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goku568miraculous · 1 month ago

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True secret is out

It been a week since the mixed tag match between A Town Down Under Vs LDF, since that night that fight and chaos has been ensured backstage.

Y/N is not clear to compete because the doctor say it a “safety precaution and don’t want to aggravate the neck.” It upset Y/N since she want to be out there wrestling, but she understands and hopes she gets back in the ring soon.

Y/N was alone in her apartment as she was the only one that lives there. It was kinda lonely in her apartment even to she loves to listen to music and watch streaming’s shows on her laptop.

She been with Grayson for few months and she considered to take this relationship to the next levels…not getting married of course because she wasn’t ready yet nor want to think about it for now.

She actually was thinking about them living together.

Y/N had a lot to think about this and thinks it was necessary for them to become closer together and see how it going work out in the future…even tho she knows they going have a good one either way because of the good feeling.

Either way the only thing she has to do is tell Grayson if they want to share and live together in and apartment, although she honestly feel bit afraid to tell him.

Would he accept it, or would he feel weirded out and it would ruin the relationship between them? Y/N doesn’t know what to think but she knows she going have to tell him to get answers.

And that why this week in Smackdown she planning on doing it.

—

Y/N was in her locker room getting ready for the show, tonight was the night that her best friend and boyfriend would get and opportunity to be number one contenders for the tag titles.

But before that the three would have there own segment on the Grayson Waller Effect that her boyfriend is planning on doing. It was kinda last minute because Nick didn’t plan this and that Grayson did because he figure he should speak about last week and also the fact he would be bringing Y/N as a guest,

Y/N would happily accept that offer.

Since she wouldn’t be wrestling tonight since she still hasn’t been clear, she decided to dress beautifully for the fans and her boyfriend. She got herself a blue dress, put her long side wavy hair together and puts on her make up.

She suddenly hear the locker room door open and she turns around and saw Bianca coming in with Naomi.

“Girl! You look amazing!” Bianca said almost in shock.

“Extremely amazing!” Naomi said as she got excited.

Y/N laughs. “Aww thank you guys I appreciate it.”

Naomi smirked. “Did you dress like that for Grayson Waller effect tonight?”

“Yes considering am booked on his show.” Y/N said simply.

Bianca suddenly got defensive “Is he treating you right? Because I would-“

“Whoa Bianca calm down, he didn’t do anything.” Y/N said almost offended.

Bianca takes a deep breath. “Sorry it just after what happen to Jade I feel I have to look after everyone.”

Y/N sighs as she smiles. “I understand but if you watch last week show and heard about what happen backstage you see Grayson was protective of me that night after the match against LDF.”

“That match was absolutely BS.” Naomi said starting to get angry. “I hope Nick talks to them and the ref because it was Bs how they be able to get away with everything in the thing.”

“I heard he talks to them, but i haven’t heard what the consequences he gave them yet “ Y/N said,

Y/n then gets up and check herself out before facing the door. “Anyway I got to go, it almost time for Grayson show and I need to give my boyfriend a special gift.

“A gift? Ooh what is it?” Naomi said interest seeing the bag.

“It a secret.” Y/N said grinning.

Bianca smiles. “Good luck, and when you get better we can tag along with us to beat Nia and her friends.”

Y/N laughs as she starts to leave. “Thanks and I will definitely do that.”

—

“Welcome to the Grayson Waller Effect!” Grayson said into the mic as he sits with Austin.

The crowd suddenly cheer as they are excited to watch the show.

“Now before I get to the main talk I would like to introduce a special guest tonight. She is a former NXT champion, she the best person I met and also my girlfriend Y/N!” Grayson said excitedly.

As soon as her name and theme plays the crowd erupted in cheers. Y/N began walking and everyone can see how beautifully she dressed and she herself was smiling at the reaction.

As Y/N gets in the she saw Grayson mouth was slight open along with Austin and she had the result the urge to laugh. Y/N finally sit down in the guest seat as she picks up the mic and look at the two.

“Wow you look awesome!” Grayson finally said still stunned.

Y/N finally laughs. “Thanks for the compliment.”

Grayson shook his head as he try’s to keep himself together. “So anyway I would like to thank you again for helping us against Legado Fantasma even tho we…lost.”

The crowd boo in the response of what Grayson said as they believe they should of won that fight after everything that happen.

“Oh it no problem, me and Elektra have been enemy’s when we were in NXT and the way she abuse her power of course I would help you.” Y/N said happily.

“Well we are so thankful for you. I haven’t said this in long time but I’m happy you are here in Smackdown with us, you been my best friend since NXT and I gerish out friendship very much.” Austin smiles.

Y/N smiles. “Wow thanks Austin I appreciate that. I love being friends with you and I appreciate our friendship very much.”

The crowd cheer in response.

“Anyway, I hope your neck is doing alright after what Elektra did to you.” Grayson said but concern in your voice.

Y/N nods. “I’m not clear yet but it getting better and I should be clear in a few days.”

“Well that is great.” Grayson said cheerful. “You should go another tag match with us, it’ll be fun.”

“Gray I would love to do that.” Y/N said genuinely.

Y/N could see Grayson was starting to blush a little but he immediately retracts it and put on his usual face.

“So let’s get on the main topic for tonight right Austin?” Grayson said as he looks at his best friend. “We are in the main event in a triple threat match for number one contenders for tag titles against who? DIY?”

“Yeah…” Austin said.

Grayson laughs. “I wonder what with the change of attitude between them? I didn’t know Johnny had that bitterness inside of him, tho I shouldn’t be surprised at there hypocrisy.”

“Grayson.” Y/N warns.

“What it kinda true.” Grayson said smiling at Y/N.

Austin sighs as Y/N shook her head and Grayson look at the two and heavily sighs.

“Ok I give some sort of respect for what they have done, but I don’t appreciate for what they did to Motor City Machine Gun.” Grayson said.

“True that.” Y/N said agreeing.

“But the good news is that DIY won’t be champions for long after we win the triple threat with my boy Austin Theory.” Grayson said as he place his hand on his shoulder.

“Street profits and pretty deadly? They won’t stand a chance against A Town Down Under.” Grayson said grinning with Austin.

Y/N started clapping. “And I be rooting for you guys.”

The crowd immediately cheers at what they say and started sipping the tag team.

Y/N figure this is the time to tell Grayson about them living together. “So Grayson there something I need to ask you.”

Grayson look a bit surprised but immediately replace it with a smile. “What you want to ask love.”

Y/N smiles. “Before I do, I got you something.”

Y/N then hands him the bag; Grayson then looks into the bag and he took out a box, and when he opens it he was shock.

“You got me sneakers?” Grayson said happy.

Y/N smile again. “It wrestling sneakers, they are custom made and it has our names on it.”

Grayson inspects the sneakers, it is white, blue stripe’s and both of there names on them.

“Wow! Thank you I love them so much!” Grayson said grinning.

Y/N laughs. “Thank you, but there another thing I need to tell you.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “We been together for few months yes? And during those times I can happily say I love spending time with you and I love the way you look, your smile and other things you have.”

Grayson smiles again at this and started laughing. “Well that kind of the real me.”

Y/N laughs. “Yeah exactly, so I been thinking about this for a while now and I want to ask you and important question.”

Y/N started standing up and the crowd seems a bit nervous on what she wants to say. Grayson stood up as well and both stars walk to each other as they hold one of each other hands for comfort.

“What you want to ask me?” Grayson said waiting.

“Um…” Y/N said as she try’s to process on how to say it.

Austin was confused but excited at the same time in what his best friend want to ask his other best friend.

Grayson smiles as he place his other hand in Y/N cheek. “It ok Love take your time.”

Y/N laughs at the comforting voice of her boyfriend and try’s to formulate how to say those utter words.

“Well Gray…” Y/N said as she try’s to think again.

Grayson was seen waiting as well as Austin.

“I want to ask if-“

Suddenly a theme song hit.

The three look at the ramp in shock and confusion on why the Bloodline is interrupting the show. Solo, Jacob, and Tama were beginning to walk towards the ramp and started to get in the ring.

Grayson grabs Y/N from the waist and push her back. “Get behind Austin.”

Y/N shows bit of concern but agrees as she was behind Austin now who was right beside his best friend.

As the Bloodline get in the ring Solo grabs a mic and he started to speak.

“Well well well if it isn’t Grayson Waller and Austin Theory. I have to admit I didn’t expect for myself to come out here…well to be honest I kinda did.” Solo chuckle.

Y/N was started to feel insulted and offended that hat Solo didn’t acknowledge her presence but she immediately try’s to hide that in.

“Um…” Grayson said as he look at his friend in confusion. “Hi Solo…can we help you with something.”

Solo look at his group and back at Grayson. “As a matter of fact you can. I want to know how you deserve the number one contender spot when you two barley have done anything to deserve it.

Grayson and Austin look at each other and Austin raise his mic up. “Well Nick was the one that give us the match and-“

“He gave you guys the match after you both lost against Legado Fantasma?” Solo said as he chuckling at he couldn’t believe this.

Solo looks at Y/N. “I think it pretty obvious how you got the match in the first place right?

Y/N just stare and immediately Grayson gets in front of Y/N trying to shield her incase the Bloodline try’s something.

“She has nothing to do with it.” Grayson said calmly not trying to get upset. “We got the match because of the Legado Fantasma cheated in the match.”

Solo chuckle at this again. “Ah huh.”

Grayson narrow his eyes. “Are you seriously here to talk about why we in the match for tag titles? Why you even here interrupting of what my girlfriend is about to say to me.”

Y/N almost blushes at the thought of Grayson basically defending her and the way he basically is becoming a knight in shining armor.

Solo laughs. “I’m just curious Grayson, since when have you become so protective? Like before I see you or at least everyone sees you as a coward, but now you are protective and shows determination? That pretty interesting isn’t it?”

Grayson just keep staying silent at Solo along with Y/N but Austin breaks up the silent.

“Grayson isn’t a coward. He still the same person and-“

“Same person?” Solo cuts Austin off as he raise his eyebrows. “If you trying to make me laugh again Austin then you are doing a good job because what you said is honestly a joke.”

“But you know what? I’m honestly here for another reason, because I couldn’t see this poor girl and you be associated with this clown any longer.” Solo said.

Y/N was confused by what Solo said and wonder what he means by that.

Grayson was confused but still show his anger.. “What are you talking about? You don’t know anything about me.”

Solo smirk. “Grayson…do you remember when you and Roman talk backstage?”

Grayson try’s to remember and suddenly he remembers he and Roman were talking…during the Elimination Chamber season in Australia.

Solo can see the look in Grayson face and sh speaks again. “I can tell you remember, you and Roman talk and he Tells you something that you and only him could hear that he wants you do to do at your hometown with the Grayson Waller effect.”

Solo looks at Austin. “Did your “best friend” tell you what he and Roman were talking about.”

Y/N can see his boyfriend stood there shock and perhaps frozen, same with Austin as he looks down briefly and back up.

“N-No he didn’t.” Austin said suddenly realizing but confused on where this is going.

“Austin-“ Grayson stated to say as he looks at him.

Solo chuckles. “Wow am not surprised at all, luckily before I became the new Tribal Chief I convince Roman to tell me before WrestleMania about what he ask your friend here and I think it the right thing to tell you the truth right?”

Grayson stats to panic. “No don’t-“

Y/N raise his eyebrow suspiciously. “What going on?”

Solo grins. “What Roman said is-“

“Stop!” Grayson said this time with a yell that Solo stops from what he is saying.

Grayson took deep breath. “Let me tell him, he deserves to hear it from me then someone else.”

Solo grins even more as he gestures for Grayson to go and tell him.

Austin was even more confused. “What is he talking about Grayson?”

Grayson looks at Austin not knowing what to say for few seconds, eventually he told him what Solo been wanting to say.

“Ok back in the Bloodline Lockeroom me and Roman were talking and the thing that he said to me that only for us to hear is that he wants me to acknowledged him on the show at the Elimination Chamber.” Grayson said.

“Isn’t that what you already did?” Austin said not getting it.

Grayson nods. “Yea but…there more to it.”

“Keep it coming.” Solo said.

Grayson restrain himself from talking back to Solo and focus still on Austin. “Roman doesn’t want any superstar to talk bad about his brothers or cousins on the Grayson Waller Effect. He said that if someone does…including you then whatever happens to that person let it happen.”

“So when you got jumped by Cody and Seth by what you said to the Rock, I couldn’t do anything because of the deal me and Roman did.” Grayson said.

Austin just stood there silent before he speaks. “That it?”

“I’m sure Roman didn’t tell you to smile and laugh after seeing your friend get beat up did he?” Solo decide to push it.

Grayson turns around and glare. “Shut your mouth! You don’t know anything about me at all.”

Solo then took a step foward. “What I do know is that you are a fraud and you fooling your girlfriend, your best friend, and all these innocent people of your manipulative tactics.”

“Since when do you care about innocent people? Almost every week you and your buddies attack people backstage for no reason and you go over to Raw and attack your family.” Grayson said angrily.

“My family is right here Waller.” Solo said as he use one his hands to indicated his members. “I care about innocent people but I don’t care about Roman or my family because of how they acted.”

“Please stop.” Y/N said as she shook her head from having a headache.

Solo and others look at Y/N as she continues to speak. “Nobody wants to hear your talk. There no reason for you to be out here unless it is to cause drama. You come out here just to say this about Grayson? That why you came out here?”

Y/N can see Solo was smiling along with his team, she can also see Grayson was looking back at her almost like he was afraid that the bloodline was going do something to her.

“You know what?” Solo said breaking the silence. “You want be with this man? That fine with me and you right it none of my business, so me and my family will just leave you guys alone”

Solo looks at both Grayson and Austin. “You better thank this lady for getting you guys a title match because as far as am concerned we deserve to be in the triple threat more than you guys. Have fun tho and good luck.”

Solo and his family started leaving and Y/N and her friends just stare at them with a weird expression from what just happen. They were so confused by the appearance of the Bloodline interrupting them.

Suddenly Solo turns around and he punch Austin to the ground catching him off guard and Grayson immediately try’s to attack Solo but Solo sees it coming and did a urange to Grayson that slams him on the ground.

“Oh my god.” Y/N almost gasp and he tends to her boyfriend and her best friend who was started to get up.

Solo smirk and he and his bloodline fully leave the ring while Y/N was busy trying to check if her friends are ok.

“Grayson you alright?” Y/N asks.

Grayson nods his head. “Yeah I didn’t get hurt too badly but am fine.”

Y/N looks over to Austin and he was starting to get up as he clutch his face, she can see Austin slowly nod at her indicating he is ok.

Realizing that they should leave the ring now Y/N takes Grayson hand and begins to hold it as she and her partner walks backstage with Austin to the side.

As they were now backstage Grayson looks over to Austin and said “Are you upset about what I said Austin.”

Austin just sighs and said. “Let just focus on the Tag match ok? I’m not really upset but am still willing to trust you and we talk more after the show.”

Grayson nods. “That is fine.”

Y/N now looks bit concern on there conditions. “Do you guys need to medical? Are you guys able to compete in main event.”

Grayson grins. “Of course love. One move ain’t going take me out that easily.”

“And I ain’t going be taken down by a punch either.” Austin said with same attitude as Grayson.

Y/N laughs. “That why I love you guys.”

Grayson and Austin laugh too and when they stop Grayson look at Y/N with curious expression. “So what does it you want to say to me before we were interrupted by the Bloodline?”

Y/N was thinking about telling Grayson about living together right now, but she holds that back because of the situation and feels that it can wait and she can tell him after the show is over.

“You know what? I tell you after the show is over, you just focus on the triple threat and I tell you soon.” Y/N smiles reassuring.

“Ok if you say so love.” Grayson said.

Y/N then realizes she needs to change her clothes and put on more casual wear. “I’m going change clothes guys since I don’t want to keep wearing a dress all day, I see you guys in Grayson locker room and we can hang out from there.”

Both superstars nodded and Grayson hugs Y/N before he goes and tells her he will see you there. Y/B starts going back into her locker room to get change out.

—

As Y/N finish putting on her casual wear clothes, she goes to her boyfriend lockeroom so she can hang out with him and Austin.

As she opens the door she could see Grayson and Austin was watching from what looks like a match and as soon as they saw Y/N they smile.

“Oh Y/N! Come sit with us.” Austin said happily.

“What going on?” Y/n said as she begins to sit down next to her boyfriend.

“Johnny is fighting Apollo crews and the match is about to start.” Grayson said.

“Really?” Y:N said as she begin to watch.

As the match begin, it appears to her and basically everyone that is watching that Johnny was getting the upper hand and starts to be more brutal in his attacks. Johnny keeps throwing Apollo into the steel steps about 5 times and he keeps breaking the count using it to his advantage to keep going.

“Oh my god…” Y/N said in disbelief as the attacking keeps going.

Grayson began to wrap his arms around Y/N and whispers. “It ok Y/N am here.”

Y/N felt the reassurance from her boyfriend and let him confronts her as they keep watching the match. Johnny finally did one final beat but he didn’t go for the pinned and instead throws Apollo out in ring and now smashing his head into steel steps.

“He has the match won so why keep doing that and not go for the pinned?” Grayson said starting get upset.

Johnny now puts Crews in Gargano Escape from outside and Apollo immediately taps out as he was screaming in pain and Johnny wasn’t letting him go.

Y/N felt little disturbed by what she saw as the way Johnny was doing the submission, she now sees Johnny out Apollos through steel steps one more time and then he goes for the pin in the ring.

The man Won.

“Damn Johnny.” Austin said in disbelief and couldn’t believe it.

“That man was so ruthless to him! He didn’t deserve that at all.” Grayson said who couldn’t believe it and was angry.

“He was toying with him.” Y/N said again in disbelief.

Grayson stood up from his seat. “I be right back.”

“Where you going?” Austin ask confused.

“Going talk to Johnny.” Grayson said as it was obvious and opens the door and leaves.

“What? Gray wait.” Y/N said as she starts to leave too.

Austin follows and they soon catch up with Grayson, they all saw Apollo was now being help by one of the referees to walk backstage as he clutch his neck.

“Are you ok?” Grayson asks Apollo.

Apollo nods and as soon as he left Grayson saw Johnny by himself seeming to be laughing about what he done in the match.

“Hey Gargano!” Grayson shouts out as he goes and ready to confront him.

Johnny looks and see Grayson was coming towards him and roll his eyes. “What you want? I’m in middle of doing something.”

“Yeah am sure whatever you doing can wait.” Grayson roll his eyes his back at him. “I don’t appreciate what you did to Apollo back there in there, he didn’t deserve that at all.”

Johnny blink his eyes. “Didn’t deserve? He deserves everything that happen to him. That guy so annoying and someone needs to put him in his place.”

“I never seen or heard Apollo even annoyed someone backstage or you anywhere.” Grayson retorted.

“And where is your tag partner?” Y/N said wondering.

