#anyone wanna join our club?

[lov4hgirl]

oh yea, girl failure! jane with that clip PLS her adoration for nymphia is so cute and funny when put in that way 😭😭🤣🤣 me and her are in a club called lewsers4nymphia and she's the president

[myth1cs]

School Meal Club (Kim Dahyun, Son Chaeyoung, Chou Tzuyu x M!Reader)

Smut;

The joke option I put on the poll winning was not my intention and yet here we are. I gotta take a union mandate 1 month break after writing this. (Also anon, I added your ask but left out some of it.)

Word Count: 3,417

You would have been content not being in any school clubs, but your parents wanted you to be involved in at least one school club so you could put it in a resume or when applying to colleges. You wanted to argue but you knew you couldn't change their minds.

Today clubs set up stations in the gym and you - along with the rest of your third period - got to go to the gym to possibly apply to join one of them. A few of them were after school clubs, and since you didn't want to stay in school longer than you had to you stayed away from them.

Many club booths had a good chunk of people around them but you saw that a certain booth had nobody standing around it. Three girls were behind the booth looking a little demotivated. Since no other club peaked your interest you decided to head to their booth.

The smaller girl's eyes seemed to light up as she noticed that you were making your way to their booth.

"Hey you there, wanna join the school meal club?!"

"Don't yell at him Chaeyoung you're going to scare him off!" The slightly taller member said.

You walked closer to their booth and introduced yourself.

"Hey my name's Y/N. What's this club about?"

The second tallest woman cleared her throat "Let me introduce myself my name is Dahyun and I'm the president of the school meal club, she's Chaeyoung, and she's Tzuyu. It's our job to help prepare the school meals as the name suggests. If you join it'll replace your third period and you'll get your own uniform. So what do you say Y/N?"

"How many people are in your club?"

Dahyun started sweating a bit.

"Well it's just us three but-"

Only three members? That's the bare minimum requirement to have in a club. You didn't want to be in a club barely anyone was in but then again the other clubs were after school related.

"I'll join your club."

The three girls eyes lit up and they went over to you and hugged you. "Thank you Y/N! The principal told us he'd shut down our club if we couldn't get another member to join!" Dahyun exclaimed.

"You just saved our club we couldn't be more thankful!" Tzuyu said.

The sudden hug surprised you a bit. You looked around to see if anybody was seeing what was happening but nobody was paying attention.

All three of them pulled away and Dahyun held her hand in front of you. "Y/N as president of the school meal club let me welcome you."

"급!" (School)

"식!" (Meal)

"단!" (Club)

"급식단!" (School Meal Club!)

"얘들아 우리.. 다시 하자.." (We're not in sync! ... Again.) (Dahyun)

"너무 오랜만에 했어!" (It's been a while!) (Chaeyoung)

Seeing the members argue about saying the chant correctly made you giggle a little. Maybe joining the club wouldn't be so bad after all.

-

The next day marked your first day at the school meal club.

"Y/N I'm so glad you made it here."

"Yeah you are, you were telling us how worried you were that Y/N might not actually show up."

Dahyun's face turned red.

"Shut it Tzuyu! You were the one-"

Tzuyu covered Dahyun's mouth and cleared her throat.

"Anyways Y/N your uniform will be here in about a month so until then you're free to wear whatever. But when it does come in you will be expected to wear it while you're at the club, got it?"

"I understand."

"Ew why did you start licking my hand?!"

"It was the only way to get it off my mouth."

"You're so gross Dahyun."

Even though you have only seen them interact with each other for a short while you could tell they were really good friends with each other.

"Where's Chaeyoung?"

"We're waiting for her. She has to come in from the band room so it usually takes her a while before she gets in here." Dahyun replied.

Not too long after Dahyun said that Chaeyoung came running into the room. She was clearly out of breath as she spoke "I got here as fast as I could."

"That's odd you usually take a few more minutes to get here."

"I didn't want to be as late on the first day our new member works."

Chaeyoung reached her hand out to you and you shook her hand.

"I know we did this yesterday but I want to introduce myself again to you. Hello Y/N I'm Son Chaeyoung and welcome to the school meal club. We're all happy to have you here."

"I'm glad to be working with you all."

"Chaeyoung and Tzuyu you guys know what to do. I'll show Y/N what his role is."

"Understood president" Chaeyoung and Tzuyu said before they left you alone with Dahyun.

"So Y/N let me take you to where you'll be working."

While you two were walking you decided to try to mingle a little with the leader of the group.

"So what do you and the others do here?"

"Well I do all the planning for what the students will have on what day. Chaeyoung unloads all the ingredients and sets them in their respective place, Tzuyu makes all the meals. Of course we don't do it all on our own we have the cafeteria workers helping us to. We just lend a helping hand."

You two finally arrived at the destination which seemed to be the kitchen. "What's my role?"

"You'll be washing the trays which before I did alone but now you'll be helping me!"

"Wait don't we have like 400 students in the building?"

"Yup so we better get to cleaning huh?"

Half an hour passed by and you two had a good chunk of trays washed. You were getting tired and felt your hands skin getting dry. "Can we take a break Dahyun?"

"Hm well I guess it wouldn't hurt especially since we're almost done anyways."

Dahyun turned off the sink and you both went to sit down in the empty cafeteria.

"You know Y/N we're going to be graduating in the same year and yet I can't help but notice that we've never talked before."

"Well I don't think we have any classes together."

"You're right. Wanna maybe hangout at my place after school? You seem like a good person. I wanna get to know you more Y/N."

The sudden offer stunned you for a bit. Usually you were friends with someone for a few months before they invited you to their house and yet here was Dahyun inviting you over to her house on the second day of knowing her.

"I'd love to." You replied. It was rather quick and sounded eager, you hoped Dahyun didn't notice.

"Here give me your phone. I'll text you my address!"

-

You didn't like the lunch break that much. It seemed like the school administration was out to get you since all your friends get put in the same lunch period yet you were the only one to have a different lunch period. As you were looking for an empty seat you heard someone call out to you.

"Y/N is that you?"

You looked behind you and saw that it was Tzuyu.

"Tzuyu, I didn't know we had the same lunch shift."

"I didn't either until I saw you here. Wanna have lunch together?"

"I'd love to, are we going to sit with the rest of the school meal club?"

"Oh no we won't have lunch here. Let's have lunch in the basement."

"We're not supposed to leave the cafeteria."

"I'm sorry I didn't know you were such a stickler for the rules Y/N. Are you coming with me or not?"

"Alright fine I'm coming."

Tzuyu led you to the school basement that went mainly unused. You weren't too fond of it as it didn't really smell the best. Why did Tzuyu eat lunch here anyways?

"Why are we having lunch here?"

"Nobody comes down here except the janitor after school ends. Plus there aren't any cameras down here."

Tzuyu led you to an empty classroom. It smelled less than pleasing and was rather dusty. It seemed Tzuyu didn't mind and sat down at an empty desk and motioned you to sit next to her. After sitting next to her you looked at her as if expecting her to say something.

"Something wrong Y/N are you not hungry?"

"Uhm why are we eating here, isn't it rather gross?"

"Clean freak are you?"

"I'm not, but this is a bit gross don't you think?"

"I guess."

A short silence fell between the both of you until Tzuyu spoke up.

"Are you hungry for dessert Y/N?"

"Not really?"

"Come on Y/N don't be like that just say yes"

You weren't sure where this was going but you decided to go along with it. "Yes."

With your affirmation Tzuyu started to take off her pants.

"Don't worry Y/N I'll give you the best dessert you've ever had."

It suddenly clicked in your head on why took you to a secluded area

Tzuyu moved your lunch tray and sat on top of your desk. Her pussy was right in front of you.

"Desserts here Y/N!"

Her pink wet pussy was showing in front of you and it made your cock hard. You grabbed her legs and shoved yourself into her pussy. Shoving your tongue in as deep as it could. You were able to taste her sweet fluids. You slurped them up so greedily.

"So needy aren't you Y/N? There's a lot more where this came from."

Tzuyu's pussy clenched around your tongue as she started to rub her clit and she purposely moaned as loud as possible. Not that she was worried about being heard all the way from the basement.

You slipped your hands under Tzuyu's shirt and moved them towards her breasts. But Tzuyu grabbed your hands before you could touch them.

"Naughty hands you have there Y/N. How about we save these for next time we fuck?"

As much as you wanted to grab Tzuyu's breast it was probably for the better that you didn't get to touch everything. It gave you something to look forward to.

A muffled "Yes" left your mouth. You continued licking the sweet liquids coming out of Tzuyu until she came on your mouth.

Her cum tasted better than her juice.

"Ah fuck your tongue is so good Y/N!"

"Your cum tastes amazing."

You got up and kissed Tzuyu on her lips. She tasted her own cum which wasn't her favorite activity but she let it slide. You started to slide your tongue into her mouth.

To your surprise Tzuyu's tongue play was really good. Not that you had experience but you could definitely tell she had done this before.

"Have you done this before?" You asked as you pulled back.

Tzuyu nodded "I've done this a few times with Chaeyoung. Please don't tell Dahyun about this though."

"I'll keep quiet."

"We should really get out of the basement though. Lunch is about to end."

Those words left you a little disappointed. You wanted to do more with her but you always had tomorrow.

-

You were working in the pottery room alone. The other students in art class were in the main art room working on another project.

The door to the pottery room opened and you were surprised to see Chaeyoung walk in. "Chaeyoung, why are you here?"

"I left my sketchbook here during 5th period. Have you seen it?"

"No I haven't."

Chaeyoung started to look around the room. As she was looking you noticed her petite small figure, more specifically how much it turned you on. You tried to push the lewd thoughts away and focus on your pottery project.

"Ah here it is!" Chaeyoung picked up her sketchbook and turned to look at you.

"Hey Y/N can I ask a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Well I've been trying to work on a sketch but I need a reference. Can you pose for me?"

Couldn't take too long right?

"Sure, what pose do you need me to do?"

"Get on the table." Chaeyoung said as she pointed at an empty table. You quickly washed your hands and sat on the table.

"I need you to put on a blindfold."

"Why?"

"I'm trying to draw someone who's blindfolded and naked."

You thought she was joking with you but you could see that she was being serious. "We're in school."

"You're right." Chaeyoung went to close and lock the door before she went back to you. "We should be good now."

"That's not what I meant."

"So you won't help me with my art?"

Chaeyoung sounded disappointed. You didn't want her to be upset at you so you agreed "I'll help you."

"You will?"

"I will."

She handed you the blindfold and started to take off your pants. You put the blindfold on then started to take off your shirt. You couldn't see it but Chaeyoung was smiling when she saw your naked body blindfolded.

"Let me fix your position Y/N."

She put her hands on your body and started to 'adjust' it. Your cock was growing and you knew Chaeyoung could see it.

"Your cock here is very hard. I'm not trying to draw someone with an erected cock, mind if I relieve you real quick?"

"Do what you have to." Your voice was a bit shaky as you responded.

Chaeyoung put her small hand on your growing cock and started to give it a few pumps. She licked your balls which made you shiver. She enjoyed seeing you react this way and give your balls a few more licks.

Your cock was as hard as it could be and Chaeyoung was rather shocked at how big it was. She spat on your cock before she put it in her small tight mouth. Her tongue glided down your cock. You did your best to hold your moans knowing that people might hear you. But you'd be lying if you said that didn't add to the excitement.

Chaeyoung sucked on your sensitive tip. All of this was making her wet. "Y/N your cock is so much better than my boyfriends cock!"

"You- you have a boyfriend?"

"Mhm but his cock isn't as big as yours."

The sudden confession that she's cheating on her boyfriend was the final straw that made you cum in her mouth. So much cum spilled out that some of it overflowed out of Chaeyoung's small mouth.

She swallowed everything she could and used her fingers to get the cum that overflowed back in her mouth. She got up and removed your blindfold. You struggled to adjust to the light for a bit. Once you did Chaeyoung showed you her empty mouth.

"I swallowed it all."

"Chaeyoung that was amazing."

She kissed your forehead.

"Looks like class is almost over so I should get going."

"What about your art?"

"Oh yeah, I lied about that."

-

Once school ended you texted your mom that you would be visiting a friends house and she texted you that she was fine with it.

You arrived at Dahyun's house and knocked on the door. After a few seconds she opened the door and answered. "Y/N I'm glad you came, come in!"

"Not like I had anything else to do." you thought as you went inside.

Once you walked in you noticed that Chaeyoung and Tzuyu were also there. "You invited the rest of the school meal club?"

"Yeah, I thought this could be a bonding moment."

It felt awkward being seeing Tzuyu and Chaeyoung again. You've had sex with both of them without telling that you've had sex with the other. "Hey"

"Come sit next to me Y/N!"

"I think Y/N wants to sit next to me Chaeyoung."

"Well I think I know him better than you!"

"I'm sure I know him way better than you ever could!"

"Guys guys calm down. Let Y/N sit where he wants."

Dahyun sat down on the sofa and they all looked at you to see who you would sit next to.

You sat next to Dahyun.

Both Chaeyoung and Tzuyu looked disappointed. Dahyun tried to lighten to mood.

"Let's play Mario Kart! But with a twist." Dahyun said.

"What's that?" Tzuyu asked.

"The winner gets to pick a punishment for the losers!"

"That sounds fun, any obligations?"

Neither you or Chaeyoung had issues with it.

"Not like I'll lose."

"Tzuyu I could beat you even if I had my controller upside down!"

The game was intense but in the end Chaeyoung won because a blue shell hit Tzuyu letting her get first place on the fourth race.

"I won!"

"You got lucky!"

While Tzuyu got 2nd and Chaeyoung got 1st in the final rankings you and Dahyun got a respective 5th and 6th.

"As the winner I'll choose the punishments. Tzuyu follow me to the kitchen."

You and Dahyun went with Tzuyu to see what Chaeyoung would make her do.

"Eat a spoonful of mayonnaise."

"Gross, I'm not doing that!"

"You agreed to the terms Tzuyu."

Tzuyu groaned as she put mayonnaise on a spoon and swallowed it all quickly. She quickly grabbed a cup of water and drank it all.

"That's so gross!"

Chaeyoung got a good laugh out of Tzuyu's pain.

"Alright now for Dahyun. Hmm.. you're claustrophobic right?"

"Yeah?"

"You and Y/N have to be in a closet for... let's say three minutes."

"Chaeyoung isn't that a bit much?"

"I'll be fine Y/N.My claustrophobia isn't that bad."

