#and we played basketball today (i mostly watched) and he's so good at it like bro idk

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kinda wish this one guy was gay

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❝ LONG SHOT ! ❞ ; 001

❝ PROFESSIONAL BASKETBALL PLAYER!GOJO SATORU X PHYSICAL THERAPIST!READER. ❞

SYNOPSIS: After an unexpected encounter with the infamous Gojo Satoru at a local convenience store at 3 A.M. You're given the opportunity to worm your way into his life, but not without a personal invitation from Gojo himself. One thing leads to another, and you're the first person they call when he gets a career-threatening injury, forcing both of you to spend day and night together, but not without some obstacles of course: your cousin.

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PT. 1 : PT. 2

Your days start off simple. Wake up at 5 am. Shower at 5:05. Get ready at 5:30. Breakfast at 6:30am. Leave your cozy city apartment at 7:00 am –sharp– to make it to work. 

“Good morning Miwa,” you greet politely, walking past her desk and she scrambles to gather her clipboard. Hot on your tail, she frantically looks over her notes. “What do you have for me today?” You ask.

“Doctor, your first consultation of the day is waiting for you in your office! And your regular patient called to let you know that those exercises you suggested are working wonders!” You nod and hum occasionally to inform her that you’re listening as you maneuver through the rest of the doctors, stopping momentarily to encourage a patient lifting weights. She speaks quickly. “And Doctor Shoko called to ask if you’ll be going to…” she pauses and you figure she’s looking at her notes again. “The basketball game,” and she's quick to add “ —the Jujutsu Sorcerers are playing tomorrow night.” 

You stop abruptly outside of your office door, feeling Miwa lightly bump into your back before she mutters a swift apology. You turn around, raising a questioning eyebrow. “She called about that? Tell her I’m bus-”. Miwa’s quick to intercept. “She insists! Plus, I thought you loved the Jujutsu Sorcerers?”

You think it over.

You did like them. No. They were your absolute favorite basketball team. Besides, you could never turn down a basketball game. 

“Fine. I’ll see her tomorrow night. Thank you Miwa.”

“We have just minutes to go here in the fourth quarter of the season opener at the Sorcerer Stadium. The Jujutsu Sorcerers are up by ten over the Special Grades, thanks much to the tremendous effort of the star point guard, Gojo Satoru.” 

Inside the stadium is loud, as fans cheer on their favorite teams. It’s a full game tonight. A completely sold out stadium with all the people that showed up to praise their favorite players. The energy is loud, and fun. As people stand, and others sit in their seats in a stressful manner—mostly the losing team. 

The two kids behind you wear matching Jujutsu Sorcerers jerseys. One boy is sporting a 01 while the other sports a 02. One for the infamous Gojo Satoru and the other for Geto Suguru. You’re happy to admit that you too are sporting a number 01 jersey.

“Gojo Satoru, one of the best point guards in the league. Living up to his reputation and title of the ‘Chosen One’, tonight.” You listen, and watch intently as the announcers speak of Gojo. As he dribbles left, dodging every player in his way, bypassing their attempts to stop him. He’s unstoppable. 

“He looks inside. And he’s got nothing there.” The announcer anticipates. The crowd stands up from their seats eager to watch his next move. Their anticipation is intense as everyone in the stadium witnesses the Gojo Satoru work up close.

“He’s gonna take it himself!” The announcer exclaimed in disbelief, he himself could not believe this. “Behind the back! He puts it up, and it's good” The entire stadium puts their hands up to cheer, and scream. You see a mix of colors in the crowd, mostly a light blue in support of the Jujutsu Sorcerers. 

You tune out the announcers as Gojo Satoru is celebrating his team's score. He’s sweating so much his jersey sticks to his chest and stomach. You can faintly make out the outline of his abs. His muscles flex as he lifts his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his forehead, his abs on full display. You grin at how hot he is. Anyone with eyes can see it. You swear you hear the girls cheer louder at the display of skin. Even if you were still here for the game, you were still a woman after all. 

“You’re drooling.” Shoko points out beside you, and you almost reach your hand towards your mouth to check before you playfully narrow your eyes at her. “Please,” you say dismissively, “What’s the correct way to react to a court full of sweaty hot guys? Watch the game?”. 

Her eyes roll dramatically before sporting a playful grin, and you bump your shoulder against hers to bring out a full smile from her. You succeed. 

Shoko continues to cheer on the team. This is the most excited you’ve seen her since she found a remaining cigarette in her car after she’d just ran out. You were so distracted by the cigarette addict beside you that you almost missed the foul they gave the other team as Gojo Satoru stands on the free throw line. 

“Gojo Satoru shot 95% from the freethrow line last season, but he’s been 100% tonight.” The announcers go back to bickering about the game, praising Gojo’s in-game scores. “Let’s see if he stays on his hot streak tonight, and for the rest of the season–”. 

Gojo dribbles the ball, and the stadium remains silent. The tension thick in the air as they hold their breath–even you, who leans forward in anticipation. He locks his knees, and shoots straight into the basketball hoop. The ball never even touches the rim. He makes both shots. Gojo smirks cockily as he slaps Geto’s hand twice in celebration. 

“-And he’s done it! It’s 12 in a row, for Gojo Satoru. Geto Suguru–number two–has 10 tonight. Quite a duo on the court. I would say.” 

Shoko and you cheer on the team as they celebrate the win themselves. The kids behind you scream so loud your eardrums almost pop, but you can’t find it in yourself to mind.

The energy in the stadium tonight reminds you of why you loved going to basketball games in the first place. The excitement in the court, and in the entire stadium is something no one can miss. 

The kids behind you are so excited that it spreads to you, and you jump up to celebrate with them. Their toothy smiles are so big and bright. They warm your heart. The moment is quickly ruined by the woman sitting on the other side of you, opposite Shoko. 

“Look at that!” Your cousin harshly tugs your arm, pulling you down to reach her seat. “The player’s wives section. Full of snobby bitches.” Her fingers frantically shake to dramatize how much she wants you to see. “I’m looking.” You reply exasperated before rolling your eyes. “She has a custom Birkin! Do you have any idea how expensive that is?” She asks, and you reply with a muttered response “A house mortgage loan, I assume.”

Your cousin was—to put it shortly–spoiled, but you respected her views on someday marrying a rich man. The only problem with that is that she even uses the good ones.

She was a model. Not a well known one, but a model nonetheless. She was gorgeous, and everyone knew it. Even the men you dated. Most of them had gone as far to tell you. But you never let it deter your self-esteem. Men are a defective species and that has nothing to do with you. You choose to push that thought aside before it can develop into a mental breakdown in the middle of a basketball game. 

The children screaming behind you interrupt it before it can. “Look, look!” The kids behind you frantically poke at you to look. 

“He just made a three-pointer,” the boy lisps a little, and you swear you feel the saliva hit your face.

More than half of the game is just Gojo Satoru stealing the ball, and making countless scores. 

You look up at the clock and see the time as it read ten seconds on the board. 

“Gojo Satoru again with the ball!” You watch as he steals the ball and dribbles all the way across the court. Five seconds on the clock. He jumps up, and slams the ball directly into the basketball net with both hands still hanging onto the rim. “Anddd Number 1… brings the game home!” And the final buzzer rings across the court, calling the game. Zero seconds on the board. 

The announcer makes one last comment, “Unbelievable performance by Gojo Satoru.” 

Gojo is instantly swarmed with reporters in hopes of getting a word with him. But he’s fine with this. He loves the attention. He loves it when all eyes are on him. He thinks it’s how it should always be. A cocky man at heart. 

“Tremendous game tonight Gojo Satoru.” The reporter speaks, and she’s too close for any regular reporter, and Gojo catches onto it quickly. “Thank you, thank you.” He responds in an airy flirty tone. 

He scans the stands, and his eyes catch onto a woman helping two kids from their seats—they wear the number of his jersey, and Getos. His eyebrows furrow, and he tunes out the reporter subconsciously. The mysterious woman laughs at something her friend says—and his eyebrows lift up in surprise at the recognition of his friend, Shoko.

“Almost a decade with the Jujutsu Sorcerers, the only franchise you’ve ever played for…” a male reporter takes a lead on his attention as Gojo turns his head over to talk to the male reporter. He smiles into the camera, a radiant smile. 

A player from the opposing team passes Gojo before patting his back, and cheers at him for the good game. 

“...But you’re a free agent at the end of the season. The question everyone wants to know… will Gojo Satoru re-sign with the Jujutsu Sorcerers?” he asks as he shifts the microphone from side to side at the question, urging Gojo to answer. The reporters surrounding him, too, lean closer into him. 

Gojo licks his lips before responding. His chest breathing erratically from the previous game, “I prove myself night in and night out on that court. I’m the best in the league right now. Of course they’ll sign me. I’m the best.”

He winks at the female reporter after his proud admission as her face turns bright red at the display of flirtation. She lowers the microphone to say something to him personally before his manager comes disrupting the flirty exchange and drags him away from the reporters as their distant shouts begin to fade, entering the locker room.  

You’re exiting the stadium before one of your cousin’s friends invites herself into the conversations. Completely interrupting your rant about how horrible the injury a recent basketball player received. 

“Girl, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You turn around at the sound of the high-pitched voice, and see a woman dressed in all black, some large classy sunglasses, and a dark cherry red lipstick. Her aura emitted elegance, and high-class. 

“Hey,” she greets you in a monotone voice before turning over to your cousin again and her excitement seems to be shot back into her system as she begins to ramble to your cousin. Your head tilts at her attitude. Disbelief is clear on your face.“It is so packed in here, it is so gross.” She comments with an undeniable hint of disgust in her voice as she clutches her mini purse closer to her. 

“But anyway!” she dismisses, “Gojo Satoru… is having a birthday party Saturday night at his house, but we don’t have the tickets yet, sooooo we’re going to an after party tonight, and see if we can worm ourselves into getting some tickets.” She picks at her nails before grabbing your cousin's hands to shake them in an urging manner. She takes her glasses off to show her a pleading look. 

Your cousin lifts her eyebrow in question, “Where’s the after party?”

“The Shibuya Hotel.” Your cousin thinks it over before nodding, turning over to you. “You don’t mind do you?” 

You smile at her, “No, not at all. Do your thing.” 

“K-K, bye!” Her long slender fingers moving back and forth in a quick and dismissive goodbye. 

The bells above the door jingle to announce the presence of someone entering the convenience store. The sudden sound of them has you looking up. 

After the game ended you went home and locked yourself up to finish some remaining paperwork, before checking the time and deciding to grab a snack at your favorite corner store. 

You glance up at the clock in wonder. It’s currently 3 a.m, and the convenience store tucked into the sketchy corner of the city is always empty. It’s quite a walk from here to your apartment, but a welcomed one. Especially at this time. You always found yourself making late night trips to the store for a midnight snack. They were just something you found quite peaceful. A walk in the dark as you play your favorite playlist, finding a chance to lose yourself in your own head. 

You were close to the owner, an old sweet man that conjured a liking to you because of how much you resembled his daughter that was currently deployed overseas. 

You spare a glance at the hooded figure that steps into the store, their back turned to you, but you note how tall they are. A shiver runs down your spine as the opened door allows cold air to rush into the tight space.

You’re not sure if the shiver was a cause of the gust of wind that slithered its way inside or the new presence of the looming figure. You don't like to ponder on the possibility that it might be the latter.

You continue to browse through the mochi flavors, looking for your beloved one. It’s unusual for them to be unstocked around this time, considering how cold the weather is. And how empty this side of town finds itself to be. You sigh as you bend down to get a better look. 

You feel a presence behind you, and you stiffen at their closeness. A masculine, slender hand, comes into view, as it reaches for the exact flavor of mochi you so happened to be reaching for as well. You both freeze at the sudden, and unexpected contact before both releasing a nervous laugh. 

But neither of you find it in yourselves to retract your hands. You clear your throat before speaking. 

“Listen…It’s been a rough night,” You start, and turn to face him, but pause mid sentence at the look of what he’s wearing. A black face mask, a black hoodie with the hood of it over his head, and some sunglasses?…At night…and indoors? Not only that, but the man in question was insanely tall. Taller than any regular man you’ve encountered. He had the height of a basketball player. 

“Never mind,” You suddenly find yourself not in the mood to argue with a suspicious stranger at 3 a.m. in a sketchy part of town.

Your mother always taught you that as a woman being careful with who you piss off, especially a man that could bring you harm, was important. You wish you had the confidence to defend yourself physically, but you’d rather never have to take those chances. That was the reality of it. 

“You can keep it.” You mutter before gathering your things, and speeding over to the cash register. You watch him scan your items, but you can’t shake off the feeling of two eyes burning holes in your back throughout the whole ordeal.

You pull your scarf tighter against your neck as you speed walk in the direction of your apartment. The cold of the fall and lack of sun always make your entire body quiver. You thank your past self for wearing thick layers of clothing, knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle the freezing weather. 

You never could handle the cold.

Your senses heightened when you heard steps approaching behind you, quickly at that. 

You clench your first in your coat jacket, readying yourself for anything. The steps get closer, and you wait until you feel their presence closely behind you before swinging around, surprising him with a amateaur punch. “Ow!” the stranger winces. “What the fuck!” He chokes out in surprise, holding his face in shock.

You bring your hands up to your mouth in a gasp. “Oh- My-God!” A frantic apology is quick to escape your lips. “Why would you do that?!” You question the stranger exasperatedly. “Don’t–sneak up on a woman like that!” Your hands move around to signal the obvious, it’s dark. 

“Well, fuck!” He responds, “I was just trying to give you the mochi,” His hand extends to reveal the truth. A mochi sits in his grasp—not just any mochi—the one you abandoned back in the store for the sake of it. He chased after you to give it to you. 

Your body deflates at the realization, and it makes you feel a tiny bit sorry. Not for long when you realize he's most certainly at fault. He should’ve known not to approach a girl in the dead of night.

A few feet of distance separates you both, but you can’t help but release a tiny embarrassed laugh at the comedic situation. Your contagious laugh seems to transfer to him because he releases a small huff of amusement under his breath.

You’re both standing under a streetlamp a few feet away from the convenience store, in a defense mode. The stranger in front of you still holds onto his face in an attempt to relieve the pain. 

The physical therapist in you kicks in, and you step closer towards him to inspect the damage. He’s reluctant to let you approach him, tensing is evident in the way his shoulders square up. But you reassure him. “It’s okay,” you softly comfort, “I’m a physical therapist, I just want to see that it won’t bruise or anything.” 

Your words seem to help because his guarded shoulders deflate a little.

“Let me see,” you murmur into the dark, reaching over to remove his hand. He watches you intently through his glasses, and you realize he’s wearing a lot to protect his face. You take the time to study his remote way of dressing. His attempt to hide himself, you reason within yourself. His hair is covered by a black hood, paired with a black beanie, a black face mask that covers his lips and nose, a light blue sweatshirt that brings some color, some gray sweats that cover the entirety of his long legs, and a black puffer jacket to help keep the cold out. He looks warm, yet cold at the same time. 

You wonder why he’s deliberately trying to hide who–or what—he is. 

You find out soon enough because when you peel off his hand, and later his face mask to get a better look at his cheek you blurt out the first thing that crosses your mouth. 

“You’re Gojo Satoru.” It’s spoken in a whisper, he almost doesn’t hear the acknowledgement with how soft your voice travels. Your eyes are wide with surprise, and a bit of elation. It felt like a caress, he notes.

A choked gasp almost leaves your lips when you take off his sunglasses and find the most unreal set of blue eyes stare back at you.

“The one, and only.” His response doesn’t come out as confident as he planned. Instead it came off shaky, and unsure. Breathless even. He blames it on the look on your face, and the way you stare intently into his eyes, seeing straight through him. His lips crack into a smile, and the amused look in your eye caused by his cheesy line.

“You sound more confident on TV.” You retaliate. He’s quick with a witty response, “Maybe you just make me nervous.” He wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue, taking you in. You’re illuminated by the streetlamp.

You laugh at his stupid attempt to flirt with you, playfully dismissing his advances. 

Bringing your focus back to his cheek you inspect it before speaking, “It won’t bruise,” He looks like he’s ready to speak up but you interrupt him by finishing your sentence, “But—you’ll still need to ice it. At least for tonight.”

Of course it wouldn’t bruise, you’ve never taken any lessons on how to properly hit—let alone land a punch. You punched him in hopes of catching him off guard before he could surprise you, giving you the chance to run for the hills, not because you knew you’d be able to take a stranger in a fight. 

When your fight or flight response kicked in, you didn’t even ponder the possibility of punching a professional athlete, let alone a professional basketball player. One that played for your favorite team. Quite frankly you were starstruck, and the fangirl in you was having an entire party. The Gojo Satoru was here. Right in front of you. He was even more gorgeous up close—taller too.

The cameras did indeed do him justice, but nothing ever compares to the real thing. His bright blue eyes, and snow-white lashes were straight out of a magical fairytale. As much as you’d like to jump up and down, and then hug him, you knew you had to contain yourself. Otherwise you would scare him away. Or he would feel too uncomfortable to engage in casual conversation with a crazy fan.

But you were more of a basketball fan than solely a Gojo Satoru fan, and that fact alone was keeping you at bay. Your early childhood years of having a basketball coach father always kept you engaged in basketball in general. 

After going back inside the convenience store to grab some ice from the ice machine—with Gojo trailing closely behind you—you both now sat on the edge of the sidewalk right in front of the convenience store, talking amongst one another about nothing in particular. The only source of lighting being the lit up convenience store, and the streetlamp hovering over your seater figures. 

Gojo sits beside you with a hand holding the ice pack to his face, while another is used to reach into the bag of mochi to grab some more. But your mind can’t seem to ignore how close you two sit against one another, your thighs are almost touching from your close proximity. 

“Thank you.” Gojo’s hushed voice cuts through the silly conversational atmosphere, and turns into a semi-serious one.

A tiny toothless smile spreads across your face, “You can thank me, by winning the championships.” Your knee knocks into his in an attempt to bring back the playful mood, and he takes it gratefully. He responds eagerly by knocking his knee against yours in response. His touch shoots a tingle up your spine.

Your smile must be contagious because the cutest lopsided smile makes an appearance on Gojo’s face, “Oh, so you’re really a die-hard fan?” He teases.

“Ever since I was a little girl.”

“How so?” He asks, his eyes never leaving your face as his hands reach into the bag of mochi to munch on.

“Well,” You think about your next words as you gesture for Gojo to move the bag of mochi closer so that you can grab a piece, “My dad was a college basketball coach—still is—and all through elementary to middle school I would often sit on the side of practices and watch them play. So I kind of developed an interest in watching the sport. I find it nostalgic—in a way. My dad and I just bond over it.”

You mention how you were looking to become a professional NBA physical therapist. It had been your dream ever since you were a little girl. And it still is. Though you’re a current sports physical therapist— the best in your field—you want more.

He’s silent as he reflects on your response. You take this as your chance to bite into your mochi, humming contently at the yummy taste. The chewy texture is satisfying against your tongue, its sweetness seeping into your mood. 

“That’s cool,” he replies after a moment of silence. “I grew up watching—and playing—basketball too.” He pauses, and you patiently wait as he collects his thoughts.

“But mostly because our family has been professional basketball players for generations, and I just kind of fell into that.” 

You nod your head in understanding. You wonder if he’s playing because he genuinely likes the game or because it’s expected of him to continue the tradition. The legacy.

You knew about the Gojo family being generational professional basketball players. Every single one of them have played for the Jujutsu Sorcerers, and because of them they’ve always been an outstanding basketball team. Some consider them to be reincarnations of each other, but that’s just silly internet theories. 

There’s numerous articles about the Gojo family, a lot of them highlighting the way they dominate almost every industry. Their wealth, and worldwide superiority is insanely known. It went beyond just Gojo’s direct family playing professional basketball, their entire family tree is gifted with various qualities. 

You can’t imagine the burden he must carry. 

One thing is certain and it’s that you’re genuinely delighted in his presence. You realize he’s silent before looking over at him, and you frown at the unreadable look on his face. “What’s wrong?” You probe.

His gorgeous bright blue eyes look all over your face in an analytical kind of way, before a ghost smile grazes his features. “Nothing,” he says softly, his eyes staring softly at you, “Nothing at all.” He turns back to bite into his mochi, chewing on it before contently humming to himself. 

A familiar tune, you realize, and you gasp before hitting his arm, “Is that the Digimon tune?” His eyes twinkle in surprise, and something like eagerness—before he takes off into another excited rant. Telling you about his favorite digital pet model toy he used to own as a kid, and how he still has a collection of them at home. He tells you about how he wishes to find a rare one. His descriptions are so animated, and you can’t help but stare fondly at his features. 

Though you weren’t a huge digimon fan, you don’t bother telling him in fear of breaking through his elation.

How the corner of his lips turns up in excitement or how his hands are used to animatedly demonstrate what he is trying to portray. Often used to wave them around. Your favorite feature would have to be his eyes, and the way they sparkle when he talks about something he's passionate about. Even in the darkness his ice cold blue eyes find a way to look so warm.

You like the bubble you’ve both created for yourselves. Time feels unimportant, and worries feel so far away. 

After his rant you fall back into a comfortable silence. The ambience around you does a good job at filling the silence. The crickets hidden in the grass sing as the wind blows, swaying the trees. The moon lightens up the world to the best of her ability. But the city is alive, it always is. New York never sleeps, even at night. It’s probably the time it’s most awake.

Gojo breaks the comfortable silence,“What are you doing Saturday night?” 

You make it back at 7 a.m., (with the help of Gojo driving you home), and thank the gods that you didn’t have work today. Shoko would’ve pestered you about your late-night whereabouts. 

You’re welcomed by the sight of your cousin sitting on the floor by the coffee table surrounded by numerous magazines scattered around the living room. Her concentration prompts you to raise a skeptical eyebrow. 

Cautiously walking into her space to not cause a disturbance, you ask her why she has a mess in your living room. 

“I’m researching.” What could she possibly be researching in a magazine?

She notices your confused silence, and heavily sighs before putting her pen down. “I’m trying to figure out how to marry a professional athlete so that I can leech off him, and live a happy–rich–life. A girl doesn’t just become the wife of a NBA franchise player by accident.” She takes a moment to apply lip gloss before continuing. 

“It takes strategy, good intel, and vision.” She finishes off before grabbing the poster board sitting next to her, showing you a pin board with various different basketball players. Thankfully, a certain bright blue eyed player is absent. 

Next to each of their pictures is their name, age, birthday, interests, basketball team, and other miscellaneous facts. Her entire pin-board looks like an FBI investigation wall.

“Modeling only pays so much. Especially as a model who isn’t a Super-model.” An exasperated breath leaves her lips as if she was exhausted from just explaining the obvious to you.

“I mean look at this!” She says, frantically showing you the magazine. You lean over to get a better look as you read the title. 

‘PROFESSIONAL ATHLETE, NANAMI KENTO’S WIFE STARTS BRAND NEW BAKING TELEVISION SHOW.’

 “These women get fragrance deals, shoe lines, clothing lines, like; Oh.My.God! Even shows!” Each admission becomes more passionate than the last. As she continues to rant to you. “I’m almost 30. I need to start thinking for myself, and my future. Like, now. I’ll find a man, and use him.” 

You laugh at her crazy talk, you start putting fingers down as you list her current struggles, “You’re crashing in my guestroom.” One finger down. “Your BMW got repossessed because you stopped making payments.” Two fingers down. “You haven’t been able to hold a steady job.” Three fingers down. “And you don’t even help clean the house.” Four fingers down.

You wave them in front of her face to try and get your point across. “Look, I’m all for you finding a rich man in the future, and living off of him—that’s fine. But for now, at least help around the house when you can. I work lots of shifts at the clinic, the least you could do is help at home—” 

“Especially since you don’t help me pay any bills.” She’s ready to protest, and cut you off. You make sure you get the last word in. “I don’t care because I get paid enough to cover this nice apartment in the middle of the city. Just, take some stress off my shoulders.” You smile kindly at her.

She lets out a huff of annoyance before turning back to her magazines, and ignoring you. A tired sigh escapes your lips. Her gloomy mood makes you feel pitiful, but thankfully you remember what Gojo said to you that night. 

“Besides, how are you gonna get an NBA husband, if you…” You grab your phone, and tap on the screen before showing her the details for Gojo Satoru’s Saturday birthday party, “Don’t go to the gatherings?” 

Her eyes grow wide with excitement, and she jumps up to hug you. “How did you do that?” She questions in disbelief, as she grabs your phone to see the tickets. “Well, I bumped into him in the street, and one thing led to another so he invited me.” 

She squeals before hugging you again. “I need to figure out what I need to wear. No—I need to figure out what I need to buy to wear.” She runs to your guest room in excitement, muttering to herself as she begins to move further and further away from you. The door slammed shut as an indication that you’re now alone in the living room.

You choose to keep the details hidden of how exactly you met Gojo because of how personal they felt. It felt like something sacred that should be kept between Gojo and you. You didn’t want to let anyone inside your little bubble. As selfish as that sounded. 

What happened earlier this morning felt so refreshing. You softly smile to yourself before walking to your room to rest your eyes before the party. 

Your mom has always believed in destiny. That the universe worked in mysterious ways. She liked the idea that everything was meant to be. People were at a certain place, and time for a reason. Even if you lose something—whatever it may be— the first time, it’ll always come back someway, somehow. 

You believe it now as she enters your old adolescent room before you, holding a box in her hands. You had decided to get ready at your parents house because of how convenient it would be, considering how Gojo’s house is closer to your parent’s house compared to yours. 

“You are going to find a husband tonight.” Your mother laughs. You playfully roll your eyes at her admission. “Mom… don’t start.” You half-heartedly warn before she goes off her lovesick rant, placing the box on the table next to you. 

“Honey, I married your father, and he still can’t believe his luck. I mean I understand, I am beautiful, and so is my gorgeous daughter—”

“—and niece!” Your cousin adds before going back to the mirror, touching up her eyelashes. 

Your mother and you sweetly laugh before continuing, “I mean, when I first met him, it was like love at first sight.” You can’t help the frown that overtakes your features at her admission, a certain white-haired blue eyed man coming to mind.

“Anyway,” Your mother says before waving dismissively, “I have a surprise.” She smiles, before opening the box she had brought with her. You gasp as she pulls out the most gorgeous set of earrings you’ve ever laid eyes on. “Are those…?” You trail off in question. 

“Your grandmother’s diamond earrings.” Your mother confirms before gazing softly at them. “She wore them the night she met your grandfather, and I wore them the night I met your father. And now I want you to wear them.” She tells you. 

“They’re beautiful!” Your cousin compliments, quickly picking herself up from her seat and making her way over. “They are more than beautiful,” Your mother responds in agreement.

“I don’t think those will suit her Auntie, but they will suit me!” You glare at your cousin. Your mom smiles at your cousin before handing them to her. A look of betrayal paints your face. “Then I think you should wear them.” 

Your heart drops at the admission, and before you could protest. The earrings are already on her before you could blink. “What do you think?” She asks you. Ugly. You think. 

“I think I need a shot.” You mutter. 

“Oh my god.” Your cousin says in amazement. “This is beautiful.”

You can’t help but silently agree with her. Gojo’s house was beyond gorgeous. The house was elegant, simplistic, yet lived in. It was decorated enough to uplift the house, rather than outshine it. 

You walk through the main entrance, and see a lot of faces you’d usually see on TV, magazines, and billboard signs. Lots of Gojo’s teammates scatter among the crowd. They’re easy to spot considering their height. 

The music is played to a low volume. The atmosphere emits one of class, tranquility yet fun, and livelihood. People chatter away, immersed in their own worlds, without a care in the world. You suppose that people who have the privilege to attend a Gojo gathering can afford to live without a care in the world. 

