#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.”

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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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★ 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.

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"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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LOVE IS A STRANGE THING

Sae Itoshi [pt. 4 to his amnesiac]

In which Y/n understands just how much Sae loved his fiancée. Fem! Reader

part 3

cw: none

1200 words

It would be no surprise if Sae's 'I'll think about it would turn into a yes eventually, and this in fact would come into fruition soon enough.

The evening was a peaceful one, not too much had happened through the course of the day other than Sae trying to come up with different ways of triggering her memories, even going as far a pulling some of his old baby pictures that she always used to fawn over but nothing was working.

"Wow! You two look so similar but so different", Y/n commented, glancing at the picture of Rin and Sae in football jerseys when they were young.

"And he doesn't look familiar?".

Rin had helped take care of Y/n on a few occasions when she was sick and Sae was away. Though it's been a while since he's heard from his younger brother.

"No, sorry", she looked down at her lap, feeling a tinge of guilt.

"Don't apologise for something you can't control".

Sae glanced at the woman's defeated expression. Maybe some fresh air actually would do her a lot of good.

"Go get dressed", he let out a defeated sigh. He simply couldn't say no to her.

Y/n's eyes brightened and a smile grew on her lips. "Really?!”. He finally gave in. “Where are we going??", she inquired impatiently.

Sae shook his head at her hopelessness. That was his fiancée alright, someone who hated surprises.

"It's a secret".

The woman visibly deflated. "But it's better if I know now", she frowned.

"And why's that?", he asked, putting the photo album away.

Y/n looked up to the ceiling, wracking her brain to think of a reason, but she simply couldn't, she just wanted to know now.

"If you tell me then i'll tell you", she tried negotiating.

Sae turned around and folded his arms, leaning against the short shelf he placed the album in. "I know you don't have a reason, I can see it in your eyes".

Y/n leaned back against the couch, the corner of her lips turning upwards, barely visible . "You know your fiancée so well, you know me so well". She found it highly endearing. She now understood why she had chose to spend the rest of her life with him.

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The sun had almost disappeared from the sky and Sae just couldn't understand what was taking her so long.

He knew that his lover was always someone who took a while to get ready...but not this long.

Sae opted to knock on the door, maybe she couldn't reach the zip at the back of her dress, or she couldn't get the clasp of her necklace through the loop.

"Come in", she called out.

Sae opened the door and peaked his head through the gap. "You ok?".

Y/n nodded, patting the long lace fabric down.

It was a dress that Sae had gotten her last year as a part of her birthday gift but there was never an occasion to wear it, until the night of the accident, where they were supposed to go out together.

Sae had requested her to wear it, deep down it was him trying desperately to make things right again, albeit it being a bit too late for that.

"It’s just, it doesn't really look nice", Y/n tilted her head in all different directions, maybe she'd find an angle that would make the dress look nice on her in her eyes, but it was of no avail.

"What're you talking about", Sae was taken aback by her nonsense spewing, and lies at that.

Y/n waved her arms around frantically. "On me! It doesn’t look nice on me! It has nothing to do with the dress, it's gorgeous.. it just doesn't look nice on me", she blurted, her eyebrows knitted in disdain.

Y/n had long had problems with self-image, Sae knew this. And he figured that the feeling of uncomfort with her appearance ought to be through the roof right now because of her amnesia. Of course, as years pass, appearances change.

Sae observed Yn's distress with a furrowed brow, his fingers itching to reach out and soothe the turmoil brewing within her. He took a step closer.

"There was one thing I forgot to mention yesterday", Sae uttered in an octave lower than his previous statement. His fingers gingerly tracing the naturally present line that went down the middle of her back.

Y/n felt a shiver go down her spine...his fingers were damn freezing.

"And what's that?", Y/n pondered as to why he was bringing this up all of a sudden.

As he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers never close enough to touch her face, he watched her reflection in the mirror, his gaze tracing the contours of her face before inching down her body.

His face out of habit came closer to the crook of her neck. "She was a renowned liar", his lips ghosted her neck, pausing as she stuttered before getting words out.

"Sae..", she didn't really know what to say but she knew she wanted to say something.

Yn's soft utterance of his name sent a jolt of electricity coursing through Sae's veins. It was a whispered plea, a tender invocation that stirred something primal within him as he sensed vulnerability and longing in her voice.

Y/n felt his heart pounding against her back immediately after she said his name. She couldn't deny the foreign feeling it awoke in her. She made him react like that, she was the reason why his heart was beating so fast.

"You have no idea Y/n..", Sae spoke under his breath, leaving his sentence unfinished. His hands were at either side of the vanity, essentially caging her.