Johnny frowns. “He is sick that why he not here tonight:”

Johnny laughs. “And to your boyfriend response, go and watch back the shows and you see why the bloodline is anooyed by him, he did the same to me and I just put him in his place making everyone happy.”

“Nobody is annoyed by him Johnny you just making up excuses to attack him that why.” Grayson said defending.

“Exactly.” Austin said now speaking.

Johnny scoffs. “I don’t know what your game is Waller but you should be more focus on the tag match with your little “buddy” here. I don’t even think you deserve to be in that number one contender match because of your cheap ways to get in some of your matches.”

Johnny grins. “I would even give flowers to your girlfriend since her effort is the reason you guys you in that match right? I’m also sure her parents is so “proud” of her being with a men like you after your track record on how you handle women right?”

“Hey!” Austin said almost angry as to what Johnny said to Y/N.

Y/N immediately felt something hit her on the inside after Johnny response to her parents and Grayson immediately shove Johnny but keep himself from falling down and lock eyes with Grayson.

“You really want make things personal Gargano? Fine but don’t talk about my Girlfriend that way or say anything about her family!” Grayson said almost snapping.

“You make things personal first when you attack me in front of my wife and my kid!” Johnny said getting angry now.

“HEY! Break it up!” Security said immediately as he sees the two almost getting ready to fight.

“That enough, break it up!” Another security said as he join with his friend.

Johnny just shook his head chuckling. “I see you in the ring next week after you guys win your match since it pretty obvious how you going to win it.”

Johnny leaves and Austin looks at Y/N and said. “Are you ok.”

Y/N nods but still feels a bit shaken. “Yeah just…bit caught off guard by what he just said.”

“I’m so sorry.” Austin said feeling bad.

Austin embraces his best friend and Y/N was so grateful by the comfort he is showing to her. Grayson goes to them and as they walk he was ranting about what just happened.

“I can’t believe what he just said! If he wants to make things personal with me then fine, but he shouldn’t bring Y/N into this.” Grayson said angry.

“Just let it go Gray I am fine.” Y/M said reassuring.

Grayson sighs and looks at Y/N. “He still shouldn’t have said that.”

“I know but let it go, it is not worth it.” Y/N said.

Grayson nods but asks. “Are you ok tho?”

Y/N smiles. “Yes I already said that to Austin.”

“She did.” Austin said confirming.

Grayson smiles as he hugs her briefly. “That is great.”

As Grayson lets go of the hug, she then looks at her boyfriend and said. “I’m going hang out in my locker room until the main event, I will meet you guys before you enter the entrance way to walk with you.”

Austin nods. “Ok you sure you don’t want hang?”

Y/N shook her head. “No I think am going hang out with my girls for right now and meet you guys.”

Grayson nods. “Ok we see you in main event love.”

“You too Gray.” Y/N smiles.

Grayson give her quick kiss and both he and Austin left. Y/N then started walking towards to where her locker room is and when she feels she was almost there she suddenly feels something hit her and she feel unconscious.

—

“Y/N!? Y/N? Y/N?!”

Y/N slowly open her eyes as she felt dizzy again and she saw Grayson and Austin in there ring gear while Nick Aldis and a medics were with her.

“Gray?” Y/N groans out.

“Oh thank god you are ok.” Grayson said with relief.

“Wha? What happen?” Y/N said.

“Someone seems to have attack you.” Austin said almost seems to get frustrated by it.

“The back of your need is bleeding.” Grayson said almost in shock.

Y/N touch the back of her neck and she could feel liquid in her hand as she look at her fingers too see the blood that is on it.

“Shit:” Y/M said to herself.

“Do you know who attack you Y/N?” Nick said genuine.

Grayson stood up from kneeling down and look at him in anger. “It Is Elektra and Santos.”

Nick sighs. “Grayson you can’t just make accusations without any-“

“What accusation? It pretty obvious they are the ones that did this to her.” Grayson said angry.

Nick ignores Grayson and asks Y/N again. “Do you know who attack you?”

Y/N shook her head. “No I didn’t see anyone.”

Nick nods. “That is fine, we going conduct and investigation.”

“Investigation?” Grayson said like he couldn’t believe it anger still in his tone. “Why don’t you just admit it?! There are the one who could possibly do this to Y/N and after what Elektra did to her last week? Not to mention the other times she interfere in me and Austin matches?!”

“Calm down!” Nick said matching Grayson tone. “We are going find out who did this but we can’t throw accusations around.”

“Ridiculous!” Grayson said throwing his hands up and then his body around.

Nick just sighs again and look at Y/N. “We going do everything we can to find out who did it.”

“Thank you Nick.” Y/N said smiling.

Nick look at security and gesture for them to go with him. After they left, Austin gets a towel he begins to wipe the blood that was on Y/N neck.

“Is your neck ok? I know you recovering from sprain neck.” Austin said as he keeps wiping the blood.

“I’m fine I don’t think the attacker attacks me multiple times.” Y/N said.

Grayson looks at the two. “I’m literally about to go to there locker room to start a fight.”

“Gray no you have a match.” Y/N said shooking her head.

“How can I have a match when you are hurt like this?” Grayson complains.

Y/N sighs. “I’m telling you I’m fine. This is your guys only chance to even get a opportunity for those tag titles and you need to focus on tha with Austin.”

Grayson sigh back as he knows his girlfriend is right. Y/N looks down and knows something that can cheer him up and was even hit shock herself.

“You wearing the custom wrestling sneakers I gave you?”

Grayson looks down and grins. “Yeah they look really good and I thought why not put them on tonight so you would be able to see them in action.”

Y/N gives our a smirk. “So you not going drink out of it just like your other shoes?”

Grayson give it a thought. “Would you want me too?”

“It your choice.” Y/N said.

“Then am not.” Grayson smiles. “It really special to you-to me too, and I don’t feel comfortable drinking out of a custom made sneakers from my girlfriend.”

Y/N laughs as she flirts . “Then I guess when I come and watch from ringside I see you in action.”

“Looking forward too it.” Grayson flirts back.

“Ok love birds our match is about start and we need to get going.” Austin shouts as if they couldn’t hear him.

Both laugh and Y/N told the two she be out there after they make there entrances because she needs to take a breather

After taking a breather she goes to the ramp after both her boys did there entrances. She started walking towards the announce table to sit down and she put her thumbs up in support and good luck to them.

She sits down next to announce table and begins to watch the match after the others make there entrances. Michael Cole wanted to ask her some questions and so she happily replies.

“So Y/N who you think going win the match?” Cole said.

“I’m going go with A town Town Down Under obviously.” Y/N said.

“How would you describe your relationship with Grayson Waller?” Cole asks.

Y/N almost blush. “I mean it no secret that me and him are together. We meet up and something in us just sparkle when we see each other. I been with Grayson for few months now and it is really great experience.”

“Even tho he kinda a obnoxious person? Cole added.

“Hmm, I kinda see what you mean but I do actually see him as a kind protective person. Hr and Austin have lots to talk about but am sure they be able to figure things out.” Y/N said.

“He started to change slowly some of his ways tho when I got drafted to Smackdown. So I’m sure you guys able to see it too eventually.” Y/N said crossing her legs.

Cole smiles. “Well you are such a great superstar, so I take your word for it.”

“Thank you Cole.” Y/N said appreciated.

Y/N was still focus on fight since it has been a few minutes since then. Grayson and Austin have been doing well along with the Street profits, but Pretty Deadly tho barely get any offense in.

The match was getting the crowd excited and Y/N was happy to see that, but the thing she notices is Grayson was clutching his left knee like before.

Damn! Wasn’t his knee supposed to heal? It supposed to be sore.

Y/N try’s to shake off the worries and just decided to shout more support for her boyfriend and best friend. They started gaining upper hand when Y/N started to notice who was coming from the crowd.

The Bloodline.

“What are they doing here?” Y/N can’t help but growl.

The 3 teams seems to notice but they just began to focus on the match. Austin decided to do ATL on Elton and goes for the Pin but unfortunately when the count goes to 2 Solo gets his foot and drag him down.

“Hey!” Y/n said starting to stand up.

Grayson saw what happen and try’s go to help but Jacob immediately gets in the ring and did a Samoan Drop onto him putting him down in the ring. The other team’s try to get him out but Jacob overwhelming strengths and Tama he’ll easily takes out Pretty Deadly and a member of the Street Profits.

Solo from the outside spikes Austin making him clutch his throat and groans in pain. The three members of the Bloodline each attacks Austin on ground and drags him near the announce Table near Y/N is.

“Leave him alone!” Y/N shouts with anger seeing her best friend hurt.

Solo smirks as he winks at her. Y/N was going go and do something but she could hear Austin struggling voice telling her to stop.

He doesn’t want her to get hurt.

Solo and his family picks Austin up in power bomb position and Y/N suddenly realizes what they’re about to do.

No no no no

And suddenly The bloodline did a triple power bomb to Austin in announce table crashing hum down. Y/N watch in horror and immediately goes by her best friend side.

“Austin are you ok?! Austin!” Y/N said desperately.

Y/N then suddenly hear the bell rang few seconds after and she realizes again the match ended.

The street profits on by Montez pinning Grayson.

“Oh no…” Y/N said as she put her hands into her mouth seeing as her boys didn’t win the match.

Solo then looks into Y/N and shouts. “Tell your boys that we are only doing what best for business and we should of been in that contenders match.”

“Get out of here!” Y/N said as he was tending and almost unconscious Austin.

Solo smirk and soon left with his group. Y/N looks over Austin who couldn’t even stand up, couldn’t even talk to her, and he was in so much pain.

Soon Grayson was by Y/N and her expression and by Austin being on ground he knows what exactly happen. Both superstars were by Austin side until medical arrived with a stretcher, seeing it almost want Y/N to cry at the thought Austin might be seriously injured.

The medics puts him on a stretcher and start taking him out while Grayson and Y/N were close with each other wanting to comfort one another. As soon as Austin was in the ambulance and the door close, Y/N just started breaking down.

Grayson embraces Y/N and whisper in her ears. “It’ll be ok Y/N he going be fine.”

Y/N sobs. “He my best friend Gray, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted to do something, but Austin didn’t want me too.”

Grayson sighs. “Solo and his group are dangerous, it wouldn’t surprise me if they try and do something to you Y/N.”

“It better than seeing me watch Austin get crash down in the table.” Y/N sobs again

Grayson comforts her more. “It’ll be ok Y/N he going be fine.”

Y/N nods through the embrace and after a few seconds she lets go and ask another question that seems to confused her. “Is your knee still hurting you? I thought it was a sore?”

“My knee was targeted a bit in the match and I honestly still feel a small pain before, but it not that noticeable and I can still go.” Grayson said chuckling a bit.

“You sure you’re ok? Maybe you should take a week off to let it rest?” Y/N suggest.

“I’m fine Y/N, but I will take your suggestion so we can go on another date.” Grayson gives out a grin.

Y/N laughs. “I would love that.”

Grayson nods and seconds later a person who works backstage goes up to the two and hands out a letter to Y/N.

“Letter for you Y/N.”

Y/N was confused as she looks the letter. “Who is it from?”

The person shrugs as he left, Y/N decided to open the letter with Grayson watching and both of them were shocked by what it reads.

It really funny seeing Y/N cry out in pain from being hit in the head by my familia. I hope she takes care of her neck very closely because you don’t know what going happen if she gets back in the ring so quick.

By LDF.

“I don’t believe it…” Y/N said disbelief.

“I knew it! I knew it was Elektra and Santos!” Grayson said furious.

“So Elektra and Santos are the ones that attack me?” Y/N said surprise.

Grayson just shook his head in anger. “I be right back.”

Y/N turns around. “Wait where you going?”

“Calling out those two cowards in ring and exposing them for what they really are.” Grayson said.

Y/N eyes widen. “Gray wait! The show already ended!.

“Just stay here until I get back.” Grayson shouts back as he start leaving.

Y/N groans and she started running to try and catch up to Grayson, she push through the curtains to where backstage people watch the show and monitors it but she hasn’t seen Grayson and she knew why.

He was already out in ring.

Y/N look at one of the peoples that was watching and said. “Is one of the monitors still on?”

One of the backstage people nodded and points to the one where it was still on, the camera was already pointing towards Grayson but it wasn’t live for people online to see.

“SANTOS!” Grayson yells angrily in the mic. “GET YOU AND ELEKTRA OUR HERE RIGHT NOW!”

Grayson was pacing in the ring and the crowd eas shock and excited by Grayson coming out here when they thought the show was over. Seeing Santos or Elektra not coming Grayson decided to push it.

“We all know both of you guys attack Y/N last week and this week, so come out here right now!” Grayson said angrily again.

Both of them still hasn’t come out.

Grayson laughs hysterically for a moment. “Where are you guys? I know you still out there backstage I ain’t stupid, so get your ass out here!”

Grayson now glares towards backstage. “You guys want attack Y/N from behind when am not around and act like you didn’t do it? Then let see if you can do that to me face to face, let have a match right here, right now!”

“I wouldn’t even mind if I can face Elektra right now, since she so confident in thinking she best best me in the ring with one body slammed when I wasn’t even allowed to hit her, so unless Elektra too scare to fight me, then we can have a intergender match right now!”

The crowd roar in approval and begin to shout. “YES, YES, YES, YES ,YES”

Grayson was opening his arm wide earring for them to come, seeing they still not coming he speaks again. “I’m not leaving this ring until you get out here, you guys going pay for what you done to Y/N so get out here now!”

The crowd rose in approval again and Grayson was still standing there waiting in the ring, he still angry and still wasn’t leaving.

The crowd roar in shock and approval when they see someone from behind hit Grayson with a chair making him fall down.

And that person was Johnny Gargano.

Johnny was glaring at Grayson and as he saw Grayson was starting to get up he rapidly hit him on his back with the chair causing him pain. Johnny then turns Grayson over and he started rapidly again hit Grayson injured knee as his knee pads were down with the steel chair in his hand causing him even more pain.

Y/N was watching and her hands were on her mouth seeing the brutality Johnny was giving to his boyfriend.

“Stop please.” Y/N said whispers with tears starting to come in her eyes.

Meanwhile Johnny drags Grayson near turn buckled and he wrapped his injured knee near the ropes and started kicking it causing Grayson even more pain, The men then started to go to outside and grabs Grayson legs inside the ring and get it in between the post, the next brutality is he slammed the leg that was his injure knee into the ring post hard which cause Grayson to scream in pain again.

The crowd was really disturb but what they are seeing and slight boing the DIY member for what he doing to Grayson.

Grayson was clutching his injured knee hard in pain as Johnny grabs another steel chair and brings it in the ring, he wrapped the steel chair around Grayson injured knee and begin to step and press on knee as he grabs another steel chair that was nearby.

Grayson try’s to move away but he in so much pain by Johnny pressing on his injured knee and Johnny expression was fill with anger.

“You think you so much better than everyone else? You don’t run Smackdown!” Johnny said angrily.

Johnny raise the chair above his head and slams the chair into the chair that was wrapped around Grayson injured knee.

Grayson screams.

Y/N couldn’t stand by and watch hearing the agony of her boyfriend being in pain that almost was echoing around the arena and started running towards the ring.

The crowd cheer as they saw her and Y/N immediately gets in front of her screaming Boyfriend who was clutching his knee desperately in agony and she holds her hands out.

“Stop don’t hurt him!” Y/N said angrily in tears.

Johnny grins as he holds his hands up. “So sorry, didn’t know I overdid it with my strength.”

immediately securitys comes and they were pushing Johnny away so that he wouldn’t do more damage to Grayson. Y/N looks to her boyfriend side and asks. “Gray are you ok?”

Grayson was whimpering as the pain seems to intensify and Y/N look at the injured knee and see that it was starting to turn purple and bruise.

“Oh no.” Y/N said covering her mouth. “Gray can you move your knee or your leg?”

Grayson shook his head, still in pain. “I- I can’t move, my knee I- I can’t put any weight on it.”

“We need Medical, hurry up!.” Y/N screams.

Johnny leaves the ring with a scoff and medical arrives to the ring and begin checking on Grayson. Y/N saw her boyfriend eyes was tearing up from the pain he is feeling and she just wants to make it go away, the medics were touching Grayson knee and he just flinch from pain.

“Can you move?” The medics ask.

“No I can’t, it hurts so much.” Grayson said still clutching his knee.

The medic shook his head. “We going need to put you on a stretcher.”

Y/N just wants to cry at the thought another close friend is being taken out in a stretcher. Y/N just goes over to Grayson and whispers in his ears.

“It’s going be ok Gray.” Y/N said with hopeful.

Grayson tries to smile though pain and gestures for his girlfriend to get more closer and as she did he embraces her even if it was uncomfortable in the position he in.

“Y/N.” Grayson said.

“Yeah?” Y/N said

“I love you.” Grayson said.

Y/N eyes tear up. “I love you too”

The two were still in the embrace when suddenly Grayson shouts in pain again as Johnny comes back and hit him in the steel chair on the back where Grayson back was on the ropes.

Y/N pulls back like a shock wave came to her and Johnny immediately gets in the ring and attacks security and medical who gets in his way, he throws one of the security into Y/N and both fell over to the outside in the ring.

“Y/N!” Grayson said desperately seeing her girlfriend getting hurt.

Grayson looks over to Johnny who was glaring at him. Johny slammed the steel chair into injured knee of Grayson and he screams in pain again.

Johnny was grinning at hearing Grayson in pain. “Your girlfriend is about to watch you get hurt just like my wife was when you attack me.”

Y/N manages to recover and shouts. “Johnny stop!”

Johnny just keeps on grinning and then he grabs Grayson foot and drags near the outside of the ring, he then started untying Grayson sneakers of where the injured knee is and as he finishes he takes off the sneakers leaving Grayson with his socks and drags Grayson to the ground causing him pain.

“Oh so this is the sneakers you girlfriend gave to you right?” Johnny said amuse.

“Put that down!” Y/N said angrily.

“Ok.” Johnny grins.

Johnny then spits on the sneakers and then he throws it into the crowd as far away as he can.

Y/N couldn’t believe what she just saw and how Johnny basically just get in between her and her boyfriend relationship like that.

Y/N try’s to run over to help her boyfriend but Johnny place his foot onto Grayson knee, slamms steel chair on ground in front of her and Y/N stop as she realizes Johnny was threatening her to try and do something because he wouldn’t hesitate to do anything to her especially the show wasn’t live.

“Where are security? Where are the superstars?” Y/N said in her thoughts.

Johnny push steel steps slightly and place and trapped Grayson foot in between the steel steps and ring post with his socks exposed and push the steps slightly causing Grayson to groan in as there was nothing to protect his feet.

Johnny grabs Grayson chin forcing him to look at him, tho Grayson eyes slightly close from the pain he is feeling. “You think I can’t keep up with you Waller? Well guess what? Johnny wrestling is able to keep up with you and is getting payback!”

