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The Star and her Sun | Alessia Russo x Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you to those who checked up on me. I'm doing alright now. Still studying for the LSAT which I am set to take on the 8th of June, so send good vibes. I have been working on this one for a bit. This combines three of the prompts that I had and honestly, I'm kinda attached to this one because it is friends to lovers and my ass loves that shit like. I am working on three others that should be coming out soon. Thank you all. (REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

WC: 7k

Warnings: Family sickness, alcohol, foul language, gendered language (anything else let me know)

Chime~

The little bells rang throughout the quiet, little, London cafe as it cut through the sounds of a football match playing on a laptop by the counter.

Alessia saw someone behind the counter hunched over what looked to be like a large book and notebook filled with all sorts of highlights and post its.

“Morning~, can I get something started for you?” A soft voice sounded from behind the fresh pastries as Alessia noticed that you gave a quick look to her and returned to whatever you were doing.

Alessia approached the counter and peered at you still sitting down with your hair held up and with a floral headband keeping away the stray hairs that still graced your cheeks.

You close the textbook, using the notebook like a bookmark to not lose your place, smoothing out the apron fully standing in front of Alessia.

She couldn’t help but follow the movement as you went past her eyeline. You were probably over 6’0 and you caught her moment of awe and laughed a little.

“I’m 6’3 if that is what you were wondering” you said as you further adjusted the apron around your waist.

Alessia blushed at being caught,

“Sorry, uh- I’m new around here and this was the first cafe I saw that was close to my place and open this early so I don’t have an idea of what I want really?” her normally confident tone faltered as she fully took in your features.

A smile crept on your face as you put your hands in the front pockets of the apron and begin to rock back and forth on your heels. You look at the kit bag on Alessia’s shoulder.

“Seems like you’re going to training…Arsenal right? Well, the rest of the girls usually pop on through in the afternoon after practice but I’d always recommend the Apple Crumble pastry and a small, sweet latte with oat milk for morning trainings”

Alessia only nodded at the question, “Yeah, that sounds perfect actually…you a fan?”

I nod as I bend down with a pair of tongs to place the pastry into a small bag.

“My mum is a huge gooner, and my pops is a big Man United fan.” You laugh a little before continuing and beginning the process of making the latte.

“I guess I am both as well…grew up in it really, so yeah you can say I’m a fan ” You place the top on the disposable cup and slide the coffee and pastry towards Alessia stopping her before she gets her wallet out.

“First one is on me, little star” you say and are met with a stunned silence from the younger girl.

She remained looking at you a sense of familiarity hits her as your soft but firm eyes returned the stare but she couldn’t place it for the life of her. It looked like you were waiting for a specific response from her.

“Thanks…uh I’ll see you around” she says as she quickly grabs the things on the counter and heads for the door.

You say quickly to her as Alessia grabs onto the handle of the door, “Oh tell the girls I said my hellos”

Alessia nods and runs out of the cafe and nearly trips over the sidewalk as she continues on to the training center.

You watch her and she wanders off, Alessia completely flustered by the encounter, shaking your head you mutter as a laugh leaves your mouth

“Still as clumsy as I remember”.

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Bearsted FC, Kent

Being the oldest kid at Bearsted FC meant a lot of the younger kids looked up to you both figuratively and physically. Being freshly ten and measuring at 5’4 was nothing to ignore. You were one of the few kids that did not need any convincing to be in goal.

You enjoyed it. The amount of afternoons practicing blocking shots with your parents gave you a sense of pride with each ball that flew away from goal or trapped within your gloves.

You had promise of becoming one of England’s best goalkeepers or so said the many adults at your games on the weekends.

Even little Alessia Russo, who would come bounding towards you at the end of each and every game. You both had been playing for both the boys and the girls on the weekend. Again, no one else would step as keeper so no one could really say no to you.

“That was amazing,(y/n)!!!” Alessia jumped towards you with her arms then extended to mimic a save you had done that game.

You shook your head and smoothed out your uniform as you looked down at you teammate.

“Me? Nah, you were amazing, I mean you have been really practicing your shooting. Got a brace today!” you say patting her shoulder.

“What’d ya mean? It would’ve been perfect if I didn’t slip on the grass” Alessia initially beaming up at you and then frowning as she showed off the grass stains on her shorts.

You shake your head, “I mean it Lessie, I mean you got the grown ups saying that you’re England’s next big striker and I agree with them” You continue to pick up your stuff from the side of the goal.

Alessia only remained silent before firmly saying, “Well only if you’re there, I don’t trust anyone else, you are such a good goal keeper!”

You roll your eyes at the younger girl yes, “you’ll get there with or without me Lessie, trust me” You look over and see your parents waving you over.

“Well I'm going to head home, see ya tomorrow eh little star?” Who only nods acknowledging the pats to her shoulder as you run over to your parents.

You were enjoying the last few weekends that you had in England. Your parents had already mentioned to you that your father had found a much better job in Florida that required a move to the States.

You were already 10 years old so your time at the league was ending anyways, the only worry you had was finding a new team to play for. Your parents reassured you that there were clubs in Miami that would take you and it’d be a nice change in scenery.

Your last weekend came up and it was going to be a surprise to everyone but unbeknownst to you, Alessia had fallen ill. Her parent’s not telling her that it was your last time playing there, the last time that you would play in England to save her from feeling worse apart from her illness.

You played well and ended your little “career” with another clean sheet but this time without Alessia Russo coming over to your goal to sing you your praises. She was your best friend and it left you dejected as you grabbed your things from the grass and headed over to your parents.

“Darling, don’t look down, your father gave the Russos our number so she will call you when she feels better and we are in the states” Your mother sensing the disappointment that clearly permeated from your demeanor.

That did make you feel a wee bit better that at least Alessia had some way to get in touch with you. What you didn’t know is that, unfortunately for you, Alessia’s father forgot the piece of paper in his jeans and the number was lost in the wash. He didn’t have the heart to tell Alessia of what happened.

Waiting by the home phone proved to be a rather frequent activity until your mother said “It’s ok we are going to visit sooner or later”.

However, soon became a couple years and not to your surprise Alessia and her family had moved.

She moved somewhere different, so you had to move on from your best friend you so deeply missed.

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Upon Alessia’s arrival to the training grounds, the other girls immediately clocked the familiar coffee cup design.

“Oh looks like you’ve already met our favorite barista, Russo” Katie wraps an arm around Alessia’s shoulders.

The blonde’s cheeks grew red at the mention of you. “Uh yeah, she mentioned y’all… said hello”

Katie’s eyes twinkled, “Oh how I love that girl…you got a good look at her didn’t you?”

Before Alessia could continue to show that she was a nervous mess; Leah intervened.

“Leave the poor girl alone, Katie. We all know of your little crush on (Y/N), get in line like the rest of us”.

The rest of the locker room erupted in laughter and in mutual agreement.

Alessia returned to her area and placing her things in her cubby still reeling from the whole interaction.

After a particularly exhausting practice, she turned down going with the other girls to the cafe you worked at. She lied saying that she still had some unpacking to finish and why should she go back if she’d already been there in the morning?

“Don’t need to buy anything, Lessi, just seeing (y/n) is worth the walk down” Katie laughed giving her a quick bump to the shoulder.

An awkward laugh from Alessia escaped her as she shooed away her teammates but not before promising that she would join them the next time….which was a lie because she would avoid the cafe as much as she could to avoid the nervousness that she felt. The way that your gaze affected her…how even in the early morning your eyes were bright, soft, and firm.

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After two weeks of, reluctantly, going to any cafe other than the one that you worked at Alessia finally found herself being dragged by Toone towards your cafe.

“Tooney, there are other places with pastries, do we really have to go to this one?” Alessia pleaded to her friend who looked at her confused and pulled Alessia even further.

“Nah, Phallon is there and she said that her old university friend working there will hook us up with some free pastries, you were excited about the free pastries part, what’s got you not wanting to go now huh?”

Alessia couldn’t think of a good reason, her demeanor did change from excitement to nerves at the realization they were headed towards your cafe…

“I don’t think their pastries are all that” she lied to which earned an eye roll from Ella.

“Don’t care…a free pastry is a free pastry.” Ella said, opening the door of the cafe to see an occupied Phallon leaning on the counter as she scrolled her phone looking for something.

She lifted her head, “Oh hey Tooney, hey Alessia, guess you got her with the free pastries huh?” she said with a smile.

Alessia let out a quiet sigh of relief as she saw someone that wasn’t you walk into the back carrying a box.

“Where’s your friend, Phallon?” Ella went to the counter towards her teammate.

Phallon continued scrolling through her phone and stopped seemingly finding what she was looking for.

“Oh she had to go get some boxes really quick but she’ll be back. I was going to show her the highlight I had seen of her from two weekends ago, just found it. She’ll kill me but…” She laughs turning the phone screen towards Ella and Alessia as the video began to play.

Toone did not see Alessia’s eyes widen at the realization that you were the one playing; that you were the one in goal.

Alessia recognized the team as one of the local club teams nearby, a part of the lower leagues. One of the main points of the video that played again slowly was a save that was thoroughly impressive. There was something in the way that you made the save that triggered a memory in Alessia.

Before Alessia could say anything in response to the video, your voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Been a while, Russo…TJ can you not show my highlights, it’s embarrassing” You say, with a laugh, passing closely to Alessia and hip checking Phallon as you place the two boxes of napkins on the counter.

Phallon only lets out a laugh, “hey it was a good save (y/n), if you weren’t on this med school route, you’d easily be recruited by a WSL club team…”

Ella immediately agrees and pushes more, “Phallon is right, if you were on another team, you’d be an absolute nightmare for us right, Lessie?”. You look back at Alessia, who at the mention of her name finally blinked.

“Uh yeah, that was a good save. I don’t think I would get anything past you” she says quietly under your firm gaze as she hears your name for the first time.

You only nod turning away from the group to put away the boxes, “Yeah maybe, well that was the dream but things sometimes don’t go that way you know but hey you can have multiple dreams…aka the med school route Phallon so happened to mention”

Alessia’s eyes followed you as you continued on answering Ella’s array of questions as you put away the supplies needed behind the counter.

Drying your hands you go to pack some pastries for the group,

“Yeah I was a walk on for our university team and I ended up playing for them for a while, even started more than half the games…decided to just come back home after I didn’t get drafted into the NWSL”.

The last part came out with some hesitation, you turn back with three small baggies filled with pastries.

Phallon takes them in her hands and says “See you at the game, yeah?”

You nod, “Course, just remember to send me the tickets this time TJ, now head on off, I know that you all have practice later”.

As the group was about to leave, Alessia stops when you firmly say, “Actually, before I forget…Alessia, you forgot something the last time you were here”

Alessia looked to Ella who, didn’t help at all, said “Oh, we have to head out, I’ll text ya later Less”, leaving Alessia to her own devices

As Alessia, hesitantly, reached the counter, you pulled up your chair and sat with your elbows on the counter and your head resting at your palms.

“Sooooo…you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me or do you want me to guess?” You say already with an answer in mind.

The younger girl messed with her hands and refused to meet your eyes “ ‘m not avoiding you…there’s just other cafes…”

You clicked your tongue, “sure…anything else because I don’t believe you, little star” the nickname caused for Alessia’s cheeks to turn red…

“Uhhh…well I don’t think Katie would like me hanging around her crush, ‘ppose you like her too…I mean why wouldn’t you…I mean not saying I don’t want to see you but not that I have a crush on you or anything…but you’re pretty but I don’t think…”her thoughts were interrupted by your stifled laughter.

You rubbed your eyes to wipe the tears the came from holding it in.

“Hold on…firstly, I like Katie but not in that way. Second, is that really why you’ve been avoiding me, Lessie?…I thought it was something else, this however, I’m not complaining about”

You said gesturing over to Alessia’s flustered demeanor.

The look of confusion on her face only added to your laughter, “Lessie, I know you’re not dumb…come on, who else in your life has ever called you, Little Star…I mean your folks started calling you star girl because of it and now the media does but who was the first to call you their little star?”

You smiled towards her as you took in her slow realization, her eyes widening as she began finally taking in your features. The way that your eyes looked at her was enough proof to her, you were her.

Alessia quickly pulls you into a hug from across the counter, “you asshole, you could’ve just told me. God, it’s been so long”. Her grip on you is so tight that you would think that you were about to fly away if she let go. You feel her bury her face in your hair as you lean into her more.

Another laugh leaves your mouth, “well I thought you would have figured it out but now I know why you avoided me”. She pulls away immediately and sees the smirk that now adorned your face.

“ Someone’s got a little crush on me” you tease as you get up from your chair only to be followed, in tandem, on the other side of the cafe counter by the striker.

“I never said that!” her voice not, convincingly, confident like the day she first saw you again after many years.

You ignore her and only respond with a hum as you adjust your apron and round the corner of the counter and walk briskly towards the younger girl.

“Is that so? Shame because I also had a crush on you but I guess we will never know, of what may have happened if you also had a crush on me” You continue your teasing as you begin to shoo her out of the cafe with a gentle push.

The striker pushes back against you and grabs your right hand as you grab the handle to “kick her out”.

“Hey wait, wait…I was just joking…come on, Sole” You don’t take your hand off the handle but you froze at your old nickname, Sole.

You hadn’t heard that name in decades at that point…her parents called you “her sole”...”her sun” because she was always pulled to you. The moment she got out of the car at practice she would run to you at goal, the moment the game would end she’d run to you, and eventually Alessia would copy her parents and call you ‘Sole’ in response to your calling of ‘little star’ to her.

You felt Alessia push back against you and you budged a bit. As you opened the door, you used the momentum in one of her efforts and turned her towards you as you lowered your face to hers.

“I’m joking, little star. Get to practice. I’ll see you this weekend, I’ll find you after the game, Phallon will get me…I’ve missed you by the way”. You say calmly, patted her shoulder and then,gently, pushed her out of the cafe and closed the door behind her.

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Match day against Manchester United came quickly to the Emirates and Alessia was nervous for multiple reasons. She was facing her old club for the first time and playing before her old friend that she definitely had a crush on.

You never gave her your number and she didn’t want to ask Ella to then have to ask Phallon because then Ella would start wondering why and she couldn’t hide her feelings for you from her best friend. If Tooney found out, oh she would never hear the end of it.

The team all rallied and began warm ups, the noises of the stadium gradually grew as people filed in.

Alessia’s eyes would scan the suites where player’s families and friends from either team would be situated…she didn’t see you.

She’d discreetly do it again during the as the team got into their positions…nothing. Unbeknownst to her, you had an eye on her the whole time; laughing at the way she “discreetly” scanned the family suites looking for you.

You never enjoyed the suites and always preferred watching from a fan’s point of view. You weren’t known so it wasn’t a worry that you’d be found out by fans. You settled into your seat your legs already used to the lack of space. You were surrounded by other fans with your mother’s old Arsenal jacket she got when she was your age with a little bit of a red jersey peeking underneath.

It was an Alessia Russo jersey from when she played for Manchester United. You got it the moment that you heard that she signed on. Your father being elated that your childhood friend was playing for his team,

“as she should!” you remember how proud he sounded when you shared the news

Lessie was loved by your family so you purchasing her jersey wasn’t seen as weird or off. You were as enamored with Alessia as she was of you in that moment. As a kid, you had always dreamed that one day you and Alessia would exchange jerseys after a game against each other, the thought caused for a short-lived frown to grace your face.

