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gremlingottoosilly · 2 months
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Hello gremlin!
I’ve read most of your monster!141 and I absolutely love how you write these stories!
I was wondering if you could do something with a barn owl reader! Barn owl are my favorite animal in general and i would love to see how the monster!141 boys will react to such a cute but deadly hybrid.
I think it will be hilarious how easily you can sneak up on them! After all silence and stealth is a common trait amongst owls. Also it’s not like your a tiny hybrid either you are pretty big and strong but not taller of stronger than the boys
-again i love your work, it’s simply amazing ( i also hope this ask isn’t too weird) 🦉🦉
You weren't even a pet at first. One of the scouts, the flying patrol for the base - the deadly one, really, although the fact that you're only active at night makes you a bit less of an effective soldier than you should be initially. It's fine, you thought, it should be fine - you're flying under the radar, you don't catch attention, you do your job. Then you are accidentally caught in a full moon with Soap and Ghosts. You learned the secret of the most mysterious operator on the base - and you wish you didn't. Stuck on a night patrol with two horny dog and dog-ghost hybrid was...something. Something that got you squished between two of your superiors, your wings petted and stimulated relentlessly and your pussy and ass squeezing their knots. The two of them truly are just dogs at heart - refusing to separate from each other and from you, you could only hoot in pleasure as they were using your body like you were one of pets and not a fellow soldier. You knew what that would mean, obviously - you're strong, yes, but not to the point of their strength. You're not breedable or soft or small, but they are still stronger and you're still cumming around them like a lowly creature you are. Soap marks you with his bites and Ghost pushes his hands around your waist, squeezing you into the shape of a mate. You know your service as a soldier is over. It's not that bad with others - Gaz still respects another flying hybrid in the team, going on patrols whenever you are not being bred, and enjoying flying with you. Even if that means he is only doing this so he could fuck you up on some high mountain or the watching tower, so be it. You want freedom, you crave it, and if spreading your wings also means spreading your legs a bit later than fuck it - Kyle is making you cum, after all. Almost treating you like an equal, this is refreshing after the treatment you're getting from his fellow teammates. He loves to kiss you, to cover you in soft smooches and little pecks, and you never felt so utterly loved. Price is...a bit conflicted. He still treats you as a soldier sometimes. sending you on patrols and when you're all too eager, he is reminded that you're their pet - even though you look and act like a proper recruit. He knows how predator hybrids are, how you need work to do because just laying with your legs spread in your nest won't cut it for someone like you - so he sighs and gives you paperwork, at least, it's something to do whenever you're not filled with their pups. Price is softer with you, he is forcing himself to be. Being strict and acting like your captain is a second nature to him, but you're changing your circumstances really quickly and he just wants you to be good. Just wants you to feel alright even though he understands that the transition was harsh.
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somanyratsinthewalls · 6 months
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Kinktober Special Part 4
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Mo’s Kinktober Special 
The Crew’s Whore (Part 4) (+18)
Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your power fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.
Pairing: Usopp x afab!reader
WC: 3200 ehehehe
TW's: Alcohol consumption, cowgirl, face sitting, oral sex m receiving, blowjob, a little exhibitionism, virginity loss, virgin usopp :( , oral sex f receiving, pet names, begging, submissive usopp :(
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4: The Liar
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Earlier in the Day…
Zoro, Sanji and Usopp sat side by side on the railing of the deck watching their fishing poles in the water. The stores of meat were getting a little on the low side, and the whole crew knew what a nightmare their captain would be if there was a shortage of food, so it was all hands on deck for fishing duty. 
“So I had y/n in the bathroom the other day, it was insane.” Zoro starts after several long minutes of silence and no bites on the hooks.
“Yeah, I KNOW.” Usopp snaps back at the mention of what he walked in on a few days ago. 
“Haha oh yeah, I forgot about that.” Zoro chuckled and leaned back on his arm. “Sorry I’m not sorry, you were bound to see it some time. I don’t know why you don’t just have her for yourself for once, you’d understand it then. Oh wait, you’re too chicken shit.” 
“Chicken shit? Oh sorry I RESPECT women, and whatever configuration you had her in was NOT respectful.” Usopp shot back at the swordsman. 
“Oh yeah? Then why was she cummin’ all over the floor? Seemed pretty respectful to me.” Zoro smirked.
“He has a point, moss head. You obviously have no idea how to truly, romantically, pleasure a woman.” Sanji didn’t even turn his head to insult Zoro. 
“At least I’m not in there whimpering and begging! You think you’re quiet? It’s gross, shitcook, be a real man.”
Sanji stood up, abandoning his fishing pole, his right ankle beginning to flame. 
“Oh you want to fucking go, asshole?”
Zoro stands up to unsheathe a single sword. 
“Anytime, curly fuckface.”
“You guys really suck, man, I hope y’all know that.” Usopp sighed and grabbed his fishing pole to move it to the opposite side of the ship. He plants his pole against the railing as he lets Sanji and Zoro’s yelling fade into the background.
“HEY BROS? I SPECIFICALLY SAID NO DIABLÉ ON THE SHIP! CUT IT OUT!” Franky’s booming voice came from the top deck as he interrupted the idiots’ argument. 
Usopp thought about what Zoro said… he wasn’t chicken shit…
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That Same Day, Much Later
This evening aboard the Thousand Sunny, the weather was warm and quite breezy. As per usual there was a large spread for dinner that Sanji had expertly prepared, and the alcohol was certainly flowing. You sat in between Luffy and Usopp, your ear drums basically exploded from the decibel of their laughing and story telling. 
“-And if I wasn’t there, that old lady AND her cat would have DIED!” Usopp was regaling the crew with some ridiculous story about a walnut tree that had been set on fire back in Syrup Village. Was it true? Absolutely not. Was he adorable? Of course. 
Luffy was laughing his ass off, believing every word. 
“Wow Usopp! You’re a real hero! I bet Mr. Snuggles owes you his life!” Luffy said between bouts of laughter. 
You giggled before you leaned in and poked the tip of Usopp’s nose, teasingly.
“You’re so cute, you know that?” You chuckled at him. 
“I.. uh…” Usopp stuttered out before quieting down, his cheeks flushed a dark red. Luffy, oblivious, picked the conversation up again, telling a story about a cat he accidentally tried to eat during his childhood with the bandits. 
After everyone had their fill of food and drink, the crew each returned to their own respective tasks and business. You hung in the galley for awhile, drinking another glass of wine and drying dishes for Sanji. He was always such a good boy for you, why not help him out?
One finishing your task, you gave Sanji a peck on the cheek, to which he fussed and fawned over you briefly, and you grabbed another glass of wine before heading down the stairs towards your room. With airy steps and chardonnay in your hand, you treaded down the hall towards the bedrooms. Before you turned the corner you heard something. A beautiful melody was being played somewhere nearby and it caught your ear. You decided to follow the enchanting sound to the door of the lounge and you pushed it open. 
Inside, Brook was playing a gorgeous tune on the piano alone. You smiled seeing him so happy and in his element. You sauntered over to the piano bench and sat down next to the large skeletal man. He notices you next to him and slows his playing to a softer volume. 
“Oh beautiful y/n! How nice of you to join me! Any requests?” 
“No, this is great. What you’re playing is lovely, please continue.” You sip your wine and close your eyes, enjoying the soft notes from the piano keys. Brook finishes his song and you clap your other hand to the wine glass gently to mimic applause. 
“Bravo, Bone Daddy.” You smile. You continue, “You know… I am sorry that you can’t… you know…” 
“Oh, don’t worry sweet y/n. It’s quite alright, it’s the thought that counts, right? Yohoohoho!”
“Hmm… I guess you’re right… Here.” You stand up from the piano bench and slide out. You hike your thumbs underneath your short, black pleated skirt. You grab the edge of your pink lace panties and pull them down to your ankles and step out of them. You grab your panties and fold them up nicely. You grab one of Brook’s skeletal hands and place the panties in them and close it up. “Keep em. My treat.”  You wink and you turn to walk out of the lounge. As you leave you hear unintelligible thanks spill from Brook’s bony mouth, saying he would cherish them as long as he lived (too bad he was already dead). 
You chuckled to yourself as you closed the door to the lounge behind you. You realize your glass was once again empty, so you returned to the galley to fill it. You poured another full glass of wine before heading out to the deck again. It was quiet, but you notice Usopp sitting on the deck fiddling with his slingshot and some sort of supplies from his bag. 
“Well hey there,” You holler at him from across the deck and begin to saunter towards him. 
“Oh, hey y/n. What are you doing out here?” Usopp doesn’t look up from his project. 
“Just hanging out. Though I’d enjoy this nice weather.” You walk towards the railing of the ship and lean forward on it. 
“Yeah it is nice out, hey if you go back in for another drink could you grab me a-“ Usopp looks up towards you facing outwards towards the sea. You were leaned over the railing and the wind was blowing your skirt up over your ass. Having taken off your panties, your bare cunt and cheeks were on full display for him. 
Usopp instinctively jumped up and moved his body behind yours to cover you. Although there was no one else on the deck, he thought to immediately shelter your most intimate bits from any prying eyes.  You felt him behind you and shot up. 
“Usopp…” You ask as you turn yourself around to face him, chests almost touching. 
“Y/n! What the hell are you doing? You…” He whispers and looks around, “you don’t have any panties on!” He very quietly but very harshly breaths out at you. 
You giggle. 
“Oh, that? Yeah. Does it bother you, Usopp? You don’t like seeing my pussy on the deck like this?” You tease him as you step closer to him, bringing your breasts to press against his torso. 
“No I mean I never said- I mean no! Wait yes I mean yes! Hold on, no, no I don’t dislike it I just-…” His brain was fried as if he just stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He could feel your nipples through your tight crop top. 
“Ohhh… so you DO like it?” You purr at him.
“YES obviously, yes it’s great I mean-“ He stutters as you wrap your hands around his neck. You pull him closer to you and you gently press your lips against his to shut up him. He freezes. It took at least a full 30 seconds for him to start kissing you back. Usopp finally gathers the courage to place his hands on your waist as you kiss him deeply. You pull back, holding the side of his face with one hand, looking into his nervous eyes. 
“Would you like to take me back to your room, Usopp?” You seductively ask. He blinks blankly at you. He wasn't chicken shit. He grabs your hand and pulls you quickly through the ship to his room. 
Closing the door behind you, you wrap your arms around him again, consuming him in another heavy make out session. You could feel his hands on your body shaking. 
“Nervous, sweetheart?” You pull back and coo at him. 
“Ha, nervous? Nah, no never. I do this all the time! You know I used to have a girlfriend back in Syrup Village, she was basically a princess and she and I-“ You press your finger to his lips. 
“We both know that’s bullshit.” You smirk at him. You trace your finger along his lips. “You’ve never touched a woman in your life. Never felt the hot, wet mouth of a woman on your cock. You’ve never tasted the sweet release of a pretty girl on your tongue. You’ve never felt the tight squeeze of a cunt while you’re deep inside of it.” 
Usopp whimpers at your filthy words. You snake your left hand in between your bodies to palm him over his overalls. 
“Shit- okay fine. You got me. I have no idea what I’m doing. I want to make you feel good but I.. I don’t know how…” 
“Then let me show you…” You push his body back towards the bed making him flop onto it. You slunk in between his knees  and removed his clothes. You slipped out of your shirt over your head and your skirts down your legs, not needing to remove your panties since you had already gifted them to your Bone Daddy earlier. His cock was so painfully hard already, it bobbed angrily in front of your face as you pulled down his coveralls. 
“Are you gonna… what are you gonna do?” Usopp asks you anxiously. “well… nothing you don’t want, okay sweetheart? I was going to take you in my mouth… if that’s alright my sweet boy?” You settle yourself between his thighs and start to stroke his cock slowly. 
“Yes… I-I want to be in your mouth please…” He stares intently down at you, hypnotized by your beauty and eagerness. 
“Hmm…” You hum as you slowly lave your tongue over the hot mushroom tip of his cock. 
“Holy shit y/n-!” 
You felt your cunt grow wet at the desperate sounds of pleasure that came from his mouth. You wanted to ruin him so bad. A loud whine escaped Usopp’s mouth as you took his full length down your throat. You brought your right hand up to cup his tight, heavy balls in your palm. 
Usopp’s thighs and abs tense as you continue to work him in your mouth and your hands. Nothing but moans and heavy breaths left his lips. He had never felt anything like this before, cursing himself for being too… well chicken shit, to ask for your services before now. 
“Y/n wait stop I’m going to-“
You used your left hand to grab his hip and press his body further into you as you took his cock in your mouth so far that your nose met him pelvis. Usopp whined as he released his heavy load down your throat. After several more ropes shot into your mouth, you pulled off Usopp’s dick as he flopped down back on the bed. 
“Woah… I kinda get what Sanji’s been talking about now…” Usopp uttered as he stared at the ceiling. You chuckled as you snaked your body up his chest to give him a peck on the nose. 
“What can I say? I’m a professional.” You cupped his face in your hand and winked at him. His expression changed. 
“Wait… What about you?” Usopp looked up at you with concerned eyes. “Oh sweetie don’t you worry about that!.” You stroked his cheek. 
“No… I said I wanted to make you feel good… can you… can you help me? Show me?” He desperately grabbed at your hips, grinding you down onto his cock that was already starting to harden again. 
“Hm… If you insist…” You smiled devilishly and sat up on your knees and moved to hover over Usopp’s face, leaving your sopping cunt mere inches above his drooling lips. His eyes bugged wide out of his head, the sight of your gorgeous bare pussy so close to his face was too much for him to handle. 
“Do you want to taste it, Usopp?” You teased at him, being barely out of his reach, not sitting down fully just yet. 
“Mmm Yes! Yes just sit! Mmm please just sit down I’ll do whatever you  want, just use me, please!” His speech was almost slurred due to him trying to reach his tongue out of his mouth to taste you already. You gave into his pleas and fully lowered your body onto his face. A breathy sigh of pleasure escaped your lips as his tongue prodded your weeping hole. 
“Mmmprhh so-mrrph good!” Usopp whined out against your sex. He bucked his hips up shamelessly, already fully erect again. You leaned forward to grind your clit against the base of his nose while his tongue fucked your hole. You threw your head back in pleasure and moaned loudly. 
“Ohhh, sweetie that’s so good! You’re so perfect for letting me use your pretty face like this. Such a good boy for eating me so well!” You praised him as you continued to ride his face, bringing yourself to orgasm. 
“I’m going to cum on your face now, Usopp. You’re going to lay there and take it, right sweetheart?”
“Mhmm! Mhmm” He nodded his head as you finally pushed over the edge. Your slick juices sprayed his face and neck as you cried out. Usopp moaned underneath you as his tongue darted out of your hole to lap up any remaining release from your folds. 
You collected yourself and slid your body back down his chest, your pussy dragged a wet trail down his torso as you moved. You hovered over his weeping cock, leaking a puddle of precum onto his toned abdomen. 
“Would you like to fuck me now, Usopp?” You looked him square in the eye. He was so drunk on your body and pleasure. 
“Yes! Yes, Please, I’d like to fuck you now! Please let me inside of you!” Once again he was begging beneath you. You could definitely get used to his. “Ok sweetheart, you can fuck me now. You’ve done so good.” You coo at him as you line his cock up with your soaked entrance and slide down. He wasn’t as long as Sanji or Zoro, but it was thick and hit your spot just right as you took him to the base inside yourself. 
“Fuck-!” Usopp cries out as his hands fly to your hips to ground himself, so lost in the pleasure of your tight cunt. 
“Sweetie you fill me up so nice, doing such a good job-“ You moaned out dreamily as you began to grind yourself back and forth on Usopp’s cock. 
“Fuck y/n… I can’t… I just gotta…” 
All of a sudden Usopp plants his feet and slams his hips up into yours making you almost jolt off his dick in the process. He hit you so deep. 
“Usopp!” You cry out in both surprise and pleasure. You shudder forward and lose your balance, hands landing on his firm chest to hold yourself up. Usopp continues to piston his length inside of you at an animalistic pace as you felt that familiar tightness in your belly begin to form again. 
“Shit, Usopp I- I think I’m gonna- AH!” He was bouncing you so forcefully on his cock, the soft, shy Usopp you knew was long gone as soon as he sunk balls deep into your filthy cunt. Your body was being tossed in the air with every thrust, your full breasts bouncing lewdly in his face.  “Gotta feel you cum again… Fucking do it… Cum on me again…” Usopp growled out at you as he took your right nipple in his teeth. You cried out in pain and pleasure as his grip tightened on your hips, holding you so hard you knew you’d be left with black and blue marks where his fingers were now. You screamed out his name as you let your orgasm wash over your body and you released all over his lower half. 
“Y/n, fuck, where should I-?” Usopp gasps out. 
“Inside… Need… inside…” You choke out between gasps, your body still recovering from your orgasm.
Usopp groaned loudly as he pulled your hips down so far into his that you felt his cock kiss your cervix harshly. You whined as he shuddered and came deep inside of your still spasming pussy. 
His body went limp. You leaned forward while he was still seated within you to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. You tried to as gently as possible remove yourself from his overly sensitive cock. He still groaned as you pulled yourself off of him, feeling his cum drip out of you onto his hip bone in the process. You laid down next to him and wrapped him in your arms. You pulled his down comforter over both of your naked bodies. You scratched his scalp as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around your lower back. 
“SooOOOooo… What’dya think?” You giggled as you asked him how his first time was, already knowing the answer. 
“Y/n it was-“
“GLAD YOU FINALLY GET IT, LOSER!” You both heard Zoro’s drunk, booming voice from outside Usopp’s bedroom door. 
“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!” Usopp shouted, briefly rising from his resting place in the crook of your neck. 
You both laughed. You pecked him on the lips. “Goodnight, Usopp.”
“Goodnight, y/n.” 
You both quickly fell asleep in each others arms. 
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wordstome · 4 months
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Endless Nights - Price x Reader
I started thinking about Sandman again because of Barry Sloane as Destruction of the Endless and went back to reread everything Destruction is in, including his Endless Nights story. Now I can't stop thinking about Price x archaeologist reader...
1.7k, please forgive any archaeological or military errors I only took like 1 anthropology class two years ago
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You've been on all sorts of digs, but this has got to be one of the most chaotic. Your team's been sent to this peninsula to unearth some recently discovered artifacts. They think it's remnants of a little-known indigenous population, and it's your job to dig everything up safely.
Only problem is, there's a military base on top of it.
"Maybe it won't be so bad. Military personnel are good at following orders," your coworker says while you're unpacking your tools.
You snort. "Yeah, but they're equally good at putting holes in things and blowing things up. I don't think they have a lot of respect for fragile ancient artifacts."
"Ouch," your coworker says, wincing and putting a hand to his chest in a mock expression of pain. "No love for our nation's bravest?" You roll your eyes at him.
"It's not like that. I'm just saying we need to be vigilant about keeping them away from work sites. Take no shit, as it were."
"With the military? Good luck, I guess."
It's not that you dislike or even distrust every single person who's ever been in the military, it's just that you don't have much faith in their ability to hold respect for your work. Archaeology is quiet, meticulous work, a far cry from gunfights and kicking doors in. You're going to be here for quite a while, and if you don't establish boundaries right out of the gate, you'll be fighting an uphill battle for the rest of the dig.
That's what you're telling yourself as you sit in a gray, featureless meeting room. You and your supervisor are supposed to be meeting with a John Price, a British SAS captain. Kate Laswell, an American CIA agent, told you he's the proxy you'll be cooperating with during the dig.
You're prepared for all sorts of men to walk through that door: a balding middle-aged man with a power trip, or perhaps some blustering meathead whose voice no longer goes lower than a shout. Instead, the man that walks through the door and shakes your supervisor's hand leaves you staring, just barely keeping it together enough so you're not drooling with your jaw on the floor.
He's hot.
Your head fills with static as he turns to you and hits you with possibly the most endearing smile you've ever seen on a man. It's not just that he's somehow pulling off the beard and mutton chops look, or that his rough British accent is making you feel some type of way down there. It's the way he walks, like it's heavy—
"Pleased to meet you," Price says, shaking your hand. His hand engulfs yours as he gives it a brief squeeze. It takes your every last brain cell to answer with something other than Please tell me you're not wearing a wedding ring because you're actually single.
The meeting consists of him and your supervisor laying ground rules while you nod mutely and try not to audibly moan when Price adjusts himself in his seat, his hips moving in a way that is definitely going to undo you if you think about it too hard.
You walk out of the meeting having barely survived, but confident that the whole ordeal was a one-time thing. He's just who you complain to if one of the soldiers stumbles into a work site and smashes one of the artifacts, after all. You'll never have to see him.
