#so the player walked in. sat down. heard only the morning after. had a bit of a freak out about them going at it before one of the funniest

[ellehoops]

21 WIT NO KIDS

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i know you wanna see, know you wanna be in my b.e.d

one. player p

girls were a place holder for p. come and go. cum. and. go. they blew up her phone at all times. it was ironic really, she could go to an away game and fuck a girl in the opposite teams jersey. player p was insatiable. when she saw something she wanted, she wouldn’t stop till her got it.

and shit, she wanted gwenyth grey. from the second her fine ass walked into the gym on media day paige’s sophomore year, she knew. she’d be tapping that, whether it be today or next year.

she knew flattery doesn’t work on girls like gwen. she also knew gwen doesn’t like athletes, which was a known. after a freshman kk tried to hit on her. that resulted in a laugh straight to kk’s face. the kicked puppy look was made fun of for weeks after that.

after paige bought gwen a vodka soda she walked over to the booth all her friends were sitting at. she pinched yanna and glared at her. soon, without the barrier, paige slid into the seat beside gwen. setting her drink in front of her.

“here, g.” paige whispered in gwen’s ear, gwen smiled to paige before turning her attention back to morgan who was telling her about her recent visit home. paige rolled her eyes before meeting azzi’s gaze from across the table.

azzi smirked at her before asking morgan a question, taking her from her conversation with gwen.

gwen smirked, knowing the “rizz” that p was so known for was going to come out.

paige leaned back in the booth and adjusted her hips, bucking up and settling back down. her arm went behind gwen, who was trying to hide her chuckling.

paige thought this was it, gwen would be in her bed by the end of the night. “so, ma, how my photos lookin’.” paige kept her eyes low as her gaze fell down gwen’s top.

“i don’t know, they don’t look as good as my tits. do they?” gwen leaned her head on her palm, elbow rested on the table. kk smirked and shook her head, knowing gwen was eating this up. she broke player p.

paige sat with her mouth slightly open, tongue darting out to wet her lips. her gaze still down gwen’s top. “no, they don’t.”

gwen looked, amused, to kk. “p, whatcha doing?” aubrey rang out from the other side of the table. paige’s eyes snapped up from gwen’s chest. her face flushed. the girls howled in laughter. “fuck yall, bro.”

she narrowed her eyes at the shorter girl, “especially you, kamorea.”

everyone gasped, “government is crazy. excuse me ladies.” gwen laughed before patting paige’s thigh to get up. paige swallows hard before sliding out of the seat, offering her hand to gwen who was standing up.

“m’lady.” paige jokingly bowed. gwen rolled her eyes, “always the gentlewoman. especially when you text the hoes, right?” gwen whispered the last part so only paige heard. paige chuckled humorlessly, giving gwen’s ass a tap as she walked away. “you got my number, ma, text whenever.”

gwen walked away and whispered, “i’m gonna make you wish you were dead.” a grin blooming on her face. maybe she should entertain this, humble player p. paige had a self smug smirk on her face as she manspread in the booth.

after gwen had gathered jackie and gotten her drunk ass home, they laid in bed talking about their night. jackie was still tipsy but only enough to make her giggly which made gwen’s eyes twitch a bit.

“so you and paige were pretty close, yeah?” jackie said, barely looking at the shitty rom com movie on. gwen smiled at jackie, “i mean i know she likes me.”

“but you don’t do athletes.” jackie whispered before taking a swig out of gwen’s waterbottle.

“i’m not doing shit. paige ain’t hitting, that’s for sure. but maybe i can’t flirt back and then ghost her. maybe humble her a little bit.”

……..

“bro, paige, gwen was feeling you!” kk hit the blonde on the back at practice the next morning. paige smirked and put her hands up. caroline, who was standing beside them grimiced, like she was embarrassed for them. Her eyes met aubrey’s who just shook her head with a laugh. “you guys don’t actually think she was into you, right?”

paige and kk looked to caroline, confused. “she was feelin’ me, i swear bruh! when she got up she touched my thigh.”

aubrey just laughed and walked away leaving caroline to just shake her head and continue shooting threes. paige looked to kk with shock, “i’m not faking that shit.”

soon geno came back and barked orders at them. about thirty minutes into their practice, gwen showed up. her curls back from their straightened shape, but slightly looser from the heat she’d been using on her hair. her uconn soccer hoodie fell over her, in a slouchy way. she was obviously tired, but not hungover.

gwen settled in the seats in the practice gym. she pulled her hair into a clip, showing her chunky gold hoops, before slipping on her glasses then setting up her camera equipment. paige and gwen lock eyes, she lets out a open mouth cocky smile and a wink. she’s about to roll her eyes but remembers she’s supposed to be breaking player p, so she smiles and waves. before snapping a photo of her smiling with a basketball. looking from behind her camera to see paige smiling and shaking her head.

“you’re gonna be the death of me gwenyth grey.” paige whispered to herself before stealing one last glimpse of the girl fiddling with her camera.

at the end of practice after the girls got out of the post practice circle with geno, gwen began packing up her stuff. she looked up to see azzi and ice smiling down at her. “hey.” gwen smiled, looking back down to put her things in her tote bag.

“hey, gwen. we are going a movie night, just wondering if you’d like to go. you can bring jackie if you want. but we’d love to have you.” azzi’s voice was soft as velvet. always kind and smooth. ice had to chip in, “and seeing paige around you makes me piss myself.” azzi smiled but pinched ice’s side. “she’s kidding.” they all let out an awkward laugh before gwen stood up, still shorter than them though.

“no, yeah, that’s cool. where?” gwen asked as she opened her contacts, handing her phone to azzi to put her number in.

azzi grabbed it and put her number in, “paige and i’s dorm. i’ll text you. i can’t believe you don’t have my number, ive known you since freshman year.”

gwen smiled at the two girls and said her farewells and began to walk out.

shit this was gonna be so much fun.

girl you know the deal, i gotta keep it real.

heyy guys….. sorry this took a while, school is kicking my ass.

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hector x reader heavy heavy angst? Idk😭😭

HEAVY SECRETS // H.FORT

summary: you and hector have a rough week and past relations and secrets keep pilling up until you both explode

content: angst and more angst

warnings: mentions of sensitive topics, curse words

words: 2552

a/n: i almost wrote a whole story, somebody stop me

You sat in the front row of the small crowd, watching as Hector ran up and down the field kicking the ball back and forth. You had a fight this morning over your constant worrying, but in truth, you couldn't help it. Hector getting hurt out on the field was a very real concern and your constant worrying caused some tension in the relationship. You couldn't stand to think about what would happen if Hector was seriously hurt out there on the field.

You watched the game intently, clutching the armrests tight in worry. Hector had already been slammed into by the opposing team once, and you couldn't help but shiver as the memory of Hector wincing in pain flashed through your mind. The whole day so far had been a mess, and you were scared of what would come next.

The game began drawing to a close, and you glanced up at the scoreboard to see that Hector's team was in the lead. In 10 more minutes you would be going home, free until his next game. That morning's fight replayed in your mind, and you couldn't help but wince. Just a few more minutes and you could talk to him.

The final whistle blew and you breathed a sigh of relief, standing up to get ready to leave. Looking back down at the field you saw Hector looking directly at you, his sharp eyes narrowed and not looking happy one bit. Your heart sank a little bit as you slowly walked out through the crowds and towards the door for the player's hallway.

It only took a minute to find him, and as you approached you noticed just how tense he was. The muscles in his back and his shoulders seemed to bulge, ready to snap at a moments notice. As you approached, Hector turned to look at you, his face dark and expressionless. He didn't say anything, just gestured for you to walk forward towards the parking lot.

The walk was silent, Hector's tense rage filling the air around him. The drive home was just as tense; no radio no talk, just deafening silence. Hector's hands were tight around the wheel, and you were silently praying the drive would go quickly.

The drive home felt like an eternity, with only the sounds of the car and Hector's harsh breathing. You couldn't understand why he was so mad - his team had won, so what was the problem? Maybe if you tried to breach the silence it might make the drive easier.

"Hector...?"

There was a moment of silence after you spoke, and you wondered if Hector had even heard you. When he spoke, his voice was tight and controlled, trying not to snap.

"What."

"Why are you so mad?"

Hector didn't respond initially, just staring out the windscreen as if he hadn't heard you. Then he spoke, and his voice was very clearly holding back his anger.

"Tú que crees? (Why do you think?)"

You were completely baffled. Sure, you had had an argument this morning, and you weren't in his good books, but he had just won a game and you were about to go home and relax together. There was no need to be mad.

"I don't know. You won the game, so why are you so mad at me?"

Hector didn't speak for a moment, as if trying to find the right words. When he did speak, his voice was still very controlled and restrained.

"Because you constantly worry about me and try to take control of everything I do to "keep me safe". It drives me mad every damn game, and especially this one."

You were stunned. You hadn't realised that your worrying had pissed him off so much. Sure, he had mentioned it once or twice in the past, but you never thought it was this serious. You opened your mouth to say something, but Hector carried on talking before you could say a word.

"You're always worrying about me getting hurt. Even when I tell you I'm fine you don't listen. It's like you don't trust me to take care of myself!"

He sounded frustrated and angry, but underneath the heat in his voice you could hear a slight tinge of hurt.

Hector was gripping the wheel tight, his knuckles almost white. His jaw was clenched tight so as to keep himself under control. It had been a hell of a game today, both on and off the field...

"You always do this! You always drive me mad with your stupid worrying, and you never listen to me when I actually need you to..."

The car rolled up to a stop in the driveway, and the only sound was that of the car engine. You had wanted to say more, to reassure him that it wasn't like that and that you listened to him, but you never got the chance. Hector switched off the engine and stepped out of the car, and you felt your anxiety start to rise.

You followed Hector up the stairs of your shared apartment, and it was like walking towards your own execution. Hector was ahead of you, and even without seeing his face, you could sense the anger rolling off him. You were both quiet as he fished the apartment keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

Neither of you said anything for the rest of the night, and you both went about your usual nightly routine without speaking. Dinner was a silent and tense affair, with neither of you speaking a word. Throughout the night you could feel Hector's eyes watching you, filled with silent anger.

During dinner, as you sat across the table from Hector, you could feel his eyes constantly on you. His stare was like a million needles burning into your skin, and it was almost painful to look at him. You knew immediately that he knew something that he was mad about, but what?

It didn't take long for you to remember the secret you had been hiding from him for months.

You knew that you should have told him ages ago, but you were scared of his reaction and his anger. The fact that you had kept it from him for so long was bound to make him more mad, and as you looked at him, you swore you could see a fire of anger in his eyes. The whole day was silent, and when you'd finished eating, Hector spoke for the first time in hours.

"Follow me."

You did as he said, and followed as he walked into your living room. He gestured for you to sit down, and you perched on the edge of the couch as he sat in an armchair across from you. There was silence for a moment, and as Hector looked at you, you could feel the anger rolling off him in waves.

You knew what was coming and you braced yourself, waiting for the inevitable. Hector's face was a mask of control and anger, and when he finally spoke, his voice was very clearly trying to hold back his anger.

"You've been hiding something from me, haven't you?"

Your heart sank as he spoke, and you found yourself frozen in place. There was nothing you could say to defend yourself, and you could tell by the look on his face that he already knew what you'd hidden from him. All you could do was nod at his question, and wait for the blow.

Hector had figured it out, and you could tell by the way that he was looking at you. The anger and betrayal was clear in his eyes, and you had never felt so awful.

"I can't believe you. How long have you been meeting up with him behind my back?"

Your whole body felt numb as he spoke, shame and guilt washing over you in waves. You swallowed once, but found that your throat was dry.

"About...three months..."

Hector's face darkened as you spoke, and you could see his jaw tense and his hands ball into fists on the arms of the chair.

"Three months." His voice was controlled, but you could tell he was struggling. "You've been meeting up with your ex for three. Goddamn. Months."

You nodded once, fighting back the tears in your eyes. You wanted to speak, to tell him that you were sorry and that it wasn't how it looked, but you knew that it wouldn't do any good. Hector was furious, and you had made the grave mistake of lying to him.

Hector's voice was laced with a dark sarcasm, and his eyes were like knives as he spoke.

"No me lo puedo creer. (I can't believe you) Just today you were going on and on about how worried you were about me, yet you've been meeting up with your ex behind my back for three damn months!"

You winced as he spoke, and your heart felt like it was shattering. You had been trying to protect him from your stupid mistake, but it had all backfired.

"But...I really was worried about you!" You tried to defend yourself, but your voice sounded weak even to your own ears.

You wanted to say more, to make him understand why you had done it, but Hector cut you off before you could get a word in.

"Save it." His voice was tight, and you could see the muscles in his jaw rippling. He sat back on his chair, staring at you with his hands clenched tight. Despite his words, you continued trying to explain.

"But...it was a mistake. It's something I regret, and I was only meeting up with him because he needed the money-"

Your explanation was cut off again when Hector spoke up, his eyes narrowing at your words.

"What, so you didn't trust me enough to tell me that you were meeting up with your ex? You didn't think I'd be able to help and you just hid it from me?"

You felt your heart drop, and you knew instantly that he had a point. Why hadn't you trusted Hector? Why hadn't you just told him and been honest?

"That's not it!" You protested, even though you knew he was right. "I just...I just...I didn't want you to worry about me, and I thought I could deal with it!" You were grasping at excuses, trying desperately to make this right.

You stood up from the couch and walked over to Hector, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder.

"Please Hector, just listen. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want to worry you-"

Before you could touch him, Hector stood up from his chair and stepped to the side, avoiding your hand. He looked down at you, the anger still clear in his eyes.

"Bullshit. You didn't trust me, and that's why you hid it from me. You were scared that I wouldn't understand, that you couldn't rely on me."

You felt a surge of frustration and anger at his words, and you stepped back from him. "You're one to talk! You're always gone, with your football and your games! You're never around enough to listen to me, so how am I supposed to rely on you for anything?!"

Hector's eyes darkened as you spoke, and his jaw twitched with anger.

"That's different! Football is my job, and you know that. And I can listen to you when I have the time, but I can't be there for you if you don't tell me what's going on in the first place!"

You huffed, the frustration and anger building inside you. "And how am I supposed to tell you anything, when you're never around?! You think I don't want to talk to you, to tell you about the things that are going on? You hardly have time for me anymore!"

Hector clenched his jaw tighter and stepped closer to you, his eyes flashing. "Don't you tell me that. You know how busy I got now with the first team. With all the training and the workouts and the games. It's not my fault I can't be here all the damn time."

The frustration and anger within you boiled over into sadness and defeat. You couldn't keep going on like this, pretending to rely on each other when in truth you were both too busy with your own things.

"Then why are we even together?" Your voice was quieter, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

Hector's face was a mixture of shock and hurt at your words, and his hands tensed at his sides. "What...? What do you mean, why are we even together? We...we're a couple. That's why."

His voice was tight and strained, and you could tell that your words had cut him deep.

You were so tired, physically and emotionally. This entire night had strained you past your limits, and all you wanted to do was sleep. You looked up at Hector, meeting his hurt and angry gaze for a moment before looking away.

"I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight. I'm too tired to deal with this."

Hector was silent for a moment before he gritted out a response. "Fine. Go sleep in the guest room then. Me da igual. (I don't care)"

His voice was harsh, but you could hear the hurt and anger in his words. He was hurting, and badly.

As soon as the door closed behind you, the tears you had been holding back all night finally began to fall. You stumbled over to the bed and flopped down, the sobs wracking through your body as you buried your face in a pillow.

The pain and regret of the night were suddenly overwhelming, and you felt a deep sense of sadness and loss. How had things gotten so bad between you and Hector? Why hadn't you just told him the truth in the first place?

You let out a strangled sob as the realization set in. It was all too late now. You had waited too long to tell Hector the truth, and now it had spiraled out of control. You had lost the baby he never knew of without telling him, your ex knew and was holding it over your head.

The thought of Hector finding out the truth from someone other than you sent another wave of sobs through your body, and you clutched at the pillow as if it was a lifeline. This was a disaster, and it was all your fault.

Hector slumped down into his own armchair and buried his face in his hands. The whole night had gone so wrong, and he still couldn’t wrap his head around it.

The look on your face when you questioned your relationship wouldn’t stop flashing through his mind. It had cut him deep, and the hurt and anger that had flared up in him when he heard those words wouldn’t go away. He loved you, and now you were telling him that you didn’t want to be with him anymore?

Hector let out a deep sigh, gripping his hair tight as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. Why hadn’t you just told him that your ex was blackmailing you, that he needed money? How could you have thought that he wouldn’t be there for you? He would have done anything to help you, but you had kept it from him and now it was all falling apart.

PART 2!

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Happy Valentine day!

Mrs Rich!Player x DogDay!Rich! (And friends ) AU

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“Richie” you muttered as you turned over and reached over for your fluffy partner.

Only to hear a lightly squeak. You sat up and looked down having accidentally hitted the small Bobby Bearhug doll who looked up at you, annoyed at being squish.

