#this was part of a warmup for class also.

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(eyestrain warning)

oh no girl. you've got dog friend vibes in the most cruel and unusual way possible.

[thewritingrowlet]

The Grand Prize, ft. tripleS Yoon Seoyeon

tags: male reader, first time anal, creampie, anal creampie, raw

word count: 8k+, almost 9k

author's note: the smut in this story is split into two parts with some basketball plot in between. Hope you like it! :D

p.s. I slipped an inside joke made with @praeluxius' username, so prael if you see this <3

It is December, you’ve been dating Seoyeon for over 3 months now; it has been a very fun and healthy relationship even though you have been spending less time with her despite living together as your schedules don’t really match hers; you’ve been busy with the basketball team as its captain and year 3 classes while Seoyeon has found a new busyness with the student council— “I want to continue my student council career, oppa”, she had told you after the Freshers’ Week. Not many know about your relationship, apart from your teammates and some friends of hers, as you both have agreed to keep things to yourselves. Your teammates were surprised that you have a girlfriend considering how long you’d been single, while Seoyeon’s friends thought that it was crazy that she managed to steal the basketball team’s captain’s heart and started dating him so soon. Honestly, you still can’t believe the way life has been turning out recently, but you’re ecstatic to see what else might turn up for you and Seoyeon.

[🐶❤️| 17:08]

Oppa, I’m going home after this meeting

What about you?

Have you eaten btw? I can bring some sandwich if you want

She texts you as you’re getting ready for warmup. Might as well reply now since you won’t have the chance to for the next few hours, not forgetting to apologize since you’re probably coming home late.

[🏀| 17:09]

I have practice, luv, will come home late

No need to wait if you want to sleep first

I had some noodles earlier, should be enough

Seoyeon hates you for not eating enough, so you make sure to not skip meals especially on the days when you have practice. She’s even brought you some food to eat before practicing before, which was how your teammates found out you had a girlfriend. She also made you eat in front of her, refusing to leave before you finish the food and return the box to her to bring home. You’re thankful for her attention and god-tier cooking but this habit of yours is really hard to rid, “baby, I love your food but I’m just not hungry at the moment”, you’ve told her once, to which she responded by pouting and looking rejected.

[🐶❤️| 17:09]

Okay, oppa

See you at home

Don’t get hurt

Luv u much

Her texts, no matter how simple, always give you a boost of energy and motivation, and with that, you’re taking on practice with excitement.

It is now a few minutes to 9pm and your team is wrapping up tonight’s practice. You’ve been practicing seemingly tirelessly for a few hours and your limbs are on fire thanks to the different drills your team has been doing. Coach Park has been increasing the frequency and intensity of the practices as the university is aiming for a top 3 finish under your captaincy in the upcoming national tournament; “we believe that you can lead us deep into the playoffs, captain”, the dean told you on Monday before practice, putting expectant pressure on your shoulders. You don’t have to worry about motivating your teammates since everyone knows how prestigious this tournament is but as the captain, you’re the one with the heaviest burden; everyone (including your beloved Seoyeon) will be counting on you throughout the tournament. You promise Coach Park, your team, and yourself that you’re going to give this run everything you have: “it’s ours, guys, believe that”, you tell them as the closing words for tonight’s practice.

You call an Uber after showering because you don’t feel like walking to your apartment after that exhausting practice. A few minutes of Uber ride later, you’re now at the front door of your apartment. As you’re entering the password, you hear footsteps from the inside, most likely Seoyeon’s as she’s running to greet you at the door.

“Oppa, you’re home! Welcome home!”, she says, the excitement obvious in her voice. “Yes, baby, I’m home. Sorry for coming home so late”, you say as you hug her and kiss her head. She presses her face on your shoulder, hugging you tight, “I know you’ve been working hard for the team and I’m proud of you, oppa, but I also miss you so much. Can we have a date soon? Maybe in the next few days? I-I hope th-that’s not too selfish of me”. Your heart sinks at the realization: you’ve been so busy with class and basketball that you’ve forgotten to make time for your lovely girlfriend. “I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t have classes or practice tomorrow; what do you say we have a little date at home? I can try and cook for us”, you say to her, hoping for a chance to make it up to her. She then looks up to look at you, her eyes hopeful that you’ll come through with your promise. “Okay, oppa. I’ll get home as soon as I can tomorrow. I’m curious what you’ll cook for me”, and with that, your date is set; you’re going to create your parents-approved spicy honey grilled chicken and fried rice for her and (hopefully) blow her mind with it.

-

A new day has arrived, the morning sun is beaming at you through your windows, but your sunshine is still in dreamland; “Seoyeon, baby, wake up. You have classes, don’t you?”, you say softly to wake her up. “Ngh what time is it?”, she says while gathering her soul after her deep slumber. “It’s almost 8, baby. I’ll run the shower for you so sit still for a bit, okay?”, you peck her lips as you get off the bed to prepare the shower for her. When you return from the bathroom, you see her peeking at you from under the covers, “any spoilers for today, oppa?”, she asks you, the covers muffling her voice a bit. “Of course, sweetie, it’ll be sweet and spicy”, you tell her as you get into bed to kiss her; you’d like to think that a kiss in the morning is like kick-starting a person, and that’s definitely the case for Seoyeon. After showering, Seoyeon leaves for campus half-running to avoid being late; “see you later, oppa. Love you”, she says, before giving you a peck and running out the door.

-

The clock now shows 15 minutes to 3pm, you have just over 2 hours to prepare the dishes. You start by taking the chicken out of the fridge and making the sauce mix for the grilled chicken. After glazing it for the first time, you throw it on the grill and let it cook, brushing more sauce as it goes so that the flavors can really seep into the chicken. Once they’re done cooking, you put them to the side to free up the space to make fried rice. For the fried rice, you start by tossing in some of your mom’s pre-made seasoning base into the flaming hot wok. Once that’s nice and fragrant, you throw in some diced chicken and let it get cooked before you mix in some well-beaten eggs. You then add in some salt, sugar, MSG (is it really fried rice without MSG?), sweet soy sauce, and hot sauce to give the fried rice its flavors. With about 20 minutes to spare before Seoyeon gets home, you’re finally finished and decide to take a shower first.

-

“Oppa, I’m home—what is this smell? It smells crazy good!”, she says as she enters the apartment, heading straight to the dining table. “Welcome home, baby, how was your day? I made you some spicy honey grilled chicken and fried rice—all using the recipes my parents approve of”, you welcome her into a hug and peck her forehead. “My day has been great, oppa, and it’s only getting better. Thanks for the meal!”, she says, getting a chicken thigh and some fried rice. You take a seat at the table and dig in together, “you like it, love?”, “this is soooo goooood, oppa. Didn’t know you were this good at cooking, what happened?”, she says with a full mouth. “I’d like to think I’m decent at cooking. I came up with this grilled chicken recipe when I was in high school, I’m glad that you like it”. It is one of those moments where the food is so good, you can’t help but enjoy it in silence because you’re just blown away by the taste, so the both of you just shut up and keep eating until the end of the meal.

-

You two get ready for sleep after cleaning everything up. You see her put on one of your T-shirts and a pair of shorts— “guess I’m not getting lucky tonight”, you think to yourself. As if hearing your thoughts, she notifies you, “I’m on my period today, oppa. I’m sorry”. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetie. I would be more concerned if weren’t having your periods”, you assure her as you pull her into the bed. “But-but I should reward you for the meal”, she says as she palms your crotch, making you hard instantly. “Baby, please, when did it become an effort-reward relationship, hm? There’s nothing I’m asking you to do other than to cuddle and sleep next to me. That’s not too selfish of me, is it?”, you say to her while pulling her into a hug even though your cock is rock hard and ready for some action. “You’re always so sweet, oppa. Thank you for being so kind to me all the time. Will you be okay, though?”, “you deserve the best of me all the time, sweetie, and yes I’ll be okay”.

-

The rest of the month went by rapidly for you. Your team has been spanking your opponents left and right, breezing past round of 32, round of 16, and quarterfinal before anyone realized what had happened. “Alright, men. I know we’ve been dominating our opponents so far, but it’s only getting harder from this point onwards. We need to be in the right mindset and condition for it”, Coach Park said in the locker room after the quarterfinal. “Since the semifinal is on Saturday, I’ll see you all on Thursday for practice and we’ll rest on Friday. We’re going to practice some designed and after-timeout plays”, the coach continued.

The coach came through with his words: your team has been spending the last 2,5 hours running various plays designed for different players, including yourself. Coach Lee, one of the assistant coaches, has personally put together a handful of mid- and long-range scoring plays to create as many opportunities as possible for you. You’re worried that maybe the upcoming opponent has picked up all the tendencies that your team has—such as going through you heavily to score—but you can only hope that things will work as planned.

-

-

Saturday morning, it is. You wake up at around the usual time, while Seoyeon is still sound asleep. You didn’t do anything much last night since you were absolutely drained from Thursday’s practice. You look at the sleeping beauty: she seems to be in peace at the moment, sleeping oh-so-cutely on her side of the bed while being covered with a blanket up to her neck. After giving her a peck on the forehead, you get off the bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower. Your team don’t need to travel too much today since the stadium for semifinal and final is only 15 minutes away from campus, so you’re not running as tight on schedule as for the previous games.

When you get out of the shower, Seoyeon is already awake. She’s leaning against the headboard while scrolling mindlessly through her phone. “Mmh? Good morning, oppa”, she says when she sees you, arms reaching out for a hug. “Good morning, baby. Are you going to watch the game today?”, you ask her while hugging her and showering her with pecks. “I am, oppa. I’ll be sitting pretty close to the court, so look at me every now and then, okay? Good luck, captain. I love you”, she says to you as she pulls out of the hug.

-

Here you are, just under 3 minutes, says the countdown timer on that big ass TV in front of you, before the semifinal starts. You can hear the crowd’s excitement from deep in the tunnel, ready to support their favorite teams in the upcoming game. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and focus up. Turn to your team, time to fire them up: “let’s go, boys; we’re so close now. Let’s win this, alright? Win on 3—1, 2, 3!”.

After firing them up, a match committee personnel gives you a flag in the university color with the logo in the center of it, “this is new”, you think. As you take the flag from him, the arena announcer is yelling the team names and gets replied with loud noises from the crowd. Before you walk out, you make sure you look as cool as possible by leaning the flagpole against your right shoulder and putting on a cold face. Once the guy gives you the signal to go in, your team and the other start walking out to the court.

You stand in the center of the 5 starters of your team, right under the rim. Before the ceremony ends, you want to look for Seoyeon so you can find her easier during the game, “you see my girlfriend, bro?”, you whisper to your teammate next to you. “Hmm let’s see—oh, behind the other team’s bench, I think. Is that her?”, he points to show you, so you look closely at the area he’s pointing at; and there she is, wearing one of your old jerseys that she probably found in the wardrobe. You give her a little out-of-character wink to acknowledge her presence and she winks back so cutely, making your heart rate jump.

After the first quarter of the game, it becomes obvious that the opposing team is more organized in terms of defending and adjusting to your team’s offense. You’ve been decent, though, putting up 9 points of your team’s 22 through the first quarter. Coach Lee tells you that you shouldn’t be too fazed by their defense since they’re going to get more lenient as the game goes on due to exhaustion from defending so intensely.

Another 10 minutes of playing have finished and now you’re in the locker room to have more conversations on how to adjust to the current state of the game. True enough, they’ve gotten more laid back with their defense, letting you take 4 shots, which you made 3 of, from the 3-pt area. However, they’ve also gotten hotter with their shot making, trailing by fewer than 8 points the whole quarter. The plan for Q3, Coach Park says, is for you to be more active on defense, especially around the perimeter, and play a more relaxed role on offense since you’ve got a bunch of points in the bag already.

After exchanging some motivations and talking to some people, it’s time to head into the locker room. Before you do, though, you look at Seoyeon who’s smiling and clapping her hands. She gives you a seductive wink and a lip bite while putting a hand over her crotch, mouthing “I’m yours tonight” to you. You can’t afford to get a boner right now, so you look away as soon as she’s done signaling to you and head into the locker room to celebrate the win and talk to the coaches.

Since you’re starting Q3 from the bench, you have some time to catch up with Seoyeon who’s now on your side of the court. You look up to say hi and get some motivation from her. “Oppa, you’re so good! They’ve let you score so many times this game, oppa!”, she says, the excitement and fascination flowing out of her lips freely with every word said. “I’m just following the plan the coaches have set up, love. I’ll be playing less intensely on offense, though. I’ll show you what defense is”, you tell her, your confidence through the roof.

With less than 4 minutes left in the quarter, Coach Park subs you into the game— “great job, man”, you tell your teammate as he’s coming to the sideline, “shut these guys down, man”, your teammate says before grabbing a towel and sitting down. So, you do just that; you chase your assignments around the court on man-to-man defense, diligently switching back and forth with your teammates to prevent unfavorable matchups. Before you know it, the buzzer sounds, indicating the end of the 3rd quarter.

It is now the 4th quarter, the last 10 minutes of playing to secure a top 2 finish. Your team has an okay-ish lead of 10 entering the last quarter. The plan is to widen the gap by shutting down the opponent on defense while looking for easy scores on the other end, taking advantage of the fact that they’re tired despite being tired yourselves.

You try your best to not look at Seoyeon this quarter so that her cheering doesn’t distract you from doing your job in the dying embers of the game. Your plan doesn’t last too long, though, as you scream in her general direction after forcing a turnover. You see her jumping up and down as she cheers for you, looking as fired up as you are about the defensive play. With this comfortable lead, it’s only a matter of time until the game ends and you’re sent to the final stage, fighting for fame and glory one last time this year.

True enough, the final buzzer sounds loudly, and with it, the crowd’s emotions are divided: those who root for your team are screaming in joy, while the others are on their knees following the loss. “Hey, man. You did well. I’m sorry that it had to end like this. Let’s get on our feet, eh?”, you say to an opponent, pulling him up to his feet and hugging him—the feeling of losing while being so close to the goal is all too familiar to you.

