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❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡 : 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐀𝐉

— CW: 18+. Smut. Fingering. Slight Exhibitionism (yes, again). Slight age gap (reader is 21, A.J. is 31). | Word Count: 1.3k (not proofread!)

— a/n: Happy second day of the Anyafest! Sorry for the delay. Had some little complications hehe.

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“Where did you learn to play piano, Mr. A.J.?” You ask with a curious tilt, crossing your legs as you sit on the lid of the large black piano. His lips curl to a smile as he breathes a little chuckle. “What? I just want to know.”

“You are an inquisitive young lady,” A.J. replies, his pale fingers dancing over the piano tiles and maintaining a conversation with you without even looking, pure muscle memory. It fascinates you. Everything about him is mysterious and fascinating— he might be one of your favorite father’s colleagues. You know very little about him, you’ve known him for half a year and been captivated by him for half of that time. “How come your father hasn’t come looking for you?”

“He’s too busy chatting with Mr. Carter” You shrug. “Plus, the party was getting a little crowded, it is nice to find a quiet spot.” And to be alone with him, of course.

The empty music room was always a sanctuary, but when he is there showing off a talent you can’t still figure out completely, as if he was born with it— you seem to forget about the outer world. A part of you wishes he could feel the same but he has never shown signs of it. A.J. has never declined your presence either so you are at least sure that he enjoys having you around, whether it’s for courtesy for being his friend’s daughter or because he genuinely likes you. You have no clue.

“Must be tiring for a young socialite like yourself.”

The teasing edge of his voice makes you smile. You remain quiet for a little while, only enjoying the melodic tune coming from the strings underneath you. If you focus enough you can feel the gentle vibrations of the piano, a sensation somehow comforting. “So,” A.J. is the one who broke the silence. “What happened with that boy I saw you with last month?”

The question throws you off. He has never asked something so personal; you pout with another shrug, not really knowing what to say. “It wasn’t anything serious. I guess we were looking for different things. He wanted a compromise right away… and now that I think about it, he wasn’t even my type.”

“Oh, is that so?” He stops playing for a moment to crack his fingers, noticing how your eyes drift to the flex of his wrists and knuckles. “And what’s exactly your type?”

With a hum, you swing your legs. “I don’t know— I think he was trying to rush things, so definitely a rusher isn’t my type.”

“In what way?”

“He was talking about marriage after the second week.”

This time he laughs and you join him. Your laughter mixes with the music and you can swear you have never heard something more beautiful. “That is rushing things,” You were glad A.J. agreed with you. “And what else?”

“Well, a smart man never hurts anybody. Maybe older than me for a change.” It was a risky answer but you don’t have much to lose.

“An older man?” A.J. quirks an eyebrow waiting for you to elaborate.

“Yeah, not much though. I don’t want him to be ancient. I think ten years older would be my limit.” You look away as you say these words— kind of embarrassed for highlighting the exact age difference between A.J. and you.

A.J. seems to ponder your answer but his face doesn’t change much. After another round of silence, he stops playing again. Standing up from the small velvet stool he towers in front of the piano to close the lid. “Ten years isn’t much, I suppose.” You decide to try something bolder; turning your body, to face him fully. Your bare legs dangle over the piano lid, almost brushing his thighs.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” Another smirk draws on his lips, but this time is quite different from any other you’ve seen. His left hand brushes over your ankle, his index finger tracing the strap of your heel. “I guess I’d be fine with dating someone ten years younger.” Your heart jolts at his words, blinking as if you couldn’t believe what he just said. A.J. chuckles at your reaction, raising his hand to caress your calf all the way to your knee. His hands are surprisingly warm, and you find yourself drawn to the feeling.

“Mr. A.J.?” You whisper, leaning back slightly when he inches forward slowly.

“Just call me A.J, dollface. I’m not that old.” His palm ventures to your thigh, his fingertips touching the hem of your red dress. “You know, red looks good on you.”

“Thank you” You mumble sheepishly.

Hovering over you, his lips kiss your jaw chastely as if he were testing the waters. “You are a very beautiful lady, I’m glad you got rid of that boy.” Sliding his hand between your thighs, he touched the fabric of your underwear. “Tell me to stop and I will, okay?” A.J. whispers, returning his lips to your cheek and kissing it repeatedly. You nod weakly, spreading your thighs as much as the dress allows you to. His thumb traces your clothed folds, teasing you.

He continues caressing you, taking his time despite knowing that someone could walk in at any moment. But something tells you that he isn’t going to stop anyway. Finally, he touches your clit, circling it deliberately. A soft moan from your part makes him smile again, you are not even surprised in the slightest that his hands are even more skilled in more ways than one. It feels like ages have passed until he finally moves your panties to the side, collecting some of your slick to continue his assault on your clit.

“So wet already… is this all for me?”

“Yes,” You breathe, your thighs tensing with delight. He fucking knows what he is doing with that husky voice of his. “All for you.”

“Good girl.”

A.J. slides one finger, releasing a small grunt of amusement when your walls hug his digit tightly. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about this. Of course he has seen the way you look at him, always biting your lower lip, addressing him so politely and nicely, always batting your mascara-coated eyelashes… everything you do is alluring to him. Adding a second finger to the mix, he makes sure to lift his hand so the heel of his palm rubs against your clit. Reaching to remove his hat, he places it over your head. “You look gorgeous.” A.J. compliments you. His hat fits you a tad big, but you can still see him despite the dark brim. You want to thank him, to show him your damn gratitude for making you feel so good but you can’t. He crooks his fingers inside you, rubbing them against your G-spot and causing your whole body to jolt forward.

“That’s it, good girl—” He coos at you, leaning down and moving his neck to the side to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. “Are you going to come?”

“Uh-uh,” It’s a dumb, mindless mumble but it’s enough. He speeds up, charmed by the wet sounds that your pussy makes for him— for A.J. that’s even more lovely than any tune his fingers can play… this is a different type of music; primal and raw, passionate and erotic. His favorite one.

“Not yet.” He withdraws his fingers, kissing you again when you moan in discontentment. “Patience, dollface. Not here. Let’s go to a place where I can listen to you properly.”

You look at him with puppy eyes, pouted red lips, and a heaving chest. “My room is upstairs…” It’s an offering, and one he wouldn’t decline. A.J. smirks again, bringing his coated fingers to his lips and licking them clean. The action is short and silent but it speaks volumes.

“That’s better. And keep the hat, precious. I want to see you with it while you ride me.”

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cinnamongorll · 5 months

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a fragile line - chapter 17

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse, eventual smut.

Fic synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

Word count: 5k

Chapter 17: 'Nothing Fucks With My Baby (NFWMB)'

The following afternoon, approaching Juliet’s old community.

