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earthtooz · 1 year

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x : BETWEEN LOVE AND LIES :*+ﾟ

in which: you thought nagi was dating you for media reputation... so why does this relationship feel suspiciously real?

warnings: 11.9k words, pro-soccer player!nagi x physiotherapist!gn!reader, reader has hair, lots of food, not at all a realistic story but that's okay pls don't come for me, SLOOWWWWBURN, fake-dating au, reader is oblivious :<

a/n: goodness. if this flops i will cry bc i spent way too long this for it to be healthy for me. enjoy !

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nagi approaches you the day after his name goes viral.

you weren’t doing anything spectacular, merely putting away all the kits and equipment you’d used for the day when the white-haired soccer player approaches you, his hands in his pockets, strolling over to you as he would on any occasion.

your heart races- as it does whenever he’s around, regardless of said occasion, but what tumbles out of his mouth next was worthy of ceasing your heart rate all together.

“wanna date?”

you’re speechless. malfunctioning as you register what he’s saying. the sheer casualness of it all is alarming and you have to snap yourself back into your physical environment before your mind loses to a universe of questions and doubts.

out of all people who have asked you to date, nagi was definitely the most unique. was he okay in the head? did he come for a check up? did he get one of rin’s kicks to the head? or was he just straight up delusional?

“uhh, why?” you ask, cursing yourself a little for how disgusted you sounded.

fortunately for you, your ungracious tone didn’t phase him, not one bit. “isn’t that what two people do when they like each other?”

yeah, romantically. you don’t even think nagi likes you beyond simply platonic, whereas you have to try and shove your feelings for him down your throat every morning before walking in to the training grounds for blue lock’s official team.

you find yourself agreeing regardless, still a little overwhelmed by everything that was going on.

the soccer player then has the audacity to give you two thumbs up in approval, a dumb smile plastering on that expression of his. this confuses you even more.

“okay cool, so what should we do now that we’re a couple?” he asks.

you glance away, unable to look him in the eye for too long without getting flustered. the various weights and foam rollers still scattered on the floor catches your attention, reminding you of your previous task before nagi came to stir up a storm. “well, i have to put these away amongst various things. you can sit on the couch if you want to pass time?”

“do you need any help?” he questions, already bobbing down to be eye-level with you, ignoring the second half of your statement.

“no it’s fine, thank you though.”

“are you sure?”

“yeah! i don’t want to bother you.”

“well if you do this all by yourself, it’ll take longer, and you take longer, it means i have to wait longer to spend time with you.”

when you turn around to say something, the words die on your throat when you realise just how close he’d come to you during the time you had your back towards him. a flash of hurt crosses his typically emotionless eyes when you instinctively recoil from him, his innocent stare dimishing just a little.

“you know how much i hate waiting. it’s such a pain, so let me help out and you’ll get done faster, right?” his hands are already reaching for some of the foam rollers before you can stop him. with an affectionate sigh, you take it from him, placing it back in its original spot.

“fine,” you say with a smile. “if you insist then would you mind putting the ice packs in the fridge? isagi’s ankle was messing up earlier and chigiri came in for his knee again.”

the white-haired hums before obeying, his footsteps that shuffled along the floor telling you know that he is carrying out his duties that you’ve assigned for him. the way his tracksuit makes a noise every time he walks is distracting, but you can’t help but think how much nagi reminds you of a penguin. the adorableness of it all might just kill you.

if only the internet and ‘#nagi seishiro’ tags knew just how much of a teddy bear that 6’3, legendary prodigy, nagi seishiro was, and how you had to massage him almost everyday after training sessions otherwise he’d come to practise the next day with the resolve of a five year old.

being a junior physiotherapist for the blue lock team, you only took care of a few blue lock athletes as your clients since the team was divided between you and a senior physio. nagi wasn’t one of your assigned athletes, however when you first came to the job, he would come during almost closing times (when you had no one booked) and ask for a massage, even if he had his own physiotherapist to request that of. however, nagi seemed to always have some sore muscle because his demands for a massage became a daily recurrence.

you just hope whatever is wrong with him gets sorted out soon.

sure athletes are meant to work hard and use their bodies in the field but physio massages were to assist with injuries by minimising the risk of them, fixing the alignment, or help extend any limited range of movement.

whatever. now’s not the time to think too hard about it because you’re about to go on a date with nagi seishiro.

after cleaning up your space so you could prepare to take care of more athletes tomorrow, nagi is sauntering over to you once more. this time, he drapes himself all over you, causing you to stumble a little from how heavy he is. you pray to whoever’s listening that he can’t feel or hear the way your heart races in your chest, threatening to climb up your throat and jump into his hands.

“tired, nagi?” you question, words muffled against his shoulder as you bring your hands to soothingly pat his back.

“yeah,” whines the white-haired. the smile that creeps onto your face is one full of adoration for the man slung over you. “let me take you out.”

“where to?”

“a night market? it’ll be fun.”

“sure.”

at your confirmation, he separates from you with an excited glimmer in his eyes,

after grabbing your bags and setting out, you’re violently flooded by dozens of paparazzi and interviewers who are click their cameras in hopes of catching blue lock’s soccer player who has taken the world by storm. it’s a little overwhelming, but when nagi covers you from the reporters with his arm which had his tracksuit jacket draped over it, you’re thankful for his thoughtfulness, especially when you’re relying on his grip around your waist to pull you in the right direction.

the crowd is shouting a flurry of things, nothing that you can make out amongst the mess of your mind, your heart, and your ears.

it’s not until you decipher someone shouting something about dating rumours with a japanese pop singer, that you piece together his intentions; a loud wakeup call to the reality of your ‘situation’ with nagi.

the possibility that nagi was using this ‘relationship’ for media coverage and acknowledgement was very likely, especially with his recent growth in popularity and social media following- it would be understandable if he wanted to prolong his moment in the spotlight by entering beneficial relationships.

except typically, celebrities would do it with other celebrities.

so what’s the appeal behind using you?

a funny feeling brews in your gut, one that clawed at your chest with a series of disappointment, anxiety, and dismay. it was unbelievable that someone as hot, both literally and figuratively, as nagi would be interested in you; a junior physiotherapist fresh out of university, but you had hoped. his abruptness today and the whole ‘we should date’ ordeal was to dispel the media from his back, not bred from any genuine feelings.

if this was the only chance you got to stand beside nagi and have him hold you like this, so protectively against him, then you were going to take it until fate deemed it over and pulled you away from him itself.

you were young and simply put, nagi could provide the companionship you were looking for.

fortunately, the press left him alone at the parking lot where security guards were standing, two in the booth and one purchased near the gate. you give them a shy greeting and they return it with a bow.

“sorry about that,” nagi mutters, not looking at you even when you turn your head to stare up at him. “i wasn’t expecting paparazzi to be right outside, they’re such a pain.”

“it’s okay, if anything i owe you a thank you for covering me from them,” you huff, stuffing your hands into your pockets, mind still a little frazzled over the memory of how protective nagi was over you. “stuff like this happens when you’re famous, mr soccer hotshot.”

he rubs his neck, looking to the side as his next words tumble out of his mouth: “does that impress you?”

“why wouldn’t it?”

you try not to think too hard about the blush that manifests on his face, pinning it on the colder weather and frostbite rather than your words.

“so… where’s this night market? i didn’t know tokyo had many night markets.”

“just in shibuya.”

“won’t it be busy?”

“yeah,” he shrugs before adding as an afterthought: “does that bother you?”

“no not at all, i just thought you hated big crowds and busy places.”

“‘s won’t be so bad with you there.”

for someone who prefers to keep quiet majority of the time, nagi sure does have a silver tongue. this is probably the third time in the past half an hour that he’s made your stomach flip, and you can’t help but question his intentions. if he was trying to make you actually fall for him to make your relationship look more legitimate then he’d be disappointed to know that you already had, way before he approached you today.

he agrees to drive the way since one: it was easier and two: you could avoid the paparazzi that way.

upon arrival, you’re glad to see that there aren’t too many people in the crowd. since it was a weekday, students would be participating in extra curriculars and businessmen would be only just finishing work. the majority of the people here were older with a few couples here and there.

“oh, they have lemon tea,” nagi mutters, grabbing your hand before unceremoniously dragging you to the stand. his excitement was endearing, especially when all 6’3 of him approaches the lemon tea stand, needing to bend down in order to be seen by the elderly stand owner. a flash of surprise crosses the maker’s face as he makes eye contact with the white-haired.

“two lemon teas please,” requests the soccer player, using his hands to gesture ‘two’ as he fishes out the appropriate amount of money.

“hey, you’re that soccer player, nagi! you scored an awesome goal the other day. mind if i get a picture?” the owner’s gruff voice requests, a cheery smile making its way onto his face.

“oh. sure.”

you take the picture for them, counting down ‘3, 2, 1’ as nagi gives the camera a peace sign and the owner has a wide, bright smile on his face; so bright that you couldn’t help grinning as well. “i’m putting this on my store front. now you want two lemon teas?”

“coming right up!”

“did you just buy me a lemon tea without asking?” you question, a smile appearing on your features as you glance up at your companion.

he meets your eyes, “yeah, ‘s there something wrong with that?”

“no, not at all. i wouldn’t mind some lemon tea right now. i’ll pay you back.”

“don’t worry about that,” nagi cuts you off before you can even reach for your wallet. “everything’s on me.”

“but-”

“-it’s on me.”

the stand owner is handing over two iced cups of lemon before you can continue bickering and nagi hands one over to you with a wordless expression and you’re compelled to take it, though reluctantly.

“are you two a couple?” the owner asks.

nagi nods, “yeah, we are.”

“ah! no wonder. you two look amazing together, you bagged a real gem,” he says to nagi, pointing at you. you laugh it off, flattered.

“i know i did. thanks for the tea, sir.”

“thank you!” you call out to the owner before being dragged away by nagi again, careful not to spill your drink from how much vigour was in his steps. for his one stride, you had to take two.

after going from store to store and blindly following nagi who led the way with his stomach, you’re eventually brought to a less busy, picnic-like area where there were various benches for you to sit on. it was away from the busyness of the main street, but still had lanterns hung around the premise, combating the darkness of the early sunset during colder months.

you take a seat beside him whilst he sets down the variety of food he bought from the merchants, not trying to think too much about the way nagi presses himself closely against you.

“oh, one of my games had a character drop an hour ago,” he absentmindedly comments, opening his phone for the first time since being with you. you catch a glimpse of his dim phone screen, seeing the notification banner from the game he was referring to.

“that’s cool,” you mutter, unsure of what else to say as you take a bite into the red bean taiyaki.

“yeah, he’s a cracked character. been wanting him forever.”

“are you gonna pull? i wanna see him.”

“really?”

when you give him the nod of affirmation, nagi opens the game whilst you continue eating, gentle anticipation hanging in the air as well as a comfortable silence. it doesn’t take long before he’s purchasing special event tokens, going to the special character screen and pressing the ‘draw x10’ option. you peer over his shoulder, trying to resist the urge to rest your chin on it.

you’re snapped out of your reverie when nagi emits a small gasp. “no way.”

“what?” you ask, watching the way his screen lights up in gold which signalled a successful draw. he looks up at you, eyes wide and mouth partially parted. “did you get him?”

“yeah, on the first go,” he says in wonder, a dazed look in his eyes. “that’s never happened before.”

“no way! you’re so lucky!”

nagi’s face erupts into a small smile, and you’re caught off guard all of a sudden when his hands snake around your waist, pulling you up to sit on his lap. the new proximity and abruptness of it all causes your mind to stop for a second, shutting off as nagi peers up at you with stars in his eyes. you want to hide, but his grip around you is too tight, pulling you in to him.

this feels criminal.

“nah, i just think you’re my lucky charm.”

a quiet squeak of ‘is that so?’ is all you can reply with before looking away, trying to distract your rampant thoughts, hoping that the cool breeze will calm the heat creeping up to your face. “so,” you begin, trying to recover yourself from embarrassment. “can i see your characters? all of them?”

“all of them?” nagi repeats and you miss the small look of bliss on his expression.

“yeah.”

“i showed them to you the other week.”

“okay, well show me this new character then.”

“as you wish.”

he talks you through the characters and their tutorials, showing you their special combos and ultimate moves, all whilst you have to feed him the variety of foods he bought whilst dragging you around like a dog and its owner. as he munches on the takoyaki, kebabs, and sweet potato, you realise just how bottomless nagi’s stomach was and the way he hums in satisfaction after each bite was very adorable.

the night fades into a nice memory of laughter, emptied food boxes, and easy conversation. somehow nagi has manoeuvred himself so that his head was now in your lap, snowy hair spread so invitingly as you resist the urge to run your hands through it, wanting to respect any boundaries of his.

every so often you have to remind yourself that this wasn’t real.

reality hits you once more the following morning when you check social media just to see ‘#nagi seishiro’ trending all over again, all talking about the paparazzi photos that were taken yesterday. taking a glimpse for yourself, you hate the way your gut sinks, especially as articles with the title ‘nagi seishiro with a new lover?’ shine in your face.

it only solidifies your speculations about this (fake?) relationship, and despite coming to accept it, growing resentment poisons your system, rendering you incapable and bitter as you let your breakfast grow cold.

at least nagi correctly covered you with his jacket, your face is completely obstructed, only your body is revealed. you thank your lucky stars that you decided to not wear your ‘blue lock’ staff clothes that morning and just opted for your own athletic wear, that way your identity could be hidden at least just a little.

a message from reo captures your attention and you click on it immediately.

reo: is that you with nagi?

you: yeah!

reo: about fucking time. got sick of you two never doing anything.

you: haha 😐thanks reo 😐

reo: did he take you to the night market last night?

you: yeah! it was fun :)

reo: that’s good, nagi’s been waiting forever.

reo: don’t break his heart

you scoff at the irony of reo’s last text, typing something noncommittal before throwing your phone else where.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the whole team practically knows about you and nagi when you return to work the following monday and the second you enter the building, you’re swarmed by the friendly faces of bachira, isagi, and chigiri, who are seemingly holding a tired nagi hostage. quite an amusing sight. three people, who are roughly a head shorter than the white-haired, restraining a lethargic 6’3 athlete with their bodies.

“are you really dating nagi?” isagi begins before you could even fit in a ‘hello’.

“uh… yeah?” you sound unsure; because you are. a fake relationship is still a relationship, it’s just that one party is more infatuated with the other.

“damn. i didn’t think it was real,” mutters chigiri. “are you sure? he’s not like… paying you to do this, right? you like like him?”

“yes?” you exclaim, a little overwhelmed. “i’m not getting any monetary returns even though i wish i did.” nagi narrows his eyes at you, you poke out your tongue. “please, no more questions, it’s way too early for this.”

“you don’t know how long we’ve been waiting for nagi to ask you out, y/n. even we placed money on him,” reveals isagi but before you could say anything in response, bachira cuts in, practically skipping up to the white-haired.

“finally grew some balls and asked, good job bro!” bachira sings, patting nagi on the back with a violet slap before disappearing.

“see you at practice, nagi!”

the three athletes disappear and you finally exhale after holding in a breath for what felt like ages. what an animated way to start the day.

you hold your breath again when nagi approaches to stop in front of you, a singular coffee cup in his hand; one that he holds out to you.

“good morning, nagi,” you greet.

“hey, i got you coffee.” instinctively, you take the cup from him, immediately warmed up by the heat emanating from it. “i hope it’s still warm. i’ve been waiting for you for a while.”

“you were waiting for me?”

“yeah. wanted to see you before going to training. makes my day less of a bother.”

you smile into your cup, trying to hide the effect that nagi has on you. you were so stupid for him it was insane.

“i’m sorry for making you wait, the trains were a little delayed this morning,” you confess, “but thank you. you’re very thoughtful, nagi.”

his face contorts into an ugly expression, a display of his feelings that are quickly quelled by the feeling of your cold hand grabbing his warm ones. “you take public transport to work?”

“i don’t want to pay for parking and everything. it’s not all bad, i get lovely views and a wake up call every morning.”

the white-haired athlete makes a face of contemplation briefly. “let me pick you up from now on.”

“no, it’s fine. i don’t want to be more of a hassle. i know how much you hate waking up to even just come to work so-”

“-i want to.”

your heart flutters at his insistence and all you can mutter out is a feeble ‘ok’ before slipping your hand out of his. you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to get used to the way nagi seishiro so effortlessly warms your insides; to the point that it becomes an unrecognisable pool of putty.

after a moment, you regain your senses. “you should be going off to practise. don’t make ego mad before the day even starts.”

he groans, “won’t you come and watch? i’ll feel a little better if you’re there.”

“i have my own work to get to but i don’t have many checkups today so if i can, i will.”

“i suppose that’s good enough,” mutters nagi before pulling you in for a loose hug, arms wounding around your waist, breathing you in before stepping back, as if rejuvenated by your touch and presence alone.

“work hard, nagi.”

you go your separate ways, him to the field and you to your office where various coworkers resided.

after a morning of answering emails, going to meetings and consulting the results from various body screenings, you finally have a chunk of time around 11:45 am to go and watch practice. as soon as you entered the training grounds, you’re a little stunned and impressed to see that they were all doing shooting drills, landing them perfectly with no effort, the harsh sound of shoe slapping against leather ringing throughout the area.

nagi notices you almost immediately, his eyes lighting up a little when you shoot him a small wave before wandering into the bleachers, taking a seat in a second row.

you continue watching, straightening up in your seat whenever it’s nagi’s turn, waiting to watch the genius at work. the results are no less than impressive every time but you have to pretend like you weren’t at all marvelling at him whenever he turns around and looks at you expectantly.

15 minutes later, ego calls for an hour lunch break, allowing the players to break off to do whatever their heart desires. the first thing nagi does is walk over to where you sit in the stands, leaning over the first row of chairs to reach you.

“why hello there, soccer sensation,” you greet and he gives you a lazy smile.

“hi.”

“you going to go for lunch?”

“yeah. have you had something to eat yet or do you wanna grab a bite together?”

“i brought cup noodles but i don’t mind. don’t you want to go with your friends?”

“you’re better.”

“please shut up, that’s so cringe,” you murmur with an undeniable grin, one that causes his gaze to soften as well. “let’s get lunch together then.”

“let me get dressed,” the athlete says, about to run off when you abruptly stop him, causing him to turn around suddenly, his hair whipping around with his actions. “what’s up?”

beckoning him over, he returns to where he stood before and you take out a hair tie, one that you store in your pockets all the time just in case. “does your hair not bother you when you practise?” you silently ask for permission, hand merely hovering near his head until you realise that he was okay with the contact. “it’s getting all in your face, even i was annoyed when watching you.”

gently, you run your hands through his hair and despite the sweat on his forehead, it’s still soft and fluffy. goodness you could play with it forever.

then, you gather nagi’s front bangs, bringing them together to resemble a unicorn horn, tying it with your hairband. when you part from your work, you’re pleasantly surprised that it holds but you suppress a giggle because of how ridiculous he looks, paired with that dazed look in his eyes, you never thought you’d see nagi like this.

when you reach to tug your hairband out of his hair, he waves you off, taking the updo out himself.

“can i keep the hairband?” he pleads and you quirk an eyebrow.

“it’s just a hairband,” you say.

“so you won’t miss it right?”

“no, i won’t-”

“-okay, epic,” he mumbles before putting the hair tie around his wrist and a part of you swells with pride at the sight; a feeling that you try to shove down with little success. “can i get changed now?”

“yes, go.”

whilst you watch the white-haired disappear from your vision, you can’t help but wonder how you got yourself into this situation with such a weirdo. still, you adore said weirdo and this was no one’s fault but your own.

nagi wears the hair tie for the remainder of the day.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

roughly two months or so pass by and the days become a blur, especially since training is becoming more rigorous for the team due to the preparations for their spring soccer season. your schedule is piled day by day with athletes coming for their regular checkups and consultations, leaving you drained as soon as the work day is over.

nagi, your loving ‘partner’ notices this because he always likes to stick around after hours and bother you for a massage. he always insists that you do it because it’s like an immediate ‘full heal’ but you just think that he’s too lazy to book a professional masseuse and that you’re the next best thing.

whatever. at least he’s cute.

“i hardly see you nowadays,” he mutters, voice muffled by the leather bed of your workspace.

you gather a little more lotion on your hands, spreading it along his calves before pressing your thumbs into his muscles, trying to identify where any tight spots might be. “i’m sorry, i don’t have much time nowadays. appointments with you guys go all the way til six, and i don’t get home until 6:30. then i’m practically out like a light.”

he hums in torment and in consideration, tensing his shoulders a little as a natural response to the pain in his legs. “well, tomorrow’s a saturday. can i take you out?”

“i don’t know, some athletes may sporadically come and bother me to get a massage so i’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

“be serious.”

“i am free tomorrow.”

“sick. keep it that way.”

“even if athletes bother me for a much-needed massage in order to perform at their best?”

he huffs something in response before flopping his face back down on the leather bed, the (seemingly invincible) knots in his calves taking too much of your attention for you to think too hard about tomorrow’s date with nagi.

he’s still wearing your hair tie around his wrist.

true to his word, nagi picks you up the next day at 3pm for your date since he insisted that was the earliest he would be ready by (meaning, it’s the earliest he can wake up). when you meet him, you’re a little stunned by the amount of disguises he’s wearing. sunglasses, beanie, and a face mask, you’re not sure whether he’s going to attract more attention or blend in.

also, when you’re 6’3 it’s hard to avoid eyes.

“hey, i’m supposed to meet someone called nagi, he’s got white hair, grey eyes, 190 cm, have you seen him?” you ask as soon as you approach the soccer player. he sighs through his mask when you erupt into a fit of laughter. “i’m just kidding.”

nagi brings down his mask to sit below his chin. “your boyfriend is right here,” he corrects, voice demanding and authoritative, sending shivers down your spine.

“so he is,” you mumble, stepping closer to engulf him in a hug. he wraps his arms around you in return and you contentedly sigh when he pulls you into the comfortable, expensive material of his hoodie. “what’s with the disguise?”

“i don’t want anyone to ruin our day out so i’m wearing this.”

“ever so thoughtful aren’t you?”

when you take a step back, nagi’s careful to not let you stray too far which is indicated through the protective arm he keeps around your shoulders.

“should we get going?”

“yeah.”

the white-haired laces your hands with his, his grip gentle yet committed to keeping you near him as you stroll down the warming streets of tokyo.

“it’s finally spring,” nagi comments offhandedly, causing you shift your gaze towards him. you’re surprised that he was initiating conversation, majority of the time it was you doing the rambling and him partaking in the listening. “the cold weather was getting bothersome. hated going to practise all freezing, makes warmup so hard.”

“i like the cold weather,” you say. “it’s easier to dress for winter than it is for summer.”

“that is true.”

“do you like spring?”

“yeah, ‘s my favourite season.”

you didn’t think someone like nagi would bother too much with having a favourite season. “why’s that?”

“it’s a good season for napping and staying inside. i like that i don’t have to do much nor think about much.”

such a nagi response. you admire how stubborn he sticks to his ideals and general philosophy, it’s a comforting quality and aspect to have.

“plus it’s your birthday season,” you add.

he looks at you with a gentle smile before repeating: “it’s my birthday season.”

nagi takes you to a park where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, its petals decorating the scenery and ground, creating a dainty, lovely carpet of pink and beauty. however, the main attraction of the date isn’t the scenery of the park but rather, the lake where several pedal boats float on the water; some occupied, some vacant.

the soccer player shows the attendant his purchased tickets, getting them scanned before you’re led to get on one of the boats.

“so… are you liking the date?” nagi asks when you’re out far enough from the dock so that no one can hear you. here, he takes off his mask, tucking it into his pocket.

“i am, i’ve been wanting to ride one of these boats for a long time but i’ve just never found the time,” you confess. “i’m glad that it’s with you. thanks, nagi.”

he looks away, an obvious pink tint appearing on his cheeks as he rubs his neck in embarrassment. “it’s okay, i s’pose.”

“you’re so cute,” you say whilst raising one hand to drag through his hair.

“stop,” he whines but not brushing you off or pulling away, instead, he leans into your touch.

a few minutes of silence pass by before nagi speaks up again, retreating back into his personal space as he fishes for something in his hoodie pocket. he pulls out a long velvet box, handing it over for you to take which you do with a little hesitation.

“i wanted to give you something to mark two months,” he tells you and you feel your heart drop.

“wait what? two months? i didn’t know we were celebrating that!” (because you spend too much time fretting over the day he’d tell you that he wants to break up, not needing this fake relationship anymore.) “i didn’t get you anything, i feel terrible now-”

“-it’s not a big deal, i just wanted to give you something.”

“nagi i can’t accept this, this is too good-”

“-i insist.”

“but i don’t have anything for you-”

in the blink of an eye his hands are clasped tightly around yours, his face incredibly close to yours that you’re stupefied into silence. “i. insist.”

you stare at him for another three seconds before relenting, opening the velvet box with the utmost care in fear that you might drop it in the water; a horrifying thought.

a gasp of delight slips out of your mouth when you see an emerald necklace beaming brightly in your face. it’s in the shape of a pendant, encrusted around a halo plate with gold surrounding it, and from the looks of it, it couldn’t have been cheap.

looking back up at him to express the disbelief you feel, you’re silenced by the gentle look in his eyes, one that shines with adoration and devotion.

“it’s beautiful,” you whisper, unable to talk much louder in fear that it’ll cause the emerald to shatter in your hand. “you shouldn’t have.”

“i wanted to because i really like you. stop worrying.”

you exhale deeply, a little flustered and caught off guard by how candid he was. this feels suspiciously real.

“where did you learn to be so romantic?” you quiz, using humour to narrow how awkward you felt.

“shoujos,” he answers shamelessly.

“ah.” makes sense as to why he makes you feel like you’re in one. “can you help me put the necklace on?”

the white-haired shines with glee, features brightening for a second. “y-yeah, of course.”

“thank you.”

when he grasps the jewellery in his hold you turn around to expose the back of your neck to him, practically holding your breath when you feel his warm fingers brush against your skin, his touch barely there yet still prominent enough to blaze trials of fire where he caresses.

“how do i look?” you ask, turning back around.

“beautiful,” he says, no louder than a whisper.

eventually the boat ride comes to an end and you return back to the dock. a lingering feeling of bliss and giddiness resonates in your chest, evident in the undeniable grin plastered on your face whilst you walk through the park; this time with a pretty gemstone adorning your neck.

“nagi, look!” you exclaim, gesturing over to a company-branded photo booth that had set itself up in the middle of the park. there were various people lining up for one and judging by the pleased squeals from groups of students, it would be a nice memory to keep for today. “should we take one?”

“sure,” he shrugs, letting you drag him to hop in the queue which was going much faster than you anticipated.

when it’s your turn, there’s hardly any time to discuss poses when the cameraman clicks the countdown button so unexpectedly. you reflexively hug nagi whilst smiling and he just gives a simple peace sign. he then stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you to place his head atop yours. finally, he bends down to kiss your cheek, rendering you completely mentally inable as you default a pose, not entirely too sure which one whilst you wait for the countdown and the camera flash.

“you guys are so cute!” the photographer exclaims, handing your photobooth strips already. even then you hadn’t regained your senses, relying on nagi to guide you with his hand on the small of your back.

glancing down at the photo strip, you’re stunned into speechlessness at the last photo. you can still remember the feeling of his lips on your cheek, specks of his warmth lingering on your skin whilst you continue trying to register what just happened.

you might explode or something.

“cute,” nagi mumbles whilst putting the photo strip into his wallet, pulling you in by the waist to stand closer to him, whispering in your ear. “i still have one place i want to take you.”

“do you?” you squeak, earning you a nod as he leads you through the park, coming to a stop when you enter a somewhat secluded section that had a sign labelled ‘private picnic rooms’ with various price ranges according to the number of people.

once again, he claims to have a reservation and you’re led by an attendant towards a specific area that had a table scattered with plates of snacks and various decorations. the vibe of the room was incredible with tatami mats, a floor to ceiling glass window that outlook the cherry blossoms, and if you tried hard enough, you could hear a stream running.

“you… really outdid yourself,” you murmur, wandering over to one side of the table, expecting him to sit on the other. instead, he takes the spot right beside you.

you’re not too sure if this layout is how the establishment intended it to be but it is now.

“so you like it?”

“i do. i love everything you’ve done today, you’re too good for me.”

