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imisscherryboy-blog · 7 months

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running back 2 u

enemies to lovers — football player! ajax x sports med! gn reader

part 2 part 3

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story: you and ajax have known each other since elementary school. those years haven’t been always the best, as you both parted ways due to your differences in personality. that is, until one hot august night, where the stadium lights illuminate the turf, you find yourself running back to him again.

notes: enemies to lovers, modern au, gender neutral reader, childe is referred to as ajax, last name tartaglia, american football, all characters are 18+ as seniors, highschool setting, use of american education system, reader is in a sports medicine class (if you don’t know what that is it’s basically students that help out at school games, usually water girls/boys/people, assist with injuries) i wrote this with the pov of the reader being a POC but if you’re not just disregard when i say white and stuff lmao + part 1/?, title is an nct reference, debating eventual smut, kaveh and alhaitham are gay

side characters featured: kaveh, alhaitham (alhaitham x kaveh)

warnings: swearing, vivid depiction/description of injury

★ part 1 of an ongoing series ★

you hated ajax and ajax hated you. that much was safe to say. ever since that incident in 9th grade, you never talked to him, let alone acknowledged him. before that, you both had known each other since elementary school. everybody loved ajax, his teachers, his peers, and even you. he just had that personality that made everyone love him; but you knew him underneath that persona. you knew his flaws and he knew yours. he’d tell you things he’d never tell anyone, he trusted you. but, all good things come to an end. in the summer going into your first year at highschool, you found yourself never wanting to speak to him again. he ultimately became the person you two would make fun of together in prior years. a typical, white, football player. but damn was he a good running back. he used to be so charming, but now he was just a playboy that had a new girl in his bed every week. you hated him for it, you hated the person he became, but you mostly hated how he’d plague your mind like a disease.

the day of the game finally came. you and kaveh both wore your school’s varsity jackets and jeans. you guys trudged the god foresaken orange gatorade cooler out to the field for the junior varsity and freshman team. the jv game had just finished, and you began setting up for the varsity game.

“y/n, i can tell you’re scared about ajax.”

“wow kaveh, you’re sooo observant.” you said sarcastically as you both were now in the utility room, filling the water bottles for the players.

“listen, you probably won’t even have to talk to him. as much as he likes to talk behind your back, he’s scared of you. you literally know EVERYTHING about him, you could ruin his reputation in milliseconds.” kaveh had a point. you knew his deepest and darkest secrets, but he unfortunately knew yours as well. you screwed the last lid of the water bottle on tighter than usual as you responded.

“thanks kaveh, but promise me you’ll be the one giving him his water, not me.” kaveh laughed as you said this.

“i’d actually be more than happy too! he’s pretty fine anyways…”

“kaveh— please.” you sighed as kaveh only laughed louder. you walked out to the field, the sky a pretty hue of pink as the jv players left and students filed in the bleachers for the real game. you made your way to the bench, right next to the field and placed the water bottle trays down, as cheering filled the stadium, you both looked behind you.

“ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, our undefeated, five-time league winners, the varsity football team!” the announcer said as the cheers only got louder. the varsity boys ran onto the field, ajax leading the team. you rolled your eyes. you’d admit, he looked good in the navy blue and white jersey, adorning the number 11. ajax was the captain and star of the team, his stats practically outdid any other running back in the county. he ranked first for almost every category, he was a good running back, you’d give him that at least. but at that moment, a feeling came over you. you felt jealous. jealous of the new cheerleader girl he was seeing, jealous of his success, you irrevocably hated him.

“god alhaitham looks good.” kaveh said, very much distracted when they began to sing the national anthem.

“you’re shameless, kaveh.”

“well, the national anthem definitely did not include gay people so…”

the game began, and the annoying and repetitive chants from the cheerleaders almost got stuck in your head. they even had a special one for their glorious star boy tartaglia! you could give zero fucks about him and his stupid chant, but you couldn’t help but notice him staring you down as the rival team took a time out. he gulped his water, sweat dripping from his slicked-back hair, before returning back to the field. as promised, it was kaveh’s job to offer him water, not yours. when one team scored, the other followed suit, the game was neck and neck. watching ajax skillfully receive alhaitham’s (the quarterback) throws and run it was something you could watch all day. but you hated him, so you pretended to look busy every time the home team ran a point. it was halftime now, and you and kaveh hung around the bench. they were up by only two points, it was practically anyone’s game, but that’s what makes the epic highs and lows of highschool football, right?

“swear to god, ajax keeps looking at you.” kaveh whispered to you as you refilled the green water bottles. the boys went into the team room as you and kaveh stayed outside. ajax’s fan girls in the stands had finally calmed down. you just looked at him and looked away as you continued to fill up the water. “like, every time he scores a touch down, he’ll do his stupid little celebration and he’ll glance over here—and then i’d look at you, and of course—‘oh, she’s trying to look distracted and pretend to not care again!’.” kaveh rolled his eyes at you, looking at you for an answer. “you still care about him, don’t you?” this time, you didn’t look at him and just stared at the bottle.

“yeah, like i’d give two shits about the school fuck boy. it’s just, i can’t help but remember how he used to be, that’s all.” it was a blatant lie, and kaveh knew. but he decided to stop pressing where it hurts. and just like that, half time was over and the team looked spent, but they still had 30 minutes to clutch. the cheers started up again. another touchdown, and chants of his name were the only things heard in the stadium. you felt surrounded. you just wanted to go home.

finally, the seventh minute began. the scoreboard emitting a soft glow displayed both home and away teams tied. everyone on the bleachers were all sat for these final minutes. including you. you watched intently with kaveh and your sports med teacher on the bench as they hiked the ball.

“alhaitham, number 9 is going for a throw,” the commentator’s voice reverberated through the field. alhaitham spots ajax, right on the 30 yard line, centered on the field. alhaitham takes a couple steps back and throws, the ball spins with accuracy. the crowd and kaveh all cheer.

“a dot! per usual from quarter back alhaitham, how many yards can their star running back score for the team!” ajax grabbed the ball and went for a right hook, swiftly dodging the defenders. he only got faster and faster as the cheers grew louder. he hooked right, and made his way for that touch down line.

“ajax! ajax! ajax!” the crowd chanted as kaveh and your teacher were now standing. you watched him closely, all of a sudden remembering back to when the two of you competed in your middle school’s flag football tournament. he had signed you up without you knowing, and you both somehow cinched first place.

“oh my god—” kaveh’s gasp snapped you out of your thoughts, as you looked onto the field.

the bleachers were silent now. ajax laid on his side, clutching his knee. the ball was long forgotten now.

“it appears number 11 is down.” the commentator remarked. your heart sank to your ass. you knew that knee injuries could fuck up anyone’s career in seconds. especially a running back’s. before you knew it, you were standing, your teacher yelled something to kaveh as he began running toward him to see what happened, you stood frozen. the cries of his fan girls behind you were the only things you could hear, kaveh was trying to tell you something, but you kept looking at ajax’s writhing body and back to kaveh, and back to ajax, and now at the rival team, and back to kaveh.

“y/n! are you listening? this is serious!” kaveh’s voice was almost a yell.

“i-i’m sorry, what do you need me to do?” you blinked a couple times.

“get the ice pack!” he yelled as kaveh made his way to the scene, the rival team went back to their bench as they were in small groups, most likely talking about what happened. you grabbed the ice pack from the cooler and ran over. his eyes were screwed shut as he cursed loudly, your teacher asking where it hurt.

“ah fuck, my knee! motherfu—” ajax bit back his curses with the back of his hand. your teacher radioed for a golf cart, which made you confused because you’d think someone would be calling 911.

“shouldn’t we be calling an ambulance..?” alhaitham asked, kneeling next to kaveh and ajax’s head. kaveh visibly looked flustered.

“y-yeah. we should! as a matter of fact, why don’t i just call them right—” your teacher cut kaveh off as he interjected.

“it’s a torn acl, if we call an ambulance right now, all they’ll do is give him some ice and painkillers which we very much have. we’re not spending 6k for an ice pack. save that money for the surgery.” your teacher remarked.

“the what..?” ajax looked at him with wide eyes as a campus supervisor came with a golf cart, the crowd was at a stand still.

“kaveh, stay here and take over for me. y/n, come with me.” you knew ajax’s injury was nothing life threatening, but you couldn’t help but worry for his future. you nodded your head as you and your teacher got into the front seat of the golf cart, cursing kaveh in your head, wishing it was him to take your place. ajax’s teammates carefully laid him on the golf cart and he cursed at them to be more careful. you rolled your eyes.

“ajax, we’re gonna need you to talk to us, we can’t have you passing out.” your teacher drove the golf cart to the recovery room, making sure to drive slowly over any bumps.

“you want me to talk? well, a torn acl is gonna ruin my goddamn career—fuck!” the golf cart jerked forward a little, making him curse.

“it’s probably not completely torn, ajax. you’ll recover in no time.” your teacher said.

“you’ll probably be out for the season.” you added, you couldn’t help but add a little salt in the wound.

“you’ll be out for the fucking year if you don’t shut the fuck up.” ajax snapped back at you.

“you need some ice dipshit?” you turned around with the ice pack and tossed it onto his knee, making him yell out in pain.

“what the FUCK is wrong with you—” he yelped in pain again, you just rolled your eyes.

“y/n! cut it out! you too, ajax. we’re here.” the teacher took the key out of the golf cart and looked at you. “i need to call his parents and file a report for the insurance, i’m trusting you to patch any cuts and tape his knee for the time being. keep the ice on it—and please don’t assault him.” your teacher was already on their way as they headed towards the office. you didn’t even get a minute to protest.

“no fucking way they just left me with this loser.” ajax scoffed from the back seat of the golf cart.

“at least my knee still works.” you grabbed the key and unlocked the recovery room, it had a couple of medical beds and cabinets filled with all kinds of medical equipment. you turned the lights on as you heard ajax outside yell.

“now you’re just leaving me? jesus, i couldn’t have asked for someone better to help me.” you ignored him as that was not what you were doing. you went to the smaller room in the back to get a wheelchair to get him onto one of the beds. you walked back outside, ajax’s face turned from one of pain to an angered look the minute you stepped outside. you wheeled the wheel chair to him.

“get on.” you said with little to no remorse.

“yeah let me just fly onto the fucking wheel chair why not. can you help me?” ajax yelled as he tried to sit up straight on the back seat. you scoffed and somehow got him onto the wheel chair. you both were silent, but you knew when ajax went quiet, he was overthinking. you knew he was thinking about what he’d do with his injury. you decided to give him something else to think about.

“it’s not that bad ajax. you survived skateboarding into a brick wall, i’m sure you’ll be fine.” you brought up an old memory the both of you shared.

“everyone saw. even the fucking scouters—i’m done for.” your words seemed to fly past his head. almost like he forgot about you and his’ history. you helped him onto the medical bed and made him sit straight so you could tape his knee. you went into the back room to get more ice. from the main room, you heard him start talking again.

“when i ran into that brick wall, you were the only one there. i didn’t have scouters that could get me d1 scholarships.” he remarked. he did remember at least. you came back with a roll of medical tape and some ice.

“you need to roll you pants up past your knee.” you went for the straight forward route as anything else would’ve gotten too awkward.

“yeah no fucking way that’s happening, cut it off for all i care.” you figured getting the leg of the pants over his injury wouldn’t be the most best of things, so you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut his pants just above his thigh. he hissed in pain even though you didn’t even touch it. he was always this dramatic, you thought to yourself. you unrolled the pieces of tape and got to work. if ajax was good at football, you were the best at sports medicine. you knew how to wrap an ankle like second nature—a big part of the reason why your teacher asked you to assist, not kaveh. he went quiet again, and you’d much rather have him yelling at you than overthinking the situation after all this.

“how’s teucer?” you asked as he hissed whenever you’d place a piece of tape on his knee.

“w-why do you care? can you be any more gentle?” you looked up at him and kept working. you weren’t any gentler, you just worked slower to make it look like you were. he fell for it easily.

“he’s fine. he just graduated elementary—ow, school.” he responded after a minute passed.

“that’s good.” you said in quieter-than-usual tone. you couldn’t deny it was still awkward between you two. you hadn’t had a conversation like this in practically years, and you never thought you would have to. “so what exactly happened out there? you trip or something?” you knew he didn’t trip. you also knew that ajax had a tendency to overestimate himself, overall causing him more harm than good.

“the turf must’ve been off.” he said looking away. ajax was well aware he let himself get cocky. it was the final minutes of the game and he wanted to end it off strong. in doing so, he got himself a torn acl. good going ajax.

“mhm..”

“what? don’t believe me?” before you could answer the question, your teacher walked in. the first thing ajax asked was if they won the game or not. his “half touchdown” didn’t count, leaving them still tied.

“we won. but it was still a close call.”

ajax looked like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. he was already upset with his injury, and a loss especially with their title as undefeated would be 10x worse. you tried to look normal, but in truth, you were a little happy for the team. after all, you had some sense of school pride.

“your mom is outside. i’ve talked to her already and explained the injury in length. please focus on resting, then let’s talk about your next games.” with that, your teacher left you both alone again.

“can you walk?” you asked.

“i’ll try.” he said wincing as he got up. you went to his side and put his arm around you. it was silent. you helped him to the parking lot, occasional swears were heard from him. you said his mom waiting outside of the car.

“oh sweetie!” ajax’s mom held him tightly.

“hi mom, i’m fine.” his words were muffled into her shoulder.

“oh goodness, let’s get you in the car!” she helped him into the passanger seat. they spoke to each other in russian, it sounded like he was getting scolded. it was none of your business anyway. after doing so, she came back out.

“y/n? i remember you!” she said, giving you a hug.

“hi mrs tartaglia.” ajax’s mom had a soft spot for you. she’d always pack you extra food, and would never fail to treat you like one of her own, it made you happy. due to the circumstances, you hadn’t seen her in what felt like years.

“how’ve you been? we’ve missed you!” her hand stayed on your shoulder, her voice was genuine. but who exactly did she mean by “we”?

“i’ve been alright, thanks for asking.”

“ajax still talks about you, you should come over some time! teucer and tonia miss you!”

huh?

did you hear that right?

maybe it she didn’t actually mean it like that, why would ajax still be talking about you?

ajax rolled down the window and stuck his head out.

“mom i’m hurting let’s go.” he half shouted.

“alright, alright. i’ll see you soon hopefully, y/n! thank you for looking after ajax!” she said with a warm smile as she got back in the car before you could say a word. you simply waved and smiled back at her. you glanced over for a second, seeing ajax on his phone. you didn’t understand. did ajax really stil talk about you? you’d have a lot to tell kaveh..

the two of them left the parking lot in their black tahoe suv. you just stood and watched. you cursed to yourself. you couldn’t understand why ajax’s words pulled at your heartstrings a little. you were confused. and things would only get more confusing from there.

