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pensat-i-fet · 11 months

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Finding the perfect gift (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**Not much to say about this one, just a cute little request 😊 enjoy!! ❤️**

Word count: 1266

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The news of Ines' pregnancy had made everyone happy, of course. But Rúben was probably the happiest of all of Bernardo's teammates. You could tell by the way he beamed whenever Ines called him Uncle Rúben and found it adorable. He was ready to spoil that baby as much as possible.

"We are invited to the baby shower", he announced one day when he came back from training.

"I would be more surprised if we weren't", you laughed. "When is it?"

"Next week. And I need to buy a present".

"Sure. I have a couple of things saved on my Amazon wishlist that we can order".

"But that would be your present. I have to get one that's mine".

That made you raise an eyebrow. "Pretty sure that, as a couple, we can get away with something that is from the both of us. You know, like we do for birthdays, Christmas, …".

"Yes, but it's Bernardo. Not a random teammate. So I want to make a bigger effort".

"Alright. I know what I'm ordering so go ahead and get something on your own".

He thought it would be so easy. It was just a baby, right? And his friends would appreciate anything he got for their child but…he just couldn’t find the right gift, at all.

“Can I see your Amazon account for a second?”, he asked you one day when he saw you ordering something.

“What for?”

“I ordered something from it once and I need to check one thing quickly if you don’t mind”.

“Sure”, you said, not thinking much about it. “Let me finish the order”.

When you were done, you passed the iPad to him, still logged into your account and he went to your wishlist right away but…there were no baby things! Your order history showed the clothes and toys you had bought for baby Silva but all the other things you were supposed to have saved on your wishlist were gone. You and your being an organization freak. It wasn’t the best time for that.

Rúben realised his mistake was probably wanting to buy the gift online. He couldn’t see the sizes or colours well so better to go to a shop. But once he was there, he was overwhelmed. One of the ladies who worked there tried to help him by showing him half the store but most of it just seemed like things the baby was probably going to get from everyone or just useless stuff.

When he got home that day, you were on the sofa reading a book and didn’t have time to say hello to him before he sat down dramatically.

“What’s that face for?”

"I give up", he said, placing his head on your stomach.

"You are giving football up? Come on, you are not that bad".

“The gift��, he said, voice muffled by the jumper you were wearing.

“What gift?”

“The baby’s”.

“You still don’t have one? Rúben, the baby shower is in two days. Just put your name on the cards I got for what I bought. It’ll be fine”.

He looked up at you, still not willing to give up.

“Maybe if we knew the sex of the baby, it’d be easier. It’s the parent’s fault”.

“Don’t be so old-fashioned, Rúben. Toys and colours are unisex”.

He groaned, hiding his face on your stomach again.

“Are you ready to ask for my help now?”, you said, trying not to laugh.

“I’m ready to beg for your help”.

“I quite like the idea of you begging”.

“Can we go to the shop now? Please?”

“Sure, there is one near, around the…”.

“Not that one”, he said, making you frown. “I was there now and I don’t want to embarrass myself more”.

After a 20-minute drive, since the baby shop near your place was now off-limits, you got to the one in a shopping centre.

"Ok, did you have any ideas of what you wanted to get? There are toys, clothes, things for the nursery, for their travel bag, …".

"Why are babies so complicated?"

You bit your lip trying not to laugh at his little tantrum. It was weird to see Rúben not in control of the situation. And it was very amusing too.

"Hi, can I help you?"

He turned hearing the voice of the shop assistant ready to reject her help but you interrupted.

"Yes, thank you. We needed a few things for a newborn".

"Oh, congratulations! You aren't even showing, when are you due?"

Rúben's pale face made you laugh. You couldn't help it.

"I'm not pregnant. It's for a friend. Her baby shower is in a few days and we wanted to get something cute for her baby".

"Of course, sorry. But you would make gorgeous babies. Just saying".

Rúben was now looking pensive.

"She isn't wrong".

"But babies are so complicated", you mocked him.

You put your hands on his shoulders to move him lower and kiss his frown before leading him to follow the shopping assistant that was ready to show you all the things you could buy and then some.

"This is one of our best baby bags. It has space for the diapers, the bottles and all that, but also an area for things the parents might want to carry. So there is no need for handbags or anything else".

"It's lovely", you said. "It almost looks like a normal handbag".

"She probably has one already", said Rúben, annoyed at how basic all the options were.

"Well, they'll be traveling a lot so it's good to have more than one".

He sighed and you took that as a sign to look for something else.

"Rúben, you don't like anything", you whispered to him and noticed his defeated face. "Thank you for your help. We'll think about all the options and come back for something".

"I just…I just want to do something original".

"How about you make your own gift?"

"How?"

"Well, there are all these new things like scrapbooks to write down all the first things the baby does. Or boxes to keep stuff to remember the pregnancy or whatever. I don't know. It was never good at arts and crafts so I went for something basic but useful", you said, shrugging.

Rúben's response was to grab your hand and lead you to another shop…an arts and crafts shop?

"You are always so literal", you laughed. But he finally had an idea. And you could tell how much his mood had improved.

Half an hour later, you left the shop with several bags full of boxes, pencils and other materials he needed for his gift.

And when you got home, it was time to get it all ready. You helped him, picking the colours that looked the cutest together and recommending what each little box could be for. Rúben used that time to teach you more Portuguese words, which he always loved doing.

"Done", he said, looking proud.

"Uncles trying to find the perfect gift for their nephews are so complicated".

When you got to the baby shower, you left Rúben alone so you could join Ines and her family.

"Hey, can you take my gift somewhere else?", he asked Bernardo.

"Why? Just put it with the others".

"It's…fragile".

"What did you get?"

"I didn't get it, I made it".

Bernardo smiled at his friend, not surprised at all.

"That's the most Rúben thing I could imagine. Let me take it to our room. Ines and I will open it together later. I'm sure it'll be the best gift our baby got today".

#ruben dias #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fluff #footballer fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot

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lovelycloverrs · 1 year

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ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴡ/ ᴀᴅʜᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!!!

Headcanons

characters: Bachira, Chigiri, Isagi, Rin, Nagi and Kunigami (before wild card)

Manga spoilers? idk

Info: headcanons, NB reader, fluff, Rin and Kunigami might be a little ooc

requested? (no/yes) request status: open!

Warning: Meds…? and overstimulation/sensory overload

Note: This is heavily based on my own personal experiences being a neurodivergent person

Meguru Bachira!

He also has ADHD you cannot tell me otherwise.

He doesn’t take meds tho, but one time he did and everyone was so weirded out, he was more quiet than usual and wayyy less touchy, everyone in the team thought that he was angry at someone or something, once you explained that he took the adhd meds thats morning everything made sence. You two are the cutest couple! Both of you share the same hyperfixation over football and every time you stim wen you make a goal Bachira stims with you, he listens clearly every time you info dump about your favorite topic

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

Wen Bachira is over stimulated he gets irritated very easily, everything is too much for him, the lights are too bright, everything and everyone is loud, his monster keep yelling at his ear too, don’t try and go talk to him he will 99% tell you to leave him alone or fuck off and don’t touch him either, even the smallest touch make him angry. The best that you can do to help is get him away from the environment to somewhere quiet, give him a sweet, his favorite snack or drink and wrap him up on a heavy blanket if possible, wen he calmed down you can cover him on hugs and kisses.

He notices very quickly wen you are overstimulated, if he’s talking to someone and he notices that everything feels overwhelming to you he will end the conversation right on the spot, if you are okay with touch he will grab your hand and get you to somewhere quiet, will hug tightly if you let him, well teach you breathing exercises that his mother thought him wen he was little Wonce you have calmed down he will ask if you want to back, stay with him a little more or leave whatever the place that you guys are at.

“C’mon I’ll buy you a candy on the way back”

Hyoma Chigiri!

He thinks you are a little annoying at first, but quickly gets used to you and Bachira.

One time you took meds one time without telling him, you were unusually quiet got irritated very quickly and easily, he thought that you were mad at him he asked you all day what’s wrong, even wen you told him that nothing was wrong he wouldn’t believe you, once you told him that you took you meds that morning he told you to never take it again. He loves to hear you info dump about your favorite interest, will let you play with his hair wile you’re at it, he finds so adorable every time you stim wen you see something that you are really passionate about, he mimics you sometimes heh, you two are sooo adorable together you are constantly playing with his hair doesn’t matter what you two are doing.

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

He doesn’t know what’s wrong, suddenly you became unresponsive and really cranky, he will hold your hand all the time and ask you what’s wrong, you finally tell him that you want to go somewhere quiet as fast as possible, he quickly understands and if he is talking to someone he will politely end the conversation and get you somewhere quiet

He asks what he can do ti help, if you don’t respond he will let you pat his hair until you calmed down, once you did he asked what happened, you told him that everything was overwhelming, the lights were too bright, everything was loud, you explained what overstimulation was and he quickly understood.

“If that happen again, I will always be here for you”

Yoichi Isagi!

He hangout with Bachira for a wile, he thinks you are adorable!

You and the bee boy have to take turns to hug Isagi, often ends up in fights tho Bachira doesn't really know how to share, if you took meds he will obviously tell the difference everyone at the team can, but he doesn't put that much thought into it.

He loves wen you stim and do it with you too!

Mimicked you so many times that he started to do it do is so adorable, this also counts for verbal stimming. He will listen to you info dumping with a bright smile on his face.

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

Isagi helps Bachira wen he has overstim episodes, so he knows what to do, he will brings noise cancelling headphones with, fidget toys and snacks so that every time that you or Bachira start feeling overwhelmed he will hand them to you.

He looks like a single mother handing their child an ipad.

If they don't' work Isagi will drag you to a calmer place with less people, he will hold your hand and talk with you until you feel better.

"Hey its okay, I'll help you honey"

Itoshi Rin!

Rin thinks you are so fucking annoying.