“not true,” he grumbles, too quiet for you to address it further but loud enough for you to hear.

your relationship doesn’t make any sense to you. why is nagi trying so hard to impress you when this relationship was just for beneficial gain? what does he get from booking a pedal boat ride, buying you a (clearly expensive) emerald necklace, then taking you to have a private picnic?

picking up a piece of halved mochi with the provided fork, you give the first bite to nagi who is more than happy to oblige, chewing on it with a satisfied expression.

he’s so cute, you could pinch him.

your eyes then flit over to the decorations on the table, reaching over to the branch of cherry blossoms in a vase before you could think, ripping off one of the sticks with the bloomed flower and putting it in nagi’s hair and behind his ears. his adorableness just tripled.

“aww you look really cute with pink!”

“ya think so?”

“yeah! you’re so pretty nagi,” you reach over to fiddle with the flower, not registering how close you’d gotten to him until you feel his breath fan across your face.

then you comprehend it, frozen in place for a second as you study nagi’s beauty from an angle you hadn’t before. how his snowy hair fanned perfectly over his forehead, the way the light bounced in the reflection of his eyes, and the imperfections that littered across his skin all contributed towards making the pretty being that was nagi seishiro.

he leans in. you freak out, instinctively turning your head.

your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel nagi’s lips brush against the corners of your mouth, lingering there for a moment before parting and the look of hurt that flashes across his face hurts your soul.

did you do the right thing? you thought you did- you know nagi isn’t into you the way you are into him. this relationship was made for media attraction, for him to gain more seconds of fame, so why does he keep acting like you two are real? why does he keep protecting your identity from the internet, why did he wear a disguise when meeting you when he would have wanted to boast that he was taken, why does he want to kiss you?

why does he look so hurt when he didn’t?

this was all so confusing.

tension lingers in the air for the rest of the date. you try to compensate for it by being a little more affectionate, giving in to your desires of openly loving him for the day. nagi’s satisfied.

you don’t notice how the cherry blossom fell from his ear.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

you won’t find answers to your questions for a long time. in fact, the amount of questions you had quadrupled one night when you had spent the day at nagi’s apartment after work one day to watch a tv show that was on his ‘to-watch’ list.

“stay the night?” asks nagi, resting his head on your shoulder to give you his best puppy-dog eyes. you will yourself to not look at him by keeping your gaze firm on the television screen.

“oh this episode sounds good. maybe we can watch this then i’ll get going,” you mutter whilst fiddling with the remote, dutifully ignoring his pleads and the way he tugs at you; something that does not resonate well with him.

“oi. don’t ignore me.”

with a rough exhale, you finally turn towards him. “i can’t.”

“why not? we don’t have work tomorrow.”

“i know but i just feel bad to bother you and take up your space.”

“you’re not botherin’ me. there’s so much space here, it feels empty without you.”

“nagi-”

“-won’t you call me seishiro? or something more romantic?”

the relationship shifts with his very words and you feel the genuine desperation that bleeds from nagi through his tone. when you look him in the eye, part of you shines with hope that maybe your relationship was real and not bred for media benefit.

in this moment of weakness, you let the top of your walls crumble.

“okay, seishiro.”

he beams. a smile so pure that you shatter like glass in his hands. “yay.”

you then find yourself underneath him as he lays his entire body weight over you, pressing you into the comfortable cushions of his couch as his hands delicately run up and down your waist. paralysed with confusion at the amount of love he pours into his touch, you keep forgetting that the higher you climb, the harder the inevitable fall will be.

“stay the night, please?”

how could you say no when he was asking so nicely? “okay, seishiro.”

“yay.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“hey seishiro, are you ready?” you ask, fiddling with your rings as you round the corner of your living room where your oversized boyfriend is lounging across the couch whilst you got ready (boyfriend still feels weird to say even if he has zero problems with addressing himself by that title).

“yeah. let’s go-” he grumbles, cutting himself off when he glances over at you, eyes widening. “-whoa.”

heat rushes to your cheeks whilst nagi continues to shamelessly marvel at you, slowly standing up to cross the distance between you, his hands naturally hovering to hold your hips when he’s close enough. his gaze lingers even longer on the emerald necklace that sits between your collarbones. “like what you see?”

he stays silent for a second, leaving you to anticipate his answer. “we don’t have to go to isagi’s,” he mumbles. “how do we feel about staying in?”

“don’t. your best friend is hosting this party, can’t you at least show up for him?”

the white-haired sulks. “but you look so good. why should i celebrate that shortie instead of you?”

you push his face away, jokingly fed up with your boyfriend’s lazy attitude. “isagi is also my friend and i want to celebrate with him, just for an hour or two and then we can leave. deal?”

“fine.”

twenty minutes later, you arrive at isagi’s place where a good amount of his closest friends had gathered, showing up far earlier than you and nagi did.

truthfully, you were looking forward to isagi’s party since he was not throwing a massive rave where everyone was invited- those always ended up to be more unfortunate than fun in your opinion, and that wouldn’t exactly cater to his shy and sensible character. tonight was a gathering for his friends to hangout and celebrate. some you recognise from the team, some of them must be from high school or elsewhere.

bachira’s cheery face is the first one you see upon arrival, his smile wide as he practically bounces off the walls in excitement and you already begin to wonder just how many desserts and sweets he’s had upon arrival.

“hey it’s the couple of the century!” he exclaims with a wink. nagi keens at bachira’s compliment, all proud and boastful as his hand creeps up to hold your hip protectively. “lookin’ good as always!”

“yo, where’s isagi?” the white haired questions.

“around, i’ll take you to him c’mon!”

the two soccer players are off before you can even count to three, nagi and bachira disappearing into the crowd as the hyperactive boy drags your 190 cm of a boyfriend through the crowd. well, at least he took the gift you both bought with him, but now you feel a little alone and very awkward.

walking around the hallways of isagi’s, you feel a little out of place since most of them seemed to be high school friends. it’s not until you reached the kitchen that you sigh in relief, met with the familiar, friendly faces of chigiri and reo who see you first.

“hey!” the red-haired calls out, waving at you as you walk over to them. “it’s good to see you, y/n, how are you?”

“hey chigiri, hey reo, i’m good! i just arrived but this seems like a cool gathering. isagi’s really outdone himself,” you greet.

“yeah he did. good way to unwind before the soccer season gets too crazy,” reo chips in. “nice outfit by the way, you served!”

“oh shut up, you look amazing yourself. you too chigiri.”

“so… where’s nagi?” the purple-haired asks, checking his phone to see if he had received any texts from his best friend. “didn’t he come with you?”

“yeah but bachira dragged him to go talk to isagi as soon as i arrived. you know how he is.”

after a few more minutes of talking with the two, you finally pause the conversation out of concern about nagi’s whereabouts might be. you thought he’d come and find you after a while but guess you’ll search for him first.

informing the pair first before breaking away, you wander into the rooms where bachira pulled nagi into, blindly hoping that they’ll be in there. to your chagrin, there were only a few unfamiliar faces spread along the couches, discussing something with a drink in their hand. you ignore the sight of otoya and one of isagi’s friends sitting too close for comfort.

when you walk into the next room, you stop in your tracks at the sight in front of you: nagi leaning against the wall with a stranger who clearly has no distinction of personal space, their hand resting on his chest. your heart plunges the bottom of your stomach as distraught settles within you because of the scene unfolding in front of you, chest churning with a distant ache that you can’t put your finger on.

then he looks over at you.

the instinct to turn around and run overpowers any rational judgement, especially when a flurry of emotions begin to well up inside you, causing you to sink further and further in an ocean of doubt and fear.

you had no right to be jealous, not over nagi because you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, he’s not really yours and it’s moment like these that truly humble you into remembering. you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, you’re just his-

“-where are you going?” comes an indifferent voice from behind you. all anxiety floods out of you like a broken dam. a warm, large hand tugs on your wrist and even if he had not spoke, you’d know from touch alone that it was nagi behind you. the multitude of times that he’s spent holding you, intertwining his hand with yours, and cherishing you has forced you to brand him into your memory.

you are his. even if it is not mutual, you would be his until he stomps the fire out.

“i-i thought i was interrupting something,” you stammer, looking into at nagi’s doe eyes.

“you didn’t. actually, you made it better by coming,” he says before wrapping his arms around your torso. “that person wouldn’t leave me alone, such a pain. tried to say i was taken too, so glad you came.”

you return the hug, trusting his words. “glad i came too.”

nagi pulls you out of the water.

“can we leave yet? i don’t wanna be here anymore.”

“just a little longer. i haven’t even seen isagi yet. plus, we should dance.”

he gives you a quick look up and down before nodding in agreement. you smack his shoulder.

you manage to locate isagi rather quickly. he was near the food bar where refreshments and various desserts and snacks laid so after greeting him, wishing him ‘happy birthday’, and chatting with him for approximately five minutes before nagi started getting bitchy, you’re pulled into the dance floor by the white-haired. he said that they were playing a good song when you asked why he was being so impatient.

with a laugh, you give in.

nagi doesn’t really know how to dance but you can’t help but be a little entertained, deciding to end his awkwardness when you grab his hands and lead him through some moves, singing along to the song with each other. it ends with your arms around his neck and his around your waist (again) when a slower song plays.

hiding your face in his chest, you breathe in the subtle aroma of his cologne that you urged him to put on earlier. when he gently prompts you to look up at him with a hand gently pulling on your hair, your breath gets caught in your throat at the close proximity as nagi stares at your lips, glancing up to meet your eyes again before leaning in.

this time you don’t feel as cruel, bracing yourself for the first sip of water after crossing the desert, for the final puzzle piece clicking into place, for the feeling of his lips slotting against yours; for the feeling of completion.

instantly you relax at the sensation, melting into his embrace as you hold onto him a little tighter, wanting more. you want to take as much of him as he’ll allow and even then, you’ll cherish every last part.

you want him the same way the ocean longs for the moon.

parting from him makes you feel empty. the lidded look he gives you is full of temptation and… love?

snapping out of your reverie, you step away from him, using his dazed state to create some distance between the two of you as you come to your senses. senses that scream at you for possibly ruining… this.

you hate that you keep running away from him, leaving him in the dust of the mess that are your feelings. it’s immature, irrational, and downright childish, really it is, but how else can you stop the way you’re about to burst at the seams? how can you stop yourself from devoting yourself fully to nagi seishiro if you don’t forcefully screw the lid over your emotions?

for the second time tonight, the white-haired chases after you because there was never another option. he despises being away from you and despises it even more when it’s him you’re running away from, wanting nothing more than to be by your side at all times.

for the second time tonight, he grabs your wrist but now, he leads you through isagi’s house, weaving through a series of well-kept and simply decorated rooms to finally arrive at a balcony. one that was untouched by the party goers.

“why do you keep doing this?” he asks, pleading for an answer as desperation laces his voice and eyes. “why do you keep running away?”

you’re stunned. he’s hurt by your carelessness and the way you constantly recoil from him as if he was electric, his powerful figure slouching, all his quiet confidence and stubbornness seeping out of him, running to pool at your feet.

“am i doing something wrong? i thought you liked me.”

“i-i’m confused,” you stammer stupidly.

he grows even more perplexed. “you’re confused? i’m even more confused! one second i think you like me then the next, you’re trying to avoid me. why do you keep doing this? i really really like you, y/n. but it doesn’t feel like you like me at all sometimes.”

“no!” you blurt out. “it’s not like that! i do like you, a lot, in fact i might even… love you? it’s just…”

as you try to recap the timeline of your relationship in the past few months, you find yourself at a loss for words as you truly realise the multitude of your stupidity. you might slap yourself in the face.

this entire time, nagi has liked you- genuinely liked you for who you are yet you’ve been denying the love he has been trying to share with you since you internalised it all to be a sham. that someone like nagi seishiro couldn’t want you in the same way you wanted him. you’ve been hurting him this entire time and you don’t know how to begin explaining why.

well… no other option than with one word at a time.

you go to grab both his hands, inhaling. “i didn’t think we got together based on genuine feelings.”

he recoils, eyebrows and nose scrunching.

“i thought you were using me to- i don’t know, trend on the internet by teasing everyone with some sort of secret relationship which sounds so stupid, i know, but i just couldn’t believe that you would want me for me,” you ramble, only stopping to breathe. “these few months have been amazing but i lowkey thought you were going to break up with me and say something like ‘surprise! i’ve never liked you’ before leaving me. i don’t deserve someone like you and-”

“what?”

you shut up.

“you thought you don’t deserve me? that’s the biggest lie i’ve ever heard. you’re perfect. i was the one that got lucky.”

“lucky? you? really?”

“yeah,” he breathes. “you’re like a gift sent by fate.”

that renders you speechless for a little. there’s more to say, you know there is because of the pregnant silence that lingers around the two of you for a little but maybe that’s for another time.

are you dreaming? this feels surreal. maybe you’ll start floating too.

“also, why would i want to trend for any other reason but soccer?”

“i don’t know! you asked me out really abruptly- i’ve never been asked out like that before! talk about confusing. and the paparazzi was waiting for us after too like, what was i supposed to think!”

“i see.”

“yeah.”

more silence.

“so… you love me?” nagi asks and you groan, removing your hands from his to cover your face from embarrassment.

“i guess i do,” you grumble.

“hey, don’t hide from me,” the white-haired says before grabbing your wrists to lower them from your face. “i love you too.”

“really?”

“yeah.”

“that’s cool.”

“it is.”

you do both of you a favour by kissing him fervently.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“sei, shouldn’t you be getting ready for the match or whatever it is you athletes do?” you ask when nagi’s mop of white hair peaks up from behind the door to your physio office.

he steps out from behind the doorframe, crossing the distance to get to you. he’s sporting his blue lock tracksuit with his hands dug into his pocket and you’re a little envious of how comfortable he looks. “i was until i realised you weren’t there. i was waiting for you to show up.”

“well i don’t really have to be there early. i just get there around 20 or so minutes earlier.”

“i see.”

“why, did you want me there or something?” you ask with a cheeky eyebrow raise, poking him in his sides causing him to recoil a little from your touch.

“why else would i walk all this way?”

“a stunning 50 metres- i’m so sorry for your perilous journey,” you comment, placing a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him to set up your box of medical supplies including kinesio tapes, bandages, and cold spray. he slumps down on the waiting couch near the entrance.

your role as blue lock’s official therapist meant that you had to be on standby for the team at all time during official matches. even though you aren’t their nurse, you still bring first aid things like ice packs to minimise the amount of time spent travelling between offices, especially if that distance is not needed.

after scanning the box for the last time and mentally ticking your checklist of materials required to bring, you pat your leg in satisfaction before standing up. “i can go to the field now. there’s probably tape changes that i need to do.”

nagi lazily grins, searching for your hand to help pull himself up. “yay.”

“you need to be warming up while we’re at it.”

“aw. okay.”

the walk back to the field is painless enough with nagi holding onto your hand for dear life whilst carrying your box of supplies for you. for someone who is about to compete in less than an hour, he is surprisingly calm, hardly different from his passive, pacifistic self. should you be nervous on his behalf?

stepping in to the field, you’re overwhelmed by the enormousness of blue lock’s home stadium, the lights shining down on you so brightly that you need a moment to recollect yourself. to think that all these empty seats will be filled with various people scares you mindless; even vacant it was still overwhelming.

“y/n!” isagi’s voice breaks you out of your reverie and he jogs over to you with that friendly smile of his. “what’s up?”

“hey isagi, sei dragged me out of my office,” you grumble before turning around to the white-haired who places your supplies on the ground, instructing him to: “go continue warming up.”

he grumbles something incoherent, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead before running off, leaving you a little flustered as the dark-haired player waits patiently to talk to you.

“so what’s up?”

“i just needed my ankle to be retaped, is that okay?”

“that is my job so come over,” you say, beckoning isagi to one of the benches nearby where you decide to station yourself for the time being.

whilst you’re unrolling the adhesive, he awkwardly sits there with his shoe and sock off, exposing his joint where he already you tape it for him.

“do you want pink or blue tape?” you ask, holding up the two options.

“pink.”

the background noises of athletes shouting and kicking soccer balls fill the silence whilst you cut up the length needed to tape isagi’s ankle.

“how are you and nagi?” he asks.

“we’re good,” you respond, mentally reminding yourself to give isagi a present in exchange for his birthday being the sole reason why your relationship strengthened. “both been busy cause of the season but it’s fine.”

“that’s okay, you’re making it work!” he reassures, “well, nagi is really happy.”

“is he now?” you ask, looking intently at your hands as they worked around isagi’s ankle, hiding your giddy expression from the soccer player. the effect nagi has on you will never disappear.

“yeah! always talks about you to us.”

“does he?”

“of course, why wouldn’t he? swears you’re the best thing to have happened to him in a long time or whatever.”

your heart warms uncontrollably. nagi seishiro was going to be your downfall.

finishing up on isagi’s ankle, he tests it out quickly before thanking you and running off again to blend in with his teammates again. ‘don’t work too hard!’ you yell out after him.

after retaping chigiri’s knee, commanding karasu to do his recommended exercises, and other various checkups, the boys are ushered back into the stadium so the audience could begin filing in. before nagi went in, he runs over to you, bundling you in his arms despite the various exclaims of ‘hurry up!’ yelled at your white-haired partner.

“gotta go,” he says breathily.

“wait, shouldn’t you take this off?” you ask, gesturing to your hair tie which sat snugly at his wrist.

“do i have to?”

“you can always rewear it after the match sei, it’s not a big deal.”

“fine. i’ll see you soon then.”

you give him a smile of reassurance, hugging him back. “go. i’ll be watching, my superstar.”

his eyes shine. “cheer for me, won’t you?”

“of course i will. i’m your lucky charm,” you tease but he takes your statement quite literally, grinning at what you say which only illuminates the cheery look on his face.

“can my lucky charm give me a kiss?”

cupping his face, you quickly place a peck on his nose before lightly pushing him away. you know the kiss is not good enough to satiate his hunger but perhaps that’s just what you want from him, to try hard for a better reward. and in this case, by trying harder, he would bring home the trophy.

“go line up!” you command.

nagi grumbles something before stepping away, “i’ll score for you.”

he dashes towards the stadium entrance, leaving you in a lovesick daze as you watch him retreat. someone clears their throat behind you and you remember where you are, sitting down to preserve some professionalism.

sitting in the medics corner was scary, especially as you watch every seat getting gradually filled with an onslaught of different people, but all you need to do for the 90 minutes is watch and be attentive to the game and the health of the players. an easy job for the amount of pay you get.

when the teams walks out into the field, everyone in the stands erupt into a roar, waving their various flags and colours. despite the chaos, nagi looks over at you and you blow him a kiss, unsure of whether or not he could actually see you.

as everything settles down, the match finally begins, starting off with a bang. from time to time you talk with the two other blue lock medics and spend the other moments admiring your boyfriend in his athletic glory.

it’s not until almost halftime that something disastrous happens. when itoshi rin collides face-first into another player, toppling over on the field on top of each other, the crowd erupts into a series of gasps and concerned noises. as the referee’s whistle is called, you three official blue lock staff scramble to the middle of the field where a crowd was gathering around the two, trying to help their soccer players but stepping out of the way when you approach.

“where are you?” one medic begins asking.

“the stadium. we’re in the middle of a match,” comes rin’s gruff tone.

“you are?”

“itoshi rin.”

“how many fingers am i holding up?”

“four.”

“what hurts?”

“my fucking face,” rin snarkily replies, trying to stand up but not making it past his knees as he stumbles a little, holding on to his nose. “shit.”

taking his hand away, there are droplets of red coating his skin and you snake yourself under his arm in order to assist with helping him to the medic’s area, another nurse doing the same. hopefully it’s not serious and he won’t need be to sent to hospital, only benched by ego. which, he was.

in your panic, you don’t register any of the commotion happening within the players themselves whereas nagi, on the other hand, hears it all clearly. how a player on the team he was playing against says something like ‘look at that cutie. reckon i could cuff ‘em?’ where his friend replies with a ‘yeah dude. seems like a babe to be honest, workin’ as a nurse and shit’, geturing to you.

nagi has never felt such an overwhelming urge to punch someone, to jump the two players and tear them apart with the fury he feels accumulating in his insides.

the whistle to notify that the game was continuing disrupts nagi’s train of thought. he goes back into position but not without snaring at the opposition.

blue lock seems to be doing fine without their number one player for the remainder of the game; in fact, nagi is practically dominating the whole field as he shoots, earning goals left and right for blue lock. he’s moving with unmatched determination; a blazing kind that you’ve never seen from him despite having seen countless of his games. you wonder what happened to him since rin got injured, where did the calm, unbothered nagi go? why are you kind of scared of your boyfriend right now?

maybe your good luck kiss worked in giving him the boost you predicted.

however, you never could have predicted the huge turnaround that your life would take when nagi’s jealousy gets too ahead of itself. when his urge to show the world whose you are outspeaks his rationality, too caught up in the torments of untamed jealousy. he’s never felt this way before; a carnal desire so inherent that it makes him feel bare.

only you could do this to him.

and only you could fix the ugly monster inside him

when blue lock scores the goal needed to take the trophy home, the stadium is deafening, so loud that you need to cover your ears from the unrestrained passion of fans and watchers alike, the buzz of excitement unmatched.

nagi is awarded man of the match, taking home a shiny trophy in recognition of his athleticism and remarkable talents. yet the first thing he does when taking his prize is not rush over to his teammates and… do whatever it is that men do, but to run over to where you reside, a possessive and dark look in his eyes. it sends shivers down your spine.

he sweeps you into his arms, winding you so close that you can feel the body heat radiating from him, even through the fabric of his jersey. the trophy presses against your back.

“can i kiss you?” nagi questions although it sounds more like a demand, especially with that breathy voice due to how much he’s been running around.

short circuiting for a moment, you reply: “but everyone’s watching.”

“let them.”

you’re well aware of the multitude of cameras that may be pointed at you and nagi. if you act stupidly, it will appear on the internet and who knows what repercussions it might bring, are you ready to be thrown into a life of chaos, joining alongside your boyfriend?

the answer is obvious when you take the initiative of kissing him, allowing him to devour you whole: his first act of establishing just exactly who you were to the entire world.

you adore how scandalous this feels.

his second act comes mere minutes later at the exit where paparazzi and media were waiting patiently behind barriers for their star players. this time, instead of leaving alone or with his teammates, there’s an unidentified figure accompanying him, hugged close to his side and proudly wearing his jersey. the very one that boasts ‘NAGI’ along the back. everything descends into chaos.

an immense feeling of deja vu encompasses you when you recall the day nagi asked you out and the overwhelming lineup of paparazzi and photographers that waited for him outside. it’s different now. you feel confident in your place beside nagi, looking perfect to him in his clothes- as if you were meant to be his.

nagi walks in front of you to use his stature to protect from the greedy eyes of the internet whilst you use your hands to cover your face as best as possible, all to ensure your privacy from those who are going to eat these photos up when they see them.

and- well, if everyone is going to see them then why not send a little message whilst nagi’s here?

the kiss nagi sneaks on your neck is entirely proprietorial, a clear sign of affection for the whole world to see as he eyes the cameras with a deadly look in his eyes.

“mine,” he mutters in your ear, sending one last glare over his shoulder before disappearing from their nosiness and intruding flashes.

the cameras can see your hair tie that slips up when his sleeves are tugged too short.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your notifications are rampant the next morning, mostly because of friends, and ‘#nagi seishiro’ has taken the internet by storm once again.

this feeling of anxiety settling in your stomach will never go away whenever you check social media to see if any of your information has been leaked and by whatever miracle, you’re absolutely relieved to see that nothing drastic has been revealed.

speaking of boyfriend, nagi stirs from where he lays beside you, stretching for a moment before patting the bed in search for your warmth.

shutting off your phone and putting it down, you watch him try to locate you, unable to stop the smile from stretching at the corner of your lips. he’s adorable. even more so when he has to open one eye because his instincts were failing him.

“oh. why are you awake?” he asks groggily, still adjusting to consciousness. nagi tries to sit up to rest on his elbows only to fail miserably and fall face-first into his lush pillow.

“body clock,” you say. you’ll talk about yesterday later. right now, it was just you and him and the soft glow of the sun saying good morning.

“turn it off and go back to sleep.”

“fine.”

“c’mere,” nagi beckons you over weakly, hands reaching for your figure but falling short due to the enormous size of his bed.

it’s not like nagi to splurge on things but it is like him to splurge on getting the most comfortable bed ever, so when he demands you to fall back asleep, how could you say no when it feels like napping on a cloud? and with your adorable boyfriend? some things in life come too easy.

shuffling back towards him, he’s quick to throw an arm and a leg around you, trapping you in.

“my body hurts,” whines nagi. “so much.”

“what do you want me to do about that?”

“massage later, please?”

“is that all i am to you?” you question teasingly whilst rubbing hearts into his skin.

“maybe,” he sings.

astounded, you give him your best look of betrayal. “we’re breaking up.”

“no, don’t do that,” nagi pleads, hugging you closer as if you were going to get up from his vice grip in the first place. “don’t be mean.”

“oh sure because i’m the mean one,” you joke as he burrows his head into your neck. instinctively, your hands card through his hair, extra soft from washing it last night. after a moment of silence, you speak up. “you’re trending again because of me so just remember that what i said about our fame-grabbing relationship was true.”

“i didn’t mean for that to happen. i’m just too good,” he takes his head out of your neck, doe eyes looking up at you with heart wrenching awe. “and i love you too much to hide it.”

you pat his cheek, unable to stop a wide, dreamy smile from appearing on your face. “go back to sleep.”

“‘k. goodnight.” the second nagi’s head hits his pillow, he’s out like a light.

it’s a little surreal to be wrapped in his embrace like this, to be able to gaze at his features so closely and unabashedly whilst his arms extend to mould you into him. even being as close as humanly possible isn’t enough for nagi who has an unlimited desire for more, at all times.

if it’s you he wants, then you’ll happily grant it.

the last thing you see before falling into a deep slumber is a hair tie that lies on his bedside table.

#pls be nice to me i'm really fragile rn i'm sorry this wasn't amazing #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro x reader #nagi x you #nagi drabble #blue lock x reader #blue lock nagi x reader #blue lock drabble #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff

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moonvis · 3 months

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I NEED YOU ALIVE

Steve Rogers x F! Avenger! Reader Incl. Sam, Tony, and Bucky x Natasha Summary: Steve can't wait to propose, but when a mission goes south, he's not sure he'll get the chance after all Warnings: Angst to fluff! Some cursing. Some blood and injuries. 2.5k words.

Steve carefully opened the blue velvet box in his hand, revealing a simple yet beautiful engagement ring. Light reflected onto the golden material, a small diamond on top. Steve knew his girl liked it simple, so that was what he got. A warming smile grew on his lips as he imagined the ring perfectly fit on her finger.

Bucky gently nudged at his pal’s side, a smirk present on his face. Steve chuckled as a response, speaking in a low voice, “This is it Buck. I’m proposing tonight after the mission.” It was Y/N and Steve’s two-year anniversary after all, but unfortunately they had to go on a last-minute mission before celebrating.

“M’ happy for you pal. She’s gonna love it.”

Steve had been carrying the ring in his picket ever since he bought it, looking at it every now and then - even at the risk of Y/N spotting him. Bucky had reminded it of such many times before, “Might put it away before your girl sees it.”

The whole team were gathered inside the jet, but luckily Y/N was sat opposite of the super soldiers, occupied in a conversation with Natasha. Steve let out a happy sigh and closed the box, “You know how it is Buck…”

Bucky did indeed understand; he understood the excitement Steve was feeling, the thought of spending the rest of a lifetime with the love of his life. The former Winter Solider had proposed to Natasha just a few months earlier anyways.

Bucky patted the blonde’s shoulder, “One more mission, and she’s all yours.”

“Right.” The Captain put the box back in his most secure pocket and got up. Time to get over with the mission. Walking into the middle of the jet, he spoke up, “Okay team. One last recall on the mission plan.”

Y/N gave him her immediate attention, admiring Steve in his Captain America stance. Steve gave her a small smile before he continued talking, “Y/N and Nat will get the files. Buck, Sam and I will go for the hostages, while Tony-” Steve turned to the billionaire, “You work as a shield around the base. This is a last-minute mission, which means we gotta be prepared for anything. Sam will back you up if needed.”