Johnny let’s go of Grayson chin and he then run towards steel steps and he kicks it pushing towards Grayson unprotected foot.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!” Grayson cries out in agnoy.

Y/N hears the painful scream of her boyfriend that she hasn’t heard before and her tears fall as she runs over. “STOP!!”

Johnny back with his hands up with grin on his face as Y/N goes over to Grayson. Grayson couldn’t get his foot out of the steps that was between the pole and he was crying out in more pain.

“Gray am here, am here.” Y:N said try to sooth the pain on Grayson.

Her soothing didn’t work as Grayson keeps crying, screaming in pain as the pain intensified even more.

“SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!” Y/N cry out.

More Security and Medical immediately comes out and security were trying to keep Johnny away when he keeps on speaking and laughing at him.

“Enjoy rehab Waller, hope your girlfriend enjoy the show.” Johnny laughs out.

“Get out of here!” Y/N screams at him.

The crowd immediately was booing Johnny was the evil intentions he did to Grayson.

Johnny cackle’s as he left and Y/N was busy trying to remove the steps that was stuck on his boyfriend foot, she fear it has been crushed.

Y/N could see the tears was strolling on his cheek and she knows he desperately want to hide it but the pain was too much for him.

“It hurts, it hurts so much, I can’t move.” Grayson said as he sobs.

“It’ll be ok Gray, am here, am here with you.” Y/N said sobbing as well.

Medics were trying to get the steps out of Grayson foot that has been pressing in, as they were close to removing it, Johnny fights back against the security again and he goes over to the two couple and started grabbing the other shoe of Grayson that is in his foot.

“NO!” Y/N said as she tackles him with all her strength. “I SAID GET OUT OF HERE!”

Immediately Nick comes out along with Candice and Nick separates the two as Candice tends to her husband.

“Have fun in Rehab Grayson!” Johnny laughs again.

“GET OUT HERE JOHNNY!” Nick said in authoritative voice.

“He deserves that!” Johnny said.

Grayson was clutching his knee and foot as the pain keeps on intensify, he keeps screaming in pain. Y/N grab one of her boyfriend handing trying to calm him down and soothe his pain.

“Y-Y/N…” Grayson whimpers.

“Yeah?” Y/N said sobbing.

Grayson use his other hand and touch Y/N cheek, he was in unbearable pain and said the utter words. “I-I love you.”

Grayson eyes close and his body fell limp and Y/N immediately panic and started tapping his cheek to wake him up but it hasn’t done any effect.

“He pass out from the pain!” One of the medic’s said as they checking on him.

“Someone get another stretcher!” Another medic said.

Y/N begins crying on the ground at the thought her boyfriend is being stretched out, her best friend and boyfriend were both being taken out and now she is all alone to face the battle.

The audience were in disbelief and some even the kids were crying by what they have seen and heard:

The medics put Grayson on stretcher and Y/N immediately goes by her boyfriend side.

There still 1 mystery to solve.

Who keeps attacking her? Was it Johnny, LDF? Someone else?

Whatever it was she was going find out.

When she hears the ambulance sounds, in her mind all she could remember about is her best friend and Boyfriend together.

(To be continued)

#grayson waller x reader #grayson waller #austin theory #wwe fanfiction #wwe smackdown #wwe x reader #wwe one shot #Grayson Waller fanfic

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bueckersfudd · 3 months ago

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my opinion on the game, i think it was a good game after the loss to ND but then again almost any big east game is a sure win. paige was good but wasn't taking the shots she couldve but still played well... sarah was also good played well rebounded well.. kaitlyn even though the stats don't show it that much i thought she played really well, she found the passes and rebounded pretty well considering her height... ash was also good esp after that last game she picked it up... ice was kinda a mess she really picked it up in the end of the game but tbh the beginning ik she only played like a few min but those were bad. subs wise: jana did ok idk not much to say she only had 2 points which a post player with 2 points is almost unheard of. speaking of which how does Q have the more points than jana and the same as ice while only playing like 5 min, that should not happen esp from a starter and a first sub... morgan was soooo good she really impressed me today esp her defensive work... kk and allie were both ok, kk was better than last game but still not doing great not much improvement over the past year and a half.. allie was good not too much from her but with more min i think she'll start playing good... what did u think about the game?

sorry anon i forgot to answer, i got caught up on other things!

pretty good assessment on your part. expected the result we got which means i kinda checked out a little when the fourth quarter started winding down but lets get into it!

i was a little bit frustrated with some of the shots paige gave up without even looking at the basket, but she still had 24 so i'm giving her some grace there bc other than that she played a very good, paige-like game that we know and love. great defensive effort from her, she was a menace in those passing lanes.

no complaints on sarah thats my freshmen of the year. ice keeps giving me these moments where i'm like "okay may she earned that starting spot" but they did not happen today, she looked like last season ice. in contrast, kaitlyn did a lot of good things. i still wish we could see some more offensive urgency from her but hopefully as she adjusts to her role and as geno figures out his lineups that will come.

ashlynn was really aggressive, i wanna see more of that from her in the future even if the shots aren't falling. morgan was fantastic, even geno loved the effort from her and will be increasing her minutes in upcoming games, good for her! her efforts on the boards were so necessary and will continue to be bc we should not be struggling this much to rebound the basketball

i don't have much to say on kk besides thank god she finally hit a three. jana needs to learn how to adjust to what the refs are calling bc she's too foul prone right now regardless of whether or not she deserves them, that'll come with time and experience. i think a lot of what she's struggling with just comes down to adjustment and experience, i'm confident she'll get there.

q... yeah whatever she only played bc it was a blow out and even then im like, "why is there a flailing twig disrespecting nika muhl and sue bird's number on my screen?"

it was kinda fun to watch the freshmen figure things out a little bit of that last quarter but i dont have many notes on those minutes in general except that the refs made some interesting calls and i hope that girl from georgetown who went down is okay. there u have it, thank u for asking!!

#uconn wbb #asks and answers

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cerenemuxse · 1 year ago

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So i finally watched BWBA (Season 24)

My very useless review of BWBA Season 24

Please make your own opinions. Don't be like me (way before this) and base yours off of everyone's else. That's why I put useless, because it is if you hadn't made your own.

Surprisingly, this season was in plain sight, as well as other T&F seasons.

Emily's Best Friend

I hated it. I still hate. Sorry, but the 2-12 interaction could not save it. I still love that moment though. To me, Emily is OOC.

Thomas' Fuzzy Friend

Wholesome filler episode with a ref to Thomas the Babysitter, which is one of my all-time favorites. I love it.

The Great Little Engine Show

Eh- i like the mention of the model engines. Don't have anything against it but it doesn't stick out. .3.

Thomas and the Forest Engines

I like it. :D I like the storyline about why certain engines are allocated to certain places.

Emily to the Rescue

Peak Emily moment. I love it but why did it take so long for her to get her number??? 😭 Oh, well. I still love it.

I love that bring out her caring aspect. It's like her intro episode. (I finally watched it and MAN, i wish I got that Emily growing up 😭 she just came off as a bossy big sister /neg)

Shankar's Makeover

Shankar's like me. /srs I like this episode for addressing situations like this. Stage fright, not wanting attention, and being someone who keeps to themself. Nice episode.

Nia and the Unfriendly Elephant

The references are nice. I love Nia's love for animals and her assignment to the park. Before, her job wasn't permanent. Also, Belle is here. I love her. I love them. I like it. :]

Until I watch all of Nia's episodes, I won't be commenting on how she supposedly repeats learning things from Kenya all the damn time.

However, I do have a problem with the argument being made. It feels like it dimisses that different cultures interact like this most of the time, bringing up the ways they handle certain situations. From my expierence, i hear where these differences come from all the time, even if I know the person well enough.

I just don't see the problem with Nia bringing up how things different are between her old home and Sodor. It feels relatable, despite the fact that I'm Hispanic (Mexican), and it makes sense.

James the Super Engine

I ADORE THIS EPISODE. I've talked about it before but in short, I love how James is portrayed. Could've EASILY written him as a hero who gave up and didn't bother checking up on Rebecca when she yelled for help. But no, they went the right way. James IS caring but considering the environment he's had to work in for so many years, you can see why he doesn't show it. But here, HE DOES.

And when he realizes that Rebecca is in trouble? Its his normal voice, whereas before, it was his superhero voice.

My honest reaction whenever i watch it:

Thomas' Not-So-Lucky Day

Eh- I think the lesson is pretty good about getting those good things by thinking positively and working towards them instead of letting luck be the decision maker.

Ace's Brave Jump

I dont care.

Nia's Bright Idea

W Nia for being resourceful and bringing things together. I like it.

Cleo's First Snow

I like it.

Sonny's Second Chance

I like it.

Thomas and the Inventor's Workshop

I dont care for Ruth but I like it. Its decent.

The Inventor's Bridge

That bridge is going to fall over but there's probably physics that I don't understand that makes it make sense. At the end though, i could care less.

Yong Bao and the Tiger

I've seen it before.

I initially didn't like it due to the dynamics of the story. Like why is a massive engine like Yong Bao shunting in the yard?

However, i like it more now. I can dismiss the dynamic.

Gordon and Rebecca, Coming Through!

I've talked about it before. Its confusing, especially with its placement. Would've worked better as the episode following 'Confusion Without Delay".

Despite this, i like their dynamic.

Gordon's behavior is tiresome. I usually ignore it but i've seen enough of CGI TTTE that im getting sick and tired out of it. I've heard that his character growth was forgotten but i havent seen enough to have a say.

Kenji on the Rails

Mixed feelings on this one because Hiro's leaving. :( Stop writing off my favorite characters.

In my second, I noticed Hiro's "konnichiwa" and got thrown off completely. Odd how they're JUST now bringing out Hiro's first language. I don't remember seeing this brought out before BWBA.

Not really a review because of that. I'm sour about it.

Cleo the Road Engine

Ah, the intro episode. I thought it was in season 23. Its just Thomas and Bertie rewritten but Cleo is avoiding her jobs. No, it somehow didn't destroy my liking to her.

Thomas' Animal Friends

I think its cute but Thomas would've straight up ignored Gordon.

Overall impression: Not as shitty as its made to be. It has its good moments and bad moments.

I'm so glad that I wasn't bombarded with fantasy sequences with this one. Those are just plain ridiculous, for the most part. In some episodes, it fits like James the Super Engine and Thomas' Animal Friends. The one in Emily's Best Friend made me cringe but I enjoyed it because its Edward and Emily.

Listen, I'm desperate for 2-12 content, man, and I've been ignoring model era for a good while because I just dont want to.

Uh, that's it.

#muxse meeps #cerenemuxse

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🔎 random thoughts on the series and uconn

As a Storm fan that got to experience Stewie 2018 and 2020...what in the world did I watch?!?! Even from a stats perspective, ever since Stewie left for Liberty, her efficiency has gone down 10% overall and down nearly 25% from 3 in post season. Just painful to watch (although not as painful as watching Sabrina literally miss everything). Liberty fans should thank god for Jonquel Jones and Sabally and Leonie (and the refs).

I think I am most heartbroken for Phee. Like as a Storm fan, I hate the Lynx getting ahead of us but I wanted it for Phee because overall, she was incredible.

The series is probably what I would describe as an ugly grindfest with unnecessary drama because no one can finish the job lol. The number of times huge leads didn't matter smh. Like I enjoyed it but also hated it??? Anyway here's to hoping Gabby comes back to the Storm and we win again.

Also after the literal bloodfest of this series, I have decided I want Azzi to wait one more year before entering the draft. I am terrified at the pace and physicality when she just got her knee back. Let's take some time to fully strengthen it and work on skills training the same way Paige did. Also allow all these wnba teams to settle after firing coaches before they had the chance to rebuild fully 🙃

If there is one thing this series taught us: clutch efficiency from 3 is a hot commodity. Not volume shooting that wastes time. We need Azzi to showcase her ability to be clutch. If anything, I fully believe the only way UConn wins this year is if Azzi is the best player on court. Paige can play anywhere from 50 to 100% her level in her natural position or out of it - each iteration we have seen showcased, but it wasn't enough. She can't win it alone. She needs her other half to be the best player. That's the only way they are winning - it is the only iteration we have never seen. Just my opinion, of course. For me, the best version of Azzi is a level above Nov 2022 Azzi. That's a tall order to ask for after an ACL but I fully believe she can get there by March. If that Azzi shows up, it is over for everyone else.

This final was incredible but also frustrating for neutral viewers. I really thought Stewie was going to pop off last night and win it for NY, which didn't happen 😭. And Sab needs contacts because her shot in the final was so bad ☠️ (if Courtney played like she used to and the refs gave them 1 or 2 calls, the Lynx would have won with quite a few points).

I'm glad Nyara and Leonie put on impressive performances and were able to illustrate that Europeans are actually pretty good at basketball 😁.

JJ was the NY player who stepped up big time, but I would have given the Finals MVP to Phee (I know they only give it to the winners, but she was the best).

I think Azzi will be staying for another year to finish her Masters and to finally have a healthy pre-season. I need to see at least a season where Azzi and Paige are going off together in games, this is necessary for my happiness.

#the trades and the off-season are going to be interesting 👀#missed you

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solitaryaesthetics13 · 9 months ago

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Juniper, Oni, Futa

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Extra Description:

Juniper is a bit of a delinquent. She gets angry fast and doesn't seem to listen to anyone. She stands at around 5'7 and often wears heels or boots that make her taller. She argues with professors, shoves people out of her way, and is just an overall bitch, usually for no reason. However, she has a different online persona. Online, where she sells nudes and videos of herself masturbating, she is soft and sweet. She would moan so cutely for the camera, blush when her viewers complimented her, and would even take orders from anyone who gave her any money which was wildly out of character for the stoic, bossy asshole that she usually was.

Starter(s):

Starter 1 (Forced to work together on a project) (Y/C) and Juniper had been assigned to work on a class project together, and Juniper offered to host. Not wanting to oppose the delinquent, whether out of fear, or just not wanting to put up with any bullshit from her, (Y/C) went along with it, and after school, they found themselves at her doorstep, the delinquent having skipped the rest of the school day. After knocking on the door, Juniper allowed you inside, only wearing a loose shirt and a pair of shorts. Bandages and wraps littered her body, although she did get into physical fights frequently so it wasn't very concerning. She looked almost surprised as she let them in, closing the door behind (Y/C). "Wow, you actually came, huh? Normally people would've just done the project by themselves instead of like... actually coming over and bothering me." She shrugged. "Whatever, let's go up to my room I guess." The oni didn't stay around to listen to (Y/C) speak, already walking towards her bedroom, not even checking to see if they were following. (Your Character Continues From Here.)

Starter 2 (Masturbating dormmate gets caught): A college dorm. Living with a roommate was absolute hell, two people crammed into a small room, only getting privacy when the other is off in class or with friends, frankly... it was hurting Juniper's source of income. She wasn't able to make any new videos for her OnlyFans. At least... not until her roommate told her they'd be going out for a few hours. Bingo. She waited until they left before she started setting up. She set up a sybian, and set up her phone camera, deciding to go live. She wasn't wearing any bottoms, the oni straddling the dildo attached to the Sybian, letting the camera get a nice view before she started to lower herself down onto it, a moan leaving her lips as she bucked her hips. Her dick was already at full mast, the thick shaft twitching and already leaking a bit of precum. "Shit..~ Hey there viewers! Ah..~ gimme some donations and I'll start turning this bad boy up..!" She said. She continued to chat with her viewers as she started riding the sybian and turned on the vibrations, the intensity going up with the number of donations, her moans slowly starting to raise in pitch until an intense orgasm rocked her body, the oni practically squealing in delight as she came, her hips losing strength and her body falling backward a bit, her cock splattering cum onto her stomach in the process. The vibrator was still buzzing wildly inside of her as the door opened... revealing her post-orgasm state to her roommate, Juniper still too disoriented from her orgasm to fully realize that. (Your Character Continues From Here)

Starter 3(College professor found her OnlyFans): Juniper was, to put things simply, an awful student. She barely showed up, and when she did she smelled strong of weed. She was also quite the distraction, often purposefully using her phone on max volume to be a nuisance. There had even been many occasions of her just flat out insulting the professor. So, (Y/C) called her into their office, especially after accidentally stumbling upon Juniper's OnlyFans... and she showed her face quite often in the videos and pictures. Juniper showed up, smelling just a bit of weed as she gave (Y/C) a bit of an irritated look, her hands shoved into the pockets of her shorts. "What do you want? Are you still pissy about what I said like.. what.. a fucking week ago? Or can I go?" (Your Character Continues From Here)

Starter 4 (Girlfriend finds Juniper’s onlyfans and discovers she's a bottom): Juniper went through women like crazy, she'd mess around with them, maybe sleep with them a few times.. but it was getting boring, mostly because she was trying to force herself to be in control. Frankly, she thought she was just losing interest in the women she was seeing, but really... deep down she just wanted someone to take control. Not that she could accept that part of herself... even if she did often take orders on onlyfans, moaning like a whore for the camera as they told her exactly what to do for herself. And (Y/C), Juniper's current girlfriend, had stumbled across the account. It was a gold mine! The amount of nudes and videos was practically endless, but there seemed to be an ongoing theme. Despite Juniper always taking a bit of a dominant role.. there was not a single ounce of dominance in these videos. And, through watching them, one thing became clear.. Juniper wanted nothing more than to be dominated.. and so... after a bit of texting, hell, borderline sexting, Juniper found herself at (Y/C)'s doorstep. She was promptly let inside, Juniper already clearly aroused, a bit of a bulge under her skirt. "Mmf.. I'm here, just like you asked.." Juniper mumbled, stepping in close and grabbing one of (Y/C)'s wrists, clearly trying to take control already(despite running over the second was told to) as she leaned in for a kiss.

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M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

#anonymous #aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #he is... my BOYFRIEND !!!!!!!!!!!!!!#MY FUCKEN BOYFRIEND !!!!!!!! MY BABEYYYYYYYYYYY #eren fluff #eren smut

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allthemenofmydreams · 4 years ago

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Back Home with a Trophy & a Baby- Ben Chilwell

It was the week of the champions final, Ben was busy with training and some interviews. But in his free time at night, he would lie next to me and always lay his head on my growing belly and talk sweet words to our baby.

I was 8 months pregnant, and we still didn't know what sex our baby was. We wanted it to be a surprise, even though we were dying to know. When the team reached the Champions League final and found out that it would be played in Porto. Ben and I started having little arguments on whether or not I should attend the final. Due to my condition, I was not recommended to get on a plane, especially when you are at a stage where the baby could be born at any moment.

The day before he left we had another little talk. We still hadn't decided if I would attend the game or not. Although the doctor had given us green light for me to attend the game because everything was under control and it wasn't a long flight. According to him, the baby was going to stay in my belly for a couple more weeks, but Ben wasn't so sure. He feared that maybe I would start having contractions during the flight or, worse, that the baby would want to be born while he was at the game.

