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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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Secret Sisters (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Could you do an Emily x reader where R is Tobin's sister but no-one knows (except for Emily) and the team thinks R is cheating on Em with Toby because you know sisters bonding time and you know Chaos and Disaster ensures?

“Em, how are you holding up?” Lindsey asks with a frown and her brows furrow.

“Ummmm, just fine.” She says, confused and Lindsey glances at Mallory, the forward frowning.

“Look, we’ve noticed Y/N has been spending so much time with Tobin lately, we just wanted to check on you.”

Emily shakes her head, remembering the promise she’d made to you when you got together.

“Well, I’m fine.” She grins, the two again sharing a glance.

“Well, we’re here for you, whatever you need.”

The two take their leave and Emily takes a deep breath.

She had noticed you’d been spending more and more time with Tobin, but only she and a select few on the team knew why.

You were Tobin’s sister, adopted-sister, the two of you wanting to keep it under wraps, well mostly you because you didn’t want anything given to you because you were Tobin Heath's sister, you knew it was; how younger siblings got lost in the mix and you didn’t want to be JUST Tobin Heath’s little sister.

Though, it was kept under wraps, that didn’t mean the two of you spent any less time together.

The media had started to talk, noting the way you’d spend more and more time with Tobin, the paparazzi quick to make assumptions about the relationship between the two of you.

Emily was one of a chosen few that knew you were Tobin’s adopted sister, the two of you meeting when you were younger.

You were her younger brother’s best friend, the boy always coming home with you from school.

The more you came over, the closer you got with the entire Heath family, up until the day the secret you’d been hiding for so long was revealed.

Tobin and her family knew your home life wasn’t the best, but when your parents were arrested for abuse, they were first in line to take you in, eventually adopting you, something you would never be able to repay them for.

Thus, you became Y/N Heath, though you’d decided to keep your last name, wanting to stay under the radar.

Being a Heath in the WNT soccer industry came with pretty big shoes to fill, and the last thing you wanted was to be given opportunities just because you were a Heath.

Only two people on the USWNT knew about the real relationship between you and Tobin, and that was Christen Press and of course Emily Sonnett.

Christen, because she and Tobin were literally attached at the hip, and Emily, because it wasn’t like you could really hide from your girlfriend that you weren’t just Tobin’s friend, but her family.

“Hey.”

Emily jumps, smiling when she realizes you’re standing beside her, a warm smile on your face as you flop down onto the ground beside her.

“Hey.” She grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek and you beam, your cheeks pink. Your eyes narrow as you look at the blonde, humming.

“What’s wrong?”

Emily scoffs.

“What do you mean?”

You hum, your eyes narrowing further as you lean closer to her.

“Stop being a weirdo.” She giggles as you keep leaning towards her until your nose is pressing against her cheek.

“Something is bothering you, I can tell.”

Emily rolls her hazel orbs, her own eyes narrowing.

“Really? How can you tell?”

You cup her cheek.

“Your eyes shine less when something is bothering you.”

Emily’s eyes widen, the woman’s cheeks flushing bright red.

“It’s just...” Emily sighs, glancing around the field. “We’ll talk about it when we get back, okay?” She says and you nod, swallowing hard, wondering what could be bothering her so much.

***

You sigh, staring down at your phone at another article questioning the relationship between you and Tobin.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Emily reading the same article, a frown on her face.

You briefly wondered if that was what was bothering her, but you knew, deep down that it was.

The media had been relentless lately in their examination of your and Tobin’s relationship, some even questioning if you were cheating on the blonde with the older forward, but it was far from that.

You’d even noticed some side eyed glances from your teammates, they too questioning the relationship between you and Tobin.

Just in that moment you pick your head up, seeing Kelley’s narrowed eyes on you.

Your head hangs in shame, a frown on your face, that is until Emily leans against you, resting her head on your shoulder.

You smile softly, your heart aching in your chest.

Maybe it was time to tell everyone the truth, that you were Tobin Heath’s sister.

***

“We need to talk.” You mumble, shuffling nervously back and forth as your eyes dart from Tobin, to Christen and back.

“What’s wrong kid?” Tobin asks and you sigh, realizing a number of the team’s eyes are on you, the women whispering among themselves.

Emily walks up, taking your hand and you frown.

“Can we do this in private?” You ask and Tobin nods, frowning sadly.

“Of course, whatever you want.”

The four of you move towards the elevators, remaining completely silent, Emily’s hand in yours.

You keep your head down, the three women noting the change in your behavior, they all knew that the articles were weighting heavily on you, the whispers among your teammates getting to you most of all.

Christen ushers you and the others into her and Tobin’s hotel room, the second the door shuts behind her you burst into tears, Tobin and Emily wrapping their arms tightly around you.

“We have to tell them.”

Tobin’s eyes widen as she cups your cheeks, ridding your cheeks of tears with the pads of her thumbs.

“Hey... Sh. Sh. Sh. It’s okay.” Tobin kisses your forehead and you shake your head.

“Everyone thinks I’m this monster, and I’m cheating on Em, even our teammates look at me funny... I can’t... I just-

Tobin rests her forehead against yours.

“We love you Y/N, and whatever you want to do, we’ll do.”

You sniffle, leaning against Emily, the woman whispering sweet assurances in your ear.

Christen too joins the fray, wrapping her arms around the three of you from behind.

“We’re here for you Y/N.” She whispers and you nod, turning to Emily who gives you a smile, her hazel orbs full of tears as she leans in to press a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll be by your side, no matter what. I love you.” She whispers against your lips and you smile.

“I love you too... And if it’s alright with you guys... I’m ready.”

Tobin nods, glancing at Christen and Emily, earning nods from the two of them before she turns back to you with a grin.

“Of course, it is.”

“We’re behind you Y/N.”

“No matter what.”

***

Vlatko claps his hands together, gathering the attention of your teammates who all make their way towards the benches, flopping down on top of it, the others sitting on the ground around it.

“Now I understand, Y/N, Emily and Tobin have something they’d like to say.”

Everyone’s eyes widen as the three of you move to stand in front of them, your and Emily’s fingers intertwined, your knuckles white considering you’re holding her hand so tightly.

You take a deep breath, glancing at Tobin, the woman smiling softly.

“I’m sure you’ve all seen the articles talking about the relationship between Y/N and I...” Tobin takes a deep breath and you swallow hard.

“And we decided it was time to come clean... About what we were hiding.”

Everyone leans forwards, hanging on your and Tobin’s every word.

“Y/N grew up with my little brother, they were best friends and still are...” Tobin slips an arm around you.

“Life didn’t... I wasn’t given the best parents in the world, and when they were arrested, the Heath’s were the first to step up and want to take me in.”

Kelley’s brown orbs widen.

“Wait...”

You shrug, sighing.

“Tobin and I are sisters, I just didn’t want anyone knowing because I wanted to make my own path, I didn’t want to be known as Tobin Heath’s adopted little sister...” You shuffle nervously from foot to foot, Emily leaning towards you to press a kiss to your cheek.

“So, all the time you’ve been spending together...” Lindsey starts, Mallory’s brown orbs wide.

“Was sister bonding time?” She squeaks, you and Tobin both nodding.

The entire team stares at the three of you, wide eyed, their mouths opening and closing a few times as they try to find the words they’re searching for.

“And we thought you were cheating the whole time, we’re so sorry Y/N.” Julie frowns, her head hanging in shame.

“Yeah, you and everyone else.” Emily grumbles and you smile, giving her a nudge.

“We’re so sorry Y/N.” Alex frowns.

“We should’ve just asked instead of assuming, we’re a family.” Becky moves to her feet, wrapping her arms around you, the others following suit, besides Kelley, the woman’s brown orbs wide.

“You alright Worm??” Alex snorts and the defender huffs.

“So that’s why your mom liked Y/N better than me...” The defender pouts and you bark out a laugh.

You grunt when she practically leaps on you, wrapping her arms tightly around you.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I was just worried about Son, and...”

You give her a tight squeeze, the woman grunting.

“It’s alright, I understand.”

Everyone pulls apart, all chattering softly before Ashlyn screeches.

“WAIT.”

You all jump, turning to the goalie, her eyes narrowed.

“How the hell do you hide a sibling these days!?” She asks and you snicker, glancing at Tobin.

“Very. VERY carefully.”

“WAIT.” Kelley yells this time, everyone turning to her.

“YOU KNEW!?” Kelley yells, pointing at her offspring, the woman grinning apologetically.

“Maybe?”

“AND IF EMILY KNEW THERE’S NO WAY CHRISTEN DIDN’T KNOW.” Megan points to the forward, the woman shrugging.

“Maybe.”

Kelley growls.

“You let me try to win your mom over when you knew she’d always love Y/N over me!” The defender pouts and you smile, wrapping your arms around her.

“Well, I love you Kel.” You beam and the defender rolls her eyes, grinning.

“I love you too.”

***

The news broke later that same day, the two of you making a lengthy post, posting pictures of you and the rest of Tobin’s family together when you were first officially adopted to you most recent photo with the entire Heath crew.

The two of you thoug,h decided to recreate an old photo, where you were hanging off Tobin’s back, the little girl grinning, widely as you rested your chin on the top of her head, smiling just as wide, but it was the next photo recreation that the fans enjoyed the most, you and Tobin wrestling on the ground, the older woman in a headlock as you grinned.

Emily giggles, leaning her head against your shoulder.

“That one’s my favorite.” She nods to the picture and you grin, a huff causing you both to turn around, Tobin’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“Not mine.”

“You were just mad because I was kicking your ass.”

Tobin growls, everyone turning to her eyes wide.

“Is that a challenge?” She asks and you smirk.

“Uh oh.” Christen mumbles as Tobin literally tackles you, the two of you falling to the turf, fans and opponents alike watching as the two of you roll around, playfully fighting one another.

“TEN BUCKS ON Y/N!” Kelley yells and Alex snorts.

“Sorry Y/N, I’m going with Tobe on this one.”

Emily leans against Christen, shaking her head as she watches her girlfriend play fighting with her older sister, eventually getting her into a choke hold, something Emily is quick to snap a picture of, the blonde grinning.

“Some things never change.”

“PAY UP JAN.” Kelley screams and Alex grumbles.

“I misplaced my wallet.”

“Bullshi-

Alex pulls the defender into a choke hold, the woman’s cheeks flushing as the two wrestle.

“Hey.”

