#hydrations important lads

[papanowo]

im getting the sneaky suspicion that techs gonna be magically healed by the next episode but i want my little feller to suffer lol

#ok im done stewing over his injury now smile #my art #star wars #bad batch spoilers #tbb #bad batch #tbb tech #tech #you can tell i was bored as shit doing the bg #gotta make it interesting #btw anon yes i am dinking my watur thx for asking ^_^ #hydrations important lads

[tonberry-yoda]

This is so random but I just read your part 2 with Crocodile and him having a child and I can totally see Crocodiles child just barging into a Cross Guild meeting with Buggy, Mihawk and Crocodile wanting them all to play with them or have a tea party or something and that thought just makes me giggle imagining those 3 doing that 🤣

OMG

THIS

the moment i saw this in my inbox i knew i had to write it, so this is for you anon. thank you for this amazing idea i had a blast writing it. ALSO! If anyone has a name suggestion for Crocodile's son since this is now a series on my account, please suggest away! have an awesome day anon!

Crocodile as a father part 3

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 371

Notes - again, thank you for this wonderful idea and name suggestions for the little lad are open! I am honestly obsessed with writing croc as a dad, so please for the love of god keep these rolling in!!! (image below not mine)

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

“I think there are plenty of better ways to deal with issues than that, Buggy.” Crocodile shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, thanking Mihawk for his cup of coffee.

“Yes, but that one is the easiest!” Buggy slammed his hands on the table and thanked Mihawk for the coffee as well.

Crocodile went to protest, but Mihawk stepped in, sitting down at the table. “Crocodile, I'm with Buggy. I think using-”

“Dadda!!! Daddaaaaaaa!!!!!” Crocodile’s toddler burst into the room, interrupting a very important meeting, holding up a tea cup and his favorite stuffed rabbit doll.

Crocodile pinched the bridge of his nose and quickly looked up with a smile. “What’s up, buddy?”

“Dadda! I wanna have a tea party!”

“A tea party? Buddy, weren't you hangin’ out with mamma? You can ask her to-”

Crocodile’s toddler grabbed Crocodile’s big hand, trying to pull him away from the table. “Buddy, we’re really busy, can't you just ask mamma to-”

“I wanna play with dadda though.” He looked up at his father with the cutest eyes that he couldn't just deny.

But he shook it off and looked at his toddler sternly. “Why aren't you in mamma’s office right now?”

“Mamma told me that I could come play with you!” He just smiled at Crocodile.

Of course she said that.

“Buddy, you can't just-”

“Is dat Buggy??? Hi!!!” His attention went quickly toward the clown sitting at the table. He ran up and grabbed his hand, pulling it straight off of his body which ended up putting them both in a huge fit of laughter.

There was no way Crocodile was going to get out of this now. Especially considering Mihawk was setting up the table for a tea party for everyone, handing Crocodile’s child a cup of chocolate milk they had in the fridge.

“Why don't you join us, Crocodile?” Mihawk took a dramatic sip from his coffee. “We don't have all day, you know? Us former warlords have a lot of planning to do.”

Crocodile’s son immediately began looking as professionally as he could as he was now a member of their very important meeting.

Now there was absolutely no way Crocodile was getting out of this.

#crocodile as a father #daddy croc #crocodile #sir crocodile #mr 0 #crocodile x reader #crocodile one piece #sir crocodile x reader #mr 0 x reader #one piece x reader #request #anon #so good omg #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #<3

[icharchivist]

DGM 248 spoilery thoughts:

(link to the chapter there)

-There's something so soft and intimate about all of them naping together it makes me want to cry

-Allen sleeping with the jar is so upsetting :(

-"haha yeah Allen! Go stay hydrated! this is what you deserve king! .... something is going to go wrong."

-AND WHAT A THING. HELLO NEA? ITS BEEN A WHILE.

-NEA YOU CANT SAY THAT TO PEOPLE

-World's most adorable and annoying parasite.

-Man Nea is REALLY MAD Allen forgot about him. But he is really being a bitch about it :sob:

-Also Nea REALLY doesn't want Allen to go to the Campbell Mansion? I hope it doesn't discourage Allen since it's our only clue as to bring Lavi back in the story since it's the only place that seems to hold answers. But if anything that just makes the mansion even more suspicious to hold actual answers.

-EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME EXCU???? HAS ALLEN NOT BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH PEOPLE USING HIM

-first this page absolutely slaps, it looks gorgeous

-Second, that's good Allen knows about it now, i kinda. forgot he wasn't aware of it yet

-but third: Nea and the WORST WAYS to inform someone they should start having an identity crisis.

-He's SOOO petty about the fact Allen gave himself to him, then forgot about him, and now is actively working against him. Fucking blows man.

-So like does Allen have to expect Nea to pop up from any mirrors to give him existential crisis at all time. poor lad.

-Allen you were doing such a good job at finally opening up to the people around you and not lying and faking a smile to pretend that everything was alright while nothing is. Sweetie you had made progress like, yesterday night. Please. Don't lie now. especially when Nea told you something super important that everyone could try to learn about.

Esp since you have Kanda with you right now like *grabs his shoulders* how about you talk with mister "was forcefully reincarnated in a new body without my memories" when the man inside of you tells you you've been reincarnated in a new body without your memories, but out of your own free will. Allen. Allen.......

I mean i know why he does that, Allen always takes everything upon himself and all but :( god this is so sad, he was making progress and Nea just came along and ruined everything again.

im in shamble.

Anyway it was a great chapter reminding us of the threat Nea has and how difficult the whole thing is emotionally speaking for Allen.

Damn all i wanted was him to be hydrated and now he has yet another identity crisis :( this guy never wins.

Chapter was gorgeous also. A wonderful read. thank you Hoshino-sensei. And thank you to Kougeki scans as always!

#ichablogging dgm #dgm spoilers #dgm248

[mylordshesacactus]

19 for your dnd characters?

Deliberately interpreting vague prompt as: All of them!

How Dehydrated is your OC right now? Are they going to fix this?

Benevolence (Tiefling Bard)

If Benny's dehydrated, it's not her fault. She doesn't drink--personal preference--and you can't always count on a small-town tavern letting you get away with ordering lemonade.

Rinda Broadstone (Dwarven Paladin of Bahamut)

BREAKFAST IS THE MOST IMPORTANT MEAL OF THE DAY AND YOU'LL BE NO GOOD TO OTHERS IF YOU DON'T DRINK ENOUGH WATER AND GET ENOUGH SLEEP AND EAT YOUR VEGETABLES.

Hoo. Sorry, lad, blacked out for a second there--

She is properly hydrated and so is everyone else in her party. That is a threat.

Atri (Aarakocra Ranger-Cleric of the Raven Queen)

She'd love to get a drink but she's been staking out this tomb for eighteen hours and doesn't want to risk losing the necromancer because she had to waddle behind a tree. Perils of working alone.

Concorde (Tiefling Warlock - Bronze Dragon/reskinned Fathomless)

Don't tell her that alcohol dehydrates you, she'll be traumatized.

