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bluewxrld07 · 5 months

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Hurt My Feelings (Ethan Edwards)

Warning(s): mutual pining, angst, cheating, making out, groping/touching

Ethan Edwards x femalebff!reader (there's also a little bit of Luke Hughes x reader oops ;) )

Summary: Based off of Tate McRae's song Hurt My Feelings :)

She wears your number, but I've got what you like

She's got you right now, but I'm still on your mind

The rink was cold. It always was. No matter how many times she's sat in one, whether it was for a tournament or for just one game, she still was cold no matter what.

She was wearing her UMich gear; supporting a hockey sweatshirt in the the familiar navy blue with yellow lettering underneath her jacket, a pair of grey jogger sweats with their team logo, a UMich hat, and a pair of UMich mittens made by the famous Edwards mother herself. A gift from her two birthdays ago after learning y/n would be attending the same college with Ethan.

Y/n found her seat in the third row opposite from the benches, wrapping her blanket around her legs as she sat. Once she was situated, she looked around the arena, watching as people piled into their seats. Some making their way down to the glass to watch the boys warmups up close.

That's when her eyes stopped and did a double take, following back to the familiar head of platinum blonde hair standing right behind the glass, standing directly across the rink from where y/n was sitting. She wore the oh so familiar home jersey with the number 73 on her back, with leather skinny jeans.

Her makeup looking a tad too overdone, a large sign sitting front of her and her friends with a thirst quote written out on it in big letters. The chomping of the girl's gum also being very noticeable. Y/n fought the urge to roll her eyes as she watched Ethan's girlfriend rave with her friends, probably bragging and talking about the boy himself.

Ethan was not someone who enjoyed signs with messages such as the one written on his girlfriend's board. Course the signs were fine when it was younger kids coming to watch, but he always said it looked desperate.

When y/n and him would lay outside talking about life, he always stated that he would want his future girlfriend to be the one sitting in the stands with his family. Not the one behind the glass with a cliche sign. Sure he didn't mind it when it came to fans, but when it was his girlfriend, it was a different story.

He wanted to be able to come out for warmups, search for her and smile when he did. Be able to look up at her every so often in between drills, waving, making gestures, mouthing something out to her, anything like that.

Y/n was lost in her thoughts when Ethan's mom's voice rung out happily. "Ugh I'm so glad you made it before me! I thought I was gonna be too late and we wouldn't get our usual spots." she jokes, a large smile on her face as she sat next to the college girl pulling her in for a bear hug.

She supported a homemade sweatshirt customized with her son's number and name on the sides of the sleeves, mittens with 73 on both of them as well as a UMich tie blanket.

"You know me, I like to be early thanks to always having parents fashionably late to everything," y/n chuckles as they pulled away from one another.

Ethan's mom gave her a look, knowing exactly what she meant. "Oh sweetheart trust me I know. Why do you think I always tell your parents an earlier time nowadays? So then they're actually on time to things."

"Yeah no kidding. I'm always the one stressing."

As the pair talked, the seats and the edges around the glass began to fill with students and fans. Before they knew it the music started to blare out, cheers increasing as the teams came out for warmups.

Y/n clapped alongside the elder woman, the pair still conversing as they watched the boys skate around the ice.

Y/n's eyes fell to the familiar head of brown hair poking out of the helmet he wore, watching as he shot into the net a few times. Not6 long after did her eyes find his girlfriend once again, seeing the girl bouncing up and down like a toddler and banging on the glass eyeing Ethan as he skated around.

She watched as her and her friends banged on the glass and shook the sign made, trying to get him to notice it.

"She's absolutely embarrassing." y/n hears next to her, looking over to Ethan's mom, whom has a disgusted look on her face while staring at the platinum head of hair across the rink.

"Not a fan of her?" she asks, watching the woman shake her head immediately.

"I tried giving her a chance. I truly did. But she is just not anywhere near his type. Or even respectful for that matter," she admits while shaking her head, finding her song back on the ice. "She got drunk at dinner with us the first time we met her. The second time we met her she got into an argument with my husband." Shay says.

Y/n stays silent and just chuckles lightly, focusing back to the boys on the ice.

Ethan peers up at the stands, scanning them before his eyes find her own. He smiles largely with a goofy smile and nods his head up as if saying 'what up'. Y/n feels her face heat up, butterflies in her stomach.

She nods back at him with a humored smile playing on her lips. His gaze falling to his mom next to her blowing her a kiss. She smiles warmly at her son and sends a million kisses back and cheers for him, watching his focus go back to drills.

Y/n wanted to take that and rub it in his girlfriends face, whom was still desperately trying to get his attention. Yet she was better than that, so she just stayed content in her seat as she watched the boys.

After a while, it was nearing the end of their warmups as her and the older woman had small talk about how school has been. They kept their eyes on the team in front of them, soon seeing Ethan skate up towards the glass on their side of the rink, eyeing y/n whom looked at him with a questioning expression.

He points towards the tunnel where they came from as if saying to meet him over there, her nodding immediately as she unwrapped herself from her cocoon.

She tells the woman next to her she will be right back, the woman shooing her off with a knowing smile.

Y/n makes her way down the steps towards the tunnel, feeling a certain blonde's eyes on her, making her try to hide a humored grin on her face. Ethan skates over slowly and greets some of the younger kids waiting by the entrance for the players.

She leans over the railing with a small smile on her face, watching as he makes his way towards her removing his helmet to look at her clearly.

He reaches his hand up as she re moves her mitten and reaches her own hand down, doing their little handshake together.

"You cold over there Rudolph?" he jokes, earning and eyeball from her.

"Yeah yeah, haven't heard that one before." she scoffs and he laughs at her expression.

"You want to meet the guys and I for dinner afterwards? We might hit up Bell's Diner," he says, and she immediately feels her insides warm.

He's asking her to join him. Not the blonde who was insanely upset on the other side of the rink. Her.

"Yeah I might be up for it." she shrugs, earning a smack to her hand that still hung with his.

I should've known better, you should've known better than me

"Ow, okay, ow, Ethan! Stop that hurts!" Y/n cries out with a laugh, the boy now sitting on her as she was laying on the couch, video game controller in his hands.

"No you stay here." he laughs.

She squeaks out and tries poking at his sides to get him off of her, watching as he twitches from her hands. "Ethan I have class in like fifteen minutes! I swear if you don't get off of me, I'm-"

"What? You're in no place to call the shots, you can't move," he jokes out looking down at her in amusement. Her arms fall other sides, looking up at him with a scowl, then crosses her arms over he chest.

Ethan laughs down at her before unpausing his game, y/n's mouth dropping offendedly. She begins to huff and puff dramatically, her head turning away from him as her sighs get louder each time her ignores her.

Once she sees that her dramatic sighs are not doing the trick, she conjures up a devilish grin.

It's a few moments of silence, but then before Ethan knows it, the girl underneath him begins screaming. He immediately jumps up in surprise from the loud yell she conjures up, the girl now scrambling off the couch and up the stairs to get her bag for class.

She hears his footsteps coming up the staircase as well as the calls of her name with some empty joking threats such as ones like 'I'm gonna throw you into the pool' or her favorite, 'I will force you to play in my spot the next home game'.

She's zipping up her jacket and throwing her backpack over her shoulder by the time her reaches her, an amused smile on both their lips.

"Ethan, no." she giggles, watching him stalk closer to her. She puts her arms out to keep him away. Her breathing getting heavy in between laughs as he gets closer.

She finds herself backing into a wall, completely screwed now as he now stands directly in front of her. His hands find her waist while his eyes are piercing down into her own, a devilish smile on his lips.

The closeness between them made her insides churn with excitement and nervousness, unsure of what was next to come.

"I wanted to spend time with you," he drags out, she rolls her eyes. "I don't see you much anymore."

"I was here yesterday."

"Okay but still, You get so busy with classes this time of year, and I have Hockey. So I don't see you a ton." he says, leaning his forehead on her own, giving her waist a squeeze.

She swallows lightly, her breathing becoming heavy as her heart. pounds in her chest. "I miss you." he mutters, his eyes finding hers.

Her eyes look into his, their faces so close now. Her heart was yelling at her to close the distance, but her mind kept screaming back and chanting girlfriend girlfriend girlfriend.

She watched him close his eyes, his jaw clenching and unclenching.

Y/n closed her eyes tight, taking a deep breath before place a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him back. "I've gotta go Eddy." she sighs, and walks away from him.

Ethan stayed in his spot, her scent still there, captivating as ever. Once he hears the front door close, his head drops back as he lets out a groan and rubs his hand on his face.

"Fuck"

I'm tryna tell myself I'm gonna stay away from you

I should've known better, you've got a way that's gonna weigh-weigh on me

It was New Years Eve, and of course the Hockey team was throwing a big party. They threw one every year. Y/n always helped plan them, per Rutger and his girlfriends pleas.

This year made it harder for her to say yes. She's been avoiding Ethan as much as she can, ignoring his texts and calls. Trying to distance herself from the need she had for him inside. She thought she was doing what was best for the both of them. Their want and need for one another was climbing. So she put a stop to it. At least is trying to.

The Hockey house was definitely bumping, the time being eleven o'clock. So close to ball drop. Y/n accepted that she would either end up kissing some random guy at midnight, or better yet, nobody at all.

Each year, she wished for Ethan to be that one she kissed. To feel his lips on her own. Yet it always ended up being nobody.

Of course Ethan knew she never had a new years kiss, so he would place his lips on her cheek after midnight and claim that that could count as her new years kiss.

She doubted she would get that now. After she had been avoiding him like the plague, stating she was so busy with classes and homework. Or that she was too sick to answer the phone sometimes.

She knew Ethan would see right through her each time though. Even if he wouldn't admit it, he knew her well enough to know her tell when lying.

So now here she stood while So High by Doja Cat played, next to Rutger in a game of beer pong against a couple of the Football boys, in a dress that she felt was too short. But was complimenting her figure so good per Rutger's girlfriend.

She was tipsy, but not drunk. She really didn't feel like throwing up tonight, better yet not having to deal with being hungover the next morning. It was enough of a buzz that she was able to feel at ease, and let loose for the night.

Rutger pulled her in for a hug as they cheered, her sinking the Football guys' last cup watching as they chugged it down.

Y/n a sip of her own drink, Rutger saying he was going to take a break and dance with his girlfriend, Y/n nodding and shooing him away to go be with her.

The girl made her way through the crowd after she finished making another drink, the crowd dancing as if in slow motion with the colored lights flashing around.

As she took a sip of her drink, she stopped in her tracks seeing the familiar boy she had been avoiding.

He was dancing up against his girlfriend, the girl basically grinding all over him as he kissed her neck. One hand gripping the underside of her breast while the other stayed glued lowly on her hip.

Y/n rolled her eyes, feeling the bile in her throat as she looked around the room to find someone. She thought it would be better to try getting over Ethan, by getting under someone else.

The crowd cheered as Rude Boy by Rihanna began to blare through the speakers, her lips turning up into a smirk. Y/n downed the rest of her drink and set her cup down on a nearby table, her eyes finding a familiar pair of blonde, curly hair.

"Hughes," she calls over the music, his head snapping over and down to her with a smile. "What's goin on little y/n/n?" he says back.

He was leaning against a doorway while talking another buddy of his, she held her hands out for him. "Come dance with me Luke," she challenges, his eyes scanning her figure as he bit his lip. Luke hands his cup to his buddy, immediately sliding his hands into her own, watching her lips move and sing along to the lyrics of the song.

They found a spot in the crowd, her eyes still locked on his. Sure Luke was attractive, everything about him was. Which is why she didn't mind how it felt dancing up close with him.

His hands slid away from hers, the girl turning around so her back was up against his chest while his hands found home on her hips.

Her hands slid up over her stomach, to her waist, over her own breasts before finally reaching behind her and sliding them into Luke's hair. The pair swayed together to the music as she sang along to the lyrics, Luke's head falling to the crook between her neck and collarbone.

Luke was tall, only a had a couple inches on Ethan, but still pretty tall nonetheless. His head fell over her collarbone fully, his lips finding a spot right on the bone that made her sigh deeply and grip his hair tightly.

Her eyes began to search in the crowd for the familiar brunette, stopping when she found him with his girlfriend still in their same position.

His eyes, though, staring into her own. Y/n knew she had him in a trance now. Her lips still singing along to the lyrics.

But that's when something else snapped in her. Her eyes leaving Ethan's and looking back down to the boy who was breathing heavily into her neck.

"Lu," she breathes, the boy humming and squeezing her hips as an answer. "I need you to help me out." she admits and he nods, his eyes finding hers for a second. He watches her eye dart towards the brunette and his own girl, Luke's eyes slowly fading over to Ethan and the blonde.

Luke's chin sat softly on her shoulder as they still danced against one another. The boys stared back at one another, Ethan's eyes looking into his best friend's with warning, as if daring Luke to test him.

Luke was always one to help stir the pot if it needed to be. Especially when he knew how both y/n and Ethan felt about each other, but danced around it for many reasons.

So of course when Ethan gave him those eyes, Luke's mind was more than happy to push his best bud past his limits.

Y/n's stayed on Luke's side profile while he stared at Ethan with a smirk blooming onto his face. As they swayed, the bridge to the song came in and Luke's hands began to move. One hand slithered its way to y/n's throat and gripped lightly, causing her to sigh at his touch.

The other hand slithered up too, but stopping on her left breast, squeezing and toying with it over her dress. The feeling of Luke's hands in the right spots made y/n's head rolled back onto his shoulder as she let out a sigh mixed with a breathless moan.

She knew Luke was still staring back at Ethan, who still held eye contact with him as well, Ethan's nostrils flaring.

Luke's eyes broke their stare a moment later, finding home on the soft spot in the crook of her neck he found earlier. Ethan watched y/n's chest heaving up and down as his best friend touched her and kissed her like that.

"Shit, Lu," she sighs into Luke's ear. She could feel him poke her backside as they ground against one another. "Who knew you knew what you were doing." she chuckles breathlessly, earning a hum from the curly headed boy.

"Gotta do what I gotta do to pull his head out of his ass, huh?" he says back to her, his head lifting up to stare back at her.

His hand left her throat, and began to slide down her waist, her hips, to her thighs, his hand moving towards her inner thigh and sliding back up slowly.

Her breathing was starting to become messy as he got closer to where she was dying to be touched. Whether it was Luke or Ethan, in which she hoped Ethan would be the one to do it, but wasn't complaining when Luke knew how to push her own buttons.

Before Luke could finally reach where she desperately needed it, she was snagged from his arms and thrown over a shoulder.

She looked back up to see Luke standing there, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he saluted to her. She smirked at him in amusement, knowing exactly whose shoulder she was over.

Y/n was taken up the staircase and into the familiar brunette's room, the door shutting and locking behind them.

Ethan set y/n down on her feet once they were in his room, the girl’s eyebrows scrunched up in a frown. That frown changed when she saw his facial expression.

She couldn’t pinpoint all the emotions running through his mind, but the ones she could see were anger, sadness, annoyance.

Lust.

His anger was what she could see the most running through his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “Did you need something?” She retorts, testing the waters that were already running high. Ethan scoffs down at her, his arms being thrown up in anger at her. “You’re fucking with me right?” He snaps, making her shake her head at his tone.

“I’m not doing this,” she chuckles bitterly, trying to walk past him but he grabs her arm. “Of course you won’t. You haven’t wanted to in weeks! I don’t hear shit from you, and the next thing I know I'm watching both of my best friends all up on one another? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Y/n lets her tongue run over her teeth, not daring to make eye contact with him. She might’ve been buzzed, but she was not drunk. She was sober enough to be aware of her surroundings, but so aware of them that she was holding back her actions. Because liquid courage was surely a thing right now, and she could not hold back much longer.

“Hello? You gonna answer me y/n/n?” He says in a short tone, making her snap out of her trance.

She could hear Rutger’s voice downstairs saying fifteen seconds till midnight, y/n really wanting to get out of there before she couldn’t control herself anymore.

All these feelings have been building up, her avoiding him not helping her case. Actually made it worse, because of the way her body and mind craved his presence and touch.

“I can’t right now, Ethan.” She musters out, not making eye contact as she says it. Ethan frowns at her, confusion setting in. “Do what?” He asks. She shakes her head at him, the boy watching as she swallows hard, her chest heaving.

“Ethan,” she says, her tone was one he had only a few times. It was a warning tone. She still wasn’t looking at him in the eyes. The sound of everyone downstairs counting down till midnight and the music blaring being heard. “You should really get down there,” she says and motions to the door. “Your girl will be wondering where you are at midnight.”

Ethan storms up to her, annoyed that she won’t even acknowledge him or look at him.

“Look at me,” he says, his tone stern as he grabs her jaw softly but enough to force her to look at him. Her eyes catch his, he sees that she’s got a certain emotion running through them.

“What’s going on, y/n?” He mutters to her softly this time. "Why won't you talk to me? What did I do?" he pushes, watching as the gears turn in her mind.

He watches her lip quiver, soon biting it to hide the way it shook. It shouldn't have made him feel a way, but it did. He wanted to be the one biting that lip. Let alone taking away the pain he could see in her eyes.

Y/n rolls her eyes as the crowd yells out ‘one’ followed by a ‘happy new year’. She looks back at him, still staying silent. He says her name one last time sternly.

“Y/n.”

“Goddammit Eddy.” she snaps before her hand wraps around his neck, pulling him in for his lips to finally slam onto her own.

He didn’t take any time to process what was going on, just instantly kissing her back with just as much passion as she did. His hand going to both sides of her head, their lips moving in sync.

The way his lips felt on hers was nothing like she's ever imagined. They felt like they belonged on her own. What caught her off guard the most, was the fact that he didn't even hesitate to kiss her back.

That's when she realized he felt the same way she did. The attraction was there.

His tongue grazed hers, making his hand slide down and grip her backside. When her mouth opened in a gasp, he slid his tongue inside to let it massage hers.

Her soft moans were like music to his ears, his hands roaming anywhere and everywhere. He wanted to hear them over and over again. It was him making her make those noises. Not Luke. His lips left her own and trailed down her neck, stopping on the same spot that Luke's had once been on. Y/n didn't think it could feel any better, but Ethan made it feel insatiable.

Her hands ran through his hair as his hands roamed wherever they could reach, her gasps and breathless moans going into his broad shoulder. But as he kissed along her entire chest, her conscience came creeping in.

"Ethan," she sighs, the boy's hands raising the hem of her dress slightly, gripping her thighs trying to get her as close as he could in that moment. All that was on his mind was her. She tried his name once again, the brunette still not answering her as he searched for her lips to shush her.

"Ethan hold on," she says in between their kisses. He whimpers in her mouth, making her feel so incredibly weak. She wanted to cave so bad. Wanted to give him all of her. Let him have his way with her, and her with him.

But she couldn't. She couldn't do that.

"Your girlfriend, Eddy." she mutters as she pulls away, putting her hand on his chest. They're both breathless, Ethan going in one last time, teeth going down to drag out her bottom lip which earned a moan from her mouth.

He takes a moment with her, chests heaving against one another.

"You stay here," he whispers, his hands coming up to squeeze her waist.

She just hums with a slight nod. "I'll be back." he says, placing one last kiss on her lips, leaving her in the middle of his room in a disheveled state.

He didn't return that night.

She's where you're waking up, she's got you making up such pretty boy excuses

Oh but I know one thing, she can't stop it happening in my mind

It had been two weeks since the New Years incident. Two weeks since y/n and Ethan had shared that moment in his room. Two weeks since he left you there, only to not return.

He had been the one avoiding her now. But in this case, not under his own choices.

Every time y/n showed up to the Hockey house, she was there. Every time y/n went to a home game, she was sitting in your spot, going to see him at the tunnel instead of y/n.

When she'd text him to meet, he'd say the same things.

E :)

I can't today, I'm trying to focus. I've got a lot going on rn.

E :)

I wish I could, but I've got some stuff going on with the boys.

E :)

I would say yes, but the gf and I have plans tonight!

She knew it wasn't him making the choices, or sending those texts. He always dropped whatever he was doing to see y/n, to be with her.

The boys would've invited her to come with for one, and for two she had planned on seeing some of the guys that night. So y/n knew it was a lie from him.

The classes y/n had with Ethan and the boys was what made it more obvious. He always made up an excuse as to why his girlfriend needed him to sit with her. Or she would already be sitting in y/n's spot, so she'd find somewhere in the back to sit.

Y/n's heart began to ache. She knew deep down that it wouldn't have just happened so easily between them two, and that she couldn't stop him from making that choice. It just hurt because she should've composed herself better that night, then maybe they would've turned out being back to normal at this point.

Y/n sat in the library with Rutger's girlfriend, the pair doing homework in one of the study hall rooms. Y/n had been zoned out, her eyes locked on Ethan and his girlfriend, whom sat outside in the main study hall area talking all happily with one another.

It should be her he is sat with. Them two laughing at some stupid joke Ethan tried making about classes or the assignment at hand. It should've been her getting the quick kisses stolen in between work.

"You really need to get better at hiding your emotions, y/n/n," Rutger's girlfriend says.

Y/n snapping out of her trance and looking up at the girl whom had the whiteboard marker in one hand, the other on her hip with an unfazed look on her face.

"What emotion? I'm fine." Y/n says, her tone squeaky and uneven.

"Yeah and I'm a hockey wag," the blonde girl jokes, making y/n shrug.

"Technically speaking, you are. Unofficially," she pushes, nearly dodging the marker thrown her way.

"Not the point!" the girl laughs, y/n smiling at her comment.

She comes and sits next to y/n, sighing as she sees what her friend was witnessing. Then turns back to look at her a few moments later.

"What happened on New Years?" she asked, watching her friend pale and look at her lap.

"You cannot say a word," y/n says. "I won't-"

"Not even to Rutger."

"Damn that bad huh?"

Y/n nods. "We kind of sort of," she trails off. "madeoutinhisroomandIhadtobetheonetostopitfromgoingfurther"

The blonde looked at her like she had two heads. "I cannot decipher your fast speaking tone, so slow it down for me thank you."

Y/n sighs. "We made out in his room, and I was the one who had to try and stop it. Because if I didn't, we would've kept going." she admits, watching her friends eyes light up.

"I was wondering why he looked so dazed and why his lips were swollen when he came back." she says in a knowing manner.

"Seriously, you cannot say a word! He didn't even come back to me that night, so it means nothing." y/n says as she closes her books, packing up her stuff.

"Girl, he didn't come back because his girlfriend knew something was up."

"I kind of figured with how she's been about me lately."

"Yeah trust me, everyone has noticed." y/n threw the whiteboard marker back at her friend who laughed.

