their journeys towards physical strength stem from the same place, which is that they are running from questions they don’t want to answer, and parts of themselves they’d rather avoid.

On a lighter note, though, they’re both a little goofy—I like to imagine they communicate almost exclusively in Dad jokes, and I have one scene drafted where they manage to derail a Hero Association meeting this way. You’ll find a lot of stuff under the brotp and sometimes OT3 tag, but more on that later.

In any case, I think that Garou & Saitama’s goofiness stems from the same place: time spent dwelling in dark places. I had a different reaction to That One Panel Where Saitama Threatens to Destroy the World, I thought, “hey, that’s relatable—most people who care deeply about others oscillate between pain and despair and anger, sometimes this results in dramatic outbursts, especially verbal ones; perhaps this will become a talking point later.” Based on later events/context, I no longer think that’s what the authors intended but I don’t think that interpretation is necessarily wrong—the first step to dealing with emotions is to name them. Anyway, I digress.

I myself am actually a gray ace, so when I imagine Garou and Saitama together, I just give them my ideal relationship which is all of the closeness and all of the shenanigans, but none of the sex. Because at the end of the day, I personally just want someone to gently kiss my hand and affectionately whisper “you’re the literal worst” while giving me the deepest and most genuine smile or drive up outside my window, honking and shouting “wake up, loser! We’re gonna spend all day driving around New Jersey doing nice things for people—but first we’re gonna get ice cream.”

(Anyway, if you follow my main blog or read my more personal posts, it is clear that I Have a Type. Like, really really-- I Have a Type.)

Getting back to OPM, though, when I write fics in particular (but also incorrect quotes or headcanons), I write a lot about Garou and Saitama. I think first of all because it’s fun—they’re very strong but they’re also playful. Saitama is a self-professed “hero for fun,” Garou starts out more like a “villain for fun,” and through various interactions—with each other, as well as their respective anchors—they develop an overarching, shared goal that seems initially dissonant…. but in actuality, their visions are very much the same.

Ultimately, they want a safe and peaceful world for everyone, especially the people they care about. Most importantly, they’re trying to both navigate and improve a world that they themselves always seem to peripheral to & outside of; a world that doesn’t appear to be designed for people like them—even before they gained their incredible abilities.

When it comes to their interpersonal dynamics, though, I think that Saitama has this incredible and interesting ability to provoke reactions in other people without intimidating them. That's the role of the "Wise Fool" character, and I believe that's the archetype Saitama falls into. That levity helps others feel safer as they question their own goals and motives. Villains usually serve a similar role in a story--in a good story, they aren't just a plot device; villains challenge us to re-evaluate our assumptions, expectations, and sometimes our values.

...So, Garou does the same thing: he incites others to flip their perspective. But unlike Saitama, he’s deliberately more provocative and more deliberately irreverent. Saitama certainly can be this way, too, but with Saitama it's usually by accident--but then again, it's hard to tell with him. Despite being perceptive and canny, Saitama is often evasive about the things he knows—at the same time, he doesn’t hesitate to get on a soapbox when he feels like he needs to: Saitama wants to save people from themselves as much as he wants to save them from external threats.

…and because Saitama so often ends up in silly situations, it makes him approachable. As we saw with Reigen and Mob in the MP finale, sometimes we serve others best by showing up as our own divinely imperfect, authentically messy self—which Saitama does. Constantly. (And Garou too! I think the most charming thing about his character, when I first encountered him, was the way Garou laughs off various defeats with beautifully insouciant amusement, so delighted to be growing and learning--which is exactly what Saitama wants for himself, and by extension, the sort of person he might gravitate towards).

In the Before Times, when the MA Manga Finale was but a twinkle in the mangaka’s eye, I imagined Saitama and Garou meeting post (WC fight): Garou is working as a delivery guy (of course), and while on break, he hears somebody screaming inside the grocery store he had been stocking. Lo and behold, and it’s Saitama. Saitama is covered in highly corrosive monster goo, watching in horror as all of his coupons disintegrate—along with his clothing. (Spoiler alert: Saitama is not at all concerned with his clothing).

...understandably, the poor, terrified clerk doesn’t want to take Saitama’s money (which is rapidly eating away the counter) and Garou covers his tab. Garou mutters something like, "for obvious reasons, it pains me to see you like this." Saitama interprets this as longing / jealously and pats the kid on the back with an acid-covered hand, assuring Garou the he will also eventually save the world in his own way--maybe even as a hero. (Garou, meanwhile, is thinking "forget about saving the world... I don't wanna live on this planet anymore"). While maintaining full eye contact, Saitama swipes the entire take-a-penny-leave-a-penny jar and vanishes. It's not a meet cute or anything, it's just it's a weird little moment of catharsis and the beginning of their friendship. It is endgame Gearou, though.