In all seriousness though: Kid's career navy--she knows what water rationing does to the body and she's not going to court that through negligence. She gets enough, babygirl, don't worry about her. It's sweet that you care, though. Can she buy you a drink? Goes against her honor to let a pretty girl go thirsty--

Sedge Burdock (Halfling Druid-Fighter)

Oh, you gotta get this girl some Gatorade before she dies. Maybe, like, a xanax or twelve while you're at it. Fucking disaster is what she is.

Lorne Cooper (Dragonborn Barbarian)

She's a grad student. So on the one hand she hasn't been outside in three weeks and hasn't exactly been exercising. On the other, she's a botonist, so she's spending a lot of time in hothouses. On the third hand that does mean she's perfectly able to keep a waterskin on her at all times and has plenty of opportunity to drink as needed.

On the fourth hand, the waterskin is definitely full of coffee and she definitely hyperfocuses for eight hours at a time and then suddenly gets hit with seventeen status effects as soon as she blinks.

Haliastur "Kite" Proteles (Gnoll Cavalier)

Not as well-hydrated as she oughta be, sure. But gettin' by just fine. Can't get too greedy or you'll be hurting before you get to the next stopover, but you're no good to anyone sick. Still. She's a stockhand--spends a lot of time in the sun on wide dusty plains. Could probably use more water than she gets.

...hey, want some arm? Still marrow in the fingerbones probably, pretty fresh bandit arm, just a few days old--

#d&d #askmeme

[omoghouls]

Urgh I’m also obsessed with him pissing on his partner in the shower. Theyre up to no good, making sure he has all the liquid he needs before begging him to join them in the shower. He doesn’t want to make his bunny upset so he follows behind anyway, thinking that maybe he could just slowly drain himself while you faced away from him. If he was subtle about it, his stream could just blend in with the water and you’d be none the wiser… But the more he thinks about needing to pee and the more he looks at your naked body his cock starts to rise, and pissing discreetly would be impossible at this point. When you finally turn to face him he gets so startled that he accidentally unloads onto you, yellow stream jetting against your belly button and dwindling down to your crotch. What a fucking baby.

YZRXFUCIGHIVTXGGV7CTXTXTG O M G CRYING SCREAMING 😳💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

He's such a tall lad. Of course, it's important for him to consume extra drinks to keep him properly hydrated! None the wiser to the possible alternative motivate that comes from his partner lovingly tipping the third bottle of water down his throat in the past hour😌

That is until alllllll those fluids filter through and rest in his bladder like an over filled waterballoon- he shifts from foot to foot when he stands, all intentions to make a quick trip to the washroom.

But he turns the corner and finds his partner already undressing for a shower. They gently tug him so his gaze leaves the toliet and rest on them as they beg him to join them- it'll save water if they shower together, god knows the captain is always getting on everyone for wasting water!

Ofc how is the giant to say no to that face? When he bends to shuck his pants off, König thinks he'll spill right then and there, but he's able to hold out until he steps inside the shower. The warm water washes over him as he towers over his partner, who has turned to face the faucet, mulling over the shampoo.

König's body needs relief, they aren't looking right now, he could let go, relief is just one relaxed muscle away. But, his eyes are lingering over his partner's body, eyeing their wet, bare skin, following the trail of freckles he's memorized like constaltions in the night sky.

His mind wandered to the other times where that bare skin was marked with bites and nips, light purple hickies over their shoulders and beginning of their neck, warnings to others that they are /his/. These thoughts leave the blood to pool elsewhere~ His cock twitches as it rises, the utter desperation topped with being so close, skin to skin with his partner has König battling his thoughts and body.

He's so lost in thought that he only notices his partner has turned to him when they lightly tap him with the soapy washcloth. But that surprises him just enough for his body to let out a jet of urine.

It's game over. König lets out a breathy moan as he's unable to stop himself from pissing allllll over his partner👀 Urine is descending down them and twirling down the drain as it mixes with the soapy water.

"You big baby," the partner murmurs, their hands moving down his body, pressing themselves close to his shuddering figure as the flow turns to dribbles, "lemme help you."

One hand cups his balls while the other hand lightly grips his cock, their thumb lazily rolling over the tip, massaging the mixture of pre-cum and pissy water down its length♡

#m #könig mw2 #WIGGLING AT PARTNER BEING CALLED BUNNY

[pipelinepunchmonster]

Dearest pipelings, as I write this review it’s 4th September, aka MY BIRTHDAY!

For my birthday I got two cans of American import monster for the low low price of £3.50 a can. Worth it. The next review will be out next Wednesday at 00:00 UK time. Look out for that!

With that being said, I present to you…

STRAWBERRY LEMONADE REHAB MONSTER

The flavour is a 8/10. It tastes like Costas strawberry iced lemonade, or strawberry lemonade kool aid. It’s really nice, very refreshing and the fact that it isn’t fizzy is quite nice too, you get the flavour better.

The can is pretty cool, although I would much rather have a cute description than ADVANCED HYDRATION. ELECTROLYTES. COCONUT WATER. It loses points there just for that. Everything else is nice though! I especially love the pink can tab with the logo. The other flavour I got has a can tab with a logo, but not pink. You’ll have to wait and see what it is.

All in all, very much worth £3.50. It was a great thing to wake up to on my birthday, and I drank it out of my brand new LAD MUG!

(Thank you Hanna for getting me this, it’s my favourite thing I own right now!)

If you try this flavour, make sure to drink it out of your very own lad mug. It improves the flavour drastically!

I’ve had a great birthday so far, I’ll see you next week with another review!

- Admin Izzy, who is now sixteen

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[hussaincalderon53]

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[hollowtones]

Hihihihi Holly! I'm using a throwaway account because ✨anxiety✨ but I just really needed to ask a very important question:

what's the original source of the funny muppet birds? (the one used for your VRChat avatar etc) I absolutely adore them with my whole heart and I must know where I can find more of these lovely little lads

- ty and remember to hydrate!!

Wee Sing in Sillyville

[https-sen]

Time.

welp, caffeine break it is. i hope you like the middle pic ;) enjoy dear reader! remember to stay hydrated <3 (Listen to "feelings are fatal" by mxmtoon while reading this :3 )

Pairings: Suna Rintarō x gn!reader

Genre: Angst (no happy ending ( >д<) )

note:[ALL genders (including males) are allowed to read my fics <3]

p.s youre an athlete, vv tall and you play soccer and basketball (the sports I play ′～‵)

* huff * * puff *

You sprinted like there was no tomorrow. You heard that he only dated you for attention and clout but you were too blinded by love to ever notice how he truly acts around you. The hood of your hoodie starting to fall of your head as you grasped on your backpack tightly. "Y/N!! Wait! Please!", you could hear Suna yell as he ran after you. Oh wait, shit, we havent done those classic flashbacks you see in a romance drama before ending with "To be Continued" yet huh? Let's go back then shall we?

........

"Rinrin, you just fucking stood me up for the 5 time this week! My phone battery died after waiting for you for an entire goddamn 4 hours."

