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miekasa · 3 years ago

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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 · 3 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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#veggie ink month #day 18 #marvin and robbie bonding #robbie understands feelings better than most of the egos XD

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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!

Masterlist | Buy Me coffee

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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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 · 4 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.”

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queenofallimagines · 5 years ago

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you and mirio are in college and he asks you to tutor him. his dick is big and you jerk him off under the table, edging him until he gets the right answer.

What’s up sluts!!this is another stolen ask from a blog I just found I’m thirsty and it’s four in the morning and I haven’t slept yet I’m writing this without looking at my keyboard. No spell check we die like men out here.

Song ref: or nah-somo remix

When you had accepted his offer to tutor him you didn’t think it would be difficult oh how wrong you were.

“ you get the answer by dividing.”

“But why do you have to divide if you did all those other steps.”

You let out a laugh and then a sigh.

“I didn’t invent math but the answer is 4.”

“Then how did I get 12?”

Looking at his work it was a a mess. Numbers that didn’t add up he used the wrong formula and then tried to start over with the answer he got. it wasn’t even remotely right. You felt bad. You had been like this before you had gotten your professor to explain it to you. He had assigned you to mirio. You weren’t a teacher by any means; not even close. But you had to help him. You’d feel bad if you didn’t.

“I don’t get this at aaalll.” He have a frustrated sigh.

“Yeah I didn’t either but it’s not that hard once you know how to do it properly;here let me show you.”

You were writing down a copy of your notes from the class when your mind started to wander. Mirio wasn’t bad looking at all. Quite the oppose actually he was bright, beautiful and smart. Maybe not in math but he definitely had a good heart. You were sitting really close to him. Almost too close. He smelled nice. Shaking off focus you tried to explain it to him again in simple terms and not all at once. Leaning closer you tried to correct something on his paper you placed your hand on his inner thigh to leverage yourself. You could feel him stiffen Under your hand, but you didn’t move it. You both were in the farthest corner of the library and nobody was even here at this hour. This dude had to have a big dick. Plain and simple. There was no way he wouldn’t. He’s tall and muscular.

“See that’s how you do it. What’s the answer.”

“F-four?”

“Good job sunshine.” You continue to explain the complicated formula rubbing your thumb in circles in his thigh.

“Your hand is on my thigh y/n.” He trailed off.

“I can move it higher if you want.” You weren’t bold by any means but you couldn’t resist teasing him.

You could hear him audibly swallow. Looking over you see his face was as red as a tomato. He was looking at the paper so intensely you thought he could burn a hole through it. Taking a chance you slid it higher just slightly below his crotch and you felt him tense up again.

“Hey-“

“You should really focus mirio.” You cut him off sharp giving him a playful look. His face was beet red and you were worried he would pass out.

“Try and work on the ones for the assignment yourself, I’ll help you.” He shakily picked up his pencil and started to solve the problem. All the whole you shoved your hand into his pants. Eyes wide.

‘Christ he is huge.’

He tried to suppress a Moan in the back of his throat.

“Your hand... feels nice.”

“Mmm sure whats the answer for that.” He sharply inhaled when you began to mine your hand.

“26?”

“Good. Do the next one.” You began to quicken you peace not enough to finish him but just enough to make him feel it. He was barley holding back his voice at this point. He gave you a pleasing look. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Only good boys get to cum. What’s the answer?” He let out a shaky breath.

“17.” Your hand stopped.

“Try agian.” He quickly tries to redo the problem as your eyes bore into him.”

“19.” You smirked at him.”

“Good boy.” You resumed moving your hand.

“Shit- we could get caught.”

“Guess you better finish quickly then,huh?”

You could feel him pulsating in your hands. It was hot. You could only imagine how it would feel inside you, neglecting your own wetness I’m favor of edging him was well worth the price. He was bucking into your hands trying to get himself off as quick as possible. You give him a stern look.

“If you don’t finish your work then I won’t let you cum, understand?”

Wining he starts working on the last few problems. Your surprised he could even focus. You looked over too see pre cone leaking into your hand. He was close. Just one more.

“And what’s the answer?” He was panting and red faced at this point. His blond hair a mess and his letterman jacket forgotten on the floor. You’d made a mess of him and damm if it didn’t look good.

“45.” He spoke through gritted teeth. He was trying so hard to be quiet and it was adorable.

“Good boy. Now you can get your reward.”

You moved your hand fast letting the sound of skin slapping skin reverberate off the walls. What a sight to see. He finished with a loud moan that your sire the librarian at the front desk heard. He was shaking and panting and he looked gorgeous. You smirked and brought your hand to your mouth to taste him.

“Mmm, not bad. Thanks for the meal hero.” Winking you stood up and left the boy in the library. The odd look the librarian gave you on the way out was definitely worth it.

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seokiloquy · 4 years ago

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Bludger - Karasuno

AU: Harry Potter - Quidditch

Requested

(despite it being a Karasuno one-shot, it leans toward Sawamura because he’s the captain)

Word Count: 1.8K

You’d have to admit to yourself eventually. These students were as reckless as hell.

“I’m sorry (L/N). I understand that this must be a bit frustrating to watch,” the one with slick-haired bangs, Ennoshita, sighed next to you, watching his team fly through the air in staggered movements.

The boys screamed as they raced through the air, chasing and being chased by various flying balls and players alike. You groaned, watching the small red-head get smashed in the face by a bludger and quickly fall into the ground below him.

“I wouldn’t mind so much if I wasn’t the student nurse. But because I’m here it means I have to take care of all of you,” you grumbled and turned to the boy on the field. “Hinata are you alright?”

The boy jumped up from the grass field and waved excitedly in your direction. His nose was bleeding.

“For the love of God, Hinata get over here!”

As you iced the boy’s nose he talked happily as if nothing was bothering him, though his voice did come out a bit nasally because of his nose being covered.

“Uh, (L/N)?” Sawamura poked his head into the changing room where medical supplies were held. “Classes are going to start again soon, where should we put all the equipment?”

Taking off the ice from Hinata’s face you checked if the bleeding stopped and pointed to the door in the corner of the room. “It’s all from the storage closet, everything goes in there.”

Sawamura smiled and left the room. His immediate yelling told you that the team was being just as chaotic even with their missing fireball of a fifth year.

Hinata rattled on as his group brought in all the supplies, “What’s your favourite subject? I like Defence Against the Dark Arts.”

“I’ve always been a fan of herbology and potions, they work together and are needed for medicine.”

“That’s cool. I’ve never been good at those. I always need help from the seventh years.”

You ruffled the boy’s hair, making him smile at the tingling feeling at his roots. “Well, if you need any help, feel free to ask.”

