#yes i just used soccer in the story and football here
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Modern day AU
Laudna and Imogen get tickets to a lower league soccer game
Laudna’s super into it and very excited the entire time, yelling for players to rip another’s head off after a particularly bad challenge
Imogen’s just there because Laudna really enjoys it but it’s not exactly her thing
But as the game goes on Imogen slowly gets more and more into it, especially once the home team gives up a game-tying goal late on.
Laudna, who has been on her feet cheering and dancing with the rest of the supporters, is losing her voice as a forward streaks down the wing past where the two of them are sat. Imogen is just amused and entertained watching her have so much fun when she sees the player sprint past her wearing black and yellow, just like Laudna’s outfit, just like everyone’s outfit around her, and now she’s focused on them and the theatrics.
Imogen watches along with the rest of the crowd, all of them standing and following the player’s movement down the field, weaving their feet around the ball, before coming to a slowed stop, only to double back in an attempt to shake the defender away. Managing to do so, they spin once more and, with quite a bit of spin and power, kick the ball with the instep of their foot towards the goal area
Not realizing what she was doing, Imogen finds herself on the edge of her seat, as the ball meets the head of another player in the same black and yellow color
The ball bounces off his head, aimed downward toward the ground, where there’s a person in bright pink waiting to snare it. A gasp.
Suddenly another player’s foot, this person also wearing black and gold, strikes the ball before it even hits the ground and knocks it past the man in pink’s waiting arms and into the back of the net.
Imogen yells before Laudna, jumping up and grabbing into her shoulder and excitedly starting to give high five’s to everyone around her. Laudna also celebrates with the strangers around her, before turning back to Imogen and giving her a hug
Just then, the players are all running back past them with their arms waving excitedly, trying to get the crowd even louder, as the team wearing pink looks dejected and disappointed
As soon as the ball is kicked off once more, only after a handful of passes back and forth, the whistle goes again indicating the game is over.
The crowd continues to cheer even louder as fireworks start to go off from outside the small stadium. Laudna and Imogen both continue to hug and celebrate with the strangers around them, all the while the players take a lap around the field waving and celebrating with them
Later, as the girls go to leave, Imogen clutching onto Laudna’s arm as Laudna talks about what they just witnessed, Imogen can only listen as Laudna goes on and on. She loves Laudna’s competitive side, and how she gets when they go to matches; Imogen doesn’t quite understand it all, but she could still listen to Laudna talk like this for hours.
Suddenly Laudna asks her “you seemed to be into it too by the end, that was something new.”
Imogen smiles and says “yeah, that was exciting! I don’t know why but suddenly I get why you like it so much.”
Laudna laughs. “I live for the drama,” she says as she and Imogen continue down the walk to the parking lot.
#imogen x laudna#imodna#southern gothic#laudna#imogen#cr ff#critical role fan fic#fan fic#fan fiction#modern au#flash fiction#critical role flash fiction#anyway i am bored at work#and dreaming of my football team winning the league#and just imagining the girls being at a game#anyway#yes i just used soccer in the story and football here#i do what i want
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tins without labels - prologue (j.wy)
summary:
Jung Wooyoung's life was always somehow intertwined with your own. from living in the same neighbourhood as kids to attending the same college; fights, bickering, bruises, teasing comments and tears. Wooyoung and you were never complete strangers but never friends either. Always somewhere in between, growing up with each other but never actually knowing one another.
The relationship takes a confusing turn in your third year of college after an injury that places your football career on hold. Lonely, lost and confused, you find yourself at your first college party in the presence of none other than Jung Wooyoung asking him to show you what exactly have you been missing out on.
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a/n: pls don't say damn when u see that i started another story. listen LISTEEEEEN. i know what u all will say..."bree should u rly be starting another series when u havent finished or started the 4757 bajillion ones that u already posted?" the answer is YES. let me explain myself briefly, this summer has been rly hard for me bc i lost someone who was incredibly important to me and i just can't write...i just can't! everything looks like shit!!! im halfway done with soot and something just isn't letting me continue. i can't write pretty on the outside or literally anything else i've started bc its all simply too sad. writing is draining to begin with despite how much i love and enjoy it but writing angst is k wording my mental health lol! so....i present to you this series, mostly dedicated to myself literally no one asked for this, i just feel like its something i need to write and always wanted to so here i go! it will be a little heartwarming series with lots of humor and coming of age shenanigans and huge chunks of it written from personal experience and i hope u guys read it and like it. i had a lot of fun writing this prologue. (p.s. i literally know jackshit about football/soccer so if by some chance someone that reads this knows their football shit....just let it go pls lmfaoo)
(prologue; when we were kids)
and I couldn't find the words, i couldn't think of what to say and all that I can do is stop and think about the days when all we used to dream about was meeting after school
6 and 8 years old;
Your mom helped you build the snowman.
An entire morning of running around your front yard, laughing and playing in the freshly fallen snow, seeing the air you breathe out in front of you that you pretended was cigarette smoke to make your mom laugh as the cold nipped at your cheeks.
The snowman was almost twice your size (which wasn't a lot, you were a fairly small child) with pebbles stuck in as his eyes and teeth pulled up in a big grin. Your mom found a small bucket in the old shed behind the house which she placed on his head as a makeshift hat and because you didn't have any carrots, there was a small twig stuck at the center of the snowman's face to serve as a long crooked nose.
(The snowman didn't have any arms, a detail that went over your head at the time.)
After admiring the big statue in the farther corner of your front yard for awhile, you finally retreated into the house with your socks wet along with the majority of your hot pink snowsuit. As you kicked off the damp clothes and exchanged them for warm, dry ones and fuzzy socks and then settled in front of the TV in the toasty living room with a mug of cocoa - you couldn't help but feel that it was a happy day.
Which is why when, in the late afternoon, once you looked out of your window to see what once used to be your snowman is now nothing but a big pile of disheveled snow with his plastic hat rolling around the sidewalk and two boys running away down the street with shrill laughter echoing after them, you simply couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Mommy!" You screamed out, running outside your front door in fuzzy socks and your sweater, as dramatic as you were. But you were six and your life still ended and began with coloring books and favorite toys, so a snowman that you made with your mom getting destroyed, surely felt like the end of the world.
Once your mom stepped out after you, about to scold you for walking outside into the cold air with no jacket on, you burst into crocodile tears as you pointed to the spot where your snowman once stood.
"Oh, no." She breathed out with a sigh before grabbing her jacket and slipping into whatever shoes were available by the door (they were your dad's old tennis shoes) and walking across the front yard to collect the small bucket from the sidewalk.
All you could do was stand and watch as you wailed so loudly after your snowman that the entire neighbourhood could hear.
"Honey, it's okay." Your mom tried to soothe you as she walked up the steps to your house, carrying what used to be the snowman's hat. "It's just a snowman, we'll make another one tomorrow!"
But you were inconsolable, bursting out in another wave of loud cries as you stomped your tiny foot and pointed to the house across the street.
"They ruined it! W-Wooyoung ruined it!" You sob, waving towards the boy's house with all the anger a six year old could possibly muster. You knew it was him, recognizing the ugly red jacket he wore this entire winter and his even uglier looking friend, Chanwook.
You weren't friends with Wooyoung. He was older than you and all of his friends were mean. You once tried to play with them when you first moved to the neighbourhood but they didn't want to play with a girl. You cried about that too.
They often teased you. Wooyoung said your crooked teeth made you look ugly!
She sighs again, "And that was very mean of him. But, Y/N, we'll just make another snowman tomorrow."
"But-" You start again, tears still sliding down your face.
"We'll build him in the backyard where we have a fence, so no-one will be able to touch him." She offers with a smile, hoping you'll finally be consoled enough to walk inside and be safe from the harsh cold.
"But I won't be able to look at him from the window." You tell her quietly, voice going hoarse from the crying and bottom lip already wobbling as another wave of tears began to sunk in. She gives you a sympathetic smile.
"We'll get him a prettier hat and we'll use two long branches to give him arms!" Your mom offers again, trying to butter you up so the tears would stop. "We'll get a carrot for his nose and big pretty rocks for his eyes!" Once she realized it was working, she continued; "And we'll take a picture of you with him so you'll always get to look at him, even when he melts away!"
You peer up at her with a hiccup, finally bribed enough; "A picture?"
She nods, holding the door wider for you to finally walk inside as you inch towards the door, fuzzy socks now soaked, "A picture. We'll send your dad to the mall to develop them."
So, you finally walk inside the warm house again, changing your socks and immediately going to your father's home office to pester him about the camera and just how long will it take for a picture to be developed.
-
"-Y/N, we'll just make another snowman tomorrow!"
Wooyoung heard your mom tell you as he peers at the exchange from across the street, through his bedroom window, freshly changed into dry clothes after a long hard day of playing outside with Chanwook and now, warming his frozen hands on the radiator.
When Wooyoung saw the snowman parked in the corner of your front yard, just a step away from the sidewalk, he and Chanwook thought it would be funny to ruin it.
The thing was ugly and had an even uglier bucket at the top of it's head, perfect to kick around the street!
He didn't think too much about it, if he was honest. Just saw a big lump of snow he wanted to kick at until it collapsed, so that's what Wooyoung did. It was just a silly snowman.
Besides, you were already six years old. Far too old to be making a stupid snowman. You should've been going sledding with the rest of the neighborhood kids on the small hill just a couple of minutes away from your street. Wooyoung was mature now, so his mom allowed him to go without a chaperone this year. You were always so childish, no wonder your mom didn't let you go with them. You cried over everything.
But he didn't expect you to cry over the stupid snowman!
It was just a snowman. It would've melted anyway when the weather got warmer! Or gotten ruined by someone else!
The brief fear of your mom telling Wooyoung's mom about what he'd done struck him. He'd positively get grounded for ruining your dumb snowman if she found out and then the rest of his winter break would be spent inside of the house.
You could always make another snowman. A better one. And since you're such a crybaby, Wooyoung would make sure to tell Chanwook that they won't be touching that one. Leave that ugly snowman alone.
Just so you wouldn't cry anymore.
-
10 and 12 years old;
"It's a shame your mother is dead, maybe if she was still around she would teach you how to act like a girl!"
Your face flushed in anger as you stared the other boy, Beomseok, his chubby fingers still wrapped around your pencil case which was how the argument started in the first place.
He was in the same class as you and a typical bully. Bigger than the rest of his peers and always using it to his advantage to intimidate and tease them. Today, he took your pencil case and when you asked for him to give it back, he only gave you a gnarly smile and started running around the classroom and eventually out on the halls, screaming taunts at you. It would be a lie to say that you didn't scream some pretty mean stuff back but in your defense, he deserved it.
Now, you both stood as if you're ready to duel as the rest of your classmates and even some upperclassmen gathered to see what the commotion is all about, your fury rising so high that tears spring in your eyes at the mention of your mom as you observe his smug smirk. Obviously, from a very young age, you were bad at managing your anger.
"I hate you!" You scream out, voice high pitched. Then you jump on Beomseok with your full weight, successfully pulling him to the hard hallway floors as your hands curled into tiny fists that started colliding with his face.
And Beomseok, for all his intimidating build, talked an awfully big game just to end up bursting into tears as your fist collided with his nose. He was bad at fighting, you notice, if he could be beat up by a lanky girl almost two times smaller than him.
"I just-" Punch. "-wanted-" Punch. "-my pencil case-" A slap. "-back!"
"Somebody help!" He screams from under you, whining under each attack but his classmates were too busy cheering you on to come to his defense.
Once you start harshly pulling on his hair, two arms wrap themselves under your armpits and pull you off of your classmate. You're standing again and are turned by your shoulders to come face to face with your teacher, screaming at you.
"Is this a proper behavior in school?!" and lots of "Your father will hear about this!"'s and "You're going to the principle's office!" as she started pulling you by your arm down the corridor that was still filled with students.
"Everyone to your classrooms! Now!" Your teacher screams from the top of her lungs as she tugs on you and you follow after her with a frown on your face.
Stupid Beomseok.
-
Wooyoung's stomach hurts from laughing, clapping Chanwook's shoulder who was almost sitting on the floor due to his own fit of pure glee, as he watches Kim Beomseok roll around the floor in pain, clutching his nose.
There's scratches and bruises already forming on his cheeks, little bit of blood mixed with a lot of big, fat tears. It's hard to feel even slightly bad for Beomseok, when Wooyoung heard how he torments his classmates along with the younger kids during recess. Did it count as bullying if the bully is the one getting bullied?
Maybe he finally got what was coming for him, nobody usually stood up to him and Wooyoung least expected you to be the one to put him in his place.
He deserved it, Wooyoung thinks, after what he said about your mom.
Wooyoung remembers her funeral three years ago, he remembers how much you cried and how you didn't leave your house for a month that summer. He even rung the doorbell to ask if you wanted to come out and play one time which he never did because you were a child and he was much more mature than you, you two had nothing in common. But he felt sad for you.
Your mom was nice, she always brought Wooyoung a chocolate when she'd come for a visit.
Sadly, they discovered she had cancer when you were only seven and Wooyoung was nine. By the time they discovered it, it was already too far along and your mom passed away on a summer evening while you were outside playing hide and seek.
