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fictionalsownme · 2 months

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I put In Space with Markiplier on in the background when I work on my captain x engineer long fic (I have my favorite path set to a playlist and play it on mute) and even after watching the entire thing god knows how many times, I still find myself giggling and smiling at my favorite parts when I catch them out of the corner of my eye heeh

#kenna talks #in space with markiplier #iswm #markiplier #engineer mark #literally kicking my feet like a lovesick school girl #engineer is just so bby girl #a little nerd I love him so much #especially the parts on Wug’s ship???#when the captain rushes over to check on mark #and when mark makes those little faces trying to mime if he should attack wug???#literally so cute

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cozage · 9 months

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congrats on 2k!! for the event, I was wondering for option one, with Sanji, zoro Luffy and laws reaction to their s/o covering their face with kisses, leaving lipstick marks?

Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law Total word count: 730

Lipstick Stains

Sanji

Oh you already know this man is inches within his life. Nothing gets him so weak in the knees like physical touch and affection.

He relishes in your kisses during the moment, letting you go on as long as you want. You can never give him too many kisses, really.

After the fact, any time he passes by a mirror, he stops to admire your love and your handiwork. He just stares at all the marks you left on him for a few minutes, his hands lightly passing over each one.

Some of the crewmates (Zoro and Usopp) make fun of him, but he just smirks and says “What, boys? Jealous?”

He struggles to wash it off. He’s a very clean person, but he hates to wash his face after you’ve marked it all up. You can very often find light traces of your lipstick still across his face the next day because he scrubbed so gently while bathing.

Zoro

Whenever you cover his face with kisses, Zoro…tolerates it. He doesn’t love it, but he doesn’t hate it either.

Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t look at himself in the mirror much, so he doesn’t notice the red-stained marks you had left all over his face in the process.

A few things tipped him off when he went down to dinner, though. Sanji is stifling a laugh at him, which isn’t uncommon. But Robin is also giving him a cheeky grin. Usopp and Luffy are both looking anywhere but at him, trying not to burst into laughter.

And you…your cheeks are flushed red with embarrassment. He rushes to the bathroom and looks at himself in horror. It took him a minute to realize exactly what was all over his face, and he let out a small string of curses as he grabbed a towel and desperately scrubbed at them.

He comes back to dinner, his face beet red (from embarrassment and excessive scrubbing), and sits down next to you, pretending like nothing happened.

After that, he always ALWAYS checks himself in the mirror after you come visit him.

Luffy

Luffy loves to battle with you on who can give the other person more kisses. Everything is always a game with him.

He wears your kisses around without even knowing it for a while, until Nami says something about it.

At her words, he rushes to the mirror and looks, admiring his face and all the proof of your love. He’s kind of jealous that you can mark your kisses so easily.

That’s when he gets an idea. The next time you two have a kissing war, he offers to put on lipstick as well, that way you can tell for sure who won.

And that way, you get to see proof of his love too.

The two of you parade around the ship with your faces covered in shades of red and pink, showing off your new designs and laughing the entire time.

Law

Law is not a man who enjoys physical touch. But if you’re alone…he’ll allow it. Sometimes, he might even enjoy it.

Especially if he’s in his study and you come in and curl up in his lap, softly kissing his face to try and get him to come to bed. You can be very persuasive.

“Go on to bed,” he finally says, shutting his book. “I’m going to get some water and I’ll be in a minute.”

He doesn’t pass by a mirror, or else he would’ve noticed the new addition. Instead, Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo see it as he grabs water from the kitchen.

“Love the new look, Captain!” Shachi teases, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. “You should keep it like that!”

Law reaches up to inspect his cheeks, but he can’t feel anything. He looks at Bepo, confused.

“It’s kind of…everywhere,” Bepo says, trying his best not to crack a smile.

Law quickly rushes to a mirror and finds his face covered in lip marks. He races out of the room without another word and back to you.

“Y/N,” he says, trying not to get angry. “Next time, please inform me when you’ve…redecorated.”

You giggle and pull him into bed, adding another kiss mark to his forehead. Scrubbing it all off can be a problem for tomorrow.

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alotofpockets · 4 months

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Travel day | Arsenal WFC

Pairing: Arsenal x Teen!Reader & Kyra Cooney-Cross x Best friend!Reader

Summary: A travel day with Arsenal, where you and Kyra can't seem to sit still. [requested]

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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Ever since you had joined Arsenal at seventeen, you were deemed the child of the group. All of your teammates were immensely protective over you. Leah was the most protective, she had let you move into her apartment, the captain not wanting you to stay somewhere on your own. At first the overly protectiveness was a bit annoying but once you realised that they all meant it well, you started to enjoy the way the team had taken you in as their family member.

When Kyra had joined the team a year later, you were grateful for another youngling on the team. The girl had quickly gotten the “annoying little sister” status, and it was to no surprise to the team that the two of you got along great right away.

Today was a travelling day for the team, you were heading overseas for a day of training, and a match the day after. You walk into the living room with your suitcase, kit bag, and your backpack, plopping them all down next to where Leah had put hers. “Hey kiddo, got everything packed?” You nod and sit down on the couch. “Socks, pyjamas, and a charger too?” You get up and walk towards her, handing her the checked off packing list. “I packed everything you wrote down for me.” She looks over the list, and is pleased with all the check marks she sees on the paper. “Alright then, Lia will be here shortly to pick us up. Oh, before I forget. I made you some sandwiches, you can put them in your backpack.”

You take the sandwiches from Leah, “Lee, what am I supposed to do with this many ham sandwiches? It’s like a two hour flight max.” You laugh at the girl but put them in your backpack anyways. “You can share with Kyra, as I am guessing that the two of you will use up enough energy to need those later.”

A couple minutes later, Lia arrives to pick the both of you up. “Hey kid, ready for today?” Lia asks as she gives you a quick hug. “Yeah, I’m excited.” With your luggage in the car, Lia drives the three of you to Colney where the team would meet up to head to the airport together.

When you arrive at the airport, and have checked in your baggage and gone through costumes, you arrive at the gate. You drop your backpack to the floor where Leah sits down, and rush off to find Kyra again. When the girl notices you, she dropped her own bag next to Katie, and started running away from you. You sprint after her, chasing her around the gate.

The team watches the two of you run around amused, wincing when you’d nearly miss other airport goers. “Should we stop them?” Katie says to Leah, when you finally manage to catch up to Kyra, and tackle her to the ground. “I say let them tire themselves out, so we have a peaceful flight.” She said the last part as a joke, but seeing the amount of energy the two of you had at the moment, it was best to let some of it out now.

They let you run around, and go back to their own conversations. Occasionally someone films the two of you, many of the clips either ending up on their Instagram stories or on their Tiktok’s. You had no clue about any of it though, as you were having the time of your life running with Kyra.

You were grateful for the sandwiches that Leah made for you, when your stomach started growling. Grabbing both yours and Kyra’s backpack, you head back to her. She was sitting by the window, watching the planes move around in the distance. Like Leah had suggested, you shared the sandwiches with Kyra, getting through quite a few of them until Kyra pulled a ball from her backpack, with a sly smile on her face.

The two of you start kicking the ball back and forth for a bit, before you start to do keep ups together, trying to not let the ball hit the ground. That’s when Katie steps in, and grabs the ball from midair, “Where did you even get a ball?” The older woman asks. “From Kyra’s backpack.” You say in defence, raising your hands up in surrender. Kyra rolls her eyes at how quickly you threw her under the bus, but she would’ve done the same thing if it would have been Leah that stepped in. Katie takes the ball with her, as she sits back down next to Caitlin. “Kids.” She shakes her head, but looks in your direction with a smile.

Once the plane had taken off, it didn’t take long for both you and Kyra to fall asleep.

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Only to be full of energy again as the both of you woke up when the plane landed. You were bouncing your legs up and down, waiting to be able to get off the plane. There was no time for you to let out your energy now, as you went straight to baggage claim and onto the bus that was waiting to get you to the stadium you would be playing in a couple of days.

However, the moment that you set foot onto the field, you were back to running around on the field with Kyra in tow. Occasionally either one of you would be taken aside to take a picture with some of your teammates, but you always found each other again.

Once Kyra was taken aside by Alessia for a picture, you ran over to Leah. The girl welcomed you with open arms, “Hi kiddo, having fun so far?” You step into her arms, and hug her tight. “Yes, I can’t wait to play here.” You stay in her arms with your head leaned against her chest.

Kyra walked back up to you with a ball in hand. You look up to Leah, “Yeah, go on. Have fun.” And with that you made your way onto the field with Kyra, finishing the game of keep ups that was interrupted in the airport.

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loveysloveclub · 5 months

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everything has changed - mark estapa

in which, mark has had a crush on tatum prescott for as long as he could remember. but she had never noticed him, not until that fateful day.

sophomore year

mark could not remember a time where he wasn't infatuated with tatum prescott. she was pretty and kind to everyone. she was captain of the volleyball team at his high school, so it was no surprise when she got into michigan to play volleyball for their woman's team.

mark was sure that this meant something, that the universe had aligned them to go to the same college because something was bound to happen between the two teenagers.

but come sophomore year and he was still pining over a girl that had never even looked his way. this was partly his fault, because it didn't matter how much ethan bugged him or how many times dylan pretended to laugh really loudly when walking behind the girl, mark never grew the courage to say a single word to the girl.

he had hoped being on the hockey team would gain him some attention, but even when he saw her in the stands during a game, her eyes were everywhere else but on him.

all that changed one fateful day, however. mark was about to leave the rink after practice when he was called into his coach's office. his eyes widened and his heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of tatum sitting across from his coach.

"estapa, this is tatum, she's our new social media marketer. i need you to give her a tour of the rink, show her where everything is." coach had explained as he rushed around his office grabbing pieces of paper before all but running out the room.

tatum stood from her seat, and mark could not keep his eyes off her. it was almost embarrassing and he could only hope that he wasn't creeping her out.

"mark, right?" she asked the boy as she approached him. mark nodded his head, confused to how she knew who he was. sure, he was on the hockey team she now worked for, but that didn't mean anything. "we went to the same high school." she smiled in remembrance.

"you remember me?"

"please," tatum scoffed jokingly, "i never forget a pretty face, estapa. now come on, you owe me a tour." and with that, the shorter girl looped her arm around mark's and dragged him out of the room.

junior year

tatum was running seriously late.

she had woken up too late, without realising her mistake, and had taken extra time getting ready for the hockey game that was tonight. it was against ohio, and she knew how the boys hated the wretched team. so her being late was definitely not easing their nerves.

over her passed year of working with the team, she had grown a special bond with all of them. she was good at calming them down when they were anxious by simply being there and yapping about random things.

so, when she arrived to the arena, it was a bit of a mess.

ethan and dylan were arguing over whose tape job was going to perform better during the game. rutger was hopping around on one skate as he searched for his other one. tyler was pulling at luca's hair as the eldest fantilli brother swatted his hands away angrily. nick had his head in his hands as chaos resumed around him. and mark was checking his phone frantically every three seconds.

"holy shit show." tatum exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"where have you been?" nick exclaimed as he jumped to his feet. "look what you've caused." rutger exclaimed as well, almost falling on his face.

tatum rolled her eyes before ushering all of the boys out of the room for warm ups, handing rutger his other skate as he left. mark was the last one to leave, a small childish smile on his face as he approached the girl.

tatum smiled up at the boy, placing a small kiss on his lips as a good luck. "you're gonna do great."

mark smiled widely before leaving his girlfriend in the changing rooms. tatum watched the boy go, the same boy that she fell in love with her sophomore year of high school but was always too nervous to approach.

#umich hockey #ethan edwards #umich #mark estapa #dylan duke #luca fantilli #rutger mcgroarty #umich wolverines #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa imagine #nhl

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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alpha! steve rogers is in heat and he wants his omega shield nurse, readee to take care of it

thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy it. It was fun to write.

summary - steve starts his rut and asks for help.

warning - smut, filthy smut, maybe some fluff? alpha and omega terms.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

‘Fuck’, Steve groans as he feels his rut coming on. His skin is heating up, sweat rolling down his forehead, cock straining against his boxers. “F.R.I.D.A.Y”, Steve pants out, “Yes, Captain Rogers? Shall I call for someone? Your vitals are spiking extremely high.” Steve closes his eyes for a second, “no, just lock my room down, I’m starting my rut, and I want to be alone.” He groans loudly, not hearing anything back. Steve rolls over and closes his eyes, trying to get some sleep.

But he can’t because all Steve can think about is the newest addition to SHIELD, the cutest little Omega he’s ever seen, Steve met her when he went down after a mission to get his daily check, and there she was. His Omega was a new nurse there, he’s never made a move, but it doesn’t stop him from fawning over her.

Steve’s head is filled with images of Y/n. First, it’s her face, what she’d look like when he’s splitting her in half with his cock, and how her lips would look wrapped around it. Steve groans when he thinks of how innocent she’d look, looking up at him, then he starts to imagine her wearing a cute nurse costume, too short to be appropriate for work, but Steve would bend her over his lap and spank her for teasing him. Before ripping off the soaked knickers, she’d have on and shoving his massive cock inside of her tiny hole.

His cock twitches when he thinks of knotting her, breeding her. How she’d look carrying his pups, “FUCK” his hand slips down, and he wraps it around himself, squeezing before using his pre-cum as lube and slowly stroking himself. He pictures you on top of him, the little gasps and moans leaving your mouth as he slips inside you, grabbing your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock.

He’s close. Steve can feel that he’s about to explode. Stroking up and down faster, squeezing every now and then, he roars before cum shoots out of the tip. Panting, he lays there, but then the heat starts again. Steve can feel his cock standing tall. His nostrils flare, and his cock twitches. Your scent fills his being. The smell comes closer, causing his mind to become fuzzy.

There’s a knock at the door, “Captian Rogers? F.R.I.D.A.Y informed me that you needed me?” His eyes grow wide, ‘fuck, I must have said her name at some point for F.R.I.D.A.Y to call her, shit….’ “Captain? I can go and grab someone if you need help?” He can hear some disappointment in your voice when you mention getting someone else.

He quickly cleans up before putting a blanket on himself, “F.R.I.D.A.Y, please let miss l/n in.” His heart starts beating faster when the door opens, and you walk in, dressed in an innocent-looking white dress. The image burns into his mind. Innocent eyes stare at him. Your scent drives him insane, and he can feel the Alpha inside of him, wanting to be let out and destroy the cute little Omega, wanting to mark her, breed her.

“Oh my god, Captain Rogers, are you okay?” Y/n rushes over and feels his forehead, “you’re so hot, I mean…. Not in that way… not that you aren’t, but I meant….” Steve cuts her off with a pained chuckle, “It’s okay. I know what you meant. It’s just my rut, hun. I hate to admit it, but I need help this time….” He fakes sad, “oh… I can go and get someone.” She starts to back up, but he grabs her, “no… no one else, can you please help?” He pleads, giving her his puppy dog eyes.

“Uhm… okay, how can I help?” She bites her lip, looking at him with wide eyes. Steve grabs the blanket and flips it off. His massive cock stands proudly, the tip leaking. It twitches at the gasp you let out. “I just need the pain to go away, Omega. You will help me, won’t you?” He uses his Alpha voice as he speaks.

“Y-yes, Capta-...” Steve cuts her off, “Alpha.” She stares with wide eyes, “w-what?” He strokes her cheek, “you will address me as Alpha.” He raises a brow.

“Y-yes, A-alpha, I’ll try my best to help.” Steve smiles at her obedience, “good, Omega.” The Omega inside her is happy, that Alpha is satisfied with us, causing slick to gather between our thighs. Steve catches the scent of it and growls. Something snaps inside of him, and all rational thoughts fly out of the window. His plan of getting her to come to him slowly and not scaring her so early on goes.

Grabbing her, he flips so that she’s underneath him, nose burying into her neck as Steve scents her. His pupils are blown wide with lust. Cock brushes against her thighs, so close to where they both want it. “You're going to help your Alpha, aren’t you, baby girl?” Eyes still wide and slightly panicked at how fast everything is happening, he squeezes your hip. Nodding, “yes, Alpha.”

“Good girl, just relax, baby. I’ll make you feel good.” He kisses her neck, causing tingles to run through Y/n’s body, heading straight to her core. The Omega inside of her whines, begging her to let the giant Alpha mark her and breed her. Steve lifts the dress above her hips, running a hand up her thigh and close to her soaked knickers.

He yanks the top of her dress down, freeing her breasts. His lips wrap around her nipples, sucking, licking and biting. Causing mewls to leave her, the hand on her thigh was now rubbing her through her knickers. Rubbing her swollen clit, Steve growls. “I want to taste you, little Omega, but I can’t wait to be inside of you…. I’ll taste you after, " he mumbles the last part to himself.

Ripping the underwear off of you, he rubs you, slowly sliding a finger in and then another until there are four inside, stretching you out for his cock. He slowly thrusts them in and out before curling them upwards and watching your back arch with hooded eyes. Taking his fingers out, Steve brings them up to his mouth and sucks your juices off of them, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the taste.

“Fuck… I think I’m in heaven. You taste divine, my little Omega, and when I mark you, I’ll have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And you won’t be able to stop me.” He growls while lining his cock up to her entrance. Steve looks down at the Omega underneath him. Eyes completely dazed, a fucked out look on her face, pouty lips all swollen from her biting them at times, he leans down and kisses her, sharing the taste of her juices.

As he kisses her, he slips inside. Steve grunts at the resistance he’s met with. Y/n’s eyes roll back into her head, the stretch sending pain and pleasure through her whole body. Her nails dig into Steve’s arms, gasps escaping her as he continues to push through. Once he bottoms out, Steve takes a second. Letting her adjust and trying not to cum from her warm walls wrapped tightly around his thick cock.

He opens his eyes and finds her staring at him. They both stare into each other's eyes before he pulls out, only to push back in, he starts to set a rhythm, going slow at first to gauge her reaction, and when he sees it’s good, Steve grabs onto the headboard before thrusting deep and fast into her tight cunt.

“Fuck! Fuck! You feel so good, little Omega. I’m not– fuck letting you go after this. You’re mine!” He growls, slamming into her. Finding her sweet spot and abusing it with his cock. Steve reaches his other hand down and starts to rub her clit, feeling her tighten around him, causing him to let out a deep moan. “You going to cum, baby? Go on, cum for your Alpha…. CUM!” As the words leave his mouth, her walls tighten around him, both trying to suck him in deeper or push him out as her walls spasm around his cock.

Steve feels her cum around him, squirting all over his cock and lower half. He flips them around, cock still deep inside her as she tries to come back down. He grips her hips tightly, slamming her down onto him, thrusting up roughly, letting the beast inside of him free. She reaches down and tries to grasp onto his shoulders for balance, one hand still on her hip. Steve grabs the back of her neck and pulls her down, attacking her lips with his.

Steve wraps an arm around her waist and pounds into her sweet cunt. His lips trail down to her neck, biting down on her mating gland. Breaking skin, her sweet blood enters his mouth, screams and moans leave her lips, chanting “Alpha”, her brain fucked out from how good his cock feels inside her.

