#i tell the coach 'you have a group of three' or whatever and get them to take their group back

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

So weirdly enough I'm sick of being treated like shit

#had a bad fucking day today #i was awake until 5am because i couldnt sleep because i wa so angry at my parents #because my parents have still been misgendering and deadnaming me #its been seven years and i thought they were finally getting better #i woke up and didnt have enough sleep and i had to go to work #but i was determined to try to make the day a littke bette so i got an iced coffee and some candy before work #work is where it all fucking went downhill #because my day actually was getting better after the coffee and candy. i was actively trying to stay positive and have a good shift #i planned a painting i want to do. and my boss said i could go home early cuz i stayed late yesterday #now i gotta explain my job a little. im a concierge at an axe throwing place. so when someone wants to throw an axe i pick a coach #i tell the coach 'you have a group of three' or whatever and get them to take their group back #most of the time the concierges are fairly respected. we tell the coaches when to take groups and when to dismiss them. its fine #but today there was only one coach for the first part of my shift and he was miserable. it wasnt even that busy #but everything i told him was met with a fight or an eye roll. even small things like 'hey your group has ten minutes left' #and he got into our woek geoup chat and was bitching about how people dont do their jobs. which was funny because #he was texting instead of doing his job #i told him he had a group. he went to the back. the group waited for ten minutes. i went to the back because i could see him in the chat #i was sick of his shit and told him to stop texting and take his group. he said no he had shit to say #i told him he was bitching about others not doing their job when he wasnt doing his. he threatened to walk out #it went on like that and finally he told me to fucking leave. and when i get angry i cry. and i was not about to let him see me cry #so i left and just waited until another coach showed up. but i did tear up when i got bscj to the front which the bartender probs saw #im still just so fucking angry and frustrated. trying to have a nice day and do my job and this asshole is bitching but refusing to do his #and im trying to make the day better. i ordered some taco bell. i went home early. i watched a funny show #but i just broke down and i cant stop crying because im so angry and sick of people treating me however they fucking want to #im just so fucking tired

[togrowoldinv]

Coaching Lizzie

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

You are tasked with coaching the cast of Love and Death on volleyball skills. One actress in particular catches your attention

Note: Super self indulgent Lizzie fic time! I haven’t written for her in forever, so I wanted to do something fun. Enjoy!

Elizabeth Olsen Masterlist, Main Masterlist

As soon as you graduated college, you knew what you wanted to do. In whatever way, shape, or form you’ve wanted to coach volleyball. It’s your dream job.

So, when you got the opportunity to coach at a high school you jumped on it. But you never expected that to turn into something more.

One of your player’s parents works in the television industry and knew of a show looking for a volleyball coach. It’s off season so you thought why not go and make some extra money.

And that’s how you find yourself standing in front of her. The Elizabeth Olsen. The Scarlet Witch. You have to admit you’re starstruck.

You clear your throat and speak to the group of actors.

“Hey everyone, I’m y/n,” you say. “I’ll be working with y’all on your volleyball skills. I know you all know each other, so I’ll try to pick up your names quickly.”

“First, we’ll partner up and warm up. One partner come and get a ball from me, please.”

The group pairs up while you get the ball cart ready. The first few people approach you and get a ball.

But when Elizabeth approaches you it’s like the world stops spinning. You hand her a ball and shiver when her hand brushes against yours.

“Hey I’m Elizabeth,” she says, holding her hand out for you to shake.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you,” you tell her. “I’m a fan of- um- well you.” You take her hand and you swear her face turns a shade pinker.

“Thank you,” she says. “I should get back to the-“

“Yeah, yes of course,” you say nervously.

She walks back to the court and you instruct the group on how to warm up with hand contact drills. You do a much lighter version of what you make your high school girls do, but the group picks it up quickly.

You get them working on passing and setting next. It’s eventful, to say the least. Not all actors are athletic. You do have a standout though and you love it.

“Okay, before we go any further, have you any of you played volleyball before?”

Elizabeth is the only one to raise her hand.

“I noticed that,” you tell her. “Let’s take a water break, team.”

They feel a little silly but laugh through a team huddle before saying the word ‘sip’ on three. An old volleyball habit of yours.

You watch as Elizabeth stands back on the end line, ready to play some more.

You approach her. “Elizabeth, were you a setter?”

“I was,” she answers. She turns to you with a proud smile. “Could you tell?”

“Oh yeah. You’ve got setter’s hands,” you say.

“I always had so much fun playing,” she says.

“I bet. And same for me. That’s why I coach now.”

“You coach high school?”

“I do. It’s super rewarding,” you tell her. “Maybe once you get a break from being like the greatest actor of all time, you could coach somewhere.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she says, trying to dodge your compliment. “Maybe.”

“You could. You’ve got the skills, Elizabeth.”

“You can call me Lizzie if you want. I’m not sure why I didn’t say that when I introduced myself. I just got nervous,” Lizzie says.

“You’re nervous?” You ask. She nods and you can’t help but chuckle a little. “I’m right there with you, Lizzie.”

Before you can continue the conversation everyone is back from their water break.

The rest of the practice time is spent with the actors getting somewhat into positions and playing volleyball.

You bid them a goodbye and you repeat the process over the next week. Everyday you and Lizzie talk a little more and your heart fills up with happiness.

On the final day, Lizzie comes up to you after practice. Everyone else has left.

“Hey, do you maybe want to grab dinner?” Lizzie asks.

“Missing your favorite coach already, huh?” You get a wave of confidence. Lizzie blushes. “Yes, I’d love to get dinner.”

“Great,” she says, smiling at you. “I can drive.”

You follow her outside and to the infamous Prius. She notices you giggle at the car.

“It gets good gas mileage,” she says with a chuckle.