Wooyoung remembers feeling so bad how they always made you the seeker that day because you were the youngest kid in the neighbourhood and far too easy to convince that it was simply always your turn to look for the other kids.
Your dad opened the door, smiling sadly at Wooyoung and saying that you weren't feeling well enough to come out and play. Wooyoung didn't try again after that.
The teacher is pulling you by your elbow through the crowd, yelling at the top of her lungs for everyone to head to their classrooms since class should start in a couple of minutes. You silently follow her, face twisted into an angry grimace.
Your hair has fallen out of your ponytail, long strands sticking to your face and Wooyoung is pretty sure that your shirt got ripped during the brawl.
Wooyoung might've been laughing a bit too loudly because with angry eyes and cheeks flushed, your head whips towards him just as you pass by him.
Wooyoung opens his mouth with a smile, to say something like "Good job, Y/L!" maybe. He doesn't get the chance to.
"What are you laughing at, Jung?" You ask loudly and Wooyoung's laughter immediately dies down.
"Wha-?"
And it's then, that your foot meets Wooyoung's shin in a harsh kick that makes him yowl in pain and makes Chanwook burst into another wave of laughter as his hands grab at Wooyoung who doubles over in pain.
"Y/N!" The teacher screams out again, pulling you back by your shirt and going on another rant, filled with threats of calling your dad to school and something else he can't process at the moment.
Wooyoung is too busy feeling the pain and anger that fills him up as he rubs at the place your sneaker covered foot meet his leg.
"Y/N, you psycho!" He yells after you who is still getting dragged away. You don't even bother to look back at him.
(He still collects your pencil case from the floor and throws it on a desk that a classmate of yours says belongs to you before exiting the classroom and going to his own. Wooyoung tells himself it's for no other reason but just so your dad won't have to buy you a new one. He has enough on his plate already.)
-
14 and 16 years old;
Wooyoung has a girlfriend.
You don't know why that's something that bothers you so much.
Maybe because you don't understand what a girl could possibly see in Jung Wooyoung to willingly let him hold her hand or...God forbid, kiss her. Ew.
That's a lie, maybe even a bad attempt at coping on your part because there's a general consensus in your high school that Jung Wooyoung is good-looking.
You didn't even think he was ugly when you were younger, when he was pulling on your pigtails and teasing you for playing with dolls. He was cute for an annoying kid back then too with his chubby cheeks and bowl haircut.
He was especially cute now, a recent discovery of yours which you have no one else to thank except puberty. It did wonders on your hormones and it did wonders on Jung Wooyoung too.
His jawline got sharper the more baby fat he lost and lips grew fuller. His boyish smile was very attractive, even his smile lines were captivating. Wooyoung grew taller as well, not by much compared to the other boys in his grade but he was tall just enough so you'd have to look up to him when you argue but not enough to be intimidated by him.
So, yes, you supposed you'd understand the appeal if it weren't for his stupid mouth and mean words more often than not, directed at you. You threw shots back as well, sometimes even started an argument first if you were feeling particularly annoying but maybe that sums up why you're so bothered.
He started dating Chaeyoung at the beginning of this summer and since you have the fortune (read: misfortune) of living in the house right across the street from Wooyoung's, you were an unlucky witness to most of their dates.
And he was so sweet to her. He'd buy her cheap flowers and ice cream, they'd walk around the neighbourhood holding hands, they'd take Wooyoung's younger brother Kyungmin to the playground in the evenings. Wooyoung would smile a lot at her and Chaeyoung would always smile back.
You even saw them kiss. Just once.
When you were folding laundry in your bedroom, you looked through the window just in time to see their lips connect on Wooyoung's front porch. You quickly looked away, feeling shy and embarrassed, not understanding why you were blushing or feeling so sad all of a sudden.
Why was he so nice to other girls but never to you? You shouldn't think too much about it, the problem isn't you. Chaeyoung wasn't just some other girl but his girlfriend. Of course, he'd treat her special.
Whatever. You scoff as you watch Chaeyoung run to Wooyoung across the quad as you adjust your sports bag over your shoulder.
She jumps into his arms and you can hear his loud, annoying laughter even to here as his arms wrap around her and he picks her up from the ground.
"What are you doing?" You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of Ryujin's voice as she nosily tries to follow where you were staring at.
Ryujin was the first friend you met since you started high school two weeks ago. She might be the only friend you have for awhile since you haven't really been trying to even get to know your classmates as you were too busy trying out for the girls football team.
You don't remember when you started actively playing football exactly. You always played it for fun with the boys from the neighbourhood (Wooyoung included) but maybe it was around seventh grade when your dad pestered you into trying out a sport because he didn't know what else to do with you so he packed you up and sent you to a sports camp for two weeks one summer, that you started actually playing.
You went there only caring about your iPad and came back saying you'll be a professional football player.
Your dad doesn't want to say it but you know he thinks it's a fickle dream that will fizzle out with age.
Thankfully, Ryujin shared the same love for the sport as you so for now, you were relieved and content to spend time with her. She was nice.
You didn't need anyone else but maybe it would've been nice if someone who was older, who you were familiar with even if you always fought, would give you a couple of words of useful advice. Regarding the new teachers and subjects and all.
High school was scary.
"Nothing." You answer quickly, turning your back to Wooyoung and his girlfriend and fully facing your new friend.
"Nothing?" Ryujin gives you a suspicious smile, eyes darting over your shoulder once more before she ruffles your hair. You yelp. "Do you have a crush already, Y/N?"
You gently shove her away with a huff, fixing your bangs, "Don't be stupid. These boys are all ugly."
A crush. As if!
She laughs at that, throwing her arm around your shoulder as she directs you both to the field where practice was held, already yapping about her own crush.
-
"Hey, isn't that your neighbour?" Chaeyoung nudges Wooyoung with her elbow, nodding somewhere behind Wooyoung. He cranes his neck to follow the direction before his eyes land on you.
He snorts, "Yeah."
You were standing in the middle of the football field, sweaty and red in the face from all the running, with your hands on your hips as you paid attention to what your coach was yelling towards your teammates across the field.
The school's jersey seemed far too big on your lanky form and your hair was a mess, always slipping out of your ponytail. You were much smaller in build than the rest of the team and it looked funny to Wooyoung.
He didn't expect you to be into sports, let alone a sport like football. In fact, Wooyoung is surprised that you don't burst into tears when you start arguing with the makeshift referee played by another student. It's what usually happens if you spend longer than a minute arguing with Wooyoung.
And then he ends up being the bad guy for making you cry but no one ever mentions that you sometimes provoke him first as well but can't take it when it's dished right back.
Since you're such a crybaby.
He watches with an amused grin as you bare your teeth at the referee, who is really just a senior that thought it would be a fun time but now he has to stand arguing with you. And to Wooyoung's further amusement, the older boy who is almost two heads taller than you, looks like he's about to shit his pants in front of you.
Hm. Maybe not such a crybaby when it's anyone else but Wooyoung.
"I think she has a crush on you."
He turns to look at his girlfriend with a confused look, growing further confused when she smiles teasingly at him.
"Who?" He asks and she gives him a knowing look before nodding in your direction again. Wooyoung splutters out a surprised laugh, "Y/N?"
"Yeah." She nods excitedly, giggling, "She's cute."
Wooyoung scoffs with an eyeroll, "She's a kid."
A kid who might have a small crush on Wooyoung but still, a kid nonetheless.
He'd be stupid to say he didn't notice that you sometimes stare at him a little too much but what the hell is he supposed to do about that. You just started high school, you probably weren't even aware of what you were doing. It was a childish crush because at the end of the day that's what you are - childish.
Chaeyoung giggles again, the sound is soft and sweet, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"It's kind of sweet." She sighs dreamily and Wooyoung snorts because nothing about you was sweet, "You're her handsome neighbour, the only guy who's always been close to her since she was a kid, she probably starts those childish arguments with you so you'd give her attention and then writes about you in her diary and-"
"Y/N is the last person to have a diary, first of all." Wooyoung interrupts with a snicker before looking down on his girlfriend who is teasing him, "Second of all, you sound ridiculous."
Chaeyoung lifts her head up from where it rested against him and looks at him seriously, her lips pressed together. Then she starts imitating Wooyoung's last sentence in a deeper voice that sounds nothing like him, "You sound ridiculous-ah!"
She squeals when Wooyoung pinches her at the waist lovingly and it turns to tickling her as he presses kisses to her cheeks.
As they continue to exchange kisses between hushed giggles, the conversation about you is forgotten.
-
18 and 20 years old;
From the moment you opened the door to greet your date, you knew that the whole night would be a complete and utter disaster.
Maybe you watched too many teen movies that romanticized prom night so much that even you ended up believing and looking forward to the glorified fantasy of it but boy, were you in for a rude awakening.
Your prom date was a boy from your Calculus class named Eunwoo.
To be completely honest, you were convinced for the entirety of your senior year that you wouldn't have a date for prom at all because not much has changed since freshman year.
You still had one good friend (two, if you count Ryujin's friend that says she likes hanging out with you) and your focus was always on football. Add schoolwork and keeping up your good grades and you truly didn't have much time left for socializing.
So when Eunwoo pulled you aside after your football practice and asked you if you wanted to go to prom together with a handsome boyish smile on his face, your excitement for that night skyrocketed.
Eunwoo wasn't exactly a friend but he was nice to you during class, maybe you were wrong but his niceness sometimes even bordered flirting. Already, you were daydreaming about a possible boyfriend to spend your last summer with before you start college.
With a date or without one, you spend the bigger portion of your senior year saving up money for prom night or should you say prom preparations.
Makeup was never your strongest suit, in fact, it wasn't a suit of yours at all. You never wore it. You never did your hair either.
Even on the rare occasion that you went to a high school party, you never wore anything else aside from jeans and T-Shirts. You were an athlete and you committed to the bit entirely, always being ready to sweat and opting for comfort of loose clothes above anything else.
But you wanted to look nice for prom, pretty. Not because of Eunwoo but for yourself. Prom is only once and you wanted to make sure you do it with confidence.
All your saved up allowance went on the hair and makeup appointment along with your dress that Ryujin helped you pick out. The dress was quite simple in your opinion, a dark red one with a square neckline held up by two thin straps that clung to your curves and flared out at the bottom.
With your hair pinned up in an up-do with two curled strands framing your face and glitter on your eyelids, you thought you looked very pretty, beautiful even. Hell, it was probably the best you looked in your entire eighteen years of life. You could even put up with the painful heels for the sake of it.
Your dad made you pose over the whole house while you waited for your date to pick you up. First a photoshoot on the stairs, then one on the front porch, then a little in front of the living room fireplace.
He seemed so excited with his camera hanging around his neck as he followed you around the house.
It was one of the moments you wished your mom was here for but nonetheless, it was much fun with your dad only as well. You were happy.
It all went to shit though once you opened the door for Eunwoo and he started laughing in your face.
"Oh my God!" He laughs, almost doubling over at the apparent hilarity of your appearance, "What are you wearing?!"
You laugh nervously, ignoring your father's glance at you from the sheer embarrassment, "What? Is it that bad?"
"No, no." Eunwoo shakes his head, wiping a stray tear that escaped while he was laughing, "It's just not like you, at all."
"Oh." You give him a sour smile, your fragilely built ego shattering completely. "I was just...trying something new I guess..."
He snickers with a headshake before offering you his hand, "Come on, let's go take a photo?"
After a small moment of hesitation, feeling your cheeks burn from the humiliation, you let him grab your hand and step out on the front porch. Eunwoo places a hand around your waist to pull you closer as you both smile at your dad's camera.
A couple of photos later, you both head towards Eunwoo's car as your dad waves you goodbye. You give him a small, almost sad wave back as Eunwoo opens the door for you. You ask him;
"Do I really look funny?"
"No, you look pretty no matter what." He answers, helping you with your dress. "It's just doesn't suit you I guess, it's not like you."
"Ah..." You say staring at the dashboard as you watch him round the car to get into the driver's seat. You glance back at your dad just to see him get back into your house and for a split second, you want to call the whole thing off and go back inside with him.
Of course this doesn't suit you. You were the girl guys dapped up in the hallways, the girl that was always covered in hoodies and sweatpants and never wore makeup. You must look stupid, all dolled up like this. What were you thinking.
Prom celebration is usually held at a hotel not far from your high school. The ballroom is enormous, with vast marble floors and high ceilings illuminated by golden, shimmery lights. It looks straight out a fairytale with colorful dresses worn by pretty princess and handsome princes in their extravagant suits. Only, you don't feel like a princess at all.
Eunwoo and you find your table and you briefly say hi to Ryujin and her date. Ryujin tells you how amazing you look and you give her the first (and possibly, only) genuine smile of the night.
"So," Eunwoo starts the conversation a few minutes after you settle down at your table with drinks, "Did you decide where you're going for college? Any scouts?"
"I'm leaning towards SNU. Their Women's Football Club is really strong and I feel like they actually get proper investments and budget." You tell him and he grins interrupting your next sentence.
"See, this is why I like you. It's hard to find a girl who knows about sports and is so chill about everything."
