#just their presence together in the locker room speaks so much

[hey-sparcs]

seeing colin "man reborn" hughes talking with his gay dad in the lockeroom looking like the weight has been lifted from his shoulders has healed something in me

[agnesafterhours]

trophy | lee know. smut.

As team captain, your boyfriend has his priorities straight. Minho doesn't take neither his training nor role lightly, and, sometimes, you like to tap into this inflexible side of his. (3.7k words)

CONTENT: smut, dom!minho but he's more persuasive than physically controlling, brat!reader, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, slight degradation kink. minors and empty blogs do not interact.

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You shouldn't get under Minho's skin when he's training, you know that. The hurried whispers of his teammates leaving the field after matches told you this much. But still, it feels a bit unfair of him to make you sit here, after a whole game, having to watch as he leads his team through a “just, like, thirty minutes?” practice. Although annoyed, you understand why he's so hung up on practicing as much as possible—winning this game meant going to the finals, after all. You knew how much this meant to Minho, so you tried your best to be patient whilst sitting on the bleachers.  

Even though you're in a bit of a hurry to get him home, watching Minho play earlier makes it hard to deny that the field is his element, leading the team is his calling. You were completely stunned as you watched your boyfriend play—this being the first game of his you saw which you were actually rooting for his team. It was a bit of a rascal when the team captain introduced the cheerleader of their rivalling team as his girlfriend, but his mates eventually got over it. 

Your relationship with Minho was fun. You were together for a couple months and the freshness and excitement of it all never failed to make your skin tingle each time he looked at you in a certain way. Like the look he's giving you right now—chin up, eyes down, head slightly tilted.  

“I told you to wait.” His uniform's shoulder pads make him look even more intimidating, the bright spotlights behind him turning the white material almost blinding—his shadow casting on you. 

“I have been waiting! It's been like an hour, Min! And you said you'd take thirty minutes…” You hope a slight pout would help your case and soften his heart, but he simply turns his focus to the field for a moment, before looking back at you. Minho takes a few steps closer.  

“What’re you so eager to go home for?” He asks, voice a bit quieter. There's no need to speak this lowly when he's so close, especially when his teammates are so far away and everyone else has gone home by now—but you'll take advantage of whatever you can get from him. Even if it's just the feeling of his eyes on you. 

You look away, arms crossing under your chest as he smirks.  

“What? Cat got your tongue so early on, baby? Speak up.” 

“I'll tell you when we get in the car.” 

His eyebrows furrow. “I don't wanna wait ‘til we get in the car.” 

“Well, then maybe you should hurry.” You turn around, eyes lingering on him for a moment before you make your way to the parking lot. 

Your nerves make you jump a little when you hear Minho shout to his team they're wrapping up the practice—the parking lot getting darker and darker with the distance you put between yourself and the field's spotlights, a cool breeze awakening shivers up your arms as the night hugged you tighter and tighter. You (and the butterflies on your stomach) wouldn't settle until you felt Minho's presence. But you don't wait for him to catch up to you. You don't look back. 

The few minutes you sit in the car feel like hours, your phone's screen lighting up with a notification from your boyfriend finally seizing the constant checkups of your hair and gloss. 

min🖤: locker room  

You: why  im waiting for u  in the car 

min🖤: locker room:)  im waiting  

You: ive been waiting for longer  what if i just dont go 

You slam the car door shut, making a bee line to his location. 

min🖤: if you dont come you wont get what you want when we get home 

You: whatever 

The building's back door shuts loudly behind you.  

min🖤:  if you dont come ur gonna have made me end practice for nothing  

You: idc  ur already mad anyway  

You reach the locker room and as soon as your hand turns the door handle, you feel two hands on your hips pressing your back to the cold metal. 

Minho's tongue is in your mouth before you can even notice he kissed you, the cold air seeping through the open windows contrasting his warm palms on your skin. You're covered in shivers as he controls the kiss—one palm running up your chest to your neck until he reaches the back of your head, tilting it as he pleases.  

“Not mad enough to use numbing cream on you.” The bottle sits menacingly on the wooden bench. He spreads your legs with his thigh, pressing against your core. “So don't push me.” 

You're completely helpless, hands grabbing fistfuls of his uniform as he lightly pulls the hair on your nape every now and again—his mouth latching desperately onto yours. The room is dark, the campus so empty it almost feels like you're in a different dimension, completely by yourselves. Air fills your lungs for the first time in a while—you didn't realize you were that breathless until gasps fill the room as he kisses your neck. 

“I didn't even do anything.” He leaves a harsh bite at your words, sucking on the bruise a moment after. “Ah- I just wanted to congratulate you for winning-” 

“If you wanted to congratulate me”, his voice drips with sarcasm, “you would've sat there and wait for me to finish practice.” Minho hastily pulls the front of your tank top above your chest, not bothering to fully strip you out of it before his hand reaches under your bra, massaging your breast. “You would've been patient until I had the time to bring my pretty little trophy home, hm?” 

Air hitches in your throat when he rips your bra open, the cloth falling to the floor. You struggle through heavy breathing to talk back as he licks his thumb and brings it to your nipple. “I'm not just some trophy.” 

“You're not? What are you, then?” His lips leave your neck so he can look you in the eye, finally allowing to rest for a bit. You don't like the distance. 

You lean your head forward, chasing his smirking lips as he pushes you back against the lockers—the shuffling metal sounds strident in the dead quiet. Minho tilts his head back a bit, rejecting your kiss. “You didn't answer me.” 

“Because I wanna fucking kiss you!” You whine through gritted teeth, leaning towards him one more time. 

The grip he has on your hair stops you once again, but this time, he gets so close his lips touch yours when he whispers. “Tell me what you are, baby. ‘Cause sometimes you act like you're just a desperate little hole for me to fill." 

Minho's dilated pupils stare right into your soul. Your eyes shake but you don't look away. “I'm your fucking girlfriend. It's not my fault you're not good enough of a fuck that I'm never satisfied.” 

You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth.  

You see, Minho wasn't the type to growl his demands and manhandle you into whatever position he wants—he always tries reasoning with you. He lets you know what it is he would like to do, and if you don't comply, he'd show you why that was the best option for you in the first place. Minho gets off on proving he knows better, showing how he knows what's best for you. 

He takes a small step back, a click of his tongue letting you know his disappointment. “So I don't fuck you right? Okay.”  

“I just- I didn't mean-” 

“No, you're right, you're right. That's why I never make you come, right?” His sarcastic voice coming out a little bit breathless as he shoves your shorts and underwear down your legs, eyes fix on yours. You kick the clothes to the side with trembling legs, bambi eyes looking up at him. 

You didn't exactly know what the outcome of your stubbornness would be, but you did not expect Minho's knees to buckle—his gaze dead set on yours as he reached the ground.  

Suddenly, your boyfriend grabs your hand and latches it to the hair on the back of his head.  

“Why don't you fucking teach me then?” He speaks through gritted teeth, throwing your right leg over his shoulder pad—the unusual angle giving him all the access he needed and leaving you much more exposed.  

Unhappy with how limp your hand stayed in his hair, Minho grabs it once more, pushing himself against your core. 

“Come on, baby.” He mumbles, leaving wet kisses over your outer labia. When he looks up, resting his chin on the skin under your bellybutton, the dim light coming from the window makes his profile glow blue—pearly white grin hypnotizing you. Minho looked like an incubus—eager to suck the life out of you. “Where's your attitude, hmm? Show me what you like.” 

You can see your bare chest heaving with each breath as you look down at him. “Fin... Fingers?” 

He tilts his head to the side, big eyes full of mischief. “Fingers? You're asking?” 

“I… I don't-” 

“You don't know? Of course you do. You're just not thinking straight. Maybe it's stress, right? ‘Cause I'm not good enough?” Without a warning, the tip of his tongue lightly zigzags up and down your pussy. Up, and down again—avoiding your clit each time.  

“You see,” he says, letting his saliva mix with your arousal, “if I use my fingers now, you'll come too fast.” Minho leaves a long peck on your core. “I know that's what you want, but what about dragging it out a little bit? I think you'd like it better.” He flattens his tongue and your body squirms as he licks up. “But I mean, I wouldn't know.” 

Minho's being painfully annoying, but you deserve it. He takes his time dragging his tongue through your core, lapping your arousal and smearing it on your cunt—making your legs shake every now and again. His right hand keeps your squirming hips still as the left one slowly caresses it's way up your body, until he reaches your chest.  

He's looking up at you the entire time, watching every single twitch and reaction to the flow of his tongue on you. When he finally latches onto your clit, you swear you lose your mind a little. Your hips stutter and he follows you promptly, big brown eyes burning through you. The sight of Minho on his knees being illuminated by the moonlight is so ethereal it's almost haunting, and at that moment, you know you'll never really forget this view—you'll never forget how he's making you feel. He really is like a incubus in a way, imprinting his mark on the back of your mind forever. 

Impulsiveness takes over and you force your hips forward, the hand in the back of your boyfriend's head thrusting him against your cunt. Minho's eyes turn impossibly darker, his smirk much more noticeable than before. When he closes his eyes and his eyebrows furrow, you already know you're gone—instincts making you hold onto his locks harsher than ever. 

The soft sucking turns progressively rougher, your eyes squeeze shut as his tongue draws figure-eights on your clit very softly in contrast to how quickly his lips are working the same nerve. 

When your eyes start to water from how overwhelmed you feel, the telltale begins. As soon as your body starts shaking and your hips squirm away from his hold, you open your eyes to look at him just in time to watch as he completely removes himself off of you.  

Your heart drops, hot tears running down your shamed cheeks as you wobble a bit, trying to find balance without his hands on your hips. 

“Fuck, can you even feel anything, baby?” You feel the ghost of gentle fingertips on your labia, following up and down the slit. 

You can tell through your watery eyesight and the poor-lit room that he's now paying attention to the way his fingers play with your cunt, smirk wiped clean off his voice as he watches your arousal coat his fingers. “If I try something like this-” He gently pushes his ring and middle fingers inside you, slowly curling the tip of his fingers in come-hither motion, low voice filling up the emptiness, “does it feel good?” 

Does it feel good? You're long, long gone. Minho's voice sounds like it's coming from inside your head, the stimulation feels like it reflects in white orbits in your vision. You can no longer force yourself to open your eyes—it's for the better, anyway. You'd probably pass out if you caught a glimpse of his pretty brown eyes by now.  

Does it feel good? You don't remember how you got yourself in this situation—you don't even have the brain power to form a phrase involving anything but religious chants of his name. You've become nothing but a warm body for Minho to touch and use as he pleases, you'd be satisfied with the smallest of touch he'd be kind enough to reach for.  

His pouty lips find your clit again and suddenly, fireworks start setting off in your insides way too fast. Your stomach muscles contract in a way that's entirely new for you and you feel like you'll fall to the floor if he doesn't support all your weight. Your start to feel your throat straining, the constant whining suddenly getting higher. Your eyes are shut so tightly you can see blobs of colour behind your pitch-black eyelids. You think you're out of it for a little bit, but you can still hear his voice. 

“Yeah, I don't think I'm doing it right.” The raspiness of his tone almost puts you to sleep—his fingers are still inside you, now pumping back and forth, very slowly. You can hear the embarrassingly loud gushing sound of his fingers moving inside you, and you open your eyes to find your boyfriend's face and chest covered in your arousal. 

“I, I-” You don't know exactly what you have to say, but his loving eyes and the kiss he pressed to your thigh were not helping you find it out. 

“You ruined my fucking jersey.” His lopsided smile makes your breath hitch. 

“Need you.” 

He tilts his head again. “Do you? Really?” 

Your head is heavy as you nod, and you try your best to not lose focus. You know what he needs to hear to finally drop the act, and you know you should give in before your body gives out completely, but there's a little twisted voice inside your head asking how far you can take this—your body seems to be addicted to the thrill, moans immediately spilling out your lips when his fingers pick up pace. 

“You're not satisfied?” He asks, voice sugary sweet. His pouty lips pepper quick pecks on your inner thigh, expectant eyes looking up at you. “I’m not sure I can help you, though. I mean, if it doesn’t feel good it’ll just get painful at some point.” 

You stutter your words through a strained voice. “I’ll let you know if it does.” It takes your entire being to attempt to sound demanding. “We can keep going for now.” 

An amused countenance takes over his sharp features. “Oh, we can? Alright, ma’am. Thank you so much for letting me know.” He stands up, and the sudden shift in atmosphere rising goosebumps on your skin as he now looks down on you. 

Minho stands tall before you, the lighting no longer illuminating his doll-like eyes—shadows now cover most of his face, long hair hiding his gaze. As if he can hear your heartbeat picking up pace, he gets close to whisper against your lips, eyes hazy as he looks down at you. “I think we gotta stretch you out a bit more, hmm? If it didn't feel good, you're probably still tight.” 

Good God, you hate this man. You know what he’s trying to get out of you—you’re just not sure if you want to give him the satisfaction yet.  

So, you look up at him with the sweetest eyes you can possibly muster. “Don’t worry, bunny. You’re not that big.” 

He stares at you for a few seconds, the smile on his lips doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Bench. On your back.” 

Although it seems you’ve worn his patience thin, you stare back. The cogs in your brain working their full capacity trying to figure out a way to make his life a bit harder. A disappointed sigh leaves his lips as he walks towards his locker, looking for his stuff to leave. 

As always, his action is effective. Minho really doesn’t need much to convince you to give in, after all, you know what you’ll get when you do. 

Silence fills the room as you discard your shirt all the way and lay on the bench, legs bent at the knees, heels resting on the cool surface. Anxiety bubbles under your sensitive skin when you hear Minho taking off his clothes. You rest you weight on your elbows to watch—his jersey was gone when you got to look at him, shoulder pads following suit. 

“What made you change your mind?” He opted to leave his white tank top on as he unbuckles his belt, one knee—supported by the bench—between your legs. The moonlight now shining entirely on him.  

“Don't like the emptiness…” Your voice trails off, and you don't mind staring shamelessly as he puts on a little show for you—one hand on your knee and running down your thigh, the other stroking his cock.  

He scoffs, “You say shit like this but doesn't like it when I say you act like a hole.” He taps his tip on your clit, earning a loud whine from you. “Make up your mind, bunny.” 

Minho stays kneeled before you, the cloth of his tank top so thin you could make out the lines of his chest and abs—the muscles on his pale arms shining iridescent in the lighting. 

Your boyfriend moved his hips, slowly grinding over your slit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head without much resistance, mouth watering with each nudge of his tip to your clit. “Whatever you said about me not being too big…” He leans down to leave a quick peck on your lips. “Keep that in mind.” 

With absolutely no warning and much faster than your brain would've been able to process, Minho buries himself as deep as he possibly can inside of you. He lifts your hips off the bench with ease, sitting on his heels—his hold on you so tight you bounced back against him with each thrust of his.  

The stamina of the man above you is unfaltering. You can't do much besides watch him: his biceps flex to support the weight of your hips every time he slams you back on his cock, veins prominent on his arms. Minho's face and neck are covered in the prettiest shade of pink—his wide chest, blushed with the same colour, is struggling with each breath he takes. The moonlight highlights the droplets of sweat sliding down his neck, and he can't seem to decide whether he wants to throw his head back or look down at where your hips align. 

Keeping himself together is the hardest when Minho looks down at you. He got his pretty girl all splayed out for him; her eyebrows furrowed in utter pleasure as the whiniest sounds constantly pour out of her pouty lips. The way your body reacts to him is hypnotic—it's so fun for him, how every little thing he does makes your eyes roll back. The power trip he gets when he watches your skin shiver wherever his hands touch is better than anything he's ever experienced. All because it's you. Because he gets you to feel like this. The fact you're so drunk on Minho gets him even more addicted to the feeling of your body shaking under him. So when your hips suddenly spring back to life rolling desperately against his and Minho's name seems to be the only coherent thought your brain can formulate, his desire increases tenfold. 

You have no control over how loud your moans or the smack of Minho's hips against yours are. He lowers you back on the bench and is fully above you in the blink of an eye—holding your face as he kisses you so deeply you struggle to keep up. His thrust become less timed but continue as deep as they were. Minho throws his head back, moaning loudly, but quickly brings his gaze back to your lips. His eyebrows are furrowed, lips touching yours as he whispers. 

“Come on, baby. You know how much I love to feel you coming around me. Be good.” 

Be good, be good. Of course you want to be good. When his lips touch yours again, euphoria explodes inside of you. Your eyes being squeezed shut seem to enhance your other senses a bit—you feel every inch of Minho's cock grinding inside you, his hands burning hot where they touch, his loud moans and the wetness spattering between your legs being the only things crystal clear in your cloudy mind.  

“Holy shit, fuck. I'm close, I'm so close.” He pants, face buried in your neck.  

Your weak hands gently soothe his back, you mindlessly mumble your words, “Wanna feel you coming inside me, love. Want it so bad.” 

His strong arms wrap around your waist when he comes, cock buried deep inside of you. Minho shudders with each movement of your hands against his skin, as you now gently scratch his back under his tank top. It feels like a long time has passed until he breaks the silence. 

“We're taking the numbing cream home, by the way.” He gets his face off your neck and rests his weight on his elbows. His right hand cups your jaw, thumb playing with your drooled lips. “You're not done paying for that attitude.”

