"Charles Leclerc ran a lot and tried some nice gestures, but in vain!"

This truly sums up all of Charles's football efforts.

Fight AIDS Cup | 22 January 2024

like a movie.

pairing: lee juyeon x reader        warnings: none genre: highschool au, football player ju, pining, ju is innocently shy, this is literally so cheesy its like a bad teen movie so read at your own discretion HWJBSJDF        wc: 2.3k

a/n: hello !!! i am back and with a fic no one asked for and just ju brainrot n word vomit <3 a lot has been going on lately but i’ve broken my writers block mainly and hope to be back posting soon hehe !!! i hope you’re all doing well <3

Summer was over, and suddenly you found yourself forced back into living.

Or dying.

When you’re in your last year of high school, it’s difficult to tell the difference, though the presence of your best friend Kevin makes it all the more bearable.

Sometimes.

“Have you seen Juyeon?”

“No.” You pointedly give Kevin a look as you fiddle with your locker, and he holds his hands up defensively.

“I was just asking! Everyone’s been talking about how he glowed up in the summer. And you know how he doesn’t post much online, but I don’t see why people are suddenly surprised. Juyeon’s always had good looks. But I guess it’s like you magically become hot when you’re on the football team or something.” Kevin sighs, and you muffle your laughter.

“Stop talking so loud!”

“What? Afraid that someone will hear?” Kevin wiggles his eyebrows. “That J-Juyeon, hey!”

“Kevin, that’s not funny, I swear-” the words die in your throat as you turn to see Kevin very much standing beside Juyeon. He wasn’t wrong when he said Juyeon’s always possessed a dreamy visage; you remember clearly in elementary school whenever he was in your classes, how many students would vy for his attention, and as much as you wished to as well, you’d always shyly skirted around the competition as Kevin jokingly put it.

You’re quick to bury your face back into your locker as you place your belongings and books as slowly as you can while they converse.

“How was your summer?” Juyeon asks, and just hearing his voice makes your face flush, flustered.

“Good! We,” Kevin grabs your arm playfully, and you cringe, clutching the locker door to continue hiding, and Kevin relents. “Had lots of fun! How was yours?”

They converse casually for a few more (excruciatingly long) minutes, until someone else calls Juyeon over, and leaves you back with Kevin.

“So?” What did you think?” Kevin smirks. “Do you agree? You barely looked at him, maybe I should call him back over-”

You punch his arm, hard, while swinging your bag over your shoulder, and Kevin cackles despite the pain you inflicted on his arm.

“You better sleep with one eye open tonight, Moon.”

“Saw you talking to Kevin and you know who earlier.” Hyunjae nudges Juyeon in the ribs, as they walk to the football field, grinning as Juyeon shies away embarrassedly.

“Just Kevin. I don’t think they wanted to talk to me.”

Hyunjae is silent, thinking, before he speaks up again carefully. “Y’know, for someone as handsome as you are Ju, you’re pretty easy going.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Juyeon, someone asked you to marry them back in elementary school and you just said okay.”

“What else was I supposed to say?”

“No?”

“Okay, fine. But I don’t see what this has to do with anything right now.” Juyeon huffs.

“You’ve liked them for years now. But I mean… you’ve barely even tried to tell them.”

“Maybe I will.” Juyeon replies defensively, and Hyunjae tries to hide his smile as Juyeon stalks off, annoyed by his friend’s insinuations.

“Did it actually work?” Changmin sidles up to Hyunjae once Juyeon is out of earshot, and he grins, shrugging.

“No idea. We’ll just have to see.”

“So mean.” Changmin snorts. “Making him upset to chase after them finally.”

“Hey! He needed a little push, and I gave it to him.” Hyunjae exclaims seriously, and Changmin shrugs, chuckling.

“Better hope it works.”

“Kevin, I’m not gonna fight you over this again, you already know that I-”

So absorbed in your conversation with Kevin, you aren’t paying any attention to what’s going on in the grassy field that you both walk across to access the shorter route home until it’s too late.

“Watch out!”

The shout comes closer than you’d like, and you barely have time to turn and determine the source before you’re tackled to the ground.

Hands come to shield the back of your head, arms caging you in, and you can only squeak as you hit the grass, eyes shut.

“Are you okay?”

Concerned eyes peer down at you as you crack open your own, eyes that were all too familiar.

Lee Juyeon.

You can see Kevin in the corner of your eye, biting on his fist as he’s torn between horror, concern, satisfaction, and excitement. You can hear the football team getting closer, Changmin already stooping to pick up the ball in close proximity to you.

“You couldn’t have just tried to catch the ball instead of tackling them to the ground, Ju?” Sangyeon snorts, and Juyeon flushes.

“Uh, right. But I didn’t want to crash into you, so I thought...” he trails off, scratching the back of his head as he lifts himself up, and you follow quickly.

In your haste, you’re almost blindly scrambling upwards, resulting in knocking heads with Juyeon, a resound thunk that has everyone wincing.

He yelps, flopping to the side, and you clutch your head with one hand and Kevin’s extended one with the other, stammering apologies as you absolutely make a run for it.

Juyeon doesn’t move, eyes blankly staring at the sky, as the team peers at him, grinning.

“Nice one, Ju.” Hyunjae chuckles, and Juyeon groans.

“Shut up.”

“Is your head okay?”

“For the third time Kev, yes, I’m fine!” You laugh as he hands you another ice pack worriedly. “It’s just a little sore.”

“I can’t believe he caught you like that, you should’ve seen it.” Kevin snorts after a few moments of silence pass. “It was like a romance movie.”

“I should’ve stayed to see if he was okay, but everyone was staring.” You sigh, and he pats your head comfortingly.

“Don’t worry, I asked Changmin and he said that Juyeon’s alright. Aren’t you lucky you have such a wonderful best friend who has all these connections?”

“You’re just as awkward as I am, don’t try to fool me.”

“Yeah, but…” Kevin hesitates, and you look over at him curiously, urging him to continue. “You’re sometimes too scared to get over being awkward, y’know? And then that means you don’t get out there as much, or have that many friends, or-”

“Okay, I get it.” You snort. “But I don’t see how Juyeon has anything to do with this.”

“Because you’ve liked him since elementary school, dummy.” He rolls his eyes dramatically as you pout. “And we’re almost done with high school. I think you should tell him.”

“Easier said than done.” You sigh. “You think everything’s like the movies Kev.”

“Oh honey, you’re the main character of your own life, so it might as well be a movie to make it more fun.” He snickers as you roll your eyes. “Okay, then at least talk to him without running away?”

“I don’t run away.”

Kevin glares at you.

“You refused to go to that new ice cream shop over the summer with me because he worked there! And you always excuse yourself to go to the bathroom whenever we bump into him in public, and after today at the football field, do you need me to go on?”

“No… but I don’t know how to talk to him.” You whine, and Kevin smiles triumphantly.

“That’s why you’ll be coming with me this weekend to the arcade. All the boys will be there.”

“Did you plan this?” You glare, and Kevin gasps in a way that answers your question.

“Never!”

“Sure.” You grumble sarcastically, though not denying his eager offer, and Kevin smiles.

When the weekend comes, you couldn’t be more nervous.

You tell yourself it’ll be easy enough, eleven of them total, and only one of them you had to subtly avoid. Yet somehow you seemed to always end up beside or in close proximity to him (due to the proud teammates of his).

“Sorry about the other day.” Juyeon offers meekly as you’re all entering the arcade, and you laugh awkwardly.

“It’s alright. Thanks for uh, catching me.”

“No… no problem.”

“I, uh,” you try not to choke on your saliva as you realize how close Juyeon is walking beside you. Being a large group, it was instinct to pack together in places you couldn’t all roam around. His hand brushes against yours, and it’s for a split second that your fingers link together before Kevin excitedly points you towards the claw machine.

“I saw that.” Chanhee sighs sympathetically, patting Juyeon on the shoulder, and he all but wilts, running a hand through his hair. “Try winning them something from the claw machine maybe. Kevin sucks at it.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Juyeon murmurs, but Chanhee knows he’s discouraged, despite his pure attempt.

“C’mon, I’ll go make Sunwoo buy us slushies.”

As Juyeon walks with Chanhee, he doesn’t notice your glances at him.

“Why do you look so shaken up?” Kevin blinks as he finally notices your wide eyes as he tears his gaze away from the stuffed prizes.

“I think… I think Juyeon tried to hold my hand.”

“He what?” Kevin chokes, and you shush him.

“He tried, before you pulled me away to the claw machine, which you know you suck at!”

“Go back, oh my god, go back!”

“Go back where?” You hiss, and he thinks.

“I dunno! Pretend you want a stuffed animal prize really bad or something, that usually works in the movies!”

“This isn’t a movie!”

“You know what this means?” Kevin stares at you excitedly. “He likes you!”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” You flush, glancing around to make sure no one was in earshot of Kevin’s ecstatic voice. “Maybe he just accidentally did it.”

“I bet he’ll confess to you today.” Kevin announces surely, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Whatever you say, Kev.”

It was quite the contrary.

Instead, the rest of the day, Juyeon barely interacted with you, besides awkwardly stilted conversations in which Juyeon believed you didn’t like him, and you were just confused.

Juyeon’s ready to leave it all behind him until he walks into the locker room before practice a few days later.

“Juyeon.”

Slowing in his tracks, he scans his surroundings, each of his team members sitting solemnly on the benches, as if waiting for his arrival. He glances at the clock, seeing he wasn’t late to practice, and furrows his eyebrows.

“Y-Yes?” He answers reluctantly, feeling very much uncomfortable with their stares, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin.

“Sit down. We have something very important to tell you.”

He takes a seat next to Sangyeon who patted the empty space, looking back and forth warily at the surrounding boys.

“Juyeon, they like you.”

Juyeon sits there pensively, and everyone holds their breath.

“No.” He shakes his head, and everyone explodes at the one syllable.

“What do you mean no? We just told you!”

“I knew we should’ve made the PowerPoint, I knew it!”

“We’re not tricking you this time, it’s not a prank!”

“I just… I don’t see it. I mean, they always avoid me, or never say anything to me, and whatever I try to do, it never works.” Juyeon frowns, and the team deflates slightly.

For Juyeon’s innocence had multiple facets, both positive and negative; whether it was him using it to sweet talk his way out of an escalating situation, increasing his gullibility or easily upset emotions, or using it as a factor of his curiosity and hard work, it also often blinded him in the signals he received from others.

“Juyeon, they’re just nervous to be around you! Like how you are with them!” Eric explains, agreement rising in the room.

“So you’re saying since they like me… they keep avoiding me?” Juyeon squints.

A pause ensues as they puzzle his words together.

“Yeah, basically.”

The dubious expression still lingers and Sunwoo gets up, sighing.

“Alright then, let’s make a bet.”

Juyeon raises an eyebrow.

“Fine. I’m listening.”

“Well, that was a fail.”

“I thought we could win!” Sunwoo pouts, and the team groans.

“It was a good try.” Changmin laughs, and Juyeon smiles. Sunwoo had bet the success of their football game upon Juyeon’s confession, only to lose by three points.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna tell them anyways.”

“Huh?” Sunwoo blurts confusedly. “But you won?”

“I know.” Juyeon grins sheepishly. “But I can't help thinking maybe you guys were right, since you’ve never steered me wrong before, and I can at least try to tell them.”

“Took you long enough. All this work to make yourself sound like a cool teen movie protagonist.” Hyunjae snorts, and Juyeon flushes as everyone laughs.

“Let us know how it goes!”

Kevin sends you a text to meet him at the football field, telling you he’d forgotten his sweater there, and amidst your cursing at your friend at his forgetful mind, you almost don’t realize the figure waiting for you isn’t Kevin.

“I like you.” Juyeon blurts, and you blink, not having any time to say anything.

“I- what?”

“I’ve liked you ever since that day in elementary school when I fell and you gave me a Hello Kitty bandaid because I was bleeding.”

You remember that day, shaky hands handing over the emergency bandage you kept in your bag as Juyeon accepted it thankfully, giving you a charmingly toothy smile that had your heart fluttering.

“I honestly don’t really know what I’m saying right now, I had a plan but I can’t really remember it now, so I-”

“Juyeon.” You cut him off, and his mouth snaps shut. “Breathe.”

He inhales. Exhales. You do the same to bolster yourself.

“I… I like you too.” You admit, and silence falls for a few moments before Juyeon laughs.

It’s a laugh he can’t hold back, bubbling up in his chest, and you find yourself joining him.

“What… what do we do now?” He gasps between giggles, and you’re wiping at your watery eyes with an airy shrug.

“Go on a date, losers!” A voice shouts down, and both of you look at the bleachers, where everyone stood up, cheering. “Kiss!”

“Were you guys there the entire time?” Juyeon calls out, and you shake your head embarrassedly at their reply.

“Duh!”

Accidentally Hitting Them in the Balls | Hinata, Kuroo

Pairirngs: Hinata X Reader (gender neutral), and Kuroo X Reader (gender neutral) ft. Nekoma

Genre: hopefully funny, crack? 

Author’s Note: *posts that im taking a break from posting... One day later: here i am. Inspired by Unus Annus: Nutball momento mori, friends

Accidentally Hitting Them in the Balls | Bokuto, Oikawa

Hinata: 

The two of you were sat on his bed, lazing away, watching one piece

Hinata sat up with his back leaned back on the wall while you laid on your side, your head and most of your torso over his lap on his pillow

He rest his hand on your side while the two of you were amazed with the new episode

As the episode came to an end, the two of you talked about the episode and the entirety of the entire one piece world, how crazy about how long it was going

The conversation went from the talk of anime to food to volleyball and so many more, the possibilities were always endless

Hinata readjusted his seating, leaning forward, accidentally pressing your side

You let out a loud yelp, squirming harshly, laughing

“Oooh, Y/N are you… ticklish??” He seized your sides, tickling your rapidly as you burst into a fit of laughter and giggles

You tried to push him off, your body spastically turning side to side in his lap, trying to take a hold of his wrists

“S-Shoyo, s-stop,” you wheezed only making Hinata beam even brighter

You turned harshly toward him, your arms bent

You heard a loud yell from Hinata and his tickling ceased

“W-what happened?” You sat up and wiped away the tears that gathered, catching your breath from all the laughter

“I can’t have kids,” he peeped, his voice significantly higher than before as you broke into laughter again

“I’m so sorry,” you laughed, the sound of your voice fading into nothing, just clicking noises as you laughed, barely breathing

“But that’s what you get for tickling me,” you poked, the burn of guilt going through your body seeing him look up at you with a pout

“Zoro wouldn’t struggle like this,” you puffed, purposely bringing up his favorite one piece character

“Eye-“ he coughed

“Leave me to die, then, tell Natsu… I love her…”

“And me?” You asked, tilting your head as he laid on his stomach, half his face pressed into his bed

He dramatically choked on his air and then let out a dying breath, not giving you a response

“Hey!” You chopped his back, giving him ptsd since you chopped him right where Kageyama would kick him

“Gah-“  

Kuroo: 

The sound of the various meats and kabobs grilled by the managers parents and coaches were covered by the sound of the electric air pump pumping up the bubble battle balls

Giant inflatable bubbles where your body would slip into the little tube opening so others wearing the bubble could bump into each other

But tonight, in celebration of the season ending, these were bought for the whole team and extras to play some fun games

The parents and families of the nekoma pitched in, buying various meats and foods for a grand feast for everyone to enjoy themselves

“Alright, in ya go.” Kuroo laughed as he shoved the ball over your body, pushing you right over and rolling down the hill to the field

Lev and Yaku were already bouncing along with others in the inflatables, bumping into each other, a few curses yelled to Lev as the taller one purposefully bumped into him, knocking the libero over

But his revenge was soon avenged by you as you rolled into him, knocking him over from behind like a bowling ball

In a short time, everyone, including you, were standing on the field to play what Kenma suggested called “last one standing” with the goal being for a single player to be the last one standing

Even though he didn’t play himself

You were absolutely not going to get in the way of all the guys of the team and stood to the side, avoiding everyone, especially kuroo

He was like a mad man, determined to win

The team went down by their captain’s great force, laughter erupting into the golden sky of the sun setting beyond the trees

Over time, you somehow even managed to be the last one with Kuroo but he purposefully done this to actually give you a chance

The others watched from the sides, some still in their bubbles, laughing about what had happened

Lev traumatized by being tackles by both yaku and kuroo at the same time, sending him almost toppling out of his own bubble

You just stood there in the clear bubble, trying to doge kuroo and his numerous attempts to knock you down

You ran around on the field, trying to get away but made the mistake of turning around to find him already charging toward you

He jumped into the air, bumping into your ball, sending you to the ground protected by the bubble

You slid out of it laughing but somehow found Kuroo on the ground in his tube, his legs curled as he howled in his bubble as everyone else was on the ground on the side, laughing their asses off, gasping for air and wiping their tears away

“Tetsu, what happened?” You laughed, pushing the tube off of him

“You kicked me right in my balls,” he breathed, his voice barely audible

He turned onto his face, groaning loudly at the pain he was in, tears falling from his eyes and his face all red

He won the game, but at what cost

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Had Me By Halftime

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Based off the song Had Me By Halftime by Morgan Wallen

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I know this game was on a Monday but we’re gonna pretend it wasn’t. Also I know there’s different rules to cornhole, but I did the 21 or bust version for sake of the story.

You were talkin' trash, we were tossin' bags

When I caught your name at a corn hole game

You and your friends had decided to tailgate at the Chicago Bears game. You were in your last semester of college and your group had collectively decided to forego buying tickets. Not wanting nosebleed seats, but knowing your broke college student bank account would not offer many other options. The parking lot was crowded with Bears fans; scattered Minnesota Vikings fans sticking out in the crowd. It was surprisingly warm for a Chicago October. You had just finished a game of flip cup and informed your friends you were going to get food from a nearby food truck, your best friend, Madison tagging along. You hadn’t made it far from your group when you made eye contact with a handsome man. Slowly walking you heard him talking to a man about the same age as him,

“Adam come on!” He exclaimed.

“I am not playing against him, he might as well be a pro.” The brown haired man shook his head.

“Don’t take it out on me cause I’m better than you.” Another good-looking brown-haired man from the group laughed shrugging and throwing an arm around a pretty blonde girl who wasn’t even paying attention to the men, already conversing with a group of girls. The handsome dark skinned man groaned seemingly pouting. Grabbing Madison’s arm you stopped her to pull her over to the group.

“You need a couple players?” You smiled gesturing to the corn hole boards.

“Actually yeah we do.” He nodded.

“Let’s roll.” You challenged taking your place by the board and picking up the orange bean bags. Madison sighed already reading your dirty thoughts about the man as she walked to the board opposite of you and the broad muscled man took his place next to you, gathering the navy blue bags. “Let me just get you a menu cause you’re about to get served.” You joked and luckily he let out an adorable laugh.

“That’s the best you got?” He sported a wide smile causing you to instantly blush.

“Yeah...sorry I’m not the best at trash talking. My game usually speaks for itself.” You shrugged, turning to throw the bean bag on the board Madison stood by. Watching it slide right through the center. Humming he looked at you impressed, gearing up when you threw him a seductive smirk.

“Let the games begin.” He grinned.

The game was close, full of playful banter, and maybe a little flirting from you and the man you now knew was named, Kevin. Luckily you and Madison came out on top thanks to Kevin’s partner’s accidental bust over 21 taking their score back down to 13.

“Ruz, you might want to take up a math class in your spare time.” Kevin teased, knowing he only aimed for the board because of his poor math skills.

