#ban them from the competition

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a Tiktok way too early in the morning for a weekend . His hair is frizzy. It’s somehow hot and wet. He’s being eaten alive by mosquitoes while sitting in a folding chair in a field.

When he pans the camera over a little more, you see Nancy sitting next to him in her own folding chair (her’s has cup holders). Eddie’s just like, “POV: when your same gendered spouse randomly joins a co-ed summer soccer league.”

And then him and Nancy wince at the same time because Steve and Robin somehow kicked each other instead of the ball.

#I think separately Steve and Robin are competitive but as a team they are insane #The party actually banned them from being partners for charade because they’re basically mind-melded #Neither Eddie or Nancy care about soccer but they’re here for support and they will remain here #until Nancy murders the guy that keeps trying to get the crowd to do the wave #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

never underestimate the power and joy in thinking about your own Guys doing normal people things. my brain is awash with delight

#it can very Telling! it can help discover more about them and their dynamics! #i greatly enjoy carnivals and fairs and im thinking about some of my fine fellows at one #oh its fun. its fun... #they're standing in line for funnel cake... #sundown refuses to leave the animal section. she sees the budweiser clydesdales and is Enamored #seven and grayson are trying every single snack they can find #aces wins as many things as he can for grayson... k.z comes along bc what the fuck else is she going to do... #she discovers that hey. fair games are fun actually. it becomes a Competition #moth keeps floating between everyone. checking in. keeping them company in lines. #distracting the staff so that sundown can sneak through the fence and pet the gigantic horsies #she strokes their noses and thinks fondly of ryan... who didnt want to come... #they converge for Rides #and get permanently banned from every public event in the state <3 #what happened? who's to say... there were ambulances called... and some fire engines... #they all pile into one room in a shitty motel and lounge Decadently on the mountain of plushes and pillows #that k.z and aces won - and maybe also stole - through intense competition & mild to severe violence #absolutely unprompted #hm now im thinking of that one meme where its like #I Receive: Talking About My Ocs #You Receive: Posts You Don't Understand #yes! true! i Will share facts about guys that only exist in my brain! #wait... my specialest boy would Love funnel cake... is that his favorite food? i think it would be in modern settings #actually ill have to include funnel cakes in his world for his enjoyment... anything for Him!

[brainicusrotticus]

nem and vace do NOT end up together at any point in my doc!sol au, for a couple reasons:

• that relationship is bad. yes, i am obsessed with the problematic one. but nem deserves better, and vace is going to be better, but not in a relationship

• it is, admittedly, in the way of solivaceous

• the catalyst event for nem being vulnerable to vace is kom’s death (hence why it’s the only unpreventable one). but i say screw that, kom’s living. doc!sol goes full triage, thanks the wormhole they wanted to learn old-fashioned medicine (non-medbed), and definitely almost dies doing it.

nem still does lean into being a soldier. kom ends up permanently injured (not sure how yet, maybe paraplegia and a years-long side project between sol, instance, and tang to create a cybernetic frame that can read and act on the nervous system) and she wants to take up the mantle so he doesn’t feel guilty over not being able to protect the colony. (it wouldn’t work. but also this man absolutely makes someone in engineering [congruence? yeah, probably] soup up a wheelchair for him, steals a gun from the garrison, and gets out there anyway)

nem and vace do end up as good friends! kom actually has a good influence on vace, both because he gets (begrudging) respect and because he gives a shithead teenager the shovel talk about the whole colony within a month of helios landing. vace kind of sees him like a big brother, too.

also nem loves women. she would make a tiktok using a sound that just screams about how much she loves women while shaking the camera so violently you only get about two cumulative seconds of her crazy eyes in between the rapid flipping of very dark bedrooom at 2 AM and multicolored fairy lights strung along the walls.

#iwatex #iwate #i was a teenage exocolonist #sol #solane #solana #solanaceae #vace #olivaceous #nem #anemone #kom #kombucha #seriously my man deserves a chance to get a happy ending #nem and vace are the most chaotic friends ever tho #they’ve definitely gotten too competitive and broken things #rhett once banned them from the garrison and only let them do lookout duty for a whole month.

[kseniazhuk]

I will no longer be using this blog (not that I have in years), but I have no intention of resuming it. boycott eurovision 2024 and indefinitely until isra*l gets kicked out or ceases to exist. that’s all. there’s no way around it. it’s a shame when something I loved this much and grew up watching is so close to my home, but it’s been twisted into something so wicked with zero ethics, where money and the western status quo are the only thing that are given power. thousands upon thousands of not millions have called for the ebu to dq isræl, but they are not moving at all. if the song gets disqualified for “political lyrics” despite multiple alterations that’s the ebu taking the coward’s way, and unless isra*l ceases to exist, they will no doubt be welcomed back into the contest, just like bęlarus technically can apply to rejoin soon despite numerous breaches of ebu guidelines.

no doubt the ebu is aware of all this account posted, but they clearl refuse to move

so the best we can do now is make eurovision as irrelevant as possible. don’t tune in, don’t talk about the entries. a show legitimizing israël’s genocide and apartheid in any form should not be given any attention nor money. please make a moral decision and listen to palèstinian voices. don’t stay within the comfortable and “fun” habits of watching this that I and many others grew up with … anything legitimizing isræl literally kills

#ieieotm #spamming Eurovision’s social media with palēstinian flags or trending ban Isræl from eurovision does nothing they dgaf #and all those weird strategies ‘what if we boycott and Isræl wins’ is BULLSHIT #if Isræl ‘wins’ a competition that no one watches its not like that means anything #it’s not like that legitimizes them #if we all recognize said competition as something unethical we should ignore

[darkwood-sleddog]

Hugh Neff...at it again....