As you enter the main living room, you hear a voice command the room. Perfecting timing. 

“I’d like to make a special toast, for a special birthday boy.” Geto grins, lifting his drink to cheer, before grabbing Gojo by the neck and continuing with what you suspect is a birthday speech. As if on queue the people begin to gather around Geto and Gojo.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard this before,” Geto pauses before continuing, “that when some people become rich and famous they turn into pricks…” He looks back at Gojo, “But Satoru’s always been a rich and famous asshole, so it doesn’t apply to him.” He laughs before receiving a shove from Gojo as they share a hearty laugh together. 

“Point is, he’s still the same guy from high school…minus the stickman legs, and high-pitched voice.” The crowd joins in on Geto’s laughter, “To my one and only best friend, happy birthday.” The crowd cheers, and a chorus of ‘Happy Birthday!' ring throughout the room. “Thank you Suguru.” You watch as Gojo and Geto prepare themselves to do a load of shots. As the music begins to pick up again, and the crowd disperses. 

Your cousin taps your shoulder, and you look over at her, “I’m gonna go explore okay?” 

“Oh! O–” You turn around to find her already gone, “--Kay.”

You find your way to the bar, as you sweetly greet the bartender. “Can I have a glass of champagne?”

You’re waiting patiently against the bar when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and a look of surprise crosses your features at the sight of Gojo’s beaming smile. “You made it.” He says happily, eyeing you with a dopey smile. 

“Happy birthday!” You tell him, and his hand rests beside your waist against the bar, slightly caging you in. “I got you a card!” You say, reaching into your handbag for the Digimon themed birthday card, and a breathy chuckle leaves Gojo’s lips at the sight of it. 

His eyes twinkle when he looks back up at you, “Aw, come on,” He says before continuing with a fake pout, “No surprise punch?” 

You laugh at his lame teasing, but play along with him anyway. “Maybe next time, if you decide to run up behind me in the middle of the night, I’ll give you two.” His lips set on a teasing yet flirty smile, raising a questioning eyebrow, “Next time? With the way you look tonight, there will definitely be a next time—”

“Oh god!” A frantic voice interrupts you both, and you’re not surprised to find out the culprit is your cousin. Although you’re happy that she found you again, currently her presence is an unwelcome one. Her hand rests on your shoulder as she looks into your eyes. Your annoyance is quickly replaced with worry as it immediately overtakes your features. “There you are! I am so sorry, but I need to leave.” Your cousin says. 

“What? Why? Is everything okay?” You ask, quickly scanning her for any physical injuries. “Everything is okay! It’s just that I got a call from the non-profit I was working with, and they need me to come in immediately.”

Non-profit? Working with?

“What? You don’t–”, She gives you a look that causes a realization to wash over you. She’s lying to make a good impression. With a roll of your eyes, you clear your throat to look back at Gojo but find that he is already fixated on something. Or more like someone. 

Your cousin. The look on his face causes a sinking feeling to settle in your stomach. “Hey.” He says. 

“Gojo, this is my cousin.” You tell him her name before continuing, “We grew up together.” 

Your cousin barely glances at Gojo before realization dawns on her about who he is, and a flirty smile graces her features. “Oh, hi. Nice to meet you.” She says, before slipping back into a false indifference. Gojo’s eyes never leave her figure, but your cousin has a game to play, and it’s her favorite one. Unfortunately for Gojo, he’s playing right into it. 

“One of the volunteers at the homeless shelter I help out at, just called in sick. So I need to go.” She begins to walk away, but Gojo stops her before she can. “You know, I volunteer too.”

“That’s cool," she says before turning to you and perking up again, “I have to stop by the store to buy some games for the kids, okay?” You couldn’t believe her. Her head tilted to one side while listening to him, a hidden sheen of interest coated her eyes. 

You think you might have to kill yourself after this.

Gojo’s eyebrows raise once again in a curious manner, “You two…live together?” 

“If by living together, you mean she free-loads, then yeah! We live together.” That earns you a gentle elbow in the stomach. “How can I get in touch with you?” He persists with an unrelenting stare.

“Oh…Gojo…It’s Gojo, right?” You feel your eyes roll involuntarily,” I’m sorry I’ve tried the whole ‘dating an athlete thing, and…it’s not my thing. But it was really nice talking to you.” She turns to you once again, and you swear you see a menacing glint in her eye. “Are you ready?”

To jump off a cliff? Absolutely. 

Your cousin walks away, and anger overtakes your entire body. You turn to look at Gojo, and deflate at how his attention is solely on her, and the way she confidently walks away, catching the eyes of many men. Unaware of the attention you hinder as well.

You feel sick to your stomach. You should’ve asked the bartender for a round of shots.

Gojo’s friends watch as you walk away with interest in their eyes. “You know, the objective is not to make them leave.” Geto speaks up. Entranced by you. 

But Gojo’s eyes stay focused elsewhere, before looking at Geto, “I think this worked out just great.” He trails off.

“What the hell was that back there?” You interrogate in a tight voice as soon as you shut the car door. “Oh. Come on.” The tone of her voice has you reeling back. You watch in disbelief as your cousin reapplies her lipstick through your car vanity mirror. She pops her lips before continuing, “Was he looking at me when I walked away?” Her eyes shine with a gleam of deviltry.

A scoff leaves your lips, and you look away from her. “Yes, he was.” Sadly. “You do realize, you don’t work—let alone volunteer—for a homeless shelter, right?” 

“Obviously,” she counters, “But he seemed like the kind to fall for that kind of stuff. So I gave it to him, and it worked. I won’t even need to work a job anymore when I get to live in this big house.” Her hands gesture back to the direction of Gojo’s house before continuing to fix her makeup. 

“You don’t even work a job now.” You emphasize with raised eyebrows, and a tilt in your head. “Besides, you rejected him.”

“Yeah,” your cousin responds in a ‘duh’ tone, “That’s probably the first time that’s ever happened since…forever. Trust me…” She trails off while fixing her hair, “I’ll be hearing from him.”

And she did. 

The next morning you’re almost leaving your apartment for work when you hear a knock, and find a well dressed Gojo before your eyes. You raise a questioning eyebrow at the sight of his presence. 

He eyes you for a little before clearing his throat. “Is your cousin here?” A hesitant tone overtakes his features, studying you for a reaction. 

Your heart threatens to drop, but you clear your head before it can. “Yeah.” You respond somberly before continuing, “She’s in her room. I’ll go get her.” You turn around to fetch your cousin but pause mid-turn as a sudden question sweeps into your head. You turn to face him once again in clear confusion.

“How did you know I lived here?” You ask skeptically. Gojo grins confidently, a lazy smile gracing his features, “I know people.” 

“That’s reassuring.” You drift away from him after curtly inviting him inside your home, and you watch as he studies your cozy apartment. Zero-ing in on the personal pictures of you you’ve hung up on your bookshelf. A faint hum comes out of him as he studies your pictures intently, memorizing them. 

“Aren’t you nosy.” You quip at him teasingly. He turns to look at you with a playful expression. “Well, I find you interesting.”

“Well not interesting enough,” you say, muttering to yourself. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” You say walking away from him to get your cousin. 

Everything took off from there. One dinner turned into two, then three, and then more than you could count on two hands. It’s like their love came easy for them, and you could tell by the countless tabloids covering their every move. 

From Gojo’s ravenous yacht dates with your cousin, to endless shopping sprees. Everyday a new magazine feature was released to keep the public updated on their love story. But you didn’t need to read them to know how good they were to one another. You could tell by the way they’d gaze at each other, more on Gojo’s part. 

She’d come home countless times, with something new to share. Whether it was a new expensive necklace Gojo had bought her, or he took her overseas on a spontaneous trip. You sat there and took it. You were helpless, and all you could do was blindly support her. Encourage their relationship. 

And Gojo? He became unstoppable. It was impossible to believe how much better his life got—considering how great it already was. He was amazing on the court, and off the court (so you’ve heard). Your cousin got her wish granted. She could finally sit in the basketball wives section, sporting a new exclusive purse every game. She got the brand deals she always wanted, and a feature on a well known magazine. The paparazzi were so obsessed with them. Oftentimes photographing them on outings, whether it was an exclusive club, or a sweet night out together. 

Headlines often portrayed their relationship as anything short of wonderful. 

“PACKING IT IN: Gojo Satoru ushers his precious girlfriend into his Mercedes after spending an exhaustive day buying up boutique Manhattan.”

“LOOK OUT!: Gojo Satoru and girlfriend share a sweet kiss at a beach in Bora Bora.”

She got everything she ever wanted, and Gojo wasn’t an exception.

At first it felt like you were drowning. Like you couldn’t escape them, but then acceptance began to settle in.

You were aware of your brief interaction with Gojo. Though it felt like more than that, you realize maybe you’d jump the gun too fast. The way you both clicked that night, maybe you’d imagined his interest in you. Maybe you’d wish so badly for it that it twisted your reality of things. You’d wished to have swept him away the way your cousin did. It hurt to see the man you’d ever truly had a faint interest in slowly fall in love with your cousin. They were just so in love. At least, he thought he was.

But it didn’t matter anyway, it’s not like you knew the guy–beyond just a conversation that lasted hours. Vulnerability leaving you both bare to one another. Gojo wasn’t yours. And now he’ll never be. 

You weren’t bitter. No. On the contrary, at first you were upset—granted—, but then you were happy for her. How could you be bitter? You had your own thing going on. It was going to take far more than this to hurt you. Besides, you could just avoid Gojo Satoru, right?

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beauty and the freak

three

you were pissed! the moment you heard the news about your mom moving into the house right across the street from you. you knew she only did that to piss your father off.

it angered you to your core! who the hell does she think she is?! your dad tried to keep you from blowing a fuse, but it was too late.

by the time eddie arrived to pick you up, you went off, cursing, yelling, and screaming. Eddie’s just hummed along. he was use to you constantly going on about how much distain you have for your mother.

“eddie?! are you even listening to me?”

“im sorry sweetheart, but is it such a bad thing she lives right across the street? its not like you have to see her everyday. im sure she’ll be in her own little bubble just like before.”

you scoffed. “that’s not the point edward!”

eddie sighs. “what is the point baby?”

you didn’t know what to say. mostly because you didn’t know why you were so angry by this. but eddie was suppose to just understand.

“as my boyfriend you’d think you would give a fuck about how i feel.” you roll your eyes.

eddie sighs once more. he really didn’t have the energy to argue with you.

“edward!”

“hey! i understand you have this huge issue with your mom, i do! but you do not talk to me like that. do you understand?!”

you huffed and folded your arms while looking out the window right when eddie parks.

he grabs your face a little roughly. you looked into his eyes before he speaks. “do you understand?!”

“yes, sir.”

“now, may we please have somewhat of a decent day? i canceled dnd tonight to watch my girl cheer today.”

you had been begging him to come see you from the moment the two of you started dating. unfortunately he had a dnd game every friday as well. he refused to cancel it simply because, just like cheer is important to you, dungeons and dragons is important to him.

this week was a very convenient one for him to cancel. gareth was grounded, mike and dustins family was going to visit their friend will, and lucas joined said basketball team, so he figured he might as well cancel tonight’s events.

“really?!”

eddie smirks. “yeah!”

you squealed before hugging him tightly. “you’re gonna enjoy it, i promise.”

“doubt it. couldn’t care less about basketball. but i do like that short little skirt you have to wear.” eddie smirks.

you playfully roll your eyes as eddie gets out of his van and goes to open the door for you. the two of you walk hand and hand, all eyes on you. people still didn’t get the appeal of eddie munson, but you couldn’t give three fucks.

your relationship with eddie was amazing. he treated you like the queen you are. no one else’s opinions mattered.

a few of your friends actually loved eddie once they got to know him. he was funny and charming so they understood. others, not so much.

“yn?!”

your turned and saw your best friend, ariana. “what’s up?”

“did you hear about what happened last night? apparently jason cheated on chrissy again, but she caught him in the act.”

“it was about time. we kept telling her he’s no good.”

“yeah, but that’s not the worst part. she forgave him instantly! he kept apologizing to her all night and she made him promise he’d never do it again.”

“she can’t be that dumb?!”

eddie was already over this conversation. not giving a single fuck about jason fucking carver.

“im gonna go find the guys. see you later, baby.” eddie kisses you passionately before walking away.

“god! you’re so lucky. eddie is literally the perfect man.”

you honestly couldn’t argue with that. eddie was the perfect man! and if this closed minded, dumb fucked town actually got to know the metal head, they’d realize he was the sweetest man on the planet. you were so sick of them judging eddie simply because he liked listening to heavy metal and playing a fantasy game.

eddie made you the happiest. no boyfriend before him has ever treated you the way he did. eddie was the kind of boyfriend to buy you flowers every date, run to the store to buy you pads or tampons when needed, cuddle you whenever you just needed someone to hold, listen to anything and everything you had to say, gives you random forehead kisses, and so much more. he was perfect in your eyes.

not to mention, the only man who could put you in your place. eddie was a very dominant man when it came to the bedroom. it’s something you lacked in the past. most guys just want to get off! they couldn’t care less about your needs. eddie, eddie made sure you came at least once before he fucked you into oblivion.

“i know! god, ari! he’s so romantic! just last night he took me out to this fancy ass restaurant outside of hawkins. he bought me my favorite flowers and spoiled me with anything i wanted! i don’t understand how i got so lucky with him. it still baffles me.” you slowly shake your head as you looked over and spot eddie talking to his group of friends.

“please find me an eddie, girl!”

“his best friend gareth is single!”

“the one with the short hair? he’s cute!”

“mhm! he’s still very skeptical of me. but i can ask eddie to talk to him for you. im sure he’d finally give me the green light as well. so far ive only been able to win dustin over.” you sigh.

it was hard on your relationship with eddie. you wanted—no, needed his friends to like you! you weren’t going anywhere, you let eddie know that the moment you took interest in him. he knew that of course! but his friends would still put things into his head. calling you suspicious, saying girls like you don’t date guys like them, saying you’re using him, calling it a bet like you’re in so basic ass rom-com! it hurt. you love eddie with your whole heart. sure, the two of you were young, but you knew eddie was your person. you wanted to marry him someday and have as many little munsons ruling the world in the future! but winning the friends over was a must! and you’d do anything and everything to try and prove to them you’re not going anywhere.

“set it up! we can double date.”

“texting eddie now,” the first bell rung. you say goodbye to ari as eddie walks over to you and walks you to your first class of the day.

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

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A/N: Yeah, when I got the idea to make El genderfuid, I just ran with it. Also, at the end, there's a little bit of smut, which was supposed to be mostly implied, but my fingers ran away from me. Also, there is no teen pregnancy for Nance. They've already got kids to take care of. Just had to put that out there.

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Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen- Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Steve’s POV

Steve grinned as he watched Eddie score the winning point, and he laughed at Eddie's stunned face.

"Holy shit, I did it," Eddie said. "I won the game! Here I am, Hawkins! Eddie the Freak Munson has conquered the sport of basketball! Fear me!"

Steve laughed again and stared at his raised arms before smirking. He snuck up on Eddie's side. He knelt to pick him up and tossed him over his shoulder. Steve laughed as he spun him around. Lucas and El, who they had been playing against, started giggling.

"I like basketball," El decided.

"Steven! I'm going to toss my fucking cookies. Stop it!" Eddie shrieked.

Steve laughed and lowered him into his arms. Eddie wrapped his legs around him and kissed him deeply.

"So?" Steve asked.

"Okay, so basketball isn't that bad," Eddie said. "I really loved it when you started narrating it like you were a dungeon master."

"Yeah, we call those guys sports announcers or sports casters," Steve said.

"Tomato, potato," Eddie paused. "So, am I forgiven?"

"Definitely," Steve grinned and set Eddie down, slapping him on the ass. "Hit the showers."

"You heard him, lady and gent, hit the showers!" Eddie exclaimed.

"I am one of the boys today," El said seriously.

"Ah, okay. Remind me to make you special pins again," Eddie said.

"You always tell me to remind you. I think you need pins to remind you to make me pins," El replied.

"Oh, very funny! My little brother, the comedian!" Eddie exclaimed and paused. "Although, it's not a bad idea."

"Nancy said that you would forget your head if it was not screwed on," he said.

"Nancy's cute, but yeah, she's usually right," Eddie grinned at his brother.

Surprisingly, it was Steve and Eddie who were out of the showers first. Eddie collapsed on the bench next to Nancy and Robin, laying his head in Nancy's lap.

"What are you ladies doing?" Eddie asked.

"Filling out college applications," Nancy said as she set her notebook aside. "You were really good out there."

"Oh, yeah, how do you think the other jocks would react if I signed up to join the basketball team this year?" Eddie asked.

"Not very well," Nancy giggled.

"I would pay to see that," Steve said.

"I am not looking forward to school tomorrow," Eddie groaned. "Another year of hell, but I am determined to graduate this year. No one can stop me, not even Principal Higgins."

"If I have to threaten him too, I will," Nancy said. "You're walking across that stage with me."

"I love it when you defend my honor. It makes me feel like a princess," Eddie said.

"You are a princess, our princess," Steve teased as he leaned against Nancy's legs to kiss Eddie.

El and Lucas finally came out of the shower, making their way over to the group.

"El had a great idea. Let's grab some dinner," Lucas said, and then he paused. "Hey, I just realized. . . Why aren't Mike and Dustin here?"

"I told them they needed to come up with a really awesome one-shot to audition for Hellfire," Eddie said. "They didn't realize I was fucking with them so they're working on it right now."

"Nice," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, I'm actually invested in seeing what they come up with," Eddie said. "Might be fun."

El opened his mouth to suggest what they could possibly eat for dinner, and Eddie immediately sat up to glare at him.

"You can't eat waffles all the time, El," Eddie said. "I love waffles as much as the next person, but we can not have them for dinner for a third day in a row."

"Aww," El said.

"I could definitely use a break from these college applications," Robin said. "My hand hurts."

The group headed out. Eddie and El went to Eddie's van. Lucas, Robin, and Nancy followed Steve to his car. Steve was about to open his car door when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and he tensed up immediately when he saw Nancy scowl. Steve whirled around and came face to face with Tommy H.

"And just when I thought the rest of my day was going to keep looking up," Steve sighed. "What do you want, Tommy?"

"Just curious if your daddy knows about how public you are with your affections?" Tommy asked.

When Steve tensed up even further, Lucas and Robin moved to his side.

"You saw me with Eddie," Steve stated.

"Well, he kissed you in the school gym. You guys weren't exactly subtle," Tommy said.

"My dad knows about me, but he doesn't particularly care for others to know," he said and paused. "Are you planning on telling him?"

"You wouldn't like that, would you?" Tommy asked.

"No," Steve scoffed. "What do you want?"

"To warn you to be more careful next time, Harrington," Tommy said.

"Are you threatening him?" Nancy asked, moving in front of Steve protectively.

"What? No!" Tommy exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"Well then, what are you doing? Because you sure sound like you were threatening him," Robin said, scowling at him.

"I, uh, I guess it did sound like that," Tommy said, rubbing the back of his head.

Steve tilted his head to the side as he watched Tommy. He had known him most of his life, considering their fathers worked together. There were only a few times when he had seen Tommy look vulnerable like this.

"What's going on?" Steve asked softly.

"They're okay with you?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, they're my friends. Of course, they are," Steve said.

It was then that Eddie approached with El, the both of them looking concerned. Tommy stepped back, his hands in his pockets.

"Is something going here?" Eddie asked. "Hayes."

"Uh, actually, it's Hagan. That's the other Tommy H," he replied.

"Right," Eddie said. "He's the asshole who used to come after me and Hellfire. Lot more blond and a lot less freckles. You're Steve’s former friend who swarmed around Hargrove like a pilot fish."

"I was trying to make Steve jealous," Tommy said. "Honestly, kind of hated the guy."

"What?" Steve asked.

"I'm gay, Steve," Tommy replied.

"What? But you and Carol - " Steve said.

"I was the one who made up that rumor about me and Carol having sex in the seventh grade. Honestly, we only did it a couple of times before I realized I was trying to be someone I wasn't. I was an asshole for a long time because of it. You know, just because I was struggling with who I am, though, doesn't exactly give me the right to act like that. I guess, if I seemed miserable, it's because I was. I treated you, Nancy, and Barb like shit. I talked shit about everyone, too. I guess it was easier to do that than to face the truth about myself," Tommy shrugged.

"There he is," Steve grinned. "There's the Tommy that I remember."

"Thanks for allowing us to be there for that, man," Eddie said softly. "I do have a question. You said that you were trying to make Steve jealous?"

"Uh, I was in love with him for a long time," Tommy winced. "That's sort of why I hated you, Nancy, but I'm no longer in love with him. I actually have a boyfriend!"

He pulled out his wallet and pulled out a small photo from the folds. He handed it to Steve.

"Oh, wow, he's cute," Steve said.

"His name is Walter. He just finished his first year at the University of Indianapolis. I'll be going there in a few days," Tommy said proudly. "My mom took that photo."

"Your mom knows?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I decided to tell both of my parents. Of course, my dad didn't take it too well. Tried to beat it out of me. My mom took my old baseball bat to his head. She actually deafened the bastard. He's in jail now," Tommy shrugged.

"Damn, way to go Carmen," Steve said.

"Yeah, she's more than okay with it. She loves Walter," Tommy said.

"Hey, we were about to grab a bite to eat. Do you want to come with us?" Eddie asked.

"I mean, I was going to shoot hoops in the gym one last time, but if it's alright with Steve and everyone else, I'd like that," Tommy said.

"Of course," Steve said and pulled Tommy into a hug.

After so long, it felt nice to have his old friend back. Robin did make sure that Tommy wasn't just going to slip back into his old role, that the position had been filled. She told him she was a lesbian and then patted his cheek before slipping into the back seat of Steve’s car.

"You should know, though, that I'm not just with Eddie either," Steve said. "I'm back with Nancy."

"And they're both okay with it?" Tommy asked.

"We're all dating each other," Nancy replied.

"Are you happy, Steve?" Tommy asked.

"Happier than ever," Steve shrugged. "I've got an amazing boyfriend and girlfriend as well as an amazing new best friend. Kids who look up to me. . .I have a family who actually cares about me more than my parents ever did."

"Sounds like we both got to a better place," Tommy said. "Somehow."

"Sometimes life surprises you," Steve shrugged.

"You think that there's a spot for me in your better life?" Tommy asked.

"Of course, Tommy," Steve said. "What about me in yours?"

"I kind of always left the door open even if I didn't let you know," Tommy said. "I missed you, man."

"I've been missing you for a long time," Steve said. "It's good to see you again, Tommy."

"It's good to see you, too."

As they sat around the largest table in the restaurant, missing Dustin and Mike, Steve realized that he realized that a part of him had been yearning for Tommy to be a part of his life again. Later that night, he lay in bed in his newly furnished apartment in between Eddie and Nancy, Steve couldn't stop the wide grin from spreading on his face. All the furniture he had taken from his parents' house, jumping the gun on moving into the apartment and so ready to leave his biological parents behind. The only thing he really needed now was a new stove and new supplies for downstairs. His real parents had chipped in for an AC unit as a welcome home present. So, he had packed up all of his things, what little he had there, left a message on his parents' machine about their house getting robbed, and left the house for good.

"Whatcha grinning about, Stevie?" Eddie asked.

"Just thinking about how insanely happy I am right now," Steve said and paused. "Are you alright with Tommy being back in my life, Nancy?"

"Of course, I actually like this Tommy," Nancy grinned.

"Well, this is the Tommy that I befriended when I was younger," Steve said. "I really missed him."

"Then I really glad he's back in your life," Nancy said.

"By the way, Nance, how did you get your mom to let you have a sleepover with your boyfriends on a school night?" Eddie asked.

"She trusts us. I mean, it turns out I wasn't exactly as sneaky as I thought I was when you both snuck into my room. She knew you were there. I think she'd rather I'd be honest with her if I'm just going to do it anyway. She also knows how happy we are together," Nancy said. "And Holly absolutely adores the both of you. As does Mike."

Eddie grinned as he got up and pulled a book out of his overnight bag.

"Okay, so where did we leave off?" He asked.

"Actually, Nancy and I were talking. . .we were hoping to have sex but if you want to read instead. . . " Steve said.

"Okay, Munsons do not throw books," Eddie said and carefully put the book back.

He jumped back into bed, kissing Steve deeply. Steve laughed and broke the kiss.

"So, you don't want to read?" Steve asked.

Nancy laughed and rolled her eyes. She tugged at Eddie's shirt, lifting it above his head.

"Nancy and I say no to that," Eddie said.

Eddie kissed Nancy, leaning over Steve to do it. He tugged at Nancy's shirt and slid his fingers under the material. He continued to kiss Nancy, unbuttoning her sleep shirt and sliding it off her body. He broke the passionate kiss to appreciate the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Nancy peered at him, her eyes dark. She tugged at Eddie's pajama pants.

"Off. Now," Nancy demanded.

Eddie was quick to obey, getting rid of his pants and his boxers. Nancy did the same and shed the rest of her clothes. Steve could only watch, mesmerized as they kissed over him again. Eddie broke the kiss with Nancy, chuckling.

"I guess we're the only ones who will be naked, Nancy," Eddie said.

"I guess so," Nancy said in amusement.

"Oh, right!" Steve exclaimed, blushing and quickly stripped.

The three of them fell into bed, laughing, as they pressed themselves together. Their hands and mouths explored every inch of each other as they danced together, rolling around on the bed. They grinded and thrusted in perfect unison but arriving on their own time in perfect ecstasy. It ended with Nancy in between them both as they fucked into her, filling her up from both sides and stuffing her full as she took them in hungrily. Nancy's nails clung to Eddie as Steve spilled into the condom from behind Nancy. Their sweaty naked bodies were spent as they pulled away and collapsed against the sheets. Steve bit his lip and tried not to say it. . .trying not to ruin the moment that was so perfect. He needed to say it.

"I love sex," Nancy gasped and then paused. "What I meant to say was I love you. . .I love you both, and I love having sex with you."

"Honey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. A woman is allowed to have healthy sexual appetite and to enjoy it," Eddie said with a chuckle and ran his fingers across her skin. "It's only been a couple of months but fuck, I love you guys, too."

"I love you too," Steve said. "Both of you."

"Shit. I think my condom broke," Eddie cursed. "Of course, mine is the one that breaks."

"I'm on the pill. Are you clean?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah. Very."

"Then I think we're fine," Nancy chuckled.

After they cleaned each other up, they collapsed back onto the bed again. Nestled safe in their arms, Steve was unbelievably happy, and in that moment, he believed nothing could go wrong. As he drifted off to sleep, he tried not to think about Eddie's dreams and what they might mean for them. No, right now they were together and they were happy. Nothing was going to get in their way, not if Steve could help it.

Chapter Seventeen

[miss0atae]

Random Thoughts about The Rebound Ep 7 and 8 :

I'm late to the party, but I was on holidays so I just watched these episodes today.

This series is truly a ride. It feels like so many things happened in these last two episodes. I don't exactly want to describe what happened in detail. I think I'll focus on the different characters and what these episodes brought to them. The event can be summarized in few sentences: Ryu was attacked by the loser team and his arm got injured ; Zen and Grandma decided to let him stay with them ; Atom got into a fight with his teammates because Zen was really angry at what happened to Ryu ; Atom quit the team ; the Boss wanted Q to bring Ryu back to play street basketball, Ryu and Zen were hurt and Q killed everyone to save Ryu.