Except you do. Every day, multiple times a day, he's there. He's obviously got his own shit to do of course, but it's like you can't get away from him: walk into a tent, and he's there chatting to one of your coworkers. Eat a meal, and he's there talking to a squad of soldiers and clapping someone on the back with a hearty laugh. Turn a corner, and he's there to full-body slam into you—
"Pardon me, sweetheart. Didn't see ya there." You're ashamed to say you don't do much more than stare at him with what must be the most pathetic petrified doe eyes as he gives you a pat on the shoulder and goes on his merry way. That was like running into a solid brick wall...
It would be fine if it were just you having a silly little unreciprocated crush. You've had those before and survived. But what starts to get to you is the little things: the way his eyes flick to you when you enter his vicinity, accompanied by a nod. The way his eyes linger on you for a moment too long before looking away. The brief touches against your shoulders or hips when he's maneuvering past you in a small space.
Frankly, it's driving you crazy, and it's starting to show.
"If you dust that piece any harder, you're going to damage it," your coworker scolds you. You all but jump backwards from the piece you're working on. You'd been so absorbed in mentally dissecting his body language the last time you were in the same room as him that you'd brushed the piece far beyond the point of being clean.
This won't do. You have to do something about this.
Mercifully, you've been given your own individual room to sleep in, which is quite the luxury after a career full of sleeping in dusty tents or sharing bunks with coworkers. It also gives you enough privacy to...take care of business, as it were.
Obviously, you didn't bring any "tools of the trade" that weren't useful for your work, so it's just you and your hand past 11 pm. You feel beyond perverted, slipping a hand between your thighs as you think of Captain Price.
You can still feel the weight of his hands on your body, brief though they were, and picture what else those touches could be doing. Your own voice slips out in a moan as you imagine his, low and grumbling yet soothing while he pushes you into the sheets, that endearing smile turned devious and devastatingly sexy as he spreads you open for him with those hands of his and collects your wetness on his fingers...
Your heart jumps out of your chest as you hear a knock at the door. You all but fall out of bed, scrambling to pull on enough clothing to be decent. "J-just a minute!" you call, inwardly cursing yourself for how breathless you must sound.
You answer the door, flustered and a mess, to see the subject of all your fantasies staring there. For a split second, you're petrified by the possibility of Price having heard your desperate whines and whimpers and knocking on your door to politely ask you to quit cranking it in his barracks.
"Apologies, sweetheart. Hope I didn't wake you up?" His eyes are so striking, so sincere, that you know he could have woken you up from the best sleep of your life and you'd still be unable to be mad at him.
"No no, I was...no need to worry. What can I do for you?" you say, relief flooding through you. Of course he didn't hear you. He's not a total pervert like you.
"Well love, I...it's probably best if you come take a look for yourself," Price says, looking almost sheepish. Your heart sinks a little—this cannot be good.
He leads you out of the barracks towards one of the job sites, directing you towards a table with several excavated artifacts laid out. "One of my men thought it'd be wise to steal his mate's torch, had him stumbling around in the dark out here. He says he bumped one of these tables and heard something fall on the ground, and I figured you should know right away instead of waiting 'til the morning and having all sorts of people tramping through here."
You give him a brief grateful look before crouching down with a flashlight. After a bit of looking, you find the missing object: a thick shard of pottery, lying forlornly on its side by a table leg.
You reach forward to pick it up, but the captain has spotted it as well, resulting in his hand landing on top of yours over the pottery. For a brief, dizzying second, his hand lays heavy and warm over yours, and you could have sworn that his fingers had shifted as if to take your hand in his.
In a blink, the moment's over, and the captain's hand shoots back to his side. Trying not to make an utter fool of yourself, you push yourself back up to a standing position, examining the pottery shard with a discerning eye.
"Looks like no harm was done," you say to him with a smile. "Mayday averted."
"Good to hear. I'll make sure the knuckleheads who did this receive a thorough dressin' down for this incident." You're grateful that the warmth rushing to your face at his stern tone can't be seen in the dark as you carefully set the pottery back in its place on the table.
"I'll walk you back to the barracks. Can't have my favorite archaeologist stumblin' their way around themselves, now can I?" You nod mutely, unable to look at him for much longer than a few stolen glances.
The two of you are quiet all the way back to your door, where you stand in the hallway, fidgeting with your hands and feeling the urge to say something, anything. "Thank you," you blurt out. "For not waiting until tomorrow morning. There's no telling what foot traffic would have done before we noticed the missing piece."
"Your work's important, love. And while you're here, you're our guests. It'd be rude to not be taking care of your work, wouldn't it?" You nod shyly, basking in the warmth of his attention.
You're frozen to the spot as he leans in to whisper directly in your ear, his lips brushing against it. "Next time you're relievin' a bit of tension, feel free to stop by my quarters, yeah? I think you'll find there's a lot more I can take care of than just your work."
Your eyes go as wide as saucers as he winks at you. Before you can even process what just happened, he's already walking away from you down the hall.
Feeling like you've just been handed some delicious and forbidden secret, you whirl around to shut yourself into your room, sliding down with your back against the door to sit on the floor. Did that truly just happen? Are you hallucinating? Or had you fallen asleep by accident and you're really just having some beautiful, delusional dream?
It doesn't feel like a dream when you realize you're soaking wet.
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God, I cannot wait until Barry Sloane's Destruction promo images drop. For reference, these are the posters we got for season 1:
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To be very honest, I wrote this like a possessed woman in the span of like an hour. I don't think there's going to be a part 2 unless you guys really get me going with some new ideas 😅
Also, I don't have a tag list (because I write almost exclusively for one particular Austrian), but I will tag my beloved @danibee33, and @ceilidho, as thanks for giving me Barry Sloane brainworms.
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Cool About It
Summary: Natalie Scatorccio might be the meanest girl you know, and somehow, you've fallen for her.
Notes: please be kind this is my first fic! Not proofread. Also it's just a pretty slow burn.
"You should totally do it, y/n," Tai said to you from across the table, "I mean, you already know like half the team. And it's not like you have anything more important to do."
"Wow, Taissa. Wow. Maybe I do have more important things to do. Did you ever consider that?" You replied, taking a bite of your sandwich.
By 'it', you both meant managing the soccer team. Tai and Lottie had both been bugging you about it for months, essentially since school started. At first, it was to meet new people. Then, it was to hang out with them. Now, it's because you have nothing better to do.
"If by important, you mean spending your stepdad's money, then I guess you do have more important things to do."
"Rude, but fair. It's not my fault he gave me a credit card with no limit. Trying to buy my love or whatever."
You had moved to Wisayok at the beginning of your senior year, because your mom remarried, and your stepdad couldn't move because of his job. Coincidentally, it was also because of your stepdad that you met Lottie and Taissa. Lottie's dad and your stepdad were business partners, so you two were forced to hang out pretty often. Luckily, you got along well. Then Lottie introduced you to Tai, and you three had pretty much been inseparable since.
"Look, y/n, please just manage the team. What else are you gonna do when Lottie and I both have practice, huh?" She asks.
She kind of has you there. Sure, you have other friends, but they're either also on the soccer team, or not 'hang out outside of school' friends.
"Damn, really pulling the loser card on me are you." You replied with a look of mock-hurt on your face.
"If the shoe fits."
"Fine. I'll do it"
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"And this year, coming on as a new manager, is y/n y/l/n. I want you treating her with respect," coach Ben announced to the Yellowjackets on the first day of practice.
You looked around at the girls standing in front of you. Obviously, you knew Lottie and Tai. But you also knew Van. Mostly because of Taissa's insane crush on her, but you two also had a few classes together.
Shauna you also knew, but that was because you'd been paired up for a project in world history, and you got along pretty well. Jackie, of course, was team captain and Shauna's best friend. You didn't know much else about her, but she seemed fine.
Laura Lee, on the other hand, you decided to avoid at all costs. You knew she was religious as hell, and you didn't feel like being told that "god wanted you to be straight". Sure, Lottie told you that she was okay, but sometimes Lottie didn't have the best judgement.
That left Natalie. You had no idea what she was like. You knew she was friends with Van, but that was about it. Honestly, she kind of scared you.
"Hey! I'm y/n, nice to meet you all!" You said with a smile, attempting to look each of the girls in the eyes. Most of them just stared blankly back at you, but Shauna gave an encouraging smile.
This was going to be interesting.
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By the third week of attending practices, you'd figured most of the girls out.
Van was the team goofball. Constantly cracking jokes, trying to get people to laugh. The two of you clicked instantly, your humor just matched. You made it your lives mission to make fun of Taissa as often as possible.
Laura Lee was sweet, you had to admit, but she was a bit pushy in her religious thoughts. You weren't too upset, though. At least she hadn't tried to get you to date boys.
Shauna was just the sweetest. Definitely the team mom. She was the most welcoming to you when you were first getting started as manager, and you really appreciated it.
Jackie was a lot sometimes, but she also just believed so wholeheartedly in the team and their abilities. You admired that about her.
And Natalie? She was kind of a mess. But you felt inexplicably drawn to her. Maybe it was the messy hair, or her smudged eyeliner. Or maybe it was that you couldn't figure her out, but you wanted to.
"Y/n snap out of it. We have to leave soon," Lottie yelled at you.
"Oh shut it. I just have to put shoes on. Plus, it's a party. No one shows up on time." You replied, rolling your eyes.
"Yeah, but we have to pick up Van and Nat. And if we don't leave soon, we'll be too late for it to be socially acceptable." Taissa pulled on a jacket.
"You just want to see your girlfriend," you said, drawing out the word. Tai's brown skin flushed a dark pink. Everyone had noticed the two of them hanging out more and more. Of course, you were happy for them.
"Don't act like you don't look at Natalie like you want to bang her brains out. Tai's not the only one with a crush."
"Enough, both of you. We seriously have to leave." Tai's voice kept you from making a comment about Lottie and Laura Lee.
"Don't wanna keep your girlfriend waiting!"
"Shut it, y/n"
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"Y/n, Lottie, Tai, good evening ladies. Y/n, thank you for driving. I owe you my life." Van's voice bounced through your little sedan as she got into the car.
You laugh, throwing your head back a bit.
"Of course, Van. It gives me an excuse to not drink."
"Wait, you don't drink?" Nat asked, sounding like she thought you were insane.
"I don't drink at parties, at least not ones with a lot of people I don't know. It's not really my thing," you reply, attempting to keep your tone even. You knew that some people found your aversion to drinking odd, but honestly you didn't care.
"Damn Nat, don't insult the driver. She might just leave your ass," Van joked, quickly shifting the mood.
"Oh, she'll do it too," Lottie added, "I wouldn't test her."
"Maybe it's your ass I'd leave. Ever think of that?"
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You were standing in the kitchen, sipping a Diet Coke when Shauna walked up to you.
"Hey, y/n. I didn't really expect to see you here. You don't seem like the party type."
You smile at her. "I'm not. But Tai and Lottie roped me into it. I think they just wanted someone to drive them home, honestly."
Now it was Shauna's turn to smile at you. "I'm sure that's not the only reason."
"You're probably right about that."
"Where are they, anyway? You'd think after convincing you to come to a party they'd at least hang out with you."
"I seriously have no idea. I don't care though, as long as I can find them when it's time to leave."
"Let's go find them. Or at least one of them. You shouldn't be standing here alone at a party you didn't even want to go to."
"Shauna, you're being really nice and all, but you should go have fun. I don't mind being here alone."
"Are you sure? Because if not I could-" before Shauna could finish, Natalie walked up to the both of you.
"Shauna, leave the poor girl alone." Natalie leaned up against the kitchen counter.
"Don't be a bitch, Nat."
"Hey, let's not fight in the kitchen. Nat's right, though, Shauna. You don't have to stay here with me."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely. Plus, now I have found someone to talk to." You gesture towards Natalie and smile at Shauna. She looks as if she's not totally sure if she's believes you, but she walks away anyway.
Once she's out of sight, you turn to Nat. "Thanks for saving me, but you didn't have to be mean to her. She just wants to make sure everyone's having a good time."
She scoffs, "that wasn't mean."
You roll your eyes, "sure," you say, and turn to walk away.
"Hey, wait."
"Dude, I know you don't really want to spend your time here talking to me. You don't have to pretend like you do."
For a moment, Natalie almost looks hurt. Before you can tell for sure, her face changes and she's smirking at you.
"You're right. Go find Lottie and follow her around like a puppy. I know that's what you want to do anyway."
You don't even dignify her with a response, and just walk away for real this time. You spot Lottie from across the room, and almost walk over to her, but then you remember Nat's words. They shouldn't have affected you the way they did, but you look back to see if Natalie's watching you.
When you turn around, she looks you right in the eyes and smirks, almost daring you to go over there. Part of you wants to, to prove that you don't care what she thinks. The other part wants to show her that you don't just exist around Lottie.
After a few minutes of internal struggle, the latter part wins out. You turn away from Lottie, and walk towards the back porch, hoping to spot Tai or Van.
Luckily for you, Van wasn't far away. You make your way over to her, half hoping that Natalie is still watching you. You want to show her that you do have friends, and she can fuck all the way off.
"Hey, y/n, enjoying your first Wisayok party? Isn't it grand? Everything you hoped it would be and more?" Van asked, obviously messing with you.
"Oh yeah. Shitty music. Shittier company. My ideal Friday night."
Van laughs. "I'm honestly surprised you even came. Tai talks about how much you hate things like this all the time."
"What do I talk about?" Tai approached the both of you, handing a cup of what you assumed to be beer to Van.
"How anti-party y/n is."
"I'm not anti-party. I'm ant-most of the people at them."
"God, you sound like Natalie. I swear you two would get along so well if she gave you a chance," Van said.
"I don't think she wants to give me a chance. Honestly I don't care. If she wants to believe I'm some perfect stuck-up little princess, I don't give a shit. She doesn't know me." You take another sip of your drink.
"She doesn't think that. Everyone knows you're not stuck up. She just doesn't like new people very much." Van looked at Taissa, as if for confirmation.
"Van's right. She didn't speak to like half the team until halfway through the season our freshman year. Although, I'm still not totally sure she's warmed up to everyone. She might still hate Jackie."
"Fabulous. Jackie and I can start a club."
"Y/n." Tai gave you a look that would make even a tree wither.
"Can you imagine that? Me and Jackie starting a 'Natalie hates us' club?"
"I'm sure Jackie has much better things to do. I also don't think Natalie hates you. I think you kind of intimidate her," Van said offhandedly, as if that was widely known information.
"Yeah, my great tits and winning personality intimidate Natalie Scatorccio, who half the time shows up to class high, or drunk, or both. I'm pretty sure I couldn't intimidate a worm. Much less Nat." You laugh, trying to imagine Natalie being intimidated by you.
"Maybe not the personality, but definitely the tits."
"Why are we talking about y/n's tits? Do I want to know?" Lottie asked.
"Those two are talking about how intimidated Natalie is by them. Which, if we're judging by how she was staring earlier, I'd agree," Taissa answered.
"Okay, new topic. Can we leave?" You asked the three of them, hoping for a yes. "We can even go back to my place. I just don't want to be here."
"We have to find Nat, but sure," replied Lottie, speaking for the group.
"Do we have to?"
"Y/n, I was joking about leaving her ass when we were in the car. She'd kill me if we left."
"Ugh"
"Come on, loser," said Tai.
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Drunk Natalie was both fun, and your worst nightmare.
"I'm just saying, Nirvana is the best. Nothing and no one beats them. Nothing. And. No one." Van had to support all of her weight, and essentially threw her into the passenger seat of your car.
"I don't want her getting carsick in the back." Van's look almost made you forgive her. Almost.
"I won't get carsick."
"Tell that to the back of Tai's car."
"Okay, assholes. Enough. Get in. Get buckled. Does anyone need me to drop them off, or are we going back to mine?" You ask.
They all chorus 'no's', so you put the car into gear and check that everyone's seatbelts are on. All three in the back seem to be secured, so you turn to Nat. As expected, she hasn't put hers on.
"Natalie, this car doesn't move until you put that seatbelt on.
"Why do you even care?" She glares at you, and it takes everything in you to not hit her.
"Because I don't want anyone to die. Even assholes like you. Don't make me do it for you."
She looks like she wants to defy you again, but she then sees the look on your face and thinks better of it. Soon enough, she's buckled in, and you can finally start your drive home.
"I can't believe we're finally seeing the princess's castle."
Yep. Drunk Natalie was your worst nightmare.
"I can take you home right now. Don't think I won't."
"Oh, I know you will. I just like fucking with you. I like seeing you all pissed off."
"Hi, Nat, it's me, Van, your best friend. Please remember there are other people in the car before flirting with y/n. Thanks." You heard all three of the girls in the back giggling, and your face flushed.
"That wasn't flirting, dumbass. Generally, flirting is done when you like someone."
"Why doesn't drunk Natalie shut the hell up?" You ask, feeling so many different things. On one hand, Natalie was flirting with you, right? She had to be. On the other, why would she flirt with you? She hated you. Unless she really was intimidated by you. God, when you got home you were definitely breaking your 'no drinking' rule.
"Okay, Princess. Whatever you say"
"I said shut up"
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"Never have I ever... fallen for my best friend," Van asked, waiting for someone to take a drink.
For what felt like the millionth time tonight, you were the only one to drink. You guessed it was fair, since you needed to catch up to everyone else. But damn, this vodka was gross.
"Wait, really? Who?" Van looked at you, waiting for a response.
"Someone back home. Her name was Molly. We're still friends, too. She's pretty and blonde, and a little bit of a mess. We just fit in the right way. Didn't work out though. I was a bitch, and I fucked up for a while." You didn't know why you said all of that. That was normally something you kept incredibly close to your chest.
"So not Lottie?" Natalie asked, slurring a bit. You should've just taken her back to her place, but something kept you from doing it. You really regretted that choice now.
"Fuck off. I'm done playing." You get up and stumble a bit, but then gain your balance, "feel free to keep going, but I'm going to bed."
"You aren't gonna share your bed, Princess?"
"Natalie, I will make you sleep outside. Fuck the fuck off."
"God, I was just messing with you. Chill out."
"Okay guys, let's not be hostile. Y/n, go to bed. Honestly, we all should," said Lottie. You shot her a grateful look, and attempted to make your way up the stairs. You didn't make it very far before you face planted. Apparently you had drank more than you thought.
"Shit, y/n, you okay?" Tai shot up from where she was sitting on the floor.
"Fine. I might just sleep on the couch. Apparently I can't walk up the stairs."
Tai and Van help you make your way to the couch, and give you one of the throw blankets. Soon enough, you're passed out.
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You wake up, and it takes you a second to figure out where you are. Then it hits you like a ton of bricks. Literally, your head is pounding, and you remember what happened.
As you sat up, you looked around for you friends. The only person you saw, though, was Natalie. That's when you saw the note. You picked it up, and read it.
'Hey y/n, I took Lottie and Van home, but you and Nat were both still out cold. Sorry I left her, but hungover, tired Natalie isn't something I wanna deal with' -Tai.
God fuck. What a great way to start your day. After a few minutes of agonizing, you decided to get your ass up and make breakfast. You padded to the kitchen and poured yourself a cup of iced coffee, and got out the waffle maker. If you were gonna have to deal with Natalie hungover, you were gonna at least do it caffeinated.
While the waffle maker heated up, you did a quick change into sweats and an old t-shirt, and you washed yesterday's makeup off your face.
By the time you walked back downstairs, the waffle maker was ready, and you began working on the batter while sipping your coffee.
After a while, you heard rustling of blankets in your living room. Soon enough, Natalie was standing in the doorway of your kitchen. Silently, you gestured to the island where you set out a cup of coffee for her.
She walked over and sat down. Smiling softly at you, she picked up the coffee and took a sip.
"I'm making waffles, if you want one."
"Sure."
The way her voice rasped nearly made you drop your cup. Something about it made you want to listen to it forever.
Somehow, you reeled yourself in. Your crush on her was pointless. She hated you. Your waffles weren't going to change that.
For a while, the both of you sat in near silence. She said thank you for the waffle, but that was the extent of your breakfast conversation.
"I should probably leave soon."
"Yeah, sure. Just let me grab my shoes and I can take you."
"It's fine, I can walk."
"You absolutely cannot. It's like 3 miles. And you're wearing platforms."
"I don't need your help."
"I either take you home or you don't leave."
"Why do you even care? I'm nothing but an ass to you, yet you still act like we're friends. Clearly, we're not." Her face is hard, and it takes a lot for you to not cry.
"God fuck, Natalie. Heaven forbid I just be a good person." You stare at her, trying to get her to understand, or at least listen to you.
"I don't want you to be good to me."
"Why. Why not. I try to be good to everyone. Why are you different?" You're nearly yelling now.
"Because, y/n, I don't deserve it."
"Fuck you, Natalie. Fuck you. I'm taking you home. That's it." You walk over to her and look at her in her eyes.