You are constantly talking on his ear, can't sit still for 1 minute straight, if you take the meds one day he will find your behavior a little strange but will be pleased by it, you finely let him alone and stopped talking for once, wen you told him that you took the meds Rin told you to take it every day cuz you were annoying as fuck.

Wen you accidentally info dump next to him he does his best to ignore you, he finds it so annoying, and wen you stim too

He thinks is ridiculous.

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

Rin thinks you are just being over dramatic.

Until you start crying, but he doesn't ask what's wrong he just stares at you for a couple of times, you crying is so annoying to him wen anyone cry actually.

He will just stand there until you are done with you little show

"Can you stop? You are embarrassing yourself"

Seishiro Nagi!

“Where do you get all that energy?”

He doesn’t understand how you and Reo can still keep you eyes open after training, just seeing you run/jump around makes him even more tired but after some time he gets used to your loud and energetic personality, if you took meds he would find it strange that you are acting really quiet but wouldn’t get so bothered by it, wen Reo is not around you’ll have to carry him everywhere.

Nagi tries his best to not sleep wile you are info dumping, he doesn’t think the topic is boring not at all, your voice makes him sleepy but he’ll do his best to listen all that you have to say, will make you hyperfixate on his favorite game, he wants someone that he can play with

He likes to play solo but company never murdered someone

Nagi doesn’t get why you stim wen you are talk about something you like, he finds it cute, till one day he beat one of the hygienist scores in his game without even noticing he was stimming he had “developed” this habit after hanging out with you for a long time

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

He would immediately notice that something is wrong, you were avoiding eye contact, got irritated very fast and would refuse any kind of physical touch even the smallest ones, he would drag you away from the place you two were in to somewhere quiet and with less people

Nagi would let you borrow his earphones, so that you could listen to some music maybe play some games so that you could calm down, he wouldn’t say a word he would just sit next to you till you were fully okay, he would ask if everything was alright and if you wanted to leave and go home, his social battery was dying anyway

“Do you want to go home? I’m tired too”

Rensuke Kunigami!

He fucking loves you

Kunigami thinks you are so adorable, your energetic and loud personality you’re always really exited to train and practice he just can’t get enough of you!

He would love to hear you talk about your interests all day, wile his eating, training, practicing he wants to hear your voice all day.

If you took meds one day he would think that something was bothering you, he would ask all day if you were okay cuz you seem really quiet, until you told him that you had took the meds and that everything was okay he wouldn’t let you alone,, Kunigami loves wen you stim, is so adorable.

He would get fidget toys for you

He read so many articles and blogs about adhd he finds it really interesting and is looking forward to learning more about it <33

Overstimulation/Sensory overload

Like I said, he has read lots of stuff about adhd in the internet, overstimulation is one of them

Once he notices that everything is overwhelming to you and that you started being unresponsive, he quickly got you to somewhere quiet and calm and made you do some breathing exercises with him, he would get you your favorite snack or a plushie to help you calm down.

Thank you so much for reading! This took me a long time to write heh

Might do a part 2 with Karasu, Sae, Shidou, Kaiser, Reo and Kunigami (after wild card)

reblogs are appreciated <;33

#headcanon #adhd #adhd reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock bachira x reader #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock nagi #isagi yoichi #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyouma x reader #itoshi rin #rin x reader #kunigami x reader

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bluelocksource · 8 months

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Niko Ikki’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible).

"Even if you stop me, I won't stop coming up with ideas."

☆ Character's colour: Sky grey.

☆ Weapons: Tactical eyes. Smart in utilizing others.

☆ Birthday: 5th February.

☆ Current age: 15 (1st year of high school)

☆ Zodiac: Aquarius.

☆ Birthplace: Karuizawa, Nagano Prefecture.

☆ Family: Father. Mother. Himself.

☆ Current height: 173 cm.

☆ Foot size: 26 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: Right foot.

☆ Blood type: O.

☆ Motto: "Eyes represents a person."

☆ Team before joining BLUE LOCK: Wasurenagusa (forget-me-not) High School football club.

☆ Favorite food: Kappa ebisen. “I can’t get enough of it.”

☆ Disliked food: Grapefruit. “I need to know if it’s bitter or sweet beforehand.”

☆ Favorite animal: Ferrets. “They’re kind of cute, right?”

☆ Favorite season: Spring. “Because it’s pleasantly warm and my mind gets to rest."

☆ Favorite football player: Luka Modric. “He won the Ballon d’Or as the best player even though he has small physique.”

☆ Favorite song: “only my railgun” “This is a divine song. I listen to it before every game.”

☆ Favorite TV drama: Chernobyl. “It was an intense drama based on a true story."

☆ Favorite manga: BANANA FISH.

☆ Favorite movie: The entire “Puella Magi Madoka Magica” . “I like Sayaka’s ‘I'm really stupid’ scene.”

☆ What goes best with rice : "Korean seaweed. The compatibility is exquisite."

☆ Fixation: Eyes. “Eyes reveal a person’s personality, so I hid them.”

☆ Hobby: Watching anime. “I watch the first episode of almost every anime before deciding whether to watch the whole series or not. ”

☆ Magazine he often reads: JUMP+ "SPY x FAMILY is interesting."

☆ Ideal type: “Someone who is like a friend, prefers indoors, and, if possible, likes anime. ”

☆ What makes him happy: The word ‘Surrender’ from Yu-Gi-Oh card game.

☆ What makes him upset: Exposing his forehead. “My eyes and forehead are my delicate zone.”

☆ What he thinks his strength is: He’s cautious. “I make preparations before the game and won’t stop until I find a way that will lead me to victory.”

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: His cowardice. “I won’t compete when I know I’m going to lose.”

☆ Best subject: Music and Science (interested in space-related).

☆ Dislike/weak subject: P.E. “Swimming makes my hair wet and my face will be seen, so I would only watch the others swim from the side.”

☆ What made him cry recently: “When I lost to Isagi-kun…”

☆ Usual sleeping time: 7 hours. “Except when I’m watching anime I’m addicted to, so it will be less than that.”

☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: Starts from the forehead and ends at the forehead.

☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: He’ll buy the pure gold ‘Blue-Eyes White Dragon’ Yu-Gi-Oh card.

☆ What age he stops receiving presents from Santa: “I still receive them… is that bad?”

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: “Maybe it was…PS5?”

☆ How he spent his holiday: Watching anime.

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: “I will shave my head.”

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

#blue lock #niko ikki #trivia #trivia: niko ikki #trivia: profile #bluelocksource #our translation

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mbappebby · 1 year

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Like their older brothers series

Kylian Mbappé and Achraf Hakimi have such a good friendship on and off the field. They both have younger siblings who are the same age and also footballers who play on the same team at PSG. Ethan Mbappé, the younger brother and also captain of the team where he plays. He wants to try and make a name for himself. Anisah Hakimi, the younger sister and joined PSG when Achraf joined. She plays in the same team as Ethan and is the only girl there. Anisah and Ethan have known each other ever since she joined PSG, the pair are known as ‘Mbappé x Hakimi 2.0’ they have the same friendship like their brothers, but will it turn into something more that just a friendship?

Ethan Mbappé x Anisah Hakimi (OC)

Part 1

Being in the shadow of their older brothers isn’t fun. The two young footballers do a celebration just like their brothers when they are in the stadium watching and they love it.

Part 2

When Anisah gets injured, Ethan gets worried and especially gets even more worried when he finds out she had to go to hospital. But will something happen at the hospital which leads to Ethan being confused about their friendship?

Part 3

Anisah gets a red card after standing up for her best friend, she’s has to go to the men’s first team for advice but that means she has to face some of the best players in the world..

Part 4

Ethan get jealous as Anisah has been getting close to a new player in their team. Neymar, Messi and Mbappe notice and give Ethan some advice on how to get his girl.

Part 5

After taking his brother and his teammate's advice. Ethan goes to Achraf to ask for his blessing to date Anisah. Ethan has to try and act himself no matter what Achraf told him.

Part 6

In which Achraf and Kylian and their teammates and have an in-depth discussion about the relationship between Ethan and Anisah and start to place bets.

Part 7

Ethan and Anisah get approached by fans who ask for Anisah’s number and Ethan stands in and says that she’s taken, he then officially makes the relationships with Anisah official.

Part 8

After 2 months of secretly dating, the worst way to find out is when they are caught having a moment when the whole team walks in and that includes their older brothers..

Part 9

The new player gets a little jealous that Ethan is with Anisah now. They get into an argument about her and it turns into a fist fight.

Part 10

While doing an interview together with their older brothers, they accidentally reveal something that they’ve been hiding from the public for months and it causes chaos..

Part 11

Ethan gives Anisah a promises ring, she gets really flustered and shy when her brother and his teammates ask about it.

Part 12

Having a game the same time as the first team meant that they shared a bus to get there. A warning for Ethan and Anisah is not to fall asleep together again when around all their brothers teammates..

Part 13

France v Morocco in the final, Ethan gets the victory but the only thing he wants to do is to be there to comfort his girlfriend..

Part 14

Buying an apartment together without their brothers knowing meant that Anisah and Ethan was going to be giving a talk of a lifetime by them..

Part 15 (finale)

What’s in the future for Ethan and Anisah? Maybe he finally asks the question Anisah has been waiting for..

Started: December 2022

Finished: February 2023

#football #football imagines #kylian mbappe imagine #achraf hakimi imagine #kylian mbappe #achraf hakimi #psg #kylian mbappe x reader #achraf hakimi x reader

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dashjenners · 2 years

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The Gambler | Joe Burrow

joe burrow x reader

words: 6.1k

synopsis: you were an avid poker player, that's what you did; you never lost. but when a cocky man comes to challenge you one night, he strikes a deal to which you lose.

warnings: 18+ smut, blowjob, alcohol consumption, 69

“Royal flush beats straight, sorry boys but you're no match for the queen.”

