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Anything For The Team ft. Jeon Somi

A/N: I'm writing this to fill in the gap between Mistaken Identity and the upcoming Field Trip finale, which will likely be a couple of months. It was a suggestion by @xiaoondc in light of Somi's appearance at the Tottenham Hotspurs meet & greet. I personally am in favor of the team because my man Son Heung-min plays for them. So consider this a filler smut for the long waiting period. I was originally meaning for this to be a quickie, like 2-2.5k, but I got a little carried away.

Unfortunately all my readers will have to suspend reality a little bit for two reasons. A, because Premiere League games happen in England, and Somi lives in Korea. B, because she'd likely get arrested for what she does in this one. So let's ignore that little snag and those pesky laws and read on. In addition to that, some parts of this were written without a whole ton of thought behind them, since this was never intended to be a long and drawn-out process.

This one will be a little more detailed and a little more accurate than After-match Entertainment, since I actually know how football works (soccer for all you dirty Americans), so I can actually write more of the game into it. Cheers.

And yes, there will more than likely be a part 2 with the Somi x NBA thing.

-상훈

Length: 6.61k

Possible TW: Spanking, choking, noncon, hate fucking, bondage, forced exhibitionism, degradation

Tags: Flashing warning (but literally), gangbang, spanking, choking, hair pulling, slapping, noncon, hate fucking, bondage, forced exhibitionism, spitroasting, DP, degradation

BRRRRRT

Somi's alarm jolted her out of her sleep instantly, the loud tone sending her heart rate through the roof as it always did when she was awoken from sleep suddenly.

"Whatsit..." She mumbled, picking up her phone and looking at it disdainfully. "Come on, it's too early to get up..."

The alarm note read "Don't forget the game, dumbass" and she immediately flew out of bed, suddenly more energized. There was a Tottenham Hotspurs vs. Aston Villa game happening that she had tickets to, and she didn't want to be late.

After speedily getting dressed and doing the quick essentials of her makeup, she went out to the kitchen to grab something to eat before she left. After bolting down her halfassed breakfast she hopped in her car and left, excited to see the Spurs playing in person.

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She arrived at the stadium a few miles dow the road later and had to stop and take in the size of the place; it had to be at least 150 feet tall and probably 400 feet long, a truly massive building.

She had her ticket scanned and headed up to her seat, which was located in a private box in the grandstands. She didn't like being in the crowd because she had sensitive ears and all the screaming made her head spin. So she preferred to be by herself. There was still a good fifteen minutes before the game started, and in about ten the players would be lining up on the pitch.

She talked a little to her best friend Eunbin, who unfortunately hadn't been able to make it, before the players were lined up on the pitch and she had to leave the call to see the action. Five minutes before the game, the team captains were to come to the sidelines for the coin flip to decide who got the kick off. As Son Heung-min, who she'd had a crush on for all of her teenage years and still thought was extremely hot, came jogging over to where the referee was, she couldn't help but mentally note the sculpted facial features, the lean and fit body beneath the tight jersey.

"Damn, he's so fine," she murmured to herself, imagination already jumping to filthy thoughts of what she'd let him do to her. Hell, for that guy? She'd do anything. Her mind showed her images of him choking her until she couldn't breathe, spanking her ass until it's red, pulling her hair, fucking her so nice and deep, ohh god yes...

The coin flip was completed and Tottenham got the kick off, so Son and Richarlison were the two who ran to the center of the field, waiting for the ref's whistle to start. The rest of the players took their positions around the pitch and waited as well; after a moment, in which the fans kept up their deafening roar, the whistle was blown and the game began.

Richarlison passed it to Son, who made a move forward past Barkley of Aston Villa, who'd tried to block him. Swiftly and expertly, he weaved and dodged his way between all the Aston Villa defenders and made an appreciable shot at the goal, but it was caught by Martinez, the goalkeeper. The Spurs fans let out a terrible groan, but it did nothing to dissuade the vigor of the team's players. Ignoring the missed goal, they waited for Martinez to throw it back into play.

—————————————————————————————————— A/N: Now, there's a reason I'm not a sports journalist, trying to write out what's usually a mostly uneventful 90 minutes isn't something I want to do here. Xiaoondc and I have planned to make that 90 minutes far more interesting, but for time's sake I'm going to skip around in the game so we're not all here reading a play-by-play of an imaginary game. So for the moment, let's say that it's the 77th minute, and Tottenham are tied with Aston Villa at 2-2. ——————————————————————————————————

It was beginning to look, to Somi, as if the Hotspurs might not win this one. Son, Johnson, and Solanke had been making some spectacular attempts, Son having scored twice, but Martinez's keeping was superb today. Likewise, Aston Villa's forwards had been putting forth a valiant effort against Vicario, but he had held strong and only conceded two goals.

There were only thirteen minutes left in the game, which meant someone needed to score for Tottenham. The trouble was, they were starting to lose focus and Aston Villa was taking advantage of that. If only there were something she could do about it, Somi thought.

And then, it clicked.

There was something she could do. It was risky, risky as hell, but in her mind entirely worth it. After all, she was in a private booth which would, logically, only be visible to people on the field, and...the entire other half of the stadium. The thought, depraved as it was, send shivers running through her and made her pussy wet. But amidst her thought, she saw Son get the ball and make a run down the outer left corner, and the Aston Villa defenders were closing on him...

The want to do it overtook her and with a deep breath, she mustered up her courage and pulled her shirt up, exposing the naked breasts of Jeon Somi to about 20,000 people.

Her mind, having been silent, was not screaming at her to cover herself up, sending the humiliation chemicals to her amygdala. But in the humiliation and risk, she found a thrill that suddenly had her practically panting with lust. With bated breath she waited, her own shirt covering her eyes, and she heard the Aston Villa fans across the pitch groan and then cheer. Confused, she lowered her shirt to watch the replay of whatever happened on the big screen on the other side. The eyes of Nedeljković, an Aston Villa defender who'd been about to steal the ball from Son, slid up to what was obviously her box and he slowed hugely, letting Son through with the ball with an expression of rapturous lust. Son made a great shot, but it was again blocked by Martinez, hence the cheers. Somi looked down at Nedeljković, whose teammates were throwing their hands up in real time, not knowing what he'd seen.

Confidence in her tactic increasing in light of her small victory, she retreated from the window and waited. She'd distracted Nedeljković for the second Son needed to get through, and if he could put the ball into the goal past Martinez, that would almost certainly guarantee the Spurs' win. Approaching the 82nd minute, both teams seemed to be getting more desperate. They started to get rougher, more agitated, and Villa came close to scoring twice. But then Somi's moment arrived, and Richarlison got the ball and sent it down the outside right. Taking another, deeper breath, she slid her pants and panties down her legs and propped herself up on the handrail guarding the window, sticking her ass out towards the crowd. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that the defenders were too focused on keeping him out to look up at her (for all intents and purposes let's say she's in a private box near their end of the field), but she saw Richarlison give a split-second glance at her, and whether it was due to her or not, he suddenly ran faster, and making it past the defenders, slammed his foot into the ball and sent it speeding towards the goal's unprotected left side.

But Martinez was too quick. He sprang to the side and swung his right foot into the ball to counter. It soared across the pitch to the waiting feet of a Tottenham midfielder, who was immediately swarmed by opponents and teammates.

Somi quickly stripped, tossing her clothes aside. Approaching the window again, she was acutely aware of phones being turned to her, fingers pointing, eyes drinking in her naked body through the glass, making her blush even harder.

What the hell am I thinking? She thought, heart pounding as she stood naked before the eyes of thousands. What if I get caught? What if they put me on the news?

But she couldn't lie to herself. If she was to be honest, she knew that she wanted to be caught, she wanted to have everyone know Somi as the slut who flashed tens of thousands of people just to help her team win. And most of all, she wanted Son to see her and know it was her.

The 89th minute. Richarlison came into possession again and took it down the same way as last time, but something was different. Son was running parallel to him up the middle-left side, and Somi knew what was about to happen. In a last ditch-effort, she swung her legs over the rail, propped herself up on it, and spread her legs wide, pushing her feet against the walls on either side for balance.

Somewhere amidst the immediate shame and embarrassment she felt, she registered the sound of the entire opposite side of the pitch collectively gasping and saying "woah". Looking down, she saw the Villa defenders get distracted by the sound and throw questioning glances around, until they spotted her. Mouths dropping open in shock, the lost their concentration and let Richarlison through. It worked! she thought, but instead of shooting for the goal, he sent it to the center, chipping it up over the heads of the starstruck Villa defenders. Son, perfectly positioned, jumped into the air, leaned back, and kicked the ball directly into the top-right corner of the goal, and landed the flip on his feet.

The stadium exploded, the yells of the players entirely drowned out by the roar of the crowd, and the ref's whistle blew three times to signify the end of the match. Son, yelling "YES!" with the rest of his teammates, was borne onto their shoulders. Jumping up and down with elation while the Villa players shook their heads and beat the air with their fists, they made their way over to the sideline, where they all hugged each other and beat Son on the back.

His eyes traveled up the grandstands to her box. She blushed furiously and nearly fell off her perch as she saw his gaze linger on her body before he smiled and nodded a silent thanks to her. Ready to swoon, she got off the rail and got dressed again, silently jubilant that her tactic had worked and, more importantly, Son had noticed her. And looked at her. While she was naked.

The mere thought was enough to make her exultation die down and replace it with pure lust. Undoubtedly there would be a lot of posts about what she'd just done, and a lot of speculation about whether or not it was her. A hot media debate that wouldn't die down for a long time.

Leaving the stadium, she was almost immediately spotted and pointed out by reporters. She realized she'd forgotten to put her mask back on, but she wasn't opposed to an interview.

The nearest one approached her with a cameraman.

"Miss Jeon, would you be so kind as to spare us a moment of your time?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Somi nodded. "Sure. And please, just call me Somi."

"Alright Miss Somi, who are you here to support today?" The mic was held up to her mouth once more.

"Tottenham."

"How do you feel about the game's results?"

"I'm quite happy with how the game ended, and I'm proud of my team for their incredible win."

"Miss Somi, there have been speculations that you were involved in something that has now gone viral, recognize this?"

Somi's cheeks blazed red as the reporter held up her phone, showing a blurred-out video of Somi's own body being flashed to the crowd.

"I-I beg your pardon?"

"Some attenders of the game have been saying online that it was you who was in the video, are they correct?" The reporter's eyes bored into hers.

"I'm a very avid supporter of the Spurs, but suggesting I was involved in any public indecency is quite ludicrous."

She didn't directly deny it, either.

"So it wasn't you?"

"I was simply passionately supporting my team, any rumors of my involvement in public nudity are pure conjecture."

Her avoidance of a definitive answer definitely did not go unnoticed by the reporter, whose eyes narrowed before she concluded the short interview.

"Thank you for your time, Miss Somi."

Grinning to herself, Somi fished her mask out of her pocket and slipped it on before heading back to her car, feeling immense satisfaction in today's events.

...

Late that afternoon, her phone started ringing and she picked it up to see an unknown number calling. The Caller ID was someone named Ange Postecoglou.

"Hello?" She said, accepting the call.

"Good evening, this is Ange Postecoglou, team manager of the Tottenham Hotspurs. To whom am I speaking?"

"Jeon Somi," Somi said, ear-to-ear grin returning to her face. "How can I help you?"

"You're by yourself, I presume?"

"Yes, what is it?"

He lowered his voice. "It was you, wasn't it?"

Somi didn't even need to ask what he was talking about.

"Yes, it was." Her smile widened.

"Well, I'd like to offer you my sincerest thanks for your...erm...assistance today. If not for you, I fear we would have lost."

"Ah, well," Somi said, sitting down on her bed and dangling her feet over the edge, "I just did what I could for my team."

"We'd like to offer you an exclusive opportunity to meet the team."

Somi paused the swinging of her feet, surprised and immediately overtaken with excitement.

"Really?!" She half-shouted, then blushed at her own reaction. "I mean, really?"

"Really." She could hear the amusement in his tone. "They'd like to, uh...thank you personally."

His double meaning was not missed.

"When and where do I go?"

"A black limousine will be outside the Lotte World Mall at 6:30 pm sharp."

"Thanks, I'll be there."

After hanging up, she reverse checked the number and everything checked out, so, nerves jingling with anticipation, she waited the remaining hour and then got ready.

Having more time to prep herself for an outing this time, she selected her favorite and most revealing lacy black bra with matching panties. A short, ruffled black miniskirt and a skimpy red long sleeve crop top were her choices for outerwear.

(Yes, I know the outfit's not the same.)

Adding something a little hotter to her already done makeup from earlier and adding a subtle hint of her sexiest perfume, she gave herself the final touches to make herself as alluring as possible. And so, having prepared, she set out for the mall, which wasn't a far drive. She arrived at 6:27, parked her car near the mall, and waited outside it.

Only a minute later, a black limo with tinted windows and silver lining on them pulled up next to the curb, driver's side facing the sidewalk.

"Miss Somi?" The driver rolled down the window.

"That's me."

"Hop in."

She opened the back door of the limo and got in, immediately surprised by the quality of the interior. Beige leather seats, soft carpet padding, a massive moonroof spanning the entire ceiling of the car, several drink dispensers opposite the seats, a wine rack in the same place, and LED strip lights lining the entire thing. It was one of the nicest limos she'd ever been in, and after sitting down and giving the window separating her and the driver two taps to get him going, she quickly made use of the large bottle of whiskey sitting opposite her. Couldn't hurt to be a little tipsy meeting them.

A few minutes later the limo pulled to a stop in front of a massive building that she could only assume was the Spur's training facility. The driver disembarked and opened her door for her, then led her in through the front doors of the facility, then through a few hallways and a set of double doors. The doors led her back outside to a football pitch, where six of the eleven players who'd participated in the game were lined up on the opposite side. Son, Richarlison, Solanke, Johnson, Moore, and Lankshear, Son in the lead.

The driver left them and Somi, heart pounding with excitement and lust, approached the eleven.

"Mannaseo bangapseumnida, Somi-ssi." Son said, bowing respectfully.

Somi returned the bow. "Machangajilo, oppa."

Inwardly, as she greeted all the others, she found it a little ironic to be addressing each other so politely when they were most likely going to be fucking her senseless momentarily. Their eyes roved over her body, which was barely concealed by her outfit and left almost nothing to the imagination. They seemed hesitant, unsure of her allowance. She reached up to the hem of her crop top and stripped it off, revealing the scanty, lacy bra underneath. Immediately they seemed to become more confident, now that she'd shown them that she had no reservations. They closed in on her, hands feeling up her torso and sliding under her skirt. She bit her lip as their hands explored her body, feeling her arousal increase. She was quickly surrounded, various hands tugging at her skirt until it slid down her thighs, pooling at her feet.

"Mm, like what you see, boys?"

The only response she got was a powerful slap to her ass, which made her moan. Her slick was practically spilling down her thighs, a situation that did not go unnoticed by the team. Various filthy utterances filled her ears, the hands now roughly fingering her pussy making her gasp, pant and moan like she was in heat.

"Fuck, I want it so bad..." She bucked her hips into the hands, feeling her bra being unclasped and her breasts being freed. Hands slid over them as well, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She sank to her knees, grasping and feeling up the rock-hard cocks in their shorts. They wasted no time in ridding themselves of the shorts, revealing 6 throbbing shafts waiting to be sucked dry.

Somi eagerly jammed the first one into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth passionately. She raised her hands to jerk off two more as more spanks rained down on her ass from behind her. Each slap send a thrill of pleasure-pain through her, and she relished in the sensation as much as she could while going down Solanke. He gathered her hair into a loose ponytail and pulled her head into his crotch. Pumping his hips into her face, driving his cock deeper into her throat, he made her gag and choke on the saliva she inhaled.

"Yes!" She cried as he let her take a breath, pussy throbbing with need. "Fuck my mouth harder daddy!"

He thrust back into her mouth, her eyes rolling back as her throat was bulged. She moaned the fingers getting more daring with each passing second. Her breath hitched at the sensation of three fingers being pushed into her tunnel, her g-spot being ferociously fingered. Pleasure flooded her nerve endings, and her moans increased in volume, in desperation. The thrusts to her face got harder, faster, and she knew he was about to cum.

When a thumb pressed against her clit and circled roughly, she lost it.

Her orgasmic scream was muffled by the thick meat in her throat and Solanke's groan as he shot ropes of cum down her throat. She struggled to draw in oxygen past both blockages, and he pulled out to allow her to breathe.

She gasped in a breath and panted, letting herself fall back to the support of her arms. A large wet spot on the grass made it muddy where she sat, and before long they pulled her onto her knees.

"Please," she murmured as more fingers delved into her hypersensitive slit, the brutal thrusts putting her on edge again. "Please, I want your cocks so bad...please, daddy..."

A pair of powerful arms lifted her into the air, and from a glance over her shoulder she gathered that those powerful arms belonged to none other than Son Heung-min, who'd shed his shirt and shorts. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, making her eyes and mouth widen in pure shock and pleasure at the sheer size.

"Please, daddy," she moaned, feeling her hands being cuffed behind her back, "please fuck me! Fuck me so hard I scream and cum on your fucking monster, make me squirt for you, please!"

At this point Somi was shut up by the tip of Lankshear's pressing against her lips, which she opened obediently. Simultaneously, both of them pushed their hips forward, a lot of inches being pushed into both sides of her. She cried out into it, pussy being blissfully stretched out. She felt every inch, every centimeter, every throbbing vein and ridge.

And then they started moving from either side, the sound of skin slapping into skin echoing around the pitch. Her muffled moans, their groans, and the lewd schlicks of both his cock pumping in and out of her slick hole and the other four stroking themselves to the sight.

She closed her eyes and bobbed her head in time with his thrusts, trying to distract herself from or stave off the impending orgasm, but it was pointless. The way the veins on Son's shaft grated against her g-spot felt too good. Her moans turned to cries, which turned quickly to shrieks as the waves of pleasure tore through her, obliterating her mind momentarily. Lankshear pulled out momentarily to allow her to release the wail of pleasure that had built up in her lungs. Eyes rolling back, the sensation wracked her body and she squirted hard, drenching the group and Son's thighs with cum. She couldn't signal to Lankshear that she wanted his cock back in her mouth, so she rolled her eyes back, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue to entice him. He took advantage of her tongue being out to achieve deeper penetration in her throat, meanwhile Son kept determinedly pumping away at her pussy. She could tell both of them were nearing orgasm; the telltale moans and "fuck yeah"s didn't do much to hide it.

Lankshear gave out with a groan and buried himself in her throat, choking her and spewing his cum deep down her gullet, delivering a hard slap to her face that only got her going more.

Free from the member bulging her throat, Somi could now fully vocalize the pure bliss she was feeling. Son pulled her upright so they were facing each other, and she felt the steel-solid cords of muscle flexing to hold her up.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes right there daddy!" She cried. "Oh my god, yes, right there, you're so big, I'm gonna cum again! You're fucking me so deep, I love it, yes!"

What took her by surprise was Bissouma coming up behind her and taking advantage of her ass cheeks being spread.

"God, that's so deep!" She groaned, three quarters of the big dick in her ass in one stroke.

Son took one hand off her ass and slapped it, earning a yelp from her and more natural lubricant down below. Both fucked her harder and faster, spanking her more, pushing her closer to her third orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes, more, please!" He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and pinching with his teeth, and she threw her head back, humping into his thrusts desperately. "Ohh fuck yes daddy, please pound me harder, it feels so fucking good, yes! I'm cumming!"

"Jenjang, nado keuraeyo!" Son groaned, keeping up his pace. (Fuck, me too!)

He slammed her down onto his cock while jerking his hips up into her, reaching new depths inside her and firmly pushing into her cervix and causing her third orgasm.

"FUCK!" She saw stars as the pure sensation making fireworks explode in her brain. The orgasm ripped through her body like a gunshot, her nerves on fire with pleasure as she rode it out. She then registered their hot cum spurting into her womb and bowels, the surges of warmth triggering a fourth, mind-shattering orgasm. An overstimulated, moaning sob left her, tears welling in her eyes from the intensity of the feeling. Son gave her supple cheeks one more spank before putting her down none too gently.

She lay still on the ground, chest heaving, covered in sweat. The mud she'd created smudged on her ass and back, having turned cool in the absence of her body heat. Her brain had checked out; there was no comprehensible thought running through it at all.

They allowed her a couple of minutes of recovery time, and when she noticed them approaching she sat up, biting her lip with half lidded eyes. She got on all fours and wiggled her ass, smirking up at them.

"Ready for round two...daddies?"

...

She left the compound with her holes fucked wide open, cum leaking out of every single one, and a fair amount still on her face. She'd decided to keep it there a little while for some selfies.

"I trust you had fun?" Her driver asked once she got back in the limo.

"I did. Back to the mall, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

After the quick drive back to the mall and the selfies she had wanted to take, she thanked the chauffeur and stepped inside the mall to wash off her face. Deciding to go for a little walk over the Jamsil Bridge in the cool night air, she started the entirely deserted footpath.

She was about two third of the way through the bridge when a group of men - very muscular men, Somi noted - entered the footpath from the opposite side. As they drew nearer, she recognized one of them. Then two, then three. Then all five of them.

"No way..." she muttered, stopping dead in her tracks as she recognized five of the Aston Villa players, Nedeljković in the lead. And none of them looked happy to see her.

"Well, well, well..." Nedeljković said, tone low and menacing. "Look what we have here."

"If it isn't Jeon Somi," said Torres, voice laced with anger, gesturing for the other three to surround her from the back. "The passionate Tottenham supporter."

"And dressed like she's heading to her night shift at the local whorehouse." One of the voices behind her said.

She took a step back from Nedeljković, a feeling of fear rearing its head inside her. Surely they wouldn't beat her up? A five on one? With cars watching?

But the cars weren't watching. The cars were on the uppermost section of the bridge, and the six of them were directly beneath, completely out of sight. The fear intensified.

"What do you say boys?" Nedeljković asked.

She sensed the three behind her closing in as the two in front did the same; panicking, she turned around and tried to push through them, but their arms shot out and held her back. Nedeljković took her by the hair, bicep flexing with the force with which he was holding on, and pulled her head back to look at him.

"We're going to make you pay for what you did, Somi."

"Please," Somi whispered, not even attempting to escape for fear of further abuse. "Don't hurt me...

"Hurt you?" The entire group laughed, and he took her arms and pinned them to the fence wall she was backed against. "God, she's so naive. We're not gonna hurt you, you dumb bitch. Pretty little thing like you, we're gonna pay you back for what you did another way..."

Her eyes widened at the implication and her cheeks flushed red.

"No, please don't!" She struggled a little bit, to which he put a hand around her neck and pushed lightly. "Please...have mercy..."

Despite how scared she was of them, she couldn't deny that the position he had her in was making her very aroused. Being helpless like this, it turned her on to the point where she was literally trembling, cheeks flushed red and pussy wet again.

"Look at this, lads!" He said, grip tightening on her neck. "We haven't even done anything and this slut is already panting like a bitch in heat!"

His hand left her neck and trailed its way down her body, caressing her breasts, down her abs, and up her skirt, pushing a couple of fingers into her past the panties.

"Mmm~" She purred, biting her lip at the sensation and the fact that she was completely helpless to whatever he wanted to do.

"Yeah, you like that, you little whore?"

