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Coach Sy Part 5
I'm so sorry this took so long!!! Here it is! I feel like this is all over the place but I kind of just wanted to get a feel of them spending a day together. I love it. And I just wanted to give you guys something while I plan more of this out!! Enjoy.
Warnings: Cursing, Smut!! Oral,(f and M receiving), Mentions of sex
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“So are we gonna talk about that?” I asked, shyly. I was lying with my head on Sy’s shoulder absentmindedly drawing shapes on his chest with my fingertips.
“Talk about what baby?” He met my gaze, raising an eyebrow. My throat went dry and I flushed trying to find the words to describe what just happened.
“The way we… you were so…I liked it, a lot! But I’ve only ever read about it being like that, and It's so hot but I didn’t think that it was a natural thing and…No one’s ever been like that with me… God, I sound so stupid.” I groaned, pressing my body closer to his and hiding my face against his chest. Logan chuckled. He ran his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip at the back of my head and tugging softly, letting me know to look up at him. I bit my lip and sat up a little, lifting my eyes to meet his.
“You’re so fuckin cute,” He leaned down and captured my lips in a gentle kiss. “I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific, baby girl,” He smirked. He knew I was embarrassed about saying it.
“You’re so…in charge and dominant. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not much different than when you’re coaching. I just didn’t expect all of that. The spanking and dirty talk, the manhandling,” I blushed.
“You like me throwing you around like that?” He went back to slowly dragging his fingertips up and down my spine. I loved this feeling. He was so warm. And he felt safe. Even after how rough and aggressive he was, He was still loving and gentle and kind and caring. I’d never experienced that with anyone else. Like I knew he was going to take care of me. No matter what it takes. And I didn’t feel so shy anymore.
“Yeah” I spoke finally, and pressed my lips to his chest and left a trail of kisses up his neck. He groaned softly. “I liked it a lot.” I smirked when I met his eyes again.
“What’s gotten into you little girl?” He purred, rolling me onto my back and pinning me to the bed.
“You, Sy. I’m so stuck on you, I can’t figure out what we’re doing but I don’t want this to end.” He was straddling me now. He sat back on his knees and brushed my hair out of my face, giving me a big smile.
“This is just the beginning baby, and if I’m being honest,” He paused, looking me over and letting his hand trail down my chest resting it on my hip. “I’m planning on forever baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He bit his lip meeting my eyes again.
“How can you be so sure?” I asked, feeling my insecurities bubble up again. Logan sat for a second, still straddling me, trying to think. God he was trying to find a way to break it to me gently. Of course it was just pillow talk. Just something you say… He probably didn’t mean it and I was being so ridiculous.
“Some people say when you know you know.” He explained simply.
“We’ve only been on one date, Logan,” I chuckled.
“You wanna know when I knew?” He asked, ignoring my last statement. I smiled softly and nodded. “My second month teaching. I sent you an email, about a girl in my class I was concerned about. I had to be honest with you. I just wasn’t sure how to pick up on signs of mental health and eating disorders and all that. But I knew something wasn’t right. You remember that?” I nodded. I did. It was an everyday thing answering emails about students that teachers wanted to recommend I speak to or may need further help. So I didn’t think much of it. But he asked if he could come down and talk with me about what to look for as far as when they are troubled. Which was so unexpected. I’ve never forgotten it.
“I knew that day. You cared so much. You were so detailed. But I really knew when we talked about your friends and people you knew. How personal it was to you. We talked so long I was late to practice. I understood why you were doing your job. I admired you. But from that day on I wanted to know everything about you. I started finding excuses to drop in. Find reasons to see you. Have lunch with you. It took me over a year to get you where I wanted you baby. This isn’t gonna be some temporary thing.” I sniffled softly. I hadn’t realized I was tearing up. Sy leaned down to kiss me softly.
“You’re not gonna get bored of me?” I asked. He laughed. Literally belly laughed.
“What’s there to get bored of baby? I love learning about you, and doing things with you and just being with you. Hell no, I’m not gonna get bored of you, Darlin,” He smiled softly and shifted, holding himself up on his arms and kissing my jaw and down my neck.
“Promise?” I bit my lip softly. He looked up and met my gaze and captured my lips again.
“I promise sugar. You’re the only woman I want, I know I’ve been laying it on kind of heavy but I just think it’s kinda silly to deny ourselves of something, we’re grown, I know how I feel about ya. I don’t need to waste any more time, sugar.” I kissed him again, holding his face as if in my hands. Smiling softly as I pulled away.
“Sy, I..” I stared up at him but the words got caught in my throat. I felt it, at least I think I did. I just couldn't say it yet. He pressed his lips to my forehead.
“I know, baby.” He said, then continued to kiss his way down my body. I felt his hands on my thighs as he pushed them apart.
“Mm, sy, what are you doing?” I asked keeping my eyes on him. He started to kiss my thighs and the bruises he’d left on my hips.
“You know what I’m doing baby,” He smirked, biting at the inside of my thigh. I arched my back, moaning softly. “Nope, never gonna get bored of that.” He pressed another kiss to my thigh before he pinned my hips down and attacked his lips to my clit licking and sucking relentlessly.
“My God Sy!” I moaned pulling at the sheets beneath me as he continued his assault on my clit. He shifted lower licking past my folds pushing his tongue inside me lapping at my juices. “Fuck don’t stop!” I felt him grow against me sending vibrations through me bring me closer to the edge. He hooked his arms under my thighs dragging me closer, holding me against his mouth. I was completely at his mercy. I was shaking, and a complete mess as he fucked me with his tongue. I whimpered letting my head hit the pillow when I finally fell apart against his mouth. He drank in all my juices before pulling away with a smirk. He kisses back up my thighs and stomach and kissed my neck before he laid next to me again.
“How the hell could I ever get bored of that?” He teased. I bit my lips softly trailing my hand down his chest.
“Okay you’ve proved your point cowboy,” I pressed my palm flat against his stomach feeling his muscles tense beneath my finger tips as I slowly dragged my hand further down. Logan grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I whined softly and lifted my eyes to meet his. He chuckled.
“Easy sugar, I’ll gladly let you return the favor another time. But this was about you baby. It ain’t always gotta be 50/50 sometimes I just wanna please my girl.” He pulled me closer, sliding his hand over my hip to squeeze my ass.
“But,” I started to protest.
“Shhh go to sleep, it’s 2 am baby, you need rest,” He smiled and kissed my head softly pulling my thigh over his waist as I laid my head on his chest. “Good girl,” He mumbled. As he rubbed my back softly. God this man was something else. I couldn’t wait to learn everything about him.
I woke up to the feeling of a cold wet nose against my hand. And… was that a tongue?
“Aika” I heard Sy call and then whistle, “Come here, leave her be.” The bed shifted as the dog jumped up laying at the end of the bed as Sy walked in the room. “Don’t be difficult.” He said to her, I tried to hide my giggle as he argued with the dog. Who sneezed at him and laid her head down resting on the bed. “I heard that,” he smirked. I smiled and sat up stretching a bit.
“Good morning handsome,” He watched me for a moment. Eyes scanning my body as I let the blanket fall to my waist.
“Morning trouble,” He smiled leaning in the doorway. Standing there in a pair of black sweats, still shirtless, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked so good. I looked down at the beautiful German shepard laying at the end of the bed.
“So this is the famous Aika,” I smiled and reached out my hand for her to sniff before scratching her ears. He nodded and walked over holding out the coffee for me to take. I accepted the mug and he smiled sitting beside me on the bed.
“Yeah, looks like she likes you too. She ran right in here after I fed her, jumped right up next to ya on the bed. Where she knows she’s not supposed to be.” He looked at her sternly. She just stared at him and laid her head on his leg. He chuckled.
“She’s a sweet girl,” I smiled. I took a sip of coffee and sighed content. I scooted closer, cuddling into his side. He grinned and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked. I nodded resting my head on his shoulder.
“Mhmm, did you?” I asked.
“Like a baby,” He smirked. We sat like that for a minute. While I drank my coffee and woke up. Finally after a few minutes we got out of bed and he handed me one of his T-shirts to put on.
“I have clothes Sy,” I giggled softly.