“I wasn’t saying anything,” you reply.

You get inside and Lizzie turns on some 70s music. You raise your brow but she explains that she’s trying to listen to music that her character would. You have to respect her process.

At dinner, she orders some southern comfort food and you do the same. Along with some drinks. After you’ve both had a few the conversation becomes more open.

“So, what’s next for you?” Lizzie asks.

“Back to coaching at the school,” you say. “What about for you?”

“Well, after this show I’m not sure. Maybe just relax for a while.”

“No new Marvel movies?” You ask her. She shakes her head. “Come on, you can tell me I won’t tell anyone.”

Lizzie giggles and raises her hands in mock surrender.

“I may know something,” she says.

“I knew it!”

“But I can’t tell you!”

The two of you laugh together for what feels like forever.

“I wish you lived in LA,” Lizzie randomly blurts out.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You lean forward in your chair.

“I just- I’d- I might ask you out if you did,” she says. She ducks her head like she doesn’t want to see your reaction.

“Oh, Elizabeth, if I lived in LA, I’d marry you,” you tell her.

“Oh really?” She replies, a smirk on her face. “Not even date. Just like marry.”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re Elizabeth Olsen,” you reply.

“Ah.” She leans back in her chair. “You’d marry me for my power.”

“Nope.”

“My beauty?”

“As beautiful as you are, nope.”

“My name?” It’s her last guess.

“No,” you reply.

“Then why?” She asks. Her eyes twinkle under the lights as she looks at you with intrigue.

“Because you’re you,” you say. “Not because of what anyone else thinks or whose family you’re a part of. Because I like you for you.”

Lizzie is at a loss for words at how to respond to that. She’s not sure anyone has ever seen her like this. So brilliantly, abundantly clearly.

After just one week of knowing her, you have completely captivated her.

You get the check and ride with Lizzie back to your car. Before you get out of her car, you turn to her.

“So, I guess this is goodbye,” you say. You lean closer to her just enough to put yourself out there.

“Yeah,” Lizzie says sadly. She glances at your lips. “Would it be wrong to kiss you right now?”

“I think it would be perfect,” you say.

With that, the blonde woman leans and presses her lips against yours. Her hand holds your face as yours holds the back of her neck to pull her closer.

It’s the best kiss of your life without a doubt. The softness of her lips mixed with the urgency of her kiss feels so good.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Lizzie says once she pulls away for air. She can’t stop herself from smiling. You share the smile.

You kiss her again softly and you both keep smiling so much that you have to stop kissing.

“I’m going to miss you,” you say.

“I’m going to miss you too, y/n,” Lizzie says. “Will you call me?”

She hands you her phone and you type in your number. She sends you a text so you’ll have her number.

“I’ll call you, Lizzie.”

“Good,” she says. A smile rests on her face.

You kiss for a little while longer before it gets far too late to be out. You again promise to call her.

Something beautiful bloomed this week and you’ll never forget it. You’ll never forget Lizzie.

#elizabeth olsen x reader #lizzie olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen fluff #I knew she was a setter #look at those hands

[hopefulromances]

Long Time Coming I Chapter 13 I The Man

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football prodigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Chapter Summary: Reader is given an award. Jamie is supportive

Word Count: 5.2K

Warning: Some sexism hehehe

A/N: Plot plot plot! But there's some of my favorite jamie x reader moments in this one. Next is Amsterdam!!!!

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

I woke up alone. Now this was something I was used to at this point. Ever since Jamie had started doing his early morning runs with Roy, we hadn’t been spending as many nights together. Not that I liked it, but it was something I was getting used to.

My alarm went off at 6:00, as per usual. I did some yoga, showered, then was brushing my teeth when I got an unexpected text from Rebecca. It read:

            Please come to my office when you get in today.

Hm. That was an unusual text to get from your boss at 7:30 in the morning. I racked my brain trying to think of something I’d done to get a talking to. Yeah, it hadn’t been a great month for us, but it wasn’t anything I’d particularly done.

I finished up with my skin care and decided to head into work early to get whatever this was over with. I arrived at the club not much later, waving at the caretaker as I walked in. The walk up the stairs to Rebecca’s office felt excruciating.

But when I arrived there, it wasn’t just her. I opened the door and there was Higgins, Keeley, and Ted sitting in front of her desk.

            “Good morning, guys,” I entered approaching the group. “I didn’t know it was a party.”

            “(Y/N)!” They all greeted in unison.

            “Ah, that wasn’t creepy at all!” I laughed, trying not to show my nerves.

Rebecca motioned to a third seat. “Please, take a seat.”

I took off my backpack as I sat, holding it in front of me. “I’m not getting fired, am I? Oh my god, you’re firing me?”

            “What? Oh heavens, no!” Rebecca dismissed, shaking her hands. “Why on earth would you think that.”

            “Well, its all of you here, and I just walked in and thought it, I don’t know!” I shook my head. “If you’re not firing me, what are you doing?”

They all exchanged looks excitement filling their eyes.

            “Oooo go on! Tell her!” Keeley insisted, clapping her hands.

            “Tell me what?”

            “The anticipation is killing me!” Higgins chimed in.

            “What anticipation?”

            “She doesn’t even know what’s about to hit her!” Ted added.

            “Please just tell me what’s going on before I kill someone!” I was practically shaking at his point.

            “Oh, alright,” Rebecca addressed me finally. “(Y/N), the league is honoring you with Coach of the Month!” 

The group all cheered as I took in the information.

            “We have a press conference this afternoon,” Keeley told me. “We’ll brief you on everything you’ll need to do but we are just so excited for you!”

            “Couldn’t be happier for you,” Ted smiled. “You’re part of what makes this team great!”

            “Of course, she is! I hired her!” Rebecca hummed proudly. “I always knew you’d be great.”