Hinata jumped from his seat on the bench, narrowly missing the opportunity to head but you in the nose, and rushed out the door to help grab equipment. “Kageyama! (L/N) is going to help us with our classes!”

“Wait!”

“Ha, good luck with that. They’re helpless,” the towering blond grinned slyly, clearing enjoying your sudden distress.

You fisted the robe that draped on your sides, “Shut it, Big Ben.”

“Hinata, wait, no!”

Tsukishima openly laughed at the sight of Hinata’s face covered in soot, eyes and teeth being the only thing visible through the ashy chemicals. Nishinoya and Tanaka joined in with the hysterics. Sugawara, prepared as always, along with the help of Shimizu ran over ready to clean the poor boy’s face. Asahi, Yachi, and Yamauchi shuddered and whined, shaking as they feared any injury to befall their friend. The quiet sixth years chuckled but continued with their own studying.

Sawamura sighed as he leaned against the window sill, watching as you held Kageyama back from pouncing on his teammate yelling at him to smarten up.

“Idiot you didn’t do any better! Look at the mess you made!” You screamed, gripping the back of the tall quidditch player’s black jacket.

Sawamura breathed heavily into the raised collar of his school’s uniform, “Hey, clean up and go to bed!”

It didn’t take long for his team to follow the orders laid out for them. It left you with free hands and a slowly dissipating headache though, standing in the centre of the room wearing your unique robes given to you by the school you were all in.

“I’m sorry that our stay here is going to be a bit chaotic.”

You sighed, “Sawamura, don’t apologize. I’m sure the other schools are just as hectic and that my schoolmates are having similar troubles.”

“Are you sure? Also, I keep telling you, call me Daichi.”

“Ya positive. I don’t know you well enough to call you Daichi. How are practices going?”

You and Sawamura followed behind the group, out of the now clean room, toward the cabins where they have been staying. The hallways of your school towered above your heads, covered with moving paintings that waved at your group as you walked by.

“Practices are fine, coach Ukai and professor Takeda are having fun but get annoyed with us sometimes. The tournament is probably getting to them.”

“I can understand why. I’ve had to help patch up way more than a few injuries over the last couple of weeks.”

In Karasuno's assigned cabin, Ukai and Takeda were talking across a chalkboard that was set up in the lobby of their temporary home. The Karasuno team immediately sat around the board. Sawamura stayed by your side for a moment.

“You have a match in the morning, right?”

Sawamura smiled, “Yes, against Wakutani. We’re probably getting a rundown of the team now.”

“Just, try not to let anyone get injured alright? I have enough work on my hands.”

Your school was large, massive in size, and known for its constant participation and hosting of the annual quidditch tournaments every year. But the number of students on the school grounds was abysmal in comparison to its size. So it opened up. Many quidditch fields filled the open space behind the school, accompanied by large stands for viewers. Your school became the main gathering ground for highschool quidditch games and tournaments. And it's students became the help.

Karasuno, dressed in their flying gear and carrying various different kinds of brooms walked to their side of the field ready to start warming up. Sawamura left their sides to go speak with the ref and the other captain to determine beginning plays and positions.

Nishinoya, despite his small stature, was the keeper of the team and a good one at that. While Azumane played as the team’s seeker, Hinata easily wanted to take his spot the following year, despite it already being decided that Tanaka would inherit the position. Hinata, Tanaka, and Kageyama were the team’s chasers. Although, Kageyama could play anywhere. And Tsukishima and Sawamura were the team’s beaters, working to protect their teammates. Although, more often than not, Tsukishima would rather let the bludgers swing into the sides of his fellow fifth years.

You sat on the side of the grass field, centred between the two team benches, watching and waiting for any injury.

The game had started quickly with the points quickly going up. Players swung around quickly making them incredibly hard to watch in the sunlight and make sure they weren’t getting hurt. You were sure Hinata had a nosebleed but refused to get swapped out. It wasn’t until a collision happened and someone began to fall that there was something to worry about.

Swinging your wand out from your robes, you caught the player mid-air, slowing their fall until they were gently rested on the grass.

The game had stopped and you rushed onto the field. Sawamura was wincing as he tried to push himself up, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. His teammates started to crowd around.

“No, no, no. Stay down, you oaf. Open your mouth, let me see.”

Following your orders, Sawamura opened up to show you a missing tooth and blood-covered tongue.

Tanaka pleaded at the injured man’s side, “Daichi I’m so sorry. It’s my fault, I should’ve taken that hit from the bludger.”

“Shut up Tanaka, it’s fine. I’m alright.”

“Don’t make me laugh, you might have a concussion, so we are going to go give you a check-up.”

The game went on, Ennoshita taking on the role that Sawamura left behind. You gave him a nod as you led Yachi and the injured man to the infirmary.

You couldn’t tell what had progressed in the game after you left, but you were certain that Ennoshita was a bit stressed. Okay, maybe a bit more than stressed, but you were sure that the trustworthy sixth year would be fine until the end of the game.

Once you got the bleeding to stop and put some ice on his cheek you got him on his feet to check for a concussion. After a few straight walking lines and balance tests, you were sure the beater was safe to rest for a bit.

“How are you feeling?”

He groaned.

“Perfect then.”

Ukai came to visit at that moment, “The game’s still going, you okay there?”

You interjected, “There’s no worry of a concussion but it would be best for him to rest a bit. We’ll Give him a painkiller and some skele-gro once he feels better.”

Ukai nodded, “Okay come back when you feel better and be ready for the next game.”

Sawamura only chuckled and gave his coach a tired acknowledgement before lying down.

As Sawamura snored into the pillow you and Shimizu had a nice conversation about classes, future plans, and laughing about funny moments revolving around the Karasuno boys team. Yachi, typically quiet and shy, spoke more clearly and openly as you waited, her voice still wavering from nerves though.

After a near hour, Sawamura stretched up from his spot on the bed. Despite still being a bit tired, he was more eager to get back to the game at hand. He was forced to wait as you gave him a painkiller for his cheek and the bone growing potion to bring his lost tooth back to its former glory. The bruise didn’t go away and would be there for a while.

Once you get there though, Dachi decided to just watch as his teammates completed the game without him, a smile growing on his face.

It was when the game finished and everyone on Karasuno’s team collected the praises given to them by their Coaches that Sawamura decided to make his appearance. Tanaka started crying again, Nishinoya and Hinata were not far behind, jumping on your shoulders and thanking you for healing their beloved captain. Yachi, despite having been with you the entire time and knowing there had been nothing wrong, joined in as well.

“Let me go please.”

“But (L/N) you saved our captain from a cruel death!”