Your mouth stays parted, the rest of your sentence (which was really just saying that the fact the male football team was hot contributed to your decision as joke) went unsaid as his words registered. Every "compliment" Eunwoo gives you is starting to come off so backhandedly that you're beginning to realize that while he thinks he has you all figured out - he doesn't actually know you at all.
You give him a fake laugh and pray to God it doesn't sound fake enough for him to notice as you take a sip of your drink.
An hour later, your heels are killing you so much that you've completely given up on dancing. You observe Ryujin on the dance floor with her date, still going at it and sigh with the silent question of when it would be your turn. Instead, you're stuck to the sidelines with shoes that feel awful on your feet and a date that can't stop talking about how it's attractive that you're a "girl that actually eats". Eunwoo's compliments are becoming weirder by the second.
"Should I just take you home?" Eunwoo asks with an amused smile as he observes you taking off your heels for the tenth time since you sat back down.
"Ah, would you mind?" You give him an apologetic smile, feeling like a burden and a not-so-much-fun date, "I'm sorry, Eunwoo, this is unfair to you-"
"Nah, I had a fun time." He shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink, "Next time, just be yourself though, yeah?"
The weirdly phrased statement makes you pause. "What do you mean?"
"You know, you don't have to dress like this!" He laughs, playfully playing with the thin strap of your dress. You subtly move away from his touch. "It's not like you at all. I don't know if your friends talked you into it just to fit in but you shouldn't let them push you around like this."
He's so wrong that you can't speak for a moment but even if you could, you feel like trying to explain yourself to him would be far too exhausting and would lead to nowhere. Nor do you want it to lead anywhere anymore, if you were honest.
"Girls like that are so exhausting." He gives a tired sigh. "Outfits and makeup aren't the only thing in the world."
"Girls....like that?"
"You know! Like, the touchy-feely shit. Everything is about color-coordination and nail polishes with them. God forbid their hair is out of place. What a headache!" Eunwoo runs a hand through his hear before giving you an award winning smile. "That's why I'm glad I got to hang out with you! You're real."
"I'm....real?" You ask with a cocked head as your eyes start to narrow. He's too busy thinking that you like what he's saying so he continues.
"Yeah. You know, you keep it real. You're not caught up in that frivolous, girly bullshit. You're so chill, Y/N." He keeps smiling at you like he just gave you the highest form of compliment he possibly could.
But you can't bring yourself to crack a smile even if someone held a barrel of a gun to your temple at the moment. In fact, you feel like throwing up. You should've know from the start, from the moment he was so unreasonably impressed with your lack of makeup at the beginning of the year.
Eunwoo was one of those guys.
"Um," You slide your heels back on and grab your clutch, "You know what, you stay. I'll go."
"Wait, what." His brows raise in half confusion and half surprise as he watches you stand up from your seat.
"Yeah, I'll walk home."
"Wait, Y/N. Why would you walk home? I already said I'd drop you off-"
"No thanks. I don't want to get in a car with a sexist."
"What?!" Eunwoo reels back, "What the fuck are you talking about?! I'm not a sexist! I respect women!"
You huff, turning to him with a glare. "You respect women who are "cool" and "chill" and basically act like men. You should've just taken one of your dudes to prom if these are your opinions. I'm out."
So, that's how you find yourself in your pretty dress sitting in one of the plastic chairs of a convenience store with a popsicle in your mouth as you watch the cars drive by. You were too embarrassed to arrive home so early, you hyped up prom night so much to your dad - you'd rather lie and tell him you had a good time.
If the night couldn't possibly get any shittier, while you eat away at your cherry popsicle feeling undeniably sorry for yourself, you hear a familiar laugh followed by sounds of shoes scuffing against the pavement towards the convenience store.
Of course. Of fucking course, Jung Wooyoung would show up now, when you needed him least.
You try to make yourself seem as small as possible in the plastic chair, hoping he or his two friends wouldn't notice you (which in retrospect was a dumb hope, you were sitting right by the entrance in a fucking prom dress).
Ever since Wooyoung graduated high school two years ago, you only saw him in passing. He'd come home for Christmas holidays or a week or two during the summers and you'd only catch him skunk out of his house and into his dad's car if you were lucky. Unlucky, that is of course.
Maybe you were hoping he wouldn't even recognize you and although it would kind of hurt (as embarrassing as that is to admit), you feel like it would be a better option.
But since you were on a roll tonight, obviously this is just another thing that doesn't go your way.
"Nice dress, Y/L/N." You hear Wooyoung's voice speak, followed by snickers from his idiotic friends and his own attempt at stifling his laughter as they walk past you and into the convenience store, the small bell above the door signaling their entrance.
That ends up being your last straw.
You don't cause another fight or yell something back after him, no, you don't have the energy to do that tonight. Instead, you feel like you will cry.
Tears are already burning at your eyes and your bottom lip wobbles, you're not even aware that your eyes follow Wooyoung through the display of the store, watching him as he picks up a pack of beer and heads for the cashier.
He got even more painfully handsome than he was when you'd see him every day before he graduated. His hair was double toned, the top of it black and the bottom strands bleached, brushing the nape of his neck.
You think you could even see a tattoo peaking under his shirt as he moves.
Jung Wooyoung was so not your type. Not that you really knew what your type was but all the guys that you found cute in your high school years were athletes, jocks who were organized and dedicated to their routine which in your opinion showcased their maturity, got good grades and were respected by their peers. Wooyoung was really the complete opposite of that so it was hard to explain why you so weirdly hung up over his approval.
He's still laughing about something with his friends, it would hurt so badly if it was about you, as his eyes dart through the display and connect with your own.
Wooyoung does a double take before his big smile slowly slips and dare you say, eyes soften as he looks at you and his lips part as if he wants to say something.
It could all be in your head though and you're feeling even worse now that he caught you staring at him like a total creep, so you throw your popsicle in the trash and get up with a sigh, slipping back into your heels and deciding to just go home.
-
"Hey, Y/L/N! Wait up, I'll give you a ride home!" Wooyoung calls out after you, the plastic bag swinging back and forth in his hand.
He can hear Chanwook's hushed objection which Wooyoung chooses to ignore, instead focused on walking closer to you. You couldn't make it far since you were basically limping in your heels.
"No thanks." Wooyoung hears your response and rolls his eyes. He hasn't spoken to you in the last two years at all but he can see that nothing has changed much - you were still too stubborn for your own good.
You didn't even bother to turn back and look at him, instead you hitch your dress further up and continue up the street and away from the convenience store.
"Y/N, come on. Quit being a brat and just wait for me to bring the car around."
"I said no!" You yell over your shoulder and let out a small yelp when you stutter a bit on your feet. To Wooyoung, you resembled Bambi right now.
"I'm trying to help you!" He yells back, still following you, "Just let me drive you back-"
"Wooyoung, seriously, fuck off!" You turn to face him with red cheeks and teary eyes (maybe that's why he's insisting so badly to drive you home, you simply look pathetic), "I don't need your fucking help!"
Wooyoung reels back at your tone and harsh words and then a wave of embarrassment washes over him when he hears Chanwook and Eunhyuk laugh behind him, at the fact that he just got told off by his little neighbour.
The embarrassment is followed up by anger that prickles at his skin like needles, he scoffs and if there's one thing Wooyoung will be - it's petty; "Fine! Limp home in your stupid heels then, see if I give a shit!"
You don't give him a response and Wooyoung doesn't bother to look for it either, instead turns around on his feet and heads towards his car (his dad's car). But not before telling a laughing Chanwook to shut the fuck up.
But once he's in the car with the keys in the ignition, he stares at the steering wheel in obvious contemplation before letting out a small groan, "Fuck."
Wooyoung turns to Chanwook, "Sit in the back, please."
His friend looks at him in surprise and confusion. "What?"
"Just sit in the back, will you? Please." Wooyoung repeats, avoiding Chanwook's eyes but feeling his stumped stare.
"Wooyoung, you cannot be serious." His friend laughs in disbelief as if reading his mind, looking around before giving Wooyoung another incredulous look, "She just told you to fuck off!"
Eunhyuk is quiet in the back which is a huge relief for Wooyoung, he really didn't need to defend himself to his other friend too.
"I can't let her go by foot in the dark, you've seen her! She can barely walk!" Wooyoung says defensively to both of his friends as Chanwook moves to the back with a huff.
"And that's your problem...how?" Chanwook, like the annoying pest he is, asks.
"It's not...." Wooyoung trails off, trying to look for an excuse as to why he was going out of his way to give you a ride home. "But...but her dad would kill me if he knew I saw her and didn't drive her back. It's only right."
Chanwook smacks his lips obnoxiously loud, "Sure."
Wooyoung doesn't even need to turn around to know that his friend is giving him a very bold side eye right now.
Eunhyuk snorts but doesn't say anything else. Wooyoung is thankful for that at least.
"She probably won't even want to get in the car." Chanwook comments quietly as they reach you on the sidewalk. He ends up being ignored.
Wooyoung rolls the window of the old car down so he can talk to you, he has to say you're walking at an impressively slow pace. "Y/N, get in the car."
He hears you groan dramatically from the outside, "Jung, you're not my dad. Stop telling me what to do."
Wooyoung ignores Chanwook and Eunhyuk's snickers in the back once again, he grows even more irritated, "I'll call your fucking dad right now and tell him you're walking home alone this late. How about that?"
You turn to him with your glossy lips twisted into a scowl, "You wouldn't."
Always ready to prove a point or in this case, lie straight out of his ass, Wooyoung makes a show of stopping his car next to the sidewalk and fishing his phone from the pocket of his jacket before opening up his contacts and beginning to scroll. He doesn't even have your dad's number.
But Wooyoung is a professional bullshitter so he keeps pressing random buttons with a straight face and presses the phone to his ear before turning to you with his brows raised-
"Okay, fine!" You exclaim with an angry huff and start rounding his car as your cheeks flush a pretty pink color. Wait, pretty-? You open the door and angrily plop into the passenger's seat with a glare directed towards him, "Fucking snitch."
Wooyoung ignores you, locking his phone without another word and beginning to drive away.
There's an awkward silence in the car, only sounds being made are those of the plastic bags filled with beer that keep rustling in Eunhyuk's lap.
"This isn't the way to our street." You say and Wooyoung might be crazy but you almost sound a little nervous at that. He glances at you before it dawns onto him. Of course, you'd be feeling nervous.
It's nighttime and you're in a car with three dudes older than you who you don't know that well. Wooyoung didn't even bother telling you about his plan before he started driving. A curse runs through his head before he clears his throat,
"I'll just drop these two off at a party nearby and then drive you home." He murmurs, chest constricting a little when he sees you cross your hands over your chest, a gesture which makes you seem smaller.
"Wait, wha-" Chanwook, gosh he was really pissing Wooyoung off tonight, starts from the backseat. "Woo, I thought you were going too-"
"I will." Wooyoung interrupts him with a clenched jaw as he pulls up to the house where the party is held, "I'll drop Y/N off and then come back, it won't take more than fifteen minutes. Now get out- Wait, give me that bag right there."
Eunhyuk hands him one of the plastic bags and Wooyoung fishes through it and pulls out two blueberry ice creams out of it before giving the bag back to Eunhyuk. Which he bought for himself, of course. Not because he saw your popsicle melting on the pavement or anything.
Chanwook watches with a dropped jaw before huffing, Wooyoung hears him murmur, "Doing it for her dad, my ass-"
"I'll be right back!" Wooyoung announces loudly, far too loudly, and Eunhyuk slams the car door shut so Wooyoung can drive away.
When he pulls away, the silence in the car is almost stifling so Wooyoung offers you the ice cream, "Here."
You look at him like a second head just popped out of his shoulder before looking back through the window and ignoring him completely. Wooyoung lets out a small groan. So stubborn.
"Oh my God, just take it." He says, placing the ice cream on your lap as he continues to drive. He bites back a smile when he sees you stare at the ice cream on your lap for a long second before grasping it and opening the wrapper so you can eat it.
Wooyoung really doesn't know what he's doing right now.
He doesn't know why he bought ice creams for you, he doesn't know why he insisted on getting rid of his friends first before dropping you off home, he has no idea why he keeps glancing at you every couple of seconds from the corner of his eye and he especially doesn't have a clue why he takes the longer route home.
When tomorrow comes and he wakes up hangover from the party and probably in someone else's bed, he'll give himself the same excuse he gave the boys. He wanted to make sure you got home safely because it's the right thing to do. There was nothing else to it.
But in this moment, right now, in the stifling silence and the breeze that flows through the opened window's because the air conditioning isn't working - Wooyoung notices things that he feels embarrassed to notice, or maybe he noticed them before but never allowed himself to appreciate them until tonight.
Like, how nice your bare neck and collarbones look now that your hair is pinned up in soft curls. A thin silver necklace graces your neck. Or how the two curled strands at the front frame your face prettily. Your eyelids are painted with something shimmery which Wooyoung doesn't know the name of and your cheekbones are a soft peach color intentionally placed there beforehand.
Your glossy lips wrap around the ice cream cone and you bite off a huge chunk.
"Why are you staring at me?" Wooyoung can decipher the question even through the mouthful of ice cream as you give him a slight glare.
Because you're pretty. Is what he wants to say, honest and bare, but he obviously can't because you're you and he's Wooyoung. "Because you have ice cream on your nose."