"Don't stress about it seriously. She is just jealous of what you guys have," she explains as they begin to leave the room. "I'm not one to be for cheating, trust me. But with how she treats all of us behind the scenes, I'd say your secret would be safe with me."

Y/n shook her head, her eyes finding Ethan once again. "Yeah well," He must've felt someone staring because his eyes look up from the platinum blonde girl next to him, smile dropping when he finds the familiar girl's stare.

"He can count his day because he's breaking my heart doing it." The two girls then walk away, Y/n's eyes leaving Ethan's.

His eyes following her still as she left the hall.

She's got you right now, but I'm still on your mind

#ethan edwards x reader #angst #Ethan Edwards angst #Luke hughes #Ethan Edwards imagines #y/n #hockey boys #college au

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mrsshabana · 1 year

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♥CW: 18+ MDNI, smut, noncon, dubcon, blackmail, manipulation, creampie, unprotected sex

♥AN: This is a birthday gift for my wonderful friend, @gyusimp! If you haven't wished her a happy birthday, please do so! I made this devious fic for you, so I hope you enjoy! (*/ω＼*)

♥WC: 3,657 Part 2

It was a shame that your family decided to move to a new city during your senior year. It was already stressful enough that you had to prepare for college, but now you had to worry about entrance exams and getting accepted into a prestigious university. At least you were finally starting to make friends.

The cheer captain had invited you over to her house after school. You were on a mission to be as friendly to her as possible so you could make it on the team, even though she was a bitch. In order to be accepted to this university, you had to participate in lots of extracurricular activities. And since you were in cheer at your last school, you were determined to join the team at your new school too.

So that brings you here. To the doorstep of Ume Shabana. Her house is huge and way nicer than yours.

You hesitantly ring the doorbell.

After a minute there’s no answer so you send her a text.

You consider just leaving before he can open the door, but decide against it. You could kiss the cheer team goodbye if you did something like that. Plus it’d be pretty rude. You don’t know him but he could be a really sweet guy for all you know.

After you anxiously wait for a few minutes that seem more like an eternity, the door slowly opens.

You look up to see the face of who you presume is Ume’s brother. He’s significantly taller than you, and is sporting an agitated expression. He has scraggly long black hair that covers most of his face. Frowning at you with a scowl, showing his slightly crooked teeth. You try not to stare, but you can’t help but notice the large ink-like marks scattered across his face.

His vibrant blue eyes shamelessly follow every curve of your body, stopping at your thighs peeking from beneath your skirt.

“Hello,” you say awkwardly moving your bag in front of your skirt, blocking his perverted gaze, “I’m-”

“Yeah yeah I know who you are,” he interrupts and holds the front door open for you, “You gonna come in or what?”

“Oh, sorry. Of course,” you hesitantly step inside. The foyer is huge, with a giant chandelier hanging in front of an elegant staircase. You had no idea that the Shabana family had so much money…

The tall man nonchalantly starts walking up the stairs, and you blindly follow him. It’s not like there’s much else you can do. For all you know, he’s the only one here and apparently it was your duty to keep Ume’s ‘lonely’ brother company.

You continue following him as he walks through the upstairs hall. It’s filled with picture frames of the siblings, they must be very close. In one photo there is a tall man with platinum hair, maybe he’s their dad?

“Um, what’s your name?” you break the uncomfortable silence.

“Huh?” he turns around and looks at you like you're some kind of idiot. He scoffs, “Gyutaro.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Gyutaro,” you say sweetly, trying to make this less weird. He only clicks his tongue in response. Well, now you know why her brother was so lonely. He seems like an asshole. No wonder she dumped you on him, she probably didn’t want to deal with him herself. That’s the first thought that comes to your mind anyway, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. There was a very specific reason why Ume was having you hang out with her brother. Because she loves him, it’s as simple as that. She wanted to give him something pretty to play with…

Gyutaro opens a door to what you can only assume to be his bedroom. It doesn’t smell bad per se, but doesn’t smell good either. There are a few articles of clothing thrown on the floor, along with empty monster cans and containers from chinese takeout. It looks just about how you would expect a college boys room to look like. Or at least you assume he’s in college, by the textbooks laying on his desk. Plus you’ve never seen him at your school so he must be Ume’s older brother by the looks of it.

Something deep within your gut in telling you that this is a bad idea. And that feeling only intensifies when Gyutaro locks the door behind you.

Gyutaro ignores the panicked expression on your face, leisurely walking over to sit on the edge of his bed.

“Oi, you just gonna stand there lookin’ like an idiot?” he says with a disgusting condescending smirk on his face.

“I um…” you look around nervously as you slowly step closer to him. What does he expect you to do? All Ume had told you was to keep him company, it’s not like she gave you specific instructions on how to do so.

“Do you go to university?” you ask shyly as you stand in front of him. Trying your hardest to be polite and start some kind of friendly conversation.

“Don’t ask stupid fucking questions,” he snaps as he quickly slides a hand up your skirt and gives your ass a harsh squeeze.

“Hey!” you shout and try to back away from him. But Gyutaro puts his other hand on the small of your back, and pulls you onto the bed with him. Falling right in his lap.

“What’re you doing?!” you yelp as he continues to knead the soft flesh of your ass with his rough hands.

“Ume said you were coming over to keep me company. So fucking keep me company,” he smirks, holding you in place on top of him.

You squirm in a pathetic attempt to wiggle out of his grasp.”S-stop! I never told her that I’d do this!”

“Pretty girls like you are used to sitting on guys' laps, right? So be a good little slut for me, eh?” he growls, his tone starting to sound a bit agitated.

“No! I-I don’t do stuff like this… I’ve never…” you look away and blush. Ashamed to admit to this incel that you’re still a virgin.

“Oh?” he quirks an eyebrow and to your surprise softens his grip.

For a split second you think that maybe your admission has gained some sympathy from him. But instead of letting you go, he starts laughing. The rasp in his voice mixed with the hysteric cackling makes your blood run cold.

“That’s perfect,” he says through his laughter, “I’m gonna have so much fun tainting you…” he leans in closer, his lips grazing against your ear as he whispers, “You’re all mine Y/N.”

There’s no way you're letting this freak have his way with you. You were saving yourself for your future college boyfriend. Even if it was only a fantasy, you had it all planned out! You were going to meet a nice boy in college and once you became his girlfriend, you inevitably have a romantic night together and happily ever after!

You dreamt of losing your virginity to a sweet, handsome guy. Not this fucking weirdo, incel, creep!

Forcefully pushing his chest, you rip yourself away from his grasp. “I’m leaving! You fucking creep!”

With a shit-eating grin on his face, Gyutaro doesn’t even try to stop you. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

“What?” turning back to look at him, you aren’t sure what he’s insinuating but you don’t like where this is going.

“I wonder if you’d still make it on the cheer team if my sister found out how rudely you treated her dear brother?” his cold blue eyes shoot straight to your core. Telling you that he isn’t bluffing.

He stands up and walks towards you. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes as he traps you against the wall, “But imagine how happy she’d be if I told her how sweet you were to me? She’d have to let you on the team.”

Is he blackmailing you right now? The cheer team is not worth being raped by this guy. But then again, your college admission may depend on it. And the trajectory of your future depends on if you get accepted to that school…

Seeing that you aren’t quite convinced, he continues, “My little sister does everything that I ask, you know? She’d do anything to make me happy, so if you play nice I’ll return the favor…”

He leans forward, and you can feel the smirk on his face as he begins kissing your neck. Not waiting for you to agree to his terms, he already knows that you don’t have much choice.

Gyutaro slithers a hand under your shirt, and starts to roughly squeeze your breast through your bra.

You just let him have his way with you, there’s no point in fighting. It’s just sex, and it’s just one time so how bad could it be? Besides, it’s obvious that he’s a virgin so lucky for you this should be quick.

“F-fine…” you sigh in defeat.

Gyutaro pulls away from your neck and bites his bottom lip, “Good girl.”

He leads you back to the bed, pushing you down and crawling on top of you. Wasting no time, Gyutaro pulls down his pants, releasing his spotted dick. It’s bigger than you would have liked, especially for your first time because you have a feeling that he’s not going to be gentle with you.

“Take off your clothes,” he grunts as he starts stroking his throbbing length. Already dripping pre-cum as he watches you remove your clothes.

You shyly unclasp your bra and cover your chest with your arms. You’re too shy to take off your panties, ashamed to show him how your body is reacting to him, you squeeze your thighs together.

“C’mon, don’t be so shy,” he coos as he gently spreads your legs and slowly removes your panties. Enamored by the wet string of your arousal sticking to your panties as he slides them off. You avert your gaze, ashamed to present your body to him. It’s not like you give a shit about what he thinks about your body, but you do have a few insecurities.

Gyutaro throws your panties to the side before crawling back on top of you, making himself comfortable between your legs. Hovering over you, he takes a moment to admire your body. “Fuck… your body’s so perfect.”

You can’t help but blush. You may hate his guts right now, but you can’t deny that hearing him complement your body made you feel a little bit better.

He stares at you with lust filled eyes. He can’t believe that you’re going to let him fuck you. No girl has ever let him get this close, especially not a girl as gorgeous as you.

Ume ditching you to hang out with her brother was no mistake. Gyutaro had first seen you a week ago when he was picking his sister up from school. You were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, the kind of girl who’s physical description he types into porn hub every night. And seeing how sweetly you treated his sister only made him want you more.

Gyutaro never asks for anything, so when he asked his sister if she could set up a way for him to hang out with you, she happily obliged. Ume really didn’t give a shit about you at all. Only using you as a toy to gift to her lonely brother.

And you were proving to be the best gift he’d ever received.

Gyutaro brings the tip of his dick to your slick folds, collecting your wetness on his tip. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to be gentle,” he whispers as he crashes his lips to yours for a passionate kiss. Slipping his tongue past your lips, groaning deeply.

You feel so empty. Trying to detach yourself from the situation, you close your eyes and start making a list about how amazing your life will be once you make the cheer team and get accepted into your dream school. In an attempt to convince yourself that this is worth it.

Your thoughts are disrupted by a sharp pain shooting through your core.

“Ow!” you yelp as Gyutaro pushes his thick tip into you.

“Shhh,” he coos, “this’s the worst part, it’ll feel better soon.” Pushing himself further into you, it indeed does not get better.

Your body resists him, and he has to forcefully sink himself into you to get deeper. You hold his hips back in an attempt to stop him but he’s much stronger than you and just ignores your protests, pushing forward until he’s balls deep in your tight pussy.

“Goddammit,” he groans, “you’re so fucking tight.”

To your surprise, Gyutaro keeps his promise. He slowly starts moving his hips, your walls squeezing him tightly.

It hurts so bad. The only thing you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and pray that this will end soon.

“Hey,” Gyutaro snaps as he grabs your cheeks and forces you to look at him, “Don’t pretend like you don’t like this.”

Gyutaro grunts and starts speeding up his thrusts, “Your slutty little pussy is so greedy for my cock -fuck- I know you love it.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders to ground yourself, as his thrusts are getting too violent.

Tears fall down your cheeks. The feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of you is too much. There’s too much pain and too much pleasure. But you aren’t the only one getting overwhelmed. Gyutaro stops thrusting, looming over you.

“Where-where does it feel good?” he asks through shaky breaths.

“What?” Since when does he care about whether you feel good or not? You were under the impression that this was all about him.

Gyutaro frowns, “Where do you want me to touch you?” he starts rubbing his thumb around your clit, “Somewhere around here right?”

“Y-yeah,” you say shyly, gently guiding his fingers to your sensitive nub, “right here feels good…”

Gyutaro nods, and starts rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb as he slowly starts thrusting again. He has to take it slow or else he’s going to cum already. And to your surprise he’s actually trying to make you orgasm. He really couldn’t care less if you came or not, but he’s hoping that if you do then you might grow some kind of attachment to him.

He rubs faster, and when he feels you tighten around him he starts thrusting harder. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix. Being stretched so much for your first time really hurts, but you can’t deny that it also feels good. Having never had something reach so deep inside of you, your body is extra receptive to him.

It’s overwhelming and your body reacts on its own. You try to hold it back, but you can’t contain the moan that escapes your lips as you cum all over his dick. Your walls fluttering around him, milking him dry as he spills inside of you.

A disgusting, raspy moan leaves him as his hips still. Dick twitching inside of you as he fills you up with the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

With heavy breaths, Gyutaro slowly pulls out of you. He holds your legs apart so he can watch his cum leak out of you, noticing that it's slightly pink. So you really were a virgin huh? He thought you were bluffing to try to gain his sympathy, but it looks like you were telling the truth.

“You-you didn’t pull out?!” you say panicked once the haze of your orgasm fades.

“Calm down,” he murmurs, “I’ll pay for some plan B.”

He pulls up his pants and rummages around his pocket, pulling out his wallet and handing you a $100 bill. You know it doesn’t cost that much, but you’re not going to tell him that.

Pocketing the cash, all you can think about is that this awful experience is finally over. So you hastily put your clothes back on. Looking around for your panties, they’re nowhere to be seen. That fucker must’ve took them. Oh well, it’s not worth staying here a second longer so you let it slide.

Gyutaro just sits there on his bed, lazily watching you dress. After you put your shirt on he grabs your wrist a little too tightly.

“You’re my girlfriend now, got it?”

“What?!” you pull your arm out of his grasp, “No, fuck that. I did what you asked, ok? That was our agreement!”

Gyutaro rolls his eyes, “Whatever.”

He doesn’t stop you as you unlock his door and leave, not looking back at the man that just took your virginity. Hopefully after this you’ll never have to see him again and you can go on with your life on the cheer team.

The next day you anxiously wait for Ume after class. You can’t wait for her to tell you that she’s going to let you on the team! Last night when you got home you were in the shower for two hours trying to scrub off her brother’s germs. You feel dirty. Tainted. But that’s behind you now. You won’t ever have to see that creep again and you can just pretend like it never happened. But that nagging pain between your legs keeps reminding you…

“Oh, hey,” Ume turns the corner to come face to face with you. She hands you her backpack, it’s become routine that you carry it for her. “How was it hanging out with my brother?”

“Wait, he didn’t tell you?”

“No? Why? Did something happen?” she quirks an eyebrow in confusion.

Well yeah a lot happened, but you can’t quite tell her that. You can’t believe that her brother didn’t put in a good word for you after you let him cum inside of you! Goddammit, at least he didn’t tell her anything bad.

“Well kinda… um, he was just really cool. I like your brother a lot,” you fake a smile.

“Really?” Ume says in disbelief. No one likes her brother so this is weird. Maybe he decided to be nice for once since you’re his crush. That’s the only way that she can reason it. “Hmph, well I’m glad you two got along.”

You continue following her out the building, “So um about the cheer team-” you start but are interrupted by an unholy sight.

Gyutaro is leaning on his motorcycle, staring straight at you. A vile smirk plastered across his face.

“Onii-chan!” Ume squeals as she runs up to him, wrapping her arms around him. She sees him everyday but always gets excited to greet her dear brother. Gyutaro returns the embrace before redirecting his attention to you.

He slowly approaches you, “Hey Y/N.”

“H-hi Gyutaro…” your eyes go wide and you have to force yourself to stay put. Your entire body is begging you to run away from him, but you can’t. Not after you’ve sacrificed so much to get this far, you have to keep up the act in front of his sister.

He’s right in front of you, looking down at you like you’re a piece of meat. He leans forward and wraps his arms around you. Fuck, you want to cry. Feeling his skin touch yours again is bringing back all of the disgusting details from last night that you tried so desperately to forget. But you force yourself to hug him back.

All the while, Ume is just staring at you, confused as hell. Her brother is never this friendly towards anyone but her. “What’s going on Onii-chan?”

Gyutaro pulls away from the hug to face his sister, “Oh, I didn’t tell you?” he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, “We’re dating.”

“What?!” you and Ume say in unison.

“Don’t be so shy babe,” Gyutaro kisses your forehead, “It’s just my sister, she’s cool with it. Right Ume?”

“R-right. Of course! I’m so happy for you brother,” Ume clasps her hands excitedly. It’s a bit strange to her, but she’s happy nonetheless. She wants more than anything for her brother to be happy, so this is great news.

You just stand there wide eyed. Unable to believe that you’re letting him manipulate you like this. The audacity of this guy! Since you let him fuck you, he feels like he owns you now! But you can’t say anything, you just have to keep pretending that this is consensual. Because you know that if you stand up for yourself, the cheer team won’t be an option for you anymore. And on top of that, Ume will make your life a living hell. She’s the most popular girl in school, you’ve seen how she can ruin someone's reputation in the blink of an eye and you cannot afford that. Not right now.

“So, Y/N was telling me that she wanted to be on the cheer team,” Gyutaro smiles sweetly at you, then looks back at his sister.

“Right, well we are having tryouts on Friday. So-” Ume says before she’s interrupted by Gyutaro.

“No no no, she doesn’t need tryouts. You can just put her on the team. You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Well. I guess so,” Ume says nervously, “If that’s what you want brother, then I can do that for you.”

Gyutaro releases you from his grip and walks over to Ume, patting her head. “Thanks sis.” He nonchalantly gets on his bike and motions for his sister to join him, acting too normal.

“See you later, babe,” he winks at you before driving away.

Later that night you receive a text from an unknown number.

Happy Birthday! I know we both like when Gyutaro is a bit toxic, so I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro smut #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #demon slayer smut #kny smut #happy birthday #modern au #toxic relationship

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Good Game

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Originally posted on 2022-06-06 by dumb-and-jocked.

This was a collaboration piece with @rozza22365.

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“Babe, how did you know exactly what I needed?” Brenden asked, skipping happily along the trail with his boyfriend’s hand in his own.

“I have my ways,” Chaz replied nonchalantly, although it was evident he’d thought about this long and hard. The whole day had gone according to his plan of making Brenden feel as relaxed as possible. After a very stressful promotion process at Brenden’s hair salon, Chaz knew the 22-year-old was going to need a break. He planned a romantic weekend getaway involving time at the beach, a stroll through the local park, and a fancy meal for dinner followed by “dessert”. Chaz was working hard to help his boyfriend take a step back from reality. Brenden just needed to slow down to keep his miniature body from exploding.

And by miniature, Chaz meant the 5’5 skinnier-than-a-flagpole twink hopping beside him like a delicate gazelle. His stick-like figure (along with the platinum-blonde locks gelled up in the front and a pair of beach balls in the back) often made him a target for bullying, including homophobia. Luckily, Chaz was usually enough to scare them off. The recent college-grad was only 5’11, but thanks to his many years on the swim team had developed a modest frame. He’d also gained a comfortability with public speaking and argumentation thanks to his political science degree. Once he got a job, then Chaz believed he would have everything he would need to be happy in life.

“Oh! Honey, look!”

Before Chaz could even follow Brenden’s sight line, his boyfriend was already skidding across the field. Chaz walked comfortably behind, smiling as he noticed how the light breeze blew through Brenden’s salmon-striped tank and ripped white jeans. Chaz thought about catching up, but he didn’t want to run in his cheap sandals. Not only that, but the last thing he wanted to do was rip his khakis and sweat through his casual button-up. It was already pretty warm out, so any extra effort might have strained Chaz’s body in ways that wouldn’t be attractive.

“Yum…” Brenden was basically drooling as Chaz joined him at the top of the hill. About 200 feet away were a group of jocks wrapping up what looked to be a game of baseball. They all appeared to be around the same age as the couple, except each was about double the size of both boyfriends put together. Even from a distance, one could see the jocks’ bulging muscles, shimmering layer of sweat, and (thanks to their lack of shirts) set of washboard abs. And their gym shorts perfectly showcased the numerous perky behinds and overstuffed pouches. With their hats all turned backwards as well, they looked exactly like the stereotypical college jocks.

“No kidding…” Chaz joined in the ogling, watching as they packed up their gear and started heading out. The boyfriends couldn’t stop admiring how the jocks looked, strutted, and acted. Their physical features weren’t the only thing the pair noticed however. The jocks were all engaging in playful gay banter, fake-kissing and bromanticizing with each other. Although it was pretty obvious that all of them were typical arrogant, straight boys pretending to be men, Brenden and Chaz couldn’t help but fantasize about the simplicity of their life.

The couple watched on as the jocks got into two lines facing opposite directions, ready to give each other the classic “Good Game” sendoff. However, instead of giving high-fives, they instead swatted every butt playfully. Brenden and Chaz bit their lip, every jiggle of a straight male’s buttock translating into a tiny pulse of pleasure through their modest boners.

“Did we…” Chaz started. “Did we just get baited?”

“No, at least I don’t think so,” Brenden retorted, taking a breath. “I think that was all natural. Nothing gay about it.”

“No homo,” Chaz imitated in a broish tone, gaining a laugh out of his boyfriend. “Ready to head out, sweetheart?”

“Just a second.” Brenden was still looking down at the field. “I think the boys might’ve left us a present.”

Sitting on home base lay two blue baseball caps. Making sure no one else was watching, Brenden instantly made a run for it. With a small smirk, Chaz followed behind at a quicker stroll. Apparently tonight’s “dessert” was going to involve roleplay.

“Chazzy! How do I look?”

The blue hat sat comfortably on Brenden’s head, the bill shading his cute face from the harsh sun.

“Exactly like them,” Chaz responded sarcastically, placing the other hat on his head.

“Thanks, bro,” Brenden replied in his version of a broish tone before leaning in for a kiss.

“Mmm!” Chaz was surprised to feel his boyfriend’s tongue quickly slide through his mouth. Once they pulled apart, Chaz stopped any further affection, “Darling, let’s roleplay when we get home.”

“But no one’s here,” Brenden whined. “No one will see us. Now, flip your cap around.”

Chaz quickly surrendered, too horny to use any of the argumentation skills he had learned over the years. Rushed, he did one more sweep around the field before following instructions. Brenden flipped his own as well, letting the front of his quiff pour out of the empty hole in the front. Instantly, the pair felt a sharp shock strike through their bodies. They physically lurched in extreme agony for a moment, but seconds later they had already forgotten about the pain.

“So what do you say, babe,” Brenden tried replicating his broish tone again. “Should we…”

Chaz, getting the memo, leaned down for a kiss. He closed his eyes, ready to feel his boyfriend's soft lips touch the bottom of his own. Chaz kept feeling himself get lower and lower, but eventually he became confused as to why he hadn’t reached Brenden yet.

“Dude! Open your eyes!”

Chaz’s eyelids lifted to reveal Brenden’s crotch right in his face.

“Ah ew babe!” Chaz backed away in disgust. “How could you prank me like that?” Brenden however was laughing so hard that Chaz could see each one of his skinny abs rippling on his lanky body. The 6’5 beanpole was cackling up a storm.

“Gotcha!”