-

You arrive at your apartment after taking a shower and chatting with a bunch of people about preparing for the final game. As you enter the bedroom, you see Seoyeon sitting on the edge of the bed, her body wrapped in a bath robe, “hi, oppa, welcome home. Did you catch what I said before you head into the tunnel?”, she asks, her hands getting ready to take the robe off. “I think I did”, you say before whispering in her ear, “you said you’re mine tonight, didn’t you?”, your deep voice sending shivers down her spine. “That is correct, oppa, so—", she says as she takes off the robe and kneels in front of you, “—do what you wish to me”, she adds, her mouth open and ready to take your shaft. You immediately drop everything you’re carrying on the floor along with your sweatpants and boxers and plunge deep into the warmth that is her mouth. She gags loudly and closes her eyes as she feels your tip hit the back of her throat. You lift her chin to look into her eyes; they tell you that she is so deep in the sea of lust, she might as well start drowning. You start thrusting in and out of her mouth, forcing her to take you deep into her mouth and making her gag every time. You want to turn it up a notch, though, “I want to try something else”, you say to her as you lie her on the bed, her head hanging off the edge, “You know where this is going, baby. Open”, you tell her before thrusting into her from a different position. You can’t help but let out groans and deep moans as you stuff her throat with your cock while playing with her tits. One last time before pulling out, you stick your cock deep in her throat and hold it there for a few seconds, making a mess of Seoyeon’s face as spit gets all over her face. Soon, you feel Seoyeon smack your thigh repeatedly, hoping that you’ll pull out and let her breathe. So you do just that, and she immediately gasps for air, “oh shit, oppa. I thought you were going to knock me out with your cock, fuck”, she says. “No, but I’ll be rough tonight. You know the safe word; say it if you want to stop”, you say, notifying her of your intent.

Feeling like you’re about to cross the line, you let go of her neck and pull out so that you two can catch some breaths. You see your hand leave a red mark on her neck, as she breathes with her mouth to get as much air into her lungs as possible. “Baby, you okay? That was too rough, right? I’m sorry”, you say, your mind no longer possessed by your cock. “Hah, hah—I’m-I’m fine—fuck. You were so rough, oppa. Didn’t know you had it in you like that”, she says, her eyes glassy from unreleased tears. “Do you want to stop, baby? Say the safe word, maybe?”, you ask to make sure that you still have her consent. “No, o-one more time. I’m so close, take me across the line, oppa”, she says, while grabbing her legs and folding it like earlier. “Let go of your legs, baby. You must be tired”, you say, while going in for a kiss. When you pull away, you see her put on a loving smile, “yes, baby?”, you ask her, not quite catching her signal. “I love you, oppa, so damn much. Now— “, she says while rolling onto her stomach, “—take me again, like this. You can be rough again if you want to”. “Okay, baby. Don’t forget that you can say the safe word”, you say, as you ride her thighs to fuck her from behind.

You tell her to move up in the bed, “you want me to wear a condom or no?”, you ask Seoyeon, who now has her head on the pillow while lying on her back. “Oppa isn’t talking as sweetly and softly as usual, I hope it means that he’s enjoying this”, she thinks to herself, “umm, yes, please”, she replies. You’re never one to do something to a girl without her consent, so you put on a condom before climbing into bed with her. You then get between her legs and fold them over her torso, “hold your legs for me”, you say sternly while aiming your length at her entrance. Unsurprisingly, she obeys right away. She holds her legs over her body by wrapping her forearms under her knees. Just as you’re about to push in, she fuels your fire, “give it to me, oppa, make me take it”.

After being shown the green light, you push your cock into her tight hole, making her scream instantly. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, oppa”, she eggs you on. You put a hand on her neck and start squeezing it, and you feel her pussy get tighter around your cock, “oh, you like this, you slut? Fuck, so tight”, you say, attempting some dirty talk while thrusting roughly; you hope she doesn’t mind being called that out of nowhere. “Fu—oppa, please, ughhh”, she tries to say with the last bit of air in her chest, as a tear starts running down her face and her hands try to loosen your grip on her neck.

You plunge deep into her instantly, making her scream into the pillow. You like this angle as it makes Seoyeon feel tighter for you; “fuck, baby, you’re tighter like this”, you say with a deep groan. “Oh, oh, yes, I’m always tight for you, oppa”, she replies, her voice muffled by the pillow, moaning with every thrust you’re giving her.

As you’re thrusting deep and fast, you see Seoyeon’s forbidden hole every now and then, peeking at you from behind her cheeks. You want to stimulate her more to get her closer to her orgasm, so you take your thumb and rub her small hole with it, making her gasp in surprise and turn her head to look at you. “Oppa, please, not there—please, please, please”, she says, panicking at the thought that you’re going to put something in her ass. You respond by grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it, making her arch her back, “you’re mine, aren’t you? Have you forgot, you little slut? You’re entirely mine”, you whisper aggresively in her ear, getting rougher with your thrusts. “I—fuck, fuck, fuck—I’m cumming!”, she exclaims with a loud scream—you’re lowkey worried that a neighbor might call the cops on you considering how loud she’s screaming.

“Cum, you slut, cum all over this cock”, you reply to her, not letting up the thrusts. You finally pull out when you feel her juice pushing you out, her legs shaking due to the hard orgasm. “Good job, baby. I’ll get some water then it’s time to chase mine, okay?”, you tell her while petting the back of the panting girl softly before leaving to get some water.

When you return with some water for the both of you, you see Seoyeon still laying on her stomach while looking at you, seemingly sad about something; “oppa, you weren’t really trying to get in that hole, were you?”, she asks, referring to your stimulation on her asshole, “i-is my pussy not good enough, oppa? Bu-but you were my first—ah, I’m so sorry, oppa. I-I’ll do better next time”, she continues, tears gathering in her eyes.

Your heart shatters at her words; you only meant it as a stimulation to get her closer to her orgasm, not to point out that something’s lacking—"tell her otherwise, now”, your heart screams at you. “Oh, love, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that—I was just trying to get you to your orgasm quicker. It is true that I was your first, and I’m forever honored and grateful for that. You’ve been the best girlfriend for me, so there’s no need to worry about being lacking, baby”, you tell her before pulling her into a hug and carrying her to the bathroom.

“Let’s get cleaned up, alright? I think we’ve had enough tonight”. “Bu-but you haven’t cum yet, oppa. Plea-please let me down, let-let me finish the job”, she says to you half begging. “It’s fine, baby, I’ll manage. Let me take care of you, okay? I went so rough on you, I’m sorry”, you say to her as you open the bathroom door. “Can you stand up on your own, sweetie? Do you need a stool?”, you ask her before putting her down. “A stool, please, oppa. My legs are like jelly right now”, she replies to you, drawing a prideful smile on your face.

Now that the shower has finished, you give her one of your jerseys to wear to sleep—the length enough to cover your little girlfriend down to her thighs—before putting her down on the bed. You wrap her in your arms while she tucks her head on your neck; “oppa”, she begins, “congrats on making it to the final”, she says. Surprised to hear her bring it up out of nowhere, you let out a chuckle, “it’s all thanks to you, sweetie; thank you for cheering me on, baby”, you reply. You can’t see her face, but you know she’s blushing right now. “Promise me that you’ll win, oppa. I, uh, may or may not have a present prepared for you—but only if you win”, she continues. “Present, hey? I like the sound of that. I’ll try my hardest, baby”, you say, feeling motivated by the promise of getting a present.

After setting the stool down and making her sit on it, you turn on the shower and start cleaning her up. You start by rubbing her nape and back with some soap before lifting her butt up so you can clean her cheeks. You then rinse the soap off her back and move in front of her to continue.

When you get in front of her, you kneel and put a hand on her knee, “How are we feeling, sweetie?”, you ask her to gauge her emotions. She looks down at herself before looking at you, “oppa, you love me, right? You won’t leave me just because I didn’t let you in my ass, right? Please tell me you love me. Please, oppa”, she asks, her voice trembling from sadness. She needs assurance and comfort right now, and you’re ready to give her whatever she needs to make her feel better.

“I love you, baby. Please believe me when I say that I’m not going to force you into anal until you’re ready, whenever that may be. Even if you end up never feeling ready for it, I’ll still love you with all my life; there’s no doubt in my mind about it”, you tell her with all the sincerity you can muster. “Please don’t feel burdened by any of it, baby. I won’t leave you, no matter what happens tonight”, you tell her while hugging her tightly, your promise true and sincere as ever. When you finally pull away, you see a small smile drawn on her face, “feeling better, love? Let’s finish this and then go to sleep, okay?”, to which she nods enthusiastically, straightening her back to give you access to clean her front.

-

It’s been a few days since the semifinal and that night where Seoyeon tried being a subby baby for you—she chickened out when you teased her asshole, though, blue-balling you in the end. The grand final is right around the corner and you’ve spent the last few of days preparing for the last dance. You’re nervous out of your mind at the prospect of playing in the grand final, unconsciously speaking less day in and day out. Seoyeon notices this and tries to help you ease your mind as much as she can, being the angel of a girlfriend that she is, even when you forget to thank her—basketball is taking the entire space in your head right now.

After going through the past 2 days mindlessly, it’s now Saturday morning again, 12 hours before the final game of the season. You woke up not-too-smoothly, letting out a panic gasp as you felt your soul get shoved back into your body. You panic even more when you can’t find Seoyeon in bed, so you immediately jump off the bed and run out of the bedroom.

After doing so, you hear sizzling coming from the kitchen. “Is that Seoyeon?”, you think to yourself. When you go to the kitchen to investigate, you see Seoyeon in front of the stove, busy doing something. “Good morning, oppa! I’m making some steamed eggs for breakfast”, she says cheerfully when she sees you. Relief fills your head right away, so you hug her from behind without saying anything and rest your forehead on her head, “I panicked when I couldn’t find you in bed”, you mumble into the back of her head. “Sorry, oppa. Just wanted to make you some breakfast to cheer you up before tonight”, she says to you. You keep hugging her until she notifies you that she’s done cooking and asking you to sit at the table.

“My mom taught me how to make this, oppa. Hope you like it”, she says wishfully. You’re so captivated by the steaming pot of steamed eggs in front of you that you almost forget to thank the person behind it. “Ah, almost forgot—thank you, baby. You’ve been so kind to me these past few days—months, really. I’ll take you on a date after this is all done, okay?”, you say to her. Seoyeon can’t help but blush at your words, “oh-oh, I was just trying to help you, oppa. You-you’ve also been so kind to me”, she says before covering her face with her hands—you find it adorable that she still gets shy with you despite having been dating for a few months.

“Thank you for the meal!”, you exclaim excitedly before sticking a spoon into the pot. You let out a satisfied groan after the first spoonful; it is so soft and well-seasoned, absolutely astonishing. “This is amazing, baby. Thank you so much”. “I’m glad you like it, oppa. I was so nervous if I made it wrong”, she replies.

-

After finishing the meal, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom while Seoyeon washes the dishes. You then open the wardrobe to get some clothes and the jersey for tonight. As you dig through your part of the wardrobe, you find a piece of paper folded in half lying on top of your jersey. With a curious mind, you open it; “Oppa, this is Seoyeon—obviously”, the first line says, “I know you’ve been stressed out about the grand final, but I want to remind you that you’ll always be my number one regardless of the result tonight. Love you always, captain. Signed, your Seoyeon”, the rest of the letter says, her signature drawn on the bottom.

As you finish reading it, you see Seoyeon enter the bedroom, “oh you found it already, guess I didn’t hide it well enough”, she says while smirking, pointing to the piece of paper on your hand. You can’t believe how lucky you are to be in love with such a sweet girl, so you can’t help but fall on your knees wordlessly. Surprised by the sight in front of her, Seoyeon rushes to you, “oppa, are you okay? Are you sick?”, she asks in panic, hugging you and putting a palm on your forehead. “Seoyeon, I.. I love you so much. Thank you for everything”, you say while looking deeply into her eyes. Seoyeon hugs you tightly after hearing your words, “no, thank you. I love you so much too. Go win this for me, okay? Fighting, captain”, she says to you.

-

It's only a few minutes before the grand final starts. You find yourself in the darkness of the tunnel again. “You’ll always be my number one”, Seoyeon’s words are repeating endlessly in your head. Your thoughts are cut short when you see the same guy and the flag from before make another appearance; “for you, captain”, the guy says. You grab the flag from him and put it against your shoulder like before.

Unlike last time, though, everyone’s wearing a jacket now. Everyone wears it normally while you wear yours like a cape, making the name of the university clear for everyone to see. The guy gives you the signal to enter and start the pre-match pleasantries which you’re not paying attention to, your mind locked in for the game itself—you do hear the crowd cheer when the announcer says your name, though, so that’s nice.

The first half was hard; your team were trading points and exchanging leads back and forth with the opponents. During the break, Coach Park was putting more emphasis on steadying the game and scoring consistently in the second half while being tight on defense. Before heading back out, Coach Lee pulls you to the side; “we need you to score from deep, son. They’ve been covering you loosely this game, you must take advantage of that”, he tells you, to which you reply by nodding your head in acknowledgment.

True enough, they’re allowing you to have more space on the floor as you’re able to have uninterrupted looks to shoot every few possessions. As instructed by Coach Lee, you take advantage of it as much as you can, making 4 out of 5 shots from long range. Your team is now leading by 8, the largest in the game so far. Feeling uncomfortable, the opponent’s coach calls a timeout, sending both teams to the bench to talk. After the timeout, Coach Park decides to sit you on the bench for the rest of the quarter, giving you some time to catch up with your girl, who’s sitting in the same seat as last time. “Oppa, what are we thinking?”, she asks you. “We’re trying to keep this lead, baby. Pray for us, okay?”, you say to her, making it as simple as possible for her to understand.

3rd quarter ends with your team leading by 4; not big enough a lead to be comfortable, but you’ll have to make do with what you have. “10 more minutes, guys, come on”, you tell your teammates during the huddle, “let’s win this shit”, you add at the end. The approach now is to be intense on defense, forcing hard matchups and turnovers to turn into easy fastbreaks on the other end of the court. You’ve been taking a few elbows to your body throughout the game, hurting you little by little; “that’s basketball for you, just man up”, your brain says.