Steve grips her hips with both hands, pushing y/n back onto his cock as he thrusts up. Y/n’s back arches, and she screams. Pussy spasming around his cock wildly, the feeling of her walls pulsing aggressively around him makes him cum deep inside her. Her small hole overflows with his seed, setting off another orgasm. “I can’t wait till you’re pregnant with my pups, and if you don’t get pregnant instantly, I’ll just keep filling you until you do,” Steve growls, still thrusting into her.

Hooded eyes look down at him, “Fill me with your pups, please, Alpha. Breed me.” She whines. Steve grins widely at his little Omega, “don’t worry, baby girl, we have all night.”

And he wasn’t lying. All night and even through to the morning, he managed to eat her out, fuck her in many different positions, filling her to the brim each time, finger her and make her choke on his cock many times.

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writingxfootballl · 1 year

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don’t wait for some day (kiss her you fool) (leah williamson x reader)

Why is there so much mistletoe everywhere?

Word count: 1105 ish

Ratings: H for happy holidays!

Title: kiss her you fool by kids that fly

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As soon as you walk into training you groan.

“Seriously guys? Get a room or something.”

Beth pulls away from Viv to shoot you a glare.

“There was a mistletoe. What else were we supposed to do?”

You follow her finger up towards the ceiling and roll your eyes.

“Very funny guys, but you know I’m going to have to take that down.”

Beth pouts at you.

“You’re no fun.”

You roll your eyes.

“Yeah yeah I’m the Grinch I get it. But no training is going to get done if everyone keeps making out everywhere.”

Viv butts in.

“You’re just saying that because you’re single.”

You scoff.

“Me being single has nothing to do with this.”

Beth smirks.

“Orrrr it’s because she’s upset over a certain blonde-“

You cut her off by walking away and throwing up your arms.

“Okay- Enough! I’m going to go get the ladder.”

The two forwards share a look that you miss.

“Order more mistletoe?”

“Already on it.”

As you’re walking to the locker room the next day, you run into Leah in the doorway.

Your heart races a little at the meeting but you stifle it down like you’ve done for the past years, instead giving her a smile and saying:

“Team meeting in five.”

Leah nods towards the field.

“Already on my way there captain.”

You’re pretty sure Leah can see the way your face flushes at that. You clear your throat and say:

“I’ll see you there.”

Leah nods and heads out, leaving you swallowing drying after her.

You remember when you first met, years ago back when you both played for different youth teams.

Your first meeting was in a friendly between Arsenal and Manchester City that quickly turned physical, and you had scars on your legs to prove it.

The up and coming midfielder at the time was tackling you poorly, leaving you wincing in constantly on the ground, and drawing a lot of fouls.

One particularly poor tackle left you crying in pain beneath her, a cleat mark showing on your left thigh.

Even then, you didn’t meet—officially.

It was after the game that you did.

While you made your way to the locker room, you were almost knocked over by a flash of red.

Leah looked so distraught that you had to ask her if she was okay.

But she didn’t even hear you, considering the midfielder was sputtering so many apologies as she rushed to check on your leg.

After a long while of reassurance that you were in fact fine, Leah, with a flushed face, finally introduced herself to you.

You shook her hand and gulped.

You were smitten from the start.

Eventually, you would go on to join Arsenal on loan, where you’d meet again.

The very first day you caught the eyes of the now defender, who immediately sauntered over to introduce herself.

You, being completely forgetful, didn’t recognize her, until her hand was in yours.

That handshake brought you back five years, to that one game on the field.

The once awkward teen was now stunning and radiant, and you honestly felt like the breath got knocked out of you.

“Nice to see you again, Y/N.”

“Likewise, Leah.”

Safe to say, you stuck with Arsenal after that year.

As you and Leah got closer over the years both on and off the field, your feelings for her grew and grew.

You stole glances at her whenever you could, not very subtly, considering that everyone else on the team could tell.

Beth had bet the rest of the team that you’d get together by the end of Christmas, and she was adamant on winning.

If nothing else could bring you together, maybe mistletoe would.

You shook your head as you made it onto the field.

“Alright. Who did this?”

You were met with snickers by the team, all of which had seen the green plant hanging from the goalpost.

You shake your head even more.

“No more mistletoe at training. Got it?”

A quiet agreeing murmur broke out, but you could see the mischievous smile on Beth’s face, and you knew you were in for it.

And you were right.

Day after day, more and more mistletoe popped up around the stadium.

They were like hydra heads, for every one you took down, two more seemed to show up in its place.

Eventually, you gave up.

By this point the locker room ceiling was filled with the plant, and you had to knock before going in to avoid seeing your teammates going at it.

So far, you had the luck of not standing under it with anyone. You really didn’t want to have that conversation with anyone.

But eventually, your luck would run out.

Or not, depending on how you looked at it.

As you were making your way to Jonas’s office one day, you passed by Leah.

The defender caught your arm, making you abruptly stop, and your heart caught in your throat when you saw what she was pointing to.

Right above your head, where the two of you stood, in all its glory, was another mistletoe.

You gulped and your heart was pounding.

Leah was looking at you expectantly and that made you even more nervous.

You started rambling.

“I mean it’s just a stupid tradition. I’m sure nothing would happen if we, I mean unless you want- I mean we don’t have to-“

Leah’s soft “shut up” made you close your mouth.

“For a captain you sure are dense aren’t you?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in puzzlement.

“What?”

Leah chuckles and just grabs your face.

“Kiss me already.”

You don’t wait for another second before leaning in.

It’s only when air becomes an issue that you pull away, your cheeks flushing as you do so.

Leah’s soft smile makes it all worth it.

“I’ve been flirting with you since you joined Arsenal you know.”

Your look of surprise makes her laugh.

“I didn’t know how else to get you to respond so…”

It’s your turn to laugh this time.

“So you put mistletoe everywhere just so you could kiss me?”

Leah says a little embarrassed:

“I mean Beth and Viv helped a little too.”

Your smile is blinding.

“Go on a date with me then?”

Leah nods before kissing you again.

“Of course.”

And just before your lips meet, your eyes trail up to the ceiling back to the plant that started it all.

You wouldn’t mind leaving this one up after all.

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cozzzynook · 18 days

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Rodimus not knowing he's sparked until he goes into labor and freaking out.

He didn’t have a clue he was sparked and its pure chaos.

Rodimus would be sitting on the bridge shifting uncomfortably in his chair until his shift was over.

Plagued with spark pains, tank bloating, spinal strut pain, stuttering vents and a sense of dread from the time he wakes that morning until his shift is over and he’s asking Megs to carry him back to his hab so he can rest.

That alone is enough to worry his co captain who takes him to his hab and waits until he’s back on the bridge to call Ratchet and Drift to inform them they should check on Rodimus.

Of course with Rodimus having spark issues they take it serious and try to leave earlier than usual but things pop up, emergencies happen and it’s not until they finish their shift are they able to rush and see if Rodimus is okay.

Do they walk into their hab to see Rodimus gripping the sheets on his knees while the other holds his tanks.

A thick puddle of energon and emergence fluids coating the floor and his lower half.

Modesty panels wide open to reveal an angry pulsing valve thats steadily leaking energon and fluid as his hips struggle with the painful pressure pressed against his insides thats wiggling and stuck.

Rodimus has scratch marks on his tanka from how tight he’s gripping himself and he knows by now whats happening.

They stand in shock as they hear Rodimus give out a loud and painful cry as he bears down and tries to push but the sparkling won’t budge and his spark starts to flicker.

They rush inside at the sight of Rodimus gushing out energon, he’s internally bleeding and its making its way out of his stretched forge canal. Ratchet knows immediately that this is bad and Drift is terrified because Rodimus is radiating pain so badly its effecting himself and Ratchet.

Ratchet can’t move Rodimus in this state but he can have Drift try to comfort Rodimus who is apologizing because he didn’t know and Drift is steadily telling him its okay.

Ratchet reaches inside to feel if he can take the sparkling out himself because Rodimus spark can’t handle all this turmoil and its making him worried.

So when he reaches inside and feels what he knows is a spoiler and some etchings on the protoform that belong to himself and Drift he knows why the sparkling is stuck.

Its not big, but it is tearing and cutting Rodimus from the inside while having wiggled itself into a literal jam.

“Alright kid, when I say relax your frame as much as you can you do it. I’m gonna pull them out and when I do, Drift you catch Rodimus and run like hell to the medbay. I’ll be right behind you.”

“You’re gonna be fine Rodimus, i promise.”

That didn’t stop Rodimus from crying harder because he knew Ratchet was scared and when Ratchet was scared, things were really really bad.

Still. He nodded.

drift held him and after a painful pulse, Rodimus relaxed the best he could feeling his optics dim and his spark flicker as his forge widened and Ratchet quickly pulled their sparkling free after a few moments.

He screamed so hard and loud his audials crashed and his spark jolted.

Drift caught him and ran him to the medbay with Ratchet right behind him as promised and was brought to the medbay with First Aid at the door waiting.

He only caught a glimpse of the wiggling, crying sparkling Ratchet was tenderly cradling.

Everything was numb and painful all at once and felt the world go dark as he watched his sparkling cry out to him.

When he woke, his chronometer stated he’d been asleep for two days.

Ratchet and Drift were cooing at their sparkling and he was on a heavy numbing agent that he was thankful for.

“Let me hold them.”

Of course they jumped at his voice before Ratchet gave their sparkling to Drift and he started checking him over.

Ratchet was not allowing him off berth rest for at least a month and while he was annoyed by it he understood.

His spark was still recovering from the trauma of emergence much like his tanks and frame were. The pain was still felt through the numbing agents but that all became a blur the moment he held their sparkling.

They nuzzled their helm against him, gripping tight with chubby little digits and he didn’t even realize he was crying until Drift wiped his tears away.

“A femme Roddi! We have a little femme!”

Drift was so excited, he was kissing his face plates all over while cooing at their little one while Ratchet was holding her other servo and nuzzling her helm, crying to himself.

“she was really inside me all this time? Oh my gosh,” he cried, “i didn’t..i didn’t know..fr-Ratch?! Is she alright?! I drank with her! I-fra- what if-”

“She’s fine kid,” his smile was genuine and open, “she’s as healthy as can be. Small. But healthy.”

His spark rhythm returned to normal and he relaxed.

He gazed down at her and asked, “whats her name?”

“We thought we should wait for you to online before naming her.”

“Really? I..i’m not good with names,” Rodimus laughed, “maybe you two name her and if I like it too, its a deal?”

It was agreed and after a couple suggestions they settled on a name.

“I like it,” Roddy whispered kissing her helm making her smile.

Rodimus giggled as their sparkling opened yellow optics that looked exactly like Drifts once did. Her spoiler a deep red that was richer than his own. She looked beautiful and the moment the name came from Drift and Ratchets lips together he knew that was it. That was the one.

“We’re so happy to meet you little one. Welcome to the galaxy,” he cried so hard from happiness that he almost couldn’t say it, “Carmine.”

#dratchrod #rodimus prime #rodimus #driftrod #dratchet #ratchrod #ratchet #drift #deadlock #sparklings #mech preg #mechpreg #valve #birth

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biganncookie19 · 2 years

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a cold day off pt1

König x reader

könig x reader

summary: new guy shows up to the base and warms up reader dring his stay. one thing lead to a another.

a/n: this is my first fanfic so not sure how good its. hope you injoy this big guy like a do, i may do a part 2

warnings: slow burn, fluff, agissty, i dont know am doing

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the last couple of days have been quite in the med bay, mostly being marked up to task force 141 being grounded for the next 2 weeks. Something about the last mission was a buss and ended up with soap having a gunshot to the leg and Gaz’s arm with some burns. most of the day I’ve spend reorganizing the office and taking count of stock, taking note that am low on disinfect, ointment and rapping gaze. Deciding to find the captain and ask about when the next supply drop, making my way thought the cold building. “Who idea was to pick the middle of England during the fucking winter for a dame base” I mumble to myself. Not even with baggy cargo pants and hoodie I can still feel the cold nipping at my fingers.

Turing in to the makeshift dining room to Find Captain price with ghost and Gaz looking over the table that was covered in folders and lose papers talking about the next steps for the mission. “captain I got a question for ya” saying while walking over to the table, “whatcha need doc” he grumbled his eyes never leaving the paper in his hand. “ I wanted to know when the next supply drop was going to come in, the med bays running low on materials”. Gaz passing me a paper while saying “it going to be coming in sooner by tonight, do you want one of us to help you load up the truck ?”.Captain Price picks his head up to say “that won't be needed, i called for more arms support The new guy should be coming on the plane. You don't mind picking him do you y/n?’.

“As long as he helps load up the trunk than ya i don’t mind, less time in the cold for me” shrugging my shoulders putting the paper back on the table.

“Also how’s soap doing haven't seen him around base”

Ghost replies first “he been in bed all day, came down with a small cold”

“ ah, tell him to get his butt out of bed and to see me in the med bay when I get back to check over him,” saying while walking over to the coffee pot to pour myself a cup for the night. “ Who's the new guy anyway?”.

Captain Price leans back in his chair to say “he is an insertion specialist with a private military company apparently he is more on the shy side, so try not to scare him off’ y/n”. Finishing Stirring sweetener into my cup “was hoping for another lady but he shall do” taking a sip out of the cup, also hoping there is some milk on the plane.

It is around 7am when I got to the airport and had to wait in the truck until it was safe to park the truck close to the plane to load it up. Rubbing my hands together to warm them up I really should have bought another jacket, so I don’t freeze my ass off even with the heater all the way up it only helps a little. Seeing one of the runway men give all clear to go in, staring up the car to back it up. Whence lined up to the plane putting the truck in park and jumping out of the truck to see the new guy and the supplies. One the pilots comes up to me with a click board in hand “this is for you to sign also the new guy should be out in a little bit” signing the paper and handing it back to him. “There no rush, let start loading the truck I am pretty sure no one wants to be out here longer than they need to”. Walking over to the back of the truck to drop the tailgate and help load, turning around to only to see a massive man walk down the ramp. He's wearing some kind of hood covering all of his face, kind of like ghost but only taller and skinnier. I hold my hand out for him to shake “ the name’s y/n am the medic for the team you can put your bag in the front of the truck and can you give me a hand moving the boxes?” He takes my hand engulfing it with his, giving it a small shake nodding his head but never meeting my eyes.

After putting his bag in the truck, he starts helping me move the boxes picking them up like it’s nothing and without losing breath. To say it didn't make me blush a little bit would be an understatement, but what really caught my eye was his surprisingly small waist! The members of 141 are more on the big side having to be well built with muscle and some fat, and I thought ghost had the small waist. Leaning back after the both of us finish with the boxes, now that i can get a better look at the new guy he’s very tall for sure maybe around 6’10 but kind of looks goofy with the big puffy jacket.

“ I take it you're not used to the cold?” I say trying to at least make the car ride back not awkward.

“ n-n-no ma'am I don't take well to this k-kind of weather” he spurs out

“Same here, let’s get going. I have the heater on inside” quickly turning around to get inside the trunk. Oh god. His voice is not at all what I expected, hitting right in the soft spot with his dorkie high voice. Come on y/n, you can handle this there is no reason a man with a dorkie voice, tall and strong should be leaving you blushing like a high school girl. Just drive back to base and you’ll be fine. Ones’ were both in the truck I rub my hands together trying to warm them up before driving, I can feel someone’s eyes burning into the side of my head. “ so mm i don't think i got your name?” turning to catch his eyes.

“i-it’s König ma’am” even with the mask i can see that he has soft doe eyes that are covered in some kind of black eyeshadow. Taking a quick glance down to his hands, he is playing with his slender fingers.

“Yeah, there no need for formalities am just the doctor” i try to wave off seeing if that would make him any less nervous

“O-oh i'm-sorry” his voice cracks a bit and his eyes snap to his fingers and sinking back into the seat, it looks like he's trying to make himself smaller. Dag it y/n now he looks like a sad jellyfish.

The drive back to base was awkward but manageable. Turning off the truck and opening the door had the cold hitting right in my face like a wall. “Come on let's get inside before it gets colder” jumping off the truck and closing the door.

“B-but what about the supplies?’’ König asked

“We can get them tomorrow, come on big guy” I say while waving my hand to follow me inside. Basically, jogging to escape the harsh outdoors. Following me close behind with his bag in hand. Opening the door to get in, I guess I forgot to say watch your head cuz i heard a thunk behind me. quickly turning around to see König holding his head down grumbling in pain, without thinking my hands instantly went to check his head. “are you ok, am sorry i should have given you a heads up” Rambling out

“N-n-no no no I should have been looking” he said looking up, realizing that I have his face in my hands and atop of his. Pulling my hands back, shoving them into my pockets, I spilled out “ w-we should go get you to the team” turning around to speed walk to the makeshift kitchen. At this point I’m pretty sure my face is all red, I just want to go hide in my office. Getting to the room I see captain price, ghost and gaz all still at the table, “sup, I got the new guy” i moved to the side to give König space to see the others. Captain Price was the first to get up to greet König “welcome to the team König, with your skills I am sure we can pull through the mission” he gave a smile to König. König hands caught my eye again , his free hand fingers were rubbing together hard.

As the team started talking i Slipped out of the room, skedaddle back to my room since it’s closer. Closing the door behind me and leading on it, he’s only been here less than 3 hours and he’s already got me all flustered. Thinking back to when I had my hand on top of his, his hands were rough and warm. I wonder what his hands would feel like ar- .no no no put yourself together y/n he’s here to do his job not rail some chick he just met, his probably stressed out and nervous. Mumbling to myself, I’ve been stationed out here for a long time i haven't had any intimacy with another person i guess i just jump on whatever chance there is now.

Its whatever now, its late and i would like to sleep this off and get stuff done tomorrow. Looking around my room seeing clothes all over the floor and on the spare bed, i was lucky to score a room to myself. I wouldn't mind sharing a room with one of the guys but i like knowing my eyeshadow hasn’t been raided by ghost and the room doesn't smell. Changing out of my cargo pants into some short shorts, cuz for the life of me i cant sleep in any kind of pants. Taking off the hoodie to only leave the light long-sleeve. walking over to my bed ready to throw myself into my mess of blankets

A knock at the door catches my attention, opening the door i see gaz. “ yo price wants to see if its ok to have König in your room tonight?.i would have him in my room i would like if König doesnt get sick by soap”. “Auh yeah am fine with that just need to clean” i spill out, god my heart is racing right now why would i say yes. “Don't trip on your clothes” gaz said laughing as he walked away

Panicking i shove some of the clothes under my bed, picking up the rest and shoving it into my drawers. Rushing to clear off the spare bed and cleaning it off. A another knock on the door, dag it dag it “ give me a minute” i shout out. I rush over to my desk to spray myself with a body spray,just in case.