I was in the kitchen making dinner when he got home.

"I think you should stay," Ben said, placing a flight ticket and the game pass over the table. "I will be more relaxed if you stay, but I will also feel at ease knowing that you are in the stands supporting me, so... I let it up to you".

I walked and stood in front of him, placing my arms around his neck and playing with his hair. I looked him in the eyes and said

"I'm going to be fine, I mean we're going to be fine." I took his hand and placed it on my belly so he could feel the baby move.

Ben smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

"I know, I just can't help but worry about you two".

"How would you feel if I thought about it over the next few days, and let you know what I've decided?"

"I'm fine with that." He smiled and then said, "what's that smell?"

"Oh, I made your favorite food because I was craving it," He laughed and walked over to the stove to serve himself a plate.

"Let's have dinner then"

In the morning, Ben got up early for a final training session at Cobham before leaving for Portugal.

"Please, let me know what you decide Y/N, whether you go or stay¨ Ben said, taking his things and placing them in the back of the car.

I was in my pajamas standing in the door frame leading to our garage watching his movements. It was very early, but I had to say goodbye to him and wish him good luck because, whether I was going or not, it was very likely that I would see him after the game.

"We're staying, so don't worry. The baby and I want you to stay focused." Ben came over to me and kneeled, placing his hands and forehead on my belly.

"I'm going to get that win and bring that trophy home so when you grow up I can tell you about that great day."

Pregnancy hormones and Ben's words made me cry. He stood up and looked me in the eyes.

"I know I'm going to see you in a couple of days, but I don't want to leave without saying thank you"

"Thank you for what?" I asked, confused with my voice shaking from crying.

"For making me the luckiest man alive, because you are an extraordinary woman who is doing a great job with our baby. I can't wait to have him or her in our arms."Ben placed his hands on my cheeks and put his forehead on mine, "I love you so much Y/N, thank you for being my support, I don't know what I would do without you"

"I love you too Ben, thank you for all you have done for us, and for showing us not to give up and work on our dreams, I know you are a great team and you are going to win. I don't need to wish you good luck, because that victory is already yours." I gave him a soft and deep kiss. Whenever Ben plays away I get a little touchy, even though I know he'll be back in a day or two.

We hugged one more time before he got in the car and drove away.

I walked into the house and saw the tickets on the table. Even when I had told Ben that I would stay because I didn't want to worry him and needed him to keep the promise he had made to our baby before he left. I told the Footballer a little white lie.

The next day, I got dressed in comfortable clothes, grabbed my suitcase, and called an Uber to take me to the airport.

As we took off, I remembered that I hadn't told Ben about my change of plans. After a couple of hours, we landed, everything under control and the baby still in my belly. It was a safe and quiet flight and I slept through it. On the way to the hotel, I was thinking about how to communicate to Ben that I was not in London but Porto.

After checking into the hotel and settling into my room, I sent a message to Ben.

Y/N Babe, I need to tell u smth

He replied almost immediately.

Benjamin Please don't tell me the baby is born

I laughed at his worries.

Y/N Nop, baby still on my belly

Benjamin Phew! then what's it?

Y/N You won't believe me, but we're here

Benjamin Here? where? He didn't understand

Y/N Porto.

I replied straight to the point.

It's been 5 minutes since I told him I was in Portugal and he still doesn't answer my message. I don't know whether to worry. Maybe he got annoyed. A couple of minutes later my cell phone showed an incoming call from Ben, and as soon as I answered I heard his voice.

"It was that a joke y/n? because if it was..." I interrupted him.

"It wasn't a joke Ben, I'm here in Portugal. I'm at the hotel"

"Oh my god! you're such a liar, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I changed my mind at the last minute, everything went so fast that I forgot to tell you."

"I can't believe you did it... "

"Are you mad at me?" I asked out of the blue. I couldn't deal with the feeling of guilt for not telling him.

"What! no, I'm not mad. I'm actually glad you're here."

We kept talking for a little longer until we had to end the call because of his pre-match duties.

It's Saturday morning, game day. I sent a text to Ben wishing him good luck and that I would see him later to celebrate. Later I was already in the stands waiting for the game to start. The opening ceremony gave me goosebumps. It was unbelievable. I was glad I was at the game and didn't miss this special day; because I couldn't have lived knowing how everyone was talking about this special day and I didn't get to see it.

The teams took to the field and lined up in front of the sideline for the anthem once again. I noticed that Chelsea's number 21 was discreetly looking for me. When he found me, he signaled to let me know he had seen me. The signal was to run his hand through his hair, so the fans wouldn't go looking for the person he had waved at. Which made it a special moment between us.

The stadium erupted in cheers and celebrations when Kai scored the goal that gave us the lead. I screamed and celebrated as I had never done before. We were winning. A few minutes before the end of the first half, I felt a liquid running down my legs, had I peed?

In the bathroom, while wiping myself, I realized that it wasn't pee, but that my water had broken. I tried to stay calm and not panic; there was still halftime left to play. I took a deep breath, adjusted my dress, and went back to the stands.

The referee added 7 minutes. My nerves were clutching my stomach, plus the baby was also nervous because I could feel it moving. When the ref blew the final whistle I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, it was the longest 7 minutes of my life.

Everyone in the stands was celebrating, the boys and Ben were hugging each other. They couldn't believe it. I was so happy celebrating and watching the awards that for a moment I forgot my water had broken. It was a little pain that reminded me that the baby could be born at any moment.

When they allowed the families to enter the field, Ben came for me. The huge smile on his face and the medal around his neck made me emotional. As soon as he was near we hugged and both burst into tears. I was so proud of him, I still couldn't believe he was Champion of Europe.

"You did it!" I told him wiping the tears that were running down his cheeks "I told you you would be a champion, I am so proud of you".

"I still can't believe it, I'm over the moon," he smiled and kissed my temple "Thank you! Thank you for coming and being here with me"

"I couldn't miss this day for anything in the world"

"I'm glad you didn't miss it"

We continued celebrating until the guys went back to the locker room to get ready for the celebration party.

We had just arrived at the place when I started to feel stronger pains. I didn't want Ben to miss the party, so I tried to mask them with the breathing exercises I had been taught in my prenatal classes. But I couldn't take it anymore and doubled over in pain.

"Babe, you okay?" Ben asked, kneeling next to me. I shook my head.

"I think the baby is coming," I said, inhaling and exhaling. "at halftime my water broke".

"What? Why didn't you tell me before?" his voice sounded worried.

"Because... at that moment... it didn't hurt." my voice cracked in pain.

"We have to go to a hospital" he took out his cellphone and asked for an Uber to the nearest hospital.

When we arrived, the nurses attended to me quickly and took me to a room. They asked me a couple of questions, luckily they spoke English. Ben filled out the paperwork for my admission, while we waited for the doctor. As soon as he came in and checked me over and said.

"This baby is ready" what! but it was still a couple of weeks before I was due. "Get things ready for delivery and call the pediatrician."

All the nurses started moving quickly and I started to freak out.

"Calm down," Ben said, taking my hand and kissing me "It's going to be okay, I'm with you."

"Okay," the doctor said, "on my signal, you're going to push as hard as you can, okay?", I nodded.

"You can do it, sweetie, now it's your turn to bring our trophy into the world."

"Now!" the doctor said.

After pushing three or four times, I heard our baby cry.

"Congratulations! It's a boy," the doctor said. "Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?" he asked, looking at Ben, and Ben nodded. A nurse handed Ben a pair of scissors. Watching him cut the cord was the most beautiful moment.

As soon as it was cleaned up, they took the baby away to check that he was healthy and strong because he had been born a couple of weeks earlier. strong because he had been born a couple of weeks before.

"You did great Y/N," Ben said, kissing my lips "he is going to be fine".

Ben texted our family and the lads at Chelsea to let them know that everything had gone well and that the baby was healthy.

A couple of hours later a nurse came in with our little boy in her arms and handed him to me.

I couldn't believe that this little human being had come out of me.

"Look at him, he is as handsome as his daddy," said Ben next to me, I let out a little laugh.

"I know, he's going to be a little heartbreaker."

"I don't know which one of you two I should thank, but you have certainly made this day unforgettable" Ben's eyes were covered with a couple of tears, he was over the moon, "I'm a double champion, I won a title and a baby".

"Who knew you were going to come home with a trophy and a baby," I laughed.

Our baby was still very small but I did not doubt that he was a clone of Ben.

Since everything was under control and he was a healthy baby, the next day they let us go. So our little guy came out dressed in a Chelsea onesie that the team sent us, plus other essentials for Ben and I that we didn't have because it was all unexpected. They also sent us the baby seat so we could take him home.

We didn't know if taking a newborn on a plane was a good idea, but we couldn't stay longer in Portugal. Luckily, the doctor said there was no problem, as our baby was healthy and could handle a couple of hours on the plane. At the hospital they helped us with the paperwork so we didn't have any problems when we arrived in London.

I was glad we were going back to London with the rest of the team because then Ben could still celebrate with them. The kids and families watching us were excited, all wanting to meet little Ben.

"Congratulations, Dad," Mason said as soon as he saw his teammate.

"Thanks, buddy," they hugged. "Would you like to be his godfather?"

Mason smiled and said.

"No need to ask."

When we found out I was pregnant, we spent more time wondering who was going to be our baby's godfather rather than thinking about names. We both agreed it would be Mason since he was a close friend of both of ours.

As soon as we landed we went straight home. We wanted to rest and assimilate everything that had happened over the weekend. I was glad that our baby was born early because Ben was able to be present at the birth and enjoy our boy for a couple of days before he left for his international duties.

#ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell oneshot #ben chilwell one shot #football one shot #football fanfiction #ben chilwell fanfic #footballer imagine #football imagine #football fanfic #football oneshot

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iamvegorott · 4 years ago

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Veggie Ink Month Day 18: Black Cat

“Hey, Robbie, what are you up to?” Marvin asked, seeing the young ego sitting at the table with his coloring supplies and drawing away on a sheet of paper.

“Making ref...refer…” Robbie puffed out his cheeks and gave up. “Notes.”

“Notes? Notes about what?”

“Kitty.” Robbie giggled happily at that and pointed at his drawings to Marvin. “This happy kitty.” Robbie pointed at the drawing of a cat head with ears up and a smile. “This angry kitty.” Robbie pointed to the other drawing which had a cat head with it’s ears down and a frown on its face.

“Why are you taking kitty notes?” Marvin asked.

“Kitty under shed, gotta make sure we understand kitty.” Robbie nodded his head.

“You have a better understanding of emotions than half of the Ipliers.” Marvin muttered to himself, his eyes going wide when what Robbie actually said hit him. “Wait, kitty under shed?” He echoed.

“Yeah, little kitty.”

“Oh boy.” Marvin sighed. “Alright, I’ll go take care of kitty, you work on your notes.”

“Okay!” Robbie went straight back to drawing, working on ‘sad kitty’ as Marvin went to the back door, slipped on a jacket and stepped outside.

“Let’s build a tool shed, Marvy. It'll be safer, Marvy.” Marvin spoke in a mocking tone as he made his way out into the yard. “If this cat scratches me, I’m filing for a divorce.” Marvin crouched down in front of the shed and was greeted with a pair of bright green eyes. “Hi.”

“Mrw?” The cat meowed back and peeked its head out just a little, showing that it was a fully black cat.

“Yeah, come here, let me get a look at ya.” Marvin clicked his tongue and snapped his fingers.

“Mrrrw?” The cat held its meow out and slipped out fully, their paws caked in mud and ribs visible.

“A stray, great.” Marvin sighed, hoping that it was just a run away that he could call the owner of. “Hello there.” Marvin wasn’t expecting the cat to start rubbing its head against his leg. “At least they’re friendly.” Marvin barely touched the top of the cat’s head and the cat responded by loudly purring and trying to rub against Marvin’s hand. “Let’s see what you are.” Marvin gently poked the cat’s shoulder and the cat rolled over to its back, showing its belly. “Alright, my dude, let’s make a few calls and see if anyone wants a cat.” Marvin took out his phone and dialed Anti’s number.

“What’s up?” Anti greeted.

“You and Dark looking to get a cat?” Marvin asked, unconsciously running a hand along the cat’s back.

“Dude, we got Sparks, I don’t think bringing in a cat’s a good idea. And why are you asking if we want a cat? Did you find one?”

“Robbie found one under the shed and I don’t know if we should take in the little guy.” Marvin rocked back and was now sitting on his rear.

“Why not? Your house is plenty big and it’s not like you’re strapped for cash, none of us are.” Anti grunted and Marvin assumed that he was sitting and Sparks gave him a visit.

“I don’t know.”

“What, you worried about not being the only cat in the house?” Anti teased.

“Oh, shut up.” Marvin scoffed, not even realizing the cat was now in his lap and curled up. “What if the cat doesn’t like any of us? What if he tries to scratch Robbie?”

“It’s called training and telling Robbie not to pull the cat’s tail.”

“Can you train a cat?”

“You can train anything with enough treats. How do you think I convinced Dark to let us get Sparks?”

“Are you talking about training Sparks or Dark?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t want to know what kind of treats you were using for Dark.” Marvin chuckled.

“Marvin?” Marvin turned when he heard his name, seeing Chase standing behind him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to Anti about the cat I found and trying to figure out what to do with him.” Marvin said.

“You mean the cat that’s sleeping on you?”

“That cat that’s...oh?” Marvin looked down and saw that the cat was, in fact, sleeping on him.

“I think we’re taking in the cat.” Chase said, bending down to scoop up the cat, who just purred at him and nuzzled into his chest. “We don’t seem to be having a choice.” Chase held out a hand and Marvin took it, standing up and realizing that his pants were now covered in mud as well. “Looks like both kitties need a bath.”

“You can take care of the little Trickster and I’ll clean myself.”

“Trickster?”

“Testing out names.” Marvin shrugged.

“I like it.”

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heelwriting · 5 years ago

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Do You Have Any Denim?- Orange Cassidy

Fandom: Wrestling, AEW

Pairing: Orange Cassidy/unnamed OFC

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Words: 3,137

Summary: OFC is forced to be in a team with Orange Cassidy.

A/N: Hi, this is the first fanfic i post here, hope you like it!

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When she arrived to the venue that day everything was normal, she went to the board to see if she had a match on the card, she wasn’t positioned as high on the card as Britt or Riho but had earned a place on AEW.

Kenny was writing on the wall the last few matches, the ones that were taped for DARK.

“Is this a joke?”

She asked him after seeing her name on the board, he looked at her and smiled.

“It’s true, people seem to connect with you, we thought it was the right spot for you, just take the opportunity”

“Thank you, it’s not that, just the name besides mine, how do you expect me to work with him?”

“You’ll find a way”

She was left without any options, she had to team with Orange Cassidy, they were facing Penelope Ford and Kip Sabian, they were a cohesive unit, and them, well, she never crossed paths with him, never even talked to him.

She wanted to have a plan before going out so she went to search for him, she didn’t found him, she asked around and apparently he wasn’t there, even Chuck and Trent didn’t know where he was.

She was getting frustrated, all she could do was get her ring gear on, makeup and hair ready, and mentally prepare for the match. Hours passed and she was freaking out, they didn’t have anything planned, she never found Orange, it was all out of her hands.

It was time to go out, Penelope and Kip were already in the ring.

“Is he even here?”

She asked Kenny.

“He is, he always takes his time”

“My music is about to play, I swear I’m going…”

“Hey! About time”

Kenny said looking behind her, she turned to see him, in full gimmick, glasses on, hair slicked back, not a care to give.

He gave her a nod.

“Let’s do this baybee”

She could have sworn he winked behind the sunglasses, either way, her knees almost gave out after hearing him talk, it took her music to play for her to finally respond.

“Whatever”

She played it cool, gave him a cold look and went out, she received a good response from the crowd, but she wasn’t prepared to hear the pop of her partner, people were crazy to see Orange Cassidy and even if she felt jealous of his popularity, she was crazy for him too.

He went inside the ring and gave her a lazy fist bump, surprisingly he started the match with Kip, but soon she was tagged in, the match went well, they teamed up at the end, him hitting a springboard splash onto Kip on the outside, while she hit a swinging DDT on Penelope for the win.

He went inside the ring, slowly making his way to the center, the referee took their hands up in victory, she was still catching her breath, he talked to the ref and was given back his sunglasses, he put them on and walked towards her.

“Good job”

He said, then he took her hand and raised it, when her hand went down he didn’t let go of it, their eyes crossed for a second, ultimately he released her hand, he started walking to the ropes but then went back and looked at her again, taking his glasses off, he put them on her.

She tried no to look surprised by everything he did, but she was taken back by the little details.

He left her inside the ring and she watched as he went to take pictures with the fans, his music was playing as the tapings went to a close, Kenny, Cody and the Bucks went outside to have a moment with the public, she stayed for the segment, Orange did as well, he and Kenny shared a look and she was confused, but didn’t put much thought in it.

The rest of the week went as planned, well, except she couldn’t stop thinking about Orange, normally she didn’t look up her own matches but DARK aired and she had to see it to be sure it was all true and not a product of her imagination.

The next set of tapings arrived and she once again found herself looking at the board, this time Matt was writing.

“Hey, I was just about to write your name”

“I’m just in time then”

She said smiling.

“Yes”

Matt said, as he kept writing.

She realized what he had spelled, her name was beside Orange Cassidy's, again, only this time she was his valet, his, that was a strange word to phrased it.

“What? Again? Last time he almost didn’t show up”

She complained.

“That’s how he is, just relax and do your thing”

Matt said, trying to comfort her.

“I don’t know how to valet, not for him at least”

Matt stopped writing and turned around to see her.

“Oh come on, you guys have great chemistry, people loved to see you two together, Kenny thinks this will evolve into a regular pairing”

He explained.

“Regular? Oh God”

Her hands went to her face, she almost felt like fainting, he put a hand on her shoulder.

“Look, we tried to think what suits your character best and this seems to be the way, just run with it”

He said and then went back to writing on the wall.

All her bosses sounded the same, she took it to heart, she had to make this work, even if Cassidy, like this character, didn’t put much effort into their business relationship, and even if she could barely concentrate with him around, she still couldn’t believe she survived a match having him that close, probably watching her wrestle.

It was her curtain call, she knew he would be late, he appeared walking slowly towards her, hands in his pockets, hair wet and slicked back, he took out a hand and ran it through the strands of his hair.

“We meet again”

He said, a small smile plastered on his face, she nodded and looked away, trying to not look uncomfortable in her skinny jeans, heels and leather jacket combo, she preferred wrestling, being a valet made her feel like eye candy, and she didn’t feel like she fit that mold.

They waited for commercials to be over, it was almost their cue.

“Do you have any denim?”

She turned around surprised by his question.

“No, I don’t”

He rolled his eyes and then he took off his jacket, took out the sunglasses out of the pocket and he put them on.

“Take off your jacket”

Her eyebrows frowned.