When Genos shows up the next morning to pay Garou back, Garou jokingly asks for 150% interest which Genos pays without blinking. ("Sensei's credit rating leaves much to be desired.")

Anyway, I just feel like there are so many opportunities for Saitama to accidentally get Garou to open up about his feelings. I have a rough draft of the “Dr. Saitama” scene where Garou is pouting silently in several inches of mud, pointedly ignoring Saitama until Saitama comes back with that jar of weird-looking eggs in the upper left corner of the shack scene panel. “I didn’t know you could pickle eggs,” Saitama comments. “I thought you could only pickle pickles.”

At which point, Garou snaps, absolutely indignant that this two-bit asshat cannot grasp the concept of a cucumber. My sense is that Saitama did this on purpose--intentionally prodding Garou a bit, trying to help him express his very real, very painful emotions in a way that feels safer, less frightening. I literally never know what Saitama is doing in my fics though. Probably because Saitama doesn't reliably know that, either.

In the same way that Saitama riles Garou up just enough to make him learn something, Garou riles Saitama up just enough to make him emotional--for example, by discerning Saitama's inexplicable fear of elves and adjusting his Christmas decorations appropriately. It's another Gearou fic, but Saitama is--as I always imagine him--just there, living in the same house, being part of their chosen family. I headcanon that they are always arguing about this (“You said you missed having feelings!” “Not these ones!”). It’s just constant, low-level benign trolling in a way that accidentally makes them both into other people.

So, I don’t really have many romantic headcanons or scenarios with the two of them, although I have entertained the idea. And, admittedly, I do have that “BroTP and sometimes ot3” tag. I’ve kind of entertained the idea of some scenario where the three of them are in a polycule? But it has literally always come from a place I never expected, like I fall asleep after editing a Gearou story and then whatever scene I’m workshopping somehow seeps into my dreams… at which point, the characters nitpick everything I’ve got wrong, including the relationship. “They’re not dating. We are. Don’t you see it?” (Ummm… no I don’t? At least not in that particular instance. Because these are not sexy dreams, mind you, just Exceedingly Vanilla, G-Rated anxiety dreams.)

If I hypothetically wrote a romantic and/or NSFW SaiGarou fic, I imagine it might have something to do with the fact that pain is the only emotion Garou allows himself to feel… and Saitama has already seen him at his worst, and, at the same time, hasn’t been phased by it. So I can imagine a situation where Garou knows he has to revisit that part of himself in order to heal and overcome it—that feeling of being broken and vulnerable but also safe and free, and given that he’s probably a bit touch starved you can see how things might progress from there.

Anyway. If something like this shows up on ao3 a year from now, you will know that it definitely was not me.

So, wow, there’s my answer—something like 1.3k words later :-/ if you’re still here, thanks so much for coming to my Ted Talk. I actually did have a little bit of material prepared in hopes that someone would someday ask me a variation of this question, so I’m grateful to you. This was a really nice thing to wake up to, and well-timed because I woke up at 5a and couldn’t get back to sleep. Also, gosh I'm tired. I hope this all makes sense when I wake up, and please forgive any silly spelling mistakes.

Stay safe and well, Friend!

[cigarettesaftersexualabstinence]

An Ideal Gas

Thomas sent me a message saying that he would be late but that he would get there sooner or later. I didn’t know where he was but I trusted him and I knew he would be there. Thomas is someone you can trust—everybody would tell you that. 

Everyone was already here packing up boxes. They smiled when looking at old photographs, laughed when going through the nicest piece of clothing he owned, talked about how he got them all together on that day and cried when they had to lock the door for one last time. It felt harsh but it was needed. They had to empty the apartment for the future owners. The sole idea of someone else living in it was painful for everybody. It was his apartment—not someone else’s. Our father lived in it for six years—enough time to create immortal memories. 

I always find it crazy how some places are so important for us. I was there when they emptied the house but couldn’t help them. I walked around the rooms searching for memories—as it turned out, the rooms were filled with memories. As I watched the members of my family moving away a lifetime of furniture, I thought to myself how meaningless life can be. It is crazy, isn’t it? 

Thomas arrived when they were done packing and looked surprised but not disappointed—he never wanted to get here on time. Thomas spent the afternoon with some friends acting like the man he was three days ago. He didn’t say a word and got in the car as we would make our way back home. 

My brother is a beast of nature. He’s tall—taller than me. He’s strong—stronger than me. I tried to find similar traits between him and our father that night. As it turned out, the face I was looking for was not to be found. He chose not to eat that night. My mother looked worried but decided not to ask him why he wouldn’t. That night may have been the birth of a new man. Thomas has been the baby of the family and overlooked by our elders. Now was the time for him to grow up. Thomas now aimed to be the man of the family. He hid his sadness behind fake confidence—well I assume it was fake but it looked real to me at that time. He made some easy and dirty jokes and talked about girls while drinking wine. 