Rushing over to open the door for König, seeing him stan there so unsure of himself makes my heart pater a little bit. “ sorry for the wait i had to clean up a bit, so sorry for the mess” i breathed out moving to the side for him to come in. he walks in and stands next to the spare bed putting his bag down “ a-a-are you sure yo-your ok with me being here?” i waved him off. “ its fine König am use to men being around, plus you also need your sleep”

I move over my bed to mess with it and clear it off to sleep, i can hear König move around a bit than the bed creaking under his weight. As i was done messing with the bed i move on to my desk to organize it since am no where close to sleepy. As am walking over to the desk i see König siting on the bed taking off parts of his gear but not his mask. I turn to him asking “ if you don't mind me asking König do you take off your mask or your like ghost who sleeps in it?” hes leaning on hes knees one of which is jumping, not looking at me

“ i p-pefer to k-keep it on”

“Ah gotcha, i don't mind it” he glazes up for a sec but not to my face, i blush a bit moving to my desk to do something. Before i walked away i took note on how hes wearing a tight long sleeve shirt that hangs to his frame. He dose look good tho

After like 6 mins at being at my desk i get up to leave the room to give König some space, but as i was going to walk pass him he gets up right as am front of him. It feels likes like running in to a tree almost knocking me over. But before i could fall over i feel König slender hands land on my hips keeping me in place

“ a-a-am so sorry y-y/n i wasn't -l-looking, are you alright??” he sounded panicked

Every part of me is red and hot at this point, realizing his hands are still on my hips. I push my self off “ i-it fine König it fine am just going to the bathroom” i say with my hands up leaving the room. Rushing to the bathroom I get in closing the door. Leaning over the sink “ get a hold of yourself y/n you cant fold this easily “I mumbled out. Looking down at my leg’s which are barely even covered, I move my hands to where König had his placed. I can still feel his warmth and the pressure i smiled a bit. Oh god he must feel horribly i cant imagine how bad his anxiety is right now.

I calm myself down taking deep breaths and splashing my face with some icy water. I walk back to my room and open the door, soon as i go in König stans up and he starts talking fast fumbling over his words. No doubt hes also flustered trying to apologize for bumping into me. I wave my hands “it fine really it was a accident your fine” i say trying to calm him down.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes König”

“O-ok” he says siting back down on the bed, oh this man is too cute

“Oh! I almost forgot to give you a pillow and blanket” i turn around to grab some form my bed

“ oh y-y/n you d-don't have to, you al-already done so must for me” he tries to protest

“Nonesec König you said so yourself you don't do well in the cold” i bend over to pick up the bedding to give to him. As soon i turned around König head snap to the floor, pretty sure he was looking at my ass. cheeky man. I handed him my spare pillow and blanket “do you want another pillow?”

Still not meeting my eyes he spits out “your t-too kind this is f-fine thank you”

I gave him a nod i turned around to go to bed, as i climbed in i looked at König one last time. Now in the light I can see that there two faded red line’s coming down from König eyes holes. “König If you don’t mind can you turn off the light when you’re done, please. He’s head come up “yes well do”

I turned around and laid my head on my pillow.

Let’s hope tomorrow is a lot better

#call of duty #cod mw 2022 #slow burn #x reader #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #cod mwii #fluff #cod imagine #könig x reader #köing #könig mw2 #König imageine

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flurrys-creativity · 2 years

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Touchdown

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Hybrid AU, College AU, Angst, Fluff, SMUT, enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: dangerous actions as in climbing over fences and bleachers and running on handrails, probably some cursing or at least mentions of cursing, nudity, SMUT -> unprotective sex, slight nipple play, biting/marking, fingering, slight pussy slapping, penetrative sex, shower sex, jealousy sex, cockwarming, public, oral (m and f receiving), one kiss, also a sport accident, mentions of broken ribs and punctured lungs; Wordcount: 9.521; Event: Part of the Cock-Tales collab by @cremeandsuga The Touchdown is served now.

Summary: Being the club manager of your all inclusive college football team wasn’t always peachy but you loved it nonetheless. Until the new recruits arrived and turned everything you knew upside down. Especially the new star Jeon Jungkook had your mind spiraling.

You cursed underneath your breath as you rushed over the campus. How could you forget the training folder despite having packed everything last night?! You even asked Yoongi to send you a text, reminding you to pack everything. In the end you had to send him a text to remind you, which resulted in a little argument but both of you were used to that after years of working together.

A hiss escaped your lips when you had to jump over someone crouching down right in front of you to tie their shoe laces. You shouted an apology over your shoulder and hurried further towards the football fields.

The team was probably already assembled at the field, listening to the team captain’s speech. Some might even get baffled by his choice of words and how sophisticated he conversed. You snickered, imagining the dozens of question marks floating above their heads.

When you reached the field, you usually would run around the bleachers towards the official entrance but since you were late and didn’t want to waste more time than you already did by running back to your apartment to get that damn folder which you had forgotten when you had left on time. You pushed the folder into your bag while running full speed towards the bleachers. You jumped from the ground and leaped to the metal bars, using them to climb up and over the fence above the top row of seats.

Yoongi uncrossed his arms when he saw you running down to the group on top of the hand rail instead of the stairs like any normal human would do. His long dotted tail flicked anxiously behind him. Even though he trusted you and your instincts, running on such a small surface at full speed never sat well with him.

He would definitely scold you after the training.

When you two met eyes, you grinned at him, jumping to the lower rows now. Your rhythm got interrupted when you noticed a shadow out of the corner of your eyes. You nearly lost your footing when you saw the hybrid next to you, jumping over the seats and rows just like you did.

Yoongi took a few steps towards you, a futile move as he wanted to save you from losing your balance. He sighed in relief when you continued your reckless route and landed safely on the grass.

You shot daggers with your eyes towards the hybrid, who joined the new team members in front of Namjoon, bowing shortly in apology for being late. Only when Yoongi stepped into your view, did you calm down again - a smile quickly back on your lips. “Got the folder!” You grabbed your bag and pulled it in front of you, opening it and pulling the folder out. “Now you can finally check whether all new recruits are present or if someone else is running late.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes when you looked around him to glare at the young hybrid. “Seems you’re alright then”, he muttered and opened the folder, turning around and walking over to Namjoon, who finally finished his speech.

“Listen up newbies”, he said calmly, not even raising his voice nor looking up from the folder. “I expect punctuality, persistence and pursuit from you all. Unless you’re missing a limb I don’t accept excuses for missed training.” Yoongi looked up, glancing with calculating eyes over the new members. “We’re the first all inclusive football team in this country. Even though more followed we’re still getting enough shit for it. That’s why we’re not doing anything half assed! If you can’t commit to this team, leave this instant.”

You observed the newbies, even raising an eyebrow as a silent challenge but none of them moved. They actually looked quite determined.

For the first time Yoongi looked up from the folder, smirking when he saw none of the new recruits moving. “Good. Today we’ll assess your strengths and weaknesses and sort you into the teams according to that. Namjoon, Shownu, Jinki, get your groups and start training for now. Newbies, you’ll stay with me and Y/N.”

The three mentioned team members nodded and stepped forward, motioning for their groups to follow them. Namjoon led the offence team to the right side of the field, while Shownu and the defence team walked to the left side. Jinki led the remaining members to the indoor training side.

You looked at the eight new recruits, scrutinising their physical features. Five of them were obviously hybrids just like Yoongi and yourself. Most of them had quite the nice physique and had at least some height. You were pretty sure the hyena hybrid got recruited for the basketball team as well.

“Introduce yourselves,” Yoongi commanded lowly and walked over to you, stopping right next to your form.

One after another hesitantly said their names, hybrid species if they had one and explained the reason they applied. They appeared to be a little shy and you could feel your lips curl upwards whenever one of them stumbled over their own words.

“I’m JK, a snow leopard hybrid. I’m here because the sport looked cool.” He oozed confidence and it ticked you off.

“Looked cool?” You asked with a scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms in front of your chest. Your tail flicked animatedly behind your back, showcasing your annoyance with the young hybrid. “If you want to look cool, you should choose another sport. If you aren’t serious about this, leave immediately.”

“I don’t have to be serious to be good at this.”

Before you could pounce at him and scratch out his eyes, Yoongi interjected, thrusting the folder into your chest. “Alright. I’m Yoongi, the trainer, and this is Y/N our trusted manager of the club. If you ever need help with something you can ask her. Right now she’ll support your training until you can join the defence, offence or third team.”

One of them raised a hand, looking somewhat unsure whether he should be doing it or not. “Why are we splitted into three teams?”

Some of the other recruits snickered at the question, but Yoongi quickly shut them up with one glance.

“In games there is a defence and an offence team. Clubs that are large enough split their members into those teams and let them train specifically for these positions. Defence needs a different training than the offence for example,” you explained shortly, quickly continuing when you saw another hand rising. “The third team consists of step-ins. Should someone from the offence or defence team get hurt during a game one of them takes their position so we can continue playing.”

“Right and we’re here to determine, which team would profit the most with you joining them”, Yoongi continued, before he led them to the middle of the field and explained the first drill.

Once the training was over Namjoon came over to you and Yoongi, looking expectantly at the both of you. “Already some tendencies where to put them?” He looked between you and Yoongi, seeing the irritation in Yoongi’s demeanour and the annoyance radiating off of you. “What’s wrong?”

“We agree on most recruits and what position they should play”, Yoongi said, rubbing his hand over his face. “Except for one.”

“Because he should be a step-in. This kid doesn’t take the club nor the training seriously.” You puffed out, glaring at Yoongi for not understanding your point.

Namjoon looked between the both of you. “Are you talking about Jungkook?”

“Who?” Both of you asked and turned to the tall wolf hybrid, with various degrees of confusion displayed on your faces.

“JK? Jeon Jungkook? The snow leopard?”

While Yoongi nodded in agreement, you narrowed your eyes, containing the hiss within your throat. “He’s a natural”, Yoongi said, “that’s why I think he should be a tackle on offence.”

Namjoon contemplated the info he required, tapping his chin in thought. “I am not surprised to hear that.” He concluded with a soft laugh. “That’s why I told him to consider joining the team.”

“You know him?”

“Define ‘know’”, Namjoon laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, his wolf ears twitching slightly. “I saw him around campus a few times. He joined Jin and I when we played around with the ball during a free period.”

“What did you think of him back then?” Yoongi inquired, truly fascinated with the new information he got on him.

“I’ve never seen someone easily throw the ball on the first try like him. He assured me, he had never played before. Even Jin asked him like five times if he was sure because he picked up every move so quickly. Apparently he likes challenges. Honestly, I would bet my tail on winning every game if that kid joins the offence team.” Namjoon wagged his tail to underline his statement together with a laugh.

“It’s settled then”, Yoongi said and looked at you with a pointed glance.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes with a huff. “Just keep him away from me during the training.”

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Even though they had dismissed your statement when you said it, they made sure to keep a safe distance between you and Jungkook. You even noticed other team members joining their efforts, despite not really knowing the reason for it.

Sadly though none of the members could help you outside of the training.

“Manager!”

You jumped in your seat when Jungkook suddenly plopped down in front of you with a wide grin. You took a deep breath, placed your hand over your rapidly beating heart and glared at the snow leopard hybrid.

“I have a question and Yoongi has told us to talk to you whenever that moment should appear.”

“So?” You raised an eyebrow, waiting for his question so you could answer it and be left alone again.

“The first training.”

You sighed and closed the book in front of you, feeling it wouldn’t be as simple as you had hoped for with him. “That is not a question.”

Jungkook snickered slightly and shook his head. “Yeah, sorry, I’m not sure how to ask that.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit he had picked up from Namjoon you noticed.

“It’s been months since the first training. Just ask your question.”

“You’re right, you’re right. You arrived late at the first training, didn’t you?”

“So?” You narrowed your eyes, not getting what exactly Jungkook wanted to know from you.

“How come you climbed over the bleachers?” Jungkook rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, imploring your eyes with his dark ones.

Something like curiosity and admiration shone within them, slowly pulling you under his spell. You had to close your eyes and shake your head, leaning as far back as possible and crossing your arms in front of your chest before you answered. “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged with his shoulders, laughing shortly. “It was the quicker way.”

“Don’t ask me questions when the answer is obvious.”

He tilted his head, thinking about what you said. “Is it really the fastest way for you?”

You hissed at him, too offended to even realise you did it. “What the hell are you implying?” You stood up from your chair and slammed your hand on top of the book. “Don’t even think about underestimating me!” You left before he was even able to say something, storming out of the library and only stopping in front of the bleachers.

“Is it really the fastest way?” You mocked Jungkook’s question, exaggerating your movements as you tried to portray him. “Just because I’m not a big cat doesn’t mean I’m any less”, you hissed and dropped your stuff on a seat in front of you. You jumped onto a handrail and balanced across it.

“Look at me”, you snorted and twirled around, “I’m so talented at everything! I don’t have to be serious to be good at this sport! I’m a natural.” You jumped up to the next railing, still impersonating Jungkook as you balanced along the small surface. “Everybody is friends with me, everybody is thankful for having me, girls and boys alike come to the trainings and games just to watch my stupidly handsome appearance. Which is only paralleled by my incredibly hot body.”

You reached the top of the bleachers, turning around and looking over the wide, empty field. A huff escaped your lips as you stemmed your hands into your sides. “Not to mention how sweet and helpful I am. Guess what, Jeon Jungkook is perfect in every aspect. People wish to be me or people wish to have me!”

Someone snickered behind you: “Which one are you?”

A surprised squeak escaped your lips and you lost your footing while you turned around to see Jungkook crouching on the fence behind the last row of seats, looking down at you with amusement.

He quickly jumped down and caught you, holding you in his arms before you would have injured yourself.

You cursed underneath your breath, both hands clutching his shirt in surprise. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Promise you won’t just leave again once I answer you?” Jungkook looked at you with wide, innocent eyes, silently begging you to say yes. He even refused to set you down, still holding you in his arms and close to his chest.

“Fine”, you grumbled and looked away from him, desperately trying to calm your rapidly beating heart inside your ribcage as soon as you realised it wasn’t pounding so hard due to the surprise anymore.

“I followed you because I wanted to tell you that I don’t underestimate you.”

“Great. Now let me down, Jungkook!”

He hesitated, uncertainty flashing up in his eyes, but after you hit his chest, Jungkook reluctantly sat you back down. Though he kept his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your sides. “I really mean it”, he mumbled, gaze cast down.

You sighed deeply and closed your eyes, it became harder and harder to lash out at him with every second that passed. You still wanted to tell him off but something about his demeanour made you hesitate. “Alright.” You opened your eyes again and looked Jungkook in the eyes, schooling your indifference towards him. “I believe you. Now, if you’ll excuse me. There is a training camp that needs to be planned.”

“Do you need help with that?”

A sting shot through your heart upon hearing his pleading tone. “No, thank you. I’m meeting up with Yoongi to do that.”

Jungkook dropped his hands from your sides and stepped back, refusing to look at you again. “Okay.”