His hands tighten against the steering wheel when he sees you quickly look to the side and wipe at your nose self-consciously. You blush a scarlet red from the embarrassment. Great, now he feels like an asshole.
Wooyoung clears his throat, "Why did you look so sad? Back there, in front of the store."
He has no idea why he's trying to make conversation with you. You two never do that, never did. The closest thing to a conversation between Wooyoung and you would be the arguments you'd have in the middle of the school hallway when he'd tease you for your braces.
Those came off as well, by the way, he can see the pearly white teeth perfectly aligned now as you speak. No longer crooked. Maybe he'd like to see them pulled up in a smile but that's borderline wishful thinking now. You smiling at Wooyoung? Yeah, right.
"No reason." You tell him quietly, slumping in your seat as you continue to eat your ice cream. You sigh with an eyeroll, "Just...prom sucked."
Likely thing to happen.
The key is to go to prom with your expectations so low that you can only go up from there but Wooyoung had an inkling feeling that having low expectations wasn't in your nature.
Besides, you were a jock. He remembers even when you were a freshman, you were already running with the popular crowd without even being aware of it, with the athletes and the cheerleaders. Prom night is sort of a pinnacle of the high school experience for people like you.
Guess it's a bummer that you look like you had a shit time.
He hums, "At the end of the day, it's just another Friday night. Nothing special. So even if it sucked, you'll get over it."
Maybe he wasn't the best at giving advice or comforting people.
You side eye him and he pretends not to see it before you quietly add, "I don't usually spend a year worth of allowance on just another Friday night."
Wooyoung cracks a smile, teasing you being a second nature even if you barely spoke since he graduated, "What? Did you expect a prince charming to sweep you off your feet so you two can dance the night away or something? I didn't know you were into that corny shit, Y/L/N."
He hears you scoff, cheeks still red as you roll your eyes, seriously annoyed, "Whatever. Forget I said anything."
Wooyoung's gives a forced snicker just to annoy you before his smile drops again and his eyes flutter shut for a moment out of pure frustration at his own stupidity, internally cursing himself. If shooting yourself in the foot was a person - it would have Jung Wooyoung's photo and name posted under it.
Why can't you just be nice to her?
The air in the car turns even more awkward and Wooyoung shifts uncomfortably in his seat while you continue to eat your ice cream in silence as you stare through the window.
He slows down in front of your house just when you're finishing your ice cream.
You crumple the wrapper in your hand, place the second ice cream on the dashboard and grab the small bag laying on your lap before grabbing the door handle.
"I hope," Wooyoung starts and when you turn to look at him, he's overcome with a sudden coughing fit which is really just awkwardness and the need to fix whatever the fuck he broke a little even more tonight, "Uh, hope you took some good pictures tonight at least because..."
He trails off, feeling like it was his first time flirting with a girl. Wait, what the fuck. He was not flirting with you. Not even a little bit. Wooyoung was simply trying to pay you a compliment. Simple as that. It doesn't have to be anything more. You don't even need to be friends to pay someone a compliment, in fact, Wooyoung is positive that regular archnemeses complimented each other at least once.
Unfortunately, compliments aren't the norm between the two of you, so whatever nice thing he says feels wrong.
Your brows raise.
"You know," He trails off, scratching the back of his neck in an attempt to seem cool and collected. He nonchalantly adds but his side glances might give him away, fortunately you're too much of a ditz to notice, "You look good."
You stare at him for a long moment, seriously it's so long that he almost changes his mind and adds an insult just so you two would be back in those familiar waters of bickering and teasing each other but then your eyebrows fall back down and a scowl overtakes your features.
"Yeah, right." You mumble and Wooyoung almost feels insulted for some reason but then you continue, "Thanks for the ride."
And then you're out of the car and already moving across your front lawn before Wooyoung can snap out of it and remember to turn the car back on.
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19 and 21 years old;
"10 more minutes! Y/L/N stop arguing with that asshole and get back into your position before you're out of the game completely!"
Your coach is red in the face from all the shouting and you know what's good for you, so you keep your mouth shut as you run to your spot, thoroughly ignoring the glare your team's captain shoots at you from your right.
The 'asshole' that your coach is referring to is the referee who didn't count a player from the rival team almost breaking your leg by bulldozing into you - as a foul.
"-stole Eunha's position from her and can't even play properly." You hear a snicker behind you and don't even have to turn to know who it's directed at.
Despite it being only your first semester, you haven't made the greatest impression on your teammates (nor did you try all that much to change that impression).
So for the time being, when there was no rival team, you were the collective enemy in the changing rooms and on the practice field. A freshman who kicked their friend from the spot she had since she started college. A freshman who thought she was better than the rest of her team. A freshman who didn't know how to behave at times. A freshman that made them run extra laps because she was bad at remembering all the new rules at times.
And now, a freshman that was playing badly and fucking up things for the rest of them.
"Y/N!" A hiss from your right is heard and your eyes zero in on your captain, Jihyo, who is staring at you. "Focus."
You swallow harshly and give her a quick now before focusing your gaze to the front.
In high school, you weren't used to losing. You were a winner, it's what you prided yourself in. Failure wasn't an option when it came to football.
But turns out in college, when all the other players are as good as you, winning isn't as easy.
In fact it’s a lot harder than you thought it would be. Nearing the end of the first half the score sheet is still empty and it annoys all of the players and the fans as well. The weirdest thing is how ball is not even on your team's side of the field most of the time; your defenders did not have a very entertaining start of the game in comparison to defenders from Busan, who already look out of breath from all of the attacks to their side. Not to mention that they keep teaming up on you specifically.
You can’t pinpoint what exactly is wrong and why there was no goal to this point; half of you thinks it’s because you didn’t blend well with the team.
"Run, run, run!" Yeonjin shouts, when Sinb loses the ball and Busan’s midfielders rush to their side.
The spike of adrenaline energizes you and your eyes zero on the ball, running after it. Mina’s figure passes from your left and both of you corner the midfielder, successfully getting the ball to your side. You have it and quickly pass it to Yeonjin, seeing her signal for the ball. You watch her run off when a body collides with your own and the impact is so strong, you lose your balance, falling down.
‘What?’ You ask yourself in disbelief not understanding how you're sprawled across the grass again, slowly standing up. At first you're shell-shocked but now anger fills you to the brim when you see that it's the same girl who intentionally collided with you the first time, watching you with a smug smirk and then you're just ready to fight.
You push back at her and get even angrier when the bitch doesn't fall.
"Are you going to go tattle to mommy?" She asks with a mocking concern and you can’t hear anything; you even forget that you are in the middle of the game because your anger turns your vision red.
With a loud groan, you launch towards her and grab her by the shirt, screaming to her face that 'she's a cunt'. There are hands around you, pulling you away, trapping you and not letting you go even when you try to break free.
Jihyo's face is in front of you and you can't register what she's saying but you can see her turn red from how pissed off she is. Maybe it's better if you're not listening to her, if you can't hear anyone actually...but then-
"Hey, number nine! You better not fucking cry!"
At first, you think the loud yell came from somewhere on the field. You thought another player from the Busan team was talking shit. And then,
"Number nine! Crybaby!"
There's some laughter in the audience and it's then that you realize the voice is shouting from the fucking bleachers.
A teammate is already pulling you in the opposite direction but your eyes are glued to crowd sitting on the sidelines, the annoying voice insistently yelling. Crybaby. Crybaby. Crybaby.
The worst part is that the voice sounds so painfully familiar, you just can't put your finger on it. Who.
You're about to let it go. You're about to be the bigger person and not act like a total brute on the field, just let it go Y/N. But then-
"Hey, hey crybaby!" You stop in your tracks, head whipping to the direction the voice was coming from and eyes coasting over the bleachers. "What kind of hill did you roll down from that you don't even know how to push someone back properly?!"
Finally, you spot it. Him. In a red hoodie, making sure to stand out in the sea of blue. It's no wonder the voice sounded so eerily familiar, you've heard it screaming at you for the majority of your childhood and a good chunk of your teen years.
Because he rolled down the same hill as you with only a street separating you.
When he realizes that you've caught onto him, he gives you that smile. That grin that never led to anything good, pearly white teeth gleaming under the lights of the bleachers as he taunts you.
You blood pressure jumps so, you take a deep breath and....scream;
"Jung Wooyoung!"
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lurking ii
sam kerr x reader (social media)
sorry for such a wait? hope it is ok, you know i love a slowburn :) more to come. part i is here | materlist
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dailymailau Matilda’s Skipper Sam Kerr and the team has touched down in Perth ahead of Friday’s game. See the rest now 👉📷
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y/nofficial back in the motherland!
harinef we miss you ☹️
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y/nkerrtruther had to make an IG for all my detective work, but i swear my faves are hanging out!! Sam deleted her story so quick but it’s definitely the same place the team was eating at 👀 👀
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y/nupdatesig CONFIRMED ✅ Y/N was hanging out with the Australian soccer team today!
y/nlovies yay!!! this is so cute
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y/nupdatesig Y/N and a friend were at the Matilda’s game today in Perth! Sent by a fan who said she apparently was in the VIP box
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mothery/n she’s there for the hot girls. just like me fr 💯
harrysguitar stop forcing this on her, she probably just likes football
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With Legs Like That
The football team is nothing but thieves. First they take the gym then your hair color. What else could they possibly want next my heart too ?
Hongjoong x Black Fem Reader
Tropes: college soccer player! Hongjoong x college football player! Black Reader / college au / battle of the sports
Author's note: this is technically my 2nd actual one shot lmao and hats off to the writers on here this shit hard. It also helped that it was time for this story to move out my drafts.
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1. They steal the gym
"The football team is gonna be doing workouts with us today, because we can't keep leaving for them" I whisper the last part as their team enters. "Full workout today I guess" Yunho replies "I don't mind, they've got nice legs" Wooyoung adds.
"really?"- "Don't they look like ours, how much better could they be" I grumble in-between their conversation. "Ah don't worry Captain yours are still my favorite" Wooyoung yells as I try shushing him.
"Wooyoung"- "Sorry y'all using this one?" A voice speaks over me "Go Ahead" Wooyoung replies gleeful to give away my machine. Turning to meet the player "Actually I... " woah she's tall and pretty, don't pan down don't pan down I repeat don't look at her legs..... Fuck I'm looking at her legs.
"Huh?" My head snaps back up towards her "I'm actually.. actually going to get snacks" yeah that's it "-do you want any?" "Oh sure thanks" she replys smiling. I'm happy she didn't ask for my heart cause I would have pulled it out my chest if she wanted.
"I'm Megan" she says waving I offer a wave back "I'm hongjo-" "oh he knows who you are, he's always talking about the football team" Wooyoung cuts in stopping my still waving hand I thank him with my eyes. "All good things I hope" she laughs "Course, let's get those snacks now" Wooyoung says pulling me.
"You never said she was on the team" I whisper yelling at Wooyoung "you never asked, captain".
2. She steals my hair
color
"did you guys plan that?" Yeosang nods towards the opening cafeteria doors. Megan stands out with dark blue hair "Oh man y'all look like those matchy couples" Wooyoung points between the two of us garnering incoming attention "... Did you copy her?!" San asks. I duck down covering my face "you know i didn't, they're different blues anyway".
"meg" Wooyoung ushers her over to our table "-you should come to our game this Friday". "Let's do it you want me to invite monica too?" "Monica?" I ask lifting my head "yes please.. and don't you like his new hair?" Wooyoung announces pointing.
"We twinning foreal only captains have blue hair" high fiving her I agree "You want to join us?" I point to the empty space across from me.
3. She steals my time
"are you looking for meg" woo laughs at me "no just seeing when you're Monica's gonna show" I conclude beating him at his own game. "Oh oh there" woo waves pointing "where where?!" I ask finding Megan's blue hair in the crowd waving I wave back... You know it's kinda our thing now I wave she waves we wave.
4. I steal her heart ?
"go Hongjoong!" Monica pushes me "aren't you forgetting someone?" "And Yunho!" I add on screaming. "You bitch" she laughs "I can only scream for 2 you gotta yell your man you know that" ".... Wooyoung" she bubbles out "you can do better" I scold her "WOOYOUNG!" she screams practically eating my left ear drum "Damn Bitch you Mariah with it" I high five her laughing now.
"Congratulations!" Me and Monica exclaim joining them on the field. "Y'all going to the party, it's at the beach?" Woo exclaims.
"You sure you don't want a seashell?" Megan asked laying on her stomach.
"I enjoyed getting them for you, and I want you to enjoy having them...it wont hurt if they remind you of me either" I reply laying beside her.
"they do....but I wanna give you something too"
"whats that?"
"something you could have if you asked"
"please, can I kiss you?"
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One afternoon, Cora is standing on the dormitory terrace, looking towards the San Myshuno skyline. It would be so cool to live there.
Cora gets her boys and drags them to the Foxbury Commons for dinner. Layla isn’t invited. Cora feels that both of her friends are a bit too interested in the new girl, and she doesn’t like it. And that brings out her bitchy side.
“Cafeteria lobster, Zane? Seriously?”
“Hey, we pay tuition to go here, I’m not settling for a salad!”
“Ignore her, Zane, let’s go play ping pong!”