“Dream team,” Y/N commented from beside Natasha, giving her a pound, “Let’s go.”

Tony turned in his seat and prepared the jet for arrival, just outside the Hydra base, “Check your gear everyone! We land in three.”

As the they landed, Steve guided for Y/N to come over, which se gladly did. The Captain put his shield on his back, before caressing his girlfriend’s face, his brows softening as they made eye contact, “Be careful, okay? You know I hate separating from you on missions. So please, don’t take any unnecessary risks. I need you back in one piece.”

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Steve was referring to the upcoming secret proposal, thinking of the ring hidden in his pocket. He needed his future bride to make it back from the mission alive.

“That goes both ways,” Y/N raised a brow and smiled, “But yes, I promise.” With a quick kiss, they bid each other good luck before Y/N jogged off to join Natasha.

“Come on pal, let’s go.” Bucky said form beside the Captain. Steve couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy though, watching his girl disappear out of sight. Shrugging it off, he nodded at Bucky before leading the way.

Y/N and Natasha snuck up to the first entrance where four Hydra agents were guarding the door. Y/N looked over at the redhead mouthing, “Element of surprise?”, gaining a nod in response. On three, Y/N launched forward and kicked one man to the ground, before ducking as another tried to shoot her.

Natasha was already slamming the shooter into a third Hydra agent, while Y/N knocked out the guy beneath her. Finishing off, she shot the fourth and last guy running at Natasha. The girls gave each other a pound before continuing further into the base.

“Y/N look!”

Y/N turned to face Natasha, her eyes following whatever the redhead was pointing at. A staircase, leading up to a glass covered room holding what seemed like computers.

“Just what we were searching for,” Y/N winked and ran towards the stairs, stopping when a pair of Hydra agents suddenly appeared at the top. Y/N was a quick and precise shooter when it came to guns, not arrows, that was Barton’s specialty.

Fast, she brought out her gun and shot both agents in their head before they got the chance to react. Natasha came up beside her, impressed, “Not bad, but save some for me, will you?”

“Then you gotta keep up,” Y/N teased. Natassha rolled her eyes and followed her friend up the stairs. As they reached the computer-room, the coast seemed to be clear, with no booby-traps in sight.

“Awesome. Go do your thing,” Y/N winked at Natasha who entered the room, before she spoke into the comms, “Mission report. We found the computer-room.”

“Good. Get those files and stay on guard,” Steve reported back, “We just found the hostages. Getting them out now.”

Natasha was skilled when it came to hacking, so downloading the files were like a baby’s work. It was when they thought they were safe to leave the base, things started to heat up.

“We got the files, heading out now!” Natasha spoke into the comms, following Y/N out of the room.

“Copy that.” The Captain sounded satisfied, “And the hostages are brought to safety. Everyone return to the jet.”

While Tony gave his own report into the comms, the ladies of the team faced a sudden surprise outside the computer-room. Out of nowhere, a gunshot sounded through the hall, followed by the sound of Natasha’s agonizing scream.

She had been hit.

Y/N was quick to react and shot the Hydra agent who had fired and felt a knot in her stomach as she watched her friend fall to the floor. “Nat, shit!” Y/N rushed over and fell to her knees, “Hold still.”

Natasha had been shot through the leg, thick blood flowing out of her wound. Y/N ripped a piece of clothing of her own suit and wrapped it around the redhead’s leg. Bringing a hand up to her comm, her shaking voice spoke up, “Nat’s been hit! We need backup asap!”

“What!?” The frantic voice of Bucky sounded through the comms, “Where are you? I’m coming!”

“We’re just outside the computer room. West part of the base. Please, hurry!” Y/N’s worried voice responded back, before she shifted her attention back to Natasha, “Hold on Nat. Bucky’s coming.”

Natasha was weak, the wound being dangerously deep. The redhead brought out her hand for Y/N to hold, which she instantly accepted. Y/N felt scared, she couldn’t carry Natasha out of there herself, nor would she leave her behind. The last thing she needed was more Hydra agents approaching them in such a vulnerable state.

As if the universe hated them, the voices of more Hydra agents could be heard from downstairs, “They’re up there! Let’s go!”

Shit.

“Guys, hurry! There’s more agents and I can’t deal with them alone with Nat like this!” Y/N yelled into the comms, readying her gun for anything. Right now, protecting Natasha was the only thing she cared about.

“On my way!” Tony said though the comms, his voice stern with a hint of concern.

Steve felt his heart twist and turn, the sickening feeling in his stomach not helping. If he knew his girl correctly, she would do anything in her power to protect Natasha. Even if it meant putting her own life at risk. “Don’t do anything stupid Y/N! We’re on our way!”

“Hold on baby, I’m on my way!” Was Bucky’s words trough the comms. Natasha let out a shaky breath at his voice, clearly getting a bit of relief from it.

As the first Hydra agent made his way up the stairs, Y/N shot him in the head, making him fall into the one coming up right behind him. Y/N got up on her feet and saw at least six more agents running up to get them, “What the fuck?”

“Y/N you need to-” Natasha spoke thought a cough, “Get your ass out of here.”

“Forget it. I’m not leaving you.” Y/N’s voice was stern, so was her stance. As more agents ran towards her, she shot them. One, two and-

Her gun was out of bullets.

In the moment of panic, she took a step back before throwing her gun at the floor. Reaching for her knife, she spoke through the comms again, “My gun’s out, and these bitches keep on coming. Hurry!”

“Fuck, we’re almost there doll!” Steve was panicking. He could run fast alright, but coming from the other side of the base was quite the long way, “Tony!”

“Almost there Cap!”

Taking advantage of Y/N’s moment of distraction, the next Hydra agent tackled her to the floor. She usually managed to take out a guy alone, but as another agent joined in to hold her down, she struggled.

Natasha noticed and couldn’t just lay and watch. The redhead gritted her teeth together and lifted herself slightly off the floor, pointing her gun at one of the agents. Trough her blurred vision, she shot him in the arm. The man screamed in pain and let go of Y/N.

Unfortunately, the Hydra agent realised Natasha was still a threat, even in such a state, and went forward to grab her instead. The man lifted Natasha by the collar and dragged her towards the stairs, pointing his gun at her, “This is what you get little bitch!”

His words grabbed Y/N attention, her eyes widening, “No!”

Everything from there happened so fast. One second she was pushing Natasha out of the way, and the next, she was falling down the stairs with a fresh bullet-wound to her side.

In the moment of tragedy, Iron Man came flying in, catching Y/N only seconds away from having her head slammed on the cold hard ground. Holding her with one hand, he blasted the last remaining agents dead, before finally landing. Tony gently put her down, his mask revealing the distressed features on his face, “My god-”

“Natasha!” The yell and sight of Bucky came in view. He spotted his fiancé at the top of the stairs, not hesitating to get to her side. Right behind came Steve and Sam, having no idea what would meet their eyes.

The exact moment Steve spotted Y/N lying beside Tony, he felt his stomach drop. The Captain rushed to her side, falling onto his knees as dust flew in the air, “Oh my god--”

As Tony put pressure on her wound, Steve brought his hand up to caress her cheek, “Oh my god Y/N, you-”

“M’sorry Stevie…”

“No, don’t you say that!” Steve was panicking, his eyes going up to meet Tony’s, “What do we do?!”

Composing himself, Tony got up from the ground, “She don’t have much time. We need to get her help, asap! I’ll get the jet ready, you bring her.”

Steve felt his breath quickening at Tony’s words. As he watched Iron Man fly off, Steve shifted his attention back to his girl. Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks as he spoke, “I’m sorry doll, but this is gonna hurt.” Steve, as gently as he could, lifted her up in his arms, shutting out her agonizing scream to concentrate.

“Hold on doll, I’m bringing you home,” Steve promised as he ran the fastest he ever had. He watched as his girl grew heavier in his arms, her eyelids trying to fall shut. “Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Fuck he was worried.

“I’m not losing you today doll, just keep your eyes open, please.” Steve begged as he noticed how quickly his girl faded.

“M’sleepy…” Y/N wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, not feeling much either. She was just happy her last moments would be in the hands of the man she loved.

“No, I can’t let you to that. You need to stay awake, sweetheart. Please.” Steve cried as Y/N’s eyes closed, knowing there was nothing else he could do but run. “No, no, no, Y/N! Stay with me, please!”

As Y/N went completely numb in his hands, the solider screamed out in frustration. The jet was right in front of him, and as soon as he got to lay her body down, he fell to his knees, silent sobs shaking his broad shoulders.

His hand reached into his pocket, fingers tightening around the blue velvet box. She couldn’t die on him, not like this. He still had an important question to ask her.

Tick.

Just like he had been doing for the last few days, Steve sat by her bedside, listening to the monitor telling him she was still alive.

Steve refused to leave her side. Sam had tried to at least make him take a shower after the mission, but he still wouldn't budge. Steve had to be present the exact moment Y/N woke up.

“Hey, pal,” Bucky entered the room, “How’s she doing?”

Steve let out a sigh, letting his eyes leave Y/N for just a moment to look at his friend, “You know… the same.”

“Hey, I could watch her for a while if you need some rest,” Bucky suggested, but the Captain only shoot his head, “You know she’s gonna be mad when she wake up and realises you didn’t take care of yourself.”

“So be it,” Steve stoke his thumb over the soft skin of her hand, “I just can’t leave her side. I thought she was gone Buck. You saw it! Her heart stopped, twice!” Fresh tears streamed down Steve’s face at the memory playing in his head.

The day on the injury, Y/N’s heart stopped twice if not more, and it scared the hell out of Steve. He had to see the world crumbling down before his eyes, only for the universe to prank him. It made him angry. Oh, how he hated Hydra, for almost taking away his future.

Bucky didn’t comment Steve’s words. It could easily have been Natasha in that situation, but Y/N had saved her without hesitation. He would be forever grateful – he just couldn’t bear the thought of his best friend losing the love of his life instead.

Luckily, Y/N was recovering.

“You look like shit…” A crocked voice came from the room. Steve’s head shot up in surprise, eyes landing on her beautiful ones looking back at him. Bucky smiled and rushed out of the room, going to get a doctor.

“Y/N? Oh my-” Steve gasped, rapid breaths escaping him, “Fuck, Y/N, I thought I lost you.” Steve reached forward and cupped her cheek, not even bothering to hold back the sobs that followed.

“M’sorry…” Y/N let out a shaky breath, still adjusting to the light and pain in her stomach, “And uh- how long was I out for?”

“Five days,” Steve responded, still in disbelief his girl was finally awake, “Thank god you’re okay, doll. I love you so damn much.”

Y/N was a little taken back by the number of days but shook it off as she watched Steve’s broken expression. She tapped at the empty spot beside her, guiding for Steve to lay down. He hesitated for a moment, scared of hurting her, but accepted when she looked at him with pleading eyes.

“How’s Natasha doing?” Y/N asked as she remembered the redhead.

“She’s okay,” Steve sounded a bit hesitant, “Thanks to you I’ve heard.”

“Steve… I’m sorry for being reckless, I just-”

Steve sighed and reassured her, “It’s okay, I’m just glad to have you back alive. We’ve been at this one before; I’d do the same for Bucky and so on.”

Y/N chuckled and rested her head against his shoulder, hearing his rapid heartbeat.

Letting out a shaky breath, Steve turned to face her properly, his eyes softening as he looked at her smile. He reached into his pocket to grab the blue velvet box he had so patiently waited to give her.

“Y/N, this is not how I imagined doing this, but-” Steve brought the box forwards. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight, her hand coming up to cover her gasping mouth, “Steve…”

Steve opened the box to reveal the beautiful ring, his eyes plastered on her the whole time. Her widening smile and teary eyes made his heart melt, “After almost loosing you, I can’t wait any longer. Please, will you do me the biggest honour of becoming my wife?”

“Oh my gosh! Yes!” Y/N cheered with the little energy she had and let Steve put the perfectly fit ring on her finger, “It’s beautiful Steve!”

Steve let out a soft chuckle, “I know this isn’t an ideal way to propose but-”

“It’s perfect!” Y/N assured him and reached forward to press a kiss on his lips. Though as she moved, a sudden pain overwhelmd her stomach, “Fuck!”

“Shit, are you okay?” Steve went straight into being protective, watching his fiancé shut her eyes in pain. As she didn’t respond, he grew worried, at least, until she started giggling. “Fuck that hurt.”

“You scared me doll,” Steve let out a sigh and reached forward to plant a kiss on top of her head, “You sure know how to pain an old man’s heart.”

Before Y/N got the chance to respond, a doctor came into the room, Bucky following suit, “Sorry for ruining the moment, but we need to check if everything is okay.”

“That’s fine, I know you’ll take care of my fiancé.” Steve kissed the top of her head and left the bed, going to stand beside Bucky.

The brunette punched Steve in the arm, “Now you can finally stop the obsessive ring gazing. I’m happy for you pal.”

“Thanks Buck.” Steve's eyes didn’t leave her figure as he stood there. He watched as she laughed with the doctor, a smile plastered on her face, even though she just woke up from a fay day long coma. She was such a ray of sunshine – she warmed his heart.

Oh, and to believe she would be his for ever.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romnoff #natasha romanoff x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #tony stark #sam wilson #captain america #chris evans #sebastian stan #chris evans x reader #steve rogers imagine #chris evans imagine #captain america imagine #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #chris evans angst

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a-simple-imagine · 6 months

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Bigender asian with pronoun fuckery

synopsis: you're a rising star at godu. just cracked the top ten but a budding relationship with jordan li may bring everything crumbling down

pairing: jordan li x fem!reader

words: 5.2k+

a/n - not sure how i feel about this but i am putting it out there. if this gets enough attention, I can work on another part that goes a little deeper?? I use all pronouns for Jordan but mainly they/them

WARNINGS - swearing and drug use

a groggy groan slips past your lips as you bury your face further into the gentle embrace of the pillow. it is early. too early. you have no clue what time it actually is but whatever the case may be, you weren't ready for the day to start just yet. it takes a moment to realise you're alone in this bed. you hadn't been when you fell asleep. it doesn't bother you too much though. they're probably just getting ready. that is until you hear a curse word muttered quietly; perhaps an attempt to not disturb you or maybe they just wanted to hide their frustration. "what are you doing?" your words half muttered into the pillow.

"rankings are out." that was it? rankings? you sometimes forget how competitive they can be. it's not like you're not interested. you've wanted that top spot since freshman year. alas, golden boy holds that spot and you'd never be a pretty blonde white boy if you tried. this semester you've been working extra hard. Everyone knows you're in the best chance of scoring a city contract if you can break the top ten but the seven? they want the best of the best. sure it's not impossible to be lower and also become part of the team, the deep managed it, but that was an anomaly. most supes just end up as walking advertisements for vought. and as much as you may enjoy the occasional acting class. you weren't here to end up on some CW show or a Netflix special. you were gonna make it into the seven. you were gonna prove to everyone that you are one of the best.

"who cares," you mumble, rolling onto your back and spreading your arms out wide.

"oh, so you don't care that you're now second."

"come back to bed." you urge. a silence seals the room until your brain catches up to what it just heard. did they say second? as in second place? as in one spot away from first? you didn't mishear that. sitting up, you eventually spy a feminine presenting Jordan sitting at her desk, illuminated by the blue glow of their tablet. their short bob falls to one side. a perfect backdrop for such a pretty face "Are you fucking with me?" they don't bother responding just shove the tablet out in your direction. grabbing it you see your school ID photo with a massive '#2' next to it. you blink a few times. scroll down a little. refresh the page. but again it's still there. it was real. "fuck"

"My thoughts exactly," Jordan reacts. you glimpse at them wondering what that comment means. it could merely be a jest or a reflection of their current mood. you take a moment to look at the rest of the list in search of their name. they were no longer top three. you found them sitting nicely at number five. double fuck. you had taken their spot. they're still top ten which most would be happy with but not Jordan. tossing the tablet aside, you drop back against the bed. letting your eyes fall closed. "we have class in like an hour."

"I don't need to go to class. I'm number two now," you press.

"not how that works," A dramatic groan falls past your lips, pulling the covers up over your head. bed sounded better than a morning lecture. you wish they would just join you or leave you be. "get out of my bed." Jordan huffs after a moment. "we're gonna be late." you don't move. you frankly don't care. "if you don't hurry up, no breakfast."

"fucks sake." you whine, emerging from beneath the darkness of the duvet. "fine. I'll let you buy me Jitterbean."

"thought so," they offer you a tight smile. you could never say no to a free treat before class. "chop-chop."

Drink in one hand, pastry in the other, you're feeling brighter as you stroll into class. Jordan trails behind you. they'd been usually quiet on the walk over. you put it down to all the attention you were attracting today. couldn't even walk across campus without people asking for pictures or saying hi. you weren't sure you liked it just yet but for right now it was fine. when you spot cate you offer a scrunched up smile which she quickly returns. you and cate had been friends since day one. something just clicked. "there she is," cate starts as you approach your usual spot in class. "the girl of the hour. you're literally all anyone can talk about."

"aren't i always," you tease.

"we're going out tonight"

"are you asking-" you begin as Dean Shetty strides into the room. guess brink was out today. "or telling me?"

"telling," cate's smile quirks up before she turns to focus on the class. guess that was the end of that conversation.

you linger by your desk as everyone else filters out of the room after class. Dean Shetty requested a word. you can't imagine what it's about. surely she isn't that bothered by your attempts at chatting through her lecture. you offer up an awkward little smile as you push off the desk you were leaning against; slowly making you way across the room. "so what have I done wrong?"

"you mean other than talking through the entire class," you internally cringe a little. maybe she was bothered by all the whispering. she watches you for a moment before continuing. "it is nothing like that. don't worry."

"then why am I here?"

"I just thought we should have a little chat." your brow furrows. what did you and the dean of an entire university have to discuss? was this about your ranking? was she about to tell you there had been a mistake? "I believe congratulations are in order- such an extensive jump in ranking, you must be proud."

this felt like a conversation that could have been an email. "sure. thanks." you shrug. you're not really sure what to say. of course, you're proud. you were the second highest ranked student in a school of exceptional kids. "is that all?"

"no," her head shakes a little. I wanted to make sure you understand the gravity of the position you're in." when you don't respond she decides to just continue. "being a superhero is about more than just your abilities. it's also about how you present yourself. people care about you. they wanna know what you're doing. who you're hanging out with. One minute you're taking a picture with a nice girl you met at a party the next you're fighting nazi allegations for hanging out with a white supremacist. do you get what I'm saying?"

you shrug. "don't hang out with nazis, got it."

"I'm saying you need to look at yourself more like a brand. Be careful about what you say and who you spend your time with. you're the sum of the people around you."

"I know. I took branding." everyone knew how this worked. being a good person only took you so far and if homelander was anything to go off, that doesn't even matter that much. it's all about how you market yourself. it's about how many followers you have. how much attention you can get. inevitably, how much money can you make for Vought? Dean Shetty smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"you do want to be number one, correct?" you nod a little. "I want to help you get to the top but only if you wanna help yourself."

"what about Luke?"

"he is far from my concern right now." what did that even mean? "so?"

you hesitate. you did want this but you weren't entirely sure what you were agreeing to here. If Dean Shetty can help you secure first place though, maybe it was worth the risk. she was an expert here. should you even bother questioning why the sudden interest in you? "I want this."

"Good," her smile seemed more genuine now. "I know you can go far, just keep in mind what I said."

"I will," you start edging towards the stuff you left on your desk. "thanks."

"also try listening during lectures. I'm sure you and Miss Dunlap can talk some other time."

"Sorry." with that you practically run out of the classroom before she can continue talking.

it's a particularly chilly night smushed in the back seat of an old car. bright lights zoom past the window and music blasts through the speakers. you're not really paying attention to the noise around you. it's a mess of meaningless conversation. Dean Shetty's words play over in your head. She certainly would not approve of this little venture out into the night past curfew; what she didn't know couldn't hurt her. Jordan eventually pulls your attention; in his hand, he holds two small red pills. you don't really question it before popping one into your mouth. a second for later. tonight was gonna be fun or if nothing else you can abuse enough substances to pretend. the secret location is just a massive warehouse. on the outside, you'd think it any old thing. inside you find massive tanks of rainbow fish, long sweeping curtains, jester-themed masquerade masks and other eccentric decor. it is the most random selection and yet it works so well. creates the perfect balance of sexy and mysterious but inviting. you find yourself in a booth with your friends all around. "so how's being number two going for ya?" Andre asks. "feeling the pressure yet?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "people are weird."

"what do you mean?" Luke questions.

"Dean Shetty said some things to me after class."

"-I come bearing gifts." Jordan appears, now in their feminine form with a couple of drinks followed by Marie. "courtesy of the young gentleman at the bar."

"What did Dean Shetty say?"

"it doesn't matter." you shrug it off. "two will never be one right."

"has it not hit yet?" Jordan wonders.

"i know what it's like to suddenly have all this pressure on you but try not to think about it much," Luke reassures you. "just keep doing what you're doing. you've got this."

"my guy. you're supposed to be happy here," Andre leans forward slapping his hand against your leg. "we're out here celebrating you, dude. cheer up."

"I'm plenty happy," you grumble sinking further into your seat. you appreciate their attempt to cheer you up but it's honestly not needed. you're happy to be in second place even with all the newly founded pressure; just a little confused about what was expected of you. "ecstatic even. let's talk about something else."

your head feels fuzzy. nothing feels real anymore. but it's good. great even. you feel so fucking good. like you've rid yourself of every lingering thought that wrapped itself around your body. you're light. you're free. the shimmering blue of the giant fish tanks is so mesmerising; you almost want to climb in but instead, you watch. colours morphing and shifting before your eyes. back and forth. back and forth. you jump a little as something touches your shoulder. "here you are." their words seem distant; muffled even. "you good?" you nod a little continuing to stare at the fish. two hands slip around your waist and connect in front. you feel their body press into yours from behind. you know it's Jordan. you know they're masc. You know them well. their smokey cologne. the way their body feels around you. the subtle differences between both forms. taller. bigger. firm. you let out a content hum. it's a rarity for such open affection. "what are you doing?" whispered in your ear.

"Just watching the fish,"

"why?"

"do you ever wonder what it would be like to be a fish?" you wonder softly. "to just swim around all day without a care in the world… no complex family systems. no pressure to be the best. just… swimming and pretty colours." their chuckle is temperate. affectionate. it almost seems like they somehow get closer.

"you're fucked, huh?"

"I'm good. I'm great," you respond. they just chuckle again, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. your relationship with Jordan was hardly one of romance. you have slept together. a few times actually. and some kind of feelings are there; at least for you there are but you're not dating. you're just… having fun. maybe you want more. who knows? you don't. would they even want more? probably not. you'd like it. maybe. doesn't matter. they make you feel warm. safe even. and that's all that really matters.

"shall we get you a drink?" you nod a little. "yeah?"

"yeah," you repeat nodding more eagerly. a dopey smile settling on your lips as you let your head fall back; nuzzling against him. "something fruity, please."

"let's get you something fruity," arms vacate your waist replaced with a hand in yours.

"bye fishies," you throw a wave back. "say bye Jordan."

"Absolutely not." they interlock your fingers before leading the way back into the turbulent crowd of the club.

"you're no fun." you groan playfully. weaving through the mass of people back towards the bar, you come across cate. as you approach, Jordan let's go.

"you found her then," shouted over the heavy bass and mess of voices.

"she was alone staring at the fish tanks," they respond.

"the fish were really pretty," you contribute with a bright smile.

"you gotta stop running off, silly."

"but the fishies-"

"I know they're pretty but still," cate continues. "do you wanna come dance?"

"hmmm… yes." you respond brightly. "jordan's gonna get me a drink. jordan get cate one too."

"yeah Jordan, get cate one too." cate repeats playfully. her hand slides into yours and she pulls you towards the dance floor. it's a lot of blurred colours as you sway and move alongside the blonde. she wears a playful smile and smells so good. really sweet. like freshly baked cookies. "are you good?"

"mhmm,"

"you sure?" it's so loud out here. there are so many people around you. it's hard to pick up what is being said.

"I am so good, cate," you respond loudly. "I mean definitely fucked but yeah. are you good?"

"yeah," she nods. "I'm-" the rest of her sentence is impossible to comprehend.

"what?"

cate places her hands on your shoulders bringing you to a stop as she leans in extra close. "i said i'm proud of you."

"you're starting to sound like my mom," you joke. she playfully hits your arm. "but thank you."

"i think you could actually take luke's spot."

"i definitely can." you declare proudly. "dean shetty offered to help."

"really?" cate seems shocked by the idea. "why?"

you shrug. "i'm gonna be in the seven one day." you yell loudly. nobody cares. everyone is being loud. it'd drowned out by everything else. cate stares at you for a moment before letting her smile return.

"fuck yeah, you are," cate shouts. your smile brightens. fuck yeah, you are.

your head pounds with the weight of your bad decisions. maybe you went a little too hard. Nausea settles deep in the pit of your stomach. you think you're gonna throw up. you don't. you breathe deeply through it. a long groan forces its way past your lips as you roll onto your back; stretching out your limbs as far as they go to very little relief. A pain radiates from your left leg. god only knows why. you're just a little achy. how did you even get here? the last thing you remember is dancing with Cate; having fun.

"she's alive," the voice catches you off guard. it sounds like… wait. your eyes finally focus on the person in the room who definitely wasn't your roommate. that black hair. that pretty face. the effortless expression of too cool to be here. jordan li is still in the exact same outfit as last night. why were they here? "how's our newest celebrity?"

there were many ways you could answer but your brain could only come up with. "shitty."

"I bet," they approach the end of your bed, holding out a glass of water. "here."

you slowly push yourself up into a seated position. trying desperately to ignore the intense pressure building in your head. "why are you here?" you ask, accepting the glass and taking a long, big gulp.

"Jordan stayed all night," your roommate, Beth, interjects. By her tone, she was not happy with your newfound company. "would have been nice to know."

"I'm allowed to have people in our room, Beth." you hand the glass back to Jordan before falling back down against the bed. rubbing your eyes with your thumb and forefinger. "I wanna die."

"tell me next time." Beth continues to argue. "instead I wake up to a stranger in our room."

you groan loudly. this was too much talking for your poor delicate head to handle right now. "I'm right here, guys," Jordan insists. "I literally spoke to you last night."

"I'm making a point." your roommate argues. "I'd like a heads up."

"gooooood! okay- sorry," you groan. you really don't care this much

"Okay, well, I gotta go," Jordan hums. "wasn't supposed to stay this long just wanted to make sure you're cool."

"I'm fine. go," you wave a dismissive hand as your eyes flutter close. "thanks for getting me home."

"any time," their weight leaves the bed and you roll onto your side to face the wall. pulling the duvet closer around your body. "I'll text you- bye Beth."

"bye Jordan." you hear the door click and an uncomfortable silence fills the room. it's preferable to the loud conversation that just happened. it's a relief to your head. you just want to go back to sleep. "they must really like you."

urgh. you don't want to talk anymore. "yeah, jordans cool."

"no, I mean, they like you," Beth continues on. you bury yourself further into your cocoon of pillows and duvet. "stayed the whole night just to keep an eye on you. I said it was fine- you'd be fine but they insisted."

Jordan insisted? just how fucked up were you that Jordan li of all people would stay the night just to make sure you were okay? you guys were good friends but most of the time they were either bullying you or treating you like a child which is like a subset of bullying you. you remember them wrapping their arms around you as you watched the fish last night. you've seen Jordan's softer side obviously but yeah. "we're just friends, dude."

"All I know is that Jordan li, as far as I've seen and heard, would not do that for just anyone. they're into you."

"sure. fine. whatever." you growl. you just wanted this conversation to end. Jordan was cool but if you think about this for too long your head is gonna explode. right now, sleep was what you needed. "Jordan Li is in love with me. I'm going back to sleep." it's hard not to think about what Beth suggested. that Jordan was into you as more than just a friend and occasionally fuck buddy. is that something you should talk about? What if Beth was wrong and you bring it up and it makes things super weird? you can't handle that. you have like a million classes together, you would never be able to escape them.

it was a bright sunny day in the quad of Godolkin University. you sit in the courtyard. a laptop, criminology textbooks and a water bottle spread across the table. you have an essay due in a few days. you had sat down to work on this essay multiple times with a beautiful blank document and many hours on TikTok to show for it. "hey," your TikTok time is interrupted by none other than Jordan Li. you had not seen them since that night or morning. you hadn't really spoken either. you weren't avoiding them by any means. you were just busy and they hadn't seemed too eager to talk so. "hey," they say after a moment. "how's the essay going?"