You took a photo of Phallon in goal from where you were seated and posted it to your story tagging her and adorning the photo with University of Miami stickers and a caption that said “That’s my best friend!”

You loved your university friend dearly but you hoped that your little star would get one past her. As the game began, you watched Alessia, silently, like you did all those years ago from your goal posts. Placing you feet on the seat in front of you and putting your elbows to your knees and watched in awe.

Your little star was not so little anymore but she played with the same energy and joy as she did when you were both younger. You couldn’t help but jump up in excitement when she scored. Except this time you couldn’t hit the posts with your gloves from the other side of the field like you traditionally did.

During halftime, you got a text from Phallon telling you to head down to tunnel before the end of the game. She had already let it be known to security that you would be coming by and to just flash the badge she had given you.

The game had ended with a 2-0 scoreline in favor of Arsenal, earning Alessia a brace against her former club. Phallon came in and upon seeing you, enveloped you in a tight hug. The hug itself started to push off the University of Miami baseball hat you had on from your head.

“Hey you did great out there, was like old times” you said with a laugh as you patted Phallon’s back.

Phallon was a tad upset but nodded at your words, “Could’ve been better but hey this ain’t the NWSL, so I’m happy to have played anyways”. You had stayed in the United States for a year after failing to get drafted and would often fly out to Seattle to watch Phallon at her home games. You wanted to support her for as long as you could; that still wouldn’t be enough to pay her back for all that she had done for you.

You hadn’t noticed that Alessia had walked into the tunnel with Toone and seen the slight look of jealousy she shot Phallon.

“That’s her best friend is all…goal keeper union and all that. Mary probably knows her too…” as if on queue Mary came by and enveloped you in a hug from behind which earned a laugh from you. Mary’s powerful stature now seemed small in comparison when you towered over her.

Alessia did not realize that Ella had pulled her towards you and the other girls until she heard you say,

“Oh hey you two, you both had an incredible game, especially you…Russo!” The smile that you had now directed at her, filled with knowing that you had such an affect of her as you noticed that Alessia’s cheeks became the same color as her jersey.

The other girls agreed amongst themselves. “How about a little get together later tonight? Just a couple drinks nothing too crazy, (Y/N), you are always invited” Mary ended the proposal with a pat on your shoulder.

You nod, “Oh Alessia, heard you’d need a ride home, I can take you, since I have to stop at the cafe really quick before I go home anyways”. The offer bringing Alessia out of the trance that she was in.

“Sure…if it isn’t any issue” she said softly that earned a quick assurance from you.

“Nah don’t worry about it…I’m parked where the players are, so I’ll just text you where I’m at” you say handing her your phone so that she can put in her number.

Once Alessia handed your phone back, you said your goodbyes and whispered a quick, “I’ll see you soon, little star” to her before heading down the hall. Alessia nodded and turned to see a smirking Toone.

“You can thank me by the way…I could've given you a ride but I am always looking out for my bestie so I made myself ~ unavailable ~ and I expect you to put on your cutest outfit, Less!” she sang the last part as she put her arm around Alessia’s shoulder.

“I-I don’t-what?”, the blonde quietly whispers to Toone.

Ella rolls her eyes, “Less, I know when you have a crush, you’re the worst at hiding it. Plus she’s a catch and I’m sure she likes you too, so just here to give ya a little push like the good friend I am” her eyelashes flutter towards the blonde.

The forward did not even try to fight her friend and instead went to the locker room with the rest of her team. After going through the various congrats and photos for Player of the Match, she finally unlocked her phone to a message from an unknown number, you.

“Hey little star, I'm parked in section A spot 29. I’ll be sat in my car so no rush do what ya gotta do 😊”

Alessia smiled down at the message, the nickname flustering her even in just text form.

“I’ll see you soon, just finishing up here 😊” her message was met with a small, heart like.

You were scrolling on your Instagram, as a random Spotify playlist played from your phone. Your head leaned on the window of your car as you continued completely unaware of your own surroundings. A gentle tap on the passenger window across from you made a big smile appear as you unlocked the car to a still-nervous Alessia.

“You could put your stuff in the back don’t worry, it's unlocked”. Once Alessia put her things away in the back seat she found herself in the passenger seat, struggling to put on her own seat belt.

“I’m not going even to ask if you need help,” you said with a small laugh as you leaned over, grabbed the seat belt, and quickly put it into the buckle.

As you lean back into your chair, you stopped closely to Alessia’s face,

“That buckle gets everyone, don’t be embarrassed…you don’t need to be nervous around me either but seems like I do that to everyone” you smile slyly as no response comes from her and start the car and you begin to pull out of the lot.

Alessia breaks her own silence,

“(y/n)...my dad lost your number in the wash…that’s why I never called you. I hope you don’t think that I left you, I really did miss you” You waved your hand towards her.

“I know that you never meant for that to happen…I didn’t expect to leave so young”

She only nodded and continued,

“Soooo, what did you end up doing and what’s this about med school?”

A sigh escapes you, “uh we moved to Miami because dad got a really good job there. Things were great, I was playing club in a nice area and yeah…that lasted two years…then dad loses that job within 2 years because of the recession…we had savings but we had to cut out a lot of things…football was one of them”.

You coughed as you recalled the rest, “The daughter of the coach was so happy I was gone which meant that she could be the starting goal keeper…other girls were funded by other parents who had better means…uh not me”.

You did not even want to look at Alessia knowing she had a frown on her face. You pinch your nose as you continue.

“When I went to high school, I tried out for the team and I was good according to the coach…but then they asked me if I played club…told them I did but then stopped because I couldn’t afford it. I was cut from the team the next day…money talks there, so I uhhhh didn’t play until I went to U of M”

“Phallon was actually my roommate…we joked that they intentionally put the two tallest girls together in the smallest dorm at the university. It was a total coincidence that they put me with her. First day I knew she was a soccer player, she didn’t find out I was a goalkeeper until she came to me worried because her alternate did her ACL and that they needed to try out new people in the next two weeks. I denied at first said I couldn’t afford it and explained why. Phallon talked to her family and next thing I knew…everything was paid for I just needed to try out…rest is history. You already know that I didn’t get drafted and well I came back. Been staying at my aunt’s place, rent free. She’s retired so she’s always away on travel”.

Alessia nodded, still noticing how you rushed to the end.

“How are your parents-?” she stops the moment she sees your hands tense at the wheel.

You shift in your seat, “Sorry, my parent’s are fine now, they are still in Florida actually…they are kind of stuck there…Mum got sick recently and dad followed suit…took them forever to convince me to move back, but they are ok it’s just we are in a weird spot. Everything is ok but not at the same time, don’t know if that makes sense”. You glance at her with a soft smile.

Alessia puts a hand to your shoulder, “hey sorry if that’s a sore spot and no it makes sense, it’s been a while since I’ve seen them obviously” She lets out a laugh.

“Dad was so happy when you signed to United you know? And now, mum has been over the moon since you joined Arsenal” the tone in your voice now lighter.

As you and Alessia talked it felt as if you had returned to the rhythm that you both had when you were kids. She would scrunch her nose when you teased her and you’d roll your eyes when she made a bad joke. You parked near the cafe after Alessia convinced you to leave her at the cafe and she’d walk the rest home.

You began walking towards the cafe to go pick up some textbooks you had left earlier that morning, beginning to take off your jacket out of habit as you got to the door. Alessia, who had stopped to see you off only saw the deep red of the Manchester jersey you wore, the white letters spelling out ‘Russo’ disappearing into the cafe.

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Alessia had practically inhaled the first drink that was handed to her by Toone due to the nerves that she had. Toone looked proud when Alessia arrived with her hair down, gold hoops and necklace with a black crop top and light washed jeans.

“You look absolutely stunning, if she doesn’t want to take you home immediately seeing you then something is wrong with her” Toone said that earned a slap on the shoulder from Alessia,

“Shut it, don’t need to be so loud about it”. They both decide to get another drink while they waited for you to enter the bar. There respective teammates floating around the bar, laughs and conversations were heard from every corner.

“(y/n)!!!! Leah told me you were coming!” Katie’s thick accent now even thicker due to drinks she had already had.

Alessia had already started to feel the buzz of the 2 drinks she had went through minutes ago so the exclamation from Katie felt louder than usual. She turned and saw you talking to Katie who already began to wrap her arm around your waist pulling you closer to her. You entertained her and just held her briefly and it now looked like Katie was a koala on tree.

Leah finally released you from Katie’s grasp only earning a laugh from you as you patted Katie’s shoulders to save her from the embarrassment what occurred. Alessia felt the tug at her heart when she saw your smile and heard your laugh. Even with all of the noise and movement, it seemed like you were moving slowly and clearly only for her to see.

Alessia only snapped out of it when she felt a jab into her ribs,

“You’re drooling, Lessie, I’d wipe your mouth because she’s headed this way, I’m going for another drink see ya”. The forward did not even have time to register what was said by Toone and even worse when you appeared in front of her.

“You ok? You’ll catch flies” You say semi-teasingly, semi-serious, lightly, tapping the underside of her chin as Alessia hadn’t closed her mouth since you had entered the bar. She finally was able to take you in and her silence to what you said only caused you to laugh.

Alessia saw you adjust the rolled up sleeves of your jacket and her eyes drifted to the exposed section of your stomach, then up at the subtle gold chain that you had on, you caught her gaze finally reached your face.

“So, I’m just going to get my one drink of the night, want to join me?…seems you need a refill” You take the empty glass from her hand as you started for the bar with Alessia following right behind you.

“Sorry, for being all quiet, I’m just tired you know” the blush on the striker’s cheeks told another story.

You nod as you order yourself two drinks and slide one over to Alessia.

“Sure, little star, and I’m the president of the United States” you tease as you felt a tiny push of the shoulder from her.

The conversation was like any other and the alcohol finally hit Alessia not at once, if you asked her, but when she was pulling you towards the dance floor with all the other Arsenal girls who were equally slightly, stumbling.

She looked up at you as she brought you closer by your waist and laid her head on a part of your shoulder almost using you to stabilize herself. Alessia took in how warm you were and the woody, almost pine scent from your clothes; she couldn’t help but close her eyes and quietly sigh contently.

She barely registered your hand gently rubbing her back as you both were “slow dancing” in the middle of the bar. Which just meant you were both swaying slowly side to side, well you were more stabilizing Alessia as you moved side to side.

Her eyes opened as she felt the rumble in your chest as you spoke, “Nah she’s ok,...yeah Katie she’s an old friend actually…more now and we’re just catching up on lost time…ok I’ll see you”.

You, gently, tap Alessia’s waist to get her attention and lower yourself to her ear, “You alright?”

Alessia hummed and only melted herself more into you as your chest rumbled again but from laughter.

“You want to head out? Don’t want you to fall asleep standing…well you might actually trip over yourself if I let you go.” Alessia doesn’t answer but nods into your chest.

You push her a little so that you can lead her out of the bar waving at the rest of the team to get home safe.

Alessia stops you, “Can you carry me home?” she says quietly as she tries to stabilize herself without your aid but fails only to grab you by the arm.

Without a word, you get in front of her and squat a little.

“Come on, just get on my back, I can take you to mine, it’s actually just a block and a half away”

Alessia, carefully, gets on your back and wrapping her arms around you neck as you hold her legs.

The lights of the streets are almost blurry as Alessia laid her head on your back.

“I really did miss you, Sole”, you hear Alessia slur out from behind you.

You stop a bit before going up to the door of you aunt’s home, “me too, little star”.

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You assist Alessia into some of your clean clothes, obviously fitting way too big on her, combed through her hair, removed her make up, brushed her teeth, and finally lead her to your bed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch downstairs -” you began to say before Alessia, even though she was completely out of it, pulled you down to the bed next to her.

“Don’t be stupid, come on, you didn’t think I saw you with my jersey earlier” she muttered as she made her place in your arms and began to sleep. You only smiled as your fingers went through her hair and then rested at her hip as she feel asleep… you silently wishing that this would be your everyday but when have you ever been this lucky?

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Over the several weeks, Alessia would come only in the mornings opting to be selfish with the time that she spent with you. She would lean on the counter and talk to you as you were sat in the chair reading over your text book like the day she met you, sometimes even having your parents on the phone to speak with her. She thought, at the beginning, that you weren’t listening to her but you would occasionally insert little quips or observations.

“Ok sorry to say but that video of you in Australia, that Mary shared, was actually really funny”. You said as you highlighted another part of your textbook before setting it down on the table.

Alessia rolled her eyes, “ok I swear it was going to charge at me, anyways, I’m off to practice…see you tomorrow?”.

You nod as you lean down and give her a quick kiss on the lips as she practically skipped out of the cafe.

You look underneath the counter at the opened letter that you had received a week ago. It said of your new schedule that your clinicals would now be mornings and you’d be assigned to a location to travel outside of the city in the afternoons.

“I’ll tell her tomorrow” was the phrase you would say over and over again. Your resolve in actually telling her would melt away the moment Alessia waltzed in every morning with her smile that made you buckle.

Tomorrow would be the last possible day to tell her so you had to tell her, of course, you could only blame your own unwillingness to break her heart. You weren’t breaking up with her just telling her

‘Hey, remember how we didn’t see each other for a really long time and we found each other and now things are great, well I have to go again but I will still remember you…hope you wait for me like I waited for you…’

The next morning came and you had settled into your seat behind the counter like you always did and waited for your Little Star to walk in with her smile that was so bright it’d make the moon jealous. You hid the sunflowers that you had got her under some newspaper, hoping, it’d lessen the blow of what you were about to say to her.

The minutes passed and the ding from your phone disturbed the comfortable silence.

“Hey Sole, I’m not feeling too well today, think I ate something bad last night so I’m not coming in and just going to go back to bed, don’t miss me too much” followed with “ Little Star has notifications silenced”

You sighed with a frown, as you began to speak into your phone:

“You’re going to hate me. I’m sorry-”

Alessia’s heart dropped as she began listening to the voicemessages in her bathroom after sleeping for another 3 hours.

“I’m going to be no longer working at the cafe because I’m going be fully dedicating myself to my studies. Clinicals at the hospital are picking up and I will be going out of town often to work…I won’t be able to see you nor really talk to you. You are important to me and I am stupid for not telling you sooner…makes it seem like this is more important than you but it isn’t… I just didn’t want to break your heart.

I love you, my little star, since the night at the bar. When you held onto me for dear life as we “danced”. When I brought you home when you were drunk off your ass and could barely stand. I still smell the traces of your scent on my bed sheets; my clothes; my pillowcase no matter how many times I have washed everything…the way you pulled me to bed to just hold you as you slept. I still remember the feel of you under my palms; every curve, every line as I passed my hands lightly on your hip as you quietly snored. I wished for that for so long with someone and I’m glad it was with my best friend.

I want to let you go because you deserve my full attention…I hope that you wait for me like I waited for you, but if not then I hope that I can still cheer you on from across the field as you continue making a name for yourself.

I love you my little star and always will.