“Shut up.” He attempted to throw a bag at him, but it fell short. “I’m never playing this game again.” Adam huffed, walking away.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” You shrugged, winking at him.

Said "Girl, where you sitti'g? I got an extra ticket

It's right on the 50"

“Sorry. He gets a little competitive.” Kevin smiled, “Thanks for playing though.” He leaned against the side of a truck crossing his arms. Madison stood awkwardly a couple feet away as you two flirted with each other.

“Thanks for letting us. It was nice to do something other than a drinking game for once.” You chuckled gesturing to where your group was now playing beer pong.

“Where are you guys sitting?” He asked gesturing to the stadium behind him.

“Oh we actually don’t have tickets. Just here to tailgate.” You explained and his smile got slightly bigger.

“Well I actually have an extra ticket. It’s right on the 50 if you want to join me?” He offered.

“Thanks, but I don’t want to just leave my group hanging..” You contemplated looking back at Madison who was nodding quickly mouthing the word “Go!” Sighing you turned back towards him with a smile, “you know what. What the hell why not?” You pushed the tingling of your body deeper down at his happy grin.

You had a 16 home team jersey on

Singin' every word to the fight song

Had your airplane bottles from your purse out

“Okay. I have to ask. Why are you wearing that jersey?” Kevin asked, sitting down beside you.

“Because we’re at...a Bears game?” You looked at him skeptically, causing him to laugh.

“Obviously.. I mean why O’Donnell? I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen someone actually wearing his jersey.” He explained.

“Well I do like to be an outlier,” you joked, “punters never get the credit they should. Same with kickers. They deserve more love.” You answered.

“Good to know you’re not a bandwagon fan.” He said.

“We won one super bowl 35 years ago and we just benched our newly signed QB for a rookie. I don’t think there’s any wagon for someone to hop on.” You retorted.

“You got me there.” He agreed watching you pull a few tiny bottles of alcohol out of your small bag you had strategically hidden to make it past security.

“You a fan of fireball? I hate it but it came with the pack.” You asked, turning to see an amused grin covering his face. “What?”

“How in the hell did you sneak those in here?” He inquired.

“Can’t give away all my secrets on the first date.” You shrugged, wiggling your eyebrows. He took it from your hand nudging Adam who sat on his other side. Adam took it graciously.

“Hell yeah. We’re keeping her!” He exclaimed, twisting the cap off to take the shot.

The first half of the game was rough. Only lucking out with a safety in the first quarter.

“I hope to god Trubisky starts to prove he has more than just a pretty face.” You shook your head preparing yourself for the second half. You and Kevin had talked throughout all of halftime, and you caught him staring with a wide smile more than once as you might’ve got a little too competitive throughout the first and second quarter.

“I could play better defense than his line is. Kev, get down there you know how to tackle people.”

“He does realize he’s supposed to be throwing it to his own team right?”

“Fucking 2 yards isn’t gonna get you anywhere!” Were just a few things you remember spouting off.

“This is ridiculous.” You threw up your hands when Rudolph took it into the Vikings endzone.

With 5:33 left in the 3rd quarter O’Donnell took the field for the punt, but instead to everyone’s surprise the punt is faked and #16 puts up a pass to Cunningham who runs it in for the touchdown. “Oh my god!” You jumped up and down, “No fucking way! That’s my man!” You yelled pulling Kevin in for a hug who was in utter disbelief.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” He laughed, cheering with the crowd. The fans were hyped watching Barth kick it between the posts.

“Believe it baby!

Bear down, Chicago Bears, make every play clear the way to victory;

Bear down, Chicago Bears, put up a fight with a might so fearlessly.

We'll never forget the way you thrilled the nation with your T-formation.

Bear down, Chicago Bears, and let them know why you're wearing the crown.

You're the pride and joy of Illinois, Chicago Bears, bear down.” You sang along loudly to the Bears’ fight song roaring throughout Soldier Field. The second half was much more heated than the first, but unfortunately thanks to a successful kick from Forbath in the last few seconds the Vikings took home the win.

You would've thought that post-game

Kiss would've made me wanna make you mine

But you had me by halftime

Everyone was starting to file out of the stadium, Kevin’s group included.

“You comin?” Adam turned to you both.

“You wanna wait till the crowds disperse a little?” Kevin asked and you smiled nodding.

“We’ll be waiting for you.” Adam winked, a knowing smirk covering his face as he grabbed tightly ahold of Kim’s hand to lead her through the crowd.

“You would’ve had to keep a tight hold on me. I’m small and can get lost easily.” You joked, body frame tiny compared to his broad muscular one.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure I do regardless.” Kevin flirted, looping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

“I told you. Punters and kickers, they don’t get enough credit.” You reiterated, “I mean how often does the game come down to a field goal? Too often in my opinion.”

“I can give you kicker I’m not sure about punters though.” He looked at you amused.

“Did you miss that play?” You scoffed.

“And how often does that happen? I’m sure you didn’t buy his jersey banking on that.” He replied.

“Yeah, alright. I just thought O’Donnell was better looking than Barth.” You admitted.

“You really know your football though.” He observed.

“I grew up with three brothers. It just came with the territory.” You explained.

“Three brothers?” He looked over at you, a faint look of fear appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I’m sure you could take any of them though.” You bit your lip squeezing his bicep to get your point across.

“Is that so?” He grinned face inches away from yours.

“Mhmm.” You hummed searching his eyes, begging him to make the move and he did. Closing the distant for a gentle, smooth kiss. His hand caressing your cheek to pull you closer. This is nowhere near what you expected your day to turn into when you got up this morning. You were just supposed to be tailgating with your friends too drunk for your own good. Instead you were seated inside the stadium making out with a guy you had just met this morning. Not that you were complaining, but what were the chances?

“Was that okay?” He asked lips still slightly brushing against yours and as an answer you gripped his face pulling him in for a deep bruising kiss that had him groaning low in his throat. Pulling away to get a breath you looked around to see very few people still seated, a warmth buzzing throughout your body despite the chilly fall air becoming more prominent.

“We better get out of here before we get in trouble.” You whispered. And he nodded tightly clasping your hand in his as you made your way out of the stadium back out into the parking lot.

Now every time the leaves start fallin' down

I get to thinkin' 'bout

5 years later

“Kev, can you check on the pizza while I get Carsyn dressed?” You asked after seeing your daughter stir from her nap on the monitor. Walking in her room you retrieved her from the crib. She was all smiles and giggles. “Well I take it you had a good nap.” You kissed her chubby cheek, attempting to flatten her bed head before laying her on the floor to get her dressed. “Daddy is just gonna be head over heels when he sees you. Not that he isn’t already.” You smiled trying to slide her tights on despite her wiggling legs. Succeedingly picking her up 10 minutes later. “Look who’s awake daddy.” You caught Kevin’s attention as he turned away from the stove to take her from your arms.

“You didn’t.” Kevin laughed, a smile wide on his face when he took his daughter into his arms admiring the outfit she was sporting. A blue tutu accompanied by an orange jersey that repped the #16, outfit topped off with a Chicago Bears bow. “Well don’t you just look adorable. Yes, you take after your mama.” Kevin laid kisses all over her face erupting numerous giggles from her. “Where’d you even find this at?” He asked and you knew what he was talking about without even turning around as you took the pizza out of the oven.

“I had to specially order it as one of those custom name jerseys. Seems they don’t make O’Donnell’s jersey for babies.” You laughed checking on the wings in the air fryer when a knock at the door interrupted. Adam and Kim strolling their way into the kitchen minutes later.

“Where’s my girl?” Adam asked, spotting her in Kevin’s arms. Carsyn immediately reached out for Adam. “There she is and aren’t you just the cutest Bears fan in the whole world?” He tickled her stomach taking in her outfit, “Gotta say [Y/L/N] it looks better on her.” He joked gesturing to your identical jersey.

“Joke all you want this jersey got me a husband.” You leaned up on your tippy toes to lay a kiss on Kevin’s cheek.

The rest of your crew arrived not too much later. Hailey and Jay bringing along their son who was a few months younger than Carsyn. This was now a football season tradition and you loved every minute of it.

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 5

a/n: ong this is going to be a bit of a crack episode w a tiny dash of flirty manager

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anon:

-Watch the boys be all dramatic when yn misses a few days of school and suddenly show up with a broken arm😭✊🏻😔

- Dunno if this is a dream or not but i think you mentioned that yn is clumsy. Just imagine her carrying those cute band aids around for when she gets hurt. But what if she uses them on the boys when they get hurt

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- She is looking down at the boy who is checking her scrap on her knee, when she smiles all cutely and shit "I fell for you" And cue the boy having a heart attack because she is way to cute

im totally not running out of seijoh gifs or anything

anyways!!

lets start!!

okay as mentioned before and as read above,,

you are quite clumsy

like there is a normal level of clumsy

but you are just on another level

like in manager part 2, your mom ltr was not shocked when you said you fell up the stairs like ‘oh okay. the weathers nice today’

lmao what

and youre also the type to not even know you got hurt like youd just be scratching your arm and youd find a bruise 

‘how did that get there?’

so it was common to find you with band-aids on you and bruises all over

like you entered the gym for practice and you were just doing your normal manager tingz when our meme bois saw you and zoomed towards you

‘y/n-chan!!! we missed you!!!!

makki screeched which scared you so you dropped the crate of bottles onto your feet

‘owie’

you mumbled, the pain settling in at an overwhelmingly quick pace so there were tiny tears in your eyes

the duo gasped and quickly kicked the crate to the side like they were angry at it for hurting you

uwu omg thats so cute

or the one time you were wiping the sweat from kyo’s forehead

he had a small soft smile that could only be seen by you as you got rid of the sweat 

but that smile turned into a frown when he got a glimpse at the discoloration on certain parts of your arms

‘y/n’

he whispered

you blinked up and he gently grabbed your arm, fingertips ghosting over the bruises

‘how could you do this to your beautiful skin’

he mumbles and you shrugged

‘hmm,,, i didnt even know they were there’

kyo shook his head with an amused chuckle and iwa, who was drinking water at the side, noticed you two

then he noticed more at your other arm and baby boi hurriedly ran over to you

next thing you know, you got best bois fussing over you always hurting yourself and kyo gently headbutts you to tell you off while iwa flicks your nose

‘honestly, we cant trust you by yourself’

you just giggled at them which caused them to stumble and fluster

THESE BOYS ARE SO SOFT LIKE PLEASE

its quite normal for you to look like you just fell down the stairs and be so surprised whenever the boys point it out

like youd have this confused pout  and tilt your head ‘hm? hello. how did you get here’

its kinda cute

and ofc you would naturally have your ointments for bruises or a first aid kit at all times bc you never really know when it happens and you need to treat it quickly

the boys always count on you for medical tape when their fingers bleed or whenever watari gets bruises all over his legs bc of too many flying dives

the bench was a common place for you to treat the others and our libero babie was sitting there at one practice

you were kneeled on the floor and gently applying ointment on the growing colors on his skin 

‘hmm,,, wata-san, be careful next time, okay? your skin is really soft and pretty. its a shame to ruin it’

he wanted to scoff at the irony and the hypocritical comment but your worried and concerned eyes made him softly smile and nod

‘mhm. i will’

even though it was uneeded on reddened places, you would dig in your bag and fish out a gudetama bandaid on it

it was like a doctor’s signature for you and it makes the boys ltr fall in love with you all over again

ororororor that one time where kindaichi accidentally got a papercut during your study sessions and he was tearing up slightly at the pain

LMAO YALL REALLY OUT HERE TOUGHING OUT PAPERCUTS LIKE ITS NOTHING BUT I ACT LIKE I GOT STABBED 10 TIMES 

you grinned at him to show that it was going to be okay and he let you sit on his lap so you could treat it

he still had a pout and you were giving him forehead kisses to calm him down

‘see? its going to be okay. nurse y/n-chan is the best out there and she’ll take care of you!’

he laughed slightly and you victoriously smiled

once it was all wrapped up, you placed a kiss on it

‘ya gotta kiss it to make it better’

not saying im doing a kindaichi route or anything but he may or may not tackled you with kisses with that comment

but sometimes, they would have to be the one to put that bandaid on you

like one day, you were walking down the stairs to go to the changing rooms for practice and humming softly when you caught sight of the tall volleyball player mattsun at the bottom of the stairs

he was just passing by and you noticed him, waving your hand and shouting his name

‘mattsun-san!’

you greeted and he turned and he smiled brightly at you

you excitedly increased your pace going down the stairs, not noticing that you stepped on the edge of the step and caused your foot to slip

unfortunately, mattsun was too far away for him to catch you so you tripped and scraped your knee

he flashnyoomed over to you and kneeled in front of you to examine it

ofc it hurt like hell but you put up a brave front

‘its okay, mattsun-san’

his adorable eyebrows scrunched in concern and he quickly shook his head and gently picked you up to sit 2 steps up

you watched silently as he grabbed ahold of the familiar blue first aid kit from your bag and he opened it to take out alcohol and other treatment things

his fingers worked to open the bottle and pour a little bit of alcohol before he gently reached out to grab your leg

but before that, our babie mattsun is a gentleman and looked up for a permission to help you

‘its okay, mattsun-san’

you giggled and you booped his nose

he was slowly cleaning the wound and you could still tell he was worried with how his brows were still furrowed

‘mattsun-san’

you called out and he looked up

you smiled cutely and looked down, flustered, then met his eyes again

‘i fell for you’

mattsun.exe stopped working

like deadass he blanked for a second then his brain processed what you said and when he did, he dropped the cotton ball and his face blew up red

this babie grimaced, eyes shutting tightly and head leaning on your thigh

you giggled at him and ran your hands through his hair

‘i swear, y/n, i swear’

he kept mumbling and his heartbeat quickened to the point he felt faint and he felt light-headed

you were just too cute

too damn cute for his heart

too damn cute for this world

just too cute

and thats not good

mattsun quickly regained his senses and hurriedly placed the ointment and the bandaid on to finish the job

you reached out with your hands for a hug and mattsun gladly leaned in and you clung to him like a koala which made him hold you tightly against his chest

‘hmm~~~~ thank you, mattsun-san’

you appreciated and gave him a kiss on his cheek in gratitude which made him hide his face in your neck

‘im going to get a heart attack, y/n. take responsibility’

he mumbled, nipping your neck 

you chuckled and played with the hair on his neck

‘hm~ okay~ i take responsibility~’

I SWEAR MY MATTSUN SIMP IS NOW PEAKING THROUGH

that was only one of the accidents the seijoh boys went through with you and i swear those boys have superior intelligence in medical care just because you get hurt so much

until that one faithful day

you werent there

you werent at school or at practice

ofc you texted the coaches and the team that you werent going to be at school for a while and they spammed you asking what happened or if you were okay

but you didnt want to worry them so you just said that you were okay and it was just something that happened

ONG OIKAWA ACTUALLY CAME TO YOUR HOUSE BUT YOU TOLD YOUR PARENTS AND NATSU TO TELL HIM TO GO AWAY BC IF HE FINDS OUT WHAT HAPPENED, THE CHILE WILL STORM INTO YOUR ROOM AND LECTURE YOU 

HE ONLY WENT AWAY WHEN YOUR DAD CAME OUT WITH A BROOM AND THREATENED TO HIT HIM IF HE CONTINUES TO BOTHER YOU

UKAI VIBES HONESTLY

IS UKAI YOUR FATHER?

CONSPIRACY THEORY?

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED COME SOLVE THIS

then you finally appeared

dear god 

kunimi saw you enter the classroom and he almost shot up to saturn when he saw your cast

‘y/n!’

he shouted and kindaichi heard it from his classroom beside yours and he also usain bolted towards your classroom to your desk

the boi texted the team you were here and they all raced to your classroom 

EVERYONE WAS HAVING A FIELD DAY WITH THE APPEARANCE OF THE BEAUTIFUL VOLLEYBALL TEAM LIKE THE BOYS + YOU?! GODSEND

oikawa screeched at the sight of your arm and everyone was firing questions at you but you couldnt focus on one so you just sat there sheepishly smiling

‘Y/N! WHAT DID-’

‘I SWEAR ITS LIKE WE HAVE TO-’

‘MY HEART ALMOST DIED!! I THOUGHT YOU DIED-’

thank god your professor entered the shooed them out with a large textbook but your teacher smiled at you

‘l/n, good to have you back’

at lunch, dear god there was a riot

kunimi strong man kunimi hoisted you in his arms and walked over to the hidden team stairwell where everyone was waiting

they all had narrowed eyes and crossed arms, with iwakyo tapping their foot

you did the 🥺👉👈 and their eyes softened at that sight alone

‘you see,,,, i had a,,, concert,,, in the shower,,, and slipped’

they blinked, confusion swirling over everyone’s head

‘excuse me? you said you slipped in the bath?’

‘for a concert?’

‘you sing?’

the team facepalmed at the reason you came in with a broken arm and you pouted at them

‘sorry, captain, everyone. i didnt mean to’

you mumbled but the others couldnt blame you so they pulled you to a group hug

‘i swear, y/n-chan, you will get yourself killed one day’

‘sorry’

you apologized again but oikawa flicked your nose

‘no dont apologize. we’ll just have to be there for you constantly to look out for you’

and he stuck to that word

like oikawa came over to your house early in the morning to pick you up from school and your dad thought it was just him bothering again

so he sighed, placed his newspaper down, took a sip of tea, then stood up to go to the closet for his broom

this mans took a deep breath before opening his door and shouting and waving his broom around maniacally

‘SHUT UP!!! YOURE DISTURBING THE NEIGHBORS!! I WILL BEAT YOUR LOUD CRUSTY DUSTY-’

that woke up everyone in the house and you bolted down the stairs, terrified yet chuckling at the sight

then something happened for everyone in the neighborhood-or Japan- to wake up

yanno the drill ladies and gents

oikawa screamed

a/n: sorry i disappeared for a HOT SEC but im back!! and we finally going back to the groove!!! and uwu thanks for sticking by and waiting for another update and the next one might be my first not-seijoh work in a LONG WHILE so look forward to that!!! 

Heartbreak Summer 4

Bucky Barnes x Reader, College AU

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes broke your heart two years ago. Now, after settling down finally in college with your group of old and new friends, he ́s transferred into your school, and maybe back into your heart. 

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Angst galore, uhhh Buckys old house, more thor x reader a tiny bit tho

A/N: TAG LIST IS CLOSED! 

Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading loves, I hope you guys like it!

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College AU - Bucky x Reader

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes broke your heart two years ago. Now, after settling down finally in college with your group of old and new friends, he ́s transferred into your school, and maybe back into your heart.

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“I don’t get why they have to practice so early, I mean classes just ended for the day.” Wanda groaned as you all sat on the bleachers, blankets around your bodies as you all huddled for warmth, trying to shield from the snowflakes that would grace your cheeks and hair. 

“You’re tellin’ me, I have four more hours until it’s socially acceptable to go to bed.” You groaned, rubbing your gloved hands together, trying your best to create any form of friction for warmth. Wanda did the same, but instead clutched her hot chocolate to her chest and let out an annoyed mumble of words you didn’t understand.

The football team always practiced from three to eight. Five hours of drills, pain, and sweat. You grimaced at the thought. Now of course you didn’t have to be there. But it was tradition. No one missed a single practice since that time Steve had an asthma attack on the field in his freshman year of highschool. Vivid memories of that day replayed in your mind, the absolute terror on everyone's faces as he gasped for air. No one knew where his inhaler was, until Bucky came racing out of the locker room with it in his hand. Of course you didn’t know who Bucky was until a year later, but that day you could have sworn you started to look at him differently. 