After forcing another turnover and turning it into an easy bucket, the opponent calls their last timeout with 1 minute left in the game. Coach Lee takes the floor this time, “we’re almost there, boys. Hang on for 1 minute and you’ll win it. Let’s go”, he says, before explaining some defensive schemes for the last minute of the game. The huddles break when the horn sounds, notifying both teams to get back on the floor with 1 minute left.

The opponents have the ball coming from the timeout. The guard is bringing the ball up the court while making a horn sign with his fingers. Everyone knows what to do, so each of you gets ready to react to the play. Unfortunately, despite having prepared to defend such play, they still manage to score 2 points off an offensive rebound following a miss, cutting the lead down to 2. After getting the inbound, you start bringing the ball to the other side with less than seconds left on the clock, calling for the circle play as an attempt to put this game to bed by scoring from deep in crunch time. You pass the ball to a teammate before cutting inside and circling outside the 3-pt line again—hence the “circle”—while another teammate sets a screen for you, leaving you wide open to shoot.

As you shoot, adrenaline slows down the time, making it feel like it takes the ball forever to fly through the air and into the hoop. After keeping your eyes on the ball the whole time, you finally see the ball go cleanly through the basket, hitting nothing but nylon. With it, the crowd roars as you’ve grown the lead to 5 with almost no time for retaliation. After getting back on defense one last time, you hear the final buzzer roar through the arena— “is it done? Did we win?”, your brain wonders. As if hearing your thoughts, a teammate hugs you, “yo we won, man, we won. Can you believe that? We won!”, he says, screaming at you. After him, your other teammates start piling up on you one by one; “ah yes, we did win”, your brain confirms.

-

After exchanging emotions with everyone, you’re now left alone in the court. You find yourself on your knees trying to process everything that has happened, your emotions still at bay. Shortly after, you look up to find Seoyeon, immediately spotting her. She’s bawling her eyes out while having her fists in the air.

You run up to her so you two can share this moment. You hold out your arms and she fills it right away, “oppa, you did it, you won!”, she says, her voice shaky from the emotions. “Yes, we did, sweetie. We won, and it’s all thanks to you”, you reply to her as tears start running down your face. After hugging for a few seconds, you pull away from her, “I’m going to the locker room, see you at home, love”, you tell her. “Don’t forget, oppa, I have a present for you, a huge one”, she replies to you, a mischievous smile drawn on her face.

You ended up spending an hour celebrating with the team and a bunch of professors who attended the game. You’re now in the Uber heading home, all refreshed and cleaned up after showering. You’re excited at the prospect of getting a present from your beloved—not long to go until you reach your apartment. As soon as you arrive at the door, you enter the passcode. “Huh, no sound from Seoyeon”, you think to yourself. “Seoyeon, are you home, baby?”, you say loudly as you try to find her. “In here, oppa”, you hear her say behind the closed bedroom door.

After putting down your stuff, you knock on the door and enter the bedroom. You’re met with Seoyeon, who has her bathrobe on like last time, making your heart rate jump through the roof in excitement. “Congrats on winning the tournament, oppa”, she starts, “and with it, you’ve won the grand prize”. “Thank you, baby, and what’s this grand prize you’re talking about?”, you ask, ready to get lucky.

“Your prize—“, she says while taking a few steps back and taking off her robe, revealing a very sexy black lingerie, “—is me”. Your cock hardens instantly at her words, “oh, really?”, you reply to her, your head full of lust— “when did she buy that?”, your brain asks. “Yes, oppa—or should I say, daddy”, she says while getting on her knees, “I’m entirely yours, daddy. Do what you want to me”.

You walk up and kneel on one knee in front of her, getting on her eye level, “Safe word?”, you ask. “Same as always, but I don’t plan on using it tonight. Let me please you, daddy—use me”, she says, not folding to your deep gaze. You stand back up again to free your cock from its constraints, and that’s when she adds fuel to your fire, “All yours, daddy, including my ass”. Surprised to hear her offer her ass to you, you look at her, “I hope you’re sure because I’m not asking again”, you warn her. “I’ve given you my cherry, might as well give you the other one”, her reply stuns you. “Get on the bed like last time”, you command her.

You walk over to the bedside table to grab a condom. Seoyeon sees this, and she rushes to you and holds your arm; “fuck me raw, daddy—breed me”, she says with lustful gaze. Your cock gets hard quickly at her words, “careful with what you wish for, slut”, you say while holding her by the chin and she replies by smirking seductively. “Get on your hands and knees, now”, you say impatiently.

Once she’s in position—her head hanging off the edge while the rest of her body is in bed—put your cock into her mouth. You see her chest go up and down with every thrust, trying to stay calm as your cock is lodged in her airway. Naughty as you are, you palm her neck with one hand. You feel her throat bulging every time you push deep into her mouth. This, however, makes her lose control and start gagging loudly. “Oh shit, I’m getting close”, you groan and she lets out a muffled whine as a reply. You pick up your pace, planning to cum in her moist mouth. A few thrusts later, you feel your cock twitch: a signal that you’re cumming.

Trying to show her some mercy, you pull your shaft out but leave the tip in. “Fuck!”, you say as you cum in her mouth and make her choke on your cum. She waits for you to finish spurting your baby batter before tapping your thighs, asking for you to pull out. Once you do, you see that spit has run down her face. “Show me”, she opens her mouth filled with cum, “so?”, you ask. She puts her doubts aside and swallows it, earning a chuckle from you. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Move up, get comfortable”, you say as you help her move up the bed, “I’m your good girl, daddy. I’ll do anything for you”, she says.

She’s laying on her stomach limply while you leave to get water. “Drink, baby. You’ve been screaming a lot”, you say to her sweetly while putting the glass close to her mouth, letting her sip some water. “Thank you, daddy. You’re so sweet”, she says with a grateful smile on her face. “So, what now?”, you ask her, hoping that she’ll keep her promise from earlier. “Fuck my ass, daddy. Take my last cherry and make me yours entirely. I’ve prepared the lube, it’s in the bottom drawer”, she says to you, her eyes full of lust again, ready to give you her last virginity.

You kneel behind Seoyeon and stick your cock deep into her pussy, making her moan at the first penetration. “You want daddy’s cum? You think you deserve it?”, you say with a hoarse voice while aggressively thrusting into her. “Daddy—oh, I—ah, fuck—I’m your good girl—fuck—please give me your cum”, she says while moaning and cursing out loud. Not one to deny such request, you push her down so that only her ass is in the air. “As you wish, slut”, and with it, you start picking up your pace: giving it to her deep and fast, making her grip the sheets tightly while screaming into the pillow.

“Oh God, you’re stretching me, daddy—fuck!—keep going, please. Breed me, please!”, she begs you. “Zip it, slut—fuck, how are you still so tight after all this time?”, you say before pressing her head into the pillow. “I’m not too far away now”, you announce, while Seoyeon is still screaming into the pillow, “I’ll need to give her a lot of water after this”, you say to yourself, taking a mental note. “Fuck, I’m cumming. Cum with me, baby”, you say, breaking your dominant character before thrusting one last time and leaving your cock stuck deep in her pussy, filling her second hole with baby batter. You notice that she’s also having her orgasm as shown by her shaking legs and thighs. You pull out after the both of you have come down from your high—your cock is now shining thanks to her slick.

You walk away from her and open the bottom drawer, and would you look at that: a sealed bottle of Prael Gel lube. “When did you buy this?”, you ask her. “Wouldn’t you like to know”, she says before chuckling, “do it, daddy—I’m begging you”. After slathering lube all over your cock, you get into the bed again, “how do you want me?”, she says as she gets ready to get into position. “Just lay on your stomach and spread these cheeks for me”, you tell her, spanking both cheeks and making them red. “As you wish, daddy”, she says while her hands are spreading her cheeks, letting you see the forbidden hole.

Once you’re in, you start giving her deep but slow thrusts and let her asshole adapt to the large shaft lodged in it, “my God you’re so tight—fucking hell”, you exclaim while her anal muscles are squeezing your cock. “Alwa-always am, for you—oh my God, fuck!”, she screams into the pillow again when you reach the deepest point, “you’re going to ruin me, daddy—please ruin me, I’m nothing without you”, she says, making the fire in you rage wildly. “I’m going faster, keep squeezing my cock”, you say to her. Seeing her press her head into the pillow serves as a green light to you, so you start going faster while still hitting the deepest spot in her ass. “God I’m gonna cum again”, you groan as you’re inching closer to your third orgasm tonight.

You get on top of her and set your knees on either side of her thighs. You slowly move forward until your tip reaches her rear entrance. Seoyeon gasps and turns her head to look at you, “slowly, daddy, please—be gentle with your slut; it’s her first time”, she says to you, “did she just call herself a slut?”, you think. You just give her a nod while pushing into her ass—her muscles are not letting you in, “relax, baby, let me in”, you say to her.

You’re not entirely sure if she actually relaxes as you keep pushing forward and forcefully break in into her ass. You finally get past her sphincter, stretching her asshole and molding it into the shape of your cock. “Fuck, daddy, you’re so big! Please be gentle, please, please—God, fuck—it’s-it’s my first time, daddy—AHHHH!”, her screams are muffled by the pillow but still loud enough to reach your ears.

Not wanting to leave her behind, you lift her ass up into the air again and begin rubbing her clit. “Cum with me or I’m tying you to the bed”, you whisper in her ear. Upon hearing your command, she replies, “oh, oh, daddy, please let me cum with you—AHHHHH PLEAAASE”. The way her asshole squeezes your cock is foreign to you, so you can’t help but let out deep groans of your own. After thrusting in and out about a few dozen times while her moans and whines fuel your lust, the familiar feeling of reaching ejaculation is creeping up on you. You rub her clit faster to get her to cum with you while you keep fucking her ass. “Seoyeon, I’m cumming, take it all!”, “DADDY PLEASE”, she screams in return, and with it, you’re releasing in her ass while she squirts for the first time.

Despite feeling weak in the core and wanting to fall over, you pull out of her ass, being shown the gape your cock has made of her ass. Seoyeon is not making any sound right now, so you hope that she’s just drained and still fine. You peck her on the back of the head before going to the bathroom to start the shower.

After making sure that everything is set in the bathroom, you go back to the bedroom and touch her back, “no, no, daddy. Pochacco, please—fuck—I can’t take it anymore. Please, I’m begging you”, she says while panicking, saying her safe word for good measure. “Hey, hey, calm down, baby. We’re done for tonight. There’s nothing to worry about, okay?”, you soothe her while petting her head softly. “Let me take care of you, alright? The shower is ready”, you say to her before carrying her to the bathroom.

You sit her down on the stool since you figure that she won’t be able to stand up on her own after getting wrecked in all 3 holes. You start cleaning her back as usual before kneeling in front of her. “Oppa, did you like it? I-I hope I did well”, she says. “Baby, it was amazing and you did excellent. Thank you so much”, you say before going in for a kiss. “I thought my ass was on fire, oppa—“, she says after pulling away, so you hug her as a gesture of apology, “—but I think I liked it, you felt much bigger in my ass”. “Are you saying we should do it again? I think it was amazing”, you ask with hopefulness in your voice. “O-oh, yeah, sure”, she says before looking away, subtle pink tint on her cheeks.

-

You two get back into the bed after showering to start cuddling. You’re half-mindedly petting her head that’s currently tucked against your chest, inching closer to sleep before your brain reminds you of something. “Hey, baby, what happened? I thought you weren’t ready for anal?”, you ask her. “Ahh, oppa”, she whines cutely and slaps your chest lightly, “a friend told me that she had just given her anal cherry to her boyfriend as a birthday present, an-and I figured that maybe I could do that as well should you win the tournament”, she continues. “I must say that you’re crazy but I’m also thankful”, you say before kissing her head, “but where did the daddy kink come from?”, you follow up. Before saying anything, she pulls away from the cuddle and gets on top of you, “I.. want to be yours, like yours yours, you know?”, she says before looking away from your deep gaze, “I figured that I could be your subby baby and let you do whatever to me to prove my sincerity”.

You’re absolutely stunned by her answer, “you know you didn’t need to do all that, right? You know I love you”, you say to her. “Yes, yes, you always say that you love me, but I still want to do it. Please, oppa, accept me”, she says. You pull her down and hug her tightly, “of course, baby. I love you so much, okay?”, you then whisper in her ear, getting back into the dominant character, “you’re mine from now on, and you’ll do whatever I ask you to, you understand?”. “Yes, daddy. From now on, I’m your slut”, she replies, her voice laced with submission to you. Satisfied with her answer, you wrap her in your arms once again and take her to the dreamland while the gears in your head start spinning, trying to come up with things to do to her in the future.

[sp0o0kylights]

Someone on Twitter proposed Steve and Gareth as cousins whose family had a major falling out, and then someone else brought it up recently and long story short no idea who to credit the idea too bc you can’t search for SHIT on Twitter but it's theirs not mine. 

Anyway I wrote a lil thing as a warmup 

PART TWO

"Why don't you come sit with Hellfire?" Gareth asked, angrily leaned against the bathroom wall while Steve fixed his hair.

He'd tried not to cling since he entered high school. Tried to keep things on the downlow, least any gossipy mouths started running. 

It was so stupidly, needlessly, hard. 

 His cousin was only two years ahead of him but they'd spent the last year in different schools because of it. 

 That year, and the lack of Steve's presence in it, had grated. Now that he finally had Steve back, Gareth was loathe to play by the rules. 

"Sit with you and Eddie, "the freak" Munson? I'll pass." Steve said, but there was no bite in it. 

That, Gareth knew, was because Steve was  using Eddie as an excuse. 

"You'd like Eddie if you spent five minutes with him, King Steve." Gareth fired back on automatic. His fingers dug into his arms, as he resisted the urge to pace around the bathroom floor. 

Unspoken was all the shit that had taken place.