"Yes~" She bucked her hips into his fingers, gasping, her eyebrows arching upwards as he roughly palmed her clit and rubbed her g-spot. "Oh fuck - oh my god yes - just like that~"

He slapped her face hard, making her gasp again, and kept fingering her.

"When I ask you a question, you address me properly, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!" She rolled her hips into his hand desperately, already on edge from his skilled touch. "Oh, please, sir, keep going, make me cum!"

She moaned desperately, needily, begging for release, but his fingers disappeared at the last second.

"No, please!" She squeezed around pure air, whimpering at the absence of the fingers.

"Shut up." Another slap landed on her face. "I said we're giving you some payback, not rewarding you."

He turned her around, and she felt leather cuffs being secured into place on her wrists behind her back. The next second, three fingers had been shoved into her pussy again, making her cry out.

"Fuck, that's it...ooh yess sir please keep going, just like that..."

"Shut the fuck up and take it." He smacked her ass.

"Yes, sir," she gasped, wiggling it as his fingers moved in and out of her.

"Oh my god yes, I'm cumming, fuck!"

But he pulled the fingers out at the last second, denying her the orgasm again.

"Fuck you!" She cried in frustration, an involuntary whine leaving her mouth again.

Quick as lightning, he darted around to where her face was and roughly grabbed her by the jaw, making her look at him.

"What did you just say to me?"

"Nothing!" She immediately became small and submissive again, made nervous by his aggression. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it."

He sat down on the ledge and pulled her over his lap, lifting her skirt up over the swell of her hips.

"Now, you're going to learn what happens to bad little whores when they misbehave and talk back their owners.

He bent her over his knee and put his right leg over the backs of her knees, effectively trapping her, and started viciously spanking her over her panties, which did nothing to protect her ass from the relentless assault.

"Ow! Fuck! Sir, please, it hurts!"

"Of course it does, you dumbass whore!"

Tears sprang to her eyes at the continued abuse of her pinkened cheeks, and she struggled a bit, which only earned her harder smacks.

"I'm sorry, sir!"

"You better be fucking sorry!" He continued, heedless of her words.

And yet, in the pain of his powerful spanks, she felt her arousal spike. She arched her back into it, suddenly craving more punishment, more humiliation. She was totally, hopelessly turned on by the position she found herself in.

"Harder!" She begged. "Please, sir, punish me harder!"

"You hearing this slut?" He muttered to the rest of the team. "Begging for more punishment. Just a masochistic little pain slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir!" Her own submission driving her crazy with lust, she kept arching her back, wiggling her hips. He increased the force of the spanks, making her moan louder, and when he added the fingers back, she fell apart.

She barely recognized the voice that screamed out of her throat; it sounded most unlike her: high-pitched, desperate, needy. And in her body, among the orgasmic eruption inside, she recognized another feeling: Hunger. She wanted them, she wanted them a lot.

"P-please," she whimpered, her entire body hot and shaking, "please give me your dick, s-sir..."

"You hear that, lads? She wants our dicks."

"Please, sir," she almost whispered, eyes half-lidded, "I want it so bad..."

He positioned himself behind her and pushed into her, groaning at the tightness. He ripped off her panties, reached forward, and pushed them into her mouth; she could taste her own arousal and it only made her hornier.

"Fuck me...fuck me hard, sir, I need it..."

Fast, hard, brutal strokes were what she got in return. The sheer force of each thrust pushed her forward and made her ass and breasts jiggle. Though muffled by her panty gag, her cries could easily be heard by all.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, just like that, fuck me just like that sir! Ohh god it's so good, so deep inside me!"

He stopped momentarily, laid down under her so she was on top, and then resumed. A second cock pressed against her asshole and entered, making her double over, not expecting the sudden penetration. One of Nedeljković's hands reached up and grasped her throat and she bit her lip in arousal.

"Now, tell me Somi, are you ever going to do something like that to fuck up our game again?"

She shook her head, earning her a slap, which intensified her lust.

"Say it properly."

"No, sir," she moaned, "I won't, sir..."

"Good girl." She shivered. "You kept us from winning by doing that."

"Well, maybe if you'd – ohh fuck~...played better, you wouldn't have lost." She was playing with fire and she knew it, but it was worth seeing the surprised and angry look on his face. His hand closed on her face, pulling it close to his.

"You better watch what you say to me, slut."

"Get better at football."

He slapped her, grabbed her hips and started slamming his into them. Her moans turned to screams, her entire lower region being overridden by the sharp increase in pleasure.

"F-fuck, that's t-too much!" She cried, involuntarily bucking her hips, her body betraying her words. "S-so good!"

He ignored her and , keeping the impacts in time with his thrusts.

"Care to take that back?"

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it!" She was going to cum again and she knew it, and there was nothing she could or wanted to do about it. She reveled in the harsh treatment, in the submission they required from her, that she so willingly gave. The throbbing in her asshole intensified, and another torrent of warmth shortly followed a groan, leaving Nedeljković as the last one in the game.

"Do you wanna cum?"

"Yes, sir, please, make me squirt for you!"

"If that's the best you can do then I don't think you want to cum. You'll have to beg me."

He slid himself out from under her and stood, his cock resting on her face as she knelt and looked up at him.

"Please, sir, please let me cum, I want to cum so bad! I want to squirt on your big dick, I need you to fuck me and make me cum again, please~"

"Oh, you need me to? Well, if you insist..."

He pushed her down onto all fours and knelt behind her, slapping her ass before entering her again in a single, well-lubricated stroke.

"Oh god yes," she groaned, feeling him push down on her head, ensuring she was under his control. "So fucking big..."

"Keep your pretty head down, Somi," he growled in her ear, his voice making her shiver with arousal.

"Yes, sir," she moaned breathlessly, trying to buck up into him to impale herself deeper. Her shouts and his grunts reverberated around the footpath, and she did nothing to stop them. Dimly, she recognized the feeling of the cuffs being taken off her, and she pushed herself up with trembling arms.

"Oh yes, fuck my little pussy harder!" He reached around, pressed his index and middle fingers to her clit, and rubbed hard, sharply spiking her pleasure. "Ngghh fuck yes! So deep, yes, yes, please don't stop! I'm cumming!"

His fist closed on her hair again, the vicelike grip unyielding. It took only a few moments before she herself closed like a vice on his cock, and she gave a wild yell as a stream of cum sprayed out of her. He grunted, breathing out heavily in an almost-groan as his own cum spurted deep into her.

"Oh god...oh fuck..." She breathed like she'd been running for miles, and her arms folded under the weight of her own upper body.

"God damn..." Nedeljković commented, getting dressed again, "Much as I hate this bitch's guts, she is a good fuck. Cuff her to the fence."

Wait, what?! She was woken from her stupor by the feeling of two strong hands lifting her up and dragging her to the fence, directly into the view of traffic. The leather cuffs clicked into place, leaving her sitting on the concrete with her arms above her head, and she was too weak to resist.

The three who hadn't fucked her stepped forward, finally unleashing their loads on her. Thick shots of cum streaked her thighs, abs, breasts, and face, the last few landing in her obediently open mouth. The three quickly got dressed and her brain was immediately awake as hell when they started walking away.

"Wait! I'm still here!"

"Yeah, we know." Nedeljković called over his shoulder. "I wonder how long it'll be before someone finds you?"

"Let me go! Please!"

They ignored her pleas and she settled back down, resigning herself to it. A flash of white caught her eyes, and she looked up just in time to see a phone being stowed back away before the car drove past.

"Great," she muttered to herself, feeling her face grow hot. "Guess it's gonna be a long night."

...

A/N: Yeah, I did just leave her there for all the traffic and walkers to see. Thanks for reading!

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rivals - a. putellas x reader

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summary : real madrid play barcelona and you are the captain of real madrid. you find yourself at a party after the match where you bump into someone you wish you didn’t.

you were standing with your team, giving last minute tips, advice and confidence to each other before you turn and make your way to the officials standing in the middle of the pitch. as you walk over you see the barcelona captain standing next to the officials, watching you walk over with a slight look of disgust.

‘head or tails’ the official asks, turning first to you.

‘heads’ you reply, looking back at putellas, who’s face was full of a lack of emotion.

you watch, keeping your face stern as the coin lands in the hands of the referee.

‘heads it is’

you smile in such a sickly sweet way that the captain turns and walks the other way.

- -

a mess up from the barcelona defence means you’re through on goal. you know that you’re going to score and you easily dribble around the goalkeeper, neatly slotting the ball into the back of the net.

you celebrate in front of the barcelona fans , a finger held up to your mouth.

- -

the half time whistle blows and your goal is the difference. you breathe smoothly whilst glancing at the score board.

you’re walking towards the changing rooms when someone brushes past you in a quick manner.

you lift your eyes up and see putellas about to enter the barcelona dressing room.

‘still no handshake no?’ you say, referring to the way she stormed off after losing the coin toss, watching the captain turn around , her face faltering. this provided you with satisfaction.

- -

you’ve been passed a ball by your teammate and the only way of keeping possession of the ball is to slot the ball through putellas’ legs, which you do with ease, turning around her body and receiving the ball on the other side. you slide in a pass to athenea as and slightly jump as you watch her place the ball in the bottom left.

- -

the crowd is going wild as the full time whistle is blown and real madrid have won the el classico for the first time in years.

chants of ‘hala madrid’ fil the stadium and you circulate the pitch applauding the fans.

you see putellas clapping the barcelona fans and you decide to approach her.

you pat her on the back as you walk around to face her front.

‘keep your legs shut next time chica’ you whisper, patting her on the back of the head like a child.

- -

you shower and make yourself look more approachable before carmona picks you up to drive you to the nearest club for your celebration for the big win.

your hair is let down loose and you have a short black dress on. you couldn’t wait to have some fun for once .

- -

you’re sat in a corner on a table with a few of your teammates , playing a few drinking games and slowly you are losing yourself. you were gaining confidence but you could still think straight.

you pull athenea onto the dance floor , ignoring the terrible music the dj was blasting , until , in the corner of your eye, you see a blonde woman who you recognise all too well.

‘¿Qué carajo están haciendo aquí?’ what the fuck are they doing here. you exclaim, looking at the group of people who have just walked in.

‘ni idea solo ignoralos’ no idea just ignore them. athenea replies, which is awfully easy for her to say as you don’t believe anything lives up to your hatred of barcelona.

- -

you’re several drinks in and you find yourself stood on the dance floor grinding against whoever is behind you. you haven’t felt this good in so long. you felt free of responsibility and you knew this wouldn’t happen again for a while.

you walk over to the bar , not quite stumbling but not quite as gracefully as normal. you request a shot and quickly down it . you turn and are greeted up close by the face of the barcelona captain. you immediately grimace .

‘if you wanted to kiss me you could’ve just asked’ you say , raising an eyebrow. you wait impatiently for putellas to return a snide remark but instead she just hummed.

‘no hay comentarios sarcásticos hoy princesa.’ no snide remark today princess. she replies , along with a smirk.

you look at her slightly dishevelled appearance due to the alcohol. except you look a bit too closely and you start noticing her tight dress which fits around her figure. and your real panic sets in when she brings her hand up to sort her head out at the back and all you can look at it her upper arm muscles.

you can sense her eyes on yours and you tear you eyes away from her biceps and onto her face.

- -

in a flash your lips are on hers and she’s got you up against a wall. your hands roaming through her hair, arching your back as her lips travel down your face to your jaw and down your neck. her hands are travelling up and down your waist so fast that you’re convinced she’s going to pull away due to friction burn. her hand is getting lower and lower but you grab it and drop it down by her side, reminding the pair of you that you are in a club.

‘bonito vestido’ nice dress. she says, tracing her hands up and down you once more.

her tongue is roaming your mouth and you can’t do anything apart from groan at the sensation. eventually, she pulls away and you look at her and process what you’re going to do.

‘uber?’

‘mhm’

- -

you awake in your bed.

however there’s a lot less space for yourself in it due to the footballer scattered across it next to you.

you feel partially like throwing up and partially like throwing yourself out of your bedroom window.

what the fuck have you just done.

is all that’s running through your head.

you tried to search for a reasonable reason as to why you would’ve gone anywhere near the barcelona player. but as you glance down at the girl in your bed and her toned body, you know why.

- -

you’re making breakfast when she comes into the room.

‘and you were telling me to keep my legs close hm?’

‘i fucking hate you’

[scaramouche-bully]

— ☆ Rematch

— Eager to have another opportunity to see Jing Yuan and Igor face off, you easily agree to play as referee for what you believe will be another fight of fists.

Includes: Igor + Jing Yuan

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader Contains: Poly relationships, sweat, voyeurism, rough sex, stomach bulge, crying, begging, unprotected sex, kissing, coming untouched, cumming in pants + alluded Igor x Jing Yuan.

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I finally finished the Wardance event and immediately fell in love with Igor to the point I wrote this in one sitting. It is unfortunate that we may not see him in future events but I hope we can. I'd like to see more Igor and Jing Yuan interactions.

Rumors travel fast on a ship filled with long-life species, what else is there to do when you've had so many years to explore every possible hobby you could find? Naturally, the ever-changing gossip of new developments that can change with a flip of a coin makes everyone a little excited. Whispers behind painted nails, lingering eyes that gaze up and down, and even shy giggles that are poorly hidden behind paper fans. The rumor mill is fast and latches onto anything that could be exploited for entertainment, you would know since it's been your main source of income for a few hundred years. Initially, being a journalist wasn't what you had in mind when you first arrived on the Luofu, but many things in your life suddenly crashed into you and expected you to figure it out. Your boss suddenly decided to cover an entirely different person of interest when the deadline was only a few hours away. The near-death experiences of wandering too deep into places known for its mara-struck monsters roaming about, all for a better picture. Even now, being suddenly asked to play as a referee for the most hyped contestants of the Wardance. An exclusive rematch between the Luofu's ringmaster and the outworlder from Belobog.

Distantly, in the far recesses of your mind which titters on the edge of rationality, are amused that you can finally answer the fan-made question that's been buzzing all over the Luofu.

Igor does fuck like he fights. Hard, fast, and he doesn't pull any punches.

"M-Mister Igor- ah! Slow...down!" you cry out, nails sinking into metal and flesh. You're starting to grow a little crazy, as if the mara decided to strike now even though you're far too young for the disease to form through old age. It's far too hot, Igor runs warmer than anyone given the coldness of his planet, but you're starting to believe that the air is turning fuzzy from the sheer heat radiating off him. It doesn't help that he wants to press himself as close to you as he physically can, the sweat on his body smearing against your skin that you think should feel disgusting, but only makes you burn hotter. You feel like you're melting inside and out, from the tip of your toes up to your brain that's turning dumber and dumber with each passing second.

"Sorry, where I'm from, there's no time for gentle loving. Besides-" Igor punctuates his word with a harsh thrust against your battered hole that sends you squealing, "I don't lose to the same opponent twice."

The declaration awakens another layer into Igor's "fighting spirit", he pulls out until only the tip of his cock is still being clung to by your hole, before burying his cock so deeply you swear you can feel it in the back of your throat. He fucks with all his strength, the loud slapping noises of his skin hitting yours fill the room, almost loud enough that your spectator can't hear any more of your near-hysterical moans. Jing Yuan has the best seat in the house, hovering just above you as he watches Igor bully his cock inside you, a tiny bump in your stomach appearing and disappearing with each thrust. Droplets of sweat trail down Igor's chin until they fall on your fucked-out face. He wonders what it tastes like? His own cock strains against the fabric of his pants at the thought, twitching and weeping pitiful drops of precum but he keeps his hands obediently at his side. It's not his turn yet.

"Ah!! No! I-Igor! Ah- my...you're gonna break me!!" your cries are ignored when Igor leans down to smother your words of mercy. It's almost cute that Igor kisses sweetly, as if he's trying to soothe the tears streaming down your cheeks despite being the cause of them. The coolness of his metal arm sends tiny shivers up your spine as it settles on the arch of your spine, pressing you even closer until you're molded against him. His other hand hitches your thigh onto the curve of his waist, a new angle for him to drive himself deeper. Small little grinds of his cock against your most sensitive spots send shocks through your body before you finally snap, a muffled moan swallowed by Igor as you cum. It doesn't stop the man, only fueling his actions as he pounds into you with utmost desperation, strings of slick being dragged in and out of your hole. Jing Yuan's eyes dim at the sight, his tongue unconsciously running over his lips. His fingers twitch slightly, his resolve and discipline wavering in the face of such temptation. The only reason he doesn't move is the near primal look in Igor's eyes that snap to his, a silent command to wait his goddamn turn.

"Don't cry. You'll like—you'll love this, just toughen it out a bit more," Igor mutters against your ear. His hand has wandered to caress the bulge in your belly, pressing his fingers down against the bump every time it pops up. Igor's hips stutter at the feeling, muscles tensing and twitching as he struggles with his strength to not cause any unwanted pain. It's been a while since he's had the time to indulge in a warm body. Between the matches and his ambition to fight for his home, he hasn't had the time or intention to accept any of the more personal proposals he's been given. There were more important things to be doing, if he needed to vent any frustration, he could be training. So to say he's a bit pent-up is an understatement.

"Fuck- Fuck! Can I come inside?" Igor groans, hands moving to dig into your waist as he physically pushes and pulls you up and down his cock like a ragdoll. You can only give a jumbled slurry of noises that vaguely sounds like a yes before Igor tenses, a low groan as he pumps his cum deeper inside you. The room finally calms down, allowing for a brief respite as Igor gathers his bearings to finally let you go, the sound of your body dropping onto the bed lifeless has him looking up worried.

"Had this been an official match, you would have been disqualified for knocking out the referee," Jing Yuan muses, his head tilting to the side until his white hair covers one of his golden eyes. He's rewarded by Igor's punched-out chuckles, his body still panting as he comes down from his high. Igor slowly maneuvers you more comfortably on the bed, easing your legs down so you don't wake up with a cramp. With great difficulty, because you're so warm, he pulls out with a groan, globs of his cum pooling onto the bedsheets. With one deep inhale, Igor tilts his head up to escape the haze, and with his exhale, golden eyes meet gold.

"You need help with that?" Igor asks as he stares Jing Yuan in the eye. He doesn't need to look down to see the mess in the lieutenant's pants. He knows that despite not being touched and the calm facade, if he were to pull Jing Yuan's pants down he would see the same white cum that's still leaking from your hole.

[residenthughes]

mad at me - jack hughes

pairing: jack hughes x afab reader

word count: 3.5k

tags/warnings: +18 nsfw, so minors dni, smut, unprotected p in v (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), creampie, praise, spitting & choking (nothing crazy, i promise!), use of pet names (my girl, sweetheart, baby, princess, sweetheart), slight degradation (if you squint?)

summary: jack's latest game has tensions running high and feelings left unresolved. lucky for him, you know just the solution.

notes: so...this is happening 😭 this is very much inspired by the devils latest game against the kings where jack got pretty heated 😵‍💫 who doesn't love a bit of angry! jack? 🫣 but yes, as i've mentioned before, i don't usually write smut, so this may not be the best so any tips or comments you guys have to share would be much appreciated! 💗this has been partially edited, so if you see any errors along the way, they'll be fixed soon! as always, thank you for reading and hope you enjoy! much love! <333

It takes a lot for Jack to get mad.

A sequence of events that all come to a boil, a mountain of incidents that snowball into an avalanche of his wrath. He’s so sweet, like sunny Sunday mornings that smell of fluffy pancakes and honey syrup - so, even now, so far into your relationship, you’re aware that moments like these occur. Of course, emotions wear thin like tired socks and you’re no stranger to your own and Jack’s that have seen all shades of the rainbow, but perhaps there’s something in the air, some electricity that changes the wiring of your brain because tonight is so different from the rest. Dissimilar from when you leave Jack be when his big emotions demand their place, unlike how you wrap each other in blankets of comfort when tensions have eased and everything is whole again. Because, again, this is not about you. It’s about Jack and how, as the universe has written it to be, gravity pulls straight towards him.

Things have been good - he’s come back from injury, back to his kingdom on the ice and the Devils have won back to back games - truly unheard of during their current season, beating their last opponent in regulation for the first time since 2009. It’s a big deal - the smile on Jack’s face says so, the satisfaction of his tone indicating so when he’s come back from his away games. So, you want this happiness to continue, because you love him and the happiness he illuminates but at the end of the day, his job is hockey. A coin toss of wins and losses that you’re trying to wrap your head around because you’re biassed and see all the commitment that him and his teammates put in everyday. As a result of this, Thursday happens; a dice roll of events that spiral into chaos.

You’re back home in Jersey, comfortably situated on the couch in the warmth of an ending winter that shows peaks of an upcoming spring. You’ve got popcorn in your lap because you’ve rediscovered how much you love the savoury snack, happily munching away as Jack’s game starts and the adrenaline kicks in. The first period is eventful with many saves that have you clawing at the couch, but then the second period starts and all hell breaks loose. Tensions run high and as level-headed as Jack is, he is not immune to agitation - subjected to a nasty hit into the boards, the opposing player purposely banging his elbow into Jack’s head. You’re about to start yelling at your TV screen like some drunken sailor because Jack’s been injured this season and doesn’t need more time away from what he loves, but Jack decides to get his lick back and you’re automatically silenced. Your jaw drags the length of the floor as you watch him crosscheck the hell out the guy, proceeding to rough the player up before referees interfere. Jack and the guy are arguing back and forth as they’re escorted into their teams’ penalty boxes and you’re just left bewildered, a mess of emotions with wide eyes as your stomach turns.

You watch astounded as Jack flushes in his temporary plastic home, eyes wide at he hurtles comments that leave the opposing player with a sour taste in his mouth. Jack’s shaking his head when he’s gotten what he needs off his chest, wiping away his sweat as his anger grinds to a simmer. Your eyes are glued to the TV, perched on the edge of your seat as your heart beats hard in your bruising chest. The power play continues on but you’re lost in a trance, awaiting Jack’s emergence from the penalty box that can’t come soon enough. Once he’s out, he’s sprinting for the puck and manages to get a breakaway that assures New Jersey a goal, but the loser in the penalty box with him is hot on his heels and Jack misses. He’s fuming once again, ranting to the referee that pays him no mind. Jack skates off, smashing his stick against the glass before he’s back on the bench and completely snaps it in half, a string of profanities leaving his lips. 

You sit there in awe, your grinding teeth sinking into the flesh of your fingers as your brain becomes an all-consuming pile of filth. Your precious boy, who loves his three hour long naps and looks at you like you hang the stars in the sky, the hopeless romantic who pulls out all the stops for you simply because you deserve it and who holds you as if you’re fine china - he’s almost unrecognisable now, wearing his emotions like the number of his jersey as his expression pinches and his azure eyes narrow. A rush of emotions you both experience that make a home in the chaos of your minds that long leave the remnants of their havoc.

The clatter of Jack’s hockey bag echoes from the doorway, bringing you out of the syrupy daze you’ve been submerged in far too long. You leap off the couch as your body carries you towards the front door, electricity rippling down the ridges of your spine as your skin tingles with the unknown. You keep your emotions at bay for the time being, unsure of what state Jack may be in as you creep around the corner and catch an eyeful of his demeanour - blinding annoyance. An exasperated sigh pushes from his chest as he slips off his trusted beanie, the ruffle of his wet curls bouncing as his fingers card through his hair. You gulp.