[caitlinsclark]

NOT CASUAL caitlin clark ² caitlin clark x reader | summary: it was never casual for Caitlin. part one ✰ bree's notes: i don't know if I did this justice, but this is the longest fic i've done so i hope you guys like it!! word count: 4.4k masterlist and tag list

The world had seemed to spin on its head when you walked away from Caitlin. Because you truly had begun to act as if it all had been casual. Kate was the sole witness as you indulged in a full fledged factory reset, waking up early to run drills in replacement of the early morning runs you used to go on with Caitlin.

In fact, you hadn’t wallowed for a single second and you didn’t feel the need to. The frustration only fueled more energy, energy that would be used on much more efficient things than Caitlin’s exhausting presence.

This newfound composure was tested at the first practice since the blowout you two had. You were far too determined to let it slip. Coach Bluder had first called for drills which you ran through with ease, able to block out the overwhelming glares Caitlin sent your way. At least, that’s what they felt like in your eyes. In reality, the brunette was staring at you longingly from her position on the other court, thinking that if you were focused you wouldn’t notice.

Her straight face was a disguise, hiding all the depressingly aching thoughts that flooded her entire body with disappointment. She wasn’t expecting for your words to hold the weight they did. Honestly, she had half expected you to eagerly pick her for the 1v1s you had run during practice but you didn’t even look in her direction when you picked Gabbie.

No matter how many times she turned over the argument in her head, she only heard the harsh words that flew from her own mouth. The reporters were right in their critique when they said she wasn’t great at defense, and that didn’t only extend to basketball.

“Money!” You cheered excitedly when you drained a 3 effortlessly, chest bumping with Kate who shared in your enthusiasm as you both landed back on the ground with smiles. Caitlin turned her back to you when she started to smile herself and shot her own 3, staying quiet as it swished around before falling into the basket. She silently celebrated along with you as if your cheers were for her too, since she wasn’t sure she’d hear them anytime soon.

After practice, you were in the locker room beaming as your phone went off. You gave a reaction that drew in attention, a little dramatic just for a ringtone. But it made sense once you answered the call and greeted the blonde on the other side of the phone.

“Hey, P!” You sent her a jokingly flirty wave with a huge grin, matching the energy of the extroverted girl on the other end.

She had a similar smile on her face, biting her lip to keep it down but failing, “Hi, ma.” 

“Say hi to the team!” You flipped the camera to show the rest of the team who said hi and allowed the blonde to greet them back. They exchanged a few casualties as Caitlin stared hard at the athlete on the phone.

You didn’t see, but Paige blushed at the realization that the entire team had heard the way she greeted you with so much adoration. Your presence was capturing and she had been another to get succumbed by it.

The way you spoke held hope, “You’re gonna be coming to the game right?” Your eyes glimmered in the locker room lights and Caitlin wanted to cover her own ears at the sweet tone she hadn’t heard in days. She couldn’t help but torture herself with wondering how long this had been planned. Why were the two of you speaking with such familiarity?

“Me, KK, and Azzi,” Paige added as if you forgetting how many people supported you was ridiculous, “But mostly me.” The extra words invoked a small laugh out of you that endeared your teammates. They all shared matching knowing looks, minus Caitlin who wanted to avoid it all together.

Minutes later, It was only you and the brunette left in the locker room, but you didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it. You continued tapping at your phone with an eager pace and a grin. The girl who was normally glued to her own phone felt herself judging you bitterly, “You know she’s not just a friend, she’s into you.” 

“At least she cares about me like a friend first.” You laughed it off like she was ridiculous, and she was in the moment. You both knew it when it rendered her speechless. 

“I deserve that,” The brunette gave in, “but you know that’s not true, you were always my friend.” Her facade seemed to break the most you’d seen since that night. But you couldn’t stop the painful reminder about the absolute disregard it took for her to knowingly play with your feelings.

“I don’t know that, Caitlin,” You patted her shoulder as you corrected her, talking to her like a child who didn’t understand a complicated concept, “In fact, you’ve never even said otherwise til now.”

And you walked out right out the door, staring expectantly at your phone with a bitten bottom lip, highlighting your anticipation. 

Her head fell into her hands and a line of tears threatened to spill out of her waterline. You believed that she didn’t internalize every time your hands held on a little too long, the time she covered your eyes so you didn’t see your favorite character die in a show, the time she almost felt the urge to get down on one knee when watching you juke her brothers out at soccer.

Despite her words, there were so many moments the two of you had shared. Caitlin knew that the no attachments rule was a load of bullshit the second that the two of you kissed. You pulled away far too quickly for her liking and she found herself greedily pulling you back in, enamored with the way you tasted, consumed by you entirely in a way she’d never experienced.

With a cleared throat, she attempted to shake it off and noticed your left open locker, leaning over to shut it for you.

Her movements slowed at the picture, somewhat hidden in the back of your locker, of the two of you cuddled up at her family’s house in Long Beach. That was the weekend that she knew the two of you had slowly been developing into something more.

The weekend that fear enveloped her being when she realized how much attention was truly on the two of you already. How much the two of you had to lose when you were able to separate yourselves from the pressure you usually had on you. 

But that didn’t hold a candle to the pressure building up in her chest at the thought of you currently being swept away.

You and Paige had gotten closer since the first time you met during an intense match against her team. The game against UCONN was an energizing and highly anticipated one. 

You’d been conscious enough to look at their roster before hand and scope out their starting players. It was easy to find previously taped games to analyze their usual game play.

So you weren’t surprised when Paige came in, a force to be reckoned with that left you impressed despite your team’s win. Impressed enough to find her after the game and offer her a good game personally.

“You gave me a run for my money,” You complimented with wide eyes, truly impressed at her IQ on the court. 

She chuckled, lifting her jersey to wipe her hairline slowly. Your eyes might have slipped down a little at the action and you were not quick enough to lift them all the way back to her eyes. 

The blonde just smirked, wordlessly holding her hand out for you to shake. You accepted and allowed your hands to stay connected for a few extra seconds.

“Anymore compliments?” She raised her eyebrows teasingly, “I’m always accepting from pretty girls.” Her flirty personality immediately popped out and you knew that she was dangerous.

“Oh, you’re good!” Your head shook in disbelief and allowed a laugh to escape as she did the same.

She rubbed her hands together jokingly and you shoved them down quickly, laughing along side her goofily, “Nah, stop the rizz hands! They’ll work!” The two of you hadn’t realized how close you got in the process, but it felt like a natural gravitational pull.

“Hey, I’m Caitlin,” A hand lightly appeared and rested on your waist, easily seen and very protective. But the brunette held her other hand out to Paige in a friendly manor even though you knew better, and Paige accepted happily. And that was the end of it.

You’d always thought she was attractive, how could you not? But there was something about the pull you felt to Caitlin that never let those thoughts stray too far without adjusting to the brunette. Now fear also played a factor in allowing yourself to give into anything of that nature.

Though your adoration for her was genuine, and you two had many discussions about the state of your opinion on dating basketball players. 

It was prompted over a live with Azzi that you joined with a level of excitement to see your girls.

“Hi!” You waved, setting the phone down on your table. The girls waved back and were quick to ask you how the season was going. It was later in the live that Azzi squinted at the chat and said your name.

“They wanna know if you’ll go to their sorority formal with them, they’re a basketball player so apparently you’re soulmates,” Paige read out with a bitten lip, holding back a laugh as she waited for you to respond.

“Nah basketball players are sworn off romantically,” You made an ‘x’ with your arms and shook your head in distaste, “I’d break their ego in a 1v1 and we’d break up.” You played off the real reason and deflected when the girls laughed with you.

Paige had made a mental note to ask you about that later, and you assumed her intentions were simply coming from the place of a worried friend. You were comfortable enough to dive into the intimate details of yours and Caitlin’s falling out.

And you were met with nothing but support, which you expected from the girl. She’d been another outlet for you to maintain the composure you needed in order to function on a team with Caitlin.

The crowd was buzzing on both sides, Iowa and LSU. You were quick to scan your home side upon exiting the tunnel and going onto the court.

It was the first game since yours and Caitlin’s falling out which added a level of nervousness. In the sea of 22 jerseys, you were shocked to find one of your own draped on the pretty blonde you’d invited. This was at the same time that the cameraman also seemed to be made aware of her presence as she appeared on the big screen.

The cheers of the crowd summarized your reaction to a tee, especially as Paige stood up to turn around and point to make sure the camera would capture your last name on her back.

When Paige sat back down, she had the most satisfied smile playing on her face and it took everything in your willpower not to collapse at the wink she sent your way afterward.

Caitlin had to hide her face in Kate’s shoulder to ignore the scene, being overtaken by the pain in her heart. The blonde could only pat her friend’s head sympathetically, shielding her.

The game was intense from the get go, and your frustration with Caitlin only made you play harder. You were driving to the net with a tenacity that she had to admire even in your rough patch. You were much stronger than her considering she’d been missing almost every shot she’d taken. It was to the point where she’d just given the ball back to you when she got possession, too scared to fuck up even more.

Because of your handle on the ball, the opposing coach had been smart to have her players begin to guard you more consciously. It led to one of your opponents sending you flying to the ground during a layup, a groan leaving your lips as you fell flat to the ground.

You ignored the hand that Caitlin held out to you, trying to lift yourself up slowly on your own. Caitlin sighed at your pettiness, deciding to at least help you by giving you more time. She kneeled to tie her shoe, only standing up once you were settled back on your feet. 

The game continued back and forth with a nail biting second half. Ultimately, Caitlin got pulled to the bench and you were deservingly still out on the court. The most frustrating part was that your team had still won, with your help as opposed to hers. With 10 assists, 25 points, and being speedy with practically every rebound, you had completely carried them to win the game despite the brunette’s multiple turnovers and fouls. 

You were at the top of your game while she was at the bottom of hers. Caitlin watched as the team crowded around you from a distance, nodding appreciatively at you once you glanced in her direction. She ultimately chose to let you be as she turned and returned back to the locker room, body language unlike someone who just won a game.

You were so distracted by the girl waiting for you at the end of the hallway that you didn’t notice the one approaching from behind you.

With a grasp on your arm, Caitlin halted your movements to speak, “I need to talk to you.” Her posture was sluggish and slumped showing the same exhaustion she’d had on the court.

“Sorry, our work relations and window to talk finished the moment the buzzer went off!” You smiled curtly and plucked your arm to continue walking with Paige who tried to not look as amused as she was.

“Funny,” She deadpanned, rolling her eyes at the pettiness you were doing a great job at showing. This aggression was a complete flip from the affection you usually approached her with, it felt like a new person.

“No, my funny side is reserved for people that mean more than being a teammate to me.” You opted for checking your reflection in the mirror on the wall beside you, adjusting your hair just a bit. Caitlin was beginning to see red, but tried her best to push it down. She couldn’t help but get a last jab in though.

“What, like her?” Caitlin nodded to the blonde waiting for you down the hall. The thought of you agreeing had a pit growing in the brunette’s stomach. You followed her gesture and gazed at Paige, admiring the way her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves and framed her growing smirk at the sight of you giving her attention. She seemed secure as ever with her arms crossed loosely, raising an expectant eyebrow at you as if she knew what you were going to choose.

“Actually,” You kept looking in admiration at Paige despite Caitlin’s heavy stare on you, “yeah, exactly like her.” Finally, you graced the brunette with your eye contact to show the honesty behind your words, content on the way her shoulders slumped in response.

Caitlin’s grip on you loosened to a non existent one, accepting to physically let you go in her now weakened state from your words. But that didn’t mean she was going to let you go completely.

Her aching heart was only a fueling factor as she watched you prance happily over to the other athlete. That couldn’t be the end.

“Almost like there’s some kinda tension between you guys,” Paige side eyed you playfully, still managing to keep the air light and easy. You craved that breezy feeling as opposed to the way your heart clenched with the brunette you left in your trails.

You wiggled your eyebrows at her, “Some could say there’s tension between me and you, does that make it true, Bueckers?” It was a clear fish for something and your glance down to her lips as her tongue darted out to wet them seemed intentional. It was.

Caitlin could be called a sadist with the way she refused to move her eyes from the two of you. Her mind was a cruel force to be reckoned with as it began to compare the stark differences. Paige’s extroverted personality easily captivated you, shown by the way you leaned into her enticingly, biting your lip like you had to hold yourself back from being completely taken by her.

Caitlin had never been bold enough to give into you in that way, fearful of being rejected for her genuine personality than the one she put on.

The only similarity was the enamored look on Paige’s face, Caitlin hated to admit it was the one she caught herself giving you more times than not. Those tiny moments she indulged herself in what you two could’ve been. All sweet things that could be easily ripped away once things got serious.

The entire team was buzzing, taking up the living room in a cozy haze. You’d taken a few celebratory shots and had stepped outside with Paige to get a couple fresh breaths of air.

You were close as ever, your legs draped over her lap in a comfortable and cozy position. Your upper half leaned against the back of the couch, tilting toward her with a drunken imbalance.

It seemed like the perfect, quiet moment to let yourself indulge in the pretty blonde who seemed to welcome your closeness.

The scene was karmic at best, timing on no one’s side at all. As your lips got dangerously close, all it took was one finish push, you heard as the backdoor opened and slammed shut subsequently. By the time your eyes opened, you caught the sight of Caitlin walking past the glass door back into the house.

“On TruTV’s Most Awkward Moments,” She narrated and patiently leaned back, waiting for you to chase after her. Her tone didn’t seem angry, not even offended.

“I don’t have to go handle that.” You assured her, shaking it off and sitting back down on the chair. Her eyes burned into you with suspicion like she knew you would break.

You sighed, “I have to go handle that.” She smiled at you, a genuine smile, and leaned in to give you a tight hug. Paige squeezed you and you squeezed back, wishing that things could just be simple.

The light environment returned, despite the situation you’d been in moments ago. But Paige let a smirk take over her features again as she teased you when you pulled away

“If you guys ever need a third..” She trailed off and licked her lips dramatically, still able to make you laugh despite the situation you were heading into.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” You squeezed her arm before turning and heading toward the door Caitlin had disappeared behind.

“Good luck,” she called out, lacking any resentment and you felt like you genuinely needed it. You thanked her with a smile and went inside, searching for the emotionally challenged brunette.

Caitlin didn’t even look up at you from her phone once you’d entered the otherwise empty room she occupied, “Oh, don’t let me interrupt.” You walked over and plucked the device from her grasp, ignoring the incredulous look she sent you.

“You did interrupt,” you said plainly as you sat down in front of her, “Same way I interrupted the day you had someone leaving your dorm, except I’m going to handle it a lot differently because this was the grace I deserved.”

Her demeanor changed, a frown settling on her face, though she didn’t make a move to argue. She even nodded in agreement, staying silent as she waited for you to go on.

“We’re teammates, you have no right to get mad,” You reiterated what you said to her the last time. It was firm and took all of your strength to hold it together.

Caitlin tried to challenge you, shaking her head, “We’re more than that.” Finally hearing her say it made you want to jump up and down, but it wasn’t that easy.

You crossed your arms over your chest to protect yourself, “Are we? Because last I checked we’re barely even that.” It hurt that she hadn’t corrected you until then.

The reality check clicked somewhere in her brain, the thought of you truly believing that it all was reduced to nothing making her ill. 

“I’m sorry I lied to you when I said it was casual,” Caitlin confessed weakly with a shallow breath, “It was not casual. You’re the only person I kept looking to today for reassurance, and when I realized you were looking to someone else for yours, I wanted to collapse.” The admission was easy, a scary leap from when she couldn’t even acknowledge the weight behind your physical relations.

“So another competitive thing?” You raised an eyebrow, hesitant to believe the quick change in attitude like some kind of epiphany. 

“Not at all,” and with the way she looked offended at the insinuation made you want to believe her, “I was taking advantage of how understanding you were. You were there to ground me and basically be a girlfriend without me giving you the same validation. I couldn’t show you then, but you deserve to know the feelings were there, if any of that matters.”

You didn’t know if it did matter, couldn’t tell when your heart was buried under the emotions of the last few days. 

“I was definitely jealous too. I’ve been jealous of Paige since the day you met.” Caitlin rubbed her eyes roughly like that could get her to say the next words easier and you pushed her hands away from her face, “But getting you away from her was never my angle. You should go back out there.”

You weren’t expecting the follow up confession, scrunching up your face while she looked away from you. You and Paige had met practically worlds before you and Caitlin had even started your agreement. 

She knew you’d put two and two together, and you did. Her feelings had gone on for a lot longer than yours did. Caitlin took the advantage of you staying with her for a few more moments at least.

Her voice reduced to a whisper, looking at you with her head settled defeatedly on her fist, “Is this what you felt every time?” 

“Yeah.” You sighed and moved to sit next to her, allowing yourself to sink comfortably into the couch within her presence. There was still a lot of room between you, a responsible amount.

“I’m sorry I was a coward,” She went to reach for your hand out of habit, but stopped midway where her hand dropped on the couch between you, “I didn’t deserve to have you come after me.” Caitlin toyed with the thread of the cushion to distract herself from the urge she had to be close to you.

“But I don’t think you deserved to see that either, same way I didn’t deserve to see it when I went to your dorm.” You reasoned, filling her heart with warmth at the way you still cared, despite the reasons she gave you not to. 

A sympathy she was not qualified to receive after the way she’d treated you.

She shook her head at the generosity you were offering her, “No, I did. I was really shitty to you and that was payback for it. I got karma.” 

You offered her a small smile, feeling like she’d suffered enough over the last day with Paige.

“Yeah, a little,” you agreed teasingly, grasping the hand she’d left lingering in between you two. You played with her fingers and she let you, too scared to scare you off with even a subtle move.

“Paige said she’d be a willing third if we ever needed,” You wiggled your eyebrows at her in a daring moment of silence.

