#at some point in the fight the players started asking ‘what does she want’ ‘maybe we can talk to her’

[zegrasdrysdale]

I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE!! if you have time vould you maybe do a jack hughes smut where reader wears the rival teams jersey to piss him off and its like rough??

its been rotting in my brain for forever 😭

[ bitter rivals ] j. hughes

paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : just to make her boyfriend mad after a fight, (Y/N) wears a Flyers jersey to the Devils’ game against Philly in Newark … and she feels the consequences afterwards

warning(s) : smut ! rough sex, unprotected p in v sex, slight choking, hair pulling, possessiveness, pet names during sex. light angst

author’s note : hear me out … i was having a moment so i decided to tackle this request. not to mention i have been wanting to write something like this for a hot second so here we are. that’s how we got here so i hope y’all enjoy. i always have time to write some jack hughes smut too

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It's been nearly a week since their fight and (Y/N) hasn't heard from her boyfriend. Normally she wouldn't do something drastic since it's only been a week, but she feels like doing something drastic.

Instead of walking into the Prudential Center wearing a red 86 on her back, she wears an orange 11. She gets looks from a few Devils fans who know of her relationship with Jack, but she truly doesn't care. She knows will always be loyal to the boys in red and black despite trying to be petty.

After grabbing something to eat and drink, she heads down to her front row seats that she purposely bought just to make this point. She'll be right on the glass for Devils warmups in a few minutes.

Until then, she enjoys her chicken tenders and High Noon while fans begin to gather at the glass to get a close up look at their favorite players.

The Flyers come out first for warmups in their white away jerseys, then the Devils come out in their black alternate jerseys.

(Y/N) sticks out like a sore orange thumb in a sea of red, white, and black around her. She gets a couple of looks from the fans around her when she stands up. but it doesn't matter. She’s just trying to prove a point.

No one would blame her if they knew.

On the ice, she watches Luke skate up to his older brother. His eyes flicker in her direction. Luke leans into Jack’s ear and says something to him, who looks right at her. He has a look on his face that she has never seen before. He looks so angry.

When he starts to skate over to where she’s standing, Jesper intercepts him as soon as he sees where he’s going. He says something to Jack but Jack’s eyes never leave his girlfriend. She waves at him with a sly smirk on her face.

Mission accomplished. He saw her.

Jack slaps pucks at the net in obvious frustration or anger. She doesn’t know which it is at this point. She wouldn’t be surprised at all if he takes a few penalties during the game.

If he’s angry now, it’s just gonna fester for the next few hours. She’s probably screwed but it’ll be worth it in the end.

The Flyers jersey doesn’t deter her from cheering every time the Devils score a goal.

When Erik Haula nets his third goal of the night, she makes sure she throws the beanie she’s wearing onto the ice. Technically it wasn’t even her beanie. Jack left it at her apartment and never asked for it back so she stole it for the game tonight.

Throughout the game, she does notice that Jack glances at her a handful of times with a look of fury darkening his usually bright blue eyes. He sends glares at her when she cheers for the one goal he scored in the third period that secured the Devils the win.

An angry Jack has never scared her, but his anger has never been directed at her like it is right now. She’s either in for the worst night of her life after the horn blares when the game ends, or she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Like she usually does after a game, she meets up with the other wives and girlfriends in a lounge by the locker room. Kristen Haula is the first one to approach her.

“What’s with the Flyers jersey?” she questions.

“Needed to prove a point to Jack,” (Y/N) replies. “That’s all. I’m not jumping ship or anything. We just had a fight and he hasn’t spoken to me in like a week. I proved my point so next game I’ll be back in a Devils jersey.”

Before Kristen can reply, Jack marches through the doors and immediately scans the room. His hair is still dripping from his postgame shower and he looks very disheveled, like he rushed to get ready.

His eyes land on her and she presses her lips into a line. Jack takes large strides over to her so it doesn’t take him very long to cross the room.

“What the fuck is this?” he asks. “A Flyers jersey? A Travis Konecny jersey? Seriously?"

Kristen smiles and silently walks away while (Y/N)’s eyes remain on Jack. “What? You don’t like my new jersey?” she asks with innocence in her voice.

He bites his bottom lip as he thinks about his response. She gives him the smallest of smiles while the gears in his head turn. "I want you to take it off," Jack tells her.

"Oh, Jacky," she sighs. "You wouldn't want me to do that if you knew what I wasn't wearing underneath this jersey."

She watches his eyes darken. "Let's go," he says to her. "We're going to my apartment right now."

Her jaw drops and Jack grabs her wrist. "Who said I wanna go anywhere with you?" she asks as she tries to wrench her wrist out of his grasp. "You haven't talked to me in nearly a week, Jack."

Jack turns and faces her. "Wonder why," is all he says. She raises her eyebrows at him. "Let's go, (Y/N). We can talk at my apartment."

This time, she lets herself get pulled out of the Prudential Center and into Jack's car. Luckily she caught an Uber to the arena. A very small part of her figured she would be leaving with her boyfriend after the game.

Neither of them speak as Jack drives from the arena to his Hoboken apartment. Her eyes are on the passing buildings and cars. She feels Jack's hand on her thigh at one point but she doesn't react to it.

Yes, she was teasing him with the "if you knew what I wasn't wearing" comment. Yes, she hopes they'll fall into bed. Falling into bed isn't happening until they talk. She wants to know why Jack hasn't talked to her in five days before his dick comes anywhere near her.

It's a silent car ride and a silent ride up the elevator to Jack's place. She can still feel how annoyed Jack is by the fact that she wore the opposing team's jersey and still cheered for the Devils. She's annoyed too. She's annoyed because she had to wear the opposing team's jersey just to get his attention.

Jack opens the door to his apartment and walks inside. She follows him as he throws his suit jacket onto a coat hanger by the door. She shuts the door behind her and watches Jack unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt.

"Why?" she asks before he turns around. "Why did it take me wearing a Flyers jersey before I got your attention?"

He runs his fingers through his hair before he turns to face her. "I was thinking," he admits to her. "I was worried that I'd say something that I'd regret. I didn't want to hurt you, so I waited and actually took some time to think."

"Think about what?"

"Think about us," he softly tells her. "I wasn't sure if I was ready to find out if you actually meant what you said during our fight."

Her words come rushing back to her.

I don't know if I'm ready for this kind of life is what she had said to him.

"What did you think I meant by those words?" she asks.

"That you weren't ready for a life with me," he replies.

Jack is a beautiful man, but sometimes the smarts aren't there. Too many pucks to the head from Luke and Quinn.

"Jack, I meant that I didn't think I was ready to be an NHL wife," she tells him. "Of course I'm ready for a life with you, but it's everything that comes along with you. The spotlight, the eyes. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that."

The look that forms on Jack's face could make (Y/N) laugh. His eyebrows are raised and his mouth forms a little 'o'. She presses her lips into a line to suppress a smile. "I am such a dumbass," he says after he processes what she said. "Jesus Christ."

She wraps her arms around his neck and finally lets out a laugh. "You're my dumbass though."

When she leans in to kiss him, Jack pushes her away.

"Nuh uh," he says when she looks up at him. "I am absolutely not kissing you while you have that ugly ass jersey on. Not happening, (Y/N)."

Her eyes fall to the Flyers logo on her chest like she just remembered that she has the jersey on.

She reaches down between them and grabs the bottom of the jersey. Slowly, she pulls the fabric over her head to slowly reveal to Jack that she's not wearing anything underneath the jersey.

When the jersey is over her head, her eyes land on Jack. His eyes are wide while he looks her up and down. “Fuck, (Y/N),” he groans. “You really know how to piss a guy off. Not only are you wearing a Flyers jersey, but you didn’t even wear anything underneath.”

“Had to get your attention somewhere, Jacky,” she tells him as she gets up onto her tiptoes to attach her lips to his neck. “Glad it worked.”

Jack leans down and picks her up by the back of her legs. She wraps herself around him and keeps kissing and nosing at the skin on his neck as he walks somewhere in the apartment.

When he drops her on the couch, (Y/N) looks up at Jack and asks, “What about Luke?”

“What about him?” Jack settles comfortably between her knees.

“Won’t he be home soon?”

“Told him to find somewhere else to stay unless he wanted to see something that would scar him for life,” Jack tells her. “He told me that he’ll be at Dawson’s for the night. Now let me show you what happens when you decide to wear a jersey other than mine to a game.”

Yeah. She’s totally fucked. Literally and figuratively.

Jack ravishes her lips as soon as the last word leaves his mouth. A soft moan comes from her throat before she can stop it. One of his hands cups one of her bare breasts and the other cups her jaw. She tries to roll her hips against his to get some friction on her core, but he quickly puts a stop to that.

“I don’t think so,” Jack mumbles against her lips as he pins her hips to the cushion beneath her. “Only good girls get to come quickly tonight. You weren’t a good girl with the stunt you pulled.”

“Guess you didn’t like my new jersey,” she gasps as her boyfriend attaches his lips to the sensitive skin on her neck. “Or was it the fact that there was a different name on my back?”

The nip she gets is the answer she was looking for. Jack was jealous that another player’s name was on her back instead of his. She revels in the realization since it has been five days and it took wearing the jersey for him to talk to her.

He slowly begins to kiss down her neck and chest. He makes sure to give both breasts some attention before moving further down her belly.

Her fingers find a home in his now dry hair. She adores how soft his hair feels when it has just dried after a shower.

Jack’s fingers hook in the waistband of the leggings she has on. He slowly pulls the thin fabric off her body and kisses her hipbone when it’s exposed. She sighs as her boyfriend strips her of her pants. She kicks her sneakers off so Jack can pull them completely off of her.

She lets her legs fall open while Jack throws the leggings somewhere on the floor. Her soaked underwear is on full display for him. She watches his tongue dart out at his view.

“Touch me before I touch myself, Jack,” she orders him.

He goes back to hovering over her. A hand lightly wraps around her throat and she looks up at him in surprise. “You will do no such thing if you want to come tonight,” he retorts.

(Y/N) bites her lip at his words. She can’t remember the last time he spoke to her like this, but she is loving every second of it.

His other hand snakes between them and into the thin fabric of her underwear. A gasp comes from her lips as his fingers easily run through her slick folds. She wraps her hands around his arm to keep herself present.

“Jack,” she whines.

He cups her pussy and she has to stifle a moan. “Who does this belong to?” he asks.

“You, baby,” (Y/N) quickly tells him. “It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”

Jack leans down and presses soft kisses to her cheek and jaw. “Good girl.” His words shoot straight down to her already pulsing core.

Without warning, Jack stands up and pulls her up. He gets her on her knees and leans her against the back of the couch with her chest pressed against the cushions. In the reflection of the glass cabinet that’s behind the couch, she can see Jack undressing behind her.

He twirls her hair into a makeshift pony and gets on his knees behind her. Jack’s lips are on her neck right under her ear. “Tell me who fucks you until you can’t speak,” he whispers.

His low voice causes the knot that has formed in her belly to tighten.

“You do, Jack,” she replies. Jack pulls on the makeshift pony until she’s looking straight up at the ceiling. A soft moan passes her lips. “You fuck me so good. Only you.”

“Yeah, I do,” Jack mumbles as he presses her into the cushions beneath her. He doesn’t release the pony.

With one hand, he manages to get her underwear off of her and onto the floor with both of their clothes. She feels his hard dick between her legs and had to resist the urge to grind against it.

Her legs are practically shaking as she waits for release.

He leans over her and kisses the back of her neck for a second before he slams into her. She cries out in surprise because that was the last thing she expected to happen.

“Fuck, Jack,” she breathes out as he lets her adjust to him. “Give a girl a little warning before you destroy her.”

She feels him smile and mumble, “We’ll see.”

This boy is going to be the death of her.

A minute passes before Jack begins to rock his hips into her. She bites her lip to try and keep herself from making an embarrassing noise.

Eventually, she gives up because she’s worried she’ll make her lip bleed with how hard she’s biting down on it.

(Y/N) begins to meet Jack’s hips with every thrusts. She lets out soft moans and whines every time they meet. He lifts one of her legs up onto the back of the couch so he can get a new angle on her.

She has to lean against Jack’s chest as he continues to fuck into her at the new angle. “This pussy was made for me,” Jack pants into her ear. He wraps his arms around her to keep her steady. “Feels so good around me.”

She wants to say something, but she’s so overwhelmed with pleasure that she can’t form any. All she does is let out a soft whine in reply.

“See? No one else can fuck you speechless like I can.”

The knot in the bottom of her belly tightens. She has to force herself to form words. “Jacky,” she whines. “Wanna come. Been a good girl for you. Please.”

Jack kisses the swell of her ear and grasps her breasts. “You only wear my name, baby,” he pants in her ear. “My number on your back. No one else’s.”

“No one else’s,” she agrees. “Can I come? Please?”

He hums and she clenches around him as soon as she has his permission. She loses her vision for a moment as she comes on Jack’s cock. His name echoes throughout the apartment as she hits her high.

She had no idea that Jack could be like this. Maybe she’ll have to mess with him if she’s going to see this side of her boyfriend. She’s pretty sure that she’s never had an orgasm this intense in her entire life.

Without realizing because of how hard her orgasm hit her, Jack comes inside of her and slouches against her when he comes down from his own high.

When she comes to, she’s lying on her back on the couch and Jack is wiping her with a wet cloth. His boxers are on the lower half of his lower body and she pouts.

“Was that okay?” Jack asks before she can say anything. “I might’ve gotten a little carried away.”

She shakes her head and says, “It was perfect. It was more than okay. You were jealous.”

Jack laughs and shakes his head. “Maybe a little,” he admits. “I don’t like it when you wear other players’ jerseys.”

“Maybe talk to me next time and I won’t have to,” she teases. Jack rolls his eyes. “Anyway, can we go to bed? I wanna get your dick in my mouth and apologize in my own way.”

She’s surprised with how quickly Jack picks her up and whisks her off to his bedroom after that.

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[inuyashaluver]

can you write a jessie x hockey!r, where r gets into a fight during one of her games and jessie is watching from the stands with some of the chelsea players? thx

cheeky - jessie fleming

jessie fleming x reader

description: in which your girlfriend brings her friends to her cheeky girlfriend’s game

warnings: jessie still plays for chelsea!! let’s pretend ucla offers women’s hockey 🫠 swearing, mentions of a fight, suggestive

a/n: you guys don’t understand how much this request has infiltrated my tiny brain, thank you you so so much, my love, enjoyyyyy

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you and your girlfriend, jessie were quite literally some of the nicest people alive. every time someone was around the two of you for either a short or long time, they came out feeling lighter, happier and all round just more positive.

you and jessie just radiated love, a special bond between the two of you that was just undeniably beautiful.

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you and jessie met at a college party years ago. you both went to ucla yet never crossed paths until this party. you weren’t really a party goer and neither was jessie, you both found refuge in the backyard of the house you were at.

both of your friend groups had unknowingly ditched you and you both wanted some air, away from all the drunk frat boys and sorority girls.