Joel's POV:

Joel was familiar with the spark of awareness that spread across his skin when a gun was trained on him. The burning feeling that flashed down his arms, the tightening of his muscles, the ire that wrapped around his heart, squeezing tight. Joel welcomed that feeling; he craved it sometimes. The adrenaline that shot through his bloodstream, sharpening his mind, strengthening his body, and then he would move: disabling those who shot at him, or shooting back. Whether it was the sick crunch of their necks, at the cold mercy of his arms, or a bullet through their skulls, Joel would do the job. He would stand over his latest killing, breathing heavy, as he relished in the stillness of their chests and the knowledge that he would live another day.

Joel was never afraid of staring down the barrel of another’s gun, not until Juliet.

Four men stood before them, each holding up a shotgun. They were quick, quicker than Joel had expected when he noticed the watchtower over the edge of the fence. Seconds later, they had opened the gate and circled Joel and Juliet like wild cattle. Joel had grabbed Juliet’s arm and pulled her behind him, his gut twisting when he couldn’t protect her from every angle the men had positioned themselves in. The adrenaline had started to pound through his body, the roar of blood rusher in his ears as his fingers pressed deeper into Juliet’s arm. Her head whipped around them, the loose waves of her dark hair smacked against the arm of his jacket. Joel knew he had to do something, had to think of some way to defend her, to keep her safe. But they were out of ammo and outnumbered. With Juliet’s body pressed against his, his usual confidence was gone, fear was now his most prominent emotion.

“Don’t move!” one of the men shouted, he was tall with ginger hair, almost covered by the dark hood he wore.

Joel had to say something, explain that they didn’t want any trouble, that this was some misunderstanding. He had assumed they would recognise Juliet but the men in front of him only had a cold hunger in their eyes. For more than just their blood, Joel thought, going by the frailness of their bodies.

“Stop!” a voice cried out, “It’s me, It’s Juliet!”

Joel’s head turned to the woman pressed against his back. All four of the men froze, their creeping movements forward paused as their eyes scanned Juliet’s body from head to toe. Seconds later, recognition flared in their eyes.

“Juliet?” the ginger one gasped out, his eyebrows pinched together as his hands unconsciously began to lower his shotgun. The other men followed his actions, peering closer at Juliet.

She pulled away from Joel, putting at least a foot between them. That sick feeling in his gut worsened, he wanted desperately to pull her back against him, to wrap her in his arms, throw her over his shoulder and get the hell out of here. For what was supposed to be a homecoming for Juliet, she looked undeniably terrified. But she was still the woman he knew, so Juliet straightened her back, wiped her expression of any fear and transformed her mouth into a relieved smile.

“Thank god we made it,” she gasped, her voice pitched higher than usual. “Thought we’d be in that forest forever,” Juliet continued, laughing as she spoke.

Juliet had this unique ability to camouflage herself. He hadn’t noticed it back in the QZ, when he would watch her from a distance throughout their shifts together, listening to the conversations she had with other workers. But journeying across the country together, just the two of them… Joel had a front row seat to the several masks Juliet carried with her. When they had run into those men in the supermarket: she became this ruthless killer, practically begging to kill the men who had kidnapped that girl. Back at the gas station, Joel blinked and Juliet had become Blake’s loyal servant, giggling and fluttering her eyelashes.

And the night before, when he had her pressed against that tree, watching as the cruel motions of pain, regret and terror had rippled in her eyes… Joel watched as Juliet lied to his face.

She had promised him that this place was safe, ‘the safest place for her,’ she had said. But Joel had watched that mask fall over her features, he had watched the sparkling light go out in her eyes as her voice numbly uttered those words.

“Fuck , Juliet,” one of the other men drawled, shaking Joel from his thoughts. “Thought you were dead,” he said, shock flickered across his face as he, too, lowered his shotgun.

Joel stiffened, more pieces added to the never ending puzzle of Juliet’s life.

Juliet shrugged and raised her arms, a picture of cool indifference. “Guess not,” she replied with a small smile, then her eyes quickly lifted to Joel’s face.

Joel’s eyes bore into her, she blinked and looked away.

The men dotted around them were shocked, not by her words, but by her attitude. Their eyes slowly trailed down her body to her hands now perched on her hips. When their gazes eventually made their way back up to her face, the men’s eyes had an appreciative glaze coating them, like they were looking at something appetising.

Joel wanted to rip their eyes from their skulls.

Juliet shifted under their intense stare, moving her arms across her chest. “My father’s expecting me,” she announced, lifting her chin.

At the mention of her father, the men stood up straighter, like a barrel of water had been tossed over their heads. They glanced at each other, a couple of them nodding towards the fence, passing an excruciatingly silent conversation between them. Joel’s hand curled with unrestrained rage. When he didn’t know what was happening, when he didn’t know how to protect Juliet, Joel always turned to anger.

Joel stepped closer to Juliet, his hand hovering over her shoulder. It looked like he was claiming her, asserting some connection to her.

The men noticed his movement, and the scowl that covered his mouth. The ginger one nodded down to Juliet. “Who’s this guy?” he asked, as if he had only now noticed him next to her.

Before Joel could answer, Juliet fortified her masked expression then pointed her thumb towards Joel.

“Oh, this is Joel,” she answered, “he got me here in one piece in exchange for some supplies.”

The men looked at each other, their eyebrows raised.

“That right?” the ginger one questioned.

“That’s right,” Juliet said, stepping closer to the hooded man. Joel had to fight his arm to not grab hold of her and drag her back to him.

“I know my father would do anything for my safe return, so you will get this man whatever he would like,” she ordered, tilting her head to the side with a cunning smile.

The ginger one swallowed and stepped back again, nodding to the men on his right. Joel followed his gaze as two of them headed back to the fence.

“Alright,” he agreed. “But we gotta search you first, no weapons inside the fence.”

Joel had expected this, he was out of ammo anyway, but he wasn’t about to lose his knife. Juliet had assured him this place was safe, that she would be safe here, but he’d yet to see any proof. He eyed her, waiting to see how she would react to the man’s orders. Joel was following Juliet’s lead here.

She turned her head towards Joel, titling her chin down in a firm nod while avoiding his eyes. Joel swallowed, clenching his teeth, as he pulled his backpack off his shoulder and started to pull out his weapons. One of the men came to stand before him, his hand outstretched expectantly.

Joel pushed his gun into the man’s hand, then dropped his bag to the ground to be searched.

When he turned towards Juliet, he almost lost it.

She stood tall with her arms above her head as the ginger one patted her down, his hands roaming down to her waist. Every muscle in Joel’s body locked up and he had to force himself to not pull his knife out. When his hands began to roam down her legs, Joel had had enough.