Dahyun seemed okay but you were a bit worried for her. Still, you both got in a closet and Chaeyoung yelled "I'll open the door in three minutes."

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments.

"So uhm... I bet you didn't think your afternoon would be spent like this Y/N."

"Can't say I did."

Your bodies were so close to each other the two of you could feel the others breath. This closeness made you realize Dahyun's features her hourglass body, her thighs, her smooth skin. It made your cock throb a bit, but who could blame you? After all you were so close to such a beautiful person.

"Y/N are you poking me?"

You weren't sure what she was talking about until you realized your erected cock was touching Dahyun.

"Ah~ I'm sorry Dahyun!"

Dahyun looked down and realized what was poking her. "It's so big. Can I touch it?"

The request shocked you, Dahyun didn't seem like the type of girl to engage in lewd acts but you weren't about to deny her.

"Go ahead."

She slid your pants and underwear off and took hold of your hard cock. She rubbed her hands on it making your cock as big and hard as it could. "I want this inside me, can you put it in me Y/N?"

You shook your head.

In the confined space Dahyun turned around and slid her pants and panties off. Your erected cock slid in her ass and you made slow pumps in and out.

"Ah~ so good Y/N."

One of your hands reached for her small breasts while the other groped her perfect ass. It squeezed your cock so hard you had difficulties pulling it out.

You kissed her neck making Dahyun let out soft moans. Softly squeezing her breasts you heard her breath hitch as you molded them as you wanted, but you were careful not to hurt her.

The closet door flung open and before Chaeyoung could say that the three minutes were up her jaw dropped when she saw you fucking the school meal club leader. "Dahyun, Y/N, what the fuck!"

Tzuyu entered the room shortly after "Why are you- Y/N?!"

"It's not-"

"I didn't let you eat my pussy just for you to go and fuck Dahyun behind me back!"

"Wait he fucked you to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N fucked me in the pottery room."

Both Chaeyoung and Tzuyu looked at you upset. You and Dahyun stayed silent as both looked at the pair argue.

"I think there's only one way to make it right. You thinking what I'm thinking Chaeyoung?"

"I am... come on Y/N we're having a foursome!"

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I thought my days of writing multiple people were behind me. Yet they pull me back in.

Starring: You Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu (Twice)

[wosospacegirl]

New crush - Arsenal teen! r

Summary: Leah and Beth find out why Y/n has been late to training. New crush on the way?

Warnings: just a small argument between Leah and Y/n and a lot of teasing.

Word count: 2.3k

Masterlist here

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It was weird to be a college student and a professional football player, Y/n wouldn't say she got the best of both worlds, but the worst.

Y/n was 17 years old and had the opportunity to attend college in the UK. It was a bit weird at first to have more of a specialized and focused education than the usual high school thing, but she was getting used to it day by day. It was her last year of school, and she couldn’t be happier. She wanted to focus on football and maybe get some minor qualification in any area she was slightly interested in, just so she could have some type of formal education in case she had a career-ending injury or something.

One of the weird things between attending school and playing football was that Y/n would usually arrive at training with her uniform and school bag in hand, which was enough for the team girls to make fun of her.

“Look at our schoolgirl,” Beth said teasingly. “I hope you study to be someone in life, unlike us.”

“You guys have career goals, plus half of you have degrees too,” Y/n said smiling as she walked with Beth to the locker rooms. “Anyways, how was the gym today?”

Y/n went to her locker and got her kit for today, taking off her shirt and standing on her training top, which she had put on before school, so it was faster to change from her school uniform to her Arsenal training kit.

“It was all right,” Beth said, scrolling through her phone. “We did a lot of Strength– squats, forward lunges and all that. Good thing you were busy with… a math test? I guess.”

Y/n was now wearing the full Arsenal kit, her school bag resting in its usual spot on the locker’s floor. “I didn’t have any test today, but don’t tell Renée that, she asked if I could get out of school an hour early and I said no because I told her I had this grammar test.” Y/n winked at Beth.

“And why didn’t you wanna get here an hour earlier?” Beth questioned. “Last month Renée had to beg you to go to school because the Headmistress called the Arsenal’s office saying you were missing school to be here with us.” 

Y/n had messed up.

The thing was… Y/n had met Stella. Stella was an exchange student from Northern Europe and had joined Y/n’s college three weeks ago. Stella was beautiful and super cool. They had lunch together and by the end of the last period, Y/n and Stella would just sit on the grass behind the school and talk for 20 minutes or so, before Y/n had to take the cab to get to training.

When Y/n was talking to Stella, she felt warm inside, giggly, and of course a little shy. Y/n had never felt this before. She had experienced crushes, but they were more like little obsessions, especially with actresses, singers, and well, other footballers.

She always knew she didn’t like boys, but falling for a girl was different and new and exciting. So yeah, maybe Y/n didn’t feel like coming to the training right away because she wanted to share French kisses with a pretty Danish girl.

“Well, I’m just valuing my education, Bethany,” Y/n murmured, looking down to tie her boots.

“You weren’t focusing on your education when you barely passed your business exam last week, and Leah had to beg Renée to let you play against Chelsea,” Beth retorted, narrowing her eyes. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing. Why are you being annoying?” Y/n rolled her eyes, full teenage mode activated. Something that annoyed her was how her teammates were always up in her business just because they saw her as a younger sister. 

God forbid the day she went to a club and didn’t tell anyone. Even Alessia was mad at her. OKAY, yeah, she got a fake ID and went to a very well-known adult bar with her friends, but her teammates weren’t her parents. They didn’t need to care that much.

“Who’s being annoying?” Leah asked, coming out of nowhere.

“Beth.”

“Y/n.”

Y/n and Beth said at the same time.

“She is hiding something from us, Leah,” Beth accused, pointing at Y/n.

“I’m not hiding anything, mate,” Y/n said, sounding more defensive than she would like.

Leah was normally on Y/n’s side. She didn’t get involved in Y/n's personal life that much– the captain just made sure she was well-fed, healthy, and doing okay in school.

“Well, I noticed that these past few weeks you have been a little late than usual,” Leah mumbled. “I just thought you were using those 30 minutes to go to the library or something.

Before Y/n could defend herself Beth was already talking.

“Library, Leah? Do you think teenagers go to the library?” It was Beth’s time to roll her eyes.

“Hey, I used to go to the library,” Leah argued

“Yeah, to snog girls behind the bookshelves,” Beth said.

Leah looked at Beth as if the other blonde was wasting her time.

“Have you been using drugs, Y/n?” Leah asked nonchalantly.

“What? No–”

“Are you sneaking around? Going to places you shouldn't?” The captain asked as Beth locked eyes with Y/n, hoping to catch her in a lie.

“Where do you think I would go in 30 minutes? Wales?” Y/n argued, losing her patience. She just wanted to kick a ball around, but here she was being interrogated.

“Are you having sex? I was 17 once and I just wanna make sure you are being saf–”

“Leah, man, stop!” Y/n screamed, slamming her locker door shut. “I don’t need any sex talk, especially from you two,” Y/n added, pointing at the older woman.

“Hey, don’t slam the door– we don’t do that here,” Leah said, using her captain's voice. “We are just trying to talk to you.”

“Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t wanna share everything with the team? Just because I’m 17 doesn’t mean you all need to know where I am and what I’m doing 24/7.”

The locker fell dead silent for a few seconds. Leah and Y/n staring each other down.

“You know very well how chill I am about you, Y/n but at the end of the day, you’re still a kid, and me, Beth and the other girls have to make sure you are okay,” Leah shouted.

“No, you guys don’t have to make sure I’m okay because I know how to take care of myself!” Y/n cried, frustrated. 

“Okay Leah, let it go,” Beth said, finding herself in the role of mediator. “I’m sorry if I overstepped it, Y/n. I just cared about you, and honestly, I just really enjoy knowing other people’s business—especially when they are like a younger sister to me,” Beth added, with a smile.

“I’m sorry I screamed at you,” Leah said, looking up at the ceiling. 

Apologies weren't Leah’s strongest suit.

“I’m sorry I was moody and slammed the locker,” Y/n admitted, feeling a bit ashamed about the whole outburst. “It's just that-–”

The older women looked at Y/n, waiting.

“There is this… person? I guess, yeah, definitely a person, you know?” Y/n confessed. God, she would rather take a penalty than have this conversation right now.

Y/n looked at the girls as if the words she just had mumbled made any sense.

“Well, no, no boyfriend,” Y/n admitted. “But there is…Stella.”

“A person?” Beth asked. “What kind of person? a boyfriend?”

“Just spilled it, mate,” Leah said impatiently.

As soon as the name Stella left Y/n’s mouth, she could feel her cheeks getting warm.

“Oh, so there is a girlfriend,” Beth exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement as Leah smirked at Y/n.

“You’ve been sneaking around with Stella after school?” Beth teased. She was enjoying herself a little too much.

“It’s not sneaking around,” Y/n rolled her eyes— again. “We just—well, we just sit behind school for a few minutes and talk a little.” She tried not to mumble again. “And that's it! No drugs, not sneaking around, no nothing.”

“You’re saying the reason you’ve been 30 minutes late to training for the past month is just to sit and chat with a girl?” Leah questioned.

“She is not just a girl, Le. She is Y/n’s girlfriend, or crush, or whatever.” Beth added.

“She is not my girlfriend, and in fact, she is leaving next week,” Y/n said, unable to hide the sadness in her voice. “She’s an exchange student, and she's going back to her country. That’s why I wanted to spend time with her. With training, matches, actual school, and media day, I only have a little of free time.” 

“Oh darling, I’m sorry to hear that,” Beth said, pulling Y/n into a hug. “And I’m sorry I teased you. You have every right to privacy, just like the rest of us have, okay? I will police myself a little more.”

“It's okay Beth. I know you mean well,” Y/n said, hugging her back.

“Okay, okay, enough hugging—let’s go back to training, I bet you are craving some time on the pitch, yeah?” Leah said, throwing an arm around Y/n’s shoulder and guiding both her and Beth towards the field.

“You know me so well, actually” Y/n smiled. Maybe, just for a few hours, she could forget that Stella was moving away.

Y/n stayed on the pitch after training, long after the other players had gone home. She wasn’t doing anything, just running around with the ball, thinking about a pretty Danish girl. Y/n was very much lost in thought she almost didn’t hear someone calling her from the other side of the pitch.

It was Leah, no longer using her training kit— probably getting ready to go home.

Y/n ran until she was next to her

“I’m already heading home, okay? I just needed a few minutes–” Y/n began explaining herself, knowing full well Leah didn’t like her staying at the facility alone at night. She shut her mouth, though, when she saw what Leah was holding in her hands.

“Those are for you,” Leah said, handing over two tickets.

Arctic Monkeys.

“What? Are you serious?” Y/n grinned, looking at the tickets, then looking back at Leah. “Why?”

“This way you can take your girlfriend to do something cool,” Leah said, feigning mockery. “It’s tomorrow, so send her a text to let her know you will be picking her up at 8 pm.”

“Let her know? I thought I was supposed to ask her out, not demand she go with me?” Y/n replied, still smiling.”

Leah rolled her eyes. “You have a long road ahead of you in the dating world”

“Shut up,” Y/n giggled.

“I can drive you two, so you don’t have to take a cab and all that,” Leah said, as if it meant nothing.

Before Leah could react, she found herself in a bear hug. “Thank you, thank you,” Y/n said, burying her head on Leah’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, all right,” Leah said, pushing her away. Not much of a hugger. “It’s my day off anyway.”

“It's not just that—you just gave me two tickets to Arctic Monkeys. I know how fast they sold out. I tried to buy them, but I couldn't, they were all gone.”

“I have my ways,” Leah smirked. “Go get your things— I’ll give you a ride home.”

“So, who were you going with, Y/n asked, changing the radio station as Leah drove.

“Going where?” Leah asked. “Stop touching it!” she swatted Y/n’s hand away.

“I hate country music!” Y/n whined, slouching back in her seat, a pout on her face.

“That’s your problem. You can buy a car next year and play all the songs you want.”

“Whatever,” Y/n mumbled. “You had a date?”

Leah glanced at Y/n. “What date? and why do you keep changing subjects so much? You look like Beth.”

Y/n picked up the tension in Leah’s voice. “Oh, so you had a date. That’s why you bought two tickets to the show.” Y/n assumed, feeling smug about finally getting some dirt on Leah. It was time for revenge. 

“There was no date, stop being annoying.”

“Oh, there was definitely a date. Your cheeks are getting red.”

“No, they are not!” Leah argued back, briefly looking in the rearview mirror to check if she was blushing. “You are being a bully, stop it.

“No.”

“I’ll tell Stella how annoying you are and then she won’t go to the concert with you,” Leah mumbled.

“She already knows how annoying I am and still wants to go with me,” Y/n teased, sticking her tongue at the captain. 

Leah rolled her eyes again before parking in front of Y/n’s apartment.

“Get out,” Leah said playfully. “Eat your dinner, don’t forget to brush your te—”

“Shut up, Leah,” Y/n said, “I’m not a kid.”

“I know you aren’t, got a girlfriend and everything,” Leah teased. “Don’t forget to ask her out, okay? Bye.”

Y/n waved as Leah took a right onto her street.

The only thing the young player could think about was how she was going to make out with Stella during an Arctic Monkeys concert.

“Damn I kinda love you, Leah,” Y/n said, looking one last time at the ticket before opening the door to her apartment.

[pelova4president]

Sneak me in

Alessia Russo x Williamson!Reader

summary~ Sneaking around on an away match doesn’t go to plan. It’s hard to sneak around with your curious older sister and teammates around.

!warnings! not proof read, suggestive

You’ve been sneaking around for way too long now. It was time your secret got out, just not now. But would there ever be a good moment.

You started sneaking around with Alessia before she even joined Arsenal. You’ve always thought she was cute, beautiful even. The two of you were in the younger age groups together for the Lionesses but never really acknowledged each other. Well, you very much acknowledge her but never dared to make a move. So when Alessia went through to the seniors you were a tiny bit devastated.

So on games against United you needed to show off. You just couldn’t let Alessia score. And after every game against her you would shake her hand and mumble ‘good game’.

It was very obvious to Alessia that if she wanted something with you she needed to take matters into her own hands.

So she made the first move. On an away game against the Red Devils she chased you down the tunnel.

“Williamson! Williamson..” no answer.

“Little Williamson, wait!” she yelled in the hopes to stop you.