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spiriteddreams · 1 year

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pre-game rituals with pro!itoshi sae <3 cw: possibly ooc sae a/n: omg spirit writing for blue lock!! and ofc i'm starting with the one and only itoshi sae and skipping through time bc i can :D

thinking about itoshi sae, who takes his pregame rituals seriously. he follows routines to the "t" and refuses to stray from them. he's not sure when they started, but all he knows is that once they began, he couldn't stop. perhaps it's a sports thing, the lucky charm he hopes will bless his mind and body before he steps onto the turf field. he revels in the peace and calmness of the sidelines before his feet cross the sidelines and he feels that rush of adrenaline upon the field.

sae's sole pre-game ritual used to be lacing his cleats before taking the field. it's a habit he's been unable to shake, one that he must do before every game. he'll untie his laces as the team prepares to jog onto the field, just to re-lace them before jogging onto the field. he blocks out the roar of the crowd and the excited race of his heart as he thinks about the game ready to be played. he doesn't care if he'll get amused sighs from his teammates, or calls for him to hurry up. they can wait one second for him to ask for good luck before he claims his spot as one of the best players in the youth league.

and then you stumble into his life and his pre-game rituals change in an instant. he still ties his laces, puts one kneel into the turf as his head looks down in focus. but when he looks up, his eyes find yours, right where you stand. he's been in this position before and when eyes meet yours, he relives every blissful moment that has led up to then. forget how cliche it is, because you beam at him and for a moment, it's just you and sae.

you could be in the crowd or in the vip box, wherever you've told sae you would be, and he would look up and find you in an instant. he watches as you blow a kiss to him, a silly gesture and unnoticeable to anyone else around you. but sae is only focused on you as he indulges in your games and pretends to catch it (subtly of course), and press it to his heart. he thinks he can feel warmth blooming beneath his jersey, as if you're pressing a kiss right there and reminding him to play to his best. you're eyes will forever be saved for him only, his biggest fan, stubborn lover, and every other nickname that he's coined whether bluntly or softly in the privacy of your own home. he thinks the way you smile when he completes that ritual is more than enough to bless him with luck.

to anyone else, it's just another pre-game ritual that the star has started to do. he'll let the fans and the media chase after ideas that lead to dead ends. they can run in circles and propose wild ideas, sae doesn't care. because your kiss, that one that you blow to him amidst a sea of fans, is for him alone. and for you alone, will every goal be dedicated to. the ring on your finger is proof of that.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: funny story i've only seen sae for like 2 seconds but man.... he has my heart already

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #blue lock fluff #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

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quinnyundertow · 1 month

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Goalies Turn

A JJK Kick-Off Fanfic/Soccer AU Choso x Reader

AN: I am absolutely obsessed with @celestie0 amazing JJK Soccer AU fanfic "Kick-Off". I adore the way she writes Choso in it; the teams Goalie. As a result with her permission I have written a one shot fanfic...for her fanfic. LMAO. This y/n is NOT the leading lady of Kick Off. Thank you Ellie for making up this amazing world and letting me play around in it!

Choso Kamo x Reader One Shot. Fluff, Comedy, Smut.

Something about feeling the turf underneath your feet without the support of your cleats was incredibly bittersweet. You adjust the binders in your hands as you walk down the sidelines. The early morning sun is just starting to evaporate last night's dew. The University of Tokyo’s men’s D1 soccer team is in high gear despite the early hour. They are performing suicide runs; their cleats eating up the turf. The sweat running down temples and rolling down backs.

The back of your calves twitch in anticipation of the thought of joining them. At this hour you would normally be with your girls, catching their practice goal kicks. Your thick goalie gloves snatching speeding soccer balls out of the air before launching them across the field with swift kicks. The unreleased energy running through you is driving you mad. You’ll need to go on a run after this to help relieve the excess.

You reach Coach Yaga, his yappy Pomeranian giving you an attitude as you stop next to him. Yaga gives you a nod before focusing back on his players. “PICK UP YOUR FEET GOJO!” Your ears ring from the sudden bellowing next to you. It takes seconds for you to dial into that mop of white hair on the field. Star player Gojo Satoru is massive but somehow lithe; his muscles bulging as he runs to catch up with an offside ball. His physique is comparable to a statue of a Greek God. It’s too bad you heard his personality is also Greek God worthy; capricious, licentious and cocksure.

“That damn girl needs to get off my sidelines if she can’t stop distracting my players.”

You glance at the “girl” in question. She’s a professional looking young woman your age who you’ve seen around campus before. She’s crouching a respectful distance from the team on the sidelines taking photographs of the players at work. Good to see sexism is alive and well. “Yeah, I can’t believe she has the audacity to be at a professional distance while not using flash in order to be as unobtrusive as possible.”

Yaga shoots you a look that clearly says he’s not amused with your sass, “Keep taking notes on our play style like you did last practice. Fresh eyes can give insight that might be missed otherwise.” He ends his sentence with the wave of a dismissive hand in your direction.

Dumping the binders on Yaga’s bench you pick up a clipboard and find a good spot on the sidelines to observe. Despite being on the University of Tokyo’s women’s D1 soccer team you aren’t very familiar with the men’s team. During the season you were training to chase your own championship dreams. After last week's defeat, and your dreams for this year crushed, you had volunteered to assist the men’s team in preparing for their own race to the top. It was that or take a three week break before practices started again and sitting in your dorm all day sounded like a personal hell after the rigor of these last months.

“YOU'RE LATE AGAIN KAMO! YOU’RE STAYING LATE TO RUN LAPS! NOW GET YOUR ASS IN THE GOAL!” You wince at Yaga’s screaming.

“Yeah, yeah.” A lazy voice responds still sounding groggy from sleep. The guy Coach Yaga is talking to is tying his long hair up into a low bun as he strolls over to the goal. Yaga’s yelling clearly did not light a fire under Kamo’s ass like he wanted.

Choso Kamo, 5’11, solid build, wide shoulders with a tapered waist, impressive reach, and massive hands. He tended to be a little slow, especially at the beginning of a match, but once he got warmed up he was a force to be reckoned with. It was almost impossible to score on him in the last half of a game. You were up until three AM last night watching youtube compilations of his best saves over the season. He was good, great even. Which is why it pissed you off so much that every day you were here shadowing he showed up late and slacked off half the practice.

He sits on the ground in his goal area tying his cleats and putting on his gloves. A loud swish of the net is heard as Suguru Geto launches a ball past Kamo’s head just barely missing making contact.

Choso shoots an unamused look at Geto before flipping him the middle finger. When he finishes fixing his gloves, flexing to make sure they are tight enough, he mumbles. “Alright, go ahead.”

You're watching Nanami Kento, the midfielder, line up shots for practice penalty kicks when you feel a pair of eyes on you. Turning you meet a set of dark orbs watching you. You meet Choso’s gaze head on but are unable to decipher what exactly he’s thinking. He just looks exhausted. Why the hell is he staring at you like that? This isn’t the first time you’ve caught him staring at you over the last three days of your volunteer work. It’s not like he’s checking you out since he’s making prolonged awkward eye contact and he couldn’t look more disinterested. Did he recognize you from the women’s team? You doubted it. Women’s soccer was notoriously underrated and underfunded. The idea of the men’s team players watching you play was delusional at best.

His eyes are locked on you when a speeding ball kicked by Nanami slams him in the gut. There are a few “Ohhhhh” sounds from other players as Kamo groans, doubling over in pain. You can’t help but laugh at the unexpected blow landing. Your hand goes up to cover your mouth when you realize your laugh was a little too loud and a few people are looking at you incredulously. Oh please, getting hit is part of being a goalie. You can’t help but grin and jibe, “Come on Kamo, I’ve seen middle school kids take hits better!”

You hear him mutter something under his breath followed by a clear, “Shit.” as Satoru Gojo laughs obnoxiously in the background.

“CHOSO WATCH THE FIELD NOT THE SIDELINE DISTRACTIONS!” Coach Yaga’s yell causes you to blush a little at his implying it’s your fault in him getting nailed.

As Choso stands he pins you with a heated look, his onyx eyes raking over you before turning back to the field, his demeanor serious for the remainder of practice.

You're standing next to Coach Yaga reading your notes to him as he buckles his pomeranian into the front passenger seat. He doesn’t seem to actually be listening to you but you aren’t in the mood to type it all up and email it to him later tonight.

Yaga’s car is the last one in the parking lot other than your own. You had both stayed late reviewing plays while the majority of the team went out for food and Choso begrudgingly started his late to practice laps. “So I think if you have Nanami focus on his-”

“SHIT!” You jump in surprise as your review is interrupted by a heated yell from Yaga. He pulls a binder out of his back seat. He stares at his watch before cursing some more, “I need to leave now. Can you take this and put it in my office and then lock it up?”

You can't help but frown and sigh as you take the key he is holding out to you. “Alright.”

He nods before getting in and starting up his car, “Thanks, bring the keys back tomorrow morning before practice. Oh, and email me those notes you took today.”

The smile you give him is more of a grimace as he drives off without further comment. “Asshole…” you mutter under your breath as you start the trek back to the men’s locker room. Maybe you shouldn’t have volunteered to help out the men’s team. You hadn’t been ready to leave the field behind for the season yet but this wasn’t what you imagined when they asked for an assist.

You walked into the men’s locker room noting the main door was already unlocked. Yaga wants you to lock up but he couldn’t even manage to. You can’t help but wrinkle your nose a little at the smells emanating from the main locker area, especially from the questionable hamper full of dirty towels.

Sighing you think, If this locker room is a mirror image of the womens, Yaga’s office will be in the back left corner. Heading in that direction it isn’t until you see Yaga’s office that you register a single shower is running in the background. You are so used to hearing showers run in the girls locker room that you didn’t even register the sound as unusual. You look towards the hallway of lined showers knowing that each shower cubicle has a shower curtain pulled across it obstructing any outsider’s view.

That has to be Kamo. You thought he had left already but clearly that was not the case. You can’t help but reflexively bite your bottom lip. Mind thinking about his gleaming pale skin with rivulets of water racing down his hard muscles. You feel thirsty at the thought but shake your head scolding yourself. The man is just trying to clean up after his workout and you’re out here like a damn voyeur salivating over nothing. You quickly cross in front of the shower room to unlock Yaga’s office. You just need to be quiet, drop the binder off and then wait outside till Kamo is done so you can lock up. Simple.

After placing the binder, you exit the office, your hands fumbling and dropping the keys. Cursing under your breath you bend to pick them up but forget the office door is weighted. You jump in surprise when it slams shut loudly. The noise echoes through the locker room. So much for being quiet, you pick the keys up in a hurry deciding to book it to the exit when a voice stops you, “Hey, can you pass me my conditioner!? I’m an idiot and left it by my locker.” You freeze staring at the shower area before turning to look at the lockers. A wooden bench towards the back has a bottle of high quality conditioner and a fluffy white towel folded on it. Did he really forget his towel too? What was with this guy?

You sigh, deciding to grab his conditioner and towel for him. You would just leave it right by the shower door and he would be none the wiser who did it. Problem solved. Picking up the items you read the label on the way back to the shower room. Damn this was like thirty dollars a bottle. Okay Kamo, I see you. You can’t resist flicking the bottle open and taking a quick whiff; the scent is sweet with a hint of coconut. You can’t help but blush as you shut the bottle again. You shouldn’t have done that. You don’t need to know what Kamo smells like.

You approach the shower area and he must have heard your sneakers because he’s talking to you again, “Thanks can you just put it where I can reach. I was dreading having to run out and freeze my ass off.” He’s talking so casually, he must assume you are one of his teammates who forgot something.

You swallow the lump in your throat. Approaching, you decide to hang the clean towel over the top of the curtain rod so that he has it when he finishes. You gently lay it over the top, careful to place it where you normally would your own, so that it doesn’t get wet from the incoming stream of water. You hear a note of surprise in his voice as he registers the towel thrown over the top. “Dude, thanks, you're the best. I knew I forgot something else.”

You're flushing heavily at the casual way he’s speaking to you. You need to get out. Leaning over you slip the bottle of conditioner into the corner of the shower, your fingers just barely pushing it around the plastic curtain so he can grab it. Mission accomplished. You release the bottle and go to stand fully when a large wet hand grabs your own. He must have noticed your feminine fingers. The squeak that leaves your throat is terrified as you try to pull away in shock. The shower curtain rustles as it’s pushed a few inches open from the inside and Choso Kamo is blinking at you in surprise. Even though he’s the one holding onto you he looks shocked at you being there, “L/n, F/n?”

God he looks divine. His hair is down and wet, the strands in the front come to just above his eyes while the remaining dark locks rest on his shoulders blades. You’ve never been this close to him before and the prominent scar across his nose draws your eyes briefly. You note his chiseled jaw and the way his Adam's apple bobs on his thick muscular neck when he swallows.

You’re panicking, hand pulling away from him in quick tugs but his fingers are looped easily around your wrist. The pressure is minimal but his grip is a goalie’s vise, “I-I’m sorry. Yaga asked me to lock up and then you asked for conditioner so-” your vision flies to his hold on your wrist. His hands are calloused and rugged like your own; the veins running up them cause a heat to rush down you. His one hand dwarfs your own and looking up from them your panicked eyes meet his still confused ones, “Please let me go!”

It’s almost like he just now registers he’s holding you there. “Oh.” He releases you immediately, his face turning a shade of bright red. “Sorry!” You yank your hand from his stepping back and rubbing it reflexively. He looks worried as he steps forward towards you, his chest coming out from behind the curtain, only his lower half is obscured now, “Did I hurt you?”

Dear God. If you thought he was beautiful before… He’s stunning, your mouth dries up completely as your eyes scan down his body. His pecs are massive and while he isn’t sculpted like a bodybuilder he has this thickness to his physique that lets you know he is all strength and dexterity under his light layer of fat. His v-cut is prominent and a smattering of dark black hair travels down to hide behind the curtain. You realize you're staring and he isn’t in any hurry to cover himself up.

After a long silence his voice is deeper than normal and a little husky when he speaks, his earlier question forgotten, “You’re going to make me blush.”

You flush heavily, your eyes going up to meet his own. You clench your legs together feeling a familiar desire rolling through you. An itch you haven’t scratched since before the soccer season began. “I’m sorry, you have a nice body.”

