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bbsmuts · 2 months ago

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Anything For The Team ft. Jeon Somi

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

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

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

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

-상훈

Length: 6.61k

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

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

BRRRRRT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, it clicked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The nearest one approached her with a cameraman.

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

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

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

"Tottenham."

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

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

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

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

"I-I beg your pardon?"

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

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

She didn't directly deny it, either.

"So it wasn't you?"

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

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

"Thank you for your time, Miss Somi."

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

...

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

"Hello?" She said, accepting the call.

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

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

"You're by yourself, I presume?"

"Yes, what is it?"

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

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

"Yes, it was." Her smile widened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His double meaning was not missed.

"When and where do I go?"

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

"Thanks, I'll be there."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's me."

"Hop in."

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

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

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

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

Somi returned the bow. "Machangajilo, oppa."

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

"Mm, like what you see, boys?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready for round two...daddies?"

...

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

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

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

"Yes, ma'am."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you say boys?" Nedeljković asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What did you just say to me?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course it does, you dumbass whore!"

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

"I'm sorry, sir!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Say it properly."

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

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

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

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

"Get better at football."

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

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

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

"Care to take that back?"

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

"Do you wanna cum?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait! I'm still here!"

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

"Let me go! Please!"

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

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

...

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

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celestie0 · 1 year ago

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gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

kickoff ch. 3 returning the favor

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fem reader, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

ᰔ chapter. 3/x (probably 12)

ᰔ words. 4.5k

a/n. hope you enjoy! i really had fun incorporating a lot of the other characters in this one.

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|| 9:21AM Gojo Satoru sent you a photo

|| 9:22AM Gojo Satoru: Here’s our practice schedule for the week. Honestly, it’s better if you come when we do practice games or something, since on other days we just do drills or strength training, but coach doesn’t really tell us what we’re doing beforehand so would probs have to play it by ear

|| 9:27AM Gojo Satoru: Oh yeah, we’ve got a big game in three weeks on the 28th. It’ll decide if we’re automatically seeded into the top 16 teams bracket, which is really crucial if we want to eventually bring home the championship. Not sure when your assignment is due, but that would be a good official game to come to

|| 9:28AM Gojo Satoru: Let me know as soon as you can if you want to make that game. I’ll have to ask coach to get the referee sign-off for you to be on-field during play at least a week before

You look down at all the messages he was sending you during class on a Monday morning. After he sent you that house party details post from his fraternity’s Instagram page last week, their posts kept popping up in your feed and you saw one this morning with a bunch of the guys in the frat, Gojo included, shotgunning beers until 3AM last night. You marvel at how he’s somehow not hungover beyond repair and is texting you before noon.

Pressing and holding on to his messages, you give him little thumbs up reactions and you decide on a heart reaction for the picture he sent you of the practice schedule. Then, you set your phone down and look at the video of the men’s soccer team highlights your professor was playing from the game a week and a half ago.

“Here, here, this right here. Midfielder #24 surveyed the field, spotting #13 making a run for it down the flank. Pinpoint pass to left winger, who starts steering through defenders, but loses the ball. Then, center forward #10 steals the ball back! He steals the ball, he fucking steals the fucking ball back!” Your professor was running back and forth in front of the projector screen, his finger following the movement of the soccer ball in the video. Your heart jumps a beat when Gojo shows up on screen, with his signature #10 jersey, and some people in the lecture hall stand up in excitement with the professor. “Beelines towards the goal, and BAM! Goalie stood no fucking chance, ball sent immaculately into the back of the net. Victory for UTokyo, 2-1, in the last seconds of the game!" Your professor cheers and jumps up and down. Some people cheer with him, others sigh, others are in awe, and some simply clap.

Another entire lecture goes by where the professor spends absolutely no time going over film photography theory and instead just talks about how soccer used to be back in his day. You approach him after class, clutching your laptop case to your chest, and it’s only when you clear your throat in front of him that he finally looks up at you from the podium.

“Oh, y/n, how can I help you?” He asks as he shoves his phone back in his pocket.

“Hey, professor. Bit of a request, could I have like two extra days for my assignment? There’s this event that I really want to use for the subject matter but it’s the day before the deadline, and I would need some time to develop my photos,” you say in the politest tone you can muster up.

“Yeah, sure. Just get it in before the end of the deadline week,” he says nonchalantly. “Looking forward to seeing it. Good work on the last one, by the way.”

You give him a smile and a word of appreciation before turning on your heel and making it up the stairs to exit the lecture hall, pulling your phone out of your tote bag.

|| 9:53AM You: i can make it on the 28th. please get that referee permission for me

You press your lips together as you press send, and then type a bit more.

|| 9:54AM You: and thanks a lot

Your stomach is suddenly growling and you’re about to head over to the student hub when your phone starts ringing. You look down at the contact name that says Nobara and pick up.

“Hey, Nobie, what’s up,” you say as you make your way towards the heart of campus, enjoying the light breeze as the sun peeked through the clouds.

“Where are you? Didn’t we have a Film Club meeting today?” She asks you, her tone a bit impatient. “We were supposed to discuss that collaboration with the school newsletter.”

Shoot. You forgot. These days, you were a bit too distracted by recent happenings, like Mina practically falling head-over-heels for a guy that was quite possibly the opposite of her type, the towering amount of class assignments that never seemed to end, and this whole arrangement you were trying to coordinate with Gojo Satoru. The Film Club meeting totally slipped your mind. You were supposed to head out of class a bit early to make it on time. “I’m so sorry, Nobara. I totally forgot about it. I’m unfortunately all the way on the other end of campus right now. I typed up some notes in the document, can you just run those by them? If we need anything else, I’ll reach out to them by email.”

She sighs on the other end of the line. “Yeah. I’m not good at these conversations, but I guess as President I should be better at them anyways. I’ll let you know how it goes.” And then she hangs up.

Mentally happy that you were at least free of one other obligation today, you prepare to make your way to the dining hall when your phone vibrates again.

|| 10:01AM Gojo Satoru: Will do, and sure thing. By the way, you free right now? Coach is having us do a practice game, probably for around 2 hours

You squint your eyes at his message, considering the opportunity. You didn’t have any other classes left for the day and were just going to grab something to eat before heading home, but now you wonder if you should make it to this practice session. He did say that you have to be flexible since he doesn’t even know exactly what they’ll end up doing before practice, so you figured this might be your only chance this week to practice capturing shots of them as they play, since it seemed like they had Tuesday & Friday off based on Gojo’s schedule picture. Unfortunately, you only brought your digital camera with you today since your film camera was too heavy to carry around unless you knew you needed it, but you can still do a lot with digital that would help for the film camera shoot. You could make it work.

|| 10:05AM You: yeah, i’m free. i was just gonna grab something to eat first, and then i’ll head over to the field in maybe 15 min. but i’m not exactly sure how to get onto the field, or where the entrance is…

He adds a heart reaction to your message which startles you a little bit. An accident, maybe?

|| 10:06AM Gojo Satoru: Lol, just meet me at that weird art sculpture they put up last semester. The one that cost like all of our tuition money. I’ll walk you to the field

You let out a sigh, somewhat nervous that you'll be seeing him again soon. The last time you saw Gojo was when you left him standing unceremoniously at the kitchen island with a somewhat offending comment. Nonetheless, he didn’t necessarily seem angry at you. Quite the opposite, actually. He’s been way more helpful than you had ever anticipated. You started to feel like the effort you put into getting Mina to go to that house party was nothing compared to the effort he was putting in for you to ace this assignment.

Stopping by your school’s mini grocery store, you pick up a sandwich plus some strawberry vanilla soda, and take some bites as well as some sips as you leisurely make your way to the expensive art sculpture near the sports fields. As you get closer to it, you see Gojo from a distance talking to some people. A few of them were guys, a few of them girls, and he was laughing out loud at something one of the girls said. A part of you wonders what it’s like to be adored by so many people.

When he spots you at the other side of the cross walk, he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he’s hurriedly saying goodbye to the group in front of him. Their heads turn to each other in confusion before turning their attention in your direction as he makes his way over to you.

“Hey,” he says as he lightly jogs up to the sidewalk you were standing on. You notice he’s wearing a black long sleeve undershirt with a short-sleeved blue one on top, along with some athletic black shorts and running shoes. When he brushes some of his hair away from where it had fallen near his eyes, your heart skips a beat at his handsome expression. A smile graces his face. “You ready?”

You nod, swallowing the mouthful of sandwich you didn’t realize you had stopped chewing, and follow his lead as the two of you cut across behind the batting cages of the school’s softball training area. Your eyes fell to Gojo’s back as he walked on the pavement. His shoulders were broad, shoulder blades pulling the upper half of the fabric of his clothing somewhat taut across as the rest of it freely flowed down to his lean lower back. The long sleeved shirt he wore underneath was pretty loose-fitting, but you could still see the thickness of his muscles. With every step that he took, his calves flexed in a way that made you realize he must really work out.

“What are you eating?” He says as he turns around to face you, walking backwards for a few paces as he looks at your hands.

“Oh, just a veggie sandwich,” you answer as you hold it up next to your face. “Campus delicacy.”

His smile widens. “And what are you drinking?” This time he asks with a bit more curiosity.

“It's strawberry vanilla soda,” you say as you juggle all of the things you were holding in your arms.

“Can I have some?” He asks with a somewhat innocent tone. “The soda, I mean. I’ve never had that flavor.”

You hesitate, but alas you were a people-pleaser. “Sure.”

He halts his movements and so you do too, and he closes the gap between you two in one exaggerated stride. His hand gently pulls the soda bottle out from where it was tucked into your elbow to keep it from falling. You notice the veins on his hand get more defined as he squeezes & twists to release the cap and it sends something akin to a wave of arousal through your body, entirely startling you. But when he brings the bottle up to his lips with his head tipping backwards, drinking directly from it, neck bobbing as he swallows and a single drop trickles down the expanse of his jawline, the arousal directly hits you at your core.

“Hm,” he licks his lips. “That’s pretty good.”

You’re standing there in shock, your grip on your sandwich causing dents in the bread. He dabs the stray droplet of liquid at his chin with the back of his hand and turns around to keep walking ahead, making his way up the stairs onto what looks like a grassy field. It takes you a second to start moving too, and by then you need to do a light jog just to catch up to him.

There’s a comfortable silence that develops between the two of you and when you glance at Gojo, you notice his eyes are closed and there’s a serene smile on his face, a gust of wind pushing the hair up out of his forehead and sending the blades of grass dancing across the hilly field. You smile too at the sensation of cool wind on your skin. It was a beautiful day outside with sparkling sunshine and quiet whistling wind.

“Can I ask you something?” You say after contemplating if you should interrupt his somewhat meditative state.

“You can ask me anything,” he easily replies.

“Why are you so willing to help me out with my assignment?”

He turns his head to look at you with a neutral expression. “Because you did me a favor.”

You sigh. “I know…but it really wasn’t that hard to convince Mina to go to that party. I feel like you’re helping me out way more than I helped you out.” A small ladybug lands on the fabric of your jeans and you marvel at it before it flutters its wings and flies away.

He’s silent for a second. “Honestly, when you agreed to help me out with Todo’s little crush, which by the way I had to do because I lost a bet, and you mentioned something about terms and conditions in your message,” he starts to say, a brief pause making its way between the sentence as if he was actively trying to relive that first night he was texting you, “I thought you were going to ask for something sexual in return.”

Your mouth drops at his line of thinking, suddenly mortified. That’s how your message came across to him? Oh my God, you had to rethink how you texted everyone in your life from now on.

“I mean, weren’t you being a little flirty? ‘My terms and conditions will come later’. Or do I just have some weird sexual brain rot?” His eyes are still on you, his tone way too casual in your opinion for this sudden topic of conversation. You also realize that he thinks having sex with him would be returning you the favor. And then you try not to think about how good he probably is in bed.

When you can’t think of what to say and just stare at him with wide eyes, he smiles and stretches his arms out in front of him as another gust of wind passes by. “Well, anyways, when you shared what you actually wanted from me and it ended up being a pretty earnest request…let’s just say I was emotionally moved by your dreams and aspirations.” He says that last part somewhat dramatically and you roll your eyes, sending him an annoyed look. “A little disappointed, but nonetheless moved.”

“Wow, you’re the type of person that would trade favors for sex?” you ask him with a sneer to your tone.

He sends a lazy smirk to you over his shoulder to where you’re trailing behind him now. “Not really, no, can’t say I’ve ever done it before,” he says slyly, “probably would’ve made an exception for you, though.” And then he’s giving you a wink.

You can’t help but blush a little. He was definitely just teasing you, some hobby of his that he does just to constantly get a kick out of the people around him since he knows he just has that much of an effect on them, so you try not to let his words get past your skin to the more vulnerable parts of you. He’s reading your expression before he speaks up again.

“We’ve already started this little return favor of yours, so no take-backs. It’s an eye for an eye. Not an eye for an eye and throw some casual sex in there, too.” He makes his way up what seems to be the largest hill across the field and he stops at the top, peering out at whatever was across from it. When you made your way to the top too, your eyes widened as you saw an expanse of flat grassiness covered in orange cones, green land markers, white chalk outlines, and netted goals. Oh, and a lot of men. “Alright, you freaky little photographer. Here are your muses.”

You let out the breath you were holding in and smiled, hands immediately reaching for your digital camera case within your tote bag. A wave of creativity and inspiration hit you as you were finally able to lay your eyes on your subject matter and setting, and you couldn’t wait to get started.

Gojo makes his way down the hill and you stumble after him. He high-fives a couple of his teammates that were leaving the first wave of practice and makes his way over where the second-wave practice players were stretching on the field and running laps.

“C’mon, Itadori, I’ve seen snails with a more urgent sense of direction than you! Pick up those goddamn knees!” You hear a loud voice from a few feet away from you and flinch, eyeing the scary looking man that had a…Pomeranian dog in his arms? He was wearing a black athletic jumpsuit and had extremely tinted, thick sunglasses on. His facial hair was a bit jarring and you immediately decided you were scared of him, despite how gently he was petting the little dog cradled in his arms.

“That’s coach Yaga,” Gojo says beside you with a smile on his face and his hands on his hips. “Real nice guy.”

You turn to give him a suspicious look and he just returns it with a wider smile.

“Hey! It’s y/n,” you hear a somewhat familiar voice call out and you glance at the direction it came from. You see Geto standing next to Nanami and he whacks his hand against the blonde's chest to get his attention when he makes eye contact with you before jogging over. You see Gojo put his hands in his shorts pockets in your periphery. “What are you doing here?”

You give him a shy smile, suddenly embarrassed by the attention. “Here to take some photos.”

“Are you with the school newsletter?” Nanami’s smooth voice says as he approaches Geto, standing next to him. They both were wearing matching blue tracksuits.

“No, I’m not. Just here to…take some photos for one of my classes. It’s for a film photography assignment.” You suddenly wished you were part of the school newsletter committee, so that you could at least provide them with some positive publicity with your photos. You wondered if they would think you’re just using them. As if Gojo could read your mind, he patted Geto harshly on the back and let out a loud, obnoxious laugh.

“Hear that, punks? She wants to try and take some nice photos of you lot. Be grateful! Of course, your grotesque appearances cannot simply be fixed by any technology yet known to man,” Gojo says rather loudly, continuing to smack Geto on the back. Geto has a small pitiful smile on his face and Nanami just looks annoyed. You feel lighter somehow, less tense.