“What the-“ you started and lifted up the blankets only to find the rest of the Critter gang snuggling against her legs and , no wonder you felt warm.

“Ok-no you guys know the rules no surprise cuddles” you said shaking your legs to get them away and you swing your legs over to the side of your bed, you reach for your clock only to find it gone and your blink before turning your head to the 6 smiling critters looking at you as they sat on the bed.

“Ok which of you little brats ate my alarm clock? I’m looking at you pig” you said looking at PickyPig who burp a bit which cause the Clock inside the ring a bit.

You took in a deep breath still trying to figure out why you let Rich and Theo convince you to bring these 6 back home.

You open your drawer and got out your wristwatch and blink seeing it was almost 9. You had your alarm normally set for 6 to get started on your day.

You got up and looked over at the plushies still on your bed and made a shooing motion “go, go find your leader” you spoke you didn’t say which one exactly though.

You went to the bathroom to get your morning started and was more confuse when you came back out and the dolls were still there.

Usually by more they would be off looking for one if the larger critters…unless someone told them to stay in the room.

You were proven right when you tried to head out only to get tackle back.

For tiny things they were stronger together.

“Don’t make me get the lighter!” You threaten and that was enough to cause them to back up.

You sat up and frown seeing their sad faces, you didn’t like useing threats but sometimes it was needed.

You stood up, making sure they weren’t going to try and tackle you again before heading out, you heard them fallow right behind you.

You walked threw the formally two story home (formally since you had the second floor and attic removed to make room for your taller friends and husband).

You step to the side as a boogie bot rolled by fallowed by a Cat-Bee chasing after it.

You waved hi to Kissy and Catnap who were watching cartoons on a tv set to their eye height and you headed to the kitchen. You stop and sniff.

Smelling pancakes and eggs and…donuts?

You moved more quicker since you made it clear none of the toys were allowed near the stove for safety reasons.

You came in and clear your throat upon seeing poppy on the counter. Her dress covered by a homemade pink apron.

She was useing her body to carry a spatula with a pancake over to a plate of them.

“What did I say about useing the kitchen” you spoke as you came over and turn the stove off.

“Don’t worry Angel she was just helping me” a voice spoke.

You sigh softly and turned around and look up at your 15 feet tall husband.

“Wanted to get your little surprise ready”

You rose a brow confuse “surprise?” You asked.

You heard poppy clear her throat and use the spatial to point at the calander.

You froze.

“Wait-our anniversary” you slap your forehead mentally yelling at yourself. You took today off and had completely forgotten about it.

“I-I’m sorry” you began gently taking your husband paw and pressed it to your cheek lightly.

You been working later nights the past month due to some employees quitting.

You been so busy that you had forgotten about it.

Rich kneeled down and gently pressed his head against yours in a form of a forehead kiss.

“It’s alright Angel, we’re not doing anything special, just giving you the breakfast I promise you” he said softly.

You took in a deep breath trying not to break down in tears.

“And donuts” You chuckled looking over at the box surprised that Randy’s donuts was still in buisness “how you even get these?” You asked as you pulled one out and threw it down the hall letting the little critters chase after it, you grabbed another one took a bite of it.

“They expanded a lot and due deliveries now, had to argue with the guy about how I couldn’t come out and grab the box and to just leave it on the porch” Rich grumbled a bit before pulling a chair out for you.

You smiled happily and another bite out of your donut.

Might have took 13 years but you finally celebrated your first wedding anniversary.

And got your donuts

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can you make a Alanna Kennedy fic ?

𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 - 𝙖.𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙮

summary: the world cup is coming up, the players are getting their call ups.

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𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 of the year again.

while most would think of christmas, as a footballer, your first thought is national team call ups.

i wasn’t old by any means, only 21 years old, but i still hadn’t had my first cap.

most of my teammates at manchester knew, especially alanna. both of us were australian, the only difference being that she’d been playing for the matilda’s years longer than i had.

it was a training day today, an early start so i was driving down to my favourite coffee shop before reaching the fields.

“yn!!”

i heard a familiar voice shout after i’d hopped out of my car in the parking lot.

“lani!!”

i knew it was the blonde waiting for me at the entrance, just like she did every morning.

we walked in together, joining the rest of the girls before the coaches called us all out onto the pitch to start training. it was a solid session today, most of the team sweating profusely at the end. gareth had us running drills for at least two hours before we had another hour rest then back in the gym for weights.

finally we were finished and all the girls walked out, so ready to head home. i was walking to my car when alanna sauntered up behind me and jumped into my car with me.

“lani why are you in my car? you have your own car and house.”

i laughed at her antics but she simply grinned at me.

“well, my dear yn. i don’t have my car here today, mary drove me in. and i want to go to your house, it has a cat.”

i should’ve known she wanted to come to see marley. i’d adopted her a year ago when i signed for city and moved to england to play. alanna was the first person i met and had helped me move into my apartment.

marley had taken an instant liking to the tall blonde defender, which had surprised me and alanna. she usually wasn’t keen on people and lani was usually a dog person.

but every time she got the chance lani would tag along to see marley, never missing the chance to see her favourite feline. and she brought cat treats with her.

when we reached my place, marley was right there waiting at the door when we got in. alanna reached down to pick her up, cradling the purring cat to her chest. i laughed at the two, they were the cutest thing i had to get a picture.

the three of us spent that afternoon and evening doing some cleaning, cooking some dinner and watching netflix. and by we i mean me, while the other two sat on the couch and waited for me to finish so they could watch the netflix too.

it was roughly 07:00 pm when my phone rang. i answered, not thinking much of it.

“yn? this is tony gustavsson. how are you?”

i froze for a second, my brain not believing what my ears were hearing.

“yea hi tony i’m good, what can i do for you?”

“well, as you know it’s almost international break, and i’ve yet to select the team for the matilda’s. i would like to personally offer you a place on the squad.”

i sat in silence for a solid minute before i remembered i had to respond.

“you’re joking.”

“i can assure you i’m not.”

tony could tell i was astounded, laughing at how unbelieving i was.

“you want me to play for the matilda’s?”

“yes.”

“oh my god. thankyou.”

“thankyou, yn. i’ll let that sink in for you. have a good night.”

he hung up the call, thank goodness, because i was stunned into a statue. alanna had been comfortably sitting on the couch with marley the whole time when she noticed how shocked i was.

“are you okay?”

i nodded, just needing a bit longer to process things.

“i got the call up.”

alanna snapped her head up.

“no. please don’t tell me you’re joking.”

“i’m not joking. tony just called me.”

it was then that we both broke into squeals and laughter. i was so excited and ecstatic, i couldn’t believe i was getting my first ever national team call up.

“you did it.”

“we did it, lani.

couldn’t have done it without you.”

[lingeriae]

THE MORNING AFTER

warnings - very suggestive, reader is black and female, cursing, ass slapping, takes place in college, reader and aran are aged up to 21+

aran ojiro, one of the most popular and handsome man on the volleyball team and the whole entire campus. he stands six feet tall, and his skin wa smooth to the touch, with no blemishes are no marks, only a bit of hair below his chin and above his top lip that had women and men feeling weak in the knees. his muscles had boyfriends feeling insecure, and his ass had girlfriends envious with it's round and plumpy look. full lips were always pulled into a pretty, panty-dropping smile, the white teeth --sometimes adorning gold-- that flashed with it didn't even help the case. to put it simply, everyone, their mother --and fathers wanted aran ojiro, and you were no exception to that.

maybe that's why he was in your bed. naked back moving up and down as he breathed, the scratches you had no doubt left on his back causing you to cringe as you looked at him from your position on the bed. you gripped the sheets to your chest tighter as you watched him shift for a minute, exhaling deeply when he didn't seem to be awake.

"damn." you muttered quietly, eyes raking up and down his brownskin with amazement, bottom lip now between your teeth as you lifted up your covers and nodding in understanding when you saw his ass, women had a right to be jealous. with a deep breath you slowly slid yourself off the bed, trying your best not to wake the man beside you, smiling big when you suceeded before running off into your bathroom.

you had to take a minute to actually convince yourself that you actually slept with thee aran ojiro. now, no insecure shit, of course you thought highly of yourself, with a face and body like that why wouldn't you! but unlike some of the other players, aran didn't fool around with girls like that, you'd be lucky if he even smiled at you, let alone pound you all the way into next week. your hands worked to tie your braids into a ponytail before taking up your toothbrush, cursing under your breath at the fact that you forgot to put on a bonnet, but who could blame you when you were getting fucked by one of the sexiest men on campus?

smiling, you spat the foam out of your mouth, rinsing your mouth which had you bending over the sink and no longer looking in the mirror, if you were looking in the mirror you would notice the naked figure walking towards you, eyes on your ass and pussy that peaked from the material of your towel. he licked his lips before pressing against you, slightly smirking at the way you jumped and immediately straightened up, eyes wide as you meet his in the mirror.

"oh..." you said, averting your gaze from his to the toothbrush in your hand, moving to put it in the cup, your breath hitching when aran's hands drag up your towel to rest against your waist, nibbling on your lower lip before meeting his eyes in the mirror. "hi?" it was said so softly, that if he wasn't so close to you he woulcn't have heard it, but he did and it caused his lips to tug up further.

"hey," the raspiness of his voice isn't unexpected, but it still causes you to shudder and look away fom him again, focusing on the veins that run along his arms. aran licks his lips, eyes on the hickey that sat prettily on the side of your neck, his grip on your hips loosens momentarily to spin you around so that your ass rests against the counter instead of his crouch and your towel presses against his muscular chest. not knowing where to put your hands, you rest them on your chest looking up at aran through your lashes. "got tired of starin’ at me?"

your face flushed with heat at his words, rolling your eyes at his words you place a hand on his chest. "your are not all that, relax." you lied, feeling his chest vibrate when he laughed.

it was quiet when he stopped, his eyes dragging down to your lips before slowly up to your face, the hand on your hips tightening their grip as he leans to press his lip against yours.

the action was quick, but it still had your knees slightly buckling and a lovesick smile to make its way unto your face. "you have any classes tomorrow?" he askes causing you to raise an eyebrow at him, fingers twisting the silver chain that rests against his naked chest.

"nah, why?"

he rolls his eyes. giving your hips a gentle squeeze, "cause I wanna take you out, duh. thought you were supposed to be smart?"

kissing your teeth, you remove your hands from his chest and fold the over yours. looking away from him you try your best not to smile, "ion know. another man might wanna--" giggling at the slap he gave your ass, eyebrows drawn together as he looked down at you with a blank expression, you gave him an innocent smile while your fingers traced the hair above his top lip.

"don't even play like that." he mumbled, pulling you against him so there was no space left between the two of you. he closed his eyes for a minute, taking in the comfortable silence that surrounded the both of you before your giggling interupted it.

"bae, why you tryna hug me with your dick out?" aran only opened on of his eyes, looking down at you with a serious expression.

"cause ima put it in you, duh."

[simplyvyn]

Love at First and Last Sight. (N. Seishiro)

000: Stupid Nintendo Switch.

Warnings ( for this chapter only!): slightly ooc Nagi?

In which Nagi was somehow happy to have you as his fake date! And you we're happy to have him as your last date.

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Nagi, was just beside Reo, Reo watching Nagi play on his stupid nintendo switch just now with his eyebrows furrowing.

"You're always on that Nintendo switch of yours, you seriously haven't dated at least one person? Let alone having a crush?" Nagi shook his head while Reo sighs. When the first class ended, they just had a chat a bit, Reo asking if Nagi likes someone, he said no. Reo ask if he ever dated someone, he said no. Reo asking if he ever liked someone in his whole damn life, he still. Said. No. Its always like this daily. Every single morning at school for them, the first thing Nagi will put out is in fact, not a notebook and pen, instead his stupid Nintendo switch. While Nagi was busy playing with his Nintendo, Reo took it and Nagi reacted shock at first but when Reo put it in his bag, Nagi narrowed his eyes at him but then raising an eyebrow.

"Oi, what's wrong?" Nagi asks. "How 'bout we find you a date? Hmm?" Reo replied.

"Not interested." Nagi replied back as he tried to take back his Nintendo switch, reaching for Reo's bag but completely failing. "I'm not giving back your Nintendo switch if you don't start asking out someone."

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And so he did.

He looked around for a few seconds, his eyes landing on you as if he was looking for you. At first, you heard their little chit-chat somehow, but you didn't care. you we're to busy chatting with your friend that you didn't notice him approaching you. You only noticed him when you heard the fast-paced steps towards you.

"Go out with me." Straightforward is all you have to say. There was a slight motivation on his eyes which was rare to see. As if you really catched his attention. Yet, with all this, you accept. After all, what could go wrong? He was just asking you for help. Who are you to decline with such a sweet heart of yours? Plus, its just for him to get back his stupid nintendo switch and you know you dont have much time. You both will get out of this sticky issue. At least, you will, and he's just gonna be free.

Class started and it continued as normally. Class ended but you realized, he didn't tell much about the date, huh.. just as you were about to approach him, you stopped on your tracks. Where was he?! He was already gone? You look around the classroom and outside, the cafeteria, the schoolgates, the hallway and you were starting to get exhausted. Even your breathing problems started attacking you, so you sat down the bench.

You were on school gates resting for a bit as you pant, out of breath from walking around the school looking for that tall lazy gamer boy. You saw some basketball players practicing at the basketball court and only then you realized that, that tall lazy gamer boy, must be on the soccer field to practice. Bingo! You stood up from your seat and went to the soccer field, when you came there, There he was practicing with his team, and Reo. They still were practicing so you waited for them to finish. While waiting, you sat down but you couldn't help but observe the way Nagi plays. He was lazy, you're pretty sure about that, so why does he look like a pro playing football?

Their practice finished after a while and he noticed you. Somehow, his eyes lit up when he saw you, as if he was getting the prize from a claw machine. His water bottle and some of his stuff was actually beside you, and you didn't notice, but before he gets any of that he spoke.

"What are you doing here?" Nagi asks while looking down at you on your seat. "Well you didn't really tell me much about the.. date. When is it exactly?"

"Right now. Let me just change." What. "Wait wait wait, are you serious? I'm only wearing my uniform right now!" You replied. "Go home and change if you want." Nagi answered. "Let's meet up at the bakery near the Mall, " He answered. Somehow to you, this was all starting to be suspicious. Somehow. "Hold it!" You grabbed on the hem of his shirt as you stand up. "Give context at least. Where. Time. and How." He sighs, and of course you already know why. "Mall. Arcade. 6:30 PM. Play. Eat. Be happy." He said. And only by that, your satisfied. "Then I'll see you later Miffy!" You said causing him to whip his head back. "Miffy?.." He said as he sneers slightly "Mhm, you look just like that character!" Nagi sighs once more "Whatever y'say, Hello Kitty." You we're shocked with his answer. More specifically you we're shocked with the nickname he gave you.

You came home to your house and decided to wear something decent. A pretty top with simple pants should be fine (honestly you should decide). And decided to glam yourself up. You brush your hair, fixed your face, put on some perfume and your all glam up and ready to go out to date. You stood up from where you were seating while glamming yourself up. You got your shoes and wore it and your out to go on a fake date.

You walked outside and you feel your breathing problems attacking again. You we're near the bakery now and you checked your bag for your meds incase if you did prepare it. You bought water from the bakery and went out the bakery as you drank your medicine. While you did, Nagi was already there waiting outside the bakery.

"Oh you're already here. Didnt know you we're inside the bakery." Nagi spoke. "I was just inside the bakery to buy some water." You said while walking out the bakery. "Lets go?" As you tilt your head, and he nods while taking your hand, didn't know Nagi even knew how to hold hands, but at least he did. His grip was firm and enought to pull you to the arcade, he was also kind of fast, or maybe its because of his long legs.

You both entered the arcade and your feet was definitely hurting from all that walking. You didn't notice he let goes of your hand to buy tokens at the register counter, it wasn't much but enough. You thanked the registrant then now it was your turn to pull Nagi's hand. You eventually found the basketball game and decided to play it. It was available for multi-players so you and Nagi played. Most of the shoots we're all his and barely of them was yours! Hah.

After that the both of you decided to find more games on the arcade and you found a PvP player. "Hey Nagi, wanna make a bet?" You said while looking at him and he looks at you while tilting his head, raising an eyebrow. "If i win, you buy me cotton candy!" You said sheepishly. "And if i win?" Nagi answers. "Hmmm, you choose." It was kind of suprising, you can see Nagi making at least an effort of think of one. "You do whatever i want." You stare at him while raising an eyebrow. "Which is?.." Nagi thinks about it again. "I dunno. I'll think about it later. 's a hassle." And suprisingly.... You lost. What did you expect? It was Nagi. Nagi. Seishiro. So i guess you weren't much in shock.

