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FFXIV x One Piece: Tot Meteion and Uta the Endsinger
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Double Date - Double Down
NSFW | MDNI
Simon âGhostâ Riley x Fem!plus size!reader
Word count: 4.9k
Summary: When you get a call in the middle of the afternoon from your friend begging you to fill an empty spot on a double date your initial instinct is a hard no. After all, no one wants to go on a blind double date and be surprised by the fat friend. It doesnât help that this Simon guy is stupid fucking hot and obviously doesnât like you - if his lack of talking is anything to go by.
A/N: Just a fun little oneshot I used as a warmup between working on chapters of future multi chapter projects.
âI said *no*.â You snap, angrily folding the washcloth in your hands.
Your friend splutters from the other side of the phone, the desperation in her voice only growing now that sheâs on her fourth ask. â*Pleeeaase*! Steph backed out last minute and no one else is free-â
âHow do you know Iâm free?â
âYou just said you were!â
You huff. Sheâs got you there. When she first called, you admitted you didnât have anything going on but that was *before* she told you the plan for the night. Before she mentioned that her very, very conventionally hot military boyfriend wanted to do a little double date with his friend and one of hers. Plus, you take a least a little offense to being second choice. Really, last choice, it seems.
âCass, you canât just set up a blind date and take your fat friend. Thatâs not-â
âYouâre not fat, love. Youâre beautiful.â Her words drip with turned honey. You make a gagging face to yourself in the mirror. âYou just need more confidence!â
You sigh loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose. You could try, for the millionth time, to explain to her the nuanced ins and outs of dating as a fat woman. The rules and stats that could rival even the most complex rpg⊠or you could be petty. It takes less time to be petty. âIf I go, youâre paying for my drinks.â
âJohnnyâs friend will probably-â
âYeah, and when he leaves youâre paying for my tab.â
âHe wonât-â
âWe got a deal?â
She clicks her tongue. â*Fiiiine*.â
At least you can get wasted for free either way. A small consolation. She texts you the time and location, barely leaving you with enough time to shower and turn yourself into something presentable. Not that you really care. Itâs going to be shit either way, most likely. Staring yourself down in the mirror, you suppose you could at least try to look somewhat attractive. If youâre about to get rejected (or possibly shouted at, youâll never forget *that* horrendous interaction) you might as well feel your best.
The pub is small as you push through the front door. Casual. A couple pool tables, some darts, a large bar and few booths with stools on the outer side. You scan the room, searching for Cassâs familiar face.
âOver here!â Cass waves with a wide arc at you, a grin plastered from ear to ear. At least sheâs having fun.
You take a long breath, bracing yourself for whatever is about to happen. Cass introduces you to her boyfriend - who is somehow even hotter in person. You can see why sheâs so smitten with him. Johnny looks you up and down as he shakes your hand. He doesnât comment, or make a face, or really react in any particular way, but you can feel a shift. Something in his eyesâŠ
Maybe itâs just your imagination. Youâve always been a little over sensitive.
âSi will be back in a sec. Stepped over tae get a drink.â He flashes a grin.
You hum, quietly folding your hand as Cass pushes a cocktail for you that she preemptively ordered. Criticize her as much as you like, she knows her mixes.
âThere he is.â Johnny grins, turning slightly.
You follow his gaze, heart sinking as your eyes settle on the man approaching your table. Heâs massive. Tall and wide. Total brick shithouse. His face is mostly covered by a black surgical mask. A few years ago you might have questioned it but at this point you couldnât care less, especially when his dark eyes meet yours, small flecks of gold honey catching the low bar lights. Barely styled tufts of blonde hair stick up from his head. They look like they might curl if he let it grow a little longer.
All in all, wayyyy out of your league.
He settles into his seat with all the confidence of any military man - back ramrod straight. He extends a large hand. âSimon Riley.â
You murmur your name, somewhat enthralled by the half lidded, almost bored look in his eyes. Now that heâs closer you notice a large scar splitting his left eyebrow and light, newly forming crows feet in the corners of his eyes.
âS-so youâre military, too?â You stutter, eyes trained on his the massive hand holding his glass. Itâs nicely vascular, his nails are well groomed but it also looks like he could snap you in half with it.
Not that thatâs entirely a bad thing - whatever that may or may not say about you.
He nods. âIâm a Lieutenant.â
âOh! Officer position. So youâre smart, then?â You try to be charming, to give him a sweet smile and keep your body language open.
âEnough.â He deadpans. It takes a few beats for you to realize heâs not going to say anything else.
âUhâŠâ You squirm awkwardly under his gaze. Itâs intense - his dark eyes nearly black in the low light of the bar. âI do hair.â
Conversation is slow, to say the least. The longest answer he gives you is maybe five words. He only flips up the mask long enough to take a sip of his drink every so often. You start to talk less, opting toward a group conversation in which Johnny takes the lead, which he is obviously very good at. He regales you and Cass with a few stories of his and Simonâs adventures. Some funny, some brave, some worrying. Heâs setting the man up to be a god, nearly, but Simon himself just shakes his head and insists Johnny is exaggerating.
You wonder what he sees in Simon. Alternatively, you wonder what *youâre* supposed to see in Simon. Besides his good looks, of course. Heâs⊠bland. Obviously bored if his constant glances toward the exits and rhythmic, occasional tapping on the corner of the table are anything to go by.
âWant tae go dance, lovie?â You overhear Johnny as he leans in toward Cass.
She glances at you, then Simon, then back to you before nodding enthusiastically. âWeâll give you two some time *alone*.â
In any other situation, youâd probably beg her to stay in desperation for a conversation buffer. Here and now, though, youâre grateful. You can finally let this poor guy off the hook. You wait until theyâre gone; fully out of earshot before turning to the man in front of you.
âIâŠuh⊠lookâŠâ You chew your lip, glancing between him and your folded hands on the table. âSorry⊠I know Iâm probably not what, uh, what you expected⊠I get it if you want to leave. Itâs - you donât have to stay, or whatever. Donât have to be politeâŠâ
He cocks an eyebrow, eyes boring through your skull. âWhy would I want to leave?â
âI know what I look like. You donât have to be nice.â
His raised brow turns into a slight frown. âI think youâre quite pretty.â
You scoff - blushing despite yourself. âAgain, you donât have to be nice.â
âDo I seem like the type to just be nice?â
You continue to gnaw at your lip. Heâs got you there. Simon definietly doesnât come off as the type to bow to polite society. âYouâve barely talked to me.â
He stares for a moment. Itâs his turn to avert his eyes, swirling around the whiskey in his glass awkwardly. Almost bashfully. âItâs not you. Iâm⊠not great in public⊠especially in crowdsâŠâ
Oh.
*Oh*.
Youâve completely misjudged him, havenât you? Shit. Heâs just a big awkward lug isnât he?You sigh, rubbing your temple. âOh God, *Iâm* the asshole, arenât I?â
He chuckles, âI wouldnât go that far.â
âIâm sorry itâs justâŠâ you scrub a hand over your face. âMost men donât really want to be surprised with a fat girl on a blind date. Guess I assumed the worst.â
Simon hums. A low vibration that settles into your bones. He gets up, sliding into the booth side of the table beside you - his massive frame pushing into your space. He smells like spices. Cinnamon and pepper. A little hint of leather and tobacco underneath. Itâs heady, and some primal part of your mind wishes you could roll around in it like a dog.
âSome men might like a waifish little thing, thatâs their business, but personallyâŠâ He leans in, a large hand resting on your wide thigh. âYeah. I like somethinâ I can get a proper handful of.â
â*Oh*.â You squeak, back stiff. Was that what you saw in Johnnyâs face before? Approval?
ââEreâs a thought - we go back to mine. Sâquiet. Can talk more freely. See where the night goes, hm?â
You smile hesitantly, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Itâs honest. Kind. Dark pools of sincerity. Itâs against your better judgement. Impractical. Out of character. Even so, you allow yourself to surrender with a warmth in your cheeks and a small nod.
âIâll get an Uber.â He pulls out his phone, tapping away. âFive minutes out.â
âWant to wait outside?â You offer, nodding toward the front entrance. Simon just nods, following you out close behind. Neither of you say much of anything while you wait, but you watch him out of the corner of your eye. He taps on his leg a few times in much the same way as he did on the table.
He dutifully opens the car door for you, letting you slide in before climbing in beside you, long legs slightly cramped in the small sedan.
âYou donât live on base?â You ask as the Uber drives away from the infamous military housing. Youâd been there once or twice - a while ago when you were younger and messier.
âSâtoo loud.â He shrugs. âToo crowded.â
âWell, at least youâre consistent.â You smile.
Simon hums, resting his hand on your thigh once again. Itâs casual, not too high up or too much pressure. Not presumptuous.
âHowâd Johnny get you out there in the first place? If youâre so *averse*.â You tilt your head.
He shrugs, âWas supposed to be another Sergeant we work with but I guess he cancelled. No one else was free.â
âAh, so weâre both last choices, then.â
âYeah?â
âMade Cass promise me free drinks if I came.â
âSmart girl.â He chuckles, holding out a hand to help you up out of the car upon your arrival. His hand is warm when you take it, and a small part of you feels disappointed when he lets go.
The building is small. Old. All red brick with a thirty year old intercom and an elevator that youâre pretty sure hasnât been inspected since the place was built. About halfway down the hall, you start to second guess yourself. You donât know a thing about this guy - you donât know whatâs going to happen as soon as you get on the other side of his door. His weird, bright red door. Wait - why is this whole floor covered in red doors?
âAlright?â He grunts, back turned to you as he wrestles with the lock.
âUh - why is your floor color themed?â
Simon laughs, wide shoulders shaking with the movement. Itâs a low sound, something that vibrates in his chest. Makes you want to press your ear to it, see how it feels. If it will reverberate into your bones as well. âThe old lady that owns the building is a bit⊠unique. Likes to talk about colors and karma and destiny stuff.â
âAh.â You nod, as if that makes any sense at all. âSo youâre red?â
âApparently.â
His apartment is actually quite homey, as you step into it. From a stiff military man like him you expected something akin to an ikea floor model. Instead itâs furnished with a well worn, green couch. A large TV with an extremely up-to date surround sound system and an entertainment center filled to the brim with CDs sits against the wall. A few movie posters fill the walls. All horror classics - you count three of the scream movies. The first two final destination. There are condensation rings on the coffee table.
Behind you, you hear the door lock and unlock three times, but you donât pay it much mind.
âWant a drink?â Simon asks, already popping open a decanter full of something gold on a small drink cart beside the kitchen island.
âSure.â The agreement is automatic - blurted out before you can second guess taking a drink from a total stranger.
You watch a little too closely as he takes off his light jacket, exposing his strong arms and a half sleeve tattoo. Itâs a bit tacky, all skulls and military symbols. The black ink has been sun worn over time. The motif of a young getting his first tattoo after enlisting. He settles down on the couch with the decanter and two glasses, patting the spot beside him. You plop down. Itâs pretty comfortable, honestly.
His fingers loop into the maskâs straps. You find yourself watching with wide eyes and bated breath as he removes it. His nose is crooked - broken more than a couple times, you think. Thereâs a scar running from his nose to upper lip that could only come from a cleft palette. Itâs charming, in a way. When he turns toward you, you notice a patch on the side of his face that looks like a rather large burn all the way down to his sharp jaw. The roughness of him works, somehow. The scars and tattoos and choppy hair all coming together to create the visage of a life hard lived.
âYouâre really prettyâŠâ the words slip from your tongue before you can stop them.
Simon splutters out a laugh, the slightest hint of color appearing across his cheeks. âDidnât take you for a flatterer.â
âIâm not.â You huff before nodding toward the posters. âHorror fan?â
He hums, passing you a glass. âAre you a fan? Of horror, I mean.â
âFound footage!â You grin a little too excited. âItâs the best genre.â
âTerrible taste.â He scoffs.
âWrong! Found footage can be anything you want it to be - slasher, thriller, mystery, mocumentary. Anything.â
âWhich makes them messy.â He argues. âAnyone can make one.â
âYeah! Theres so many hidden gems out there.â
âWhatever you say.â
âOh, Iâll put you on them. We just need to get you a good one.â
âAskinâ me on a second date already, love?â
âOh, fuck off.â You shove at his shoulder. He was right, it is so much easier to talk freely out of the bar. Away from everyone and everything. His posture is far more relaxed, laid back into the couch with his hips canted forward rather than stiff as a board.