“Ro?” you test the waters - short and sweet just to gauge his reaction, anticipation hanging in the air. 

“Hey.” he bites, not bothering with looking your way as he shimmies his coat off with more force than necessary. 

You gnaw at your bottom lip, feeling helpless. “I saw the game…”

“The one I almost got fucking injured in?” he chirps, looking at you now with a pointed stare that burns with all the fire in his heart. No longer azure, his eyes singe with an almost midnight hue. “What a shitshow.”

“That was a dangerous hit, that guy’s got whatever’s coming to him,” you’re quick to reply, taking small steps towards Jack who hangs up his coat. “But that doesn’t change the fact that people pay to watch you play.” 

Jack stills in his movements, figure unmoving momentarily before his eyes throw you a lasting glance, the beginnings of a smirk working amongst his roseate features. “So, you heard?”

You blush under the heat of his undivided attention, gaze averted as you fumble with the hem of the hockey jersey on you. “Not necessarily.”

“Then what did you hear, baby?” he queries immediately, shifting so that his body now faces yours, an arm resting against the coat hanger as he sizes you up, unabashed and assertive.

Your stomach flips, the race of your heart undeniable. “You’ve got a mouth on you, so it’s easy to read lips.”

You’re chirping, working under his skin in a way that maintains some form of respect but has all the intentions of riling him up, which manifests into the beast you wish to see. A cocked eyebrow and a ticked jaw, flashes of disbelief flickering on his face. Once more, your emotions bear the weight of an anchor as excitement conjures up the swirl in your stomach, your masquerade crumbling at the seams as your nostrils flare, biting back a shit-eating grin.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he questions with a hint of humour, because he knows you like the back of his hand. You give him no response, preoccupied with suppressing the misplaced giggle that threatens to leave your lips. “I can’t believe this.”

The seams fully come undone, a snicker or two bypassing your lips as you retreat from the situation, ending up with your back against the door leading to the basement with Jack hot on your heels. Mirth bathes you in delight and you let it, a plethora of chuckles falling into your hand as you avert your gaze whilst Jack forgets any concept of personal space. Perhaps you’re deserving of whatever damnation comes your way, a punishment you’ve fully brought upon yourself, but when your senses fill with the waft of Jack’s earthy musk cologne and the remnants of his apple shampoo, accompanied by the warmth of his body that leans towards yours, you can’t bring yourself to feel a shred of regret.

His arm, enveloped by his raven black dress shirt, raises as he cages you in, vulnerable and at his mercy. “What else did I say, since you can read lips and all?”

This is a circus of words, meaning riddled in optical illusions that would have someone think none the wiser. Except this is yours and Jack’s circus, an act tailored for two that entertains your minds that run wild. A wildness you feed off as you meet him with the same decisiveness.

“This number,” you start, pointing towards the digits printed on your sleeve belonging to him. “86 is what people go to see - sorry, pay to see.”

You’re not really sorry, the smirk on your face says otherwise. “I think I said a lot more than that, sweetheart.”

“Besides all the huffing and puffing,” his tongue pokes at his cheek, a playful smirk betraying his flaring emotions. “You asked if he was there to play or to hurt people - fair point to make.”

“And all the others weren’t?” Jack’s moved closer, his thigh situating itself between the gap of your legs. 

You bite your tongue at the friction. “You know the answer to that.”

“Maybe,” his caging arm leaves the door, the web of his hand sat against your chin as he holds your face, maintaining the same fiery gaze that unravels you altogether. “But, it’d be better coming from you.”

“Jack,” he’s flexed his thigh, your hand reaching for the button on his dress shirt as you wane in defeat. “Please.”

“I don’t follow.” 

Your bawled fist meets his stacked chest. “Don’t play dumb.”

Jack chuckles, holding all power in the palm of his hand. “I’m just confused as to why my pants are wet.” 

To prove his point, he draws his thigh away because he’s a selfish bastard and shows you the damp spot you’ve left after his thigh made its way between your legs. The shame that washes over you is unbearable. 

Jack’s cold hands find themselves underneath the material of his jersey, one hand dancing along the outline of your underwear with a finger hanging over the top of the seam. “Oh, what to do with you.”

He’s such a tease, his ego large and in charge as you’ve long forgotten any sense of game at hand as your eyes pool with only an anguish he can extinguish. “Fuck me, please.”

“Why?” his tone light and airy, his finger hooked around the seam of your underwear as the material leaves your skin

You shiver at the breeze, eyes closed as your weak fist manages to grapple onto some material of his shirt. “Because, I need you and I think that goes both ways.”

The band of your underwear snaps against your stomach as Jack retrieves his hand, head cocked to the side as he considers the weight of your words with a locked jaw. Your teeth are sinking into the plumpness of your bottom lip, nothing but pleading in your eyes as you gaze up at him with all you can muster. 

His hand lays against your cheek, thumb automatically caressing the skin - a touch that you not only lean into, but shiver towards. “Get upstairs.”

This is a fairly new playing field for you two -  a game of cat and mouse that brings out an unfamiliar side to you, so foreign in nature that you second guess your desires and where your lust leads you. Jack doesn’t allow for any hesitation though, hand in hand with you as he comes into himself too. His thumb brushes against the corner of your lips that lift, a soft smile surfacing amongst his features before you’re headed upstairs in a flash, scurrying towards your bedroom with a trail of your clothes left in your wake.

Jack doesn’t take long to meet you upstairs, his pinstripe blazer removed as he unfastens his tie around his neck. He spares you a lingering glance as you lay sheepishly on the bed perched on your elbows, legs ajar as your folds glisten in the soft bedroom light. Jack quickly rids himself of his clothing, slipping his boxers off to reveal his hard on. A comfortable length with all the girth to fulfil you, tip flushed pink as it brims with precum. It takes everything in you not to sink to your knees and fill your mouth with his cock.

As he approaches the bed, he motions for you to turn around and you do so with no questions asked, back arched as you wait in anticipation as you feel the bed dip with his presence. Jack comes up behind you, body so incredibly close yet somehow so far away as his hands make contact with your burning skin, giving the flesh on your back a brief massage. A surprised hum vibrates in your chest as Jack drags a single finger along the dip of your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake before he adjusts himself behind you, to which you push your ass back against his hard on.

“Stop teasing.” you sound more desperate than intended, cheek squished into your cool silk pillow.

“Can’t admire my girl before I fuck her?” The nonchalance of his tone draws a mewl out of you, your hips jutting as they search for any more contact. “Besides,”

Hands resting against the mould of your hips, one shifts as you feel his cold index finger draw in between your folds, fingertips swirling around your clit. You moan brokenly, body curling into itself. “You’re just here to take it, aren’t you, princess?”

You’re nodding before your brain can even compute his words, humming along to accentuate your point as his fingertips continue to swirl along the shape of your clit. It’s too much and not enough - a tug of war of sorts that makes your hips rock into Jack, an action that at one point, has his tip catching against your wet entrance. A hiss from behind you sounds as you grapple onto the pillow beside you. 

Jack’s hand leaves you high and dry, but alias, his patiences dissipates into the night sky as he glides into you in one smooth motion, robbing you of your breath and sanity as your mouth gapes open and eyes roll. Sinking into the mattress, your spread legs accommodate for the snap of Jack’s hips as he starts to fuck you from behind, your back curving as you gladly take everything he’s offering. Face mangled into your hoard of pillows, your fingers cling to the duvet for some kind of security, at the mercy of Jack who pleases you in all the way he knows how. 

“How hard do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, maybe genuinely because his strength seems somehow restricted, but you’re keening high in your throat at how filthy his words fall from his rosy lips so easily. 

“Harder,” you plead, losing yourself in the pleasure as your one hand shuffles to rub against your neglected clit. “Harder, please.”

And, he obliges, bullying his cock into you as you gasp at the impact. A smack lands against your ass, the supple surface sizzling as your hips retract, Jack’s ironclad grip holding you from escaping any further as his fingers make indents into your skin like notches in a bedpost. 

“Hang on,” his pace slows, breath laboured as you feel him pull out of you reluctantly. “Turn around. I need to see you.”

You squirm against the sheets, easily complying with Jack’s wishes that suit you, your body turning as your sweaty-layered back sticks to the duvet. In the dimmed light of your bedroom, you catch a glimpse of Jack, whose wet curls fall in all the right places and how every outline of his well-built body drives you wild. You catch the shallow rises of his chest and the flush against his cheeks and as he tucks stray strands of hairs behind his ears, his hands find purchase at your thighs and draw you closer. It’s when he looks into your eyes, shameless in the pleasure written all over his face as he pushes into you again that you think you could never get tired of this view. 

Your walls mould to the shape of his cock, sucking him in entirely as you both moan at the feeling. To add fuel to the fire, Jack decides to unfold your legs and hoist them over his shoulders, the new angle burying him even deeper and bringing you closer to the edge. A huff of amusement sounds from Jack as he peers down at your parted lips, wasting no time in fucking you into the mattress as the bed creaks underneath the pressure. His earlier annoyance rears its head in his movements, unsettled irritation laced in the impact of his thrusts, your cunt leaking all around him as he pounds into you relentlessly. So close in proximity, Jack takes the opportunity to caress your cheek, a sweet gesture as your breath hitches, all before his hand slowly drifts down towards your neck. An affirmative nod from you is he needs to tighten his grip, your brewing orgasm intensifying tenfold as he maintains all the eye contact to make you shudder.

He’s balls deep in you, each hard thrust punctuated by the smack of the wooden headboard against the bedroom wall. You feel him all around you like some wicked embrace: in your stomach, your lungs and around your throat, the snug clasp his calloused hand holds against your pressure points lolling your mouth open, gasping at the sheer intensity stewing within you. 

Jack takes the opportunity, wet curls stuck to his forehead, leaning closer as he spits directly into your mouth, as he does onto the ice throughout his games. Something twists violently in you, back arching off the bed as your lips fall close to moan from the deepest parts within you, the taste of Jack on your tongue. 

“Taking me like such a good girl,” he praises, your reflection plentiful in his eyes. “If I’d known you liked this, would have done it a long time ago.”

Everything begins to blur at the edges like an old photograph, bliss engulfing you in its heavenly fire as your skin shimmers with sweat and your nails scrape at Jack’s shoulder - a futile attempt to regain control that had been long lost, your bodies movement forgotten as you squirm and shiver all over. 

Oxygen courses back into your deprived lungs as Jack releases his grip, burning hand against your cheek as his thumb brushes your cheekbone, catching your fluttering eyelashes. “I got you, baby. Got you, princess.”

“Never been fucked,” a whimper escapes when Jack notches that spongy spot that buries your nails into his skin, “like this. Feels-fuck, good.”

He laughs lightly, pace stuttering yet hitting all the right places. “Love giving my pretty girl what she wants,”

You clench around him, embedding your nails into the flesh of his back as your teeth sink into your bottom lip, gaze scattered. “And my pretty girl wants to come, don’t you?”

He poses the rhetorical question with a mean pinch at your clit before pushing a heavy hand down on your lower stomach, the pressure accelerating you towards your fast-approaching orgasm. The sounds pour out of you like a waterfall, eyebrows furrowed as you plead with begging eyes. “Kiss me?”

“Whatever you want, baby.” he breathes, almost whiny as his hand circles around your nape, your figure floating as your lips collide in a messy embrace, rhythm unmatched as your yearning seeps through your teeth. 

Jack captures all your moans in his mouth, the new angle of his thrusts adding to the sloppiness of your wet kiss. The smack of his stuttering hips knocks against your clit in a way that has you seeing beyond, swallowed whole by his galaxy of stars as he gives you one last jerky thrust, teeth nipping at your bottom lip to undo you. Frayed at the seams, you come undone, unravelling in a mess that perfectly matches Jack as he quickly comes after you, coating your walls as your cunt spasms all around him as he rides out his high. 

Once Jack’s shallow thrusts grind to a halt, he slowly pulls out a heavy sigh, locking eyes with you as he runs a finger down your sensitive cunt just to get a shiver out of you. Your eyebrows knit, a flare of annoyance mixed in with fatigue written across your face that draws a humoured snicker from your boyfriend. He collapses down next to you, a kiss pressed against your cheek before you both aimlessly stare up at the ceiling. 

Amusement tugs at the corners of your lips. “You should get angry more often.” 

“I was just about to say the same thing.” agrees Jack, laughter making its home between you two as nothing but sweetness lingers in the air.

“Come on,” he urges, his hand nudging yours, body prying itself off your bed as he goes to stand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

[nikethestatue]

How the Mating Went

(In celebration of the impromptu Elain Archeron Week, because I can)

There were things that Elain Archeron preferred to keep a secret. Her family was nosy and everyone liked being in each other's business. Yes, it was cute at times, adorable even, but also annoying and intrusive.

The things that she kept secret varied in terms of importance. For example, she didn't like that restaurant that Rhys insisted they go to. The restaurant itself was fine, and the atmosphere was lovely, but the food...Elain couldn't stomach the food. But she pretended that she enjoyed it. That was a small thing. A bigger thing was that she knew how to winnow--but she hadn't told anyone. Not her sisters, not her friends. She wasn't sure why that was exactly. Perhaps, she wanted to keep a bit of freedom for herself. The other small thing was that she really didn't like anything with cinnamon. When she made spiced cakes in the fall, she usually omitted it, and it didn't seem like anyone noticed it. Well, maybe he noticed it. But he never said anything. He never said anything to her anymore. It hurt her. It hurt her heart not to hear from him, not to hear his voice, not to have him address her. It hurt.

That was, perhaps, her greatest secret. A secret that she kept deep inside her chest and never dared to speak of. Not even to the twins. It was simple, really. She was in love.

Elain Archeron loved a man. Well, a male. She never wanted a male, and didn't think that a day would ever come when she'd desire one. She didn't want a mate or a male. But this one--he was the one she loved. And if he was her mate, she wouldn't have minded it. But he wasn't and he wouldn't be. She loved him in secret. She loved him in silence. She loved him through unshed tears, with a smile plastered on her face. She loved him into the void.

Lastly, another thing that she kept a secret, was her newly discovered obsession with nightball. It was Prythian's premiere spectator sport. Where she came from, there were sporting tournaments, and tennis, and jousting, especially among the wealthy noblemen. When she was young, she and Nesta and their parents would go to the races, watching and even betting on ponies. Once, she even won six gold coins. Her mother had said that it would go towards her dowry. Elain was seven years old.

Nightball was a simple game, played between two teams--the objective was to throw a ball into a net. it was basic enough, but magic could be used, so each team had two winnowers and two racers, who ran like the wind. There were two defenders, who could erect walls of fire and air, and two fliers, who were winged Fae.

Elain would sneak out to go to the stadium to watch the games. She lied to Feyre, telling her that she was going to help elderly Fae in the city. She didn't. Well, sometimes she did--but she also had purchased tickets for 24 season games and when her favourite team was playing--the Golden Dragons--she winnowed wherever they played and attended the games. She'd scream herself hoarse, sweat through her tunic, and have the time of her life.

Today, the game happened to be in Day Court--it was her second favourite Court, after Summer. Day was beautiful, and its citizens certainly took their games very seriously. Their stadium was magnificent, made of white limestone and with the capacity to house many thousands of occupants.

The game was nerve-wracking. The Golden Dragons were playing the second best team in the League, the Dark Knights. The score was up and down the entire game, with one of the winnowers being taken out, and both fliers being ejected from the field by the referee. Elain was stress-screaming so much, she'd lost her voice. But the Dragons won and she was blissfully happy.

Now, she was walking down the marble promenade which overlooked the sea. It was warm and couples strolled alongside her, most carrying banners and insignia of their respective teams.

"Elain, wait up."

She turned around so swiftly at the sound of his voice, she almost fell over. His hand clasped around her upper arm and he steadied her, but not before she bounced against his chest, face first.

"What are you...how do you...why? How did you...you know..." she began babbling incoherently.

"I watch you," he said simply.

"What? Why?" she exclaimed, completely flustered.

He wrapped his long strong fingers around her fist and walked next to her. An Illyrian Shadowsinger was an unusual sight here, in Day Court, and he was stared at. He didn't react.

"Why are you here?" she repeated.

"Because I can't look away."

"What...what do you mean?" she murmured.

"Just that. I can't help but watch you. And when I can't watch you, I worry about you. That you know how to winnow makes it even harder for me. So I watch you when I can. And when I can't, I am tormented by the worst thoughts."

"What thoughts?"

"That you are with another male," he admitted. "Or that you are hurt and I cannot help you."

"I don't want any males," she huffed irritably.

He smiled sadly.

"I know."

They walked in silence for a long time.

There wasn't anything to say.

But he didn't release her hand.

Once out of the promenade, they stepped out onto a plaza where food stalls sold everything from fried fish, to fruit pies, to drinks and ale.

"Buy me a sweet ice," she requested.

"Alright," he nodded, "what flavour would you like?"

Elain stopped to read the offerings--raspberry, cherry, lemon, orange, coffee, almond, pistachio.

"Cherry," she said. "What's your favourite?"

"Hmmm, I am not sure," his eyes scanned the sign. "Caramel, I think."

"You like sweet on sweet."

"When you aren't allowed even a dab of honey on your lips for the length of your childhood, sweet on sweet sounds very good," he told her.

She blushed. She shouldn't have said it. She shouldn't have said anything.

"So cherry then?" he confirmed, counting some coins in his palm.

He hadn't let go of her hand though.

"No, I changed my mind," she shook her head. "I want caramel."

"Oh, so sweet on sweet then?" he teased.

Once he paid, he handed her the sweet ice and they walked towards the sea. The sun was setting. Dusk. The sea was calm, the surf smooth and quiet, like soft brushes of paint on canvas.

Elain stopped, admiring the view. It was endless ocean and endless sky in front of her, and next to her, the only one she wanted to stand with. Endless life. Endless love.

He was quiet. As always.

She exhaled. The words fell from her lips.

"I think you are my mate'," Elain said clearly.

Then she handed him the sweet caramel ice.

Sweet on sweet.

"So eat."

He ate.

[seandwalsh]

The culture of Lakitus in the Mario Universe

Lakitus are a species of Koopa that are often seen riding around in clouds with faces, throwing items like Spiny Eggs, Piranha Pods, Hammers or Coins at the people below them and using fishing rods to hold or catch all sorts of things. Many Lakitus work as Bowser's Minions, though we've also seen Lakitu reporters, such as the Lakitu Bros. in Super Mario 64, and the referee Lakitu who runs the Mario Kart tournaments and various other Mario sports events.

While most Koopas are ruled directly by Bowser, the Lakitus have their own ruler, King Lakitu, implying they may be more distant culturally from the others. While King Lakitu and his people clearly serve Bowser in modern day, this may have been an alliance that formed in more recent history.

Throughout various Mario games, the Lakitus are connected to the Chinese-like culture in Mario’s World. In Dragon Driftway from Mario Kart 8, a course with Chinese-style architecture, murals of Lakitus practicing Kung Fu can be seen on the interior.

Lakitu’s name written in Chinese characters ("朱盖木") can be seen on lanterns, signs and murals in Dragon Driftway as well as Dragon Palace, where Koopa Troopas can be seen practicing Kung Fu. Lakitu emblems (depicting a Lakitu's Cloud) and statues of Lakitus practicing Kung Fu are both featured prominently in both Dragon Driftway and Dragon Palace.

A poster for a movie called “Kung Fu Lakitu” with the subtitle “Dragon Driftway The Movie” can also be seen in GBA Ribbon Road.

Dragon Driftway appears to have been built in the image of an ancestor of Gobblegut, from Super Mario Galaxy 2, which had four limbs. Gold and silver statues resembling a version of this this Gobblegut ancestor, with a shorter body and "whiskers" resembling those on Draggadon, can be found in the courtyard of Dragon Palace.

This civilisation may also have built Pagoda Peak, which features Chinese-like architecture and a large green dragon structure with orange horns, very similar to Gobblegut. Pagoda Peak is said to be 4000 years old and is inhabited by Kung Fu Koopas and the Koopa Master. Perhaps the Koopa Troopas seen training in Dragon Palace will go on to become Kung Fu Koopas.

Glitzville from Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door is an “exotic” floating city with Chinese-style architecture, presumably modelled after a different region.

The city is named “Oolong Town” (ウーロン街) in Japanese after Chinese oolong tea. Glitzville is inhabited by many Lakitus, with both guests and local reporters being members of the Lakitu species.

At least a quarter of the Glitz Pit audience is comprised of Lakitus. Perhaps the sky-high location and cultural theming make it a popular draw for Lakitus in the region.

In Super Mario Land, the bosses faced in the Birabuto Kingdom, Muda Kingdom and Easton Kingdom are depicted as the leaders of a specific faction of enemies faced earlier in their respective kingdoms.

The boss of the Chai Kingdom, Biokinton, initially appears to be an exception to this, not bearing a resemblance to any enemies faced in the Chai Kingdom. Biokinton is described as shy and said to be hiding in a cloud which resembles a Lakitu’s Cloud. Rocketons are airplanes piloted by "soldier guards" faced by Mario immediately before Biokinton.

These guards strongly resemble Lakitus with their yellow skin, goggles and short, round noses. They may have a connection to Biokinton given their close proximity and matching name endings in both English and Japanese. “Biokinton” (パオキントン), “Rocketon” (ロケトン).

Perhaps Dragon Driftway, Dragon Palace and Pagoda Peak are actually in the Chai Kingdom, and with the alliance between King Lakitu's and Bowser's families centuries ago, Koopa Troopas began training in Kung Fu and Lakitus began serving in the Koopa Kingdom army.

Thank you to Sophie of @cartographers-office for pointing out the resemblance between Lakitus and the Rocketon pilots, this has been a fun one!

[coichii]

CLEATS - HYUNJIN

pairing - fiancé!hyunjin ♥︎ professional soccer player!fem!reader

genre: injuryfic, angst, fluff, and comfort

word count: 2.0k

warnings: cursing

A/N: i really like how this story ended up, so please let me know what you think !! also I’ve never played soccer a day in my life…so

You can hear the cheers and roars of the crowd outside, giving you that feeling you’ve had since the first time you stepped on that field.

Undeniable excitement.

It was the first playoff game of the season, multiple championship titles were on the line. As one of the key players of your team, the pressure was on to give the best performances ever.

The feeling made your heart soar with pride, but also made your body tremble in fear. The thought of letting the ball slip right past your feet, or aiming right where the goalkeeper can block it, had you sweating bullets.

However, the game had to go on no matter what. So with a shaky breath, you were stepping out onto the field with the rest of your team, the cheers getting astronomically louder.

You’re face to face with the opposing team now, a rival team at that. They had practically kicked your ass last year. 2-6. It was embarrassing. You hadn’t cried that much over a game ever.

Your boyfriend, now fiancé, Hyunjin, practically had to bring you back to life. All the hate from your “fans” and media got to you bad, and he was scared. He had never seen you like that before. So vulnerable. So broken. You never wanted him to see you like that again.

So you silently vowed to not let that happen ever again as your captain called heads for the coin toss. The referee called out her choice and threw the coin up, the arena was silent.

“Heads! Home team gets the ball.” The referee announces, and the crowd goes wild. Your heart beat relaxes back to normal as you take position on the field.