You nodded shortly. “I’ll see you at the next training.” You looked one last time at him before you jumped down and hurried to your belongings, grabbing them and dashing away from the field.

~~~

“What’s got you so riled up?” Yoongi asked once he reached you, raising an eyebrow questioningly. His lips quirked up when he saw you jump slightly in your seat. “You seem slightly on edge for the past weeks now. I didn’t have the impression that planning the training camp would be this difficult for you.”

“It’s not the training camp!” You looked around with squinted eyes. “It’s the fact I successfully avoided him during training but he somehow runs into me everywhere else. AND,” you pronounce the word excessively, “he just sticks around instead of leaving again! My corner in the library was sacred since nobody ever came there but now he just invades my space! I can’t even say anything against it!” You dropped your head into your hands, groaning in despair while Yoongi sat down next to you with a snicker. “It’s not funny!”

“It kinda is. What do you have against him anyway?” He propped his chin up on his hand, leaning on it while his gaze implored you.

“He is annoying! That should be reason enough!”

“You think so?” Yoongi smirked and shrugged with his shoulders. “I’m sure you only think of him as annoying because you desperately want to be annoyed by him.”

You gasped loudly, pointing an accusing finger at Yoongi. Your mouth opened and closed several times, unsure how to rebut his argument. “How dare you”, you hissed after several empty attempts.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders again. “Normally you’d tell someone straight forward if you didn’t like them or if they should leave you alone. So how come you’re not doing it with him?”

“I am!” You stopped, staring blankly on the table as you recalled the moments you met Jungkook. “Am I?”

“We’re in a training camp in a few days. If he truly gets on your nerves, just tell him. Should you have no reason for your annoyance, try to be nice to him.”

You grumbled something inaudible under your breath, knowing full well Yoongi was right. At least for the sake of the camp you’d try to lessen your hostility towards Jungkook.

So you thought. But when he arrived at the bus with luggage twice the size of even your own, you couldn’t help it but blow up on him. Jungkook made your irritation even worse when he only grinned at your nagging, looking the least phased with your critique.

Every day he continued to do the most ridiculous stuff, smiling from ear to ear whenever you scolded him for it.

“I leave the rest to you”, you sighed, smiling tiredly at Jiwoo and Soomin, who joined the training camp to help you out. “I need to sleep early tonight.”

“Are you sure? It’s the last night here. Isn’t there some sort of celebration?”

You shrugged with your shoulders, wincing when you felt how stiff they were. “I’m not one to party anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow morning again.” With that you left the field and walked over to the houses, quickly getting into your room and taking a long hot shower.

You heard the rustle from the other club members as they got ready to celebrate and probably drink until the early hours of the next day. A snicker escaped your lips, thinking about how the newbies would always be dragged into drinking a lot so they would have to do the last training at camp with a huge hangover. Somewhat a tradition by now and you definitely enjoyed watching that specific training every year. Last year Hoseok had such a massive hangover he still acted drunk during the training, missing his target by a mile when he ran past Jinyoung instead of tackling him.

For a moment you contemplated whether you should join them or keep inside of your room. The long shower helped you enough to relax and you were sure seeing Jungkook getting drunk would lift your mood even more.

Yet, you decided to stay in your room, snuggling onto your bed and grabbing a book to read.

Hours passed and you still heard them party when a knock on your door interrupted your reading. You pulled some sweatpants on and walked over to the door, opening it with a quizzical expression.

“Manager!”

“Jungkook?”

“I have a question”, he announced with a lopsided grin, “and we’re supposed to come to you whenever we have one.”

You sighed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “I know.” You weren’t quite sure if you thought of tipsy Jungkook as endearing or even more annoying. You weren’t even sure if he actually was tipsy.

“Can I come in for a sec?”

You stepped away from the doorframe without a word, watching Jungkook walk into your room with wide eyes. He looked around the room like a child would look around a toy store. You couldn’t help yourself but smile at the mental image, before you closed the door and followed Jungkook deeper into your room.

“Can I stay here?”

Your mouth dropped open in shock upon hearing this question. It took you several seconds before you were even able to answer him. “Are you drunk?”

“Not at all.” Jungkook sat down on the edge of your bed, looking up at you with a grin. “I’m quite tired actually but the guys are still going crazy in the room so I can’t sleep.”

“And you thought sleeping here would be an option?” You scoffed when you saw him nod, shaking your head in disbelief. “It’s a tradition to join that celebration, Jungkook.”

“Then why aren’t you there?”

“Because I’m tired.”

“So am I.”

You sighed in frustration. “Jungkook, please. You can’t sleep here.”

“Why not?”

You stopped and stared at him blankly, not coming up with any good reason to deny his request. You desperately tried finding something to say but came up empty handed every time. “Okay, fine. Fine. Just stay on one side of the bed!” You threw your hands up in disbelief and stalked over to your side of the bed, grabbing your book and placing it on the nightstand.

Jungkook jumped up giddily, switched off the lights and rushed over to the other side of the bed, immediately climbing under the sheets.

You grumbled something underneath your breath before you got under the blanket as well. You took deep breaths, hoping to fall asleep as quickly as possible but your mind continued thinking about the hybrid next to you. Why did you even let him stay? You tried to sneak a peek at him from the corner of your eyes, feeling your heartbeat increasing. “Stop staring at me.”

He giggled softly and turned on his back, closing his eyes in the process. “Thanks for letting me stay. Don’t mind me being here.”

A scoff escaped your lips and you rolled your eyes in the dark, stopping shortly after when you got an idea. “I won’t”, you whispered with a wicked grin and started to undress underneath your blanket.

Jungkook’s ears swivelled around, a frown appearing on his face when he couldn’t place the sounds to an action. “What are you doing?”

“Taking my clothes off.”

He choked on air, coughing heavily upon hearing your answer. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope.” You let the word loudly pop from your lips, dropping your clothes on the floor right next to the bed. “I normally sleep like this.”

“You do?” Jungkook swallowed harshly, his mind racing with a dozen thoughts. “Then, uh, don’t mind me if I do the same.”

For a second you forgot how to breathe, cursing inwardly when you actually heard him undress as well. This wasn’t what you had planned. You thought he’d leave the room in embarrassment, not take his clothes off too. You laid there staring into the dark with a blank expression, trying to find something to say or do.

“It’s quite cold in your room.”

“What? A snow leopard can’t handle the cold?” You snarkily replied, thankful for some sort of distraction from the heavy silence.

“No, no, I don’t mind”, Jungkook reassured you, turning to you, “I just thought it would be too cold for you. I mean the blankets are pretty thin.”

“I told you not to underestimate me.”

“I’m not, I’m not! I just can’t believe you’re actually…”, he hesitated, stumbling over the word, “... naked.”

You smirked, hoping to increase his nervousness until he would leave. “Well, I am. So what about it?”

He stayed quiet for a while, leaving you waiting with bated breath. “I don’t believe you.”

“Not my problem.”

Another long pause stretched through the dark, building the anticipation inside of you. “Come here”, Jungkook rumbled and wrapped his arm around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest. His hand slowly glided over your stomach and up towards your breasts, only stopping right underneath them. Jungkook’s thumb brushed over the side of your breast, making his breath hitch in surprise. “You’re actually… naked.”

“I told you I am.” It took everything within you to sound somewhat in control with his fingers brushing over your bare skin. You bit on your lower lip to prevent yourself from whimpering when he cupped your breast and squeezed it softly. “Jungkook, what are you doing?”

His thumb brushed over your nipple until it hardened underneath his touch. “I’m just checking”, he mumbled against your neck, nibbling and kissing your skin.

You arched your back, pushing your butt against his slowly growing member. A whimper escaped your lips when Jungkook started to slowly rut against your cheeks. You involuntarily clenched around nothing, feeling a tingle build up inside of your lower stomach.

“I really thought you hate me”, Jungkook mumbled against your shoulder, his hand wandering down to your hip. He squeezed the flesh of your ass cheek before he trailed along your thigh, grabbing behind your knee and pulling your leg up. “But those little noises you make let me think something different.”

“No, I do dislike you”, you breathed, weakly pushing against his abs behind you.

“I’m not convinced”, he chuckled, trailing his hand back over your thigh and towards your core. Jungkook grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it against your wet entrance, groaning in pleasure.

As if on cue you raised your hips a little, leaning half on your knees and chest. You whimpered again when Jungkook rutted against you, his dick rubbing along your entrance and the tip hitting your sensitive nub.

“Fuck.”

“Me”, you murmured without realising what you said, too drawn into the feeling of his quivering body above you. Your tail, which laid flush against your back, now brushed against Jungkook's chest - almost teasing him to do something.

“What?”

“What?” You opened your eyes in surprise, feeling the heat rise into your cheeks. You were about to sputter some sort of excuse when a moan ripped through your throat from Jungkook biting down on your shoulder.

“I’d love to fuck you if you let me.” His ruts became rougher as he enjoyed the whimpers and moans he could elicit out of your mouth.

“Yes, please. Please, fuck me.”

Jungkook immediately wrapped one arm around your middle before he slid his cock inside your drenched walls. He groaned against your shoulder, licking and nipping over the spot he just marked prior.

You wrapped your tail around his middle, encouraging his thrusts to get deeper and harder. Hearing him pant against your neck, sent shivers down your spine, which increased the tingle inside of you.

“Y/N?” His thrusts stuttered, feeling you clench around his length so suddenly. “Careful”, he panted, “or otherwise I can’t control myself.”

“Do you ever control yourself?” You teased, glancing over your shoulder with a smirk playing over your lips.

“All the time”, Jungkook growled, squeezing you closer against his body. “I wanted to ask where you want me to cum.” He kissed your shoulder blade, waiting patiently for your answer despite feeling on the edge of cumming already.

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks again. “Inside”, you mumbled and turned your face into the pillow, not wanting him to see how affected you were by his question.

“Are you sure?”

You snarled at him, forgetting your previous embarrassment for just a minute. “For once just do what you’re asked to do.”

Jungkook chuckled lowly. “But then I wouldn’t get your attention.”

You were about to hit him when his hold around you tightened, his moans becoming more desperate. Right before he came, Jungkook moved his hand down to your core and pressed one rough finger pad against your nub, letting fireworks explode inside your lower stomach. You trembled in his hold, limbs spasming uncontrollably from the force.

Once you calmed down Jungkook slowly pulled out of you, kissing your shoulder reassuringly when you whined about the loss. He quickly got up to get something to clean you, wiping you with a wet cloth before he pulled the blankets back over you. As soon as he had cleaned himself as well he crawled back into the bed behind you, wrapping once more an arm around your middle. “Sleep tight.”

~~~

Ever since that night you had tried to avoid him again, feeling all kinds of things with him near you, but to your dismay Jungkook became even more persistent in staying around you.

“What’s up between you and the newbie?” Huta asked you with a tilted head. The tiger hybrid continued to glance behind you and back up to your concentrated face. He had asked you to help him tape his shoulder and you willingly obliged but the constant death glares towards him made him slightly nervous.

“Which newbie? We have more than one.” You laughed softly, fingers gliding over his bare skin. You still wanted to smack the shit out of Huta for saying he got too old and needed taping now.

“You know exactly which one I mean.”

“Nope, no idea.”

Huta snorted and squeezed your thighs as you stood between his own. “Denial doesn’t suit you.”

You laughed and swatted at his hands, even slapping his side with the tip of your tail. “Don’t be ridiculous! Today you’re especially humorous. It’s annoying.”

“Yet you’re laughing.” He grinned at you. The grin widened when you rolled your eyes and pushed against his forehead with one finger. “So, why am I getting murdered with his stares just because I’m near you?”

“Beats me.” You shrugged with your shoulders, placing the last tape onto his skin. “But if he continues focusing on us he’ll get murdered by Yoongi.”

As if on cue you heard the whistle blow and Yoongi calling for Jungkook to focus through a megaphone.

Huta laughed again as he stood up and hugged you before he put his shirt back on and jogged over to the offence group. You watched him exchange a few words with Namjoon, rolling his shoulders as if to say he was all good to tackle the opponents again.

The rest of the practice was rather uneventful, until Jungkook started a fight with Huta despite having three other team members between them. You stood at the side of the field and rolled your eyes, calling for Yoongi to get the snow leopard of the field to cool down again.

Jungkook immediately stopped thrashing around upon hearing your voice, his gaze quickly finding you at the side of the field. He swallowed harshly, seeing the disappointed look in your eyes. He quickly mumbled an apology and hurried from the field, deciding to run some laps instead.

Even when the training finished and all the members returned to the locker rooms, Jungkook continued running. He didn’t even react when Yoongi called for him through his megaphone.

“What’s gotten into him?”

“Let him run off some steam”, you sighed and shook your head, eyes trailing the snow leopard around the field. “I’ll make sure he won’t overdo it.”

“Don’t rip him apart. He is our star player and we need him for the quarter finals in a couple of weeks.” Yoongi looked at you sternly, but once he realised you weren’t tense nor fuming due to Jungkook, he relaxed again. “Okay, I’ll leave it to you then.”

You sat down on the bleachers and watched Jungkook run his laps. Most of the members had already left the locker rooms again, waving you goodbye as they left. When even Jimin and Taehyung, who were always the last to change, left the lockers, you decided to stand up and stop Jungkook.

You stepped right into his path, waiting for him to either stop in front of you or run into you. Thankfully it wasn’t the latter option. “Get yourself together”, you scolded him, when he nearly toppled over trying to suck in as much air as possible. “You’re acting pathetic.”

Jungkook glared up at you. “So now you’re talking to me?” He straightened himself again, stepping closer to you until you had to look up at him. “Are you done flirting with other guys?”

You clicked your tongue and pushed him away. “Training’s over, Jungkook.” With that you turned around, ready to leave him behind.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook ran after you, falling into the same rhythm as he walked next to you.

“I’m going home. My job’s done for today,” you grumbled, feeling irritated by his accusation. You stopped in your tracks and looked at Jungkook, stewing in your own anger. “Listen here”, you hissed, “I still couldn’t care less about you, but if you continue to go on my fucking nerves, you’re going to regret it. We slept one time but it didn't change a thing!”

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him towards the locker rooms. “If you didn’t care about me, why are you still here? Why aren’t you fighting against this?” He gently pulled at your wrist to underline his question. “You’re lying to yourself.”

You snarled at him but didn’t try anything else. Instead you almost willingly complied with his requests. You let yourself drag into the showers, helped him get out of your clothes all while Jungkook nibbled the skin along your throat. He had tried to kiss you but you only turned your head away so he didn’t try again, resigning to all the other spots he could reach with his mouth.

You hissed from the coldness of the tiles pressed against your back and quickly turned on the shower, letting the hot water drizzle down on your naked bodies. Next to the falling water the room got filled with both your whimpers and soft moans.

Jungkook grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up on his hips, pressing your entrance against his throbbing shaft. He growled deeply as he entered you, his brows furrowing from the pleasure. “Mine.”

“I am not a thing to own”, you hissed between your moans, digging your nails into his back from the force behind his thrusts.

“I still claim your pussy.”

You rolled your eyes but agreed with him after an especially rough thrust. “Yes, fine, fine. All yours. Happy now?” You gasped loudly when Jungkook bit down on your shoulder again, keeping you in place while he shot his load into you. For a moment you worried Jungkook wouldn’t be able to keep holding onto you with your spasms but he kept you firmly in his arms.

After both of you showered, cleaned yourself and got dressed again you two stepped out of the locker rooms, seeing that the sky had turned dark over the time you were inside.

“I’ll accompany you home”, Jungkook mumbled, pushing his hands into his pocket as he waited for you to move first.

Instead of telling him off you simply nodded and headed for your apartment. Both of you walked silently next to each other, which you were thankful for since you didn’t want to talk with him about whatever this thing between the both of you was. You were deep in your thoughts when you felt his tail entangled with your own. You shortly glanced behind you, biting on your lower lip to prevent yourself from smiling before you checked his blushed expression. You didn’t pull away, endeared by the gesture.

“I’ll see you around?” Jungkook asked hesitantly before you parted ways at your front door. His eyes shimmered with hope and uncertainty, waiting desperately for your answer.

“You know where to find me.”

Jungkook grinned softly and nodded, bidding you goodbye. He watched you enter the apartment complex and even waited after you vanished out of his sight.

~~~

You weren’t surprised seeing Jungkook a few days later at your usual spot in the library. You sighed softly and placed the books you had on the table, about to sit down on a chair next to him, when he suddenly pulled you on his lap. “What are you doing?” You squeaked and hit his arms that were now wrapped around your middle.

“Holding you”, Jungkook mumbled and leaned his head between your shoulder blades, sighing softly as he closed his eyes and slowly dozed off.

You simply rolled your eyes and grabbed the first book, reading through its contents. After a while you even caught yourself purring while Jungkook nuzzled closer into your form. You squirmed in his hold, embarrassed to show content with him around you.

“Don’t move unless you’re ready to deal with the consequences”, Jungkook growled into your ear, pushing you down on his hardening dick. “Unless you planned this all along with the skirt you’re wearing today.”

“I did not plan any of this”, you hissed and looked around in alarm. “I won’t fuck with you inside of a library!”

“Just warm it”, he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

You glared at him over your shoulder, the tip of your tail swishing around in agitation. Your resolve quickly vanished though when you saw his sleepy eyes and smile. “No funny business?”

“No funny business.”

You swallowed nervously but raised your hips nonetheless, letting Jungkook pull out his hard dick. You slid your panties to the side and carefully lowered yourself onto his length, suppressing a whimper inside of your chest.

Jungkook simply wrapped his arms back around you and resumed into the same position he had before, content with staying like this.

Even you had to admit to yourself that you liked being full with his cock inside of you. Though you’d rather bite your tongue off than say that out loud. Still, you dreaded the moment you had to go, knowing you’d whine from the loss. “I’m surprised you’re not trying anything”, you teased Jungkook, unable to concentrate on the book in front of you.

“Do you want me to try anything?” He shortly rolled his hips into you, grinning against your back when you whimpered almost inaudibly. “I think you want that, hm?”

“Don’t”, you breathed out, grasping his arm and digging your nails into his skin. “Not here.”

“If you say so.” Jungkook snuggled back into you, quickly dozing off once more.

You sighed deeply and tried to concentrate on your book again. After a while you didn’t get as distracted by the feeling of his dick inside of you and were even able to read a few pages.

“That’s a sight I never thought to witness”, Jin laughed and plopped down on a chair in front of you, laughing even more when you jumped slightly and slammed the book shut.

Jungkook sleepily rubbed his eyes and placed his chin on your shoulder, looking tiredly towards Jin while he calmingly rubbed circles into your hips. “Never thought you’d walk into a library as well.”

“You shouldn’t compare yourself to others”, Jin scolded him with a playful glare, “just because you got dragged here by our lovely manager, doesn’t mean others need to be dragged here as well.”

“Then why are you here?” You asked, involuntary clenching around Jungkook’s dick out of nervousness.

“I joined Namjoon…”

“So much to not being dragged”, Jungkook snorted and shook his head.

“I wasn’t dragged! I’m willingly here!”

“Sure”, Jungkook yawned, “then what kind of book are you trying to find.” He smirked when Jin sputtered some nonsense, coming up empty handed in the end.

“So why are you two together?” Jin pointed accusingly between the both of you.

You immediately tensed, panicking as you had no idea what to answer him. Though Jungkook didn’t even hesitate as he answered: “It’s a cat thing. A polar bear like you wouldn’t understand it.”

“Did you need anything?” You chimed in quickly, before Jin would start an argument and get even louder than he already was.

“Ah yeah, are we doing a special training before the quarter finals like last year?” Jin asked, immediately forgetting about the dispute just now.

You shook your head. “No, we’ll meet up and watch footage of our opponents to discuss our strategy but we’ll just stick with our normal training routine. Otherwise you guys would have heard it by now.”

Jin thanked you for the information and left again, searching for Namjoon in the poetry section to tell him the news as well.

You exhaled shakily, slowly trying to ease your tension again. “We’re lucky it wasn’t one of the other cat hybrids that found us together.”

“If you say so.”

You ignored the hurt tone in his voice and stood up, fixing your outfit and grabbing the books. “We should concentrate on the quarter finals anyway.” You didn’t even look behind you before you said goodbye and left in a hurry.

~~~

The day of the quarter finals something felt off. You were restless the minute you had woken up, pacing around whenever you could instead of sitting down.

“How many energy drinks did you have this morning?” Yoongi hissed from the seat next to you, placing his large hand on your bouncing leg.

“None.” You stood up and walked up and down the short distance of the bench, eyes trained on the teams that came onto the field. “I just… don’t know.”

“We made a plan with the whole team. As long as we stick to that, nothing will be a problem.” Yoongi stepped next to you, gently pulling you back on the bench. “Trust our boys.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust them.” You watched how everyone took their positions, gnawing on your lower lip when you realised the offence team was the starting one.

The whistle blew and immediately both teams charged forward. You tried to follow the ball but with all of them huddled together you had no chance. “This doesn’t look right”, you murmured and turned to look at Yoongi, who stared at the field with a deep frown.

At that moment you heard a blood curdling scream, followed by another whistle. Both you and Yoongi jumped up, trying to see what happened when the masses of players parted. Your blood froze, seeing Jungkook on the ground.

“Jungkook’s down!” Yoongi called, turning to the third team. “Changsub, get ready to switch in!”

You ignored his orders, eyes fixed on Jungkook’s body. Another scream left his lips when one of the members tried to lift him up. Before the referee was even able to call the medics, you were sprinting towards Jungkook already. You crashed onto your knees next to him, fumbling with the safety system of his helmet while you cursed under your breath.

“Y/N?”

“What happened?” You pulled the helmet off of Jungkook, hands immediately clutching his cheeks as you scanned his face and head with worry.

“I’m sorry”, he apologised in a small whisper. “I didn’t follow the plan.”

“Why would you do that, you idiot?”

Jungkook chuckled and immediately winced upon the movement, clutching his side. “They were talking about you. Said they would crush us and then take you. Said what they would do to you. It ticked me off.”

“You idiot.”

By now the medics arrived next to Jungkook, asking you to step aside. They had to lift him on a carrier, making him cry out in pain again. You watched them carry him away, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes.

“Keep us updated”, Taehyung said and patted your shoulder, nodding after Jungkook. “Go.”

You didn’t need to hear that twice, immediately rushing after the medics.

Yoongi already held out your bag, so you could easily follow them, shortly nodding as a reassurance that you should go.

When you arrived at the medic bay they told you Jungkook might have a broken rib and that he needed to be checked out at the hospital since he lost consciousness as well. For now they had stabilised him and waited for the ambulance to arrive.

Only hours later did Jungkook wake up again, looking rather confused around the sterile room. His gaze landed on your resting form, half sitting and half lying on his bed. Though he cursed in pain when he tried to reach out for you.

You shot up and stared at Jungkook, needing several seconds to realise he was awake again. With trembling fingers you reached out to him, softly touching his cheek and brushing strands of hair out of his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Confused.”

You scoffed softly and shook your head, pulling the chair closer to Jungkook before you sat back down. “You’re at the hospital. Your stunt got you two broken ribs. One of them is on the verge of puncturing your lung. And you lost consciousness due to the pain.”

“What about the game?” Jungkook tried to push himself up but you pressed him down, looking at him sternly.

“It’s already over. We won, don’t worry.”

Jungkook exhaled in relief, shortly wincing from the pain. “So I’m able to join the semi final then.”

“Absolutely not! You’re not going to train or do anything physical until your ribs are completely healed again!”

“That could take weeks,” Jungkook protested.

“I can already hear we need an around the clock supervisor for him to heal properly”, Yoongi sighed as he stepped into the room, stopping at the end of the bed and looking at a pouting Jungkook. “Listen kid, I need you to heal properly. Not quickly, not half way. Without you we will have a fucking hard time to beat the reigning champions at the finals.”

“What about the semi finals?”

“We’ll figure something out for that.” With that Yoongi turned to look at you. “Can I count on you? Will you make sure he won’t do something stupid?”

Jungkook protested softly but quickly shut up when you agreed with Yoongi’s request. “What about training though?”

“I already called Jiwoo and Somin to cover for you.” Yoongi smiled shortly and leaned down on the end of the bed. “I’m also supposed to tell you to never run onto the field in the middle of a game.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “If they hadn’t been so useless I would have stayed put.”