Aidan and Zane are quickly becoming best friends. Which is probably good, Cora is a bit of a hot-head and sometimes they need to have each other’s back.
Cora gives up on her friends and meets up with her football team instead to practice. She doesn’t need Zane and Aidan, they can go hang out with stupid Layla if they want. Cora has plenty of new friends to hang out with.
I don’t know who this absolute unit is, but I love him.
Back home, Aidan is taking a break from his studies to write another short story. His fish Teddy looks on.
Cora is busy with football soccer. The coach makes the team run laps around campus.
“Yeah, and there’s Stuart, just walking, we’ll never win if he doesn’t pick up the pace!”
It seems like Layla and Zane are getting along a little too well. Aidan isn’t thrilled – he finds Layla quite attractive and would have liked a chance. But he knows he doesn’t have Zane’s easy charm.
Staying outside the library doesn’t help much when the doors are see-though, you guys!
Cora is feeling alone. Her teammates are nice, but they’re not her best friends. She’s not sure why there’s so much tension in their group, but she suspects that it has something to do with Layla.
“Hi Aidan! I’ve missed… I mean, I was just studying, no big deal.. What’s up?”
“Nothing, Cora. I think Zane and Layla are dating, though…”
“Cool, cool. Look, I hurt my arm at practice!”
Another day, another make-out session in the library…
Eww, guys!? That is a communal shower!
Layla, I think that guy heard you…
“By the way, Cora, wasn’t Zane gonna join us today?”
“I asked him, but you know what he’s like these days. He only has eyes for Layla.”
“Can’t blame him. I wish I had a girlfriend as well.”
“Aidan… Do you ever wonder, like… what it would be like if we… you know…”
“Honestly, Cora? Yes. But you’re my best friend and I’m afraid I might catch feelings if we ever did.”
“… and would that really be a bad thing?”
I mean, who knows?
“So, Cora… I know this is sudden but do you think you could share a bedroom with me?”
“Yeah, that is sudden… why?”
“Zane and I have been talking about moving away from campus but the apartment he’s looking at only has two bedrooms.”
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Redacted Summer Camp HC Pt. 1
Hi and welcome back! Since summer is now officially upon us and I want to live vicariously through fictional characters and pretend my summer started well, I’m building headcanons (And a story but that won’t be posted until July if I get it done in time) about the redacted characters and whether or not I think they went to camp, what kind of camp, what did they do, ect.
Redacted Masterlist Part Two
HERE WE GO! Starting off strong with thee..... *drumroll please...* UNEMPOWERED (+Cutie)!
Aaron - I wanna say yes, but after his recent audio it doesn’t seem like he got much of a chance to even HAVE a childhood. So he was never a camper at any summer camps. HOWEVER, since being a counselor was a pretty easy summertime job, he signed up for that. (more on this in part two :P) He didn’t enjoy having screaming children to wrangle, but he got paid which was the whole point.
Smartass - They were the kid that had to be supervised during arts and crafts. You KNOW if they had a chance they were bringing scissors with them from the art barn to carve their name into the bunk bed frame (and maybe also a swear word). Also overnight camp. I headcanon them as a problem child, so any peace their parents could get, they took.
Ollie - Yes. But only because his parents forced him. And only when he was in elementary school. He gives me the vibe of the kid that really just wanted to stay home, and tried his best to be ignored by everyone, campers and counselors alike. He made pretty good friends with the camp chef, but it was only a day camp, so he only had to be away for a few hours. When no one was looking, he would sneak off to the kitchen to see if he could help the chef make lunch and maybe eat a few snacks himself. If only the baby learned about the camps made for the geeky (affectionate) people.
Mentor - Yes, but they got involved in summer camp when they were like... 10-12ish. So they were only ever with the older kid groups. They were a counselor for one summer session and never again. They never went to any overnight summer camps, but that was fine with them. Once they were old enough to get a job, they did that instead of camp.
Ivan - I’m not actually sure. For some reason he gives off the vibe of playing soccer/football when he was a kid. So if he did go to camp, it was a soccer camp. After weeks he was miserable and quit.
Baby 1.0 (pre-vega) - Yes. They were in that soccer camp with Ivan. They didn’t quit though.
Baby 2.0 (post-vega) - No. Just no. I feel like their family took trips during summer instead of camp.
Geordi - We know his parents are geeks, so he was definitely sent to those geeky camps. Like the Camp Half-Blood RP, and Space camp. You’d think all that exposure to so many people would have made him less nervous but no. He can get along well with other geeks, since he knows how to share interests. But anyone outside that group and he’s all anxious. Give him a hug.
Cutie - I feel like there would be camps specifically to help newly manifested empowered to learn their abilities. So Cutie was definitely sent to a telepath camp, even though their family already taught them. It was just so they could learn more about their magic and become a stronger telepath.
Guy - YES! HIS PARENTS WANTED HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE! They couldn’t handle him home all day every day for the entirety of summer vacation. This extroverted dude was totally cool with going to camp. He got to experience and put his immunity system to the test. He was the kid you could dare to eat something and he would do it as long as he was going to get something good in exchange. Also he would come back home (since sleepaway camps he was scared of. Homesick baby) with several pet rocks shoved in his pockets. He filled up buckets and his parents would slowly take the rocks out throughout the summer. He did become a counselor and he was the best fucking counselor in the whole camp. Everyone wanted him.
Honey - They were a camper. A sullen little thing that didn’t want to be there. By the end of the day though they had fun, even if they refused to admit it. They went to sleepaway once and never again. They prefer day camps, especially the ones connected the local school system. (Honey meets Guy at summer camp fic anyone?) They did become a counselor (Guy counselor with Honey fanfic anyone?). They were that counselor that everyone but their campers were scared of. They basically gave their camper scary dog privileges, but they would spoil the hell out of their campers when no one was looking. You could also bribe them with sweets.
Next up! The Wolfs and the Mates! (+Vincent & Lovely) (Part two will contain DAMN, and the others. Idk if there will be a part 3. maybe.)
David - Only because Asher convinced his dad before David was able to stop him (See more on this later). He’s not happy about it, but he will go. The only problem is, he’s that snitch of a kid that the bunk counselors leave in charge when they go to the nightly meetings. He’s left in charge. All the kids that don’t know him that well are too scared of him so it just leaves him, Asher, and Milo to do the shenanigans themselves. He makes sure they always clean up afterwards. He never became a counselor even though he would have been the most responsible. Not even Asher could make him. Besides, when he was a teenager he was preparing for leading the pack, so he was busy.
Angel - I can feel it in my bones that they were like Smartass in the way that their parents wanted some peace. I feel like Angel went to the same day camp for June and then during July they would do sleepaway camps. They ended up becoming a counselor at both their favorite camps once they were old enough. They were the most popular counselor because they let the campers get away with all sorts of nonsense and would join it with a grin and three cans of silly string. If you got them as a counselor, you were having a bomb ass summer vacation. As a camper, Angel was a total anklebiter. They would throw that dodgeball at your head, they didn’t give a fuck. They would also be the kid the lurks by the prize table so they don’t have far to go if their name was called. It never got called, but they had a fun summer nonetheless. (Basically the same as Guy since similar energy. Although now I wanna write a fanfic where Guy and Angel are paired up to be camp counselor and the shenanigans as Honey and David watch on in growing horror.)
Asher - He went to boy scouts camp, I just know it. His favorite part was the archery because David would get all pissy when he pretended not to know where to point it. Asher would routinely get lost in the woods and would just randomly show up hours later with twigs in his hair and a toothy grin. No one knows where he went or what he did to this day. If it’s ever brought up he just starts grinning but doesn’t answer. He also snuck in candy into the camp and would stay awake eating it with Milo while David lectured them on the importance of routines. When he was old enough to be a counselor, he got a job as a pool lifeguard instead. Camp was fun, but it’s too restrictive in routine for him to properly claim as enjoying his summer vacation.
Baabe - I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Baabe gives off such an artsy vibe. They definitely went to a day camp or even a sleepaway camp dedicated purely to arts and crafts. They had a blast and came home with paintings, pottery, string art, sketchbooks, tie-dye clothes, ect. They were never a camp counselor though. And they only went to camp once, but spent the rest of their summer doing whatever.
Milo - He was brought along to the boy scout camp along with David and Asher. David cleaned up from the pranks, Asher did the pranks when he wasn’t lost in the forest, but Milo was the one that got the original materials. He claimed since he was shorter than the other two, he would be able to sneak it out easier. He really just finessed his way into getting the counselors to pretend they didn’t see anything. He loved the rock climbing, but could have done without the heights. David told him it was counterproductive and Milo told him to get off his ass. He did, however, volunteer at the geeky roleplay summer camps for kids. He liked being able to chase kids around and make them laugh. He especially enjoyed the werewolf oriented camps for empowered kids, and he would become like some kind of mother duck. Like, he would walk out of the tree line in his wolf form with a bunch of pups following him like baby ducklings. It didn’t even need to be in his wolf form. He routinely came back since the campers basically worshipped him. It helped him build up his confidence.
Sweetheart - They were a master at the obstacle courses at scout camp. A menace not to be trifled with. But they didn’t ever really enjoy it. They did enjoy going to empowered focused camps and playing the games there. They were the undefeated winner of hide and seek, magic or no and seeker or hider it didn’t matter. They were going to win. They also pulled several pranks but no one ever thought it was them, so they got away with it. But I also headcanon that Sweetheart knew what they wanted to do with their life, so when they were old enough to be a camp counselor, they were too busy training to enter the Department.
Darlin - Oh they DEFINITELY WENT TO CAMP! They hated the activities where they needed to work in a group. If they went to a scout camp, their favorite part was swinging the knife around at arm’s length to represent their “blood circle”. The knife was taken away after that. But they also were the kid the chased other kids with a worm on a stick or something. They were a menace. But when they didn’t have something cool they wanted to show others, they were pretty quiet. They tended to sit away from everyone else and be quiet. The counselors didn’t know what to do with them. No they were never a counselor. Sleep away camps were their favorite.
Sam - Horse. Camp. Cowboy. Camp.
Nah but for real, he does seem like he would spend his summers on local horse ranches. I can feel it in my bones that Sam liked the calm atmosphere that horses can give off. It also taught him to be patient and not express his temper as much. Valuable lessons. He was never a counselor, but he did keep volunteering to help when he could until he left to go to DAMN.
Vincent - Despite his fancy attitude, he seemed like the rest of us average mortals in his first video. I think he only went to a two week long day camp every summer with his friends. It wasn’t ever about the activities. He just wanted to hang out and goof off with his friends. But he was a camp counselor. He was labeled “the hot counselor” behind his back. He was well aware though and as awkward as it was, it was also kind of flattering. He was a really fun counselor though and would try to make sure that his cabin always got the good shit. He also tried to follow the rules, only allowing a small bend in the rules. He doesn’t want to get a bad reputation after all.
Lovely - They were the fantasy rp camper. They found every single one that they could, attending each other as much as possible. Everyone who was a permanent staff member there knew their name by heart. Lovely was content to just go along with what they were supposed to do, mainly just excited to be there. And yes, they did become a counselor there. If only because they wanted to continue to experience it.
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Everyone Saw it coming if they are on my blog but
Kiyotaka Ishimaru for the ask game plsssss !
Ask game Here
Sexuality Headcanon:
Now, see, starting off with a kinda hard one... Taka's an interesting bean in what I calculate his sexuality to be. Most people assume Gay since... ya know. And while I don't think that's necessarily a bad take, its the popular take. And I am one who tends to shy away from popular takes. (I am also one to vehemently project onto the characters I love). Hence, I HC Taka as Demiromantic! (and demisexual to an extent...)
Forms strong emotional bonds with people close to him? Check. Only ever seems to fall romantically for those he is extremely close with??? DOuble check babeyyy!
Gender Headcanon:
Aaaand now its simple. Taka's a male. Cut and dry. Rather fondly a guy, I must say. He strikes me as the kinda guy who would be so excited to share with you that he uses he/him pronouns! He probably did some soul searching when he first learned of transitioning and other gender orientations only to find he was rather comfortable and happy where he was. (you know he spent hours studying to learn all he could) and would be all for helping others explore their gender too!
I know a lot of people hc him and mondo both as trans, but personally I think hes just very proud of his manliness.
A ship I have with said character:
I couullddd go the easy route and say Ishimondo... But you all already know that. Instead I'm going to go with a more... scandalous... ship.
Its KiyoKiyo. Korekiyo and Kiyotaka. Its my guilty pleasure ship.
Now, granted, I imagine this as a Korekiyo who has shaken himself of his 'sister's' grasp and is "normal" (Ie LOTS of therapy), so its more like the shy introvert getting dragged along by the loud golden retriever boy but I digress. Its sweet to me. Tall lanky and smol but strong.
(And YES this originated from Danganronpa Redemption FIGHT ME---)
A BROTP I have with said character:
Once again I could go with an obvious, that being Chihiro or Hina, but you ALREADY know this and I GO AGAINST THE ORDINARY!!!
I think Sayaka and Taka would be great friends :3
Hardworking, burnout-having besties who have to be told numerous times to slow down and take a break by their chiller, sweet yet partially annoying boyfriends.