She stares right back. "No, y/n, you're not." She makes a move to get up and walk away, but you grab her wrist and pull her back.
For a moment, she looks like she's going to hit you. Instead, what comes next is completely unexpected. She leans in and kisses you. While you're stunned into silence, that's when she makes her escape.
"I'm leaving, y/n. See you at school on Monday."
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Two days. Two days of sitting in your house, not talking to anyone. Wondering what Natalie was doing. Waiting for her to call. But why would she call. She didn't owe you one. She just kissed you to get you to leave her alone, right? She didn't really like you, right?
You managed to make it through the entire school day without seeing Natalie, and you couldn't tell if it was a blessing or a curse. But you knew you couldn't avoid her at practice. That she couldn't avoid you at practice.
Throughout the whole practice, you watched her. You watched her run drills. You watched her 1v1 Lottie. You watched her scrimmage the JV team. And you watched her not watch you at all.
Finally, practice was over. You hurried to help coach put everything away, hoping to catch Natalie before she left. As you walked to the locker room, you spotted her.
"Natalie, hey, Nat, wait!" You ran over to her, waving. She just kept walking.
"Natalie, come on. We need to talk."
"About what, y/n?" Her tone was icy, and you didn't know why. She was the one who left you.
"Don't do this. Just come with me. Please."
"What am I getting out of this?"
"I don't know, Nat. What does it matter. If you don't like what I have to say, I'll leave you alone. For real." At that, she turns around and looks at you.
"Fine. Where are we going?"
"My car, I guess. Come on, it's over here." The two of you walk in silence to where you're parked, and you unlock the doors. Simultaneously, you both get in.
"What do you want to talk about, y/n?" She sounds bored.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that you fucking kissed me, and then ignored me all weekend. I thought you might be dead, Natalie." Your voice was hard, but there was an underlying sadness to it.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I made it home," she joked, expecting you to laugh, or at least roll your eyes.
"Don't be a bitch, you know that isn't all."
"Fine. The kiss wasn't anything. Is that better? I don't have feelings for you. Don't worry about that." Her voice isn't joking anymore.
"Fuck you, Natalie. I can't believe you literally just kissed me to get me to leave you alone. God. Using my crush on you to your advantage like that." You turn away from her, not wanting her to see you tear up.
"Wait. You have a crush on me?" Her voice softens, and you see in the window reflection that she moves to touch your hand, but then seems to think better of it.
"Fucking obviously. Clearly you don't feel the same, which is fine, but you don't have to use me like that."
"Shit, y/n, I'm sorry. I..." she trails off, and you wait for her to finish.
"You what, Natalie? Hm? I can't deal with your bullshit right now. Get out with it."
This time, she does make a move to touch you. She places one hand on yours, and moves the other to the side of your face.
"I lied."
"What?"
"About not having feelings for you." With this, she uses the hand on your face to turn your head towards her. For a moment, you just look at each other, drinking everything in, before she speaks quietly.
"Can I kiss you, for real this time?"
"Yes." Your voice is barely a whisper, but as soon as she has her permission, her lips are on yours. You thread your fingers into her blonde waves, and both of her hands cup your face.
You sit like that for what seems like hours, just kissing and kissing, only stopping to come up for air. You know your lipgloss had to have smeared, but you can't bring yourself to care.
Eventually, though, you stop. When she pulls away, it takes everything in you not to force her lips back on yours.
"That's why I've been such a bitch to you. Because I have feelings for you. And I don't know what to do with them." She almost sounds small saying that, the admission seeming so unlike her.
"Hm. I know how you can make it up to me."
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Close quarters
Summary: Never has sharing a bed been so difficult
Warning: australian colloquialism/phrases (swearing soz not soz) and unedited uni is killing me :)
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A long long night for the Matilda's, a wonderful game, the longest penalty shoot out in World Cup history. Y/n had never felt so proud to be alongside these women. Well most of them anyways, her feelings towards her Captain still remained unsolved.
Never had a single person frustrated her in her whole life, of course she respected her she's Sam Kerr for god sakes she had to. But that arrogance god, it frustrated her to no means.
Her smirk, her flirty winks and that tongue.
Wait what ew not like that
The way she smugly stuck it out after her goals, it made it her feel something.
Yes how exactly did it make me feel.
That's what Y/n was trying to discover using her vodka and soda as an accomplice on her journey. However, it was still World Cup and she couldn't get too crazy, just one celebratory drink.
Sitting with Hailey at the bar they discussed the game at length her other team mates surrounded around the pool table taking turns with one another. A new tactic of cool down their coaches had suggested as a bonding exercise.
Y/n felt a gaze on her from across the room but when she turned they were gone.
"You alright chicky?" Haley brushed her arm, a concerned frown rippling across her forehead. Y/n smiled at the term of endearment vigorously nodding.
"Just tired that's all, I might head up to the rooms" she yawned, finishing the last sip of her drink. However, just as she stood up two hotel staff came into the bar area.
"Ladies we have an unfortunate announcement to make, due to a leak in our pipe system a few of the rooms we had set aside for you have been damaged by water. Not to worry however, all of your belongings were fine" A few groans, moans and sighs were heard around the room.
"Not to worry girls, we have assigned you roommates to share with based off your positions, a bonding exercise if you will" Your coach chuckled slightly.
Perfect I'll be assigned with Hailey
"Arnold and Kennedy" both woman laughed like 13 year olds sharing a room at camp, walking off to their room.
I cannot believe I am getting an assigned room at 27
"L/N, Kerr is coming to join you" Y/n swear she felt her heart fall out of her arse. She looked over at Kerr who had a mischievous glint in her eye, saluting at her coach with that signature cheeky smile.
You both walked out of the room in silence, Hailey giving you a reassuring smile and thumbs up.
I really hope I can fall asleep quickly
Y/n heard a knock on the door she quickly rushed over opening it hastily.
"Hey roomie" Sam slightly slurred obviously not obeying the one celebratory drink rule, she glided past Y/n, taking in her room and belongings. Spending a long time looking at Y/n's photos she'd brought from home.
"Are these your siblings?" Sam half smiled, glazing over the photo she held it up towards the light.
"Yes, my brother and sister" Y/n stated proudly, extremely grateful of her wonderful supportive family.
Y/n noticed a change in Sam's demeanour once she saw the photo of her and Hailey at the season wrap up party last year. Sam's brow now furrowed as she walked away placing her things down.
Finally she turned around and faced Y/n, drinking in her appearance and forming a very large smile.
"Cute pjs L/n" Y/n quickly flushed a bright shade of red completely forgetting she was in her big Chelsea shirt and matching sweats.
"They were a gift actually, besides I don't know if you can be giving me much heat in those" Y/n quickly retaliated eyeing Sam's kangaroo and koala pj set. She gasped placing a hand on her chest pretending to be offended.
"Well I usually sleep in boxers and no shirt but I thought we'd keep it PG for our first sleep over" She winked, Y/n turning a shade of red she didn't even know was possible.
Both girls turned to face the bed, the one king mattress quickly becoming the elephant in the room.
"Ill take the couch" they both said in unison.
"You were on field longer tonight you deserve the rest more" Sam argued to the best of her slightly intoxicated abilities.
"You're team captain and recovering from injury you're taking it" Y/n retaliated
Sam shook her head, "Lets just share we are teammates, its just fucking bed".
She slipped in the bed switching her beside lamp off, a yawn escaping her she closed her eyes. Y/n stood their hesistantly.
"Y/n come on, I don't bite" The girl sighed slowly sliding in to their shared bed, turning off her bedside lamp, with now only having the light glow of Brisbane CBD shining through their windows.
Y/n could feel her heart beating in her ears.
The silence of the room was killing her.
Everything was so still.
It was as if time was frozen.
Why is this affecting me so much God, just go to sleep Y/n
The only source of comfort to Y/n was the feeling of Sam also tossing and turning, until she stopped facing Y/n's back.
"Psst, Y/n are you awake still?" Sam whispered
Both girls turned now facing one another. Sam feeling y/n's breath softly in hale and exhale.
"Yes Kerr what is it?"
"I just wanted to know...how long have you and Russo been together?" Sam hesitated, her breath tightly in her throat waiting for the response.
"What?" Y/n laughed tears nearly forming in her eyes, "Sam we are not together just very good friends"
"Oh,oh but you must have someone back home" The captain pried more.
"Nope just me" Y/n whispered, Sam's eye intently staring over her face trying to read her expression.
The room was hot, Y/n had never felt so tense she felt like she was melting. She suddenly felt a hand on her cheek, a thumb brushed over eye an eyelash stuck on Sam's thumb.
"Make a wish" Sam whispered, holding out her thumb. Y/n blew it away, Sam's hand now back on her cheek.
"Please don't kill me for this" Sam gently moving y/n's face towards hers.
Their lips slowly interlocking, the warmth flowed through Y/n like nothing ever had before. It felt like her body had finally switched on and every nerve had been sent into overdrive.
Sam's lips sweetly tasting like her strawberry chapstick and minty toothpaste. Sam smiled into the kiss breaking it apart.
"You've had no idea how long I wanted to do that for" Sam smiled stroking Y/n's hair.
I think I know what the feeling is now.
"Oh I might have some idea" she challenged back.
EXTRA:
"Macca I swear to god if you ruin this I'm going to fuck you up" Alannah whisper yelled
"One more shot" Mackenzie hushed leaning over the bed
The girls of course knew this was going to happen and were prepared rightfully so to document the occasion.
Both Y/n and their captain were entangled in one another looking as content as could possibly be.
"Mary you owe me that $15 babe" Hailey grinned
"No way", Mary scoffed hushing everyone out the door "I said August you owe me $40".
"Still worth it" Hailey smiled looking one more time at the couple before leaving them in peace.
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artbyblastweave · 2 months
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My sense of what Crossovers are for, conceptually, the thing they do that other works can't, was entirely formulated by my early-childhood exposure to Kurt Busiek and George Perez's seminal 2004 Marvel/DC crossover JLA/Avengers. Like most stuff Busiek writes it's a love-letter, and part-and-parcel with its status as a love-letter was that he took the time to render the horror and bewilderment that the respective teams had upon encountering the status-quo of their counterpart's setting. The JLA encounter the anti-mutant hysteria, the supervillainous fiefdoms like Latveria, figures like Hulk and Punisher being allowed to roam free, all those tonal hallmarks of Marvel, and they come to the conclusion that the Marvel Universe is hanging on by its fingernails and that the Avengers are somewhere between in over their heads and actively negligent. Meanwhile the Avengers explore the shiny, forward-thinking, optimistic DC universe, encounter the ubiquitously positive reactions they get from people on the street just for visibly Being Superheroes, see things like the Flash Museum and the Hall of Justice, and Captain America comes to the conclusion that the Justice League obviously must have led a fascist takeover of America. Then they hit each other a lot. Anyway, if you're writing a crossover between two works and you want me to care at all, you need to meet the JLA/Avengers Bar. When a character from one work is placed in the context of another work's setting, what commentary on the original work is that character in a position to provide through their outlook and worldview? What insight, in turn, can their commentary provide on on the assumptions and conventions of their native narrative? Have all characters involved experienced enough of the events of their own work that they've actually got something to compare and contrast with, or is the crossover occurring so early in one or more of their respective timelines that you're basically dealing with OCs due to the butterfly effect? Are you actually acknowledging the different properties as discrete narratives that are abrading each other in interesting ways, or are you for the one millionth time reimagining Izuku Midoriya as a native resident of some other setting (seemingly decided via roulette wheel?) And of course, are you correct in your assessments of how these are bouncing off each other? How many times am I getting hit with "They would not fucking say that/react like that/understand their new surroundings in that way/go five minutes without trying to disembowel this fan-favorite character from the other work that you've decided they're getting along great with?"
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mixelation · 5 months
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how's sasori obligatory round of book club go?
bc his role in reborn au is "mildly stalks team 4" i'm imagining 1) he's never actually formally invited, but 2) he just shows up for random meetings. it gets to the point where it's like "oh, akasuna no sasori shows up as a side character in this one, are you inviting him?"
but the FIRST time, tori has been busily "befriending" a random woman she found in the chunin break room. she walks her from work to get drinks before the meeting so her "friend" absolutely cannot escape. and then at the bar, fucking sasori shows up
tori: how did you even get in here?!
sasori: i was in the area. what are you doing i want you to look at improvements i made to one of my mind control seals. maybe find itachi too he's into this
tori: NO i'm DOING SOMETHING
tori: here if you can't just wait a couple hours, we're doing a book of short stories this week. read at least one of them
the woman recognizes sasori and she's like. um i would like to leave? and tori is like NO NO BOOK CLUB IS STILL ON and then blocks every single attempt to leave or flag down ANBU. we are going to book club, okay, new best friend????
(sasori: this is a random desk-nin? wouldn't even make a good puppet)
so the three of them go to book club, which is hosted in the hokage's house, and kushina opens the door and is like. hmmm. then she goes to minato making a vegetable platter and she's like
kushina: hey yeah so you know how sasori is stalking my students
kushina: well he's here for book club
minato:
minato: did you let him in?
kushina: i mean yeah? he had a copy of the book
minato:
minato: huh
so sasori is just. there. he's read three out of six of the short stories and he was very strong opinions. also itachi shows up so book club turns out to be very convenient for sasori? so he's fine. he behaves. he doesn't take the drink kushina offers him. minato DOES go drop naruto off at sasuke's so he's not in the house, but like. sasori is a fine edition to book club. he has well articulated and thoughtful opinions and has no problem telling kakashi his opinions are stupid, which is a pretty good litmus test for not being someone who's cowed by authority
tori's new best friend is losing her mind. what the fuck is happening. why is hokage-sama okay with this. why does respected famous jounin hatake kakashi think one of the most infamous missing-nin alive being here is funny. only shisui looks even slightly concerned. and then she can't even SAY anything because what is she supposed to do? talk back to her boss or the three separate anbu captains present??? she thought tori was a civilian
as they're leaving book club, itachi vaguely wanders after tori and the rando woman (who tori will NOT let leave her) because sasori said he wanted to talk, and sasori is like "well if YOU'RE not going to use her as a test subject, can i?" and tori is like NO OBVIOUSLY NOT SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND
(itachi: your best friend is a 30 year old career chunin with a child?)
the chunin lady finally successfully executes the emergency alarm jutsu and itachi is like "hi, i'm the nearest anbu" and then "why did you even bother, did you really sit with him and hokage-sama in the same room and conclude this was an appropriate response?" so he's. unhelpful and mean.
so the woman has a breakdown right there in the streets and tori has to be physically dragged away from her. they go find deidara. tori is mad the whole time but sasori considers the evening a success
tori several days later: can you BELIEVE she doesn't want to talk to me anymore? she tried to get minato to ban me from the chunin break room
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doingdathockey · 10 months
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Dubas' participation in this event said a lot about his leadership style. As he is also handling general manager duties on an interim basis through July, Dubas could have left this portion to the amateur scouting crew. Instead, he made time to travel from Toronto to Buffalo to be involved in a couple long days of draft prep in the midst of a chaotic time for not only Dubas, but also his family - wife Shannon, son Leo, and daughter Lennon.
"I think number one, it was important for me to be here with the staff, because I haven't worked with them the whole year," Dubas said. "So be here in support of them, get to meet people who I don't have as long a track record with.
"But, more importantly, just to get to see the process that the team goes through and learn the way that they go about it, so that I can try to be helpful and help the process as we go through the next few weeks before the draft in Nashville."
And it wasn't just that Dubas was there - it was that he was completely engaged. On Dubas' first day in Buffalo earlier this week, he got to Pittsburgh's suite bright and early before the rest of the crew arrived. Once they did, Dubas greeted everyone warmly, and made it clear right away that he was deferring to them in this process, and that it shouldn't be the other way around.
Dubas was focused and observant during every session, with each player getting his full attention, as he really only looked away to make notes. He was true to his word about not wanting to interrupt the flow, only asking follow-ups here and there. For example, when a forward mentioned that he had driven his line last season, Dubas said, "what exactly does driving a line mean to you?" And when another said he liked listening to podcasts, Dubas wanted to know which ones.
Dubas did have one specific question he asked at the end, which was some variation of: "if I was going to watch one game of you at your absolute best from this year, what game would you tell me to watch?" Some kids answered without much hesitation, but there was one prospect in particular who thought long and hard. And instead of pressuring him for a response, Dubas offered him the chance to think about it more, saying he could text him with his reply by the end of the day, with the two exchanging numbers.
It was clear that Dubas relishes this particular area of the draft process, saying, "I really enjoy this part of it. Enjoy getting to know the players and who they are, in case you draft the players, so you know the type of people that are coming into the organization. And also, I know it's only been a few days, but start to identify the types of people that we want to bring in that are going to become great Pittsburgh Penguins."
And speaking of great Pittsburgh Penguins, Sidney Crosby was drafted by the organization all the way back in 2005, the year most of these kids were born. Having grown up watching him, they all possess so much admiration and respect for the captain, which definitely came across.
"I know there's no perfect people, but he's as close to perfect as it gets," one prospect said before wanting to know more about what sets Crosby apart from everyone else, as the Penguins gave the kids a chance to ask questions of their own at the end.
Dubas truly lived up to his stellar reputation as a leader who fosters collaborative relationships with everyone around him during his stop in Buffalo, leaving a great impression on the Penguins scouting staff, who appreciated having him around and getting the chance to have some good conversations.
"I think I speak for everybody that's here with the Penguins that we've enjoyed one, getting to know him, and two, learning from him," Pryor said. "Obviously extremely intelligent, and we can learn a lot from him. He's been really open asking us questions. We've been able to ask him questions as well and kind of pick his brain. So, anytime you get a chance to spend with him and get to know him and understand him and his path - he's been extremely successful and he's really intelligent, so it's always good to be able to pick his brain."
people gushing about dubas and sid… excellent
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magicfootballstuff · 1 year
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London Derby (leah williamson x reader)
Summary: Your relationship with Leah is going smoothly until the day when you have to watch her play against the team you’ve supported since childhood finally arrives
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There’s a photograph that takes pride of place on the mantelpiece at your parents’ house of you, aged six at the time, standing beside your brother, both of you wearing identical claret football shirts with pale blue sleeves. You’ve been a West Ham fan your entire life, you probably came out of the womb already cheering for the Hammers, so engrained is your love for your team. You watched the men’s team growing up, then, more recently, you started to follow the women too.
It was a surprise to nobody more than yourself when you fell in love with somebody who is as much of an Arsenal fan as you are a West Ham fan. And not just an Arsenal fan, an Arsenal player. Maybe even a future Arsenal captain.
But you love Leah, and loving her means wanting to see her succeed. Wanting Arsenal to succeed.
So you reluctantly took the Arsenal Women’s team as your second team. You share a playful rivalry with Leah over your opposing London clubs, while cheering her on diligently from the sidelines or through the television screen whenever she plays.
Whenever she plays a team other than West Ham.
“I’ll cheer for you against every team but one,” you promised her, when she presented you with your first ever Arsenal jersey, red and white with “Williamson” printed on the back.
“West Ham?” she asked, although she already knew the answer.
“I love you, but I don’t think I could bring myself to root for another team when my Hammers are on the same pitch.”
You thought it would be easy to compartmentalise. You’d cheer for West Ham, while obviously being delighted for Leah if Arsenal won on the day.
But when the day of the match comes, you feel more conflict than you could have possibly expected. Your desire to see your beloved West Ham triumph today conflicts with the longer term wish to see your girlfriend lift the WSL trophy at the end of the season - in the grand scheme of things, a loss today won’t affect West Ham’s overall season much at all, while every point counts for Arsenal, who lead the league by the narrowest of margins with Chelsea not far behind.
You sit with the West Ham fans, your brother beside you in his jersey that matches yours, just like that photo from twenty years ago, but the cheers and applause you give as the players walk out onto the pitch in two neat lines are in equal parts for Leah as they are for the West Ham girls.
She doesn’t look for you in the crowd, she never does, but especially not today, instead staring straight ahead with her resolute game face, unsmiling as the teams shake hands then disperse to their respective ends of the pitch in preparation for the start of the game.
Your nerves calm as the whistle blows and the players kick off, both teams using the opening minutes to settle into the game. Arsenal controls much of the possession, with Leah a solid figure in central defence, while West Ham make the most of the opportunities they get to press and counter.
You can do this, you think, as you relax. It’s a win-win situation. Either your team wins, or your girlfriend does. It’s easy.
That is, until about twenty minutes into the game. When Mackenzie Arnold tips a long range shot from Beth over the crossbar, Katie steps up to take the resulting corner and Arsenal crowd almost all their other players into the box. Leah, as tall as she is, moves up the pitch to join in, hustling in amongst the opposition defence.