So you all made a vow, you, Wanda, Nat, Tony, to never miss another practice, rain or snow. And now was the time when you all started to regret it. Whenever it got colder out, you all talked about how stupid of an idea it really was, complained about how you should end the stupid pact. Regardless no one ever did. You were all glad for the downtime, to just relax and chat over coffee or hot chocolates, and occasionally muffins from the stand outside of campus. 

During highschool, it was also where you and Bucky could flaunt the amazing part of dating a football player. The quick pecks on the lips after he made a good pass, or kicked a practice field goal made your heart soar. Or when he’d run up to you, as you screeched trying to get away from his stinky self, and pick you up in his arms peppering sloppy kisses to your face when it was a good day. 

But it also meant the bad parts. Him being stressed out after a practice gone wrong, the silence on the car rides back home, and tears shed because of one too many accidental cleats to the stomach during tackles. 

“Hey anyone know what the theory for-”

“No Peter” Everyone mumbled out of habit as the brunette flipped you all off and went back to scribbling in his physics notebook. 

“Tony why don’t you just help him. It’d save all of us a headache.” 

“Natalia, my dear, sweet little Natalia, he is my prodigee. I can’t just go around doing things for him. Parker here needs to learn to do them himself, then we’ll talk.” 

“Well if you would just-” 

“Zip it. I’m trying to watch the game.” Tony hissed, only now paying attention to the practice on the field. Internally groaning, you rested your head against Natasha’s shoulder and let your eyes focus on the grey clouds moving above you.

About an hour of trying to see what shapes you could find, practice finally ended early. 

“Thank god for Saltzman getting injured, otherwise I would still be freezing my ass off.” You muttered, tugging your maroon zip-up hoodie tighter around your body. Everyone nodded in silent agreement as you sat in the Student Union waiting for the guys to get back from the locker rooms. 

The Student Union area was smaller than most colleges, but was packed to the brim with things to do. An air hockey table was in the back corner, along with a small ping pong table, bright orange and blue paddles laying on top of it. There was a small stand by the front doors, filled to the brim with various snacks, ramen noodle options, drinks, and hot beverage machines. 

It was the center of the campus, but most people, obviously, shied away from it when giving tours. Does anyone really want to see where their kid is going to ditch off work to hang out with their friends? Didn't think so. 

Thankfully it was free of cameras and a majority of the staff didn’t care enough to stop any alcohol consumption that went on in there. Always muttering something about ‘At least they’re all in one place…’ Which you’d think would cause more concern, but apparently not. 

“Whatever, I'm getting something to drink.” Standing up, you pushed through small crowds and walked your way up to the front of the coffee station. Your eyes scanned over the small menu for the third time, hoping anything different than your usual would jump out at you. Normally, you wouldn’t have given it a second glance, choosing to order a simple caramel latte, sometimes with two shots of espresso to wake you up in the mornings, but hey nothing stays the same.  

“One hot chocolate please, with a kick.” 

The student behind the counter nodded and began mixing together the packet with hot water. Following with a dash of vodka and cinnamon. He topped the mug with whipped cream and handed it over to you with shaky hands. 

“Are you feeling alright? You never order hot chocolate.” A rough voice called out from behind you, turning around you rolled your eyes playfully and let out a faint chuckle. 

“Just not feelin’ the caffeine today, ya’ know?” 

“Oh but you’re up for a splash of happy water?” Thor asked, pulling out his wallet and handing the cashier the five dollar bill. 

“I had that you know… you don’t have to buy my drinks all the time.” You scolded, poking your pointer finger against his chest. He simply laughed, and moved his hand to yours, choosing to interlock your fingers instead of just swatting your hand away. 

Shooting him a timid smile you held the steaming mug in one hand, ignoring the possibility of small blisters, and chatted away with him about how practice went on your way back to the table. 

“Anyone know where Rogers is, I need our notes from class back.” You muttered, plopping down against one of the plush red couches, joining the rest of your friends. 

Bucky had seen your whole interaction with Thor, and there was a permanent scowl on his face the entire time. Of course he knew it wasn’t his place to say anything but it still made his blood boil in his veins. His chest felt constricted, heart beating furiously in his chest as he found it harder to breathe. The sight reminded him he wouldn’t be yours again, unless he somehow found a way to pull you back in again. 

That used to be him on your arm. Laughing shamelessly at some dumb thing Steve did, or you playfully slapping his arm as he whispered something suggestive in your ear. 

He let out a strangled sigh, and ran his fingers through his sweat stricken hair. “Sorry Doll, thinkin’ he might’ve gone up to the apartment to change and grab warmer clothes for the incoming storm.” He leaned back against the cushion and looked over at you. “I’m heading there now, I can drive you if you’d like.”

“I-uh no it’s-”

“Nonsense, c’mon I know you’ve missed Becc’s and my Ma.” He winked and held his hand out for you to take. 

He wasn’t wrong, you did miss his family, maybe even more than him, and you and his sister had a lot to talk about. So it was either get your ass in gear and actually finish your homework, or stall and head out. 

“Guess it wouldn’t hurt. I’ll see you guys later.” You said with a small grin as you grabbed your bag from the couch and swung it over your shoulder. Bucky gave you a small smile as he followed beside you out to the front doors, his hand ghosting over the small of your back, smugly grinning to himself, knowing Thor was watching. 

“Fuck!” You hissed as you slammed the door of Bucky's black Jeep shut and attempted to brush the now melted snowflakes from your hair. 

“I hate this weather.” Bucky muttered as he slid into the drivers side and slammed his door shut. Quickly turning on the car and blasting the heat. As you waited for the car to heat up, you reached for the aux cord and plugged it into your phone, “Doll you better play something worthy of my ears, or I might just cry.”

“Oh hush, I always play good music.”

“Yeah like what? The Jonas Brothers?”

“You leave Nick, Joe, and Kevin alone!” You shrieked, reaching over and smacking his upper-arm, which drew a hearty laugh from him as he pulled out of the parking lot. 

“Relax, you know I love a good jo bros song.” 

“You better.” You hissed, shooting him a glare which had him raising one hand up in defense. 

The car ride was long, and painfully quiet other than the soft sound of the radio, and the blasting of the heat. You brought your legs up to rest on the dashboard and leaned your head to the side to look out the window. 

The snow was coming down hard and the wind only made it worse. Bucky had the windshield wipers going at their full speed, the car going slower than 25mph. Two miles away from his Ma’s house and it would take hours. 

“So I never did get to ask, how was Europe?” You asked, glancing up at him from your phone as you scrolled through songs.

“It was great, beautiful even. Lots to do, and the legal drinking age is a plus, they certainly have much better beer.” His whole face seemed to light up as he continued on about his adventures, “When we actually get to my Ma’s I’ll have to show you the photos I took. The trip was great, albeit lonely but worth the experience.” He hummed, his fingers drumming along the steering wheel to the gentle sound of Dean Lewis playing in the background. 

“I can imagine. I’d sell a kidney to go. I remember when we would talk about living there when we were older. You were so adamant about not living in London.” You chuckled as he rolled his eyes, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“Hey! It’s expensive.”

“Yeah but we would have figured it out… like everything else…” You paused and looked out the window, almost like a dumb rom-com cliche, “Almost…” 

The car became eerily silent and you cleared your throat moving forward to switch the song to something more upbeat. “Anyways uh-”

“Fuck! No no no!” Bucky cursed and you felt the car slowly roll to a stop, sputtering out and then dying. 

“Oh fuck…” You muttered, as he frantically dug through his pocket for his phone. Dialing a number, he brought the phone up to his ear and climbed out. “Stay here.” He mumbled before slamming the door shut. 

Within a few short minutes the car started to get chilly again, and you groaned wrapping your coat even closer around you, if it were possible. The door was pulled open and quickly shut again and Bucky was sat there rubbing his gloved hands together and cursing under his breath. 

Tentatively you reached over and brushed a few snowflakes from his now bright red face, nose and cheeks nipped at by the cold air.

“Tow companies can’t come out until the morning, so either we sleep in this old piece of junk, or walk the mile to my Ma’s.” You glanced out the window, braving for the worst and grunted, shoving the door open. 

The second the harsh wind hit your face you winced, regretting your decision. But you decided against getting back in that car and walked around to the other side of the road. Bucky popped open the trunk and pulled out his and your bags, along with an old blanket. Your breath hitched as you ran your hands over the soft fabric.

“You kept it, for all this time?” 

“To be fair I didn’t have my car and I forgot I even had it. You can have it back, not like I have any use for it.”

Okay that stung a bit.

He slammed the trunk shut and tossing it at you. You stared down at the dark blue fleece in your hands and let out a muffled sigh.

This stupid fabric held so many memories for you and Bucky. He had bought you it when you mentioned around christmas time five years ago that you needed a throw blanket that you could just have hanging around.

You would sit on it with him when he’d take you to the drive in movies, and you’d curl up against him, laughing as he made stupid jokes and comments about the movie that was playing. 

Harsh winds ripped and pushed at one side of your coat, your body acting as a barrier for it. Bucky walked beside you, hands stuffed into his pockets, scarf pulled over his growing stubble, and occasionally bumping his arm into yours. 

“I don’t t-think I’ll ever hate anything… more than… this.” Your teeth chattered as you looked over at him, blinking rapidly to remove snowflakes from your lashes. 

“I know doll, we’re almost there…” He blew out and you watched as his breath seemed to freeze as it passed his lips, floating off into the sky, the wind taking it away. 

The finals steps up to his mother’s house was filled with staggering feet, and hot tears seemed to freeze as they slid down your cheeks from the cold. 

Bringing a hand up to knock, Bucky abruptly pushed past you and slammed through the front door, stumbling into the house and dragging you after him. You turned, and slammed the door shut, bracing against the harsh wind and snow pouring in as the smell of hot chocolate and warm apple pie filled your nose. 

“Buck is that you? I- OHMYGOD!” And just like that you were being slammed into again and stumbled back, falling against the carpeted stairs. 

Bucky yanked his sister off of you and hoisted her up to her feet, and then reached down and took your hand in his own. You jumped to your feet, and hastily brushed hair away from your face. 

“Becca, I love you, but please don’t knock me over again.” You teased pulling her in for a proper hug. She giggled and you felt her shake her head against your sweater. 

“Hey Ma?” Bucky called out, dragging his feet against the carpet in an attempt to remove the snow from his boots. 

“Yes my love?” Winnifred called out, her familiar voice making shivers run down your spine. 

You hadn’t heard from her in what felt like ages. Rushing past Becca, and Bucky into the kitchen you shyly looked up at her, a cheeky grin drawn on your features. 

“Sweetie!” She shrieked, dropping the freshly baked pie to the counter and racing towards where you stood. Winifreds' arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against her. “How are you?! Goodness it has been ages!” She rushed towards you, tugging off her oven mitts in the process and pulled you in for a tight hug.

“How have you been darling?” She cooed and any bit of cold left your body at her silky voice. 

“I’m hanging in there, what about yourself?” You spoke, voice cracking as you pulled away from her. 

“Oh you two must be frozen! Here let me pour you some cocoa.” Winnifred rushed around the kitchen, putting the kettle on the stove and preparing two mugs. “Bec’s why don’t you take (Y/N) upstairs, and help her get settled.” 

“Ma I think I can-” 

“Absolutely not mister, we are having a talk.” Winnifred interrupted her son and shot him with a cold glare motioning for him to sit at the kitchen island. Bucky grumbled a small ‘help me’ under his breath as he brushed past you, making you chuckle. 

“So how’s college been?” Becca asked excitedly as she helped you set up the Buckys old room. However you zone out when the memories hit you like a freight train. The now blank walls cause tears to form in your eyes, lip quivering as your hand reaches down to brush against the familiar and plush bed sheets. 

The warm light from the bedside lamp coats the room in a gold glow and suddenly you feel yourself floating with happiness, like you did in highschool. Happiness overwhelms you as you look around the room, slowly, to take everything in. 

The stain where Bucky got the legendary nose bleed, that you and Becca tried to clean for what felt like hours. You guess it never did fully come out like you had hoped. 

The crack in the window where you threw one to many rocks at in order to wake your then lover in the middle of the night. 

Childish feelings that you’re still chasing the high of. 

“Hey,” Bucky's voice, slow and rough washes over you like a bucket of ice water. “Sorry, probably shoulda told Bec’s not to set you up in here…” He clears his throat, startling you as the floating feeling goes away and now your feet feel like cinder blocks, weighted to the shagged carpeting beneath you. 

“N-no it’s okay! Unless you uh, want your room back…” He chuckles and shakes his head. 

“Don’t sweat it doll, I’ll take the guest room.” And with that he turns and disappears out through the door. 

Collapsing onto the twin sized bed, a sigh escapes you. 

You had stopped counting the days since he left after about four weeks. He had reached out to you, just to check in but you ignored it. Your heart breaking at the sight of his dumb letter, so you hid it away. 

Leave it to Bucky to send a fucking letter, you thought to yourself, as you tossed it into your desk drawer, never to be opened. He always was a hopeless romantic. 

But in the days he was gone, and even now you miss the dip in your mattress where he used to lay. The soft kisses he’d leave on your skin, and the soft breaths in the crook of your neck. The way his hair fell over his eyes, laughing softly as you tried to fix it, but always giving up in the end. He was apart of you, he branded himself into your skin, and his love was a drug to you, seeping into your veins, and you were tired of the withdrawals, yet fearful of the risks. 

You walk slower down the stairs than you’d like too. Eyes dragging over old photos on the wall, that held so much to the Barnes family. You pause halfway down the steps at a photo of you, kissing Bucky's cheek at prom. He had insisted on a grey suit, with you in a red dress. He was more into fashion than you, so you went for it unknowing that you two were completely off theme for the magical night. 

“Buck! Everyone is staring at us, you said we wouldn’t stand out.” Crossing your arms with a pout, your boyfriend let out a snort.

“Face it I lied, but you look radiant, better than anyone else here. Now come have a dance with me won’t you love?” He smiled, a genuine smile. One that he kept reserved for you, one that made you fall more in love than ever. 

“Fine, only if you promise not to embarrass me.”

“Sweetheart, when have I ever embarrassed you?” 

“In case you were curious, no Ma still hasn’t taken down the photos of us.” Bucky interrupts your flashback, a cold hand now resting on your upper back. 

“Neither has mine,” You admit, eyes darting to your hands as you begin to pick at your nails in embarrassment. “Funny though, she always loved you a bit more than me.” He laughs at that, a full body one that has you worried you’ve said something wrong. 

“Doll, your mom would put stars in the sky if it meant seeing you happy. So would mine actually.” He rubs the back of his neck, a shy grin on his face. You nod, staying quiet as you look over the photos on the wall once more. 

“I’m still…” Bucky clears his throat, his hand tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I-uhm… fuck it, I’m still- here for you, yeah… a-always.” He mentally slaps himself across the face for chickening out. He stares down at you, this entire time. Him being back, the trip back to his old house, all he’s been wanting to do is grab your face and kiss you. So, fuck it, he thinks as he carefully grabs your cheeks and pulls you flush against him, his lips crashing into your own. 

You don’t really know what to think, or do as you watch Bucky, almost in slow motion pull you closer and bring his lips to yours. Butterflies fill your stomach, your heart thumping wildly in your chest like a tiger wanting to break free of its cage. 

Then everything turns to bliss, you feel younger, free, full of love and passion. So your fingers grab at his sweater, pulling him closer to you begging for more. Your lips move in rhythm with his teeth bumping and scattered breaths. 

And then reality sets in. Here you are standing in your ex boyfriends stairwell, in his moms house, making out with him. 

You whimper, pulling yourself away from him. And for a moment your brain and heart become one, urging you to go for more, urging you to jump back into his arms and kiss those delicious rosey lips again, have him pull you into his room and pin you against the bed like he would when you were younger. Your breathing picks up, and you shake your head shoving past him and into his old room. 

“Y/N wait!” He calls after you, and the echoes of his heavy feet racing up the stairs makes you panic, slamming the door. 

Bucky pauses in front of the door as he hears the soft click of the lock, his heart breaking in two. He should have waited, should have fucking waited.

He runs a hand over his face and groans, making his way slowly down the hall and into the guest bedroom.

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BP: Bets Placed

A lil Fire Force fic done as a little Monday Madness with my good friend GA!Babe. Prompt: “Whoever loses gets tickled by _______ for five minutes.”

“Rookies! Get in here!”

Shinra, Arthur, and Tamaki all look up from their paperwork at the sound of Captain Obi’s booming voice. Confused, the all share a quick glance before getting up to follow instructions. Of course, the second Shinra and Arthur meet eyes, they’re sprinting to try to be the first out of the room and in front of Obi. Their nonstop competition nothing new to the members of the company, no one pays it too much mind when they’re shoving each other in the door frame. With the whole company now present, Obi smirks. “It’s that time of year again! The Annual Fire Force Charity Softball Tournament! And for the first time, we have enough members to field a team.”

Shinra tilts his head as he asks, “The Special Fire Force does a softball tournament? I get doing a charity, but why softball?”

“Softball was selected due to its founding being credited to fire stations present before the Great Cataclysm,” Hinawa supplies from beside the captain. “The game originated with fire companies, so it seemed appropriate.”

“Anyway, we thought it might be a good idea to practice some during down time. Not everyone at once since we need to be prepared if a call comes in. But a little practice for a few of us every now and again should help prepare us so we can make a decent showing for our time in the tournament. Plus, it’s good team building!”

With the announcement of their company taking part in the upcoming tournament, excitement and competitive energy filled the station over the following days. Groups of three would head out to the nearby park to work on batting, throwing, catching, fielding, and perhaps a little bit of trash talking. It seemed to be a good pastime for the company, and everyone seemed to be having fun with each other… well. Almost everyone.

Obi sighed dramatically, completely ignored by the arguing Shinra and Arthur. He’d brought the boys along for a little bp at the park and they hadn’t even started and the two were already at each other’s throats.

“Stupid knight! There’s no way you’re a better ball player than me. Neither of us have even played before, so what would you know?”

“Well, devil, it’s not hard for a knight to best a beast.”

“Oh yeah?! Well just you watch! I’m going to hit more balls than you!”

“I’m sure I will hit far more than you!”

“No, I will!”

“I will!”

“No, you won’t!”

“Yes, I will!”

“Arthur! Shinra!”

The two boys stop bickering and whip their heads to their captain, but don’t move away from their aggressive stances, ready to continue attacking each other’s throats. Glad to finally have the two rookies’ attention, Obi continues, “How about instead of yelling at each other about how many balls you’re gonna hit, we actually hit some? And we’ll keep track. I’ll give you each ten pitches. Get the most out of ten and you win, but we’ll do best two out of three rounds. Sound good?”

Arthur and Shinra turn to each other, eyeing up their opponent before they each give an affirmative nod. Arthur adds, “I should make you kneel before me after you lose. And have you complete all my paperwork.”

Shinra growls, “How ‘bout when you lose you get demoted to… to peasant! While doing my paperwork!”

“Hey now. This is supposed to be a fun little competition you two. Also, no one will be doing anyone else’s paperwork, that’s not allowed.”

The pout on Shinra’s face should not be allowed to be that adorable as he whines, “But Captain, I want something to happen when he loses.”

“Hey! It’ll be you who loses and is punished.”

These kids are going to be the death of him, Obi thinks with an exasperated smile. “Alright, how about this? Whoever loses gets tickled by the winner and me for five minutes. That way the winner also gets a prize for their victory and I get to have a little fun for getting roped into your little rivalry.”