Focus y/n. Focus. Focus. Foc-

A sharp whistle cuts through your head as the ball is kicked onto the field. Your head is completely locked into the game. Every movement feels dynamic and calculated. You feel as if you can see everyone’s moves clearly, and it feels good.

Block. Run. Run. Pass. Block. It all feels so clear.

Now it’s halftime, and you couldn’t be more excited than you were right now.

The score was 3-1, your team. You were drenched in sticky sweat, but you couldn’t care less. You wanted payback for what happened last year, and you were going to get it no mater what.

During the fifteen minute break, which you swear goes by way faster than it sounds, you receive a text from your fiancé with a small “ding!”

—

new message from “Hyune!💍”

Hyune!💍: I’m watching right now.

Hyune!💍: You’re doing so good, my love.

Hyune!💍: I’m so proud of you.

You: Thank you so much baby!

You: I thought it would be really hard to face them, yk, after what happened last time

You: But the fans have been very supportive!!! And so have you.

Hyune!💍: Everybody loves you baby, told you so.

Hyune!💍: I’m sorry but I won’t be able to watch the rest of the game :( I’m super busy! But I’ll text you right after.

You: Ok :) it’s fine. They’re calling us back on. Ttyl!

Hyune!💍: Love you, ttyl <3

—

The conversation makes you smile, but that can only last for so long. You need to get back in the game as you step back onto the field.

This time, you’re able to admire the the stands filled to the brim with fans. Team colors flying everywhere, some fans even adorning a jersey with the same number you wore. That always made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, so you wish you could think about it longer.

But another whistle blows through your mind, and it’s the same situation as before.

Block. Run. Run. Pass. Blo-

All of a sudden, the silhouette of a player on the opposing team is coming out of nowhere. They ran into you clean, not even looking at where they were going.

You’re knocked back far, hearing the distant oohs and ahhs of the crowd in the background, but you couldn’t care less. You couldn’t even focus on it, because all you could focus on is the splitting pain coming from your knee.

The pain is so heavy it makes your head reel. Flags go flying in the distance, or atleast you think they do; your sight is dizzy and blurred from when you hit your head on the hard, artificial grass, so you can’t really tell.

Immediately, your teamates are rushing over to you as they scream and call for the coach and medical team to come check on you, concern inadvertently evident on their face.

“Y/n! Are you okay? That was a really bad hit.” Your captains voice cuts through the ringing in your ears. “Y/n?”

“No. No I’m not. My knee hurts so fucking bad.” You weep as tears spring to your eyes.

No, don’t cry y/n. You don’t want the media to react the way they did last time, do you?

The medical team made its way over to you by now as the crowds surprise quickly dies down to hushed whispers.

They examine rather quick that you can’t finish the rest of the game, or even walk for that matter. They lift you onto the stretcher swiftly and precisely, but it still hurts like a bitch.

You’re transported to the hospital soon after that, teammates wishing you their goodbyes as you’re carted away. To say you feel pathetic would be an understatement. You feel terrible, guilty, and embarrassed all at the same time.

◂—♥︎—▸

“Well Ms. Y/N, you’ve seem to have torn your achilles. It’s safe to say you won’t be playing anymore games for the rest of the season.“ The doctor announces flatly, as if it was the easiest thing ever. But to you, it was completely different. It was earth shattering.

You sat there in silence as even more tears cascaded down your cheeks, the doctor muttering a small, useless sorry as he walked out.

I’m so dumb. How did I not see them? Now my seasons over. I let my whole damn team down. I should just-

“Y/N! Oh my god y/n. I saw what happened on tv and I came running. Are you okay? What hurts? What can I d-” He rambles, stopping when your tears come into his view.

“Oh baby.” He pouts as he envelopes you in a tight hug, and the tears fall even harder than they had been.

Your tears soak his hoodie, but he couldn’t care less. He just wants to comfort you, and he’ll do what he has to do to make that happen.

“I-I’m sorry. I let you down. I let my whole fucking t-team down.” You sob, pushing your head impossibly farther into the crook of his neck.

“Shhh. No you didn’t, angel. You could never ever let me down. I’m so proud of you. More than you’ll ever know. And I’m sure your team understands, it could’ve happened to anyone, baby.” He consoles, and it’s working a little bit. Your breath is evening out slowly but surely, and tears are still flowing down your eyes, just not as aggressively.

“I tore my achilles, Hyune. My whole seasons over. All because I made a dumb mistake. I wasn’t paying attention, and now I’m gone. I’m so usele-“ But he’s cutting you off.

“Y/N, baby, you are no where near useless, you hear me? I’m so so sorry you tore your achilles, love. I know that must be so painful. But don’t you dare blame yourself. That girl fouled you, and she was thrown off for the rest of the game too. You can’t blame yourself for something that absolutely wasn’t your fault.” His voice sounding a little more angry at the thought of someone fouling you. “You were fouled, angel. That isn’t and will never be your fault.”

You allow his words to soak in, coating the insecurities swirl in through your mind with a warmth that could never be matched.

The door creaking open interrupts the moment, a random doctor you hadn’t seen before and your team’s health advisor walking through.

“Y/N, we’re going to have to perform surgery soon to make sure the injury heals well.” Your advisor says, and your heart drops.

“S-surgery? I didn’t know I would have to get surgery.” You stutter, and Hyunjin can practically feel the fear coursing through your veins.

“The surgery isn’t very invasive, don’t worry. It shouldn’t take more than two and a half hours and you’ll be unconscious. If it goes smoothly, we should have you out here by today.” The doctor reassures. Her words bringing you some since of comfort, but you’re not all that convinced.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be here for you when you get out of surgery and I’ll take care of you well. You’ll be fine, I promise you.” He kisses your hand as he says this, knowing how it makes you feel fuzzy inside.

“Ok. I’ll do it.”

◂—♥︎—▸

You feel dizzy as you slowly wake up from your drug induced daze. The surgery had gone smoothly and just as he had promised, he was still waiting there for you in the hospital despite his hefty work schedule.

“Welcome back, angel.” He whispers gently, kissing you right between your temples. You look over at him, your vision still a little blurry as he calmly strokes your cheek, warm hands bringing you comfort.

“Mhm. Can we leave the hospital now?” You ask. In the back of your mind, you’re wondering if your team won, but that’s pushed back even farther as Hyunjin’s strong arms envelop you in a tight hug. He always knows just what to do keep you with him.

“Yeah, there’s just a little paperwork to fill out and we’ll be out of here.” And you hum in response. “Oh yeah, your health advisor said you would need to be completely off of your leg for a while, so I took a week off of work to help you.”

“What?!” You exclaim. “A whole week? Hyune, are you sure? I don’t want to distract you from your work. I know your schedules are so busy baby, and you’re missing some recordings too.”

“Shh. Don’t worry, it’s already taken care of so there’s no point in worrying about it. Plus, I want to take care of you, what kind of future husband would I be if I didn’t.” He assures, cracking a smile.

“Are you sure? It’s really ok.” You tremble, but it’s almost fabricated worry. You want him to take care of you; it feels really nice when he does.

“I’m positive. Cmon, let’s go baby.”

◂—♥︎—▸

“I think I can ice my own knee, Hyune.” You giggle at the way he’s laser focused on making sure he’s applying the proper amount of pressure.

It’s been three days since the match occurred. Your team still won, thank god, and your teammates came to visit you after the match had ended.

The media was still as cruel and heartless as it always was. You couldn’t even count how many times you were called dramatic by various 12 year old boys who had never even stepped foot on a soccer field before, but it didn’t matter as much to you as it usually does. You have Hyunjin with you, so how could it ever?

“Nonsense baby, this is my job now.” He winks at you, stifling a smile to keep the joke alive, but he’s doing a horrible job.

“Jokes aside, thank you so much for these past few days Hyune. You have no idea how much it means to me.” You watch as his gaze softens at your admission. He smiles gently at you as he lets go of the bundle of ice and grabs your hands in his.

“Stop thanking me, angel. It’s what I’m here for. When I say those vows, I’m going to mean every word of it, and I’m going to prove it.

And he does.

He proves that through thick and thin, through sickness and health, he will always be there for you.

No matter what.

back to masterlist

[fictionalmenxyn]

៙𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫៙

Pairing: rafe x soccer player!reader (established relationship)

Warnings: language, injury and blood.

៙៙៙

It was currently 6:34pm, it was the finale game of your soccer season. It was versus your rivals, so a huge game for your team. Your team were worried, about the playing… more like the cheating… you’ve played this team many times. And the team never learn to stop cheating.

So here you are, team captain, staying in the middle of the pitch. You shook hands with the other team’s captain, then shook hands with the referee. Referee asked you “heads or tails?” You replied “heads.” So the other team got tails.

The referee flipped the coin, it landed on heads. That’s a good start. The referee placed the ball down, you moved into position, you were centre forward.

You waited for the whistle to blow, once it did, you kicked the ball to your teammate and began to play.

Rafe and the guys were in the stands. He wore one of your jerseys. Not physically yours cause they’re too small. But your campus sells merchandise of your team’s jerseys. He stood among the people. His and your friends huddled together watching the game. Rafe watched you in awe. You were an extremely good player, even been scouted to other places too. But he always and also admired how the jersey always did you justice. He couldn’t wait till after the game, to get you alone.

You passed to your teammate, running further up. You pointed towards the goal “chip it!” Your teammate chipped the ball over to you. You dribbled the ball before stopping for a second and kicking the ball towards the top left corner. Scoring the first goal of the game.

…sometime later…

Some time later, there was only ten minutes left of the game. The score was 6-3, in your favour. The game was going smoothly so far, only small jabs and slide tackles. Nothing bad, yet.

You currently had the ball, taking it up the field and away from your home goal. Dribbling past many players and passing back and forth between your team.

Your friend and teammate kicked the ball up into the air. Getting the ball down the field quicker. You ran, keeping an eye on the ball.

You jump in the air, so did a rival teammate. As you were coming back down. You felt a sharp pain in your leg. As you landed you saw the girl nudge you as you fell and she stood on your leg. It all felt like slow motion. You watch as some of your team and the referee run over to you. You look down, seeing the blood gush out of your leg. More so, the now broken bone. You groaned, shouting in pain “fuck!!! Shit!! Need a medic!!” You cover your tearing up eyes. Not wanting to see the sight of your leg. You winced in pain as even the slightest breeze or movement.

Rafe and the boys all wince in pain as they watched. Rafe’s worry and angry kicked in as soon as he heard one of the medics of your team say “shit, she’s broken her leg.” Rafe glares at the girl that caused this. Not that she is looking at him. But he did it anyways.

You tilt your head away, not wanting to look. Two medical members of your soccer team come over. The one named Sharon asked “hey Y/n, just breathe for me ok? Can you do that for me? In and out, nice and calm.” You nodded. Taking shaky breaths as your friend/teammate resting your head in their lap.

The referee talked with both coaches of your team and the other team. Turns out this girl has done this many times. And thankfully the referee you had today, was higher up, meaning he could ban the girl. Which is exactly what he did.

As the discussion was happening, you laid on the field. Panicking, you asked “where’s Rafe? Where is he? Can he come down here?? Please?? Sharon can he??” Sharon looked at you and nodded “she thing, sweetie” Sharon turned to one of the girls and asked to go get him.

Rafe watched in worry, he then noticed a girl from your team run over to him and the guys. She spoke “Rafe, Y/n wants you. She needs you…” he nodded. The guys didn’t even say anything to him. They patted him on the shoulder as a silent ‘go to her, we’ll be fine’.

He runs across the field, making his way to you. He dropped to his knees, by your side. He laid on the field, on his stomach so his face was close to you as possible. “Hey baby, I’m here, I’m here…”

You open your eyes and look to him, “Rafe?” He nods “yeah, baby, I’m right here, not leaving your side, never…” you had tears in your eyes. “It hurts so much…” he uses his thumbs to wipe your tears “I know, baby, Sharon is calling nine-one-one, they’re on their way, ok? Just hang in there f’me.” You nodded.

You reached your hand out, he quickly took it in his. Kissing each knuckle. Keeping his lips against your knuckles. “Rafe, how bad is it?” He looked over, seeing patches of red on the grandly put on gauze. He answered “it’s patched up, but it’s pretty bad, babe…” you nodded. He brushed some hair out of your face “you’re gonna be ok, you’re doing so good f’me.. just keep breathing alright?? In and out… just like me, baby, yeah?” You nodded, breathing in and out just like him.

“You’re doing so good, baby, so proud of you… I love you so much, so proud…”

You’ve broken bones before, the hardest thing besides the current pain. Was the pain you’re gonna feel when you can’t train or play games. Even if it was the end of season, you still enjoyed kicking ball and having fun. That’s not gonna be happening anytime soon…

The team is huddled around you. Creating a shield from the crowd. You look at the girls. You spoke “girls, I know I’m injured, but once I’m out of the way and the game continues. Work your hardest ok? There’s only ten minutes left. But that still means we work hard, yeah? Don’t forget that, work your asses off for these last ten minutes.” The girls took all of your words in and nodded. They knew they had to work hard, for you, their captain, their friend, injured friend.

Soon enough you hear the sirens to the ambulance. Next thing you know, you’re in the back of the ambulance holding Rafe’s hand like your life depended on it. Which he held a firm grip, reminding you that he’s still there, and will be.

…sometime later…

You’re now home, well… TannyHill. Considerably your second home. You laid on Rafe’s bed. He insisted on shoving two pillows under your cast to elevate your leg. You felt a little loopy and sluggish from the faded morphine. Rafe laid next to you. Arm around your shoulder as you both watched a movie. You rest your head on his shoulder, every so often he’d kiss your temple. As the second movie of the night finished. You felt your phone buzz in your lap. You grabbed your phone and smile at the text message. It was the soccer group chat. It was a picture of two trophies and a medal. The small trophy had a label ‘player of the game.’ And the bigger trophy was the college finale cup. The text attached to the photo read ‘congrats Cap, we’ve won the final!! Got these precious things waiting for you when we see ya next! Take care, we love you!’

You and Rafe both smile at the text. You had replied back thanking and sending your love to the team. Rafe joked “you’re gonna need a lotta sharpies, baby, you know the team is gonna want to write their names.” You both laugh.

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[jamiefartt]

run the world; part one.

masterlist, part 2.

pairings: Jamie Tartt x reader, a bit of Sam Obisanya x reader.

summary: as the striker for AFC Richmond's very first women's team, the pressure is on. you're desperate to bond with the men's team, especially their number 9. so when your captains make you two train together, you find special ways to make it fun for both of you.

words: 10.6k

warnings: mean Jamie obvi, no smut but def some sexual jokes and tension, alcohol and chugging but nothing gross.

———

metal studs click against the ground as you bounce on the balls of your feet. stretching your neck, you look down at your blue boots before craning your neck back up, eyes gliding over the number 8 in front of you and moving towards the ceiling. the dugout is hot and tense, shoulders grazing those of the opposing team. Manchester United's red and yellow kit starkly contrasts the pink and purple of yours, and while their socks are black, yours are a bright white. you bring your right hand up to your chest, rubbing small circles as you try soothing your heart. sliding it down, you trace the large letters printed on the front of your shirt; KBPR. loud music plays over the speakers of Nelson Road Stadium, and you try make out the words over the screams of the crowds. you take a few more deep breaths before suddenly, you're feet are carrying you on to the pitch as if on autopilot. 

facing forward, you almost get lost in the swing of the ponytail in front of you, shaking your head and clapping your hands together, forcing your mind into focus. the crowd's cheers tenfold the more players appear from the tunnel, and you look around at the sea of colours in the crowd. you spot a lot of Richmond's bantr branded jerseys in the sea of people, appreciating their effort to support your team despite repping the wrong colours. 

"let's go ladies!" you hear someone roar beside you as you approach the middle of the pitch. your head snaps to your left, finding the source of the encouragement. Isaac McAdoo, Richmond men's captain, is leaning over the side screen next to the pitch, borderline folding his torso over it with two fists in the air. next to him, all the Richmond boys line the sideline, all dressed in the women's kit. they clap, cheer, and holler for you all as you make your way to the center circle, stopping right before it to stand shoulder-to-shoulder. 

as much as you want to wave to the guys, you're too in your zone, having gotten into game mode in the dugout. you take a few more deep breaths, looking straight ahead of you with a stone cold expression on your face. you look directly at Roy, your team's manager, who matches your demeanor. the teams are introduced, and you take in the crowd's encouragement when Richmond is called out. once dismissed from the line up, you drop to your position in the centre of the pitch. you roll your right sock midway down your shin before pulling the left one up and over your knee, ready to use your right foot to carry your team to victory. 

your head goes quiet as you take deep breaths, ignoring the players in front of you, faces and sounds blurring in your mind as you become completely calm. looking around, everyone's faces become unrecognisable as your brain stops registering them, full focus on the ball currently being carried towards you. your team captain, Gia, holds the ball towards you, clearly having won the coin toss. her face is the only one you can decipher, and she smiles at you despite your inability to return the gesture with the cold expression that comes from your focus.

"fucking kill 'em." she mutters to you, pushing the ball into your hands. you give her a curt nod as you watch her features merge together into an indistinguishable blur. the only thing you can see is the ball, which you place firmly at your feet, and the goal miles away from you. twisting the football into the grass, you take one last deep breath, anxiously awaiting the referee's whistle to signal your cue to kick off the match. in your mind, the stadium goes quiet, even though you know the noise is still deafening. to you, all that matters is the football, your feet, and your role in the team. it's one of your biggest matches of the season, and in order to keep your position as striker you need to impress. Roy trusts you, and knows you can do it, but more often than not your nerves get the best of you, and that way you find it hard to trust yourself.

the first whistle blows, then the halftime whistle, and eventually the final whistle rings through your ears as the crowd roars. you sprint to the side of the pitch, heading straight for Roy as you scream. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and his hand smacks your back. you let go and turn around, Gia running straight into you and holding you tight. as she hugs you, you feel more and more arms press around your frame as your teammates come in for a group hug. the supporters chant and shout for your team, celebrating your 3-2 win. it was tight, and the result was set to be a tie until you scored on a whim in injury time. 

you and the girls jump up and down, studs tapping the ground rhythmically as they chant your name. cackling with a loud grin on your face, you're well aware of how hard you're blushing at the praise and attention. you've redeemed your position on the team, knowing you'll be safe as number nine for the rest of the season. 

when the pressure around your shoulders loosens, you let go of Gia and lean forward, hands on your knees as you take a few deep breaths. you feel hands slap your back and shoulders in celebration, and the odd hand on your ass as a joke from your friends. your eyes are glued to the grass, noticing how each blade points in a different direction. you notice where they've been flattened by studded boots, how they move in the wind, and even the angle at which they've been cut. 

a firm hand on your shoulder interrupts your thinking, and your attention returns to the actual matters at hand. lifting your head, you blink a few times to bring your mind back to the pitch. it's Roy, who silently nods towards the dugout, signaling you to head to the locker room. standing up straight, you huff a sigh before letting an ecstatic smile return to your face. jogging to catch up with your team, you place your hands on Gia's shoulders and hop into the air. the two of you laugh together as the team continues their celebratory shouting all the way to your changing room. 

the noise echoes through the stairway as you all flood upstairs, clapping each other on the back and hugging. once you're all in the dressing room, it doesn't stop. you all huddle in the middle of the room and jump up and down as you chant: "we're Richmond till we die! we're Richmond till we die! we know we are, we're sure we are, we're Richmond till we die!" 

you're the first to notice the new presence in the room as you stop singing and tap the shoulders of the teammates around you. "guys, guys," you say, trying to get them to turn their attention to Rebecca and Keeley who have just walked in behind Roy. with a satisfied smile on her face, Rebecca winks at you, and you swear your heart almost stops beating in your chest. 

"oi!" Roy shouts, finally gaining the attention of the team. he says nothing else, simply cocking his head towards the two women next to him.

"hello ladies," Rebecca says, contentment evident in her voice as well as her expression.

"girls!" Keeley squeals, "you were fucking phenomenal!" she screams as she claps her hands, and everyone immediately matches her energy, clapping and cheering with her.

"yes, indeed," Rebecca interrupts the celebration, "you were all absolutely amazing!" 

Keeley continues, smiling up at Rebecca; "which is why we've brought you guys a present... boys, come on in!" 

one by one, the Richmond men's team file into the room; Isaac at the front, carrying a bucket of beer bottles, and the rest of the team behind him. they all crowd into the room, and suddenly the spacious changing room starts to feel cramped. you're even a tad embarrassed; you've just come off the pitch so you're sweaty and tired, and your hair is barely even tied up in its elastic anymore. brushing down your shirt, you quickly tighten your ponytail and flatten the top, hoping you look even slightly presentable for the guys. it's not that you want to impress them, but you can't say they're particularly unattractive, so you do your best to smile nicely and stand up straight. 

looking down at your feet, you quickly adjust your socks, pushing them both down to the edge of your boots. when you flick your head back up, your eyes meet those of one of the men in front of you. you recognise him immediately; he's Jamie Tartt, Richmond's star striker. of course, you wouldn't dare keep your eyes on him, so you look away quickly. you share a number with him, but you're nowhere near his level at the game.

"girls, I feel like I can confidently say that you all made AFC Richmond incredibly proud today," Isaac begins, booming voice commanding the room, "and we thought that should be celebrated our way!" he drops the bucket of drink at his feet before taking a step back, crossing his arms over his chest. Gia runs towards him, standing in front of the bucket and holding her hands out to stop the girls from approaching.

"wait!" she shouts, "first, a drink for the woman of the match..." a few people's heads turn towards you as you stand with a cheeky grin on your face, knowing it's you. you wouldn't say you're necessarily a cocky person, but you're pretty sure your goal today will go down as one of your best. your captain continues; "y/n! come up here, bitch!" 

you stride towards her and Isaac hands you a bottle. easily twisting off the cap with your hand, the girls ooh and aah as you wink at them. they all clap and yell as you chug as much as you can. with a grimace on your face, you shake your head, struggling to swallow the cheap beer. one of the guys smacks your shoulder and you hear him laugh, but your eyes are screwed shut tight as you drink even more, so you can't see who it is. when the last drop of the bottle is drained, you turn it upside down in front of you, nothing spilling out. Gia is the first to go crazy, jumping onto your back and cheering. the whole room erupts in shouts and whoops, and you can feel the beer fizz in your stomach as you laugh. you carry Gia away from the bucket, and everyone rushes forward, reaching for a bottle and cracking them open for each other. you pass on a second beer for now, craving nothing but water after all the excitement. 

as much as you share a building, you don't often cross paths with Richmond's men's team. you've been to a few of their games, though, Gia insisting all of you go to show your support, but you've never met them face to face. as you stand off to the side of the crowd, you drag your eyes across them, noticing the height disparities, the flashing smiles, and some of the most beautiful hair you've ever seen. interrupting your thoughts, Isaac lifts his bottle into the air, and shouting: "to Richmond!" everyone repeats him, lifting their drinks in the air before cheering.

as everyone turns to each other and dive into their own conversations, the divide between your team and the men's shrinks as they all start to mingle. smiling at the sight, you move to the left of the room towards your assigned cabinet. bringing your right foot onto the bench, you lean forward to untie your laces. as you swap legs and pull the laces on your right foot, you feel a hand on your shoulder. 

"y/l/n?" the voice is gruff and deep, their hand still holding your shoulder as you stand up straight. you turn your head, immediately smiling at the sight of Isaac.

