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hoe4sports · 30 days

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Caroline Graham Hansen | Discovering a new side (18++)

A/N: This is a mature +18 imagine. Do not read if you are under 18, easily triggered or in an unsafe place. The Spanish is taken directly from google translate, so do not judge the Spanish. You get the point.

TRIGGER WARNING: Semi angry, strap on, light spanking, riding, domination, mommy. All the warnings basically.

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The referee blew the whistle signaling for the match to be over. The fans broke out it screams of Joy, and the home team was jumping together in a circle screaming about their victory. My girlfriend had just played a game against low ranked Scotland, and lost tremendously leaving their chances of the next World Cup in the trash. We both played on the national team; but i was currently not playing as my acl was causing me pain. Caroline would always take it very personally when Norway lost, and it didn’t help that she hadn’t been scoring goals with Barcelona lately either.

As the match was over some of the girls fell to the ground,. Aurora Mikalsen, Norway goalkeeper kicked the goal and chucked the ball out of sight. Everyone was finding ways to release their dissatisfaction, disappointment and imagining the dreaded headlines. Caroline was different. She would go quiet until she had processed what was wrong, and usually within a few hours she would be okay.

“Baby, come here” I said as I walked towards her on the field. She walked straight into me, and wrapped her arms around me for comfort. I looked up at the tall winger and she looked like she was dissociating. Dissociating was always her escape in times like this.

We walked into the warderobe where some of the girls were sobbing while others were trying to be as fast as possible. Gemma Grainger was Norway’s newest coach after the last coach had mentally ruined multiple of our star players. Gemma was a good woman and she was handed a national team that was a mess. “Girls, listen. We are allowed to feel sad right now. It’s okay, we need to process. Tomorrow, we start fresh. Our ranking has climbed from 12th best to 7th best. That’s something to be proud of. I want all of you, playing or not, to remember that you are the reason as to why we have skyrocketed the rankings.” she finished as the spirit in the group slightly brightened up.

As we got to the hotel, Caroline was watching the game on her phone. In a closer inspection, she was watching her mistakes over and over. When she finished, she jumped to the next game, watching all of her mistakes again and again and again. “Baby” I mumbled as I leaned towards the disappointed woman sitting in the chair by the desk looking more like an analyst than a player. “Maybe it’s time to put the phone away?” I suggested as I kissed the back of her neck lightly. No response. “Caz, how about some food?” I suggested as I kissed her cheek. “Caroline, perha-“ I started as she cut me off by turning around. “No Y/N, I need to figure out why I am not working!! I need to find a solution to this problem or I will end up never playing again!” She screamed as her eyes moved over to the phone again. I sighted, Caroline wasn’t one to yell and I had probably only heard her yell 2-3 times within the time we had been together. Strangely enough, I always felt a burning sensation between my legs as she showed her more, let’s say dominant side. That side only came out when she was angry and would yell. I decided to push my luck, and tried again. “Baby.. Let’s try to decided what to-“ I started as I once again was cut off by her turning the chair around to face me. “I said no, I don’t want too. Stop being so fucking annoying before..” she screamed, but stopped as her eyes got glued back to the screen to see herself appear in the picture. I wanted to rest my luck. I wanted us to have rough sex. To have her be dominant. Assertive. In charge. But she would always be careful and sweet, and I loved that. But sometimes..

“Baby, take it out on me please..” I whispered in her ear as I let out a quiet moan. She didn’t respond, but I could sense that she was tensing up. “Baby, use me, please.. I can take it, I can make it feel better..” I continued as I could see her focus become less and less sharp. “Will you please take it out on me, baby? I’ll be a good girl for you.. ” I whispered seductively while letting my hands slip her shoulders and under her shirt to reach for her breasts. She broke contact as she turned around and looked up at me. It was almost like her eyes had shifted to something darker, like her lust was pouring out of her eyes. Her breathing was heavier and I could tell that she was looking at my breasts. She was definitely a booby girl rather than booty. Lucky for me, as my boobs were bigger than the standard football player’s chest. I could tell that she was considering letting go, and I needed to act quick.

“Amor, por favor desquitate conmigo. Usa mi cuerpo, puedo soportarlo. Por favor, úsame hasta que te sientas mejor.” (Love, please take it out on me. Use my body, i can take it. Pretty please, use me until you feel better. )

Her eyes sharpened as she dropped her phone. “Como quieras princesa” (as you wish princess) she said as her voice sounded lower than before. She stood up from the desk chair, and with one motion; she picked me up and forced my legs around her waist with her hands resting on my ass.

“Seré muy bueno contigo, lo prometo.”(I'll be so good for you, i promise.) I whispered in her ear as I scratched her back with my nails. She let out a small moan, and laid me with my back facing down on the bed. She crawled over me, so that she was practically on top of me. I sent her my “fuck me” look and she sweared under her breath as her hands started exploring my waistline. She leaned down and kissed me softly before a grabbed her hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugged on it forcing a moan out of her lips.

“No princesa, ahora estoy a cargo” (No princess, i'm in charge now.) she said as she looked down on me forcing me to let go of her hair. I nodded, and she went back in for another kiss leaning herself on her toned tanned arms. She touched my lips with her tongue forcing it inside to dominate mine. I moaned softly into her mouth as I couldn’t simply get enough. This was all I had dreamed about for the last year, and finally she let her dominating nature out. I could feel her hand loosing the strings on my pants.

All of a sudden, she flipped me around on my belly and yanked the pants off of me. I gasped as my wet thong came into contact with the cold air. On my back, I had her name as I was still wearing her jersey from the game. She was massaging my ass violently as she moaned. “Fuck baby, my jersey.” She moaned as she tugged on the jersey. “Yes baby, I made sure to let everyone know that I belong to you” I said as I could feel her hand stroking the back of the jersey where her name was located.

“Eso es correcto. Todos ustedes me pertenecen, baby” (That's correct. All of you belong to me.) she said in a low voice as she started kissing my neck from behind while pulling on my hair. “Are you gonna be good?” she asked as she grabbed one of my boobsfrom behind forcing me to moan. “Yes, I’m gonna be so good. So good.” I obeyed as she pulled my hair tighter. “Let’s test just how good you are then, princesa.” she growled as she let go of my hair and body to stand up. She pulled me up from the bed and carried me to the desk, laying me with my ass over the desk.

Suddenly, her hand made contact with my ass. That itself was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned out loud as she grabbed my ass pulling it upwards towards her. “Be a good girl for me, and stay still.” She growled in my ear as she had me pulled back by my hair. Fuck, this was really going as I had hoped. I loved this new side of her leaving me wanting to obey everything she would request me to do.

I stayed still trying to move my hips in the hopes my red lacy thong would relieve me of some pressure. Caroline was rumbling around the room and I wanted so bad to turn around to see what she was doing, but I wanted to be good for her. I had imagined this the day I purchased a double sided strap on. The one for the giver was shorter and upwards, while the one for the receiver was longer and wider. Let’s just agree that I had a clear vision in mind when I purchased it a few months back.

I was standing bent over the desk as I could feel Caroline coming back for me. She smacked my ass again, and I moaned louder than ever before. “Oh, fuck baby, I need you” I whimpered in hopes of her long fingers making their appearance. Instead, I was surprised by the strap on I had purchased going full force inside my pussy from behind instantly hitting the sweet spot. “AH, fuck baby, yes please” I screamed out in pleasure as I held on to the desk. No time to adjust. I knew from the treatment on my ass that I was already close. “Fuck babygirl, you are taking it so well.” Caroline moaned out as stopped without any warning. She lifted one of my legs up on the chairs next to the desk. “My perfect girl, wearing red lacy underwear underneath my jersey for a whole day without letting me know” she whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine. Her hand was barely touching my folds through my panties making me desperate for her.