#dogblr #iditarod #he was forced to scratch by officials in 2022 or be disqualified bc of the condition of his dogs #rejected for application in 2023 because of concerns for dog care #rejected from iditarod in 2019 due to concerns for dog care #after he had a dog die at the yukon quest and was subsequently banned from that race too #like we talk about holding our sport to a higher standard #and a bad apples in dog care and like THIS is it clearly. #safe to say i am uh. not a fan. #reminder i am still pro iditarod and sled dog racing #and banning bad apples from competition is good #but i also worry what happens to the dogs outside of a competition enviroment #bc less eyes are on them

[jaythelay]

Nobody is competing with steam, if you genuinely believe them to be a monopoly and not a market leader, because everyone else chose not to compete with Steam's Pro-Consumer attitude, you need to actually put some effort into showing how other companies are pro-consumer (none) to Steam.

And the utter fact is they're working on Proton, which is breaking up the actual biggest monopoly in PC gaming, Windows. Which Epic Games doesn't support Linux, because they hate Steam/Valve and thus will harm you the consumer in their wake.

Epic Games is purely Pro-Company first, Anti-Consumer second. There's no arguing that and anyone saying otherwise is actually a shill. Actually. They hire people to talk good about their products, and they're not good at it (very little to say that doesn't get bulldozed by reality) nor hiding it.

#pro-consumer #steam #valve #epic games #Just look how they treated competitive players #and people like you when they got sued by the FTC into paying 245$ million to people who they charged illegally and then banned the account #of for reversing their robbery charges #look at how Unity games can be ported to Unreal and ask why Epic would want this #when they're also aiming for a monopoly on the PC platform #buying Soundcloud and other media stations #guys seriously just look into them #nothing good comes from someone who wants NFT video games

[puppianqueen]

discord down i gotta bother other people about kazuya

#idk if people in the competitive smash community are discussing if kazuya and steve should be banned from comp but idc keep them its funny #insert that one vid of the dude preforming a combo of exclusively Electric Wind God Fist #kazuya mishima

[halfsixwakeup]

Can we appreciate the lunacy of season 9's plot so far? (I have seen some edits and corrections, and you are all absolutely right. I have now updated it)

>Bird man piles up diamonds to mine later

>Some of his neighbours also do this, but with more diamonds

>Neighbourhood-wide competition ensues

>Minor "war" over this, including missiles, portals and australian physics

>War ends, diamonds collected

>Everyone now has so many diamonds they have lost value

>Guy who is possibly part dog is declared king by a silly little guy covered in moss, and has everyone hand over all diamonds

>Dog Guy sets up a quest system with the diamonds as rewards

>Economy re-stabilises

> Dwarf hosts a DoomGuy themed party in Dog Guy's basement

>Dog Guy goes mad with power, recruits Zombie puppet-master, Flying Gun Vigilante, Literal Basement-Dweller (Positive) and Joe Hills. He also bans partying

>Local soup-obsessed Dwarf, Elf and Janitor start a revolution based on a vague interpretation of a prompt from a moustache-themed robot from another dimension.

>They recruit Birdman to assist their resistance and assassinate the King

>Civil unrest leads to a full scale revolt and raiding of the King's vault

>The King is killed by the dwarf and freed from a curse that made him evil

>Moustache Robot reopens dimensional tear and shenanigans ensue, including the Janitor being a Goddess

>Other dimensional visitors follow them back through the portal, hang out for a few weeks, and leave.

>A trading card game exists and is actually pretty cool

#hermitcraft s9 #hermitcraft #grian #pearlescentmoon #goodtimeswithscar #rendog #zombie cleo #joe hills #cubfan135 #impulsev #geminitay #bdubs #vintagebeef

[wickedghxst]

who’s gonna tell nintendo & 343 & whoever else has leaver bans in their games that they’re not “promoting a less toxic environment” they’re promoting me to want to murder them with a knife.

#if you wanna have that in competitive: fine. but casual game modes should in no fucking way ever in a million years have them. #Especially Thirty Fucking Minute Bans. For leaving One Fucking Game. Especially when games last 3-10 minutes. #i could not care less if they have them in competitive sure in that leavers are ruining games for other people but a Casual Fucking Game. #Is Supposed To Be Fun. if it ain’t fun? hit the bricks and find a new match. there is no fucking point to this. #i’ll take xp penalties. i’ll even take being labeled as an asshole. But Preventing my from playing your game accomplishes Nothing. #except filling me with an innate desire to rip your eyes out like a wild monkey.