“I know, I like it when you wear mine.” He pulled me in by my hips and kissed my forehead. I blushed softly. I slipped on his shirt that just barely fell to the top of my thighs. Logan smirked. “Yep, I like this better.” He said as he followed me out of his bedroom.
“You’re staring at my ass aren’t you?” I laughed.
“Hell yeah!” He chuckled. We walked out to his kitchen. Sy poured me another cup of coffee and offered to make breakfast. I offered to help but he wouldn’t let me. The second I turned to grab something out of the fridge for him he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up, and sat me on the counter.
“Sy!” I pouted trying to hide my giggle.
“Sit still and let me cook for you,” He scolded before he playfully smacked my thigh.
“Yes, sir,” I mocked, rolling my eyes. He paused letting his eyes roam again, growling low in his chest. My thighs involuntarily clenched and he smirked. Finally he turned to get the eggs out of the fridge. I don’t know what it was about him. Why do we naturally fit so well? Or Why I trust him so much. Everything about him in moments like this feels so …primal. But At the same time he’s so gentle and intelligent and ..strong. So damn strong. Whatever was starting between us. It was like. Electricity. Or Magnetic. There was some kind of pull. I could sense whenever he was close to me. And it set my senses into overdrive.
We ate breakfast, just some simple eggs, bacon and toast. Sy let Aika back out to run around the land. She has a doggy door and just comes and goes as she pleases. That makes perfect sense for them. Very low maintenance. Both of them come around to check on each other every now and then. It’s cute honestly.
“I think I’m gonna shower,” I said when we’d finished breakfast and finished cleaning up the kitchen. I rested my hand on his chest and looked up at him, I could see the mischief in his eyes.
“You want company?” he smiled softly. I chuckled.
“Are you gonna behave yourself?” I raised an eyebrow. He just laughed and shook his head.
“You know I’m not, Sugar.” I rolled my eyes.
“Come on cowboy,”
As desperately as I wanted him I couldn’t handle anymore after last night. He made sure of it. I turned back just in time to catch his smirk when he saw the slight limp I was walking with. Sly bastard. But, him, I would gladly take care of.
I sank to my knees in front of him in the shower. He smiled down at me brushing my hair back. “You sure about this darlin?” He lifted my chin to look him in the eyes “I don’t wanna hurt ya.” He said brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Mmhmm, you promised I could return the favor, and you had no problem being rough with me last night,” I smirked. He growled softly and grabbed my jaw
“I can’t promise I can control myself baby, can you handle me fucking your little throat sugar?” He had no shame. He stared right and my eyes with that cocky smirk on his face. This man drips confidence. The things I’ve done with him in the last 2 weeks I never knew I would do. But I loved it. I reached up wrapping my hand around him pumping slowly. He groaned resting his head against the tile. I licked up his length slowly before I took him completely in my mouth I held eye contact and answered him.
“Don’t hold back, Daddy,” Before finally wrapping my lips around him and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I started to bob my head slowly. I watched his face and saw something hungry flash in his eyes at my words. He tangled his fingers in my hair pulling it back away from my face and holding it in a ponytail. He started to guide me on his cock moving me faster and pushing himself further down the back of my throat. He moaned cursing, feeling me gag around his head.
“That’s a good girl. Fuck you take it so well.” He moaned. I pulled back gasping for air. And smiled.
“That all you got? “ The shower was hitting his chest and flowing down down his abs. He looked like a God from this angle.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” His eyes were soft as they held my gaze I gripped his and bit my lip.
“I trust you Logan, “ That was all it took. He was guiding me back on to his cock and holding my head still. I twirled my tongue around the head and moaned around him and he pulled my hair softy.
“Fuckin tease. Hold still darlin, Gonna fuck that pretty face.” I hummed sending vibrations around him and tugged at my hair harder. I met his eyes again and he smiled. “That’s my good girl, you like when you I take charge don’t ya?” He moaned and started thrusting into my mouth. His cock hitting the back of my throat everytime. I knew he was enjoying this. I slid my hands up to his stomach and felt his muscles tense under my fingers. He had his eyes closed his head tilted back agaisnt the shower wall and his jaw was slack. I loved making him feel good like this. He didn’t let me take care of him often. I moaned around him he pushed me down further holding me down taking him down my throat. I tried as hard as I could to swallow around him as he held me down. I felt tears stinging around my eyes as he let up and and I pulled back to take a breath coughing hard. “Fuck are you..?”
I didn’t let him finish his sentence before I had him back in my mouth bobbing my head teasing him with my tongue. He groaned loudly tightening his grip in my hair. “That’s it baby don’t stop.” He was close. He held me still again thrusting into my mouth erratically. He growled gritting his teeth. “Fuck yes,” he moaned as he released in my mouth. I swallowed it all licking him clean. He shuttered and shook his head with a chuckle before extending his hand to help me back to my feet. He held me close to his while he caught his breath.
“Was that good?” I bit my looking down at the shower floor. He lifted my chin kissing me passionately.
“Jesus, baby you are, full of surprises,” He smiled. “Fuckin Incredible.”
We finished our shower and got dressed for the day. But we’ren’t in a hurry to go anywhere in particular. We stayed cuddled up on his couch all afternoon. Watching some old movies. We talked a bit about nothing in particular. Getting to know each other some more. Although it felt like we already did. This felt really normal.
“Do you wanna take Aika for a walk with me?” He asked. I think it was almost 5 or 6 o’clock now. I nodded.
“I’d love that,” I said. He called her in and got her on a leash and we set out down the road.
“Can I be honest with ya?” He said as we started to walk.
“Of course you can,” I smiled.
“This has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.” He said. I stopped walking for a moment.
“But we haven’t really, done anything.” I said. He smiled and took my hand in his and lead me to keep walking with him.
“I know, but I got to spend good quality time with the woman I care about. That’s all I need.” He squeezed my hand softly. I met his eyes again.
“I really enjoyed this too. I’m kind of sad that you’ll have to take me home sometime soon.” I admitted.
“No I don’t,” He stated. “I don’t have anything going on this weekend. I ain’t in no hurry to get you out of here.”
“No?” I asked “What are you trying to say Sy?”
“Stay the rest of the weekend with me.” He smiled pulling me closer. I squeezed his hand blushing slightly.
“Answer something for me first,” I said.
“Anything,” He said.
“Are we together now? Am I your girlfriend, I know it’s kind of fast we’ve only been on one date, but the way we’ve been talking. It just seemed like that’s what you’ve been trying to say and..”
He kissed me softly on the lips.
“Sugar, I thought I ….Maybe I wasn’t completely clear.” He chuckled. “I want you as long as you’ll have me baby. You’re mine. I wanna take you everywhere with me. Stay with me this weekend?” I smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, I will” I smiled. He kissed me again and we continued our walk. Back at the house we settled in on the couch again. Cuddled up for another movie. “How are we gonna do this at work, Keep our hands to ourselves, behave?” I chuckled.
“It’s not like people aren’t expecting it.” He laughed. I raised an eyebrow.
“Am I really the only one that didn’t know how you felt all this time?” I asked.
“I mean… The boys know baby…” He chuckled. I groaned.
“I’m sorry baby.” I blushed realizing what I said.
“I’m not, I got you now. I’m not complaining.” We finished our movie and I stretched yawning. “Tired?” I nodded. “Come on sweet pea. Lets go to bed.”
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Am I the only one crushing on the Coach? Okay I'll see myself out 😔
Ohhhh my goodness. SPICY. SCANDAL.
But yeah I can kinda see why you'd say this.
Coach Sy? More like Coach S(woonworth)y!!
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Could we please get a follow up on how coach sy and reader are doing, i love that storyline 😭
Hey dear, I’m flattered that you love that story. I am not saying it will never happen, but at this moment my muse is elsewhere. :)
Coach!Sy
#coach syverson#coach Logan syverson#coach Sy#feral collision#ask Freya#anon asks#captain syverson#captain syverson x reader
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Hello! How much would change if MC had won that match vs. Rayyan in the beginning of the story? How would the people there react? Like Sam and Coach Sýkorová (and Rayyan, of course)? Would it make on the headlines of some news or something? And how would the other players in Cargill react?