"so great," you flash a smile. "I've written so much."

"that good, huh," they joke awkwardly taking a sip of their coffee. you just hum in response. you need to get this done. no time to add Jordan to the list of distractions. after a few moments of silence, they speak up again. "I was hoping we could talk

"Can this wait? I really need to get this done."

"I guess…" Jordan trailed off. you look at him for a moment. he seems disheartened by your request.

"what's up?"

"it… doesn't matter. don't worry." a small smile settles on their lips. "I should go."

"you sure?"

Jordan pushes up from their seat. "I'll see you later."

that was weird. definitely something you need to come back to later when you're not working on a deadline. for now, you had an essay to, at the very least, start.

"Have you spoken to Jordan recently?" you ask Cate as you slide into a booth at the on-campus Vought - a - burger. the smell of deep-fried food hangs heavy in the air and you know damn well this table is probably gonna be sticky as hell. "I feel like they're ignoring me."

"What makes you think that?"

"the fact that they're quite literally ignoring me. I've text them a couple times and nothing. even in class, they can hardly look at me." you reach into the bag to pull out the food; placing it on napkins in front of you. cate hands you your drink in exchange for her order. "I feel bad. they tried to talk to me the other day but I wanted to get my essay done."

"they've seemed fine to me but I've been working on a project for my hero management class." Cate shrugs. "is this about what happened the other night?"

"what happened the other night?" you questioned, popping a fry into your mouth. it actually tasted fresh and salty; guess you came at the correct time. you hate it when they're all soggy.

"I don't know if it's my place to say- you were pretty high."

"did I do something… bad?" you didn't remember that night but you never imagined you would ever do something inappropriate.

"no. not bad." you can tell she regrets bringing this up; whatever this is. torn between wanting to help and not overstepping boundaries. She is about to continue when two girls approach the table. freshmen you presume. you've never seen them before.

"Can we get a selfie?" the taller of the two requests. you frown a little.

"we're actually trying to have a private con-"

"it'll just take a minute," they turn around and hold the camera out, snapping a picture before you have a chance to react. "thanks." they scurry off almost immediately. you'll probably find yourself tagged in a picture on Instagram later. it had been happening a lot recently; so much so that you had to turn notifications off.

"the fuck?" you share a confused look with Cate. "people are so rude."

"they're just excited. you're basically a celebrity to them," Cate chuckles.

"do you think Jordan hates me now?" you wonder bringing the conversation back to Li.

"it's probably just because of the rankings."

"you mean because I took their spot?"

"Jordan has always been pretty intense when it came to rankings. they've wanted that top spot for as long as I've known them." Cate explains, hiding her mouth as she shoves more food into her mouth. "must suck that you just jumped to two and have the dean in your corner no less." you never really considered how Jordan must be handling all this. you knew they'd be a little upset but this seemed extreme.

"I never really thought about that," you sigh softly. "should I apologise?"

"I don't know," Cate resumes, biting the head off some fries. "if you think it'd help."

"I don't know why they didn't just tell me that when we first found out," you frown a little. "they were a little distant but they seemed cool when we went out."

"maybe you should just try talking to them," Cate suggests, picking up her drink. She takes a swift sip before continuing. "if it's about rankings or the other night- I don't know. only Jordan does."

"what happened the other night?" you ask again.

"ask Jordan."

"I'm asking you, Cate."

"you were just a lot and said some things."

"Cate!" you huff, falling back. you know Cate well. you know when she's avoiding something. "I know you're being cryptic so I give up on it."

"it's just not my place. it's between you and Jordan. I don't wanna get in the middle." Cate presses sharply. "did you get your essay done?"

"no," you shake your head. "I ended up getting an extension- how am I supposed to speak to them when they're ignoring me?"

"i don't know- can we please talk about something else?" Cate pleads.

"Sure," you hum softly. taking another fry you dip it into some sauce. "let's talk about how I'm about to fail criminology."

you text Jordan that you're coming over. It wasn't a question but a statement. no option to refuse. you needed to sort this out and being direct was the best approach. did every inch of your body buzz with anxiety as you made your way towards their dorm room? yes. but it beat constantly thinking about every little interaction you had with Jordan in the past week trying to figure out exactly what you had done wrong. the only blank spot was that night and Cate had unintentionally convinced you that you had done something absolutely awful. maybe you told them you hate them or invalidated their identity in some way? fuck. you swallow hard staring at their closed door. you shake out the nerves before knocking. knock. knock. knock. and the door swings open to reveal Jordan. "hey," they hum before retreating into the safety of their dorm. shutting the door behind you, you step inside the all too familiar space; you had been here a great many times and yet today there was a weird vibe. it felt foreign. cold even. "so what did you wanna talk about?" for a split second you almost forgot why you were here. you turn to Jordan who is sitting on the couch, a laptop thrown off to the side now. your eyes fall to the homelander Vought-a-burger toy that has somehow become a staple of this room. leader of the seven. currently facing major allegations. "you good?"

"Are you mad at me?" you blurt out. "is it about the rankings? I know they mean a lot to you and I basically took your spot so I get it if you're mad. it's a little unfair because I've always wanted this too but like I get it." your rambling but you can't help yourself. you need to get this all out as quickly as possible before your brain catches on and you chicken out. "And I'm sorry about the other day, I just really needed to get my essay done. I ended up getting an extension because I was so stressed out about it, I just couldn't start." you can't bring yourself to look at them. "or if I did something shitty on that night out. I'm sorry. it was fucked-"

"whoa dude, chill out," Jordan ultimately interrupts. "you're talking a lot." you dare a glance at them. their face is pretty neutral so you have no clue what was going on in their head. "what are you even asking?"

"why are you avoiding me?" you ask. "I've clearly done something wrong."

a heavy sigh leaves their lips as they fall back against the plush fabric. "I'll admit I was a little annoyed with the rankings at first but I'm working on it. this is like a really big deal for you."

"so you're not mad at me?" you sound so pathetic. an even bigger sigh leaves their lips. you're not sure what that means but nobody sighs that heavily for good reason. they push to their feet, crossing the room towards you.

"I'm not mad at you," they say softly as they approach. for a second they hold your gaze as they linger close but then they flicker away. "I'm just… confused."

"About what?" they take a step closer. so close. too close. their hot breath pricks at your skin but you don't dare move away. you almost feel drawn to them.

"Is this okay?" they say quietly.

"Are you only doing this so we'll stop talking about it?" their head shakes just a little.

"no," their hand graces over your neck and up to the bottom of your jaw. Their thumb gently brushes your skin, sending a chill down your spine. there would always be something about Jordan Li that made you melt inside. when they're here and so close, you almost forget all your worries. the way they look at you. like you're the only person in the world. a feather-like embrace is enough to send you spinning. "I don't think I can just be your friend anymore," whispered against your lips. "I… like you too." they pull back.

"Jordan,"

"I need you to say it- I need you to say it sober so I don't feel like a fucking idiot," say it sober? when did you say it in the first place? maybe this was what Cate was talking about. the thing you couldn't remember. you admitted to having feelings for Jordan. fuck.

"I…" you trail off, the words are caught in your throat. this is gonna change everything?

"It's cool," they declare loudly, letting their hand fall as they away. "I get it."

"no Jordan-"

"no it's fine. you were fucked. it didn't mean anything- I shouldn't have said anything."

"Jordan," you say louder, reaching out for their hand. a deep regret fills your stomach. you liked Jordan. they meant a lot to you and you were throwing it all away because you were scared; terrified even. if this doesn't work out then you ruin everything. there's no coming back from this.

"don't," they yank their hand away. "please don't. I don't want your pity."

"It's not pity."

"I don't get you." they huff. "you're all over me and then you want nothing to do with me. you tell everyone you like me but then… nothing? it's… confusing-"

"Jordan just- stop please," you say loudly. "I… like you, okay?"

"don't say things you don't mean."

"I mean it," you say a tad more confidently. "I like you." you try to reach for them again. they let you take their hand. " i don't know what it means exactly but I do… like you… too." you squeeze their hand slightly. it's warm and fits so perfectly in yours. they turn back to you with a smile. a small genuine smile that fills you with butterflies. they really did mean so much to you.

"so… now what?" they ask.

"I don't know." you pursed your lips, shrugging your shoulders. "but I do have to go."

"Seriously?"

"I have a meeting with Dean Shetty." you express. "I'm sorry. She wants me at some dinner so."

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sstvrnioloo · 1 month

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"i'll beat her bitch ass." - c.s

femvolleyballplayer!y/n x chris

warnings: cursing, crying, intentional lowercase, no grammar used (intentional), past injury, use of y/n (sorry?)

summary: it’s the semi-finals of the biggest volleyball tournament of the year and y/n feeling great at first but 2 people who were supposed to be there didn’t show upーthen after her game she gets the worst news of her life. will it affect her gameplay for the tournament?

this is set in some random ass au that i can’t really explain😭😭

p.s sorry to people named amelia, no hate to y’all !💗

don’t like don’t read !!

find some other shit to do.

not proofread (a bitch don’t got no time for that shit)

this is my work and i do not approve of plagiarism in any way. i also do not approve of reposting my work onto other apps or anything of the idea. SSTVRNIOLOO 2024.

a/n: HEYY so this is your surprise fic ive been working onnnn ~ this could be a series but idk yet 🤷🏾‍♀️ also my laptop stopped working so i don’t have the option of typing anymore, so it’ll be on my phone or ipad. (mostly ipad though) 💔

wc: 1.1k

happy reading loviess !

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waking up feeling great, but then remembering about my volleyball game in the semi-finals, i felt nervous. i hop out my bed and start walking to my bathroom.

heading over to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face and do my daily skincare.

i grab my jersey from a hanger in my closet, closing the closet door after equipping the clothing item i needed.

bringing the jersey to my head, pulling it over my head, and the jesey laying tight on my torso. the red and blue complemented each other well and suited my natural complexion.

seizing my knee pads, arm sleeves, and leg brace and shoving them into my sports bag. i anxiously fumble with the zipper; failing many times to zip it up but succeeding after attempt six.

going down my steps, i pull out my phone and go to me and chris' texts.

y/n

hey baby are you almost here?

read: 2:03pm

chris💗

yeah ill be there in 5

read: 2:04pm

y/n

alright see you soon baby💕

read: 2:05pm

i shove my phone back into my sports bag and wait for my boyfriend to pick me up.

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i look around in the crowd; searching for the two people who said they’d be here and wouldn’t miss it for the worldーmy parents who are fucking liars.

it was the semi-finals of the biggest college volleyball tournament of the year and i was excited.

until i saw two empty chairs waiting to filled by no one. but i saw my friends and my biggest supporterーmy boyfriend of two years: chris. he was there for every game, there to pick me up from practice; whatever i needed. i loved him more than anything.

the stadium was fullーspecifically 23,000 people. it was sold out and i see a sea of people wearing our school colors: red and blue.

everybody was here: from alumni, parents, and students. i was a tiny bit nervous because i’d never seen so many people come to watch our school play.

but after all, it was the semi-finals.

i scanned and searched the crowd and found the triplets, and my friends: lauren and angelina.

i met up with my teammates at the bench and we went over our game plan. i look over at the opposing team and see my biggest rival.

amelia. the little fucking bitch that plays foul. the snarkiest grin decorating her stupid face.

last season she almost permanently injured me over one pre-season gameーi was hospitalized for 3 fucking months and she just laughed about it and acted like she didnt know what i was talking about. that bitch could have injured me so badly that i coulda been kept in the hospital longer, or permently.

i scanned the front row and once i found him, chris doing our secret messageーblowing a kissーwhich means “you got this, i love you, and kill their asses”.

doing our team chant and reviewing our lineup. my position was spiker; specifically outside hitter. so that means i was main hitter: who got most of the sets.

meghan; my setterーwho was also one of my best friends, did our secret handshake and communicated with hand gestures that the opposing team doesn't know: which in turn gives us the opportunity to fix a plan during the game.

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everyone was set in their correct position and the sea of people went silent. it was so silent you could hear a pin drop. the first whistle blew and i locked in.

it’s you, the ball, and your teammates. nothing else matters right now.

the first serve of game and its already a long rally.

the perfect set comes from meghanーdirectly to me,

i spike the volleyball and the only sound heard in whole the stadium was the loud smack of my palm hitting the ball straight down to the floor on the opponent's side.

it went to amelia and she dove for it but missed.

i let out a little giggle as her face twisted into an furious one. i loved pissing her offーand each time i do, its payback for her injuring me.

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whilst jumping to block a deep incoming set dump, lorelai; one of our team's middle blockers, landed wrong on her ankle and broke it.

she was such a good blocker and which now she had to exit the game due to her ankle, left me in a state of disappointment.

another one of our other middle blockers, yasmine, traded spots for lorelai. she wasnt as good but still played well and got the job done.

i look over at the crowd and see the triplets and my two friends holding a banner that spelled out "let's go y/n". i cheesed at the bannerーbut still with a stupidly wide grin on my face.

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it was down to the final minute of the game and the crowd was on their feet.

i was serving. and hell, i was scared i was gonna mess it all up. my jump-serve was excellent, but i was in shambles when it came to the final seconds of a game; even if i wasnt playing.

throwing the ball into the air as the sea of people that gaped at my every move. running after it and jumping in the air and cocking my arm backーswinging it at the ball, hitting it far left to a weaker player on the opposing team.

scoring an ace,

"all ace !!"

my team cheered. they lost. fuck you amelia.

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amelia scoffed, flipping me off and walking over, slapping me over apparently "cheating". also telling me that chris didnt love me and i was just a good fuck.

and that's where i dont play.

shits about to go down.

"i'll beat her bitch-ass."

extra: guys i felt so much relief releasing your surpise fic <33

also dont play wit y/nnnnnnnn she gon beat amelia's ass

now if i wake up to an activity page of who-knows-how-many thingies its better than christmas morning ~ i have a angsty chris fic sitting in my drafts and im trying to start it but ive no motivation to start writing, and i just realized anna: (@worldlxvlys), riyah (@hoesformatt), and grace (@lacysturniolo) follow me. tysm for reading !! sorry im a giant yapper

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solaireverie · 9 months

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dr3 | deep blue but you painted me golden

part one — i polish up real nice

[ series masterlist ] part 2 | part 3 | part 4

pairings: daniel ricciardo x f!leclerc!rbr driver!reader, lestappen

summary: [ social media au ] y/n joins red bull and stirs shit up! ft. lestappen's oblivious flirting and danny's impeccable pr training

warnings: language

faceclaim: barbara palvin + random faceless checo pics

author’s note: i first came up with the last post of this series (stay tuned!) and it kind of snowballed into whatever this is 😂 i played fast and loose with the timeline. suspend your disbelief. anyways, enjoy!

Daniel Ricciardo Talks About Red Bull and What Comes Next — The Late Show with Stephen Colbert

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yourusername looking forward to racing with an undying commitment to winning 👊 thank you so much @.redbullracing for the opportunity to join the fastest team in the paddock

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charles_leclerc super fier de toi 💙 mais ferrari est toujours la meilleure [ super proud of you but ferrari is still the best ]

↪ yourusername si ça te chante 🙄 🥰 [ whatever floats your boat ]

user not the caption 😭😭

↪ user she definitely saw the interview 😭😭

↪ user christian did say that rbr thought it was "right" to bring daniel back to the team 👀 which team and in which capacity though... 🤔

↪ user praying y/n isn't the next victim of the red bull second seat curse 🔮🧘🙏🕯

user y/n didn't hesitate at ALL with the speed comment huh 💀

↪ user i mean she's not wrong, red bull are currently the fastest and if they keep their momentum they'll completely dominate this season

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redbullracing Pre-Season Testing sees us go fastest as Max and Y/n record fantastic numbers 💪

user holy shit we all know that y/n is a rookie but can we just appreciate her pace during testing??? that's insane for anyone, let alone a driver who's still getting used to the car

↪ user i've been saying it for months y/n could 100% be the next big thing for f1

↪ user can't wait to watch an actual race 🤩

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user hear me out, rbr 1-2 in bahrain 👀

↪ redbullracing what dreams are made of! 🙌

user y/n proving all the haters wrong we love to see it!

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↪ user danny would still do better though 😤

↪ user well he's not the one in the cockpit so wouldn't it make more sense to just support y/n as well?

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yourusername never in my wildest dreams did i think this day would come. getting my first podium in my first formula 1 race is absolutely insane to think about. i don't have words to describe the joy i feel.

thank you to @.redbullracing for giving me this chance, thank you to the fans for cheering me on, and most importantly, thank you to my family for supporting me in chasing my dreams ❤️

i promise i'll keep making you proud. p2, baby!

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charles_leclerc that's my baby sister 😍

↪ yourusername we were born a year and a half apart.

↪ charles_leclerc yeah well max and i are only 16 days apart and he still calls me a baby

↪ yourusername i— you know what, you're hopeless 💀

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danielricciardo 👏👏👏

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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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“Cursed By Blue”

Recom Y/N x Recom Lyle x Recom Quaritch x Recom Mansk

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Summary: The recom team is out on another mission, exploring the woods in search of Sully. However, the ladies become inconvenienced by a certain seasonal feeling they didn’t expect. It hits Y/n the hardest and it’s not long before the others understand what’s happening. While everyone fights their instincts, the only option Y/N sees available is to run.

WARNING: SMUT, non-con, forced smut (to a certain extent), predator/prey, heat fucking, heat cycles, penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink, quickie, hurt/comfort

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We were nearing the weekend. Not that that affected us. Lyle told me it was Friday today and I was surprised because I had completely lost track of time. But it didn’t really matter what day it was because we didn’t get time off anyway. Finding Jake was our number one priority and no breaks other than sleep were allowed.

So here we were again, walking deeper into the forest of Pandora. It had just passed lunch time and we were here since early morning.

No one was tired though, not yet. We weren’t allowed to be either.

Today also happened to be warmer than usual so I wasn't wearing my usual long-sleeved attire and pants. I dressed like Walker usually did, in a sports bra and shorts. She and Z-Dog decided to wear tank tops like most of the others.

The forest grew quieter the more we distanced ourselves from the RDA base and the city. Soon, we could only hear the wind blowing between the leaves and the distant calls of animals. That and our heavy footsteps.

The Colonel and Lyle started the day off by leading us into the woods. As the hours passed by, the line mixed since everyone had a different walking pace and now it was Z-Dog and me leading at the front. Walker was close behind.

I had been excessively drinking for the last 30-45 minutes and I wasn’t sure why. Z-Dog glanced over at me when she saw me reach for another water bottle.

“That’s your third one already. Are you okay”? She asks, watching me gulp it down. I swallow most of the water and inhale sharply, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“I don’t know.” I say, gasping for air. “Maybe I’m dehydrated?”

“Don’t think so, we always drink the same amount and I’m fine.” Z-Dog says. We continue walking for a while longer in silence, thinking. Then Z reaches for her water and starts drinking it like she’s been running.

I laugh a little but seeing her drink made me feel thirsty again.

I reach for my water only to notice I have a few drops left. I down the remaining liquid and hold the bottle to my head. It seemed to be getting really warm.

Turning around, I open my mouth and want to say something to Walker only to see her finishing her own bottle of water. I look behind me fully and no one else is drinking.

“What. The. Fuck.” I say, feeling genuinely confused. Walker looks up at me with water drizzling down her chin and Z turns around.

I wheeze and Z laughs and we wait for Walker to catch up so we can walk together.

“Do you have any water left?” I ask her, knowing we at the front drank ours.

“No, that was my last bottle.” she says and I notice how heavy my breathing is becoming.

“Wait, you ran out too?” she asks and Z-Dog scoffs.

“Yeah, been drinkin’ like we ran a marathon.” she says and I nod.

“I’ll ask the others.” I say before turning around and seeing Mansk behind me.

“Can I have some of your water?” I ask, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. Compared to us, Mansk is not sweating at all. He’s wearing his usual long-sleeved jacket over his tank top.

The man glances up at me and his eyebrows furrow for a split second before he nods and hands one of his bottles over.

“You ran out already?” he asks while I open it and drink about half.

I wipe my mouth again, closing my eyes for a second and nodding. “Yeah.” I breathe out. “Thanks.” I say, handing it back to him.

“Y’ alright?” he asks again taking the bottle back and I nod, not thinking much of it. Mansk doesn’t seem convinced.

Ja overheard our conversation and sped up his walk to catch up to us. When Mansk noticed his presence he seemed a little relieved.

“Is she okay?” he asks his colleague. Ja was the medic of the group so he would know. He took a glance at me and also thought of what I suggested.

“Did you drink enough?” he asks me and I nod.

“Yeah, I drank all my water and some of Mansk’s.” I scoff, wiping sweat from my forehead again.

Ja presses the back of his hand against my cheek and then my forehead.

“Shit, you’re burning up.” he said, scanning over me.

I was feeling extremely warm. My skin felt like it was burning and my clothes suddenly felt tight and restrictive.

In front of us, Z-Dog and Walker are discussing something.

Ja felt up my arm and checked my pulse while we were walking and Mansk stayed on my other side in case I was in fact not okay.

“Yeah, somethin’s definitely not right.” Ja announces to us, not quite sure how to help me. Mansk has his eyebrows furrowed, examining my behaviour.

“They have it too.” I say, pointing at Z-Dog and Walker who now turn around. Walker is grimacing a little and Z looks worried.

Mansk’s and Ja’s heads look up at them and they notice that they are breathing heavily and sweating just like me. Ja also takes note of the empty bottles in their hands.

“Everthin’ okay up there?” the Colonel calls. It seems as though the others have noticed the small commotion and the medical check-up.

Ja turns around, rubbing the back of his head.

“Uh- no sir not really.” he calls back, stopping in his tracks to wait for Quaritch so that he can explain. Mansk and I keep walking and he watches me intently as I break out into a type of pant. My ears are pinned back and my tail is wildly flicking around behind me. My eyelids also happen to suddenly grow heavy and I keep them half-lidded.

What snaps me out of my haze is Z calling my name.

“Hey, Y/N come over here for a sec.” she says, turning around. Walker is running her hand down her face in what looks like frustration.

I nod, jogging over and leaving Mansk behind. He’s still watching me, trying to make sense of what’s happening.

Neither Z nor Walker looks like they feel like joking around anymore.

“Have you read the manual?” she asks and it takes me a few seconds to realise she means the Na’vi Body data.

“Yeah, of course, we had to.” I say, trying to play it cool. She raises an eyebrow and I sigh.

“I stopped once I reached the shit about plants. It got boring.” I say and she nods, knowing damn well she didn’t read further than that either.

“Walker read it, and it said somethin’ ‘bout a heat cycle.” Z says and I glance at Walker.

“Yeah… we’re not dehydrated. I remember the symptoms. It’s happening right now.” Walker says, scanning my reddened face.

“Does it burn?” Z asks and my ears perk forward for once, being relieved from the tense strain I kept them in the past half hour.

“Everything burns.” I say.

“You know what I mean.” she adds and I groan in frustration too.

“Yeah.” I mumble. I can’t deny the heat that’s been forming between my legs. I tried ignoring it but it grew worse.

“Do you feel, like-” Z says, gasping for air herself. “...uncontrollably horny?” she asks with a light laugh and Walker smirks.

I have no shame admitting anything in front of them so I chuckle and answer. “More like painfully horny.”

They laugh a little, struggling to even out their breathing.

“We need to distance ourselves from them.” Walker says, glancing over her shoulder. “Especially you Y/N you seem to have it bad.” she chuckles, motioning to my panting self. “Otherwise we’re done for and this squad will no longer be as professional.”

My eyes widen. “Wait- you’re joking right? It’ll go away like tomorrow. How would they know about this if we don’t tell them?” I ask and Walker opens her mouth to answer but before she can, my answer is handed to me differently.

“You smell that?” someone says behind us. My heart stops pounding for a second. Right our new senses have us picking up more.

“These cursed blue bitches.” I swear and Z breathily laughs, seeming to know how screwed we are. She’s passed the stage of denial and is now accepting our fate.

We turn around and notice that Lyle was talking to Prager. Prager nodded and they stopped walking. Mansk had also stopped in his tracks, turning to them. Behind them, Ja, Quaritch, Brown, Lopez and the remaining team catch up and everyone comes to a halt.

Quaritch walks between them and deeply inhales. He looks around, noticing how his soldiers are smelling what he is too.

I feel my heart slowly drop and I hold on to Z-Dog for some comfort. All three of us are watching them, dreading their reaction.

“What is it?” Lopez asks.

“No idea, but it’s fuckin’ great.” Lyle chuckles and my breath catches in my throat. It seems to affect them too. As Lyle inhales, his own tail is swishing around behind him and his muscles flex. He’s growing restless and the recom’s are looking at their Colonel for an answer or instructions.

Quaritch’s tail does the same, his own ears pinning back and then his gaze meets mine. He intensely stares me down and I feel like my entire body stops functioning for a second.

“Oh fuck.” I whisper while barely moving my lips. I feel a little hazy again and start leaning against Z-Dog. She sighs looking more pissed than worried and catches me, trying to keep me upright.

The soldiers follow the Colonel’s eyes and notice us standing a bit further away.

“It ain’t dehydration, I can tell ya that.” Quaritch says, referring to Ja’s hypothesis of what might be happening. Seems like he read the manual too.

The stupid excitement in my stomach has grown so big it’s making me feel sick. And all their eyes on us have me more nervous.

“Can we leave?” I whisper and she nods, staring down the others as if they would move when she looks away.

“Yeah, come on.” she says, guiding me forwards. I take a wobbly step, almost stumbling.

Walking won’t do it. I have so much adrenaline coursing through my veins I want to run away.

I glance back, noticing everyone’s tense poses. Their eyes follow our every move, making them seem almost predatory. My only instinct now is to run.

Z gives me a push and my legs take off. I start running and hear Walker and Z-Dog do the same behind me. There’s a commotion happening behind them and the next time I glance behind me, everyone is chasing after us.

It was a miserable escape attempt, to be honest. We were already so out of breath compared to them, we really didn’t make it far.

Z caught up to me because she was not affected by the heat as much as me.

Within the next few seconds, I was tackled to the ground, luckily hitting the soft grass. I fall with a shriek and when I look up I see Z-Dog made it a little further but she’s down now too.

I felt bodyweight on my back and a hand wrapped around the back of my neck. I couldn’t move. Z-Dog could and the man that pushed her was getting a beating right now.

I cry out, feeling uncomfortable in this position. My chest was pressed into the ground and I was struggling to breathe.

“Don’t fight it, Buttercup.” the voice above me grumbled and I instantly knew it was Lyle who had his knee pressing down into my back.

The feeling and the effects of the scent the recom’s picked up had everyone acting on their primal instincts. Most common sense was gone as their new bodies seemed to be overpowered by the will of nature.

The scent had the soldiers feel just as worked up as the heat cycle did. Instinctively, they ran after the ‘potential mate’ they felt most attracted to because that was Eywa’s will.

I couldn’t say anything, I felt completely overwhelmed and somehow, submitting to him felt like the right thing to do. My right mind would never let this happen but I couldn’t think of anything else but finding some relief in this agonising feeling. My body longed for this.

I notice from the corner of my eye that Lyle is quite literally throwing his equipment to the side, ridding himself of any unnecessary accessories.

Suddenly, boots appear in front of my face but I don’t have the strength to look up.

“Hurry it up Corporal or else I’ll do it myself.” the voice growls and my eyes widen when I notice it’s Quaritch.

With swift movements, my bag is removed from my body and my belt is ripped off. I gasp and suddenly, Lyle pushes my shorts down, hastily pulling them down my legs and chucking them to the side.

His own skin feels like it’s burning so he starts to remove his shirt. However, the Colonel is impatient so he pushes Lyle out of the way and takes matters into his own hands.

Lyle huffs in annoyance, wanting to rid himself of his own feeling of being painfully hard.

“Let me help you out, sweetheart.” Quaritch growls, tearing my panties off. They just need access to my hole, there’s no time to take my bra off.

I whine out when he scratches my skin while tearing the fabric off but it goes unheard. It doesn’t matter. Now Quaritch can see how needy I’m feeling and there is no questioning anything anymore.