“sorry, do you mind if i sit here?” you ask the brunette where she sat on a small bench. her head snapped up from her phone at hearing a familiar accent. canadian.

“oh, yeah, go ahead!” jessie stutters, scooching over a little and patting the spot next to her. you smile at her gratefully, sitting down with an exaggerated huff.

jessie lets out a laugh when you sat, both of you looking at each other with bright smiles. you both thought the other was breathtakingly gorgeous, feeling like the party was a little worth it at this point.

“you sick of seeing people basically fucking each other everywhere too?” you ask her with a shake of your head, your eyes falling on a couple making out in a way that should definitely be behind a closed door.

jessie chuckles, looking down at the cup in her hand and nodding while taking a sip of it. “that and my friends ditched me” she rolls her eyes, you nudge her shoulder with yours, “mine too, don’t worry” you grin, making her return one shyly.

“i’m (y/n) by the way” jessie smiles, repeating the name in her head that she would surely never forget.

“jessie” you smile at her, pink cheeks a little evident on the both of you when you made eye contact again.

“sorry if this is weird but are you from canada?” jessie asks nervously, your eyes widen comically, your face brightening at the girl's question.

you didn’t really have many friends from back home who came to the states for college. sure there was a bunch of canadian girls at college but none of them were this pretty. or this easy to talk to.

“i am! don’t tell me you are too?” you question, jessie smiled at your excitement, her heart beating quickly at your glistening eyes. she nods, making you start rambling with where she was from.

you both continued to chat and it was scary how much you had in common.

the conversation was full of laughter, shared jokes and most definitely a shared attraction. “so, jessie, what do you do besides being an environmental warrior?” you say cheekily, the girl scoffs, slapping your thigh gently and rolling her eyes,

“i play soccer” she mocks, you give her an impressed smile as she explained how good she really was, “mhm, i should come and watch you sometime, superstar?” you flirt, giving her a charming smile that had butterflies swarming in her stomach.

you’d both gone far from friendly conversation, the flirting taking over after about 2 hours of you familiarising yourself with each other.

“yeah, maybe you should, and you? miss number solver?” she teases back, referring to you doing an accounting degree.

“i play hockey” you move a little so you could face her better and she does the same, although, her face has a shit eating grin on it.

“what’s so funny?” you narrow your eyes at her, “you’re so canadian” she laughs, you shake your head as she throws her head back in laughter, clearly enjoying how you’re not even defending yourself.

she encourages you to talk about your sport and to say she fell in love with you there was an understatement. you spoke with so much passion she really loved to see and hear it.

you also admit you fell in love with her when she talked about her sport, but even more with how intently she was listening to you, soaking in every word you said and clarifying things she didn’t understand.

you both felt something bubbling under the surface as you talked, so much so, when the party started to filter out, she asked if you wanted to get some ice cream and who were you to decline?

the teasing and the flirting throughout the whole night was so unbearable, you asked her out on a date without a second thought, smiling brightly when she accepted without any hesitation.

you both began to date after a few months, becoming one of the ‘it couples’ around campus when everyone could truly tell how much you were in love with each other.

you went to each other’s games with bright, adoring smiles, wearing each other’s jerseys with pride.

you had study dates together, most of the time getting distracted but neither part was complaining.

you were there for each other throughout all the ups and downs, talking and listening to one another for hours and somehow feeling not enough when you were with each other every second of the day.

you’d both established a career before you even graduated college, star athletes in the making in your respected sports.

you’d do anything for each other, so much so you moved with her to england when she signed her contract to chelsea.

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while jessie played for chelsea, you still continued to play hockey in england also. it was hard being away from home but jessie made it all better.

your continual support for each other offering a sense of security that nothing else could. it also helped that you both represented canada nationally, often getting the opportunity to go home together.

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the chelsea girls knew you too well, you came to every single game without fail with a bright grin on your face in the ‘fleming’ jersey that was almost worn as much as your own.

“your wife’s here” niamh teases as she warmed up with jessie before a match, the two of you weren’t married, or engaged even, not yet at least but this didn’t stop niamh from wishing you were, knowing how much her best friend adored you.

“where?” jessie grins, stopping all movement and frantically looking for you, niamh directs her head to where you were sitting in the friends and family section and her heart swelled with pride.

you wave at her brightly and she returns it instantly, her face growing warm at the smile you sent her, snapped out of her trance at niamh’s laugh. “such a sap” she smiles, jessie just gives her shoulder a little shove, continuing to warm up.

when the match was over after an easy win, jessie bounded over to you without a second to waste. “hi, baby” you smile as she walked into your arms, the barrier making it a little difficult but you both didn’t care.

“hi, gorgeous” jessie says breathlessly, pulling you into a sweet kiss with her hand on your cheek. you smile against her, your own hand on the side of her neck, your thumb brushing against her skin gently.

“my superstar” you say as you pull away, brushing away some stray hairs from her face before pulling her into a tight hug.

“gotta impress my wag, baby” she says cheekily, kissing your cheek repeatedly to make you giggle, working successfully like it did every time.

“i’m definitely impressed, baby canada” you smile, pressing another quick kiss to her lips as you pulled away slightly.

her hands make her way to your waist, rubbing up and down gently as you chatted, only lasting for a couple of seconds before you ushered her to interact with the fans.

“i’ll see you at home, beautiful” she winks, pecking your lips before running away, shouting a quick “i love you” over her shoulder that you quickly returned before leaving to drive home.

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you had an upcoming game, an important one at that. you’d been nervous about it all week, jessie frequently having to calm you down so you could breathe. you were the captain, both for this team and the canada team so a lot of pressure fell on your shoulders.

the only reassurance you had was knowing jessie would be there, even inviting some of her teammates to come and watch you since they had the day off.

jessie wasn’t one to miss an opportunity where she got to ogle her talented girlfriend and show you off at the same time so she was extremely excited.

the morning of, let’s just say it was extremely difficult to get you out of the house.

“what if i fuck up?” you whine, turning from the door and walking back to jessie who was watching you from the doorway. “you won’t” she assures, pinching your cheek softly before turning you around and giving you a soft push to the door.

you turn back around, “what if something goes wrong?” you say nervously, “baby, you’ll be fine, we can deal with it” jessie chuckles, you throw your head back in annoyance.

the people who only knew you from hockey would be shocked to know you did this before every game. they’d be shocked to know how soft you were when it came to your girlfriend.

“i don’t want to go” you groan, jessie draws you in by your waist, her arms wrapped around them securely, “baby, you’ll be amazing, like always” jessie says earnestly, her brown eyes looking directly into yours so you knew she wasn’t lying.

“but you don’t know that” you pout, jessie quickly smiling before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“i’m your girlfriend, i know everything” she says cheekily, pecking your lips a couple of times and managing to pull a small smile out of you.

“you go do your best, that’s all i want from you” she smiles, her hands now cradling your face as your arms wrap around her. “okay” you breathe out, determined.

smiling before pulling her into a breathless kiss that made both of you feel dizzy, sharing a quick i love you before she had to physically push you out of the house, knowing you’d convince her to stay.

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jessie made her way to the arena in your jersey, your number written neatly tiny on her cheek. she was accompanied by niamh, zećira, aggie and hannah.

to say jessie got teased the entire time was an understatement but she didn’t care, she had no shame with the amount of love she had for you.

when you skated out on the ice with the ‘C’ over your heart, you had no ounce of nervousness at all. a complete contrast from the morning.

the truth is, on the ice, you were ruthless, completely contradicting how you were off the ice.

you carried yourself with complete confidence, expecting nothing but the best. you were a little rough but one of the best players and everyone knew it. you didn’t take any bullshit.

you were strategic, smart and calculated. you knew what you were doing and you were the captain both in this league and nationally for a reason. a team leader without fail. a role model, a borderline legend.

jessie and her friends cheered loudly for you when your name was announced on the loudspeaker. jessie watched as you waved around the arena before locking back in, skating around the ice in preparation for the game.

jessie was on the edge of her seat the entire time watching you, scoring 2 points in a short amount of time. you were playing exceptionally well, jessie’s heart swelled with pride but she was extremely nervous how this one player kept trying to rile you up.

she knew you didn’t take any disrespect and knew this girl was about to get her ass handed to her.

the girl was being overly physical with you and you would counter it every time. she was the other captain and knew she’d get thrown into the box if she tried anything too much. her behaviour was surprising.

but the girl continued, having the nerve to be near you every time with something to say every two seconds.

you’d ignore it, having dealt with people more annoying than this but it flipped when she started talking about jessie. your jessie.

she started with the insults about you until she said, “is your girlfriend some sort of puck bunny?” you fucking lost it.

you dropped your stick and both of you break out into a heated fight. fists flying before you grabbed her by her shirt, slamming her into the glass and spitting out words that we’re definitely not family friendly. jessie’s eyes were so wide in shock, never really seeing you in a fight like this before.

“talk about my girlfriend like that again and i’ll shove the puck down your fucking throat” you exclaim, getting pulled back by the referee and getting told to go to the penalty box.

you send a glare to the girl and she falters almost instantly before you skated to the box. you sat down with a huff, arms crossed over your chest as you watched your team dominate the other.

jessie shook her head while she looked at you, niamh and zećira cheering you on throughout the fight and even more now that you were in the box.

when your ten minutes was up, you played the rest of the game with passion, finishing with an easy and well deserved win. jessie ran down to where the change rooms were, her teammates waiting nearby.

jessie watched as you skated off the ice, catching your breath as you quickened your pace to jessie. her face was etched with worry as you approached, watching as you took off your helmet hastily and took out your mouth guard.

“hey, baby” you say brightly, bounding over and wrapping jessie up in a hug, your face instantly tucked into the crook of her neck, your cold nose brushing against her warm skin.

“for someone that just beat the shit out of someone, you’re very happy” she says amusingly, her arms wrapping around you without hesitation.

“she deserved it, trust me on that” and jessie did. you pull away from her at arms length, a cheesy smile plastered on your face as you looked at her.

“are you okay?” she asked, her voice clearly laced with worry, you nodded, kissing jessie’s cheek tenderly as you drew her a little closer.

“i’m fine, love, especially since my biggest fan is here” you grin, “you should see the other guy” you laugh as jessie slaps your shoulder lightly, “cheeky” she chuckles, pulling you into another tight hug in absolute relief you were okay.

you could tell she was on edge because of the circumstances, the hug telling you everything you needed to know. you hugged her tightly, letting her find solace in you and honestly calming you both down.

you wave over at her teammates when she pulls away and chat with them excitedly. you held onto jessie’s hand the entire time you all chatted, thanking them for coming and watching.

“what does that say on your stick?” niamh questions, you smile, moving your hand to show that you’d written jessie’s name with a little heart next to it on your tape, a tradition for you ever since you’d started dating.

“good luck charm” you grin, both of you getting teased for your bright pink cheeks. you say goodbye to them before they leave, turning back to jessie with a sweet smile. this is the side of you she knew the best. an absolute softie.

before you get changed, you draw jessie into another kiss, unable to stop yourself from smiling against her when she whined against your mouth.

you give her an amused expression, seeming as though she was a little riled up about the whole situation. “shut up” she groans, pushing you away by your chest slightly but you came right back, pressing a sweet peck to her lips,

“i didn’t say anything” you mumble against her, squeezing her hips gently before you ran to the change room, wanting to get back home as quick as possible.

let’s just say violence is never the answer but is excusable only for the way your girlfriend reacted to you when you both stepped through the door of your shared apartment.

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yourname: so worth it

↳ _jessflem: really was actually

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↳ yourname: you’re supposed to defend me

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#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso one shot #woso imagine #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming

[aspenispoplar]

Ok so here's my thoughts on dungeon meshi as a D&D party finally.

Okay so Laios and Falin's players (P!Laios & P!Falin) are actually brother and sister in real life. P!Laios got his sister to join him in the D&D game he was in. She was pretty shy and so wanted to make a healer character.

So their party plays the campaign for a while. Maybe a couple years or so. Mostly it doesn't have all that intense of a plot, but everyone's enjoying it.

Then in the dragon fight, Falin's player asks the DM if she can save Laios from the dragon's critical hit bite. The DM says sure but she only rolls like a 13, so the DM lets her save him by sacrificing her character, and she agrees.

Everyone's quite shaken up about it all, and to up the stakes the DM has the couple DMPCs/hirelings they had leave the party.

And now we get to the main focus of this headcanon. After P!Falin died, she wanted to make a new character, with a really different vibe from her old one, especially since she had gotten a lot more comfortable playing D&D now. In real life, she and P!Laios enjoy cooking together a lot, so she talked to the DM and P!Laios about it, and out came Senshi- P!Falin's new character!

P!Laios decides to try to help support P!Senshi's desire to focus more on cooking by taking out a book on monster cooking which he put in his inventory as a bit during character creation.

Basically it went like this

DM, (thinking to DMself: they're pretty overleveled now for the earlier layers of the dungeon, I should try and make it harder on them): so, you're running low on money. Even without the hirelings to pay, you need to sacrifice some of your expenses or sell some of your equipment to afford everything you lost.

P!Laios: Hey DM, how much do our rations cost? Because remember that meme book that I gave myself during character creation on cooking monsters?

DM: *very large sigh*

P!Senshi: *barely-restrained giddiness*

That's the main headcanon, but I also have other minor little headcanons about the other two player's characters.

Chilchuck's player has had some antagonistic DMs who loved torturing their players with traps in the past, so when they were told by the DM that the campaign was going to be "a pretty realistic dungeon crawl", P!Chilchuck decided to make the most roguey rogue of all rogues to ever rogue. They maxed out the trap-finding score to the point where the DM had to actually start including more traps for Chilchuck to feel a bit more useful, since the DM never actually planned on using very many traps in the campaign.

Marcille's player is a huge anime fan, and has made on-and-off jokes this whole time about the dungeon being some sort of bad isekai plot.

DM: Marcille, you feel a wet splash on the top of your head, only seconds before a slime drops on top of you.

P!Marcille: Oh? It's on my head? Is it suffocating me? Choking me perhaps...? Restraining me?

DM: Fuck you. Also you take 2 acid damage.

*everyone laughs at the DM's pain*

DM: There is a large plant monster in front of all of you

P!Marcille: Oh? Does it have vines? Like, tentacle-ish vines?

DM: You know what? It does now. It's rolls a 17 on grappling you. Have a good time with that.

P!Marcille: *waggles eyebrows* okay then

DM: I am going to hit you with my car covered in hammers rigged to explode multiple times and hammers go flying everywhere

While all of this is going on the DM is actually secretly very pleased to make a bunch of worldbuilding around the dungeon ecosystem and monsters and everything.