As I was about to whine, she went in with the strap at full force going even deeper than before. Her hips thrusting harder and deeper with every trust. I could feel the tension growing in my abdomen, and I instantly knew what was about to come. “Caz, I’m so close, I’m gonna cu-“ I started as I was cut of by my own orgasm making an entrance. She pulled out immediately.

“Te dije que te corrieras princesa o eras una chica mala?” (Did i tell you to cum princess, or were you a bad girl?) she growled as she turned me around and looked straight into my eyes. I couldn’t help myself but look at her soaked pussy with the double strap. “yo era una chica mala” (I was a bad girl) I replied with attitude forcing her eyes to widen as she let out a quiet moan.

She picked me up again, and practically threw me on the bed. She ripped off my tiny panties and I moaned as I could feel the cold air make contact with my throbbing pussy. As I was enjoying the cold sensation with my eyes closed, I hadn’t discovered that Caroline had positioned herself with her head between my legs. My eyes opened up as she entered my sensitive pussy with her tongue licking my folds and nibbling on my clit. “Ah, Caroline, more please” I moaned as I gripped the sheets while she continued exploring my insides. Her tongue started throbbing in and out of my walls. “AH, more daddy, more!” I screamed out in pleasure as she continued not realising what I had just said. She responded with her thumb rubbing my clit while her soft tongue pushed in and out of me. “Ah, baby, I’m gonna have to cum” I moaned as I arched my back. “Beg babygirl” she responded as I noticed that I was barely able to talk. “I can’t hear you” she repeated, and I moaned again. “Please, I need to cum. I have to cum, please let me cum in your mouth daddy.” I cried out as I grabbed her hair and tugged on it. “Do it for me baby” and with that I came hard, I squirted on her face and buckled my hips upwards. She grabbed my hips, and forced them down again as she glared at me. “MINE” she growled as she started licking up all my squirt.

When she had gotten every last drop, she laid down besides me and propped me on top of her. This was new. She looked into my eyes and brushed my hair behind my ear. “¿Cuánto puedes tomar antes de venir princesa?” (How much can you take before you cum princess) she whispered as I swallowed. “As much as you need me too.” I said as she kissed my head and dragged me out of bed. She put me on my knees as she stood with her strap levelled with my mouth. I looked up at her with the most seductive look that I could, and with that she took the strap and held it infront of my lips.

“Chupa la polla de daddy ahora, princesa. Muéstrame lo desesperada que estás por mí.” (Suck daddy’s cock now, princess. Show me how desperate you are for me.) She growled as she touched my lips with the tip of her cock. I didn’t even realise that I had called her daddy, I just obeyed. I opened my mouth and she put it in, gagging me as she held my hair and pounded it in my mouth. I sucked her off as she was eyeing me as I was gagging.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close” she stunned as she threw her head backwards. And I stopped. Her head flashed towards me and her eyes was even more lustful. “You need to be punished.” she moaned as she pulled me up on my feet by pulling my hair. She then picked me up as she sat herself on the bed and laid back. Leaving me sitting on top of her.

She grabbed the cock forcing her to moan as the giver cock moved with the receiver part. She rubbed the cock along my folds before inserting it. “Ride me, babygirl. Show me how it’s done. Let me cum first.” and I? I obeyed as I started bouncing on her cock giving friction to the part inside of her. She moaned loudly as her breathing was becoming heavier. I picked up the pace, and my boobs were now bouncing ruthlessly. She looked at me, and forced me to lay forwards so she could reach my boobs with her mouth while still riding her. She put my nipple in her mouth and used her other hand to massage the other boob.

I could see her starting to shiver meaning that she was close as I kept riding getting closer and closer to my own edge. “Ah, baby, yes, yes, don’t stop, be a good girl now, let daddy cum” she stunned as I continued. Her cries were stopped by herself moaning so loud that I was worried that the neighbours was gonna hear her. “Ah, fuck, yes!” I looked at her “I’m gonna cum, baby”. I said as I felt my insides tensing up again. “No, I’m gonna cum first. Keep going, baby.” She commanded and I swore I was about to have my eyes roll back into my head.

I was slowing the pace down as I was so close and so sensitive, but Caroline was in charge and she started bouncing her hips picking the pace up. “Oh my god!” I yelled as she thrusted deeper and deeper with ever move. She was working her hips in ways I had never imagined. “Say my name babygirl.” She commanded. “Ah, yes, yes , Caroline please, please let me come!” I screamed loudly as she moaned. “No” she growled, “the other name.” And then it clicked for me. “Yes, daddy, yes please let me cum!!” I screamed as she was shaking, trying to hold herself back from coming. “Please,” I screamed “only you can make me cum like this! Fuck, Caroline!” I screamed on the top of my lungs as I was a second away from cuming. “Cum for me princess” Caroline growled as i came all over her cock in sync with her orgasm. She slowly stopped thrusting by going slower and slower with every move until our synched orgasms were over. We passed out next to each other, and I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

I turned to face her, and noticed that she looked a little bit taken back by her newly discovered side. We were both pretty out of breath as we laid next to each other. We had talked about boundaries one time when she was drunk, and agreed on a colour system if we ever needed one. She was laying on her back, staring upwards. “Color?” I suggested. “Orange” she motioned back. I jumped up immediately, and helped her unbuckle. Orange was different to us then to others. We had traffic light systems for during and after sex. Green was no aftercare needed, Orange was that aftercare was highly wanted and red was that aftercare was pretty much required. I kissed her forehead, and rushed to the bathroom as I turned on the water to the bathtub. I grabbed a cold water from the fridge and dragged her along with me to the bathroom. She sat down first in the tub, and I sat down behind her guiding her to drink from the waterbottle. She relaxed in my arms as I kissed her head. I kept repeating how much I loved her, how beautiful she was and that she was safe. After a few mins of cuddles, she got back to herself. “Hi baby” I said as I smiled while she looked up on me. She smiled back. “Thank you baby.” She muttered and I hugged her tight. We sat in the tub for a while until she was ready to go to bed. As we turned around to walk to the bedroom, she tossed her jersey at me. “I like you better with my name” she said as she smiled knowing that one day, I was gonna have her lastname.

#caroline graham hansen #woso imagine #smut

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hotvinimon · 3 months

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The Gala

Yandere gym bro x reader

Plot : Going to Gala with Casper

Author’s note : The images are not mine. I don not support this kind of behaviour and highly condemn these activities. This kind of behaviour is not tolerated in actual life. Reader is portrayed as pick me girl who is asking for it.

Warnings : MDNI. The images are not mine. Credits to the owner

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After the sleepover incident, Casper could do everything but focus. His mind was clouded by one person only.

His Beloved

And he would do everything to make you stay closer to him. And this is how he found himself at your door once again on a fateful evening.

“Caz~ I told you, I don’t do good in public. I feel nervous and all…”

“You don’t have to do anything, just stay by my side and look pretty. Pretty Please~ “

“But-”

“It’s alright if don’t want to help me, I just thought I could trust you. All my friends would be there with their significant other. They would just mock me for being a sore loser. I didn’t knew-”

“Alright alright, I’ll join come as your date. Don’t be a baby now”

Casper was invited to a Sports Gala, and he couldn’t lose the opportunity to let the world know about his darling baby.

“But Caz, I don’t have a dress” you whined. “ Well, seems like we need an outfit for you and me. To the store, we go “ Casper shrugs.

At the store

“Caz, how about this one ??” you showed him a cute pink dress with frills and ribbons. “This is cute-” “No no no, look at that one.”

you pointed towards a red dress with a heart cut out in the center.

“Easy there, sweetie. How about you try them out and we decide, which one ?? hmm ??” Casper calmed your chaotic ass and handed you one dress at a time.