Emily leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips, your smile splitting into a grin as Emily shows you the picture she’d taken.

“More proof I totally kicked Tobin’s ass.” You smirk, winking.

You wrap your arms around Emily, pressing another kiss to her lips.

“I love you Em. Thank you for being there for me...” You whisper, cheeks flushing. “Through everything.”

Emily grins.

“I’ll be here for you always.”

“Ew.”

You turn, glaring at Tobin, the woman sticking her tongue out before she runs away, you chasing after her.

Emily turns towards Christen, the forward watching as Kelley and Alex still wrestle, Ashlyn egging it on while Ali stands beside her, shaking her head, pinching the bridge of her nose.

You eventually tackle Tobin down, the two of you again rolling around on the ground, playfully fighting like you had growing up.

“Again?” Christen shakes her head, leaning towards Emily, the blonde giggling.

“Somethings never change.”

#USWNT #uswnt x reader #emily sonnett #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett imagine

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cypher2 · 5 years

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Let’s not forget that USSF fired Hope, and the team agreed to a CBA that was far from equal right after that. USSF accomplished their goal of making them submit to what the fed wanted.

trust me, that will never be forgotten here.

let’s also remember that hope was fired 4 months after she took the lead stance in bringing the first official lawsuit against USSF in the april 2016 wage discrimination complaint heard by the EEOC and 8 months before the CBA was set to expire. august 2016 was her last game with the NT. the CBA expired dec 31, 2016. 3 days before the CBA expired, the uswnt players association announced it was removing rich nichols from it’s legal council, who had been the attorney hope brought in to expedite negotiations and play hard ball with the federation. the negotiations stalled for 4 more months until the new CBA was signed in april 2017, to run through dec 31, 2021. and while the CBA improved several details of the wnt compensation and training and treatment, it was never intended to provide equal pay, just like all the failed negotiations and CBA’s of the past. and if you really listen to what hope has been saying all these years in various interviews, she has warned before that these are the tactics us soccer always uses. divide the team, stall negotiations, threaten their playing time, their health benefits, their sponsorships, and eventually convince them to settle and accept a lesser form of what they truly deserve. fast forward to now, and we are witnessing both hope and the entire team once again neck deep in lawsuits against the federation once again to force them on the issue of equal pay.

“Solo said she and her legal team tried to enlist the players on this year’s World Cup team in a court fight that she wound up waging on her own. Her recruits included four former teammates — Rapinoe, Alex Morgan, Carli Lloyd and Becky Sauerbrunn — who had joined her in March 2016 in filing a gender pay discrimination charge against USSF with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission. Only this time, the active players balked.

So she returned home after the World Cup with the intent of seeing her lawsuit through for those who haven’t joined her and may have shunned her.

“With each World Cup, there’s more money, more commercialization,” Solo said. “Winning is key. That’s why I have to give the players so much credit. We were trying to get the public’s support.”

But already the women are doing what Solo never did. They are moonwalking. Rapinoe told Rachel Maddow and others this week that the women wanted to collaborate with the federation on equal pay and treatment.

“Rapinoe and Kelley [O’Hara] were naive,” Solo said. “There was no good faith negotiating [with the federation]. They have backed down. It’s more than doing appearances on ‘Good Morning America.’ I don’t trust U.S. Soccer. It’s been going on like this for 20 years.”

To be sure, this set of world champions played under the terms of a collective bargaining agreement that wasn’t near what it sought. That followed a threat to boycott the 2015 World Cup because some games, unlike the men’s, would be played on artificial turf. They played in the end.

If they want equal pay going forward, as they charged in France, they can’t retreat from their words. They must stick to their lawsuit or join Solo’s. Collaboration is capitulation.”

#anonymous #ask

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caim-the-godstomper · 5 years

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/breaks down your door/ all the questions for Caim/whoever takes your fancy for each question? >:3cccc

Warning peeps, tis is going to be a long ass post because I decided that this mean “answer all the questions for Caim + another of your peep”. And I know me, I might end up writing a lot

Meeting someone for the first time

Caiméilia: If we’re talking about normal circumstances? She is smiley and easy going. Ask a lot of questions until she find a common ground. Too bad most of the time she meet people because they are getting attacked or she need informations, situations in which she’ll be crisp and down to business and try to get things moving.

Maximia: Max general strategy to avoid scaring smaller peeps with her height is to purr when meeting them for the first time. She used to slouch but the amount of slouching she had to do actually hurt her back. And Maguuma made her realize she can’t really do anything about people being scared

Around someone they want to impressCaiméilia

: She’s not going to act too different, at least not until she does something brag worthy in front of them. Afterwards? Like a cat bring a bird to you and picking it up and following you with it around until you reward them. A simple praise will do. You’re welcome

Maximia

: Max’s tail be swinging harder than a disco ball. She can’t keep her cool if she wants to impress someone and usually end up messing up whatever she’s doing

When they’re with someone they dislike

Caiméilia

: If she’s with someone she dislike it’s that she has no other choice but to work with them. She’s going to be distantly cold and polite. It mostly show in the lack of care about that person pain. “Can you walk?” instead of a more compassionate “I’m sure it hurts a lot but do you think you can walk?” for example

Maximia

: She’s not going to hide her distaste. Also don’t give her an occasion to punch you. She’ll punch you in the throat. Just ask Rytlock

In their workplace/occupation

Caiméilia

: She’s the boss. She’s a good boss and will listen to her soldiers input but don’t go threatening your fellow soldiers for whatever reason you can cook up, she’ll cut you down in a couple words.

Gwalläm

: Work is not something Gwal do much of. But if she does work, it’s as a healer. She sing to appease the people in her care. And if they are being stubborn “got to go back” peeps? She’ll freeze them in place

Spending time with family

Caiméilia

: Expect her to be loud. Hollewering with laugher loud. Well aside if she’s with Zheag or Canach and sometimes Taimi too. But yeah her family is her best friends too so it might end up in very weird conversation that leave you struggling to breath and plenty of inside jokes. She can sober up from it quickly and be a calm and comforting presence if need be tho. That’s the Mom in her for you

Gwalläm

: Pushing the peeps to try new things and get out of their comfort zone. Sure She didn’t imagine leaving te Grove as a sapling but now that she did, she really don’t get the sylvari that

never

leave

With their closest friend/s

Caiméilia

: Whacky shenighans on the way. They all been busy with world-ending threats as of late but the number of pranks her and Taimi played on everyone when they finally became friend is immense. Also you don’t want to be targeted by Caimie and Canach sass. They feed of each other, you won’t escape.

Gwalläm

: She’s either singing or indulging their hobbies. Which means she test-taste a lot of Maximia recipes.

Around someone they’re attracted to

Caiméilia

: So. Much. Longing Stares. Doing what she can to make them smile, even if it’s something like asking them about that person they love which is not her

Brynmïr

: Pull the weirdest compliments ever. You’re certain it is a compliment. It’s just one moment he’s talking about eating cute animal the next second he is “Let’s not eat anything cuter, it’d be weird to eat you”

With a lover

Caiméilia

: Standing close by in public. If they are fine with PDA she’ll hold hand or kiss their cheek. In private, she’ll snuggle against them to read and tickle fight them. She also is very generous with the declarations of affections

Brynmïr

: Will often ask to cut don the social time to go back home for some “us time”. Other people are meh. His partner though? oh he’d be happy to spend the day in bed with his partner, no question asked.

When they want to be left alone

Caiméilia

: Sure fire way to tell is that her eyes start scanning the place she is for place to climb to. She either goes to some remote hiding place or go for a fly with Sunquill her griffon. You’re more likely to find her up high although some time she might choose a grotto with water.

Brynmïr

: He’ll get snappy and goes to his jackal Spirit for a run

When they feel they are in danger

Caiméilia

: Only one way to deal with danger is to get rid of it. She square up and fight it off

Deynariel

: So. Many. Clones. She’s never going to put herself in danger, just her clones

Something makes them insecure

Caiméilia

: The whole “They will thank ME for putting YOU down” speech of Joko, basically. Except her fear steam from Mordremoth and discovering that yes, the Elder Dragons are important for the magical balance of the world. It’s more that Joko put it into words very well and was pressing on the point so well…

Deynariel

: She get really insecure when she fails to seduce someone as part of her scheme to bring sylvari to the Nightmare (her strategy being to seduce part of a couple/poly and once they brought them over, taunt the remaining and all their friends about it. Generally, that means she get plenty of peeps with minimal effort on her part). It get her really moody and she’ll often decapitate her next target instead of leaving a choice to join the court.

Experiencing loss

Caiméilia

: She tries to power through. If there is a griving process in the culture of the person she lost, she’ll follow that. That left her rather lost when she lost Trahearne since sylvari are pretty recent and don’t have yet their own yet.

Deynariel

: Her attitude towards her courtiers is a “Try not to die”. It tends to piss her off royally because then she has to exact vengeance to keep the others in line.

Proud of an achievement

Caiméilia

: It mostly show because she’ll recount it when visiting Hoelbrack and the tale will be flourishig and lenghty

Amirah

: She get cake for the whole Shining Blade

When something pisses them off

Caiméilia

: Full “move or you’ll be moved” attitude and she’s stubborn like a dolyak about it. If it can’t be moved cause Councillor Phlunt or Caithe and she *has to* work with she’ll deal by taking one strong drink in the evening

Amirah

: She used to go vent to the priesthood of Balthazar. Nowadays she just go train until she can barely stand.

Looking forward to something

Caiméilia

: She gets all bouncy on her feets, trying to sneak glances. Sometimes tries to calm herself down by smotthing her clothes.

Amirah

: Machiavelic grin and energic stride

Nervous about an uncertainty

Caiméilia

: When she can, put an end to it (by askin the question, etc). If it’s about the future, she deal by going “One problem at a time” and focusing on the present

Razzhull

: He is going to ignore it until it goes away. So hard.

When they’re overwhelmingly bored

Caiméilia

: She’ll pick up a book or start sculpting little wood tid bits. She’ll stay very quiet all along.

Razzhull

: Find some spot in the sun to nap or goes bother the Sires and the Ma’ms for stories from Tyria. The second having the advantage that he can then spend some time with Fae~

Just done something embarrassing

Caiméilia

: Either she doe it to embarass other peeps in which case she has no shame whatsoever and is giddy with the embarassement she brought on the other by second hand....or not in wich case she’s glowing and trying to hide her face

Razzhull

: He is being glad that charrs DON’T glow and try to hide. Which is not lucky cause he BIG and toll too.