[topherwrites]

- start of a silver fox

summary - back from deployment, you notice a change in your boyfriend's appearance. pairing - jake seresin x (fem!)reader word count - 1.4k rating - no smut, but 18+ anyways, mdni! content warnings & tags - age gap (reader is in her early twenties, jake is in his early thirties) / fwb to lovers / no use of (y/n) / vague allusions to sex / mentions of nudes / mentions of masturbation / no actual smut / mentions of death (sorta) / lmk if i missed anything! a/n: saw these recent photos of glen ➙ became possessed ➙ wrote this. reblogs, comments, and likes super appreciated!

Jake is back after three long months on deployment, a fourth of your relationship — not counting the first couple months when you were ‘just hooking up’. This is your first welcome back. Having texted extensively with Nat’s girlfriend, Sasha, you were given a pretty good lay of the land by her, informed of what to expect.

Homecoming day has arrived, and excitement has consumed your entire body, making your limbs buzz. 

Awaiting his arrival on the pier, your foot tapping out a nervous rhythm, you stand in the back, allowing spouses and children to be the first in line. You’re just the girlfriend, the one almost a decade younger than him, the one you know his friends assumed wouldn't be around long. You assumed you wouldn't be around long. Jake is a charmer, and when he set his sights on you, you assumed it would be a one-night stand, a fling at most. 

But one night turned into two and then three, which turned into nearly three months of falling asleep and waking up next to him. Most days you’d get a text the second he was done with training, the buzz of your phone always kicking up your heartbeat. 

At first, you’d just meet him at The Hard Deck for drinks, then dinner at sit-down restaurants — the preambles to him fucking the shit out of you growing longer and decidedly less casual. Post-coital, he’d sling an arm around your waist in an attempt to keep you from slipping out, waking up with that same soothing weight on you. Eventually, he casually mentioned that you could keep some of your stuff at his place — for convenience, he said. He tried slipping the suggestion under the radar, pre-coffee on a Saturday morning. Bleary-eyed and half-asleep, you barely processed his words, absent-mindedly humming in response. 

Then you saw the half-cleared-out drawer — which you later learned was a measure in order not to spook you. Like a full drawer would make you wise to his intentions, like he was trying to acclimate you to the idea of commitment, to a relationship with him.

You remember the feeling of placing spare clothes in that drawer; a spare bra and sweatshirt. Jake watching you from the doorway, trying to not act too pleased in response.

You liked him, his company and his laugh and his baffling love of Taylor Swift that he blamed on his nieces. The man under the bravado wormed his way into your brain. 

Though, you could appreciate how he looked puffed-chest and cocksure. Near equally competitive as you are. The first game night you spent with his friends meant you both were banned from ever being on the same team again. Pictionary, trivia, One-Night Ultimate Werewolf — you mopped the floor with them. The rule wasn't entirely the case of sore losers, you can acknowledge the fact that you two were immediately, freakishly in sync. Ultimate Werewolf may have ended in tears of betrayal being shed.

And that's how things progressed for a while, falling deeper while avoiding acknowledging the fact that you were in a relationship. Afraid to say the words and make things complicated. Near everyone in both your and his life were trying to push you both to just trust it. Have a little faith in one another.

One minute you were his girlfriend in all but name, and then you were just his girlfriend. A confession on his couch in the midst of rewatching Veep, ‘Relax, cow eyes’ the soundtrack to everything falling into place.

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Once officers start filtering off the ship, your mind blanks in anxiety. Around you, tears are shed, and poster board is ditched in favor of tight hugs. Laughter and children squealing background noise. You scan the crowd, the sun beating down on you, searching for the handsome shape of Jake Seresin. People come and go, giving you a better view of the naval officers, till you finally spot yours moving towards you. He weaves through the throng with ease, standing before you in a matter of seconds. 

A smile stretches your face, eyes squinting from both happiness and the sun. You scan him, categorizing any minute change. Gray. A small streak above his right ear. Your nerve endings light up like a Christmas tree, the sensation doubling at the slight hint of age. Reaching out, your fingers run across his scalp, nails tracing back, playing with the hair that has decided in his relatively brief absence to go gray. 

He doesn't shy from your touch, his lashes fluttering at the sensation, an intimate moment playing out in public. Though no one is probably taking notice, wrapped up in their own reunion. He does seem to be a hint abashed at your attention. 

He breaks the quiet, “Hey, sweetheart.”

The sound of his voice, clear and unobstructed by distance, rushes through you. Fuck. You're trying to suppress the blatant arousal coursing through your system, keep it out of your voice. Words startled, voice pitched, “You've gone gray.”

Despite your age gap, it’s never been your thing, your Tinder age range has only ever been set 3 years older — but seeing Jake in the flesh, and with a few more grays, is making you muster every ounce of self-control so you don't fuck him in the parking lot, ride him in the backseat of his truck. He probably wouldn't enjoy getting dishonorably discharged.