His breath catches when your eyes meet his. There’s desire written in them and he feels himself becoming hard. He lets out a groan when you apologize, “God don’t apologize, fuck. I’ve been trying to find an excuse to talk to you for months. You’re stunning.” His eyes are burning into your own with unmasked wanting. He adjusts the shower curtain and your eyes lower to see a very thick erection pressing against it.

You don’t even register when your tongue slides against your lips as desire pools in your nether regions. “Months?” He watches you push your legs together trying to make some friction to help with the escalating arousal you are feeling.

“I-I watch all your games.” He replies a little hoarsely and your gaze shoots up to him in surprise.

You blink in confusion, “You should have just said Hi.”

He swallows before he mumbles out, “Hi.”

You can’t help but laugh at that and he gives an awkward chuckle in response. There’s a hot naked man in front of you who wants you and you haven’t had a good fuck in a long time. Your blood is pulsing straight to your throbbing pussy at this point. Fortune favors the bold right? Your eyes dip down to his erection still barely covered, “You want help with that?”

He groans, “Fuck, yes.” He releases the curtain and it slides to the side. His beautiful cock on display for you. He’s cut, average in length but girthy with a delicious curve. A mesmerizing vein runs up the bottom of it. The tip is flushed a bright red with precum and water dripping off his shaft. “Join me?”

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You kick off your shoes and socks. Your shirt is above your head in moments then you shimmy down your skin tight athletic pants. Not wasting any time you remove your bra and panties and move to join him. You pull the shower curtain open and wrap it behind you, hiding you from anyone’s potential sight but his. It’s like a totally new environment once you're inside the small cube. The air is hot and misty as the water sprays Choso’s back. Droplets fly through the air and land on you sporadically.

“I have to be dreaming…” he murmurs, his eyes going up and down your body. “That’s the only way this could be happening.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?”

His warm wet body is pressed against your own in moments. Lips crashing against one another in a battle for dominance where neither party cares if they win. His one arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you against him while his other cups your cheek gently. The kisses are intense and needy. All your nerve endings are on fire as his tongue traces the seam of your lips asking for entry. You open your mouth hungrily granting it access; your own tongue eager to meet his.

You feel Choso’s erection pressing against your stomach. Before you can reach down and touch it his hands go to take your own. You blink in surprise as he holds both your wrists in one hand. “I can’t let you do that.” He chokes out before kissing up your jaw. “I’ll cum before I get inside you.”

Before you can protest his free hand begins palming one breast and then the other. His fingers lightly pinching and massaging your nipples causing shivers to ripple down you. A moan escapes your lips, as his head dips down to take your breast into his mouth. He suckles you for a moment before using his tongue to tease your nipple. “Kamo..” you keen when his mouth releases you with an audible pop. A trail of spit briefly leading from your breast to his mouth.

“Call me Choso, say my name.” He moans taking your neglected breast into his warm mouth, his sucks and teasing motions stoke your flames of desire.

A hard suck makes you oblige him, his name falling from your lips in a gasp, “Fuck, Choso.” The heat and humidity alongside his scorching touches have you lost in sensations. You don’t even register when he releases his mouth from your tits and is back to kissing you dumb against the tiled wall. “Can I eat you out?” He rasps out between fevered sucks on your neck and chest.

“Yes, but I want you inside me.” You whimper out. The curtain of the shower briefly opens from your movements, sending a wave of chilled air over you. Skin pebbling in response, it grants a brief relief to the overwhelming heat.

Choso wastes no time after your acquiesce. He’s on his knees looking up at you, his pupils blown with desire, “I’ve cum to the idea of this so many times.. and it doesn’t even hold a candle in comparison.” That’s all the warning you get before he leans forward one strong hand on your hip the other bringing your right leg up to hook over his shoulder. His lips are on you kissing your inner thighs, light bites and sucks move to the tender flesh of your vulva. You're crying out his name when he finally decides to lick a stripe up the center of your cunt. His tongue lapping up the sweetness of your essence. You feel him groan against you, the vibrations making you whine. His tongue is dipping into your core leaving teasing strokes inside you. His nose bumping against your clit as he nudges against you needily.

Your fingers find and twist into his hair. Holding him close to you despite the fact that he has no intention of leaving. You feel yourself getting closer to release the tightness forming in your belly. “Cho- I want you inside me. I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Wanna taste it.” He mumbles petulantly as he leans back a little to see your half lidded eyes watching him.

“Choso, let me cum on your cock.”

Your dirty words make him groan, “God where have you been all my life, fuck.” He lowers your leg gently, watching the way your chest is heaving trying to catch your breath.

Choso stands, ready to devour you when he suddenly deadpans, “Fuck.. need a condom.” Before you can register what he even said his naked ass is out of the shower and running towards the locker area. You lean out the curtain in surprise seeing him open various players' lockers before finally finding one and muttering, “I owe you one Gojo.” He’s rushing back over like you might change your mind. You're watching his erection bounce as he enters the shower room again. He’s biting the condom wrapper open and putting it on his length when he hits a slippery patch and almost wipes out.

The shocked and confused look on his face as he almost falls on his ass is enough to have you doubled over laughing. This was by far the weirdest hookup you’d ever had and you were enjoying the hell out of it.

“Shit!” He bites out going to enter the shower again. The water he left while exiting makes him slide precariously as he grabs the curtain for support. Your eyes widen as he pulls and the entire curtain rod falls with a crash Choso hitting the ground this time.

You can’t help it, you're crying laughing as he looks up at you soaked and wrapped in the broken curtain. “Choso, what the fuck?” You can’t catch your breath and your sides hurt from laughing.

He was looking up at you in disappointment but the more you laughed the more he couldn’t help but smile in return. His own deeper chuckle echoing, “I really fucked that up.”

You're wiping your eyes, you can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard. You hold out your hand to help him up as he untangles himself.

The sexual mood is broken, he’s flaccid and his ass is throbbing in pain from him landing on it. He stands next to you totally embarrassed but you're not even laughing at him, just the absurdity of the situation. When his sheepish gaze meets yours you give him a grin pulling him back under the water. “Shower sex is not as easy as they make it out to be.” You tease leaning forward to peck the corner of his lips before tapping his shoulder and indicate he should turn his back to you. “Let me condition your hair.”

He nods, turning. His embarrassment slowly fades as you gently massage his conditioner into his hair. The domesticity of the gesture makes his heart clench with want. You are so much more than anything he could have imagined. He wants to learn everything about you and have you beside him from now on. He just hopes he didn’t ruin it with this botched hook up.

You’re finishing up rinsing his hair when he mumbles out, “I really want to see you again even though this…” his words fade off. He can’t see the smile you are giving his back as he continues, “What are you doing this evening?”

You wait until he turns to look at you, a mischievous look on your face, “I was hoping you.”

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can you please please please write more about college harry? maybe how they met and how they started to date and everything? its my favorite🥺🥺🥺🥺

Of courseee, I love these two :)

college!harry x quiet!yn

How They Met

Y/N was close to the coach of the college’s soccer team due to her dad being best friends with him for years. She had known Coach James since she was in middle school as he was over for every event and ‘guy night’ hosted at her childhood home. She got to the point where she just called him Uncle James, and he was ecstatic by the name because he had no siblings to have kids that would call him that.

Even though Y/N was quiet and hated being the center of attention, she still made the effort to visit Coach James on the field while his team practiced. She’d try to talk to him while the team was doing drills at the soccer goal so she could have only his attention on her. He was very aware of Y/N’s personality, and being the uncle he always wanted to be, he had a very protective side over her. If she was uncomfortable around his boys, he’d send them off for more drills.

The team was currently doing sprints from the goal line to the half and back. Y/N cautiously walked up the steep hill to the soccer field and immediately spotted Coach James watching the boys from a far enough distance. The assistant coach was at the half-line, making sure the player’s cleats touched the bold line before they turned around to run the other way.

Y/N had a new camera in her hand that she was eager to show Coach James because he was one of the few who knew of her secret hobby. And she was also just informed by her dad that Coach James was also behind the reasonings she had the camera. She bit her lip in excitement and picked up her speed to reach him.

His arms were tightly crossed with dark shades over his eyes as he chewed harshly on an innocent piece of gum. His attention was mostly on his two star players, Harry and Louis, as they led the group, yelling encouraging words to the ones falling behind. The actual captains were too out of breath to speak, so the underclassmen did it for them. Coach James was proud of those two boys and really hoped to keep their futures bright.

While he nodded at their quick feet, he suddenly felt a presence approach him. He knew exactly who it was because she was the only person who wouldn’t announce herself from afar in fear that others would notice she was there too. So, when she was close enough, she finally spoke up.

“Uncle James, they just had a tough game yesterday. They’re tired,” she immediately defended the slower players with beat red faces. She reached Coach James side and bumped his side with her hip.

“It was a tough game because they weren’t doing good, so they need to get better,” He simply counterargued with a slight laugh. “How’s your day going, kiddo?”

It was then when Coach James finally looked down at Y/N to notice the new camera situated in her hands with the strap around her neck. His lips immediately curled into a smirk as he saw the hidden excitement in her eyes. She wasn’t one to completely express her emotions, but he knew her well enough to know what she was feeling.

“Amazing, actually. Dad told me that you chipped in on the camera so I came to thank you tremendously,” She smiled, wrapped an arm around him in a side hug. Coach James chuckled and brought her close.

“Of course, kiddo. I didn’t know your other one broke so you stopped taking pictures for some time, but when your dad told me he wanted to buy you a new one, I was all in,” He explained as they parted. “If you love photography so much, just tell me if you need anything for it. New camera, new SD card, new bag, new models—” He motioned to his players currently falling to their knees as they finished their last round of sprints.

They both laughed together as he pointed to one of the players trying to walk in a straight line but ended up wobbling and falling to the turf ground.

“I mean, maybe game pictures, not practice pictures. The headlines would definitely caption this as abuse,” Y/N shook her head.

“Well, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about, and I’m glad you brought your camera with you,” Coach James started but cleared his throat before continuing. “Our current photographer is not a fan favorite with the boys because every picture he takes just comes out horrible. So, I’m kind of in the need for a new team photographer that would come to our games, some practices, and take pictures,” He explained, cautiously watching Y/N’s face as it contorted different expressions.

“Oh,” She sighed, nervously. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Uncle James. I can’t even talk normally with any of them.”

“You really don’t have to say anything to them, kiddo. Just take pictures from the sidelines, that’s all,” Coach James shrugged, sliding his shades up his head and smiling reassuringly at her. “I can talk to them about keeping their distance from you.”

“No,” She immediately shut that idea down. “I’m not a baby, I can be around them. I’m just not as hyper and talkative as them so I don’t think I’ll be able to be their uppity photographer best friend.”

Coach James stared down at his niece figure and placed his arm around her shoulder. The boys were surrounding their assistant coach with all their backs to Y/N, just as she liked.

“Stay for the rest of practice, take some pictures when they scrimmage and try it out. If you hate it, then that’s perfectly fine and I won’t ask you to take any more. How’s that?” Coach James compromised, walking Y/N slowly to the group.

“I can do that,” she nodded, lifting the camera to her eyes and focusing on the boys huddle. She snapped a quick picture of them before showing the screen to Coach James. He hovered his hand over it to block the sun but then smiled at the perfect framed picture of the team.

He raised his hand up and Y/N gladly accepted his high-five. “That’s front cover material,” He praised at his niece figure.

So, like he asked, Y/N stayed around to shoot more pictures, and the boys finally realized she was there as she stood near the goal to capture Harry tucking the ball in the top corner. His eyes met Y/N when she dropped the camera from her face, noticing his lingering stare. His lips instantly grew into a wide smile as he recognized the familiar girl he’d see in the front of his French class.

The rest of the boys jogged to their starting positions to reset the field, but Harry slowly walked backwards, keeping his attention on the awkward girl.

“Did ya like tha’ beautiful goal?” He asked her as he wiggled his brows. Y/N only shrugged, moving down the sideline to find other players to take pictures of. Harry frowned from her quiet response, but tried to shrug it off and focus on the next play.

Something was going on in Harry’s head as he weirdly wanted the attention of someone besides Coach James. He loved the praise he’d get for his outstanding footwork and powerful shoots, but that day, his eyes wouldn’t stop searching for the girl behind the camera.

Every time he’d outrun his opponent down the sideline and play a perfect cross for the Forward to score with, his head would whip in her direction, hoping her eyes were on him. And when they were, he’d subtly wave and tip his chin up. Y/N’s lips would stay in a straight line as she nodded back before looking down at the screen of her camera.

For the rest of practice, Harry was getting desperate. His teammates realized he was being a little extra with his footwork and hogging the ball to make good action shot poses. Y/N was oblivious to his tactics as she never watched soccer and didn’t know that holding the ball to yourself for that long, even though your teammates are open, is a little petty. She just did her job by taking more and more pictures, mostly of Harry because he always had the ball, and moving down the sidelines.

Coach James smirked to himself as he watched one of his star players show off to his niece. It was cute that a boy would do that for her because she really didn’t get that type of attention. He watched Y/N turn herself away from the field to roll her lips inwards as a smile warned to spread. And due to her red undertone, there was an obvious blush that he caught. He glanced back at Harry who had lost all interest in the game as he wondered if Y/N was alright.

When she finally collected herself, she turned back around but her eyes widened as she caught Harry watching her. He waved at her again before throwing up a thumbs up as a question. Y/N looked behind her, thinking he was asking someone else, and he could feel his heart squeeze at her oblivion. She turned back and mimicked his gesture, which he nodded at and went back to playing. Coach James watched the whole thing.

Y/N habit of wiping the corners of her mouth when she was nervous in any type of way didn’t go unnoticed by Coach James. He muttered, “Well I’ll be damned,” under his breath as he realized Y/N might’ve caught a romantic eye for one his players. And he was feeling the same way. But Coach James knew Harry; the frat boy.

By the end of practice, Coach James waited for Harry outside the locker room to pull him over. He was a little worried that he would be punished for his actions because he wasn’t being slick about it.

His shades were back over his eyes as he hovered over his tall player. “Her name is Y/N and she’s my niece, and she loves photography and ice cream. She’s quiet and avoids most social interactions, especially with boys because they used to pick on her for being ‘fragile’,” He started with a serious tone. Harry listened confusedly, but still noted his words. “She’s gotten better but still isn’t good with attention, and I would never force her to overcome that unless she wants to get better.”

“Why are you telling me this, Coach?”

He raised his hand to stop Harry. “You are not the most innocent boy here, and I have an idea of your history. You live in the most popular frat house and Y/N has told me stories of the things that happen at your parties because her roommate would always force her to join her.”