“Watch it,” Joel growled, his voice lethal. The man’s movements halted before he reached Juliet’s ankle. His hands left her body and he turned towards Joel, ready to give him an earful about the rules of the community, but his smug smile disappeared the second he met the fury burning in Joel’s eyes.

The man straightened, picked up his gun from the ground, and took two steps back from Juliet.

Joel didn’t break his stare, even as the other man began to pat him down. Their technique was severely lacking because he clearly missed the knife in his inside pocket. When he was done, he turned back to the ginger one and nodded. “They’re good.”

The ginger one turned his body towards the fence, then nodded back at the other man. “Let’s get them to Elijah,” he said.

His words made Joel stiffen, there was something menacing about their tone. Nothing about this felt right, nothing about this whole situation felt like a daughter returning home to her loving father. Elijah’s name fell from the man’s lips like a warning. Joel was growing uneasy.

Juliet had started to move forward, slowly following the men towards the fence. Her footsteps were stilted, her posture tight.

When she realised Joel wasn’t following, she turned towards him and pulled her lifeless gaze up to meet his intense stare. Behind his dark eyes, Joel’s mind was buzzing with indecision. He could take her away from here; he was coming to realise that he would go anywhere, take her anywhere, as long as she could be by his side. But that wasn’t his decision to make, and they had a deal. He curled his hands into fists as his jaw tightened.

Juliet’s eyebrows furrowed, her mouth opening and closing as she considered what to say. Then she swallowed and shook her head, the movement subtle. “It’ll be okay,” she said with a small smile which didn’t reach her eyes. Her voice was almost a whisper but her words screamed in Joel's ears, raising the hairs on his arms, tightening his already tense jaw.

Joel moved forward, his hand outstretched. He didn’t know what he was going to do but his heart was crying out for him to grab hold of her arm, pull her back to his side and run.

The fence ahead of them could have been the fiery gates of hell from Juliet’s haunted expression.

But just as his feet began to creep towards her, a voice called out.

“Come on!” the ginger one shouted, standing beside the other man at the open gate. His words made Juliet jump and her eyes pulled away from Joel’s. Joel had stopped moving, now standing still beside her. He looked down at Juliet, searching her face for a hint of indecision, for a sign that she was unhappy with her choice to return home. He wouldn’t take her unwillingly, but with one desperate word from her lips, he would steer her away from his place.

She said nothing more. Joel watched as Juliet straightened, running her trembling hands over the straps of her backpack, and started walking towards the fence, quicker this time. Her feet moved with a new, desperate urgency.

That feeling in Joel’s gut was almost unbearable, it felt like a combination of every time he was forced to watch tears fill Juliet’s eyes, when he had to see her in pain. Joel followed her retreating steps, then he began to move quicker, hastening his stride to catch up with her.

He would follow her anywhere, even for the last time.

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Juliet’s community was a ghost town.

As they walked down the street, flanked by the two men, Joel could only hear the sounds of their footsteps hitting the cracked concrete. Every house they passed was silent, there was no sound of laughter, no conversations drifting in the wind. Joel would have thought they were empty, if he hadn’t noticed the occasional twitch at a curtain. When his eyes would follow the movement, the curtain immediately fell. These people were scared. Of him? Or was it something else? Someone else?

He glanced at Juliet as they walked side by side, his gaze drifted over her face, searching for any hint that she, too, was shocked by the town’s emptiness. He found nothing in her expression, her face was tight as she stared ahead. She didn’t look around, didn’t move her head at all. Her steps even unconsciously moved around the larger cracks in the road.

Juliet knew exactly where she was, and exactly where she was headed.

With every step, Joel’s hands clenched tighter into fists, his knuckles growing a stark white against his tanned skin. His anger was simmering on his skin, waiting for something to happen, waiting for an opportunity to release the fear that boiled inside him.

He was getting really sick of the two idiots beside them. They weren’t prisoners, this was Juliet’s home, they didn’t need escorts.

Another five minutes passed as they made their way through the haunted streets. Joel noticed that Juliet’s steps began to slow. Her gaze was still locked in front of her, but her body had visibly tensed. Joel’s head turned, searching for a threat as he moved closer to Juliet. Seconds later, the loud screech of a rusted hinge cut through the eerie silence as a door swung open. Joel’s eyes followed Juliet’s wide stare to the house at the end of the street.

An older man stepped through the front door, the wood was cracked and the remaining blue paint was almost completely faded. He was followed close behind by the other two men they had met at the fence. Joel watched as Juliet’s entire body flinched.

When they reached the house, they stopped. Joel and Juliet were now surrounded by the four men and the new figure who had begun to stride down the porch steps to greet them.

The first thing Joel noticed was his stare. His eyes ran over Joel, a flicker of confusion darting across his face before his piercing gaze landed on Juliet. The man didn’t appear surprised to see her, instead, for a brief moment, he almost looked enraged, like the sight of her had triggered some habitual response. It was gone as quick as it appeared, and the older man’s features morphed into a combination of relief, shock, and delight. His eyes lit up as he scanned Juliet from head to toe.

“Juliet, you’ve returned!” he choked out, before striding down the remaining steps and heading towards her. His arms were outstretched, ready to wrap around her.

When he was just a few steps away, Joel moved, stepping in front of Juliet. The man, Elijah, Joel presumed, staggered to a stop. Joel hadn’t meant to interrupt this reunion but every protective instinct he had for Juliet kicked into gear. His thoughts had faded to a dull murmur in his head, Joel’s every action was driven by pure instinct, that gut feeling had forced his feet to move, to shield Juliet. Still, a distant part of his brain wondered why he felt this way? Why was he so determined to protect Juliet? Why was it so hard to let go?

Joel buried that thought deep in his head, and shifted his stance, ready to face whatever Elijah would send his way. He couldn’t think about why, all he knew was that Juliet was under his protection right up until the last second of their time together. And this man didn’t look unwell, didn’t look like he was at all close to death as Juliet had made him out to be. Her story was unravelling with every second they spent in this town.

Elijah’s eyes trailed over Joel, raising his head to scan Joel’s fierce expression, and tilting his chin to examine him right down to his worn boots. Joel didn’t flinch, he returned an equally weighted stare, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes dark.

Juliet was strangely silent, she made no move to step around Joel or greet her dad. Joel was right: something was really off about this. Before Joel could turn to her, to assess her expression and try to form some kind of plan in his head, Elijah broke the tense silence.