You toss your cards down on the table, surrendering in victory while the six men who crowd you aggressively toss theirs in defeat, groaning and throwing their hands in the air for the fifth time of the night. Leaning forward with the rest of your upper body, your forearms draw the coins from the center into your grasp, your tongue winging up the side of your lips drawing a cocky grin.

You’re at the casino, “gambling”. Not only did you win five rounds straight, you won the sixth, seventh, and eighth; you were high off on the success of winning. You were playing tight, not getting a lot of action. But you had your money which meant you were running the odds. In other words, you were playing poker and everyone else was gambling. And you won, over and over and over. By midnight, you had tripled your original $30,000 buy-in and you were high off the success. Collecting the rest of your coins, your eyes catch a figure through your lashes. You notice the figure briefly, primarily focussing your eyes on your hands whilst standing up. The body, rather tall and rather wide, takes a seat across from you.

“Games not over yet sweetheart,” he smirks. Peeking your head slightly up, you notice the figure, a man, all-black attire, only, that hideous bucket hat was throwing it off along with the shades; you were inside for god’s sake. You sit back down, staring at him with a challenging look. He took off his shades to cuff them on the collar of his shirt. You recognized those eyes. Joe Burrow. Yes, you knew him. The only way you knew of him was for the love you had for football, and sure you liked him as a player, but you wouldn’t go as far as calling yourself a Bengals fan.

You didn’t know this but he had been watching you through your eight-round victories, chuckling to himself every time he saw your face light up with smiles as you stole the pot, over and over again. He knew something you didn’t, however. He thought to himself that he should use what he knew to his advantage. You, however, didn’t know anything. Only oblivious to his intentions but fully concentrated on your game. How dare he step into your territory. You weren’t phased one bit, knowing that laying a bet was your specialty.

Your luck at the gambling table never varied; it was not once fifty-fifty, you were always at least one step ahead. But you never found yourself succumbing to the tragedy of gambling because you were so proficient; learning that it wasn't about the hand you were given, but about how you used it. You could say you had a knack for laying a bet, an art for the game of poker.

With you and him locked in a challenging stare, the ninth hand was placed.

The game went on…perhaps a bit too long than what you were used to. Not only did you win your hands but you finished quickly; having the ability to sike out your opponents right away, but that was not happening right now. After a while, you started noticing that he may have a winning hand, maybe a high two pair. This can’t be possible. You were too good for mediocre poker players; you were the best player you knew. But everything went off the rails with one hand. You had been the best player at that table for eight rounds, and you didn’t know it yet, but you were about to get bluffed off the ninth win…by a fucking quarterback.

How could this happen? Because you never played with someone like Joe.

The final cards sit as the dealer places the fifth one down: Queen, Four, Ten, Ten, King. You’ve got a boat, ten’s full. Joe’s got nothing, but he made it look entirely accidental as if he had pocket queens by chance, which, if true, would give him the better full house. You call $20,000. In doing so, you see Joe counting off $30,000 which means he’s going to call. “Let’s make this interesting shall we?” He questions, leaning back in his seat. You stare into his eyes, drawing a look that gestures for him to continue. “If I win, you will come with me to the UFC event tonight. If I lose, I’ll add another ten grand.” You look at Joe. Every tale you knew about in the game, Joe was doing the opposite. You squint your eyes slightly at him before peeking down at your cards. Peering them back up, you glance at the hand before making your way back to Joe. “Deal.”

You are well aware that if Joe is going to call and not raise, it means he didn’t have the boat and he’s betting a high two-pair, probably a jack and a queen. Only, instead of calling the bet, Joe pushes $60,000 into the pot. There’s no way you could possibly lose, there’s no way this football junky knew how to play poker, at least, not the way you did. He played it well, but of course, you saw it as playing safe. So of course with you being a good sport you said, “nice bet, I’m not in this time.” You tossed in your cards, failing to realize that you had the winning hand. Joe tosses his in as well but one of them flips over and you notice.

You felt your stomach drop. “You didn’t have pocket queens?” You question, gesturing your finger to his cards, feeling your heart rate increase uncontrollably.

“I didn’t have any queens, except for the one in the middle,” he says, his smile taking up his entire expression. You can hear the other men around you begin to chuckle.

“So you had two pairs?”

“I had one pair,” he says, pointing to the tens in the middle.

And that was how you got played by a fucking quarterback.

“You bluffed,” you become snarky as you fold your arms over your chest, slightly tilting your head to the right as you stare at him in annoyance.

“Maybe I did, or maybe you’re just too gullible,” he teases.

You squint your eyes, keeping your position for a moment. So he’s a bluffer and cocky, interesting. Getting up from your seat, you wink at him giving a silent ‘well played’ as you head out to the elevator, deciding you would cash in the next morning. As you walk a little further, you feel a hand stop you. The touch was gentle but the tug of your body shooting back was aggressive. Your body turns but your eyes wander, looking for something to attach to. It wasn’t long before they were met with the arm of a man that grasped yours, peering up the tall figure to only be faced with the man who bluffed you.

“Hey!” He yells, despite his stamina as an athlete, his breathing is heavy. “I don’t know where you think you’re going sweetheart, you made a deal and lost,” he explains. It instantly clicked, the deal. There was no shake to solidify it but you were a woman of your word.

The deal was that you would go with him to the UFC event. You knew of the event tonight, being an avid watcher of fighters like Sugar Sean and Israel Adesanya, both of which you knew were fighting tonight, but curiosity started to build, wanting to know why he wanted you to attend as his plus one. “Fine, I’ll go, but you need to pay for a pass,” you explain. He chuckles as he reaches for your hand. “I can certainly do that,” he says, returning his gesture as you two leave the hotel and head to T-Mobile arena.

Having spent hours at the hotel-casino, you lost track of time. There were no ways to tell the hour and no windows exposing the time of day; time stood still without a clock. Guess that’s why casinos are like sinks, gambling just to pour all your money down the drain. The games and the atmosphere made your vice almost become an addiction, however, it’s only a problem if you’re losing. Not for you though, you’ve never lost a game of poker, until just now. But bluffing doesn’t count as a win to you; cheap tricks, not true tactics unless you did it.

So why exactly were you in Sin City other than to flaunt your game? It was simple; you were a native, born and raised. Growing up in Vegas was interesting. Where you were from was no different than any other town but the casino was your routine. You would go to eat at the cheap buffets and indulge in the arcades while the adults went to gamble all their money away. Other than that, typical schools and stores, but it was hard being in such a city where people come and go. Perhaps the New York City of the West Coast. To be honest, being around the dangers of a casino your entire life, you learned pretty quickly about the game of poker. Slot machines were rigged in your mind, but a card game of bluff and skill, that was your language.

Shortly after leaving the hotel, you were parked at the back entrance of the arena. Being in Vegas and knowing the ins and outs of style here, your outfit was casual but also spicy; simple blue-washed jeans with an orange corset tank and clear heels. You looked good while it was rather an effortless outfit, but you made sure to draw some attention to yourself considering you were in a casino with old men, perhaps another tactic for your flawless game; distract the horny men with your…assets.

Heading inside, Joe pays extra for a VIP Entrance pass for you. Walking around, his hand never left the small of your back, making sure you were always one step ahead of him; perhaps a protection mechanism. It was good that he valued security over you considering the massive packs of people that were begging him for pictures upon you two entering. This entire scene was new to you, the closest thing you got to fame was the name you built for yourself in the casinos; yeah you were rich from playing poker, but not NFL quarterback rich.

Post paparazzi session, you and Joe met up with his friends Jessie and Chidobe who also happened to be teammates of his, walking into the arena alas. You thought the rampage of fans would settle down but no, cameras instantly flashing, fans screaming as you four walked in; you were just a shadow next to them. Everyone in that arena knew who Joe was, serving as the king of Ohio; perhaps “Cincinnati Royalty.” But you, you had no clue the amount of fame he held. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel nervous with everything going on around you, even if it didn’t gesture to you.

Even though you didn’t realize it yet, the finest moment was occurring. You were feeling deeply uncomfortable, anxious, skittish even. For it was only such a moment, propelled by your discomfort, that created this attachment; the powerful force of intimacy. The tiniest amount of discomfort could ruin the most amount of joy, but the man that sat next to you with his hand over yours altered something in you; flipping the switch from angst to tranquil. And all it took was one look in the eye.

The fights you watched tonight were something out of a movie; the experience was unmatched considering you only watched them through a screen in your home. It was a completely different atmosphere for you, but somehow you were at ease by the end of the night. Despite only knowing you for a few hours, the way Joe adored you felt like a public scandal. Being in that arena all night, you two only shared one glance, but that one glance saved you from spiraling into a state of distress. He would put his hand on your thigh, rubbing it every now and then. Even though you didn’t look at him again, your peripheral vision was precise, seeing his head turn to face you here and there, smiling whilst his thumb lightly brushed the back of your hand in his clutch. The media-infested environment seemed to disappear from your worries as this man replaced everything in your mind, putting you at ease.

By the time the main event was over, you felt time flew. For some reason, time was now relative, probably because there was a clock every which way in that arena, unlike the casinos. Getting up from your seats, Joe instantly takes priority over the small of your back again, leading you out after he greets a few more fans. When you two arrived back at the Aria Hotel, you figured you were to say your goodbyes. You felt like going another round in the casino but your bed was calling your name, only, it wasn’t your bed calling out to you it was something else, or rather, someone else.

“(Y/N)!”

It was Joe. While he was at the reception desk, you had walked to the elevator already pressing the button for the eighth floor. You look up at the sound of your name and see him running towards you, hands out to reach the doors before they could close. You figured he was just catching a ride up with you, but when the doors closed, your assumption was proved wrong. He corners you, his large forearms caging you in. He looks down before making eye contact, his bright blue eyes manage to startle you, but you keep your poker face on. “Don’t leave,” he whispers. The way he was making you feel with his arms caging you in right now made you weak in the knees. The tension between you two was so palpable it could be cut with the dullest knife. You didn’t dare make a move knowing you’d probably make a fool of yourself, you only dared to be bold with a little bit of help from your friend Titos. Luckily for you, the next move wasn’t yours.