"How do you even learn... things if you're so lazy?" You ask out of curiousity. "Dunno. I just do." He answered as you sigh standing up ftom the PvP game. "One last game? Before we eat?" Nagi sighed but nodded as he stood up. You immediately found a game you kind of wanted to try. A claw machine. With some Hello Kitty plushed animals. You put your last batch of tokens and played the game. You we're about to press the button but before you did, you feel Nagi's chest softly press behind you and controlled your hand on the joystick on top of the machine.

"It's too far, put it on the right a little.." he says while controlling your hand. Once the claw was in position, Nagi pressed the back of your hand that was on top of the button and suprisingly, you got it! "That was so close, thanks Nagi!" You said as he gets away from you a little and you went to get the Hello Kitty plush. "Here, you should have it, i wouldn't have gotten it if it wasn't for you." You said, handing out to him the little Hello Kitty plush. And suprisingly he took it. Held it in his one hand and spoke "Since this is Hello Kitty, I'll take it." He answered, then you tilt your head. "You like Hello Kitty? Didn't know you we're Hello Kitty fan." You said as you giggle "No, I'm taking it because it reminds me of you." He said and this time, he's the one tilting his head. Your eyes widen as you heard his answer, it makes your heart slightly flutter and feel your cheeks heat up but you giggle. That's actually kind of cute.

"Soo, let's go eat? I'm kind of starving."

Before you both left the arcade, you both decided where to eat and went to the restaurant. You both got a table and went to your table and sat down. Both of you we're faced to eachother, so its impossible to not look directly at him. You both decided to order and when you both we're done, you couldn't help but think about the.. whole thing here. "Hey Nagi?" You called as he raised and eyebrow at you. "Why did you ask me out on a date?" Nagi thought deeply of it again, thinking for an answer, looking for the right words. "Reo told me to."

"Huh."

"Well, reo told me to just pick a date, so i picked you."

"Why me?" You ask.

You can see Nagi deeply and really think about it, but even Nagi knows to himself that he likes you. You caught his attention so easily. When he picked, he knew you were the perfect match for him and not for him as a fake date. He chose you for a reason, a reason that will he keep on his mind and one to be happy with.

As straightforward as Nagi can be, he was kind of nervous to say it out loud. There was a pang on his chest and it feels like a swirling mess on his stomach. "You.. just caught my attention."

Honestly, you we're very shock. You, the most simplest girl. Nothing too special. Not too famous yet you got chosen and you caught the attention of your school's little soccer star player. You felt your cheeks flush red again and you put a hand on it, slightly massaging it so the pink tint would go away but it soon did when your food arrived.

You ate your food and he ate his in silent, but the silent was nice and also.. kind of scary but you're okay with it.

You both got out of the restaurant and already paid the bill, somehow Nagi insisted on paying it and it was his treat so you just accept. You both we're almost at the exit until you stopped.

"This was was a nice date, Nagi. I really appreciated it." You spoke as you smile at him. Nagi can't ignore that little jumps and flips on his chest, he kind of enjoyed the date too. "Give me your number." Nagi spoke as straightforward as the same but you did give it to him. "Give me your phone then." He handed you his phone and you typed down your number. After you finished, you went to the camera, pointed it at Nagi with your other hand, on the side of the camera with a thumbs up. "Just incase if your friend asks for proof." You said while handing out his phone. You look through the exit and saw the line for taxis are starting to get long, so you'll just take the bus. You walk to the bus station and Nagi was still following you somehow. "Are you also taking the bus?" You ask and Nagi stops at his feet. "No.." he answers as you stop at your tracks as well, facing him. "Well, i should go now before the train leaves, i really liked this date and.. i hope this little date is enough for you to get your nintendo switch back." You said.

"I won." Nagi says.

"Hm?" You tilt your head to the side.

"I won the game. And i know what i want now." Now you start to remember what he means, the little pvp game!

"Oooh, you mean our bet. Okay, so what is it?" You ask.

"Lets continue.. this." Nagi simply said.

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You know that this was all fake. You know that this was all for a stupid nintendo switch. You know that you only accepted this date because it'll be your last date. "If it helps you, then okay." You oblige. And somehow you see Nagis eyes lit up. Why? This was all fake right?.. The train came and it was slowing down a bit, before you will go inside the train you spoke to Nagi. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, Nagi." Waving at him and he wave back as you hop on the bus.

When Nagi came home, though he felt all giddy and he felt like he was in a daze even though it didn't look like it. He swore he never felt this warm feeling on his chest. He thought the best way to make things official was posting a date of you and him, so he did.

And as soon as he did, that little friend of his, messaged him already. As he sighs, he opened the notification and replied;

Note: I DIDNT EXPECT THIS TO BE LONG AT ALL HELP, if you want to be in a taglist (if ill make one) lmk! Edit: This was supposed to be 000..

(MASTERLIST)

[roryyyys]

Prongs what's wrong?

(Quick thing I wrote mostly at school about James not feeling so great after a quidditch game sorry if it isn’t as good it’s kinda rushed and like I said I was at school <3)

It was early evening after a quidditch game the boys in the common area were planning a victory party. James sat through with his head resting in his hand Remus picked up on this and spoke to James since he was usually ecstatic after winning a game “Prongs you alright? We can always save the party for tomorrow night if you're too tired mate..” James shook his head at Remus and started adding things to the party list.

Sirius was ecstatic about the party, Remus rolling his eyes knowing he's gonna have to take care of a hungover Sirius in the morning if he got shitfaced.

“Moons..moons..moons..moons” Sirius bothered Remus over and over again till he answered “what do you want pads jesus christ.” Sirius laughed and smiled “can you make blueberry tea? You make it so much better than everyone else.” Of course Remus smiled and nodded leaving the boys alone for a bit Peter and Sirius bothered James to his limit where he snapped and left the room to their shared dorm to lay in his bed.

James whimpered in his bed he didn't feel that great to be honest his head was pounding and his body just felt overall sore. Remus brought up some blueberry tea to James and set it down with a smile asking him if he was sore since he was so tired.

“Sore prongs? You can take a nap. I'll wake you up like an hour before the party.” Remus assured and James smiled and nodded “thanks moony..Im really tired..game took everything out of me tonight i guess..” Remus nodded and smiled.

“Anytime Jamie..” and with that Remus left the room to go talk to the idiots in the common room. The boys looked up at Remus and Sirius said “what's up with prongs is it his time of the month or something.” Sirius laughed softly and Remus gently hit him.

“He's not feeling great, he's a bit sore from the game.” They continued to talk and write out a list for the party.

Then of course Sirius sent Remus and Peter to go get the stuff while he went to his room to finish up a page in a scrapbook he was making for Remus' birthday.

Sirius saw James knocked out in his bed and laughed, sneaking a picture of him with the polaroid he saw a more uncomfy look on James face and thought he was having a nightmare.

So he sat on his bed, took his glasses off his face and rubbed his back before getting up and going to his own bed. Sirius was never that sappy but nobody was around and he knew how it felt to have nightmares.

James snored softly a few moments later making Sirius laugh. James woke up around twenty minutes later and sat up looking at Sirius and spoke “what the hell is the glitter for..” the sudden speech made Sirius jump “fuck! Prongs, it's nothing! Um..none of your business!” Sirius panicked. James panicked at the sudden panic, making both of them laugh a few moments later.

James laid back down just “defrosting” in his bed as he described it. He laid there for a good while eventually getting up for an outfit change.

He still felt horrible even worse but he didn’t care, he needed to go to this party only because he was the star player of the quidditch team. But it was getting harder and harder by the second he had a pounding headache that was turning into a migraine.

He was nauseous beyond belief his stomach was churning and he whimpered to himself while getting ready. Once done he heard Remus on the other side of the door. “James is up? I promised I'd wake him..” James stopped listening and walked out.

He looked at Remus and smiled, Remus smiling back “feeling better prongsy?” James just nodded because he didnt wanna tell them that he felt like absolute shit if he did Remus would go all mother hen and Sirius and Peter would tease and make fun of him like a bunch of little kids.

He hated when they did that it annoyed him even though he did it back. “What did you guys buy..?” James asked softly, still half asleep even though he had been awake for a little over thirty minutes now.

Peter answered him “just some drinks, snacks and decorations, not much to be very honest.” James nodded at that feeling awfully dizzy anytime he tried to nod or shake his head but he didnt wanna speak so he didn't. He decided to risk stumbling around and being dizzy just so he didn't have to talk much.

He of course asked about what he should wear and Sirius answered telling him to wear something more casual and comfortable and James nodded, throwing on a jumper and some sweats.

He helped Remus set up the decorations ignoring the pounding migraine he was getting and how tired he was. Remus was catching on quickly but ignored it hoping James would admit sooner or later that he was in fact not “fine” once they finished setting up streamers and pouring out snacks it was around eight pm.

People started showing up and it got loud very quickly, making James' headache worse. Regulus was there mostly because Sirius made him come to the party to see James since they were “kind of” dating Regulus did not consider them dating but James did. Though Regulus was in love with James the same. So Regulus was a bit happy to see James.

When he saw James a look of concern crossed his face seeing his well mostly “secret lover” looking as if he were to pass out any minute. James didn’t drink which made Sirius catch on since James usually drank at a celebration party “Come on have a little drink Jamie might help take your mind off of whatever you're thinking of!” Sirius said already mostly drunk but could still tell something was up with his friend.

James laughed softly and took a drink to not seem suspicious. “Yeah, Yeah I'll have a drink if you shut up.” Sirius smiled all tipsy and giggling. Regulus made his way over and pushed Sirius aside “don't be a prick Sirius he doesn't have to drink if he doesn't want to.”

James smiled at Regulus “It's fine I'll have a drink it's just one anyways.” Regulus pulled James aside “You look sick James. C’mon we're going to your dorm you idiot.”

James pulled back “im fine i swear just sore.” Regulus obviously didn't believe him one bit. “Bullshit potter. Let's make up an excuse for you hm..?” Regulus said getting soft with James seeing how sickly he looked in bright lights.

“James nodded with a soft yawn feeling exhausted Regulus took the tallers hand thinking of an excuse and walked over to Remus since he was the only one that wasn't drunk or tipsy.

“Im taking James to the dorm to shower, someone spilled a drink on him and he’s really upset..” What the hell kinda excuse was that regulus!? He thought to himself facepalming internally. Remus nodded, waving them off Regulus, grabbing James' hand again making their way to the dorm.

In the hall on the way to the dorm James felt incredibly nauseous and leaned on Regulus catching on hurrying up slightly so James didn't puke in the hallway.

Once back in the shared dorm that James Sirius Remus and Peter shared he grabbed some comfortable clothes for James consisting of a jumper and some soft shorts and he grabbed a bucket from the corner of the room in case James decided to lose his dinner.

James flopped over exhaustively on his bed Regulus sitting next to him ran a soft cold hand through James curls speaking softly yet still firm and cold like he usually did “You wanna drink or a snack? Might help you feel better I promise darling..” James shook his head and spoke sleepily “you read me a book?” Regulus’ heart melted but he wouldn't admit it.

He grabbed a book James had gotten yet never read and sat down next to him James putting his head in Regulus lap curling up in a ball while Regulus read to him. Falling asleep quickly Regulus kept reading for over an hour before falling asleep with James.

James woke up a bit later with a horrible nauseating feeling in his stomach. He sat up and tried to get up to get water but immediately sat back down with a soft heave he put his hand over his mouth and shook regulus who stirred before sitting up to see James on the verge of puking so he passed him the bucket and James instantly vomited into the bucket Regulus pulled his hair back and took his glasses off him setting them on the side table then rubbing his back.

“Jesus Christ James..” James whimpered “I'm sorry I didn't think this would happen…” Regulus shushed him and reassured him it was alright. “It's okay, things happen but next time I'd like a better warning idiot..” James nodded, they sat there for around twenty-five minutes James vomiting and or dry heaving. Finally he was done and Regulus asked him just to be sure “all done?”

James nodded and curled up on the bed while Regulus got up to get water for him. Seeing the time Regulus sighed it was only ten at night meaning everyone was still in the common room partying.

When he brought James water the door swung open and in came Sirius stumbling into the bathroom to vomit Remus trailing behind him talking to him “please darling don't throw up on the tile!” James laughed softly. Sirius always got way too drunk for his own good. “Your brothers are an idiot..” Regulus smiled and handed him the water.

“Trust me I know you know and his boyfriend knows.” James sipped the water and Stared at his laptop. “Can we watch a movie..?” Regulus smiled and nodded “what do you have in mind?” James took the laptop and pulled up “monsters inc.” Regulus smiled and got in bed with him “great choice darling..”

James curled up to his partner and watched the movie falling asleep around forty-three minutes in regulus and smiled “feel better darling..” Regulus said softly falling asleep around an hour into the movie. James was so lucky to have his boyfriend and Regulus the same.

Though Regulus' brother was annoyed the next morning when he found out they fell asleep together but it didn't matter because as long as they were happy Sirius didn't mind to much at all.

Should I do more marauders??

(Please do send me requests I love taking them and I’d love to do them‼️‼️‼️)

[malii-the-bonehead]

The Other Woman pt1

its here ladies and gents its here.

Slow burn

Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.

She was beautiful and he knew it. He knew because every chance he got, he would look in her direction. She sat so perfectly in 3rd hour history class, her back facing him. But he could imagine exactly what her face did. The way she focused so hard. So hard that she’d lick her lips too many times. The way her eyebrows furrowed when she didn't understand the lesson. Her long hair perched in a messy bun on top of her head. How her cheeks were always dusted with a light pink color. She was so, so beautiful. Not everyone would think that, but one adored her. Chris adored everything about her. She was so sweet and soft spoken and she was a little bit shy. He would listen to her talk when the teacher would ask a question and wonder how she got so wise and smart. He was proud of someone he never knew.

He thought about her a lot. And ofcourse, he was beautiful as well, but he didn’t think so. He thought he could never, ever be good enough for her. Chris thought he lacked the smarts and personality that she had. He thought he wasn’t worthy of her, and so many people, except himself, knew he was more than capable. Chris wasn’t exactly sure of how popular he was in school. Him on one side of the social status and her on the other.

Despite not many people knowing her, the ones who did were fond of Y/n. They had no reason to despise her. Everyone apart from Chris’ girlfriend. No one understood why, not even Chris. And Chris loved his girlfriend, but she wasn’t Y/n. The love he felt for Y/n was different from Clairisa, Chris’s girlfriend. She was beautiful too, super smart as well and always kind.  But there was something that drew Chris to the other woman. He didn’t have a clue what it was but it kept tugging at him. And it pained Chris to know that if Clairisa knew how he felt about Y/n, it would crush her. But that didn’t stop him. He just wanted to talk to her. To be close to her. He wanted to be her friend. That’s why he’s where he’s at right now, in front of Y/n's desk in their only shared class.

Y/n’s pov

I wrote on my paper, studying the last bit of information I could before the test. I didn't have time to study last night. Work kept me up til around midnight, and when I did finally arrive home, I had to clean the kitchen. It was always a mess when I got home. I regret not doing it after school, seeing how tired and stressed I was this morning. I scribbled down as much as I could. I found that I can memorize things quicker if I write it down a few times. God how I hated history. I was good at everything, math, science, English, and even French class, but history? Hell no. I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing them with my fingers. I heard a slight tap on my desk in front of me. I moved my hands from my face and looked up slightly. It was a boy with brown hair and very blue eyes. I felt my face form a confused expression. I knew who he was, everyone did. Chris Sturniolo was kind of popular with the girls and he was very friendly with the majority of the guys at school as well. Most knew him because he played hockey, and damn was he good at it. 

Why is he at my desk? Class is about to start and he’s at my desk.

“Um, yes?” I asked, glancing over his face before shifting in my spot. His gaze was making me uncomfortable.

He looked at me for a few seconds, but it felt like so much longer. He looked like he wanted to get something off his mind but couldn’t form the words.

“Do you need something?” I questioned him once more. Then, as he was opening his mouth to say something, he closed it and walked away to his desk. I looked down at my hands on my lap. What was that about?

I glanced back slightly, him already looking at me. I quickly turned around, picking up my pencil and scribbling on my paper again, trying to hide my face from others that were filing into the room. I felt a blush slowly creep up my neck. Well that was embarrassing. The bell rang meaning class was starting. I closed my book as the teacher announced we had a test today and started going over the directions of what to do after we had finished.

The test wasn’t difficult at all. I was actually the second one to finish it. I knew I had gotten an A on it. Majority of it was common sense. After I turned the paper in to the teacher, I walked back to my desk. I glanced around the room, my eyes finding the top of Chris’s head. He had his head down, probably sleeping. Did he finish his test? Why is he sleeping right now? I shook my head slightly and sat back down at my desk. I opened my bag and grabbed my phone and headphones. I opened my music app and played my music, letting out a breath and sighing. I had work again today. From 4 to 11:30. That meant that when I got home I had to clean the house quickly, so I didn’t struggle like I did last night. I placed my head down softly, shutting my eyes and listening to the music playing through my headphones.