Arthur smirks. “That would be acceptable.”

Shinra’s face tenses into his so-called devilish (adorable) nervous smile. “But that’s- I mean-“

“What? Scared you’ll lose, devil?”

Spurred on by the provoking the knight, Shinra swallows and shouts, “No! I can beat you! Easy! You’re on!”

Obi laughs at the two rookies. They certainly liven up the company and make everyday interesting. “Alright then, boys. Let’s play ball!”

Shinra manages a solid three hits in his first appearance at the plate. He found himself far too impatient to wait for the ball and kept swinging ahead of it. The swing alone was something he wasn’t used to. The nerves he was feeling at what would come if he was to lose was certainly not helping. Just the thought had him shifting his weight foot to foot anxiously and he couldn’t get his nervous smile to leave his face. But it was going to be fine, because there’s no way Arthur would win.

Arthur won the round with the first four pitches.

And proceeding to hit the following six lobbed balls of his round.

Obi couldn’t keep himself from laughing at Shinra’s dropped jaw and clear realization that he wouldn’t win this. Truthfully, it was a little unfair. Sure, neither of the two had played before, but Arthur’s entire fighting style and training revolved around swinging a stick to hit a moving target. Shinra didn’t really have a shot.

Arthur rests the bat against his shoulder as he looks back at Shinra. “You won’t win the next round, much less the next two, devil. Though the Knight King will get the last laugh, you’ll be the one laughing soon.”

Red spreads across Shinra’s cheeks and up his ears as he gulps; nervous smiling growing wider and wider. He’s screwed.

“Come on, Shinra. I’ve got at least ten more pitches for you. Make them count!”

His second at-bat—while better than the first—was not enough. While he’d gotten a bit more comfortable with repetition, this was still new to him and his head wasn’t in the game. As he watched Arthur get another hit to the grass, surpassing his own number of hits, Shinra fiddled with the hem of his sleeves, knowing what he was about to face.

Arthur’s final pitch for the round was the first one he completely missed, too eager to cash in on his victory. With the round won, Arthur immediately dropped his bat and ran straight for Shinra, tackling him to the ground. Shinra yelped as he hit the dirt, already giggling in nervous anticipation. “Wahahait!”

“I’m not even touching you, yet! By the agreed upon terms, you lost, devil. Not gonna go back out of a deal, are you?”

Shinra looks from the stupid smug look on the stupid smug knight’s face from his perch atop his body to the amused smirk of his captain looming over him. He whines as he squeezes his eyes shut and covers his red face and large face with his hands. “I’m not backing out. A hero doesn’t go back on his word!”

The loud shout about what a hero’s supposed to do gains a laugh from the captain, who squats down and pulls Shinra’s hands away from his face and over his head. Arthur nods sagely, “Though the knight king has bested the hero, that is noble of you, devil.”

His words are lost on Shinra who is tugging at his arms to try to hide his face. The tickling hasn’t even begun and he’s already flailing about. “Best not to keep the kid waiting, Arthur. You’ve got five minutes!”

With that, Arthur scratches Shinra’s ribs through the fabric of his civies. Shinra’s nervous anticipatory giggles quicken as Shinra laughs, squirming to get away from the sensation. The tugging of his arms gets more frantic as Arthur’s fingers spider higher and higher before settling under his arms and drilling into the hollows. Shinra shrieks as he kicks his legs frantically, trying to dislodge his assailant. “Aahaharthur! Obi thahat’s not- ah! Fahair! I cahan’t-“

Obi laughs at his subordinate’s plight, “Can’t what? Can’t take a little tickling? Can’t move your arms? Can’t wait for us to tickle you more? You know what I can help with that.”

Obi then lets go of Shinra’s arms—which immediately flail wildly and accidentally smack him across the face—and adds his own fingers to the mix, gently spidering around Shinra’s neck and ears. Shinra tosses his head side to side as the highest, softest, most precious giggles slip passed his lips as he tries to whine, “Nohoho!”

Laughing more boisterously than the ticklee on the ground, Obi comments, “I’m sorry, kid, you’re just too adorable.”

Arthur pulls back from one of Shinra’s flailing arms, only to have a jerking knee hit his back, as he complains, “You’re moving too much. We’ll have to change that.”

Before Obi can ask what the kid is talking about, Arthur flips around, situates himself on Shinra’s shins and starts lazily drawing shapes into his soles. Almost immediately, Shinra stops his flailing, laying near ramrod straight as a loud shriek leaves his mouth. His previous violent squirming and flailing has been reduced to twitches, head shakes, and Shinra’s hands gripping and smacking the grass below him interchangeably. While his struggling has decreased, his laughter has only gotten louder and more frantic, with a few pleas thrown into the mix.

As the time winds down, so do the tickling fingers. Arthur stands and looks down at Shinra, who’s curling into a ball on his side, still riding out the residual feeling and laughter. Obi gently ruffles the kids hair as he asks, “You alright there, kiddo?”

Shinra just nods. Arthur decides to further reassure the captain with his own answer, “He’s fine. He thinks it’s fun.”

Burying his face into his arms, Shinra just whines. It wouldn’t be heroic to lie.

Looking between the two rivals, Obi just wishes these two would admit that they’re friends. They’ll have plenty of time to get there as long as their part of his company. His family. Sol, these kids are gonna be the death of him.

Voyager

My season one fic for the KYA series. This is a prologue on the earliest memories of the reader and Spencer. And I promise it will get way more fluffy and romantic this one was just like a build up to their actually courtship. And also I love Spencer’s purple scarf so much so I will continue to include it in my fics☺️

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“Look all I’m saying is there’s no way Gideon will agree to it”.

“And all I’m saying is we shouldn’t be going into this without consulting our unit chief, Morgan” (Y/n) jeered on the way up the stairs.

“Consulting is one thing, but they want him up and at ‘em. Out in the field with us” Morgan said, fixing the cuffs of his jacket.

“You’re that worried about him?” (Y/n) asked as they turned a corner right before Gideon’s office.

“You’re not?”.

Morgan opened the door and let (Y/n) pass. When he looked over his shoulder he could see Hotch walking around the same corner and kept the door held open. (Y/n) felt the freezing air in Gideon’s office slap her across the face once she planted herself near his sloppy stacks of books just outside his archway computer station.

It was never out of the question to argue with Morgan, a few petty debates or the occasional jab was all fun and games, but there was always the nagging question at the back of (Y/n)’s mind.

Am I part of the team?

Surely a year of solid work would be enough to prove that, at least on paper, but for the general consensus it all felt off. Morgan was always nice, his playful flirting sometimes gave her a little pep in her step. Hotch gave her credit when credit was due and Gideon had personally talked her down on a few occasions when she first began working with the group of profilers. But Dr. Reid was a completely different story. Never really opening up, lots of side glances, and even right now as he stood in the corner with (Y/n) beside him as their unit chief rummaged through papers, he didn’t speak. Just a lot of side glances, he looked at her shoes momentarily and then back up to her ears which were being concealed by a drape of long hair.

Reid kinda liked her hair.

“I looked the case file over. I’ll get some thoughts to you ASAP”, Gideon said from his computer, just as he let out his last syllable (Y/n) watched as Hotch interjected.

“You’re coming with us to Seattle ASAP”.

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In the team (Y/n) was their “expert on child offense crimes”, she first consulted with the BAU on a child abduction case months prior to her instatement. She sat at their roundtable and surveyed the crime scene photos and the whole time she wouldn’t have even suspected that Dr. Reid was profiling her. After all, she wasn’t a part of the team yet, no rules broken.

She wore her wristwatch facing inward. Military, maybe special forces, she also stood in the doorway with her arms placed stiffly behind her back at parade rest until Gideon and Hotch greeted her. Reid suspected newly ex-Army. The constant scratching of her index nail against the table is a clear indicator of a nervous tick that’s being aggravated as we speak. Her staggeringly long hair that appears to be covered in split ends means she never touches her hair, she never thinks of it much; in fact a lot of her physical appearance suggests the same thing.

For an ex soldier she didn’t have much discipline in her attire. Before Reid could look deeper (Y/n) quickly stood up and began gesturing at the photos for the profilers to see. Dr Reid shifted his eyes between the presentation in front of him and the presenter herself. Her lips were pink like pale roses, they were chapped and it appeared that she probably bit them periodically-favoring the left side more than the right.

As if in an instant she was gone and dismissed with a firm handshake from Hotch. Reid never spoke to her nor did he ever try to make himself known to her; in his mind (Y/n) (Y/l/n) was an agent he’d bet on never seeing again.

Four months later an opening at the BAU presented itself. Gideon approved (Y/n)’s request and Hotch took a leap of faith on (Y/n) after her rather stiff interview, the backbone of her previous experience with the team and stellar academy scores pushed her name straight to the top of their list. A few weeks into being on the team (Y/n) was woken up at three in the morning on a Saturday to be briefed on a case in Tempe Arizona. A few days into the case (Y/n) and Reid found themselves in a spontaneous crossfire. When Spencer told Morgan that (Y/n) had seen the unsubs gun a few feet away and tackled him to block him from harm's way Morgan just laughed.

“Guess you’ve got yourself a little protector” he had said with a beaming smile.

Reid just furrowed his brows and decided to brush it off, it was Morgan being Morgan.

Then when (Y/n) yelled at a deputy in Kansas when he told Reid to shove it as he rambled he thought about it for the rest of the day.

I don’t need a protector, he kept saying.

It wasn’t until they all were flying back to Virginia that Reid even brought the subject up to her.

“(Y/n)?” Reid cleared his throat.

“Yeah?” (Y/n) lifted her headphones up from her ears and let them hang around her neck.

It was quiet, everyone dozed off in their sectors the only sounds were the vibrations of Morgan’s snores. It made the entire encounter that much more awkward.

“I just-well I…” Reid struggles through even getting past the first sentence, “Well I just don’t want for you to think that I don’t appreciate you helping me but I just-“.

“Reid what’re you talking about?” (Y/n) laughed.

“I just don’t need you coddling me out in the field”.

(Y/n) left her mouth to hang open a bit, she was surprised that Spencer would be so blunt all of the sudden. Months of dancing around her, sharing a few conversations every now and then-full and clear sentences were a bit hard to come by and at this point (Y/n) had come to expect very little.

“I’m sorry, Reid. I didn’t know I was making you uncomfortable”.

“No, I wasn’t uncomfortable. I just don’t need someone to take care of me” he averted his eyes to his lap.

“Reid I’m not trying to take care of you. If someone points a gun at you I’m gonna push you out of the way, especially when you’re busy looking through your bag. You’re my partner, we look out for each other. When I was in special forces your team was your family, you protect the people you care about”.

Reid felt a bit embarrassed, his cheeks felt warm. His gaze was moving from left to right as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. He felt stupid and insensitive. He never really talked to her and she considered him her partner, they worked well together and she always had his back no matter what, but in the back of his mind Spencer knew why he couldn’t allow himself to even invite her to play chess with him. What if she laughed at him?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t ever think of it like that,” Spencer said softly.

“I didn’t expect you to. We’re not even that close anyways” (Y/n) places her headphones back over her ears, snuggling back into the corner of her seat.

“We could be” Reid blurred out a little too loudly, but (Y/n) heard it over her headphones.

Quickly dragging the headphones back to her neck (Y/n) looked straight at Reid with her eyebrows creased, “What?”.

“We could be friends. Gideon said you’re a good chess player, do you wanna play...with me?”.

Yeah I’d love to,” (Y/n) beamed. Reid began rearranging the pieces on either side of the board quickly. “Did you see the last episode of Voyager?”

Reid looked up from the board and grinned from ear to ear, “I’m waiting till we get back home, so don’t spoil anything”.

“Fine then I won’t even tell you about when Janeway flies the Vo-“

“Shhhhh” Spencer cupped his hands over his ears and he tried to hold in his giggles.

“I’m kidding. I won’t say a word”.

“Thank you. Now let’s play”.

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When the plane landed Spencer and (Y/n) were red in face from holding in their laughter for hours. They let their groggy team members file out as they collected the chess pieces, when (Y/n) looked up Spencer was still beaming. They stayed attached at the hip as they stepped off the jet into the freezing night air. While they talked (Y/n) tucked her hands underneath her arms for warmth, the air was already starting to feel sharp against her cheeks and she wanted nothing more than to shuffle into the office and hop into a humid cab.

“Are you cold?” Reid asked.

“No I just really want to get home, my feet are killing me” (Y/n) held the bridge of her nose as she succumbed to a few sniffles.

Without a word Spencer took his purple cotton scarf he had tucked inside his coat off his neck; he walked in front of (Y/n) to stop her in her tracks halfway down the landingstrip.

“Reid what’re you doing?”.

Spencer kept his mouth shut as he wrapped the scarf around (Y/n)’s neck. He tucked it close to her body, his thumb accidentally brushing across her soft jawline. Spencer avoided her gaze at all costs, the way her big brown eyes burned holes in him would send blood right to his cheeks.

“Thank you” (Y/n) said almost inaudibly.

Reid just nodded, what he was doing didn’t feel real at that moment. He quickly untucked her hair from the folds of the cotton.

Reid really liked her hair.

(Y/n) kept the scarf close to her cheeks as they walked down the landingstrip, when Spencer opened the door to the office she reached around to take it off just before Spencer stopped her.

“It’s fine it’ll be pretty cold tonight you should hold on to it” Spencer felt his voice tremble as he spoke.

(Y/n) knew there was no point in interjecting. She knew she was blushing at Reid’s kindness, she couldn’t help it, the way his warm hands had felt against his freezing skin and the gentleness of his touch.

“Goodnight, Reid” (Y/n) said softly, “I’ll get this back to you ASAP”, she held out her hand and gave Spencer’s arm a quick squeeze.

“Goodnight (Y/n)”.

saving brett: part one

lowercase is a stylistic choice

tfw these next two posts are long cuz i can’t remove any more scenes

summary: dallas has to put aside her hatred to prevent a death.

word count: 1473

the stadium lights came on, flooding the field; dallas flinched as she went to find liam and mason.

she passed the devenford prep players on her search and had to resist the urge to “accidentally” throw brett into the bleachers.

finally, she found her friends, sneaking up beside mason and grabbing his side with a ragh!

“there you are!” he exclaimed once he came down from his brief heart attack. “where were you?”

“took a walk to get some coffee,” she answered, holding up her starbucks cup to prove it. “why are we watching brett get dressed?”

mason looked at liam, and the look on his face answered her question.

“ah.” she took a sip of her coffee.

“i don’t care if he’s a foot taller than me,” liam said. “i think i can take him.”

dallas raised her brow at him. “honey, you so could, but we can’t risk getting distracted.”

“yeah. . .” mason said after a moment’s pause, more to liam rather than her.

liam look from mason to brett, and she saw the lightbulb go off above his head as he looked back at mason. “what do you think you’re doing?”

“what? me?”

dallas sipped her coffee, almost choking at the i’m onto you look on liam’s face.

mason made a tsch sound. “agreeing with you. i’m being agreeable.”

“you think he’s hot, don’t you?”

“no! no. not at all. no way!” mason looked at brett, who had finally put a damn shirt on and was snapping his shoulder pads on. “maybe. yeah, maybe a little.”

“hot? yes.” liam looked at her, almost looking offended. “but he’s too damn cocky to be attractive.”

as if he knew they were talking about him, brett looked up at them.

“he wants to destroy me,” liam said.

“i think you could definitely take him,” mason said, and dallas nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

liam nodded, comforted by his friends' words, looking back at brett.

“and then give him to me,” mason added, making liam and dallas laugh. “no, just go out there and kick their smug prep school asses, man.”

liam smiled, fistbumping mason. “alright.”

“good luck, honey,” dallas told him, kissing his cheek like a mother would. “bring me a tooth as a souvenir.”

“you’re so weird,” liam said, pulling on his helmet and going to join the team.

mason and dallas went to get a seat in the bleachers.

“hey, liam! think fast!”

she looked up just in time to see brett shoot the ball at liam and liam catch it easily.

it took everything in her not to jump over the people in front of her and tackle the prep school douchebag.

the whistle blew and everyone got on the field.

“this is gonna end badly, isn't it?” mason asked.

“i hope not. . .” she said. “you got this, liam!”

 the game was a disaster.

brett was good, she couldn’t deny, but devenford prep's aggressive targeting of liam made her see red.

after being slammed to the ground by two of devenford prep's players, liam threw off his helmet and gloves and tried to lunge at them, only to be stopped by scott and stiles.

“come on, liam. . .” she muttered, chewing nervously on her thumb.

at some point, stiles miraculously got hold of the ball and passed it to kira, who froze before obeying everyone’s yelling to run. she dodged the opposing players effortlessly, and dallas heard coach yelling for her to pass, but she took her own shot.

dallas cheered loudly, clapping the best she could with her coffee in her hand. “go, kira!”

coach wasn’t so impressed, though, and he called her over and benched her for the rest of the game.

seriously?

on the next play, things were going fine until garrett caused a collision between himself, liam, and brett. the whole crowd gasped in horror.

dallas passed her coffee to mason and hurried from the bleachers as liam was pulled up by stiles and scott; she stood at the edge of the field, waiting for the moment.

“how hard did you hit him?” she heard scott ask.

“i didn’t,” liam said. “he hit me.”

she caught the scent of blood and looked to see brett still laying on the field. something must have been broken in the collision.

the field paramedics pulled him up and dragged him off the field toward the school.

“are you cut? did garrett cut you?”

she wanted to hear liam's answer, but something told her to follow brett.

a few minutes later, a text from lydia confirmed her feeling.

the next chunk of the dead pool, and on it was a familiar name.

brett talbot.

she lost track of them when she stopped to read the text, but it didn’t take a genius to know to check the locker room.

when she got there, though, she found the paramedics unconscious and heard quite a commotion inside.

she stepped over the bodies to find garrett’s girlfriend violet standing over brett with her necklace—glowing?—around his neck.

“am i interrupting something?”

violet looked back at her. “two for one, huh? not what i was looking for, but i’ll take it.”

“are you gonna fight me, violet?” dallas asked. “or do i have my work cut out for me?”

violet removed her necklace from around brett's neck, turning and facing dallas full on. “you'd think something as rare as you would be worth more.”

dallas shrugged. “shame you’re worth nothing. guess all i get out of this is satisfaction.”

violet sneered at her, snapping her necklace at her like a whip.

“kinky, but i’m not into that.”

violet lunged and dallas let her get her hands around her throat, using the momentum to throw her into the lockers. she hit the ground and dallas kicked her swiftly in the side.

“you need to weaken them to stand a chance?” kick. “pathetic.”

violet yelled in anger, pushing herself up and swinging her legs to knock dallas’s right out from under her.

she hit her head on a bench as she fell, shaking off the daze. “ooh, bitch.”

violet came to her, moving the get her necklace around her neck; dallas blocked it, but she wrapped the necklace around her wrist and pulled her arm over her own neck.

“at least take me to dinner first. . .” dallas headbutted violet and scrambled to her feet when the necklace was off her wrist. “you know, it’s no fun carrying the banter on my own. no? fine.”

she crouched and pulled something out of her boot, flipping it open to reveal a silver-coated butterfly knife.

“impressive,” violet said as she and dallas started to circle each other.

dallas took a fighting stance. “i don’t want to kill you, violet, but i will if i have to.”

violet abandoned her necklace, lunging at dallas, but this time, she was prepared, using dallas’s own tactic against her. she slammed the redhead on the floor, wrestling her knife from her and stabbing it into her shoulder.

she cried out, but it turned into laughter. “none of their weaknesses. . .”