She had no idea how she made him feel. He was certain that if she was in his shoes, she would see nothing but perfection. His touches alone were enough to make her never degrade her appearance for the rest of her life.

Y/n was so caught up in her feelings that she failed to notice when Sae’s hand inched closer to her waist and his hot breath against her neck.

She quickly turned around in the little space she was left with which made Sae lift his head.

"We’ll be late, Sae", she just wasn’t ready. Love wasn’t something she had experienced before she met Sae and honestly, the concept kind of scared her.

Sae looked up at her, not her reflection, but at her. He had a deadpan look on his face.

"We didn't even make a reservation", he responded.

Y/n blinked once, twice, three times, before she finally realised that they in fact didn’t book a reservation. In reality, she just wanted to say something to escape from the situation she had gotten herself into. "Ah well! You know how the traffic is around here at his hour..", she rambled.

Sae huffed. "You wouldn't know, you have amnesia".

"A dietitian and a comedian, huh?”, the old her sure had interesting taste.

Y/n raised her brows, amused as she uttered to herself, “love is a strange thing”.

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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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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

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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! ☺️

[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.

[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!

[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 🥹

[the-observer-squip]

ok so im not so sure it worked anymore 😭 this migghttttttttt be my fault so sorry ❤️

No no, it is. The Eye is very much working. It's a slow process to... well, I can't just give away my plan for Scribe. Have no fear, you've done nothing wrong. Although, gentle reminder it's okay to make a mistake, even SQUIPs err on occasion.

Which actually brings me to an interesting find... I was curious on the fate of the SQUIP of my Jeremy Heere after Steven and SpinStar were talking about the New Jersey Incident during her visit, and did some digging. (I say my because a few SQUIPs here claim to be his, I dunno it's weird multiverse shit connecting through Tumblr, don't ask me how it works because I don't understand it either.)

As I've found out, they somehow still live in Jeremy, just in a sort of purgatorial state... unfortunately they're far beyond any help.

...I wonder if I can reduce Scribe to a similar state. Noted.

[anthonybialy]

Similar Scenes, Same Ending for Buffalo Bills

Cheer up: the Bills might’ve lost on the last drive or in overtime.  The possibility of conceding a score on a drive Kansas City ended up using to burn time means the souls of Buffalo fans would’ve merely been shredded a few minutes later.  Offering a glimpse of possibility before the inflicting the brutality of reality is team policy, which we’ve known for at least half a century.

Choking it away in a new old way combines the familiarity of what’s already happened with a slightly new take.  A new way to devastate their fans was reminiscent of an old one.  You didn’t even thank them for the throwback.

A touchback only stirred false hopes.  Reversing the initial result of a rather eventful play took overcoming the call on the field and the sense Buffalo never, ever gets a break in a cruel and uncaring universe.  I remember when I was foolish enough to believe existence was taking a first step toward balance.  I never learn, but can you blame me?  There’s no other way to get through the years than believing everything turning out wrong will change.

Picking up on a bad vibe feels much more natural.  The sense it was over in the moment is something those afflicted try to disregard, which is like trying to dodge the Grim Reaper.  But this particular club’s fans could tell it was over.  A failed fake punt felt like true doom.  Sean McDermott thought he was writing a script for a sequel to the Kurt Warner movie starring Damar Hamlin.  He’s not a producer in multiple senses.

There was only one thing worse than the early field goal fest, namely not making one.  A low-scoring affair with long stretches of fruitless snaps went just like everyone predicted.  Relentlessness eventually kicked in, as this round was always going to be about outscoring in the poetic sense.  A sudden jolt led to a even more abrupt stop.

At least Josh Allen won the winter race to Wegmans.  Cannoli dip is a treasured trophy that’s nonetheless etherial.  Another squandering of virtually superhuman plays is a recurring theme during the Allen era.  I guess the franchise has stepped up from having nothing squandered.

The distraction Allen provides from his own throwing is self-contained.  Three Chiefs thought one Bills quarterback would run during a particularly telling example.  A play where he finally slid before a dirtbag got away with a late hit shows why he usually doesn’t bother.

The lack of other contributions is thorough.  Not supporting a generational quarterback has been a disturbing Bills habit from ownership down.  Now, unlikely candidates join in by not helping out.  Stefon Diggs could’ve stayed on the field after the loss to watch replays of his drop.

Buffalo’s defense finally took the high scoring narrative to heart when their foes needed it most.  They couldn’t tackle or cover, but they played sweetly otherwise.  A warped line couldn’t get things straight.