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School was slow. Every class seemed to take forever. I think it was because I was so exhausted. Lunch was nice though. I normally go outside for lunch. I like to look at the sky, listen to my music and enjoy the quiet. Sometimes there would be the occasional person to say hello to me but today it was just my thoughts. I was grateful for that. I appreciated the 45 minutes of peace. I liked talking to people, but most of the time it was too much to deal with. Talking meant focusing, and lunch was the time that I didn’t need to focus, unless I was cramming information in my head because of an exam next hour. 

The last bell of the day rang, excusing students to go home and enjoy the rest of the day for themselves. I walked outside, to my car. A white  2017 Nissan Sentra. Nothing special, but I loved it. It was cozy and gave me good memories. Memories I’ll hold onto for the rest of my life. My dad got it for me on my 16th birthday a year and a half ago. That was probably the best birthday I’ve ever had.

I got in and shut the door, starting the car. I looked around, making sure it was safe to go. Slightly to my left, a little ways across the parking lot, I spotted Chris leaning against his girlfriend's car, his hands in his pockets. She was leaned up against him, talking about something I obviously couldn’t hear. 

She’s so pretty, I thought to myself. I’ve always admired her, always been jealous of her since the 4th grade. She’s so lucky to have a guy like Chris. She deserved him. He deserved her. I blinked slowly, realizing I was staring at them. She kissed him and walked around to the driver side of her car. He walked to the passenger side and they both got in, pulling out of the parking lot. I leaned back in my seat. I wonder what he needed earlier. I honestly forgot about it, even though the situation made me very uncomfortable. I hope he didn't think anything bad of me. I mean, why was he standing there just looking at me. Why didn’t he talk? What if he wanted something from me? What would he want? I have nothing to offer so why would Chris Sturniolo be at my desk? I put my head down, rubbing my eyes with my fingers, for what felt like the 10th time today. I lifted my head and drove out of the parking lot, going in the direction of my home.

You have more important things to worry about, Y/n. Get home and get ready for work. But, I still thought about those blue eyes looking into mine all the way home. 

[forest-hashira]

Noble Blood - Chapter One

well guys.... it's finally here! the first chapter of the AU that has consumed my brain for the last few months. we're starting out with everyone as little kiddos, but i promise most of the fic will actually be after a timeskip, so the main players will all be in their 20s. for more context for this AU, you can check out the "dragon rider au" tag on my blog!

cw: gender neutral reader, some little kid shenanigans, that's about it for this first chapter really | wc: 4.4k | read on ao3 here

Footsteps hitting cobblestones and heavy breathing were the only sounds that filled your ears as you raced across the village, determined to reach your destination as soon as possible. The chilly weather had kept most people indoors, but you had an important task to accomplish, and you would not be deterred by cold wind – even if your mother had insisted on wrapping you up in the warmest coat you had before letting you leave the house.

You spotted your destination soon enough, a smile brightening your expression as you closed the remaining distance to the building. Leaning all the weight of your little body into the door, you pushed it open, taking in a deep breath as the smell of the bakery greeted you. 

“Good morning, Nanami-san!” you called, pushing the door shut before walking over to the counter, where your friend’s mother was smiling kindly down at you, her hair tied back messily from her face, a little bit of flour still dusted across her cheek from earlier that morning. Her mottled brown dragon sat obediently at her side, tail twitching in greeting. “Good morning, Cinnamon,” you added, waving politely at the dragon.

“Hello, sweetheart,” the woman replied. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s Satoru’s birthday!” you answered, unable to contain your excitement. “I came to buy him a treat.” 

“Is that so?” she mused, your excitement causing her eyes to crinkle slightly in the corners. “In that case, what kind of treat were you thinking of? We have a lot to choose from.”

You nodded in response, gaze shifting to scan the shelves that held all of the baked goods. “I want to get him something sweet. He likes sweet things.”

With a nod, your friend’s mother told you all of the sweet treats you could choose from: chocolate chip cookies, shortbread cookies, pastries with apples or pears or persimmons, cinnamon buns with frosting, and small chocolate or vanilla cakes.

The number of options overwhelmed you a bit, and you could do nothing but stare at all the desserts in front of you for several moments. You were so caught up in trying to think of what to pick for your friend for his birthday that you didn’t realize anyone else had come into the room, until you heard another familiar voice call your name.

“Kento!” you said, relief washing over you as your friend stepped around the counter to join you, his hand trailing lightly across Cinnamon’s wing as he stepped around her. “What do you think Satoru would like best? I’m getting him a treat for his birthday.”

At the mention of the older boy’s name, Kento’s nose crinkled up slightly, but he took your question seriously, looking over all of the options before you. “I don’t think he likes fruit very much,” he said after a moment. “But he does really like chocolate.”

You nodded in agreement, thankful to have another friend to help organize your thoughts as you considered your options. With that knowledge in mind, you were able to narrow it down to just two choices, which made deciding much easier for you.

“Can I get some chocolate chip cookies, please?” you asked, looking back up at your friend’s mother. Your smile returned to your face as she nodded, picking up four of the cookies and wrapping them up in paper before handing them to you.

“Thank you, Nanami-san!” you said excitedly, before remembering that you needed to pay for the cookies before you could take them to Satoru. You shoved your hand into the pocket of your coat, pulling out the little coin pouch your father had given you and opening it. You poured a few coins out into your palm, counting and recounting them carefully before you offered them up to the baker; it was almost everything you had managed to save up over the past couple of months, but you were more than happy to spend it all on this gift for your friend. 

Once Kento’s mother had taken the coins from you, you shoved the coin pouch back into your pocket before taking the package very carefully. “Are you going to come with us to the festival later?” you asked, turning to face Kento again. Everyone else – you, Shoko, Utahime, and Satoru – had agreed to meet up later in the day so you could all watch the fireworks show the Gojo clan was supposedly putting on for their precious heir’s birthday, and you hoped that Kento would join you; he was younger than all of you by at least a year, but he was good company, and you liked having him around.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned and looked up at his mother, who just gave him a slight shrug, though her meaning was clear: it was up to him whether he joined you and your friends or not. “Can Kokoro come too?” he asked, turning back to you after a moment of consideration.

“Yeah!” you eagerly agreed, smiling brightly. Everyone in your friend group was fond of Kento’s little sister; it was hard not to be, with how sweet she was. Having her around always made you smile, and she even seemed to bring out a more well-behaved side of Satoru than almost anyone else could. “Shoko said to meet up at her house when it gets dark and then we could go find Satoru. I’ll see you then!” You bid a quick goodbye to your friend and his mother, then rushed back out into the cold.

The Gojo estate was a little further from the heart of the town than any other residence was, and as you made your way up the path to the front gates, you were glad your mother had insisted on your thickest coat; it had begun to snow at some point while you walked, and though it wasn’t snowing hard, it was enough for you to really begin to feel the chill in the air on the skin that wasn’t protected by layers of clothing. 

When you finally began to approach the gates, you were stopped by a guard; if you had looked up, you would’ve been able to spot his dragon circling the estate, keeping watch from the air, just as all the other guards’ dragons did. “State your name and your purpose,” the guard said, face serious but impassive as he stared down at you.

You introduced yourself, then held up the cookies, still carefully wrapped in the paper the baker had packaged them in. “Satoru is my friend, I’m here to give him a present for his birthday. May I see him, please?” Normally, you were inclined to behave more like Satoru, who liked demanding what he wanted from his family, rather than asking for permission, but you doubted you would be granted permission to see your friend if you acted that way this time. 

The guard looked you over for a moment before apparently deciding you posed no threat, and he gave you a slight nod, taking out his key and unlocking the gate for you. He ushered you inside, closing and locking the gate behind you once again. 

As you stepped onto the estate, you spotted a woman about the same age as your mother, and you recognized her as Satoru’s favorite nanny, her grey and white dragon walking figure eights around her legs. “Hello!” you called out with a wave, smiling as you walked a bit closer to her. “Do you know where Satoru is? I have a present to give him for his birthday.”

The woman looked up when you called out to her, and she smiled as she recognized you. “Good morning, love. Last I saw Satoru, he was still in his room. I doubt anyone has been able to make him leave yet. You know how he is.” 

A soft giggle escaped your lips before you could stop it; you knew exactly how Satoru was. He hated early mornings – in his mind, anything before ten o’clock was “early” – and he refused to leave his bed before that time. Even after he did get out of bed, he often refused to change out of his sleep clothes to get dressed in “real” clothes for the day. You thanked the nanny for her help, then turned and raced off in the direction of Satoru’s chambers. He had almost an entire wing of the house to himself, and a large section of the gardens to go with it. The gardens on the Gojo estate had always been one of the most beautiful things to you, even in the winter, so you chose to continue your journey outside, rather than go inside and have to fuss with taking off your shoes and your coat, and have to worry about staying quiet and respectful.

It didn’t take long for you to reach Satoru’s area of the house – you’d been to the estate enough times to know your way around by now – and you hastily climbed up onto the engawa by his bedroom. You paused for a moment to catch your breath, then knocked on the wood frame of the shoji screen in front of you. “Satoru,” you called out. “Are you awake?”

“No,” came the muffled reply from within. “It’s too early, go away.”

“But it’s me, Satoru!” you insisted with a whine.

“Go away,” he repeated.

“I brought you a birthday present.”

There was a pause, then the sound of grumbling and a shuffle of fabric approaching the door. Satoru slid the door open enough to peek at you, eyes narrowed against the light of the sun, and in apparent annoyance at your insistence for him to come see you. He had a thick blue blanket wrapped around him like a cloak, and his hair was sticking up in completely unnatural directions from his sleep. “What did you bring me?”

“I don’t even get a ‘good morning’? No ‘it’s so good to see you!’?” you asked somewhat playfully, unable to help but tease your friend a little bit. 

“No,” Satoru replied shortly, a small scowl on his face. “I can’t say good morning because it’s not a good morning, you woke me up early. On my birthday.”

You sighed dramatically at his words, though a small part of you did feel bad for waking Satoru up when you knew he really wasn’t a morning person. Despite your antics, you held out the paper bundle to him, and he was quick to take it from you.

It was clear that Satoru was eager to open the package and see what you’d decided to get him, but he was careful as he unwrapped it, not wanting to damage whatever was inside. When he finally opened the paper enough to see what was inside, his eyes widened, and he looked up at you in amazement. “You got me cookies?”

You nodded excitedly, grinning brightly at your friend. “Yeah! I know you like sweet stuff, and I wanted you to have something you didn’t have to share with anyone else.” 

Satoru stared at you for a moment longer, then dropped his gaze back to the cookies in his hands, like he couldn’t believe they were real. “Where did you get them?”

“I bought them from Nanami-san earlier,” you said. “Kento said you probably wouldn’t like the fruit pastries, so I decided to get you the cookies. I know you like chocolate.”

“You bought them?”

“Yes.”

“For me?”

“Yes. Satoru, are you feeling okay?” You tilted your head slightly as you looked at him, your brows pinched together in concern. 

He nodded slowly after a moment, looking up from his hands to meet your eyes again. “I just didn’t think anyone would get me anything,” he said quietly, and you frowned even more.

“Don’t you always get a lot of gifts from your family?” From what you could remember of his birthday the previous year, Satoru had been surrounded in gift boxes wrapped in silks and satins, everything too expensive to even consider putting something as simple as paper on the outside.

Satoru shrugged then, lowering himself carefully to sit on the floor just inside the doorway, the blanket he’d dragged with him from his bed still somehow wrapped around him. “Yeah, my family gets me stuff, and sometimes the other clans will send things, too, but it’s not anything I want, y’know? It’s always super fancy clothes I can’t sit down in because they’ll wrinkle, or books about war or politics or breeding dragons. Stupid grown up stuff.” He scowled into the middle distance, clearly not looking forward to another year with the same types of gifts. As his gaze drifted once again to the cookies in his lap, though, his scowl melted away. “This is the first time I've gotten a gift I liked. Thank you.”

Heat flooded your face despite the chill in the air; Satoru never said thank you to anybody for anything, so for him to say it to you, for something as small as birthday cookies? You were beyond surprised. After a moment, you realized he was staring up at you again, his too-blue eyes wide and full of… something you couldn’t quite name. He didn’t look upset, though, which was reassuring. “You’re welcome,” you replied, suddenly feeling a little bashful.

“I, uh, I have to go home now,” you added after a moment, giving your friend an apologetic look when he seemed to pout. “My mom told me to come straight home after I gave you your present, and if I’m late she’ll get upset. But everybody’s gonna meet at Shoko’s house tonight so we can find you for the fireworks! I’ll see you later, okay?”

He nodded, still seeming a bit disappointed over the fact that you couldn’t spend more time with him. Before he could get too lost in his own head, though, you dropped to the floor and squeezed him tight in a brief hug. “Happy birthday, Satoru,” you said quietly, then pushed yourself back to your feet, turning and racing towards the gates so you could go home like you’d promised your mother.

Because your back was turned, you failed to see the blush high on Satoru’s cheeks, and the way he smiled brightly in your direction after you left.

You hated being late. It always made you feel like you were wasting other people’s time when you were late, and even at the tender age of seven, you didn’t like making anyone wait for you like that. Luckily for you, none of your friends seemed as concerned about your tardiness as you were; Kokoro in particular seemed excited to see you, smiling brightly and waving at you enthusiastically as she clung to her brother with her other hand.

“Your mom got caught up fixing your hair again, didn’t she?” Shoko asked as you approached, before you could even apologize for holding everyone else up.

A frown tugged the corners of your lips, and you reached up to touch your hair with one hand. “Can you tell? Does it look bad?” Everyone knew your mother had the habit of fretting over every detail of your appearance whenever you attended events put on by the Gojo clan, though you never really understood why; it wasn’t like the Gojo clan cared much for children outside the family.

Utahime bumped Shoko lightly with her hip, then offered you a smile. “I think it looks really nice,” she said kindly, and you could tell that she meant it.

“Really nice!” Kokoro agreed enthusiastically, her sweet little face already a little pink from the chill in the air.

You smiled back at the youngest member of the group, though you felt your cheeks heat slightly at her earnestness, for some reason. “Okay, we’re all here now,” you said, turning your attention back to Shoko. “We should probably find Satoru before his parents lock him down.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and together you headed off to the center of town, ducking and weaving your way between adults lingering around food stalls and talking loudly amongst each other, though everyone’s dragons for the most part stayed out of your way, not eager to be jostled but a bunch of children. You kept an eye out for your friend’s shock of white hair as you navigated through the festivities, but you couldn’t quite catch a glimpse of him. You were so focused on your search, in fact, that you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist and lift you a couple inches off the ground.

“Found you!” Satoru cheered, and even without being able to see his face yet, you could tell he had an impish grin plastered across his lips. 

“Satoru, please put them down before you cause a scene,” Utahime sighed, and when you looked over at her, you could already see a hint of annoyance in her features. 

“Who cares if I cause a scene? It’s my birthday,” Satoru replied indignantly, but he did set you back down on your own two feet. 

Once you were free from your friend’s surprise embrace, you turned to face him, and you were able to see his grin return in real time. It looked like maybe someone had tried to slick his hair back into some sort of more refined style, but he had managed to get it back to its usual fluffy, slightly messy state. He was dressed in a silk kimono – real silk, the expensive kind that your parents would likely never be able to afford – that was a pretty shade of light blue, dragonflies dancing across the fabric in a slightly darker shade of blue. The fabric seemed so thin you had to wonder how he wasn’t shivering. 

“You look nice,” you told him, taking a moment to straighten your own kimono from where it had gotten twisted when he’d grabbed you.

“I always look nice,” he replied, looking a bit smug. When he caught Kento scowling and Utahime rolling her eyes at him, though, he added, “But thank you. You look nice too.”

“When do the fireworks start?” Kokoro asked, sounding like she was about to burst from the anticipation.

Satoru turned to her with a grin as he answered. “Pretty soon,” he told her. “And I have the perfect place for us to see them, without anyone else getting in the way. You wanna go?”

“Yeah!” she cheered, then seemed to mellow out a bit and follow it up with a “Please can we go?” You could only assume her brother had squeezed her hand to remind her of her manners.

Her reaction almost seemed to make Satoru’s chest puff up with pride, and he nodded eagerly. “Yep! Everyone follow me!” Without any further warning, he took off across the town center, leaving the rest of you to scramble to keep up with him.

“Satoru!” you called after him, trying your hardest to catch up to him, somehow managing not to trip or step on anyone’s feet, though you did get squawked at by a few dragons. “Satoru, slow down!”

You surged forward a few more steps, managing to close the space between you enough to grab his hand in your own, thankfully causing him to slow down a bit as he turned to look at you.

“Slowpoke,” he teased, and you just stuck your tongue out at him. When someone took your other hand, though, you turned, seeing a somewhat breathless Utahime clutching your hand, Shoko on her other side, followed by Kento, then Kokoro bringing up the rear, everyone looking a bit red in the face from the sudden sprint across the festival.