And as suspected you turned around. You saw the blonde run towards you like she hadn’t just played 90 minutes.

“Uhh hi Alessia..” you awkwardly said as the striker came to a stop. Alessia giggled at that.

“Hi, i want to take you out to dinner tonight. I know the best places in Manchester, so you wanna go?” Alessia asked bluntly.

You had to admire that she was so straight forward. And it would be a lie is you said you didn’t want to go on a date with her.

“Like as a date?” you asked her with a small smile.

“Whatever you want it to be.” Alessia laughed at your reddening cheeks.

You nodded your head, “Yeah, i’ll have dinner with you.”

“Okay, that’s a date. I’ll pick you up around seven.”

Things went fast from that moment on. There were many more dates after your first one. During your seventh date Alessia finally asked you to be her girlfriend and who were you to reject the gorgeous blonde.

The next step in your relationship was moving in with each other, or Alessia moving to your club. Your girlfriend knew you weren’t going to any other club than Arsenal so she made the move.

At first she tried to keep it a secret but when she visited you in London and you walked through your local park with three of your teammate’s dogs she couldn’t resist to make a little remark.

“I can’t wait to walk these monster with you every day next season. We might have to get a dog ourselves.” Alessia smiled giving your hand a squeeze.

“I wish we could but you live in Manchester I can’t give a dog everything they deserve on my own. Wish you were here everyday with me.” you sighed giving her hand a small kiss.

“Lucky you, i’ll be there too to take care of our dog then. In a few months we’ll be able to walk here everyday and i don’t even have to change kit colours.” Alessia laughed, hoping you’d catch on.

“Wait what? You’re moving to London, to Arsenal? Are you serious? Lessi please tell me you’re dead serious.” your mouth fell open, this couldn’t be right.

“Yep, i’m a gunner now.” Alessia’s bright smile was what made you believe her.

On paper it seemed like the perfect life but you still hadn’t told any of your teammates or anyone really about your relationship with the former United striker. Alessia couldn’t move in with you either since that would give everything away but being next door neighbours didn’t seem so bad either.

You each had your separate space but most night you ended up in the each others bed.

It started to get harder to hide when your teammates started coming over more. At first no one noticed anything.

It wasn’t until Vic Pelova, your best friend at the club, noticed a dark green hoodie resting on your couch. It had been Alessia’s until you decided it was your favourite and you should just steal her hoodie.

“Isn’t that Alessia’s?” Vic asked you puzzled at why she would leave her stuff at yours.

“Uh yeah, she just forgot it. I’ll probably drop it off later.” You told the brunette.

Those little incidents started to happen more and more and it got harder for you to come up with excuses. Luckily your sister didn’t catch on.

But when the team had a Champions League game in Paris and you weren’t roomed up with Alessia it got tricky. Obviously you wanted some more time with her but that would be hard since she was going to room with Lotte.

Alessia wouldn’t let that slide though, she’d think of something.

When you were all seated into the coach that would drive you to your hotel Alessia had an idea.

“Sooo you know how we aren’t rooming together. I’ve got a little plan to change that. When we are chilling in the main room i’ll go my room. Later on you will tell everyone you’re feeling a bit off and go to your room, but you realise you forgot your keycard. Then you knock on my door and i open it. I’ll just text Lotte that she has to room with Vic, she wouldn’t mind.” Alessia grins proudly.

“Wow, you thought of that all by yourself huh? So like would it be wrong just to ask if we could switch?” you asked her. “I mean, i’m not trying to turn your amazing plan down but you know, it’s easier.”

“Well, i already thought of that but it’s not gonna work. They would probably get suspicious of why we would wanna room with each other and not them.” your girlfriend explained.

“Hmm, so smart.” you complimented the blonde with a little kiss to her cheek.

So you did what you were told. Alessia said goodnight to everyone and now it was your turn. You grumbled a bit and moved in your sister’s arms.

“What’s got you so squirmy?” Your older sister asked you. Her eyes were furrowed and you could see she was a little annoyed with you.

“I don’t know, i feel a bit off.” you sighed as you waited a minute. “Maybe it’s better if i just go to bed early.”

You bid everyone goodnight before heading to your girlfriends room.

Alessia opened the door with a big grin on her face. “Hi baby, missed you.” she kissed you and pulled you inside.

“Hey Lessi” you pushed her on the bed and started kissing her neck.

“Wait baby, i still have to text Lotte.” she protested with a laugh.

“You can do that while we’re kissing babe.” you whined.

After Alessia had texted Lotte she started kissing you back. She was rough and left hickeys wherever she could.

“All mine hmm, you’re all mine baby.” you could feel her smile against your reddening neck.

You woke up to banging on your door. It was past 9 am and you promised to be at breakfast by 8. When you went to check your phone you were left searching, you had forgotten it in your original room.

When the banging didn’t stop you woke Alessia up who couldn’t seem to wake up.

“Babe. Lessi baby, they’re at the door. They’re literally gonna kick our door in if we don’t answer.” you shook her sleeping body.

Your sleepy girlfriend finally woke up in a disoriented state.

“What’re you talking about baby?” she grumbled into her pillow.

“Just.. just don’t move okay.” you ordered the messy blonde.

Opening the door you were met with the very irritated and serious face of your older sister and Beth by her side.

“Hi very smart sweet older sister, what can i do for you?” you asked her with one of the sweetest smile you’ve ever given her. You just hoped she would disappear and you could get ready.

“Oh shut it. You’re fucking late and where is Alessia, she wasn’t at breakfast either.” Leah questioned you.

“Don’t know, now let me get ready.” you told her before slamming the door shut.

“Alessia Mia Teresa fucking Russo, if you don’t get up right fucking now.” you threatened the half asleep woman in your bed.

The striker shot up and sprinted to the bathroom to get ready. As you walked in you saw her brushing her teeth.

“God, i don’t know how we’re gonna get away with this. Look babe, if you act like you were eating out and i pretend i slept through my alarm everything’s okay.” you said more to yourself than to Alessia.

“Well i did eat out, so it isn’t a complete lie.” your girlfriend giggled to herself. You shot her a daring look at which she held her hands up at.

Separating at Alessia’s hotel room door you went down to the girls while the blonde headed outside.

“Good morning everyone!” you greeted the girl’s in the room.

“Someone’s in a good mood huh?” Kyra laughed at your rather amazing morning mood.

“Yeah, i got a good night sleep, you should try it too.” you told her with a grin.

You were walking towards the coffee when Caitlin stopped you. Looking you up and down a grin formed on her face. “Looks like a you didn’t have a good night’s sleep but just a good fuck.”

Caitlin pointed to your neck. Apparently everyone wanted to see what she was talking about and a group of girl gathered around you.

“W-what?” you swatted the prying hands away.

“Your neck is literally purple and blue dude!” Vic commented.

“Jesus, you must be dating some kind of vampire” Katie McCabe herself yelled.

Leah wanted to see it for herself and pushed everyone away to inspect your neck. You tried to cover it up but it was too late. Leah was pinching you as if she couldn’t see it good enough.

“Who’s sleeping with my little sister! I know it’s someone from the team. Confess or i’ll make someone confess in a not so nice way.” Leah scanned the room full of football in the hopes she could see right through them.

“Leah, it’s not really any of your-“ as you tried to speak you sister broke you off.

“It really is though. I’m literally the vice captain of this team and overall your fucking older sister kid.” Leah told you off.

And just as you were about to go in against Leah your lover appeared. Alessia walked into the room with two coffees in her hand and a half eaten bagel. And that’s when you heard Lotte gasp.

“No way.” she said, one hand covering her open mouth.

Victoria nudged the defender in the hopes to hear her thoughts. “I switched rooms with little Williamson.” Lotte whispered to Vic.

Obviously Pelova couldn’t keep it to herself and gasped ten times louder. “No fucking way! Little Williamson is sleeping with Russo.” the midfielder almost yelled through the room.

Leah turned her head, her eyes capturing the other blonde in the door opening. “Who is that coffee for Russo?” your sister asked her.

“Uhm, your sister.” Alessia answered her, uncertain of what she should’ve told her.

“You’re sleeping with my little sister, Russo i’m gonna kill you.” Leah told her before turning to you. “And you after.”

alessia

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[vhyunjinverse]

Dirty Dancing !

P. Seonghwa x f!Black reader || (18+) || reblog if you like!!

warnings: public sex, drunk sex, unprotected sex, reader isn’t wearing any panties, twerking, pink haired seonghwa :), use of pet name (Bunny), Ateez mentioned

How the fuck did you get here?

“Please..”

“Please what? I can’t hear you over the music Bunny.” That nickname. He knew what he was doing. Fuck he was so fucking sexy.

“I want you. Bad- I don’t care who sees just..stick it in yeah? I’m not wearing panties.” But that much Seonghwa knew. A smirk dancing on his pretty plump lips. Long fingers moving to between your legs as he balanced your body, your legs wrapped around his waist while your back pressed up against the wall. Both of you tucked away in a secure corner, only the rest of Ateez being able to view you- and anyone else who could tell who Seonghwa was, his pink hair standing out in the crowd of moving bodies. No one really paid attention to the both of you, having their own festivities.

Your pretty brown lips parted, Seonghwa’s finger taking a dip into your soaking heat. You gasp- his finger teasing your hole. His cock twitching in his suffocating pants, he’s been hard since the moment you told him to hold your waist and not let go on the dance floor.

“I’ve always wanted to meet you all, face to face that is.” A nervous giggle left your lips as the boy group you adored showed you their respect. You understood they were a busy group of people- as were you, schedules never aligned, but it was on your bucket list to meet Ateez.

Being a celebrity yourself, it made being a fangirl even more fun. Being able to meet the people you’ve been a fan of. But here…the club? Your thighs being swallowed by a tiny denim skirt, the only cover being the fishnets you wore underneath. No panties. Your shirt was a denim halter to match your skirt. You were perfect, accessories completing your look, as well as your hair. The eyes on you now, though full of respect, also showed signs of lust.

“Alright, let’s become friends now.” You happily joined their group. They were just sitting around. You always wondered how Idol’s partied. Your mom was an Idol, but she never told much about her crazy life outside of performing. Drink after drink, you somehow ended up in Seonghwa’s lap, shot glass in your hand as he stared at you with low eyes.

“You’re my favorite, don’t tell Hongjoong.” You winked, wiggling around. The man below you chuckling, downing his shot. “I won’t tell, Bunny. It’s..nice to finally meet you, though. I’m a fan of your mother’s too, and watching you become a celebrity as well is so nice. I’ve been saying we should have you help with our choreography one day.” He turns a shade near the color of his hair. Pink. You loved pink haired Seonghwa,

“Hell yeah. I’d definitely do that. You have my number now just call me. I’ll let you know when I’m free.” The buzz, the rush. Everything felt so…good. Being in Seonghwa’s arms. You tuned out everything else. Having such a long conversation with him. It made you feel wonderful- it was your love language after all.

“Let’s dance. I wanna- wanna do something with you hm?” Giggling, you dragged the taller man to the dance floor. You stayed close to the rest of the group though. Hands over your body, you leaned into his touch. Small sounds leaving your lips, he pulled you back into him, sharp eyes never leaving your frame.

Suddenly, a more upbeat song starts playing. The rhythm hooking you immediately. Your hips moved on their own. You looked back at Seonghwa before biting your lip. “If I tell you to hold my hips and not to let go would you?” You made eye contact. Smirk littering his lips, he slowly licks them, nodding at you as you started to grind your ass against his crotch.

He was such a…god, such a man. If anyone saw you, they’d think you were fucking. The way you touched the floor, moving your ass to the best against Seonghwa’s crotch. Each beat you hit perfectly. You almost forgot you weren’t wearing panties, and Seonghwa must’ve caught that. Aside from his hard-on nearly fucking you right then and there, he held you close to him with one hand while the other pulled your skirt back over your ass best he could.

“Just like that?” He groans against your neck. Even in the corner of the room he pulled you so close so that no one could see your body- no one but him. “Like that..please.” You whine, eyes fluttering. He’s so long and thick. Leaking tip playing against your folds. Your clit wet with how much he leaked against you. Your own juices mixing in with his and he hasn’t even stuck it in yet. “Oh god…” You panted. You felt hot. You wanted to take your clothes off- the fabric hot against your skin. You couldn’t, though, and you knew that much. At the pace you were going you wouldn’t want to be in a bedroom. You needed each other now.

“Deep breath for me Bunny.” His voice sounded so thick. The beautiful dip in his brow almost made you cum. The way he watched you breathe in as he started to push his cock through…Your juicy breast rising so slightly, nipple slipping from the tight denim. Your mouth agape, fingers clenching his arms. This was so..nasty. People were around, so many people and yet inch by inch disappeared inside your wet cunt, sucking him in, taking it so well. You whimpered loudly, head falling back against the wall. 14 pairs of eyes watching you both intensely. You were aware, so was Seonghwa.

“You’re so warm inside Bunny. F-Fuck….shit.” a broken moan escaped the man. Even the way he moaned was beautiful. His eyes shut tightly for a second, cock twitching inside of you. Seonghwa felt his hands beginning to sweat. He held your pretty brown legs so securely.

He fucked into you slowly, long cock passing through your walls it was agonizing. So slow that you felt everything, every inch every vein. He looked like he was about to cry from the pleasure. You whimpered his name, breath picking up. “Is this the spot Bunny?” He murmurs softly, cock pressing against your walls. “N-No…” your legs shook, pussy throbbing around his size. He chuckles, lips parting as he moved around. Anxiety crept up your body. Who could see you other than the rest of Ateez? Would someone record and upload it? Both of your careers could end from this very moment.

“Oh!” You gasp, legs tightening around him. Your body jerks. “Right here Bunny?” Seonghwa’s teasing voice made you look up at him. He stared down at you longingly. “Yes- right there.”

“Good. I’m going to speed up now okay?”

[takenbypeter]

My Blond Pretty Princess

Benjamin Poindexter x reader

Words: 595

A/N: got this after someone commented that Dex was their blond pretty princess in one of my posts and idk if they wanna be tagged but I thought it was adorable to call him that

Did Dex love the idea of you going with your friends to a club all by yourself? No. But did he know that it would be wrong to do anything to stop you? Yes. And while his original plan was to go with you, (just to make sure you were safe), work had to thwart his way. Fortunately he had just about finished up when his phone rang. 