“Okay, cool, let us know if we can help in any way,” Geto says kindly as he sits down on the grass to continue stretching out his legs. “Oh by the way, Satoru, Chosou’s out sick today so you might need to cover for goalie.”

“What? Why’s that fucker always getting sick?” Gojo says as he walks towards one of the duffle bags on the bench, and you assume it’s his. He pulls out a water bottle. “He needs to stop eating that goddamn grocery store sushi.”

“Oh! Oh! It’s you,” another somewhat familiar voice calls out from ahead. You see a guy wearing a dark blue jacket that had a red hood approaching you from the inner field. Then you recognize he was that guy at the entrance of the house party that called you a- “It’s casual tomboy!”

Your eye twitches slightly as you take in your appearance. Sure, you were wearing jeans again, but your top was somewhat stylish and feminine. He arrives in front of you and notices the digital camera hung at your neck. “Hey, what’s that?” He points directly at your midriff where the camera sat. He almost pokes his finger right through the delicate attachable lens that cost you nearly two months of rent.

“A little rude, Yuuji,” Geto says, grunting as he switches from one stretch to the other.

Yuuji gets closer to you to study the camera and you instinctively lean away from him before Gojo is grabbing him by the hood of his jacket and yanking him away from you, Yuuji’s arms flailing out in front of himself in a struggle. “Hey, get back to practice. You’re not allowed to talk to pretty seniors.”

Coach Yaga grunts and crosses his arms from where he stood a few feet away, the tiny pomeranian now barking at his feet. “I never said you could stop running laps, Itadori! Get your ass back out there! I’ll be sending you to recreational soccer for the rest of your freshman year if you don’t get your damn head straight!” Gojo lets go of Itadori’s hood and the poor boy is scrambling across the field to join what seems like the other first-years for their warm-up laps. Coach Yaga turns to you and gives a hmph before vaguely gesturing to you. “May I know what you’re doing out on my field?”

“Coach!” Gojo says, making his way over to the scary man. He slings his arm around his neck and the man just continues to glare at him through his sunglasses. “She’s with me today. Photographer y/n will be taking some handsome photographs of you that you can send to your wife, and then maybe your wife will actually want to-”

Coach Yaga puts Gojo in a headlock and Gojo’s instantly tapping on his back to get him to ease up. “I dare you to finish that sentence, boy.”

You let out a small laugh. This was certainly a lively bunch. Nanami approaches you and expresses interest in your camera. You lift it up for him to take a closer look. He pinches his chin between his bent index finger and thumb, as if he was a detective analyzing a crime scene. “I see…so this is a film camera.”

“Ah…” you laugh awkwardly. “No, this is just a digital camera.”

“I see…so this is a digital camera,” he repeats, equally as intrigued.

The time eventually comes along where all the players start the practice match. There’s obviously not enough players out on the field for full teams on each side, but they’re split into 1st & 4th years vs. 2nd & 3rd years. You learn that the second wave practice group has the talented players at the top of each of their year groups. Gojo doesn’t seem to participate in the practice match despite one team having to omit having a goalie since the coach requested he sit out to watch the plays and make suggestions. You’re a bit sad you don’t get to see him play, but figured you’ll have a chance in the future. You take a few snapshots as one of the other first-years, a quiet boy named Megumi, kicks the ball towards the goal that ends up bouncing off the goal frame. You spend some time tweaking the exposure, zoom, and focus until you feel like you have a pretty good idea of the settings you’ll need to get some fluid shots.

When you look up over the field again, raising your digital camera to your face, you notice Gojo looking at you from across the field where he stood at the sidelines. You both keep your gaze on one another for a couple of seconds, and you boldly lift the camera up to your eye, taking a few snapshots of him. When you pull it away, look down at the results on the small screen, and then glance back up at him, his eyes are slightly wide. Something stirs within you when you remember his words from earlier: I thought you were going to ask for something sexual.

Your mind wanders back to the party from last weekend, and the feeling of him leaning down next to your ear in the kitchen as he said “Thanks, I owe you one. Find me later, ‘kay?” The memory itself made your cheeks feel warm. Did he…think that something was going to happen that night at the party? Probably would’ve made an exception for you…Disappointed, but nonetheless moved. Somewhere in the haziness of your thoughts, you realize that meant that Gojo would’ve wanted to sleep with you if that was indeed your condition.

When you look to the other side of the field again, Gojo’s eyes are still on you but his handsome face looks a bit troubled, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly pursed. You couldn’t really tell what he was thinking, but for some reason you felt like he could tell what you were. When you raised an eyebrow at him, his face relaxed and he slowly shook his head as if to say it's nothing.

Coach Yaga’s sharp whistle cuts through the silent conversation you two were having as he yells, “alright, boys. Practice over! Go stretch yourselves out.”

You quickly stuff your digital camera back into its case and collect your things into your tote bag. In your peripheral vision, Gojo’s making his way over to you and when he’s right next to you, you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“How’d it go? Get some good shots?” he asks, sounding genuinely interested.

“Um, yeah, I think so.” You’re still not looking at him, pretending to fiddle with something in your tote bag. He leans down a bit to look at your face more clearly when he notices you’re not meeting his gaze, but you still struggle to make eye contact with him. “I’ve gotta go, can you tell the guys I said bye?” And then you’re making your way up the hill.

There’s a beat of silence as confusion washes over him from your behavior. “Hey, wait, y/n, do you know how to get back to campus?”

You spin to face him when you're at the top of the hill, finally looking him in the eye. There’s a concerned expression on his face. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Thanks a lot for today. Let me buy you a strawberry vanilla soda sometime, okay?” Flashing him a small smile, you turn around and run down the hill, ignoring the fast beating of your heart.

a/n. thanks a bunch for reading!

➸ take me to chapter four!

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cottonlemonade · 4 months ago

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Accidental Confession

word count: 1562 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: rival!Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with smidgen of spice, enemies to lovers

warnings: mdni

request: fluffy-spicy, accidental confession with rival Kuroo, as manager

When you moved to Tokyo, you had your pick of schools. You could have gone to Fukurodani or even Itachiyama, the entrance exams to either was a joke, but after you visited a local volleyball tournament with your parents you decided on Nekoma. Their persistence, strategy and determined gameplay was hypnotizing and your fascination for the club was born. You wanted to be a part of the team, design tactics against individual opponents and fantasized about giving the decisive hint to lead them to victory. So imagine your disappointment, when you met the team in your first year and some bed-headed, cocky boy went at it with the libero. From what you gathered, the libero, Yaku, had badly defeated the other one, Kuroo, during a game in middle school and Kuroo had been salty ever since. Instead of trying to mediate you agreed with Yaku‘s arguments and took his side, turning Kuroo from a mildly annoying nuisance into the enemy.

On the other side, it took Kuroo two summers to realize that all his proverbial pigtail-pulling meant he was in love. The feeling hit him one afternoon as he lounged upside down on Kenma‘s bed, watching his friend defeat the latest boss in a video game. Kuroo’s mind began to wander to the previous week when Kenma had pointed out that he had mentioned you six times in as many minutes and the realization was so earth-shattering that he nearly slid to the floor.

When you met him again in the hallway on your first day back of third year, you were prepared for whatever lame comment would come your way. What you didn’t expect was him avoiding your eyes and hurrying around the corner. You squinted, a skeptical frown plastered on your face. As you walked past he was casually conversing with the water fountain. What was he playing at?

“Hey, demon spawn, do you have a minute?”

Yaku looked up from the cup ramen he was slurping in the convenience store and although a little miffed that his quality after school time was interrupted, he nodded to the empty seat next to him.

Kuroo plopped down and Yaku began twirling a new ball of noodles around his chopsticks, thinking nothing more than this would probably concern homework or volleyball.

There was no use to dance around the subject.

“Does y/n ever talk about me?“

The libero almost choked and Kuroo waited until he calmed down, not moving a muscle to help.

“With deepest hatred, yeah.“, Yaku eventually pressed out and wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.

“You sure?“

“Very sure.“

“Maybe it’s just a front for her real feelings because obviously she wouldn’t wanna tell you that she is madly in love with me and-“

“No no. She really really hates you.“

“But I’m so lovable...“, Kuroo pouted, earning a scoff from his fellow teammate.

“Why are you asking, anyway? You better not try pulling some dumb prank on her.” Yaku scowled.

“Me? Never. - I just… I was just wondering, that’s all.”

“That’s a really weird thing to wonder about.”

“Do you never have a self-absorbed day? Hahaha…” Kuroo laughed nervously and grabbed the still wrapped melon bread next to Yaku, opening the package and taking a large bite to muffle his still ongoing awkwardness.

“Hey!”

“Just doing you a favor. These aren’t good for you.”, Kuroo said wisely through a mouthful of pillowy bread and, swallowing laboriously, added, “Sorry, gotta go. Thanks for this.”

Unfortunately, the uselessly tall jerk was nimble in his movements and jumped up to rush out of the glass doors. Yaku was about to pounce but the convenience store clerk asked him for quiet and, apologizing over and over with deep bows, he went back to his ramen, groaning inwardly because the noodles had gotten soggy.

Alright. He had three options. Pine for the rest of his days, wear you down over time with his infinite charm or confess and run away before you could insult him. None of them really tickled his fancy and with his disadvantageous starting point of “deepest hatred” - as per Yaku - his chances were slim but there was nothing else for it.

“So…” Kuroo ignored your rolling eyes when you turned to him. It was after practice on a Friday and he figured if he confessed now he had all weekend to hide in case it would go south.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Why?”

You eyed him suspiciously, standing there all tall and handsome in the utility room. He had just wheeled in the basket of volleyballs, subconsciously placing his hand on one of them for support. Hoping no one would bear witness to his almost certain failure he closed the door behind him. He did it gently so you didn’t think he was trapping you, but the gesture made you raise a brow nonetheless.

When he didn’t answer right away you snapped, “What’s it to you?”

You ducked your head a bit at your tone. The hostility was of course just a front for your real feelings because obviously you wouldn’t want to tell Yaku that you were madly in love with Kuroo and -

“I thought maybe you wanna grab a drink at the convenience store on the way home.”

He increased the pressure on the ball, tension running through his body and his heart throbbed loudly in his ears.

To his surprise you didn’t shoot him down immediately but just asked, “Who else is coming?”

“No one?”

“Why?”

“Be…cause I want to be alone with you?”

“Why?”

Abort, abort, abort!

“Because I like you?”, he offered and gave you a smile that may have been an attempt at “winning volleyball captain” but only reached “uncomfortable idiot” at best. He flinched when you started laughing, then, in his desperation to save face joined in, although robotically.

“That was a good one.”, you admitted.

“Yeah… definitely. Got you good…”, he said lamely, “Well it’s been great talking to you as always. Remember this was a joke. Not serious. At all! Definitely didn’t confess to you just now, okay? - Okay, cool. See ya bye!”

He spun on his heel, internally rolling his shoulders, ready for a sprint to get far away, and a moment later inspected the useless door handle in his hand. A loud clunk kindly let him know that the other side of the handle had broken off as well. Oh no.

“Kuroo, that’s not funny.”

“I agree.”, he said, much calmer than he felt, and raised his hand to knock on the metal door, “Hello?! Anyone?! Can someone open the door, please?! There are people stuck in here!”

You took out your phone and dialed Yaku’s number. But after ringing through to voicemail twice, you sent him a text. “They’re all probably already in the shower.”, you said, “Mori will get the text eventually and come to help.”

“Did you tell him you’re in here with me? Cause that might delay his response time.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well he wouldn’t really rush to help me, wouldn’t he?”

You crossed your arms and, adding an exasperated sigh, said, “You know, you guys are so childish. Why can’t you just get along?”

“We’re childish?”, he asked with mocking disbelief, “We are not the ones who hate on the incredibly charming, suave, level-headed captain for no reason.”

Being met with silence he added quietly, “Too much?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t hate you so much if you weren’t so damn kissable. It’s annoying.”, you muttered.

“What?”

“I said, you’re annoying!”

“And the part before that?”

“Didn’t say anything before that. You’re hearing things, grandpa.”

“Nooo, I definitely heard the word kissable.”

“Aww, going senile?”

“Hey, listen! You’re no different, okay?! If you weren’t so god damn cute all the time I wouldn’t have to ask for notes on lessons so often! You’re freaking distracting!”

You squared your shoulders, your body turning warm from embarrassment and, because you didn’t know what else to feel, completely unfounded offense.

“Oh, you think it’s easy for me?! With that stupidly great hair you’re always sporting?! And don’t even get me started on your voice! Makes me wanna drag you into an empty classroom!”

“What about your fruity lipgloss, huh?! You’re just asking me to stare!”

“And your biceps?!”

“And your hips?!”

“Your dumb weirdly hot smile?!”

“Why are we yelling nice stuff?!”

“Because I like you, too, you idiot!”

A moment’s pause draped itself between you, only disturbed by the breathless panting on either side.

“Yeah?”, he said finally, “Prove it.”

You unceremoniously closed the distance between you and pushed him back against the metal door, standing on tiptoes and grabbing the front of his jersey for good measure. The coward eventually unfroze and gripped your pudgy waist to pull you closer. His hands were everywhere and you gasped when he squeezed your ass, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. When you needed to come up for air he instead opted for dipping his head lower, kissing your neck, obviously determined to leave a hickey if he continued as he did. And you were very much about to let him when the door opened and both of you tumbled out. Kuroo made sure to cushion your fall, holding you safely in his arms when you landed on top of him and looked up to meet the utterly disgusted grimace of Yaku.

a/n: I got three accidental confession requests for Kuroo in slightly different variations xD so I decided to kind of mash them all together. For a purely fluffy non-manager option I have A Chaotic Confession if you’d like to check it out ^^ thank you so much to the three anons who requested this prompt. I hope you enjoyed it 🌟 (special thanks to @haikyu-mp4 for helping me out of a corner with this one!)

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cheemscakecat · 1 month ago

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How each Tf2 merc would act if they were alone at Fazbear’s Frights.

Inspired by watching FNAF vs Tf2 Ep 2 [go watch it]

Engineer:

>Ignores the phone call. Fixes the faulty ventilation and security system in like 15 minutes [if it even takes that long]

>Notices Springtrap moving on the cameras as he’s double checking that he fixed them.

>Builds an Engineer nest out of whatever was in his toolbox +the box in the security office.

>Ignores the hallucinations after the first one.

>Springtrap gets gunned down by a sentry in the doorway to the office. Alternatively, if Springtrap tries going into the office through the vent, he’ll be A. Gunned down via shotgun, or B. Tore up by a newfangled building that Engineer built inside the vent. [It depends on how much scrap Engie had to work with]

>Engineer proceeds to leave Fazbear’s fright now that the danger has passed.

Sniper:

>Ignores the phone call. Uses the security panel out of curiosity and notices Springtrap move.

>Decides to make a blockage in the vent using the box of old parts in the office. That’ll slow the “buggering old mold rabbit” down and make a commotion if he goes that way.

>Aims the rifle at the doorway, with the Kukri ready in case Springtrap tries to get in through the vent.

>Tries to slash one of the hallucinations, realizes it’s a hallucination, and proceeds to ignore them in favor of watching for Springtrap.