“I didn’t even realize I had leaned in so far,” Chaz joined in with Brenden’s jovial nature. At 6’4, he must’ve bent almost straight down in order to get to his boyfriend’s crotch. “Ok, so can I kiss you now?”

“No bro, we’re still roleplaying.” Chaz noticed how Brenden was getting more in touch with his broish tone, so he decided to follow suit.

“Alright then…broski…what’s next?”

“What’s next babe is a game of gay chicken.” Brenden appeared extremely eager for this. Chaz could tell by the way his boyfriend’s cut-like-steel and shaped-like-diamonds calves bounced excitedly back and forth.

“What’s that?” Chaz replied, positioning his own legs out into a kickstand. Thanks to his khaki shorts, people were also able to see the fine, rugged calves he owned. Similarly cut like Brenden’s, yet just a little tanner and meatier. Although if Chaz ever brought this up, Brenden would just compete by acknowledging how he was slightly taller so his calves were drawn out more.

“It’s simple, bro. It’s where basically two dudes get as close to a kiss while trying not to. The person who kisses first loses.”

Chaz considered this, a little thrown off by the game. The rules seemed simple enough, but why would his boyfriend want to play this? Chaz was so horned up right now that he could just stick his head between Brenden’s two massive thighs. Chaz could just daydream about how if he placed his skull into Brenden’s gym shorts, then his boyfriend would probably be able to break him open like a ripe watermelon. Their chunky, meaty size was almost tangible, but unfortunately that’s not the game his boyfriend wanted to play right now. Chaz instead reminded himself that it could happen tonight for dessert.

“Ok, I’m in,” Chan announced, suddenly enthused over the prospect of a challenge. He clapped his own thighs together in anticipation, sending ripples across his soft and muscular quads. Just like his boyfriend’s, they too filled his own gym shorts nicely, looking like candy with a tight wrapper.

“Sweet dude! Since I brought the game up I have to go first.” Although Brender had seemed excited, Chan noted the new tone in his voice. The use of “have'' accented a new emotion laced into his boyfriend’s words: fear. The emotion was also evident in the way Brender’s torso was super tense. The man’s abs were extremely hard, flexed to their max capacity. His tender pecs were solid while his silver-dollar nipples were rock hard. Even the man’s delts displayed apprehension, hiding away from their true larger-than-life wingspan.

Slowly but surely, Brender slowly reclined forward. To make sure he didn’t get too close and lose in the first round, he placed a porcelain hand against Chan’s carved chest. He subtly felt up his boyfriend’s 6-pack, noting how each one felt like a stone plucked straight from the earth. Brender’s finger ran up the valley into the upper torso, giving each of the mounds of flesh Chan called pectorals a cheeky squeeze. He also made sure to give a little flick to one of Chan’s nipples, which truly looked more like an udder than something meant for nothing.

Brendor got close, but he paused at about 6 inches. “Gonna be hard for you to beat that!”

“Pfft, sure bro.” Chant was pretty confident this wouldn’t be as difficult as his boyfriend had made it look. Chant took a similarly sluggish speed that Brendor had, making sure to move forward at a cautious pace. To assure he didn’t fall forward, Chant grabbed his boyfriend’s massive arms. Brendor’s forearms were so long and sturdy with veins accentuating their muscular mass. His biceps were so firm and his triceps had a similar amount of vigor. Even the other man’s hands were gigantic, looking big and solid enough to catch a baseball without the mitt.

Getting to the 6-inch mark that Brendor had made it to, Chant slowed down his pace even more. He felt his own brawny appendages become strained, his own veins snaking across robust arms. Similarly to Brendor, Chant’s biceps stood as two proud mounds atop his tanned flesh. His triceps had a identical mass, and his forearms displayed a strength that had been built up over years of hard work. His heavily-calloused, giant hands only furthered the argument by looking more fit for a package of Hamburger Helper than a human being. Right as he passed Brendor’s previous attempt, Chant gave an obnoxious set of kissy lips before taking a step back.

“Almost had me there bro,” Brenor replied in a tone that was deep, masculine, and empty.

“Huhuhuh, you wish dude.” Chent couldn’t help but guffaw, his voice an almost identical replica. Absentmindedly adjusting his rope wristband, Chent felt a rush of adrenaline race through him as he said, “Ball’s in your court.”

Brenor gave a quick nod, his bulging Adam’s apple shaking in agreement. Bending his tremendous upper traps, Brenor approached Chent’s face once again. While watching his boyfriend dip closer, Chent took his time studying every part of the other man’s face. A square jaw loosened gently with some baby fat that made him look extra adorable. Eyebrows bushy but his brown hair was at a crew cut length beneath the cap. Big nose to circulate air while working out and fading eye black to advertise that there wasn’t much behind those dull brown eyes.

Reaching in on Chent’s last milestone, Brenor carefully cupped one of his gargantuan hands against his boyfriend’s face to steady himself. He loved how it perfectly fit against the other man’s carved jaw, the way it caressed the other man’s Neatherandthal-like bone structure. He couldn’t stop himself from analyzing Chent’s crooked nose after being broken from a previous game, or the way that his blond crew cut matched his light eyebrows. Even Chent’s lackluster eyes had a certain shine to them. He wasn’t hypnotized by the looks however, he was just purely appreciating aesthetics. And with that realization, Brenor pulled away gleefully.

“Let’s go bro!” Brevor cheered, stomping his Size 15 blue Nike’s hard on the ground.

“I thought I was just about to win there, babe.” Crent playfully kicked Brevor’s shin with a Size 14 black Adidas, not noticing how the term of endearment had come out more like an insult. Noting his socks had fallen down a little, he faithfully bent down to pull them up before continuing.

“You still have time to surrender,” Crent sniggered.

“Nah bro, you’re about to fade!” Brevor may have been right, that last stretch was getting close. But that didn’t mean Crent was going to give up! Confidently, he grabbed his boyfriends behind and pulled him in. Crent may have been focusing on his game of gay chicken, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to feel up his bro’s ample bottom on the side. And wow, was he glad he did. It was thick and tough. Soft, yet too muscular to derive any pleasure from. Sneakily, Crent shoved a finger into Brevor’s butthole, finding it was way too tight to be welcoming.

“Hey!” Brevor yelped.

“Sorry, brohama,” Crent purred. “I’m just luring you in.”

“The point of the game isn’t to turn me on, dude,” Brevor sneered. “That’s a different game of gay chicken.”

“I just gotta get comfortable, bro. Just doin’ the same thing to you I do to a…”

Crent stopped himself, unsure of what word was supposed to finish that sentence. Instead of dwelling on it however, he continued. With one hand still on the butt, Crent slowly explored the rest of Brevor’s midsection. He found a pair of heavy kumquats hiding in the man’s shorts, so large they were probably painful to contain in clothing. Above those was his boyfriend’s babymaker, a soft 7 inch sausage stuffed not so subtly. Right as Crent passed Brevor’s previous point, mere centimeters away from the lips, Crent gave the other man’s dick a quick squeeze and backed off.

“Is somebro feeling a little frisky?” Brevor remarked.

“We’ll see when you kiss me,” Crent antagonized back. Not being one to back down, Brevor stuck his hand right into Crent’s shorts. Finding the soft 7 inch joystick, he pulled the other man so close that he could feel Crent’s balls rub against his. Even though they were separated by layers of fabric, Brevor was able to feel their succulent, robust nature. After giving the pouch a good squeeze, Brevor found that Crent’s buttocks shared the same descriptive adjectives. Succulent and robust, but also tense.

“What…what are you doing…bro?” Crent murmured, finding Brevor’s actions were a little less playful than his own.

“I’m losing.”

And with that, Brevor pushed himself into Crent’s lips. At first it was only Brevor kissing, but Crent got the memo and quickly began reciprocating. It wasn’t very long and it wasn’t involving tongues, but it was a kiss nonetheless. Both of the men felt odd and weird about the kiss, but part of them felt good about it too.

Immediately, the two men felt their dicks get hard followed by a constantly-looming need to touch them. Being preoccupied by their strange kiss however, they could only think of one way to resolve their issue: grinding. The two bros instantly started humping each other, as if the same, horny thought process was guiding their decisions. But with each rub against the other body, their attraction and horniness faded, becoming nothing more but amusement towards each other. The thought of actually liking each other felt pretty gay. And the more the two bros shared their gaze while kissing and humping, the less desire they felt. Instead, they discovered a great friendship and comradery towards each other.

The fading of attraction towards was closely followed by their homosexuality as a whole. Even though they were physically with their bro, they were mentally dreaming about boobs and tight pussy. Their homosexualities weren’t the only things disappearing however, as their IQ had been steadily dropping during their entire process of “appreciation of the male form”. Their minds began restructuring, new memories settling in and piecing together their new lives.

Flashes of sports, porn, and endless sex. Bad grades and rich parents, privileged backgrounds and dull futures. Lots of banter with the bros, even a bit of gay banter. Obviously, they sucked and jerked their bros off every now and then but that wasn't gay–just dude stuff. Sometimes they even destroyed nerds’ holes in order to make them do their homework, but as long as they topped it wasn’t gay. And a simple “no homo” always cleared things up though.

Laughing more as they humped, the two men (if they could really be called that) began thinking of this more as a stupid game. With so many memories of banging and impregnating countless cheerleaders and sorority chicks over the years, the thought of being gay seemed like a foreign concept. Just the idea of motorboating or ramming their cocks and seeding some bimbo made the two jocks want to-

“OH BRO!” they both shouted in unison as giant blasts of cum soaked the front of their shorts. With IQs under 90, the pair began showcasing the best of male intellect by jokingly rubbing their wet fronts against each other.

“You’re such a fag, bro!” Trent guffawed. “I knew I was gonna win.”

“Oh whatever dude,” Trevor huffed. “I wasn’t the fairy who was enjoying it.”

They both continued bantering with each other before realizing the rest of their crew had already gone back to the frat house. Accepting defeat for now, Trevor smirked and gave Trent a playful spank.

“Good game, bro,” Trevor ceded. “But I’ll getcha next time.” Trent chuckled dully before giving a smack back to Trevor’s behind.

“Sure, broski. Good game.”

#gay to straight #dumber #nerdtojock #fratification #bottomtotop #age regression tf #unintendedresults

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leverage-ot3 · 6 months

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notable moments from The Cross My Heart Job

leverage 4.09

(team comes down an escalator toward the main floor)

Sophie: Well, that trip was a complete disaster.

Hardison: It was a train wreck.

Eliot: No, it was a shipwreck. And you know how I know that? 'Cause I was in the wreck.

Hardison: Hey, man, I don't want to hear you complain. At least you don't have to fix th-the ear buds. You know what?

Eliot: Man, don't talk to me about the ear buds! I just fought three ex-Brazilian combat divers with spear-guns, underwater!

Hardison: I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it.

Eliot: You believe this? (taps Sophie’s arm)

Sophie: Ow, don't touch me. I am sunburnt everywhere. I hate playing the French heiress on the topless beach.

Parker: Oh, I don't know what you're complaining about. I didn't even get to see the emerald.

Hardison: Are you for real?

Eliot: Oh, my god, for the last time, it's not an emerald. All right? It's an island. It's the "Emerald of the Caribbean."

chaotic family on an escalator

- - - - -

Parker: The heart could be anywhere by now. They could have jumped in a taxi and driven off.

Sophie: No, no, we have to assume it's still in the airport, that they're planning to fly it out.

Parker: Why?

Eliot: 'Cause otherwise, we've already lost

- - - - -

Eliot: All right. They're in there. We're gonna need a distraction.

(Sophie takes off her pants and uses her long shirt like a dress, then shakes out her hair and pulls a pair of heels from her purse. Parker counts some cash)

Parker: All right, they told Linda to call from a pay phone for instructions once she made the drop.

Eliot (hands Parker money): Better hurry up, or they're gonna start getting suspicious.

Parker: It's a good thing we didn't stay on that island to see those emeralds.

Eliot: Parker, I just t...

(Sophie leans on Eliot to put on her shoes)

Eliot: You carry high heels in your purse?

Sophie: I always travel with heels. (takes Parker’s scarf and ties it around her waist) How's this? Distracting enough?

Parker: Hmm.

parker and eliot both look away, partially to give her privacy but partially to act as a wall so that other people won’t see her changing

notice the stark contrast between this scene and the other changing scene in this episode

- - - - -

(the clerk closes the doors. Inside, Eliot pulls the kidnapper between two tables while Parker talks to Tanya)

Paker: Yeah, that will work. We'll get you a little taser, carry it with you wherever you go-

parker and her tasers + being surprisingly good with kids

- - - - -

Nate (to Eliot): What do you got on this guy?

Eliot: He's not a professional. He has no combat training. Lousy Zanshin.

Parker: The what?

Eliot: He's a loc... It means "personal awareness." Thug for hire, but very well funded. (hands Nate tickets) Two first-class tickets, one for him and one for the girl, and that's how they got past security, and (hands gun to Nate) plastic gun. One or two shots in the barrel warps, but that's pretty much all you need, very pricey hardware.

Parker: Why would someone pay for that but not hire a professional?

Eliot: He doesn't want a professional. He wants a local so we can't trace him back to him.

- - - - -

(Eliot uses a cord to tie the kidnapper’s hands)

Eliot (to Sophie): Don't suppose you travel with handcuffs.

Sophie: No, not on this trip.

👀👀👀

- - - - -

Parker: Plus the ear buds are busted.

Hardison: And I burned our phones and our credit cards so we can't be traced.

Sophie: Most of our money went on bribing the waiter.

Eliot: We're operating in a secured area.

Parker: And my lock picks are checked.

Hardison: And airport wi-fi is a joke. Face it, we're practically naked.

- - - - -

(Eliot and Parker walk out of the Restaurant and part ways. Parker approaches a kiosk that sells computers and looks around, then crouches to look at the locks before walking away. Eliot approaches an electronic store before yelling catches his attention from a check in desk not far away)

Platinum Flyer: You guys! Hey! Platinum flyer over here. Come here. Somebody look at me.

Airline Clerk: Sir, please calm down.

Platinum Flyer: Ju... let me stop you right there, okay? I don't care what seats you have left, all right? Do you see this? (holds up a card) I am a vista Atlantic platinum flyer, all right? Is this card gold? No. Look at it. Is it silver? No.

(Eliot looks around, sees a magazine and picks it up)

Platinum Flyer: It's platinum, all right? So if you think that I am sitting back in coach with the rabble, you got another think coming, all right?

(Eliot puts the magazine over the Platinum Flyer’s briefcase as the man tries to drop his wallet into it)

Platinum Flyer: You can just forget it. I don't even want to talk to you anymore. Who's that? Thing one and thing two, come here. You guys. Hey!

(Eliot walks back to the electronics store and pulls the Platinum Flyer’s credit card from the wallet. He enters the store and grabs several packages of walkie talkies, then flags down a clerk)

Eliot: Yo, yo, yo. Come over here.

(Parker tries on various sunglasses, stealing a pair before walking away. She walks past again and steals a snow globe. On another pass she steals a bag. She returns to the computer kiosk and breaks the sunglasses to picks the locks, revealing an old style CRT monitor)

all this competence porn, it’s SO GOOD

- - - - -

(later Parker and Eliot take apart the walkie talkies at a table while Hardison uses an old computer at the bar with Sophie and Linda watching while Nate paces)

Nate: Hardison, come on.

Hardison: Look, man, this is like stone knives and bearskins, okay? Nobody's asking Eliot to fight a guy with a nerf sword.

Eliot: Damascus, 2002.

Hardison: Like you've been to Damascus.

domestic parker and eliot taking apart walkie talkies? eliot legit sword fighting with a nerf sword? amazing

- - - - -

(the clerk watches from behind them, amazed)

Hardison: Wh-what? Come on, man. Like you've never seen a man travel with a desktop before. Go.

LMAO

- - - - -

Nate: Right there! Right there. Him.

Sophie: Dean Chesney?

Nate: Dean Chesney, CEO of Vertronics defense contractor. I had my eye on him for quite a while, but he was never a high-priority target.

Hardison: Why not?

Nate: He was dying.

- - - - -

(Eliot sits down and his feet hit against the struggling kidnapper. Eliot kicks him in the head but he continues making muffled sounds)

Nate: Are you done?

(Eliot kicks the man again)

Eliot: Yeah

- - - - -

Hardison: After we get out of the public areas of the terminal, we work on level two. It's ground crew, tarmac access. It gets us from here to the private terminal.

Parker: How do we get that? Break Eliot's wrist?

Hardison: What? N-no, no. We just pick one up from where the ground crew left it.

[Locker Room]

Parker (opening combination lock): Yeah, this will keep my stuff safe, from a 6-year-old with the DTs.

(Parker opens the locker and removes a jacket. Eliot closes the locker and hits the lock on the one next to it, opening the lock. He pulls out a level 2 badge and hands it to Parker)

Eliot: That's two.

(Parker and Eliot begin to change clothes)

🔥🔥🔥 scene tho 🔥🔥🔥

also, notice how they start getting changed without turning around or anything, like hardison would have immediately turned around because that’s who he is. she literally immediately takes her shirt off without a care. he doesn’t even blink at it. eliot and parker have a very strong, nonverbal, physical bond because they’re similar entities. they understand each other on a deep level because of their pasts and there isn’t that type of need for modesty between them.

also they’re literally so close to each other when they’re doing this??? literally, personal space? they don’t know her

ALSO, eliot throws his shirt at the camera and idk it feels like he’s giving parker privacy from the “onlookers” (aka the camera) if you get what I’m saying,,,

- - - - -

Sophie: Well, we have to lure them out.

Parker: Oh, okay. Set Nate on fire?

Eliot: Settle down

she mouths “no” back at him and they have a silent exchange where she ends up smiling I love them

- - - - -

Hardison (pacing): Come on, Eliot. Come on, come on. Come on, man.

Announcer: Mr. Picard. Mr. Kirk Picard, please meet your party at door "E.

ELIOT KNOWS HOW TO GET HARDISONS ATTENTION. HE KNOWS TO MAKE A STAR TREK REFERENCE AND BAM HARDISON KNOWS WHATS UP. WHAT D O R K S

- - - - -

(Eliot gets into a cart that Parker is sitting in. She holds up the keys and hands them to him)

Parker: Let's ride

her SMILE and EXCITEMENT

- - - - -

Hardison: Excuse me. Uh, something's wrong with my pin. Can you reset it for me?

(Hardison hands the card to the guard, who scans it)

Guard: Can you confirm your old pin?

(the screen shows that the card belongs to a woman and the guard looks at Hardison in surprise)

Guard: Uh...

Hardison: What?

Guard: Wh—

Hardison: what? You got a, you got a problem? My little transformation? Go on, speak your mind. Yeah, I had some surgery, huh? A little nip, a little tuck, a little pop, okay? And now I am who I'm supposed to be. I used to be Francesca. Now my name is Frank!

Guard: Um...

(a second guard turns to look at Hardison)

Hardison: You got a problem? You... excu—excu—I didn't know this was the club. You all up in the mix, don't even know the flavor. What's your problem? (walks around the desk aggressively) You got a, you—everybody got a problem with this? Look, racism, sexism, anti-semitism? That's how you y'all want to play this? Cool. I thought it was a no-no in airport security, but I see y'all profilin' me right, left, and center, everywhere. You know what? Shame on you. Shame on your mama. Shame on your kids.

(Hardison glances at the monitor to see the pin number, then walks back around the desk)

Guard: I-it's fine. I-it's fine. I got no problem with anything. Uh, it-it looks like you used to, used to be a-a really pretty girl.

Hardison: Used to be?

Guard: A-and n-now you're a-a very handsome gentleman.

Hardison: You hitting on me?

Guard: C-can you confirm your old pin?

Hardison: It's 5135.

Guard: Uh. (scans the card) Okay, there. Try that.

Hardison: Thank you. (looks at second guard) You better re-adjust your peripherals.

Guard 2: Real smooth.

(Hardison returns to the card reader and scans the card, entering the pin)

Reader: Pin accepted.

Hardison: Don't care what anybody else says. Next time, I'm taking the train.

I can’t tell if this scene was transphobic or not ??? like, it could have been worse and he called out people who would be judgmental of his “transformation” ???

like there was like one other kinda transphobic thing they did in the show but I forget the episode

- - - - -

Nate: I know what you're gonna say.

Sophie: I think you should have a drink.

Nate: Okay, I didn't know what you were gonna say.

Sophie: Look, we don't like it when you drink, (pours him a drink) but we trust you when you do. We both knew this was gonna get personal. We need you to stay clear-headed. You let it get to you now, it's gonna go bad for all of us. Be very careful, Nate.

- - - - -

Nate: Sam would have been 13 this year. A teenager. Almost a man. I mean, you know, probably a big pain in the ass, but… Joshua Spin is getting out of that hospital bed.

(Sophie nods. Nate sighs and takes the drink, looking down at Sophie’s hand over his)

- - - - -

hardison’s GRIN when he sees all the computers in the tower 🥺

- - - - -

Parker: It took us 8 minutes to get there. It's gonna take us 8 minutes to get back. Wait. (goes around to the front of the cart)

Eliot: What are you doing? Wait. No way!

(Parker lies on the ground and reaches under the cart)

Eliot: Come on, Parker, we got to go! We got to get-- Let's go! What are you do-- Quit monkeying around under there!

(Parker stands up holding a piece of electronics)

Eliot: Did you just pull something out of the engine?

Parker: Yeah. Spark regulator, keeps the cart from going more than 25 miles an hour. Now we'll get there in 4 minutes.

(Eliot starts the cart and takes off quickly)

Parker: Hey! Whoa! Whoa! Yeah!

- - - - -

Nate: Last week on that island, you faked a volcanic eruption. How is this harder?

HE DID WHAT NOW

- - - - -

Nate: You just sell it to the tower.

Sophie: Massdot special?

Nate: Massdot special.

Linda: Massdot special?

Sophie: Yes! (takes Linda’s phone and makes a call)

[National Weather Service]

Rachael: National Weather Service. This is Rachel.

Sophie: Oh, thank God!

[Crab-a-Rama]

Sophie: I was just out walking my dogs, and I saw a tornado touch down!

(Nate pulls up pictures of tornadoes on the computer)

Rachael: Are you sure?

[National Weather Service]

Rachael: The current forecast don't indicate any severe-weather patterns.

Sophie: I'm sure.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Sophie: I took a photo of it with my phone. I'm sending it to you now.

(Nate sends a picture of a tornado to Rachael as he dials the phone)

[National Weather Service]

(Rachael looks at the picture in shock)

Rachael: Uh, please hold, ma'am. (places Sophie on hold and takes another call) National weather service. This is Rachel.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: Are you asleep at the wheel? There's a tornado out here by the airport right now! A freaking tornado! Come on!

[National Weather Service]

Rachael: Bill. Bill!