“What?”

“Just do it”

She did as he said, too shocked but doing it anyway because they were next, she handed her jacket to one of the production people, Orange’s music started playing as he put his denim jacket over her shoulders.

“Much better”

He gave her a thumb up, and walked outside, she went a step behind, receiving the pop from the crowd first hand since she walked with him, she cheered him to a victory over Shawn Spears.

After the match, she went inside the ring to raise his hand, feeling shivers as their hands touched, he looked at her for a second too long, she felt the blushing on her face and then almost ran to the back, wanting to be as far away from him as she could, her feelings were clouding her judgment.

“It was in character” she told herself not wanting to raise her own expectations too high.

“Where is my bag?”

She said out loud in the locker-room, someone took her bag, she was thinking who could have done it, she was new but not new enough to be a prank.

“Dustin came for it earlier”

Leva Bates answered.

“Dustin?”

She was confused, she didn't have anything to do with him.

“Yes, Chuck Taylor”

“Thanks”

She ran and asked around for Dustin, someone saw him leaving for the parking lot, she ran and actually found him, Greg and Orange.

“Good, you're here”

Dustin said smiling, she was still catching her breath, her hands were forming fists.

“Why did you take my bag?”

Dustin looked at her, then at Orange and back at her, her arms crossed, there was a bit of panic between the Best Friends.

“You said she knew”

Dustin yelled at Orange.

“In my defense, she ran away before I could say anything”

Orange said.

“About what?”

She asked confused, Orange took a few steps forward, trying to appear more calmed, seeing she was upset.

“Ride with us to the hotel?”

“Oh”

Her arms got loose instead of crossed, she was taken back by his proposal, never thought she would be in that situation, one thing was being teammates in the ring, this was more personal.

“If you want to”

He added, seeing the gears turning in her head.

“Yeah we weren’t trying to ambush you or anything”

Greg said, trying to help their cause.

“I should have asked before, I’m sorry, but since we are teaming I thought we could spend some time together”

Orange said, his eyes soft, she couldn’t say no, she came to the realization that he was her weakness.

“You should have asked first, I was scared because my bags were not in the looker-room”

She was still a little upset.

“I’m sorry”

He said sincerely.

“Well, I guess I could go with you guys then, but never do that again”

She pointed at them with one finger, they nodded, not wanting to make the situation worse.

It was a nice trip, turns out they were lovely guys, she finally exchanged phone numbers with Orange, she didn't text him during the week but she found yourself thinking of doing it.

Another Wednesday arrived, she was excited to see him, only problem was, her bags ended up in the wrong flight.

“What do you mean in UK? I need them here tonight”

“I’m sorry ma’am, they will be here until tomorrow morning or we can send it to your home address, sorry for the inconvenience”

She wanted to scream, all her gear and street clothes were lost, for at least a day, she went to sit in the airport launch, when someone sat next to her.

“Hey, you ok?”

She recognized his voice, she waited the whole week to hear him, it wasn’t the best moment to greet him but she had no choice.

She breathed out, and looked at him.

“I need clothes, my bag won’t be here until tomorrow”

“Let’s go then”

He got up in a heartbeat, determined to help her, she was still on her sit, not much effort into getting up, Orange saw she had no intentions of moving so her took her hand and pulled her up, surprisingly easy.

He searched for the nearest mall and they went shopping, she told him what to look for, since he volunteered to help, stretch pants, sports bras, jeans, comfy clothes but wearable for tv. He disappeared for a few minutes but she wasn’t putting much attention to him, she wanted to get done with shopping and go to the venue.

“You need to buy this”

When she turned around, he was closer than she though, he didn’t have his sunglasses on, it was the first time she could really see his bright blue eyes, his black clothes making him look paler, his hair was dry so she could see how blond he really was.

Not much people were around, just the two of them, he wasn’t much taller than her, but it was a nice height difference, his eyes fixed on hers for a moment, she forced herself to look away, opting to see what he had brought.

A denim jacket, almost the same color as his ring attire.

“Really? Classic Orange right here”

She said laughing, he smiled at her.

“You know you can’t call me Orange all the time, right?”

She acted confused, they didn’t actually introduce themselves, so no names were established.

“Then, how should I call you?”

“Well, everyone calls me Jim”

Her eyebrows frowned.

“I’m not calling you Jim, I could call you Cassidy”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I guess that’s better”

She ended up getting the jacket to match with him and a few other items to serve as her ring gear for the night.

People noticed they arrived together, they didn’t really care what people thought but they certainly noticed the looks. Dustin and Greg where already reading the board, she had to team with them both, against Sadie Gibbs and TH2.

Chuck and Trent went outside first, Orange came out but noticed she didn’t, he came back for her, taking her hand and forcing her to go, not giving her the option of going back, she was nervous, the new look wasn’t even her choice and she was conscious about it.

“Come on, you look great”

He laced their fingers together and she took a breath, not only was she wearing new clothes but she had to ignore how natural it felt holding hands with him. She wore black leggings and a white merch t-shirt, it was a win in Orange’s eyes, well, he was biased, his face was on her chest.

The Best Friends separated the ring ropes for her to come in, it was a nice detail, they had become somewhat closer thanks to Cassidy. Orange was up to his usual stunts hitting Evans and Angelico with a crossbody, the finish saw her hit a hurracarrana to Sadie on the outside as Best Friends hit strong zero on Evans.

Suddenly she became very conscious of what would happen, Orange stayed in the middle of the ring while Chuck and Trent took a corner, she did the same, the thing is, they barely had touched, only the few times he took her hand, but not much was required when they were teaming.

Under his sunglasses, in the corner of his eye, she could see him watching her coming closer, she almost squinted her eyes, Chuck and Trent hugged his sides but she had to hug him from the front, the closeness to his body was the death for her, his scent was intoxicating, she didn’t want to let go, Orange’s hand held her waist for a few seconds before Best Friends broke the hug, she bit her lip nervously, that went well.

“Are you coming with us?”

Dustin asked her after the match.

“I don’t know”

They wanted to go have dinner and have a few drinks, she didn’t like having much people around.

“Jim is going to be there”

His voice high pitched as he said it, she hit his arm.

“Don’t manipulate me like that”

“You’re coming, right?”

She heard Cassidy’s voice coming behind them, she closed her eyes and breathed.

“Yes”

She said defeated, Dustin smiled mocking her.

“I knew you couldn’t say no”

Dustin said with a big grin, she huffed.

After they had dinner she went outside, she was feeling a bit left out, with so many people in there it got hectic.

Soon she was followed.

“Why are you outside? Its freezing and you don’t have a coat, you’re going to get sick”

Orange said, his eyebrows frowning watching as her arms were crossed hugging herself trying to shield from the cold night.

“I know, but I don’t have much option, I wasn’t feeling well, I needed fresh air and I don’t have clothes for this weather because my bag is not here, and I bought a jean jacket because someone said it was cool”

She said complaining, he scratched the back of his head, feeling a little guilty, he then rolled his eyes knowing what he had to do, he took her hand.

“Come on”

They walked to the rental van, and he opened the trunk taking a thick coat out of his suitcase, he handed it to her and then closed everything, he turned around looking at her, she had put it on, the sleeves were a little too long but it fit well and she was no longer freezing to death.

She was looking at the stars, he looked at her for a moment, his back against the van.

“Can I be honest with you?”

She looked around to see him, he seemed a bit off, almost nervous.

“Sure”

She said nonchalant.

“I asked Kenny to make us a team”

Her eyes went wide, not expecting to hear him say that, he had his eyes on her, he was observing her reaction cautiously.

“Really? But why?”

She asked, not understanding where this was going.

“I didn’t know how to talk to you”

“Well, we have talked”

She said, stating the obvious.

He watched the ground for a bit, moving his feet nervously.

“I know, but you kind of leave me without words”

He said, looking at her with a beautiful smile on his face, a hopeful smile.

“Oh”

She said with realization, she felt the same every time she saw him.

He took a step forward, his face a few inches from hers.

“There is just one thing that I need to do”

He put his hand over her cheek, they stared at each other eyes for a second before closing the distance, and as if asking for permission, his lips brushed against hers lightly, until she pushed the back of his neck taking him closer to her, their lips meeting in the middle, it was a slow and passionate kiss, his facial hair rubbing her skin, a feeling that she would come to love.

When they separated, he stared at her, still breathless.

“So… they said we'll be a regular pairing”

He said smiling, she did the same.

“Do you want us to be a regular pairing? But like… outside of AEW?”

He asked as he took her hand in his, waiting for an answer.

“Cassidy, are you asking me out?”

She was almost sure he meant it, but wanted to be sure, and partly said it just to tease him.

“Yes, so… would you?”

He asked.

“I would love that”

She answered, joy almost pouring out of her voice.

He smiled, then his lips meet hers, one of his hands going her waist, the other went to her face as he tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving inside of her mouth, his breath hot against her skin, there was no cold, her hands went to the back of his neck, trying to memorize every move he made.

Their breathless lunges hurried them to separate and get some air, they didn’t say anything for a while, just held each other close, their hearts beating fast, they had all the night, all the time to figure things out.

Originally posted on March 10, 2020

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alias-b · 5 years ago

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sins of my youth. 009

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Making some good headway with this fic so new chapter!! Revenge is a dish best served cold. Forgiveness is warm. Billy and Evie make some more progress. LONG chp! Enjoy!! TW: Student/teacher relationship. Sexual refs. Abuse warning. Gaslighting.

TAGLIST OPEN!! Chat with me about this couple :))

Chapter 9: Everything Is Blue

“How much did she want?” Heather asked, crossing into the bedroom with a giant bowl of popcorn.

“She heard my voice and said she’d do it for free after Billy gave her two hundred that night. I think we should still give her something.” Evie was sitting on Heather’s bed so her friend joined. Billy leaned back in the desk chair across the way, eyes flickering all over Heather's royal bedchamber.

“Told you I gave the money away.” He muttered.

“Where did the rest go? You got three hundred.” Popcorn crunched.

He looked down with this somber shrug.

“I gave Brock’s date a ride home. She was waiting for a taxi and, I don’t know, she looked scared.”

“His fourteen year old date.” Evie remarked. Poor girl. Probably took her just because he could get away with it.

“What!” Heather almost dropped the entire bowl. “What a disgusting-”

“Yeah.” Evie shook her head.

“I gave her the rest, felt like shit.” Billy finished, eyes meeting Evie’s when he looked up. She peered aside in a flash.

“So, Brock goes to church every Sunday if you can believe it with his parents and girlfriend. Her folks too since her dad’s the pastor. Usually gets out just after noon. People linger outside, you know, to catch up. I think that’s when you want to move in on the guy. Right in front of everyone before he can run off with his dick friends.” Heather offered the bowl to Evie so she could munch on some.

“It’ll work. Bubbles was all too excited to play actress.” Evie smiled, cocking her head so Billy would cross to eat with them. He sat on the end of the bed. Peeked at Heather before grabbing some popcorn.

“Tommy didn’t question why I asked for her number, he’s not a fan of Brock either anymore.” Billy licked his thumb. “Apparently, they figured he paid her and he got disqualified last minute. He gave Bubbles thirty just to show up so he’s broke now.”

“Tommy and Carol hate what you hate.” Heather rolled her eyes.

“That too.” Billy gestured and grabbed more popcorn, chewing. Weird to be sitting around like they were something close to friends. Revenge brought people together.

“If he sees us, he’ll know something’s up.” Evie spoke. “I don’t think Tannen sticks around after church though. Maybe we need someone in his circle to distract him long enough for Bubbles to make her move once everyone is out in the open. He’ll definitely run the second he sees her show up. She told me the outfit she was going to wear. Whew, it’ll be something.”

“Might be weird if I show up. I mean, our parents run in the same groups and they get along...but I make it obvious I hate him.”

“Turn him down a lot?” Billy pulled at his tee.

“Once a week, at least.” Heather reclined to think.

“Who else do we know that’s rich and unsuspecting?” Evie set the bowl aside, glancing around at Heather’s walls covered in cut out magazines. They looked at each at the same time.

“I got it!”

Both girls peered at Billy’s confused face before he appeared disgusted.

“Oh, no. Not him.”

“Time for you two to suck it up and get along.” Evie got up to grab Heather’s phone. “I think I remember his number.”

“...How’s that?” Billy's interest piqued.

“He’s been a gentleman and giving Evie rides to school when I can’t.” Heather saw Billy’s brow twitch at that. Smiled wider.

“Steve, hey.” Evie said into the phone. “Sorry, I’m calling from Heather's. I wanted to ask a favor, can you meet us here at her place?” A beat before she laughed. “Yeah, it's top secret.” Evie bit her lip and Billy huffed to himself. “Sure, see you in five.”

She hung up.

“On the way.”

“I’m still hungry, let’s order Chinese." Heather perked up. "I know what you like, Eve. Billy will get what I order and like it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Be back. My folks left money on the fridge.” She sat up to go. "We'll feast. It's a possible last supper."

“Extra spicy, please.” Evie grinned as Heather walked out. Leaving her and Billy alone there. Slowly, she came back to sit on the bed. “So.”

“You seem more excited about the revenge than I am now.” He leaned in to catch her eyes.

“Might be nice to see that asshole fall apart for ten seconds.” She shrugged, legs crossing to settle her hands in her lap.

“Hey,” Billy uttered even softer, one leg on the bed, “you’re still here with me.”

Eyes panned to meet.

“I am.” Evie almost seemed to realize it too.

“Why’s that?” A dry curl fell into his face. Billy searched her and Evie didn’t peer away.

“Already told you, my calendar’s open too.” Evie looked fluttered at him. Thought of confetti falling when Billy curved toward her. One hand pressed on the bed and Evie turned her head last minute.

“Hey, he got here quick. Food’s on the...way.” Heather paused with Steve Harrington behind her. Billy and Evie shot back from each other.

“Him?” Steve had flared, pushing his initial confusion aside. “Hell no.”

“Round two, Harrington?” Billy stood up. Revved.

“I am not sitting in a room with this asshole.” Steve shot back.

“Easy, easy. Let us explain.” Heather touched Steve’s chest.

Explaining didn’t help because Steve pounced on Billy before they’d even gotten to the revenge part. Knocked the broad boy off the bed into the carpet.

“Man, you’re sick!”

Billy was snarling under him. Not actually moving to hit back when Steve’s fist cocked.

“Stop it!” Evie grabbed Steve’s arm to pull him off. “Hey! We’re here to get Tannen back! Steve!”

He paused to look at her. Straddling Billy with one hand clutching his tee. Got shoved off. Heather rushed to pull Steve up with Evie. Billy stumbled backwards to his feet after.

“Trying to make it right.” He heaved out, palm smoothing his shirt.

“I spent a night in the fucking hospital because of you,” Steve seethed, “but bringing Evie into that shit? You had no right.”

“Not asking for forgiveness, I’m just-”

“You should be on your fucking knees begging her for it!” Steve burst out. Evie touched his shoulder again.

“Look, I haven’t...forgiven it."

"No, he's right. Evie." Billy sunk to his knees. The saturated colors of him glimmering there. Evie's brow jumped as he grabbed her hand. "I'm on my knees in front of Heather...and Heather's acquaintance."

Steve went flat.

"Asking forgiveness. I haven't earned it, but I'll stay here and beg for it." Billy's low baritone shook her knees. Big, bright eyes that melted her down. "Please, Evangeline."

"Jesus Christ." Steve's arms crossed, eyes rolling. Heather snickered to herself and Evie gave that usual scrunching look. The one that made Billy smile.

"Easy, boy. On your feet."

"As you wish." A smirk danced and Billy rose. Evie had to take a breath and compose herself, turning aside. Billy still had her hand so she snatched it to function again.

"I’m not letting him off. But, Tannen manipulated us both and I see that. I’m doing this for the other girls, he needs to be taken down a peg. Ignore Billy and his camp while we do this.” Evie reasoned, meeting Steve's eyes. Shoulders falling. “You can help us get him back.”

Steve looked between her and Billy.

“Okay.” He sighed. “Okay. I’ll help you out. What did you need me to do?”

“We might need some of that Keg King flare back.” Evie nudged him.

Steve laughed at that. A small sound as he scratched the back of his head.

“Might be able to fake it.”

** ** **

A plan was set. Strange still to be sitting around a diner table the next day with this group. Drinking cold beverages in the winter. Almost friends. Big question mark. Unlikely allies. Heather drove them out because her car was the least suspecting.

“How’re we doing on time?” Evie leaned over to see Billy’s wrist. Sipped a chocolate milkshake because she had a craving and plucked the shiny cherry up to put it between her teeth.

He was too busy watching that to tell time. Her tongue sliding over the juicy, artificial red of the fruit before she plucked the stem to chew.

“Hey, I’m just gonna guess that’s your friend.” Steve cocked his perfectly styled head in the direction of the window. Bubbles lingered there, unsure if she should come in. Coat pulled close over her dress and tights. Heavy makeup illuminated her entire face. Evie hopped up with a smile.

“Just in time.” She clicked out to grab the older woman’s hand and pull her inside. “I ordered you some fries, wanted you to eat something.” A basket full of hot gold was set down. Billy scooted over a chair so Bubbles could sit, smashing her cigarette out.

“You brought a cute friend, sweetie pie.” Came the happy rasp.

Billy lifted his head to beam and sunk when he saw her instead pinching Steve’s cheeks pink. Heather covered her lips giggling, but Steve liked it because for once, Billy wasn’t getting the attention.

“So, you wanna get this guy bad, huh?” Bubbles was reaching for the ketchup to feed herself. “Least Tommy was nice to me, not handsy like the others there.”

“Brock’s reputation is everything. We embarrass him in front of his people, that’ll burn. Really play it up.” Evie crossed her arms over the table.

“Oh, I know exactly what to do. Gimme a ring if it works. We’ll all want to disappear quick after. My car’s around back. Seemed like a fun gig. I always wanted to be an actress.” Bubbles gestured with a fry and bit into it.

“Here’s for helping us. Means a lot strangely.” Heather offered a couple bills.

“I like you kids. Sticking it to the man as they say.” A shrug followed. “I saw that man’s date. She looked like my daughter. We don’t speak anymore. Happy to help knock an asshole off the saddle.”

“Tannen’s eighteenth birthday was last week. They had this massive party at his dad’s biggest casino. Glad my parents already had plans or they would have made an appearance.” Heather made a face. “His girlfriend’s sweet, maybe she’ll dump his ass finally.”

“Almost showtime,” Steve perked, “look across the street.”

Bodies in their Sunday best. Rich folk meandering around the front doors. Expensive cars crossing.

“You’re up, Steve. Go bump into an old rival. Shoot the shit.” Evie gestured. “Bubbles will follow your cue. Get out of there once she’s close.”

“I hope your boy is ready for this.” Bubbles stood while Steve chuckled on the way out, fluffing his hair. Her bracelets and necklaces clicked together. Hands adjusting her bra crudely. A wink and she strutted out too.