▪️ I'll start to talk about how Ryu and Zen are finally a couple in these episodes and how it wasn't exactly how I thought they would end up together. Last week, Ryu seems to be quite hesitant to admit his feelings for Zen. They shared a kiss, but Ryu was scared of being discovered and he hurt Zen's feeling. I believed it was because Ryu wasn't ready to accept his feelings yet. However, in these episodes, it's Ryu who decided to admit his feelings to Zen. It felt to me that he was mostly compelled to do it because Atom who is also trying to confess to Zen. Afraid of losing Zen before telling him the truth, Ryu decided to admit it and I didn't like it. I'm glad there are together because they are the main couple and they look sweet together. I knew before watching the series that it would be a friends-to-lovers trope so I wasn't surprised (there is also the fact that MeenPing are a branded pair so of course they would be together). I just didn't like that it was jealousy and fear of losing him that made Ryu asked Zen out. It seems to me the writers didn't know how to make them let go of their fear to be together. Why would Ryu be afraid of people seeing him with Zen last week, if this week it has no impact on him. I would have liked a little conversation about why he acted this way towards Zen. I guess we have this next time. They really need to talk about the past and why it shaped their relationship the way it is.

▪️ To be honest, this week, I didn’t care about the main couple. Every other characters were more important to me than them. I became number one fan of Atom this week and I can’t believe myself. I would never have thought I would like this character as much as I do. You have to know, he is played by Frank Thanatsaran and until now I didn’t like his acting. I’ve watched most of his filmography and it didn’t impress me. However, in this series, I find him really good! The way he portrays Atom is really good. I felt he became better at expressing his character’s thoughts. It’s not perfect, but it’s such a nice change from his previous characters. I also have so much empathy for Atom. He is stuck in a very uncomfortable situation where he tries to please his father by becoming an athlete, but he can’t find the passion of pursuing it. He is just a lost teenager who doesn’t know what he wants to do. When he talked about not knowing what is his dream, I felt sad for him because he insisted he should know at his age about what he wants. In reality, you can be an adult and still doesn’t know what his your dreams or what to make of your life. He puts himself under such a high pressure and he is a teen. He shouldn’t have to do it, but he was raised this way. There is also the fact, he is experiencing his “first” (maybe not, but I feel it is) unrequited love and it hurts to see it. He is doing the best he can to impress his crush and to be here for him, but you can’t force feeling. When he will realize he won’t get the boy he loves, he will experience romantic disappointment. I don’t want that for him. I hope he’ll find his dreams and happiness.

▪️ I also really like his relationship with Zen's Grandma. Since Atom doesn't get a nice parent's figure in his life, it's nice to see that he found someone he can talk too. He feels safe with her. Grandma became his confidant in some way and she gave him good life advice. Especially as Atom doesn't seem to have a lot of friends around him. Friendship can be really important especially when you are still growing and trying to shape yourself the way you want. Friends can make your life more enjoyable, but they can also help us through the difficult times. Grandma is really a good person. She seems to like both Ryu and Atom. She knows more than what she let the boys perceive. I think she understood quickly that Ryu and Zen are an item, but when she called Atom to let him know Ryu came home, she didn't tell him all she knows so he wouldn't be hurt. She is really trying to protect and love all of them. She is never playing favorites.

▪️ At this point of the story I like Atom so much I almost want the story to follow Deep Night's steps and make Ryu, Zen and Atom a throuple, but I know it won't go this way. I guess it's because I don't want to see Atom sad. I'm not saying he is the only one with a sad past  because Ryu seems to have been hurt a lot while growing. However, I feel closer to Atom because I believe we got the same childhood in some way.

▪️ The other character I felt for this week was Q. All the thoughts I had about him last week remains the same: he is stuck in this life without any way of escaping it. He tried to protect Ryu, but he failed. He slept with his Boss because of his love for Ryu and in the end the Boss still tried to force Ryu to work for him. He has been repeated the same mistakes over and over, but this time Q did something and killed all who hurt Ryu. Q doesn't have just a platonic love / brotherly love for Ryu. He killed for him and now that he has done it, he will be on the run. Ryu and Zen tried to convince him to stay with them, but he refuses. Q is really sacrificing everything to allow them to be happy and safe. I'm sad he was pushed in this direction and found no other ways. Is Q a good person? Maybe not. However, I don't think he deserves to be always on the run because he just tried to save innocents. Will we see him again the coming episodes? I can't believe it's the end.

The preview for the next episode seems to have a lighter tone, but I believe it’s not the end of hardships for any characters yet.

[dreamlandforever]

Welcome? To Hellfire Club - Part 2

Here's part 2 of this! Apologies, this one got out of me, and it's much longer than the last one. Either way, I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1

Part 2 - The Campaign

Thursday arrived a lot faster than Steve was expecting, but he was prepared. The kids would be driven to his house by either Eddie himself or Jonathan, so once Steve and Robin’s shift was over, they both headed to the supermarket and then to his house. Steve might not be King of Hawkins anymore, he might be a lot more comfortable with a bat full of nails than with a basketball now, he might not get into the water anymore if it isn’t to save or protect someone else, but he is still a Harrington. Which meant that being a good host had been ingrained into his brain since childhood, same with knowing the correct way to use every item of flatware and how to play piano. None of those things made for great survival skills, but they would come in handy in winning over the Hellfire Club, or so Steve hoped.

“What are we making?” Robin asked, as she unpacked the bags she had helped carry inside. 

Steve made a quick list in his head and looked at the clock on the microwave next to Robin. “Brownies.” he decided, watching Robin grab the necessary items with a smile. He had only recently learned how to bake, mostly thanks to Claudia Henderson. But ever since he had begun doing so, he and Robin have made a habit of making treats for themselves and the kids in his kitchen. Robin moved around the kitchen with a familiarity Steve had never quite managed to in all his years of living in the same house.  “And monkey bread.” he added, unpacking his own bags and only leaving out the ingredients he was going to need. 

“Why are we baking two different things?” Robin asked, throwing at Steve a stick of butter that hit him on the arm before falling on the kitchen floor. As Robin went about gathering all she needed to begin baking, Steve followed her path, closing every cabinet she had left open as per usual. 

“Gareth doesn’t like chocolate.” he answered, picking the butter from the floor. “And monkey bread is Dustin’s favorite.”

Robin was almost always moving, Steve was used to seeing her as a blur out of the corner of his eye, so when she suddenly stopped in the middle of the kitchen, it immediately caught his attention, so he turned to face her. 

“Why do you know what Gareth likes?” she asked, confused with her arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t bother asking about Dustin, of course he knew his favorite.

Steve rolled his eyes at her. “I also know what you like, Robin. That’s why I got everything we need to make those Toll House peanut butter brownies you like.” he said, shaking a package of peanut butter morsels at her, which she hadn’t seen him buy in their store run. He must have had them in his pantry already. 

“Don’t change the subject, dingus. Did you really do research before having the Hellfire over?” she asked incredulously. She opened Steve’s Toll House Heritage Cookbook to start working on her favorite recipe, while Steve pre-heated the oven. They had learned early on that Robin was better off being kept away from any form of fire, a rule Steve was very good at enforcing. 

“Not really,” Steve answered, frowning. He looked over her shoulder to make sure he had set the oven to the right temperature. “I didn’t ask, I am not even sure how I know. The kids must have mentioned it. And no strawberries in anything, Jeff might be allergic? If not him, someone, maybe Kevin, and we are not killing people today.” Robin nodded, mixing the dry ingredients, and throwing the morsels at Steve so he could work on melting them. This time, Steve was prepared and caught them. 

“I can agree with today.” Steve rolled his eyes at her, but Robin was too focused on mixing her ingredients to even notice. “And you do know he calls himself Freak, right? I didn’t even know his name was Kevin. Is it Kevin? Did you make it up, Steve? Also, I didn’t know you could be allergic to strawberries.” Robin commented easily, trying to not to trip over her own feet when Steve pushed her with his hip so he could stand in front of the stove to melt the chips.

“Robin, we are not killing anybody, today or any other day, okay? Yes, that is his name. Me neither.” he agreed, mentally going over everything Robin had said. “I think that’s why I remember it.”

“Yeah, of course not. And we are especially not getting caught,” she said with a wink, making Steve push her face away, while Robin tried to bite his fingers. “How did you even find that out? Is anyone allergic to peanuts? Because we already contaminated the kitchen.” she asked worriedly, watching Steve melt the chips the way Claudia had taught him to, using water instead of directly on the pan. It took Steve a few seconds to match everything she had said to what they were talking about, but he eventually put the pieces together enough to answer. 

“No, Dustin brought a date and walnut cake the last time Hellfire played in the Wheeler’s basement.” he assured her, very certain that peanuts were safe for this group of people. 

Steve was hoping they could fall into their usual rhythm when baking, moving around the kitchen while bumping into each other, and gossiping about whatever had happened at work that day. But he knew better.

“So,” Robin started, using her arms to help herself sit on top of the counter, legs dangling happily. “Eddie.” 

In her defense, Steve knew she was dying to bring the subject up, but she had waited until the brownies were in the oven, and Steve had closed the door of said oven, so there were no burn risks. “We’re friends.” Steve said stubbornly, turning to start the monkey bread, just to have something to do with his hands.

“Yeah, you are. Do you want to be something more?” she asked, teasing tone gone. Steve sighed, before focusing on her. 

“I don’t know, Robin. I don’t even know if Eddie likes men.” he said softly, leaning back on his elbows next to Robin, so they were both facing the clock next to the kitchen entrance. They still had an hour and a half before everyone arrived. “I mean, I didn’t even know I liked men that way until a few months ago.” 

“You knew.” Robin retorted immediately.

“I didn’t know it was allowed.” he amended, agreeing with her.

“The way your brain works is a wonder to me, Steve Harrington.” Robin said easily, smiling at him. 

He let out an unattractive snort, “It is to me too, Bobby. Should I make a dip? Dustin likes dip.” 

“Oh, the artichoke one?” she said excitedly, fingers wiggling in a weird dance. Steve grabbed her hands and held them down to her lap. 

“You’re sitting next to the stove, Robin, please, be more careful.” he complained, while he reached to move the pan he had been using farther away from her, and taking the ingredients needed for the dip out of the fridge. “Yes, we can make the artichoke one, but you cannot say what it is out loud. Made that mistake before, Mike will eat it if he doesn’t know what it is.”

“You are such a mother.” Robin teased, reaching under Steve’s arm that was holding the fridge’s door open to grab the mayonnaise. 

Steve didn’t bother defending himself, handing her the parmesan cheese. Robin knew the exact weird way Max liked her sandwiches, with pickles and chips and horseradish, and just how much chocolate syrup El liked on her Eggos. She also knew Steve’s favorite dip was the artichoke one, even if she preferred the seven-layer dip, which was way easier to prepare. 

“I think he likes you back, is all I am saying. He must. He always comes over when you’re working, always laughing around you, and honestly, I cannot remember a moment in your lives where you weren’t touching in some way.” Robin said, resting her chin on top of Steve’s shoulder, while he measured the mayonnaise he was going to need. If eyeballing could be considered measuring. When he said nothing back, Robin took the hint. “Did I tell you that Mrs. Reid came back today to rent Grease again?” And just like that, she was back to talking about the movies the people they knew had rented, and making up stories on the reason they did.

He smiled to himself, participating in Robin’s theories happily. He was certain that Mr. Abbott had rented Close Encounters of the Third Kind because he had no clue what it was about, while Robin was sure it was because he had tin hats at home and believed in UFOs. 

They had gotten distracted long enough that they were surprised when the bell rang, and Robin almost dropped the soda cans she was arranging on a side table next to the big dining room table Steve had cleaned for the campaign. Steve was halfway to Robin before he realized it was just his doorbell. They both looked at each other in relief and laughed nervously. Robin didn’t let go of Steve’s arm and accompanied him to the door, helping both to get their heartbeats back to normal. 

Steve wasn’t sure what he was expecting from the Hellfire Club really, but when he opened the door Eddie was smiling much too wide to be a real smile, and the rest of the older boys of the club entered the house with only a grunt of acknowledgment at Steve, and a nod to Robin, saying nothing else. They stood at the door in silence, until Steve realized they had never been to his house before. 

“Oh, right!” he said, “This way” and he dragged Robin behind him, signaling for the rest to follow them into the dining room. Once there, he stood a little to the side signaling, “I think this table is big enough for everyone to play comfortably.” Pointing to the side table he had dragged from the living room, he said, “And here are the snacks, you can grab whatever you want. Nothing has strawberries, and the monkey bread doesn’t have chocolate.” He winced internally at the frown Gareth directed at him, but he kept his composure. He had plenty of practice doing it. He was in his element, smiling placidly at everyone, he said, “Let us know if you need anything else, we just need to bring the chips out. The dip is artichoke, but please don’t let the kids know. They eat it just fine if you don’t specify.” 

He saw Jeff nod at him, and taking it as a good sign, he went back to the kitchen to get the chips. 

“You’re doing great.” Robin said quietly, entering the kitchen after him.

“I ranted.” Steve knew Hellfire was not just going to like him because Eddie did, and they were not going to accept him with open arms. He was pretty sure he was not a person to them. Gareth at least was young enough that Steve must have only been at Hawkins High for a year at most at the same time as him. But they knew of him. King Harrington. The Hair Harrington. The Bully Harrington. He was a jock, and that was all they needed to know. It didn’t matter how much Steve had changed in the last few years, nor how many times he had almost died. Hell, he couldn’t even swim anymore without having a panic attack, and back then he had been the swim team captain. But Hellfire knew nothing of this, so it was up to Steve to let them know him as just Steve. 

“Yeah, but it wasn’t obvious. You’re doing great.” she reassured him, grabbing some more juice boxes for the kids and following him back out. The bell rang again in rapid succession before Steve heard the front door open.

“Henderson! That key was for emergencies.” He called out while arranging the snacks. The only other people besides his parents, who were in New York for another two weeks, who had keys were Hopper and Dustin. 

“I told him not to.” Jonathan called back.

“It was an emergency. You were taking too long.” Dustin said, running into the dining room. “Hey!” he greeted the rest of the Hellfire Club, raising his hand for a high five, and going to Steve to look at the snacks. “I am starving, Steve.” 

Steve laughed at him and handed him a piece of monkey bread in a napkin. 

“Sorry” Will said, entering the dining room at a much more sedate pace, and setting his things down on a chair to greet everyone. “Thank you for having us.” 

Steve loved that kid. He was now his favorite, he decided. “Of course, Will the Wise.” Steve greeted, giving him a napkin so he could choose what to grab. 

Mike had walked in next to Will, but said nothing, dropping his things and looking around at the snack table. “Did you make pigs in a blanket? I love those.” he commented, groaning when he noticed there were none. 

“Awesome!” Lucas called. “Did you bake something? I love your brownies.” The kid seemed to walk to the snack table following his nose alone. 

“Peanut butter brownies!” Robin announced happily, handing him one in another napkin. Lucas took it happily, claiming the chair next to Dustin. 

“Is this normal?” Steve heard Jeff ask Eddie. He didn’t hear what Eddie responded, but he guessed it had been a nod, because Steve always made sure there was enough food for everyone when he hosted. And they knew the kids already, so their weird behavior probably didn’t faze them anymore. 

“Are you staying?” Dustin asked, mouth full of bread. “My character is going to kick ass.” 

“Language” Eddie and Steve said at the same time. Dustin ignored them both, still waiting for Steve’s answer. 

Before Steve could answer he saw Jonathan signal to his living room. 

“I will get back to you on that, Henderson.” he said, walking over to Jonathan, leaving a bottle of Yoo-hoo next to Eddie on his way. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it, until Eddie was smiling at him and taking the offered bottle. 

“Argyle is here for a few more days, we are going to get pizza with Nancy, if you and Robin want to join. Eddie, too, once he is done with this, I guess.” Jonathan said, a little awkwardly. They had started hanging out, mostly due to Robin and Nancy’s newfound friendship, and Argyle’s complete disregard for social queues, so when it was just the two of them it was still a little weird.

Steve looked back at the table. “I think Eddie is outnumbered.” Steve said apologetically. “Maybe I can join tomorrow?” Jonathan let out a small laugh. 

“Sure, man. But I am sure Eddie is okay here.” 

“No, he isn’t. Last time, when we were at Wheeler’s, Dustin dropped a glass of juice on top of Mike’s notes, and Steve had to physically separate them. It was fun.” Robin chirped, making her way over to them. “You left me alone in there.” She complained to Steve. 

“Sorry, you seemed very happy eating brownies with Lucas.” 

“Yes, but then he got distracted by the fact that Dustin had monkey bread and he didn’t.”

Jonathan looked at the two of them, and then at the people at the dining table. “You know what, Harrington? I think you need backup yourself.” 

“Are you offering?” Steve asked with a polite smile. 

“Not at all.” Jonathan answered, making his way to the door. “I will pick the kids up when they are done. Maybe you can join us after?” he asked patiently.

“Why don’t I drive them over to your place when it’s over? Robs and I can save you the drive. I will ask Eddie if he is up for it. Save us some pizza, though.”

“Pineapple pizza is the only thing I can offer, man, but sure.” 

Once Jonathan left, Steve and Robin dragged a small love seat to the dining room to watch the campaign. They had gotten used to hearing the campaign whenever Eddie played with the kids, but this would be the first time they were joining in with the entire Hellfire Club. Steve felt oddly nervous and noticed that Gareth and Kevin were staring at him. He smiled politely at them, raising his can of coke at them in a pathetic attempt of cheers.

“I am a bard.” Dustin said, as soon as Steve and Robin sat down, taking Steve out of his head. 

Steve nodded. “What’s your name, bud?” he asked, looking over Dustin’s character sheet as he handed it to him. “I thought you were a dwarf?”

“Not in this campaign” Dustin said, like it was obvious. Steve raised both his eyebrows at him, but nodded once again, giving the sheet back. 

“Is this one episode?” Robin asked. 

“One shot.” Lucas immediately corrected. “And no, this is a continuation from our last session.” Lucas went on to give them a short summary of the campaign they were playing that day, which started back when they were allowed to play at school. Mike chimed in every now and then to add details, while looking at Will, so he could be caught up as well. Apparently, this was Will’s first time with Hellfire, too, and he would be introduced in this session. It also seemed to be the first time Mike was realizing that this was Will’s first time and he turned back to the other members to introduce him happily. Will smiled at them but kept his focus on Lucas’ retelling. 

Gareth kept looking at the kids, confused. Obviously, Steve Harrington didn’t care. But there he was, listening to the children talk. 

“Are you a wizard, Will?” Steve asked.

Will shook his head, smiling at Steve. “A mage.”

“Right, a mage.” Steve had no clue how those were different, but it seemed important to Will. 

“Well, I think we are all caught up now.” Robin agreed, leaning back on the couch, ready to watch the game. She had a napkin and a pen with a few notes on it, mainly the kid’s character’s names, which she placed between her and Steve, so they both could see it. They always enjoyed Eddie’s storytelling, but Steve found it really hard to keep up sometimes. Lucas handed Robin another napkin so she could write as the game went on, and another one for her math. She had always been way faster at that than Steve.

“Yeah, pay attention to your game captain, shitheads” Steve said, grabbing a fistful of the chips he had claimed for Robin and himself. 

“You know he is called Dungeon Master!” Dustin complained, but he turned back to the table to wait for Eddie to begin. 

Steve sat up a bit straighter when he noticed how the members of Hellfire were still staring at him. He made a conscious effort not to doubt his behavior with the kids. But he did try to tone down his joking a bit. These people didn’t know him, and bullying the kids, even if it was affectionately, was probably not helping his case. 

Eddie smiled at him, before turning back to the table and reclaiming everyone’s attention.

“You are all entering a new village, which is in dire need of heroes,” he began, his voice louder and deeper. A voice that Steve had learned to recognize as his DM voice. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be that bad after all. 

But with Gareth’s eyes still on him, even when Steve was focusing entirely on Eddie, it seemed like an unlikely story. 

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[ardent-fox]

✨️ Interview Tag Game ✨️

Got tagged by the wonderful @creepkinginc and @look-i-love-u to do this interview game, thank you, my darlings! 🥰

What are some movie/tv quotes that you quote often?

"It's all happening!" Almost Famous

"Behind the rabbit?" Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Every iconic line from RuPaul's Drag Race

What is your favorite flower?

Tulips 🌷

If you were in Avatar the Last Airbender what element would you want to bend? Earth, fire, water or air?

I'm not really familiar with it, but I'm going to say water.

What was your first job?

Selling tickets for kids to ride these stuffed animals at the mall (they hop on the saddle and then the springs inside the legs make them go forward).

What is your favorite breakfast?

I rarely eat breakfast, but when I do it's usually chocolate granola with blueberries/bananas and almond milk. Or toast topped with whatever since I'm basically addicted to it, otherwise it's usually just lots of green tea 🍵

What's a meal from childhood that you love?

When I was little, my dad and grandpa would go fishing and bring back various itty bitty ones that my mom and grandma would fry up. They would be crunchy and salty and my mom would put pieces on the softest bread and interchange feeding my brother and I, those were the days.

What's your favorite joke to tell?

I love telling long, elaborate, filthy af jokes in my native language, most of them supplied to me by my dad, but I don't think they'd translate well to English.

What's your favorite animal to see at the zoo?

Otters 🦦💙 They're my favorite animal, I could watch them play for hours.

What's your go to quick meal to cook/make at home?

Fry up some eggs and add whatever I have around, I love breakfast food.

What's your go to meal to cook someone to impress them?

I'm not much of a cook and prefer to bake, so... some yummy chocolate chip muffins?

What's something you want to do better?

Manage my time.

If you're working do you like your job?

I am currently unemployed, hoping my next job will bring me my first truly affirmative answer to this question.

Do you collect anything? What?

Stationery and books. Also gonna say teapots, since I have six already 🫖

If you were trapped in a kids tv show, what show would you be okay with being trapped in?

I can't remember a single kids tv show I've ever been interested in? Except The Tribe, but my parents would be dead then, so I don't think that's a good choice.

An adults tv show?

I was just telling my husband how much I love the bar and the community in Smiley today, so I'm going to go with that one.

What kind of job did you want as a child?

Teacher, singer/songwriter or writer. Got to do the first one for a while and I've kept the others as hobbies, so not bad.

Do you follow any sports? What team do you root for?

I used to follow my local basketball team cause it's the biggest sport in my city, now I transform into a soccer fan every four years for FIFA (mostly for the social aspect of tipsy game-watching and celebrating) and then go back to being clueless about everything.

If you could be any animal what would you be and why?

My bunny. Eating and sleeping all day while others pet me and tell me how cute I am? Sign me up 🐇

If you could be any mythological creature what would you be and why?

A fairy/pixie. I'd love to be able to fly and explore every nook if I'm tiny, the aesthetic is an added bonus.

What's the most obscure thing you've had to google for a fanfic you were writing/reading?

Scaffolding and all its formations when I wrote about Mickey holding onto an overhead beam while he and Ian fucked in public 😅

What Milkovich do you identify with most?

Sandy. I feel like we have a similar energy.

Which one are you actually like the most?

I'd honestly say her again, don't think I'm like Mickey or Mandy that much and don't know the rest of them well enough to have an opinion.

What Gallagher do you identify with most?

Ian, through and through.

Which one are you actually like the most?

I'd say I'm a combo of Ian and Lip, since I experienced his pressure to go to college and I also have a tendency to be stubborn/self-destructive at times 🙃

Tagging @shinygalaxyperson, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @vintagelacerosette, @metalheadmickey, @whatwouldmickeydo, @lalazeewrites, @shameless-notashamed, @heymrspatel, @gallawitchxx, @crossmydna, @lizelandre and anyone who sees this and would like to play! 💙✨️

[shawtuzi]

“My position couldn’t stop, You were hittin’ it”

a/n: this is my most favorite thing i have ever written and was super self indulgent but i hope y’all love it just as much as i do <333

this is 18+ cw warning include: basketball player!eren, black coded reader, chubby reader, a good amount of fluff, SMUT!!!, unprotected sex, slight mean dom!eren but mostly service dom, oral both receiving, eren jerks himself off while he fucks readers throat, body praise, rough sex, slight manhandling, size kink, squirting, eren is wearing a chain in this (yes i believe that deserves a warning)///wc: 4.8k

One of the best parts of dating Eren was he had his own room. You don’t know how or know why but never complain because it does come with some pretty good perks. The biggest one being all the alone time you could possibly have.

“C’mon baby pleaseee” Eren whined flopping on the bed dramatically, “it’ll only be for an hour or two and I really want you to watch me play” he pouted resting his head on your soft stomach. “I don’t know Eren, it's really hot out and you know I just got my hair done” you spoke softly running your freshly manicured nails through his hair. For the past twenty minutes Eren had been bugging you to go to the park by your campus to watch him play basketball, but the insufferable heat the past week had you feeling skeptical.

“Baby the humidity is way down today it won’t be as bad…c’mon don’t you wanna be my lil cheerleader” he pouted once more giving you those oh so hard to resist puppy dog eyes. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling trying to avoid his hard stare on you. Suddenly you felt a weight drop on you nearly knocking all the breath out of your lungs. “Please Y/N pleaseee I want you to be there. I’ll even stop by that boba place you like so much before we go, yeah?” Eren pleaded, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Fine, fine! Now get off me you weigh a ton” you giggled attempting to push the 6’7 man off your body. Eren was up in a flash soon pulling your body off the bed with ease, “you’re the best” he smiled cupping your cheeks in his massive hands before planting a big sloppy kiss on your lips.

“I know I know lemme get dressed real quick” you giggled rummaging through the bag of clothes you leave there until you finally settled on a white tank top with Eren’s gray Nike shorts and the fuzzy slides you showed up in to show off your freshly painted white toes. “You ready love?” you asked, securing your hair up with a clip. “You look good” Eren whispered, wrapping his arms around your smaller form pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Even though I’ve been looking for these damn shorts for days” he chuckled pinching your side. You rolled your eyes shoving his body off you, “you don’t need to be wearing these shorts around anybody you can see your dick clear as day through them!”

Eren gasped, bringing his hand to his chest, “well if that’s the case I should steal your shirt! Your boobs are damn near about to pop out” he huffed pulling your tank top up to cover your cleavage. You rolled your eyes once more before slinging your purse over your shoulder, “you wanted a thick woman this is what you asked for baby” you giggled making a smirk grace Eren’s face. “Yeah you’re right and I couldn’t ask for a better woman. Now let’s get going, we're burning daylight.” Before the two of you could even make it out of the building you were begging Eren for a piggyback ride which he of course couldn't say no to. Eren set you down when you two made it to his car and raced to your side to open the door for you, “m’lady” he said with a cheeky smile. “Why thank you kind sir” you smiled back giving his cheek a small peck.

As promised Eren stopped to buy you some boba tea insisting he didn’t want any even though he was steady drinking all of it on the way to the park. “You were right it is beautiful out” you sighed dreamily breathing in the fresh air. “I would never lie to my lady. My beautiful, smart, sexy lady” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around you. As you got closer you could see Connie, Armin, and Reiner playing basketball while Mikasa and Annie were sitting on a bench nearby talking. “About time you two got here” Connie shouted, throwing the ball Eren’s way. You gasped, avoiding the hit from the ball in Eren’s side but of course Eren caught it giving you a teasing smile “scaredy cat.”

“Shut up and go play” you grumbled walking away but Eren stayed in his place his brows furrowed, “no kiss?” You tried hiding your smile as you walked back over getting on the tips of your toes to try and give him a kiss but it was no use he was just too fucking tall. “Erennn c’mon help me out here” you whined and finally after a few more failed attempts he met you halfway giving you a sweet kiss. “You ready to get your ass beat Jaeger?” Reiner asked with a devious smile on his face. Eren scoffed joining the rest of them on the court, “you kidding me? With my girl here to cheer me on I’m fucking invicible!” he shouted the last part making your cheeks heat up. He was too damn cute for his own good.