Caitlin threw her head back in a genuine laugh, the comfortable environment returning that you hadn’t gotten even a glimpse at in a few weeks. You couldn’t help but giggle alongside her, squeezing her hand in a simple gesture.

Your head lolled to the side, taking a silent moment to gaze at her features appreciatively as she did the same. You were the one to break, to surge forward and interlock your lips with a searing and much missed intensity. 

But the shortness of the kiss shocked you, full of sweetness and desire but no more than a few seconds until the brunette pulled away. You expected her to possessively push you back, show some sort of dominance to initiate something further. 

But Caitlin cared more about showering the rest of your face with attention, craving to memorize every little detail that she’d missed out on thus far.

“I’m not doing anything with you for like two weeks,” You vowed as a warning to test the waters, pulling away slightly as she kept kissing all around your face, trying to get a word in through your interrupting laughs.

“I’ll wait,” She hummed, switching so she could hold your jaw, prohibiting you from squirming away now.

“Three weeks.” You changed your mind, staring at her to gauge her reaction. 

She didn’t even twitch, still staring at you with an adoring smile, “Okay.” 

“Four weeks,” You squinted at her suspiciously, waiting for a sprout of disappointment or hesitance.

“Okay.” 

“Five weeks,” You challenged once more, though she gave the same response as she looked at you with amusement written on her features. 

“Really, nothing? Five weeks and you’re okay? Are you obsessed with me or something?” You quirked an eyebrow, putting your hands on her shoulders to add a little bit of separation. But her hands made quick work of grabbing your waist to pull you back in as she made a loud noise of agreement, the warmth of a chaste kiss on your jaw following it.

“Not very casual of you.” You grimaced playfully, gently tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, twirling it between your finger tips as you switched to a happy grin.

“Not at all.” Her voice dripped in happiness as she leaned into you, accepting the way you pushed up to meet her halfway once more.

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[kaelaheartsyou]

Dont Get Caught

paige bueckers x (female) reader

down bad reader + even more down bad paige

warnings:

pure smut (sorry in advance) mdni !!!

use of bad language

kinda public sex

i watched from the stands as my girlfriend scored the game winning 3 pointer. it was an extremely close game. she immediately locks eyes with me before smiling and running to her teammates and celebrating together. she was definitely getting it tonight.

i made my way from my seat to the sidelines where i congratulated everyone on the team making sure to give azzi and molly a hug. by now the whole team knew me and paige were dating, considering we’ve been together for almost 7 months, it was kind of hard to hide. but imagine how hard it is to keep it from the media. with reporter after reporter trying to get a chance to talk to all the girls, i couldn’t just go up to her and kiss her without someone taking a picture. i didn’t mind the media knowing and i know she didn’t either, but to be fair we did agree to wait.

i just sat down in a chair on the sidelines scrolling through tiktok liking pretty much every post that had to do with paige in some way. she was still getting interviewed while the rest of the girls had already made their way out of the locker room.

as she finished up, she finally walked into the locker room, clearly not noticing i was right behind her. i managed to get past anyone trying to take pictures as i walked in after her. i dont know how she was so oblivious to my presence.

“hi baby, you played so good” i said while smiling, still behind her.

“holy shit” she said practically jumping as she turned around to look at me. “how did you get in here without anyone noticing” she laughed

“they were all focused on azzi, just wanted to congratulate you” i beamed happily

“well thank you, im so glad you were able to come i know how behind you are on school shit”

she walked towards me wrapping her arms around my waist. i instinctively put mine around her neck. the eye contact we held could make anyone fold, and i was trying so hard not to. i wanted her to kiss me first, i don’t give in that easy even when it comes to paige fucking bueckers.

after what literally felt like hours she finally kissed me, my hands going straight to her hair that was still in a ponytail. i pulled off the hair tie making her groan into my mouth at the feeling of relief.

she lightly tapped my thigh to signal for me to jump. and of course i did because id do anything for this girl. she lifted me up making me wrap my legs around her waist. still not breaking the kiss, paige carried me to the counter where the sinks were and set me down before pulling at my shirt for me to remove it.

“paige not here we’re gonna get caught.” i mumbled before pulling away

“cmon baby everyone already grabbed their stuff out of here, no ones coming back.” she reassured me with her infamous smirk

i reluctantly nodded my head accepting the fact that if we get caught its on her. i pulled of my shirt and watched her immediately unclip my bra. she stared at me for a minute before speaking, “you’re so fucking beautiful im so damn lucky.”

i blushed, usually i was the one praising her and giving her compliments. must be the post-win feeling getting to her. nonetheless i appreciated her words even though they made me practically melt.

we reconnected our lips, her hand playing with my nipple sent a wave of ecstasy through my entire body. she pulled away again this time to remove my sweatpants, leaving them at my ankles because deep down i think she knew there was a good chance someone might walk in. she marveled at how soaked my red laced underwear was and i felt my self sheepishly covering my face. her hands were quick to pull mine away.

“this wet for me hm? and i haven’t even done anything yet.” she smirked again and pulled down my underwear. i was now fully exposed and she still had her uniform on.

“paige come on take it off.” i said motioning to her uniform and feeling quite embarrassed knowing i was the only one with out a single piece of clothing on.

she complied without a complaint and stripped down to her sports bra and boxers. i see her like this almost every night and it still amazes me how gorgeous she is. running my hand down her toned stomach i start spewing out compliment after compliment before she starts kissing my neck, making me shut up and throw my head back.

her hand thats not on my waist is touching everywhere but wear i need her. im sitting at the edge of the counter at this point, our bodies are flushed together skin to skin.

“please p.. i need you” i murmured quietly when her kisses started getting lower and lower. i just know that there were going to be bruises from where she was sucking in the morning.

“yeah? where do you need me baby use your words.” she said softly against my skin making me shiver. her long fingers finally touching my clit as she moved her fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. “here?”

“mhm- oh shit.. paige please just fuck me already ” i stuttered through my sentence and she laughed

“you want my mouth or my fingers ma?” she said as she made eye contact with me. the nickname repeated in my head, usually i wouldn’t let any girl call me that but it just felt so different when my girlfriend said it.

i debated between the two when i finally settled on an answer and said “both” she just laughed and told me to let her know if it gets to be too much. always so full of herself..

she sat in front of me on her knees spreading my legs apart. she didn’t even break the eye contact before her tongue started circling my clit.

“fuck p, you always know how to make me feel good.” i moaned leaning my head back on to the wall behind me.

i could feel her fucking smirking.

that just encouraged her to move her tongue faster and harder against my clit. she quickly got me to my climax and i grabbed at the back of her head pulling her closer and letting out a string of curses and moans to signal that i was close. she didn’t slow down though, she continued until i begged her to stop when the pleasure got so intense. she pulled away and stood up and kissed me, making me taste myself on her mouth.

“you did so good baby, can you do one more for me?” she cooed against my mouth and i quickly nodded my head, desperate to feel her again.

she brought to fingers to my mouth urging me to suck, to which i complied. her eyes were glued to my mouth as i took her fingers into my mouth. when she pulled them out she brought them right back to my entrance.

“oh fuck.” i moaned at the feeling of her fingers moving in me, immediately hitting my g-spot. she knew my body so well.

my moans encouraged her to speed up “can you take another one?” she challenged and i was so incoherent from the pleasure i could only mumble an “mhm” and nod my head while gripping at her shoulder.

she added another finger and i knew i couldn’t last much longer. my legs started shaking and my hand flew to my mouth to cover any screams that threatened to slip. she immediately tore my hand away.

“no i wanna hear you and know exactly how i make you feel.” she said cockily with a smirk plastered on her face. using her free hand she grabbed my leg and put it over her shoulder, increasing how deep her fingers went in me. i couldn’t take it any longer and i came all over her fingers. she slowed down her pace and removed her fingers before praising me for how good i did for her.

she put her clothes back on because there wasn’t enough time for me to make her “feel good.” i tried to jump down from the counter but i immediately felt my knees buckle from beneath me, luckily page grabbed my arms. she helped me put my shirt and sweatpants back on.

“hey paige?! have you seen my water bottle?” kk said as we heard to door to the locker room open. i quickly fixed my hair to look more presentable and paige walked around the corner and over to kk.

“yeah its out by the bench on the sidelines.” paige replied quickly ushering her out.

“oh um okay.. thanks?” kk didnt further question paiges weird behavior and instead walked away.

paige came back over to me and i put my shoes on before giving her a kiss. not a sexual one, i was just so proud of her.

“we could’ve gotten caught p, we gotta be more careful.” i said jokingly as we left the locker room, being careful to avoid any cameras.

“yeah that could’ve been really bad.. good thing you finish fast.” she said the last part as a whisper and that shut me up immediately. yeah she was gonna get it the second we get back to our apartment.

author speaks- guys im nervous this is my first post. constructive criticism is welcome!!

[gemini-sensei]

Poly!Losers!Eli and Demetri x Shy!Popular!Reader Headcanons

Req: I saw your post about popular reader and was wondering if you could do a poly loser Eli and demetri with a shy popular reader headcanons please

CW: small amount of smut including voyeurism and a little bit of oral (male receiving), insecurity.

Tags: @phoenix062

✨️ Reader never wanted to be popular. She's just popular by proxy. She always hung out with Yasmine and Moon as a kids and as they got older they became the popular kids, bringing Reader along for the ride. She doesn't like the attention and herbfriends know that, so they kind of act like her protectors; especially when they can tell the attention and chatter are too much for her.

✨️ Eli and Demetri are total losers. They spend their time admiring Reader from afar and fantasizing about a relationship with her. They talk about her all the time, usually Demetri without a filter and Eli becoming embarrassed of flustered in response to whatever he says. They do not have the courage to walk up to her and actually say anything because the last time someone tried that, Yasmine bit their head off.

✨️ Their paths don't cross until one day in gym class, everyone is outside playing a game but it's getting hard to keep up. Eli and Demetri run off and hide under the bleachers, planning to stay there until class ends and they can all go change in the locker room. However, they don't expect to find Reader there with a book.

She looks up at them pleasingly amd speaks so softly, "Please don't tell Coach I'm here... I hate close contact sports..."

Demetri grins, seeing an opportunity to finally talk to the girl of his and Eli's dreams. "So do we," he laughs and they sit down. "What are you reading?"

✨️ They have a nice conversation, for what it's worth. Reader doesn't talk too much and Eli clams up because he's in the presence of the girl he's been crushing on for years. It gets quiet between them fast but it's not an awkward silence. Reader likes quiet more often than not and doesn't mind it, while Demetri and Eli like it because they get to admire her upclose and she's not asking them questions about it.

✨️ Just before the class ends, she's gets up so she can be the first person in the locker room so she can change into her normal clothes without others around. She waves bye to Eli and Demetri before she's too far away though. They wave back, too happy with how things played out to even speak.

✨️After that, they're even more in love with Reader. And to be clear, she didn't do or say anything special, she just sat and talked to them a little bit. Again, they're just pathetic losers lol.

✨️ Reader thinks they're cute. And now that she's seen them, they can't blend in anymore. However, just because she's popular doesn't make her confident. She's too shy to approach them. If they have a class together, lucky them, but it'd nothing special - well, Reader doesn't think she's all thay special in comparison to her friends, but Eli and Demetri think otherwise.

✨️ When they're alone, Eli and Demetri talk about her nonstop. It's a little embarrassing tbh but they don't care. Conversations will start off sweet and innocent but devolve into something more spicy. Especially if Reader wore a pretty outfit that showed off all of her curves and nice tits.

✨️ Those conversations usually lead to Demetri sucking Eli off to turn him into a whiny little loser. He doesn't say much of anything the whole time and just whines so pretty, maybe letting out Reader's name here and there but that's about it.

✨️ After many weeks of that, Demetri gets tired of moping about wishing they were with Reader. But what chance do they really have? After all, she's pretty and popular while they're barely ever given a second glance. Little do they know that Reader is aware of them, more so than they think - and it isn't because she wants to be mean to them like they think of her peers...

✨️ She wants them but has no idea how to approach them. So she asks her friends for advice. Yasmine and Moon are more than happy to assist Reader with her desire to ask out a cure guy (or two) and take her shopping. While out and about, they give her all sorts of tips and tricks to gain the confidence she needs to ask someone out and get a date.

✨️ Demetri and Eli almost think it's a joke when she approaches them one day and finally asks them out. However, that's outweighed by how cute she looks while doing it, shyly wringing her wrists and looking down at the ground while talking to them. Demetri lets out an enthusiastic "yes!" while Eli nods vigorously. She smiles at them and tells them that's great but that she's also never been on a date before, so she doesn't know what to really do...

✨️ They assure her that this will be their first date too because while Demetri and Eli are kind of together, they never made it official. They've played it off as being best friends for a long time but they both know they're more than that. Now they're going on a date with Reader and it's all they could have ever wanted.

✨️ They end up going to the arcade and showing her all of the best games that will give them the most tickets. She and Eli play side by side on the multiplayer games, sharing little smiles with each other while Demetri works on getting some tickets. At one point, Reader is struggling with one game and Demetri comes up behind her to help, putting his hands over her and basically playing the game for her. She's so fluttered but so happy about it at the same time, it's amazing.

✨️ By the time they're walking up to the prize counter so they can have dinner, Demetri has gotten enough tickets for a big prize and lets Reader pick something out. She gets one of the big stuffed animals from the top rack and it's perfect, Eli thinks so anyone.

✨️ The night ends in Reader's car; well, not really end because they sit in the backseat together to keep from taking them home. She doesn't want it to be over yet, feeling like it went by too fast. Reader put the backseat down so they'd have all the room in the back to sit together, putting a movie on her laptop for them. However, it's quickly forgotten about when Demetri decides he should make a move and puts a hand on her thigh.

✨️ Before they know it, they're making out in the back of her car, Eli watching and patiently waiting for him turn. Reader pulls away flushed and hot, only to turn to Eli and kiss him. She can't think about how shy she usually is because her other feelings (and hormones) are driving her to do these things she's never done before. She feels like she's on top of the world with Eli's tongue in her mouth and Demetri's hands wandering her body.

✨️ Demetri and Eli are feverish and sloppy with her, thinking that they'll never get this chance again. They pull little squeaks and moans from her as they feel her up and make out with her, only for her to stop them because she doesn't want to go too far. She shyly explains that she likes what they're doing but if they go any farther, she doesn't want it to be in the back of her car. That's reasonable and they get it, but they're also hard and horny.

✨️ So she sits back and watches them as Demetri fucks Eli in the back of her car. It gets her all hot and bothered, but she just watches, though she'll take care of things later on her own because she's just not ready. She can't deny that they're super hot though. Demetri makes Eli look at Reader the whole time he gets fucked until he's whining about needing to come and he asks her to help him finish. She does and swallows, making Demetri finish inside Eli.

✨️ She drives them home and asks them if she's they're girlfriend now, to which they happily tell her that she can be whatever she wants to be. She giggles and tells them she'd like to be theirs and they're more than happy with that response.

✨️ It was a bit of an awkward, wild date, but it ended a lot better than any of them could have anticipated. They can't wait to go on another...

[puckinghischier]

Tattoos Together

Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary: based off of the song tattoos together by lauv

notes: this idea was way better in my head, but i still think it’s cute and turned out alright. i’m obsessed with this song and knew i just had to write a nico fic based off of it asap. also, i know the timeline is all over the place bc nico is captain in this, and holtzy and dawson are here, but it technically takes place after jack’s rookie season. the beauty of fiction is that literally nothing is real, so let’s just all pretend everything is normal and chronologically correct 😊. hope you enjoy!! :)

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Summer was your favorite season for a number of reasons. First of all, you loved the warm weather. Being able to sit outside and soak up the sunshine was something your body desperately craved during the bitter New Jersey winter. You also loved the overall happiness of the general population that seemed to radiate during the summer months. Your favorite reason, however, was the fact that your best friend was always available to do whatever you wanted him to, because hockey isn’t played in the summer.

You hated that the Devils didn’t make the playoffs this year. You were as devastated as they were during that last game of the season, but you can’t lie and say you weren’t also ecstatic. You knew, the moment they lost the game that eliminated them from any sort of play off position, you were going to get a summer full of sun and fun at the lake house.

You had decided to take the warm season off from any internships or courses, not wanting anything to come in-between you and nearly four, uninterrupted months with your boys at the lake. You had decided to transfer to a college in Jersey so you could spend more time with Jack, not so you could stay in a strange city while all of your friends go to your favorite place on earth.

This year was especially exciting, considering Jack had convinced a group of his teammates to join in on the summer antics. Your anticipation for the warmer weather to arrive was only heightened once you learned a certain hockey captain would also be in attendance at the lake house.

You had been drawn to Nico from the first moment you met him after Jack’s rookie debut. Jack was so eager to introduce the two of you. He had made quick friends with the Swiss player after his arrival in the garden state and he wanted nothing more than his oldest and newest friend to meet one another and hit it off. Nico gave short, but kind, responses when Jack called you over to speak to him outside of the locker room; you assumed he was just tired and wanted to get home, but once you had seen him leaning against the wall in a crowded bar a few hours later, you made it your mission to make a friend out of the quiet hockey player.

You found yourself enjoying his conversation a little too much, basically neglecting Jack on his big night. The two of you talked about anything and everything. Nico had been in the middle of a story about his siblings back home when you suddenly realized the danger you were in. You hadn’t even been around this man for more than a few hours, and you could feel yourself falling for him. His kind eyes, the deep dimples when he smiled, and the care and attention he showed every single person that came up to congratulate him on the win, while also never failing to listen to your stories and stay engaged in the conversation with you, was making you spiral in the best way.