>Springtrap is shot in the knees and then chest as he tries to come through the doorway. If that isn’t enough to “kill” him, Sniper will proceed to slash him up with the Kukri. The fight goes about the same if Springtrap comes through the vent, but Sniper will probably lead with the Kukri to gain some distance before aiming with the rifle.

>Sniper makes sure to saturate Springtrap in pee before leaving Fazbear’s Fright and drinking in the clean night air.

Soldier:

>Listens to the phone call until he decides the caller is a hippie and hangs up. [Approximately 2 seconds]

>Messes around with the security cameras until he sees Springtrap move.

>Decides to leave the office because he doesn’t respect hippie instructions, or the faulty security panel.

>Soldier proceeds to lob grenades and crockets at each of the hallucinations. The structural integrity of the building is questionable, and there’s smoke and rubble everywhere.

>Springtrap tries to sneak up on Soldier in the smoke and kill him, but is thwarted by the fact that Soldier is built different. He doesn’t do nearly as much damage as hoped.

>Soldier either wrecks Springtrap with a grenade/crocket, or decides to get naked and beat him up. Springtrap ends up “dead” either way.

>Soldier leaves the building, which only crumbles after he leaves because funny.

Heavy:

>Listens to the phone call while also tapping on the security panel to see how it works.

>Notices Springtrap moving on the camera.

>Decides to get Sasha and leave the office to investigate.

>Jumps at one of the hallucinations before realizing it’s not real and proceeding on his way.

>Springtrap sits down at his spot and pretends not to be alive, hoping Heavy will be dumb enough to get close so he has a shot to bite him.

>Heavy shoots Springtrap with Sasha to see if he’s a hallucination/real “zombie cartoon”/a disguised Spy. Springtrap reacts to the pain and gets properly gunned down.

>Heavy decides to take the Freddy prop head as a souvenir and leaves Fazbear’s Fright.

>The prop head turns out to be haunted, but that was expected. After passing hands on the team for a while, Pyro ends up keeping the mask and having tea parties with it.

Scout:

>Tries to talk with the guy on the phone before realizing it’s a recording and giving up.

>Messes around with the security system, but gets bored of the camera before Springtrap moves.

>Decides to root through the box of props in the office just to see if there’s anything cool/interesting in it.

>Gets spooked by a hallucination while he’s playing with old props.

>Checks the camera again. Springtrap has moved.

>Panic

>Remembers he has a gun and a metal baseball bat.

>Remembers he has bonk.

>Scout drinks the bonk and bolts for the exit. The door is locked, so he starts trying to break it down with his body/the bat.

>Springtrap arrives, acting extra spooky because he assumes Scout is nothing more than a scaredy-cat man-child. And as someone who literally targeted defenseless children, scaredy-cat man-children are the next best thing. [William is pathetic fr]

>Scout responds by pulling out his gun and unloading every bullet into Springtrap’s chest and face. He then starts beating the everloving tar out of the ”weird freakin sewer rabbit” with the bat until it stops moving.

>Scout decides to run through the building so he can find the freaking keys. Once he finds them he leaves as soon as humanly possible.

Pyro:

>Listens to the phone, realizes it’s not Ms Pauling, and stops listening.

>Dumps out the box in the office, takes all the cute masks and desk toys, and wanders out into the attraction.

>Wanders through the attraction and plays with the props, hallucinations spring up to try and scare him. But he just waves and acts happy to see them.

>Springtrap, watching from afar, decides to trick this overgrown child like he tricked so many real kids all those years ago. After all, if this strange masked man-child is so keen on the hallucinations, it must mean he’ll look like a friendly rabbit again.

>Pyro stops frolicking as Springtrap comes up and tries to act nice. At first, Springtrap assumes he must just be surprised, but the seconds drag on and he is still just standing there, motionless.

>Pyro pulls out his axe and starts charging at “the bad man”. Springtrap tries to run away, but finds himself in a dead end.

>Springtrap is cut up with the axe and then set on fire.

>Pyro leaves the flaming building with arms full of old masks and toys.

Demoman:

>Answers phone, then hangs up and looks through the security panel.

>Doesn’t notice Springtrap moving and closes the camera.

>Starts drinking whatever alcohol he has with him.

>Gets spooked by a hallucination. Decides to look back at the cameras for other supernatural happenings.

>Notices Springtrap. Gets annoyed.

>Leaves bombs in the doorway and the vent, stands far enough away to avoid the explosions.

>Springtrap walks into bombs and explodes into chunks. Demoman realizes the air is getting too thick soon after and leaves the building.

Spy:

>Answers phone but gets annoyed listening to the phone guy’s voice and hangs up.

>Looks through the security panel and runs the ventilation because the building reeks of mildew and mold.

>Ventilation system breaks immediately afterwards. Gets annoyed and decides not to even try lighting a cigarette.

>Looks through the security cams and notices Springtrap moving.

>Decides that getting “Black mold mascot” material on his gloves, much less suit, is off the table. There will be no backstabbing this thing.

>Turns invisible with the revolver in hand. Creeps out into the attraction.

>Hallucinations appear but don’t get a reaction because he’s trained himself to be quiet. Hallucinations decide he’s no fun and give up.

>Sneaks up to Springtrap, identifies the smell of rotting meat and realizes there’s a zombie in the costume.

>Springtrap is shot in the exposed hole in his back and then in the head. Spy unloads all of the bullets in the revolver just to make sure this thing stays down.

>Spy leaves Fazbear’s Fright, making sure to get far away before attempting to light a cigarette. He decides to go into the nearest gas station to wash up, because the feeling of having Fazbear corpse air stuck to you is worse than a badly cleaned men’s room.

Medic:

>Answers phone, gets bored and then hangs up.

>Plays with the security system and notices Springtrap moving on the camera.

>Interest piqued, he leaves the office to go investigate.

>Springtrap gets knocked out with a tranquilizer dart and wakes up in the security office.

>The security panel has been strapped to Springtrap’s chest and allows him to talk via text. Medic asks how he became a zombie glued to the costume out of genuine curiosity.

>Springtrap decides Medic must be equally evil as him and proudly reveals that he’s a child murderer.

>William wakes up in Hell. Medic sold his soul to the devil to make sure he stayed in the ground.

>Medic leaves Fazbear’s fright and walks to the nearest bar so he can get out of the frightful bad mood he’s in.

#tf2 #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #Fnaf #Springtrap #Long post #Headcanons #go watch FNAF vs Tf2 #Medic packed him up with his bare hands btw #That man built like an oak tree.

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victonair · 4 months ago

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“Where’s the trophy? They just come running over to me” - in which you, a popular ace in NRC’s basketball team, is tricked into a deal involving your servitude to the esteemed Dorm Head of Octavinelle, Azul Ashengrotto

Or rather

The rather long blurb that the author wanted to write due brainrot, added with a short drabble

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be an attempt at writing headcanons, but unfortunately, I realized it looked too much like a oneshot. Aside from that, I would really appreciate any requests in my inbox for me to write! I’ll be able to write almost anything except anything that violates my rules! Please do request, I’d be very appreciative! I usually write about 1k-5k words so if you specify the word count, I’ll do just that!

Content Warnings: A bit of hatred on the reader’s part in the first part due to Azul tricking them into a deal. Both Reader and Azul are emotionally constipated. Reader is gender-neutral and is not Yuu. However, reader is implied to be quite brutish and strong physically - also slightly mean on their part. But to be fair, aren’t almost all NRC students mean?

At an early point in his life, Azul had decided that he had hated anything remotely athletic; if anything involved running, flying, and exerting effort into one’s body, he resigned himself to a more moody disposition. That’s why it was so ironic that he ended up coming to love someone who loved athletics and took to every sport, almost like their body was adapted to flying, running, and tackling - it was astounding how talented you were in sports. But there was one sport that he knew you had come to love the most: basketball.

You loved the teamwork, the strategy, and the physical exertion that took for you to run, jump, and shoot; it was exhilarating and for a time - he knew that it was the top priority in your life to stay on NRC’s prestigious team. That was until you met him, and at that point in time, it had been a gradual and slow descent into your relationship.

At first, he had thought you like one of those Savannaclaw brutes who took everything to the physical level, and well, you did. You tended to get physical with people who offended who you treasured, which meant your friends within the school. Despite your popularity, you had an infamous reputation for your opponents ending up in the school clinic with scars and bruises - you on the other hand, came out unscathed usually, sometimes with a bruise or two if your opponents were lucky.

However, unlike the students in Savannaclaw, you were surprisingly decent with your grades and student activity - it was more of your record that was a flaw, but that was overshadowed by your wins and your position as ace in the basketball team, winning over RSA as well, granting you popularity and favorable treatment by students who were either intimidated or respected you. Azul, however, thought you would be a valuable asset to carry out his bidding - influencing students to support his business or get students who were being unruly with their contracts to be on line. And really, all he needed to do was loop you into a deal.

And so he did, he took the opportunity to loop you into a deal, doing a deal with your friend first to trap them into servitude- service! The moment you heard about the incident, you came to threaten Azul with the intention of beating the ever living lights of him; however, this action came with Jade and Floyd standing behind him, looking at you menacingly - you could take at least one of them, but both of them? You would end up in the infirmary injured if you took both of them on. It was a losing battle, and so you listened to Azul’s proposition instead. Even though you were struggling not to punch the lights out of him.

The result was a frustrated yet resigned you, signing the contract that Azul offered - making you one of his lackeys, if you not being able to beat him up didn’t hurt your pride - then that did. From there, your relationship was quite rocky, you worked for him and some of things that your contract forced you to do were: to ‘gently’ remind (threaten) students who didn’t comply with their contracts or Azul’s demands, work in the Mostro Lounge for your fans to come there (you were basically free advertisement), and use your influence to promote Azul’s business. You were basically a lackey, and to make matters worse: sometimes, you were used as an errand runner. At those moments, you were tempted to just smash his head against the wall when he set you up for simple tasks.

Begrudgingly, you basically obeyed his commands and became someone he usually handed over tasks, even using your face and games to advertise you and himself to the general public. Now, to put it short how you felt with him - imagine a dartboard with his face plastered on a picture stapled on it, then imagine there being multiple darts thrown mid-air, landing perfectly on his face. That was how you felt about him. You wouldn’t say you hated him. No, that was rather too light - you despised him.

As a result of being in servitude to him, you were basically stuck around him for quite a lot of time. Your usual location if people wanted to find you was always in Octavinelle (if it wasn’t the gym or basketball court) and even then - Azul capitalized your time and appearance by requiring people to pay if they wanted to stay and chat with you. And due to being stuck with him, you repaid his ‘generosity’ ten-fold by proceeding to constantly banter and annoy him.

It was hell. Hell was in the form of one person and it was you. Azul tried his best to focus on working, but eventually he snapped back with insults as well; most of your time together was in the form of snarky comments and banter that took insults almost personal. Eventually, both of your insults lessened as you got to know each other better since you stayed by his side most of the time - however, it still didn’t change the despise you had for him. And this didn’t change for a while. Until the result of his breakdown and overblot.

Originally, when you saw the breakdown - you were supposed to say a snarky comment and insult him, thinking he got what he deserved. And well, he did - he successfully enslaved a majority of the student population and tried to involve the Prefect of Ramshackle into his schemes, but failed due to intervention. You were happy that he got what he deserved, and most of all: you were free. Free of the chains he had cast on you since the contract.

But when you saw him breakdown, something hurt inside you. You didn’t know why too, and as a result you ended up freezing as you saw tears coming out of his eyes. He had never displayed any type of genuine emotion, this was the only time that you had seen a genuine and vulnerable display from him. You didn’t interfere as he wailed in pain of losing everything he had worked for. Maybe in other worlds and timelines, you’d have been kinder, more patient, considerate - but in this one, you weren’t. You were selfish, brutish, and you had the capability to be cruel at times - you were the perfect example of an NRC student.

But maybe, you could be just somewhat kinder in this school, because clearly, most of these students couldn’t be. And for once, you didn’t make a selfish decision: you took off running and casting spells to eliminate the entity behind him. Putting your all, you fought alongside the students, despite almost getting injured many times. When all was said and done, and when he was defeated - you didn’t freeze this time. You took off running once more to his body, and quickly checked all his vital signs - and once the Head Master came, you took off to the infirmary and from there everything was a stressed blur.

Azul woke up with you beside him, sleeping on a chair - there were flowers on his bedside in the infirmary and there was only one question on his mind when you woke up: why were you here after everything he had done to you.

And with all honesty, you responded with the answer that you’ve been wondering yourself for all this time: you didn’t know. The clinic was white, everything smelled like alcohol and sterilized materials, and you two were the only people present there - both of you stared at each other with unknown emotions brewing within both of your eyes. Multiple conversations ensued and by the end of it, both of you were confused and unsure. It was a moment that both of you would never forget, as later in the future you would be thankful that this moment happened in the first place.

From there on out, despite your contract being eliminated, you took to staying by Azul’s side - albeit with general denial if you were asked and confusion of the public as well as your admirers and fans. Azul, himself, was confused with his development and at some point, asked what you wanted from him. Which you replied with the same answer that you answered with in the infirmary: you didn’t know.

Initially, you came to the conclusion that it was most likely a habit out of the time you had served under him. But that didn’t really explain your behavior; it didn’t explain why you stayed by his side like a guard dog and defended his name, both physically and verbally, when people bad-mouthed him. And somehow, you were almost…seemingly gentle with him.

Both you and Azul were baffled by your behavior, it was something that both of you wondered and analyzed, separately. Despite your unusual behavior though, he refused to let go of you, since you were the only one who ‘served’ under him since the dissolution of his contracts by the Dorm Head of Savannaclaw.

For some time, there was an awkward tension between the both of you; it was palpable to everyone that the both of you were in a sort of awkward stage. You didn’t know why you were defending and staying with Azul, while Azul wondered the same thing too. The awkwardness didn’t dissolve until the both of you settled into a routine with one rule, which was to never bring up why exactly in the first place you were still serving him without your contract.

The both of you got to know each other, despite your tense relationship - and through the routine, you took to staying in Azul’s office more - making sure to take care of him when he was overworking and generally trying to make life easier for him. And somehow, you ended up having a sort of complicated ‘relationship’ with him. With the both of you spending most of your time together, but denying any sort of relationship with each other, with Azul stating that he was paying you whilst you were saying that you just took an interest in him.

Rumors spread through the student body, and at first, you were okay with it. Until people began asking and you, yourself, was coming to a realization: you didn’t know what you felt for him at all. It wasn’t exactly a working relationship or a relationship at all. It was a secret third thing. Out of pressure and tension, you broke down - stopping your visits to him and avoiding him at all costs. To Azul, it provided its own realization, a slow realization that descended into hell for him. It was like Dante’s Inferno, except with the stages of grief - eventually going into acceptance that he felt something for you.

He was going to confront you. Eventually. The only problem was that you were avoiding at every turn, using either your fans, speed, and everything that was a force to be reckoned against to avoid him. When he realized, he couldn’t exactly confront you with the way you were using everything in your power to hide from his sight. It was only through Jade and Floyd catching you and threatening you, then proceeding to drag you to Azul’s office is when both of you were able to talk.

From there, it was a conversation between two emotionally constipated and repressed people that had never talked vulnerably in their life. It was one of the hardest conversations you had in your life, but at the end of it - you were trembling as you hugged him. You weren’t exactly dating yet, more in the middle ground.