I really like your IF and your writing style, it feels so... natural, it feels just right, I'm looking forward to the future updates, so good luck and best wishes on your project!
OOh, that'd be highly unexpected, and I think even MC would be shook. Put some writing under the cut - it got a little long.
Also: thanks so much for the ask and encouragement!! 🥰🤩☺
There's a brief moment of stunned silence, before the stands erupt into cheers. Rayyan's face, right across the net from you, looks thunderstruck. You walk over, mouth opening, but Rayyan's expression stops you mid-word.
For a split second, you see disbelief and anger and frustration and pure, undistllled disappointment break open across their features, like the raw runny yolk from a cracked egg. Rayyan's green eyes have darkened to the color of a tempestuous sea at night; charged, heated, terrifying in their intensity - you wonder if they're going to throw their racket, or just leap over the net to tackle you to the floor. Instead, they just school their expression into something as close to neutral as it's going to get, and reach out a trembling hand to you from across the net.
You take it, wordlessly, and Rayyan's grip is tight, and still-trembling. They let go, and turn on their heel, marching stiffly towards the bench, posture so erect that you get the sense that it's taking every last ounce of their self-control to keep themselves from shouting.
The last thing you remember are those eyes, burned into the back of your head - but then, obligatory hand-shaking completed, you're running for the first person you know to run to. And they're sprinting toward you too. Vaulting over the short half-wall separating the stands from the court. Your bodies meet - collide is more like it - and you grip Sam's back where the shoulder blades are, pulling them toward you in a bone-crushing embrace. For a moment, neither of you say anything. Then, Sam finally pulls apart just a fraction - just enough to give you a wide grin. "Holy shit," They breathe, and you marvel at how Sam seems... almost as happy as you are. Vibrating, thrumming with energy. As though your victories really were theirs, too.
"Holy shit," You murmur back. Three heartbeats pass, and Sam's face is close - so very close - to yours.
"I bet all my money on you," Sam's saying, through the din. "So, it's a good thing you won."
You laugh, and it surprises that you can still do something so normal - like laugh at your best friend's bullshit - after one of the most momentous achievements of your life. "Better give me half the proceeds then," You say, and then - it's as though the bubble pops. Around you, everyone else on your team is rushing in - to congratulate you, ruffle your hair, thump you on the back, scream "CONGRATULATIONS" in your face.
Through the hullaballoo, you see Coach Sýkorová, waiting by the sidelines, hands folded neatly behind her back. She seems to... want to meet you. Your dad hands you a towel, and winks. You suck in a breath, and head over to the Coach, feeling as though you're floating rather than walking.
"That's just the semi-finals," The tall, slim woman says, when you come to a halt in front of her. You blink. "You have your work cut out for you if you want to win the finals." She's deadpan. "That backhand sliced shot is wobbly, desperate - I know it, your opponent knows it. You can do better." She pauses, then the corners of her eyes crinkle. "But you probably don't want to hear this right now," She says. "Go. Celebrate. Maybe I'll see you again."
With that cryptic line, she turns on her heels and leaves. Your eyes track her movement, and you realise that she might've gone in search of Rayyan, who is now nowhere to be seen. You wonder what she'd say. Heck, you wonder what you'd say, given half the chance.
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zzl x sqq x lbh. peak lord shen is heavenly demon bait and it would be better if these family members where NOT trying to kill eachother for his hand
re: wine drunk drabbles (here)
ironically for such a zzl guy i have literally never written zzl x sqq lol i am a fake fan BUT here u go :)))
"Shizun shouldn't pay attention to that man," Luo Binghe says, sidling up to Shen Qingqiu's side hooking his chin over Shen Qingqiu's shoulder.
"Nonesense," Shen Qingqiu says. "Won't you bring us some snacks, Binghe? You must be hungry."
"Absolutely not. Shizun! Tell him to leave!"
"Master Ssshen is too kind," Zhuzhi-lang says. He reaches up at catches Shen Qingqiu's hands as Shen Qingqiu carries the tea tray over to their guest, soft skin meeting cool scales as he slides it from Shen Qingqiu's grip and sets it down at the low table. He picks up the small, elegantly painted tea-pot and and gracefully begins to pour the fragrant liquid into cups. "But I already ate on my way to visit. Please, let me pour for you."
"Shizun, he probably snacked on the disciples on his way in!"
Although the snake is the one at their table, Luo Binghe hisses at his cousin. Shen Qingqiu rolls his eyes and gives Zhuzhi-lang a soft smile, bringing a sleeve up to hide the curve of his lips.
"Thank you, Xizhi-lang."
Luo Binghe growls. Zhuzhi-lang finishes pouring the tea and raises his own cup to take a delicate slip.
Over the top of his cup, Zhuzhi-lang's yellow eyes gaze right at Luo Binghe and flash with satisfaction. His serpentine tongue darts out ever so slightly, as though scenting the air.
"Shizun!"
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modern au lbh is a super famous model and actor, and he is always talking about his boyfriend, the cutest and prettiest and kindest man alive. And so everyone is super curious as to who this bf is, all this anticipation…and then this weeb with bedhead just walks in like “hey”.
Like just imagine. The tension is thick in the air, everyone is on the edge of their seats, any minute now lbh’s famed bf is gonna walk thru that door!! He must be beautiful!! Otherworldly!!
Sy, in his stained hatsune miku sweater, fingerprints all over his glasses: whats up
For a moment everyone is like “…is that a new temp or smthn??” And then lbh just screams “YUAN-GE!!!!!” and LAUNCHES himself at this strange little man and everyone just about vomits blood.
Sy is in fact wearing socks with adidas sandals. The socks are tucked over his sweatpants.
Everyone stares at where lbh and sy are conversing, just absolutely seething with jealousy. How tf did GQ’s hottest man alive (for five consecutive years!!) fall for THAT?? Especially when he could do so much better!!! Like so much!!! He could have anyone he ever wanted?? Why did he go for the guy with the fuckin yy stallion novel themed backpack???
But then idk maybe someone snarkily insults lbh (out of anger and jealousy at his dating preferences) and Sy just snaps his head in a perfect 90 degree circle and is just like “You wanna repeat that?” And then just starts TEARING THIS POOR PERSON APART. Sy doesnt even realize that the person was really insulting him, all he understood was that there was a slight against his binghe mixed in there and as the President of lbh’s fanclub he will NOT stand for any kind of slander against his perfect lil meow meow!!
Meanwhile lbh is just letting this happen while he watches sy with stars in his eyes lol
And maybe they get sy all dressed up to do some photoshoot and when sy steps out in an emerald suit with contacts in and his makeup done, everyone is like “wait shit!!! He is rlly attractive!!!”
And then someone’s like “hey does he kind of remind u of someone?” And that’s when everyone realizes that this is the famed lil brother of shen jiu, an acting legend and lbh’s own acting coach
#scum villian self saving system#svsss#bingqiu#modern au#actor au#luo binghe#shen yuan#copy pasted this from my twit#ace’s archives
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Twig Liveblog for Arc 17
what an obsenely horny arc... not that i'm complaining. you've got sy being incorrigible with lillian, sy thirsting over mabel to a concerning degree (i think he literally starts sniffing her sweaty clothes), the lingering jessie tension (this one is more than acceptable, and they kiss!!!!!!! yippeee!!!), egregious amounts of helen cleavage/tongue/etc., and of course the sleeping dragon. my little bro needs to get laid more than he needs oxygen 💀💀💀💀
twig gets so much more electric when the full lamb party is around. all their little interactions are so full of character and life. every time sy talks to lillian it scratches that YA itch so good. i love mary/lillian yuri! i love ashton!! and there's duncan too. all the weapon children in their perfect toxic symbiosis 🥺 sad that it didn't take up more of the arc!
i love big neph too. with size like that i think he's playing for the wrong kings 😂😂😂 i bet it feels so good to be inside that stomach pouch....
and then there's more fighting... yay.... the way awful coaching talks about basketball coaches is the way i talk to wildbow in my head. you do NOT need a chapter devoted to banal logistical concerns!!! you do NOT need play by play descriptions of every minute detail of every scene!!! cut those paragraphs!!! those ten paragraphs could very easily be two paragraphs!!! and they would be much better paragraphs!!!!
wildbow has such a powerful fascination with Factions who need to have Tense Discussions. this is simply not very interesting. i want characters to interact with each other. there is lots of cool stuff included in this portion of the arc -- there's that great scene where sy thinks helen is dead and phantom!mauer starts quoting the bible at him, for instance, as well as plenty of cool new experiments -- but all this cruft drowns it out. i do not care about what bea thinks of sedge. i do not care about the mad baker. sorry.
the lillian interlude was very good. lillian is such an interesting and ambiguous character. she enthralls me even if i don't like her very much. watching her try and achieve her goals, and being affronted when she does not, feels so heartbreaking and real. getting a commendation but not an accolade, even after sy has revealed to her the dark secret of the nobility, even though she knows the real purpose of the academies is to prop up and puppet this evil regime who has done nothing but abuse her and her closest friends -- it still hurts her. in fact it gives her newfound determination to become an even more powerful despot. is it ego? to get back at her parents? then an aging technocrat explains to her that she'd be better off being a mail-order bride, and follows this up by telling her half the country is lost to plague. it's so relevant it's painful.
i'm going to write so much mary/lillian femslash you have no idea....