You knew you couldn’t go there, though. He was a big shot hockey captain, and you were only here for school. With the team’s busy schedule, you didn’t know when you would see him again. As soon as the light feeling in your chest had appeared, you forced it to make its exit. You couldn’t fall for him. You wouldn’t let yourself fall for him.

Over the next few months, however, you found yourself in Nico’s presence more often than not. Any team event that Jack dragged you to, you always found your way to where Nico was, striking up innocent, friendly conversation. If you were attending a home game at the Prudential Center, you were always cheering for Nico anytime he made a particularly important or skillful play. When he would come over to yours and Jack’s shared apartment, you always had some excuse for needing to be in the kitchen when they were, or passing through the living room and then planting yourself on the couch between the two ‘out of boredom’.

Nico wasn’t making it easy for you, either. Anytime the captain would score on the ice, it was you he was pointing towards during his celebration (or sending a text to ask if you were watching as soon as he was in the locker room for intermission, if it was an away game). If he had plans with Jack he would always send you a message, inviting you to tag along. Nico had even memorized your class schedule and your coffee order, bringing you your caffeine fix on lecture mornings when he would pick Jack up for morning skate. You found yourself talking to Nico almost more than you spoke to Jack, finding it harder and harder to keep your promise to yourself.

Jack could sense the underlying feelings you had for his captain, being able to pick up on all of your tells from the many years of friendship. He saw the way your gaze would immediately start sweeping any room you entered until it settled on Nico. He pretended not to notice the way you would always come out of your room on the mornings Nico was coming by before practice, hair and make-up already done, sitting in the kitchen to ‘work on homework’ before your lectures. He noticed when you bought his captain’s jersey, alternating between the 13 and 86 jerseys every other game. He noticed the way you would instantly perk up at the mention of Nico’s name in any conversation.

Jack also noticed the way Nico tried, and failed, to hide the feelings he had for you, as well. He noticed the way Nico would skate out for warm-ups and look around the glass until he saw you, waiting a few minutes before he made his way over to the glass where you were standing, pretending to be surprised when he turned around and found you behind him. Jack noticed the way Nico suddenly wanted to always come over to his apartment instead of Jack going to what the team refers to as the ‘captain’s quarters’. He noticed the way Nico would always come back with your favorite cocktail in hand anytime you were with them on a night out.

The back and forth between you and Nico continued for months, neither one of you ever taking the next step to admit feelings for one another. Jack wished the two of you would just get it over with at this point, the inevitable apparent to everyone but yourselves. So, when Jack opened the lake house invitation to Nico, Alex, and Dawson this summer, he can’t lie and say he didn’t have some ulterior motives.

Now, as you and Nico walked ahead of everyone else, lost in your own little world, he knew he made the right decision.

You had just eaten dinner, Jack having made reservations at a local seafood place he was dying to take everyone to, when you announced you wanted ice cream. You had suggested the small ice cream shop a short walk from the restaurant, wanting to stay out in the small lake town a little bit longer. You had sat next to Nico at dinner, staying in your own conversation most of the meal, being brought into the larger conversation happening around you only if either of your names were mentioned. The conversation followed the two of you outside, talking about his upcoming trip home.

“So, when are you leaving this utopia?” You asked him, shoulders bumping as you walked on the sidewalk beside him, a car driving by, causing your sundress to ruffle and flow in the passing wind.

“Not until the end of the month. Why? Can’t wait to get rid of me?” he responds with a playful smile, putting his hand on your back, pushing you over to the inside of the sidewalk, placing himself closest to the active road beside of you.

“Not even close,” you link your pinky with his, a habit you’ve gotten into anytime you’re walking beside him. “Dreading the day, actually. This is your first summer here, and you don’t even get to experience the best part!”

“I thought the best part was that you were here?” he references the statement you made when trying to convince him to make the trip to Michigan for the summer.

“Well, the next best part,” you respond, waving off his words. “You’re going to miss the boat parade on the Fourth of July!”

“A…boat parade?” Nico questions.

“Yes! A boat parade! Everyone decorates their boats and then drives them around the lake. Everyone here goes crazy for it. People don’t spare a single expense when it comes to boat decorations. One family even paid those statue street performers to play Uncle Sam and Lady Liberty on their boat one year,” you explain, earning a laugh from Nico.

“Why do I have the feeling you would have done that if you thought of it first?” he asks in-between chuckles.

“Because I would’ve! I was so mad that I didn’t even think of it. The only year we haven’t won it. Well, other than the years we haven’t been able to make it up here,” you shrug, thinking of all the time you’ve missed out on in the past few years.

“Well, you’ll have to come up with something even crazier this year. To make up for all the lost time,” Nico squeezes your pinkies closer together, knowing how much you hate the summers you can’t come here. “Look, you could go get a tattoo of the American flag, or something. Decorate your body, not just your boat. Really commemorate the summer,” he points to the tattoo shop you’re walking past, laughing at the craziness of the idea.

Maybe it was the heat finally getting to you. Maybe it was all the lake water you had swallowed the past few weeks. Or maybe it was the build-up of the months worth of feelings you’ve had for the man in front of you, but something in you made you say “Let’s go do it.”

“What?” Nico stopped in his tracks, looking over at you like you had three heads.

“I said let’s do it,” you said again, a serious look on your face.

“As in let’s go let you get a tattoo of the American Flag?” he asked again, confirming the idea forming in your brain.

“Yes. Well, I mean no. But yes,” you start, letting go of his pinky you were still holding on to. “I mean, let’s go get tattoos to commemorate the summer, like you said.”

“Like…right now?”

“Yes, right now. Why not? It’ll be fun. At the very least it’ll be a story to tell one day,” you try to convince him, acting as if this isn’t the most out of character thing you could suggest.

“I mean, what would we even get?” Nico asks, the word ‘no’ never coming out of his mouth.

“I don’t know, whatever you want. It doesn’t have to be anything big. Or anywhere where everyone will see it. It can just be something we know we have, y’know?” you continue to try to convince him.

“Hey! Why’d you two stop? The ice cream shop is another block down.” Jack asks as the rest of the group approaches the two of you.

“Y/N is trying to convince me to go get a tattoo with her right now,” Nico tells everyone, earning a collection of shocked faces.

“You two? Getting matching tattoos?” Dawson asks, looking between the two of you.

“They don’t have to be completely matching. Just something to make us think of this moment. This summer,” you explain. “We could all get one, actually. As a group!”

“You’re out of your mind if you think any of us are getting tattoos right now,” Jack speaks up, not scared to call you out on your stupid ideas.

“I don’t think it’s that crazy of an idea. It could be fun,” Nico surprises everyone.

“Cap, are you serious? You’re thinking about going and getting a tattoo right now?” Alex questions.

“I’ve been thinking about getting another one for awhile now, so why not right now? Like she said, it’s a good summer memory, Holtzy” Nico shrugs, sounding like he’s made up his mind.

“Of course you would agree to get a matching tattoo with her. You guys are practically attached at the hip anyways,” Dawson says, causing both you and Nico to flush a light shade of pink. “You guys go have your fun, get matching tattoos, but we’ll be eating ice cream, loving the taste of no regrets,” Dawson gives up the fight.

“Just…don’t get each other’s names on your foreheads,” Jack says, shaking his head as he walks away.

Dawson and Alex follow Jack, grumbling about how they can’t believe you’re actually going to do this. Alex slides in a “at least ask her on a date first, cap” as he walks away, Nico praying you didn’t hear the comment.

You turn towards Nico, holding your hand out. “You ready?”

He takes your hand, letting you pull him into the tattoo shop’s open door. “Let’s go get tattoos together.”

An hour later, you and Nico walked out with two fresh wounds on your ankles.

Both of your tattoos were so small you truly had to look for them to notice them. You had ended up getting tattoos that were technically matching, but could have meaning on their own, too. The artist had laid out a bunch of stencils she had ready to go, letting you pick from the pile which ones you wanted. You had found a small heart with devil horns, pointing it out to Nico and jokingly suggested he get it to show his Devils heritage. At almost the exact same time, his eyes landed on a small heart with a halo over it, his eyes lighting up.

He had agreed to get the devil one only if you got the matching angel one. So, twenty minutes later, the stencils were placed and you both sat on the table as two different artists tattooed you simultaneously.

The rest of your small group teased the two of you about it for the rest of the summer. After Nico left at the end of that month, the conversation shifted from teasing about the tattoos, to teasing about when the two of you were finally going to admit your feelings to each other. You waved off their words, sticking to your explanation of you two being just friends, but they didn’t let you forget that, in their words, you ‘basically branded’ their captain.

When Nico arrived home, Nina immediately clocked the small tattoo on her brother’s leg, questioning him about it. He told her it was just a last-minute decision, something to do after the season was over, not wanting to hear any nagging about how irresponsible it was that he let a girl he was even dating talk him into getting a matching tattoo. But, when Nina saw your Instagram post at the end of the summer, the very last picture showcasing a small, familiar looking angel tattoo, she barged into Nico’s bedroom, demanding answers.

“Nico, you better explain to me what the hell is going on here, because last time we spoke you hadn’t even told her you have feelings for her yet,” Nina interrogated Nico in their native language.

“Yeah…well that hasn’t really changed. Just…haven’t found the chance yet,” he avoids talking about the tattoo, choosing to talk about the other half of her question.

“Well after this, what the hell are you waiting for?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. What if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if she moves back home after she graduates next year and just leaves me behind?” Nico voices his fears to his older sister.

“Nico, she asked you to get matching tattoos. There’s no way she doesn’t feel the same way as you. I haven’t even fully met the girl, only having talked to her on your facetime calls, and I can see that she’s head over heels for you,” Nina encourages Nico, causing a warm feeling in his chest at his sister’s words.

“Well, when you put it that way…” Nico trails off, thinking about the events of this summer in full. “You know what, you’re right. As soon as I get home, I’m telling her. What’s the harm? And if she doesn’t have feelings for me, well, at least we’ll always have tattoos together.”

[latriii]

✶ LET ME GO ( 가자 )

・ yang jungwon x f!reader ・friends/lovers to ..

・you, sunghoon, and jungwon were childhood friends until jungwon suddenly confesses to you and claims he wanted a private relationship while also being in contact with multiple people at once— knowing this, you decide to create a plan by using Sunghoon to move on but Jungwon wont let you.

・warning(s) .. 14+ FOR MATURE READERS, Jungwon is a dickhead, profanity, situationship relationship. They are toxic as HELLLLL. THIS WAS SO RUSHED IM SORRY!!!!!

・word count 1.7k ・Let me go — Daniel Caesar

Why wont you let me go?

“Seriously,” Your hands ran through your thick silky hair. Frustration expanded throughout your body as you leaned your back against the cold lockers behind you.

“Please Yn.” Jungwon’s body was trapping you from walking away. He had dragged you all the way to the boys locker-room to talk alone.

“Just let me go Jungwon.” You scoffed, trying to push him away but failed. He stood close to you, the heat of his body transferring to yours while you two locked eyes. The dim lights in the locker room revealed his desperation.

Ding, ding, ding.

The buzzing and sounds coming from his device caught both of your attention. Jungwon gaze shifted between you and his phone, he was getting so many notifications at once. You scoff at this, he’s begging you to take him back while still in contact with someone else.

“You keep wasting my time.” You gently pushed the boy back, separating your bodies. He kept his eyes on you, smoothly grabbing your arm and pulling you closer, nuzzling his face into yours.

“You keep coming back.” You feel a familiar sensation as he whispers these words, but you don’t move away. You knew you had a soft spot for him, you grew up together, been neighbors since forever, and your families were practically closer than you are with your real family.

“Just let me go.” You softly said, his grip on you tightened as an act of desperation. “Jungwon, you’ll see me later anyway.” You internally rolled your eyes, trying to step back— just to be met with the same lockers again.

“Yeah but our parents will be there. I don’t want my moms best friend thinking im in a relationship with her daughter.” Jungwon relaxes his grip, though tightening it slightly again for emphasis.

“What’s your problem? You want us to be together yet you still want to hide it from everyone?” Jungwon looks away for a second, before sighing heavily and finally letting you go.

It’s nearly 2 in the afternoon and you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of Jungwon’s car. You hadn’t said much during the drive, the only sound being music from the radio.

You stare out the window as Jungwon glanced at you every few moments. He had one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other rested in your hands.

You felt defeated. You told yourself you weren’t going to speak to him for the whole day, even if it meant ignoring him in front of your families.

But you couldn’t do it.

“We’re here.” Jungwon said, pulling his hand away from your grip, he got out his car and closed the door in your face before you could speak. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. You took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out of the car.

You both greeted your families once you got into his house, and then you both went your separate ways.

You went to go talk to your older brother Jay, while Jungwon went into his room. You forced a smile on your face as you talked with him, when suddenly, you felt someone’s presence behind you.

“Sunghoon long time no see.” Jay gently pushed you aside as he dapped up the boy behind you. You felt a wave of emotions wash over you, from confusion to excitement, as you watched the pair exchange words.

Sunghoon’s eyes shifted to you, its been two years since you last saw him, and you felt like you were frozen in your spot, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“You still are beautiful, you know that?” Sunghoon pulled you in for a hug as your face dug into his chest, inhaling his cologne.

“Can I have a moment with Sunghoon?” A voice spoke from behind you. You turned to a not so happy Jungwon. His eyes shifted between the two of you, a scowl clear on his face.

Sunghoon nodded. You stood there alone as you watched the two walk into Jungwon’s bedroom, leaving you to ponder on the past.

And for the rest of the night, you hadn’t talked nor seen the both of them. So you left early while your parents stayed to party.

You roll over in bed, scrolling through your playlist. None of these songs stood out to you except for Daniel Caesars ‘Let me go.’

You closed your eyes, letting the lyrics wash over you. You were years deep into your thought; you wanted Jungwon to be your boyfriend but you knew he wasn’t for it even though he was the one who wanted to even start the relationship.

it hurt your heart just thinking about it. You also knew you had to let it go. You were only hurting yourself in the end.

Your music suddenly stopped and your phone started buzzing. You glance at the device, noticing a call from the contact ‘Jungwon <3’ highlighted on your phone.

You ignore it. You didn’t need his energy tonight. But, deep down you knew that you wanted to answer.

You sat up, laying your back against your bed frame as you search up his contact just to receive a text from him.

Jungwon <3 : pick up your phone.

Me : dude wtf

Jungwon<3: look out your window.

Curiosity ran through your body. The last time he told you to look out your window was the day he confessed to you.

You get up from your bed as you made your way to your window. You and jungwon’s bedrooms were right across from one another.

There he stood, holding up a sign that wrote ‘Forgive me’ but what stood out was the small writing in the corner that said; ‘And dont get with Sunghoon’

You rolled your eyes as Jungwon sent you a cheeky smile from behind his sign.

You just flipped him off and closed your curtains.

You didn’t even think about getting with Sunghoon, but now that he said that, thats all you were thinking about. So with that, you shoot Sunghoon a text.

Me: are you coming back to our school?

Sunghoon: late night text? miss me already?

Me: shutup and answer me

Sunghoon: yes, ill be there monday

This is where your not so good plan against Jungwon began.

Day one was stressful, you needed to find Sunghoon but all you saw was Jungwon’s arms wrapped around Minji’s shoulders as they walked to class together.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of the two but you just kept searching for Sunghoon nonetheless. You desperately needed Jungwon to see you two together.

“Dude this is starting to stress me out.” You stuffed a handful of chips into your mouth and chewed on them aggressively.

“Relax on the chips.” Riki chuckled, “And you still didn’t tell me what you’re trying to do.”

“Im trying to find Sunghoon.” You huffed out.

“Why? isn’t he in Japan?” Riki shot you a dumbfounded expression, as he mindlessly scrolled on his phone.

“No, that’s Keita.”

“Oh yeah, wait. Sunghoon is back?” You nodded, still on search for the mentioned boy. You even squinted your eyes but no luck.

Riki raised a brow. “So you’re just not going to tell me.”

“Just know I have a brilliant plan.”

Day two was definitely better. You actually found Sunghoon roaming around school with Jake and Sunoo.

“Sunghoon!” You gently grabbed his arm, he turned towards you. He gave you a soft smile while also having confusion swarming his facial expression.

“Can I talk to you. Privately.” You tilted your head, tugging on his arm.

“Sure.” You smile— wrapping your arm around his, dragging him your next class which you had with Jungwon.

“You look good.” Sunghoon spoke as you gently got pushed back against the wall, attracting eyes but you payed no mind. You were focused on Sunghoon.

Where did this boldness come from? You’ve known Sunghoon your whole life and suddenly he moved to Busan for two years and comes back as a new man.

“You’re quite bold today.” You look up at the boy as he returned a smirk.

“I know.”

You didn’t see Jungwon until you walked into class, but you didn’t care. You saw a whole new side of Sunghoon and suddenly your plan to use Sunghoon as revenge disappeared. You wanted him now.

You assumed that Jungwon hadn’t seen you but oh boy were you wrong. You scrolled through your phone when you received what seemed like millions of texts from Jungwon.

Jungwon<3: whats your problem

Jungwon<3: are you really getting with sunghoon?

Jungwon<3: hello?

Jungwon<3: im coming over

Me: stop

“Yn! Jungwon’s here to see you.” You heard your mom yell from the first floor, you quickly jump up from your bed and rushed over to open your door to be met with Jungwon.