While the boys played you spent the time talking to Annie and Mikasa losing your train of thought every once in a while when you caught a glance of Eren playing. He looked so good it was criminal and it didn’t make things better when he wiped his face with the hem of his shirt constantly. “So how are things with you two?” Annie asked, poking your side. A small smile made its way to your face when you thought about the memories you and Eren have made together. Ever since that night the two of you had become inseparable, your relationship with Jean now a distant thought. “It’s been perfect…he’s perfect. He makes me so happy and makes me feel so beautiful” you spoke softly, your smile growing wider seeing how concentrated Eren was on the game. “And the sex?” Mikasa giggled the question, making heat rise to your cheeks.

Sex with Eren was something unworldly to keep it simple. He could either be slow and sensual or fuck you till you’re shaking and begging him for a break. Either way it was the best sex of your life. “Let’s just say I haven’t been able to properly walk since I’ve gotten with him” you laughed covering your face with your hands. “Look at you our little sex addict” Annie squealed wrapping her arm around you pulling you close. “Let’s change the subject before one of them hears” you whispered, trying not to think of all the things you and Eren are gonna do once you leave. His sex drive increases tenfold after a win and his stamina….chile.

“That’s game we win!” Eren cheered, running over to you and picking you up with ease, “see baby you’re my good luck charm” he smiled pressing multiple kisses all over your face. “Only because you’re a fucking giant” Connie hissed shooting the ball into the basket. Eren rolled his eyes, setting you down gently, “yeah yeah whatever we’ll see you guys later” he chuckled dapping them up before starting your guys’ walk back to the car. When you approached the car Eren turned your body towards his pushing you gently against the passenger door, “see ma that wasn’t so bad” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You tugged on the waistband of his shorts pulling him closer, “yeah you were right it was pretty fun, but it was kinda hard to concentrate when you were showing your abs every 5 minutes” you giggled trailing your fingers down his hard chest.

Feeling the ridges of his abs had your thighs clenching and it didn’t go unnoticed by Eren. “I was a little sweatier than usual, sue me” he chuckled, bringing one of his hands up to grip your chin softly, “now give me my victory kiss.” Instead of giving a snappy remark you gave into his wishes giving him a sweet kiss. Eren groaned into the kiss pushing his body harder against yours, his hard on becoming more prominent by the minute. “Eren not right here” you whispered breathlessly trying to put some kind of distance between the two of you. “Fine… but when we get back to my dorm I’m gonna pound your pussy till you’re crying” Eren moved you aside and opened the door for you chuckling when he saw your shocked face. Even after a couple of weeks of being together his foul mouth never failed to shock you and he loved it. “You’re disgusting” you mumbled gasping when you felt a harsh smack on your ass. “I hate when you do that” you hissed rubbing your stinging behind before plopping into the passenger seat. “You love it now, buckle up gorgeous.”

The ride back to campus was eerily quiet besides the radio playing quietly and you decided to have a little fun with Eren before he manhandled into multiple positions till you fainted. You set your hand on his painfully hard dick squeezing softy earning a groan from Eren, “fuck are you doing?” he growled, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Oh nothin’” you smiled, rubbing his cock slowly over his shorts. You felt his dick twitch and it had your mouth watering the need to put it in your mouth growing stronger by the second. “Baby please we’re just- fuck five minutes away don’t do this to me” he groaned bucking his hips up. Eren wanted more than anything to fuck your mouth in that moment but he didn’t trust himself enough to multitask between the two. “I’m telling you Y/N you better knock that shit off” but his requests were falling on deaf ears.

Unfortunately for Eren your teasing didn’t stop until he parked in front of the dorm building and unfortunately for you Eren was at his limit. He gripped your chin roughly sending you an icy glare, “you think that shit was funny huh?” the confidence you once had crushed once you saw the look in his eye. “No…m’sorry babe” you mumbled, squeezing your thighs together. Eren let out a long sigh through his nose before gaining his composure, “how sorry are you?” his grip on your chin tightened causing your lips to pucker. “Really really sorry Eren” you whimpered, feeling incredibly small under his hard stare. “Yeah we’ll see how sorry you really are. Get out of the car.”

The walk back to Eren’s room was silent and you should’ve been nervous for what he had in store for you but you couldn’t help the excitement that coursed through your veins. “That wasn’t very nice of you to do back there Y/N” Eren said, finally breaking the silence. “I-I know but-” “Let me finish baby” he abruptly cut you off, shutting the door behind him once you two entered his room. “You see how fucking hard I am now?” he growled gripping his dick over his shorts, “god and I feel so full too looks like you’re gonna be putting in a lot of work tonight aren’t you baby?” he smiled wickedly walking closer to you like a wolf ready to pounce on a lamb. You whimpered giving him a small nod but that wasn’t enough for Eren. “C’mon ma need you to use your words for me. You gonna suck my dick till you’re a drooling mess? Gonna let me fuck those pretty thick thighs hm? Or how ‘bout these?” he chuckled, gripping both of your tits in his large hands squeezing them roughly.

Your mouth was opened but no words were able to escape giving Eren the perfect opportunity to shove two fingers in your mouth, the sudden intrusion making you gag. “Well since you can’t use your words let’s put that mouth to better use” he grunted pressing his fingers down on your tongue. While Eren fucked your mouth with his fingers he used his other hand to tug down your shorts chuckling when he saw the small wet patch you made. “Look at you making a mess in my clothes, you really have the sluttiest pussy don’t you?” he smirked, adding a third finger into your drooling mouth. All you could do was let out a pathetic moan praying Eren would soon switch out his fingers for his dick and your prayers were answered when you felt him shove you to the floor but not before putting a pillow down so you didn’t hurt your knees <3 Your hands were quick to tug on the waistband of his shorts but he just smacked your hands away, “keep your hands behind your back or you get nothing.” You shakily put your hands under your knees bringing a sickeningly sweet smile to Eren’s face, “there’s my girl…my good girl.”

Eren tugged his shorts down slowly and after what felt like an eternity his dick finally sprung out slapping against his stomach. He wrapped a hand around his cock pumping it slowly, his eyes fluttering shut every time he ran his thumb over the sensitive tip. You leant forward just to get a small taste of the pre that was dribbling from the slit but instead were met with a rough smack on your cheek, “did I say you could suck my dick? Huh?” he growled not once stopping his movements on his dick. “N-no” you whispered, bowing your head in shame. You looked fucking adorable. “Then why would you try that shit with me? Do you want to get punished even more? How ‘bout I open the door so everyone can see you getting your throat fucked.”

You shook your head quickly trying to find any composure you had to form a sentence, “No! I just- I just wanted a taste…” you pouted looking up at him with the cutest doe eyes. “Oh? Pretty baby just wanted a taste huh? Well here” he smiled tapping his dick against your pouting lips. As soon as he pulled his dick away you licked your lips moaning at the salty yet sweet taste of him. “M-more Eren please” you whined the itch to touch him growing even more. Deciding to test the waters you leaned forward pressing light kisses up the length of his cock leaving an especially long kiss to the tip. Eren hummed in content, giving you a small nod as a silent way of telling you to continue and you happily obliged, switching out the soft kisses for more sloppier ones even going as far as suckling on his tip.

Without warning Eren gripped your hair and pushed your head down until your nose was touching his pelvis, nearly crushing the clip that was keeping your hair up. “Ngh fuck don’t worry baby I won’t be too rough I know you just got your hair done yesterday. I would know since I paid for it” he chuckled breathlessly, his head tipping back when he felt your throat tighten around his cock. You gargled around his dick breathing harshly through your nose and relaxing your jaw to accommodate his size but it was basically useless. You’d never get used to how big Eren’s dick was, no amount of prep could prepare you for him.

Eren slowly slid your head back and forth on his dick relishing in your gags and moans. “Love this color on you princess so damn pretty” he rasped twirling the slightly dark ginger hair with his free hand. You were tuning in and out, your attention focused directly on making him feel good. You hadn’t even realized you were rocking your hips back and forth on the pillow until you felt multiple slaps on your cheek stopping your movements altogether. “What do you think you’re doing?” Eren snapped removing his dick from your mouth with a lewd pop. “I- I was-” suddenly you were yanked up by your arm, your body now beginning to tremble from how bad you needed him.

Eren leant down resting his forehead against yours the smell of his cologne and sweat making you dizzy. “Lay down on the bed with your head hanging off the end.” You have never moved faster in your life hopping onto his bed and laying back until your head was hanging off the edge. Eren slowly walked over tapping the tip of his dick against your swollen lips before pushing it in, the bulge of his dick in your throat making him let out a guttural groan. “Fuck baby” he huffed taking both of your hands in his much bigger one while the other wrapped around your throat. “Yeah that’s it ma take that shit” he moved his hands up and down your throat, his head lolling back and toes curling at the immense pleasure he was receiving (i saw a vid of a guy jacking himself off while fucking a girls throat and couldn’t resist but anyways).

“How you doing down there baby?” he grunted, loosening his grip on your hands. You hummed in content bringing one of his hands down to your panties, the material soaked with your arousal. Eren decided to give into your silent plea rubbing your clit over your panties making your back arch slightly. It was becoming increasingly hard to focus on your breathing while Eren was toying with your pussy but you pulled through knowing he was minutes away from cumming. You stuck your tongue out as much as you could running it over his balls and that’s what finally did it. “F-fuck shit I’m cumming baby” he removed his hand from your throat and yanked your tank top down exposing your full breasts bouncing ever so softly with each thrust of his hips.

Just as he was about to cum Eren pinched your nose blocking out any way of breathing you had, “agh shit” he let a loud almost pornographic moan when he felt your throat tighten around his dick. Seconds later you felt his cum shoot down your throat load after load. “Fuuuck” he sighed, pulling his softening dick out of your mouth when your gagging became more aggressive. “Did so good baby” he smiled, bending down to give your forehead a kiss and then your lips shoving his tongue in your mouth to get a taste of himself. “Erennn” you whimpered, sitting up to face him. He was now standing at his full height looking more intimidating than ever, “what is it princess what do you need?”

Instead of speaking you just spread your legs pulling your panties to the side giving him a mouthwatering view of your slicked pussy and thighs. Eren couldn’t help but fall to his knees at the sight, you truly had the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. If he had to have one last meal it would be you. He ran his hands over the underside of your thick thighs hooking them over his broad shoulders. “So fucking pretty” he groaned giving your thighs sloppy kisses all the down to where you needed him most. “C’mon Ren don’t tease m- hah!” you squealed when you felt him lick a fat stripe up your pussy. Your thighs immediately wrapped around his head when you felt him suckle on your clit. “Shit Ren” you were practically humping his face and he gladly accepted it tongue fucking your pussy with everything he had.

You were just on the brink of cumming when you heard harsh knocks on the door, your heart dropping at the sound. Eren lifted his head up, his eyes narrowing at the door, “keep rubbing that pretty pussy for me but don’t make a sound and don’t cum either, got it?” he asked his annoyance only growing more when he heard more knocks. You silently nodded, bringing your hand down to rub slowly at your clit. “Good girl. This’ll be quick” he grunted standing up, slipping his shorts on and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Eren swung open the door just as the person was about to knock again, “can I help you?” he snapped his grip on the doorknob becoming iron tight. He knew this boy all too well, always making complaints about how noisy it was to the other guys in the dorm and now Eren. “Yeah actually I was wondering if you could tell your girlfriend if she could shut her fat… mouth” he trailed off once he saw the severely annoyed look on Eren’s face.

You couldn’t tell who it was Eren’s huge body blocking your view but you didn’t care knowing he’d take care of it. He always did. Eren breathed in through his nose trying to compose himself, “you have ten seconds to get the fuck away from my door before break your nose if you got a problem with it put on some damn headphones.” The boy was utterly speechless just like any other boy that tried to step up to Eren, “and if I ever hear the words fat and my girlfriends name come out of your mouth at the same time I will beat the living shit out of you, you wish you could pull someone like her. Now get the fuck out my face” he snapped slamming the door.

Eren sighed, running a hand through his hair before tying it up walking back over to you. “Sorry that took so long, gorgeous hope you didn’t miss me too much” he smiled taking in your trembling form. He yanked your panties off, tossing them aside before getting on knees tossing your legs over his shoulders once more. He dug in without another word licking and sucking at your pussy like his life depended on it. “W-who was that Ren? Was I- shit being too loud?” you whimpered tilting your head to look at the door. Eren brought a hand up to force you to look back at him, “no baby you were fine don’t worry about that just focus on me” he purred pressing a kiss to your clit. “Are you sure- aah” your hips jolted up when you felt a slap on your pussy, “yes it’s fine I promise and if anyone ever says otherwise you just let me know mkay?” he inserted two fingers in your cunt curling them slightly once he felt that spongy spot that had your toes curling.

Your so called ‘punishment’ was a forgotten thought Eren now only focused on making you feel good. “You’re so pretty Y/N” he whispered, leaving sloppy kisses on your trembling thighs. It was a true mystery to him how you could’ve ever been unhappy with the way you looked, you were a walking goddess to him and he made sure to remind you every time he saw you. “Erennn” you slung your arm over your face to cover your smile which made his smile grow wider. He added a third finger when he heard the squelching from your pussy get louder. “M’serious babe you’re so beautiful. Got the prettiest eyes and the prettiest lips” he brought his free hand up to your chest tweaking your nipple, “and the prettiest tits.” His hand slowly slid down your body lifting your tank top slightly above your naval, his fingers softly drifting over the stretch marks that he adored and the hip dips he found incredibly sexy.

“Eren I’m gonna cum s’gonna be messy” you whined, grabbing his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together. “That’s it princess cum for me make a fucking mess” he growled increasing the pace of his fingers. By the time you finished cumming Eren’s hand and wrist were glistening in the light from the sunset. “That’s my good girl” he grinned, slurping at your pussy the obscene sound making heat rise to your cheeks. “You ready for me?” he asked, giving your clit one final kiss. You nodded quickly removing your tank top fully giving him the perfect view of your body. Eren stood up removing his shorts before lifting your calves over his shoulder. He tapped his tip against your clit a few times then slowly slid his cock in your soaked pussy. The both of you moaned in unison once he was fully in, his forehead pressed snuggly against yours.

He pulled out till only the tip was in before slamming in you again, his cock kissing your cervix with every hard thrust. “Ah shit so fucking tight” he buried his head in your neck inhaling the sweet scent of shea butter, the smell was like a drug to him he just couldn’t get enough. “Fuck Ren!” you cried wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him even closer. It was a silent sign you wanted him to finish inside you and he was more than happy to oblige. By now any attempt you had to control the volume of your voice was gone. You were now reduced to a fucked out drooling mess completely braindead from from his cock bullying into your weeping pussy. The new chain you had bought him dangled in your face brushing against your lips so you took it upon yourself to take the tiny cross in your mouth suckling at it. “You’re gonna kill me Y/N Jesus Christ” he whined squeezing his eyes shut.

“Shit-” Eren pulled out rubbing the head of cock against your clit until you were squirting all over his flexing thighs. “F-fuck put it back in please put it back it in” your thighs were shaking uncontrollably and your pussy was so sore but you wanted more- no you needed more. Eren listened to your desperate pleas standing at his full height, gripping onto your hips before snapping his hips forward splitting you open again once more. “Shiiit that’s right baby lemme feel you” his head fell back the only thing consuming his thoughts was your pussy and how deliciously tight it was. You didn’t even notice Eren had slowly been lifting your body up until you no longer felt the mattress under your head. With shaky arms you pushed yourself up admiring the fuck out look on Eren’s face.

The chain bouncing against his toned chest had you drooling. Literally. A line of spit had trailed from your lips down your chin and onto your chest. “E-Eren I’m gonna-!” you squealed, arching your back. Eren didn’t care to pull out this time, keeping his rough pace as you covered his stomach in your cum. “Jesus Y/N” he growled stilling his movements as he came deep in your pussy. “Think you can go one more time for me baby? You feel so good ‘nd I want you to cum wit’ me.” His voice was beginning to slur and his thighs were shaking but he had to cum with you one more time. Poor baby just had to.

You could tell he was tired but wanted to push himself so you gave in but only if he agreed to let you ride. Which he did. Eren was now on his back, one hand glued to your side while the other toyed with your nipple as you rode him. The slaps of your ass against his thighs were becoming louder by the minute your drooling cunt soaking his thighs and pelvis. “Lean forward I wanna put ‘em in my mouth” he rasped referring to your bouncing tits. You obliged switching out your bounces for slow grinds allowing Eren to latch onto one of your nipples.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his knees before fucking into, his headboard beginning to obnoxiously hit the wall leaving a very visible dent. “I’m right there baby, you close?” his thrust were becoming sloppier by the second his dick nearly slipping out of you, but with the way you were sucking him in it wasn’t a problem. “Y-yes I-I’m there I’m cumming!” you let out the most pornographic moan of your life going limp in Eren’s arms as his brutal pace continued. The shiny circle of white around his cock was enough to put him over the edge filling you up with every drop he had.

“Shit you good ma?” he laughed wrapping his arms around your shaking form pressing multiple kisses to the crown of your head. “Mhm” you mumbled, finding zero energy to open your eyes. Eren reached to the side and grabbed the matching Kuromi & My Melody blanket you gave to him as a gift, covering your body with the soft material. “You get some sleep. I’ll wake you up in a bit and we’ll get sum to eat” he whispered stroking your messy hair that he promised but failed to keep intact. “Sleep good I love y-” he cut himself off, covering the last part with a cough. “You good?” you slurred on the brink of falling asleep.

“Yep I’m all good, go to sleep babe.”

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The Athlete

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: footballer!Hoshi x journalist!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞:  fluff, slight angst, smut, sports au, strangers to lovers au, slow burn-ish

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, kissing, throat grabbing, slight choking,  oral (m and f receiving), (semi-rough face fucking) fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, missionary, nipple play, dirty talk, praising, mentions of parental death, bit of a tear jerker

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 6.2k

𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are assigned to do an interview with Kwon Soonyoung, the trailblazing athlete everyone calls Hoshi. But as you spend more time with him, you start to see there are more layers to him than football. 

𝐀𝐍: A massive thank you to @wordycerty for reading this for me and reassuring me about this. This is the longest fic I have written. Also thank you to @playmetheclassics​ for reading over a bit of this as well. Appreciate you guys ❤

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“Mr. Kwon is ready to see you now.” You get up from your seat, stretching a little before following the little woman named Helen in front of you. She leads you down a massive hallway full of sports memorabilia, making small conversation along the way. This isn’t your first time here; the enormous stadium was built five years ago with enough money to feed the homeless for ten years. Sometimes you are here to watch a football game, but you are mostly here on business. 

You are a journalist working for the country's most prominent television broadcasting company at the top of your field. You’ve met many celebrities in your area, some of whom you have become close to. Unfortunately, you have also met some not-so-nice ones, but fortunately, in your line of work, you don’t have to deal with them unless they come to you via their company. You love your job, and today you will interview the hot shot athlete from The Tigers, Kwon Soonyoung, known nationwide as Hoshi.  

“He is finishing up a photo shoot, so he will be all yours soon,” Helen announces, opening a wide door. “You can just sit in here until he comes.” ‘I thought you said he was ready to see me,’ you think to yourself, annoyed that you have to wait longer. It’s not like you have anything else to do, but you value being professional and, most importantly, not wasting your time. She leads you to the main room where the photoshoot is happening, with Hoshi standing in front of the photographer. 

If you didn’t have quick reflexes, you would’ve run into Helen, knocking her on her face. He poses for the camera, wearing a gray crop top sweater, showing his firm abs. His black basketball shorts fit his hips perfectly, and the tiny veins on his lower stomach lead you to thoughts you shouldn’t be thinking of. This is your first time seeing him this close in person, and he is every bit as hot as everyone says he is. You thank Helen as you set your things on a glass table, carefully taking out your recorder and setting your questions aside for when he is finished. “Alright, buddy. We are done,” the photographer announces, shutting off his camera. “Finally, I’m ready to get some grub,” Hoshi exclaims loudly, rubbing his stomach. You make eye contact, with Hoshi winking at you and returning it with small heads up. You are used to guys, and sometimes women hitting on you. He will have to do better than that. “Hi there,” you rise out of your seat. “I’m—” “I know who you are,” his tone is smooth like silk. “You’re the pretty lady who gets to talk sports with us.” You shake hands, reaching for your chair before Hoshi unexpectedly grabs you. His hands are soft, and his nails are clipped and clean, the results of a very good manicurist. “Sorry darling, but I’m hungry,” he explains. “I ordered some lunch for us in the conference room. I hope that's okay.” You blink, slowly removing your hand and clearing your throat. You aren’t opposed to eating a little early, and it is not like you haven’t worked and eaten at the same time before. “Sure,” you nod. “I could use a bite, anyway.” You gather your things, and he leads you across the hall, a room set up with sandwiches from a popular local deli. The food there is your favorite, and your stomach rumbles as soon as you sit down. “Well, this is quite the setup,” you observe, pulling out your tape recorder. “I hope I am making a good first impression,” he winks at you. “Maybe you are,” you flirt back. You cross your legs, your skirt rising slightly, showing off your smooth legs. Hoshi’s checking you out, and you smirk, used to the attention that you get when interviewing athletes. You know you are gorgeous, your best feature being your warm eyes. You use that to your advantage, making people feel comfortable as they tell you about themselves. You finish setting up and take a small sandwich, biting into it and feeling instant gratification. Next, Hoshi pulls a chair in front of you with his own food, taking a bite of a pickle. “You look content,” he remarks playfully. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I saw the food,” you confess. Your face heats up, and you regain composure, wiping your mouth with a napkin before turning on your recorder. You can feel his eyes on you, your skin tingles, and you feel warm, like you are basking in the sun. Hoshi is not the first person you have interviewed you found attractive, but you always make it a point to be professional at all times. It gets messy in the world of sports journalism, and after seeing what your peers have gone through, you want no parts of it. No matter how cute he is. “So,” you clear your throat. “We are here at the championship game finally. How do you feel?” “I’m pumped,” Hoshi perks up. “This has been a long time coming.” “I watched your game, where you ran the game-winning touchdown. What was going through your mind when the clock hit zero and you were at the goalpost?” He slouches back in his seat, his hand laid over his right leg. “I thought, ‘it’s about damn time,’” he remarks. “I want to lead the team to victory once more.” You see the passion behind those brown eyes, and you feel his conviction in his voice. You have seen him play before, and you can feel he is one of the best wide receivers in the nation. The way he eyes the field and manages to outmaneuver the cornerbacks, you deduce that he is an intelligent player. “I know everyone asks similar questions, so I want to ask you something different.” You pause to take a sip of water. “What inspires you to get out there on the field?” He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he shifts in his seat, a falter of sadness reflected on his face. It catches you a bit off guard, not expecting to see this side of him so early. “My dad,” he says. “My dad died before I was drafted, and I want to do this for him.” You offer a small, kind smile, feeling his pain from your own experience. You lost your dad in a car accident the day you were hired by the company. He was your only parent growing up and your biggest supporter. That was a few years ago, and that pain feels fresh every day. “We can take a break, if you want,” you offer, turning off the tape recorder. “I know how it feels to lose a dad, and I understand if you need a moment.” Your eyes meet each other, understanding the shared feeling of losing a parent said without words. He shakes his head, takes a sip of water, and sits up straighter in his seat. “Nah, it’s okay,” his voice is gruff. “This isn't really the time for the feels right now.” You nod, turning back on the recorder and returning to your questions. 

“What is the first thing you will do when you win the championship?” “Ask you out on a date.” You snort, not expecting that to be his answer. But you have to give it to this guy; he is bold. “I’m serious,” he asserts. “When we win, I will find you on that field and ask you out on that date.” “You’re awfully forward,” you muse. “You barely know me.” “You’re right,” Hoshi responds. “I hardly know you. But I like what I see. I know what you do, and you do it well. You’ve been on my radar for a while now.” You nod slowly, mulling over his words. Then, you ask him more questions about his family life and sports records when Helen comes in, telling him it's time to go into the locker room. You check your timer, noting that you had been talking to him for forty minutes and time flew by fast. “I appreciate your candor, Hoshi,” you say, gathering your things. “Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to talk with me.” “Of course,” Hoshi declares. “Don’t forget, I am going to ask you out on that date in a couple of weeks.” You shake your head, not bothering to hide the grin on your face. “Okay,” you chuckle. “We’ll see.”

You stare at your computer screen, tapping your pen nervously as you read every comment on your article about Hoshi. Most of them are positive, a tremendous relief to you because you worked on it to help your readers see another of him. Of course, there were a few troll comments here and there, but you never let those get to you. Some people just want to be seen, and you’d like to think you have tough skin. You have to, in this industry anyway. 

It’s been a week in a half since you saw Hoshi; the interaction is still fresh on your mind, leaving an everlasting impression on you. As everyone says, he is charming and witty, but seeing it firsthand hits differently. In addition, he has a southern charm that makes you smile, reminding you of your upbringing in the South. You shouldn’t think about him this much; you barely know the guy. ‘Get it together,’ you are lost in your thoughts. ‘Just because you haven’t had sex in a while doesn’t mean you should bounce on the first person giving you attention.’ 

“Great job on the article.” You yelp in surprise, not noticing that your boss Gail Kim is beside you. “You scared me,” you titter, clutching your chest. “But thank you.” “So,” Gail pulls up a seat next to you. “Danielle will not be able to interview the winning football team this Sunday. She has covid.” “Oh, my god. Is she okay?” You pause before realizing that was a stupid question. “Wait, of course, she’s not. What the hell is wrong with me? How is she feeling?” “She’s… okay, I guess,” she mutters. “But you know the quarantine period is five days, which overlaps into the game.”

There is a slight pause, then it dawns on you. “Am I going to be interviewing the team?” “Yes,” Gail reveals. “I need you to step in her place.” Interviewing at any big event is the highlight of anyone’s career, let alone the championship. You’ve been on the red carpet at the Oscars, the Grammys, and any other prestigious event, but this has been your dream. One more thing to knock off your bucket list. “Yeah, I can do it,” you say eagerly. “Great. I knew I could count on you.” Gail gets up from her seat. “Get your questions ready, and I want them in my inbox by 5 pm tomorrow.” “Yes, ma'am,” you joke, playfully giving a salute. You look at the time, noticing it is after five and time for you to go. You shut down your computer and lamp, gathering your purse before almost bumping into a man holding a bouquet of flowers. “Hi, I think this is for you,” he says, handing the flowers. “Thank you?” your voice trails off as he walks away. Your fingers trail over your favorite flowers, the prettiest roses and Shasta daisies you have ever seen. They smell fresh, as if they were picked from a garden, wrapped nice and tight in pink foil paper. You are aware of your coworkers staring at your gift and your good friend Gina marveling at the flowers. 

“Is it Valentine's day already?” she quips. “Who’s the lucky person?”

“I don’t know,” you smell the flowers. “I should thank them, though.”

A small white card is snugged in the middle of the bouquet, and you pull it out, reading what’s displayed in beautiful penmanship. Just a little idea of what our date is going to be like. -H “Wait, who’s H?” Gina questions. “That’s not who I think it is—” “Shh,” you cut off. “Walk with me.” You both beeline it to the elevators, feeling relieved when you step in and no one joins you. Your heart is beating out of your chest, your adrenaline pumping like you are keeping a horrible secret. “So, listen,” you begin. “You know how I had that interview with Hoshi?” Gina nods, pressing the parking level button. “I remember.” “Well, he was flirting with me heavily and then basically promised to ask me out on a date at the game.” Gina’s eyes widen, and you try to surprise your grin, failing miserably as you press your lips together. “So, are you gonna go out with him?” “I-I don’t know,” you stammer. “He’s direct, and he’s cute… but I am so into work right now. I finally got where I dreamed of being, and I don't want anyone thinking it's because I got with some hot football player.” “Oh please. Fuck these people!” Gina exclaims. “You got here because of your merit and hard work. Plus, it's been a while, and you need to get laid, my friend.”