Steve and Nancy's breakup. The rumor mill in overdrive, first about how Jonathan Byers had taken creep shot photos of them, then about how he'd taken his shot with Nancy herself. 

The supposed cheating, the public fights, the crazy background of Jonathan's little brother being missing. 

Billy Hargrove beating Steve to a pulp. 

Now friendless, Steve had thoroughly fallen from his place at the tippy top of the social hierarchy and between his utter lack of friends and his shit tier parents, Gareth was concerned. 

"You do not want me to sit with you, Gary. I'd tell all your little friends that you're apart of the royal family." Steve turned, making an exaggerated face. "How's Munson feel about cozying up to a Prince?" 

"I'd technically be an Earl, Steve, not a prince." Gareth grumbled. 

He got an eye roll in response. "Somehow I don't think he'll care." 

"I do though." Gareth blurted out, absolutely thoughtless. 

Steve blinked at him. 

"What?" He said. 

In for a penny right?

 "I care." Gareth said, looking down and scuffing a shoe, making it squeak against the grimy tiles. "About you. You dick." 

"Wow Gary you almost sounded loving there."

For once, he ignored the jab. "I'm worried about you, man." He said it quietly, the painful truth pulled out of him almost by force. 

He knew better than anyone how few people Steve had. Knew how his dad was likely taking all the crap Steve had been involved in lately. 

Richard Harrington hadn't been the wedge that had separated his and Steve's mother, but the man hadn't done them any favors, either. 

His intolerance towards the working and lower classes, his demand for perfection, the way he looked down his nose not just on Gareth's parents but on his own wife and son…

Gareth's mom didn't tolerate it. 

Likewise, Stella Harrington didn't tolerate her sister ruining her shot at being a rich trophy wife. 

Both their sets of parents were dramatic and neither of them weren't anywhere near the concept of "good" but at least Gareth's weren't neglectful and abusive. 

Shitty absolutely, but he never worried about getting thrown out, or that his mom wouldn't acknowledge his birthday because he'd "complimented her outfit the wrong way." 

(”It's fine dude she just thought I called her ugly. It was a miscommunication. Dad said it's a good lesson about how women work."

"Casual reminder that your dad's an asshole and also how is telling your mom that she looked lovely in the sunlight telling her she's ugly?”

“It implied she wasn't lovely the rest of the time or some shit, I dunno man.”) 

The BMW was a shitty prize when compared what Steve had dealt with to receive it. 

"I'm okay." Steve said seriously. "It's almost the end of the year anyways. I can tough out having some extra alone time." 

"If you're sure…"

"Yeah man, I'm sure. Thanks though."

Then Steve pulled him into a hug and fuck their parents, who demanded they continued some stupid grudge. Gareth clung to him just as hard as he had at ten. Unsure if he'd ever be allowed to see Steve again.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Monkey Business

Thanks for the Ask, Fetifiction

I heard you've got a crush on your gym buddy. You said his name was Amir, right? I know you like his personality or whatever, but he's not exactly your type. Is he? So, I sent you some experimental protein powder. It's called Ape Mode. Slip some of that in his drink...I think you'll like what happens...

"Oh, hey dude," Amir gives a friendly nod, "I almost thought you weren't coming. Did that professor hold class after the bell again?"

"Yup!" your voice shakes as you answer.

It's a lie. You just spent the last twenty minutes trying to spike his sports drink in the locker room. It was hard enough to find the damn thing, but you had to make sure it was definitely his. Luckily, his gym bag is bright yellow. It's pretty hard to miss, so the half empty bottle sitting next to it had to be his.

"He's a real douchebag," your friend complains, "Come on. I just started stretching."

Nervously, you sit beside Amir and try to keep up with his stretches. He asks you about your day and wonders if you need to vent about school. You just shake your head. Amir's caring personality is the best thing about him, but it's also making you feel really guilty for lying to him. Hopefully, that powder doesn't screw him up!

Amir ends the warmup and climbs to his feet. You watch as your best friend walks over to the locker room and pulls out his drink: the one you spiked. For a brief moment, you feel a flash of regret and almost shout out for him to stop, but it's already too late. The moment has passed. Amir is gulping down the entire contents of his bottle. All you can do is stare at him and wait.

"You good, dude?" Amir asks, snapping you out of your daze.

"Yup! Totally...um... let's workout!"

Amir claps you on the back and heads over to a treadmill. The guy is always doing cardio, leaving him thin and nimble, but you'd rather he looked a different way. You want to see him big and brawny like the man of your dreams. Hopefully, by the end of this workout, he will.

It's hard to act normal, but you swallow your anxiety and walk over to a weight machine. It's in the perfect spot to keep an eye on Amir. You want to know as soon as the changes start happening. A small part of you still doubts whether or not Ape Mode will actually work.

30 minutes later...

"Dude, I don't know what's happening! I was just running on the treadmill like normal, but..." he glances down at his swollen arms in disbelief, "well look at me!"

"I don't know either," you tell him with your most convincing voice, "but you look great!"

Amir takes another look down at his biceps. They've easily expanded to twice the size they used to be, but that's not the only thing that's changed. You've been staring at him on the treadmill for the last half hour. His whole body seemed to expand! His thighs thickened and his shoulders broadened. You think he even got taller! Not to mention the dense layer of stubble that's sprouted all over Amir's face.

He hasn't seemed to notice it all yet, but every part of his body seems to have shifted in some way! Seeing your friend transform into your wet dream is a lot more stressful than you imagined. You might be hiding a raging boner, but you're still worried about what will happen when Amir looks in a mirror. What if he doesn't like the new him? You wonder for a second if you should just come clean and tell him about the powder.

Amir flexes his arm, staring at his bulging bicep with a worried look, "I don't know, dude. Should I be worried?"

You look into your friend's vulnerable eyes, "Nope! Let's just get back to our workout."

Amir nods and lowers his tense shoulders. He trusts your judgement and brushes off his concerns. You watch with a mixture of guilt and excitement as Amir saunters back to the treadmill. His ass has even filled out, too!

"Dude!" a deep voice moans behind you.

"Woah!" your jaw drops at the site of Amir. His voice has lowered several octaves to the point where you couldn't even recognize it. His appearance is just as drastically different. The big hairy man standing before you looks only vaguely like the friend you know and love.

"What, is it bad? I don't feel good..." Amir groans, "Buh-UUuurrrp!” A low gutteral belch voices out of his stomach.

You don't know how to react. His transformation is progressing wildly, and you're almost too turned on to comfort him!

"I was just running, but my steps just kept feeling heavier, and I was feeling itchy all over, and my shirt is pinching me, and..." he trails off as he scratches his gut absent-mindedly.

It looks like he's gained sixty pounds, so it's no wonder that his shirt is feeling tight! Some of that weight isnt muscle, either. Amir has a bit of a gut, now, and with his shirt soaked in sweat, you can see how hairy his new chest is. His entire body seems to be sprouting fur like he's some kind of animal!

"Don't worry about it," you say, grabbing Amir's hand in an effort to calm him down. You might as well commit to his transformation at this point! It's obviously working!

"But, I'm so fat and hairy," he grunts slowly, "And I can't move ten inches without sweating like a pig!" his stomach growls before his bubbling up his chest, "Buur…brrruUuUUUP!”

"Hey these changes are normal, big guy," you pat him on his big meaty back, "I like the new Amir."

Amir frowns and rips his hand away from yours. Before you know it, he's stomping back over to the treadmill with heavy steps that shake the floor. He seems to have a little less patience than he used to. Maybe he's just frustrated by all the changes?

"Amir can we go now?" you ask for the third time in a row, "You've been staring at yourself in that mirror for an hour now!"

He doesn't seem to hear you. Amir has packed on so much fat, muscle, and hair that he looks completely unrecognizable. He almost seems more like he's an animal than your old friend.

He's been watching the final touches of his transformation take place in his new form, only pausing to occasionally scratch his ass or sniff his pits. Of course, the entire gym is giving him angry looks. A cloud of strong BO is wafting off of him, and it doesn't help that he keeps burping and farting loud enough for everyone to hear. Amir seems totally oblivious to how uncomfortable he's making everyone, so you're left to feel all the social awkwardness.

"Amir, come on," you tenderly grab his hairy forearm.

"GrrrUH!" Amir growls and rips his arm away again.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. You wanted Amir to look like a hairy beast, not act like one! How the hell are you supposed to get him out of here, let alone fall in love with you? He's acting like a big stupid caveman!

Feeling defeated, you stumble over to the locker room. If your going to leave, you at least want something to cover the tent in your shorts. Amir's bright yellow backpack would never fit on his massive frame anymore. He probably couldn't even remember how to put it on. With a sigh, you pick the thing up hold it close to your waist.

"MmnNanna?" a curious grunt comes as you reenter the gym. Amir, the huge hairy beast is staring at the yellow backpack with hungry eyes. "Nanna," he growls more definitively.

"You want a banana?" you ask gingerly.

"Mmmmngh!" he nods emphatically, licking his lips.

This is yellow backpack must be your ticket to controlling him! "Follow me," you smile, finally understanding how this beast of a man.

With lumbering steps, Amir stumbles behind you. It's a good thing he's hot, because he's lost all the intelligence he'd had before. All you had to do was say the word banana and now he's following you out to the car, drooling the entire way. You can't help but chuckle at your gigantic friend following behind you like a big dumb animal.

In the car, you toss the yellow bag as far back as you can. All three hundred pounds of Amir jumps inside and you slam the door shut behind him. Now you just have to get the guy home with him getting too angry.

"BuuuUughHnnannNnaAH!" he bellows, beating his chest with wild fury.

"Ok, ok! I'll go buy a damn banana."

"Nnngh!" Amir clenches your wrist before you can get out of the car. "...nanna!" he grunts, staring at your crotch like it's his first meal in weeks.

"Oh," you gasp. You didn't know he meant that banana. Amir's transformation might not have been what you expected, but you couldn't deny that you were enjoying your new friend. This is going to be an interesting car ride...

[imaginespazzi]

It's very late, I'm a tiny bit tipsy but I definitely won't have time tomorrow, and if my inbox is anything to go by, y'all really want your pazzi crumbs so here y'all go (I might do a proper recap about the game later but we'll see)

Also I know I said I lowkey wanted Paige to leave but you guys seeing the way gampel loves her (like IT WAS LOUD and lowkey didn't even hear her say the "I'm coming back" part because everyone was screaming already) and seeing the way she loves them back, ugh I'm just so happy she gets that again for one more year and I just hope it's everything she wants.

Anyways onto what you're here for:

The scream I screamed when Azzi came out in the #5 jersey like I think I scared some people (read: the girl next to me even though she should be used to my bullshit by now). But when I tell y'all it was a MOMENT, for me and for Paige. I'm sure she knew it was happening but I have no idea if she'd seen Azzi in that jersey before the moment. But girlie's eyes were glued for a good minute. Like they were doing their warmups and stuff they do, and Azzi was walking around the court saying hi to people and Paige was distracted as hell. Then Azzi finally got to her and bruh the smirk on this bitch's face like WE GET IT. That's your girl, in your jersey. She definitely made some smartass comment cause Azzi rolled her eyes. Like you guys I wish I had videoed this interaction, even if it would have come out blurry as fuck, because I swear it's better than anything I can ever write, literally straight out of a fic vibes.

KK also definitely made some smartass comment cause Azzi full just shoved her at some point. Princess was getting teased by everyone today I think because she was blushing and rolling her eyes a lot and whoever was around her was laughing with teasing eyes.

They gravitate to each other so much, like so much it's kinda insane. Especially before the game, like as soon as Azzi was out of the tunnel (injured players come out a couple of minutes after the other players), even when they're not really even interacting each other, they're in each other's orbiit. Y'all like it's kinda ridiculous. And I was at the Texas game last year (was not as invested back then so maybe that's why) but I swear they weren't this attached yet.

Also seeing Azzi so happy and carefree pregame, I already knew Paige was definitely staying.

Small moment during the foul with Amari that was being reviewed, the non-injured players were huddled and the injured players were still on the bench. And Paige just kept looking back at Azzi and at some point Aaliyah like elbowed her and gave her a knowing look before also turning back and looking at Azzi.

Also I swear when they're slapping hands, both of them tend to linger just a second longer than they do with other people.

Speaking of people teasing Azzi, Paige's mom gave her the biggest smirk when she saw her after the game. Like she looked at the jersey and then like titled her head a little bit and then they hugged and it was so sweet. Before that she was messing around with all of Paige's siblings. You can just tell the comfort level is different because at this point, everyone's close to everyone's families to an extent, but it's just different with Azzi and Paige's family.

Back to gravitating, as soon as Paige was done with the SNY interview and interacting with fans, she was back in Azzi's orbit. Like they don't really touch and stuff because they're clearly aware there's so many people, but you can see they kinda want to? But they were just talking after. They're so tethered, like I know and y'all know, but when you see it in person it's kinda insane to observe.

Alright that's all I can remember right now but I'll see if I can remember more. But man it was just such an emotional night and ugh I love this senior class so much and seeing them get the love they deserve made me so happy. They deserve everything.

[twentytwentywhore]

JJK x Reader: Gym date

Gym dates!

Characters: Satoru Gojo. Suguru Geto. Kento Nanami

Tags: gn reader

Warnings: Mentions of creeps staring

Satoru Gojo

It was not intentional, making you a gymrat, that was. He was very much in to fitness when you first got together. His favorite thing was sending you post workout photos because your reactions always fueled his ego.

He always, always took time to try and partake in your interests. It felt fair that you tried to take part in his. When you asked if you could go to the gym with him one day, he was eager to accept!

Unfortunately, the man that he is did not take the fact that you were not an active person into account. After warmup stretches he immediately just carried on with his standard routine. Satoru is insane. He starts his routine off with burpies. You don't give up, of course. But you cannot keep pace.

Satoru is so eager to show you how various machines work though. It's definitely an excuse to be close to you. It also served as an excuse to stare down any man, woman, or otherwise who stared at you.

Despite it being a gym date, for once he isn't so insanely clingy as he tends to be. He's encouraging and excited and is sure you don't hurt yourself.