I frowned. This wasn’t right. None of this was right.  They kept talking at me about what was going to happen. An interview, a photoshoot, a magazine cover but all it sounded like I was underwater. I had to get out of this room.

I stood up, grabbing my bag and leaving without so much as a word. I hurried down the stairs and outside into the car park. Why was I so upset? Why couldn’t part of me just be happy about this? I heard the door open behind me and I knew one of them had followed me.

            “Look, now I know emotions are a subjective thing, but I don’t know usually there’s at least a smile when you get a cool award.” Ah Ted. Just the person I didn’t want to see right now.

I shook my head. “Please, Ted. I don’t want to do this right now.”

            “Now, I’m confused. What exactly aren’t we doing?” Ted asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

            “This!” I shouted, pointing between him and me. “You giving me some anecdote about how I’m good enough and how I earned this because you and I both know that isn’t true.”

Ted furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

            “I know why Rebecca hired you.” The statement hung in the air. The truth behind the whole operation at Richmond. The secret I’d overheard in the coach’s office at the end of Ted’s first season with us. “And it’s the same reason she hired me.” Ted paused, nodding his head. I couldn’t help but let out an ironic laugh at the situation. “We both know that I was hired because she thought it would make us lose.”

Rebecca, so overcome with her hatred of Rupert, hired Ted and Beard and I because she thought it would make the worst coaching team. We would drive the team into the ground ruining Rupert’s favorite team. This was something I tried to ignore but since finding out it seem to legitimize some of people shouted at me on the internet and what Max had said to me before I left. I wasn’t meant to be here. I wasn’t saving the league. I was just a girl pretending to know what I was doing.

            “Now, (Y/N), I don’t know what you think you heard but-“

            “Please cut the bullshit, Ted,” I snapped, cutting him off. “I’ve worked really hard to get past it, but I don’t deserve an award when I’ve done nothing to earn it.”

Ted’s mustache twitched. “You’re right. Rebecca hired both of us to make some point to Rupert. That is true. But something else that’s true is that you’ve consistently proved her wrong at every turn.” I opened my mouth to say something, but Ted held up his hand. “Now, you might not see it, but Beard and I and even Roy, we all depend on you to keep this whole thing afloat.”

I let out a breath and wipe at my lips as I stare at him. I certainly hadn’t been feeling like that recently. Since the West Ham match, we’d been on a losing streak, and I’d been so in my head about all of it that I couldn’t do my job.  

            “I just…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore Ted. And this Coach of the Month is just another bullshit excuse for me to know that I’m not meant to be here.”

All I could hear in my head was the sound of my failed dreams and Max’s taunts and the paper missing the bin over and over and over again.

            “Hey (Y/N),” Ted’s voice appeared much closer than I thought he would be. “Do you remember that puzzle metaphor I told you about?” I scrunched my face up, nodding my head. “Well, that metaphor has a lot of different meanings. Maybe you should try to put it together again.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “Can’t you just tell me what you mean for once, Ted?”

            “I mean,” He chuckled at my frustration. “You’re stuck in a rut, yeah? So, instead of trying to put the puzzle back together the same way over and over again… maybe you were putting it together the wrong way. Maybe you need to… try something new. And maybe…” He nudged me, forcing me to look over at him. “Maybe you should let someone help you put that puzzle together.”

I still didn’t get it. Well not fully. But I think I understood the gist of it. The funny thing was as we were staring at each other, Roy and Jamie came running up. Jamie smiled at Ted and I coming to run in circles around us.

            “Mornin’ Coaches,” He smiled, starting to run in place.

            “Tartt! You’re not done yet! Get to the training room and start lifting.” Roy followed up; a bit slower.

Jamie groaned loudly. “I ain’t even stopped or nuthin’. I were just sayin’ hi.”

            “Go!” Roy barked, pointing towards the door.

Jamie rolled his eyes dramatically before shooting Ted and I a wink. Roy shook his head as Jamie made his way inside, seemingly off to the training room.

            “Mornin’ Roy, good training with Jamie?” Ted asked Roy.

            “As good as it can be,” Roy grunted. “What are you two doin’ out here?”

Ted looked over at me, motioning for me to tell him. I shook my head at him, grunting that I wouldn’t. Ted hummed back that I absolutely would and that we wouldn’t leave until I said it. I let out a huff.

            “The leagues giving me some bullshit title of Coach of the Month that doesn’t actually mean anything but they’re making a big deal out of it,” I informed Roy finally.

He grunted is a way that sounded vaguely positive. “Good for you.”

            “Fuck off.”

            “Alright.”

The day was filled with Keeley throwing me through the PR wringer. What to expect, what to say, what not to say. I wasn’t super excited about it, but Ted’s words were rolling around in my head. I hated puzzles. I’d never liked them. I thought I’d figured out Jamie’s puzzle but now there was another puzzle. When would it end.

            “Okay, the most important bit is the press brief we have this afternoon. They’ll bring in you and some of the lads to talk about you as a coach,” Keeley told me, writing down some notes.

            “What will they be asking?” I questioned, trying to look over her shoulder.

            “Oi don’t be looking over my shoulder,” she reprimanded, shouldering me away. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. “They’ll ask you probably your normal annoying questions about being a woman, but also about the team and such.”

I grumbled. “I didn’t hear them asking Pep what it was like being bald why do I have to talk about being a woman.”

            “That’s because no one cares what it’s like being bald,” Keeley pointed out, giggling. “Being a woman is actually interesting.”

            “Is it really?” I rolled my eyes. “So, uh… what guys will be coming to talk about me?”

Keeley hummed as she flipped her notebook shut. “I dunno, I was gonna ask to see who wanted to later. Do you have anyone in mind?”