His right arm drops to your side, taking your left hand into his grasp; the familiar touch to your hand sends shivers to your skin, it being gentle but eager. When that hand grips you tighter, you have zero time to react as you are met with his lips. Both of his hands now wander to grasp your waist as he pulls you into his chest, capturing you in for a long kiss. Butterflies flood your tummy as the kiss deepens; he doesn’t do anything other than attach his lips to yours but god was it powerful.

Suddenly, the elevator dings. Quickly pulling away as the doors open, you allow two waiting men to walk in and share the tiny moving box with you. Your bodies both stand forward, but both your eyes linger downward. You felt shy but Joe, he felt frisky. He had you right where he wanted you and you were now playing his game. The elevator dings again. You turn your eyes upwards slightly to the number pad, noticing it’s on the fifth floor; three more and things were about to get…interesting.

When the two men exited the elevator, Joe was already caging you in once again. “You left me…without saying goodbye, how shameful,” he mutters, drawing a finger along your jawline. You moan at the ticklish feeling his finger gives you, taking your lower lip in between your teeth. The elevator dings again. Eighth floor. He removes his arms from around you, setting you free. Grabbing your left wrist, he pulls you eagerly out and down the hall until he reaches his room. You were shocked to see that he was in the residential suite, something you couldn’t afford even after all your poker games. Pulling out his keycard, he unlocks the door and pushes you inside.

Immediately upon entering, he swings you around and attaches his lips to yours again, your body waddling back before it makes contact with the wall. This time, the kiss was more aggressive and needy; his tongue dragged along your bottom lip before you slightly parted your mouth, it now dipping inside. You allow him entrance, his tongue colliding with yours claiming dominance over you; the kiss was magic. You swear nothing could break this moment. But you hear something. No, it wasn’t a ding, more like a prolonged ring that came from below. His phone. He releases himself from you whilst taking his phone out from his back pocket. He checks it briefly before looking at you. “Five minutes,” he says before answering the call and walking off.

That leaves you. All alone in his residential suite. Hard to believe it was only a suite when it was this big, it resembled more of a penthouse that lacked an upstairs but either way, you roamed with interest. Walking down a hallway, your fingertips brush the walls, admiring the luxurious taste of the hotel and how a simple hotel suite could look better than your own home. Rounding the corner to your right, you walk into what looks like a small living room off of the entryway. Immediately spotting a mini bar you see a Titos bottle, speeding over eagerly as you take a shot. Hopefully, this kicks in soon.

Your nerves began to get the best of you again, feeling a small pit in your lower abdomen as the curiosity about his intentions started to play through your mind. You take another shot. Was intoxication, let alone tipsiness the antidote? Perhaps not, but it was what you needed right now. Turning slightly, you spot a chess board, pieces still set up as if someone had been playing. You walk over only to move them back in place, neatly and nicely before Joe reenters.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, I just saw the pieces out of place. I didn't mean to ruin the game,” you apologize, backing away from the table.

He chuckles. “It’s alright, I wasn’t going to finish anyway. You play?”

“I can capture a king or two.”

He shakes his head slightly from side to side before looking back up at you, you now taking a seat. “Are you any good?”

“Mmm, we’ll see.”

He scoffs. That Titos must have already been kicking into gear because your next move was daring, even for you.

“Let’s make this interesting shall we?” Oh, how the tables have turned. “If I win, I get to do whatever I want with you.”

“And if I win?”

“You get to do whatever you want with me.”

He smirks before taking a seat and accepting your challenge. What he didn’t know was that you were a regular chess player; just like poker, you knew the ins and outs of the game of chess. But what you didn’t know was that he was very profound in the game as well, but surely not better than you. You reset the rest of the pieces, only to play the game.

It was silent. Nothing could be heard but the soft inhales and exhales of your noses. Each of you looks up into one another’s eyes every so often, drawing a smirk before looking back down to the board in concentration. He starts to notice ten minutes in that you have taken one up on him. You were winning, and he was becoming antsy as he realized you were good.

“So tell me, how are you so good at poker?” He asks, perhaps to serve as a distraction.

“Luck of the draw I guess,” you joke, capturing one of his pawns.

He chuckles at your witty remark. “Must be pulling a Danny Ocean. Where’s the lighter?”

“Ocean’s Thirteen? I don’t need to cheat in order to win.”

“You won eight rounds.”

“And I just won my first in chess,” you say, knocking his king off the board. “Checkmate,” you whisper, slightly smiling, looking up at him through your lashes. Such a world-renowned chess player himself and he couldn’t believe you just beat him. Leaning back slightly, you fold your arms over your chest in success. “I hope you’re not a sore loser.”

He laughs as he scoots his chair back. “You won fair and square, I’m all yours.”

You had to admit, the alcohol had made you pretty bold in just a few minutes. But it got you to a point where you felt comfortable enough to give him what he wanted. By the looks he gave you back in that arena, you knew there was intimacy that needed exploration. With the kiss back in the elevator, you knew there was sexual tension waiting to be released. And by the kiss back by the entrance, you knew he needed you bad.

Standing up, you walk over to him, reaching out for his hand. He returns the gesture, you now pulling him down the hall into the bedroom. In silence, you wrap him in front of you only to push him onto the bed. You looked at him and smirked; he couldn’t believe this was happening the other way around. He was going to be the one taking initiative, but with your bold actions from the alcohol and cockiness of a chess game, he wasn’t complaining and neither were you.

Bending down, you climb on top of him, your bodies hovering, generating heat; you go in for your attack. You slowly kiss his neck, lightly sucking to leave your mark. The gentle wet kisses you lay earned small groans from his throat, encouraging you to continue. The lightness of your lips put him into a state of bliss, his hands now roaming your clothed body, exploring all the parts that he memorized earlier. The way your shoulders were bare, the way your tank top cupped your breasts nicely, even the way your jeans hugged your legs, let alone your ass. That’s where his hands dragged next, cupping you as he gave your cheeks a few generous squeezes. You moan as you lay a kiss on his jawline, lifting slightly over his face to hover his lips; your next attack was underway.

The way your lips connected to his, it was as if there was a magnetic force between them; the connection was effortless. His small chuckles released into your mouth as he could taste the alcohol on your lips. You could tell by his movements underneath you that he was growing restless, but your lips stayed glued to him no matter how much he protested. You savored this, savored the taste of him and the pleasure that a simple kiss could give. But you knew there was more to the night, the intimacy was being explored, but the tension was rapidly building and needed to be released.

You hesitantly release your lips from his, knowing you wanted to stay that way longer but understanding that there was more to give. “I know I won, but can you show me exactly why I’m here right now at two in the morning?” You ask, now climbing off of him. He looks hopeless before you but it makes sense when your eyes linger a bit lower. “I think we both know why you’re here sweetheart,” he says. Trailing down his frame to his jeans, you eye his prominent bulge, eyes growing a bit at the sight. Without any effort, he stands up, taking everything off in one swift motion; he exposes himself to you entirely.

Despite the alcohol in your system, you were well aware of what was in front of you and no amount of intoxication could keep you from admiring this masterpiece. You take a gander at everything: his broad shoulders, the way they wing out, his vascular arms, the way his veins pulse through his delicate skin, his large chest that you lay your hand to as you continue your examination, his muscular thighs and calves. But you’d be lying if you said all that took your attention because there was one thing that you laid your eyes to that put you in a trance.

“Wow, y-you’re um…pretty big,” you say shyly, not knowing if you could handle such a package. You instantly felt lost; the trance his member put you in made you nervous. Sure, you’ve had sex plenty of times but this size was overstepping the boundaries; you didn’t know if you could handle it.

“Hey, look at me,” he says, reaching down to cup your cheek to lean you up to meet his gaze. “You can take it, baby.” It’s as if his words were so encouraging that you lost your nervousness. The constant tug of war with your emotions was a burden on your mind, but it made this the finest moment. His eyes, his voice, his everything, it was all like a tranquilizing dart that hit you and forced you to surrender to him. He made you do things, things you wouldn’t normally do, like right now.

Staring into his blues, you grasp his cock beneath you, lightly stroking him as his eyes flutter. You feel him extend in your clutch, his throat drawing groans as you pleasure him with small strokes. His pupils, the lust and joy he feels physically cause them to dilate as they look at you. It was like the first time your eyes acquainted; a moment that was meant to be nothing, but turned out to be the beginning of everything.

You release your grasp, gaining a small whimper from him. “Lay back down for me,” you speak softly. As he lays back down and finds comfortability, you climb next to him on your hands and knees, only to turn yourself sideways, grasping his cock once again. You lean down, mouth hovering over his cock as your eyes peer to the side to look at Joe. You gave his tip a light kitten lick and watched him as he shuddered in pleasure. “So your idea of doing anything is teasing me?” He complains. You flash a knowing smile, but that wasn’t at all what you were willing to give. Thanks to a little boost, you were there to fuck him.

You prop your ass in the air and take his cock into your mouth. “Oh fuck,” he groans, his head leaning back to the mattress as you suck him off. You’re sloppy, working his cock up and down, utilizing your hand at the base to handle what you couldn’t take. Your tongue swirled around the head, only to go back down to challenge yourself to take him as deep as you could. But your gag reflex was no match for him. “Fuck baby, don’t hurt yourself now,” his head lifts to check on you but quickly hits the mattress again in pleasure. You could tell he was close by how quickly he was bucking his hips, his cock unintentionally pushing further down your throat. You gag once more, but Joe stays planted on the mattress, the pleasure becoming too much for him; you retreat.