A NOTP I have with said character:
There are so many... who do I begin with... Genuinely who do I begin with. Alr I hardly see this one in the wild but Kokichi and Kiyotaka I despise. Either that's just because I hate kokichi but-- BESIDES THE POINT. Hiro and Taka is another one I don't particularly like.
I get where it comes from, the few times they interract in the canon could be seen as brotherly (I GUESS) from Hiro's standpoint but-- Idk it just kinda rubs me the wrong way. Hiro's character in general does that...
A Random Headcanon:
Taka enjoys, and is really good at boxing. (Or wrestling) Like how some stories I've read put him on the football (soccer for us americans) team (or rugby ig idk.) I have a (self-inflicted) HC that Taka has slight anger issues hes still recovering from as a child and ABSOLUTELY uses the environment of controlled violence as a way to work off pent up steam. Any sport could do that really, but the inherent homoeroticism of wrestling is just *mwah* too good to pass up.
I know people like to HC he's into some kind of martial arts lessons for the same kind of vibe, and the art of him and Peko, but I find the inante physicality of using yer fists and body as a much more... *Taka Centric* activity. Idk.
Its the same reason he really enjoys thrill rides like rollercoasters and horror movies (if he can stand to not postulate the entire plot the whole time, ruining climactic moments and making people shush him.)
General Opinions:
HE GOT FUCKING ROBBED IN CANON MY BOY---
anyway feel free to ask me about more characters!!! This was fun :3
#longsheepanswers#kiyotaka ishimaru#danganronpa#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#ishimondo#kiyokiyo#ask game
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Round 2: Eleventh story for @badthingshappenbingo ~
Title: Lessons In Sports
Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)
Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Leah McCoy, Original Character(s)
Relationship(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott/Leah McCoy
Rating: G
Words: 1,068
Prompt: Severed Tendon
Warnings: Major Character Injury, More Fhump than Whump, Swearing
(You can also find this story on AO3)
~ Lessons In Sports ~
Robert "Robbie" Scott could only shake his head in disbelief as he watched a tall grumpy man yell at a group of kids when he and Leah passed a sports field. Apparently the guy was trying to teach the lads how to play soccer.
"What is it?" Leah asked next to him, frowning slightly. She just wanted to enjoy her lunch break, taking a walk with her boyfriend.
"What an eejit," Robbie muttered and nodded his head towards the field. "All he does is yell at the wee lads. He doesn't even show them himself how to play properly."
Robbie could see that the coach was carrying a PADD with him that he probably used to show the kids videos on.
"It's impossible to get a good shot if ye only see how it's done on screen!"
Leah gave her boyfriend a soft smile.
"You know how to play?"
The Scotsman nodded, raising his chin proudly.
"Aye, I do. I used to play for several years when I was young."
And he still was a good player. At least he assumed that he was. After all, it was something one never forgot.
"Alright, that's enough. I'll tell this man something about coaching."
With that Robbie stepped onto the field and headed over to where the group of people was.
"Oi! Ye think that ye can teach these lads something about football the way ye do it?"
The coach turned around to face whoever was coming at him. He raised an eyebrow, then rolled his eyes.
"Says the one who doesn't even know that it's called soccer over here?"
Robbie snorted, coming to a halt in front of the taller man.
"Aye, well, I know what ye Americans call it, but ye play it with yer feet, so it's football."
His counterpart only grinned.
"You Brits think you know everything about this game, huh?"
"As a matter of fact, I'm a Scot. And aye, of course I ken everything about it."
Robbie crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at the man, gathering all his courage. Then he turned to look at the children.
"Did this man ever show ye how to kick in person?"
The kids exchanged insecure glances, but eventually they all shook their heads. Robbie had thought so. He turned back to the coach.
"If ye don't show them how it's done, ye have no right to yell at them."
The coach only chuckled before he looked at the boy who was standing closest to the ball.
"Henry," he said, then nodded at Robbie, "kick it over."
The wee lad did as he was told and Robbie caught the ball with his foot.
"If you are such an expert at soccer, then why don't you show us how it's done?"
The coach was taunting him; Robbie could tell instantly.
He glanced over his shoulder at his girlfriend who was still standing at the edge of the field. That was his chance to show Leah that he was good at more than just technology.
"Alright."
Robbie got in place while the rest of the group made room for him.
"Just so ye know, lads, don't let this man tell ye how good ye are at the game if he doesn't even play it himself. Look at all my movements and try to memorize them, okay?"
The kids just stared at him, then nodded slowly.
Robbie got in position. He heard Leah's warning voice calling out his name and saying something about it not being a good idea, but the Scotsman didn't listen to it.
He would show all these people that he still had it in him.
Robbie took a deep breath, focusing on the goal and then started to run at the ball, full-speed.
His foot hit the ball hard, but at the same time, Robbie heard the sound of something snapping in his lower leg. He yelped in pain as he fell to the hard ground, but he knew that he had hit the goal when heard the kids cheering and clapping.
If it hadn't been for the agonizing pain in his body, Robbie would surely have been quite happy about his achievement, but his calf was aching horribly.
He turned to look at the coach who was grinning at him, obviously making fun of the Scotsman, then saw Leah running over.
The nurse fell to her knees next to Robbie and helped him sit up.
"Oh, sweetie, I told you that it isn't a good idea to play sports without a proper warm-up first!"
Robbie tried to smile through the pain at his girlfriend's scolding.
"Anything to show these lads how football really works," he whispered back and soon enough they were surrounded by the group of kids.
"Are you hurt, mister?"
"Is it bad?"
"What happened?"
Robbie raised his head to look at the kids, blinking away his tears.
"I guess it's just been a long time since I played. My legs aren't as young as yers are."
While he was talking, Leah was inspecting his calf. She shook her head.
"Gotta get this checked at the hospital," she said and it wasn't much of a surprise to Robbie. Judging by the sound he had heard the tendon was probably torn.
"Don't worry, as long as ye all do proper warm-ups, I'm sure ye'll be fine," Robbie soothed the kids who looked kinda pale and shocked at hearing the word 'hospital'. He quickly changed the topic.
"Did ye see how I did it? Keep that movement in mind, will ye?"
The kids nodded.
"And once my leg is okay, I'll get back and teach ye more."
Robbie glanced at the coach, giving him a hard glare. He certainly would do better than this man.
"Come on, let's get you over there and wait for an ambulance," Leah said, helping him to his feet and steadying him as they walked over to a bench.
Robbie winced with every step and squinted. Why did it have to hurt so badly?
"I... I did good, right?" he eventually asked, a blush creeping onto his cheeks and Leah chuckled. She pressed a kiss to her boyfriend's cheek.
"Yes. Yes, you did. Just do me a favor and think about what you're doing next time?"
Robbie nodded.
"Sure."
Leah only smiled as they sat down and ran a hand through Robbie's hair.
"My sweet champion."
#bad things happen bingo#prompt: severed tendon#fandom: star trek aos#fanfiction#robbie scott#leah mccoy#ocs#robbeah#whump#fhump#major character injury#swearing
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Playing For Money
Hey if a game is the consensual overcoming of unnecessary obstacles, are people still playing a game if they’re being paid to play?
What if the game does not have money as part of the game?
What if being seen as playing the game is incentivised?
Is capitalism fundamentally violent?
Sure let’s start it off with some easy questions.
Alright let’s unpack this a little bit I guess.
First up there’s game. The definition of game I use, because I like it and it’s better than the others and it doesn’t involve asserting that may be Dutch imperialism was good actually, comes from Bernard Suits’ The Grasshopper. This definition I summarise as:
A game is the consensual overcoming of unnecessary obstacles.
With a treatment given to each of those terms. The obstacles have to be obstacles, they can’t be immaterial or meaningless, they do have to be unnecessary in that you’re not required or incentivised in some particular way that you have to do it, and that’s probably because it removes that final entry in the list, the one I intend to dig into here. It is the consensual overcoming of unnecessary obstacles.
In this definition, if you didn’t consent to playing, it’s not a game. People can’t coerce you into being playful, they can’t make you have fun. This is important to me, especially when I was teaching kids how to play board games, because I needed them to understand they weren’t obligated to play just because I wanted them to. They needed to consent and the second they didn’t want to play the game, boom, they were able to get the hell out of there.
But okay now what is consent?
Don’t think I’m messing with you here, consent is a really challenging concept to get an entirely pure non-social reference for, because it has all these blurry edges about it. Consent broadly defined is an acceptance of a proposal; the game is a proposal, that you will do these things by these rules until such time as this state is reached, and the game concludes. When we talk about consent, though, we recognise that there is a need for consent to be freely given and freely withdrawn. It is not enough that someone consents, we need to know that they were able to not consent for that consent to be meaningful.
It is in this regard that we must ask the question of those people who are, in a capitalist society, playing a game in an attempt to make money that represents an essential instrumental need for their daily life. One example that could fit in this space is the blackjack counter, a person who is definitely playing the game with an advantage, but is doing so still with an uncertain outcome, moment to moment. Similarly, the poker rounder is in many cases playing a game as a job, working day to day to make sure they have enough money to make rent and other bills. In a much more extravagent sense, there’s the potential payout offered to soccer and basketball players, who are playing games in order to make money to have some form of remuneration, which is often so much that the bills and needs of those other players seem very small and unimportant.
Are these people free to not play this game? Are they free to not play the way they want to play? Are they free to remove consent from the game at any time?
In a truly mechanical sense, it seems yes, obviously they are. There are stories of football players refusing to play after a certain point, there are walkouts and there are strikes and there are even caterwailing collapses on the field. They have freedom to stop playing.
But the incentives are there, outside of their lives, that make the idea of them doing that extremely unlikely. There is a need to keep paying rent, to keep paying the bills. It is definitely a desireable thing to have the freedom to stop, it would make the situation of the bad poker player trying to pay their bills with the game a little less dire and depressing seeming. There is a surrounding system of systems, a threat present in all things, that an inadequate interaction with capitalism will result in homelessness, destitution and death, sometimes very swiftly.
There’s something to be said about how capitalism is violent; it abrogates your choices in your life because you have to be able to do things in a way that capitalism can deem acceptable. You don’t get a job because you like jobs you get a job because the alternative to getting a job is starving. The jobs you get then you have to select within the framework of meeting your needs, it’s not enough to go out and be really good at giving flowers to people, you have to sell flowers, you have to in turn, propogate the machine. It’s not really subtle once you know about it. I feel like for some who have this idea well-established, me just bringing this up is a blank paragraph, a well-duh.
It isn’t that violence is absent from other systems, not at all. Violence is something we have to consider in our relationships to reality at large. Anne Bogart describes art as violent; that art, is an act that once done, cannot be undone. For all the possibilities of the universe, the art removes one; the universe before was without that art and now it has that art, and a range of things that could be chosen are now no longer choosable instead. An actor sublimates much of what they are to the will of a director; they must execute on the play correctly (or correctly enough) that the play is executed, and while play is in the name, the director is imposing on the artist. Consensually, of course, and there’s a range of horny ways to see that relationship.
You could crudely summarise this as not only is there no ethnical consumption under capitalism there’s also no such thing as truly free play. That we’re all just making up a thing that works well enough in the shadow of the vast machine that’s going to kill everyone.
Anyway, here to play us out is Jimmy Buffett:
Makin' Music For Money
Watch this video on YouTube
Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!
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15 Questions!
I’ve been tagged by @thequeenofthewinter & @oblivions-dawn to answer these 15 questions, thank you for the tags my dears ☺️💙🌸
I’m going to tag… @bostoniangirl21 @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @seradyn @savage-rhi @andywinter16 & @hauntedadagium but there is absolutely no pressure to do this yourself, I hope you’re all ok and are having a good day ☺️💙
1. Are you named after anyone? I share my name with a famous TV character (which has helped some people spell it in the past) but no I am not named after them. Long story short… when my mum went to the doctors when she was pregnant with me, she heard another mum call out to their daughter, who had the same name, and she decided that day that she loved the name and wanted me to have it too
2. When was the last time you cried? Tuesday morning, a friend on here, that I’m meeting at KupoCon in September, offered me their spare ticket after I had a panic the night before (the ticket I had didn’t have access to meeting the guests) I was that shocked at the kindness they showed that I cried when I started explaining to my mum what had happened (they know who they are ☺️💙)
3. Do you have kids? No
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Noooooo… 😉 honestly though, yes, all the time. Sometimes though, people don’t realise I’m being sarcastic, which has lead me to have to explain it
5. What sports do you/have you played? I played football (soccer) for 5 years with a women’s team based in Derby, I was the teams goalkeeper, I enjoyed playing so much, but chose to finish when the manager and coach retired. I also played contact rugby for my last year at school, although my goalkeeping coach noticed I was catching a football like I would a rugby ball so he told me to finish that 😆
6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people? I… don’t really “notice” things in that regard… however, if it’s a man, I’m generally being drawn to their arms… I’m very much an arm person 😉
7. Eye colour? Blue
8. Scary movies or happy endings? As some of you know from talking to me on streams, I am not a horror fan, I would much rather have a happy ending than a scary movie
9. Any special talents? I’m not bad at singing, I was in the school choir for 4 years. And I’ve been surprising myself just recently with my skill with textiles, sewing in particular
10. Where were you born? Nottingham, England
11. What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, video games, watching films and - at the moment at least - working on my cosplay
12. Do you have any pets? My dad kept fish, really big fish that we keep in the pond at the top of the garden, when he died, I said to my mum that I wanted to keep them… so I have a pond full of massive fish
13. How tall are you? 5’10”
14. Favourite subject in school? Photography
15. Dream job? Film industry, being a set decorator would be amazing! I love watching the behind the scenes of the Hobbit films (I have them on the extended edition of the films) and it’s so interesting to see all the sets and props
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lemme tell you about the new football anime please
It’s called Blue Lock and it’s my brand of absolute shitshow;
TLDR: the soccer anime is a shitty gay as fuck battle royale and your op here LOVES it.