Yeah. Yeah, I did. “No, I don’t want to force anyone to do it.”

            “Sure. And Ted is gonna introduce you, of course.”

            “And this is all happening tomorrow?” I pushed out of my chair. I’d already waisted the whole day, I at least wanted to get to the end of training.

            “Yup!” Keeley smiled at me. “Don’t stress, you’re gonna be great.”

I shot her a sarcastic smile. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna love it. It’s gonna be amazing.”

…

Later that night, I was resting in Jamie’s lap. I felt goosebumps spreading over my body as Jamie’s hand stroked my stomach lazily. On the TV, an episode of New Girl that I’d seen hundreds of times played but I wasn’t really paying attention.

            “Jamie…” He hummed, letting me know he was listening. “Did they tell you about this… Coach of the Month thing?”

His face broke out into a smile as he looked down at me. “Yeah, it’s great, innit? So, fucking proud of you.” He tightened his grip around my waist, shaking me proudly.

I found myself blushing at his praise. Even though I thought it was kind of stupid, Jamie being proud of me was affecting my happiness a little too much.

            “Yeah… I guess… I don’t know what I think about it,” I admitted, rolling so I was looking up at him. He cocked his head, motioning me to continue. “I guess, I just don’t know if it’s because I’m a good coach or if it’s because I’m a woman or whatever.”

Jamie scrunched up his face pursing his lips in confusion. “What… why would they do that?

            “I don’t know to make themselves look better?” I sighed, lifting myself off his lap and leaning forward. I ran a hand through my hair. “I just… I’m not sure I’m ready to go out in front of all those people and talk about myself.”

Jamie leaned forward so his shoulder was touching mine, stretching his neck so he could try and rest it on my shoulder.

            “What are you doing?” I asked, looking over at him.

            “’m trying to comfort you, you daft idiot,” he explained, rubbing his cheek on your shoulder.

            “You’re acting like a cat,” I crowed, trying to push him off of me. But he wrapped his arm around mine arm pulling me into him, rubbing his cheek all over my shoulder and neck. “Stop!”

He grabbed my legs and pulled them up into his lap, pulling me so I was sitting on him.

            “Look, whatever happens tomorrow, just know that me,” he pressed his cheek into mine. “And the rest of the lads know how amazing you are. Not just as a coach but as a person. But especially as a coach.”

I giggled, pressing back into him. “What about you Jamie? How are you feeling about playing Man City this week?’

He shrugged. “My stats level up against Man City. They’ve played well this year but we’ve got the ability to win.”

            “No, Jamie… I mean,” I turned around, so I was facing him, my legs now straddling his waist. “How do you feel, like you.”

He frowned, his nose scrunching up in a way that was far too cute for one man. “I feel… uh… I feel fine.”

I reached up and rubbed the space between his eyes. “I don’t think you do babes, you’re gonna give yourself wrinkles.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning his neck back. His neck was so exposed, it was so tempting to just… lean forward and kiss his Adam’s apple. I looked up and decided to play a little bit. I leaned forward and kissed him, right on the bottom of his neck where the skin sunk in a little bit. He hummed, the vibrations tickling my mouth.

            “Jamie, baby,” I murmured, kissing up his neck, finally finding his Adam’s apple. He groaned in response. “C’mon, I want you to talk to me.”

            “Can’t talk when you’re kissing me like that,” he croaked, his voice deep and gravely. So, I stopped, pulling away from him completely. “Hey! Wait!”

I started to slide off of him, but he wrapped his hands around my waist and yanked me closer to him. He buried his head in my neck kissing me furiously. I shrieked grabbing onto his hair to tug him back.

            “Jamie, if you talk to me I’ll give you the best blow job of your life,” you waggled your eyebrows at him.

He whined, cracking his neck back and forth before slouching back. “I feel… fine. I guess. Haven’t heard from me dad in a while. It’s not like… I’m afraid he’s gonna be there but not knowing is worse.” I nodded at him, rubbing his collarbones. “But fuckin’ Zava’s probably gonna take the attention anyways.”

I gave him a sympathetic smile. “Well, it’s okay to be worried about your dad but… we’re at home. We’re on your turf. He doesn’t even need to be allowed in if you don’t want.”

            “I’m not gonna ban me dad,” Jamie grumbled. “I just… want to know.”

I nodded again. I gave him a satisfied smile before pulling him down into me to make good on my promise.

He wanted to stay over that night, but I insisted that I wanted to maintain my regular routine for the next day. But laying in my bed that night, staring up at the fan, I wished he was there with me.

I arrived at the club early. Like 6:30am early. The groundskeeper had barely arrived by the time I got there. But I was nervous. I’d been able to avoid press conferences, manage photo events and stay in my lane for the most part but today it was all on me. And why was I wasting a day doing this when we had out Man City game this weekend, I’ll never know.

            “Oh, my god, how long have you been here?” Keeley asked, handing me a coffee as she walked into the press room.

            “Since 6:30, I couldn’t sleep,” I told her accepting the drink gratefully.

Keeley clicked her tongue at me soothingly. “It’s gonna be alright, you’ve got this. I just want you to be yourself up there, yeah? We’re starting with the photo shoot first today, the press conference will be this afternoon, when the boys are free.”

And that came faster than I expected. After a long day of cameras and poking and prodding I was left staring at the door of the press room. I could practically hear it, the flashing of the cameras, I could feel it, the stares of the journalists waiting for me to slip up, waiting for their next scoop. Ted was in there right now, talking me up. I picked at my thumbs, trying to steady my breath but I was struggling to find it. I felt like my head was buzzing, and that my heart was moving at a thousand beats per second. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to drown out the now blinding florescent lights.

Suddenly arms were wrapping around me, holding me so tight. “Hey, it’s okay, I got you.”