"Isaac!" you laugh, lifting an arm as you beckon for a hug. he wraps an arm over your shoulder, clapping your back as you embrace.

"congratulations, bruv. you fucking smashed it," he says with an uncharacteristically wide grin. you smile back at him, a humble expression on your face at his kind words. you fold your hands over the navy Richmond crest on your shirt; "all thanks to Keeley and Rebecca," 

"they've done a good job with you lot," he nods, crossing his arms over his chest, "I want you to meet someone." 

he nods his head to the side, and your eyes follow the direction before landing on Sam Obisanya. standing behind his captain with his arms folded politely behind his back, his wide grin is infectious. he bows slightly forward and says: "it's so lovely to meet you, y/n. I'm Sam," 

your smile grows at his sweet tone as you wave a hand in greeting; "hi Sam! I'm y/n, but I guess you already know that," he laughs at your words, and you feel compelled to do the same. 

"I'll leave you two to chat." Isaac interjects, slapping a hand on Sam's back and pushing him closer to you. Sam winces through a smile, chuckling nervously at the set-up. with his captain at a fair distance from the two of you, he relaxes a bit more.

"you were so good out there," he says genuinely, eyes locked firmly on yours.

"thank you so much, that means a lot coming from you." 

"really?" his grin morphs into a smirk, "how come?"

you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks; "I mean, I've seen you play -- you're such a key player for Richmond. you're assist against Chelsea last month was fucking incredible! you make it look so fun and effortless..." you stop talking mid-ramble, noticing how you're supposed to be pretending you've just met him, not like you've been to every match he's ever played.

"thank you, y/n, I really appreciate it. when you play, it's hard to watch anybody else on that pitch."

his words stun you, and all you can do is blink up at him in disbelief. the genuine smile on his face accompanies his sentiment, warming your heart. you're not sure what to say, so you glance down at the ground as you try to subdue the blush on your cheeks with a few deep breaths. "how come you guys came to this match?" you ask, desperate to change the topic.

"Ted said it would be good to bond the two teams a bit more, and I agree! you know, I always wanted to come to one of the women's matches but couldn't find anybody to come with me. that's why tonight, to celebration for your win, I'm hosting everyone at my restaurant with an open bar!" 

"Oh woah, Sam that's so generous. you really don't have to do that," you smile at him again, and his bright smile is fixed as he waves his hand and tsks; "don't worry about it. I love having people at Ola's, especially my team, so why not include you guys- or girls, whatever." 

the two of you share a laugh again, and you find your heart skipping a beat every time you hear the sound escape Sam's lips. your gaze drops from his as you flick your eyes past him, only to see Jamie staring at you from across the room. you don't linger, just look back at Sam to continue talking, but you find it hard to fully listen to him when you can now feel the other man's eyes burning into your face. subconsciously, your hands come back up to your ponytail, making sure the hairs are as tidy as you can get them in your post-game state. why is Jamie Tartt looking at you? 

once everyone's finished their beers, you say goodbye to Sam and the other players before all heading for the showers. you let cold water cascade down your back, goosebumps covering your whole body at the feeling. the shower room is steamy and scorching hot, and the contrast between the air and your water temperature brings a certain peace to your mind. you and your teammates laugh and chatter around you, making fun of the opposition and talking about the guys who came to celebrate with you. with your eyes closed, you let the water hit your face, and it cools the nerves talking to Sam gave you. 

his smile could light up an entire stadium, and he's so kind and chivalrous. he's the only Richmond men's player you've actually ever noticed around the building since he always smiles at everyone. you've seen him laughing and talking with the most random people in the hallway, from the secretary to physiotherapist. you try to do the same, saying hello and goodbye to everyone you pass everyday, and you're pretty sure people appreciate you for it. but Sam seems to genuinely have a place in his heart for everyone, especially the fans. you've seen him interact with them before and after matches, and it's not that you always keep to yourself, you just know there's a zone you need to be in to be able to play football the best you can, and that zone doesn't include other people. 

after your shower, you get changed into a simple pair of blue jeans and a white blouse, some mascara highlighting your eyelashes. if it was up to you, you would be leaving Nelson Road the same way you arrived; in your Richmond branded tracksuit. but when Gia saw you reach for the purple joggers her eyes shot you daggers, so you grabbed the extra outfit she instructs you all bring to every match. "you never know where you'll end up." she always says, and you all oblige. you can't complain though, Gia is your best friend, both at Richmond and in your daily life. you share a place in town, a cozy but spacious attached home, and you wouldn't have it any other way. you all voted her as captain because of her open mind and her free-spirited approach to football. she doesn't see it as a job, she still sees it as a hobby, and it's how she succeeds. having fun is the key to everything in her life, and as much as you wish you were like that, you put way too much pressure on yourself. it used to be fun for you, a hobby you get to do professionally, but you feel more and more disconnected from that with every game.

you drop into her passenger seat, throwing your bag on the backseat behind you. without asking, you connect your phone to her car's bluetooth and turn on your shared playlist. Gia gets comfortable in the driver's seat as you press shuffle, and the two of you squeal when your favourite Justin Bieber song starts playing. the bass pumps through the car as she pulls out of the Richmond gates, heading to Sam's restaurant. both of you sing along loudly to the music, and you direct the lyrics towards her in a dramatic lip sync. it's easy to laugh with Gia, and you're grateful for the friendship you built with her before coming to Richmond. having grown up together, she got you into football, and eventually you both climbed up the same ladders to get to the same premier league team. if you hadn't had Gia in the beginning stages of the development of Richmond's women's team, you're not too sure you would have made it past the first qualification rounds. but thankfully, she's always been there to cheer you up and lift your spirit, reminding you constantly to try to enjoy football, not fear it.

she turns down the next song, and you groan in frustration; "I like this song!" you whine. 

"I saw you talking to Sam in the dressing room," she teases, ignoring your annoyance. 

"yeah... Isaac introduced us. have you ever spoken to him? he's so unbelievably friendly, I genuinely can't imagine him ever getting angry."

Gia huffs, shaking her head with a chuckle before responding: "you haven't seen him with Mister Jamie Tartt. he can seriously get on his nerves. Isaac tells me about it sometimes and Sam doesn't let Jamie off easily," 

"well I think your boyfriend was trying to set us up, and I didn't appreciate it."

"yup! he definitely was..." Gia laughs as you roll your eyes. Isaac and Gia have been together since last season, before you had even played any matches. when she was elected captain, Roy thought it would be good to have the two meet and get close, just in case they needed any advice from each other down the line. at first, they would meet for weekly coffees, and soon enough he would be sitting on your sofa when you and Gia came home from late night trainings. 

"Sam is lovely, don't get me wrong, but I don't know if we mesh romantically, you know?" you say, looking out the window at setting sun over the brick buildings of Richmond.

"why not? Isaac told me Sam's had a bit of a crush on you for quite a while, so..."

you snap your head around to look at Gia; "he what?"

"yeah... I mean, from what Isaac tells me, he loves watching you train. he often comes to watch us with Isaac when they're on break or whatever," Gia shrugs casually, and you look at her with wide eyes. 

"why didn't you tell me this earlier? I had no idea he was watching! I didn't even think he knew me before today! God, that's so embarrassing, Gia..." you groan, rubbing your hands down your cheeks dramatically.

"what?! it's fine, y/n, look- I just wanted you to meet him first. if you didn't click I wouldn't be telling this," 

"how do you know if we clicked?"

"babe," she states curtly, "I saw you blushing and rambling. it was so cute! he walked away with such a big smile," 

"oh my God! shut up!" you exclaim, turning towards the window to hide how red you're going. with a deep sigh, you shake your head, and Gia leaves you alone with your thoughts as she keeps the music low. Sam is amazing -- he's a genuinely lovely guy, and a great footballer. admittedly, he made you blush, and smile, and feel all fuzzy inside. but your mind can't help but drift to the dark blue eyes you kept meeting across the room.

pulling into a parking spot one street down from the restaurant, the music stops suddenly as Gia stops the car, and you're pulled from your thinking. "come on," Gia says, "it's gonna be so much fun! you need to talk to Sam some more." rolling your eyes, you push your door open. you hop out of the car with an excited smile, looking forward to celebrate with your team. 

as you start walking up the street towards Ola's, you ask Gia: "do you reckon Jamie will be there?"

Gia's head snaps up to look at you, and her brow furrows in confusion as she scans your face for any ounce of humour. your face stays neutral, however, as you try your hardest to look inconspicuous. "uh- I'm not sure... why?" Gia asks you hesitantly. 

"just wondering," you shrug, avoiding her gaze.

"y/n," she stops walking, grabbing your elbow to hold you back, "do you have a thing for Jamie? oh my god, is that why you don't wanna pursue things with Sam?" 

shaking your head, you shrug again; "I'm not planning anything with him, Gia, chill." you try your best at a reassuring tone, and hope it goes unnoticed. her eyes are skeptical as she squints at you, her hand still holding your elbow. "I just think I should meet him since we play the same position! he's kind of a legend in the making, you have to admit," you continue.

"fine," Gia sighs and drops her hand, "just don't break Sam's heart, okay?" 

"relax, Gia, I promise I can keep it in my pants," you crack a smile as she chuckles, and soon enough you're both laughing out loud. Jamie is attractive, sure, but his whatever he was wearing today took away some of his points. an orange top with a black puffer bodywarmer, paired with a cap with 'ICON' written across it? please.

the red corner building comes into view as your laughter dies down, and the warm light from inside illuminates the footpath. faint music and chatter hum through an open window, and suddenly your chest feels warm before you've even entered the restaurant. the reason you're here tonight is your team, and your win, and you. tonight is a celebration of your team's win, and it's a chance for you and the girls to accept praise and compliments galore. contextualising the reason you're here makes you comfortable in the fact that this isn't work, this isn't football, and there's no pressure on you whilst you're here. pushing open the door and moving past the curtain in front of it, the air isn't heavy, instead it's warm and full of admiration. 

the bell above the door dings as you enter, attracting the attention of the people closest to the entrance. when their eyes fall on you and Gia, they smile, clap, and even cheer. a blush appears across your cheeks instantly, but you're able to play it off as you hide your face in your teammates' shoulders when they hug you. you laugh with them, the stress you were putting on yourself quickly dissipating with every kind smile someone gives you. you move further into the restaurant, waving at Roy and your coaches. you move over to Keeley, Rebecca, and Barbara as you say hi to each of them with a kiss on the cheek; "very European," Keeley comments. with a laugh, you walk to the back of the room, eager for a celebratory drink. 

"just a gin and tonic please," you say to the waiter with a smile. leaning an elbow on the bar, you turn to the side, facing the kitchen. between the shelves, you spot Sam talking to one of his employees. you smile as you watch him, now noticing how smart he looks in his dark purple shirt. feeling your eyes on him, he turns to face you, a wide grin growing on his face at the sight of you. interrupting his own conversation, he appears from the kitchen, folding his hands together as he approaches you.

"y/n! long time, no see!" he jokes, and you share a laugh. you thank the waitress as she places your drink on the bar, and Sam's grin softens to a content smile. 

"I like your shirt," you say.

"oh, thank you! I wore it to match your kit." his statement is simple, but feels big. the effort doesn't go unnoticed by you as your lips part slightly, looking at him through your lashes as he nervously rubs the back of his neck. "you pay very good attention," you note, patting a hand on his chest, instantly feeling how hard it is. it's too late to hide your surprised expression at the feeling of his taut muscles, and you look at Sam with slight panic in your eyes at your reaction. to save you the embarrassment, he throws his head back with a cackle; "did you forget I'm also a footballer, y/n?"

you shake your head and laugh along with him; "whatever, let's go grab a seat."

Sam nods at you, still chuckling to himself when you start walking towards Isaac and Gia at a table towards the far-side of the restaurant. with Sam following behind you, you wave at a few more of your teammates as you pass them. Gia smiles brightly as you approach, as she raises her eyebrows suggestively, you widen your eyes at her with a shy expression, silently telling her to shut up. you sit down next to her and Sam beside Isaac across from you. as you're taking a nervous sip of your drink, you feel a hand tap your thigh, glancing at Gia with a knowing smile before pushing her hand away. chuckling to yourself, you place an elbow on the table and rest your chin in your palm. 

"did you enjoy the match, Isaac?" you ask, making sure you bare your sweetest smile, knowing Sam is watching you.

"of course, bruv. it's great watching you two do your thing on the pitch. I'm just glad I got to bring the lads to this one," slapping a hand to Sam's shoulder, he shakes him a bit. Sam laughs, and your eyes find his again. as outgoing as he is, when he looks at you, he goes so shy and nervous. it's endearing, but it feels like something is missing between you. there's a few butterflies, but there's no tension, no chase. if you're going to dive back into the dating pool after your shitty ex, you want something exciting and electric to start with. maybe Sam can still surprise you, it's still early in your night together. 

"y/n, I was just telling Isaac about that one bitchy player who tackled you during the game. she was so nice to us before!" Gia starts, and then the conversation takes off. the combination of alcohol and Sam's kind smile warms your chest, and you finally start to relax into the space as the chat flows between the four of you. the restaurant is cozy, dim lighting hiding the permanent blush on your cheeks, and when glancing over at Sam every now and then, you realise just how attractive he is. when his smile is replaced by a listening look, his other features catch your eye. his dark eyes are so focused on Gia as she speaks, respect pouring out of them as he hangs on to her every which word. despite his almost constant smiling, he doesn't have a smile line or wrinkle set in his perfect skin. his cheeks look soft, not too chiseled or sharp, and you imagine placing a soft kiss on them when he drops you off at your door after a hypothetical date. letting your eyes drop to his lips, you notice the hint of pink between them, and continue your daydream to imagine kissing his soft lips after this made-up date. 

your thoughts are interrupted when his lips open to a big smile again as he laughs at something Isaac says, and you quickly smile and chuckle, hoping you weren't caught staring. glancing around nervously, you look out the window to the street, before looking around the restaurant. you recognise basically everyone, but haven't spoken to many of the other Richmond players yet. as much as you're enjoying getting to know Sam, you're intrigued by some of the other men's team members. you look towards the busier side of the restaurant, watching as the Richmond guys all laugh and talk to each other, clearly having a bond worth many years of playing together. during the training rounds for your team, you idolised these men, trying to find out what exactly Richmond was looking for. you studied their matches and plays, and had to try very hard not to freak out when you first met Roy Kent. spotting him sitting at a round table behind Isaac, you notice him speaking to someone next to him. when you look at who that is, your eyes meet Jamie Tartt's. 

despite Roy clearly speaking to him, Jamie's focused on you. you want to tear your eyes away, but something keeps them locked on his. he's slumped back in his chair, one hand on the table and the other resting on his thigh. you drag your eyes down his frame; he's still wearing that stupid orange outfit, but you can now make out the deep line across his bicep beneath the tight fabric of his shirt. when your eyes drop down to where his hand rests on his leg, you notice how his jeans hug his bulging thighs. lips parted, you blink yourself back to the conversation going on at your table, quickly looking away from Jamie and clearing your throat subtly. you adjust in your seat, flattening nonexistent creases in your blouse before going to take another sip of your drink, only to realise your glass is completely empty.

"be right back," you whisper to Sam, careful not to interrupt Gia's story as you stand up from your seat. brushing past Sam, you touch your hand to his shoulder. he smiles up at you and when you walk away, you make sure your hips sway that little bit more than usual, hoping he's watching. you beeline for the bar, not stopping to speak to anybody as you pass them, despite the many smiles and waves from friends and familiar faces. placing your glass on the bar, you wait for the waitress to appear. instinctively, you pull your phone from your pocket, checking its notifications. 

"well done today," someone speaks next to you.

"thank you-" you begin, looking up from your phone and slowing your sentence halfway. the Jamie Tartt leans forward on the bar, resting on his elbows as he looks you directly in the eye. the small smile that had appeared at the compliment immediately drops, and you blink slowly as you process his sudden presence. 

"should I be worried about my reputation as Richmond's best striker?"

"what?" you furrow your eyebrows at him, immediately hearing his mocking tone. 

"as much as I love the whole girl-power thing you've got goin' on, I hope it don't fuck with my status." 

you gawk at him, jaw slack at his obnoxious statement; "what the fuck are you talking about?"

"I mean-" 

"what can I get you two?" the waitress returns to the bar. interrupting Jamie.

"I'll have another gin and tonic, please, and you can be generous with the gin." you say, smiling sweetly. when she turns to Jamie, he shakes his head silently, before standing up straight and facing you. 

"I mean..." he tries again, "if the press start calling you Richmond's star striker, I'm gonna have to have a serious chat with coach Kent," 

it's impossible to wipe the unimpressed look off your face, staring at him with raised eyebrows and a grimace. you can't believe what he just said to you, and his behaviour is seriously unexpected. sure, you'd seen his cocky press junkets and shitty attitude in the media a year or two ago, but you were under the impression he'd changed since then. you'd spent the last few months studying his football, his plays and techniques burnt into your brain from how often you'd watched his highlights on repeat. the mixed messages confuse you, and your urge to bond with players you admired so much suddenly vanishes. 

"never meet your heroes, I guess," you mutter to yourself, taking a sip of your drink as you move to return to Sam. 

"Tartt," a deep voice huffs, and suddenly a wall of black appears in front of you, stopping you from leaving. tilting your head up, you see Roy, chest puffed and arms crossed as he stares at Jamie.

"ah, speak of the devil," Jamie says with a fake smile. rolling your eyes at him, you want nothing but to go back to the lovely man waiting for you at your table. instead, Roy puts his hand on your shoulder and guides you back in front of Jamie. 

"were you bothering my striker, Tartt?" Roy grumbles, keeping his hand on you. Jamie huffs before pouting, throwing in an eye roll to piss you off just that little bit more. you feel like a child on the playground, your teacher making you stand in front of the mean girl as he waits for you to make up. 

"you're striker?" Jamie spits, "I was here first, ya'know." his belittling tone makes your drink taste the bad kind of sour, and all you can do is sigh, waiting for the moment Roy dismisses you and you can go back to Sam. 

"it's not about who was here first, it's about who's more respectful, and that will never be you." Roy states, confidently putting Jamie in his place. he holds his fist up towards you, and you bump your knuckles with his before pushing past him, finally walking back to your seat.

"what the fuck, Roy-" you hear Jamie start to sputter at him, but you quickly tune it out when your eyes fall on Sam's again. with your eyebrows still raised in shock, you slide back into your seat. 

"are you alright, y/n?" Sam asks, concern painting over his face when you don't return his smile. 

"what's that about?" Gia says as she stares at Roy and Jamie bickering by the bar.

with a deep sigh, you shake your head; "fuck knows... has Jamie always been such a dick?" you ask the table. Sam nods at the same time as Isaac shakes his head, and you and Gia look at each other completely confused. 

"nah bruv, he's gotten so much better," Isaac says to Sam before chugging some of his beer.

"eh, I don't know about that," Sam replies as he raises his eyebrows, "he's learnt how to play as a team, but outside of football he still doesn't talk much."

"he's different with Isaac, though, right?" Gia asks, her boyfriend blinking at her a few times before turning to you. "he's a good guy..." he takes a deep breath before continuing, "when he wants to be," Isaac smacks Sam on the back, laughing loudly. Sam glances up at you with a shy grin, but your face screams unimpressed at the joking about his shitty behaviour. 

the night continues smoothly, with no more Jamie staining your celebrations. after your conversation at the bar, Roy kept him well away from you. you get to know Sam some more, before chatting with your teammates and meeting some of the men's team. Roy even apologises for Jamie's behaviour, but you shrug it off; "footballers, innit," you say, and Roy laughs and nods in agreement. your whole interaction with Jamie was so confusing, and completely unexpected. you'd hoped him being a dick on the pitch didn't translate to outside of the stadium, and to others it didn't, but he didn't seem to hold back when it came to you. the restaurant starts clearing out around 10pm, people needing their rest after the big match. you and Gia wait around until you're the last ones there, and your nerves suddenly set in as you realise there may be some implications between you and Sam. 

"Isaac's coming home with me, by the way," Gia says, locking her arm with Isaac's. she looks at you with her eyes widened, jaw clenched as she darts her eyes towards Sam. you sigh and drop your lids for effect; "Sam, this was amazing, and thank you so much for hosting the team. I would stay for another drink with you but," you force a yawn as you wave your hand in front of your face, "I'm just so exhausted after the game, you know how it is..." 

"ah, okay," Sam starts, rubbing his palms together as his disappointment gets concealed under a kind smile, "get your rest, y/n- and you too, Gia, of course." 

when you're finally back in Gia's car -- squished into the backseat with Isaac in front of you in the passenger seat -- she refuses to start the car. 

"what do you mean you're tired?!" she yells at you, the small car making the noise ten times louder. you smack her arm; "shut up! what's your problem?!" you shout back.

"I think he wanted to get to know you a bit more..." Isaac urges.

"ugh! I have nothing more to say! we've basically gotten to know everything about each other already," you complain, and Gia looks at you with one eyebrow raised. "you're so annoying. why don't you ever let me wingman you?" she finally turns the key in the ignition, pulling out of her parking spot and starting down the road. 

"just leave me alone," you mutter, fishing your headphones out of your gym bag and putting them over your ears. like a grumpy teenager, you play your music loud to shut out the sound of Gia and Isaac talking, leaning on the window beside you as you look out at the passing cars. your mind can't help but drift to Jamie again, still upset by his mean tone towards you. according to Isaac, he's apparently 'gotten better', whatever that's supposed to mean. because to you, he just seems like the same old egotistical prick like when he first came to Richmond on loan from Man City. even when he played in blue you respected him as a footballer, and were actually quite excited to see him come to help an underdog team. 

when Gia finally turns into your road, the recognisable row of houses coming into your view, you pull your headphones off. "I don't think that's a good idea," Gia sighs, but Isaac protests; "no, I swear, I think it'll work." 

"what will work?" you ask, unclicking your seatbelt and leaning between the two of them as Gia pulls into your driveway.

"jesus, y/n, you're gonna give me a heart attack," Isaac groans, holding a hand to his chest. 

they ignore your question, and you let it go, eager to get inside to your big warm bed. the second the car stops, you jump out, speeding to your front door. you unlock it, slipping inside and quickly taking off your shoes at the doormat. almost slipping on the hardwood floors, you run to the stairs, sprinting up to the next floor and straight into your big bedroom. luckily enough, your house has one bedroom downstairs and another upstairs, both with bathrooms on each floor, allowing you to have your own space. you wouldn't mind sharing with Gia, and you actually both slept downstairs for the first week of you living here. you would never admit it to anyone else, but you were a bit scared of how high the ceilings of the upstairs bedroom reached, especially considering the attic above it to which you didn't have any access. 

you close the door and press your back into it, tipping your head back and sighing, eyes closed. dropping your bag at your feet, you dig your phone out of your pocket, seeing texts in your family group chat congratulating you on your win. you thank them in reply before getting ready for bed. finally nestled in the duvet, you scroll through your phone, mindlessly switching between tiktok and instagram as you only half-absorb everything you see. that is, until a press junket with Roy, Jamie, and Sam, pops up on your for you page. Sam's smiling face makes your cheeks warm, his smile absolutely contagious. Jamie, however, looks fucking miserable. 