He hefts his duffle over his shoulder, free hand taking your own to lead you to the car — his truck that he handed the keys over to, something in his gaze when he told you to not let the battery die. Maybe a way for him to feel connected to you, maybe a reassurance that you'd be around when he got back. Your board is still in the bed, having taken up surfing in the mornings since your time was no longer being occupied by Jake slowly fucking you into the mattress.

“I already had grays, I'm just… grayer now.” His pace is quick. It's clear that he's itching to get home. Your boots stamp on the pavement as you practically skip behind him, content with his hand in yours. He looks at you out of the side of his eye, eyebrow raised, “And I wonder why that is.”

“That suspiciously sounds like an accusation.”

“Those photos…” He stops at the teal-striped Ford, throwing his duffle next to your surfboard. Crowding you against the side of it.​, his​​ voice dropping, “​I was opening my mail in the mess, ‘bout gave me a heart attack.”

You’d sent them on a whim — a well-researched whim, ​​you didn't need some random desk jockey finding out your taste in lingerie. But you had missed Jake and wanted him to miss you in return. And what better way to make the heart grow fonder than with scantily clad pictures of your body?

“Well? Did you like them?” You know he liked them, it was a whole production to take them, but even if it wasn't — he’s a man, and you were in lingerie. You looked hot, are hot, present tense. An indisputable fact. And he’s not reserved with telling you and showing you that, but you can't pass up a moment to hear it voiced to you, not after how long he’s been gone.

“I think I have carpal tunnel.” 

You snort out a laugh as he exaggeratedly shakes out his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist for your amusement. Eyes skating along your features, he huffs, “Add that to the long list of ailments you've inflicted.”

Letting your fingers lightly trace down his biceps, you press your body even closer to his, perhaps a touch too scandalous for a parking lot in broad daylight. A coy reply rolls off your tongue, “I keep you young.”

“You're going to send me to an early grave.”

Rising to your toes, you brush your lips against his, holding back from full contact. You feel his breath stall in his chest, desperate for it. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing, his face awash in anticipation. He’s beautiful.

Your palm stroking the side of his head, you brush the hair away from his face, pinky skimming the top of his ear. You single out the silver strands between your fingers, silky soft as ever. He’s real and yours — home. 

“Ditto. Might as well invest in matching plots, right?”

Broad shoulders shaking with laughter, he brushes his nose against yours. Palms cupping the side of your face, thumbs sweeping across your cheeks, he stops waiting. A long-awaited kiss pressed to your lips, neither one of you able to keep the smiles off your faces.

e/n: thank you for reading!

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin fic #top gun fandom #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #my writing

[norrisleclercf1]

more max x charles x y/n pls 😁

"You fucking dick! Do that again and you're dead!" "Shove off, you always win! LET ME JUST WIN!"

Sighing you watch as your two boyfriends argue loudly at one another. You don't know how this could have happened, actually you do know how. What is supposed to be a peaceful night in has turned into a terror over a game of Uno.

"Boys," "I ALWAYS WIN BECAUSE YOU'RE TO SOFT HEARTED!" Max yells, slamming his cards down. "I'm not too soft hearted, I just don't lay down 3 grab 4 cards," Charles hisses fixing his glasses as he tries to control his anger.

"Well, maybe if you wanted to win so damn bad, be cutthroat." Charles and Max glare at one another as you place your cards down, leaning back. "No, I refuse to lay those cards down especially when you know Y/n always get those cards." Oh Charles, always the one to hate giving you the bad cards.

"Charles, it's part of the game. You want to win?" Max asks, Charles just glares which has his boyfriend role his eyes, "Learn to not care. Yeah, she gives puppy dog eyes and nice blowjobs but right now she's the enemy." You can't help but giggle at the two of them.

Max never holds back when it comes to playing Uno, it could be his little nephew or a baby duck. He'd demolish them, saying it builds character and what not. "But, but I don't like laying those cards down against you two." Charles pouts, glasses slipping down again.

He was competitive but when it came to Max and you, the poor boy refused to ever win against you two. "Charlie, you know if you win I'll let you do whatever you want." Leaning over the table you're glad your not wearing a bra in this moment. He swallows and looks over you before looking at Max.

Max got obliterated and Uno was finally banned from being played in the house

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one #f1 x y/n #f1 scenario #f1 oneshot #f1 blurb #f1!poly #poly!f1 #charles imagine #charles x reader #charles lecrelc #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc drabble #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen #f1 max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen fluff

[theconcealedweapon]

Rich People: "I want to price gouge and plan obsolescence without having to worry about competition. Government, enforce my patents."

Rich People: "I want firepower to uphold my enormous wealth. Government, hire police officers with taxpayer money to protect my property from thieves and trespassers."

Rich People: "I want a source of cheap labor. Government, enforce laws against victimless actions in order to put people in prison so I can exploit them as slaves, then brand them with criminal records so they'll take any low wage job that's offered to them in the future."