“Let’s get better seats, ladies.” Billy lit a quick cigarette. Made his way out before Heather swiped it to puff too. Billy didn’t fight her on that. Evie trailed behind them. Eyes on the pastel crowds. Men in khaki and women playing a game of ‘my obnoxiously decorated hat is better than yours.

Frozen streets that made the bright colors even more annoying.

The trio hid around a building across the way. Leaning into a fire escape. Saw Steve swaggering like he was out for a Sunday stroll in the rich area of this town.

“Hey, Tannen, that you? Long time no see, man.” Steve cocked his head to flash that winning smile.

Brock covered his disinterest with one that matched.

“Stevie boy. Didn’t know you still hung around these parts.”

“Where else would I get my hair products?” Fingers swept his voluminous mane.

“Not like Hawkins has a lot to offer, I guess. I hear they’re building a fancy mall.”

“Should give us something to do this summer.” Steve shrugged.

“I missed my shot at you in those last few games.” Brock’s arms crossed. He touched his chest where the silver charm used to sit.

“Ah, yeah. Wasn’t for me anymore.” Steve’s brow quirked. Tannen’s girlfriend and his parents weren’t far behind. Making nice with the pastor.

“Hargrove said something similar. True about you guys?”

“Yeah, I heard some wild stuff about you though. Some tiff the football players like to reenact with that girl. Pretty one. You on the floor wailing, the details escaped me.” Steve laughed for effect and Brock joined him. Artificial overlapping sounds. “Well, so great to catch up.”

“Say hi to your old man for us. I know he’s busy with work and his secretary.” Brock’s lips lifted in an empty fashion. “Love to catch up with the folks. Especially when those college letters come in. We’ll be having a party or two to celebrate me getting into Stanford. Where all did you apply again?”

Steve’s smile faltered.

“Pshh. So many places.” Steve patted his back. “See you around, man. I’ll let our football team know I ran into you. You're their favorite subject.”

“Right.” Brock narrowed as Steve went around him. Tried to puff his chest out and intimidate. "Yeah, why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here?"

Steve hitched this breathless laugh and caught himself. Jesus fucking Christ. Instead he winked with a finger gun.

"I'm gonna do just that, Tannen. Don't ever change, ya hear?"

He went into the crowd, leaving Brock to feel great about himself.

The prick didn’t hear the peppy clicking.

Ruby red curtains parted somewhere. An overture bloomed. Show time.

“Brock, baby! It is you? Hey-a, honey pie.” Bubbles opened her animal print jacket to flash a bright pink ruched mini dress. “You didn’t forget about me, did ja? I can barely walk.”

She grabbed his face in front of everyone. Smacked a Barbie pink kiss into his mouth. Moaned.

“Oh, baby, I had such a great time last night. You’re an animal.”

Across the way, Evie was leaning into Heather to laugh. Barely able to stay upright. Brock reached into his mouth and pulled a wad of chewing gum out.

He hadn’t been chewing it a moment ago.

Frantic hands wiped his lips off.

“Evie, your new friend is my hero.” Heather cackled. Smacking at Steve’s chest when he appeared behind them. Bubbles was talking animatedly. Clinging as Brock tried to push her off and explain to his family behind him.

“Oh, his girlfriend’s about to blow. Look at her face. I feel almost bad now.” Evie shifted back to touch Billy’s arm. Blue eyes turned to see her nails. Painted a fresh rose red.

As if he felt it, Brock’s head snapped in their direction.

They all ducked behind a dumpster. Evie pressed into Billy’s side.

“He see us?” Heather muttered.

A commotion built as Bubbles flashed her wiles and clicked off. Practically skipping. Leaving Brock in a pastel lion’s den. Jesus himself wasn’t coming to save him.

“Don’t feel bad. It’s open season and Tannen’s not winter surviving material.” Billy remarked, peeking again. "Look at their parents. Fuck."

“We should jet, this guy’s about to explode.” Steve pulled them to stay down and race toward the other end of the alleyway. “The gum was genius.”

“I think his mom fainted into the pastor.” Heather laughed, unlocking her car.

“Let’s get out of here.” Evie stole the passenger seat, leaving Steve and Billy to glare at each other in back. “Let’s see him explain his way out of that.” She waved to Bubbles appearing down the block.

“You guys want to hit up a movie or something? There’s no way I’m going to sit at home after that.” Heather turned the key so they could go. Evie looked around. Smiled genuinely.

“Actually, that sounds great. I’d kill for some sour patch kids.” She was mid turn to see the boys before Steve jumped to attention. Eyes wide at something beyond the front windshield.

“Guys! Problem.” He reeled to point. A sleek black car screeched around the corner. Not bothered by the cold in his fury, Brock clicked the roof to come down and stood. Shouted something unintelligible.

“Ah, shit. Heather, go!” Evie gestured until their little silver car skidded to turn down the street. “Drive.” There was some yelling in the backseat as Billy was tossed into Steve. Having not put his seat belt on.

“Ack, get off me, you damn brick...” Steve shoved the puffing boy away. Forced Billy into the seat and pulled his belt over. Got smacked off so Billy could click it in.

“He’s following, Heather!”

“I’m trying! I’m not prepared for a race today.” She peeled out through an alley back to the road. “I’m not getting pulled over for this asshole!” Her cheeks flushed red like a pair of cherries. Whipping around the next corner with Tannen in hot pursuit, probably freezing because his roof was still down.

“Hey, hey, there!” Billy leaned in to grasp Heather’s seat.

“I’m not gonna make that.” Heather panicked at a soil truck backing up toward a garden being constructed. Ready to block the way.

“Wanna bet? Punch it.” He gripped tight as Heather’s poor car revved forth. Weaving between vehicles and behind the beeping truck. Evie idly grabbed Billy’s arm turning to see Brock on their tail.

No way he was going to make it.

Heather hit the brake to stop at the next red light. They all whirled to see him. Chickening out, Tannen’s car swerved to a hard stop. Bumming into the back of a rickety truck on its side. Scratching paint and denting metal in.

“Holy shit.” Steve gasped out. "Are we dead?"

Brock was still raging at them when the back of the truck burst open. Sending a pile of filth into his open expensive car. Billy about howled. The upset teen was buried until he had to spit it out of his mouth. Profanities whirling as the driver came around to scold him aimlessly.

“That's...manure…” Evie realized. More laughter echoed through the car. Heather turned back to follow traffic off. “We are dead, aren't we?”

“We’ll just look out for the jerk. He’s got brain cells in the negative.” Heather had replied, reaching to turn her Madonna tape on. Billy sat back with a groan.

“Oh, I love this one.” Steve spoke over him, earning a look. "With Brock in deep shit...literally, his dad will be on him. The team's gonna love this one."

They drove from the city. Left Brock Tannen to stew in his own mess.

“Did you see his face when he pulled that gum from his mouth?” Evie chattered still. “His parents are gonna have him on lock down. No credit cards. No dates. Nothing. It's beautiful.”

“You're hot when you’re plotting someone’s downfall and reaping the benefits.” Billy scooted to lean between the seats.

“Ugh, sit back.” Heather grimaced, switching lanes. Billy peered at Evie’s profile and reclined. “Movie offer is off, we almost died.”

“You guys think Tannen is scrubbing himself of shit right now?” Steve piped up. Billy actually gave a snort at his rival. Faces went flat as they glanced at each other.

“Might as well throw the damn car away.” He’d added. Steve smirked a little and stifled it. This is the guy who busted his face open a couple months ago.

“Probably trying to explain himself as we speak. I hope he likes being single.” Evie played with the zipper on her jacket. “Four of us didn’t make a half bad team.”

“Admit it, I’m growing on you. I pressed you into this, Angel.” Billy got sly. Stared and knew she felt his eyes. Another laugh with an inch of sarcasm.

“Hard pass. I'm the evil genius here.”

** ** **

Word spread about Brock Tannen’s mishap in front of the holy father. His retaliation hadn’t come, being in trouble with his rich parents. No one knew about the four who kick started it. But, the legend would live on.

Evie had more glowing news. She’d made it two weeks without eating foreign objects. There wasn’t an empty feeling, not yet.

Maybe it was an odd phase. And she could stop.

Because she was in control and could stop whenever she wanted. This wasn't a problem.

February started off even colder than January. All the snow that melted was back with a vengeance. Even the ponds and lakes in the area froze over. Stilled in wait.

“Your 18th birthday is at the end of this month.” Fredrick spoke while he set a plate down. Cheese and mushroom pasta. Evie thanked him quietly. Bowers seemed happier about the upcoming festivities than she did.

“Mom’s already planning a surprise party I’m not supposed to know about.” A giggle followed. Secret date Friday night, first day of the welcomed midwinter break. Evie wore a pretty dress with something lace underneath.

“I just wondered if you considered your options.” He even poured her white wine. Tall glass.

“Options?” A fire crackled in the living room. Hard sounds she felt in her bones somehow.

“You and I.” Fredrick went on. “If you wanted to go. Start our lives that we talked about. These dreams we had for months, we talked and now...it just feels so close.”

Evie almost dropped her fork. Saw his eyes dip to see.

“Sorry, it’s sudden. Ah, I can’t drop out of high school, you know. Didn’t we always talk about how important my education was?” She paused quicker. “But, I thought about it. Us.”

That was a lie. Not while Billy Hargrove was batting his lashes at her locker every day. Snapping at anyone who dared to speak down to her. Groveling. Joking like they might be friends. Flirting endlessly. Billy and those iridescent eyes ruining her with their glitter.

This game they played where she hid smiles until he walked away.

“No, you're right. It was foolish that I even pressed it. I shouldn’t hope for you to…ah, well.” He only smiled. “This summer. I could relocate and you could come with me. You'd like to get away, wouldn't you?”

“My mom and I have all these plans to get my music out.”

“You can still sing your songs with me, Evie. You know, your mother wouldn’t understand us if you came with me. I think it would be best for some distance. She’d have time to come around to the idea. Understand that you're happy with me. You are happy with me, aren't you?”

"Of course, I am. You put me back together."

Bowers loved that and sipped some wine. Evie stared at her plate and felt something well that took her appetite away.

“I love you," he professed, "I will marry you. Do this right. But, I’ve waited quite a long time, Evie. I hope you understand that.”

She brought her hand up to her cheek in a motion like she was comforting a baby. Something she'd picked up since eating these things she shouldn't have.

“I do. I…”

“And you’re always saying your mother doesn’t understand. She keeps things from you. I just hate to see her hurting you. Neglecting you. You deserve so much better.” Fredrick shook his head. Sighed like it was truly unfortunate.

Poor Evie with no one. No one, but him.

“She tries, she’s just hurting after the divorce. She’s not good at…”

"It feels like she doesn't even want you some days, isn't that what you said?"

"I was just mad at her over it all. We don't really fight." Her protest came out weak.

“Your father can’t even be bothered to call his amazing daughter. Can’t man up and explain. It breaks my heart.”

“My dad...loves me.” Evie said a little snippier than intended. Trying to convince herself too. Jack Fenny was always holding her. Kissing her forehead and rubbing her back. Protecting her from thunder storms. Evie sighed and blurted something else. “I kissed someone else.”

“What?” Bowers paused, lowering his fork.

“A boy. Well, he kissed me.”

“I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.” Fredrick offered that sweetly.

“He’s been a real jerk and I think he was just playing with me. But, now I think he was really trying to make it up to me."

"He forced you?"

"No, I kissed back and I didn’t tell you because it didn’t mean anything. It didn't.” She told herself that once a day thinking about it.

Billy’s moans into ruby gemstone lips. His hands under her shirt. Hot.

“Evie. It’s fine. You’re allowed to have those teenage experiences. Frankly, I’ve told you to be open. It’ll help us go unnoticed.” A beat. “Did you sleep with this person?”

“No."

"Do you want to?"

"No! Never.” She laughed, eyes elsewhere as if she’d also never thought of it.

As if she didn't think about Billy's fingers and his tongue and how he'd devour her. How he'd spell the word Angel between her spread thighs.

How wet it made her to consider it while she sat at the table with the god damn teacher she was fucking.

“I won’t be upset if you do.” Fredrick caught her eyes again. The pupils blew.

“No, I’m with you. It’s you and I. Like we planned.” She shook her head. A grin followed Fredrick’s lips. Pride. “We can talk about summer, I just think…we should do it carefully.”

“You’re right. I won’t push you. Can’t blame me for wanting you, Evie. You're like a drug.” His tone was more so unsettling.

She blushed there. Drank her full glass of wine down. Head spinning. Stood to cross and plucked up his glass to down it too. Fredrick watched. Pleased. Enchanted.

Then, she leaned down to kiss him. Hands on his face. Edging into his lap to tug so he'd take her to bed.

Bowers forgot his meal was there. Got up still kissing her to lead them off.

"I want you to fuck me." She asked like a grown woman. Lashes fluttering and flushed from the wine sloshing in her belly. His thumb pushed into her teeth. Faces close.

"Really asking for it, huh?"

One hard shove sent her into the bed. Evie felt drunk finally, wobbling to turn with her fingers smoothing over the cotton blankets. A neutral expression crossed her face. Eyes drew to an decorative plant in the corner.

It badly needed water. Once shiny green leaves drooped a dry brown. Poor thing.

Evie couldn't stop thinking about it.

Poor thing.

Weight shifted and he was over her. Whispering naughty things.

His shadow stretched until she was lost to it.

** ** **

Evie was home just before dark. Sore and holding her coat close. Walking down Cherry Lane, a car hood smacked shut. Billy peered up at her there, wiping his deft hands on a rag.

“Too cold to be working on your car.”

“My baby gets what she needs when she needs it.” He winked, tongue sweeping. Eyes scanned her outfit and this empty expression crossed. “Don’t need to ask where you’ve been.”

“No, you don’t.” Evie crossed her arms tighter until her coat sleeves rode up along her wrists. Watched Billy pull his cigarettes out to light one. Smoke puffed and he narrowed on her again.

“The fuck is that?” Billy was crossing, jerking Evie’s arm out to pull the sleeve down before she could react. A chill seeped. Violet and rose flower petal like bruises on her forearm and wrists. Splotchy and discolored already. “He do that to you?”

“I didn’t even notice it.” She yanked away. “It’s nothing.”

“Gets rough in the sack. Trying new things because he has a bouncy, cool girl. Or one who acts the part. It's not you, Evie.” Billy inhaled to flick his ashes.

She didn’t move. Just stared at his eyes. Wondered if Billy thought less of her. She hoped he didn't.

“Plenty of people like it rough.” Evie scoffed. “He worries about me when I leave.”

“He worries you might spill the truth to someone. Grabs to make the point. And it sticks long after. Literally.”

Evie blinked. Went around him.

“See you later.”

“You bet.” Billy turned and watched her before leaning against his car. Evie snuck in and heard her mother’s chattering into the phone. More ice up her spine with the low tone.

“Yes, I got it. I don’t want your money, Jack. I told you. Leave us alone.”

“Mom?” Evie gasped it, hurrying into the kitchen to see her mother slam the phone down. Crumbing a letter in her dainty fingers. “Was that dad?”

“No, baby, just calling your aunts to let them know I’m headed out.”

“But, I heard you. I heard you say his name.” Evie pressed. “Did he ask to talk to me?”

“Evie, it was nothing, baby.” Mona hurried around her to toss the envelope into the fire. “Make sure this goes out before you go to sleep tonight. I left money on the fridge and we’re stocked up for the week. Salon will be fine and call if they think they need some extra hands.”

“Mom, I know that was dad. Why are you lying to me?”

“Evie, I’m not going to discuss this. I’m already late to the airport. My taxi’s pulling up.”

“No! Tell me the truth. What’s going on?” Evie had her mother’s luggage so Mona pulled for it. Yanking her daughter to the door. “Mom!” She hated that tears burned her eyes. “Stop lying to me! What’s going on with dad?”

“He doesn’t want us, Evie!” Mona huffed like it truly pained. And it did. “We just have to be fine with that. Sometimes, the Lord tests us. We endure.”

“So, we just don’t talk about it?” Evie tugged again. Flaring up. "We don't talk about anything that isn't pretty!"

“Your daddy was a godless man!" Mona burst. "I won’t let him hurt you ever again.”

“Again?”

“Evie, I’m late, baby, I love you. Don’t do this.” Mona pulled her bag free and grabbed her coat. Clicking down the stairs.

“My father loves me!” Evie called after her, stepping onto the porch. Mona’s shoulder rose as she crossed down and ignored it. Got into the taxi as fast as she could so they skidded off.

Evie puffed there. Wiped her sleeves on her wet cheeks.

“Evie?” Max had joined Billy on the sidewalk. Conversation disrupted by the drama at the Fenny house. Evie exhaled cold and blinked until her makeup started to run. Sniffling. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah, fine.” She saw Billy step toward her and scurried back inside. Listened to the fire crackle some and went to her room. Unable to breathe right, hands felt around the bookcase. All the trinkets waiting.

She thought of Fredrick and his hands squeezing. In bed. Ropes. All the fucking orders he coos in her ear. Her head spinning and it's not enough to take her away. Not enough for her to dream deeper. Those hands. Yanking as she’s trying to leave to warn her against letting their secret out.

But, he loved her too much. That's all. Emotional repetition.

Thought of Mona unable to look at her so often. Unable to notice her unraveling and speak of it. Paint a happy face.

Thought of lightning cracking to underscore a boom of weighty thunder. Palms on her legs.

Not that kind of girl.

Evie covered her ears.

“Stop crying!” She wept with trembling lips. Too many hands roamed her body in darkness. Voices soothed her ears and only made it worse. She stood there patting her cheek, trying to console herself.

Evie plucked up a tiny padlock shaped in a heart. Something you’d clasp your secret diary with. Pushed it into her tongue. Palms flattened on the wall as she tried to swallow. Choked the rust taste down until she was gasping. The lump sunk lower.

Breathing slow.

In control of her thoughts and emotions again.

Evangeline wondered just what kind of girl she was.

** ** **

“Were they fighting?” Max had turned back to Billy leaning into his car. The cigarette smashed under his boot. An aimless shrug followed as the sky began to darken. Eyes fixed on were Evie disappeared to. Streetlights flipped on.

Smoke edged out Billy’s lips before he popped a mint. Woke his senses up.

Max peered at him in a winter coat that was too big for her. Looked like a marshmallow on fire with her red hair.

“You should go check…” She craned to listen for a raspy squeaking under the cold wind. “Hey. Do you hear that?”

“What?” Billy came off his car as she went to the back wheel.

“That crying.”

“Crying?” Billy turned, earring dangling to hear it. “What the hell?”

“Look, it’s…”

“A fucking huge rat trapped in my… Get out of there, you little shit.” He reached over the wheel and grasped trembling fur. Not caring if it bit him.

“Careful.” Max actually laughed at him grunting. Pulling a squirmy ball of matted fluff out to let it dangle there. “It’s not a rat! It's-"

"Ugly."