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smut/18+ = ✧ | fluff = ❀
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the alluring charm of henry cavill : henry cavill participates in a reality show, where he gets to know rom com queen adelaide park a bit better.
coach cavill : when a new judo coach arrives in luna meadows, all the mothers are ready to risk it all for him, including amelia jung.
sugar sugar : first time sugar baby becky kim meets first time sugar daddy henry cavill.
it's a funny story : when their twin daughters ask about how they met, henry cavill and his wife natalie lee-bennett take a trip down memory lane.
ever after boutique : frankee jane newhouse loves her job, but hates one thing about it and that is the boss mister henry cavill.
stewardess chronicles : stewardess alice matsuda meets pilot henry cavill and naturally she falls for him.
↳˗ˏˋwalter marshallˊˎ˗ ↴
but professor : penny townsend isn't too sure about a lot of things, but one thing she's sure about: her feelings towards her professor marshall.
↳˗ˏˋcaptain syversonˊˎ˗ ↴
it all started in san antonio : rosemary hill swore she'd never fall for another military man again, but then captain syverson steps into her life.
oblivious : captain syverson suddenly becomes the guardian of his three nieces and on top of that, his insufferable neighbor ivy sullivan barges into his life as well.
tales of love : vision impaired syverson and molly sweet slowly but surely become a couple and axel the guide dog has his opinion about it.
↳˗ˏˋaugust walkerˊˎ˗ ↴
protection : cia agent august walker newest assignment is keeping an eye on star soccer player mia makaruku (on hiatus)
chasing nostalgia : august walker recognizes someone in a very interesting video and the life he thought he left behind is now closer than ever.
endeavors : august is teaching his roommate how to enjoy sex.
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| tiny series |
↳˗ˏˋhenry cavillˊˎ˗ ↴
spring break baby ✧
confession ✧
three's a crowd ✧
↳˗ˏˋwalter marshallˊˎ˗ ↴
study motivation ✧
car trouble ✧
backstage fun ✧
↳˗ˏˋcaptain syversonˊˎ˗ ↴
sy and his idol gf ❀
↳˗ˏˋaugust walkerˊ��˗ ↴
a-babygirl-in-august ✧
christmas tree ❀
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| drabbles |
↳˗ˏˋhenry cavillˊˎ˗ ↴
daddy henry cavill ✧
laundry day ✧
the assignment ✧
happy birthday ❀
who is wonderfulmiracles irl? ❀
the third date ❀
she probably can't eat that ❀
seven minutes in heaven ❀
a voice like an angel ❀
↳˗ˏˋwalter marshallˊˎ˗ ↴
made out of porcelain ✧
ice cream ✧
dirty december ✧
the first day of winter ❀
reading is kinda fun ❀
your honor, i fucked my client ✧
sensitive walter ✧
↳˗ˏˋcaptain syversonˊˎ˗ ↴
call me daddy ✧
heat wave ✧
a national treasure: oliebollen ❀
i lost my puppy ❀
from meet cute to something else ❀
out and about ✧
just one more ✧
enough ❀
↳˗ˏˋaugust walkerˊˎ˗ ↴
club owner august walker ✧
back home ✧
mrs. walker ✧
family life ❀
bratty behavior ✧
naked wednesday ✧
daddy, i've been a bad girl ✧
some things never change ✧
august, you can't cook ❀
interesting purchase ✧
a day in the life ✧
a day in the life pt. 2 ✧
a foreign concept ✧
my girls ❀
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#henry cavill#henry cavill fanfic#henry cavill fandom#asian ofc#captain syverson#walter marshall#august walker#henry cavill masterlist#keanureevesisbae
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i've been thinking about him being into d&d too!
other ideas: 1) he could be a retired gamer who's now coaching young gamers 2) he could be a fantasy writer who's also collects antiques 3) he could be a historian of some kind who studies and writes about artifacts. third one could lead blair to him. she could have an antique she puts in one of the online selling sites that actually an artifact, geralt sees it and contacts with her, they meet up and that's the last day of her old life.
i also like the idea of him being a neighbour. shaved headed sy vs long white haired geralt contrast alone is hilarious. i'd love to see them come across each other on the halls and exchange awkward looks. on the serious side, i love a new next door stalker. he sees her somewhere, hell, make it another city, he searches for her, he finds her, he moves into the next apartment, tiny holes in the walls, cameras in places you could never imagine, he basically lives with you but you have no idea (scarier since she doesn't leave the apartment that much) and she has no idea because they don't even talk! 🍀
The contrast between Sy and Geralt would be funny. Thanks for all the ideas. I'm currently digesting hahha. So many possibilities. Another extended universe lmaooooo
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I just want to feel safe - Walter Marshall fanfic. Part 1?
Okay. Preface. This story has mentions of sexual assault. This is a personal story. But I've changed a lot of the names and some of the actual story to fit the fic. I think that I've decided this is going to be a series. It's taken a lot out of me writing this but. I really love Walter and I can see this relationship growing into something more than what is here. I also think that from a healing standpoint, I'm gonna write the story I never gave myself the chance to have. Anyway. That's enough from me. I'll let you guys read the story now. I know this is a heavy topic and situation but I'm still always open to comments and feedback. Thank you guys for the support in posting this <3
Plot: OFC reports assault after 2 years and Detective Walter Marshall is assigned to her case. He will stop at nothing to help her feel safe again.
Warnings: Panic attacks, mentions of sexual assault (retelling the story of what happened.)
Unbeta'd Mistakes are totally my own and I own that. This might be a mess because honestly I was super emotional writing this but it felt good to get it all down.
Please don't share without crediting.
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I’m not sure what I expected a police station to be like. Frankly I’d never really imagined myself in one. Kind of funny how things can change like that. All of a sudden you’re doing things you’d never imagine. That’s how I ended up here. In this strangely familiar looking police station. I guess maybe that’s the one thing movies and Tv got right. Police stations for the most part look exactly the same. This whole night started from a list of “Fuck it why not’s” that spiraled out of control. But that explanation alone was not enough to help the officer help me. I looked back at the petite woman in front of me. I’m sure she was a good police officer. I wasn't trying to doubt her skill. But her overly sympathetic nature and deer in the headlights look on her face was making me feel worse.
“I know this is hard.” She spoke softly, placing her hand over mine on the table. She didn’t know. She had no idea what this was like. Being attacked like this. Letting yourself become vulnerable because ‘why not’ I’d known those boys my entire life. When my brother invited me out for drinks with his friends, I didn’t have a reason not to trust them. Not to trust… him. My brother didn’t know. He couldn’t have known. He was betrayed too. “But I need you to tell me what you remember, what happened to you, so we can help you.” I looked around again At the empty gray walls. Out the window into the dark cloudy night sky. It must be almost midnight now. Anywhere but at the woman in front of me. What did she say her name was? Rachel? I focused on the empty desk chair behind her when I finally spoke.
“It doesn’t matter. I remember all of it. Every detail. But we have no case.” I muttered I looked down playing with my hands again.