Rich People: "There are homeless people existing who are not generating profit for me. Government, hire police officers with taxpayer money to arrest them for loitering, and use taxpayer money to build hostile architecture."

Rich People: "Homeless people are eating food that my business discarded, which doesn't generate profit for me. Government, hire police officers with taxpayer money to guard the dumpster."

Rich People: "Marijuana is competition for me as a pharmaceutical CEO. Government, ban marijuana."

Rich People: "I build weapons. Government, create wars and buy my weapons with taxpayer money."

Poor People: "I can't afford what I need to live. Government, financially assist me, require my employer to pay me more, or limit rich people's ability to increase prices."

Rich People: "Stop relying on government for everything and taking people's freedom!"

#wealthy privilege #capitalism #classism #conservative logic

[batboyblog]

Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #10

March 15-22 2024

The EPA announced new emission standards with the goal of having more than half of new cars and light trucks sold in the US be low/zero emission by 2032. One of the most significant climate regulations in the nation’s history, it'll eliminate 7 billion tons of CO2 emissions over the next 30 years. It's part of President Biden's goal to cut greenhouse gas emissions in half by 2030 on the road to eliminating them totally by 2050.

President Biden canceled nearly 6 Billion dollars in student loan debt. 78,000 borrowers who work in public sector jobs, teachers, nurses, social workers, firefighters etc will have their debt totally forgiven. An additional 380,000 public service workers will be informed that they qualify to have their loans forgiven over the next 2 years. The Biden Administration has now forgiven $143.6 Billion in student loan debt for 4 million Americans since the Supreme Court struck down the original student loan forgiveness plan last year.

Under Pressure from the administration and Democrats in Congress Drugmaker AstraZeneca caps the price of its inhalers at $35. AstraZeneca joins rival Boehringer Ingelheim in capping the price of inhalers at $35, the price the Biden Admin capped the price of insulin for seniors. The move comes as the Federal Trade Commission challenges AstraZeneca’s patents, and Senator Bernie Sanders in his role as Democratic chair of the Senate Health Committee investigates drug pricing.

The Department of Justice sued Apple for being an illegal monopoly in smartphones. The DoJ is joined by 16 state attorneys general. The DoJ accuses Apple of illegally stifling competition with how its apps work and seeking to undermining technologies that compete with its own apps.

The EPA passed a rule banning the final type of asbestos still used in the United States. The banning of chrysotile asbestos (known as white asbestos) marks the first time since 1989 the EPA taken action on asbestos, when it passed a partial ban. 40,000 deaths a year in the US are linked to asbestos

President Biden announced $8.5 billion to help build advanced computer chips in America. Currently America only manufactures 10% of the world's chips and none of the most advanced next generation of chips. The deal with Intel will open 4 factories across 4 states (Arizona, Ohio, New Mexico, and Oregon) and create 30,000 new jobs. The Administration hopes that by 2030 America will make 20% of the world's leading-edge chips.

President Biden signed an Executive Order prioritizing research into women's health. The order will direct $200 million into women's health across the government including comprehensive studies of menopause health by the Department of Defense and new outreach by the Indian Health Service to better meet the needs of American Indian and Alaska Native Women. This comes on top of $100 million secured by First Lady Jill Biden from ARPA-H.

Democratic Senators Bob Casey, Tammy Baldwin, Sherrod Brown, and Jacky Rosen (all up for re-election) along with Elizabeth Warren, Cory Booker, and Sheldon Whitehouse, introduced the "Shrinkflation Prevention Act" The Bill seeks to stop the practice of companies charging the same amount for products that have been subtly shrunk so consumers pay more for less.

The Department of Transportation will invest $45 million in projects that improve Bicyclist and Pedestrian Connectivity and Safety

The EPA will spend $77 Million to put 180 electric school buses onto the streets of New York City This is part of New York's goal to transition its whole school bus fleet to electric by 2035.

The Senate confirmed President Biden's nomination of Nicole Berner to the Court of Appeals for the Fourth Circuit. Berner has served as the general counsel for America's largest union, SEIU, since 2017 and worked in their legal department since 2006. On behalf of SEIU she's worked on cases supporting the Affordable Care Act, DACA, and against the Defense of Marriage act and was part of the Fight for 15. Before working at SEIU she was a staff attorney at Planned Parenthood. Berner's name was listed by the liberal group Demand Justice as someone they'd like to see on the Supreme Court. Berner becomes one of just 5 LGBT federal appeals court judges, 3 appointed by Biden. The Senate also confirmed Edward Kiel and Eumi Lee to be district judges in New Jersey and Northern California respectively, bring the number of federal judges appointed by Biden to 188.

#Thanks Biden #Joe Biden #Democrats #politics #US politics #climate change #climate crisis #student loans #debt forgiveness #shrinkflation #women's health #drug prices

[woso-dreamzzz]

Enemies

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Summary: Out on the pitch, you're enemies

You slid in hard, grazing the side of your legs as you skidded over the grass.