You took your time and came out with the red dress that hugged you at the right places, sitting just below your ass, showcasing your beautiful set of collarbones just for Casper to mark and adorned with sparkling red sequins. The heart-shaped cut-out at the center framed by pearly whites adds a touch of unexpected romance, capturing Casper’s imagination.

“Enjoying the view young master ?” you said with mimicking Casper’s voice, earning nothing but a wide-eyed, flustered Casper, whose cheeks were matching your dress.

“I really do.” he breathed. You chuckled on his reaction.

“So this one ?? I never knew I would choose something so quick” you said while admiring your gorgeous look.

“Lets get this packed, and choose something for me.” Casper suggested, still looking at the heart.

After a lot of discussion and banter, you and Casper finally found a nice Tuxedo and shirt for Casper. he was really adamant about matching his shirt with your dress, which didn’t seem a good idea and hence he settled with matching his tie with your dress.

“Could you please, pack the stuff for me and my girlfriend together ??” Casper asks the cashier discreetly, but you heard that anyways.

My girlfriend

He likes the sound of that.

After exiting the store, you decide to confront Casper about his conversation.

“Caz, I’m not your girlfriend yet. why did you say that to him ?? “you whisper yelled.

“Ohh… It’s actually couple discount.” Casper shrugs.

“Really?? I never knew that was a thing.”

At Gala, Casper kept his arms on you all night, whether on your waist, shoulder or on the plush of your hip, telling everyone who you belonged to. You met his friends and their significant others as well. Due to your closeness and clothing, everyone was talking about you, a perfect couple.

Casper was really proud for making his sole mission successful. He couldn’t wait to execute the next step. That is,

to propose you to be his girlfriend.

After the event, he corners you in the parking lot and lets out his feelings~

“Y/n, I… I- Know, you know- umm… maybe…” ughh, he had never been so nervous in his whole life. The 2 page smooth speech that he crammed the whole week was somehow deleted from his brain and stored in recycle bin

“You get what I’m saying ?? Like- Like- you know… maybe… umm… you… maybe… one day…” He was wrecked.

“Hey hey hey… Caz, easy there sweetie. Maybe take a breather or two.” you suggested.

How the heck you could look so concerned and cute at the same time. And how easily the nickname fell from your lips, doing nothing but making Casper’s gut summersaults and stuff.

“I don’t know. I-I just. FVCK” Casper pulled you close and captured your lips.

Before you could make out what is happening, he retrieved.

“I’m so sorry-I… I … jus-”

He was cut off when you pulled him by his tie and kissed him back.

You were his from the start, weren't you.

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dark-and-kawaii · 4 months

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what was your hardest fight in baldurs gate? Raphael was so hard for me :(

Pfhahaha I was saving this to answer when I got back to playing again…. For the umpteenth time.

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ This was during my first playthrough and I don’t know if you can tell but the anxiety and struggle was real for Caz.

I didn’t realize at the time because it was so late and I wasn’t thinking that if you push him over the edge he’ll go back in his coffin……. I reset so many times because he went flying over (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) that was a big “my bad” moment…

Raphael was actually really easy for me which I was disappointed in because a lot of people said it was hard. Such a fun fight though and that soundtrack tho!!!

Hahahaha I also remember seeing his ascended form for the first time and I legit was yelling “WHAT IS THAT!???!!!!” “WHAT!!!?? IS!!!??? THAT!!!!???”

Still upset Raphael didnt get a cutscene for that ˙◠˙

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

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goblinselfshippr · 3 months

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I dreamed abt Amaimon btw 😭

We were shopping for some big storm that was coming through and I was making fun of him for playing around too much. And right in front of the produce, he dramatically drops to his knees and yells "well if I'm so annoying, why don't you pick up a new brother on aisle 13!!" And I looked him dead in the eyes and said "because I'd have to spend another 16 years training that one."

DREAM-CAZ WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN TRAINING???

#💛[Year Zer0]

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fuck-customers · 2 years

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Unhinged Boss

This is how unhinged and petty my boss is and it’s bullshit. So I work at a tiny not well run, never has enough stock market and a few blocks away is a bigger name brand market that has a sandwich shop, deli, etc. just over all better market. Our boss gets FURIOUS with us if we tell someone it exists and will actually try to yell over her employees to keep us from giving the info. Then will sit there and be like “Uhm???? Idk WHAT you think you’re doing giving them OUR business but they are our ENAMY and you’d do well to remember that!” Crap speech. None of us care, not even our manager “Bran” (fake name) who’s worked here 10 years. But on with our story, we don’t get a lunch… or any kind of breaks… just 8 hours of none stop work. We’re “allowed” to eat behind the counter “on our “““breaks””” when customers aren’t around. Yes, that is what my boss constitutes as a break, the time we have for doing none customer service tasks and then yells at us if we’re not stocking, so no actual breaks. We also don’t have a microwave or any way to prepare any form of a proper meal. So we either have to eat crappy gas station type snacks all day or bring food. So on my way to work my roommate and I stopped by the other market and I bought a sandwich there for lunch and left it in our mini fridge, no name on it or anything but I’m going assume my boss guessed it was mine. So when I came in this morning and she was on the till I put my stuff away and waited for her to scoot over so I could clock in (our register is also our time clock). She kept giving me dirty looks and I just pretended not to notice till I saw she was pulling up stuff for a cloud sync, not 100% how that works but from my understanding it’s kinda to make sure everything matching if our prices updated or something. And it takes a LONG time, like we’re talking 10 - 20 minutes or more. Not sure if that’s normal but something tells me it’s not. So I see this and go “Oh, can I clock in before you cloud sync? It always takes a long time.” My boss legit stares at me, hits cloud sync, and tells me “Nah, it only takes like two minutes.” While me clocking in takes two seconds. Then walks away leaving me to deal with it. The sync did not take two minutes, it took over 20 minutes. So I had to clock in 20+ minutes late even though I was 5 minutes early, so I wrote in our log book my time needed to be fixed since I’m not about to lose out on almost half an hour on my pay check. Got yelled at by two customers for not being able to stop the cloud sync to ring them and my boss refused to help and just kept smiling. Later she noticed I had made a note my clock in time needed to be fixed, I got yet another dirty look since I guess she was angry I wasn’t just going to take it on the chin and lose out on that money. She went to fix it before stopping and not doing so and telling me “Eh, “Lala” can do it when she gets back from her trip.” “Lala” (fake name) being our other manager, so now I’ll have to worry about checking in with her to make sure it’s right. She also got annoyed at me and lectured me for 5 minutes on “You NEED TO be saying please, thank you, have a nice day, and welcome in to EVERY SINGLE CUSTOMER that comes in.” Because I had my back turned for a second to clean a mess she made and she had to say hi to someone. This was all in the span of one hour on a single day (today 4/30/2022) might I add. She’s always this anal and always this all over everyone and/or picks on her staff for fun to the point my manager “Bran” has had to tell her she needs to be nicer to the employees caz we’ve all started looking for other jobs. How this play is still running idk but I don’t plan on staying here to much longer though, this somehow still beats my last job though and pays almost twice as much. So that’s one of the few bright sides.

#tw #trigger warning #submissions #cashier problems #fuck co-workers #fuck managers

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multicolour-ink · 2 years

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How would Piers Hood react if King Leon declared the song "We're Yells in Tights" as the new national hymn of the Kingdom of Galar?

Pray to Arceus that he's joking, then if he's not, seek him out.