Come by the cafe later, if you’re able, to pick up what I intended to give you…as a goodbye…sorry I won’t be here I’m actually leaving soon once my coworker clocks in…it’s the first day I need to be out of town…I love you”

Alessia finally arrived at the busy cafe; which was an odd sight for her. The cashier, immediately upon seeing Alessia, motioned her over, allowing her to cut in front of the line.

“Sorry folks, just got to make a quick delivery” the assumed university student apologized to the line before going back and quickly emerged with a small bouquet of sunflowers wrapped in newspaper with an envelope sitting amongst them.

Alessia took them with a sad smile and headed over to an open table in the corner. She pulled out the envelope seeing it was covered in stamps and re sealed several times.

Carefully opening it she sees a neatly folded napkin, in front of a thicker paper, the napkin itself had written.

“Mum sent me this right after I told her that we found each other again. This was the last time we were together…think you got a hat trick this game.”

The napkin was set aside as Alessia took out the thicker paper turning it over to see it was a photo of the two of you as children.

Alessia’s then dark hair held up in low pigtails with a big smile as you held her up in a hug also a big smile adorning your face.

Her sad smile was short lived as she looked at what you had written in the white part of the photo,

“The Star and her Sun”

It was then Alessia decided to wait for you because what is a Star without her Sun.

#woso x reader #engwnt x reader #woso fanfics #woso one shot #alessia russo x reader #arsenal wfc x reader

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starsomens · 1 year ago

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Omg hi!!! I saw your requests are open and I got excited, do think you think you could do headcanons on what would noah be like as a boyfriend?? Have a lovely day/night💕

Disclaimer❗️: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!! Please do NOT take this literally or spread false information, this is a work of what my thoughts on this topic is!!

Note: hello (: hope you enjoy

For me I see him as someone very dominant, but also soft about it!

It’ll be like, say someone who was clearly into you sits next to you a hit too close he’d probably tell/ask you to switch seats because he knows it’s for the better good in the situation

A hoodie boyfriend for sure!

Will complain about you taking them but loves seeing you wear them

Will either game with you or have some kinda of physical touch on you on you while he games. So you feet in his lap or sitting in his lap. Once he sees you’re asleep he’ll quiet down or just get off game completely and just get you to bed

He has a habit when he’s writing songs. Hell do it around you and look to you for visual inspiration. Describing physical appearances that being in lyrics to him

“What are you smiling about?” You would ask

“Oh nothing” he’d always response and just finish a lyric . And if it’s not included in music he’ll just keep them in a notebook (:

Will definitely have some kind of gesture he does while on stage when he knows your watching. Might a hand gesture, or a word, something that is significant to you that he’ll do on stage. A way of tributing his work to you

Big on forehead kisses!

Despite what google says I KNOW this man is a good 6-6’3. I’m 4’12 and I can tell a 6 footer a mile away. Hence, with that height he loves to kiss the mom first contact of skin your forehead or even the top of your head

Either just some pecks on your head or he’ll tilt your head up more towards him so he can plant a good on with lots of emotion and love

If he’s out in another state or even country touring and feels lonely, will email you a plane ticket for you to get there

“Noah why do I have a flight booked for tomorrow at 6 am?”

“….I won’t have my morning wake up WIRH you”

Honestly would hate the start of a tour because it meant saying goodbye to you (sometimes!) the last one to get in the flight/tour bus because he’s saying goodbye to you

I can picture him to be someone who’s like clingy with you, but more when he knows he won’t see you for a while.

GETS GIDDY AND EXCITED WHEN YKU SURPRISE HIM AT CONCERTS

Afterwards he’s just all smiles

Would definitely let you do make up on him and criticize it afterwards 💀

“The eyeliner isn’t even”

“What?? Yes it is you’re looking at it wrong”

“NUH UH-“ I’m sorry

Will wear matching animal ear headbands to do skincare with you .

100000% you’re the FIRST person outside of the band to hear a song when it’s complete. And takes your comments to better his music

Pet names: babe, baby, princess, sweet

For some reason he says stink for cringy/joke

Let’s your paint his nails (:

Will tease you to no end! He knows how much of an effect he has on you and will use it to his advantage. If he’s in his tank top around the house he’ll do the doorframe lean and just stare at you with a smirk and he LOVES seeing you get flustered

I think he also LOVES when you do his hair. So buns, just brushing it, braiding it, just anything from you to his hair

Will secretly try and match your closet so you can be a cute matching couple. But won’t say it as if he planned it

“Oh look we’re matching! Cool!” And just keep on with his day

Jolly is defiantly one to tease him about how much he loves you. And he’ll do it at least twice a day if he sees you

“He always wants to be the cool, and tough guy, but we all know he’s head over heels for you”

Or he’ll tell you how he smiled at his phone today cuz you were calling him

I think he may be the type to have a symbolic tattoo on him for you if it was a very solid and long term relationship

Over all a 1000/10 boyfriend :)

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#noah sebastian x reader #noahsebastian #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #bad omens #bad omens band #badomens #noah sebastian davis #requsts #star’s anons✨

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crispystarfishhottub · 4 months ago

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Makeup

Doing your boyfriends makeup for a video

"Are you sure?" I ask setting up my makeup on Gaege's desk "do you really think your fans would like this?" I turn and face him as he approaches his desk "yeah babe! I think they'll love it!" He reassured me with a huge smile "alright i'll trust you on that" I say a smile making its way onto my face. "Im gonna make dad look pretty bug" I laugh picking up the cat who was watching intensely. "Gonna make him a pretty princess"

Gaege sat in his chair and started recording. He began his intro "my girlfriend (Y/n)!" I waved "hey guys!" I said cheerily. "So shes gonna make me beautiful today!" I laugh and nod "I have my work cut out for me then" Gaege fell off his chair comically putting a hand in his heart "I have been wounded!" He gasped laying on the floor in mock pain "you know im kidding love you are already beautiful"

Once he was back on his chair I began. I put my hello kitty headband on him "so pretty already" I said softly kissing his nose before turning to get my foundation "don't we need a base?" he asked as I put a few pumps on my hand and dabbed my sponge in it "thats what the foundation is" I reply smiling at him "oh god it feels so weird" he whined "don't be a baby" I giggle as I carefully beat his face.

Next was the concealer "give me your face" I say applying it carefully "you look so cute already!" I gush "are you making me a pwetty pwincess" he asked "yes baby I am" I say applying the setting powder "ok now im so excited to do your eyes. Pick a pallet" "the pink one" he pointed to my pastel pallet "oh yay I like this one amazon came in clutch" I pick the brightest pink i can "ok close your eyes"

Once his eyeshadow was done I grabbed my lashes "oh no not those" he said moving his face away "hey come here" I say grabbing his cheeks "leave them open so I can apply them" I slowly put them on as he screamed and groaned "they feel so gross" I giggle "I still need to do eyeliner" I see his eyes widen "you will be ok" I quickly give him the wings "there we go. Last is lips"

I dig around my makeup bag and pull out pink lip gloss "so you wanna do this?" I ask. He shakes his head "ok then part your lips" Gaege does as I asked and I slowly apply it keeping my eyes on his lips as I do. I feel my cheeks heat up. "And done!" I pull away and let his face go turning it to the camera "oh my god I'm BEAUTIFUL" he says smiling and pulling faces "I am GORGEOUS" I giggle and kiss his cheek "my beautiful princess" I say smiling "well guys thank you all so much for watching" I tune out his outtro and wave goodbye to the camera "wow that was actually a lot of fun" he says turning to me with his goofy smile "maybe you can do my makeup for another video" I suggest putting my makeup away "I would like that. When do you fly home?" He asks. i check my calendar "I have another week and a half" I say "im going to miss you so much" I smile sadly "long distance is hard" I feel him take my hand in his "we can do it" he gives me a small gentle kiss "I know we can"

"Right let's get this off my face" he says looking for my makeup wipes "oh no. I don't think I got any" I gasp "wait what"

#fluff #fanfiction #gaege gibson #the boys #oneshot #juicyfruitsnacksxreader #juicyfruitsnacks #x reader

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mystardustmelodyyy · 6 days ago

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@remotewatch HQ’s Election Countdown Day 6: Law Students

Hand to god, it began purely as an academic partnership. Splitting note-taking responsibilities and checking each other’s work, that sort of thing. Sure, Jack was absurdly pretty, but the addictive spike in positive instructor feedback after you’d been reviewing each other’s writing for a bit had much more to do with it. When you started fucking after your study sessions, then before, then doing as much as you could before the ten minute break timer went off between subject blocs, it was pretty easy to justify. Literally getting fucked to sleep six nights a week made it nigh impossible to stay up worrying about what concepts would screw you over on an exam. The more time you spent letting Jack’s tongue lave over you and the longer you let him say he needed to coax you on his fingers before stretching you out over his dick like taffy, the more you struggled to worry about much of anything.

If you had to put a date on it, Halloween was around when you realized a change was going to be necessary.

The whole night had actually been going swimmingly: an Anything But Human dress code for your friends’ potluck was by far the least contrived of the season, and you’d started designing your honeybee costume the second you got wind of it. At your request that he please select a corporeal, non political costume for one party, Jack grabbed some wire, pliers, and black yarn from your craft basket and whipped up a cat ear headband to match the first all black outfit his eyes landed on before he’d headed over.

You, on the other hand, spent the last hour leading up to the party thoroughly saturating two powder puffs in gold spray glitter for your behind the knee curbiculae, leaving him to meticulously glue gold rhinestone smatterings to the black velvet of your dress and taking care to push his head back whenever it dipped too close to the fresh E6000.

Things only started to go south when you had to bend down to draw on Jack’s whiskers with your eyeliner. His patience lasted almost long enough for you to reapply your lipstick and kiss the tip of his nose pink before one finger was curling under your swooping low, gold marabou-trimmed neckline.

“I’m glad I didn’t let you talk me into going commando with a catsuit-“ he murmured, nuzzling his nose over your chest “it would be a real problem when you look this good.”

Soon enough, your legs were hooked securely over his shoulders and any lingering stressors were steadily eroded away with each full-weighted, eyelid-fluttering thrust of Jack’s hips.

When you eventually get out the door, it’s already sunset, and the fading daylight reveals comically dense patches of your pollen glitter reaching from Jack’s shoulders clear down to his navel. That good for nothing spray adhesive hadn’t held shit in place; you’d be amazed to discover any sparkle left behind your knees the way he’s bathed in it.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about! We look like a couple of perverts, and we’re late!” you frantically swat at his chest trying to clear some of the glitter, only working it deeper into the weave of his sweater.

“We’ll fit right in!”

“No, I’m serious! We really need to set some ground rules or something because this is getting ridiculous.”

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I’m sure you’ve all seen these by now 🤭. I know we talk a lot of the Harris Walz campaign specifically but Jack makes a good point- there are so many other candidates and propositions on your ballot that are just as important. For example, it is vital for us to secure as many GOP seats as possible. Vote.org has a great feature where you can enter your information and get a preview of your ballot to prep for when you vote for real.

Stay informed and stay mobilized, my beautiful heauxs! 👏🏽🩵💋

#jack schlossberg x reader #election countdown #their cohort is lowkey clutching their pearls #jack schlossberg

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headfullofpresley · 2 years ago

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maybe you can write a little something about this, during the 68 comeback special elvis says this to the reader.

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞

Word count: 1,9K

Warnings: fan!reader, '68 cb special, elvis being a menace, infidelity, sexual innuendos/tension, smutty if you squint.

A/N: honestly- the urge to turn this into a full on smut was so strong 💀. might still do it if y'all twist my arm hard enough...

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You had been a fan of Elvis Presley for as long as you could remember.

Magazine clippings, records, signed Christmas cards sent out by EP Enterprises, movie posters – name it and you had it. You loved collecting those little things and decorating the first apartment you recently got with it.

You had met Elvis on several occassions during and before his time in Hollywood since you lived in California yourself. You weren’t ashamed to admit that you’d often hang around the outside of his home gates with other fans, catching a glimpse of him whenever he left the premises, or arrived back home from his schedule.

Luck was on your side, because you got more than just a glimpse. Elvis loved interacting with his fans and he was drawn to you the second he saw you, making sure to get familiar with you. You weren’t the type to scream hysterically in his face – not even when his eyes bored intensely into yours or when he’d hold your hand a little longer than anyone else’s – and he liked that about you.

Not to mention the fact that you were absolutely gorgeous and you were on his mind more often than you should.

The line between being a fan and friend to Elvis was starting to get thinner and although you did not openly brag about it, the other fans that you’d hang out with were starting to notice the shift between you and Elvis- most of them were jealous and it caused you to be pushed out of the group a little, getting nasty looks or mumbled insults whenever Elvis wasn’t around.

It made you feel a little awkward sometimes, but you didn’t care at all whenever the singer would greet you with a hug or a kiss.

In the end, you were the one who was winning.

Elvis had made a special request that you’d be present at the taping of the comeback special- when Joe told you the news, you were absolutely over the moon.

You called in sick at work on the day, not caring if it would get you in trouble or not. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and there was no way in hell you’d let it slip through your fingers.

That day, you spend a little longer on your hair and make-up than usual, but you wanted to make sure you looked pretty. You wanted to look beautiful for Elvis- ofcourse, the thought of being asked to come backstage was heavy on your mind. He had complimented you on your eyeliner a lot of times before, telling you it made your eyes pop. He also liked your locks curled and your dresses short; you’d seen his eyes lingering on your bare thighs plenty of times before.

As you got to Burbank and were seated at the front of the small square stage among other fans, you weren’t worried about the fact that you were so dressed up at all. Before leaving your apartment, you were nervous that the colorful scarf you makeshifted into a headband and hung down your back through your locks was a little too much, but seeing how much effort everyone put into their looks, you weren’t worried. With your little white dress and the color of your heels matching your scarf, you looked and felt amazing.

Elvis seemed to think the same thing- the second he came onto the stage and he fell back into his performing ways so effortlessly, he noticed you immediately. After all, he was the one who had made sure you’d be seated at the front. With your eyes looking up at him through those whispy long lashes, begging for his attention, he couldn’t help himself but come down to your side of the stage more often than he should.

You relished in the attention he was giving you, the combination of his eyes looking right into your soul and his voice touching all your senses making you blush like a fool. You were pretty sure the reason for you feeling so hot wasn’t because of the lighting in the studio, but rather the leather outfit adorning Elvis’ body.

As you moved your hair to one side and exposed the curve of your neck while fanning yourself with your hand, it had him shamelessly grunting in the mic.

Everyone figured it was part of the performance and it got them to swoon and scream, but as he shot you a sneaky wink, you knew better.

Your favorite singer took it a step further once he sat on a chair with a guitar in his lap, the other men you were all too familiar with surrounding him. As Scotty caught your eye, recognizing you from back in the day, he flashed you a quick smile and Elvis felt a pang of jealousy in his chest as you wiggled your fingers in a wave at the guitarist.

With his wife in the back of the audience and Susan, who he was sharing the sheets with now and then, backstage, Elvis knew he was being unreasonable. But how was he even expected to behave when you looked so damn stunning among that crowd of people?

He was a man. A weak one when it came to pretty women- especially when they came in the shape of you.