Bill: What is it?

Rachael: We got calls here. I think we need to issue a tornado warning for the Cincinnati metropolitan area.

- - - - -

Chesney: --to make the top of the list. This is my only chance. I've planned for months. I have eight backup contingencies. I'm fighting for my life, Mr. Ford! What are you fighting for?

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: I am fighting for that 15-year-old boy that you're going to kill.

[Chesney’s Room]

Chesney: God helps those who help themselves.

Nate: And I help people who can't.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: And God help you if anything should happen to that boy, because if he spends more than one second longer in that hospital than he needs to, I will make it my mission in life to end you.

[Chesney’s Room]

Nate: I will ruin you.

[Crab-a-Rama]

Nate: I will ruin your name. I will ruin your company. I will bring down everything you have ever touched. And when I am done, I will hunt you down--

[Chesney’s Room]

Nate: --and I will kill you myself.

[Crab-a-Rama]

(Nate hangs up the phone)

- - - - -

parker yells “yee haw” a lot and I love her for that

- - - - -

Pilot: Tower, field is in sight.

Program: We have you in sight. Clear to land on runway 1-8.

Hardison: Okay, flight 4-0-9. W-we have a visual. You are clear to land on runway 1-8.

Pilot: Roger. Clear to land.

(the airplane lands safely)

Pilot: Tower, we are down.

Hardison: Yes! Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about.

Pilot: Say again, tower?

Hardison: I'm sorry. No, no, I'm sorry. It's cool. It's cool. It's cool. Celebrate with me. All right.

hardison managed to land an airplane with 300 people on it with nothing more than a computer and a flight simulator and we STAN our intelligent man

- - - - -

eliot was always standing next to hardison in all the extra scenes in this episode and we love to see it

- - - - -

(Eliot looks at Nate and Sophie, then nudges Hardison)

Eliot: Let's go.

(Eliot grabs Parker on the way down the hall, Hardison follows them)

his lil pat on hardison’s shoulder? how he places a guiding hand on parker’s arm, leading her away? we LOVE to see casual touches and casual intimacy between them

- - - - -

so hardison likes to assemble model helicopters in his spare time sometimes and nate assembles model ships in his ???

- - - - -

Chesney: So now what? You can't report me without exposing yourself. And what's to stop me from trying again?

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: I am. (hits remote to bring up information and a video feed on the monitors) I'm watching you. I'm watching your money, your people, your company. What have you got there, a pulse rate of 86?

[Chesney’s Room]

(Chesney looks around in alarm)

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: Oh, look at that.

[Chesney’s Room]

Nate: Just jumped up to 104. That can't be good for you.

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: Make your peace now, Chesney. (continues putting model together) Because if I see anything, anything I don't like...

[Chesney’s Room]

Chesney: Well, Mr. Ford it seems you've killed me after all.

[Leverage HQ]

Nate: Oh, I didn't kill you. God killed you. I just made sure it took. (hangs up)

#eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #leverage #nate ford #nate ford meta #sophie devereaux #sophie devereaux meta #parker meta #alec hardison meta #eliot spencer meta #meta #notable moments #the cross my heart job #leverage season 4 #mine #leverage: let's go steal a queue

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layla4567 · 10 months

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Teach me ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Adam warlock x fem!reader

Summary: You were a guardian of the galaxy but when your team broke up you decided to stay in Knowhere attending to other types of tasks. Now Adam, Kraglin, Groot, Cosmo, Phyla, and Rocket are part of the new team. And while you help with Nebula and Drax to take care of the children, Adam has an eye on you.

Warnings: none

Word count: 3k

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

Since you left the guardians things had changed a lot. Although, well, it couldn't be said that you really "left" the guardians because you were still working in Knowhere, only now you were doing less dangerous missions. Now you were in charge of taking care of the rescued children and some animals as well. Your specialty was teaching them basic things like reading, writing, etc. Thanks to that, you were now nicknamed "Knohere's teacher" and you could only laugh sweetly when you heard it.

But you weren't the only one who helped with the care of the children, occasionally Drax and Nebula also gave you a hand, but you soon discovered that the children adored you more than the other two, maybe it was because you had more patience or instinct Motherly, you weren't sure. You still remember that time a girl approached you happily saying something that makes you smile to this day.

(flashback)

You left your room always well ordered and full of several different species of plants that you watered daily. Even though you no longer went on missions with the team, you still wore your special suit because it was comfortable and beautiful. You walked out the door tying your hair into a messy bun ready to greet the kids and teach them something new today. You were reunited with Drax and Nebula when a girl with close-cropped platinum hair and purple eyes approached smiling with a notebook in hand.

"Well?, are you ready to learn about animals today, Ulani?"-Drax said

The girl in response began to jump happily while nodding her head fervently.

"Good, Come with me and Drax so we can teach you.."-Nebula said as she took Ulani's delicate hand to gently drag her towards a room, but the girl stood stoically in her place as if she was bolted to the ground and looked at them with a frown.

"I don't wanna"

Nebula was puzzled looking at Drax as if asking for an explanation. He crouched down to be at the height of the little girl.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to come with Uncle Drax and Aunt Nebula?"

Little Ulani shook her head with a pout without breaking eye contact and then to your surprise she pointed a chubby finger at you.

"I want her to teach me"

Now Ulani was looking at you with those beautiful little purple eyes shining with enthusiasm while a big smile returned to her face. Nebula crossed her arms in confusion as Drax patiently asked why she wanted to study with you.

"Because she has a nice smile and she always draws pictures for me"

you couldn't help but cover your mouth to hide your laughter as you grabbed the girl by the hand and took her with you to study.

(end of flashback)

This is how all the children of Knowhere, especially Ulani, would visit you in your room so that you could teach them numbers, colors and other things that seemed to be fun and useful to them. Meanwhile, the new guardians kept traveling through space fighting aliens and all that stuff you used to do. Of course, the newest member that got everyone's attention was Adam, especially your attention. Several times when they returned from missions and went to work on Knowhere, you had noticed how Adam would look at you while you played teacher. Even sometimes when he stared at you and you noticed it and turned to see him, he quickly turned his head and looked in another direction pretending that nothing had happened.

You were heading towards some tables and chairs that were outside the Knowhere dining room with your bag with everything you needed: pencils, papers, etc. There were already four excited children waiting for you and clearly among them was Ulani. You had grown fond of the girl and she with you. She was the most energetic of all the kids you taught and was always the first to ask when she didn't understand something.

"Hello miss (y/n), we are ready!"

you smiled at such a cordial welcome and sat down in the chair next to them ready to teach them how to write. You took out a couple of papers and several pencils for them while you dictated a few simple words. They obeyed you, paying attention and copying the words in big, messy letters. While you was reading what they had written and correcting them, a somewhat deafening noise accompanied by a fresh blizzard that made the papers fly was present. Out of the corner of your eye you saw how the guardians' ship landed near you and Captain Rocket and the others came down from it. They got out and people came up to them surrounding them and cheering like they were rock stars. They was always received like this and it seemed that the mission was successful. Rocket thanked and retired to his room drinking from a glass with a straw, the others stayed greeting the people of Knowhere. You smiled admiring them from afar. Suddenly you couldn't help but see Adam, he was greeting an old woman listening to her praise while he gently held her hands, you tilted your head a little and an "aww" escaped your lips without even thinking.

Ulani noticed your sigh and raised her head from the paper to look at you. You had lost sight and smiled like a fool. The intrigued little girl followed your gaze and noticed that you were looking at the sovereign.

"They're amazing, don't you think?"

You shook your head in confusion with raised eyebrows looking at her.

"What do you say, little one?"

Ulani pointed to where the guardians were. "They, are the best warriors in the galaxy, especially that tall golden boy"

Your smile became small while Ulani smiled, it seemed that the girl knew how to hit the nail on the head or she just couldn't imagine that you had some kind of crush on Adam. You blushed, muttering a vague statement, you felt ashamed for having been caught red-handed. But just like that, you looked at Adam again only to find his gaze fixed on yours, now he was looking at you with a tender smile. You felt your ears redden and you smiled nervously greeting him with one hand, he returned the gesture.

When the class ended and the dictations were corrected and scored, you announced that the next class you were going to read them a story so they would learn to read. They squealed with excitement while you laughed in amusement. So much fuss caused the sovereign looked at you smiling delighted. You collected your things while you said goodbye to the children with a kiss on their foreheads. Adam put what he was doing aside and turned to you. You put your backpack on your shoulder and you were going to go to your room when you saw him approach you with a happy step, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

"Greetings (y/n), how are you today?"

Adam hugged you leaving you speechless, he always used to hug people including you but every time he did it you felt a roller coaster in your stomach, of course he didn't know

"Hello Adam, I'm very well thank you. In fact I just finished a class with the children"

"Yeah, I saw you guys. It looked like fun"

Thousands of thoughts passed through Adam's head and they were all about you. The sovereign couldn't stop thinking of you every time he went on a mission and when everything became dangerous and they were at risk of being seriously injured, he thought of you, and your sweet face filling his mind comforted him and gave him strength to continue. Go ahead and tell himself that he would finish the mission so he could see you again. And now seeing you educate the children his heart melted, your patience and the love you gave to those kids made him feel things in his stomach, he remembered that someone had told him what that was called… butterflies? Yes, that was it, he felt butterflies and he couldn't help it.

"The effort he puts into the education of these children is beautiful"

The words came out of Adam's mouth like a torrent, he didn't want to say them but they escaped. You looked at him surprised, not really knowing how to react. When he realized it, he looked down with regret and blushed, placing his hands behind his back and kicking an imaginary stone with his foot like a child would. At this behavior you giggled

"Thank you so much Adam, it's nice that you say that"

Now you looked down and they both blushed like two college teenagers. Why did you behave in such a foolish way when you were around him? Couldn't you act like a normal person? And why did he have to look at you with puppy dog eyes all the time? He was about to say something when a scream interrupted him.

"Adam come here! the roof of a house fell again!"

It was Kraglin, Adam looked at me as if apologizing while you just nodded smiling. He floated away and you went back to your room with your pulse racing.

🍀💮🍀💮

The next day you woke up and remembered that you would read something to the children today, so you grabbed a children's book from a shelf, "Little Red Riding Hood". You were sure that the children would find that story curious. You smiled and left your room smiling with the book under your arm and your backpack hanging from your shoulder. You saw out of the corner of your eye that Adam was helping Rocket with some boxes. He looked at you and greeted you, you greeted him back and kept walking. Adam felt in the clouds every time he saw your eyes, that's why with a lost look he didn't realize that he had a box in front of his feet and when he wanted to take a step forward he tripped and fell with his red cape throwing on his face ahead and covering his head. You stopped, startled by the noise when you saw Adam lying on the floor and covered your mouth laughing in embarrassment. Rocket who was next to Adam did it too, but less subtle.

"HAHAAH, what's wrong Adam, did you want to kiss the ground?-Rocket exclaimed throwing his head back while slapping his knee.

Adam stood up quickly as he pushed the cloak away from his face with a flushed face as he watched you walk away shaking your head and smiling, surely now you thought he was a fool. You went to the usual place and you met your faithful student and two other children.

"Hi miss (y/n)! They are Ciro and Eber, they are my friends. I told them to come to hear the story!"

The two boys seemed more shy than their eloquent friend but they smiled at me with kindness and devotion. You greeted them gently and began to tell the story. You stood next to them so they could admire the drawings on the pages and continue reading with you.

"Once upon a time there was a sweet girl who loved her mother and grandmother very much. He helped them in everything he could and since he was so good on his birthday his grandmother gave him a red hood. Because she liked it so much and went with her everywhere, soon everyone started calling her Little Red Riding Hood."

you would read and point to the images, they would pay attention to you with eyes wide open. You never considered yourself a good storyteller, to tell you the truth, you didn't like your voice, but these kids seemed to like it. As you were turning the pages, you were pointing to the words so that they could repeat them slowly. You emphasized each letter and separated them into syllables to make it easier. Also, if they didn't understand something or didn't know what was mentioned in the book, you patiently explained it to them. Adam from afar looked at you curious and enthusiastic again, when he had finished his work (and after some reproaches from Rocket) the sovereign came a little closer to where you were to better listen to what you were saying.

"...The wolf sent Little Red Riding Hood the longest way and arrived before her at granny's house. So she pretended to be the little girl and knocked on the door. Although what he did not know is that a hunter had seen him arrive. "Who is it?", answered the grandmother "It's me, Little Red Riding Hood," said the wolf. "How good my daughter. come on, come on" The wolf entered, pounced on the granny and ate her in one bite. She put on her nightgown and got into bed to wait for Little Red Riding Hood to arrive."

A gasp came out of the mouths of the little ones who looked at the book with surprise, you smiled delighted by their attention. Adam seemed surprised and amused as well.

"..When Little Red Riding Hood entered, she found Granny different, although she didn't quite know why. "Grandma, what big eyes you have!". "Yes, they are to see you better, my daughter". "Grandma, what big ears you have!". "Of course, they are to hear you better". "But granny, what bigger teeth you have!". "They are for eat you better!!" As soon as he said this, the wolf pounced on Little Red Riding Hood and ate her too. His stomach was so full that the wolf fell asleep"

With each part of the body that Little Red Riding Hood named, you pointed to the eyes, ears and mouths of the little ones who laughed with amusement. But when the part came where the wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood, you growled as if you were the animal from the story and you began to tickle them and the children kicked their feet laughing happily. Adam also chuckled softly with a tender look. Ulani, Ciro and Eber were impressed by the story and above all by the way you told it, you gesticulated a lot and you knew how to interpret each emotion as if you were a theater actress. Suddenly the youngest of the children became serious and with a trembling voice said

"I don't think I like this story, the wolf is very mean"

You looked at him like a loving mother and caressed his cheek

"But don't be sad, the story isn't over yet"

This is how you reached the end of the story when the hunter found the wolf and filled its belly with stones, throwing it into the river, thus saving Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother. The children clapped happily and cheered, while you laughed lovingly. And again you promised them another story for the next morning, since it seemed that they adored it. You went back to pick up your things and Adam came over to help you.

"What a sweet voice you have to tell stories…"

You were surprised by his presence so close and his words charged with love that you awkwardly dropped the book you had in your hand. You and Adam reached under the table to pick it up when your hand accidentally touched his. They stared at each other for a few seconds until you looked away feeling your cheeks burn. You got up from under the table but not before Adam covered the edge of the table with his big hand so you wouldn't hit your head, he smiled innocently at you and said "careful". You thanked him, still blushing, and brushed an unruly lock away from your face, placing it nervously behind your ear.

"It seems that the children love that you read them stories…and I do too"

This last he said in a low voice, hesitating whether to confess it or not. You were getting redder, was he…flirting with you? It just can't be.

"I really don't think I have that good a storytelling voice.."-you whispered lowering your head

Adam stared at you stunned with a frown in confusion, did you really think that of yourself? The sovereign was about to reply "Oh if you could see yourself as I see you…" but he bit his tongue and didn't say it.

Since he didn't know what to say, you were about to leave when in an attempt to keep you longer he grabbed your wrist. your breathing quickened a bit

"Is it true that tomorrow you will read them a story again?" You nodded "Then I think I'll be there too, I want to hear you"

You smile perplexed, you were supposed to teach children to read, not adults, but you thought it was a tender gesture.

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As you promised, now you were heading back with another book in your hand, "The Little Prince". But this time you were a little nervous because you knew that among the children would be Adam, who was not a child. When you arrived at Knowhere Square there were at least 15 children waiting for you. You swallowed scared, you had never read for so many people. You thought that there would only be three or four children like the previous days but this time it was a whole contingent and not only that, now instead of reading in a small and private room or at a table outside the cafeteria you would have to do it in the middle of the square where people passed. Your palms sweated.

Nebula walked over to your side and looked at the children who were already sitting on the floor in a circle.

"I think you have a great audience today"

But you were pale and serious and you were squeezing the book as if it were going to fly away, Nebula noticed it and placed a hand on your shoulder rubbing it.

"Don't worry, I know you'll do well. I've seen how you read to them, you really do well and they love you. I'll be around if you need anything"

You nodded gratefully and when he left you sat on the floor next to them, you opened the book and were about to read but the words got stuck in your throat, unconsciously you searched for Adam with your eyes and there he was at the bottom of the room. He rounded sitting like a Buddha with his elbows on his knees and his hands on his chin, looking at you and encouraging you to continue. His presence gave you the courage you needed, you began the story with more relief and encouragement.

"isn't she fantastic?"-Adam whispered with a lovesick face to a boy who was sitting next to him.

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ladymarycrawley · 11 months

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The blondie I'm in love with - Mason Mount

Request: Mason has a fake girlfriend but with a happy ending please (requested by @masterclassbaby sorry baby, I kept you waiting so long for this 🙈 hope you like it!)

Warning: one of my worst pieces to date I think but after months of lacking any motivation to write about Mason I got struck but this idea all of a sudden last night so

Tag list: @masonxomount @prideofpd @masterclassbaby @chelsealover @johnstonesfc

Summer’s hot and sunny weather it’s like the secret ingredient for good things to happen, such as good holidays in beautiful places. Better if shared with people we love and have fun with. That was the case for you and Mason who got the chance to spend some time together with some of your mutual friends, spending days at the beach and nights out, staying up late.

Another thing that usually happens in summer, football related, is the transfer window where players say goodbye to the teams they've played in until that moment and let some new teams welcome them for their new adventure. Mason made no exception as he was among those players too.

The season that just ended wasn’t the best of his career for sure and he needed that month away from football to clear his mind as well as relax.

“Well now everyone will make up some weird theories about your new hair colour and that'll be so much fun"

Clearing his mind meant also doing some crazy things such as dying his hair platinum blonde (something that was quite en vogue among those football players…what’s the fascination behind it?). Most people, the ones who liked drama more than anything else, were certain there was some deep meaning behind those style changes.

"You'll be the one to blame"

"Me?? What does it have to do with me?"

"Cause it's always some girl's fault"

You rolled your eyes, making him giggle.

"As if"

"We could turn the whole situation at our advantage and make it fun"

"What do you mean? You're scaring me, Mount"

“Well, we could pretend you’re my girlfriend and you’re the one girl to blame”

You served him a kind of puzzled look, not seeing the whole point of the thing.

“And so? What’s the sense of it all?”

“Just to give them something to talk about, you know the transfer window is here and I’ve had enough of random people assuming things about myself and my future as a player so we’ll give them a distraction”

"I'm not sure I want to be their distraction…"

After a one of a kind, rather weird courting you gave in and accepted to be his fake girlfriend: behind the cameras and the paps' flashes you kept on behaving normally, as if nothing happened, as if you were still a couple of good friends and nothing more.

One of the reasons why you didn't want this thing to happen was because you knew, like it or not, something deep down your soul would have changed the way you perceived him and, consequently, the trajectory of your friendship. You always had a soft spot for him, not only because he was one your best friends but because something stronger was burning inside of you.

When his best mates would nudge him to tell him someone was watching or it was time for him to start his little act of the boyfriend in love your heart started racing: the way he would move closer to sneak his arm around your waist and graze the pad of his thumb against your hip bone, matched with the tender touch of his lips lingering against your jaw made you feel kind of dizzy. What if you were falling in love with one of your closest friends, for real, not just to play some senseless game?

"We would really make a cute couple" He whispered in your ear, giggling.

You giggled back, annoyed by how this thing was a bit too funny to him.

"We should break up at some point, you know that?"

"Who said that?" He kissed the sensitive skin behind your ear, causing goosebumps all over your arms.

"God Mase, I hate you sometimes"

The smirk on your face as he was holding you tight to him made you a very bad liar, there’s no other place you would have rather be in.

Those days were soon turning into a slow agony: Mason would swim close to you and give you underwater hugs, napping with you on the same bed, placing his hands on your hips in the club at night so your bodies would sway together to the rhythm of the loud music. You were doing all the things a couple would do but you weren’t a couple.

This dynamic cooled down when it was time for him to get back in business as things at Cobham weren’t going particularly well but you were sure he’d have sorted it out as he was Chelsea through and through. But you were wrong.

He avoided talking about what direction his football career would have taken even with you, who used to be the one he would tell everything, even the smallest things.

When the day prior to his official announcement he sat on your bed in your London house to tell you he accepted the bid Manchester United made for him so he would have moved up north rather soon you felt as if the whole world was falling upon your shoulders and Mason was your whole world.

"Wh - what? You're not a Chelsea player anymore?"

The sadness filling his eyes was heartbreaking to say the least, he was gutted to leave his heart's club, most of all because he was kind obliged to do so if he wanted to go on playing, which was the thing that mattered the most to him.

Mason nodded as his chocolate pupils followed your body falling to the ground, on your knees.

"Hey, are you -" He asked, getting up in a rush to take you.

"Don't touch me"

He gave you a puzzled look and you soon provided him with an explanation.

"You knew it, you knew you'd have left Chelsea and London from the beginning. That's why you dyed your hair this awful blonde that makes you look like a fuckboy. I hate you. You just used me for fun and you knew it from the beginning!" You cried out, trying to fight back the tears.

“You agreed when I told you about the fake relationship”

“Yes but you did it only because you already knew you would have left Chelsea and you used me as a shield against the fucking press!”

“I - didn’t know anything about United, we were in talks but it wasn’t official at all!”

“Fuck off Mason” You muttered, lowering your eyes as if you were looking for something on the carpet your tired body was abandoned on. Mason didn’t dare to look at you either, keeping his gaze down too.

"I dyed my hair simply because I liked it, because I had a shitty season felt the need to change something…I like you too"

"You what?" Your eyes now had to stop looking for something that didn’t exist on the floor and start to look at the handsome boy before you who just happened to say something quite powerful.

"Y/N I wanted to have some fun, yes, but I also liked you for quite a while and I didn't know how to tell you not to ruin our friendship." He kept on explaining with the softest voice.

“Oh so you now think you can get away with it by saying some sweet words??” Yes, those sweet words surely had an effect on you and denying it was the biggest lie ever.

“Come to Manchester with me”

That invite left you in a shocked state as it was the last thing you were expecting: why should he ask you to follow him away from London? You were good friends but that’s not the kind of question usually asked to someone who’s only a friend.

“Did you hear what I said?? I don’t even know if I want to be your friend anymore. You just used me and now you’re asking me to leave my city, my everyday life to follow you?”

“Yes, because I love you”

The three words. Mason just said those three words to you.

“You’ve always been there for me when I needed it, you always keep up with my shit, including faking a love relationship, but now I feel like I’m ready to have a real one. I wanna get home from training and see you there, dozing off on the sofa and kiss your forehead or taking you out to dinner at some fancy place”

Mason was there, looking as the most fragile creature you’ve ever seen, opening his heart to you with no fear, he was being the Mason you fell in love with, little by little, over the years.