Suppressing their emotions

Caiméilia

: She’ll go cold towards everyone and focus on her work. Taimi, Canach, Max and Zheag are the only one that can pull her from that state

Gwalläm

: She’s terrible at it and will be all jittery until she finally spill everything.

When they’re running late

Caiméilia

: She doesn’t run late. At worst she’s fashionably late to a party and that was because

it was hard to stop kissing Canachh alright

Brynmïr

: If he’s already late, he’s not going to hurry getting there. If he’s late to something time-sensitive, he already fucked it up. If not, it doesn’t really matter

When they’re sick

Caiméilia

: She is somewhat reasonable when she’s starting to feel sick and it getting worse. The moment she starts getting better though, she wnt to go back full blown to work.

Amirah

: She has to be put down to sleep and fed chicken soup or she’ll work, train and lead armies against gods while sick.

Training/working out

Caiméilia

: Big, biiiiig show-off that often suggest for a whole batallion of recruits to have a go at her at the same time. She always put them down. The only way she’ll be serious in a training is if she’s facing a DW member. And even then, 100% serious is only achieved with a 100% serious Canach in front of her

Razzhull

: Train alone, bare chested, at the crack of down. Will then skinny dip in the river. Once someone stole his clothes while he was in te water. He had to improvise with what he had on paw. Came back wit a leaf skirt that barely held together and really showcased his tighs

Trying to court/seduce someoneCaiméilia

: She flirts a bit, show them her favorite places. Probably stare a lot while they take on the view. Another thing is that she insist on their achievement and heroics deeds to be recognized, going so far as refusing to go to a party because their deeds aren’t being recognized.

Razzhul

: He doesn’t do much aside spending a lot of time and bringing small gifts he made himself (jewelry with sea shells, etc..). Take them to pace that are important, like where Raz’s parents held their wedding but does not say it.

When they’re lyingCaiméilia

: Mostly lie about being fine. It’s easy to know she’s lying cause she’ll keep isolating herself when she has down time or burry herself into works. If it’s not about that, it’s not so much of a lie as getting ahead of herself like telling Joko she had an army

before

convincing his army to fight Balthy

Ulfric Tyrkkin:

His lie is going to be so wrapped up in compliments and charming smiles that no one will want to even

see

the lie

Trying something newCaiméilia:

Suggested it and will get excited about it. Her face will showcase all her emotions

Ulfric Tyrkkin:

Any new experience is surrounded by 1- a steal 2-some fancy meal. That way, even if he did not enjoy it, he has something good to remember

#uuuuh #long post #all the kids #Caim #Gwal #Max #Bryn #Dey #Amirah #Raz #Ulfric #all the kids as of now

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laketaj24 · 6 years

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Played: Part 1

A/N: This is a sequel to the Game On Series!!! I hope you enjoy! I tagged the same people! If you would liked to be add or removed say the word! And let me know what you think!

“Thanks for calling Lothbrok Holdings, this is Helga. How can I help?”

You glance around the corners noticing that this place is nothing like before. The solid white furniture sat scattered through the waiting area on the checkered floors. The chrome Lothbrok sign hangs over a picture of Ragnar and Aslaug and you can’t help but to be unsettled. They were both gone now. The grown men they had were all orphans now.

Helga finishes up her phone call and her eyes connect with yours. “YN! Oh, it’s so wonderful to see you darling!” She stands from her desk waiting for you to make your way over to her. “The memorial starts in a few minutes. I figured you would be seated already. The auditorium is just outside those doors.”

“Uhm, yeah I am going, I just wanted to see Ivar first if he is free?”

“He isn’t at the moment.” She said.

“Okay, later then.”

“Would you like to make an appointment?” Helga flourishes the thick planner on her desk.

“Sure, if that will be easier.”

“Yes, Mr. Lothbrok is busy here of late.”

Mr. Lothbrok, you try not to roll you eyes but five years had changed everything in Kattegat. “Okay, when is he free?”

Helga flips through the book ghosting it with her finger before settling on a date. “Two weeks from today is vacant?”

“Hell no.” You scoff. “I’m YN, I’m not waiting to see him for two weeks. Helga, I just wnt a conversation with him.”

“Why does he deserve one now? You didn’t want to talk to him when you left with no word? You didn’t want a conversation when he continued to call and text you. Why do you want to talk to him now? I would rather you leave. I will write your name down for two weeks from today at four. If you still have the words to say to him, then that will do just fine.”

You don’t argue with her sliding your phone back into your purse before shaking your head in agreement. “Yeah, that’ll be fine Helga.”

“I know it will. Have a good day, see you at the memorial.”

The Auditorium is packed wall to wall with people you remember from your youth and people who were known for being with Ragnar. The family was on the stage, even Bjorn which shocked you for a moment. You take a seat in the second aisle with your eyes hooked on Ragnar’s picture. Nothing was the same.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your attendance today.” Ubbe says. He clears his throat. “I know that this day is hard for many of you. I look out into the audience and all I see is family, rather blood or not, each and everyone of you has played a role in making Lothbrok Holdings what it is today. And I just want to say that you are appreciated.” His eyes hook with yours and he clears his throat once more. “It’s no secret that my father loved us. And for his love we are eternally grateful. I don’t want to say much. Hvitserk?”

Hvitserk joins him at the podium. “Well said, I’m not the speaker. But I will say that he was a great man no matter what his flaws were, and we love him.”

The room is silent as they take their seats. Ivar enters from the left side carrying his sleek back cane with the chrome Raven as the handle and the audience erupts in cheer. They loved him. “Being of any heritage a funeral is never a rejoiceful event, but I am rejoicing. My father for certain is in Valhalla, surrounded by his brothers and my mother, happy. So, today I ask that we do not grieve but memorialize him for his achievements of growing Kattegat into the stronghold it has become and Lothbrok Holdings, for being a major force in every line of industry. My father was a determined man and like him this company will continue to push through with determination and pride as being one of the most powerful companies in the world. We love you dad, for every stone you have turned to get us here. You will never be forgotten.”

It’s strange hearing him speak of being a leader. It sticks in your mind as you wade through the crowd to your car noticing them all as they leave. Ivar ventures to the black Rolls Royce alone. Ubbe carries out his two children with three more trailing behind him and Torvi. Hvitserk drapes his arm around Margarethe and Bjorn stands against the wall with the new blonde chick. They all feel like strangers now. And you had all been so close your entire life. You didn’t know what to say to them or how to start off your apologies, so you waved from a distant and headed home.

The empty loft was full of boxes but all you wanted to do was cuddle up in the bed and make the best of being alone. You scroll through aimlessly on Facebook and you see it. The reason he gave such a grandiose speech.

The article had come out a few days after his death and to everyone else in Kattegat it was shocking but not to you. He was the smartest most cunning brother, even jail time done nothing to his morale or the way he presented his intelligence. You loved it more than anything else about him. He always seen things other couldn’t see and it was astounding. You continue to read the article trying to hide the grin on your face of the picture he’s taken. Ragnar knew what was best for Lothbrok and it was Ivar.

“Y/N! You’re back!” Ubbe steps off of the elevator with a great smile on his face. You’d heard about him too, running to be Mayor of Kattegat with full support of Lothbrok Holdings. He would be great given his sense of leadership and newfound love for family.

“I am.” You beam waving at the toddlers attached to his leg.

“Are you headed to see him?”

“Yes, to catch up a little.”

Ubbe says a nothing but the look on his face expresses it all, you didn’t know what had been told and a part of you didn’t care. Five years was a long time and by gones should be by gones. “He isn’t the same Ivar you remember.” He says simply. “But I wish you all the well! We should catch up since you are back.” He swings one toddler up and winks at you. “Make you babysit my kids one day teach.”

He leaves, and you see Helga is gone from her watchdog post of his door. You knock a few times on the door and you hear him stirring around. “Helga, what!”

You slowly open the door peeping your head in. “I know I need an appointment.” You smiled.

“None sense, come in.” He smirked waving you in. He sands from his desk maneuvering to perch himself up on the corner of the desk. “It’s good to see you, YN.” Ivar places the Manila colder on the edge of his desk and gives you a smug smile.

“You too Ivar.” You Pause looking at the painted portrait of Ragnar behind him. He’s changed so much. He no longer wore jeans. He pants were pressed and near along with the white shirt and diamond cufflinks. He wasn’t a boy anymore. You clear your throat. “That memorial was stupendous.”

“Thank you. We actually buried him a few days ago. Your parents were there.”

“I know, they told me that it was beautiful.”

“Something like that,” Ivar fiddles with the zen garden on his desk.

He had a Zen garden, the same guy who had threatened to kill all of his brothers sincerely at some point in his life had a brother. You suppress the chuckle. Never in your life had you expected him to be this man. “I came to see you. I’ve seen Hvitserk and Ubbe already. They are so different. Hvitserk not so much, but Ubbe.”

“Family man.”

“I see.”

“Did you want something?”

“I moved back to town because I lost my job. They closed the pre-school and I went from Center Director to unemployed and evicted.”

“Ouch.” He says with no emotion.

“Yeah, and I moved home. I know you’re fully staffed at the in house daycare here, but…”

“Let me stop you right there.” He holds his hand up and shaking his head. “I don’t give jobs, Y/N. I’m the CEO now, I can’t show favoritism to someone who does not have experience or who hasn’t worked for their position. Do you understand?”

“I…” your words fade at his harshness. You swallow back the surge of tears. “I wasn’t going to ask you for a job.”

“But you were.” He said nodding his head. “Leave your information with Helga and she will contact the Head of HR to see what positions are available for you to interview for,” he stands from the edge of the desk and shakes his head. “Anything else?”

“No.” You answer reaching for your purse. “I’m proud of you Ivar. You turned out better than half the people expected.”

“Than you expected?”

“I always knew you were going to be great.” You admit.