âWe could watch one now?â He offers. If you were more sober, you might have heard the twinge of pleading in his voice. As it stands youâve already drained the glass he gave you and are perfectly buzzed enough to be ignorant to the subtler parts of communication.
How convenient.
âOkay.â You whisper.
After a bit of debating back and forth you settle on Hell House. After all, itâs been your tried and true method for getting anyone and everyone into the genre. You donât notice it, at first, but you slowly begin to scoot closer to him as you fold your knees up on the couch. Eventually, tucking yourself under his arm sling across the back cushions. Between him and the drinks - which youâre pretty sure is a rather fancy bourbon - you feel what could only be described as snuggly. Limbs loose and pliant, smile easy and words flowing as you cheer and jeer at the characters together.
At some point, Simonâs dark eyes meet between yours. You lean in, so does he. Inch by inch until your lips meet. Itâs tentative, at first. Testing the waters. His lips are soft and move expertly against yours. You part for him has his tongue darts across your lower lip.
Itâs easier than it usually is for you. Easy to let him pull you over his lap. To rest your hands on his broad shoulders as you take each other in. Normally, youâre not a person for one night stands. A commitment kind of gal. You canât exactly say no, though, when you have a beautiful manâs hands traveling over your body like itâs the only thing in the world worth paying attention to right now.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to grunt, âBedroom?â
â*Yes*.â You gasp between kisses.
Suddenly those large hands grasp under your ass as youâre hauled up. You grapple to hold onto the back of his neck, keeping your weight forward.
âSimon!â
âYes, love?â He asks as if he didnât just life you like a sack of potatoes.
âA-aren't I heavy?â You question as he makes his way through the apartment, peppering kisses over your neck and jaw.
âNo.â He replies bluntly. Like what you asked was stupid.
Youâre placed on a bed with all the gentleness of a rare china plate- one hand cradling your upper back and the other tucked under your thighs. There isnât any time to take in the room before Simon is kissing you again but you do count approximately five pillows and zero navy sheets.
That shouldnât be as hot as it is.
Simon leans in close, nose ever so slightly bumping yours. âBefore we keep going, I want to establish a rule. Red light means stop. At any time, for any reason.â
You canât help but smile. âOkay.â
âSay it back, doll.â
âRed light means stop.â You reach up and cup his face. So handsome. So warm.
âGood girl.â He murmurs. âLetâs get these off, hm?â Simon pulls your clothes off deftly - dragging those rough palms over your skin as he moves and kneading at the plushness of your hips appreciatively.
You reach up to tug at his shirt. âSânot fair if Iâm the only one naked.â
Simon chuckles and hastily sits back to yank the shirt over his head, giving a lovely show in the process. You think this what people mean when they talk about an Adonis. Thereâs a comfortable soft layer of his strong abdomen. Something you want to sink your teeth into. Your fingers trace each dip and curve of his muscles, the lovely shape of his pectorals, the raised scars littering his body. Floral shapes from bullets along with slashes and smaller jabs. A particularly nasty one runs down his side, coving his ribs. A burn, you think.
âYouâre beautiful.â You murmur. Definitely out of your fucking league. You move to sit up, reaching for his waistband.
His hand pushes your shoulder back on the bed. âLet me take care of you tonight, bird.â
Your face warms. Simon kisses your cheek, continuing down to your chest and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. Gently sucking and nipping at it while flicking the other with his hand. A shameful whimper escapes your throat.
Simon leans up to murmur in your ear, âWhat do you want, sweet girl?â
âWant you to fuck meâŠâ You murmur, embarrassment making you want to close your legs. His solid hips block you.
âOh, I will, but first I want those beautiful thighs wrapped around my head.â Simon continues to place kisses down your body, over your stomach, stopping right at your panty line and tracing along it with rough fingers. His arms circle your thighs and in one swift motion your hips teeter on the edge of the bed, Simon kneeling between them. His fingers hook in the waistband of your underwear.
âW-waitâŠâ You sit up on your elbows.
He freezes, looking up at you.
âI, uh, I havenât exactly *landscaped* in a while⊠wasnât really planning-â
Simon huffs out a laugh. âIâm a grown man, love. You think a little bush is gonna scare me off?â
All thoughts related to anything within the proximity of embarrassment come to an instant halt as Simonâs lips wrap around your clit- sucking and nipping and lapping like a man starved. Like heâd die without it. A low groan rumbles through his throat.
âF-fuck!â You gasp, whimpers and moans interrupting any chance you may have at putting words together.
âTaste so fucking good, princess.â He mumbles against you. A shaky moan rattles through you as he pushes a thick finger in, working it gently. His other than grips your hip tightly, pinning you in place. The pet-name sends a shiver down your spine - leaving you rolling your hips and clenching on the finger inside you.
âFuck, SiâŠâ You gasp, tangling your fingers in his hair.
âI can tell your close, baby.â Simon groans. âCum for me. Come on, be a good girl and cum all over my fucking tongue.â
The bastard knows the power he has in that voice. He *has* to. That baritone gravel sinks in your veins and all you can do is whimper. Panting pathetically the closer you get. His fingers curl up and your back arches harshly as your climax washes over you. Your legs tremble as he works you through it; stopping just shy of pushing you too far.
âHey!â You gasp indignantly as a jolt shoots up your spine as he settles a final, harsh suck on your clit.
Simon taps your hip, climbing back over you as you scoot up on the bed. He carelessly kicks off his pants as he goes, toeing them off before settling between your legs. Those dark eyes rake over you leisurely - taking in every inch. Every curve and dip and flaw categorically. He sucks in a breath and sighs. âBloody âell, look at you⊠so fuckinâ pretty.â
Your face heats and you look away. âWhoâs the flatterer now?â
âNot me. Just beinâ honest.â He places a quick kiss to your soft jawline before reaching over to dig through his nightstand drawer. You donât miss the gold foil of the condom wrapper.
You canât stop yourself from licking your lips as he pulls off his boxer briefs. Simon is uncut, already ruddy and leaking and just begging for your mouth. Maybe next time, though. Heâs already slipped on the condom, carefully hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and the other around his hip. The man has a laser-focus to him, youâll give him that.
âStill want tâ keep goinâ?â He mumbles, eyes locked on his cock as is drags between your folds.
â*Please*.â You whine pathetically. Simonâs chuckle turns into a gasp as he presses in. Itâs achingly slow and you roll your hips in demand for more.
Simon lets out a low groan as his hips meet yours. The stretch is perfect - just enough to feel completely full without pushing you too far. As though your bodies were made to slot together just so. Your head falls back, chest heaving as you beg him to move, to fuck you, just *please* for the love of god-
âNeedy little thing.â He gives you a sloppy smile before setting a brutal pace. You find yourself clawing at his back, clinging to him as your back arches and the most obscene sounds are systematically torn from your throat. The angle he has your hips placed causes his cock to bully that sensitive spot inside you - dragging over it with every thrust.
Simon leans toward, bracing himself on his forearms and pinning you under him as he fucks into you. âSo fuckinâ good fâme. Knew you would be. So soft and sweet and goddamn *pretty*.â
â*Fuck, Simon*.â You gasp, nose bumping against his as your lips intertwine. Breaths and moans intermingle as you both chase that edge. Thereâs nothing else, in this moment, just you and Simon and the sounds only he has ever managed to pull from you.
Your orgasm hits you like a train. Out of nowhere and all at once, tensing every muscle into a trembling mess as you clamp down around his cock. Simon sinks his teeth into your neck as his own climax takes him, cradling you close and moaning out your name so muddled you almost miss it.
For a few moments, you stay frozen in place trying to catch your breath as you come down. Your limbs feel like jelly when you finally try to move, body limp and pliable. It almost feels like a loss as he pushes off of you, leaving you open and vulnerable to the cool night air while he ties off the condom.
âBe right back.â He murmurs, slowly climbing off you and heading for an attached bathroom off to the left.
You let your eyes slipped closed only to jump and shoot back open as a dap rag drags between your thighs. A little yelp escapes you as the rough material drags across your oversensitive clit. Simon chuckles at you, tossing the rag back somewhere in the bathroom before crawling into the bed beside you. Itâs so easy to curl into his chest and let those strong arms encircle you.
âHave fun, love?â Simon murmurs into your hair.
You just hum happily, smiling against his hard chest.
âGood.â
Itâs just as easy as the rest of it to fall asleep like that. To seek out the warmth of his body in your satiated haze and press into him, allowing the night and rhythmic beating of his heart to overtake you. You feel four small taps between your shoulder blades just before tipping over the edge into comfortable nothing.
You wake slowly to an empty bed. The light from the window above you streams in - bathing the room in a light golden tone. Itâs cozy. The blankets seem to pull you in, keeping you snugly in place. Distantly, you hear the sound of pots and pans clinking.
Shockingly, youâre not hungover. Well, not much at least. Thereâs a slight twinge in your head and a not unpleasant soreness in your hips. You dig around, finding your clothes strewn across the room haphazardly. Your underwear are nowhere to be found and you eventually give up with a shrug. They werenât one of your best pairs anyway.
When you come out of the bedroom, you pause. Simon stands in the kitchen, working on something over the stove wearing only a pair of sweatpants. They hang loosely around his hips, showing off the rises and dips of his strong muscles and well defined waist. This scene somehow feels too intimate despite your activities the night before.
âPerfect timing.â Simon turns, placing a plate down on the kitchen island. The omelette before you looks immaculate, all the way down to a light garnish on top.
Your eyes turn to saucers. âYouâŠyou made me breakfast?â
âCourse.â He nods sharply as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. As if *not* doing so would be some sort of affront. Either youâre still asleep and this is all a dream or you stumbled upon the perfect man through pure happenstance.
He turns the stove off and on and off twice before standing at the counter across from you while you sit on one of the stools at the island. Itâs a comfortable silence as you both eat. Simon keeps glancing up at you as if waiting for your disapproval. Boyish, somehow, despite the size and breadth of him.
Itâs perfect. The eggs practically melt in your mouth and the goat cheese and vegetables taste fresh. You canât help but him happily as you eat.
By the time youâre done, you think you might be a little in love.
Maybe you should text Cass and thank her or something. Maybe a gift basket. âOh. My phoneâs dead.â
âDidnât charge it before yâleft last night?â Simon cocks an eyebrow, chewing on his last bite.
You snort. âIt was last minute, remember?â
âWhat if Iâd been some sort of psycho? What was your plan?â He grins as he takes your empty plate. If you were a more impulsive woman you may have gone so far as to lick the damn thing.
âAre you a psycho?â
âNot generally, no.â
âWell then, nothing to worry about.â You grin, watching a little too happily as he rinses down the dishes and loads the dishwasher.
Simon just scoffs at you.
You glance at the time above the stove, disappointment settling deep in your chest. âShit. I should get going.â
âIâll get you a cab.â Simon offers automatically, reaching for his phone.
You shift side to side, twiddling your thumbs. âYâknow⊠we never finished the movieâŠâ
Simon cocks and eyebrow. From the pleased smirk on his face you can tell he knows what youâre implying. He still patiently waits for you to say it out loud.
âWould, uh, would you want to exchange numbers? Maybe⊠meet up⊠againâŠ?â Your voice is more timid than youâd like. This fear of rejection is new. Being rejected is nothing new for you, so why does it suddenly feel so high stakes with this one guy you barely know?