“Julietttt,” he called, in an almost musical tone, tilting his head to see beyond Joel’s hulking form. “Who is this?” Elijah asked softly, moving his hands behind his back in a stance of pure apathy. His men had begun to move closer, Joel noticed their hands twitching towards the guns hanging from their shoulders. Their eyes kept darting to Elijah like they were waiting for some signal. Joel only had his knife and he wasn’t stupid enough to think he could go against four young men with a shotgun each, and whatever Elijah had on him. Joel had to be smart about this.

But Joel didn’t get a chance to think, to plan, because a second later, Juliet stepped out from behind him and walked straight up to her father. She looked confident, happy even to see her father after such a long time, a quiet smile had graced her mouth. But Joel saw the slight falter in her steps and the tremble of her fingers as she wrapped them around the straps on her shoulders.

“Joel got me here, I’ve promised him weapons, food and a vehicle for my safe return,” Juliet said, her voice clear and authoritative. “I told him about your generosity, father, I hope this is alright?” she added, a slight quiver forming in her words.

If Elijah was surprised at all, or angered by her request, he didn’t show it. Instead, a smile overtook his mouth and he nodded firmly. “Of course!” he declared, and turned to face Joel. His grin didn’t falter as his pale eyes met Joel’s dark gaze. “Thank you, Joel, for returning my daughter to me,” he said, but the smile that marked his face didn’t reach his cold eyes.

Joel tried to catch Juliet’s eye but it was obvious her mind was far beyond his reach. Her eyes were vacant, another mask had veiled her true feelings. Or maybe this was her true reaction, maybe there really wasn’t anything to fear. Joel had judged the community by its barren appearance, but it didn’t look dangerous, there were no outward threats that he could find, just a lingering feeling of dread.

Joel nodded, and clenched his teeth so hard he thought he’d chip a tooth as he watched Elijah step forward and wrap his arms around Juliet. At first, Juliet’s entire body froze but, after a second, her arms reached up, returning the embrace. Joel had to look away.

When they pulled away from each other, Joel noticed that Elijah kept a firm grip on Juliet’s arm.

“James, Sean, take Joel to the armoury and let him take his pick. We have more than enough to spare,” Elijah ordered, turning to two of the men. They looked pissed.

“You can stay here tonight, if you wish, we wouldn’t send a fellow survivor out into the dark,” Elijah added, with a laugh. “There is a room above the bar, James and Sean will show you.”

Joel hadn’t even noticed the night approaching, he was too preoccupied with watching every flicker of emotion that crossed Juliet’s face. Juliet was staring at him now, waiting to see what his answer would be. Joel’s eyes drifted down to Elijah’s fingers circling her wrist, his firm grip tightened when he noticed Joel’s attention.

That simmer of rage began to burn, there was an inferno swirling within him now, desperate for an outlet. But he had no right, there was no concrete proof that this place was unsafe. It was creepy, yes, but Juliet had given him no indication that she needed saving. Joel would respect that, but he still searched her eyes, looking for a hint of fear behind the vacant mask she wore.

Joel realised they were waiting on his answer and he nodded, his chin dipping in one hard movement. He would stick around tonight, make sure he could stomach leaving her here.

“Fantastic,” Elijah said, his smile subtly shifting to a grimace as he turned to Juliet. “Shall we, my sweet Juliet,” he drawled, moving to tug her towards the house. At the sound of his endearment towards her, Juliet‘s whole body flinched. She looked like she had been slapped across the face. For one brief moment, her mask slipped, and Joel saw a spark of terror in her eyes.

“Stop,” Joel called, his eyes didn’t leave Juliet.

“Yes?” Elijah asked, turning back towards him, one eyebrow raised.

Joel ground his jaw, hard. “I wanna say goodbye,” he answered, his voice like steel as he tilted his head towards Juliet.

The look in Elijah’s eyes was murderous, but his grin didn’t falter. He shrugged and released his grip on Juliet's arm, one tight finger at a time. Joel finally allowed himself to take a deep breath.

Juliet walked over to him, her steps were slow. When she reached him, Joel titled his head down towards her, his eyes scanning her face. After a moment, he saw something thaw in her cool stare. Joel could feel Elijah’s eyes on them, so he kept his voice low. “Thought you said your dad was sick?” he asked quietly.

Juliet bit her lip. The movement startled Joel, his gaze flickered down to her mouth, then back up to the deep brown of her eyes. “He is,” Juliet insisted as she shifted on her feet, then crossed her arms over her chest.

“Just say the word and we can go,” Joel stated, his words barely legible as he struggled to keep his voice low and his rage contained. Juliet looked shocked, her eyebrows pinched together as he stared up at him. “I -” she started, then stopped herself and turned to glance at her dad. When her gaze returned to Joel, she swallowed and shifted her arms, tightening her hold on herself. “Thank you, Joel. For everything,” she whispered and squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them again, her eyes had turned glossy. “I’m home now… go find your brother,” Juliet murmured with the gentle curve of a smile, then uncrossed her arms and reached her hand down to Joel’s. Her small hand slid over his rough fingers and squeezed… then she was gone.

Before Joel could even blink, Juliet had slipped away, her quick steps striding back over to Elijah. Joel could still feel the heat from her touch on his skin as he watched Elijah grip her shoulder and lead her up the steps towards the large house. The wood had rotted in multiple places and some windows were entirely frosted. It took every ounce of his control to not follow her, not run after them and rip her from her father’s grip. Joel resisted every primal instinct screaming within him.

“Let’s go,” one of the men, James or Sean, said to him as they walked past Joel’s frozen form. “Armoury’s this way.”

Joel felt himself nod, but he couldn’t look away from that house. The rage trapped inside him had transformed into ice. Glacial shock now flowed through him, stiffening his muscles, piercing his heart.

“Now or never,” the voice called again, shaking Joel from his trance. He turned, finally pulling his eyes away from the old house. He rubbed a hand over his jaw and nodded at the men.

As they made their way down the darkening street, leaves crunching underfoot, Joel couldn’t help but feel that he was walking away from a part of himself he hadn’t even realised still existed after so many years surviving in the wasteland of this world.

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About an hour later, after they showed Joel his gifted supplies (which he would collect in the morning), James and Sean led Joel to the town’s ‘bar’.

Joel didn’t agree with that term.

What he stepped into was the renovated bottom floor of a decrepit building which appeared to be the remains of an old store. It was dull, the only light came from hanging bulbs in a few areas of the room. The back wall was shelved with rows and rows of bottles of varying size and colour behind a long counter and mismatched stools. The rest of the room was filled with an odd mix of tables and chairs. Joel was surprised to see most of them filled. This was where everyone was, apparently.