Katie raises her left hand, then fires the ball into the box. It finds an Arsenal head, exactly which one you aren’t sure, then the goalie’s glove, then there’s a mad scramble as Arsenal players try to nudge the ball into the back of the net while their West Ham counterparts defend with their lives.
Time seems to stand still, your heart in your mouth, as the ball somehow finds its way to Leah’s feet, and with the goalkeeper still on the floor from the last save, Leah virtually has an open net at the near post, but a last ditch attempt at defending from a West Ham player is enough to put Leah off and she pokes the ball just wide with the tip of her boot.
As a central defender, Leah doesn’t score many goals and that was as clear a chance as she could ever have asked for.
The players run back to their positions, and you can see from the stands how frustrated your girlfriend is with herself. Kim puts a hand on Leah’s shoulder and says something to her as they reset for the goal kick, but you can tell Leah’s still not happy. The game has been a tight one - if Arsenal don’t get a win in the end, if the game, or even the title race, comes down to that one moment, Leah won’t be able to forgive herself.
You had joked with Leah before the game, perhaps knowing that goalscoring opportunities for your girlfriend would be unlikely, telling her that the only way you would accept an Arsenal win today would be if she scored the only goal.
Now, you realise that was stupid, that Leah’s happiness is always going to be more important than your own. You don’t care who scores, as long as Arsenal get the three points.
The rest of the first half is pretty even again, no clear cut chances for either side, and though you allow yourself to get swept up in a few chants with the other West Ham fans that surround you, you’re not disappointed by the large zero next to your club’s crest on the electronic scoreboard as the whistle blows and the teams go in for half time.
Arsenal come out stronger in the second half. You make a mental note to ask Leah later what was said in the dressing room, especially when a clever ball through to Stina from Viv exposes West Ham’s defence a couple of minutes after play resumes and the Swedish forward only just misses the target with her shot.
They continue pretty relentlessly, staying on the attack, desperate for the goal that even you, decked out in full claret attire, have to admit that Arsenal deserve. West Ham are tiring, certainly not helped when Jonas turns to his bench for fresh legs to reinforce his side. You cheer as the substitutes are made, earning a disappointed tut and an eye roll from your brother beside you, not because you’re cheering for the new players that enter the pitch, but because when Kim leaves the field she passes the captain’s armband to Leah.
You might imagine it, but you swear Leah carries herself slightly differently when she wears the armband. You’ve noticed it for England too, like the weight of the captaincy doesn’t burden her, but instead makes her stand stronger, lift her head up.
It’s very sexy.
The only thing better than seeing your girl as a captain is the pass she picks out a couple of minutes later when the ball finds itself at her feet, a beautiful long ball that soars diagonally across the pitch and finds Viv, who controls it down, flicks it past the last defender, then slots it into the bottom corner beyond the keeper’s outstretched glove.
You barely restrain yourself from cheering, aware of the disappointed West Ham fans that surround you, but you applaud the effort, your heart swelling with pride as you know that it was Leah’s vision to pick out that pass that has more than made up for the missed chance earlier in the game, earning herself an assist and Arsenal the lead.
Arsenal puts the game to rest in stoppage time, doubling their lead with an effortless tap-in from Caitlin just moments before the referee’s final whistle, two goals sealing the three points they need to stay top of the league.
Leah finally relaxes now that the game is over and she’s secured the win. She’s always so stoic and focused during a game, but she celebrates with her teammates with a smile on her face that has your heart fluttering in your chest, even from where you watch her in the crowd.
“Go on,” says your brother, elbowing you in the ribs to nudge you out of your trance as you watch Leah shake hands with the opposition on her way to the ring of Arsenal girls that starts to form around the coaches. “I’ll wait for you in the car. Go and congratulate your girl.”
When the team huddle is over, the Arsenal players disperse and start to make their way around the perimeter of the pitch, thanking fans for their support. You hang back from the edge of the pitch, letting the younger fans who crowd the advertising boards have their turn as the players sign shirts and pose for photographs.
Katie is the first one to notice you, clapping to the fans as she does a lap with Beth, and she does a double take when she recognises you.
“What’s that your wearing?” she calls out, as Beth pauses to take selfies with a few young girls in Arsenal shirts.
You glance down at your West Ham shirt before grinning back at Katie.
“I’m not sorry!” you shout back, feeling more brazen about your choice of outfit than you would have done had Arsenal not just won all three points. “West Ham’s in my blood.”
“I’m not having that,” Katie responds, grinning and shaking her head. “I’m telling her to dump ya!”
Your laugh is only brief, because you spot Leah making her way around the edge of the pitch not too far behind Katie.
Truth be told, you’re more than happy to stand back as Leah interacts with the fans. She’s in her element and you love watching her, the simple act of greeting the fans highlighting so many of the things that you love about Leah - how considerate and humble she is, how she tries to be a good rolemodel to young girls. And, even though you won’t admit this one out loud, how obviously proud she is to represent the Arsenal badge.
You see the exact moment that she spots you. Her eyes are on you for just a split second but her whole demeanour changes, probably unnoticeable to anybody who doesn’t know her as well as you, a smirk playing with the corners of her mouth as she turns around to pose for a selfie with another group of fans.
You wait your turn, watching as Leah thanks a group of teenagers for coming to the game and signs an England shirt for one of them. While the girls are giddy to have met their idol, you simply smile as Leah finally turns her attention to you.
Like Katie, her gaze drops to your West Ham top and scarf, but all she says is, “Hi.”
“Hey, you,” you grin at her. “You got time for a picture with a fan?”
“Wearing that?” Leah scoffs. “Not a chance.”
She keeps a straight face for just a couple of seconds, before she breaks into a soft smile that only you can induce from her and plucks your phone from your hand.
You snake an arm around her back across the advertising board that stands between you, your fingers giving her waist a tiny squeeze, then press your body into her side as she snaps the selfie.
“You played well,” you tell her, as she returns your phone and you slide it back into your pocket. “I’m proud of you. That assist was something else.”
She smiles shyly, and you know she’s far too humble to acknowledge that her pass to set up Viv’s goal was what changed the game for Arsenal.
Which is why you decide to tease her about the missed shot in the first half.
“Although that chance you had from the corner…”
“Don’t,” Leah groans, closing her eyes and you force her to recall a moment you know she will want to cleanse from her memory.
“Babe, it was so kind of you to keep my team in the game by missing a chance like that but I’d still have been happy if you scored.”
“You’re not gonna let me live that down, are you?” Leah asks, arching an eyebrow at you.”
“Not at all,” you grin.
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She gets you back that evening. As you both get ready for bed, you step out of the bathroom to find her sitting on the edge of the bed with her phone in her hand, a smug grin on her face.
“What have you done?”
“Nothing,” Leah replies. “You look nice.”
You’re wearing a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms and one of her Arsenal hoodies. You’re not falling for her attempt at distraction.
“What have you done?” you repeat.
“Nothing. Well, nothing bad.”
Your own phone, lying on top of the covers on your side of the bed, buzzes and the screen lights up, revealing a string of new notifications, most of them from Instagram. You open the app, surprised to see that you seem to have gained a few hundred new followers in the ten minutes you were in the bathroom. You quickly find the reason though, when you recognise the first photo in your feed as the selfie that Leah took with you after her match today.
You roll your eyes as you read the caption under the picture.
Big 3 points on the road 🔴⚪️ Always grateful for the fans, even if some of them support the wrong team ❤️
She’s tagged you in it, no doubt the reason for the influx of new followers, but it’s the comments that catch your eye, fans speculating about the nature of Leah’s relationship with you.
You’ve never hidden your relationship with Leah, nor have either of you ever broadcasted it. The people who matter know and it’s not Leah’s style to blast her social media full of relationship PDA. But that’s why this gesture means so much - it’s probably as close as Leah will get to publicly confirming that she’s in a relationship and the fact that she’s picked this photo, one where you’re proudly wearing the colours of a team that aren’t Arsenal, touches your heart. In posting this photo, Leah’s message to her followers is that you are somebody important to her. Her message to you is that she loves you for exactly who you are, even if who you are is a West Ham fan.
“You know, there’s a transfer window coming up,” you tease. “I think you’d look good in claret…”
Leah knocks your phone out of your hand and climbs on top of you, pinning you to the mattress as she nuzzles her face into your neck.
“Not a chance, babe.”
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futbol16 · 1 year
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As your Captain ・ Barcelona Femení
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This one is for these two requests although I have slightly changed it, I might have forgotten what the original request was, but I hope you enjoy!
Requests: "Can we have some angst/hurt with Barcelona girls or lionesses?"
"Hopping in on the request because you are the best 🤩🤩🤩🤩 Would you write one where the girls wrongfully got the message that Y/N would move to Lyon or worse Real Madrid and the team gives her the cold shoulder and very angry training sessions, Y/N notices after a few days and every attempt of dialogue fails. Having enough Y/N lets all her frustration out when no one expected it, lots of tears and anger and most importantly disappointment. She disappears for hours and it's freezing cold and the girls in the meantime found it was a lie to jeopardize the time. They’re all frantically searching for her and trying to call, she comes to training the next morning, none of the girls sleeps, soaked in rain and not able to talk to her cold temperature and shivering.  She catches a intense flu and the team has absolutely never felt worse"
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The final whistle of the match is blown and you excitedly run towards Mapi before jumping on her back and the two of you join the rest of the team celebrating.
Your team had won 5-0 to Real Madrid with you assisting a goal and scoring one of your own as well.
As you glance over to the other side of the field you take in the way Misa lazily picks up her goalie gloves she had previously thrown to the ground. A frown takes over your features when you see her try to wipe her tears away, tears that obviously weren’t anywhere near stopping.
You were always one to respect your opponents especially if they were on the same national team as you, you had seen the way Misa desperately tried to get her team together in the match. She was captain and truthfully she was the only one actually playing for Real Madrid today.
You don’t wait long as you make your way towards her and gently pull the taller girl into your arms, whispering praises into her ear as you try to comfort her.
Misa was your friend on the Spanish team and you knew she’d be more disappointed in her own performance than anyone else’s.
She holds onto you as well, burying her face into your shoulder, occasionally nodding at your words and she thanks you when you tell her you need to get back to your team.
Your actions didn’t go unnoticed by the Barca girls, or the cameras and fans at that and they all watched, confused. 
No one thinks about it for too long though as you and the girls get back to the locker room and celebrate the wonderful win.
A few days after the match you notice the sudden change in air from your teammates.
You feel their eyes on you, watching your every step, yet when you’d turn around they would already be busy with something.
They also haven’t said much, at least not to you which was very unusual as usually you and most of the younger girls would be joking around, loudly laughing at each other whenever you got the chance.
Not now though.
Training has been a bit different, your training partner, Patri had switched with someone else and now you had Marta.
It’s not that you didn’t like the girl, you really did, but you were used to training with Patri and her switching up without a word left you hurt and confused.
You knew the defenders on your team could be aggressive, but what you were experiencing right now was far from how teammates would challenge each other.
Their main target seemed to be you and you only. Tackles were sent your way left and right at every drill and you were sure that someone also tripped you up on purpose when you were walking to the back of the line.
It hurt. You didn’t know why they had been avoiding you and why so suddenly. You had thought over everything you had done in the past week that could have made 22 people have it out for you, but nothing came to mind.
Team chemistry was off. It was obvious to you, to your teammates and most importantly to the coach and staff members.
Jonatan had also taken notice of how you seemed to always end up on the ground in drills that on any other day you could have done in your sleep.
It isn’t until you’re clutching your ankle, laying on the turf as you try to breathe through the pain, that he actually intervenes.
As a medic makes his way over to you, Jonatan calls your name from not too far at the sidelines.
“Y/L/N, I want you in my office after practice!”
Your ankle had been fine after checking it out but you did have a small limp as you walked into the coach’s office, ready to talk with him.
As you take a seat in front of Jonatan, he doesn’t waste time as he gets right into it.
“Y/N I’ve noticed how the team isn’t connecting and I know you have too. As captain, and especially now since Alexia isn’t here, I need you to figure out what happened.
Whatever it is, you need to fix it, talk to them. We can’t go into a match like this.” you nod at his words and as you get excused, you immediately walk to the changing room where you knew the rest of the girls would be.
For the first time in a week they acknowledge your presence as you walk in and instantly take notice of the hard look on your face.
You looked mad, something that scared them since you rarely showed this side of you to them. The girls in the room freeze in their movements as they look up at you, silence overtaking the room and they watch as you slightly limp towards your bag.
Shoving your shin guards into it you also turn towards them. Your voice is cold and eerily emotionless as you start to speak.
“I have no idea what happened or if I’ve done something but it’s clearly affecting our performance as a team and I won’t have that. I’m telling you this as your captain, if you don’t get yourselves together and communicate what you’re feeling then I’ll gladly sit you out on our next game.
As captain it is my job to take care of the players but I can not do that if you guys ignore my existence. This is unacceptable and I don’t think I deserve this!”
The last part is spoken harshly and some of the girls visibly shiver at your tone.
Looking around the changing room most of your teammates’ heads are lowered, a guilty look on their faces, but Mapi, Patri and Mariona glare at you, a look you can only give back to them.
You leave the room at the silence you receive and make your way to one of the other offices.
Back in the changing-room Irene takes the team's silence as her chance to speak up, she had been one of the few who hadn’t totally ignored your presence after the ElClásico.
The barca team finds themselves in Jonatan’s office less than fifteen minutes after you’ve left and Jonatan looks at them panicked as he’s bombarded with questions.
“What? Repeat that question?” he asks as utter confusion and surprise is written all over his face.
“Has Y/N already signed with Real Madrid?” Aitana questions again, this time saying it slower, but the coach only stares at the group of football players standing in front of him.
They shuffle uncomfortably under the man’s gaze before he talks.
“Now where the hell did you hear that from?” it’s now the team’s turn to stare at him now as they take in what he’s saying.
“So wait, Y/N isn’t transferring to Real?” Patri is the one who voices her thoughts first.
“No, no of course not!” Jonatan laughs at the idea of you ever wearing the Real Madrid badge over your heart, you had made your distaste towards the club clear to him.
“But everyone keeps talking about it!” 
“Who’s everyone? Girls, don’t tell me you got this information from the internet, you didn’t believe another rumor now, did you?” the coach looks at them expectantly before sighing at their guilty faces and he rubs at his face for a second.
“It was only because of the whole Lyon thing from last time, people kept saying she’d transfer to them and well, yeah, we believed another rumor.” Pina admits, her voice growing quieter by the end.
“But we also discussed last time that it was only because she signed the contract extension with Barca late, right?” they nod at his words.
“Look, I understand that you misunderstood the situation and I now also know why you guys haven’t been doing too well in training, but this is very immature of you all.
No one is transferring anywhere unless your captain or I say so. And the way you’ve handled this is disappointing, Y/N is your teammate, she’s family and family shouldn't be treated like this.”
As he lectures the girls, they all nod along, admitting they’ve been wrong and that they’d like to fix it.
“Y/N is in another meeting right now, but I suggest you talk with her first thing tomorrow at training.”
When the team walks into the training center the next day they take notice of your bag already sitting in your cubby, or rather still sitting there.
Training soon starts and as they try to get a look at you they see the dark circles under your eyes and your somewhat puffy cheeks. You looked exhausted and you were barely halfway through training. 
A sloppy move from Lucy results in you sitting on the turf as you try to catch your breath and she is instantly standing in front of you, helping you up and apologizing.
You dismiss her and start towards the beginning of the drill when you stumble slightly. The brunette is there to catch you when your body decides to give up and you pass out.
The team runs over worriedly as the medics make space to get you off the field. They watch as you’re carried into the medical room before having to resume practice.
Thirty minutes later they’re all crowded in the unusually spacious medical room and Claudia takes a hold of your hand when she sees the state you’re in.
You have cooling rags placed all over your body and you look exhausted as you breathe slowly. The medic fills them in on the diagnosis, telling them that you’ve got a fever and have also overworked your body.
When some of the girls look at her weird she goes into detail.
“Y/N stays the night at the facility sometimes to get in extra training or work on something. Security has gotten used to her being here at this point and let her have the pitch to herself for the night.
Unfortunately Y/N over here has forgotten that temperatures have dropped during the night and she’s caught a cold now.” she tells them with an amused chuckle and the team looks at you sadly.
Mapi walks over, gently running her finger through your hair and she smiles when you lean into her touch slightly.
A sneeze breaks the team out of their trance and you reach for a tissue as you blow out your nose.
The room is immediately in chaos as everyone tries to apologize for their behavior and you smile up at them gently when both Pina and Mapi explain the situation.
As they calm down a bit they make a show of apologizing to you one by one before promising that they wouldn’t believe another rumor unless you’d tell them yourself.
You’re taken care of by your teammates for the next week until you get better and they shower you in love and small acts of kindness, still feeling incredibly bad for how they’ve treated you.
You soak up the love you’ve missed out on, but you still couldn’t have asked to be part of a better family.
Barcelona was your home and you wouldn’t trade it for any other team.
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The Game
Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader
Part Seven
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Erik being the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.
Warnings: SMUT
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At the next practice, she was more than ready to say what she had to say. All of her teammates heard about the talking Coach Ruby gave her, and they also knew about the meeting that she would be holding as co-captain. 
“Alright girls, huddle around!” The coach responded. The girls moved from their formations and sat in front of the mirror. “It has come to my attention that a couple of girls on the team are displeased with the drama going around the team. Rightfully so, you should have a moment to talk to your captain and co-captain about these issues so we can be united as a group. So, here is your co-captain to hear and talk to you guys about these concerns.
She walked to the front of the room as some girl’s posture changed in regards to being able to have a talk with her. 
“So, the coach has come to me with these concerns that the team is having and as co-captain, I promised that I will take each and every opinion and fact that you guys have to say about this situation.” she started as she looked around the room. “It’s no secret that Erik Stevens and I have started to date. And knowing the history and the past that was caused because of him, I would like to know what these concerns are face to face so we can have a team talk instead of talking among each other about me and my decisions.”
It was silent before Mirah raised her hand. “What’s up?”
“So, with all that you know what he did to not only me but Aliyah and some other girls, why would you think it would be appropriate as co-captain to date him?” she asked tilting her head. Obviously, she was trying to be smart, but (Y/N) was Einstein. 
“Thanks, Mirah. So, before we started dating, I told him that I didn’t want to date because of the drama. We chose to be friends until he spoke his truth and with my judgment, I declared he was telling the truth. The both of us had some conversations about not only the drama but the past relationships that were formed on this team. He stated that the ONLY relationship other than me was with Aliyah.” she responded confidently as Mirah scoffed and the girls laughed.
“Yeah, and he’s lying.”
“Can you prove it?” (Y/N) asked. 
“What?”
“Can you prove it? DM’s, messages, pictures, whatever proof you have. Can I see it? Because I promise you I can go tic for tac with you.” she said pulling out her phone. 
“Why would I keep old photos and messages of a nigga I used to mess with?” she snapped. 
“Language! Let’s keep it respectful, we are teammates remember?” Coach Ruby reminded her. 
“Oh no, I believe that you don’t have the messages. Like I said I can go tic for tac with you because he let me have access to his Instagram DM’s,” she said pulling up her Instagram. A couple of the girl’s faces dropped as some of them ooohed. 
“Yeah he’s not stupid enough to do that,” she said rolling her eyes as she shrugged. 
“Bet.” she pulled up the DM’s between Erik and her. 
“I think it’s really fucked up how you kissed me last weekend but have been ignoring my messages, especially after Aliyah and I fought. I’ve had feelings for you since last semester-”
“Okay, you know what-” she stood up looking at Coach Ruby. “Are you believing this right now?” she asked as Coach Ruby sighed. 
“I do. She showed me the DM’s... including the ones from two girls on the team who are in this room right now, who shall not be named.” Mirah looked back at her. 
“Real fucking classy co-captain. So much for being a team, reading personal DM’s between-”
“I’m gonna stop you there. You were not worried about being classy when you were taking pictures of us at a party minding our business. Not only that, you guys lied about this poor man and I have the proof that Y'all are lying.” (Y/N) said stuffing her phone in her back pocket. 
“Mirah.. you lied about dating Erik?“ one of the girls said laughing. “Girl, that’s weird.” 
“For real. Why are you so pressed on what (Y/N) is doing?” another teammate said.
“Because it’s trifling! We voted for you as co-captain because we thought you were responsible! And now here you go getting fooled up with him. Ever since you guys started dating you’ve been slacking as co-captain and I’m sick of it!” she snapped. (Y/N) looked at Coach Ruby then back to her. 
“So give me an estimate on when I started acting horribly as a co-captain,” she said crossing her shoulders. 