#yes im giving the DM (the DM/the DM's/DMself) pronouns no i will not apologize #the new characters that come in could just be new people #or maybe the “hirelings” (aka their earlier party members) weren't actually DMPCs at all and just took a short break from playing #before coming back with new characters #the DM is also having a good time actually starting to implement the plot they came up with a while ago into the story #(at least thats what i assume is going on with what we're hearing about that jester character who probably assasinated the king or whatever #dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #falin dungeon meshi #falin touden #falin #laios dungeon meshi #laios touden #laios #senshi dungeon meshi #senshi #chilchuck dungeon meshi #chilchuk tims #chilchuck #marcille dungeon meshi #marcille donato #marcille #my headcanons #d&d #dunmeshi as a dnd party

[benedictscanvas]

pick me up at seven - roy kent x reader

pairing: roy kent x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k (they won't all be this long i don't think!!)

warnings: language of course, and this is a little steamy but with no actual smut. my favourite genre HA

request: I can’t find any good Roy fics until your recent one and I’m dying for more 😭 Anyway you could write something else for him? Maybe they’re at a bar and he gets pissed when he sees Jamie flirting w her? (Not a pre established relationship) - @kashee-h

a/n: your wish is my demand!! i'm so happy you enjoyed the first roy fic of what i hope are many to come. this one totally got away from me, i loved writing it so so much, thanks for a request that I really got to make my own! <3

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Roy is the one who’s invited you here. Roy is the one who trekked over to your office at the end of the working day and told you that everyone was going out that evening. Roy is the one who suggested you come, even when you seemed reluctant to join in on what appeared to be an evening for just the players and the coaches. Roy is the one who convinced you that it would be fun, that he’d make sure of it.

All of this is making it very hard for Roy to accept that you are currently sat in a corner booth with someone else. The fact that the person you seemed to be having such an in depth conversation with was Jamie fucking Tartt was the icing on a very shit cake.

He knew he could be having a better night than just sitting on a barstool trying not to watch the two of you, especially when Ted and Beard arrived to get the next round and he didn’t even acknowledge them. They’d hired out a private room, so it was filled with people he generally tolerated the company, some he’d even go as far as to say that he liked. None of that was registering, however. 

Jamie leans in when you can’t hear something he’s said and he watches you nod solemnly, duck your head to stare at the floor as if flustered, and he wants to walk right out that door and never come back. Maybe he could get a job at Chelsea, or something.

“Now, what’s wrong, Jeremy Strong?” Ted asks, and Roy has to bite back a ‘fuck off’ so hard he wonders if his lip is bleeding, “You look just about ready to start wreckin’ the place.”

Out of the corner of Roy’s eye, he sees Beard lean in to whisper in Ted’s ear and points over at you. Ted looks surprised. Roy does not want to deal with this.

“You’re telling’ me our very own Mr Kent has his eyes on our very own Miss Y/L/N? Well, that’s just great! She’s sweet as anythin’, good for you, Roy.”

“She’s sweet on Jamie fucking Tartt, more like,” he says, even though he knows he’s being so fucking unfair. He hates it about himself. He knows how hard he’s worked on these feelings, on frustration and anger and jealousy, knows that a few years ago he’d be getting ready to fight Jamie down an alley further through tonight. Now he’s done that work, however, he can recognise the overriding feeling that he’s actually just hurt and that’s so much worse. It’s much easier to be jealous than upset.

“Does this call for an impromptu meeting of the Diamond Dogs?” Ted asks brightly and Roy is only able to stop him after his second howl. Higgins has looked over briefly but Beard signals him to stay where he is.

“Fuck no,” Roy blurts out, then reconsiders. Maybe he could at least talk to Ted, “I just- I was going to tell her. Tonight.”

“Tell her what?” Ted’s doing that thing where he bats his eyelashes like he’s in some sort of rom-com. Beard’s got his head resting in his hand, looking similarly up at Roy. They’re insufferable. 

“That I fucking like her, okay? Take those fucking looks off your faces.”

Ted and Beard scramble to look normal but come up short. Ted’s got the awful kind of shit-eating grin on his face that he gets when he sees Sam and Jamie hugging or watches Isaac doing his handshakes with everyone before a game.

“So, you’ve been spending time together? Or are you telling her out of the blue?” Beard pipes up.

Roy thinks that over. You’ve been spending a lot of time together actually. More than anyone at the club would probably even believe. He slips away to your office to eat lunch under the guise of needing a break from the American Circus downstairs. You text him when you’ve brought in ice cream because you know he’ll never say no to ice cream. You’ve met Phoebe. That one was by accident in the park, but you stuck around for four fucking hours and nobody made you.

Still, he wonders whether it would be completely shocking to you or whether you’ve been waiting for him to make a proper move. You’re incredibly difficult to read alongside being so stupidly pretty that sometimes he wants to swear less around you. He doesn’t manage it, of course, but he thinks it.

“Yes, we’ve spent time together. No, I don’t know what that means. Probably doesn’t mean shit to her, not that it would be her fault if she doesn't.”

Ted and Beard tilt their heads simultaneously at him and he wishes he could bash their heads together for a moment.

“But it means somethin’ to you, hey coach? I don’t think Miss Y/N sittin’ with Jamie should stop you from tellin' her how you feel about ‘er, hey coach?”

Roy’s lost track of which coach Ted is even talking to, but Beard chimes in.

“Surely her spending time with Jamie should be all the more incentive to tell her. Find out how she feels. Get that crushing disappointment out of the way now. It’s only downhill from here.”

Roy raises a brow at him as Ted gives him a look. Beard sighs, then picks up his drink and seems to disappear. Ted leans into Roy.

“Him and Jane are on a break again, I’m sorry. Look I’m goin’ to have to go find him but he was right, until he wasn’t. Go get ‘er, Ross Gellar!”

And with that, Ted’s gone too, weaving his way through crowds of people until he’s lost to them. When Roy glances back in your direction, Jamie’s got Colin and Isaac beside him instead and you’re nowhere to be found. He sighs and stands from his barstool, making his way to the exit. Maybe he’d think about what Ted and Beard had said tomorrow: for now, he just wanted to go home.

Except for the fact that when he finally managed to push his way outside to breathe in some fresh air, he found you. Leaning against the wall of the club, with definite tears in your eyes, even under the dim street lamp light. He was going to murder Jamie Tartt, slowly, with rope and paint and suffering involved.

But he knew to take a slightly softer approach with you. If at all possible.

“Hey,” he says quietly, trying not to startle you. You're quick to look up at him, startled anyway, and he grits his teeth as he asks, “Are you alright?”

He doesn’t make any comment about what the fuck Jamie had done to you. Doesn’t think it would be received all that well. Again, he’s biting the inside of his lip harder than ever.

“Yes! Oh god, yes, sorry,” you’re blinking furiously. He admires your resolve when the nearly teary face is quickly replaced by that bright smile that makes him weaker in the knees than he already is, “Fuck, sorry. I’m all good. I’m not sure this is my scene, I was just going to call a taxi.”

There’s an opening. He’ll be damned if he’s not taking it, even though confessing anything is the furthest idea from his mind - he’s much more focused on making sure you’re okay and nobody’s done anything to hurt you. If they have, he's already resigned to a short stint in jail if necessary.

“Do you want to walk?”

“Uh, I mean not really. It’s quite late, so…”

“With me, I mean,” he quickly clarified, wanting to bash his head against the brick wall, “I could walk you home, if you wanted. Or not. That’s fine too.”

“Oh, right,” you’re looking down at your feet as you contemplate it, “That would be nice, if you’re sure. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” he insists, falling into step beside you as you begin to walk. He wants to give you his jacket and maybe his shirt too with the way you’re shivering, but he can’t bring himself to do it. He’s a fucking coward, but he will get to the bottom of what’s the matter if its the last thing he does, “You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?”

You huff out a frustrated sigh, at him, at yourself, he isn’t sure.

“I made a fucking fool of myself tonight,” you say eventually, and he can’t even imagine you doing that, “I thought…god, it doesn’t matter what I thought. Everything just feels worse when its…1:30 in the morning, don’t you think?”

You’d lifted his hand to check his watch before you said the time. Again, he wanted to hold on, but he let you drop his hand and it just went limp.

“It fucking does, yeah. Don’t think you could make a fucking fool of yourself if you tried though. Not around us lot.”

Your family, he heard Ted’s voice in his head. He was not fucking saying that. To his surprise, you let out a loud bark of a laugh at his words and he was staring at the side of your face as you spoke out into the dark air.

“I thought you were coming to pick me up tonight, you know?” you began, and his heart drops to his shoes. You’re upset about him?

“What?”

“Something you said earlier, when you asked me to come. You asked where I lived, then told me it would be a twenty minute walk to get there. Then you said ‘see you at seven’.”

He could have stopped walking. He had said that, but he was just trying to help you plan out your timings for the evening - you’d mentioned to him once that you were known for having some time blindness when you were getting ready for things. Of course he should have realised how fucking stupid that was, how much that sounded like he would come and walk with you.

He would have fucking loved to walk with you.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, far too loudly for the quiet night that surrounded you. You carried on undeterred, shaking your head. He could see your frustration was at yourself now, and he hated himself even more than he had earlier.

“My fault for assuming, I know. But that’s why I was so late. And when I arrived, trying talk myself into not feeling like a twat, you were already over with Dani and Isaac and Bumbercatch, clearly never intending to come pick me up. Which, why would you, of course. I just…felt shit. Jamie tried to help, bless him, but I just wanted to go home, honestly.”

Roy is the biggest idiot on the planet. He wants to go back into the club and hug Jamie for looking after you, then ask him to punch him in the face. Roy could punch something, anything right now, but he just grits his teeth.

“I’m-” he grunts when his voice comes out all strangled, “I’m really fucking sorry, Y/N. I’m the fucking twat. I was asking where you lived and that to help you with that fucking time blindness thing you told me about. Should’ve known how it sounded though. Fucking idiot.”

He directed the last comment at himself, kicking a stone he’d found on the pavement. He kept his eyes firmly trained on his shoes as the two of you continued walking, now at a significantly slower pace. Your eyes were burning a hole in the side of his face.

There was a silence that stretched on as you stared at him, until-

“Fucking hell,” you groaned, “That’s so fucking sweet. You’re the worst.”

He doesn’t know if he can remember being called sweet before. Phoebe was often excessively complimentary of him in a way that made him uncomfortable, but sweet had never come up. He didn’t feel sweet.

“I am the worst,” he grunted, spiralling, “Making you feel so shit. Ruining your fucking night. I was the one who convinced you in the first place and now you’ve had a shit fucking time and I’m the worst.”

He’s a little out of breath and loud again by the end of his rant. The two of you have stopped walking. You kick the toe of your heel against his shoe, placating.

“No, you’re the worst ‘cause you keep giving me all this hope. I fucking hate hope, no matter what Ted says,” you chuckle to yourself, and he’s not sure what you’re saying but he’s peering into your now smiling expression as he tries to work it out, “Look, do you like me or not? You’re a good guy Roy and either way, I’m grateful that you’re walking me home. I just think if I ask, maybe I can just feel like a twat for the night and get it over with by tomorrow.”

“Do I…like you?”

He sounds thick. He feels thick. Feels like his mouth is full of honey that his tongue is having to wade through to even speak to you. It’s stuck to the bottom of his mouth, heavy.

“Yeah. As in, do you just enjoy eating lunch with me or do you ever look at me and just want to kiss me? Cause I do that all the fucking time, Roy, but I can’t be arsed to dance around it anymore.”

You look really tired as you stare up at him, but he feels more energised than ever. You’ve both just established that he’s the absolute worst, and yet here he is, with everything he could’ve wanted right in front of him. You, looking fucking gorgeous and looking at him like that? Even getting a job at Chelsea wouldn’t help him against you - he was gone.

There’s a smirk on his face that he can’t bite back as he takes your face in both his hands and revels in the gasp he can pull from you. He should have known you’d be the first to say something. You weren’t the coward he was.

“Let’s not fuck about then, yeah?”

Low and breathy. You respond with a nod so eager that he’s practically grinning when he pulls you in. It’s quickly replaced by a hunger he’s been keeping at bay, allowing his hands to slide into your hair as he deepens the kiss almost as soon as it’s started. He can feel your hands clutching at the lapels on his jacket, but he’s more excited when you throw your arms around his neck instead, tugging on the hair at the base of his head.

He growls and you actually whimper. It’s like he’s been set on fucking fire. Like he’s been struck by lightning.

When he pulls away for air, you stay close, peppering kisses along the scruff of his jaw, up the side of his face and back down again. He holds you to him tightly around your waist and feels wanted. He’s wanted you for so long, but to be wanted in return, so openly, it’s both hot and meaningful. He’s not sure anyone’s ever told him they liked him before. Most models he’d dated were pretty sold on the idea that he had to make all the moves.

Still, when you begin trailing kisses down his neck and there’s a hand on the top button of his shirt, he has enough sense about him to stop you. Even if he really doesn’t want to.

“I don’t know what street this is,” he breathes out, low voice little more than a rumble, “But maybe we don't give your neighbours a fucking show.”

You look thoroughly kissed when you look back at him, but he doesn’t think it’ll ever be enough. He leans in to kiss you once more to punctuate his sentence, watching as you duck your head, all shy, even though your arms are still around him. He knows now that when you ducked your head with Jamie, you were embarrassed. This is you properly flustered and it’s one of his favourite looks on you.

“Good call, yeah. Okay. I’m- I’m just around this corner, I think.”

“You think?”

“Shut up, you,” you whack him lightly on the shoulder, as the two of you resume walking, “Think you can make it all the way there?”

“I’d carry you if my knee wasn’t fucked,” he admits, watching you with a lopsided smile, “Really fucking like you, by the way. If that wasn’t proof. Thought you should hear me fucking say it.”

You close your eyes in a little half laugh - giddy, he thinks. 

“Well, I did wonder. We’ve spent a lot of time together the last few weeks for someone who doesn’t like spending time with people.”

“Your first clue,” he agrees, taking your hand with pride now as the two of you keep walking, turning the corner towards your house. The pace is a lot quicker than it was before. He hopes he knows why, “I’ll be less of a fucking idiot now. Promise.”

“Eh, don’t worry,” you shrug, letting go of his hand only to thread your arm through his and take hold of his hand again, even tighter, “Nothing sexier than fucking idiots. I like my men with no thoughts behind their eyes.”

He properly laughs at that, head tilted back, feeling your head against his arm as you laugh with him. You slow down, gesturing left. Your house. The two of you walk down the drive until you’re at the door, face to face again and Roy is having a small internal battle.

“Look, I know you said no show for the neighbours,” you begin, almost nervously, “But does that mean a…private show is totally off the table too?”

He watches you picking at your nails. Can’t help it. He pulls you in for another breathless kiss, just to watch you come alive again, confident and fucking into him, however much of a miracle it seems. You pull away this time, clearly keen for an answer, but he groans.

“Tryin’ to be a fucking gentleman, here. Why don’t we do dinner tomorrow? Proper date. And I’ll fucking pick you up.”

You giggle. Still, there’s a glint in your eyes, as you sigh melodramatically.

“That does sound nice. Only thing is, there could be an intruder in here, you know? So, and I’ll only ask once more and then I promise I’ll let you go if you say no, but maybe you should walk me to my bedroom? To make sure I’m safe, you know? And then you can pay for my breakfast in the morning like a good old fashioned gentleman, if you want.”