“but i know you don't heal like they do.” violet smirked, pulling the knife from her shoulder and slashing her throat.

they heard footsteps in the hall, and violet ducked into hiding as scott entered the locker room.

“dallas?!”

“tr. . . trap. . .”

“what?”

suddenly, violet appeared behind him and got her necklace around his neck, tightening it as it began to glow.

“he said we shouldn’t try,” she said. “but now i got you. i got an alpha.”

dallas couldn’t move her head to look, but she knew violet had just made a big mistake. she heard the struggle as her focus began to blur.

blood. . . need blood. . .

no. . .

“i think you better call your dad,” scott said.

stiles?

“holy shit!” stiles exclaimed, coming to her side. “dallas?!”

scott came up beside him. “she needs blood to heal. . .”

“n-no. . .”

“we're not gonna let you die, dallas. . .” stiles said, picking up her knife and using it to cut his wrist.

she tried to resist as he put his bleeding wrist over her mouth, but the second she tasted the blood, she couldn’t fight her instinct. she felt her wounds healing and her strength coming back as she drank, but she knew she had to stop. her human side mustered up all of its strength and pushed stiles away before she could lose control.

she sat up, gasping, and wiped the blood from her mouth. “brett—”

ok so hot jock david and cheerleader matteo was *chefs kiss* would you ever consider doing one from david's pov ??

i’m watching the sooners take on lsu and already want to die, so let’s fucking go

matteo’s pov

-you play football? the principal asked with an airiness in her voice, looking over the file in her hands at him as her glasses slipped down her nose. yes, david answered easily, and he clawed his nails into a hole that was in the arm of his chair. quarterback? she asks with a little bit of hum, looking between the file and david. yes, david repeats. we have an opening on our team here, if you were interested, she says simply, flipping a couple of pages around, though i understand that might a little overwhelming with the move and all. and david’s breath catches in his throat because he thought the only thing in front of him was a series of closed doors, it wouldn’t be a problem? he asks with a little bit of hope stuck to the edges of his words. no, not at all, she says with a little smile, her hands folding over each other as they rested on the desk. 

-david goes to meet with the head coach that afternoon, who's voice is gruff and overused as he shakes david’s hand with a little bit too much enthusiasm and compliments the way david’s previous team absolutely demolished them the previous year. he leaves as the new starter and thinks about second chances. 

-he meets the team in the flurry of his first day starting a new school and tries to keep up with everyone’s names and positions as they all come up and clap him on the back in greeting like they’re already old friends. the defensive captain takes him aside after initial introductions, leading him onto the field and giving him a low down that david was manically trying to absorb, the previous qb was weak on the left, mostly ran a running game, but i heard you got an arm. and i know that fitzy has been itching to prove that he can catch half way down the run, so i’d try to stick with him while you’re getting- he collides with another boy that was standing near the entrance to the fence and throws a nasty look over his shoulder. anyways, he overexaggerates, as you’re getting in the rhythm. his voice fades out as david looks over his shoulder to see the other boy, who’s hair was flopping down in his eyes, who was glaring at their backs with his face scrunched up in a way that david supposes is to be mean, though it mostly made david want to learn a little bit more. 

-the boy looks away when he catches david’s glance, and david wishes he didn’t. he looked good in those little shorts though, david thinks. 

-he sees the boy again in the locker room later that day. he’s grabbing his stuff out of his locker, and david takes a moment to appreciate the lines of his body as he walks towards his own just a few away. hey, he says before he can really stop himself, just because he was itching in a way he couldn’t place to see the way the boy’s eyes looked up close. he looks over his shoulder, and his brows furrow up in what david thinks must be confusion. hey, he repeats as he clears his throat and goes to zip up his stuff, and david feels the words, i’m david, fall out of his mouth as he accidentally knocks his hand into his lock and tries to cover it up with a smile that he hopes at least looks a little bit cool. i heard, the boy responds like it was obvious, and david feels his smile get a little bit bigger while he thinks this might be easier than he thought. did you? he asks. somebody pulls matteo’s attention away from him with a yell and a shout, and sneers something a little harsh out to him in a way that made david remember old locker rooms and people who didn’t appreciate a good thing, even if that thing was a little bit different than them. but matteo serves the guy something just as cold back as he slams his locker shut. david thinks it’s a shame as matteo storms out. he thinks about doors that he thought he might be able to open, even if the last time he tried, he ended up getting kicked out. 

-david meets a girl named leonie in his math class who smiles politely at him and holds her hand out for him to shake like it was something david should want to do, and there’s something about the way her eyes sparkle that make david respect the way she shakes his back. you’re on the football team? she whispers when they’re both done with their work and are waiting for the teacher to do something other than drown on about the good old days. david nods and shrugs. i’m one of the cheer captains, she says, and david says that that’s cool. he’s was friends with the cheerleaders at his old school. they taught him how to do a back flip. what’s the name of the guy on your team? i think he’s a captain, too, he asks when he finally thinks about it after the teacher starts going on a tangent about traffic. who? matteo? 

-they have the same literature class, him and matteo, and by certain fates, david is assigned the open seat next to him. he goes to say hello, smile at him, maybe tell him that he likes his sweater if he was feeling a little bit bold, but he doesn’t even look at him when david plops down next to him and quietly whispers some sort of greeting to him. and david thinks about desperate times and perhaps desperate measures. are you really the cheer captain? david asks a little bit louder because matteo hasn’t looked over yet, and it was making david want to stick out his bottom lip. certainly he wasn’t that repulsive, he thinks. what about it? matteo asks with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and david scrunches his nose up because matteo still hasn’t turned towards him even though david is leaning in close enough that he might fall right out of his chair if he were to lean anymore. desperate measures. i just never got your name is all, didn’t think it was leonie, he teases because maybe if polite conversation didn’t work, david could tug on a pigtail just to get a little bit of attention. and matteo’s purses his lips and looks over with a pretty flush on his face as he bites back, right, and i’m sure your the defensive line captain, too. how many tackles you get last year?

-as david is chatting with leonie before practice, he notices matteo look up at him and immediately turn away just in time to miss the way that david waves at his back. is he always that friendly? he asks leonie when she laughs into the back of her hand at the way he frowns. he just isn’t a fan of football players, she says with a bit of a smirk as she seems to realize something that must have been written clearly on david’s face, though you might be able to change his mind. open his eyes to new possibilities. 

-david learned almost instantly that subtle flirtation and quietly placed compliments laced through his smiles weren’t going to get him anywhere around the same time that he cements the fact that matteo with his jaw clenched and his cheeks pink was something he caught himself thinking about too many times when he couldn’t sleep at night. desperate measures, he catches himself repeating as he drags out greetings when he’s walking past matteo in the hall and winks slow enough to make sure that matteo sees, just because he knew that matteo was going to shake his head, roll his eyes, and look away. the only attention that ever seems to satisfy the way his fingers reach out towards matteo when he isn’t paying attention is when he gets matteo to throw jabs back at him in literature as he scoots in close to avoid their assignment together in hopes for  a slice of matteo’s affections. 

-he watches him on the sidelines, tossing people in the air and throwing himself over his feet, and tries to convince himself that it isn’t creepy, just an act of silent admiration towards a team that was dedicated to the encouragement and support for his own. every now and then, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, matteo looks back at him, too. 

-david thinks about matteo too much in those little shorts he wears to practice, and david knows- knows, that that at the very least is just a touch creepy. 

-the season starts next week, david says when matteo has been blankly staring down at his homework that’s completely filled in anyways, and the teacher hasn’t shown up even though class started ten minutes ago. and david was feeling a little bit bored because he’s already tried to say something to matteo twice and flipped through his phone more than that. i know, matteo responds, moving his pencil idly over the page in front of him, and the sound of his voice makes david feel a little bit giddy at the same time the desire to get matteo to look at him was reaching the top of david’s head. are you gonna cheer for me? he asks because he knows that ought to get a reaction, and it does because matteo scoffs at him and mutters back, we cheer for everyone. don’t flatter yourself. and it makes david laugh, somewhere in his throat as he leans back in his chair as he admits, well i’m excited to see your dance anyways. he means it, but he doesn't think matteo believes him. 

-the third game of the season is against his old school. and david makes it a point to toss a fifty yard throw that fucking brady would be proud of as it lands right into fitzy’s hands like a blessing, and he slides himself into the end zone like it was that easy. david gets sacked on the next play. hard. and the tackle spits down at him and asks how he managed to get on another team, which wasn’t much appreciated by one of his lineman who pushes the tackle away from david with a shout and a reminder to stay in his lane. david looks him right in the eye the next down as he spins left around him and runs to the end of the field his own goddamn self. 

-they win that game in a blowout, 42 to 7. david doesn’t shake his old coach’s hand. his own coach didn’t make him. 

-they win the game in a blowout, and everyone starts talking about how david was the best player the school had ever seen. everyone seems to have plenty of nice things to say about him, except perhaps the one person he really wanted to.

-did you watch the game last week? david asks matteo, not really expecting to get an answer, but willing to shoot his shot anyways, like every other day. he never was a quitter after all. and his constant attempts must wear down on matteo eventually because he rolls his eyes and responds, i go to all the games. you know that. and david feels satisfied all the way down to his toes and knows that it’s showing on his face as he leans in to say,  just cause you’re there, doesn’t mean you watch. you said so yourself, you cheer for everyone, in attempts to keep the conversation going. and for some reason, that must stump matteo, if just a little bit, because he keeps looking away and back towards david like he was going to throw his hands up at it, and goes, yeah, and? and david wants to spell it out as clear as he can because even though he wouldn’t say he was being subtle before, he feels the need to tear his chest right open and pull his cards out from behind his sternum to lay them on the table. i watch you, you know? he says with his voice only a little bit wobbling, you finally got your front flip things timed with that other guy.

-and that must stump matteo even more because he stares at david like a fish out of water before he goes to argue, you’re in the locker room when we perform routines. david perks up a little bit because now this is officially the longest conversation they’ve ever had without saying something mean to each other, and he’s willing to keep it going even longer just to see if he can memorize the color of matteo’s eyes. they were making their way into the margins of his notes so he might as well get the coloring right. yeah, but you got it in practice on thursday afternoon, so i just guessed, david shrugs, keeping his eyes up towards matteo’s face and not wondering down the lines of his arms. matteo clears his throat. you need to watch your right side in the pocket, he says. your ol on that side isn’t as strong.

-david thinks that matteo must finally be getting it after that interaction because david doesn’t feel the need to pull on pigtails so much after that, doesn’t feel like he needs those desperate measures he’s been storing away somewhere. when he waves, matteo starts to smile and duck his head, eventually starts waving back. when he says hi, matteo starts nodding, starts acknowledging his attempts at a begrudging friendship when they pass each other on the field or in the hallway. when he asks questions, matteo starts actually answering them, even if they’re only with short little mumblings that don’t make too much sense out of context. david starts to think that maybe they’re friends, if only a little, in the same breath he thinks about open doors. 

-he stills thinks about matteo late at night. 

-he stills pulls a pigtail every now and then just to see matteo blush. 

-leonie invites him to a party, a party that matteo is at, and david feels like he needs a second drink to hold in his other hand too when he sees the patterned, black button up and those form fitting jeans that matteo is wearing. something that was quite unlike the stuff he wore to school that seemed more about comfort and fading away than actually showing himself off. david keeps his eyes up towards matteo’s face, shoulders at the lowest, at least mostly. at one point, matteo is leaning over the kitchen counter and laughing along with something that someone is saying, and david is only human after all. leonie catches him looking, and david sends her a look that says to keep her mouth shut. 

-someone suggests a game of truth or dare.

-it’s leonie’s turn to dare someone, and she looks david right in the eye as she sips her beer and then drawls out, matteo, her eyes landing right on him. truth or dare? she asks, and matteo raises and eyebrow and shrugs, dare. and she grins like a cat with a canary, i dare you to sit on david’s lap for the rest of the game. she looks over at david. he glares at her, and she just smiles as if to say not to look the gift horse in the mouth. david looks over at matteo, who is looking right back, and thinks this might be his last time for desperation before he gives up for good. he leans back and motions matteo over when jonas and sara cheer from across the room. matteo looks at david with squinted eyes, and david feels like he can’t help but wink and pat his lap just to see if he can get one last little blush. 

-matteo leans back against david’s chest, and it takes all of david’s effort not to lean into his shoulder and just take a deep breath to store something else away for his memory. and even though it probably isn’t really necessary, not really part of the dare at all, david keeps an arm around matteo, to keep him steady, he tells himself, to pretend just for a little while, he knows. the whole thing ends up being too overwhelming for him, and his thoughts get stuck in his throat as he mutters out, this is nice. and matteo takes a sip of his beer. is it? he asks, and david wants to pout a little bit at that because it makes it seem like matteo doesn’t agree. yeah, don’t you think? he asks because he’s already put his cards down, already has made himself and his intention clear, and was kind of annoyed with the way matteo wasn’t willing to do the same. are you serious? matteo asks, and david tsks at it, tugs at matteo until he looks over his shoulder enough that david can see his eyes. i’ve been flirting with you since i got here, he states because matteo knew that. he had to. david hasn’t been subtle in a long time at this point. is that what you call it? matteo asks back, and david laughs because this he can do, poking fun. he can do that. 

-later when everyone else is distracted, after matteo has leaned even further back into david’s chest and david has breathed down the back of his neck, matteo asks if he wants to step out for a smoke. and david thinks that’s as clear a sign as he’s ever going to get, a wide open door eve, so he says yes. and matteo leads him to the bathroom and kisses him square on the mouth before that door is even closed. david can’t help but laugh. 

A letter to Southern Grimvault

I guess this is my ‘Good-bye to WS’ post. 

After the initial announcement of the game’s shut down two weeks ago, I haven’t had any idea how to properly express my feelings about Wildstar being close down. Seeing other people’s posts here and lurking on the many groups in discord of the news, I just felt a giant wave of sadness come over me and I couldn’t properly express that.

But I guess I’ve gathered my thoughts enough to where I’m writing this, so. It’s mostly for me, just to come in terms with everything. So take it as you will if you do read it.

P.S. It’s Long. P.P.S I’m not good at writing, so pardon for any odd phrasing or grammar lol

I used to farm the area for heartichoke (and later bloodbriar when it became more profitable) late at night w/ my mechari (To my best son, Romulus). It was a very routine thing I did when I didn’t (at the time) have a guild to partake in activities with.

Passing through Conqueror Square, around 10-11 pm PST, when the only physical activity you could see in Illium was at best, 2-4 people, was a normal sight for me as I headed to the transporters. (Rapid transport? I’m stingy) It was the end of a day for most, but the beginning for me as it was my goal, through this repeated and really obsolete method at the time, to gain more plat.

When loaded in, I put my mini-map on maximum size so I would be able to discern which crops to farm and others to stay away. (I didn’t use a mod to pin point which was which. I never had felt the need to.)  Minimized all quests windows, locking them into place so I didn’t accidentally click on them when I was moving around. I ignored nchat for the most part, but did take the occasional peek when curious. 

All the while, I would be listening to the movie “The Grand Budapest Hotel”. Why that particular movie to this map? I really have no idea, to be frank. I don’t own a physical copy of the movie. And I’m more of a fan of Wes Anderson’s Fantastic Mr. Fox really. But this was the movie that always played in the background as I farmed. Eventually, the movie came synonymous with this map. It was just automatic for me to put it on-- late at night, with my earphones plugged in. Any extra noise in game, except the sfx for moving around in the world, would be the only thing I would be listening to for next 2-3 hours.

As the third party host site played the movie in the background, I farmed in S. Grimvault. I definitely do not have the lines memorized by heart for this movie despite me listening to it on repeat. But I’ve connected parts in the movie as to what areas in the map I would be located at the time. The first lines, “It is an extremely common mistake: people think the writer’s imagination is always at work...” would indicate myself being near Vigilant Incursion, just before the Strain Wall event on Dommie side. I’d run up the hill and make my way around the perimeter, closes to the wall as I looked over whether or not there was something I wanted to farm there. 

“Ten? Are you joking? That’s more than I’d pay an actual dealer -- and you wouldn’t know chiarascuro from chicken giblets,” line would usually be before or about around the Charlie Company Crash area, Exile side. To “Don’t flirt with her.” approximately around the entrance to Northern Grimvault between the two Exile and Dominion outposts. If the line was heard before I past the area, meant I made good time, or if a little after, meant I needed to pick up the pace. (Why it mattered whether I hurried along with farming had no real consequence, of course I didn’t want to spend the ENTIRE night there.)

The lines were sorta like markers for me, the starting point being at the Dominion drop in, all the way around through Exile side of S.Grimvault and through the perimeter of the Strain infested areas before coming back around to Vigilant Incursion. Given this was the path I always took when farming, I took to noticing and exploring things. Only natural for me. Since no one was ever really there, save the occasional leveling player or a bot attacking at monsters. (I swore the first time I saw a bot, I thought legitimately it was a real person... In the back of my mind I kinda did hope it was a real person. Goes to show how lonesome of a person I was then lol). 

I know I could have just searched google and typed up things like “Locations of Elite Bosses in S.Grimvault” or “What areas do Champion Bosses spawn in S. Grimvault” but my intention was never to fulfill the achievement quota when I was there. Finding and fighting bosses was a side quest I gave myself when farming. (The extra gold never hurt.) And they became part of the farming routine as I gathered and found more of these bosses and where they were located. (I only ever tackled fighting the rock and strain champion bosses, the charging rhino creature and the Eldan bot were some I couldn’t last long enough to win against.)

The entire routine itself, this farming in Southern Grimvault, was something I did look forward to in the late evenings. I would probably be done around 2-3 am, willing if I didn’t stay longer. Eventually, all the prior set up just became a blur, like, you’ve done it plenty of times, so much so it goes by like ‘that.’ At this point, as I farmed, I thought about things, stuff pertaining to WS in-game, lore, or character development.

One thought I repeatedly went back to in terms of WS was the economy, that if more people played, and how heartichoke and bloodbriar would soar as hot ticket items on the market. I imagined myself to be one of those stuck-up vets (at farming) who knew all the good spots and places to gather said items, being a little greedy and garnering enough plat through this practice to reach the milestone of 1000 plat. ( A personal goal <o/ ) 

Or story ideas for my characters, coincidentally most of them concerned Rom because I always played him during these times. How he’d go to the market the next day, after rigorously spending the day/night prior harvesting these crops, how he’d haggle with merchants and make a pretty plat. How he’d send Kalua to university in Cassus, or help fund/support his brother Remus’s endeavors with the Torine. Just little plot/character ideas that came into mind at the time. 

By the time I hear the credits roll in the background, I’m back near Vigilant Incursion. Upon arriving, I make a quick visit to the renown vendor, sell my extra loot and organize decor/items I’ve gotten and head back to Illium. Most times I’d head back into housing, but recent (recent as in months before when I still farm regularly) I’d just be in Illium and log off. I’d call it a night and that would be the end of it.

I suppose, why I’m writing PARTICULARLY about this personal routine rather than the times I’ve RP’d or done raiding, or gone through the story of WS, or even the drawings I’ve done for the game... is that-

That I thought I’d always be able to come back to it. 

When I felt sad, or down, or wanted to relax after a long day, late nights farming in Southern Grimvault always gave me a peace of mind. The map was vast enough that I could spend 2-3 hours, while listening to a movie, to farm, explore, and goof around. I’d be able to process myself through this simple action of swinging giant claws at a plant or garnering a couple gold from a boss.