He was hovering over you, he was visibly angry. His deep brown locks rested above his beautifully shaped cat like eyes as they stared down at you. His dimple deeper than ever from him sucking the inside of his cheek. His eyes were fixated on you and only you.

“Jungwon.” You put your hands on his chest, he simply ignored you— making his way into your room and closing the door behind him.

“Why are you flirting with Sunghoon out in the open.” The boy crossed his arms.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Why do you care?”

“Because you’re mine?” Jungwon spat out.

“Oh and Minji’s not?” You snapped back. “Why do you keep doing this to me. You say you don’t want a relationship with me but you keep getting in the way whenever I move on!”

Silence filled the room, Jungwon looked down as the grip around his own arms tightened.

“You know what, I’m done.” You grab jungwon’s arm and forcefully dragged him out your room and down the stairs then out your front door.

“Yn wait.” Jungwon held onto your arms, but you yank them away. You really were done with him.

You had a plan and it worked. But now you just wanted peace and this was your first step to it.

Confrontation.

“No, im sick of this. Just let me go.”

✶ LATRII | 2O23. do not copy or plagiarize any of my work.

[babytarttdoodoo]

Can you write one of Jamie showing up to training sick and the team has to convince him to go home? Then someone takes him home (I want it to be Roy even though Roy probably shouldn't leave training when he's in charge for Roy/Jamie shipping reasons, but all the lads wanting to care of him would also be nice)

Who needs realism when we can have fluff? I went a bit off script but I hope you still enjoy it.

Thank you for the prompt!

(Prompt Fill Masterpost)

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Isaac was generally the first player to arrive for training at Nelson Road. He tried to set a good example, being captain and all that.

Jamie, despite living closer to the grounds than most, usually strolled in with less than 10 minutes left to get changed and out on the field.

It used to annoy members of the team, Isaac included. These days, he knew that Jamie and Roy had extra early workout sessions together and that Jamie was just genuinely awful at managing his time in the mornings. It was fine - he never held anyone else up.

But it was therefore extremely surprising to find him in the locker room a full hour before training was due to start, dressed to play and slumped halfway into his cubby.

“Alright, bruv?” Isaac gave him a cautious nod and dropped his stuff at his section of the bench. “What are you doing here?”

Jamie was slow to answer, blinking bleary eyes at Isaac and apparently needing a minute to take in the question.

He sniffed. “... training, innit?”

“Yeah…” Isaac affirmed, frowning at his rough voice and general dishevelled state. “Don’t normally see you this early, though.”

Jamie hummed and nodded like that was a fair observation.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Well, that probably went some way to explaining the state of him. There were dark smudges under Jamie’s eyes and his hair, rather than carefully styled in the swept-back quiff he’d taken to lately, hung limp and unkempt over his forehead.

He looked kind of terrible, actually.

Roy wouldn’t have let him come in if there was anything seriously wrong, though. That much, Isaac was sure of.

He hadn’t been overly surprised when the pair had told the team they were together. There had always been a weird level of intensity between the two and more than one person over the years had quietly speculated that at least some of it was down to sexual tension.

Any worries about how it would affect team dynamics had simmered down quick enough, too. If anything, they both seemed to overcompensate at work to make sure they couldn’t be accused of dropping the ball, so to speak.

But they did obviously spend their mornings together, training or otherwise, even if they arrived on different schedules. And though Roy was still hard on Jamie as a coach, he was also exceedingly protective as a boyfriend.

If something more than a bad night’s sleep were at play, he would have insisted Jamie stayed home.

Still, Isaac kept a careful eye and ear out while he went through his routine of getting ready. It probably wouldn’t be the worst thing for Jamie to fall asleep where he sat and get a quick nap in, but it was best to be ready to catch him if he toppled off the bench in the process.

Dani was the next to arrive, far too perky for the early hour and seemingly not phased by Jamie’s presence. His smile did dim at the lack of response to his bright greeting but Isaac caught his eye and gestured for him to keep it down a bit.

The message was received and passed on through silent glances and elaborate head tilts as more players filtered in, a collective effort to let Jamie close his eyes and snooze overriding the usual rambunctious atmosphere. Isaac was very proud.

Nate was the first of the coaching staff to arrive. He looked confused at the lack of rabble in the room and his gaze followed everyone else’s to see Jamie snoring softly. They all shushed him frantically when he opened his mouth to clearly try and rouse him.

Isaac, Sam and Colin beckoned him over to the other side of the room.

“What’s up with Jamie?” he asked quietly, looking between them.

“Just said he didn’t sleep well.” Isaac shrugged. “He was in before me. Seemed kind of out of it.”

“He doesn’t look alright.” Colin put in, frowning over at their pale and sleeping teammate.

“Have you heard from Roy today?” Sam asked Nate, worry pinching the corners of his eyes. “He must know if something is wrong.”

“I haven’t.” Nate checked his phone but shook his head. “No, nothing. They don’t always come in together, though.”

“But they train in the mornings.” Dani whisper-shouted from his end of the bench, clearly listening in and echoing Isaac’s own thought processes from earlier.

“It could be that Jamie did not sleep because they had a fight…?” Richard ventured reluctantly, holding up his hands in defence when the room hissed at him in disgust. “Just a suggestion!”

“If Jamie were angry or upset, he would be running laps or sulking, not sleeping.” Sam pointed out.

“And they wouldn’t bring that shit into work.” Isaac stated with surety.

Nate looked back at Jamie and checked the time on his watch.

“We’ll need to wake him up soon and make sure he’s okay. He can’t just sleep in here all day.” He peered over into the coaches’ office and looked relieved to see movement. “I think Beard’s arrived - I’ll go see if he’s got any ideas.”

The air of respectful quiet had shifted to uncertain worry as everyone started to question, internally or amongst themselves, exactly why Jamie was so exhausted. He didn’t have the best track record with open communication when something was wrong.

Could there be something up between him and Roy?

As if on cue, their manager stalked into the locker room and was immediately taken aback by the subdued environment. He stopped dead in the doorway and scowled.

“What the fuck’s up with you lot?”

“Roy?” Jamie stirred and opened his eyes to a squint in search of the familiar voice. Roy’s head immediately snapped to the side and took in Jamie’s half-reclined form.

“You look like shit.” Only years of experience let Isaac pick up on the surprise and concern in Roy’s voice. Vague worries about trouble in paradise dissipated immediately.

Jamie - predictably - pouted up at him. “‘S not nice.”

The slurred speech sent Roy’s eyebrows flying up in alarm and his emotions suddenly became a lot more visible to the untrained eye. He quickly pressed the back of his hand against Jamie’s forehead, cursing quietly at whatever he felt there.

“Fucking hell, Jamie. You could have called me.”

“Were you not together?” Sam asked, now also clearly edging back towards distress. Nate and Beard emerged from the office at the new wave of commotion.

Roy shook his head. “No. Phoebe’s been staying at mine while she’s off school with the flu. Told this idiot to go home last night and get some proper sleep.”

He sighed and, despite his harsh words, gently smoothed back Jamie’s hair.

“You’re supposed to tell someone when you catch the plague, you muppet.”

Jamie just whined pitifully and leaned into the contact so hard he almost slumped right off the bench. Half the team jolted in place with aborted attempts to catch him.

Roy was right there, though, and easily tipped him back to a safe sitting position, grip steady.

“Alright, prima donna. Let’s get you home.” He looked over to Nate and Beard. “You two good to get things started? I can be back in an hour or two.”

“Take your time.” Beard gave him a firm nod and Nate mumbled his agreement, brow furrowed at the scene. “We got this.”

Declan swept in to help pack up Jamie’s things as Roy cajoled him to his feet and slid an arm around his waist to keep him upright. He accepted the duffle bag with a grateful grunt and started shuffling his boyfriend towards the exit.

“Let us know if you need anything, yeah?” Isaac demanded when they were finally underway.

Roy looked back over his shoulder and half-smiled at the room of worried eyes staring back at him. “Will do, captain. Keep an eye on the rest of them for me.”

[sunshine-theseus]

Follow | Alex Chidiac x Reader

Word count: 2.3k Summary: you hate Alex Chidiac. Until you don’t Warnings: angst, fluff, I swear I’ll try to do non-angsty stuff soon this is for @charligrantismygirlfriend - feel free to send requests

Alexandra Chidiac made me want to rip my hair out and simultaneously smash my lips against her own. She was just so full of herself and insulting and… extremely beautiful and funny. But she had a way of making me despise her without even trying.

And it seemed that wherever I went, she would follow.

The first time we’d played together outside The Matildas was in Madrid.

In the 2017/18 January transfer window, I moved from Perth Glory to play for Atletico Madrid. 7 months later and Alex was sat in the cubby next to me in the locker room, telling jokes and connecting with the team, something I’d been struggling with despite having been there significantly longer and being able to speak Spanish.

During my time at Atletico, I had become reserved and preferred to stick to only going between my house and the training grounds, even if asked to join for celebrations or team bonding. It’s when I began to hate Alex.

Then during Covid, I’d decided to move back to Australia. Melbourne City had been the closest club to my hometown that had made an offer, so I packed my bags and went back to Australia. How I’d missed the news that Alex was moving there too was beyond me, but I found myself in a similar situation as Madrid. I was excited to play with some girls I was already friends with and have people to spend time with between quarantine and games. But Alex had managed to capture everyone’s attention again. The friends I had, began to rush over to Alex instead of me and I’d be left desperately searching for a partner in warmups because they wanted to be around her.

Then she was put on loan to Melbourne Victory for the next few years and I managed to escape her presence outside of National camps and games for a while. People liked to ask why I avoided her so much, especially Tony and Sam, because “getting along with the whole team is important”. I never really had an answer.

It was really only toward the end of the World Cup that the ‘rivalry’, as I so graciously named it, began actually affecting my game play and the team as a whole.

Alex and I were paired up for some exercises, but I was stubborn. She was so annoying.

So stupid, so rude, so pretty, her smile was so bright. I don’t understand why I have a crush on someone I despise so deeply.

So, while doing some passing and skill practice, I found myself playing and passing harsher than required as Alex made small comments about my abilities. And when Alex made a joke about it to Kyra and Mini who were next to us, both of whom told me off and to get over my issues with Alex, I’d made the decision I was done.

“Do you get off on making me feel shit?” I approach Alex, my finger poking her chest.

“Do you enjoy making sure I’m alone wherever I go? Did I do something to you 6 years ago that I’m unaware of that made you feel like you had to take everyone from my life?” I could feel 36 pairs of eyes on me. Have the whole crew always sat out with us?

I don’t get much time to think about it.

“Me?! You’re the one who’s always been in some fucking mood with me. Ever since Madrid you’ve just ignored any situation where I’m around. You hate me for no reason!”

“I only ignore you because you isolate me from every single team we’re on together. You show up and take my friends away from me and then have the audacity to shit talk my playing ability while I’m right in front of you but of course I’m the bad guy here. I’ll always be the bad guy!”

I then sarcastically add, “Oh and thank you Kyra and Mini for standing up for me. It’s really appreciated”. They look at the ground.

“Maybe I wouldn’t say that shit if you didn’t let your unwarranted emotions take a hold of you. You’re sloppy.” My arm is swinging before I can think of any consequences, but it’s caught midair, and I notice the familiar ‘20’ and kangaroo tattoos adoring my captain’s fingers.

“Let’s take a fucking walk.” I’m about to protest, say that Alex deserves to have a talking to as well, but Sam starts pushing me towards the tunnel before I can get anything out.

“Dude what the fuck is going through your head. I’ve known you for 7 years and you’ve never done anything like this.” I shrug in response.

“We play England tomorrow, and you’re a consistent starter, but if you and Alex are going to squabble like this and jeopardise us as a team, you might be benched for the rest of the cup.”

“You’re fucking kidding me. Sam you can’t do that!” We’ve reached the locker room.

“Y/n, you nearly punched Alex. I might be your friend but right now I’m you’re captain. I have to do what is best for the team.”

“Yeah… right… maybe I should head back to the hotel. It’s probably best I take a break.” Sam sighs and pulls me into a hug.

“I know you feel alone and that we’re against you, but I promise we aren’t. I’m going to talk to Alex with Tony. She’ll probably be sent back with you. You should talk, like adults and teammates. If you show that you won’t be distracted tomorrow, I’ll talk to Tony about subbing you on at half time or something. I do wish you’d mentioned how you feel earlier. Like years ago, earlier.” I simply nod.

“Thanks Sammy. I really am sorry for today. The team didn’t deserve that.”

Sam pats my back before going back down the tunnel and onto the pitch to talk to Alex and Tony, leaving me to get changed and get an uber back to the hotel.

~~~~~

It’s only about 40 minutes after I get to mine and Sam’s room at the hotel that I hear a knocking on the door. At first, I think it’s someone who has the wrong room, but they don’t stop knocking and soon I’m groaning as I drag my sock clad feet to the door to look through the peep hole. And there stands a slightly distorted Alex Chidiac who seems awfully nervous as she looks up and down the hallway.

“I know you’re in there Y/n! You know Sam said we have to talk so let’s talk.”

 She goes to knock again but I’m already swinging the door open.

“Yeah whatever let’s get it over with.” We move to sit down on the two beds facing each other.

It’s silent for a moment and neither of us look at the other, fiddling with our hands and the bed sheets. Alex is the first to break the silence.

“I don’t understand why you hate me so much or why you think I’m trying to turn people against you. I was super excited to join you in Madrid in 2018, to have someone I already knew, but you were always so cold.”

How do you tell someone after 6 years that you started hating them because you were jealous? That it took you 7 months to even feel comfortable at the club, just for it to be stripped away within the first week of them joining.

“I hate you because everyone loves you so much!” she gives me a confused look.

“I mean, it took me months to start fitting in at Atletico and you just swooped in and made everyone adore you and they stopped even trying to talk to me. And then when you followed me to City, all my friends I already had, dropped me to follow you around like lost puppies. I spent years alone because you were Ms Perfect to everyone, and I wasn’t social enough or carefree or noticeable or funny. Sam was all I had, and she wasn’t even really there. I don’t know.” I rub at my eyes to stop the tears that are inevitably forming behind them.

“And then you made those comments today and Kyra and Kat said nothing to defend me, they told me to get over it, and that was it for me. If I always have to be the bad guy in everyone’s story, I’ll be the bad guy”.

Alex reaches for my hand and I don’t pull back.

“I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I-” she pauses and seems to contemplate what she says next.

“What?”

“I followed you to Madrid and Melbourne because I liked you. I wanted to be with you, get to know you better. But after that year in Melbourne is seemed clear you hated me so I signed with JEF and went on loan to Victory.”

“Y- you liked me?”

“Well, it was hard not to. I still do. It was hard seeing you be so kind to everyone else, every time you played you looked so angelic, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’m sorry I made you feel like you were the bad guy. I should have talked to you about it all when we were in Madrid.”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me. Please. I like you too. Like so much and I’m sorry for being so horrible and cold to y-” I’m cut off my Alex, who pulls me up and grabs my face.

She’s significantly shorter than me so I have to lean down but I kiss her, hard.

“I’d say we talked enough to please Sam and Tony, right?” she whispers against my lips as my thumb traces the light freckles on her cheeks.

“Absolutely.”

She waists no time on pulling me down on the bed and as we giggle, cuddle and kiss, we loose track of time.

Before I know it, Sam is bursting through the door.

“I’m baaack you better have talked to Chi- o…h” she stumbles over her own bag as she sees Alex curled up against me, now fast asleep, as I trace shapes on her arm.

“Ok I know I said you gotta work it out, but this isn’t what I meant.” She plops down on her bed.

“Y-  yeah I wasn’t expecting it but she has a way with words.”

“Two hours ago her ‘way with words’ made you try to punch her in the face.”

“Yeah well, things changed.”

“Stay right there! I’m taking a picture to send to the group chat.”

“What!? Sam no!”

“Oh no not the team group chat” I sigh in relief. “The one with Kristie, E.V.E and Kate (emily’s wife)”

“SAM NO!” I try to slide my arm out from under Alex to grab Sam’s phone but it’s a worthless cause when the familiar sound of a message being sent is heard.

“I’m going to kill you when Alex wakes up.”

“Yuh huh ok. I’m going to call Kristie.”

“Tell her I say hi! And I hope Sammy M is doing well.”

~~~~~

Four days pass. We got knocked out by England and Sweden, finishing fourth overall in the World Cup. We all sat on the field as we watched Sweden get their bronze medals, I held Alex close to my side as I held Sam’s hand. We keep getting so close before a medal is ripped right from our grasp and we were all beginning to get tired of it, but Sam was taking it the hardest.

“I’m so proud of you Sammy. You weren’t even sure you’d get to play at the start, but you came back and lead us this far. We’re going to get to the Olympics and win the whole fucking thing.” She kisses me on the head before getting up to hug some of the girls before trying to find Kristie and her family in the crowd.

“I’m proud of you too.” I hear Alex whisper beside me.

I pull her up and hug her tight.

“I’ll always be proud of you too Al.”

I know there is a camera next to us but I kiss her anyway. Now I have her, I won’t let go of her any time soon.

~~~~~

Alex and I spend some time alone over the short rest of our break, only going between the beach that she unreasonably hated, and her apartment. We’d met up with Sam and Kristie for a sort of double date, before they both left to America for Sam’s birthday, and bid farewell to all the other girls who had to fly back to their respective clubs.

It was my last day before I had to fly back to my club. I’d been cooking dinner for a rather helpless Alex when her arms wrapped around my waist.

“I’m going to miss you so much when you leave.” She groans as she peppers kisses across my back.

I think I feel a hint of a smile on her lips but decide not to think too far into it.

“I’m going to miss you too. Especially your lips. And your cute freckles. And you’re pretty green eyes. Every. Single. Thing.” I peck her lips after each sentence.

“I promise to call every day.” I let out a hum.

“You can barely remember to have breakfast.”

“Hey! For you I’ll remember anything.” I just smile and kiss her once more.

Tomorrow I’d have to say goodbye, unable to see her for months on end.