Warm tears, joyful ones this time, started rolling down your cheeks as you threw your arms around his neck, causing him to fall flat on the mattress.

“I hate you, blondie”

“You love this blondie, you’re such a bad liar” You got lost in each other’s eyes that were shining with a different light, a warmer one.

“This could be the moment where I confess I’ve always been secretly in love with you but I won’t” You whispered shyly, making him smile.

He smirked and caressed your lower back in a circular motion.

“You hid it quite well actually” You both giggled before he pressed his lips against yours in a real kiss, one of those sloppy but heartfelt kisses that took you to another dimension, a dreamy and ideal one.

The moment you were living was just too intense to think about anything else and soon you found yourself straddling him, not even realising the speed at which your clothes fell on the floor, too busy making love to him for the first time.

That bed felt like the best place on earth, the one where all your dreams and hopes became true, the one where you were safe from every danger the outside world might be holding against you.

“This is not just a summer thing, right?”

“This will be a thing for many summers to come”

Mase’s arms were now your home, the shelter you would have run to in case of extreme glee or of unbearable pain, it was the place to be.

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sebbywrites · 1 year

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Training Camp Shenanigans (Nekoma & reader)

Summary: As a former club volleyball player, the reader is a great manager for the Nekoma boys team. She's just one to get into trouble when she isn't being so serious...

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(Y/n) (L/n). A third year now at Nekoma High School. You played Volleyball the entirety of your junior high years, and had a massive love for it; you even played for the High School girls' volleyball team in your first year.

That is until you had broken your arm on a vacation over break to visit your family in America. It had taken a lot longer to heal because you still tried to practice with it broken, which your doctor yelled at you about. You were just lucky it was your non-dominant arm.

So here you were, at a volleyball training camp, not playing. The reason being that while your bones had healed, you were still “baby guarding” your once broken arm, and trying to build back your muscle and strength in it. That ultimately made you quit playing competitive volleyball for the girls' team, which they understood, but were still sad to see you quit.

Starting the second half of your second year, you began managing the Boys' volleyball team. Coach Nekomata was also keen on letting you give them tips, from one player to another.

Although your experiences differed greatly, you were an excellent player when it came to volleyball.

That and the boys on the team absolutely adored you.

Right now, they are doing a penalty lap of “penguins” (as you call them) after losing a match to Fukurodani. In a kenma-like fashion, you pulled out your phone and began playing Bejeweled.

All too soon, your phone disappeared from your hands. You looked up to glare at the culprit, That’s my focus game, asshole!

“Haaah? What are you, 70 years old?”

“If your penguins are over with, a call out would’ve worked just fine,” you hissed. You tried to snatch your phone out of the taller boy’s hand, but he countered, holding it high above your head.

You glared, “I swear, Kuroo, I’m coming for your kneecaps..”

“Eh?”

Kuroo stared at you blankly, and you took the opportunity to jump up and take your phone out of his loosened grip.

Sometimes he forgets how good of an athlete you are, formerly or not.

“Come on, the next match is about to start.”

“R-right...”

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You were now refilling the water bottles for the team, humming a random tune. The last match of the day was still going, but you also knew that all of the teams would start their free practice after a short break, and you would have to go help out making dinner.

Then again, you could probably get out of it because you were terrible in the kitchen. Given that it was day one of the week-long training camp, you could probably be banned from the kitchen for the rest of the training camp.

You grimaced at the thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

You jumped, almost dropping the water bottle in your hands. You turned your head to see Yaku looking at you with a small smile on his face.

You laughed, “Ahaha, nothing much, just how I have to finish filling the water bottles and go help out with dinner.”

Immediately, Yaku started freaking out given your history with cooking.

From the doorway to the gym, Lev stared at the two of you yelling at each other.

“Uhh...”

Kuroo and Bokuto were chatting just behind Lev, the former taking notice of the first year’s lack of movement.

“Oi! Lev, if you have time to stand around then you can start working on your spikes!”

The platinum blond jumped. “Right!”

He took a moment to turn and ask Kuroo what was happening between Yaku and their short-ass manager.

Kuroo’s eyebrow twitched, while Bokuto started laughing his ass off at the two of you outside the gym.

“...I don’t know.”

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After somehow setting the rice cooker on fire Kiyoko-san and Mako-san immediately banned you from cooking for the rest of the week. They didn’t even want you to do the dishes.

While you expected this, it still hurt your feelings.

Dejected, you started walking towards the gyms to let everyone know that dinner would be ready in about an hour.

“Oya?”

Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima turned their attention away from their practice as you dejectedly entered the gym.

“Chibi-chan!”

Bokuto excitedly ran up to you and started chattering away. He left you absolutely no room to talk, making enough noise for everyone present.

“A-ah, Bokuto...”

Akaashi sighed, walking up with Kuroo to shut up their owl-like friend.

“Sorry, (Y/n)-chan,” Akaashi said.

You laughed, now pulled out of your mood for getting kicked out of the kitchen. “It’s ok Akaashi-kun, I know how he is.”

“I know.”

Kuroo bent down (almost uncomfortably since he was a foot taller than you) to wrap an arm around your shoulder as you deadpanned. His signature smirk was plastered on his face, giving you a bad feeling.

“Oya oya, (Y/n)~” Uh oh. “Why don’t you help us teach this baby bird with blocking?”

Of course, he asked that... you thought with a twitch of your brow.

You sighed heavily, “I was only supposed to come let you guys know you have another hour before dinner is ready.”

“You got kicked out of the kitchen didn’t you?”

You froze. “Ho- Why would you think that???” you started laughing nervously.

“You can’t cook for shit, (Y/n), we all expected this,” Kuroo deadpanned.

“Yeah...”

“So...” His signature smirk made its way back to his face as he geared up to ask you again. “Help us teach him how to block? Spike some balls for us?”

After thinking about it for a moment with a pout on your face, you gave in. “Fine, I’ll spike for you guys.”

“HEY HE-!”

“But only if you agree to stop making fun of me for playing Bejeweled.”

Now it was Kuroo’s turn to be shocked, slightly pulling away from your much shorter form. “You’re still mad about that!?”

He regained his composure as Bokuto and even Tsukishima laughed at you two.

“Fine, but I still don’t get why you play a game for old people.”

You scowled, then swiped your leg back to push in his knees harshly.

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You figured something like this would happen, so you brought your volleyball gear with you to the training camp.

After you agreed to help the boys in the third gym out, you did still have to go inform everyone else about dinner. Afterward, you changed and headed back to the gym.

There were still 45 minutes left until dinner should be ready once you found your way back to the third gym.

Some of the other school’s players noticed you walking past the gyms again in your volleyball gear, shoes in hand. A certain duo took special notice and went to Daichi for answers.

“Huh? Ah you mean the Nekoma manager?”

“Is that who she is!?” Hinata asked excitedly.

“Y-yeah,” Daichi replied. “She was one of the regulars for the girls' team up until last spring.”

“So cool!”

“Regular?” Kageyama inquired. “Then why is she their manager now? Shouldn’t she be playing for the girls' team?”

“Ah, well, from what I heard she had an injury that made her switch gears. However, a friend of mine from Tokyo said that she was well on her way to becoming the ace of the Nekoma girls' team.”

“No way...!”

As you stepped back into the third gym, putting on your beloved volleyball shoes and then beginning your warmup, you also watched the two idiots and Akaashi giving a quick lecture to Tsukishima.

“Ah! Welcome back Chibi-chan!”

“I’m all warmed up now, so whenever you want to get to the play I’m ready,” you replied with a smile.

Kuroo asked Akaashi to go set for you on the other side of the net, while he, Bokuto, and Tsukishima would try to block.

You threw up the ball toward the second-year setter, then ran up for the hit.

You had complete focus on the ball, and the three very tall boys on the other side of the net.

What none of them knew, was that for the past few weeks, you gathered up your friends from the girls' team and had them help you practice. You were still a bit unpolished in your movements after not playing seriously for such a long time, but none of that seemed to matter at that moment.

The cold, serious look on your face as you spiked the ball with such power scared even Kuroo, who was very used to playing with you during practices. He’d never seen such a look on your face.

It unnerved him.

Nonetheless, he had set the timing for the block almost perfectly. Unfortunately, you aimed directly for glasses’ slightly spread-out arms.

Your spike went directly between his arms like a hot knife through butter.

It was exhilarating.

Tsukishima stared at the ball falling behind him in shock. He was absolutely sure you had no chance of going between his arms like you did, or through any of the three for that matter.

“Aghhh, I should’ve expected that from (Y/n),” Kuroo commented. “Well, if that’s how she’s going to play, it looks like we might have to match her energy.”

The rooster-haired boy grinned with a determined look in his eye.

“Alright Tsukishima, let’s do it again,” the blond glanced at Kuroo as they set up their block again. “Remember, though, more experienced spikers like (Y/n) here will look for even the slightest hesitation, or the smallest opening in your stance and position. It’s important to keep that in mind.”

“R-right...”

“I’m going againnn!” you called out.

“Oonnne, two!”

Needless to say, the 5 of you came back after dinner to continue practicing (although Tsuki was dragged back against his will).

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It was day 3 of the training camp when Kuroo and Yaku came to both you and Coach Nekomata with a special request.

“E-eh!? Why do you want me to join in on the practice? I should be taking notes a-and getting the waters and-”

“Well,” Yaku began, “We know you’re still a really good player, (N/n)-chan.”

“And, we know you still need some practice yourself,” Kuroo added.

You scowled. “Kindly fuck off, Tetsuro.”

“(L/n).”

“Sorry, Coach.”

The old man looked back at his two third-year players, “I’ll allow it.” You and the boys smiled excitedly. “But, let me talk it over with the other coaches first. While they may or may not know how good of a player she is, this is still a training camp for the boys' teams, so they might be against it anyway.”

You three deflated visibly but understood where the coach was coming from.

This training camp isn’t for me as a player, so I don’t really understand why they would ask...

You looked down at your hands.

It can’t be helped... I quit on my own. It’s no one’s fault or responsibility but mine that I haven’t played in any matches.

“-/n)? (Y/n)-chan?” Yaku called to you with a softness in his voice.

He had immediately picked up on your change in mood at the shutdown of the request from him and Kuroo. The latter had also picked up on it, seeing as he had been a close friend of yours since your junior high days.

He knew just how painful it was for you to not play, it’s why he convinced the Coaches to let you in on practice rather than just take notes for the team from the sidelines.

Nekomata hadn’t ever seen you play until the first time you joined in on practice for 3 on 3 matches on a trial run. Kuroo’s lame excuse was that since you were a player yourself as well as their manager, you would have a better time gauging their strengths and weaknesses if you witnessed them firsthand in a match. It wasn’t necessarily wrong, as it certainly did help you gauge their abilities better, but it was still an idiotic excuse.

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Nekomata gathered the team together in front of the bench. Their two-hour lunch break had just ended, starting the practice matches back up.

You had yet to make your appearance back at the gym. No one knew why just yet, but a certain third-year duo had an inkling.

They were correct of course.

Just as Nekomata finished his little speech with the team and sent them off to warm up, you entered the gym in full volleyball attire.

“You see, our manager was a star player on our school’s girl team. She’s just as tenacious as those boys are, but I think it may also be a good learning opportunity for all of the teams.” Nekomata explained to the other coaches.

“Huh?”

“I get that she was a player before, but...”

Keishen and Takeda shared a look with one another before the former spoke up.

“We’d like to go along with it.” Ukai looked around the cafeteria to the players and other managers. “It’s a bit unorthodox, but because she’s a third year, and from what I’ve seen of her games-” Nekomata gave the young coach a look of surprise at that comment- “Nekoma’s manager is a force to be reckoned with.”

“Is that so...” Shinzen’s coach said.

Nekomata pulled you aside as you were refilling the water bottles a while before the practice matches were to start back up.

“I talked to the other coaches about your request.”

“Chibi-chan is playing!?” Bokuto practically screamed.

Akaashi looked up from their team circle in surprise, as did many other players around the gym, including the resident God-like quick duo.

You tried to act nonchalant about it, but it was starting to be really hard not to focus on all the eyes on you courtesy of the other boys in the gym.

Yaku grinned in delight. Kuroo gave his signature grin. Kenma looked a bit surprised at your small frame in volleyball gear, but quickly returned to save his game before starting warm-ups. Even Yamamoto had started crying.

“ACK!” Lev scooped you up into his arms and squeezed you as he cheered.

“L-Le-Lev!”

“OI!” Yaku quickly kicked the back of the first-year’s knees, allowing you to breathe again. Once you were accounted for as safe from Lev, Yaku began berating the first year for quote-unquote “ALMOST KILLING OUR POOR MANAGER” .

You and many others sweat dropped at the two.

“Uhh, Yaku? We need to warm up now...” you gently patted his shoulder.

You were nervous since the Nekoma boys were the only boys you’ve ever played against, but as soon as you had begun the first match of the afternoon all of your fears melted away.

Once you were rotated into the match against Fukurodani, switching out with Kuroo, you gave a signal behind your back to tell the team the play you wanted to use.

You know every single one of their strengths, weaknesses, and plays. You and the Coaches had come up with a large majority of them together, and you studied each player like you were going to have a pop quiz on the team at any given moment. Not to mention you practiced with them literally all the time.

Bokuto and Akaashi knew you were good, but during the first set, they greatly underestimated just how good you had gotten since the last time they joined Nekoma in a practice match (which was only a few months, but you had also been putting in a lot of work to get back up to your previous level and then some).

You guys didn’t win the match against the Owls, but it left a mark on their psyche at how close it had ended.

Scary... they Fukurodani players thought to themselves.

“What’s your analysis on the players, (L/n)?” Coach asked after your penalties.

You used a towel to wipe some sweat off your face, staring into the ground blankly.

“...They’re good,” you said. “But we can also be better. The next time we go against them, I think whenever Bokuto is on the court we need to give him more kill blocks than soft blocks. We gave him way too many soft blocks this time around, myself included.”

“You heard her,” Coach clapped. “Shut down more of #4’s spikes next time, but if you do find the need to intentionally get a one-touch, I advise you to do that as well. Sometimes it can’t be helped, to be honest...”

Nekomata grinned, seeing that Karasuno just got their asses handed to them by Ubugawa. They just started on their dive-receive penalties.

“We’re against Karasuno next,” Kenma mumbled.

“That’s right! Lev and (L/n)-senpai were gone for our practice match against them, and those two haven’t shown their ‘weird quick’ yet in front of her,” Inuoka commented.

“Weird quick...?” you inquired.

Kuroo and Kenma started talking about it.

“It’s fuckin fast.”

“It’s Shouyo and Kageyama’s extremely fast quick attack.”

You put a hand to your chin, thinking about something.

The team left you to think, getting into position.

You and Yaku, the last ones to leave the team huddle, started talking strategy for the next match, although Yaku assured you this should be an easy one to win; they were all out of sync and still trying to perfect their new quick attack with Hinata’s eyes open now. Their star players were pretty shitty right now, you had to admit.

You also knew though, that the second they got their shit together your team would be in an uphill battle.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was the last day of the training camp. You were excited to finally head home soon, but you would certainly miss seeing your new friends.

Over the course of the training camp, Kuroo and Kenma introduced you properly to some of the players from Karasuno.

Kuroo had to admit though that he was jealous at the instant click between you and Sugawara, though; it almost made him regret introducing the two of you. This is because while you were a pretty serious person in and out of games, you were an absolute menace to society. Daichi felt the same about Sugawara, just he was exceptionally polite and kind to mask his menace personality (for the most part).

And because it was the last day, Suga and yourself roped some others into participating in a prank war.

It started with you replacing Suga’s water for soy sauce in the middle of a game when no one was looking, as retaliation for him putting a shit ton of curry powder in your curry and you had to, uh, retire for the rest of the night. However, what you didn’t know was that you managed to put it in Daichi’s water bottle instead because you were panicking about getting caught by Suga, Kiyoko, or their Coaches.

Daichi thought it was Tanaka and Nishinoya that replaced his water, who in turn thought it had to have been someone like Yamamoto, who thought it was Lev, and so on and so forth. The only people who suspected you of the ‘crime’ were Kuroo, Kenma, and Yaku; they had known you the longest and knew about your... habits. They also knew what had happened with your dinner the previous night, and had the suspicion that you wanted payback.

Things didn’t get any easier at the celebratory lunch, either. You somehow acquired water balloons and got Bokuto, Hinata, Kageyama, Inuoka, and a couple of others from the other teams to join you in wreaking havoc.

“Ahhh, youth,” Nekomata said at the sight of the large group of high schoolers screaming their heads off while getting absolutely pummeled by the small group of idiots with water balloons.

Keishin Ukai stared at the sight in both horror and shock.

“(Y/NNNNN) (LLL/NNNNN)!”

You froze at the sound of an irritated Kuroo. Yaku was close behind the tall rooster-head, equally if not more irritated. You slowly and mechanically turned to make eye contact with them.

Uh oh.

“Hey, hey....” Kuroo drawled.

“Tet-Testu I didn’t-”

He and Yaku started sizing you up and you prepared to run for your life.

“(Y/n)....” Yaku muttered when they were within a short distance of you. “GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!”

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!” You screamed as your favorite fellow third years started chasing you, both soaking wet and attempting to beat your ass like irritated parents.

“I’M SORRYYYYYYY! PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO GET WET IT WAS A JOKE! I SWEEEEAAAAARRRRRR!”

“YOU AREN’T ESCAPING THIS ONE, GET BACK HERE!”

Some had paused their war to look at you getting chased by the Nekoma captain and libero. They watched as you got violently tackled at the top of the hill and then came rolling back down.

Daichi had already corralled his evildoers and was in the middle of scolding them. He paused to smile at the antics before going back into his Dad Mode™ and continuing to yell at his teammates.

“Right.... Youth....” Ukai spit out.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #nekoma x reader #manager reader #volleyball player reader #platonic relationship

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A New Dawn

In the dimly lit corner of the Rusted Nail, a dive bar hosting the local Battle of the Bands, Ophelia’s boots thudded against the wooden stage. Her heart raced in sync with the quick, heavy beats of the drums as her band, "Eclipse of the Heart," took their places. The place was packed, the air heavy with anticipation and the sharp scent of spilled beer. Around them, the crowd—a mix of punk diehards and curious locals—murmured with excitement and skepticism.

Ophelia, with her raven-black hair and eyes lined darkly to match, glanced at her bandmates: Jake on drums, Chris and Milo on guitars, and Sam handling the bass. They looked every part the stereotype of a grunge/punk/emo/goth band—dark, rebellious, and unapologetically themselves.

When they started their set, the music was raw and powerful, echoing through the crowded room. Ophelia's voice was a fierce lead, cutting through the noise with lyrics that spoke of disillusionment and defiance. They played their hearts out, giving every ounce of energy to the performance.

However, as the last chord faded and the applause roared, the judges’ faces told a different story. Their expressions ranged from mild amusement to outright disapproval. Ophelia's heart sank as the judges delivered their verdict, predictably favoring a more mainstream, pop-oriented band. Despite the sting of rejection, the band gathered their gear with their heads held high—disappointment was an old friend.

As they sat around a rickety table nursing their drinks in defeat, a sharply dressed man approached them. His style clashed vividly with the venue’s grunge aesthetic—sleek, polished, and clearly expensive. He introduced himself as Damian Hart, a record producer known for turning obscure bands into sensations.

“I've been watching you perform over the last few months,” Damian began, his voice smooth and convincing. “You have the raw energy, the chemistry, the skill. You could be the biggest band of the decade. But,” he paused, looking each of them in the eye, “your genre isn’t exactly hot right now.”

The band exchanged wary glances. They had heard this tune before—the siren call of commercial success at the price of their identity.

Damian continued, "With some improvements, my team can transform you into the hottest band in the world."

Ophelia, ever the spokesperson, voiced their concerns. “We appreciate your interest, Damian, but we play what we feel. Our music, our style—it’s us. We aren’t ready to give that up.”

Damian smiled, a knowing, almost predatory flash of teeth. “Come to my studio, see the resources I can offer. Talk it out. You have one week to decide.”

After Damian left, the discussion among the band was intense and heated. Some argued that their chances of making it without changing were slim; others feared losing their soul in the slick machine of the music industry.

In the end, curiosity and the faint, desperate hope of achieving their dreams without compromise won out. They decided to meet Damian in his studio.

A week later, they stood outside a sleek, modern building that looked more like a tech company’s headquarters than a music studio. Inside, the lobby was bright and intimidatingly stylish.

Damian greeted them with a grin. “Welcome to the future of your careers,” he announced, gesturing them inside.

The door swung open to reveal a state-of-the-art recording studio, its walls lined with gold and platinum records. As they stepped inside, the uncertainty was palpable, each member wrestling with their desires and doubts. Here, in the heart of this gleaming studio, their future hung in the balance. Would they find a way to retain their identity, or would the allure of fame and the polished hand of Damian Hart sculpt them into something unrecognizable?

The answer lay somewhere ahead, in the conversations and decisions that would unfold in this very studio.

The members of "Eclipse of the Heart" walked into Damian Hart’s studio dressed in their signature goth, emo, grunge style—baggy, dark clothes, dark and messy hair adorned with streaks of vibrant colors, and makeup that made their looks dramatic and moody. Damian was waiting for them, a smile spreading across his face as he took in their appearance. He seemed genuinely thrilled, not at all put off by their defiant, dark aesthetic.

"Exactly the raw, authentic vibe I love!" Damian exclaimed as he ushered them into the heart of his recording studio, where the walls vibrated softly with the hum of latent music. “You have the essence, the raw material. I can make you famous with just a few tweaks—polishing your look and refining your sound without losing your core.”

His plans remained deliberately vague, tossing out terms like "cleaning up" their style and sound. Damian's mention of dance lessons caught the band off guard; it was far from their usual routine of thrashing on stage to the heavy, emotional beats of their music.

The band spent hours in the studio testing vocal ranges and experimenting with different sounds. Damian worked them hard, pushing them to explore the edges of their talents, but always with a persuasive charm that made the hard work seem worthwhile.

As the long day wound down, Damian suggested they celebrate their new partnership. “To the future—the rise of 'Eclipse of the Heart' as the new legends of rock!” he toasted, handing out glasses filled with a shimmering, dark liquid that seemed to catch the light in unusual ways.

The band members clinked glasses, the sound crisp in the plush studio. They all took hearty sips, the drink sweet and oddly warming as it went down.

Damian watched them with a sharp, calculating gleam in his eye. “That’s not just any drink,” he began, as their faces turned towards him with sudden wariness. “Consider it a little... booster, a potion of sorts, to help you embrace the changes coming. You’re on the brink of greatness, and sometimes, greatness requires a little extra push.”