#king leon wouldn't really change it to that #not only for piers #but galar has a national anthem #and the people wouldn't appreciate a song based on a rouge #pokemon #piers hood au #piers hood #gym leader piers #king leon #champion leon #yells in tights #caz answers #anonymous

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taketheringtolohac · 3 years

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ok blesties whos ready for my fic renaissance

#CAZ DONT LOOK DONT YELL AT ME im planning on writing as much as i can before blb comes back and now that theres an end in sight. ah.#riv parker one day i will return to u but ur just so LONG and i need to do all these other ones before blb comes back #BUT THAT MEANS MIKE FIC IS COMING TO U SOON. GET UR ASSES READY BC IVE BEEN MEANING TO DO THIS FOR FUCKING EVER #*read since like siesta after season 22 #then theres the leach and rod fic post championship. and possibly at the death of the breath mints #then there is the gameses at the end of the world. these are my three goals.#then there is ALSO the other fics i want to write for the au. but. those are secondary.#anyways <3 im gonna do it. there will be at least TWO FICS before blb starts again #someone should check in on my progress tho in two weeks pspspspspsps u know u wanna #roxy talks

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heyitsbpd · 1 year

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personally it feels criminal to have someone 3 years younger as your fp

#PLEASE take me out of here i beg #this feels so wrong #i feel SO GUILTY i HATE THIS BPD NONSENSE #do not rb #(avoid rbing)#caz yells

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ccandystripe · 5 years

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I have MISFIRE stuck in my HEAD

#cue caz laughing at me and yelling leaky deaky #i wanna die

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hoe4sports · 27 days

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Caroline Graham Hansen | “I don’t know how to live without you.”

A/N: I love this woman god I wish she was real

Triggers: Caroline being angsty.

I was woken up by my girlfriend who was tossing and turning in the bed. “Caz, you okay?” I mumbled half asleep as I tapped my watch to make sure that I hadn’t overslept. “Mm” she said in a huffed way leaving me confused. Caroline was normally one to take her sleep very seriously as nothing was gonna ruin her recovery. Caroline lived, eat, trained and slept for football. And lately she hadn’t felt successful as before.

It had all started back during the women’s World Cup with the drama around the Norwegian coach and rumours of her not treating the girls right. She had on multiple occasions taken girls like Ada and Caroline out of the starting roster leaving everyone confused. Caroline had gotten enough and spoke up about the situation causing a huge press mess. She was forced to apologise infront of media, and I could tell in her eyes that she hated every second of it. That was when she said that she was gonna have a break from the Norwegian national squad. Weeks later, she had begun preforming poorly in Barca games only scoring 1 goal in 8 games which was nothing like her. This had all gotten to her and during the stress of the last few months I had often found her tossing and turning at night causing her beautiful eyes to be dark and puffy in the mornings. I was close to falling asleep again when she tossed again.

“Caroline? What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing, go to sleep skatt»

“Caroline?”

“I said that it’s nothing, I’m just not tired”

“Mm”

“What? It’s true! I just sometimes cannot sleep.”

She snapped as she walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. I had gotten so little sleep over the last few months between being awake with her and watching her while she slept to make sure the world wouldn’t come crashing down on her. All of this caused me to fall asleep. I brutally woke up an hour later to her being back in bed, silently sniffling under the blanket. I scooted myself into her and held her tight. It seems to ease whatever was on her mind. She laid there until she suddenly opened her mouth.

“Would you still love me if I didn’t play football? If I quit Barcelona? If I quit the national team? If I just wanted to give up everything and move back to Norway?”

I was confused as she had never mentioned moving back to Norway before. She has religiously stated that it only felt right to her to be in Barcelona so I was taken by a shock. I couldn’t stutter out an answer as I was trying to make my brain function.

“Be honest. I just can’t do it anymore. I’m not scoring. I’m not winning. I’m getting no recognition. I’m getting shit all day long from coaches, media and fans. God, I really am letting everyone down. How is that even possible to let that many people down at the same time? I shouldn’t be all-“

“Caroline” I yelled. “Stop baby, what’s going on?”

She turned around to look at me as she buried herself into the crock of my neck. “I’m a disappointment to everyone. The coaches, the team, the staff, the fans; I haven’t even been paying attention to you. I can’t remember when I last did a load of laundry, or vacuumed or made dinner or got groceries or go-“

“Baby, I take care of these things and you because you have a lot going on at the moment. You are in the height of your career, flying so high everyday, inspiring little Norwegian girls to play football.” I reassured here as I rubbed her back.

“No, but the thing is. The fans stopped loving me, then the team, then the coach and you. I can’t lose everything all at once. I don’t know how to do it without you.” She sniffled.

“Kjæresten min, I love you for your silly side that very few people get to see, for the way you always push me to be better person, for how serious you take your work, for living for your passion, for you. Not for how many leather circles you can kick in a net.” I said as I tried to reassure her even more.

“But the fans? The coaches? Everyone just hates me. What if you realise how horrible I am and you start hating me. God Benedicte, I don’t know how to live without you.” she rambled on and on about how everyone hated her.

“Okay, baby, listen; I’m not going anywhere. You are not going anywhere. Tomorrow, we will find a psychologist and book an appointment. We can go in and talk to the team doctor to get you some time off. You need to see that there is a world where you don’t run around after balls all day. One day, that world will be your new normal. And you know what? That world dosent suck. It has flowers, colors, animals, exciting food, fun experiences, new people and so many places to see.” I said as she nodded slowly realising that she was caught up in her own mind.

“And when that time comes, Caroline - I’m gonna be here right with you holding your hand as we navigate through it together.”

She yawned as I kissed her forehead shoving her face into my boobs as she was falling asleep. The most beautiful girl that I had ever seen had finally let herself rest. I adjusted slightly so I could lay down comfortably without feeling like my neck was gonna fall of my head while still keeping her close facing my chest.

“Im gonna marry you one day.” She murmured as she started snoring leaving me shocked.

She had never spoken about marriage or commitment to anything but football in a positive way before; and I was just praying that she would come around.

#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #caroline graham hansen imagine

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anywherebuthere · 3 years

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being the designated intimidating friend <3

someone has to glare at the st8 men trying to slide up on my friends 💖 I'm providing a service !!

#some might call it rude to yell 'ew' at the fedora kid who harasses my friends and wears his mask wrong #but i say im doing the world a favour by knocking that anti masker down a peg #i have hot friends and i need to keep them safe 😪✋#caz's thinking thoughts

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h0rnyshakespeare · 3 years

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could you do a fantasy au with bakugou as a kitsune? you’ve just recently moved into a cottage in the woods to get away from your previous life, when you stubble across baku in a trap surrounded by hunters! you of course aren’t going to let some assholes hurt an innocent creature, so you devise a plan to get him free. you draw the hunter’s attention away from the caged baku, causing them to run off. you then get to baku, and are able to free him. though a slight problem, the hunters are coming back, and they see you messing with their ‘find.’ while you’re frozen in place, baku literally picks you up, and jumps into the trees, evading gunshots. he keeps you there until the hunters go away.

after all this drama, you start hanging out with the kitsune more and more. you two get closer as time goes on, and bakugou becomes more and more infatuated and protective of you. he’s touchier, softer, and overall more gentle with you. he even lets you touch his ears and tail. everything is all well and good when oh no, the hunters are back, and they’re out for revenge. while you’re at the cottage, they ransack your home, chasing you out into the woods. you’re sprinting, calling for bakugou as the hunters are gaining. just then, none other than the fox himself jumps in and beats the absolute shit outta the hunters. he then turns to you, worry as well as rage in his eyes. he sees they’ve hurt you, and that’s the final nail in the coffin for what he’s about to do. “Stay with me.” he pleads. “you don’t have a safe home anymore, and even if you did, i can’t promise your safety. i NEED you to be safe, okay. stay with me as my mate. i’ll hunt for you. i’ll protect you. anything, and you’ve got it.” you’re stunned. eyes wide, you ask him why. why does he care so much? nobody else ever did, so why does he, as powerful and as beautiful as he is. the answer isn’t as hard as you would think “it’s because i fucking love you...”