Harry stared at his coach with slight defeat as he realized what he was trying to say. It was unlike him to care what adults said to him because if he wanted something, he’d get it, but this felt different. Y/N didn’t seem like something he’d want to tousle with so carelessly.

“I saw you both today and I know you were planning on talking to her after practice, so I’m here to make sure you think before you act,” Coach James took a step closer to Harry. “Y/N is not just an innocent body for you to use for the night. She is a girl with feelings and won’t take your games so lightly if you play her the wrong way. I’m warning you, as her uncle, that if I find out you treated her like a frat boy, we will have problems. And as you coach, you will be on that bench more than the field.”

It was easy to take Coach James’ threat as Harry was thinking just like him. It didn’t even cross his mind to treat Y/N like he would’ve with any girl. And he had to talk to her to figure out why he suddenly felt that way.

So, to Coach James’ threat, Harry nodded and reached out to shake hands with him. “Yes, sir.” They stared at each other for a long minute until a presence was felt beside them. They both whipped their head to Y/N standing shyly near them. Lucky for them, she hadn’t heard their whole conversation about her, just his threat to be benched if he did something.

Y/N eyes were on Harry at first, staring at him in awe from up close. He was taller than she expected and, for a guy that just played a long scrimmage, smelled amazing.

When she realized she was eyeing him for too long, she quickly switched to her uncle and motioned to her camera. “I’ll be the team’s photographer if I have time to stop by. I probably won’t be here all the time so I’ll take twice as many pictures to last for a while,” She explained.

Coach James smiled and walked towards her, Harry following behind.

“I’ll accept that, thanks for your work today, kiddo,” He nodded, rubbing her shoulder. “Are you on your way back to your dorm?”

“No, I was going to get ice cream. I’m craving both strawberry and cookies and cream,” She shrugged, noticing Harry’s eyes intensely on her.

She loves photography and ice cream.

“Alright, enjoy your treat then. I’ll see you soon,” Coach James laughed as he turned to walk towards the parking lot where his car was situated. He swiftly darted his eyes to Harry, which the player shooed him away and brought his attention to Y/N.

She was looking down at her camera as she walked in the opposite direction. He quickly made it to her side and smiled. “Do you mind if I join you? I think after all those goals, I can definitely celebrate with some ice cream.” Y/N rolled her eyes at him.

“Narcissist, are you?” She snarled with a lifted brow.

“Or I’m just amazing at soccer and can’t help but be proud of my hard work,” Harry shrugged, assuming she was okay with him coming with her as she didn’t decline him. “I’m Harry, by the way. I’ve seen you come around the field quite a few times. Haven’t gotten the chance to actually talk.”

“I know you from that one party I went to. I remember hating you. I’m Y/N,” she said bluntly, turning off her camera. Harry paused as he was a little taken back by her sudden confession. Also, he never recalled ever seeing her at any of their parties because if he did, he would’ve wanted to remember her. But again, he was always too busy fucking girls in his bedroom to take notice. “I’m not having sex with you, I just want ice cream tonight,” She sighed.

Harry slowly smiled as he stared down at the girl. She was very interesting with her simple features and introverted personality. He really wanted to know more.

“I just want ice cream tonight too. And to be around you, which I’m already really enjoying,” Harry boldly spoke the last part to her. She glanced over at him and gave him a quick look up and down. The fact she was very calm about her current situation was a little concerning to her. But all she could think about, after long hours of classes, was ice cream.

“Why? You don’t know me.”

Harry shrugged, “I know, but I’d like to change that, if you’ll let me.” He whipped out an endearing smile that Y/N couldn’t help but be immediately swooned by. God, she hated the power Harry already had over her, but she was gonna make sure he didn’t know that.

“I don’t have much to offer, so don’t have any expectations.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Y/N cringed and shook her shoulders. “Ew, don’t say that like I’m one of your professors.” Harry chuckled at her soft gag and shiver.

“My bad, love.”

Y/N was very confused that she was okay with one of her least favorite things in the world, a college boy, join her to have ice cream. She loved to sit in the corner of her favorite parlor and eat alone because nothing could ruin her in those moments. But now she had allowed some boy to keep her company, which is something she didn’t know she’d learn to love.

“So, frat boy Harry, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor? And there is a right answer,” she smirked up at him.

Harry rolled his lips inwards as his heart started harshly pounding for the first time in a long time about a girl.

How They Started Dating

Harry was in Y/N’s dorm, waiting for her to get back from class. He had slept over that night and decided to stay in her room so afterwards, he could have her all to himself for a few hours before they went to practice together and any lingering eyes could be on her. After many weeks of photographing and having Harry and Coach James’ protection, Y/N was feeling better about being around the team. She wasn’t best friends with any of them, but their eyes weren’t bothering her like before. And Harry made sure they kept their attention on anything else besides his current crush.

Earlier that day, he had received a text from his frat house groupchat that they invited a handful of girls over to watch a movie and play some games. It might’ve sounded like an innocent hang out, but he knew exactly what he was being offered. Sex.

No doubt Harry would’ve been there in less than ten minutes, no matter where he was, but for an important reason to him, he wasn’t interested at all. He just continued to throw his soccer ball in the air and catch it with his fingertips before shooting it back up. He was laying on Y/N’s bed, surrounded by her heavy scent of cinnamon and apples. It was heaven, and he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

When Niall realized Harry hadn’t messaged his arrival time, he decided to call him. He was the first to notice a change in Harry over the passing weeks. It wasn’t like him to decline every opportunity to have his cock deep in some random girl’s mouth until his come shot down her throat and that was the last time he ever spoke to her. Harry was always the most eager to have girls over and immediately get down to business. That was a reasoning for his popularity around the campus.

“H, what’s going on?” Niall cut straight to the chase when he answered.

“Nothing, why?” Harry shrugged with his phone held between his shoulder and ear as he spun the soccer ball on his fingertip.

“Did you not see my text? Girls, our house, movies, games, bedrooms, alone. You should’ve gotten it right away,” Niall scoffed by his friend’s apparent oblivion.

Harry rolled his eyes, “I understood what you were saying, Niall, but I’m not interested. Don’t let me stop you from hosting, though.”

Niall stared at his phone in shock with his hand slapped on his forehead. He double checked to make sure he was on the phone with the right person because even though the voice was the same, his words were the complete opposite of his true self. He hated how Harry was becoming some sort of holy virgin who avoided all seduction that was thrown his way.

“Where are you? Are you busy or something? I mean, it’s not like you wouldn’t move everything out the way for this opportunity,” Niall asked, still trying to understand what was happening to his best friend.

Just then, footsteps grew louder as they approached the door, harmonized with slow grumbling. Harry’s smile instantly grew as the ticking hours counted down to only a few seconds. He turned to his side with his head still snuggled in her pillow.

“I’m hanging out with a friend, okay? I have to go, have fun,” Harry brushed Niall off and immediately hung up before tossing his phone to the side.

His heart rapidly pounded as the door unlocked and the handle was pushed down to reveal the girl he had been thinking about since the night before when she overtook his dreams. The only thing that caught him off guard was the deep frown on her face.

She didn’t acknowledge Harry’s presence, at first, as she threw her bag near her closet and walked to her bed. She slammed her hands on the mattress, right near his stomach and muttered under her breath.

Even though she was in an obvious pissy mood, Harry still couldn’t get over how surreal she was. Her head dropped down with her hair falling to cover her face. Harry reached out to push the loose strands behind her ear and lifted her chin to his level. Her eyes didn’t meet his as she was still uncomfortable with that kind of contact.

“I missed you,” Harry spoke first, running his hand down her arm that stayed planted on her bed. “Want to tell me what’s bothering you, pretty girl?”

"Boys are so stupid,” She muttered. “Why do I even bother interacting with them? They just itch me in all the wrong ways. Their fucking rude, misogynistic, and straight up idiots. Like, of course, with my luck, I have to partner up with the most grating person ever and do all the work because he can't even read to the letter 'g’," she grumbled, covering her eyes with one of her hands.

Harry continued to stare at her, taken aback by her outburst because she never spoke like that around him. She always waited until she was alone to let out her frustration. But he was glad she felt comfortable enough to speak like that in front of him. It was a step in the right direction to having her like he wanted.

"That’s annoying," Harry commented. Y/N finally looked over at him with a shy smile, making his heart literally explode. She was so fucking pretty.

"Yeah, agreed," she giggled, “I thought you’d be back at the frat with your friends, making out with some hot girls.” Harry rolled his eyes and hit her in the shoulder, which made her laugh.

“Not interested in making out with some hot girl if it isn’t you,” Harry bluntly spoke, tapping her lips boldly. Y/N instantly blushed, trying to hide her cheek in her shoulder as they both felt that giddish tickle in their stomachs.

Y/N sighed, leaning forward so she was almost hovering over Harry’s face. “One of your girl friends asked where you went last night. You left her in your bedroom and didn’t return her texts,” She said in a whisper, remembering the nasty interaction she had with that girl. “Then she wanted to know if you were going to be at the frat house today for the movie and sex night planned.”

Harry instantly realized why Y/N mentioned making out with other girls, just by the way she spoke. He frowned as he watched her knowingly stare at him. A small smirk was spread across her face, but it was lingering with a hint of sadness. Y/N was quickly falling for this guy who wouldn't leave her alone, even though she grew to love it. She knew he was a typical frat boy who couldn't resist the girls that threw themselves at him, but she had hoped she was good enough to make him stop.

They weren’t dating so Harry wasn’t obligated to give all of himself to Y/N. She had to make it known that no one else should have him but her. The problem was, Y/N was terrible at doing that. She wasn’t good at expressing her feelings or showing Harry how much he affected her life since the moment he talked to her that day at practice. So, it wasn’t fair to get mad at him because she wasn’t trying as hard as all the other girls to prove that she deserved to have him all to herself.

“She was really pretty, so I get it,” Y/N tried to brush off her slight anger. “I was just wondering why you came here last night instead of staying with her. I have less to offer and I’m not really—”

“I left her because she wouldn’t leave me alone, baby. I was going to invite you to stay at mine but I didn’t know other people besides my roommates were going to be there. She happened to be one of those people and wouldn’t stop begging me to sleep with her. I told her constantly that it wasn’t going to happen but she apparently couldn’t accept that, so I decided to just come to yours,” Harry simply explained. Y/N paused, staring at him dumbfounded. He watched her expression blankly, and she suddenly started feeling like a complete idiot.

She groaned and covered her eyes. Harry just laughed it off because it did sound sketchy that a girl was in his room late last night.

“Shit, wow, I’m an idiot,” she mumbled.

“No, don’t say that. It’s totally cool, and I’m glad we were able to clear that up, ya know?”

“Harry, stop. You can be mad at me for assuming. I shouldn’t have but—“

Harry suddenly caressed Y/N cheek and said, "You know I like you, right?" Y/N furrowed her brows before she laughed.

"I mean, I sure hope you do because this would be a very awkward one sided friendship,” she shrugged, holding his wrist as he brushed his thumb along her cheek and lips. “And you slept in my room so that would be weird if you didn’t like me."

Something about her slight oblivion made Harry like Y/N even more, if that was even possible. It might've also turned him on a little bit, but that was just because he knew how much work he’d have to put into winning her heart.

"No, baby, I mean, I like like you,” Harry shook his head, making Y/N brows furrow, “The 'I want to date you and have you all to myself, but not just because you're amazing in every way, but because I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you' kind of like.”

Y/N was at awe at his sudden confession.

“Harry, are you serious?”

“I don't want to scare you away or put you under any pressure, but I really think I want to marry you, Y/N. I wouldn't say I see us in twenty years having ten kids, being stuck with miserable cubicle jobs, and coming home to sleeping on opposite sides of the beds because I’m just too crazy about you to let us end up that way. But I do want you to be my wife one day, and I don't even mind if you keep your last name. If you want to make a name out of yourself and keep it, then I’m all for it, but I just want to know that you’re mine and I’m yours."

Harry let out a long breath when he finished, scattering his eyes around her face to figure out what she was thinking as she stared back blankly. Y/N wasn’t one to advertise her feelings with her face so Harry waited for words to be spoken. He just continued to rub her cheek and smile at her. Yeah, he definitely wanted this girl to be his wife one day.

Y/N took a minute to process what he was trying to say, and when she did, the first thing she said was, "You're a psycho." Harry would’ve taken that reaction the wrong way if he didn’t see the small smile spread over her lips. She switched from holding herself up by her one hand to leaning down on her elbows so she was brough closer to Harry’s face.

"I’d call it hopeful," He shrugged.

"How are you so sure about me? I’m not even sure about myself, and I don’t know how to be a good partner. I’m so… weird," Her voice dropped to a whisper as she glanced away. “You’ve had a lot of girlfriends so that’s a lot of people to compare myself to, and I don’t think I’m the right person for this.”

“Well, that’s for me to decide and I’ve already made up my mind, so this will only work if you’re all in, like me.”

Y/N sighed, biting her lip nervously. If she had known her afternoon would end up here, she would’ve mentally prepared herself weeks ago. And it showed all over her face that she was insecure about her dating abilities.

“You don’t have to answer me now, Y/N. Just think about it,” Harry grabbed her attention by turning her face towards him. “I’m very patient when it comes to you, baby.”

“I think you should think about this too, Harry. I literally assumed you had sex with some girl then came to sleep at my dorm. Are you really sure about me?” Y/N huffed.

"Y/N, you aren’t understanding me. I really like you. And I quite desperately want you to be my girlfriend, but only if you want that to happen,” He chuckled. “I don’t want you to have to assume I’m with some girl anymore because I just want to only have you. I don’t need anyone else.”

"Again, why?"

"I want to change your mind about the kind of person I am. I want to be different, and not just for you but for myself. I want to be completely done with random hookups and letting girls have me anytime. I want to belong to someone, and that person is you.”

Y/N reached for Harry’s face and traced his eyebrows with her finger. "Harry, I wasn’t trying to offend you earlier with bringing up that girl. You can do whatever you want with whoever you want."

"I know that, but I only care about being the person you want and more. Only yours."

Y/N went quiet, watching her finger trail the sharp line of Harry’s jawline to his ears. He waited for her to speak again, holding back with more confessions because he didn’t want to overwhelm her any more.

"What if I say no?" Y/N suddenly asked.

"Well I'll leave to cry for a bit, but then come back and ask why. If you really don’t want to try us out then so be it, you know? Simple."

"You'll accept no?" She poked his nose with a lifted brow.

"Why wouldn't I?" Harry frowned.

"Men."

Harry laughed with a nod. "Yeah, I hate them more than you do."

"I don't think that's possible."

"That's probably true. If looks could kill, all the guys here would drop dead instantly,” He shrugged.