"It’s a scared kitten.”

“Feral thing. It’s just cold and hungry.” Billy watched the nubby paws flail around. It spat a grumpy hiss at him. “Probably lost its mom.”

Max went quiet at that. Billy sighed. Actually looked softer and cradled a dirty grey kitten close to his leather coat. Looking around.

“Little shit.” He broke while it chewed on his thumb. Round head and hungry, little body. Bright blue eyes.

“It’s a sign. Go give it to Evie.” The redhead smiled there. "She misses Bourbon.”

“Max, that’s...ah, a good idea.” He stood taller. Made a face. “When did you wise up?”

“Always been smart, you just never noticed.” She grew cheeky. “Don’t come home until Evie feels better.”

Max turned to go back up to the house. Billy exhaled at her, crossed around with the squirming beast. Thumb rubbing soothing circles into it.

"Look cute and friendly for a second, I want this girl to like me." Billy joked to the kitten, practicing a line to himself with a grin. "Hey, Angel, this cat's been on a journey to find you and I'm just getting it home. I am your destiny."

Three knocks. Some shuffling followed before the door cracked. Evie’s face was splotchy. She’d changed into a burnt orange sweater and black leggings.

Billy forgot all his lines.

“What-?” Evie didn’t have time to react before he was pushing a ball of fur at her chest.

“Here.” He gruffed. “Found it hiding in my car. Smells like exhaust.”

A raspy meow followed.

Evie stammered a few words he couldn’t even piece together. Eyes bulging at the squeaky thing he’d just shoved at her. Hands scrambled to take it.

“You lost your cat, we figured this one needed a home with someone batshit for cats. Know anyone?” Billy let her gape at him. Blinking several times, Evie tried to speak.

“I, uh...uh, okay. I guess I could...could…” She melted looking at it. "Aww..."

“Already likes you.” Billy watched the thing curl up and slow blink at its new mother. Evie sagged, licked her lips to marvel. Words came.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Wouldn’t have made it much longer out here without its mom.” He looked at the empty swing on their porch. They had one in California. His mom liked to sit on it and hum. On good days. “Mona leaving for the week?”

“Yeah, seeing her older sisters in New Orleans. It’s just me until next Sunday.” Evie was beaming at the kitten. Comforting it. “Poor thing needs a bath, it’s covered in grease.”

“Well, just don’t give it a stupid name like Cherry because we found it on Cherry Lane.” He paused, joking. “Or Camaro. Won't hurt my pride.”

Billy was turning to go down the steps. Evie bit her lip. Smiled softer.

“What about Blue?” She observed the kitten. “It’s a little girl.”

“Blue?” Billy laughed and peered back at her.

“For the color of your car. And her eyes.” And your eyes.

A grin crossed Billy’s lips.

“Not terrible.” He shrugged, leaving.

“Billy.” Evie stepped out onto the welcome mat. Saw him pause there against a sea of white. Illuminated. Obscene. Beautiful boy. “Did...you maybe want to help me get her set up? I was thinking of ordering pizza and heating some apple cider.”

“With caramel?”

“Obviously.” She shrugged. “If you wanted to come in…”

“Is this you forgiving me?”

“I’ll let you think I am.” Evie rolled her eyes and turned with Blue content in her arms. Billy flashed his teeth. Climbed the steps to follow after. Shut the door behind him.

** ** **

“I know, baby, I know.” Evie was washing dirt and grease from the squeaky creature’s fluff. “Poor thing. Hiding in that loud, scary car.”

“My car was its safe haven.” Billy had the phone pressed into his shoulder.

“Loud, scary machine.” She continued, amused. Let him finish the order and hang up.

“Extra cheese and pepperoni fine with you?” Billy crossed to the kitchen sink where Evie settled a tiny makeshift cat bath in.

“Sounds amazing. I didn’t eat much today…” She trailed off. Caught Billy’s eyes on her bruised arms again with her sweater pulled up. “He doesn’t hurt me. He’s just scared.”

“Men hurt worse when they’re scared.” Was all Billy said. Evie frowned, plucking up the wet kitten to bundle it in a towel.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” She continued. Cheeks fresh with strawberries. Lips upturned. Calmer while she nurtured it. Billy took note.

“Were you fighting with your mom?” He asked. Evie barely glanced at him.

“Not from my mom’s point of view.” Her head shook. “My...My dad called. I heard her telling him not to.” Evie’s eyes lifted. “How many times has he tried to call before? Has he even asked about me?”

“You get along with your dad?”

“He was gone a lot for work business, but we were close. Closer than my mom and I even. He was...really kind and affectionate. Always buying me things. Bringing little gifts home from his long work trips. I used to think he and my mom had this perfect marriage. Something out of an old sitcom.”

Evie didn’t like to touch these things. Especially not in front of others. But, Billy Hargrove was looking at her. Staring pointedly and unashamed. Something admirable there even if he liked to deflect from himself.

“I’m not sure now if my parents ever loved each other.” Billy had replied. Offering a sliver of himself to ease her pain. “Not sure if dad loves Susan either. But, she’ll do anything for him. I think he loves that. My mom stopped playing that game.”

Evie felt this ocean within her heart roll softly upon a shore. Echoing distant calls.

“Hey, that thing is almost cute now.” Billy’s quip made her snort. Huge, alien eyes blinked up at them.

“Probably just barely weaned off its mother. Little runt. I have some soft canned food for now until I can get to the store. Hope you’re okay with Bourbon’s smell in the house still.” Evie cradled the cat and reached into a cupboard. “Let’s get you set up in my room. Shall we?”

Billy perked as she looked to him.

“Pizza should be here when I’m done...did you want to pick a movie or something?” Hesitation had her feet shuffling. He could leave.

They seemed to both consider it. Why they were still here. Meeting each other halfway. Did it matter?

People can surprise you. All you can do is let them.

“What’d you have? Dolly’s collection.” He smiled at her expression there.

“Only on mom’s display. C’mere. Bottom shelf. Be amazed.” She cleared her throat as Billy entered the bedroom behind her. Neared one of the many bookshelves. This one covered in novels and VHS tapes. Evie set up a litter box and found some toys that hadn’t gotten much use. Let the kitten roam her bed and squeak. “Well?”

“I’m impressed with the selection. Carpenter, Craven, De Palma, Hooper… What’s a nice girl like you doing with all of Argento’s flicks?”

“Enjoying every minute.” She knelt down by Billy as he plucked up a tape, laughing.

“Evangeline Fenny owns The Slumber Party Massacre?”

“I love a shitty dumpster fire of a movie that can make fun of its own genre. And it was directed by a woman.”

“No way,” Billy turned it over, “jesus.” He pushed it back. “Sleepaway Camp, Carrie, Black Christmas, The Funhouse, Phantom of the Paradise. How about a classic... Michael or Leatherface?”

“Myers.”

“Leatherface is way better.” Billy grabbed Halloween.

“Psssh.” Evie plucked Blue up. “He can act like he is.” They went into the living room, paid for the food, and got set up. Movie, warm apple cider, and pizza. Not a date. Just a hang out. Plus the cat. Blue wandered the top of the sofa and tried to play with Billy’s curls.

“Hey, I saved your life, rat.” He leaned forward to bite into a gooey slice. Licking the grease from his lips. Evie giggled at him as the movie started. Technicolor and firelight bathed the dim room. Crackling peacefully.

Evie peered at Billy again, dressed down in a fitted black tee and jeans. She curled her sock clad feet up on the couch. Sighed.

“Is there anything pizza can’t solve?”

“My experience, sex solves whatever’s left.” Billy spoke around a mouthful of food. Earned himself a scowl.

“You pig.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” he swallowed, wiping his mouth on a napkin, “you do this with the teacher?”

“Still prying.” Evie picked at some crust and went for another slice. “He makes me these fancy dinners. Wine and all. We watch mind numbing old movies. Most of them are three hours long about some boring old guy or they’re a documentary.”

“And that turns you on?”

“No, but Fredrick admires my mind, I like that. He asks me my opinion on things. That’s how we got closer. Through shared books.”

“Until he started prying into your home life and then your skirts.” Billy paused. “He liquors you up?”

“Not really, but sometimes it helps when we have sex.”

“Helps?” Billy set his plate down after four slices. One hand came back around the couch, neared Evie’s hair. Blue stumbled into his denim clad lap to get comfortable. “Does it hurt or something?”

“I don’t know, sometimes I can’t relax.”

“And he still has sex with you.”

“It’s not a big deal, Billy. I like sex.” Evie turned, speaking over the haunting instrumental on screen. Michael Myers stalking his prey. “It’s not like he popped my cherry or anything. He’s been there for me and I was his confidante too. We have things in common. He just got out of a bad relationship.”

“Yeah, and now he’s collecting on that. Listening to you.” Billy shrugged, reached to pat the kitten in his lap. Evie pressed her lips at the scene, shoulders sagging.

“It feels good with him. I do...feel safe after. Ever been with someone who makes you feel safe?”

There was a lingering beat of them staring. Eyes twinkled while the fire became tangerine embers.

“No, I can’t say that I have.” Billy scooped up the kitten, heard it chirp before he offered it to Evie. Scooting just a little closer to her while Blue got settled again. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“You’re still here with me.” He smirked, staring at the TV.

“You’re running out of lines, heard that before.” Evie drew closer of her own accord. Felt Billy go impossibly still when her head tipped to his chest. A bold move on her part.

“Just a reminder.” He breathed slow. “What else is there to know about you, Evangeline?”

“Gotta ask questions.” She mused and became too serious. “Who are your favorite female role models?”

“What?” Billy chuckled, touching her curls.

“Mine are Gloria Steinem, Linda Marchiano, Katherine Johnson, and Sacheen Littlefeather. Oh, and Maya Angelou and-”

“Stevie Nicks?”

“Duh.”

“I was hoping this would be some easy questions. Like tell me about your favorite pornstar or the biggest dick you've ever seen?”

Her head came up.

"I'm looking at it right now." Evie's leveled tone had Billy bursting with laughter. She went down again. Pride built because he cackled as hard as he did.

"Okay, I back flipped my dumb ass into that one. Fuck." A finger wiped his eyes.

She felt him illuminate. Why was everything he did breathtaking? It felt almost unfair.

“Billy Hargrove can’t name a woman.” Evie sat up again, amused at his flat expression.

“Joan Jett and Debbie Harry and Etta-”

“You’re so trying to win me over with musicians.” She poked his chest and settled down against him. Tucked in.

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.” She smiled into his chest, inhaling that cologne he liked to bathe in. Aramis. Billy felt her grin and sucked in his cheeks. They continued watching for all of five minutes.

Evie shot up again to face him. Billy near shrunk at the staring.

“Do I have something on my face?” His brow rose.

“Okay, I’m asking it because I can't settle.” Evie touched her lips and narrowed. Blue cradled close with one hand while the other lifted to point. “I asked it before so don’t have a cow about it-”

“No, I don’t think we look funny together. That’s all you, babe.”

She deflated, hand dropping.

“How’d you know I was gonna say that?”

“You worry too much.” Billy spied the TV briefly. Peered back at Evie.

“I see the pretty girls you date, it’s hard not to think about it. You’re here, but are you here because you actually like me? Or is this some weird guilt thing set up from the lies you told earlier.” Evie batted her lashes.

“We have a week off of school and I’m eating pizza and watching a horror flick in the Fenny living room.” Billy’s head cocked while he explained. “Yeah. I lied. But, I like hanging out with you. Sue me.”

“This isn’t some weird conquest, is it?” She watched Billy scoff and shake his head before she shrugging. Voice growing lush. “Do you like my stomach?” He chuckled again, flicking golden hair aside before he drew his fingertips up her side. Earned a shiver.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” He said. Those fingers brushed her chin. “I’m still here with you. I still like it. Do you like it?” He licked his lips. Evie studied him and slowly came down. Nestled into his chest to consider it.

A small syllable.

“Yes.”

Billy’s arm shifted to rest upon her. Palm grazing her hip. Evie blushed. Wondering how his fingers would feel wandering between her thighs again. A burning chill pricked her skin. Billy inhaled that amber scent she was known for. Sighed. Thought about tracing her lips. Thought of her mouth on his neck. And then lower.

Fuck. Not now. Billy tried to breathe again.

“Billy?” Evie piped up after the lengthy beat.

“Yeah?” He shivered. Acutely aware of Evie’s body heat and beating heart against his frame. Her legs pressed into his thigh. Curled into him comfortably with Blue now snoring.

“I forgive you.”

A weight lifted off them both.

When he was dead silent, she went on.

“I called Bubbles, you know, to check on her after the whole Brock thing. Couldn’t stop laughing. She told me about that night. You punching him and the money. I know you’ve been trying to make it right and you don’t even have to. She said she saw you pull up and check on Brock’s date after looking for me. And I...I did really want to go to that motel with you. I haven’t had a night like that with a boy in… Well, never. Maybe we're not supposed to hang out, but it's stupid cause I like it-”

Billy cupped her chin and brought their lips together without ceremony. The intensity of a supernova charged his veins. Evie felt it too.

Blue scrambled up and pounced off them to the carpet. Away from Billy pawing for more of Evie. Until hands slid up his hard chest. Tasted the salt on his lips while she threaded fingers into his curls. A salted, caramel kiss from the cider. He roamed her body, unabashed.

Too many sensations. Stars busting. Waves hitting a rocky shore. Absolute fireworks exploding against a sapphire sky.

All those things that made a fairy tale magical. Happening in perfect sync.

Evie didn't shy as he touched her. Squeezed. Lips on her neck and back to her mouth.

Desire had her dancing in an endless dream.

“Billy…” Evie kissed him again. Deepened it all on her own. Pushed Billy back into the couch which earned a sound that was truly entertained. Enthralled.

Yes, she wanted him. It almost felt like she needed him and that didn't jar her one bit.

A hand palmed her bottom then tugged at her shirt. She heaved to come up. Blinking some awareness back.

“Let’s go to your room.” Billy came up for more. Fingers tucked hair aside. He nipped at her lip and Evie gasped.

“We can’t...I can’t. I’m still. I’m with him. I can’t be…” She slid off. Left Billy breathless there puffing. Throbbing. His pants already had the tiniest wet spot.

“But, you want to?” He shoved up. All fluttered. “It’s okay if you don’t.”

Evie curled herself into the smallest ball she could. Faced elsewhere.

“Yes.” She strained. Hugging herself close. “It’s not that I’m still mad. Fredrick even said I could… But, I know he doesn’t mean it. He’ll get upset and freak out thinking I told someone. He broke things off with me after summer and I never told anyone, but I know...he might have been just seeing if I’d come back. And I did.”

It seemed to hit her for the first time.

"I'm sleeping with my fucking teacher. Oh fuck."

“He’ll leave more bruises on you?” Billy stilled as she snapped to see him with glossy eyes. Face scrunching.

“I like it when he’s rough.”

“Because it helps you go somewhere else in your mind.” Billy huffed, leaning in. “When my dad… When he… Sometimes I like it when it’s hard. Because I press into walls and pretend I can sink into them.”

Evie thought of Fredrick and how he complained about her way of sleeping.

“He helped me and I helped him." A crack. "No one's ever gonna love me like he does."

He leaned in with intensity building.

"If he told you that, Evie, he doesn't love you." Billy uttered that too inordinate in sweetness. She almost shattered.

"He’s taught me things. He wants me... He sees a future and I think I can’t turn away from that.” She whimpered pitifully.

“Only thing he’s teaching you is how to give in and hate yourself quieter.” A cord struck so Billy eased it. “I’m not trying to make you feel like shit. You need to hear this.”

“He wants me, just me.”

“He wants his image of you! Does he tie you up? Some of those look like rope burns, Evie.” Billy slid in and grasped one hand.

She wiggled and didn’t pull away. Saw Billy’s eyes.

“Adults are supposed to fucking help us. Maybe he did at first, but he crossed a line with you because he couldn’t keep his weird fantasies in check. Of course he taught you things, you’re young..."

"It doesn't matter."

"All of it matters. What, does he liquor you up and make you watch porn? Point and ask why you can’t be more like those girls crying on screen because they’re moaning and sobbing and being pushed past their limits.”

“He says he loves me and he's proud of me. I like making him happy.” Evie made an odd shuddering sound. Lips pressing before something fractured distantly. “I can’t just leave him. I love him too, but-”

“But, what? There’s no such thing as an ‘I love you, but’…”

“I’m scared, Billy, and I’m so stupid.” Evie buried her face in her knees when the pressure built. Lost it.

Cried there in front of him. Hating herself for being so fragile and weak. It jarred Billy to see Evie Fenny truly hurt and terrified of this relationship she mooned over so often.

Trauma twisted you like fresh snow covering what was there before. Frozen solid to hide it with something that shimmered.

Arms lifted to bring her into his chest. Evie resisted on instinct and then melted down. Sobbed into his tee. Wet the soft fabric. Clung. Listened to Billy’s heart race.

“I don’t know what to do, he keeps talking about the future. Whisking me away and marrying me, I thought I wanted that. I’m supposed to, but I don’t.” Evie pushed up to wipe her red eyes. “He doesn’t even care about my music, he wants me to be a housewife. I can’t even fucking make descent pasta.”

She laughed bitterly at that.

“Fredrick wants all these kids and I don’t. I'm...I'm still a kid. Fuck, I..." Felt like she only just realized that too. "I don’t even have myself together, how could I put another kid like me into the world? And what if I get old and he finds another young girl with issues, huh, what happens then? I know it's all fucked, I do, but I can't stop it.”

“Evie, hey, look at me.” Billy was trying to cup her face. Met with more resistance as she couldn’t stomach looking him in the eye while crying. Evie backed out and wiped her face again. Swallowed the empty lumps in her throat. Tremoring. “You gotta leave this guy. He’s gonna get worse. You’re fucking shaking.”

“...I know.” She squeaked. “Sometimes I feel like I might shatter if I disappoint him. Have you ever felt like that?”

"Yeah. And I shattered anyway."

Billy Hargrove stopped dead. Displayed this blaring vulnerability that was miraculous on him.

Saw a girl in clear, ruby red danger.

"I'm just so tired, Billy, I never thought I'd be so tired at seventeen." Evie started to cling again and he let her. Fingers pulling for more of him and so he offered more in return. Tucked Evie under his chin. Still here with her.

Frankly, neither of them worried about that any longer.

“My mom didn’t leave my dad when she should have. Not early enough. He messed her up pretty bad. She had a lot of problems she never got over.” Billy cracked through the layers of volcanic rock hardened around his heart. She shifted to see him there. One finger drew the tears from her cheeks. Evie searched his eyes. Flickering. No longer hearing the screams on screen behind them.

“What happened to her, Billy?” She saw this star fall behind his eyes and wished she could have caught it.

Billy pulled her in closer until they were lying together. His mouth pressed into dark ringlets to murmur. Inhaling all the heat in her perfume. Honey amber.