Eyes followed him as he walked through the room, towards the man tending the bar at the back wall. Voices hushed and fingers pointed, but Joel ignored it all. Once he was seated on one of the stools, his near empty backpack on the floor, Joel leaned forward and dropped his head into his hands. The murmurs had picked up again and Joel allowed the noise to drown out the screaming thoughts inside his head. When the bartender approached, Joel ordered a whiskey with the intention of numbing that twisting feeling in his chest.

The bartender eyed him with confusion but Joel wasn’t going to explain his presence, let them all be wary of him, he thought. Joel was afraid he would start punching if someone got too close to him right now, if someone tried to ask him why he was here.

A glass of whiskey was slid over to him and Joel downed it in seconds, his head tilted back as the cold glass grazed his lips and the hot burning liquid poured down his throat.

The glass hit the table with a thud when he brought it back down, his hand gripped it tight. Joel was tempted to see how much force he could apply before it began to shatter. He would welcome the pain, he craved a distraction from the turmoil raging inside him.

Joel contemplated a second drink, maybe if he kept drinking it would keep him from stalking over to Juliet’s house and throwing her over his shoulder.

Just as he began to gesture towards the bartender, the man’s face dropped in shock. His mouth hung open and his eyes widened as he stared over Joel’s shoulder. Joel raised his eyebrows, and moved to turn, searching for whatever had spooked him.

At that moment, Joel noticed a man striding towards him, pushing his way through the many patrons. He was young, probably around Juliet’s age, his hair was slicked back behind his ears and murder danced in his eyes. Joel stood, bracing himself as the young man marched straight for him.

“This him?” the man barked towards the bartender, as he continued to eye Joel. The bartender stood with wide eyes, but he managed a nod in response. Joel’s eyes flickered between the both of them as he shifted his stance, subtly moving his feet into a fighting position while the young man took those last few steps towards him. A second later, the younger man threw himself at Joel, gripping his shoulder with one hand and pulling the other back to land a punch. He didn’t succeed, Joel growled and caught the man’s hand in his fist, twisting it at an unnatural angle and pulling it behind him. Before the man could retaliate, Joel had both of his hands pinned behind his back and he pulled him against his chest. Joel was breathing heavy as the man continued to struggle in his grip, he was no match for the strength Joel possessed.

Some men in the bar had stood up, their chairs scraping against the floor while they watched, but no one moved to help. At once, murmurs started to travel through the bar as the men pointed, not towards Joel this time, but towards the man restrained against him.

“You’ve killed her,” the man in his arms began to hiss. “You fucker, you’ve killed her.”

Whatever buzz the whiskey had given Joel was completely gone.

The bartender finally awoke from whatever shocked daze he was held in and he caught Joel’s eye. “Bring him this way,” he instructed, moving towards a door along the side of the back wall.

Joel snarled and gripped the man tighter, ignoring the words he gasped out, and pulled him through the door after the bartender.

When they entered the backroom, the bartender pulled the man free from Joel’s grip and pinned him against the wall. Joel staggered back, gasping out a ragged breath. “The hell you talkin’ about?” he demanded, facing the young man now held against the wall.

“Juliet,” the young man gasped. “You’ve killed her.”

Joel swore he saw red flash across his vision. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his knife as he stalked closer to the man. He had stopped struggling, falling limp in the bartender’s grip. As Joel got a better look at him, he finally noticed his appearance. The man’s face was gaunt, purple circles darkened the skin under his eyes, and his hair hung limp over his face, the greasy strands no longer tucked behind his ears.

“If you don’t start explainin’ right fucking now, this is goin’ in your throat,” Joel growled, lifting his knife to make his point. The man pressed himself harder against the wall behind him and swallowed rough.

“Who the hell are you?” Joel demanded when the man didn’t instantly answer, his voice low and steady as he ran his thumb over the knife’s edge.

The man stared back, his eyes burned with a terror similar to what was churning inside Joel.

“I’m Ethan,” he croaked out, then squeezed his eyes shut and let out a long breath, before opening his eyes back into Joel’s dark gaze. “Juliet’s boyfriend.”

Joel’s entire body tensed, he almost dropped the knife in his hand. But Ethan wasn’t finished, he inhaled another breath, licked his lips, then swallowed again.

“And you’ve signed her death sentence bringing her back here,” he spat, venom dripping from his words.

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american football positions are called shit like "tight end" and "edge rusher" yet supposedly none of the characters are gay? full backs with good penetration? a guy in the pocket whos good at finding holes? sacks? ball handling? i know its well tread territory but come on!!!! the writers gotta do something with this. we need a fruity quarterback.

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Kinktober Day 10

Wen Junhui (준휘) – Masturbation/Caught Masturbating

Word Count: 603

Warnings: established relationship, dom-ish reader, sub-ish Jun, caught masturbating, reader watches for a little bit so maybe voyeurism?, slight dirty talk, mention/alludes to punishment, slight cum play, no real dom/sub relationship,

It wasn’t often you came home from work early and yet here you are, standing in the doorway of your shared house. You would’ve texted Jun to let him know you’d be early but you thought he’d like the surprise.

As soon as the door shut, you could hear soft groans echoing around the otherwise silent house. You wondered what it was for a minute before it clicked in your head.

Your boyfriend was….masturbating? Did he do this every night before you came home or is he just extra horny today?

You decide that it’s most likely the latter since you had left him high and dry this morning, realizing you were late for work and promising him you’d make it up to him tonight.

You couldn’t help but smirk, just imagining what he looked like right now. You’d walked in on him masturbating only once before and he looked so hot covered in sweat and stroking his leaking cock.

Silently, you kick off your shoes and drop your bags, being careful to not alert him of your presence. You tip-toe upstairs, the sound of husky moans getting louder and louder until you’re outside your bedroom door.

You wince when the door creaks open but let out a sigh of relief when he doesn’t register it. You can’t help but stare, admiring how his head throws back against the pillows and his hand stroked his hard cock.

His thumb comes up to tease the tip, spreading around the beads of precum that has formed. You clamp your thighs shut, feeling yourself get wet at how pretty he looks and how pretty his moans are.

It’s like he’s putting on a show, his hips grinding up into his hand as if it’s not enough. You can tell he’s close, his stomach clenching as his cock twitches. You clear your throat.

His head snaps up, eyes opening to stare right at you as his mouth drops open and he rusher to sit up but you stop him. “Don’t stop on my behalf Junnie,” You smirk, seeing the way his cock jumps at the nickname.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” You walk over, sitting on the edge of the bed as you watch him pout and go to complain. You look at him with a raised brow and he stops, his hand coming down to wrap around his desperate cock again.

You grin; engrossed in the way his hips immediately buck up into his hand in search of friction. He can feel your stare on him, your eyes raking up his torso to his chest that has a thin layer of sweat on it.