You were swooning as soon as the first melodies of ‘Are You Lonesome Tonight’ echoed through the studio. It was one of your absolute favorites- you had forgotten about mentioning this to Elvis once, but he hadn’t. He looked at you as he started singing, but forced himself to aim his attention on other people in the crowd and the guys around him as well because if it were up to him, he would’ve sung it for you and you only.

Elvis was a professional through and through, but it was like you had some freaky magnetic force surrounding you and he wasn’t strong enough to fight the urge to keep being drawn to you. Scotty wasn’t an absolute idiot, and neither were the others- they all exchanged knowing smirks with each other, knowing the singer was bound to break any time now.

It only took him three full lines, before the comment that had been burning on his tongue flew right off.

“Does your memory stray- man, she’s pretty,”

The small wolf whistle that followed as he looked right at you made your heart jump in your chest. You widened your eyes a little, cheeks flushing with the way Scotty and Charlie’s laughs were very much audible. You weren’t an idiot- you knew the comment was meant for you and even though it had you feeling even hotter than before, you weren’t fainting in hysterics over it.

Biting your lip, you grinned and pointed at yourself.

“Me?” you mouthed playfully to Elvis as he sneakily looked at you, making him rumble out a deep laugh in the mic as he continued singing. He smirked and nodded your way, sending you another wink before he was forced to look away from you once more before people around you would start to get suspicious.

He was singing this song for you and he made sure you knew it by sneakily meeting your eyes and sending you little smiles.

If they hadn’t already.

You nearly gave him a heart attack by blowing him a kiss after the song- he couldn’t wait until he was done.

Some fans you met in the crowd asked you to join them for drinks after the show but you were stolen out of the crowd leaving the studio in a whirlwind.

While you had been excited to cool down with some girls and talk about the show, you’d much rather follow Joe through the long maze like hallways of the studio like you were doing right now.

Your heart was beating so fast you worried the smaller man next to you heard it, but he didn’t seem like he did as he casually knocked on a door, making you abruptly halt in your fast paced walk. You didn’t have time to catch your breath, the door swinging open two seconds later to reveal a sweaty Elvis, still clothed in his leather fit.

You didn’t know why you were so flabbergasted- you met Elvis many times before, had conversations with him about the most random shit as if he was your closest friend while standing outside of his house or his car. But you had never met Elvis like this.

Never in a dressing room backstage and never with him looking like that.

Joe smiled at you as he gestured for you to go inside and as you did, he disappeared as Elvis closed the door. The singer pulled you into a hug, his large hands rubbing up and down your back.

“Did you enjoy the show, honey?”

You looked up at him as he pulled away, keeping distance between the two of you as he held onto your shoulders. He looked down at your dress, licking his lips at the sight of your exposed thighs; he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into them.

“I did,” you told him, finding your voice. It was less shaky than you had expected- good. You didn’t want him to think you had suddenly become a crazed fan that would faint upon the sight of him. “You were really amazing, Elvis,”

“Just amazing?”

You laughed softly at the way he grinned at you, allowing him to slip his hand into yours to tug you along to the couch. Sitting down next to him, you crossed your legs and shifted your body into his direction a little, smiling sweetly.

“And sexy,” you blurted out, knowing you were stepping in dangerous waters here- but that was exactly what you wanted. Your hand found its way to his knee, manicured nails drawing small circles on the leather as you leaned in a little closer to him. “I love the leather,”

He felt his cock twitching in the tight confinement of his pants as you whispered those words to him, your hand crawling closer up his thigh.

“Oh yeah, what do you love about it, hm?” he spoke lowly, his tongue making an appearance as he licked his lips while he placed his hand on he side of your neck, thumb caressing your jawline.

He had fantasized about getting you in this kind of situation a lot- unfortunately, he never had the chance to take you into his house or car because other people were always around.

Either other fans, or his wife.

He made sure he wouldn’t have anyone bothering him for a good hour now, and he was planning to put that hour to good use.

“It’s very.. tight,”

Your hand unexpectedly found the bulge in his pants, palming him softly through the fabric- he hummed deeply as he smirked, moving his hand to the back of your head to push your face closer to his. You arched your back a little so your chest would be up against his and he snaked his other arm around your waist, hand easily founding your ass which was exposed due to your short dress and the very skimpy panties you decided to wear.

“I can think of another thing that’s very tight,” he whispered, not giving you the time to respond as he pressed his lips softly against yours. You moaned softly in his mouth as his tongue found yours and his hand dipped lower, prodding his fingers in between your thighs to explore what he had been daydreaming about for so long.

The real thing was so much better than his imagination.

It was safe to say that you had been upgraded from fan to friend, maybe even more; either way, you had worked your way into Elvis’ inner circle, making it to the other side of the gate.

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year ago

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Another Way to Fly-[P.P.] | Chapter Five

Pairing: TASM!college!Peter Parker x female!college!reader

Summary: You've been dating Harry Osborne for three years. You love him...but maybe not as much as you once did. Maybe not enough.

AU Where Norman isn’t as sick- he’s just an asshole- and Gwen didn't go to Oxford. Harry is functioning as an apprentice at Oscorp (He graduated with a master's in two years because of his studying abroad). You, Peter, and Gwen are all seniors at ESU. Because Peter isn't Spider-Man and Norman isn’t dying, the whole “Goblin” thing is scratched from the record, so Peter and Harry are besties.

Prompt: Based on an ask for my 200 Follower celebration

Word Count: 4.8k

Content Warnings: Swearing, Implications of sex, drinking (of age)

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A/N: I promised @tarzinnia a messy, drunk reader and I feel I delivered

You were pissed. So very, very pissed. While it’s true that irritation is not an unfamiliar feeling to you, honest and true anger didn’t come to you often. Not like this.

About an hour ago, Peter texted the group chat to let everyone know that May had moved the dinner so that everyone could be there. She rearranged her whole evening and future evenings to make this work. And your boyfriend replied, in a matter of seconds, to say he couldn’t come. He had a lot of extra work as future CEO that he had to take care of. Then when he came home, you asked if he could take just one night off.

Of all the responses you expected, shouting wasn’t one of them. Being called insensitive and ungrateful was nowhere on your radar. However, since Harry brought those to the table, you didn’t feel guilty calling him a bad friend and selfish. That prompted him to then comment on how you were shellfish too, and how you had no problem taking his money but gave nothing in return. You had to put down your eyeliner so you could list on your fingers all of the things you do for him: doing the dry cleaning, cooking his food, cleaning his apartment, going to the galas, entertaining his father and playing hostess to any other guests that come by unannounced, etcetera.

That maybe wasn’t the best thing to say- especially when he stormed out of the bathroom where you were getting ready- but you didn’t feel the least bit bad about it. You could hear him slamming cabinets and cursing downstairs and decided that you had no interest in Peter meeting you here and that you would go to him. Paddy encouraged your unplanned departure, agreeing that men can indeed behave like toddlers, and wished you well on your night out.

Peter and Gwen lived in Queens still because Peter didn’t want to move too far from his aunt. Their apartment was nice. Nicer than yours ever was. Even if Harry liked to call it shabby, suggesting instead that everyone hang out at yours. Or his, as he made very clear tonight.

The cab stopped in front of the brick building, and you all but bolted up the stairs, nearly tripping on a step. You opened the panel next to the locked door, your finger trailing down the buttons until you saw the smiley face sticker Peter placed on the buzzer to their door. You hit it a few times before you hear the door unlock.

When you arrive, Gwen is the one to greet you. Her hair is perfectly pulled back by her headband, and her ponytail bobs as she welcomes you in with a hug. She squeezes you tightly, rocking you back and forth in her grasp. Then, as if remembering that you’re still in the doorway, she pulls away, pushing you in the door and ushering you over to the couch.

She settles down next to you, hands tucked between the thighs of her jeans. “So, how’s your week been? Catch me up to today.”

You set down your bag as you settle deeper into the cushions. When you think about it, this week has been a bit of a shit show. There were some bright moments, but not as many as you would like.

To recap: Last Sunday, you were at a fundraiser listening to piggish men comment on your body and your life. Then you went home and slept in your bed. Alone. Then Monday, life was grand until Norman, who is another piggish man. Tuesday was surprisingly uneventful, but then yesterday was very overwhelming. And now today. You spent all day studying and then got unjustly screamed at and insulted by a man who isn’t piggish, but for some reason was behaving in that way.

You sigh, the weight of it just now starting to hit you now that you’ve slowed down. “Eh, there’s not much to report. Just class and chores. What about you? Harry told me about your breakthrough; that’s amazing!”

Gwen ducks her head, always shy to talk about her amazing accomplishments. “Thank you, it was a lot of hard work, but hopefully, one day our discoveries would change the world. I mean, imagine if this discovery leads to the cure for cancer or something!”

You love that she’s always so passionate about her work. She truly loves science. It’s incredible to you that she can be so smart and also so humble. You imagine that’s why Peter and Gwen work so well together. They have so much in common, so much common ground to build on.

“That’d really be something,” you tell her, your exhaustion leaking out.

The conversation lulls, and you take the opportunity to look around. The place is half vacant. Boxes crowd around the walls, and suddenly you remember why. “When do you move again?”

“A few weeks, maybe sooner,” She says, moving non-existent hair out of her face and bouncing her leg. “I dunno, I wanna go sooner- just so I can get settled before classes and starting my new job- but…”

A pang of sadness washes over her features as she tinkers with her cuticles. You don’t say anything; not quite sure if you want to have such a deep conversation right now, but hoping that Gwen would feel safe confiding in you, should she choose to.

“…I’m just worried about Peter.” She eventually says. You place a hand on hers, a silent confirmation that you’re listening and care. “Look, I know he’s a big boy, and he can handle himself. But…can I tell you something?”

You nod your head.

“I think…I think he’s not happy with me.” You look at her with shocked confusion, “I think he wants to be happy with someone else, I mean.”

You open your mouth to reassure her, but she cuts you off before you can start.

“No, I know, he loves me- but there’s been this change. I swear, we’re more like roommates than romantic partners. We kiss and stuff, but it’s just- It’s not the same. And I’m scared that when I move, long distance, across countries isn’t going to be enough. And I’m worried he’ll start to hate me before he ends it.”

The words were spilling from her mouth like vomit. You got the sense that she hadn’t talked to anyone about this, that this fear had just been building and building until the dam wall finally broke.

She looked surprised herself, like she hadn’t expected to say it at all. But now, it was brought into the dim light of her living room, illuminated by a lamp in the corner. You took a deep breath, processing all she had said. You’d be lying if you said the topic of Peter and Gwen splitting up hadn’t been discussed between you and Harry- curious quandaries made behind the fortified walls of his apartment- but you never expected to have the conversation with either of them.

You decided to better phrase the hopes that you had told Harry. You wrapped her hand in yours, so she could feel the sincerity in your words.

“I think you should do what feels right for you. Leave when it’s right for you. You have worked so hard to get to where you are, and you still have so much farther to go. If you and Peter are meant to be, you’ll make it work.”

Gwen’s eyes rimmed with tears, and her smile was shaky, but she pulled you in for a hug- one you hesitate to label as desperate.

“Thank you,” She sniffles, then wipes at her eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get so heavy.”

You laugh it off, “What else are friends for?”

She changes the subject, deciding to tell you about all of the wonderful things she did this week. Sometimes you wondered if you had the same twenty-four hours as hers. It was incredible how much could happen in three days.

She makes you some tea, and you get two sips in before Peter walks in the door. “Honey, I’m home!”

He lifts his head and sees you on the couch. You watch him panic as he checks the time on his phone, then relax, then grow confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I got bored studying,” You say, which is only partially a lie, but still a pretty grand omission.

Peter raises his eyebrow at you but says nothing, walking through the living room to greet his girlfriend. You pull out your phone, giving them the illusion of privacy, and pull up the post Peter had shown you earlier. You can’t find when Dog Water is performing, but the where is intriguing to you. It’s a dive bar called Brandy’s Bandies. You scroll through the reviews and see a few things that catch your eye.

There aren’t many, only twenty or so, which tells you it’s a pretty “underground” place- making it a lovely contender for “the bar.”

All the pictures make it look more like a pub than a bar, but there’s a certain grunge that makes the place feel special and inviting to only a few

They have a Thirsty Thursday deal that you don’t fully understand how they make money on, but you aren’t about to try and give them business advice.

“Hey, Peter?”

When he reemerges from the kitchen, you suggest getting food at the bar, instead of making another stop, and also the possibility of leaving sooner since they might be performing as a surprise opener- which means they could play at any time, “and it would be terrible if we missed them.” Peter agrees only when you show him the menu that proves this place has an actual kitchen, not just pretzels and assorted nuts.

When you see the oak entrance and some punk rockers smoking cigs outside, you finally take a breath. Peter opens the heavy wooden door for you, and the place is decently packed. You feel Peter drift closer to you, as if on instinct.

“I’m getting a drink,” you say just over the hubbub of the room.

Peter follows you as you navigate the crowd and find the bar. The bartender takes the card you hand him and smiles brightly when you tell him to keep the tab open. When he returns with your drink, Peter decides to get one too, and you tell the bartender to put it on your tab as well.

It’s not like it’s your money anyway. And if Harry thinks you’re selfish, you will be, for tonight at least. Which is why you haven’t answered any of the numerous texts he sent you. Nor picked up the phone at any one of his calls.

The drink goes down easy, and you feel your nerves start to loosen. It’s not long until you order another one. Peter looks at you with a quizzical brow, but you wave it away, taking the other drink from the barkeep.

It turns out you were wrong; Dog Water was not opening. However, this created an excellent set of circumstances in which everyone rushed to the stage on the other side of the room when the announced bands started playing, leaving plenty of room for you and Peter at the bar. You sat in the high chair, twirling about as you sipped from your straw. Peter’s camera sat untouched on the polished wood as he leaned against the countertop.

“Hey,” You shouted over the music, “You can go. I’ll stay right here.”

Peter made a face that told you he was really against the idea of leaving you alone.

“I’ll be fine!” You reassure. “I promise not to leave this spot unless I have to pee and not to drink anything unless handed to me by this man.” You said, pointing at the bartender.

Peter still doesn’t seem convinced, “I know you wanted to get some cool pictures tonight- go on, I’ll be fine. Just come back to get me when Dog Water’s coming on.”

When Peter returns, you’re pretty drunk. He, of course, doesn’t know this because he couldn’t see all the dirty glasses you racked up behind the bar, nor the shot glasses. You hated that your mind was so polluted, and sought the assistance of liquor to clear it. Your plan was working for the most part. You were bobbing your head along to the music and thoroughly enjoyed most of it: You turned off your phone after Harry called for the sixth time in a row, and you had built a rapport with the bartender, letting him mix an assortment of drinks for you to try, because why not? Currently, you were sipping on a long island iced tea, and it wasn’t half bad.

When you looked out at the crowd, occasionally, you would catch a glimpse of Peter. You see his curly hair jumping around in the group, or his beat-up Converse as he snaked through people to get a different angle. Sometimes you would just see his camera high above everyone’s heads. Sometimes you would lock eyes and you would send him a little wave that he would return.

He grabbed your arm and helped you off the stool, then used himself as a battling ram to get to the front of the stage. It seems Peter had made some friends too, most people just let you by, no problem.