First thing I want to make clear is that sports anime is a very vague definition because people who create these stories will literally just fucking do anything. Love it. You got your serious sports drama that inspire you to become better, like your KazeTsuyos and your Haikyuus. You got the fujobait/yuribait bullshit that’s just kinda themed around sports so it has a plot to follow along (Free!, Sk8 the infinity, that one about the golf girls dressed in lingerie I think).
and of course, the biggest contendant of the sports genre: the anime bullshit. Prince of Tennis, Kuroko’s basketball and, most recently: Blue Lock.
Blue Lock is a battle royale manga that uses football as a plot but it is impossible to make any statement on said plot because the manga is kinda silly and is constantly contradicting itself but that’s not the point I want to make. This huge post is not a criticism, but mostly about me sharing my new favorite cringe.
The art is stellar, I’m an absolute sucker for good dyanamic art in manga and BL (will purposely use this abbreviation that always makes me cackle) has so much power to its art, actually! Nomura Yusuke-sensei, the responsible for art and character designs, is very very good at his job!
(It’s hard not to get spoilery with these examples)
Anyways, when I started reading this thing the battle royale and the “anti-sports anime” aspect were the things that got me thinking I should keep going and, let me tell you, this thing does not go where you expect it to go and I will spoil you a little bit on very later plot details on this story, so just skim with your little eyes closed in case you...really don’t want spoilers for BL anime
I realize this post will not sound coherent at all, I’m mostly spitting out thoughts about a manga that I, admitely, have not thought about that much.
Yes, they have bullshit powers in this thing. They have SPECIAL MOVE NAMES they have JOJO STANDS they have ELDRITCH FOOTBALLIC ABOMINATIONS.
and it’s EDGY, good lords it gives the 13 year boy who watched too much anime vibes. I dig that cringe so hard.
The best part though? As every other representative of its genre, Blue Lock, the manga that has BL as its IN UNIVERSE ABREVIATION, is so unapologetically gay.
As gay as a battle shonen gets, which is a lot, may you not lie to yourself. You like your BL with childhood friends and cliche high school scenes, they got you a WHOLE ASS SPIN OFF AROUND YOUR FAVORITE GAYS.
Do you like your gays extremely on the nose and horny, I GOT YOU SOMETHING FROM BL
WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
This manga has been my personal source of campy madness for a while now. I purposely look for the chapter discussions on manga forums just to see how people react to these and most of the time you just get guys talking about actual football (boring) but sometimes.... sometimes you get these
(TL: BL is about repressed homosexuality with a bit of football sometimes sprinkled on)
the purpose of this post is just to tell you, this manga/anime may look like a serious shonenfied reading on japanese football but that is far away from its best asset. The crazy levels of drama and the homoeroticism are what you should be here for, because those will not require any critical thinking (or eye-straining, let me tell some panels are REALLY hard to get through, geez, the protagonist keeps turning into puzzle pieces)
If you got curious about it and want to have any idea of what awaits for you in Blue Lock, trust your friend over here, this is what you should expect.
#blue lock#sports anime#anime review#sort of a shitpost#haikyuu#run with the wind#kuroko no basuke#shonen anime#fall season#new anime season#honestly if you want your quality slice of life just turn in to mob wednesdays#football#why would there be football fans on tumblr#meme review tbf#uhhh reddit
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Hunter x Hunter Chapter 214 Results
Back for some liveblogging
After a troublesome birth, the King is born
YES HIM
URGH not this scene
Shaiapouf’s wings may look good I’m not ready
POOF No head, no smoke nor mirror here ladies and gents
anyway
poor kid
At least they didn’t suffer
Even if you strike the heart, death is not instant
poor kid
ASSHOLE
first you kill stuff and then waste food because of your bad taste
try cooking and using spices first
The royal guards are durable and would be hard to kill even for the King
provided they actually want to resist him killing them which I doubt
Using Gyo isn’t sufficient for all nen users too
Some of them can hide it by controlling their aura flow
Here is a taste of your own medicine
Bihorn is communist too, good to know, he and his comrads shall be safe if he behave, the revolution is nigh
The chimera ants are also not british, as soon as their queen dies, they abscond : “no : long live King Charles here”
When have you invented misogyny ? Unless you’re terfs and you just don’t like the only cis women who could procreate here ? Like, you only like women with working wombs and if not, they need to be able to fight ?
I have always headcannoned that all of them becoming kings is gender affirming Zazan could become a King too even if it’s not what she chose, she’s truly a trans Queen (literally)
I’m not really up to date in my knowledge of ants. I think most soldiers are usually diploid females (two copies of their genomes like us : thanks mom and dad) like with bees, males are usually haploid.
Most chimera ants appear male and are apparently able to reproduce like the King so by insemination. That role is typically male but not always like in at least one species of mosquitos where female have an appendage that penetrates the male and basically absorbs the semen.
Anyway CA might have some complications due to foreign genetic interference and horizontal transfers might be the reason most of its species workers are male. maybe sometimes it fucks up and you get females or maybe they just appear to have female characteristics of other species.
Most ants should have intersex variations to considering they also have interspecies variations like Leol here who is a mix of a tiger and a lion. In his case sex determination should be quite complementary between different mammals from the same family. Maybe not
Sorry : that’s what doing a PhD on plants sex chromosomes does to you
be careful
though I’d love to get my hands on such a species to analyze
must be very interesting how sex works in this individuals.
Then leave
especially mantis looking ant right there we’ll never see again
SEE
all of them can become Kings, I bet Zazan is an intersex queen and she chose to be a queen instead of a king
I mean Togashi likes to sprinkle gender non conformity here and there since his beginnings
his wife Naoko Takeuchi does this too
They can be clumsy at times but their attempts to have a diverse and human cast of characters always made me so happy
I’m still sad Trouble quartet is not a thing
I mean a manga about crossdressing gay footballers (soccer players for our fellow statesians) by Togashi would be fire
Level E is pretty fun too, I definitely recommend it and it has one of the most fire openings out there
Yu Yu Hakusho is just sooooo good and proto HxH, you can see the influence from older nekketsu shounen like DB and Jojo’s but also how it influenced Naruto and Bleach (just the beginning is a bit slow but it builds up like Bleach, with short stories at the beginning ending up in a full tournament arc)
I love Colt
we never talk enough about him, he must have a nice hatsu too, I’d like to see it, we need more out of the box enhancers.
A flying enhancers is already quite an annoying opponent
I hope we see more of him in the future
THE BET
yes Morel bet safely on his own pupils, the safest bet considering Gon and Killua’s strength when he saw them
but Knov likes to take risks
AND THEY BOTH LOST HAHAHAHAHAAH
four of them, not five
That panel is so good too
It’s alright, we can trust Knuckle, he’s a dependable man
but you’re making me tear up Gon
I know how frustrating weakness can be, lack of control, lack of power over your life
CRYING
I KNOW
Poor Killua
this means something even worse for him
he can relate too despite being very strong
he’s never been strong in a way that allows living your own life and following your own path
HIS PROMISE TO BISCUIT NOOOOOOO
Killua really tries
he’s gone so far but he has yet to reach a point where he’s confident in himself
it’s alright my boy, Gon also has to grow
You’re 13 damn it
I’m not sure I’ll be able to liveblog again today
this ended up taking quite some time
Have a nice saturday !
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Day 5
Location: Kidou’s house
Kidou: Good morning, mar.
Ugh… I feel a little heavy this morning.
mar: (His body feels heavy…?!)
Option 1
mar:Could it be Occult’s curse?!
Kidou: Haha! You really believe in it?
Option 2
mar: Maybe it’s because you ate a lot yesterday?
Kidou: True, I can’t deny that…
*
I think I got carried away and ate too much yesterday.
Maybe I should go easy on breakfast today… I have to make sure I’m in perfect physical condition.
Location: in the car
Kidou: It’s already been five days since you started living here.
I’m getting used to going to school with you.
At school
Location: hallway
Domon: Ah, Kidou-san! The commander’s asking for you!
Location: Kageyama’s office
Kidou: I’m coming in.
Kageyama: I’m sure you’ve already heard about Raimon’s next opponent.
Kidou: Yes, they’re playing Occult.
Kageyama: It seems like the daughter of Raimon’s chairman promised to let the soccer team participate in the Football Frontier if they manage to win this match.
…And Endou is trying to talk to Gouenji.
Kidou: I see… It’s only a matter of time before Gouenji joins the club, then.
Kageyama: Kidou. There’s only one thing to do about this.
We’ll have Domon transfer to Raimon.
Kidou: You want Domon to go there?
Kageyama: There are simply too many uncertainties surrounding Raimon right now. We need to be prepared for every eventuality, do we not?
Domon: Yup~ It’s just to give a little boost to our data collecting for a while, right? It’s not like I’ll be staying there forever~
I was thinking they sounded kind of interesting anyway, so just leave it to me!
Kidou: …Alright.
I’ll be counting on you then, Domon.
Location: hallway
Kidou: I guess information on Gouenji is worth more than I thought if it means having Domon transfer to Raimon to get it…
…It’s not my place to question the commander’s decisions.
*
Narukami: Kidou-san, do you have a sec?
A girl asked me why girls can’t join the soccer club as managers earlier…
To be honest, I was kind of wondering about that too~
Kidou: The soccer club’s managers just have to be boys.
It’s not really a rule… more like a tradition, I suppose?
I don’t really know why, though. Just that it was decided by the commander.
Narukami: So that’s how it is~ I’ll tell her that.
Location: classroom (social studies)
Kidou: The names of world history figures are pretty hard to remember…
I have no problem with names when it comes to soccer players though.
Location: hallway
Henmi: Ah, Kidou-san! Do we have shooting practice next?
Henmi: I heard that you got a perfect score on the test the other day!
What’s your trick to be able to concentrate that well?
Kidou: I just happened to feel great that day. Though maybe the goggles help a little?
Location: shooting range (PE)
Kidou: Aiming at a target with a gun is similar to aiming at the goal in soccer.
Location: hallway
Kidou: Maybe it’s because I didn’t eat much this morning, but I’m getting really hungry… haha.
I can’t wait for lunch.
Location: classroom (Japanese)
Kidou: The bookshelves in my room are full of biographies and stories about soccer.
Wouldn’t it be nice if soccer was its own genre of literature?
Location: cafeteria
Genda: The food Kidou made yesterday was sooo good!
Henmi: Huh? What are you talking about??? I wasn’t invited…!
Have another dinner party, please! I want to eat Kidou-san’s home-cooked food…!
Kidou: Sure, we can have another one whenever you want.
Location: schoolyard?
Kidou: mar, come play dodge-soccer with us.
It’s like dodge-ball, but using your feet instead of your hands to handle the ball.
You’re out if the ball hits your body. But hitting my cape doesn’t count!
Location: classroom (math)
Kidou: They say you can predict the outcome of a match with analysis and statistics alone.
I don’t think soccer is that predictable.
Location: hallway
Kidou: Domon, about the transfer… That decision was really sudden. Are you really fine with it…?
Domon: Don’t you worry about it, Kidou-san!
I’ll slip right in! They’ll never even notice the impostor in their ranks!
Kidou: …Is that so.
Then I’m counting on you, Domon.
Location: classroom (English)
Kidou: We’re translating an English newspaper today.
This page analyzing foreign soccer teams looks interesting.
Location: hallway
Sakiyama: Kidou-san, mar-san, good work today!
Kidou: Oh, Sakiyama. I wanted to ask, what do you think of the new training menu?
Sakiyama: It’s great, as I’d expect from you! It’s really helping me work on my weak points.
Kidou: Glad to hear it. I’m looking forward to seeing the results of your training.
Club activities
Henmi: Kidou-san, did you hear about Raimon?
Kidou: What about them?
Henmi: Ever since that practice match against us, there’s been rumors that they’re actually a pretty good team…
But some of them even go as far as saying Teikoku cried over a single point!
Kidou: Listen, Henmi. We did what we set out to do in that match, and that’s all that matters to us.
Henmi: I know that, but…
Apparently, they’ve been getting countless requests for practice matches since then…
Kidou: …Oh?
Henmi: Shouldn’t we be looking into that?
Kidou: There’s no need to. A little mouse already slipped in there.[1]
After school
Location: Kidou’s house
Kidou: Food really does taste better after a hard day’s work.
…But I should be careful not to eat too much again.
Location: empty room
Kidou: Hm? You’re exploring the house, mar?
Ah, that room is…
mar: (The room is empty…)
Option 1
mar: Ah, there’s a penguin in there!