“For about a month! Around the same time y’all started talking!” she snapped. “Our routines have been offbeat, everyone instead of worrying about our competitions, they are sitting around gossiping about you!” (Y/N) looked again at Coach Ruby with an ‘I told you’ so look on her face. Coach Ruby sighed and then said, 
“That’s not true. Mirah sit down.” 
“No! You guys are sitting up here letting our team go to complete hell for what!? I’ll say it because everyone is afraid to say it. Ever since you and Erik have been fucking with each other, for the past month our team chemistry has been horrible and it’s your fault!” she snapped. 
“So I guess my theory was the right coach.” (Y/N) chuckled. 
“I’m afraid it was.” 
“What are you guys even talking about?” One of the girls spoke up. 
“How many other people think that for the past month since I and Erik have been dating that team chemistry has been down?” Five girls out of the rest of them raised their hands. Of course, they were friends of Mirah. Kia and Brandy started to laugh knowing what was about to come up.
“Kay, why do you think that?” she said picking one of the random girls with her hands up.
“I feel like since you got with Erik, our team has not been a priority for you in the past month.“
“And let me get this straight because I don’t want to miss interpret what you’re saying. So in August, September, and mid-October I’ve been focused and doing right by the team. Then Erik came along around mid-October and everything has been a, excuse my language, a shit show.” (Y/N) said as the collective of girls nodded.”And because Erik and I have started dating since last month, from then and now our team has been going down, because I am letting him influence me.” she clearly said. 
“Exactly! Thank you. At the beginning of the semester, we started off strong. Our dancing was great, we were damn near perfect.” Mirah exclaimed, which only made her chuckle. “I don’t see what’s funny since you are putting our team in jeopardy, (Y/N).” she snapped at her. 
“No, it’s funny because Erik and I have been talking since Mid august and made it official in September. We only made it public a week ago so I’m gonna assume you caught wind from a specific ex-member that I’ve been messing with her ex for the last month.” 
“Oh my god, why the fuck are you lying! You know damn fucking well y’all weren’t messing with each other. You’re only saying that to deflect what you’ve been doing to our team!” she yelled at her. 
“No, no. She’s telling the truth. They’ve slept at each other house, went on cute little dates and everything,” Brandy said matter-of-factly. “The two of them even came together for some of our movie nights” she finished.
“And unlike you, I have pictures and messages going back all the way to the night I had my first conversation with him and from then on. You felt upset and you ran to Coach because you thought she was going to get on me for dating him,” she replied as the team got quiet. 
“Yeah because I was worried about the team! He’s caused so much drama, which has affected our team negatively!”
“Okay Mirah but if you cared so much about our team and what he was doing to it, why were you in his DM’s complaining about him ignoring you?” she asked her. Everyone looked at her for an answer but she didn’t have one. 
“This what it seems to me. If this statement is true about our team slacking, it’s not because of you’re co-captain is messing with this boy, but because y’all are pressed on what they are doing to even focus on your own stuff.” Coach Ruby said defending her. “She has proven that she’s been doing great with balancing both the team and him because y’all didn’t even know they were dating within that time our team has been so-called perfect.” Coach Ruby shrugged. 
“Really what the problem is that y’all are lying, and keeping rumors up after finding out about this relationship.”
“Coach Ruby no one is worried about their little relationship. Trust and believe that. I only had my team in mind.” she snapped.
“Mirah.. just sit down. Stop embarrassing yourself. We will forget this happened.” The other teammate laughed. Knowing damn well they were going to talk about it for days. 
“No fuck y’all.” she stormed out of the hall before Coach Ruby came up. 
“Now, does anyone else feel like they have an issue with their co-captain dating Stevens.” no one raised their hand. “Alright, his name will not be discussed from here on out in this room. Y’all are dismissed.”
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Erik was now home from the gym, waiting on a call back from (Y/N). He was proud of her for finally standing up for herself against everyone and not being afraid of the outcome. He noticed that ever since she got with him, she’s been more confident in standing up for herself.
Even Omariana noticed the change, and she was here for it. She considered (Y/N) her little sister. Whenever someone had an issue with (Y/N) or said anything disrespectful towards her, Omariana would be right there to check on anyone. She was happy that (Y/N) was finally finding her voice.  
As Erik was unpacking his gym bag, he heard a knock at his front door. No one that he knew texted him to tell him that he was on his way. He got up going to the peephole at the door to see (Y/N) standing there with two take-out plates, her book bag, a duffel bag, and a drink carrier with two milkshakes. 
“I know you see me, open up the door! I got a lot of shit in my hand!” she exclaimed. He immediately unlocked the door helping her by grabbing her duffel bag and the milkshakes as she let out a sigh of relief. 
“I ain’t know you were coming over here,” he said kissing her on the shoulder and placing her duffel bag right next to his gym bag. 
“Yeah, it was a last-minute decision. I stopped and grabbed us some wings for dinner and a milkshake at the food truck on campus,” she said taking off her Crocs. She walked to his counter placed all the other stuff and turned to look at him. He walked over and placed the items he grabbed off of her and placed them on the counter. 
“You don’t mind me coming right? I wasn’t sure if you were busy or not this weekend and I really need some alone time to study for my midterms and-” he stopped her rambling by reaching behind her and grabbing her ass, and grabbing a little bit of her pussy from the back. 
“You know I don’t care about you coming over here. When was the last time I had a taste of you?” he whispered in her as she bit her lip. 
“It’s been bout a week or two.” she moaned as he let her go, not before slapping her ass. 
“Yeah, I hope yo ass know what’s up,” he said taking off his tank top. His muscles were a lot more toned, her figuring that it was probably because he just got back from the gym. Which means his libido is through the roof. His hands traced the outside of her tights as she leaned against the counter. 
“And if I don’t?”
“You gonna figure it out real quick. Matter of fact-” he picked her up and placed her on the counter, catching her off guard as she squealed. 
“Wait, Erik, I need to take a shower. I just came from practice,” she said pushing his head away as he moved it. 
“Oh, would you look at that? I just came back from the gym and need a shower too,” he said picking her up. 
“Aht aht. I wanna eat my food before it gets cold nigga, damn.” she laughed as he placed her back on the floor kissing his teeth. 
“Don’t act like you don’t want my face between your legs,” he said walking passed her and grabbing both their bags as she grabbed her food and milkshake. 
“I wanna eat first. And take a shower,” she said grabbing a fry and eating it. 
“That’s fine. Just wait. I got something for your ass.” he said walking past the kitchen and into his room. It’s been damn near two weeks since they last touched each other. She wasn’t gonna lie and say that she didn’t want him. She needed him. With their busy schedules, it was almost impossible. With exams coming up, and the lack of competitions, practices, and events, she had a break this weekend. 
He eventually came out and started eating his dinner but she was done with hers. “Okay, I’ma jump in the shower now,” she said throwing her stuff in the trash. “Where did you put my bag, my soap and stuff are in there.” she said as he turned to look at her. Swallowing what he had in his mouth he said, 
“Yeah, I bought the same stuff you bring over here,” he said taking a drink from his milkshake. She looked at him shocked and said, 
“When?” 
“Like a week ago, I found it all on Amazon and just ordered it so you don’t have to bring that stuff from home,” he said taking another bite from his shoulder. 
“Oh,” she said looking him in his eyes. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” she didn’t know what to say, but she knew what she wanted to do. She was going to completely fuck the shit outta him. 
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After Erik finished up his food, he decided to join her in the shower. He took off his clothes placing them in the dirty hamper, and also placing her clothes that he saw on the bathroom floor in there. Might as well wash them so she could have some clothes over here, he thought. 
He slid the shower door open as she turned around rinsing the soap off her body. “That was quick,” she said moving over so he could get some water. He lathered up with his rag and soap and started to move across his body as she leaned against the shower. 
“Yeah.. because there were some things I wanted to do before you got out,” he said placing the rag and bottle of soap on the shower rack. 
“What’s that?”
 He leaned into her, placing kisses a long her shoulder and neck, whispering in her ear. “Playing with this pussy for starters.” his hands slipped between her thighs as she slowly spread her legs for him to have more room. “Such a good slut, opening up your legs for daddy.” he whispered biting her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders looking him straight in the eyes. 
“I’m your slut.” she said as he smirked at her. He back away letting the water run down his dreads. She took a look at him, drinking him all in. The water running down his chest, to his abs, to his dick with water droplets falling off it. All she wanted to really do was just suck the water off then have it down her throat. 
So she grabbed his dick with one hand and his arm with the other pulling him closer to her as he tilted his head. She went into a squat position as his eyes followed her every movement. She stuck her tongue out, licking along his dick, letting the water hit her tongue as well before placing his who tip in her mouth slowly sucking it. 
“Fuck.. I love when you tease this dick baby.” he whispered as she moaned against it, making him throw his head back. “My dick belong all in the back of that nasty ass throat don’t it?” he asked her as she slowly took every inch of him. 
She moaned in agreement as he bought his bottom lip between his teeth. He grabbed her chin as she placed her mouth open for him to slowly fuck her throat. She gagged as spit covered his dick but he didn’t stop, it wasn’t like she wanted him to either. 
“That’s it...” he moaned out. “Nasty fucking bitch.” he went faster as she looked him in the eyes, as he looked back down at her. Her fingers played with her nipples, the sight alone making him harder if it was possible. 
She took matters into her own hands as she wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, sliding it up and down as he fucked her throat faster. 
He grabbed her throat bringing her up to her feet before giving her a tongue filled wet kiss. His hands trailed up her stomach to her breast, pinching her nipples as she gasped. 
“Go to the bed. Ima be with you in a minute.” Was all he said before she gave him one last look. She stepped out grabbing a towel and walking to his room. The cool air hit her wet skin as she dried off in his room, hearing the shower still going. Quickly, she dried herself then moisturized and oiled herself down. She heard the shower turn off and the shower door open. 
She got into the middle of his unmade bed, getting in a face down ass up position. She heard him come in, not being able to see him since she was facing the opposite way. “Yeah... I like that.” he said walking behind her. He softly traced his finger tips along her spread lips, slightly applying preasure when he came across her clit. “I barely touched you and your leaking on my fingers.” he said licking the wetness up. 
“Daddy can you please touch me?” she whimpered. The throbbing of her pussy was killing her, Erik on the other hand was enjoying it.
“I think seeing you like this is my new favorite thing. Look at that pussy begging to be touched.” he said grabbing one ass cheek, spreading it a little to see her pussy drip. “I can see it throbbing.” he chuckled before grabbing a fist full of her hair. “Beg me to touch you and I might just do it.” 
“Pretty please daddy. I miss cumming on your tongue and lips. You made my pussy feel so good and I want that again.” she pouted. He sat on his knees, pulling her to his face so looked up at him with her back facing his chest. With his other hand, he spread out her pussy lips rubbing circles around her clit. She moaned out, gripping the sheets as he went faster. 
“Ooh Erik...” she moaned as he bit her shoulder, then placed a kiss on it. 
“There you go.. give me that nut.” he whispered to her. “You so pretty. You know that? You look so fucking beautiful giving up this pussy like this.” he taunted her. 
“Damn, im cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” she repeated over and over as her climax lasted longer than expected. He kept rubbing the sensitive but at the same rate not stopping, even though both his sheets and hands was covered. “Okay daddy.. I get it.” she moaned as he stopped, smacking her ass. 
“What did I say? Didn’t I say I had something for your ass.” he stepped away as she fell onto her stomach into the bed. He stepped off the bed, pulling her ankles along with him. He then flipped her onto her back, yanking her till her bottom half was hanging off the bed, him having a grasp on her hips. She looked down and saw a towel barley hanging around his waist, and his dick pressed against her thigh. Without a second though, she grabbed it through the towel biting her lips. She saw his jaw clench as the grip on her thighs tighten. 
“Yeah you a hoe for the dick ain’t you.” he smirked at he stood up straight, his dick hitting her pussy a few times. 
“Mhmm.” she mumbled waiting for him to touch it as he slapped her clit. She winced at the pain, but soon after a moment of pleasure came. 
“Use your words mama.” he whispered. “I said you a hoe for this dick right?” he said rubbing his tip against her clip as she eagerly nodded. 
“Fuck, yes daddy.” she moaned out throwing her head back. 
“You know how I like eating this pussy. Get in position.” he said stepping back. She pulled her ankles to the side of her head, as he stared directly into her eyes. She sat there with her legs in a V shape, his eyes slowly trailing down her body, his eyes halting when he seen her pussy. Clit swollen, pussy lips spread, wetness spread all over. 
“Such a pretty pussy.” he said tracing the tip of his fingers on her lips. He saw her pussy clench, more wetness forming as he chuckled. 
“I’m barely touching and your pussy is getting wetter. She must want daddy to eat her.” he said kneeling down as she nodded with a bite of her lip. 
“She does daddy. She misses you.” He smirked licking her one time as she gasped at the sensation. He placed a kiss on her clit before sucking on it. She moaned at the new pressure, his tongue taking random licks to collect the wetness she was producing. 
“Erik..” she moaned as he looked up at her. Her legs were shaking as her eyes were closed towards the ceiling. He pulled away whispering a fuck to himself, as his fingers found their way to their entrance.He inserted his middle and ring finger curving upward in a come here motion before putting his lips back on her clit. 
“Eat my pussy just like that..” she whispered sitting up, her body bouncing with every movement Erik made. 
“Pussy gripping the fuck outta a nigga fingers.” he smirked pulling away from the clit but still fingering her.
“You gonna make me bust again daddy.” she mumbled, but he heard her. Her squirt went all over his hand and forearm, him catching what he could with his tongue licking her up. With his fingers still inside her pussy, he said, “Will you grip my dick with this pussy just like this?” he whispered tilting his head to the side. 
“If I do, I’m squirting again.” she said letting go of her legs. He stood up straight again before telling her, 
“Get back in the middle of the bed.” she crawled backwards onto the bed, still facing him as he followed her on to the bed. Getting between her legs, he pushed her knees to her chest as he rubbed his tip against her pussy. 
He let out a dragged out ,“Fuuuck”, as her pussy clenched around his inches as he pushed further.
“Oh my-” her voice broke off as his dick massaged her walls, slowly creeping up to her G-Spot. 
“Fuck, there you go. Just give up the pussy like this.” he whispered in her ear as she moaned. She moved her hand towards her clit, rubbing it in circles as her mouth shot open. He took the advantage to grab her throat, slightly choking her and kissing her in the mouth. Another sloppy kiss endured between the two, as his paced went a little faster. 
“Ooh ima nut..” she whispered, her juices splashing against the two of them as she moaned loudly. He continued fucking her till every single dropped came from her her entire body shook.
“Lemme get this shit from the back.” he said flipping her over. She got onto her knees, arching as best as she could. 
“This beautiful ass.” he whispered smacking her ass a few times, then spreading her cheeks, to see her pussy spread once again. “Beautiful pussy.” he whispered to himself as he put his face between her ass, licking up and down her ass to her pussy slowly. 
“Fuck daddy your so nasty..” she smiled, the nice sensation making her pussy wetter, another climax in need. 
“Let daddy clean up the mess you made. Taste so fucking good too.” he said pulling away and smacking her cheeks. He spat on her pussy, before licking it up, the action throwing her off guard but she knew she loved it. He got back on his knees, alighning himself up to her entrance. He slowly pushed himself onto her as she gripped the shit. 
“This pussy...” he sighed as she groaned.
“Big ass dick... you’re fucking stretching my pussy..” she whispered as he smacked her ass. 
“Work your ass on this dick. Show daddy how much of a nasty slut you can be bitch.” he said. She started to move her way on the dick as he sat there, letting her fuck him. She started to only fuck the tip as he threw his head back in pleasure. 
“C’mon... fuck that dick how you want it.”
That’s was all the motivation she needed. Within seconds she was throwing nothing but ass and pussy on him, the wet sounds turning them both on. 
“You like when I fuck this big dick daddy. My wet tight pussy on this big dick.” she moaned at him as he rolled his eyes shut. 
“Daddy loves this wet tight pussy. You know how to handle this big dick like a big girl.” he encouraged her. The talking mixed with her g-spot hitting the tip of his dick, she was squirting again. 
But she didn’t stop. She kept fucking him through her nut as he smacked her ass. “What the fuck? You just squirted all over my shit and you gonna keep fucking me?” he said smacking her ass as she gasped.
“I don’t want to stop fucking this dick.. Ooh I’m gonna squirt again.” This time it was a mixture of both squirt and cream as he looked down at their connection. Her ass was now covered in her squirt and her cream, as she just continued to fuck herself. 
“Such a desperate whore, no matter how many times you come on my dick you gonna make sure make daddy nut.” he said meeting her match. Her eyes shot open as her pace slowed down. “Aht aht, Don’t fucking stop now- GET YOUR ASS UP!” he snapped as her arch began to fall. 
“You were just fucking me with no regards to how many times you came, not let me fuck this pussy.” he said putting her back in position. He pushed his way into her as she gasped. 
“Oh my God, daddy cum please. My pussy!” 
“Fuuck I’m close.”
“I want your nut daddy..” she whispered as he threw his head back. 
“Fuuck don’t say that. Please don’t fucking say that.” he moaned going faster. 
“My pussy want that fat nut please.” she whimpered. 
“Oh shit I-”
“Cum in my pussy daddy.”
Right on cue, he painted her walls as he continued to fuck her. He pulled out roughly as she fell onto the bed. “That pussy looks so fucking...” he couldn’t phathom a sentence to say looking at his cum ooze out of her pretty little pussy. He jiggled ass before running to the bathroom and grabbing soap and water to clean her up. 
“I’ma need a nap.” she yawned crawling up the bed as he stopped her. 
“Damn I wore your ass out.” he laughed. He was still wide awake, “Lemme change the sheets out.” he said grabbing a pair of grey sweat shorts out of the drawers. He grabbed one of his black hoodies, placing it onto her before getting the bed prepared.
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It was now 7 o’clock and they were both deep into their nap. (Y/N)’s phone rang waking the two of them up. She grabbed her phone pulling it up to her ear, not looking at the caller ID. “Hello..” she yawned. 
“Well it’s nice to know you are alive. Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” she immediately knew it was her mother. She rolled her eyes not wanting to talk to her. 
“You already know why.”
“Just because I didn’t go to some foolish games to watch you shake your ass. No thank you. You knew I was against you on the damn team anyways, just embarrassing me in the church.” her mother snapped. 
“And you wonder why I don’t answer your phone calls.” she sat up, Erik looking at her get up out of the bed. She went into her duffel bag grabbing a pair of underwear and placing them on as Erik turned on his LED lights. 
“Don’t talk back to me. The hell is wrong with you. All I was going to ask is if you were coming home for Christmas break. CJ met a girl on this dating app, and I invited her for dinner.” she looked confused. A girl dating CJ was the last thing she was expecting. 
“Yeah.. I guess. I have to pick up some papers anyways.”
“And I want you to invite that boy you been messing around with.” her mother said, making her freeze. 
“I don’t think I can do that.” she said as her mom scoffed. 
“What? Y’all broke up? See I knew it wouldn’t last long-” 
“No we didn’t break up. We are together.” she rolled her eyes. Erik connected the two and figured that they were talking about him. He sat at the foot of the bed saying, 
“Who is that?”
“My mom.” she mouthed as he tilted his head in confusion. 
“So what can’t he come? You don’t want me to meet him or something?” she scratched her forehead before saying, 
“Have you thought that maybe he has a family of his own?” she said as Erik told her to put it on speaker. She placed the phone on speaker, 
“Well I just think it’s suspicious that you have a so called ‘boyfriend’ and I haven’t seen a picture of him. Seems to me like you're faking the-” 
“Actually hello ma’am. I’m right here.” Erik spoke up as she looked at him in shock. 
“Oh well ain’t this a surprise. And what is your name?”
“My name is Erik Stevens.” he said.
“Hmm, I think she told me about you before she rudely stopped answering my calls. You ain’t tired of her yet, are you? You can be honest because I know how it is around her.” he looked at the phone then to (Y/N) in confusion.
“No, actually. She’s been truly a blessing to know ma’am.” he said. The phone got quiet as her eyes went up in annoyance. 
“So is it true that you can’t come for dinner. I’d like to meet the boy my daughter is so called dating.” 
“Actually I would like to meet her family.” he said as she scoffed. 
“Wow, so she lied. Thought I’d raised her better but oh well. Well, I’ll be happy to meet you. Now you have a nice night.” Erik assumed that she would say bye to her daughter but she hang up the phone. 
“You don’t look happy that I’ma meet your parents.” he said as she threw the phone on the bed. 
“My father, sure. My mother and step-father, hell no.” she said sitting on the bed. 
“I moved in with my dad when they got divorced. Even at the age of 12, I could tell she was mean and manipulative.” she then looked at him. “No one told you to say anything by the way,” she said getting up as he grabbed her hand. 