Though, just because his own safety is also important, he does ask someone in his same weight class to act as his own checker when you get to weights. Unfortunately, as a man always on the grind, he is not dropping any weights on his bench press just to make you feel better.

It is also definitely because he wants to show off how strong he is. He is pushing his limit because of course he is.

What he didn't expect is how much fun you had, even if when you got home you were sweaty and miserable and simply wanted to exist in a hot bath until your skin melted.

You were ready to go again two days later. Satoru was sure it was a phase. Not that he didn't enjoy the gym date, of course! He was always happy to have you with him. Though he might need to sacrifice showing off for his own personal safety.

While the two of you warm up, he asks if there's anything you want to focus on if you're going to be accompanying him to the gym. You smile and joke about wanting to out-lift him. He takes it completely seriously.

Next thing you know he has a routine for upper body strength completely planned out for you. With a little bit of core strength to even out the workload and to avoid injuring your back.

When you accompanying him to the gym becomes a normal thing, it doesn't take long for you each to go off on your own to focus what works for you. Though Satoru makes it a point to always be at your side, changing his routine around so that he's always close enough to help if need be.

Satoru knew he was making a monster when you started to send him post workout photos.

Suguru Geto

Suguru was shocked when you said you wanted to go to the gym with him one day. He thought it was some weird ploy to see if there were people hitting on him while he worked out. Then he thought it was just to admire him. It took him a few tries to figure out that you did, in-fact want to also work out with him.

He was instantly on board with the idea. He also had no issue simplifying his routine to accommodate the fact that you were new to this, he wasn't about to leave you in the dust.

You had honestly expected him to get possessive about you. So many people around who could stare at you in potentially somewhat compromising positions. He didn't though. "I'm with you after all, you're far less likely to get hit on if you're with a gym partner."

What you miss is the downright threatening stares he gives anyone that he feels is even slightly pushing their limits. You don't miss the fact that he's quick to make a formal complaint to the gym itself when you mention someone was giving you the creeps.

It seems he's actually a pretty popular guy in the gym. Not in the way you were expecting though, a handsome man like him. He's polite to others and eager to help. When he spots someone at the bench press on their own he makes sure to keep an eye on them just in case. When their elbow gives out and they dump the bar to the side to avoid crushing their throat, Suguru is immediately there to help.

He takes his fitness and more importantly, his safety in fitness, so seriously. In turn he does the same for everyone else.

Suguru is still pretty handsy with you though. When he corrects your posture, he doesn't just demonstrate but uses his hands to guide your body.

He's quiet during sets, but afterwards is so kind, insisting you did amazing. He doesn't want to distract you after all. Consistently he checks in and makes sure you're okay. You are, and you know you could tell him if something was wrong. He makes you feel so safe in an environment that could otherwise be so judgemental.

When you're done and home he's quick to run a hot shower. He doesn't mind waiting for you to finish first before taking his own though.

Even if you don't end up going with him regularly, his gym buddies never hear the end of how much fun he had working out with you. He'd just never force you to do something you don't want to.

Luckily, at least once a week, you two make it appoint to have a gym date. For your relationship, and your personal health!

Kento Nanami

He had never even thought about gym dates. It was something he did for himself first and foremost. At the gym Kento was able to just shut his brain off after a long day for some very much needed him-time.

So it was definitely weird to have someone come with him. Especially because he suddenly became very aware of his own personal bad habits. Not that he was inconsiderate to anyone else. Just that his safety never quite came to mind.

It was so second nature to him that he stopped a moment when you asked if he was going to stretch before working out. No, he was not. Not until you said something.

There was just something about going to the gym after a long day at a job he hated. Especially because he was able to tune out the stares he got when he did squats or dead lifts. Maybe it was better you were here.

Nope. That was a lie. Suddenly it feels like every single person in this gym is staring directly at your ass when you squat down. He's such a reserved man, never been insecure about his relationship. Except for now.

Not that he didn't want to share something he enjoyed with you. It just wasn't that he enjoyed working out in the way people tended to enjoy hobbies.

Eventually he manages to calm his nerves. You two find a corner to ease his weird paranoia that people are staring.

You are actually dumbfounded when he mentions that he doesn't listen to music when he works out. Just the ambiance of a gym. You offer him an earbud and the two listen to some pre-made work out playlist.

The mood lightens as both of you rag on the music taste of whoever made the playlist while you both hold planks. Even when you give out because of your inexperience, you lay on your stomach across from him. The two of you joking around quietly in your own little corner of the world.

You eventually simply hang out and watch him go through his routine. Not wanting to accidentally fuel whatever weird insecurity fell over him.

There's a plus side to it though. While usually it is something he does because it's routine, he finds there's something fun about having you at his side. Exercise becomes a little more fun when he has someone there with him.

His life often tended to be so dull when he committed himself to being a man of routine. While maybe, at first, there was something that irked him, he actually greatly enjoyed the date.

When you get home he has a rare moment of vulnerability after he's showered. "Were you eying anyone else while we were there?"

You just smiled and laughed at something so ridiculous. "How could I? The best man in the entire world was in front of me the whole time?"

[tic-loud-tic-proud]

10 Tips for people with klazomania (screaming tics)

1, and this is one that has changed my life: if you have very frequent shouting/screaming tics, DO VOCAL WARMUPS! I used to consistently lose my voice at the end of every day before I started doing this. There are plenty of short and simple warmup tutorials online- find one that works for you!

2, if you live in an apartment building, make sure to tell your neighbors. You don't need to explicitly tell them you have TS, but make sure they know you make loud sounds frequently so they're not concerned. Putting a sign on your door also works. Remember: in the USA it is illegal for landlords to evict someone solely because of a disability.

3, if you're heading off to college and plan on living in a dormitory you might want to request not having a roommate. If you are already diagnosed with a tic disorder, it should be easy to do this through your college's disability services office. If you would like to have a roommate make sure they understand your tics.

4, if you are planning on going out (to a restaurant, theme park, museum, etc.) you might want to call the staff of the location to inform them you have tics a few days before. I usually call ahead to restaurants to let them know about my klazomania and coprolalia tics and I've found that doing so makes it easier for both parties.

5, going off of 4, if you're going to a theme park or large museum and plan to suppress at least part of the time, get a map and mark off secluded places where you can safely let your tics out.

6, if you'd like you can bring a stuffed animal out in public with you: both for emotional support and to muffle the sound of loud tics.

7, if you're a middle or high school student, email your teachers to let them know about your tics. If you have moderate/severe tics it was very important to me that I gave a presentation to each of my classes at the beginning of each semester to teach them about my TS. Another accommodation that I got in high school was being allowed to zoom into my classes instead of attending in person: So on bad tic days I would stay home, and my teachers would broadcast the class over zoom for me.

8, drink lots of water and purchase a humidifier if possible. At the end of a long day drinking fluid and being in a more humid environment will help to soothe your voice. Herbal tea with honey or mild broths can also help soothe your voice!

9, have a good network of friends who understand and support you. This is no easy feat and can take years but it will have a huge impact on your quality of life. Join a support group (IRL or online) to talk to other people with tics who understand what you're going through, and find people who share your hobbies and interests!

10, remember that your tics don't define who you are! It is not your fault that you have tics, and you are not doing them on purpose. Don't feel guilty for something you have no control over. You deserve to live a happy and fulfilling life just like anyone else!

[pagegirlintraining]

Jealous!wilmon

"Back off, Simon is mine!" 🤭

I’m so sorry this took me literal ages to get to 🙈🙈🙈 but thank you so much for the prompt anyway! It was a fun one and I hope you like the result ☺️

“Back off, Simon is mine.”

The way Wille’s actually full-on glaring at Henry, cheeks still pink from their warmup sprints and eyes a full shade darker than usual, shouldn’t do anything to Simon other than make him giggle. But damnit, he can’t help the tiny, primitive part of him that preens at hearing his boyfriend stake his claim on him so explicitly, even if it’s for something as minuscule as a game of dodgeball. And maybe, just maybe, the deeper register that Wille’s voice has slipped into like second nature is also doing some things to Simon that he really should reevaluate when they’re not in the middle of gym class.

“Okay, okay, have him then”, Henry says with his palms slightly lifted, and only once Wille has turned his back to him to face the remaining players to be picked, Simon can see him mouthing a “Jesus Christ” in Walter’s direction.

“So” Simon hums quietly once he’s made his way over to Wille’s team, making sure to brush his shoulder with his own as he goes to stand behind him, “I’m yours, huh?”

He doesn’t expect the little “Very much” Wille whispers back to him, voice still holding that same, deep vibration, but oh my, is he not going to disagree.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Bengiyo Queer Cinema Syllabus Refresher

Since it's been awhile, I figured it might be good to give an update on my progress.

What am I doing? A year ago I decided I was going to be absolutely ridiculous and watch through the entirety of this hypothetical Queer Cinema Syllabus that @bengiyo made as a warm up to Asian QL because growing up I did not get a lot of exposure to queer cinema. I also decided that I would write some thoughts about each film I watched.

His syllabus is comprised of 9 Units: Unit 1- Coming of Age Post Moonlight Unit 2- Race, Disability, and Class Unit 3- Faith and Religion Unit 4- Heartbreak Alley Unit 5- Lesbians Unit 6- Gems Unit 7- Asian Film Warmup Unit 8- Yaoi Unit 9- Boys Love

As of today: July 4, 2024 I have completed 4 units and 29 films, here are links to my thoughts for all of those films:

Unit 1: Pariah (2011), Get Real (1998), Edge of Seventeen (1998), My Own Private Idaho (1991), Mysterious Skin (2004)

Unit 2: The Way He Looks (2014), Being 17 (2016), Naz and Maalik (2015), The Obituary of Tunde Johnson (2019),Margarita With a Straw (2014), My Beautiful Laundrette (1985), Brother to Brother (2004), and Beautiful Thing (1996)

Unit 3: But I’m a Cheerleader (2000), Prayers for Bobby (2009), Latter Days (2003), Blackbird (2014), The Wise Kids (2011), Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party (2015)

Unit 4: Bent (1997), Strange Fruit (2004),Boys Don’t Cry (1999), Brokeback Mountain (2005), Parting Glances (1986), Philadelphia (1993),The Living End (1992), Holding the Man (2015), Jeffery (1995), and Boys on the Side (1995)

[esmiara]

How do you come up with your poses? They all seem so cool and I struggle with coming up with anything/finding references.

Posing huh? This is quite an interesting topic so let's have a real talk about it. Though it won't obviously cover every single details there could be and explanations may be sloppy, I am no real art teacher after all. By the way I apologize in advance if there is any messy spelling or grammar mistake as english is not my first language.

To begin with, let's say the key words here are force lines, simplicity and body langage. Anatomy is a whole another topic so I won't talk too much about muscles and bones, as we are mainly here for posing.

Firstly, what are force lines? To put it simply, a force line is the core line guiding the figure's movement but also the whole composition, thus also guiding the eye itself toward (or away) the most important parts. With shipping, Soukoku in particular (since they have different temperaments), I like to have two lines that complement each other, via either inner or outer curves.

But those are whole compositions and we're not in a composition class either. However, when it comes to a single pose, the same principle can be applied. This force line can guide your whole body and even become your literal spine. As the spine is the most essential part of the human body (and non-human living body), it will act as the central part which the rest will follow naturally. Don't be shy and use a stickman for your overall structure! If you have a hard time simplifying the overall movement of your figure, try drawing it in a smaller size first. It doesn't matter if it looks ugly, you'll clean it up later.

If you're still struggling with your understanding of structures, try to decompose a reference picture (go check Pinterest, it's a true gold mine) with simple lines to determine where and how are positioned the spine, ribcages and main bones then transpose it to your own drawing as a guide.

"But how do I get those dynamic lines and cool curves??", you may ask. Well, have you tried figure drawing and more specifically gesture drawing? You can of course take a class with a nude model (they don't bite don't worry and you will focus more on the art part than the nude one), but you can also do so with tons of videos, pictures and even websites such as Line of Action, which allows you to have a custom built-in timer when drawing. To have only a mere 30 seconds to draw may sound terrifying but trust me, it's not that difficult. The point of drawing a whole figure in 30 seconds (or more) is to force yourself to simplify and avoid to focus on unimportant parts that aren't essential to the overall understanding of the pose. This will put you in a focused state of mind as well as training your hand muscles (this is a great warmup exercise). Feeling a bit uncomfortable on your wrist or feeling like you can only do tiny strokes one at a time instead of big elegant lines? Well firstly... stretch your wrist regularly, drink water and stop drawing every once in a while, this is very important, may you be a beginner or a professionnal artist. Secondly, try drawing on a bigger format! It will train you to use your elbow and shoulders to draw big lines more easily, like getting a bigger compass to draw a circle. I for example draw mostly with my elbow and shoulders, even unconsciously, as this is way more comfortable for me.

That's great we are talking about a lot of technical stuff. But what about the actual drawing you want to do? Well first, you need to decide which feeling you want to convey. Is it a scary scene? A gentle one? What do you want to depict? Is there something in particular you want to focus on? Something is needed to act as the solid base and this applies to everything, not only posing. Let's take a look at some examples with what we have seen with force lines and see more of the thought process behind my own poses.

And that's about it of what I'll tackle in this single ask ahah. This is basically a lot of brainstorming and thinking as well as taking inspiration from how real life people move, especially when it comes to body language. I took it a bit too seriously but I do hope it was of some help!

[docholligay]

Dr. Holligay Tries Things That Aren't Running: Cycling

In the most technical sense, I have done cycling before. That it was 8 years ago and once did not seem to even cause me a moment's pause. I have done this before! This is fine, and then I will get my little sticker to help me win my unbelievably stupid kitchen item.

So I walk into the cycling room, and I set up my bike. I don't remember anything about how a bike is supposed to fit, except maybe something vague about the seat hitting at your hip, which I manage to do, and then set up my silly little water bottle, and sit on the bike, waiting.