You’re looking up at him, all hopeful again. His resolve is dwindling. You spin your keys around one finger and its a simple gesture, but it’s the final straw.

“I’m paying for your fucking lunch too,” he growls, diving into you once again. He’s beside himself when he hears you mutter a faint ‘thank fuck’ as you fumble to unlock the door and all but drag him inside.

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if you've read this far, i fucking love you, you beautiful sunflower <3 requests open for this angry man and his favourite jamie tartt if you're interested!!

#roy kent x reader #roy kent #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent imagine #roy kent x you

[f0rtunes-fool]

Milgram characters playing Monopoly (some random HCs I made)

Haruka - Does not want to be the dog piece. Doesn't know how to play, so one of the other players typically have to tell him what to do as he goes along. Pretty much just happy to be there since he's getting attention. Has the least amount of properties bought.

Yuno - Doesn't care for the game too much, but plays it anyway. At some point another player (probably Mahiru) buys a space she wanted and she silently holds a grudge against them for the rest of the game. Has a fair amount of properties.

Fuuta - Oh boy. When he's unhappy with a roll, everyone knows it. Probably the type of player to just get progressively more pissed off as things go on. He keeps landing on properties that others have bought and it's slowly draining his money. He ends up landing on one of Shidou's properties with a hotel and gives up trying. Has maybe one or two properties. Kotoko calls him a bad player and he tries to start a fight.

Muu - Actually kind of good at the game. Has somehow remained stocked up on money for most of the game because she keeps asking Haruka for his, and he doesn't mind giving it to her. She keeps trying to get out of paying tax to other players by guilt tripping them. Has a few properties, some with one or two houses.

Shidou - Relatively good at the game (he probably played it with his family.) Definitely has the smartest method when it comes to property management - investing everything into one property and fully upgrading it before founding another. Has been calm the entire game and nobody can tell what he's thinking about. Has one or two fully upgraded properties.

Mahiru - Mostly just goes for the properties she likes, more than anything. Not the greatest player, but not the worst either. She's pretty much just happy to be here. Has a fair amount of properties across the board.

Kazui - The banker. Actually kind of good at the game, though he does end up in jail a few times. Has to stop Kotoko and Fuuta from fighting. Usually the one who has to give pointers on how to play to Haruka and Amane. Has a few of the more expensive properties on the board.

Amane - Keeps trying to take money from the bank. Has been silently staring at the board with a blank stare the entire game as she plays, and nobody knows if that's a good thing or not. Probably the type of player to try and flip the board at some point if she gets annoyed. Has a few properties to her name, but nothing major.

Mikoto - Has spent like 75% of the game in jail. Nobody knows how he keeps getting sent there, especially him, but he insists he finds it funny. Spends most of his time talking to the other players. Has a couple of properties that he's managed to buy (when not in jail.)

Kotoko - By far the most complex player, rivalling Shidou in terms of prowess at the game. Switches sporadically between pointing out mistakes/flaws in the other players' decisions (especially Fuuta's) to being completely silent and observing what's going on the entire game. Nobody knows which is worse. Has somehow avoided going to jail the entire game. Has a few well stocked properties. Ready and willing to fight.

Es - Does not want to be here, probably only forced to. Refuses to play, claiming that it's not something a warden should do.

#perry the fucking platyplus godammit #drywallisedible #milgram #milgram project #milgram headcanons #haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuriha #es milgram

[mapileonxputellas]

Confusion (Mapi Leon x Reader Part 3)

The long awaited Part 3, thank you all so much for the patience and all your help coming up with ideas.

I may come back to this for a part 4 but I want to take a break and do some requests next.

Suggestions one, two, three and four. Thank you!

Pre-season seemed to fly by and before you knew it the season had begun, Barca as expected starting on a winning streak and you made substitute appearances in both of the matches. You understood at this point that it was a matter of getting your fitness back up to their elite standard and you were now fighting for your position back.

Mapi and Alexia had been amazing though, either one or both of them joined you every weekend when you weren’t playing for a day out. When your first away match happened, Mapi had organised for her parents to look after Bella for the night when your babysitter had to cancel on you.

“You know you don’t have to do this right.” You told Mapi when she told you about her plan. “I’m just going to say I can’t go.”

“Stop being so damn stubborn and just accept the help.”

“You know from the night we met, she doesn’t settle when I’m not around. Maybe it was all just a mistake.”

“Don’t think like that, look we can go round to their place tonight and introduce Bella to them, they love children and honestly she’s going to love them. I can even bring Bagheera round to yours for the night when we’re away and she’ll forget you’ve even gone.” Mapi was firmly one of Bella’s favourite people in the world but if anyone was close to her it was that cat, you’d introduced them a few weeks ago and now every night she had to facetime Mapi and check in on her new feline friend.

“Are you sure they don’t mind?”

“They offered when I told them what was happening, I promise they don’t mind and if anything does happen when we’re away they’ll call straight away.”

“Ok.”

Thankfully the night away went without any trouble, as Mapi has reassured you, Bella was fine with the cat and her parents. The day after you had promised to make up for your time away by taking her to the zoo, which Mapi tagged along for even though you had reassured her several times she didn’t need to. She definitely filled a gap you always knew was there in your lives, even though you’d tried your absolute best to be everything Bella needed you knew she needed someone fun to weigh out the parental figure you had to be.

That was all done over the weekend though and now it was time to get back into training and focus on the important matters of the first Champions League match in a few days time.

You’d been spending extra time on the training field, determined to make sure you wouldn’t be a weak link in the team, even though all the stats in your substitute appearances had proven to the public that you were still the same player as before.

As you were coming out of the shower in the washroom adjoined to the changing room you could hear some of the other girls come in.

“Where’s Y/N?” You heard Jana ask whoever else was in there. “I thought she would be finished by now.”

You could almost picture the smirk on Ingrid’s face as she answered. “Probably wants to stay as long as possible, get out of her responsibilities for a bit longer.”

“What do you mean?”

“All I’m saying is that it must be hard on the little girl having a mum who has to be away for so long and then doesn’t even spend time with her when she’s here.”

You’d grown used to detecting people from their voices and the next to question her was definitely Ana. “What? What are you talking about?”

“I just heard Mapi talking about the babysitter she has along with the nursery she already sends her to. I heard that she went out last night after leaving her with Mapi’s parents the night before.”

“That’s crazy.” And not true.

“I think she maybe even uses the kid to trap Mapi.”

“Trap her?”

“I just think she doesn’t want to let the kid down anymore, she kind of feels like she has to hang around with them.”

“What and you get this impression from Mapi?”

“I’m just saying that she no longer has time to spend with me anymore, like she’s always so apologetic and almost feels sorry for the kid.”

You couldn’t listen to anymore of this, every sentence more felt like another knife in your chest. You knew Ingrid was well liked within the squad, especially because of whatever was going on between her and Mapi, they’d all believe her. It was like you were almost back to square one. But as you quickly got changed and snook out the back door you failed to hear Alexia and Claudia storming in.

“What did you just say about her?” Alexia questioned the Norwegian, who quickly quietened down with the two new arrivals. “No go on because you’ve obviously got a lot to say.”

“Alexia….”

“Where do you actually get off on making this up? Like some of that is laughable.”

“You don’t know it’s not the truth.”

“I know a lot more than you do,” Not wanting to reveal just how much she knew about Mapi spending time with you. “Even if it was true, like why is it any of your business to spread this around, she’s meant to be your teammate.”

“I get bad vibes from her.”

“I really couldn’t care less, just don’t go spreading stuff like this about her, either of them in fact. She’s an amazing mum and if you can’t see that then maybe you’re the issue.”

…..

Alexia could practically feel the steam coming out of her ears as she rung the doorbell to her friend’s flat. She’d messaged you on the way indirectly checking you weren’t here and was glad that you seemed fine, presuming you’d quickly gone home following the training session.

“Your girlfriend is a piece of work.” Mapi had no idea who Alexia was talking about as she barged her way into the kitchen, immediately noticing the scattering of kid’s toys on the floor in the living room, the child’s bottle on the kitchen side. All things that would never have been here less than two months ago.

“Who? What’s going on?”

“I walked into the changing room after training expecting to find Y/N but instead I’m met with Ingrid spouting some shit about how bad of a mum she is and how she’s trapping you in this friendship through Bella because that’s how you’re describing it.”

“Firstly she’s not my girlfriend. Secondly, what?”

“Exactly you and I both know it’s not like that but if I hadn’t have come in at that moment they’d all be believing her.”

“I never said anything like that, well….” A moment of realisation coming as to where Ingrid has taken this from and exaggerated the truth to make this story.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, Ingrid was just bugging me about spending the day with her on Sunday but I wanted to spend it with those two so I just said that I couldn’t let them down and Bella knew I was already coming.”

“So you don’t know where she got the story about Y/N being out on Sunday night when we both know she was feeling guilty about leaving Bella for one night.”

“She hates leaving her at any time, there’s no way she would leave her two nights in a row without needing to.”

“This is all just so fucked up.” Alexia complained silently banging her head against the table. “We both know that Ingrid is only saying this because she’s jealous.”

“Jealous of me spending time with them.”

“Well that and the fact that you’ve always loved Y/N.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mapi’s defences came up, immediately busying herself with tidying the already immaculate surface.

“You keep telling yourself that, all I’m saying is that you two will always have this connection that’s different from everyone else and Ingrid can see that already. I’m just glad she didn’t hear what was said today or that would really knock her confidence but you’ve got to sort this out before it gets even more messy.”

“I’ll try.”

“I’m not losing my best friend from all this, either you tell Y/N the truth and confront Ingrid or I will.”

“I promise I’ll try.”

…..

That promise came in the form of distancing herself from you to try and figure out the feelings she had for you. Two weeks passed and there was minimal contact time between the both of you, excuses were made as to why she couldn’t hang around with you at the weekend and you almost never saw her in the changing rooms. Even though you knew she probably had a lot going on right now with the whole Vilde situation it still felt like you were the problem in this.

Maybe Ingrid was right, maybe she did feel trapped and she finally decided she didn’t want to spend any time with you. Maybe she was seeing the other side to this, the side that your parents took. They didn’t believe in you as a mother and neither did she but if that’s how she saw it then maybe everyone else did as well. So you segregated yourself from the group, coming in for the minimum time for training, leaving before anyone could invite you anywhere. When you could see Alexia coming over you would quickly make a break for it because if there’s one thing that would break your heart more than anything else it was realising you’d lost them all over again and you knew that would break Bella’s heart as well.

But your actions confused Mapi herself. Just when she finally got the courage to make a move you seemed to retreat into yourself. Whenever she tried to partner up with you in a match you would immediately grab the closest person. Whenever she tried to speak to you after a match you would immediately head for the changing room. She couldn’t work out what had happened and though her first instinct was to just come over and see what the problem was, she also knew that was your space and you were obviously avoiding her for a reason.

“Mama?” It had been four weeks since the incident and the two of you were spending the Saturday after your match cuddled you’re your bed watching Frozen once again, though you could see her mind was elsewhere.

“Yes Bella.”

“Where’s Mapi? She hasn’t come round in ages.”

“I know, she’s just a bit busy at the moment but she misses you very much.”

“I miss her too.”

“I know you do.”

“And Bagheera.”

“And Bagheera.” You confirmed pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I promise mama will fix it soon but right now it’s just you and me. Like always.”

“Love you mama.”

“I love you too.”

Though you knew this couldn’t last forever anyway, you knew at some point you would have to make the first move for Bella’s sake. She’d got attached to Mapi and you could only hope that she wouldn’t let the girl down.

…..

The start of that week started with an injury, you’d been immediately ruled out of training for the rest of the week to hopefully lessen the strain in your hamstring. If that wasn’t bad enough since giving birth you occasionally had very bad periods and it felt like the world chucking everything at you all at once. On the second day of basically just hobbling round the flat trying to watch over Bella as you couldn’t take her to nursery, it had started. Not only did the cramps follow but the migraines started and all you wanted to do was sleep. Something that couldn’t happen with a two year old.

It had never been this bad before though. Even in the middle of the afternoon you couldn’t keep your eyes open and Bella was concerned when she turned to find you wincing into the pillow.

“Mama? Mama?” You could feel her hands on your sides training to get your attention but the bright lights forced your eyes closed, it almost felt hard to breath as the pain rippled through your head but you didn’t want to scare the child too much. “Mama.”

“Get mama’s phone and call number 1 like I taught you to, can you do that?” You knew at this point there was no way you could look after her in this state.

“Yes mama.”

“Good girl.

Almost in preparation for something like this happening you had taught Bella as soon as she was able to how to ring someone for help. In your state though and with the stress of the past few weeks you’d forgotten that Mapi had forced you to change the speed-dial list so she was the first one it would call.

This also came as a shock to Mapi. She was just making her way out of training when she felt her phone vibrating and looked down to find you name on the screen after almost a month of not speaking to each other. “Hello?”

“Mapi…” If Bella’s voice didn’t panic her enough the scared tone of the little girl’s voice definitely rung alarm bells.

“Hi Bella, what are you doing on mama’s phone?” She tried to keep calm.

“Mama not feeling too well, asleep on the sofa and she won’t open her eyes. Told me to call the number like she showed me to.”

“What a clever girl you are.” Mapi tried not to panic the girl, signalling to Alexia to rush to her car and start driving. “I’m sure mama is just really tired, stay on the phone with me and I’ll be there soon.”

Alexia must have sensed from Mapi’s words that something had happened and broke probably ever speed limit to make her way to your house as quick as possible. Mapi stayed on the phone, trying to use every distraction technique possible to sooth the worried girl but the panic was rising in all three of them.

“Sort this shit out today.” Alexia whispered to Mapi as they pulled up, Mapi coming off the phone after she instructed Bella to open the door. “I’m serious Mapi, we’re not leaving until this is sorted. I’ve let the two of you do whatever this is for the last few weeks but I want my friend back.”

“I promise I’ll sort it.”

The door opened to reveal the little girl, obvious tear marks down her face a good indicator that this serious.

“Hey Bella, why don’t we go and play upstairs and Mapi will sort your mama out. Come on.” Alexia led the little girl upstairs and Mapi headed into the living room, being met with your body on the sofa.

“Y/N. Y/N.” Mapi gently stroked her hand down your cheek, already feeling how hot you were under her touch, thankfully seeing you respond as you winced even as Mapi tried to whisper.

“Bella?”

“She’s with Alexia, she’s fine just worried about her mum. What’s going on?”

“Migraine. Cramps.” You struggled to get out. “Head feels like it’s about to explode.”

“Come on lets get you to bed.” She knew at this point there was nothing she could do to help you other than get you some more pain relief and transfer you into your bed. She gently transferred you into her arms, carefully ascending the stairs and going straight to your room. After placing you under the covers she drew the curtains to block the light out and ran down stairs to get you the medication and a hot water bottle she found under the sink.