Ivar stares at you and you try to discover rather it is rage or hurt in his eyes, it doesn’t matter for they’re on fire. He continues to shake his head as if he’s confused and then he kisses you. His lips envelope yours in an erratic kiss and you’re eager to respond cupping his face as you’d dreamed for years again. He still limps with his walk but it’s not nearly as bad as it had once been. He backs you into the couch unbuckling his pants with one fluid motion and hovers over you. He pushes your dress up past your hips diving into you without even checking to see if you’re wet. He pants triumphantly in your ear rocking into you with sharp thrusts. It wasn’t the normal sex you were used to with him, this was fucking. A fuck you fuck to be exact. You meet his hips until the friction from him sends you into a small spiral and spills himself in you breathing heavily before standing up and adjusting himself. “Give your info to Helga.” He fixes his hair reaches for the sleek black cane behind him. “You can go.”

You feel the rush of seeing him again fade from excitement to embarrassment as he leaves you half naked on his couch and exits the office.

You still leave your number and info to Helga with hopes something would be available. Days go by and you find unpacking is a stress reliever. You used to gripe about your parents owning apartments, but you were most grateful they did now. They’d given you the top floor loft, barely furnished but you had a shit Tom in storage. The apartment was rent free, but you still had other pills and they weren’t hip to giving anymore, than the loft. You wanted to have a house warming party, but you didn’t really have a good choice of friends. All of your friends were Lothbroks and perhaps that was your fault for not being more open to other people. You’re alone with your feelings hoping he texts or calls and he does neither. But three days later you receive an email.

Greetings from Lothbrok Holdings.

We are writing you to offer you the position listed below:

Mail Room Associate, Level One

$14/HR, 40 Hours weekly, Full Time.

If you are interested in accepting the position please report to HR Manager, Lydia Finehair Monday at 5am to start orientation. We are excited to have you on our team. Thanks again for applying with us!

Vice President,

Hvitserk R. Lothbrok

Fucking Mail Room. You huff to yourself staring at the empty apartment around you. He certainly hadn’t lost any of his pettiness.

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solange-lol · 6 years

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Baby We’re Going Up/’Cuz I Can’t Get Enough

Summary: School dances were on Nico’s top ten list of things he usually didn’t like. And yet Will somehow has these eyes that Nico can’t resist. He blames the part of him that just wants an excuse to hang out with Will.

Word Count: 1.3k

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In Nico di Angelo’s world, it had been a shit week. A feet-shuffling, back-hunched, headaching week.

How he suddenly found himself in a dark room with blasting music and raving lights, he wasn’t quite sure. (Actually he was, due to a certain blonde who seemed to be able to persuade him into doing anything.)

School dances were on Nico’s top ten list of things he usually didn’t like. Too many people were in one room which always ended with him being a sweaty mess regardless if he danced or not. Also not to mention the anxiety-induced dancing. Eighth graders were the worst when it came to not judging others too harshly.

And yet Will somehow has these eyes that Nico can’t resist. He blames the part of him that just wants an excuse to hang out with Will.

It’s not like his crush on him is exactly a secret. They had exchanged verbal mutual feelings earlier that month which involved Nico mumbling something about having a crush on WIll since 7th grade, and Will blushed and hugged him in return. Not much had happened since then, but Nico definitely noticed the little touches from Will, like intertwining their fingers when they walked home together or wrapping his arm around Nico (which Nico almost always responded by pushing it off.)

Originally, Nico’s plan for the night was to sit in the back on his phone for the two hours while trying his best to not get a headache from how loud the music was. He hardly recognized the songs, most of them were pop songs he hadn’t even heard yet despite them being replayed on the radio for weeks.

Of course, Will had completely different plans, and Nico’s plan failed after about 5 minutes when he was dragged to the front of the room near everyone as well as right where the speakers were. Nico felt like he was already going deaf less than 10 seconds of standing there.

He was about to risk breaking Will’s spirit by walking away when Cotton Eye Joe came on, and like magnet he somehow found himself holding his ground. He and Will have had many disagreements about who was the best at particular dances of the sort, and he wasn’t about to have Will prove him wrong (especially when the DJ announced that it would be a competition with a prize for the winner.)

He began to hop almost furiously next to Will, determined to prove a point. He didn’t stop to catch his breath, not even when his foot began to ache from the amount of hopping on it. As the song wnt on, Nico found himself relaxing into it, even laughing along with Will as the danced. And even when Will was awarded a plastic neon pink cowboy hat at the end (it was absolutely hideous but Will still looked adorable like always in it) it still seemed worth in.

(Also he totally got him back during the Cupid Shuffle later, and was given an electric blue fedora with a glittery bland strip across the bottom, which he unapologetically flaunted.)

After that, Nico completely forgot about the other students watching him. With Will by his side it was like they radiated confidence off of each other, which somehow made dancing the easiest thing in the world. Even when Nico turned around and saw some of the students pointing and giggling at the two of them, he kept dancing on.

A couple times Piper and Jason or Reyna would wander over and dance with them for a song or two, but Nico and Will stayed in the spotlight together for most of the night.

At one point during “Call Me Maybe,” a throwback song thanks to a request from Will to the DJ, Piper shimmied her way up to Nico. “You know, even though both you and Will dance terribly, you two look real good next to each other,” she said loudly enough so it was eligible over the music but so Will couldn’t overhear. Nico quickly thanked the darkness of the room so Piper couldn’t see the heat on his cheeks.

“We aren’t even together,” he yelled in her direction, still dancing. He quickly checked to make sure Will was still lost in the song.

“Yeah, well, you should be. If only you guys could see the way you look together. It’s adorable,” she gave him an exaggerated wink before dancing her way over to Jason.

Nico wasn’t sure if it was just the sweat or if he was still blushing when he turned back to Will.

“What did Piper want?” Will asked as the music switched to a Beyoncé song that Nico had never heard before.

“She wanted to know where I learned my fantastic moves,” Nico replied, dropping to the beat. Will’s laugh that was louder than the music seemed to be worth the gasps and snickers he heard around him.

After a couple of songs, they finally decided to take a water break before Nico collapsed onto the floor. They met up with Piper, Jason, and Reyna outside the gym as well as Calypso and Leo who Nico didn’t even realize were there. They stood in a group, laughing about how the teachers put water in those tiny bathroom dixie cups and pretended to take them like shots.

When they made their way back into the gym, “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran was playing. Piper shoved Nico a bit closer to Will before skipping off with Jason to go join a some of the couples that had paired up.

“Jesus and all his disciples could fit between those two,” Nico laughed with Will at Piper and Jason as they tried to awkwardly dance together. He was grateful when Will took his hand and dragged him to an empty corner where not too many teachers of students could see them.

“I do apologize if this night has been uncomfortable for you,” Will admitted, tucking a blonde curl behind his ear. “I just needed someone who would dance with me.”

“Are you joking? This is the most fun I’ve had in such a long time. Thank you, Will, for forcing me here after my shitty week.” Nico smiled up at Will. They locked eyes for a second, Will smiling back down at him.

After that, everything happened so quickly that either of them were barely able to register it.

Will hooked his finger under one of Nico’s overall straps (an outfit chosen by Piper) and pulled him forward, planning to hug him. To his surprise, however, Nico cupped Will’s face and pulled him down, quickly kissing him. Their lips moved together only once before Nico broke apart, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed.

Nico always told himself that he wanted his first kiss with Will to be somewhere special, somewhere meaningful, and definitely not the hell-hole that is their school. And yet, the moment just seemed so right, and he felt so comfortable with Will at that moment, it was like he couldn’t wait any longer.

He could still feel the random burst of confidence and energy when he finally looked back at Will.

“That was… thank you,” he said in a dazed voice.

“Thank you? Was I doing you a favor?” Nico asked, a soft smile spreading across his face.

“Not thank you- just- I don’t know. I really like you.”

Nico reached his arm back up to stroke Will’s cheek, imagining he could feel every freckle. “I think I can say the same.”

When the two of them finally made their way back to the dance floor, Piper rushed towards him.

“Where have you been? Everyone has been missing your moves,” she asked him, a tiny bit of worry and confusion crossing her face.

Instead of answering her question, Nico continued to stare off into the distance. “I have a boyfriend,” he said dazedly.

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tastyjin · 6 years

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Happy Accidents

In a world where soulmates can feel what the other feels, Hoseok meets Yoongi on Club Penguin, not knowing that 1. they possibly know each other IRL and 2. are soulmates. After an incident in class, Yoongi finds out who jdope23 really is.

Title: Happy Accidents

Word count: 3.7k+

Pairing: Yoongi x Hoseok

Type: soulmate au, club penguin au, college au

Genre: not really fluff but no smut so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: minor swearing. Mentions of poop. You might overdose because of how much crack this fic is on.

Author’s note: this is my first ever fic so pls don’t come for me if it’s bad, I’m not the best writer lmao. This fic is in no way making fun of writers or anything; I genuinely had a fun time writing this and hope you enjoy it. Sorry if there’s spelling errors, I’m only human.

Requests are open!

Club penguin was a “free” multiplayer online game where people, 6 years old and up, could enter a virtual world. There you could play as a cartoon penguin, taking part in missions and games to earn coins and buy super cool merchandise, ranging from clothes to furniture, in order to complete your feng shui goals in your very own igloo!

However to be considered the hippest penguin on the slopes, you had to have a paid membership. With this membership came unlimited perks such as: being able to take part in every penguin activity on the server and even buying up to 75 Puffles— small furry pets that had no limbs and only ate Puffle-Os (whatever that is).

When you were not joining in on events and missions you could waddle around and make friends! Club penguin offered many places where penguins could chat and chill (haha get it). Were you tired from sliding down the ski slopes and in need of something scrumptious to eat? Say no more! You could head to the pizza parlor where you could relax, eat pizza, and connect with your penguin pals! Besides the parlor, there were many other places you could use the ultimate safe chat or the regular safe chat to talk to other players (let’s be honest though the ultimate safe chat was only created for 5 year olds who didn’t know how to type in the first place).

That’s how Min Yoongi (aka sugasweet66) met Jung Hoseok (aka jdope23) on one cool Monday afternoon at the pizza parlor.

Min Yoongi was a music major with a bad case of sleeping for 12+ hours a day. He had started playing club penguin at the ripe age of 17, during his senior year of high school. At first it was just a joke between his friends but it soon become much more than that.

“Hyung have you heard of this new online game that was just released a few years ago?” Namjoon asked as him, Yoongi, and Jin sat at the computer section of the library. Yoongi didn’t care enough to answer him so instead he just turned his gaze from the music video he was watching (promiscuous by nelly furtado ft timbaland) to Namjoon’s computer screen.

On it was the intro screen to a game he vaguely made out to be called club penfin or something to that extent. Yoongi’s English was not perfect.