Your shoes were sticking to the floor, spilt drinks now known to the steel-toed boots you wore. The air was thick with sweat and the rambunctious screams of the concertgoers. The crowd had thinned quite a bit once the headliners got off stage, but now that meant you were surrounded by true “dog-heads.” That’s not really what their fans are called, but you and Peter thought it was funny.

When they came on, nothing else mattered. Not your horrendous week. Not your terrible fight. Not Gwen’s confession. Just your favourite band in all of New York, and your best friend at your side to enjoy it with you. You were sure to lose your voice by the end of this, screaming along to every word they sang as Peter did the same. Their set didn’t last more than forty-five minutes, but they promised to perform here again because “we love this crowd!” You felt a bit of inflated pride knowing that you, as a crowd member, made this an enjoyable experience for them.

But maybe you were right to think so because they signed their set list for you, and Peter got a pick. They rushed off stage, and soon everyone flooded out of the building. You and Peter meandered back to the bar, taking a seat where you had before. You both started rambling about how awesome they were and the new song they played tonight. Your mind was sufficiently blown, and Peter was grinning from ear to ear. The bartender slid him a drink, one you told him you thought Peter would like. But before he could take a sip, you asked for a shot of something strong and expensive.

“Can you make his a double? He needs to catch up.”

The man laughed before passing a tall shot glass of amber liquid to Peter. He sniffed it and winced, which you scolded him for, “You know smelling it only makes it taste worse!”

Peter rolled his shoulders back, clinked his glass to yours, then shuddered as the liquid went down his throat. You, on the other hand, took it like a champ, wiping away some drops that escaped to your lips with your tongue.

“Peter,” you declare, “we don’t have class tomorrow, and I think you should get really drunk with me tonight.”

He thought about your proposal for a moment, then agreed, asking for another shot.

About an hour later, you were both pretty shit-faced. Peter was a lightweight, so it never took much, and you had a head start. Now you were loosey-goosey in body and mind. But you had forgotten the carnal rule of recreational substance use: It makes your feelings bigger. This isn’t a problem when you're celebrating because you’re excited, so drinking just makes you more excited. But when you’re hurt and maybe more than a little insecure about your relationship, it makes you say stupid things from your unfiltered thoughts.

You were sipping on some beers now, watching the little drops of water race towards the counter as they dripped down the bottle. You were thinking about Harry. You were thinking about if he was still mad or not, and if you had a place to sleep tonight. You thought about what kind of messages you would see if you turned on your phone. Would they be apologetic? Or would it be the end? Had you finally pushed him to his limit? Then Gwen filled your mind.

I think he’s not happy with me.

Peter seemed happy to you. They seemed happy together. The way he dotes on Gwen and cares for her is something out of a romance novel. They always smile when together.

I think he wants to be happy with someone else.

The thought is wild to you. You’ve only known Peter and Gwen as extensions of each other. They were a pair, inseparable. Like kittens who bond at the shelter. They can’t be separated because a part of them lives with the other. It was always Gwen and Peter.

“Are you happy?”

The words shock Peter. As did your oddly solemn tone. “Yeah, I’m happy. Are you?”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to talk about me.”

Peter turns now to face you, giving you his full attention. Even if you didn’t want to talk about it, he was there, present and ready to listen to whatever you said.

“Why are you happy?” You asked.

Peter thought about his answer, taking a sip of his beer to contemplate.

“Well, life is pretty good. I have great friends and good grades. My job is okay for now, and my solo career is finally starting to take off, so I might be able to quit The Bugle soon.”

You lean your head against your hand, ignoring the discomfort in your elbow as you rested most of your drunken weight onto it.

“What about Gwen?”

Peter looked at you confused, taking another swig, “What about Gwen?”

You sigh, fingers spinning the bottle in front of you. “Does Gwen make you happy?”

Peter’s looking at you, but you don’t recognise the face he’s making. It’s hard to tell if it’s pity, concern, or anger. But you know there aren’t any of the good expressions on his face, so it must be a bad one.

“Of course she does.”

He says it so simply. Like he doesn’t have to think about the answer. Does Gwen make him happy? Of course.

You wonder how Harry would answer. You’re not sure, and the thought makes you a little queasy. It finally dawns on you why Gwen’s words were haunting you. You felt the same way.

Was Harry better off without you?

You’re not sure you want Peter to answer that, so you ask a different question. “Do you ever think you’d be happier with someone else?”

Peter’s face changes again, and you can’t read it either. You think there may be a sadness in his eyes. Or maybe you’re projecting.

He takes a long sip from his beer, then looks at you. When his eyes meet yours, you feel full. Like he was pouring into your cup, and it was overflowing. His eyes looked like gooey chocolate, and you wondered if that was because the man in front of you was so sweet himself.

“I try not to think about it.” He held your gaze, and you felt like he was looking for something in yours. You hoped he found whatever it was he was searching for.

You hummed, taking a sip from your drink. You realised you were sad and wanted Peter to hold you, but that felt wrong for some reason. Usually, you wouldn’t think twice about it. You would flop your head on his shoulder and let him sling an arm around you. You would wrap yourself in his arms and let his hug slowly put you back together again. But something in your mind was telling you the comfort you sought from your friend wasn’t appropriate. Though you refused to dive deeper into the thought, afraid of what you might find. You distracted yourself instead by trying to memorise the bottles the bar had on display.

“Hey,” Peter said, bumping your shoulder with his, “what’s with all the questions?”

You sighed, tracing circles in the puddle of condensation on the counter, “Just…thinking.”

“That’s dangerous,” he joked, “What about?”

Peter had moved closer to you. He was now leaning in, his ear brushing against your shoulder. Your heart leaps when you notice.

“Life, I guess…” You meant to end it there, but when you talk to Peter, you never want to stop. You want to tell him everything. “...and Harry.”

Peter gives a hum similar to the one you let out before. When he looks at you, you feel like glass. He can see everything you think and feel. You’re sure he can read your thoughts and understands them on a deeper level than even you. If his gaze pierces you any deeper: you may shatter.

“What…what about life?” His drunken lips struggled, but the heart was there.

“Like, I don’t know if I’m doing it right. I had all these dreams and stuff, and I’m not even sure if I’m chasing them anymore.” It was impossible to keep your mouth closed. “And I feel like so much of my life has been devoted to Harry, and I love him. I love him so much. But I’m lonely. And I don’t even think he likes me anymore. Or if I really even like him, and I-”

“Whoah, whoah, woah,” Peter drunkenly cuts you off.

The weight of your drunken rambling finally hits you when your lips stop moving, and you think you’d rather drown yourself in the cup in front of you than face your friend after what you’ve said. Then you remember that he’s Harry’s friend, and you feel even worse.

“Your life is so cool,” he tries to reassure.

When you don’t brighten up, he slings an arm around you, and you collapse onto his shoulder. Your stomach turns when you realise this is more comforting than anything Harry could have done for you. Even on the best of terms, his touch- his hold- never warmed you like Peter’s did.

“Soon, you’re gonna graduate. Then you wanna get your master's, and I’ll do that too! I got approved for the scholarships I needed to pull it off, so you won’t be in it alone. You’ll never be alone. Okay?"

You wrapped your arms around him, embracing the hug, swallowing down the guilt, and indulging.

“As for the Harry stuff,” At the mention of your boyfriend’s name, you bristle. Neither of you comment on it. “It all comes down to one question: Are you happy?”

That was a terrifying thought. A thought made more terrifying than your drunken state. You shot out of Peter’s arms, too distracted to notice the shock and confusion on his face. Probably because that was supposed to be an easy question. Like with Gwen.

Does Gwen make him happy? Of course.

Does Harry make you happy? ….Maybe.

You hated that answer.

….Maybe.

It makes you happy when he’s happy to see you. It makes you happy when he compliments your cooking, or your outfit, or your hair. It makes you happy when he makes you feel special. But more so, you just like feeling that way.

It doesn’t make you happy when he ignores you. It doesn’t make you happy when he blows up on you. It doesn’t make you happy when he disregards the things in your life as “less important” and then makes you go to fuckin’ galas and fundraisers and ribbon-cutting ceremonies (though that was only once and not completely unbearable). It didn’t make you happy that he dressed you like a doll. It didn’t make you happy that you were always so self-conscious around him. It didn’t make you happy that the only sweet touches you got were to instigate some sort of sexual favour.

Not like with Peter and Gwen. Peter touches her face, just because he wants to. He kisses her head and her cheek and her hand and her temple and her forehead and…and the crown of her head.

And Peter’s done that to you too. And when he did you felt more butterflies in your stomach then than you had in the last three years. And you wanted that again. The butterflies, the comfort, the love.

Except Peter didn’t love you. He loved Gwen. And you were his friend.

And that made you unhappy too. But that was harder to admit.

“Look,” Peter tried cautiously, “It’s okay if you’re not. I mean, I love the guy, but he can be an ass sometimes.”

An ass, yeah. He could be an ass. But you could deal with an ass. You couldn’t deal with losing all of your friends and changing your whole way of life just because he could sometimes be an ass.

“I’m happy!” You shout out. Peter’s eyes widen like saucers at your sudden outburst, and the few patrons (and the bartender) also look up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. But I am. Happy. I’m happy. With Harry.”

You wished that had come out a little more convincing. But instead of dwelling on it, you take another sip of your drink, wanting to fill your mouth before anything else spewed out.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- look it’s none of my business.” Peter offers you a kind smile, and you break a little.

“No, it’s- you’re fine. Honest.” You quickly reassure. “You’re just lookin’ out for me.”

He still seems a little worried, so you tilt your bottle towards him and gently tap the necks together. Peter smiles softly, and you take a sip together, then reached for your phone for the first time tonight. As soon as the device woke up, it started pinging aggressively, each missed notification making itself known. Almost as if your phone was mad at you for ignoring it. But it wasn’t. Harry was.

Peter wanted to ask desperately why you had turned it off at all. And if he had to guess, it was Harry blowing up your phone, but he was just as curious about that as he was about the other thing.

The last message to roll in simply said: I’m sorry.

You think about responding, or if you even should. You would have to read through all of them. That sorry could have been for his behaviour, but it could also be a, “I don’t love you anymore, get out, I’m sorry.”

You weren’t ready yet.

You set down your phone again, your mind too preoccupied with sudden revelations to handle Harry as well.

“Do you ever-”

You close your eyes, embarrassed by how you acted and even more so for all the things you’ve already said. But now your lips won’t stop. You wish they would fall off instead. But Peter is looking at you like you are the most wonderful thing in the world; like every word you share is a gift. It makes you wanna cry.

“It’s possible, isn't it? It’s possible that you could meet somebody who's perfect for you, even though you're committed to somebody else.”

You wish you could squash the hope you’re sure in your eyes. You wish you could silence the fluttering in your heart. You wish your brain would stop chanting, yes, yes it is.

Peter seems upset by your question. His eyes dart around the features of your face, his smile turning more and more into a neutral expression. You were watching him slowly cut himself off from you, and it hurt like nothing else ever has.

“No,” He said firmly, looking away from you. “No, see, I think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else.”

His words stung, but not as much as the hollow look in his eyes after he said it, a possible look of disgust on his face that he chased away with a swig of beer. You think it could be because he can see the guilt on you. The way you shirk away. Or a judgmental one. Knowing exactly why you asked and thinks you’re disgusting for it.

It never crossed your mind that the look was one of shame. Knowing that his words were true, and that he was terrible for it. For looking at you. For wanting you, when he had Gwen. Who was great and wonderful, but not you.

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Ok so this is for the Kinktober Day 2 prompt: Roleplay + Tittyfucking. I'm still working on my Day 1 prompt and let me just say, its a lot of words. But, enjoy this play on words!! Miguel O' Hara is a cowboy and weeellll...

Pairing: Miguel O' Hara x F!reader (POC)

Warnings: dirty talk (I wrote the most filthiest thing that made me question myself), mentions of roughness, mentions of face-fucking, choking (f rec), voyuerism?, and tittyfucking for milk.

Word Count: 1k

Miguel has the utmost respect for women. Really. He does. But you. You are the impediment of his disciplined morality. See, while the “kids” Halloween party was dying out within Spider HQ. You took his hand and brought him to one of the many meeting rooms; locking the door so no one walks in. “Need you to help me.” you say taking off your red cape, since you came as little red riding hood. Miguel nods as he just watches you transform for the adulterated version of the night. Giving him your red cape, he couldn’t help but ogle at your alluring physique. Leaving nothing to the imagination, you wore a cow-print bikini top followed by the smallest of jean shorts with frills. You pull up the straps of your red thong, enunciating your curves, as you zip open your shorts. Giving him a nervous look, you spin slowly, asking in a southern accent “How do I look O’ Hara?”. Miguel’s eyes land at your dangling jeweled-spider piercing at your stomach. Your pudge and love handles finding a home in his ‘spank-bank’ rolodex. The peek-a-boo of red between your jean’s zipper not helping the tension quickly building in his leather pants.

“Miguel.” you whine with a hint of insecurity, hugging yourself. Blinking his eyes rapidly while clearing his throat, “I-Its��..” he trails, his mind short-circuiting. You let out an exhale while shaking away your nerves. Pulling out a headband with cow ears and horns from your back pocket, you place it a top your curls. Miguel raises his brow, “Are you a cow?” he asks.

“Are you a cowboy?” you retort to his simple observation, unlocking the door. He makes a face at your sarcastic remark because yeah that was a stupid question; but could you blame him? Tossing your red cape to rest on his shoulder, his eyes widen when you open the door. Marring your chocolate skin, his fang’s mark rest at the curvature of your neck. The fading sex-capade, recurring as you sported his signature. Walking out the room, it took everything in him to not drag you back. “Be-.” he breathes.

“OKAYYY (your full name)!!! SHOWING THE GIRLS HOW IT SHOULD BE DONE!!” a spiderwoman yells over the blaring music. Drawing attention from the spiders, whistles and cheers reverberate around you two. The spiderwoman runs up to you to take your wrists, quickly pulling you to the pack of spiderwomen stationed at a booth. “CARINO!!” Miguel yells, reaching out for your shoulder and missing. You look back giving him an ‘I’m sorry’ smile while you continue to walk away. Biting his bottom lip, he spots the healing bruise on the left side of your lower back.

30 minutes. It took 30 minutes. A few drinks in with the real cowboy spiderman, Miguel kept his eyes on you. Weaving through swaying bodies, he pulls you into his large frame, his hands on your hip and neck. “Need you now.” he simply states. Closing the door of the limousine, Miguel wastes no time signaling the driver to put up the partition.

You lay on carpeted flooring, your ruddy cheeks expressing the situation at hand. Never mind your runny eyeliner and smeared lipstick. Your petite frame rocks below every groove of his hips. You bare your neck, your veins protruding as you let out a shaky moan of his name. Miguel’s curls sticks to his clammy forehead, cowboy hat still on, he watches his pulsing spit-shined cock pump between your hand covered breasts. Kneeling above you, he ruts powerfully. “Joder… N-need to be. In. You.” he says, putting his hand on the side of your jaw. His thumb rubs your slimy bottom lip as he gives a boyish smirk, evidence of the recent face-fucking tempting his urge to penetrate you. You let out a disapproving whine, “T-told you…. I’m st-ill sore.” you repeat with a raspy voice.