Yoongi chuckled quietly, his gums showing from the amusement. “Knew, you would say that. But I have to admit, I’ve never seen anybody run as fast. You could be serious competition for Minho and he is a cheetah hybrid.” Yoongi grinned even wider, seeing how you rolled your eyes. “I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt as well between all those muscle walls.”

Yoongi stayed for a while, updating both of you about the game and how everyone played, until the doctor came into the room and gave Jungkook the clearance to go home.

Yoongi drove you to Jungkook’s apartment and even helped you carry his stuff inside since you walked next to Jungkook.

“It doesn’t hurt. I can walk on my own”, the young hybrid complained without trying to separate from you though.

“You are pumped with pain killers. It will hurt once they wear off.”

You nodded in agreement with Yoongi’s chiding as you guided Jungkook towards his living room and placed him on his couch. “Don’t underestimate your condition now. If you need anything I’m right here so just tell me.”

“I need you”, he mouthed when Yoongi wasn’t looking, grinning mischievously while you tried to hide how flustered you were.

Once Yoongi bid his goodbye and left the apartment you sat down on the couch next to Jungkook. Silence filled the air between you two as you tried to find anything to say.

“Thanks for looking out for me”, Jungkook whispered and placed one of his hands on your thigh, squeezing it gently. “I’ll try not being a pain in the ass while you do that.”

“You should know by now that you’re always a pain in the ass”, you giggled and leaned against his shoulder, sighing softly in content.

“Just to get your attention.”

“Well, now you have it.”

Jungkook grinned cheekily. “And there’s no hybrid luckier than me. Just thinking about having you for a whole week until the next check-up all for myself, makes me the happiest hybrid in the world.”

You slightly turned on the couch so you faced Jungkook, nosing against his neck before you looked up into his eyes. “I still need to study.”

“Do it while you sit on my lap again.” Jungkook’s hand moved further up your thigh as his breath got heavier. He brushed his cheek over your head, his chest rumbling softly.

“Needy little boy”, you purred and nibbled along his sharp jawline. You couldn’t help yourself but feel intoxicated by Jungkook. His scent clouded your senses and his touches made you almost delirious.

Jungkook chuckled and threw his head back, giving you more access to his throat. “Well, I’ve been badly injured during a game. I had hoped you would blow it better.”

You licked over his throat. “If that’s what you need.” A satisfied smile stretched over your lips when you blew over the path of saliva and Jungkook shivered from the sudden cold feeling. Your hand rubbed over his bulge and you purred needily as you felt how hard he already was. “I’ll stop if you move”, you huskily told him before you crawled down from the couch and between his legs.

You teased him a little longer before you pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard dick. One of your hands kept the fabric down while the other slowly pumped him. Through half lidded eyes you looked up at Jungkook, smirking when you saw him watching you.

He bit down on his lower lip, brows furrowed in pleasure. Soft whimpers and moans escaped his throat. Jungkook raised his hand and brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear before he cupped your cheek, thumb drawing circles on it.

You purred softly and turned your head to kiss the inside of his palm before you leaned closer to his dick, making small kitten licks over the sensitive tip and along the prominent vein on the underside. With your tongue having the same texture as a real cat’s tongue, you could only imagine the pleasure it created. You suckled on the tip of Jungkook’s dick, slowly hollowing your cheeks while you moved further down.

Jungkook’s hand shot into your hair, pushing you even further down his cock. He groaned loudly, keeping you in place with your nose pressed against his pelvis.

You gagged around his dick. Tears welled up in your eyes and you desperately tried breathing evenly through your nose. As soon as Jungkook loosened the pressure on the back of your head, you pushed back, greedily sucking in air. Only for him to push you back down. You clutched his thighs, feeling incredibly aroused yourself.

Jungkook guided your pace with his hand on the back of your head, groaning and moaning with the feeling of your wet cave around his dick. It only needed a few more pushes before he would cum down your throat.

He looked at you licking your lips after he pulled you off his cock, breathing heavily from his orgasm. An exhausted smile stretched over his lips. “What a sinful kitten,” Jungkook mumbled and offered you his hand to pull you back up on the couch. “I’ll offer you the same if you’re willing to climb up here and sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened momentarily, not having expected him to say something like that. You gnawed at your lower lip, worried you might lose balance and hurt him in the process.

Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook grabbed your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Don’t worry”, he whispered and raised your hand to kiss your knuckles, “I will hold you in place.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you stood up and slid your pants and underwear off. Biting down on your lower lip, you hesitantly climbed on the back of the couch. You grabbed Jungkook’s hands to help you get in position.

Before you could even process it, Jungkook wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down on his face. A loud yelp escaped your lips when he pushed his rough tongue between your folds. His nose nudged against your clit, quickly building the knot inside your lower stomach.

Your tail trembled first and your legs quickly followed. You moaned and whimpered, hands holding onto Jungkook’s dark locks.

Still, he held you firmly in place. He only loosened his grip to help you back down, chuckling softly when you flopped down on the couch next to him using his thighs as your pillow.

“Are you okay?” You asked, suppressing a yawn and blinking rapidly to stay awake.

“Never been better.”

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The following weeks you two were basically inseparable. Even though Jungkook’s check-up showed he healed perfectly and even faster than expected, you didn’t return to your own apartment. Instead you stayed at Jungkook’s place, wearing his clothes whenever you had to wear something.

Hoseok was the one to notice it first, whining to you that you weren’t at home one night when he wanted to crash at your place after partying too much. To his dismay he had to go to Yoongi and get scolded for drinking so much close to the semi-finals.

“I would have scolded you too”, you told him with a snicker and a pat on his shoulder.

“But why aren’t you home at three in the morning? I’ve never witnessed you staying at a party after two. Where are you if not in your bed? And don’t tell me you were sleeping, cause I rang your doorbell for ten minutes straight.”

“I stayed at Jungkook’s place, taking care of him, you know.”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow. “What’s there to take care of? He’s already starting light training again, getting ready for the finals in a month since we won the semi.”

You shrugged with your shoulders. “Just making sure he doesn’t overdo it.”

“How considerate.” Hoseok grinned at you, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly until you shoved him away with a scoff.

Once the others noticed how you and Jungkook kept close to each other as well, you started getting nervous. Somehow you weren’t too fond of all the attention. You even considered distancing yourself again but Jungkook made it almost possible for you. He stayed just as persistent as the first time ten months ago, purposefully showing up at places where he knew you had to be too. Jungkook became even bolder than before, linking pinkies when you two walked somewhere, kissing your cheek when he said goodbye and hugging you tightly when he greeted you.

At first you tried pushing him away or hissed at him for those touches but seeing his sparkling eyes and soft smile you stopped complaining. Instead you almost looked forward to it.

“Hey, Manager!” Jungkook crushed into you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and twirling you around. “I have a question.”

“I swear to god Jungkook”, you squealed, giggling softly when he put you back on the ground. “What’s the question?”

“I want to ask you that after we won the final.”

You squinted your eyes at him, feeling your curiosity building up inside of you. “Cruel.” A small pout formed on your lips. “But alright, I will endure the next hours patiently.”

Jungkook laughed and kissed your cheek. “That’s my girl”, he called over his shoulder as he ran to the other members for warm-up.

Somehow time seemed to stretch endlessly. You nervously sat on the bench next to Yoongi, your leg bouncing up and down once again.

“If you run onto that field again, heads will roll,” he said and placed his hand on your knee, pushing it down until you stopped moving.

“I don’t intend on running on it again”, you grumbled, “I just want time to move faster.” Your eyes followed Jungkook on the field, watching him play effortlessly. He pushed the opponents back like a paper wall, breaking through them and giving Namjoon the opportunity to run forward. Only a few more seconds of the game when the wolf hybrid got cornered. In a last effort he passed the ball back to Jungkook, who sprinted past the opponents. He even jumped over one of them to avoid getting caught as he ran to the last line.

“Touchdown!”

The whole crowd jumped up and cheered loudly, nearly drowning the whistling that signalised the end of the game.

Your ears rang while you watched your team storming towards Jungkook, burying him underneath a pile of members. Yoongi cheered next to you, doing his little happy dance before the rest of the members grabbed him and pulled him onto the field with them.

You laughed loudly and followed them, hugging several members congratulating them until Jungkook stood in front of you. “I’m still waiting for your question”, you told him, shouting over the loud cheers of the team.

Jungkook grinned brightly, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous habit. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You bit on your lower lip, trying not to smile in overexcitement. You quickly lost that battle though, smiling cheerfully and jumping into Jungkook’s arms, hugging him tightly.

“Is that a yes?”

You pulled his helmet off of his head and leaned down to his lips. “It’s a yes”, you murmured and sealed your words with a kiss.

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AN: I've really enjoyed writing this series. I'm deeply appreciative of all the feedback and reblogs. They've fueled my writing and truly made me thankful for each and every one of you.

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Summary: Our darling couple take the first step toward the rest of their lives

It's a cold November morning and once again FRIDAY is calling your name, dragging you from your precious sleep.

"Nooo," you grumble, nuzzling into Loki's chest and tugging the fur comforter over your head. It collides with his nose.

He snorts, pulling it back below his chin. "I'll take it from here, FRIDAY.

"Darling, you do need to get up." He shifts beneath you.

"No," you whine, your voice muffled by the blanket. "I want to stay like this forever." You reach your arm over his bare chest, squeezing it for emphasis.

"As much as I'd enjoy that," he chuckles, "your absence downstairs could cause significant upheaval. Not to mention the breakdown of our fearless leader.

"You weren't here when he went on his feeble-minded caffeine fast. There are beings in Niflhel far more pleasant than our dear Captain without his 'morning Joe.'"

"But you're warm, and...you smell good, and...and...I love you," you say between yawns, before peaking up at him with a pout.

"I love you too," he smiles and gives your forehead a peck. "That doesn't change the fact that it's Monday and you have to go to work."

You throw off the blankets with a dramatic huff. "Fiiine. I hate it when you're right."

Loki chuckles and grabs a robe as he stands, handing another to you.

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First things first when you get in the elevator. "FRIDAY, please preheat the ovens for kolaches and turnovers, then check the A-Team agenda and load orders for whoever's on call to the POS."

You can't fault Tony's design; two separate confection ovens, freezer and refrigerator on a vertical conveyor. The contraption stands in the back of your circular kiosk cafe along with a cooling/rising rack, sink, employee entrance, and ample counter space.

Nearest the lobby doors sit the POS station, espresso machines, grab&go fridge, and pastry display. In addition to base cabinets, there's bulk storage accessible via elevator to the garage level. With a voice command to FRIDAY, a central circle in the floor descends while a safety barrier ascends into the workspace.

Plenty of square footage for three people, and on a Monday you need all the help you can get.

Chrysa clocks in with a muttered "Morning" as you're reviewing the Avengers' order:

Medium red eye, black - 'Nat's home from her mission and there's a morning debrief.'

Large dark roast with a shot of DynaPep - 'Tony, apparently trying to kill himself after a night of post-mission "tinkering."'

Extra large cup of Joe, extra cream and an order of mixed pastries - 'Steve got his run in and feels guilty about the early debrief.'

Small cocoa with cinnamon and extra whip - 'Peter's going to be late for school. Really, Steve needs to put that kid's education first.'

Medium Dutch apple pie a la mode latte - 'Thor, making his way through the seasonal menu.'

Extra large dirty chai - 'Scott just got into town.'

You notice a distinct lack of Earl Grey with excessive honey - 'Loki went back to bed. Dick.'

The next few hours are busy, as to be expected. They have you, Chrysa and Dementy rushing around, baking, steaming, and ringing up customers as quickly as possible.

Things begin to slow by 9:30, and around 10 Wanda wanders down in sweats and clogs, a maroon hoodie covering her unbrushed hair.

You start on her turek as soon as you see her. "Hey, what would you like for breakfast? And weren't you supposed to be at the debrief this morning?"

"Hmm...a pumpkin muffin," she smirks. "I popped my head out, told the kid to keep his mouth shut, and bewitched Steve to think I was there before going back to bed.

"I'm not getting up after three hours sleep just to tell Steve everything went as planned."

"What about Nat and Tony?" you ask.

"Stark sent Mark 93 and Nat doesn't sleep half the time anyway."

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Wednesday afternoon finds you at a boutique with Nat, Wanda, and Hope, who's visiting for the annual gala. The latter, focused as always, has chosen six sleek, black, barely differentiated dresses and hovers with them hanging over her shoulder while the rest of you decide.

"I can't believe it's been a year since we met," you say as you hold a one-shoulder gown against yourself in the mirror.

"You should try that one on," Nat says, her sultry voice soft but insistent. "It has been a year, hasn't it? So this is a particularly special gala. Is that why you're only looking at dresses in Loki's colors?"

You grin down at the gold taffeta. "Partially. It's more a feeling he's going to do something especially dramatic? I don't know what, exactly, but I haven't seen him this cagy since my birthday. He sent half the people in Times Square to his pocket dimension because I turned down the street before the flash mob was in place."

Wanda snickers.

"You're kidding!" says Hope.

"No," Nat replies, "There was a huge fallout when Steve got back from his 'emergency mission.' Something about 'We don't know if pocket dimensions are safe for humans...that's abduction...what if someone had gotten hurt?!'"

"And don't forget," adds Wanna, "'If you're so concerned, Rogers, I'm happy to send you in there to create safety protocols. We could all use the break from your incessant nagging.'"

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You were going to spend Saturday lounging around the flat until you needed to get ready, but Wanda had different plans. She insisted you and the rest of the girls all have a spa day. Thus, in the late afternoon you're stepping off the elevator on your floor with goodbyes to Nat, Shuri, Wanda, Hope and Pepper.

You open the door to find Loki already dressed and pacing nervously in the front room. His curls are raked in lines from the many times he's run his fingers along his scalp. "Loki?" you say. He freezes like a child caught sneaking candy, a hand shooting to his breast pocket before he takes a breath to steady himself. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes," he attempts a carefree smile. "Of course, darling, everything is wonderful. I...uh, I was just concerned you might not make it back in time to get ready."

You raise an eyebrow, amused by his ironically poor lie. "You do realize we don't have to be downstairs for another two hours, right?" Cupping his cheeks, you pull him down to kiss him. "Whatever it is you're so nervous about, I promise it will be ok. God or not, no one is perfect, and I'm not going anywhere."

He calms a bit. "Right. Well, I'm just going to, ah, see if Stark needs any help getting things organized." He checks his pocket again before rushing out the door.

You do your hair and makeup, wandering around the bedroom in only shoes and panties as your gown simply isn't bra-friendly. You're unhooking the dress from its hanger when you hear the front door open.

"Great timing," you call out. "I'm going to need help with this zipper."

Loki enters the room. "Ravishing as always, darling," he grins at your bare chest. "I could help with a lot more than your zipper, you know."

"Says the god who was worried we'd be late?" You smirk.

"Right," he chuckles. "Let's get you into that so I can get you out of it later."

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The event space is nearly unrecognizable; Tony's modern minimalism nowhere to be seen.

The chrome columns are covered in black silk, green velvet held against them in sandglass form by thick gold cords. Grand chandeliers twinkle from the high ceilings, alight with five thousand candle flames. A brass quintet sits atop a raised stage opposite the bar, the dance floor spread between them.

"You weren't kidding when you said you'd help Stark," you smile, nodding at the decor. "It's very you." Standing on your toes, you give his cheek a peck.

"Thank you," he takes a steadying breath. "Shall we, er, have a drink? Perhaps some appetizers? Oh look! There's T'Challa and Shuri catching up with my brother. Why don't you join them while I find us sustenance."

You wander over to the group, letting your anxious lover gather food. "Hey," you greet, lightly grazing Shuri's shoulder as you siddle between her and T'Challa.

The king greets you with a tight hug. "It has been far too long. You have to come visit us in Wakanda.

"Okoye keeps talking about getting a Starbucks, but I told her there's better coffee to be had from international sources."

Thor lights up as his brother joins the group, handing you a cocktail and a plate of hors d'oeuvres. "Are you ready?" he asks Loki, a shiteating grin on his face.

"Will you desist?!" Loki says through gritted teeth, attempting to surreptitiously stomp on his brother's toes.

You pop a stuffed mushroom in your mouth and pretend not to notice while you listen to Shuri describe her latest invention. As your discussion of the device begins to dwindle, you hear the opening notes of a familiar waltz.

Loki clears his throat, his hand extended. "May I?"

You take it and he leads you to the dance floor. You can't take your eyes off him. His floor craft is perfection as together you dance smoothly through the other couples.

You know not just the steps, but how he'll take them, making reflexive shifts in your footwork to blend precisely into his.

His hands are comforting as he holds you, his natural scent like burning pine and fresh snow. His vibrant green eyes are full of awe of you and the glowing adoration reflected on your face.

When the song ends, he spins you to the center of the dancefloor. Your skirt settles and you find him kneeling as he holds your hand and a stunning emerald ring.

"Darling," he looks at you with batted breath. "Will you do me the honor of being my princess?"

"Loki, oh my god! Yes, yes, of course I will. Nothing could make me happier!" As soon as he slips the ring on, you pull him into a fervent kiss and the band strikes up the wedding march. You know that wherever you are, so long as you're with him, you'll be home.

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Book of Karma : Prologue

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Word count : 1, 058 words

Pairings : none, gender fluid! AFAB! gn! reader

TW: Canon typical violence, may be OOC, canon divergence, reader is referred by their "persona" Athena, reader is referred twice as a girl, no beta we die like men, gun mention

The steady stream of people flowed, some walking quietly, some hurrying, some standing, and all going about their day, oblivious to anything else. Oblivious to the sniper watching them, to the rifle pointed at their heads. It made me chuckle, how unaware they were of their surroundings. With a sigh I stood and put the rifle in its case, opening the roof door and sliding down the stairs’ railing. After all I was bound to be nothing but a child they said. In my previous 17 years of life I had never had fun; it was my time to catch up on that. I was set on making the most of my new found freedom. I wasn’t about to let anyone tell me what to do.

But once I reached the end of the spiral stairs my giddiness faded to be replaced by a simple stern expression. I pulled my hood over my face and fixed my long wig underneath it, thinking about how I would soon have to move again. I was always either running from The Program or the authorities. I found it to be such a shame; Amsterdam was quite the beautiful city.

I was walking calmly when something, or rather someone, caught my eye. A tall blonde man had just walked past me. To anyone else it would’ve seemed completely normal, nothing about him stood out to people. But to me he was a nightmare, a tall, handsome, dangerous nightmare. To me he meant that the Program had already caught up to me, a lot sooner than I thought. I may not be good at remembering people, but I had made sure to never forget their faces.

The gears started turning in my head as I started making a plan, if I ran now I would look suspicious. I hoped he hadn’t actually noticed me, but mostly that he was here for another mission than catching me. So I kept walking towards my current safe house.

On my rush home I ended up hitting what I thought was a wall in the middle of the street but ended up being just a muscular man. When I looked up to apologize I noticed the bucket hat and the kind smile, but also the dog tags hanging from his neck. And when I looked back down I noticed the gun on his hip and military stance, confirming my suspicions. I quickly marked him as a threat in my mind: Bucket hat man: Level two threat.