This place is PACKED. Everyone else is either also trying to win a kitchen item, or whatever other prizes they have that I have completely ignored, or, they have actual goals for their lives that are not about saving 300 bucks at the specialty kitchen store. Most alarmingly, everyone else seems to know what they are doing, while I'm sitting here hoping nobody notices my eyes are wandering desperately about the place.

The lights turn off, replaced by various LED strings in green and purples, as a woman with a pixie haircut* and a bright smile walked into the room and immediately switched the music on. All of a sudden, we are in the club. It is loud and thumping through my chest. I know I complain about noise a lot, and it is very true, but there's something I very much like about music so loud that you can feel it in your body and most importantly, you can't hear anything else. A lot of what annoys me about noise is the crowding of it. Anyway, you don't care about that, but I immediately start warming up a little faster.

So deep was I in this clubbing moment that the instructor, she of the pixie haircut, who I'm going to call Straight Country Lena, which will tell you how the rest of this is going to go, SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME by appearing at my side and going, "Chocolate espresso bean?"

I damn near jump off the bike, and she starts laughing. Her smile is huge, and her nose wrinkles when she does it.

"Sorry! I know the music is loud, it's loud because...it's my class and I like it loud." another peal of laughter. "Amanda teaches it quieter, if you like that. Oh! Let me bring up your handlebar, it's too low. Espresso bean? They're chocolate."

All of this has happened over the span of less than 30 seconds and suddenly my handlebar is up, and I gratefully accept an espresso bean. She offers everyone in class a bean, and then goes up to the front and puts on her mic.

"Hi there! In January I try to remember to introduce myself. Letr's do a warmup, yeah, alright, my name's Lena, lots of new faces toiday I love that--parking was awful today, wundnit? God. But you know what?" ANother big smile, "Oh, stretch out your back right now--I was thinkin, I hope every person who's here in January is here in July. So I can share the lot. It's okay if you didn't get your favorite bike. Right, good story Lena, I'm Lena! I teach cycling and early morning group power, I'm a little bit yeehaw, so there's other teachers, I won't take it personally. Let's go!"

Y'ALL.

I am a woman of intense energy. I am reasonably athletic. I have nothing on SCL. She is riding her bike at 100 rpms or better, and every once in a while, she glaces down at her resistance and goes, "Okay, I'm at a 22, so figure yourselves out from there!" while I'm dying at a 13. We're huffing and puffing and she's singing along, and dancing on the bike. She's cheering for individual people who are obviously regulars.

We get into a part of the class that's like, sprints, and she goes, "I went to school on a rodeo scholarship so we're gonna BARREL RACE**" which by the way, is bearing down for a sprint as HARD AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN for a solid 20 seconds, while she--also doing it, by the way-- is telling you to push! that!! pony!! At the edge of every sprint she'd go, top of her lungs, "YEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAWWWWWWW!!" and the regulars would do it right back though I have no idea how.

Some other quotes from her rambling while also doing a huge, athletic workout.

"I have to teach a chunk of classes every morning or my husband'll divorce me" laughter, again, "He says I'm a sheepdog and need too much activity"

"Don't mind me I just keep talking sometimes. Some people have verbal diarrhea but I've got Montezuma's revenge up here"

"Every year I say I'm gonna get ripped and then I remember I have a kid and drink beer."

"Do we all like the music? Tell me what you like and I'll work it into next week. Unless I hate it."

*My personal favorite, after someone asked her if something was dangerous* "Well, you gotta die of something."

And then she capped off our final sprint by running around the room, up and down every row of bikes, ringing a cowbell over her head and occasionally jumping going "last push! last push! Let's do it! Then you can join me for the core class next door after!"

The woman was insane. i loved her. I will not attend cycling again as it is is everything I find hard about running and none of the things I like about it, only also add weight to your legs, and while I'm sure it would be great crosstraining for my legs I also hated this class while being able and willing to join her cult at a moment's notice. I want her in my ear when I run.

But I got my sticker, and I am definitely going to her core class.

*There IS a difference between a men's haircut and a pixie haircut. I am very femme, sure, but I have a men's haircut I can pretty easily style feminine. This woman had a pixie haircut which never looks masculine at all to me.

**The minute she said this, I went, "Oh obviously" she was built exactly like a barrel racer, small, but solid

[overallsonfrogs]

Foxes as types of color guard performers (for the like 2 people who live in this part of the venn diagram with me)

Kevin:

- Parents & older siblings did DCI

- Will name drop shows from like 20 years ago and act like you should know them

- Needs direct validation from the director or they’ll take their frustration out on everyone else

- DEFINITELY a JI (derogatory)

- Pissed that they’re not captain even though they’re not a senior

Neil:

- Feral unknowingly queer child who needed an after school activity to avoid being at home (😅😅😅)

- Stays in the gym after practice to learn cool tricks

- Channels anger into conditioning workouts & gets super strong out of spite

- Isn’t naturally talented but works really hard & makes rifle line

Andrew:

- The sabre prodigy that thinks they’re too good for flag & that everyone low-key hates bc they’re jealous

- Always gets a solo & makes the choreo harder without asking bc it was “too easy”

- Never knows the counts for the choreo when asked but is always in time

- Silently counts every drop they see in other shows

Nicky:

- The first out kid on the team who sings along to the pop girlie warm up music

- Saw the Flaggots at Philly Pride and decided to join despite having no prior athletic or musical interest

- Has watched Light Brigade’s Madonna show like a billion times on youtube

- Technique is just okay but they bring ~the dramA~ when performing

Allison:

- C*nty former competition dancer who hated all the drama but still wanted to perform

- Helps underclassmen with their hair & makeup

- Hosts the “summer sectional that’s really an excuse for a pool party” every year at her house

- An absolute beast on rifle

Renee:

-Upperclassman career flag who *could* make rifle line but simply doesn’t want to

- Helps all of the flag newbies not be too scared to let go

- Unofficially in charge of team bonding

-Bakes cookies related to the show theme for show days

Matt:

- Also plays an instrument and is therefore friends with everyone

- Knows all of the cheerleaders & football players & convinces them to come to a band/winterguard competition

- Runs the guard insta & makes the section t-shirts

Dan:

- Guard captain who is very supportive but also wants to WIN

- Very strict about conditioning days, but will always chill out if someone is on their period

- Organizes a ton of sectionals even when it’s cold and no one wants to go, but always buys pizza

Aaron:

- The straight STEM girlie who somehow ended up there

- Instead of practicing, they just complain about how hard their classes are to justify not knowing the choreo

- Got in trouble with the director for being homophobic, but the team was too small to make them quit

Seth:

- Only wants to spin rifle bc he thinks flags are “for girls”

- Refuses to try during dance warmups

- Never goes to optional sectionals

- Skips band parties for “real” parties

Bonus:

Jeremy:

- Former baton girlie who’s really good at sabre & can do a bunch of cool tricks under tosses

- Always the first to point out when someone shy/new does well

- The “GET IT!!”/“You got it!!” girlie, depending on circumstance

- Organizes bigs/littles for show day traditions

[thepreposterousprequel]

Chapter the First

M: July 8, 1934. This interview is being recorded on reel-to-reel audio tape and will be lightly edited for grammar. Nothing will leave the premises of Prufrock Preparatory School. B: Understood. M: To begin, by way of identification, please state your favorite word. B: Cosmopolitan. M: Noted. First question: what would you change about Prufrock Prep if you were in charge? B: I'd invest more in the arts. We have so much talent here; now we need to let it amalgamate and acuminate and organically spring up into some beautiful, bizarre creation. With funding. Now, may I ask you a question? M: That's an unusual request during an interview. I'm not saying no. B: Aces! First of all, will this interview be published? M: Well, this interview is only our warmup, so while your story may be useful within our organization, it won't be published, no. The chapters after this one will be in the school newspaper. So, ask whatever you'd like, B. B: Alright, to be clear, are you calling me “B,” as in the first letter of my name, or “Bea” as in the nickname for “Beatrice?” M: It’s… whatever you want it to be, B. But I had the former in mind. We’re part of an organization that speaks in initials. B: I see. Roger. I mean, R. M: Right… And the final question. If you had to be shipwrecked— B: I thought you were going to ask me about— M: Yes, of course! But I meant the final question before the real reason I'm interviewing you. If you had to be shipwrecked on a remote island, who in our organization do you wish you could have by your side? B: I'd take D. Or maybe J. But I think I'd go with D. M: I see. Now, B, please tell me everything you know about Lemony Snicket. B: You mean L? M: Sure. B: L and I have been through many courses in rhetoric together, as you of all people well know, M. That was before I switched departments, of course. It all started when I went searching for bats. I’m a baticeer, you see…

In the Master Class for Advanced Rhetoric at Prufrock Preparatory School, Professor Caliban often reminds us of the importance of beginning a story well. Only an amateur writer who hates either rhetoric or themselves would write a bad beginning, after all. And that's why this story of our organization begins in darkness, intrigue, argument, betrayal, omens of death, and fire. I imagine it will end that way, too.

It was an odd sort of night at Prufrock Preparatory School. Most students were away. Waves crashed against the island’s shore feistily, as if they were eager to grind the pointed rocks into sand. In that sand, a cast of horseshoe crabs, each one with their ten eyes, glowered at me as I intruded into their territory. Like the equine footwear after which they are named, horseshoe crabs often look ancient, like they ought to be dusted off and placed in a museum. And like horseshoes, the crabs signify good fortune: the fortune of having survived whole for hundreds of millions of years. Horseshoe crabs have lived to see more than any living being would ever wish to, from volcanic catastrophes to asteroid impacts. Who knows what they see in me.

I felt a whoosh of air right over my head—so close I could touch it, if the whoosh had stayed. As I searched the sky above me, I realized it was filled with bats, squeaking and swooping. And don’t let me begin describing the eerie cries of lonely marine creatures like the Dolorous Dolphins. They punctuated the air each night like melodious but grieving sirens. And by "sirens" I'm referring to fire engine sirens, which have nothing to do with the sinister creatures of mythology. Or so I thought.

I was out alone tonight in the darkness. I was on a trail: the trail of a juicy story. It was also the trail of Lemony Snicket's footprints. The trail of Lemony Snicket's footprints leading me on until I was at an ancient stone amphitheater by the beach. I thought of all the tedious performances I had been forced to attend as "evening entertainment" here. But something looked different about the stage tonight. As I scanned past the innumerable rows of cramped and highly uncomfortable seats, I saw the small horizontal door where actors sometimes came out to surprise us—as if they thought we had somehow forgotten since the night before that it was there. Tonight, the trapdoor lay open, like certain wounds. From its pit, the dark haze and pungent smell I recognized as smoke wafted into the night sky. Further, as I listened past the noise of waves and wildlife, I thought I could hear an eerie sort of chanting coming from deep within. Now I had a choice: to stay in the dark or to follow the flame deep into the abyss.

It was the smoke that guided me. I had never been down this trapdoor before. As it turned out, there was much, much more down here than I expected. Chamber upon chamber, passage upon passage, and ladder upon ladder brought me farther down into this newly discovered serpentine system of caverns.

Finally, I was close enough to understand the noise. The words of a chant echoed out through the mouth of the final cavern that lay in front of me. The mouth of the cave felt like the mouth of a creature—a creature who was speaking to me, gloomily repeating two rhetorical questions:  

“If not us, then who? If not now, then when?”

“Moxie Mallahan!” cried Beatrice, waving a small torch at me. She was the first to notice me as I slowly angled my head of curly hair into her line of vision. “I knew I’d see you down here eventually.”

"Beatrice!" I cried, running into the cavern. "And Lemony!" We ran to each other and hugged. It wasn't something we did ordinarily, but it felt right in this unordinary moment. And there was another girl in the cavern whom I'd never met but recognized immediately.

“Kit! We’ve never met,” I began hastily, “but I am an enormous fan. I read the newspaper article about the heist, and how you managed to flood the—”

“Who let you in?" Kit asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Sometimes, it's better not to meet the people you look up to. "I think I should be the one asking questions," I said defensively. "You're out of your tents after the optional but extremely suggested curfew, chanting and waving torches at the bottom of a labyrinth. And you know how much Ish hates fire."

Kit looked unphased. "Our fire is well contained in an area where nothing's flammable."

"Except each other," pointed out Beatrice solemnly.

"Right," Kit continued. "And we're gathered as a... clandestine coterie. There's nothing suspicious about that."

"It sounds too French to be menacing," pointed out a fourth student in the shadows who appeared to be yet another Snicket.

"You mean a secret organization?" I asked, providing a synonym and propping up my typewriter. "That sounds like it could be very sinister indeed. What would the readers of the school paper have to say about that?"

“They will say nothing because they will read nothing," said Kit firmly. "The most important rule of any secret organization is to not say anything about it to anyone on the outside. You know that because the word ‘secret’ is in the title.”

“And the most important rule of any rhetorical question,” I retorted, “is to not reply to it. You know that because the word ‘rhetorical’ is in the title.”

“What does a question without an immediate answer have to do with rhetoric?” asked Kit genuinely.

“That's the wrong question,” Lemony answered.

“You led her down here on purpose, didn’t you Lemony?” Kit asked, enraged now. “I know every detail of your specialized training, and it never would have allowed for such a simple breech in safety.” I’ll admit that I’d been intrigued all summer where Lemony could have been going so often this late at night. But it was an unfair accusation.

“That’s an unfair accusation,” I began.

"Maybe we could discuss this privately," Lemony suggested to Kit. "And maybe we could also install a vertical flame diversion. It's true: I was aware Moxie might have the moxie to follow me, but tonight was all about introducing her to the other volunteers at the school. It wasn't about our higher purpose."

“She absolutely cannot know our higher purpose," Kit said tensely. "We cannot risk the greater good simply because you want to introduce me to one of your friends, little brother.”

“And what,” I interrupted, typewriter at the ready, “might that greater good be?”

“That’s my point exactly, Moxie,” said Kit. “You cannot volunteer to put yourself in danger without knowing the information first, and you cannot learn that dangerous information without volunteering first. It’s a paradox.”

“Moxie and Cleo know plenty about danger already,” Lemony told his sister. “You can read all about it in my reports from Stain’d-by-the-Sea.”