“Alayna,” She said my name softly. I met her eyes again for the first time since we sat at her desk. “You don’t know that. You did the right thing coming here and reporting it. I need you to talk to me.” She pleaded with me. She didn’t understand.
“No,” I said again. “I do know.”
“How do you know we can’t help you?” She asked her eyes boring into mine. I know she wants to help. I know that but I just don’t see how they can. not after it’s been so long.
“There’s no evidence.” I said.
“Sweetheart, with all due respect you aren’t a police officer we may be able to find something you wouldn’t think to look…”
“It was two years ago.” Rachel paused then. She took a deep breath and sat back in her chair.
“2 years ago?” she repeated. I nodded. She let out a soft sigh. “Sweetie, Why did you wait so long to tell somebody?” She asked. This felt more manageable. This I at least knew the answer for. It was logical. It made sense. Well it doesn’t really make much sense but when you’re bargaining with yourself it does.
“I didn’t think it would matter. I’m still not sure it does.” I said. I swallowed hard. Now or never Alayna. You didn’t walk 3 miles to the police station, in the cold, after a panic attack to not give yourself some kind of peace. I let out a long breath and started again but then the door of the squadroom opened. A tall figure walked in. I couldn’t make out much of him at first. Just that he was very tall, 6,1 or something and had a full beard. He was wearing a heavy winter coat and beanie. I tensed a little when I watched him walk from the entrance to the desk next to Rachel’s. He shrugged off his coat revealing a thick gray sweater. He draped his coat over his chair and pulled off his beanie. His hair was a mess of dark curls. As soft and cozy as he should have looked…Something still felt intimidating about him. Maybe it was because he hadn’t spoken a word since he’d walked in the room. None of us had actually.
“Alayna,” Rachel said my name, getting my attention and finally breaking the silence. “This is detective Walter Marshall. He’s going to be working on your case.” That’s right. When I came in to report, the officer on duty at the station had to attend to a call. When I told them I wanted to report an assault, they told me that they’re psychiatrist was still in the office. I could talk to her until one of the detectives was available. I think they were afraid if they told me to come back later… I wouldn’t. They were probably right. Although I’m not quite sure if it would be because I’d lost my nerve or dying of hypothermia on the walk home. Rachel wasn’t even a detective. Was I really that out of it? Why didn’t I remember that until now?
“Okay,” was all I managed to say.
“I can stay,” she said. I'm not sure if it was for me or the detective. Maybe both. “If you’re more comfortable. If it’s easier for you. Ya know?” she asked. I shook my head and I watched as the detective…Walter, put his hand on her shoulder.
“Go home, it's been a long day,” he told her. His voice was deep but he spoke softly. And surprisingly he had an English accent. “We’ll manage,” his eyes were tired and heavy when they met mine. He offered a gentle smile. I nodded.
“You’re sure?” She asked.
“I don’t want to keep you Rachel. I can talk to the detective.” I said. She nodded.
“Okay, wait right here, just a moment while I catch him up okay? And then you two will get started.” I gave her a slight nod and just stared out the window again. Rachel and the detective went off into a side office somewhere to discuss what I’d already mentioned. This was sure to be quick now. As soon as she tells him how long it’s been, he’ll dismiss me. This was so stupid. I’d kept this to myself for this long. I knew this was a bad idea. Just as I had convinced myself to get up and leave the office door opened again.
“Thank you,” Walter’s voice said from across the room. “Get home safe.” he told Rachel as she waved goodbye. I gave her a small wave. I sat back in the chair trying to relax. But I knew I couldn’t. He came back over to the desk leaning his hip against it, crossing one foot over the other. “Are you comfortable out here or would you like to talk in my office?” He asked. “There aren’t too many people still around this late but, it would offer a bit more privacy than the open squadroom. It’s up to you.” He stated. I thought about it for a moment. Finally, I pulled my eyes from the window to look up at him.
“I think I’d feel better with a little more privacy,” I said. He gave me a sympathetic smile.
I stood up from my spot next to the desk. Then he led me out of the squadroom and down the hall to a small office. There wasn’t much, just a large desk with nothing but a computer and a travel coffee mug on it. The walls were bare other than a standard wall clock. He motioned for me to take a
seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk as he shut the door behind us. He circled around to the other side of the desk, setting a file down and taking a seat across from me.
“You’re reporting an assault, is that right?” He asked. I nodded.
“Yes, not a recent one. I’m sure Rachel informed you.” I said. I felt so ashamed of myself. I was wasting his time. Detective Marshall’s eyes met mine. I didn’t find the same overly sympathetic look in his eyes like I did with Rachel. He wasn’t pitying me. He wasn’t trying to psychoanalyze me. At the same time, it wasn’t cruel or harsh. Not even annoyed. Just open.
“She did,” he spoke after a brief pause. “But I’d like to hear the information from you myself. If that's alright with you?” He questioned. I swallowed hard. I leaned forward and folded my hands on the desk.
“I can do that.” My voice shook when I spoke. “Will I need to write a witness statement too?” I asked him. Telling this story once was going to be hard enough. Seeing it written on paper was going to be gut wrenching.
“Let’s just get through this conversation first. We’ll talk about the rest later, "he said. I nodded. He sat with his forearms leaning on the desk and his hands folded together. He pursed his lips into a tight small smile and nodded toward me. “Whenever you’re ready.” He stated. I swallowed hard. Of course it didn’t necessarily mean that. It was after midnight now. This guy probably wanted to get home. I had to get this out.
“November 12th, or well 13th I guess. It was around 1:30 or 2am so the 13th. My brother, his friends and I had gone out for his birthday. It wasn’t his birthday though, we had to wait until the weekend to celebrate because it fell during the week.” I was rambling. He needed details. I need to stop rambling. “Uh anyway, We were at a bar, earlier that night on the 12th, but I got kind of tired. The boys were picking on me for being a lightweight and leaving early. I left the bar at 11, got home at like 11:15. I went right to bed. I was really tired. The boys were all gonna come back to the house when they were done at the bar. I woke up to the bedroom door bursting open at like 1 am and someone yelling my name. I screamed. It was my brother's friend. Um.” I paused for a second, starting to feel uncomfortable. Did I have to describe it exactly? What did I have to say? But Walter spoke, easing the tension a bit.
“And what’s his name?” He asked me.
“His name is Justin, uh Justin Veach.” I responded. Walter nodded for me to continue as he wrote a note in his folder. He put the pen down and looked up at me again letting me know he was listening.
“Uh He said, ‘It’s okay! Don’t freak out, it's just me! We’re back, come hang out with us!’ Then he came over to my bed and kissed my face which was weird but he was an affectionate guy and well they were still drunk. I didn’t think much of it. He’d known me since I was a baby. He and my brother had been best friends since kindergarten. They were ten years older than me and he watched me grow up.” I shuttered a little thinking about it. “Um so after that he left. After telling me to come down stairs to talk with them again. And I did. We sat in the kitchen. I just sat there sleepy and confused. The boys were talking and eating drunk snacks or whatever,” I kind of chuckled a little. “It was nice. But we were talking about how it’s so funny that I’m old enough to go drink with them now. And Justin kept making these comments about remembering when I was born and that I was such a beautiful baby. It seemed so weird. But looking back. He knew. He knew what he was planning on doing…. We all said we were gonna go to bed. Blake, my brother, told Justin he could sleep on the couch or they could share his bed or whatever. But Justin was coming up the stairs with us and he said ‘I wanna cuddle’ to me, and he was still drunk and I thought he was joking so I laughed it off and said ‘yeah sure’ I let him lay in my bed. But I put myself on the inside. I thought he was just gonna lay there a minute and like it would be a joke. Blake did too. He asked if I was okay before he went to his room. Because he was still kinda drunk and ready to crash. I said. I was. But Justin didn’t just lay there. He took off his pants before he got into the bed so he was just in boxers and his shirt. And,”
I was shaking. I couldn’t do this anymore. I was gonna cry. I didn’t know this man. He was surely annoyed by me and. God he probably thought I was lying. That’s what Justin would tell him. When he confronts him. That I’m lying. Or maybe that's what I wanted. This was so stupid I shouldn’t have come here. I swallowed hard again. I looked back up at walter. I could feel the tears in my eyes.