His head jolts up to find you moving back up at the foot of the bed, his throbbing cock leaning against his stomach with nothing for it to grasp. Teasingly, you begin to remove your clothes. You begin with your heels, unstrapping them easily and tossing them to the side. Next, it was your jeans; swiveling them down your long lean legs, leaving you in your white laced panties. Last but certainly not least, your top. There was no bra underneath so you were about to give him a show. Crossing your arms at the hem of your top, you lift it over your head, your breasts falling into place as you toss it with the rest of your clothes. His eyes grow wide and it seems his dick got harder too. But his patience was growing thin.

Standing back up, he swings you around and presses you to the mattress, wanting full control despite his loss. The dim lights that illuminate the room makes your figure exquisite with just the smallest bit of luminescence; he captures your physique, his cock instantly twitching at the sight. Like you, he too wanted to savor everything, especially the force of your lips smushed together. But also like you, he was eager and needed more friction.

Leaning over you, he places a kiss on your jawline before staring you down as he migrates his lips to your breasts. Keeping his stare on yours, he reaches his tongue down to lick a stripe on your nipple, causing you to whimper while taking your lower lip into your mouth. He chuckles, retracting his tongue. He loses his stare, but his entire mouth went into effect, sucking on the delicate skin of your breast. Your moans, they're so soothing they sedate him. He hums in his attack, the vibrations giving you more sedation.

Continuing his movements, he shares his love with your other breast while reaching his hand down to the hem of your panties. You’re too in your world to notice the migration of his hand but when he dips his fingers inside, your head bends back in pleasure. He rubs your clit softly, only needing to build you up slightly enough to get you started before he releases his mouth from you. He stays there for a minute, applying slight pressure to your sensitive bud, drawing out your moans as your hands fiddled with his hair. Soon, there was nothing for your hands to play with, you peeked up to see Joe kneeling at the edge of the bed. He stares you down again, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead; he knew you would allow him, but he wanted to make sure you were content.

Nodding your head, he slips your laced panties down your legs, spreading you wide. “Jesus Christ (y/n), such a pretty pussy,” he compliments, rubbing small circles over your clit again. The burning pleasure you felt from such sensitivity made you wince; it was his sign to work somewhere else. His fingers retract their movements, leaving him to lean down and kiss your sensitive bundle of nerves before licking a stripe. With that small kitten lick, he enters two fingers inside you. The soft squeaks you release cause his cock to pulse below as the only friction he receives is the small touch of his tip hitting the sheets.

His lips close around your bud, running his tongue along your slit while his fingers go deep. The pads of his fingers locate your g-spot, curling them up once he hits it. He groans against you, the vibrations becoming too much as he sucks your bud and pumps you effortlessly; he can feel you growing weak. Your legs begin to uncontrollably shake and you don’t think you can hold out much longer. Taking himself away from you completely, he grasps your legs, pulling you down to the foot of the bed.

This was the part. The part that brought back all your nerves. You had been so relaxed up until this point and he could sense a loss from you. “Look at me,” he says, slightly leaning over your midsection, running his cock through your folds. You moan at the touch. “I’ll be gentle, you can take it.” Once again his words erased everything; your body instantly surrendered to him.

He enters you, slowly. Needing to fill you up but also take the time to ease you into it. His length was something you’ve never experienced before; both the pain and pleasure fighting for dominance as he pushes into you further and further. Each time his base coats another fraction of your walls, your moans become more silenced; feeling the need to release screams but the only thing that could form were your facial expressions. He fucks you; he fucks you good. His cock pulls in and out of you, bottoming out each time. His tip brushes your cervix as the slight curve in his length hits your g-spot repeatedly.

Beneath him, you tremble, little whimpers coming out of your mouth as you did your best to take him, all of him. “So fucking tight baby, shit,” he curses with amusement and lust stirring in his eyes. He continued to pull out and thrust back into you, the cries of slight discomfort turning into an abundance of pleasure each time as you clawed at his arms. Leaning down closer to you, he brings his lips to your neck, sucking harshly, surely leaving some bruises before cuffing your ear. “Stay quiet, pretty girl, wouldn’t want to get kicked out now would we?” His words were angelic yet sinister; ordering you to stop something that was caused by his own actions, but his slight ego drew you to him.

The fastened pace he had only grew sloppy, feeling his release approaching as your stomach began to coil. The alcohol was no longer instilled in you, but you were still feeling bold. Perhaps from the comfort you felt with Joe throughout the night or maybe because your sexual needs went into overdrive. You bend down to push him off of you, your bodies leaving the attachment with one another. “I want,” you start to speak, but your breathing is so heavy and staccato, lacking any form of rhythm.

“What do you want, baby?” He questions with a smirk, lightly stroking his cock.

“I wanna taste myself on you,” you whisper.

“69?” He asks. You nod your head up and down, him moving forward to lay down next to you.

You turn and kick your leg over him, positioning yourself with his cock as he grips your thighs, pulling you closer to his face. While you stick his cock down your throat, his hands are gripping your ass and he’s plunging his tongue in and out of you. You don’t know why you got the sudden urge to do this considering the amount of moans escaping your mouth were keeping you from sucking him, however, you stroke him anyways.

The louder you got, the more he devoured you. The pattern of his tongue slipping through your folds, only to delve back into your tight little hole. At this point, you were gone, trying to quicken your strokes as you felt yourself on the brink of release; he too was close. With just a few more licks to your dripping core and a few more sucks to his throbbing cock, you two were cumming in each other's mouths, savoring every last drop of your arousals.

“Fuck, (y/n). Get up here,” he demands, lightly pushing your ass forward, gesturing for you to turn around. In doing so, you swing over him again and attach your lips to his, indulging in each other, your arousals still glistening on your lips as you taste one another. Both of you moan into the kiss, loving the attachment again as the sexual tension was finally released; the exploration was complete.

Releasing yourself from him, you fall to your side, remaining in his embrace. “Fuck, that was, uh-”

“Somethin',” you finish his sentence.

“Yeah, it was,” he laughs.

Both of you lay there in each other's arms for a moment, catching your breaths from the marathon you just had; basking in the after-sex glow. Your breathing took a few hitches before leveling out again. Wallowing in the warmth of Joe next to you, the comfort allowed your body to relax, enough to cause you to drift off.

Joe too was feeling the post-sex crash, but he couldn’t quite take his mind off of the night. The quick turnaround of his trip ended with a pretty girl laying naked in his arms. You weren’t aware of this, but once he turned and found you sound asleep, he grabbed one of his overnight t-shirts and slipped it on you, making sure not to wake you up. The exposure of your body was a masterpiece to him, but he wanted to be respectful of your vulnerability.

The last thing you remember was getting fucked by a quarterback who bluffed out of a win earlier that night, but somehow the sex was still making love. Yet, the last thing Joe remembers is the pretty girl that sleeps next to him; a melody that haunted his dreams.

#joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow smut #dashjenners fic

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innerslumber · 1 year

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You know I'll read the hell out of anything you write, but can you post a snippit of the football au? (Also 15????? Wow, I kinda feel bad only having 4!) ❤️

Hi Lis!!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

Oh my gosh hon, you don’t have to feel bad that you have 4 WIPs. It means you have actually been finishing things and posting!! That’s wonderful!! Unlike me who is constantly drowning in them lololol!! So here is a bit of my Stucky football AU and I hope you like it!

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"It should be illegal to look that hot."

Bucky looked up at hearing Becca's voice and he could see from the kitchen that she had the television on. It was showing a rerun of the NFL draft and his appetite immediately soured. He closed the fridge door, no longer interested in grabbing a snack.

Becca waved her hand up and down at the screen, emphasizing the sheer size of the man smiling on the stage. His hair shone bright golden under the lights and the jersey with #1 emblazoned in white was a beacon shouting, Here I am! Steve Rogers! First pick of the draft!

"Seriously, how is even his teeth so damn perfect," exclaimed Becca. She started cramming mouthfuls of popcorn in a way that made Bucky grimace slightly as she continued to ogle the star athlete. "I gotta say, seeing Tony Stark buy an expansion team and luring Coach Fury out of retirement was not in my bingo card this year. Now they drafted the best college quarterback in the country and holy shit, I might have to jump on that bandwagon even though the team name is weird. The Avengers? What was Stark smoking?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and tried to scroll on his phone to distract himself from the television. "Don't let Dad hear you say that. He didn't indoctrinate us from birth into the Colts fandom for you to stray."

“Well the Colts are drafting like shit this year so excuse my wandering eyes. I can’t believe they drafted that idiot out of Georgia when you are so much better than him. It’s so stupid and-”

“That’s enough, Becca.”

Becca’s mouth shut together with an audible snap when she saw the look of despair on her brother’s face. She put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and slowly walked toward him. Placing a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder, she tried to exude as much comfort as possible. “Hey come on, Bucky. It’s only been two weeks since the draft ended. You know this is the time when free agents get picked up. There’s still a chance you’ll get a call.”

Bucky sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, his whole body radiating distress. He knew it had been a long shot when he had declared for the draft but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance at the big times.

It’s not that he hated his life in small town Indiana. He had a great family and a solid group of friends he had grown up with. But ever since he had shown an aptitude for sports at an early age, he had dreamed of a life beyond the borders of his hometown. A life where he didn’t end up working at the factory that employed 70% of the local population, including his father. A life where he didn’t have to drive over an hour to Indianapolis and hook up with anonymous men off Grindr because he was too scared of being outed. People can say what they wanted about how much progress the country has made but Bucky wasn’t going to take a chance on his football prospects over if a coach was a bigot.

Not that it fucking matters how deep in the closet I am that I might as well be in Narnia. No one is going to call.

He sighed again when he saw how worried his sister looked. “It’s okay, Becca. I’ll be fine. I mean, there’s always next year, right?”