“Stay.” You whispered when she came back, the room finally dark enough for you to open your eyes so you could take the tablets and place the bottle on your stomach. “Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Though you knew there was a conversation to be had you let yourself drift off to sleep, always aware of the hand now holding your own and your new appreciation to the woman beside you.

…..

Though the sleep didn’t fully get rid of the pain it was definitely a lot more manageable when you woke up a few hours later. You immediately noticed the missing person beside, taking your time getting steady and changing into some pyjamas before finding out what was happening in the rest of the house.

You quietly came down the stairs not wanting to reveal your presence and glanced into the living room to find Mapi and Bella covered under a blanket, a few slices of pizza in front of them as they watched Moana.

“I missed you.” You heard Bella say to Mapi, taking a seat on the stairs even though you knew you shouldn’t eavesdrop like this. “Where have you been?”

“I’ve missed you too, a lot’s been happening at the moment but I promise that won’t happen again.”

“Mama’s sad without you around.”

“I’m sad without you two around.”

“What about Bagheera?”

“Bagheera’s sad as well, she wants her best friend back.”

“I missed her too. Can I see her soon?”

“I’m sure your mama and I can organise something.”

You took this moment to announce your presence. “What are you two doing without me hey? Watching my favourite movie.”

“See Bella I told you mama would be fine.” Mapi said lifting the blanket so you could sit on the other side of Bella.

“Mama fine?”

“Mama’s fine, she just had a bit of a headache and with my poorly leg it was a bit hard to move but I’m a lot better now. Have you been looked after by Mapi and Alexia?”

“Alexia left but Mapi and I had pizza and then we watched Frozen and then we watched Moana….”

“But now that you’ve seen her you have to go to bed like we agreed.”

“Ok.” She knew it wasn’t worth the argument and gave you a kiss on the cheek, exchanging an I love you, before the two of them disappeared upstairs. You hadn’t realised how long it had been since you’d eaten so you almost inhaled two slices of pizza before letting them settle as Mapi reappeared.

“Hey, thank you for today.”

“I hope it’s ok that I gave her pizza, she was upset and that seemed like the best tactic to feed her and stop the tears.”

“I must have really scared her.”

“You couldn’t help it either, it was just an accident and she’s fine now. Plus you taught her the skills in that situation, you should be proud of yourselves.”

“That you and thank you for picking up the phone. You don’t know how much it meant to me.”

“I told you when you came back that I would be here for you and Bella, that includes times like this. Don’t ever hesitate to ask for some help, you should have come to me when you even just had the first inkling that you were unwell.”

“I didn’t exactly know if I could call you.” Though the words had a hint of anger in them it was mostly just sadness as to where the two of you were.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“You did it first.” You argued back, without even knowing it you both sounded like arguing teenagers glaring at each other before you let the sadness break through. “I thought you didn’t want to be around me anymore after all the rumours.”

“How do you know about the rumours?” Shit.

“I heard them one day, Ingrid telling everyone about what a bad mother I was and how I was trapping you. I just presumed everyone believed her and you wouldn’t want to see me anymore just like everyone else who’s cut me off. So I thought it was just easier to then avoid you as well before you cut me off completely.”

“How much did you hear?”

“I wasn’t about to stay and listen to her talk shit about me all day. I just heard that and left.”

“You know if you’d have stayed probably ten seconds later you would have heard Alexia stop her, telling everyone how that wasn’t true. No-one believes that and I certainly don’t.” She reached over to pull you into her side, her arm over your shoulder as you cuddled into her. “Who cares what she thinks, I’ve seen you with Bella and you’re the best mum she could wish for.”

“Then why did you ignore me? It felt like I was back at square one again with everyone against me, I thought it would be different this time but again it was just radio silence”

“Because this is all just so complicated. I wanted Ingrid to stop talking shit about you but then I also knew I maybe had some feelings to get my head around.”

“What?” You looked up to find nerves etched all over her face.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you all those years ago and that’s why it broke my heart when you moved away because not only was I losing my best friend, but I was also losing the girl I loved.”

“But what about Ana and Ingrid?”

“Firstly I’m not with Ingrid, we hooked up once and there’s been a crossed wire but I’ve made it clear to her now that nothing’s going on and nothing ever will be. But neither of them have come close to you, you always had my heart and then when I met you again all these feelings came back and I had to work out what to do with them.”

“What are you going to do with them?” You whispered back almost scared to break the moment.

“I can’t ignore them any longer, the panic I felt today when I thought there was something wrong with you was on another scale. If you don’t feel the same way then I have to accept that but I can’t lie any longer.”

“Mapi.” You grabbed the girl’s cheeks to make eye contact, the nerves also eminent in her eyes “Kiss me.”

“There’s no going back from this you know.”

“You’re obviously blind as well because I’ve loved you since the moment I met you as well. All those flings were just a distraction to get my head off you even though it never worked.”

That was all the confirmation she needed before she sealed her lips onto yours. The kiss was nothing you’d ever experienced before, like you were pouring all your emotions into this one kiss as you carefully moved to straddle her lap. This was everything you’d ever imagined as you tangled your hands in her hair as her own caressed your hip.

“I love you.” You whispered taking the risk of saying it first. “I know my life is a mess at times and it’s complicated and there’s probably a million more girls out there who would be a million times easier to be with than I am.”

“I love you too. I promise I’ll be there for the two of you now and if I hear anyone make a comment about the two of you then I’ll be the first to defend you. Just know that you’re the best mum and whatever happens I won’t let the two of you down.”

“You’re the best.”

“No you are but serious now, please can we get Bella and Bagheera together again. That cat won’t stop crying and begging me to take her out.”

“You obviously haven’t seen my fridge then, I don’t think you can actually see any of the surface for drawings of that cat.”

#mapi leon imagine #mapi leon #alexia putellas #mapi leon x reader #barcelona femeni #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #espwnt #espwnt x reader #woso x reader

[httpsdana]

Heyy can you do prompt 90 and 92 with Eric García? Where reader is like one of the Barca players little sister (and they aren’t allowed to date) and they get in an argument because reader doesn’t want to be a secret anymore. Sorry if that’s to complicated. Love your work btw it is great!!! <33

Misunderstanding~Eric Garcia

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90-“honestly? I am so fucking tired of being your secret.”

92-“I really never meant for me to hurt you.” “but you did.”

A few months ago

"do you wanna go out for lunch? my friend told me about this restaurant that has some really good food" y/n suggested, sitting herself down next to Eric

Eric lets out a sigh, before looking up at y/n

"you know we can't do that" he said, making y/n roll her eyes

"why not?" she asked, annoyed by his answer

"Ansu should never know about us. and going out would just make it very obvious. our pictures would be online in seconds" he replied, he too getting annoyed

y/n let out a frustrated sigh

"I told you Ansu doesn't care. we could just tell him and he wouldn't give a shit if we're dating or not" she explained, this not being the first time they fight over this topic

She has always wanted to tell eveyone they're dating, but Eric avoided the topic, saying Ansu would freak out if he knew his sister was dating one of his best friends

It was getting frustrating to the point were y/n was starting to think he's ashamed of her.

"I don't want to risk my friendship with your brother just because you think he wouldnt care. what if he does? I would lose you and Ansu too. And I don't want that" he raised his voice a bit, getting angry at how she was acting

“honestly? I am so fucking tired of being your secret.” she yelled back

"then maybe we should break up!" he yelled back, immediately regrating his words, but he still kept silent not wanting to give in easily

y/n was surprised by his answer but nodded her head anyways, ignoring the aching in her heart

"yeah maybe its better that way. I'll come take my stuff tomorrow when you're at training. bye Eric" she said before taking her phone and walking out of the door of his apartment

Present Time

It has been months since that fight, and y/n would lie if she said she was over Eric. They had been dating since Eric arrived to Barcelona, and he meant a lot to her.

"hey you ready?" Ansu asked, appearing at the door of his sister's bedroom

"yeah, let me just grab a jacket" she got her jacket and followed her brother

It was the first match at their temporarily stadium, before the Liga started, and it would be the first time she'll see Eric after their nasty break up

"are you gonna be okay?" Ansu asked, placing his hand on her shoulder

She smiled and nodded her head. She told him everything. He knows about her and Eric. And knows what happened between them. She made him promise not to tell Eric and not to act differently around him

"yeah don't worry. I'm gonna have to face him sooner or later" she shrugged, before they started heading to the stadium

After a brilliant win for barça, y/n found herself walking to the pitch with the other WAGs, to congratulate the players for the amazing game they had.

She walked to Ansu, wrapping her arms around him from behind, making him turn around

"that goal was amazinggg. I'm so proud of you" she hugged him tightly

"thank you y/n... go talk with Eric yeah?" he whispered, y/n's smile slowly fading, before she nodded

Ansu pointed towards Eric, who was looking at them already. Ansu pressed a kiss on her forehead before ushering her towards Eric

"hey" Eric mumbled, as soon as y/n stood in front of him

"hi" she said back in the same low voice

"how are you doing?" he asked

"been better" she shrugged, making the guilt rush over Eric's face

“I really never meant for me to hurt you.” he said, the guilt and regret evident in his voice

“but you did.” she said back, finally looking up to meet his eyes

Eric didn't say anything, only avoided her eyes and nodded his head

"Ansu knows by the way. I told him everything, and he said he wouldn't have minded us dating" she said blankly, making Eric's eyes snap to hers

"he did?" he asked, not believeing it. If it was true then he was an idiot for breaking up with her because of that

"yeah. he was the one who told me to come talk to you now too" she said

"I'm so sorry y/n. If I had known Ansu would agree i-" he was interrupted by y/n

"if you had believed me from the first time I told you Ansu doesn't care then maybe we would've still been together now and I'd be wearing your name on my back and not my brother's" she said back in a sharp tone

"I'm really sorry y/n. that was a dick move and I should've believed you from the start. please let me make it up to you" he begged, grabbing her hands in his

y/n thought about it. She missed Eric so much, and just wanted to have him back. But she didn't want to seem as if she's jumping to the first chance she got to get back with him

"how do I know you won't do the same thing as before" she asked

"I promise you it won't. Let me take you out for dinner, let's post pictures together. wear my name on you back. let's have what we had before again. let's let everyone know that I love you, and I never stopped loving you" he was begging her for her chance, a chance to make it up for everything he messed up

She smiled and nodded her head, making Eric smile too. He kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her

She snaked her arms around his waist and hugged him back

"I promise you won't regret it" he mumbled into her hair

Ansu watched his sister and teammate together. He gave y/n the thumbs up, making her smile and wave at him

#football #football blurb #football imagine #football one shot #football x reader #footballer imagine #barcelona #fc barça #fc barcelona #barca fc #fc barca #barça #barca #eric garcia x reader #eric garcia imagine #eric garcia blurb #eric garcia x you #eric garcia x y/n #eric garcia one shot #eric garcia fluff #eric garcia fic #eric garcia #ansu fati

[kcwriter-blog]

Defeating the Big, Bad Wolf

The always amazing corseque has theorized that a boss fight with the mutant dragon/wolf Fen’ Harel is inevitable. The default world state on the Keep has the Inquisitor choosing to stop Solas. In other words, BioWare wants our new protagonist to kill Solas. That’s the plan. That’s what they’ve been leading up to. That’s what they think game players want. 

I’m not saying most players don’t want to “scramble the egg” as they put it. There is enough hated for Solas on the fan sites for that to be believable. At the end of the day though, BioWare is supposed to be about choices. We were given a big one at the end of Trespasser and it would suck if BioWare chose not to honor that. 

If all choices lead to us having to kill Solas, that isn’t a game I want to play. Not because I personally love Solas (I do) but because I consider it lazy writing to turn such a nuanced character into Thanos or Corypheus. He deserves better if that is what some of us want for him. 

I don’t think Weekes is a lazy or boring writer. However, if they were told by others on the team to make it so, that’s how it will go. 

How could BioWare give us the “redeemed” ending some of us asked for and still ensure the big boss fight they have been leading up to happens?

One theory is that this is all a distraction. There is a bigger boss out there that we will have to defeat. Maybe. Another option is the old trope “The villain decided he was wrong and died saving the world.” Boring, but also plausible. It’s also possible that Solas dies but is reborn in the Fade as a Wisdom spirit. He won’t remember anything about his past self, but he will at least be at peace.

I have another option. I don’t think we will see it, but I felt I had to throw it out there into the void. I just finished reading Asunder. In it, Wynn gathers a couple of mages and heads out to Adamant to save a Tranquil who has been researching how to reverse the Rite of Tranquility. When they arrive, they discover that the Tranquil managed to reverse the Rite but in doing so became possessed by a powerful demon. 

Wynn believes the situation is salvageable. She enacts a ritual that rips a huge hole in the Veil. She and the mages enter the Veil (not physically) with the goal of fighting the demon on its own turf. It takes the mages, Wynn and the spirit of Faith she carries with her to defeat it. Once they do and return to the waking world, the Tranquil is alive and no longer possessed. 

What would this mean for a good ending? Solas and the Dread Wolf seem to be separate creatures. In banter, Cole remarks that Solas is in two places at once, meaning the waking world and the Fade. Solas brushes it off by saying that he wanders the Fade a lot and that is probably what Cole is sensing. What if it isn’t? What if Solas is separated from his demon by the Veil?

If so, our protagonist can enter the Fade, do the boss fight most players have been salivating over and instead of killing Solas save him. Free of the Dread Wolf, Solas can become whatever he was before his spirit was twisted into a Pride demon. That might still result in him “dying” a la Wisdom in his personal quest, but maybe he will have enough sense of self left to “push through” and become mortal. 

I like this ending for several reasons. One, everyone gets what they want. Two, Solas has a chance to start undoing the damage he caused. A sacrificial act, while dramatic, does not really equal atonement. You can’t atone if you are dead. 

As I said, that is a very unlikely scenario. All foreshadowing points to Solas’ death at the end of DAD. It makes me sad because the ending could have been much more interesting. 

#solas #dragon age inquisition #solas dragon age #solavellan #solasmance #dragon age #fen'harel #solas dread wolf #I won't finish the game if I have to kill Solas I just can't do it

[ala-baguette]

If Harry couldn’t be an Auror for whatever reason, what Job do you think he be happy doing instead?

I’ve been mulling over this Ask for some time, trying to come up with an appropriate answer.  But I just… can’t.  Harry’s an Auror. 