“Aht, don’t walk away. I thought I was being nice.” he defended himself. She sighed grabbing his hand. 
“I know, it’s just you don’t know my mom. She will try to say and do anything for you not to like me. She has all that animosity till this day because I wanted to go live with my daddy.” she rolled her eyes. “And she’s always had this weird competition between the two of us. It’s fucking weird, and she wonders why I barely talk with her.”
“Well how about this.. I’ll find us a nice hotel so we don’t have to stay anywhere, we can leave her house anytime we want, and hell if it calls for it we can spend Christmas together.” He reassured her as she smiled. 
“Wait, what about your family.” 
“It’s okay. They can miss out on a Christmas,” he whispered
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3 Minutes and 3 Seconds
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Warnings: Typical COD violence, Incorrect information about Nymphs,
The One Where: Ghost Team pair up with a Nymph to take down a crime lord and his team at a Gala event
Pairing: Ghost x Fem!Reader
A/n: I know a lot about Nymphs and Greek Mythology I swear, i just put out somewhat false information for the sake of plot
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“Nymph, meet the Ghost Team, boys this is Nymph, she’s been leading the operation on Brühl for months now, so be respectful” Laswell said over the speakerphone.
Ghost team had re-grouped after their newest target Josiah Brühl made a deal with the Cartel in Mexico. Brühl was apparently not only making nuclear weapons under the table but also had created a drug that while does give you a high at first, overdosage was easy on it and killed you painfully from the inside.
“Nymph, Price and Ghost are in charge of this team, so while you’re leading this operation I still need you to play nice” Laswell said in a warning tone.
“Gosh fine mom, what’s next you’re gonna tell Osborn I’m bruising egos?” You reply sarcastically.
“Actually I’m about to call him-”
“Wait no I’m sorry I’ll play nice, please don’t tell Osborn” Laswell hangs the call up with a laugh making you sigh heavily.
“Is Osborn your superior?” Price asked.
“Osborn is my partner, he’s my hacker, and a really annoying one at that” You said causing everyone’s phones to go off at the same time with an annoying alarm. “Okay I’m sorry you’re a delight!” You yell taking your phone out of your pocket tossing it onto the table causing it to turn off along with everyone else’s.
“Osborn?” Soap leaned forward looking at your phone. A picture of you and Ossy appeared on the screen. He was sitting at his computer and you had your arms tossed over him winking at the camera.
“Ossy get off my phone” You said causing your phone to shut off. “He’s also a bit of a prankster” You inform as you grab your phone pocketing it.
“So they call you Nymph” Ghost states. You look up at him meeting his greasepaint gaze, you tilted your head to the side almost in familiarity and fondness.
“Yes sir” You state proudly. You loved your call sign.
“Why?” He asked curiously.
“My First mission out of basic training I was trailing an enemy ship underwater and I held my breath for 18 minutes before taking each person out one by one, second mission I was in a jungle taking out Russian-soldiers from the trees, third mission I was undercover at a Russian auction and they had ‘hired me’ to perform before the auction. My call sign was almost Siren because of that mission but Ossy recommended Nymph and my team associated that with me more. Nymphs are creatures of any aspect of nature and some are associated as Sirens, I’m a creature of whatever nature you put me in. I'm a nymph” You shrugged.
“Her most impressive mission was in the mountains of Serbia, caused an avalanche with just her voice taking down a terrorist group” Price said making you grin proudly.
“Do you usually work alone?” Rodolfo asked.
“Most of the time it’s just me and Osborn, but I have my own team that I usually lead. My captain, Castagnoli, mainly does solo missions so since I’m his Lieutenant I’m usually in charge, obviously when I’m solo as well Os is left in charge” You explain. The team is left with well impressions of you.
“If that’s all I’d like to regroup tomorrow so we can come up with a game plan, Brühl’s second in hand is throwing a Gala in a few days and I want us there” You state. Price nods his head gesturing for the boys to leave.
“Uh could one of you guys show Nymph to her room, it’s right down the hall from Vargas and Parra” Price said.
“Come with us preciosa, we got you” Alejandro said. You smile grabbing your bag following the two Mexican men out.
“We’re having dinner around 2000 if you wanna join us” Gaz offered as you all walked out the room.
“In the mess hall or out the base?” You asked.
“Out the base, there’s a nice grill down the road from the base” Soap added.
“Sure thing, I’ll meet you guys in the commons” You smile. The task force leaves you with the two Vaqueros to take you to your room.
The team waited for you in the commons. You walked in wearing normal jeans and a cropped hoodie with boots. You had your holster attached around your waist with a glock in it and your badge on a chain attached to your dog tags.
"You always walk around showing off your package?" Alejandro asked gesturing to your gun.
"You guys don't?" You asked causing everyone to lift their shirts showing the gun tucked into their jeans. "You all look like some sort of bootleg street gang walking around with your glocks in your pants" You teased causing Ghost and Price to lift their boots on a couch and show the small pistols they had on a holster in their boots. "Except for them"
xxx
"Tell me what I need to know" You said. You sat at the bar with Price while the rest of the boys had split off to either play pool or darts.
"Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish, he's pretty introverted at first but once he gets close to you outside the field he'll never shut up," Price starts gesturing to the Scott with a mohawk playing darts with Gaz.
"In the field though?" You ask
"He's very focused, will rarely talk outside of the mission and if he does, usually means he's nervous and needs to calm down. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, he's probably one of the most normal ones, typical extrovert but when it comes to business he gets down" Price said taking a sip of his drink.
"I'm assuming all your men do?" You asked.
"They're not all mine, Vargas and Parra are Vaqueros from Mexico, they're in the Mexican Army, came with some of their men after Brühl started working with one of the cartels down in Mexico. Alejandro is the Colonel of his team and Rodolfo is his second in command" Price explained. The two hispanic men were playing pool with Ghost, severely getting their asses handed to them by the Brit.
"What about skull face?" You asked.
"Ghost? Not much I'm allowed to tell you, you're gonna have to find that one out on your own" Price said.
You made eye contact with Ghost for a moment. You could swear that you recognize those eyes.
"His file didn't have his government name, is that classified?" You asked.
"Yes and no at the same time, it's hard to explain, like I said there's not much I'm allowed to tell you. Not because it's classified but out of respect to him, If anything you might get more information about him out of Soap" Price said. You hum to yourself eyeing the 6'2" British man.
You down the rest of your drink before jumping off the bar stool. Price watches as you make your way over to the pool table talking to the men there. Alejandro laughs setting a hand on your upper back, out of respect. Rodolfo hands you a cue stick making you smile as Ghost sets the table up.
"We doing teams?" You ask.
"You're on my team" Ghost states.
"You sure hermano? I don't mind teaming up con la princessa" Alejandro says his hand still on your back.
"I'm sure" Ghost says. You smile over at him as you lean over the table, you were breaking.
When it was Rodolfo's turn you stood back standing next to Ghost. You look up at him tilting your head as he looked down at you.
"Anyone tell you you have a staring problem" Ghost says.
"So do you" You say making him look away. "You have really pretty eyes" You tell him. He only hums in response making you smile.
You and Ghost won the first game easily. The two of you traded spots with Soap and Gaz the pair wanting to test their skill against the cowboys. You played a round of darts with Ghost, not much talking done and no one was really keeping score. Something about his presence though comforted you.
"Can you tell me anything about yourself Ghost?" You ask tossing a dart to the board hitting dead center. The game was pretty boring since you and Ghost both constantly got bullseyes.
"Did my file not tell you enough?" Ghost asked.
"I think we both know almost everything about you is redacted, should've just printed on black paper with the amount of black ink on those pages" You say.
"I could say the same for you Nymph" Ghost lifts the bottom of his mask to take a drink from his bourbon. You notice a small scar right at his jawline making you tilt your head. "You're staring again"
"Not sorry, you're very attractive" You smirk throwing your last dart before going to collect them.
"I'm wearing a balaclava, you think I'm attractive?" He asked.
"Got a problem with that LT?" You asked.
"Not at all Pet" Ghost says. You could hear the smirk from behind his mask. Your mind raced as you chuckled shaking your head
When the team regrouped to eat dinner you sat in between Rodolfo and Ghost.
"Why do you do so many solo missions Nymph?" Soap asked grabbing a chip from the basket in the center of the table.
"Less colateral, not to mention I lead a team of men so half the time the missions that are given to my Captain and I don't require a full team and are something one person can handle in a day or two, don't want to waste my boys' times when they could be at home with their families" You explain.
"So you drown yourself in work so your team can have breaks?" Gaz asked.
"I don't have a life outside of work," You shrug, "My parents were shit, they cut ties with their families, all my siblings are assholes, most of my friends lost contact after high school, so I decided to go into the workplace that kept me the most busy, and paid well" You say nonchalantly.
"What about your boys?" Price asked.
"My three sergeants are all married, one of them has a family, pretty big one too, I try to bother him the least, one of them only married so his partner could get benefits but they're good, the third one is freshly married so I want him to spent time with his girl. As for my private he pretty much lives on base training unless I need him. I guess you could say he's my padawan" You smile taking a drink from your whiskey sour.
"Padawan?" Gaz asked.
"Star Wars? You know? Jedi- Padawan" You say. All the boys shake their heads. "None of you have seen star wars? Oh we're fixing that later" You tell them.
"So how did you and Osborn meet?" Alejandro asked.
"I met him not too long after getting out of basic training, purely by luck him and I met online on some game before meeting in person. He’s the one that put in a good word for me to my Captain. I was one of the first people in the Underground Team” You explained.
“You guys are called the Underground team?” Gaz asked.
“We deal with a lot of lesser known crimes, too advance for the FBI not advance enough for you guys, we work with the CIA a lot” You explained.
“You- little Nymph, are a very impressive lassie” Soap says festering to you with his drink before taking a sip for it. You smile tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Thank you, that means a lot coming from someone like you” Yoh tell him.
“Someone like me, Bonnie look around, you’re just as badass as us, very rarely do we go on solo missions taking out men twice our size, I mean Ghost right there is over a foot taller than you probably and I don’t doubt you could take him out before any of us could react” Soap said. Ghost tilted his head at the Scott causing the man to shut his mouth. You chuckle looking at the masked man next to you who looked down at you before he reached for his drink lifting his mask slightly.
“I don’t doubt it either L/n” Ghost says softly to you before taking a sip of his drink.
xxx "Courtesy of Osborn these are everyone's new identities, I want you to memorize them front to back, Alejandro and Rodolfo are brothers from mexico, you guys are supposed customers of the cartel and want to buy the new drug. Gaz you can do an american accent so you're a tourist that caught wind of the drug and want some. Soap and Price you guys want weapons" You said handing out the files. "Ghost, since you're faceless you're my bodyguard, I am a german crime lord and I want my hands on both the drug and the weapons"
"I thought you've interacted with Brühl and his men before" Soap said.
"I have, plenty of times" You stated.
“So Brühl and his team know what you look like?” Ghost asked “Oh baby,” you said in a patronizing voice, “Don’t you know Nymphs can change their appearances?” you chuckle.
The day of the mission the entire team met up at the air strip where a plane was waiting for them.
The men all waited for you seeing as you were the last one left. Soap was the first to see you stopping what he said as he smacked the person nearest to him which happened to be Ghost, and caught everyone’s attention.
You wore an elegant black gown with lace sleeves and a slit up to your upper thigh. You had black strappy heels and silver jewelry to compliment the look. Your makeup while to most would seem simple you definitely looked different the usual, and the dark lace front wig you wore with a beautiful hairstyle definitely helped your change in appearance.
“Just to be sure you’re Nymph right?” Gaz asked making you giggle.
“Yes, glad to see you all clean up nicely” You smile.
Alejandro and Rodolfo both wore matching white suits. Alejandro had red accents while Rodolfo had blue. Price had settled for a normal black and white suit while Soap wore a black dark green set with a black shirt. Gaz had a dark blue set and appropriately enough, Ghost wore an all black suit matching your all black attire.
“Hey Lieutenent, wear this” You said tossing him a black mask. The Lieutenant gave you a funny look until you placed a black fedora on his head before boarding the plane.
“Hey look, we’re matching” Gaz said gesturing to the blue fedora he had on. Ghost rolled his eyes following after you the rest of the team on his trail.
“Here’s the game plan, all of us have to arrive separately from each-other in about 10-30 minute intervals. Ghost and I will go in last due to Brühls men knowing me if anything goes wrong at least all of you will be in there. Rodolfo y Alejandro I want you two to go in first. Soap you go in after them then Gaz then Price. This is a gala that’s open to the public so be careful with what you say, we don’t wanna cause any harm to civilians we just want Brühl, his second in command Morgenthau, and the Cartel leader Torres, we need at least all three of them alive. Now is everyone strapped?” You asked.
All of them men flashed you their concealed weapons. Price had his tucked into the suit the black gun blending it with the tuxedo. Alejandro and Rodolfo had their tucked into their waist under the vest and suit jacket. Gaz and Soap both had theirs on a holster around their ankle causing you to look over at Ghost. He lifted up his pant leg showing you the gun on his ankle. He opened his suit jacket showing the gun he had blending in with his inner suit and opened his vest showing the collection of knives he had in here along with the two he had tucked up his sleeve held in place firmly by his gloves.
“I like this one” You smile gesturing to the man sitting across from you.
“You packing too hermosa?” Rodolfo asked. You moving the slit of your dressed to your covered thigh showing the assortment of knife and the one gun you held.
“Not to mention the amount of shit I can stuff in this dress” You said pulling out a taser, a knife, a lighter, and handcuffs.
“I want to say that’s kinky but I’m a little scared” Alejandro says making you smile.
“Everyone remember their names and identities?” You ask putting away everything you had concealed.
"Yes Ma'am" Everyone said nodding their heads. You look over at Ghost who gives your a nod.
When you guys landed you each took separate cars to the gala. While you drove Ghost changed into the mask and fedora you had given him. You looked away when he took off his balaclava out of respect but couldn't help but ask.
"We know each other don't we?" You asked.
"Come again?" Ghost asked.
"You're the only one on the team that knows my name Ghost, cause I know damn well that my file redacted my government name. Not to mention I recognize those beautiful eyes anywhere" You smile glancing over at him not that he had put on the black mask and hat. Some of his dirty blonde hair peaked under the bottom of the hat making you grin as you look back at the road.
"Yeah we do know each other" Ghost said after a beat of silence.
“We were in basic training together, when we first started”
“I remember, you were one of the fastest to complete the obstacle course” He says.
“Yeah, you were really impressive too, it’s no surprise you ended up here”
"I could say the same for you, working solo missions, leading teams, you were made for that" Ghost said making you blush. When you parked at the Gala event Ghost got out first opening your car door for you. He held his hand out taking the keys from you before helping you exit the car. He pulls you closer to him pressing your chest against his.
"It's good to see you again Simon" You said softly running your hand to the back of his neck.
"I could say the same to you Y/n" You could hear a smile in the way he spoke.
"Nymph we're in, where are you and Ghost" Price said over the comms.
"Walking in now" You said. The two of you went through security and put your names into the guest list before entering the ballroom. At the front was a grand stage where a small band was performing.
"Tell me what you know" You said with a smile as you grabbed a champagne glass from a waiter.
"All the men with name badges that are gold are men of Brühl's, you missed it but Morgenthau was just on stage earlier before leaving through the double doors behind the stage with Torres" Gaz said.
"Any sign of Brühl?" You asked
"No Ma'am" Soap responds
"Probably hiding in the back" Ghost said.
"He is, I got two addresses already on locations for me to pick up some weapons, Brühl said he and his men would meet me there on the condition that I showed up with my men" Price said holding up a card that you saw from across the room before he tucked it into his suit.
"Rudy and I already have a meeting with them in about 15 minutes to get some drugs, you guys just have to get the weapons and we can get the rest of our men down here" Alejandro said. You watched as Rodolfo smiled and shook hands with one of Brühl's men before the soldier walked into the backroom. Alejandro and Rodolfo looked over at you nodding.
"There's not that many men out here, I reckon we can take all of them out while Vargas and Parra are in the back" Soap says.
"I can take the three by the side" Ghost says
"I have my eye on the two by the stage" Soap says.
"Calm yourselves boys, I don't doubt there's more around here somewhere, have some fun and mingle with the guests while I think of something" You said handing Ghost your champagne glass before walking into the dance floor.
Ghost wasn't too far behind you after dropping the glass with a random waiter. Right as the song changed you felt Ghost grab your hand his other landing on your waist.
"What are you doing LT?" You asked
"Blending in, mingling," Ghost stated plainly.
"This feels familiar" You chuckle softly.
"Lucky, how come Ghost gets to dance with Nymph" Soap whines as he invited a random girl to the dance floor. Gaz and Price follow as the five of you watch Alejandro and Rodolfo get invited into the back. Ghost notice you tense up as you quickly start looking around.
"Calm down, you'll get us caught boss" Ghost whispers in your ear. Somehow the way he pressed himself closer to you did manage to not only calm you down, but your attention was focused on him.
Those pretty eyes you first saw your first day of basic training after he had pinned you to the ground but offered you a hand up. The same eyes that looked up at you when he was lying at the end of the obstacle course out of breath while you had barely broken a sweat. The same pretty eyes you lost in the crowded as Osborn had finally taken you under his wing and took you away to join him.
"Osborn" You said as you looked up on the stage. There you saw Osborn, in a grey suit softly singing while playing the guitar at the front of a band of CIA agents. You caught his eyes causing him to smirk at you and nod down. You catch the black fairy brooch on his suit making you look around.
"I have a plan" You said dragging Ghost off the dance floor.
"What where are we-"
"I need all my eligible bachelors to find a girl wearing a black fairy brooch, they're Osborn's girls" You smile.
"You work with Osborn?" You heard Soap ask the girl he was dancing with. You heard a giggle in response as Soap left the dance floor. Just as the song ended Price and Gaz had both found girls with Fairy brooches.
"We got the drugs, and we heard your orders ma'am, Alejandro and I got ourselves two lovelies fairies" Rodolfo said.
"Good, now pretend to be drunk and take your girls into a private area, but make sure guards see and follow you guys" You said as you start giggling and dragging Ghost with you. You caused him to bump into one of the two guards posted by the front doors as you dragged him thought a set of double doors into an empty staircase where another guard was posted at the second level. "Watch out for more guards in your private areas" You whispered leaning against the wall pulling Ghost closer to you.
Ghost pinned you to the wall both hands on either side of your head.
"This feels increibly familiar don't you think" Ghost whispers in your ear causing a shiver to go down your spine.
"Nostalgic even" You respond your arms going to his shoulders and down his chest.
"Hey you can't be in here" The guard in the second level shouted as he came down the stairs. The doors behind Ghost opened as both guard had followed you and Ghost.
"We got them Private" One of the guards said as you giggle pulling Simon closer to you lifting your right leg up to his hip. His hand crawled up your thigh while yours went into his vest.
"Not yet" You whined in a whisper, as if it was cue for Ghost.
"Hey get out of-"
Ghost shoved the guard off him causing the private to come down the stairs. You mounted the private's shoulders with ease leaning forward flipping him off the stairs pulling taser out of your dress pressing it to his throat. You threw Ghost's knife at one guard before he could grab his weapon causing him to drop his gun and walkie. Ghost bashed his head into the railing knocking him out cold before he put the last one in a choke hold until he passed out.
"I think he's out Pet" Ghost chuckles looking down at you as you still had a taser pressed to the Private's neck.
"Oops" You giggle.
"Nymph and I took down three" Ghost said helping you off the ground.
"Only three? Psh I got seven" Soap said cockily.
"I saw, the fairy did most of the work, lets just say she can't come out to the dancefloor without getting some stares" Gaz said.
"i was going to say minimal death cause Ghost and I only knocked our men out" You said taking Ghost back out to the dance floor.
"We knocked them out with our girls" Alejandro said. You watched him grabbing a drink with the girls his arm wrapped around the faerie's waist.
"No my girl drew blood, but she's wearing red so it's okay" Gaz said. You watched him dabbing a paper on his fairies dress causing you to chuckle.
"Mine is bloody as well," Price said meeting up with Soap, both farie's wearing the task force's jackets.
"Men, meet the Black Faires, Osborn's own personal team of assassins" You said walking up to Alejandro and Rodolfo and their farries. The rest of the team walked up to you guys all of you grouping around the buffet tables.
"We need a distraction so you guys can all invade Brühl and his men in to the back" You said grabbing a glass of champagne.
"Did you forget we still have guards on the main floor" Price said.
"We have more farie's sir" His Black Fairy said gesturing to the fairy brooch she wore.
"Here Boss, lay your plan out to Osborn and The Fairies. You men, need to wear these, so the other girls don't try to kill you" Alejandro's Fairy handed you a comm as she took fairy brooches out of her clutch.