Y/N stared at his features, enjoying how close they were. Her eyes slowly trailed down to his lips as they widened into a smile.

"Did that girl kiss you yesterday?" She asked in a whisper.

"No,” He immediately answered back.

"Have you kissed any girl lately?"

"I’ve been obsessing over you lately, was I not obvious?"

Y/N laughed and brought herself closer to him.

“Then can I kiss you?” She asked boldly. Harry’s eyes widened, not expecting for her to ask for that kind of intimacy before him.

He instantly nodded and, as he held her jaw, brought their lips together.

Her lips felt just like he expected, and even better. They were plushy and soft, molding with his just right. She let him lead it into a more rougher make out as his tongue darted into her mouth.

Y/N let out a soft moan as she tried to keep up with the pace of Harry’s lips. His breath tasted like candy, something he was always snacking on, and his mouth was comfortably warm like a fireplace during winter.

Harry pulled away for a quick second, sitting up and motioning for Y/N to join him on her bed. If she wasn’t so comfortable with him, and didn’t just sleep in the same bed as him last night, she would’ve been pretty cautious about his offer. But she was too desperate for his lips again to care.

She threw her leg over his so her knees were on each side of him. He leaned against the headboard and grabbed her waist to pull her closer to his chest. He wasn’t wearing a shirt as he saw no reason to because he hadn’t left her room since that morning.

“Please,” she whimpered under his breath as she waited for Harry to connect their lips again.

“I got you, baby. Don’t worry,” he held her face with one of his hands and brought her back into another steamy session.

The room was filled with soft humming and moans and the ruffles of her sheets as Y/N couldn’t seem to stay put. She kept squirming on his lap, trying to get as close to him as possible.

Harry was in pure heaven, forgetting everything but her. That’s all he wanted on his mind; her.

The pair finally pulled away to catch their breath. Her head fell on his shoulder as she licked her lips in hopes to savor his taste.

"I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over your lips,” Harry sighed, slowly bringing his hands under her shirt to massage her back. He was relieved that she didn’t protest because he was so desperate to feel her warmth.

"What can I say? I'm one of a kind,” Y/N giggled.

"Yeah, you're like a rare Pokémon card or something."

She lifted up her head to look at him. She raised a brow and smirked, “Do you even know what Pokémon's are?"

"Not really, but I know I could get killed if I happen to have a super rare trading card,” he shrugged.

"So by having me, you could get killed?"

"Yeah."

"Then maybe getting married is a bad idea,” Y/N laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. She brought her face close enough to rub her nose against his.

Harry’s heart began to pound loudly, and he was sure she heard it. He wanted to cry because of the relief he had that he finally confessed to her how much he wanted her.

"I never said it wasn't worth it."

"But I don't want my husband dying."

Harry gasped teasingly. “I'm your husband already? You didn't even propose to me, baby."

Y/N joined his joke and frowned. "I don't have a ring."

“Are you serious? This is very unromantic of you. I don't think this thing we're doing is going to work if you can't even get me a proper ring," Harry scoffed.

Y/N pouted and Harry bit his lip to hide an incoming smile from her adorable face. He was about to jokingly apologize, but then Y/N’s eyes suddenly widened.

"Wait, I think I do,” she exclaimed, before quickly hopping off of Harry and her bed. She ran to her bucket full of snacks and blindly searched for what she was looking for. “I have just the thing, my lovely fiancé,” she wiggled her brows at Harry.

He turned to throw his legs off the side of her bed and planted his hands behind him.

“What is it?”

Y/N hummed when she grabbed what she needed and snuck it behind her back. She smiled widely and walked back to stand in front of Harry. He spread his legs so she could stand in between them.

Before she could reveal her surprise, Harry couldn’t help but kiss her forehead and rub her cheek with his thumb.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispered. Y/N was taken back by his words as his face suddenly softened.

“Thank you,” she nodded, glancing away from his intense eyes. He was okay with that because like Coach James said, he wasn’t going to force her to overcome a fear unless she wanted to. “Okay, stop distracting me. Close your eyes.”

“Shit sorry, go on,” he laughed, before straightening his face and shutting his lids close.

All Harry heard was a lot of ruffling of a wrapper and Y/N giggling under her breath.

“Okay, and open,” she exclaimed.

Harry did as she said and looked at her ecstatic face before moving down to what was in her hand. A blue raspberry Ring Pop. He wanted to kiss her all over again.

“Y/N—“

"I just bought a package of them and I was gonna give you one after your practice today because I already knew you were going to do an amazing job, but might as well put them to use now,” she explained, motioning for his hand.

Harry laughed and leaned down to passionately kiss her. She gladly accepted his lips and wrapped an arm around his neck to keep him close.

When he pulled back, he took the ring from her and held her hand with his other. “Let me,” he told her. She shrugged and let him slide the ring pop on her thumb because she had small hands and it didn’t fit on any other.

“Wait, here’s another,” she reached for her nightstand to grab the other ring pop from the package she bought. She ripped it open and gave it to Harry to slide on his own ring finger.

He grabbed Y/N’s pinky with his own and then interlocked them. They decided to use the ring pops as promise rings. He promised to be a better person for Y/N and his own self. She promised to try her best to be a good girlfriend and trust him because things were going to get rocky when it got around campus that Harry was now someone’s.

They finished their confessions with kisses and clinking their ring pops together.

"So, did these confirm that we're dating now?" Harry asked.

Y/N nodded, but then frowned. “What happens after I eat mine?"

"I hope you'd still be my girlfriend,” he answered, already licking her ring pop because he got cherry flavored but preferred blue raspberry. She giggled and reached for his ring to lick his flavor.

"I suppose."

crying, throwing up, falling down the stairs, and everything in between

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles x yn #harrystyles #harry styles fanfic #college!harry #harry styles boyfriend #Harry styles one shot #quiet!yn

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nihilnovisubsole · 1 month

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phew! finally a weekend where i can set aside enough time to type up The Promised Endwalker Stream-of-Consciousness Post. i finished the base story... a month ago? but work has been busy, and i think tumblr benefits from me being quiet sometimes. anyway, what a ride. when you've been building up to the end of your arc for a decade, you want to hit it like an earthquake, and that's exactly what they did.

i think people love endwalker because it fires on all cylinders. it returns - in both story and vision - to the eorzea we love, and the dev team gets to show off everything they've learned. the dungeons and boss fights are dynamic and imaginative and colorful and bring the game's epic sense of scope to bear. the story callbacks are juicy. the music is orchestral again. we're back home, and we're saving the galaxy. what's better than this?

i love that we go to garlemald. i don't - i mean, you know, i don't like garlemald. i shouldn't have to qualify that. but it's hugely narratively satisfying to see the face of the enemy we've been fighting since the first few hours of ARR. you don't think about them when you're beating them up in castrum centri or ala mhigo. they're star wars bad guys. then you meet them on their own turf. you observe firsthand how they starve and cannibalize their own people to feed their obsession with state power and military strength. the wintry environment makes it seem all the more barren and desperate. my favorite part by far. i wish we'd spent more time there.

actually, on that note:

there is an argument that endwalker should've been two expacs. i've heard similar about stormblood - ala mhigo should've been the whole thing, and doma should've been either patch content or an expac of its own. the prevailing theory is that, after ARR, the devs are afraid of letting arcs run long. i can't speak to that, but i wouldn't have minded, that's for sure!

i won't pretend not to be biased. i've noted in many xiv posts that it hurries through its political plots to get to the magic stuff. i felt more conscious of it in heavensward and especially in stormblood. i made peace with it in endwalker. with dessert this good, who am i to complain? i can do small character drama on my own time. for now, the game wants royce to be a big damn shonen hero, and that can be fun, too.

speaking of characters, urianger and estinien have grown on me. this is the arc where, for me at least, the scions have congealed. they're all good, but with any large cast and custom player character, you tend to form the meatiest bonds with a few specific ones. i think royce appreciates urianger's cooler, more mature head. they're both so formal. he realizes she's someone he can confide in. i think she sees estinien as a gifted, but hotheaded whelp, which i find very funny. patience, child. stop sulking. do your breathing drills.

i love thancred's MGS sequence and in from the cold too. they're stressful, but i love that the team tried, you know what i mean? the fact that you can fight enemies in a pinch makes those duties way more bearable than some other games that experiment with stealth.

in from the cold as a whole, honestly. If You Know, You Know

all right, i can't avoid referencing spoilers anymore, sorry. there's a sense of classical tragedy to the whole elpis sequence. it's like watching macbeth or hamlet. you know how it's going to end, and you know you're powerless to stop it, but if they'd just made that different choice! but we had to leave eden. the warrior of light had to end up where they are to finish what elpis started. i don't do fate/destiny plots, but this? i'll take it.

i also knew what would happen going into ultima thule and still came away from it moved. it's strong writing. that's all there is to it. sure, the visuals are haunting, but the dialogue has to sell a gauntlet of difficult character moments, and it pulls it off. on the design side, there's some interesting intentional friction that forces you to linger in the zone and sit with its sense of despair. that part where you have to search the empty park for signs of life? oof

with the majority of the MSQ under my belt, i started sniffing around for what else there is to do ingame. i tried ninja. did terribly. i tried sage. did terribly too, but at least that gave me access to the healer role quests, which, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). the nier raids are gorgeous. i even did the controversial werlyt quests, and terncliff is so cute. i kind of wish we could have another story there!

what's next? i dunno! right now i'm burning through the hildibrand quests before i continue on with endwalker's patch story. the field operation stuff seems interesting to do after the MSQ, in a "hey, you saved the world, but we have more missions for you" way. i've also contracted Triple Triad Collector Disease, so that'll keep me busy for a long time.

all right. one last thing. Real Gamer Moments: i was in a mount-farming party recently, and i said that i sort of collected mounts, but only used the ishgardian chocobo. it's a roleplay thing - it's the chocobo royce took when she ran away from ishgard. one of the party members said "haurchefant would be proud of you." AUGH

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torchship-rpg · 10 months

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Dev Diary 7 - Framework Systems

In Dev Diary 5, we talked about the core dice mechanic of the game; how tools create dice pools which are resolved with your character’s skills. In this Dev Diary, we’ll be talking about some of the universal mechanics which frame play around those dice checks.

Unity

Most of the resources tracked in Torchship are material ones; reaction mass, budgets, supplies, radiation exposure and stress levels. Unity is the one central exception which binds the game together.

Unity is a resource which abstracts the benefits of the trust, goodwill, and sense of community the crew of the rocket have with one another. It’s the personal capacities made available by harmonious operation, how the work put in by everyone is reflected and amplified in its representatives. In short, it’s the Power of Friendship, which as we all know is the most powerful of the five fundamental forces.

Unity is gained through the Impulses and Relationships of the player characters on an individual basis, but is placed into a group pool that anyone can use when they need it. Unity can be used for two things; the first is that you can buy rerolls on any of your Checks with it, giving you another chance to get the successes you need. The second thing you can use Unity for is to remove Stress, one of the four types of Harm that players can take and a common penalty stemming from Checks and Traits.

Having a good pool of Unity is how you offset the penalties that’ll stack up as the situation gets more out of control.

Unity is also created by introducing new members of the Crew. Your rocket leaves spacedock with a half-dozen crew characters defined; if you have six PCs, all your NPCs are just a number. That number is essentially a reserve of guest stars. If you need some Unity for a challenge up ahead, or you need an expert for a task none of the players have Certs in, you can bring in an NPC guest star to generate some Unity, defining who they are, what they’re good at, and playing a few scenes with them. After that point, they go into your roster to be brought back for situation rolls when needed.

In this way, the number of people who are not yet defined on your rocket becomes a quantum foam of potential skills, expertise, and relevant hobbies you can tap as needed. This also means that rotating members of your crew off the rocket when you resupply can be incentivised; if your PCs have picked up the skills you once needed them for, they can leave the rocket and maybe come back later as the captain of a vehicle in distress or something!

Investigation Checklists

As you go through your adventure, the GM can hand you Investigation cards as you come across things that are worth looking into. Investigation cards provide a Thing To Do when you aren’t sure what to do next; finding answers to the questions on the cards is always a good idea.

There’s six types of Investigation Checklists: Anomaly, Site, Technology, Society, Individual, and Incident, each with four predefined questions and one blank spot that either the GM or the players (depending) can fill in with a very specific question. Finding the answers to these questions is how you do Science.

This ties rather directly into one of the framework rules regulating the conversation between players and GMs; whenever the players ask an in-universe question, the GM must always either give the answer, or tell the players what they need to do to find the answer. The Checklist basically acts as a set of pre-defined questions to ask the GM with additional mechanical incentives.

As you fill out the Checklist, it starts to give you bonuses related to the subject of the investigation. 3 Answers give you ongoing Advantage to all Checks involving it, while 5 Answers additionally gives a +1 to all your Checks involving it. When you approach a problem you’ve fully mapped out, you have a much easier time; you essentially get home turf advantage anywhere you’ve done enough science at.

Finally, knowledge is power, and that means that there’s bureaucrats who really like to learn about stuff. Each and every tick you make on a checklist is rolled as a d6 in a big pool at the end of the episode for a chance to generate Credits, a metacurrency we’ll talk about at the end of this update. You’re never quite sure what information will be useful, or for what, but science isn’t something Star Patrol is doing just for its own sake; anything you learn might end up being the key part for a technology, a treaty, or a military strategy.

It also means that investigation is never, entirely, innocuous. You might be studying the inside of a black hole for the pursuit of pure truth and scientific curiosity, but somebody back home might look at it and figure out a really funny trick to pull involving an artificial singularity and somebody else’s war rockets.

Relationships

This one is pretty simple. Every PC has a relationship to another PC, and we represent that with four attitudes you can have toward another person. Are they just a comrade, are they your best friend, are they a rival, or do you have a crush on them?

Every one of these affects the way you work alongside them. When you help your Bestie, you get an extra reroll, like there was a mini pool of Unity between you. You can generate Unity by one-upping your rival, so it actually benefits the whole team to have healthy competition, provided it doesn’t get out of hand.

And, this being a game by me, having a Crush is very funny. When your Crush helps you with something, an extra Unity is generated for the team… and you promptly have to reroll one of your successes as you start saying the dumbest things you could possibly say and your hands start shaking. You know, as you do.

Relationships are not inherently linked; you might have a Crush on somebody who considers you their Rival, for instance. However, it’s generally best for the team if relationships are symmetrical, because the bonuses stack with one another; two rivals competing will always result in 2 Unity for the team and Besties working together means 2 rerolls.