But from then on, you stayed by his side most of the time and invited him to every one of your games. And through a lot of communication and painful slow burn, you eventually entered into a relationship.

That was why it wasn’t unusual for you to see him at one of the VIP spots in all your games, events, and sometimes, he’d even be seen at practices - handing you a small towel with a snarky comment on the tip of his lips because even after all this time, both of you had never stopped bantering.

It was well-known that you were devoted to him, and that was seen in every event, but it was established in one particular event which were the championships ending with two schools facing against each other: NRC and RSA.

The stadium roared with cheers as you landed the last point that would score you one point over RSA, it was a close play and you had thrown the ball in at a far length. The moment you did, you didn’t go running to your teammates, you didn’t run to your coach, nor did you run to your friends who were cheering you on from a podium. You didn’t freeze either; you were sweating and your ears rang with the victory you had scored - the big smile on your face was palpable. Despite your feet racing on the ground, you didn’t run to any of the people just mentioned. Instead, your eyes zoomed in into one face in the crowd: one face that you had your eye on the entire time you were playing and whenever there was a break.

You ran to Azul. You ran quickly with the biggest grin on your face, and when you reached him - you hugged him while murmuring repeatedly three words that echoed in your own little world.

“I love you.”

It was the only thing you repeated as you cupped his face, looking at him with pure adoration and devotion; you didn’t even notice how red he was and how the cameras were zooming onto you - the stadium screen focused on the both of you. And with the repitition of the three words, you did one last thing that staked your claim on him and the establishment of your love to the world. You kissed him.

The entire stadium roared, but really - you couldn’t care less. All you knew is that he was the constant in your life that you’d make sure stayed with you for as long as you lived. And you knew Azul thought the same thing as he cupped your cheek and planted a soft kiss on your lips once more.

#azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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melanieph321 · 1 year ago

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Ruben Dias x Reader Try Me Part 6/6

⚠️ This story will have an epilogue ⚠️

Summary - A six part series where reader is a very passionate football player and Ruben is her new and equally passionate football coach. However, the two of them can't seem to get along.

Enjoy!

The summer went by fast, too fast. Things were good, you were finally at peace. You and Mimi were still staying with Ruben and coach. Coach would keep Mimi busy during day which allowed you to commit to your training like never before.

Ruben and you decided to keep things between you on the down low, however, there would be the occasional slip up, like the plucking of somones fallen eyelash, or Ruben guiding you through a doorway with his hand on your lower back. It was all innocent enough not to raise any concerns amongst the team and your teammates. However, your latest slip up was a bit more difficult to excuse. It happned during the semifinals of the summer cup. The team was down in the first half but came through with the goals in the second. You were so happy to assist the game winner that when the referee blew the final whistle your teammates went to celebrate with each other on the pitch, whilst you ran in the other direction, towards Ruben, ambushing him by jumping into his arms.

The look on his face was priceless.

"There is..." He cleared his throat. ".....somone I'd like you to meet." He set you back down on the ground.

"Sorry."

You tried to collect yourself as Ruben waved for a man in a West Ham cap to come over.

"Y/N. This is Marco Silva, an internatinal football scout. He's been all over England during the summer cup, looking for young talents.

"I can see that." You smiled, eyeing his red and blue cap.

The man laughed and removed it from his head, revealing his full set of hair with a few grey hairstrands. "I just came from their camp. But Ruben here insisted that I come watch this game before I leave."

"Oh really, why?"

"To see you play of course."

"Me?" You looked to Ruben, however, he had a hard time meeting your eye.

"Yes, as a favor to his father, a long time friend of mine. Honestly, I'm glad I did Y/N, because I usually deal with male football players but seeing you play spared no difference."

"Really?"

"Look, my flight leaves for Lisabon tomorrow, but if you're coach allows it." He looked to Ruben and winked. "I'd like to fly you out next week."

"To Lisbon? As in Lisabon, Portugal?"

"Yes." The man nodded, eager to shake your hand as if you had gladly agreed to his offer. "I have some pull at Benfica, their women's team is magnificent. Perhaps I can set you up for a trial with them. And I do know some people in...."

He went on to flex about many possibilities that twelve year old you would've pack your bags for that night. However, twelve old you was a dreamer. 23 year old you wasn't allowed to dream, not anymore.

"Thank you." You said, interrupting the man in the middle of his rant. "But I'm afraid that I have to decline your offer."

"Decline?" The man looked to Ruben who looked to you with concern.

"Y/N, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you."

"Exactly." The man hissed, clearly insulted.

You drew a quick breath, having already made up your mind. "I'm sorry, but my answer is no."

Ruben surley left that game and your conversation with the football scout, a bit disappointed with you. But he wasn't vocal about it until a couple of days later, when the two of you lay in his bed, your legs tangled up in the sheets.

"Is it because of Mimi? You worry about who is going to take care of her, no?"

Your head nodded against his naked torso. "She's all I got and she only has me."

"Yes, but you are not her mother."

Quickly, you raised your head, a girm expression on your face. "You did not just say that."

He raised a brow. "But you're not. Y/N, not to be the one to tell you what to do, but it's not smart of you to throw away your life for your sister. I mean what example would that be setting for her anyway."

"Ruben you're way out of line." You tangled yourself out of the sheets, getting up and out of his bed.

"Y/N. I don't mean to upset you, but you know what I'm telling you is the truth. You are throwing your future and dreams away for your sister. A sacrifice not worth making in my opinion."

"And what do you know?" You jumped into your jeans, desperate to get away, but Rubens words cut like a knife and you refused to stand there and let him speak to you in that way.

His expression mellowed seeing the tears well up in your eyes. "Y/N, I'm sorry If..."

"Don't!"

He paused his motion of getting out bed.

"Just..." You wiped your tears, hating that Ruben had seen you cry twice already. "...you stay, okay. I need to go, so just let me...go."

He nodded, not moving a muscle as he watched you get dressed.

You stormed out of his room, out of coach house. He and Mimi took a day trip to the waterpark and wouldn't be back until later. Til then you would be at the stadium, running laps around the track. The only way to calm you down.

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Your relationship with Ruben changed after the fight. You didn't break up, which was technically impossible since the two of you weren't together in the first place. However you did stop talking to each other, or more so you, you stopped talking period.

"Y/N, pass me the ball!"

You dribbled past your teammates, who couldn't keep up with your abilities to possess the ball.

"Y/N, seriously, I'm open!" Sarah stood ahead of what would have been an open goal for her.

"Y/N!" Ruben shouted. "Pass her the fucking ball!"

He hadn't shouted at you like that since the beginning of the summer. Nevertheless it was all white noise to you, everything that would stop you from scoring this goal was all white noise to you.

"She shoots. She scores!"

You put the ball past the goalie and into the back of the net. Everyone paused what they were doing to watch your celebration. All magnificent goals deserved to be celbreated, even in practice.

"Y/N, have you lost your fucking mind?"

Your celebration was cut short as Ruben stormed the pitch, heading straight towards you in a mindless rage.

"I told you to pass the fucking ball. Why didn't you?"

You shrugged. "Because I had a better chance of scoring a goal than Sarah did. No offense." You turned to Sarah who threw you a look of despise.

"Y/N." He sighed. "That's not how our team plays the ball."

"No? What if that's the way I want to play the ball?"

Ruben brows furrowed, somthing changing in his eyes, somthing in the way he looked at you. "If that's the way you want to play..." His nodded slowly. "Then I guess you're not playing for my team. You're on the bench next game."

"You can't do that!" You exclaimed. "It's our last game, the summer final at that. The team needs me."

Ruben let out what could only be interpreted as a low chuckle. "I think we'll be better off with a real team player and that's anyone unlike you."

"Ruben?"

He was your ride home, however he refused to listen to your protests. You were still at his heels as the two of you walked through the door, unaware of the sudden changed that awaited.

Your voices grew faint, replaced by a strange but unfamiliar one. Confused, you follow Ruben who had also picked up the sound coming from the living room. A middle-aged woman was sitting on the couch with Coach. They both went silent at the sight of you and Ruben.

"Tio?" Ruben said, addressing his uncle.

Coach stood. "Ruben, Y/N, this is…."

The lady introduced herself as Mrs. Collins, a representative from child protective services. "I've been sent here after the acknowledgement of one Mimi Y/LN. "She said. "That she was taken out of the custody of her home where she lived with her father."

You sprung forward. "Yes, but she lives with me now, I take care of her."

The lady observed you skeptically, clenching her bony thighs as she stood. "Y/N, right? Mimi's sister."

"Yes."

Ruben flinched beside you, perhaps ready to hold you back if you decided to jump this lady.

"I'm old enough to be her guardian." You said.

"Indeed you are." The lady nodded. "It was just what I sat here discussing with the gentlemen who claim to have taken you and Mimi into his home."

You looked to coach, he smiled at you faintly.

"Unfortunately being old enough does not qualify you to be Mimi's guardian, she'll need things such as financial support and…"

"I can give that to her! I'll get a job!"

"Y/N."

You were brought back, Ruben's arm around your wrist.

"You?" You turned to him. "You called her didn't you?

"Y/N, I would neve…."

"You called her didn't you, just so I can fly away and play football in Portugal?"

"Y/N, Please." Coach said, coming to Ruben's defense. Ruben, who looked stunned to reply to your bold accusations.

You shook your head, because it all made sense. "You did this. You both did this. You called her."

You looked past the lady from child protection services, past her and towards the bedroom that you and Mimi shared. The door stood wide open.

"Where is she, where is Mimi?"

"Y/N." Coach approached you, trying to calm you down. "They've already taken her, but you'll be able to…"

"No, no, no!" You pushed past him and into the bedroom. Mimi's things were indeed gone, all of her clothes and all of her toys.

Your knees gave in, your body crumbling to the floor, "This is not happening." You cried, trembling all over.

"Y/N." Ruben entered the room.

Your hands covered your eyes so you could only hear him.

"I swear if there is anything I..."

"Liar!!!" You shot up to your feet, lunging yourself at him. "I told you that I didn't want to go. Is this you, punishing me for not wanting to leave my sister and live a life playing football like you did? Guess what Ruben, everyones dreams aren't crushed by some silly little knee injury. Some of us don't get to dream at all. But for some reason this is so hard for you to wrap around your clueless little head!"

"Y/N." His voice was low, unrecognizable. "Please just…"

"Don't touch me!" You slapped his reaching hand away. "I told you not to try me Ruben, I told you not to try me!"

You ran out of the house, with coach and Ruben shouting for you to return. However you just kept on moving your feet, in whichever way they took you. The only thing that mattered in your life was taken from you, taken from you by someone you thought could matter to you someday.

Stopping at a dead end, you pulled your phone out of your pocket. You already had several missed calls from both coach and Ruben, one incoming call as you scrolled through your apps in search for Tinder. You scanned through your old conversation thread with Ruben. You wiped your tears as they made it hard for you to see. You took screen shot after screenshot, forwarding the images to everyone on your contact list. It was an act of desperation and revenge, however, you told him not to try you. Ever.

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A Favor for a Favor Part One

This was written for an original exchange and it got way out of hand lol. The link to the full fic will be at the bottom but I thought it would be fun to throw it up here in parts. This does have named and gendered characters though

Synopsis:

When Roxanne -- Agent name Rocket -- is back-stabbed by a friend and given a serum that drains her of her powers and leaves her helpless, she has no choice but to turn to the one person she can't trust: Her nemesis -- a politician and king of the underworld. With her powerless and in the palm of his hand, what he decides to do with her is greatly influenced by their chance meeting as teenagers that neither of them have been able to forget.

When Roxanne turned 12, she kicked her soccer ball into a tree at the edge of the park. She’d done this many times before, because her aim was shit, which was probably why she never made the soccer team at her school. But this tree was different -- it had a hornet’s nest on the back.

Roxanne had never actually seen a hornet before that day. Never in her life had she heard a sound more ominous, more terrifying than the buzz of hundreds of them, bigger than her thumb, rising like a dark cloud from behind the tree.

She didn’t think. She just ran.

And the whole world changed.

It was like the entire city became a game of freeze tag or red light/green light. The entire population stood still while she dodged between them. And not just people. Cars stood still on the street, birds stopped mid flight in the air, a stream of pee froze between a dog and a fire hydrant.

Maybe it was more accurate to say that the world became a photograph and only she could move around in it.

When she stopped, out of breath at her stoop, the world jumped back into motion again.

Her power gave her freedom beyond anything she ever imagined as a child, and so she kept it a tightly guarded secret against her well meaning but overprotective parents.

The loss of it now was excruciating. Her body moved like a drunk snail, even worse with her injuries. The world crawled by at an agonizing pace. And she became so acutely aware of how helpless she was without it as she sat in the backseat of a car, blindfolded and trussed up like a pig at a luau, waiting to be delivered into the hands of her worst enemy.

The Past

The first time they met, the biggest worry she had was completing her anatomy project. The deadline followed her like a shark’s fin, complete with the Jaws theme that played in her head. Any minute now the panic of her procrastination was going to rise from the depths and chomp her in half.

Which was how she found herself walking home from the public library far later than usual, guided only by dim streetlights. Normally she would just run home -- the distance from her front door to the library took fifteen seconds when she used her super speed. But the sooner she got home, the sooner she had to start on her project, so tonight Roxanne took the normal, slow way back.

Halfway home, a figure stumbled from an alleyway, colliding into her. Before she could right her balance, he quickly shoved her off of him, almost tumbling her into the street.

“Hey!” she snapped, but he paid no attention to her, running crookedly down the sidewalk.

He was probably drunk, trying to sneak home before his wife found out. Or maybe he was late for the subway train. Or maybe he was just an asshole.

The next streetlamp revealed a bloody hand print on her shoulder where he had pushed her. Alarm seized her, kept her frozen for long, excruciating seconds.

Oh shit.

Oh shit .

The revving of a car motor snapped her out of her panic induced haze. Roxanne lurched forward, becoming too fast for the human eye to track. The man had disappeared from the sidewalk, so she ducked into bodegas and side streets until she found him propped up behind a dumpster.

Hiding.

She crouched down before him.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Which was a stupid question to ask; the answer was a glaringly obvious no. But she always rambled when she got nervous, which was why her presentations always went way over time.

The man slurred something in response. She couldn’t understand a word of it. It didn’t sound like the kind of drunk slurring she heard at her friends’ parties. Maybe he’d been drugged. Did someone try to kidnap him?

“Where are you bleeding?” she asked again. “Can you point for me?”

He tried to wave her off, the hand in her face covered in blood from a cut on his upper forearm. There could be more, but he probably wasn’t even in his right mind to understand her.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” she told him, pulling out her phone.

He mumbled something at that, sounding panicked. It sounded like no .

“It’s okay,” she soothed. “They will take care of you. I’ll even go with you so you’re not alone.”

His slicked, bloody hand wrapped around her wrist , squeezing hard .

She heard it and didn’t. The word echoed -- screamed -- around her, like the word of God. It blasted in her head. She felt it in her chest.

He was Powered. That definitely complicated things, especially if he was unregistered like her.

“Okay, okay,” she said. “No hospitals. No cops. But I can’t leave you here, so . . .I guess you’re coming with me.”

Before he could scream-think at her again, Roxanne pulled him up by his shirt and leaned him against the wall. He could barely stand. With some maneuvering and a few extra tries,s he managed to get him on her back. Then she blurred home.