"Pretty" Soap compliments. Ghost just sighs heavily as he clips the brooch to his suit.
"Anymore stupid things I have to wear?" He asked making you smack him.
"Fairies will kill you Si, watch your mouth" You said earning weird looks from the men.
"Okay team, here's the plan" You said into the comm the fairy had given you, "Osborn and Black Fairies, I want you to meet the Ghost Team, they're the only men besides Ossy wearing fairy brooches so everyone else you see as a threat is free game. We need to take down Brühl and his men tonight. Ghost, Alejandro and Rodolfo stay on the floor. I want the rest of Ghost Team and their fairies to take down the backroom behind the stage, fairies you scout the rest of the building for anymore threats. We have Vaqueros and Bravo Soldiers on their way here in less than 10 minutes waiting for my cue to come in but under no circumstance can we disturb the civilians" You said.
"Sorry Boss but we're gonna need a distraction to get those boys into the backroom" A random fairy said over the comm. You looked around quickly before looking at Osborn on the stage. He makes eye contact with you glancing down at the violin on its stand.
“I can give you 3 minutes and 3 seconds” You said with a smile pulling out the handcuffs from your dress handing them to a fairy.
“What the hell does that mean?” Ghost asked.
“3 minutes take it or leave it” You said taking off the comm. You grab his hand leading him to the stage.
“I mean I usually last way more than 3 minutes but I guess I’ll take it” He shrugs making you laugh as you gesture for the team to split up and take their positions.
"Do what you do best Ghost" You said pulling black Balaclava out from your dress. He takes the fedora off putting on the balaclava before taking off the other mask.
"Everyone ready?" You asked
"Ready" You heard a chorus of men say.
Osborn smiles grabbing your hand leading you onto the stage catching the audience's attention. Osborn hands you a violin and you take if gracefully before walking up to the mic. You watch as all the men are in position Faerie's waiting for the cue to leave the main ballroom area.
Your eyes drop down to Ghost who's still next to the stage slowly backing away as you mute the comm in your ear as to not kill them. Without another word you place the bow down on the strings striking the first chords, the pianist accompanying you as Osborn and the others distract the audience into clapping along.
"Years ago, when I was younger,
I kinda liked a boy I knew" You sang into the mic with a wide grin on your face. "He was mine, and we were sweethearts, that was then, but then it's true"
"I'm in love with a fairytale Even though it hurts 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind I'm already cursed" You belted before lifting the violin up once again. You had the crowded so enamoured that no one noticed the numerous guards being taken down and dragged off. Ghost himself almost forgot to stay on task if it wasn't for you smiling over at him as you played the violin.
xxx
"Fuck you Simon" You spat as the two of you stood out in the rain.
"You already did Pet" Simon argues
"One job, I asked you to do one simple job, I was leading that team, It was my turn but no, Big Bad Simon Riley can't stand taking orders from a girl" You said sarcastically while punching his chest.
"Its not taking orders from a girl that I have a problem with sweetheart, it's taking orders from you"
"Why, why is it so hard for you to listen to me, the rest of the team had no problem doing it" You ask pushing your mess of wet hair out of your face.
"How am I supposed to take orders from the same woman who quivers at my touch, everytime you're in a position of power sweetheart I just think of how you whimper every time I have my hands on you" Simon smirks causing you to turn beat red. You bite back a grin before you crack and start chucking.
"You horny mother fucker" You giggle
"What can I say love, you bring it out. I'm sorry I didn't listen to your orders, I prom ise from now on when you're in charge I am but your most loyal guard"
xxx
"I'm in love with a fairytale Even though it hurts 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind I'm already cursed" You smile widely as you continue with the violin. All the guards out in the dancefloor had been taken care of along with some cartel members Alejandro and Rodolfo recognized from the backroom. Ghost stood to the side of the audience admiring you as everyone completely ignored whatever violence could be heard from the backroom.
"He's a fairytale, yeah Even though it hurts 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind I'm already cursed" You finished off with the violin before dramatically dropping your arms with a bright smile. The audience cheers as you turn your comms back on. You smile kissing your hand as Osborn goes to help you off the stage. Ghost reaches you quickly holding a hand out for you. You grin taking it walking down the steps of the stairs. You whip your phone out of your dress dialing Laswell's number as you walk into the backroom with the three men.
"Bring 'em in, we got them" You told Laswell with a proud grin as you still gracefully held onto Ghost.
"Hündin" Josiah spits at you.
"Tschüss dummer Junge" You blow him a kiss as Bravo Team enters from all different kinds of doors taking away Josiah, Torres, and their men. You sigh feeling like a big weight was lifted off your shoulders.
"So, you two have some explaining to do" Soap says gesturing to you and Ghost.
"Hündin, saug meinen schwanz," You say.
xxx
"You were amazing up there" Simon said handing you a drink. You two sat in an empty corner of a bar the team celebrating the big win tonight. Most of you all were still in the attire you wore to the gala, yourself included.
"You were amazing yourself, you didn't even need the full 3 minutes" You smirk. Simon chuckles tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"I still promise you I can last much longer than 3" Simon says
"I believe you soldier, can't count the amount of nights I've stayed up thinking about the hours of sleep I lost from your stamina" You say resting your hand on his forearm.
"I missed you Nymph"
"I missed you more Ghost"
"Think my new callsign should be Fairytale, Pet, judging by that little performance you put on for me" Simon teases
"Im your dreams Ghost" You laugh. Simon only chuckles winking at you as he takes a sip from his drink, you followed the action shaking your head as the sour drink goes down your throat.
"C'mon, let's beat the boys at pool again" You giggle getting up from your seat.
"After this" Simon grabs your bicep pulling you into the hallway the bathrooms were in.
He lifts his mask just above his nose grabbing you by the back of your neck. He hold you there for a moment, your breaths mingling together before he finally pulls you into him locking his lips with yours. He pushes himself closer to you trapping you between him and the wall. You feel his tongue brush against your bottom lip but you didn't give in until you felt his hand crawling up your bare thigh squeezing just above your holster. You moan as your hand goes down his chest undoing the first few buttons before you lightly pushed him away chuckling at your smeared lipstick. You glanced at the clock behind him giggling.
"Best 3 minutes and 3 seconds of my damn life, right Lieutenant?" You asked pulling him back to you.
"Damn right Lieutenant" Simon chuckles pulling you into another fiery kiss.
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yeonsclover · 10 months
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yuno with a blue rose knight s/o who’s compassionate, gentle, and good-natured, maybe they have a secret relationship
ɪ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs sᴘᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs (I couldn’t really think of a good reason the relationship would be secret srry)
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You’re both vice captain for you respective teams so obviously you both attended
You noticed Yuno first he had the most stone cold stoic face ever
He felt you staring into his soul because he’s just so beautiful ( I mean who wouldn’t? )
After the meeting was over you went up to Yuno on his way out and started up a conversation about being vice captains and all the duties that comes with it
Surprisingly he was interested. he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to give girls or people in general the time of day to speak to him.
After that you two saw each other at the meeting over and over again. He was the only reason you liked going now.
The conversations you had afterwards always left you feeling like he was warming up to you and his smile would get bigger each time you two met.
After a couple of times he asked you out to have a walk around the town and of course you agreed. He old you about his life and the orphanage and about asta and his teammates.
And you happily sat there at listened tuning in when necessary. He apologized for ranting on about himself so much. He felt so comfortable around you that he could just express himself openly.
He told you that he noticed you the first time at the meeting. Even before you noticed him. But he didn’t think you would give him the time of day.
You two went out many more
Times after that and he finally asked you to be his!
You always loved how good Yuno was with his words always reassuring you when you felt stressed or not good enough.
You always were the one to act on physical touch because more of the time Yuno was too shy to start something. But you never minded.
The relationship was lowkey but never a secret. You two never cared if people knew or didn’t.
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wolfsbanesparks · 10 months
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*politely raises hand* Ayo do you have any thoughts on if fear toxin is even anything to worry about in the face of the Courage of Achilles?
Like Billy Batson would obviously have a terrible time if he’s exposed to it but would Captain Marvel, setting aside the fact he doesn’t need to breathe, be fine?
I don’t have a penny to give but I request thy thoughts.
Hey there!
So my answer here is two fold:
Technically there have been canon comics where Captain Marvel is affected by fear toxin (Shazam #12 i believe), bringing his greatest fears as Billy to the surface despite him being powered up. There have also been other non fear toxin induced events to a similar effect.
But to be perfectly honest, the comic I'm thinking of largely included him being affected by fear toxin as an excuse for a more experienced Batman to save the day and highlight his own inexperienced fighting style.
So as with most things, Cap's immunity to toxins (including fear toxin) varies based on what the writers want to happen in their story.
Personally, I think that he should be immune to standard fear toxin or at the very least be able to power through the hallucinations because of the courage of Achilles. I mean what's the point of having supernatural courage as a power if you can't overcome a chemical to induce fear? Especially if perfectly ordinary human Batman can do it with sheer willpower?
Mostly I think a lot of people have the tendency to downplay Cap's abilities while at the same time hyping up Batman and his rogues. If Cap's powers are actually understood and respected by the writers there really shouldn't be much to worry about with fear toxin (unless there's a a team up with a magical villain enhancing it or Billy is caught in it before he can transform. Then we might have an interesting story).
So that's my two cents on the subject! I'd love to other people chime in!
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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year
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stray kids in high school
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genre: headcanons; general, highschool! au
word count: 1.7k
warnings: cursing
a/n: heyy everyone. i wanted to try out some high school headcanons to see what you guys thought. i find i enjoy writing high school aus and there have been a few requests for these so i thought i'd give it a go! please like and reblog if you enjoy, and feel free to send a request in for more highschool aus when the askbox is open <3
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bangchan
the class president
chan is extremely popular. he's friends with literally everyone due to his approachable personality. he doesn't want people to feel left out and is very attentive
the oldest in the class, so people naturally respect him
you would think being class president would make him unpopular due to the responsibility coming with that role. but in reality, he was voted as class president by the rest of his peers because he's so well-liked. everyone trusts him and his personality exudes natural leadership qualities
has a rapport with everyone, including the teachers. so if he doesn't hand in his homework on time or forgot to do an essay, his powerful persuasive skills come in handy
which makes him very good at debating. he tends to lead the debates but finds it interesting to sit back and watch the chaos unfold. he's a good devil's advocate
best subjects are physical education, music and mathematics. but he doesn't really do particularly badly in any subject. his grades are both decent and consistent
he or changbin are the team captain of the majority of the sports teams
he's also very good at keeping himself organised. always on schedule and does the homework as soon as it's given to him so that he has more time to do what he wants, much like seungmin
lee know
the class clown
bet you thought i was going to put hannie as this
but nope.
please don't fight me in the comments i beg just hear me out
i see minho as the class clown because he is naturally gifted in wit and intelligence
he's not the typical class clown. they usually are stereotyped to be the most extroverted and outgoing person in the class, which is not the case with our dear minho
rather, he's just the funniest person there. mostly everybody appreciates his humour
what's better is he's able to piss around during class and still have the charisma to get away with it
also fairly level-headed so he exceeds in academically inclined subjects
also strong in the arts. he's damn good at drama, that's for sure. he has the confidence to play any character
and it will come as no surprise that his core subject, the one he actually cares about, is dance
he comes across as cynical, satirical and a humourous genius, so it comes as a surprise to most teachers that he favours dance above all subjects. seeing him express himself in that way is truly amazing
because of this, he definitely has a lot of secret admirers
changbin
the jock
i mean, what did you expect
probably the most popular person in the school, let alone the class
everybody knows him and respects him
he, in turn, knows everybody. which means he knows all the gossip. and knows who to spill the tea to
has many circles of friends, it's hard to keep up really
involved in a lot the sports teams and is usually their main player
despite being smaller in height, he's the best at basketball. knows how to bounce around people and uses his speed and energy to get to where he wants
all the ladies love him, obviously
he's super flirty and highkey likes the attention. and it's hard not to give him it
but he never really comes across as obnoxious
he's just there for a good time, really
probably one of the loudest in all his classes. put him in a class with wooyoung and yeonjun and no one is getting any work done
main focus is sports, so his grades in other subjects are average or lacking a bit
he knows if he puts his mind to it he'll probably be much better in academic subjects. but that just doesn't appeal to him. he'd prefer to focus on the teams he's part of and the bonds he shares with people, which does unfortunately take a toll on his grades
hyunjin
the artist
he's a very stereotypical art kid who sits in the back of the class sketching detailed drawings he rarely shows off
but he's not necessarily all shy and quiet
his group of friends definitely brought him out of his independent shell
best friends with felix, who is essentially a louder version of himself. if these two sit anywhere near each other in a class and there's no way to get any work done from the amount of talking they do
obviously exceeding in the arts, particularly art and english. he has to have a creature outlet, and his talent in art comes so naturally to him. his art teacher absolutely adores him and uses his work as an example to all the other classes
as for english, hyunjin seems to find it very easy to understand the writer's thoughts and intentions. but his favourite lessons have to be when the teacher is discussing poetry, a hobby he has been working on recently
hyunjin laughs at everything, which can often get him into trouble. whether it's changbin making an inappropriate joke or seungmin being his witty, awesome self, hyunjin giggles at them all
overall, hyunjin keeps to himself, only coming out with his opinions if needed
han
the all-rounder
he's the annoying guy who doesn't revise or study on any test but will get some of the top grades in the class
liked by many people, but also disliked by the same amount
they're just jealous, what can i say?
gets a LOT of attention from all genders who can blame them
people are sometimes baffled by han because he, being his hilariously amazing self, may appear to set low expectations. he's loud and talks a lot and cracks jokes in every other sentence
but then he's the only one to work out this weird ass equation on the board. or he's the first to understand complex concepts in philosophy class
he's very bright, to say the least
however, he'd say music and drama are his forte. or, at least the subjects he likes the most
he and minho are a match made in hell heaven and the cause of many teachers' joys (and anxieties). on the one hand, they work well together and you should see them in debate class, oh lord-
however, they can be very unpredictable
you can't help but indulge in their ludicrous behaviour, purely to see them try and outwit each other
they're outrageously flirty about it too
they're just the main characters at this point, idk
felix
the sunshine
there's no other way to describe felix other than being wholesome
he has no beef with anyone. he minds his own business and just does his own thing
focuses on improving himself
wants to create a productive and positive learning atmosphere
takes regular mental health breaks his attendance is low and encourages other people to do the same
he's like the class therapist. he inspires comfort in all his fellow classmates. he may not be the stereotypical popular guy but he is the most well-liked because of his kindness
having a gracious heart and a soft, welcoming smile on his face make him absolutely irresistible to all. his natural, gentle charms are no match for mean-ass bullies
besides if anyone laid a finger on him they would be severely beaten by chan and changbin but we move
always fun to work with in group projects because he has a lot of creative ideas. thinking outside of the box is his speciality and he has quite a lot to offer to the group
makes brownies for everyone in the class during wintertime <3 he never leaves anyone out, even people he hasn't gotten a chance to get to know yet
he just balances the group out and acts like a glue that holds the class together
seungmin
the teacher's pet
seungmin is extremely organised. he's got his folders colour-coded and containing all of his notes. he has one for all subjects so he can compartmentalise his thoughts for each one
you can always rely on him for any sort of stationery. forgot your pen? he's your guy. you need a highlighter? he's got both a neon and pastel collection to choose from
teachers love him. he hands in work on time, contributes regularly to lessons, and is overall the perfect, model student
will probably remind the teacher that they set homework much to everyone's annoyance
will scold the others if they don't have theirs
he, like bangchan, usually does the homework as soon as it's set, just so he can get ahead
he made an unlikely friend in jeongin, who is quite different to him in terms of personality
they can't quite figure each other out but their differences push them closer together. it's cute. and both of them are good influences on each other so being paired up in class is usually a safe option
they joke that they're the most normal people in the class
overall, seungmin is a hard-working student and his grades are a good reflection of that
he's more worried about burning out, which has happened in the past
jeongin
the new kid
at first, jeongin was very quiet and didn't talk to anyone
being the new guy in class was already daunting enough. but seeing all these big and impactful personalities - like the class president who seems to have a charming and commanding presence, or the extremely handsome humour expert who twists everything into his own little joke - it's hard not to be intimidated
would he fit in? would he make friends?
of course it's natural to worry about this sort of thing, especially coming into a new class
but in reality he has nothing to worry about
the class president, bangchan, immediately takes him under his wing, allowing him to hang out with his group and get to know the others
which is very daunting, considering they all have unique personalities and different ways they interact with one another. jeongin finds that initially intimidating
but he's able to play it cool. and soon he finds no problem settling into the class and making new friends
seungmin is the person he sticks with the most and ends up having a close bond with
jeongin gets average grades. he had good days and bad; one day he's contributing the most in class and the next and the next day he doesn't say a word
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muddyorbsblr · 1 year
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man of the month part 7: july & august
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Summary: Shaun tries to convince you of Loki's feelings; Steve tries to convince you to have feelings for him; Sam tells you what you need to do with your feelings for Loki
Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually)
Word Count: 5.4k [get some wine ready]
Warnings: red flag MrSatchel; cringe nickname; Steve can't take a hint; language
Things to be aware of: mutual pining; idiots in love
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The screams of Thor's adoring fanbase picked up once again when the blond oaf walked out of your studio still without a shirt and showcasing his bulky exaggerative muscles. Outside of the photography studio, the remaining men who hadn't had their appointment with you yet were seated by the various seats strewn about the common area, with Loki still prominently at the front of the entire group, occupying the seat closest to the studio door.
He looked at his brother with significantly less apprehension after their exchange earlier today during his shoot with you. I am on your side. I only wish for you to be happy. Even after all this time it was such a foreign concept for him to be on the same side as Thor after centuries of being framed as each other's opposition.
Still, however, this particular set of circumstances somehow felt as if they were finally taking the steps to heal the scars, both known and unknown, that their strained relationship held. Their mother would have been proud if she were watching over them from Valhalla right now. 
Thor threw a look his way. "Well obviously it is not me," he said without a trace of resentment, a gigantic smile stretching across his face. "But I know who it is." 
Those words sent a frigid chill down Loki's spine. "She told you who it is?" 
The look on his brother's face grew proud, and yet unarrogant. "I figured it out," he stated jovially. The two men from California had jointly muttered something about welcoming him to the club, making him smile and give the two a knowing thumbs up. 
Deciding that perhaps he could save himself the anguish of going through this same exercise for a few more days as you finished up the appointments for everyone's photos, Loki approached his brother. "Just tell me who it is, Brother. Spare me the agony of waiting only to find out it isn't me after all."
The blond god gave him a look of mock offense. "Loki I will do no such thing. There are no shortcuts when it comes to matters such as this." His look softened when he saw the visible frustration on his brother's face, however. "I will tell you this, Brother. The super soldiers will most definitely be the most persistent in their efforts. I suggest taking Lady Y/N up on her offer to visit tomorrow. Just in case our dear Captain will be too disbelieving when she inevitably rejects his efforts." 
So it isn't Rogers, Loki thought to himself. And if my brother is giving me a forewarning to look after her upon Barnes' appointment as well, then he knows that it's not him, either. She and Wilson are friends and he's never shown any visible interest in her beyond that despite the time they've spent around one another, which excludes him from the possibilities as well. And Banner is borderline fatherly to her, much like Stark.
His heart pounded in his chest as he let out his running hypothesis. "The only ones left are Strange and myself." 
Thor clapped a hand down on his brother's shoulder. "Very good, Brother. You're catching on." 
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The schedule for today had you on edge. Scott's words of 'the serum boys having it bad for you' made you nervous about being in the same room as Steve for potentially more than a few hours, assuming he tried to stretch out the photoshoot for as long as he could. You booked him early on in the day, and gave Sam a heads up to be ready in case you finished early.
Hopefully that had been enough of an indicator that not only did you know about what was going on with the men on the team and their intensions toward their respective appointments with you, but that you did not reciprocate the attraction that Steve supposedly had for you. 
Perhaps in the back of your mind yesterday afternoon, you'd thought of your appointment today as well when you extended that invitation to Loki to stop by if ever the spirit moved him. Part of you hoped that he wouldn't just take you up on that offer throughout the duration of the shoots, but that he would do so today. 
Funny how you were apprehensive to be in a room alone with the hundred-something year old veteran who could break a log in two with his bare hands, but you were unfazed over being in such close proximity to the thousand-something year old god who could easily snap the soldier in two with just his mind if he so wished. 
"Suppose I'm just stupid in love," you muttered to yourself in the empty studio, your eyes widening at your words. In love? Was that really where you were now? Sure, you'd harbored a mad crush on him for the longest time, but for those words to just come naturally to you after the last few days caught you off guard; however, you couldn't exactly say you were surprised at the turn your emotions had taken. It wasn't as if it was so unfathomably difficult for someone to find themself in love with the raven-haired god; in fact it came all too naturally to you. "Fuck." 