Roy is between them, calling on interviewers. "Jamie, on the heels of making your England debut, how does it feel to be named Premiere League Player of the Month?" one of them asks him off-camera. the Jamie you spoke to today would have been absolutely gassed by that question, but the Jamie on your screen doesn't seem as thrilled. Roy rolls his eyes, obviously expecting him to be a prick about the question, but instead, he gives a half-assed shrug. "uh-, ehm, yeah, yeah, it feels good, I guess. but it's really the team making me look good. so, I should be doing a better job of making them look good, really." your expression matches that of Roy and Sam on your screen, the shock evident on your face as you sit up in bed. he goes on to object his award, despite how much the other two big him up. 

the timid look on his face breaks your heart a little bit, and seeing the way his eyes seem to glaze over when he's not speaking makes you question whether he's the same man you met today. is this what Sam and Isaac were talking about? switching apps, you type his name into instagram, quickly finding his verified account. you scroll through his pictures, seeing mostly promo pictures for Richmond, or random brand deals he's done. there's nothing personal about his page, and his cocky pout in all of his pictures gives you the ick immediately. any vulnerability he had in that interview completely slips your mind as you sigh deeply, locking your phone and placing it next to your bed. you lay down again, closing your eyes and breathing deep, and right before you drift off, those dark blue eyes challenging you at the bar are the last thing you see before slipping into sleep.

you, Gia, and Isaac all pile into her car on monday morning, heading to Richmond for another day of training. "just to give you a heads up, y/n," Gia says as she starts the car, "we're trying something different at training today." you perk up, leaning forward to feel less like a third wheel between the couple. 

"oooh, what are you planning for us captain?"

"over the weekend, Isaac and I were discussing maybe combining our morning trainings with the guys? just to spice things up a little, you know?"

"yeah, because it's the middle of the season and everything, Gia and I thought we could use a little switch up just to make things more fun." Isaac adds.

"oh yeah! that's a great idea," you say, genuine excitement in your voice. Isaac stares at you with a furrowed brow, trying to sense any sarcasm in your tone, and Gia's silence proves she's thinking the same thing. "whatever you do, don't make me train with Tartt. if you can promise me that, then I'll try to have fun." your emphasis on the last word is only half-mocking -- you really do want to try to make football fun for you again. 

"y/n..." Gia trails off before taking a deep breath, "it's gonna be quite hard to train you both as strikers if you don't train together..."

"that's not true!" you protest, shaking your head with a confused face, "just make me striker for one half of the training team, and make him striker for the other, that way we won't have to interact." 

"right, until you play a game against each other," Isaac adds, "what then?" 

"then I'll just have to fucking destroy him." you huff, leaning back in your seat and peering out the window. maybe kicking Jamie's ass in training is what will make all of it a lot more fun. the grumpy expression on your face contradicts your thoughts, the image of an anxious Jamie replaying in your head. you can't seem to get his big, sad eyes out of your mind, his eyebrows knitted together in worry and discomfort. Roy and Sam seemed equally as surprised in the moment as you were watching the reupload last night, and seeing that different side of him makes you think that maybe today he'll be different than at your match on saturday. maybe he was just having a bad day.

"good mornin' dickhead. ready to get your arse kicked?" Jamie's smug face winks at you as you meet him in the hallway on your way to the training pitch. "hi Jamie," you respond with a flat, unamused tone; he wasn't just having a bad day then. both dressed in different colour training kits, the men's and women's team flood onto the grass, crowding in front of the coaches as they await an explanation for their joint training. Gia and Isaac step out of the large group of players and stand in front of them, ready to give their announcement. 

"so, here's the plan." Isaac's booming voice quiets the chattering players. you're already listening, of course, refusing to talk to Jamie who is still standing next to you. "psst," he leans closer to you, and you reflexively lean the other way, "do you think they're gonna make us tie a string from our dicks to your tits and make us play." with a disgusted grimace on your face, you side-eye him, catching a glimpse of his cocky grin. you roll your eyes, redirecting your attention to your captain. 

"Isaac and I have decided that we're all going to train together this morning, and in the afternoon, we split off again." Gia announces.

"the point of today is to get you guys to have fun with football. just for this morning, you can all forget about the upcoming men's match this friday, and the girls can recover after their amazing win last saturday!" the group all clap and cheer at Isaac's words, both in excitement for the next match, as well as in celebration of the last match. clapping and smiling along with the group, you nudge your shoulder to one of your teammate's next to you, temporarily forgetting about the annoying presence beside you. 

once everyone calms down again, Gia continues the pair's speech; "we're gonna start by having you all group up with everyone who plays your position. wingers with wingers, strikers with strikers, defenders with defenders, that kinda thing,"

your mouth drops, and you gawk at Gia who tries desperately to avoid your gaze, but eventually gives in. "I'm sorry," she mouths with a shrug, and your shocked expression turns into a bored one as you turn to face Jamie. with a smug smile on his face, he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek as you both cross your arms across your chest. 

"you've got to be fucking kidding me," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you try to calm yourself with a few deep breaths. when you look up again, Jamie is staring down at his feet, digging his studs into the grass. rolling your eyes, you turn to face Gia and Isaac again. everyone has grouped up, and you and Jamie seem to be the only pair. your brows furrow as you look around; "is there not even a second teamer than can join us? please, Gia," 

"nope," she pops her lips together as she says it, "you two are they only strikers." her voice is stern, and you narrow your eyes at her with a curt nod. "right..." you drawl as you stare at her, challenging her. her simple smile is unwavering, and she's clearly not giving this up. she cocks her head towards Jamie, who is still distracted by his own boots. sighing loudly, you untangle your arms to slap a hand to his, feeling his hard muscles through his long sleeve. the feeling surprises you, and you let yourself glance at his biceps, the taut fabric stretching over them. keeping the disgusted look on your face, you hope he doesn't notice you checking him out. when you lift your eyes, however, he's looking you straight in the eye. you jump at the sudden eye contact, frowning at his forwardness. 

"is there something on my arm?" he asks you, not taking his eyes off yours.

"no," you snap, and you hope the blush creeping up your cheeks is just because of the cold autumn air. 

"are you blushing?" 

"no, fuck off," you mutter, slapping his arm again as you turn your attention away from him. Gia and Isaac take turns explaining how today's training is organised, assigning different coaches to different groups. thankfully, Isaac gives Roy the responsibility of making sure you don't murder Jamie during your session. "alright, let's go!" Isaac shouts, Beard blowing his whistle. you stay rooted in place, trying your hardest to find it in you to actually go interact with Jamie. him and Roy are already making their way to the goal to the left of the pitch, footballs in hand. 

"good luck, y/n." Sam's voice appears, alongside a hand on your shoulder. you place your hand on his, smiling up at him meekly. "thank you, Sam... have fun!" his smile is warm and sympathetic, and you kind of appreciate the pity, it's more than Gia gave you. Sam's words give you the courage to finally move, slowly falling into a jog as you head towards the far side of the pitch. if the whole point of today was to have fun, why the fuck would they lump you and Jamie together with Roy as your peacekeeper?

"alright you two..." Roy says as you approach. you stand next to Jamie, leaving an obnoxious amount of distance between the two of you. Roy tosses you a bright orange football before continuing; "I've been told you need to be friends. I wouldn't have a fucking clue why since you're not even on the same team, but whatever. we're gonna keep it simple, you each take turns kicking the ball against the goalpost, whenever one of you fucks up and kicks it into the goal, you both get down and do fifteen push-ups. understood?" 

"so scoring a goal is bad? what is that supposed to teach us?" you ask.

"and if she fucks it, which she probably will, I have to do push-ups?" Jamie groans.

"yes." Roy says, a simple answer to two apparently-simple questions. 

"jesus christ," you and Jamie both mutter at the same time, making you both look at each other and roll your eyes, also at the exact same time.

you move toward the penalty spot to go first, ignoring how in sync you two seem to be, and the ball firmly at your feet. you push down you right sock before pulling the left as high up your leg as possible. taking a few steps back, you blow out a sharp breath before charging forward and kicking the ball, perfectly hitting the middle of the top goal post. Roy claps with a small smile on his face, and you look at him proudly. without a word, Jamie bumps into you as he places his ball down, quickly taking a shot, the ball smacking in exactly the same spot as yours had. you both jog to collect your footballs, and you decide to up the stakes. aiming for the top goal post again, you now kick the ball so it curves up high into the air before slowly dropping and bouncing off the right spot. Jamie wastes no time to copy you, even turning his back to the goal in a cocky manner, knowing he aimed it perfectly. he holds his hands up in the air as he slowly spins around, proud smile on his face. you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time, turning your head away from him to hide the way the corners of your mouth lift slightly at his bragging. pressing a hand into his chest, you push him out of the way for you to take your next kick, and you finally let the smile through. 

with a loud laugh, Jamie claps and whoops, pushing his fists into the air; "I did it! I made it laugh!" 

"it?!" you shout back, obviously offended.

"go on then, try something harder." he cocks his head towards the goal, biting down on his bottom lip as he grins at you. you run towards the ball and thrust your hip forward with as much might as you can muster, swinging your leg. the ball shoots at the goal, knocking off the top one before bouncing against the left post. "ha!" you shout as you turn to Jamie, pointing a finger at him, "watch out Tartt, I might be coming for your reputation," you mock his words from saturday evening, and he struggles to wipe the shock from his face. his lips are pouted with is eyebrows raised, head tipped forward as he looks between the ball, to the goal post, back to you. his jaw clenches, and you can see his sharp jawline jutting out before his adam's apple bobs up and down with a gulp. although it's mid-october, the skin of his neck is still sun kissed from summer, and you let your eyes drift down to the collar of his navy training top. even through the fabric, the muscles in his shoulders are defined, and the lines on his biceps are still showing without him needing to flex.

"what?" his voice snaps you out of your daze, dragging you back to the cold pitch. your cheeks feel hot again, and you do your best to look pissed off at him; "what?" you snarl back.

"you're staring at me." 

"no I'm not," you mutter, turning away from him and abruptly jogging toward the side of the pitch. as you run away from Jamie, you squeeze your eyes shut, cringing at yourself. what possessed you to just run away? grabbing your water bottle, you chug as much as you can in one go, taking a few deep breaths. "come on, y/n... focus," you mumble to yourself before walking back to the goal as casually as possible. 

neither Roy nor Jamie bring up your little trance, and you count yourself lucky since it would be pretty good ammo for Jamie to annoy you with. the two of you continue your competition, the smack of the ball against the goal becoming almost rhythmic as you don't waste any time to outdo each other with each turn. Jamie even takes it to the next level, moving to the middle between the penalty and the halfway line. from there, he attempts to hit to goal post, and you hold your breath as you watch the ball soar through the air. Jamie locks his hands behind his head, and you have to tear your eyes away from his arms yet again. the ball skims past the top post, missing it by mere centimetres, and you flinch as Jamie screams at the top of his lungs. you stare at him with wide eyes as he falls to his knees, keeping his hands behind his head as he plants his forehead into the grass. he groans and whines to himself dramatically, and you look to Roy. when you see him look equally as confused as you are, you find your feet carrying yourself towards a floored Jamie. 

"Jamie?" you ask with a soft voice, reaching a finger out and poking him in the back, "you okay?" 

"did I lose?" he asks, voice high pitched and cracking.

"Jamie, what the fuck? get up!" your tone is no longer gentle as you poke him harder and tapping your foot to his ass. he lets himself topple over, lying on the ground in fetal position, faking loud racking sobs. looking around you, you notice a few other footballers staring at you two, clearly concerned and confused. you crouch down, looking at him with your mouth drawn in a tight line, rubbing your hand over his arm. 

"Jamie, baby, should I get the medic?" you pout as you coo at him condescendingly, and the petname snaps him out of his dramatics. his face morphs from a cry to a disgusted look as he stares at you. you tilt your head to the side; "if you do these push-ups with me I'll let your mistake pass as a bit of fun." 

he jumps up almost immediately, jogging towards Roy before you can even stand up straight. getting down on his knees, he looks up at your coach and asks; "fifteen? why not twenty?" 

"fine." Roy grumbles and you look at him with a defeated look. "are you serious?" he shrugs at you as you whine, getting down on all fours in front of Jamie.

he smirks down at you, chuckling to himself as he contemplates his words for a few seconds; "you know, y/n, whenever I've imagined you in this position I'm usually behind you." 

his words knock the wind out of you, and you cough a few times as you sit up on your knees. you slap your hand on your chest as you clear your throat, completely shocked by the nerve of Jamie Tartt. throwing his head back, he laughs at your reaction, hand clutching his stomach as he struggles for air. Roy doesn't say a word, doesn't even laugh, just looks around waiting for you two to stop your antics. as Jamie recovers from his laughing fit, and you finally stop coughing, he keeps his eyes on you as he drops forward, planting his hands in the grass. "you know I'm just joking, yeah?" his words may be kind, but the brazen smirk on his face says otherwise. with a wink, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip before dropping his eyes to your lips briefly. your mouth opens slightly, his behaviour giving you absolute whiplash. he's teasing you, winding you up, but also flirting? you give your head a shake before putting your hands down again, keeping your eyes glued to the ground as you try to hide the blush inevitably making its way up your face. 

"okay, stop fucking around," Roy interrupts the flustered silence, watching as you and Jamie push up onto your feet, holding your body weight with your arms. he starts counting out loud, going painfully slow so you have to continue holding yourself up as you wait for him to say the next number. still facing the ground, you huff breaths out through your mouth, still persevering. glancing at Jamie, you look up through your eyelashes to see his strong arms flexing as he pumps up and down. his fingers clench, digging into the ground as he brings his chest all the way down, brushing the blades of grass without letting go of the push-up. the lines in his arms are impossibly deeper now, and you can see his shoulders bulging through his top. your jaw slack, you drag your eyes up to his neck, seeing the muscles strain in its sides. 

"y/n!" Roy shouts, making you jump and sag through your elbows a little before picking your weight back up. your head snaps up to look at Jamie, who's staring at you with an amused grin, eyes dark with his pupils blown wide; "you missed a count, love," he drawls, "too busy starin'?"

embarrassment takes over as you roll your lips and put your head down, arms starting to shake as your holding plank becomes almost unbearable. you just got caught staring at Jamie's muscles, again, by both him and Roy. all you want is to run inside, lock yourself in the bathroom, and never show your face. instead, you mumble a "sorry" and continue your push-ups in front of Jamie. as Roy starts counting again, you screw your eyes shut, swearing not to let them drift across Jamie's body ever again. you squeeze your eyes so hard you start seeing red specks float across your vision. Roy gets to eighteen, and your ears throb as your blood pumps quickly. your arms shiver under your weight as he counts excruciatingly slowly. but on number nineteen, your body suddenly tenses, feeling warmth on your right hand. you allow one eye to open, squinting down at your hand, only to see Jamie's fingers laying between yours.

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NEW SERIES!! thank you so much for all the love on my last series! if you haven't read it yet, please check it out if you'd like to!

sorry for the big build up with Sam and everything, but I had to give you a reason to hate Jamie, didn't I? I'm really excited to write this, I'm all for longwinded tension ;p

[wosorabbitholes]

Ok, can someone please write this fic? I tried but I'm awful at it.

Reader just got a new job as a referee in Spain not knowing anything about Liga F or the players, and trying to keep it that way because she wanted to be biased. All her friends from back home kept mentioning their favorite players, but she turned a deaf ear. The day that she was going to arbitrate her first game, she decides to stop at a nearby coffee shop before getting to the Johan Cruyff. She orders and gets her coffee but gets distracted by a call bumps into a blonde literally spilling her whole coffee on the (extremely attractive) blonde. She swears at reader in Spanish and even when reader tries to apologize and offers to pay for her order, the spaniard completely ignores her and flicks her off. Reader forgets about the coffee and leaves. She gets to the stadium, pissed off, but excited to run for 90 minutes to sweat the anger off. Gets ready in the referee locker room and heads to the tunnel without looking at any of the players. Once on the field, when it's time for the coin toss, you go to shake both captains' hands and that's when it hits both, you and the Barça captain, at the same time, shocked, pissed and a little intrigued. She was the blonde from the coffee shop. And that is how it all starts, from anger and hate to getting a little flirty on the field, to a drunk one night stand, to falling for la Reina, Alexia Putellas.

I literally have the whole idea on my head but don't know how to word/assemble it. It can literally be so so so many parts. There can be parts on jealousy, smuts, angst, fluff, etc.

Can someone bring my vision to life? 🥴🫠

Oh and this is what inspired the whole thing:

[gardenialver]

School Festival

synopsis - them going to see you at the school fair

pairing - keiji akaashi, hajime iwaizumi, tooru oikawa

content - reader is fem, I'm sorry I'm working on a gn reader I promise, Oikawa's a little cocky, second hand embarrassment slightly, mentions of infections, I may or may not have stolen the plot of hsm 3 in one of them, the schools I mention in here are fake, fluffy fluffy

Keiji Akaashi

You had told him that since it would be you two's last high school festival he absolutely had to come see you, of course he already was but this made him anticipate it the slightest bit more.

Seemingly the drama clubs booth was the most spoken of, making the boy a little nervous. He'd go back and forth from his phone, waiting for you to message him and despite Keiji's often cool demeanor, the moment he received a text from you, he stood up with so much energy and speed the chair fell, the impact causing everyone else in the room to jump.

The setter ran out of his class to the school's gymnasium, only stopping at a gray plastic table, a cloth with the school's colours draped over it, 'Senior Year: American Style'

The first years sat behind the table smiled at the volleyball team captain, "Hello, Akaashi-san, 50 yen please?" Smiling, Keiji began to regain his breath as he took out the coin. They traded the coin for a ticket, "We gave you a discount, only Ikari-san is inside" they winked, referring to the drummer's boyfriend.

Looking at the array of chairs, the boy immediately took a seat close to the front, right in front of the orchestra and right in front of center stage. Looking to the side, the drummer's boyfriend smiled and greeted him, returning the gesture, Keiji listened to the announcement that followed, allowing the entire school to know to gather in the gymnasium for the drama club's festival wrap up performance.

Thankfully for Keiji, most people had already been anticipating the performance and the gymnasium was almost full within 7 minutes of the announcement. The number of people was often the queue for the orchestra to begin setting up and that they did.

Keiji had memorized the timing of performances after 3 years of attending them. After 4 minutes, the lighting settled, a single spotlight aiming at the pianist who introduced the musicians with a wave of each arm to each side.

As they sat down and began to play a few notes, the performance had finally started. With a soft and serene melody, the pianist and choreographer introduced the musical, that was until a second year dressed in a referee outfit blew a whistle.

A basketball hoop, soccer net, volleyball net, and scoreboard, were lowered, the audience immediately began clapping for the cheerleaders who came out. They cheered for the Fukurodani sports teams, the atmosphere becoming slightly tense, as if they were at a real game.

And as if the crowd wasn't already excited enough, members of both girls and boys teams of Fukurodani came out, the audience now standing and clapping, cheering for the members of the teams out, Keiji scoffed at the sight of Anahori and Wataru also there dancing, still clapping for them nonetheless.

The fun atmosphere was upheld for the next few performances, one of them being of the choreographer being twirled around by other second years and first years in pink wigs.

Keiji's eyes peeked down at the pamphlet, getting his phone out to film your performance, camera pointed at the stage, instead a boy spun out of the prop windows.

Another voice sang but from the other side of the gymnasium, and there you were, a little flower-patterned sundress on, elegantly bouncing and twirling your way towards the stage, winking as you caught eye contact with your boyfriend.

Stepping into the orchestra, you begun to play around with pianist and musicians, your boyfriend shaking his head with a smile at your childish behaviour.

Your way onto the stage was by climbing the tree prop, the boy's face leaning close to yours, that was until he walked in the other direction of the prop patio, the two of you playfully taking little steps and glances at each other, your glances making eye contact with Keiji every now and then.

Despite the fact that you and the boy were supposed to be romantic interests in the musical, Keiji could only focus on your voice, how perfectly melodious it was, and the way your sundress would float around your legs, just as it would when you would twirl to show your outfits to him.

The two of you danced around stage and while you sang lyrics about only wanting to be with the boy, your mind was on Keiji, and every other moment so were your eyes.

The rest of the senior cast also made their way behind the prop clear door, some of them sticking their faces out, and as you sung the lyrics "cause we'll always be together" while being spun by the boy, the rest of the cast joined you.

You held onto the guards of the patio, facing the audience while the boy had opened the doors for the rest of the cast to enter, with the lighting, Keiji smiled softly as your eyes glassed over.

The first one to greet you was your best friend and Keiji was of course impressed as you managed to hold your tone and pitch as you hugged her close, you spun around the patio, hugging the choreographer, bumping hips with the cheerleader you would eat lunch with.

Two athletes picked you up, spinning you around and coming close to kiss your cheeks, a grin encasing your face, Keiji's heart warm at your reactions, Anahori had wrapped his arms around you from behind, your hands going up to his arms and leaning side to side with him.

As he let go you came face to face with the boy and he gave you a bouquet. Your shoulder leaned into him and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, that was when Keiji finally realized that the boy was your childhood pen pal.

You continued to sing, this time harmonizing, your voice clear and loud, Keiji had wished someone recorded your microphone when you sang the next few lines because your voice simply sounded the epitome of beauty.

Keiji had got up and started clapping, one of his only moments of extraversion in contrast to his usual recluded personality, your eyes going to him with a smile, a smile that you would only use with him and he returned it, the rest of the crowd quickly followed his actions.

Pulling out a flower, you tossed it down to the pianist, blowing a kiss at them, the two of you slightly teary-eyed at each other. As the song came to an end, a wild round of applause greeted you. With a sigh and a smile you ushered people off the stage, one of the second years running in front of the closing curtains with a sign that read 'intermission'

Not having noticed this before, Keiji's body was stiff, having watched his girlfriend's performance closely, he allowed his body to relax and awaited the curtains to open again.

A bright light made him take out his phone, 'curtain opens in a minute ;P' and as promised the second year came out again, taking the sign, "Curtains open in 30 seconds" He projected before running back in.

This time a more upbeat melody took over, 4 senior boys sang about not wanting to swear suits, it then transitioned over to 4 girls, you being one of them. You spun around holding a dress to your body. As the song progressed Keiji couldn't help but be impressed at the choreographers attention to detail.

The consistent changes in levels between the two sides, Keiji had never been to prom and only had a loose understanding of it from American movies but it sounded as if you'd be pampered and pretty and he enjoyed both of those.

The stage turned around and Keiji smiled at the small sight of you running off to change your costume. When the stage turned back around, the boy's eyes widened at how quick this costume change was.

Thin wooden house props were shown with a boy in front of each one, the only other feature being a small square piece that was cut from the top of each house to look like a window.

Each window frame was aggressively opened with the doorbell sound effect and Keiji had to cough to cover up his snort, the action receiving many looks from around him.

Even though there was a small moment of humour, seeing you dressed up in a very glam style was incredibly fulfilling to him. He watched amazed as always at the full stage, other cast members dancing around synchronized, it was hard to believe you were all only high schoolers.

And when the number ended Keiji chuckled at the number of students scampering off stage, specifically third years. The curtain had reopened very slowly this time, a low, soft harmonizing from the juniors up front, clad in white graduation gowns.

Cheers erupted at the sight, "Ladies and gentlemen, our seniors," The head theatre club teacher introduced, 8 of you walking to the front, differentiated by black and gold gowns. You stood lined up to his seat.