“Fuckin’ hell, you could’ve just told me, princess.” he teased, quickly undoing his belt. I push myself off the ground, getting on all fours but my chest is almost immediately pushed back down against the forest floor so that my back is arching and my ass and pussy are on full display to the Colonel.

“Please-” I whimper, needing to feel some type of relief. Quaritch’s ears perk forward and an evil grin spreads across his face before he pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh.

His throbbing cock springs out and he presses the tip against my heat. I can feel his pulse through it and he can feel mine. Before I can comprehend anything else, he harshly thrusts his hips forward, filling me up all the way.

I cry out, stretching my arms out in front of me and gripping a strand of grass.

Miles hisses, pinning his ears back before setting a rough pace. I push myself further against him so that he fully bottoms me out with every thrust, his abdomen hitting my ass. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, just like that, baby.” he snarled, holding my hips in place. One of his hands roughly groped my ass, delivering a spank to it which made me jolt forward.

It’s a lot to take. Even though we’re both Na’vi, he seems to still be hitting my cervix with his tip whenever he thrusts in.

I spread my legs a little further to give him better access and he speeds up his pace a little. He grips my tail, tugging me back to meet his thrusts and I’m clawing at the ground to try and contain myself.

“Miles-” I moan and it makes him growl.

“Just a little- more.” he grunts, feeling his high approach.

This wasn’t about lovemaking or pleasuring the other person. We were so needy we just needed to fuck the feeling away and that’s exactly what Quaritch was doing. Relentlessly pounding into me from behind to finally relieve and save himself from the lust spell your sweet scent cast upon him.

He was so close, Miles leaned over and pulled my upper body up so he could press his chest against my back. He snaked an arm around my waist and continued to fuck himself into my pussy like a hound.

I was so close. My mouth was hanging open and my eyes were slowly rolling to the back of my head.

Miles groaned into my ear and his hips stuttered before I felt his hot cum shoot inside me. He continued to thrust into me, riding out his orgasm in a desperate attempt to keep this feeling around for as long as possible.

Feeling him fill me up with his cum had my walls clenching around him and I came moaning his name. He held me in place to make sure I got all of it inside me before letting go of me and just regaining his breath.

I was panting even harder now, struggling to keep myself upright.

Quaritch pats my back, gliding his hand down my waist and hips, steadying himself for a few more seconds before slowly pulling out. His cum was dripping out of my pulsing cunt and he sighed.

“Well, ain’t that a beautiful sight.” he sighed, fingering some of it back inside me before getting up and redressing his pants.

I wasn’t on the ground alone for long. In fact, only a few seconds before another pair of hands were on me. I saw Lyle take Quaritch’s spot with his pants already gone. He held my hips up and I loosely draped my tail over his shoulder.

“God damn, you look so hot.” Lyle groaned, tracing my hips and ass with his hand. I heard a small chuckle and suddenly someone kneeled in front of me.

It was Mansk and he was undoing his fly. His pants were strained and I watched with wide eyes.

“Can you do it?” he asked before going any further. I nod, feeling how my mouth is salivating in anticipation. He smirks before pulling his pants down his thighs too.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go slow.” Mansk says, rubbing his thumb over my flushed cheek

Behind me, Lyle is grinding himself into me, making me press up against him. As I do, his tip enters me and we both moan in unison.

Mansk grins before entangling his hand in my hair.

I hear distant moans and grunts but I can’t focus on anything else but then two men around me.

Lyle pulls back, breaking the contact our warm skin had before he thrusts himself forward and fully pushes into me. My mouth drops open and I whimper, feeling a little sore from Quaritch.

Mansk uses this opportunity and places the tip of his length on my bottom lip. I comply, sticking my saliva-covered tongue out and licking it.

He shakily exhales, tightly pressing both his lips together as he watches me get to work.

I move forward and lick a long stripe from the base of his dick to the tip and it sends a shiver through him.

Lyle starts to slowly thrust in and out of me. His eyes are closed as he focuses on how I feel around him. He’s trying his hardest not to cum straight away but knowing it’s you he’s fucking is making that very difficult for him.

I wrap my lips around the tip of Mansk’s cock and suck on it. He shudders, letting his lips part and mouth fall open a little.

“Shit…” he curses, pinning his ears all the way back. His entire body is being restrained because he’s fighting the need to just thrust forward into your mouth.

He doesn’t however. Mansk lets you go at your own speed without pushing you further down, he just tightens his grip on your hair, balling his hand into a fist.

I move my head off of him before repeating my previous action and taking more of him into my mouth.

Lyle starts to leave his gentle pace behind and speeds up his hips movements. His hands are groping the flesh of my ass before harshly gripping my hips and rocking me back and forth.

I relax my throat and open my mouth wider, taking more of Mansk. He’s watching me with blown pupils which I can’t see because he kept his shades on.

He gulps, completely hypnotised by how you’re almost worshipping his shaft.

Mansk hits the back of my throat and I change the angle a little so that I can fit more inside. I know I won’t be able to take all of him in but I want to please him with more than just half his dick.

It seems like my gag reflex disappeared and Mansk hissed when he felt how I deepthroated him.

“Fuck, that’s good.” he groans, throwing his head back.

Lyle moans behind me and then his fingers find my clit, rubbing it. My eyes shoot open and I just arch myself further into him.

A moan is drawn from my lips, sending vibrations to Mansk’s dick. He curses as I pull back and start bobbing my head up and down his length.

“Come on, Buttercup. Cum f’ere me.” Lyle says in a husky deep voice. My ears twitch and my tail curls up into a C.

He wanted me to release before him and I felt it approaching quickly because his fingers were working wonders while he continued to plunge himself deep into me. My walls started to tighten around him and he applied more pressure on my clit.

I was cumming again and this time my legs were shaking. I was moaning but it was all muffled because of Mansk’s fat cock stuffing my mouth.

Lyle was desperately humping me, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he chased after his own high.

I focused on Mansk while letting Lyle use me. My eyes were glossy and I swirled my tongue around him making him groan.

With each bob of my head, I would now hollow my cheeks around him to create more suction.

Mansk inhaled sharply because it felt like I was already trying to milk him of his cum and the way I refused to let his dick leave my mouth had him fall into euphoria.

His hips desperately jolted forwards a few times as he came, throwing his head back while thick ropes of cum were shot down my throat.

Coincidentally, Lyle was cumming at the same time and he pushed his hips as deep into me as possible.

I swallowed everything Mansk gave me, licking his dick clean and he held my cheek in appreciation, breathlessly trying to gather himself.

“God damn, Y/N. Never needed anythin’ as much as that.” Lyle chuckled through heavy breaths.

I opened my mouth and pulled back from Mansk a little while he leaned back on his knees and tried to regain control over his heaving chest.

“I don’t think I can walk.” I say, coughing a little.

Lyle lets go of my hips and I fall to the side, laying on the ground and covering my eyes with my hands. The reality was coming back and it only hit me now that I hooked up with my colleagues.

The Colonel was still there, standing close to us. He reached for my shorts, taking my ripped underwear and stuffing it in his pocket.

He crouched down to me, getting on one knee. I open my eyes and sit up by leaning on my elbows. My ears are drooped to the sides and my tail is motionlessly laying next to me.

“You alright?” Quaritch asks, seeming a little worried.

“Better now.” I grin and he chuckles, helping me put my shorts on. Lyle and Mansk dress themselves before Quaritch heaves me to my feet.

He wraps an arm around me to keep me stable and on my feet, while we walk.

The others had gotten up now too and everyone was dressed. I didn’t have the strength to observe anymore than that.

Z-Dog grabbed a bottle from the ground and then spotted me. A grin spread on her face while I shot her a glare.

“Damn, you can’t walk?” she joked, snorting.

“Shut up, I can see you limping.” I say and she raises her hands in the air. Quaritch chuckles before turning to Mansk and Lyle.

“Watch your surroundings and pay closer attention.” he orders, knowing not everyone is capable of defending themselves right now. They nod.

After a few minutes, we reach a grass plain and Quaritch lets us all take a break because there’s no point in walking any further today.

I sit down, leaning against Z-Dog who is teasing Walker about something. The others stand around, keeping watch for danger until the helicopter returns to pick us up.

This is definitely not how I expected any mission to turn out. Who knew these blue bodies were so intense?

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adoringsuga · 1 year

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— ruin our friendship.

⭑ featuring. chigiri hyoma

⭑ content. fem!reader, chigiri gets jelly lol, kissing that gets a little heated so be warned, several isagi mentions (& cameo!) bc i love him, & cursing

⭑ word count. 2.3k

⭑ summary. chigiri hyoma, plain and simple, is your best friend in the whole wide world. your relationship is as uncomplicated as can be; yet, after you ask a presumably innocent question about a friend of his, something comes to light that changes everything...

⭑ notes. omg this is like my first post ever so…hello (≧∀≦)!! this is also like?!??! my first fanfic ever so... lollll... it's honestly so short so i didn't even know what to even write for the summary... anywho! hope u enjoy!! hopefully there will be more to come b/c super obsessed w blue lock rn ngl

“Your hair is so soft,” you murmur mostly to yourself, fingers combing through soft, cherry-red strands, gently untangling any knots you come across with a care reserved solely for the boy currently resting his head in your lap.

Hyoma only hums appreciatively, hyper-focused on the TV in front of you two, sporadically tapping his fingers on your thigh when something of note occurs on the screen. He had turned on some old football game of his when he had invaded your apartment—unannounced, you may add,—around an hour ago. And, before you could utter a single word of complaint about his choice of entertainment, he quickly began haughtily sprouting some bullshit about having to study his old match so he could be aware of what to improve on to better his techniques and what a shame it would be if his team were to lose because someone was to interfere with his review.

Personally, you think he only said that so you wouldn’t change it to this new movie—or, ‘the overly sweet and annoying chick flick’ as Chigiri has lovingly dubbed it—you’ve been dying to watch for weeks now.

Asshole Hyoma, you think a little bitterly, It’s your apartment, you should be able to choose what you can watch or not.

(But, as your eyes flicker to the intense concentration alit on his face, the way he scrutinizes every move, every pass, every shot with an acute focus you find weirdly endearing [and oddly attractive, to your growing horror], you can’t help but think maybe this is fine for now. Maybe.

Maybe football isn’t too bad, you muse, actively ignoring the infinitesimal flush that rises to your cheeks.)

Bored of simply threading your fingers through his strands, you begin to separate his hair into chunks, intertwining the strands once you’ve deemed you’ve parted the hair neatly enough for a loose braid.

You’ve always thought that Hyoma’s hair was inexplicably beautiful, much like the rest of him. Delicate features combined with a lithe yet toned body made him increasingly popular with the female and male demographic of soccer fans (and non-fans as well), especially as his popularity grew and grew with each match he was featured in.

You, simply, admired his beauty for what it was: graceful and elegant, never perceiving him in the lustful light most fans of his had taken to since his debut, (although you would be lying if you said a part of hadn’t slowly begun to see him in a light less than platonic since the start of the year or so).

(These feelings, truthfully, make you want to crawl into a hole and die).

Shaken from your train of thought when a loud cheer erupts from the speakers, your eyes flit up at the TV briefly, blinking in surprise when someone of note catches your eye. You can’t help but gape, fingers stilling from your steadfast braiding as you let out a low whistle, gaze fixed upon the TV.

Even though it makes your heart pang painfully in your chest, you know Hyoma will never see you the way you see him, so, you might as well try and get over him now.

And, without a doubt, you think that the forward on your TV can definitely help with that.

“Whoa,” you mutter, in genuine awe at the gorgeous boy on screen. “Hey, hey, Chigirin,” your words are coupled with a few pokes to his cheek, and he turns his head slightly to look up at you once you’ve finished your ministrations, letting out an inquisitive hum with a raised eyebrow.

“Who’s that?” you question as soon as he peers up at you, pointing at the midnight-haired boy with glimmering deep blue eyes on the TV, eyes gleaming with interest.

“… Why.” Is all he simply says once he sees who it is, voice carefully level and gaze clouded with something you can’t quite place.

“Because he’s cute,” you answer, immediate and truthful, with an almost ariose cadence to your words. You pause for a moment, intently studying the midnight-haired boy, who, at the moment, is currently celebrating a vivacious goal when it all suddenly clicks. “Hey, wait, isn’t that Isagi-san? And aren’t you playing his team next week? Do you think you can get me his number?”

(Embarrassingly, a part you blindly hopes that Hyoma will say say no, so you can overanalyze the meaning behind such an act and further fuel your delusions that Hyoma was definitely into you just as you were to him.

And, hey, who can blame you? Getting over a guy like Hyoma is an agonizing endeavor, so sue you for trying to enjoy your delusions for a bit more before it all comes crashing down and you’re once again stuck in the role of his supportive best friend.

Forced to be something you wished you weren’t. His best friend. Only his best friend.)

Hyoma abruptly sits up from your lap, and you let out a little yelp at the suddenness of it, eyebrows furrowed. His curtain of hair hides his face from your puzzled gaze, and you tilt your head a millimeter to the right, curious.

(The strands of hair you had been braiding loosen at the movement, and eventually unravel unceremoniously after a second passes.

You’re slightly dismayed at the fact.)

Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine, and, for some inane reason, you feel as though you’ve fucked up.

“U-uhm, Chigirin,” you begin awkwardly, suddenly frantic to fill the uneasy, growing hush because truthfully, Hyoma’s unexplainable silence is really starting to weird you out. You’re about to sprout some bullshit about something your statistics professor said the other day, when, all of sudden, you’re on your back, the air knocked out of your lungs and mouth agape in shock.

Pink eyes simply stare down at you, unblinking and almost bored.

“H-Hyoma…?” you manage to stutter out after a long moment, face impossibly red as the boy in question leans over you, the heat of his breath ghosting over your lips. You lay limp, hyper-aware of the fact that even if you did want to move, you wouldn’t be able to as your wrists are being held securely in place by one of Hyoma’s hands. You vaguely wonder if it’s bad that this mere fact gives you butterflies.

(You never use his given name, and Hyoma feels a sick sense of satisfaction curl in his belly at the melodic chime of it.)

You’re warm all over, yet Hyoma seems entirely unphased; even though if he were to only move a mere inch or two, your lips would surely touch.

The thought causes something to thrum in your stomach, makes it tighten in apt anticipation and your breath catch in your throat. I can’t do this, you think, nearly hysteric. It’s all too much, and you turn your face to the side, unable to meet his piercing gaze any longer lest you confess to something you know you’ll regret immediately. Though, with the movement, your gaze somehow catches the TV once more, and there, in all his spectacular glory, is Isagi Yoichi, grinning handsomely with navy blue eyes burning with unabashed determination, calculating and undeniably resolute.

His focused gaze is locked right onto the camera, and his eyes bore intensely into yours as if you’re right there in front of him, as if he could plainly reach out and touch you.

(Oh goodness. Your delusions are growing worse and worse by the day.)

Hyoma growls, seemingly aware of what has currently captured your attention, and purses his lips as though he has just eaten something rotten.

“Don’t look at him.” He demands suddenly, using his thumb and forefinger to gently yet firmly hold your chin, tilting it in a way that ensures your gaze is set on him and only him. “Don’t look at Isagi. Don’t look at anyone else. Look at me.”

“I… what? Hyoma… What do you… ?”

“Can’t you see?” he snaps, almost furious. “I’m in love with you. I have been since I met you. I was fine not saying anything before, but I refuse to lose you to Isagi too.”

Your heart stops. Everything simply stops. Have you been in an accident? And is this simply your unconscious mind attempting to soothe you with what you’ve always dreamed of most? But it can’t be, because you can feel the searing warmth that permeates from his skin, can count every eyelash and every light, scattered freckle, can smell the addicting cologne you mentioned liking to him offhandedly months ago because a guy in your class was wearing it, and so many other things that disproves your accident theory fully.

This is real. This is happening.

Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you?

“You’re in love with me?” you echo in disbelief and rose buds bloom on the crests of Hyoma’s cheeks as he nods adamantly, the hand grasping your chin drifting up to cup your cheek instead.

Somehow, it’s that second, silent confirmation that truly affirms it for you.

Chigiri Hyoma, the perpetual thorn in your side and your best friend in the whole wide world, is in love with you.

Your heart leaps, before it swells. Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you, and he says it as though it is an undeniable fact.

Chigiri Hyoma is in love with you. He’s in love with you.

You feel dizzy at the news, everything fuzzy and muddled except for Hyoma himself, who looks to be growing increasingly nervous and tense with each passing second of silence from yourself.

I should probably say something, you think in a haze.

But, you can’t think of anything that could adequately describe the emotions you’re feeling at the moment, so you simply lift your head and softly graze your lips with his, taking in shocked, pink eyes before crashing your lips together fully. Hyoma makes a small noise of surprise, before melting into it, letting go of your wrists and instead taking your face tenderly with calloused hands, rough against petal-soft skin.

He’s practically on top of you now, but you can’t find it in yourself to care- using your newly freed hands to run your fingers through his hair, to grasp at his face, his waist, and anywhere else you can reach.

It’s not the best kiss, per se- your teeth knock together more than once in a way that causes a dull ache, and mortifying sounds keep escaping your mouth at the most inopportune moments, but God, you don’t think you’ll ever get a kiss like this again.

Regrettably, you pull away after a few more glorious moments, Hyoma chasing after your lips before settling to simply press chaste kisses at the corners of your mouth instead. He trails down after a moment, beginning to nip lightly at the soft skin of your neck, insistent yet gentle as his teeth graze your pulse ever so slightly. You whine at the feeling, almost panting as you weakly push his head away as warmth blossoms under your ribs, settling in your stomach and wisping through your limbs in a hum.

He nips once, twice, before lifting his head, albeit begrudgingly, finally allowing you the chance to suck in a breath of sweet oxygen through parted lips.

As you catch your breath, you hazily gaze up at a red-faced Hyoma, his lips rosy and swollen from pressure and eyes blown and glassy. Embarrassingly, the sight causes your chest to clench with something akin to desire, and you nibble at your kiss-bitten lips in an attempt to keep those feelings at bay, if for the time being.

A beat passes.

“I love you too,” you admit airly as soon as the heat in your cheeks and the rapid beating of your heart calms down to a somewhat manageable level, and Hyoma simply laughs, eyes glimmering with adoration.

“I think I garnered that,” he grins, before capturing your lips once more, cradling your face as though you’re the most important thing to him in the entire world.

(“Hey. Isagi.” Yoichi turns at the call of his name, perking up slightly at the sight of familiar cherry-red hair tied loosely in a bun and long lashes. Putting down the small trinket he had been toying with, he opens his mouth, eager to greet Chigiri back when the other is suddenly right in front of him. Yoichi blinks, grinning openly before Chigiri abruptly takes and wrenches a large chunk of his hair harshly between thin fingers.

“Ow!” he hisses immediately, scalp throbbing hotly and already aching like a motherfucker. He’s surely going to have a headache later, and that realization, alongside the whole, you know, hair-yanking thing, puts a damper on his mood. “What was that for?” he exclaims, incredulous, angrily rubbing at the spot Chigiri had pulled with an ire Yoichi prays he’ll never experience again.

“For my girlfriend,” Chigiri states matter-of-factly, patting Yoichi on the head lightly and demeaningly as though he didn’t just violently violate his poor scalp. He gives no time for the older to respond, already swiftly turning from Yoichi and beginning to walk away, but not before brazenly declaring, “Oh. And we’re beating you too, so be ready for that.”

“Girlfriend? What the hell did I do to your girlfriend?” Yoichi sputters, blatantly ignoring Chigiri’s last statement and decidedly shelving it for a later discussion because what the fuck? What did he do to deserve to have his hair pulled again?

[What is with him and getting his hair pulled, genuinely? Do people just see him and instantly think, ‘Oh yes, he looks like he likes to get his hair pulled’?

For the record, he does not. He really does not, from the bottom of his heart.]

Chigiri simply laughs, the honeyed glow of the sun catching in his hair and making it burn a fiery red, and Isagi can only watch the other boy strolls away, left cluelessly standing with a stinging scalp and widened eyes.

“... Wait. Chigiri-san has a girlfriend?”)

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri hyoma x you #chigiri x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #chigiri hyoma #blue lock #.* ੈ♡‧₊˚ writing

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the-roo-too · 10 months

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free fall -> spiderwoman! mo jihye

-the biggest downside of working as a reporter is definitely the field work

warnings: injuries

genre: sprinkle of angst?; it’s mostly fluff tho

notes: spiderwoman danielle would be so 🫶🫶 this was kinda made in honour of spider!jimin fic getting 150 notes 💪

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

when you first became a reporter for the local newspaper, you had very light tasks to do. take a picture of the school’s swimming team, see the christmas lights, do some photos on the fair. then, the villains appeared. your peaceful job suddenly turned into the most dangerous one, albeit very interesting. now, you always had to be there with the villains, so you could have material before other reporters.

just like now, someone evil attacked the main street, so you of course had to be there. it was some green guy, green goblin if you remembered the last article correctly.

click!

you sighed as you took the photo of the villain. it came out a bit blurry, but it was still a good shot. as you looked up from your hide (so technically you leaned over some café’s menu sign), you noticed a familiar red and blue blur.

spiderwoman. always on the spot.

“they should pay me more for the heroes.” you grumbled under your breath, reading the camera to take a shot of the mysterious superhero. just as you did that, something exploded near you. the force of the explosion made you fly away from your safe spot and as you hit your head on the floor, you heard the sound of glass breaking and everything went dark.

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

you slipped in and out of consciousness, seeing the colourful blurs zoom past you. it felt like you couldn’t move, so you just laid there, trying to make out the shapes around you. a small thought lingered in the back of your mind.

is this the end?

then, by some miracle, the gods decided to spare you. just as your eyes were closing, you felt strong arms slowly lift you up bridal style.

you let out a groan of pain and your saviour hummed quietly.

“it’s okay… you’re safe with me..”

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

a chain of curses woke you up. for a short second, you couldn’t remember anything, till the memories flooded your mind again.

you quickly opened your eyes, frowning when you noticed you were suddenly home. that ceiling was definitely yours, you’d recognise that stupid stickers anywhere.

then, the pain hit you like a truck. you winced, bringing your hand up to touch your wounded head. just then, a figure walked into your room.

“who hides their first aid kit so hard-“ the voice stopped as the figure noticed you’re awake. you immediately recognised the suit, but your eyes widened when you saw the superhero wasn’t wearing her mask.

her face was also enveloped in shock, as you could only blur out one thing.

“..danielle?”

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

“sorry..” she muttered as you winced, feeling the cotton pad press against your wound. “there’s usually no civilians… i should’ve been more careful.”

“don’t worry, danielle..” it felt weird, looking at one of the most famous heroes now and seeing your neighbour’s face. “it’s my job, you couldn’t know anyone would be stupid enough to come so close.”

with a deflated sigh, danielle lowered the hand that was holding the cotton pad. “you’re a reporter… are you gonna tell, uhm..” she awkwardly gestured to herself and the spiderwoman’s mask lying on your nightstand.

“no, of course not.”

“really?”you nodded your head softly, making her smile.

“i would’ve never though that my neighbour would be the famous spiderwoman…” you chuckled slightly. “guess you’re really ‘friendly neighbourhood spiderwoman’ huh?”

she laughed a bit. “yeah, guess you could say that.” danielle then cleared her throat. “so um… do you maybe wanna get a coffee after this? maybe tomorrow, my treat?”

“me?”

“well, i think you’re very pretty! and i kinda owe you for that camera you broke…”

“no, no you don’t owe- MY CAMERA BROKE?!”

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

#newjeans #newjeans x reader #new jeans #new jeans x reader #danielle #danielle marsh #danielle x reader #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye #mo jihye x reader #hanni #minji #hyein #haerin

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4ngeldusstt · 9 months

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S I L K R I B B O N pt.2

A/N: originally this were two separate fics but I realized they worked well together and that they could be silk ribbon part two so here it is, y’all really liked the first part so i hope you enjoy this one too!! ( this is also the longest fic I’ve ever written lol )

Warnings: angst, mention of death, injuries, blood, swearing

Word count: 3,233

Part One

He was about to lose it, all the control he had left before diving straight into insanity after his grey eyes land on a bloody baby blue ribbon laying on the pavement that clearly belonged to you.

All kinds of scenarios going though his head, ‘you were just fine, maybe injured and you happened to lose the ribbon on your way to a safe place, right?’ This kept replaying in his head like a mantra in hopes to manipulate his thoughts and as an attempt to calm himself down, you couldn’t be dead, he refused to believe that. His gaze going left and right, franticly looking for the face he so much longed to see with no luck, he cursed under his breath holding your ribbon tightly in his fist, his boots landing on the hard pavement, a small provisional camp was set up to treat injured soldiers and to be used as a meeting point for the ones who made it. The short man roamed around asking your friends, team mates, literally anybody he found if they knew anything about you, no one seemed to give him a clear answer.

With each passing minute his anxiety was getting worse, “if she happens to be injured we’ll find her Levi, she’s a tough one.” The commander said in hopes to reassure the raven haired man. “I know she’s alive, that brat not dumb enough to die.” He was upset at you, trying to think about the lecture he was gonna give you once you were in front of him for worrying him this much, how dare you? “Before parting I made her promise, she promised she’d make it back safely.” This part was a bare whisper lost in the background noise only perceived by him.

“I guess I’ll have to go find her myself.” Before the commander could answer the captain was already in the air swerving through buildings and roofs, the commander had no choice but to follow him, some of your close friends also took the hint and joined the pair.

After a while of franticly looking for you, Jean seemed to perceive a couple of soldiers a few rows of buildings to the left, “I think I found her! To the left, where that titan is, it looks like it could be y/n!” Levi’s ears perked up at the information with hope in his eyes and fear on his heart he changed directions towards where your friend notified, as they got closer they confirmed it was in fact the person they were looking for, landing in the nearest roof for better observation. “Hey! Y/n, we came for you!” Armin yelled, not loud enough to notice as you were too focused in the situation that was unfolding in front of you. “There you are.” Levi stated to himself, feeling a wave of relief dissolving his previous worries at the sight of you ‘well, at least you are alive.’ he thought.

- YOUR POV -

Your eyes immediately landing on your commrade as a titan wrapped it’s fingers around him as if he was an annoying fly, having no time to process the situation you were already swerving around with your gear your only fixation being not having another death on your back, not if you could avoid it.

When you realized you were also trapped between the other hand of the titan, taking everything in you to move the blades with all the strength you had left in your body, refusing to die like this. You noticed your friends and superiors were watching the scene unfold on a near roof, most of them with little to no gas left in their tanks, Levi had his hand on the blade ready to engage but was stopped by Erwin “Don’t. You better than anyone know she hates it when she gets underestimated.” With a sigh and an annoyed look he stopped on his tracks still attentive to engage if needed.

The ambient was tense, all eyes on the hand that held you captive praying for you not to be dead. With a swift move your blades cut their way out the tender flesh of the titan, with a barely perceivable move you cut it’s nape freeing your friend, you could’ve stopped there but you didn’t, the adrenaline of being this close to death, made you go feral in rage as you started slicing the titan up and down with an amazing use of the gear making it almost impossible for them to follow your small frame as you maneuvered through the air, landing on the nearest roof after basically mutilating the beast that had the guts to even attempt to kill you, you went on a rampage and started going insane slicing every nape of every titan your eyes landed on.

Everyone was in awe, they knew you were good but damn this was excessive, once you were done and no titan was in sight thanks to your skills you made your way joining the rest that were waiting for you. The second your feet landed on the roof you collapsed on your knees, turns out the titan managed to break you a couple ribs along with some deep cuts you self inflicted by accident when attempting to break yourself free, with your levels of adrenalin going down, a wave of agonizing pain that you brain managed to ignore until seconds ago, went though your body as you tried your best to hold it together in front of everyone. You can’t show yourself being weak, you refused but failed as every breath turned into the sharpest pain you ever felt in your life, before you could realize, you felt your body giving out and falling forward.

Before your head could hit the tiles Levi quickly rushed to your side and held you, laying you down as careful as he could, “don’t worry, I’ll be just fine.” You reassured him, looking up noticing you had to make an effort to keep your eyes open. “I know, now stay awake for me will you?” He said trying his best to sound as calm as possible not to worry you. “I can try Captain, but in all honesty the pain is starting to be too much.” You said with difficulty attempting to not make a big deal out of it, talking and breathing was severely painful at this point you are certain a rib might of digged through one of your lungs at least. Your head filling quickly with thoughts, ‘I’m actually going to die.’ Suddenly your breathing started to fasten, to the point you were almost hyperventilating, the subconscious act causing your wound to worsen your eyes quickly finding Levi’s giving him a pleading look begging for help.