Thank God it was only a couple blocks away. He was heavy.

The Present

She didn’t need her blindfold off to tell where they had stopped. The ocean lapping close by, the echo of pigeons above her, the smell of rust and dirt. The freezing cold air.

An empty warehouse by the docks.

They had to carry her like a sack of potatoes because of how tightly they bound her legs and dropped her roughly onto a chair.

“This is ridiculous,” she pouted. “I came willingly.”

“Our boss always made it clear never to take any chances with you,” replied one of the men with a snort.

Well, she couldn’t blame him for that. Over the years, she’d been responsible for breaking a lot of his power in the city underworld and losing him a lot of money. Like a lot .

Not to mention she needed the shadow that her power’s reputation cast to last as long as possible. Once the truth got out she was toast.

He could have made her wait in that freezing warehouse as her limbs went slowly numb just to be a dick. She fully expected it.

Instead, she heard the rumble of another car pull up just when her finger tips started to feel tingly. Then came the distinct sound of his slow, sure footsteps in his Italian leather loafers.

“An abandoned warehouse by the docks?” she complained. “Could you get any more cliched?”

“If it works, it works,” he replied. “I don’t try to reinvent the wheel.”

He stopped in front of her and she could feel the smirk on his face.

“I should take a picture to immortalize this moment. I never thought I would see the Rocket so . . .still.”

She’d squirm if she could move. Panic kicked at her chest like a wild horse. It took all her effort to contain it.

Cool fingers pulled down the blindfold and her gaze met his dark eyes and yes, his smirk.

“Hello, Roxanne.”

“Hello John,” she countered.

“Please, I’m dying to know -- what on Earth drove you to offer yourself to me so . . .” he trailed off, his smirk disintegrating into shock.

She could barely feel him this time. He glided into her mind like a canoe on a glassy river.

“Oh Roxanne,” he breathed. “You are in trouble.”

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Part 2 here

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tqngerine · 2 years ago

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stay in the middle — 40. still life

SYNOPSIS: Huening Kai would do anything for his best friend Taehyun, and this one small favor is no exception. It appears that Kai’s fellow campus journalist Y/N has caught his attention, and Taehyun needs help connecting to them. Befriending someone outside of his small social circle wasn’t something Kai did often, but he comes to find that it’s easy to get close to Y/N—maybe even getting a little too close.

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“Oh, thank god it’s still here.” Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, clutching onto their beloved translucent pink pouch. What a relief it was to see it and its alternating My Melody and flower pattern again.

Taehyun simply sat behind the table while his big eyes followed Y/N’s every movement, his own notebook and pens now laying untouched beneath him. In true cat fashion, Y/N thought to themself.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I lost all those pens inside.” Y/N continued rambling. “They’re practically my lifeline!”

“Haha, yeah. Losing something so precious to you is really not cool.” Taehyun managed to chuckle.

“Have you lost anything precious to you, Taehyun?” Y/N asked simply, adjusting themself onto the seat across the physics major.

“Oh! Yeah, I have. Quite recently too. It was this red and gray striped headband Yeonjun hyung gifted me before he left the volleyball varsity. I used to wear it everyday to training until I carelessly left it behind court one night and never saw it again the next.”

“Wait, did it have your team’s emblem embroidered on the center?”

“Uh, yes?”

“Wait one sec.” Y/N snaked an arm inside their backpack and fished out the piece of cloth they had kept in there for about a month now. It accurately fit Taehyun’s description, and judging by the way his jaw dropped…

“That’s the one!”

Y/N happily handed it across the table. “I found this laying on the court during one of my practices with my acting partner—“

“Jay?”

“Ah, yeah. You know him?”

“Hyuka mentioned you have a crush on him,”

Y/N cleared their throat. “Anyway, I knew I was gonna be reporting on the volleyball team soon so I held onto it and meant to ask around during my visit, but it completely slipped my mind then.” Scratching the back of their neck, they gave a sheepish smile. “Hope you don’t mind that I’m returning this too late.”

“No! Not at all! Thank you for returning this back to me, I really—“ Taehyun must have realized that he had practically jumped off his seat eagerly, stopping to wince in embarrassment. He lowered himself back on his seat, face struck red.

Y/N gave him a chuckle, hoping that was enough to let him know that he had no reason to be ashamed. They personally couldn’t judge him one bit; they’ve had their own bursts of excitement and assumed Taehyun was the type to convey his own outwardly like them. Just another ball of pure energy like his taller best friend. If anything, it was nice to be able to read his emotions beyond just his expressive eyes.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, however, Taehyun had actually planned to safe keep their pencil case and return it to them the next time they met. You know, in an act of heroic deed. But Y/N coming back and deciding to study worked in Taehyun’s favor too.

Or at least it should have. The guy struggled to focus on his own studying now that they were sitting in front of him. Just the two of them with no Kai or Yeonjun hyung or even one of Y/N’s friends in their company.

He didn’t mean to stare like an absentminded fool while they were engrossed between scribbling down their notebook and typing on their laptop since they made him feel like, well, just that: an absentminded fool. He did make an effort to finish reading his module, especially when Y/N would look up for five minutes to take a screen break. In these breaks, they’d simply cross their arms and lean back, sometimes taking sips of their mocha latte. It seemed like only their hands were put at rest, their mind still occupied with activity.

“You’re a lot more quiet than I thought you’d be.” Taehyun suddenly spoke, shaking Y/N from their trance in magazine-ridden thoughts.

“Well, we are in the library.” They joked.

“I-I mean, I don’t know, even in our previous hang-outs. You’re not as talkative or bubbly as the stereotypical theater kid, I guess? Beomgyu seems to fit that image more.” Taehyun said, playfully twirling the headband in his hands. “I don’t intend it to be an insult, by the way! I just—I remember your role in the theater club’s last production and… okay I’m realizing how stupid this sounds now, but I somewhat assumed you were just as loud as your character then.”

Ah, last semester’s production of Legally Blonde. Even though Jay had easily snagged the role of Emmett Richmond, there was no way Y/N could imagine themself in Elle Woods’ pink heels so they settled for one of her best friends in the Greek Chorus instead. Even that role pushed them way out of their comfort zone. That being said, it was a relief to hear their portrayal was believable enough that someone thought they were just as fabulous and self-confident off-stage.

“There was also that one time you coincidentally caught my off-shot volleyball during one of my practices. That just seemed really badass at the moment, not gonna lie.”

Now Y/N did not expect to hear that. “I… don’t remember that. Wow, we’ve already met before?”

Taehyun’s cheeks blushed furiously. “Er, I guess? But, like, it’s such a random minor moment, I don’t expect you to remember it. Hell, I don’t even know why I still remember it.”

“Is that why you were sweating buckets the first time we talked? Because you thought I was an intimidating and extravagant thespian?” Y/N chuckled. “Wow, I assumed it was either you weren’t used to interviews or that Hyuka had been talking shit about me to you.”

“Oh, I have no issues with interviews,” (he’s a brainy kid, go figure) “and Kai would never do that behind your back. So yeah, that was quite the case.”

“Well, your image has to have shattered since we had that in-depth discussion about different types of penguins at the food hall.” Y/N laughed, recalling the event from a few days ago. “I never even considered that there were that much! How do you know about these things?”

“I just, you know, read a lot,”

“Nerd.”

“Hey!” Taehyun crossed his arms, but the smile he was fighting against told Y/N he was lightheartedly playing along. “You said you needed help researching on astrophysics for your next literature coverage, but if you’re gonna make fun of my brain…”

“No, no, no! I’m sorry, Taehyun, my poor kitty cat! Please don’t leave me to dust!”

Taehyun lost it and burst into purr-like giggles. Y/N couldn’t help but feel relief that he’d easen up to their presence despite his preconceived notions on them. That one lunch spent with him and their friends told them enough that he gelled with their group as easily as a glitter sticker on their notebook (his eyes sparkling like such too). From what they’ve heard even prior, Taehyun had been nothing but loyal to Kai for many years.

It would be pleasant to have a friend like him stick around Y/N’s life too.

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quicktosimp · 1 year ago

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Happily Ever After

Kinktober Day 03 - Thigh Riding

A/N: I do not know what I did with this... I may have gone off the rails a bit... Anyway, if your doctors says no sex, then don't do what these two did.

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, pregnancy kink, praise kink, lactation kink, slight mommy kink, brief mentions of past torture, mentions of slavery, aged up

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Spider and I did not meet under the best conditions. When the recom team kidnapped him, I was an unwilling scientist for the RDA. My parents had betrayed the RDA and joined the na’vi; both of them had passed in the great battle, their lab having been compromised, leaking the toxic air into the lab, killing them before they could get a mask on. I had been left on earth when my parents went to Pandora; when the RDA learned of me, they decided I would replace them as payment for their transgressions. When they found me, I was working on my Ph.D. in biological engineering, perfect for what the RDA wanted me to do. While the recom team was working, making avatars is expensive, so they wanted me to create a device, chemical compound, or anything as long as it would allow humans to breathe Pandora's air.

After failing to make Spider talk, they made me use him as a live experiment. Every now and then, Quaritch would take him out, but General Ardmore, would always make him return for a new round of tests. Initially, he hated me, and I didn’t blame him. Once he realized that the throat com on me doubled as a shock collar, we got along swimmingly. While I worked, he would teach me everything about Pandora, from the land, the people, the language, and even his family. I always wished I could see the outdoors, but I was not even allowed near any windows until Spider got smart; he mentioned that Pandora might have materials that could further my research while General Ardmore was lurking nearby. Leading to me being brought on a new trip with Spider and the recom team. Z-Dog had to pull me back so I wouldn’t fall out of the chopper while looking at the scenery. It ended up being Spider pulling me back and sitting me on his thigh that, got me to sit still. But that was more due to the situation: his muscular thigh between my legs, the thrum of the chopper, rocking back and forth. I refused to say anything about it; being in a helicopter full of people killed whatever libido I had, but it definitely put ideas in my mind.

At the Tulkun hunting ship, they gave a lab to work at, with quotas to meet. Quaritch now holds the remote to my shock collar but doesn’t like using it. He looks at it like it like someone handed him ikran dung. He’s never once used it on me. He didn’t like the fact that I was still a teen when I was forced to work for them and that I was still in slavery. Apparently, slavery is where Quaritch draws the line. But it works in my favor.

When the skirmish happened, Spider used the chaos to run to steal the remote and free me. The two of us joined the Sully family on the boat; after making sure that all 6 of us were there, we ran. When Lo’ak grabbed the machine gun, I took it from him, covering them as they jumped ship. I knew to cover my head and chest, and I ended up with a bullet through my arm. Thankfully, the lot of us got out with minimal injuries. And a huge thank you to Tuk, Lo’ak, and Neteyam; Neytiri would have killed me on the spot if it weren't for them speaking for me. But taking a bullet for her children seemed to help the situation, and then when she heard of how I was a slave to the RDA, she began to like me. The leaders of the Metkayina, Tonowari and Ronal, were skeptical of Spider and I’s presence but gave us a chance to prove ourselves.

Here we are years later. Spider and I have our own marui pod and are expecting our first child. We have never been more excited. Jake, who had taken over and became a proper dad to Spider, could be heard saying that he’s not ready to be a grandfather, and Neytiri has been a blessing to me. Excited for her first grandchild, she helped prepare everything and answered my questions. Now, at 38 weeks pregnant, I am not doing much. I mostly weave baskets or make jewelry, and I cannot do much else. The Metkayina believe that a pregnant woman is already doing the most critical job for the clan. Thus, I am not given any jobs, leaving me to my thoughts. As I watch my husband working on repairing the nets, crafting new spears, and whatever menial task they can give him that keeps him close to me. I watch his muscular back flex as sweat ripples down from the heat of the Metkayina sun. I feel the heat travel lower, needing attention there. However, Ronal put me on a sex bain, and now Spider refuses to do anything remotely sexy with me, and I cannot take it into my own hands with my stomach in the way; while I could technically do it, the odd angle and weird stretch becomes old quickly. But maybe he'll be interested if it's not penetration; Ronal only said no to sex.

“Sipder! Will you come here, please?”

I watch as he turns to look at me, abandoning his work as he jogs to me, “What is it, Love? Do you need something?” He asked, sweat trickling down his chest, falling until it absorbed into his Tewng.

“I need you. Now.” I stated bluntly.

An exasperated look crossed his face, “Babe, you heard what Ronal said. No sex right now; it could make the baby come early. I want you to, babe, but we can’t risk it right now.”, he brings me into his arms.

I look at his face with a coy smile, “But what if we don't have sex? We don’t have to have penetration; there are other things we can do,” I bargained, “There has been an idea that I’ve had for a while now…” I trialed off.

This seemed to perk his interest, “Like what? Sex only counts if it's penetration, so I'm up for anything. What’s your idea, babe?”

My face turns crimson as I say, “I wanna ride your thigh.” my hands cover my face.

His brow furrows, “How would that feel good for you? It’s my thigh?” He questioned.

“When I sat on your lap in the chopper, It felt really good, and now I want to actually try it,” I explained earnestly.

“Okay, let's try it! Where do you want me to sit?” He grabs my arms, easing me to stand.

Giddy, as I finally get to try something that will ease the ache between my legs, I start to pull him along. Sitting him on our sleeping mat, I place my hands on his shoulders, “Will you take them off, please?” I feel his hands rub my hips underneath my stomach as he unties my skirt. Once my skirt is off, his hands are back on me, easing my panties off, already wet from my earlier thoughts.

“Babe, you’re already this wet? Poor girl, you really do need this?” He teases.

“Yes, Spider, I’ve been begging for over a week now,” I whine.

Spider places a small kiss on my clit, before he helps me down to his thigh. As I straddled his thigh, I felt every ridge of muscle underneath me.

Spider rests his hands on my waist, “Does this feel okay? Do you want to try a different position?”

I shifted a bit and got comfortable, “No, this is perfect,” I smiled at him, “Thank you, Love.”

Spider smiled at me, “I will do anything to help you.” he brought his face to mine, kissing my lips. He brings me even closer, his hand cradling my head. His tongue brushed against my lips, and I eagerly opened my mouth for him. Our tongues met and danced, neither caring for dominance.

As we kiss, Spider's arm that was still around me pulls me closer and then pulls me away. Grinding my cunt against his thigh, my clit rubbing against each rigid. I gasp into his mouth as he pulls me back and forth again. I can feel Spider’s leg become wet from the stickiness between my thighs. Making my glide easier.

I start to pant, the constant pleasure and movement making me lose my breath, but I can’t stop; it's like my hips have a mind of their own. Spider releases my lips, a string of saliva connecting us. He attaches himself to my neck, biting at my flesh until it bruises. Marking me for everyone to see. As he released my neck, he stared at my breasts, “Can I try something?” He asked. I nodded my head, trusting him and his wish.

He latches onto my nipple and sucks hard. A squeal left my lips, my nipples were sensitive, and my breasts were tender from holding milk. Spider sucks, nibbles, and licks as I ride his thigh, chasing my high. You could hear the sounds of my slick rubbing against his thigh, the wet noise echoing against the walls of our marui, but now I also heard gulping. I look down to meet Spider’s eyes as he swallows my milk. I moan at the sight; seeing my husband drinking my milk and relieving the built-up pressure was a new relief for me. The ache in my breast releasing, and the pleasure of Spdier playing with my breast. My cunt throbbed with pleasure as this continued. Soon, my breast was empty, and he went to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

“Spider, please, it's so good. Please, more!” I begged as my hips sped up.