You donât miss the way his eyes light up ever so slightly at the question. âIâd love to.â
#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#call of duty#cod x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#ghost x reader#plus size reader#fat reader#reader insert#simon riley x you#simon x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x you#smut#cod smut#reader insert smut#one shot#Ghost with OCD is my roman empire#heâs so much more well adjusted than I usually write him but it was fun#holly writes
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sway
[ song inspo ! ] sway by michael bublé
[ summary ! ] sicheng as your ballroom dance instructor <3 spoiler: you are both crushing on each other~~
[ word count ! ] 1697
[ author's note ! ] this may or may not have been inspired by my crush that later turned out to be an asshole..... but uh sicheng in a shirt<3
stepping into your dance class, you gnawed at your lower lip nervously. the other people were already here, waving at you.Â
âhi, how youâve been?â one of them â yeri â asked, tilting her head. you knew her the best out of the group but you wouldnât call her a friend yet.Â
âgood! and you?â you asked, walking up to her. yeri tucked a strand that fell out of her ponytail and just smiled.Â
âme too. iâm excited for todayâs class, and you?â she tilted her head and pointed at the instructor âhe dressed up, didnât he?â
shyly looking over, you nodded. it was no secret sicheng, your dance instructor, was attractive. last class, when you just had a choreography to learn, he had black sweatpants on and a t-shirt with something on it.Â
today, however⊠since you were about to learn tango, he had an elegant outfit on. his black shoes shone in the light of the training room, even his hair slicked back subtly.Â
âyouâre blushingâ yeri nudged your elbow and you grunted, looking back at her. you missed the way sicheng smiled at you.Â
âhow is everyone today?â sicheng asked, his voice smooth as honey sending chills down your spine.Â
you signed up for the dance class to finally learn something other than drunk dancing while clubbing. it was supposed to be fun and relaxing. but you never would have thought that youâd fall deep for the dance instructor. he was literally sent from heaven: handsome, charming, gentle⊠and on top of that, he had a fashion sense and could dance well? how on earth was he not taken yet? (you knew heâs single â yeri stalked him after the first class and came to such a conclusion, and you decided to trust her).
you noticed his gaze lingered on you a little longer when everyone hummed or nodded.Â
âiâm happy to see you today. as promised, iâll teach you tango basics. and if you like it, we can continue during next class as wellâ sicheng smiled sweetly and walked up to the mirror, back facing you âletâs warm upâÂ
yeri chuckled and you followed the instructions. your dance class consisted of a bunch of girls and even less boys, mostly university students just like you. but you probably were the oldest anyway.Â
when sicheng finished with the warmup, you were in awe how he looked so effortless - you were already starting to struggle a bit and your hair got messed up from all the jumping. but he looked flawless.Â
âokay, now i would like you to pair upâ he hummed and you immediately faced yeri. she shot you a grin and bowed dramatically.Â
âmy ladyâ she chuckled. the pairs were soon formed, waiting curiously for the next instructions. sicheng was facing you now, slowly walking back and fourth.Â
âtango is a sensual dance, itâs all about closeness to your partner. most of the time, the woman does all of the workâ he nodded and looked around âtwo very important things: remember to keep your backs straight and knees slightly bentâÂ
âthis is gonna be so awkwardâ you joked quietly and he turned around once again. maybe you were imagining things but you thought he looked at you through the mirror.Â
ânow, the first steps. letâs start slow and steadyâ sicheng instructed and showed the steps.Â
just like he said, his back was as straight as a ruler and knees bent. he kept his hands glued to his chest to highlight the posture. you observed his footwork closely, paying attention to which leg should move first.Â
his moves were smooth, water-alike, and flowy. you were in awe, shaking your head.Â
âhow on earth am i supposed to do that?â you whispered and heard his small scoff.Â
ânow try repeating after me. your partner should start from the opposite legâ he encouraged. and surprisingly, you managed to catch pretty quickly. observing his movements all the time, you mirrored them. he was also going slow and counting the steps.
after a short while, when everyone seemed to understand, sicheng started walking around the room to monitor the moves closely. in the meantime, he also played tango music.Â
âif you feel confident already, you can try it in pairs. remember about your knees and back! also, the man should grab his partnerâs hand and the other should be on her armâ sicheng announced and approached one pair, fixing their pose. your back was facing him as you and yeri started trying the steps in pair.Â
âheâs so into youâ she snickered quietly, grabbing your hand gently.Â
âstop saying that, im going to be delusionalâ you giggled in response, trying to focus on the steps. but it wasnât that easy when you had to start from the other foot, having the womanâs position in the pair.Â
you were so focused on your feet doing it right that you havenât noticed sicheng was observing you two.Â
âi feel like im not doing something rightâ you laughed and looked up, eyes widening when you saw his smiling face.
âmay i?â he asked and you froze. yeri whipped her head and let go of you, letting him take her spot. you realized heâs still waiting for you answer.Â
âoh, oh! you mean like⊠yes, sure!â you stuttered and he walked up, taking yeriâs spot. Â
his hands were larger and more calloused than hers but his touch was as tender as hers. he held you gently, the hand on your arm spreading warmth all over your body.Â
âyeri did well but let me show you were was the feeling of a mistake. follow me. one, two⊠mhm, here you just sway on that legâ he explained, leading you. it felt all natural, you just succumbed to his instructions. you kept staring at his feet, wanting to remember what he was doing â but also you knew that if you looked him in the face, youâd turn fierce red. âand hereâs the deal: when you do another step, you donât just move your feet. you drag it slowly, like thisâÂ
âooooh, it makes sense!â yeri cheered.
you copied what he did.Â
âexactly like this. now letâs go from the beginningâ sichengâs words blended with the music. you kept your gaze glued to his black, shiny shoesâ âlook at me, y/n. you have to look at your partnerâÂ
you scrunched your nose and rose your head up, remembering to straighten your back. the proximity hit you, his face was closer than you thought it would be.Â
âi, i know. itâs just that iâm, you know⊠not lost when im looking at my feetâ you explained nervously, almost forced to look into his ebony eyes. sicheng just sent you a warm smile.Â
âyouâre not lost now, though. you need to feel the music, feel your partner. it will come naturallyâ he hummed and you realized youâre following his lead, legs working on their own.Â
you kept looking in his eyes, blush spreading on your face. feeling as if it was just you, him⊠and the training room turned into a ballroom.Â
âyou got it. good jobâ sicheng grinned and let go of you, snapping you out of the trance. âyeri, im giving you back your dance partnerâ
âabout timeâ she teased and only when he walked away to approach the other couple, you and yeri started giggling. âyou got so red!âÂ
âshut up!â
âno, literally, heâs so into you! the way he looked at you⊠and you are the only one who he sanded with, he only says what you need to fix⊠oh iâm sick!â yeri whined dramatically and you just slapped her arm.Â
the class came to an end, sicheng turned off the music to bid goodbye.Â
âyou all did really well! do you want to continue tango next week?â he asked, scanning your reactions. most of the people nodded and he just smiled in response.Â
âduh!â yeri grinned, saying loudly. tango meant more close encounters, so she was ready to sacrifice her time for you to get closer to sicheng.Â
âiâm glad to hear youâre so enthusiastic. so you next week thenâ he crossed his arms, swaying a bit on his legs. you were about to leave, when you heard his voice again ây/n, do you mind staying for a minute?âÂ
yeri exchanged shocked looks with you and then just winked, running off.Â
âyeah, sure, no problemâ you answered, a bit shocked he knows your name. well⊠itâs not like he has to, right?Â
when everyone left, he walked up to you a bit closer. his ebony eyes looked at you softly, a gentle smile adorning his lips.Â
âyou did really good today, you knowâ he hummed and you nodded.Â
âthank youâ you said, almost whispered.Â
âi just⊠hm, how do i put thisâŠâ sicheng hesitated and chuckled âi think youâre really cuteâÂ
âwhat?â your eyes widened, looking at his face in shock.Â
âyeah. despite getting shy often you still manage to show confidence in your moves. and, well, youâre cute as in⊠just⊠shitâ he laughed nervously and that was the first time youâve seen him break his stoic facade âwould you like to go on a date? maybe a coffee after class or a dinner. if you want toâÂ
so yeri was right.Â
âof course. iâd love to, i really wouldâ you grinned and saw a wave of relief wash over his face âas long as we donât have to dance, iâd still be intimidatedâÂ
âletâs leave that for another timeâ he sent you a smug smile. scoffing, you couldnât help the wide grin from growing.Â
âletâs grab a coffee this weekend, hm?â you asked, a sudden wave of bravery taking over you âyou can give me your number, we can, uh⊠establish the details laterâÂ
âsureâ sicheng answered.Â
after exchanging numbers, you waved goodbye to him. he had another class waiting for him. he was looking at you, whipped.Â
âsee you soon, then!â you smiled and walked away a bit dramatically, in the step pattern you just learned.Â
sicheng couldnât help but giggle, not quite still believing that it just happened.Â
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A bunch of Scott designs I did for warmups <3 using my personal head canons for each one! Explanations for their looks and ânamesâ down below!
Life Series: Scott!
I love all of them so much,, I wanted to keep their outfits and general vibes simple, theyâre all pretty but also some practicality in their wardrobes as they are in some type of survival game ehe.
3rd Life: Poppy
Self explanatory name, this version of Scott is the sweetest and the most disconnected from the survival games. He only wanted to live with his husband in their little paradise in forms of flower valleys and endless wheat fields, completely isolated from the war. His outfit is of a gardener, overalls and a sunhat with his and Jimmyâs favorite flower; poppies. He grew out his hair and ties it, not wanting it to be in the way of his work. He is overly protective of his husband, wanting to keep him safe and away from danger for as much as he possibly can. A widowâs rage is something else.
I imagine 3rd Life designs to be more humanoid, so Scott here is an elf! This soul of his moved on to Empires, where he spends the rest of his days with his husband in sweet bliss.
Last Life: Star
Earned the name after being victorious in the game of betrayal. A guiding star to others, he keeps the titular mark on his forehead for the remainder of his time in the Life Series due to being a winner, a reminder of him losing his final life to a lightning bolt. He is the most cunning, using his wits and trust to be a strong ally. He lived in the center of all the chaos with his partner, his best friend Pearl, using little moths to communicate to each other. With sheltered forests and a cottage as their âhomeâ, he has deer-like features and antlers to boot. Perhaps this was an attempt to recreate a copy of Poppy, as he has some memories of âhisâ previous life. He dresses in a neat dress shirt and vest, matching with his best friend and fitting the aesthetic of their pretty house in the woods. Just donât touch the wall, please.
I wanted to use yellows for this design, as he starts off with two lives! Plus, the contrast looks so good <3 this soul is the host of future life seasons, having full clarity of this life when he goes into future events. Once a series is over, all precious memories will wash over him and the star will hover over his head. This is his ârealâ form, his âwinningâ soul.
Double Life: Venus
Named after the brightest âstarâ next to the moon, he feels isolated. He felt something familiar as he was brought into this life, but he never expected to be connected to Pearl. He shouldnât blame her, but he doesnât deal well with being alone. Somehow, he still has a brief memory of Poppyâs as he feels.. something when Jimmyâs soulbound isnât with him. He loves being with Cleo, his chosen soulmate, and being Pearlâs soulbound meant he could feel her frustration and loneliness. Should he have been there for her? Likely. He couldnât bare seeing her face again. He couldnât bare losing her again. Not again. Maybe it was better this way, theyâre both hurting. He hopes this is better.
I used green as he was green in his iconic and heartbreaking moment of splitting off with Pearl and Martyn to join up with Cleo, and also I can remember him being mostly green until Pearl ups and ruins that- heâs a ram, his horns shifting to ram horns to solidify his stubborn nature to reconnect, and a general ranch aesthetic given he and Cleo made a whole soulmate ranch thing. The hair over his eyes are to hide his teary eyes, still missing and hurting over his soulmate.
Limited Life: Coral
A fitting name for the person who established the Coral Isles. The cottage was in the middle of it all, so he wanted his life to be away from all the drama, just by the side of the map near the ocean to relax. Unfortunately, things just wonât stop coming for him. Be it being the boogeyman first, allying with someone who you swore was supposed to kill you, and more memories of your past life you donât understand coming back to haunt you, itâs a little too much. He canât help but be flirty with Martyn though, the man definitely bites back. He finds his partnerâs overprotective-ness rather adorable, and heâd do anything for him back, even give him time.
Fish!! Drastically different than my AU design, which is good- used his red skin as he did wonderfully as a red name and whenever I think of Limited Life Iâd always think of Red Scott, which I adore <3 he does have long hair, canât not have his long hair for him!