“What is that?” Jin sat back in his chair in slight disgust, was he really spending his only study period watching Namjoon play some game where his avatar was a fat ugly penguin? I mean who chooses yellow for a skin color?

“It’s called club penguin, it’s an online multiplayer game where you’re a penguin and do missions and shit. Look I just put a table in my igloo!” Namjoon pointed excitedly at his screen, where there in his white barren igloo sat a brown wooden coffee table.

Jin scoffed as he continued to watch Namjoon mess around with his igloo. After a couple seconds of seeing Namjoon have a mini heart attack because he thought he had accidentally bought the membership, Yoongi looked back at his screen curious. The game, although probably a complete joke, looked mildly entertaining.

Therefore that same day Yoongi went home and loaded up his computer, typing www.clubpenguin.com into the url tab.

Ever since then Yoongi would come home from school and religiously play club penguin. He became very invested in the game, even going so far as to buying the membership. Over the years, Yoongi cultivated an image of being one of the coolest penguins on the server. Or should I say, sugasweet66 became known as the it penguin.

Everyone admired and wanted to be sugasweet66. Of course most people playing were 10 year olds but that didn’t stop Yoongi, a 24 year old college student, from adoring the praise and compliments given to his penguin on a daily basis.

On the other hand, Jung Hoseok was far from popular in the virtual world of club penguin. Similar to Yoongi, Hoseok was a dance major who had stumbled upon the online game one day while sitting in a gaming café with his three best friends: Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung.

JustinSeagull97 has created a group chat

JustinSeagull97: hey hyungs clck the lnk I’m abt 2 snd

Mochiboy: are you having a seizure? What’s wrong with your typing?

Taetae95: ^^^^

JustinSeagull97: it’s quickr ths way

JustinSeagull97 shared a link with the group chat

Jdope23: what’s the link?

Mochiboy: is that the link to that game you’re playing right now?

Taetae95: oh is that club penguin?!

Jdope23: club what?

JustinSeagull97: it’s an adventre gme where u ply as a pnguin n it’s rlly fun pls ply w me

Jdope23: can someone kick Jungkook off the gc if he continues typing like that??

Mochiboy: yeah I got it hyung dw

JustinSeagull97: no pls dnt kck me out ffs

Taetae95: kookie did you just swear???

Jdope23: jimin you know what to do

JustinSeagull97: lol he wnt do it

Mochiboy has kicked JustinSeagull97 from the chat

Taetae95: now can we play some CP?

Jdope23: sure ig

Mochiboy: ^^^^

From that day on Hoseok and his friends met at the gaming café almost everyday to play club penguin together. Although only Jungkook bought the membership, the four still had immense fun playing the online game. That’s why Hoseok continued to play even after he entered college.

Of course Hoseok would still meet occasionally with his bffs to play, he was usually only ever able to play the game in the dorms because being a dance major meant dedicating many hours to practicing.

It was right before Hoseok left for college when he met Yoongi on Club Penguin.

Hoseok had just finished packing for college when he decided to play a bit of his favorite game. He sat down at his computer desk with a content sigh; his back was beginning to kill him and he felt sympathy for whoever his soulmate was.

Living in a world where your soulmate feels whatever you feel was particularly hard for Hoseok. Of course being a dancer meant that one was prone to getting injuries and aches, but Hoseok felt immense guilt every time he twisted an ankle or missed a step while dancing and bruised his knees. Hoseok didn’t want to inflict pain onto his soulmate, whether it be purposely or not. That’s why he dedicated himself to perfecting every dance move in order to ensure that his soulmate would not be receiving pain from his doing.

Smiling to himself at the thought, Hoseok entered his username and password and was soon logged on to the club penguin server. He debated calling his best friends and telling them to get on as well; on one hand he’d have people to play with but on the other, Taehyung would most likely make Hoseok spend all his coins on stupid shit.

Deciding against it, Hoseok clicked on the map icon on his screen and soon his green colored penguin was standing in the pizza parlor. There were only a handful of penguins there but Hoseok didn’t mind at all.

A small smile spread across his lips as he began to type on his light up keyboard he had spent all summer saving up for.

Jdope23: hello everyone!

Hoseok clicked on a button and watched as his penguin did a circular motion with its hips and arms. He laughed as a few penguins around him copied his ministrations and greeted him.

He then made his penguin sit down at one of the table in the pizzeria, striking up a conversation with a pink penguin with a super cool fedora on.

UssySleigher: hello fellow penguin have you heard the news? It’s karaoke night tonight!

Jdope23: seriously?? How does that work...

UssySleigher: you just stand on the stage and sing... have you never done karaoke before?

Jdope23: I know that it’s just.. never mind. When’s it starting?

UssySleigher: right now.

Hoseok raised a brow as he leaned in to watch as a black penguin with brown spiked hair, wearing a teal shirt with dark stripes, waddled up to the stage. He nearly choked when he read the penguin’s username: sugasweet66.

“What does that even mean?” Hoseok thought as the mysterious penguin took the stage.

Sugasweet66: hello everyone it’s d boy here to use my tongue technology to spit some sick beats

Hoseok watched as no penguin except the one with the fedora replied to sugasweet66’s words.

UssySleigher: let’s get it!

Hoseok shook his head and watched as the black penguin on stage began to breakdance. He couldn’t help but laugh as the penguin began his “performance”.

Sugasweet66: I love it when you call me big poppa

Sugasweet66: Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player

Sugasweet66: To the honies gettin' money playin' dudes like dummies

Sugasweet66’s performance went on for another 3 minutes as he rapped the entire big poppa song. At the end of it, Hoseok was in tears and didn’t hesitate to make his penguin clap. He even laughed so hard that he fell off his chair a bit and bumped his knee on the desk.

“Ow god damn.” Hoseok hissed, rubbing his knee. He glanced back at the screen to see other penguins clapping and even dancing in response to sugasweet66’s performance.

Sugasweet66: DAEGUUUUUUUU

And with that last line the black penguin waved and made its way off the stage. Hoseok immediately grabbed his mouse and clicked next to sugasweet66, watching as his penguin waddled towards them. For some odd reason, Hoseok wanted to be friends with this intriguing penguin. Not only was their rap game strong but he was genuinely curious about them. He typed furiously on his keyboard as sugasweet66 made their way over to the counter of the pizza parlor.

Jdope23: That was an awesome performance!

At first the penguin he was now next to didn’t answer but after a couple seconds of waiting, Hoseok got a reply.

Sugasweet66: you want an autograph or smth?

Hoseok snorted. He couldn’t believe that was what sugasweet66 took a full minute to come up with.

Jdope23: sure

Sugasweet66: i don’t have a pen... or fingers

Jdope23: maybe next time then

Hoseok found himself smiling at his screen for the second time today, his hand went to his mouse and in a few seconds Hoseok had added the strange penguin. Now all he had to do was wait for sugasweet66 to accept his request.

Sugasweet66: why did you send me a friend request

Jdope23: I want to break into your igloo

Sugasweet66: ok

Hoseok’s computer made a ding sound notifying him that someone had accepted his friend request and he knew exactly who that was.

Sugasweet66.

And that’s how their friendship started. After that fateful night, sugasweet66 and Jdope23 began meeting up almost everyday on the server. They’d usually hang out at Yoongi’s igloo because he was a member, meaning his igloo was a lot more decorous than Hoseok’s.

The two would go on missions and do almost everything together. Basically they were conjoined at the pixelated penguin hip. They learned a lot about each other over the course of the two years they had played together, for example: what their favorite colors were and how many nipples they had. Although somehow they had never thought to share their real names with each other, possibly because that sort of topic was not usually discussed during their super cool hangouts at, as Yoongi called it, the genius lab.

Even after Yoongi’s penguin started gaining traction did they still hang out as if they were both just two lame dudes playing club penguin (because I mean, they were). Yoongi would still meet up with Hoseok everyday in the game and Hoseok would continuously beg Yoongi to buy him stuff with his membership perks. It was a pleasant cycle that occurred daily until one fateful afternoon, it halted.

It was a particularly warm spring morning when Yoongi was sitting in the back rows of the lecture hall, listening to his music theory teacher drone on about god knows what. It was his last day of classes before spring break and to say he was relieved was an understatement.

Yoongi was feeling exhausted with his workload lately. Balancing a job at the café, his schoolwork, and his fame on club penguin was strenuous and took a toll on him. He was more than ready to just sleep off the stress he had been feeling for the entirety of the break.

Propping his elbow on his desk and placing his head in his hand, Yoongi kept his gaze trained on the board where his teacher was currently writing notes. He was absentmindedly jotting them down when he became uncomfortably warm. He moved to take off his leather jacket quietly and after a few seconds he had succeeded, placing the article of clothing on the empty seat next to him.

However he still couldn’t seem to cool down. If anything, taking off his jacket only made him hotter (and not in the way that he would’ve liked).

Yoongi began to shift in his seat, sitting up straight for a second to find that his black shirt was now stuck to his back due to his body’s perspiration.

“What the hell is happening?” Yoongi began to panic, “Is this what menopause feels like?”

He began to look around the room, making sure none of his classmates were witnessing his potential loss of his menstrual cycle.

“Wait... don’t only women menstruate?” Yoongi soon became confused but luckily, the lecture hall was mostly empty today and those who were here were not paying any attention to his breakdown.

“Okay okay so if I’m not entering menopause then what is going on?” Yoongi, no longer paying attention to today’s lesson, was now using his kumumon folder to fan himself. The heat didn’t seem to subside as a strong wave of pain hit his abdomen. Holding back a groan, he grabbed his stomach in agony and began to rub it, hoping the notion would somehow soothe the now aching organ.

“This must be what giving birth feels like.” Yoongi thought, pulling out his iPhone 4s to webMD his symptoms and see if he was about to meet the face of the grim reaper. However before he could even put his folder down and reach into the pocket of his black skinny jeans, another wave of pain washed over him, stronger than the last.

Unlike last time, Yoongi was unable to hold back his groans. It was like someone had just stabbed his abdomen with a knife and proceeded to shove a dildo in the wound to stop the bleeding. He closed his eyes momentarily and began to try and control his uneven breathing.

A few students began to send confused looks Yoongi’s way however the teacher didn’t seem to notice or if he did, he really didn’t seem to care enough to say anything.