“I.. I know. Just don’t- joder- think I’m going to come… From t-this.” he says. And by Miguel’s calculations, there’s only 20 minutes left. He would definitely need more time in this position. Miguel continues to rut while he sees your face contort in thought.

Suddenly you rip your flimsy bikini top in half, exposing your bouncing breasts as Miguel stutters in movement. He gasps out a Spanish word as he grips your right breast, making you arch your back from the sting as you bite back a moan. You shoot him your most seductive glare as you prepare to send him into ruin. “Your so rough Miggy. W-would’ve let you-fuck-me i-if you didn’t have me…. Bent!!” you moan. Miguel squeezes your breast while biting back a moan, watching you pinch and circle your nipple at the other. “Holding me down. Teaching me how to t-take your cock.” you purr.

“Y-yeah.. And you took it like a good girl, bebita. My. Good. Girl.” he praises, putting his hand back on your jaw and rutting faster.

“But your so big Miggy…. Can s-still feel you when you’re gone.” you pout.

“Fuck, bebita.” he breathes as his hand tightens and untightens from your jaw “But you like that don’t you?? Like how my cock treats you like a sleeve.” he pushes. Your cunt clenches at his unexpected choice of words, a rush of nerves running down your body. “M-Miggy.” you mewl. His hand slides to your neck and you open your mouth slightly, waiting for your breathe to be taken in silent excitement. But he doesn’t. “Mig- please..” you beg.

“Joder bebita…. Keep. Talking.”

“Miguel.”

“M’close. So. Close. Say my name baby.” Miguel says with concentrated brows as he scrunches his eyes closed.

“Choke me Miggy. Por favor papi, por fav-.” you whine but get choked off, causing you to grip his muscular forearm. Miguel grunts as he bites his bottom lip hard, his fangs showing but not puncturing him. His cum spurts out of his redden cock, landing on your chin and his hand. Helping his release, he pumps the rest of his spend on your chest. Loosening the pressure to your neck as he completely finishes. You happen to cough as he moves off of you, sitting back on leather the seats. Catching your bearings, he looks out the tinted window, “5 minutes mi vida.” he informs.

#spiderman 2099 #miguel smut #miguel 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #kinktober2023 #kinktober #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o hara kinktober #miguel x you

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stinkylittleanon · 1 year ago

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Leviathan transfem headcanons! <3

Here it is, guys! Typing this at 4 am and I gotta get ready for school in an hour LMAO

> So first, he/she pronouns! Bigender Leviathan for the win, love her <3

> She doesn’t mind either set of pronouns, but leans more towards feminine titles and compliments. Call her pretty! Call him ma’am!

> She’ll grow his hair out a good bit, not too long but just enough that it’s still easy to wash

> She’ll use cute headphones as lil’ makeshift headbands for her bangs, though it doesn’t work all that well because there’s still hair falling in her face

> He still dresses the same for the most part, though she’ll probably wear more feminine clothing if Asmo convinces her to dress up

> Also the brothers are so accepting!!

> She acts like she doesn’t like it, but when Asmodeus gives him fashion tips he actually takes it into consideration

> She wouldn’t care much for HRT or any surgery, though if he ever does then he knows he can go to at least one of his brothers for help

> Mc buys her cat-ear headphones that are pink and she’s just... He’s over the moon! It’s a bit stereotypical, but she fuckin’ loves feeling cute!

> He does have clothes that Asmo bought her, like skirts and stuff, and she’ll wear it privately to look at herself

> At some point he does get comfortable enough to leave his room in feminine clothing, and the bros and Mc are complimenting her and she’s just so <3333

> Again, she loves feeling cute! Ruri Hana definitely helped him realize this

> He’ll put on eyeliner if she’s feelin’ like it or if Asmodeus puts it on her

> Asmo is getting mentioned a lot but like, he’s Levi’s number one supporter!!

> No name change for her, but more fem nicknames are accepted!

> Call him ViVi and he’ll stop working altogether

> She’ll start acting more cutesy if she feels comfortable, and it makes her so happy!

> If you date him, introduce him as your girlfriend! She’ll get so flustered!

> There’s a few odd things that give her gender euphoria, one of those is walking in the door first- I imagine the ‘Ladies first’ thing is what she things about

> HAIRCLIPS!! HARAJUKU HAIRCLIPS!! She’ll start wearing those and she’s surprisingly good at the aesthetic?!

> Get her a Ruri Hana hairband and she’ll start pulling his hair back, it’s not really long enough to do that but it’s so cute! Like the front pieces are falling out and it’s a bit messy in the back

> The brothers keep switching between referring to Levi as their “Brother” and “sister” and it confuses strangers so much

> Pride pin!!! She gets a pride pin, or you get one for her, and he’ll wear it on his jacket!

All in all, Levi is still Levi. Our silly ol’ otaku! We love transfem Leviathan in this house <3333

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #Obey me leviathan #Leviathan #Transfem headcanons #transfem #transgender #transgender headcanons #transfem Leviathan

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simsausstraya · 1 year ago

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Barbie Extra doll

Creating my irl Barbies, links to CC

The dolls don't come with names, just Barbie and a number so I named them myself.

Jazz - #19

Jazz - #19 - Outfit and CC

Hair - Leah Lilith LaLa Hair

Makeup - Freckles, JH Lipstick #178, Duplex Eyeliner, Candy Flame Eyeshadow from Crypticism, Cali Girl Blush by Crypticism

Hat - S Club ts4 WM Headwear

Top Accessories - Y2K Fluro Sunglasses, Serena Hair (found in earrings (the glitchy hair pink streaks cause its for a different hair style but i couldnt find a hair streak to work)

Top - Sweater (found in right wrist accessories), Base game bra design under a jumper

Bottom - Plaid skirt Dark edition, Carnival Streetwear Nails

Shoes - Realm of Magic Pack Boots

Bottom Accessories - Clarity rings, 3x base game rings

Valentina - #17

Valentina - #17 - Outfit and CC

Hair - Oydis Morgan Braid

Makeup - So Cal eyeshadow from Crypticism, High School Years Pack Blush and Eyeliner

Hat - Trillyke Moonwalk headband

Top Accessories - Nya Layered Necklace, Base game Hoop earrings

Top - Blue Faux Fur leopard print jacket

Bottom - Dissia Leopard Pants

Shoes - Jius Chili collection Platform #2

Bottom Accessories - Clarity rings, 3x base game rings, base game toenails, Spa Day Pack Nails

Doggie:

The dog to match the dog for Barbie #17 - Valentina, is a Lhasa Apso breed available in the Sims 4 Cats and Dogs Pack

It has been a lot of fun watching their story play out in Sim form. There are 2 more Barbies I want to do before separating them into households. I want to start the Barbie Legacy Challenge with one of them too.

#ts4 simblr #sims 4 barbie cc #barbie extra #ts4 barbie cc #ts4 cc finds #ts4customcontent #ts4cc #ts4 barbie #ts4 cas #barbie 2022 #sims 4 barbie

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scribeoffate · 2 years ago

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3, 9, 29? 🥺👉👈

Thank you for asking!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Another scottuary fic I am really proud of is: Equivalent Exchange. I know I've kind of talked about this before, but I really felt like I learned a lot doing some kinda subtle rewriting for this one. This is a Noshiko and Scott fic and I also ended up drawing on this experience a lot writing my Kira and Satomi fic later on during the year.

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

We all know it's Scott/Deucalion. With Scott/Stiles as technically my favorite. But I posted 27 truedemon fics this year.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

(this is impossible. i will choose one of so many favorites)

from halloween: my Kira fic that people did not get into but man do i adore it, a lil Ken and Kira snip from it Her dad stands underneath the banner, dressed in a dark orange suit with red trim, a headband with fox ears, and a matching tail. Someone has drawn whiskers and a nose on his face in eyeliner. He’s holding a plastic pumpkin filled with gold-wrapped chocolate coins.

“Dad,” Kira hisses, glancing up at the sign.

“Who’s dad? I’m Flynn the Feisty Fox here to welcome you on your adventure, young hero!”'

ao3 unwrapped questions

#ask game #teen wolf #noshiko yukimura #scott mccall #ken yukimura #kira yukimura #ao3 unwrapped

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theglassdragoncollective · 2 years ago

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Headmate Wrap-Up: December Edition!

Doing a brief intro for some of the people who have fronted most recently this December.

Including myself.

Hi.

We feel semi-connected, but do not know exactly where we are from yet (possibly the Underworld).

Hart (He/Her?)

Hart is an androgynous short gay nonbinary guy perfectly fit for the Sad Boy Factory, though no specific confirmation of what he is from. He loves pink and red and general heart and trickster aesthetics. Very social and mischievous.

[Image Description: Picrew of Hart a short pale guy with pink hair falling somewhere around shoulder-length, with similarly colored eyes, highlighted further by pink eyeliner. He wears a heart-choker and a striped red and black shirt with suspenders and black gloves crossed atop a curved cane and atop her head is a headband with a small black hat with yellow ribbon. He stands in front of a white window on a black wall with playing cards falling down all around. End ID]

Warden (He/Him?)

Warden is a very visibly neurodivergent person with a flat affect and a prince-like aesthetic. Probably gay ace. Doesn’t like talking very much, but he can. Loves monochrome orange and yellow things.

[Image Description: Picrew of Warden a small person with unnaturally amber hair cut around his face in an androgynous bob. He has yellow eyes and a blank expression. Wearings a butter yellow cardigan with a white collar. The background is a bright light green and ghosts hover around his face. End ID]

The Prince (He/Him)

Basically, I’m based off the archetypal fairytale prince who never gets a name. Not specific enough to be an introject. Currently working to see if an actual name will come to me, or if I need to give myself one. I don’t think I have a kingdom innerworld, pretty sure I do vigilante prince work (can ask for elaboration). A lot of my system function is possibly orientated towards dreaming (we possibly have a whole department for that). Probably on the gay/ace spectrum, we’ll see.

[Image Description: Picrew of The Prince a pale man with ruffled brown hair that comes just down his neck, a polite smile, and dark green eyes, wearing blue and red princely garb. The background is light blue. End ID]

Raiden (He/Ze/Zen/Xe/Xen)

Raiden is one of our gun-ho extraverted guys akin to GT, Ryan, and Algie (honorary guy). Even though he doesn’t necessarily know much, xe is gun-ho about it none-the-less. Xer personal aesthetic is that super chunky impractical black armor in video games that the tank characters always have. Seems familiar with The Prince.

[Image Description: Picrew of Raiden, a buff guy with long brown hair mostly pulled back in a high ponytail, but with light bangs and some loose waves to the side, half smiling as he looks forward with deep brown/green eyes, thick brows, and some stubble around his jaw. He wears all black and holds up three fingers in a casual greeting, the background is light red. End ID]

Picrew Credit:

Hart: https://picrew.me/image_maker/59454

Everyone else: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1706331

Feel free to say hi!

#new headmates #new headmate dropped #headmate intros #doing these as we go is easier #because we can then edit our descriptions to put in the official ones #once those are ready #but we forget to do them quite a bit #oh well #feel free to say hi #hart #warden #the prince #raiden #ghosts

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dhampiravidi · 1 year ago

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harry potter oc (marauders era)

form adapted from this template:

Basic Information

Full Name: Aurelia "Relia" Lane Gender: Cis Female Species: Human (Witch) Sexuality: openly bisexual Date of Birth: Apr. 16, 1960 (14 in her 1st year, 31 in HP1) Citizenship: Dual; American and British (through her parents) Blood Status: Half-Blood* Wand: 11 ½, Ash, phoenix feather House: Slytherin/Gryffindor (Hatstalled)

Appearance

By the time she is an older teen, Relia is a plus-sized, 5'11" female. She has medium-brown skin and dark eyes. While at Hogwarts, she immediately cuts her dark brown hair (which was in braids) and wears it very short, usually with a neutral-colored headband and some earrings. After she graduates, she grows her hair to put it in either braids or a scarf. Relia is fairly well known in her friend group for wearing "dark bohemian" clothes--in other words, long, flowing dresses and skirts in neutrals and dark colors, with heeled boots and eyeliner to match.

Background

She was born to two brilliant Black wizards: her American father, Edward, and her English mother, Angela (who was a Johnson prior to marrying), in Pittsburgh, PA. They worked for MACUSA in the Dept. of Unidentifiable Magical Objects and the Dept. of Aurors, respectively. Relia loved growing up in a magical house, but she enjoyed reading about both the Wizarding World and the No-Maj/Muggle World equally (as her father's parents were of the latter). She went to Ilvermorny for three years, until her parents moved the family to England so she'd get to know her extended family better. Then she began attending Hogwarts, hoping to become an Auror once she graduated. She started out as a Hatstall in Professor Dumbledore's office (as her Sorting was done there), and went on to be fairly dramatic, becoming the Slytherin Chaser as well as one of the top DADA students in her year. Her parents were pleased by all that, which mostly balanced out the occasional fights she'd get into (luckily for her, few were reported to any professors who'd take House points away).

(Marauders Era, post Hogwarts) Relia would go on to become an Auror, as well as a spy for the Order. Though she fought for good while in school, she had a talent for convincing some of her old Housemates that she didn't mind choosing power over being polite, especially since all considered her a Pure-Blood (though she always fancied herself a Half-Blood). Cue lots of plotting and planning, betrayal and intrigue.

(Golden Trio Era) After the First Wizarding War, Relia is called into Hogwarts as a guest lecturer for DADA, as she still serves as an international magical defense consultant. She takes the opportunity to check on Harry Potter (since he's the child of some people she knew while in school) and investigate some things that make her more than a little suspicious.

Personality

It's probably easiest to describe Relia by explaining just how the Sorting Hat found itself torn between putting her in Slytherin and Gryffindor. Like most Gryffindors, she's very extroverted. She thrives among people, whether she's at a party or in a classroom. When there is a decision to be made, Relia is usually the one who takes charge, wanting her opinions to be heard as much as she wants things done "right" (her way). This can go on without dissent, as she is incredibly persuasive--first, she tries the nice way, then the fair, and then, if it's that important, she might use that intimidating bit of herself (which she swears has nothing to do with her height). These traits make her seem scary to those who don't know her well, but the claws are always used for good. She guards her friends with love and passion. However, she is not above arguing with her friends if they try to get her to do something that goes against her morals. This tends to be unlikely, though, as her friends share her inner good nature. She hates bullies, liars, and treachery in general...and sometimes she has a teeny bit of trouble separating the few who make her jealous from this group.

Magic

Best Subject(s): Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts Worst Subject(s): Astronomy, by far* Boggart: something symbolizing betrayal Patronus/Animagus: black cat Amortentia: dewy grass, hot cocoa, woodsy cologne

*Ilvermorny doesn't teach Astronomy, so in addition to being naturally horrible at the subject, Relia was behind in her lessons for it when she came to Hogwarts in her fourth year.

#hogwarts oc #harry potter oc #admin #marauders era oc #aurelia: headcanon

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thornyrose463 · 2 years ago

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A Tale Of Three Dojos (Cobra Kai story): Chapter 5

Carmen and Miguel were in their apartment.

Miguel was stretching.