Until series five comes out, these are my thoughts and ideas for Life Series Scott! Iâd love to write out possible interaction ideas but Iâm afraid this post might be too long LMAO- a good break from Sea Prince content, but I absolutely adore the life series and the pseudo-story I have for this guy in particular. Who knows, you might see fullbodies of them in the future? :D no promises!
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i didn't win the wheel: episode 1
(if anyone knows how to make gifs đ„ș please help me out until then it's shitty screenshot summer)
Alex: "I'm gonna say... 400,000."
Logan: "I'm gonna say 430,000â
ok cool let's introduce the WHOLE DYNAMIC of this episode in one still, shall we? alex is looking directly into the camera pondering the shit out of this question, and *this is logan's face*. look at that. look at that fucking smirk. alex is like "you know what? i'm going to get this question right" and logan is like "you know what? i'm gonna use the oldest trick in the pick-a-number-1-through-10 book and i'm gonna WATCH you get annoyed with me and i'm gonna love every second of it." he knows what he's doing
Alex: "Oh, you're playing that game, are you? Just gonna go a bit above?"
Logan: *smoothest fucking wink i've ever seen* *the fucking TONGUE CLICK*
ok WHAT. how am i supposed to handle this iâ let's start with the fact that even before logan gave his answer he's leaning back, head cocked, gazing at alex âšlike thatâš practically about to do the arm-around-the-shoulder-thing **before** because he knows exactly how alex is going to react. that fucking wink he had that planned from the beginning. even before alex phrased it like "oh, you're playing that game, are you?" which WOAH BRAT TAMER ALEX DID NOT SEE THAT COMING and jesus christ i feel like i'm intruding on something. this doesn't even feel like ao3 this feels like the beginning of a shit 2k word wattpad draft but no this actually happened
Alex (after guessing exactly 1 less than Logan's and getting it right): "Yes!"
Logan (sunshine smile): "You're a donut..."
okay so apparently alexâs reaction to being called a donut đ© is that smile and leaning into logan for the first time in the video and giggling and idk fucking blushing like what kind of degradation kink is this... like i'm sorry i love you landoscar but "you freaking muppet! you got all the hangers!" will need to step aside for whatever is going on here
need i remind you this is ALEX'S reaction to kph. logan brought the k in there first guys leave your what the fuck is a kilometer bit behind ok!!! (i'll find this eventually but logan answering that question on "wrong answers only" with "i'm gonna answer this correctly. it's 1.6 to a mile" is the hottest thing i've ever seen)
aaaaaand here we go end of the video. DO I NEED TO DO A SIDE BY SIDE COMPARISON OR WHAT actuallyâ
alright that's the best you're gonna get with preview. but LET'S BREAK IT DOWN. so we go from logan doing literally all of the talking, all of the video introduction and explaining the activity, and alex even with his whole "oooh ray of sunshine" image clearly thinks this is stupid, he even makes little sarcastic hand gestures when logan describes it. and even right in the beginning he's not looking at the camera he looks like an adhd kid sat next to the window (come on alex look alive). but THREE MINUTES of an admittedly stupid game he's done a total 180, smiling and laughing and literally that wasn't that funny but now i'm gonna laugh because you're the one who said it and leaning in to read the cards for the first time and- well logan is mostly unchanged. from the first question he decided his main task for this video was literally just to check out his teammate at point blank range with his emotions very very clear on his face (alex is OBLIVIOUS af but then again he did pull out the "oh you're playing that game are you?" and i was NOT ready for that so who knows)
ok so episode 1 is very much a warmup for the rest of the series i know that. obviously this isn't the "reaching stratospheric levels of homoeroticism that actually leave a wake of collateral damage to all compulsory heterosexuality in a 50 m radius" as charlos but holy shit it's a lot more obvious than i thought!!!
episode 2
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I need a jealous matt fic from you. like actuallyyyy
Urban Cowboy- M. Sturniolo
pairing: Cowgirl!reader x CityBoy!Matt
classification: fluff, angst
warnings: use of y/n, mentions of jealousy, slight cursing, mentions of alcohol and alcohol use, set in the county/ a ranch
inspiration: request^^, Urban Cowboy (the movie) but with a twist & none of the abuse. Also, weâre taking a different route with jealousy hehehe
summary: Matt, a city boy, tries one upping you, the best bull rider in town, only to be met with a painful outcome.
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Every summer the triplets were shipped away to their grandparents ranch out in the country. For a couple of months, they left their busy city life behind in favor of days plowing the field, tending to livestock, and helping their grandparents out.
Since they were kids, Matt and his brothers have always loved summers out in the country. They spent their days swimming in the river, attending the state fair, running across acres of land, and riding their bikes down dirt roads. So many of their core memories were made during these summer trips, the change of pace allowing them to unwind and relax.
But, as the boys grew older, they began practicing less innocent hobbies. Days playing in the sun were replaced with long, drunk nights at local bars. They danced with attractive people, got into bar fights, and most importantly, they traded in their bikes for mechanical bulls.
Nick and Chris were experts on the mechanical bull, easily outlasting everyone else, but everyone knew that they were just the warmup. The real show started once Matt mounted that bull, his firm grip on the leather rope enough to hold him for longer than anyone else. He had an unmatched strength that helped him too, and he quickly became cocky about it.
Crowds of drunk people would gather just to watch Matt, cheering him on with each passing minute. They would bet on how long heâd last, each time surprised that he was able to hang on for so long. The mechanical bull thrashed and bucked, but Mattâs firm grip held him steadily in place.
No one could ever outlast Matt, until you came along at least. Unlike Matt, you werenât a city transplant. No, you were born and raised in the country, spending more than just summers doing manual labor. So, where he had natural strength, you had muscles built from years of hard work. There was also another distinguishable difference; he was bull riding as a serious hobby, but you were only doing it for fun.
Bull riding is a past time youâve practiced your whole life, you didnât see the point in showing off, but the second you mounted that bull and beat Mattâs time, he couldnât help but feel like you were. It felt like you were kicking dirt in his face.
Matt, Nick, and Chris watch from the bar. Theyâre sitting on the stools, facing the crowd that has piled up around you. The conductor, who sits just behind the bull setup, is jolting the remote aggressively from side to side, but no matter how hard he tries he canât knock you off. Matt feels the jealousy stir in his stomach as the crowd cheers for you, they were only supposed to cheer for him!
âWho the fuck is that?â Matt grumbles mostly to his brothers, but loud enough for the bartender to hear.
Nick and Chris shrug, how were they supposed to know who you were? Chris calls the bartender over with a tilt of his head, silently ordering three beers with his hands.
The bartender immediately fills up three glasses, the alcohol fizzing and frothing at the top. âThatâs Y/n⊠Her dad owns the mill on the outskirts of town, biggest flour company in the west. I heard they made enough money to buy another ranch last year⊠Shit, they own just about every business this side of town. Pretty sure they own this damn bar,â the bartender chimes in his deep country accent catching the boys off guard as he slides the glasses to them.
Matt, whoâs leaning against the bar counter, crooks his neck to look at the bartender, looking him up and down before quickly averting his gaze back to you.
Matt canât believe anyone could ever outlast his record time of 10 minutes, but as he watches the clock he notices that you were nearing 15. âSheâs fucking beating you, dude,â Chris laughs, taking a sip of his beer before slapping Mattâs chest enthusiastically. The neon clock numbers are taunting Matt, causing him to clench his jaw as his pride gets the best of him.
His whole shtick was that he was the city boy who easily outlasted all these country kids, what good did that do if he was beat by a girl?
The mechanical bull thrashes violently as the conductor tries knocking you off, but youâre using your momentum to push you past the 15 minute mark. You donât even look like youâre struggling either, a big smile plastered on your face as you grip onto the leather rope with one hand and your hat with the other. Everyone is watching excitedly, suddenly erupting into a loud cheer as you create a new record.
âIâve never seen anyone last that long,â Nick comments, a look of awe and shock on his face. âThen you must not be from âround here. That girl is a natural on that thing, she wins the bull riding contest at the state fair every year,â the bartender replies, butting into the conversation once again before shaking his head and walking away.
Matt waits until heâs out of earshot to say, âWhat the fuck does that mean? âYou must not be from âround here?ââ He puts on a dramatic, exaggerated country accent as he says the last part, an annoyed look written all over his face.
Youâre standing on the bull now, riding it like a surfer rides a wave. The crowd is going crazy, cheering you on as you continue putting on a show. A smile is spread across your face as you gently sit back down, laying on your back and propping your feet on the horns, your hands weaved between your thighs as you hold onto the leather rope. Everything about your performance was effortless, and it angered Matt.
Matt decides heâs seen enough when you throw both legs to one side, casually holding yourself up with your hands on either side of your hips. He snatches his beer from the bar violently, practically chugging it before throwing it back in the counter. He sucks in through his teeth shortly after at the strong sensation, following it with a burp before throwing his hat back on and stomping over to the crowd.
âIâll show you who ainât from âround here,â Matt mutters, pushing his way through the crowd until heâs directly in front of the inflatable foundation of the bull machine. You walk right past him as you dismount, making brief eye contact as you drunkenly giggle and laugh your way to your friends. He watches as you stumble, dizzy steps guiding you through the crowd. For some reason this only further upsets Matt, causing him to mount the bull haphazardly.
He sends the conductor a look, signifying that heâs ready to start, before gripping the leather rope so tightly that his knuckles turn white. The machine starts off slowly, rocking back and forth at a pace that gives Matt enough time to properly adjust himself.
But, before he knows it, the bull is gyrating, twisting, and turning so aggressively that heâs struggling to hold on. Mattâs mind is racing with thoughts, the fear of embarrassment causing the anxiety to build up. It feels like the conductor is purposefully trying to knock him off with enough force to hurt him, and it doesnât help that no one in the crowd is cheering.
After the show you just gave, Mattâs performance was sub par in comparison. He was stiff as a board from the nerves, making it harder to keep his balance. By this point his his hat flew off, bouncing on the inflatable floor beneath him, and he was holding onto the rope for dear life.
âLook at this guy, showing off because he got beat by a girl,â someone snickers from the crowd, the comment being followed by a roar of laughter. Thatâs when the conductor bucks the machine forward, quickly knocking Matt onto his stomach before pulling the remote and forcing Matt to straighten his back to stay mounted.
Just as heâs gaining confidence in himself, the bull tilts to the right sharply enough to send Matt flying. The inflatable cushion beneath him does nothing to break his fall, the sheer force at which he was thrown being enough to break his arm. The crowd immediately groans as they watch Mattâs body ricochet when it comes in contact with the edge of the ring.
You were facing away from the crowd, engaged in a conversation with your friends, but as soon as you hear the crowd groaning and yelling you turn towards the scene. Matt is laying on the ground, clutching his arm as he tries to breathe through the pain. Everyone watches, but nobody helps, they just stand there either laughing or wincing at the idea of being in that much pain.
âMove!â you exclaim, pushing your way through the crowd and immediately walking into the ring. The spongy ground makes it harder to walk to Matt, whoâs looking at you with wide eyes. This was the most embarrassing moment of his life.
You crouch in front of him, using all your force to pull him up from the ground while still being careful not to hurt him.
He lets you pick him up and guide him to a secluded area. His cheeks are burning hot with embarrassment and his eyes sting, the tears threatening to spill from the build up of anxiety and pain.
But he sucks it up and follows you, avoiding everyoneâs wandering eyes.
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âIt donât look broken, just sprained,â you comment, wrapping a bandage around Mattâs limp wrist. He hums in response, avoiding eye contact with you and you canât figure out why.
âSorry if Iâm oversteppinâ. just thought you could use some help,â your country accent is thick, and for the first time since the night started Matt isnât completely jealous of you. Heâs silently grateful that you evacuated him from the embarrassing situation, immediately feeling guilt for trying to one up you and show off.
âThank you,â he murmurs, wincing as you accidentally pull his wrist. Once the pain subsides he continues, âyou were pretty great out there.â The compliment hurts his ego, but youâre being so kind to him that he puts his own jealousies to the side. Mattâs sitting on a bar stool, the both of you in a secluded corner of the bar as you continue tending to his injury.
âThanks, werenât too bad yourself,â you offer him a genuine smile, gently placing his arm onto his lap. It was evident, just by looking at him, that Matt wasnât from here and that made him more alluring. You stand in between his legs, the close proximity building a tension that neither of you know what to do with.