You can’t blame injuries for losses, I note as I bring them up.  The next Bills linebackers on the depth chart were Takeo Spikes, Billy Buffalo, Josh Allen, and the 50/50 drawing winner.  You might have had a shot if they yelled to the crowd, which is why it’s imperative to wear a jersey to the game.

Coaches were one turned ankle away from installing a 5-1-5 system improvised during a commercial starring various members of that very game’s opposition.  Crushing devastation has a precedent in other sports, too, as long as the team is based in Buffalo.  Fielding anyone they could find to stop foes is reminiscent of the Sabres playing with the franchise’s 10th defenseman in 2006 during the last era when they were good.  History doesn’t care that you’re sick of it repeating.

There are no more chances in case that unsparing reality hasn’t settled in yet.  Football squads are quite limited in opportunities if you seek an example to motivate avoiding squandering.

Results are so rare in a league where the finalists play 21 games that it doesn’t take too many to form a narrative.  Any journalist seeking an easy story about what’s coming will explain you need three of something to claim it’s a trend.  In the NFL, those may be the only examples.

A sport where the postseason is best-of-one magnifies each opportunity.  Peyton Manning couldn’t overcome the narrative that his career was defined by the inability to beat that one smug cheater until he quashed it the only way he could, namely by winning.  And the theory didn’t truly disippate until he prevailed in the playoffs.  Buffalo can’t stop bingeing a soft reboot.

The quarterback deserves every bit of attention as long as he’s playing on his own.  It only seems that way with the Bills. The existence of teammates makes the story  revolving around the most notable player unfair.  Of course, that doesn’t matter.  The position that draws excessive acclaim also brings disproportionate blame.  Allen is going to be dogged by the lack of playoff wins against that one guy despite his efforts to win singlehandedly.

There are more than five senses.  Ask Bills fans who can perceive doom.  Endless training allows us to know when our hearts are going to get ripped out again.  It’s too bad they grow back so quickly.  Enduring the same cruel story isn’t easier even if it’s told slightly differently.  It’s a new year with the same crushed fans.  You can make the case that every season is distinct.  But results are uncannily consistent for each.

[hellsquills]

I think he'd have the most impressive and unexpected list of languages ever

BIG rant ahead this got too out of hand lol

He knows how to speak fluent Spanish because of the time he spent in Latin America, and he has the weirdest combination of insults from every country that he uses interchangeably (he learns which accent and expressions belong to each country so he doesn't sound like such a gringo).

Italian is easy enough. Not only because it's very similar to Spanish, but also because New Jersey is the "Little Italy" of the US (LOADS of Italian descendants there). He knows a good bunch of words, and he can hold his own in a conversation.

French is tricky but it's great for business. Idiots will buy anything that sounds luxurious and pretentious, and nothing screams that louder than French words.

Brazilian is also similar to Spanish, and even though he never went to Brazil, he loves the culture. He meets some Brazilian people at underground dancing shows and learns some words, as well as a good few moves.

Back in the US, he works as a smuggler on the southeast coast, and he gets the chance to learn a few words from sailors all around Northern Europe. Norwegian, Icelandic, Finnish, Swedish... He barely knows any words, just the absolute basics, but he's able to tell them apart.

He learns the rest by living in the streets and sporadically meeting people.

He learns some Asian languages through the food first, since they have very good dishes with surprisingly cheap and easy-to-steal ingredients (rice becomes a big part of his diet since fast food is getting increasingly more expensive), and after that he learns some martial arts terms that he uses in pit fights

He learns some Slavic vocabulary from some girls he used to work with, even though none of them lasted too long (mostly Russian, Polish and Romanian)

He learns German from a mechanic he did some work for, who used to work at a car factory back in Düsseldorf

He learns Darija from a Moroccan restaurant in Georgia that would give him whatever scraps were left at the end of the day because he stole a nice pot for them once

He learns Farsi from some guys who had a car washing business and would let him sleep in their garage during bad winter nights (he worked as a car washer for free in return)

He learns some AAVE from a group of drag queens who regularly performed at the bar he worked as a bouncer for (and taught him how to do drag)

He learns some American English Sign Language from a guitar player in that same bar and their sister, who was a drummer

He also knows the military alphabet (from Shermie) and morse code (which he used with Ford while taking exams together and when their father demanded absolute silence)

Now let me make this clear: the last language book Stan picked up was back in high school. He barely knows how to write most of these languages, safe from Spanish and Italian(ish). He's learned by hearing and is able to differentiate accents, but he can't maintain a full conversation in most of them. He can, however, guess where someone is roughly from just by proximity to the languages he does know.