"That's a whole mood." Your gaze snapped to the door to find Shaun walking in with a plate in his hand. "Bacon and cheese muffin. Figured I should get one into your studio before Thor ends up stealing your piece." You let out a chuckle just as your stomach obnoxiously grumbled as the scent of the bacon and cheese hit you. "Looks like my timing was perfect today," he said with a laugh as he set the plate down on your desk. "You want some company?" He looked over to the near empty coffee mug next to the plate. "Or a top up?" 
"I wouldn't say no to both." You smiled at him. "Thanks, Shaun. You've been…really cool about all this and--"
"Hey, don't even mention it. I'm just glad we get to be buds. Honestly I was convinced that after the whole thing with my shoot that Loki was gonna mess with me every time he saw me even go near the door--"
"There you go again with your Loki conspiracy theories," you groaned. "I'm telling you. You're seeing things that aren't there."
"And I'm telling you that you're refusing to see things that are there," he shot back, an amused smile stretching across his face, chuckling as you rolled your eyes at him. "Tell you what. I'll prove it." He picked up your mug and started walking out the studio. "Gimme two minutes." 
"What in the actual--" you muttered to the now empty studio, shrugging off Shaun's latest antic and opting instead to start picking at the savory pastry he brought for you. Not two minutes later, a thrill ran up your spine as the next voice you heard was definitively not Shaun's.
"Y/N?" You were helpless against the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth when you looked up and caught sight of Loki walking into your studio, your little Heckers & Salutations coffee mug looking smaller than it actually was in his hand. "Xu had to attend to something with Lang and my brother and it seems he'd forgotten that he was supposed to bring this back to you," he explained as he placed the mug back on your desk next to your plate.
"Thanks," you squeaked, trying to consolidate him being here with what Shaun said about 'proving it'. Before you thought too hard about it, however, you stopped yourself. As beautiful a picture it would be if the god loved you back, it was nothing more than that. A beautiful picture. A tantalizing dream.
"Darling?" Your heart thumped in your  chest at the nickname. "Are you alright?" You looked up at him, trying desperately to hide the longing in your eyes before his keen observance caught sight of it, answering him wordlessly with a nod. "You seem…apprehensive," he prodded, concern seeping into his tone as he perched himself on to the stool next to you and gingerly taking your hand in his. "Is it your morning appointment?"
Dammit, how did he know? you hissed inwardly. You nodded slowly again. "It's--stupid, I know. It's just…ever since Scott told me about 'the Serum boys' I haven't exactly known how to…" You struggled to find the words as his thumb started to rub the back of your hand in slow circles. "I don't know how to act around them…with them. Because I don't know if they would misunderstand that for reciprocation. It's not exactly the easiest thing being around someone you know has feelings for you that you don't feel the same way for. Just like how it's agonizing to be around someone you dohave feelings for when you know that they don't see you that way, nor will they ever and--and I'm rambling, uhm…sorry," you mumbled into your coffee.
You felt a lump in your throat as he gently touched his fingers to your chin, tilting your head to look at him. "You aren't stupid for having your reservations. Unreciprocated affections can turn one into something else entirely, and while I dare not assume that it would happen to anyone on this team, I would not rule it out, either." His hand squeezed yours slightly before he spoke again. "If at any point in this morning's appointment, or any of your appointments, you begin to feel a disquiet  in you, I will be right outside. Just call for me."
Your heart began to swell at his words. "Really? You'd do that?" 
His other hand moved from your chin to tuck your hair behind your ear. "Darling, I've been there this entire time." 
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"So you believe me yet?" 
You looked at Shaun as he gave you a little smug smile as he helped you setting up the plain light-colroed backdrop as well as draping a large black tablecloth over a table for Steve's shoot. "I don't wanna talk about it. Maybe you're on to something and I've been stupidly blind. Maybe you're not and you're just having a bad case of shipper brain. I'm just trying to get through this shoot, Xu." 
"Right right," he muttered, his smile fading. "You want me to check up on you? Like maybe half an hour after the shoot starts?" 
"Holy shit you'd do that?" Relief began to flood your system knowing that you didn't have to find a way to go outside and call for Loki, making up some excuse to even exit your studio if ever things went south in this shoot. 
"Yeah, Scopes, of course! We're buds now. We gotta look out for each other." He threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into a playful headlock. "I'll put on a timer after he gets here. When the timer goes off I'll head over here with some lame excuse about lunch or something and if you're in need of help, give me this hand signal…" He pounded the table with his fist once, then snapped his fingers, and did a shaka sign. "Do that, and I'll call in the big guns." 
"Wait. Big guns, you mean--"
"God-tier backup. The kind that's been stationed outside your studio day in and day out making sure you're okay." You rolled your eyes at him again. "Just calling it like I see it." 
You jumped at the sound of a knock on your studio, bringing you back to the present moment. "Right then. Looks like it's time," you told Shaun with the most cheerful tone you could muster. "Start that timer, please," you muttered as softly as you could, your tension easing when you saw him do exactly that on his phone. 
"Relax, Y/N," he told you softly, patting your head. "We're right outside. Everything's gonna be fine." With that, he let you go and walked out your studio as you were walking back to your desk to finish your coffee.
"Hey, Scopes," you heard Steve greet you as you were drinking your coffee. "Or should I say…heckers and salutations," he finished with a chuckle as he motioned toward your mug. 
"Mmmph, no--" you protested. "That just sounds weird when someone actually says the words. Too old-timey. Even for you." 
Your words made him break out in a hearty laugh, but something in the sound felt too strained to you. He sounded something akin to a schoolgirl flirting with the quarterback trying to laugh at his joke in order to stroke his ego. So that maybe later she could stroke something else after the game.
It didn't sit right with you. But regardless, you made an effort to seem like you paid his attempts at stroking your ego no mind. Making it obvious that you were unfazed by his reactions, his presence.
"That was a good one, Y/N," he sighed as you put the strap of your camera over your neck, giving you one of his well-practiced Captain America smiles that always had his fangirls swooning where they stood. "So it's as naked as I'm comfortable with, right?" 
You swallowed hard, willing the lump in your throat to ebb. "Yup. I'll--turn around. Lemme know when you're ready." 
He took a step toward you as he untucked his button down shirt from his slacks. "I'm comfortable with whatever you're comfortable with," he told you with a seemingly good-natured smile. 
The whole sequence had a knot of tension settling in your stomach, slowly moving higher and higher as if you were about to retch and see your breakfast again. You strived to maintain your composure and answered him with a tight-lipped smile. "That's not how this works, Captain. I don't determine the degree of nakedness you're supposed to be comfortable with around me. That's all you. I just take the pictures." 
He looked at you with eyes that were teeming with fulsome intent as he undid the buttons of his shirt. "Then I suppose this shouldn't be an issue, since I hope that after today I could be quite comfortable with you." 
Those words sent a chill down your spine. "Excuse me?" you trembled, your voice suddenly dwindling down to something that could be likened to a church mouse. 
"Y/N, I'm sure that by now you know that I like you." You could have sworn the temperature dropped a good ten degrees as the words escaped him, goosebumps breaking out all over your arms as you were suddenly filled with this urge to run. 
If you did, though, would he block your way? And if he did, then what? 
The answer came to you awfully fast. I would scream. Loki's right outside. He'll hear me. 
You took a deep breath, your hands gripping your camera tighter in an attempt to get them to stop shaking. "Listen, Cap--"
"Please, Cookie, call me Steve." Something in you recoiled at the nickname he'd taken to calling you. There were only a few names you were partial to being called. Tweety by those close to you. Scopes to the rest of the world.
The exception to that rule being Loki, the only one whose head you didn't want to chop off whenever he called you Darling. 
This name, however…this one you had to nip at the bud. Nobody deserved to be called that…unless they actually wanted to be. 
"Captain," you insisted. "I'm aware of what Tony told you guys…about me having feelings for someone on the team. And, while I am flattered that you found yourself attracted to me…I'm sorry but I just…" You sighed, deciding you  had to rip off the bandaid in one go instead of tiptoeing your way around what you eventually had to tell him anyway. "I just don't feel the same," you said in a rush.
Your urge to flee grew stronger as his confident smile faded into a grim line on his face and he assumed an almost combative stance like he used in the training rooms or in the field, straightening his stance and squaring his shoulders. "It's not me?" he asked, his tone coated with incredulity. 
"It's not," you pressed on. "Listen, you're attractive and I'm sure the good-natured boy scout thing with the blond hair blue eyes clean shaven look does it for so many women, but…just not me." As his eyes darkened when you uttered those last words, you felt the need to murmur, "Sorry." 
"And you're sure?" 
"Pretty sure," you shot back, doing your best to bite back the sarcasm you usually would have answered that with. "I'm sure you'll find someone." You tried to take on a more comforting tone, as if you were trying to console a friend, even though at this moment he felt like anything but.
"Why?" The tone he'd taken on had become interrogative, demanding an answer instead of deflection, and it inevitably irritated you that he was acting this way.
"Because you're not my type," you answered with a bit more bite in your tone, the irritation seeping into every word. "I'm in love with someone else. And I'm sure that's hard to understand for someone who's so used to girls just falling all over him ever since you put on the stars and stripes, but you don't have to understand it. You just have to respect it." 
"So who is it then?" 
"That's none of your business." You were beginning to find your voice again; your body, however, still wanted to shrink. Or flee. Anything other than freeze, but you found that that was all you could do. "Your only business is that it's not you--"
"There's five of them left." You willed your face to remain expressionless other than the visible annoyance upon the assumption that he was about to list them all down trying to get you to tell him who he "lost" to. "Is it Sam?" 
You kept quiet.
"Banner?" You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his childishness. "Bucky?! Did I really just lose again to my best friend?" 
"Captain, stop this," you tried to plead with him. "Come on, be mature about this. Let's just take your picture, and we can move forward from this." 
"Is it Strange? It's the facial hair, isn't it? Or the magic?" You sighed sharply. You willed the time to go faster, for Shaun to check up on you already. "Ohh for heaven's sake!" He circled around in place, hands on his hips, taking a few more steps toward you when he faced your way again. "It's Laufeyson!" 
You couldn't stop yourself. Your neck twitched at the sound of his name.
"Jesus Christ, Y/N, really?! The guy hates everyone! He even hates his own brother. He destroyed so much--"
"He brought you all together," you hissed. "He gave you all the chance to be informed. To be prepared. Tell me, Captain. Do you genuinely believe that if he hadn't come here in 2012 and you hadn't all come together that first time, that the world would have stood a chance when Thanos attacked?" 
"Every member of this team was on this world long before Loki landed on Earth," he argued petulantly. 
"Yes. But you wouldn't have been a team," you bit  back. "Nobody in this team would be here right now. I  wouldn't be here right now because there wouldn't even have been a team to work with. So don't you go around parading your high morals telling me that his destructions outweigh his contributions. He has made amends for his indiscretions time and time again, so nobody is in any right to hold the events from ten years ago over his head." 
"So it really is him, huh? You wouldn't defend him like this if it wasn't." 
"Yes I would." You tilted your chin up defiantly at him. "I don't like bullies." 
With the look on his face, you may as well have slapped him with those words. "I'm not--"
"Hey, Y/N…" You looked toward the door to see Shaun with a poorly veiled concerned look on his face. "Just checking to see if the shoot's gonna be done soon and ask if you wanna check out that new Mexican place that opened a few blocks from here. I've got a craving for some chimichangas." 
You plastered the most casual smile you could muster on your face as you answered him. "Uhh…yeah, we should be done in a bit." You gave him the hand signal, making his eyes widen the slightest with clear alarm. "I'll see you when we're done." 
"Sure thing, Scopes…" he trailed off, the tremor in his voice so evident to you as he backed away from the door. "Captain." 
"Xu," Steve answered him with a practiced smile, giving a salute his way. Then he turned back to you, his stance rife with defensiveness after your last words towards him. "I'm not a bully, Y/N. I just can't understand for the life of me why you would choose him--"
"What? Over you?" you fumed. "And for the record, I am not choosing anyone. I'm in love with someone. Okay? They're on the team. And other than that, it's nobody's business. Your only business is that it's not  you. So can we please just take your picture and we can move on from this?" 
"So you won't even consider anyone--"
"I believe the lady already turned you down, Rogers." Relief flooded your system at the sound of Loki's voice floating into the studio, the sound of the cadence of his steps nearly feeling like a warm blanket fighting away the chills that had broken out throughout the course of this exchange. 
"Stay out of this, Laufeyson. This is between me and Y/N." 
"Based on what I heard from this exchange, there is no 'you and Y/N'," the god shot back, placing a hand on your shoulder, choosing to maintain a considerable distance from you. "And as far as I know, this is her studio. Her space. She's told me that I am welcome to stop by throughout the duration of this project. The only one with the authority to send me out of here is her." He turned his gaze away from the veteran and towards you. "Do you wish for me to leave?" he asked you in a comparatively softer tone.
Your immediate answer was of course you didn't, but you knew that he didn't particularly like spending his time around other people; hell, he barely tolerated spending time with his own brother. Why would he want to pass his time with you? "I don't wanna trouble you," you muttered in response. 
"Sweetheart," he sighed, your heart jolting at the new nickname. "You could never trouble me." 
"Then I'd like you to stay," you said quietly, the lump remaining in your throat but now for an entirely different reason. Was he really so willing to stay with you through another shoot after he'd just done so yesterday? Was that actually a sliver of affection in his tone earlier as he called you Sweetheart? 
Holy fuck. Was Shaun right? 
His brows furrowed as he moved his hand from your shoulder to your upper arm, surely feeling the goosebumps that erupted from your exchange with the persistent Captain. "You're cold," he whispered, moving quickly to shrug off his cardigan and place it on your shoulders before rubbing his hands up and down your upper arms over the thick fabric. It was all you could do not to sigh and lean in to his touch. 
The sound of an impatient huff brought you back to reality. "So can we please just return to the matter at hand, Captain?" you addressed Steve again, noting the visible irritation radiating from him as he kept his gaze fixed on you and Loki. "If you could just go over to that table in the black set, and we can get started."
"Y/N, I just don't get it," he said with a raised voice, spinning in his spot again. "I'm a good guy—"
"Everyone on this team is a good guy," you pressed on. You raised an eyebrow at him as you emphasized, "Everyone."
He glared at you, then at Loki. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Not today, you're not, you little punk." Your gaze turned to the door to find Bucky sending a severely disappointed look Steve's way. "If you really were you wouldn't have to shout it at the top of your lungs, people would just know." He turned to look at you. "Scopes, I'm really sorry if I knew he was going to behave like this I would have stationed myself as his parole officer." 
"It's alright," you answered him. "Like you said, Bucky, you didn't know." 
"Steve, do what she says," the metal-armed assassin instructed the now sulking Captain. "You've wasted enough of her time with your entitlement." When the Captain finally followed, you could feel the remainder of the tension leaving your body, feeling infinitely more relieved by the moment knowing that this particular shoot would soon be over. 
The shoot itself didn't last fifteen minutes, the awkward atmosphere creating an environment that was so tense you could almost feel that the two super soldiers just wanted to exit the studio as soon as possible. You faintly heard remnants of Bucky conversing with Loki, thanking the god for calling him as soon as he'd heard about Steve acting out. 
The information took you aback. He'd approached Bucky? Voluntarily? You were always under the impression that he found the two soldiers intolerable, that he would rather sit through one of Tony's self-aggrandizing two and a half hour long speeches than be in a five minute conversation with either of them. 
"Alright, I think I have what I need," you said loudly for the benefit of everyone in the room, standing up and walking away from the set you'd prepped with Shaun not even two hours earlier so that you wouldn't have to look at Steve a moment longer than necessary. With those goddamn puppy eyes that were putting you through an unwarranted guilt trip even though he was most definitely the one who should feel guilty for making you feel like you needed the backup of his best friend and your--
And Loki. Not 'your' anything. Just Loki, you thought bitterly. 
In the end, Bucky ended up choosing the shot that would go on for the July layout, reasoning that the Captain shouldn't be anywhere near you until he's had a chance to cool down and realize that he most definitely owed you an apology for cornering & interrogating you the way he did. And that he owed Loki an apology for shit talking him behind his back, too.
"I'm really sorry again for Steve's behavior, Scopes." Bucky's tone had been rife with remorse and secondhand embarrassment as he lightly nudged at your shoulder with his hand. 
"Your bestie needs to learn how to handle rejection," you remarked, giving him a small smile to show him that you didn't hold anything against him for how the other super soldier had chosen to act around you. "I'll uhh…see you in a few days for your shoot?" 
"You can count on it." He pointed a finger at Steve. "You. Training Room. We're gonna spar. Give me a reason to beat some sense into your idiotic head." 
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After grabbing lunch with Shaun, Nat, and Wanda, it was time for Sam's shoot. That had gone exceptionally better than your previous appointment. No checkups and no backup needed, just two friends laughing away the entire shoot and the entire premise of Tony's proposition toward the other models. 
"Can you imagine their disappointment if I go out and tell them 'I win y'all!'?" he pondered, chuckling as he posed for another picture in the same set that Steve had been in this morning. "Nah…Horns would probably rip my head off and mount it on his wall if I did." 
"Come on," you grumbled from behind your camera, giving him a hand signal to turn slightly to his right. "Loki wouldn't do that." Although from the aura he had during the exchange with Steve earlier, you were almost convinced that he would. "What would he care if it was you?" 
"Uhh…Tweety, he'd care," he insisted. "Because it would mean that it's not him." 
"Alright, Big Bird, what aren't you telling me?" 
"Do you honestly not know that ever since this entire thing started, he's been in the front of the group whenever the shoot ended? Looking like he refuses to let oxygen enter his cocky ass lungs until whoever walked out tells us all that it's not them?" You furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion. "Motherfucker you really didn't, huh?" 
"Dude you kinda sounded like Fury for a second there. I mean…I never heard him say the word, but it kinda feels like something he'd say when he's alone, you know?" 
"Don't avoid the question, Tweety. You really didn't know that that's what's been going on these last few days?" You shook your head at him as you signaled for him to stand by the window instead, letting the wall of the studio be his backdrop instead, which he quickly complied with. "Y/N if I didn't know that you had it bad for him, I'd feel sorry for the guy." 
"Wait wait, hold up." You put your camera down on the ground so that you could give him a proper look. "You know?" 
"You're obvious," he said simply. "At least to me. And I just want you to know this. If his shoot comes up and he doesn't take the opportunity to shoot his shot? That's his mistake. Just don't make the same one." 
"What do you mean?" 
"I mean, little Tweety bird, if he tries to be all proper Asgardian gentleman on his shoot, it's on you to climb him like those trees you always do when we're on a mission, and go for the kill shot." He emphasized his point by bucking his hips and making a slapping motion with his hand, making you break out in a maniacal bout of laughter.
"You fucking dork."  
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Hearing your laugh bleeding through the closed door simultaneously made Loki's heart swell and ache as he sat outside waiting for Wilson to exit your space despite him already knowing that the outcome of this shoot would be a negative as well, based on his conversation this early morning with his brother.
On the one hand, he was relieved that your mood had taken a turn for the better once your appointment with Rogers had concluded. And hearing evidence that this current appointment was much more lighthearted than the last had him breathing easier for it meant that he need not be concerned for your safety while you were alone with the veteran soldier.
On the other, however, hearing your laugh made him ache and yearn for you, finding himself once again wishing that whenever he found himself alone with you, the atmosphere did not feel as heavy as it always did. As if you felt that if  you spoke one word out of line he would cut you down. It made him wonder if that sliver of hope that he was holding on to that he'd be the one you so boldly stated in Rogers' face that you were in love with was truly him holding on to nothing.
He found himself picturing how completely shattered his heart would be once Strange's appointment came up and the vain former Midgardian healer turned sorcerer emerged from your studio, a triumphant smile on his face, as he declared for the entirety of the team that you were his. Would he be able to handle seeing you the next day, on his appointment? How comfortable would he be around the very woman who'd unknowingly destroyed him? Would he even tell you about his affection? 
No, he answered himself resolutely. He would keep his emotions a secret if that be the case. He would wish you well, and hope that the sorcerer would treat you with the respect and devotion you deserved. 
"I only wish for you to be safe and happy," he muttered into the emptiness of the common area. "Even if you do not find that with me, my love." 
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A/N: Never thought I'd be writing Steve with them "I'm a nice guy!" vibes and yet here we are…whew. 🥴
Next 2 chapters will be written by Mochie and I can confirm…there's an extra little surprise for the next chapter that'll have us all 🤣 in our seats
Now…I'm off to write for the requests pile again because I'd like to have some good progress done on this before requests open up again in less than 230 followers 😳👀
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