The teacher began to reveal the recipents of the top music school's scholarships, joking around with other students that had passed until the attention had landed on you.

"Now I believe a graduate who has a decision to make, Ms. [Last Name]," With a sharp exhale you stepped up the stage, only a few centimeters away from the edge.

"I've chosen music and dance," Cheers erupted, Keiji smiling up at you, "But I've also chosen archery, the Central Tokyo University offers me both. But most importantly I've chosen the person who inspires my heart,"

Throwing a pink rose at your boyfriend from the stage you pointed a hand at him, "Only 12 kilometers away from you, Akaashi Keiji, captain of the Fukurodani boys volleyball team, Atama University, Literature, Psychology, and Art Management,"

Applause headed through out and your often level-headed lover was now sinking slightly into their chair, hiding their face while maintaining eye contact with you. The wildest grin on his face and when the show was finally over, he was the one to smother you before you could leap into him.

As the two of you embraced each other he kissed your temple, "Thank you, thank you so much [Name]," You giggle into him, the fabric of your graduation gown making you slide down. "Of course Keiji"

Hajime Iwaizumi

You and your boyfriend stared at each other in disbelief. "Babe what the eff is going on?" He looked at you with an equally confused expression, "I don't know either,"

Behind the two of you laid a background of pink, hearts blooming everywhere and a large arch, bold letters glaring at both you and anyone who cared to watch, 'Aoba Johsai's Couple Contest" It read and you felt your eye twitch.

Since the floral club was fairly small apparently they had banded with the volleyball club to volunteer the two of you for the contest. While Hajime glared at Oikawa, you sent one to your club exec she gave you a sorry look with prayer hands, taking out her phone and showing it to you with large font on her screen.

'I'M SO SORRY [NICKNAME]-CHAN THE PRIZE WAS A 5000 YEN GIFT CARD FOR THE CLUB AND A PAID CLUB DINNER' Your eyes remained on her, lifeless and burning holes into her. Turning her phone, her thumbs frantically wrote one more thing.

'THE WINNING COUPLE GETS A 70 000 YEN GIFT CARD TO EVERY DEPARTMENT STORE IN MIYAGI AND 10 FREE TICKETS TO ANY BOOTH HERE' reading that part you straightened up and sent a reluctant thumbs up, the members of your club sighing with a hand to their chests'.

The volleyball club however didn't seem to have as much luck with their vice-captain who was mouthing curses and shaking his fists at them. Gently placing a hand on his bicep "Hey babe, if we win we get to have a chicken and burger party, and a 70 000 yen gift card to every department store in Sendai, and also get to go to 10 booths for free, I could get that ducky plushie I saw."

His brows furrowed at first but then nodded, your eyes sparkling at the thought of going shopping and the duck you had gotten attached to. He nodded with pursed lips, "Ok, we'll do it, let's do our best ok?" You nodded with a smile.

He leaned in towards your head before being aware of his surroundings and taking a step back, the volleyball boys making teasing noises at him.

You could see his veins popping and stopped him with an arm, turning to the boys you looked at them with a smile. A smile that wasn't persay necessarily kinda, moreso 'do you want to know what happens if you continue to act like monkeys?'

Shuddering they took a step back, bowing at you. Before anything else could occur, the announcer took place, "Welcome everyone to the Aoba Johsai couple contest, the winning couple will win a meal for their club, 5000 yen, a 70 000 yen gift card to every department store in Sendai, and 10 tickets to all booths at our annual school festival!"

Cheers rang out and you and Hajime turned around to the other couples, staring at each other jaw-dropped at the sights around you. High school couples were cuddling each other, exchanging kisses and leaning on each other. To say the least both of you were shocked at their shameless PDA.

"O-oh sh-should we or?" You asked confused if you two should be following their lead, awkwardly the two of you tried to hug, your arm sort of flailing around each other and rotating a few times. Out of embarrassment you just shook hands with thumbs up as if you just contracted to be a brand ambassador.

Your clumsiness in public romance however was saved by the MC "Our first event will be the all time favourite bridal style endurance challenge, our contestants will carry their partners in a wedding style fashion for 5 minutes, if they drop their partner they will be eliminated"

The big timer on the screen began to countdown 10 seconds and you stretched your legs slightly getting ready for them to be slightly cramped. At the beep you were scooped up and just like before you had blank faces, your hands covering your face out of self-consciousness.

Hajime was narrating for you, "The basketball team and chess club lost, the poetry club as well, actually they lasted longer than I thought they would, their legs were shaking the entire time."

"The mechanics club, actually the camping club just lost, I thought they would've won since you know they're always carrying equipment, oh they just started fat shaming each other, the light rock band is doing pretty good, so is the soccer team, the fencing club, and the theater club is doing well. The home economics club is shaking but they're still in-"

Your boyfriend was cut off by the MC "Come on volleyball club, floral arrangements club, show some more love!" You felt your eye twitch and with a shaky smile you made a finger heart Hajime snorted at.

"Stop this is so embarrassing where is that gift card, I wanna go home." "I'm actually enjoying this dear," He teased and you groaned into your hands.

A beep signaled that the event was over. "Congratulations to the soccer club, volleyball and floral adjacent, theater club, debate team, home ec, and light rock band for remaining, now we'll have a representative from each couple come and pick a mystery bag.

Waiting for everyone to pick a bag you took the last one and scurried over to Hajime, opening it, the two of you stared at what was in it, both of your heads tilting.

"WELCOME TO OUR SECOND CHALLENGE, OUR COUPLES WILL BE DRESSING EACH OTHER UP AND TAKING PHOTOS IN THE MAKESHIFT PHOTOBOOTH PROVIDED BY THE ART AND PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB, AUDIENCES WILL THEN VOTE FOR THE TOP THREE CUTEST PICTURES, WHICH COUPLE HAS BAG ONE?"

The light rock club raised their hands and went in. "Tiaras, gloves, earrings, ooh scepter, rings, necklaces, which colour do you want?" Squinting at the contents of the bag, then to the screen, then to Oikawa he sighed, "Uh, the blue one? I don't think purple suits me." You nodded, separating the two colours so it'd be easier to put on.

"OUR FIRST COUPLE IS RETURNING, COUPLE WITH BAG NUMBER TWO PLEASE GO TO THE ART AND PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB." The debate team went to the back of stage and you and Hajime whispered to each other on what poses you would do, "Heart" "Heart, kiss?"

You pursed your lips, unsure if you'd be comfortable with that much PDA, "Ok kiss on cheek, confetti," His brows furrowed, unsure if it would be too messy. For some reason the debate team came out pretty quickly, satisfied looks on their faces. "Oh" You two shared, assuming the worst.

"OUR THIRD COUPLE" The soccer club and manager began to go in, smirking at you two as you stood cluelessly and just as they disappeared the boy who's name you couldn't remember for the life of you sliced his neck and stuck out his tongue at Hajime.

You made a question mark with your fingers and he shrugged although you could see a vein of his popping out. Gently reaching out to his hand you patted it, similar to how a grandma would after giving you candy.

The theater club went in and you two followed as they exited. "[Last name]-senpai," "Oh Chiyo-chan?" You questioned at your kouhai, "I'm helping with the art club, I designed the frames," Laughing endearingly at her enthusiasm, you ruffled her hair. "That's pretty cool Chiyo, do you think you could make confetti and throw it on us for the last photo," She threw a thumbs up at you and you pressed your thumb to hers.

"Iwaizumi-san, [Lastname]-san-" "Stop being so formal Takahiro" You warned, Hajime leaning against your hand as he tried to grab at his teammate.

He simply stuck his tongue out at your boyfriend before turning to you, "You two can choose from 4 frames and 6 frames, you can choose your frame design with [Name]'s kouhai, we'll give you 3 minutes to get ready since you guys have the most intricate costume, I'll buy you ramen after this Iwaizumi," He apologized and left to talk with the photographer.

Taking out the tiara from the bag you placed it on your crouched boyfriend's head, giggling at him, "You look very pretty my love" You teased and he rolled his eyes, clasping the plastic necklace on you. Having gotten used to you constantly adjusting your hair, he brushed it away with fingers and placed the purple tiara on your head, you clipped the earrings to him.

Almost done you passed him blue gloves and began to wear purple ones. Both of you holding onto plastic scepters with your respective colours in the middle of hearts.

You gave your boyfriend a little twirl, touching your scepter to his, "You look cute" He commented, tipping your tiara back in place. "Ok couple 5 how many frames would you like, 6 ok please stand on the X marked in front of the camera" You snickered at Hajime's face when Hanamaki had answered for the two of you without even looking.

"WAIT IWAIZUMI WHAT ARE YOU WEARING" He began chortling at the sight of the tough volleyball vice captain in a blue gemmed tiara and earrings. It came to an end though when you threw the bag at his face, "Shut it Takahiro," "Sorry ma'am, no wonder you two got together" He muttered at your violence.

The first two photos were the given heart hands hugging, his cheek pressed close to yours as you both spelled the camera. He then leaned in to kiss your cheek, his ears tinged red and you laughed at his reaction, your arms hanging off of his shoulders.

As a joke you pretended to propose with the little blue heart ring and he faked surprise. In the next photo the two of you were showing off your heart rings to the camera.

And as per to your request Chiyo threw confetti, well cut up pieces of tissue paper, at the two of you as Hajime spun you. Hanamaki whispered something to cameraman who was also pink in the face, having been talking to the club member next to him about how this was the type of stuff to only be shown in romance mangas or dramas.

"We're gonna go for 4 more extra photos in case you want to replace any." Hajime sent a thumbs up to Hanamaki as you were trying to clean up the confetti with a random broom.

Kicking the broom away, your boyfriend grabbed you by your legs and you held onto his chest to steady yourself, your other sceptered hand holding onto your tiara, a surprised expression on your face and a grin on his.

After calming down you asked Hanamaki for any plushy and the camera man offered a dog plush he won at a booth. Kicking your boyfriend away you placed the dog plush on the floor after doing a lot of wiping on it and pretended to use magic on it.

Returning it you dragged your boyfriend back into frame, pointing your wand at him this time and he kissed your forehead. Bending he motioned for you to get on, he piggy backed you, the soles of your shoes pointed at the camera and so was the wand, however, you kissed Hajime's cheek this time, one of his hands squishing your cheeks mockingly.

Jumping off you ran over to Chiyo while Hanamaki, the cameraman, and the cameraman's friend clapped for a blushing Iwaizumi. "Did they come out ok Chiyo?" You asked, your cheeks warm as the realization of what happened coming back to you.

"Sorry senpai, I kinda chose everything for you since I know you so well," Quirking an eyebrow at her you motioned for her to at least show you the frame designs. Scrolling on her tablet you complimented her skills.

"Oh this one's pretty Chichi," You pointed to a frame with pink, blue, and purple mixing while ribbons, hearts, and flowers were scattered around. "See I told you I know what you like senpai," Rolling your eyes you patted her back, "You did well, thanks for your hard work Chiyo," She wrapped her arms around your waist, "Anything to witness romance up close"

You rolled your eyes, taking off everything except for the tiara, Hajime was doing the same thing except he kept the ring, "We're married now I have to show people that," You furrowed your brows but went along with it, keeping yours.

Now that you were all finished, a few of the other couples kept their accessories on, a few with matching headbands and sunglasses. "NOW THAT OUR LAST COUPLE HAS RETURNED LET'S START WITH OUR VOTING, WHILE OUR COUPLES WERE BUSY DOING THE MISSION WE HANDED OUT CLICKERS. WHEN YOU WANT TO VOTE JUST CLICK THE BUTT. ON, YOU CAN ONLY VOTE TWICE,"

You sort of zoned everything out, simply staring at the screen rather than the audience. The first couple had matching bunny headbands, the second had matching berets and just as you assumed they were doing too much and Hajime's hand went to cover your eyes.

"Oh Lord," You heard him mutter at the screen change, apparently the Soccer team had Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde hats on and the audience loved it but they did kinda makeout at one point and so Hajime's hands remained over your eyes.

The other couples passed and you could finally see what was on the screen, it actually wasn't bad. Sure it was fun but you assumed they wouldn't turn out that great given you had been mostly goofing off together.

It was actually really cute and you marveled at how happy the two of you appeared. When it was official voting time after everyone was presented, you received printed copies of your photos. The 'extra' photos you had taken in case the others weren't the best were put into a larger 4 framed film. You smiled at them, "Hajime you look really handsome here" You pointed out where he was grinning at your surprised expression.

He smiled and nudged you, "Look it's a princess" He pointed to you changing him from a dog to a human. You pouted embarrassed before the photography club returned to take the photos to put in a bag for when you'd leave.

"Well then our audience has voted and the three couples that will stay are, in third place, the theater club with their matching sunglasses, in second place the volleyball club florist club adjacent who's chemistry we got to finally see, and in first place is our soccer club with their matching character hats. Other teams please exit through the back where the art and photography club will hand you participation bags.

You stood with your boyfriend, teetering back and forth trying to entertain yourself, the soccer club had looked at the two of you cockily but you just looked at them confused.

"FOR OUR LAST EVENT AND TO DETERMINE THE WINNING COUPLE AND CLUB OF, I'm too tired to repeat it again, ANYWAYS WE WILL DO THE INFAMOUS POCKY CHALLENGE, OUR TALLER CONTESTANTS WILL PUT THEIR HANDS BEHIND THEIR BACK AS OUR SHORTER ONES WILL TRY TO GET THE SMALLEST PIECE POSSIBLE OF POCKY!"

Your boyfriend held your forearm, "Babe try not to get greedy and eat all of it," You stuck your tongue out at him but agreed. As a student came to give you a pocky stick you thanked them and placed it in Hajime's mouth who's hands were placed behind his back.

With a hand covering your mouth you giggled at how he looked, pushing him down with your shoulder to match your height. "Ok everyone is ready BEGIN"

You held onto his shoulder, your ring clad hand holding his face, "STOP CHEWING" Hajime yelled at you and you rolled your eyes. "Do vou shink dish ish shamll enough" "Nor go a litle more" Your lips grazed and suddenly you frowned, "Eughh I von't vant to do PDA" You complained, before moving forward and biting.

You dropped the remaining biscuit in your hand, it could've honestly been mistaken for a crumb rather than the remanent of this challenge. The MC made their way to you, measuring it before giving up.

They went to the soccer couple before going back to you, "THE WINNER OF THE AOBA JOHSAI SCHOOL FESTIVAL CLUB COUPLE CONTEST IS THE VOLLEYBALL FLORIST ADJACENT CLUB" Cheers rang out from where the volleyball players were and you put the crumb back in your mouth.

"Really?" You simply shrugged before leaning into him, "Thanks Hajime but I'm never doing this again." A few students came up to the two of you, placing a sash over your shoulders and giving you clear files with the yen for the clubs, the gift cards, the meal party tickets, and tickets for the festivals booths.

You smiled at the gift card before smiling at your boyfriend, receiving a bag to place everything in, you looked at the participation and winner awards, two packs of pocky in each, a bottle of banana milk, your photos from earlier and a larger framed one as well as a few polaroids of that moment, and an Aoba Johsai test notebook.

"What is this?" You asked holding it up, but Hajime shrugged, grabbing your hand in his, "Come on I'll win the duck plush for you, it has a partner apparently" You giggled at his enthusiasm, walking away with him, the tiara and scepter were put in the bags for you to take home but the rings were still sitting on both of your ring fingers.

Tooru Oikawa

"Ok so just let it dry for 3 more minutes and it should be ok just don't touch it for 5 minutes from now ok? Our class pres has some candy when you exit so just tell her which one you want." You waved the girl at your station off, to be fair you were the only one really working at your class' attraction, of course everyone else was doing what they could but unfortunately you were the only one who could paint.

You began disinfecting the brushes you just used, even if everyone you met didn't have it, you were scared of being liable for passing on ringworm in any way. You dried the last set of brushes for your next client? As the curtain was pushed open you greeted the next student without looking, "Hello," This time a more masculine voice greeted you.

"Would you like anything to eat or drink," You smiled at him, "Dou you have any electrolytes?" He asked and you pulled a few from the cooler beside you, "We have grapes, citrus, white peach, guava, and strawberry lemonade." "Can I have a white peach?"

You put the rest back and popped open the bottle, placed a straw and placed it in front of him. Grabbing a book you opened it to let him know what options he had, "We have flowery and butterfly like designs here, character and animal designs, smaller ones, fantasy like ones, ones that resemble tattoos, more makeup like ones."

Flipping through them he quirked his lips while you took out a few palettes and add-ons. "Could you free-hand but with this style?" You looked and nodded, "Do you want to add anything else, we have metallic paints, pearls, gems, glitter, and shells."

"Just surprise me, all the girls have been raving about your work so," You nodded and began to activate the paint. Passing him a headband you pointed to his bangs and he slipped it on. "Is there any part of your face you're uncomfortable with being touched?" "I'm fine with anything but lips, I'd rather yours touch those."

You stared at him confused, eyes going back and forth between your paint and his face, "Um, huh?" Embarrassed he hid his face, "NOTHING I AM SO SORRY," Awkwardly you patted his shoulder, "Um I need you to look up to you know paint your face."

He looked up with a red face, not knowing what to do with the complexion change you held a hand-held fan up to him to try and cool him, offering the drink as well. "I'm so sorry please continue,"

You nodded and dipped a sponge in a blue, green, and turquoise, wiping the excess on the back of your hand, you diluted it and then began to pat on his face, holding the back of his jaw with two fingers. Going over his eyes, his nose bridge, over his eyebrows, and lower to his cheeks.

Dabbing it, you dipped a new sponge into orange, purple, pink, and yellow and dabbed it in smaller portions with more saturation. Satisfied you took out a brush and dipped it in white, holding onto his face as you carved out parts of his face with intricate lining, the corner of your lip bit in concentration.

Fluttering his eyes open while you worked on his forehead he stared at you. He wasn't completely sure who you were, you were often in the art room during break periods, he'd see you running in the halls with a half tied ribbon hanging off your neck, some sort of new colour in your hair.

The proximity caused his ears to blush, your lips were right above him, your delicate fingers gently brushing his cheeks as you'd move his face and his eyes shut close again, what he couldn't tell was that you were also slightly flustered.

You were so close to the boy you could smell his shampoo which was honestly slightly distracting because it was a bit strong but you could tell it was at least not a 5 in 1.

Tucking your hair behind your ear you exhaled through your nose as you finally got all the tiny detailed lines out of the way. "Would you like something to eat?" "Uh, yeah on the sweeter side." "Is hard candy ok?"

And he gave a thumbs up while is eyes remained closed. Tearing the wrapper you held the candy by his lips and pushed it, your fingers just lightly grazing his lips, nonchalantly throwing the wrapper away and returning to your work.

"Um, is it ok if you pass me the white peach, I'm sorry I'm thirsty," "No it's alright." And as your sorted through the gems and pearls you held the straw up to his lip and flustered Oikawa drank, opening one of his eyes to see what was happening.

You were holding the drink in one hand for him and again focused, it was kind of endearing for him, you were so committed to your craft and expressions of concentration made him want to smother you in affection which didn't make much sense for the boy, you two barely know each other so why did he feel like if he got up he'd trip over himself.

"Ok I'm almost done, thank you for being so patient, I just have to add last minute details. Rubbing some highlighter on your middle finger, you applied it on the parts you wanted to be focused, under the eyes and where the background colour was heaviest.

You then stuck the pearls and pale blue gems under his eyes. Taking off his headband, you fixed his hair and held up a mirror, staring at him, waiting for his reaction.

He stared at his reflection, the mix of colour in the background looked like light radiating off onto him and the intricate lines ontop replicated a soft image of wings but the bottom of each wing sort of faded and blurred and spiraled almost like mist, the shimmer brought attention back to his eyes and so did the small gems, almost as if he were the personification of a sea maiden or the beautiful goddesses told in the stories his older sister used to tell him.

"Woah, how much does this cost," "It's free since it's a school event" You winked with your tongue sticking out of your lips slightly at the corners and a thumbs up. Grabbing a tissue he wrote something down ferociously, "Please let me repay you then, you can choose where to go as well,"

"It's a date" You winked before folding it carefully but as you were about to give him instructions about what to do after so it wouldn't smudge he disappeared. As you felt the small bump in your pocket you slumped in your chair, steam radiating off of your flustered figure.

[viandclintbarton-supremacy]

Everybody Knows

Inspired by a Dave Chapelle joke

"So how do you two want to decide who gets first kick" Ona says waiting to see who is gonna start the kick off between you and Lucy

The team is having a friendly match with senior and coaches involved. You are captain of one and Lucy the captain of the other whilst Ona is the referee for fun. The energy was high and everyone was excited to play some football

"Should we rock, paper, scissor it?" You said shrugging as you look towards your partner "Maybe we should just coin flip it?" Lucy responded

"Lucy you might as well save that coin toss because EVERYBODY knows strapping on in that household"

You give Ona gave a deadpan look with a red cheeks. Lucy starts to cackle alongside a couple of the girls who overheard it

"You right Ona its me" Lucy said smiling with pride as the two fist bumped. You bit your tongue decideding that the duo will pay for this

Safe to say Lucy won that kick off and she did indeed strap on later that night

Just a bit of a quick one and messed around with the idea

Did yall laugh?

[millportisntreal]

Hiii

I saw your wipw post, could I ask for a snippet from Two Sides, Same Coin? I love the jostwins

Thank youu :D

Hello!! Yes of course you can! Here is a bit of Nathaniel teaching Jean English in the nest (and Nathaniel doesn’t know French because he did not go on the run with their mother so it is Hard)

Nathaniel decided to start with the basics, ones that Jean would know or understand the easiest. Also, the ones that were most vital for him to know now that he, too, was property of the Moriyamas and a captive bird in the Nest. A rudimentary depiction of an exy court with the word "court" written in blocky letters was first, followed by drawings and descriptions of “goal,” “bench,” and “referee.” Jean huffed when Nathaniel wrote the word "racquet" next to a small image of an exy stick.

He pointed aggressively at the word. "Ce mot est français…racquet is French." The English came out sticky, as if the sounds did not want to fall off his tongue.

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Eight

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Eight: One Hell of a Tournament

Summary: The cricket tournament begins, and that means Sebastian and (Y/N) are busy "cheering."

            “Well, then, the first match of the Interhouse Cricket Tournament—the Sapphire Owls of Blue House versus the Scarlet Foxes of Red House—will now begin!”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian sat on the sidelines while Blue House an Red House lined up and faced one another. It was the morning of June third, and the first match was ready to go. People lined the stands, cheering for their friends and family on the green.

            “What unfortunate luck for you to be pitted against Red House at the outset, Lawrence,” said Redmond, smirking at Bluewer.

            “Hmph.” Bluewer didn’t respond.

            “I may lose to you in chess, but I won’t lose at cricket!” declared Soma, grinning at Ciel.

            “We’ll see about that,” said Ciel, a slight smirk.

            A referee flipped a coin to determine who would field first. “Red House fields first!” he declared. “Blue House, change into your vests. In this tournament, each match will consist of two innings of twenty overs maximum!”

            “Right!” said everyone.

            Quickly, Red House took the field, and Blue House prepared with their vests and cricket bats.

            “Play!”

            “Soma Asman Kadar,” said Soma, grinning at Bluewer as he tossed the cricket ball between his hands. “I’m a right arm.”