(Very minor KWTL spoilers in that to know my opinion on this is to know where I'm going with the story, but I think we're mostly past that anyway)

I know the fandom has assigned him several other alternative careers—most commonly, I think I have heard Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts professor and professional Quidditch player.  I see their merits, but… that’s just not my Harry. I would love him to be in a nice, safe profession like a professor.  And yes—I think the DA proved that he would be great at it.  But honestly, Harry started the DA to stick it to people like Umbridge and Fudge.  Not because he found teaching fulfilling in its own right.  It was his way of fighting back while he was feeling his most powerless.  After Umbridge was gone, Harry showed no interest in continuing the DA.  Neville and Luna even asked him to at the start of HBP, and he still just brushed them off saying there was “no point.”  Maybe he would have come by for the occasional guest lecture gig, but I don’t see him happy sitting behind a desk, grading papers, docking house points, planning lessons, writing exams…  The boy’s just not that patient.  It doesn’t feel like his calling. As for becoming Quidditch star, we all know my boy’s got the skills, and we know he feels passion for Quidditch and for flying.  But in a post-war world, I think that level of fame would be off-putting.  Throughout his youth, Harry has moments where he seems to enjoy being the centre of attention when he feels it is for something he deserves (Quidditch matches, Triwizard Tournament wins), but I do feel stepping into the Quidditch world post-war is a different level.  This is willingly accepting more fame that there’s no turning off or stepping away from.  And while Harry would never consider Quidditch frivolous, I do think he wants his career to mean something more.  While preparing for their career advice in OotP, Hermione scoffs that she doesn’t want to be an Auror because she doesn’t see it as adequately “worthwhile.”  Her scope is big.  She wants to change the world in a more systematic way.  But to Harry, I think being an Auror is “worthwhile.”  To him, saving that one person is worthwhile.  Offering justice to someone who was wronged is worthwhile.  He's not looking to fix all the problems in the world and prevent future ones like Hermione wants to.  He wants to help people directly.  Being an Auror to Harry is about being able to stand up for the little guy.  It’s about being able to protect people from going through the things he’s been through.  It’s about having the opportunity to solve puzzles and track clues and satiate his curiosity.  And let’s be honest, it’s about getting that nice little kick of adrenaline.  Honestly, there’s nothing more “Harry” than all that. I do understand why so many people dislike the idea of Harry becoming an Auror so much.  I get it.  I do.  I understand the reluctance to unite him to the Ministry after all they did to wrong him.  But, at least in my headcanon, this is Kingsley’s Ministry, not Fudge’s or Scrimgeour’s.  While it may have taken a while for Kingsley to prove it to Harry, I have to believe things changed post-war.  And of course, I understand the feeling that Harry went through so much, he deserves to be able to step away from all that pain and fighting and death.  Of course, I want that for him too.  But…  Does Harry deserve the quiet life?  Yes, undoubtedly!  Does Harry want the quiet life?  Possibly.  Sometimes.  Does Harry do what’s good for him?  Never. So I’m sorry, kind Anon.  I suppose all of this is me telling you I can’t answer your Ask.  Harry is an Auror.  He was an Auror in my head before JKR even came out and said he was an Auror, and I’m terribly stuck in my headcanons.  (Though, regarding him going on to become Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, to hell with that, Cursed Child!)

#harry potter headcanon #post war #Harry is an auror #no convincing me otherwise

[rawliverandgoronspice]

"…minimize the toll of time taken on both of them the same way it did for Zelda, especially since they semi-turn to stone immediately after. There are a lot of dialogue bits that feel like they are here for damage control and reassure us that the nice things are nice and the bad things are bad…"

So much yesssss. I honestly wonder if they did that because the story plays in a way where Link at no point feels like an active participant in any of what is happening.

Like "Oh yes there are consequences… but don't worry nothing is really gonna happen until we're in the present time with Link." It's weird how it almost feels like the game doesn't even acknowledge calamity Ganon. Not saying we need this huge cutscene about it, but imagine just showing Calamity Ganon being born at the same time as Zelda turns into a dragon. Showing the immediate negative consequences, and how Hyrule now has to wait millennia for totk-Link to finish what was started.

Hey, thanks for the ask, and sorry for the wait!

Yeah, I think there *was* a way to connect past and present more efficiently --using the past as revealing new information to guide objectives in the present-- but I think it would have gone against their open world philosophy (which didn't really mesh with the kind of story they tried to tell). As a consequence, nothing in the present really happens either honestly? The consequence to restoring a region involves giving you a tactical advantage and having some key players moving to the main Lookout Camp, but fundamentally you could skip all of it and lose almost nothing plot-wise, because the philosophy is: you can beat the game in any way you want.

And while I think it worked for BotW, where rediscovering that world you lost is never mandatory but it does give you emotional stakes in the fight ahead on top of helping you prepare your final battle, here it just feels... meandery? Your main goal is to find Zelda, but you don't actually have to find Zelda. You can finish the whole game without having invested a single thought into finding Zelda beyond the tutorial area. The overarching objective to Destroy Ganon worked in BotW because it remained the core pillar all the way, literally staring you in the eye from all across the map: every other quest objective is nested in the first one and optional by default, and it is made abundantly clear what the game expects of you while guiding you to opportunities to make your journey easier and more grounded as you rediscover Hyrule (gradually mastering the land, your own abilities, and your understanding of your place in that land to give you the best possible chance --mastering the Wild and becoming part of it, if you may).

But here? The game *tries* to hide its core objective (which is to Destroy Ganondorf: this is what actually triggers the ending credits sequence, not finding Zelda, which triggers... nothing at all actually) in a mystery the game... isn't actually that invested in gameplay-wise.

For example: you go handle the issues in the various regions because there are problems to fix and maybe you'll get information on where she is, which is honestly an assumption that is kind of based on... nothing? Why would the ritos facing an unnatural ice storm or the gorons facing a drug problem give you a clue on Zelda's location? Like yes, surely there is something weird going on and it might be linked to the same phenomenon that made Zelda disappear, but what makes you think going there will give you any hint of where she is? Honestly, the Lucky Clover sidequests almost feel like they should be the main quest given they actually involve Zelda sightings directly, but the fact that the game extra-diegetically categorize them as sidequests lets you immediately know these are all red herrings before you actually complete them...

But honestly: it would make sense to go look for her.... where she was last seen. Which is under Hyrule's Castle. And I didn't go there immediately, not because the game convinced me it was not necessary, or was too dangerous and I wasn't prepared yet, but because I knew for sure it was where Ganondorf would be, and so I pretended to be stupid so I would let the game lead me to its interest points while ignoring the glowing red hole under the core landmark of Hyrule where I had last seen Zelda and Ganondorf.

Sure, there was a glowing red boar in BotW screeching into the night, but. The game told me it's where the final boss was. Immediately. It was not trying to surprise me with that information. TotK, on the other hand, does an awkward little song and dance being like "oooooo I wooonder what you'll have to dooooo neeeext" and... it's pretty damn lame that I need to consciously course-correct the bad job the game does at leading me places to have a good time with it, using game design literacy to assume what I should and shouldn't do not to ruin my own experience as I play (same could be said for the Dragon's Tears as well, and it does an even worse job at it since I *did* spoil myself almost immediately, because I trusted the open world philosophy to carry into the memories like in BotW --and the fact that they are linear??? somehow?? without telling you and it's the only linear thing in the entire game?? is just so so so Not Good).

When I say the quest design of this game is a complete mess, I do mean it. It's layers upon layers of these baffling decisions, and I don't understand why they didn't apply any of the lessons learned in Breath of the Wild, given they were genuinely good and interesting lessons that have guided open world quest design ever since the game was released.

#asks #thoughts #totk #botw #totk spoilers #totk critical #when will my brain return from the imprisoning war... #quest design #narrative design #thanks for the ask!!! #sorry I used it to talk about something only loosely related as alwayyys.... #but like yeah as someone who worked on AAA open worlds #and a teacher who literally analyzed botw quest structure for lectures to aspiring gamedevs #I am genuinely shocked at the choices made here #(not to shame the actual quest designers I'm sure it's not their fault it doesn't look like the result of grounds level incompetence) #(it looks like weird priorities and directioral intervention and production stumping them in the face) #(I'm sure they tried their best given the circumstances and it's not a slight against them) #(but I refuse not to criticize the result because... it's astounding to me) #(after dropping breath of the wild it's just.... yeah it's really bizarre how much they didn't prioritize this at all)

[soggywert]

I'm new to your blog, but jeez I absolutely love your Top HCs.

Is there any possibility that you elaborate on trans Mav and bob? Only if you want to, no pressure at all.

TRANS!MAV AND TRANS!BOB

Thank you so much, I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the content so far! :) I hope to be pushing out some more hcs at some point

I’d love to elaborate, ofc! I could probably only do it in a list of just random thoughts on the two of them So I guess this calls for:

TRANS MAV AND TRANS BOB HCS EXTENDED VERSION (ft: nb Phoenix):

- Bob was out to Phoenix during their first kickboxing lessons (explained in next tg:m hc post!)

- Phoenix was so chill about it, and they actually ended up approaching Bob afterwards to ask about non-binary identity. Bob didn’t know much either, so they hung out after class to learn more about it. Give or take a few months, and Phoenix comes out as nb with she/they pronouns. 

- Phoenix borrows Bob’s old binders some days when they’re feeling a bit dysphoric

- Bob is one of the better rugby players out of the team, and when it comes to team picking, both usually fight for whos turn it is for Bob to be on

- Rooster was first to know about Bob and was so happy for him. They had classes together before Dagger Squad and grew close, so it was good to know Bob trusted him with that info. He’s so over protective and will jump to Bob’s side if someone dares say anything that gives the impression of them being transphobic It did remind him of Maverick a lot, and actually made him reconsider seeing him again, but always doubled down on that idea because of the papers incident

- Hangman was chill when finding it out, but was very new to the whole thing. For once, he wasn’t an asshole about something.

- Bob and Hangman are both from somewhere in the more southern states, you can hear it in their accents. So, like, hear me out: Hangman finds out about this and gets him a trans themed cowboy hat where it looks like a normal hat, but the liner on the inside is white, blue and pink themed. It’s custom, and thought it would be a nice gift. Bob actually really appreciates it and wears it where he can

- change room situation is that Bob uses the bathroom to change and get ready, because they now have individual bathrooms for people. It makes it easier than a stall, like most other places. 

- Vice Admiral Cyclone has ALWAYS been there to look after Bob and give him as much opportunity as possible. He always saw so much potential in him and did not want anyone else to push that down. He’s, in a sense, a bit of Bob’s own guardian angel, minus Bob getting into as much trouble as Maverick does.

on topic of mav, heres his hcs 

- Maverick was very very closeted and didn’t tell anyone when he first entered the navy. The first person to know was Carole, because they were both so open to each other about things and became very close. That was the one secret Carole could keep from Goose, till Mav told him.

- When Goose found out, he was over the moon that Mav felt he could trust him enough to know. Just like Roos and Bob, he became so protective over Mav. Both Carole and Goose were. It’s the Bradshaw way. If it was a comment about Mav’s height? Younger Goose in the early days would have threatened to knock a few teeth out. The two of them came to the conclusion that maybe fighting insults with sarcasm and wit was probably the safest way around things

THE ‘LADIES ROOM’ COMMENT ICE MADE (a thread)

- Ice did not know about Mav being trans. LET’S MAKE THAT CLEAR

- Ice and Mav making eye contact the whole time during their first debrief had been Mav’s first experience with what he thought was subtle transphobia. He hadn’t had this in a good long time, since he started T. 

- Ice was just curious with Maverick, and sent him one of his classic smiles because his gaydar was going crazy. Though when he heard the ‘just wondering... who’s the best?’ from Maverick, he came to the conclusion it was gonna be back and forth banter. The whole arrogant pilot scene honestly was just </3 miscommunication

- When Ice made the ladies room comment, Mav felt panic hit him harder than a brick. The dread crawl down his spine. He felt outed. How did this guy know? Was he gonna risk getting Goose and his ass kick out of Top Gun? Goose gripping onto his shoulder and doing that fake laugh grounded him, though. It past over everyones heads, it seemed.

- Mav by the end of the day felt horrible, so when Goose got him home, he didn’t leave till he knew Mav was feeling better. The watched bad tv shows together, got stuff off their chest. Mav tried not to cry over it

(END OF THREAD)

- okay now anyway when Ice found out he ended up apologising; over it, because he felt genuinely pretty shit realising the context.

- Mav usually changed in more private areas, and always had showers at home. He used his ocd (hc from pt 4 of my hc series) as an excuse for hygiene contamination

- ICE AND GOOSE WHERE LIKE MAVS PERSONAL BODY GUARDS - say something rude? Your ass is grass.

- Viper always looked out for Mav, ever since he was younger. He was keeping tabs on the kid after Duke died; when he found Mav was trans, he didn’t stop at nothing to try slipping him into the navy (he may be just a commander, but he has friends who are higher ups)

MAVERICK AND BOB HCS COMBO

- Maverick and Bob talk about the how protective Bradshaw’s are </3

- all throughout the dog fight rugby, Mav kept checking in on Bob to see how he was doing.

- The mavdad impulsiveness takes over when another person, even if it’s sarcastic or not entirely directed at Bob, says an insult.

- I feel ike i’ve already said this but Mav and Bob giving each other tips; and Bob helping Mav realise things are different now and he doesn’t have to be so discrete EVEN GETS MAV SOME HANDMADE PRIDE + PRONOUN PINS FOR WHEN PRIDE MONTH COMES AROUND

- OFTEN FOUND TALKING ABOUT THEIR GUARDIAN ANGELS. when Mav found out Cyclone was Bob’s guardian angel, he was so confused

- apart from Mav and Rooster, Bob is one of the closest people Mav has, because they genuinely treat each other liek family. They’ve both had similar yet so different life experiences, and they’ve become so close from them

- hear me out: Mav: do you want to play catch, son? Bob, tearing up at the father/son stereotypes he’s been included in: yeah, dad.

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I don’t know why but now Mav and Dagger Squad fam is giving me We’re the Millers vibes.

ALSO PRIDE MONTH DAGGER SQUAD

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Okay, I think this a wrap for the trans mav and bob hcs :) I wrote this a bit sleep deprived so it might not flow too well fdhgf; I hope you’ve enjoyed these hcs, and they’ve elaborated on a few more things I hope to be releasing the new tg:m hcs pt 5 soon (holy shit, there’s 5 of them already) and maybe, just maybe, some art and an animation 

HAVE A LOVELY DAY FDHDFHFG

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[itzy0megaverse]

could i request an a! itzy reaction to an alpha hitting on their o! s/o? BTW I LOVE YOUR WRTININGS <3

An : Oh no. This is gonna get spicy... 😳 and as always

THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT!!

A!Itzy's reaction to an alpha flirting with her S/O O!Reader

Requested : ✔️

Reader : Gn

Tw : unwanted advances?, also I can't flirt so it's just awkward... (only Ryujin's) catcalling, verbal assalt

Yeji

Yeji came to pick you up from work and was allowed to come sit with you in your office area just while you finish up. She found a spare seat and pulled it up near you, close enough to know she's with you but far enough so she doesn't distract you. Obviously, you know she's here but she'll always stay out of your way until you've finished everything and are ready to leave.

A co-worker comes up to your desk to talk through some paperwork. Yeji can't help but pay attention to the girl, noticing she's also an alpha and seems to be bending over your desk a little too obviously for Yeji's liking. Your girlfriend knows you're oblivious to this stuff so she wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't the first time this had happened. However, after discussing the paperwork issue, the alpha female leaves.