âCan I be honest?â he asks, once again avoiding eye contact and looking into the distance. His eyes train on the mechanical bull, watching as someone else takes a turn on it. You hum in response, trying to move in front of his line of vision to catch his attention.
âI only got on that bull because I was jealous.â
âJealous?â His statement caught you off guard, what did he have to be jealous of?
âYeah, jealous. It sounds childish, but I really wanted to beat your time⊠all I ended up with was a sprained wrist,â he chuckles, fiddling with his fingers. If he wasnât being so vulnerable, and if he wasnât injured, you mightâve gotten upset.
âWell, Iâve seen you ride before. Youâre better than everyone here,â you reply, trying to keep the conversation uplifting.
âNot better than you.â
âYeah, not better than me,â you reply seriously, waiting for him to face you before smiling. âIâm kidding,â you laugh, punching his shoulder slightly. He winces before joining you with a chuckle.
âDonât worry. I can teach you a few moves,â you continue, your eyes wrinkling from how hard you were smiling. Mattâs smiling too, he felt silly for feeling jealous earlier.
âIâd like that,â he chuckles, opening his legs wider for you to scoot in closer. You take the invitation, your hats bumping together slightly. The smile on your face is engulfed by Mattâs lips as he moves in for a kiss, his uninjured wrist resting on your waist.
âEasy there, cowboy,â you murmur as you feel his hands inch down towards your ass. He laughs in response, going in for another kiss.
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My Hand and You
Stina Blackstenius x Reader ; Katie McCabe x Reader (platonic)
Summary: You woke up with a feeling of indiscernible dread, indiscernible, that is, until your match with Man City.
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings â ïž: injury description
A/N: I'm in my stina era lol - this can be read as a sort of companion to my other stina piece, but its not necessary to read to understand. As usual my work is not meant to depict or speculate on players personal lives!
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You had a bad feeling about the day ahead the second you woke up.
The London air hung heavy outside of your window, the heat bearing down on you already. The other side of the bed was empty. Your girlfriend had flown in last night from Stockholm. You hadnât seen her in nearly two weeks since sheâd been back in Sweden to see her family during the break. You couldâve gone home to Germany, but opted to stay in London and train a bit more before your next game. It was a big one, and you still didn't feel that you were in good form. Katie had invited you over a couple times before she went to Ireland, but mostly youâd been alone.
Stina was worried, you knew. You got lonely easily, something you never had been able to grow out of no matter how old you were. Your sister joked occasionally that you had no object permanence, like a baby. When you couldnât see anyone for a while, it was as if you were totally alone in the world.
So Stina had been texting often, and you had tried to call every other day. But she could tell you were still down. Especially when you hadnât accepted her offer to stay the night when she landed. Your apartment was considerably farther from the airport than hers, and you knew she needed as much sleep as possible. You told yourself accepting would be selfish. You would see her in the morning.
Your second alarm went off, demanding you get out of bed. You pushed open the window and ran a brush through your hair, wishing youâd slept better. It didnât take long to wash your face and pull your hair back in an updo. You had half an hour before you had to leave, and you spent most of it cleaning up your apartment for when Stina came over later. You were never really all that hungry early in the dayâsomething your girlfriend and your coach admonished you forâso you decided just to have a cup of tea and a yogurt before throwing on your kit and heading out.
Practice was supposed to be light that day. You had a game against Man City that night, and there was no point in any injuries before any of you got into the stadium. You took the tube instead of your car, preferring the time to think with your headphones on instead of focusing on the morning traffic.
âHey!â Katie wrapped you in a tight hug as you strolled into the locker room. You two were the only ones in so far, which was unusual. More often you two were the last ones to arrive. You returned her embrace, for some reason nearly on the verge of tears as she patted your back. Maybe the weeks alone had done more to your mood than you thought.
âHow you feeling?â She asked, pulling her cleats out of her bag to lace them up.
You shrugged.
âFine. Not much to report.â You chuckled, but it came out a bit hollow.
Katie looked like she was about to press the subject, but then in strolled a few of your other teammates, giving you a chance to slip out onto the field and begin stretching.
The sun was beating down on your back and you were sweating within minutes of starting your warm ups. Jonas seemed impressed at how early you were on the pitch, and the two of you joked a bit before he sent you off to pair up with Lia.
You liked the Swiss girl plenty. She was probably one of the nicest people youâd ever met, which meant of course she pulled you aside a few minutes into your warmup to ask if you were feeling okay. You explained that you hadnât slept well last night, and she seemed to let it go and return to your drills.
You were so distracted you nearly missed Stina walking out onto the pitch.
She gave you a wave and a bright smile, and you wished you could run over and give her a kiss. But the two of you were keeping things secret(ish) for now. It wasnât that you didnât want your teammates to know, but for now it just felt more secure to keep things private. Stina was so reserved anyway, and you werenât one to thrust your private life into the spotlight either. It was moments like these though where you knew being in the open would be easier. Then nobody would question why your eyes went to her every time she was on the field, or why you ran to her first when things went south.
Your sour mood alleviated slightly as you went through your drills and practiced your set pieces. You got to work with Stina and Katie in some stroke of dumb luck, and you always enjoyed watching your girlfriend shoot. Before you knew it, it was afternoon and time to eat, shower, and get on the bus for the match.
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By the time you had arrived at the stadium, the game loomed heavily in your mind. You werenât sure why. Usually you were overjoyed at the prospect of getting out in front of the fans and playing the sport you loved so much. But tonight you dreaded seeing your name in the starting nine. Sure enough though, there you were.
Stina sat with you in the locker room as the team prepped for the match. Katie, who was captaining tonight, gathered everyone together to say a few words and encourage you all before you went on the field. You sent her a smile and a thumbs up as people started filtering out into the tunnel, but you stayed behind to triple check your lacesâa ritual you had to do before each game. Stina remained next to you quietly, letting you finish before she put a hand on your neck softly and pulled you close.
You cherished moments like this. They came so little when you were out in public together that you had to. Her fingers played with the wisps of hair at the nape of your neck and you could practically feel the concern rolling off of her in waves.
âWill you tell me whatâs wrong tonight? Can we talk about it?â
You nodded, not wanting to hide anything from her.
âDonât worry, itâs nothing serious. Iâm justâŠâ you werenât sure how to describe it.
Stina placed a kiss on your knuckles and nodded.
âCome on, theyâre gonna start wondering where we are.â
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The first half was relatively uneventful. Alessia and Gio both scored, putting you in a good position by the time half was called. And you had played well, assisting Gio's goal. Your passes were strong. It was only your head that was the problem. Something was still nagging at you. Some intuition that told you something back was going to happen. Viv felt like that sometimes, youâd heard, and Beth told her not to pay attention to it. If you spent all your time worrying about what-ifs, you would never set foot on the pitch again.
So you tried to put your worries out of your mind. Stina sat next to you on the bench at half, discreetly holding your hand and rubbing her thumb across your skin. You knew the girls could tell you were off, and Jonas even asked if you needed to be subbed off. You assured him that no, you absolutely did not need to be subbed off. Your playing certainly wasnât suffering, so why should you be asked to sit out?
You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, remembering what your therapist had recommended when you felt untethered. This wasnât exactly like that, but you figured that it would help either way. That and the feeling of Stina so close to you, worrying and ready to jump to your defense at any moment, eased the feeling a bit. For the moment anyway.
Once the break was over and everyone was resuming their positions on the field, you felt the dread return. It moved through you like ice cold water. It was like being on a roller coaster, the drop of your stomach for no reason. But you swallowed the anxiety and pushed forward. Running for the ball, seeing your teammates out maneuver and best the Man City players brought a smile to your face. You loved this team, these girls.
The game was nearly over, the score 2-1 Arsenal with a win in sight, when everything went downhill.
Morgan was locked on you. You couldnât take more than a few steps without her trailing you, and it was starting to piss you off. Finally, you got the chance to break away thanks to a great pass from Pelova that had you racing down the right side of the pitch so you could set up one of the forwards. Your adrenaline was pumping, the sound of the fans screaming filled your ears, you didnât even have time to think as your body took over, pushing the ball forward in front of you and running as fast as you could.
You saw your chance with a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of your eye. Stina was coming up the middle, nearly unguarded. You shot the ball towards her, barely getting a chance to see her beautiful goal as you felt the weight of another player slam into you. For a split second, you werenât worried. A late tackle wasnât all that uncommon, and the player had just been trying to block the pass. But then you hear a crunch, and excruciating pain rippled upwards from your ankle. Immediately you went down, a scream forcing its way out of your mouth before you could even think of stopping it. You couldnât really seem to think of anything except the pain. The cheers from the fans continued, your scream likely not as loud as you thought it had been.
The defender popped back up, and you caught a glimpse of her horrified face as she looked down at you. You didnât even want to try to move, much less get up. The stadium seemed to quiet, and you werenât sure if it was the pain blocking your senses as you went into shock, or reality. You rolled over onto your side, curling in on yourself to try and lessen the pain. You pressed your face into the grass, trying desperately not to cry. You knew the cameras would be on you any second, and you would rather nobody witness what youâd been reduced to.
A shaking hand picked up yours and held it tightly. You tried to open your eyes to see who it was, greeted by the sight of your girlfriendâs worried face looking down at you.
âStinaâŠâ you whimpered.
She bit her lip and looked upwards, clearly trying not to cry as well as she heard the pain in your voice.
âStina, I think itâs broken.â
You were crying now, trying to hide your face with your intertwined hands.
Stina had seen you go down just a split second after her goal. Caitlin had quickly jumped up to give her a hug, obscuring you from her view for a few seconds as she waited for you to pop back up. But you were still on the ground once Caitlin had let go, and you were still there after the defender got up and offered you her hand. It was then that she realized you werenât going to get up, that perhaps you couldnât. Then nothing else mattered. She started off towards you, all giddiness from her goal gone and replaced with dread. She thought about your mood all day, about how youâd been drifting away for the past two weeks, and now this. Stina rushed past everyone, running as fast as she ever had until she could get on the ground next to you.
The sight of you broke her heart. You hardly seemed to know what was going on, but tear tracks were evident on your face. Stina risked a glance at your ankle, which was swelling and bloody. Clearly the defender had caught it with her studs first before the two of you went down. White-hot rage coursed through Stinaâs chest unlike she could ever remember feeling. But Katie was already doing more than enough to scream at the defender, and you needed her.
âItâs okay Ă€lskling,â She stroked your hair with her free hand, âeverything is going to be okay.â
The medics were on their way over, a stretcher in hand. Stina had to bite her lip once more at the implication of it. You didnât deserve this.
Before the medics arrived a blue kit appeared in Stinaâs line of sight: it was the defender, coming back to see if you were all right. She looked genuinely upset, clearly having not intended your injury. But it didnât matter. The defender leaned down to put a hand on your shoulder before Stina batted it away, snapping at her to get away. The Man City player looked sufficiently scared off, particularly since Stina was known for her calm demeanor.
The medics suddenly swarmed, rolling you over onto your back carefully and beginning to assess your ankle. Your face scrunched up in pain, a few more tears leaking out as they gently prodded at your injury. Stina let you squeeze her hand as hard as you needed, gritting her teeth when the medics began cleaning the bloody cuts.
Apparently theyâd been asking Stina to back up so they could lift you, though she couldnât hear a word.
âCome on, Stina, weâve got to let them work.â
Katieâs hand came to rest on her shoulder, pulling her back gently.
âI canâtâIâm not letting her go off alone.â
âI know, I know.â Katie nodded, âBut theyâve got to put her on the stretcher, hun.â
Stina let go of your hand and back up a step or two, still keeping an eye on you. She heard Amanda arrive behind her, speaking to her in Swedish quickly. But Stina didnât replyâall she had the energy for was making sure you were okay.
âOkay, everyone give us some space!â The medics called, lifting the stretcher and beginning to move you. You moved your head slightly, searching for Stinaâs eyes one last time before you left the field. She met your gaze, eyes teary, and quickly pursed her lips in a kiss. You tried to give her a smile, hoping desperately that this was not as bad as you thought it was.