“Effectively, we’re volunteers already," I pointed out.

“ 'We?' ” Kit looked at Lemony in shock and dismay. “Exactly how many volunteers are you expecting us to take in?”

“Only her and Cleo Knight,” Lemony said in a hurry.

“And Ellington,” I added.

“Yes, and Ellington,” Lemony agreed. “But she’s still in training. I wouldn’t expect any of you to trust her.”

“Exactly,” agreed Kit. “We don't even have our own trio of trainees here tonight. And for that same reason, I also wouldn’t expect anyone here to trust another such trio,” she continued, talking about me as if I wasn’t standing in front of her.

“If not us, then who?” I quoted back at the five volunteers who had recently been chanting those words. “And if not now, then when?”

“When the wicked actors of the world cease to act,” replied Kit in monotone. "That's how the chant finishes."

“Okay, I feel we’ve discussed this enough now,” said Beatrice. “And we’ll never be in agreement. So, in place of a consensus, why don’t we do how Ish prefers: why don’t we hold a vote? It’s the compassionate thing to do, Kit.”

Kit sighed. “It’s the democratic thing to do, as well. And democracy is the only way out of a schism.”

“Precisely. All in favor?” asked Beatrice. I started raising my hand. “No, no!” said Kit, batting it down. “Official volunteers only.” “That’s an oxymoron, practically,” mumbled Lemony. The only hands up were his and Beatrice’s.

“All opposed?” said Kit, raising her hand. A second hand raised itself much more slowly, as if it hadn’t slept well that night. It belonged to a second brother of Kit’s I hadn’t met. “I’m sorry, Moxie,” said Jacques sympathetically. “But our organization has rules and protocols for a reason, and that reason is to protect genuine and noble people like yourself. There are plenty of training programs in the city. I’d be happy to put in a good word for you there.”

“The city? You mean Marseilles?” I asked.

“It’s not even a day's train ride west of Stain’d-by-the-Sea,” said Jacques with a slight smile.

“Aaaand with that” said Kit, lengthening the “A” at the start of her sentence to draw in our attention. “It’s a tie. Aaaand a tie means the motion doesn’t pass. I apologize, Moxie, but we are not accepting new volunteers at this time.”

“Wait a shake,” said Beatrice, using an expression that Lemony is fond of. “One of us didn’t vote.” We turned all ten of our eyes at once, as if we were one large horseshoe crab gazing at the final taciturn volunteer in the corner.

Duncan Quagmire IV flashed us a cheeky smile. By this, I don’t mean that Duncan was impudent, exactly. And I don’t mean his cheeks were particularly bright or flashy. What I mean is that he had pleasant facial features, and that they showed well when he smiled.

“I don’t know you, Moxie,” he began. “But I recognize you from tapdancing. You also defined the phrase 'clandestine coterie' correctly. That doesn’t mean much, but it has to mean something."

"Defining words is a literary device Professor Caliban encourages us to use as we write," I explained. "You can thank her for my vocabulary and shameless in-text definitions. Maybe you could join Lemony and me in one of her master classes one of these weeks."

Duncan smiled kindly, again. "I have the feeling you’ll be a fantastic volunteer. I might even call it an aura, and—"

“Is your vote ‘yea’ or ‘nay’?” interrupted Kit.

Duncan paused, only for a moment. “Yay.” I don’t place an exclamation point after the word “yay,” because when Duncan said the word ‘yay,” he was not exclaiming with joy. Instead, he was using a fancy word for “yes.” He meant that he agreed I should be allowed to join this clandestine coterie, which in turn meant that soon, I would be an official volunteer.

Kit sighed. "Welcome to the training program, Moxie. I'm sure Lemony will tell you everything you need to know. And more. Waaaay too much, in fact."

Lemony smiled mysteriously. He was good at that. I had seen that smile waaaay too often in Stain'd-by-the-Sea.

"I just have one simple request," Kit continued. "Never use our organization’s real name. Please just call it something mundane.”

“A word which here means, ‘not an organization anyone would voluntarily join,' " clarified Lemony.

“Like the Geography Club?” asked Duncan. “I would want to join that, but I can’t imagine anyone else would.”

“What about the Drama Club?” suggested Beatrice. “I know everyone in our department. Not many are interested in theatrics. The ones who are, like Olaf, are unlikely to get involved in extracurriculars.

“I like it,” said Jacques, pensively. “We could be Vaudeville’s Finest. And given our age range, Vaudeville’s Finest Denarians would suit us well.”

In that moment, Vaudeville's Finest Denarians came to life: an official volunteer organization. Cleo, Ellington, and I began our training alongside the other three fresh volunteers the very next morning. Jacques graduated not long afterward and started a mission as a taxi driver in the city. That left Duncan, Beatrice, and the other two Snickets to keep the mysterious torch aflame.

There was a school. There was an island. There was a clandestine coterie. And there was a labyrinth. In that labyrinth, I now realized, the eye of a snake carved into the ancient stone was staring right back at me.

“Moxie,” said Lemony, “This is VFD.”

Immediately, he put out the torch, closing our meeting in darkness.

[tsunami-of-tears]

A Court of Shadows and Sunshine — Part Two

Azriel x OC

Summary: Aurora instructs her first class with Azriel, Cassian, and the Valkyries. 

A/N: The inspiration for this part was a real yoga class I attended. I've been thinking about the bat boys trying it for too long. I’m dipping my toes (or should I say fingers) into writing smut - so it’s very brief.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Brief mentions of trauma, swearing, sexual themes, smut - masturbation

Part One

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Aurora

The training area had been set up before you arrived, with enough mats for everyone including the Illyrians. Feyre gives you a wave before taking to the sky again, she’d be back after the class to take you home. 

“Okay, everyone pick a spot. Let’s start the warmup. Follow me...”

You work through your warmup with no complaints from the group. As you start to move your body and regulate your breathing, all your doubts fade and your mind stills. The only thoughts are of your counting and completing each movement. 

Getting into your instructor rhythm, your regular bubbly personality starts to shine. “Feeling nice and warm? I know this is the first lesson for a lot of you, so please go at your own pace and take extra breaks if you need them. Also, call out if anything feels wrong and I can modify the exercise. We want to work with your bodies, not against them.”

You walk the group through some deep breaths and explain the typical breathing pattern for your workout, “Of course, if you need to breathe more, or differently, that is completely okay. I don’t want anyone passing out on me,” A few laughs float around the group at your comment, there’s still nothing but silent stares from the shadowsinger. 

You walk everyone through the first exercises - combinations of lunges, squats, and other movements that balance on either leg. The first pose you demonstrate is the tree pose, where you balance on one foot while the other leg is bent so your foot is against your thigh, and your hands are clasped together at your heart.  

Around you, the group all try the pose. Some of the females are a little wobbly but both Illyrian males are holding it well. Cassian has a cocky smirk on his face but Azriel’s face is unmoving. 

“Aurora, you know you don’t have to go easy on us,” Cassian still has that smug look on his face. “We can take it much harder than this.”

“Ugh, Cass,” Nesta groans. “Don’t say that, it’s only going to get worse.” Cassian wiggles his eyebrows back at her. Azriel just shakes his head, a hint of a smile flashed across his face for a moment before his expression hardens again. 

“Your tree poses were all great,” you say to the entire group. “I thought that would be a good starting pose to gauge your skill levels. In all my classes, I like to work up to the more challenging poses. It’s much easier to get into deeper positions when your body is warm.” Cassian is still smirking, and your face heats up at the unintended innuendo. 

Regaining composure, you narrow your eyes at Cassian and say, to him more than anyone else, “Any more smartass comments will earn you an extra minute of planking at the end.” Cassian just shrugs and you sneak a glance at Azriel. He’s watching you with that half smile again, and gods - he’s even more gorgeous with his eyes lit up like that. 

You continue the class with some more challenging positions. There are no further complaints and everyone successfully attempts each pose. 

You demonstrate the next combo, which involves a fluid movement from the downward dog into the baby cobra position. Cassian speaks up again, “Don’t look at my ass, Azriel.” His comment is met with eye rolls from both Azriel and Nesta. 

Finishing up your last reps, you turn to face the class again. “That was really great work today everyone. Before we get into our cool-down, we’re going to do our final challenge. We’re going to plank for a minute to really push our core.” Nesta groans when you mention planking. “Cassian, I know you wanted more of a challenge today, so you get to do two minutes.” Before he can object, you cut him off - “Don’t complain, I’ll do it with you.” Cassian sighs and gets down on his mat. 

You can comfortably plank for a few minutes, you always participate in the classes you teach so you’re fairly strong. Maybe not strong enough to wrestle someone like Cassian or Azriel, but you can certainly keep up in a fitness challenge like this. 

You count out loud for the group so they know when to push through and when to stop. 

As you say ‘sixty’ you hear a few groans of relief as everyone except you and Cassian break their plank. You glance up and see Nesta lying facedown on her mat, fatigued after the full minute. 

Still counting, another thirty seconds pass and your eyes meet Cassian’s. His brows are furrowed in concentration and you can see him muttering to himself. You think you hear the words ‘cruel female’ but it’s too quiet to be sure. Your core is really aching now, but you’ve learned to love the burning sensation. Focusing on your counting and breathing, you’re able to push yourself to the end of the two minutes.  

“One-twenty.” Cassian exhales and flops down. After his earlier jesting, you feel like showing off a bit. So you hold your plank for another ten counts. 

Once you release your plank, you rest for a few seconds on your knees and look back at the group. Everyone is watching you with awe, including Azriel, whose face has now softened as he looks at you. Your eyes meet his for a moment, you feel your heart restrict in your chest and you swear his eyes widen for a split second before resuming his hardened expression. Maybe you imagined that.

Your thoughts are interrupted by another of Cassian’s smug comments. “I’m very impressed Aurora, but it's not fair for you to do extra time without telling me.” 

Nesta rolls her eyes, “You Illyrian babies are so sensitive. Mother save you - a female actually beat you at a physical challenge.” She walks over to give you a high five, “I’m really glad you won, he needed to be knocked down a few pegs.”

Returning Nesta’s high five, you grin back at Cassian who pouts, “It wasn’t technically a competition though, was it? If I knew you’d keep going I would have too.”

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter, Aurora still won. She held it longer than you and hasn’t complained for a second.”

You chime in, “Okay, okay - I know it wasn’t a real competition. I’d be more than happy to give you another shot next time. We’ll see who can go the longest.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Cassian reaches out his hand which you shake. “We can discuss the details after we all stretch or we’ll regret it later.”

————

You take the group through the cool-down routine and finish with a short meditation, allowing your breath to slow down and for your mind to focus on the feeling of your tired muscles. 

After thanking everyone for sharing their time with you, you head towards the water fountain for a drink. You notice a cool sensation wrapping around your ankle. Looking down you see one of Azriel’s shadows curling around your leg, almost like a caress. You raise your head and your eyes meet his hazel ones. 

“I just wanted to tell you I really enjoyed your workout today. I’ve had the same exercise routine for over five centuries now, it was good to try something different today.”

“I’m very glad that you found some benefits, I couldn’t tell if you were enjoying my techniques.” You pause to take a drink. “You’re kind of hard to read.”

Azriel gives you a soft smile, “It’s kind of in my job description.” He tilts his head, motioning to go back to the group. 

You suppose he’s not wrong. As you walk back across the training ring beside Azriel, you catch Nesta’s gaze. She gives you a wink, you’ll have to debrief with her later

————

Everyone loved your class so much that you were invited to instruct a weekly session in the House of Wind. To Nesta’s horror, Cassian requested you push them even harder the following week. 

Feyre flew you back to your apartment which is a couple of blocks from your studio, you had a few hours to kill before your afternoon class. 

You were feeling very pleased at the outcome of the morning. Everyone has thoroughly enjoyed your class and you were offered a permanent spot on the training roster, working with the two most powerful Illyrians in the Night Court. You almost couldn’t believe how far you had come in the last 50 years. 

————

You aren’t native to Velaris. You were born in the territory of Vallahan on the continent, however you’ve spent most of your life travelling the world with your family. Your father was a diplomat and often needed to visit foreign territories to discuss various agreements. You were with him and your mother in the Day Court when Amarantha took over Prythian all those years ago. 

Thanks to the High Lords of Day and Night, and a whole lot of luck, you were smuggled into Velaris with your mother before the borders were sealed. Your father had to stay behind and he was murdered a year into Amarantha’s reign. 

Your parents were mates, so even though you had no news outside of the city, your mother knew the instant your father passed. She got very sick from the grief of loosing her mate and ended up dying of unknown causes. You believe it was a broken heart that ended her, but the healers said there was no such thing. 

You still have family out there, you left an uncle and cousins back in Vallahan. Unable to contact them during Amarantha’s reign of terror, you assume they think you’re dead. You’ve thought of reaching out to them in the years since, but being content in your life in the Night Court - you don’t want to leave.

Despite being orphaned and having no family in the city, you were so grateful to be alive. It was a blessing you vowed not to waste. The High Lords could have chosen anyone to hide, or just not bothered with the risk at all. You still don’t understand why they helped you, but you owe them your life.

Alone in a new city, with nothing to your name would have been the end for most people. Instead, you took this as an opportunity for rebirth. You built a new life for yourself and managed to help a lot of people along the way. 

Yoga was something you learned of in the mortal lands during your travels, and you continued to practice after you came to Velaris. It helped you to process and work through a lot of your trauma. Knowing how much it helped you, you wanted to do the same for others. Which is how you got to where you are today - training with the High Lord’s War General and Spymaster. 

You’re still reeling at the opportunity as you draw a bath. Your interactions with Azriel left you craving more. It has been years since you’ve shared your bed with anyone and you’ve been content on your own, until now. 

You lower yourself into the hot water with your book and conjure a ball of light to read under. You’d already finished two of the books Nesta picked out for you. You’ll need to go back to the store with her soon. The stories she selected were even dirtier than the first one, not that it’s something to complain about, especially not after the morning you just had.