OKAY this is definitely long and more of a vent than anything but i think it’s so cute! just imagine cuddling with him as soft and as cute as he would be, hanging over you like a jungle cat. very nice, very nice indeed

kitsune!Bakugou x gn!reader (I couldn't think of a title, sorry)

Genre: Fantasy

Warnings: Swearing caz Bakugou, brief mentions of gunshots (that’s it I think?? But if there’s anything I missed please let me know)

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Tysm for requesting, this was such a cute idea! I’m sorry this took some time, exams are coming so my writing’s a little slow haha. I wrote this to be gn!reader but if anywhere implies otherwise please let me know :) And to everyone else who requested, I’m working on them!

Y/N: Your name

L/N: Last name

You had recently moved into a little cottage in the woods, not too far away from the main city, but enough to be away from the busy, commercial life you once lived. Others might disagree, but you felt more at peace among nature, like you were truly satisfied. You had never enjoyed living among many people, so you were excited to start your new life, out here in the woods. As you walked back to your cottage after taking a walk to familiarize yourself with your new surroundings, you heard a few voices up ahead. You groaned, not wanting to socialize with anyone, but before you could turn to take a different route to avoid whoever was there, you overheard one of the voices say, “We’re gonna get a fine amount of money for this creature’s fur, ya hear me? So make sure the trap is secure.” A couple of other voices mumbled in agreement. You frowned. Although you could not really make out what animal they had caught, you did know that whatever they were doing, it sounded illegal. You sighed. You did not want to confront anyone, but you made your way towards the voices. You saw three men surrounding a cage, holding… guns? “What have I gotten myself into?” you internally groaned, but it was too late to turn back now. “Um, excuse me?” you called out hesitantly. They turned at the sound of your voice, looking displeased. You smiled nervously. “Hi, um, it’s actually illegal to hunt in this area…” you trailed off, seeing their annoyance. “How would you know, you little punk? Go braid daisy crowns or whatever you do in this dump,” one of them sneered at you. You were slowly growing irritated, but you kept the smile on your face, determining to help whatever animal they had imprisoned. “Ok, well, I was going to let you know that if you walk a few miles from here, there is a hunting area. You guys aren’t the first hunters I’ve seen around here,” you lied through your teeth, trying to distract them to give you enough time to release the trapped creature. “If you check it out, I’ll forget I even saw you guys here, and no one will know that y’all were hunting illegally, ok? Plus, I’ve seen a lot of finer animals in that area.” “Maybe we should listen to her, boss,” one of the hunters said to the one who had spoken to you first. “I mean, it is just a fox, and if we’re caught…” he whispered the rest of his sentence to their leader, who in turn frowned. “Fuck, whatever. How far is the hunting area, kid?” he asked, the question directed to you. “Oh, um, about… 10 miles from here? In that direction,” you said, pointing. “You better not be lying to us,” the hunter glared at you, making you gulp. You tried to act nonchalant until they were out of sight, then immediately rushed to the trap. You gasped when you saw a beautiful fox with… tan, almost golden fur. You had never even heard of foxes that colour. The hunters were idiotic to listen to you and leave this amazing creature, but you were glad they did. The fox made a low, growling noise, snapping you out of your trance. “Ah, right, I’m sorry, I’ll let you out now, don’t worry,” you said, suddenly feeling stupid that you were conversing with an animal. You quickly set your attention onto setting it free. The trap looked complicated to deactivate, but you realized it was actually quite simple, and you managed to free the fox in no time. “There you go,” you smiled, “You’re free now.” Surprisingly, the fox lingered, studying you with beautiful carmine eyes. First tan fur, now red eyes? “You’re like something outta a fairy tale, huh? So pretty,” you said softly, gazing at it at wonder, when you heard distant voices shouting.

Crap. The hunters.

“You really thought you could fool us! There were no animals in that area!” “Ahaha fuck, I’m in trouble,” you murmured, thinking of a way to escape, when you remembered the fox was still here! “Hey uh, you really should get outta here-” you said, turning to find not a fox, but a man with fox ears and a- no wait, nine tails. Your eyes widened, freezing as you tried to process what just happened.

“Oi, dumbass, if you’re not gonna run they’re gonna get you, you know.”

“I- uhhh… well this is a weird dream,” you chuckled nervously. “Tch, idiot,” was all he said before picking you up bridal-style and running faster than the hunters could catch up. You felt something whizz past your ear. “HOLY FU- THEY’RE SHOOTING AT US!” you yelled, grabbing at the man’s collar. “Thanks for stating the obvious, dumbass!” he yelled back. “Now would you shut up so I can focus on not dying?” You quickly turned silent after that statement. Without warning the… man? fox? man fox?? suddenly took a huge leap into the trees, landing on a branch that somehow held his weight. You yelped, then quickly covered your mouth in order to keep quiet as you saw the hunters running past from underneath. “They’re gone now,” you heard the man speak as he set you down on the branch. The tree you both were on was sturdy, giving you a secure foothold. You turned to face him. “Uh, thanks for saving me back there, but I’m pretty sure you were a fox when I first saw you…?” “Tch. Humans really have gotten dumber over the past few years haven’t they. I’m a kitsune. Ya know what that is?” Your eyes widened. “A-a kitsune as in the ones in the fairy tales? The foxes who can shapeshift to humans, and have many tails…” you trailed off, feeling stupid that you had not noticed earlier. The kitsune smirked in response. “Yeah, and I have nine, meaning I’m the most powerful. You’re lucky I was there to save you.” “You saved me? Who was trapped in a cage, huh? If anything, you should be thanking me,” you huffed, annoyed. Who did he think he was? He said nothing, simply gazing at you with interest written all over the flaming pools of scarlet that were his eyes. You tried not to feel intimidated by them, not knowing what powers this creature possessed. You could not deny that he was beautiful as a human, alluring even, with blonde hair similar to his fox fur, and his body looked as if it were sculpted by gods. You gulped, forcing yourself to stop staring at all the scars scattering his bare chest. He smirked as if he knew exactly what you were thinking of, causing your face to heat up. “Where do you live, dumbass? I’m sure you can’t climb down trees.” You rolled your eyes, embarrassed that he was right. “Not far from here, I’ll manage.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” was all he said before he lifted you in his arms again, leaping to the ground and taking you home in no time. “I didn’t even give you directions,” you said, confused. He sighed. “I could smell your scent from here. Why do you live in the middle of the forest?” “Caz I want to??” you said. “That’s weird,” he responded. “Don’t you live here too though?” you retorted. You saw a smirk flicker briefly on his face before being replaced again with his bored expression. “I’ll see you around then, dumbass.” He said, turning to leave. “Wait!” you called out, immediately regretting it. Why’d I do that? But there was no time to question your actions as he looked at you, eyebrow raised. “Uh, I-I just wanted to know your name,” you said a little breathlessly. “Katsuki Bakugou,” he said, never breaking eye contact. “Bakugou, huh? Well, I’m Y/N L/N,” you replied. Bakugou shrugged. “I’ll be leaving then dumbass.” You huffed. “I literally just told you my name!” “And?” was all he said, before vanishing through the foliage of trees. You exhaled slowly, feeling a little disoriented. You had so many questions but decided not to think too much of the day’s events, instead opting for relaxing in your new home.

The next day, you decided to just hang out at home, yet you could not get the kitsune out of your mind, making you frustrated. “Ah, fuck it,” you mumbled, before heading out. You were not sure where you were going, but you walked in the same direction you did yesterday. “What are you doing this you idiot? What if the hunters find you again?” you thought, yet your body did not listen, continuing to walk in the same path. You did not run into anyone on the way. Unfortunately, that included Bakugou. You decided to just sit down under a tree and read the book you had brought with you. You had been peacefully reading for a while, the sounds of the forest soothing to you ears.