It doesn’t take long before his cock is twitching, his hips thrusting desperately up into his hand until he stills and ropes of sticky white cum land on his abdomen. He lets out a deep groan followed by a variety of curses and your name.

He strokes himself through his orgasm, opening his eyes to see you smirking. You reach down to run your finger through the small pool of cum, watching as he bites his lip and tries not to get hard again.

“Such a naughty boy for toughing yourself without me,” You tut, cum covered fingers tracing his v-line and abs in a way that has him shivering under your touch.

“I even promised you this morning that I’d let you have your way with me and yet I come home early to surprise you and find you fucking your hand,” You pout but he can see the smile on your lips because now you get to punish him.

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Cal To Face Texas Tech In Independence Bowl

Game Scheduled For Dec. 16 At Independence Stadium

BERKELEY - Following a three-game-win streak to close the regular season, the California football team has accepted an invitation to play in the Independence Bowl on Dec. 16 in Shreveport, Louisiana.

The Golden Bears (6-6) will meet Texas Tech (6-6) from the Big 12 Conference. The game will air on ESPN and begins at 6:15 p.m. PST.

"We would like to thank the Independence Bowl for selecting us," Head Coach Justin Wilcox said. "Our team finished the regular season strong to earn this selection and is excited to have the opportunity to play one more football game together."

It will mark the third time Wilcox has led Cal to a bowl game, and it's the 25th bowl appearance in program history. Cal is 12-11-1 all-time in bowl games. The Bears last played in a bowl right before the pandemic in December 2019 when they defeated Illinois in the Redbox Bowl.

Cal is led by star running back Jaydn Ott, who won the regular season Pac-12 rushing title with 1,260 yards on the ground to go along with 11 touchdowns. Redshirt freshman Fernando Mendoza has been a revelation at quarterback since earning the starting job halfway through the season. He's completed 62.4% of his passes for 1,447 yards and 13 touchdowns over eight games played, including starts in the last seven contests. He was named the Pac-12 Freshman of the Week after leading the Bears to a 27-15 win over Stanford in the 126th Big Game.

The Golden Bears have had a knack for big plays on defense, tying for the nation's lead in fumbles recovered (14) and ranking tied for second in turnovers gained (25). Cal also has three defensive touchdowns to rank tied for 13th nationally. The Bears' defense is anchored by freshman inside linebacker Cade Uluave, who was named the Pac-12 Defensive Player of the Week two of the final three weeks of the regular season. Edge rusher David Reese has surged lately, recording 5.5 sacks over the final three games and earning Bednarik National Defensive Player of the Week honors after Cal's regular-season finale at UCLA.

Cal rebounded from a challenging stretch of the season in which it faced a school-record four nationally ranked teams in a row. After sitting at 3-6 following a loss at No. 6 Oregon, the Bears reeled off victories over Washington State, Stanford and UCLA to finish the regular season.

Texas Tech, which also won three November games to become bowl-eligible, is led by All-Big 12 First Team running back Tahj Brooks, who ranks third nationally in rushing yards (1,443) and rushing yards per game (120.3). Linebacker Ben Roberts was named the Big 12 Co-Defensive Freshman of the Year and punter Austin McNamara was picked as the Big 12 Special Teams Player of the Year.

The Bears' first bowl game was the 1921 Rose Bowl, where they beat Ohio State 28-0.

#Cal Football #Go Bears #UC Berkeley #This Is Bear Territory

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The Santa Anas

There is something uneasy in the Los Angeles air this afternoon, some unnatural stillness, some tension. What it means is that tonight a Santa Ana will begin to blow, a hot wind from the northeast whining down through the Cajon and San Gorgonio Passes, blowing up sand storms out along Route 66, drying the hills and the nerves to flash point. For a few days now we will see smoke back in the canyons, and hear sirens in the night. I have neither heard nor read that a Santa Ana is due, but I know it, and almost everyone I have seen today knows it too. We know it because we feel it. The baby frets. The maid sulks. I rekindle a waning argument with the telephone company, then cut my losses and lie down, given over to whatever it is in the air. To live with the Santa Ana is to accept, consciously or unconsciously, a deeply mechanistic view of human behavior. I recall being told, when I first moved to Los Angeles and was living on an isolated beach, that the Indians would throw themselves into the sea when the bad wind blew. I could see why. The Pacific turned ominously glossy during a Santa Ana period, and one woke in the night troubled not only by the peacocks screaming in the olive trees but by the eerie absence of surf. The heat was surreal. The sky had a yellow cast, the kind of light sometimes called "earthquake weather". My only neighbor would not come out of her house for days, and there were no lights at night, and her husband roamed the place with a machete. One day he would tell me that he had heard a trespasser, the next a rattlesnake. "On nights like that," Raymond Chandler once wrote about the Santa Ana, "every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen." That was the kind of wind it was. I did not know then that there was any basis for the effect it had on all of us, but it turns out to be another of those cases in which science bears out folk wisdom. The Santa Ana, which is named for one of the canyons it rushers through, is foehn wind, like the foehn of Austria and Switzerland and the hamsin of Israel. There are a number of persistent malevolent winds, perhaps the best know of which are the mistral of France and the Mediterranean sirocco, but a foehn wind has distinct characteristics: it occurs on the leeward slope of a mountain range and, although the air begins as a cold mass, it is warmed as it comes down the mountain and appears finally as a hot dry wind. Whenever and wherever foehn blows, doctors hear about headaches and nausea and allergies, about "nervousness," about "depression." In Los Angeles some teachers do not attempt to conduct formal classes during a Santa Ana, because the children become unmanageable. In Switzerland the suicide rate goes up during the foehn, and in the courts of some Swiss cantons the wind is considered a mitigating circumstance for crime. Surgeons are said to watch the wind, because blood does not clot normally during a foehn. A few years ago an Israeli physicist discovered that not only during such winds, but for the ten or twelve hours which precede them, the air carries an unusually high ratio of positive to negative ions. No one seems to know exactly why that should be; some talk about friction and others suggest solar disturbances. In any case the positive ions are there, and what an excess of positive ions does, in the simplest terms, is make people unhappy. One cannot get much more mechanistic than that. Slouching Towards Bethlehem, 1969, Joan Didion.

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Seeing as you love the nerd jock pairing I'm curious now on who you would pair the doctor with. List all the jocks speedrun? :P

Nerd x Jock any% speedrun let's go

Listed in the rough order I came up with funny things to say about them:

Nearl: Big (Wo)Man on Campus, star quarterback of the football team, also plays basketball, baseball, and soccer and runs track and field. Could get athletic or academic scholarships to any college she wants for any sport or major she chooses. Everyone loves her. Regularly has gay gay homosexual gay sex with the cheerleading squad.