She didn’t seem very convinced by his attempt at a cheerful tone but she let it go. Bucky patted her hand on his shoulder and walked toward the patio door. He needed some air and to get away from the television that felt like a never-ending taunt of unachievable wants.

Once outside, he took a deep breath of the crisp night air and tried to relax all of his tense muscles. His eyes landed on the homemade football training equipment that his Dad had built when Bucky was in high school. They were worn and battered, taking the brunt of Bucky’s strength and speed over the many years. It was a point of pride for George Barnes that he continued to fix them up instead of having to make whole new ones, no matter how much Bucky abused them.

Thoughts of his father made him melancholy again. He knew his family was disappointed for him when the invitations never came. No combine, no draft. Just silence where there had been excitement and hope. Bucky tried not to feel bitter about the past year and how his college coach had basically cut his playing time to a third of his usual. Bucky had never been one for playing politics and he hadn’t been willing to lick his old coach's boots. He didn’t regret standing by his principles but he had paid the price. Less playing time meant less exposure and the scouts passed you by.

And despite what he had told Becca, he knew the window of opportunity was closing fast. Every year there were new prospects, younger and faster. The older he got and the farther he got from regular playing time, the chance of him making any roster was dwindling. So instead of bright lights and the cheer of the crowd, Bucky was mentally preparing himself for a dead end job, lonely nights and being just another washed out college athlete.

He was so deep in his misery that he didn’t hear the patio door opening and Becca calling for him until she shoved him from behind. Bucky whirled around and gaped at her. “What the fuck, Becca! Can’t you see I’m throwing myself a pity party here?”

“Save your angsting for later, you jackass. Here!” She shoved the cellphone he had left on the kitchen counter by his face. “Your phone is ringing!”

Bucky took the phone from his sister and squinted at the screen. He didn’t recognize the number but he did know the area code. It was a New York area code. Suddenly, his heart started beating like crazy as the small rectangle device vibrated in his palm.

“Are you going to answer or what?” Becca yelled, her voice shrill in panic.

Bucky quickly swiped his screen and placed it by his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello. Is this James Barnes?”

He had to swallow around a nervous lump in his throat. The male voice was not familiar and Bucky’s brain went into overdrive of speculation. He coughed and finally managed to respond.

“Uhh…yes, this is James Barnes.”

There was a momentary rustling of sound from the other end, perhaps papers being moved about. The mysterious man started speaking again as Bucky tried to keep his cool.

“It’s nice to finally speak to you James. My name is Phil Coulson and I’m the Director of Scouting for the Avengers. Do you have a moment to chat?”

#hmm i guess this is more than a snippet lol #my outline for this fic is ridiculous #i love angsty Bucky lol #steve is gonna get tackled so much #tee hee #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #sports au #football au #wip #wip game #ask game #thank you for the ask!!

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meetmypointlessaddiction · 10 months

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So It's Gonna Be Forever

Summary: Joel Miller and Emily Harper have been best friends since 2nd grade and at the end of freshman year become something more. Will they last or will their new label ruin it all.

Joel Miller gets some lovin' because god knows he deserves it.

Chapter 1

Warnings: Mentions of rough childhood and some violence between father and son but that isn't for another few chapters. Mentions and allusions to smut but never actually turns into smut.

I understand that this might not be everyone's cup of tea so if it's not for you, just don't read.

If there's anything that is possibly triggering that I haven't mentioned in the warnings please let me know as this is not beta'd and it is very possible that I've missed something.

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Joel Miller was extremely unlucky. His mother died halfway through his sophomore year and his father spiralled into a good for nothing drunk, leaving him and his younger brother Tommy to fend for themselves. When their father hit his lowest points, Joel was always the one to take the blame, not wanting Tommy to be too badly affected and from there sprouted a routine of protecting and doing everything he could to not disappoint anyone else.

Emily Harper had been a friend of the Miller’s ever since they met on a playground in their neighbourhood. Since then, their relationship had only grown from strength to strength, the pair eventually becoming something more than friends at the end of their freshman year. However, being the best friend/girlfriend of Joel Miller came with some additions. It also meant that she was close with Tommy, the two never far away from each other. Her parents loved Joel and Tommy like their own sons, often inviting them round for a dinner they knew would otherwise be forgotten about once they returned home.

“Come on, Joel. It’s one night away from him, please? He can even stay with my parents if he wants to.” Emily begged, tugging on Joel’s hand. The pair walked home together every day, Tommy meeting them there after walking with his friends. Every Saturday, the popular kids threw parties for the seniors, usually celebrating a football win.

“Em, please? I really don’t wanna go, maybe next time.” Joel tried, trying desperately to wriggle his way out of it. Joel Miller was not a partying kind of kid, preferring to sit at home with Tommy, preparing himself for the next screaming attack from his father. “Listen, you know I’m not a social kind of guy. Why don’t you come round, I’ll find some beers from somewhere and we’ll kick back and relax.”

“If we’re not going to a party, I’m not sittin’ in your place again, the cable doesn’t even work most days. You’re not workin’ tomorrow, Tommy ain’t got nothin’ planned, come over, have dinner. I’ll get my dad to buy a few beers and they might even let Tommy have one, no harm no foul.” She shrugged and Joel contemplated it. It was a Friday night, their dad wouldn’t be back until the early hours of the morning and he would pass out before he had the chance to go looking for either of his sons.

“Fine, fine. I’ll wait for Tommy and then we’ll come over with a change of clothes. An hour, tops.” Joel decided, the pair coming to a stop outside the Miller Household. “We won’t be long, ok?” He muttered as she pulled him in for a hug, kissing his cheek.

“Do me a favour, cowboy? Stop bein’ so damn stubborn all the time?” She teased, punching his arm. “We have this conversation every Friday and you always use Tommy as your get out of jail free card. Come up with a better excuse. I love you.” She laughed, walking down the street, Joel trying to find it in himself to tell her those same words back.

While Joel and Emily told each other most things, the Miller’s home life was kept a secret to the outside world, only a few details being revealed. In truth, the reason Joel never left Tommy alone with their father was because of the disaster that happened with his mother. From then on, Joel took on the protective role over Tommy and refused to let anything happen to the 14 year old.

Joel busied himself by collecting the takeout containers and bottles of beer that had piled up since his dad’s return last night and him leaving while the boys were at school. Joel wasn’t much of a chef but his mother had taught him enough of the basics to be able to keep him and Tommy alive and fed, Joel having given up on trying to give his father anything other than a new bottle of beer.

“Joel! We goin’ to Emily’s place again?” Tommy yelled through the house as he opened the door. “Joel?!” Joel snapped out of his daydream and turned to face his little brother.

“Sorry bud. Yeah, get a change of clothes and your toothbrush and you can head over. I’ll finish cleanin’ up his mess and then I’ll follow you.” Joel nodded at Tommy, pushing his head jokingly. “Maybe we can get Carol to trim these locks of yours.”

“Not a chance, man. The ladies love it!” Tommy cried, moving from his brother’s attacks on his hair.

“Ah, the intelligent ladies of the 9th grade.” Joel mocked and Tommy rolled his eyes, shoving Joel with his shoulder as he walked to his room to pack a bag. “Let Em know I’ll be over as soon as I can.” He reminded Tommy as the boy set off out of the door.

“You know that she’ll be over to help as soon as she sees me turn up on my own.” Tommy replied and Joel chuckled to himself, wiping the puddle of alcohol that had spilled by the couch. Joel often found himself working as a maid in his own house, Tommy doing his best to help out whenever he wasn’t getting distracted by a new comic book his friends had let him borrow.

“What did I tell you about leavin’ that to your dad?” Emily scolded as she walked in the door and Joel laughed, dropping the rag onto the counter. “He expects it now so he’s never gonna try and clean it up himself.”

“I’d rather not come home to maggots in takeout boxes, I’ll be completely honest.” Joel quipped and Emily huffed, walking into Joel’s room and shoving some of his clothes into a bag. Joel watched as she picked up a white shirt of his that had been stained a reddish colour. “I put Tommy’s jersey in and it stained all the white stuff.” Joel answered the unspoken question and Emily frowned.

“I liked this shirt.” She mourned the loss of her favourite shirt by holding it up and catching a whiff of the laundry detergent Joel used to clean his clothes.

“Correction, you like stealin’ it any time I come over.” Joel teased and Emily rolled her eyes. “Take it, I sorta managed to shrink it too. There are a few others you can take, may as well go to a better home, right?”

“You just like seeing me in your clothes.” Joel nodded and Emily smiled, shoving a flannel and a clean pair of jeans in the bag as well as another pair of underwear.

“You expectin’ me to sleep buck naked, sweet cheeks?” Joel asked, reaching into his drawers to pull out a pair of sweatpants.

“No but you always sleep in your boxers anyway so I don’t see the issue. Free up baggage space for the snacks I will force you to go and get me later, duh.” She stated and Joel chuckled, shoving the sweats into the bag and slinging it over his shoulder. When the pair arrived at Emily’s house, Tommy was standing at the stove, stirring whatever it was that Carol was making, trying his best to be helpful. “Joel, how are you honey?” Carol attacked him with a tight squeeze and a dozen kisses to the cheek.

“I’m doin’ good thank you, Carol. Is Jerry still at work?” Joel asked, receiving a knowing look for Emily’s mother as he set his bag at the bottom of the stairs, ready to take up to the spare room later that night. The small talk continued for a while before Emily took Joel’s hand and dragged him up the stairs, closing her bedroom door behind them. Her lips were pressed against his and he grinned, holding her hip with his free hand. “Christ, baby. How long you been keepin’ that to yourself?” He teased, resting his forehead against hers.

“Still don’t understand why we can’t just go with it, it’s not like anybody really cares what we’re up to, Joel. Nobody would bother us. We could at least tell Tommy.” She whispered before he leaned down and kissed her again. Footsteps on the stairs brought them out of their bubble and the pair pulled away from each other, a knock on the door making Joel walk to the other side of the room and make himself look busy.