You popped back up a moment later with the ball which you hurriedly pass to Georgia to take up the other side of the pitch.

"Really?" Lena demanded as she got up too.

You shrugged. "No hard feelings?"

"Let us get a goal and then we'll be even," Lena bit back, shoulder-checking you.

"And throw the game? No chance! You want a goal, earn it, but you're not getting past me."

She scoffed. "We'll see."

Her challenge lit something within you because you made sure to put a bit more force into your challenges just to prove a point. It garnered you a few snide looks and glares but you kept them clean enough to not get a yellow card for your efforts.

You spread your defence across the whole of the Wolfsburg team but made sure to get to Lena first whenever you could.

"You're not getting past me," You said in injury time," Don't even try it."

It was one-nil to Bayern and you were determined to keep it that way. It wasn't the most glorious of score lines (certainly not Lyon or Barcelona level) but you were happy with a win no matter what.

"Watch it!" Lena spat back," Anymore aggressive and you'll get sent off!"

It was true, of course. You'd received a yellow card for dissent within the first ten minutes of the match before your competitive nature had been stoked after Lena had dispossessed Sydney messy enough for you to demand a yellow card.

Instead though, you had received one for arguing with the ref so you were really walking on a tightrope with the force of your tackles.

"You should watch yourself. With the amount you're collecting, one more and you're banned from the next match!"

You were standing eye to eye, the tension electric between you before you scoffed and walked off.

"You're not worth my time."

The battle waged on between you through the rest of the injury time, up until the referee blew the whistle.

The moment the match was over though, the switch had been flipped.

You laughed as Lena barrelled into you, catching you by the waist and twirling you around.

"You were excellent!" She laughed, dropping you down so she could press a kiss to your lips.

"You were too!" You replied," You nearly got me a few times! You had me really worried there!"

"Next time," Lena promised," You won't be able to cope."

"Sure," You said sarcastically, pecking her on the lips," You keep trying, baby. You'll get there when we're sixty."

Lena rolled her eyes, shoving you away by the shoulder before drawing you back in.

"You two are gross," Klara declared," Can you be all cute and sappy elsewhere? You make me sick."

You stuck your tongue out at her before allowing Lena to pull you away.

"Since I won today," You said as you wandered down the tunnel hand-in-hand," Does this mean you have to give me a massage tonight?"

"Don't push your luck," She said," I'm still sore over my crippling defeat."

"Crippling," You scoffed," Don't be dramatic, baby."

You split off from her to head towards the Bayern locker room.

"I'll pick up dinner but I'm expecting that massage when I get home!"

#woso x reader #lena oberdorf x reader #lena oberdorf #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

[wileys-russo]

Hayley Raso + “you’re such an asshole I can’t believe I like you” + playing video games together ! 🧎‍♀️🫶🏼

world class II h.raso

"hay, baby you can't sleep yet." you wandered past the lounge and noticed the australian start to drift off, shaking her ankle as she groaned and opened her eyes.

"why?" hayley sighed deeply, rubbing her face and crossing her arms over her chest. "because the entire point of your jetlag plan is so you're back and fit to train a few days before your match babe." you smiled sympathetically.

"baby i could just take a tiny nap? then i'll still sleep tonight!" the brunette tried to bargain as you shook your head. "not part of the plan, and as both your girlfriend and a physio i have to ensure you follow that plan!" you laughed, gesturing for her to sit up.

you and hayley had met during her season at everton. you were only a trainee physio then, on work placement to finish your degree but you'd caught the australian's eye right away, the two of you getting along like a house on fire.

hayley was sat with a proud smile at your graduation, still only a friend to you then but not for a lack of trying, you only taking her attempts to flirt with you as banter and not yet clicking she wanted to be much more than just friends.

after you were fully qualified you quickly found yourself with a job offer in manchester for the devils, though still with 6 months left on your lease you stayed living where you had been and hayley amped up her efforts to woo you.

finally you clicked that she wasn't just being friendly on a drunken night out with some of her friends who were visiting from australia that she'd insisted you join, two of them quickly pulling you aside and asking when you and hayley had started dating it all suddenly made sense.

fast forward a couple of years and you'd both made the move to spain and were living in madrid, hayley still playing football and you working in a local sports clinic, working more with younger kids and teenagers who came up from the academies than directly with a team like you had been prior.

"you're no fun." hayley pouted with a frown as you shook your head. "maybe not, but neither is being medically benched because the team physios catch wind you're too tired to be cleared to play." you warned lightly, her eyes widening.

"you wouldn't!" hayley sat up properly now with a scoff. "i would love, if it meant you avoided any and all risk of injury." you promised softly, running a hand through her hair and shrugging.

"i wish you'd stayed working in england." hayley mumbled as her eyes began to once again feel heavy. "well aren't you absolutely charming." you rolled your eyes, turning to leave as a hand grabbed the back of your top.

"sorry! i'm just tired." hayley groaned, pulling you down onto the lounge and trapping you in between her arms and legs in a tight bear hug. "i know baby, but this plan will mean you aren't tired like this for very long." you twisted your neck to sweetly peck her lips.