You stood infront of your annoyed looking boyfriend. He glanced up quite a few times but rolled his eyes right after each scentence you ended. "Look just give me some time, I had other things to do.", stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket looking away. "I have given you time, 5 months even. C'mon you keep repeating the same thing all over. I have basketball and soccer practice too and I make room for your needs! I dont see whats so wrong-" "Of course you dont see it, you're just too laid-back and dense to ever care for something thats important to me at all. You're not even that good at them, thats why your coach lets you skip and you dont mind skipping practice. Honestly, I would'nt even be surprised if they give the captain title to someone else!", he scoffed as he glared, cutting you off. You were honestly hurt at that point, that your own boyfriend would actually say that without even looking sorry. Stooping down to his level, eye-ing him with a bitter look on your face, "Then if I'm not ever good enough at anything, then maybe I'm not ever gonna be good enough for our relationship, eh?" With wide eyes he (FINALLY) met your cold stare. "W-wait, you dont really mean that..? Maybe you should cool off and give me some time to-", he tries to hold your hand but his got slapped aside. His team members noticed your heated conversation and stood there staring in silence. "You've been given your precious "Time". Now if you'll excuse me I'll take my leave, later dipshit. See you, guys." Waving off to the team before dashing out the door.

........

And now we're here.

A desperate Suna who once used to be your boyfriend running after his S/O who was casually sprinting yelling "Wait!" like a mad-lad across the pavement. Not looking back you thought to yourself, "So its true huh.. Should've listened." before shutting the door once you reached your house that you ex-boyfriend pounded on throughout the night trying to get you to talk to him again.

i have never once writen angst in my life its just so cheesy to me so i tried it for fun lol anyways todays my birthday and less than 5 people remembered so it'll make me happy if you followed me, said hi or wished me a happy birthday (੭ ˃̶͈̀ ω ˂̶͈́)੭⁾⁾ pls gimme ideas in the asks im begging you im bored asf and im taking up requests for any genre (fluff and angst) ε=o(´ﾛ｀||)

#haikyuu fic #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x m!reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #f!reader #male reader #m!reader #head empty #only angst #suna rintarou #hq suna #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna angst #inarizaki #suna rintaro scenarios #idk what to do #im running out of ideas #and im bored

[dyketubbo]

intro post (cleaned up a bit.. again!)

basic summary: my name is dyke/eyez/circus/mask/whatever you wanna call me, im a minor, im nd and a qpoc, i use any pronouns but he/him (and dont like masc terms, including bro, dude, guy, lad, stuff like that), and im apart of a system.

dni if youre against any kind of minority (includes racists, terfs, truscum, queer exclus of any kind [yes, even mspec lesbian exlus], etc etc), support ccs like schlatt uncritcally/actively like him, are nsfw, ship irl ppl (even ones that are okay with it), do x reader stuff with ccs, truth ccs at all, believe fiction doesnt effect reality/are a pro shipper/anti anti, or dont tag triggering things like zoophilia n stuff. dont be romantic or sexual towards me at all, and dont talk about touching me w/o asking. also dont interact if youre fine with those kind of ppl and actively interact w them (only exception to that last one is if you interact w ppl who like cc!schlatt, idc about that as much as long as theyre critical of him)

i like benchtrio the most but keep up w/ everyone best i can and like analyzing and drawing. im really sensitive and kind of an asshole so. bare w/ me if i lash out or am too much or something.

currently we have small intros of us per member on a page (/systemstuff) but dyke n grass will talk the most (mostly dyke). ty for reading, i hope you have a nice day and if its late for you, feel free to go get some rest. if its daytime, go eat!! or hydrate if you havent.

follows/likes and stuff will come from @/cottonskittles, reblog/like spam is ok, i dont care how people interact w me or my posts as long as they dont breach my boundaries, i think thats it but feel free to ask questions if u need clarification. more stuff under da cut

hi howdy just some more in depth stuff

im bad w tone so like. if you make fun of tone indicators or think theyre unnecessary/annoying (unless talking about excessive use/people using them as an excuse to be mean n stuff) probably dont interact w me because while i can interpret messages w/o them my own tone is often unreadable so i use them for the sake of others

story wise wise i usually look for benchtrio stuff, but i also try to keep up with everyones lore! theyre all important to the story in some way :]. however due to the themes surrounding them c!dream and c!schlatt make me uncomfy, and i only receive secondhand info abt the torture stuff bc its uncomfy too. also im personally critical of c!techno and i know that esp bothers a lot of ppl so yknow. warning to stay away this blog might piss you off

dni wise dont be a bigot. if youre against minorities of any kind fuck off, dont follow if youre nsfw or make nsfw content of childrens media, uhmm for personal sake regarding themes on the dsmp remember to like. tag cult stuff, drug use (esp underage), zoophilia, pda, and cannibalism if ur gonna follow me. tyyy. also dont follow if ur uncritical of some of the things various ccs involved have done (this is vague bc i know theres misinformation on dream and techno specifically but theres still shit thats actually been done and of course uh. the whole schlatt situations), and generally dont follow if you outright like cc!schlatt (c!schlatt likers r fine). like im not gonna make a big deal out of it but i will at the very least softblock because he makes me. really uncomfortable. you can interact n stuff just dont follow. dont interact if you use the new pan flag its gross and ugly and i dont agree with why it was made. and dni if youre a pro shipper (even if its to cope- find better coping mechanism thanks im a survivor and it makes me relapse to even think about pro shipping, actively romanticizing pedophilia, incest, age gaps, etc in media and then pretending like its just shipping discourse is Fucking Disgusting and i hate it), and dni if you like genderbend stuff it makes me uncomfy

also this is specific but if youre nonblack and weird about aave i will fucking murder you. n if you make suicide jokes please at least tag them. if you tell people to seriously kill themselves or joke abt "do a flip" or w/e or find that funny then dont interact w me at all

non dni wise w/ boundaries dont use masc terms for me, dont like.. talk about kissing me or flirting with me or anything, dont call me smart or a good person (just a personal thing. you can use synonyms if you really want), ask before talking about touching me, i have mirror touch so when people describe physical touch in any way i can feel it and thats uncomfortable. dont call me a liar, anddd dont make too many sexual references w/ me. keep it to the level thats like, present in beeduo streams but dont talk to me about kinks or anything even as a joke. finally make sure to tag things w /p if you mean it platonically around me, its for comforts sake. feel free to talk or message or ask for other socials or whatever idc about any of that

thatsss all for now. i do analyses ig, also art. have a doodle of my sona to tide u over under this paragraph. sorry for rambling, im not good at summarizing my thoughts and i have a lot to say. ok thats all thank you if you got this far and read it all i rlly appreciate you /gen. i was milfsmp but i didnt want to take the chance that someone would call me milf as a nickname

#intro #mask mews #okay. thats all. again ty and sorry for talkin sm im really nervous but i wanna like #put myself out there. not be such a secret ig #it felt wrong #dyke doodlez #generally just. if you really like edgy humor we rnt gonna get along lol #i can deal w it sometimes from streamers but peers? no. i hear enough in the fuckin highschool hallways

[vanmccannonlyfans]

Since we just entered the last week without any CatB news, let's all answer some questions as a quick game:

1. How are you preparing yourself to see them on stage after so long?

2. If it's right that they're gonna put an almost 2 hours long show, what are you expecting? Do you reckon they'll perform any new songs?