“Em, your father’s home and dinner is almost done.” Carol said through the wood of the door and Joel smiled, nodding at her to open the door. Carol’s face appeared as the door swung open and she smirked. “Ok, lovebirds, downstairs or I out your asses.” She threatened and Joel gasped, his hand flying to his chest as he feigned distress.

“You wouldn’t.” Emily threw a shoe at him and he laughed, walking over to her and kissing her temple. “I’m kidding, darlin’. Come on before your dad kills me.” Your mother had known about the two of you for a while after you had failed at sneaking Joel out one day during junior year, the anniversary of his mother’s death leaving him needing a little comfort. Since then, she had always covered for the pair of you, accepting Joel into the family officially, and surprising you with a box of condoms which you threw at Joel’s head the next time he entered through your bedroom window.

“What the fuck? That the greeting I’m getting now?” He groaned, rubbing the spot on his head where the corner of the box had hit.

“You asshole. Because of your clumsy ass, my mother has taken it upon herself to provide us with condoms and a daily reminder that she doesn’t want any grandbabies just yet.” Joel chuckled, looking at the box and pressing a kiss to Emily’s forehead.

“I’ll have to tell her thank you, been meaning to buy some more. Goin’ through ‘em like crazy, sweet cheeks.” He whispered, pressing a kiss under her ear and she gasped, pushing him back. “Hey, at least she ain’t threatenin’ to chop my dick off. Would make the experience really borin’ for the both of us.” He huffed and she just rolled her eyes.

“Joel Miller, you say nothing to my mother about the condoms or I won’t give you a damn reason to use them.” She hissed and he pouted, throwing the box into Emily’s bedside table with a smirk.

Joel and Emily set the table while Tommy helped Carol carry out the plates, placing one in front of each seat. Emily sat across from Joel, Tommy sitting next to Joel while Jerry sat at the head of the table, Carol sitting beside Emily. “So kids, coming closer to winter break. Joel, Tommy, any plans?” Tommy tensed beside Joel, who shook his head.

“I’ll pick up a few more shifts at the garage, save up for my own truck. Tommy is going to a festival somewhere for a few days, which week?” Joel asked, nudging Tommy with his knee, shooting him a questioning look and Tommy nodded, glad the topic had moved on.

“First weekend in.” Tommy commented and Jerry, Carol and Emily nodded, Emily’s legs tangling with Joel’s underneath the table.

Once everyone had finished their meals, Joel and Emily offered to clean up while her father went to shower and her mother and Tommy made themselves busy around the house, Tommy flicking through some magazine he’d brought with him. “What was all that about?” Emily asked as she handed Joel another plate to dry and put away.

“All what?” Joel asked, sending her a confused glance.

“Tommy losin’ his voice. That never happens.”

“Ma used to take us out a lot in the winter break to my Aunt’s cabin and to markets so I guess it’s just become a soft spot, that’s all.” Joel reassured, kissing his girlfriend’s temple. “It’s cute that you worry ‘bout him but I promise that he’s ok.” Emily nodded and Joel smiled, putting away the last of the dishes before he was being dragged into the living room to watch a movie with Emily and Tommy, her parents heading upstairs and calling it a night.

“When are you two gonna hurry up and fuckin make out?” Tommy muttered after watching the two of them throw popcorn at each other for 10 minutes, a handful hitting him every so often.

“Hey, watch your damn language.” Joel scolded and Tommy rolled his eyes, throwing up a middle finger towards Joel who took another sip of his beer. “Ain’t it past your bedtime anyway?” Joel grumbled, the distance between him and Emily making him irritable.

“You just want me to leave so you can cuddle your girlfriend, fine. You guys think you’re bein’ so sneaky but I’ve know for ages.” Tommy teased and Joel flipped him off. “I’m surprised you don’t remember actually. I’d snuck in after leavin’ Andy’s a little earlier than expected and you two were fuckin’ bare ass in his bed. Didn’t take a genius to figure it out.” Tommy shrugged and Joel and Emily blushed, Joel throwing a pillow at his brother and shooing him upstairs. “Fine, don’t answer me but for the love of God, if you ever fuck in his bed, put a pillow behind the headboard. Hearin’ dads headboard is disgusting but yours?!” Tommy gagged and Joel snickered, Emily pushing her feet into his ribs.

“G’night Tommy.” Joel muttered as Tommy made his way upstairs.

“Don’t be too loud.”

“Shut it, Tarzan. Go to sleep while your brother gets the best-.” Tommy ran up the stairs, not wanting to hear the rest of her sentence, and Joel and Emily burst into a fit of silenced giggles, not wanting to wake up her parents.

“You’re cruel, darlin’.” Joel muttered, letting Emily curl into his side and she smiled, pressing a kiss to his shirt covered chest. “C’mon, I’ll take ya up to bed before you start droolin’.” He teased, pressing a few gentle kisses to the crown of her head and her cheeks before, liting her into his arms, a giggle escaping her lips.

“Jesus, Joel. A little warnin’ next time.” She complained and Joel smirked, using his elbow to push the handle down on her door and throwing her on the bed, dropping down beside her.

“You usually love it when I take you by surprise. Oh, Joel. More, baby, move.” He pitched his voice a little higher and threw his head back, Emily swatting at his chest.

“Was gonna blow you tonight but I’m rethinking my plan.” Joel scoffed and raised his eyebrows, calling bullshit.

“You wouldn’t risk it with your parents bein’ home and my brother in the room next door. ‘Sides, I’m expected to be seen on the couch in the mornin’ when your dad leaves for work and if he finds me fuckin’ blissed out in your bed, I’m dead.” Joel finished his rant with a kiss to her lips and then stood, making his way towards the door.

“You could stay. Pops is working the night shift tomorrow so he’ll probably lay in until noon. He doesn’t normally look in anyway, not until he knows I’m up and changed. Nothin’ more than an innocent snugglin’ and smoochin’, right?” Joel chuckled, kissing her again and laying back down next to her.

“A lil’ snuggle an’ smooch ain’t never done us any harm before. Fine, but I ain’t takin’ my shirt off. He’d come to conclusions.” Joel complained, changing his jeans for the sweatpants he had thrown into his bag but taking his shirt off anyway after receiving multiple kisses across his chest and those pleading eyes that he could never say no to. “You know, my dad’s goin’ away with his fishing buddies next weekend, they’ll probably spend the entire trip in a bar but it means I’ve got a free house. It falls on a weekend where Tommy is going to his friends for a football game so we could rent a few movies, get a few drinks and just kickback for a few nights if you’re feelin’ up to it.”

Emily just smiled, settling against his chest with a content hum. “Lemme think about it and I’ll let you know.” She replied through a yawn and Joel smiled, pressing his lips to her temple and rubbing his thumb over her jaw.

“Get some sleep, sweet cheeks. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” He assured, settling down next to her and pulling the duvet up to her chin.

“G’night cowboy. I love you.”

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moki-dokie · 8 days

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I was obsessed with this song when it came out - in 2003. little did i realize how much worse it would get. i don't think i even had the ability as a freshly minted teenager to fathom a future worse than all of this. i don't think most of us did tbh. after all, we were promised the best and brightest and most fulfilling future of any generation. we lucky millennials. and yet 20 years later, here we are. living every dystopian nightmare we never thought possible as kids. in 20 years a song depicting what seemed like the worst outcome i could think of is now normal. idk maybe we should have seen all the blaring warning signs but for fucks sake most of them were buried in comedy, irony, sarcasm, fiction, or music that was mostly underground. no wonder we didn't think to take it seriously. anyway. have a listen. (and do keep in mind the language of the time) lyrics under the cut

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Your cellphone, your wallet, your time, your ideas. No bar-code, no party, no ID, no beers. Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears. No SIM card, no disco, no photo, not here. Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets. Your profits, your time off, your fashions, your sex. Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass. Your laughs, your balls, we want it all (we want your soul).

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul).

Tell us your habits, your fads, your fears. Give us your address, your shoe size, your years. Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes. Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life. Show us your children, your photos, your home. Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan. Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit. Play the lottery, play football, play the field, snort some toot.

We'll show you shrinks, we'll show you spooks, we'll buy you drinks, throw away your books. We'll sell you crap, we'll charge you tax, we're out buying big guns and you'll front the cash (we want your soul).

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul).

Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams. Your checkbook, your essence, your sweat, your screams. Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society. Your self, your place, your distance, your space.

[Bill Hicks] Go back to bed America, your government is in control again. Here. Watch this. Shut up. You are free to do as we tell you. You are free to do as we tell you.

Here's boy bands, here's Mackers, here's Britney, here's cola. Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some roller. Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah. Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa. Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans. Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps. Here's live talk-shows, here's video games, here's cola-lite, here's ten more lanes. Here's filter-tips, here's collagen lips, here's all-night malls, here's plastic hips (we want your soul).

Your cash, your house, your phone, your life (we want your soul). [Bill Hicks] Go back to bed America, your government is in control again. Here. Here's American Gladiators. Watch this. Shut up. Go back to bed America, here's American Gladiators. Here's 56 channels of it. Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together, and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom. Here you go America. You are free to do as we tell you. You are free to do as we tell you.

No hippies, no strays, no drop-outs, no gays. No lefties, no loonies, no opinions, no way. No thinkers, no teachers, no facts, no freaks. No skaters, no tweakers, no truth, no sleep.

Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshakes, here's blue jeans. Here's padded bras, here's armpit wax, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps. Here's very very very very very very very very very very very very long infomercials.