Mutual Crushes are the best though, because you get a proper will-they-or-won’t-they system. Every episode that goes by where the two are crushing on one another but having acted on it, you mark a track. When they finally get over themselves and smooch, you get a massive amount of Unity for each mark on the track, which also incentivises them doing this dramatic thing at moments when you absolutely need like thirty bazillion Unity for the task ahead.

At that point characters become Sweethearts, which removes the rerolled Success as you stop being such a mess.

Scarcity

I’ve saved the best for last. Or worst. Biggest, for certain.

Torchship does not have replicators. They do not exist. There is no technology that magically turns nothing into something. Instead, your spaceship has huge stores of fuel, food, spare parts, print-stock, ammunition, reaction mass, and everything else it might need for the journey. Every spare inch of space not dedicated to somebody sleeping or a machine working is packed with shelves, boxes, crates, and storage tanks. Over the course of your adventures, you’ll use all that stuff up.

There are three broad categories of scarce resources your spacecraft carries with it. Your Reaction Mass is the stuff you shoot out the back of the engines to go places. The back of your spacecraft is basically one or more olympic swimming pools worth of water, hydrogen, decane, or other fluid for your rocket to use up, which can also be used as emergency coolant and, in some cases, as fuel for a fusion reactor. Even though you have an FTL drive, you’ll still use it up circularising orbits, manoeuvring in combat, and fuelling shuttles, probes, and missiles.

Your Supplies are a generic amalgamation of all the random stuff you have to carry to keep the rocket running. Just about everything worth doing costs supplies; you need it to build tools and shuttles, you spend it on repairs and medicine, you shoot it out of your guns and missile tubes, you breathe it and eat it every single episode.

Rather than representing Supply as a big number that goes down until you’re out, you simply mark a tally down every time you use Supply. When the tally reaches your vehicle’s Supply Threshold, you take a Shortage; the GM tells you something is running low, or something that was running low is now out. There’s dozens of potential shortages listed in the rules, allowing the GM to pick one that is most relevant to how you’ve been spending supplies. You can run out of ammunition, food, spare parts, filters for life support, and weird matter for the FTL drive or gravity coils, among others. As time goes on, you’ll run out more and more.

Finally, most Star Patrol craft carry Antimatter, as fuel for the reactor and engines. You use this up sparingly when you overcharge either, or if you pack it into a missile to make a powerful antimatter warhead. You always have to be careful doing so, because antimatter is expensive, and running out means the next episode is going to be about you not having any antimatter and not being able to do very much about it.

You can, to a limited degree, replenish these resources in the field through salvage and barter with others, but most of the time you’ll need to do it through official channels, either calling for resupply or trading with people using, you know, money. This is where Credits come in.

Credits are an abstraction of the surplus wealth of the Star Union, as well as representing the universal, antimatter-backed trade currencies of Local Space. You can buy any of the scarce resources above using Credits, and you can also use it to unlock new capabilities and technologies for the Union or improve your vehicle. It is to your entire civilisation what XP is to characters.

Credits are not passively generated; like XP, you have to earn them. As mentioned above, filling out Investigation Checklists can earn you some credits, but it might not be enough; you need to at least generate a minimum number per episode to cover your Union Dues, otherwise shortfalls back home start to be an issue. The rest of the Credits are earned by finding strategic resources that the Union can use; reserves of metals, lithium, and exotic materials, for instance, but also useful allies or destroyed vessels from hostile nations in wartime. Prospecting is very often the most lucrative, as you usually find plenty of resources as a side effect from snooping around.

Here’s the catch, tough; it’s not enough just to find resources in many cases, you need to secure them. That means making sure that your pesky rivals don’t have a claim on it, yes, but it also means ensuring that the resources can be extracted. A big load of titanium on a planet isn’t actually very valuable, but a big load of titanium on a planet with a local workforce friendly to the Union and sufficient spacelife capabilities will earn you a fair number of credits.

Many resources, like exotic materials, simply don’t exist at all without being artificially created, so securing them is more about diplomacy than prospecting. Other times, there may be things that need solving to make the resources available; maybe it's in the territory of a state on the planet hostile to the Union, or the impoverished locals might not have the ability to build the infrastructure needed to exploit the resource. You can, in some cases, actually end up spending some Credits as developmental aid to ‘solve’ those issues and earn more in the long run.

You may notice this might, in some circumstances, create some perverse incentives. To which we respond…

Yeah. That’s the game.

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During the game he does not see her. Kyle 'Gaz' Gerrick with the number three on the back is busy running after the ball just like the other 21 idiots who thougt it would be fun to become professional players.

It never feels that fun anymore after 80 minutes of running in the summer heat.

Just a few minutes left to score. To make the game and go home. This was their home turf after all, why was it that hard?

Gaz tries to ignore the screams around him, only pays half attention to the trainer wildly gesticulating and waving at him. All that is left in his mind is the cursed ball and the opponents goal.

Lot's of red shirts between him and his target. Man, he is glad his team has a different colour.

Gaz, the star of the league, takes a deep breath.

Then he sprints off.

And he tackles someone, and he gets the ball, and he does not know anymore how to breath but somehow he does it anyway, and he runs and he kicks and makes it around all the red shirts, only a couple of them left and he does not even see properly anymore but he knows the goal is somewhere there so he squints his eyes and takes the last air in his blood stream to REALLY FUCKING SEE WHERE HE NEEDS TO GO and then he kicks and-

"Goal!"

The stadium erupts around him but Gaz hardly notices any of that. His chest is heaving, fighting for that precious oxygen. His team mates scream around him, hug him, jump at him. He barely notices, only swallowing his own spit in a sorry attempt to gather himself.

The referee calls the game, the time was off anyway.

Gaz still barely registers what's happening around him. And then he hears it.

A click. And another one. He looks around to the sidelines, wide-eyed and not sure how he managed to hear something so faint in a stadium so loud.

A woman from the press team aims her camera at him, takes a few shots before lowering the bulky thing and smiles at him.

Gaz half working brain registers it as the most beautiful smile from the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

He smiles back, attempting something of a shy wave before he gets tackled to the ground by his teams goaly.

masterlist

#grimmwriting #cod au #football au #cod football au #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz mw2 #gaz garrick #kyle garrick #john price #captain price

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slimthicksonnett · 2 years

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Bruins to England (Jessie Fleming)

Re-upload!

Anon Request: bruin teammate reader who’s best friends with Jessie but both wanna be more? Reader goes to Arsenal when Jessie goes to Chelsea and they realize during/after a game. just oblivious mutual pining

Take it easy on me, clearly international isn’t my specialty. (It wasn't my specialty at the time of writing and I don't have the energy to edit sorry bout it babes)

Word Count: 3800 ish???

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“What am I supposed to do without you next season?” Jessie groans, flopping onto your bed. You rolled your eyes looking at the younger girl who had decided to take over your side of the shared dorm room.

Ever since freshman year at UCLA when you had first been roomed together, the two of you had been inseparable. The only times you weren’t attached at the hip was when she was back playing in Canada or you were home in England. Those days were long and tiring for everyone around you because when Jessie wasn’t by your side for an extended period of time you had a tendency to get snippy. For the longest time you weren’t exactly sure why you got like that without her but now, nearing the end of your senior year, you were seeing exactly what various teammates and fans had been trying to point out all along.

“You could always come with me.” You smiled, laying down beside the other midfielder on your bed. Turning to face you, your best friend furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and you smiled at the little creases it made on her forehead.

“I can’t play for England, I’m Canadian.” The point was made matter of factly and you rolled your eyes at the other girl, as if you could ever forget that fact.

“No, but you could play international.” Finally getting what you had been insinuating, Jessie’s dark eyes lit up.

“I could, couldn’t I?” She mused, a grin breaking out over her face. Watching the way her face was consumed by her smile made the corners of your mouth twitch up. Internally, you were pleading that the younger girl would follow you back to England. Though she had been with you before, playing with her there would be a totally different experience. For once, you thought, you’d be on your turf.

“Though probably not at Arsenal, pretty sure our middies are all taken up.” Between you, Danielle, and Jill, the Arsenal WFC roster ran deep for midfielders. Jessie’s smile faltered slightly as she realized you were right. For a split second, Jessie really did consider changing her position, anything to be with you out on the field again. She knew the two of you were a powerful pair on the pitch and according to everyone around you, that proved to be true off the field as well.

“Oh I could never play for Arsenal anyways.” She said in fake disgust and you sat up and gave her a playful glare, unsure of where she was going with this.

“And why is that?” Jessie grinned again when she had your attention, happy to clear the sadness from the air.

“Because, those jerseys? No thank you. Nobody looks good in that shade of red.” Jessie shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and you gasped dramatically, quickly rolling over.

“Take it back!” You dug your fingers into Jessie’s side and she screeched loudly, flailing wildly to try and get you to stop.

“It’s true!” She hollered between laughs as you both rolled across the bed. “It’s maroon, who looks good in maroon?!”

“Me, I do! At Least I better because that’s what I’ll be wearing.” You huffed, pushing Jessie down and frowning at her. As you stilled your face blushed bright red as you realized the position you were in. Waist pinned beneath your thighs, you could feel Jessie’s breathing grow even heavier than it was moments ago as her signature red cheeks flamed even brighter. You were sure that Jessie’s breathing was only heavy due to the little scuffle between you both because star division one soccer players definitely get out of breath from a tickle fight, right?

“I don’t think so, but I guess we’ll have to see.” Your teammates normally soft, timid voice was stronger now. Teasing, almost, the way it was on the field. It wasn’t a side you were used to seeing from her off the field and you could barely open your mouth to speak as her hands rested on your thighs.

Her brown eyes were locked with yours and it was easy for you to get lost in them. Now for once since the start of your friendship and the start of your realizations of just who Jessie was to you, you let yourself do just that.

The shade of brown reminded you of the Earth that Jessie was so infatuated with. It made you think that perhaps the little introverted midfielder had stared at the world so long it had become a part of her.

You shivered lightly when her thumbs brushed against your thighs, your Bruins practice shorts have slid up at some point giving her complete access to your bare skin. For once, you were certain that the blush on your cheeks was even brighter than hers. There was a knock on your dorm door and you yelped in surprise, almost falling backwards off the bed. Of course, Jessie wasn’t about to let that happen for, lets say, the sake of the team. She sat up quickly and her hands immediately shot out, grabbing you on either side of your hips and pulling you into her lap. Your breathing was rapid from the adrenaline your near fall had caused you but it nearly stopped all together when the eyes you had been admiring beneath you moments ago were barely an inch away.

“Fleming! Y/L/N! I know you’re both in there so hurry it up, we start in ten!” The voice behind the door belonged to their no nonsense goalie Teagan who always seemed to be the one in charge of getting the other two seniors to practice on time. Even in their current position, both girls laughed at the Australian who sounded annoyed as hell.

“Hold on, we’ll be out in a minute!” You hollered, begrudgingly leaning your head away from Jessie’s as you didn’t want to scream in her face. Following the motion of your head, you carefully slid off of Jessie whose hands stayed on your hips until you safely had both feet on the ground.

“Seriously though Jess,” You said, grabbing your soccer bag off your desk and throwing a look backwards at her. “Think about it.”

And with that you were out the door, trying so hard not to think of the feeling of Jessie Fleming’s hands on your hips.

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It had been weeks since you had seen Jessie and you were seriously struggling. After graduation from UCLA, a lot of tears, and heartfelt ‘see you laters’, you had made your way home to England and onto the Arsenal women’s team. What made it worse was that Jessie was still so close, but training schedules made it nearly impossible to make the hour drive to see her. If you weren’t at work outs or practices with Arsenal, Jessie was caught up in practices of her own with Chelsea.

“You know, when I told you to go international with me, this isn’t how I pictured it.” You complained, staring at Jessie’s freckled face on your computer screen. The other girl let out a sigh in understanding and nodded her head.

“I know, but now that preseason is done, we’ll be able to see each other more! Plus, you’ll see me tomorrow.” Fleming’s words were both reassuring and saddening. The first time you’ll be able to see your favorite human in person was going to be on the pitch where you would be playing against her.

“It’s about time.” You huffed and Jessie laughed loudly, making you smile widely. You missed that laugh so much.

“There’s that smile I’ve missed.” Jessie said, scrunching her nose up and looking at the screen. You rolled your eyes as you continued smiling and prayed that the crappy laptop camera quality covered your blush. Before you could respond there was a knock-on Jessie’s door before it opened and many of her new teammates came piling in. One in particular flopping directly into her lap. Awkwardly as ever, Jessie looked from the girl laying across and then up to the screen.

“Um, sorry Y/N/N, obviously Sam and some of the girls are here so I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later?” Jessie knew her best friend like the back of her hand and she could literally feel the annoyance coming off of her. She cursed Kerr internally for flopping onto her lap and clearly giving you the wrong impression as to what their relationship had evolved into over the last month or so.

“Yeah, alright. Most of the team is here anyways so I guess I’ll go talk with them.” Your response was cold and Jessie felt it, hell everyone who heard you felt it. The tension was clear as you set down the laptop, ready to get up and move into the living room area with the rest of your team.

“Hey!” Jessie shouted, her voice much louder and stronger than it ever got with you outside of the field. You whipped your head around, eyes wide at the firm tone.

“Yes?” It came out as a whisper and you were almost embarrassed by how soft you sounded. Oh how the tables have turned.

“I love you.” Annoyed as you were, you smiled.

“I love you more Jess.”

“Not possible.” This is what it sounded like every time you two tried to leave or hang up the phone. Ever since you and Jessie had become close, this little interaction is how you finished all your conversations and to say that it didn’t make both of your hearts skip a beat would be a lie. With a quick wave, you let Jess disconnect the call.

Walking into the lounge area of the suite, you let out a deep sigh and plopped onto the couch. Laying down, you rested your head in Vivianne’s lap and closed your eyes, not really wanting to think about Jessie Fleming for a few minutes. Without even questioning it, Viv brought her hand down to play with your hair while looking down at you with concern.

“What’s wrong, rookie?” Viv asked, slightly confused by your sudden appearance and need for affection. Before you could bring yourself to answer, Leah decided to insert herself in the conversation.

“Damn Y/N, giving Fleming the third degree?” You opened your eyes to look at the defender, narrowing your eyes and questioning how she would know.

“Bethy rang and said you got kinda pissy when they all showed up in her room.” Of course Bethany called her national teammate to get the details, nosey woman.

“We were in the middle of a conversation.” You grumbled, closing your eyes again in annoyance.