"will you play fifa with me then? i was getting my ass kicked at tillies camp and i have to make sure i can hold my own before the next one. i didn't win a single game!" your girlfriend huffed, forever hotheaded and fiercely competitive much as it amused you to watch.

"love i've not got a clue how to play. in fact hay you banned me from playing because it was 'too hard to watch' remember?" you quirked an eyebrow as a guilty smile curled into her features.

"babe that was ancient history, i'm a new much more patient woman now." hayley grinned as you let out a loud sarcastic peal of laughter and tapped at her forearms to let you up.

"it wasn't even eight weeks ago raso." you hovered over her with a shake of your head, suddenly pulling back as she tried to sit up and capture your lips in hers. "oi! come here and give me a kiss." the australian frowned impatiently.

"no." you smiled, standing and heading toward the kitchen to make lunch for the pair of you, not at all surprised at the sound of footsteps hurrying after you.

"hayley!" you gasped as a body barrelled into you almost taking you down to the floor before your girlfriend grabbed your hand, spinning and dipping you, holding you just from falling as your heart raced.

"don't do that! its not funny." you smacked her chest with a thump as she laughed and you scowled, trying to move past her but before you could take another step her mouth was pressed against yours, feeling the winger smile into the kiss.

"you're a child sometimes." you pulled away and smacked her on the head with a magazine that was handy on the counter, only causing her to smile wider clearly proud of herself.

"that can wait! just one game? it'll help keep me awake." your girlfriend tugged you back from the kitchen with her best puppy dog eyes as you sighed. "fine. one game!"

"how the hell do you defend? i forget the controls!" you moaned in annoyance, only having had possession for about two seconds this entire half as your girlfriend knocked back goal after goal.

"hayley!" you huffed as she made her player do a backflip after another goal and cheered loudly in your ear, kissing your cheek apologetically from where you lay between her legs, your elbows resting on her knees and your back pressed to her front.

"you said this would be easy." you complained as the game stopped for half time. "no, i said i would put the match settings on easy." your girlfriend corrected as you pinched her thigh unimpressed with the answer.

"you're winning 8-0 surely you can spare five fucking minutes to show me the controls again?" you huffed before she could click to resume play, a lazy kiss pressed to your jaw as she dropped her remote and her hands settled over yours.

"when you attack you click this to pass, this to clear, this one to sprint and this one for a header or a short ball, and this to shoot." she explained slowly, pointing out the different buttons as you nodded.

"when you defend its the same sequence just different results. this one to chase, this one to tackle, this one to slide tackle and this one to clear." your girlfriend explained as again you nodded, doing your best to follow along.

"so does this mean you might let me keep the ball for more than thirty seconds and maybe even give me a pity goal?" you asked hopefully as the winger grabbed her own control and grinned.

"not a chance darlin." she stole a kiss and clicked resume before you could bite back with a remark. the second half you played a little better, but still you failed to score and conceded yet another five goals making it so hayley won with a whopping 13-0.

"that was humiliating." you scowled tossing the remote to the side onto the lounge and rolling your eyes. "thats life, win some you lose some. i feel a lot better about my results at camp now! thanks baby." her hands settled either side of your face and tilted your head back so she could press kisses across your skin.

"you're welcome." you rolled your eyes, gently tugging her hands away and sitting up, glancing to the screen only for a moment as your head snapped back to it and you frowned.

"world class!? you said you put it on beginner." you turned to glare at your girlfriend who shrugged, quickly turning off the tv and sitting up on her knees.

"did i? guess i must have clicked the wrong one babe, sorry." she grinned, pushing you to lay down as her face hovered over yours, not an ounce of remorse in her eyes.

"you're such an asshole, i can't believe i like you." "only like?" "barely tolerate." "what happened to love!" "maybe if you weren't a world class bad loser, you might get some."

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LIAR - FELIX CATTON

PAIRING: felix catton x fem!reader

GENRE: angst, pure angst

WORDS: 1,3k

WARNINGS: death (only mentioned), heartbroken reader, abuse, alcoholism, lies, felix is stupid, toxic relationship, ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO SORRY FOR ABY MISTAKES.

Felix never understood why she never said anything about her father. He asked about him many times, but she always found a way to change a topic or acted like she didn't hear his question.

“I just don't wanna talk about it, Felix” she said as they were driving to her family house.

The girl saw that something was odd with her best friend, since he came back with Oliver from Liverpool the previous day.

“Why?” he pushed, but didn't answer for a longer moment.

“Ask my mum about it” she said finally, when he parked at the driveway. The girl didn't wait for him and left the car to open the door and step in. Felix locked the car and ran after her to see her hugging a woman, whom she looked alike.

“Hello” he said awkwardly standing in front of them.

“Ah, mama! This is Felix, been telling you about him” she announced and grabbed him by hand, so he stepped close to them.

“Nice to meet you, young man, I've heard plenty of stories about you” the woman said, smiling at him.