3. How long will Van's hair look?

4. Bets on their new album cover animal?

5. Picture yourself at the barrier in their concert. How are you looking?

6. I know the lineup is already perfect as many of us seems to love both Inhaler, Sam Fender and CatB, but would you add anyone else?

7. So then, to go to this concert you'll have to lose something, what's gonna be? It can be another artist concert you already have a ticket to, or your won't be able to see the next season to your favourite serie like in forever, or you won't see your team important match, or something else you are really wanting. Are you going then?

8. My very goodbye to you lot, if I am creative enough I'll come back next Sunday, the last one till we see the lads. Xx

1. How are you preparing yourself to see them on stage after so long?

staying hydrated and trying to detach any expectations about seeing them after so long and all the drama that's happened! just trying to stay optimistic and letting whatever happens, happens! and maybe having a few drinks and some herb to loosen up 💆

2. If it's right that they're gonna put an almost 2 hours long show, what are you expecting? Do you reckon they'll perform any new songs?

their entire discography isn't even two hours so i hope so! honestly i would be pleased as punch if they just played every song they've ever made, but if they threw a few new ones into the mix, that would be so exciting! i imagine it will be very similar to their setlist from last tour with a couple new songs if they have any to share.

3. How long will Van's hair look?

probably as long as it was back in 2020 when we last saw him 💇‍♂️

4. Bets on their new album cover animal?

maybe a mouse 🐭, bear 🐻, or tiger 🐯? or a fox 🦊?

5. Picture yourself at the barrier in their concert. How are you looking?

well i'm beautiful as always and wearing a top that shows off my best assets 🍒

6. I know the lineup is already perfect as many of us seems to love both Inhaler, Sam Fender and CatB, but would you add anyone else?

of course i'd love to see all my faves at once, but in keeping with the genre i'd add sorority noise, front bottoms, hippo campus, alt j, glass animals, tigers jaw, modern baseball, american football, and brand new

7. So then, to go to this concert you'll have to lose something, what's gonna be? It can be another artist concert you already have a ticket to, or your won't be able to see the next season to your favourite serie like in forever, or you won't see your team important match, or something else you are really wanting. Are you going then?

ugh, i guess i could lose one of my upcoming concerts! or piercings! but i wouldn't want to! i deserve everything i want 😇

8. My very goodbye to you lot, if I am creative enough I'll come back next Sunday, the last one till we see the lads. Xx

thank you honey, i loved answering these 💓

#you've got mail 💌

[sif-the-tsunami]

Ropes and Roses part three

Summary: Elizabeth Rosehill is a talented dance instructor and a force of nature that beguiles her famous student. Events in her life, however, have led her to search for more creative ways for her to keep herself afloat. What will she do to keep her dreams secure and what will it mean for her blossoming relationship.

Warning: this passage contains some drunken shenanigans, heavy petting, making out, self deprecating humor, stripping down to ones underwear, sexual frustration, some insecurities, and angst. Oh and the beginning of Elizabeth showing her dominant side. If I missed anything please let me know

Word count: 2500

A/N: If you read it and like it, it would mean a lot to me if you could say something nice!

“And what will the lady be having?” The handsome bartender asked from behind the wooden top.

“Gentleman Jack, two fingers, neat. Please and thank you.” Elizabeth had her face all smooshed up in her hands, cradling her own head, resigning to the feeling of utter defeat. Gregory Chapman had called her and told her that the movie had lost its funding. The promises he made her were now as empty as the glass in front of her. As was her bank account. At least the bartender quickly remedied the empty glass problem. Henry saw her sitting there, her perfect posture was replaced by the pose of someone who wanted to be as small as possible.

“Oh shit, you are taking the news way harder than I thought you would. I also had no idea you liked whiskey.” He saw that her eyes were puffy, she had rubbed the winged eyeliner tip off on one of her eyes. He took the hand closest to him and gave her a gentle squeeze. The best part of having had their lessons was they had grown comfortable with touching each other. He appreciated the intimacy they shared, even if he though it had been platonic on her part. “Cancellations happen pretty often, don’t beat yourself up too much.”

“You were getting so good too.” Her voice came out as a whine, she took a sip of her liquor.

“I was mediocre at best, I just happen to look good while you dance around me.” The gold tinged light above them made her eyes and the drink the same color. Everything about her right then seemed angelic to him, even with her sad expression she glowed. “My only regret is that I won’t get to see you as much. I’ve enjoyed our time together.”

“That is very kind, Henry.” Elizabeth laced her fingers with his. “It was a pleasure to teach you.”

I love how she says my name, he thought. “So, what happens next for you?”

“I have to work harder to try to keep my dance studio open.”

“What do you mean? You have some great teachers, you have full classes.”

“Greg had told me that once he was given the funding he planned on investing in the dance studio with some of his earnings. I’m not sad about the movie being canceled, I’m just sad that this is just one more thing to have gone wrong this year...” she trailed off.

“Want to talk about it?”

“If I start, I will not shut up, I’m sure you don’t want to listen to me bitch and moan for an hour. Don’t you have more important things to be doing?”

“I could listen to you complain all night. Besides, nothing is more important than us getting drunk and possibly finding people to snog with tonight,” he said with the intention of making her laugh, but with a quick look around the pub, it looked like the their options would be limited. “I bet you could charm the pants off that lad at the end there.”

The lad was an older gentleman wearing a newsboy hat and a sweater with patches on the elbow.

“Oh Mr Cavill,” she said in a dreamy, playful voice, “he’s just my type. Do you think he’ll like me?”

“I don’t know Ms Rosehill, you might have to show him a little clevage.”

She pretended to pull the top of her dress down a little, big shit eating grin on her face, “How’s that? Better? Oh please, sir, notice me. Please come tap my ass like a keg!”

The remark caused Henry to choke on his drink. After a deep gasp of air he looked at her incredulously “never mind, you’ll kill the man. Give him a heart attack talking like that.”

The two talked, Elizabeth told him about how earlier that year she had gone through a bitter divorce, her ex had left her with more debt than she would be able to handle by herself and then her mother had passed away. She felt like she was drowning and the first life raft that had been thrown her way was being pulled from her.

“But you know what? I am a pretty damn good swimmer, and my momma didn’t raise no bitch.” She stated. She sat back sagaciously for a moment, “I think that might be the whiskey talking.”

Henry chuckled to himself. They were both a few drinks deep into their conversation and she was feeling it. He paid their tab and took her with him, “Come on, you lightweight, let’s go put some food in you so you don’t black out on me.”

Trying to get the teacher to do anything while she had been drinking was like trying to get a cat to cooperate. Every time they walked for more than a few minutes, she would wonder off some where distracted by anything that caught her attention. He stood there the fourth time when she stopped to look at display of macrons in a window.

“Are you like this every time you drink?”