After finally apologizing I looked back at my feet and kept walking towards the safe house. I finally reached it and slammed the door open, throwing my rifle and bag on the floor and taking a deep breath. I then rushed to open my laptop and buy a ticket to Berlin, picking one of my fake ID’s. If I wanted to move, I had to move quickly. I grabbed my bag and threw my clothes and food in it.

Once the ticket was downloaded I snapped my laptop closed, took another deep breath, slid one of my guns in the inside of my waistband, put my laptop in my bad, grabbed it all and left silently, leaving an empty house in which, seemingly, no one ever lived in.

The team sat in front of Laswell, all with different levels of attention but at least some. “Your mission is to retrieve The Reaper alive before-” She checked the file and grimaced, a gender fluid shape shifting (AN: we all know we’re shape shifters) target was the last thing they needed, with them already being an elite spy it made the task more difficult. “…they…fall on enemy hands, in this case Russian. Our Intel says they’ve been spotted in a plane to Berlin; let’s hope they’re planning on staying there. It also says that they move every four days, so you need to be quick. As far as we’re aware they have stayed always in European and Asian continent.”

She threw the file on the table, sliding it towards the Captain. “Name: Unknown, presumed: Athena Noctet, Age: Unknown, Gender: Fluid, Sex: Female, She’s an administrative ghost. The only thing we have about them is a presumed name, but even that changes every now and then. They’re a headache, and you have the honour of trying to catch them. Alive.” She insisted on that point. They needed the Reaper alive no matter what.

When he opened the file he was amused by the amount of emptiness in it. There was no image and a hell lot of unknowns. He was also amused by the amount of censure on the translated Russian document. They talked about birth and modifications but any detail on it was blacked out. He flipped more papers on random information until he noticed an envelope of pictures. He emptied it on the table for his team to see and immediately recognized the face of the girl he bumped with in Amsterdam, when he was following the blonde Huntsman.

“They look young” He noticed.

“Don’t let their appearance fool you. They might be young but I can assure you their mind is well beyond their age.” She warned.

He continued flipping through the pictures, they were mostly security footage or drone pictures and their face was generally covered. Apart from a signature amused smile always plastered in their expression. In one they were sitting in a café in Paris, a cap over their eyes. In another one, still in the same place, they were raising their drink towards the camera in a sort of mocking greeting.

Two other pictures caught his eye. One where they were at a party, luxurious and revealing dress on and hands all over an older man’s body .One of her hands was deep in the man’s pocket and in the next image they stood proudly, waving the wallet they had taken to the camera. The second one was the only one where they were dressed in an expensive suit, hair cut short, makeup accentuating their masculine features but still the same sharp cat eyeliner. If Price didn’t know better he would think that this picture had no reason to be there with the others, but the glint in their eyes and the smile they wore only belonged to them. Their fluidity was bound to be a problem.

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sxtvrns · 1 year

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P: Tetsuya Kuroko x Fem!Reader

S: Your last year of junior high may have not been the smartest time to start going out with Tetsu. Puppy love was fragile with the transition into high school meaning potentially going separate ways, but the sport that brought you together in the past brings you closer after finding out your boyfriend is going to the same school as you.

W: fluff, knb spoilers, a tad bit rushed, goes over first bit of first season, bare minimum of basketball knowledge

N: Y/N is your first name, L/N is your last name. Words in quotation marks and italics are thoughts. I’ve only watched the first season so far but me and my friend have been screaming at every single competitive game. Giving the blueberry some love since he deserves it. I’ve been wanting to get this out of my drafts since the Suga blurb did so well.

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A tall man with red hair lingers at the basketball club recruitment table for a moment, writing something down before walking away. “Are you sure you don’t have any questions for them, Tetsu?” You ask, looking at your practically invisible boyfriend.

“No. I’d rather you do all the talking.” He says, dragging you along with him to the table. They don’t seem to notice him standing right beside you, their attention focused on you. “Hi! Are you looking to sign up for the basketball club?” The girl asks, an eager smile on her face. “I don’t think this school has a girl’s team... but I was just wondering if there were manager spots open.”

‘She’s so pretty… is she really a first year?’

She looks at you with a glimmer in her eyes, her clasping your hands together while jumping up and down. “Yes! Yes, absolutely– we could definitely use a manager. Do you have the sheet?” Her hands are practically begging to receive the document. “Riko, calm down…” The man seated beside her says, you taking the pen from the clipboard and writing down some extra details before giving her the paper.

You check for Kuroko’s sheet on the desk, him simply lingering behind you with a gentle grip on your wrist. “Thank you so much, we’ll see you at practice!” She exclaims, a dead giveaway that you made it onto the team.

“Yo, you forgot this club request.” Koga says, handing his coach the sheet. “Oh, sorry. Tetsuya Kuroko… huh?” Riko’s suddenly shaken by her team captain, him nearly crumpling your sheet. “What’s going on with you? Calm down, seriously!” She says, Hyuga completely ignoring her. “She’s– that girl is from Teiko!”

“Huh!?” Riko then looks back at the sheet she was holding in her hand, being left equally shocked. “This guy’s also from the Teiko basketball club! If they’re both first years, then they must be from the Generation of Miracles!” She suddenly slams her head down on the desk, wailing. “Ugh, why can’t I remember that golden egg’s face?”

“Tetsu, they didn’t even notice you. I know it’s a part of your whole thing and all, but sometimes it gets to me, how you’re always… ignored.” Both of you trail behind the tall, red headed man from earlier, Tetsu’s grip moving from your wrist to your hand. “It’s okay, Y/N. I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be fine. I like it when you’re the only one that sees me.”

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“Aida!” You greet from the door, Tetsu holding onto your hand as you walk towards her. Given his lack of presence, he didn’t seem to be worried about keeping your relationship a secret. If something happens, it happens. If they find out about you two, then they find out. “L/N! Welcome! I’m so glad we have a manager this year; it’s gonna be so fun having another girl on the team!”

“Are you the coach? Or is there someone else?” You ask, looking around the mostly empty gym. “I’m the coach! Everyone thinks I’m the manager all the time…” She sighs, understanding why one would assume so. Aida is pulled aside by one of the boys, leaving you to observe the rest of the players.

“Y/N, where do I go?” Tetsu asks, also staring at the players. “Go with them. Line up.” He nods, letting go of your hand and going to join the players. He doesn’t say anything, mostly because he’s being ignored but even so, you felt a little bad.

“Hey, isn’t the manager cute?” Furihata whispers. “I think she’s in our year. She’s kinda sexy.” Kawahara replies, both of the boys being punched in the back of the heads by Hyuga. “Morons.” Aida introduces herself, her true position on the team coaxing gasps out of everyone. “Listen up!” She yells, attention being brought to you.

“Y/N L/N. I’m the basketball club manager this year.” You introduce, feeling awkward saying your own name. “L/N, is this your first year managing?” Someone asks, you shaking your head no. “I managed for Teiko in junior high. I’ve played a bit of basketball myself.”

Aida then takes the stage from there after gasps could lead to more questions, her first order a strange one that caught you off guard. Your eyes darted towards her and shifted between her and Tetsu repeatedly, realizing he never took his shirt off.

“Aida, you forgot someone.” Everyone seems to give you a confused look. “What? Who?” You point at Kuroko. It isn’t until he fully introduces himself that everyone finally notices, the fact that he was also part of the Generation of Miracles suddenly relevant. To your demise, no one seemed to believe him.

Practice was more of an introductory to the members and program, for there was no actual playing involved. You met with Tetsu outside the gym, his hand fitting with yours. It was a small but meaningful gesture and almost the only one that he did to express affection. “Y/N, are you okay with walking alone?” He says after his attention was suddenly brought to something else.

“I am, are you?”

He nods, giving you a hug before walking the opposite direction.

Sometimes you can’t tell what your boyfriend is thinking.

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“A practice game? With the second years?” You ask, dribbling the game ball. “Just so they get a feel for who they’re playing with. I also wanna see how the first years do, so I can coach them better.” Aida explains, watching you dribble the basketball. “You said you played, right? Unfortunate we don’t have a girls team.”

You shrug. “I was good.” She cocks an eyebrow, now curious. “How good?” Her arms are crossed, her intense stare focused on you. You crouch, dribbling the ball in between your legs followed by a behind the back, approaching the net with solid dribbles, running under to make a reverse layup.

“I obviously can’t dunk, but…” You quickly run out to the three point line, the spin on your shot so perfect that it goes in swiftly, rolling back to you. “I was taught some things at Teiko.” Aida’s mouth hangs open, the sight of her frozen nearly scaring you. “You’re amazing! Why’d you quit?” She took the ball from you. “It wasn’t something I enjoyed. I don’t want my whole life to revolve around doing something that I didn’t want to do.”

“I can understand that.” She says, yelling at the boys that walked in to hurry up. Hyuga ruffles your hair out of nowhere. “We got a sharpshooter!” He goes to talk to the coach, Tetsu appearing beside you. “When will you teach me how to shoot?” His head rests on top of yours, making you giggle. “When you actually pay attention when I try to. You’re always spacing out.”

“I do not.”

“You know I read you better than anyone else. Yes, you do. Now go join your team. I’ll be with Aida.” You hand him a penny jersey, noticing him reluctantly walk away from you to linger behind the red haired boy, who you found out was Kagami, his presence not noticed by his team like usual. Even when the game started, it was like they couldn’t see Tetsu the entire time. Kagami took the lead the entire time, dunk after dunk.

It wasn’t until Tetsu actually said something for once that the first years finally noticed him. In fact, everyone finally noticed him when he was under fire from Kagami.

“Hey!” Your voice booms across the gym, your stare hard and cold at the tall boy. “Drop it.” You add, the first years suddenly freezing up and going back to the game. Aida’s eyes are wide at their instant submission, surprised at the power you seem to hold despite it being only the second practice.

You cheer after he finally pulled off his ghost touch pass for the first time, the trick being pulled off again and again there on. You changed the score with such enthusiasm, Aida had to remind you twice to do so. The takeback practically had your heart racing at the end, giving a gleeful double high five to Tetsu before taking the pennies back.

Aida saw both you and Kuroko out of the corner of her eye as she was putting away the small scoreboard, your head resting against his arm for a brief moment. She didn’t think anything of it, while the second year players thought otherwise.

Meanwhile Tetsu held your hand as you walked across the street, stating that he deserved a treat for winning the practice game today. It worked out since you were also hungry, having a small lunch today. He waited at a table booth while you ordered, his signature vanilla shake and a burger and fries for you.

You sat beside him, Tetsu talking about his classes that day while sipping on his drink to let you eat without interruptions. It was nice having something he didn’t share with others; Tetsu’s talkative side mostly reserved for situations when it was just you two. Otherwise, he was never this chatty with people.

Someone suddenly sits down in front of you, the amount of burgers on their tray making your eyes go wide. Only then you realize that it’s…

“Kagami?” His head perks up at the sound of his name, eyes on you first before he sees Kuroko beside you. He nearly chokes on his food, bewildered to see the two of you together. “Hello.” Kuroko greets, sipping on his drink. “Where’d you come from? What are you doing here?!” Kagami seems more surprised at the fact Kuroko was there, making you the invisible one.

“I was sitting here first. Me and my girlfriend stopped by to eat. I like this place’s vanilla shakes.” The sudden mention of the label makes your face heat up and hide your face in his shoulder. “Tetsu…” He looks at you, confused. “What? Are you not?” You really don’t feel like dumbing it down in front of Kagami. “I am, but it was so sudden.”

“Girlfriend?! You two are dating!?” Kuroko nods, taking a fry from you. “Hey, hands off. If you wanted fries, you should’ve told me.” He pouts, Kagami sighing. “Here.” He tosses Kuroko a burger while you check your phone, the time having you rush to grab your things.

“What’s wrong?” Tetsu asks, watching you scurry. “I really need to get home. I don’t want my mom to ground me. Are you gonna walk with Kagami?” You feel like a parent, asking who your boyfriend is with. “Maybe, but I can walk alone. Text me when you get home.” His hand glides over yours as you both say your goodbyes, Kagami there to witness the whole thing.

“I feel like I’m interrupting something.”

“You aren’t. What were you saying?”

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The sliding door opens, the person you’re looking for happily sipping on a milk carton with her head in the clouds. Tetsu then strays from you, standing at the side of her desk. “I’d like an official club membership form.” He says with no greeting, Aida spitting her drink everywhere. You have to stifle a laugh to avoid her from flaming up at you.

“Geez, Kuroko, you came out of nowhere!” Aida wipes down her desk, noticing you standing by the door. “I was standing here the whole time.” She sighs, reaching into her bag and pulling out a sheet of paper, handing it to him. “I’ll only accept the forms Monday at 8:40 on the roof.” Kuroko nods, meeting you at the door. “Thank you.” He says before sliding the door shut.

An article posted outside the library catches your attention, Tetsu stopping beside you to read it. It was their debut in a tournament from last year, which displayed and wrote about Seirin’s excellency for a now school. “They’re good.” You say, mostly to yourself, hearing your boyfriend huff in response.

“Hey L/N.” Kagami greets, stopping to read the article as well. “He wasn’t kidding.” His eyes scanned over the article, eyes mostly drawn to the two images on the sides. “Yes, they’re strong.” Kuroko says, making him jump.

“What is wrong with you?! Stop coming out of nowhere!” Kagami seems to completely forget about your presence, only focusing on Tetsu when he shushes him and points at the sign for the library. He grabs his head, threatening to beat him up until you whack him in the gut. “Stop that.” You say, walking away with Tetsu while Kagami doesn’t seem to notice.

For as long as you’ve been hanging out with Tetsu, he’s been quite antsy waiting for Monday, mostly worried about forgetting the whole ordeal on the roof. He couldn’t forget with how much he was thinking about it. The whole thing being 5 minutes before the morning assembly was your only concern. You stood beside Aida on the roof, the first years lined up in front of her as she makes a motivational speech for them.

Frankly, you thought it was too early in the morning for this.

“Give me your year, class, name, and your goal for this term and announce it to the entire student body! If you fail to achieve them, you’ll come back up here, strip naked and confess your feelings for the girl you love.” That last part definitely caught you off guard, knowing Tetsu was either unwilling to be so bold or work his ass off in order to avoid the humiliation.

“I have a question.” Kuroko raises his hand, Aida giving him permission to speak. “Since I’m dating Y/N, do I have to comply with the punishments in front of her?” The coach’s eyes go wide while you’re left with a hot face, flustered, practically informing part of the team of your relationship with him. Kagami was simply surprised at his boldness while the other three were yelling in shock.

“You’re dating L/N!?”

“Since when?!”

Aida blew her whistle, the three shutting up and standing still. “I suppose… that works. It’s only fair.” Tetsu was calm and collected about everything, but this? How could he be so reserved when he just agreed to go nude in front of you if he wasn’t a good player?

Something felt off while the players yelled, the students staring up at the balcony rather than paying attention to the assembly. You moved from the rail to the side of the entrance where no one could see you, Aida letting you be since Tetsu was the last person to go.

He never went, those in sight being ridiculed by staff while you stayed hidden, holding in your laughs. You’d rather be yelled at by the coach than an actual teacher.

You met with Tetsu after school, him placing a hand on your shoulder before asking you something. “Again? Really? Fine, but you’re gonna be alone this time. I have to go home.” He sighs defeatedly, giving you a hug. “Text me.” You nod, going ahead while Tetsu walks into the diner.

You wonder if Tetsu was ever going to announce his goal publicly after receiving a text from him that reminded you of the whole ordeal. After running into Kagami on the way to class, you both enter the room to see students lined up against the windows, seemingly looking at something outside. You make room for yourself and the tall player and notice writing on the field outside.

We will be the best in Japan

You turn around and see Tetsu standing behind you, looking at you before saying, “I’ll do it for the school, for the team, and I’ll do it for you.” You try to say something, but to know you’re one of his motivations for such a difficult goal made you fall in love with him even more. You hugged him, making him jump a little bit before he hugged you back.

Luckily everybody was too focused on the field that nobody noticed you two, besides Kagami. He simply gave Kuroko a thumbs up.

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“Ryō?” You mutter, noticing him sitting on the stage with a line of girls going out the door. You didn’t pay attention to the coach, the only important thing she was saying being a practice game against Kaijo High anyways. Tetsu would remember. You walk over, catching Kise’s attention. He says something to the girls that you can’t make out.

“Is that Y/N L/N? The former manager of Teiko Middle School Basketball Club?” He asks in an overdramatic tone, jumping down from the stage to meet you. “What are you doing here?” You ask, a pout appearing on Ryō’s face. “Wow, not even a hello to your older brother? We haven’t seen each other in ages! Where’s Kurokocchi?” His eyes eventually land on Tetsu. “It’s good to see you again.” Tetsu says.

“Brother?!” The team yells.

“No. Everyone called them ‘practical siblings’ in middle school since Y/N was always scolding him.” Kuroko explains.

“Good to see you, too,” Kise replies. “Going back to your informal greeting, Y/N-cchi, when I heard our next opponent was Seirin, I remembered you two went here, so I came by to say hello. And besides, the three of us got along best in middle school.” You scoff, hitting him in the side. “You sure about that?”

“You haven’t changed at all! Still so mean…” He fake cries.

“I’m staying that way.”

“‘Ryōta Kise. Though he started basketball his second year of middle school, his exceptional physical ability and sense got him on the Teiko team as a regular in a heartbeat.” Furihata says, the article having you feel sympathy for Tetsu. He never got his own personalized interview for that magazine, and every time it comes up, you can’t help but feel bad for your boyfriend.

You obviously care more than Tetsu does.

“That article exaggerated quite a bit, y’know? I’m glad to be called part of the Generation of Miracles but I’m the worst of the bunch.” Kise says. “You really are.” You joke, him shoving you. “Don’t make me feel worse about it than I already do!” He cries. You laugh at him, seeing the almost angry look on Kagami’s face, who stood at a distance.

You never really knew what was going on in Kagami’s head, so you assumed that he wasn’t really angry. If anything, that was his excited face.“Kise, get out of here, practice is still going on.” You nudge him repeatedly in the side. “Aw, why?” He drags out the ‘y’, pouting. “Do you not miss me? I wanna know what you’ve been up to!”

“I’ll talk to you at the game, okay? Just get out, you’re interrupting.” You shove him away from the team.

Aida begins to intervene. “Actually, we still have 5 minutes left–“

“Do you really want this idiot having full knowledge of our plays to inform his coach about?”

“Hey, I am not an idiot!”

Aida looks at you bickering with the Kaijo player before sighing, “Well, I guess we can cut it short for today–“ Suddenly, a ball is thrown at him, everyone turning to Kagami after seeing where it came from.

And the rest of practice consisted of you shoving Kise out of the gym after his little scrimmage against Kagami.

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One of the things that was going on in the minds of the benched Kaijo players’ mind was:

‘Damn, Seirin’s manager is cute!’

Meanwhile you were thinking…

That was one hell of a block.

Kagami practically climbed into the air, pushing himself up with Tetsu’s head and blocking Kise’s three-pointer.

“Fast break!” Kagami shouts, prompting everyone on the court to turn around. Kise turns around quickly, not paying attention to his surroundings, his hand whacking Kuroko in the face.

“Te– Kuroko!”

He falls back, lucky to not have hit his head. You look at Aida, who’s attention is on the injured player. You try to run to him while she’s distracted, but grabs and holds you back from going onto the court. He gets up slowly, footsteps uneven with his eyes focused on the ground.