“Well fancy seeing you here.” You whipped your head at the sound of his voice. You saw the fox with tan fur you rescued yesterday. “Bakugou?” He transformed into his human form, grinning as he did so. “So, what’re you doing here, dumbass? Missed me?” You rolled your eyes. “You wish. I came here to relax for a bit.” “Whatever you say, dumbass. What’re you reading?” You showed him your book, causing him to snort. “What?” you asked, slightly irritated. What was his deal? “Your taste is so bland, I’m not surprised.” “Fuck off,” you responded. “As if you’ve ever even touched a book before.” “I have,” Bakugou said, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t peg you as the type to read,” you said, getting back to your book. “Is that all modern-day kitsunes do these days?” Bakugou shrugged. “I’ve never met any others here.” You looked back at him, surprised. “So… you’re alone?” “Tch. I just prefer to be by myself.” You nodded. “Me too.” “Pfft, you? You look like someone who would love being around people, with how much you talk and all.” You glared at him. “And this is exactly why I like being on my own.” He raised his arms. “I guess I’ll leave then. Since you seem to really hate company, right dumbass?” “My name is not dumbass, it’s Y/N. Why’re you so rude?” you hissed. You were met with silence when you realized he had left. You could not believe you actually came out all this way just to talk to him, only for him to randomly leave mid-conversation. You huffed, shifting your position to get more comfortable. “I’m still here you know.” You jumped, hearing his voice from above you. “What the hell?” He snorted in amusement. “You really think you could get rid of me that easily, dumbass?” You rolled your eyes, but inside you felt secretly happy that he had stayed, and you hated it. “You’re so annoying,” you retorted, turning a page in your book, yet somehow not really seeing the words. It was quiet for a while, before Bakugou jumped back down to the ground, sitting next to you. “Read that for me,” he said in a tone unlike his usual one. “What?” “You seem to like this trash so much, so read it,” he said, making himself comfortable. You sighed. “Fine.”

And so began the afternoons you would spend with him. Every day, you would meet him under the same tree and read. Sometimes he would fall asleep next to you, exposing a more soft and vulnerable side of him, contrasting to his normally brash and rough personality. It was pretty sweet, and over time, your feelings for him only grew. You were not sure, but you felt that he too had become softer and gentler around you as time went on. He even let you pet his ears, blushing whenever you did so, trying to hide his flusteredness behind his colourful words. He even went as far as falling asleep on your lap in wolf-form, making you happy he could trust you with the more vulnerable side of him.

You were at home, about to leave to meet Bakugou, when you heard some commotion outside. You were about to check when you heard the door break open. “Find them!” you heard a loud voice say. Your blood ran cold. The hunters? Why were they so set on revenge? You heard something break as they stormed through your house. Before you could grab something to defend yourself, one of them burst into your room, causing you to freeze. “There you fucking are,” he said moving towards you, blocking the exit. Thinking fast, you opened the window next to you and jumped out. Thankfully, it was close to the ground, so you easily picked yourself up and you ran, not daring to look back, but you heard them shouting and running after you. You sprinted down the familiar path, calling for Bakugou as you did. “Goddammit, where are you Bakugou?” you yelled as the hunters gained on you, when-

“The HELL you fuckers think you’re doing, HAH?”

You had never felt so relieved to hear his voice. “Bakugou!” “Stay behind me,” was all he said before going absolutely feral. He beat them up in no time, then watched as they ran away in terror. When he made sure they were gone, he turned to you, anger dissipating, his eyes filled with worry. “You ok?” You nodded weakly, then raised your arm, showing him the wound you had gotten when one of the hunters had shot at you. “It’s not bad, don’t worry. The bullet didn’t hit me, just grazed my skin.” “Shit,” Bakugou cursed as he took your arm in his hand, examining it. “That’s definitely more than a fucking graze.” “It’ll heal, I’m good at first aid,” you said. Bakugou looked at you, incredulous. “Dumbass, this needs more than first aid, are you really that stupid? Don’t move,” he said as his hands began to glow. He positioned them above your wound, using his power to heal you. “Thanks, Bakugou,” you said when he was done. “Really, I appreciate everything.” “Katsuki,” he said, not looking at you. “Huh?” you said, confused. “Call me Katsuki, dumbass.” A playful smile made its way on your lips. “Sure, when you call me Y/N.” He chuckled, then looked at you with a serious gaze. “I want you to stay with me.” You looked at him, dumbfounded. “W-What? What do you mean?” “Your home isn’t safe anymore. Those hunters could come back anytime, I went easy on them. I need you to be safe, Y/N, I-” he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “What would’ve happened to you if I wasn’t there? Just… please, become my mate Y/N. I’ll do anything for you, I’ll hunt for you, protect you, anything you want.” You were stunned, trying to process what he had just asked. “Y-You want me to be your… your mate? Why? And why would someone like you care so much about someone like me when no one really ever has?” He blushed, looking away to glare at the grass. “Fuck, I don’t know, maybe it’s caz I fucking love you, dumbass.”

#kitsune!bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #anime #bnha oneshots #mha oneshots #mha #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #bnha fics #mha fics #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bnha fantasy au

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goblinselfshippr · 6 months

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Instead of Dante and Vergil fighting when they first meet after his reformation, Caz just yells "YOU GODDAMN SUNOVABITCH" and throws a slipper at his face. It does 2000 damage points and instantly gets SSS rank for the deadly curve it makes for his dimple.

Nero almost pisses himself. Dante's holding back howling laughter.

#❤️[a thousand years]#💚[téir abhaile riú]

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riversofmars · 3 years

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Well, well, well, here we are, forth and final part to this story! Thank you everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed it as much as i did writing it! I'm happy to say, I'll probably be posting another fic for them next week, plus, I'm working on some bits for them for Whumptober! Until then, hope you enjoy this last part <3

Home Is Not A Place - Part 4: The Way Forward

When Caroline stepped out of her SUV, she narrowly avoided a puddle and congratulated herself on the small achievement. She walked around the side of the car to get Flora out of her seat. The week had gone by in a haze and by the time the weekend came round again, Caroline hadn’t been able to face being cooped up at the farm. So she had invited herself and Flora to her mother’s and Alan’s for the day, a course of action she had started to regret the moment her mother turned her visit into an interrogation.

“What’s the matter with you?“ Celia’s sharp observational skills had picked up on Caroline’s discomfort within moments of her entering the house.

“It’s been an exhausting week.“ Despite Caroline’s best attempts at making her drop the issue, Celia was like a dog with a bone:

“Did something happen? I told you it would be a bad idea, this. You and Gillian, you’re like fire and water, cats and dogs, it was never going to go well, I’m surprised it lasted as long as it did,“ Celia had huffed with no small measure of self-righteousness.

“Nothing happened! Everything is fine with our living arrangements.“ In hindsight, Caroline wasn’t sure how convincing her assurances had been but her mother wouldn’t have dropped the issue either way.

“That’s not what Alan said,“ her mother had countered, which came as a surprise to Caroline. Alan had been nothing but supportive of her move to the farm.

“What?“

“I didn’t say anything of the sort…“ Alan had intervened, but Celina had a habit of twisting his words the way they suited her.

“You said Gillian sounded strange on the phone, like something had happened.“

“Yes, but that could be any number of things…“ Alan had tried to appease, but the damage had been done.

Now, Caroline was back at the farm contemplating how they could move forward from here. She didn’t want her mother to have been right but the more she thought about it, the harder the current situation appeared to maintain. Watching Flora skip up the stairs to the farm house, calling for Calamity, was a particularly painful reminder of what she had ruined.