“One that was interrupted by Sam Kerr jumping into Jessie’s lap?” Your eyes opened again to look at Nobbs who just shrugged at your glare. “Don’t kill the messenger, England told us.” Groaning you turned so your face was in Viv’s stomach, hiding you away from your teammates. The group of girls was staring at you, trying to hide their smiles watching you get jealous over Jessie.

“You’re hopeless Y/N, you know that?” Viv asked and you just nodded.

“Yup, sure do.”

Tomorrow was going to be a long game.

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Jogging onto the pitch, your head was in the clouds. Your pregame mindset was normally focused, full of observation, and keen on warming up. Today however, you couldn’t keep your thoughts straight. Your attention kept bouncing around from your teammates to your opponents, all in close proximity on the sidelines.

That was, of course, until a familiar pair of hands grabbed you by the waist. You spun around in shock and game face to face with the brown eyed girl you had been missing for weeks now.

“Jess!” You screamed, throwing your arms around her neck tightly. In that moment, you truly felt grounded, as if somehow Jessie Fleming had become your tether to Earth.

“Hey there.” Jessie buried her face in your neck, wrapping her hands tightly around your waist.

“I’ve missed you so much, little lion.” You admitted, stepping back from the embrace. Jess smiled softly at the old nickname you had given her freshman year as a joke about how the flyaways from her ponytail looked like a lion’s mane. Now, playing for Chelsea, the nickname held a whole different meaning.

“I’ve missed you too. Really I do, um, I actually came over her to ask you … do you want to go out after the game?” You smiled and shrugged your shoulders.

“Of course, we always go out after we play.” Jessie groaned internally at the beautiful girl in front of her and she could feel her teammates watching her smugly.

“I know we always go out after we play like as a team but I mean-” Before Jessie could finish her sentence, admitting her true purpose of trying to ask her long time crush to go out with her, Sam Kerr appeared out of the blue. Perfect.

“You may be bestfriends off the pitch, but we’ve got a game to win. Let’s go, little bit!” Kerr was bouncing on her toes as she spoke, snatching Jessie’s arm and starting to pull her away. Jess gave you an apologetic look but any softness that had been on your face before was gone as you stared down Kerr in a way that even made Jessie nervous. On the other end of the field, the Chelsea team all simultaneously facepalmed at Sam's idiotic behavior in interrupting the interaction of the two girls they had all been working on getting together.

Finally focused, and brimming with anger and frustration, you stalked back over to your team.

“What’s wrong, rookie?” Daniëlle asked as she placed a hand on your shoulder, repeating the same sentiments that Viv had asked last night.

“Nothing. Let’s just win this game please.” With that you practically ripped yourself out of Danis touch as you went to the bench.

Like you had thought the night before, the game was tough. Chelsea got two goals in past a very distraught Manuella who looked ready to kill her backline and for some reason no one was able to properly push their way up in the midfield. Finally, coach got sick of it.

“Y/N, go get warm. I want Roord out of there. I need someone on Fleming who knows how this girl plays! And for the love of god, watch Kerr!” You nodded your head at the command and began moving on the sidelines. Truth was, you’d been itching to get in all game and Roord’s bad day gave you the opportunity you needed. Moments later you were on the pitch.

“Well look who made it.” Jess teased as you took Roords position to her right. You cast her a sideways glare which made her laugh but you just rolled your eyes and got ready for the start of the game play. Watching your mark, you were quick to snag a ball that was intended for Jess. You laughed internally as you moved past her, wondering how her teammates still hadn’t learned that any pass to her left side was a poor idea if she wasn’t properly prepared. Jess cursed under her breath but before she could make a move towards you, a familiar forward broke the line and was on your tail.

Your eyes scanned the field for an open pass but like they had the whole game, Chelsea was making it impossible to get movement on the ball to a teammate. With Kerr still on your ass, you made the quick decision to follow it through the remaining few feet yourself. All you needed to do was get past their defense and you were set, Berger was in goal meaning that if you somehow managed to push through, you knew exactly how to score.

Tensions were high as your teammates did their best to move around and clear the path for you, knowing the Chelsea girls were more likely to try and keep their own marks covered than to break and try to steal the ball back. Then, you saw it. With Magda sufficiently distracted by a speedy Viv, you dashed in. Your foot made strong contact with the ball and you watched as it made its way into the upper 90, clearing over the tips of Bergers glove.

Your teammates practically tackled you and you laughed through their embrace. As you took their hugs though, your eyes locked with Kerr who was giving you a glare that you prayed the cameras didn’t quite catch.

It was the last few minutes of play and Arsenal had somehow managed to get a lead, all they had to do was protect it. Kerr gained possession as she slipped past you with a smirk. The forward even had the audacity to flash you a wink. Practically growling in annoyance, you turned your head to Dani who simply nodded and gave you the go ahead. Summoning every last drop of energy, you took off at a speed that even Mallory Pugh would’ve been pressed to beat.

You blew past a confused Fleming who was hollering at Kerr for the pass but Kerr was on a one track mission that you were determined to not let her beat. The mistake came when Kerr just barely paused to read the field in front of her as Arsenal’s playing style rapidly changed. Taking a deep breath, you launched yourself forward. Extending your right leg as you slid forward, your cleat made complete contact with the ball which was pushed forward into the waiting boots of Leah.

Kerr, who had been attempting to move as the tackle was performed, made harsh contact with the ground as she tripped over your extended leg. Smiling smugly internally, you popped up off the ground and jogged back towards the middle of the field. Fuming, Kerr shouted at the ref about the tackle but the ref only shrugged and told her that it had in fact been clean. Moments later, the game ending whistle sounded and Arsenal had won.

Shaking hands with the other team, you tried to catch Jessie’s eye but the younger girl was beyond distracted. Trying not to let it get to you, you made your way into the tunnel and out of the spotlight of the field. Before you could make it to the locker room though, your back was pressed against the cement wall. You yelped in shock and were even more surprised to find you knew the person who had pinned you back.

“Jess?” You questioned, watching the thousands of thoughts that were swimming inside her eyes. The position itself was compromising once again as one Jessie’s hands settled on your hip and her other palm was against the wall beside your head.

“What the hell was that?” The curse was rare and so was the aggressive tone of voice Jess was using. You blinked in confusion, shrinking against the wall.

“What was what?” You tilted your head to the side and Jessie let out an exasperated sigh, tilting her chin upwards towards the roof for a moment.

“That tackle with Kerr! It was beautiful and clean but it wasn’t necessary.”

“Of course it was necessary!” You defended. The aggression that Jessie had was now clearly mirrored in you as you straighten your shoulders and stared her down. “That bitch had it coming!” You spat, angry at the memory of Kerr’s early targeting.

“That bitch is my TEAMMATE now, Y/N!” Jessie yelled, stepping closer to you.

“Yeah? Well she might as well be your new favorite person too because you clearly don’t want me!” Tears were starting to fill your eyes and as you stopped yelling, you could just barely see Jessie’s angry features soften to that of the girl you loved.

“My favorite person? That’s what this is about?” Her voice was softener now, prickling with curiosity and confusion. You simply turned your head to the side, not wanting to look Jessie in the eyes right now and especially not at such a close proximity.

“Hey.” Jessie said, trying to capture your attention again. When that didn’t work, you felt the hand that had been holding your waist move up and under your chin. Her fingers were cold against your warm skin as she gently guided your head until your eyes met hers. When you were finally face to face, she didn’t move her hand away, she simply moved it up and cupped your cheek and you found yourself leaning into the touch.

“Hey.” She said again, staring into your eyes.

“Hey.” You echoed, not knowing what else to do.

“No one else will ever be my favorite person, Y/N. No matter what team I play on or who I spend my time with, you’ll always be my person.” Her voice was as tender as her touch, soft against your cheek. You swallowed harshly when her eyes disconnected with yours for a moment, quickly darting down to your lips before looking back into your eyes. As if an afterthought, Jessie continued.

“You’ll always be my best friend, Y/N/N.” Internally, Jessie was cursing herself. Before this match she had put on her big girl set and tried to finally ask Y/N on a date but now here she was, putty in her hands and calling her ‘best friend’. Suddenly though, you sighed and leaned forward so your forehead was touching Jessie’s.

“I’m not worried about her trying to be your best friend.” You admitted, closing your eyes. “I’m worried about her trying to be something more.”

“Something more?” Jessie whispered, unsure of what you were thinking.

“The way she looks at you and talks to you and touches you…” You trailed off, feeling a tear slide down your face thinking of the budding relationship between the two.

“Y/N, she doesn’t mean anything to me.” She assured you, finally understanding what you meant as she used her thumb to wipe away the stray tear.

“She doesn’t?” You asked, your eyelids fluttering open.

“No. She doesn’t, she’s my teammate. Her or anyone else will never mean to me what you do.” Now, neither girl was looking in the others eyes. Their gazes were both firmly locked in another place: each other’s lips.

In the days to come, neither girl will ever remember who moved first but all that matters is that one of you did.

When Jessie’s lips connected with yours, her entire body warmed. Your touch was electric as you placed your hands on her waist and pulled her body flush against your own. Both of her hands now cupped your face, her fingers gripping at your hair and her thumb tracing your cheek bones. The kiss was anything but soft, teeth clashed as you tilted your head and attempted to pull her impossibly closer to you as you wanted nothing but to feel every inch of her. Eventually, Jessie forced herself to pull back for air. She rested her forehead back against yours and you both stayed like that, panting from the lack of oxygen but never moving from the others touch.

“So, can I take you out now?” Jessie asked and that’s when it hit you and your entire face flushed in embarrassment.

“Holy shit, that’s what you meant.”

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hi hey hello, hope you all enjoyed reading or rereading this. this is a reupload of the first fic i literally wrote right after jessie transferred to chelsea so theres that.

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #canwnt imagine

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alexbkrieger13 · 27 days

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https://www.dr.dk/sporten/fodbold/kvindelandsholdet/brandvarm-harder-er-klar-til-jagte-em-hun-betyder-alt-landsholdet

Brandvarm Harder is ready to chase the EC: 'She means everything to the national team'

After a training camp in Marbella's milder weather in February, it is a slightly different backdrop that Pernille Harder and the rest of the Danish national team have arrived for, ahead of the European Championship qualifiers against the Czech Republic and Belgium.

With heavy rain as the backdrop at the hotel in Viborg and the prospect of sleet and artificial turf later in the day, there is no doubt what the Danish national team captain would choose if the opportunity presented itself.

- It was great to be in Marbella, but it's the tournament matches that you think are fun. I'm looking forward to getting out and playing for something, says the 31-year-old profile.

And it's no wonder that Pernille Harder looks forward to playing football every time she steps on the field these days.

The last five games have featured four goals, two assists and a decisive penalty kick in the German cup semi-final for the big club Bayern Munich.

After a long period of constant bumps in the road, including in the form of injuries, it thus appears that the offensive ace has hit top speed again.

Doesn't fly up when things are going well

Before this week's meeting, national coach Andree Jeglertz has also tripped to meet his captain with open arms. The aforementioned injury period has to that extent patched up Jeglertz's takeover of the national team, and although Harder has still delivered, a little extra confidence is not to be missed.

- When a player comes in with confidence and a feeling that she is in good shape, it rubs off on the other players. So when Pernille does it, we are happy, says Jeglertz.

Having said that, the 52-year-old Swede has never been prone to deep wrinkles, even though everything may not have gone smoothly for Denmark's biggest star.

- I think she has a fairly mature mindset. She doesn't fly up when things are going well, or fall too deep when things are going the other way. You can really feel an experienced player who can handle both success and adversity, says Andree Jeglertz.

Experienced, or just a world star with your feet firmly buried in the Jutland soil?

Regardless, the most important thing for the protagonist himself is to feel comfortable on the field.

Means everything to the national team

Regardless of whether Harder is successful at his club or not, there is no doubt that the captain is a vital part of the Danish national team.

In the last three games, there have been four goals for Denmark's number ten, and therefore the long-term team-mate Sanne Troelsgaard is also pleased that her captain is coming into the Danish camp hot.

- I love being on the team with her, and the fact that she is Danish, I think we benefit from that. When we have a captain who enjoys playing and is in great form, it naturally rubs off on the rest of the team, says Sanne Troelsgaard, before emphasizing Harder's importance to the Danish team.

- She means everything to the national team and IS the national team. Not least in our offensive, where she must shine and take responsibility. She performs every weekend and scores a lot of goals. I hope we can benefit from that here, and get her to play well so that she can decide it, says Sanne Troelsgaard.

Even though the rain falls in thigh-deep rays, the weather forecast calls for sleet, and the legwear needs a little extra treatment after the 120-minute cup semi-final on Sunday, at least it's nothing that seems to affect Pernille Harder's desire to get out and give it gas on the football field in the next two games.

Behind the smile, however, there are also a pair of steely eyes, as the fiery striker is asked about the matches against the Czech Republic and Belgium.

- We must have six points and so on. That is absolutely certain, says Pernille Harder.

#pernille harder #woso #fc bayern frauen #fcb frauen #woso article #denwnt

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bored-wallflower · 7 months

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Coroika Swap au of sorts

in which the blue team are the plaza’s star players while the S4’s skill set varies from rookie to below average

Rider and his team stay at where they’re at in canon

Each member of the blue team has their own reputation in turf

Headphones is known for being impossible to sneak up on, she’s especially notorious among those who use louder weapons

Specs is considered a master strategist

Goggles is super fast and difficult to keep up with

And Bobble Hat is a wild card, no body knows what’s she’ll do next which most find intimidating

Before their current teams, Skull, Mask, Aloha, and Army tried to form a team together sometime pre canon, it didn’t go well

Needless to say they aren’t on the best terms at first but they begin to get along eventually

Army has a one sided rivalry with Bobble

#Coroika #coroika au #splatoon manga #coroika swap

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magdasabs · 2 years

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"Pernille Harder switched to the Swedish club Linköpings FC in 2012, and during her time at the club she won not only titles, but also teammate Magdalena Eriksson's heart.

However, it was not love for a teammate that was in the cards when Harder replaced Denmark with Sweden. She had always been in a relationship with a man.

And to that extent it started the thoughts of the Danish world star.

- It was of course a little special when I have always been with a guy and thought that I should be with a guy for the rest of my life. That you then suddenly got feelings for a girl, it put some questions like: "What is this?"

Harder started thinking about the Swedish teammate all the time and wanted to be with her constantly. And the great infatuation between the two teammates came creeping over the math books.

- When I got that feeling of being in love, I could feel that it was different than if we were just friends.

- 'Magda' and I were seen a little off the field when we read math together. We had a good circle of friends with two others that we were with. But it developed, and then we also ended up being more alone together.