The elevator doors open at the worse time, with two men on the other side with curious eyes. You excuse yourself quietly, speed walking to your car to hide from further embarrassment. “Jesus, Gina,” you mouth. “I’m sorry,” she whispers loudly. “How the hell was I supposed to know there were people at the other end?!” You shake your head, turning your keys into your car. You know she meant well, and you aren’t really mad at her. Just embarrassed that two random men know about your sex life or lack thereof. 

“So, are you gonna call him?” Gina probes. “Are you gonna thank him for the flowers?”

“Mm, I should,” you mutter. “Let me get on that.” Gina nods, and you say your goodbyes, getting in your car and driving out of the parking center. Then, you send a voice message to your contact at the Tigers organization, asking for his number to “verify something” you wrote in your article. His number is in your inbox a few minutes later, ready to be called. Deep down, you are starting to feel giddy, like a young girl with a school crush on a popular boy. It’s not the first time you’ve received flowers from anyone, especially shown who’s shown interest in you. But something about him is bold and different… maybe you’ve watched too many clips of this man. “Hey siri, call xxx-xxx-xxxx.” The phone rings twice before he picks up. “Hi there, beautiful,” his voice comes through smooth as silk. “Hi,” you click your tongue. “So uh, I got your flowers. How did you know what to get?” “It’s just like I told you; I’ve had my eye on you for a while, and I pay attention.” “Uh huh,” you hum. “Well, I want to thank you for them. They are very nice.” “Anytime, gorgeous,” he replies. “I gotta go, game stuff. But I’ll see you on Sunday?” “Yeah, you will.” You end the call as you pull up to your condo. You aren’t willing to break your rules yet, and you see nothing wrong with getting to know him. It can’t hurt to go on one date with him, right?

“There are two minutes and forty-eight seconds left in the fourth quarter, with the Tigers trailing behind by five points. The coach has called for a timeout.”

You nod at your cameraman, Jeff, pinning your mic together on your shirt before grabbing your mic and leaving the press box. The short walk to the field is buzzing with personnel and other reporters fixing up their hair or going over last-minute questions before the celebration begins. You bite your lip, the outcome of the game leaving a fit of nervous bubbles in your stomach as you watch the field. You want the Tigers to win, not just because Hoshi is the team's star wide receiver, though that is a plus. You and Hoshi have been texting since he sent flowers to your job, mainly flirting and getting to know him through his funny innuendos. So far, you’ve learned he is a mama’s boy, has a big heart, and loves tigers. You can tell he is a good person and cares about the people around him. It’s not like you daydream or wish for the impossible, but you hope he asks you on that date tonight. “Seventeen seconds left on the clock, Choi throws a fifty-yard pass to Hoshi… MY GOD! HOSHI CATCHES THE BALL AND MAKES THE TOUCHDOWN! TIGERS HAVE WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME!”

The crowd erupts in thunderous applause, confetti falling from the stadium's roof, and fans from all over jumping and shrieking with joy. Hoshi is raised in celebration, holding the football in his hand, screaming victory with tears in his eyes. The other reporters rush out to interview the teams, but you know better, not wanting to get mixed in with the crowd of personnel, family, and friends on the field. You wait until the coaches have shaken hands and the crowd disperses a bit before walking onto the field. The stage is already set up, with the organization's commissioner standing on the podium, trophy in hand. Making your way to the stage, you review your questions in your head one last time before the team arrives. “We will be ready in thirty seconds,” the cameraman tells you. You nod, turning around and bumping squarely into someone’s chest, your face red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m such a clutz—” “It’s okay, darlin’,” that familiar buttery voice responds. “You look really pretty.”

Hoshi is gazing at you, his short blonde hair messy from his helmet, his good looks more evident than before. You can’t help beam at him; unbeknownst to you, you are falling for his charm. “Thank you,” you grinned, moving in front of him. Your body slightly rubs against his, the tension small but noticeable enough to set your insides on fire. This is a bad time to be horny, and Hoshi doesn’t make things any better. “So that date—” The theme song comes on, cutting him off, and you move in front of the camera. You introduce Commissioner Han to the crowd, listening to talk about the game and listing off the players' achievements. “And this year’s MVP goes to… Hoshi!” The cheers shake the podium, Hoshi moves up to the front to accept the MVP trophy. You two make eye content, a wide smile spread on his face. You stand next to him, mic in hand, watching the wave of emotions seen on his face. “What is going through your mind right now?” He doesn’t answer immediately, his eyes filled with tears as he breaks down and sobs. He didn’t have to answer the question for you to understand how he felt. This is supposed to be the happiest moment of his life, but the one person who wanted to see him succeed the most isn’t there. You know that feeling all too well. “Dad,” he catches his breath. “I hope you are proud of me. I did it.” Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion; his teammates hugged him, giving him words of encouragement that lifted his spirits. It brought you back to when you found out your dad died right after you were hired for this dream job. He always rooted for you and was your best friend, your only family. Losing him was a cross you never thought you would have to bear, and if you are being honest with yourself, it's something you can never get over. The mood makes you sentimental, and a single tear falls down your cheek. Not wanting to be noticed, you wipe it away quickly. You wait for him to regain his composure before he finishes the interview, the atmosphere full of love and admiration for Hoshi. You couldn’t have been more proud. “Any last words?” 

There is another pause, a twinkle in his eye. “Yes. Will you go on that date with me?” You cock your eyebrow, trying to surprise your smirk. His teammates scream in loud cheer, the crowd telling you to say yes. You admit you were caught off guard, the date not even on your mind after seeing him cry. But Hoshi got you good, and you can’t say you aren’t impressed. You nod, not bothering to hide your smile anymore. “Yes, I’ll go on that date with you.”

The next few weeks were hectic, the championship high still going strong in the city. You were assigned other projects, and Hoshi was busy celebrating his win with his team. His “proposal” of a date on national tv put you more in the public eye, with people all over wanting to know about your relationship. Your boss loved it, asking you every other day about him and mentioning the buzz the department was getting. Gina was specifically entertained, teasing you every chance she got. “So, where’s your star player?” Gina taunts you, sitting on your desk.

“I… don’t know,” your voice trails off, turning around to face her. “Why, what's up?” “Mmmm, do you think he has a single teammate looking for a good time?” “Jesus, Gina,” you snort. “How am I supposed to know? I haven’t even gone on a date with the man yet.” “Speaking of that, when is that happening?” Gina probes. “I mean, it's been a few weeks since he’s asked.” “Your guess is as good as mine,” you muse. “We’ve been talking a lot, so maybe he has something planned.” Gina returns to her desk, and you finish working on your projects. It’s been a welcoming distraction from being anxious about your date whenever that happens. It’s not like you and Hoshi haven’t talked since then. You talk every day, either via text or video chatting. He greets you good morning and makes an effort to make sure he is the last person you say good night to. You have a lot in common in your shared interests in travel and childhood stories about your dads. Talking with him is comfortable; his positive energy is a small light in your hectic life that you greatly appreciate.

He gets more handsome every time you see him, and you finally see what everyone is raving about. He’s a small-town boy with a big heart, always talking about how much he loves his mom and how much he provides for her. It made you wish you had a family like that, someone you could rave about and show a lot of love to. It also doesn’t help that he’s a looker; your favorite part of him is his dimples. The way they randomly appear when he’s talking always sends you into a tailspin, but you’d never tell him that, of course. A few hours pass, and you check the time, realizing it is time to go. You finished most of your research and decided to do the rest at home, wanting to be in the rush hour traffic. You have a three-day weekend, and you plan to enjoy yourself by all means. You sit up to gather your things, feeling your phone buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you see Hoshi calling you, your heart skipping a few beats. “Hi,” you answer quickly. “Hey, beautiful. Are you done for the day?” “I might be,” you toy with the string on your purse. “Why, what's up?”

“Okay, I’m coming right up!” “What—” He hung up before you could fully react, butterflies quickly filling your stomach. You check yourself on your camera, doing a once-over just before the elevator opens. He strides in, wearing a black bomber jacket, fitted jeans, sneakers, and a white shirt with a single gold chain. He is holding the prettiest bundles of white roses, presenting them to you as you walk toward him. “H-Hi there,” you stutter. “I wasn’t expecting you here.” “I know, I know,” Hoshi responds, pulling you into a hug. “We never planned that date, and I figured why not now? So I worked it out with your boss and freed your schedule up for me.” “Oh, did you now?” You turn around and look towards Gail’s office, who is standing at the door, a smirk on her face. 

“Well, are you ready?”

You beam at him, pushing the strap of your purse over your shoulder. The butterflies are still there, and your heart is beating a million thumps per second, but at this moment, you are ecstatic. “Yeah,” you nod. “I’m ready.” He suddenly picks you up, carrying you out of the office while your coworkers cheer you on. Feeling incredibly shy, you hide in his jacket until you reach the elevators. Once you’re in and you hear the doors close, you peak and look at him, meeting his dark brown eyes. “You are something else,” you giggle. “Do you plan on carrying me all the way to the car?” “I didn’t plan to,” he confirms. “But now I will.” You roar with laughter as the elevator stops, Hoshi keeping his promise and carrying you to his black Jeep. You hold on to him tightly, admitting to yourself that you don’t want to let go. He senses your earnestness, opening the door while holding onto you with one arm. His strength turns you on, your mind wondering if he would use that same strength in the bedroom. You know he has a nice body, and you’ve imagined him being on top of you with your legs open, pounding you until you came over and over. It’s gotten you through some nights you felt needy, your trusty dildo doing the trick until you can have the real thing. “Do you like steak?” You blurt out as he sits in the car. 

“Yeah, why?” “I make a mean steak and potatoes, and if you don’t mind swinging by the market, I can cook for you,” you offer. Hoshi shuts your door and goes to the driver’s seat, turning on his engine. “Making me dinner already?” He playfully rubs his stomach. “I might just have to marry you, woman.”

The crackling sound of oil and the smell of steak fill up your condo quickly. Two wine glasses on the counter, filled halfway with red cabernet, one of them stained with your lipstick. You made due on your promise, making steak and mashing up your potatoes to serve with your meal. Your grilled asparagus was already finished, set to the side to cool off. Hoshi watches you with curiosity, and you don’t mind it, as you pride yourself on being a good cook. Since your dad passed, you haven’t offered to cook for anyone, and you feel a bit rusty, second-guessing yourself on a simple recipe. “Are you okay?” Hoshi chuckles. “Your hands are shaking.”

“Uh, yeah,” you fib, grabbing the salt. “It’s just been a while since I’ve cooked for anyone.”

You add your milk and butter to the potatoes, mixing them with garlic, salt, and pepper until they are fluffy to your liking. You feel Hoshi move around you, turning over your steaks in your pan. Every time he gets close to you, you tense up, your inner goddess begging you to give in. It doesn’t help that he is so stinking cute with a nice body. You are in deep trouble. “I’m not a good cook. Terrible actually,” he says. “But I know how to make a steak.”

“Oh, what would I do without you?” You tease. “Well, let’s hope we never find out.”

The steaks are finished several minutes later, and you make the plates, sitting them at the table while he waits. You hold your breath while you watch him take his first bite, sitting on pins and needles as you hope he likes it. 

“Damn, woman,” he swallows. “You know how to throw down.”

Feeling proud, you dig into your own food, discussing your day and upcoming projects. Then, he talks about an upcoming family trip to the mountains, where he owns a huge cabin. You think about the time your dad took you to one for Christmas, waking up to snow falling from the sky and holiday music playing throughout the place. It was one of the happiest moments of your life, and you would give anything to relive that again. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Hoshi asks, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“Oh yeah,” you get up quickly with your empty plate. “I’m fine. I am just gonna get some more wine.”

You wash your plate at the sink, taking a moment to get together before running right into Hoshi, getting barbecue sauce on his shirt.

“Oh my god,” you gasp. “I am so sorry. Let me clean that for you.”

Before he could protest, you already have a detergent stain remover in your hands, scrubbing the sauce off vigorously. Yet, you can still see the stain there, and in the spur of the moment, you do the unthinkable. 

“Take your shirt off.”

“What?” Hoshi says nervously, playfully clutching his shirt.

“Come on,” you chuckle. “I am going to throw it in the washer.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do. Take off your shirt, or I will do it for you.”

He cocks an eyebrow, a devious smirk on his face, and you gulp, realizing what you got yourself into. He closes the space between you two, the tension building like a balloon ready to pop. 

“So do it. Take it off.”

Your fingers flirt seductively with the hem of his shirt, pulling it off slowly. You didn’t hear the shirt fall to the floor; you were too distracted by the sexy man in front of you. He licks his lips, and you bite yours, allowing his arms to wrap around your waist. Your face is inches away from his, your insides clawing at you, begging you to take him. 

“You're dangerous,” you murmur. “Am I?” 

“Yeah. I like it, though.”

He leans in and kisses you; it feels magnificent like fireworks lit up in the sky. Your heart is pounding, and your breathing is heavy as you drink him in, walking backward towards your bedroom. Both your clothes come off in a blur, your naked bodies pressed against each other, engulfed in a flame of passion and sensuality that had been brimming for so long. “You’re so pretty, baby,” he whispers as his lips trail down your neck. Your skin tingles as if you are finally being awakened by his touch, your hands clinging to his hair as he reaches your breasts. His tongue swirls seductively around your hardened mounds, his warm hands cupping your ass and giving it a nice squeeze. Your center is dripping for him as if he read your mind, his fingers slowly trickling to your tight hole. “Already wet for me, baby?” He teases, his thumb rubbing your clit softly. “Y-yes,” you murmur, jolts of electricity spreading between your legs. He licks each nipple, sucking on them until they are nice and ripe, then makes his way down between your legs. Finally, he stands up, his hand pumping his cock as he licks his lips in fascination at your pretty pussy. You knew he had a nice body since you saw a peak at the photo shoot, but seeing him naked, sexy, and rock hard because of you sends you into an internal spiral. “I gotta taste you.”

He licks his lips again, getting on his knees and pulling you closer to him. Then, without any warning, his tongue attacks your nectar, slurping happily as your body radiates from pleasure.  Your hand clutches onto your breast, pinching yourself as he dives into your sweet heat, ravishing you like a starved man. Your legs tremble as he slips his delicate fingers inside you, instantly making you crave his cock. “Hoshi, please,” you moan softly, lifting your head up, so you watch him. “Make me cum.”

Without delay, he laps his tongue against your clit, your moans turning into screams, and then whimpers as his fingers pump into you faster. He growls as he dives further into your cunt, the pressure building deep inside you as you feel it coming. He goes deeper into your dripping sex, his tongue flattening your clit, sending you over the edge as you finally cum in his mouth. Your hands grip his hair tightly as you ride his face, screaming beautiful profanities as your body goes through this incredible high. Finally, his fingers slip out of you slowly, and you take his hand, sucking your juices off each of his fingers. “F-fuck,” you breathe heavily. “I don’t think I’ve ever come like that.”

“Well, look forward to more of those, sweetheart,” he murmurs, standing up.

His hand is pumping his cock vigorously, beads of precum dripping out of him and making your lips water. Instinctively, you kneel in front of him, taking his cock and sucking on his head. His legs shudder, and he lets out a low howl, an evil grin on your face as he does not know what he’s gotten into. You love sucking dick when it’s the right person. 

“It’s your turn to be taken care of, baby.”

You shove his thick cock into your mouth, sucking him gleefully and savoring his taste. You wrap your fingers around his base, giving it a tight squeeze before running down his shaft, your slobbering mouth sucking his balls, your tongue swirling around in a way that makes him shift his stance. You return to his length, letting him hit the back of your throat as he fucks your face roughly. Tears roll down your face at his roughness, but you don’t mind it; your clit throbs at the thought of this soon filling your tight cunt. 

He cocks his head back, clearly enjoying the divine feeling of your warm mouth. His hand has a tight grip on your hair, his strokes slowly before pulling himself out of your mouth, pulling you up to your feet, and kissing you deeply. He lays you back on the bed, marveling over your naked body before climbing over you, parting your legs with his knee. You hold your breath, watching him slowly sink into you, filling you up until you take him whole. “Are you okay?”

Hoshi kisses you as he strokes you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. The moans between you two are synced together, his hips bucking as his thrusts are faster and deeper. The hard-smacking noise of bodies colliding together echoed in your bedroom. He grunts with each thrust, his hands grabbing your throat and, with your nod of approval, giving it a slight squeeze. 

“Fuck,” you mew, biting your lip. “Just like that, please.”

You are soaked for him, the squishiness of your tight core heard with each pound into you. The tighter he squeezed, the more aroused you became, your walls clenching around him. It had been a while since you had good dick, and this was very much worth the wait. He suddenly releases his hand from your throat, pulling you into sloppy kiss, deep pants against your skin as he fucks you senselessly. 

“I’m so close,” he putters, looking into your eyes. 

You were about to reach your peak, the coil threatening to snap below as he lifted your legs over his shoulder. Your hand finds your clit, rubbing it hard until you scream his name, your orgasm crashing down on you like an avalanche. Hoshi looks amazed, watching your legs shake because of him, his release soon after on your stomach. Your heart is beating fast, barely catching your breath as you collapse on the bed, eyes wide at the ceiling.

“You are sensational,” he whispers, leaving sweet kisses on your face. 

You can’t help but giggle, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling with him tightly. You had every intention of getting up to shower and clean up the mess you made from cooking, but instead, you fell into a deep sleep in his arms. You don’t feel him get up or hear him go into your bathroom, take his shower, and then clean you delicately. You are sound asleep as he cleans up your kitchen and makes sure your cats are fed. But you do feel him get back into the bed with you, and kiss you on your forehead.

“Hey,” you mumble. 

“I was just straightening up the mess we made. Go back to sleep, love.”

You did exactly that, falling into a deep sleep and waking up at sunrise, still in his arms. You ended up spending your three-day weekend with him, staying in and ordering take-out, watching movies, having meaningful talks about each other’s lives, and fucking each other whenever you wanted. You had each other wrapped in each other’s fingers, a twin flame you never thought you had in this world. You looked into his eyes and felt something, a hope of what your lives could be together if you let him in. 

“You aren’t going to ghost me, are you?” The weekend is over, and you are at the door, kissing Hoshi goodbye. “Not if you come over with snacks, Hoshi,” you joke, playfully pushing him out the door. “I think we are past nicknames now,” he leaves you with one last kiss. “Call me Soonyoung.” (bonus chapter)

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IOTA Reviews: Penalteam

You know, I spent a while mentally preparing myself for this episode, because basically every episode involving Chloe has had exceptionally bad writing, and given the fact that she's getting arguably the most focus since “Queen Banana”, I felt like I needed to be ready. When I actually watched the episode, I was surprised at how Chloe was written... mainly because I was more pissed off by aspects of the writing that had nothing to do with her. Yeah, this is going to be a rough one, in case you can't tell.

Let's get into the twenty-fourth (Chronologically the twenty-fourth) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fourth season: Penalteam

We start off with Marinette and Adrien's class in gym getting ready for a soccer game in the local stadium. Oh yeah, I remember when my gym class got to play basketball at TD Garden. Apparently, it's so the class can develop “team spirit”, or something like that, even though everyone is mostly on good terms with each other, with a single exception. In addition, because this is Season 4, there's no way the animators can afford new models of these characters in gym clothes, so the first act of the episode is going to feature these kids running around in jeans and long-sleeved shirts, which will most likely lead to everyone suffering from some kind of chafing.

Someone else is there to help them learn “team spirit”, famous French sports journalist, Didier Roustan, who actually voices himself in the French dub. At least, I think it is. It's kind of vague if he is the same person as he is in real life, as some dialogue implies he's the real deal, as he references real events, but they don't really do much to establish him to the audience. On my first viewing of the episode, I thought he was just another teacher with the same name (think when Gene Schalit voiced Gene Scallop in SpongeBob SquarePants) until the next scene explained he was a legend in French sports broadcasting, sort of like what John Madden was for American sports.

While everyone is choosing teams, the shy artist of the class, Nathaniel, isn't interested, preferring to work on his comic with his friend (who will most likely be written off next season), Marc. It turns out that Marc is a huge fan of soccer, and knows a lot of tricks, saying that “it's full of exciting twists and turns, like a good manga!” Because for some reason, the episode really needs to remind the audience that these two are the artists who love comic books and manga. Granted, Marc being into soccer got about as much buildup as Commander Chakotay being into boxing was, almost as if the writers just threw it in to make the episode work instead of focusing on the established jock characters like Kim or Alix. Nathaniel still wants nothing to do with the class, and begs Marc to come up with an excuse. Nobody ever calls out Nathaniel for this, and believe me, I'm going to get back to it later.

The next scene is just of the kids playing soccer, with all of the predictable jokes you've come to expect from these writers. Sabrina gets bossed around by Chloe, Marinette screws up because she's physically incapable of doing anything when Adrien is around, and Chloe doesn't even try to play the game because the writers really don't get how the constant attempts to force the audience to hate Chloe says more about them than Chloe as a character. In addition, we learn Adrien doesn't know how to play soccer. Again, I'll get to it later.

Hell, even the writers can't make their minds up on why we should hate Chloe today. She's clearly shown to not care about playing the game (as if not wanting to play sports in gym is a terrible viewpoint to have), yet she also goes on about winning and not wanting to be on a team of “losers”, as if she was actually passionate about the game. Regardless of how you feel on the character, I think we can all agree Chloe shouldn't have been the main antagonist of the episode, because like Marc, her connection to soccer is only there to make the plot go forward. If the writers really needed a sport-themed Akuma, why not make it someone who actually knows how to play soccer and has a passion for the sport? I get why it can't be Kim, but why not give Alix more focus here as the Akuma, or better yet, make it an entirely original character, like a student from another class?

If you absolutely had to make Chloe the main threat in the episode, and if you want to do something to make the audience hate her in a way shows off her ego in a way that's actually entertaining, have her appoint herself as team captain. That way, she can bark out orders to her team while doing the bare minimum, saying she knows a lot because she used to be Queen Bee, and the other players wouldn't understand how smart she is. If her team loses, all she has to do is blame the others for not being as awesome as her. Bonus points if her team is all temp heroes like Zoe, so they all glare at how arrogant she is.

Sabrina offers to take Chloe's place as the goalie on the other team, but that means the other team doesn't have one, and because Ms. Bustier refuses to let Chloe sit down so they can avoid this headache and focus on the damn game, Didier asks the kids to come up with a way to include her in the game while still keeping it fair and fun. Because I guess simply putting Chloe in charge of keeping score didn't come to anyone's mind.

(Unfortunately, I couldn't find a good copy of the French dub with English subtitles, so I'm going to have to rely the English dub again, so no screenshots with subtitles.)

Marinette: Well…Chloe could switch teams with every goal. The team that wins will be the one that did the best with his handicap. *Chloe looks at Marinette in shock and anger* Uh... I mean having Chloe as their goalie.

While I didn't bring it up that much in “Gabriel Agreste”, I really don't get why so many Chloe-centric episodes this season have the characters insult her while never being called out for it. Yes, she's bad, and the writers say you're not supposed to like her, and I don't think the characters should be blamed for everything when Chloe was still the aggressor, but there are times where they make fun of her just for being in the room. When Chloe was spying on Marinette and her friends in “Gabriel Agreste”, some of them proceeded to throw a couple fairy tale-themed insults at her instead of just yelling at her for violating their privacy. Because that's a great lesson to teach people of all ages: “If someone is mean to you, this show says it's okay to be mean back, because being the bigger person is for losers”. Actually, considering who the creator of this show is, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the actual lesson we're supposed to take away from this episode.

Of course, this was all pointless, as rather than have the akumatization come from Chloe being a sore loser, we don't even get to see the rest of the game, because Chloe decided not to use her father to get out of gym class for the year, and instead, waits for Shadowmoth to akumatize her into Penalty.

Penalty's design is okay, but anything's a step up from Queen Banana. Like Queen Banana, her Queen Bee model is reused (mainly the legs), but the black and yellow soccer uniform looks pretty decent, and the soccer ball tattoos on her face are a nice touch. I also like the idea of her having the ability to clone herself (referring to the group as “Penalteam”), as it symbolizes how narcissistic she is. Granted, her powers are confusing, as aside from being able to alter the area around her like a stadium and imprison people without even making a penalty box joke, they mostly amount to... being good at soccer. Yeah, despite the whole reason she accepted an Akuma from Shadowmoth was because she didn't want to play soccer, her powers are all about playing soccer. You see what I mean when I say Chloe shouldn't have been the Akuma of the episode?

And once again, I need to point out how pointless the Magical Charms were this season. If the whole idea of the Megakumas breaking the Magical Charms was so the writers had an excuse to make Shadowmoth look cooler and akumatize Chloe more, why did they have to show it off for the girl who already worked with her and didn't even want the Charm in the first place? If the writers wanted to show Chloe was in leagues with Shadowmoth, why not have her simply throw the charm away as she willingly accepts the Akuma?

After trapping the entire stadium in an energy dome and hiding away the object with their Akuma, Penalteam sets up a soccer match, where if she wins, nobody will be able to play soccer again. The only reason the stakes are even remotely tense is because they've trapped Alya, Alix, Ms. Bustier, and Didier (who's in charge of commentary for the match) in tiny balls that will shrink the more goals they score, implying she's willing to kill them over not wanting to play soccer.

Now this honestly could have worked if it said more about how far Chloe had fallen as a character, but nobody really says anything about how morbid this is. As selfish and immature as Justin Hammer was in Iron Man: Armored Adventures, not only did he have the technology to back up his threats and ego, he was shown to be very unhinged, and only got worse as the show went on. When he killed Mr. Fix and turned him into an AI as punishment for his constant failures while still using him to work on his projects, the other villains were horrified at what he did, and later episodes ramped up how insane he could get, and showed he was just as threatening as Iron Monger or the Mandarin. Here, Penalteam's actions are just treated like another Akuma, and spoiler alert, they gets taken about as seriously as Queen Banana.

Marinette and Adrien sneak off to transform into Ladybug and Cat Noir respectively, and of course, the one time Ladybug boasts about how strong their partnership is (which is worse when you remember that this is right after “Kuro Neko” chronologically), that's when Cat Noir has to embarrass Ladybug by saying he doesn't know squat about soccer.

Ladybug: Nice scare tactics, but it's not gonna work. Cat Noir and I are the best at soccer!

Cat Noir: *whispering to Ladybug* I don't know a thing about soccer my lady. Maybe it's time to call the real team? *Ladybug gains a shocked look on her face*

Ladybug: Oh. Well, uh... Cat Noir will attend the goals while I get the rest of our team.

Penalteam: *laughs* I guess you're not that confident after all Ladybug! Let's see what you're made of kitty cat!

Didier Roustan, Voiceover: From the look on his face, not champion material, I'm afraid.

Don't you just love how after almost an entire season of him whining about Ladybug doing the unspeakable and relying on other heroes instead of him, the one time she actually thinks just the two of them can deal with this Akuma, now he's the one to beg for help? We don't even get a scene where Ladybug sees how bad he is and decides to go off and recruit the other heroes on her own, because why should she get to make a decision that isn't the result of being humiliated or proven wrong by her partner, am I right?

Naturally, you might be saying to yourself, “What about 'Furious Fu'? Didn't Cat Noir play soccer with the Miracle Ball there?” Well, someone asked Astruc that, and despite kicking the Miracle Ball around like a soccer ball, passing it to Ladybug with his feet like you do with a soccer ball, and literally kicked it through a goalpost while screaming “GOOOOAL!”, that somehow didn't count as playing soccer.