“Why in the world would you think he was going to die?”

“Daichi is going to die?”

Takeda fumbled over his words, trying to cool down the energetic group and hand out their bottles at the same time. It failed, as always, but it wouldn’t stop him from trying.

Tanaka buried his head into the crook of your shoulder, making it seem as though you had dowsed your shoulder in water. Nishinoya who was clinging onto your other arm did the same.

“Don’t you all have another match to fret about?”

“(L/N)’s right, you know,” Ukai said. “Next is AobaJousai.”

This has the potential for a part two but meh. - Bacon

Posted: 03/07/2020

#Haikyuu x reader #karasuno #karasuno x reader #Haikyuu #x reader #oneshot #oneshots #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu reader insert #reader insert #aus #haikyuu aus #fluff #haikyu #anime x reader #anime #manga x reader #manga

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big-girl-toaster · 5 years ago

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Emily Sonnett - player analysis

A compilation of Sonnett‘s strengths, weaknesses (cause everyone has them) and general observations from Portland and USWNT games (mostly from 2018 and 2019) ft. my irrelevant opinion.

Enjoy!

Before I’ll start a few notes:

I’m obviously not a professional soccer analyst person or whatever, so please don’t come for my ass. These are just patterns or reoccurring things in Sonnett’s game I observed while rewatching tons of PTFC and USWNT games.

I will focus on a few key points, that doesn’t mean that she has deficiencies in other aspects, sometimes it’s just hard to show them and I tried to avoid stating arguments without giving visual evidence. (All the links and credits are below the gifs)

I would love it if you gave additions, feedback or criticism to this post but all in all I just hope that you enjoy reading a bit about Sonnett’s more professional side and soccer tactics in general.

Please let me know if the format is weird, I’m still figuring out how to make big posts.

I sincerely apologize for the low quality of gifs, as I said, I’m figuring things out and I wasn’t able to upload proper clips.

And lastly, Sonnett is a precious little bean and I enjoyed making this more than I should have. Also, did I use this as an excuse to spend days on end rewatching old games? Yes I did.

I will start with three main strengths I think she brings to the pitch:

Communication / Leading the back line (this is in regards to her position with the Thorns, I will talk about the differences between PTFC/USWNT later on)

As a center back you naturally have a more responsible role in terms of shifting players that are in front of you and communicating things to them they can’t necessarily see. Sonnett embraces that role completely and at 25 years old she is at the level of world class CBs in that regard. A lot of players take on that role much later in their career. Her college coach Steve Swanson for the University of Virginia said about her:

"There is a standard of focus and intensity that Emily demands of the players that play around her. She’s not afraid to hold her teammates accountable in that regard. That was one of the unique aspects of our team dynamic this year, is that Emily's style of leadership is different than the team was used to. I think the team has recognized that the qualities Emily has, we need.“

http://www.espn.com/espnw/news-commentary/article/14100802/virginia-emily-sonnett

This clip I wanted to show you is from a situation that is very common for a defensive line but overlooked bc we as viewers naturally tend to look at the movement of the ball. It’s the intentional shifting of the back line in the exact right moment to let an opposing attacker run into offside. In the original video you can hear Sonnett shout “DROP THE LINE“ and Menges and Kling follow her movement which results in Alex being successfully caught offside at the side line.

((Tumblr won’t let me upload video clips, so here’s a crappy gif (look at Sonny and Menges), click the link to get to youtube, it’s at 21:30))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JGM6Nju0b4

A simple moment but a very crucial part of back line coordination.

2. Box positioning

A.k.a. one of the most important parts of good defending. Sonnett covers runs from attackers almost always with textbook precision. She anticipates passes and is able intercept balls which makes her a proactive rather than a reactive player. When she does have to go for a tackle she brings a feistiness that she probably learnt from a certain Kelley O’Hara I can imagine. She usually opts for slide tackles and that decision could be debatable if you’re the coach but it’s just so good to look at tbh

(credit to @geekmythologys for the last gif)

But anyway, her box positioning. Having watched a lot of games with my eyes glued to number 16, I can of course safely say that Sonnett knows what she’s doing. But I’ve been thinking more and more that she often has a sort of intuitive approach when it comes to box positioning in particular. For this next clip I’m gonna need your opinion. Normally I wouldn’t tell Sonnett to abandon her player in that moment, especially bc it creates a 3v2 situation on the attackers left side and also considering the angle in which Dunn is facing the goal. However, she steps in and is able to block the ball.

to see it properly: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ev3SFCmbqQ at 15:40

What do you think?

Oh and this is just excellent clearance work. AD was certainly hyped about it:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvcOuadyFu4

3. Offensive effort

Sonnett is one of the highest scoring CBs of the league but her offensive efforts aren’t measurable in just goals. For corner kicks she likes to do the near-post run Julie Ertz style and has been successful in the past, most notably the 2-0 in the semifinal 2017 against Orlando (which resulted in this gem of a gif):

She likes to stay up top for a bit when her position is covered by someone else and tbh I’m living for these moments.

Here she encourages quick playing and would have gotten through with it if the nwsl had good refs. She didn’t even touch her. (get it? haha)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOIDLJ4ZL1A

Here she drives the ball after winning it, even if her teammates are pushing up late and then she stays up front to participate in the counter attack. Unfortunately nothing evolves out of this situation.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ev3SFCmbqQ

Right. Those were the strengths, in terms of weaknesses, I don’t wanna pick apart the smallest things but this is what I found:

Misjudged midfield positioning

We’ve talked about her excellent positioning in the box, however, a huge part of modern soccer is having the Center Backs pushed up to the half-line (as well as inverted outside backs but that’s another point). And what I’ve noticed is that sometimes during turnovers Sonnett goes in to put pressure on the player and with that an even wider space opens up behind her that the opposing team could exploit. Like in this picture.

Blue is the ball movement, red (Sonnett) goes in when in my opinion green (Lindsey) should have been the one putting pressure on the ball bc now Daly can run into that open space.

Luckily Sonnett’s speed prevents Houston from getting anything out of it but Daly tried it several times during the game.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOIDLJ4ZL1A

My second example is that iconic tactical foul against ARod that we all remember.

Her positioning isn’t optimal, Klings pass isn’t the best, ARod gets her off of the wrong foot, she can’t turn around fast enough and has to stop her with a professional foul which is (I’ll say it again) demanded by coaches in situations like that. But anyway, tumblr has talked enough about this game rip

2. Determining the biggest threat

This is a minor one, because Sonnett is usually really good at reading the game and making the right decisions. However in this game against Australia, she tries to cover the space behind Dahl which is technically reasonable but considering how wide open the Australian is, she should have closed her in earlier. That little hop inside the center of the field made the difference and the opposing player was able to score.