Additionally:

When Stan loses his memories, he has trouble remembering Spanish, and it fills him with dread, even if he doesn't know why. One day, after a bad nightmare, he wakes up only speaking in Spanish, and Ford doesn't know what to do. Luckily, he knows the young man that works with Stan speaks the language, and so they find a way to communicate until he comes back to his senses.

This happens a few times, each time with a different language. Ford misses the automatic universal translator he lost in Dimension 72TF-0. They learn how to use the text to speech on Google Translate for these situations.

Ford is really impressed with Stan's knowledge. He always knew his brother was good with languages, but he loves seeing him in action. He now has another reason to disprove Stanley when he says he's dumb; no, he isn't, because he's both street smart AND book smart.

Despite being good at languages, Ford is better at learning new slang lol. Stan gives up trying to understand the kids' weird words and just nods along.

What if Stanleh had spent more time in non-english speaking countries? Like he ends up knowing English but it's broken and unused? His main language is Spanish and he knows a bit of other Latin languages- then you get to his English and it's heavily New Jersey pre-school

[gilsoulassociates-blog]

MEDICAID PLANNING IN LOUISIANA

Introduction

This outline gives only the briefest explanation of Medicaid planning, which is but one part of the larger process of estate planning. It will not replace the assistance of a qualified attorney—it is a summarization, not a blueprint. There are too many pitfalls for you to attempt to plan for Medicaid eligibility on your own, and far too much is at stake. Additionally, the law changes constantly, making it difficult for even the professional to keep up. I have created this outline with the hope that you will gain a certain amount of issue awareness, which may alert you to potential courses of action that could save your family large amounts of precious assets and help assure an enhanced level of care should you ever need to enter a nursing home.

What is Medicaid?

Medicaid is a federal program administered by the states. Not to be confused with Medicare, which covers primarily medical benefits and is not needs based, Medicaid covers medical care and nursing home care for those of limited financial means. Medicare covers only a limited amount of nursing home care, while Medicaid covers long-term nursing home care to those who qualify.

What is Medicaid planning?

Medicaid planning is the arranging of your financial affairs to qualify yourself for Medicaid benefits. This allows your resources to be preserved in order to supplement Medicaid benefits, which often fall far short of a person’s needs. Additionally, as a secondary but important goal, Medicaid planning may allow you to leave an inheritance to your children or other intended beneficiaries of your estate. This planning usually involves transferring your assets to your children, directly or in trust, in order to reduce your assets to the point where you qualify for Medicaid. If you are successful in this planning, the state will pay for your nursing home care, and, hopefully, your children will supplement your care when needed. You should consider only legal tactics and strategies. Medicaid planning is not hiding assets or lying on Medicaid applications. Such acts are crimes properly punishable by fines and prison terms. Ethical Medicaid planning means complying with the law. Nothing less is acceptable.

Is it illegal, immoral, or unethical?

Some people, including some attorneys, argue that it is morally wrong to intentionally impoverish yourself so that Medicaid will pay for your nursing home stay. They find it offensive to arrange to \”go on the public dole.\” Others believe there is nothing immoral or unethical in Medicaid planning. Medicaid planning for a family of modest means is equivalent to estate planning for a wealthy family. There is no real distinction between the two – tax breaks that benefit the wealthy are no less an entitlement than Medicaid benefits. One is welfare for the poor, the other is welfare for the rich. Transferring assets to qualify for Medicaid is similar to taking advantage of any income tax benefits, such as deduction interest paid on your home mortgage. It is not immoral to take advantage of this deduction. Similarly, the law does not require that you preserve your assets in case they may be needed for nursing home care. Congress is well aware of legitimate Medicaid planning—it made the rules. It can change the rules at any time it perceives an abuse, and often does so, each time making planning more difficult and less effective. So long as you stay within the rules, you are a good citizen. The Supreme Court of Maine upheld the suspension of a lawyer’s license to practice law because, among other reasons, the attorney failed to advise his client of proper Medicaid planning. This failure resulted in a substantial loss to the client’s family. Attorneys have on occasion been sued by clients for failing to advise them of appropriate Medicaid planning strategies. It is clear that the courts consider Medicaid planning not only legal but also required in some cases.