“Take your time.” He said softly. “Is this when he hurt you?” He asked.
“I can’t,” my voice was trembling now. “I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time, I can’t do this.” I sobbed. I stood up to leave his office. Walter stood and walked to the other side of the desk gently reaching out and putting his hand on my shoulder. “There’s nothing you can do, I know that. I wasted your time detective. I’m so sorry.”
“Hold on,” Walter’s voice was low. “Sit back down, and breathe for a moment. If anything else I can’t let you walk out of here and drive home in this state.” I looked at his face. He was concerned. Worried about me. About my safety. I sat back down in the chair. I took a deep breath trying to compose myself again. But I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. “It’s okay, You’re safe in here. I’m going to do everything I can to help you Alayna.” Detective Marshall said, crouching down in front of me to meet my eyes again. I nodded. “Do you think you can keep going?” he asked. I nodded again. He stood and leaned on the edge of his desk. His proximity seemed to help keep my calm. I don’t know what was so different between him and talking with Rachel. But when he said he could help, I believed him. Maybe it was the sheer size of this man. Or the gun on his hip. Or maybe there was something in his aura or some other bullshit I didn’t understand that was protective and made me trust him. Fuck maybe I’d gone to far to turn back now and I was too emotionally exhausted not to lean on anyone who would listen. Whatever it was, I continued.
“At first I was just laying next to him. Like I was saying, I thought it was a joke. But he wrapped his arm around me to make me cuddle him.. I guess. He started rubbing my back. I froze up. I started to recognize that his hand was lingering where it shouldn’t but I couldn’t say anything. And this guy he’s .. he’s huge. I mean like 6 foot and like 400 lbs when he rolled over on to me and started touching me I felt paralyzed I couldn’t move but… I couldn’t have pushed him off if I’d tried. I just felt hopeless. That’s when everything happened.” I sniffled softly. I hiccuuped catching my breath. “It was like I was outside of myself watching it all happen…I .. I don’t know if that makes sense? But I couldn’t do anything. All I could do was lay there. I don’t remember if I said no. But,
“You didn’t consent. That’s no. This was not your fault. You’ve already tried to blame yourself. It’s a really common thing, unfortunately, that you can’t react. But that doesn’t mean that you let it happen. Or that you wanted it to happen.” Walter said softly. I nodded at the ground.
“Afterward he, he fell asleep and I showered, I had to get rid of the feeling of him. I slept on the couch, Well I tried to. The next morning he was came down and sat with all of us like nothing had happened. I had mentioned that my back had hurt the night before. And he moved closer to me and rubbed it for me. I couldn’t move. I didn’t react…again. I just. I don’t know. All I could think was, I didn’t wanna start anything. But I also couldn’t make sense of what happened. When he left I changed the sheets. I threw them away actually. My clothes were washed. But eventually I couldn’t look at them anymore. I threw them away too.”
“Why do you think it took you so long to say anything?” Walter asked me.
“I wasn’t even sure it happened. I wasn’t sure I could call it what it was. I mean he was drunk, I just… Just laid there. It took me over a week to tell my best friend. But It took almost 4 months after talking it out with her and one of my other friends for me to face it and call it what it was. But I still can’t say it.”
“And why are you here now? What made you report it?” He raised an eyebrow. I took a deep breath. This has been eating at me so long but. This month. This 2 year “anniversary.” If you could call it that. Has been terrorizing me.
“It’s all I could think about the last couple of weeks. I started having nightmares. Seeing him in my dreams. Before when I dreamt about it, I always got away. Someone always stopped him. But now. Now I’m trapped all overagain. It happened in my childhood home. In the room I grew up in. I’ve moved out since then. I live alone. He doesn’t even live in that town anymore. He lives 3 hours away from me. The chances that I’ll run into him are slim. And I don’t have any
reminders of it anymore. But Sometimes if I wake up and I’m laying next to the wall it sends me into a panic. If I see someone with a similar body type or with a similar voice it shut down. He’s over a 100 miles away. But I don’t feel safe. I’m losing my mind! I’m getting up to check the lock on the door like 10 times before I can go to sleep. What if he just walks in like he did then. He doesn’t even know where I live. But I’ve never confronted him. And he has a wife! And Kids. He did when he did this to me. I can’t get over that. She needs to know but … I don’t, I don’t know what to do! That’s why I’m here, I had another panic attack, I didn’t trust myself to drive. So I walked. ” I was in tears again. He must think I’m so weak. So stupid. What an idiotic thing to do.
“I understand, and first I want to say, I’m sorry that you went had to experience that. It’s a good you were able to tell your friends, but you were seemingly dealing with this alone for a long time. I’m sure that’s taken a toll on you. The next thing I need to ask you, is what you want to do now that you’ve told me.” I took in his words. He was right. This has been so heavy. And I’ve carried it alone for so long. But now that I’m here I never thought there would be options.
“What can we even do? It’s been so long?” I asked.
“Not too long though, if you want to press charges, and see him convited for this, that’s still on the table. If that’s what you want to do then yes, I do need you to write a witness statement. There will be a lot of other legal things that need to be done and signed. Then we can start an investigation. I know you think there isn’t anything here. But well do you trust me?” He asked. Did I? I didn’t know him. But Rachel seemed to. And he had his own office. That must mean he’s some high status detective right? And there was just something about him. Why did he feel so safe. It wasn’t the gun. It was. It was him. I did trust him.
“I do,” I spoke finally.
“I’ve put people away, on much less than what you’ve given me tonight.” He said. That felt good. To know he could lose everything. Like he made me lose my sense of security. But then my stomach dropped.
“W-would I have to see him?” I asked meekly.
“In court yes, possibly in a line up. But definitely in court. We would need your testimoney,”
“I- I don’t know if I can do that, I don’t know if I can face him.” I shook again.
“There will be officers in the court. You won’t be near him. He won’t be able to get to you.”
“Will you be there?” I asked suddenly.
“If you’d like, yes, I can be there.” He said giving me a soft smile.
“Can I think about it?” I asked meeting his eyes again.
“Of course,” He stood and walked back to the other side of his desk. “It’s been a long night emotionally for you, if you’re ready tomorrow to make a decision you can come back in the morning.” He said typing a something quickly on his computer. “If you’ll wait just a few minutes I can gladly give you a ride home. It’s far too cold for you to walk, even it’s a block away.” He offered. I nodded.
“Thank you, I appreciate that. It’s, well its actually 3 miles.” I stated biting my lip awkwardly. He let out a soft chuckle and smiled.
“Well, I surely can’t let you walk that far this late. I’ll get you home safe.” He said. He finished typing whatever it was he was doing on his computer. Then he locked the file in his desk. He stood and gestured for me to lead out of the office. He turned the light off and locked it behind him. Oh God I’d kept him after his shift.
“I’m sorry for keeping you,”
“Oh, no don’t appologize, this is common practice for me. This is honestly the earliest I’ve left in weeks.” He said as we walked back to the squadroom. He grabbed his coat from the desk chair. “Do you have everything?” He asked. I nodded.
He led us out of the station and to his truck in the parking lot. Once we were settled in, I gave him my address so he could drive me home. I watched out the window as he drove down the familiar streets. The drive was silent. The closer we got the more I got this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Back home. Back home to be alone again. I was so scared. What if he knew where I lived. I didn’t feel safe. It wasn’t long before the detective was pulling up in front of my building.
“Thank you,” I spoke breaking the silence for the first time since we’d left the police station.
“Of course,” He reached into his pocket pulling out a business card. “Take the night and decide what you’d like to do.” He said and then handed me the card. “That’s my cellphone number. If there’s anything else you need call…”
“Would you come in?” I cringed the second the words left my mouth.
“I, I can search the place, If you’d like. If it would make you more comfortable.” He offered.
“I mean, could you…” I can’t believe I was asking this, “Stay?” the word came out barely above a whisper. I sighed. I turned toward the window squeezing my eyes shut. “I’m sorry that was stupid, You probably have a wife, and a family to get home to. That was so inconsiderate. I just. I was afraid and I… I’ll just go.” I opened the door.