Siege: The football team's lockdown cornerback, has scholarship offers from multiple blueblood programs. Also plays soccer, basketball, baseball, and does track and field. Very popular among her peers. Regularly has gay gay homosexual gay sex with Indra.

Gladiia: Spoken of in hushed whispers within the halls of Rhodes Island High School because she led the football team to four straight state championships and graduated top of her class with full ride engineering scholarships from the best universities in the world. Played multiple sports and broke every record in all of them at both the high school and collegiate level, but declined to go professional in favor of putting her engineering degree to use. The best athlete in Rhodes Island High's history.

Blaze: Nearl's preferred wide receiver and the best player on the basketball team. Has posted a 1000-yard season every year since she was a freshman and the only reason she hasn't broken high school receiving records is because her quarterback has too many targets to spread the ball to. Also plays baseball and volleyball, wrestles, and does track and field. Is the only person to even come close to Gladiia's record in the long jump, high jump, triple jump, or pole vault. Has good grades, mainly because she makes frequent use of the school's tutoring program, but is more likely to go to college on an athletic scholarship than an academic one.

Indra: The team's other cornerback across from Siege. Plays every sport her girlfriend plays and also does wrestling. Also an excellent boxer who could fight professionally if she wanted to. Absolute turbojock. Has regularly shoved nerds in lockers and taken their lunch money. Would be in jail by now if her relationship with her girlfriend didn't keep her on the straight and narrow. Grades are mediocre because she doesn't care for school and knows she's going to college on an athletic scholarship anyway. Will choose her college based entirely on where her girlfriend goes. Regularly has gay gay homosexual gay sex with Siege.

Hoshiguma: The football team's left tackle and best offensive lineman. Also plays center for the basketball team (would be the star player if Blaze didn't exist), is the soccer team's goalkeeper, is a member of the wrestling team, plays volleyball, and has set state records for the throwing events in track and field. Was a delinquent at first and probably would have ended up in jail if Coach Hellagur hadn't convinced her that her natural athletic talent was better used on something more productive than petty crime. Has been a model citizen ever since.

Saria: The best edge rusher on the football team. The only offensive lineman that can stop her is Hoshiguma. Has a killer instinct that lets her put opposing quarterbacks in the dirt, has mastered the art of setting the edge against the run, and also plays center on offense because she's just that athletic and she likes to be bossy and call the shots for the offensive line. One of the center backs for the soccer team, plays basketball, and has a promising boxing/MMA career ahead of her after college. School valedictorian, has full ride offers from top-notch schools for both athletics and academics. Like Nearl, has slept with most of the cheerleading squad. Unlike Nearl, did not stay to cuddle afterward.

Sideroca: One of the strength and conditioning coaches for the school's athletic programs. Is so good at her job that she's somehow managed to get Rhodes Island's mysterious vice principal, known only as "The Doctor", into the weight room a couple times a week.

Bagpipe: The football team's 1000-yard rusher. Her Vouivre strength and speed make her hard to bring down. Will bowl right through opposing linebackers. Plays soccer, does the throwing events in track and field, and is a member of the wrestling team. Also, inexplicably, a cheerleader. Used to work on her family farm before her parents sent her off to live with Horn so she could get a better education and is a bit of a hick as a result. Is extremely sweet to everyone and does not have a single enemy on campus. Even the worst, most stereotypical cliquey high school girls adore her.

Skadi: Absolute ultramegajock. Plays on both sides of the ball as a running back and linebacker. Where Bagpipe is faster and more agile, Skadi just bulls through even the opposing defensive line and will run straight into a nose tackle without a care in the world. Give her the ball on 3rd/4th and short and she will move the chains. Posts only slightly fewer sacks than Saria. Can lift the most on the team despite not being a lineman. Also plays baseball, volleyball, and basketball and wrestles. One of the stars of the swim team. Banned from participating in track and field after she tried to do the shot put, launched the ball into the stratosphere, and nearly killed someone when it fell to earth on the other side of town. Grades are crap not because she's stupid but because she's constantly thinking about her next sportsball game. Gladiia constantly calls her to tell her to take her education more seriously.

Specter: Another ultramegajock. Likes to bully the nerds. Gladiia and Ulpian frequently get called in for parent-teacher conferences after she and Skadi engage in shenanigans. Plays strong safety for the football team and is also the third string running back, because having two living bulldozers wasn't enough and they needed a third. Member of the swim team, the basketball team, the baseball team, and the wrestling team. Grades are better than Skadi's because she at least isn't spacing out all the time, but she still spends a lot of time in detention for getting into fights.

Gavial: Extreme jock. One of the jockiest jocks to ever jock. Plays weakside linebacker for the football team because she likes hitting people. Also wrestles, swims, and plays baseball and basketball. The soccer team keeps trying to get her to join, but she refuses to play because she thinks any sport where you don't get to paste your opponent is for pussies. Hobbies include rock climbing and martial arts. Frequently trains and spars with the other jocks.

Whislash: Played soccer, volleyball, and tennis and ran track in high school and college and would have had a promising pro career if a nasty injury hadn't ended it three years into college. Switched to modeling for a while, somehow made absurd amounts of money in the stock market, and now trains Nearl and Blemishine and teaches at Rhodes Island High because she's bored and needs something to do. Is the volleyball coach and is good enough at her job that the administration overlooks her frequent, not-entirely-workplace-appropriate advances on the Doctor.

Dobermann: The school's hardass soccer coach. Will make you run until you puke and then call you a pussy afterward, but is really good at determining precisely how far she can push her players before it stops being productive. Also coaches wide receivers for the football team and helps with strength and conditioning. Played soccer, football, and basketball in high school and college before joining the Marines and doing two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. Her brand of tough love is one of the few things that keeps the school's troublemakers in line.

Hellagur: Head coach of the basketball team. Played in the NBA and thus has the attention of all his students. Generally very kind and understanding, if a bit mischievous. Is the type of coach who treats his players like his own children and chose his career because he wanted to provide a positive example to young people in need of one.

Texas: Plays soccer (wing) and tennis and is a cheerleader. Generally fairly quiet, but is known as someone you don't want to mess with. Has a lot of admirers among the student body, many of whom are female. Going to college on a soccer scholarship.

Lappland: Delinquent who spends a lot of time around Texas. Also hangs out with Indra and Specter and bullies nerds. Plays soccer (the other wing) and wrestles. Joined the cheerleading squad to get close to Texas and ended up enjoying it more than she thought she would.

Pallas: Alcoholic wrestling coach who's had a few too many concussions in her time. Extremely strange, but there's some very useful advice hidden in the weirdness if you can parse through it. Also played football in high school and college and spent several years in the NFL before the aforementioned concussions caught up with her.