The members of the band exchanged nervous looks, the earlier excitement tinged now with a hint of uncertainty. What had they just agreed to? What had they just ingested? Damian’s previous charm now seemed to cloak something more enigmatic, possibly sinister.

As the initial warmth from the drink settled into their stomachs, each band member felt a strange energy coursing through their veins—an invigorating yet unnerving sensation. Damian's smile widened as he observed the subtle changes in their expressions.

“Now, let’s get back to work,” he said, clapping his hands together. “We have an image to build and a sound to perfect.”

As they moved back towards the recording area, each step felt slightly more buoyant than before, their minds buzzing not just with music, but with a myriad of unasked questions about what the future truly held for them under Damian's guidance.

As the members of "Eclipse of the Heart" resumed their positions in the studio after the toast, something extraordinary began to happen. The potion they had unwittingly consumed started to take effect almost instantly, catalyzing a startling transformation that reshaped not just their bodies, but their identities as well.

Before the Transformation:

Ophelia (Lead Singer) - A striking woman with raven-black hair, heavily lined eyes, and a powerful stage presence. She embodied the spirit of goth and emo culture, often wearing dark, dramatic makeup and clothing that ranged from Victorian gothic to modern punk.

Jake (Drummer) - Tall and lanky with long, tangled hair often dyed in streaks of green or blue. His style was eclectic, mixing elements of punk rock with vintage grunge.

Chris (Guitarist) - He sported a full beard and multiple tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves. His hair was usually kept in a messy bun, and his clothes were predominantly black leather and denim.

Milo (Guitarist) - Known for his stark white hair and smudged eyeliner, Milo’s look was the most emo of the group. He favored tight, black clothing that matched his somber demeanor.

Sam (Bassist) - With his dyed deep purple hair and piercings, Sam had a more vibrant punk vibe. He loved wearing band tees, ripped jeans, and studded belts.

The Transformation:

As they played, they began to notice subtle shifts in their reflections in the glass of the sound booth. Their features, their hair, even their body structures started changing.

Ophelia transformed into Oliver. Her delicate features became more angular, her body taller and more masculine. Her long black hair shortened into a stylish, messy quiff that somehow retained a hint of her former self’s flair.

Jake's transformation was less drastic in terms of gender, but his appearance shifted dramatically. His lanky form filled out with muscle, and his hair transformed from a tangled mess to a neat, short crop. Gone were the colorful streaks, replaced by a natural chestnut color.

Chris saw his tattoos fade away, and his beard receded to leave a clean-shaven face. His transformation rendered him almost unrecognizable, with a preppy haircut and a more refined, boyish charm.

Milo changed into Michael, with his white hair darkening to a soft brown. The emo edge softened into a boy-next-door look, complete with clear skin and a warm smile that was seldom seen before.

Sam turned into Simon, his purple hair reverting to a natural sandy blonde. His piercings disappeared, and his once wiry frame grew more athletic, embodying a wholesome appeal.

After the Transformation:

The band, now consisting of Oliver, Jake, Chris, Michael, and Simon, found themselves dressed not in their usual dark and edgy attire, but in matching outfits that were clean-cut and stylishly mainstream. Each member looked like a quintessential boy band star—charming, approachable, and uniformly attractive.

Damian Hart, observing the complete transformation, clapped his hands in delight. “Perfect! Just perfect! You’re no longer a niche band. You are now 'New Dawn,' poised to capture the hearts of millions around the world. Let’s introduce you to your new sound and style.”

The members of the newly formed "New Dawn" looked at each other, a mix of bewilderment and intrigue in their eyes. Their old identities seemed like distant memories, and as they began to play again, even their music style had shifted—less gritty, more polished and pop-oriented. The transformation was complete, and their journey as a new band was just beginning.

The members of the newly transformed "New Dawn" awoke the next morning in a plush, unfamiliar room within the recording studio complex, their minds clouded with a heavy fog of confusion and fragmented memories. Each of them experienced the aftermath of their transformations differently, grappling with both physical and psychological changes.

Awakening and Realizations:

Oliver (formerly Ophelia) was the first to stir, his new, deeper voice groaning softly as he sat up. He felt an unusual weight and strength in his limbs, a stark contrast to his previous physique. Running a hand through his now short hair, he stumbled to the full-length mirror across the room. The reflection that greeted him was shocking—a man with sharp features, a broad shoulder, and the beginnings of facial hair shadowing his jaw. He hesitated before reaching down to explore further, confirming the full extent of his transformation. Touching his face, feeling the roughness of stubble, Oliver felt a surreal disconnection from the image staring back at him.

Jake, now far more muscular and clean-cut than his previously lanky self, woke up with a start. His head pounded as he tried to piece together the events from the night before. As he moved to get up, he noticed the strength in his arms, feeling strangely powerful. Looking in a mirror, he touched his face and hair, marveling at the transformation. The absence of his colorful hair streaks and the new neatness of his appearance was jarring yet oddly fascinating.

Chris woke slowly, his mind clouded with disjointed memories of music and laughter that now seemed out of place. Feeling his smooth chin and short, tidy hair, he realized his tattoos were gone. Puzzled, he stood, examining his now preppy and youthful look in the mirror. The clean-shaven face looking back was so different that he momentarily wondered if he was still dreaming.

Michael (formerly Milo) was disoriented, blinking at the brightness of the morning light. His hand automatically went to touch his hair, expecting to feel the familiar long locks but finding instead a neatly styled brown hair. Standing up, he felt lighter, almost buoyant. His reflection showed a charming young man, the somber emo edges completely smoothed away.

Simon (formerly Sam) was the last to wake, immediately feeling a difference in his body’s posture and build. His exploration in the mirror confirmed the loss of his piercings and the change in his hair color to blonde. He flexed experimentally, noticing a newfound athleticism in his movements.

Exploration and Adjustment:

As each band member confronted their new identities, a mix of astonishment and curiosity filled the room. They gathered together, sharing their experiences and slowly accepting the reality of their transformations. Oliver, particularly, had a complex range of emotions to navigate. He felt a peculiar mix of empowerment and loss; the physical strength was exhilarating, yet the change in gender identity was profound and disorienting.

They spent the morning exploring the changes in their appearances and voices. Vocal tests revealed that their ranges had adapted to suit a more mainstream pop sound, a far cry from their gritty rock roots. The changes were comprehensive, affecting not just their bodies but seemingly imprinting new, instinctive behaviors and preferences geared towards their new image as a boy band.

As the day progressed, Damian Hart reappeared, pleased with the results. He was eager to move forward, outlining their new schedule filled with dance rehearsals, media training, and recording sessions. The band, still adjusting to their new selves, listened with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, aware that their journey into fame was just beginning under very different circumstances than they had ever imagined. Oliver, in particular, felt a deep sense of foreboding mixed with curiosity about what his new identity could achieve in this unfamiliar world.

As the day progressed, the reality of their situation settled heavily upon the members of "New Dawn." They recognized that the transformation was irreversible; the potion they had unknowingly consumed had changed them permanently. There was no going back to who they once were—physically, mentally, or musically. The stark realization underscored an important lesson that had come too late: always read a contract thoroughly before signing.

Bound by their new identities and driven by the polished direction of Damian Hart, the band started to navigate their new lives. Damian was relentless, channeling their initial shock and confusion into a whirlwind of activity. They were ushered from one rehearsal to another, spending hours in the studio perfecting their new sound—a catchy, pop-oriented shift from their former gritty rock roots. Dance routines, once alien to their former selves, became part of their daily regimen, further molding them into the quintessential boy band.

Rising to Fame:

With Damian’s guidance and the resources of his production company, "New Dawn" quickly produced their first single. The song was engineered to be a hit, with infectious melodies and lyrics that, while simpler than their previous introspective themes, were designed to resonate with a broad audience. The single was a commercial success, climbing charts rapidly and gaining the band a surge of new fans who were unaware of their previous personas.

Encouraged by the success, the studio pushed the band harder. Albums followed, each more polished than the last, blending their harmonies with synthetic beats and radio-friendly hooks. Music videos showcasing their choreographed dance moves and clean-cut aesthetics flooded popular music channels, embedding them further into the mainstream music scene.

Touring and Stardom:

As their fame grew, "New Dawn" began touring, selling out stadiums worldwide. Each concert was a spectacle of light and sound, designed to showcase not only their musical talents but also their transformation into global idols. Fans waved banners, sang along to their catchy choruses, and celebrated each member's meticulously crafted public persona.

Despite the external validation and the adulation of crowds, the members of "New Dawn" occasionally felt the pang of their lost authenticity. Oliver, in particular, wrestled with his new identity, missing Ophelia's fierce independence and raw vocal power. Yet, he couldn't deny the thrill of performing before thousands of screaming fans, the adrenaline rush of living a dream sculpted by circumstances beyond their control.

Reflection and Acceptance:

In the quiet moments away from the limelight, the band members often reflected on their journey. They had achieved more fame and success than they had ever imagined possible, but at a cost that each dealt with in their own way. They realized that their story was unusual, a stark lesson in the importance of agency and understanding in one's path to success.

As they continued to ride the wave of their stardom, they learned to embrace their new selves, finding small ways to inject genuine emotion and personal truth into their performances. For Oliver and the others, "New Dawn" was not just a new beginning forced upon them; it was an opportunity to redefine what success meant, balancing the glossy façade of celebrity with the lingering spirit of their former selves.

With the decade drawing to a close, the once-thriving boy band "New Dawn" found themselves at a crossroads. The time had come for contract renewal, and not all members felt the same pull towards the spotlight that had guided their early careers.

As they gathered to discuss their futures, the atmosphere was tinged with nostalgia and contemplation. Over the years, the transformations they had undergone—both physical and musical—had weighed heavily on them. The allure of returning to their original selves, to the music and identities they had before becoming "New Dawn," proved too strong for some.

One by one, the members voiced their desires. Jake, Chris, Michael, and Simon decided to revert to their former personas. They longed for the rawness of their early music, the gritty authenticity of their goth and punk roots. The process of reversing their transformations was complex, involving both physical and psychological adjustments, but they were determined.

Oliver, however, chose a different path. Having fully embraced his identity as Oliver, he felt no longing for his past as Ophelia. His transformation had opened new vistas in both his personal and professional life, and he saw potential beyond the confines of a band. Oliver decided to go solo, carving out a niche for himself within the music industry that respected both his talents and his unique journey.

With a mix of sadness and excitement, "New Dawn" officially disbanded. The members who returned to their original selves found a renewed sense of purpose, reconnecting with their roots and their fans from the days of "Eclipse of the Heart." Oliver, embracing the path of a solo artist, ventured into new musical territories, his style evolving but always reflecting a piece of the journey he had undergone.

As they all moved forward, their paths diverged but remained linked by the shared experience that had forever changed their lives. The end of "New Dawn" marked a new beginning for each of them, filled with possibilities as limitless as their ambitions and dreams.

Twenty years after disbanding, the members of "Eclipse of the Heart," once transformed into the boy band "New Dawn," decided to come together for a reunion tour. Age, experience, and the individual paths they had taken had shaped them once more, each bringing a rich tapestry of life into their reunion.

Oliver

Oliver, now in his early fifties, had enjoyed a successful solo career after the split. His style had matured, leaning more into a blend of rock with subtle electronic influences, reflecting his continuous evolution as an artist. Age had added a distinguished touch to his appearance, with more pronounced lines marking his face and threads of silver running through his once entirely dark quiff. His stage presence, however, remained as dynamic as ever, seasoned with the confidence of years performing solo.

Jake

Jake returned to his grunge roots after the dissolution of "New Dawn." Over the years, he dabbled in music production, which added depth to his understanding of music. His hair, once short and neat during his boy band days, was now shoulder-length and streaked with gray, and he wore it tied back most of the time. He had retained his muscular build, though it was now more rugged and less sculpted.

Chris

Chris had moved away from music temporarily to pursue a career in graphic design, but he never lost his love for playing the guitar. His transformation saw him embracing a more laid-back style, often seen with a light beard and glasses that gave him a scholarly look. His tattoos, once faded during his time with "New Dawn," were now vivid again, each a story from his travels and experiences.

Milo, now Michael

Michael had continued his career in music, exploring different genres and even venturing into acting, which brought a theatrical flair to his performances. His hair, once brown, was now liberally touched with gray, but he styled it with the same care as always. His attire had shifted to a more sophisticated, tailored look, reflecting his dual career in music and film.

Sam, now Simon

Simon had taken a break from public life to focus on his family, only playing small local gigs once in a while. His return to "Eclipse of the Heart" was a resurgence of his youthful passion, energized by his time away from the limelight. His once athletic frame had softened, but his energy and enthusiasm during performances were as vibrant as when he was younger.

The Reunion

Their reunion tour, dubbed "Sunset Returns," was not just a revival of their old songs but a celebration of their growth and enduring bond. The promotional materials featured them in a mix of contemporary and vintage styles, highlighting their journey through the decades. On stage, they blended their classic hits with new tracks that reflected their current musical styles and life views.

Fans, new and old, flocked to their concerts, eager to see the transformation of their favorite band members and to relive the nostalgia interspersed with fresh excitement. The tour was a testament to their resilience as artists and the timeless appeal of their music, bridging generations and tastes.

#a new dawn #bodyswap #transformation kink #body swap #skin suit #male body swap #female to male #male tf #body transformation #body possession #male transformation

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inourtownofhawkins · 1 year

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Hi hi! I loved how you wrote the gang gaming in All Because I Liked A Boy and I was wondering if I could request a gamer!eddie x reader fic? Maybe them playing together and getting super competitive? And maybe the loser has to do what the winner wants lol

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Summary: You and Eddie decide to have a competition to see who the superior gamer really is between you two.

Author's note: I'm so happy you liked the fic! I hope you enjoy this too! I'll try to keep the gamer lingo to a minimum to not alienate people who aren't familiar with it! I had to play so much Black Ops 3 Multiplayer for this fic, I'm still terrible at it lmao.

CW: Some swearing.

Word count: 1.2k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

You and Eddie were hardcore gamers; any time off you two would get, it would be spent playing games together. But both of you loved it. You’d play all kinds of games together although your favourite kind was first person shooters, mostly including zombies, while Eddie’s were fantasy role-playing games. While you were playing Dead Island or Call of Duty Zombies, he would be playing Skyrim or Elden Ring.

Both of you joked about who was the better gamer between you two; with Eddie saying it was him due to him gaming for longer than you, but you saying it was you due to having more platinum trophies than him.

After months of squabbling, both of you decided it was time to do a competition between the two of you to decide who was the superior gamer. It was decided you would play Black Ops 3, because as Eddie put it, he “wanted to even the playing field” as both of you played Call of Duty quite often, although you played it more than he did recently.

The rules were simple; you weren’t allowed to look at each other’s screens, you weren’t allowed to use mods, or any other cheating software and you weren’t allowed to use any kind of sexual favours or flirting in order to distract the other.

Seemed easy enough.

The prize? Ultimate bragging rights to be the superior gamer in the relationship and having the loser has to be the winner’s slave for the rest of the day.

Both of you fired up your PlayStations, cracking your knuckles and stretching to get comfortable in your chair. You couldn’t see him, but you could tell Eddie had that infamous shit eating smirk on his face, armed with far too much overconfidence.

You didn’t want to beat him at one of his most beloved and most played games, but you knew you had the better skill set than he did. He hadn’t played Call of Duty in a long while since Elden Ring had been released, while you had played it almost religiously.

Loading into a multiplayer game, both of you instantly began looking for each other. You managed to catch him off guard and get the first kill of the match, his frustrated cry from behind you causing you to laugh.

“Already regretting this challenge, my love?” You asked through laughs.

Eddie shook his head, killing a member of your team before taking out both a second and a third without even hesitating or breaking a sweat once he’d respawned. “Absolutely not, lovebug. Give me some time to warm up, I’ll annihilate you soon enough.”

Before you even had a chance to react, Eddie had headshotted you. “YOU BASTARD!” You yelled, banging the desk as both of you laughed. Okay, so maybe this wouldn’t be as easy as you thought it would. Even after Eddie had almost neglected Call of Duty, he still was an expert at playing it.

Beating him wasn’t going to be easy, but it had to be done.

At the end of the game, your team won. But only by the skin of your teeth; Eddie was grumbling and saying his teammates let him down which might’ve been the case, although both of your teams were filled with people who were a lower level than both of you. You chalked your win up to luck, more than anything else.

Deciding that perhaps team matches weren’t entirely fair, the pair of you got into a free-for-all match; with whoever got the most kills out of three matches would be declared the winner. You took a sip of your drink as the countdown started.

“Nervous, sweetheart?” Eddie smirked from behind you.

“You wish, Munson.”

As soon as the game loaded, it was game time. You had your tongue slightly out of your mouth in concentration as you killed as many people as you could, trying to find Eddie but before you could find him, he found you and knifed you. The match ended soon after with Eddie getting 20 kills, with you following behind with 18.

One point to Eddie, nothing for you.

On the second match, you won with flying colours.

The final match was truly do or die; both of you had one point each and it was all to play for. You chose your two best guns: 48 Dredge and RK5. As long as Eddie didn’t equip the same guns, you would be fine and have at least a small chance of winning the competition.

Once you loaded into the match, you knew you were screwed. There was absolutely no way in hell you could pull this off; you mentally began preparing yourself for his victory dance he always does in his room.

But you wanted to at least make victory difficult for him. Well, try to at least.

You had one more plan up your sleeve and it was heavily frowned upon to do so but you had no other options. You decided to find a hiding spot close to a spawn point and camp, shooting everyone who came close to you.

Camping was a massive no-no, but it was the only way you could ensure a win against Eddie; although you knew you couldn’t stay there for long because everyone else would be soon coming after you once they realised you were camping.

After killing eight other players, you saw Eddie sprinting your way. You sprang into action and killed him before he even realised you were there before getting up and running to another part of the map, knowing as soon as Eddie respawns, he’d be after you.

As predicted, everyone else was after you.

You’d gotten killed a couple of times by other players, but you were still determined to win. You didn’t dare look at the leader board, only wanting to see the results at the end of the match.

With several seconds left of the match, you and Eddie found each other and began firing, both of you yelling as you kept missing – either on purpose or not. The game finally ended with Eddie getting the final kill, erupting a loud cheer from him.

You rolled your eyes as you waited for the final verdict, and your heart skipped a beat.

You won.

By a landslide.

Eddie’s cheering stopped as soon as he saw the leader board, instantly turning around to you and forcing your chair around to face him. “How the hell did you win?! You got lucky!”

Finally, it was your turn to have a shit eating grin on your face as you watched him almost rage quit in front of you. “Edward Wayne Munson, you just can’t admit that I’m the better gamer.”

He almost threw his controller down on his desk. “You cheated! I taught you everything you know!”

You laughed as you watched him almost lose his mind. “Looks like the master has become the padawan. The future is now, old man.”

“I’m only two years older than you!”

You placed your controller down on the table, getting up to stretch your legs. “And look at you; you can’t even beat me in multiplayer!”

Eddie followed after you, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you closer to him, he pressed his lips to your neck and cheek before burying his face into your neck. “Rematch?”

You laughed as you turned around in his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Maybe if you give me a good enough reason.”

#spilled ink #requests #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #gamer!eddie #gamer!eddie munson x reader #gamer!eddie munson

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Chapter 1: A Cat in a Thunderstorm. In which Katsuko and Mitsuhide get off to a very rough start.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

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Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

The first time I met Mitsuhide, I was balancing upside down on my hands while my master flung knives at me. You would think with such an introduction that our relationship would have nowhere to go but up.

You would be wrong.

“What did that one do to deserve this treatment?” The man (for I had yet to learn that this taunting stranger with platinum hair and cut-glass cheekbones was Akechi Mitsuhide - yes, ‘that one’) leaned carelessly against a tree. “Far be it from me to offer pointers on whichever brand of torture you favor, but this seems rather excessive. If you accidently nick an artery, it becomes a race against time to acquire the information before he bleeds to death.”

“Training.” Aki barely acknowledged the stranger’s presence. He sent another dagger spinning end over end toward my throat. I shifted to a one-handed stance, caught the knife, flipped to my feet, and hurled it away.

It buried itself in the tree next to the stranger’s smirking face.

I meant to do that.

Hey, it’s not my fault he chose to lean next to the target.

The stranger didn’t flinch. He pulled my dagger out of the tree and idly examined it. I tensed, readying myself in case he chose to lob it back in my direction. Instead, he simply spun it around his fingers, as if it were a baton, rather than a blade capable of reducing the number of digits on his hand.

Was this man a friend or an enemy? Enemies attack with swords and bullets, not teasing. But something about him made me feel… tense. No. Prickly. That was a better word for the shiver of worried anticipation that passed through me.

Danger, Will Robinson, danger!

I looked to Aki, hoping for a cue. Strangers approaching our campsite weren’t a rarity, and they ranged from friendly travelers wishing for company to wandering bands of ronin, mistakenly thinking we’d be an easy target. Aki’s relaxed posture suggested the stranger was of the former group. “Katsu, please prepare some tea for Lord Akechi and me?”

Oh, this was Aki’s ‘penpal,’ the infamous Mitsuhide. I’d been delivering messages between them for over four years without catching sight of more than the back of his head. Interesting… based on his silver hair, I had assumed that Mitsuhide was Aki’s age, if not older, but this man seemed to be from my own generation.

I bowed respectfully (just because Mitsuhide was kind of snarky didn’t negate his position as a General of the Oda… and, well, not to mention, Aki would scold me if I was rude to a guest) and turned toward the firepit as requested, but Mitsuhide’s voice caused me to stop in my tracks.

“No need for that, old friend. It’s your courier I was looking for. If you will allow me to question…” he paused, and those amber-gold eyes sent a long look at me, starting with the top of my balaclava, which hid my hair. His gaze travelled leisurely down to my feet, as if he, like Superman, possessed x-ray vision. That look upgraded my initial shiver to an artic chill. It felt like Mitsuhide had not only found all my secrets, but also discovered things about me that I didn’t know myself. There was something about that stare that made me wish I had missed the tree and hit him. “If you will allow me to question her.”

X-ray vision indeed. It was only Aki’s training that kept me from reacting. I’ve been dressing as a boy for seven years. So far, no one had ever seen through my disguise. Even Mitsuhide’s own courier Kyubei had never pinged my true gender. Again, though, I deferred to Aki, curious to see how he would respond.

“If you wish to discuss something with Katsu, then you may begin by making the request of her, not me.” Aki beckoned me to his side. “Akechi Mitsuhide, this is my daughter Katsuko.”

Daughter?!