“Hey, breathe with me okay?“ he quickly noticed the traits of a possible panic attack, luckily he knew how to deal with them because of previous situations where you might of needed his assistance, “L-Levi, it hurts so bad.” Your voice barely coming out at this point, your body tensed at the feeling of hand lifting you up carefully “take her and follow me, we’re going to the medical camp we set up to treat the injured, she’ll get treated as a priority, we can’t loose such a good soldier can we?” Hange said in an attempt to break the tension, “Listen to me Y/N, I’m going to need you to hold onto me, okay? It’s gonna hurt, but it’ll be just a few minutes I promise, try to stay awake for me a little longer, you’re doing good.” he had his sight fixated on your face taking in your features, pulling some loose hair strands out of the way cupping your cheek as he gently spoke to you, the fellow soldiers around stranged by the sudden change of attitude in their usually cold and mean captain, not even commander Erwin has seen Levi act like this. Let’s say he had a soft spot for you.

You did as you were told and wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled your body up securing his arm tightly around you, he was fast and great in maneuvering around buildings so as soon as you realized he was already on land. He carried you bridal style into the tent, you could feel his fast heart rate “calm down Levi, I’ll be okay. You are not going to get rid of me that easily.” Leaving a small laugh cut by a sharp pain that caused to groan out in pain. “You say it as if I wanted that to happen.” His lips turning from a frown to a side smile “it’s you who won’t get rid of me, brat.” He looked down at you with those beautiful stone grey eyes. Gifting him a smile in response.

- END OF YOUR POV -

Fast enough you were being checked and treated, Levi was not happy that he was kicked out and couldn’t be by your side at the sudden decision that they were going to have to perform emergency surgery on you. The man walked out with an annoyed expression, the commander approached him “what did they say? Her friends are worried about her, well, we all are any information is good to know.” “She’s going under surgery, overall she’ll be okay.” He exhaled in relief, still worried as there is a small chance surgery can go bad. He won’t be completely at peace until he is sure you are a hundred percent okay. “Thank god, that’s good to hear. I’ll notify her friends I’m sure they’ll appreciate this information, thank you Levi.”

- TIME SKIP -

Fluttering your eyes open, squinting at the natural sun light that came through the big windows as an attempt to adjust to it. Flashbacks flooding your mind as you remembered the previous set of circumstances that led you to this state. The smell of fresh laundry and lavender was still impregnated in your senses from when your captain carried you, “Levi” the image of him looking down at you with that much emotion as he caressed your skin, was printed in your head. “Y/n” a sudden voice pulled you out of your own thoughts making you turn your head in shock “you called my name but something tells me I wasn’t ment to hear, am I right?” the man said letting out a small laugh as he shook his head in disbelief approaching you.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, “I'm way better than I was that's for sure, I told you I was gonna be just fine.” You gave him a cocky smile playfully rolling your eyes, “well, you do in fact look better. Never thought I’d miss your brattiness but I’m glad you’re okay, I was worried.” Your brows lifting in surprise, “You, Levi Ackerman missed me being a brat? Oh, and was the Captain Levi worried? about me?” You looked up him with fake disbelief, deep down you knew he cared about you and were thankful for that but you enjoyed teasing him way too much.

“Tsk, I don’t know why I said anything. Yes, I was very worried about you, I almost went insane when I found this on the floor and couldn’t find you.” He pulled out a small piece of fabric from his pocket, your ribbon, the one he gifted you a while back, blood almost hiding it’s original and beautiful baby blue color, seeing it made you understand what kind of thoughts could've went through his head when he found it. “I-I didn’t even notice when it fell from my hair, thank your Levi for bringing it back. It means a lot to me, I’d be very upset if I lost it.” You took the ribbon from his hand as you inspected it holding it in your own, remembering the day of how it got to your hands. It was a gift from Levi, it’s a very special item for you and you cherish it with your whole heart.

Feeling tears fill up your eyes as you held it close to your chest, closing your eyes as tears rolled down your cheeks, when you opened them you looked at Levi with a warm smile, his instinct was to wipe away your tears with his thumb, like he always did when you cried. “thank you, for everything you do for me Levi, I don’t deserve-“ “you do deserve it, at this point it’s obvious I care for you and I don’t think you are that oblivious to not realize I have feelings for you. I don’t expect an answer I just needed to get this off of my chest.” He looked down and walked towards the door, ‘is he actually going to leave after confessing his feelings to me?’ “I care about you too and I also think it’s very obvious that I’m very much in love with you, Captain.” Your statement caught him off guard, turning around to face you trying his best to hold in a smile that was threatening to scape his lips. “Well, soldier I think we have a pending conversation for after you fully heal and get the hell out of here, don’t you think?” He smirked, this time not even bothering to hide it.

After chatting for a while he left the room allowing you to properly rest, you didn’t want him to leave but he has duties and paperwork due to tomorrow and needed every minute to be able to finish it.

Your recovery was surprisingly fast, in about a month your ribs and wounds were fully healed and you were ready to go, finally. Commander Erwin forbid you to train to the extent as you used to, having to take it a little more lightly at least for a while, afraid that you would get hurt and obviously the captain agreed with him in this decision.

As days went by the relationship between you and Levi changed, he was more attentive and went out of his way to do small acts of service for you, like preparing your horse before you had to use it, double check if your ODM gear straps were perfectly secured, picking up an extra plate of breakfast, lunch and dinner for you so you didn’t have to (and to make sure you ate properly), prepare you a cup of tea when you couldn’t sleep,... overall he was glued to your hip following you around every where you went. It didn't bother you, deep down you were aware that the reason behind that change was you being that close to death, for a while he actually thought there was a big chance you could be dead, so you just limited to enjoy the extra attention and made sure to thank him constantly for everything, the least you could do was to express your gratitude, being thankful for even the slightest thing he did for you.

One night you went to his office, as per usual, to provide him some company when he was busy that he very much appreciared. Sipping on your tea as you put your knees to your chest sitting comfortably on the red leather couch that was nearest to his desk, you observed him in silence as he sighed putting the pen down “It's done, fucking finally.” Meaning he now had all his attention directed to you. “I think now it's a good moment to have a talk.” You swallowed hardly, nervously shifting in your seat. “Let’s talk then.” You said attempting to appear as calm as you could be. “I want to be with you.” Words blurting out of your mouth, not even giving him any time to be the one to start the conversation. “Are you aware that it won’t be easy, right?” He stopped for a second “I want to be with you too, honestly it has gotten to a point were I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” His tone was low and sincere, he was for the first time in his life opening his heart for someone.

“Me nether, you have become an essential part of my life, a part of me I want to keep, take care of and cherish forever, only if.. that’s okay with you.” A small smile appeared on his lips, lowering his head “Of course I’m okay with that, Y/N. I want to be able to do the same for you. I can’t-I refuse to live a life without you in it.” Your cheeks feeling warmer with each passing second as you hid in between your knees, eyeing him. “So.. that means what I think it does?” He nodded, “It is, now come here brat.” He made a motion with his hand signaling for you to come closer. You stood up and took seat on his knees, arms wrapping securely around you. His next move took you by surprise, as your now lover rested his head on your shoulder inhaling your scent, your hand instinctively found it’s way to his head, fingers tangling with his soft black hair, causing him to dig his face further into your neck and groan. “You must be exhausted, you had a lot of work today, you should probably rest.” His arms tightened around you, “don’t leave, stay. Please.”

Levi never let himself to be this vulnerabe with any one, but you have proved him enough at this point to be worthy of seeing him like this, he felt like he could be weak around you and just allowing you take care of him. “alright, let’s get you ready to go to bed then, is that okay? Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere and that’s a promise.” The last part having a double meaning, you actually didn’t plan on going anywhere, not tonight or ever. “Mhm, you better keep that promise.” he mumbled tiredly against your skin, loud enough for you to hear.

Once you both were already tucked in the soft sheets of his bed, with his strong arms holding you close to his chest and your face burried on the crook of his neck. Picturing diferent scenarios in your head of a future with your lover, how you dream everything to be once you both retire from the Special Operations Squad. Maybe already married, maybe owning a small beautiful cottage in the hills away from the city, maybe having one kid or two, your only worries being what dessert are you going to bake that day and what flowers are you going to chose to refill the vase that will sit on the windiow sill in the kitchen. For now, you were happy here where you are right at this moment, that is being wrapped up in the safety and comfort of Levi's hold.

The next morning you woke up alone, coming to the conclusion that being a captain ment a lot of things, one of them getting up way too early for your liking. As you turned to your opposite side, facing the empty spot next to you, your eyes met with something placed on top of his pillow. Sitting up, you take the items which were a note, in it he appologised for not being there with you when you woke up, with a smile your sight was set on the other item he left for you, a brand new silk ribbon, this time he chose a beautiful shade of light pink.

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pokenimagines · 1 year

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Grusha | Fic | where the reader gets badly injured by a wild Pokémon attack but as he reaches reader he sees them knocked out and gets protective?

This has a bit of angst in it, but not a lot...I don't think? I just saw this prompt and I'm like "Oh, I have the perfect set up!". Reader ends up totally fine though, just saying. I don't ever write straight up angst.

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SFW Grusha: Protecting What Matters

Grusha tried not to let many things bother him; he preferred it that way. He sometimes got annoyed with overly optimistic people, or those who saw everything through rose colored goggles, but most of the time he just let went with the flow.

Then he met you, the kind of person he didn't expect to fall for. You were moving forward at a fast pace, far faster then he would've ever thought possible. He ended up falling hard, and he hated it. He pushed down the feelings as much as he could, but whenever you begged him to go out somewhere with you, or to train in the mountains, he always had issues telling you no.

You were a capable trainer, with an even more capable team, so he never worried when going out to train in the mountains. He knew, he cursed himself for knowing, that anything could happen. Anything could change the course of your life in an instant, just one misstep was all it took. Despite knowing this, hell even preaching it at some point, he didn't pay enough attention to you.

One moment, you were battling a Froslass with your fire-type, an easy battle, then the next you were on the snow, bleeding from the head. He had never ran so fast in his life, sliding on ice as he skidded over to you. His Altaria managed to beat the Froslass without him even having to utter a single command.

He looked you over, seeing how you were knocked out cold. Despite saying your name several times, you didn't rouse. You had a pulse, that was good. It just looked like a chunk of ice had been hurled at your head. Grusha managed to lift you in his arms as he took you to the pokemon center.

You were fine, completely and utterly fine. A minor concussion, but otherwise you didn't have any long term issued. Three entire weeks and you were completely back to normal; knocking at Grusha's front door. The blue haired boy opened the door, wearing just a long sleeved shirt and some black joggers. His hair was tied into a bun as he looked over at you with an almost surprised look.

"You're back..." Grusha said, opening the door for you to come in. You happily walked into the home, kicking off the boots so you wouldn't trail snow everywhere in the home.

"Yuppers, I was wondering if you wanted to go out into the mountains with me. I'm feeling a lot better and my team is itching to battle." You said, acting as if nothing happened.

"You want to go back out there? You know you could've died if that piece of ice hit you any harder." Grusha said and you shrugged.

"Well, it didn't, and I'll be more careful this time." You said, not bothered at all. You were alive and well, after all. Sure you were knocked out, but you lived.

"You might not be so lucky next time, you know things can happen in a split second. One wrong move..." Grusha began, wanting to convince you that maybe training in the mountains wouldn't be a good idea.

"I know, but this is what I enjoy doing. I can't let once incident that I survived make me quit. I'm well aware of the risks of what can happen out there, Grusha." You said, feeling a bit like he was trying to dictate what you could and couldn't do.

"I just...what would I do if you died?" He murmured the last part so quietly you could barely make it out. Your eyes widened, as you realized exactly what has him so anxious. You gave him a wobbly smile before walking over to him.

Grusha hasn't anticipated you wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. You looked at him with a smile, "I don't plan on dying anytime soon." You informed him.

"It could still happen..." He murmured.

"Ya, well guess you'll just have to accompany me and make sure I don't get hurt again." You joked and Grusha put a hand on your head, playing with your hair.

"That worked wonderfully last time..." He reminded you, but you weren't caring.

"Guess you'll have to be extra diligent then. I bet if you held my hand out there, I won't be able to slip away and get hurt." You couldn't help, but chuckle at the light blush on his cheeks.

"Fine, I'll go with you...but you have to promise to be careful." Grusha said; you couldn't contain your joy as you reached up and kissed his cheek.

"Will do!" You said while parting and going over to put your boots back on. Grusha just looked at you for a moment more, his hand covering the cheek you just kissed. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to continue pushing down his feelings if you acted like that.

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fixfoxnox · 8 months

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The Silk House (2)

Today's Story: John Price Chases a Train

Summary: Price is a vigilante in a long-term relationship with a prostitute named Nikolai. The problem? Neither of them believes that the other's feelings match their own. So when Nikolai gets an offer of marriage, Price will be forced to face those feelings and determine if his beliefs are true.

Word Count: 10.7k

Warnings: Smut, Misunderstandings, anal, hand jobs, blow jobs

Note: For the wonderful @wmdamadeof

There was something about smoking a cigar while watching the sunset that would never get old for Price.

He didn’t know what it was. He tried to place it often, tried to figure out what kept him staring out at the oranges and reds of the sky at the end of every day. He could never place it. He wondered often if it was the colors, if he was so attached to the colors that streaked across the sky and the way they would fade into purples and blues before the night took over. He didn’t think it was the colors, though they certainly helped.

He thought maybe it was the cigar. Maybe it was the steady push and pull of smoke and the red that burned with each breath he took. He thought maybe the taste of smoke on his tongue was so addicting that he just kept coming back for more. It wasn’t the cigars. He never got the same feeling from them when he smoked somewhere else.

He asked himself one day if it wasn’t necessarily the sunset or the cigar that kept him coming back, but if it was something bigger than that. In those moments, looking over the sunset with a cigar between his fingers, Price felt content. He felt free, like he belonged, like he found his place in the world. He thought the open hills and freedom of the West were just what he needed. The sunset just reminded him of that. It was the most likely option and the one he’d settled on for himself. He didn’t think he could be content anywhere else.

“Oi, Cap,” Price turned his head away from the sunset, moving to watch as his team approached him. Gaz was the one who’d spoken, and the younger man was quick to pull his hat off of his head to hold it against his chest as he grinned at him. Price observed the move carefully, amusement tugging at him. “We’ve got the horses settled and everything paid for. We’re gonna head in if that's alright with you, yeah boss?”

“What did I say about calling me Cap?” Price asked rather than answering. His response didn’t throw Gaz off, instead it only seemed to make his smile grow wider. Price was fond of him and they both knew that he wasn’t actually upset by the playful nickname. Not that Price particularly liked it, Captain Price sounded a bit stuffy to him all things considered. “What’s the rush to get inside?” He took another puff from his cigar.

“Ghost and Soap want to try their luck with Roach again,” Gaz teased, nudging at Soap as he did. In response, Soap’s face went bright red and Price could see a blush peeking out over the top of Ghost’s bandana. Soap was quick to give Gaz a glare and curse at him in a low voice. None of them would have understood him even if he’d spoken at a normal volume, though Price wasn’t going to say that.

“Gaz just wants to flirt with the fuckin’ barman again!” Soap accused, pointing a finger toward Gaz as he did. The result was immediate, and now Gaz was flushed as well. Price could only watch amused as the two started to argue back and forth and, inevitably, started to playfully shove at one another.

After several moments of watching the scuffle while puffing on his cigar, Price decided it was time to intervene. “Alright you two, you look like drunken fools, knock it off.” Immediately, the two separated, matching grins on their faces as they did. For as much as they poked fun at the other, it was clear to see how much they actually cared. Price gave the two a quick once over before turning his attention to Ghost and Soap, “Try to keep yourselves respectful, the last thing we need is to get banned for life because two of my men won’t stop trying to fuck the owner.”

Soap gave a mock salute to him while Ghost only shifted nervously before offering a small nod. Price didn’t doubt that the two were ever anything but respectful to Roach. The lad didn’t take shit from anyone, so he doubted that he would take it from his men. That and it was clear to see that Ghost and Soap’s fascination with him ran deeper than the occasional coin they pooled together to take a night with him.

After giving the group one last once over, he tilted his head toward the door of the building behind him. “Alright, go on. I’ll join you lot soon.” He brought his cigar back to his lips and turned his attention toward the setting sun once again, ignoring the group as they moved to pass them.

“Oh uh,” he turned at the sound of Gaz’s voice next to him and raised an eyebrow at the man, “Want me to ask Roach to get your usual set up?” His words weren’t quiet, they both knew that Price had no shame in the money or time that he spent in the upstairs rooms of the Silk House.

He gave a short nod and, with that, Gaz was moving inside the building after Soap and Ghost, leaving Price to smoke his cigar alone in the peace of the sunset. Just how he liked it.

“All these new scars,” Nikolai gave a disappointed tut as he let his hands move across Price’s skin, “What am I going to do with you, dusha moya?” The warm water covering Price’s skin did nothing to keep the feeling of Nik’s hands from burning into him. With every scrub and wipe of dirt from him, Price could feel himself relaxing. It was always so easy to relax when he was with Nikolai.

Price tilted his head back against the tub, exposing the line of his throat to Nik’s eyes. The other man took quick advantage, leaning forward to place kisses along his skin as his hands worked to clean his skin of any dirt and grime that seemed to linger. “You’d rather me turn up with new scars than not turn up at all,” Price commented as the other man pulled away from him, his attention back on cleaning his body with attentive hands.

“I would rather it if you had no scars, but I certainly expect you to return to me either way.” The words sent a shiver down Price’s spine and he couldn’t help but to give the other man a soft smile. Nik was quick to return it and, for just a moment, the two simply watched one another, both feeling a softness that they knew they only held for one another. “I missed you,” Nik muttered the words under his breath, his voice soft. Still, the words were loud enough to hear.

Price brought a hand up to tangle in Nik’s hair. He used his grip to gently tug the other man closer to him, pulling him forward until he could press their lips together in a soft kiss. It was slow and filled with emotion that Price rarely ever felt that he could show. Only for Nikolai. It was all reserved for him. He didn’t respond to the other man, he never did.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. It wasn’t that he didn’t miss Nikolai or wish that they would have more time together, it wasn’t that. Price adored Nik. He adored the man just as much as he could tell Nikolai adored him. He wouldn’t show it though, he wouldn’t show it because he would never be able to have the man and he knew it.

He knew he was already attached, but it was so much easier to pretend that he wasn’t. To pretend that he hadn’t fallen for a man who’d refused to leave the business for him, who adored him but wouldn’t stop his work for him. So, Price tried to pretend he wasn’t attached, because it hurt more when he acknowledged that he was.

After a moment, Price pulled back. He let himself relax back into the tub, turning his eyes toward the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to feel Nik’s eyes burning into him. He could never really handle the heat that the other man fixed him with, the heat and the love and the adoration. It was all too much for him. Too much. Not enough. Not what he wanted.

Several moments of silence passed between the two, Price didn’t move. He didn’t know if Nik was expecting something from him, if the man was waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t speak. He would let Nikolai control where they went from here because he couldn’t trust himself to do it. He couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t try to kiss the man and get to his knees and beg for him to just leave with him. He just couldn’t trust himself.

Finally, Nikolai began to move, pushing himself from his kneeled position next to the tub and stretching up into the air in a way that was all too appealing for Price. His eyes traced the lines of Nikolai’s skin, marking out familiar paths that he’d spent so many nights tracing with his fingers, knowing he would be forced to leave the following day. “Come, John.” Price’s eyes traced up to Where Nikolai was watching him, a small smile pulling at his lips as he did, “Come, you’re clean.”

“So I’m welcome in your bed now?” Price asked playfully, pushing himself up from the now murky bathwater. He accepted Nikolai’s help out of the tub and allowed the other man to begin to dry him with a soft towel. Price had no issue standing in front of the other man bare, or in feeling the towel across his skin. The two had seen each other in every state of undress and situations far worse than simply standing naked.

“You,” Nik tossed the towel to the side and started to guide Price toward the bed, gently turning him as he did, “are welcome in my bed at all times, dusha moya.” He kept his touch on Price’s skin gentle, even as he pushed him and manhandled him how he liked. Price would never understand how the man had come to be so large, how he’d come to be so strong. He would never complain about it though.

The back of his legs hit the bed and he let himself fall backward to sit on the soft mattress, his head tilted up so that he could meet Nik’s eyes. Nikolai’s hands traced along his bare chest, running through the hair that dotted his skin before rising up to stroke slowly over his shoulders, almost reverently. “Unless I’m dirty?” Price teased the man again, a grin on his lips even as his body lit up red.

Nikolai gave a huff, but it was undermined by the laugh that cut through it. A matching grin pulled to his face as he used his hands on Price’s shoulders to push him back, gently applying pressure until Price was laid on the bed beneath him. “You would not want a dirty cowboy in your bed either.” He moved to hover over Price before lowering himself to begin pressing kisses along his neck again.

His lips traced across Price’s skin and the man could only tilt his head back and offer Nik more room to do whatever he liked. His head felt fuzzy and his chest felt warm. He felt content, he felt like he belonged. He felt like he was smoking a cigar and watching the sunset. “Besides,” Nik whispered as his kisses became more entwined with the press of his teeth and tongue, “It’s much nicer to taste a clean cowboy than a dirty one.”

Moments later and his mouth found Price’s, his tongue slipping between just parted lips. Price gave a contented sigh and pressed closer. Nikolai tasted like home.

Perhaps Nikolai was a fool. He questioned it often, he questioned himself often. He’d fucked up a lot in his life. Really, he had. And yet, he struggled to call himself a fool.

The first time that he should have called himself a fool was when he was fifteen. He’d left Russia and his family and everything he’d ever known behind because…well because he wanted something different. He didn’t want to just be, he wanted to live. So he’d snuck his way onto a ship and months of scrounging and stealing later and he’d found himself hopping off of the ship in the West. He had nothing with him. He thought he’d be fine.

He wasn’t fine. He’d somehow through slow negotiating and the kindness of strangers that he met along the way, found himself three years later starving in a small town in one of the new Western territories. He had nothing. He was hungry, he was desperate, he was…young. Eighteen, spotted by some noblewoman who took a liking to him, a liking to his stature and his strength. She’d whispered that he would make a killing. He thought she’d meant for himself. She hadn’t.

He was a twenty-three-year-old stuck in a shitty contract that was only legal because it wasn’t a state he lived in, only a territory. He was owned, he was nothing more than his body. Thrown into a life where whoever had the most coin would get to spend a night in his arms. The contract was clever, designed so he’d never be able to pay his way out of it. He was stuck.

He was twenty-three when he met John Price. Price himself was a twenty-one-year-old fresh-faced deputy, all smiles and grins as he spoke to Nikolai. As though he didn’t understand that he hadn’t paid for a chat, he’d paid for a fuck. He hadn’t let Nikolai fuck him. And, in the nights that he’d returned, months of buying him out to chat and ask questions, he still never once let Nikolai pull him beneath the sheets.

Nik thought that was what made him start falling for Price initially. Price didn’t look at him like he was just an object to be paid for, he looked at him like he was a person. So Nik was twenty-three and falling in love with a deputy.

Nik was thirty when Price asked him to leave. Nik was thirty. He was still trapped. He wanted to say yes…he couldn’t. He watched Price leave instead.

Nikolai was now thirty-nine. He was older, bordering on the age at which many people in his business were forced to quit. He was no longer owned. He worked for himself and himself alone while he waited and prayed that Price would ask him to leave again. Price never did.

That wasn’t the point anymore. The point now, as it stood, was that Nikolai was old. His clients were slowing down. The days that he would go with no one to offer him coin for a night only seemed to grow. He knew what was going on, he knew he was becoming undesirable. He knew that soon, he would have to figure out some way to support himself again, or he’d be back on the streets. Cold, hungry, alone.

Roach had told him time and time again that he would never let that happen. Nik was one of his boys, a funny statement considering he was much older than the owner of the little brothel, that he’d always have a place and a job with him. Nik had never wanted to accept that, it felt like charity. He wanted to earn his way, to prove himself, he didn’t want everything handed to him. But, he knew his time was running out.

That was why he hadn’t thrown out the letter.

It sat in front of him now, unassuming and plain against the dark wood of the little desk in his room. He stared at it, just tracing the creamy white color with his eyes. It was so pristine, so nice. It spelled…something new for him. Something decent. A way to take care of himself, to make sure he would never have to accept charity from anyone else again. It should have been easy for him to look at the letter. It wasn’t.

It wasn’t easy. Not when he had the scent of Price lingering on his bed sheets and the sounds of him crying his name in his ears. Not when he had years of love and friendship bouncing around in his mind, years of waiting. It felt like…like accepting what was in front of him, what had been offered to him, it felt like throwing all of that away. He didn’t want to throw it away.

He tilted his head back with a sigh, rolling his neck to try and relieve some of the tension from his body. It never seemed to work, but still, he tried. He wished that Price was there with him, that he wasn’t sitting at the desk alone. Price wasn’t there, he’d left moments prior to go downstairs and collect his men before setting off to work. Nik hated to see him leave, but he took solace in the fact that Price was meant to be back in a few days.

He tilted his head to the side, a little smile ticking up his lips as he caught sight of the hat sitting on the dresser in the corner. A chuckle escaped his lips and soon he was up and across the room to snatch the hat up. Leave it to Price to forget something so dear to him before leaving. He gave a quick tut before moving out of his room and toward the stairs quickly, hoping to catch Price before he really set off. He thought the man might notice, but he might not. And, it gave him an excuse to have just a moment longer with him.

He stopped at the top of the stairs with a start, confusion overtaking him as he spotted Price at the bar, talking with Roach. The gaming parlor was practically empty at this time of day, so even at his spot at the top of the stairwell, he could hear the two’s conversation quite easily. He’d expected Price to be gone or leaving already, and he could assume that the others were waiting outside considering Soap and Ghost weren’t hovering as close to Roach as they could get. So he wondered why Price was still inside.

“-says you don’t pay.” He caught the end of Roach’s words as he took a careful step down the stairs, trying not to distract them. “He says you’re a guest, not a client. You don’t pay for your time with him.” Roach crossed his arms over his chest and fixed Price with an annoyed look. Based on his face, it was clear this was an argument they’d had before. Nikolai could feel dread bubbling up in his gut at the thought. He tightened his hand on Price’s hat.

Price gave a chuckle and pushed several coins toward Roach on the bar, “We have this argument every time, Roach. I want to pay.” He leaned against the bar, “Can we just skip ahead, you know that you always accept the money. Why do this whole song and dance?”

“I do this whole ‘song and dance’ for Nikolai,” Roach glared down the man in front of him, “He doesn’t want you to pay, I respect those wishes. With the way that the two of you are…I thought you would as well.”

Nik’s heart beat faster in his chest and his head felt as though it was filled with cotton. He thought his breathing might be shallow, but he couldn’t tell beyond the faint feeling that took over and the blood rushing through him. Price had been paying for him? Even…even after Roach had told him that he didn’t want him to pay?

“I do this for Nik,” Price’s voice was harsh and the tone of it made Nikolai flinch. Roach didn’t flinch, he just raised an eyebrow at Price in an unimpressed manner. “Take the money,” Price pushed it forward again, “take it as a donation if you have to. I don’t care. I just want it going to Nikolai.”

There was a long moment before, with a deep sigh, Roach leaned forward to swipe the money from the bar. Nikolai could see the scowl on his face, but he could hardly think or react. Price had just paid for him. John had just paid for him.

“Get out of my bar,” Roach barked at the man. Price shook his head and tapped a hand on the bar for a few moments before pushing himself back and starting to gather up his things. Nikolai watched him for several moments, unable to really do much other than watch the man.

“I’ll be back in a few days with the boys,” Price turned to Roach with a careful look on his face, “I know you’re pissed, but I do this for a reason.” Nikolai wondered what his reason could be. There was only one thing he could believe, only one thing that he could think of. Price didn’t want to be his guest. Price wanted to keep that wall of separation. He wanted a way to keep himself and Nikolai from ever getting past what they were.