            “Whenever you’re ready,” said Bluewer, focused.

            “A showdown between the Elephant Prince and the P4 already?!”

            “Go get ‘em, House Captain!”

            “Blue House! Blue House!”

            “Here I come!” Soma wound up and bowled.

            The ball rocketed past Bluewer, and he swung and missed. The ball hit the wickets, and the crowd at Blue House groaned as Bluewer was bowled out. Red House cheered for Soma.

            “It seems he is talented at sports,” said (Y/N).

            “Then it makes this match all the more interesting,” said Sebastian, smirking.

            Clayton was up next, and Soma bowled. Clayton was forced to hit it, and the ball bounced up into the air. Effortlessly, Redmond caught it and winked. The women in the crowd went crazy and blushed.

            “Nice fly ball,” he said.

            “Two outs!” announced the referee.

            Unfortunately, another Blue House member got out on the next run, too. Elizabeth was growing restless and worried, and the Phantomhive servants, who had gotten permission to come to help with the teatime break, were concerned for Ciel’s team.

            “Sebastian, I believe Baldroy has brought an unfortunate meat pie to this event,” sighed (Y/N).

            “We will have to fix that, then, won’t we? With our own, special, pie,” said Sebastian, smirking with a playful wink.

            “Ten overs!” announced the referee.

            “Oh, my, time to switch off, I see,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) tutted. “And we scored a mere twenty-one runs. How unfortunate.”

            Unfortunately for Blue House, Red House was well equipped to score runs. Soma’s hits were powerful, Clayton lacked the coordination to catch, and although Ciel could throw the ball enough, he lacked the strength of the older players. Red House members laughed at them between runs, cheering on their own players. It seemed that Blue House would be dead last as usual.

            “Look, it’s my turn.” Redmond approached with his hair tied up in a scarlet bow. “Ready when you are.” He subtly posed in front of the wickets, and screams of adoration went up in the crowd.

            “Brace yourself!” called the Blue House players.

            The ball was bowled, and it approached slowly. Several Red House members cheered, and Blue House tensed. Hopefully, Redmond wouldn’t be able to get a hard hit from that and score many runs. However…

            “What is that stance?!”

            Redmond pivoted and spun as the ball approached. “Crimson Rose Tornado!” The centripetal force of his elegant twirl condensed into a single point as he made contact with the ball. It went soaring, and he scored six runs instantly.

            “It seemed like he was dancing!”

            “Way to go, Red House!”

            “I wouldn’t expect anything less of my dear nephew!” said Druitt, also posing.

            “Unfortunately, it was a clever strategy,” said (Y/N). “Using physics against the slower bowl was smart.”

            “How troublesome these people do turn out to be,” said Sebastian.

            “Come on them,” Redmond smirked and gazed at Blue House through his eyelashes. “The dance of this game has only just begun.”

            “Field deeper!” ordered Bluewer, frustrated.

            “My, my.”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian glanced over as a familiar face spoke to Ciel from offside.

            “What a very much one-sided match, but you still possess that card, don’t you?” Lau grinned from where he stood at the side of the tournament green. However, for all his usual dramatic quips, he was there for gambling. With Ran-Mao and a variety of other women, he had set up a carriage for bets. If there was one thing he could do, it was make money.

            “Give me a red card!” said one lord.

            “Red for me as well!”

            “Give me one over here, too!”

            And, of course, the lords present to watch the tournament were eating it up and loving the chance to take risks.

            “Goodness, gambling on sacred school grounds,” tsked Sebastian. “I see that fellow is up to his old tricks, too.”

            (Y/N) chuckled. “Blame the lords for engaging the behavior, not Lau for profiting off it.” They smirked. “We do precisely the same. Tempt and devour is our way~”

            Sebastian smirked. “Indeed.”

            And, of course, they had invited Lau for precisely this reason—among others.

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One week ago…

            “You want me to invite Lau on the fourth of June?” Ciel furrowed his brow.

            “Yes. We are certain their support will prove to be an asset to the team,” said Sebastian.

            “An asset?” Ciel was dubious.

            “Well…” Sebastian whispered the explanation to Ciel, and he turned red.

            ��Wha—?!” He cleared his throat. “I can’t imagine it’ll be effective as all that…”

            “I would not call it refined,” said (Y/N), chuckling. “But it should work like a charm against the other team, isolated from the outside world as they are.” They smirked, catlike. “Poor things.”

            Sebastian smirked. “But it may yet be too mature a ploy for you, Young Master.”

            Ciel rolled his eyes, still red, and waved a hand as he stood. “I will make the arrangements if you believe it will work.” Ears burning, he quickly exited the room.

            (Y/N) chuckled. “What a plan you have.”

            “The only regrets I have is that I cannot see you in one of the outfits Lau brings with him,” sighed Sebastian.

            “You would get too jealous, anyways,” teased (Y/N).

            “Then perhaps I will make you a dress for just the two of us~”

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Present…

            (Y/N) and Sebastian’s good humor was no match for the dismal attitude of Blue House once the break arrived. The Sapphire Owls were down twenty-one runs to eighty, and it seemed an insuperable difference—and it was not yet time to use their secret weapon of Lau or any other strategy. However, though the Sapphire Owls wanted to ask their coaches for help, (Y/N) and Sebastian had their own business to attend to, so they left Ciel to manipulate everyone and keep to the plan.

            “Is the pie ready?” said (Y/N) as they slipped towards the Scarlet Fox encampment.

            “Of course,” said Sebastian, pulling the cover to reveal the excellent chicken pie with an interesting special ingredient.

            “Perfect,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            Without being seen—a simple enough task for such demons—Sebastian and (Y/N) deposited the pie before returning to the Sapphire Owls.

            “Where were you, Coaches?!” cried Clayton.

            “I do apologize, I went to the lavatory,” said Sebastian.

            “A fellow housemaster wished to speak to me,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “The second inning will now begin!” declared the referee, and Red House took the field once more.

            Harcourt stepped up to bowl, and Ciel stepped up to bat.

            “Let’s both give it everything we’ve got, Phantomhive,” said Harcourt.

            “Of course, Harcourt,” said Ciel with a smirk.

            Harcourt bowled, and the ball spun violently. Ciel barely managed to defend. Over and over, he defended the wickets, unable to really get a run but keeping from being bowled out.

            “Your balls have more spin, now!” said Redmond to Harcourt. “Finish him off with your next bowl!”

            Harcourt’s eyes narrowed in focus, and he wound up. “This will be the end!”

            He froze, and the ball dropped.

            Sebastian and (Y/N) concealed smirks as Harcourt dropped to his knees.

            “What’s wrong, Harcourt?!” cried Redmond.

            Abruptly, another Red House player fell and gripped his stomach. One-by-one, each player fell. Even Redmond doubled over with a terrible look on his face. Only Soma remained standing and looking around in confusion.

            “What’s going on?” he asked.

            “M-My stomach,” stammered Redmond.

            Ciel smirked from his place at the wickets. Unbeknownst to all the Red House players, he had truly turned the tide of the game on them. After all, they had decided to have a nice snack—a pie—with a healthy dose of purgative added.        

            “We can’t expose the spectators here to such a shameful sight! Retreat! Retreat!” cried Redmond.

            He and other Red House students struggled off the field, assisted by their fellow house members.

            “Wait! We’ve left one behind!”

            Harcourt lay on the field, holding his stomach.

            “Harcoooooourt!” cried Redmond.

            The referee awkwardly cleared his throat. “The, uh, Scarlet Foxes are unable to continue playing and will therefore withdraw from the match. Thus, the first match goes to the Sapphire Owls!”

            Silence.

            “Whaaaat?!”

            Chuckling, (Y/N) and Sebastian carefully slipped away as the Blue House members stared at each other before letting out a hesitant cheer. Before anything else, they needed to get rid of a stolen beef mince pie. No sense in keeping evidence around.

            As they walked, they found someone walking through the tents. He tipped his hat, and the demons blinked in surprise.

            “Mr. Tanaka?” said Sebastian.

            “What good form you’re in today,” said (Y/N).

            Both were surprised to see Tanaka in his full form instead of staying in chibi form.

            “Well, well, what a fine day to encounter you two, Housemaster Michaelis, Housemaster Noir,” said Tanaka, chuckling.

            “What splendid timing. Please have this for your lunch,” said Sebastian, handing the basket with the pie to Tanaka.

            “Why thank you,” said Tanaka. “Beef mince pie, eh? But just one thing, if I may.” He smiled. “Surely, partaking of this treat will not give me an upset stomach?”

            Sebastian chuckled. “Certainly not.”

            Tanaka nodded cheerfully. “I am looking forward to a second Miracle of Sapphires.” He waved goodbye.

            “As are we,” said (Y/N), smirking.

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            Sebastian and (Y/N) watched from the stands while the Purple and Green House match continued on its own field. It was going on longer than theirs because no one had any sudden reactions to their food. During the break, Soma happily dined on more snacks with the Phantomhive household and Lau while his teammates recovered.

            “By the way, how is your stomach faring, Prince Soma?” said Lau.

            “It seems the stomachaches of the Red House were caused by their teatime repast!” exclaimed McMillan.

            Soma laughed. “I’m dandy! I have the divine protection of Shiva, god of good health!”

            Sebastian, far away but able to hear, considered. “I had heard people from India have strong stomachs, but I did not think they were this tough.”

            “I’ve seen the spices they employ in their food,” said (Y/N). “But purgatives are another thing entirely. It’s fairly impressive if he ate heartily and then felt fine.”

            Cheers went up from the other field, and they looked over.

            “Rushing Violet Vapor, Purple Burnout!” announced Cheslock, bowling impressively. Easily, he bowled out several Green House players.

            However, when it came to Greenhill, the bowl didn’t mean anything. He could hit any ball, and he could always score.

            Once the game ended, the victory went to Green House—213 runs to 120.

            With the final match approaching, it would be the Green Lions battling the Sapphire Owls—the exact same matchup as in the Miracle of Sapphires.

            Everyone on the teams was tense once they lined up for the beginning of the match. The crowd was whooping and cheering with so much excitement as the most unexpected matchup approached.

            It was truly a tournament for Weston College history.

            “The final match—the Sapphire Owls vs the Green Lions—will now begin!”

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[warball-boyz]

So the winner of the poll is....

What are the rules of Warball?

So I'll throw in what rules I scrounged up in the past hour and a half in a hopefully coherent order. I highlighted some key words in red to hopefully make it easier to follow what's going on. This post won't be as sassy or filled with chaotic bits of worldbuilding as my intro post, but it should help when I actually get around to writing stories about the game.... (one day....)

Now it'll be nigh impossible to cover the full 284 pages of rules and regulations that constitute Warball, so here are all the major rules that most people are aware of:

Each team is allowed to field 11 players (with exceptions allowing for more or less players) on the field at any time, minus ejected or injured players. Substitutions are made as necessary (which is often). Team rosters are capped at 30 players.

There are 6 officials: two referees (the head referee and the assistant referee), two linespeople, and two goal judges. Most games have at least 9 officials present in case a field official is injured.

One ball is in play. Only one.

The field is roughly 190 metres long by 120 metres wide. Goal-posts (10 metres tall and 5 metres apart) are at either end. There is a 5 metre "goal zone" behind each goal post, the width of the field. There is a single line down the centre of the field, 60 metres from either goal zone.

Each game is played over the course of two hour-long halves, with stoppage time added at the end of each half. So games are usually 3 or 4 hours. A timekeeper official in a booth keeps track of the time and signals the head referee via chalkboard as to extra time and so forth.

First possession of the game is determined by a coin flip. The coin is flipped by an impartial guest (usually a priest or holy virgin of some sort, someone incapable of bribery or tricks, but errors are assumed, so often it's a "best of 3" flip). The team that wins the coin flip then chooses to receive the ball for first possession, or allow the other team to receive for first possession. The non-receiving defensive team then has to throw or kick the ball across the centre line to the opponent, the receiving offensive team. This is the official start of the game.

After the coin flip(s) and before the ball is received, each team lines up on opposite sides of the centre line for the scrum. Teams can arrange their lines however they desire, so long as the the kicking/throwing player is roughly centre of the field width-wise (how far behind the centre line they stand is largely irrelevant).

Each team attempts to gain or keep possession of the ball and cross the field and into the opponents goal-zone, where they score a Get by placing the ball onto the pitch behind the goal-line. The "touch-down" rule is very important, as it clearly signifies that the ball has completely crossed the goal-line. The goal official signifies a Get by raising a flag. If no flag is raised, no Get is scored.

A Get is worth 3 points (much to the consternation of everybody and the mites that live on them). Once a Get is scored, the scoring team has the following options: play a scrum to try and cross the ball over the goal line again for an extra 2 points, or kick the ball between the two goalposts (from the place the scoring player received the ball) for 1 extra point, or they can concede and allow the other team to possess the ball with no extra points attempted. Few teams take this last option).

Play is largely fluid, players moving freely with minimal positioning rules. Players can pass backwards or forwards (forwards is risky as the player going forward to receive the ball is often an easy target), or kick the ball away to the opponent if they feel that their drive cannot gain an obvious advantage.

While there are minimal positioning rules, there are "play-style" positions: Blockers are larger players that interfere with the opponents to give their ball-carriers open field to move forward. Runners are faster players that often receive the ball and try to run upfield to score a Get. Blitzers are players that can run or block equally well, and can play in either position. Throwers and kickers are players whose skill lies in getting the ball to other people, usually only used in this capacity for the opening reception, or for specialized plays that constitute quick movement up the field. Once they have thrown or kicked, they usually become a Fielder, a Jack-of-all positions, the fielder is the bread and butter of a team, able to block or run or whatever is necessary at the moment, though not as skilled to specialize in any of the other positions.

In addition to kicks, throws, and hand-offs, the player currently in possession of the ball has to "dribble" it every five steps by bouncing it off the field. No one knows why this rule is, but it adds extra unpredictability as the ball could bounce wildly out of the ball-carrier's hands, or could be stolen mid-bounce by an opponent.

There is an Offside rule. There is always an offside rule. Offside rules are the taxes of sports, as certain as death, yet somehow more certain than taxes (the accountants and clerks of the teams are very skilled at somehow not having to pay taxes). The offside rule is simply this: an offensive player who does not have the ball cannot be closer to the goal area than a defensive player. The linseperson will indicate an Offside by raising their flag at the spot of the infraction. Note: if the offensive player has possession of the ball and then gets past a defensive player, no Offside will be called.

Almost all blocks, punches, kicks, and throws are allowed, with two notable exceptions: The Groin area (the one rule most players agreed upon almost immediately). The Head; blows to the head are looked down upon, largely because an accidentally decapitated head can be mistaken for a ball and break the One Ball rule.

Penalties are caused by many things. Fighting, illegal equipment, moving before the kick/throw-off, Offside, leaving the pitch for no reason, wearing the opposing team's colours, and so forth. Penalties result in temporary ejection from the game, indicated by a yellow flag raised by the referee. The offending player will then leave the field for a duration of two minutes, un-substituted. A player can receive two yellow flags, and upon their third infraction, will be shown a red flag and leave the field permanently, with no substitutions.

Due to the violence of the game and high injury rate, there are some injury rules: An injured player may be substituted until they received well enough to return to the field. If an injured player does not recover within half an hour, they are permanently removed and their substitute remains on field for the rest of the game. This substitution rule remains for the first three injuries. After the third injury, no substitutions can be made for an injured player, an the team must be permanently down a player.

If a fight breaks out between two or more players, the offending players are all given a yellow flag, and remain off the field for five minutes. However substitutions are permitted for these players.

There are to be no weapons on the pitch. This does not include weapons bolted to the gloves, helmets, boots, knee- or shoulder-pads of a player. As much most "weapons" are some sort of slightly spiked or bladed implement, capable of injury, but not death.

In the case of player death, the player who administered the fatal blow is removed from the field permanently, regardless of their current tally of yellow flags, and fined a percentage of their earnings from that game, up to 50%.

Coaches are not allowed on the field during play, and doing so will result in a temporary ejection for that half. Any attempt to fight an official will result in an immediate red flag. Coaches can call a time-out, lasting up to 2 minutes maximum, and can call only two per half.

Naturally almost all of these rules (except the Get and the Offside) are subject to change depending on which teams are playing (dwarves require certain helpful exceptions when playing trolls, for example). And no official of safe from bribery (expect when asked to change the amount of points a Get is or to not call and Offside. Those two are drilled into the officials' minds from Day 1 of official training).

[kengan-daddies]

You're my reason Kaolan Wongsawat

Anime : Kengan Ashura Character : Kaolan Wongsawat Warning : Mention of bruises and death, slight angst

You're My Reason Kaolan Wongsawat

You're My Reason Kaolan Wongsawat

You were sitting in the hall, a worried look on your face as you stared down at Kaolan's restful and bruised face. Your fingers twirled around one another, deep in thought. 'I know he's fine, he's not dead, but I'm still worried. I can't help but, to be worried... The love of my life is unconscious, he's probably in pain and there's nothing I can do about it.' You thought as you stopped twirling your fingers, opting to grip your clothing instead. Kaneda has been by Kaolan's and your side for the longest time now, you found that sweet of him, and you thanked him from the bottom of your heart.

Together you both bandaged him up, while Hanafusa stuck an IV in his arm, pumping some painkiller into his system and once he deemed it enough, he pulled the IV out, gave him a bandage, and went about his merry way, leaving you and Kaneda to care for him. Kaneda placed an Ice pack on Kaolan's forehead, and you held it there, your hand as hurting from the cold, but you didn't care. 'As long as he's alright, I'll freeze my hand off a million days.' You thought in determination. Kaneda stared at you from the shelves, he was busy grabbing towels, he gave you a kind smile, seeing the small efforts you put into Kaolan's health.

"Man, seeing you and Kaolan together, reminds me of my parents, hell you guys make me wanna get married." He said with a chuckle. You gave him a kind smile. "I'm sure you will, Kaneda, just give it time, I'm sure any woman would love to be your wife, you're a lovely young man." You said. He blushed at your words as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Ahahah!! You're so kind!! Thank you so much, I'll keep your kind words in mind." He said kindly as he slightly bowed to you in thanks. You lightly chuckled at him. "There's no need to thank me, I was only being honest really." You said. The sound of groaning caught both your and Kaneda's attention as you both looked over at Kaolan. "Ugh." You both smiled at him, happy tears in your eyes.

"So you're finally awake huh?" Kaneda asked. Kaolan didn't sit up from his resting place, as he slowly dropped his good arm over his eyes. He seemed upset and your heart went out to him in worry, but what could you say? 'It's okay, you'll get him next time? Don't worry Kao, you did your best?' What could you say, no matter what you say, it wouldn't make the situation any louder. You gently rubbed your hand over his arm, being careful to not hit his bruises. Kaneda walked over to the vending machine, it was silent, the only sound that could be heard was Kaneda putting a coin in the machine, and the thumping of the can. Kaolan suddenly spoke up.

"Suekichi Kaneda." He said, he sounded breathless, Kaneda looked over at him in question as he grabbed the can from the vending machine. You stared down at Kaolan, waiting for him to speak. "I would be... I would've died right?" He asked. Your heart clenched, while Kaneda answered immediately, walking over with the can as he did. "Yes, he had enough time to keep attacking from when the referee stopped the match until he stepped in to break it up." Kaneda simply answered. Your mind raced at that revelation, it hadn't dawned on you that that could've been the outcome, your gut twisted with worry and panic at the thought of it. 'Kaolan could've... died?... They wouldn't've let that happen, right?' You thought.

Kaneda continued to speak. "We have footage from 32 of his previous matches. 8 of those matches he had the opportunity to keep attacking his opponent, just like this one, including the first match from this tournament, makes 9 total. Out of those 9 matches, there were 6 in which he kept attacking. Out of those 6 fighters, 4 of them died." He explained, your eyes widened and fear gripped at your throat. You knew it was a possibility that he could've died, there's already been a fighter who lost his life multiple matches ago before Kaolan's first match. The thought of Kaolan being that close to losing his life, made you want to leave the area... it was too heavy... it was too real. You silently stood up.

Kaneda looked over at you in question, but Kaolan kept his arm over his eyes, you stared down at him a little longer, knowing that he wouldn't stop fighting after this... there was nothing you could say to stop him from doing so... so you walked away. You were angry, you were scared. You'd probably yell at him, maybe even slap him, and you didn't want to do any of that, so you just walked away down the curving hall, your arms around your body as you thought over Kaneda's words. You wanted to leave the building, but you also wanted to sit alone somewhere, maybe even walk around the venue... you didn't know anymore... You saw a bench out in the hall, the cushion looking inviting, and you needed a place to sit for a while.

You sighed as you sat down, seeing no harm in resting in the area for a moment. You sat down, feeling heavy... you almost felt bad for storming off the way you did, but you couldn't help it... you felt hopeless, helpless... You wouldn't be able to stop him, no matter how hard you tried, he'd ignore you, in favor of his passion... and you couldn't be angry with that, he was following his dream... You just wished he'd be more careful at it. You sighed once more. "I wish Saw Paing was here... He always makes me feel better." You said aloud to yourself, but you knew that Saw Paing wasn't in the best of moods right now, he was in a depression, and you didn't know how to comfort him. He was usually so loud, so happy... seeing him like that... made your heart ache.. You couldn't help your friend either it would seem...

The sound of grunting, shuffling and Kaneda's voice could be heard coming down the hall. You looked over, seeing shadows. You already knew it was Kaolan and Kaneda, so you sat there and waited. You watched as Kaolan rounded the wall, he was leaning against it, as he limbed, while Kaneda held his side, in his other hand he held Kaolan's drink.

"I need to find her... I need to make sure she's safe." Kaolan said, your heart fluttered at his words. 'Even when he's injured he was thinking of my safety.' You thought. "I'm sure she's fine, I don't think anyone would even think about touching her." Kaneda reasoned, worried for Kaolan. You smiled at kaneda's words, he was such a sweet man. Kaolan looked up, and he stopped, seeing you, sitting there, safe and sound. He gave a small smile at seeing you, as he seemed to gain speed in his limp. You chuckled at the sight as you stayed seated, seeing Kaneda scrambling in trying to keep up with Kaolan as to make sure that he didn't fall. "There you are... I was worried.... about you." Kaolan said.

As he got close enough to you, he stumbled, his leg giving out under him. You jumped up and you ran towards him, arms outstretched as you reached out to him, ready to catch him. He fell forward into your arms, his weight making you both crumble to the floor. You ran your hands through his hair, while your other hand ran over his back and shoulder, his head laid comfortably against your chest, as his arms wrapped weakly around your waist. "Please... Please don't... Don't leave me." He weakly said, his voice muffled by the clothes on your chest. You chuckled at him. "You silly man... I would never do such a thing... I'm upset, but I'm not angry." You said softly. "I fight... For you... I train... For you... I obtain bruises... For you... It's all for you, (Y/n)... You're my reason." He said, his arms weakly tightening around you.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you held him tighter to you. You knew this, you believed this... and yet... This was the first time he ever spoke of it. You gave a broken chuckle at his words. "I know.... I know Kao...Thank you..." You said. Kaneda stood back, a smile on his face as he observed you two. 'Man, I really hope to find a wife like her someday.' He thought, as he held Kaolan's drink in his hand.