I think it’s safe to say that stuff like this comes with age and experience. And again, Sonnett is only 25!

(The whole game against Australia is awesome for spotting strengths and weaknesses, plus we get tons of Sonny close-ups thus I can recommend rewatching it) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBNvE3owllY

Two more things I wanted to include are two risks that could be relevant in the future.

From time to time she doesn’t control her arm movement in the box.

This is obviously the natural thing you do when you make a move like that but with the new rules by Fifa, defenders are more and more limited and this would have been a penalty if it had hit her arm. Idk it could bite her in the ass at some point.

2. Intuitive positioning

We’ve talked about this and people might have different opinions on it. I personally think though that this might make the difference between a great and a world class defender. So I say go for it Sonny.

Phew, I’m almost done guys, congrats for getting this far, I hope it’s interesting at all.

The last thing I wanna mention is this: The difference between Portland Sonnett and National Team Sonnett, a.k.a. CB Sonnett and RB Sonnett.

Even though as a right back your role is more offensive, I feel like Sonnett has to be pushed to go for it. She rarely does those runs in behind the winger and towards the end line. When she does it it’s great but compared to Kelley she simply isn’t there yet. It also seems to me like for Portland she takes more liberties in pushing forward which maybe is a confidence thing as well. She is a given for the Thorns but had to fight to regain that roster spot for the NT in 2017 after not being called up for several months. Maybe the fear of making mistakes bc of being out of position hinders her a bit? (I’m saying this while being aware that I of course don’t know what the coaches want her to do and what the different game plans require of her.) Anyway, I love her 1v1 defending as RB. I think she is underrated and absolutely deserves a spot on the Olympic roster next year.

One last low quality gif because we gotta stay on brand.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBNvE3owllY

Well that’s it, I hope you enjoyed it. Again, I’d be grateful for additions, opinions, feedback, whatever.

Thanks for reading :)

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shnowbilicat · 4 years ago

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FNAF Squad Reference Sheets

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The time has finally arrived!

After many years of cursing myself about making Reference Sheets fo my characters I pulled myself together and busted out 4 Refs for my main FNAF Squad! X3

... never ever owo

Seriously, it nearly killed me drawing these. The only saving grace was that I had a base body that I just copy-pasted and changed up a little in hights and body type/s X'D

But after 3 weeks I finally did it and I love every single one of these!! Seriously, love them, they perfect, I'm SO proud of them and myself for making them X3

And of course Vinnie had to be the first one of them all, cuz duh X'D

URGH I just love Vincent so much! Yeah, yeah, call me whatever you want, but this particular Purple Man will always be my Number 1. He's the most fun Character I made, ever, and without him I don't know who I would be today. He's important to me and I care ALOT about him <3

Rick is my soft bb boi. I love him, I love how I drew him and anybody who says anything against him is going to have a problem with me e3e

Jokes aside, I would've never thought that my 'Purple Man'-wanna be that I spontaneously made in a FNAF 2 RP would become such a great character. OP af, maybe a bit basic, but also so god damn interesting and fun.

I just can't, okay? Rick is my soft boy and I love him ... and I love him with Vincent, they just too perfect qWq

PurpleShadow for life <33

Aaaand with Keith my FNAF Universe crumbled into pieces X'D

Well, not really BECAUSE of him, but FNAF 4 really was something that was hard to add into my Universe, since it's mostly fixed on Vincent's side of the story.

But, I really appreciated Keith being made in the first place! He opened up another way to introduce the Nightmare Animatronics and with Keith there was another part of Vincent's and Rick's story to make it a little more interesting. He was also the one who gave PG a purpose in the Universe, so I'm actually really glad to have this edgy-wanna be in my squad X'3

I'm still in shock on how similar he is to Necro, a Sonic OC that is paired up with a perverted God, and Echo, a cyborg Pikachu with a bright red robot right eye, AND basically looking like a Darkrai gijinka and also having nightmare abilties. Still in shock about the Darkrai thing, since I haven't played Pokemon at all in that time, or even ownig a Darkrai of my own at that time to even think about :''3

And last but not least we have my favorite perv boi, PG X3

I remember how this boi started and I'm so glad that I managed to come up with a really good story to integrate him into the Universe without breaking Vincent's story and dangerious and dark theme.

... in return PG became one of my most tragic Characters I have, whoops X'D

Eitherway, love PG, he needs more love and more perv <3

He and Keith were the most chill Refs to make, hands down and I'm so glad that I could make them as fast as I did X'D

Together with the others I had alot of fun making these Refs and changing my boiz a bit up here and there, optimizing their designs and giving them new life in general X3

(Below are smol bios for each character)

Vincent, the Purple Man.

He's a cunning Mastermind and confident in his killing skills. He's no opponent somebody should take lightly, Vincent is fast, strong and agile, always thinking of a plan and being one step ahead from his enemy. Due to him dying and haunting an ANimatronic suit himself this Purple Guy has the ability to turn into a 'Ghost-Form' that allows him to do all the typical Ghost stuff, but sadly all of that just for a very short time. After his victims forgive him however, seeing the torture Vincent was going through, he was given another chance at life, with a new body that doesn't age and can heal itself. Vincent doesn't really like other people and shows off his own confidence to stay ahead. But sometimes he can be a real dork around his friends and have a great time with them, joking around and messing with them.

He smokes from time to time and drinks ALOT of coffee to try and stay awake for his own sanity, as grueling nightmares of his past horrid actions still haunt him to this day. Vincent tries his best to forget as he has been forgiven, and also make up for what he has done, but some habits are hard to break and some wandering spirits are still after his second chance of life ... .

Rick, the Shadow Man.

A friendly and helpful individual that would give his life for his friends. Don't take him as a fool, Rick might look like your average goody two shoes, but the moment somebody harms him or his friends Rick pulls off his kiddie gloves. His Ghost-Form, also known as his Shadow Form, is the most dangerious creatures somebody could face. Hvaing all the abilities as a Ghost, plus controlling shadows, hiding away in them, modifying his body, having a radar-like abilty making him aware of his sorroundings and the people around him; Rick is a force to be recken with. All these abilities he gained after his best friend, the Purple Man, killed him in a blood rush, making Rick a haunting, vengeful Ghost and fusing with the darkness around him. Though after Rick realized how much hurt he gave Vincent he forgave him and is now walking the world with anew life and body, that doesn't gae and can heal itself.

Rick is an optimist and will always try to talk things out. He loves kids and can play the guitar very well. His past does weight hard on him, but he tries to move forward enjoy his new life with his old and new friends.

Keith, the Nightmare Man.