“John,” his voice carried across the bar before he could even register that he’d spoken. His voice caught Price’s attention, and the man was quick to plaster a grin on as he turned to look at him. Nik didn’t say anything, he just held up the hat for Price to see.

In a second, the other man was crossing the room in quick strides, moving quickly and quietly up the stairs to meet him where he stood. The hat was taken gently from his hands and a quick and careful kiss was pressed against his lips. Nik wondered if the kiss was even real.

“Thank you, love, would have had a shit few days without this.” Price gave him a smile and pressed another kiss against his cheek. “I’ll be back soon.” The words were whispered against his skin before another kiss was pressed to his cheek. Price was off then, moving down the stairs quickly and toward the front of the building with a wave toward Roach.

Nik barely had enough time to call, “Be safe,” to him before he was out the door with one last wink sent over his shoulder toward him. The sound of the front door of the house closing seemed to echo around the empty gaming parlor. He stood still for several long moments, just watching the place where Price had just disappeared, taking his heart along with him. Slowly, he let his eyes trail over to the bar.

He met Roach’s eyes and he could see even from his place at the top of the stairs the guilt that seemed to be written on his face. Guilt and…was it pity? No, not pity, just sorrow. Roach was upset on his behalf. The younger man was smart, he knew everything, he probably knew about the letter sitting neatly in the upstairs room, and he likely knew how dear Price was to him.

Nik thought about the letter sitting upstairs, about the pristine creamy white envelope with the letter inside, the one he’d poured over countless times already. He thought, maybe now was the time to look it over again, to really consider what he was being offered.

“Um,” he turned slightly but kept his eyes on Roach’s for a long moment, “I’ll be upstairs if uh if anyone comes in for me.” He didn’t wait for a response before turning and starting up the stairs, his movement slow. He was in no rush. After all, he knew that with how business had been for him the past several months, he would have no clients until Price returned.

“Kamarov, huh?” Roach dropped the letter gently to his desk, his eyes tilting up toward Nikolai knowingly. Nik had no doubt that the man had known about the letter and its contents, but this was clearly the first he’d gotten the exact details of it. “He has always seemed to enjoy you more than a client strictly would.” A small teasing smile pulled at the edge of his lips, “You’re his bad boy aren’t you?”

Nik could feel his face head up red and he gave a groan, burying his face in his hands as he did. “Please do not remind me,” he shook his head lightly, an almost choked laugh leaving his throat, “The man is interesting, that is for certain.”

Roach hummed, an amused smile still painting his lips, “Interesting is certainly one way to describe it. Interesting and offering you…something good. Something sustainable.” Nikolai wanted to sigh at those words, but instead, he just rubbed tiredly at his face again. They both knew what this conversation was, so he supposed that there was no reason to draw it out.

“Yes,” he agreed finally, straightening up in his seat so that he was sitting tall. It helped to make him feel more confident than he truly was with the decision. “It’s a good deal for me, I’ll be taken care of, have a stipend. A house. I would be a fool to refuse the offer.”

“You will be married,” Roach stated plainly. He tilted the letter toward him with his finger, his eyes tracing over it once again, “Not only married but married to a client. There is more to consider than what money it will afford you.” He leaned forward, tilting himself so that his arms were against the desk and he could lean closer to Nik across the table. Nik knew exactly what he was going to say before he spoke. “Price,” his face softened, “you know that, I mean you understand that-”

“It will be the end of my relationship with him,” Nik leaned back in his seat, trying to breathe through the thought. He started tapping his heel, needing some way to get the anxious energy out of his body. “I’ve thought it through…I think it's for the best.”

“You love him,” Roach spoke the words plainly, as though they weren’t digging into his heart.

“I do,” Nik confirmed. There was no point denying it, no point hiding it. They both knew. Nikolai had never been able to hide it, it was practically ingrained into his bones with how deep it ran. There was quiet that fell over the two before Nik confessed, “I know he’s been paying.”

He looked away from Roach but he could still feel the younger man’s gaze burning into his skin. Seconds ticked past with no response, but he could hear the way that Roach tapped his fingers against his desk, a nervous habit of his that Nik had picked up on only months after being brought under his service. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Nikolai answered carefully. “I should have known. Things haven’t been the same between us for…too long.”

“He loves you.”

Those words did pull a stuttered breath from Nikolai’s lungs. He had to grip tight to the arm of the chair he was in just to pull himself back together enough to respond. “He did,” he agreed, “at one point he did. Now is different, something is different. Our chance, my chance is gone. This is my last option.”

Roach joined his hands together, twirling his thumbs around one another for a long moment before he asked, “You’re not here to talk this through, are you? You’ve already made up your mind?” All he received in response was a quick nod from Nikolai. Silence sat between the two for a long moment. Roach didn’t look particularly happy, but as usual, he would support his workers, no matter what. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon,” Nikolai answered easily. “A um, a stagecoach will pick me up and take me to the next town over. I’ll leave on the train in the morning.” He hesitated for a moment before explaining, “I’ve already started clearing out my room.”

“Right then,” Roach cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. Nikolai thought that he was trying distinctly to look unbothered by what he’d just been told. “I supposed congratulations are in order then,” he gave him a small smile, “I’ll be sad not to have you around, but I’m happy for you all the same.”

“Thank you,” Nikolai gave him a small nod and a soft smile and that was all there was to it. Nik had made his decision. Roach respected that.

Price and his boys didn’t get back until hours after Nikolai had left. It was almost perfectly timed just the way that they’d missed one another. One would have almost thought that it was planned. It didn’t matter if it was or wasn’t, in the end, what mattered was that Price didn’t arrive back at the Silk House until Nikolai was already gone.

He came in like he normally would, moments after his boys had stepped inside, only this time things were different. Rather than the three men gathered around the bar with Soap and Ghost trying desperately to hold Roach’s attention, rather than Gaz leaning over the bar so that he could watch Jackson mix drinks together as he flirted, all three of the men were gathered together. They were gathered together in front of Roach, with wide eyes and something that spelled trouble on their faces.

He made a line to the group immediately, forgoing his usual path straight up to Nikolai’s room. “What’s happened?” He asked when he was close enough. Immediately he had the eyes of the little group on him. Roach looked the most normal out of them, but even he noticed his clenched jaw and the way he wouldn’t fully meet his eyes.

“Cap,” Gaz started. His voice broke toward the end and he snapped his mouth shut, looking away as though he couldn’t physically bring himself to explain. Price looked between the group, dread building in his gut. They’d all been their usual excited selves when they’d arrived, he couldn’t understand what had changed.

“What?” He tried again, his voice more serious. He needed someone to explain what had happened. To explain why they were all looking at him like he might collapse before their eyes.

“Price,” it was Roach who finally spoke, Price thought he should have suspected it would be him able to piece himself together enough to explain, “Nikolai isn’t here.”

Price blinked at him, trying to figure out why that was such a big deal. So Nikolai wasn’t there, Price would just wait for him to get back from whatever errand he was running. He’d done it before and Nik never seemed to mind finding him waiting on his bed, spread out and waiting for him. “That’s all?” He started, “Why are you-”

“Nikolai left,” Roach explained. He met Price’s eyes carefully and with a sudden, startling, and overwhelming clarity, Price understood what he was trying to say. Dread crept up his spine and seemed to slither around his body in long tendrils. They wrapped around his throat and sat there as a burning presence for several moments. Roach straightened up before adding, “He’s getting married.”

The tendrils tightened, and with it, Price felt he could no longer breathe.

“You’ve been so stressed lately, dusha moya,” Nikolai muttered the words against his skin, his teeth and tongue teasing over Price’s hip. A moment later and he fixed his mouth in one place to begin sucking a mark there, pulling a low groan from Price’s mouth. Once he’d left a healthy bruise in his wake, he returned to licking and teasing the skin with his teeth. “I can feel it.”

He traced his lips up the line of Price’s body, stopping temporarily to tease and suck at his nipples, causing Price to quickly bury a hand in his hair, trying to tug him closer as he arched up into the touch. He could feel Nik chuckling against his skin. “What has you so stressed right now? Hmm?”

Price gasped as Nik continued his path up his body, tracing slow kisses along his neck as he did. Finally, those kisses traced over his chin before finding his lips. The kiss was a slow thing, slow and deep. Price allowed Nik his control this time and only whimpered when the other man grabbed his chin to tilt his head just how he wanted him. It only made everything feel that much more intense.

Nikolai moved his leg, pressing his thigh right against Price’s hard and dripping length, pulling a moan from his lips just as he opened his mouth to respond. Nik continued his assault on Price’s skin, pressing his adoration into every touch, stroke, and tease. He wanted more than anything for the man beneath him to feel how he felt for him, to understand just how much he was adored.

“I,” Price tilted his head back again and bucked his hips against Nikolai’s thigh, moaning at the resulting friction that came from the move, “Did you know that you make it so difficult to focus?” Price’s skin felt hot as Nik gave a rumbling chuckle against him, but his heart fluttered in his chest all the same.

“I could say the same to you,” Nik responded easily. He nipped at Price’s neck, “You’re a lovely distraction though.” He let one of his hands trail over Price’s chest, feeling along the skin with a gentle, almost reverent, hand.

Price used the hand that he had threaded through Nik’s hair to guide him down into another kiss. This one was slower, and wasn’t so much one kiss as several presses of their lips together, in a careful dance. After a moment, Price tugged back to press their forehead together, a press of skin as they locked eyes and slowly rutted against the other, shared gasps and moans spilling into the silence of the space between them.

“Fuck,” Price pressed them closer, letting their lips hover together as the pleasure build between them. Now they shared the same breath, hardly any space between them as they continued rutting and writhing together. They were a mess of sweat and heat as they took pleasure in the friction of each other. “Just, oh fuck, just like that.”

“Like this?” Nik rocked Price against just as he’d done moments before and with the answering moan he’d received, it was easy to just continue the movements. The feel of Price’s own body rubbing up against his hard cock made for a surge of mutual lust and pleasure. Neither of them wanted it to stop, so they didn’t, they just continued to press against the other and seek the warmth that was slowly searing through their veins to build a delicious pressure.

Price came first, writhing and shaking in Nik’s hands as the other man continued to work him against his thigh, not letting up until he was collapsing on top of him with a gasp, his own finish finding him suddenly. It was a quick interaction, but something that both of them enjoyed.

Soft kisses were shared between them, just a slow press of comforting lips as Nik whispered praises into Price's skin. “So good,” and “so perfect,” and “I love you.” Each spoken with a reverence and truth that left Price no choice but to believe it. Several quiet moments passed by like this, and Price enjoyed the feeling of being in Nikolai’s arms, of being close. It made him want…it made him wish…

“I quit,” he spoke quietly.

Nikolai went quiet and, after a moment, he pulled back so he could look at Price. He hovered over him and watched him for a long moment, tilting his head at him carefully. “You quit?” He didn’t sound upset with him, he just sounded confused. “Why?”

“I can’t do anything as deputy,” Price spoke carefully, “the sheriff is on everyone’s payroll. He looks the other way for things. I…I can’t do that. So I quit.”

Nik pushed himself back further until he was sitting back on his heels, looking down at Price. Price followed suit and used his hands to push himself up into a sitting position, watching Nik carefully. “Oh,” Price couldn’t read his face, “So…where will you go now? What will you do now?”

“I’m not sure,” Price leaned forward, trying to get closer to him, “I want to help people. I want to, I don’t know, try to fix things. But I don’t know how I’m going to do that yet.”

“Well,” Nik reached out to brush a hand through his hair, “if anyone can do it, there’s no doubt in my mind that it will be you.” Price went hot at the words, a sense of pride running through him. Nikolai’s support meant more to him than anyone else's, having his support was exhilarating.

Price thought then about what had been weighing on his mind recently. He would be leaving town which meant leaving Nikolai. Unless, well unless it didn’t. He loved the man, he adored him with every fiber of his being. Nikolai loved him. He didn’t doubt that. So, surely, Nikolai would be willing to come with him.

“I wanted to ask,” Price moved closer and lifted a hand to cup Nikolai’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the skin as he did, “I love you and, and I don’t want to leave you.” Nikolai leaned into his hand, a relieved sigh leaving him as he heard Price’s words. “So, I was thinking, you should…you could come with me? Leave this and we could find something new together.”

A quiet settled over the room. Price watched Nik’s face fall and he felt as the man slowly pulled away from his touch. Price could feel his heart sink into his chest before Nikolai even spoke. “John,” his voice was soft, like he was trying to offer comfort for the heartbreak he was about to give, “I can’t.”

“Nik-”

“I love you,” Nik reached forward to run a hand over his shoulder, “but I can’t. I have to stay here, they won’t,” he cut himself off with a huff and muttered several words in Russian. “It isn’t, well, you know they have,” he gave another annoyed huff, unable to find the right words. He didn’t have to, Price understood him perfectly well.

“Nik,” He reached out a hand and let it land on the man’s knee, “You don’t have to explain. I understand.” He hated to say it, but he understood perfectly well. Nikolai wouldn’t leave for him. Nik wanted to stay in the business.

Nik gave him a terrible frown and Price could see tears gather in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I’m sorry.”

Despite how bad his chest hurt, despite the devastation and heartbreak he felt, Price couldn’t stand to see Nik look so upset. “It’s alright,” he answered back, “I’m alright.”

He wasn’t alright, but he would say whatever he had to for Nikolai’s peace of mind.

Price was a mess, a proper fucking mess.

Bent over a bar with tears staining his face, his third drink in hand, he hated himself in that moment. He’d never wanted to get to this point, some depressed sop sitting at a bar filled with pity for themselves. He’d even taken to talking, just speaking words about his relationship with Nikolai through his tears. He thought he was truly pathetic, a true mess of a man.

“Maybe we slow down with the drinks,” Roach watched with thinly veiled worry as he drained his third drink quickly, just the same as he’d done the first two. “I won’t have you puking on my floor.”

Price could see the glance that the man shared with his boys, the worry that they all shared. Price thought they were right to worry, he honestly wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with this. It was always Nik that he thought about returning to. Always Nikolai who had him planning and carefully executing everything his team did. He needed to be careful so he could make it back, so he could see Nik again. Now? Now what did he have to be careful for?

“I thought he loved me,” Price leaned forward to bury his face in his arms, “I thought he loved me. Maybe not as much as I wanted him to, maybe not as much as I did, but I really thought he loved me.”

Roach’s attention left the boys and came back to him. Price could see him narrow his eyes down at him and straighten up taller. “Nik does love you,” he wrinkled his nose, “he thought you didn’t love him. That’s why he left.”

“Why would he think that?” Price didn’t believe him. Why would Nik leave if he loved him? Why would Nik ever believe that he wasn’t so enamored with him? He’d asked him to leave all those years ago, it had been Nik who said no. “I made my feelings clear.”

“Yeah,” Roach snorted, “paying for him when he didn’t want you to certainly made those feelings clear.” His face was hard and Price once again found himself wondering what the man had against the idea of Price trying to help Nikolai out. He’d always paid for Nik and he’d only been told he didn’t have to when the other man started working at the Silk House. He wanted to pay because he wanted to help. Because he loved him.

Price shot him a glare, “I paid because I loved him. I wanted to take care of him, why don’t you seem to get that?”

His words were snappy and Roach had no qualms snapping back, “Because to us you aren’t paying to take care of us, you’re paying to have us for a night.” He bared his teeth and, at that moment, Price remembered that the man in front of him wasn’t just the owner of the establishment, but was an entertainer and worker just as much as Nik was. “The message you send when you pay is that you are a client. Not a lover, not a friend, not someone who cares about the person you’re with, just another client who wants a warm place to stick their cock for the night.”

Price gaped at the man for a long moment. He’d never considered it that way, he’d never thought how it might look to Nikolai or Roach. He’d just assumed…he’d just thought that he was helping. His intentions were good. He loved Nik and he wanted to care for him. A part of him felt embarrassed at the fact that Roach had needed to explain something so simple to him, another part of him felt like he needed to defend himself.

“Even so,” Price grumbled out, “he was the one who chose this life over me. He turned me down when I asked him to leave with me, to build a life somewhere else with just the two of us.” He looked down at the bar, tracing his fingers over the counter in front of him with a low sigh.

“What?” Roach turned away from him to reach back and start pouring him another drink, Price was grateful for it. “I seriously doubt Nik would do that.”

“He did, back when he worked at the other place.”

The glass of alcohol suddenly slammed down in front of him on the bar, spilling bits of the liquid onto the bar and soaking into his shirt. “Hey-!”

“What did you say?” Roach’s voice was tight and Price could see how tense the man was, how hard he was gripping the glass in front of him. Something about it spelled danger for him, but he continued nonetheless.

“Back at the old place,” he started nervously, “I asked him to come with me and he turned me down. He chose the job over me, if he loved me-”

“You’re an idiot.” There was a moment of silence that hovered over the group. Price just looked at Roach, witnessing the rage that sat across his features. As usual, he couldn’t understand what it was that had earned him such ire from the younger man.

“Roach,” That was Soap, his voice low and hesitant, as though he was also afraid to speak.

“No,” Roach cut him off with a short glare, “he’s an idiot.” he pulled the glass away from Price and turned to dump the contents out in a little bucket before setting the thing to the side to be cleaned. When he turned back, he made a point to wipe up the alcohol he’d spilled as he spoke, “Nik didn’t turn you down because he chose the job, he turned you down because he actually couldn’t leave. He was under contract.”

“Contract?” Price questioned slowly. There was something sick sitting in his throat, something that told him that Nik had been trying to explain something more than he thought back in that room.

“That’s how some of the brothels get their workers,” Roach explained, glaring at his counter, “They trick you into a contract, you’re forced to work for them until you can pay them back. They make it near impossible to pay them back, you’re stuck. You try to run, well they’ve usually got the law in their pocket so you end up in jail or right back where you started.”

Price swallowed harshly, a terrible sense of clarity hitting him. “But,” he started dumbly, “contracts like that are against the law.”

Roach slammed his hand down on the bar, “Damn it, Price!” He leaned closer to him, glaring him down as he spoke, “When are you going to realize there is no law here? There’s only what your money can buy.”

Price swallowed hard. It was a lesson he knew, one he’d been forced to learn many times over. When he was a deputy, when he’d trusted a man on a payroll, when he’d been forced to face an old friend on opposite sides, and now he was forced to learn it again. Only this time, it wasn’t because he’d been betrayed or let down, it was because he’d been naive. Too naive.

Slowly, shakily, he pushed himself up from his seat at the bar. He had to go. He had to find Nik. “I,” he took in a shaky breath as he looked up at Roach, “I have to-”

“Go,” Roach nodded to him, “drinks are on the house.” Roach turned to his boys then, “You lot go with him. He’s three drinks deep with a train to catch and I’ll be damned if he misses it and the man he loves because of it.” His eyes lingered over Soap and Ghost for a moment before he turned back to Price, “Get out of my bar.”

Price listened.

Price didn’t stop for anything the entire night. From the moment he got back on his horse to the moment that he could see that little town in the distance where the train station was, he never once considered stopping. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t stop until he’d spoken to Nik. Stopped him from getting on that train or spilled his guts to him and let him decide what to do from there.

It was quite possibly the most stressful ride of Price’s life and, as the sun started rising over the small town he pushed his horse harder. He would need to give her a long rest after the night, but for now, he encouraged her to push from the steady trot she’d been at all night into a full run. He knew Nik’s train would be taking off soon. He didn’t have much time left.

As soon as he reached the station he was off of his horse. His feet hit the ground before she fully stopped moving and soon he was wrapping her lead tight around a post and whispering a quick, “Stay put,” to her before taking off.

He weaved through crowds of people as fast as he could, shoving at some people where it was necessary. Of course, there were many angry shouts toward him and a few people who shoved him back, but he hardly paid them any mind as he started scanning the long lines of people filing onto the train.

Everything was so chaotic with people constantly moving and talking as they filed on board, Price felt lost just as much as he felt desperate and panicked. He needed to move quicker, at this rate Nik was likely already on the train. It was that thought that had him pushing past the line of people and shoving the ticket collector out of his way so that he could jump onto the train in a rush.

He could hear people shouting behind him, likely chasing after him to try and remove him from the train but he pressed on. He pushed past people, rushing through the cart and checking every seat as he moved. He jumped to the next cart just as easily, even as he could hear the ticket collectors getting closer to him, calling for him to stop and demanding that he get off the train at once.

It wasn’t until the third cart that he finally found Nikolai. It was a nicer cart, much less crowded, so he had no problem spotting the head of dark hair at the back. Nik wasn’t looking at him, he was sitting next to some man whom Price didn’t recognize, speaking quietly.

He moved quickly down the aisle of the train before calling, “Nik!” He watched Nikolai look up at him, his eyes widening and his mouth forming the shape of his name. He felt relief for one slow moment before he was grabbed roughly from behind and restrained by two of the ticket takers. He struggled against him as they yanked him out of the cart, even managing to get a good hit on one of the men. In the end, though, it was fruitless and he was tossed off of the train and back onto the platform.

He tried several more times to get back on the train, but now that he’d done it once he had men watching him. Station security and the ticket takers had him in their sights and he never managed to get close to the train again. It was much easier for them to watch him once most of the passengers had boarded and, before long, the train was taking off as one of the security men pushed him toward the front of the station to make him leave. He was powerless to do anything other than watch the train leave, taking Nik with it.

By the time the boys caught up with him, he was sitting on the front steps of the station, his head buried in his hands as tears leaked from his eyes. He wiped them away carefully as the three men approached him, sorry looks on their faces. They knew he’d missed him. It would be clear for anyone to see from the state of him.

“Alright, Cap?” Gaz asked carefully, taking a step closer to him as he did. Price could only give a watery chuckle and shake his head. “I’m sorry.”

“I saw him,” Price explained, “I was so close. I was right there and I just…I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” He rubbed at his eyes again, feeling completely exhausted. He was sure this was the most weak he’d felt in his life. Nothing more than a shell of a man sitting on the steps of a train station, having lost one of the most important things in his life because of his own idiocy. “God, I’m an idiot.”

“I wouldn’t call you an idiot, though forcing your way onto a train certainly wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done.”

Price was on his feet in a second, whipping around to face the taller man in all of his glory. His heart beat quicker in his chest and, for a startling second, he thought that this couldn’t be real. That he was hallucinating. “Nik,” he breathed his name carefully, like he was afraid if he spoke it too loud the other man would disappear.

“I,” Nik took several slow steps closer to him, “hope I didn’t get off of the train just for you to tell me goodbye?”

“No,” Price shook his head, stepping closer to him just the same, “No, I don’t have any intentions of saying goodbye. Not again.” He reached up to tangle his hand in Nikolai’s hair, using his grip to tug the other man down to his height. “I have something to ask you.”

Nik’s breath caught in his throat and Price could feel as his hands settled over his hips, squeezing just slightly. “Ask me, then.”

“Leave with me? Come with me?” He tilted his forehead against Nikolai’s as he waited for a response. With such limited proximity between them, it was as though they were sharing their air, sharing breaths. A grin pulled at Nikolai’s lips and, this time, he gave only a simple response to the question.

“Yes.”

“This was long overdue I think.” Price gave a content sigh, letting a hand run through Nik’s hair carefully, undoing any tangles that he could as the other man placed kisses along his hip. He gasped a bit as he felt Nik’s fingers teasing around his hole, moments later and the man’s other hand lifted to wrap around his hard cock, giving several steady strokes of his hand along the heated skin.

Nik chuckled against him as he moaned and gasped, wiggling a bit when one of his fingers slipped inside of him to tease with slow thrusts and curls. “What, have I not fucked you enough?” Nik teased him, punctuating his words with another slow thrust of his finger, pulling a shaky moan from Price once again.

“You know,” he gasped as Nik sped both of his hands up, fucking into him that much quicker and matching those thrusts with the hand on his cock. “God, you know that isn’t what I meant. Fuck, another, I can take another.”

Nik understood immediately what he was asking for and was quick to slowly push another oil-slicked finger in beside his first, slowly working his fingers in and out and stretching him open under his touch. He pressed a careful kiss to Price’s thigh as the man gasped and moaned, calling his name in a high voice. He was practically torturing him with his fingers, expertly stretching him and teasing him at the same time.

With every slow pump of his fingers inside of him, he made a point to just brush against his prostate, teasing him by never giving any true stimulation to the nerves. It made Price squirm in his grasp and soon enough he was gasping the word, “Tease!” at him. Nikolai only chuckled and nipped at the skin of Price’s hip, biting down just enough to pull a yelp from him before laving his tongue over the skin.

“I think I have the right to tease,” Nik commented, licking and sucking marks down Price’s leg and over his inner thighs. Finally, he let his tongue begin tracing over Price’s hard cock. He started by licking a stripe over his balls before continuing the move of his tongue all the way up the length of his cock. He slid a third finger in beside his first two, quickening his fingers to tease alongside his exploring tongue.

“This is,” Price’s hips bucked up into Nikolai’s mouth as the other wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, “fuck, Nik! Please, god, just keep doing that!” He tilted his head back, panting harshly as the other man’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. His hips continued to give little jumps into the warm sensation around his cock, but Nik didn’t seem to mind, sucking at him in time with his thrusts. “God, you’re so good at that,” Price whined.

Price tightened his hand in Nik’s hair, pulling a groan from the man around his cock and forcing his hips to jump up once again at the sensation. The move only made Nik give a short chuckle, and before Price could even think, the other man was pounding and twisting his fingers inside of him as he moaned with his mouth around his cock. It was overwhelming in the best way.

The heat in Price’s body seemed to only increase, arousal spilling down his spine to pool in his gut until he was an aching whining mess. Nik was working him closer and closer to his end with every moan and flick of his tongue. Then there were his fingers, still just teasing over his prostate in a too much and yet not enough move. Price had half a mind to reach down and hold Nik’s arm steady as he fucked himself on his fingers, but he knew that Nikolai wouldn’t allow the move.

So, instead, he tugged at Nik’s hair again and bucked into his mouth, moaning several expletives around the near chant of Nik’s name. “Nik, Nik, fuck need, oh fuck! Nik please!” Nikolai’s free hand grasped at his thigh and gave a quick squeeze in response to his begging. Soon, that hand was helping him buck up, encouraging him to fuck his mouth as his fingers continued to stretch and tease him open.

Price could hardly speak, only able to push out harsh gasps and high moans as he took what Nik gave him. It wasn’t long until his legs were shaking and his hips lost the rhythm they’d been keeping. He knew he was close, and he couldn’t help but tug at Nik’s hair again as he shook, trying to get the other man to move faster and help him find the release that he craved so much. Instead, what he received was Nik pulling his fingers out of him and pulling off of his cock with a quiet pop.

“Nik,” Price tossed his head back against the pillows of the bed with a groan, the pleasure that had been building inside of him slowly ebbing away as he did, “God you’re so mean.”

Nik leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips in response, his own hard cock pressing up against Price’s ass as he did so. “Sorry, dusha moya.” He pressed another sweet kiss to his lips before rutting his cock against Price’s ass, pulling a slow moan from his lips. “But,” he traced kisses down Price’s neck, “When you cum, I want it to be on my cock. Yes?”

Price could only moan at the words and nod his head rapidly, heat rushing through him at the thought. He was quick to wrap his arms around Nik’s neck and pull him back up to his lips for a desperate sloppy kiss. “Go on,” he muttered between kisses, “fuck me then.”

Nik could only mutter out a desperate, “God yes,” against his lips before he was pulled back into a kiss. He wasted no time in guiding the tip of his cock between Price’s cheeks and pressing himself slowly against Price’s hole. At the first slip of his head inside of Price, they both broke apart to gasp.

Nik buried his face in Price’s neck, his breathing heavy as he slowly pushed into the man beneath him. Within several long moments, he’d managed to bury his cock fully inside of Price. The two men took several long moments to breathe, sharing the other’s space as they did. Nik pressed kisses along Price’s throat, tracing the line that he always took to explore down the other’s body. He waited patiently, waited for Price to be ready for him.

“Please,” Price let his hands trace over Nik’s back, “come on, fuck me like I told you to.” That was all the permission that Nik needed. He pulled back, moving until there was only a bit of him still inside of Price. He sat like that for a long moment and Price nearly shook with anticipation before calling, “Come on- Fuck!”