“Nice to meet you too” he replied and grabbed her for a hug.

“Go to the living room, kids, I'll make the tea” her mother announced and the girl took Felix to the room.

“Is that you?” he asked, pointing at the photo on the shelf, next to the books.

“Oh, yeah, it's little her” the woman said, as she entered the room. “This was taken at her first music competition” she added, making her daughter red. “She won it, I'm still so proud of her.”

“You didn't tell me you were taking part in competitions?” Felix turned around to his friend.

“You never asked,” she answered and stood up from the couch. “Then we were karting with girls” she said, while showing the photo of her at the karting track next to a kart.

“Oh, and this one is from the Grand Prix two years ago, when you were a marshall,” her mother cooed, pointing at another photo.

“I told you about that,” the girl reminded Felix, making him laugh. Yes, she had told him about it one time. “Come on, I'll show you around” she said and grabbed him by hand and took him upstairs.

“Your room?” he asked, watching her open the door.

“Yeah, welcome to my kingdom” she said and let him in.

“Yeah, it's definitely your room,” Felix laughed. He could see that she was the owner of it. The books that she's been telling him about, the film posters she told him she had watched, the Formula 1 related things - everything that was in that room was her.

“What happened yesterday?” the girl asked, when they were lying on her bed for a while. The bed was small, 90x200 centimeters and his legs were sticking out of it. He found this funny and was laughing until she asked.

“He's a, um” he started, not sure if he wanted her to know that. But she never lied to him, right? She wouldn't do that like Oliver did. She would never. “He lied to me. To all of us” he said finally.

The girl looked at Felix, not understanding what he meant. She saw how they were treating each other the previous day, but she didn't ask since he came to her room and started kissing her, banning her and himself from talking till breakfast.

“What has he done?” she asked and raised her head. She was worried about him. He was her best friend, her other half and she was really jealous of Oliver for the whole time, which Farleigh found hilarious and was making jokes about it to Felix when she wasn't around. And Farleigh liked her more, if he had to choose between her and Oliver who was better for his cousin, he would choose her without hesitation. She was normal in his opinion, not a liar like Oliver.

The girl loved Felix. She gave him her whole heart. But he didn't see it. His heart didn't belong to her, but her heart belonged to him. And it hurt her a lot.

She tried to leave him, for her own good, but she couldn't. He was so magnetic, so majestic that she just couldn't leave him.

Farleigh and her own friends saw how she felt and how Felix was blind about it. Farleigh tried, he really tried to do something but his cousin was as if he didn't have eyes and couldn't see anything about her.

Farleigh told her he felt sorry for her and that she should really leave him for her own good and that he knew it was hard, but she still couldn't. And Farleigh saw it.

Gosh, she spent the whole vacation with him and Venetia because Felix was always with Oliver and he seemed like she wasn't there until yesterday. She was his second choice and she knew it.

So she decided that it would be her last try to cut contact with him. For her own good.

“Felix, I'm not coming back to Saltburn with you” she announced, when he stopped talking about that liar.

He was shocked. Why would she say that? What has gone wrong?

“What? No, no, no, you're coming back” he replied, feeling betrayed.

“Mama said that the great-grandma is feeling worse and worse, Felix, I can't be not around her” she said the half of the truth. This was one of the two reasons she wanted to stay at home. “I can't do that to her,” she mumbled, tears forming in her eyes.

He would understand, right?

“I can drive you at any time here, I promise, just come back with me” he assured her and grabbed her face in his hands gently. “You can just leave me,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“Felix, you don't understand” she shook her head, as he made everything about himself. “I can't leave her now, I don't know how much time she has left,” she added. “You should stay for tonight and go back home tomorrow, it's getting dark” she said and he only agreed.

He didn't want to leave her, especially now.

During the night, Felix was walking through the house and looking for the water. He stood in the kitchen and saw his friend’s mother looking for something in the cabinet.

“Good evening” he mumbled and she answered. He got the water and stood for a moment. He had a battle inside if he should ask about that. And his curiosity won, so he asked: “I'm sorry for being rude, but anytime I asked your daughter about the father she never answered and recently she told me to ask you about him, so could you tell me something?”

“Oh, he was, let's say, not a good person” the woman started and sat on the chair. “I completely understand why she doesn't want to talk about him. She has some kind of trauma and she used to go to therapy, when she was younger” at these words he furrowed his brow. “He was an alcoholic and violent towards us, so you know” she stopped talking, not knowing what to add more. “Oh, and when he died it really hit her, even though she didn't talk with him for years.”

“I'm so sorry you had to go through this,” he said and wanted to hug the woman. He would never have thought that something like this happened to his best friend.

“It's okay now, young man, don't worry” she said and hugged him. “She's doing great,” she assured him.

He felt so stupid. He was such a dick for her sometimes.

Now he wanted only to make it up to her.

So when he was leaving he promised the girl that he was going to do everything for her, because she deserved it.

But he broke the promise. He never had done that, because he died and left her alone, without making anything up to her.

He was such a liar.

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