At his pronouncement, I bit the inside of my cheek to remind myself to remain impassive. Trust Aki to cast me in a new role without any rehearsal. Luckily, I was facing him, and not Mitsuhide. Because Aki is not my father. Mentor. Boss.

Occasional pain-in-the-ass.

In turn, I’ve played many roles for him over the years. Courier, maid, old man. ‘Daughter’ was a new cover, but he must have had a good reason to make that claim, so I went with it. “Thank you, honorable and revered Father.” I presented him with what I hope looked like an acceptable filial bow (although, were I ever to meet my actual biological father, I would feel far less respectful).

“Ah, yes, there does appear to be somewhat of a resemblance between the two of you.” Mitsuhide inclined his head. “Miss Katsuko, if you would be so good as to answer a few questions for me?”

Aki had already given me tacit permission, but I couldn’t imagine what Mitsuhide wanted to ask me. Did he know about the ‘observing’ I had been doing in Azuchi a couple weeks ago? If so, why would he care? He was already aware that Aki’s bookstore existed, and what its true purpose was. He’d used it himself on occasion. “Of course, Lord Akechi, although I am not certain I possess any knowledge that you are not already aware of.”

“Dear me, child, you would be wise to wait until you have heard my questions before determining your usefulness to me.” This statement was accompanied by a patronizing grin that made my ‘like meter’ dive from ‘business contact’ to ‘the sooner we say goodbye, the better.’ It was the annoying diminutive ‘child’ that really tweaked my nerves. Sure, I am, as they say, ‘vertically challenged,’ but I doubted he had more than three or four years on me.

Fine, let’s get this over with.

“As you wish.” Spoiler alert. This will not be the first time I tell him ‘as you wish,’ and mean ‘I hope you fall off a cliff.’

Mitsuhide settled himself on a rock with as much je nais se quois as if he were lounging on a chaise being fanned by slave girls. To counter the impression of ‘child,’ I gracefully knelt across from him and folded my hands politely in my lap. At this close distance, I could see that his eyes were more gold than amber, though that could simply be a reflection from the campfire. A faint scent of incense clung to him, something mixed with sandalwood…. Cinnamon, maybe.

Meanwhile, Aki ambled over to the fire pit – he was close enough to listen to us, but he allowed Mitsuhide the illusion of privacy.

My interrogator got right to the matter, without bothering to ease into a conversation with small talk. “Perhaps you have heard that last month someone tried to assassinate Nobunaga at Honno-ji temple.”

Or maybe that was his idea of small talk… it could use some work.

I nodded, as I had not been living under a rock the past few weeks. In fact, I had been living under his nose, disguised as an elderly bookseller in Azuchi, but… details.

“As you are one of the couriers who regularly delivers messages throughout the Kansai region, I believe that it is possible that you may have witnessed someone, or something that night.” His eyes stayed on my face, but he managed to broadcast the impression that he would notice if I even twitched my pinkie toe.

Another time, I might have been impressed by that skill, but having it focused on me was somewhat unnerving. “I was returning home from Osaka that night when I saw the temple fire. I did go closer to see what was happening and I joined the monks and the Oda vassals to help douse the flames. But if you want to know if I saw someone out of place at the scene, I honestly would not have noticed. It was smoky and confusing.”

One eyebrow went up (a skill I have never been able to develop, in spite of much practice). “What did you do after the fire was out?”

“I knew Aki would want a full report,” I risked a short look at Aki, who was still by the fire, still pretending not to listen. “There was nothing more to be learned at the temple, but when I got to the forest outside Kyoto, I climbed a tree. The forest was full of soldiers – most were Oda’s but some had the blue and white Uesugi banners. All I learned was that Nobunaga had been rescued by a woman, who had then run off. Is he still looking for her? I’m sorry, I never saw her.”

Are we done? Please be done.

“This all has a ring of truth, and yet, as Akihira’s daughter, you surely have been well trained in scouting and reconnaissance. This feels like the rough outline of a story.” Those eyes stared into mine, and a brain freeze started in the center of my forehead.

“It’s a rough outline because it, as I just mentioned, it was dark and smoky. But if you want more…” I thought back, trying to recall any details safe to share. “One of the soldiers asked if Nobunaga was alright. Another one said that Hideyoshi took him back to the camp, and that Masamune was out looking for the woman.”

I did that whole opening my eyes wide and staying still and calm, hoping that it would project the illusion of truth.

Big mistake.

He leaned closer, pinning me in his gaze like a butterfly in a museum. “What are you not telling me?”

“What makes you think there’s more?” Actually, what did make him think there was more? I am very good at this.

“You’re breathing faster.” He touched his throat, mirroring my breath. He was close enough to touch me to make his point, but the fact that he projected it into the air between us made it all the more menacing.

“Maybe I’m simply out of breath from talking… or thirsty.” I eyed Aki, hoping he’d take that as a cue to interrupt. In response, he rattled the tea kettle – maybe just as reassurance, but otherwise, he seemed to believe I could handle things on my own.

“Perhaps you didn’t understand the question. What are you not telling me?” He didn’t raise his voice at all. He might have been discussing the weather for all the passion he was displaying… and it was creepy as hell.

Letting go of my piously folded hands (he’d seen through that anyway), I rooted myself to the ground. I tried to harness the feeling of soft forest grass and pine needles under my fingertips, the heavy solidity – the honesty - of earth, to calm my so-called fast breathing; to dispel that buzzing feeling from my nerves. “I cannot tell you anything more.”

“Can not?” He leaned closer, but his voice quieted even further, tempting me to close the gap in order to hear him clearly. I stayed put. I was close enough as it was. “Or, will not?” He was clearly trying to Darth Vader me into telling him everything I knew. But this knowledge was not for sale, not for money or torture, no matter how condemning that cold amber gaze became.

Miming a zipping of my lips would be useless in an era where zippers had yet to be invented, and yet I had a childish urge to do just that. Instead, l lifted my chin and stared back at him, determined not to be the one to blink first.

We were trapped in a bubble, and the air around us felt almost too thick to breathe, even as that aroma of insense tickled my nose. From that moment onward, I would always, always associate the scent of sandalwood and cinnamon with Mitsuhide.

He tapped his fingers on his legs, once, twice, three times… then paused. Those long fingers resting patiently on his knees kineticly warned that his calmness was an illusion. If this man wanted something from me, he would keep pushing until all my resistance evaporated.

Enough of this.

I tried to get control over the conversation, push that storm-laden air away, push him off balance. “The end result is the same, isn’t it?”

I had recognized two people in the forest outside of Kyoto that night. Two people who were not part of Nobunaga’s forces. One was a friend, and I would not rat out a friend. The other was someone who had once saved my life, someone I owed – and though a man who would save a stranger’s life might in another circumstance kill another, I could not condemn my rescuer for walking through the forest that night.

“Not at all, Katsuko.” He smiled then, as if my attempts to deflect him were amusing. “If you are unable to tell me more, so be it. If you are unwilling, then I will simply have to discover what would make you willing. Mark my words, I will discover it.” He paused, long enough for me to start to imagine how exactly he intended to discover it, before adding, “you are aware of my reputation, are you not?”

We have ways of making you talk…

Pulling a cartoon villain into my mind – well maybe it was bad timing, or maybe it was what I needed to become braver. Or some might say my response was reckless. Would I have been less brave or less reckless if my ‘father’ hadn’t been close enough to rush to my aid if things escalated?

With more bravado than intelligence, I said, “I’m aware that many people believe you were the one responsible for that attack – if I knew something and if I revealed it, maybe I would be signing my own death warrant.”

Truthfully, I didn’t believe that Mitsuhide had anything to do with the attack. (Even though, even though in the future, that is what would be taught in schools… that Mitsuhide betrayed and murdered Nobunaga at Honno-ji, and he himself lived only ten more days before Toyotomi Hideyoshi killed him in battle. In this timeline, however, things were different, and Nobunaga and Mitsuhide had already lived past their expiration date).

As they say, the best defense is a good offense.

And I had just offended Mitsuhide.

“If harm comes to Nobunaga – harm that you could have prevented – I will make you wish for your own death.” He reached out and cupped my chin. I braced myself, anticipating that he would dig his fingernails into my skin, but all that happened was that he lightly stroked the underside of my jaw with his finger.

It was a threat all the same.

I felt like a cat in a thunderstorm, fur standing on end as the seconds elapsed between the flash of lighting and the anticipated crash of thunder; willing myself not to shudder or flinch while I waited for the boom.

He held himself equally motionless, except for his thumb, brushing slowly along my chin.

Once…

Twice…

Thr-

That feeling of his hand caressing my jaw became too much, and I flipped my spare dagger out from the inside of my sleeve and held it in front of me. “You could try.”

“Enough.” Suddenly Aki inserted himself between us. Though he had no weapon, the menace in his voice was clear. He turned to Mitsuhide. “You are my friend, but if you harm my daughter, I will not let that go unpunished.” Then, more calmly, he continued. “When Katsu returned from Kyoto, she made a full report. If there had been something in it worth mentioning to you, I would have let you know.”

“Are you certain of that?” Though Mitsuhide seemed to hold Aki in respect, he did not immediately stand down.

“Katsuko has never had any reason to lie to me.” Aki’s hand came to rest on my shoulder, and he squeezed it gently.

No. I never had. When a random twist of fate had flung me from modern Japan into this era, it had been Aki who rescued me from bandits, taken me in and taught me how to survive. I had only disobeyed him once, and it nearly got me killed. I owed him everything… but more importantly, he was family. I might not be his daughter by birth, but I was in every way that mattered. I would do anything for him.

That aside though, had I told him everything I remembered about Honno-ji? I’m sure that I mentioned seeing Kennyo – I don’t know if I specifically brought up seeing Sasuke, but I had told him about seeing Uesugi warriors.

Mitsuhide finally stopped looking at me, and if I hadn’t already been sitting, I might have fallen back a few steps. It was like the opposition in a game of tug-of-war had suddenly dropped the rope. It took all of my willpower not to react.

“Tonight, I am staying at an Inn in Nagahama. If your memory improves before morning, you will know where to find me.” Mitsuhide got to his feet. “If it doesn’t. I know how to find you.”

His parting bow to Aki and myself was far less polite than his greeting had been. Moments later, he had disappeared into the forest.

Perhaps realizing that I would need some food and sustenance after this encounter (or perhaps suspecting Mitsuhide had stayed nearby to listen to whatever conversation came next), Aki was silent while he served up our dinner and tea. It wasn’t until we had finished eating that I dared say anything, and even then, I kept my voice too quiet to be overheard over the crackle of the fire and the hum of summer cicadas. “You knew I didn’t tell him everything.”

He nodded. “I imagine you had your reasons.”

“I did.” I swirled the tea around in my cup – Aki at least deserved the full explanation. “I owe him my life.” No need to state Kennyo’s name out loud. I was certain Aki remembered that day as well as I did. “You obviously never mentioned it to Mitsuhide either… and you could have. I know you saw him while we were in Azuchi.”

His jaw clenched for a moment – if I didn’t know him any better, I would have said that the reminder of that time was painful. “No. As you say… he saved your life.”

I had never known Aki to be that sentimental about the bits of information that found their way into his hands, but since I was currently the beneficiary of that, I let it go. Besides, I had something else I wanted to discuss with him. “So. Field promotion to daughter?”

He hesitated a moment. “It seemed to be the best way to protect you.” He poured the rest of his tea on the fire and watched the coals sputter and steam. “I am …proud to consider you as a daughter.”

“Awww… that’s sweet.” If Aki had a family, he never mentioned them to me. “Better you than my real father.”

He looked away, as his hands briefly spasmed. “You’ve never mentioned him.”

Well, when you’re trying to avoid telling people you’re a time traveler, you don’t bring up your past. “He’s not worth mentioning. I’d rather have you as my adoptive dad… especially if I can have a pony for my birthday.”

He laughed, as I had intended. “Don’t you think Moonlight would feel slighted?”

“Might be the best way to teach her some manners.” I glanced over to where my occasionally bitchy horse was grazing next to Aki’s, then tossed her a piece of carrot. Though I loved her unconditionally, Moonlight had a few quirks… one of which was her habit of dumping me in mud puddles when she was in a bad mood. Or wet. Or… both, as getting rained on often was the cause of the bad mood.

I watched the coals sputter and pop before I returned to our previous conversation. “Should I have told Mitsuhide that I saw Kennyo in the forest that night?”

For a while, he too gazed into the fire, although I guessed he was calculating out different scenarios in his head. “Mitsuhide makes a good ally and a formidable enemy. But if Kennyo had anything to do with the attack on Nobunaga at Honno-ji, Mitsuhide has other means to discover that, and is likely to do so in the near future. The Abbot is not exactly quiet about his intentions.”

That was profoundly true. I’d been hearing rumors about a renewed Ikko-Ikki uprising for a while now. “You think my information wouldn’t make any difference in the long run.”

“I believe he already has the information he needs.” Aki reached over and gruffly ruffled my hair. “That said, Mitsuhide is not someone you want to make an enemy of.”

Duly noted. I hadn’t missed the furious look Mitsuhide had aimed in my direction when he left. But I pushed back that memory, and the frission that went down my arms at that memory. Aki would keep me safe.

Unfortunately, what didn’t occur to me in that moment was the possibility that Aki would not always be around.

@mllorei @selenacosmic @tele86 @bestbryn @akitsuneswife @lyds323

New chapters on Mitsuhide Mondays... plus secret unscheduled Mitsuhide POV "gacha" chapters (five total) will appear without warning.

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luv-assangiebatch · 8 months

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Mendax Undercover: Chapter 2 - The 27th Floor

Julian’s arrival at Santé Genomics was fairly uneventful, like many new hires. He was given an office on the 27th floor with his team of bioinformatic and data scientists who worked to develop pipelines and interpret molecular data from sequenced flowcells which would eventually translate into a final patient report that detailed a wealth of genetic information about their tumor tissues, as well as recommended therapy options when applicable. The 27th floor was expansive and included several other teams, including curation scientists, QA scientists, a team of medical writers and artists, Quality Management Systems personnel, other executives, and finally Kat’s team of variant scientists. The variant scientist workspaces were adjacent to the bioinformatics teams, and Kat’s desk was situated not far from Julian’s office, just a few rows across and away. Her desk was somewhat angled toward his office door to where she could see it, but it was also far enough away to not be in his general path of office travel. Julian often kept to himself in his office and rarely ventured out to speak to anyone. If people needed to chat with him, they usually went to his office. He would sometimes venture out to stretch his legs and stroll around, check out the office café, or grab a cup of coffee. He was not seen socializing much.

Julian had only been onsite for a few days before Kat finally got a glimpse of him from across the office, and once she did she had to do a double take. This tall, slender man with his striking platinum locks was definitely a stand out image in an otherwise average office setting. She blushed and shook her head to herself once she realized she spaced out a bit, and then leaned in to peer over Jun’s cubicle, which was right next to hers.

“Hey, Jun…” she whispered, looking to get her friend’s attention inconspicuously.

Jun looked up from their computer screen and gave Kat their attention. “What’s up?” they returned.

“Who is that…?” Kat asked, then motioning her gaze toward Julian and his office. Jun’s eyes followed.

“Um…I think he is a new VP in bioinformatics or something?” Jun then went to their computer and brought up the organizational chart, looking at the bioinformatics team. “Ah yes…VP of Therapeutic Bioinformatics. Cool. I bet he knows a lot.”

“What’s his name…?”

Jun looked back at the organizational chart. “Julian Assange, PhD…”

Kat blushed after she briefly eyed his office again. Handsome and intelligent… she thought to herself. She often considered these qualities mutually exclusive when it came to men. It was rare to encounter one who possessed both qualities. Surely a guy like that is married, and quite out of her league.

“Well Dr. VP Assange is kind of a fox…don’t you think? Dang…” Kat quipped with a giggle.

Jun shook their head and shrugged lightly with a half smile. “Yeah, not bad at all…”

Kat smiled again and retreated back down to her seat, shrugging off the silly conversation. However, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of personality went with those looks and that title. Was he nice and down to earth, like her own VP, or was he an arrogant jerk?

* * *

Weeks passed by and business went on as usual for Kat at Santé Genomics. Sometimes she would catch a glimpse of Julian from afar, and she would blush a bit and hide her face behind her computer screen while her eyes managed to still peer out for a bit.

What was it about him that distracted her so?

Once she became self aware of her pining, she became quite irritated with herself. She was not usually so easily tilted by some man. She thought those years were long gone— she could not even remember the last time any man ever caught her attention let alone excited her. To help distract herself, she took a walk over to the coffee and water station and prepared to make herself a cup of coffee. Kat typically opted for decaf due to her sensitive nervous system, but it was often difficult to find any decaf pods for the machine as most of the office drank coffee for the caffeine. Kat just generally loved the taste of strong, dark coffee, but was not a fan of the accompanying anxiety. While she aimlessly rummaged around the cabinets to look for the decaf coffee, Julian had stopped by to retrieve some coffee himself—the fully caffeinated kind. He paused and furrowed his brows a bit as he noticed the woman obscuring the path to the coffee machine as she was frantically poking about in the cabinet.

He bit his lip briefly before letting out a small sigh and muttered, “Excuse me…” as he attempted to step past her.

Upon hearing the smooth, deep voice, Kat jolted and hit her head on the cabinet, which of course made a bit of an obnoxious noise. To top that off, she had dropped some of the coffee pods she was moving to get to the decaf ones. She squeaked a bit as she dropped to the ground, not even noticing who was in the small alcove with her.

“Are you alright…?” she heard the same velvety voice inquire. He had knelt down to the floor and attempted to help her pick up some of the pods she had dropped. She looked up and once she saw who was in front of her, her face flushed and her heart began to race. She then immediately bowed her head in embarrassment.

“Oh my apologies Mister-- I mean Doctor Assange…I-I was just looking for the decaf and I guess I got a bit startled—I didn’t know anyone else had walked in…” Kat continued to pick up the pods frantically, trying to distract herself from her incredible embarrassment.

Of all the people on the 27th floor I had to do this in front of him…

Julian handed her some of the pods he had picked up, and once she accepted them from his hands, she looked back up at him and saw his zircon eyes peering out from the platinum strands draped over the right side of his face. He sported a slight grin, looking somewhat amused.

He must think I am ridiculous…

This was the first time she got an up close look at him though, and noticed he was even more handsome than he was from across the room. His eyes were dark in color, but they sparkled almost mischievously, matching his silly grin. And that hair— it looked soft and ethereal—almost extraterrestrial—and the errant strands that flopped over the side of his face gave him a mysterious yet endearing look that was imperfectly perfect.

Who IS this man…?

Kat managed to stutter out a “thank you” before she stood up and turned around to put the pods back in the cabinet. Julian followed, standing behind her.

“Julian…”

She turned to face him again. “What--?”

“You can call me Julian—just Julian…” he stated, wearing another soft grin.

Kat exhaled nervously with a smile. “Ohh, okay… Julian…”

“And you are…?”

“Oh! My name’s Kat—err Kitty…well, most people call me Kitty…but I go by either—or both…” She desperately wanted to make herself sound interesting and be memorable to him, however she worried that she just sounded desperate. She had 0 game.

Julian nodded, still grinning. His errant strands followed the movement. “Kitty-Kat...”

She almost melted where she stood when he muttered this version of her name. It made her feel feminine, delicate, and desirable. And it was his voice that said it. His voice was just as dreamy as he was. It was soft, smooth, deep, and had a distinct accent that she could not place. Perhaps Australian? Yes, it was Australian. Salty-caramel Australian with a light lisp. The lisp was likely a product of his mild overbite, which then contributed to the structure of his pouty lips. His intoxicating blend of perfect and imperfect contributed to his overall charm.

“Do you mind if I sneak by you to make some coffee now?” Julian asked.

“Oh! Yes, please—yes, of course…” Kat blubbered. She turned back to the cabinet to put the rest of the pods away as Julian stood almost back to back with her as he prepared his coffee. Kat was thankful she was not facing him because she felt as if her face were on fire. As the single serve coffee cooked, Julian asked Kat what department she worked in and he was pleased to hear that she was with the variant scientist group, as that team helped out bioinformatics sometimes when troublesome flowcells needed to be analyzed. Julian learned that she was an American expat and he confirmed that he was in fact, an Australian expat. Once his coffee finished, he nodded toward her before passing by to retreat back to his office.

“Later, Kitty-Kat…” he said with another silly grin.

She turned toward him as he took a few steps away before he turned back to face her again.

“Good call on the decaf, by the way…” he quipped with a final nod and mischievous smile while raising his cup to her before finally turning back around to make his way back to the office. He was poking fun at her jumpy nerves.

Kat blushed yet again after he retreated, and she then turned back toward the cabinet and buried her head in it for a moment. She finally found her decaf coffee.

#mendax undercover #kassangie #writing still sucks lol #just consider all of these drafts #i ain't got time for fine tuning #more cameos to come in the next chapter I think!

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alanshee-keeper-of-realms · 11 months

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Becoming the Nightingale (Work in Progress Fanfic) Some Spoilers for Season 2 of Good Omens

Summary: Aziraphale found himself backed into a proverbial corner. They found out about the kiss, how close the two had been for centuries, and now he was being told

Either you Fall to join your hellish pet, or you forget Crowley ever existed all memories wiped and gone

It was a blur of events that lead to this point him standing in front of the Metatron similar to how he had done to Gabriel, only standing next to a hole that had screeching coming from it that made goosebumps appear on his arms, a wafting smell of Sulphur

"Now Aziraphale, you have two options. You are stripped of your title and cast down or you give up Crowley and lose your memories of him forever,"

Aziraphale stood there carefully fixing his jacket,

"And this is a new coat, oh dear," he sighed with a touch of sass before looking at the other"I choose to Fall,"

The man seemed to be shocked at the Angels choice Muriel and Uriel did not seem like they were at all, Metatron watched as Aziraphale to his amazement simply stepped back spreading his wings and fell with the utmost grace he had ever seen an angel Fall with,

For the angel he felt searing amounts of pain leaving him gasping tears streamed down as only one thought entered his mind please

Crowley I know I did you wrong catch me you beautiful wily serpent

Crowley felt it, something monumental was happening and suddenly it was like he knew An Angel was falling he made himself appear near the spot they would land but whom he saw made his blood if possible run ice cold

Aziraphale

He ran diving not caring catching his angel just barely wrapping his arms around as they tumbled into the ground

"Oh Angel what happened what did you do,"

The other only could pant, trying to catch his breath Crowley studied the other his wings strange enough were brown, his once platinum blonde locks were still blonde but in a sandy way there were feathers poking out in between the strands also brown in color of what he could see of the others face he spotted feathers in patches

"I fell," he finally responded

"Well that much I can tell-"

A finger held up silenced him,

"I fell for you, " the newest demon turned around his eyes had even changed but to the most stunning Hazel Crowley had ever seen that is until his front was grabbed and he was pulled into a searing kiss in between however the serpent heard "Im so sorry" muttered repeatedly

It clicked however why this patterning seemed familiar and it made Crowley murmur

"Your alright Nightingale, I got you,"

However they'd find out later God and her ever ineffable ways had intervened Aziraphale had not in fact been turned into a Demon, but a Guardian Angel. A being never seen before a being who had the free will of Humanity yet the powers of Heaven and yet also somehow Hell

They would only discover this when nobody came for the former principality and a mysterious letter arrived explaining why, Crowley was even named as one of these beings in the note

God had given the pair Them. Their own team a new place for those who didn't quite fit in that wished to mingle and cross lines amongst the mortals. To do just acts whether they be good or bad

Gabriel causing a man to be hit by a car whom had tried forcing himself on Beelzebub for example was neither Bad nor Good as the man had been harassing zem and several other women. So one could say Gabriel just acted as the instant Karma he had accumulated.