Just like that, Nik slammed back inside of him, immediately setting a quick and harsh pace as he fucked into him. Price could only scramble for purchase, gripping and clawing at the skin of Nik’s back as the other man guided himself to hit expertly inside of him. Every thrust of his cock seemed to brush up against that spot inside of him and Price could have sworn that he was seeing stars.

Nothing seemed to exist outside of the two men in that moment. It was just them and the steady rhythm that Nik set for them. Neither of them could stay quiet, moans and praises for the other dripping from their lips like the steady flow of a fountain. With every call of Nik’s name, Price received a desperate moan and a gasp of his name in return. It felt right for them, being pressed so close, enjoying the other's body and their skin and the calls of their name from the other’s lips. It was right where they belonged.

“So good for me,” Nik muttered into Price’s ear, pressing kisses along his face as he did, “You feel so good, dusha moya, so good. So perfect. Just for me.” His hips sped up just a bit and, with the move, he began hitting Price’s prostate more directly, forcing a harsh gasp and moan from Price as pleasure began to rapidly build inside of him.

“God, fuck, Nik! Keep, yes, yes, yes, keep going, keep going just like that!” Price pulled the man’s body against his harder, his head tossed back to give the other better access to his neck. “Just for you,” he managed to mutter between the haze in his mind and the building desire in him. It was getting harder to focus and he knew that with how close he’d been earlier, he likely wouldn’t last very much longer. “Just for you.”

Nik groaned at his words and, before long, the two of them were able to do nothing more than moan, their noises mixing into the chorus of skin-slapping skin as their hips met with a bruising strength. As Price grew closer and closer to his end, he was only able to gasp and moan, tugging at Nik’s arms and his hips to try and communicate his needs.

Though he couldn’t say anything, Nik seemed to understand his predicament and soon he was slamming his hips into him, increasing the intensity of their coupling and sending Price hurtling over the edge with only a few quick thrusts. Price could do nothing but cry out Nik’s name, his body shaking around the continuing force of pleasure as Nik continued to thrust inside of him, seeking his own finish.

He found it moments later, with Price clenching down around him as he thrust inside of him. He came with a moan of Price’s name as his hips continued to shallowly fucking into the man beneath him, cum seeping out around his cock as he fucked it into the man.

When he finally stopped, the two of them were left with a comfortable quiet. The only sounds in the room were of their heavy breathing, both of them trying to catch their breath as their bodies tingled with the remnants of their orgasm. Neither of them spoke for several long moments, they didn’t even try, they just let the moment settle and enjoyed the quiet peace that they afforded each other.

It was Nik who broke the silence. He spoke between presses of his lips to Price’s skin, reverently tracing a path up to his lips. “I adore you,” he pressed a slow deep kiss against Price, their mouths immediately molding together in a way that spoke of the familiarity they shared with each other. “I love you.”

Price didn’t have to hide his response now. Between slow kisses, he returned the words, “I love you.” And there could be no doubt that he did.

#captain john price #nikolai cod #cod nikolai #nikprice #nikolai/price #price x nikolai #call of duty #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #cowboy au

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sdwolfpup · 4 months

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For the festive writing prompts, number 5. Or 10 if someone already did that. 🤗

Since no one did ask, here's 5. :)

5. "Someone spiked the eggnog!"

Jaime turned and found his arms suddenly filled with a huge, warm body.

They both staggered backward until he steadied himself and then the other person, who blinked down at him with shockingly blue eyes.

Of course it's her, he thought despairingly.

"Jaime!" Brienne smiled at him, far more happy to see him than she'd ever been, her big lips pulling back to reveal big teeth, freckles scrunching together into new patterns he'd never had a chance to study, no matter how many swim meets they'd competed at together.

He let her go as soon as she was stable. "Brienne," he said in greeting. She wavered a little and then giggled. It was the most astonishing thing he'd ever heard. "Are you all right?"

She leaned forward so close to him he wondered--hoped--for a fleeting second that she was about to kiss him, then whisper-yelled, "Somebody spiked the eggnog!"

Ah. So it was the alcohol that liked him, not the woman. Jaime took a step back. "I can smell."

He'd meant it to be cutting, a way to put the distance back between them that he'd worked so hard to maintain as they neared the end of their season. But she laughed again, louder this time, a braying splash of a sound that drenched him in warmth.

"You're so funny, Jaime," she sighed dreamily. She swayed in place, like a tree in the wind. "And handsome."

Jaime closed his eyes and cursed the uncaring gods for doing this to him. When he opened the again, she was staring at him like she was admiring a painting. He knew that look because he'd done it to her enough times in the last months, as their rivalry had turned to respect and then to attraction--at least on his side. He'd seen her in those sleek swimsuits, seen the ripple of her powerful back as she'd stroked cleanly through the water, too many times to ignore.

Then a month ago she'd fought a penalty one of the judges had unfairly issued him just because of his reputation, had nearly gotten herself kicked off the team in her righteous fury, until no one could argue against her and it had been discharged.

What was he supposed to do: not fall in love with her?

But for all she'd fought for him, she'd been even more stubbornly reticent to talk to him afterward, as if she'd given too much of her goodwill away on his behalf and was now trying to soak it back up. Jaime assumed she was just embarrassed to have taken his side, even if the cause had been just. So he'd done his best to shove his feelings back in their protective wrap.

It had been working until tonight.

"Jaime, Jaime, Jaime," Brienne said still in that voice like she might actually like him. Or at least his name. "I love watching you swim. You're like a god."

"Okay," he said, gently prying the cup from her hands. His cheeks were hot with embarrassment. "I think you need more water and less eggnog."

"Noooo," she whined. "Don't take my nog."

Jaime laughed and set the cup down. "You can have more nog after you have some water and realize what you're saying to me. Come on." He tentatively put his arm around her waist to lead her to the drink table, and she melted into his embrace so swiftly they nearly tipped over again. "Woah, there," he murmured, gifting himself one small sniff of her hair. There was the faint tang of chlorine under the berry smell.

"You're so honorable, too," she went on heedlessly. "You would never have been in on that bet."

He had no idea what bet she meant but he nodded in agreement. "I don't care for gambling."

She laughed again, though it wasn't as loud or as easy. "That's why you're so beautiful, you know. Because you're kind."

"Take that back," he said and she stopped in his arms, going immovable with surprising speed.

"But you are," she insisted with the firm conviction of the drunk. "You're not nice." She nearly spit out that word and he had to agree with her. "But you're kind. You're getting me water."

God, her eyes were so blue and sparkling, like a freshly cleaned pool. As inviting too, sincere as they seemed. But he couldn't let himself believe that sincerity, no matter how much he wanted to. Not when she was this many sheets to the wind.

"I'm getting you water because we have a meet tomorrow and I don't want you to mess it up for us," he said blithely, tugging her back to the table.

Her face fell as if he'd hurt her and he tried to be glad of it, to remember what it was like to enjoy landing hits against her, but now that he thought of it he wasn't sure he'd ever really enjoyed it.

"I'm too ugly to be loved." She announced it as a fact, like the sun rising in the east, as obvious and incontrovertible as science.

This time, Jaime stopped, and she stumbled into him again. "Who told you that?" he demanded as he steadied her, his arm going tight around her waist.

Brienne shook her head. "No one had to tell me. I've always known it was true."

He wanted to shake her. He wanted to kiss her. But both would be a bad choice when she was like this.

"Brienne, listen to me, and I hope you remember this when you're sober again: if someone can't see how remarkable you are just because you're tall or your lips are so full or your shoulders are so insanely broad, that's their problem, not yours. There are people who love you as you are right now, here in this very party." It was a risk, but the place was packed, he could have meant anyone.

"Really?" She looked so much like she wanted to believe him, but was afraid to, that it broke his heart.

"I promise you," he murmured.

"I believe you," she whispered.

They stared at each other as the party flowed around them, the laughter and music and shouting across the room.

He wanted to kiss her so badly he could already taste the eggnog on his tongue, could imagine the way those plump lips would feel pressed against his. There was a heat in her eyes that suggested she wanted it to. A heat he wouldn't stoke like this. He cleared his throat.

"Let's get you that water," he said, urging her forward. She resisted for a second before letting him lead her, her head tipping to rest against his.

"You're a good friend," she said quietly.

"Yeah," he sighed. "I am."

#jaime x brienne #my fic #festive prompts #asks answered #effulgent-girl #the next morning she remembers everything #they go to the meet and are awkward around each other #something dramatic happens but they each win their competition #and then she asks him what he meant when they're both lingering at the pool afterward #and they kiss

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westviewtroubles · 2 years

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can i just say i LOVE your writing 😭 if i can please request something with the lovely eddie munson! you and him are friends and he ask you to prom. extra fluffy🥺🤍

The Cure To Cluelessness

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Synopsis: Your friend doesn't understand why you keep talking about the prom.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: fluff! one use of Y/N and cursing!

A/N: Thank you so much!!! I loved this idea and I really hope you enjoy this and it's how you wanted it to be :)

For as long as you'd known him, Eddie had an aversion towards all events someone would consider fancy. He had skipped every single prom he could've attended with joy.

So, he couldn't help but feel weirded out as you laid on his bed, a fashion magazine that you'd stolen from the dentist's office in your hands as you kicked your feet in the air.

"It's cute, right?" You said, showing Eddie a picture of a blue dress that mostly just looked like a ball of poof. "I don't know what kind of a dress I'm gonna wear, though. It's so hard to choose, and Nancy asked if I wanted to go shopping for dresses with her tomorrow."

"How are you so excited?" He asked, making you shake your head.

"It's my only prom." You said, lazily browsing through the magazine. "You've had like a million of them already, so it's different."

"You wound me." He chuckled, leaning over to look at the magazine, "It's not like I've ever gone to one."

"Because nobody ever asks you to be their date?"

"I'll have you know, the girls of Hawkins High are known to fight over my affections. But I only have room in my heart for one."

"Where were they fighting again? In your dreams?"

"I try to say sweet things to you, yet you still continue to insult me." Eddie shook his head, sitting back with a tut, "Why am I friends with you again?"

"I tell it like it is."

"Well, do you have a date?" Eddie raised his brows, causing you to purse your lips.

"No." You cleared your throat, shifting your attention back to the magazine, "It's a week away, anyway."

The week of the prom was one of the busiest weeks in the school year, and even though Eddie had no plans to participate, he had been rushed from one classroom to another the entire day.

When he finally came across a hallway that wasn't occupied by half of the school, he was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar figure putting up a poster on the corkboard, but as he was about to approach you, he saw that someone had beat him to the punch.

Scott Robertson had a cocky look on his face, his hair gelled to heaven and back. He was wearing a letterman jacket that he probably never washed, one that matched every other member of the basketball team. What bugged Eddie the most, though, was that he looked just like the main character of some chick flick you'd made Eddie watch, casually saying how you thought the actor was cute.

Eddie narrowed his eyes, close enough to hear what you were talking about.

"I take it you're going to prom, putting posters up and everything." The Jake Ryan knockoff said, looking down at you.

"Yeah, I was planning on it." Eddie heard you say dismissively as you turned to look at Scott, "Why?"

"Well, I wanted to know if you'd go with me. You know, I just got a new ride, and I think it requires someone like you as its first passenger."

"No, I don't think so."

"Come on, we'll have a lot of fun."

"Not interested, Scott." You said, displaying the smile you'd reserved for obnoxious dicks like him, "I wanna go with someone else."

"Your loss." Scott scoffed, walking away, and you went back to putting posters up on the corkboard.

Eddie let out a chuckle, momentarily watching as you punched the thumb tacks on the corkboard while humming before making his way over to you, your face brightening up when you saw him.

"On your way to history?"

"I have a free period. What are you doing?" Eddie asked, pointing towards the posters in your hand, "The last time I checked, you weren't on the prom committee."

"Nancy asked me to help her put these up." You said, handing him half of the posters, "And since you have a free period, I'm recruiting you to be my assistant."

"Seems like I don't have a choice." Eddie chuckled, "So, have you found a date?"

"No."

"So, no one's asked you yet?"

"That's what I just said." You smiled at him, "Why?"

"Just curious."

"She lied to me."

Dustin stared up at Eddie, who sat on his usual seat, his brows furrowed and hands clasped together as he stared in front of him. They didn't have a campaign that day, but Dustin was getting everything ready for the next time they would.

"What are you talking about?" Dustin asked, looking up at Eddie who seemed to be pulled out of his thoughts by the younger boy's question.

"What does it mean when someone lies about something inconsequential?"

"Eddie, just spit it out."

"Y/N lied to me." Eddie said, unclasping his hands, pointing at Dustin "Yesterday, I saw Scott Robertson asked her to go to prom with him and she said no, but when I asked if anyone had asked her to go with them, she said no."

"Hmm."

"And I heard her say that she wanted to go with someone else!" Eddie stood up, waving his hands around, "I mean, what's that supposed to be about? Why did she tell me that nobody asked her if she's already planning on going with someone?"

"Eddie-"

"Is she planning on asking someone? Or is she expecting someone to ask her?"

"Eddie can-"

"Why would she lie about it to me? I'm supposedly her best friend. Aren't best friends supposed to share shit like this?" He started pacing, Dustin watching as his bewildered friend walked around in circles, "Maybe it's someone I'd hate? Shit, what if it's one of those dickhead jocks? But if it was, why would Scott Robertson ask her?"

"Can you let-"

"Who does she want to go with? Has she already been asked? Why is she lying to-"

"Eddie, shut up!"

When he heard Dustin raise his voice, Eddie stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Dustin with furrowed brows while the boy sighed, hiding his face in his hands.

"Do you want to know what I think?"

Eddie narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest before nodding slightly, signaling for Dustin to go on.

"I don't think she's agreed to go with anyone, and I do think that she wants someone to ask to go with her, and I think that the reason she lied to you, was so you'd know that she was available."

"Well, who does she want to go with?"

"You, idiot."

And when he heard those words, Eddie almost keeled in laughter.

"You crack me up, Henderson. Why would she want to go with me?"

Nancy was holding a purple dress to her body while gazing into the mirror, inspecting how it'd look on her while you sat on one of the chairs, looking down at your hands, feeling defeated.

"I want Eddie to ask me to go with him." You heard yourself blurt out without even realizing what you'd just said, and Nancy dropped the dress to the floor as she turned her head to look at you, her brows raised in question.

"What?"

"I want Eddie to ask me to go to prom with him."

She sat down on the seat next to yours, looking at your face to see if it was serious. "Well, I guess it makes sense."

"I know right!" You exclaimed, "But he has this weird aversion towards proms because according to him it's nothing but some dick-measuring contest to see who's the most popular person. And I get it, but for some dumb reason, I still want him there with me."

"Just ask him." Nancy encouraged, pressing her hand on your shoulder with a comforting smile, "If you want to go with him so bad, take the lead. Tell him to either go with you or you'll go with the next guy that walks past you on the street, because I promise, he'd rather go with you than have someone like Scott Robertson take you."

"You think so?" You looked at her for reassurance, Nancy letting out a small laugh as she nodded.

"Now, we're gonna need some dresses if we're even thinking about attending." She said, standing up and offering you her hand, "Let's find something."

He hadn't seen you for three days, and Eddie was going crazy. Whenever he called, your mother informed him that you weren't home, and whenever he saw you at school, you rounded the corner.

Now, he might not be the greatest when it came to school, but he knew when someone was avoiding him. And there was one way you couldn't ignore him.

And that's how he ended up at the side of your house in the middle of the night, looking at the light coming from your bedroom window, the thought of what he was about to do already bringing him back pain.

"This is so stupid."

You were sat at your desk, your cassette player playing an album by The Turtles, having found the tape from your attic the week before. Humming along to Elenore, your head was filled with the things you had been studying about for a biology test that was coming up, all of the information mumbled together inside your mind.

Tapping your pencil against the table along to the piano of the song, you sighed, hiding your face in your palms. You had no idea how you were ever going to understand it all.

But once you heard the banging coming from the window behind you, you could feel your heartbeat in your throat, telling you not to look behind you. The banging persisted, but when you started to hear faint voices, you decided to see what was making the noise.

Your jaw slackened uncontrollably as you looked at your bewildered friend as he kept banging on your window, his eyes wide.

"Eddie, what the hell?" You exclaimed as soon as you went to open your window, "It's one in the morning."

"I'm aware. Can you move?" He asked, and once you'd gotten out of his way, Eddie stumbled into your room, ending up on the floor. "I knew this shit was gonna break my back..."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

As soon as he had sat up, you smacked his forearm, causing him to hiss.

"What, I'm not allowed to visit you in the middle of the night?"

"Ideally, no."

"Too late." He smiled, getting up to his feet, "I had to come see you since you've been avoiding me like the plague."

"I haven't been avoiding you."

"Have I ever told you that I adore the little furrow you get between your brows when you lie?" Eddie said with a shit-eating grin as you touched your forehead, suddenly hyperaware of its existence, "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I've just been busy." You cleared your throat, "I have a really big biology test coming up, and I've been studying."

"So, studying includes running the other way when you see me in the halls?"

"Pretty much." You chuckled, making the boy shake his head, "I was gonna talk to you tomorrow."

"You should've just said that, I'm pretty sure I broke my back trying to stick that landing."

"Well, you shouldn't climb into people's rooms in the middle of the night!"

"I had to talk to you!" He exclaimed, and you shook your head.

"Well, spill it then."

He took a deep breath, looking down at his shoes, clearing his throat, before looking back up at you with a small smile on his face, "I know I'm not exactly what people have in mind when they think about a great prom date, and I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't you, and I kind of still don't get-"

"Eddie."

"Right. Even though I'm a miserable dancer, and will probably cause you to get so embarrassed that you won't be able to show your face in months, I wanted to ask you if you'll go to prom with me."

He looked at you, his eyes trained on yours, trying to look for an answer when you chuckled, "I don't know, Eddie, I was thinking of going with someone else."

"Oh."

"I'm kidding!" You said, patting his shoulders as you looked up at him, "I'd love to go with you. Even if you're a miserable dancer."

"Great. I was thinking of wearing pajamas. How does that sound?"

"As long as they don't have any weird stains."

You weren't exactly known to be a deep sleeper, but the two nights after Eddie had broken into your room had been two nights filled with nothing but restlessness, and now Nancy was complaining about how dark your under eyes looked, and how much concealer it took to cover them.

"I feel like I'm going to fall asleep..." You groaned, trying your best not to yawn, Nancy's hand holding your jaw firmly as she applied your lipstick on your behalf, "You know, I could've done my own makeup."

"It's more fun this way." She said, putting the lipstick away, "Besides, you have a date. I needed to make sure you look as nice as possible!"

"Are you telling me that my normal makeup looks bad?" You asked, raising your brows while she simply pursed her lips, "It's not even an actual date, you know. It's like you going with Robin, we're just going as friends."

"Sure."

"He didn't see it as an actual date, right? Eddie never said anything about it being a date. He just asked me to go with him, because I'm like the only friend he has who's a girl."

"I'm gonna start questioning his sanity if he intends on keeping you as a friend after seeing you like this." Nancy said, motioning to the mirror.

You laughed, but when you looked in the mirror, your laugh calmed into a simple smile. It wasn't that different from what you usually looked like, but for some reason, it felt different. Different, in the best way possible.

"Ready to go?"

Eddie stood outside Hawkins High, music blasting inside while he was trying to calm himself down, despite how idiotic he felt.

He didn't have a tux, which meant that he had to borrow his uncle's old one that hadn't been worn in a few years. What's more, Wayne had started laughing when Eddie had told him he was going to the prom, thinking it was a joke. He couldn't really blame him, it felt like a joke to him too.

He had offered to pick you up, but you'd told him that you were coming with Nancy and Robin, and telling him that you'd just meet him there. Now, he was nervous that you weren't even going to show up. Of course, he knew that you wouldn't actually do that, but a small part of him was afraid that he'd be left standing there, feeling like an idiot. So, when he recognized one of the cars arriving as Nancy's, relief washed over him.

But when he saw someone emerging from the backseat, his breath was caught in his throat. You were laughing at something that one of them had said. The way the wind blew back some of your hair made you look like you were in an advertisement, casually pushing away some of the hair behind your ear.

And when you spotted him, your face lit up. You lifted your arm slightly to wave at Eddie, the smile on your face widening as he started to walk towards you.

You spotted him almost immediately after getting out of Nancy's car. The sleeves of his tux were a little bit too short for him, and you could see a small part of his ankles, but you couldn't help but smile. Somehow, he was making it work. Somehow, he was the only one you could see.

As soon as you waved your hand to signal him to come, he made his way towards you, the way his eyes drifted up and down your body making blood rush to your cheeks.

"Hi." He said softly, tilting his head a little as he offered his hand, "You wanna go in?"

"Yeah." You said, intertwining your fingers as he lead you inside. You could hear Robin and Nancy talking about something as the two walked in behind, but you didn't pay attention to it.

In fact, you didn't pay attention to anything but him. He looked nervous, Eddie biting his lower lip as he looked around the room filled with people, everyone engrossed in their own partners and groups. You squeezed his hand, and he looked down at you, letting go of his lower lip with a small nod of acknowledgment, smiling at you.

You two drifted into the sidelines as if out of habit, watching the people on the dancefloor, your hands still clasped together. But when you heard a familiar song start playing, you could feel Eddie start pulling you towards the dance floor.

"What are you doing?" You chuckled, and he shrugged.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm making you dance with me." He said with a grin, and you shook your head, allowing yourself to be pulled to the dance floor. "You recognize this song, right?"

The two of you moved, absolutely unsynced with the song, but wide grins on both of your faces. "It was playing when you broke into my house."

"Technically, you let me into your house, so I wouldn't call that breaking in."

"Potato, tomato." You said, letting Eddie spin you once. "How do you recognize this song?"

"I asked Nancy to play it." He said with a straight face as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "You seemed to be enjoying it until I interrupted, so I borrowed it. Without permission."

"You earned yourself a whole criminal record in one night, didn't you?"

"I had to find some way to impress you, didn't I?"

You shook your head, swaying along to the music, "You impress me more and more every day, Munson."

"Good."

When the song came to an end, you were about to walk back to your original position, only to be pulled back by Eddie.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I didn't think you were that interested in dancing to a slow song." You said, raising your brows.

"Who said I didn't request this as well?"

With only a light tug, your body was pressed against his, your faces mere inches away from one another as he smiled impishly, his gaze trained on your lips. It was like you'd forgotten how to move, offering no resistance when Eddie positioned your arms on his shoulders, putting his hands on your waist, taking a small step away from you to leave room between the two of you.

"I think you're just supposed to step and sway, or something."

You looked down at your feet quickly before taking in a deep breath, the two of you slowly moving your feet, knowing how silly it would look from an outsider's perspective.

"Dancing doesn't really seem to work if both of the participants suck at it." You said, looking up at him, "I'm pretty sure we look idiotic right now."

"Who cares?" Eddie said, offering you a reassuring smile, "Besides, I'm pretty sure it's impossible for you to look idiotic."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. I think you look fucking amazing."

You couldn't help but laugh at the compliment, unaware of how dazed your smile was making him.

"I think you look fucking amazing, too." You said, brushing some strands of hair away from his face, "What happened to you wearing pajamas?"

"Oh, I couldn't find any without any stains." He shrugged, making your jaw slack. "I think you could've shown up in a trash bag, and still look great."

"Careful, I think they're gonna be in fashion soon."

"You're impossible."

"Thank you, Eddie."

"For what? For calling you impossible?"

"For coming here. I know it isn't your scene, and how much you hate events like this, but you still came. It feels unbelievable."

"Don't you get it?" Eddie chuckled, "I'd go anywhere for you."

"I'm still gonna be thankful for that, even if you don't like it." You said, full of confidence. "I can't believe I got Eddie Munson to go to prom."

"I actually think we should do this more often."

"Do what?" You laughed, "Go to prom? I don't think it works like that."

"I mean, go on dates." He said matter-of-factly, and you could feel your jaw slacken involuntarily, the sight making Eddie laugh. "Cat got your tongue?"

"I had no idea this was a date."

"Really? You thought I could see you looking like that and be able to stay as friends?"

You felt blood rush to your face as you moved one of your hands to the back of his neck, pulling his head towards you and meeting him halfway by reaching your lips to his.

Eddie kissed you under the blue lights, the grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you closer, the distance between you now non-existent, and unlike your feet, your lips moved perfectly in sync.

You heard yourself gasp for air once you pulled away from him, your reaction causing Eddie to grin, reveling in his success.

"I'm definitely spiking the punch, though." He whispered, before pressing his lips back on yours.

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📢 Champions

When the Pokémon World Tournament happened a while ago, I was assigned to follow the contestants to get footage of them for the media. Never in my life have I met so many stuck-up, inconsiderate, and selfish people. I could talk about most of them for hours, so I’ll try to be brief.

Red was fine. He was extremely quiet, to the point he only said five words to me in almost a week of shadowing him. “Cool hat. I like it.” He also didn’t do much. He spent most of his days in the green room staring absentmindedly at a wall or playing with his Pokémon. Fine on paper, but the higher ups hated my footage since it wouldn’t make “good TV”. Not necessarily his fault but I associate the memory with him.

Blue… Imagine the most annoying teenager you’ve ever met times 10. I’m sure Blue could be a fine person in a vacuum, but since he was an “esteemed guest” at the PWT, he could essentially do whatever he wanted. I’ve never seen anyone eat as much as he did. He also loved being on camera. Every other second he would be pulling a stupid pose or asking me to record him during a practice battle. Just a pain to be around, overall.

Lance. The first words he said to me were, “Are you a fan of the Dragon Type?” That’s all he talked about to everyone and anyone he met for five days. Every second I spent with him was agony. The best part was when he challenged me to a battle right before he left and Laguna sweeped his team with Ice Beam, including his ““invincible”” Dragonite. Needless to say, he didn’t do as much bragging after that.

Steven is Lance with an off button. He loves rocks, he’s practically obsessed with them. The day we met he showed me his entire collection, which I have to admit was pretty cool. But after that, he rarely brought it up! He mostly kept to himself after that and even tried to have normal conversations with me. He also lives like a minimalist. He brought two bags to the event, one of which was entirely filled of duplicates of his standard suit. How he can afford those, I have no idea.

Wallace acted as though everywhere he went was the Nimbasa Music Theatre. Everything had to be a performance. Whether it was ordering food, talking to people, or signing autographs, every action was done with a dramatic flair. He also never stayed still for more than a few minutes. His catchphrase was, “You there [Me]! Let’s go someplace fun!”, even if it was 40 feet down the road. In his defense, a couple of them were pretty fun like the Marine Tube.

Cynthia and I seemed to share a “Let’s get this over with” attitude so we hit it off pretty well. However, despite getting along with her, I essentially became her answering machine. She would never make a decision without my input and it got old really fast. Her “body guard” Garchomp also took some getting used to. She’s a massive softie, but I think I still have rashes from her impromptu “hugs”.

I have mixed feelings on Alder. On one hand, he shot my dream of being Pokémon League Champion into the void. On the other hand, he seemed like a good person. He cared about my feelings and offered to talk with me about the Champion thing. Though that was more of a curse than a blessing. He loves to talk. A simple conversation about the weather can last up to 30 minutes. His jokes are terrible too. I want to like him, but never will.

Iris seemed like a repeat of the Blue situation at first. She was loud, bratty, and really irritating. But, as time went on, she calmed down and was genuinely fun to be around. She was incredibly mature but wasn’t afraid to be herself. Her team was awesome to see in battle too. If it weren’t for the horrendous first impression, she’d be my favorite Champion. Maybe I have a soft spot for kids.

That’s all the Champions I’ve met. I know there are others, but I can’t speak on them. From what I’ve seen, Diantha seems like a snob, the Alola League Champion is a boxer so I don’t know what to expect, Leon’s probably really stuck up, and I assume Geeta acts like my boss, which means I hate her by proxy.

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whxre-bxby · 9 months

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Recom Lopez x Recom Y/N x Recom Brown

"Cursed By Blue" 3.0

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Cursed By Blue 1 Cursed By Blue 2

Summary: The recom team is out on another mission, exploring the woods in search of Sully. However, the ladies become inconvenienced by a certain seasonal feeling they didn’t expect. It hits Y/N the hardest and it’s not long before the others understand what’s happening. While everyone fights their instincts, the only option Y/N sees available is to run.

Warnings: SMUT, heat fucking, heat cycles, penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink, anal sex, double penetration, cursing

Word Count: 7461

A/N: Sorry, I gave up on the first-person view in the end.