Once you were off the field the players milled around, unsure what to do. There were still a few minutes on the clock, though nobody seemed enthused about continuing. Stina in particular, hadnât moved from her spot, Amanda rubbing her back. Everyone knew how close the two of you wereâwell not quite how closeâbut it wasnât all that surprising how intensely Stina reacted. She looked lost, plain and simple.
âShe needs to be subbed off.â Katie said to Jonas quietly, pointing to Stina. Not that he needed the guidance, it was fairly obvious that the forward was going to be of no use to the team for the next few minutes.
Jonas gestured for Stina to come off and she did without protest. All she really wanted to do was follow you to the medical rooms. Katie opened her arms for Stina, letting the taller blonde fall against her and bury her face in Katieâs neck.
âSheâs gonna be alright, Stina. Donât you worry.â
Stina nodded against her skin, trying to pull herself together.
âWhy donât you go check on her in the med room?â Jonas suggested, giving Stina a firm pat on the shoulder. âWe can hold it down here for the next few minutes.â He flashed her a reassuring smile.
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You were sure your ankle was broken. There was no denying that. But fuck, you hadnât imagined it hurting this bad.
You had come to a bit more after the shock wore off, all of the pain of your injury rushing into your chest at full force. The medics were doing their best to be gentle you knew, and the poor woman doing your stitches was having a hell of a time with all your twitching. Your ankle was the size of a fist, it was some miracle that they were even able to get your boot off. After they had cleaned up the blood on your skin it was clear you would need a couple stitches before they sent you to the hospital for x-rays.
You were pulled out of your head by a commotion outside the door, after which your girlfriend burst into the room. You felt like you might cry all over again, so relieved by the sight of her. She looked frazzled, eyes wide, still in her kit and sweaty from the game. You reached out a hand for her. Wanting her as close as possible.
One of the nurses stood up to tell her off, but the look in your eyes must have made her take pity on you because she just sighed and let Stina come closer.
âOh Ă€lsklingâŠâ she brought a hand up to your hair and stroked your forehead. âTut es sehr weh?â She asked you in German, wanting to keep the conversation private. In that moment you appreciated her ability to pick up what you were saying so quickly more than you ever had before.
You nodded. It did hurt, a lot. It felt like your entire leg was on fire every time someone so much as brushed against it.
âIâm going to start stitching the last cut, itâs the deepest so itâs going to take a little longer.â The medic told you. You gave a half hearted thumbs up in response, preparing yourself for the incoming pain. Stina readjusted her hand around yours.
âJust squeeze my hand. Iâm here. Allt Ă€r okej, alles gut.â She pressed her forehead to yours softly, flashing you a smile.
You grimaced as they began. It took all of your willpower not to kick the medic away. It hurt too much to bear. Your eyes were closed and you just tried to focus on Stinaâs soft wordsâa mixture of English, Swedish, and Germanâand her hand in yours.
Stina could hardly keep looking at you. Silent tears streamed down her face, finally let free after the stress of the past twenty minutes. She hated seeing you in so much pain, wanted to take it all from you desperately. She gladly wouldâve switched positions with you, sure that a broken bone would hurt less than seeing you try not to scream in pain before her.
âAll right, thatâs it.â The medic assured you after what felt like a lifetime. You were sure Stinaâs hand would be sore tomorrow, something you were going to have to apologize for.
âWeâre going to take her to the hospital and have some scans done, but itâs my bet that the ankle is broken,â the medic spoke to Stina, âyou can come, but youâre going to have to wait in the waiting room. You canât come in with her.â
âOkay.â Stina said, her voice firm. The medic turned and left the room, leaving the two of you alone.
âStina,â you whimpered for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Never did Stina think her heart would hurt at the sound of her name coming out of your mouth. âIf itâs broken Iâll be out for months. Iâll miss half the season.â
Stina kissed your hand, pressing it to her chest.
âWhatever happens, Iâm here. Iâm here for you whether youâre playing or not. You arenât going to have to do this alone, you hear me? Iâm gonna be in the waiting room every time.â
A few tears leaked out of the corner of your eye and you nodded, feeling a bit more like the world wasnât about to end. Or if it was, at least youâd be by her side.
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Language Goals 2025
As I said in my last post, I'm slowly getting better at figuring out how to set goals which both push me out of my comfort zone and which actually orient me towards what I'm trying to do. This year my main goal is to just remember how to be a learner again; I feel like recently I've gotten a little too in-my-head about how I need to be perfect before I speak, and actually this tends to be a problem I have in general - I won't talk to people unless I feel like I can talk perfectly, but that's not how you learn. I'm also trying to get better at setting reasonable timelines for what it takes to get to a particular level of language, which I have a better feel for at this point, and taking into account how much time I'm spending on the language every day (it shouldn't feel overwhelming if it's supposed to be a brief warmup). With these in mind, here are my goals for the year:
CATALAN
This year, I really want to speak Catalan with more people. That's the bottom line. I'm at a level where I need to be doing language immersion, and that means not being shy about not knowing how to say things or starting off the conversation wrong or any number of things (this historically has been less of a problem for Catalan with me, but for some reason I was absolutely taken out last summer and essentially went partially mute from social anxiety, so we're going to find out what was up with that and try to coax me away from it). I also want to learn to speak the Valencian dialect of Catalan better, and hopefully I'll get the chance to do that!
I'm planning to continue my reading challenge as well, but I'm going to make a separate post about that.
BASQUE
I want to improve my Basque vocabulary, and also my listening comprehension skills. I want to finish Eskamak kentzen and also watch/listen to more things in Basque. I think I just need a whole bunch of audio input - I know a lot of the words, but it's still very hard for me to parse them in speech. In order to improve my vocabulary, I want to do a quick vocab review every day when I get to the library, before I start my work. That way, I'll have a constant, easy, long-term exposure to a wider variety of words, and hopefully after a few months I'll start remembering some!
WELSH
I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with Welsh this year - I feel a bit directionless with it, so I might put it on pause until it feels like the right time to take it up again. But I'd also like to get more listening and vocabulary practice - I can understand large portions song lyrics without looking them up, which is a huge step forward for me. If watching Rownd a Rownd seems like the vibe, I might try to take that up again. We'll see, this one is more open.
MALAYALAM
Mostly, my goal with Malayalam is just to keep taking class, but also I'd really like to get over my fear of speaking. I struggle to pronounce a lot of the letters, and I don't know a lot of words, but if I work on these, I think I'd feel more confident. (I do also just need to feel okay with looking like a fool, though.) By the end of the year, I hope I'm able to have conversations in class or with my family without wavering too much, even if I forget something or mess up the pronunciation.
OTHER LANGUAGES
One main thing I want to work on is learning how to learn a small amount of a language but still being able to use it with people. There are a few different languages which I've wanted to learn for a while but haven't had the time - I'm hoping that maybe I can work up the courage to learn a few phrases, talk to someone, and perhaps learn a thing or two. This is very open-ended, but it's more a challenge for me to expand my comfort zone.
Aaaand that's a wrap! Here's to 2025 being a good year for languages, at least!
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Men's Hockey (RPF) fanfiction recs:
Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk [Part 2]
"wondering how many times can a heart melt" đ (E) by slowboat | 2,551 | Wet lips parted, neck pink from beard burn. Head thrown back into the pillow but still watching Leon from under half-closed lids like Leonâs the Second Coming of Christ, like itâs detrimental for Matthew to keep his eyes on him, like he, too, is desperately trying to commit the view to memory.
"wrong when it's right" đ (E) by daisysusan | 8,172 | Leon is drunk. Whichâglancing around the locker roomâplenty of guys arenât sober, and for that matter Matthew isnât either, but Leon is among the drunkest. Maybe the drunkest. Not sloppy, really, but itâs obvious in his loose movements and the way he smiles. And to think, Matthew thought he was going to forget how much he knew about Leonâs body.
"linger" đ (E) by bropunzeling | 71,255 | Matthew doesnât fuck people who hate him, and he doesnât fuck hockey players, and he doesnât fuck alphas. He definitely doesn't fuck alphas when he's in heat. Except for, apparently, Leon Draisaitl.
"punch-drunk" đ (E) by isozym | 3,142 | âMaybe I have a big secret crush on you,â Matthew says with a smile. âOn pace for a hundred and forty points, so hot.â âBullshit,â Leon snorts. His hand drops lower and squeezes Matthewâs ass. âYou got me,â Matthew says. âI looked at you and figured your dick was big and uncut and would fit good in the back of my throat.â
"press my head between your shoulder blades" đ (E) by puckthisshift | 13,559 | Leon brings a boy home to Mallorca with him. It was supposed to be some cross between a sexcation and a romantic getaway. Somehow, it turns out better. And more embarrassing for... mostly for Leon.
"Stud" đ (E) by the_pole_position | 959 | "What the fuck?" Brady said, looking over at him in concern. Then, once he spotted Matthew's flaming cheeks, suspicion. "What did you do." It wasn't even a question that he'd done something, which was fair.
"dim the lights and think of you" đ (E) by allthatsings | 2,039 | âCome home with me.â âWhat?â Itâs warmups and Matthew Tkachuk is leering at Leon from the other side of the red line.
"the first law of motion" đ (E) by bropunzeling | 5,568 | Matthew finishes brushing his teeth and spits in the sink. From this close, he smells like sweat, sex, the mint of his toothpaste. âIâm gonna shower too,â he says, reaching for the waistband of the basketball shorts he put on just to come in here, like Leon wasnât riding his cock half an hour ago. âYou staying?â Itâs a rhetorical question. Even so, Leon wonders what would happen if he gave the wrong answer.
"your temporary touch" đ (E) by bropunzeling | 5,462 | Leon didn't even want to go to Florida.
"contact high" đ (E) by bropunzeling | 10,065 | So, something is wrong with him. Obviously. Leonâs never heard of anything like this, of feeling overheated and overwhelmed and out of control over your own body. Matthew touching him seems to fix it, though. If Leon were in his right mind, heâd hate that.
"Odour" đ (E) by CoffeeHound91 | 32,201 | Matthew is a Null. He thinks that makes him nothing. Leon disagrees.
"i don't speak german but i can if you like" đ (E) by wheelsnipecellysboys | 3,355 | âIch spreche kein Englisch, du trottel.â âWoah,â Matthew says unintelligently, putting his hands up in surrender. âHoly shit, what is that? German? Swedish? Fuck.â He slides his martini glass away and grabs the one that this man had bought him, fingers picking at the olives again. âThatâs hot.â
"Crowd Pleaser" đ (E) by Helenish | 3,662 | âBest you ever had,â Matthew said once, because he was a dick.
"Wildcard" đ (E) by wearemany | 21,124 | âAnything this guy wants,â he yells, tilting his head towards Draisaitl, âIâm buying.â
"roughed up in the afterglow" đ (E) by notthequiettype | 5,553 | "Fuck," Matthew says, and laughs again, a dry nothing of a sound. "Why is this so awkward?" "I don't know," Leon says, and lets his shoulders drop, shoves his knuckle into his eye. "Jesus."
"follow you down" đ (M) by foundfamily | 11,739 | âWhoâs looking after you?â Leon bristles. âNobody. Iâm a grown man.â âI could come out for a few days.â Leon waits for the punchline, sure he must be joking, but Matthew stays quiet, lets the offer linger.
"static" đ (E) by bropunzeling | 1,392 | It all happens on autopilot: punching in an address into Uber, sliding into a backseat, walking over a threshold. One minute he was on the ice, watching the puck go into an empty net as Matthew yanked on his stick, holding him back; the next he was here, standing in Matthewâs bedroom, goosebumps dotting his skin. Even in Florida, he's cold.
"pull me closer (we ain't ever getting older)" đ (E) by ohtempora | 11,503 | Here's what Leon knows about Matthew Tkachuk: He's annoying to play against, especially for a freshman. Especially for a true freshman. He got in a shoving match in an exhibition game against Acadia. He's top on his team in points, and he's going to be a top-ten pick in the upcoming draft. Doesnât help that he plays for Leonâs biggest rival. His name is getting thrown around for Hobey contention, and Leon canât take some freshman winning the award he's wanted two years running.