But now that this is something that won’t happen anymore, it’s a bit sad to think that I won’t be able to enjoy that routine. Of course there will be other things, but specifically this and the things I’ve experienced through Wildstar, a whole lot of it...

I am going to miss it. I knew it was going to be gone at some point, but I wasn’t afraid to hope a little. Just a bit more, another day, another month, a year, even longer, for content that may have come to bring it back to its feet. But in the end it didn’t. And come Nov. 28th, the game will shut down and WS will be gone. It’s my first mmo, and I guess I’ll never really get over the deal that it is over...

But as everyone has said at this point, the memories of the game, making friends, enjoying the content, how long you’ve been playing either at the beginning or near the end. It’s something to keep despite all the sadness about the news. All of that, I’m really happy to have been through, being able to meet new people, doing things, having fun. 

So, I’ll close this off saying:

Thank you, Southern Grimvault. Thanks for being a map that let me feel like an explorer and enjoying the aesthetics you had to offer with your golden fields of towering exanite to your strain infested pulsating caves.

Thanks everyone, for all the content you create and your passion that kept the game alive through the years.

And to Wildstar for its crazy sciency magical space cow-boy world that I took great enjoyment in.

The giant 10 foot robot appreciates it. 

Something New Is Going to Happen

Summary: Stiles accidentally discovers that their school mascot is super cute.

Notes: Written for the @sterekreversebang! Inspired by adorable art by @mysticmystery! (Fic on AO3) (Link to art)

Stiles sighs as he glances around the empty locker room. It’s completely trashed. And it’s his job to clean it up, because Coach dubbed him “worst player of the game.” Usually Greenberg held that dubious honor, but he’d tripped Stiles three times tonight just to avoid it.

Everyone else has already left, most of them wearing their Lacrosse jerseys so they can get a free slice of pizza at Vic’s. Scott had apologetically offered to bring him one, but Stiles had waved him off. He just wants to get this done and go home.

He frowns at some of the dirty towels, and, oh god, underwear on the floor, and decides he needs some supplies to get this done. He heads for the big storage closet next to Coach’s office, hoping it’s still unlocked.

It is, thankfully.

But he startles when he opens the door, because something suddenly moves inside. He blinks in the dim light and realizes it’s their team’s wolf mascot, Howler, pulling off the head of the costume. And Stiles gasps, because the standing there, glasses askew and a flush on his cheeks, is one of the cutest guys he’s ever seen.

Could someone this gorgeous actually go to their school?

“Um, sorry,” Mascot Guy says, looking embarrassed. “This is where I change.”

Stiles abruptly notices the folded shirt and jeans on one of shelves, and figures he must wear something lightweight and breathable while in the costume. His gaze catches for a second on the collar of a black athletic shirt, pulled askew and revealing the hollow of his throat—

“No, no, my bad,” Stiles says quickly, eyes darting around the room. “Just came for some cleaning supplies.” He spots a box of gloves and a bottle of disinfectant and grabs them up, shoving as many things into his arms as he can. Then he gives Mascot Guy a smile he hopes isn’t too crazed, and darts back out the door.

He’s wiping down the benches when Mascot Guy comes through, wearing his regular clothes. He looks really good, and Stiles tries not to stare.

“Do you want help?” he asks, because of course this guy would be nice, too.

Just Stiles’ luck. He can already feel the hopeless crush coming on.  

“No, I’m almost done.” That’s a blatant lie, but he needs to find out more details, and maybe formulate a plan before he talks to this ridiculously cute guy. He doesn’t want to ruin his chances like he did with Lydia. “Thanks for offering, though.”

Mascot Guy gives him a little nod, pushes up his glasses, and then he’s out the door.

Stiles instantly regrets not taking him up on his offer, but he knows it’s for the best.

And though he still has to get all the gross stuff out of the shower, he can’t quite regret being called Worst Player.

 *

 Stiles calls Scott as soon as he wakes up the next morning. It takes him a long time to answer.

“What?” Scott says sleepily.

“Dude, I saw the mascot last night,” Stiles says excitedly.

“He’s at every game, Stiles,” Scott says tiredly. “How have you not noticed?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Stiles huffs. “I know we have a mascot.” (He’d once asked Coach why the Cyclones had a wolf for a mascot. “Because I fucking like wolves, Stilinski!” had been the answer. And that was good enough for Stiles.)

“Okay,” Scott says, sounding like he’s dozing off.

“Wake up, buddy!” Stiles says cheerfully. “I meant that I saw who was wearing the mascot costume.”

“Oh, you mean Derek?” Scott says sleepily. “He’s been doing it for like a year now. I like him, he’s nice. And he’s a good mascot, he really gets the crowd fired up.”

“You know his name?” Stiles asks, feeling betrayed. Scott’s been holding out on him. “You knew we had a hot mascot, and you didn’t tell me?”

“Dude, I mostly talked to him at the games. You know, when he was wearing the costume? I’ve only seen his face once or twice,” Scott says, and there’s a pause where Stiles knows he’s shrugging. “I think maybe he’s kind of shy?”

And, well. Stiles spends most of the games staring longingly toward the field, so it’s no surprise he never noticed Scott wandering off to talk to their mascot. “Do you know anything else about him?”

“I didn’t, like, interrogate him or anything,” Scott says, laughing. “I do know he has a big family, though. They sometimes show up to the games and cheer him on.”

“They come to the games to cheer on the mascot?” Stiles repeats, disbelieving.

“They’re just being supportive,” Scott says. “Now, can I go back to sleep?”

“Yeah, buddy,” Stiles says. He needs to figure out how he’s going to talk to Derek again, anyway.

 *

 Stiles isn’t the worst player of the game this time (he can’t be, really, because he didn’t actually get to play), but he volunteers to clean the locker room afterward anyway. When Coach asks why, Stiles tells him that picking up wet towels and gross socks is character-building.

Coach gives him a vaguely disgusted look, then says, “Whatever, Bilinski. The job is yours.”

Then they both watch in amusement as Greenberg sprints excitedly off the field.

Stiles heads to the locker room, and this time he catches a glimpse of Derek slipping into the storage closet to change. Stiles figures this is his best chance to talk to him, so he decides to wait him out. But he doesn’t want it to be weird, so he slowly goes around the locker room with a spray bottle of cleaner in hand, pretending to be productive.

But it’s not Derek who comes out the door first, its Howler’s head, and Stiles startles so bad he accidentally sprays a jet of All-Purpose right into Jackson’s locker. Whoops.  

By the time Derek emerges, followed by Howler’s body, Stiles has put the bottle down and pasted an innocent expression on his face. But Derek’s not actually paying any attention.

“Hey, do you need some help?” he asks, because Derek seems to be struggling with his mascot costume.

Derek looks up, and flushes. “Oh, I didn’t see you there. Um, could you take this?” he says, holding out the costume head.

Stiles gently grasps its snout, his other hand curling around one of the ears. It’s heavier than he thought it’d be. “Taking your work home with you?” he asks teasingly.

With his arm now freed, Derek uses it to sling the body of the costume up over his shoulder. “I guess,” he says, smiling. “I like to take it to my house sometimes, to clean it. And I like to leave little bags of lemongrass inside it, so it smells nice.”

“Makes sense,” Stiles says, because he can’t imagine how stinky a sweaty mascot costume might get. He leans in and grabs Howler’s tail, because it’s dragging the ground. “I’ll help you carry this out, if you want.”

Derek sends him a grateful look. “I’d appreciate it,” he says. “I’m not parked too far away.”

“Okay. I’m Stiles, by the way,” he says as they head out the door.

“I’m Derek,” he says in return, and Stiles just nods, trying to keep up with Derek’s purposeful stride.

“Nice to meet you. Well, properly, anyway,” Stiles says, then whistles when they stop in front of a jet black Camaro.

“Don’t be too impressed, it’s not mine,” Derek says, grinning. “It belongs to my sister. And I promised I’d have it back to her by now, so I have to get going.”

“It’s nice that she lets you borrow it,” Stiles says inanely as he watches Derek fold back the passenger seat and shove the mascot in. Then he takes the head and tosses that in, too.

“Sometimes she’s cool,” Derek says, laughing. “Thanks for your help, Stiles,” he says as he hurries around to the driver’s side.

“Yeah, anytime,” Stiles says as Derek climbs in. He gives Stiles a little wave before he drives away.

Stiles heads back up to the locker room, and gets to cleaning with a smile on his face.

 *

 Stiles would like to say he was paying attention at lunch, and spotted Derek himself, but it was really Scott who noticed him first.

“Hey, isn’t that Derek?” he asks, just as Stiles is about to take a bite of his sandwich.

“I thought you didn’t know what he looked like,” Stiles grumbles, looking over. It is Derek, sitting in the corner of the cafeteria with a couple of friends.

“I didn’t, but I’ve heard you describe him in loving detail enough times,” Scott says. “I can’t tell from here if he really does have eyes ‘a life-altering shade of green,’ but I’m taking your word.”

“You should, they’re amazing,” Stiles says, absentmindedly shoving some chips in his mouth.

“So are you gonna go talk to him now?” Scott asks curiously.

“No,” Stiles says, crunching loudly as he sneaks glances in Derek’s direction.

“So you’re going to use this time to stare at him, and then create a convoluted seven-year plan instead?”

“I’ve matured beyond that,” Stiles says primly, though he was considering an outline.

“Well, you can’t keep loitering in the locker room,” Scott says. “It’s funny now, but eventually it’s gonna be creepy.”

“It’s not loitering, it’s cleaning,” Stiles says, then loses his train of thought when Derek smiles brightly at one of his friends.

Scott pointedly clears his throat, and Stiles drags his gaze away.

“You know what?” he says. “I’m going to take a page out of your book, and I’m going to talk to him at the next game. I’m just sitting on the bench anyway, I should have plenty of time.”

 *

  Things don’t go quite according to plan, though.

To his great surprise, Coach actually puts him in the game. And it’s going pretty well, at least to Stiles’ standards—he hasn’t tripped or dropped the ball—right up until he gets tackled and goes down hard.

It drives the breath out of his lungs, and he lays there on the field for a minute, trying to get it back.

Scott runs up immediately, followed by Danny, and they carefully help him get up and walk to the bench. Coach is there a moment later, his hands surprisingly gentle on Stiles’ side.

“Your ribs aren’t broken, Stilinski,” he says firmly. “They’re just going to be sore for a few days.”

Stiles nods. “Thanks, Coach.”

He watches Coach hurry back to the game, and seconds later Howler’s snout appears over his shoulder. “Stiles, are you okay?” he hears Derek say from the depths of the costume, his voice a little muffled.

“Yeah. I just bruised my ribs. I’ll be fine,” he says reassuringly, because Derek seems kind of worried.

“Sure,” Derek says agreeably, and leans a little closer. “But wouldn’t a milkshake make you feel better?” he asks, sounding nervous, or maybe just shy.

“It definitely would,” Stiles says, smiling.

“Great!” Derek says, his genuine enthusiasm clear even through the layers of the costume. “I’ll see you after the game!”

He’s watching Derek jog back to his usual spot near the bleachers (he’s surprisingly graceful in that big costume), so he jolts in surprise when Danny shoves an icepack into his hands.

“That’s from Coach, he wants you to keep in on your ribs for twenty minutes,” he says helpfully, then he’s gone again.

Stiles does it, wincing a little when it makes his side twinge. After a few minutes, it does start to help, though. He stays on the bench the rest of the game, which is nothing unusual for him, except that this time he can’t yell and cheer and jump with excitement.

And when the Cyclones win, and the whole team runs victoriously off the field, Stiles just smiles, but stays right where he is.

It’s not long before Derek’s coming around the bench, mascot head off and stuffed under his elbow. His face is flushed, and his glasses are just a little bit crooked. Stiles wants to reach up and straighten them for him. “Hey, do you want walk back to the locker room with me? I’m guessing you’ll want to change.”

Stiles looks down at his grass-stained uniform and has to agree. “Yeah, let’s go.”

He discovers rather quickly that he can’t walk very fast, not with every breath pulling at his strained rib muscles. But Derek is perfectly patient, adjusting his stride to match Stiles’ and cheerfully talking about the final score, and how many times their team had trounced the Raiders this year.

“You seem really into lacrosse, how come you don’t play?” Stiles asks.

“Oh, um,” Derek says, looking startled. “I’m, um, not very athletic.”

Stiles very much doubts that—he’s watched Derek run around in front of the bleachers for most of the game in a hot, bulky costume. He thinks it’s maybe that Derek doesn’t want to play in front of big crowds, since he’s kind of shy.

He’s about to say something else, but then Derek is holding the locker room door open for him, and Stiles forgets what it was. “We’ll both get changed, and I’ll meet you back here,” Derek says, and then heads for the storage closet.

The locker room is mostly empty, though Stiles is sure Greenberg will be around somewhere, since he has to clean today.

It’s less than pleasant to squirm out of his jersey and pads, but he manages. He does stand shirtless for a moment, taking small, steady breaths, before sliding his t-shirt on. He leaves his plaid outer shirt in his locker, because he doesn’t care enough to put it on.

When he walks back to the door, Derek is already there, looking quite good, Stiles can’t help noticing, in a dark green shirt and a fitted pair of jeans.

“Come on, I’ll drive,” Derek says as they make their way to the parking lot.

“Your sister’s letting you use the Camaro again?” Stiles asks as it comes into view.

“She’s out of town with some friends,” Derek says, grinning. “So she said I could drive it while she’s gone.”

“Sweet,” Stiles says, wincing as he slides into the passenger seat.

“I’ve certainly been enjoying it,” Derek says cheerfully.

It’s only a few minutes to the diner, and Stiles spends most of it sneaking glances at Derek. He really wishes he knew whether this was a friend-thing or a date-thing.

Though he’s not feeling too badly, he lets Derek take his arm as they walk in, and it suddenly seems like his pain decreases a lot. The power of having a crush, he supposes.

Once they’re at their table, the milkshakes ordered, Stiles decides he has to ask. “So tell me, Derek. How did you become our mascot?”

“I just volunteered,” Derek says, laughing. “And actually, it was my sister Laura who pushed me to do it. Said it was too funny of an idea, having a, uh—having me wear a wolf costume.”

Stiles isn’t sure what’s funny about that, but he figures it’s some kind of family inside joke. Derek looks sort of nervous, so he decides not to ask about it. “Do you like being the mascot?” he says instead.

“I do. I can be silly and act foolish out there, and nobody knows that it’s me! It’s kind of freeing,” he says, shrugging. “And I like getting the crowd pumped up, too. It’s a lot of fun. Sometimes after the games, I stay and take pictures with people.”

Stiles nods. “That’s cool. I was watching you at the game, you do a good job. You even manage to make Howler look like a real mascot,” he adds with a smirk.

“Don’t pick on Howler!” Derek says, but he’s laughing.

“He just has such a cute face,” Stiles says. “And that big fluffy tail. We have the most adorable mascot ever,” he says, looking right at Derek, who starts to blush. Definitely the most adorable.

Derek looks like he’s about to say something, but he’s interrupted by the arrival of their milkshakes. They’re the super thick ones, and Stiles digs his spoon in eagerly for the first bite of chocolate.

When he glances over, Derek looks like he’s enjoying his too. He got colorful sprinkles in his, and Stiles finds it strangely endearing, especially when Derek says that every dessert can be improved by sprinkles. Stiles is inclined to agree.

“So,” Derek says when they’re nearly done eating. “Do you feel better?”

“I do,” Stiles says, savoring his last bite. “This was perfect, thank you.”

“Sure,” Derek says, and it looks like he’s blushing again. “I saw the tackle that took you down, it looked rough. I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m probably going to be really sore tomorrow, but yeah, I’ll be fine,” Stiles says reassuringly. Knowing Derek was worried makes him feel pleasantly warm.

Derek catches his wince when he leans back in his chair, and says, “Let me drive you home. You’ll have all weekend to pick your Jeep up.”

Stiles is sure he’s okay to drive, but he’s willing to leave it if it means he gets to spend more time with Derek. “Sounds good,” he says. “I’m ready to take some medicine and lay down.”

Derek sends him a sympathetic look. “I’d imagine. Well, I’ll go pay for this, and then we can get going.”

“Wait, no,” Stiles says quickly. “I can pay for—”

“It’s my treat,” Derek says firmly. “And you can always buy me ice cream sometime, if you want to make up for it,” he adds with a grin.

Then he’s off to the register before Stiles can say anything.

“So,” Derek says, offering Stiles his arm for the walk out to the parking lot. “I, um, I don’t actually know where you live,” he says shyly.

“It’s not far from here,” Stiles says, sliding into the Camaro. “I’ll give you directions.”

Stiles settles comfortably down in the seat, and sleepily directs Derek to his house, his head tipped back. He feels so content, with Derek there next to him in the driver’s seat, that he doesn’t even want to get out when they pull into his driveway.

“Come on,” Derek says fondly, opening his door. “You can’t lay down if you don’t get out of the car.”

“That’s okay,” Stiles says drowsily. “I’ll just recline the seat.”

Derek laughs, and gently tugs on his arm. Just like that, the deep ache of Stiles’ pain is gone, replaced with a pleasant tingling feeling that he wants to hold onto.

“I think your bed would be better,” Derek says encouragingly.

Stiles makes a noise of assent, curling his fingers around Derek’s wrist for balance as he clumsily makes his way out of the car. And Derek doesn’t pull away, not until they’re at the front door.

“Thanks again for tonight,” Stiles says quietly.

Derek nods. “I had a lot of fun,” he says. Then he sighs. “I better get home.” His eyes flit across Stiles face as his hand gently touches Stiles’ shoulder, and Stiles finds himself holding his breath in anticipation.

Then Derek is stepping back, climbing into the Camaro and driving away.

Stiles pushes open the front door, letting out a sigh of his own. He’d thought Derek was going to kiss him, but he’d suddenly looked so…nervous? Scared?

Stiles was going to have to figure it out.

 *

 On Sunday afternoon, just when Stiles is starting to doze off on the couch, there’s a knock at the door. When he checks the peephole, he’s surprised to find Derek on the other side.

“Hey, man,” he says, pulling the door open. “What’s up?”

“Just checking to see how you were doing,” Derek says, smiling. He glances toward the empty driveway, then back to Stiles. “Do you want me to take you to get your jeep?”

“Nah, it’s cool,” Stiles says, shrugging. “Scott said he’d give me a ride to school tomorrow, so I’ll just get it then.”

“Okay,” Derek says, looking a little uncertain.

“I’m super achy, I kind of feel like I’m seventy,” Stiles blurts, because he doesn’t want Derek to leave. “And hey, I was just about to watch a movie, do you want to join me?” Derek doesn’t need to know that he was actually taking a nap.

“Um, sure,” Derek says, following Stiles into the house. “What are we watching?”

And Stiles hesitates for a second, because this is the true test of compatibility. “Part of the Star Wars trilogy,” he says.

“Original or prequel?” Derek asks with a grin.

“Original,” Stiles says brightly. He gestures Derek to the couch while he puts in A New Hope. “This is one of my favorites,” he says, sitting down next to him.

“Mine, too,” Derek says.

It’s going pretty smoothly, and Stiles is just about to mention making popcorn when Derek says, “Ah, I love Luke Skywalker.”

“You do?” Stiles asks teasingly. He’s always been rather partial to Artoo, himself.

“He’s sweet, kind-hearted, and good looking, what’s not to like?” Derek says, grinning. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t date Luke Skywalker?”