~~~~~

“You’re fucking kidding me!” is yelled across the Tigres locker room as our late transfer walks through the door.

It’s non other than Alexandra Chidiac. My girlfriend who I thought I’d left behind to continue out her loan for Melbourne Victory after the world cup.

She won’t stop fucking following me.

[warping-realities]

A Better Work Environment

Timothy couldn't help but smile at the last photo that Luke, his only source of torment at his job, posted on Instagram.

Anyone could imagine that the cause of Timothy's suffering would be some kind of aggressive behavior by Luke towards his colleague. Not that he wasn't used to being bullied, when you are skinny as a stick, in addition to being a certified nerd, the teasing and aggression were just another part of the package. No, the problem wasn't that Luke was violent, on the contrary, he was an extremely friendly guy, even though his posts showing off at the gym conveyed a different information. Too friendly, was what Timothy would say.

The truth is that Luke didn't fit in, it was ironic for such a thought to come from someone like Timothy who for most of his life had been part of the outcast group. But it turns out that in that job, a tech startup, Timothy was just one of the guys, while Luke was the outsider. But since he was the brother of the wife of one of the founders, Timothy and his colleagues were forced to put up with his irritating presence.

Turns out it wasn't just the fact that he didn't fit in with the work environment, or the fact that he barely knew what he was doing, getting in the way of everyone else's work, or the fact that he couldn't even follow the dress code of the company, as simple as it was. How could someone not wear the same gray T-shirt every day? And on top of that, showing up to work in the sweaty tank top he wore to the gym! Worst off all, he stank!!! That masculine scent of virility that makes Timothy…very irritable. But that still wasn't the biggest problem. The biggest problem was the fact that the idiot had decided they were friends! Friends! How was that possible if they had nothing in common? Not that the big asshole cared, spouting off stories about his gym workouts,the basketball season, weekend outings with his equally limited friends, and the endless string of women he bedded... extremely infuriating!

But that ended today, if Timothy would be forced to live with Luke, then let be a version he could have an affinity with. It had taken a long time, but he had finally gotten his father to hand him the Reality Warper, an ancient artifact with the ability to reset everything about the person it applied its power to. That particular object had been in his family's possession for generations and could only be used once by one person to impose his will on another and on that person's reality. Timothy's father relented after realizing the truth. Behind all that anger, his son was clearly in love with the other man, although he didn't have the courage to admit it.

So, sitting on a bench in the company locker room, Timothy waited with a smile on his face for his prey to arrive.

….

Timothy smelled him, before he saw his arrival, male sweat mixed with spray deodorant, it was unmistakable.

“Hello, Lucas” he said, widening his smile when he saw his objective in front of him.

Completely inappropriately dressed in a bright blue tank top and sweatpants, not realizing that soon his entire reality would be reset, Luke smiled back.

“Yo, Tim, my Bro, Whats Up?” He responds by raising his arm to give a fist bump and inadvertentrly coming into contact with the small metallic disc that Timothy was holding in his hand.

“What's going on, Lucas my dear, is that you and I are going to have a conversation, a life change conversation, I would say. Take off your shirt and sit down.”

Losing control of his body, Luke found himself forced to sit across from Timothy, the smile fading from his face.

“Tim, what's going ….? He started to say, quickly being interrupted.

“Hush, there is no need for you to speak.”

"Hmmm" mumbled Luke, his lips suddenly pressed together.

"Much better isn't it?" Timothy said, the smile on his face widening.

“You don't know how long I've waited for this moment Lucas. No more stupid conversations, no more dumb jokes, no more talk about women, no more inappropiete clothes , no more foul smell in the room!”

He concluded, releasing everything he had kept inside himself during all the time working with the other man. Placing the small metallic device at Luke's feet and thus starting an irreversible process. Quickly the small disk expanded surrounding him on all sides. Not knowing what to expect and praying for divine help that would never come, Luke closed his eyes.

Timothy carefully observed the structure that formed around his colleague, a giant vault, almost like a metallic cocoon. With its front part restructuring as if it were made of some kind of liquid metal, before solidifying again, featuring the carved image of a bearded man on its surface. Which made him think that maybe the object wasn't an ancient relic but a very advanced piece of technology from somewhere else. While his mind wandered between the possibilities of alternative realities, time travel or ancient alien civilizations, the "cocoon" changed again, now showing the carved image of a beardless man with glasses.

After a few more seconds, the surface of the structure became solid and smooth again, then the walls retracted as the reality warper returned to assume its unsuspected form. Thus revealing a completely different man in Luke's place. The toned physique revealed that this was someone who still exercised, but not someone who treated the gym as the most important thing in his life. The clean-shaven face and thick glasses combined with a shy smile gave off a dorky vibe, which was completed when the young man spoke in a nasal voice:

“Sorry, Timothy what did you say?”

Timothy was speechless, before him was his ideal man!

“Timothy? I'm sorry, but if you don't mind, I'd like to take a shower. I'm smelling bad after the gym, I hate that feeling” Said the new Luke taking off his glasses and getting ready to take a shower.

"Lucas?"

"Yes?"

"Before you take your shower, there's something I need you to do." Said Timothy approaching his colleague.

“Of course, just ask.”

“I want a kiss from my sweaty boyfriend.” He said smiling.

“But I stink, I thought you were disgusted by it.”

"Right now I don't care, Lucas."

Smiling back at his boyfriend, Lucas walked over to Timothy and gave him a long, passionate kiss.

….

Timothy's life had completely changed. Lucas was a diligent co-worker with an engineering degree and advanced calculus skills, always completing his assignments with agility and even helping Timothy complete his on occasion. In addition the two spent their free time animatedly debating a wide variety of subjects, from expectations for the Doctor Who anniversary specials with the return of David Tennant and Russell T Davies, or whether Guardians of The Galaxy Vol. 3 would be the last Marvel's movie with a soul, or what to expect from James Gunn's work ahead of DC films.

Timothy even allowed himself to be convinced to go to the gym with his boyfriend a few times a week and started a much more appropriate diet under Lucas's influence, which resulted in the gain of some muscles and a much healthier appearance. Not to mention their sexual activity, they might be a couple of nerds, but that didn't mean they were celibate, their neighbors would reveal just the opposite if anyone asked them.

Now they were both in line at the movie theater waiting to watch the new Indiana Jones movie. Timothy wearing a black T-shirt with a geek pun and Lucas the company's gray T-shirt.

“Babe, you could have at least put on another shirt.” Timothy said to his boyfriend.

“Timothy, you know our work is the most important thing in my life besides you. I wear this shirt everywhere with the utmost pride.”

Apparently some things not even a reality modifier device could completely change. Luke's love for the gym morphed into Lucas' love for his work. But Timothy would never complain about that, he got a fantastic boyfriend, a great co-worker and a much better work environment!

[wolfxplush]

Darker Max Headcanons

PLEASE READ: The following contains sensitive material such as self harm, obsessive behavior, stalking, and delusion. Max is a mentally ill individual, please be warned before reading!

Max’s obsession with Gary runs deep, far beyond simple admiration or fixation. His mind warps Gary into a symbol of everything he wishes he could be, and the gulf between their lives drives Max to dark places.

•Max keeps a hidden shrine to Gary in his room—a collection of photos, stolen belongings, and even a piece of Gary’s discarded homework. It's meticulously organized, and Max spends hours arranging and rearranging it, sometimes talking to the shrine as if Gary could hear him.

•Max blames himself for not being worthy of Gary’s attention. He fixates on every perceived flaw, every awkward interaction or missed chance to be near Gary, and uses self-harm as a way to “purify” himself. Each cut or burn is, in Max’s twisted logic, a way to bleed out his inadequacies. He believes that by punishing himself, he’ll become closer to Gary’s perfection. He often marks his skin with Gary’s initials, creating scars that he wears as a reminder of his devotion.

•Max’s obsession turns darker in his fantasies, where he imagines taking full control of Gary’s life. He dreams about scenarios where Gary would be forced to rely on him completely—maybe if Gary were injured or sick, Max would be the only one who could care for him. These fantasies are soothing to Max because they create a world where Gary *needs* him. In these dreams, Max goes as far as thinking about hurting Gary just enough to make him vulnerable, then "saving" him.

•Max’s obsession is all-consuming, and his self-destructive behavior is fueled by his belief that Gary’s rejection—or even indifference—is his fault. He develops a ritual of sorts: whenever Gary acknowledges him in any small way, like a passing glance or shared air in a room, Max marks the moment with another self-inflicted wound. It’s as if each scar connects him to Gary in a physical way, making his body a map of every brief moment he thinks they’ve shared.

•Max is terrified of anyone else getting close to Gary. Every time he sees Gary laughing with friends or talking to someone else, it feels like a personal betrayal. Max internalizes this feeling, punishing himself even more harshly, as if he’s failed in some way. In his more unstable moments, Max fantasizes about getting rid of anyone who threatens his connection with Gary. While he hasn’t acted on these thoughts, the idea of erasing Gary’s distractions haunts the darker corners of his mind.

•Max has begun collecting clothes that resemble what Gary wears, even going so far as to steal a few items from Gary's locker. When he's alone in his room, he dresses in Gary's style, pretending to be him, looking in the mirror and mimicking his voice and gestures.

•Max has recreated entire moments from his past with Gary— times when they were in the same room, or shared the same class. He'll stage these moments alone, rehearsing Gary's lines, speaking them out loud as if Gary is actually there. Max fills in the gaps with fabricated memories, telling himself that Gary cared for him.

•After Pete officially left the trio Gary and Max had formed,Max views him as a traitor, believing he’s drifted away from Gary and their once-close bond. Max starts stalking Pete throughout the school day, always keeping his distance but never losing sight of him. In the hallways, Pete feels Max’s eyes on him, watching his every move, but when he turns around, Max is always just out of view. Max leaves subtle, disturbing signs of his presence—scratches on Pete’s locker, cryptic notes slipped into his textbooks, and objects in Pete’s backpack rearranged to show he’s been there. Max just wants them all back together again. Is that so much to ask for?

The scenarios here are all a work of fiction and character development.

[zmxchs]

Boss || D.L

Summary: Draco is the head Healer at St Mungo's. You are the new Mediwitch that Draco can not help but slowly fall for you. You being oblivious to it all. -Both characters are 23 years old. Astoria is affected by the blood curse much earlier in her life. -

Part 1- Word count: 1,121

Warnings: None, Fluff,Scorpius (if kids are a trigger for some)

Its your first day of working as a MediWitch at St Mungo. You have studied and worked hard for this job and you did not want to blow it.

As you step out the lift, shaking with nerves and a million thoughts racing in your head you bump into someone, papers and files flying around you.

So much for not embarrassing myself on my first day you think.

Without looking up at the person you fall to the ground and start gathering everything "I-i'm so s-sorry" you stutter out still gathering all the persons things.

You fell the presence drop to the floor across from you, gathering the belongings too. "Its quite alright dear" a deep, husky voice says.

This is when you finally decided to look up at the man that you pumped into. Shit. Your boss and a former classmate. Draco fucking Malfoy.

"M-Mr Malofy. I'm so sorry." You say again finally standing up, him doing the same. You hand him his papers and press down your skirt that had made its way up your legs. You did not catch Draco's eyes lingering on your bare legs before finally snapping out of it and speaking.

"Y/n Y/l/n. Well its been quite a while since I have seen your face." He states playfully, fixing his tie.

You and Draco were not friends at school but you weren't enemies. You would be paired up with him for projects and would be nice to each other at parties. But other than that you guys were apart of two different worlds. You were not one that was caught up in all the mess of the war. You kept your distance from others just due to the amount of losses that many faced during the two wars.

You could not help the blush that started to grow. Just like all the other girls at Hogwarts you fancied Draco when you two were at school. And you could not notice he was still very attractive, now even more than when at school. Then you caught the attention of the gold ring on his ring finger. Of course you idiot. He's married. You think to yourself.

"You could say that Mr. Malfoy" you responded to him formally, he was still your boss.

He looked at you and cocked a brow "Mr.Malfoy? 1. That is a horrid of a father and 2. Why so formal Y/n?" he asks confused.

"Well you are my boss now and this is a working environment, so I have to be polite." You state.

Thats when something dawns across his face "Miss. Y/l/n. The new MediWitch. I thought the name sounded like something i've had in my mouth before, but i could not figure it out for the life of me."

You merely nod, wanted to go and find your post, not wanted to be looked down for being late on your first day. He goes to walk away in the opposite direction of you to the lift and you start to move to the nurse's station.

Not even two steps away you hear him clear his throat and you turn around.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asks

You are beyond confused "To the nurse's station."

He lets out a little chuckle, "I see. Your orders were not passed down to you then. You will be assisting me on my rounds and appointments."

You look at him shocked "O-oh okay." you yet again stammer, still standing in your place.

He moves aside and motions for you to come into the lift "Come on don't wanna be late for our first rounds together" and with that you made your way into the lift next to him not daring to meet his face.

But due to your actions, you missed Draco looking down at you fondly.

--------------------

After two weeks of your job

"Good morning Draco" you say as making your presence known to the blonde wizard as you put your bag down in his office.

After a few days of working with Draco you started to leave his bag in his office instead of the locker room. There wasn't anything wrong with the locker room you just started you day in his office.

"Good morning Y/n. I'm thinking today will be a slow day so I believe we can stay in here and you can help me complete paper work before the weekend." He responds as he separates the paper work into two piles for the both of you to work on. You take a seat in front of him and grab the paper work to start on. "Yes sir" you say jokingly and he sends you a stern look while grinning.

You and Draco have fallen into a easy and comfortable dynamic. It was like you two's relationship back in school but closer now. You really enjoyed his company. After the war you didn't have much friends, and you didn't know if what you and Draco had was a friendship but you will continue to pretend that you guys are friends.

You two stayed in a comfortable silence for a while and the paper work was getting done much faster. It was Friday and it was usually slow, so Draco preferred to get the paper work done so you both could have a free weekend. Draco requested that you work along side him so your scheduled allowed you the weekend off, even though you did not mind working on weekends.

The day went by quite fast. You two finished all the paper work by noon had a few check ups that were scheduled, but luckily there wasn't any emergencies.

You were now back in Draco's office collecting your bag and ready to head off for the weekend. "Is there anything else you would like me to complete before heading off for the weekend Draco?" you ask because you truly did not want to want anything to do this weekend.

"No, it looks like everything has been completed, but I do have a question for you Y/n" he states and you send him a questioning look. "Tomorrow at 2 I am hosting a small get together for my son, Scorpio's 5th birthday and if you are free would like for you to be in attendance. If you want to of course."

This request truly did take you by surprise. Draco had told you a few stories about his son. And as the fact that you did not have any children yourself the invitation was a shock, but you did love children and free food.

"I do not have any plans, I will be there" you send him a smile and exit his office.

[itsohh]

One Blind Mouse

A/N: Female reader, eyyy look at me finishing this

Word count: 3188

Warnings: NSFT, smut, blindfolds

AO3 Part One Masterlist

This is what you had been waiting for. Three days. Three entire days she had been away from the base. But now? Now she was finally back. The aircraft slowly opened to reveal her and several other operatives. A bouncy but tired smile was on her face and when she saw your presence she gave you a small wave. That wave was short-lived when she slowly made her way down to her. In the presence of your superiors, you wouldn’t do anything but the tension would make it so much worse. “Hey, how was your one-on-one training with the squad?” Tina asked and started to walk towards the showers, you next to her.

“Your a dead one Tsang.” Your teeth were glued together as you spat at her. Her brows raised in surprise and walked a little faster.

“Do I get to know specifically why?” She didn’t seem all too worried about the situation.

“Yeah, you want to tell me how  Nøkk just happened to find out how I feel about her?” Tina stopped in her tracks and turned towards you. A guilty look had spread across her face. The jig was up.

“Look the pair of you felt the same about each other. There was no reason not to tell her. I’m your wingman.”

“No offence Tina but you're the last person to be someone's wingman. You don’t even care about relationships or people's love lives. Or gossip. Or, well, most things that aren't work.”

“Hey! I care about you. Your my friend and I wanted to see you happy. Speaking of being happy, if you know that I told Nøkk that means that she told you which also means that something happened?” Operatives walked passed the pair of you while you tapped your foot and rolled your head on your neck.

“Perhaps.”

“Nice. See, went all according to plan.”

“You had a plan?”

“Yeah, not as finely tuned as I had hoped but I understand that you have to let things like this feel natural. Anyway, so what happened?”

“Mmm, some things that aren’t exactly uh regulation.” She raised a brow at your statement and the pair of you started to walk again, all played up hostilities gone.

“Would you like to elaborate on that?”

“Come on Tina, you know what I mean.” She hummed while she worked but ultimately didn’t give you a proper answer. She was still waiting. “Fine, we are… together.” She gave you a massive grin and you lightly hit her with the back of your wrist. “But you have to keep it like on the down low. Just pretend the pair of us are good friends. An actual secret. Not like the shittily kept one with Yumiko and Jack.”

“Don’t worry, it's far easier to excuse two women hanging out. You will be fine.”