“Hiya Caz!“ A voice called to her as she hung up her coat in the front room and she tried to ignore her disappointment with the fact that it was Raff, not Gillian.

“Hello everyone,“ Caroline smiled as she came into the lounge. Flora had pounced onto Calamity on the sofa, next to Ellie, who was feeding the baby and gave her a quick wave of greeting. Caroline turned her attention to the kitchen where Raff was setting the table. Gillian was nowhere in sight which was both a relief and a disappointment. “Date night, is it?“ Caroline asked with a smirk as she noticed Raff had only set the table for two. There were wine glasses too, which the headteacher thought odd, as Raff didn’t drink wine really, but maybe he was making an effort for Ellie.

“This? Oh no, that’s not for us,“ Raff was quick to explain. “We’re gonna take kids to Harvesters if that’s alright with you.“

“Oh…“ Caroline didn’t know how else to respond.

“You and me Mum really need to sort out whatever it is you’ve got going on,“ Raff explained and opened the oven, checking on what looked like steak and ale pie. “I know she’s a lot to handle but…she’s better with you around so, whatever she’s done, just… try and move on from it?“ He retrieved the pie and put it on the table.

“It wasn’t her…“ Caroline said softly. “She didn’t do anything…“

“Oh well, then…you just sort it out, yeah?“ Raff reached out and put his hand to her arm, a gesture of understanding and support that Caroline didn’t feel she deserved, but was grateful for anyway.

“Right.“ She managed a thin smile and Ellie announced from the sofa:

“We’ll get the kids out of your hair.“

“What’s all this?“ As if on cue, Gillian appeared in the doorway of the lounge.

“Dinner.“ Raff smiled, setting the oven gloves down and following his wife who was shepherding the kids out.

“You not stopping?“ Gillian frowned, confused.

“Promised Calamity and Flora we’d go to Harvesters this weekend so you guys enjoy,“ Raff explained, gesturing towards the table.

“Raff!“ Gillian exclaimed, panic evident in her voice at the prospect of being left alone with Caroline. The headteacher just stood by the kitchen table, grabbing on to the back of a chair far more tightly then necessary.

“See you in a bit… come on little monsters, off we go!“ Raff paid no attention to his mother’s protest and silence fell upon their departure.

“Dunno why he did this…“ Gillian was first to break the awkward standoff, pushing her hands in her pockets self-consciously.

“Cause he wants us to sort things out,“ Caroline replied without looking at her. She decided it was best to sit down. Raff had gone to a lot of trouble for them and so it would be ungrateful of them to not at least try.

“Did you tell him?“ Gillian’s voice was shaky and accusatory in equal measures.

“No. Of course not…“ Caroline huffed. “Did you?“ She looked up to Gillian who sat down across from her, even if it was reluctantly.

“Course not!“ The sheep farmer shot back as if it was a ridiculous notion.

“Right…“ Caroline hummed. “Well, it’d be a shame to…let this go to waste…“

“I guess…“ Gillian had to agree and took the initiative of dishing out the food. “How’s me Dad?“ she asked without looking at Caroline.

“Fine, yeah, it was a nice day,“ the headteacher replied in a non-committal sort of way.

“Was it?“ Gillian’s voice let on how much she doubted that and Caroline couldn’t help a small smile, at how well Gillian was able to interpret the situation.

“Well, apart from my mother giving me an earful as usual,“ she admitted as she took a bite of the pie.

“What about?“ Gillian asked as she started eating as well.

“Oh just her usual high and mighty nonsense, how she’d been right, us living together would never work,“ Caroline answered thoughtfully. She wanted to be outraged by the very suggestion but she couldn’t be. Not when she had to entertain the possibility that maybe she had a point.

“Hm,“ Gillian huffed a response. “Hate it when your mum’s right.“

“She’s not right,“ Caroline shot back quickly, refusing to believe that, and Gillian held her hands up in defence.

“If you say so…“

Conversation stalled and they focused on their food instead. Where before, silence had been comfortable and peaceful between them, it was now laden with unspoken accusations and bitter disappointment. So much so, that eventually, they couldn’t take it anymore and Gillian was the first to break. She downed the rest of her wine and got to her feet though she was nowhere near done.

“Gillian…“ Caroline felt obliged to try and stop her from walking away.

“Just got to go check on sheep…“ Gillian said and Caroline shook her head:

“No, you don’t.“

“How would you know, you don’t know first thing about farming,“ Gillian snapped as she made her way into the lounge.

“I’ve lived here long enough to pick up a thing or two,“ Caroline countered and got up herself. “You’ve just been to feed them before we sat down.“ She followed her into the living area.

“Maybe I’m just looking for an excuse to go for a walk then. Fucking hell, Caroline, just give me some space, would you?“ Gillian yelled, and the expression of shock and hurt on Caroline’s face must have been all too obvious. “Sorry…“ The sheep farmer mumbled quickly. Her reaction had been over the top and it was impossible to deny how bad things had gotten. They couldn’t ignore it any longer, they needed to sort it out. Gillian perched against the sofa and crossed her arms in front of her chest, a gesture both defensive and protective. She didn’t look at Caroline, who lingered a few meters from her, she just stared at her own feet.

“Maybe this was a bad idea, us moving in here,“ Caroline said at last, admitting to something she neither believed nor wanted to be true, but it seemed the easiest way to alleviate the pain they were clearly both in.

“Don’t say that,“ Gillian mumbled, kicking her feet on the thick rug.

“It was, it was a bad idea. On paper it was perfect but in reality…“ Caroline gave a bitter laugh.

“It was too. It was…perfect, in reality, I mean…it was so…good…“ Gillian admitted, her voice soft and full of regret. It hurt Caroline more than another angry outburst would have. That disappointment that everything had gone up in flames after it had been so good, for all of them.

“But only until…it’s made me… I don’t know… the other day, that shouldn’t have happened.“ Caroline couldn’t get her words out, not properly, but Gillian understood anyway. There was, after all, only one thing she could be referring to.

“Caroline-,“ Gillian started but Caroline interrupted her:

“No, it was wrong, I read too much into what you were saying, it won’t happen again, I promise. But if you want me to go, if you feel like that’s going to hang over us from now on, I understand, I…“ It was the last thing she wanted but if that was what it took to make things go back to normal, she was prepared to make that sacrifice. She would sooner have Gillian as a friend with a healthy distance between them, than push their relationship beyond repair by forcing closeness that wasn’t good for either one of them.

“It’s not that, Caz,“ Gillian actually started laughing, in a desperate, disbelieving sort of way that stunned Caroline.

“It’s not?“ The headteacher echoed incredulously and Gillian shook her head.

“No…“

“Then what?“ Caroline asked, desperate for an alternative explanation. “Give me a clue.“

“Given you lots of clues, haven’t I, and you picked up on ‘em too and then… I just… don’t know, I freaked out, didn’t I. Like the utter pillock I am…“ Gillian mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

“What do you mean?“ Caroline frowned, she wasn’t sure whether she had heard her right or if she was getting the wrong end of the stick again.

“You know when you…“ Gillian cleared her throat awkwardly, but managed to meet her eyes at last. Caroline was surprised at the depth of emotion she found there. Negative ones, yes, like Gillian’s constant self-doubt and anxiety, but positive ones too, like admiration and something akin to longing. “Been wondering what it’d be like to… have someone like you, you know… and then, you’re here and like I was saying, it’s everything but the sex, isn’t it, and I meant what I said, I’d never been… happier…“ She paused and took a deep breath, she looked back to the floor as if she didn’t want to face Caroline’s reaction as she carried on: “I like you Caz, like really like you, for God’s sake, I’m sharing my f-bloody life with you, aren’t I, for what that’s w-worth and I… I thought maybe…“ The sheep farmer broke off her stuttering explanation as her courage left her.