Kagami and Hyūga check up on him, everything supposedly going okay until Tetsu collapses onto the ground. Only then do you realize that he’s bleeding. You break free from Aida’s grasp, running over to pick him up, supporting him with one of his arms around your shoulders back to the bench.

“Y/N-cchi…!” Kise merely looks at the two of you, your backs facing him. “I didn’t mean for this to happen– I’m sorry.” Your head turns just enough for you to see him out of the corner of your eye. “Don’t apologize to me. If this ever happens again, I’m going to rip your piercings out of your ears.” You threaten, walking away. Kise knows that you joke around when you say things like that, but you sounded completely serious this time.

For once, he was intimidated by your unknown sarcasm.

Tetsu laid on a mat behind the bench, bandages wrapped around his head, a bit of dried blood here and there but nothing too drastic. For the rest of the second quarter and a bit of the third, you stayed by his side, holding his hand and keeping your ears open for anything important the coach had to say when the game was paused. Aida kept track of points, rebounds and assists for you while you tended to an unconscious Kuroko. After a bit, you feel a squeeze on your hand, noticing that Tetsu’s eyes opened a little bit.

He tries to get up, but you usher him to lay back down for a bit, noticing he’s visibly tired. “Are you okay? Does your head hurt? Do you need anything?” You ask him these questions knowing he may not have been in the best state to comprehend all of them. “Have you been sitting with me this whole time? You should be working.” He says, looking at the benched team members.

“I did help a bit during halftime. Aida let me stay with you, said she needed someone to watch over you.” A smile grows on your face knowing that he’s okay. You’re still concerned. “Are you still gonna play?” You ask. “Yes.”

Tetsu was a persistent person, so whatever he says he will or will not do is the thing that sticks through. But knowing he was going to play after getting hurt? It scared you. “I’ll be okay. If I get hurt again, you’ll be there to help me. Please don’t worry.” He sits up, his hands cupping your face. He pulls your face towards his, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

There’s too many things going on right now. Your heart is racing, your face is hot, you feel so giddy but also so surprised. That was the first time he ever… kissed your cheek. He didn’t care if anyone was looking. He didn’t even care if no one or everyone saw, he just did it.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” You’re left stunned while he looks at you confused. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine, I’m great!” You get up, brushing off your skirt and helping Tetsu up. He pats your head, walking over to Aida to let himself back into the game.

For the rest of the game, you can’t help but think of how gentle he was when he cupped your face. How his kiss was soft and sweet on your cheek, He might’ve noticed how warm your face was, but if he did, he would’ve called you out for it. Your hand rested on the cheek where he kissed you, spacing out continuously.

“Y/N! Kagami scored again!” Aida yells, prompting you to mark it down on the clipboard. “Geez, what’s gotten into you? First Kuroko, now you?” You giggle while your hand rests on your cheek again, Aida knocking you on the head so you could pay attention.

You’re thankful that she did, because you got to witness your team’s first win. Even if it was only a practice game.

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They worked hard for it. They deserved it.

You even witnessed Kise cry for the first time. Part of you feels bad for him, but the other part is glad karma has done its job. It may have been an accident, but it still pissed you off.

Quiet mutters come from the spectators up on the balconies.

You cry out a celebratory roar from the bench, Kagami following right after. The third years return Aida’s thumbs up, while she jumps after feeling a pair of arms wrap around her. “We did it! We won, Aida!” She has no idea how to react, resorting to resting her arm and patting you on the back.

Tetsu breathing heavily on the court catches your eye. Sweat drips from his forehead as he pants, but weirdly enough, he looked handsome.

After the winning declaration, you swear you’ve never seen Coach glow with such brightness before. She’s practically beaming. Tetsu sits down on the bench while you hold his towel, wiping the sweat off his face and checking his bandages. His face rests in your hand, while your eyes scan over the bandages. “We’re gonna go to the hospital after this. I don’t wanna risk anything.” He nods, leaning in to have his forehead touching yours.

You’re hiding the fact you’re freaking out very well since he isn’t saying anything.

“I’m going to kill Ryō.” You laugh. “Don’t do that. It’s not his fault.” You pull away first, getting up to get the sheet from the scorekeepers. Kise appears at the table as well, taking the other sheet. “Y/N-cchi, can I talk to you?” He asks. You don’t say anything but nod, following him out of the gym. Tetsu watches you walk off, unsure of how he should feel at the sight of the two of you together.

Alone.

“You and Kurokocchi are going out? I never thought he’d really own up to it.” You freeze, having to run to catch up with Kise. “Wha– how did you know? What do you mean by that?” He scoffs, stopping at an outside faucet. “I don’t think a manager would run onto the court for any boy, like him or not.”

You don’t respond, your phone buzzing in your small bag. “How long?” Kise asks before turning the faucet on to splash his face. “Since January.”

Tetsu had been the one to make the first move. At first, you were worried about the opinions of other people; your parents, your friends, Satsuki. You slowly started to realize that he didn’t care what others thought. He liked you and confessed to you for a reason. He’s done things with you he wouldn’t dare to do with another person. It showed how much he trusted you, and your face goes warm every time you think about it.

“He never showed you off in middle school like he did in the game today.”

“Tetsu mostly kept it a secret from you guys. He was… wary around Satsuki. It was harder since I hung out with her a lot. Otherwise, he was open about it when all of you weren’t around.”

“So he’s been kissing you at school and I’m just never there to see it?”

A rush of heat grows onto your face, making you hit Kise in the stomach. “We have not! You are so ridiculous…” Your phone buzzes again, this time you check who it is. A bunch of texts from Tetsu appear on your screen, a few calls as well.

Y/N

Where are you?

Please come back, we’re waiting for you

I miss you

Please hurry

Y/N

Don’t ignore me

I know you’re holding your phone right now

Please pick up

I’m getting worried

Coach is getting frustrated

“He’s really hung up on you, huh? He’s liked you since October, y’know. He always came to me for advice or just to talk to me about you.” Kise laughs at the memory. “Really?”

“Yeah! He’d say, ‘Y/N is so pretty’ or, ‘Y/N looks really good today’. He said you looked good every day, actually.” Your brain goes into overdrive, the thought of being admired like that seeming unreal. “We should keep in touch! I’ll give you my number.” He holds his hand out, you tossing him your phone. “Make it quick.”

Kise punches in his phone number, handing you back your phone. “See you at the Inter-High!” He waves, watching you walk away. You meet up with the team, Tetsu welcoming you back with open arms. “What took you so long? Is everything alright?” He questions, holding your hand. “Ryō wanted to talk to me. He found out we were dating.”

Tetsu tenses up a little bit. “He didn’t… tell you anything, did he?”

‘He’d say, ‘Y/N is so pretty’ or, ‘Y/N looks really good today’. He said you looked good every day, actually.’

“Well… he may or may not have said one thing.”

Tetsu suddenly jerks, covering his face with his other hand. It’s one of the only times you’ve seen him embarrassed, but really, it makes you laugh. His face is a bit red and he refuses to make eye contact with you, avoiding your gaze.

“What did he tell you?”

“That you talked about me every day with him.”

“Oh, that’s not… I thought he told you something else.”

“Like what?” Tetsu doesn’t respond, simply walking along like he didn’t hear your question. “Tetsu, don’t ignore me, now I’m curious!” You shake him slightly, emitting a giggle from him. “You know that love note you got in your bag that you wouldn’t stop talking about?”

“The one I got the day before Christmas break?” He nods. “That was me. I wanted to be the one to tell you about it, not Kise.” That’s why he seemed a bit antsy earlier at the mention of Kise saying something. “I reread that note over and over again for a week trying to figure out who wrote it. I have it hung up in my room.”

“I know. I saw.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I figured I’d bring it up sometime, but I didn’t know how to say it.”

He pauses, feeling you lean against him. “Why didn’t you call me that when I got hit?” He asks, leaving you confused. “Call you what?”

“Tetsu.” He refers to the moment where you called his name, being held back by the coach from running onto the court. “Ryō only knew I called you by Tetsuya before we graduated. I think he would’ve caught on if I called you that. I tried to play it safe.”

“I guess I can understand why you did that. Kise’s one to gossip.”

“I’m sorry if it hurt you.”

“It’s okay. Knowing Kise, you did the right thing.”

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“Momoi’s gonna freak when she finds out you two are a thing.”

“You aren’t going to tell her, are you?”

“No, no, I won’t. I’m sure she’ll find out on her own. Why?”

“Because I want to be the one to tell her.”

Kise freezes, surprised. ‘So bold!’

“Y-You’re really okay with her finding out?” He stutters, spinning the ball on his finger. “She knows I don’t like her back.” Kise drops his finger, catching the ball in his hand. “Well, yeah, but her and Y/N-cchi were best friends! Don’t you think she’ll feel a little hurt after knowing her best friend of her entire junior high career is going out with the guy she loves?”

Kuroko pauses, Kise passing the ball for him to catch. “Momoi needs to know. Y/N is my girlfriend, not her. She needs to accept that. Besides, Y/N’s changed. She’s tougher and isn’t afraid to confront others.”

“Hasn’t she always been like that?”

“She got into an argument with the captain and won. She’s broken through our coach’s shell multiple times. She made me run extra laps after conditioning.”

“Okay, I get your point. Still, you know Momoi. She doesn’t stop.” Kuroko shrugs. “You underestimate Y/N. If anything happens, I’ll intervene.” He says, a look only Kise could recognize on his face. “What’s wrong? You okay?” Kise hunches to look at Kuroko’s face, the doubt more visible.

“I’m fine.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. We’ll never see each other again after this, so might as well tell me now.” Kuroko sighs, embarrassed to look at his former teammate in the eye. “Is it too soon for me to make any moves on Y/N?” Kise cocks an eyebrow, catching the ball that Kuroko passed back to him. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve only been going out with Y/N for three months and I don’t wanna make her uncomfortable but… we haven’t kissed yet.” Kise nearly bursts into laughter at his worry. “I never thought that Kurokocchi would ever worry about kissing!” He giggles, getting up from the table he was sitting on. “I haven’t even gone out with anyone yet, now that I think about it. Geez, you’re one lucky guy.”

Was Kuroko’s kiss on your cheek so discreet that even Kise didn’t see it? Not even out of the corner of his eye?

“What should I do?” Kuroko asks, Kise trying to come up with a solution. “The guy always has to make the first move, remember that. You confessed to her first, so you should initiate it.”

“So do I just kiss her out of nowhere?”

“What– no! Let me finish!” Kise stutters. “You didn’t pressure her into forcing her to go out with you. She already liked you, right?” Kuroko nods, Kise going back to thinking again. “Well, I think you should… no, I know you should ask her first before you kiss her. You don’t want to pressure her into something she doesn’t want to do. If she’s ready to kiss you, then she’ll let you do it. Like how she was ready to be in a relationship with you.”

“I see.” Kuroko mutters. “If she says no, then you wait. Good boyfriends are willing to be patient. Don’t be greedy.” Kise plays around with the basketball in his hand, Kuroko’s eyes stuck on him the whole time. “You know, you give good relationship advice for someone who hasn’t had a girlfriend yet.”

“Why’d you have to say it like that?!”

“You idiot, why’d you disappear like that?” Kagami looms over Kuroko, Kise’s eyes wide.

“What are you looking at?” Kagami sneers, staring down Kise. “What is she doing?!” He panics. Kagami turns around, seeing you confronting a much older boy on the basketball court behind them. “Y/N! What’s wrong with you– get out of there!” Kagami yells to no avail, feeling a hand on his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go help.” Kise pats him, guiding him towards the court.

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“I didn’t even know you played! Why didn’t you tell any of us?” Kise wails, stretching after the win against those thugs. “Tetsu knows. I played club basketball; none of you would’ve known.” You answer, feeling Tetsu’s fingers intertwine with yours. “How come you stopped?”

“I started to hate it. It made me hate myself.” You confess, the air suddenly becoming awkward. “Sorry! You just asked, so I answered.” You laugh, embarrassed at killing the mood. “You would’ve gotten crushed playing alone. You’re lucky we were there.” Kagami scolds.

“I still think I could’ve done it on my own.” You shrug, feeling Tetsu let go of your hand. His arm then wraps around your shoulders, pulling you in a little bit. “Please be careful next time. You might’ve gotten hurt.” You blush, stuttering over your words. “Y-You’re one to talk! You ran off with Kise without even telling me!”

“Did I not text you?” You flip open your phone, showing him a message from earlier that day. He then takes out his own phone, showing that his message wasn’t delivered. “Tetsu…!” You hit him on the head, his other hand rubbing over the spot. He noticed Kise looking at the two of you, more specifically him, giving him a look and a thumbs up before being tackled by their coach on the spot.

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The day before Seirin’s first preliminary match against Shinkyō, both you and Tetsu planned for him to come over to your house, since it was closer to the meeting spot the team had planned for the following day. He’d been working hard, balancing athletics and academics, managing to stay on top of both things with your help. Sometimes Kagami tagged along with the two of you, always worried he was third-wheeling.

This time, it was just you and him. You both got home after an evening outdoor court practice since Tetsu was so antsy, luckily you weren’t out for long. You looked over your notes, taking peeks over your book when you suddenly remembered that this was your own room.

Meaning there was only one bed.

Sure, Tetsu’s stayed over before, but you always insisted on sleeping on the floor since your relationship was just starting at the time and you didn’t wanna make it awkward. But now that you two were closer, you wondered if it would change.

“Tetsu, I can sleep on the floor again if you’d like.”

“No thanks. We can share.”

…Huh? Did he really just say that?

You two would be so close if you slept in your bed together, way too close, in fact. “Are you really okay with that?” You ask, making sure you’re fully awake by pinching yourself. He nods. “I am. Are you?” You break eye contact, trying to bury your face in your book. “I mean, as long as you’re okay with it…”

He gets up and turns on the lamp by your bed, turning off the main light and sitting down next to you. Meanwhile, you’re trying not to freak out being in such close proximity with him in your bed. You’re too busy freaking out that you don’t notice him taking your notes out of your hand and putting them on your desk. “We revised yesterday. We should be okay.”

“Oh, I know, I was just… I don’t know, looking over it.” You say, Tetsu getting back under the covers. “Is this too uncomfortable for you? I can sleep on the floor.” He seems to notice your distress by making that offer. “No, no, it’s okay! I just… haven’t shared a bed with anyone before, so this is kind of… new to me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you or anything. I just figured since our previous sleepovers that this was okay.”

“It’s fine, Tetsu, really. I’ll just face the wall the entire night. I do kick in my sleep, though, just a warning.” He eyes you, his lips pursed shut for a moment. “Can I kiss you?”

“Eh…” Your face bursts into flames, flustered and shy at his sudden question. “WHAT?! Where did this come from…!?” You mutter, looking at your boyfriend’s completely monotone face. “I was told to ask you first in case you didn’t want to. Is this a no?”

“No,” you say repeatedly, panic imminent in your voice. “It was just so out of nowhere and so sudden and… I’m sorry for panicking but yes, you can kiss me but–“ Tetsu suddenly leans forward and presses his lips on yours, his hand then gently holding your jaw. Your eyes shut and so do his, your lips shifting and resting at a more comfortable position.

He pulls away, admiring every part of your face. “Is it too soon for this to happen?” He asks innocently, hand still resting on your jaw. “No. Why?” He leans in closer, your foreheads touching. “I want to do that again.” You smile, this time you initiate the kiss, planting your lips against his. This kiss was smoother, comfortable, his other hand holding you close to him as if you weren’t already close enough. Your lips glide awkwardly against his, but his follow every time you move.

Is this really what making out is?

You pull away after a few minutes, noticing the mix of disappointment and eagerness on Tetsu’s face. “We need to rest. You have a game tomorrow.” He pouts while you lean across him, turning off the lamp and laying back down. Your hands hold onto his arm while your head moves closer to his, resting on his shoulder.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Tetsu was full of surprises that night. Your heart begins to race at those three words, your face warming his shoulder. “Really? You mean it?” You feel him nod and turn his head, his chin resting atop of your head. “I understand if you aren’t ready to say it yet. I can wait.”

God, he was so patient with you, and that made you fall in love with him even more. “I love you too. Goodnight, Tetsu.” You feel him give you a peck on the top of your head, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer to him. He was so warm, his presence comforting, his hugs tight and secure, like he wanted the moment to last forever.

At the same time, he hoped the feeling of his own heart racing wouldn’t wake you up.

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You waited in the change room labelled for your school while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. You both had left early in fear of arriving late, but the crosswalks were on your side today, and you got there way earlier than you should have.

You peeked out of the room every once in a while, none of the team outside making you panic. Until you remembered that you were supposed to meet up somewhere with all of them. You frantically turn around and pull out your phone, hearing Tetsu say your name.

“I texted Kagami already. He knows.” You let out a sigh of relief and walk over to Tetsu’s side of the room, sitting down next to him and letting your head fall on his shoulder. His hand ghosts over yours for a second before he finally holds it. “Shouldn’t you get changed?”

“We have time. I want to stay with you like this for a bit.” He says. You lean into his touch, drowning yourself in the sound of your own heartbeat. Your head turns, chin perked up on his shoulder to look at him. He notices, staring deep into your eyes like he could see the thoughts behind them.

“If you’re gonna kiss me, just do it.” You mutter with a smile, Tetsu taking the hint and leaning forward to kiss you. Your lips meet, the moment so sweet that you don’t hear the door open.

The sight of many bewildered second years appears out of the corner of your eye, prompting you to pull away and hide your face. “Hello.” Tetsu greets nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just have his lips on yours earlier. A symphony of shocked cries come from the second years.

“When–?!”

“You two are dating?”

“Why did we not notice…!?”

“I thought it was obvious! Didn’t Aida tell you? Kagami?” They look at you, still stunned. “Any of the first years?” They all shake their heads, leaving you surprised at their cluelessness. “They hold hands all the time, idiots, you think that regular friends do that normally?” Kagami sneers at their obliviousness.

“To be honest, they never told us. I didn’t think Kuroko was the type to start dating so early.” Hyūga admits. “And Kagami…” He starts. “Learn to respect your upperclassmen, okay?” Kagami flinches at his captain, immediately going to claim a locker.

You kiss Tetsu on the forehead before getting up. “Get changed, okay? You got this.” Before you can leave, he grabs your wrist.

Kagami watches as his duo says something to you, making you rush out of the room.

“What did you say?” He asks.

“I’ll win this game for her.”

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well, if i ever grow old… (old with you!)

i’m needin’ your hand to hold. (just us two!) 🎧

#tetsuya kuroko #kuroko tetsuya #kuroko x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko's basketball #kuroko tetsuya x reader #fanfiction #kuroko no basket

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joelswritingmistress · 10 months

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Oh Captain, My Captain: Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: You join Joel off the beaten path for a clam bake where you spend hours talking. Will the night end as you hope?

Night was creeping in, though the last rays of sunshine glowed on the horizon. You walked side-by-side with Joel toward the beachy dead-end were you had seen the kayakers pulling up earlier. When he abruptly towed you to the left down a narrow path of sand between rows of trees, you acknowledged this was hitting every "no-no" check mark on the list.

A guy you barely knew. Check. Seclusion. Check. A couple of drinks first. Check. Unknown territory. Check.