"push-pull" đ (E) by bropunzeling | 2,765 | Matthew canât help glancing at Leonâs thumb, at the path it's tracing as it dips under the hem of his sleeve. Itâs a casually possessive gesture, staking out a square inch of territory. It puts him in mind of two months ago, when they were sitting on the couch at Leonâs place, drinking the beers Leon offered before they got down to the reason Matthew was there; Leonâs arm had draped over the back of the couch, his fingers resting in the notch of Matthewâs shoulder in a way they had never done before, and Matthew had sat there, fist choking the neck of his beer bottle as he tried not to go crazy from wanting to pull away from it. From wanting more of it.
"Bad Habit" đ (M) by ClaraxBarton | 2,295 | Matthew was angry, horny and lonely. Not a great combination in his hometown, during an event that threw an even bigger spotlight on him than usual in a town that was absolutely a hockey town, no matter what people wanted to say. So, his usual go-to for getting rid of the angry, horny, lonely feelings - hooking up with a stranger - was problematic in a lot of ways. Not the least of which was finding the time between all of the everything he had to do.
"Bloodletting" đ (M) by Helenish | 3,781 | Theyâd been happy. Theyâd won a lot of hockey games together.
"make this bed get squeaky" đ (E) by puckthisshift | 8,674 | The Oilers win their series against the Flames and Leon feels like he deserves a reward. Showing up at Tkachukâs house for a booty call feels like the natural next step.
"Opposite of Nothing" (E) by angry_geno_is_score | 10,393 | âHey,â Tkachuk calls across the red line during warm-ups, the night before the first of three exhibition games Calgary and Edmonton will play against each other in the next couple weeks. âWanna fuck?â Leon knew he was asking for it by skating so close to the Calgary side of the ice. âWhat?â he demands, ice spraying as he skids to a stop so he can turn to face Tkachuk fully.
"call it what you want" đ (M) by fannyann | 13,034 | When Matthew sees the photos, he laughs about the timing until he cries. Itâs the morning the Oilers are set to play the Blues and he should probably be angry or panicked or appalled that someone would violate their privacy like this. But mostly, Matthewâs just disappointed he couldnât even be outed with a guy who kept his word.
"lift your hearts to the horizon" đ (M) by puckthisshift | 14,583 | In which Matthew slut-shames Leonâs wandering heart, Leon makes declarations like the romance novel hero he is, and we ignore the rules of physics in favor of magic.
"broken glass" đ (E) by dilangley | 13,794 | âSo itâs going to be like that,â Leon said, a statement, not a question. He had thought otherwise; after all, the ranks of wolves in professional hockey was small, a brotherhood spanning across organizations in allegiance deeper than team colors. âI canât make exceptions. Not even for Leon Draisaitl.â
"cartography of light and undead" đ (M) by lighthousetowers | 22,582 | Two consenting adult vampires beat each other up in a St. Louis back alley, until they don't. This? Is a love story.
"malt" đ (E) by unsay | 4,044 | "It's nice to meet you. I have heard many good things,â Barkov says, diplomatically, while they both try to pretend that his closest acquaintance with Leon to date hasnât been by way of the scratches down Matthewâs back.
"last dress rehearsal" đ (E) by unsay | 3,257 | âNah, câmon, I think itâs cute,â Matthew says. Leon feels the back of his neck go hot. âYouâre, like, really trying to get yourself wifed up here.â
"better than before" đ (E) by bropunzeling | 4,704 | "Well,â Matthew says, once he can get his breath back. âThat was alright.â Next to him, the sheets rustle. Matthew turns his head to the side and watches Leon push himself up on one elbow. Thereâs a wrinkle right between his eyebrows. âAlright,â he repeats slowly.
"feeling all hell" đ (M) by litaf1101 | 7,405 | Leon and Matthew are doing a terrible job at being exes.
"never get far" đ (E) by ohtempora | 4,110 | After the Flames get bounced from the playoffs, Matthew gets off the ice, gets about twenty minutes to be pissed off in the locker room, grits his way through his media availability, and gets the call. When Draisaitl walks into the room, Matthew honestly doesn't know which one of them is more surprised.
"plans in a warmer town" đ (M) by ohtempora | 2,057 | When you consider how strongly the odds were stacked against them, Matthew has no idea how they pulled this off.
"brakeless" đ (E) by ohtempora | 8,117 | Whatever is linking them togetherâbiology or lust or something bigger, something Matthew canât begin to understandâfalls into place. Matthew says, âThis isnât supposed to happen.â
"catch me, I'm falling" đ (E) by puckthisshift | 9,852 | Matthew wakes up alone and confused the morning after saying Red to his one-night stand. Heâs planning on going right to Biosteel Camp, but someone demands to take care of him.
"rough dream?" đ (M) by reticent | 7,248 | âWould you believe me if I said I was in, like, a Groundhog Day kind of situation?â Matthew sounds strangely serious. Which Leon doesnât really understand, because Matthewâs not stupid, and: âTime loops donât exist.â
"in from the cold" đ (E) by yourblues | 4,654 | Matthew says, âLove what youâve done with the place.â This is a joke. The joke is that Leonâs house in Edmonton looks exactly the same as it did the last time he was here, which was almost two years ago, when Matthew was still property of the Calgary Flames.
"one-off" đ (E) by thelightwithout | 564 | so the thing is that, when it happens, itâs not really supposed to be anything.
"the sweetest dream would never do" đ (E) by NoodleE | 1,255 | Itâs not the first time a guy whose nose Matthew wants to break has shown up in a sex dream â not that Matthew wants to break his nose right now anyways. Heâs enjoying this way too much.
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"act like I don't care what you did" đ (E) by puckthisshift | 6,399 | Matthew had grabbed Draisaitlâs thigh mostly by accident, but he wasnât going to let that asshole know about that. But after making some promises, he finagles a bid for the winnerâs room so he can deliver. And then some. How else is a guy supposed to get an apology out of Draisaitl?
"barons" đ (M) by dilangley | 42,768 | Matthew Tkachuk coaches Leon Draisaitl and Trevor Zegras for the NHLâs newest expansion.
More to be added.
#fanfiction#fan fiction#fanfic#fic recs#ao3#mens hockey rpf#mattdrai#leon draisaitl x matthew tkachuk#leon x matthew
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Thursday, 12 September, 2024.
The weather was supposed to be cool with a chance of rain. The weather cooperated by stopping the rain just in time for our workout.
Dr. Allison Strnad, a longtime friend of LHCF, volunteered to be your Coach.
Warmup
Using Light Bands
4 Rounds
10 Shoulder Dislocates
10 Thrusters
Strength
Ground To Overheads.....2 / 2 / 2 / 2 / 2 / 2
Progress Weight Gradually
Shane=205.....Armando=180.....Chase=175.....Tom=105.....Britt=85 Sue=80.....Shannon=70 Allison/Linda/Coach/Angel/Nathan=whatever..........Sammy D came in street clothes.
WOD
Hero WOD "Alexander" Plus
Partnered
5 Rounds For Time
( 135 / 95 / 65 )
31 Back Squats
12 Power Cleans
And Last, on The Clock Together
Run 800 / Row-Ski 1000 / Bike 2000m
SCORE..........Time
Armando/Nathan=14:52.....Chase**/Shane**=16:04.....Linda=16:50 Sue=17:10.....Shannon/Angel=19:05.....Britt=19:53.....Tom=21:00..... Allison=Coached, commenting that our girls did the exercises better than our boys. True.
Notes:
The LHCF Traditional Thursday Wine And Snacks Followed.
Our only snack bringer was Sue with carrots and hummus. All our other snack-cooks were absent, mostly out of town and sorely missed.
On the other hand, bottles of wines were here in excess, and we had a few left over.
Why Sammy D. was here is hard to imagine, since he neither ate nor drank. I think he just missed seeing some of us.
The weather was PERFECT.
Saturday at 0930.
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What type of Tiktoks would 4town make in a modern au:
Robaire: He love to film the other guys in their daily life. Feeding the 4townies so much 4town content, They're so spoiled by now. Whenever it's right before they go up on stage doing warmups and silly things, The things being mostly T. At their own home, when they're randomly drumming and singing another song or just messing around with the boys. He'll also film his teases on his childhood friend, Z. Once there's concerts or events happening, he'll make sure to update the 4townies. He'll also do some smooth ah runs which makes the 4townies go crazy in the comments for. Every once in awhile, he'll either duet reaction to someone really talented singing their songs or actually duet singing to someone really talented. The reaction of the 4townies puts a big smile on his face and will like a lot of their comments.
Robaire: *As hears a rumple coming towards him, Jesse and Tae in the living room, They watch Z chasing T down*
T: Can't catch me, hahahah! *running around the furnitures while laughing, Having a packet of chicken sandwich in his hand, Robaire already started to record at this point*
Z: T! Stop taking my god damn food right infront of my nose! *looking pissed off while chasing him down*
Jesse: Oh my god, Guys. Calm down. Let's settle this the mature way.
Robaire: Hahahah. T! T! T! *cheering T on as he's pretty into it*
Z: *hears this* You're supposed to cheer me on, Ahole! Ugh! *chasing T down faster like the speed of light*
T: Oh damn! Wait! *runs around the couch but Z caught up to him, Causing him to burst into laughter* No!
Z: *trying to grab my sandwich packet while playfighting with him* Give me it!
Robaire: *him and Tae started to laugh at them and he moved closer to them, filming them*
T: *finally let go of the sandwich and lays down there, defeated* Haahh, I'm dead.
Jesse: *Sighs as watching the scene, rubbing his temples* I have 6 kids..
GUYS IM BACK! I've been on hiatus because of rl reasons but glad to be writing about the boys again.
#4town#4town aaron t#4town jesse#4town taeyoung#4town robaire#4town aaron z#4townie#4town headcanons
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Dawg it's 10pm and I spent 4 hours on this đ chat how am I supposed to explain this one- there's so much loreeeeeee AAAAAAA-
(Edit: explanation is now under the cut)
Okay I'm done being dramatic. Yeah took 4 hours drawing plus ~4 hours of research.
Anywaysssss-
I combined the last 3 days of Stevetember I have left, 28: fight, 24: musical, and 23: paradise. Used my RQ Roleswap AU combined with lyrics from Epic: the musical.
So first the "warmup" drawing, where I designed Sabre's dual timeline casual/"mortal" form. Only marginally related to the prompts, mostly just for reference.
No I'm not explaining all dat lmao. I will tmrw (probably) just bc I am very excited by this.
And then here's the main page:
The one on the right is for fight, the one on the left is for paradise. Both depict Sabre. The left has RQ Time, Rainbow, Dark, and Red from the first episodes of RQ. Sabre is putting up the shield/magic barrier above him, and saying the lyrics on the bottom half to the Steves, trying to convince them to stay. Someone else is saying the lyrics on the top half to Sabre in the right drawing, talking about using the darkness/AU crystals to fight back.
Have fun questioning that with no context! Try my YouTube channel community posts if you seek answers, I guess!
Hrrnkk shoo mimimimi, I'm going to bed đŽ
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Heyyyy fuckers guess who's back!! >:3
I don't think I've explained this AU much anywhere around here, so I've got plentyyyyy of content to fish out!! :P
Letssssss seeeeeeeee~
This AU is more or less about changing unrecognizably, healing, fate/repeating history, and loops. It all begins after Sabre has spent years alone with Origin, teaching him and growing together. Sabre had changed over the years - into his god form, with wings and animalistic legs and antlers upon which crystals grow. His first god form is mostly green and white. Technically, he has 3 god forms and 3 "mortal" forms.
I've had the AU for awhile before I listened to Epic, but the musical has inspired me to create for it, as well as consider the overarching themes!! So the first drawing, the dual timeline "mortal" form, is basically Sabre at the end of the au, as he becomes a fused form of the swap and og timelines' versions of himself. His crazy outfit is made of bits and bobs from people he meets, sometimes he adds stuff inspired by people around him, but a lot is just gifts he's recieved. He has a goopy Darkness horn and a sharp crystal horn, and a fluffy colorful tail and a sharp black tail. His eyes depict his former infection of crystals/darkness.