The day after, Thomas woke up with a headache—which was likely to happen given the amount of wine he drank the night before. He didn’t say a word, grabbed a cup and poured some coffee in it—no sugar, never. He picked a cigarette out of the pack and offered me one even though he knew I had quit smoking for almost a year. He went outside and started smoking. He missed him a lot that day and decided he would swing by if he had some spare time in the afternoon.

Thomas enjoys a walk from time to time but that week he walked more than ever—I assumed that he needed to be alone. This afternoon he picked his earphones and left the house without saying a word. Our mom looked worried and offered Thomas a ride to the funeral home which he declined. They say that grief is only tolerable when accompanied. Thomas said he didn’t need anyone. 

Thomas wrapped himself up in his cocoon. 

Everything was looking grey on 4 March 2020. Thomas hugged some old women and shook some strong hands all day long. Everyone was sorry—so were we. Thomas wrote a speech that gave me chills. He didn’t shiver when reading it. He didn’t cry. He was the man. He was strong—stronger than everyone else. 

At the end of the day Thomas came by my side and started sending insults to the sky—a cathartic activity I may say. I joined him and it felt good. We hugged. Thomas offered me a cigarette and I took it. We shared a laugh and got back to the car on our way home as Thomas hopped for tomorrow to be a better day. 

As we finally arrived home after a forty-five minute ride that seemed like never-ending, Thomas took off his suit jacket and shirt and put a football jersey on. The family started to gather in the narrow living room of our childhood home. Most of them talked about what was going on in China or the latest sports results as if nothing happened. Thomas and I felt confused. Nobody would talk to us. They would elaborate savant plans to avoid us. As the noise of the babbling and small talking kept increasing, Thomas felt even more and more uncomfortable with the situation. How could they? How could they be having those random chats when someone just died? 

People started to leave the house as the sun started to set on the small French town of Flers. It felt like a relief for the three of us. The day was finally over. Thomas could get back to his normal life—so he thought—and so could everybody. Thomas went downstairs to light a cigarette—he didn’t want the family to know about it even though he had been smoking for over a year now. I followed him to get a talk with him, I didn’t feel like smoking. It was clear that Thomas needed to talk but didn’t know how to and who to speak with. He used an old lighter we found in our dad’s apartment but didn’t notice at first and I felt like I needed to break it down to him. 

“It was dad’s favorite, do you remember?” I asked hesitantly.

“Is it?,” He inspected the lighter with great care.”Did he have a favorite though? Wasn’t his favorites the ones he hadn’t loose yet?” He answered with a hint of humour. 

I must admit he was right. 

“Well, it’s my favorite now!” He added gently. 

He locked the lighter in his hand and looked up as if he was trying to hold back his tears. He then looked at me and asked with an air of inflexible calmness: “What do we do now?” He paused. “What are we supposed to do? I mean, I’m only eighteen. Am I ready for what’s about to come? Where do I learn all the things I was supposed to learn from him?”

“Are you looking for answers? Because I don’t have them. I have the same questions you know. We’ll have to find the answers together. Until now I can only say that I don’t know. I’m sorry”

He looked at me as if he had something to say but sat on it. He thought I had the answers and as it turned out I had the same questions. He dropped his cigarette on the dirt floor of the basement and headed back upstairs in silence. He seemed upset and sadly I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know what I have to do most of the time.

Mom called us for dinner even though she knew we were not hungry and she was not either. It was just a way to get us three around the table. The atmosphere was as oppressive as if a bomb was in the room about to blow up and neither one of us knew how to defuse it. No one would eat that night. Everything was looking dark and even the television was off. Mom fixed her hair briefly and looked us both in the eyes. 

“I’m not giving you up,” She said before correcting herself. “I mean… I am here. You can talk to me.” 

She gave the dog a tender pat on the back and put her head down towards it. She was inconsolable too. I knew that my mother’s sadness was sincere. Even though they had been divorced for ten years now there was still something strong between the two of them—something inv isible and invincible. It may not be love but it was something of a kind. Our dad was her first everything and she did all she could to be there until the end as they promised each other in September 2000 and regardless of them breaking this promise in November 2010. My mom had respect for my father and she also admired him. I couldn’t tell if she thought of November 2010 as a mistake now. I think she was reconsidering all of her life choices that night. On the other side of the table, Thomas’s face made it look like his soul had left his body—maybe that was the reason why he didn’t answer. Before going to bed with empty stomachs, we decided to play some old family tapes and it never felt more hurting. All the smiles and laugh on television contrasted with the dull faces and tired bodies that laid on the couch. Before going to bed, we all agreed on going outside to smoke a cigarette. Mom decided once again to break the solemn silence as she saw above her head a sparkling star that seemed like it was glowing for her. 

“Look!” She cried.”There’s only one star in the sky tonight and it is glowing like no other.”