He might send out vibes that make people think that he's rather emotionless, non caring, maybe even easily angered. And even though Keith likes to burst out in anger or annoyance, that is all in good fun. Behind the dark facade is a really warm hearted and nice guy that cannot sit still whenever someone is crying or hurt, if just a bump or a serious injury. He has very deep expertises in both mechanical, technical and the mdeical field and is always there to support his friends and innocent people cought in the middle. Due to Vincent, Keith lost his life as well, but started to walk the wolrd again as a raging vengence dragged him back into the living world. This gave him the push to show off his skills and new abilities to form dreams to his won will, creating nightmares and even forcing people to do his bidding and create abominations that could tear appart anything he pleased ... which were his former friends, Vincent and Rick. After a violent fight though these two men showed Keith the light and he too was forgiving them for what had happened. Now he works together with his old friends, protecting his new and improving his skills even more, while stitching his friends back togetehr whenever they dare to get themselves into trouble.

Keith can be really serious about his work, but he knows how to laugh and have a good time, showing off his new creations and lovingly helping and caring about his friends. Though his past actions have created something he still curses himself for.

PG, the Purple Guy.

What can be said about this guy? He's a careless, chill and very perverted guy, that lives life without a second thought. PG looks and acts alot like an idiot, but deep down he's just as dangerious and inteligent as Vincent, as PG himself is a Purple Guy as well. His origin is from a differet Universe and due to an unfortunate circumstance he ended up as ginue pig for experiments and a slave for another's amusement. His spirit was broken ... until something happened that gave PG the will to escape and follow his new friends, Vincent, Rick and the others back to their world. With his own world destroyed and nowhere to go he wandered around and bumped into Keith,bonding with him and even becoming a memeber of the new Fazbear family. PG also died and got pulled back, but compared to the others, his Ghost form and self healing ability is broken and unstable to say the least.

He doesn't like to get in serious trouble, but loves to tease and have fun with his friends, while also drinking like there was no tomorrow and annoying Keith with his sexual advances and jokes.

#vincent #vincent the purple man #the purple man #rick #rick the shadow man #the shadow man #keith #keith the nightmare man #the nightmare man #pg #the purple guy #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #reference sheet #art

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shnuggletea · 4 years ago

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Hey there! Been a minute I know. So, be honest, how many of you thought this was done? Shame, shame. The title says it all, Infinity. As in I ain't close to finished with this one lol! My hope is to go past college with this series but we shall see. I'm updating because someone asked me about updating this. Why am I telling you this? Because if you ask, you shall receive. Unless I don't have more material at the moment but then I'll just start writing the update for you.

I'm not going to update this one again until October because the next chapter in Halloween. I messed up my timing on this fic lol. But there you go, you have an ETA for the next chapter! Hope you all enjoy it!

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Eighths

The locker room was cold, the bench beneath me causing me to hiss when my skin touched the metal. Keno chuckled at me, pulling his jersey on over his head. The bright white of our 'away' shirts dotted out all around the small room, as visiting team we had duffels at our feet filled with all our equipment for the night.

I was pulling long white socks over my shin guards, shooting Keno a glare. "What's so funny?"

He shrugged, "You and your continued annoyance with our travel games."

"Undressing in strange places bugs me."

Keno stopped, grinning down at me, "Something tells me that's not true. Otherwise, you and Usagi wouldn't have gotten caught in the auditorium last week."

"Our clothes were on, thank you. I'd be dead if I got caught doing more than kissing with Usako."

"That's not what the entire school is saying."

A squeak and a huff and Zenko was sitting next to me, "What is the entire school saying?"

"About Mamoru and Usagi last week."

I glared up at Keno who just chortled at me. "Oh, you mean them getting caught having sex?"

"We weren't having sex!"

"Not what I heard."

Laces tied, I jumped to my feet, turning on them as Jin nosed his way into the conversation. "Cause the rumors around our school are always accurate?"

I watched as grimaces grew on each of their faces. Keno knew through Minako how wild and vicious the rumor mill at our school could be. Jin had his share first hand, a rumor going around for a while that his Dad left him and his Mom for another man. And Zenko? He was suffering right now, rumors running wild that Ami and Seiya were a real couple, which included sleeping together.

"As I said, just stupid rumors."

"Not that you mind'em eh?" Nathan added, not reading the room as he clapped a hand on my shoulder before plopping down.

A glance had me finding Seiya, slow to change into his uniform, chatting it up with a few other players and wasting time. The rumor that Usagi had slept with Seiya right before me had died long ago but its effects were lingering. Ami still wasn't talking to Usagi and even though no one chose sides or asked, Ami cut herself off completely from the others as well. I was pretty sure how guys got girls to do things they normally wouldn't.

Six games, three of them home games, and Ami sat far away from the girls each time to quietly cheer Seiya on. Like the dick deserved it. He sat on the bench for most of the game, playing maybe 20 minutes out of the 90.

Zenko was glaring at Seiya too, the only person out of us that Ami still talked to. The two of them must have bonded, taking her home after my birthday party. Zenko was the type to do anything for his friends and it looked like he was staying silent for his friend Ami. I wondered how much longer that would last? What with Seiya flirting with the wanna-be's after every practice now. Looking for his next victim it would seem cause no way in hell was Ami sleeping with him.

And if she was, he was losing interest because he had been seriously close to taking a girl home the other day after practice, Minako not so subtly reminding him, and the girl he was with, that he had a girlfriend.

"Why don't you just admit it, Mamoru," taking my eyes off the cluster fuck waiting to happen, Keno was smirking again, "the reason you hate away games is because Usagi doesn't come."

When did I become so transparent? Yes, I hated the away games because Usagi didn't come to them. That was my call, not wanting her to have to find transportation all over Honolulu just for a stupid soccer game. Sure, I missed hearing her screaming from the stands and the little t-shirt she wore with my name and jersey number on it. The signs she made were nice too, even if they were embarrassing, the last one saying, 'Mamo works hard and plays HARDER'.

Something I happily proved to her after the game, her not able to even say the word 'harder' when I fucked her later that night. That was another thing I missed when she didn't come to my games, getting to go off somewhere afterward that was quiet and going at it hard like rabbits. On away games, I had to sneak into her room after I got home. I enjoyed either one, taking Usagi somewhere and making her scream or quietly making love to her. One, we could be as loud and wild as we wanted but the other, we could be fully naked and hold each other. The fear of her mom walking in, in the middle was a bit hindering.

Their eyes were all on me and it didn't look like what I said mattered. "It's not like I expect her to follow us around. That is asking too much."

"Is it? I asked Minako yesterday."