Seemingly satisfied that everyone was with him now, Satoru began leading the way again, though this time at a blessedly slower pace that made keeping up with him much easier. 

He led everyone through the festival, all the way out of the town center and towards the peach orchard that occupied a good chunk of the space between the town and the Gojo estate.

“You’re not expecting us to climb trees in our nice kimonos, are you?” Utahime asked, sounding somewhat horrified at the idea. She stopped in her tracks then, bringing everyone else to a halt as well, either to avoid crashing into her or to not wind up dragging her across the orchard.

Satoru turned, a frown on his face as he looked over at her. “What? Of course not, I’m not stupid,” he said, clearly offended by her words. 

Utahime continued to stare at him, unconvinced.

“I’m not!” he insisted, his frown pinching into a full-on scowl.

“If we’re not climbing the trees,” you cut in, not wanting this to escalate into an argument. “Then where are we going to watch the show?”

“The observation deck,” Satoru answered, as if it were obvious, before pulling everyone along behind him once again. It didn’t take long to reach the observation deck, and you all stared up at it for a moment; the platform was almost level with the treetops, which meant there was a completely unobstructed view of the sky.

“Is it safe?” a small voice asked, and you turned to see Kokoro clinging a bit tighter to her brother, her brows furrowed with worry.

“Yes, it’s safe,” Satoru answered, before Kento could get in a word of his own. “The stairs to get up and down are sturdy, and there’s a railing on the platform. You don’t need to worry about anything.”

You were a bit surprised to hear how serious he sounded, though when you turned back to face him he was still smiling, doing his best to reassure the little girl.

“I’ll go up first so you can see, how about that?”

Kokoro hesitated for a moment, then nodded in response to the question, though she already seemed a little more at ease just from Satoru’s confidence. 

Satoru nodded back, grabbing onto one side of the handrail and climbing easily up the stairs, not pausing or looking back until he was up on the platform. “See?” he called down, stepping to the railing and waving at the rest of you, a bright grin on his face. “Nothing to be worried about! Everything’s okay!”

You exchanged looks first with Utahime and Shoko, who shared a look between themselves before shrugging, making their way over to the stairs; they hadn’t exactly been worried in the first place, but now they had no reason not to join Satoru on the platform. As they climbed the stairs, you turned your attention back to the two youngest members of the group, tilting your head curiously. 

“Do you want to come up and join us?” you asked gently. “You don’t have to, if you’d rather go back to the festival and find your family, I’ll walk you back.” Though the idea of missing the fireworks with the rest of your friends did make you sad, you knew you wouldn’t be able to properly enjoy them anyways if you were worried about Kento and Kokoro navigating their way out of the orchard and back to the festival all on their own.

“Yes,” the little girl said after a moment, nodding slightly as she walked closer to the stairs, though she paused and looked back at her brother before she started climbing. “Are you coming too, nii-chan?”

“I’ll be right behind you,” Kento promised, offering his sister a gentle smile of encouragement.

With that, Kokoro was holding tight to the handrail, making her way up the stairs slowly but surely, her brother following right after her, fully prepared to catch her if she were to somehow lose her footing. 

You gave them a few moments to begin their trek up the stairs before you followed them, not wanting to crowd them at all. Within a few minutes, all three of you were stepping up onto the platform itself, and you took a moment to admire the view of the stars before the fireworks started.

“It’s pretty up here, isn’t it?” Satoru’s voice was quiet beside you as he spoke, as if he only intended for you to hear.

You nodded in agreement, looking over at him after a moment longer of stargazing. “Have you been up here before?”

“A few times, yeah,” he said with a shrug. “I sneak up here when my family gets annoying, sometimes.”

Unused to such vulnerability from the boy beside you, you were unsure how to respond. “Why fireworks?” you blurted after a moment, immediately feeling your face grow hot with embarrassment; it was definitely not how you’d meant to respond, but there was no taking it back now.

“Huh?”

“Why are your parents doing fireworks this year? Is there something big in your family about turning eight? It’s not like you’ll meet your dragon this year.”

“Oh,” Satoru said, then shrugged slightly. “I don’t know. If it’s a big deal nobody ever told me. They just said they were doing a fireworks show.”

It still seemed a bit odd to you, but it was obvious you weren’t going to get any other answer out of the white haired boy, so you decided to drop the subject.  Luckily for you, though, the first of the fireworks launched into the sky with a shrill sound before bursting into bright red sparks overhead, effectively pulling everyone’s attention and pushing the question of why there were fireworks in the first place far from your mind.

All of you stared, completely enraptured by the flashing lights and colors above your heads, for several minutes. When a smaller series of bursts created the shape of a dragonfly in the air, you remembered the kimono your friend was wearing, and you reached over to take his hand, never looking away from the fireworks. You leaned a bit closer into his side, wanting to make sure he could hear you when you spoke.

“Happy birthday, Satoru,” you said quietly, in a brief lull between explosions.

He said nothing in response, nor did he look over at you, but he gave your hand a light squeeze, and he leaned his head lightly against your own; a small, silent moment, just for the two of you, even with all your other friends around.

If you had known that that would be one of the last moments like that you’d get to share with him, you would have treasured it more.

i really appreciate everyone's support & patience on this! i have so much i want to do with this fic (& this AU in general, really), so i hope you'll stick around to see where this goes! reblogs & replies are always appreciated, i wanna hear what you guys think! also feel free to drop by my ask box with questions, i'm more than happy to talk about little worldbuilding details!

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[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

Fight Fire with Fire

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Reader and Jason Carver get into a fist fight. Eddie is absolutely enthralled by the reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and fighting, some swearing

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It was surpirse to Eddie when he walked into school for the day and he saw you and Jason Carver in the front office sitting one chair apart from one another. The front office lady was on the phone and glaring at you both, obviously calling someone with a speck of authority to come deal with you two.

From the context clues that laid themselves out in front of Eddie, you and Jason had gotten into a fight.

Jason sat there, a bloody tissue stuffed up one of his nostrils and an icepack wrapped in a flimsy paper towel held over the basketball player's left ice. A couple drips of blood stained his white t-shirt and his hair was jostled.

You sat just a chair away, arms crossed and eyebrows scrunched. You looked much better than Carver, only a couple bloody and bruised knuckles, as well as some blood splattered on your thick rings. But nothing else seemed out of place on your person.

Movement caught Eddie's attention and he looked away from both of his classmates. The front office lady was pointing down the hall, phone still held up to her ear. She was ordering him away, demanding that he stop soliciting and go to class. Eddie obeyed, continuing on his way to his first period.

During the morning, you weren't in Eddie's shared chemistry or math class. He presumed you were still being punished for getting in a fight with Hawkins' golden basketball player. But you did pop up during lunch, walking in with Jane Hopper glued to your side, and a line of yapping sheep (his sheep, mind you) following you both.

Eddie watched as you conversed with the children for a couple minutes before the boys broke away from the group and you, Max, and Jane made your way to a separate lunch table. The boys were a group of chittering chickadees as they settled into their unassigned-assigned seats at Eddie's table. The metalhead watched the boys before speaking up.

"What was that about?"

Mike spoke up first, "Y/n beat up Jason Carver this morning!"

Before Eddie could press for more information Dustin added, "Cause he was being like a super dick to Jane, you know Jane? And, y'know, that hurt Jane's feelings and Y/n heard and totally came over and stood up for Jane! And Jason one hundred percent threw the first punch. So, Y/n just defended herself!!"

"Yeah, whatever she did to Jason does not fall under 'self defense'," Lucas cut in.

"Yeah yeah! Whatever!" Dustin waved him off. "But it was totally badass to see Y/n kick his ass anyway!"

Eddie looked at the older guys, Gareth, Jeff, and Grant. They seemed intrigued by Y/n as well, as they've never heard nor really paid attention to her all that much after she rejected their proposal on joining Hellfire. The guys all shrugged, and Eddie barely listened as the kiddos continued debating on whether your actions fall under self defense or not. Self defense or not, Eddie thought you were totally metal, times two, for standing up to Carver.

During the last class period, Eddie shared english with you, and he was giddy with excitement and hoped you wouldn't be too grumpy from this morning to talk to him. And thank god his assigned seat was right next to you.

He plopped down in the plastic seat, practically dropping his metal lunchbox on his desk. He sat sideways, facing you with shiny eyes. The boy awaited for you to notice him so he could ask like a million questions about what happened.

You do notice him, turning your head to look at the excited puppy sitting next to you. It hurts a bit to turn your head, maybe cause Jason managed to get one punch in before you gave him a bloody nose.

Eddie lights up more when you two make eye contact, “Man! You must’ve really knocked him on his ass!! I mean,” Eddie paused for a moment. “I haven’t seen him all day! Jason really must be butthurt!”

You nodded, turning your body so the strain on your neck wasn’t too bad, “He got a few in on me though.”

“But that was like totally metal though!” Eddie praised. “He came out all bloody and shit, and you’re fine!”

“Yeah, but my hands hurt a bit,” You shake your hand limply from side to side. “Guess that’s what I get for picking a fight with a basketball player.”

“Yeah true,” Eddie shrugged, leaning back in his seat once Mrs. O’Donnell walked in. “I’ve been in that boat a few times. But I know Jane’s happy to have an upperclassman on her side in this godforsaken school.”

You nod, eyeing the teacher, who glares back. Mrs. O’Donnell’s obviously heard the news and it looks like you’ve been adding to her mental list of trouble makers.

O’Donnell starts class as soon as she sets her cup of afternoon coffee down. She paces the front of class, as if antsy for the class to end.

You don’t really pay attention, not in the mood today after this morning’s fiasco. Eddie don’t pay attention either, too busy stealing glances at you and planning the next steps in his campaign, but mostly stealing glances at you.

[harlowsbby]

i still remember that one anon sending in a concept of how Jack and a member of his team don’t get along. they always argue and hate on each other every time they’re in the same room to the point where they have to be separated. Jack at the end ends up confessing his feelings to her but reader doesn’t believe it bc of how he is with other women and just not serious with them. pls post it that anon was doing their thing with that idea😭😭😭 i saw u saying its titled coming together.i’m not giving up on u anon !!!!!!

Coming Together

You hated the way you absolutely had the biggest crush on Jack simply because you knew he was a player and you’ve seen up front and personal how he’s treated women.

You’ve been friends with Jack since High School and since you were taking this summer off from College Jack suggested you’d come along with him for his summer tour. You were beyond thrilled mainly because you’d finally be able to spend time with him.

Jack would be lying if he said he didn’t like you as well, he’s been falling for you ever since he met you in Ms. Honey’s 9th grade home room class and when he had you for almost every class after that.

Lately Jack and Neelam’s assistant Keith haven’t exactly been seeing eye to eye whenever they were in the room together they’d start arguing instantly and when Keith found out Jack had a crush on you things went a little south.

You were all on the tour bus on your way to California for Jack’s show that night it was around 7am in the morning, you all had the option to fly on the jet but Nemo saw the tour bus as a bounding opportunity, there has been so much heated tension in the air and he knew it all needed to be cleared up.

Jack sat at the tables with Urban, Neelam and Nemo while you were in the kitchen with Keith the two of you making coffee. Jack glanced up when he heard you giggling.

“Stop Keith that’s already so much sugar you only need at most two scoops.” You laughed and snatched the spoon out his hand.

“What if I like my coffee sweet though? Just like how I like my women.” He smirked as you laughed nervously. “Is that so?” He licked his lips and nodded. “I think it is, but seriously I love sweet coffee I don’t know how you can only do one scoop of sugar.”

You shrugged your shoulders and lifted the iced coffee to your lips before taking a sip you moaned softly at how good it tasted, Keith and Jack cheeks heated up at the sound of you moaning. “It’s because a little bit goes along way.” You told him and went to walk back to Jack and them.

You went to walk past Jack to go lay down in the bed in the back till he grabbed your arm softly. “What did he want? He didn’t say anything to you did he?” Jack’s jaw tightened and you frowned shaking your head. “He didn’t say anything Jack I promise.” You told him softly.

“I’m going to lay down for a bit okay? I have a little headache.” He smiled and and nodded and let go of you. You went back into the room and shut the door behind you before flopping on the bed.

After scrolling through apps on your phone eventually you ended up falling asleep but not long after you were sleeping the sound of yelling had woken you up.

“Yeah but she isn’t your girl so don’t fucking go near her alright?!” Jack yelled at Keith as Urban attempted to hold Jack back.

“Jack calm down man he isn’t worth it.”

Neelam stood in front of Keith trying to hold Keith back and Nemo well he just stood there wondering what was going to happen.

Neelam wasn’t really sure how this argument started because one minute they were joking around, the next Keith was talking about you and one thing led to another and Jack was charging after Keith like an animal.

“She isn’t your girl nor will she ever be your girl.” Keith scoffed. “News flash she isn’t your girl either Jack and I highly doubt she’ll be with anybody like you.” Keith tried pushing past Nemo but he wasn’t giving up.

That’s what made Jack even more mad because he as well had many thoughts that you’d never date him simply based off the fact how he treated other women.

“You don’t know shit Keith honestly Neelam if you’re going to hire an ass for an assistant at least run it pass me or something.” Neelam rolled her eyes and tossed her hands in the air. “Don’t bring me into this shit.”

“Just face the facts that she’d never date you, because the only thing you can offer her is the thing between your legs other than that you have nothing to offer her.” That one hurt Jack. He’s been working hard to prove to not only himself but other people as well that he’s changed.

You stood there a bit frightened mainly because you’ve never seen Jack react this way, the way his face was slightly red from anger, his fist being balled to his sides was a bit terrifying. Urban looked up when he noticed your presence.

“Jack.” Urban mumbled that’s when Jack looked behind him seeing your confused and scared face, his face immediately softened and his fist unclenched. “Y/N shit.”

“Checkmate.” Keith stated and smirked before he went and sat down in the front of the tour bus with Nemo. “Y/N, can you take Jack in the room with you please?” Neelam kindly asked you nodded and took his hand leading him into the room.

Jack sat on the edge of the bed and watched as you bent over to get something out of your suitcase his cheeks flushed as the shorts you were wearing were a bit too short but Jack wasn’t complaining.

You turned back around and that’s when he saw you had some sort of mini massaging wand in your hand. “What’s that? It isn’t one of your sex toys is it?” He laughed as you smacked his chest. “No it’s a massager I got it back in Japan when we had went. Isn’t it so super cute?” You smiled and he nodded. “It’s super cute Y/N.”

You crawled on the bed and stood behind Jack on your knees, he was swearing a white tank top so it was easy for you to apply some lotion and start massaging the tool into his skin. He groaned and leaned into your touch. “That feels good Y/N who would’ve thought a mini massager would be able to go along way.” You giggled and twisted a few of his curls.

After awhile it was quiet the only sound coming from Jack’s phone, it was starting to eat you alive as to what he was arguing with Keith about.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened between Keith and yourself?” Jack sighed heavily and turned off his phone.

“Do I need to though? It really wasn’t anything. You rolled your eyes. “It had to be something I heard you say something about a girl not liking you.” You paused for a second. “Who is she.”

You said bluntly and even though you knew you might regret asking him that question deep down inside you needed to know if he was thinking about someone else.

“You’re the girl, we were both arguing about you.”

You stopped your movement as your heart began to beat. “You were arguing about me? Why I’m nobody special.” He smacked his lips.

“Are you kidding me Y/N? I’ve liked you since the day we met and Keith well I guess he found out about that and was trying to ask you out and I got jealous.”

“You we’re going to ask me out?” You smiled wide he nodded his head. “Yes but I’m sure he messes up any chances of that happening.”

You wanted to believe Jack you really did because this is what you’ve wanted all along but because of the fact of how he was with other women and never treated his past relationship serious you were a bit hesitant, you just didn’t want your heart to be broken by someone you’ve loved for the longest.

“I like you too Jack but it’s hard to believe that you really like me simply based off the fact that you’ve got a well known track record with women.” He laughed.

“I’m flattered that the feelings are mutual but I promise I’d never treat you or do you like that, I’ve changed and I’m still changing Y/N.”

You removed yourself from behind him and you were now sitting on his lap in front of him, Jack wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you flush against his chest.

“I’m giving you a chance Jack but I swear on my life if you break my heart-.” He cut you off. “I’d never break your heart ever now can I kiss you?” He desperately asked you nodded and leaned into him and he leaned in as well and connected your lips onto his.

“I told you they’d kiss now pay up.” The two of you pulled apart when you heard Urban talking. You looked behind you seeing Urban and Nemo standing there. You hid in Jack’s neck trying to bury yourself from the embarrassment.

“Can you two get out of here!” Jack yelled and the two of them laughed.

“Wait what are they doing? Is he kissing my women.” Keith yelled and tried looking into the room but Nemo pushed him back.

“That’s none of your business but if you must know I just might be an uncle soon.” Urban teased making Keith groan.

“Well since the moment is ruined I guess we should go back out there with everyone.” You told him softly and went to remove yourself from Jack but he pulled you back into him.