“I mean it's Nøkk, she's a secretive woman. She hasn’t said anything about it but like I can tell she doesn’t want anyone to know. Neither of us wants to be a liability for the other.”

“What about Harry? Or Elena? She’s pretty close with Elena. Perhaps this is something the pair of you two should talk about.” Tina had a big pause as the pair of you neared the locker room. “Or do the pair of you not manage to talk anymore?” She winked and you pushed her lightly into the room.

“Shut up and go take a shower. Your the worst.” You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance and Tina laughed, splitting away from you.

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At the end of the day, you found yourself at Nøkk’s door, Tina’s words circling in your mind. The door promptly opened and revealed your partner. She was out of her usual get-up, only in a baggy hood and jeans while her veil had been lazily put on under the hood. It was certainly a rushed job but concealed her identity nonetheless. “Hey.” Nøkk leaned on the doorframe.

“Mind if I come in, I wanna talk.” Nøkk flinched slightly at your words put pushed off the doorframe to grant you entry. Her room was a lot more detailed than you had originally thought it to be. Not the neatest but not very messy. Very lived in. A vase of flowers sat on her desk next to several different silencers. Nøkk’s bed was made but had creases from someone sitting on it.

“Make yourself at home.” There was a seriousness behind her voice and she gestured towards the free bed while she took the office chair that had been tucked into her desk. After following her physical instructions you sat on the bed with your hands in your lap.

“I want to talk about us.”

“Figured.”

“I just wanted to find out any ground rules, things I shouldn’t do. What you're comfortable with, you know with the whole identity thing and work. Stuff like that.”

“Oh.” Her voice was small before she let out a big sigh. “Oh! That's, yeah we can do that.” Your brows furrowed at her relieved state.

“What did you think I came to talk to you about?”

“You know, typically when someone says ‘we have to talk’ it normally gets followed by ‘it's not you, it's me’ or ‘we should see other people’.” Your mouth turned into an ‘o’ shape while your eyes became wide.

“I would be insane to break up with you. No, sorry. I, yeah now I think about it. That did sound pretty bad.” The sweet sound of her laugh came from behind her mask while her body relaxed at your words.

“Alright ground rules. I would prefer to keep this between the pair of us. I imagine a couple of operatives already know as supposedly the pair of us aren’t that very subtle.” She leaned back in the chair. “Most importantly, Harry, Sam and Taina know. For work's sake and compromisation. I don’t think Sam or Taina care but I imagine Harry will probably bring it up sometime.”

“Uhh, I’m not looking forward to that.”

“No?”

“That's awkward as hell Nøkk. It’s going to feel like I’m talking to like my mum.” She laughed.

“It’s not that bad, you know Harry is. He will be nice about it.”

“Still, ugh.” Nøkk was amused by your reluctance but moved on.

“In terms of not to do. The mask stays on. I would prefer if you don’t touch it but I know you can get a little lost when I’m down there.” Her words were light and playful and had a heat rise to your cheek at the memories. “As you probably figured out, I prefer to lead when it comes to intimacy. It’s just easier to go at the pace I like. If you're uncomfortable with anything though or want to stop just say ‘phone’.”

“Our safeword is phone?”

“We can go by  the traffic light system if you prefer.”

“Phone is fine, any story behind it?”

“Nothing makes you stop what your doing like a phone call.”

“I suppose so. Anything else?”

“Let me turn the light on.” The light was already on.

“What do you mean?” You gave her a confused look.

“When we spend the night together, in the morning my curtains block out any light so it will still be dark in here. Let me turn the light on when I’m ready.”

“That's going to be a hard habit to break. Especially when I’m half awake and not thinking but I will certainly try.”

“I slept very light and the lamp is on my side so I will be able to stop you.” She stood up from her chair and headed towards her wardrobe. “That being said, this does give me the perfect opportunity to test this out.” She hummed before she pulled out a little black box. She stood back up and placed it on her desk before she pulled out a long silky piece of fabric. “Remember what I said back then?” The fabric snapped twice as she pulled on it back and forth. “Mind if I get us a little more comfortable.”

“Go for it.” Her movements we slow and careful as she made her way over to the bed. It dipped under her weight and her knee made contact with yours while she sat next to you.

"Tell me if it's too tight or loose." Nøkk instructed as she wrapped the silk around your face. Your eyes fluttered close as it covered them and she secured it to your face. The tip of her finger tested the binding and you opened your eyes to see that it had completely cut off all vision. There wasn't even any light to peak through the bottom of it. "How's that?" Nøkks voice seemed slightly lower or perhaps you were just more aware of it.

"Good." Your fingers curled up in the fabric of her duvet and couldn't help but turn your head to hear better as she rustled about.

Contact came with your hand and you flinched slightly. Her movements were now so quiet. "It's just me." Her voice was soft and calm. There was a certain power imbalance with your blindness and while she loved it, Nøkk wanted to establish a level of trust. She wouldn't go any further until you had relaxed.

Her hand encased yours and slowly she directed it up until it made contact with her cool skin. A small hitch in your breath had the woman lightly chuckle under her breath while you started to explore her face. This was her boundary for now. Completely alert, any nervousness from your lack of vision soon faded while your hand lost itself on her face. Your free hand joined in the effect of mapping her face out but prioritised her hair instead.

"Short…" You mumbled from your mouth.

"Did you think it would be long?"

"I don't know, to be honest, I never thought about it. To me, your mask is your face." Your thumb brushed over her bottom lip and she used the opportunity to bite down on it. The bite wasn't particularly hard, just enough to trap your thumb. Her tongue started to lick at her prize and you couldn't help the heat that rushed to your face.

"Oh, the look on your face, little mouse." She giggled out and a second later she let go of your thumb and pushed your shoulders back onto the bed.

Sprayed out on her bed you couldn't see her mount you but you could feel her presence. Her knees touched the outside of your thighs while her hands pushed on the bed next to your head. "It must be my birthday." You could hear the grin in her voice seconds before her lips descended on yours.

Her lips tasted of strawberry gum, sweet and soft moulded against yours, tongue lapping against your own in what could only be described as pornographic kisses. You couldn't help but wonder if she always wore that black lipstick and if it had left any trace on you. Nøkks hands explored your body and found the bottom of your shirt. It was the only few seconds that you parted from each other so she could fling it somewhere else in her room.

Your bra was removed similarly to your shirt and soon her lips had latched onto one of your nipples while the other massaged your free breast. With your hand buried in her short hair. A light tug of her hair had her humming into your breast. Even though your eyes were covered, you couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut, lost in her touch.

Surrounded by darkness, she was your everything. Her scent filled the entire room but not in a way to be overpowering. Her touch, it demanding so much attention. Her voice, those small hums and happy sounds of delight made your blood race. “Pretty thing aren’t you?” Nøkk hummed out, her voice vibrating against your skin as she pressed kisses down your torso until she met the top of your pants.

Nøkk’s finger curled into your sweatpants and let go. The snap of the waistband had you jump slightly much to her delight. “Nøkk.” Your voice was a whine, one of impatience and the effect of her teases.

“Yes, dear?” Her voice was almost sing-song-like.

“Please.” Once again her touch snuck under your waistband and danced around the top.

“I’m not a mind reader.” She purred in your ear. Despite her words, she slowly pulled down your sweats and your underwear to expose the rest of you. Then she was gone. A deep breath of air escaped your lips and the cool air daunted your skin. Without your presence you slowly curled up slightly, your legs pressed together and to the side. They curved on the bed while one of your arms draped over your chest. A tuttering next to your head had you snap towards the sound where Nøkk brushed her knuckles over your cheek. "No hiding." She whispered only to disappear again.

The sudden contact of her bare hands on your thighs had you jump. Nøkk was a ghost in the room and she had finally decided when to appear. Settled in between your legs, she kissed the insides of your thighs before one of her slender fingers slipped between your already soaking folds. The finger only played between your folds enough for her finger to be covered in your arousal before it left.

There was the light sound of her sucking said finger in your mouth. Like someone testing the icing on a cake. A moment later, a cold plastic object made contact with your clit and just rested on it. "Ready?" You opened your mouth to answer her question but all sound died when she switched the wand on.

Nøkk adjusted its placement slightly and it was suddenly on that exact spot, right on the perfect place on your clit. An inhuman sound ripped from your mouth and your hand flew to her head which casually rest on your thigh. You could almost feel her eyes on you while the vibrations and movements from the wand worked you. Her free finger dipped inside of you rather lazily to coat her finger before she popped it in her mouth again.

"You know I never understood why people would take pictures during sex." Nøkk started, her voice rather casual but had a hint of playfulness behind it.

"Wh huh?" You mumbled out, head too lost in pleasure to properly think."

"Taking photos in sex. It's so risky, anyone could find it and why would you ever want anyone else to see your partner in such a state? But I understand now."

"Y-you do?"

"Mhmm. If I could preserve this image forever I would. My goddess spread out all for me. A piece of art honestly."

"Nøkk…" you gasped when two of her fingers penetrated you and slowly started to fuck you with them.

"Have you on every wall of my house. Then this one? Have it directly above my bed. One massive picture." Your hand burrowed itself in her hair and you gave it a light tug while your thighs quivered, threatening to shut.

"Do you like that idea? My beautiful darling." Her fingers retreated from you so they could use that hand to pin your thigh down. A cry left your mouth when she suddenly turned up the setting. "Oh, I understand if you don't. You like being for my eyes only don't you? Mmm, all to myself."

A whine left your lips and once again you tugged on her hair. "That's it, I've got you. Just let go for me." Nøkks purrs sending you over the edge causing you to arch your back and dig your heels into her mattress.

"So perfect, just like that." You pulled on her hair and she finally gave in. She turned off the wand and set it to the side and his lips graced your cunt with a kiss. Careful not to overstimulate you, her tongue tasted you but didn't make any attempt to touch your clit.

"You have the most perfect thighs did you know that?" Her voice vibrated against you and she smiled when you whine, completely drunk on pleasure.

Nøkk disconnected herself from your body and you eventually felt a shift in the bed. Then you felt something rather wet against your thigh. Her legs mounted your thigh while the top of her knee pressed against your cunt. Her bare flesh against your own was far warmer than it was before and you couldn't help but feel a little vulnerable knowing that she could see you in all your entirety but you couldn't see her.

Nøkks wet cunt ground down on your thigh, the action also rubbing your cunt with her knee at the same time. An angelic moan blessed from her mouth and you couldn't help but imagine her naked body on yours, head back in pleasure. Her cunt ground down in a smooth pattern, a constant set of motions that the pair of you both smiling in bliss. You could have sworn your heart stopped for a moment when she moaned out your name, no longer completely focused on you she was now chasing her high. A high that in the process would bring you to your own. Her arousal had coated your thigh while you did the same on her leg. You couldn't help but reach up, making contact with her leg. Not enough to stop her or anything, just enough to get a nice grip.

Small little moans that came from Nøkk’s mouth became ever louder. Not loud enough to be considered screens or yells but certainly loud enough for them to echo in the room. Her gasps mixed with joyful laughter as he came. Her legs shut around your thigh and trapped it in place while she fell forward. Her naked form pressed against your own, her skin lightly sweaty and rather smooth. Her breath panted in your ear while her head lay on your shoulder and slowly recovered from her high. “Mmm.” She pressed a kiss against your neck and snuggled closer for a moment. Something ticked in her mind and reach up and away from you for a moment. A small click could be heard and then the brief sound of her curtains closing.

Too relaxed and a little tired out, you didn’t move much when you felt her gentle hands slide the blindfold off your face. You were met with complete and utter darkness. It was essentially the same as having the blindfold on but there was something different about not having that fabric there. With the room dark, she moved off your body slightly so that only half of it was on you. Your head turned to face her despite not being able to see her. Your hand came up to feel for her until you managed to settle it on her face and cup her cheek. She leaned into your hand and your lips leaned to meet hers. A smile on both your faces as the pair of you shared that kiss.

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TWDG S1 Character Opinions

At first, I was gonna do a ranking but I soon realized how fruitless that was as I enjoyed pretty much every main character in Season One and don't wanna do any injustice any character.

Lee - Literally who doesn't love Lee (except Larry). He is a rational, patient father figure who takes it upon himself to take care of Clementine. And to the end of his life, he keeps that purpose at the top of his mind, crossing a sea of dead and devising a way to get her out of Savannah safely. He also gets points for the open sesame joke ( and his great sense of humor in general), the way he raises his hand when questioned about his interest in civil war history, being a black protagonist, and so on and so forth.

He has the unsaid sadness of losing his family and not even the chance to lean on anybody because he doesn't want his past crime to be revealed. He has to perform a balancing act of keeping the group together through starvation and their arguments. He stacks the responsibility of a child ontop of that. 111111/10 character!

Clementine - She's literally my daughter. She's everybody's daughter--you adopt her the moment you see her. She's quiet at first but has streak of mischief and resilience. When you find out she's been led on by the stranger with her parents being the carrot on the stick, you realize that the disappearance of her parents affected her way more than what she let's on. She might seem "tough" (and to some degree she is), but she's also a child and we shouldn't expect her to just get over anything. I find the stranger leading Clementine away after stalking your group to be one of the stronger horror elements in TWDG and its an aspect I think about a lot.

As time goes on, we see Clementine grow up with Lee no longer around. The man who protected her will be replaced with adults who don't treat her like the child she is. She suffers from their incompetence and toxicity and is forced to make calls she shouldn't have to make. This constant reliance on her factors into her adoption of AJ, as not only have his parents died, but she wants to take care of him just as Lee took care of her, and sees herself as the most fit to do so.

Kenny - Oh goodness. He makes me feel confused, and not even when talking about his season two incarnation. I like him lots and lots. I hate him, sometimes, also. I feel confused. He has a very funny onscreen presence, but sometimes, quite an offensive one. I'm speaking from the place of someone who would be affected by his bigotry for a multitude of reasons.

Kenny starts as a cowardly man, but someone who is willing to run into the fray for those who are on his side. He comes back to save Lee and considers him a good friend. If you agree with his decision to kill Larry and protect everyone in the locker room, he'll work with Lee to kill Danny and grow even closer to him, making him one of your closest comrades and a ride or die once his family's gone. Being there for his family was one of the caveats that kept him from coming to the rescue, outside of general self preservation. I don't think if they were still around he would've jumped down for Christa.

Another big thing with Kenny is his explosive dogmatism. You need to agree with him and do it HIS way. If you don't, it's a whole argument. I love when he starts shit in Episode Three with Lilly and then he's like, "We can work this out! Everybody calm down." KENNY!!! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STARTS STUFF! YOU'RE THE AGITATOR!

Katjaa - I love her so much! I love her design, I love her voice, and I love the way she handles shit to the best of her ability. Not only is she willing to get sad and bloody (even before the apocalypse, being a vet and all), but her awesome bravery (is that the word I should use?) when she's holding onto Duck as he's dying. That is an incredibly painful thing to do but she remains so memorably steel-faced (like that expression she gives is seared into my brain), knowing that as a parent that she should provide Duck comfort in his last moments (UNLIKE KENNY, WHO CHICKENED OUT AT THIS POINT!) even though she has to be so close to his suffering.

She's often gentle but she can be stern when the time comes. 12/10 no notes!

Duck - Awh, he's adorable! I will never understand why people could hate this kid. He's literally just a busy body. I was personally on the other side of the spectrum, being pretty low-energy at that age, but I'm not gonna hate on the little guy. He didn't do anything wrong. I will always get a laugh at how no matter how explicit you were that they were all eating Mark that Duck will pause for only a second, look slightly confused, and then resume eating. It's so funny and I respect his disengagement with the situation at hand. He's perfect.

Carley- My favorite thing about Carley is the fact that she never dropped the reporter voice. She's locked in. She's one of the most "regular" people--and not in a bad way. She's kind, funny, and thoughtful. I don't know how she didn't figure out that there were no batteries in that radio, though. I like her lots and lots.

Doug - My experience with Doug was secondhand because one of my relatives picked him by accident. Poor Doug! Anyway, I like him a lot. He's very funny (I say that a lot don't I?) but he's got that reasonable bravery. He saves Carley and in his last moments, he protects Ben. Personally, I like Lilly shooting Carley on purpose better than accidentally shooting Ben but I think its something more interesting and scary for Ben to grapple with.

Glenn - For the short time we spent with him, he was incredibly funny. I liked him a lot and how he just always spoke his mind no matter the circumstances.

Lilly - OOH! OKAY! I LOVE LILLY!

She has obviously been treated like terribly by her dad despite how much love she has for him, and because she acts tough about it, she expects the same of others. The fact that Larry is so quick to tell her to "shut up" and that whole anecdote she tells in the fourth season does reflect something nasty about her home life. I didn't read much into the "he's probably gonna keep treating you like shit" line in reference to Larry and just thought it was funny because it's a weird thing but I soon realized that was her reaction and she just expected others to cope like she did.

Now, do I think Lilly's toughness is just a front? No. I do think she was actually tough, but too much is too much. Starvation, apocalypse management, and watching your dad be murdered while you're restrained/trying to revive him is pretty traumatizing--no matter how much of a dick Larry was. I don't think her anger, sadness, or general mental breakage lessens her toughness in the slightest, but her actions eventually run counter to morality (see: shooting Carley in the face).

Mark - lol this guy had it rough! He was introduced and eaten within the same episode. I like his smile when you offer him rations and his small jokes. He's one of the more average characters but 1) that is not a bad thing at all and 2) we don't get a lot of time with him. I really liked getting to know this guy before he got hammed.

Mr. Parker - Loved his jumpscare!