Yoongi continued to keep his eyes closed, his breathing returning to a somewhat normal pace. His stomach was still in pain though and his sweating didn’t seem to ease up. Yoongi glanced at the clock to see how much time was left until class would end and he could sprint to the bathroom, not sure what was going on with his body but knowing the bathroom seemed like the right place to be right about now. The pain began to crescendo and he squeezed his eyes shut when it became unbearable; he abruptly stood up when he felt an all too familiar feeling hit him. He couldn’t wait to run to the bathroom, he had to go now.

Ignoring the stares he was getting from both his teacher and his classmates, he began to climb down the stairs, cursing at himself that he picked today of all days to sit all the way in the back. He was simultaneously rubbing his stomach with one hand as the other held his belongings. The teacher was saying something to him but at this point all sound became muffled to him. All Yoongi was worried about was making it to the restroom in time before-

Oh no.

It was too late.

Just as he had reached the last step his butt cheeks unclenched and a whoosh of unrestrained air, that crackled and snapped like unbounded thunder, echoed throughout the hall. At first, Yoongi was relieved because he began to feel better immensely. Maybe all he needed was to break a little wind. However, it seemed that that was only the calm before the storm, or should Yoongi say, the hurricane.

The room remained silent as it seemed everyone was frozen in time. Some students mouths were agape and others were in utter disgust.

Yoongi had made the grave mistake of trusting that one single fart because all of a sudden, as if Noah had just parted the Red Sea that was Yoongi’s ass cheeks, shit had began to leak out of his booty. It was like the dam had broke and shit was flooding Yoongi’s boxer briefs. Shrieks and profanities originating from the students rang out into the room. Yoongi felt his face heat up, knowing at this point he must be as red as Ronald McDonald’s wig. He couldn’t move nor could he make himself say something, anything to mend the situation. Because in all honestly, there was no coming back from this.

The smell coming from his bottom was deadly and many of the students, suddenly coming in contact with the horrid scent, began to evacuate the room. Even his teacher, who just shot Yoongi a less than amused look, pinched his nose and ran out of the room. Everyone was gagging, even Yoongi because this was one shit that he didn’t enjoy the smell of.

Yoongi was the only one left in the room when he finally stopped shitting himself (literally and figuratively). It wasn’t like he could move anyways, his pants were so full of crap he couldn’t move one inch without it sliding down his legs and making more of a mess than he already was. He couldn’t believe this had happened to him today; he should’ve known not to eat the gas station gimbap his roommate had brought home last night.

Yoongi could stew on that topic later however, right now he needed to come up with a solution on how the hell he was going to get back to his dorm without trailing diarrhea behind him. ——— After the whole “shit and get” fiasco, Yoongi had managed to make it home. Currently he was sitting at his laptop, staring at the club penguin log in screen. He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to waddle around the server after what had happened. Although he soon came to the conclusion that if there was anything that could make him feel better, it was club penguin. So Yoongi logged onto the server and was met with his decked out igloo. A small smile appeared on his face when he saw that his bestie, jdope23, was also online. He didn’t hesitate to send a quick message to them, telling them to come to his igloo ASAP. Already Yoongi was starting to be in better spirits, almost forgetting the events that occurred today. Almost.

Within the span of a few minutes jdope23 had appeared in the genius lab, waddling around and messing with yoongi’s things. Yoongi just rolled his eyes, a silly grin plastered on his face as he watched the green penguin start to break dance on the mini dance floor Yoongi had in his igloo.

Sugasweet66: hey wassup nerd

Jdope23: nothing much

Yoongi began to type back a response when another chat bubble appeared on his screen.

Jdope23: Lmao sumthin funny happen today tho

Yoongi furrowed his brows as he typed back.

Sugasweet66: wut

Jdope23: literally best day eva

He sighed at this, it definitely wasn’t the best day ever for him.

Sugasweet66: u gonna tell me or

Jdope23: someone shattered their pants in class HA

Yoongi choked. He literally choked on the saliva forming in his mouth. He couldn’t be? No there was no way on God’s green earth that jdope23 was talking about what had happened to him today in class.

Sugasweet66: LOL I dnt believe u

Jdope23: no 4 rEAL! It happen in my music theory class

Jdope23: this dood let it all go right before the bell rang and it smelled like someone opened a 50 year old tub of mayo

Yoongi thought he would drop dead right then and there. His palms were sweaty and his stomach began to ache at the memories of today. Not only was jdope23 a person in his class but he had witnessed Yoongi’s shitdown!

Sugasweet66: That me

Sugasweet66: I the one who crapped his pants

Jdope23: Lmao wut

Sugasweet66: I pooped my pants today in class!! You witnessed me let the floodgates of my a$$ break free

Jdope23: oh

Jdope23: OH

At this moment in time Hoseok was sitting in his dorm room, staring at his computer screen in complete and utter shock. The person he had been playing club penguin with for over 2 years now, sugasweet66, was actually someone he knew in real life. Someone who, not only was in his music theory class, but was his potential soulmate.

To Hoseok it sounded crazy but it all oddly made sense. The reason why Hoseok felt like he was going to shit himself today was because the boy who actually did shit himself in his class was actually his soulmate! He had always had an infatuation with said boy but never was able to get the courage to introduce himself.

Now he had multiple reasons to strike up a conversation.

The fact that sugasweet66 turned out to be the shitty boy in his class, who was also his soulmate, was merely coincidence but Hoseok felt like it was fate. It was fate that the owner of sugasweet66 shat himself in their music theory class, it was fate that the two had become penguin besties on the most amazing online game (and dating website) to ever exist.

Hoseok was overjoyed to say the least.

Jdope23: I think we’re soulmates

Sugasweet66 was temporarily banned from club penguin for using the phrase “what the actual flying fuck you talking about egghead”.

The end?

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peterdiamandis · 7 years

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3 Amazing Longevity Companies

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spot and race defs get their shit together bc they start sexting as a joke but then realize both of them are SUPER into it

I’m not sure if this is a headcanon or a prompt so yes I support this and also I wrote a thing.

R: I wnt to touch u

The text message came through when Spot was staring angrily athis stack of reading as if that was somehow going to get the job done. Welcomingthe distraction, he scooped up his phone and read the message. The sender almostconfused him more than its content. Tony Higgins, who everyone seemed to callRace for a reason no one could explain. He was in one of Spot’s seminars andthey’d been paired together for a presentation, prompting the exchange of phonenumbers, but beyond that they’d nothing to do with each other. And now Race waspropositioning him? Spot texted back anyway – as weird as this was it was moreentertaining than Derrida.

S: How drunk are youright now?

The reply came almost instantly.

R: 4

R: On a scale 1 to 4

Race’s answer was evident in his poor logic and lack ofgrammar without the need for words. Spot was no stranger to guys who turned queerafter several drinks; it seemed university was full of people who got handsywith whoever was closest regardless of gender after a beer or two. It was finefor anyone straight. They could, and did, just laugh it off the next morning –if they even remembered what had happened at all. But Spot reckoned queer folkshad a lot more to lose by getting together with someone on a night out sincethere was every chance that person might turn around and say they weren’tinterested once they were sober. Spot was pretty such Race was one of thoseguys who just got too affectionate after some alcohol. He wasn’t going to playalong just to be mocked the next day.

S: Go to sleep Race

He hoped the text sounded as final to Race as it did to him,but a few seconds later another reply buzzed.

R: Cnt. At pary

Either Race was currently in a sword fight with someone, orhe was at a party; either was possible from his vague attempts to spell wordscorrectly. Spot decided the latter was probably most likely. He bristled at theidea of his texts being shown around a group of drunk, laughing people and wasglad he’d decided to largely ignore Race’s message. Had he been drunk himself,or had Race been queer, he might have responded in kind. When attractive peoplerandomly sexted you out of nowhere sometimes it was just good sense to go withit. Now was clearly not one of those times.

S: Oh

S: That explains alot

S: This is a dare?

Either alcohol or peer pressure had to be behind this.

R: Had t osext sum1

Clearly it was a little or both, but from the sounds of itRace was message hadn’t been solely concocted by his own brain and some beer.Spot gritted his teeth. He’d hoped uni would be the end of the pranks andteasing and joking around with him because he liked guys. Race seemed like adecent guy, in the little time they’d spent together, and Spot couldn’tunderstand why he’d willingly join in with what amounted to little more thanbullying.

S: And you pickedme…???

R: Random

R: But I’m glad u

Spot stared at the second message when it appeared on hisscreen. The tone seemed to have changed; he would have bet anything that Racehad stepped away from his friends and whatever game he was playing to continuethis conversation. It didn’t seem like something you’d want people reading overyour shoulder for.

S: Right…?

Spot typed back, his fingers shaking ever so slightly. Hewas still determined not to look like he was encouraging this, but he didn’treally want it to end either. Why was Race glad it was his name that had comeup? Because he knew Spot wouldn’t take it seriously, considering it was comingfrom a, presumably, straight guy? Or was there another reason?

R: I do wan to tocuhu

R: Yor’e hot

It took a couple of seconds for Spot to decipher Race’sdrunk texting but once he did he just blinked. And then confusion quicklyturned to bitterness and he tightened his hold on his phone. It was cruel tomock him like that just because he was out and proud. He could imagine Race onthe other side of the conversation, laughing to himself as he drunkenly decidedit was okay to say those things.

Spot typed out three last messages, sending them one afterthe other, before setting his phone aside screen-down and turning over to go tosleep.

S: And you’re drunk

S: Leave me alone

S: Go back to yourparty

The next day Race woke up far after his lectures had begunand ended. His head was still pounding and everything was a little blurry.Reaching for the headache tablets he kept just beside his bed for time likethese, he swallowed two of them dry. They scratched at his throat as they wentdown but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand up to get water until he startedto feel a little less ill. To pass the ten minutes he had to wait for thepainkillers to take effect, he grabbed his phone and tried to assess the damageof the night before. Texts and snapchat replies and tweets were usually goodstarting evidence to work out what he’d done. The name at the top of his recentcontacts list chilled him to the bone. CuteIrish Seminar Boy. Otherwise known as Spot Conlon, the infuriating boy withdistracting cheekbones and a smirk that Race swore would have turned him gay ifhe hadn’t already played for both teams. Oh, this was not good. He prayed toany deity he could think of before he opened up the message log.