“You don’t feel safe, do you?” He asked. I paused and shook my head. I didn’t. I hadn’t for weeks. But I couldn’t ask this guy to give up his time for me.
“I don’t but, It’s okay. It’s just that there’s only one deadbolt lock on the door. And I don’t know sometimes that doesn’t feel like enough. And I can’t seem to get any sleep. But that’s not up to you. I have to figure this out. You’ve done so much to help me already detective.” I rambled. Walter let out a long breath.
“You’ve got a lot on your mind right now and a lot to consider.” He said. “I’m sure the lack of sleep isn’t helping at all, You could use a good nights rest.” He stated.
“But it’s not you’re responsibility and I don’t want to take you away from your family.” I said.
“I, well I live alone actually.” He bit his lip awkwardly “Why don’t you stay with me for the night? I’ve got some work to catch up on anyway. I probably won’t be getting much sleep. You wouldnt’t be putting me out.”
“Are you sure?” I asked raising an eyebrow. I’d given this poor guy enough trouble. And he was being so kind. Walter nodded. Honestly. The way I was feeling I didn’t have the energy to consider it any longer. I shut the door and walter put the truck in drive.
It was almost 2 am when we walked into his house.
“I can just sleep on the couch I, I really don’t want to be any trouble.”
“You aren’t,” He assured me. “And please, you can sleep in the bedroom, I rarely sleep there anyway. It’d be nice to know someones getting use out of it.” He smiled. I nodded and he showed me to the room and left me to get comfortable. He said he’d be down stairs likely working in his office if I needed anything. I took in the room everything seemed to be a dark navy color the comforter, the curtains the sheets. I chuckled to myself. That made sense for him.
I slipped off my shoes and slid under the covers. This should feel strange. And it did. But I was safe. And I hadn’t felt that way in a while. I let that feeling take over as I tried to fall asleep. But my mind started to wander again. What if he found out I reported it. What would happen. Or What would he do when they arrested him. What would he say about me. Would he say I wanted it. Tell them I didn’t push them away. Try to convince them that I was lying somehow? He was good at that. And he had a friend from college that was a lawyer. Surely he already had a story. Maybe he’d been prepared since it had happened. I started to shake again. I could feel my heart rate speeding up. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t hear the footsteps up the stairs. I didn’t see him come in. I didn’t even realize that I’d started to cry again until I noticed he was next to me saying my name.
“Alayna. Alayna. It’s okay. You’re okay. Take a deep breath.” He soothed.
“I can’t, I can’t… what if he tries to come after me. What if.. What if he tells them… what if tries to tell them I wanted him to…I don’t think I can do this.” I sobbed. Walter wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
“He can’t get to you. We’ll be sure of that. All that matters, is that you’ve told us the truth. As long as you have, and as long as you confirm that in court. No matter what he says or what anyone believes, it won’t matter. I want to help you. I want you to feel safe again. I think the only way we can do that. Is to put this guy away. I’m not gonna stop until we do. I won’t let him hurt you again.” He said. Pulling me closer to him.
“Do you have a sister?” I asked after a brief pause sniffling softly.
“No,” He shook his head and leaning back against the headboard letting me rest my head against his shoulder. “But I have a daughter.” He said.
“Is that why you do what you do?” I asked. He smiled. But he was quite for a moment.
“Not at first. When I was younger and I first started out, it was just something that I liked. Something I was good at. But when my exwife and I had our daughter, a lot of that changed. It became personal. To an unhealthy point honestly.” He chuckled at himself. “I guess to my own detriment.”
“Is that why you’re still working even though you clocked out hours ago? You could use some good sleep too detective.” I stated. Starting to relax.
“I haven’t slept well in ages,” He said. “Focusing on the job, oddly enough, keeps my mind off everything else. There are some horrible people in this world. I don’t have to explain that to you. I get so in my own head about how, it could be her. If I spend anymore time considering the what ifs I’d keep her locked in a tower,” He chuckled.
“I understand that. But surely, If she was raised by you, she’s a smart girl. But.. well I guess,” I sighed. “Nevermind.” Walter squeezed my shoulder softly.
“Thank you, I know what you mean.” He smiled sympathetically.
“I’m going to do it.” I said suddenly. “Press charges, I mean. You’re right. Knowing can still get to me. Knowing he’s out there. That’s what’s causing me all this stress and …I can’t keep going on like this.” I stated.
“I can take you back to the station tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” I whispered. “Walter?” I asked nervously biting my lip.
“Yeah?”
“Will you stay here? I don’t know what it is I just feel.. Safer when you’re here.” I blushed softly. Walter adjusted so that he was lying on the bed. I moved and laid my head on the pillow.
“Get some sleep darling. I’ll be right here.”
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Okay that was part one❤️ let me know how you’re feeling about this guys!
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Part 2:
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So Coach Sy really isn't a RO? I spent 10 playthroughs trying everything I could lol. It would have been incredible.
BWAHAHA oh my, we have some bold readers/players out there :p next thing we know, folks are gonna be clamoring for Valentina the tacos lady to be an RO 😜
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Omfg i just read feral collision and it was amazing. I need a series of this
Thank you! There is a part two 😇
#coach Sy#coach!sy#captain syverson#captain syverson x reader#feral collision#Henry Cavill#henry cavill x reader#captain syverson fanfiction
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CT:OS Fifth Update (16/10/2022)
To clear up the confusion as I’ve been trying to neaten my blog a little & experimenting with various update methods: yes, the fifth CT:OS update is here! 🎉 [Demo | Main post]
Released: 16 Oct 2022
Word count: ~70k words
Attend your first week of classes and training, and find out if you’ve done enough preparation not to make a fool of yourself
Win a dozen century eggs (the ”Devil’s Dozen”) by doing well at a hellish Coach-Sy special training drill.
Challenge match with Jacks or Max, depending on whether MC beats Emerson. (Yes, you can now beat both Jacks and Emerson - and make them both sad. Hooray! P.S. This decides if MC will be within the Top 6 in the singles rankings)
More dominant hand and backhand playing style customization.
A big thank you to my beta-testers, and as always - can’t wait to hear your thoughts/feedback <3 Enjoy!
#CT:OS#college tennis: origin story#interactive fiction#sports#tennis#choice of games#demo update#update#if#college#choicescript
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Hey I wanted to say how much i love your fics. Kagehina is my go to pairing and your fics have a quality maybe like what one anon said abt Ghibli. I keep longing to read something like tht, a setting that steals your heart like a book cover that intrigues you and you want to be sucked into the verse. There's the melancholy to it, then a feeling akin to reading haikyuu itself. As nostalgic, refreshing and that you achieved something in life. Your Brazil shoyo is something imprinted in my heart. It's a blessing u write for kagehina. Ik u don't ship them and some anon even implied abt how annoying kghn fans were lol still I'd love to say hah but she gets their dynamics so good or yayyy she writes for kagehina. Your recent nyc fic blew my mind away. I got chills reading the last part abt hinata like YOU GET HIM. How do you nail characters WITH setting so well?? The environment we grow up in is so important to shape our views Like nyc Brazil Japan literally you are amazing! Also do you have any hc for Kageyama in Italy👀
Also if you ever right og fiction, I'm ur number one fan. You will have so many fans with your content! Sorry for long ask sjshjjshhjjj
Take care.
Hello, anon!!! And *sobs* thank you!!!! My fics are just a drop in the incredibly immense ocean of works in the fandom, but I'm glad my stories found you and resonated with you so much. It's such a huge accomplishment ;-; ;-; ;-;
AHHHH you want me to share my headcanons of Kageyama in Italy? Well, DON'T MIND IF I DO :D
Kageyama lived with Ali Roma's assistant coach (I've always liked the name Gino, so let's go with that) for his first year in Serie A to help him integrate better. Gino's eldest son moved away to Antwerp for university so he had the spare room. A portion of Kageyama's starting salary was supposed to go to Coach Gino for his living expenses, but Gino insisted for Kageyama to use that money to buy stuff for himself instead since he brought so little when he came to Italy. In return, Kageyama helped with mowing the lawn and walking the dogs and washing the dishes. Gino had two other boys, Elio (7) and Dino (6), and they took turns harassing Kageyama into playing football with them in their backyard. Kageyama usually acquiesced if they played volleyball with him afterwards.