Your contact photo filled his screen and he paused instantly thinking the worst. Without getting too ahead of himself he picked up the phone, hearing the sound of muffled music and cars in the background. Then came your voice, “Dex!” He moved away from his phone as you practically shouted in his ear. “I miss you! I’m not having any fun without you!” 

Dex’s smile grew crooked as he relished in the fact that you wanted him there. Someone missed him. And not just someone. You. “Are you still there?”

“I’m sitting outside on the curb.” 

“I’ll be there soon,” is all he said before he took off. It didn’t take long for Dex to reach you. And as soon as he pulled up sure enough there you were perched on the curb. 

Putting the car hazard lights on he got out and opened the passenger side before kneeling to your side. 

“Hey,” he said and your head slowly turned towards him. Your eyes widened in excitement at the sight of Dex as a smile spread along your face. “Hey.”

“Are you okay? Can you stand?”

You nodded, your head began to feel heavy while you started to push yourself up off the ground. “I’m only a tiny bit tipsy but I’m fine.” Is what you said but your swaying movements that prompted him to grab your waist, proved otherwise. 

With one hand around you he walks you to the car and gently sat you in the passenger seat. Only after making sure all your limbs were inside, he shut the door then joined on the other side. 

The car ride home was surprisingly quiet on your end. In fact Dex was the one pulling the conversation from you. 

“Did you have fun?” The question was genuine. 

You shrugged, your eyes closed while your head lay against the headrest. “It was alright at first but then it just got boring, and then some people tried to join our group but I wasn’t really about that. I didn’t really want to be there with anyone except you.”

Dex’s cheeks rose at knowing that you felt the way he constantly felt. You fell quiet again but he noticed your head turn to his direction. 

He kept his eyes on the road in front but could see you staring at him from his peripheral. 

“What is it?”

“Do you know you’re my pretty princess?”

Dex tried his best to contain his laugh but your slurred words genuinely caught him off guard. 

“I thought I was a knight in shining armor.”

“Sometimes but you’re my princess…you know why?” You waste no time in sharing the answer with him. “Cause a princess protects her kingdom and keeps it in order. She helps her people but she also needs help from a knight. That’s just like you. You protect me but sometimes you need help too.”

“So does that make you the knight?”

“Absolutely,” your word drifted off as you faced forward again and rested your head back as sleep was beginning to catch up with you. 

“My blond pretty princess,” were your last words as you drifted off into la la land. 

[luvmahae]

john summit fanboys!

‣ haechan: nu chi theta's very own wild card! a public relations major, known for his big flirt energy, people love him for his confidence and unapologetically bold personality—he’s just him. literally the life of the party, usually the one who stands out because of how obnoxiously loud he is. music festivals are practically his second home; catch him either riding the rail or vibing back with his frat bros. with him, expect the unexpected; he's always full of surprises.

‣ mark: the frat's resident house dj of nu chi theta, a marketing major who wants to be john summit so bad according to haechan. he literally bought lasers off ebay just for their frat house. he's the guy everyone likes without trying. the frat's laid-back heartthrob, the one that can make everyone feel comfortable even if he's more reserved than his wilder friends. maybe one day he'll be headlining a festival... who knows!

‣ jaemin: the frat's smooth-talking communications major and surprisingly the king of rage cage! the highest body count in the group (insane). with a smile that could probably talk its way out of a speeding ticket, he's the guy everyone crushes on. the resident designated driver because he loves showing off his modded car. he literally wants a girlfriend but is absolutely terrified of commitment... but are we surprised? no.

‣ jeno: the ultimate double threat in the frat: a kinesiology major who's literally a frat bro and a gym bro... double whammy! with his build, who doesn't want a shoulder ride from him? he's the one in charge of bringing the goodies to events or to any party if you know what i mean. the resident rave dad, usually the one who holds the totem and has a fanny pack of just the essentials. vicks? gum? the fan? count on jeno.

‣ jisung: the computer science major who went through the key club to frat boy life pipeline. the smartest in the group obviously; i mean, how is he keeping up with classes with these events? he might be the complete opposite of his big (haechan), but they just mesh so well. if he's not partying, he's gaming in his room! not picking up the phone? just message him on discord.

introducing the gamma alpha class of nu chi theta! these fratboys formed their friend group during their freshman year, when they all rushed for the same fraternity. they bonded fairly quickly during pledge week, going through hell and back to get where they are now. shoutout to our sexy pledge dads jaehyun and johnny for crossing these idiots! from that point on, their lives became a wild ride of house parties, club events, and most importantly: brotherhood. jisung joined the fraternity later on and was picked up by none other than lee haechan, sealing their place as the ultimate big/little duo. now, their days are filled with unforgettable nights of partying, drinking, and endless hookup stories—living their best frat life, one rager at a time.

masterlist — yn's group — intro

notes: i rly hope u guys enjoy this!! crying because the bios make me wanna ??? </3 BUT I LIVE FOR IT.... also if anyone has questions about raving and stuff related to it, pls let me knowww omg!!

[pensoterios]

was thinking about Hazel soooo

enemies to lovers with Hazel Callahan, I guess. 2.7k words :)

Of course, you weren’t really enemies. How could you be? She was so nice, for no reason, always willing to help, which was disgustingly endearing, and she hadn't seemed to realize that you didn't want to be friends. You were a solitary person, an introvert, who rarely ever sought out other people. People often told you that you were intimidating, but you didn’t really understand why. That may have been part of why you hadn’t made many friends.

Of course, Hazel Callahan just could not have this, apparently. You rolled your eyes at the thought as you sat at your desk, paying no attention to Mr G’s very short class. You were very aware of Hazel in the desk behind you, trying to get your attention.

“Hey.” She whispered in your ear for the third time. You ignored her and the chill that ran down your body. When you didn’t respond, she tapped your shoulder. You rolled your eyes and finally turned around. “What?”`

Surprise dawned on her face at your tone, but she smiled and, voice low, asked, “Um, do you wanna join our club for female solidarity? It’s after school’s over, starts at 3:15 in the gym. I-I could email you about it, we’re learning about self-defense.” Your eyes were absolutely not watching her lips as she talked, and you huffed a sigh.

It actually didn’t sound terrible, but if Hazel was gonna be there, you weren’t planning on going. “I’m good.”

You turned back around in your seat before you could see her reaction, effectively ending the conversation.

After class, you overheard Hazel talking to her friends. “She said no, and I think she doesn’t like me. I guess it’s never gonna happen.” You heard Josie tell Hazel that you might warm up to her, and you scoffed to yourself. For once, Hazel was right, it was never going to happen. After what had happened during freshman year, you had ruled out ever being friends with her.

That day, you, a solitary, intimidated freshman, had heard some girls talking loudly about you right next to your locker, calling you a sad loser, and you looked around to see if anyone else had heard. Hazel, a few lockers down, was frowning at you, clearly having heard the girls. You looked away, embarrassed that a cute girl had heard them talking about you like that. The next day, Hazel came up to you and handed you a letter. You were surprised to see that Hazel had written you a note saying that those girls were completely wrong and you actually seemed cool. You began to smile for the first time in a while, but when you looked up, your heart dropped. Hazel was giggling, and it grew into laughter. Of course. It was a joke, there was no way someone like her would have any interest in you. You turned around to slam your locker, walking away with tears in your eyes. You rarely talked to Hazel after that, and anytime you did, you gave her the shortest, most contempt filled answers you could.

You had come a long way since then, joining the cheer team and even having a few girlfriends outside of school, but still remaining mostly solitary.

When the end of the day came, you found yourself lingering at school, wondering if you should go to that club. It had actually sounded interesting, though you didn’t really need self defense lessons as you had been taking them for years. However, female solidarity sounded interesting to you, even if you didn’t want to see Hazel more than you had to. Eventually, you decided to go, and that you would ignore Hazel as much as possible. You walked to the gym with just a few minutes to spare.You hated the way your eyes immediately found Hazel, and you ignored the way her face lit up when you walked in. You leaned against a wall, observing everything but her. The girls were standing in a circle that you decided to join. You were surprised to see Isabel and Brittany there, and as they waved at you, you smiled back. PJ stepped forward to start the session.

“Okay, losers!” Your eyebrows raised at her words. She continued, “today we’re continuing our self defense lessons.” Her eyes zeroed in on you. “Why don’t you go first? Let’s get that out of the way. Go against…” PJ smirked. “Hazel.”

What did she mean ‘go against Hazel’?

Hazel stepped into the circle, and you began to realize what was going on. Hazel only confirmed it when she smiled but put up her hands in fists. A wave of relief washed over you; you were good at this. You waited as Hazel stepped closer, throwing the first punch towards your face. You ducked and threw one back. It caught, landing just below her ribs. She stumbled backwards, the breath knocked out of her. The girls around you cheered. Not one to kick someone when they were down, unlike her, you kept your hands up, waiting for her to recover. She didn’t take long and scrambled towards you. This time you didn’t wait and went for her face. She dodged and threw a punch to your chest before you had retracted your arms. You clutched your chest where she had hit your sternum. It hurt like a bitch and you knew you’d have a bruise. You knew you had to get over it though so you put your hands back up and focused. Hazel stepped towards you and you anticipated her punch, grabbing her arm to use her momentum and knee her stomach. She grabbed onto you as she went down, pulling you down on top of her.

Nope. She was a terrible person and she was not hot. You looked down at her under you, with a weird smile on her face as you drew your hand back to hit her again. You faltered slightly at her expression and she caught your arm before it hit her. Damn it. With your concentration broken, she pushed up and pinned you to the floor, and why did she have to be so pretty? Sweaty and out of breath, she looked downright indecent while sitting on top of you, but you had to focus. You pushed at her shoulders, but she held your arms down. You decided to pull out the dirty tricks, waiting till she was close enough from holding you down to headbutt her as hard as you could, which you thought wasn’t that hard. Unfortunately for Hazel, it was pretty hard. “Fuck!” she yelled, scrambling off you while clutching her head. Everyone around you gasped. Your eyes widened as you witnessed her sit back, eyes squeezed shut and muttering curses under her breath.

Nope. No No. No. Her body absolutely did not feel nice under yours, and you were not enjoying this. Not at all. And still, a little voice in your head went, yes you are. You like it and you like her. Even after what she did.

Shit.

“Fuck, I- are you okay?”

Her eyes snapped open, finding you immediately. “Um, yeah- ah shit. Yeah I’m fine.” You frowned, “it doesn’t seem like it.” Hazel shook her head.

“I’m fine just a little- ow- just a little dizzy.” This was bad, you thought to yourself. You hadn’t meant to give her a concussion, and you held out two fingers. “Shit, Hazel how many fingers am I holding up?” you asked.

“I don’t know, like, 4?” Yup. Definite concussion. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” you gasped. PJ called from the circle, “is she good?”

You shook your head, finally taking your eyes off Hazel. “She has a concussion. I have to take her to the nurse, or something.” PJ shrugged, “fine, whatever.” You rolled your eyes and turned back to Hazel. “Come on, let’s go.”

Hazel shook her head again. “I’m fine, just- ah- gimme a second.” You sighed. “You have a concussion. You should not be here. You should be somewhere where you can rest your head.” You pulled her up, keeping her steady as she leaned on you. “Alright, alright,” she conceded. “Don’t be mean to me.” You rolled your eyes at her childish remark. “I’m not being mean,” you insisted as you led her out of the gym. “You’re just stubborn, so excuse me if I’m like… concerned for your health.”

Hazel hummed but didn’t say anything as you walked towards the nurse’s office. There was a silence, not uncomfortable, as you walked and eventually reached the nurse’s office. The school nurse had already gone home, but of course, being in self defense classes meant you knew your fair share of first-aid. As Hazel watched, seated in a chair, you went to the freezer, grabbing ice cubes and putting them in a plastic bag. You handed the bag to Hazel. “Put this on your ribs, and lay down on one of the beds.” You gestured to the two medical beds in the office. Hazel listened, surprisingly, and laid down on the closest one. You sat in the chair next to it, watching quietly.

“What about your, um… your chest?” asked Hazel, blushing through talking about your chest.. You had forgotten all about your injuries for a moment, but as soon as Hazel mentioned it, your sternum began to throb. “Yeah. Right.” You nodded and got up again to get more ice, holding it to your chest and sitting heavily in the chair. You could feel Hazel’s eyes on you, watching as you slumped in the chair.

“What?” You turned suddenly, catching her staring. Her cheeks started warming and she looked away. “Nothing, I just- you’re really pretty.”

You rolled your eyes. “I look like shit, Hazel.” Hazel shrugged. “So?” You shook your head. “So. how could I be pretty if I look like shit?”

Hazel frowned. “Well, it’s not like a right-now thing, I mean, you’re always pretty, whether you look like shit or not.”

You looked at her out of the corner of your eye. You’d blame it on the concussion, you decided. She wasn’t thinking properly. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”

Hazel was not having that. “No, actually. Like, you are actually really beautiful.” You hated the way your heart fluttered at the earnesty in her compliment. You knew you were pretty, but it was always nice to hear. Hazel looked away. “Sometimes I just look at you and go: ‘wow, I wish I could tell her how pretty she is every day. Maybe after a kiss on the cheek.’”

She what?

The shock from her comment got to you. “You what? So what was that in freshman year? You don’t get to just say that after what you did.” Hazel frowned again. You didn’t like that face, in fact, you much preferred her smile. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, you’re telling me you don’t remember when you wrote that fake note and then laughed in my face about it?”

Her eyebrows pinched further together in obvious confusion. “Fake note? What fake-” Realization dawned on her face, her eyes wide, which quickly turned into hurt. Her voice was quiet. “You thought it was fake?”

You looked at her like she was crazy. “Are you trying to tell me it was real? Hazel, you laughed in my face about it. Why wouldn’t I think that?” Hazel shook her head. “No, no, I didn’t. I just got nervous and when I get nervous I do this like, giggle thing.” Her eyes widen. “Oh my god, that’s why you walked away? You thought I was laughing at you. Holy shit, I feel terrible now. That explains so much- no, I meant every word I wrote on that paper.” Your eyes went wide as hope surged in your chest.

“Hazel, you… you meant it?”

She nodded. “Of course I did, I’d never not mean it. That would be horrible. Do you.. Still hate me?” You grimaced. “I don’t think I ever did.. I was just hurt cause I thought I’d been absolutely rejected by the girl of my dreams.” At her frown, you clarify. “You, Hazel.”