“Miggy, you've been at it since 6 a.m. That's a lot of stretching.” Carmen said.

“The tournament's in a month. Sensei's going to be kicking our asses all week.” Miguel said.

“And you like that?” Carmen asked.

“Yeah, I do.” Miguel said.

Johnny and Sarah stood outside of Carmen and Miguel’s apartment.

Johnny knocked on the door.

Carmen opened the door.

“Hey, Johnny. Hey, Sarah.” Carmen greeted.

“Hey.” Johnny greeted.

“Hey.” Sarah greeted.

Sarah was wearing a red long-sleeved shirt, black leggings, and red high-top Adidas sneakers with black laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

Johnny and Sarah walked through the door.

Carmen looked at Johnny. “Your student is ready for some intense training.”

“Oh, is he? All right, we'll see about that.” Johnny said.

“All right, let me...” Miguel paused. “Oh, I forgot my water bottle in your car.”

“Uh…The keys are on my nightstand.” Carmen said.

“Okay.” Miguel walked away.

Johnny sighed. “I think we should tell him tonight.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Carmen said.

“You sure you're not going to back out this time?” Johnny asked.

“I wanted to make sure we did it right.” Carmen said.

“We'll take him to dinner. What's his favourite restaurant?” Johnny asked.

“Uh…He likes Applebee's.” Carmen said.

“Uh…That’s not going to work. I had a little incident there once.” Johnny said.

“What happened?” Carmen asked.

“You know how they make that loaded potato soup?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah.” Carmen said.

“It’s like...” Johnny trailed off.

Miguel walked out of Carmen’s room. “Sensei…”

Johnny, Sarah, and Carmen turned to Miguel. He was holding Johnny’s black headband.

Miguel looked back and forth from Johnny to Carmen. “I think this is yours.”

Johnny sighed.

Sarah looked at Miguel and said, “You might want to sit down for this.”

Johnny, Sarah, Carmen, and Miguel walked into the living room. Sarah and Miguel sat on the couch. Johnny and Carmen sat across from them.

“Here's the thing…” Johnny trailed off.

“We wanted...” Carmen trailed off.

“You go.” Johnny told Carmen.

“No, you.” Carmen told Johnny.

Miguel spoke. “Someone should go.”

“So, your mom and I are hooking up.” Johnny said.

“Not just hooking up.” Carmen said.

“Uh…You see, when two people...When two people are...Attracted to each other...” Johnny trailed off.

“Oh, my God! Just say you’re dating,” Sarah groaned in embarrassment, burying her head in her hands.

“We’re dating.” Johnny said.

“We didn't mean for either of you to find out the way you did.” Carmen said.

Miguel looked at Sarah and asked, “How did you find out?”

“She walked out of my dad’s room one morning.” Sarah said.

Miguel frowned.

“Miggy, are you okay?” Carmen asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Uh…I think. Surprised, but also not super surprised. I would have chosen someone with better food in their refrigerator, but other than that, Sensei's a good guy. As long as you're happy, I'm happy.” Miguel said.

“We are.” Carmen said.

“We’re very happy.” Johnny said.

“Cool. Uh…Can I get my water bottle now?” Miguel asked.

“Yes.” Carmen said.

“Okay.” Miguel walked away.

Carmen chuckled. “Piece of cake.”

“Told you he'd be cool.” Johnny said.

“Oh, did you?” Carmen asked.

“Yeah.” Johnny said.

“Mm-hm.” Carmen kissed Johnny.

“Oh, I just hope it sticks.” Carmen said.

“What does that mean?” Johnny asked.

Carmen sighed. “It might take some time for Miguel to get used to the situation. Let's just make sure we give him the room he needs to adjust.”

“Yeah.” Johnny said.

Devon arrived at the Eagle Fang dojo. Her fellow students and Johnny were already there.

“Listen up, nerds. Today's going to be a world of pain. Now, everyone fall in.” Johnny told Devon’s fellow students.

Devon’s fellow students formed a line.

“We have a new member joining us today. This is Devon Lee, our new potential female champion.” Johnny said.

Devon spoke. “Hi. My pronouns are she/her.”

"The only pronouns we accept in this dojo are sensei and student." Johnny said.

“Those are nouns.” Devon said.

Johnny took a step towards Devon. “Oh, I'm sorry. I think what I meant to say is…”

“Quiet!” Johnny yelled.

Devon flinched. “That's an imperative.”

“Get in line.” Johnny told Devon.

Devon stood next to Sarah.

Johnny paced back and forth. “Today's lesson is about cheating. At Eagle Fang Karate, we don't believe in fighting dirty. Cobra Kai doesn't follow the same rules, so we have to be ready for any dirty trick they throw at us.”

"Like when Chong Li threw dirt into Van Damme’s eyes in Bloodsport." Devon said.

"Exactly. Looks like someone did their prep work." Johnny said.

"And I saw the sequels too. Not to mention Delta Force, Billy Jack, The Octagon, and Lady Dragon. Cynthia Rothrock is a beast." Devon said.

"Hell yeah, she is." Johnny agreed.

"I saw Last Dragon." Mitch said.

"Shut the hell up, Penis Breath!" Johnny yelled.

"Everyone, get ready. I'm going to put you through the wringer.” Johnny said.

Johnny gestured to Sarah and Miguel. “Except for you two. Up here with me."

“Huh?” Sarah asked.

"What?" Miguel asked.

"The tournament's around the corner. Can't afford you getting hurt." Johnny said.

Sarah and Miguel stood next to Johnny.

"This is going to get a little dangerous. You be co-senseis today. Sound good?” Johnny asked.

Sarah and Miguel sighed. Johnny gave each of them a pat on the back.

"Okay, everybody, get ready. Let's begin!" Johnny yelled.

Johnny tied one of Devon’s arms behind her back.

Johnny tied one of Bert’s arms behind his back.

Devon and Bert were in a fighting stance, circling each other. Johnny was watching them.

Johnny spoke. “Cobra Kai pops out your shoulder, be ready to fight with one arm.”

Devon spoke. “Like in Best of the Best.”

Devon tried to kick Bert, but she missed.

“That's too far back, and you're overextending your kick. Try it ag…” Johnny trailed off.

Devon managed to kick Bert.

Bert groaned.

“Not bad.” Johnny said.

“I pride myself on never making the same mistake twice.” Devon said.

“Sarah and I can do this, Sensei.” Miguel said.

“Yeah.” Sarah said.

“I know, but you’re way above this beginner stuff. Don't worry. You can help with the next lesson, all right?” Johnny asked Sarah and Miguel.

Johnny gave Sarah a pat on the shoulder, then he ruffled Miguel’s hair. Miguel frowned.

Johnny untied Devon’s arm.

Johnny untied Bert’s arm.

Mitch and another boy were sparring. Johnny took a handful of dirt from the box that was in Miguel’s hands and threw it at them.

“Shit! I can't see!” Mitch yelled.

“Use your other senses.” Johnny told Mitch.

Mitch ran headfirst into a shelf. He fell.

"It's all right, Penis Breath. You'll get him next time." Johnny said.

Sarah and Miguel helped Mitch up.

The boys, minus Miguel, formed a line.

Johnny walked back and forth. "No trick is too dirty, and no blow is too low for them. We have to be ready for it."

Devon made her way to a boy and kicked him in the groin. He groaned.

Devon made her way to another boy and kicked him in the groin. He groaned.

Devon made her way to Bert and kicked him in the groin. He groaned.

Devon made her way to Mitch and kicked him in the groin.

Devon looked at Johnny and said, "I got him good on that one."

"My McNuggets,” Mitch groaned.

“If you feel like you're going to vomit, swallow it.” Johnny told Mitch.

“They’re wearing cups, right?” Johnny asked Miguel.

Miguel shook his head.

After class, Johnny handed ice packs to the boys Devon had kicked. "Good job today. Everyone, ice up. We're back at it tomorrow.”

Johnny looked at Miguel. “Your mom wants us to have a family dinner tonight, so don't be home too late.”

Bert and Mitch looked angry as they walked towards Sarah and Miguel.

Mitch pressed his ice pack to Miguel’s chest. “Must be nice being the teacher’s favourites.”

Bert put his ice pack in Sarah’s hand. “Yeah. Is he going to tuck you guys in?”

Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table in Carmen and Miguel’s apartment. Carmen and Johnny were sitting across from her.

“Why is he so late?” Carmen asked.

Johnny grabbed Carmen’s hand. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

“I’m going to kill him when he gets here,” Carmen mumbled angrily.

“Maybe my dad and I should go.” Sarah said.

Sarah was wearing an unbuttoned dark blue denim jacket, a white t-shirt with horizontal black stripes, dark blue denim jeans, and black low-top Converse sneakers with white laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

“What? No. I need him to have my back.” Carmen said.

“When my mom's boyfriends tried to discipline me, I didn't want to hear it. I don't want him to think I'm an asshоlе.” Johnny said.

“Johnny, things are different now.” Carmen said.

Miguel walked into the apartment. “Hey.”

"Where have you been? You have to tell me when you're going to be late." Carmen told Miguel.

"Sorry. I lost track of time." Miguel said.

Johnny spoke. "He lost track of time."

Carmen gave Johnny a stern look.

“Which is very irresponsible, and you can't worry your mom like that." Johnny told Miguel.

"I was just hanging out with Sam." Miguel said.

"See? He was hanging out with his girlfriend. I get it." Johnny said.

Carmen looked at Miguel. “We just want you to be safe.”

Carmen turned to Johnny. “Right?”

“Right. We want you to be safe. Always wear protection.” Johnny told Miguel.

“What?” Miguel asked.

“What? No.” Carmen said.

“No?” Johnny nervously looked back and forth from Miguel and Carmen. "No, don’t wear protection."

“Johnny...” Carmen trailed off.

Johnny looked at Miguel. “Uh…You let the girl decide that.”

Miguel stood up.

“Just stop it!” Miguel yelled. “At first, I thought it was a little weird that you two were together, but I figured I would just get over it because I wanted you to be happy, but...You said nothing was going to change. Now, everything has changed. It's weird at class. It’s weird here. I'm over it.”

Miguel walked away.

Carmen turned to Johnny. She looked upset. “Protection?”

The next day, Lia was in the library at West Valley Middle School.

Lia dropped a book. “Oops.”

Anthony picked up the book and handed it to Lia. “Beowulf. Um…Spoiler alert: It's not even about a werewolf.”

Lia chuckled. “Well, now I don't want it.”

“Yeah. You should try Animal Farm. Now, that's a book that lives up to its name. Straight up, it's just, like, animals on a farm.” Anthony said.

“Know what that reminds me of? That guy who lived next to the elementary school.” Lia said.

“Uh, Mr. Landry. With the…Uh, the chicken coops.” Anthony said.

Lia chuckled. “I…That was so long ago.”

“Yeah. It's kind of weird that we haven't really hung out since then. It'd be fun to do something.” Anthony said.

“It'd be nice to be friends like that again.” Lia said.

“Um…Uh, yeah.” Anthony said. “Yeah…Uh, friends.”

Lia smiled. “Well, let me know, and we'll catch up later.”

Lia left.

Kenny was reading a book.

Lia walked up to Kenny and put her hand on his shoulder. “Hey, strawberry ghost. Feel pretty real today.”

Kenny smiled. “Yep.”

Anthony sat next to Zack and Marcus.

Zack spoke. “Dude, you flinched.”

“You always win this game. We need a new game.” Marcus complained.

“Looks like everyone's doing something new.” Zack teased.

Anthony looked angry.

After gym glass, Anthony, Zack, and Marcus walked into the boys’ locker room.

“So, how many points do you think the new kid had on LaRusso today? Twenty? Thirty? Probably ten steals, and that's not even counting stealing his girl.” Zack joked.

Marcus laughed.

Anthony glared at Zack. “Okay, screw you, dude. Seriously.”

Zack laughed. “Easy, man. Just busting balls.”

“What balls?” Marcus asked.

Zack and Marcus laughed as they walked out of the locker room.

Kenny was in the shower. His clothes were on a bench. Anthony grabbed them and ran out of the locker room.

“Hey!” Kenny yelled.

Kenny ran out of the locker room.

Anthony was standing next to Zack and Marcus.

“Oh, my God! Look!” Zack yelled.

Anthony, Zack, Marcus, and some other students laughed.

Kenny looked embarrassed.

Kenny ran into the locker room and closed the door.

When Anthony got home from school, Daniel found Kenny’s hoodie in his room.

Daniel walked into the living room.

Anthony was sitting on the couch and looking at his tablet.

Daniel spoke. “Hey, Anthony.”

Anthony spoke. “Hey.”

Daniel held up Kenny’s hoodie. “I found something in your room you need to explain.”

Anthony put his tablet away.

“Oh…Um…” Anthony trailed off.

“If this is you trying to seem cool at school or rebel against me or something…” Daniel trailed off.

“No, no, no. It's not mine. I'm holding it for a friend.” Anthony said.

Daniel didn’t look like he believed Anthony.

Anthony sighed. “Okay…Um, there's this kid in school who's in Cobra Kai. He has been giving me a hard time recently.”

“Wait. Giving you a hard time? Are you okay? What did they do?” Daniel asked worriedly.

“Oh…Uh, you know, just messing around. Name calling. It's no big deal,” Anthony said nervously.

Daniel sat next to Anthony.

Daniel sighed. “Anthony, I'm so sorry you have to deal with this. Listen, I know what it feels like. I promise I'm not going to let Cobra Kai hurt you.”

“It's...It's not that bad. Honestly, I...” Anthony trailed off.

“No. I thought there might end up being a problem like this. I should have...” Daniel paused. “You're not a little kid anymore. It's time. Go on up. Get changed.”

“For what?” Anthony asked.

“Just go upstairs. Get changed.” Daniel told Anthony.

In the backyard, the Miyagi-Do students were practicing for the skills competition.

Sam handed a pair of sai to Demetri.

Demetri looked scared. “You realize by giving me these, you’ve dramatically increased my odds of being stabbed to death.”

“Believe me, I'd rather be training to fight Tory. We have to work on these skills if we want to win.” Sam told Demetri.

Chris grunted as he broke a wooden board.

Daniel and Anthony walked into the backyard.

Anthony had his cell phone in his hand.

Anthony chuckled. “Okay, this is pretty cool.”

“I thought you'd like it.” Daniel said.

“You never said I'd get to use weapons.” Anthony said.

“You don't. Not yet. When Mr. Miyagi first showed me this place, I was like you. I didn't know what to make of it all. Definitely didn't appreciate it. I just knew I needed help defending myself. I'm not going to lie to you, Anthony. Learning karate isn't easy. It takes a lot of work.” Daniel said.

“Yeah.” Anthony said.

“But listen, think of it like a video game. It might not be exciting at level one when you're learning the controls, but the more you play, the more skills you get, and before you know it, level twelve. You're hooked. Plus, I'll give you some of the cheat codes along the way. Come on.” Daniel told Anthony.

Daniel and Anthony began walking towards the cars.

“Hey, what’s the Wi-Fi?” Anthony asked.

“What? There is no Wi-Fi. Put that thing away.” Daniel told Anthony.

Anthony put his phone away.