“No, only when I forget to eat during the day before hand, I’m so hungry, I would perform unspeakable acts if I could get my hands on some fried pickles right now. Are those even a thing here?”

“Fried… pickles?” He responded moderately concerned for her sanity. “Why?”

“Do you want the drunk answer or the athlete answer?”

“Both. Oh my god woman, would you get off of that. You are like the worst version of the worst mission in video games. No, no, no, you wrap your arm around mine right now, I will get you food, I promise. Stay with me, Lizzie, tell me about the pickles.”

“Drunk answer is that they taste good, you know what takes a sandwich from eh to great. Pickles.” She tucked her arm right into his, with his other hand gently resting on top of her arm ready to guide her along. “Athlete answer is that they help re-hydrate you, after work outs, after drinking. Drinking pickle juice always cures my hangovers. Although chips work too, especially with salt and vinegar.”

They found a place still open that was serving delicious smelling fried food. He was together enough to set her down on a curb. “Please stay here. I’ll be right back.”

She leaned against him as soon as he sat down and handed her their snack. It was beginning to get late and a chill in the autumn air was starting to creep in. “You called me Lizzie earlier, I haven’t been called that since I was a little girl.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you still are a little girl. Well, compared to me anyways.” He nudged her with his elbow a little to get a smile out of her. “I hope you don’t mind, I won’t call you that again if you hate it.”

“It is totally fine, I’ve gone by Liz, Lizzie, Lizbeth, Beth. Just please don’t call me Libby. My middle name is Louisa, my ex would call me Libby-Lou, knowing how much I hated that nickname. Made me feel like I should be living in Whoville, waiting for the Grinch to steal my Christmas dinner.”

“They can be the worst, ex’s. They always know where they can jab at you with a mean joke or poke at an insecurity. One of mine would make comments about what I was eating, especially if I was between jobs.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and felt her whole body shiver.

“I’m sorry, you never deserved that.” She said softly. He looked into her eyes, the eyeliner had somehow gotten more smudged, she looked as exhausted as she sounded.

“No, neither did you. I don’t know what all he did to you, but you deserve better too.” His voice came out low and husky. “Do you want to come back to my place, I live pretty close by and you look like you are about to freeze.”

“I don’t know, Mr Cavill, I seem to remember you mentioning something about finding someone to make out with tonight, will I find one there?”

With the straightest face he could possibly muster, “As long as you don’t eat all of my pickles.”

***

A twenty minute walk later, they were in Henry’s home. They were both greeted by a very excited Kal, who snuffled and snorted at his daddy’s new friend. A warm welcoming glow came from the living room where the lights had been left on for his dog. He offered her one of his hoodies to help her warm up and planted her on the couch so he could take his boy to do his business outside. He came back as quick as he, honestly expecting to find her asleep. Instead, she was looking at him with her whiskey colored eyes. He had wanted another drink, and brought them both another glass of the liquor. He sat down at the other end of the couch, trying to respect her space. “Are you comfortable, can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m warming up well, thank you. You have a beautiful home, it’s nice and cozy.”

“Thank you, I like it here a lot, it is just enough for me. And Kal, for that matter.” His furry buddy was pressing as much of himself against the spot Elizabeth sat on the couch. She was delicately rubbing the area between his eyes and cooing at big beast, his fluffy tail wagging happily. “I think he likes you.”

“Oh good, I’m glad His Lordship approves of me.” She moved her hands to rub his chin. “You are just a big softy aren’t you? Good man, Kal.”

Henry watched them get acquainted, allowing himself to melt into the couch, legs spread apart. She turned her attention to the beautiful man before her. Maybe the booze was making her feel more bold than usual, but damn did she want him. Her mind was still swimming from their earlier adventure. Hopefully, it was an invite to climb between his powerful thighs. She shot back her glass and put the empty cup on his side table. He reached over to her and pulled her close. She positioned herself to face him and straddled his lap. His breath caught in his throat for a moment.

“If I’m being to presumptuous, I can stop. I will go sit on the other side again.” She said quietly.

“No, I want this. I want you.” He reached up, fingers were gently touching the back of her arms.

She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his, “Before you... we… whatever it is here that we are doing, I need you to know that I don’t know what all I can give to you right now. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I think you are worth the risk,” he whispered to her and they connected.

Henry had wanted this from the first time he placed her hands on him. Every nudge, posture correction, hand offered to help him, whenever he felt her skin on his he felt the current between the two of them and it was electrifying. He felt himself grow hard as she invited him to explore her body. His hoodie was off was off of her body as soon as they started, and then shortly after came her black dress. They continued to make out as she unbuttoned his soft flannel shirt.

He fingers searched the back of her bra for it’s clasp. She broke off their kiss long enough to lean back and unhook it from the front. Henry could feel the pressure building in his jeans as he looked at her body.  All she had left on were knee high black boots and a pair of silky purple panties. Elizabeth gave him a lopsided smile as she leaned back into their embrace. Her fingers danced and tickled down his chest running down to to the bottom hem of his shirt. Henry stopped himself before she removed the cotton undershirt, ever so gently. “Before I take this off, I want you to not be disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” she asked breathlessly.

“I don’t look like Geralt right now. I’m in my off season, and I don’t know what kind of expectations you have...” Elizabeth slowly ran her hands back up his chest.

“I like you, Henry: your beautiful, overthinking, intelligent mind; your sweet nature; your burning passions. You as a person.” peppering his neck and face with tender kisses, her hands tangling in his hair. “Everything else is just sprinkles on a cupcake.”

“Sprinkles on a cupcake?” he smiled. She nibbled on his ear and he moaned, hungry for more.

“Cupcakes don’t need sprinkles to be delicious, I have never refused a cupcake because it didn’t have sprinkles on it.” She ran her fingers back down to the bottom of his shirt. “So, Mr Cavill, do I have permission to take your shirt off?”

“Yes, Ms Rosehill, you do.” The woman on top of him pulled the garment off, never breaking eye contact. After it’s removal, she kept a firm grip on his arms, inching ever closer to his wrists. With her hands on them, Elizabeth pressed her weight against his wrists and pinned him as best she could to the back of the couch. She ground her pelvis against his as she started nibbling and kissing his neck, her torso against  his. Appreciating the nuzzling and nibbles on his neck, he closed his eyes for a moment, waiting for her to continue.

All he felt was her soft breathing against his skin. A moment later her hands dropped from his wrists. Henry tried to move himself to see what what was going on when a soft snore came from his would be lover. He rubbed his face, not believing what had just happened.

“Liz… Lizzie… wake up, sweetheart.” He tried kissing her cheek to wake her. The only response she gave was tucking her arms to her chest and adjusting her head on his shoulder. He groaned, but knew what he had to do. Elizabeth was as limp as a rag doll, so he guided her arms through his flannel shirt, placed her down gently on the couch and prepared his guest room for her. Making sure his warmest duvet was on the bed, he left a bottle of water and some Tylenol on the bed side table for her. He carried her to the room and tucked her into bed, making sure a pillow was wedged behind her back to keep her on her side.  Henry then went to his room, fell face first into bed and yelled directly into a pillow. 