Jamie. I immediately latched onto him. I didn’t care if we were in public, I didn’t care if someone from the press room got a peak at this, all I cared about was Jamie’s steady heartbeat helping me regain my control.

            “There you go,” He murmured, lips brushing against my temple. “Just breath, love.” I did as he instructed, finally finding the control of my breathing. I let myself blink my eyes open and look up at Jamie. He smiled at me, brushing some of the hair out of my face. “There she is.”

            “Hi, Jamie,” I squeaked at him, resting my chin on his chest.

            “You know it’s kinda nice seeing you be the needy one for once,” he said to you.

I gaped at him, scoffing. “Don’t say that, I’m having a panic attack and you’re gloating?”

            “I gotta take it where I can find it,” He chuckled. Then he leaned down and kissed my temple, his lips lingering there. “You’re gonna be amazing in there.”

            “What if I’m not… what they want?” I croaked. “What if I mess up or do something stupid.”

            “It would be right funny if you did that!” You gasped and hit his chest. “Hey! That hurt. I’m just sayin that you could become a meme.”

            “Jamie!”

            “Alright, alright, jus’ there’s no way they won’t want you cause… I mean you’re everything there is to want,” Jamie noted, as if it was easy, as if it was simple.

I felt that breathless feeling again but this time it wasn’t because of panic, it was because of Jamie. I smiled with my lips tucked, looking between his eyes before reaching up and kissing him. He kissed me tenderly, softly. In a way that made me hum in contentment. I probably would have stayed like that if it weren’t for the next intrusion.

            “Oi!” Roy’s voice made us jump apart. “If the two of you want to keep this a secret, then you better stop kissing in the fucking hallway.” He growled as he marched towards us. “Tartt, go get changed you’re gotta be in there in 5 minutes.”

I looked over at Jamie surprised. “You’re coming to talk about me?”

            “Obviously?” He stated, rolling his eyes. “Even if we weren’t dating, you’d still be my best friend.” I just about melted at that one.

            “Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhh,” Roy groaned loudly, grabbing Jamie by the arm and starting to drag him down the hallway. “Good luck, (Y/N).”

I laughed, covering my face as I watched them go. Then the door to the press room opened and Keeley poke her head out.

            “You ready, babes?”

I watched Jamie disappear into the locker room and I felt that tell-tale flutter in my chest. I felt okay. I was going to be okay.

            “Yeah, let’s do it.”

She pulled me into the room as Ted was finishing up his speech.

            “(Y/N) (L/N) has overcome incredible odds. And she has done it with a smile. So, without further ado, it is my honor to present you with (Y/N) (L/N)!”

I walked up on the stage to scattered applause. I waved hesitantly sitting down in front of the microphone. As I did, they all flooded the stage putting up their own recording devices. My eyes darted around the room at the different reporters until they landed on the back of the room where Rebecca, Higgins, Trent, and Keeley stood. I nodded at them, glad to have some friendly faces in the room.  

            “Uh… hi! I’m (Y/N) (L/N)…” I started, looking around to focus on someone. How did Ted do this? “I’m happy to be chosen as the Premier League’s Coach of the Month. Uh… does anyone have any questions?’ Immediately the room exploded as all their hands raised up. “Um okay you, in the front row.”

            “Hi Ms. (Y/N)-“

            “It’s Coach (L/N).”

            “As a woman, what do you think the league can do to work on intersectionality across the teams?”

I furrowed my eyes brows. “That question doesn’t even make sense.”  

Again, the hands raised, everyone calling out my name. I pointed to someone in the back.

            “Coach, do you think being a woman has enhanced your ability to coach men or made it more difficult to understand the difficulties of being men in sports?”

            “That’s like two questions shoved into one and the answer is no.”

            “Coach (L/N), when you applied for the job here at Richmond did you do it to prove a point?”

            “What? That’s not-“

            “Where do you think the feature of the league is in terms of gender equality?”

This was going about as well as I thought it was going to be. I let out a frustrated sigh as they continued to shout questions at me. In the back of the room a door opened and in walked Colin, Sam, and Jamie. Colin waved at me, crossing his arms at his space in the back. I looked across the back of the room, at Ted and Keeley, Colin and Sam, and Jamie. The people in my life that made this possible. That made me possible.

            “Okay, okay, everyone listen up,” I announced, hitting my hand on the table. The room went quiet. I shot Keeley an apologetic glance before taking a deep breath. “Listen, I didn’t take this job because I wanted to make some big statement about feminism or gender inequality or intersectionality. I took the job because I wanted to play football for money, just like any of the lads on the team.”

“And if you really cared about gender equality, you’d be talking to the many female coaches that coach the women’s league. Or the many female players? Why don’t we talk about the wage inequality when the women win more games? That’s what you should be asking me about!”

I leaned back in my chair and looked around the room. The reporters were all silent until one, Marcus Adebayo, raised his hand.

            “Yeah, Marcus,” I called on him.

            “Coach (L/N), how do you feel about Richmond’s chances against Man City on this weekend?” He asked, pen at the ready.

I paused for a second, let out a huff. “Thank you, you know Man City has kept us down for a long time, but I think our chances look good.”

…

Our chances were not good. The game was bad play after bad play, the boys were just not at their best. You wanted to blame it on Zava, the bastard decided to retire without telling anyone and didn’t even show up to the game. It was depressing and everyone felt it.

            “Yeah… it was tough out there today,” I said to the reporter after the game.

            “You are Premiere League’s Coach of the Month; do you feel like there was something more you could have done to secure this win?” The reporter asked bluntly.

            “That’s somewhat of a redundant question. I’m an assistant coach. I do the best I can, but the boys are the ones who need to win, and they just didn’t have it today.” I replied, shrugging. “That’s all I have time for, sorry.”