How the hell was that not considered soccer? How was Cat Noir even capable of doing so well with the Miracle Ball if he supposedly sucks at soccer? That's like saying that one scene from Batman and Robin doesn't count as hockey because the “puck” was a diamond Mr. Freeze was after. Either way, hockey was still played. This episode just goes out of its way to retcon previous events just for the sake of the plot, even more than even the worst episodes this season.

As usual, while Cat Noir does his best to not die, Ladybug goes around and brings in every temp hero available. While I can understand how it was easy for her to find Nino, Max, Mylene, Kim, Juleka, Rose, and Zoe and give them all their Miraculous, how the hell did Ladybug find Luka and Kagami to give them their Miraculous? Wasn't the stadium trapped under Penalteam's dome? But that's nothing compared to what happens next. Even though the Penalteam is composed of eleven clones, which means all Ladybug needs to match them is to bring in all nine current temp heroes with herself and Cat Noir, for some reason, this requires her to bring not just one, but four other temp heroes. Somehow, this situation is that desperate.

Ladybug goes to Sabrina, Marc, Nathaniel, and Ivan to give them the Dog Miraculous, Rooster Miraculous, Goat Miraculous, and Ox Miraculous respectively, leading to, surprise, surprise, a rushed and poorly paced scene. This show can't even pull off episodes with two separate Akumas (Antibug, Felix, Ephemeral), and now the writers think they can throw in FOUR NEW HEROES and properly integrate them into the story?!

And while we're spared from four separate transformation sequences eating up the runtime even more than it already is, we still get the cliche “I can't be a hero because of personal reasons!” moment to make it seem like these characters are super deep. These speeches sort of make sense for the characters because of their personalities, but all of them somehow manage to make Zoe's brief moment of self-doubt in “Queen Banana” seem emotionally investing by comparison. I should also mention that all of this happens in less than two minutes.

First, I don't know what was going through her head, but Ladybug decided to give Sabrina a Miraculous, even though she's only girl with blind loyalty to Chloe, someone who betrayed Ladybug in the past, and has still been willing to go along with her plans and bullying behavior no matter what (Origins, Mr. Pigeon, The Evillustrator, Darkblade, Reflekta, Sole Crusher, Queen Banana). The writers have spent several episodes this season reminding the audience how terrible Chloe is and why she doesn't deserve a Miraculous, yet Sabrina gets one anyway? Just because she wasn't calling the shots doesn't mean she wasn't fully cognizant of her actions. But, of course, the show just glosses over all the bad things Sabrina has done helping Chloe... IN AN EPISODE WHERE CHLOE IS THE AKUMA.

Would it have killed the writers to give us a single episode where she tries to break away from Chloe's toxic influence and try to make up for her past actions? If we can't get a heroic Chloe, can we at least give Sabrina some form of a redemption arc? And like we all feared, the whole reason Sabrina is hesitant to use the Dog Miraculous is because “She can't do that to Chloe”, but she gets convinced to become a hero solely for the sake of saving Chloe, someone who willingly accepted an Akuma for the second time. So basically, anyone who likes Chloe is a complete idiot, yet Sabrina's entire motivation for becoming a superhero being to save Chloe is perfectly fine? You're really not making things clear on how we're supposed to feel about this, Astruc.

Thankfully, the next three aren't as contradictory, but still eye-rolling nonetheless. Marc is too nervous because even though he knows a lot about soccer, he thinks he isn't good enough, but all it takes to get his head in the game and accept the Rooster Miraculous is for Ladybug to say that “he's more talented than he realizes”. As for Nathaniel, he's somehow under the belief that he's not comfortable being in a team, only for Ladybug to point out that every scene he's had for the past three seasons has been working on comics with Marc, which is enough for Nathaniel to accept the Goat Miraculous.

And then we get Ivan's.

Ivan: What if I hurt someone using my superpowers?

Ladybug: It's good to be careful, Ivan, but remember, you'll be on a team of superheroes facing supervillains! No one can be hurt.

Because I guess since half a dozen episodes have already been retconned for the sake of this episode's plot, we might as well ignore what happened to Aeon in the New York Special or when Cat Noir tried to Cataclysm Scarabella in “Hack-San”. I said that these motivational speech scenes weren't as contradictory, okay?

Ladybug heads back into the stadium with the thirteen temp heroes, including Carapace, Viperion, Ryuko, Pegasus, King Monkey, the super amazing Vesperia, along with Pigella, Purple Tigress, and Polymouse, as well as the new recruits, Miss Hound, Rooster Bold, Caprikid, and Minotaurox.

Minotaurox (far left) has a very ridiculous design, and is easily the weakest of the four. I guess the character designers were trying to highlight how tough he is, but he looks like a combination of the Michelin Man and Oushi Black.

I like the look of the horns on his head, but the mask barely does anything to hide Ivan's face, even by the standards of this show.

In contrast, I think Rooster Bold (center left) has a really nice design. I love the pattern of the jacket with the sleeves that look like a rooster's feet, the coattails are a nice addition that doesn't interfere with mobility, and the red mohawk just looks really cool. What I don't get is the name. Yes, I get that the original French name Coq Courage, couldn't fly with American broadcasters, but if you wanted to give him a name to signify how brave Marc's hero identity is, why name him after Booster Gold, one of the most egotistical superheroes DC has to offer?

I have mixed feelings on the design of Miss Tracker (center right). I like the beret and color scheme, but the shorts and white boots just don't really go with the outfit that much. In addition, with the way the mask is designed, it looks like she always has a devious look in her eyes, which is ironic when you consider what she does in her civilian life.

But then there's Caprikid (far right). I think the fluffy vest is nice, and the color scheme is visually appealing, but there are just some, uh... bad implications here. A few years ago, Astruc sort of confirmed that Nathaniel was Jewish, as his last name was a reference to Jacob Kurtzberg, the birth name of comic book legend, Jack Kirby, who was also Jewish.

And yeah, while the show has never explicitly confirmed this either, the problem still lies in the fact that Nathaniel got the Goat Miraculous... when a common, anti-semetic portrayal of Jews is to give them devil horns and cloven, hoof-like feet. Granted, like the many, many portrayals of different ethnicity and cultures on this show, I highly doubt it was intentional, but I'm not Jewish, so I'm not certain if this is really as bad as it sounds. If there's anyone who knows more about Jewish culture or religious text, don't be afraid to correct me on this.

So the soccer game against Penalteam finally begins, and then Viperion is almost immediately taken out by a Penalty. After a brief skirmish leading to the destruction of Team Miraculous' goal, Penalteam changes the field to all of Paris. Ryuko tries to get the ball, but gets tagged out as well. Cat Noir manages to get the ball and scores a goal... on his own team. Because this episode is determined to make Cat Noir out to be a total liability. After some failed attempts to stop Penalteam like Carapace using his Shelter and Purple Tigress using her Clout, the first half of the game ends, with Penalteam winning. Ladybug tells the other heroes to not use their superpowers for some reason, but then has a very quick change of heart after they all recharge.

Ladybug: I'm sorry, I've been a bad captain. I played a solo game, I forgot we're a team. I'm gonna need all of you now, more than ever.

Yes, because she didn't pass the ball to Ryuko (even though she was going to be tagged anyway), Ladybug is the one who needs to learn a lesson about teamwork. Nevermind the fact that all season, she's relied on the help on other heroes, and just reassured Cat Noir that he is irreplaceable. It's obvious that Ladybug is the one who needs to step up her game, not the idiot who scored a goal on his own team.

The second half begins, and Ladybug gives orders to the other heroes. When the Penalteam tries to gang up on Minotaurox, he uses his power, Resistance, to blow them all away. After turning things around and winning the game, Penalteam decides to extend the game. For some reason, Cat Noir is surprised at how unfair things are, and Penalteam outright says she's a villain who's making the rules of the game. I'm honestly surprised we didn't get something more along the lines of this:

Like clockwork, Cat Noir is incapacitated by the Penalteam, so the other heroes only have five minutes to save him. And I'm not making this up when I say that rejecting Akumas has become so common this season (Gang of Secrets, Rocketear, Qilin), that's what Ladybug plans to do to beat Penalteam, have them reject the Akuma entirely. Ladybug summons her Lucky Charm, an easel to draw out her strategy with. She comes up with a plan to essentially pull a Doctor Strange and annoy Penalteam into surrendering. How does she do it?

Caprikid's power, Genesis, is to create any object he wants, making it a superior version of the Lucky Charm. Okay, why can't the Ladybug do that? Lucky Charm is completely random, yet the lower tier Miraculous can create any object? How is that any different from creation? Why can't he get a power that isn't just a blatant copy of Lucky Charm? Are there any limits to this power? Could Ladybug use it to create another Miraculous? If Gabriel got it, could he create a magic pill to wake Emilie up from her coma? But believe me, it gets dumber.

Using Genesis, Caprikid creates a toy magic wand, claiming his power lets him remove all time limits for the other heroes, obviously bothering Penalteam. Miss Hound then uses her power, Fetch, to teleport the ball to Rooster Bold, who uses his power.

Rooster Bold: Sublimation!

Penalteam: *laughs* Sublimation? You have the power to make yourself less ugly?

Rooster Bold: Actually my power is to choose a super ability, and I choose to score a ball anytime I shoot. *shoots the ball, and it goes into the goal after flying around the Penalteam clones* And that's how it's gonna be every time I get the ball!

Let me get this straight. Rooster Bold's power... is to have any superpower he wants? You're telling me that of all the powers the writers could come up with, they gave him the power to do whatever the hell he wants? THEN WHAT'S THE POINT OF USING LITERALLY ANY OTHER MIRACULOUS?! Why does Ladybug even need to hand out any Miraculous when all she can do is use the Rooster to give herself the power she needs to save the day? Why can't she just give herself the power to find Shadowmoth's lair? Why does Shadowmoth even need to recreate the world if he can just grab the Rooster and give himself the power to save Emilie? Well, some people on Twitter asked Astruc these kind of questions, and it was apparently enough for him to end his brief exodus from responding to fan questions.

THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY MEAN, AND YOU KNOW IT, ASTRUC! What they're asking is why can't the Rooster be used in a way to figure out someone's secret identity other than “Because the plot said so”. Your team said the Rooster had no limits, didn't they? What's stopping Ladybug from using the Rooster to give herself the power to track Akumas back to Shadowmoth's lair? How about the power of telepathy to read into the minds of Akuma victims and get an idea of who Shadowmoth is through the mental bond? Why not the power to be able to detect anyone who has used a Miraculous at any time in the past to figure out who Shadowmoth is? They could have given the Rooster other powers like healing or the power to reinvigorate exhausted heroes, but instead, the writers just gave up, and literally gave Rooster Bold the power to do whatever the plot needs him to do. They couldn't even make the power unpredictable like the Lucky Charm to justify the incredibly specific circumstances when this Miraculous is used.

So the heroes do what they really should have done from the beginning instead of wasting time on this soccer game, barrage Penalteam with their powers. Vesperia uses Venom to stun a clone, Pegasus uses Voyage to teleport the ball into the goal, and King Monkey uses Uproar to screw up Penalteam's powers. After her clones start bickering with each other, Penalteam rejects the Akuma, because the writers are determined to make rejecting Akumas the least impressive thing on the show.

Ladybug de-evilizes the Akuma, the heroes celebrate, and even though she was vilified for not wanting to play soccer, the kids decide to let Chloe have what she wants, while Nathaniel comes in to play, never getting called out for wanting to skip class in the first place. After telling Sabrina to play soccer with the others, our episode ends with Chloe sitting down next to a familiar face.

Lila: Welcome to the bench.

Chloe: What's your name again?

Lila: It's not my name that matters, but who I hate. And I think we have a lot in common on that front.

That's right. Now they're hinting at a Chloe and Lila team-up... in the penultimate episode of the season. I just have one question to ask...

WHY THE FUCK DID IT TAKE THE WRITERS THIS LONG TO SET THIS UP?!

This was literally the first thing Lila has said all season, and after Chloe has been the most recurring antagonist this season besides Shadowmoth, you're choosing now to reestablish Lila as a threat? Why did it take her this long to do anything? Why is she choosing now to team up with Chloe? Why didn't she say anything to Chloe after she betrayed Ladybug? Did she just realize Chloe hates Marinette for some reason? Where the hell was Lila all season? It's stuff like this that makes me not believe a second of Astruc's claims that Chloe's betrayal was planned from the start, because if it really was, this would have more focus and buildup instead of being shoved into the end of the season.

I feel like I jumped the gun with calling “Queen Banana” the worst episode of the show, mainly because it got to me personally, because of my feeling for Chloe as a character, but this episode? Yeah, its biggest problems came from parts that had nothing to do with Chloe, and not only do I think that this is the worst episode of the season, but also of the entire series, and I mean it for real.

This episode just went out of its way to retcon previous events, and threw in new character motivations, and for what? A filler episode where all the heroes do is play soccer? If Astruc wanted Chloe to become an Akuma again, why did it be one with a motif and powers that had nothing to do with her personality? Again, why not use Alix, since she hasn't become a hero yet? Why did the heroes even go along with the soccer game in the first place, much less act like Chloe, someone who has betrayed the team in the past and has said she hates Ladybug, was going to play fair? Why couldn't Pegasus and Polymouse split up to search for the Akuma while the other heroes played the game?

And then there's the whole thing where they made Cat Noir into a complete buffoon? All season, the writers keep trying to convince the audience that Cat Noir is a valuable asset to the team, and is worthy of being Ladybug's partner, but then we get episodes like these that make him out to be more of a liability than anything else, all to justify the baker's dozen's worth of temp heroes appearing in the episode and doing more to save the day, all while having to bail him out of an Akuma's trap. After “Lies”, “Mr. Pigeon 72”, “Mega Leech”, “Guiltrip”, “Sentibubbler”, and “Wishmaker”, this is the SEVENTH TIME this season where Cat Noir has been incapacitated by an Akuma in some way that forced Ladybug to rely on other heroes to save the day. If the writers keep trying to prove Cat Noir is a useful hero this season, they're not doing a good job at it. If they needed to portray a hero as inept at soccer for comedy, why not Carapace, Viperion, Pegasus,  Vesperia, Pigella, Purple Tigress, Polymouse, Caprikid or Minotaurox? None of them were established to be athletes or skilled at soccer, unlike Ryuko, King Monkey, Miss Tracker, or Rooster Bold. The writers had options, but still chose to make Cat Noir a complete weakling for the sake of this flimsy plot.

And then we get Chloe. If Astruc's team absolutely had to make her the Akuma of this soccer episode, would it have killed them to give her a consistent motivation for getting akumatized? One minute, she doesn't want to play soccer, the next minute, she acts like she hates being dragged down by a team, and then she gets akumatized because she doesn't want to play soccer... and decides to play soccer with the heroes to decide the fate of people playing soccer across the world. Did the writers skip a page in the script? What the hell is happening? Why couldn't Ladybug make a deal with Penalteam to see if Paris can play soccer instead? It would be entirely in-character for Chloe to act like she's the best at the game, so have Ladybug exploit her ego to warrant the soccer game. Instead, the writers made her skilled at soccer, even though she was akumatized because she hates soccer, and didn't even try to call her father to get out of having to do this.

It's even worse when you remember what Nathaniel did earlier in the episode. Why was Chloe in the wrong for not wanting to play soccer with the class when Nathaniel tried to get out of playing soccer in the first place, and never got called out for it? What was even the point of showing Nathaniel's hesitance to play soccer when the whole reason he didn't want to be a hero at first was because of that “Not wanting to be on a team” crap?

Even the actual soccer game the episode desperately wanted to show off was boring. Most of the temp heroes didn't get to do much, and it was just a regular game of soccer for most of the episode until everyone realized they had superpowers. Sure, they tried to make it seem like it was dangerous, but that was because Penalteam's kicks are like shooting a soccer ball out of a cannon. If anything, they should have opened with using their powers to even the playing field the second it was made clear Penalteam wasn't going to play fair. What was even the point of bringing in Ryuko, Viperion, and Pigella if they couldn't even use their powers? The former two barely got to do anything before being captured by Penalteam!

Obviously, the debut of the last four temp heroes was rushed as all hell. There were plenty of episodes that could have been cut this season to facilitate at least one or two temp heroes so they didn't have to introduce four in a single episode, but no! “Mr. Pigeon 72”, “Psycomedian”, “Glaciator 2”, and “Simpleman” were just too important to leave on the cutting room floor, so there was no other choice but to cram four new heroes into an episode that already has way too many heroes to keep track of. The actual development these characters got was so surface level. With Vesperia, Pigella, Purple Tigress, and Polymouse, there was clearly effort to flesh out their characters and give them more focus than usual, but here? Why should I care about these characters getting Miraculous if there's little fanfare to it? You could have had a really good episode where Sabrina gets the Dog Miraculous after standing up to Chloe, but instead, the writers rushed through it and gave her the Dog because she wanted to save Chloe, because every time Sabrina gets focus, she has to be screwed over in some way. Spoiler alert for the finale, but she gets screwed over there too.

This episode had screw-up after screw-up trying to cram everything it wanted to into its twenty-three minute runtime, and it just failed miserably as a result. Even “Felix” and “Queen Banana” were more coherently written than this episode. It's just a complete mess of an episode from start to finish.

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”You’re always the same thing!” Laughing you smack Yuta’s calf that rests on your side as you sit between his legs while he braids your hair.

“Stop, I’ll mess it up!” He chuckles caging you between his legs.

Laughter dies off when you hear the front door opening as Yuta’s roommates enter their shared apartment.

“Hey guys!” Ten’s the first to spot you two in the living room.

“Hey!” Yuta greets as he continues his work on your hair. ”How was the game?”

“It was really cool, I beat the crap out of the other team!” Ten proudly announces.

“They were pretty good though, it was a nice match.” Kun arrives, petting the other on the back.

Glancing behind him you see a very quiet Winwin. Well, he’s usually quiet but today he just seems upset even? Which makes no sense because they seem to have won the street basketball game with some guys that challenged them a few days before.

“Do you want to join us? The movie has just started and Y/N brought snacks.” Yuta invites them.

Cheering, Ten and Kun take a sit already digging into to the different bowls on the coffee table.

“I’m going to my room.” Winwin murmurs, leaving the living room without any further glance.

While the others just shrug knowing he’s usually not very social and likes to be on his own, you feel guilty. You feel like because you’re there he doesn’t want to hang out with his friends.

You’ve met Yuta around a year ago and quickly became close. Some people asked if you were together but you trusted your friendship enough to know that’s all you’d ever be, friends. Besides, you’ve been trying to help him with this girl he likes and he’s very aware that you’re crushing hard on somebody else, someone who doesn’t seem to be very fond of you, his roommate Winwin.

When you start to come to their place more often you just kept hoping you’d run into him. In the beginning he was nice to you but out of nowhere he started to get more distant, sometimes even seeming like he was avoiding you. Yuta had no idea what was going on and you were left wondering if you did something wrong, but you never got the courage to ask.

“I think I’ll just get going.” You get up after Yuta finishes your hair.

“But we just arrived!” Ten pouts.

“Yeah and the movie is not even half way in!” Kun adds.

“I’ll just watch it some other time, you guys have fun.” Not even looking back you head to the door.

“Y/N.” Yuta calls as he follows you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just better if I go.” You grab your jacket putting it on.

“Is it because of him?” He tilts his head.

“Yuta,” you turn to him, ”I’m clearly a stone on his shoe, otherwise he’d be there watching the movie with you.”

“You don’t know that, maybe he’s just tired from the game.” He tries to lighten the situation.

“Right.” You roll your eyes. ”He doesn’t like me and I don’t want him to be uncomfortable in his own place, so I might as well just go.”

“I think you should go talk to him.” He rests his hand on your shoulder.

“Like he’d want to talk to me…”

“Just give it a try, trust me.” Yuta gives you a reassuring smile.

With a sigh you walk into the hallway that leads to the rooms and stop when you reach Winwin’s door. Looking back, Yuta nods for you to go ahead before returning into the living room. You take a deep breath before knocking. A faded ‘yes’ is heard from the inside but instead of replying you open the door.

“What do you want?” Glancing to the door Winwin huffs before looking back into his phone where he was playing a game.

“I-” You bite your lip wondering what to say. “I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving so you can watch the movie with them.”

“Ok.” He carelessly says and you drop you head turning around to leave.

“What have I ever done to you?” You suddenly ask making him raise a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“You barely talk to me, you actively avoid me… You weren’t like this before.” You turn back around to face him. ”What happened?”

“I’ll tell you what happened.” Throwing his phone into the bed Winwin gets up. “What happened is that you started coming over way too often. I hate seeing you all giggly with Yuta. He was my friend first you know? And then you came in and suddenly he just wants to hang out with you!”

You feel your heart drop to floor as he paces around the room letting it all out.

“I hate that you’re always together. I hate that you bring him food and that he braids your hair. I hate that you act like a couple even if you aren’t one. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.” He stops with his back facing you as your eyes widen.

“S-So, you don’t hate me?” You tentatively ask.

“No, I’m just jealous.” He sighs before turning to you. “I want to have what you two have and more. But now I just feel stupid confessing my feelings to someone who doesn’t even like me back-”

Winwin stops when your lips touch his. It’s just a few seconds but he feels like he’s heart could jump off his chest.

“Maybe I’m just an idiot, but I want to do all those things with you too.”

With a smile from ear to ear he rushes to sit in front of his computer.

“What are you doing?” You giggle.

“What do you think? Looking up tutorials on how to braid your hair.”

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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[utilitycaster]

I'm curious on how you would rank the CR cast in terms of how well they understand the mechanics of dnd. Because I agree with something you said a while ago, which is that Sam somehow has this rep as being "the mechanics guy", but I feel like that just isn't true honestly. Not that he's terrible, but I think he does tend to like having one "go-to" move like bigbys hand or sneak attack, and seems to be struggling a little now that he has more choice. And perhaps controversially, I think Marisha has come such a long way in terms of mechanics. Like, sure, Keyleth had some bad moments, but Marisha mostly killed it as Beau and she's killing it now as Laudna, yet she gets very little respect for it I feel.

(answering this along with this from earlier today):

So in terms of strongest, Matt. I think DM-ing is the fastest throw-you-into-the-deep-end way to get good at mechanics, and so an experienced DM generally is excellent at mechanics. We can see it from him as a player, as Dariax or in one shots.

In terms of the rest of the cast, it gets a little murky in that I think everyone but Sam and Ashley is very, very strong (and I have my eye on Ashley because she's catching up fast), and the people I perceive as strongest are in part a matter of my personal taste in how to play/their playstyle beyond just mechanics. As a result I explain a lot of things and this is going to get long so I've put it below a cut just to save your dashes.

Unsurprisingly for followers of this blog, I think Travis is among the top players. I remember sitting with my father watching the boys basketball team at my middle school play a match and he pointed at the team's star player, who I should point out had not hit his growth spurt yet and also iirc never broke like, 5'8" as an adult, and said "that kid has incredible court sense" and anyway Travis has court sense. He asks all those questions because he's thinking about the battle map like, well, an athlete. And as someone who in some small part plays casters because my spatial reasoning is adequate at best, this is really impressive to me. Like, there's a reason he's taken the mobile feat twice, and why he's confident in melee, and this is on top of the fact that he managed to build out a utility hexadin with so many short range teleports, swapping out spells thoughtfully and picking highly useful invocations that also tell the character's story, like, part of why I've been so outright derisive towards the people who have insulted his skills is because this guy recognized Vespin Chloras within seconds. This guy is reading the manuals.

Liam is also among the top players. Hilariously, he exclusively has played Core Four in D&D with two exceptions (Vax's multiclasses and the For Legal Reasons This Is Neither HP nor the Breakfast Club one-shot) so he knows what he likes but he is, to be fair, very good at what he likes, and what he likes is utility casting and fighters and that's the most valid. He is perhaps the strongest at the table at integrating mechanics and story, though Travis and Laura are very close, and like Travis he can handle a highly modular build skillfully and thoughtfully as we've seen with both Caleb and Orym.

Liam and Travis were also the two players I said who I think could at least take a reasonable stab at the Empathy Domain, in that they are both the pragmatists of the group. I think Ashley may be one as well, hence why she's one to watch, but: they are able to quickly make peace with tough decisions or a bad turn and see it through, which, with the finicky nature of the Transfer Suffering feature and the highly RP dependent Sympathetic Bond, is crucial. When will one of them play a cleric for more than like, a two-shot. Please.

I think Taliesin is extremely good at mechanics broadly and has a lot of DM-ing experience and so he's counted in the "very, very good" section with Laura and Marisha here mostly because I happen to also be more of a brutal pragmatist and so that gets extra points, and Taliesin is one of the more optimistic playstyle cast members. He also tends towards min-maxing (obviously for Percy; Caduceus is min-maxed for healing and perception) and I respect that but I prefer the broader utility that Liam and Travis tend to pursue - although Ashton is, mechanically, super fun and has a more diverse array of skills/abilities than many barbarians (though a lot of credit goes to Matt here for the subclass) and I'm excited to see more.

I do have to disagree with the idea that Marisha "got much better". I mean, she has improved at D&D as has the rest of the cast but she was one of the strongest players from the start and the narrative that she's vastly improved since C1 instead of being consistently excellent is outright incorrect. I think people do not appreciate that she was usually the only prepared caster on screen, she was the only person with crowd control while also trying to be the healer and the tank simultaneoulsly, or that druids in 5e are significantly different than in Pathfinder. Like, literally, the only example of a bad Keyleth moment that comes to mind was the Wind Walk in the purple worm fight, and not to keep dunking on Sam but if Sam got a rep for being the mechanics genius for two great moves 3+ years ago it seems, uh, mad fucked up that Marisha still has a reputation for not being great as Keyleth for one bad spell 6 years ago. (In fact, to stop dunking on Sam: most criticisms of Sam and Marisha from C1 should probably stop. If suddenly you're down a sorcerer and usually down a cleric? You get a GENEROUS leeway.) I also was more impressed by Beau than by Laudna in terms of story incorporation - like, eyes of the runekeeper is great but why does she have that, and also I personally believe no warlock should ever have higher wisdom than intelligence unless they multiclassed. A sorcerer/warlock should not be in the business of having a positive wisdom score. Which isn't a knock on Laudna in general - some of this is personal taste and some will be resolved as we learn more - but I need to say that your Marisha mechanics opinions seem really off to me.

I think Laura is quite good and I think everyone who insults Jester's healing is an idiot who listened to Laura complaining and forgot to keep in mind that Jester actually did a great job healing while complaining, up until Caduceus "the healing guy" Clay showed up at which point she pivoted. This is called "responding to what else is going on" and I highly recommend it because mechanics in a vacuum are mere thought exercises. I think Laura is mechanically good but she also I think knows what she wants to do, which is to hit big and hit hard - I think she's aware that certain aspects of mechanics (support casting, tanking) aren't her interests, so she's not quite as strong all-around, but she's very good at what she's interested in. She's also showing a lot of utility as Imogen. Sorcerer is a really good fit for her and she's killing it.

[moonrazeeclipse]

The superstar.

Outside the locker room I heard the booming cheers of the crowd, loud enough that they bounced off the walls of the space. Within the quarters were my mates: the players, and the coaching staff of the basketball team. Everyone’s eyes were glued to our head coach, who ran his mouth and his hands like an act. My mind was elsewhere - covering the overwhelming noise pounding my ears with thoughts about her.

When I first came into university, I saw this beautiful girl handing out fliers for sign-ups to the university basketball team. It was only two weeks into the first semester and I was getting adjusted into my new life here. Walking down the hallway she and her friend were waving their mini posters promoting the program.

Her eyes made contact with mine, and next thing I knew, I froze for what seemed like forever.