Doing a double-take, I caught the serious look on his face. "And she said?"

"That she'd love to."

"Alright, let's go, gentlemen, it's showtime!"

The tone of Coach's voice had us all tensing up. "God, can someone get the stick out of his ass?"

Zenko sneered at Jin, "Can you blame him? Two losses already and now we are up against Edith Academy and we lose to them every year. One more loss and we are out of finals."

"Best part," they all looked at me, "he blames all of it on me."

Nathan huffed, "How'de figure?"

"It's cause he's got his head up Usagi's ass!" Seiya tossed out, sauntering by and eavesdropping.

I gave him the finger and he kept moving. Which was good because a fist to the face would have definitely gotten us a loss tonight. "Ignore him. Sore asshole."

Zenko was gently pushing me towards the door, the five of us walking out to the field together. Seiya wasn't completely wrong, whenever Usagi wasn't at the game I didn't play as well. A combination of not caring as much if she wasn't there to cheer me on and my mind elsewhere thinking about her. If we lose tonight I'd never hear the end of it from Coach, more bull shit about getting my act together.

We jogged out, the crowd on our side getting to their feet to cheer us on. I didn't want to waste any time, getting my starters out on the field for the coin toss. Our backs to our crowd, I had to look over the larger and packed stand of our opponent. All part of the game, the opposition using their friends and family to help intimidate. There was a reason why the visitors' side of most stadiums was small, to encourage less support.

"MAMORU!"

The Ref before me and I still turned, unable to stop myself from finding the voice. There she was, golden girl in the bright white shirt, my name in big letters across her breast. Usagi had come.

Minako was next to her and my parents sat right behind them. Keno was already waving so I joined in, Usagi blowing me a kiss and making my heart soar. No doubt, we were going to win tonight.

Winning the coin toss, the others spread out on the field, ready to play. It was easy to block out the sounds of the crowd. If it wasn't Usagi's voice, I didn't want to hear it. A dull hum in the back of my mind, the ball dropped and I took off. I might have been showing off a little, dancing with the ball till I passed it off to Jin for a goal. The goalie dived but it flew just past his fingertips. A goal within the first five minutes of the game was rare. We were so going to win tonight.

Three goals to us and two goals to Edith and it was halftime. I walked the line, getting as close as I could to the stands and Usagi watched me the whole time, her face resting on her palm with her elbow on her knee. Mom gave me a small but obnoxious wave until I waved back, Usagi giggling from my obvious annoyance. Then Mom went back to chatting up Dad, the two most likely discussing my future and trying to get Usagi involved in it.

Halftime was spent in silence, all of us breathing in deeply and enjoying the air-conditioned reprieve. That is until my phone dinged inside my bag.

A few looked my way with a smirk, like Zenko and Nathan, while I dug it out.

I hope you're saving some energy for me tonight?

I couldn't help the dumbass smile I got on my face, a few chuckling at me from it as if they could read my phone.

I always have the energy for you, Usako.

Well, do your best. If you're too tired then I will gladly do all the work ;)

Good god, now she was getting me hard with text messages.

I'll talk to you after otherwise, all my blood will be elsewhere.

:( Okay

A soft chuckle escaped, returning my phone, our break over as Coach clapped his hands at us to get up and get back out there. "Keep it up, boys! The next 45 minutes are going to be the toughest of your lives!"

Keno shook his head at me but we said nothing, gliding past Coach who gave us nods of approval. Thank god he didn't slap our asses like some coaches did. I would have left the team years ago.

Somehow, Usagi managed to scream louder than the rest of the crowd, my name flowing over the top of the cheering. The only one who seemed bothered by it was, of course, Seiya, cursing and bitching about the sound of my girlfriend's voice. Everything about Usagi was beautiful and anyone would agree. Seiya was just a jealous prick.

Taking his spot on the bench, I smirked at him for a moment as I took my spot on the field. The truth was, I never really needed to say or do anything to Seiya. I just needed to keep living my life and it would be enough to piss him off.

Tied up, Keno scoring the last goal, there were only ten minutes left in the game. If it were any other night, I would have gladly gone into overtime. But Usagi was watching. Edith's captain was pushed over the line by Jin so Jin took the throw-in, aiming right at me. Everyone knew, when Usagi was around, I did better than even I knew I had in me. Her presence alone brought out the best in me every time.

The ball in my control and the clock ticking, there was no way I was going to get close to our goal by running it in. The buzzer sounded, me only halfway to our goal, and I slammed my foot into the checkered ball as hard as I could. Time slowed as it soared through the air, the goalie not even paying attention, the dumb ass, jumping at the last second after my shot. It sailed past him, his body dropping to the ground with a thud that was heard all around as well as the swish as the ball hit the net behind with everyone holding their breath with me. The Ref allowed it, giving us the point and sound exploded all around me.

I was in shock for a moment, Keno and Jin breaking me out of it with slaps to the back and shouts of glee. Then I was running. Right up to the stands and jumping up on the railing. Usagi met me, grabbing my jersey in her fist and pulling me closer.

"You're my good luck charm."

Her face split with her smile while mine cracked open, pushing up the last inch to claim her mouth with mine. It didn't last long, strange hands patting my back and making it weird. Falling back to the ground, I gave her one last look and a wink before heading back to my teammates, still celebrating in the middle of the field. I had to call them to attention and remind them of good sportsmanship which only half-rolled their eyes at.

I was rushing, quick to the showers and back to my duffle. All I had was my uniform and the worn-out t-shirt and cloth shorts that I wore here, but Usagi wouldn't care anyway. Hell, she wouldn't even care if I showered or not but I wanted to not smell like sweat and grass for her.

Cleaned, dressed, stuff packed, and Coach and teammates appeased I made for the exit as fast as I could without looking too overeager. My sneakers squeaked on the polished tile floor, echoing off the empty hall that led out of the school and to the parking lot. The steps behind me, I assumed was Keno as he rushed off behind me to Minako, slowed to a stop.

"The Ref should have called that shot out, you know."

Against better judgment, I turned. My face blank as I stared at Seiya. "Come on man, we won! The team won! You are supposed to be happy about that!"

"I am when it's fair."

"It was the Ref's call and he counted it in. What is your problem?"

The guy was actually grimacing. We just beat our biggest rivals and instead of being thankful, he searched out faults. "I'm tired of spoiled pieces of shit like you getting everything, while those of us who play by the rules and work hard for everything, get fucked!"

"What...are you talking about?!"

I should just walk away. The guy was crazy. Delusional. But the overly inquisitive side of me just had to know.