“Um, yeah,” Stiles says, because those characteristics sound an awful lot like someone he knows. “I totally would.”

Derek gives him a victorious grin, and Stiles laughs.

 *

 Stiles is walking dejectedly around the lacrosse field Monday afternoon, staring down at the ground, so he doesn’t notice Derek until he’s right next to him.

“Hey, Stiles,” he says. “What’s wrong?”

“Coach says I need to walk around,” he grumbles. “Says I need to relearn how to breathe normally, and stop taking such shallow breaths.”

“Seems like good advice,” Derek says.

“Yeah, but it’s so boring,” Stiles says. He points to where the other players are doing drills. “And watching them isn’t that entertaining either.”

“I, um,” Derek starts. “Would walking in the woods be better? I know a lot of great trails through the preserve.”

“Really?” Stiles asks. “I haven’t been there much.”

“I mean, I do live there,” Derek says, grinning. “So I’m very familiar with the area.”

“You actually live in the preserve? That’s awesome,” Stiles says. “And yeah, that sounds way better than circling this field over and over.”

“Okay,” Derek says, looking pleased. “Do you want to go now?”

“Yeah, just let me go tell Coach,” Stiles says, grinning. “He’ll be shocked I’m actually taking his advice.”

Coach is surprised, but only for a second. “Good for you, Stilinski. Try to walk at least an hour, you don’t want to lose too much fitness.”

Stiles would like to joke that he doesn’t have much of that to begin with, but he figures now is not the time. Not when Coach is letting him leave practice early.

“I actually walked to school today,” Derek says when Stiles rejoins him. “So I’ll ride in the jeep with you.”

“Sure, of course,” Stiles says, then what Derek said hits him. “You did what? If you live in the preserve, that’s gotta be, like, five miles at least.”

“Not if you cut straight through,” Derek says, like it’s no big deal. “And I had extra energy to burn anyway.”

“You should really consider playing lacrosse,” Stiles says, impressed. He unlocks the jeep, and then, because the passenger door sticks sometimes, yanks it open for Derek. “Hop in,” he says brightly, trying not to show that his ribs are smarting from that.

He slides into the driver’s seat, silently hoping the jeep will start on his first try.

It does, and he grins.

Derek gives him directions to the main entrance of preserve, then down several dirt roads that wind between the trees. Eventually they come to a clearing with a huge house in the middle of it. Stiles parks, eyes wide.

“Wow. This is your house?”

“Um, yeah,” Derek says, looking embarrassed. “I don’t invite many people over because it’s, you know, in the middle of nowhere. I sometimes forget how it looks to other people,” he adds, shaking his head.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing,” Stiles says quickly. “It’s a beautiful house. I was just kind of imagining a cabin, so it took me by surprise. It must be peaceful out here,” he adds encouragingly.

“It is, that’s why I like living here so much,” Derek says happily, pushing the jeep’s door open and climbing out. He does it more gracefully than Stiles has ever managed.

“Yeah, it’s really nice out here,” Stiles says, joining him in front of the house. “Please take me on some easy trails, my ribs are kind of hurting.”

“No trip to the lookout, then,” Derek jokes, grinning.

That’s the town make out spot, Stiles wants to say, but he keeps in. “Guess not,” he manages.

Derek takes him on a winding path, with nothing but the sound of birds and wind rustling through the trees around them, and though Stiles has never been a nature person, he has to admit that it really is peaceful. But he knows it’s also Derek’s company that’s giving him such a good feeling.

And he knows that if he likes Derek, then he at least has to try.

“Look,” he says as they’re looping back toward Derek’s house. “I know I’m no Luke Skywalker, but would you consider going on a date with me?”

“I—um,” Derek says, stopping in his tracks. “I dated someone before, and it didn’t go well when she…found out about me.” He gulps. “So I want to let you know up front.”

Stiles isn’t sure he likes where this is going. “Found out what? Are you in some kind of trouble? Are you sick?” he asks worriedly.

“No, nothing like that,” Derek says immediately.

He pulls his glasses off, and Stiles wonders if Derek thinks he’s Clark Kent, or something.  

“I don’t actually need these, I just wear them to blend in,” Derek says, tucking the glasses into his pocket. He squares his shoulders, but he still looks nervous. “Stiles, I’m a werewolf.”

“What?” Stiles sputters. “Come on. If you didn’t want to go out with me, you could just say no. You don’t have to make up ridiculous excuses,” he says, irritated.

“It’s not—Stiles, wait!” Derek says, before he can walk away. “Here, I’ll show you.”

And as Stiles watches, his eyes flare a bright, luminous gold.

“Holy shit,” he says, staggering back a step. “That’s awesome!”

“I’m not—what?” Derek says, surprised.

“Dude, do you have, like, claws and stuff too?” Stiles asks eagerly, stepping closer.

“Yeah, but only on the full moon,” Derek says, looking embarrassed. “I don’t have that kind of control yet.”

“This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me,” Stiles says excitedly. “Wait, did you think I wouldn’t want to date you after finding out about the werewolf thing?”

“Um, yeah?” Derek says. “I figure no one wants to date a monster.”

“You are not a monster,” Stiles says firmly. “You’re amazing, and I totally want to go out with you. If you want that, of course.”

“I do,” Derek says, extending his hand and smiling when Stiles takes it. “I want that a lot.”

 *

 “Hold on,” Stiles says a little bit later. “Your sister wanted you to be the mascot, because you’d be a werewolf in a wolf costume. Oh my god.”

“She said it was too good to pass up,” Derek says, laughing.

“Fair enough,” Stiles says, grinning. “So is your whole family werewolves?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Derek says. “That’s why we like living out here. We can be ourselves.”

“Dude, do you guys run around and howl at the full moon?” Stiles says excitedly. “Can I join you?” He hesitates. “Or is that not okay?”

“Well,” Derek says, and he looks shy again. “The full moon tends to be kind of intoxicating. So if you were there, I would probably be…very affectionate. You know, nuzzling you and wanting to cuddle.”

“There’s no downside there,” Stiles says. He slides his arms around Derek’s waist, and gently pulls him closer. “And you can feel free to be affectionate now.”

“So I kiss you, even though we haven’t had our first date?” Derek asks softly, his hands lightly cradling the back of Stiles’ neck.

“Those milkshakes were totally a first date,” Stiles breathes, and then Derek’s lips are on his in a slow, lingering kiss.

When he pulls away, his eyes are glowing a soft, warm gold.

“Wow,” Stiles says. “Let’s do that again.”

It’s just as amazing as the first time.

Highschool Fic idea? Smol reader (who is Keith's crush) gets tackled by Keith because Lance accidentally kicks a soccer ball at the reader. Keith gets angry at Lance and then gets all flustered cause he's pinning down his crush lmao

I hope you like it, sorry it takes me some time to do story requests so if I takes a week or two I will eventually get around to doing it. Hope you like it.Voltron Highschool Au! Soccerplayer!Keith x Short!Reader.Shot to the face~Keith could only stare as the small F/M crossed the field in small strides. The poor Girl/Boy tried there best to keep up with the much taller Football captain Shiro. Keith would never say it out loud but he was a bit aggravated at the older male. Shiro was his friend but lately he had been a bit to clingy with F/N for Keith's liking.Shiro had started taking F/N to soccer games and it was not funny. Everyone except F/N know that Keith had a giant crush on the tiny Girl/Boy and of course everyone tryed to get the two together but nothing worked.Keith shook his head before heading back onto the field l, glancing over at the bleachers finding the two teens talking and watching the other soccer players practice on the side lines. He let a small smile slip onto his lips as he watched you laugh and point at one of the players who feel trying to kick the soccer ball. As soon as Lance’s big mouth opened the smile faded from Keith's face. " So we doing this or what? I have some ladies to see if you know what I mean my man~"Keith rolled his eyes as he walked over to the Cuban boy saying " Oh shut up Lance, we all know you have no where to go after practice. You just hang outside the lunch room hitting on all the girls that walk out." . Lance growled saying " Oh come on man!! Don't ruin my thunder. " Lance picked up the soccer ball with his foot and said " Come on let's start this now man!" Lance kicked the ball hard before  Keith could even get close to him. The ball shot though the air towards the bleachers the moment F/N started walking away towards the field. Keith ran before he know it and tackled the smaller teen to the ground right as the ball passed over there head.Keith let out a small groan as his eyes fluttered open from the impact of the fall. He looked down only to find a blushing F/N under him making his own cheeks turn a light pink under the hot sun of the day. F/N cheeks flushed and sweat fell down there Brow as they stared up at the black haired soccer player. There eyes scanned the wide eyed boy who's head shot over to the Cuban boy who he was now yelling at.The yelling of the two soccerplayers stopped ones Lance ran off the field with Shiro yelling "Yolo!"Keith looked back down at the small teen under him saying "You ok? Sorry I kinda knocked you over. That ball was coming straight at you." F/N voice came out a bit softer saying "It's ok, I'm just glad I had a hero to save me if you know what I mean." Keith blinked, still looming over the teen. "What?""Your my hero? You saved me from being hit by a flying projectile. Keith that is so sweet, that's why I like you.""Wait you like me?? All you do is hang out with Shiro and talk with the other players you never talk to me.""Shiro is always talking about you. He tells me what you like to do what you like to eat, story's. Plus he takes me to all your games and practices. And I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't like you." F/N closed the small gap by pulling Keith down by his red jersey and kissing him on the lips. The moment of shock was over in a mere second for the two. Keith moved his hand to cradle F/N neck as there lips moved over another. Ones or twice there teeth clicked together as they melted under one another's touch. Finely the two pulled away and looked at one another smiling and panting."I really like your Keith, actually I love you.""I love you to F/N...alot"

Hello, my darlings! We give you our latest plot shuffle! We had an overwhelming amount of those who wanted to participate so we did our very best to include everyone who commented on the event post. We welcome everyone to use this shuffle for in game interactions. Meaning, you can, throughout the event, post reactions to what your character’s specific shuffle is. Not all starters have to relate to this right away, or at all even. Meaning you can begin all interactions on a good note, and really invest your character into what’s going on around them, then later on post something and pursue plots related to the scenario everyone was placed in.

More on how this works is that we put together plot scenarios for everyone of something specific that will happen to your character during the event. Some are open ended and you can work with those involved in your plot to determine what happens next, others are a bit more close ended and you are welcome to show the after math of that event. We encourage everyone to continue to plot for the event outside of these and please let us know if you have anything major you’d like to clear. Just a reminder the event starts tomorrow, Wednesday, July, 5th at 7 pm CST and will run through Wednesday, July 12th. In game, the event will take place Saturday, July 8th. More can be found about the event here.  

Founders' Day History Trying To Repeat Itself

It, of course, wouldn’t be Founders’ Day without a few shenanigans and leave it to Nolan Dunhurst to keep with last years tradition.  Kegs and Eggs would not be complete without some streaking to follow and when Nolan and Adam Haley team up for a bit of drunken fun things are sure to get a bit rowdy. Throw in a beautiful blonde with a knack for fun, Riley Wilder, and you’ve got a sure first equation for chaos. After more drinks then three of them care to stomach, Adam and Nolan are set on making good on a new tradition. Streaking. This time the plan doesn’t involve streaking through the parade, Nolan gets about half way across church street before he’s caught by Sophia Greyson, with pants in hand. This leaves Riley and Adam to their own drunken fun, which ultimately ends in the blonde almost stumbling into a Raya Guerriero. Raya, slightly jumpy from being around all the people and the noise of Founders’ Day, is on edge, to say the least, and rowdy blonde running into her only seems to trigger her annoyance. Adam, sensing the tension tries to jump in but only seems to make the situation worse with his fast talking and of course, a few wrong words and the two are ready to fight despite Riley’s words of discouragement. Scarlett Cardwell isn’t having any of it though. Refusing to let the day be ruined so early she breaks up the fight, taking Adam by the ear as she drags him away.

Can’t We Just Have A Parade Without Chaos??

When a prank goes awry, things get dangerous. A few high school boys stole some firework and in an attempt to be funny they accidentally set them off during the parade from their float. Thalia Dunne is almost knocked right off her float trying to avoid them. Thankfully Lukas Blackwell is there to save the day. Rory Seibert had the dogs out for the parade, frightened by the loud sounds of the fireworks they begin to panic and Rory loses control. The dogs scattered in fear causing chaos through the parade line. One dog, in particular, came barreling into  Anastasia West and it was love at first sight. The sweet dog took to licking her face in apology. The Hell’s Kitchen float didn’t get off so lucky as they swerved to miss one of the fleeing dogs causing Isolde Harabo to lose control of it and almost run Emmett Bryson right over. Thankfully, Emmett and the dog he was helping were saved at the last minute by Isolde bringing the float to hault. 

When Magical Babies Attack

They never saw it coming. A designated kid zone set up at the carnival was the scene of a fiasco no one ever anticipated. What would happen if you gathered together several children with magical affiliation and watched what would happen when they channeled each other's powers. Catriona O’Shea and her twins, Levi Calhoun and his girls, and Rowan Hastings with his niece Valarie couldn’t have known what would come from the five children playing closing in the children’s area of the carnival. Arthur Grey would sadly find himself on the receiving end of this child’s play. It comes first as the sound of a little girls voice calling to him in his mind. Telepathy was always an odd thing to experience first hand, but Levi’s eldest was only just experiencing the first stages of it. As she ran through the play set trying to escape another child playing tag, in her mind she sounded in distress causing Arthur to panic as he tried to find the little girl. When he reaches the Kid Zone he soon found himself experience a string of magical shenanigans that he certainly didn’t sign up. Signs of magic in children this young war rather uncommon but when those children got together their strength only caused surges in power. Lifted clean off the ground at the amusement of the children, Arthur found himself suspended in mid air. Then suddenly a pool of water holding the duck game, stirred, and Arthur found himself drenched by its contents. The children continue with this playful play of powers for a good five minutes before Cat, Levi, and Rowan discovers what is happened. Coming to Arthur’s rescue Cat saves Arthur from the childish torment of the children.

Leave It To The Hypnotist To Cause A Little Entertainment

After last years fiasco, many objected to bringing back the hypnotist but many couldn’t resist. After all, last year had lead to a lot of laughs for those who got to watch. Of course many were hesitant when volunteers were asked for so naturally a few people were nudged into it who weren’t all that pleased with the idea. Sloan Burkhart, Alastair Ferris, and Maggie Blackwell were three of those unfortunate souls who got strong armed into. Lucky for Maggie, hypnotism didn’t work on the original and she knew it. Alastair was no believer, he rolled his eyes in protest at the ever idea of being on stage for something as ridiculous as this.

sleep...sleep... sleep....

Maggie watches in amusement as the human and the vampire on either side her drift off into a slumber and the hypnotist looks frustrated by Maggie’s awake state. A sheer smirk of satisfaction on her lips as she shrugged. To everyone’s surprise though, one in the audience had fallen under the words. Mia Conroe would find herself under the spell of the hypnotist. Taking Maggie’s place on stage she sat with the other two.

“Now, when you hear the word freeze, I want to you to charge, tackle, dismantle and tear limb from limb (figuratively) the quarterback. The three of you are defense players, and he has the ball.” With this, he whispers a name in the ear of each of the

Then, with the snap of a finger, the three wake up. After that, they are set to the side, standing there in confusion and no idea what happened. But it’s all part of a bigger show.

The hypnotist sets its sights on two more players in his little game. Katja Chekhov was just passing by when she was plucked from the crowd much to her dismay. The scowl on her face should have been a dead give away. Matty Stevens was the next piece of the puzzle. After a few moments, Katja and Matty soon believe their police men.. and their on a secret mission. The hypnotist whispers a word to them.. a name. The name of who they are after now.The audience is now watching them perform, hiding behind the walls on stage, and using fake hand guns as they walk around in stealth. The other three are off to the side, now working out and waiting for the big game.

Then suddenly the hypnotist stands up says one name: “Colton DeForest” The crowd can hear him groan, Colton had seen this one play out before.

“FREEZE!” Katja and Matty both yell out, pointing their fake hand guns at the man.Uh oh.. they aren’t the only ones playing the part. At the sound of the word, Mia, Alastair, and Sloan are off! And it’s down with the quarterback! Or in this case, Colton. Looks like our lovely police officers have captured the bad guy, thanks to the help of HG’s very own football team. Who knows if they’ll remember any of this though.

A Performance Gone Awry 

A newcomer to town Alexz Brookes landed herself a performer spot during the carnival. Her impressive vocals seem to blow the crowd away and it's a show no one will forget. Of course due to some miss placement of water by the newest generation of witches an electrical fire starts at left edge of the stage that causes some of the stage equipment to shake loose and fall right onto the path of Avery Carter-Wate. It would have crushed the young witch had another witch not been on hand, Ezra Gillies, Telekinesis stopped the debris from falling onto Avery. Chaos in the crowd erupts as the fire becomes noticeable. Jamie Taylor and Nathaniel Greyson, not being ones to run from trouble jump into action to get everyone safely away and isolate the issue. Fallon Robinson had been enjoying the show with Darcy Hastings when everything started to fall apart, when a piece of the stage broke out, threatening to crush and the little girl Fallon used her force field to protect them both.  Rachel Silver wanting to help starts directing the crowds away from the stage as Jamie and Nate get everyone in imminent danger out of trouble. Jamie climbs on stage to help Alexz, assisting her off the stage while Nate went to put the fire out. Another piece of equipment falls and this time Rachel plays the hero as she pushes Nate out of the way. Once safe, Rachel, Nate, and Jamie contain the fire and everyone is safe with a few minor injuries.

Thankfully, the main stage was still up and running, the crowd demanded an encore and Alexz was able to give it to them from there.

Temperamental Hybrids Ahead

It starts with little jabs, Cassie Cresswell, chalks it up to a bad day. It starts with a run in with her father at the Parade. Cruel words from a grieving father lead to emotional scars that will be long standing. Factor in the crowds of people and the new hybrid finds herself more stir crazy than she cares to admit. A gaggle of teenage boys obnoxiously playing pranks press her last few buttons that when Violet Beaumont-Murphy comes plowing into her as Violet tries to escape the fire that had started on the stage, the collision causing Cassie to snap. Eyes flashing a dangerous yellow color, Violet finds herself face to face with an angry hybrid. On his way to help out Jamie, Dash Hastings’s attention is diverted to Cassie and the woman. Slipping between the two Dash tried to talk Cassie down. Warning Violet, he told her to run. With calm words, he gets Cassie to listen long enough for the young woman to plead with him to get her home so she could be locked up before she turned. Respecting her request Dash pushed through the crowd, Cassie in tow as they made their way the few blocks to the Cresswell’s home.

Once inside Dash locked Cassie away for her own safety, promising to not let her out until they knew it was safe. With that Dash stepped away to call Isabelle Cresswell and let her know. Little did Dash know that someone had slipped inside and let Cassie out in his absence. To his horror, he returned to find the door wide open and an angry snarling wolf staring him down. Dash tried to escape but Cassie attacked regardless. Little did they know that who ever had set her free and poked the bear and set a wild animal loose in the town.

Watching from the sidelines as Jamie fought the fire, Isabelle and Lorelei Holt waited for the crowds to clear. As things began to settle, Isabelle phone rang, answering she was met with a panicked Dash. Hearing his words she was instantly spurred into action. Telling Lorelei of what happened, Issy asked the woman to retrieve Jamie Taylor and Gideon Henry and have them meet her at her home. With that, she took off for her house. Lorelei, Jamie, and Gideon not far behind.