Spider’s hands traveled down and held onto my ass, helping me grind better. He moved this thigh with my movements, feeling his leg flex, helping me reach my climax. Letting go of my bruised nipple, he asks, “Do you want to cum for me? You’ve already been so good, carrying our baby, being such a good Mama,” His mouth dripped milk down his chin and past his chest, “You can cum, Mama, cum like the good girl you are.” With that, he bit my nipple and pulled hard. I screamed as I came, my back bowed into an arch. My wetness released all over our marui floor, more than I had cum before.

Spider’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close. He played with my hair, kissing the top of my scalp, whispering, “You did such a good job. You tasted so good for me. I love you so much, mama.” He did this until I stopped twitching. Only then did he go get a clean rag to wash me up. As he cleaned me, he gave small pecks to my stomach, down low, right where the baby’s head is. As he finished, he laid down with me for a nap. Neither of us realized that this would be the last decent sleep the two of us would get for a while.

#avatar way of water #avatar #spider avatar #spider x y/n #spider x reader #spider socorro #smut #lunaskinktober2023 #atwow #kinktober #avatar smut

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seigephoenix · 5 months ago

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How about M!Warden/Zevran and quiet, cozy nights for dadwc :D

Happy Friday! For @dadrunkwriting. Here is Malcolm Cousland x Zevran for a quiet night. Zevran actually being a sweet, thoughtful partner. Malcolm being his adorably goofy self. Nice to see a Hero of Ferelden that doesn't take themselves so seriously.

Content Warning: cozy, sweet, a tad bit sad in some parts especially near the end but not "crying buckets sad" Length: ~1.2k words

Malcolm looked out the window that faced the courtyard in Highever castle and smiled as he saw the hustle and bustle winding down for the day. He’d stayed on to help Fergus rebuild their home and then he was going on his own quest. Ferelden had a band of Wardens again and Vigil’s Keep ran smoothly even when he wasn’t there. Malcolm had to search for a cure. He couldn’t tolerate the thought that he would leave Zevran before they were both old and gray.

Malcolm spotted a familiar head of blond headed towards a merchant and was curious. What did Zevran need a merchant for? Malcolm pressed his face against the glass, and he debated asking Fergus about the merchant. His older brother was so lovingly exasperated with him and it showed. Andraste’s tits, just be direct Malcolm. No need to jump through a million different hoops to arrive at a destination three feet away. Malcolm knew it was easy for Fergus, but his tongue decided to tie itself into a knot anytime he wanted to ask or say something so direct. The fear of rejection or being ridiculed was choking at times. So, Malcolm preferred to wait until someone decided to tell him on their own. Except, the curiosity was eating him up inside.

“Just go and ask for Maker’s sake.” Fergus huffed from his desk. “You are going to be the one to explain why there are smudges on my window. I’ll not take the tongue lashing for you this time.” Malcolm glared over his shoulder at his older brother before returning his attention to the courtyard, but Zevran was already gone. His shoulders slumped and Fergus rolled his eyes. He absolutely tried his best to be encouraging to Malcolm, but his brother was trapped within a reality of his own making.

“Where are you going?” Malcolm asked when Fergus stood.

“Now that is none of your business baby brother.” Malcolm swatted at his hand when Fergus poked his forehead. They were opposite in their coloring; Fergus took after their father while Malcolm favored their mother’s side of the family. Fergus disappeared through the door and Malcolm quietly mocked his older brother. “I heard that.” Malcolm froze at those words but shook his head. Brothers.

That Evening

Malcolm studied his correspondence with Vigil’s Keep. Nathaniel was making excellent progress with growing their numbers and influence. He had thought it prudent to leave Nathaniel there as he was still a Howe. Despite what happened during the Blight, many people still looked up to and respected the Howe name. He looked up as the door opened and Zevran slipped in holding a bottle of wine and a small bundle tucked under his arm.

“You’re awake. Good.” Zevran smiled as he set the bottle down by the end table beside the fireplace. “I do not think I will ever get used to such luxury.” He settled down on the soft carpet next to the roaring fire.

“Truly? Seems it suits you just fine.” Zevran smiled from position and stretched with a slight arch to his back. Malcolm followed the movements before setting his eyes back on the papers. Nathaniel would team up with the steward at Vigil’s Keep and then he’d never hear the end of it. “I’m almost done. I’m sorry Zev. I put this off as long as I could.”

“You’re overworking yourself again. Come and sit by the fire with me.” Zevran stretched his hand towards Malcolm. “Simply tell your steward that you were seduced into spending the night with a handsome devil.” Malcolm chuckled as he set his quill down and joined Zevran on the rug. Zevran shifted until his head rested on Malcolm’s thigh.

“I’d give the poor man an apoplectic fit if I told him what I was truly getting up to.” Malcolm smiled when Zevran’s hand reached up to tangle in his hair. Hair that he’d had to crop short after the battle with the Archdemon, but he was slowly growing it back out. He missed the feel of Zevran’s fingers running along his scalp.

“Seems to me that the man could do with a bit more excitement.” He tugged until their lips met in a tender kiss with just a trace of heat. “I do love you.” Malcolm felt his heart stutter and melt at the words. Words he knew were never easily spoken, words he’d once thought he’d never hear. Their road wasn’t smooth by any stretch of the imagination. Two broken people, scared of the word and emotion, coming together to find each other. In a time scattered with war and rife.

“And I you. More than anything.” Malcolm gently laid his lips on Zevran’s forehead, savoring the faint scent of leather and a smell that reminded him of sultry summer nights and exotic wares on the market. Malcolm slowly lifted his head and smiled down at Zevran. He jerked back in shock when Zevran bolted upright.

“I almost forgot!” Malcolm released a shaky breath as Zevran popped to his feet and grabbed the wrapped package off the table. It wasn’t big, which was intriguing enough, but the shape of the gift was square.

“What is this?” Malcolm asked when Zevran handed it over to him.

“Happy birthday my love.” Malcolm stared at him in disbelief. “Did you truly forget your birthday?”

“I. I guess I did. I never really bothered with my birthday, it’s just another ordinary day to me.” Malcolm murmured as he ran his fingers over the front of the package.

“Well, no longer. I intend to make sure you enjoy every birthday going forward. Now please, I want you to open it.” Zevran placed his hand on the wrapping paper and Malcolm chuckled.

“Alright, alright. I’ll open it.” The paper fell away, and the breath lodged in Malcolm’s throat. His family stared back at him from the canvas. He traced his mother’s lips up to the curled buns at the back of her head. Bryce stood beside her with a dignified smile on his face. He saw himself and Fergus there beside them and…

“Oren.” Malcolm choked on the hiccup that disguised his sobs. His baby nephew. A truly innocent victim in Arl How’s mad ambitions. His death tore Malcolm to shreds with guilt. He’d promised the boy that he’d train him on the sword starting the day after. “How?” Malcolm looked up at Zevran with eyes wet from tears.

“There were a few portraits that remained unharmed throughout the years. I also hired an artist that knew your family quite well.” Zevran reached out and brushed the tears off his cheeks. “I did not mean for my gift to upset you.”

“I’m not upset, not really. You gave a piece of my family back to me. A piece I thought had long been lost.” Malcolm whispered as he stared down at the portrait in his hands. Zevran sat beside him as he set the painting against the table. “After Howe set fire to the castle, we didn’t think any paintings survived. This means the world to me Zevran. Thank you.” Zevran smiled at him and offered a glass of wine to him.

“Shall we toast to a glorious birthday? I’ll give you your other present tonight.” Malcolm choked on the wine as unbridled thoughts came to his mind given that sultry tone of voice. Zevran merely chuckled and gave him that mysterious smile that told Malcolm he did it on purpose. The man lived to torment him like that.

#dadwc #malcolm cousland x zevran #sweet fluff dragon age

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kurorotic · 1 year ago

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mild nsfw snos | jealous kiss (after practice)

Osamu's relationship with Rintaro was in that stage of...

Experimenting with another boy, but also they flirt over text late into the night and Osamu's sleep schedule is suffering.

Yeah, not complicated. Easy.

Sometimes Rintaro will pull Osamu into an empty corridor and they'll kiss, maybe a little more if they're feeling bold and horny enough.

They sneak glances at each other in class and Osamu thinks he knows what's on Rintaro's mind as he smirks back.

It's a lot of blushing and private giggles until they're both alone, then Osamu is wanting to get Rintaro in his lap.

He's heavier than the girls that Osamu has been with and so fucking lanky, but it makes Osamu feel... complete when Rintaro is on him.

That's what comes to mind while they're practicing, making out with Rintaro on his floor while holding hands and listening to a lowfi playlist.

Experimenting, that's all it was.

Osamu hadn't spared a glance at a girl in a month, but okay.

He wasn't going to let Rintaro distract him too much...

Not his long legs jumping to spike the ball, not the sweat rolling down his neck, not his cute ass in those tiny shorts.

His twin hadn't bitched him out so obviously he was doing a splendid job.

Osamu was hoping to ask Rintaro to study (for real!) once they were done.

But...

Rintaro's ex came by the gym, a third year on the soccer team. Osamu only vague knew of him in passing and what small tidbits Rintaro told him.

Osamu was absolutely curious about what the fuck they were talking about, were they going to get back together?

A flare, no it was a wildfire of jealousy was burning in his chest as he saw the smarmy smile on the soccer player's face.

He'd done everything with Rintaro.

Rintaro was in love with him at some point.

They could rekindle it right here and Osamu would be stuck just... watching.

It wasn't unfair, Rintaro belonged to /him/ now. Wait.

Osamu shook that thought out of his head and decided to go about this a smarter way.

"Come on Sunarin, get yer stank ass to the showers 'n stop flirting around."

Rintaro nodded back at him and left his ex behind to join Osamu on the way to the locker room.

It was still bubbling in him, the knowledge. The threat.

He ignored everyone else in favor of grabbing his things from his locker and went off the very last stall.

(The water flow was broken and they were convinced a ghost was in there)

Rintaro followed him.

And Osamu immediately pushed him into this haunted stall and took his lips in a jealous, possessive kiss that left Rintaro breathless.

Osamu didn't stop there, he sucked a hickey into Rintaro's neck while his hand traveled lower,

cupping Rintaro in his shorts.

"Samu..." Rintaro bucked against his hand, "so bold~"

"Can't have him taking ya from me."

Osamu sucked harder on his neck as Rintaro shamelessly ground down on his hand, he'd show that he was the better man.

It only took a few moments for Rintaro to bit on his lower lip as he came, now with fresh marks on his neck.

... ah shit.

"It's not happening, Samu," Rintaro's smile was dreamy, he wanted to kiss it, "I dumped him cuz he wanted to keep us secret."

"Shitty of him."

"It's whatever," Rintaro lightly shrugged as he went to shuffle is way on past Osamu, "but I have you now, yeah?"

"Yeah..."

Rintaro gave him a peck on the cheek and went off to shower in another stall.

Wait... are they dating now?

//yes u are

#sunaosa #osasuna #twitter thread

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themculibrary · 1 year ago

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Fics Written In 2023 Masterlist

A Kiss To Remember (ao3) - anxiouswebhead steve/bucky, clint/natasha G, 10k

Summary: When he knows he's dangerous, nothing more than a threat to anyone in his life, Bucky Barnes allows himself to be put under cryogenic stasis by Princess Shuri and her team. What he wasn't expecting is for Steve Rogers to jump aboard the ship with them, refusing the leave until he saw that he was okay. When he woke, they decided he needed to heal for awhile, but eventually ask for a ship to get Bucky to remember. They fly to Romania, staying in Bucharest where they do, in fact, get Bucky to remember his life, but the how is indeed, a million dollar question. They share a kiss that the former sergeant thinks will be tough to forget.

all eyes on me (in the center of the ring) (ao3) - archerskate carol/maria T, 9k

Summary: An assassination of Carol and her brother Steve's parents leads to Steve's coronation and Carol being assigned a knight to protect her: General Maria Rambeau. Carol senses something fishy going on, and Maria starts to feel it too. With corruption, conspiracy, and treason, who will Carol be able to trust?

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or a carolmaria royalty au

a love so pure (ao3) - ArabellaAM steve/tony, bucky/natasha G, 21k

Summary: The last thing Steve expects when he has an asthma attack in Stark Industries' elevator is for Tony, a handsome alpha who also happens to be his boss' son, to not only save him but also show interest in him.

That's the kind of thing that only happens in the romance books he likes so much, right?

Or, Alpha!Tony helps Omega!Steve through a rough day and they start falling in love.

An Endless War (ao3) - Eustacia Vye (eustaciavye) loki/natasha T, 23k

Summary: The Watcher dropped Natasha Romanoff into a world where she had died. It is very similar to the world she lost, with very significant differences. She's not about to let this world go down the same path that hers did, and will do whatever it takes to save it. Including dealing with a war criminal.

Bated Breath (ao3) - karedeviltrash matt/karen M, 46k

Summary: A step forward is suddenly interrupted by an unfortunate event.

Buck to the Future (ao3) - Ultra bucky/natasha T, 23k

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How to (Try to) Lose a Guy in 10 Days (ao3) - rohruh steve/bucky E, 39k

Summary: “I like it,” Carol snaps her fingers and points in Bucky’s direction. “Let’s give it a deadline. How long do you think you’ll need to get someone to break up with you, Barnes? 10 days?”

This actually sounds kind of fun. It’s been a while since Bucky has felt this kind of excitement towards any of his work assignments.

“How to lose a guy in 10 days,” he says with a bit of wonder.

“How to lose a guy in 10 days,” Carol agrees, sharing a wicked smile with him.

“I won’t need all 10, though,” he tells her with certainty. “I’m sure I can scare him off way sooner than that.”

i can run but i can't hide from my family line (ao3) - archerskate clint/laura T, 4k

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post-hawkeye kate confronting her mother about everything and clint and laura adopt kate

I Just Want You to Know Who I Am (ao3) - TooManyBattles (Skarabrae_stone) steve/bucky E, 19k

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Kate Bishop: Vampire Hunter (ao3) - mabbbbs kate/yelena M, 16k

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Never Let You See (Baby, What You Mean To Me) (ao3) - Carsonian steve/tony M, 12k

Summary: Steve Rogers' life was the kind of romantic comedy that most people would find themselves cringing out of watching after the first twenty minutes.

(A.K.A. the summer camp fic where Steve is a pining mess, Tony is an unrepentant brat, and there's a game of prison break to be won.)

Nothing But You (ao3) - scottxlogan bucky/tony M, 18k

Summary: Bucky's best friend Steve is getting married to the girl of his dreams and Bucky is playing his part as best man for the pre-wedding festivities. As Bucky works towards putting together the events leading up to the big day, Steve makes a request from his best friend that brings Bucky's secret past back to haunt him. When Tony Stark rolls into town it opens the door to a yearning that Bucky promised himself he would never return to again. Faced with temptation in Tony's arrival, Bucky finds himself fighting his forbidden attraction to the one man that years earlier Bucky told himself that he could learn to live without.

omega instincts (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky, steve/tony T, 2k

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Speak of the devil (and he shall appear) (ao3) - Anonymous bucky/brock/zemo E, 5k

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Bucky has no problem using Rumlow's name to call out Zemo for how bad he is at handling him. Zemo decides to give him what, or who, he wants so badly.