"I'm talking about you, Mamoru Chiba. Son of the owner of Utopia, straight A's student, soccer captain, and boyfriend of Usagi Tsukino. What part of that list did Daddy buy huh? He bought his company, did he buy your grades? Your placement on the team? Did he buy Usagi for you too?"

It was laughable, so I laughed, turning on my heel and making for the exit. "You don't know shit. Your grades and skills were enough to prove that to me before and now, your dumb mouth only solidifies it for me."

I thought he was done. I sure as hell was. "One day, Chiba, you are going to be out of money and luck. You and I both know you sure as shit don't have any charm to save your ass and everyone is going to see you for the worthless fuck you are. Especially Usagi."

"You know, you should really stop acting like you know everything. You know shit."

I double-timed it, leaving Seiya and his crazy shit show behind. Was my family wealthy? Sure, but that had nothing to do with my success and I knew this as did the rest of the world. But trying to prove or explain that to people like Seiya was a waste of breath. He had already made up his fucked up mind about it.

The fact that he thought Usagi would be with anyone over something as petty as money was enough for me to walk away. Seiya was living in another land where everything was set against him by me it seemed. Usagi's family had their own money. Hell, her father owned 20% of Utopia and he bought in before the company went public.

It didn't matter how much he wanted Usagi or if it was even for legit reasons instead of fucking with me. If I learned anything in the last two months it was; how to make Usagi come so hard she passed out, trying to study with her was pointless unless I used a reward system like candy or kisses, and most importantly that we were soul mates.

I also learned that 'no sex on a school night' policies made the weekends precious and not to be wasted arguing with psychos.

She was sitting on my bike, waiting for me and perked up at the sight of me. "I was just about to send a search party!"

"Oh yeah? And who exactly would you send?"

I had my arm around her waist, the other one still holding my duffle or it would be around her as well. "Papa Chiba. He can do anything!"

Her eyes went wide when she said 'anything' like my Dad was magic or something. There were many moments in my memories that had me easily agreeing with her on that. Settling my bag on the back of the bike, I got my other arm around her and she pressed into me as much as she could without falling off.

"You came to my game?"

She gasped, faking shock, "Of course I did! It's your biggest rival and I'm your lucky charm!"

I pressed my lips to hers hard for a long second, humming against her mouth. "Hmmm...yes you are."

Her eyes flitted off of mine to something behind me. Or should I say, someone, turning my head slightly and catching Seiya as he passed. Phone at his ear, he talked far louder than necessary.

"Hey, Ames, what are you up to right now?"

Usagi's face fell, hearing her lost friend's name still bringing her pain. I pulled her face back up, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Ami will come around. Trust me. Seiya is going to fuck up soon and she will see him for what he really is."

A sniff and a few blinks and I wiped away the few tears that got free with my thumbs. "Is that what took you so long? Seiya held you up again?"

She knew me too well. And I had hoped to get away with that encounter. "He said more crazy shit that didn't make sense about me."

"I guess that's better than him talking about me again. Means he's moving on." My tongue tripped and she caught it. "Great. At least he's consistent."

"Don't worry about it. We have far more important things to focus on. Like applications. Did you get yours finished young lady?"

She smirked, her arms wrapping around my neck. "Yes, teacher."

"Good girl."

"Do I get my reward?" She ran her tongue over my bottom lip and I moaned, loudly. "You gonna take me somewhere quiet? Your lucky charm wants to help you get lucky again."

I'd never slapped my helmet on so hard in my life, Usagi giggling as I pushed her to the back of the bike, her taking only a second to get her helmet on.

Our houses were in the suburbs of Honolulu. Which meant in the middle of nowhere. It was a 30-minute drive to town and it was all thick forest with the occasional house cutting into it all the way there. The private road that led up to our houses, off the main road and up a small hill, was made of gravel and only the two houses were on it. Usagi and I weren't just neighbors, we were the only neighbors either of us had.

Which was always fine with me because I never liked competing for Usagi's attention.

Because we lived out in the middle of nothing, as kids, we did a lot of exploring. Which led to us discovering the small park I now pulled into.

It was on the edge of the bluff, a bit of a hike down to the water but it was doable. Not at night though, you would break an ankle or your neck. Once my engine silenced, you could hear the waves crashing and the crickets chirping. The sky above was an endless sea of stars and even as kids, Usagi said this was one of her favorite spots, saying it was 'like being on the edge of the world'. I, being the jerk I was, always liked to point out that the world is round and therefore doesn't have an edge.

Usagi got off, looking over the area and pulling off her helmet. I had mine in my arms, watching her, wondering if she remembered this place. "Like being on the edge of the world, isn't it?"

She turned back, matching my smirk. "Mamo, the Earth is round, it doesn't have an edge."

Her voice got weird at the end, deepening to an unnatural level. "Was that supposed to be me?"

"Usako," her voice went even lower, "that one is a planet, not a star. Do you even pay attention in astrology camp?"

Hands on her lovely hips, she gave me a lopsided grin while I chuckled. "I was hoping to impress you."

"Instead, you made me feel stupid."

Dropping my helmet and grabbing her shirt, I pulled her back to me, wrapping my arms loosely around, while she pouted at me. "I'm sorry, Baby. You know, you are far from stupid, right?"

She was still pouting but the corners of her lips turned up a little as she shook her head at me.

"I'm sorry I ever made you feel anything other than the intelligent, beautiful, funny, sexy, and amazing woman that you are."

Now she rolled her eyes, "You don't have to lay it on so thick, Mamo. I'm going to sleep with you."

A laugh barked out of me, tightening my hold. "Oh, I know. That's not why I said it. I said it because it's true."

Slow and gentle, she pulled my hands off her, unwrapping herself and standing a few inches from me on my bike. Fidgeting and twerking her hips, she shimmied her panties off from under the little, ruffled skirt she wore and placed them over my shoulder. I started to get up, planning on taking her over to the picnic table a few feet away to have my way with her but she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

"I wanna do it on your bike."

Hot blood coursed through me, Usagi reaching over and working me out of the elastic waistband on my shorts, my cock now standing at attention for her in the breeze. But then she turned from me, grabbing the handles and put a leg on either side of me. Sitting down slowly, I held my cock and guided it into her hot, wet core. She sat in my lap now, her back to my chest and her hands still on my handlebars with me filling her up.

Then she started to bounce.

My hands flew to her hips, both my feet on the ground to hold the bike steady while I steadied her thrusts. The new angle was greatly appreciated, taking me in impossibly deep over and over again. At this rate, her sides were going to have bruises matching my fingers because I was gripping and pulling her down on me so tight and hard, the bike was bouncing on its wheels.