Reading it through he had to admit it could have been farworse. The truth or dare game came back to him, albeit slightly hazily, and he vaguelyrecalled being happy when it was Spot’s contact that had been chosen for him tosext. He could probably alleviate most of what he’d written by blaming alcoholbut there was still the underlying problem that he’d admitted to attraction. Andfrom Spot’s responses he was hurt by the conversation – that wasn’t how Racewanted to leave things. Swallowing his pride, he typed a quick apology.

R: I’m sry

R: Abt last night

He didn’t know how to go into detail. I’m sorry I hit on you. I’m sorry you were the person I had to text. I’msorry I hurt you?

It was only a second before a little bubble popped up totell him Spot was replying. He held his breath and waited for the dots in thebubble to change into letters, hoping the message wasn’t going to be one ofscorn.

S: Wow

S: You’re almost asbad at texting sober

It broke the tension, if that was what Spot was aiming for.Race managed a small laugh, surprised and relieved when it didn’t result in himwanting to throw up.

R: Shut up

It was a poor reply, but Race didn’t know what else to do.He was leaving the ball in Spot’s court – something that would turn out to beone of the best decisions he’d ever made.

S: So you want totouch me, huh?

S: Didn’t know youswung that way

Race liked where this was going. He wasn’t in the closet,exactly, but he was out on more of a need-to-know basis. Right now it seemedlike there was something intriguing to come of Spot knowing. Race knew he was gay,so if he was interested then… He typed a reply before he could talk himself outof it.

R: I swing evry way

R: & sure

R: U may be a dickbut u r attractive

It was a couple of minutes before Spot replied and Racemanaged to convince himself that he’d made a huge mistake. He could see thatSpot went to type something several times, but kept deleting it and leaving nothing.When a reply eventually came it was more difficult to interpret than Race wouldhave liked.

S: Thanks I guess

Still, that wasn’t a negative response. And Race figured hehad nothing to lose.

R: I wdn’t say no

S: Well I might

R: Wld you?

S: Are you stilldrunk?

Race snorted. He hadn’t had that much to drink. He was stilla little foggy but his headache was mostly gone and the room had stoppedspinning. If Spot was worried about taking advantage of a drunk guy then theydidn’t have a problem.

R: Hungover, nt drunk

S: And will you typein English?

R: Fine

It was an annoying condition to agree to – text speak wasn’tthat hard to understand and it was far quicker to type, Race was adamant – but itseemed like a small price to pay for whatever might be about to happen. Therewas no delay in a reply this time.

S: Then lock yourdoor and take off your clothes

There was a chance this was all a joke. Spot could beleading him on with the intention of humiliating him as retribution for themessages the night before but Race was hungover and he just couldn’t think itthrough without the world starting to tilt.

R: You serious?

He hoped the question would be enough to give Spot an out tofind some morality if this was all a big joke, but instead he got a far betteranswer.

S: No Skype no phonecalls no photos, just texts

S: But yeah, I’mserious

S: I need to get off

Race groaned. Given the choice he’d rather actually get tosleep with Spot but he wasn’t going to turn down the proposition. He wasn’twearing many clothes after the night before, he’d probably find them scatteredacross his room from the door to the bed, but he slipped off his boxers. If hewas going to do this, he was going to do it right.

R: Same

S: Clothes off?

R: Yeah

S: Tell me whatyou’re doing

Sometimes Race felt like he was in a polyamorous relationshipwith two other people: Spot, and Spot’s job. He was proud and supportive butthat didn’t mean he didn’t miss his boyfriend when he was away on businesstrips that lasted too long and were too frequent. They’d been together forseven years and Race had grown to love the domesticity and comfort – even ifthey’d started as friends-with-benefits who weren’t even really friends.

Thinking back over their relationship made him miss Spoteven more and soon he was subconscious reaching for his phone and sending atext.

R: Hey

Spot knew Race well by now. ‘Hey’ didn’t mean ‘hi’. ‘Hi’would have meant ‘hi’. ‘Hey’ meant ‘I want to talk to you.’ The message he sentback was an answer to the statement Race didn’t even need to say.

S: What’s up?

R: What are you doingright now?

Spot took a moment to appreciate the fact Race’s text speakhad gotten better over the years before looking around his rather Spartan hotelroom and sighing. He wanted to be home. Meetings were important for his job andhe knew that, but Race was important for his sanity.

S: Prepping for ameeting

It was partly true. It was what he was supposed to be doingbut he was more than grateful for the distraction Race was providing from staringat the ceiling and wishing he wasn’t in a the hotel of a conference centerseveral hours from home.

R: Want to prep forsomething else?

The insinuation seemed clear but they hadn’t done this sincethey’d officially gotten together and Spot wanted to make sure.

S: Race…?

R: You’re in yourhotel room?

S: Yeah

R: Lock the door andtake off your pants

The words had Spot grinning. It was what they’d alwaysmessaged each other with years ago when they’d wanted to start something. Hisdoor was already locked and he hadn’t bothered to get dressed that day yet, buthe still appreciated the old phrase. Even though he was far too far away fromRace, it meant him feel closer.

S: What are we doing?

He was being coy at this point. He knew exactly what theywere doing, but Race went along with it anyway.

R: Reminiscing. Forold time’s sake.

That was definitely something Spot could get on board with.

#newsies #newsies fanfiction #sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #spot/race #prompt #anonymous

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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A World Cup Victory and A Crushing Defeat (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Hi, I really love all of your imagines! Could you do a Kelley O'Hara x reader where reader plays for the Royals and Brazil WNT and is dating Kelley. After Brazil lost the game against France in the World Cup reader is basically crushed and Kelley comforts her. Then at the final the reader is in the stands cheering with Kelley's jersey and after they win she celebrates with the USWNT. Thank you in advance and I hope you have an amazing day.

Kelley knew you were absolutely crushed. You’d been gushing to her for weeks about being in the World Cup, about how you couldn’t wait to face her and the USWNT.

You were confident after winning the group stage, but in the end, France had led to your team’s downfall in the semi finals.

“Hey.” You hear a soft whisper before you head in the locker room, turning towards your girlfriend with a small smile.

“Hey.”

Kelley knew what utter defeat felt like when they’d lost against Sweden at the Olympics, she knew exactly how that felt and she would never wish that pain on anyone, especially not you.

Everyone knew you and Kelley were together, the woman there in support of you against France, even if the two of you would inevitably face one another on the pitch, Kelley wanted you to know she was there for you.

Kelley’s arms slip around you and you duck down, burying your nose in her neck as you cling to her, the woman whispering soft reassurances in your ear, along with peppering your cheek with kisses.

“You did everything you could, you played your hardest and I couldn’t be any prouder of you.”

Kelley cups your cheeks, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“I love you, and I’m so proud.” She whispers as she kisses you again, her forehead resting against yours.

“I love you too... Thank you, for being here for me.” You whisper and Kelley nods, grinning as she presses another kiss to your lips.

“Always.”

***

The second you made it to the hotel you were dragged away by Kelley, the woman saying that the two of you were spending a day in together and it was in no way up for debate.

How could you complain though?

Spending an entire day in bed, snuggled up to Kelley O’Hara, that was a dream come true.

Kelley runs her fingers through your hair, her nails digging into the nape of your neck which leaves you absolutely purring beneath her fingers, the woman sending you a dreamy smile.

You were utterly heartbroken over the loss, over the fact that you wouldn’t face Kelley in the World Cup, but under the woman’s ministrations you were able to relax, the blow of losing softening beneath your girlfriend’s tender touch.

Kelley curls into your side, her head on your chest as her fingers continue running through your hair.

“Trying to put me to sleep?” You yawn tiredly, the defender grinning.

“I mean, a day in wouldn’t be complete without a nap, would it?” Kelley asks and you smile, rolling over to face her.

Kelley cups your cheek, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“You know I’m proud of you, right?” She smiles and you nod, chuckling.

“I’ve heard you say it a few times today.” You bump your nose against hers and the woman beams.

You clear your throat.

“You know I’m proud of you too?” You whisper and she nods.

“I know you are.”

“So proud that I’m staying for the rest of the World Cup.” You grin and she shakes her head.

“You don’t have to do that...” She glances away and you shake your head, turning her head until your eyes lock.

“I want to... I want to see my girl play.” Your grin splitting your face in half as Kelley’s cheeks flush.

“Awwwwww.” You coo, and the defender grumbles.

“Shut up.”

“But you’re so cuteeeee.” You tease, tickling her sides and she giggles, wiggling in your hold.

“Nooo, I’m not.” She mumbles and you shake your head, peppering her face with kisses.

“Yessss, you are.” You laugh as Kelley tries to wiggle out of your hold, but to no avail.

You eventually stop your assault, your forehead resting against Kelley’s as the two of you pant.

“I want to be here to watch you play because I love you.” You whisper and Kelley’s cheeks flush, a dazzling smile stretching across her face.

“I love you too... And I’m glad you want to stay...” She shrugs. “Winning wouldn’t be the same without you here.” She murmurs and you grin.

“Awwwwwwwwww.”

“Shut up.”

***

As you promised you were there for every game, needless to say you were incredibly excited when USWNT beat France courtesy of Megan Rapinoe’s boot.

Just like every other fan you were on the edge of your seat, but you were there each and every time cheering your girlfriend on, your girlfriend who would excitedly run to you with a squeal after winning, jumping into your arms and pressing a kiss to your lips.

But today... Today was the day of the final.

The WWC Final, and your girlfriend was again in it, and she was starting.

You, the proud girlfriend you are, were on your feet the entire time, proudly wearing your #5 jersey in support of the woman you loved.

Again, much like everyone you were on the edge of your seat, the game between the Netherlands and the USWNT was going to be an intense one, both teams fighting for the right to be called World Cup Champions.

It’s in the end of the first half that you jump to your feet, watching in horror as Kelley falls to the ground, she and Martens connecting violently in the air.

“Shit.” You mumble, watching in worry as your girlfriend eventually moves to her feet, though you can easily tell there’s something wrong.

The whistle blows signaling the end of the first half and almost immediately you’re leaving your seat and taking off after your girlfriend.

***

“Kelley, I know you’re upset but you have to go off.” You hear Jill’s voice, followed quickly by Kelley’s.

“I don’t go off!” She barks back angrily and you sigh, running your hands down your face before knocking on the locker room door.

You’ve barely even poked your head inside the locker room before Kelley is on you, her arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Come on in Y/N.” Jill waves you in and you nod, carrying Kelley in, the defender clinging to you like a koala bear, mumbling against your neck about how she’s fine and she doesn’t want to go off the pitch.