Hazel’s jaw drops, and she sits up, ignoring the way the room spins for a second. “I’m the girl of your dreams? Really?” Her wide eyes draw you in closer, leaning in as your eyes drop to her pretty pink lips. “Yeah, you are. Is this okay?” You ask as you lean even closer.

She nods her head, but before you can even move, the door to the nurse’s office swings open. You both lean back quickly as PJ appears in the door, but too late as her eyes flick from you to Hazel and back. “What are you losers doing in here? Making out?”

Both you and Hazel blush and PJ finally realizes that she’s right. “Oh, you were actually about to make out? Well don’t stop on my account-”

“Shut up, PJ,” you say, rolling your eyes. She rolls her eyes back at you. “Whatever. Club’s over anyway.” She shrugs, but both you and Hazel frown. “PJ, that’s really short. What happened?” Hazel asks. PJ shrugs again. “We had like, two more fights after you guys left, but the mood was totally killed so it got boring. Plus, Brittany had to leave.”

You and Hazel shared a look. You were both friends with PJ, so you both knew she was only in it for Brittany. “Okay, well, I gotta go. Hazel, if you want a ride, me and Josie are leaving, like, now.” Hazel swung her legs off the bed, standing a little shakily.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask, reaching out to steady her as you all walk out of the nurse’s office. She opens her mouth but PJ interrupts. “She’s fine, chill. Come on, let’s go.” You all walk back to the gym to get your stuff, then you part ways.

Hazel smiles sheepishly at you before they leave. “Thanks for taking care of me. See you tomorrow.”

“See you,” you respond, and you can’t help the disappointment in your voice. You wish PJ hadn’t interrupted, seeing as you’d definitely be kissing Hazel right now if she hadn’t, instead of watching her leave. You would see her tomorrow, but who knew if you’d have a moment like that again?

There wasn’t anything you could do about it now, but as you walked to your car, you made a promise to pull Hazel aside after school tomorrow and kiss the life out of her.

That self-promise proved to be challenging, since you had to see her all day before you’d talk to her privately. Sitting in Mr. G’s class was torture since you were hyper aware of Hazel sitting behind you, just out of reach.

Finally when the end of the day arrived and the bell rang, you rushed to your locker to find Hazel. You found her leaning against her own locker, and she looked up when you approached, her face brightening. “Hi,” she breathed out, a smile taking over her face to mirror the one on yours.

Your brain nearly shut off at her smile, but you quickly shook it off. The plan you had formulated in your mind rearranged itself as she leaned against the locker. You came closer and closer, putting a hand on the lockers next to her head to support yourself as you leaned in, your lips inches from hers. “Hi gorgeous. Can I kiss you?” You didn’t care about the other people in the hallway. All that mattered was Hazel’s little nervous swallow and the nod she gave you. Immediately, your lips were on hers, slotting together as you kissed her sweetly. You felt her hand go up and touch your cheek, holding you in place as you continued to kiss her.

When you finally pulled away, you were both slightly out of breath, your lips and cheeks flushed. You smiled at each other.

“It’s fitting,” you say, smiling now. “What is?” she asks.

“We kind of just corrected what happened here last time,” you laughed softly, leaning in for another kiss. Hazel smiled against your lips, kissing you back with passion. She pulled back to speak, her lips brushing against yours. “You want to get out of here?”

You smiled. “Hell yeah.”

[jintaka-hane]

Our Lucky Night!

Kid and Killer x ... Fans?

Masterlist

Summary: Kid and Killer are famous. As they run into a bunch of hyped-up cheerleaders, they believe it's their lucky night. Words: 700 Tags: @fanaticsnail

Night falls over the small coastal town, and the Kid's pirates make their way back to the ship.

A short distance ahead Kid and Killer chat animatedly, followed closely by Wire and Heat. They take in the sight of nocturnal bars coming to life, their signs flickering on, inviting anyone in search of fun and company.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

A thrilled, high-pitched squeal echoes from the street nearby, startling them, who look around in surprise.

“OMG look at theeeem!!!!!”

The shrieks are followed by a chorus of feminine shouts of excitement, applause, and nervous laughter.

"They’ve put up the new ones!!”

"Girls, come see them!"

The pirates continue down the street, confused, not quite understanding what’s causing such a commotion. Kid tries to address his crewmates, raising his voice to be heard above the clamor, when a sudden cry cuts him off.

"PIRATES GET ME SO TURNED ON!"

They exchange perplexed glances for a second, then break into a synchronized sprint down the street, eager to discover where the shouts are coming from.

Their four heads peer around the corner to spot a throng of about twenty women clustered at a bar's entrance, jostling each other to catch sight of the two new bounty posters pinned to the facade (likely just to appease the law).

"Why they gotta be so ripped and hot?"

"The higher the bounty, the hotter they are."

The girls stand on tiptoe with enthusiasm, leaning on one another for support as they strain to see the photos more clearly.

"Think they'd ever drop by this town?"

"I could think of a couple of jobs if I joined their crew."

Unconsciously, the pirates begin to mimic the girls, pushing each other competitively to gain a closer look and listen more intently.

"Those scars are mad sexy…"

Wire shakes his shoulders to free himself from Heat's tightly gripping fingers.

"Damn, the redhead is SO fucking hot, I can't even…"

They fix their eyes on the captain's face, just in time to witness how his cheeks flush involuntarily, turning several shades redder than their usual tone.

“Look at him… look at that badass face… look at that wild red hair."

"I wonder if he's also a redhead down there…"

Wire bursts into hearty, uncontrollable laughter.

"Hey, Cap'n, looks like you've got yourself a fan club," he says, delivering a friendly slap on Kid's back, further unsettling him and causing his cheeks to blaze even brighter.

The girls, still clustered at the bar door, continue their lively conversation.

"Think I can rip off the poster and take it with me?"

"You have no cure, you're addicted to redheads."

"Oh, he would be MY cure."

Kid chuckles.

His initial timidity begins to dissipate as he starts to process the increasingly naughty conversation.

"I've heard he's missing an arm."

"Yeah? Well, if he had me, he wouldn't need it…"

"… guys," Kid says, watching as the group of spirited girls continues to heap praise upon him, "… maybe we can stay on land a little while longer…"

“I wanna call him sir!”

“I want to change him, I want to make him worse!”

Kid smiles with a lopsided, mischievous grin, and Killer shakes his head and clicks his tongue beneath his mask, “be careful what you wish for, girls…”

"HAHAHAHA!!"

The cheeky laughter echoes across the harbor, drawing Kid along with it. He laughs openly and shamelessly, hands on hips and chest puffed out, clearly pleased with himself and the admiration he seems to be receiving from the women.

"And look at the other one, ain't he a hottie?"

"The first mate?"

All the Kid Pirates turn towards Killer. With arms crossed in a serious and stoic demeanor, he stays silent, secretly more grateful than ever for wearing the mask to hide his blush from the others.

"Oh, how I love men with long hair."

"I wanna brush his hair."

"I want to sit on his face!"

"… lucky bastard," Heat mutters, his gaze hypnotically fixed on the group of girls.

Kid throws an arm over Killer's shoulders in camaraderie, giving him a friendly shake. “Well, Kil,” he says with a large, cheeky grin, “looks like it's our lucky night!”

"Ladies, how about we head inside for a drink?" suggests one of the women, the others nodding eagerly.

Watching the girls disappear into the bar, Kid rolls his shoulders, straightens his back, and lifts his head high.

"Don't wait up for us, boys!" He calls out before striding purposefully toward the tavern, radiating self-assurance.

Killer follows close behind, his steps measured and hesitant, and as they reach the bounty posters, he casts a quick glance at them.

"Kid, wait," he grabs Kid's shoulder to halt him.

"Huh?" Kid spins around, a broad grin still plastered across his face.

Killer gestures toward the bounty board, and the captain steps closer to inspect it, his eyes landing on the two freshly posted wanted posters

...

"Killer..." he says, clenching his jaw so tightly it could almost crack, "not a FUCKING word of this to the others..."

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Blaine-friendly Kurtbastian Fic Recs

Putting a list together for @fallevs, but I hope this will be useful for anyone who wants to dip their toes into Kurtbastian fanfiction but doesn't want to read anything anti-Blaine! Everything included in this list will either not include Blaine at all, or if he is in the fic, it will be neutral or friendly toward him.

I've tried to include a wide range of words counts as well, so that you can start with something short and sweet or dive into something big, whatever you feel like. If anyone else has some recommendations to add, please feel free to reblog this list and add more!

Europe Is Our Playground by @glitterdammerung - 53,430 words

Summary: Eight years and half the world away from home, a chance encounter in a Paris club leads Kurt and Sebastian - each running from the ghosts of their pasts - into the diversion of chasing each other across Europe.

(Let's give them) Something to talk about by MemeKonGlee - 20,529 words

Summary: “I need you to—” “I heard you the first time,” Kurt interrupts, putting his fork and knife down on his plate and pushing his half-finished pancakes aside. “What I meant was: what the hell?” He points towards the neglected pancakes, trying to stall in the face of Kurt’s reaction. “Are you sure you don’t wanna finish that first?” The look in Kurt's eyes tells him in no uncertain terms that no, he doesn't want to finish his pancakes, Jesus. And so Sebastian has no option but to take a deep breath in, exhale slowly through his mouth and just… get on with it, internally cringing at how unbelievably ridiculous it all sounds when he puts it in words, all out there for the world (and more importantly, Kurt fucking Hummel) to judge. It all boils down to: I fucked up and I'm too proud to deal with it the mature way.

Safe Mode by flipmeforward - 18,118 words

Summary: An AU in which Kurt and Sebastian never met in high school. Instead, they meet at &brave--an up-and-coming online fashion company where Kurt is the new assistant slash blogger (one day he will figure out a better title), and Sebastian is the less than pleasant tech support guy. Kurt does his best to avoid Sebastian and his rude attitude at all possible costs, but it turns out that technology is not his friend. It also turns out that Sebastian might maybe possibly be (okay, probably is) more than just an annoying coworker.

Come On And Mess Me Up by @pouralittlewater - 215,339 words

Summary: “It’s like...When Harry Met Sally,” Santana told him. “No. That was me and Blaine.” “How? You literally got together in months. You and Sebastian have been skirting the issue for years. This whole “will they, won’t they” thing is getting old.” Or, when Sebastian enrolls in McKinley High and joins Glee right before the duet competition. What Kurt thinks could be the start to a great friendship in gay camaraderie quickly explodes in his face as he realizes being around Sebastian makes him want to set the other boy on fire. However, over time, that feeling dissipates. Even without the title of friendship, the two become ingrained in each other's lives in a way neither ever expected to.

Thunderbolts & Lightning by @alphabees-writes - 1,854 words

Summary: Sebastian has a plan. It goes wrong, and then right, and then wrong again.

tension bars by @cryscendo - 824 words

Summary: Prompt by backslashdelta: kurt, sports!au (gymnastics), exes, “sometimes, i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different.”

I Want The World To See You'll Be With Me by @backslashdelta (me!) - 2,405 words

Summary: Kurt and Sebastian attend a Christmas party, and Sebastian has a special surprise for Kurt afterward.

Dessert by @nalasan - 1,175 words

Summary: “Oh my God,” Sebastian says, staring at the plate in front of him. “We have to break up.” Kurt, who has just walked into their living room and is still in his winter coat, raises his eyebrow quizzically; his expression more bemused than worried, “And why is that?” “Just look at that,” Sebastian replies, gesturing at the table in front of him like he is seeing it for the first time: the white tablecloth, the candles in their silver candleholders, the white roses in their vase in the middle of the table, and the dinner Sebastian has been preparing since he came home three hours ago.

And Why Is That? by @20xbetterthanu - 41,321 words

Summary: "I love you, and I hate myself for that." "And why is that?" Love hurts.

Note from me: this fic is definitely not anti-Blaine, however it does heavily involve Blaine and he is Not having a good time, so I maybe wouldn't recommend it if you want to avoid him (and the other boys!) being sad.

A Change In The Weather by cacophonylights - 209,414 words

Summary: The summer before college Kurt is shocked when Sebastian comes to him with a timely offer he can’t refuse.  He’ll get something he needs to realize his dreams, but in return he has to play the role of Sebastian’s boyfriend for the summer.  Neither of them know just how much their worlds are about to change. For a GKM prompt.

Note from me: this fic COULD be considered anti-Blaine, but I don't personally consider it to be; it maybe doesn't paint him in the most positive light, but I think it's still neutral enough to be on this list, and it's essentially required reading at this point! Also, it is famously unfinished, but there are a couple fan sequels: ACITW AU by @lady-divine-writes A Drop In The Ocean by @daftydraw and jwmelmoth The ACITW link above is for livejournal, but you can also find the original fic on AO3 in two parts here and here.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

With minutes to spare, I posted my contribution to the Roy/Jamie Valentine's Day Ficlet Exchange 2025!

Hop on to AO3 or scroll down for misunderstanding, secret relationships, Jamie Tartt's canonical daddy issues, Ola Obisanya's canonical father of all fathers-ness, and Roy and Jamie being their usual messy selves. Happy Valentin's, y'all!

Write Songs About It

Jamie’s favourite spot, Ola learns, is "not really about the food, right, it’s more of a club really, but a friend—Keeley? Sam’s told you? Yeah—she said there’s this Italian place near Mears Walk that does a good lunch".

Over white bowls of fragrant pasta Jamie elaborates on fashion (I’m telling you, jonquil’s going to be on everybody this year); on aquatic geopolitics (and it’s so sad about the whales, innit); and of course on football (might not win this year, but we’re contenders, yeah? Next year’s ours for sure, Roy’s gonna get us there).

When Ola speaks Jamie is silent and attentive, hanging on to every word. The eager regard is flattering, and makes something in Ola twinge in sympathy.

---

It was supposed to be Samuel, of course. But: as father and son pulled apart from their long hug and Samuel said you should have told me you would be a day early, I would have picked you up from the airport and Ola replied I know. That’s why I didn’t tell you the restaurant door was pushed open and Jamie Tartt, dressed to the nines in the colours of the rainbow, sauntered inside.

“Hey, Dayo, did I leave—“ He caught sight of father and son and paused, brows furrowing in confusion. “What are you still doing here?” he asked Samuel. “Thought you were supposed to pick Simi up around now.”

“Oh.” Samuel cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um. Yes. I will give her a call.”

Raising his eyebrows, Ola tutted disapprovingly. “Samuel, are you supposed to be on a date right now?”