Ch'en: Captain of the soccer team. Also plays tennis and volleyball and is a member of the swim team. Has excellent grades (is the class salutatorian) and multiple scholarship offers from top universities for both athletics and academics. Had almost as many people asking her to prom as Nearl, despite her standoffish personality.

Schwarz: Middle linebacker for the football team and the one who calls the shots on defense. Puts the fear of God in opposing quarterbacks and is third on the team in sacks after Saria and Skadi. Also plays basketball, soccer, volleyball, and tennis and wrestles. Is part of the MMA group and is arguably the best of them. Has solid, but not exceptional, grades and sometimes gets in trouble for fighting. Very pretty, but very hard to approach. Ceylon somehow convinced her to join the cheerleading squad, but she's not really that into it. Very good at it, though.

Beehunter: Member of the wrestling team. Boxes on the side. Does not play any other sports, but typically hangs out with the jocks regardless.

Gravel: Plays football, basketball, baseball, and soccer. Lacks the exceptional athletic talent of some of her classmates, but is the type of person everyone wants on the team because she will give 110% in every practice and leave everything out on the field. Has a crush on the vice principal and will gush about them at every opportunity.

Platinum: Cheerleader, does not play sports at the high school level but intends to participate in archery and the rifle team in college and has been offered scholarships for both. Frequently squabbles with Gravel over who loves the vice principle more. Does not get along with Nearl or her younger sister.

Matoimaru: Plays soccer and has been offered scholarships for it. Is generally very friendly and popular and an excellent athlete, but her grades are poor and she worries about her ability to keep up with the work in college. Would play more sports, but soccer is her passion.

Wild Mane: Plays soccer and volleyball and runs track. Her grades aren't great and she has a problem with staying out of trouble on occasion, but she's received offers of athletic scholarships and is determined to use them to get herself a mechanical engineering degree.

Flamebringer: Plays football, basketball, and baseball and intends to fence at the college level. Highly competitive and not a great team player, but has a great deal of natural talent. His teammates and coaches grudgingly tolerate his attitude and the way he slacks off in practice because they know he'll give 120% in actual games, even if he has to be benched frequently as a reminder that he's not the only player on the team.

Akafuyu: Combination jock and video game nerd. Plays soccer and volleyball and is on the wrestling team, but her true passion is fencing and she hopes to do it at the collegiate level.

Zima: Free safety for the football team, keeps trying to switch to linebacker so she can hit people more. Is the member of the soccer team most likely to get red carded. Also wrestles and does track and field. Frequently gets in trouble for fighting and bullying the nerds.

Mountain: Plays nose tackle and right guard for the football team (eats both blocks and blockers like nobody's business) and is also a member of the basketball team. Plays baseball and wrestles. Has excellent grades and multiple athletic and academic scholarship offers to quality universities. Enjoys boxing in his free time and frequently clashes with some of the other jocks when they pick on the nerds.

Swire: Not actually a jock, but she is the captain of the cheerleading squad. Is a prizewinning equestrian and plays tennis. Ch'en and Hoshiguma keep trying to get her to join the soccer team. She refuses on the grounds that she feels it isn't sufficiently refined, but she's always there to watch Ch'en and Hoshiguma play their "barbaric" sports regardless. Actually joined the cheerleading squad initially so she could have an excuse to cheer them on.

Blemishine: Not as athletic as her sister, but she plays soccer and tennis and runs track and field and is competent at all of them. Joined the cheerleading squad so she could support Margaret. Is only a freshman, but is already taking advanced classes and is working hard to get accepted into top-tier engineering programs.

Liskarm: Plays soccer and wrestles. Is quite good at both. Often found with Franka.

Franka: Cheerleader. Rarely found apart from Liskarm.

Exusiai: Cheerleader, plays soccer and volleyball. Is the life of the party and very popular, but also frequently in trouble. Intends to join the rifle team in college.

Shining: Plays soccer, tennis, and volleyball and is also a cheerleader. Generally quiet and academically successful, but you don't want to make her mad. One of Nearl's biggest fans.

Nightingale: Tried going out for sports so she could hang out with Nearl and Shining and then nearly keeled over during warmups. Tried cheerleading instead out of fear for her own safety and almost hurt herself again, so now she just sits in the stand waving big handcrafted banners to cheer her (girl)friends on.

Mudrock: Plays right tackle for the football team and also wrestles. Known to be very odd, but her teammates generally like her because she works hard, does her job well, and doesn't cause trouble. A few people tried to pick on her for talking to rocks and promptly got suplexed into a mud pit.

Tomimi: Cheerleader and member of the swim and wrestling teams. Joined every team Gavial did to be closer to her, but is struggling to crack the starting lineups. She's a solid sub, though.

Eunectes: The other starting defensive end for the football team. Forms a solid 1-2 punch with Gavial. Also plays basketball and wrestles. Has engineering scholarships on lock.

Cuora: Loves baseball, is very good at it. Not the greatest student, but she can sure as hell knock the ball out of the park.

Meteor: Teaches Home Economics and coaches track. Friend of the Nearl family. Notorious among her students for being bad at technology.

Rosa: Cheerleader, plays tennis. Frequently found at equestrian events alongside Swire and SilverAsh.

Horn: Left guard for the football team, also plays basketball, tennis, and soccer. Bagpipe is currently living with her for access to better education.

Fang: Freshman who is quickly establishing herself as an asset to both the soccer team and the track and field squad. Dobermann is begrudgingly fond of her.

Talulah: Ch'en's estranged sister, left with her father when their parents separated. Spends too much time in the company of her creepy Uncle Kashchey and attends the Rich Rival Private School on the other side of the city. Plays the same sports Ch'en does, and their clashes on the field are legendary.

SilverAsh: Attends the Rich Rival Private School on the other side of the city. Is Swire's rival in the equestrian events and also fences and plays tennis. Met the Doctor once by chance at a sporting event and has been madly in love ever since.

Degenbrecher: Sportsball coach at the Rich Rival Private School on the other side of the city. All her students have a crush on her. Every single player she's coached has developed a femdom fetish. Had a multi-sport career in college and won multiple Super Bowls with the Kawalerielki Knights. Also did some modeling on the side. Has a burning rivalry with all of Rhodes Island High's sportsball coaches.

Sorry, this was originally meant to be a ship list, but my Writer Neurons started firing for the first time in forever and turned it into a full-blown high school AU, so I apologize for that. I don't ship the Doctor with every character on this list, but I think a good number of them are cute, funny, or otherwise workable.

#arknights #ask game #not tagging all of them #there's too damn many #high school au

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