I left the reporters with a small smile and started towards the locker room running a hand through my hair. This had been tough, and Keeley hadn’t been able to show up. Something about Shandy and a baby lamb and a lot of poop. I’m sure I’d hear about it more later.  But for now, I walked into the depressing atmosphere that was the locker room.

I looked around the room, the boys sat silently in their despair. Jamie sat on the floor in front of his cubby like he did when he was upset. I glanced over at Bead and Roy who gave me a pair of sad smiles back. I looked over at Zava’s empty cubbies and frowned. I hated Zava. To come here and bring these boys hope then abandon them without a word I’d never be able to forgive him for that.

            “Gentlemen, Hey,” Ted Emerged from the office. “That was a tought on tonight. Okay? Man City has still got our number. That… that’s all right.” The boys murmured a sad response. “We’re gonna get another crack at them later in the season. Uh-huh. Coach,” He addressed Beard. “No practice tomorrow yeah?”

            “That’s right”

            “Okay, well, I’ll see y’all on Monday,” Ted finished starting to turn around.

            “Hey, hey. Hey Coach!” Sam spoke up. “What about Zava? He quit the team.”

I looked back over at Ted, wondering the same question myself. Ted sputtered a moment before answering. “Technically he retired from the whole sport, which does make it feel a little less personal, yeah? You know, like if, uh, your girlfriend runs off with some dude and it turns out they were soul mates.”

Again the boys grumbled a response, something about Gina Gershon was in the mix but it was mostly positive. I thought Ted might end it there, but he didn’t.

            “Look. I hear you, okay? Zava is gone. And You what? I think it’s a good thing.” I perked up, interested to see where he was going with this. “Well, I do! Okay, look. Do I wanna win? Heck yeah? But I also wanna do it with folks that wanna be here.” I nodded, agreeing with his sentiment. “It’s not like we could handcuff him to his locker and make him love us.”

            “We could have tried,” Dani cried from his spot. I could help but let out a chuckle, knowing that he really meant it.

            “Hey, guys, look,” Ted regained their attention. “We got a good thing going here. Alright? We didn’t need Zava. Yeah?” Ted looked over at Jamie who nodded. I felt my heart warm knowing Ted was using Jamie’s words to encourage the team. “All we need to win are the fellas in this room right now. And all you fellas need to do is believe it.”

Just as he spoke the believe sign behind him fell, the torn pieces revealing themselves. The boys all starting clamoring shouting in fear.

            “It’s a sign!” Bumbercatch shouted.

            “That’s it. We’re doomed,” Colin agreed.

In the moment it was hard to disagree with them. Things hadn’t been great recently. And this just felt like the final nail in the coffin.

            “Hey, knock it off, okay? We’re not doomed. No one is doomed,” Ted putting his hands up to calm everyone. “But, Bumbercatch, yes, you’re right. It is a sign. I agree.” He took down the two pieces and ripped them in half. I felt myself reaching out to stop him, not even knowing I was doing it, but surprisingly, Jamie’s hand on my leg stopped me. I looked down at him and he nodded towards Ted. “Belief doesn’t just happen cause you hang something up on a wall. Alright? It comes from in here.” He pointed at his chest. “And up here,” at his head, “ and down here.” At his stomach.

“Only problem is, we all got so much junk floating through us, a lot of time we end up getting in our own way. You crap like envy, or fear, or shame.” I swallowed hard, biting my lip. I knew he was right, I’d been letting my fear and shame of who I was get in the way of my happiness. Of my abilities as a coach. “I don’t wanna mess around with that shit anymore. Do you?”

We all shook our heads, some of the lads responding with a ‘no’, or a ‘no, coach’

“No, me neither. Hell no.  Well, you know what I wanna mess around with? The belief that I matter, you know? Regardless of what I do or don’t achieve. Or the belief that we all deserbe to be loved. Whether we’ve been hurt or maybe we’ve hurt somebody else.”

“Or what about the belief of hope? Yeah? That’s what I wanna mess with. Believing that things can get better. That I can get better. That we will get better. Oh, man. To believe in yourself. To believe in one another. Man, that’s… that’s fundamental to being alive. And look. If you can do that, if each of you can truly do that…” He ripped the sign in half again. “Can’t nobody rip that apart.”

With that he walked over to the middle divider and slapped the ripped-up sign down on top of it.

“See y’all, Monday?”

The whole team responded with a ‘Yes, Coach’ before turning back to their cubbies to get ready to leave. But I stayed there. Staring at the broken sign. I wanted to believe. I needed to believe. And this team, these people, they helped me believe. Come what may, this whole room had my back.

…

I was still thinking about it as I arrived home that night. I didn’t expect Jamie to come over, it’d been a long day and he was waking up early still to do extra training. So, when he knocked on my door, I was surprised.

            “Jamie? What are you doing here.” I asked him, pulling him inside.

            “I wanna tell people about us,” He answered quickly. My eyes widened. “I know why you’ve been wanting to keep it a secret and I get that; I do. But… what Ted said today I just… I believe in us. I believe in you making me a better person and I don’t… I don’t want to hide that anymore.”

I stared at him, unsure of how to respond. I didn’t know if I was ready yet for the whole world to know. For ours to become theirs. I loved Jamie, I really did but what if it changed too much. Or worse, what if people tore us apart. Luckily Jamie continued speaking before I could answer.

            “You don’t have to decide right now. I just wanted to put it out there.” He nodded at me before leaning down and kissing my cheek. “Alright, I’m gonna go now.”

And he was out the door.

Fuck.

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[unlimitedhearts]

I'm almost done with the next two installations of my fic series, but my GOD life really just wants to GET AT ME huh.

Anyway, here's a little teaser for you for the next part.