#fanfic #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut

[mushroomiez]

vaccine side effects and how to help them

hello besties !

if ur a wee lad like me and have just gotten your first or second dose of the covid vaccine,, you may be feeling some not so jazzy side affects. 

(the second dose is said to hit harder with these side affects.)

that’s completely normal!

injection site soreness, fever, body aches, and headaches are all super okay to have! (but if you ever get worried, your symptoms last more than 74 hours, or if your symptoms get severe, go see a doctor!) 

ok, moving onto what you’re probably reading for: 

how to help with side effects !

for injection site soreness (and muscle soreness in general): 

- ice packs are your best friend. pop that sucker on.

- if you can, massage the injection site after getting your dose 

- stretch! work the muscle! but if it ever hurts too much, maybe don’t-

for fever:

- i don’t know if it’s just me, but my mom always had me “burn off a fever” with a hot compress. DONT DO THAT!!! not only will it likely made your feverish side affects worse,, but there’s a better alternative!

- similarly to fighting off injection site soreness, use ice packs ! (you can make your own by putting salt and ice in a ziplock bag and then wrapping the bag with a napkin!) 

- stay hydrated! if you barely ever drink water like me, it is extremely important to drink lots of water to help your body and reduce your fever ! 

- take cool or tepid baths/showers ! not only are baths relaxing, but they’re also proven to help. (if you start to shiver, turn the temperature up, and please don’t shower if you’re feeling dizzy or unable to stand) 

for body aches:

-  take some advil or over the counter pain relievers if you can ! 

- similarly to shaking a fever, drink lots of water! 

- if you aren’t experiencing a fever, use a heated blanket or sit in the sun. the heat will help soothe and untense your muscles. 

- if there is a specific place on your body that hurts, use an ice pack! 

for headaches:

- try not to overstimulate yourself. give your brain time to rest, and try calming activities instead. 

- heat pack or ice pack to the forehead! (i prefer ice packs, but 

- keep caffeine dosage low. (this relates to the overstimulation!) 

ok, those are all my tips ! if you’re experiencing these side effects, i wish you the best of luck and hope you get better soon!

adios!

#vaccine #howto #covid #covid19 #covid vaccine

[moved-danganronpamess]

I'm worried that my ask didn't send hhh- anyway I'm kinda messed up right now. I was getting emotional over my favorite lad’s Teruteru and Ryoma and I was crying and I told my grandpa and he laughed at me...

This one did send, my blossom!

He shouldn't have laughed at your feelings! Come into my arms, my blossom! You can cry on my shoulder and we can talk about it together! Your feelings are important to me, you are important to me 🥺

Don't forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated!!! - mod Chiaki

#mod chiaki petals

[formulatrash]

What's the longest you've had to go without sleep for work? And any tips on surviving?

I think it’s either on my way to Punta Del Este (three days) or on my way to Riyadh in Season 5 (also 3 days) hard to say which was worse because really after 48h it all gets fucking weird.

The effects of sleep deprivation are strange. The first one you get is like, being tired but that goes fairly quickly or at least becomes a monotonous element that’s relatively easily overridden. You can apply caffeine to that - I stick to coffee or Diet Coke, no energy drinks because that way manic bad time lies.

Sugar or food, carefully applied, can help - I like to take the sugar in wine format and the food in small bursts of protein. After 36h it is really easy to forget to eat and also your digestive system is shot so you gotta remember to do it and also stay hydrated because damn, not sleeping makes you thirsty. Also caffeine is a diuretic so you’re gonna be peeing a lot and I’m already a 33 year old woman so you can imagine my bladder capacity is like, 30ml anyway.

The mental edges start going after about 17 hours. Languages become hazy about 28h in. You need to train yourself carefully to make sure you always have all your stuff and are not leaving your bag somewhere or something. Mental checklist, muscle memory - try and wear as many of your important items as possible. 

Oh and. You get cold. It doesn’t matter how hot it is, you get cold af and if you’re normally physically robust (I very much am) then by 36h in you are not. I got nasal barotrauma landing in Montevideo at 1am and was like what the PISS is this unbearable pain in my face. It’s cus normally I’m fine with even the bumpiest landing but it turns out the last flight and sharp descent was just too much strain and my sinuses were like “ok lads, time for the comedy show.”

Forming sentences gets difficult by 40 hours in. You get coherency in bursts. Dissociation isn’t a phenomenon so much as the baseline. Paranoia is massively heightened and you feel vulnerable because your brain is just about capable of warning you you’re in a bad state to be handling whatever the fuck.

I find as soon as I can get about four hours sleep, I can reset but I have been mucking about with pretty extreme forms of sleep deprivation for decades so it’s sort of like my alcohol tolerance. Yes, I can write an article after a bottle of wine but that doesn’t make it a good idea.

The main thing is that extreme sleep deprivation, which is anything over 48h, makes you classified as legally insane. Anything over that, you cannot trust your own judgement so you need to have either set up a plan for sleep deprived you to follow by then or a safety zone. Travel makes that kind of easier because it’s like, clear goals: get through Ammam, get this flight, get to Riyadh, etc. 

But you won’t be able to sensibly react. If you’d normally go adrenaline-calm in a crisis you have to remember you’re already using that adrenaline so having a list of alternate strategies is important. Also you will not be able to eg: walk a long way (I have, when I’ve really needed to but it was definitely suboptimal) and you also won’t notice things like sunburn/heat/cold/dehydration because your body is ceasing to bother to tell you about its distress since you’re clearly not fucking listening.

Edit: oh also you get so shaky after the second day. I’m pretty good up to 48h, despite being kind of ambiently shaky anyway but day three is just like f U cK I cAN’t hOlD sTuFF and any kind of stress makes you wobble. You stop being able to hide it on day 3, no matter how good you are. The couple of times I’ve made it to day 4 I can’t pretend I have coherent memory of; arriving in Punta is literally like “??????” and “picture of sea lion????” “was this a coffee I drank? it’s in my camera roll?” “why do I have acrylic nails???” “whoms’t?”

It’s unbelievably bad for you! Don’t do it! But if you really must my top tips are:

Make sure you have anything you need in as few units as possible, as attached to you as it can be

Make sure you’ve done as much of the prep for anything mentally stressful as you can beforehand

Don’t hammer energy drinks

Don’t give yourself big decisions to make - assume you’re essentially going to be really drunk and approach it like that

Don’t expect more than brain-on-standby

You will NOT remember a lot of it, similar to drunk blackout - and your short term memory will suddenly get bad at the time

Mentally training yourself to react to things on backup brain and muscle memory is a huge part of being able to cope

Just don’t do it, I can’t emphasise this enough

#work asks

[msjr0119]

Cordonian Wags

Part 2a- Training

In a world full of Professional footballers and their demanding wives- can their football team nicknamed the ‘Cordonian Apples’ succeed? An American female physiotherapist joins the club. Will this cause issues with the footballers wives?

*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry - AU Plot switch*

READ THIS PART BEFORE PART 2B 😊👍🏼

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******

Madeleine stumbled out the bathroom, after doing her usual party trick. Feeling high, she felt good in herself. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself- she was addicted.