She was right. It was the only star in the sky that night as all the others were hidden by the thick dark clouds. Symbols are important sometimes and that night mom decided that this star would be her lighthouse. She smiled at the star like she was looking at my dad and whispered something I couldn’t quite hear nor decipher. 

“You think dad turned himself into a star?” Thomas asked.

“He would rather have turned himself into a horse!” I said. 

“Who knows?” Said mom. “A star, a horse, he could very well be a jellyfish I wouldn’t mind.” She paused, “For God’s sake let me have this one. Just this little, meaningless, illogical, senseless thing I can stick to.” 

She stopped even though it seemed like she had something else to say. Was it hope? Was it denial? I thought to myself that it didn’t mean anything. I knew for a fact that stars are born, they live and they die and it is only when they are dead that you can see them. 

“You’re delusional,” I said. 

“Maybe.” She answered. “Maybe I am. Again! Who knows?”

I knew. 

Thomas stood up. He raised his head, cracked his neck and threw his cigarette on the ground. 

“Stars are only visible when they are dead.” He said as I thought he was reading through my mind “Looking at them is looking into the past. Maybe we should stick to that star before hope is forever lost… I mean…” he paused” It’s a mystery. Maybe this star is glowing for us and maybe not. We’ll never know. It might be time for us to embrace the fantasy in those dark and twisted times.”

I couldn’t say anything and neither did mom. It was a strange moment. My brother became a poet. He farted and we all agreed that it was time for us to finally go to sleep. 

Illustrated by drn_jessica_

[writingreadingdaydreaming]

Can you elaborate on the Daniel Maldini thing please 🥺

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long to answer I am incredibly sick and I’ve been rotting again lol

So some context needed for this - in the main omegaverse universe, Daniel Maldini is the son of Paolo Maldini (alpha) and Andriy Shevchenko (omega). Daniel was born in 2001, two years after Shevie signed for Milan, which made him the first player in a top five league to have a baby during his career. His contract at Milan was almost terminated but it just managed to hang on by a thread, which lead Shevie to having the magic career that we know him to have had.

So skip forward a few years. Daniel is also an omega, but still has the footballing passion that his father and grandfather had, and he’s determined to carry on the Maldini legacy, only doing so whilst taking after his mother and playing an attacking role. However, most of his Milan career is spent on the bench or in the youth teams, but when he hits 19, he’s finally allowed to train with the first team - which is where he meets Theo.

Him and Theo don’t hit it off right away, but as Paolo starts to get more involved in his advisor role at Milan, they seem to just naturally find themselves in similar situations, and they do eventually fall for each other.

Daniel is shipped off to Liguria on loan to Spezia. The night they officially get relegated from the Serie A is the same night that Daniel finds out he’s pregnant.

Paolo forces Milan to do an emergency withdrawal of his son when he finds out - Milan have one of the oldest and most watertight pregnancy clauses in football because of what happened when Shevchenko was pregnant with Daniel, and Paolo needs to know that his son is going to be under the care of at least semi-experienced people.

So here Daniel is. 21, pregnant, a career seemingly in flames. He’s frankly just grateful that Theo is sticking by his side through it all.

Andrey is also a huge rock for Daniel during all of this. Of course he is, because ultimately that’s still his baby boy and his job as a mother to make sure his kid is safe and okay and supported. But even beyond that, Shevie has knowledge that others don’t when it comes to this. There’s not actually been that many top omega players to get pregnant during their playing careers. So Daniel gets lucky that his mom knows everything a person in his position would need to know. Shevie can and will bleed every FIFA protection dry for his son and his unborn grandchild.

Around September 2023, just before Daniel turns 22, little Theo Jr is born. He’s a completely healthy beta boy who has to be born via emergency c-section because he weighs 10 pounds (4.5kg) at birth. He’s got Theo’s entire face and absolutely steals Daniel’s heart from the first second.

But now Daniel is caught in a limbo. Milan cover his specialised pregnancy training and his post-birth recovery training but they’re hesitant to actually let him out onto the San Siro pitch again. It’s so bad at one point in late December that Daniel considers if maybe football is even the right choice for him anymore.

And then Monza hands him a lifeline.

They’re only a mid-table club and it’s only a half season loan, but it’s better than nothing. Plus, Lombardy and Milan are close enough together that Daniel doesn’t have to worry about leaving Theo and Junior. It might only be a fleeting fantasy, but it’s a perfect one, and Daniel has no choice but to sink his teeth into it.

And as much as it pains Daniel to say goodbye to his beloved Milan, signing the papers to become a permanent Monza player the following July easily proves to be the best decision he’s ever made. He’s proud of himself knowing that he stuck it out through the darkness and the bad days, and now he gets the wear the Italian jersey like his dad and his dad before him, and he’ll get to do it with his baby son in the crowd cheering him on 🥹