“Hey! Do you wanna join the program? Hello? Hello?”

I blinked twice, snapping back to reality. She was standing in front of me, giggling that she got my attention. It took me a while to notice my mouth was still open.

“Uh, what were you saying again?” I asked, genuinely unsure about what they were advertising.

“Our college basketball team! Are you interested?”

I was focused on her gorgeous eyes and attractive smile. It didn’t help that her voice was bubbly too. I nodded instinctively without really looking at the details. Taking the flier from her hand I walked away, more interested in getting to know her rather than the actual club itself.

On the day of the recruiting, there were around 20 eager and aspiring prospects. During the showcase, I saw a mix of guys with actual, legitimate talent and others believed they were Steph Curry after watching one game, shooting themselves out of the running. I wasn’t the most athletic dude in the room - that would be this transferee named Huening Kai, but I could make plays for my teammates and play good defense.

When the coaches finally made their decision, I, along with four others, was selected to join their 15 man roster. Admittedly, I came in here with the least experience - I was more of a football player but for that girl, I’d do anything.

Strangely enough, I never saw her after handing me that  flier. Was she probably a senior? Most likely. The season wouldn’t start for another month, so I focused more on the team and getting along with my incoming partners. On the first scrimmage, I played against the starters and the sixth to eighth bench options. But that’s where I noticed something suspicious.

For most of the game, I was being guarded by the best player on the team. Choi Soobin would press me as soon as I received the ball from inbound and he’d defend me as if it were an actual game. Don’t get me wrong, each practice should be treated as if it were the real thing, but he was putting around two hundred percent  effort in locking me down. This led to a few turnovers and he’d hound me repeatedly until I got subbed out.

I didn’t think of it that much at first. Perhaps he was just that guy who’d put in his energy on both sides of the court. After the first practice session, as we headed out of the dressing room, he walked away and there. There she was. The girl who handed me that flier and convinced me to join the basketball club, walking toward Soobin and pecking him on the cheek.

“Hey babe. How was practice today?” she asked.

“Oh it wasn’t all that. The new kids were kinda okay,” he replied. They both laughed at that comment as they turned left, away from my sight. That was when I knew that something was up. She was Soobin’s boyfriend, and that scrimmage was an act of asserting dominance over me.

It all made sense. For him, it was personal.

Sure, she was beautiful and I liked her for sure, but that wasn’t gonna stop me from doing what I could to help this team. And help I did. By mostly sitting on the bench for most of the fucking season.

While Soobin was out on the court being a superstar, garnering attention from the media and cheers from the crowd, I just sat there, quietly biding my time. Waiting for a chance. But it seemingly never came. The months passed. The seasons changed. By March the following year, I got more opportunities to play a few minutes, but only because most of our games were blowouts by the start of the fourth quarter. It was clear in the team’s hierarchy who the star player was. And he made it known to everyone whenever he had the opportunity.

Whenever we lost, he drove the point home that it was our fault and took no responsibility. We just groaned and murmured under our breaths. Because he was giving the team wins, no one complained about it. Publicly at least. Most of us just wanted to quit by the time the championships started. But since Soobin was a senior and was in his final year, most of the roster kept pushing forward even with his arrogance and him running his mouth.

As the weeks rolled by, we inched closer to our goals of a national title. Something that hasn’t been achieved since 1997. Before we knew it, we had reached the state finals. That day was quite clear in my mind. After winning the semis, during the celebration, I heard what seemed like sniffles and sobs. Without letting anyone know, I snuck away and found her. Soobin’s girlfriend was behind one of the lockers, sitting on the ground, weeping.

Her face was buried deep against her knees, hiding the pain from anyone who wanted to find out. I crouched right beside her, but she moved a bit further away. Taking the hint, I remained in my position, allowing her tears to flow before I could say anything else. Maybe ten, twenty minutes passed before she stopped sobbing. Finally, she angled her head towards my eyes that never left her. Admittedly, even in her damaged state, she was beautiful.

“W-what are you doing here? Go away.” she quietly told me. I shook my head and inched toward her. This time, she never distanced herself again. She kept looking at me through her sore, reddened eyes.

“It’s okay. Tell me what happened,” I tried to reassure her and comfort her.

“S-S-Soobin,” her mouth trembled at mentioning his name. A pause before she continued. “H-h-he’s cheating on me with another girl.”

My eyes widened at the sudden revelation. How could anyone do this to someone like her? Seeing a cheery, happy girl get treated like this broke my heart. I didn’t want to ask any further.

I wrapped my left arm over her back. There was no resistance. No pushback, no refusal. She needed comfort and I wanted to give her that. Staring at the floor tiles, I rubbed my coiled arm back and forth.

“You deserve better.”

I kept this motion for a few moments, before she threw herself at me in a deep embrace. She cried into my shoulder while I kept hugging her. No feelings of lust nor love, just sincere, reassuring solace. In the back of my mind I knew that Soobin would pay for this, somehow.

For now, fixing her broken heart was the reward.

As the memory stopped, I gathered myself as the coach seemingly finished discussing the game plan. Without letting anyone discover me in deep thought, the team shouted their chant and rushed out to the loud gym, where the already powerful cheers grew more deafening. This was it, the state championship.

As we headed to the bench for the pre-game, I couldn’t help but look at her. Yewon. I knew that my focus should be on winning the title, but I wondered if she was doing fine. It’s been only a week but we’ve started talking behind closed doors, but that’s about it. She’s part of the cheerleading squad, so seeing her in such a skimpy outfit admittedly got my hormones running on occasion.

First quarter. Like every game this season, I started out on the bench. However I was now assigned as a sixth man to sub in when the starters needed rest. Soobin did his thing as usual. Being a star and doing most of the work on offense. As much as I hated him for a number of personal reasons, he’s a really talented hooper. But unlike most of our matches, it was very even. Neither team had the lead by the end of the period.

During the start of the second quarter, we were going back and forth for a bit until lightning struck. Attempting a layup, Soobin rose up only to be at the summit, bumping knees with a tall defender. He crashed, and was writhing in pain for minutes. The crowd suddenly turned silent. When I saw him go down in injury, it felt like I could hear a pin drop. Immediately the team’s medical staff rushed to aid him. Our coaching staff looked distraught for obvious reasons, but what surprised me was that even my own teammates that usually hated the guy looked very concerned. After receiving medical attention, Soobin had to walk himself off the court, receiving cheers from the fans. I felt bad because that was an accident, but at the same time, I remembered how he treated Yewon and my sympathy disappeared.

Back to the game. Since our star player was gone, someone needed to step up. And that someone was me. He looked me right in the eyes and gave a nod. Understanding the meaning, I returned the gesture and stood from the bench, stepping onto the court. I haven’t received any significant playing time, so this was a one time chance. And I wasn’t gonna waste it.

And waste it I did not. By the time the final buzzer sounded, our team won by a convincing margin. As the game ended, the crowds rushed out to the court to celebrate the monumental victory. The cheers were booming and thundering. Swarms of bodies flooded the gym so heavily that I lost sight of my coaches and teammates. Before I knew it, I was now walking to the locker room. Alone.

As I trudged along the narrow hall, I noticed the sound of audible footsteps. I thought it was a reporter or a scout, but as I turned around, I saw Yewon. Her gummy smile was so bright and pleasant.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Oh, I was, uh, lost in the crowd and didn’t know where to find my squad.”

She giggled. Probably because she thinks I’m lying, but my tone said otherwise.

“Congratulations on the win baby,” she went towards me and pecked me on the cheek. “I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks,” I pat my cheek where her lipstick made a mark. “But I feel bad for Soobin, he’s not gonna celebrate this win with us.”

Yewon pouted at my mention of his name. It still hurt her in a way like a fresh wound. “Why are you worried about him? You guys won the game.”

She’s clearly reading my mind. I tried my best to deflect the situation so as to not make things awkward but she knew better. Suddenly she took me by the hand and I ran with her to the locker room where we first met.

She pushed me against one of the lockers, meeting my lips with hers for a deep, intimate kiss. It caught me off guard that I couldn’t respond appropriately. Her tongue was sweet, flavorful, and delightful to my senses. As much as how delicious her mouth was, I pushed her away.

“You’re going too fast,” I said, bringing her awareness that she might just be thinking with her heart, not her head. “Don’t you think this is too soon?”

She didn’t listen. “I don’t give a fuck. I want you here, now.”

Oh, the fickleness of the teenage heart. Even if I tried reasoning with her she’d still persist, so why bother. She rushed back in and we made out again.

It feels wrong, considering we just started knowing each other for like a week, but this is what I really wanted. Yewon was the real trophy all along. All the sweat, tears, and sitting on chairs for 40 minutes a game was worth it.

Our hands worked together in tandem, taking each other’s clothes off. She was clutching my bare chest while I stripped her cheerleader outfit off, leaving only a matching white bra. Yewon hums into the kiss, leaving me in a euphoric daze. Her sound was so pleasant, but that was only the start. Her lips trail from my mouth to my neck and my body, filling me with lipstick marks. I groaned and sighed in pleasure as she dropped to the level of my raging erection.

“Oh, you’re so hard already,” she whispered right at the tent growing in my shorts. She gave it a tap, teasing me a little more. It’s like she knew how desperate I wanted her. Fuck.

Thankfully, she slipped my shorts and boxer off, freeing my agonizing cock at last. At that point my patience ran short, so I lifted her off the ground and pinned her against the locker. She unclasped her bra, flashing her shapely breasts in my face. I slid through her skirt and peeled her underwear, tossing it somewhere I didn’t care about.

Her legs coiled around my torso, making sure I wouldn’t let go. As if I had any intent of doing that. Lining my shaft against her slit, I gently lowered her down until my dick settled comfortably inside her velvety cavern. We both let a long gasp escape from our mouths.

Even though I was exhausted from the game, her naked presence kept me going. I pumped upwards, dicking her without the need for any words. Pounding her with a steady rhythm, her drawn out moans filled the room, accompanied with the thumps of her back against the metal. Yewon’s breasts bounced as she threw her head back, consumed by the pleasure jolting her from my cock.

Seeing the opportunity offer itself, I buried my face between her mounds, causing her to shriek. Her hands pressed it deeper, letting me know that she enjoyed the feeling of my mouth filling her chest. I gave both nipples the attention they rightfully deserved, lathering it with my spit and swirling my tongue all over them.

Her occasional curses stirred me up. She wanted more. My tongue lined a path to her pits, licking up the loose sweat she’s building as we fucked in this tight, hot space. I didn’t think I’d get to this level with her, let alone do it in a week. I thought I must be dreaming, but the taste of her skin proved otherwise.

Her pussy clamped around my shaft, unyielding when it came to release. I felt my end fast approaching, thrusting upward faster, possibly leaving sore marks on her back from bumping the locker aggressively - but she didn’t mind. Yewon quivered and trembled as she beat me to climax. Wet juices rushed down my cock, dripping on the floor as she groaned my name in my ear. The sound of my name from her tender mouth, telling me she’s cumming, was pushing me to the edge and I wasn’t going to last another minute inside her.

“Ugh, I’m gonna-”

“Over my face,” she quickly got off, loosening her wrap around me and hopping off my cock, dropping down to her knees. “Spill it over my face.”

I complied and without any intervals, I stroked myself with my hand. Before I knew it, I followed her orgasm. My eyes went dim, the full force of pleasure overpowering me as I released thick hot semen, covering her clean, pure face. Yewon lapped up as much cum as she could, letting her tongue loose, licking up her spots clean.

When I finally recovered, my eyes opened and found her looking at me with lust-filled eyes, cheeks hollowed from keeping my seed in her mouth. She opened her mouth and it was filled with my streaks of white. Seconds later, she swallowed it all up.

“Fuck, Yewon, that was amazing,” I panted, still unable to comprehend that I fucked the girl I desired from the very start.

“You’re amazing,” she replied, rising to my level and kissing me on the cheek. “I love you.”

The sounds of the court echoed over the locker room. “And now the presentation of the State Trophy!”

“You should go, they’re about to announce the winner,” she said, putting her bra on.

I nodded as I put my jersey on, acting like nothing happened. Admittedly, though I was excited to celebrate the trophy with my teammates, the real prize was getting to fuck Choi Yewon. What more could I want?

(A/N: Admittedly I’m not the most inspired person, so yeah this one took far longer than I thought. When will the magic come back? I don’t know. Hopefully sooner rather than later.)

[milkybonya]

cheer up, buttercup!

order #001: large banana milk tea with pudding and grass jelly for Cha Eunwoo, requested by my lovely @daybreakx !

-> enemies to lovers! & college!Cha Eunwoo x (gn) reader

-> warnings: some angst and food mentions! also drinking/alcohol mentions and everyone is really mean to the reader >:0

-> where Eunwoo is the president of your department and you're the vice president. you work your hardest but always end up second to him.

[a/n]: i'm sorry for the CHAOS that this is and i feel like there is minimal (?) fluff but i hope you enjoYY THIS WAS FUN

You and Eunwoo had major beef. There wasn't even an event that started it all, but Eunwoo treated you with such disrespect from the start. And of course, anyone who disrespected you was on your list of... well, the closest thing to a list of enemies.

The first time you met him was in freshman year at the orientation before classes began. There was a basketball game going on and Eunwoo was playing. You watched from the sidelines in the shade, cheering him on at first because he was playing on behalf of your department.

Then, the ball flew in your direction. Eunwoo had tried to get the ball back for his team, but ended up accidentally throwing it towards you.

Luckily, it fell somewhere to your left, but it gave you such a fright that you stood up and started panting.

A few of the people who were playing rushed over to make sure you were okay, but Eunwoo didn't even throw a look your way.

"You, from our department? Just throw the ball back!" was all he said to you.

It made your blood boil.

Eunwoo was known for being a little blunt anyway, but he definitely went out of his way to grind your gears.

"Where is the president?" the social convenor asked.

You sighed, checking the time and noticing that Eunwoo was fifteen minutes late.

"If I knew where he was... If only I knew," you mumbled.

"Why is Eunwoo even the president, anyway?" another member of the student council asked.

"Because he's hot and cool and everyone likes him!" a girl squealed. You couldn't even remember what her position in the student council was, but judging by her comment, you realized that she must be here just for Eunwoo.

"He's absolutely dumb, does nothing all day yet somehow gets A's! Of course, why wouldn't he be the president?" your tone was dripping with sarcasm and your anger was almost about to overflow.

Until that man walked into the meeting room, at last.

"I'm dumb and do nothing all day? Why, thank you. I'm here, now," Eunwoo declared, strolling towards his seat. He had his black leather jacket slung over a shoulder.

God, I hate my life, you thought to yourself.

"That's what [y/n], said, but I don't think that way!" the girl who squealed earlier spoke.

"Thanks, Stacy."

Eunwoo only flashed her a quick smile before he sat back in his seat.

"So, what are we doing?"

"What do you mean, 'what are we doing'? We have an open house tomorrow and tons of high school students will be checking on our department! You're the president, you were supposed to-"

Eunwoo hushes you by raising up his hand from where it was resting on his thigh.

"It's all good, I've got it sorted."

He slammed down a notebook onto the table.

"I've taken notes on how open houses have been previously organized and have put them all in this book. I highlighted the events that seemed like they had a lot of potential, so look through those and decide on something, alright? I'll be off," Eunwoo explained, standing up.

"Where are you going?" you almost spat out at Eunwoo. He walks in here, makes a fool out of you and then decides to leave?

"To go 'be dumb and do nothing all day'. Isn't that what you said I do?"

He glared at you slightly before leaving the room.

"[y/n], you made Nunu so angry! Nunu, don't be mad, come back!" Stacy screamed, chasing after him.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

"This idiot really thought I wouldn't know about the past open houses..."

You slam down the notebook that you had also brought.

"Damn... so he really just provided us some useless info and left?" the social convenor asks, shaking their head.

"Yeah, pretty much," you say.

-

So how did you and Eunwoo end up as vice president and president, anyway? Well, these positions were given to the students with the highest grades. Eunwoo had the highest, so he was given the title of president. You were trailing close behind, and were given the title of vice president.

You always told yourself that you should have been the president, and rightfully so! Eunwoo never did anything but play games on his phone, anyway.

When the open house event finally rolled around, you and Eunwoo were supposed to give a speech in a lecture hall to get the day started. It was mostly to welcome the high school students and lift the spirits of everyone there, not too big of a deal!

But still, big enough of a deal that Eunwoo should have shown up.

He didn't. And you were anything but surprised.

Forced to deliver your speech and somehow improvise along the way to make up for Eunwoo's missing presence, you were shocked to find that the audience started clapping right as you finished. It felt as though your hard work had paid off, and you stepped back, smiling at everyone in the crowd.

Until Eunwoo walked up to the mic, flashing a smile of his own and greeting everyone.

Yep, they had all been clapping for him, not for you.

Eunwoo turned and looked at you, mouthing, "did you prepare my script?"

"You were supposed to do that! Do I look like your secretary?"

Eunwoo scowled at you and turned to everyone who was seated. He ended up repeating a bunch of the same things that you had said and received an enthusiastic applause. You sighed from behind the curtains, wondering why Eunwoo always got the credit for all your hard work. It was probably his looks, but still.

Throughout the day, you walked around campus and ensured that everything was running smoothly. Eunwoo was supposed to be doing the same, you hoped, and you asked him this when you ran into him outside of the campus student centre.

"Have you been walking around like you were supposed to?"

"I'll deal with my business on my own," he said, almost scoffing at you. He was standing there scrolling through his phone.

"This isn't 'your business'? We're literally supposed to be working together!"

"Stop nagging me, [y/n]. I don't like it when you do that," he grumbled.

"Yeah, well I don't like you!" you yelled, storming away from him. You felt... very embarrassed. What kind of comeback was that? It sounded like something a child would say... oh, well.

You saw your friend handing out some goodies at a table outside and approached them.

"How's it going, vice president?" they asked you, handing you a snack.

"Terrible," you groaned, opening it and eating some.

"Why, what's up?"

"Cha Eunwoo is being a pain in the butt, as always," you sighed.

"You might want to watch what you say," your friend mumbled, pointing behind you.

You turned around a little too late as the snack in your hands was whisked away by Cha Eunwoo himself.

"You're the only pain in the butt here, [y/n]," he said, eating your snacks.

"What are you doing here?! You should be on the other side of campus!" you yelled.

"And you shouldn't be here, either," Eunwoo said with a glare.

"Can y'all go argue somewhere else? You're scaring the highschoolers away," your friend complained, nodding in the direction of some highschoolers who were hesitant to approach the snack stand because you and Eunwoo were arguing.

"Go attend to your duties, [y/n]," Eunwoo huffed, walking away from you.

You angrily stomped the ground, walking away and feeling a little embarrassed because you could feel the high schoolers watching you.

-

"[y/n], why won't you learn from Eunwoo a bit? I understand that he's the president and you're only the vice, but you could have at least prepared what we needed you to prepare!" the director of your department told you, shaking her head at you.

You tried to contain yourself and looked down as you rolled your eyes. The only reason Eunwoo was more prepared than you were today was because he had stolen what you prepared and claimed it was his instead.

"I understand, I'm sorry."

"You're at risk of getting your position taken away, [y/n]! This is a warning."

After leaving the director's office, you were met wih a grinning Eunwoo who was sat on the couches in the lobby.

"What are you looking at?" you asked him.

"Thanks for these papers, [y/n]," he said, holding up your hard work.

"I didn't even give them to you. You took them from me, but okay," you said, leaving him there.

You walked to a coffee shop that was on the same floor to get something to refresh yourself. Since it was so early in the morning on a weekend, the building was fairly quiet and empty. It wasn't hard to overhear a conversation.

"Eunwoo, I think [y/n] has not been taking their vice president duties seriously these days. Do you think we should find someone else?"

The director's voice.

"Do the other members of student council agree?"

Eunwoo's voice.

"I haven't spoken to them-"

"Then [y/n] remains as vice. I haven't seen any sort of slacking or a lack of seriousness from them, and I don't think anyone else is fit for the role."

Did Eunwoo just... compliment and defend you?

You turned around with your drink in hand to find that it was indeed Eunwoo talking with your director. Then, you quickly scurried away to avoid being seen by them, feeling very confused.

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"Cheers!" everyone shouted around the table, clinking their glasses together before downing their contents. After a successful open house, everyone had gathered at a bar to celebrate. You squirmed in your spot beside Eunwoo, feeling uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes at you and shifted even closer to you, leaving you with less room to sit than before.

"Is that better?" he asked, smirking at you.

You frowned, pressing your foot on top of his clearly new shoes.

"Is that better?" you asked him.

"Why are you guys so close? Are you about to kiss or something?" one of the student council members asked.

"No! Ew-"

"And what if we did?" Eunwoo asked, glaring at the member.

What the hell?

The member looked down at their drink, unsure of what to say. The atmosphere grew awkwardly quiet until someone asked if everyone wanted more drinks, to which there were murmurs of agreement.

"Hey, [y/n], I overheard the director talking with you in her office today. Did she really threaten to kick you out as vice president?" the student council member next to you asked.

You laughed awkwardly, already feeling uncomfortable.

"Yeah... I'm working hard, though! So I'm sure it won't happen."

"Are you sure? You weren't able to prepare what the director asked you to, and there's been countless times where Eunwoo has always had to do things for you..."

You were in such shock. Everyone in student council knew that Eunwoo just acted like he was on top of everything, meanwhile you were doing all the work. Even for his grades, he never studied but was at the top because of all the people who handed him study notes and past tests to get his attention. You worked so hard...

"... I get that you're the vice president, but shouldn't you be trying a little harder? Hey... [y/n]? Are you crying?"

You couldn't help it... it had all been building up until now. You didn't even realize you were crying, though, until this guy pointed it out to you. His hand on your shoulder felt like it was suffocating you...

"What the hell have you been on about, you idiot?" Eunwoo growled from your right. You turned to him and he was glaring at the boy who had been talking to you.

"I-"

"Don't even talk. There's nothing but garbage coming out of your mouth. Come on, [y/n], let's go," Eunwoo said, grabbing your hand and guiding you out of there.

You were extremely confused, but more than anything, you were just sad. So you didn't stop Eunwoo when he led you outside of the bar.

"Is everything okay? Take some deep breaths." Eunwoo was staring right into your eyes as he spoke to you, reaching out his thumb to gently wipe your tears away.

"What's... going on?"

"That idiot was saying some useless garbage so I brought you out here. I can leave if you want to be alone-"

"No! No, please don't go," you begged, holding on tightly to his sleeve. You couldn't help it, you completely broke down and found yourself sobbing into his chest. What was weirder was that Eunwoo had his arms wrapped around you and was rubbing your back...

After you calmed done, Eunwoo insisted that he walk you back to your dorm.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" you asked him, sniffling quietly.

He threw his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground.

"I don't like it when people are mean to you, [y/n]," he said quietly.

"But you're mean to me all the time!" you pointed out.

"You're the one who started being mean to me!" Eunwoo whined.

You stopped walking.

"I started being mean to you? Eunwoo, you know you're the one who threw a basketball at me that day and never apologized, right?"

Eunwoo stared at the dark sky for a moment as he tried to remember what you were talking about. Then his eyes widened and he looked at you.

"Oh... I swear, there's an explanation-"

"There better be!"

"This is going to sound dumb but... I felt too shy to look at you... which is why I avoided you like that."

What? Eunwoo, the most cocky and arrogant president you know, was shy?

"Why in the world were you shy, Eunwoo?"

It wasn't just the slight breeze in the air that was turning his cheeks red, now. He was about to tell you something important.

"Ever since the first day at the orientation week... I thought you were really... attractive. And then, learning about you through all the icebreakers just made things worse. I don't really know how to handle my feelings, so maybe that's why I came across as so rude."

There was silence as you processed everything and starting walking to your dorm again.

"Eunwoo... if you had just cleared this all up a little sooner, we wouldn't have been like cats and dogs," you said, laughing nervously and touching the back of your neck.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Do you still... like me?" you asked him quietly.

Eunwoo paused before answering. "I don't think I could ever just stop liking you."

Both of you giggled at his cheesy words. You felt like you were on another planet. The boy you'd hated so much turned out to have a crush on you?

"You don't need to tell me how you feel anytime soon. I know there's been a lot of misunderstandings... so let's just clear those up first?" Eunwoo cocked his head to one side.

"If you get to my dorm faster than me, I'll consider it!" you yelled before running in the direction of your residence building.

"I don't even know where you live!" Eunwoo yelled after you, following you along.

"What kind of president are you? You don't even know where your vice president lives?" you yelled back, sticking your tongue out at him.

Suddenly, Eunwoo caught up to you and started racing ahead. Of course he knew where you lived. He liked you.

[tsunonotarou]

LEONA, JADE, FLOYD, ROOK’s ↷

reaction when S/O gets jealous and protective

notes: I notice us writers mostly write about—usually the canon male/female—being dominant and the other party is timid and shy, while I love that concept and idea since I’m a submissive bitch myself, I feel like we should get more S/O or reader who gets protective and goes grr

: gender-neutral reader!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

So there’s this crazy bitch who’s all over Leona ever since he was fucking born

They’re from a neighboring country and have been obsessed with Leona when they first saw him (honestly same) and as much as Leona didn’t want to admit it felt like heaven to attend Night Raven College because they’re AWAY from him

Magift is a nightmare because it’s open for everyone from everywhere to attend so he had already expected them

He planned to ignore them and steers clear of them as usual but they were extra persistent today

If they’re a guy Leona would have no problem scaring them away with a growl and possible threats

If they’re a girl though, it’s not going to be easy for Leona since he was raised to treat females with respect but then again, he knows that she does not deserve it

He also knows that you’re seething with anger

Your crossed arms while shifting your weight from side to side showed your frustration and impatience for them to get off

At this point he’d try harder and uses more of his energy to deal with them (he was a little lazy before) and tell them to go away but they just kept clinging and clinging

Leona’s eyes widened when you shoved them away, hard but not hard enough to make them fall on the ground and scrape their knee, just enough to keep them away

Your own arms wrapped around his and you stuck close, head resting on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck or trail your fingers a little lower on his waist than usual, anything to send the message across as you stare boredly at the ever persistent troublesome person

“Piss off.”

Normally people would get embarrassed/awkward after this and they’d leave but if they’re still on about it, pull Leona in for a kiss

A long, deep and passionate kiss from you sends him off the edge as he grabs you, smirking slightly at your behavior and also at the outsider staring at the both of you furiously

Will never let you forget this because he teases you almost everyday about this

If you're naturally a timid and shy person it's gonna be hell for you, because Leona is going to tease you ten times more

"Hey remember that time when you-" You smacked his head, hard.

"I don't regret it though, they were too close and I don't like it." Your adorable pout and red blush from his teasings only made his grin wider, and his heart racing faster

Proud of his herbivore, 100/10, would definitely want to see you getting protective again

JADE LEECH

They shamelessly flirted with him in Mostro Lounge, right in front of you

Constantly asking for Jade's assistance, ordering more and more just to have Jade serve them and if he's not available, they'll throw a tantrum

Of course Jade know about boundaries, he'd never want to make his lover upset, but then again, he's also curious as to what you'll do

Will you sit there and watch? Pout and wait for them to finally go away when Mostro Lounge closes? Be extra clingy with him afterwards? Silently cursing them? Or will you choose the popular trope of getting back at him by being physically close to another person?

Whatever you chose, he sure did not expect you to have a smile on your face as you call out to him, you are sitting just two seats away from them on the stool, so it is fairly easy to catch his attention without you trying to desperately cut off the one-sided conversation

You did what they couldn't. Holding his hand loosely as you talked about something semi-private (?)