“Kel, you took a pretty bad knock to the head...” You frown, the woman shaking her head.

“But I’m fine Y/N...” She mumbles and you shake your head.

“You aren’t baby, you aren’t...” You whisper and Kelley sniffles.

“But...”

“How would you feel if I took a hit like that and tried to stay on the field?” You ask and Kelley pulls back, her tear-filled brown orbs locking with your Y/E/C ones.

Eventually, she relents, taking a deep breath before nodding.

“I just, I don’t want to.” She pouts and you smile, kissing her forehead.

“For me?” You ask and she groan, drawing the attention of her teammates who smile as she cuddles back into your chest.

“Fine. I’ll do it for you, but I won’t like it.”

***

And dislike it Kelley did, thankfully you were able to sit in the VIP area and hold her against your chest, the woman pouting and mumbling under her breath the second play started.

It was in the 60th minute that everything changes, Megan Rapinoe sinking the penalty kick into the back of the net, 9 minutes later another goal courtesy of Rose Lavelle.

“Oh my god you’re going to do it.” You whisper in her ear, Kelley practically shaking with excitement.

The closer it gets to the 90-minute mark, the more excited Kelley gets, itching to run out onto the field.

“Go join your teammates.” You nod to those gathered on the sidelines.

Kelley kisses your lips, grinning before she moves to stand beside them, jumping on her heels with glee.

The final whistle blows and you’re on your feet, screaming with excitement along with the crowd as the USWNT wins another World Cup, getting another Star on their jerseys.

You hold your hands high above your head, clapping as the team gets their medals and holds the trophy high.

Eventually, Kelley makes her way back to you, basically jumping on you, her lips pressing against yours.

“What do you say, you come celebrate with us?” She grins and you glance over her shoulder, seeing a few of her teammates waving you over, Alex and Allie grinning as they flail at you.

“Are you sure? I mean I am on a different-

Kelley cuts you off with another kiss, of course, you’re only happy to reciprocate.

“I want my girlfriend with me to celebrate.” She whispers and you nod.

“Okay. I’ll come.”

Kelley squeals, taking your hand and dragging you onto the field, leaving you to wonder what you’d gotten yourself in to.

***

“Where in the hell are my clothes?” You grumble, sitting up, looking down when you realize you’re in just a pair of boxers, your chest exposed.

“I imagine they’re wherever mine are.” Kelley mumbles as she sits up, wiping her eyes as glances around the room.

Suddenly, Alex walks out of the bathroom, yawning loudly, thankfully you’re able to pull the covers up over you and Kelley in time.

“Where the hell were you?” Kelley asks and Alex shrugs.

“The bathtub.”

Kelley shrugs.

“At least she has clothes on.”

You turn to a girlfriend, your eyes wide.

“Seriously, what have you gotten me in to?” You ask and Kelley yawns scooting closer.

“Nothing we’ll be able to remember in a week.”

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i feel upset today because there is a continual expectation for me to put myself out for other people and get next to nothing in return as they ask for everything. and if i ask for something, it just goes ignored.

i’m tired of my work being devalued. i’m tired of people just taking it for granted and using it to their own benefit. i felt nothing but anxiety and animosity at the last show our group put on because i was knowingly bullied on more than one occasion by another member and then forced to put on a show with them - and was even questioned why i might pull out my art.

i was going to perform at this event. but as the weeks passed i realized i was putting in more work than anyone else and when i asked for certain things, they were ignored or put off. and yet there was an expectation for me to complete something for them ‘asap’. this made performing for the first time really devalued. like sure, i worked hard to create the event but why? what was the purpose of this? it was never to bring anyone together, it was never to showcase anything but the organizers themselves and the lack of good promotion means the likelihood of selling something at a venue not known for after hours shows and not joining our marketing is pretty low.

i am 27 years old now. i have no fucking desire to put on shitty teen shows that are half assed thrown together with a bunch of my friends. thats not what this is about for me - it lacks a certain amount of organization and class. it lacks a curation in performers. i thought i might be the worst one - and that’d be okay. they cant all be winners. but now it’s just open mic - and if i really wanted to perform at a open mic, i’d go to a real one. if i’m going to do a large amount of the work - outside of meeting with the owner one time and putting up 5 flyers on street poles - i want the results to be worth the work i put in. and IMO it’s not. it’s mediocre and thrown together.

and i feel a personal insult about this because of how much work i put intothe group itself. ive dedicated time on a semi regular basis to all the admin work, the promotion, keeping social media active, posting new submissions, fielding a majority of the questions and i’m not asking for praise - i’m asking for people to respect the work i’ve done. don’t come in and draw on it with magic marker and tell me its acceptable quality when theres folks painting in oils. i dedicated time to create an entity that could be used and harnessed; i ask for the quality of our output to match whats already there.

and i think it’s asinine that i would hve to argue doing better than average. if this is just a hobby or random activity for you - fine. it’s not serious. you’re not serious. none of this matters. but it was presented as serious. it was presented as a showcase of people’s craft. there is no effort into making it somewhere one would wnt to be. we’re all going for the ~decor. we print posters because we want to see our name on a poster in the street - not becuse we’re really advertising an event. it was acceptable that the only people in attendance would be the performers and a few of their friends. acceptable!! that’s an unsuccessful house party, in my opinion.

you know whats missing locally? proper use of social media to network between people. it’s impossible to find other artists in the area unless you scour through obscure hashtags. but yet theres dozens and dozens if not hundreds of artists in the local area. this means you get stuck in one influence and within that influence you may be chastised for going against the “norm” of their influence. instead of new ideas being welcomed, they’re constantly turned down or argued against.

i’ve met all of the people i know through facebook and instagram in my art world. thats a very powerful tool.i know models who only book through instagram. and ive had arguements about the use of hashtags. as if theyre not relevant.

i’m tired of questioning what i know. tht honestly gives me the most anxiety. and its not like im tired of questioning what i do - its healthy to question your actions - but what i know and believe makes me feel unsure of myself and the skills i have. i have had experience working in the creative industries since i was 17, freelancing. and i have a wide variety of skills in graphic design, retouching photos, photography of models & landscapes & products, glamour modeling & product modeling (of which i’ve done for dozens of photographers in the local area), web design & blogging + knowlege of e-commerce platforms, wordpress, seo, promotion & marketing both online & offline, i’ve sold crafts online for almost four years and switched my primary creative tool from artisan crafts to trditional & figure art that i studied & practiced extensively for over two years, i have skills in copywriting & journalism, i have a handle on the basic laws of creative works & how they can be used, basic knowledge in building & selling a brand, communicating with clients & customers (of which i’ve had no complaints in regards to my communication - ive had complaints about shipping because post offices are not so nice), creating organized file systems which can be used by multiple people -- i have paid my dues. i am still growing, absolutely. i am not the best at any of the above things i listed. i could be even better. i could spend two hours today on one of these skills and be better than i am right now. i can always be better.

but just because i can be better doesnt take away from what i know now, what i have learned, what i have studied - like i took the time to study and read up on research and marketing & promotion techniques. a good portion of my first shop was spent reading about how to sell stuff, not so much making stuff to sell. as i did not realize at the time how much work went into being successful online. and i did not realize until my shop closed how i had taken that skill for granted - because i had done all that work & effort, it was able to pull in a few sales a month with little to no effort now. if i worked harder, maybe i couldve been even better.

i also (un)willingly have worked full time as an artist and only an artist for at least two years. this is the “luxury” ive been allowed in life even though i am the definition of starving artist. i didnt have it as a part time job or hobby - it was something i did every single day and i marketed & promoted for hours a day. an acquaintance of mine upon hearing of my mental state now told me that i had gone so hard for so long - and i kind of appreciated that he saw that on the outside. that someone could see that i actully did work incredibly hard. that i was dedicated.. that i AM dedicated.

i’m not saying any of this makes me better thn anyone else or knowing more - it just means i’m experienced. i am very very experienced in not only practicing a craft but marketing that craft to sell, displaying that craft in it’s best light, knowing the best places to sell. i also work in quality over quantity. i am not interested in doing 9 - 10 shows a year. i’m not interested in shitting out 5 - 7 paintings at a time. it means before i touch anything to paper or canvas or wood - i’ve thought about it. i’ve really, really thought about it. i didnt just sit down and throw paint on the canvas. i couldve been thinking of this image for days before i do it. or the craft itself - my bone jewelry came because i absolutely neded to make a necklace out of fish bones i found and they needed vials attached. why? i dont know. but it just needed to be.

when i started the group, i asked about names. i didnt choose a name or dictate the name. i was given a suggestion by someone i actually dont like at all and was given a reson for why he felt it was a good suggestion and i agreed because business-wise it was a good suggestion. i respected that he hd different ideas and experiences that shaped that suggestion that i did not have. i learned through it that i should expand my reach - both in my personal creative life and my ‘business’ creative life.

my ~partner was disappointed i wasn’t going to perform. i could tell it was frustrating and dissappointing to him because i think he thought it wouldve been good for me and that i would hopefully find something in it that would bring me something. and through his disappointment he told me that it wasn’t totally right to drop out of something you planned to do or that peopl expected you to be at.

but i’d like to turn that around - my partner is someone who also puts himself out for others on a regular basis. and for a long, long, long time he was fucked around and fucked over by many people. an old friend came to his door and asked to borrow money and he allowed him to despite knowing he might be a drug addict now. he had no obligation to this person but it was like since he was asked, he should. and i think if he lerned to say no, or learned to walk away from an unhealthy situation, he would be happier as well. i’ve learned first hand the benefit of walking away from something toxic. and you will feel misplaced guilt for a bit, i feel some guilt now but it’s for the best.

i try to think how i can change my perspective on it but i cannot. i wold not walk down the street if this was held in the local gallery, nevermind 20km away. like once i took myself out as a performer i realized i wouldnt even want to go. i dont want to see anyone perform but my partner; who will already be subdued because of the venue. ive been completely taken out of the organization of the event - despite having been continually involved in the promotion and a few conversations since the lst one where i said i didnt want to keep doing this. so ive deleted my advertisement efforts online andi’m just halting any further promotion on my part of this event. i’m 97% sure i’m personally not even going to go. i no longer ant to see half of the people there on a personal level so it’s not even worth going to to hang out and i dont care about displaying my art.

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