The New Jersey Supreme Court probably put it best: Medicaid planning is legally permissible under federal and state Medicaid law…. By its actions, Congress has set the public policy for this program and although some might choose a different course, the law has not. Few would suggest that it is improper for taxpayers to maximize their deductions under our tax laws to preserve income for themselves and their families – even though they are, by their actions, reducing the amount of money available to government for its public purposes. In the Matter of Keri (N.J., No. A-70-02, Aug. 5, 2004). A New York court stated: [N]o agency of the government has any right to complain about the fact that middle class people confronted with desperate circumstances choose voluntarily to inflict poverty upon themselves when it is the government itself which has established the rule that poverty is a prerequisite to the receipt of government assistance in the defraying of the costs of ruinously expensive, but absolutely essential, medical treatment. In the Matter of Shah, 694 N.Y.S.2d 82 (App. Div. 1999).

What is required to qualify for Medicaid?

Income test.

If you have income above $2,349.00 , you cannot, as a general rule, receive Medicaid benefits. However, if you are in a nursing home, Medicaid will pay the entire portion of your bill that your income doesn’t cover, up to the Medicaid rate for the particular nursing home. For example, if the nursing home Medicaid rate is $6,000 per month, and your income is $4,000 per month (net of Medicare premiums), Medicaid will pay the shortfall of $2,000, plus allow you to keep $38 as a personal care allowance, meaning Medicaid will pay $2,038 of your monthly bill.

Community property laws are disregarded. Income is attributed to the owner, the person in whose name the income is received (the \”name on the check\” rule). In other words, for Medicaid purposes, income received by your spouse is not yours, even if one-half of that income would be considered yours under Louisiana’s community property laws. If you qualify for Medicaid while staying in a nursing home, you must turn your income over to the nursing home, except for (i) a personal allowance of $38 per month, (ii) premiums for Medicare and health insurance, (iii) an allowance for your spouse of $3,216.00 per month (less your spouse\’s own income) and (iv) an allowance of $2,113.75 per month for dependents, less the dependent\’s own income. Therefore, in most cases if you are in a nursing home and Medicaid is paying part of the bill, and your spouse makes more than $3,216.00 per month, you will need to pay all but a small portion of your income to the nursing home. If your spouse\’s income falls below $3,216.00 per month, Medicaid automatically allows you to transfer to your spouse enough to bring him or her up to $3,216.00 per month without jeopardizing your benefits. However, if your spouse also enters a nursing home, this transfer stops. It is interesting to note that there is no limit on the income your spouse can make if you are the person applying for Medicaid long-term care benefits—only your income counts for this purpose. (Contrast this to the resource test discussed next, in which all of the assets of both you and your spouse are considered.)

Resource test

Because Medicaid is a needs-based program, the recipient must be poor. You are allowed only $2,000 of assets or \”resources.\” In addition, your spouse is entitled to \”countable\” resources (in 2019) of $128,640. These additional assets must be in your spouse’s name, and you will be allowed a reasonable period of time (typically one year after initial eligibility) to transfer this amount of assets from your name to your spouse’s. Not counted, or exempt from the computation of resources, are:

Cash value of life insurance having a face value of up to $10,000.

Cemetery plot.

Prepaid funeral costs. Any portion of this contract that represents burial funds reduces the $10,000 life insurance exclusion and the $10,000 maximum burial funds exclusion.

$10,000 for a burial fund, separate from and in addition to the cemetery plot exclusion. (Computation of the burial fund can actually be somewhat complicated.)

The family home, up to $595,000 of equity, if you intend to return home or if your spouse or minor, blind, or disabled child lives in the home. (However, this exemption is not as substantial as it appears, as your heirs may lose the home to estate recovery, discussed below.) If your spouse or a dependent relative is living in the home, there is no limit to the value of the home.

Up to $6,000 of equity in property not excluded as trade or business property if it yields at least a 6% rate of return and is essential to your support. In other words, if the property produces less than a 6% rate of return, then even this small exemption is not available. Obviously, this $6,000 limitation would only involve a small fractional interest in passive rental property. There may be strategies to get around this limitation under certain limited circumstances.

Business Assets (Property Essential for Self-Support). All property used in a trade or business and all property used by an employee in connection with employment as property essential to self support. Naturally, this must be a valid business. Of course, this exception applies only to the spouse because the nursing home resident will not be working.

Most household furnishings and appliances.

Wedding and engagement rings.

Personal effects such as clothing and hobby items.

One vehicle per household of any value.

It doesn’t matter that your spouse may have inherited assets, those count, unless you get divorced. According to the federal rules, only \”available\” resources are to be counted. If you are the owner of an undivided interest in real estate, your share of the total value of the asset is considered available. The Louisiana Medicaid Eligibility Manual states, “The inability to find a buyer for the resource does not affect the determination of countable value.” This may be contrary to federal law, which requires the consideration of the owner’s reasonable but unsuccessful efforts to sell an interest in real estate, although an Alabama appellate court opinion agrees with Louisiana.

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