“I don’t think so I’ve been waiting on you for the longest so for the rest of the night you’re mine.”

You giggled but nonetheless you spent the rest of the night wrapped up in Jack’s arms but you weren’t complaining, as long as you were with Jack you were at peace with life.

[iheartzegras]

prompt 1 & 2 from the prompt list with trevor?

breakdown - trevor zegras

hey anon! thanks sm for your request!

prompts: “hey, hey. it’s okay, i’m here now” and running your/their fingers through your/their hair

this is sad trevor :( it gets better at the end though!

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trevor had been one of the ducks star players since he started playing in the big leagues. with that, comes a lot of pressure. trevor had yet to crack under it. that was good for him, but you knew deep down that he would have to break eventually. you didn’t expect that to be that same day though.

the ducks had no game that day, just a morning skate. usually on days like that, you and trevor would rest all day to make up for the lack of sleep.

you had gone to the grocery store after laying in bed all day with trevor. at the store you picked up some of his favourites, lucky charms and even some reese’s cups. after you checked out, you proceeded to get in the car and make your way home.

your keys jingled in the door and you walked inside. you had been putting away the grocery’s when all of a sudden you heard quiet sniffles coming from down the hall. at first, you thought it was just the fan acting up, but when you went to go check, you did not expect to see your boyfriend softly crying on the couch.

trevor was never one to cry. you had only seen him cry very few times in your relationship. he always comforted you, but this time, you were going to do the comforting.

you quietly walked over to him and sat next to him. it broke your heart to see him like this. you engulfed him in the biggest hug you’ve ever given. “trevor, baby, what’s going on?” “i’m sorry. i just didn’t know what to do. you were gone and i just started freaking out-“ he barely hiccuped out. “hey, hey. it’s okay, i’m here now”

you grabbed his hand with one of yours as the other went and flowed through his hair. whenever trevor had minor attacks like this, this method would always work. you had no doubt it would work today.

“trev, look at me” you asked him, and which he obliged. “follow my breaths, okay?” he nodded. you started to breath in and out at a slow pace, making sure he could keep up. you still continued to hold his hand and play with his hair.

once he had fully calmed down, with minimal tears, you decided to ask him what was wrong. “hey, you gotta tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” “i don’t know. i just got worked up about my gameplay recently and some of the chirps people throw my way. it gets me all angry and with the game tomorrow i just felt so stressed so i panicked”

after he elaborated, you both laid down on the couch in the quiet. it was a comfortable quiet. the both of you needed it after what just happened.

you noticed he had fallen asleep, so you decided to get him his reese’s cups for when he wakes up. you set them on the coffee table and you started watching some tv to pass the time.

you felt some light movement and yawning coming from next to you. you let him adjust until you gave him his snack. “thank you so much y/n! i love you” “i love you too trev”

even though trevor rarely expressed what issues he was having, you knew when he was having them and you would always try and talk him through it. you always made him feel better, no matter the situation.

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my bad for the ending 😭 i kinda got a bit of writers block with it so it’s not as detailed.

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[tooneys-russo]

BOOTS AND BROKEN HEARTS

Previous Parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Summary: Alessia and her UNC coach Willa have a bit too much chemistry. Only downside is that Willa has a girlfriend.

CHAPTER 4

The first game of the season was against Providence College, it was a very tight game and Willa approached Anson telling him they needed to put on Alessia. At half time Willa thought maybe he would make the change, she was visibly frustrated when the change wasn’t made and she stood by the bench with her jaw clenched. Alessia couldn’t help but stare at her coach, she looked really good pissed off. At the 55th minute Willa walked over to Anson and they appeared to have a somewhat heated discussion, Willa smirked and turned to Alessia. “Go warm up.” Willa won the battle to get Alessia on, it was ridiculous that she wasn’t on the pitch to begin with but now they would get some of that hard football that they needed. As soon as Alessia was on the pitch the whole game changed. UNC were pressing forward and keeping the pressure on Providence, Alessia watched a cross come in and got a header in, but it was just saved by the keeper. She groaned in frustration, “Less keep it going you got it!” She heard Willa from the sidelines. Willa was sat with a few of the other players talking them through the game when Alessia had a shot that was deflected by the keeper and scored off the rebound by Julia Ashley. The team celebrated but Alessia was slightly worried that she would remain on the bench after helping her other striker get the winning goal. After the game Willa found the blonde girl after their meeting and she had a change to shower and get changed. “Well done.” Willa leant up against the wall of the hallway, “I didn’t score Willa.” Willa shrugged. “You got the assist.” Alessia sighed, “Yeah off my shot.” Willa put her arm around the girl’s shoulder and lead her down the hallway. “Oh young one, don't worry, a few sessions with me and you will understand why you had a phenomenal game.” Alessia shoved Willa in the side with a slight smile. “You are annoying, teach me to score and I might think you are less annoying.” Willa laughed. “I will work you hard just so you know. Goodnight Alessia, celebrate and I will see you tomorrow at 10.” Willa stopped by her office and Alessia waved to her coach as she headed back to her dorm. There was an undeniable tension between the two of them, there was clear flirtation in each conversation that neither of them were going to cut back on. 

The following morning Willa got some Gatorade and water ready for the session, she set up some mannequins and cones then waited for the gorgeous blonde to come by. Alessia checked how she looked in the mirror before she walked onto the field, she wore her UNC shorts and training shirt with her Nike boots. As she walked onto the grass she saw her coach standing there in a UCLA training shirt and shorts. “What the hell Willa! You do know you are at UNC right? Can’t just walk around in UCLA crap.” Alessia laughed and Willa looked down at her shirt. “This looks way better on me than that sky blue, royal blue all the way princess.” She kicked a ball to Alessia, “Start warming up and no complaints.” After a minute Willa joined Alessia in warm up so she wasn’t lonely, they chatted about the game briefly during the warm up. They shifted into some ball work, going around cones and quick changes of movement. Willa was impressed by Alessia’s ball skills and the way the ball would do whatever she wanted like it was on a string. “Next drill, back to the mannequins then turn and shoot.” Alessia did the drill with ease, she needed some real pressure. Willa moved the mannequins while Alessia had a much needed drink, she then put on her boots and grabbed a few balls. Willa waited on the edge of the 18 yard box for Alessia who soon followed. “Okay, it’s you up against me now.” She tossed a ball to Alessia who smirked. “Do I get punished when I kick your ass?” Willa laughed. “Yeah you will be benched again.” Alessia gasped and shoved Willa. “Not funny.” She put the ball at her feet, Alessia began coming towards Willa who followed each movement Alessia made but didn’t make a tackle. It was hard for Alessia to be able to make any ground, she was used to players diving in to tackle and going around them. They seemed to be doing this dance for a few minutes before Willa closed the gap and tapped the ball slightly away from Alessia then took it a few metres down the field. “You got lazy there Russo, take me on.” She passed the ball back. Alessia found it hard to get used to the style of defence that Willa was doing and soon just used her body to block the ball. Alessia pressed her back into the front of Willa who put one hand on Alessia’s waist to hold her slightly. Alessia tried to turn but Willa was right there like velcro on her. Their bodies were pressed right against each other, able to feel every movement, both of them very aware of each twitch of their muscles but trying to focus. Alessia went to turn and Willa got the ball and Alessia fell over her leg. “Ugh what the hell?! How do you do that?” She laid back on the grass frustrated, Willa laughed at her reaction. “Well princess I can tell exactly what you are going to do. Use my body as a way to predict.” She held her hand out and pulled the striker up. “Turn around.” Alessia followed her instruction and suddenly felt Willa’s body against her and hands on her hips. “Use these to turn me. Push back to get me off balance, that will give you a few seconds of peace from me.” Alessia struggled to focus feeling Willa’s hands on her hips then it clicked what she was asking, to push her ass against her to turn her, it would be rude not to listen to her coach. Willa kept her hands on Alessia’s hips, Willa then felt the striker push back into her, sending her stepping back, this gave Alessia the opportunity to turn and have a shot on goal. Alessia turned with a smirk, “Well I guess you do know a thing or two about this football thing.” Willa stepped closer to the blonde, “There is a lot I know about this football thing.” They looked into each other’s eyes for a minute before Willa stepped back and cleared her throat. “Um good work Russo, film session later today.” She turned and began packing up, Alessia collected herself. “Yeah thanks, see you then.” She quickly headed back to her dorm and laid down on her bed.

Lotte watched as Alessia flopped onto her bed and covered her face with her hands. “How was your little private session with Willa?” Lotte smirked and Alessia groaned. “Ahhh yes that sounds phenomenal. Did you say actual words with her or just speak in grunts while you drooled all over her?” Lotte laughed and Alessia just gave her the finger. After a few minutes Alessia sat up and gave a recount of the training, their bodies together and the flirting. “Holy shit Alessia! She is so into you!” Alessia ran her fingers through her hair. “She has a girlfriend and she is amazing but again she has a girlfriend.” Alessia looked over at Lotte. “Look something is clearly going on between you two, you could keep going the way you are and just bide your time or you can shut it down. Only you can decide Less.” Lotte looked at her friend sympathetically. After their classes Lotte and Alessia walked into the theatre Willa was sat up the back in her usual spot with her notebook, Lotte gently pushed Alessia, “Go sit with your girl.” She whispered and went to sit with Lois. Alessia fixed her hair and sat next to Willa, “Hey Coach.” Willa smiled up at the blonde girl. “Well hello there Russo.” Willa shifted her body to face more towards Alessia. Anson spoke to the girls about the upcoming game, the previous UNC game started playing on the projector. Willa whispered tactics to Alessia, as the game continued Willa put her leg against Alessia’s. Neither of them made an attempt to move, Alessia put her hand on Willa’s thigh, “Just wondering, if I was going to cut back in that situation would I do what we did this morning and fake going down the line?” Willa looked down at Alessia’s hand and swallowed hard, she could only answer with a nod. Alessia smirked and moved her hand as she sat back, she knew what she was doing was very wrong but technically nothing had happened between them…yet.

A few weeks had passed, Willa was able to see Jennifer a couple of times but to be honest the reception to her being there was cold. Jennifer was so focused on hanging out with some of her teammates, some more than others. Willa threw herself into her work with the team which included multiple sessions with different players, none were as tension filled as the ones with Alessia. She and the striker were always pressed against each other during the trainings and finishing the sessions catching their breath but not from the running. The team were on the plane headed to Notre Dame for what was promising to be a tough game, Alessia and Willa exchanged looks throughout the flight. Once they were at the field, Willa brushed past Alessia, probably a few too many times as they got ready for the game. Alessia didn’t complain once and even a few times she made sure to be in her coach’s way. When the game started it didn’t take long for Alessia to make an impact, not even a minute in and Alessia lost her player and was able to header the ball into the back of the net. Alessia ran over to the sidelines and hugged her teammates, everyone began walking back to reset and Alessia winked at Willa making the coach’s heart race. Notre Dame equalised after 10 minutes and the girls dropped their heads slightly. At half time Willa stood in the middle of the players. “Keep pushing, that goal came from a lack of concentration. Remember those sessions in the Carolina heat, you pushed hard and fought for each other. Keep going and we have this!” The girls headed back out onto the pitch pumped up for the next half. Alessia came off in the 75th minute looking frustrated, Willa came over and patted Alessia on the back. “You are only getting a couple minutes off Alessia then I want you pressing those defenders. Pretend it's me in our sessions, use your body and don’t be afraid to shoot.” Alessia locked eyes with Willa and nodded. True to her word it was only a few minutes and Alessia was back on, again within two minutes Alessia made an impact, she had a shot on the keeper which rebounded to Freshman Taylor Otto who smashed it into the back of the net. The team was elated when the final whistle blew and began celebrating in the middle of the field. Once they were back in the change rooms the music was blaring, the players were dancing with a disco light strobing in the room. Alessia snuck away from the main group to find the coach standing to one side laughing. “Did you see my goal?” Alessia looked at her coach. “Of course I did. You really put a show on for me didn’t you?” Willa put her cap on and leaned in to whisper in Alessia’s ear, “In a few days you and I have a game to watch. Make sure you bring your tissues.” She left Alessia standing there as she watched Willa leave the room. 

The flirting between the two intensified on their way to Syracuse, Alessia made sure to bend over while Willa was close by and brushing against her coach whenever she could. At the game Alessia didn’t score but she did find herself sitting next to Willa on the plane ride home. They watched a movie together, Willa picked ‘Goal!’ Alessia only complained about having to watch a movie about Newcastle United for 10 minutes before Willa quieted her down with some snacks. Alessia rested her head on Willa’s shoulder and soon fell asleep. When they landed Willa gently touched Alessia’s hand that was resting on her thigh. “Hey princess, wake up.” Alessia groaned and sat up, she rubbed her eyes and then looked at Willa. “Well I seem to have wasted my flight haven’t I?” She got up and grabbed her things as they exited the plane. Conveniently for Willa, Jennifer didn’t seem to notice Willa’s new found focus because she too was focused on another footballer, Alanna Kennedy. There were rumours circulating that there was something more than friendly between the two, they had been snapped dancing together in clubs and getting close at training, this was squashed each time by Jennfier explaining that she was just friends and she had no one at her new team. Willa just accepted Jennifer’s explanation and moved on. 

The morning of the Newcastle United v Manchester United game Willa sent Alessia a picture of her in a Newcastle United shirt and shorts. Alessia checked if anyone was around and went to her wardrobe and grabbed her Manchester United jersey and went into the bathroom. She had on very short soccer shorts with the jersey and you could only just see the bottoms of them. Alessia held up the hem of the jersey slightly so you would be able to see the band of her shorts. She took the picture and sent it through to her coach with the message, ‘Red is such a nicer colour’ Willa stared at the picture before getting a call from Anson, she had to do a few things for Anson ready for their next game. There was a few hours before the game for her to kill with the work Anson needed done, she could do it before seeing Alessia, but she forgot to respond to the blonde striker. Alessia had spent the last three hours since she sent the message in a silent panic, maybe she took it too far and Willa was freaked out. She was pacing in her room and Lotte was starting to get worried, “Okay what is going on? You are going to wear a hole in the carpet.” Alessia groaned, “I messed up.” She sat on the end of Lotte’s bed. “I sent something to Willa.” She handed her phone to Lotte, the defender’s eyes widened as she saw the image. “Oh wow. At least it is a great pic.” Lotte handed the phone back. “I am sure you aren’t the first player to have a crush on a coach, you will be fine with the team, you won’t be kicked off or anything.” Alessia looked at Lotte. “I didn’t even think of getting kicked off the team! I was just thinking of having to face Willa for the Newcastle and Manchester game!” Alessia laid back on Lotte’s bed and covered her eyes. “Just leave me here to die.” She groaned and Lotte laughed. “At least you had clothes on.” It was little consolation for Alessia knowing the coach had definitely seen the picture. Willa checked her phone 30 minutes prior to the game starting, she noticed she hadn’t replied. ‘Sorry for the late reply princess had to quickly do some work. But yes you do look great in red, see you soon.’ Alessia felt a wave of relief sweep over her as she re-read the text and rushed over to the theatre where Willa was waiting. 

There was a moment of silence when Alessia walked into the theatre and saw Willa standing there in her Newcastle shirt. “God, you need to get rid of that.” Alessia grabbed the hem of the shirt. “You need to get rid of that.” Willa replied and grabbed the hem of Alessia’s jersey. They stood there looking at each other until the whistle from the game interrupted them. “Wanna sit?” Willa grabbed Alessia’s hand and took her to the middle rows where some food was set up. They cheered and bickered during the game, at half time Willa groaned. “If they bloody had defenders willing to track back we would be fine.” She put on her cap backwards and leant back with her hands on her head. “Just convert Willa, trust me it would be less suffering to go for Manchester.” Alessia smirked. “Read my lips Alessia, there is no way in the world that I would wear that god awful Manchster United kit, I'd sooner wear Middlesbrough.” Willa leant in with a smirk and Alessia bit her lip. Willa couldn’t resist anymore, this girl was constantly on her mind, she leant in and connected their lips. Alessia immediately put her hand on the back of Willa’s neck to deepen the kiss, Willa grabbed Alessia and guided her onto her lap, sliding her hands up the striker’s thighs. Their lips moved together in perfect sync, small moans escaping both of their mouths, three months of teasing had finally led to this moment. Willa made her way down Alessia’s neck planting kisses and digging her fingers into Alessia’s thighs. The moment was cut short by Willa’s phone ringing, Alessia picked it up while Willa was still making her way along Alessia’s neck. Willa felt the blonde on her lap stiffen and quickly get off her, “Less?” All Alessia could do was hand Willa back her phone and quickly leave the theatre. Willa looked at her phone and sighed, it was Jennifer. “Hey baby.” Willa said as she sat back, the game still on the big screen. “I saw your schedule and thought that you could come out to see me?” Jennifer sounded very perky and excited to hear her voice. “Yeah baby the game tomorrow?” Willa knew that she was in deep with Alessia and now had to try and pretend everything was okay with Jennifer. 