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charlotte-of-wales · 4 months

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Hey so I know you were in Italy for a bit. I’m visiting I March. Would love any tips/recommendations for Milan Rome Naples or Amalfi

omg I am turning into those annoying people who never shut up about their study abroad but I gotchu

I never been to Italy in March so I can't help in the weather department and unfortunately I never made my way to the Amalfi so I can't help there either :/

continuing under the cut bc this good looong

overall, food-wise I don't have any specific recommendations because it does depend on where you're staying but honestly even turist traps usually have good food (although very overpriced) but as a rule of thumb, if people are ushering you in and they have pictures on the menu or pasta for over 15 euros.....probably a turist trap. Absolutely try the amatriciana in Rome and honestly.....order whatever tf you want because guess what? Some Italians are going to judge you regardless, do not care about their cappuccino or cheese rules.

Rome and Milan both have good public transportation systems (Milan's a little better though), and I don't know about Naples because I didn't use public transit there. Both Milan and Rome accept Apple Pay and I recommend doing that instead of buying a paper ticket every time/using your credit card to pay. The Rome metro can get pretty crowded (especially at Termini station, aka my own personal hell) but around 5-6pm when traffic is horrible it's better to get on the metro than on a bus. Also the metro comes more regularly.

for Milan, you probably only need 2-3 days tops and last time I went I stayed close to Castello Sforza and I feel like anything central like that/closer to the Duomo is fine because you can just walk. I recommend doing the obvious sights there and then they have good museums/couture shops if that's what you're into.

for Naples, I didn't get to visit the palace there and I regret it because it looks gorgeous from the outside. You can see a bit without actually buying a ticket to go in if you don't have much time. I also recommend going to the palace in Caserta if you can because it's GORGEOUS. Oh, and try the fried pizza; it's dripping with oil and smells funky but literally some of the best food I've had there was in Naples. They're also football OBSESSED if you're into that. There's also a massive archeological museum in Naples with a bunch of stuff from Pompeii.

and now Rome.....my beloved. So much to do, see, and eat. I always recommend staying closer to the Vatican because it's more lowkey but staying downtown is good too. I recommend the obvious things (Colosseum, Pantheon, St. Peter's) but also the Orange Gardens, Villa Borghese and Trastevere. Also if you see a place advertising that they have suppli and it looks crunchy GET IT. Miss my daily suppli so much. Oh, take advantage of those 3 euro breakfasts. And a piece of advice I was given that I always pass along, go inside churches in Rome when you can. That's where you'll find the prettiest places, even if it's not a known/massive church. They also have amazing archeological museums that I can recommend more in depth but that depends on your taste.

oh, regarding safety I was never pickpocketed but in crowded trains you definitely see people ogling turists so make sure you have your bags closed and in front of you and don't keep anything in your pocket. unfortunately you need to be aware of all times. and don't buy tickets to museums/sites from randoms on the street (saw that happening all the time at the Vatican) always buy at the ticket office or at the website.

#i could talk about rome for hours #i feel like this wasn't as specific but I can get more in depth especially about rome #answered

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 10 months

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Hurt!Michael Masterlist

Blue Masquerade (ao3) - CalumSmiles (dreamforlife) michael/luke E, 85k

Summary: Michael is in love with Luke. That much is clear. Well, to Calum, Ashton and the rest of the world anyway. Luke is blissfully oblivious to the blatant signs. He gets a girlfriend. Michael tries to move on.

Spoiler: he fails.

defy the world to make you smile (ao3) - malumqt (bunwuji) michael/calum N/R, 9k

Summary: "Hey mate. Are you okay?" Calum asked with concern lacing his voice, but the boy simply shrugged. Calum pursed his lips. He wanted to stay and make sure the boy was okay, but that might be weird. Kuma seemed to have a different idea as she noticed his saddness and curled up next to him. Like she had done so many times when Calum was sad.

fire (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: michael takes fire to the face for luke.

Foolishly, Completely Falling (ao3) - lrhskinnyjeans michael/luke G, 3k

Summary: Luke was grinning like an idiot, and he swore that he felt his cheek tingling in the place that Michael's lips touched his skin. He was giddy and joyous as he walked down the stairs, taking them two at a time. And yeah, Luke was gonna call Michael, because if there was anything he wanted in the world, it was to see that boy again.

or alternatively, Luke is a hockey player and he finds figure skater Michael with a sprained ankle and decides to take care of him.

Have Faith In This Fragile World (ao3) - SilentlyFighting michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 19k

Summary: Michael Clifford is well known in his school, not for being popular, far from it, he is the nerd. The goody-two-shoes hasn't had the best past but his peers do not know this and a couple of the football team decide that he is their next target. A mysterious group of boys make an appearance, saving him multiple times, and when Michael runs out of money to buy food, they even find ways to get him food.

The boys do not scare him that much but they certainly catch his attention. Michael learns the names of two of the boys but the leader is set to keep his identity a secret. But, when Michael has another run in with the football team and they use him as bait, will the boys identity reveal itself?

hold me down, throw me in the deep end & watch me drown (ao3) - bloodsparks (orphan_account) michael/luke M, 8k

Summary: Luke is hurting, and god knows so is Michael, but being together makes the pain a little less vivid.

I'll look after you (like I've never done before) (ao3) - anykindofgal N/R, 5k

Summary: No one had heard from Michael in a few days. No texting, no calling, no hanging out. They had their own lives and things to do, they understood that much. Only, they all stayed in touched with Michael through the power of memes. But it had been four days, to be exact, and Michael hadn't texted anyone in the group even one meme. Calum decided to text his friend, and if they hadn't heard anything back by the next morning, they were going to his place to check out what was going on.

So, the next day around noon, the three boys arrived at Michael's place.

((in which Michael gets sick and the boys need to care for him))

I'm Gonna Stick Like Glue (Because I'm Stuck On You) (ao3) - onceuponatime michael/calum N/R, 3k

Summary: Calum works in a pharmacy and Michael comes in quite a lot

In This Together (ao3) - berettajane michael/luke, calum/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: Luke struggles with the aftermath of Michael being in a serious car accident.

Pictures I'm living through for now, trying to remember all the good times (ao3) - AWeekendInMay michael/luke M, 2k

Summary: Luke’s hands automatically went to Michael’s hair, out of habit, but he paused midway unsure of how Michael would react. But Michael grabbed Luke’s hand and pushed it toward his hair. When Luke’s hands carded through Michael’s over dyed locks, Michael let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes. “I’m so tired Lukey.”

Or where Luke and Michael try to work shit out.

Take Me Home (ao3) - saturdie michael/ashton E, 1k

Summary: After arguing with Ashton, Michael wanders around town at night. He meets some bad people and gets hurt pretty bad. This is the aftermath.

"Love you too, Ashy." The line went dead, leaving Michael alone again. The dark encased his shaking form, tears mingling with the blood on his face as he kneeled in the cold dirt. His eyes blinked shut, head beginning to burn with the pain. He would just leave them closed until Ashton got there, he decided, letting his lids drift together.

the blood in my veins is made of mistakes (ao3) - sarcasticbarnes michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Four months into the Meet You There tour, and Michael is suprised this hasn’t happened sooner.

Or, A security guard pushes Michael into the crowd during Meet You There, and a guy assualts him. Luke loses his shit.

we could work it all out (tell me where it hurts most) (ao3) - jbhmalum ot4 T, 11k

Summary: 3 times Michael takes care of his boyfriends when they need it and 1 time they take care of him.

You're My Brother (ao3) - babybluecal michael/calum T, 2k

Summary: The stinging from his own burn has already started to fade, but there is something in his body telling him something else is very wrong. He looks to his right and catches the sight of Luke, only Luke. His eyes search behind the tall blonde boy in search for black hair. A wave of panic ripples through his body at his best friend of 13 years sudden disappearance. Then suddenly the once illuminated stage goes black, which causes his body to freeze with fear as the realization that something is very wrong hits him in the gut.

Your Insecurities Make You Who You Are (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum N/R, 3k

Summary:

“Cal?” Michael sighed out, voice sounding tired. “Yeah?” Calum asked, pressing his palms flat to the door. “Do…do you think I’m fat?” And if Calum was worried before, he was on the edge of full-on panic now. “What? No, baby, not at all.” He said, hands pressing harder against the door than before. “Luke said I was.” Michael mumbled softly.

Or the one where Michael is insecure, and Calum wants to show him how much he loves his faults.

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starlightswitch · 2 years

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I Might Have Taken You Back

@flashfictionfridayofficial Unconsciously inspired (as in I was partway through writing it before I realized what I was channeling) by a Captain Awkward column.

I might have taken you back if–

You had gotten me a large flower arrangement from my best friend’s new florist business and paid the extra cost to have her personally hand-deliver it to my door.

You had called in to the radio show I always listen to on the way to work during their “Love Lessons” segment and asked for advice on what to do when you only realize what you had after it’s gone.

You had come to a football game and stayed in the stands to watch the marching band during halftime, and gone out after the game to meet the band and tell my sister how awesome she was– and then turned to me, voice breaking as you said how much you’d missed me.

You’d showed up at the place I like to go with my friends on karaoke night, and you’d signed up to sing and picked that song where the guy tries to ask the girl out again and tells her he knows he messed up and he wants another chance, and near the end of the song you slipped my name in.

You’d bought me that book I keep talking about getting where the author will sign it for you if you buy it direct from him, and you’d gotten him to write Justin wants you to know he’s very sorry.

You had baked me a fucking cake.

You had sent me a beautiful hand-drawn apology card.

You had showed up at my door and said “Can we please start over?” and it turned out that you had planned an entire replica of our first date, including going to the brewery and going to see the band even though they wouldn’t be at the same place this time.

You had sent me a link to a playlist, and the playlist was full of songs about having done a woman wrong and hoping someday she would forgive you, and the name of the playlist was just my name.

You had given me an actual apology, including an actual reason that made me say, “Yeah, I guess when you go through something like that, ghosting somebody for six months and then appearing out of nowhere to speak to them again is kind of understandable.”

That said, a how you doin text is not going to do it.

Love (in the most ironic of senses), Anabelle

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