Stained in Red (ao3) - TheeWill peter/wade M, 22k

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I guess this is the start of team red.

Tension (ao3) - Heavenly_hyacinth peter/wade M, 12k

Summary: Peter gets dumped by MJ due to his “second job” AKA being Spider-Man. Peter realizes he needs to step back from being the famous web slinger and focus on his personal life. In the meantime, he starts to hang out with his—sort of—friend, Wade Wilson/Deadpool. They both start to realize that there’s much more than their odd friendship and they could potentially be more.

Unknowing Witness (ao3) - airas_story tony/stephen G, 4k

Summary: The two men in front of him wanted to get married. They had somehow made this Wong's problem.

Wong was blaming the Ancient One for all of this.

We're All Made of Stars (ao3) - MoreThanAFeeling (Daretodream66) steve/bucky T, 21k

Summary: Bucky is studying a nebula that keeps doing something unusual and what he finds is his childhood hero, Steve Rogers. How does Bucky not fall in love with the big dork? Spoiler alert: he falls.

Would've, Could've, Should've (ao3) - Shelios28 steve/bucky M, 31k

Summary: Or, when the Winter Soldier takes an injured Captain America with him after the events at the Triskelion.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #2023fics #2023fics masterlist

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echoe-back-from-the-void · 2 years ago

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Crowley x male reader ~pt1

“I hope we meet again,”

“You’d be the only one.”

I stood in the room of the rummy motel that I had been asked to come to. I was only doing this out of a favor for one, Robert singer. If I had it my way I’d be off across the continent fighting some war or posing in the military. But instead I was there, watching over the Winchesters to help for the time being.

I knew their roles and what they had done but was apathetic to the whole ordeal. The vessels of my brothers, destined to fight the big prize fight over earth.

I could care less who wins or loses. War is war and I will always take up a blade to fight.

“M/n you paying attention?” Dean asked.

I decided to bite my tongue out of respect for Singer and didn’t snap back at the child. “I have been listening, your dealing with a nest of Ghouls, they’ve teamed up with an Arachne.” I turned from facing the window to look at the Winchester brothers. “I could’ve had this dealt with if you would let me.”

“Nobody is going in guns a blazing until we’re certain it is what you say it is.” Dean argues and I turn my body back to facing the window as I watch outside.

“Dean maybe we should let him, heck I think he could do it single-handily if we just let him.” Sam says in my favor. “Bobby said he was here to help.”

“I am doing this out of favor, I have no commitments to you two.” I respond before leaving the room and letting my wings take me to the nest.

Covered in spiderwebs and torn clothing, the smell of blood is heavy but not a deterrent. Almost like an old perfume, I’m lured further inside to find more webs and bodies. There is a working fridge aside from the pulled together beds. I open it and am unsurprised by the arm and several other body parts littering the shelf’s.

I turn and catch the hand of a ghoul as it tried to attack me. Snapping its arm in multiple places with a twist; I grip it’s head in hand and squeeze until the skull explodes into my palm like a grape. The horrified shriek being the last noise it made.

I expect more but only the one was in the room. I travel further and find tunnels leading off and kill another ghoul on my way, giving it a similar treatment to the first.

Judging by the beds I would hazard there are six ghouls and one Arachne. So I continue hunting them down until I had killed them all and left the nest on fire to kill any unwanted, turned Arachne. With a flap of my wings I am back in the motel.

Sam and Dean jump with guns raised but lower them when they see me. They make a disgusted face at the blood dripping on the floor from my hands and clothes.

“The nest has been dealt with.” I reply, materializing a cloth napkin to begin wiping the blood off my hands. Before I can say more the smell of sulfur invades the room and a short man in a suit appears. The guns that were raised toward the intruder are lowered but do not leave the Winchesters grasp. I am unflinching at the demonic appearance.

The man turns his eyes to Dean then Sam. “Squirrel, moose. How are my two favorite hunters?” He asks rhetorically. Then his eyes glide over me before stoping and doing a once over. “Whose this?”

“Crowley?” Sam asks in confusion. “What are you doing here?”

The man, Crowley, waved his hand in a go on motion and waits for my name. I raise my eyebrow unamused and speak, “you may refer to me as Mars, you have not earned my name, witch.” I said without malice but a fondness.

“Interesting, I’ve heard so much about you. Last sighting of you said you were in Europe fighting some war.”

“Europe has had many wars.” I say simply and turn my body back toward the window, ending our conversation.

The demon moved closer to the Winchesters and they begin talking cordially. Dean groans his displeasure at whatever the demon said. If I cared I would listen closer but even now I can feel him continuing to glance at me. After they are done talking the demon approached me with a smile.

“I hope we meet again.” He says in a light friendly tone.

“You’d be the only one.” I respond blankly, not taking my eyes from the window to fully address him.

He raises his hand and I recognize it as him about to zap out when I stop him. “Witch.”

“Ye—” before he finishes the full word I have lightly tossed a cloth bag with three vials toward him.

“Ghoul blood, Arachne venom and fangs.” I pause. “They may be of use to you.” The demon nods before zapping out, promising himself to visit more often if mars is there to greet him.

The sulfur smell still lingers when Sam begins to speak. “Mars? Like the Roman god of war? I thought your name was M/n.”

“It is, but I have also gone by Mars.” I pause and turn toward the brothers while crossing my arms behind my back. “When we were created, our father boasted to other gods to look at his children and see what they will accomplish. I am the warrior between my brothers; I spent time among the Vikings and those before them. Mars took interest in my ability to fight. The cocky god challenged me to a fight to the death, Jupiter and my father agreed and we fought on mount Vesuvius. The mountain shook with our swings and Mars fell.” I respond watching their eyes widen. “The gods congratulated me for my victory but Jupiter was angered. He demanded I take his son’s place as the god of war, since then I have fought in every war there is.” I rubbed my wrist where the brand lay against it. A gift from Jupiter to remind me of my duties. “My situation is not like my brother’s. Gabriel impersonated the Norse god Loki to hide himself. I have impersonated no one. I am the god of war, Mars.”

“So what, your an archangel on god juice.” Dean questioned.

“I suppose that is what I am.” I say and turn back to the window.

~~~time skip

I continued to go on hunts with the Winchesters. I enjoyed it much more than fighting wars against innocents. I continued to collect parts and other things from the monsters I massacred.

“Why do you do that? And last time we saw Crowley you gave him a bag you said it had Arachne venom in it.” Sam questioned looking up at me.

Whenever me and the youngest Winchester talked for a time, he would walk away rubbing his neck in pain. I surmise I am the only one he’s ever met to be taller than him. It is entertaining and even his older brother has laughed about it on occasion.

“I gave them to the witch for his spells. Fresh ingredients make stronger potions and spell work. I have always collected parts from the monsters I slain. I gift them to witches in nearest covens or Asclepius on Olympus. I have no use for them, but I have a ready supply of them. I’d rather give them to witches than have them risk themselves to hunters.” I say respectfully. “A long time ago, my life was saved by a witch.”

Again the smell of sulfur invades the dim motel room and the demon, Crowley appears.

“Hello boys, and tall dark n’ scary in the corner.” Crowley says unafraid and sarcastically.

I huff the air out my nose and resist the urge to quirk my lips at the bold demon. “Witch.” I respond in greeting.

“Oh enough of this witch business, I’d prefer you use my name.” Crowley huffed out.

“Ferggie?” I say hinting on teasing though my tone doesn’t change, the only evidence of mirth being visible in my eyes.

Crowley blinked before his face began to turn a light shade of pink. “Crowley.”

“How’s Rowena?” I ask leaning against the corner behind me.

“My mother? How do you know her?!” Crowley asks in anger. Not even wanting to talk about the blasted woman.

“I have respect for witches, your mother was part of a coven that saved my life. We haven’t talked for a time. I’m asking if she is well?” I spoke softly to placate the angered demon. His mother is obviously a sore subject.

“She is Fine.” Crowley ground out in annoyance. “She always is.” He said quieter.

I bowed my head in thanks before leaving.

I did not go far. I went to buy the the oldest Winchester pie and grab my bag of monster parts for the witch. I had the pie in a bag and was rifling through my bags at home when I felt a tingling that told me someone had set off my alarms.

With a flap of my wings I was back in the motel to find an unwelcome sight. The Winchesters where held against the wall by an unknown source and Crowley was badly beaten in the corner.

I Look up at the unimposing form of my younger brother, “Uriel, cease this.” I order strongly and watch as his entire form shivers at the command and he turns to me slowly with creeping fear.

“Brother.” He says in a placating tone while lowering the force on the Winchesters. They groan and pick themselves up while rubbing sore arms and legs. “I can explain.” Uriel tries again.

“Why have you come here?” I demand.

Uriel snaps to attention and faces me. “I was ordered to collect dean Winchester. We have a demon in our possession, Alastair. Dean was his apprentice in hell, he’s the only one that can break him…” the longer he talked the quieter his voice became.

“I shall take care of Alastair.” I reply, Uriel bows his head. “You are dismissed brother. Do not let me catch you around these three again.” I say coldly and watch as his eyes widen and he nods before he leaves in a flap of his wings.

I Set the pie and bag down on the table before turning to Crowley. He holds his arm close to his chest and has blood on his nose bridge and lip. When I am close enough I kneel down to his level and examine him. “I apologize for Uriel. He has always hated anything without wings.” I lightly take his arm to check for breaking. I find it broken and so is his rib. It does not cause him pain but I still feel guilt.

“I do not have much experience healing others in comparison to my brothers so my methods may seem unconventional.” I say shamefully. I hold his hand lightly with my finger over his pulse while I lean forward and kiss his forehead.

It only lasts a second and then I pull away quickly and stand up unaffected. The Winchesters are giving me surprised looks.

“What the bloody hell was that for!?” Crowley’s voice says loudly from behind me and I turn to address him in confusion.

“I healed you?” I rub my arm and feel insecure. “Was I unsuccessful? Are you still feeling ill?” I ask in worry.

“You bloody kissed me!”

“I said I do not have much experience in the ways of healing others. It goes against my nature and requires more effort. Through my experiences I had found that it give’s the best results.” I answer simply and turn again to the Winchesters. “You shall be safe for the time I am gone. I will Not ask you to relive your experiences and will deal with Alastair myself.” I nod my head and leave again.

Unawares that Crowley was touching his forehead with a contemplative look and a light blush.

~~~time skip again

I had to leave the Winchesters side for a handful of months as I fought in a battle across the world.

“Where have you been?” Is the first thing Dean asks in an angry tone.

“I will repeat this again, I have no obligation to you two. I have paid my favor to your father. I only stay because there is nothing more eventful to be involved with.”

“Uh, yeah there is!” A cheerful voice says and then Gabriel jumps into eyesight.

My lips quirk into a soft smile and my eyes become softer. “Gabriel. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“You skipped last week’s agreement.” Gabriel says teasingly.

“I was working.” I explain.

“Gabriel, we thought you were dead?” The Winchesters exclaim in shock.

“I was, kinda. I escaped and then was sold out by Loki to Asmodeus.” Gabriel’s eyes grow daunted and he says no more.

I put my hand on his shoulder and give him comfort. “Asmodeus is a prince of hell, vying for a throne that isn’t his. He was draining Gabriel of his grace and feasting on it like a deranged vampire. I felt the disturbance and rescued my brother, killing Asmodeus.”

“You killed a prince of hell?!” Dean asked in shock.

“For my brother? I’d fight wars against the gods.” I say softly.

“Cassie!” Gabriel exclaims in excitement when Castiel appears. Castiels eyes glide over the Winchesters first before finding me and Gabriel. They widen and he bows his head respectfully but his eyes still look at Gabriel in confusion. Sam sees this and fills Castiel in and then he gives me an appreciative nod.

“Heaven has not heard from you in many centuries.” Castiel asks in confusion as he approaches me. His stance taking on a soldier as he addresses me, holding his fist to his chest in salute.

“At ease, Castiel.” I turned my wrist to expose the brand from Jupiter. “I lost my rights to come home. I have been here, on earth, since.” I pause and ruffle Castiel’s hair. “It is good to see you as well Castiel. You are not the cherub I remember anymore.” I tease.

Gabriel snorts into his hand and jumps on my back, asking for attention. “You still have to play with me.”

I nod and wrap my arms around his legs to hold him up easily. “I know.”

Sam and Dean show clear interest in the interaction between the three angels. M/N has never acted as soft or kind before and was usually stern or quiet. His new behavior being entirely unlike his military persona. And it was alarming that Castiel, would salute someone or let them ruffle his hair.

Gabriel begins to play with the necklace and charm that holds my weapon. I gently take it from his hands. “It can burn you, do not play with it.” I scold softly. “We will leave soon after I have talked with the Winchesters more.” Gabriel groans and rest his head on my shoulder and begins to talk to Castiel while still being on my back. I turn to the Winchesters and for a moment I admire their slack jawed expressions. “They are my brothers, tell me you do not show a softness to your own?” I remark and dean closes his mouth and looks off to pretend he wasn’t staring.

Sam steps forward to talk. “If you are an archangel. Who’s the oldest?”

“M/n of course!” Gabriel pipes in before talking to Castiel again.

“That is True. I am older than Michael and Lucifer. I came first then Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, then Gabriel.”

“So like, potentially you could take out Lucifer?” Dean asked in interest.

“I could if he did not stand down. Is this a reference to the apocalypse? You want me to stop it?” I question.

“In heaven there are angels that want the apocalypse to go on. Being led by Raphael. Uriel was one of them. They are angry that Lucifer walks free.” Castiel adds informatively.

“I understand. As a god of war it is my priority to promote war. But if my brothers fight—the world would be destroyed. There would be no wars and I would lose purpose. This planet is ours to share with other religions. If their worshipers are killed they will turn on us next. Angels would be hunted to extinction.” I explain and the Winchesters eyes widen.

“So your like actually on our side?” Dean asks in shock.