In the steaming water of the bath, your hand slips down between your legs. For the first time in decades, you fantasize that your fingers belong to someone else. You picture the handsome shadowsinger and imagine he's the one bringing you to your climax. 

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Azriel

The second his eyes met Aurora’s, Azriel knew she was something else. His usual game went out the window along with the majority of his self-control. It physically pained him to watch her, especially when many of the exercises left little to the imagination. 

“You were quiet today, more than usual.” Azriel simply shrugs back at Cassian. 

“And you were mean!” Nesta punches Cassian’s shoulder playfully but he pretends it hurt. 

The three of them are seated in the dining room of the House of Wind, finishing up their lunch. 

“So, what did you both think of Aurora? I told you she was amazing right?”

“Yeah, she’s great. Can’t take a joke though.” Cassian flashes his famous shit-eating grin. 

“She can, your jokes just weren’t very funny.”

Azriel rises from the table and lets the two mates continue their bickering. He doesn't feel like talking about Aurora, and the sight of Cassian and Nesta makes his heart pang with jealousy. Of course, he is happy for his brother, but he often wonders if he’ll ever have a mate of his own. He doesn’t believe he’s deserving and thinks the Cauldron would agree.

Azriels walk through his room and into the adjoining bathroom. Bathing usually puts him in a better mood, so long as he doesn’t get too caught up in his head. 

Turning on the faucet and slipping into the bath, Azriel tries to empty his mind but his thoughts keep travelling back to the events of the morning. 

He rubs his hands on the back of his neck, feeling quite sore and tense. Not just from the exercises, he had to really work to keep his shadows by his side. They were desperate to go to Aurora, almost as much as Azriel himself. He only let his hold on them slip once by the water fountain, where he spoke to her for the first time. 

‘It’s kind of in my job description… Who says that? What an idiot!’

Azriel had intended to come across as cool and nonchalant, but he just felt dumb. Despite his embarrassment, the thought of Aurora had his head racing, picturing her bent over like she had demonstrated in class. 

‘Fuck.’ 

It didn’t take much for Azriel’s length to harden under the warm water. 

The pull Aurora has on him is too great. Azriel attempts to satisfy himself with his hand, but all it does is leave him wanting more. Wanting her. 

Part Three

[lillywillow]

Right Place, Right Time

Summary: When you think you have gone to the wrong exercise class, you decide that maybe this is the class for you after all. Especially when you see the cute instructor.

 Word Count: 1266

 Pairings: Fitness Instructor!Steve x Plus Sized!Female Reader

 Warnings: Some insecurities

 You had made the decision to start getting into shape. Nothing too extreme, just some exercises to gain a little strength, build a little stamina and maybe lose some weight in the process (not that you were in a rush to do that part). So far, you couldn’t find a class that you liked. You felt so insecure around all the other girls that were a lot skinnier than you and it hurt that some of them openly bullied you. Also, some of the classes left you too sore to do anything else. Luckily, this was all about to change.

…

 You first heard about this class at the community centre from a flyer in your apartment building and thought you would give it a try. When you got there however, you felt a little out of place. Looking around at the people at the desks and chairs that had been set up in front of a whiteboard, you noticed all the other people attending the class were women much older than you. Some could be your mother, other your grandmother.

 “Hello, are you looking to join?”

 You turned to look at whom the voice belonged to, only to see a gorgeous blond man smiling at you.

 “Uh… is this the Improve Our Bodies and Minds class?” you asked, feeling butterflies creep into your stomach.

 “It certainly is. Come take a seat. We’re about to begin.”

 Shyly, you took a seat at the back of the class. The woman sitting next to you nudged your arm, making you look at her. She bobbed her head in the direction of the man at the front of the class writing on the board and waggled her eyebrows as if to say, “Pretty cute, right?” You smiled politely and nodded. She grinned and turned her attention to the front as the instructor began speaking.

 “Welcome, everyone! For those newcomers, my name is Steve Rogers and I’ll be your instructor. In these classes, we’ll start with ways we can take care of our body, then move onto some exercise and finally end with a brain game as it’s important to exercise our minds too.”

 Steve began the class by asking some of the ways things can go wrong in life. Everyone offered suggestions, from falls and accidents to diseases. Next, he asked how you could avoid some of those things. Some were simple solutions, others he recommended going to a doctor although if ever you feel like something isn’t right, you should go to the doctor anyway.

 Next, you got up to exercise, moving to stand in a circle in the cleared space of the room. Steve put on some music and began with a slow warmup which merged into a little bit harder workout so subtly, you barely noticed the pace had picked up. He was funny too.

 “Oh-no, here comes the ex. We gotta push them away. And push, and push,” he instructed, marching on the spot and making a pushing motion in time with the music.

 The group laughed and copied the movement.

 “Looks like they didn’t get the hint. Now we gotta punch them. And punch, punch, punch… by the way ladies, I don’t actually recommend punching your ex if you see them…”

 This earned another laugh.

 “Now we’re going to be like the can-can dancers. And kick, and kick,” he instructed, kicking his leg in front and repeating the action with his opposite leg. “Only go as high as you can manage. We don’t want to be hurting ourselves…”

 Steve was also caring.

 “Good job listening to your body, Gertrude,” Steve praised as one of the women sat down, looking fatigued.

 She still participated the best she could from her seated position.

 You were puffing but not wheezing, sweating but not drenched in it and best of all, you were having fun. Steve could run circles around the sadistic woman who ran that spin class you went to.

 Steve ended the section with some stretches and balance exercises.

 “Great job, ladies!” he cheered, giving you an applause. “There’s water, tea, coffee and fruit for you. Feel free to help yourselves.”

 You grabbed yourself some fruit and a cup of water and headed back to your seat for the brain games. Steve erased what he had written earlier and wrote out the alphabet.

 “For this game, we’re going think of dog breeds that start with each letter of the alphabet. Who would like to start?”

 A few hands went up and Steve selected people. At first, it was easy. Akita, beagle, corgi, dalmatian but as you got closer to the end of the alphabet, it got a lot more tricky. You were all wracking your brains to come up with something.

 “I can see the gears turning,” Steve grinned.

 Eventually, you had to give up when no one could think of a breed starting with Z. With that, you all said your goodbyes and packed up.

 “Did you enjoy your first class here?” Steve asked you, stacking the chairs away.

 “It was a lot of fun,” you confessed, helping him with his task. “I definitely want to come again.”

 “That’s great,” Steve smiled.

 There goes that swarm of butterflies again. As you made your way home, you already couldn’t wait for your next session.

…

 Over the next few weeks, you were really starting to enjoy your exercise classes. You bonded with the ladies, had fun and you could go to Steve with all your health questions. Not once did he make you feel unimportant or stupid when you asked him things and although he was not a qualified nutritionist, he would assist you in any dietary questions where he could. The ladies would also try and encourage you to ask him out on a date.

 One day after class, you were once again helping Steve pack up the room. You noticed he was a little fidgety now compared to all the other times you had been alone.

 “Steve, is everything okay?” you asked.

 “Yeah… yeah, um… I just, I wanted to ask you something?”

 “Oh?”

 “Yeah… I was just wondering, if… maybe you would like to go out on a date sometime…”

 Steve blushed furiously, looking away. You found him really cute seeing him all shy and awkward compared to the confidant and sometimes flirty guy that instructed you all.

 “I’d love to go on a date with you, Steve,” you smiled.

 “Really? That’s awesome! I… I hope you don’t think I’m the kind of guy that does this to get women,” he blushed.

 “No, I don’t think that. I can tell you’re a sweet guy who cares a lot about his clients… Although, I’d keep my eye on Barbara if I were you. She really has a thing for you,” you playfully teased.

 Steve laughed.

 “So, pick you up at six?”

 “It’s a date,” you agreed.

 You couldn’t believe your luck. You were embarrassed when you first came to this place thinking you had come to the wrong class but here you were walking out feeling more confident about yourself, gaining a few friends and to top it all off, going on a date with the attractive man who ran the class. It just goes to show that life is all about timing and sometimes you just get it right.

[negative-speedforce]

Tell me one weird fact/hyperspecific detail about each of your OCs?

Siv: Was born (created?) with 6 fingers on her right hand, which Eobard had removed so that she'd be as normal-passing as possible, despite it being unneccesary.

Jay: Implanted a series of chips into his non-dominant hand in order to be able to control his wheelchair remotely using only hand signals

Cassandra: still only uses Facebook like some kind of grandmother

Hailey: Cannot be in proximity to Siv when she's in eldritch mode for too long because Siv's eldritch powers make it difficult for her to maintain her physical form.

Arya: Claims they have difficulty both reading and writing human languages, but they're actually just dyslexic

Ember: Has two teacup chihuahuas, named Gucci and Prada, that they carry around in a tiny pink handbag. Prada and Gucci pictured below-

Gina: Would have made valedictorian if she hadn't died at the end of the school year

Esme: Started her career as a model at 15, much to Eobard's disapproval.

Cat: Is wanted by the governments of 14 different countries for her hacktivism

Kyle: Has four bullet scars in his back from a particularly nasty situation in which he was helping an abuse victim escape her boyfriend. Needless to say, the shitty ex got electrocuted.

Max: Found out Siv was alive because they took the same pole dance class because he wanted to be able to give Kyle a very special birthday present

Eric: Spent most of his childhood and young adulthood under Apartheid, and has significant trauma from it, leading to him being very protective of his children

Jacob: Met Eric while on a study abroad trip to South Africa in college

Khalil: Watched his uncle disintegrate himself by overloading on magic and that's why he fears using his own

Antonio: Once killed 4 cops by telekinetically shattering the glass of several skyscrapers around him, and subconsciously creating a tornado of broken glass to protect himself

Reggie: Accidentally caused a week of panic for her parents when she tried to shadow travel for the first time and ended up getting stuck in the shadow realm, leading to her parents believing she had been kidnapped

Ameerah: Has been the victim of "Millenials and Gen Z can't read cursive" because the bank teller at a bank she wanted to rob couldn't read "This is a robbery".

Rania: Torched Eobard's lab after finding out what he had done, before confronting him. It was definitely a nice surprise for him to come back to, all of his life's work and research reduced to ashes.

Meredith: Built the text-to-speech/speech-to-text system that she uses to compensate for her deafness at the age of 8.

Kelsie: Has been mistaken for Poison Ivy due to her plant-based powers, despite Poison Ivy being literally GREEN.

Cory: Has a highly successful TikTok account where she posts about Decora-kei fashion, which is her primary source of income.

Director Hawke: Killed her daughter when she found out what she was doing, because she considered her a "deviant-sympathizer", whatever that's supposed to mean.

Torryn: Has both meta-powers (psychometry/seeing an object's past by touching it), and magic abilities, though they're quite weak, considering that his closest Witch ancestor was his 3rd great-grandfather.

Onnie: Despite being an extremely powerful speedster, she prefers to drive places, because most of her clothes are extremely expensive, and she doesn't want them to be destroyed.

Pippa: Goes through a villain arc because she is so sick of being walked all over due to her kind and forgiving nature (also a bit of Negative Speed Force corruption via Onnie might have a part to play in it)

Jessi: Has a net worth of nearly a billion dollars, from both legal activities (her music career) and illegal activities (being a mob boss)

Hyun-Ki: Is a classically trained countertenor, and can hit an A6 on a good day (plenty of warmup and sleep, lots of water, etc). However, he primarily uses his lower register to sing because he got bullied in high school for his voice.

Marie: Had her least favorite coworker assimilated because she was fed up with him constantly insinuating that she was a traitor or spy because she's half Romulan and got in deep trouble for that (it was totally worth it)

Liah: Was almost the first Cardassian Bollywood star, but chickened out and joined Starfleet because she hated the attention. She still occasionally performs for her coworkers.

Qiara: Learned how to harness starlight in order to supplement her own energy reserves because her powers are significantly weaker than the average Q

Soraya: Can't stand Ferengi, since they're always really creepy to her despite her being a starship captain.

Thalia: Spent 3 months institutionalized after killing her Master to save her squad, due to reckless choices including stealing and crashing the Chancellor's speeder on a whim

Reyna: Matchmade her former Master and the guy that her stepmom tried to force her to marry

Athena: Is still somewhat illiterate due to only learning to read when she was in her mid/late teens and managed to get her doctorate in biology by transferring all her textbooks onto audio files

Laila: Is a massive tea snob. Don't give her some crappy bargain tea, she will in fact kill you for that.

Pyrrha: Had to be taught how to swear due to her extremely controlled upbringing. A stormtrooper who said "heck" in front of her was subject to execution.

Aldrich: Speaks like the protagonist of a Bronte romance, due to being British and being turned during the Regency Era.

Samira: Her father, who is an Imam, was surprisingly supportive of her desire to marry a vampire, and married them in secret, because he would rather his daughter have a forbidden romance than be miserable because she couldn't marry the person she loved.

Matt: His joints are in worse shape than they probably should be, because his stepfather is EXTREMELY traditional and believes he can just macho his EDS away, putting him through intense training.

Vanessa: Is quite literally invulnerable (at least for the next few years) due to all the changes that Venator St. James did to her with his experiments, and needing time for her original DNA to reassert itself.

Dolores: Got a job at the Red Cross and had her fangs filed down so she could pass in normal society as human. She feeds on the rejected and expired blood bags, i.e. the donor had a bloodborne illness or it expired or something.

Sohelia: Despite her vampire heritage meaning that she would be naturally more vulnerable to sunlight, thanks to *melanin* from her mom's side, she's surprisingly resistant, and is only as vulnerable as your average Northern European person (aka steps in a sunbeam and gets a bad burn)

Victorie: Occasionally creeps people out with her usage of modern slang, which she technically shouldn't know because she's been isolating herself for 200 years, but knows because of her ability to dreamwalk

Kayla: Was fully conscious while committing all the atrocities that HYDRA forced her to do after capturing her post-CATWS, due to them forgoing the brainwashing and instead choosing to control her via an implanted chip

Dori: Is usually seen as unnaturally pretty/handsome (depending on which form they're in) because they used their shapeshifting abilities to rid themselves of any perceived flaws.