Pernille Harder has always been the guarantor of scoring on the turf, but with Magdalena Eriksson she needed help for once, and then it all fell into place for a party where Harder finally found himself and the love of his life.

- We went to a party where there was probably a little alcohol involved. I’m also the kind of person who goes after my emotions, and so when that happened, it actually came pretty natural to just try and see what it was.

It was the feelings for Eriksson that gave Harder the courage to jump out.

- That was how I was, so I did not want to go with it myself anymore. It weighs a bit to go with something like that.

- I just wanted it out. Tear off the patch and then just live life the way I really am.

- I felt I changed my identity

Even though Pernille Harder was sure of her infatuation, it was still scary to have to tell it to family and friends because she had previously been in a long relationship with a man.

- I remember I was very nervous because I had been with a guy who was also a football player and we were very much like the perfect couple and everyone saw me as Pernille who was with my boyfriend back home in town.

It was the idea of being different that influenced Harder, because people would look at her differently now that she was in a relationship with a woman.

- I had been a person all my life who had been in a relationship with a guy and now I was instead with a girl. I got the feeling of being looked at differently because it was not normal to be gay.

- I kind of felt like I was changing my identity in a way, even though I didn't really. I was still the same person, but it was just a feeling that other people would see me differently.

Fortunately, Harder's fears of being seen differently did not become a reality. For the family and friends reacted positively, and it was perhaps because they had already seen the relationship coming, and it was a relief for Harder.

- It was a nice feeling after I told it. There was no one who came up with a bad reaction. But there were probably some who were a little surprised.

- I think you make it a big thing yourself, then you find out that when you have told it, it was like: "Well, was that it?" But as long as one is happy and happy, then those who love one are also happy.

Teammates, competitors and girlfriends

Now Pernille Harder and Magdalena Eriksson have been together for eight years and live daily in London, as they both play for Chelsea FC, where they could call themselves English champions 20/21.

It is natural for the couple to be teammates, they have been both in Linköpings FC and in Chelsea, but they still have an agreement not to take the work too much home.

- When we are for training and for games, we are professionals, but of course we are together, but there we are more colleagues.

- But we have made an agreement that we should not talk too much about Chelsea and football or Linköping when we played there. Because it is important that we can relax.

But even if you are girlfriends in private, there is no discrimination for training, on the contrary.

- It's as if 'Magda' goes a little harder on me sometimes. Just to show that she does not think that we are lovers, Harder tells with a laugh to bold.dk.

In addition to being girlfriends and teammates, Harder and Eriksson can also call themselves competitors for this year's European Championships, as Eriksson is with the Swedish national team. But they have been competitors before.

The pair have previously played against each other in both a Champions League semi-final and a World Cup qualifier. They have a European Championship final to their advantage, but here the winning mentality enters, but until they face each other, they are a supportive couple.

- When we are on the field, we do not think about it. Then we both want to win, so we do not think that we meet each other.

- Until we meet each other, we are supportive, then we help each other, and that's the good thing about it. We know what each other is going through. Should we meet each other, then it will be special.

In her career, Pernille Harder has won seven national championships - two English, four German and one Swedish championship. In addition, Harder has been named Europe's best female footballer in 2018 and 2020, respectively. Alongside her football career, she advocates for LGBTQ + rights."

#pernille harder #this is literal fanfiction 😭#article

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midnight-snailor · 3 months

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Ig for those curious, here are the weapons I think each dbz character ive drawn currently would use in the splatoon au thing I drew

Goku-

Krak on splat roller/splattershot (mainly rollers) He went through using alot of weapons before deciding on the krak on roller. He used to be very indecisive on what he wanted to use.

Vegeta-

Splat dualies (or any dualies in general, prefers using the enperry dualies) he likes being really aggressive, and using dualies help him achieve that. Depending on what he feels like doing, he will use different dualies. He hardly ever uses the dualie squelchers though.

Krillin-

Doesn't participate in turf wars as often anymore, but he often uses Luna blaster. He often did matches with goku as a duo, and would pick a weapon that would be good support for goku's. He also occasionally uses nzap. Plays more salmon run.

Chichi- also doesn't participate very much, but she was a good splatana wiper player. Plays any splatana. She used to be a competitive player, though played less and less after marrying goku. She still plays turf wars occasionally, more often when goku, or her children do.

Yamcha- local tentabrella user, 5 starred v tentabrella though is still figuring out how exactly to use it. He often changes weapons now bc he wants to find a cooler weapon to main.

Bulma- Ink brush player, prefers nouveau over v ink brush. She occasionally uses other brushes and took interest in learning splatanas.

Gohan- Heavy splating deco user. He sometimes plays rollers, but loves using splatlings alot more. Will play any he feels like, but the heavy deco is his favorite.

Trunks- 52 gal user. He uses any of the gal weapons, but occasionally uses dapple dualies if he feels like it.

Goten- splat roller user. He uses any rollers, but also is pretty good with squiffer. His goal is often to be as irritating as possible.

Tien- Splat charger user. He uses any charger, but prefers the regular splat charger.

Bardock- carbon roller deco user. His play style and quick and aggressive, and he often goes for front line weapons when he feels like doing something different. Often plays ranked/anarchy.

Gine- Undercover brella user. She often swaps between v undercover and undercover sorella brella. She'll use any other brella if she feels like it, and also occasionally uses e-liter. She also often plays ranked/anarchy.

King vegeta- Splat dualies user. He'll use any dualies, but prefers v splat dualies.

Raditz- Dynamo roller user. I just think this weapon would fit him. He's fond of heavy hitting weapons, though is still learning how to use them properly. Often swaps between the dynamos.

Turles- octobrush user. He's also grown pretty fond of using the painbrushes, often swapping between them. He's one of those toxic players that taunt after every kill and just mess with people in general. He's also a sore loser. Don't be like him kids

Frieza doesn't play in turf wars. If he DID though he'd use splatana stamper.

Broly(dbs) - heavy splatling user. He'll use any splatling, but heavy is the one he loves using the most. He's still new to turf wars, often playing anarchy with goku and vegeta as they show him the ropes.

Paragus- dualie squelchers user. He found teaching Broly to be frustrating. He was good at fighting and was strong, but he never really took to using the dualies like he had hoped. Man really wanted his son to like his main weapon

Mostly based off of my own headcanons n all that, there'll be more as I think of them but this post is already long enough. If you have questions about the au, feel free to ask!

Idk about the story yet, it's not gonna be 100% a reflection of dbz canon, cause all of it cannot be replicated into splatoon, not every aspect of dbz or dbs will be incorporated either, that'd be alot lmao

I'll also be deviating from splatoon canon n all that as well, just a little tho ^^

Sorry for the word vomit

Already working on what saiyans are, yeah they're octos, but with a twist

Or sumn, still figuring it out.

#splatoon #dbz au #splatoon au #dbz #vegeta #goku #bardock #gine #raditz #turles #chichi #krillin #gohan #trunks #dbs broly #paragus #king vegeta #goten

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tko-draws · 4 months

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“Who else needs a ref?” You may ask. These guys! Them! Slowly but surely adding more Sploons to the list that are based off actual fish lolol

In order c:

- Ansel: Big Fin Squid, he’s a ghost! A ghost who falls in love with his alive roommate! They’re both soso ignorant about each other’s feelings too it’s so fun

- Angel: Basket Star, he sells illegal wares! He’s also a bastard (but sure is pretty)! Angel is just his Alia’s though, his real name is Jared and he hates it lolol

- Tybee: they finally have a full, actual design lol. Echo n Slug’s roomie, miserably works at Splatoon’s equivalent of starbucks, was almost a pro Turf player!

- Gabriel (Guppy): Flamboyant Cuttlefish, this guy is so pathetic it’s so funny to me. Look at him, a wet cat. Got conned into selling his very dangerous venom to people who definitely use it for good reasons (lies)

Will there be more character designs that I’ll have to make more refs for before these are all done? Oh most definitely. Am I trying my best to not create more designs? Tooth and nail, baby.

#tkodraws #splatoon oc #oc design #splatoon art #splatoon 3 #character design #character doodles #doodles #splatoon doodle

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rejectclone · 7 months

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I’ve been on a huge Splatoon kick for MONTHS at this point, so I’ve finally decided to make a Coroika-like OC team! Because since they’re kinda Coroika themed, they have two names, so they’re either named after their gear OR have a codename they use while battling! 🎨🔫

🦑💙🌀 Low-Vis AKA Reject 🌀💙🦑

* Female inkling, she/her

* Natural ink color is is a bright turquoise, which is almost blinding when it’s caught in bright sunlight

* Hairstyle is the iconic Hippie cut, and she’s never changed it in her entire life

* Noticeable facial feature is some near-constant dark circles under her eye mask, even though she does get a full night’s worth of sleep every day. Additionally, the shaping of her eye mask is quite odd, as it’s almost shaped like a pair of sunglasses and is ‘flat’ on top, akin to a straight line

* Sloshing Machine main, secondaries Octobrush (biased towards Sloshers and Brushes + Rollers in general, and they absolutely LOATHE Splatlings and Blasters)

* Hails from Inkopolis, born and raised there for their entire childhood and young adult years

* They’re a indie sofubi artist who moved into Splatsville to sell her original (ancient human culture inspired) sofubi figures to some solid success so far. She does make ends meet by working at Grizz Co., but she has been making good money with her tendency to win small Anarchy tournaments at a good rate

* S+ ranker, pretty big Splat Zones and Tower Control fan, but does enjoy playing Turf incredibly causally

* Leader of the team and is a excellent all-rounder type player, but tends to be a bad sore loser though when suffering from multiple losses in one day, ESPECIALLY after getting a real bad pull from the Shell-Out Machine *cough* pulling a meal ticket *cough*

🐙💗🎛 Aux Box AKA Spare 🎛💗🐙

* Male Octoling, he/him

* Natural ink color is a soft light pink, almost cotton candy-like

* Hairstyle is the Afro cut, but he does have a small X shaped scar on the back of it

* Noticeable facial feature is that due to years of using his favorite main weapon, there is a noticeable ‘dent’ below his right eye socket, on top of his eye mask. Additionally, there are faint scars on top of his knuckles, due to how often his fingers would hit the backside of the trigger guard….. plus getting into occasional fist fights with other competitors

* ONE-TRICK E-Liter 4K Scope main, as he refuses to secondary anything (you’d have to literally kill him to make him just TOUCH any other non-special weapon)

* Hails from Splatville, as he was born and raised there his entire life, amongst other incredibly lucky Octolings whose families dodged being forced to fight in the Great Turf War. Hence, his appearance and demeanor is radically different when compared to Octolings who were in Octavio’s army and defected, and he also seems to be totally disinterested in learning more about his culture’s history

* Once projected to be the next breakout Turf War star in the world, he had suddenly became spiteful in playing that mode and began to dominate Anarchy instead. He seems to be very closed off when being asked why he changed his initial goal in life, and becomes easily agitated when pressed even further on it

* X-Ranker, VERY BIG Rainmaker + Clam Blitz fan and he still absolutely crushes it in Splat Zones and Tower Control

* Second member to join the team, as he was impressed by Low-Vis’ prowess in a random Splatfest match, and was shockingly open to making a causal team, although he does overtake the leadership role every one in awhile (and he does rule with a iron fist, either to incredibly positive success or devastating failure)

🐙💜🌫 Yamagiri AKA Haze 🌫💜🐙

* Female Octoling, she/her

* Natural ink color is a bright lavender, but she can also turn it into a deeper red, essentially on-command

* Hair style is a mixture between the ‘traditional’ Octarian hair cut, and the Pony cut

* Noticeable facial feature is that oddly enough, her eye’s sclera are still tinted green. Additionally, she wears black eyeliner on top of her naturally purple eye mask, to try to fit in more amongst other Inkfish

* Mains Splatana Stamper, secondaries Octo Shot (the LEGITIMATE REAL thing, not at all the replica version)

* Hails from Inkopolis square, but she initially came from Octo Valley and moved into Splatsville for a fresher start in rebuilding up her life

* A former Octarian Army member, she has become disillusioned by the actions of her past and now deeply craves normalcy, once she heard the Calamari Inkantation

* Diehard Tableturf player, as she has a near-complete collection of every card that’s in active play and is a very tough competitor to beat. She makes a living off of the thrill of buying card packs and selling off the rares and secret rares she pulls, and does box set unboxing streams (although she only shows her hands when opening up the card packs, and even wears gloves when she does it to help obscure the shape of her fingertips)

* Third player to join the team, as she genuinely dislikes playing Turf or Anarchy, but does do it for the extra money and tickets at least, as she’s also addicted to the Shell-Out Machine, just like Low-Vis

🦑💛🎣 Paintball AKA Delta 🎣💛🦑

* Male inkling, he/they

* Natural ink color is a muddy yellow, but it can clear up to a more bolder yellow when they’re submerged in other Inkfishes’ ‘cleaner’ yellow ink.

* Hair style is the Spiky-Haired cut, but sometimes he does change it to the Buzz-Cut by just shaving off the spikes on top

* Noticeable facial feature is that the fangs on their beak are so long, that they peek through their lips, essentially causing them to have their mouth always agape so it doesn’t hurt as much. Additionally, their upper arms/upper legs/shoulders/back has some odd looking birthmarks, almost as if his natural biological ink is bleeding through his skin, and is dripping down their entire backside?……

* Krak-On Roller main, secondaries Explosher but on incredibly rare occasions

* Hails from Inkopolis Square?….. not even he himself is sure.

* Supposedly suffers from retrograde amnesia, as they lurk around Splatville at ‘dead’ hours, seemingly just ‘observing’ what’s going on in the area, with a almost dazed expression. It’s unknown where he even lives, as he’s almost always found at the Grizz Co building

* Profreshional Overfisher, as they’re UTTERLY OBSESSED with working at Grizz Co, as he works well over his usual full-time shifts to the point where the company had to tell him to literally go on vacation due to legal reasons. It is said that when out on the job, his normally dazed and meek behavior is RADICALLY changed to a more strict and intimidating aura, almost as if they’re a whole other person?…..

* Last member to join the team, as they are horrifically shy amongst others and is seemingly too scared to use his Kraken special for some odd reason?….. It is a miracle how Yamagiri managed to coax him into joining the team, as she does see potential in having a high ranking Salmon Runner who is INCREDIBLY acutely aware of his surroundings, when in the heat of battle

#these are just some very basic overall details for them! I haven’t decided on the rest of their gear (clothing + shoes) yet lol #I’ll definitely workshop them more later AND I want to explore more on their backgrounds and what species of IRL squid/octopus they are!#Splatoon #my silly cephalopods #yeah that’s going to be the O/C tag for them #vinyl scratching

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