"Hey, Jade. Where did I put my clothes again? That cream colored one. I know it's in your room but is it on the bed or bathroom? Have you seen it? Gotta go check it later..." To indicate that you've been to his room, countless of times

"Ah! I think you left your jacket in my room. Be sure to take it back before you go back to your dorm, okay?"

While Jade watches you and reply with an amused expression

This got them clenching fists and gritting teeth, and Jade can't exactly ignore them when they call for him since they're a customer, even if he's enjoying this a lot

You'd also pull on your clothes, kind of like flapping them when you're hot—even though it's quite chilly in Mostro Lounge—just to show them the bite marks Jade left the day before

*Thought I'd put this out just in case anyone misunderstands, y'all didn't have sex lmao because Jade is under 18, but he does leave bite marks every now and then ;)

When he does get away from their conversation and goes to you, like with Leona, you'd linger your hands a little lower on his waist than usual, or brush the bite marks you left that escaped the covers of his shirt collar

Nevertheless, expect Jade shaking his head when Mostro Lounge finally closes and them finally gone, though he can't hide the smile on his face

"My, my, I never knew you'd get to this point to drive them away."

He will forever remember this moment and the act you've pulled, truly memorable

FLOYD LEECH

The basketball team is having a friendly match with another school and the other school's team happen to have a manager

And man were they PERSISTENT

Offering to refill NRC's water bottles too when they went to refill for their own school's

Of course you're thankful for their help and thought it was out of pure kindness, but when their fingers brush over Floyd's for a little too long to hand him his water bottle and stays longer with Floyd than with other basketball players you knew something was wrong

Are they hitting on Floyd???

Ace and Jamil picked up on it and glances over you, with Ace shit talking about them and "If they're gonna do it, at least try to do it right." while criticizing their lame flirting skills and Jamil disapproving of their actions when Floyd clearly has a lover

Even if they're from another school, saying you didn't know is a lame excuse, not with how painfully different Floyd is with you than with others, it was obvious you two are together

Floyd, of course, is not dumb and oblivious and he is beyond annoyed at their constant touches and babblings he had no intention to listen to

Before Floyd could threaten to squeeze them to death, you're wrapping arms around his figure and called them out on their antics

"Don't you have your own team to attend to? Stop flirting with my boyfriend, he's not interested, take a sign."

Ace spit out his water and choked (yes he laughed)

Poor student scurried back to their own team's side and stayed there, as they should

Floyd would not care about attention as he picked you up in his arms, hugging you tightly and nuzzling close to you

"Shrimpyyy~! I love this side of you! Why haven't I seen it before?"

He probably already forgot about that student's existence as he only thinks of your jealous gazes and protective arms around him

Expect him to ask you to act like that again randomly, being all brave and calling people out, he loves this side of you!

ROOK HUNT

Rook is a social butterfly and will talk to anyone in anywhere

Much like Jade, he never intended to hurt his lover and upset them, but he's itching to know what you'll do. He has extremely good eyesight and knew you were close by, listening in to their conversation, possibly with a frown

Ah, a frown on your lips. That's not a sight he'd want to see! But the urge to reveal what kind of moves you'd make is stronger, so he refrained from walking away and chatted on

A smile played on his lips as he watches you stomp over, not sparing a glance to the other person as you locked your arms around his waist, tightly, then began to attempt to lift him up

...it didn't work

You didn't have enough strength so instead of lifting him over your shoulder (like what Rook usually do) you grabbed his gloves hand and dragged him away

Rook was certainly surprised, a big grin on his face as he laughed his heart out, bidding goodbye to the random student who had their mouth wide open

This only made you tug on his arm harder as an annoyed grunt and groan escaped you

When you looked back to them and sent a glare, that's when he lost it

He's sure he fell in love with you even more

When the two of you are alone he'd have your cheeks in his hands, staring at you lovingly, your squishy cheeks, furrowed brows and pouting lips are just too cute for him!

He will assure you that he will never do this again not telling you he was doing it on purpose to see what you'll do because you'll probably hate him his sweet words would surely calm you down

If you ever see Rook suddenly having a smile on his lips, you know that he's thinking about this incident again, and it freaks Vil out

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: Hey Hey, it’s me, ya girl and I’m back with another collab! Ive always loved the roommates theme and have a few ideas for some other ones in my head making this. It’s kinda all over the place because it was a professing with their friendship! Yes I made a Zelda reference and I land about it no. I know Rapp is seen as violent and dense but but this is in a collage au so he’s just a bit...aloof I just love the idea of him actually being a big softie ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ. I hope you enjoy! ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW!!! (◎_◎;)

Sweet caring sorta himbo(meh?) Rappa, female oral, Big Dick Rappa , sorta size kink if you really sqint,cheater ex mentioned like once , language

Word count : About 5k! Yikes ^^’

Paring(s) : Kendo Rappa x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Having Kendo Rappa as a roommate is an interesting feat in itself. He is big, and loud , very very loud. He wasn't a bad roommate he just..was like a cute large and fluffy puppy that didn't know his size...or power. Their interactions started as the two met during a halloween party one of the frat houses down the street thew. [ ] went as Midna, her best friend Rumi was dressed as Impa while the last two of her friend group , Amaya and Asa, a pair of sisters, were dressed as fairies. “[ ]! Rumi! you two are so cute! Zelda costumes?” Asa asked as her sister ran up to admire their outfits. “Yeah! [ ] wanted to do some characters that matched us y'know?” She said as she nudged her quiet friend , the girl jumped and laughed , scratching her neck as she gave the excited sisters a small smile “If i was coming out tonight I was gonna wear what i wanted to really wear” [ ] said as the group of them laughed and mingled with their other friends and classmates. While heading to get juice , she heard loud screaming , as the sport boys were starting to show up. First was the football team, then the basketball. Baseball and wrestling came next, then the smaller clubs finished them out. Sighing [ ] was content away from everyone as she watched mayhem ensure, chugging of barrels , more music, girls swarming around the players they crushed on as they did minor things, like talk to their teammates or eating from one of the big food trays laying around. Feeling a tap on her shoulder broke her from her people watching, Rumi giving her a bright smile as she took a cup and joined her. “How's my favorite antisocial babe doing now that all of the party has arrived?” She asked as [ ] gave her a pained smile, going to get more if something to drink “Well I don't feel the need to smack anyone is that a good sign?” she chuckled as she got a hug from the more energetic girl “That's my girl! Don't worry, i wanna get out asap but we’re gonna need our favourite pair of sisters before that can happen and it seems like they're fawning over some of the baseball boys as we speak” Rumi said as they watched a familiar tutu of blue go by, followed by a pink one going a similar way. “I don't get it… but at least their taste in men isn't too bad” [ ] joked as Rumi agreed , laughing “Yeah miss tsundere, you can't stand saps, or most of the jocks either” giving the white haired girl a look she rolled her eyes and gave her own laugh back “Yeah I guess i'm either picky or just got high standards” “Ain't nothing wrong with that we all do!” She said as she elbowed the girl beside her.

As the two of them sat there and talked Rumi glanced past her and her eyes widened, causing [ ] to stop talking “What is it-” before she could question her, the white haired girl jumped up, waving at someone “Rap! Over here!” Constantly yelling to someone [ ] started to ask again when a booming voice came from above her “HEY RUMI” a very loud voice called as stomping could be heard before it stopped “I see you took our idea huh?” With that comment [ ] turned around only to be face to face with a dark cover chest, only to then look up to some of the most warm and amber colored eyes looking down at her “Hello there little lady, I like your costume! Erm..Midna aint it?” The giant ganon dressed man questioned as all she could do was shake her head in agreement, causing the giant male to laugh “Awe don't be shy of me kitten i ain't gonna bite!” He chuckled some more as her friend jumped in “I told you she was shy! Be nice Rappa!” Rumi yelled at the flaming red head as he gave her a toothy grin “Oh I was just teasin’ , I bet I ain't hurt her feelin’s did I sweetheart?” Rappa questioned as [ ] face felt hot, hiding her face in her hands as the teasing duo laughed causing the girl to huff “I'm tired of you two already” She said as a giant warm hand touched her shoulders “Awe dont be like that hun, in time ya’l love me” Rappa teased as he gave her a smile,making her stomach flutter “Yeah! This is who wanted you to meet anyway [ ]! This is Kendo Rappa, our top wrestling boy, Rappa this is my adorable best friend [ ]!” Rumi said as the two gave each other a shy smile , a sly one creeping up on Rumis as she thought to herself “Yeah, this'll definitely happen”

Since then the two had become more acquainted , having many classes together and sharing some similar friends [ ] was used to the bruting and sometimes dense man making a random ( and loud) appearance. As [ ] sat in her mostly empty room thanks to her last roommate moving out after constantly breaking sound rules and getting into it with the girl downstairs for being in her bed with her boyfriend (Yikes) she felt a sense of calm. Closing her chemistry book and letting out a relieved sigh [ ] thought about the fact she was going to get a new roommate, the thought was nerve wracking but also it was exciting as well. It was almost too quiet , having the last room by the stairs meant she didn't have to deal with many people besides her friend group. They weren't loud , unless one of her friends decided to get laid and made way too many sounds, or if their neighbors under them threw parties or also had...extra partners coming around. She definitely could feel she was sorta excited she was going to have a roommate again. The sisters had a room to the left of her while Rumi had the one to the right, sharing it with a girl they knew from math. The rooms were not gender defined, some girls having rooms with guys and vise versa so it made it easy to get a room.

These dorms were also quite spacious, the walls not paper thin and a large enough area space that could house two or maybe even three people. So when she heard a knock on her door she expected it to be her new roommate she was advised would come today. Happily opening the door she was shocked and almost terrified to see just a box, well actually a few boxed stacked hiding whoever it was behind them. But if the faed rustic orange hair and wide shoulders meant anything she knew her new roommate already “K-kendo?” [ ] said as the boxes walked by her , landing with a soft thud as bangs covered the male “[ ]? Is that you?” moving his hair out of the way their eyes had the same expression, shocked. “Uh h-hey there sweetheart why isn't this cute, we’re roomies hun?” he laughed as she couldn't help but give him a smile back. “I never expected to see you as my roommate” [ ] teased as Rappa gave her a hardy laugh “Well it looks like me and you are gonna be close friends here darlin’!” With a wide smile he picked her up and gave her a tight hug, taking her breath away ‘ Oh boy i wonder how this will turn out’ she thought as she was eye leve with her giant puppy like friend, his eyes filled of joy

Which leads into now, [ ] trying her hardest to read up on what her next project could be. As she sat there thinking she heard the tale tell sound of her roommate entering with some of his teammates, the boys loud and rambunctious as they entered. Feeling a heavy hand on her shoulder she looked up to the towering boy that was her roommate, his eyes just as bright as usual. “Hey darlin, we're just gonna talk up sum strats a for the upcoming match and play some games in the back , is that alright?” He asked with pleading eyes as one of his more cocky and jock like friends spoke up “Well youre the man here, dont let some women say if we cant or can be here” Rolling her eyes and proceeding to stand up and push past the wide eyed boy who knew what was going to happen. [ ] took in a breath before opening her eyes to look up to the boy “Well it is my room, i pay shit here and the man over there didnt get this place, so i do choose who can and cant come through my place” She said as she pointed a finger to the boys chest. Trying to push his luck he pushed back against her finger “ I bet you just haven’t gotten a good enough dicking for you to just stay out of the way” He laughed. Before [ ] could hit him hard enough her rust haired friend moved in , clearly towering the boy “Yer better watch yer mouth, she has her right around here, im invatin her space so watch it before there's no place for any of us to relax without rules” He said as the boy sucked up any laughing and nodded his head in understanding. Surprised by her usually aloof roommate [ ] stood back and went back to her work, the other boys scrambling behind kendo as the boy who tried to challenge her jumped to follow, never making a move to mock or do anything again.

The boys picked back up and were having fun in the back room of kendo’s , sighs and groans when they lost and victorious laughs and screams if someone won. Once they all left and everything settle to a quiet rumble as the last few funneled out [ ] could here herself think, reading up on chemistry as she felt a presence behind her. “ ‘M sorry, i didn't know my question wouldve cause a roar outta ya..” Kendo started as she smiled gently, turning to face the wounded boy “Its okay….guess it just lit something in me i always did y'know?” She said with a small laugh as she went to type again, but was stopped by the hulking boy. “I gotta make it up to ya alright? I know i aint say anythin that he did but…. It feels like my fault y'know?” He admitted as his large hand covered hers. “You wont live this down will you?” She questioned as his eyes flickered up to hers, sparking. “Nope, not at all. Lemme treat ya right okay?” For such innocent words [ ] couldnt help the shiver that ran down her back at his words. Maybe it was because he was so close, or that the smell of his cologne was too much, either way her head was spinning as she let him still hold her hand as he tugged her away from her computer , his smile widening as she reluctantly shut the bright screen “Great! Now let's get something to eat im starvin” He rasped out as [ ] gave him a giggle that made the boy stop in his tracks. He always thought she had a cute giggle but this one,for some reason , made his heart and chest feel warm and tight. Ignoring the feeling he took the girl with him, the two headed out to get something to eat as they headed down , the sound of her giggling still running though kendos mind.

Getting a random frantic text from Kendo wasn't unusual, in fact it was quite common for him to do such, which now didn't faze [ ] at all but this one was...particularly odd giving what he was asking ‘Hair? And messy? What in the world is he up to’ [. ] thought to herself as she headed to her shared room with the boy, nervous of what scene she could be entering.

Sighing after his last text she hurried her way to their dorm room and in fact he did leave the door open, making her more nervous as she entered the living room. “Kendo?” [ ] called out as she heard a gruff sound come from her bathroom. Entering was a sight of its own; towels, a bowl of some..substance , bags and bottles of body wash and a one flustered and shirtless Kendo. “[ ]! ‘M so glad yer home here take this” The large man said as he handed her an old toothbrush that was frayed and covered with the same odd substance in the bowl. The lingering smell from the room eventually gave it away ; shampoos. “Uh why do i need this? And why is there shampoo on a toothbrush” She questioned as he groaned, taking the towel off his head as she blinked owlishly at his very faded red orange hair, the color now more of a neon pumpkin. Shaking off extra water caused even more of his hair to fall, landing between his shoulder blades as he gave [ ] a desperate look. “It wont come out, and the more i scub the more...orange i become. I look like a orange peel” He whined as [ ] figured out what he was trying to do

“ You wanna remove the color right? A bowl of shampoo and body wash isnt strong enough” Going into their kitchen she grabbed some baking soda and lemon juice , coming back to the hopeless boy “Let me mix something up ive used before okay? Then we can proceed with your hair” Two and a half hours later the boys hair was now a light peachy orange, just light enough to take up with bleach “Well, if were gonna go for blonde ill go get some bleach and some masks, deep conditioners too, your hair is definitely gonna need it and I don’t want it breaking off because you're impatient to take care of it” she sighed as he was amazed at his hair, running a large hand through the still damp mess atop his head “Wow yer good” He said as she smiled at him, taking her keys “And you have a lot of hair. I'll be back” She said as she hopped up “Wait! Lemme go with you?” He asked but also seemed to demand, pleading eyes looking down at hers as wet hair dropped onto his still bare chest.

Trying not to be hypnotized by where they landed and proceeded to slide down she looked up at her amber eyed friend, who was staring intently as he waited for her answer, soft “Please?” coming from his lips. Sighing dramatically on purpose [ ] laughed at him, giving him a grin “of course you can you big puppy” she said as he picked her up in a hug, a gesture that shows his excitement she's come to learn. Putting her down he went to go to the door before his friend called him out “uhm Kendo? You don’t have on a shirt” she said plainly as he looked at her, raising a brow as he gave his rebuttal “Its hot” He responded. Giving him a side eyed look she turned from him and towards their bedrooms, [ ] sliding into his. Soon she came out with a sleeveless one, throwing it at the hulk of a guy infront of her “You can't come in the store without one” She said as he gave a growl of his own, sliding the shirt over his head as they left their apartment “Well at least ya got me one without sleeves” He huffed as they started back to the door, heading out to finally go to the store to start another process on Kendos hair, the male just excited to finally get rid of his pumpkin hair.

As Kendo sat in the shared living room with [ ] , deep conditioning his hair at her yelling request (‘If you dont re nourish it before you want me to bleach it , I won't do it!’ ) he watched his roommate and now his best friend wanderer around and do housley things for their apartment, the girl content as she cleaned and sorted out things in the kitchen, her body turned away from him as he started to think over how beautiful he thought she was. He want the type to brag or gloat about having so many girls comment on his size , height wised and well sometimes other ways , trying to tempt him to them. All while his friends wanted him to explain how he got the attention from the other gender , Kendo hated to admit it but ,he only wanted his roommates' affection. He knew how put together she was, smart and kind. He saw what her previous boyfriend did, a cheater that didnt take care of the beautiful soul he lived with. He couldnt stand seeing her come home and cry herself to sleep broke his heart, and when he fought the cheater, in the act he didnt feel bad once. Of course it ended their relationship, and [ ] yelled at him for fighting , explaining how he couldve ended in jail for fighting her ex, but he argued it would be worth it.

Sitting and mulling over everything he realized Rumi was right, hed do anything for [ ] but not the same for the other females that passed through his life. She actually, was the first person he did that for and that thought made his head dizzy. Moving from his place on the couch he went to stand in the kitchen, waiting for [ ] to come back from her room. Hearing the iconic sound of her feet pittering across the wooden floor he gave her a lopsided smile as she jumped, smacking into the chest of Kendo. Before [ ] could fall from impacting with his chest he caught her, holding her arm to his chest. “K-kendo! You shouldve told me you were in here! Why are you in here anyway?”[ ] scolded as he laughed, moving out of the shorter girl's way as he started his staring again, this time [ ] noticed him “......What?” She asked as he looked down at her, an unreadable look on his face. “Kendo” she called as he hummed, moving closer “Yer gorgeous” Kendo blurted out as [ ] started to stutter, eyes going wide. Taking teo steps forward he essentially trapped his friend between the corner of their kitchen canopy. “Remember when I fought that bastard of an ex you had?” Kendo asked as he saw [ ]’s eyes go soft , shaking her head “What about him...i'm still mad you almost lost everything just to fight him yknow” she huffed as he poked her cheek “Id do it again if it meant you'd be happy again yaknow” Kendo said as he leaned down to push his head against hers, amber and [ ] eyes mingling. Lifting his large hands he traced each side of her cheek, analyzing over her face as he nuzzled against her nose “Stop playin hard to get would ya? Bad enough you got my heart all in your little hands” he whispered as [ ] just started at the giant , her arms gently coming over to cover his that were place on her cheeks “K-ken..i need to start you hair..” She hopelessly try to argue as he groaned, burying his face into her neck. Squealing at his damp hair touching her shoulder [ ] jumped ,pushing the large boy back “Your hair's wet!” She whined as he chuckleed, mo\ving back as it turned into a booming laugh “Oh my ‘m sorry babe , you look surprised” He said as she smacked hsi chest “Go to the sink, i need to rinse the conditioner” She yelled as he hwld his hands up in a mocked surrender, pulling his shirt up and off in one fluid movement. Caught up by him stripping his shirt off [ ] gave him a glance over, the heaviness of him admitting feelings for her in his own unique way still lingering in her mind as the toned and strong back of her friend made her head hazy. Turning around from the lack of notice of his smaller friend Kendo caught the eys of [ ] staring, her eyes quickly flickering to his curious ones as he grinned “See somethin you like darlin?” He teased as she grunted, reaching up to push his head in the sink “Shut up and let me do your hair”

And like clockwork, Kendo rappa was an icy blonde after two days, a break given to his long ,thick and wavy hair, the giant boy looking over his new look as he sighed happily, loving to have his hair finally look normal. “Well damn [ ]! Ya made it even better than what i was thinking. Look! My hair’s all wavy at the ends and it's soft! Whatever you made me do made it feel better!” He raved as the girl looked over her work. And in fact it was highly even, his hair consistent and lavishy soft. Giving him a shy look she giggle “That's what a deep conditioner will do to damage hair and the way i'm always untangling your hair for you, i knew it would need it before you wanted to go white” She said as he just kept running his hands in his hair, turning back to her “I could just kiss you right now!” He blurted out as they both froze at his words, eyes wide from both parties “I-I aint mean it [ ]” He croaked out as she giggled, stepping back from him “O-of course you didnt, why would you i mean aha..”She said as she moved away more , his own words started to hit him as he realized the reverse effect it was having “NO! No, I'd want to kiss you, I really really want to. I just...want it to be on your terms okay?” he said as he grabbed her arm, holding her in front of him as if she'd float away if he didnt.

“Kendo...I..” [ ] started as she came back to his hip, laying between his legs onto his thankfully covered chest “I just dont want to lose you if you decide you wouldnt want me around” She whispered as he pulled her even closer, kissing her forehead as he stared at her “Dont you ever say that again ya hear me? Youll be my princess and ill be your humble er..knight” He hesitated as he tried to think of a sweet way to explain his feelings. [ ] looked up to him as she felt here eyes feel heavy with tears. Before one even fell Kendo pushed his lips as soft as the strong boy could, wrapping a large and beefy arm around her waist as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, letting his hand slide down to pull her up to sit on the tops of his thighs while he leaned against his dresser. Softly [ ] pushed her hand on his chest and pulled away, now eye to eye with Kendo “Sorry , d-did i overstep my place” He asked as she let out a snot, before laughing. Confused, Kendo went to talk before she stopped him “No no, youre good, just that if we keep kissing on this dressed there's gonna be a hole in the wall” She said as she pointed to where the mirror kept tapping a spot, scrapes already aroring it “R-right!” He laughed too, picking her up to set her on his bed “Now then...lemme serve you princess” He said before kissing her again, not letting her rebuttal his own comment. As the two kissed he made sure to be as gentle as he could be , at times clumsily nipping her lip or his hand pulling hard at her clothes.

All in the name of wanting to show how much she meant to him. Soon he pulled away, a small string of saliva strung between them from the hearty kissing. “[ ]...i think i love you” He said as she gave him a soft look , trying to catch her breath from the dramatic kiss they came from “Good, because i love your loud ass too Kendo” She teased as he smirked,leaning down to bite her neck, causing her to moan loudly “We’ll see whos loud after im done wit ya” he gave his own tease back as he moved between her plump thighs, kissing the flesh there as he pulled her shorts to the side, exposing her flushed lower lips. Gasping she reached for his hand that held her legs apart causing the fresh blonde to look up at her, eyes wandering over her face for signs of him to stop “I-Im not used to being this bare sorry..” She whimpered out as it dawned on the other side of her words “Have you ever ate out baby?” he asked as she hid her face from him, shaking ehr head as he groaned, pulling her shorts down as he saw her lacy panties , a smirk placed on his lips as he peeled them off too, a string of arousal keeping them plastered to her lips “fuck, that bastared really didnt take care of you” he growled as she sat up to see his darkening eyes kiss up to her lips whispering out a “but i will” as he sucked one of her lips into his mouth, causing a lound moan from the woman he was inbetween. Slowly he licked up her lips, searching for that small pearl as she whined, a hand coming down to tug his hair. Grunting he soon found it, sucking onto her clit as she gasped, her thighs shutting over his head as he looked up to her, watching as her back arched off of the bed once her pressed his tongue hard against her clit. Softly he let a hand run under her thigh, a single thick finger tracing over her twitching hole as he pushed it in gently, making [ ] squeal. “K-Ken!” She called out as he looked up again, catching her eyes and flushed face on his actions. Making a show of what he was doing he let a second one join the first as he sucked hard on her bud at the same time making [ ]’s eyes roll back as her hand fell from his head, nervous od pulling too hard. Kendo however had other plans. Feeling her walls tighten around his fingers he made sure to find that spongy spot and hitting it, finally pulling his lips from her clit as he smiled “Uuh Uh doll, look at me” He growled as she hesitantly glances at him, regretting that she did. He looked way too good, hair a mess as he was panting, catching his breath from being down on her. With evry pump of his fingers his muscle in his arm twitched, making her own walls spasm as she watched it “Ya like it sweetheart?” He asked as she shook her head, watching him move back to her pussy “Good, cause i aint done” He said as he gave her clit kitten licks beofe slurping on it, throwing a wink at her as he picked up his pace, making [ ]’s voice rise as she felt herself getting close before quickly snapping at a particular hard thrust of his finger to her spot on her walls.

Letting out a light scream she came over his fingers and tongue, the male laughing gleefully as he sucked up her juices. LEtting her come down some he watched her face as bliss spread through her body and a sense of confidence whent though his. Slowly he picked up the pace of his fingers again, going from a shallow push to more stroking as he heard [ ] whine, grabbing at his hand “Uh uh sweetheart, you taste too good fro me to only let you cum on my tongue once” he said as he pushed her down by her stomach, letting her take his spare hand as he went back to suckling on her lower lips. He knew he had a lot in stored for her, and watching the newly admitted love of his life cum from his pleasing was enough for him to realized he needed to do more. Popping off her clit as puling his fingers gently out he looked at her ravished body, using his non wet hand to pull at his sweats. “Youre beautiful like this [ ]” kendo said as she took in heavy breaths, feeling her throat close as he stroked his massive size, rubbing the swollen head as he looked at her , giving her a soft smile “Ya dont have to take me just yet , hes just throbbin too much” He groaned as he twisted his hand hard over his leaking tip, feeling himself throb as he laid back on his bed. “Ride my face?” he asked with one of the most sinful looks [ ] had ever seen ; lustful eyes watching her as his large hand stroked his larger dick, the soft and fleshy muscle jumping at watching her crawl to him, throwing a leg over his neck

“I-i dont wanna suffocate you..” She said as he smirked before saying “Ya cant suffocate me i want it” Soon he grabbed her hip, pushing her onto his awaiting mouth as he picked up his pace, sliding his tongue into her twitching hole as she rocked her hips, keeping a steady pace as she held herself on his shoulder and headboard, ,depreate moand and cries tumbling out as he rocked her too, going from her clit to her dripping entrance, stoking his dick harder and harde as her moans spurred him on. Soon he felt the bud in his mouth twitch and throb harder, the sounds [ ] made increasing as his own hand sped up with his throbbing head, the telltales of them both getting close. A moan erruptred from the girl on his lips as she came again , her essence running down his face as he groaned, ropes of cum shooting onto his hand and stomach as he came himself, still stroking out what he could as the pressure he felt subside. Sliding off softly [ ] saw the mess behind her, taking it upon herself to lick up some of it as she was met with his same aber eyes, watching her move to his still hard member “Let me take care of you too?” she asked shyly. Fuck he was done for as he felt himslef hardend worse at her words, a large hand coming up to smack her ass as he psuhed her up and over his head, letting his tip and her swollen lips run over eachother. Slowly he pushed his tip past her budding lips, entranced by the way it swallowed her whole “Fuck...i love you [ ] and by the time im done with ya...youll know it” he whispered in her ear as she felet him push, more and moreof his large size spreading her lips father than shed ever had. Her eyes rolled up as she felt him bottom out, both moaning as he picked up his pace, making a soothing rhythm as little moans and whines came from [ ], deep grunts coming from Kendo as he kissed her shoulders and back, marking where he could as he felt himself get closer with how she was throbbing over his member.

Digging his fingers as deep as he could in her plush hips he let our a mantra of ‘Cummin’ i and ‘ I love yous’ in her ear as she pushed back against him, feeling herself teetering as he pushed as deep as he could go ,letting himself cum as she came too, the overwhelming feeling of him throbbing against her spongy walls and previous orgasms enough to push her over a third time. “[ ]” Kendo rasped as [ ] hummed , feeling her legs still shake with him in her “Im serious, i'm never leaving you...you're mine and i love you…” kendo said as he kissed the back of her neck, nibbling her ear as he stayed in her “Mhm….i love you too Rappa..”