Drawing 2, in the upper right with Sabre's arms out in front of him, is meant to be him midway thru act 1. Where he willingly infects himself with the crystals, which are like the darkness, in order to be able to fight Rainbow (who created the infectious crystals, aka the Void of the timeline). Crystal/Shadow Sabres would probably be saying the lyrics to him.
Drawing 3, with the big barrier sigil over Sabre and the Steves, is based on act 6 of the au. He gets the Hypbo variants to help him create the barrier sigil to keep the Steves from changing unexpectedly due to the strange nature of their timeline (its Complicated, but the world is basically changing in accordance w/ the og timeline w/o anyone doing anything). This barrier, as well as the smaller, jewelry-based variants, protects them from time/space basically going by quickly. However, Sabre's insistence on keeping everyone from changing can be seen as almost manipulative, which is why he's saying the lyrics there. He can't give them the choice, not when the world is changing them without them actually doing anything. But by keeping them inside the barrier, he's refusing to let them experience it. So uh...yeah. Complicated.
Edit: Okay I got REALLY ramble-ly, so, THIS part below is the main au explanation, a new post will have the full ramble.
Origin had started creating the Steves, and becoming an independent young man. Sabre knew he wouldn't need his guidance much longer, and he couldn't reveal his true identity to the first Steves. But he hoped, maybe, something may come along and take him away. The loop, age, something. Nothing came - he realized he had to do the leaving. He worked towards creating a portal, which would close behind him. Somewhere unknown.
He wound up in the RQ Roleswap timeline - in episode 32, aka the pig episode. So already partway through the first season. He retained all his memories - and so he knew what had to do. He had to change history, and change everyone's fate. Most importantly...Orange Steve's. He can't let this all fall down again. He had to unite them all, before bringing about any heroes. He had to support everyone, give everyone room to breathe, treat them all with the love they may not deserve, but that they need. He needed to greet the world with open arms.
Heh, Epic reference :>
Anyways, yeah. That's the basis of the AU - Sabre uses his memories/experience (and carefully constructed journals) to change fate and lead with love. He goes on to warn the Steves of the future, their fates, and their choice to follow it or not. Despite his new outlook on life, he knows he isn't perfect - his past haunts his every calculated move. He tries to just experience reality as it is, but slowly that alienates him in a different way - people are so surprised to hear his thoughts behind all of it that many look up to him. All he really wants is to give everyone a choice in their fate - even his enemies - and appreciate what he has, and had, in this moment. And that mindful, kind mindset puts some people in awe.
Edit: ...okay, I ended up rambling severely after this, so I'll make a new post for that. But here, have these bits.
In the roleswap timeline, Sabre looks more like Shadow Sabre, while Crystal Sabre (the Shabre of the timeline) is brightly colored. The crystals replace the darkness, being amalgamations of infectious gems, so bright they can set things ablaze with sunlight. Sigils are the new crystals, being darker colored just like the main color Steves. In this world, the shadows are comforting and kind, while the light is deadly and violent. (Though no, they aren't really nocturnal...I might change that eventually). Naturally, the Steves have dark skin tones and eyes, looking all too much like the darkness infected. Similar can be said of the og timeline in comparison to the Crystal infected, though ofc the infections are a lot more frightening. You could consider it to be the first stage of infection, I guess.
Sabre's, the main, FIRST Sabre's, story is split into several acts. Act 1: changing fate, where he repeats RQ with a new ending. Act 2: old friends, where he returns to the og timeline, and defeats TFC/swap Origin with his newest god form. Act 3: reliving history, where Sabre mentors Colle through his swapped timeline. Act 4: domain expansion, in which Sabre discovers the multiverse and is determined to save EVERYONE from evil. Act 5: returning home, in which Sabre, now caring for a whole multiverse, finally creates a portal to Earth, but has he changed too much? Act 6: doubled over, another shitpost idea made canon, in which Sabre gets stuck in a version of the RQ timeline which has both the og and swap versions, where the world is changing quickly, mimicking the og story, and where Sabre's desire to give everyone a choice in fate is tested.
Final edit: I spent TWO HOURS fuckin writing this and trying to keep in from getting ramble-ly. You don't wanna see how ridiculous this could've been
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UM. I don't have a specific fic for the ask game so just answer as general questions abt ask ur fics I guess?? But
5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?
10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?
13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?
15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?
21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?
BREATHING ROOM FINALLY time to answer some askssssss :D
5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?
I mostly write the scenes I'm excited for immediately - if I don't, I'll just sit on the fic without ever getting past the first paragraph. But I am looking forward to writing the third scene to that Marcia & Silas oneshot I sent you, where Marcia is all IS THE PRINCESS OK and Silas is like ARE YOU OK and then they stare at each other for a minute.
10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?
Heh. Have a paragraph of Marcia in the Miraculous Ladybug AU?
Wayzz and Sass stayed quiet and out of sight while Marcia made her brooding way back across the walkways. Plagg, of course, had no such decency. "Of course Sugarcube gets to stay with Silas. Now him, he knows how to feed a cat. S'over a decade since I saw him - which is animal cruelty, just so you know - and he's still got my camembert stocked. Sass gets his mice and Pollen gets her honey but I have to live off butter and cream -" "You get plenty of cheese," Marcia said distractedly. She was getting a headache again. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to cut back on how many miraculouses she wore. "Oh, but nothing can ever surpass the taste of properly aged camembert. You know, when I-" "Quiet." Marcia stopped stock-still halfway to the great double doors to the tower. There was - something was wrong. Slowly, she started turning around, squinting far off. The place was deserted. No guard, she realized. She should probably have been pleased, but - There. The snowdrift must have slid off the pyramid all the way above, neatly burying the boy who just that morning had entertained himself - and Plagg, unknowingly - by trying and failing to hit the kwami's animal shape with a snow ball. "That wasn't me." Plagg's eyes were large and worried. "I think." "Nevermind that." Marcia clenched her jaw. She should have brought Orikko with her today. No matter - her hands would have to do. The boy's heartbeat was only getting slower.
13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?
I... may have started writing a scene from your Timetravel AU? It was just supposed to be a warmup, but, well.
I won't post it anywhere without your permission, but I can send it to you sometime, if you want.
15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?
Recently it hasn't been a lot of SH, because that has been mostly oneshots and i either write them down or forget about them.
But - my TLT AU is still missing all of the important conversations between Gideon and Harrow, and those are going to be juicy. ("Who do you think paid for your commission?", and the pool scene, and)
Pretty much everything in the ML Daemon AU is angsty as hell, and I happen to be here for that. (LB and CN talking about grieving for their daemons. Nathalie severing herself, and the fallout from that. Gabriel's no good very bad decision making.)
And I'm always thinking about my modern Merlin AU. It's just so disorganized and huge that it feels impossible to work on anything specific in it right now. It's brilliant though. You'll just have to take my word for it.
21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?
Puddyng. It's the most self-indulgent Sep Heap thing I could ever write, based on a years-old joke my neighbor reminded me of recently ("this is what book 7 is going to be called") and my own memories of my grandmothers. I might write it one day, but I'm pretty sure i'll be the only one getting much out of it.
The plot would have been the kids visiting Aunt Zelda's after she's passed to hold a kind of memorial. Jenna refuses to make cabbage sandwiches in her honor, so they mess up the kitchen making pudding instead and having a lot of emotions about it. That's it.
Thanks for the ask!
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Today's warmup OC - Zy. He's supposed to be a failed super solider experiment. He died from not being super solider-y enough lol The details were not super important at the time. The sketch doesn't show his cool heterochromia, one dark blue eye and one red. I mostly made this character out of jealousy at the time, so I'm okay if he just hangs in my OC vault lmao
#original characters#warmup sketch#OCs#the only things i changed about his design are removing the shoulder length gloves and taking the anime out of his hair lol#it doesn't really suit him#mine#my art#digital#Zy
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Hello so Iâm going to be word vomiting in your ask box due to the beloved archive being down and I have thoughts tm about B team that weee caused by your drawings + others and also because you artist need to get an ask that is just a mega laser kung pow penis beam of love for what you create and Iâm here to do that
B team look so friend-shaped! The way you draw them, with softer corners but keeping lines straight and the flat muted colors that are still bright and draws the eyesâ attention/greys which are layered in such a nice way
I also see the checkered orange-yellow blanket
ham is such a soft shade of pink which is easy on the eyes but is more vibrant than Peni and Noir (Morse obvious in noir and the contrasts between noir and ham is sooo good, opposite spectrums of color)
heâs more humanoid but heâs still cartoony and the way you draw him just fits so well with B team. A wonderful balance
Him and Peni together are just great, theyâre probably incredibly chatty and Ham would get Peni more since heâs more in tuned with technology unlike noirâs old man soul
Peni having a round face in the artwork of B team napping together resonates with me, she looks so comfortable napping with her dads
also the doodles of ham and her brushing their teeth (or in hamâs case his eyes), her drinking out of her #1 daughter mug, and noir ruffling her hair :D the daughter and her two dads <3
noir! Dad and friend-shaped. Your rendition of him unmasked makes him so handsome and pretty, like he reminds me of the dad from my neighbors Totoro- except more worn out lol
The drawing you did of that fanfic where B team are chilling with Hobie and Noir listens to some of his music- that has been keeping me GOING through the blackout
heâs holding his hat next to his face and is one sentence away from hiding his face while ham is one moment looking at noirâs face from having his eyes turning into hearts
Im not really a writer that can put how much I adore the drawings into words that perfectly articulate every last thought I have but I hope I did pretty well and sound vaguely comprehensivable and that tumblr didnât say something was wrong with send- god I had to rewrite this thing once already-
HOLY FUCKING SHIT- UH THANKS! At first I thought this ask was just headcanons of team b and I was so ready to hear you out
While reading through this I got just a small idea of team b and decided to draw it out, which will be posted soon after this so thanks for the brief idea
Now hereâs where I say my OWN incomprehensible ramblings so yay more text!
I have NEVER had someone inspect my art or at least told me they have so thanks! I am currently freaking the fuck out and going crazy actually, I have like five messages to my friend freaking out about this ask, and I WILL be rereading this every minute of the day
I have a lot of drawings of them all that will never see the light of day, mostly since theyâre warmup drawings and Iâm still figuring out how to draw them all consistently but Iâm having fun. I mostly based ham off of how he looks in in comics since I love how silly he looks in them and also taking inspiration off of other artists who draw him.
Now hereâs the fun part about that exact napping post youâre talking about, that post almost never got made. Like I completely abandoned the idea at first since I didnât like the first sketch I made of it and almost discarded the idea a couple more times during the process of making it since I had a different idea in my head of what it was supposed to be. Even when i was done with it I was thinking of just not posting it since I didnât completely like it myself, but now here we are with it being my most popular post. I like the drawing now since I pretty sure I was just staring at it for too long
AND THAT FIC DRAWING- WIZARD MAKES GREAT FICS! I keep rereading them and I will probably go back and read them AGAIN once archive is up and running, I have ideas for some of their fics to draw out but nothing concrete yet
Anyways in short i fucking appreciate this so much thanks! I am currently vomiting everywhere
#tec ask#my ego is inflated#knock me down a peg#Iâll never get over this#donât compliment me I will go insane actually
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ooooh questions 6, 8, and 15!!! (also the warmup question but that's four whole questions so I don't want to be too greedy lol)
heloooo hi heloooo uvu
6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)
I think a lot of things kfdgd most of the times is media or content that stuck with me, the red shoes is one of the biggest ones i always remember once in a while, also last night in soho, they are constantly in my head and i always remember them so im kinda really close to them hehe
also some written media, the ones i always spin around is autobiography of red by anne carson, and the portrait of dorian gray!
8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in
sadly almost everything, most of the ideas i had around have been abadoned cause i simply dont have the energy/will/joy to work on them, these days focusing on art has been terribly hard -if not impossible tbh- get it ig, shit happens
15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)
mostly in my desk uvu, i like to have my own space where i can focus with me myself and i, i can def work somewhere else but i do need to be basically alone, or where i cant get distracted with anything, or no one there to distract me uvu
27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with
yup! i start my art sessions with loose sketches and doods, if im feeling specially lost, i do studies, after that where i feel loosen up and with a better sight i jump into actual work or bigger pieces hehe
sm examples:
og piece by awanqi.
or like these quickies that wont take more than 30 min
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