But it also made you feel.. alive. Your heart was racing, and each time Joel looked over his shoulder it amplified that feeling inside of you. Your eyes met, you shared a smile and off you went into the darkness to parts unknown. What a rush.

You almost forgot his friends were trailing you until one of them laughed at something that the other whispered. A moment later you emerged onto another little beach. The smell of seafood hung in the air and music played from somewhere.

People of all ages were strung about the area in small groups talking around firepits that sat in holes dug out in the sand. Near a row of wooden tables where food was being served there were several kegs and tiki torches surrounding the area.

"What is this?" You asked, looking around.

"One weekend a month in the summer months we do this," Joel explained. One of his buddies parted him on the back and the two guys headed to the food tables.

You soaked it all in. The atmosphere was inviting and had the potential to be romantic. You didn't want to get ahead of yourself. Hell, you thought you were in a bit over your head.

He's so much older than me, you reminded yourself. At the same time, the thought made you shiver with pleasure for reasons unbeknownst to you.

"You like clams?" Joel asked. "If not there's burgers and dogs."

"Clams are good." You nodded and trailed him to get a plate and then filled up a cup at the keg. The two of you settled on a dock that stretched out into the ocean just out of the reach of the fire's glow.

Joel set his plate down and kicked off the flip flops he had on to let his legs dangle off the side. You mirrored his position and felt the cool chill of the water nipping at your toes.

"How long have you lived here?" You asked him.

"My whole life." He smirked and took a sip from his drink then leaned back on his hands with a sigh.

"How about the boat? How long have you worked there?"

"In some way, shape or form since I was fourteen. Started off getting paid under the table in cash," he chuckled to himself, "And then got more formal jobs. I learned how to drive the boats early on." Joel shrugged. "It's not bad."

"Do you get sick of the tourists?" You asked, drawing a chuckle from both of you.

"Honestly?" He turned and you nodded. "Sometimes. But not always. Day-to-day it can be different. Your crew was alright." Joel winked and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. The darkness hid your blush.

He then turned the questions on you. "Why don't you talk to your parents about your career? And your art?"

You scrunched your nose and looked over to him. "Because they wouldn't take it seriously." It was true. They wouldn't. And part of you thought that was okay. Another part of you felt a bit sad.

"How do you know?"

"I brought things up before, more just on a theoretical level, but it was obvious I was talking about myself." You laughed for a second and then continued. "And both my parents just dismissed it. Childlike dreams I think they repeated a few times."

"Tell that to Andy Warhol."

"You know who that is?"

Joel chuckled. "Yes, I know who that is."

"I'm sorry." You shook your head and could see he clearly didn't take offense.

"Don't be."

The two of you sighed at the same time and it caused you to look at one another. Joel was the first to smirk and it made you giggle.

"Why are you here?" Joel asked you now. Again, he took you off-guard.

"Because.." you thought for a minute and the heat fell back into your cheeks. "It seemed like fun."

"Is that all?"

You weren't used to be so put on the spot, but if you were reading the signals right you were sure Joel had the same type of interest in you that you did for him.

"And because of you." Oh no, you knew the word vomit was on its way out. "I was attracted to you when I saw you on the boat, and now that I've actually had a few conversations with you, I kind of like the decision I made to-"

"Stalk me down to the bar?" He teased.

You laughed. "I mean.. I was there first so." It made Joel laugh a little louder.

"Oh, that's right," he played along.

"You don't care that I'm in my early twenties?"

Joel grinned wide. "Do you care that I have some grays in my hair?"

"No." You smiled at him.

"Then I think we're alright."

You were right where you wanted to be. For the first time in a long time you weren't thinking about anything except living in that exact moment. You didn't think about your job or the future or any of the pressures of your daily life. You didn't think about impressing anyone, including the man you couldn't stop talking to for the better half of the night. Things just flowed. You weren't aiming to impress. You were just being you; and that seemed to reel Joel in. It was good enough. More than enough.

In fact, you hadn't realized the number of texts and the several missed calls you had from your family members until midnight was approaching.

"Shit," you said aloud to yourself, "I forgot to check in." You typed away at messages to your brother begging him to lie to your parents and say you were there with him. He agreed without much of a fight and so you managed to take a deep breath.

"Come on," Joel rose to his feet and leaned his arm in your direction. You linked yours through his. "I told you I wouldn't let you turn into a pumpkin."

You didn't want the night to end. You could've stayed there until sunrise without a care in the world. With your parents in such close quarters while on vacation, however, you did feel like you had to be in by a certain time.

Walking back down the wooded, sandy path with Joel had your heart racing again. Fantasies took over your mind again. It was everything from him turning and kissing you passionately to the two of you ravaging one another right there in the sand.

When the street by the bar came into view and none of those fantasies manifested you felt the slightest twinge of disappointment. As if anything like that was about to happen. You almost rolled your eyes at yourself.

"How far is the place you're staying?" Joel asked as the Lamp Post mermaids came into view.

"Oh, it's like two blocks straight away." You pointed down the sidewalk and the two of you continued on.

"I'll just make sure you get there safely. Not that there's a ton of crime in the vineyard."

You smiled and wanted to reach for his hand. You suddenly realized you didn't know if you'd get to see him again. It left a knotted feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Could you ask for his number? You wish he'd ask for yours.

I'll just wait and see, you thought. You didn't know if you were bold enough to ask.

A silence hasn't fallen upon the two of you all night, until the final hundred yards or so of the walk home. That was when your anxiety finally climbed after feeling so content and at ease all evening.

"It's right here," you told him, motioning to the side by side townhouses where your family was staying. You turned to him like you were expecting him to hand you a Christmas gift or something. You wanted so badly for him to ask for your number. You wanted just as badly to kiss him.

"Did you want to do something again?" Joel asked.

Yes! Yes, yes, yes!!!!! Inside you were jumping up and down.

"Yeah, I'd like that." The words came out surprisingly calm despite the tornado of joy that lingered just below the surface.

"I have to work all day but why don't you wander down for the 6:00 cruise tomorrow night. Same thing, it's our last one of the night. On the house, I'll put your name on the list."

You grinned wide and bit your lip before nodding. "Sounds good to me."

"And maybe I could get your number so you don't disappear on me."

Fuck yes. You rattled off your digits and Joel put them into his phone. It was the ending you were hoping for. Well, mostly.

"Alright, well, get inside so I know you're safe."

"Thanks, Joel." You leaned in to give him a hug and closed your eyes when your bodies connected in the warm embrace on the sidewalk. When you pulled back and the two of you were face-to-face you couldn't help yourself. He was too close. He smelled too good. His eyes looked into yours for just a second too long. And so you did it. You leaned in and you kissed Joel Miller.

NEXT CHAPTER

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hsmtmts-arrows · 7 months

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(jsyk, i'm keeping ash's pov! maybe we can write maddox's pov of this later on but can we keep ash's hehe)

silence reigns, neither of them speaking. their little camp wakes up, bit by bit, until they're all awake. nini shout-whispers that one of them should've waken someone up, but they'd shrugged in unison.

that's when the guard is finally left alone. the guy that's been staying with him for a while, a thin fuck with black hair, pats him on the shoulder, speaks to him, and leaves.

ashlyn hisses, "alright, he's gone."

"we discussed this, and you all remember the plan?" miss jenn tells them seriously, and they all nod. "alright, let's go!"

nini feeds the horses a few of their apples to keep them busy while they're gone, then mazzara claps ash on the back, jolting her, and away they go.

all eight of them rush across, and somehow the sound of their feet either doesn't register or doesn't alarm the guard (either way, he's stupid), but when he finally turns around, he shouts in alarm as eight people pretty much tackle him. well, mazzara's the one that actually tackles him, getting him on the floor and pressing some handcuffs over his wrists, and the rest stay for just to moment to make sure it's handled before rushing to the captives. ej immediately rushes to val's side, making sure she's okay before starting to cut at the ropes that bind her and ashlyn immediately drops down to her knees to see ricky.

he's not looking good, and the wound looks pretty bad, and he's definitely unconscious. ash instantly checks his pulse and sighs, her whole body filling with relief. gina immediately starts crying and tenderly brushing his hair out of his face while nini opens one of his eyes to see if they're dilated.

ash briefly looks to the side to see jenn, carlos (seb stands nearby) and, most importantly, maddox kneeling by jet's side. maddox holds her brother's face with so much tenderness.

"maddie?" ash can hear him whisper in a cracked voice.

"shh, it's me, jet." she sounds like she's close to crying, clearly keeping it together for her brother. "we're gonna get you safe, okay? we're gonna get you—"

"TAKE COVER!" seb shouts and leaps over to carlos, jenn and maddox, a second before the sound of gunshots fill the air.

ash yelps and she hears her cousin yank a close set of boxes (marked 'for cali hunters', and ash feels sick seeing it) in front of them to sheidl them; the rest pull more boxes and miss jenn hides behind a wooden chair. val herself looks very out of it, gaze distant and pretty lashes fluttering as she clearly fights for consciousness.

"shit!" ej shouts, above the sound of the gunshots, shaking val a bit to keep her awake. she whines at the discomfort of being moved, clearly not knowing what's going on. "shit, val, are you—"

gunshots from their side now, miss jenn and mr mazzara, shooting in sync as if born to fight together, and as ashlyn looks over, northern heights immediately disperse. even when lily screams for them to cover her, none of them do and instead hide behind houses to either, well, hide, or get a better vantage point. one runs away at the sight of mazzara, clearly having known him, and the black haired one sees miss jenn and blanches, dropping his gun and rushing to hide. jenn and mazzara go after those two, while nini shoots someone trying to escape in the leg. these are the people that are so fearsome? seems like in the face of their old enemies (jenn and mazzara), they have no real strength.

it takes ash a second to realize that lily's alone. no one to cover her. her people have abandoned her.

ash knows what maddox is going to do a second before she actually does. carlos shouts, "MADDOX—!" but it's too late, maddox has already set off running. lily, seeing a very angry outlaw captain running full speed towards her, visibly pales and veers off behind a building and just a moment later, maddox disappears behind it too.

ash gets up, but ej grabs her wrist. "ricky." he whispers, choked, and ash looks over and sees ricky's on the ground now, and there's a small blood pool around him and gina's sobbing—

ash swears, glancing at where maddox had vanished before running to ricky's side.

he got grazed during the fight, a tiny thing that had clearly just clipped his lower leg, but he's losing blood. gina's trying to sit him straight.

"let me." she whispers, and gina hesitates for only a moment before relinquishing her attempts. ash rips off part of her shirt (for the second time recently), and wraps it around his injured foot, and good news! it doesn't immediately soak through. ash lets out a deep breath and puts a hand on gina's shoulder. "he'll be alright." she tells her gently.

gina just nods, a second before there's the worst sound ashlyn has ever heard in her life, and one she never wants to hear again.

maddox screams.

(is this alright. bc i can always add more. sorry FHJRHFJHFH sorry <//3)

okay so i’m slightly ill (my head hurts like a bitch) as i type this but i still wanna give u something king JEJDJD <3:

the scream could play a key role in ashlyn's nightmares. it was horrifying. she'd never thought she'd even hear such a scream- especially from maddox. hell, she'd only been this close with maddox in the last few days, but she felt as though she'd learnt more in those few days than she had in the rest of her life so far.

she runs to the sound of the screams, leaving the others in the dust. maddox. maddox.

she didn't know what she had expected to see but fuck, it wasn't this. lily, with maddox against the wall and a hand buried into the same wound that she had stitched up only days ago. lily's hand, now bloody as the consequences of her own actions.

ashlyn doesn't need to think about this situation. no one with more than five braincells, did.

"step away, now." she held the gun in her hands and aimed it directly at lily's face. for a second, it seemed as though lily would do just that. to be in such a position, one wrong move and ash could blow her brains out, after all.

but lily's face that was once shocked, now is one that is smirking. her hand digs further into maddox and she yells again in more pain than ever before. ash holds the gun even closer to lily temple as a warning when seeing maddox's suffering continue. she never should've let her run off on her own, fuck.

"i mean it, lily." ash warns her, the safety of her gun clicking off as each second passed. "step. away." the smile that was printed across lily's face could tell a thousand words to ashlyn, yet she still wouldn't know what it meant.

as she began to move away, her fingers left the wound by maddox's side, bloodstained. maddie can't help but hiss out in agony as it all unfolds, her hand attempting to grab her side, but falling in the process.

as ash goes to move and pick up maddox, lily moves just as quickly at the same time, taking the gun out of her own holester and pointing it. ashlyn goes to hold maddox but stops once again when she sees where lily points said gun. directly at maddie.

“your turn, sheriff.” god she hated it. being the sheriff. being called sheriff. it was meant to be something great, but it was only ever half great when maddox called her it. “back off, i got places to be, and your girlfriend here is my ticket out-”

“she’s not my girlfriend-” a barely conscious maddox says under her breath. she can hardly stand, and ash couldn’t even move to help her otherwise lily could pull the trigger. fuck. shit.

“right.” lily doesn’t believe it one bit. “is that why she came running to your aid quicker than a fucking horse?” lily’s glances angrily between the two of them, “no. you may not see it now but-” a laugh escapes lily at such a terrible time as she then reaches over to grab maddox. ashlyn wants to move and stop her. take her out of lily’s hands immediately. to re stitch her wound and take her back to the village, where she could just nurse her back to health in better conditions.

she couldn’t let lily get away with it. she wouldn’t.

#yh thats all i can get out of my brain but i wanted to give u something king i’m sorry for the delay <3 #western au

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more than anything

This is the Hurt/Comfort version, the second one will becoming soon, but both are Canon. They both happen often for him, afterall.

Sammy sat alone in the cabin, double checking inventory counts and crew reports. The words ever so slightly swimming. It was going on 48 hours with no rest in sight for him. Not when Harriet had disappeared again.

She will be back, she always is. Her bloodshot blown out eyes, ever so slightly slurred words, and bruises marking her skin will always confirm to him where she was. As if Diego disappearing at the same time hadn’t already. He always followed her after all.

Until then he’ll pick up the slack. He always did. One day she’ll pay him back.

The door creaked open.

Sammy looked up, blinking spots out of his eyes, before he saw it. The mop of white hair. One of his brothers, shaking, dried tears on his cheeks.

“Silas? What’s wrong?” His voice was soft, a tone reserved only for his brothers.

Silas’s face twisted, hands wringing together before he rushed forward at a nod from Sammy.

His voice was quiet, nearly silent and cracking as the words stumbled out. “I saw her again. Saw it again.”

Sammy’s face fell, sadness creeping into his eyes at the reminder, before opening his arms, waiting for his brother to enter them before squeezing him tight. It was always hard to remember their mother. The bittersweet of the last person who had protected them. It didn’t help that the anniversary was coming up. The twins had it worse, having been what she was defending when she was killed. He hadn’t been there to protect them, had failed at the thing their mother had drilled into him since before they were even born. Even after all these years, his mother still haunted him. Whispers of pride and disgust mixing in his ears.

Silas clinged to him, tears returning to his eyes, a sob breaking free now that he felt safe.

He pulled the younger into his lap, whispering sweet nothings. “It’s okay. You’re not there anymore. I’m here now.”

His younger brother hid his face and shrunk into him, as if trying to disappear from the world.

“Would you like to stay while I finish these reports?” Feeling a nod against his neck, Sammy returned to his work.

He pored over everything, moving quickly yet effectively. His brother is a great motivator for finishing. Checking over the last of his notes, he tucked everything away according to Harriet’s system. She’ll end up “checking over it” later before implementing the necessary changes. It’s what they always did. She’s the captain afterall, the crew can’t know how much Sammy’s pulling the strings. They would mutiny, the blood too tempting for the sharks that walk across their planks.

Satisfied, Sammy stood up, making sure his now sleeping brother was secure in his arms as he walked towards his quarters where Sebastian currently slept. Well, where he assumed he was sleeping, because when he entered the room sleepy eyes blinked open.

“Sammy? Is that- is that you? Where’s Silas?”

“Shh, We are both right here Seb. It’s okay. Go back to sleep, okay?”

Watery eyes stared into his as he set Silas down. A hand reaching out for him.

“Stay. Don’t go. Please. I- I miss you.”

His heart broke a little. He had been so stressed out due to Harriet, he had neglected his brothers. He was no better than his father.

“I’m not leaving. I’ll be right here all night.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Sebastian’s hand retracted as Sammy laid beside his brothers, reaching over Silas to touch the youngest of them all, reassuring them both. Harriet may return at any moment, yet even she would understand that they came first. Family always came first.

#descendants #disney descendants #isle of the lost dead #sammy smee #silas smee #sebastian smee #squeaky smee #squirmy smee

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Me Casa es su Casa || Day Twenty-four || Albert Wesker

A/n: the theme for day 24 is voyeurism. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): S.T.A.R.S! Wesker, voyeurism, gender-neutral reader.

No Minors Allowed!

"Someone had an interesting night. I'm jealous," Richard mentions as he walks over to your side.

You hum in question.

"What do you mean?"

Poking at the mark on your neck, Richard snorts.

"You know, this hickey here."

You had forgotten. And honestly, you weren't sure it was much of a hickey, though it had looked like one. You don't remember getting it and you certainly didn't take someone home last night, or the previous night as marks had appeared on your thighs. This is the reason you had set up a camera in your bedroom and around your house; something is strange and you are going to find out what, though in a rush you did not have time to check them this morning.

"My lips are sealed," you state with a grin as you retrieve your gun and earmuffs.

Enrico had instructed the Bravo team to practice their aim in the shooting range.

"Ah, come on," Richard urges.

You grin at him and walk away.

There is no way to tell him even if you had wanted to.

Back home, you settle down on the couch with the cameras that you had put around the house. The first one you check is the living room. Nothing eventful happens for the duration of it, but around 3 in the morning, you notice a shadow enter your bedroom; your heart pounds erratically.

Switching to the other camera, you fast-forward to the allotted time and watch in horror as someone enters your room. But not just someone; it's Captain Wesker of the Alpha team. You recognize his blond hair and his uniform. What is he doing in your apartment? You watch in horror as he hovers over you for a moment, saying something the camera doesn't catch. Then, he reaches down and runs his finger over your face.

He crawls onto your sleeping frame and eases down your pants. Your eyes widen. He isn't doing what you think he is, is he? Undoing his belt, he takes out his cock and spits in his hand, coating his shaft. With your legs open, he shoves inside of you and begins to fuck you in your sleep. How did you not feel this? Or the previous time?

Your stomach churns, but not in repulsion. You can't understand it. Perhaps it's because you admire Wesker; he's an attractive man. In no way did you think he'd have a twisted interest in you. It's dark... but flattering. You hum as he leans down and kisses your neck, remaining there a moment; you imagine this is when he put the hickey onto your neck.

"Fuck sir," you utter. Arousal pours over you.

He relentlessly thrusts into you. Groaning, he pulls back and cums into his hand. You lick your lips in anticipation, wishing you had woken up. You imagine your hole was tight and eager, taking him so well.

Turning the camera off, you pout. Why doesn't he just ask to fuck you? And what can you do?

A grin comes to your face. Tonight when he comes, if he does, you are going to pretend to be asleep. You can hardly wait.

#resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #albert wesker x reader #resident evil kinktober 2022 #Albert wesker #gender neutral reader

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