She got an afternoon flight and let Anson know where she was heading to, she just needed some time to think. Jennifer was waiting by the gate when Willa got off the plane, they shared a kiss and a hug as soon as they saw each other. Willa compared the kiss with Alessia's. It was nice but it wasn’t like what she had with Alessia, there was so much passion and intensity. The night was spent cuddled up on the couch watching a Hallmark movie and eating some pasta, in comparison Alessia gave Lotte a full rundown of what had happened. Lotte couldn’t believe that they finally gave into their feelings for each other. The two Brits sat down for a movie night, Alessia wanting to keep her mind off Willa, she scrolled on Instagram while the movie played and saw a picture of Jennifer and Willa kissing at the airport, Willa still wearing her Newcastle United jersey that Alessia had been holding onto while they made out. Alessia bit her lip to stop herself from crying, Lotte noticed and asked what was going on, Alessia simply handed her phone over and tucked her knees to her chest. Lotte clenched her jaw, “Bitch.” Alessia’s head snapped towards Lotte who was always the calmest and most sensible person. “How can she just go and be with her girlfriend after making out with you! Is she an idiot?” Alessia laughed at Lotte, it was nice to have someone in her corner. “Okay new plan, we forget her no more flirting with her, cut her off.” Alessia nodded, might be easier said than done. 

The game was fantastic to watch, Jennifer played well too. She was prominent and assisted in two goals. Willa watched closely as the game progressed, she made some notes on things she wanted to try with the UNC team when she got back. Willa looked at her phone and typed out a message to Alessia wanting to press send, ‘Hey Less, I am so sorry for what I did. You probably know that I am with Jennifer right now at her game but when I come back I want to talk about what happened. I do care about you, I am so sorry again.’ She backspaced everything and just simply sent, ‘Hey Alessia it’s Willa. Can we talk when I get back from Orlando?’. There was no reply for the whole game which Willa did kind of expect. After the game Jennifer met Willa outside the back of the stadium, Jennifer had a crop top and jeans on with a pair of heels. “Baby we are going out, you have to come!” She wrapped her arms around the coach. “Um yeah okay lets do it.” Willa tried not to go out too much, she got bored quickly and often Jennifer would forget that she was even there and leave her while she partied with her friends. It seemed that Willa could predict the future as she sat at the booth for hours while Jennifer danced with her teammates, she seemed to be quite close with them especially Alanna Kennedy who currently had her hands on Jennifer’s hips while Jennifer pressed her ass into Alanna. Willa rolled her eyes and finished her drink, it was clear that perhaps Jennifer and Alanna were a bit closer than just friends. Willa had enough of watching her girlfriend and she left the club, it wasn’t her scene. She looked at Alessia’s instagram profile and flicked through a few of the pictures, she had the kindest eyes and was gorgeous. Willa knew that she needed to end things with Jennifer, Jennifer was into Alanna and she was into Alessia. 

Jennifer didn’t come home until 4am while Willa was asleep. She was quickly awoken by Jennifer stumbling into the room drunk, “Where the fuck did you go?” Jennifer put her bag on the bed. “I came home. You seemed to have your hands full.” Willa said dryly not looking at her girlfriend. “Are you serious? I dance with my teammates and you get pissed?” Jennifer came around to the side of the bed that Willa was sleeping in. “I want you out. Now.” Jennifer pulled back the covers on the bed and Willa sat up. “Fine.” She grabbed her already packed bag, knowing what was coming as soon as she got home. Jennifer was always like this, she would get drunk, get flirty then kick Willa out when Willa was upset with her behaviour. “You didn’t speak to me the whole night Jen. But you were grinding up against Alanna right in front of me. If you don’t want me anymore just let me know.” Willa opened the door. “Fuck you! We both know you are just jealous that you never made it like me.” Jen crossed her arms. “You’re right.” Willa closed the door and called an Uber, she headed to the airport. 

Willa got a flight at 6:00am back to North Carolina she landed at 7:50am and was back at her apartment by 8:40am, the first thing she did when she got home was get changed into UNC uniform and headed to the gym. She worked out until 11:00am when her body was beginning to give up on her. Willa had done an hour on the treadmill, thirty minutes on the rowing machine and the rest of the time she did an arm weights workout. As Willa was finishing up Alessia walked into the gym, wanting to get in a quick session. She noticed the blonde and attempted to go over but Alessia turned her back when Willa got close. “Don’t bother.” Was all Alessia said, Willa sighed and left the gym. She had a shower to clean up before the team meeting, at least she would see Alessia in the meeting, maybe they could talk quickly. As they entered the theatre Willa sat in her spot up the back and soon after Alessia walked in, she noticed the girl up the back but chose to sit in the third row with Lotte and Lois. Willa needed to have a talk with Alessia about what they had done. The team meeting was very beneficial as Anson added in some of Willa’s tactics, as they were leaving Willa grabbed Alessia’s wrist and stopped her from leaving. “Hey, just wondering if we could have a chat?” Alessia looked at Willa’s hand. “Sorry, I have to get going, it’s late and I have class.” Alesia took her arm back and walked past the coach without looking at her. Alessia remained distant up until the game against Miami, they were a good team but were somewhat dirty as well. Willa had a chat with a few of the players outlining their tactics and ways to use it against them, she nervously walked up to Alessia. “Hey, um just like we worked on in training. They are a physical team and will want to come after you especially, if it gets too much let us know and we can bring you off. We need to keep you protected.” Alessia looked at Willa coldly. “I will be fine.” She pushed past Willa who knew that she deserved the girl’s hatred.

CHAPTER 5

[lostfirefly]

Tell me what you want to hear, something that will light those ears, I'm sick of all the insincere, so I'm gonna give all my secrets away

You will be surprised but the idea for this fic came to me from a dream. In my dream Buggy and I were in the subway (on our way home) and were listening to the music through the headphones. In the second half of the dream someone beat me but that's another story :)

Description: Catherine came back home and found Buggy lying on the couch with the headphones.

Warnings: Fluff (as always), Buggy is little bit angry.

Words: 1580

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

The title is taken from "Secrets" by One Republic.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

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"My beloved clown, I'm back. I sent my sister a gift and a card from us. I hope she likes it. I walked around a bit and went to a couple of your favorite pastry shops. Sorry, I didn't find your donuts today. But I got you a double portion of churros, chocolate muffins and a bottle of good whiskey. I hope you're still alive and didn't die without me." Catherine came home from her short walk. 

She put a paper bag on the pouf next to the front door and began to take off her sneakers. "Quiet? The only time our apartment can be quiet is when I'm here alone. Buggy, are you home?"

There was silence in response. 

“It’s strange. He didn’t seem to be going anywhere.” She mumbled, shrugged, took the bag in her hands and went to the kitchen.

As she walked past the living room, she heard quiet sounds. Catherine went into the kitchen, placed paper bags on the table and tiptoed towards the sounds coming from the living room. She poked her head through the doorway and saw Buggy lying on the couch with his head on the pillow. 

He seemed so cozy to Catherine. In home clothes, without makeup and with his hair down. It was one morning at the beginning of their life together when she accidentally saw him without makeup, and it was a real drama. She liked the fact that after a few months of living together, he began to be at home with a clean face more often. 

Buggy's legs were bent. One feet stood on the couch. One leg lay on top of the other and moved slightly.

“What is he doing?” Catherine narrowed her eyes and looked closer. She saw a white wire from the headphones. "Headphones? What? Pinch me! Is he singing?!" She could hardly contain her laughter. 

Catherine quietly walked over to the couch and bowed her head over Buggy. He lay with his eyes closed, continuing to twitch his leg to the rhythm of the music and singing silently. His fingers lightly hit the player, his head also slightly moved to the rhythm of the music. And he hummed. He hummed songs quietly. Buggy looked so relaxed and cute. Catherine didn't know whether to yank one earphone out of his ear or tap him on the shoulder. She smiled and gently ran her hand through his loose blue hair. 

“Holy crap!! Geeez!" Buggy jumped in surprise so much that he split into pieces. "Are you completely crazy? Fuck! Why are you sneaking around like that? Who does that?" A flying head screamed at Catherine. 

"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!!" She clutched her stomach laughing. “I came home, called you, you didn’t answer. I decided that you had gone out somewhere and then I found you here on the couch so calm... and singing!” 

“Shit! You could have signaled your appearance somehow differently. And stop laughing, for god's sake!” He blushed with indignation.

“I'm not laughing. I just didn't know you could sing." Catherine sat down on the couch and wiped her eyes from tears. “My great and fearless Buggy the Clown is also a singer. Have you tried performing in bars? Maybe we can earn more money this way?” She fell on the back of the couch and couldn't stop giggling. 

"Oh, fuck you!" The head, body with separate legs and hands flew into the bedroom. 

"Come on, my Buggy Bear! I'm kidding!" She squeaked from the couch and continued chuckling. 

"Fuck you! I'm not talking to you!" An offended voice came from the bedroom. 

"Come on! You sang very well and it was very sweet. You just never did that in front of me and I was surprised." She tried to soften her laughter, but she didn't do a good job. 

“I didn’t do a lot of things in front of you!” Buggy grumbled from the other room. 

“Buggy, my love, please, forgive me! You have a pleasant voice.” Catherine got up from the couch and walked towards the bedroom. Buggy's body was sitting in a chair. His head and hands were on the bed. Feet stomped irritably in one corner. 

"Why do you look like this, my little bear?” She pointed her finger at every part of his body. “Are you going to be mad at me in a disassembled state now?" She continued to giggle. 

The head did not answer anything and only looked displeasedly at Catherine. 

“Oh, my silly clown, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." Catherine looked at the head with round, sad eyes. 

Buggy didn't answer. All his parts flew to the kitchen, taking the player and headphones with him. 

“Come on! Buggy! Why are you so mad? I didn’t catch you doing something worse. You know what I mean, right? I would be surprised to see this. Because now you have me.” Catherine started laughing again. 

“Fuck you!!” 

"Why didn't you ever sing to me?" She followed him into the kitchen. “Buggy, honey!”

She opened the door to the kitchen with a guilty look. Buggy was still separated into pieces. “Are you going to fly back and forth around the apartment from me? You know I can follow you around all day and evening.”

She walked up to the floating head and gently touched the hair. 

“Why are you so angry, my blue-haired boy?” Catherine leaned down to kiss the top of his head but his head flew on the table. 

“Okay. Keep being offended. I can take your hands.” She grabbed one of the flying hands and glanced at Buggy. "Ha, I got you! At least one of your parts.” She began to tug gently on his fingers and tease him with her voice. "Who's the one who's so mean? Who's offended by his favorite cotton candy?"

Buggy looked at Catherine for a long time not taking his squinted eyes off her. 

"I brought you churros. And chocolate muffins. Your favorite." Catherine tried to say this with gentle irony. With one hand she held Buggy's separated hand, with the other she took out his favorite dessert. "See how much I love you. I took you a double portion special for you. Only for you-u-u." She twirled the churros stick in her hands.

Buggy rolled his eyes and put all his pieces back together and sat down on the chair. 

"Give it back." He said in a stern tone.

"What am I supposed to give you?" 

“Hand. Give me my hand back.” There was slight irritation in his voice.

“What if I don’t give it back? Will Buggy the Singing Clown punish his beloved Cathie-pie?” She said playfully. 

“I. Said. Give. It. Back.” He drilled her with his eyes.

“Wow. With no “cotton candy” or “baby”. You must be very angry at me.” Catherine sat down on a nearby chair and gave him his hand. She put her elbows on the table and put her chin on her hands. “Do you want churros? I bought them at your favorite store.”

"I don't want anything." He put the headphones in his ears and crossed his arms. 

"Ok." She said softly. 

Catherine got up from her chair, opened the kitchen cabinet, stood on her tiptoes and took out one whiskey glass and one wine glass. She poured whiskey into a glass and put three ice cubes in it.

Catherine took the drinks and put them on the table. "With ice. Just the way you like it." She said it as gently as possible.

She moved her chair a little closer to Buggy and gently touched his elbow. "My little Bear..."

His face did not change. His arms were still crossed and his face looked angry.

Catherine stood up again, took the churros, chocolate muffins and placed them on the table. 

He took the whiskey, sweets and went to the bedroom without saying a word.

Catherine sat in the kitchen for about ten minutes, then got up, took the wine and went to the bedroom too.  

She saw Buggy sitting on his side of the bed. He leaned his back against the headboard. She put her glass on the nightstand and climbed onto her side of the bed, covering them both with a blanket. 

She rested her head on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry. Your voice is so beautiful. And it's so calm. I'm sad that I've never heard you sing. But if you don't want to sing in front of me that's okay.” 

Catherine gently touched his hand with the fingers of her right hand and asked quietly. “What are you listening to?” She looked up at him.

Buggy turned his head slightly towards her, sighed, put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. He pulled out one earphone and handed it to her. Catherine put the earphone in her ear and snuggled closer to Buggy. He took her right hand, kissed it and glanced at Catherine. 

“Stop looking at me like that with your green eyes, my silly clown. I’m blushing.” She extended her left hand to the top of his head and began to gently run her hand through his hair.

Catherine saw a slight smile on his face and Buggy suddenly began to hum a song quietly and softly.

“Amazing. Thank you..” Catherine exhaled calmly, she settled under his armpit, placed her free hand on his chest and closed her eyes. “I love you so so much, my Buggy Bear.”

He squeezed her arm slightly, kissed it again and answered quietly, trying not to lose the beat of the melody. “I love you too, my cotton candy.” 

[the-fiction-witch]

Seventeen P40 - 45

Media TMR X Heathers X High School

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating smutty + Sweet

Series seventeen

I shoved my stuff into my locker gathering my stuff up for the day, when I heard a little tap on my locker. I glanced around and Immediately smiled seeing y/n standing by my locker, She had on her little black boots, black leggings, cream half-sleeve shirt, a little black pinafore dress with gold moons and stars, her hair in pigtails and a gold glittery hair bow. Her books in hand. 

"Good Morning Newt"

"Good morning love, I like your little dress"

"Thank you, I thought I'd give the cheer uniform a rest"

"Well you look very beautiful" 

"You're class is just next door to my mine, Could maybe you walk me to class?"

"You really want me to?"

"Absolutely" she smiled offering her hand 

"I'd love to love" I smiled taking her hand and squeezing her hand a little as we intertwined our fingers and we walked through the halls together till we got to class "I'll see you at lunch for rehearsals?" 

"I'll see you then" She smiled giving my cheek a little kiss "Bye"

"Bye" I blushed waving a little as she headed into her class so I headed into my own classroom and took my seat 

"He's in love" Thomas smirked from his own seat 

"Shut up Tommy" I snapped 

"You are though aren't you?"

"Maybe" I blushed 

I stood with the widest smile possible, y/n and I stood off stage waiting for the scene we wouldn't be needed in to be over, it was just people blocking everything. We were just off stage where we wouldn't be seen. She stood in front of me watching the stage, my arms around her waist, her back leant against my chest, my hands linked together around her, my chin on her head, often moving to press kisses to the top of her head, to her cheek, her jaw, her neck and she even often moved so we could kiss on the lips too. 

Another mess up was made having to restart, I sighed knowing we would be waiting longer but happy we could cuddle a little more. 

Y/n smiled and turned around to face me, so my hands sat in the small of her back. "Hi"

"Hi love" I smiled rubbing my nose on hers 

"Could I have a kiss?"

"You don't need to ask love" 

"But kisses?"

"Always kisses" I smiled pulling her closer and kissing her lips sweetly, she happily kissed back moving her hands from my chest up to my neck to tug my head even closer to deepen or kiss, it wasn't long before our little playful kisses became sloppy open mouth kisses I tried to move my hips a little away from her as I got hard not wanting to have it press up against her, but her hands slipped down my chest again and she moved my hips back, I blushed hard and opened my eyes in shock knowing there was no way she wouldn't have noticed I was hard. But our kisses continued for a good while more I was getting tempted to grind my hips against her with the hope she'd do so back. 

But she pulled back with a cute sly smile "Hi newt" She smiled shifting her hips as she pressed herself against me 

"Ummm hi y/n-" I gulped trying desperately not to roll my eyes back and ... make a mess of my jeans she giggled at my reaction and bit her lip a little 

"Newt? do you think I could come over to your place tonight after school?"

"Uhhhh yeah, yeah absolutely. You're more than welcome to come over love." 

"You think you could find space for me in your cool basement?"

"I think I could fit you in" I smirked squeezing her body as close to mine as I could and pulling her back for another kiss 

"Hey! Jd, Veronica, quit tongue wrestling you have a queue" Thomas said as he came off the stage meaning we only had three lines before we had to be back on

"shit" I sighed we separated and I quickly slipped my hoodie off wrapping it around myself to conceal the raging erection in my jeans before we bolted on stage- 

"Please!" I begged Zart as we sat in IT

"Nope," He says watching the spirals of the music player on his screen

"Please zart I am literally begging you!" 