“Enjoying powdering your nose Mrs Rhys?” Olivia narrowed her eyes at the mess of a woman stood in front of her

“Enjoying stalking my every move Mrs Rhys? Sad little life you lead...”

“We all know what you’re like Maddy! I’m not sad. If only Leo loved you... I kind of feel sorry for you- NOT!”

“Maybe you should try ‘powdering your nose’ one day- it might prevent that resting bitch expression you seem to wear constantly. You’re just jealous Liv- jealous that you can’t get dick like I can, jealous that you aren’t married to the captain...Poor little Livvy. Where is your husband anyway?”

Olivia gave Madeleine dagger eyes, not wanting to allow her have the last word in this spat- but the woman was talking sense. She hadn’t seen Liam for while, or Leo or Drake for that matter.

*****

Riley ran into the ballroom, the room was spinning- feeling like she was suffocating she had to remove herself from the scenario. Feeling paranoid that everyone was staring, she tried to conceal her feelings as she needed to sneak out. Sending a quick text to Constantine and Bertrand- she couldn’t bear facing everyone.

‘Thank you for the invite- it’s been a lovely night. I’ll see you at training tomorrow.. Ri x’

Lovely what the fuck why would you write that- it’s been eventful to say the least.

As she was texting, she wasn’t paying attention as to where she was walking.

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz. Please forgive me ladies.”

Before Olivia or Madeleine could respond- Riley swiftly exited the room, not looking back. They then both turned their heads and saw Liam come from near the veranda straightening his tie, breathing heavy. Shortly after, Leo followed from the same direction pulling his zip up- with a smirk as if he won the jackpot. Five minutes after Drake returned into the room providing a melancholy gaze, sorrow in his eyes.

The two wives looked at each other- both knowing something odd was going on. Neither had the opportunity to speak to Riley tonight- but after witnessing her attitude and the men’s reactions shortly after- they both agreed on something for the first time in their life’s.

“Ladies night- later this week!” They both said in unison. ‘Ladies night’ was a night that the Wags would organise- a night together without the men to receive gossip or interrogate each other about something.

*****

The night had ended, everyone headed outside to where a line of taxis were waiting provided for by the club. Going their separate ways, they each returned to their homes.

Olivia and Liam arrived home, he had been unusually quiet. Entering their bedroom, Olivia seductively made a move on her husband- which he declined. Olivia eyed her husband with confusion- no matter how drunk he was they would still have special time together.

“Not tonight Liv, I’m tired. And I’ve got training tomorrow. Love you.”

Olivia didn’t respond. Her mind was working overtime- paranoid that her brother in laws bad influence was rubbing on to Liam. She sighed, as she got into bed- Liam was already sparko.

*****

Leo walked through his front door- well attempted to walk. Madeleine pushed her way passed him. Throwing her Louboutin shoes off- not caring that they cost Leo a fortune.

“I’m surprised you managed to come home for once Leo! Did she reject you? Not surprised - she would need a magnifying glass to see what’s in your pants! Goodnight darling.”

“As a matter of fact, I had the best kiss ever! Better than kissing a slapped arse like you.... goodnight wifey. Sweet dreams....”

*****

Maxwell had offered to take Drake home once Constantine had finished his announcement. However the drinks kept flowing and Drake let his hair down. Mainly standing in the corner people watching.

His head was spinning as he returned home, he thanked Maxwell for the offer- but he just wanted to jump in bed and sleep off the alcohol before training the following morning.

Opening his door, he saw Kiara in lingerie waiting for his return. Shaking his head he couldn’t forgive her for not attending so she definitely wasn’t having sex from him.

“You’re home late...” she said seductively, roaming her hands over his body.

“I’m surprised you’re even here. How was work?” He snapped back- imagining her nose to grow like Pinocchio.

“How was the party?”

“Why did you ignore my question? It was the usual- Leo drunk and trying it on with anything with a pulse! Savannah was intoxicated. Maddy spent half the night in the bathroom, when she wasn’t there she was spitting insults towards Liv... you’d have known if you had bothered to come! But no you don’t care! It’s all about you isn’t it Ki?”

“Drake please...”

“No kiara! I’m fed up of you, of this, of us.... I want you to leave!”

“It’s just the booze... come to bed baby.”

“I’m sleeping on the couch. Goodnight Kiara.”

*****

Riley had a quick shower when she returned to her flat, pulling her hair into a lose bun she observed the paperwork she had prepared for the men.

Setting an alarm on her phone, she was about to place it on the bedside table before it began to buzz.

I know you probably don’t want to hear from me- I just had to get your number from Bertrand. I can still smell you on me- I haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, I’m sorry that it was impromptu- it felt right. I hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship. 😞

You need to stop thinking about it. Everyone was drunk. It was a drunk stupid moment. I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen. We will never have a friendship- for the next nine months all we have is a professional relationship. Goodnight!👋🏼

So it meant nothing to you then? Nothing at all?🤔

It meant nothing. Please don’t text me back. See you at training.⚽️

Lie to me. Lie to yourself. But there was a spark there. We need to talk about it. See you tomorrow 😘

Riley ignored the last text, she felt like she had to block the number but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

*****

Riley met Bertrand on the pitch the following day, her head was still spinning- she was hoping that she wasn’t the only one with a lingering hangover.

“What is that monstrosity that you are drinking?” Bertrand frowned at her and spoke to her with disgust in his tone of voice.

“Hangover cure, Mr Beaumont... kale, celery, apple, avocado, ginger and lemon. It surprisingly works a treat- once it kicks in.”

“With all due respect Riley, it looks like my wife’s sick this morning.”

“She was that bad huh?” At least I wasn’t the only one, she thought.

“Yes. She’s what you would call a lightweight. Did he text you by the way? He said you left your bank card. I wouldn’t usually give people’s numbers out.....”

Riley showed a perplexed expression, then realised that was the excuse to gain her number. Opening her mouth ready to explain that it was a misunderstanding she was interrupted by the man she kissed.

“Yes, I did text her... Here’s your card, Riley.”

Riley shook her head, what a shit excuse to get my number...

“Just pretend and give me it back after training” he whispered.

“Won’t your significant other half need your credit card to go on a shopping spree?” She whispered back before using her usual tone of voice.

“Thank you. Whilst you’re here- fill this form out for me please.”

Bertrand walked away to prepare the training equipment, and also organised the water bottles to be prepared for the men. Riley was going to help him but was pulled back. He grabbed her wrist forcing her to look at him.

“You can’t avoid me. We need to talk.”

“As I said to you, there’s nothing to talk about. You need to go inside and get ready for training.”

He removed his top, smirking at her as he discarded it on the floor.

“It’s a sunny day.. might as well get a head start before the lads arrive...”

Riley couldn’t help but admire his muscled and ripped body before shaking her head and making her way towards the dressing room. He’s taken, I’m married- you are here work Riley Brooks.