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“So how many people actually know?”

“Are you sure you want the answer to that question?”

“Absolutely I do! Also how are you drinking that?”

“Very carefully,” Peter chuckled, tipping the coffee cup into his mouth as he hung upside down. “In time you will learn, Young Padawan-”

“I’m literally six months older than you,” Harry laughed, leaning against the signal tower.

“And yet still green behind the ears! Anyway,” Peter narrowed his lenses, just to shoot a look at him, “The answer to your question is like. A lot actually.”

“Is this going to be one of those answers I’m going to hate?”

“Probably,” Peter snickered, hopping down from his web onto his feet and deftly swinging the coffee cup around so it didn’t spill. “Mary Jane and May, obviously. Otto and Li figured it out, but I told you that. Miles’ mom, and his friend Ganke too.”

“Okay okay, pause, rewind,” Harry started, placing a hand on Peter’s arm. “I get telling MJ and May, but you told your students mom before you told me? That’s cold.”

Peter opened his mouth to respond just as sirens cut across the street beneath them. “Put a pin in that! I do have a response!”

Peter tugged his mask on and leapt off the signal tower. As many times as Harry saw him do that, he’d never get used to it. He followed in short order, swinging right beside Peter after a car on a joy ride. Pete didn’t have to coach him on the equations it took to swing right, that he got the hold of fairly quickly, but he did have to coach him on the art of fighting his own battles.

Harry could hold his own against someone like Flash (though he got his ass kicked nine out of ten times), but against career criminals and Hunters? That was a different beast. He was a hundred and ten percent sure that the suit was doing a lot of the heavy lifting when it came to whatever fighting prowess he had. Pete latched onto the top of the car, while he told Harry to stop it from the front, as it came to a screeching halt there was a group in a car further ahead that decided to get out and double back on them. 

“I’ll go high! You bring ‘em down!” Peter shouted, backflipping off the car, taking a guy with him. They worked in tandem, Peter liked to fight in the air where he had more control, whereas Harry hit harder on the ground with the help of the suit. His punches extended further out, taking out two or three guys every time. When Peter got high up, Harry grabbed him and pulled him down. Teamwork like this was exactly the reason he’d wanted Pete by his side.

The two of them were equal and opposites, they complemented each other so well. Like tater tots and chocolate! Peanut butter and guts! Harry paused and shook himself off, unsure where that thought had come from. Peter swung by, kicking the last guy in the head just before their fist made contact with his face.

#parksborn #insomniac spider man #insomniac spiderman #harry osborn #peter parker #spiderman #spider-man #parksborn fic

[catamano]

6:47am - Georgia

By the time my alarm finally goes off, I’ve already been awake for at least an hour. I didn’t sleep very well last night, I think I woke up twice. I roll over to grab my phone, which has somehow made it to the floor. I guess it’s time to actually get up. I shake off my blanket and sit up, my alarm still blaring. I lean down and grab my phone, silencing the alarm with the button on the side. 6:47am, ew, at least it’s almost Friday. Sixteen texts, all from my math class group chat. My teacher posted the grades last night. I guess I was asleep or at the game. What’s the website again? I might as well check my grade now. Power something. Before I can think of it, I remember there’s an app.

“Peach? Are you up?” I hear my dad ask, followed by a knock.

“Yeah,” I respond, yawning. Username… What did Mom make it? This was my first test of the year, so I’ve never actually logged in before. I’m sure she sent it to me.

“There’s no hot water this morning,” Dad tells me.

“That’s fine, I showered last night,” I reply. As soon as I got home, I showered and passed out. Our game went on forever, we barely won in the third set. Coach gave me about a five minute in the second set break before she threw me back in. At least my shoulder doesn’t hurt this morning. I turn to my left, giving it a slight stretch. Just kidding. 

“Breakfast in twenty,” he informs me. I don’t say anything in response. I hear him knocking at Lucy’s door, relaying to her the same thing he told me. 

I find the username and password in my texts with Mom. The username is just my name and the password is her usual password to everything. 1122050407010119. It looks like a random assortment of numbers, but it’s actually all of our birthdays strung together. I type them both into the app and wait for it to load. I think I did okay on the test. Math isn’t my strongest class this year. The home screen pops up and I press on my math class. I have a C? 72/100 on the test. Shit. That’s three points away from failing.My school doesn’t do D’s, so anything under a 70 is counted as an F.

There’s another knock on the door, quieter this time, I’m guessing it’s Mom. “Good morning, love, are you awake?” she asks. 

“Yeah, I’m awake.” I stand up, leaving my phone on my bed. I can’t believe I got a C. I’ve never gotten a C. At least it’s only the first test.

“Can I come in?” Ugh. Not now.

“I’m getting dressed.” I still need to figure out what I’m going to wear today. There’s no game, which means I don’t have to dress up. Thank god. I’m too tired to think of an outfit.

“I can wait,” she says.

“What do you want?” I ask her, slightly annoyed. I open my closet and see clothes everywhere. I really need to do laundry. 

“I want to talk to you about something,” she replies.

“Dad already told me about the shower.”

“It’s not about the shower.” What does she want? There’s no way it’s about my test. She and Dad stopped checking my grades years ago.

“Okay. You can’t talk to me about it later?” I quickly change into a t-shirt and my last clean pair of jeans. Black on black, nice. My jeans feel a little loose, so I grab the only black belt off my shelf. It’s actually Mom’s belt, she let me borrow it months ago. I forgot it was still in here. Should I even wear this? Whatever, it’s fine. Mom’s expensive belt it is.

“Are you upset?” I just got up five minutes ago. What does she need at seven in the morning?

“No, just tired,” I sigh, dragging a brush through my tangled hair. If the grades are up, that means we’re definitely getting our tests back today. Great. I can’t wait to see how bad I did.