“I will deal with my brothers if the chance presents itself.” I answer.

~~~time skip

Again the brothers were in a motel, they would share a room and two beds and I would sit on the roof to watch over the stars or fly about doing my archangel duties. I watched the sun rise with hope for the coming dawn.

I let myself into the room after feeling the brothers getting up and moving around. We sat down and began to talk about the case we were working. Me and Sam traded information on the monster while Dean just nodded intermittently between bites of his burger.

We left the motel and began to interview witnesses to the event.

We knocked on the door of our last witness. Sam and Dean in pressed suits and me in my formal clothes.

Laced boots with my pants tucked inside. A military style jacket that is plain army green. I would alternate shirts from time to time. Usually sticking to darker monotone colors.

Dean knocked on the door with same beside him. I stood behind and between the two. When the door opened, the Winchesters were surprised when the man who answered ignored them both and stood to attention while saluting behind them. A chuckle followed and they turned around.

“At ease Charles. I’m not your superior here.” I teased and the man flushed while dropping his hand.

“It’s good to see you again sir. But what brings you— I mean what can I do for you?” The man butchers before smiling.

“Actually that’s what these two gentlemen are here for.” I say and nod for dean to begin talking.

“Sir have you noticed anything strange recently in correlation with the recent attacks.” Dean asks while flipping a detective badge out…. Some time later.

“How did you know him?”

“I know all the soldiers in my platoon. Every war I fight I remember them all. I may not be able to save every one but each soul that died, went to heaven.”

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Chapter 15

I pulled up to the housing office with my wrangler full of all my essentials and parked in front of the building. The email I received said most student athletes get early dorm access because they need to be on campus early for preseason. Classes start in two weeks so the rest of the student population including Casey will be here then.

Apparently this school really takes its sports teams very seriously and that's why they are willing to shell out a few extra bucks to house us all early.

That's probably why they are the best in almost every sport they compete in.

I walked inside and the first thing I saw was a desk at which a gray haired woman was sitting with her spectacles perched on her nose and an overall crabby disposition. I moved quietly up to the desk not wanting to bother the woman that already seemed so… bothered.

When she noticed me standing in front of her she let out a gruff noise then leaned forward and started typing on the computer in front of her.

“Name?” She asked, acting like I was inconveniencing her by being there.

“Uh, Charlie Walker.” I answered quickly, not wanting to give the old woman any other reason to be upset with me. She kind of holds all the power here and could assign me a terrible dorm room if she really wants to.

The woman didn’t even acknowledge my answer though as if she hadn’t even heard it. I was about to answer her again but her fingers began to type furiously at her keyboard so I shut my mouth and decided to wait. She kept typing away and when she finally stopped she huffed like doing her job was the biggest inconvenience in the world then stood up and walked towards the back without so much as a glance to me.

I stood there awkwardly shifting on my feet not really liking the uneasy feeling of this angry old woman being so dismissive. Hopefully I won’t have to see her again until I need a dorm next year.

She came back with a blue key in her hand and a displeased look on her face.

She held out the key with a loud huff and I took it quickly trying to be as compliant as possible. The key was connected to a paper with my building and the room number 305 listed on it.

“Go take a seat. Your resident assistant will be here in a moment.” The elderly woman said, nodding at the waiting area before plopping back into her chair and pretending that I wasn’t even there in the first place.

I took the key and followed her instructions without responding knowing she’d probably not even acknowledge a response anyway.

When I sat down I took out my phone to make myself feel a little less awkward in the silent office.

A message from Naoh popped up on the lock screen instantly causing a smile to flit across my face.

Noah

Good luck today. You’ll be great.

It’s such a simple message but it didn’t stop my heart from fluttering in my chest. He sent me that text unsolicited and only because he was thinking about me.

What a wonderful feeling it is to have someone other than my family reach out just because they want to.

Rick never did that. I always had to make the plans or reach out first. It was like I was the only one invested in the relationship. He never even so much as showed up to a game of mine, even while knowing how important soccer is to me unless I begged him to. Usually he would only agree if I did him a ‘favor’ the night before.

It’s crazy how a simple message makes you realize how low my bar really is when it comes to boys. All I want is the bare minimum and Noah has already exceeded that.

I unlocked the screen to reply but stopped abruptly when someone bulldozed into the room, seemingly trying to blast the door off its hinges.

I jumped to my feet on instinct at the sound suddenly on high alert and ready to run if need be. My body relaxed a little bit as I noticed the cause of the interruption was a tall red headed woman not much older than me. She came to a halt in front of the grouchy housing office woman's desk then slouched over immediately, placing her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

The girl had obviously just been running so I moved my eyes to the gray haired woman’s reaction to the commotion and she hadn’t even looked up from her book that she was now reading.

“Why is it that you insist on trying to break this building every time you come in here?” The woman said, glancing up at the red head over her glasses with annoyance written on her face.

So this was apparently a regular occurrence.

The red head grinned and stood up to her full height which had to be at least a full head taller than me.

“Well I had to get here as fast as possible to see your beautiful face, Grace.” She grinned at the old woman.

Grace scowled at the tall girl then shooed her away with a wave of her hand.

“Help Miss Walker get to her room.” Grace said, rolling her eyes. “And if I find out another one of your players puts a hole in their wall because you are doing something ridiculous, I will hold you personally responsible.”

The red head looked over at me, sending me a quick wink before turning back to Grace.

“As long as it’s you holding me and nobody else.”

Grace did not like that response one bit. She slammed her book down on the desk and began to climb to her feet.

“That’s our cue.” The red head said, quickly taking me by the arm and pulling me out of the building behind her.

As soon as the door closed she let out a loud laugh and spun around to face me. Her smile was wide and genuine and I immediately was inclined to like her. She is just so bubbly and her carefree attitude is almost infectious.

“Lily Kole.” She said, holding her hand out to me.

I took it and smiled back at the taller girl.

“Charlie Walker.” I replied with a smile of my own.

“Charlie!” She said in a tone of surprise then began shaking my hand even more enthusiastically.

“I’ve heard about you. Striker right?” She asked, finally letting go of my hand.

“Uh right.” I answered awkwardly, not knowing what I was supposed to do with my hands now that I was being put on the spot.

“I’m Hudson's goalie. We will be seeing a lot of each other.”

A sense of relief washed over me knowing that this woman would be at the team meeting later. I can tell that I am going to enjoy being around Lily.

“I was getting goalie vibes from you.” I laughed in response feeling suddenly at ease.

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow in question with a smirk on her face.

“Yeah, the whole standing in the face of imminent danger with a smile on your face.” I grinned, nodding towards the door we came out of that’s hiding an angry housing office secretary behind it.

“Oh that? That’s just a bit of fun. That old bat secretly loves me.” She shrugged. “The only problem is she is keeping the secret from herself too.”

Both of us broke into a fit of laughter.

“Is this you?” Lily asked, nodding towards my wrangler once we stopped our giggles.

“Yep.” I nodded, looking over at my black wrangler and admiring it.

“Nice. I love jeeps. Mind if I catch a ride? I’ll help you carry your stuff up to your room.”

“Of course. Yeah!” I nodded quickly having zero qualms on this woman I just met getting into my car. I walked around to the driver's side while she moved around to the other before climbing into the passenger seat.

I cranked the Jeep to life and put it in reverse before backing out of my parking spot.

“Make a left out of the parking lot then a left at the stop sign.” Lily instructed from her seat next to me.

I nodded and started making my way out of the lot.

“So what do you like to be called? Charlie? Walker? Chuck? Chucky? Oooo or maybe Chaz?” Lily listed off potential names making me chuckle as I turned left towards the stop sign.

“Most people call me Walker.” I shrugged with an amused smile on my face.

“Oh I was really hoping Chaz was the winner here.” Lily said with a sigh, feigning disappointment. I laughed and came to a stop at the sign before beginning my left turn.

“If calling me Chaz would make you happy then so be it.” I giggled.

“Fantastic Chaz!” She said animatedly, making me laugh again. “Make a right at this next road.”

“And what do you like to be called?” I asked, making the right turn.

“Well everyone just calls me Lil.” She shrugged. “Left into this lot up here.” She pointed at the only parking lot we’ve passed that was full of cars.

“Aren’t Chaz and Lil Rugrats characters?” I asked, turning into the lot.

“The fact that you just made that reference lets me know that we are going to be good friends.” She grinned. “Oh there's a spot up close right there.” She said pointing to an empty spot right by the front doors of the dorm.

“I preferred Phil though.” I shrugged trying to carry on the banter we had going.

Lily grabbed her chest in fake disbelief and let out a sound of distress.

I laughed harder than I had all day and pulled into the parking spot then put my Jeep in park.

“Well I guess it’s only fair that you call me Phil if I am going to call you Chaz.” She conceded before climbing out of my wrangler with a chuckle.

I laughed too and followed her out of the car and towards the trunk that was full of my stuff.

I opened the back door and propped up the window before we both reached in and grabbed as much as we could carry. We would only have to make one more trip at this rate.

“Alright this is Allen Hall. It houses all the student athletes.” Lily said, nodding towards the door in front of us. We started walking towards it and she continued telling me about the dorm.

“We don’t have roommates but we do have a communal floor bathroom. Our’s is kept pretty clean because it’s only used by the team and the team captain is a stickler for keeping things neat and in order.” She said then bumped her hip into the handicap sign which automatically opened the doors for us. She moved inside and I followed after her.

“I’ll give you the full tour after we drop your things off in your room. Which one were you assigned?” She asked, turning into an open door that housed the stairwell.

“305.” I answered and followed her up the stairs.

“Nice, you're only two doors down from me.” She said happily as we continued our trek upwards. I will admit to being a bit winded with all this shit in my hands.

“So each floor houses different athletes. The first floor is the football team. Watch out for them, they are incredibly horny. Second floor is basically the baseball and softball teams then all the stuck up people that hate fun. Tennis, fencing, rowing etcetera. The funny thing is most of them don’t even stay in their dorms. They live off campus in condos paid for by their parents. The few that do live here avoid the third floor at all costs.” She laughed as we made it to our floor.

“Third floor.” She announced a little out of breath. “Best floor.” She looked back at me with a smirk. “This floor holds the men’s and women's soccer teams. Our bathroom is this first door on the right and the mens is down at the other end. We don’t really see them much though seeing as they are always partying or practicing.” She shrugged and walked farther down the hall.

“Fourth floor is the men's and women's basketball teams and both the water polo teams." She finished before stopping in front of the door that had a ‘305’ plaque in the middle of it.

“This is you.” She nodded towards the door. “Do you have your key?” She asked.

“Right.” I said before quickly setting the boxes in my hands onto the floor. I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out the blue key. I put it in the door and opened it letting Lily walk inside before me.

I grabbed my boxes before following her into my new home. We set all my things onto the floor.

“So I am the R.A. for this floor so if you have any problems with your room or the bathroom come find me and I will handle the love of my life, Grace for you.”

“I appreciated it, Phil.” I chuckled and we made our way back into the hall.

We walked back towards the stairs to grab the rest of my things.

“I’m in 301, right here.” She said pointing to her door as we passed it. “I’m also the Vice Captain of the team so you can bother me for really anything, not just dorm related shit if you need to.” She said as we made our way into the stairwell.

I felt myself relax even more knowing that I was on good terms already with one of my new team's captains. She seems like a well liked person so being in her favor could only make the transition into the team easier.

We grabbed the last few things in my trunk before dropping them back in my new room, both of us now thoroughly out of breath.

“Let me give you a quick tour of the common areas then I will leave you alone.” She said as we caught our breath from the latest trip up the stairs with my things.

“Okay.” I nodded and followed her once again out of the room and down the stairs.

Instead of turning towards the doors that led outside she led me a few steps farther into the building and into a large room that I could only assume was a rec room.

There were a few couches scattered around the room. A large TV hanging on the wall with any console you could dream of owning sitting on shelves underneath it.

There was a massive pool table and air hockey table on one side of the room and on the other was a wall lined with shelves full of books. Some of the books looked super old and I noticed old textbooks and novels that looked like they had been there for years.

“All those books have been left by past students for others to use.” Lily said, obviously catching me staring at the wall.

“That’s pretty cool.” I said softly, making my way over to the shelves.

I used to love reading before… before throwing myself into soccer.

On long traveling trips my dad would ask me to read out loud to him as he drove down the road. It didn’t matter if it was some little romance novel or stupid comic book. He always asked me to read to him.

Lily stayed silent next to me, letting me scan all the titles as the memory of reading to my dad played in the back of my head until a loud noise came from the hallway and a girl laughing pulled me from my head.

Lily and I turned around just in time to see a beautiful laughing brunette walk in with a very tall and handsome blonde man. They were grinning from ear to ear almost hanging off of each other as they walked into the room.

I noticed I was a lot closer to Lily than I realized because I could almost hear her muscles stiffen as she took in the couple that just walked in.

It took the intruders another moment to notice we were there and when the brunette girl finally did her laughter stopped abruptly as her eyes landed on Lily.

“H-hey.” The girl addressed us and a tension filled the air. Her gaze shifted to me and her eyebrow rose up slightly as she took me in.

“Hello Paisley.” Lily answered the girl rather coldly. It was almost shocking to hear the light almost sucked completely out of her voice. “Jack.” She addressed the blonde man that Paisley was still partially wrapped around.

Paisley cleared her throat then pulled away from Jack completely before fixing the green dress that she wore.

“Jack was just helping me organize that fundraiser coming up for our teams. The one you and I talked about earlier.” Paisley explained taking a step towards Lily.

Oh something weird is going on between these two girls. It really is none of my business but it does seem like it’s bothering Lily pretty bad.

I looked over at Lily whose jaw was clenching and unclenching as she took in the girl and boy in front of her.

“And who is this?” Paisley nodded towards me. It seemed like she was desperately trying to get Lily to talk to her in any way.

“This is Charlie Walker.” She addressed Paisley in an almost formal way.

“Chaz this is Paisley the team captain.” Lily said, addressing me now.

“Oh! Nice to meet you.” I said quickly, trying not to drown in how awkward this interaction was.

“Nice to meet you too. You can call me P. Most people do.” She smiled at me.

She really does seem nice. It makes me wonder why the ball of sunshine next to me was suddenly a dark stormy cloud the moment she and Jack walked in.

“You guys sure do have a thing for nicknames huh?” I said looking up at the tall red head next to me.

Lily looked down at me and cracked a small smile, letting some of the dark edges she had taken on fade a little before looking back at Paisley.

“I’m just showing her around. I’ll leave you two to it then.” Lily nodded at them then surprisingly took my hand in hers, leading me towards the exit like the room had just been lit on fire.

I quickly looked at Paisley but she was now staring at mine and Lily’s interlocked hands with her eyebrows furrowed as we moved away.

“Uh I-I’ll see you later P.” I called back to her just before I was pulled out of sight.

I stayed quiet as Lily led me down the hall in silence. She stopped at a large door and pulled it open before pulling me inside. I looked around at the new surroundings and realized this was a fully equipped movie theater with chairs and bean bags for people to relax on.

“This is the theater. Nobody really comes in here often so most people use it to make out.” Lily said in a softer voice than I’ve heard her use since I met her. She dropped my hand and moved over to a wall turning the lights on.

“Are you okay?” I couldn’t help but ask.

She looked at me with her eyebrows raised in surprise. I quickly realized that I may have overstepped.

“Sorry it’s really none of my business. It just seemed like you and Paisley don’t really get along and now you are sad.” I tried to explain why I asked.

Lily let out a chuckle then moved toward a bean bag before flopping down on it with a sigh.

“It’s not like that.” She began to explain. “P and I actually get along really well. It’s her hanging out with Jack that I have a problem with.”

“Oh. Is he a bad influence?” I asked.

Lily let out a loud laugh at my question.

“Something like that.” She chuckled then stood back up to her feet. “Let’s get you back to your room.” She smiled.

She led me back to my room, pointing out various things like the kitchen and laundry rooms on the way. Just before we made it out of the stairwell and onto our floor her phone dinged loudly in her pocket. She stopped and pulled it out reading the message she received with a frown now plastered on her face.

“Uh, I have to go handle something. Are you okay to set up your room alone?” She asked, looking up at me trying to conceal her emotions. Something in that message clearly bothered her though.

“Uh yeah. All good Phil.” I smiled trying to ease the tension a bit. The nickname did earn me a small smile.

“Great. There are four other freshmen already here. I will swing by to pick you all up for the meeting later around 4:45.”

“Thank you for showing me around and helping me with my things.” I replied.

“No problem. I’ll see you in a bit Chaz.” She smiled then all but sprinted down the stairs, clearly in a hurry to go handle her problem.

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