The thing is though, she comes back. She comes back after a deep breath and with a player smirk written on her face. "Hey, so... How about me and yo-" "Don't. Even. Think. About it." Yeji quietly snaps. The scariest thing is that she doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't talk at speed. She doesn't speak before thinking every word over. She just spits the words out lowly and death galres the girl.

"....Ok.... Sorry.." The girl says as she backs up and out of the room, slugging away out of the scary alpha's grasp. That scary alpha being your girlfriend. "Does she do that a lot?" Yeji turns to ask you. Not fully calmed down yet but not angry with you. "......Maybe.." You answer honestly. "I never saw it that way but now looking back...."

Yeji let's out a giggle at your naivety and leans back into the chair. "Well, she should back off now."

Lia

You're at an after party somewhere with your girlfriend Lia. When you say 'with' your girlfriend you actually mean she's left you in the care of her friend Somi while she went to find her members. You'd spoken to Somi many times before so you didn't feel so awkward when she dragged you around the place and ended up dragging you into a small circle of her guy friends.

Almost immediately, they asked if you and Somi were together and you both made it clear you weren't. The guy sat directly to your left then started to flirt with you but you made it clear that you weren't dating Somi but you weren't single either. As soon as that's made clear, he backs off, earning some respect from you.

The whole group chats away for a while and you occasionally join in but this isn't your crowd. You don't really fit in so you're relieved when Lia comes back with a smile on her face and a back hug just for you. She pecks your cheek before explaining. "All the members are upstairs in one of the bedrooms. We're just gonna play board games and get dru-"

"Aww you can do better than that, princess... How about you date a real alpha?" The guy to your left spoke shamelessly while standing up and holding his hand out for you to take. Clearly seeing your girlfriend right there and intentionally cutting her off.

.

"ExcuSE ME!?"

.

You practically scream in his face. You had almost no bad vibes from this guy right up until this point so his actions take you completely off guard. However, as usual, your girlfriend remains calm.

"Yes, excuse us. We don't want to be involved in a cock fight nor do we need to be." and, just to tease him, she offers you her hand in the same manner he did, seemingly letting you choose between them. That's what it would look like to him but you and Lia both know she wins a thousand times over.

Taking her hand, she walks you upstairs to where her members and their partners are waiting. She makes sure to ask if you're ok before you reach the door though. There's no hard feelings between you at all and she doesn't let it upset her too much. Lia knows its neither of your faults and is strong enough to just let it go and enjoy the rest of the night.

Ryujin

You're walking through the park calmly on a date with your girlfriend. Happily walking along. However, you weren't holding Ryujin's hand at this point like you normally would. Not because of an argument or anything bad, you'd both felt like getting food so you were on your phone looking up local restaurants to eat at.

That's when a woman walking past you assumes you aren't together. "Ayo!! What that mouth do!!" She screams. You look up to see who she's talking to and she's looking directly at you. "Huh!?" You blurt out shocked.

The alpha takes that as an invitation to walk over to you, standing a little too close. She repeats what she said over confidently. "I asked if you could show me what that mou-" "It bites your dick off." Ryujin snaps, wrapping an arm round your waist and guiding you away.

"Hey! I wasn't asking you, slut!" She yells out from behind you and your girlfriend spins round to take a swing at her. You catch her before she can. Left arm round her hips and right arm reaching to cup her face, you whisper to her. "It's not worth it, baby. You know I love you and that I'd never even do anything with someone like her... Let's just go."

You have to practically drag Ryujin away from the offensive alpha but you know it's just because she's extremely protective over you.

Chaeryeong

Itzy were hosting a party at their dorms with a few idol friends. Not exactly a small gathering but not a large one either. Everyone invited was also given a plus one so, if they were in a relationship, they could bring their partners along. That's how you ended up here, dancing in their living room, grinding against your girlfriend.

You had your back to her while she rest her chin on your shoulder and her hands on your hips. Sure, usually you have two left feet but, with your main dancer girlfriend guiding you, you could dance all night long. You look over your shoulder, up at Chaeryeong with a smile. It doesn't last long though.

An alpha comes up and stands in front of you, trying to also participate in the grinding. Immediately, you both stop. "Aww come onnnnn.. We're just having some fun here!!" "I'm having fun with my girlfriend, yeah! No one else!" Chaeryeong snaps as she steps in front and between you two.

Ignoring Chaeryeong, the alpha turns to speak to you directly, while pointing a finger directly into Chaeryeong's chest. "Come on.. Don't you get bored of her!? Just have fun for one night!!" Your eyebrows hit the roof as your girlfriends eyes roll with an added scoff. "Let's go." She says coldly, taking your hand and taking you away.

Chaeryeong wasn't sure where she was going, she just wanted to get away. So you take over and lead her into a quieter corridor where you could actually hear each other speak normally. Leaning your back against the wall, you pull her face to line up with yours. "I'd never get bored of you, Chaeryeong." You tell her affirmatively. Dispite her confidence in the situation, you know deep down those words would've hurt her. So you reassure her as soon as possible.

Yuna

Your girlfriend had taken you out on a date. Nothing fancy but special enough because she's with you. Yuna had just taken you on a shopping spree round the local town centre and you hadn't brought much (knowing you were going to be out all day and would have to carry it round) but the things you did have lay in bags at your feet.

They lay at your feet because you were currently sat outside a local restaurant waiting for your food to be delivered. The waiter had been to take your order and Yuna wasn't happy with him. "I swear he was trying to flirt with you." She jokingly complains. "Yuna, he was literally just asking for my order!!" You giggle back. "Oh nu-uh.. His eyes baby... The look in his e-" You give her a look to signal said waiters arrival so she cut herself off.

You both thank him as he places your food down and you begin to pick up the utensils, expecting him to walk away. When he picks up your glass, moves it so he can clear a space and rests his palm into the table to lean over you, you realise Yuna was 100% correct. "Now care to tell me what a perfect omega like you is doing single?"

You want to let him down gently, it'd feel harsh to treat him badly, but it's very difficult to not let out at least one smile or giggle. Not because of him, because of your girlfriend is the other side of the table completely cracking up, laughing her head off for the whole restaurant to hear. "I'm sorry. I have a girlfriend." You try and say calmly and without smiling at Yuna but pointing over to her to show him who your girlfriend is.

The guy nods, apologies and leaves, all while Yuna hasn't calmed down one bit. "God dammit Yuna! You didn't need to laugh at him!!" You say, smiling, taking the first bite of your meal to hide your embarrassment. Meanwhile, Yuna's literally crying she's laughing so hard.....

......and she'll only stop for 10 minutes before bringing it back up and cracking up all over again......

......and she'll keep doing that for the next hour.

#omegaverse #itzy #itzy imagines #itzy omegaverse #itzy chaeryeong #itzy lia #itzy reactions #itzy ryujin #itzy yeji #itzy yuna #itzy scenarios

[stainedglassthreads]

I’ve already compared and contrasted Toriel and Asgore’s loneliness, and talked at length about Asgore’s tendencies to cling to the past, especially in Deltarune. But it’s just occurred to me that every single Dreemurr clings to the past, to varying degrees.

Asriel does so most literally and visibly. He had a number of terrifying and traumatic changes thrust upon him, and was then gifted the power to reset time... but never far enough to undo all that was done to him and get his ‘normal life’ back. He refuses to let go of the past, to let go of his best friend, to let the game end... but he finds it just as impossible to return to who he once was before dying and getting traumatized. 

Asgore and Toriel are interesting in that, while they both obsess over the past, they seem to do so in opposite ways. 

Asgore just wants the past back, exactly how it was. In Undertale, he dreams of seeing his wife and child again. When he’s presented the chance of adopting Frisk, however, he swiftly realizes that, due to his own actions and the present attitudes of monsterkind, this is impossible. In Deltarune, too, he asks Sans how to make Toriel feel the same way towards him that he once did. He seeks to forget all the horrible things that happened to return to the past, and upon being forced to confront reality, starts believing there’s only one way to atone for his mistakes. (Well, in Undertale. We’ve yet to see how DR!Asgore reacts yet.) 

Toriel, meanwhile, doesn’t seem to want her ex-husband back in her life, nor does she have the same drawbacks about what monsters will think if their ex-queen adopts a human. She fully acknowledges how monsters may wish to harm Frisk, while adopting them and pledging to protect them, and making plans for their future. Compared to Asgore, she’s ready to move on and forget the past. Perhaps too ready, as some of Flowey’s dialogue implies he feels she’s replaced him. 

Despite that, Toriel may not quite have moved onto the past. I forget where I read it, but I saw a delightful observation that Toriel may be trapped in a cycle of her own, desperately trying to prevent Chara and Asriel from leaving and dying, and failing again and again and again. A new human falls, a new human leaves, a new soul gets put in a jar by the Barrier. Perhaps, metaphorically, this shows that unlike Asgore, who is resigned to the promise he made, she’s still struggling to break the cycle, she hasn’t totally given up hope. If that’s the case, then it’s poignant that she’s the one to interrupt Frisk and Asgore’s fight. She may not be willing to forgive and forget quite yet, but she doesn’t want him to die or stew perpetually in misery, either. 

And finally, Chara. How much the past ways on Chara is left extremely ambiguous. To some extent, they continue to haunt the Underground through Frisk. We know that their own past on the Surface never left them, even Underground with a new, loving family. Most of Chara’s relationship with the tragedy and their past can be extrapolated from Flowey’s Post-Pacifist speech, I think. 

First, while the speech is directed at the Player, Flowey seems to believe he’s speaking with Chara. His behavior implies he thinks Chara would continue sticking around, because they’re worried about the friends Frisk made throughout their journey. His dialogue also implies that Chara may have had reset... but rather than abusing it, they wanted to destroy it. Which, in my opinion, matches up extremely well with the attitudes they have about consequences in their own No Mercy speech. 

Maybe Chara was haunted by their past on the surface, to the point it poisoned their chance at a fresh start and happy life. Maybe by the time the Barrier breaks, Chara is the most well-adjusted of the Dreemurrs, the most willing to actively fix the problems created by their plan and pass on without regrets. Maybe, like Flowey, they’re a lonely, traumatized kid who doesn’t want to let it end, who doesn’t want to say goodbye to their best friend again. Maybe a bit of all of them, or none of these things. 

It is interesting, though, to see how each Dreemurr is haunted by the past, and how they react. 

#undertale #undertale meta #undertale analysis #toriel #asgore #asgore dreemurr #asriel #asriel dreemurr #chara #chara dreemurr

[fanficfanattic]

❤️‍🩹🤍 + jamieee

❤️‍🩹 What normal or innocuous thing has their past ruined for them? Are they attempting to remedy this?

Reciprocal relationships with older adult men. Probably all sorts of them, but in this instance I’m talking about platonic/started platonically. And I use the term reciprocal for a very specific reason. He has relationships with older adult men. Some of them even good! But they have been lopsided or only going one way. And he, generally, does not try to improve them for his own benefit.

Jamie & Pep: Coach to Player. Jamie obviously respected the hell out of Pep. Cause he wouldn’t have gotten away with insubordination at all with that man. And he respected him as a coach AND as a person. Pep respected him as a player. Nothing wrong with that! It’s healthy!

But Jamie didn’t trust Pep. Otherwise he’d have discussed the concerns that led him to wanting to do Lust Conquers All. He’d have asked him point-blank if he was allowed to do so. Rather than just assume it’d be okay. (Yes, Jamie can be impulsive. But not THAT impulsive.)

Jamie & Simon: (Step)father to Son. Someone else said that while Jamie calls Simon by his name. Simon probably calls Jamie his son. And that both feels right. And is also probably pretty healthy. His dad has done a fucking number on him, so it’d make sense to resent any father figure. His dad probably was on him about Simon being too soft. And Simon stole another man’s wife. All sorts of things intended to keep Jamie from liking the man.

But we see Jamie happy enough to say hello to the man. Trusting him to lead off Keeley and Roy. He does like Simon. But he doesn’t love him. And that is okay too.

Jamie & Ted: Something to Jamie. Ted tries to be there for Jamie. He’s just bad at it. Jamie would be there for Ted but the man pretends he has no needs. Ted doesn’t coach so Jamie doesn’t learn. Honestly this is a whole bunch of ??? to ?¿? to ?!? I can’t explain it and neither can you.

Jamie & Roy: Rival to Ri Coach to Pl Friend to Friend.

Here is where we see the ‘are they attempting to remedy it?’ Because Jamie actually fights for his relationship with Roy to change. Roy hugs him after Wembley. And Jamie tries to hug him after Keeley.

Zava brings them together as a pair working towards a shared goal. Phoebe makes Jamie part of the family.

They create a friendship that IS reciprocal. They support each other, they have each other’s backs, and they still get to be who they fundamentally are as people. It is so fucking beautiful. And if it changes again? (Boyfriend to Boyfriend. Lover to Lover. Husband to Husband.) They’ll change together.

🤍 What is the most difficult moment they’ve ever supported someone through? Does that person know how hard it was on them?

Honestly I think it might be supporting Georgie as she decides she wants to Try Again. To fall in love again. To trust again. To get married again. It isn’t easy to risk yourself. And to possibly pose a risk to Jamie? Like that is big and hard and scary.

And Jamie wants her to be happy. He probably got his first real lesson on Fake It Til You Make It by saying he’s not scared of meeting her new boyfriend (that she’s serious enough to introduce them). And to say he’s happy they’re getting married. She has supported him through everything. And he loves her so very very much.

If this is the only thing that he can fully do to support her back? He is gonna find a way to fucking do it.

Maybe she doesn’t know exactly how hard it was for him to do that. But she’ll know it wasn’t easy. That he would do it, and as well as he did, is probably one of the ways she knows Simon is a good egg. Cause if Jamie actually thought the man was a bad fit or dangerous to her, he would NOT have been able to hide it at all. Love that for him.

#jamie tartt #ted lasso #pep #roy kent #tw james tartt #jamie tartts mom georgie #jamie tartts stepdad simon #asks answered

[psychangels]

On and on It Goes

When Chai comes down with a nasty stomach bug, the gang does their best to take care of him.

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When Peppermint opens the door to the hideout, the first thing she notices is that Chai looks like he wants to die.

She’d been out helping to clear Kale’s corruption. It’s essentially her job. For now, anyway. Eventually, she’ll take over the company. Hopefully, that won’t be for a while. Peppermint isn’t sure she’s really ready for it yet. It’s a huge undertaking. So was taking down Kale and the other company heads, but…that’s different.

Today, it was mostly just meetings. Lots of interviews to get new heads of production, marketing, and finance. They had some solid candidates lined up. The issue is that it’s a whole process. They can’t just hire them. They have to figure out how to get them to the island, get them set up with living quarters, make sure they get everything explained to them properly, shown around so they don’t get lost (even with all the arrows around)…

It’s a pain in the ass.

Peppermint is exhausted. She was hoping to get back and sleep for the next 12 hours.