".....nope"

"Please! I'll do anything you want. I'll cover your whole shift on Saturday, I'll pay you, I'll do whatever you want just please cover my shift tonight"

"why?"

"Because y/n wants to come over tonight, to my house." I told him "She has given implications, Implications!" 

"What kind of implications?"

"Adult ones" 

"What like taxes?"

"No. like... might finally get to use those condoms I've had in my draw for god knows how long" I whispered

"I don't think she's been implicating that newt you only started kissing yesterday, you're not even official yet."

"we were making out. she pulled me closer. I moved my hips" I whispered

"as you should" He nods

"and she moved her hands down, moved my hips back, pressed herself so tight I could feel the bone of her bra, and then rubbed her hips on me" I whispered 

"Ohhh..."

"And then asked if she could come to my house tonight"

"Ohh shit you might be about to get laid."

"I know!"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I need you to cover my shift tonight. so I can go home with y/n" I told him bouncing in my seat 

"Nope"

"Please zart! I'll do anything! Anything!" I begged "I'll do your homework for a year. I'll deep clean all the slushie machines at work, I'll buy you drugs please just do this for me!"

"I will cover for you-"

"Yes! Thank you zart"

"On two conditions."

"Okay?" 

"Number one, when we get our full fitness test in December you have to provide me with your clean piss. so I can get through the drug test without getting arrested"

"....fine" I sighed "What else?"

"And, you have to eat the mystery square that's been in the back of the work freezer since we started"

".....fine deal but you're covering me?"

"Yep"

"Thank you"

"Have fun with your girlfriend" 

I was basically sat bouncing in my seat watching the clock tick waiting impatiently knowing as soon as the hand reached the top of the clock I'd get to go home, and take my y/n with me!

She's gonna be in my room! On my sofa! In my bed! Ummm what will we do? Ummmmm whatever she'll let me do! I almost fell of my chair where I was leaning forward with such excitement watching the hand move around the clock the slow movement almost too much to take until finally it clicked over and the bell rang.

I didn't even wait for instructions I grabbed my bag jumped from my seat and basically ran across the classroom throwing my bag over my shoulder as I went the moment I got out the class room I bolted to my locker and sorted out what I'd need to take home tonight quickly shutting it up and leaning on my locker. I waited impatiently looking down the corridor trying to spot her but as more and more people rushed past the more worried I got.

I jumped! As I felt someone pinch my back but I turned and relaxed as I saw y/n.

"Got you" she giggled

"You did, you made me jump. You all ready to go?"

"If it's all still okay?"

"Of course, did you wanna stop somewhere in the way for snacks?"

"I figured we could just order some once we get cosy"

"Sure, shall we get going then?"

"Yeah" she smiled we shared a sweet kiss and we linked hands heading out the school together.

We walked hand in hand but the closer we got to home the more nervous I felt, but she just smiled looking so happy and excited.

"So uhhh my parents are probably going to try and hassle us"

"I imagine so"

"You don't have to say anything"

"It's fine newt you were lovely and sweet with my dad yesterday I'm sure everything will be fine" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss

"Okay," I smiled as we headed down my path "ohh my sister might be a little-"

"I'm sure Sonya will be fine newt"

"Alright" I nodded opening the door knowing I couldn't really avoid this letting her in first and then following her in.

Immediately I saw my parents say at the table my dad looking at some paperwork and my mother doing some crochet they both looked up and seemed puzzled a moment before it all clearly clicked on my dad's face

"Evening" he smirked getting up from his seat "And who is this?"

"This. Is... y/n" I said nervously

"AHH the fabled y/n we've heard so much about you, a pleasure to finally meet you" he smiled taking her hand to give it a kiss

"We uhh we'll be down in my room if you need us" I said quickly trying to usher her though

"Door open Isaac" my mother warned

"Mum! I can't the basement door won't stay open"

"Alright," she sighed "you staying for dinner dear?"

"Ohh we were just going to order in for our movie" y/n smiled

"Alright, don't be up too late it's a school night" my dad warns

"I know" I quickly lead her though and down to the basement 

But before I could follow her down my dad grabbed me forcing me into the corridor with him -

I quickly gulped as he glared at me a little, 

"Hi dad"

"Hi, Isaac." He glared "Next time you want to bring your girlfriend over ask first"

"Right, yeah sorry."

"It's fine. Just remember for next time, and what about work?"

"Zart's covering for me"

"Alright, don't do anything I wouldn't do" he smirked 

"you had me when I was your age, I don't imagine there was much you wouldn't do" 

"Exactly," He says heading back into the kitchen.

I took  a breath and headed down shutting the door behind me 

"Everything alright?" She asks standing nervously in the room

"Yeah, it's nothing don't worry, you can have a seat anywhere you like love"

"Thank you," she smiled "I love your snow globes" she smiled moving close but not touching anything

"Thanks, Yeah we travelled a lot when I was young and everywhere we went I always used my holiday money to buy a snow globe even when we weren't to stupidly hot places. Ever since I always pick them up"

"That's so sweet" she smiled before making her way to the sofa to have a seat so I sat with her

"so? shall we get some snacks and make plans for dinner?"

"I think so, I'm on snacks" she smiled getting her phone and snuggling herself up to me so I wrapped my arm around her so we could cuddle and I could see her screen. 

I don't think I had ever been so happy, so content like the world could end at this very moment and I would welcome the end of all things with a sweet embrace. 

The Light on low, the TV playing a gentle ambient greenhouse with gentle rain on the glass, the table littered with snacks we'd been nibbling at since we ordered them, we laid on the sofa my back against the side armrest, my legs down the sofa, she laid between my legs, her stomach laid on my own, her arms rested peacefully on my chest, my arms around her so my hands sat on the small of her back, our lips connected in a slow, soft and gentle kisses, we had been kissing forever and I never wanted it to end for a moment. 

After a while, she pushed my hand a little suggesting my hand move lower but I moved my hand back up, she tried again but I stayed with my hand on her waist till she pulled away

"Is something wrong?"

"No? why?"

"I figured you'd have-"

"Well, we haven't really been seeing each other that long, I wanted to take things slow."

"Slow?"

"Yeah, if that's okay with you?"

"... you don't just want to-"

"No of course not, I want far more then that with you, you're too important to me to just... do that, I want to take things slow if that's what you want?"

"I'd like that." She smiled getting a little teary

"Hey? What's wrong?"

She shrugs with a smile 

"Okay, well we'll go as slow or as fast as you want to."

She smiled nuzzling into my chest so I smiled giving her a gentle squeeze and a kiss on the head "Slow" she smiled 

"We can go fast if you want to. but only if it's what you want to love"

"No, I like slow"

"I don't like asking... but why would you assume that's what I wanted?"

"Most boys do" she shrugs 

"...Did Ben?" I asked gently petting her hair she nodded "Ben, wasn't the best boyfriend? was he?"

"Understatement of the Millenium" 

"You don't have to tell me"

"No," she says sitting up on her knees "I'd like too, be nice to have someone to talk to"

"Well, you can talk my ear off all night if you want"

She giggled a little and fixed her hair a little "Ben, was not the best boyfriend no. He was, Judgemental, Harsh, Snappy, demanding, at times he could be downright cruel" 

 "How so?"

"He often would snap demands at me, go get him lunch, get his track shoes from his locker, he was constantly telling me to lose weight, he said if I was thinner I would be a prettier cheerleader, He never wanted to come over and spend time with me or chat about stuff, he just wanted me to be on his arm at school and then... fool around at his place afterwards. The only time he ever texted me was if he wanted something, He used to tell me I was lucky to be dating him, that because he was on the track team every girl in school wanted him and I was lucky to be with him so If I don't do as he asks he'll go do it with someone else. That he and I had to be together because cheer girls and jock boys are destined to be together. He said I could only have female friends because he didn't trust me or anyone else that I was his property and he wasn't willing to share" she explained "He often made me do things I didn't want to but... I loved him."

"Did he..."

"Sometimes."

"Why didn't to tell the girls on the cheer squad?" 

She chuckled "Newt. The first thing you should understand about girls is that no girl talks to another girl blankly"

"Blankly?"

"Every time a girl talks to another girl there is a lot of stuff behind it, there are nine million layers of things going through their mind so yes I talked to the cheer girls about it but you have to realize that the advice they give is from their perspective with their agenda behind it" she explained "Teresa wanted to date ben, Destiny want's me off the cheer squad, Jodie is a toxicly positive person. You see what I mean?"

"Yeah I can see how it wouldn't be the easiest to open up to them" I nodded "But thank you for opening up to me about it" 

"I figured you'd need to know" she shrugs "If we're going to be... friendly"

"Friendly?"

"Yeah" she blushed

"Well, I was kinda hoping for more than friendly" I smiled "But slow of course, if that's something you'd like"

"I would like that a lot newt" she smiled "I'm just worried"

"About what? If I'm like Ben?"

"Somewhat"

"Trust me I don't ever wanna be like ben if he was like that"

"I know, I was more worried about what the girls would think"

"Why?"

"Cheerleader starts... seeing the captain of the scholastic decathlon team. There may be talk" 

"I don't mind if there's talk, if you want to spend time with me I want to spend time with you"

"Me too" she smiled giving my lips a little kiss 

"Actully, if you're okay with it? do you think maybe we could... I don't know it might be a bit fast"

"If we could what?" she asks 

I was nervous but I was dieing to ask, I got up from the sofa and grabbed my white hoodie holding it to my chest for a moment 

"Did you wanna, Maybe, Make this official? Did you wanna be my girlfriend?" I asked offering her my hoodie 

"Awwww" she smiled turning bright red she smiled and took my hoodie slipping it around her bundling up the sleeves in her hands and giving my cheek a kiss "I'd love to" she smiled hugging my chest tightly

[whitepeachrum]

The Finale

Fandom: Hetalia (personified) Pairing: Arthur x Kat (EngUkr/UkrEng) Content Length: Short (~1400 words) Trigger Warnings: Implied Dying, Terminal Lucidity

“Sir, your wife is up.”

“She’s what?” Arthur frowned, not hearing the nurse all that well.

“She’s awake now.”

“Oh, well then I should go see her.” He hurriedly put the newspaper down, propped himself up with the help of his walker, and slowly made his way to see Kat. His shaky hand knocked on the door twice.

“Are you decent, my love?”

“Arthur, is that you?”

Not hearing what she said, Arthur pushed the door open and made his way into the room. After all, she was his wife and he had every right to see her whenever he wanted. He walked in and looked immediately at Kat who was tidying up the room. His face brightened at the sight of his lovely wife, but his eyes held a somberness.

“My love, how are you feeling?” He sniffed.

“I feel so much better, my dear. It looks like I just needed some rest.”

“Needed what?” He asked, not hearing the last of her response. Kat carefully shuffled over to Arthur and gave him a sweet kiss. Arthur grunted contently.

“You look beautiful today,” he said, looking at her beaming face.

“And you look so handsome in your vest.” Kat brushed off some of the dandruff on his shoulder and straightened out his knitwear. “Is this new?”

“No, Matthew sent it to me. He made it a while ago.” He made it while you were asleep.

“Oh, it looks great on you.”

Arthur looked around the room and noticed that the room was somehow cleaner than before and that the bed was made. It's been a while since he's seen the top of the bed flattened out so neatly.

“You cleaned?”

“Yes, Alfred is visiting us today.”

“Who?” Arthur leaned in a bit to hear her better.

“Alfred, your brother.”

“Ah. Is it Wednesday already? I thought today was Monday.”

“I don’t know, but he’s coming today.”

“What time will he be here?” Arthur walked closer to her dresser and parked his walker there. “Gah, stupid wheels.”

“Here, I’m coming to help you.” Kat shuffled over with her bad hip and helped him reposition the walker so he could sit closer to the bed.

“Sit down with me, my dear.”

“I think I'll stand for a bit. You know how my hip is.”

“Well, suit yourself.” Arthur locked the device with a frown and, with the support of the dresser, walked over to the record player on the other side. He turned the music on full blast and gently nodded along as the familiar notes he’d heard for the last 65 years mildly hummed in his ears.

Arthur shuffled back over to his walker a bit less grounchy now and carefully lowered himself into the seat, grunting from the effort. Kat changed her mind about standing and sat beside him on the bed, tapping her feet to the rhythm of the melody. Kat enjoyed being by Arthur's side, especially on such a beautiful morning. She put her hand in Arthur’s and stroked it with her thumb.

“Oh, I like this song.”

“What was that?” Arthur turned to her with a raised eyebrow.

“I like this song,” she repeated louder for him.

“Oh,” Arthur chuckled, “I knew you would.”

Kat hummed happily as she listened to the song they had their first dance to. Arthur was adamant about playing this song at their wedding as it was the song he heard when he first met Kat. It was the only song he had ever danced to and lately, the only song he wanted to listen to. Kat didn’t mind as it brought back wonderful memories they shared over the decades. 

Arthur grunted suddenly, carefully pushed himself off the walker, and took small steps to face Kat. He held out his hands to her and asked her to dance with him.

“You haven’t asked me to dance in so long. I thought you’ve forgotten already.” Kat gently placed her hands in his and they walked to the middle of the room where there was plenty of space for them to slow dance together.

Arthur gave Kat’s hands a somewhat dry, but tender, kiss and brought her close to slow dance with her. They didn’t really care for the music or following any beats, but just the natural rhythm of their bodies. Kat rested her head on Arthur’s shoulder as his lip quivered and he gasped quietly to himself. If only she knew how much he'd wanted to dance with her all these months.

Ever since Kat was bedridden, she hasn't been able to even recognize Arthur. But today, she was moving around with energy and excitement as if she was her old self again. And Arthur knew what that meant. So, just for today, he wanted to share one last dance together. They haven’t danced in years but it always felt like their first time.

“This is so nice, honey.” She said as he tried his hardest to hide his tears from her. When the song ended, Kat lifted her head and acknowledged his teary face. “What’s the matter? I’ve never seen you cry. Is it too stuffy in here? I could open the window and let some fresh air in.”

“I just love you so much. That’s all.”

Kat gave him a warm smile and gently wiped his tears off his cheeks. “Oh, that’s just the sweetest. I love you, too.”

“Don’t tell Alfred I cried.” Arthur immediately frowned at the thought of his brother repeatedly taunting him for crying.

“I promise I won’t.” She hugged him close and continued to move to her own rhythm. Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed and he held onto Kat tightly. He wasn’t ready to let her go. Not now, not ever.

He wiped his eyes with his shaky hands and kissed her gray hair, basking in her natural scent for as long as he could. He wanted to remember her in every way possible for as long as possible. Maybe it wasn’t her time to go yet, but if it was, Arthur had to make the most of it.

“Love, when is Alfred coming by?”

“He said around midnight.”

“Huh?”

“Midnight.” She said louder in his ear.

“Midnight? Isn’t that a bit late?” Arthur looked at her.

“He has a long drive here.”

“Ah, right.” He did not. Arthur knew Alfred had moved closer to them over a month ago, but he didn’t have the heart to correct her. If she said he has a long drive, then so be it. Happy wife, happy life.

“I should start cooking for him so he has something to eat when he gets here. You know how strong his appetite gets.”

“Darling, you don’t have to cook. He knows how to do it himself.”

“I know that. I just feel like making something today. What do you think he’ll like?”

“A cup of tea.”

“He does not like tea, sweetheart.”

“Ah, right, right.” Arthur waved it off, not caring about Alfred at all, and walked over to his walker so that he could join Kat in the kitchen. Any time apart from her was too long.

“I can make some tea for you.”

“What?”

“I’ll make some tea for you.”

“That would be lovely. Thank you.”

As quickly as her bad hip allowed her, Kat made her way to the kitchen to make Arthur some fresh tea. Arthur couldn’t stop sniffling as he slowly followed her to the kitchen. The nurse came over to Arthur to help him get the walker through the tiny hallways and Arthur stopped momentarily to ask the nurse.

“What day is it today?”

“It’s Monday.” The nurse replied.

“That’s what I thought." He recalled seeing 'Monday' in the newspaper earlier, so he wanted to ensure his memory hadn't totally failed him. "And is Alfred coming tonight?”

“No, he’s coming next week.”

Arthur’s brows furrowed once more and he nodded with tears in his eyes, confirming what he didn't want to accept. “That’s what I thought. And Kat. Is she..?”

“..She’s waiting for you in the kitchen.”

“Well, I knew that!” He snipped at the nurse, then grunted as he regretted his attitude. He let out a shaky and emotional sigh. “Could you tell my brother to visit us tonight?”

“Yes, I can call him.”

"Tell him to bring Mattie and everyone."

"I will."

“And don’t tell him I cried. I don’t need him asking me questions about it.”

“I won’t.”

“He’ll see it for himself when he arrives.”

His brows upturn again and his lip quiver returns. Arthur lets out another long, unsteady breath as he amps himself to reunite with his wife in the kitchen. 

“Are you alright, sir?”

“I just need a moment. I’m getting ready for her grand finale.”