When she reached the house she found a batter and bruised Dash laying on the front lawn, being circled by a rather large wolf she realized was Cassie. Lorelei, Jamie, and Gideon came charging towards the house causing the Cassie to snarl turning in their direction.

“Stay back,” Issy cried and Cassie’s attention turned back to her sister, lunging towards her both Jamie and Gideon moved to tackle the wolf, knocking Cassie to the ground mere inches from Isabelle. Cassie was too strong, her teeth sinking into Gideon’s shoulder as tried to get him off, finally knocking the vampire to her side. Jamie was carelessly tossed to other side knocking into Lorelei knocking her out. Panicked, Jamie tried to help her not noticing the wolf circling him once more.

Watching the scene unfold before Isabelle wanted to act but she was scared to use her power on her sister. Not wanting to hurt her. Watching though as she circled Jamie, ready to pounce she couldn’t bare the idea of him being hurt. Placing herself between Jamie and Cassie as the wolf went to lunge Issy felt a surge of power as her hands came up trying to stop Cassie. Watching in shock as the wolf was knocked backward. Her new power of telekinesis had made its appearance and it had been just enough power to knock the wolf out. With Jamie’s help, they get Cassie back into her cell and lock the door before returning to help the others.

What Goes Bump In The Night

Under the cover of the event, a group of supernatural creature slipped into town. Through out the day, they sparked the fire of chaos. It starts with setting off the hybrid, a fire to distract everyone, then finally setting the hybrid free. The plan, however, doesn’t come to fruition the way they picture. Ideally, the hybrid would have caused the final strands of chaos for the night, ultimately causing, to their hope, more hybrids. When the plan doesn’t play out the way hoped though they quickly moved on to plan B. It starts with Dean Miles, snatched amongst the chaos of the fire, they feed him their blood and snap his neck. Leaving him in the bushes and waiting for him to wake.

From there they move on, hungry for a little bit during the block party, they snatch up Evan Rider. They leave him for dead behind one of the stages. Luckily Kitty Mastrano stumbled across him just in time. Her healing magic bringing him back from the brink of death. When he finally awakes he tells Kitty the story of a vampire claiming to be a part of the Clave attacked him. Scared of what this meant the two grabbed the first original they could find, Noah Blackwell.

When Dean Miles awoke, he was hungry and confused. The block party was well underway. Unaware of what had happened to him he stumbled his way out of the bushes, drawn by the smell of blood.  Mirelli Guerriero stood only feet ahead of him, having just cut her hand open on a sharp bottle. Driven by the hunger he attacked, caught of guard there was very little Mirelli could do to stop the new vampire. Hearing a scuffle, Adelaide Beauchamp followed her senses only to find a terrifying scene before her. One that took her back to Founders’ Day last year. Charging forward she pulled Dean off of Mirelli. It was like all of a sudden she was seeing the world through different eyes and she knew she had to help this new vampire the same way she’d been helped this time last year.

The Clave’s loyal followers didn’t stop there. When their back up plan to send a freshly turned vampire loose on the crowds of the event didn’t work they turned to creating more chaos of their own. Unfortunately for them, they picked the wrong women to try that with when they came across Delilah Reyes and Emma Sawyer away from the crowds. Emma gets a vision of what’s to come just moments before, the element of surprise gone when a Clave werewolf tried to jump her she was ready. The two young woman found themselves cornered by four members of the Clave. With almost embarrassing ease Delilah and Emma held their own against them. With three unconscious, only one remained. “Nik Greyson sends his regards.” The man said with a sick smile as he made to treat. Delilah and Emma made to go after him but were stopped as Noah Blackwell appeared, grabbing the man by the throat. Nora Hastings appeared just in time to realize the man before she had been the one who had made her believe she’d killed her own family.

Jack Haley, Scarlett Cardwell, and Sheriff Colton DeForest show up at the scene just in time to arrest four Clave members. 

They didn’t know it yet, but it would be clear soon that the Clave had returned.

Modern!Naruto Scenarios

How You Met

      -Neji- SMACK! Thud. You just hit an extremely aggravating boy on the head with a book sending him to the ground.(MAKA CHOP!) “Y/N!” Mr.Hatake yelled as you stood over the now bruised boy. He had come into class late with a glare and when Hinata answered a question wrong he jumped on her calling her stupid. “Remember that the next time you try to talk shit about my best friend.” You say as he stood up a hand on his head rubbing where the book had hit him. (MAKA CHOP!) He glared at you before scoffing. Smirking like he knew he was about to say something even worse everyone began to stand up slowly ready to intervene. “You’re best friend’s with someone so pathetic?” He asked before you lunged at him only to be stopped by Sasuke standing in between you two with a glare set on his face. “Neji nurses’ office. Y/N principle’s office now.” Mr.Hatake said having Gaara and Kankuro walk with you to make sure you didn’t kill him but everyone knew you were protective over her. So in your head you were already working on your defense even though you were prepared to do much worse for your best friend.        -Shikamaru- He was your best friend since birth even though you were total opposites. He was laid back, lazy, and smart about everything. You were hyper all the time, always fidgeting, and had to take risks. He considered you an annoying little sister and you considered him to be the biggest sack of pineapples to ever exist. Every time the two of you guys hung out it was either cloud watching, you dragging him on some strange adventure, watching tv, and taking you to the hospital because even though you were trying to be careful you slipped fell and broke your arm falling down a hill. No matter how many time he said your adventures were a drag or called you a “troublesome” woman he never let you go on those adventures without him. He had to protect you for some reason.        -Sai- You were sitting in the library studying for your exams when you heard a small gasp. Looking up you didn’t see anyone so you rolled your eyes before placing your headphones in and trying to concentrate. For the next three and a half hours you studied. Writing and rewriting your notes. Working on your study guides before deciding to pack up and leave. The next day at school you opened your locker and a piece of paper slipped up. Picking it up and unfolding it you gasped realizing it was a drawing of you from yesterday studying in the library. Flipping it over you blushed at the note. ‘Y/N you just looked too pretty for me not to draw you.’ XO You spent the rest of the day trying to figure out who it was only to go to the library and see a familiar face sitting at your regular table. “You’re Sai right?” You whispered sitting down across from him. “Oh yes. I see you got my drawing. I didn’t mean to scare you but you looked rather pretty concentrating.” He said making you blush before unpacking and beginning to study again. Ignoring that he had gotten his sketchbook and pencils out.        -Kiba- You didn’t know how and you didn’t know when but your two dogs had disappeared from your sight making you jump up and frantically search for them. You spot them playing with a rather larger dog and what seems to be it’s owner. Jogging over to the group you laughed as the trio of canines tackled the boy to the ground before licking his face. This caused him to jump up and blush. “Sorry to interrupt but those are my dogs.” You grinned as they jumped up to lick your face. “Oh, well they were having fun playing with my guy Akamaru that I felt left out.” He said making you nod. “I know it’s like they all have this secret dog bond. It makes me jealous too sometimes.” I admit making him smirk. “The name’s Kiba Inuzuka.” He said holding out his hand. “F/N L/N. These brats are M/P/N(Male Pet Name) and F/P/N(Female Pet Name).” You said before watching them all run off leaving you two alone. The two of you talked for hours about your dogs, the dogs you wanted, groomers, medication, dog food, showed pictures, videos, and basically everything dog owners talk about.        -Choji- Your best friend had entered the daily lunchtime eating competition. It was only him and the champion now. “COME ON NARUTO!” You shouted making him grin as he crammed down all the lunch on the tray’s in front of him before a loud burped made him groan. “AND THE REIGNING CHAMPION CHOJI AKIMICHI HAS DEFEATED ANOTHER FEEBLE ATTEMPT AT SOMEONE … AAAHHHH!” Lee squeal as you shoved him off the table. “You’re so cheating!” You yelled. Making everyone freeze. “Excuse me?” He asked. “Hey Y/N it’s no big deal.” Naruto said grabbing your wrist. “No it is a big deal. Tomorrow Akimichi I’m next up to challenge your championship.” You said making him chuckle as he looked you up and down taking in your rather deceivingly small size. “Alright small fry bring it but I doubt a little girl like you could even manage to try.” He smirked making you grin. The next day at lunch everyone crowded around the table in shock as you let out a loud burp before he was done. Everyone looked at you in shock other than Naruto and Sakura who sadly had to buy most of your meals after school due to your large appetite. “A NEW CHAMPION F/N L/N!” Lee yelled dancing around the table squealing about youth. “Hey Choji no hard feelings right?” You asked sitting next to him and taking a slice of pizza he hadn’t even touched. “Yeah none at all just know that you’re gonna have to show my Dad no way is he gonna believe that such a small girl out ate me.” He smiled making me nod. From then on it was a daily thing for guys to harass you about cheating only for Choji and Naruto to scare them away. Not that it mattered. You just liked food nothing wrong with that.        -Lee- “LOOK AT HER BEAUTIFUL YOUTH! MESMERIZING AS SHE CONQUERS THE FIELD!” Coach Guy said making you stop placing you foot on the soccer ball. “COACH YOU’RE DISTRACTING HER!” Sasuke yelled making him nod before going back to silently fangirling over you. You were trying out for the soccer team. Even if it was all boys you still needed to play. Kicking the ball you easily made goal after goal dancing around the other team members and other kids trying out. You played all the time at your old school so it wasn’t nearly as hard as the girls were making it sound like at lunch. “WOOHOO! GO Y/N!” Temari your new friend yelled from the bleachers making you roll your eyes. Coach Guy instantly handed you a uniform before the guys hooped and hollered. “Welcome to the team!” They all yelled clapping you on the back as you found yourself grinning before being glomped by someone. “I LEE WELCOME YOU TO THE TEAM! I AM SO GLAD TO HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO PLAY ALONGSIDE SUCH A YOUTHFUL AND BEAUTIFUL TEAMMATE!” The guy yelled making you cringe. “Uh thanks?” You laugh nervously as he let you go before you were glomped by Temari and the other girls.        -Kankuro- A party. A lame house party the soccer team had thrown and your friends dragged you along. Temari had given everyone a dare to complete before the party was over. Yours was to get a soccer player to become a blushing mess. Luckily you had the tamest of dares. Poor Hinata had to grind on a guy and get video evidence. Looking around after your friends had dispersed your eyes met with a certain soccer player making you smirk. Making your way to him you stumbled and landed on his lap ‘accidentally’. “Oh hey there Kankuro.” You smirked as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Hey Y/N any reason why you are on my lap?” He asked fighting his own smirk. Leaning closer to his ear you grinned like a Chesire Cat. “I realized something. I just look so damn good on top of you.” You say before standing up and walking away resisting the urge to dance around in victory at the blushing mess you left him sitting on the chair he was on. Temari had her jaw dropped making you laugh as she took a picture of her brothers tomato red face. (SORRY THIS ONE IS SHORT I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO!)        -Shino- Biology. You were terrified of anything that was creepy and or crawly. So when the teacher brought out a tarantula you jumped out of your seat making a loud clattering sound. “Ms. Y/N are you okay?” The teacher asked as you tried to move but couldn’t move until she took a step towards you. “Please keep that away from me!” You squeaked out ignoring the laughter from the male students. “Excuse me but may I hold her?” A guy asked holding out his hands. The spider was handed to him before the teacher went back up to the board. “Y/N are you afraid of spiders?” Naruto asked as the teacher went back to teaching. “Uh-huh.” You tried to catch your breath but nothing was working. “You know tarantula’s aren’t necessarily poisonous right?” The guy who was now holding the giant arachnid asked. “Yes I know that it’s their hair that paralyzes it’s victims. Itching powder used to have tarantula hair in it before it got banned.” You blurted still trying to regain your composure. “Then why are you scared?” He asked making you shrug. “I just don’t like the way they move. It’s freaky I guess.” You replied with a shrug as he took a step toward you. You flinched as he held out a hand for you. Hesitantly you took it keeping an eye on the spider. Ever so slowly he placed the arachnid into your hand. Surprisingly you didn’t freak out. Slowly it moved around before staying still making you smile realizing how cute the arachnid actually was.        -Sasuke- A stupid party. All you were doing was dancing in the crowd. Listening to the beat and moving to it not wanting any attention from anybody. Naive little you thought wearing jeans and a t-shirt would help with not getting attention before a pair of hands were on my waist spinning around you glared at the boy who was smirking. “Sasuke Uchiha get your hands off of me!” You said swatting at his hands. “Come on if I don’t dance with you Sakura is going to try and drag me to an empty room.” He whined making you shrug before refocusing on the beat and dancing closing my eyes before arms snaked(hehe) their way around your waist. Scoffing you draped yours around his shoulders dancing with the so called ‘prince’ of your school not really caring because you just saw him as a kid with anger issues.        -Naruto- You and Naruto were band-mates. You auditioned to be the guitarist and when you showed up the three boys laughed at you before you watched them turn to awestruck as you played a song from memory that Naruto sent you to practice. Once you stopped you were from then on in the band along with Naruto the drummer for the band, Shikamaru the bass guitarist, and Kiba the lead singer. Just you and your trusty guitar.        -Gaara- A simple mistake is all you made HONESTLY! You just bumped into the guy on the beach while running after your friend who stole your phone. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I really didn’t mean to. Are you okay?” You panic using your hands to push you up from the suggestive way you had fallen on top of him. “I’m fine. Are you okay?” He asked looking over you getting red realizing you were in your bikini(or one piece lol). You stood up holding your hand out for him with a smile. “I’m perfectly okay takes more than a little fall to hurt me. F/N L/N, pleased to meet ya … What is your name?” You asked helping him stand up. “Gaara. I have to go my brother and sister are waiting.” He said before walking up to the parking lot. Shrugging you looked around and bolted after your friend you had previously been chasing but that Gaara kid was still in the back of your mind. Maybe he would be in your class when school starts in a week.

We gotta see the Penguin: Origin 3 player ratings

QLD  1. Billy Slater – is simply all that and a bag of crisps. Brilliant. Hopefully Darius Boyd was sitting at home, scribbling notes about how to be a good fullback.

2. Valentine Holmes – 3 great finishes for tries. Still looks more nervous under the bomb than Dresden circa 1945. It took NSW 210 minutes of football to figure this out. Laurie Daley – supercoach.

3. Will Chambers – obviously in the team as some attempt to keep the game fair. Constantly got in the way. In the way of NSW, in the way of his team-mates, in his own way...

4. Michael Morgan – remember Harvey Keitel’s character in Pulp Fiction? The Wolf? That’s Morgan.

5. Dane Gagai – my pick for player of the series going into the game, the judges agreed. Who signed him again? Oh that’s right.

6. Cameron Munster – there were some question marks over whether Munster was going to be up to the job. These people are not familiar with Craig Bellamy’s Jurassic Park style cloning facility where he spliced Billy Slater’s DNA with that of some kind of football playing frog. Queensland uh uh uh finds a way.

7. Cooper Cronk – dropped the ball when about to score a certain try, so there’s that. Also put in one of the greatest attacking kicks in the history of attacking kicks. So there’s that.

8. Dylan Napa – did his job I guess? He plays for the damn Roosters, what do you want from me? Still looks like Jake Busey.

9. Cameron Smith – nothing needs to be said.

10. Jarrod Wallace – it’s always special when a prop scores a try, especially because it’s nearly universally some sort of cosmic accident when it happens. Started grinning like Hodor when he saw the tryline wide open. Good for him.

11. Gavin Cooper – there’s probably some joke I can make about barrel making but it’s late.

12. Matt Gillett – punishing in defence and attack. The best a man can get indeed.

13. Josh McGuire – There’s a lot of Dishhead Dowling in McGuire and that’s either a backhanded compliment or a cloaked insult. I can’t tell which. Runs hard, tackles hard, gets himself hurt, a bit Martin Lang as well.

14. Ben Hunt – was wisely kept off the field until the game was wrapped up.  A very shrewd move by coach Walters, we know what this guy is capable of in crunch moments.

15. Josh Papalii – like The Rock if The Rock ate another The Rock.

16. Coen Hess - ‘Rudolf’ as I’ve come to call him is just as brutal and efficient as his namesake. Too far?

17. Tim Glasby – when he got the ball on the half volley and started trundling for the try line we were all thinking it: is this the next Danny Nutley? Unfortunately Glasby doesn’t have the Nuts turn of pace. Ask me some time about the time Danny Nutley was the second leg in a double at the SFS…

NSW

1. James Tedesco – you know that ad that he’s in where he sets off the museum alarm system and then sizes up the security before the screen cuts to black? The end of that is that he trips in the first three seconds and then spends the next 45 minutes being beaten in a back room with a phone book before being sold off to work in the engine room of a Yakuza operated black ops whaling vessel...this analogy has gone too far but you see what I’m getting at. The guy’s a muppet.

2. Brett Morris – I never, ever thought I would see the day when Brett Morris was far and away the best player on a NSW team. Next thing you know Donald Trump will be President.

3. Josh Dugan – I’ve been hard on Duges for a long time, but that’s only because I want to see him develop. After my criticism of his last game he did in fact learn how to pass. Only it was forward and to a Queenslander, but baby steps. Shine on you crazy diamond.

4. Jarryd Hayne – remember in 2009 when Hayne was the best player in the comp? Let’s all remember him for the player he was and not the abomination he has become. The Michael McIntyre of rugby league.

5. Blake Ferguson – when Valentine Holmes went over the top of Fergo for his third try you could see Blake gesturing to his team as if to say ‘it’s not my fault – I didn’t pick me’.  Daley should have trusted his judgement.

6. James Maloney – how this jackboot dilettante won two premierships is beyond me and has forever tarnished my enjoyment of rugby league both as a sport and a concept. The best microcosm of his career was late in the game when the Blues were trailing but still in the game and Jimmy put in a pinpoint kick – to Alfie Langer.

7. Mitchell Pearce – Pearce again astounds me with his incredibly accurate kicking game. It was somewhere near the 30th minute before he missed a Queensland back and accidentally found the turf. Otherwise he was like the Legolas of picking out the QLD backline.

8. Aaron Woods – like Styx or Warrant or any other 80’s hair metal band – a crushing lack of talent and ability disguised by a flowing coiffure.

9. Nathan Peats – let’s remember that time when his father, Geordi Peats, played in Canterbury’s 1993 Minor Premiership team…

10. Andrew Fifita – more like Andrew FiFATa. Yeah that’s what I’m going with. A real flat track bully, looks great when things are going his way, a useless thug when they’re not. Won’t turn a game that you’re losing, just helps you win more. Ran for more than 800m, which is something, however only 12 of them were forward.

11. Boyd Cordner – seeing this man in a Blue jumper is inspirational. I mean if he can become captain of the NSW Origin team then I might just have a chance as well. Crippling ankle injury and all.

12. Josh Jackson – to quote Andre 3000 ‘Sorry Josh Jackson. I am for real. Never s’posed to make the Blues side, you’re the one who’s getting penalised’

13. Tyson Frizell – More like Tyson Fizzle. Amirite?

14. David Klemmer – If the players in this Origin series were the cast of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark then David Klemmer is the bag of sand used to weigh down the trap. A heavy, amorphous mound that is ultimately unable to perform the one simple task it was given.

15. Wade Graham – kinda like Joe Pesci in Casino, well meaning but his volatile temper makes life worse for everyone.

16. Jake Trbojevic – He still goes alright. Could possibly trade some of his consonants for some of Josh Papalii’s vowels.

17. Jack Bird – the year is 2008 and thanks to Family Guy season 7, episode 2 ‘I Dream of Jesus, everyone is talking about how the bird is the word. Well it’s 2017 and the Bird is definitely no longer the word.