When he became more comfortable with the language and the people, Kageyama moved out of Gino's home during his second year, much to the family's dismay. Especially Elio and Dino---they were buzzing around Kageyama like wasps when he was straightening his luggage at the doorstep ("Are you leaving us because I kept stealing your team jackets?" Dino asked mournfully. "No," Kageyama said, totally bewildered at the children's tear-streaked faces). Little did they know that Kageyama rented an apartment so comically close to their home, just three blocks away from theirs.
One time during a match against Perugia, Kageyama had this disconcerting feeling that something was wrong with his vision. He consulted with the team's doctor, who referred him to an ophthalmologist. He found out he had a mild case of myopia (nearsightedness); it wasn't serious and he didn't need any corrective lenses, but Kageyama badgered the poor doctor with questions that the consult lasted for an hour and a half. The doctor gave him an extensive list on how to prevent it from getting worse: diet, exercise, less screentime, and loads and loads of sunshine. So now, Kageyama spent most of his free time outdoors: cycling, running, mountain climbing, reading sports monthly magazines at the park, playing pick-up games with his teammates, or walking Gino's dogs around the neighborhood. Whenever Kageyama's parents called to check on him, he was always out and about. It surprised them at first; they hadn't known their son to be the outdoor-sy type, but it did put their mind at ease. Kageyama had always been noticeably more cheerful when he's under the sun.
Beat reporters found Kageyama particularly frustrating to interview, though they weren't sure if it was a matter of his personality, his nationality, him being media-trained af by the team's comms department, or all three. Talented and an exciting player on the orange court, for sure, but outside of it he rarely had anything interesting to say. Always calm, always poised, always with the cliché responses. He was once ambushed in a family restaurant by a sports podcaster who asked for his opinion about the sudden spike in female Ali Roma fans, and Kageyama answered with a cool, "Volleyball is the greatest sport in the world. I'm glad more people are realizing that now and tuning in to our games. I'm grateful for any support the sport and our team gets, wherever it's coming from". ("Gah, he's so unaffected!" the podcaster grieved. "No girls, no scandalous rendezvous, no skeevy thoughts, no openings, nada. Zero. Zilch. Like what the hell? Is he a cyborg? It's always volleyball 100%.").
But one journalist sniffed around Kageyama's early career happenings and she managed to find something that'd generate a reaction. Compare Kageyama's stats to a certain undersized Japanese player in Brazil's Superlega, and you'd find unassailable proof that Kageyama Tobio is, indeed, human ("Yeah? And how many service aces and solo blocks does he have?" Kageyama scoffed when the reporter said his longtime rival held São Paolo's team lead in kills and total swings. "Not that many, I'm sure. Not that I watch his games anyway.").
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Sy and Soirse. Chapter 3
Summary: Sy and Soirse figure their way through their relationship, before, during and after Sy is deployed.
Disclaimer: This is the first story I have ever written and published. Capt Syverson is not my own. Soirse is, I don’t intend to offend anyone nor anyones culture with my story, if you feel that this content belongs to you or anyone else, please let me know and I will delete it.
TW: This story contains: violence, attempted SA, strong language and mature scenes, please proceed cautiously, you’d been advised. If there’s something I missed, please let me know
AN: I’m open to any suggestion and advices, I don’t know where the story is going yet, but if you want to help me write it, or better it!, please let me know!
Trigger warning for this episode; attempted SA, battery, swearing.
Chapter 3
“C’mmon baby!!! ”, Saor, tried her best to support SY, with finals, end of seasons games, university and military recruiters, to say Sy was a mess was an understatement. He didn’t know what to do. He was falling behind in class, and this particular game was lost, but they have advanced to finals all the same.
Betty was worried for his son, she knew he was not performing at his best and she had a feeling that it had to do with a certain girl that seemed to occupy all his thoughts.
She was glad for Saorsie, she could tell when a girl was a keeper from the very beginning. But it was unavoidable that life would be crashing for those two very very soon.
The game had been terrible, everyone was surprised about the results, the seats that once were filled with cheers were now in utter silence as Sy felt like all eyes were on him, he saw the other school cheering with glee, he couldn’t take it anymore, he took off his helmet and threw it off with so much force it almost broke “hey what the fuck is your problem man” Blake, one of his best buddies and teammate tried to talk to him but Sy only saw red, and brushed him off as he ran to to the lockers room.
Saoirse tried running after him, but it would take her a while to get from the seats to the locker rooms, she didn’t know what state she was going to find Sy in, she knew she had to give him some space but at the same time she wanted to know that he was alright.
Making her way down the halls she got stopped by a guy she has never seen before, seemingly from the other school “um, can I help you?” “sure you can sweetheart” he said approaching her, something in her gut telling her that this guy was not in his right mind and just when we he grabbed you by your hips and and started to force himself on her. She screamed and pushed at him with all her strength, she wa sure somebody was going to help her.
But what made the hairs behind her head stand up and she stilled in place while this guy was trying to assault her, was the sight of Sy appearing there, with so much rage that he almost didn’t seem human, he smirked with the most devilish smirk hes ever seen him on and all she could hear him mutter was “oh no you just did not”.
Sy grabbed onto the guys collar and pulled him so hard there was a smack sound as the guy’s head cracked into the ground, then he started beating him so hard, blood was coming from anywhere and Sy didn’t seem to care or stop
“SY! SY! STOP, Oh my GOD” She stopped yelling, in shock by what she was seeing, by then a whole commotion of people had entered the locker room and the coach and some of the guys pulled Sy back from the other guy who lay limply on the floor. He seemed dead. Oh my god was he dead? was all she could think.
Saorise couldn’t stop looking at Sy and the guy, as paramedics and police were called, “Logan Syverson, you're under arrest, for battery and attempted murder anything you say will be held against you” the officer said as he cuffed Say, he didn’t refuse
“NOOO” She screamed throwing herself at Sy, trying to keep them from taking him, “Ma’am, youd have to move aside” “Saoirse” you mom warned
“Its okay baby, i'll be fine” Sy now seemed to have calmed down and was seeking her face with his.
“Sy, why?” Saorise was desperate, she didn’t know what to do, but eventually Sys dad pulled her off him.
“I love you baby, remember that”.
“I love you SY!”
It was the last thing she told him before they took him away.
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Thanks for reading!
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Roshan Agni Sreedhar Bachan
Roshan Agni Sreedhar (born July 30, 1991) is a multifaceted Indian personality known for his achievements in athletics, acting, and mentorship. Born into a supportive family in India, he inherited his passion for sports from his father, Syed Aman (Bachan), and his uncle, Agni Sreedhar.
Early Life and Athletic Career: Roshan's journey into the world of sports began in his formative years, where he displayed exceptional athletic talent. He trained under the guidance of Mr. Sunil at Yuva Club, Jayanagar, laying the foundation for his future successes.
Throughout his career, Roshan's commitment to excellence was evident. Mentored by Late Mr. Anand Shetty at Bangalore Sports Club and Coach Capt. C. Muralidharan at Madras Engineering Group (MEG), he achieved remarkable milestones both nationally and internationally.
Despite facing setbacks, including a career-threatening injury at the age of twenty, Roshan's resilience propelled him forward. His dedication to fitness and unwavering determination enabled him to overcome adversity and emerge stronger.
Acting Career: In addition to his athletic pursuits, Roshan ventured into acting, showcasing his versatility on the silver screen. He gained recognition for his roles in movies such as "Head Bush," where he portrayed Kk Raja, and "Kreem," captivating audiences with his performances.
Mentorship and Philanthropy: Driven by his passion for mentoring and nurturing young talent, Roshan founded the Indian Athletic Academy in 2015. As the CEO and Founder, he is committed to shaping the future of Indian athletics by guiding aspiring athletes to realize their full potential.
Personal Life: Roshan Agni Sreedhar is married to Ajeng Emilia, and they have a daughter named Sugra.
Legacy: Roshan's remarkable journey serves as an inspiration to countless individuals, transcending the realms of sports and entertainment. His combination of talent, resilience, and leadership continues to impact the lives of many, as he remains dedicated to excellence and mentorship.
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