“Yes, well, soon, but… You are here now. Simi will understand.”

Jamie looked doubtful. “Not sure she will, mate.”

“No, no, I’m sure she—“

“Samuel, go. I am perfectly capable of looking after myself for the 350 days a year when I don’t see you, I am sure I will be fine for an afternoon.”

His son still looked hesitant, the dear, dutiful boy. Before Ola could encourage him further, Jamie jumped in, “Your dad’s right, lad. Better go make sure your girl don’t run off with some other gorgeous restaurant-owning football. Bound to be loads of ‘em.”

Ola very much doubted that, but the comment had the desired effect, and after profuse promises of lots and lots of time spent tomorrow, Samuel rushed off, leaving Jamie and Ola alone in the dining room.

“Sorry about that,” Jamie said, absentmindedly running his hand through the carefully styled hair. “Took ages for them to get together, right, and Simi’s not really the romantic type, so Sam was dead excited when she agreed to a Valentine’s date. Be a shame if he missed it. But, I’m sorry you don’t get to spend the day with him. I know that he… ” He trailed off, bit his lip. “He was really looking forward to seeing you, yeah? Been talking our ears off all week.

There's something wistful in the young man’s voice, and something sad.

Ola knew enough of him to know why.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said lightly. “Perhaps you would care to join me for some lunch instead? If you are not too busy, of course.”

Jamie pointed to himself, eyebrows raised in question, as if there was anyone else around that Ola could have possibly meant. “Me? Uh, yeah. Sure.” If the vocal response was somewhat muted, the smile on his face was anything but. “Did you wanna eat here, or… ?”

Ola put a hand on Jamie’s shoulder, gently steering him towards the door. “As much as I love Nigerian cuisine, and especially Nigerian cuisine as good as my son’s, I find it refreshing to try new things when I’m abroad. Please, take me to your favourite spot.”

---

So yes, it was supposed to be Samuel, but Ola can’t find it in him to regret ending up on an uncomfortable brown bench opposite Jamie Tartt. The boy is easy to talk to, funny and opinionated and thoughtlessly charming. Strangely shy but pleased when asked about himself, and seemingly as keen to hear what Ola has to say as he is to hear his own voice.

It is, just as it had been the first time they met, very hard to recognize in this Jamie the selfish and cruel young man Ola had once sensed the shape of in Samuel’s evasive comments during his first few months in England. Hard to reconcile this Jamie’s easy grin with the arrogant sneer of so many post-match interviews in that first, difficult year.

Now Jamie’s smile is wide when he details Samuel’s exploits on and off the pitch. Samuel finally getting together with Simi had been the big news of that week, he assures Ola, everyone’d been waiting for it, you know?

“It was about time!” Ola agrees, signalling for the waiter to indicate that a desert menu might not be unwelcome. “But what about you, Jamie? Is there no one special in your life?”

Jamie doesn’t answer immediately. His fingers find the serviette, pick at it. ”Uh, yeah. I mean, no.” A shrug. “Maybe. I guess it’s complicated."

“Oh? And how did you meet this complicated person? Is she one of Jamie Tartt’s many adoring fans?”

The smile is quick, bashful. “Nah. Met through work, didn’t we. But h-, uh, she isn’t complicated. I mean, I guess they are. But mostly it’s just… Yeah. Bit complicated because of the club and that.”

“Ah, I see,” Ola says, not entirely truthfully. “So you have no big plans for Valentine’s Day?”

Jamie shakes his head. “I don’t know that they’re into romantic stuff anyway.”  He pauses, considering. “Or, maybe they are, but… not with me, I figure.”

“Not with you? But you are dating?”

“Eh. Dunno. It’s like… We,”—he glances at Ola—“do things, yeah? Like, you know. Adult things. And we hang out. A lot. But it’s not really… “ He makes a face. “Not like we can go on dates anyway.”

Ola puts the dessert menu down, frowning, as alarm bells go off in his head. Someone Jamie has met through work; someone Jamie cannot be seen with because it would be complicated for the club… Add the facts together, check the sum, and it sounds suspiciously like what Samuel had told him about his romance with Rebecca Welton.

Samuel’s boss.

Jamie’s boss.

Ola has – reluctantly – accepted that Richmond’s owner had not meant to take advantage of Samuel (Dad, I promise, she’s even more concerned about it than you are!). Her ending the affair has mollified him somewhat. But if she is once more taking one of the club’s players to bed...

“Would you want to?” he asks carefully, not sure how to broach the subject without pushing too hard. For all his filial piety, Samuel had not responded well to Ola’s suggestion that the match was a bad one; you had to let these young men discover such things for themselves. Still, a gentle nudge in the right direction could not hurt.

Jamie takes a sip of water. “Would I want what?”

“Go on dates with this person.”

“Oh.” Jamie shrugs again. “Not up to me, is it.”

 “No? Surely you should get a say in whether you go on dates or not?”

“Eh. Not really? I mean, they pretty much decide on everything we do.”

“They decide everything?” The alarm bells blare louder still. “That does not sound very fair to you.”

Jamie gives him a blank look. “No, I love it.”

Ah. Well, Ola won’t be touching that. “I see. But even if that is the case, if there is something you are missing in the relationship, you should be able to say so.”

Jamie looks doubtful, but gives a nod all the same. “I guess. Hadn’t really thought about anything missing, to be honest. I like what we have, yeah? But maybe it’d be nice if we were… you know… more.” He looks at Ola a little uncertainly, as if he is wondering if he has gotten that right—and Ola nods encouragingly.

“Absolutely.”

Hiding one’s love away never works in the long run. And Jamie certainly deserves someone who is not afraid to show him off.

Besides, if Jamie makes it clear that he isn’t content being just a pretty boy toy, Rebecca might realise her mistake and break the affair off, just as she had done with Sam.

That really would be best for everyone.

“Yeah,” Jamie says slowly, nodding again, more decisively now. “Yeah, all right. I’ll think about it.”

“Good,” Ola says, favouring him with a warm smile. “And now, for pudding… “

They share a chocolate & hazelnut budino, and speak of other things. The restaurant empties as midday becomes mid-afternoon, and then Jamie has to leave for a barber’s appointment. (Jamie offers to cancel, and Ola tells him that is very kind, but also silly. Jamie offers to pay for the meal, and Ola tells him that is very kind, but sillier still.)

“Thank for this, Mr. Obisanya,” Jamie says as they stand on the pavement, hovering on the edge of goodbye. “I mean, Ola. It were nice.”

“It was my pleasure,” Ola assures him. He deliberates for a moment, hesitates—then he takes a step forward and pulls the young man into a firm embrace, just as he would have done Samuel. His gut tells him that this gesture will be welcome (needed), and is, as so often, proved correct when Jamie returns the hug.

“Take care of yourself, Jamie. And remember, I am here if you ever need to talk. Samuel tells me you are family.”

Jamie smiles at that. Ola smiles back.

---

The text comes through the next day, as Ola is preparing dinner while waiting for Samuel to return from training. It doesn’t say much, just Thanks for yesterday. Thought about what you said, and I have a plan underneath a bouquet of black roses.

Ola chuckles approvingly. Black flowers is a curious choice for a romantic gesture, but of course people can find romance in all sorts of things. Ayomide, for instance, is fond of Ola bringing her folded paper flowers—though he suspects that that has more to do with her knowing how difficult he finds the folding. She always did like him making an effort.  

Good for you! he sends Jamie. Begins to sing, as he sets to soaking the rice.

---

Ola waits until after dinner, when Samuel is leaning against him as they watch Ijogbon, before he asks, “Samuel, do you believe that it is possible that Jamie and your Rebecca are having an intimate relationship?”

“What?” Samuel pulls back to give him an incredulous stare. “No! No. I mean Jamie is lovely of course, but I really don’t think… Why? Dad, what did Jamie say to you?”

“He did not say very much, just that he had met someone through work and that it was complicated. Somehow, I got the feeling that this person was his superior.”

Samuel’s face goes very still for a moment, then he sighs, a soft oh, before lapsing into a long silence.

Ola waits patiently; eventually Samuel looks up, and offers, “Rebecca has been seeing a Dutch pilot since last summer and I think they are very happy together. But I think I might know who Jamie is involved with, and if it is who I think it is… then, yes, it would be complicated.” He pauses. “But good, too, I think. For both of them.”

This is a relief. Though it rather begs the question… “And you cannot tell me who this person is?”

“I’m sorry, no. I don’t think it is my place to tell.”

Ola gives a laugh, reaching out to tousle his son’s hair. “Ah! It is a shame I’ve raised you so well!”

Samuel laughs too. “Did Jamie say anything about else about this relationship?” he asks.

“Not really, but he sent me a picture of a huge bouquet of flowers, so I suspect he is planning a romantic gesture.”

“I… see,” Samuel says after a brief pause. “I hope he films it. I think it would be very interesting to watch.”

---

At the knock on his door Roy curses loudly. Whatever it is, he is not in the fucking mood. All he wants is to have his tea, read his book and then escape into the sweet oblivion of sleep.

It’s been a weird fucking day.

More specifically, Jamie has been weird. Now, Roy had expected some awkwardness at work back when they first started sleeping together, but to his surprise Jamie had seemed to have no issue separating their private sessions from their professional ones.

But then today, three months after their first hook-up, Jamie had suddenly started acting strange. Pretending he didn’t even notice Roy most of the time; throwing himself into intense conversations with whomever was nearest when Roy showed up. And yet, whenever he thought Roy wasn’t looking, he stared, eyes narrowed in a stupid-looking approximation of careful consideration.

It would have been funny, if it hadn’t been so annoying—and hadn’t made Roy so nervous.

To boot, the weather had been godamn awful, icy sleet coming down on them as the team ran their drills on the wet, slippery pitch. Once he blew the whistle on the whole miserable thing, Roy was too cold and too tired to confront Jamie over his behaviour. He went straight home instead, vowing to be in bed by nine.

And now it is just gone past six and he hasn’t even started dinner yet and whoever is at the door must have the code to the gate, and so must be someone Roy knows and trusts not to come bother him unless it is important.

Putting on his very best scowl, Roy yanks the door open. His frown deepens as his gaze fall on—of fucking course—Jamie and the frankly alarmingly large bouquet of flowers in his arms.

“The fuck is that?” Roy demands.

“They’re flowers,” Jamie says, sounding for all the world like he genuinely thinks Roy doesn’t realise that. “Jesus, Roy, didn’t think your eyesight—“ He cuts himself off, apparently deciding to save the insults for now. “They’re for you,” he adds, a little churlishly. 

Roy has gathered as much, and eyes them warily. Black roses. Bit obvious, but nice—though Roy isn’t going to tell Jamie that just yet. He wants answers first.

“Why?”

Jamie presses his lips together. Shrugs in that casual way that isn’t fooling anyone anymore. “It’s what people do, innit. When they’re, you know, together.”

“Together,” Roy echoes flatly.

“Yeah,” Jamie says, lifting his chin defiantly. “Together. Fucking hell, Roy, we work together and we hang out all the time and do fucking everything together and we sleep together. How much more together do you wanna be?”

“I didn’t say we weren’t together, you muppet!” Roy snaps, because he isn’t sure what’s going on here and he’s never been very good with either uncertainty or surprises. “It’s just… ,” he fumbles, “Fucking flowers? That’s something you want? Me to bring you… fucking roses and shit?”

It’s not thar Roy minds buying flowers, in general. He bought Keeley flowers all the time and he fucking loved how much she loved that. He just hadn’t realised that his and Jamie’s thing was a thing that ought to include flowers.

He sure as hell hadn’t grasped that his failure to bring them meant that they weren’t together.

Jamie sets his jaw mulishly. “And what if I do?”

And what if indeed. Roy grits his teeth, resigning himself to the truth even as he speaks it. “Then I fucking would. I will. If you want me to, I’ll… bring you flowers. Okay?”

“Yeah?” Jamie brightens. It pisses Roy off how much the sight of it makes him want to smile.

It pisses him off, in a whole different way, that Jamie would trust Roy to do absolutely anything with—and to—him, but not trust him enough to trust that Roy would bring flowers just because Jamie asked.

“Yeah,” he grunts. “Fuck. If it’s important to you, I’ll… I don’t know. Order a fuckton of bloody dahlias and have them delivered to your house first thing in the morning.” He looks up at Jamie. “Okay?”

Jamie waves a hand dismissively. “Nah, don’t bother, mate, I’m good. Don’t really care for flowers, to be honest. Kind of sad, innit, taking them in just to have them die in a vase.”

Before Roy can ask him what the fuck this is all about then, Jamie adds seriously, “But listen, I want us to do other together stuff, all right? I dunno, go on proper dates maybe. I mean, they’re gonna have be secret ones, but everyone knows we’re mates so it won’t be weird if we go for dinner, yeah?”

“We have dinner all the fucking time,” Roy points out, slightly outraged. He doesn’t spend every other night cooking for this twat only to be told they don’t have dinner.

“Yeah, here, after you’ve made me do a million burpees. Not the same, innit. You don’t even light candles.”

Candles. Is there supposed to be candles now? Or are those like the flowers, only metaphorical? “But I didn’t know you wanted that,” Roy protests. “You never said.”

“Yeah, well.” Jamie shrugs, looking a little defensive. “You never said either. We kinda just happened. And it’s been fine,” he quickly adds. “Fucking love it, yeah? And like, we can keep on doing what we’re doing, I don’t mind… but maybe it’d be nice to do other things too.”

Closing his eyes, Roy gives a short nod, his fuck nothing more than a sigh.

Because yeah. Maybe it would be fucking nice. Roy might have allowed himself to think that, maybe, if it hadn’t been so fucking easy to just… not. So easy not to talk about it, just let their coach-player dynamic seamlessly morph into something else off the pitch; into this gorgeous thing of Jamie looking up at him with his plump lips parted, pliant and eager, ready for Roy’s next command—or ready to await Roy’s pleasure indefinitely.

He’s a beautiful thing to have, Jamie Tartt on his knees, and he’s Roy’s best friend. Roy could lose the sex, maybe, but he couldn’t fucking lose that.

But if Jamie wants more…

Roy can talk about that. Jesus fucking Christ, he won’t shut up about that. (He’ll hate every moment of it. He’ll do it all the same. For Jamie, and the way he’s looking at Roy now. There’s understanding in those grey eyes, and doubt, and hope.)

“Yeah, all right,” Roy says. That’ll have to do for now. He still hasn’t had dinner. Adds, just to be clear, “But you don’t want flowers.”