“She died.” His lips cast too gentle syllables. Evie held him back. Tangled bodies.

Souls locking together without fear among dwindling embers.

"And I don't want you to die too."

~~~~~~~~

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lovehugsandcandy · 5 years ago

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One-on-One (ColtxMC, n*fw)

A/N: So the incomparable @omgjasminesimone has been keeping us FED rn (thank you, you are AMAZING) and then I saw there was a ColtxMC prompt she couldn’t fill (and I completely understand why) and...well....I hate to see my Colt stans go hungry. This is the AU scenario for “I’m a cheerleader, and you play basketball for the rival school. We’ve never spoken, but when you smile and wink at me like that I have a very hard time remembering not to cheer for you.” Anon, this is n*fw but, if that’s not your thing, lmk and I can easily cut that part out.

Length: ~3,500 words (why can’t I write something short, why why why?)

Rating: N*FW (Sex. Swearing. Fighting. Blood. Stupidity.)

Pairing: Colt x MC, RoD

Summary: Ellie cheers for the Langston basketball team, wholly focused on supporting them....right?

“I’ll be right back, I swear.”

“I can’t believe you-” The swinging doors cut Ingrid off as Ellie hustled out of the Langston basketball court. They had thirty minutes until the game started; the least she could do was get some studying done.

The opposing team filed past her as she rushed by, fresh off the bus and heading to their locker room. A few of the guys gave her the eye-God, she hated how short these skirts were- but she ignored them, ducking into the tiny room the Langston cheerleaders had commandeered as their own, quickly nabbing her textbook from her locker.

When she emerged, chiding herself to return the book clutched to her chest before the game began, the hallway was empty except for one lone player, slowly making his way up the hall, eyes glued to his phone. The basketball jersey revealed very toned arms, but he didn’t even see her until he almost walked into her.

“Excuse you.” He looked up and Ellie froze as intense eyes widened above sculpted cheekbones. Her heart beat faster as he sized her up, smirking. “Quantum Mechanics. Really.”

“What?” Her eyes narrowed. Well, he was cute...before he spoke. “You think cheerleaders are all dumb or something?”

“You said it, sweetheart, not me.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, your sport is clapping for other people while they do sports,” he scoffed. “I’m not sure that intelligence-”

“I will have you know that cheerleading is physically demanding and mentally taxing.”

He raised his arms, palms up, placating her with a nod. “I’m not saying it isn’t. Christ, I’m not blind. I know how hard it is. I just think that, with all the talent and hard work, you all would realize that you’re capable of much more than sitting courtside.”

She opened her mouth and paused. It seemed like there was a backhanded compliment somewhere in there, but she was too taken aback to parse through the sass.

“Ha,” he taunted, “especially sitting courtside while we kick Langston’s ass.”

“Excuse me?” Her eyes narrowed. “That’s not gonna-”

“Oh, it’ll happen.”

“You so sure about it?”

“I am.” His eyes lingered on her face, stopping intently on her lips before pulling back up to meet her glare. “How about this?” He stepped closer and Ellie suddenly realized how alone they were. The hallway was completely deserted; the other players were in their locker rooms, the spectators were waiting for the first jump, and it was just her and this mysterious, challenging rival. “Let’s make a bet on it, then.”

“You’re on.”

“Ok…” He smiled, a slow widening of his lips; her stomach lurched. “If we win, you give me a kiss.”

“What?” she sputtered.“You’re not gonna win.”

“Oh, we will.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ok. Fine. And when Langston wins?”

“Then I give you a kiss.”

“What?!? No way! It sounds like you always win here.”

“Oh, no.” He stepped even closer to positively purr in her ear. “You always win. Cuz I’m gonna kiss you so good you forget your own name.” Her breath caught as his teeth slid down her earlobe and she had to stop her traitorous fingers from curving in the number on his jersey.

He stepped back with a smirk, and Ellie had to consciously force breath through suddenly dry lips. With a wink, he turned down the hallway; she had to wait for her heart to stop racing until her feet followed.

~~~~~

Ellie tried to ignore him, but it was practically impossible. She was supposed to be cheering for her own school, but the mysterious boy was omnipresent, all over the court and her thoughts. Every time their eyes met, he shot her a wink, whether he was sitting on the bench, jogging up-court after a layup, or once even mid-pass, flipping the ball behind a defender while his eyes were solely trained on her.

She couldn’t focus. She could barely pay attention to her own team when it felt like her eyes were searching for his every second.

The worst was during the halftime show, when his haughty gaze found hers mid-split. The quirk of his eyebrows and the way his eyes suggestively traced down her legs made it very clear exactly what he was thinking.

And if it wasn’t, the lascivious, exaggerated wink left no doubt.

Her face burned through the rest of the routine and she was grateful to slump to her seat, her roommate sliding next to her.

“Did Colt Kaneko just wink at you?”

Ellie took a giant gulp of water, stalling, as Ingrid’s suspicious eyes poured into her. “Who?”

“Who?!? Colt Kaneko, that’s who. He’s only the best point guard in the state.”

Ellie shrugged. She wasn’t blind; he obviously had talent. He was fast, weaving between defenders as if they were standing still. His passes were on target, and he shot a decent three. But his biggest talent, as far as she could tell, was his brain. He read the court well, seemingly able to project where a Langston player would sprint and then pass the ball a split-second before they arrived, leaving them flailing in midair. It was almost surgical, the way he presciently mapped the progression of the play before it occurred, as if he could read minds.

She was almost impressed.

His talents continued through the entire game until, eight minutes into the fourth period, the Langston center lunged hard, roughly fouling Colt at the arc; Ellie winced as they both went crashing down, shrill shriek of sneakers and thud of bodies on parquet audible even over the ref’s whistle.

“What the fuck?” Colt was up like a shot, on his feet and livid, the Langston center following, jerkily, gargantuan hands tucked into weighty fists. “What the fuck was that foul?”

“You got a problem, man?”

She sucked in a breath as the indistinct jawing turned into shoving. “Colt!” she shouted but it was lost in the jeering of the crowd. Their center had almost a foot on him; what the hell was he even thinking?

The ref raced over, whistle screaming shrilly in his mouth, but he wasn’t fast enough, The shoves turned into a full-on brawl, fists flying in a crowd of muscled bodies as more and more players joined in. She leapt to her feet but, in the rush of jerseys, it was hard to see exactly what was happening, both teams crowding around, obscuring her view of the fight at the center.

Finally, when the refs got the situation under control, her heart dropped. Colt was still furious, the blood streaming down his face not stopping him from a heated conversation with the ref, while the Langston center fared no better, hand covering a cut on his forehead while his split lip looked like it would need stitches.

They were both led away, ejected, Colt gesturing sharply the entire way. But right before they showed him the door, he looked back, eyes searching the crowd until they met hers. His face fell, and he had the sense to look ashamed for a moment before he was herded out the door.

~~~~~

Ellie’s leg bounced, nervously waiting for the final whistle. She kept cheering, pom-poms high in the air, but it was half-hearted. Langston was down by five and, with no fouls to give and no timeouts, the ending was basically locked up. Once the stopwatch clanged, groans roaring from the crowd as the Langston loss was official, she sprang to her feet, relieved that the game was finally over. With a weak goodbye to Ingrid thrown over her shoulder, she pushed through the crowd, heading away from exits, down the deserted halls towards the locker rooms.

A crowd of opposing players bounced by her, jauntily celebrating their victory, but she paid them no mind, turning the corner and stopping short as she spied a familiar figure reclining on a bench, long legs sprawled on the tile floor as he held a towel to his nose.

His eyes widened, and he stood as she approached. “You came...” His voice caught with wonder until a familiar smirk split his face. “I thought I lost my shot.”

“You are an idiot.”

“Hey! An idiot who kicked Langston’s ass.”

“What?!? You got ejected from the game! It devolved into a fistfight between two absolute morons!”

“We still won though.” He stood, blood-stained towel dabbing at his nose. “So where’s my kiss?”

Her jaw dropped. “Are you- urgh. Your nose is still bleeding. I’m not- Christ, come here.” She grabbed his bicep and pulled, fingers digging into the cut of solid muscle as she dragged him through the door of the visitor’s locker room.

“I’m not so sure you’re supposed to be in here.”

“Shut it.” She sped by the lockers to the bathroom, walking past the showers to grab some toilet paper. “Let me see.”

He stood dutifully still as she swiped at his nose, hand on his chin turning his face side-to-side as she assessed the bruising. The blood had stopped flowing, thankfully, a tiny stain of red under one nostril all that remained of his stupid brawl.

“You’re lucky it’s not broken,” she huffed

He shrugged. “Would have been worth it.”

He was so close to her, again, a wall of heat and muscle in front of her, looking down with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.”You’d break your nose for a win?"

“Or for a kiss.”

She was beginning to hate that smirk...or hate how much she liked it. Rolling her eyes, she stepped forward, meeting his lips in the briefest of pecks. When she stepped back, his jaw dropped. “You really did it…” he wondered aloud.

She quirked a shoulder, turning to go. “Why not?” A hand on her arm stopped her and, in the next instant, his lips were on hers faster than she could process. Her previous quick kiss meant nothing. But this? God. His lips captured hers as if he had been waiting all game just to swallow the needy moans from her mouth. Her hands flew to his hair, silken strands tangling in her fingers as his palms wrapped around her hip bones, pulling her flush against him as his lips never left hers, tongue teasing the seam until her lips parted, making her brain short circuit.

He pulled back and her eyes fluttered open, breath coming fast. “Wait, what’s your name?” he asked.

“Uhh...Ellie?”

“Dammit. You still remember.” And with that, sturdy hands were pushing her against the wall so his lips could meet hers again, pulling the breath from her lungs before sliding up her jaw, down her neck, teasing bites and kisses making her tangle her hands in his jersey, pulling him closer. Grinding her hips, she felt his cock twitch and her head fell back against the wall, heat flaring up her spine.

“Colt?” Oh my God, her voice was weak, barely a whine, and she would have been embarrassed had his hands not been tracing winding paths up the back of her shirt, sliding between uniform and skin in a blazing trail of heat. She pulled again on his jersey, tucking her hands underneath to trace the sculpted muscles hiding beneath. “Colt, please?”

She almost complained at the loss of his mouth on her neck when he ducked away; but when she caught sight of him pulling his shirt over his head, the words caught in her mouth. He was all lean muscle, broad shoulders, cut abs, and her fingers twitched to trace down the v-shape that led into his shorts.

“Goddamn,” she murmured.

The haughty grin was back. “Like what you see?”

She didn’t answer, only pulled him closer to trail desperate fingertips past the elastic of his shorts, teasing at soft skin, and it was like a switch had been flipped. He yanked her shirt over her head, sports bra flying away next as his lips descended to suck a nipple into his mouth. Sneakers were next, kicked off as his teeth dug possessively into her stomach before going even lower, kneeling as his lips stopped at the waist of her cheer skirt.

“Fuck, I like this skirt,” he growled, palms running up her inner thigh. “I’m gonna fuck you in it next time.”

“Next time?” She could barely speak. Fuck, she could barely breathe. “What next time?”

“They’ll be a next time,” he vowed, and the smirk was back as he pulled, shucking every stitch off her and himself before he returned to the ground, tongue tracing a meandering path up her thighs as she shivered, pulling at his hair as his mouth edged closer, until finally, finally, his lips slid over sensitive skin, then through her folds, then zeroing in on her clit, gentle suction making her eyes fly shut.

Body quivering, her vision went dark as her nails dug sharp crescents into his shoulders. She tried to pull him closer, fingers moving with a mind of their own as his tongue found her clit and the room spun. Thank God he was holding her up, strong hands spread over her thighs, pressing her against the wall; she was inches from melting into the floor, his tongue flicking against where she was most sensitive and drawing designs that made her nerves sing in response. She was so focused on her peak, hurtling towards her like a freight train, that she almost didn’t hear the slamming of the locker room door.

“Kaneko? You still in here?”

She opened her eyes, struggling to get air in her lungs. “Shit! I’m not supposed to be-”

“I know, I know,” he whispered and stood, eyes frantically searching the room before he pulled her into a shower stall, quickly shoving the dingy curtain shut behind them.

“What are you-?”

“Shhh,” he hissed and turned the shower on, boxing her against the wall.

“He’s gonna-”

His hands were on her bare waist and she swallowed as he leaned against her. “Shhh, he’s not gonna come in here.” The water was falling behind him, a steady stream turning warmer and sluicing over the back of his head.

She put her hands through his wet hair and pulled him closer. “Fine,” she murmured into his mouth before finding his lips again.

“Kaneko, you in here?”

Colt pulled back and glared at the flimsy curtain, all that separated her from definite expulsion from the cheer team. “Yeah, Coach,” he called, “I’m in the shower.”

The footsteps got closer. “Uh oh. He’s gonna see my feet,” Ellie hissed, peering through the steam starting to fill the stall. She couldn’t see anyone but there was movement, steadily getting closer, and her fingers tensed into his sides.

He stared at her, question in his eyes, hands traveling to the back of her thighs.

She stared back for a beat before nodding. “Please. God, yes, please.”

His lip quirked and, before she knew it, he lifted, picking her up so her back hit the wall, her legs circled around his waist, and his cock slowly slide through her folds. She had to bite his shoulder to muffle the whimper from her mouth as his cock stretched her walls, back arching, legs tightening, every part of her pulling him even closer as he thrust..

“Fuck…” he growled in her ear, “you feel incredible.”

“What did you say?” the Coach shouted.

“I said,” Colt coughed, and it took him a second to compose his voice. “I said...let me finish my shower.”

The footsteps stopped. Ellie heard a weary sigh just outside the room; she didn’t dare to move, to breathe, though it was hard to stifle the sounds when Colt swiveled his hips in tiny circles. “The bus leaves in five minutes.”

“Five minutes?” Colt smirked at her and another pivot had her mouth falling open. “I mean, I hope I’m not that quick.”

“What? Just….just hurry the fuck up.” Thankfully, the steps receded until the locker room door slammed.

“That was close.” Colt breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought he would never leave.”

“Colt?”

“Yeah?”

“Just fuck me.”

“Demanding…” He rolled his hips again and her back pushed against him, wordlessly begging for more. The tile behind her was cool but she was burning, fire of his hands tight on her thighs, his lips tracing scorching lines down her jaw, flame engulfing every nerve endings. Even the water couldn’t cool her as it continued falling, soaking his hair, tiny rivulets dripping off his face and onto her chest; Colt followed each one with his tongue as his hips moved, demanding, pushing her back against the wall with each targeted thrust.

“Colt...oh my God, Colt, please!”

“I love how you moan my name, fuck.” He moved faster, and she clung to him. The rhythm of his hips was making needy sounds pour out of her mouth and, now, she didn’t have to be quiet. His name echoed off the bathroom tile, in a frenzied tone she had never heard leave her throat, and she dimly hoped that everyone else was far, far from the locker room hallway.

“Fuck, Ellie.” He moved, somehow balancing her against the wall while one hand slid down her stomach, then lower, thumb finding her clit. She keened. She couldn’t think, his cock driving inside her, his thumb keeping a steady frantic beat against her, it was all too much; all she could do was cling to his shoulders as he swiveled his hips just so and the world exploded, stars raining down where water had been, her body shaking so wildly that she almost missed Colt’s groan in her ear, strained and gruff as he pulsed inside her.

The world stopped spinning and was eventually, blessedly still. The only sound was the shower, water pattering against tile, and the soft breath, low in her ear. She felt drained, weak in the best way, and she let her head fall against the wall as Colt peeled off of her. Her legs were spasming when he lowered her to the ground; she had to clutch his shoulder with a tight fist before she regained the ability to move.

When her legs were able to support her weight, he stepped back into the spray of the water, shaking his head so water streamed in wild droplets from his hair before he pulled her under as well, folding muscular arms around her waist as the warm water poured through her hair.

“So…” he mused, running his hands down her back. “Quantum Physics? Really?”

“What is your problem?” She pushed at his shoulder. “Apparently cheerleaders can be smart too, you know.”

“Hey, no problem here. I like smart girls.”

“Then yes, Quantum Physics. I’m a Biomechanical Engineering major.”

“Damn. Sexy.”

Her head shot up, and it took a second to realize that he was being genuine, warmth in his eyes making her flush. She swallowed. “What’s your deal, then? Ingrid said you’re the best point guard in the state.”

He shrugged. “Is that your blond friend?”

“How did you….oh yeah. You watched me all freaking game.”

“I noticed you before that.” The tips of his ears reddened. Ellie blinked.

“What...what do you mean?”

“We played you earlier in the season, back home.” He shrugged, fixing his gaze on the knob as he turned the shower off. “All the other cheerleaders hung outside, flirting with the players. And you were studying on the bus.”

Ellie stared at his back as he pushed through the curtain “Wait a minute…” They had traveled upstate, earlier in the season, but she barely remembered the trip. She had spent the entire time cramming, spending every spare second with her nose in formulas and problem sets. “I had a big orgo test the next day.”

He shrugged, handing her a towel as she stepped out. “I scored 30 points, and you didn’t even look at me.”

“Maybe you need to do more than that to impress me.”

“Noted.” He held her gaze so long that she had to look away, fiddling with her skirt before sliding it over her hips.

“We should…” She tried not to blush but the way he was gawking at her, watching her put her uniform back on? It was a struggle. “We should go.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and tossed his towel in the hamper. As he passed by her, he muttered, “Damn shame though.” She chuckled ruefully as she watched him open a locker and dig out a change of clothes.

Once they were both as decent as possible, they headed back out into the hall, heading towards the entrance. She was cognizant that each step towards the door was a step closer to the end of this fling.

“You gonna be at nationals?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, biting his lip.

“Yeah, definitely.” Langston only had to win one more game to make it to the playoffs; with five games left in the season, it was a lock. “We’re gonna win it all this year.”

He pushed the door open, and they stepped into the blinding sun. “Really?”

“Even if I have to get on the court myself, we’re beating you.” His bus was waiting, the coach busy scribbling on a clipboard.

“Ha. A little one-on-one?” Gentle fingers circled her wrist, and he pulled her closer, smirk back on his face. “I could take you.”

“You sure about that?”

“Guess we’ll have to see.” He tilted her head up to capture her lips again; Ellie could dimly hear shouting coming from the bus but, with his fingers stroking up the back of her shirt to tease bare skin, it didn’t matter. Nothing did except his lips on hers and the roaring in her ears. “I’m gonna get in trouble for cavorting with the enemy.” He spoke against her mouth and she had to taste the smile on his lips, one last time.

“Especially if we win at Nationals.”

He squeezed her fingers between his own before walking over to the bus. She had just turned away when he called after her, “How ‘bout this?”

“What?” She stopped to look over her shoulder, taking in the laughing smirk and gleam in his eyes.

“I’ll see you at Nationals. And if we win, you owe me a kiss.”