Kidou: Haha, yeah. It’s just a stuffed animal though.
Option 2
mar:Did one of your family members live here?
Kidou: No, this is just an empty room.
*
Kidou: The Kidou house receives a lot of overnight guests, so we have several rooms to accomodate them. This is just one of them.
Location: Kidou’s room
Kidou: I see. I expected as much…
Got it. Thanks for the report.
*
Kidou: Oh, mar.
Looks like Gouenji was playing soccer with Endou and the rest of the team earlier. He might play in tomorrow’s match against Occult after all.
mar: (I wonder who’s always calling him…)
Option 1
mar: Who are you always talking to on the phone?
Kidou: Who? Well, it depends on what the call is about…
Option 2
mar: As usual, information gets to you fast!
Kidou: Guess it does.
*
Kidou: I have my own team of informants.
They’re the ones calling me, if you were curious.
I’m still not sure if Gouenji officially joined Raimon or not, but if he plays in tomorrow’s match against Occult…
Raimon just might have a chance to win.
*
Kidou: I'll do some stretches to take the strain off my entire body later.
It'll help me sleep better too.
Callback to what Domon said earlier (that he's a smart mouse who'll slip into Raimon). I didn't think it sounded very good to say it like that in English though so that's not how I wrote it sorry haha
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Ooo wow can’t believe I forgot to post this here lmao
Here it is! Hope y’all like my recreation of an old drawing from some time ago. Enjoy my goofy goobers. [IF YOU’RE HAVING A HARD TIME READING MY HANDWRITING SCROLL DOWN]
Can you find the convo happening in the quotes
you might not see some of my work for a few weeks but I’ll be back!
Here’s the old version! Look at how far we’ve come in just a year!
And yes Blue’s middle name is Stanley now! (Again) it actually used to be Stanley for like a year until I changed it but with help from some friends I ultimately decided that I liked Stanley better (no TSP jokes pls)
Text in the drawing:
Charlie C. R.
- 10-12 years old
- Late bloomer
- Chaos child
- Impulsive
- Energetic
- Smarter than people think
- Loves messing with family members
- Soccer/football
“Ooh! I want a party with bats!”
“Fine… I’ll share my garbage sandwich…”
“I’ll start a revolution if I want!”
Edward Fredrick R.
- Late 30’s
- No magic
- Not the best at what he does but he’s trying
- Emotional expression is not his forte
- Pretty metaphorical
- Writes happy little stories in his spare time
“I’ve only been inside for nine weeks I swear!”
“Charlie do I really have to explain that you’re not having bats…”
“THAT’S NOT WHAT THAT MEANS THERE ARE NO BATS!!”
Caleb Stanley R.
- 8-10 years old
- Fire Powers (uncontrollable)
- Golden Child
- Sensitive
- Quiet in unfamiliar situations
- Has a bunch of knowledge but doesn’t know how to use it
- Unknowingly takes part in messing with family members
- Baseball & piano
“Why must we be so emotionally repressed?”
“Charlie, don’t eat that glowing tomato!”
“Phew, I’m glad I don’t have the option of having bats, they scare me!”
#oc#original character#dumb ocs#doodles#concept art#dumb doodles#original art#doodle#stupid doodles#oc doodles
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Bunch of asks
How did Leon react when they bought Cassidy home from the hospital?
Did the kids play any sports growing up? I can see Cassidy playing soccer, gymnastics, basketball, etc
Leon liked wrestling cause Uncle Kurt was his teacher and thought baseball was okay.
Both kids love Harry Potter.
Cassidy favorite Disney movie is "Merida" cause she has red hair just like me.
Leon favorite Disney movie 101 Dalmatians.
The kids tried to make breakfast for Father's Day. There is a really interesting stain on the kitchen ceiling. The pancakes were half raw, half cooked, and the coffee had so much sugar, but the chocolate covered strawberries were great. Charlie ate the bacon and sausages, much too his regret.
Charlie the dog...please write his adoption story.
Excuse me as I try to fit these all in this one ask. I will do it.
The Family of Destruction
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1.
Leon was becoming impatient. He was supposed to go hunting in the forest with his daddy today, but instead he's stuck with his many uncles and aunt Stephanie and chyna. And big brother John of course.
"Whats wrong buddy?" John asks plopping down next to Leon. Leon points at the picture he drew of him and taker violently killing monsters in the forest. "Ah..yes..papa mentioned yours and takers plans tonight." John chuckles nervously. "Well, something more exciting is happening now. You can go tomorrow maybe" John tries. Leon stares at him with a deadpan look. "Good luck john" Kevin scoffs from behind Leon. John frowns. That means chyna and Kevin have already tried and failed to cheer the boy up. "Has goldust tried?" Hunter asks. "Of course. He insulted my outfit the little devil" goldust hisses. Leon smirks as Kevin chuckles. "Enough! They are here!" Steph calls from the window.
Leon stands immediately and John grabs his wrist. "Patience" John tells him softly. Leon frowns at the blonde. What does he need Patience for? He's supposed to be running around the trees right now. He looks at the door as his daddy walks in. "Leon?" Taker calls. Leon pulls away and rushes towards taker. Taker picks him up immediately. "Hey buddy" Taker smiles. Leon shakes his head. 'You promised.' He signs. Taker raises an eyebrow and looks at kevin who's holding Leon's picture up. "Ah, we will still go. Just not today. I want you to meet someone" Taker tells him. Leon squints. Wheres papa?
Taker turns as the door opens. Leon's eyes widen at the small human in his papas arms. Shawn smiles softly at it. Leon continues to stare in confusion. What is it? Taker puts Leon down as shawn kneels. "This is your baby sister, Cassidy Athena Michaels" Shawn explains softly. Leon looks at him with wide eyes. "C-cassie?" Leon asks. Everyone stares in shock. Shawn smiles and kisses his cheek. "Yes baby. Your a big brother now" Shawn tells him. "Are you up for that?" Taker asks. Leon looks back at cassie. Reaching out to her. He nods eagerly as the small fingers grip his. Shawn and taker smile at each other.
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"So..how many sports did you play?" Drew asks. "Well I did basketball and football. Dance and archery aswell if you count that." Leon shrugs not looking up from his phone. "I did netball and hockey. We both did wrestling and swimming though" cassie smiles. "Where did you even find the time?" Rhea asks. "Well two of them were during school times and the others were just weekend and holidays stuff. We didn't get forced into them, we chose to do them. Besides there wasn't much to do in the valley accept hunt at the time" cassie shrugs. "Thats a point. You hunt but your vegetarian" drew points out. "Its different. We would hunt over populated monsters who tried killing us and overtaking the valley. Its different" Leon huffs. Cassie just smiles at the pair. "Leon also did gymnastics to impress a girl" cassie smirks. Leon drops his phone. "Shut it. You used to do soccer (yes I died inside writing that. But they are American) just because you had a crush on a guy. You didn't even like the sports" Leon snaps. Cassies cheeks heat up. "You only did archery to prove a point to uncle Scott!" Drew raises an eyebrow. "Dad!" Both yell before storming out. Rhea and drew look at each other. "All I did was ask a simple question" drew whispers.
------------------------------------------------------------------3. I personally don't use Kurt. But Leon does have a fav uncle.
"Your too sloppy" Kevin yawns. Leon huffs against the matt as Kevin twists his arm up his back. "I know understand your father's frustrations. You do not focus. You project too much anger." Kevin scolds. Leon growls. "Why didn't I accept Scott's offer of baseball?" Leon asks. "Because you hate baseball and love wrestling. Especially with uncle kev" Kevin smirks. "I think I'm changing my mind" Leon snaps. "Mmm there's that no good anger again" Kevin teases, pushing Leon's arm higher. Leon growls at him and begins fighting his hold. "Relax. Remember what I taught you" Kevin tells him. Leon let's out a deep breath as he closes his eyes.
Shawn watches from the doorway with a fond smile as Leon manages to get Kevin in a triangle hold. His boy will be a great wrestler one day.
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4.
Leon hates Harry Potter. He doesn't understand it. He doesn't like it. He doesn't. Just doesn't. Doesn't like the films or the books.
Cassie? She loves it. She adores it. Forces her family to do house quizzes. Forces Leon to play Harry Potter with her. Forces them to watch the films. Dresses Charlie up like creatures from the films. Read the books twice.
Both hate jk btw.
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5.
I can agree with cassies favourite movie being merida but also princess and the frog. She just loves everything about it.
Leon's favourite movies are the bear ones. Yk brother bear, winnie the pooh. But he's also a sucker for lion King.
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6.
Leon crosses his arms. "I've got this! Go away! It was my idea!" Cassie hisses. Leon rolls his eyes before moving to the garden. His sister is going to destroy the kitchen. He's going to simply pick some strawberries and make some chocolate strawberries. His Papa loves them and well it is fathers day.
Leon was angry at taker for taking cassie out and forgetting their plans.
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Leon walks back into the kitchen and almost wants to leave. He clicks his tongue causing the food covered girl to look at him. "Dont be mean" she frowns. Leon just smirks and moves towards the sink to watch watch strawberries.
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"The kids aren't in bed" Shawn states from the bedroom door. "No. I can sense them in the kitchen. They've probably made themselves cereals" Taker yawns as he puts his t-shirt on. Both men stare at each other as Charlie barks and a crashing noise echos through the house. "Christ" Taker groans before they rush downstairs.
Both men stare in horror as they see the mess of a kitchen. Taker squints at the stain on the roof whilst Shawn watches Charlie eat some raw looking sausages and bacon. "We made you breakfast for fathers day!" Cassie cheers with pancake batter in her hair. Taker watches as Leon eats a chocolate covered strawberry. Leon holds them out. "Thank you both." Shawn smiles, wincing as he spots the raw pancakes. Taker sips the coffee and chokes. "B-Beautiful" he chokes. Leon smirks and holds the strawberries up. Shawn accepts one. "These are nice. Who's idea was this?" Shawn asks already knowing the answer. Cassie frowns and looks down. 'Both of us. Cassie wanted to do something with strawberries and me chocolate' Leon lies. Taker smiles slightly. The best fathers day gift is seeing your kids improve. Cassie smiles at her brother. 'Thank you' she signs causing Leon to wink at her and smile.
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7. I've done this before but I love it so much.
Takers enjoying his newspaper when Shawn walks in. "Hey baby" Shawn smiles. "Hey" Taker hums. "Can we get a dog?" Shawn asks. Taker glances at him. "No. Its impractical, we aren't home enough." Taker tells him before looking back at his paper. "What about a cat?" Shawn asks. "Not happening. Hate cats." Taker mutters. "But their independent" Shawn frowns. "No Shawn." Taker sighs. Shawn pauses before a smile grows on his face. "What about a kid? A baby?" Shawn asks.
Taker throws his paper down and grabs his keys. Standing and leading Shawn out the house. "A dog? What kind of dog? Big small?" Taker asks. Shawn giggles.
They go on to adopt a German shepherd puppy, 9 months later they end up with a baby boy.
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Took awhile but I did it
#wwe#shawn michaels#the undertaker#wwf#hbtaker#undertaker x shawn michaels#shawn x undertaker#leon michaels#kevin nash#cassidy michaels#john cena#stephanie mcmahon#goldust#its 1:30am and i cba to tag everyone#sorry losers#the family of destruction#the family of destruction fics#charlie doggo
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Thanks for tagging me Alice @memes-saved-me
Are you named after anyone?
Yes, I’m named after Granville Bennet’s wife Zoë in the book All Things Bright and Beautiful by James Herriot.
When was the last time you cried?
I think it was like four days ago? I had a bad dream that totally freaked me out.
Do you have kids?
No.
Do you use sarcasm?
Yeah, genuinely can’t imagine not using it.
What is the first thing you notice about someone?
Probably hair? I’ve also found I’m still good at recognizing people with masks on so I guess the top half of faces leaves an impression for me.
What is your eye color ?
Brown.
Scary movies or happy endings?
Are these mutually exclusive? Idk I definitely have a longer relationship with the romantic comedy genre (even tho I still love horror) I have to go with happy endings.
Any special talents?
I don’t know, I can write a college paper in one day and still get an A grade on it. That feels like a talent when I’ve procrastinated.
Where were you born?
Indiana. I ask that television stop making shows that take place here. Nothing happens. Ever.
What are your hobbies?
I paint water colors, and I sketch a bit. Writing is becoming more of an actual job for me, but I still obviously write fanfic in my free time. I also have gotten into book binding, it’s a very soothing craft!
Do you have any pets?
Yes. Look at my baby♥️
What sports do you play/have played?
I played soccer (football) in middle school, and then I ran track in High School. I like running still but I can’t do it in group settings anymore bc my track coach was a control freak and ruined the appeal.
Favorite subject in school?
In high school it was English, I had a few teachers that just really inspired me to keep writing and I owe them a lot. In college, I took this one course on technology and media studies which was awesome, I learned a ton about the media industry through it.
Dream job?
I would give anything to be a showrunner. I love television as an artistic medium and I feel like I have good stories to tell. I’ve pitched a couple shows before, but I’m not out of school yet, and also I live in the Midwest at the moment, so this is still a very very future endeavor. But also if it came down to it I do live working with kids and if it paid well I’d love to be an art teacher.
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