“No.”

“But you want to go on dates.”

“Be mint, yeah.”

“Did you mean… right now?”

Jamie cocks his head to the side and grins. “Hadn’t thought, but yeah, all right. Since you’re asking.”

“I wasn’t,” Roy mutters, but he is already reaching for his jacket. There is this restaurant he used to take the dates he particularly wanted to impress to, and he is willing to bet he could still wrangle a table without a reservation. “Come on, then.”

---

CODA

Perhaps he shouldn’t, but as Ola prepares to board the plane that will take him back home, he finds that he can’t not. He picks up his phone and sends Jamie a message:

It has been good to get to know you over the past few weeks. I hope things are going very well with your complicated someone.

It’s not fishing, as such. Just a reminder that Ola is there for Jamie, in his corner and rooting for him.

There is no immediate answer. The gate opens and Ola puts his phone away. When he pulls it out a few minutes later to turn it off for the flight, there’s a text from Jamie.

It only reads Going well, yeah but attached to it is a picture.

Jamie’s grin is as cheeky as ever, but his eyes are blazing and awed. Roy’s frown is as deep as ever, but is betrayed by the soft smile he can’t quite suppress.

Ah. Ah, yes. He understands now why Jamie and Samuel had called it complicated.

Understands, too, why Samuel had called it good.

He wonder what to write back; how to convey the approval and care and pride that is not strictly speaking his to give.

In the end Ola settles for the simple truth: I am happy for you.

Author's note

You know, I rather suspect that big, warm father figure Ola would get a very different Jamie Tartt experience than most others…

Huge thanks to destinatontoast for cheereading and very helpful suggestions, and to jedasaur for putting this whole thing together!

I didn’t mean to crash over the word limit like that, but unfortunately I’m incapable of keeping it short and sweet so here we are.

I'd tag the recipient but either they've changed their Tumblr or they have me blocked, which would be awkward and very, very funny.

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The rest of the Kickstarter and patreon money is to be split up among the permanent team members on a twice-a-year basis, with percentages for the first payment calculated from the amount of money we have on July 31st.

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Coward and Proud of It

(Nathaniel is drawing in his sketchbook after another akuma attack, and notices his classmates looking embarassed, their faces riddled with guilt.)

Nathaniel: Why do you guys look like that?

Alix: Dude, we’re such horrible friends! We forgot about you again!

(He looked confused. She sounded sincere, but why?)

Rose: I can’t believe we left you behind! We’re supposed to look out for each other!

Nathaniel: Uh, what are you talking about?

Nino: We didn’t go back to look for you dude! We were too busy saving our own skins. (He looks ashamed. Nathaniel realizes what’s going on.)

Nathaniel: Are you talking about the last akuma attack? You think you abandoned me?

Kim: Yeah! You were nowhere to be found. Weren’t you looking for us?

Nathaniel: Uh... no? Guys, you didn’t leave me behind. I left you.

(The entire class gasps in shock.)

Chloe: What are you on about, Kurtzberg?!

(He just rolls his eyes at the girl.)

Nathaniel: Whenever I am able to do so, I slip away from you guys. Afterall, Akumas seem to have a magnet for our group. And the best way to avoid getting killed is to lay low, away from the source.

Adrien: You make it sound like we’re a liability to you!

Nathaniel: *Bluntly* You are. You all run around like headless chickens, instead of ducking for cover and keeping your heads down. If this were a zombie apocalypse, you’d fail horribly. Well, except for Adrien and Marinette. Somehow you two always manage to avoid the brunt of the attacks. Not to mention you’ve never been akumatized yourselves. Main character energy if I’ve ever seen it.

Marinette: Yeah... that’s the reason. *Internally sweating*

Max: Nathaniel, you make up one fourteenth of a group. I am pretty sure we’d realize if you had abandoned us.

Nathaniel: Well, Max, for a guy with such a high iq, you clearly weren’t smart enough the other four times I did it.

Alya: Hold on a second, you’ve left us FIVE TIMES?!

(Nathaniel nods. He doesn’t understand why everyone seems so surprised.)

Nathaniel: You make it sound like it’s such a hard thing to do. When you’re all freaking out like that, it’s easy for a quiet guy like me to slip away.

Alix: (Talking about the Art Club Squad) But every time we texted you in the group chat, you acted like you were trying to find us. You even said you understood how panicked we got.

Nathaniel: Yeah, I was lying. You think I’m gonna reveal my escape plans? Then you’ll wanna join me, and I can’t have anyone from this class, even my friends, putting a target on my back via association.

Juleka: *Mumbling* Ouch, dude.

Chloe: Hmph! Well if you’re so elusive, tell us how on earth a nobody like you managed to survive all these attacks.

Nathaniel: Why should I tell you? You’d just try to join me next time.

(Rose uses her puppy dog eyes, and he caves.)

Nathaniel: Alright, fine. But I’m not taking any of you next time, you hear me?

(They grumble and nod.)

Nathaniel: Ok, Stormy Weather was pretty easy. All I had to do was avoid Alec, head home to my house, shut all the windows, lock the doors, hide under the bed, and done. For some reason, Akumas usually attack anyone unlucky enough to be outside. If they don’t have a specific victim in mind that is.

(The classmates all mutter in agreement. He had a point.)

Nathaniel: Next up was Guitar Villain, and once again you all ran off together, not even thinking of splitting up. And it seems none of you got the idea of just pretending to like the music. That’s what I did, just copied what I saw Ivan doing in class the day before, and headbanged like there was no tomorrow. I find the music to be cringe as all hell, not to mention the singer’s a deadbeat dad with an obviously fake English accent, but I had to fake it to make it.

Juleka: *Muttering* He really is a scumbag.

Nathaniel: Then there was Frightingale. I didn’t escape by myself, since I got a helping hand from a certain cute writer who I had been in the music video with. Turns out we had both been crushing on the other for awhile, and finally had the courage to ask eachother out. He took me to a safespot with the other kids in Mendeliev’s class, they took a liking to me, since I actually bothered to ask about their lives. You do realize that the kids besides Marc, Mireille, Jean and Aurore have names right?

Marinette: Of course we did!

Nathaniel: Really, what are they?

(The class is unable to even come up with a guess.)

Sabrina: Uh...

Nathaniel: That’s what I thought. Anyway, Zombizou was my favorite. Me and the Science kids got to kick love-zombie ass, and in order to avoid suspicion, Marc and I kept making out whenever they were near. It was so awesome! (He blushes before getting back on topic.) So yeah. You guys never abandoned me, I abandoned you. And before you say anything, no, I’m not sorry.

Alix: *Looking forlorn* But dude... we’re your friends!

Nathaniel: Well, you are. Most of the Art Squad is, but the rest of you only interact with me if you need something for your ships. You realize I’m an accomplished cartoonist, right? The Ladybug comic I work on with Marc is a huge success. I’m just as important as the rest of you!

Kim: Dude, we aren’t saying you’re not.

Nathaniel: Well I wasn’t important enough for any of you to notice I was being bullied by Chloe?

Chloe: Oh please, Kurtzberg. You got off easy.

Marinette: She made everyone’s life bad, Nathaniel. Not just yours!

Nathaniel: When you get bullied, everyone coddles you. When I get humiliated in front of the class, nobody besides my art friends came to comfort me, to explain to me why I got akumatized, why I was right to feel angry about what happened. Marc’s class also took the time to explain to me how it was creepy to write my self-insert being in love with a real classmate. They’re the reason I apologized to you, Marinette.

Chloe: Well if they’re so cool, then why don’t you join them!

Mylene: Chloe! We wouldn’t want that! Nathaniel’s our friend!

Nathaniel: Actually, that’s what I plan on doing next year. No offense, but I can only tolerate like half of you. I’d rather be with a class that actually recognizes my value, that takes the time to ask how I’m doing. If that makes me a background character in your world, so be it.

(He gets up and sees Marc waiting for him.)

Nathaniel: I’m not some helpless little lamb that gets lost whenever there’s an akuma. I’m a survivor, a coward, and I’m proud of it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna make out with my boyfriend.

(He smirks as he sees each classmate with their jaw on the floor.)

Turns out our Nath wasn’t abandoned after all. He’s just an escape artist. This felt so cathartic to write, and I hope you enjoyed it. As usual, let me know your thoughts in reblogs, replies, posts, and asks. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

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Welcome to Tripolis high.

We Welcome you to Tripolis High, a high school made for everyone.

We encourage students to be themselves and to be unique in their own way. We have been inspiring students since 14th of May 1940.

Our staff made this account to keep an eye on students as well as give important announcements! We do have a Snow ball on the way!

We also welcome back our old students! We hope your new school year starts out better than the last and you spend yet again a wonderful time this year. We know exams will be stressful for the oldest ones but do not panic and study well, a lot of you have great potential.

Anyways let’s get to the fun part!

If anyone here wants to join an after school activity, please do! We have quite a lot to offer!

Gardening club

Acting club

Music club

Cooking club

Art club

Science and tech club

Football/basketball/soccer clubs

Film club

History club

Literature club

Dance club

Journalism club

Robotics club

Cheer leading

Student council

Student council is up and running, if anyone wants to apply for a position, please contact us and make a plan for what you think this school needs.

We also are opening president debate!! 2 students will fight for the role of Student council president. A poll will be set and cast the best president for their school.

Thank you all for reading and staying.

-Tripolis High Staff.

OOC:

Finally an account for the school!

This is made by me @mikeydraws and @isityuno

This is a Highschool DC AU, this is mostly about young DC heroes like Young Justice! This is a big project me and Yuno finally brought to daylight, thanks to the encouragement from a few friends of ours. They are also part of this au as characters.

The full list of people in this is all on the pinned account of @jaimereyesbug Which is mine! I run it :)

Thank you to all the people who already joined this is an absolute delight to be apart of, if this AU gains a bigger audience and more people want to join we will open our very own Discord server. But before that I wanna apply some rules

OCs and self-inserts

- this is absolutely fine, don’t feel bad about adding an oc or a self-insert, we accept those and you won’t be judged.

Canon characters

- if a canon character is already taken then don’t bother making your own version of it, we won’t accept them. The reason being is that it will be so confusing for us and keeping track of it, it’s better if we keep it simple.

Older characters

- we accept older characters, like Bruce, dick or Wally. However they won’t be too much focused on as young DC characters are the main voice of the Roleplay, I won’t allow Bruce as a teenager so don’t even try, this will make it weird since we already have a Damian.

NSFW and inappropriate things

- you will get instantly reported and blocked, this is a high school au, most characters are under the age of 18-19.

This is all! Please contact me ( @mikeydraws ) or this blog if you are interested in joining!!

Ciao!

[bloodywickedlips]

All this work.

Summary: You've worked hard for the past 6 months undercover, when a mistake is made by the BAU will it cost you more than you thought?

The day started off well and as you walked into the club you passed security easily with a smile and went to sit next to your boss.

You had recently moved up in the chain and was now one of the most important 8 people sat around the table.

You watched in silence as the men bickered and then soon it was over with drinks being passed and laughter along with stacks of cash laying on the table.

“we are expecting the next shipment to come in on the 9th” your boss said to one of well paying clients and you went over it in your mind. Four days. Only four days till the next batch come in.

You saw him pull more money out and slide it over to your boss and your boss motioned for you to check the bag.

Zipping the bag open you checked inside and nodded to your boss, this was enough money for at least three.

“pleasure doing business with you, I will send you the details as soon as it arrives” your boss said and you watched as they shook hands.

“Now tell me, does anyone pay to play with her?” the guy asked and tipped his chin towards you, making you glare at him and your boss laugh.

“That I can assure you will bring you more pain than pleasure if you try. She’s one of us, she makes sure our shipment is up to standards. The reviews certainly have gone up since she joined us” your boss said and you lifted your glass up in cheers and drank the bitter whiskey down without a grimace.

“Such a shame, I would have enjoyed it” the guy said and stood up to go back to his many girls entertaining him.

“If it is alright sir I would like to head back to the warehouse and make sure everything is ready for you when the shipment comes” you said and looked at your boss hoping he would left you as you needed some much needed sleep.

“Why don’t you take a day off, your work is always on time and you should relax a little bit. Get laid even” your boss says and laughs at his own joke.

“I might just do that if I see something interesting” you reply and stand up bidding your boss to have a good night.

You walk out of the club towards your car and drive your way to your house, you knew security was following right behind you and you sighed as you stepped out of your car.

Suddenly lights were shown on you and you heard voices shout. You looked around and ran down the ally way right next to your house, you tried climbing the long gated fence but a strong hand pulled you down and you collided hard with the ground.

Quickly jumping up you swung your fist and smiled in triumph as you heard a grunt and you felt your knuckles enflame in pain.

“Oh that’s how you wanna do it” the voice said back and you felt a punch to your own cheek and you had to admit that it stung.

You spat blood out onto the ground and motioned to the attacker to come forward with your hand and your fists were raised up.

The guy ran at you and tackled you back into the fence making you gasp as the air was knocked out of your lungs but you quickly hit your elbow down onto his back two times before he grunted letting go. You smiled and went to run back out of the ally when you were stopped by him pulling you back by your hair. “Ah fuck….” You shouted as he slammed you to the ground with his knee in between your shoulder blades.

“Stop fighting dammit, FBI you are under arrest, I will now read you your rights…” the voice said and you closed your eyes and sighed as he read you your rights.

You couldn’t believe it.

As he pulled you up by your cuffed wrists you hissed as they bit into your flesh and as he escorted you to their black SUV you looked to the side and saw Michael watching you from his car. Your boss was not going to be happy at all.

You were searched and then thrown into an interrogation room. You sat there for about an hour before finally someone stepped in and you arched your eyebrow to the man in front of you. He had a nice bruise on his jaw where your fist had connected.

“Laura smith….finally I can put a face to the name” the man said and you looked away to the side.

He slammed brown files down in front of you and you thought to yourself ‘here we go’.

He blabbed on about the files in front of you and not once did you speak up or give him anything.

“I want you superior” you said and he huffed out at you and slammed his hands down onto the table “there is no way you are cutting a deal, so speak now or we put you away for good” he said and you laughed out.

Not that you thought anything was funny…you were angry , no you were pissed off.

“you stupid prick!!” you hissed out and stood up although your hands were cuffed to the table you were seething.

“I want your superior in here now!” you shouted and heard the door open, looking to your side you saw a middle aged man in a suit step in and nod at you.