“There are no distractions at Miyagi-Do. Just you, your heart, and your mind, so get ready to enter a world so much more exhilarating than anything you will ever see on that phone. Are you ready to begin this journey?” Daniel asked.

“Uh…Yeah.” Anthony said.

Daniel and Anthony reached the cars.

The cars were covered in bird poop.

“Oh, my God,” Anthony muttered.

“As you can see, I forgot to put the covers on when I left last night.” Daniel said.

“It's like a Jackson Pollock painting.” Anthony said.

“Anthony, get ready for your first Miyagi-Do lesson. Today, we call it “soap on, crap off.” I'm going to show you exactly how to do it, then you're going to clean the cars while I help Mom at the dealership. How does that sound?” Daniel asked.

“Honestly?” Anthony asked.

“Remember, level one.” Daniel reminded Anthony.

“Level one.” Anthony repeated.

“I'll get the bucket. It's going to be fun.” Daniel walked away.

“Jesus,” Anthony muttered.

Daniel returned home and saw that the cars were clean. He was angry when he discovered Anthony had hired a man to clean them. He told the man to leave.

“I can't believe this. Anthony, you can't just pay people to do the hard work. Part of growing up is to learn how to accomplish something on your own.” Daniel said.

“I know.” Anthony said.

“If Mr. Miyagi was here, you know what he would say right now?” Daniel asked.

“I don't care.” Anthony said.

“What?” Daniel asked.

“All you ever do is talk about Mr. Miyagi. I get it. He was a great man. He taught you karate, and he taught Sam her first move. The wax on, wax off. I've heard all the stories, and I'm getting sick of it.” Anthony said.

“Oh, you're sick of it? So, you don't want learn how to defend yourself? To learn how to use skills that will help you in life?” Daniel asked.

“Not if it means cleaning up bird shit.” Anthony said.

“Hey! Language! You know, I thought you were mature enough to appreciate all this, but I guess I was wrong. Just go back to your video games.” Daniel walked away.

The Cobra Kai students were in their dojo.

Kenny was punching a dummy.

“So, they stole all your clothes?” Robby asked.

“I can’t take any more of their crap! I’m ready to use my training!” Kenny yelled.

“What do you think you’re going to do?” Robby asked.

“I'll do what you do. Kick their asses.” Kenny said.

“I got kicked out of school and landed in juvie. You’ve got to be smarter than me and your brother.” Robby told Kenny.

“Well, I’ve got to do something.” Kenny said.

Kreese and Terry entered the dojo.

“Class, fall in.” Kreese told the students.

The students formed a line.

“Today, we have a very important lesson, don’t we, Sensei Silver?” Kreese asked.

“Yes, we do. Weakness.” Terry said.

“Your opponent’s weakness must be exploited whenever possible.” Kreese told the students.

“At the tournament, you’ll have to recognize that weakness. And make no mistake. We all have one.” Terry said.

“Sensei Kreese doesn’t.” Tory said.

“Of course he does. We all do. Today, your goal is to find your opponent's weakness and attack it. No points. You hit the mat, you lose. Got it?” Terry asked.

The students nodded.

Terry clapped. “All right, prepare for combat.”

The students dispersed.

“Care to make this interesting?” Kreese asked.

“What do you have in mind?” Terry asked.

“Well, we each choose a fighter. Six pack of brews to the winner.” Kreese responded.

“I like it. May the best sensei win.” Terry held his hand out to Kreese.

Kreese shook Terry’s hand.

Terry looked at Piper. “Elswith.”

Kreese looked at Tory. “Nichols.”

Piper stepped onto the mat.

“All right, you’ve seen her fight before. What’s her weakness?” Kreese asked Tory.

“Her left. She telegraphs her kicks.” Tory said.

“Then you know what to do this time.” Kreese said.

Tory stepped onto the mat.

Piper and Tory bowed to each other.

Piper got in a fighting position.

Tory got in a fighting position.

“Aits!” Kreese yelled.

Piper did a cartwheel and landed close to Tory. She tried to kick Tory, but Tory ducked. She did another cartwheel.

"Are you just going to dance, or are you going to throw something?" Tory asked.

“Why not both?” Piper asked.

Piper tried to kick Tory. She ducked. Piper grabbed her neck. She tried to get Piper’s arms off her neck. Piper kicked her. She kneed Piper in the stomach and swept her legs out from under her. Piper fell.

Kreese chuckled.

Piper panted as she sat up.

Piper flirted with Tory. “We should do that again sometime.”

“Don’t get your hopes up.” Tory walked off the mat.

Piper walked off the mat.

“Good one, Sensei Kreese. Who’s next?” Terry asked.

Kreese soon took the lead in victories among the students. Terry proposed double or nothing. Kreese chose Robby. Terry chose Kenny. When Robby showed concern for Kenny after kicking him, Kreese called for a time-out.

Robby approached Kreese.

Kenny approached Terry.

“I…I don't know what to do. Robby doesn't have a weakness.” Kenny said.

“You're thinking about this the wrong way. Everyone has a weakness.” Terry said.

“Stop playing with him. Take him down.” Kreese told Robby.

“Yes, Sensei.” Robby said.

When the fight resumed, Robby kicked Kenny.

Kenny groaned.

“Hey, Kenny, I'm...I'm sorry if...” Robby trailed off.

Using Robby's sympathy against him, Kenny set him up for a leg sweep.

Robby groaned as he stood up.

“There. What did we learn? The common belief is you shouldn't care what other people think about you, right? Wrong. What your opponent is thinking is key. In war. In business. In a fight. Don't let your opponent think whatever they want. Make them think what you want them to think. If they think you're weak, that's when you can surprise them with your strength.” Terry said.

“Good job.” Kreese said.

Terry chuckled. “You owe me some brewskis, brother.”

The next day, Anthony walked through Daniel’s interior dojo, observing the pictures of Mr. Miyagi and the newspaper clippings recounting Daniel's victories at the All-Valley Tournament. When Daniel walked in, he found Anthony examining the old scroll Chozen had given to him in Okinawa.

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked.

“Sorry. I was just…Uh…Looking around.” Anthony said.

“There's no need to apologize. I'm just surprised to see you in here. That's pretty cool, right?” Daniel asked.

“What is it?” Anthony asked.

“That's a technique I hope none of us will ever need to use. Be careful with this, okay? I thought you didn't care about any of this stuff.” Daniel said.

“It’s just…Everybody has these amazing memories of Mr. Miyagi, and I never really knew the guy or learned any of his cool moves. I've always felt…” Anthony trailed off.

“Out of the loop?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah.” Anthony said.

“Know what I'll never forget? When you were born, we brought you home from the hospital, and Mr. Miyagi wanted to pick you up. I remember he was holding you in his arms, and you know what you did?” Daniel asked.

“What?” Anthony asked.

Daniel chuckled. “Kicked him in the face.”

“I did?” Anthony asked.

“Yep. It was the first time I ever saw anyone land a kick on him. You got him pretty good. Mr. Miyagi just laughed. He said that you were going to be a handful and that someday, you'd also be the one who would be protecting this family.” Daniel said.

“Really?” Anthony asked.

Daniel sighed. “Look, Anthony, I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do. I was just hoping that maybe you might want to learn a little bit more about what this all means and to be able to defend yourself against this bully.”

Anthony mumbled something. Daniel didn’t hear him.

“What?” Daniel asked. “What is it?”

“Um…Nothing. Don't worry about this Cobra Kai kid. I'll handle it.” Anthony said.

“Are you sure?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah. But…Uh, thanks, Dad.” Anthony said.

The next day, Sarah, Miguel, and Sam were at West Valley High.

“It's like a Jekyll and Hyde situation. Sarah and I were used to Sensei being like Mr. Hyde. Now it's like he's a different person.” Miguel said.

“At least you had some training. My dad spent all day with my brother. I had to babysit the Miyagi-Dos.” Sam said.

Tory, Piper, and some other girls walked past Sarah, Miguel, and Sam

“Meanwhile, Tory is gaining ground. Whatever my dad's plan is, it isn't working.” Sam said.

Johnny walked up to Sarah, Miguel, and Sam.

“Sarah. Miguel. There you are. I've been looking all over for you.” Johnny said.

“What are you doing here?” Sarah asked.

Sarah was wearing an unbuttoned black cotton jacket, a white t-shirt, black denim jeans, and black high-top Vans sneakers with white laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

“Field trip. You and me. Let’s go.” Johnny told Sarah and Miguel.

“It's the middle of a school day. Sarah and I have history. We...” Miguel trailed off.

“History's for nerds. Play hooky with me. I'll write a doctor's note. Used to work for me. Come on. What do you say?” Johnny asked.

“Okay.” Miguel said.

“Sure.” Sarah said.

“All right. Great.” Johnny said.

Johnny looked at Sam. “Don't worry. I'll bring him back in one piece.”

Johnny, Sarah, and Miguel were in the Eagle Fang dojo. They were sitting on the wooden boards that were below the ceiling.

Johnny, Sarah, and Miguel were holding slices of watermelon.

Johnny took a bite of his slice of watermelon.

Sarah took a bite of her slice of watermelon.

Miguel didn’t take a bite of his slice of watermelon.

“What? You don't like watermelon?” Johnny asked Miguel.

“No, I like watermelon. I just thought when you had me and Sarah cut class that we'd be training, not having another awkward conversation.” Miguel said.

Johnny sighed. “It doesn't have to be awkward. Look, if I'm acting a little weird, it’s because I don’t know how to be a good male role model. My dad left when I was in kindergarten, then my mom married Sid, and then I met Kreese. I never tried to find my dad. I was scared to find out the truth. I didn't want to be like him, Sid, or Kreese. I took all that bullshit I felt from them and put it on Robby's life. I can never fix that. I don’t want to make that mistake again.”

Tears formed in Johnny and Miguel’s eyes.

“I mean…Yeah, some things are going to change with you and my mom being together, and it feels kind of weird to say it out loud, but there are also a lot of things that I want to stay the same.” Miguel said.

“Yeah? Like what?” Johnny asked.

“Like you being my sensei.” Miguel said.

“Yeah?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah.” Miguel responded.

“All right. You asked for it.” Johnny said.

Johnny made his way to a box of watermelons that was covered by a blanket. He took the blanket off of the box. He grabbed the claw and attached it to a watermelon. He began to pull the watermelon up with the chain.

Sarah and Miguel approached Johnny.

“What's with the watermelons?” Miguel asked.

“One of the most badass kicks in all of karate is the flying tornado. I wasn't sure if you were ready for it. It's a pain in the ass to master, but you don't mind a little pain, do you?” Johnny asked Sarah and Miguel.

“No, Sensei.” Sarah and Miguel said.

The door opened.

Sam spoke. “Neither do I.”

Johnny, Sarah, and Miguel turned around and saw Sam walking towards them.

“Nice place you’ve got here, but it could definitely use a woman's touch.” Sam said.

“Does your dad know you're here?” Johnny asked.

“I told him I should be learning both styles, so that's what I'm going to do.” Sam said.

At West Valley Middle School, Anthony contemplated returning Kenny's hoodie, but he was interrupted by Lia, who invited him to a fair. Upon learning that she also invited Kenny, Anthony attempted to make peace with him. He was taunted by Kenny, who called him LaPusso. He was enraged. He, Zack, and Marcus chased Kenny. After Kenny turned off the lights in the library, they split up and tried to find him. Kenny used the darkness to his advantage and picked them off one by one until only Anthony remained. Before Anthony could exact his revenge, a teacher discovered them.

Daniel and Amanda walked into West Valley Middle School.

“I can’t believe this is happening all over again. First Sam, now Anthony?” Amanda asked.

Daniel sighed. “Don't worry. He'll be safe. We'll make sure the kid who did this does not get off lightly.”

Daniel and Amanda saw Anthony and Kenny sitting outside of Principal Fitzpatrick’s office.

“Hey, Anthony. Are you okay?” Daniel asked.

Principal Fitzpatrick walked out of his office and stood next to the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. LaRusso, come on in.” Principal Fitzpatrick told Daniel and Amanda.

Daniel and Amanda walked into Principal Fitzpatrick’s office.

Principal Fitzpatrick sat behind his desk.

Principal Fitzpatrick gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. “You can have a seat here.”

Daniel and Amanda sat down.

“We're not sure what happened...” Daniel trailed off.

“But whatever it is, we expect there to be a severe punishment for this.” Amanda said.

“Oh, there will be. I've already spoken to the parents of the other offending students. We're going to be suspending them.” Principal Fitzpatrick said.

“Okay.” Amanda said.

“And your son.” Principal Fitzpatrick said.

“What? None of this is Anthony's fault.” Daniel said.

“Well, I'm afraid we have proof.” Principal Fitzpatrick showed Daniel and Amanda videos of Kenny being bullied. “Turns out this isn't the first time. Don't know how they got that milk in the locker. Anthony and the others have been cyberbullying Mr. Payne for some time. I've seen enough evidence to conclude that Anthony has been a real bully this year.”

Daniel turned to the window and looked at Anthony in anger.

Kenny laughed. “Got you.”

In the back of the Cobra Kai dojo, Terry was reading Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes.

Kreese appeared. He was holding a box full of beer bottles.

Terry spoke. “A man of his word.”

Terry set his book aside and walked up to Kreese.

“Whoa. Are those Ba Muoi Ba?” Terry asked.

“Old 33s. They've changed a bit since the war.” Kreese said.

Kreese handed the box to Terry. “To the victor go the spoils.”

Terry smiled. “Sweet!”

Terry grabbed a bottle and walked away from Kreese. “Hello!”

Kreese perked up. “You know who those remind me of?”

Terry’s back was to Kreese.

Terry turned to Kreese and asked, “Huh?”

“Scovil. The good old boy from Utah.” Kreese said.

“Yeah.” Terry said. “Yeah. Never washed his ass. Could smell him coming a mile away.”

“Remember the day we were on patrol and he took it upon himself to jump rank and take point?” Kreese asked.

“Yeah. Crazy bastard.” Terry said.

Kreese chuckled. “Wound up walking directly into a minefield. Blew himself to kingdom come.”

“That's the kind of story I'd rather forget.” Terry said.

“We don't have the luxury of forgetting, nor should we.” Kreese said. “We should remember what happens to soldiers who don't follow their leader.”

“Johnny, look, is this about...” Terry trailed off.

“Quiet!” Kreese yelled. “I'm not done speaking, Lieutenant. The other day, when we were teaching, you told the students that I have a weakness.”

“I said everyone has a weakness.” Terry said.

“You specifically talked about me, and it made me wonder...” Kreese paused. “What do you think my weakness is?”

Terry sighed. “Look, it was just a lesson for the class.”

“You’re afraid to tell me. Do you remember the cage? We both thought we were going to die. I wasn't afraid. You were. You were like a puddle of piss. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be back in that pit, correct?” Kreese asked.

Tears formed in Terry’s eyes. “Yes.”

“I'm the one who got you out of that cage then, only to find you in another one that you created for yourself. I have always looked out for you, Terry, and I always will, but you need to fall back in line and follow my lead, because there are a lot of land mines out there, and if you don't watch where you step, it’s all going to blow up.” Kreese said.

Kreese grabbed a bottle.

“You don't mind, do you?” Kreese asked.

Terry shook his head. “No, Captain. No.”

Kreese left.

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