But Chai is on the couch, curled up and clutching his stomach. He looks uncomfortable. 808 is on the floor looking up at him. She keeps meowing.

Macaron and Korsica must still be at work. CNMN is most likely with Macaron. So that just leaves Peppermint to deal with…whatever this is.

Chai must’ve finally noticed her standing in the door, because he sits up and smiles at her. 808 hops into his lap.

“Hey, Peppermint! How’d the meetings go?”

She narrows her eyes, but plays along. “Eh. We’re getting closer to having new people hired. Shouldn’t be too much longer now…hopefully.”

“What’s going on with you?” she asks. “Just chillin’,” is his breezy reply. “Really? Then why were you clutching at your stomach?” “Whaddya mean?”

Peppermint scowls at him. “Don’t play dumb. What’s wrong?” “Nothing! I promise!” Chai tries to soothe her.

Her scowl somehow gets angrier looking.

His smile turns strained. “My stomach just hurts. That’s all. No biggie.”

“Have you been fighting the SBR units again?”

“No, actually,” he says. “And, for your information, that only happened the other day because they asked me to fight them. So.”

She rolls her eyes.

“It just…kinda started hurting a few hours ago.” “Huh.” Peppermint pauses to think. “Did you forget to eat?”" “Mmm, maybe. I don’t remember when I last did.” “Alright,” she says as she pulls out her phone. “What do you want?” “Uh…do they deliver chicken noodle soup?” he asks. “They can deliver pretty much anything, Chai.” “Then soup.” He yawns. “I’m gonna take a nap.”

Peppermint merely nods in acknowledgement as she orders some food for them. Once that’s done, she sits down at her desk. If she can’t rest until the food gets here, might as well work on uncovering more of those SPECTRA signals around the campus.

Every so often, Peppermint will glance over at Chai. He never fell asleep, though he’s clearly trying to. He keeps tossing and turning. The uncomfortable expression from earlier is back on his face. 808 hopped up and curled up next to him at some point. Slowly, she’s been moving towards the end of the couch, away from him.

Peppermint can’t blame her. It’s hard to rest next to someone who won’t stop moving.

She hopes that it really is just because he’s hungry. He’s had a couple of medical scares the past few weeks.

First, his player stopped functioning correctly for a bit. He kept passing out and getting hurt because of it. They had to make him a new one. It took a little while, but thankfully that got sorted. Chai even got to keep the old one.

But then, not long after, his under the hood implants finally broke down from the constant stress. That was far less terrifying, but it was still a big issue. The nice thing was that it took only about a day to fix. Then everything was back to normal.

Still. The last thing they need is Chai getting sick. Especially because he’ll act like everything’s fine. That’s the worst part.

It would be easier if he took it more seriously. Instead, he jokes around and tries to pretend everything is okay. He’ll ignore his injuries, and sometimes even hide them.

Honestly, Peppermint isn’t sure which is worse.

Korsica, Macaron, and CNMN arrive shortly after their food does. They each have their own moments of checking in with Chai, but he waves them off much like he did with Peppermint.

They eventually gave up on pestering him and settled in. If Chai doesn’t want to talk, there’s no use in trying to force him. He’s as stubborn as a mule sometimes.

With everyone in the hideout, Peppermint feels a bit better. If something goes wrong, it won’t just be up to her. More eyes to see problems, more hands to help.

After eating, she regained some energy, which she used on trying to figure out these stray SPECTRA signals. She thinks she’s got the next one nailed down. Looking at all of the data is starting to give her a headache, though. Time for a break.

Peppermint turns away from her desk with a sigh. She looks around the room to see what everyone else is up to.

Macaron is tinkering with something. CNMN is organizing the clothes hanging up on the racks in the far corner. Korsica is on her laptop, probably answering emails. Chai is lying on the couch reading one of his music books. 808 is curled up near his head.

His soup is sitting on the ground near the couch growing cold. It probably already is.

It bothers her.

Normally, Chai eats his food in a matter of seconds as soon as it’s placed in front of him. He’s like a vacuum. It was a bit unnerving at first, but they all got used to it eventually. Just another quirk of his.

Earlier, he’d been eating it at a glacial pace. Like swallowing was a chore.

At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it. She was too exhausted and caught up in her own food. Now that it’s on her mind, though, it won’t stop bugging her.

Peppermint can’t be completely sure from where she’s sitting at her desk, but it looks like only about half of it is gone.

That part is pretty par for the course. Chai may eat quickly, but he never eats much.

The problem is that it means his stomach doesn’t hurt because he’s hungry. It’s difficult to tell, but she’s pretty sure it’s still bugging him. He looks fine on the surface. There’s an underlying discomfort in his expression and the way he’s lying, though. But maybe she’s just looking for things that aren’t there.

“You good, Chai?” she calls." He hums in response, flipping to the next page of his book.

With a sigh, Peppermint turns away. That’s about as good as she’s gonna get from him.

It’s when they all finally head to bed that the trouble really starts.

Peppermint wakes up to the sound of retching from the bathroom. So does everyone else, from the way Macaron sits up and Korsica makes a sympathetic noise.

CNMN is the first to move. “Mr. Chai, are you alright?” "The only response they get is a groan.

The others stay where they are. Peppermint is unsure what to do.

She has foggy memories of Kale being sick when they were kids, but she never helped out or anything. Mom always took care of it. And whenever she’s sick, she just...takes care of herself.

After a while, CNMN and Chai leave the bathroom. They lead him to the couch, where they help him lie back down.

“I’ll go get a bucket,” Macaron says, before he gets up to do just that.

808 hops up onto Chai, landing on his abdomen. He jolts, quickly picking her up. After taking a deep breath, he shakily sets her down higher up, over his arm’s power unit.

“Next time, throw up in the toilet, please, Mr. Chai,” CNMN says once he’s settled. “You’ll clog up the sink, which would be very bad.”

Peppermint doesn’t even want to think about having to fix and clean that.

“Sorry,” Chai mumbles. “Didn’t think…and then…” “It is alright. You should try to rest.”

When Macaron finally gets back, a small bucket in tow, Chai seems to be asleep.

“Poor little guy,” Macaron says as he places the bucket near the couch. “Hope it was just a one time thing.”

“Me too,” Peppermint whispers.

And, of course, it wasn’t.

Chai throws up about every twenty minutes. Sometimes, he does it in the bucket. Other times, he heads for the bathroom, presumably because it isn’t just vomiting going on.

Each and every time, the others get up to help however they can. They rotate out comforting him. Only CNMN goes with him into the bathroom, though.

Peppermint is never sure what to do. Holding his hand seems to help, though. It hurts her heart seeing him like this. It hurts even more when he mumbles an apology every time.

“Sorry for keeping you up…” “Sorry about this…” Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

“Stop apologizing,” she told him at one point. “You don’t need to.” He only murmured another one in response.

It’s exhausting. But Peppermint doesn’t think any of them would be able to sleep through this, anyways.

As the night wears on, the more exhausted and downright awful Chai looks.

At around 4 AM is when he looks his worst.

His hair is a disaster. He’s white as a sheet, his eyes almost looking hollow. And he won’t stop shaking like a leaf.

“Are you cold, Mr. Chai?” CNMN asks as they help him lie down for the thousandth time.

“N-No-No,” he stutters out. He pauses, licks his lips and swallows. “Just…tired.”

“It has been quite some time now since this began. The worst of it should be over. Which means you will be able to get some proper rest!”

Chai laughs. It’s an empty sound.

“That’d be nice.”

He throws up again at 6 AM. 2 hours of peace. 2 hours of sleep.

Peppermint isn’t sure whose turn it is. She decides it’ll just be hers.

That, apparently, was the correct call, because no one else gets up. Not even CNMN, and they don’t really have to sleep. Their exhaustion must’ve finally knocked them out cold.

She sits down on the ground next to him, holding her hand out. After a moment, he shakily takes it with his robotic one. The metal is warm.

At this point, Chai isn’t really throwing up. It’s mostly just dry heaving.

In Peppermint’s experience, that’s far worse than puking.

When he finally stops, it’s quiet for a while. For a moment, she thinks he fell back asleep.

But then he whispers, “Will it be over soon?”

He sounds so small. His voice almost dies halfway through the sentence.

She doesn’t want to lie. Doesn’t want to give him false hope. So Peppermint doesn’t.

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

“Sor—” “Chai.” Silence.

“You don’t have to apologize,” she says with a soft sigh. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Feels like it,” he mutters.

She turns her head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He stares at her. His eyes gleam faintly in the light cast by the night light they plugged in hours ago. It was better than turning on the lights. Easier to sleep that way.

After a moment, he reaches for a water bottle on the floor. Opening it one-handed, he takes a few sips, before setting it back down. Then he looks at her again.

“I don’t know. I feel like you’re all mad at me.” Peppermint’s brow furrows. “Why would we be mad?” “Because I’m keeping you up,” Chai replies with a shrug. “Not on purpose. Your stomach is all fucked up.” “Yeah…I guess so.”

808 nudges the side of his face. She’s been following him everywhere, never straying from his side. It’s cute. And it’s nice to know that if something happened, at least 808 would be here to wake them all up if Chai can’t.

“You should try and get some sleep,” Peppermint says. “You too,” he says through a yawn. “I will.”

She stays there, holding his hand, even after he drifts off. Eventually, she falls asleep, too. It’s a horrible idea, sleeping on the ground like this—it’ll hurt like a bitch when she wakes up—but she’ll get over it.

Chai has done a lot for her. This is the least she can do for him.

Waking up is painful, just like Peppermint knew it would be.

The good news is that Chai seems to feel better.

They all take the day off to hang out and keep an eye on him. Just in case.

It’s spent watching movies. They watch all of their favorites. And if any of them fall asleep during one, well, it’s not a big deal. They can always just rewind it or rewatch the whole thing.

At one point, Korsica leaves to check on some security things. She comes back with a box of pizza and a gift basket.

“It’s from Roxanne,” she explains as she gives the basket to Chai.

“When was someone gonna tell me that all I had to do to get one of these was get sick?”

Peppermint rolls her eyes at that.

“You don’t have to get sick to have someone send you one. Just…I don’t know…ask.”

“But that’s so awkward!” he whines. “It really isn’t.”

As they eat their pizza and put on some really old movie Chai likes—simply titled ‘Robots’—Peppermint finds she doesn’t mind his joking attitude for once. Maybe it’s because this isn’t some sort of injury that could turn grave fast. Or maybe it’s because she thinks she understands now.

This is another thing Chai tries to do for them. To comfort them. To make them not worry about him. And as annoying as it can be, it does work in its own right.

So if humoring him will help make him feel better, why shouldn’t she?

It’s the least Peppermint can do.

#chai hi fi rush #peppermint hi fi rush #macaron hi fi rush #808 hi fi rush #korsica hi fi rush #cnmn hi fi rush #tw emetophobia #tw vomit #angelwrites.txt #hi fi rush

[kitkatt0430]

For 5+ headcanons AU - what if Stein had been the one to die during the singularity instead of Ronnie?

Oh poor Martin, but yay! Ronnie lives. :D

Much like Martin, Ronnie would start to destabilize, so they'd still have to seek out Jax around the same time as in canon. I think Ronnie would be more proactive and opinionated about things than Martin was - though the canon episode was about Martin needing another half to Firestorm the focus was on Caitlin's grief over Ronnie when it came to choosing a 'copilot' as it were. So I think here it would focus on Ronnie's grief. He struggled to learn to get along with Martin in part because all the time spent with the merge gone wrong where Martin was directly piloting Ronnie's body, so he's understandably uncomfortable with having to let someone in.

He's definitely going to take a dislike to Hewitt upon meeting him - the guy isn't a team player and he kinda looks down on Ronnie for not having a doctorate. And maybe Ronnie absently corrects something that Hewitt has wrong in his lab when they visit him, so they're both really rubbing each other the wrong way there. Since Ronnie wouldn't want to merge with Hewitt, maybe a polite handshake is what sparks Hewitt's powers into overload.

Jax on the other hand, Ronnie takes to immediately. They get along well and Ronnie is frank about the situation he's facing. He just got legally acknowledged as alive again, is married to Caitlin (twice over since they would have had to have a second ceremony for legal purposes once they were actually able to file the paperwork), and he really does not want to die. He's as uncertain about being a hero as Jax is, but he's not asking Jax to help him save the world. Just his life. Which, as Jax points out, is arguably Caitlin's world. What they're doing will make Jax's life dependent on Ronnie's in the same way Ronnie's will become dependent on Jax's - but they can work on finding a way to stablize them both without Firestorm eventually. They're both young, they've got the time to figure things out.

Obviously Jax agrees, they merge successfully, but oh no! Hewitt is melting down and they wind up going to fight him alongside Barry.

At some point during these events, Ronnie and Caitlin would let Clarissa know what's going on and that there's a possibility that Ronnie and the as-of-yet unknown person who balances him out as Firestorm might wind up in the papers again. They want to make sure she's prepared to see that happen and isn't smacked in the face with it on the Sunday Times or whatever and left wondering if that's Martin.

Also!!! When Jax and Ronnie merge, it winds up being Ronnie riding copilot while Jax is in charge of his own body. Which puts Ronnie in what was Martin's position. And in some ways makes Ronnie feel closer to the friend and mentor he lost. But it also kind of cements that he's the advisor in the Firestorm equation now. The one who has to run the mental calculations for flying and transmutation while Jax concentrates on the actual physical actions going on. It's an adjustment for them both, but they manage to make a good team.

They still get recruited by the Legends - Firestorm would have been killed by Zoom otherwise, due to Zoom being smitten with Caitlin. Ronnie is less interested in time travel than Martin was because it would take him away from Caitlin, but Jax talks him into it (after Jax is visited by his future self in a stable time loop that doesn't involve drugging anyone to get everyone aboard the Waverider, wth Legends S1???)

Ronnie would probably make more of an effort to get to know Mick than everyone else does. He knows what it feels like to be dismissed as the 'dumb muscle' - much as he came to like Martin, it felt in some ways like Martin maybe never got over his impression that he was smarter and wiser than Ronnie was and it's gotta sting when someone that important and integral to who you are... dismisses you like that. It's probably not enough to keep Mick from blowing up at the crew because Len keeps picking them over him and even trying to erase their partnership via changing the history of Lewis Snart, but with both Ray and Ronnie being more friendly to Mick he perhaps double crosses the Time Pirates rather than sticking with them permanently. They wind up leaving Mick in 2016 as requested, only for him to wind up immediately kidnapped by Time Masters the minute the Waverider disappears.

Ronnie's survival turns out to be caused by Barry's time travel in the Flashback episode; it's not just Hartley turning over a new leaf that changed. And while Barry is glad Ronnie is alive - if gallivanting off with the Legends which includes Barry's favorite thief (crush) Leonard Snart - he's horrified to realize that Martin didn't survive in this timeline. And so Barry does not create Flashpoint because of this. He realizes that he might save his parents, sure, but who will suffer in his place? He can't do that, can't take that risk. Not even for his mom and dad.

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