“Hotch we had a plan, don’t give in to her man” the other man said and you watched as this ‘Hotch’ moved to stand in front of you.

“Morgan I am curious to know what she wants” Hotch replied and you glared at both of them.

“So please explain to me how the FBI just hires any stupid idiot off of the force? You see Morgan I can tell you were normal police before this. So please tell me how stupid you actually are” you said in anger and you could tell you were getting under his skin.

“You are the stupid one, I mean we caught you” Morgan said and you shook your head as you sat down crossing your legs.

“I assume you have a technical analyst? Don’t answer its rhetorical, phone them right now in front of me and tell them to look up Y/N Y/L/N” you told them with anger.

“We don’t take orders from you” morgan huffed out and hotch was looking at you trying to analyse why you were asking for this.

“Morgan it might be another victim” Hotch said and you rolled your eyes.

You watched as hotch pulled his phone open and dialled a number while putting it on speaker.

“What can I do for you my lord?” a sweet female voice came through the phone and you stared at it curiously.

“Look up Y/N Y/L/N anything you cant find on them” Hotch said and you sat back staring at morgan as he glared at you.

“Alright scanning now, oh oaky got it. She’s gone awol for the past six months no trace of her at all, before that there is a lot of cases finished with her name at the top, nothing dirty although there is a sealed file” the voice said and hotch ordered her to unseal it.

“Don’t bother sweetheart, only person that can authorise that would be Erin Strause. So if I were you I would call her first as you stupid people probably just blew my cover!!” you hissed out the last part and saw all colour drain from the said morgan.

“That’s right morgan, you just probably blew my cover, I’ve been under for just over six months in the child trafficking ring and this would have been the biggest bust yet. You just cost hundreds of kids their lives.” You said and shook your head at them.

Not soon after you said those words hotch’s phone started ringing and him and morgan gave each other a look before he answered.

“What is this I heard you just arrested one of my best undercover agents?” you heard the voice of strause come through the phone.

“I’m sorry mam, we had no idea. The case we are currently working deals with children being abducted and all signs pointed to her, yes mam. Yes I understand” Hotch said as he hung up the phone.

“Mind getting the cuffs off of me now?” you stated angrily and rubbed your wrists as they were set free.

“All this work down the fucking drain” you mumbled and shook your head.

“I’m sorry for the mix up, you are free to go” Hotch said and you huffed at him. “no way will they let me back in after their people saw me getting arrested.” You said and winched at the headache you were getting.

“We’ll make it believable, let you go as you said nothing” Hotch said and you mulled it over in your head and nodded.

“Fine but I need a few bruises to make it believable” you groaned out whishing none of tonight happened as you were so close. This last shipment of kids coming in was your last piece of evidence you needed to bring down the whole ring with bosses and customers alike.

“That can be arranged” Hotch said and picked up the files and left the room with morgan.

You sat at the table thinking of ways to explain this to your boss, hopefully he wouldn’t see right through you and discover your intentions after a hard long six months.

Morgan stepped back inside with a woman following him and they shut the door.

“Hi I'm Emily Prentiss, Hotch explained to me and I'm sorry to have to do this” she said and you shook your head at her.

“You wont be touching me, he will be the one” you said and nodded to morgan.

“Whoa hey now, I am not doing that” he said and held his hands up as he stepped back.

“oh now you are good enough to not touch me” you hissed at him still angry over the whole situation.

“it’s not that, it’s just not fair of a woman to go up against Morgan” Emily said and you shook your head. “I am a lot stronger than I look, ask morgan, I gave him that pretty bruise on his jaw” you said and saw morgan clench his fists.

“Emily it’s fine” Morgan said and she held her hands up and shook her head as she walked out.

“So where do you want it?” morgan asked as he stepped closer to you and it’s the first time you actually look at him. He was very handsome for an FBI agent. Dark luring eyes and beautiful smile and very toned from what you could see.

“let’s do eyebrow and neck” you said and walked towards him ready for him to hit you.

You grabbed his hand and put it around your throat trying to get it over with, you felt morgan squeeze his hand but it wasn’t hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Morgan you need to do better than that” you said and you noticed he wasn’t looking at you at all.

Knowing what you had to do you stepped forward until he was pressed against the wall and smiled at him.

“What Morgan, you afraid to hurt me, come on show me what you’ve got. Or should I call Emily in to rather do a mans job” you sneered at him and felt his hand tighten a little bit, you were on the right track.

“Maybe I should talk to Hotch as well and send you back to your old squad so you can learn to be a proper cop. You know I help my boss with? Picking out the good kids to go out and sell, the be sold like sheep. They mean nothing, it makes them stronger. A little touch here and there does the trick” you said to him, mocking him and you knew it worked as his hand tightened all the way and his other hand joined.

He slammed you back into the wall and wrapped his hand tightly around your throat. “Shut up, you know nothing” he hissed at you and you saw something in his eyes. You needed something done and you felt bad for what you said next but you knew it had to look real for your boss.

“What don’t tell me you were touched and it’s still in that brain of yours. Come on morgan it means nothing, you mean nothing” you said out loud as much as you could with straining against his hold on your neck. You saw the rage in his eyes and felt the rush of air as he moved you and slammed your head against the table.

You felt a sting on your head and you knew you got what you wanted.

“Morgan enough” Hotch’s voice boomed behind both of you and you laid still as you saw morgan storm out,

“You know I only said it to get him angry” you explained to hotch and stood up to look at him. He nodded, not seeming happy that you could get under his agents skin so quickly but it was something you specialized in.

You followed hotch to the door and shivered as you stepped into the icy cold night.

You knew you couldn’t call a cab as everything was still in your car and decided to walk the few blocks to one of the ring bosses house to explain.

As you walked you heard a car screech behind you before a bag was over your head and you were pulled into the car.

You knew your boss had sent someone to get you and you hoped for the best as the car came to a stand still.

Being pulled out roughly you were shoved into a door and fell to your knees with a hiss.

“Laura, Laura, Laura please explain to me how you got picked up by the FBI nonetheless” the voice said and you recognized your bosses voice.

“I don’t know what happened, someone must have talked. One of the new clients must have slipped up” you said and squinted as the bag was pulled off of your head.

Your boss looked over you clearly noticing the bruises. “And what did you tell the FBI for them to let you go?” you boss asked and you shook your head.

“I didn’t tell them anything, they tried to rough me up but I never spoke up. I have just as much to lose as you do” you said and looked up at him hoping he believed you.

“You see Laura I don’t believe you. Things aren’t adding up for me and it all makes sense now. The stock that are no good, you always take care off. Dispose of them, but no bodies have ever showed up, missing posters of those said stock went off the grid. As if they were returned home” he said and you knew he was onto you.

“I can take you to the dump site if you wish” you said challenging him but he smiled at you.

“Bring her in…” he shouted and you saw two of his men walk to the side and drag a female in front of you.

“Lisa please repeat what you told me” your boss said and you looked at Lisa in front of you as the bag was pulled off of her head.

She had fresh bruises all over her and it took everything inside of you to not flinch.

“She said if I follow what she tells me I can go home. I mustn’t fight back and just accept my fate as then the men won’t want me and I can go home” Lisa sobbed out as she explained everything you told her before.

“You see Laura, I believe her” you boss said and you saw him walk up and point a gun to her head before the shot went off.

You screamed and started crying as you saw the blood run out of her and envelop her fallen body like a halo.

The sobs wracked your body as you cried, Lisa was someone you cared about a lot as she looked just like your little sister.

“I guess I have my answer” your boss said with a wicked smile and you knew you were going to be killed next.

“Congratulations Laura you just dropped to the bottom of the pit. Have her prepared with the rest, an agent will go for a lot of money on the market” he said and you knew that fate was worse than being killed.

It’s been three days since you were locked up in one of the cages, only getting water now and then and dry stale bread as a food supply.

Now and then your boss would come in and throw you around, taking his anger out on you. You thanked whatever god was above that it never went further than the beatings.

“Time to go” a voice called out and pulled you from your cage, you tried fighting back but a swift kick to you already bruised ribs made you gasp and curl into a ball.

You were pulled up by your hair and the ropes around your hands were tightened as you were shoved forward.

You were pulled into a big warehouse and only then did you realize the latest shipment already came as there were different children posed and up for bidding to be sold.

You were led to the far back and tied to a pole before your boss stepped up and smirked at you.

“Time to make me money, it should make up for everything you put me through” he said and flipped a knife open to cut your shirt and pants from you. Only leaving you in your underwear.

“Ouch that looks painful” he said and proceeded to punch you on your side that was littered with purple and green bruises.

You felt the snap an also heard it as your rib gave in from the strain and snapped inside of you. You were surprized that your rib only broke now.

The lights were dimmed and you felt like it was harder and harder to breathe. You knew what was coming and didn’t even flinch when a crash sounded and chaos ensued.

People were running and shouting as you heard voices all around you “FBI stop” was shouted all around you but you couldn’t focus as everything felt numb to you.

“She’s here” you heard a voice shout and felt your hands being cut free as you fell into a pair of arms.

“We need a medic” the voice above you shouted and you felt a hand press to your cheek.

“Hey come on  look at me, open those pretty eyes of yours” the voice said and you blinked your eyes open and saw the beautiful dark eyes looking down at you.

“There we go, now keep those eyes on me” he said and you smirked but grimaced as it pulled your split lip open again.

Everything started going blurry and you grabbed his hand “Get the kids out…” you whispered and begged him with your eyes.

“We got them, don’t you worry” he said and you nodded as you passed out.

Your head was pounding as you opened your eyes to the bright light and the beeping next to you didn’t help.

“shut up” you groaned at the beeping and heard a chair scrape against the floor.

“Doctor she’s awake” a voice shouted and you pulled your hand up to cradle your head.

“ow stop shouting” you said and flinched at the sound of your own voice, it sounded hoarse and terrible.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ll keep it down” a voice said and you looked to your side and saw Morgan smiling down at you.

“Hey you came for me” you said with a smile, no doubt being high from the pain killers as you didn’t smile often.

“Yeah I went outside to cool off and I saw you walking on the sidewalk and then get pulled into a car, I knew nothing good could have come from it. So me and my team worked hard to try and decipher all  your notices and clues to figure out where they were selling. And after you didn’t check in for a day we knew something was up” Morgan explained and you nodded thankful that he saw what happened.

“Thank you morgan” you whispered and took his hand in your own. “and I'm sorry for everything I said, but I needed you to be angry” you explained and morgan squeezed your hand.

“Don’t worry sweetheart I know, and call me Derek” he said and you smiled up at him and nodded.

“Take me on a date first before we get to pet names” you said and watched as he laughed at you and nodded himself.

“As soon as you are healed up, I’ll organize a date” Morgan said and you laid back down happy that things ended up okay.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for using racism to get away from the dude crushing on me?

This happened last year, but my friend group still tells me it was a messed up thing to do and part of me agrees with them, while the other part doesn’t know what else I could have done.

I (F17, white) have always been the quiet, weird, fat girl in school. I have never dated, even though people would regularly ask me out as a dare, or do the whole “my friend has a crush on you” thing to embarrass their friends. I got used to the idea that no one would ever really wanna date me, at least not in high school, and that anyone who asked me out was trying to trick me. But that was fine, I’m content with the friends I’ve made of my fellow social rejects and weirdos.

Last year a guy (black, M17 at the time) joined our friend group and started coming to anime club with us. He was quiet and weird, but then again we all were, so I was nice to him and assumed he’d open up when he was comfortable. And he did start opening up, but I went from thinking he was just shy to having a weird feeling about him. Like, no guys have ever been into me enough for me to develop a creep meter, but when I described the feeling I got when he would just quietly stare at me from across the room to my female friends they said “girl, that’s your creep meter going off”.

He would just silently stare at me for hours, if no one interrupted him. At my chest, my feet, and my crotch specifically. One day he told me he was in love with me. Not liked me, not had a crush on me, he was in love with me. And he wanted my phone number. Of course I was uncomfortable, and didn’t believe for a second he really liked me. No one likes me. They just pretend to because it’s funny. I politely told him I was only interested in being friends, and he just said “ok” and asked for my phone number again. I gave it to him because I didn’t know how to politely say no to that, and asked him to wait till the weekend to text me because my dad doesn’t like me texting on school nights (a lie, I just wanted to mentally prepare myself for texting with him). He said ok.

I was still riding the bus home when he started blowing up my phone with texts. Nothing heinous, just telling me I was pretty and asking about school and anime. I ignored him, and he started calling instead. I had to turn my phone off because I was starting to panic after 20 texts and 7 calls.

The next day a couple of my friends asked why I didn’t text them back and I told them I had to turn my phone off because he didn’t listen when I asked him to wait before contacting me, and they told me some disturbing rumors about him. That he has a fetish for fat girls. That he’s on probation for stalking and harassment. That he had to leave his last school because a girl got a restraining order. That I’m not the first girl he’s done this to at our school either. I followed up on that last one and got confirmation there: two other girls in my school told me he had come on to them too, and only because they were fat. I immediately blocked his number and stopped going to anime club and avoided him in the halls.

But even with me going out of my way to not see him he would still pop up. He would be waiting outside my classroom to talk to me. He would sit with me at lunch. He even got transferred to my chorus class (I have no way of confirming if he did that on purpose or not). He kept asking why I wasn’t texting him back or answering his calls, (because I had blocked him), I said I’m just shy talking on the phone. He asked why I took a different route to class everyday (because I was trying to avoid him), I just said I liked exploring the school.

I tried asking him, politely, to tone his behavior down some because he was scaring me. Nothing changed. I flat out reminded him I already said I wasn’t interested in him. Nothing changed. I told him truthfully that I wasn’t getting his dozens of calls and messages because it was too much and I blocked his number, and he started texting me from a different number instead. I told a teacher and he said he just wanted to be my friend. I told the guidance counselor and she said she would talk to him, but he didn’t stop.

So finally one day, at the end of my rope, I told him I told my racist dad he was harassing me. That’s all. That my dad was racist, and would never accept me dating a black boy, and that I told my dad he wouldn’t leave me alone. He immediately backed off and, as far as I know, moved on to another girl.

Most of my friends were there to watch him hang around me like a lost puppy and stare at me inappropriately, so they don’t blame me for wanting to get away from him. But they also say it was a dick move to bring racism into it. I think they may be right, but I sincerely couldn’t think of any other way to get rid of him myself. AITA?

What are these acronyms?