******

Once the men had all arrived for training, the atmosphere in the dressing room was quiet and slightly morbid due to everyone suffering with their hangovers. Bertrand allowed Riley in the room once all the men were dressed, she gave them each a medical form and pen.

After reviewing the forms, the men were generally all fit and well. Luckily for her there were no major injuries that had occurred last season.

“Gentlemen, i don’t know how your old physio worked with you, but I’d like you to follow two procedures known as PRICE and HARM if an injury occurs. Please read through these leaflets. Please play nice. Wear the correct footwear, always warm up and warm down properly. If you are in any pain during training or a match please don’t continue playing, please come to one of us for advise. Rest is an important factor as well as a balanced diet. Keep hydrated at all times! Mr Beaumont, I’ll let you continue... Please don’t make too much work for me!” She laughed, and the men chuckled back.

“You heard the lady, gentleman. We need to kick start the season off with 3 points. No prancing about like women. Let’s go and all give it your best.”

******

The men completed training for the day, Riley felt that they weren’t concentrating as they should be. Every so often, Leo, Liam and Drake would come upto her for a drink of water. Each one of them attempted to talk to her- she felt ignorant but they didn’t have time for ‘chit chat’. They had their first match in a few days.

Once the training had ended, Leo made his way over to Riley and Bertrand who were filling out paper work- he could win an Oscar for the way he was acting with his fake limp.

“Riley, my leg hurts. Could you massage it for me?” Providing her with a pet lip and a wink, Riley just raised her eyebrows.

“You are fine. And for the record- you need to trust your team mates and allow them to help you. You are a team- it’s not the Leo Rhys show. You are going to gain an injury by not allowing them to score too!”

“Would that be such a bad thing gaining an injury? I’d have your hands all over me.”

“You’re gross you know that? And yes it would be a bad thing for your wife if you can’t play ever again.”

“Fuck her....”

“Fuck who?” Liam asked, walking into the middle of a conversation.

“My beautiful wife- your sister in law.” He shuddered as he said this- He detested her, he wanted a divorce but his father advised him not to. Drake joined the two brothers as they insulted their wives, before providing his own two-penneth.

“Madeleine is beautiful, maybe? But she’s a devil in disguise. Like all the women here.”

“I’ll leave you three to criticise us women alone. I need to go, Leo remember what I said- you’re all a team. See ya.”

“Is she okay? What did you do to her Leo?” Liam concerned with his brothers past interactions with women- they either fell at his knees or ran away. Exactly what Riley had just done. Liam didn’t understand why but he was constantly thinking about the newbie- most likely had similar thoughts to his brother. But he respected Olivia - even though these thoughts lingered throughout his mind, he loved his wife. Maybe Riley was just that lust feeling.

“I did nothing- I asked for a massage, she refused. I will get her one of these days, I’ll make her mine just you two watch!”

Leo left the men, with an overconfident stroll. His thought remained on Riley. Constantly thinking of how to claim her as his. He was a player - no pun intended, but he often thought if he found the right person his attitude may change and he could eventually settle down.

“So Drake, Just you and I... Are you going to Max’s later? If so, will Kiara be attending?”

“No, I’m going to give it a miss. And no she’s.....”

“Working?” They both said in unison- Liam laughed, Drake meanwhile wanted to kill him for making his love life look like a laughing stock.

“It’ll be a good night, I wonder what Riley will think of a Beaumont bash. She’s either going to love them or hate them. Talk to you tomorrow.”

Drake nodded. He didn’t actually know what Kiara had planned for the night as he slept on the couch- his sleeping beauty was still asleep when he left for training. Just having Riley’s name mentioned, made him think about her. And quite possibly change his mind about attending the younger Beaumont’s party.

*****

Some of the friends arrived at Maxwell’s house, he had prepared a music Masterlist, placed far too much glitter around everywhere and in everything- please don’t choke on the glitter.

Max, Hana, Bertrand, Savannah, Leo, Liam and Drake all were socialising. Drake offered to go and put his nephew to bed. He was a fantastic uncle and loved his nephew to the moon and back- unconditional love. Bartie fell asleep instantly in his uncles arms- looking down at the young boy he wished he had what Savannah and Bertrand had- a loving family.

“So where are all the wives then?” Maxwell questioned, aiming the question towards Leo Liam and Drake as he re-entered the room.

“Well for a start I’m not married, Maxwell. And I never will be.”

“To answer your question Max, Olivia is out with her aunt.”

“And maddy... she could be dead in a ditch for all I care.”

Before Maxwell could answer, Bertrand’s phone rung.

“Hi Riley. What’s up?”

“Erm, could you put Maxwell on the phone please?”

Bertrand gave Max the phone, Max in his drunk mind put her on loud speaker - unknowingly to her.

“Hi gorgeous. What’s up? What time are you coming? Hana and Savannah can’t wait to see you.”

“I’m really sorry I’m not coming....”

Riley hung up, Maxwell grabbed Hana and rung a taxi- asking Bertrand for her address they both got in the taxi hoping to persuade her to reconsider. The others looked bewildered as the two of them ran out of the house. Leo, Liam and Drake all deep down were heartbroken that she wasn’t coming but at the same were concerned after hearing her cry.

******

The two friends banged on her door, hoping she would answer. They didn’t like to see anyone upset- and as a team they were supposed to look after each other.

Riley got out of bed, leaving the half a bar of chocolate on the side- whenever she was upset she turned to chocolate, she had a sweet tooth.

“Max? Hana?”

“What’s up? You’ve been crying.” Maxwell stating the obvious, pulled her into a tight hug. Wiping the mascara and tears away from her face she now didn’t mimic a panda.

“I’m sorry, I’m just not in the mood to party... Come in for a quick drink? I don’t want to keep you from everyone...”

Maxwell and Hana followed her inside, noticing Bridget Jones on the tv, a large glass of wine, and a shit ton of chocolate wrappers and Riley’s wedding rings on the table.

“So.... I had a phone call today after training. My husband is refusing to sign the divorce papers...”

“Even more of a reason to drink with friends then... pack a bag you can stay at mine for a few nights...”

Riley sat on her leather couch, head in her hands. Usually she was the strong independent woman even after all the shit her husband put her through.

“What happened with your marriage Riley? You don’t have to tell us but we can help.” Hana asked softly, providing a comforting arm.

“Xavier- my estranged husband is the Spanish version of Leo... humiliated me, slept around, flirted with women in front of me. He became injured- and never played for the premier league again. After that he became paranoid that I was around his colleagues too much. He abused me. Emotionally and physically. And now the son of a bitch won’t divorce me. I came here to start a fresh. I didn’t want another relationship, he has put me off for life...but....”

“But what?” Maxwell’s eyebrows perked up, awaiting for some gossip.

“At the party, someone kissed me. I was so angry at myself for losing the will power. I feel guilty. Your brother gave him my number- I want to block him. But I can’t. I don’t think I can do this or stay here.”

“Get your things! You’re coming back to mine. You are staying with us. It’ll be fun - sleepovers, eating more chocolate than you have done tonight, I have wine lots of wine. You are not leaving. You don’t have to tell us who you kissed... that is your business. Between you two.”

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