And Beelezebub causing the injuries to end his life quickly Gabriel had no say after all it was also Karma. Zey had dealt with his abuses that night despite Gabriels attempts to kindly make the man stop. Beelezebub was a former Demon they were quick to temper, thus is the choice of freewill.

Free will lead to the current moment where Crowley and Aziraphale lazed about in the Bookshop, both of them sharing lazy kisses in between page turns,

#good omens #good omens season two #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable husbands #good omens aziraphale #good omens crowley #good omens gabriel #good omens beelzebub

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stormxpadme · 8 months

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Whumptober 2023 No. 11 - Captivity

Scogan Bingo challenge Sneaking In/Out

Logan should have realized the moment the guy had walked into his cell, of course.

With his instincts worth shit right now and having spent the better part of the last two days drifting in and out of consciousness, he supposed though, even a feral could be forgiven some inattentiveness. It sure as fuck wasn’t due to this hideous disguise that his muffled sense of smell and blurry vision, his dampened earing, didn’t catch on immediately when some new janitor guy whom Logan hadn’t seen in this facility before started cleaning the room with a cheerful whistle on his lips.

Only when the guy went to work on one of the mirrored walls, displaying in detail the traces of everything that had gone down in this damn cell in the last three weeks, Logan suddenly was fixed by a pair of sky-blue, breathtakingly beautiful eyes. Pupils he'd never been allowed to look into before, and yet he knew that face coming with them ...

His own eyes went wide as recognition hit him in his starvation-knotted stomach like a freight train.

The silent What the fuck on his lips must have been plain to see for his unexpected visitor if hopefully not for the cameras in the corner, because fake cleaner dude shook his head at him in that reflection almost imperceptibly. His grip on the handle of some wiper in his hand which Logan only now realized was very faintly blinking orange, tightened slightly. Only when said LED signal turned to green, Scott let out a relieved hiss, never stopping his thorough tidying up though – knowing what a neat freak his dear team leader was, Logan could have bet, he was actually enjoying that part. Next, he started getting all that rusty red below Logan's stretcher off the floor which at least gave them the advantage that they could communicate from up close. "Audio jammer's active. There's not enough time to crack the cameras so keep ignoring me. Are you feeling half as shit as you look?"

"Look who's talking," Logan deadpanned, with a voice still quite hoarse from the last bout of screaming, careful to keep his lips or eyes from moving too much, no matter how badly he wanted to look at Scott again right now. Not least to really get it in his head that what he'd been certain at this point wouldn’t happen anytime soon, was true, that he'd been found … And by the last person he'd have expected to show up in this secret Weapon X laboratory no less. "Did you go to Stark's school of disguise or what?"

"Fooled you for a minute," Scott returned with only a very weak twitch around the corner of his mouth. The too-pale color under what was hopefully only temporary tattoos disfiguring his face revealed, he was still processing Logan's not-exactly-pretty appearance. Together with that ridiculous platinum blond buzz cut and apparently some inhibitor device that the guy must be carrying, a look that might indeed at least mislead the insane bastards working at these labs for an hour or two about having hired one of their arch-enemies. Hopefully enough to end Logan's own very unfortunate latest encounter with these assholes. "Enough flirting, we're short on time. Can you hang in there for another bit or do I need to blast us out immediately? I'd prefer to take this whole place down while we're at it but I'm not risking your life for that."

It was Logan's turn to shake his head almost invisibly lightly and force something like a weak grin on his lips, with as much of a shrug as the adamantium cuffs around his arms and shoulders allowed. "Had worse. What's the plan?"

There was no question that Summers had come here with one, given how much effort he'd put into his role, in spite of his almost palpable disgust about the feigned disregard and levity with which he had to regard Logan's bloody ordeal for now. If he was being honest, Logan would already have expected the kid to faint instead at this point. Sometimes he still had to remember that this guy was nothing like what Logan had thought when he'd stumbled into that damn posh mansion before Liberty Island, and that Scott in fact remembered more years of being at war than Logan could thanks to his amnesia.

"I brought you something to ... Jesus, Logan, can you wipe that look off your face? What, you thought we weren’t coming when you stopped calling?"

"Only surprised it's you, I guess," Logan answered truthfully after biting down arduously a new wave of pain wrecking his guts, a new noise from his bloody-bitten lips that this time became a subdued growl, now that he knew, that this was about to end soon. A pleasant surprise thanks to someone, of all people, whom Logan had half and half not expected ever seeing again after taking some time off from Mutant High to finally finish getting over Jean's death … and especially from what had started to develop between Scott and him out of the blue recently. That nothing had come out of that promising growing intimacy had not been any of Logan's fault, in any case. That was a fight against windmills he'd no longer been ready to engage in. Seeing where he'd promptly ended up, going solo again … Well, he didn’t need a few nights of meditating on it to admit, that might have been a mistake. "Could have sworn you'd have jumped right into that lake after Jeannie by now."

"Toyed with the thought until you left and didn’t show your face for months," Scott said soberly, a visible shadow darkening his expression that he hid by bending down next to the stretcher to get to a few especially dark blood stains on the rough concrete ground. "That was when I realized I didn’t want to lose someone else I'm attached to. So you better not think about clocking out on me here, because that's not happening."

"Slim …" Logan's throat suddenly felt even tighter than from that damn inhibitor collar choking him, stifling any attempt of escape from one inhumane experiment after the other. So he'd indeed not been imagining it what had formed between them in their common grief over the woman they'd both loved …

"Not the time." Scott's back stiffened defensively as he was rummaging in his cleaning cart, hopefully for something that would help Logan get out of this embarrassing situation quickly because he suddenly felt like dragging that guy into the next best empty room and kissing him senseless.

"You don't say." Logan winced and threw his head back against the resistance of the collar as the wolf of infection and poisoning bit down into his midsection once more, the cramp further ripping open the holes where a couple of organs were missing, obscenely on display thanks to the broad surgical clamps biting into inflamed flesh.

Scott had become another shade paler when he turned back to him with something carefully hidden in a new cloth but to his credit, he wasn’t looking like he was about to add a few more body fluids of his own to the mess on the ground. Which, from all Logan had found out about the guy with time, thanks to a few certain secret entries in Scott's file at Westchester, shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise. Plus, right now, there simply was no time for shock and fretting, and if there was one thing this man was really good at, it was compartmentalizing. "Hang on, we're almost done. Just can't risk them suspecting me not doing my work in here. But they won't put their hands on you again, I promise. What are they trying to do, anyway?" With just the slightest shudder, Scott regarded that mess of exposed flesh on Logan's lower stomach before visibly clenching his teeth and going back to those stains on the ground so he could finish this whole masquerade.

Logan let out a dry huff but that hurt too much, so he just dully turned his gaze back to the mirror right above his stretcher that should probably serve to drive the helplessness and humiliation home to him. Joke was on his captors, though. As little as he remembered about his life before losing most of it … The sight of lazily twitching intestines on display and torrents of red dripping from his shape wasn’t anything new thanks to his powers. In a way that Logan didn’t think he could have explained it to Scott especially, it was actually calming, seeing what these bastards were doing. As long as he was bleeding, he was alive, mostly incapacitated healing factor or not. "In general? Taking revenge for me offing Stryker, and challenging my healing factor to find out how to kill ferals. Right now? Seeing how long someone can survive without kidneys and dialysis."

"Lame," Scott judged from his crouching position, with as much strained humor as he could come up with, while some quiet clanking and clicking revealed, he was busy leaving some of said gifts on the underside of the bed, out of every camera angle. "Essex already did that study on me when I was 13. I should send them the thesis."

Logan suddenly didn’t feel a lot like joking. Knowing something in theory was a lot different than hearing details for the first time, because so far, Scott had understandably not wanted to open up to him about some aspects of his past so far. Not outside the occasional nightmare that Logan had woken him from in their nights of reminiscing and bonding at least. He found himself wishing he'd have had a chance to get a chance to get his hands on that Essex guy before Charles had sent the asshole in some mental limbo long before they'd all met. It was all the more a reason not to risk Scott ever going through something like this again. Not everyone came with a healing factor Logan's size. "You need to get the fuck out of here. If they find you out …"

"That's the job," Scott interrupted him sharply, every bit the team leader Logan had come to respect long before feelings of a whole different kind had started to emerge in him regarding this man. "Don't worry; situation's under control. I just needed to check on your condition before we strike. Guns and blades are right under your butt. Use them until your healing factor kicks in properly again. You can't afford to lose any more blood right now. I'm gonna help you off that thing in a minute but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to punch you in the face for that."

"Don't tell me you haven’t been waiting for that ever since you saved my ass from Creed back then." Logan made very sure to wait for Scott to get up again before rolling his eyes at him.

"Not since Alkali Lake," Scott replied with that strangely calm, almost gentle tone again before his expression took on an exaggerated aggressive, hateful touch for the cameras, his fist clenching around something. "Try not to swallow this. You've got enough shit in you right now that doesn’t belong there."

"What is it?" Somehow gathering what was left of his clear mind in spite of the current blood loss, Logan remembered he should better be doing his part of the show and showed his alleged enemy a vicious grin before throwing a few not-so-kind insults at Scott's head, with only his lips moving.

"Temporarily overrides the inhibitor ray. Wait till I left. You'll have five minutes." Scott's posture tensed as he prepared to deliver a blow he visibly loathed even for the show.

"Where do I pick you up?" Logan's eyes darted to the digital time display on the wall as a warning that it couldn’t be too long now before his torturers would be back. If he had anything to do with it, Scott wouldn’t be meeting these people, elaborate plan or not.

"Pantry. Gonna drop a little drug package in the water tank. By tonight, everyone here will be out of it enough for the army to sweep the place. You and I don't want to be around for that though." But Scott was still hesitating, much to Logan's dismay.

He decided to make it easier for the guy and took a deep breath before spitting a remarkable amount of thick yellow and red on Scott's shirt. The blow following was indeed harsher than expected and left him gasping for a moment but with said small device, lowly humming at the inside of his cheek a second later, Logan could almost immediately feel his powers starting to come back to life. Now they had to be quick. "Slim."

"Don't mention it." Scott hurried to pack all his tools into that cart again, with only a brief, satisfied look at these holes in Logan's body that were trying to close against the resistance of the clamps already.

"Wasn’t gonna. When we're home, we'll talk though." Logan made sure to let it sound like the order that it was.

He could see Scott smile a lot broader to himself in the reflection this time before approaching the door. "I'll take you up on that. Meet you on the other side, Claws."

An hour later, they were in the Blackbird and on their way home. And maybe for the first time since he'd come to Westchester back then, Logan was certain he wouldn’t be leaving again anytime soon.

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#no.11 #captivity #x men #fic #medical torture #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #x men movies #fanfiction #stormys fanfics #dead dove do not eat #scott summers #cyclops #wolverine #scogan #scott x logan #scoganbingo #whumptober2023

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greentrickster · 2 years

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(quietly stares into the abyss that is potential Red, Blue, and Cyrus too AU angst, then sticks a foot in)

The ‘technically not illegal at the time’ thing is the only reason Cyrus is still running around free after attempting to destroy and remake the world. The basic legal consensus is that no one’s going to attempt to find anything else to charge him with unless he gives them reason to, which is highly unlikely. He did have to go to some court proceedings after Cynthia found him and the world realized who he was and had happened, though. Blue and Red went with him and spoke on his behalf (and so did Cynthia, actually), and it all went quite well. Still left Cyrus staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping some nights, trying to understand how he became/used to be the guy everyone talked about during those proceedings. If he wasn’t going to therapy before, he definitely starts after this.

It’s a hell of a thing, after all, standing in a court full of people who know more about you than you yourself do.

@someoddmix #aaaaaaawwwww #blue and red and cynthia all speaking on his behalf! #still you're right #super eerie situation to be in #these people all remember more about you than you do #and all the terrible things you apparently did #that you are not at all interested in remembering #must make it feel like his past is right behind him #waiting to pounce and change him into someone he doesnt want to be anymore #afraid that his new memories and friends wouldnt be enough to keep him #well to keep him the version of himself that he finally likes

Yeah, eerie is a good word for it. It probably feels pretty eerie for Cynthia and a lot of the people who knew him before, too, since Cyrus would have to dress appropriately for court, and it makes him look a lot more like his old self than he generally does in the more casual stuff Blue’s got him wearing these days. It super doesn’t help that Saturn will definitely be there, and quite possibly Mars and Jupiter as well (Charon’s in jail). And it’s just...

Cyrus left Saturn in control of Team Galactic but also never told him what his true plans were (going by the video game version of events here). He just left, no explanation, no offer to go with him, just gone, no answers, never to be seen again.

Except then one day Saturn’s at work running the new version of Galactic that actually does focus of creating eco-friendly energy, and he gets a summons to appear in court - not as a criminal or suspect, but to testify as a witness. Because Cyrus is back, and there’s a case to see what he should be charged with, if anything. And he goes in not really knowing what to expect, probably super distracted because of everything that this trial’s stirred up (remember, it’s been about five years since the events of Platinum), and he ends up bumping into someone on the way to the courtroom, crap, sorry about that-

“No worries, it’s fine.”

-and looking up to see his old team boss looking down at him with an expression somewhere between apologetic and embarrassed.

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, sorry. Um, I’m not angry, my face just... looks like this.”

“I- Boss? Cyrus?!”

The man blinks at him, freaking smiles, like a genuine smile, “Oh, do we know each other?” then he winces and looks nervous, “Um, I didn’t... do anything to you, did I?”

“Cyrus, what the distortion world?!?!??!”

#red blue and cyrus too AU #pokemon cyrus #pokemon saturn #pokemon #pokemon diamond and pearl #pokemon brilliant diamond

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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For the special force AU:

how about Thena putting together her Team and meeting Gil the first time? Like a little flashback?

They called her the Goddess of War.

Well, her name really was Thena. It wasn't an amazingly creative nickname. But it certainly was true, given she was known for being particularly vicious, whether it was in the field or the office. But what she lacked in social skill she made up for in sheer ability.

Gil had to admit he was surprised. He had heard about the Goddess of War, and everyone knew she was a top agent--they had to know that if they were applying to be part of her special ops team. But he hadn't heard anyone mention that she was literally the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth.

He thought that would have been mentioned at some point.

Kingo fidgeted beside him in line, "dude, she's so-"

"I don't want to hear anything about being badass."

Gil did his best to contain his laughter as Kingo's spine snapped straight so quickly he could swear he heard it.

Their new boss and team leader looked up at them finally. She had striking features, razor sharp bone structure under startlingly pale skin. Almost as pale as her whiter-than-platinum blonde hair. She leaned against the bullpen desk, "I'm no more or less badass than any of you. That is why I selected you, no?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Each of you excels in something far and beyond anyone else in the agency," she narrated, eyes scanning over them. Gil met her eyes for just a second as she passed over him. Her eyes were green. "That's why I chose you."

"Yes, sir!"

"But I can un-choose you," she tipped her chin up, and Gil was pretty sure it was almost the beginning of a smile. No one else seemed to think so, though, already quaking with nerves. "The next month we'll see if you have what it takes to be directed by me in the field. And ultimately, if I don't think you're a right fit for the team, then back to rank work you go. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

"You two," she eyed him and Kingo, "stay. The rest of you, back to work. You report here in the mornings now. It's oh-nine-hundred and not a second later."

"Yes, sir!"

"Dismissed," she looked down at the desk again, not even watching the rest of the candidates file out of the room.

Gil snuck his eyes towards the door as a few started whispering to themselves before they were even out of the room, like school children. Rookie mistake; she didn't say anything, but the boss lady made two sharp flicks of her pen on the files she had in front of her. They were already out of the running for placement on the team.

She drew herself up again, arms spread out and shoulders sharply angled, giving her a certain amount of presence. It was easy to forget that she was actually pretty normal statured as far as women went. If anything, she was a little skinny for being such a skilled fighter.

"You," she pointed at Kingo with her pen. "Sharp shot."

Kingo had both the best aim and the best actual shot record in the agency. "Yes, Boss?"

Gil nearly flinched, wondering what the sharp edged woman would have to say to the casual way of addressing her. They were a little higher ranked than some of the other agents she was considering, but certainly they weren't exempt from addressing her properly.

She raised a brow at him.

Kingo cleared his throat, "Boss...lady?...ma'am?"

"Hm," she let out singularly, but Kingo didn't get the little pen mark of doom. "You're...chatty, so I hear."

"Is that really in my file?" he couldn't resist muttering to himself.

"Yes." It obviously wasn't. "And I would like to use that to my advantage."

Gil watched the exchange cautiously. She was testing them both, that much was clear. He just wasn't sure how she was assessing them--and for what.

"How so?"

"I want...gossip."

"You?"

"I want things that aren't in any file," she clarified, keeping her eyes on Kingo. "It doesn't have to be anything sordid, but I do hope that if there's anything about any of your fellow candidates you feel I should know..."

Kingo stared right back at her. It could be a test of his loyalty, to see how easily he was turned on his own with so much as an order. But then again, it could be a test of how well he took orders. It could just be a test of if he lied on his file, for all they knew.

"Well?" she drawled.

Kingo straightened his shoulders. "Nothing worth reporting, I'd say. A friendly rivalry or two, but nothing that would distract them in the field. One is sorting out the tail end of a divorce, but he's a good father, so he hasn't let it affect his work. One of them does smoke, but I've never seen her ask for a smoke break, and she obviously still passed the fitness test."

Everything as promised; nothing worth reporting. It was both things that Thena would want to know as a leader but also the immediate promise that they wouldn't impact the team's work. They were nonstarters, as Kingo was telling her. He had both protected his fellow agents' personal affairs and reported honestly to his superior.

Again, Gil saw just this faint twitch at the corner of her - amazing - lips. He could swear it was a smile (of sorts).

"Very good," she nodded, taking the information for what it was. "Dismissed."

"Yes, sir," Kingo turned on his heel, catching Gil's eye ever so briefly before leaving as asked.

Gil was on his own.

"Gilgamesh," she murmured, looking over his file right in front of him. She nudged the papers lazily with the end of her pen. "But you go by Gil."

He shrugged.

"You can lift almost double what your fellow agents report," she looked up at him, one of her heels coming off the ground faintly. "And you did exceedingly well in your combat training and tests."

He shuffled a little in his stance, unsure if she wanted boastful confidence or sheepish modesty. "If that's what it says there."

She tilted her head, flipping his file closed. "Why do you think I selected you for this team?"

She had just listed one of his biggest assets as an agent, so why ask him? He had been asked to join countless special divisions since becoming an agent, thanks to his size and his strength. Everyone from homeland security to infiltration wanted him.

Gil looked at her--really looked. Her eyes were actually quite expressive, despite the facade she put on. There was no hiding what was in them and that beautiful colour. And he was pretty sure he knew what she was really asking. "My great sense of humour?"

There!--a real smile!

He brightened (he was never any good at hiding what he was feeling). "Is that a laugh?"

"No."

"Almost," he murmured, which he was pretty sure would have gotten him kicked out if anyone else were present for it. But they weren't, and he wasn't. He lifted his eyes to hers again. "I'll get you next time."

Her ice cold glare melted a little and he was pretty sure she did actually think he was at least a tiny bit funny. Maybe amusing, at least. "No one will believe you."

"I'll just have to try harder," he grinned to himself, setting his shoulders again. She resumed the cold, polished mask required of a team leader. But he could still see the very human warmth in her eyes. "Is it because of the cat thing?"

Her eyes sparked, even if her face was as still as a statue.

How had no one ever noticed this before? She was way easier to read than people thought. Or maybe she was deliberately letting him read her just to test him. Oh well.

"That stray cat that got caught in the tree outside of the main office?" Gil repeated, standing by his statement. "I spent all morning trying to get it down. I didn't call in my lateness and got suspended for a week without pay just because of some stray?"

"And you were asked why."

So, that was the reason. He smiled, "poor thing was scared. I couldn't just leave it there."

Another real, almost gentle seeming smile crossed Thena's face. She tilted her head at him, "that was the statement you gave. It's not attached to your suspension notice but I asked around for it."

Kingo must have told some higher up he knew would be close enough for her to hear it.

"That is the reason I chose you," she said without the forced sharpness of her tone. It was actually a lot softer, even higher than she could make it seem. "Because you cared so much for a strange animal that you couldn't abandon it. Nor did you contest your suspension--which you could have."

"Yeah, but I had a new cat to take care of."

She caught it right away, but it had happened, clear as day: she laughed.

Gil felt something rattle in his chest as she pinched her lips together and pretended to look down at her papers again. His life belonged to her, now--no questions asked.

She looked up at him, offering a sleekly shaped eyebrow with the remains of her smile, "congratulations."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugged, and he didn't really consider making someone laugh something to gloat about anyway. "No one will believe me, sir."

She nodded, her smile remaining. "You and Kingo will be my leads. You'll report here at 0800 and I will tell you how the rest of this week will go."

"Yes, sir, Boss," Gil offered a smile--just a small, sheepish one.

"Don't test your luck," she advised him, back to keeping her smile very much in check.

It seemed she really couldn't control that one little corner from twitching upward, though.

"Yes, ma'am," Gil nodded and took his leave. Maybe joining the special forces would turn out to be not so bad.

#Thenamesh Special Forces AU #oooh I really like how this turned out #this is how it happened #I know I get to decide that but this is how it happened now #Gil immediately able to get a smile out of her #and deciding #this is my reason for living now #and Thena here thinking she's the unrbreakable Goddess of War #enter one (1) cute guy who's good at cooking and she's done for #Gil tells Kingo he got her to smile #and if it were anyone else Kingo would be like no way #but he knows Gil and he's like...really?#Gil's like yeah I think she's actually really nice when she wants to be #no one else ever gets to see this side of her though #I wonder why...

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