“Gillian, I…“ Caroline took a step towards her, she reached out, intent on taking her hands but Gillian flinched back, clasping her arms around herself again as a means of protection.

“You’re too good for me, Caroline. In like, every way, and for some s-stupid reason… you seem to want to be here and I can’t figure out why! Sure, makes childcare easier, dunnit but… you always have to put up with me and Raff, Ellie, little ones… you could just pay for f-bloody wrap-around care, couldn’t you, it’s not like you can’t afford it…“ The sheep farmer burst out, shaking her head vehemently.

“Gillian,“ Caroline tried to appease her but there was no talking to her when she got like this, into a self-destructive, self-deprecating spiral because she believed nothing good would ever happen to her and if it did, she surely didn’t deserve it.

“So yeah, guess I… can’t blame you for wanting to leave, like, what were you doing here in the first place…“ Gillian took a deep breath, coming to the inevitable conclusion.

“Has it, at any point in that convoluted reasoning of yours, occurred to you that maybe, I like sharing my life with you too?“ Caroline asked, slowly, testing the waters as her heartbeat started to thunder in her ears upon the realisation that she had looked at things all wrong. The reason Gillian had rebuffed her advances was not that she wasn’t interested, that she had overstepped, it was because she had got scared and pulled back at the last moment because still, after all this time, she still didn’t believe she deserved to be happy.

“Oh…“ Gillian’s response was barely audible, she still stared at the floor, and Caroline decided this was her moment to put everything right. Things couldn’t get much worse, could they, so with a sort of dead man’s courage, she decided to put all her cards on the table. She retreated to a safe distance over by the fire before turning back, arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Yes, maybe it was a stupid idea to move in together, God knows I usually have better judgement than that - but then, looking at John, maybe I don’t,“ Caroline announced and was relieved to see a little smile cross the sheep farmer’s features, even if it was just for a moment. It encouraged her to keep going. “Maybe, I was tempted! Maybe I liked the idea of this, of us! And I always knew that there was a good chance I would only be making things worse for myself. Bad enough that I fancy my step sister, I put myself in the same house. With you right there, in arm’s reach! Cooking for me, looking after my daughter. You were changing in front of the fucking fire for God’s sake! Do you have any idea what that did to me?“ Caroline sigh, exasperated and Gillian huffed:

“No…“

“Well, I can tell you, it made things quite a lot worse, otherwise I would never… because I knew you wouldn’t be interested. I knew! You’re straight as an arrow. Except for when you’re not, which you just happened to drop into the conversation! Honestly, Gillian, what are you trying to do to me?“ Caroline laughed in a desperate sort of way at the irony of it all.

“Well, I don’t know, Caroline, maybe I was trying to say that yeah, maybe I’m like, I don’t know, interested! In you! As f-bloody mad as that sounds. You drive me crazy!“ Gillian exclaimed, breaking out of her stupor at last.

“We drive each other crazy, that’s not just on me,“ Caroline shot back, but not unkindly.

“You’re impossible!“ Gillian groaned, shaking her head at her.

“I’m impossible? You’re the one that pushed me away! I would have been quite happy to make all your sapphic fantasies come true, which, for the record, would have put you off men for good, I promise you that! You pushed me away,“ Caroline insisted sternly and this time, Gillian held her gaze defiantly.

“Yeah, well, maybe I was scared!“ Gillian declared and Caroline laughed at how ridiculous that sounded.

“When has sex ever scared Gillian Greenwood?“

“Not the sex, fuck’s sake, the commitment! Everything else! Our parents finding out! Ellie and Raff, they live in the same house as us. And the kids! And what will your colleagues say?“ Gillian gestured wildly, her emotions getting the better of her. “Did you hear, Dr. McKenzie-Dawson is dating again, yes, a sheep farmer, would you believe it?“ She faked a posh accent that she couldn’t maintain. “Caroline, I have nothing to give you, that’s what put us in this position, my f-bloody ineptitude at life.“ Gillian ran her hands through her hair, desperately trying to make her understand, but all Caroline did was take a step closer to her.

“I don’t want anything from you, I don’t have any expectations,“ she answered softly in response to her emotional outburst.

“You say that now but I bet when…“ Gillian averted her eyes again, looking at anything, everything, apart from the attractive headteacher who stepped into her personal space and simply took her hands, forcing her out of her defensive posture. The sheep farmer didn’t struggle, she couldn’t.

“Gillian. I am already sharing my life with you. We live in the same house. You look after my daughter. We share the burdens and we share the rewards, we are already, for all intents and purposes, partners. Do you really think I care what people say?“ Caroline asked softly and a strangled sob escaped Gillian’s trembling lips.

“I care,“ she declared and cleared her throat, struggling for composure. “Not ‘bout… what they say about me, like, I know what they say, don’t bother me anymore, but you…“

“Gillian, shut up,“ Caroline said and Gillian gave a bitter laugh:

“Don’t just tell me to shut up, you’re not headmistress here, are ya, you…“

“Gillian, you really need to learn when to shut up. I don’t care about other people. Yes, maybe, seven years ago when we first met, I would have, but not now, not after everything with John, and Kate, Flora, the new job, you… I don’t care anymore. I just want to be happy… don’t we deserve nice things, after all that?“ She let go of her hands and instead cupped Gillian’s cheeks. She tilted her head up, made her look at her.

“You deserve everything, Caroline, and I can’t…give that to you,“ Gillian mumbled but Caroline gently shook her head.

“I don’t want everything. I’d be quite content just having you, if it’s all the same to you,“ she hummed and leaned down to kiss her. This time, Gillian didn’t pull back. If anything, she allowed herself a moment of weakness too. She kissed her back, wet and sloppy, as tears fell from her eyes that Caroline was quick to brush away.

“Well, you can… have me… if that’s what… you want…“ Gillian rested her forehead against Caroline’s as they broke apart.

“Yes please…“ Caroline pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her. Gillian was shaking still, insecure, a bundle of nerves, and Caroline was determined to make it all better for her. She knew she could. “Do you remember how hung up I used to be on that house in Harrogate?” The sheep farmer gave a little nod but frowned, confused as to what her point might be. Caroline gave her a warm smile, pulling her close. “I’ve come to realise something since then.“ She gave a little chuckle and pressed a kiss to the top of her sheep farmer’s head. “Home is not a place, it’s not four walls and a roof… it’s the people you live with. I feel at home with you, Gillian.“

“Alright then…“ Gillian mumbled into her shoulder, obviously fighting back tears as she rested her head there. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, taking comfort in the other’s closeness that they had missed so dearly over the course of last week.

“So you were dropping hints, were you?“ Caroline chuckled, as she straightened herself up again at last and ran her hands along the collar of Gillian’s plaid shirt.

“Maybe…“ Gillian admitted sheepishly, wiping a few stray tears away. She took a deep breath, focusing on Caroline, who regarded her with a warm smile.

“Getting naked in the lounge?“ The headteacher raised her eyebrows at her.

“I had to get out of those clothes, you said so yourself…“ The sheep farmer countered and Caroline laughed:

“It was a cheap ploy.“

“Worked though?“ Gillian smirked, seemingly feeling more confident with every moment.

“Worked very well… I was lying awake all night thinking about it…“ Caroline admitted with a hum and she looked down at Gillian’s body.

“You were?“ Gillian grinned and Caroline leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her neck, just below her ear.

“You have no idea…“ She hummed and delighted at how Gillian seemed to stiffen a little.

“Well, maybe you can tell me about it…“ The sheep farmer suggested, her voice a little more breathless than before.

“Show, don’t tell…“ Caroline grinned and captured her lips in another kiss.

“Fine by me…“ Gillian whispered into the kiss and started tugging at Caroline’s blouse.

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