Travis - Talking all tough and he didn't even learn the rule of not tripping during the apocalypse. Better luck next time.

Ben - Jeez. I should have been nicer to this guy.

Starting out, Ben is very awkward and clumsy but that's to be expected of a high schooler. He fumbles and is not held in the kindest regard by the rest of the group, who seem to see him as incapable. He struggles to prove otherwise.

Yes, trading with the bandits was wrong, but there is a question of if his isolation from the group made the desire to have his friend back that much stronger rather than telling the group about the offer and seeing how they handled it or even if they would be concerned about his problems as a newcomer. Sure, Lee, Glenn, and Carley were willing to help that woman in the motel, but there are a lot more caveats to dealing with human enemies.

I love the shock of his initial confession and even though he picked the worst possible time to tell everyone else, the guilt of all those deaths would weigh on anybody and I don't think he was equipped to make the best decisions.

Looking back, dropping him was a terrible decision and I probably would have pulled him up if the zombies weren't so close. Maybe I was also a little jealous at how tall he was.

I'll pull him up next time. His death was also way more painful than expected and I do really believe he didn't deserve to die at all.

Andy - He's my favorite of the St. Johns which is a hard ground to clear. He is just so unapologetically evil it rounds back into comedy. Nothing is ever his fault and nothing he ever does is wrong. And he could've kept getting away with it if it wasn't for that meddling Georgia State professor.

Danny - He was so committed though! I heard they had some icky things planned for his character originally but I'm glad that it didn't make it into the game or canon because him being the "loyal dog" to cannibalism makes him a character you can love and hate. Also he talks to the cow.

Brenda - Literally all she wanted was to run her dairy, man. It's hard raising two kids and managing a farm. I love her voice and I would totally be eating like Duck because I know her barbecue was blue ribbon worthy.

She likely has the most conscious of the St. Johns which is...not a high bar but she seems to not want to be involved in the act of murder. She wants her hands clean and her men slow-cooked.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joleeeene - Love her crossbow. Her story is horrifying but well told as an aside to the episode. I wish she got to see her daughter again because what happened there is terrible.

Bandits - Ew.

Chuck - I like him. I love his speech about "you're not boy, you're not a girl"--he said nb rights! But anyway, he popped in and died in like the next episode with his body discovered in like...the episode after that. Shame what happened to him but I like the time he had.

Christa - Tough but incredibly fair! I like her lots. I like how she was portraying herself as willing to walk away from the group but she's also willing to cut Lee's arm off for him after like...a day of knowing him. She was a rider.

It's hard to find the words to talk about her, but don't take that for disinterest.

Omid - Funny. I have said that a lot in this writing, but it is still true. He is very cushy and pleasant and definitely a well-placed bright spot after everything that happened in Episode Three.

Vernon - I love his name and his dry sense of humor. And also he got that devious lick in the end.

Okay, so I wouldn't give him flack for stealing the boat for his crew if not for the fact that he was leaving a child, or possibly two children, without any food.

I like the small taste of betrayal before the bigger one in S2.

Brie - I love this cheese. I like her design a lot too.

The Stranger - Bro this is why stranger danger PSAs are so important. GET OFF OF MYSPACE MAN! He was CREEPY and deranged and though I understand why somebody would think he came out of nowhere I do like his conclusion and think his part is very well done.

I think it was an extremely interesting thread of the story that I wouldn't expect in apocalypse media. To take a child away using means well known to us in current year. The parallel of a guardian who sought to protect her as soon as he met her to a man who had bad intentions as soon as he got the opportunity. Pretty good!

And also the bowling bag head reveal was hilarious. Way to respect your spouse.

[qosbaez]

Iyo and asuka, where iyo is homesick and misses her older sister Mio who asuka used to wrestle with in Japan, so asuka comforts her

Homesick || Iyo Sky x Asuka

Summary: Iyo is really homesick. Asuka comforts her.

A/N: I don't really love how this turned out. Making their conversations be in English just felt stupid when they both speak Japanese😭

The weight of homesickness hung heavy on Iyo's shoulders as she sat alone in the locker room, a world away from her native Japan. It had been far too long since she had seen her family, her thoughts consumed by memories of her older sister, Mio.

As the minutes ticked by, the ache in Iyo's heart only seemed to intensify, her longing for home becoming almost unbearable. She missed the familiar sights and sounds of Japan, the comforting embrace of her family, and most of all, the warmth of her sister's smile.

Just then, the door to the locker room creaked open, and Iyo looked up to see Asuka standing in the doorway, a sympathetic expression on her face.

"Iyo-chan," Asuka said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "Are you okay?"

Iyo forced a weak smile, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill over. "I'm fine, Asuka. Just feeling a little homesick, that's all."

Asuka nodded understandingly, crossing the room to sit beside Iyo on the bench. "I know how you feel," she admitted, her gaze distant as she recalled her own longing for home. "It's been years since I've been back to Japan, and I miss it every day."

Iyo's eyes widened in surprise at Asuka's confession, a flicker of understanding passing between them. She had always admired Asuka's strength and resilience, but to know that she too struggled with homesickness made her feel less alone.

"Sometimes, it's hard being so far away from home," Iyo admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I miss my sister, Mio, more than anything."

Asuka reached out to gently squeeze Iyo's hand, her touch a comforting presence in the midst of their shared sorrow. "I know how much Mio means to you, Iyo. She must be an incredible sister."

Iyo nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek as she thought of Mio and the bond they shared. "She is. She's always been there for me, through thick and thin."

Asuka wrapped an arm around Iyo's shoulders, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "You'll see her again soon, Iyo. And until then, know that you're not alone. I'm here for you, always."

In that moment, as they sat together in the quiet of the locker room, Iyo felt a sense of peace wash over her. With Asuka by her side, she knew that she could weather the storm of homesickness, her heart buoyed by the knowledge that she was not alone in her longing for home.

As they sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, Iyo and Asuka found solace in their shared sorrow, their bond strengthened by the understanding that even in the darkest of times, they had each other to lean on.

Little did Iyo know that Asuka had already cleared it with WWE booked a trip back to Japan for the two of them.

[naquey]

The Eagle and Her Prey

Or, more specifically, how Roan Goldfinch acquired Regulus Black's affection despite his family's values.

A/n: Holy shit, this is so long already. I love Regulus' character, and writing this one shot was pretty enjoyable. While writing this, I listened to Talk To You by Ricky Montgomery, so if it has that vibe, then the music influenced it.

Roan Goldfinch was a half-blood. Through her veins ran disgusting, putrid blood that muddied the wizarding world. Regulus thought that she would at least admire him because of his family's status, but she didn't even give him the time of day.

They first met in potions. It was actually Professor Slughorn who pushed the two together. If it weren't for him, their paths may have never crossed. Regulus was snobbish and proper, believing he was above a good majority of the students at Hogwarts because of his name. He was used to having admirers and allies, people asking to be his friend purely because his friendship was a treasure for those who comprehended just how much he was worth.

Roan ignored him. Blatantly ignored him.

He was aware that she could hear him. She acknowledged half of the things he said, passing him potion ingredients if he needed them and stuff like that. It bugged him to no end that she wasn't talking to him. So much so that he began to think about her much more than he should. Like during Quidditch practice, nearly missing the quaffle if it hadn't flown past his head.

"Reggie, what's on your mind?" Evan Rosier caught up to him outside the locker rooms.

"Homework." He hesitated, adjusting the strap on his bag.

"Come on, it can't just be homework. You always think about homework." Barty Crouch Jr. sidled up next to him on the other side, crazed eyes making up the majority of his facial expressions.

"Like I said, homework." Regulus adjusted his bag strap again.

"Hopefully, this homework business goes away before Slughorn's party; it would be a disaster if you stared off into space the entire time." Evan elbowed him. He was trying to insinuate something, but Regulus didn't care.

Up ahead, Roan was talking to some Hufflepuff boy with wild chestnut hair. His robes were in disarray, and he was fidgeting quite a lot. Regulus' knuckles tightened around the shoulder strap of his bag, his jaw tightening, making muscles in his face twitch for a moment. To Evan and Barty, it looked like he was staring off into space again. They followed his line of sight to see the Ravenclaw girl and the Hufflepuff boy.

"Well, well, well... Lookie what we got here," Barty's voice echoed off the walls, making the two look at him.

Regulus averted his eyes. He hated the way she looked at him, so unimpressed and bored.

"A couple of filthy mudbloods, eh Regulus?" Evan snickered and slung his arm around his friend.

"How about we give you two a nice lesson about where your place is." Barty chuckled.

"Let's just go, this isn't worth it." Regulus shouldered past his friend.

"Oh, come on Reggie. They're insulting your name just by existing in your presence, right?" Evan asked.

Regulus froze. Over everything else, he cared about his family's status and name. Regulus Arcturus Black would not let anyone go if they beseeched the Black family. The Noble House of Black was the oldest and most ancient wizarding family. Speaking to them, speaking to him was a privilege. Status and prestige are what he upheld with those pureblood values.

Despite what his mother always told him, he didn't care about others' blood status. He just wanted to keep his.

"Regulus Black, was it?" Roan addressed him. "If you feel you must prove yourself to these two leeches, by all means, go ahead." She pulled her wand from her robe.

He turned slowly. Grinding his teeth. She was taunting him, and he knew it. It riled him up; it made his blood boil. Perhaps she learned she insulted him by insinuating he wasn't worthy enough to have Barty and Evan as friends. As soon as Regulus pulled out his wand, she disarmed him and knocked him back on his arse.

"Sorry, should I put my wand away so you can get a hit in?" She was holding his in her other hand.

"Hey! Don't you know who you're dealing with?!" Barty snapped, getting up close and in her face. Towering over her, using his immense stature to try and intimidate her.

Regulus, from on the floor, could see that she wasn't shaking. She stared up at Barty with an unyielding gaze. There was no quake in her boots or fear in her eyes.

"No, I don't know who I'm dealing with. Who is Regulus Black? Who are you?" She jabbed the tip of her wand at his chest.

Her wand moved all too quick; a flash of light followed her movement, and Evan's wand clattered to the floor. The Hufflepuff boy with quite the generous smattering of freckles across his face was frozen. Just staring at everyone. His eyes were wide, and he looked surprised.

"Roan, what are you doing?" He sounded like a gentle giant.

Regulus couldn't think they were friends. He was far too soft-spoken to get along well enough with the girl who had just disarmed him and his friends. Practically standing up for herself instead of cowering away like the rest of the school.

"Something my dad calls 'Sticking up for yourself.' You should try it sometime, Cass."

Anyone in her situation would have broken Barty's wand; he's broken quite a few wands himself after disarming students. It was a surprise that she set it on the windowsill behind her.

"How about you think about this next time you decide to bother someone who's minding their own business, okay?" She gave them a closed-eyed smile. Then turned on her heel and walked away. The Hufflepuff followed after her hesitantly.

"Oh, she is so going to pay for that. Right?" Barty picked his wand up and stuffed it back into his robes.

"Stupid little mudblood. I'll have her hanging across the bathroom wall."

"Woah, woah, woah. We're not going to kill her, right?" Regulus got to his feet, brushing himself off.

"What do you mean? Why would we not?" Barty asked, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Exhibit A, you both got your asses handed to you."

"Hey! You did, too!" Evan punched him in the arm.

When Slughorn's party came around, Regulus could not get Roan out of his head. Instead of sharing many conversations with him, he discovered she was pretty book-savvy and a fantastic dueler. Unfortunately, he had to talk to Remus Lupin to get this information, which required him to do favors in return. It was indeed a nightmare scenario. But he needed to get close to her to figure out why she had such a disdain for him. Sure, he was feared because he was a death eater, but he was still famous and popular. There was no reason to let that get in the way of befriending him, or at least trying to.

It was Slughorn's yearly Christmas party. He'd asked his parents to let him stay so he could gain more allies for the dark lord, but it was a plain-faced lie. Aside from wanting to enjoy the party, the house had gotten quiet since Sirius had run away. He didn't think he could go back to the silent halls.

He'd gotten a house elf to iron his dress robes and checked himself over thousands of times in the mirror. Everything had to look perfectly manicured. Not a single hair was out of place. Looking formal was in character for him.

Barty and Evan knew about the Christmas party because other Slytherins were also part of the Slug Club. Regulus wasn't much of a fan of after-school club activities, but he couldn't turn down an opportunity to spend time with other wealthy wizards like himself.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her in the room. She was wearing a long ballroom-length dress. It was silver and off the shoulder. The room was pretty warm despite the snow outside the castle. When she moved, it sparkled in the light at some angles. Her auburn hair was done up with gold hairpins and clips. She wore contacts instead of her glasses, but that didn't matter.

Regulus suddenly became aware that his mouth was uncomfortably dry. Pulling at the collar of his dress robes, he made his way over to the punch table, pouring himself a glass. These social functions were always awkward because he only wanted to huddle in a corner and avoid everyone.

"Evening Reg," Roan sidled up next to him. Grabbing a glass of punch.

"It's Regulus." He sucked in a breath through his teeth.

"Yeah, but those blokes always call you Reggie. I figure it's okay."

"I had no idea you attended this club."

"Well, you didn't know I existed until Slughorn sat us next to each other." Roan chuckled. "Still have a sore arse from when I knocked you down?"

"No, it's sore from falling off a broom."

"Surely you have no broken bones." For a second, he thought she sounded concerned. Even worried.

"What? You thought I would get hurt?"

"You're not unbreakable."

"Could say the same about you."

"Yeah, but the difference is I don't think I'm unbreakable, and you do."

"Why don't you talk with me like this in class?" Regulus grabbed her cup of punch from her hands, stepping back to hold it out of her grasp.

"Wouldn't want to ruin your reputation, now would you? I've heard you have to uphold being a pompous jerk."

"Me? A jerk? I would never." There was a smile playing on his lips.

"Give me my punch back."

"What's the magic word?" Regulus was grinning now.

"Just give it to me." She reached for it, but he pulled his arm back.

"Nuh-uh. Not even close."

"Regulus Arcturus Black, please, give me my punch."

He was stunned for a second, handing her the punch cup. Staring at her with wide eyes. His mouth was still so very unnaturally dry.

"You know my middle name?"

"Yeah? It's not that much of a secret since you respect your name so much."

"What else do you know about me?" He asked, taking a step closer. Closing the space between them, but not so much that he was in her face.

"I can hardly see why that matters." Roan scoffed, rolling her eyes and sipping the red liquid in the clear cup.

"It matters; just answer the question."

"We share many classes, and I've observed several things."

"Like?"

"Like... In potions, you doodle in the margins of your textbook. Specifically when Slughorn is giving a lecture."

Regulus blinked twice.

"In Defense Against the Dark Arts, you're constantly scratching your arm for the class duration. And only ever that class. You typically answer all the questions, but on certain days, you are silent and keep your head down."

Regulus instinctively covered the arm that had the dark mark on it. His sleeves already covered it, but he still felt the need to cover it.

"In transfiguration, you are staring off into space, and then promptly mess up the spell, only to look around in case someone noticed and then quickly try to copy what the person next to you did."

"During broom flying lessons, you- "

"Okay, okay. That's enough. You... You observe a lot."

"You doubted my observation skills?"

"Well, you never talked to me, so what was I to expect?"

"I didn't think you, of all people, would assume so little of me." Roan chuckled.

"Haha, very funny."

"I've also been waiting for an apology."

"What?" Regulus' face went paler than usual.

"Oh, no. Not from you." Roan shook her head. "From your friends, for what they did. I'm expecting a decent apology, too."

"Well, I... In truth, I don't know what to say."

"I didn't expect you to. I knew you hung out with them, so it seemed reasonable to tell you."

The music picked up in the room, and Regulus picked his head up. Slughorn's parties weren't necessarily known for the dancing or the merriment as it was only ever a schmooze fest between rich and wealthy students.

"How come Slughorn picked you to be in this club?" Regulus asked, pulling his attention away from the music.

It was for background noise. No one made a move to start dancing. Nor would they.

"He said I'm an exceptional witch for my age." Roan rolled her eyes. She had such blue eyes. The color was so vibrant. "I have no idea what that means, but I'm not complaining."

"Slughorn chose me for my family's status, perhaps also being a quidditch player for the Slytherin team, but being famously wealthy is a rather hefty factor."

"It definitely is, I know he's a greedy man. I can just feel it."

"You don't appreciate a little greed?" Regulus raised a brow.

"No, my father also taught me that working for your money prevents you from laziness."

"Your father sounds poor." Regulus hid his smile with his punch glass.

"Watch it!" Roan slapped him on the arm.

"Initially, I thought you were going to be annoying."

"I thought you were going to be a total stuck-up snob."

"I am not a snob."

"Well, you come across that way."

"Whatever. It's not like you're so perfect."

"I think I just might be."

"No way, that's impossible." Regulus laughed. His laugh made her smile.

The two migrated from the punch bowl to a corner of the room, their conversation carrying over. Regulus would have been content knowing she was an admirer or an ally, but gaining a friend was far better than anything like blind devotion. She cracked jokes, shot insults back, and wasn't afraid to speak her mind.

He didn't need blind devotion. He needed someone to talk to who would only sometimes agree with what he said.

Regulus watched her as she talked. Her eyes lit up, and her body language opened. She often looked tense and wound up during class, but here she had her shoulders slouched and a smile in her eyes. He mimicked her body language to a degree, letting go of his perfect posture and taking a breath without wondering if his shoulders had moved. Being a mud blood didn't matter. He didn't care about blood purity. She talked to him like a person. That's all that mattered.