Panting heavily, I pulled her back, her hands slipping from the handles as I put her back flush with my chest. Her hips didn't stop, rolling them in a circle that had stars falling from the sky. Her thin, homemade t-shirt was a little tight but stretchy. It allowed me to slip my hands under it and get to her skin. Her heart was pounding under my palms as I slowly worked my hands up her ribs and under her bra.

Her head flopped back to my shoulder and I nipped at whatever I could reach of her skin. Her hands were on my thighs, helping herself move. I was rolling her nipples in between my fingers when she started to cry out, her orgasm wetting my shorts. But I loved it.

She was slowing, trying to keep up her rhythm but she was falling fast. I stopped her, pulling my hands from her breast and slipping them down to her thighs to still her. "Let's go to the picnic table, Lucky Charm. I want to make you come again."

Her crazed giggle came out, the one she made when she was loopy happy and I picked her up to carry her to the table. Many times over the years, we'd sneak out at night and lay on this table to look at the stars. Now I laid her down on it and looked at the stars reflected in her eyes.

I leaned over her, setting her down so her hips were on the edge of the table, and kissed her deep. She flicked her tongue across my lips and parted them, the two of us fighting over each other's mouths. Twisting under me, her head went back and forth, trying to taste every inch of me as I tasted her. And her hips wiggled against mine too, my shorts having slipped back up over me I now had two layers between me and her.

One hand holding me over her, I used the other to push my shorts and briefs off my hips, getting them just past my balls before giving up. She spread her legs, wrapping them around me in anticipation.

But I didn't make her wait, not any longer, burying into her till there was nothing left of myself. She arched, her ribs lifting as if pulled by a string and I stood up to watch. My rhythm was slow but heavy, her body jumping from my thrust. Usagi gripped the edge of the table, keeping herself from moving while I pounded her.

It was hard not to go a little crazy, my name printed across her chest, bouncing with her breast and her writhing under me. Her thighs in my hands, I put her legs over my shoulders and started pulling out to my tip and ramming into her so hard, my own head spun.

"Oh god...yes Mamo...YES! AH, MAMO!"

She clenched me so hard, I struggled to pull out and my entire body throbbed with my orgasm. Usagi was still screaming my name when I fell over her, grabbing the end of the table above her head to help me pull myself into her. No one around so neither of us was holding back, myself included as I screamed her name, some semblance of sentences coming out of me as I tried to tell her she was fucking amazing. I was still twitching inside her, laying with most of my weight on top of her for a few moments. She just ran her hands up and down my back, whispering little things like how she loved me and how good I made her feel. It was hard not to fall in love with her all over again when she did things like this. From making me boneless from sex to her screaming my name in the stands for me, to causing my heart to race with her words or a single smile. I'd fall in love with her over and over again if given the chance, but that would require me falling out of love with her first and that was impossible.

Somehow, her panties had managed to stay on my shoulder the entire time and I tried not to take offense in that, sliding them back up on Usagi's hips with a little help from her. My shorts back in place, I climbed onto the table with her and she curled into me. Silent for a long time, we just looked at the stars, just as we had as children.

Her face found its way into my neck, rubbing her nose against my skin. "You have it wrong you know. You're my lucky charm, I'm not yours."

I shifted a little, trying to see her eyes but she had them hidden. "How is that?"

The hold she had on my shirt tightened, her leg wrapping a little higher on my thigh and I grabbed it with my hand. "I always wanted to be in the same classes as you so I studied hard but all I could do was just barely miss the advanced line. And now I've applied to multiple colleges, all in Seattle because you believed in me. I wouldn't be where I am now if it wasn't for you."

"I wouldn't be where I am now if it wasn't for you." Her head popped up, looking at me and finally letting me see her eyes, "You were...are my best friend, my only friend for all of my life. Everything I am, the person I am today is because you were always there for me. And because I love you."

Putting an elbow under her, she propped her face upon her fist. "Well, that proves it I guess."

"Proves what?"

Her face was so fucking adorable, I was putty. "That we are meant to be! In love! Soul mates!"

She said it so easily, defining us in a way I hadn't dared to say out loud for the past two months of knowing. Even without any doubt, I wanted to hear her theories. "Soul mates?"

Her furious nod on top of her fist had my heart swelling in my chest. "Real, true, soul mate kind of love changes you. It makes you a better person, into your best person without trying. It just...happens. Because that love builds you up. And you build me up, Mamo."

A gentle push on the arm that held her and she slowly fell to me, letting me kiss her. She pulled away but hovered close. "You build me up too, Usako. To the highest peak."

Her eyes danced around my face as she looked down at me, a grin pulling at one side of her face before lowering it to mine again. A hand in her hair to hold her, we planted slow, wet kisses on one another.

Tired of holding her weight, she fell to me completely and I pulled her even more on top of me. A few more sweet caresses and she flopped to my chest, a content sigh coming from her. Tiny fingers ran up and down my arm, a small tickle coming from it while I played with her hair, endless locks uncontained so she could get a helmet over her head.

"Minako's Halloween Party is this Friday. Are we still going costume shopping tomorrow?" I groaned, it vibrating through my chest to hers. "Mamo, you promised."

"Ug..fine. But I am not wearing anything stupid."

She giggled, dancing on my chest. "We will steer clear of the 'stupid' section."

A grunt from me and I lifted us both up to sit. "I better get you home unless you want to be grounded for all of that….which doesn't sound too bad…"

Usagi jumped off the table, "Mamoru Chiba!" I chuckled through my shudder, knowing she was serious when she used my full name. "I have been going to Minako's party for years now, so whether you go or not, I will be there."

"What? You would go without me?"

Hands on her hips, she shook her head as she walked towards my bike. "I get it, you don't like parties and that's fine. You don't have to go if you don't want to, but I do. We don't have to be one of those couples that does everything together."

I leapt off the table and was at her side in a heartbeat, "You're giving me an out?"

"There is nothing less fun than a fussy Mamo."

I grabbed her hips to stop her slow walk to my bike, "What exactly goes on at this party?"

She shrugged, "Dancing and drinking. Some people hooking up."

"Hooking up?"

"You know, making out. Although this year I'm sure they will be hooking up with sex…"

"And you don't want me to come?!"

Her eyes got big and her lips full, "I didn't say that Mamo. I want you to come."

My knees faltered with how she drew out the word 'come' and curled her lips around it. "So what you're telling me is, if I go to this party, we will slip into the back and have sex?"

She smirked, thick lips tugging up at a corner, "After we dance."

"Dance…"

My blood slowed at the idea but Usagi ran her hands up my chest to my shoulders. "Yes, dance. Like foreplay."

"So shall I pick you up at noon tomorrow?"

She laughed, my change of tune obvious a mile away. "Noon sounds perfect."

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