“Did you sleep okay?” I roll my eyes. Really, Mom? I don’t feel like having a conversation through the door.

“Just come in.”

The door opens and in steps Mom. She seems to be in a good mood this morning. Can’t relate.

“Hi,” she greets softly. I don’t turn around.

“What?” I bluntly reply. I’m staring at her through the mirror.

“Are you okay?” 

“Fine,” I lie, “I’m just tired.” If I tell Mom that I did bad on my test, she’s just going to tell me it’s okay. It’s normal to fail sometimes, love. That’s not what I want to hear right now.

“Georgia-”

“What do you want, Mom?” I interrupt. I wish she’d leave me alone.

“What’s wrong?” She’s standing behind me, watching me with concerned eyes.

“You had something you wanted to talk to me about,” I remind her.

“That can wait. What’s bothering you?”

“Seriously? You came in here to tell me something and now you’re not gonna tell me?” I’m frustrated now. 

“I’ll tell you after you tell me what’s bothering you,” she says. She reaches for my shoulder, I pull away.

“I already told you. Nothing,” I lie for the second time. I know she doesn’t believe me, but I don’t care. Mom lies, I can too.

She frowns, clearly not satisfied by my answer. “We both know that’s not true.”

“So now you’re calling me a liar?” I retort.

“Georgia-”

I cut her off again, “Tell me or get out.”

She doesn’t respond. I know she’s not going tell me whatever she wanted to say. Whatever. I’m not surprised. Not telling me things seems to be her favorite thing to do these days.

“I’ll leave you alone,” she finally says, “Breakfast will be ready soon, okay?”

“Dad already told me.”

“Okay, I’ll see you downstairs,” she pauses, “I love you.” Her eyes meet mine for a second before I quickly look away.

Mom stands there for a few more seconds before quietly leaving. I return to my phone, maybe I read the grade wrong. I log in again and wait for it to load. Wrong password, dang it. I always forget the order. I try the password for the second time and it lets me in.  Algebra 2, C-. Nope, didn’t read it wrong, I still have a C. Great. Maybe Ms. Stevens will let me do corrections or extra credit or something. I don’t know. I’ve never gotten a grade this low before.

#this is a redo of a post I did over a year ago #one more redo coming.... sometime #then I guess I continue #who knows #sm #the sims 4 #georgia #charlotte #georgia pov #somethingmore

[ohdeedraws]

Bit late to the trend but since the Velma show butchered the scooby gang so badly, I've seen people sharing their ideas for a scooby doo rewrite and I wanted to share an idea for a reboot I've been working on for a while now.

The story would take place in Coolsville, a small town famous for the high number of disappearances every year and the rumors of monsters, a witches curse and other paranormal activities. It's also famous for its renowned Personal Dectecives, Mystery Inc.

The gang would be older in this, probably in their 40s. They have grown up in Coolsville and become local celebrities. Aside from Mystery Solving, they have their own lives and families.

Daphne became the writer of an immensly popular series of mystery books detailing the gangs adventures throughout the years (I'd imagine these to be episodes of the past shows, eg. 'What a Night for a Knight' from Where Are You, 'Camp comeoniwannascareya' etc., because yes, they're canon in this reboot). She married a famous fashion designer (but during the events of the story they're going through a divorce because she has finally come to terms that she is a lesbian). She has three kids.

Fred coaches the local highschool football team when he's not inventing new traps or catching monsters. He married a woman who works as the main news presenter on the local channel and he loves her dearly, more than his traps. Together they have two children.

Velma's main focus is Mystery Inc. But on the side she runs the local book shop, the main supplier of Daphne's books. She was married to an English Professor who works at the University a few hours outside of town, but they realised they weren't right for eachother and got divorced. They had one child together.

Shaggy runs a cooking/food review blog where reviews food from all over the world and shares his own recipes and tutorials, all with his trusted dog Scooby by his side of course. He's a single parent of one, and no one talks about his wife because, quite honestly, no one knows who she is.

The Gang are still close, like family, even after all this time. But the show wouldn't focus on them, it would focus on their eldest kids.

Let's meet them!

Grey Matthews-Blake is the richest kid in Coolsville. He's often seen wearing his father's newest line of clothes and his signature designer green sunglasses (that he even wears inside). He's known to be quite dramatic, sarcastic, and generally uninterested in anything to do with his mother and her job.

Wren Dinkley is often told that it's hard to believe they're the Velma Dinkley's child. Whether it's when their preforming their heart out on the stage during whatever production the local theatre group are putting on, or failing science, Wren doesn't let it get them down. They're headstrong, passionate, and totally comfortable with themselves...'totally'.

Cassia Jones is the nicest girl in town. She's captain of Coolsville Field Hocky Team, Head of the debate team and Student Body President. She's bubbly, hard working and determined to live up to the Jones legacy and make her father proud.

Billie Rogers doesn't care what her dad and dog tell her, she knows the supernatural rumors in town are real. And she's going to be the first person to prove it. She's talkative, outgoing, and very knowledgeable in the paranormal - much to her dad's dismay.

Despite their parents relationships, the kids aren't that close. The town's folk expect them to be just like their parents and that couldnt be farther from the truth. But they do have one thing in common with the Original Gang, their mystery solving talent. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason (*wink* plot *wink*) their parents are strongly against them following in their footsteps.

But things come to head one day when Mystery Inc disappear, and the local police turn up useless in the investigation.

Now its up to the kids, Billie, Wren, Grey and Cassia to band together to take up the jobs left in Mystery Inc's absence and find their parents. But in doing so they'll discover that their quaint small town is not all that it's seems and have to unearth a witches spellbook, an old grudge and an ancient evil that many have tried to escape but no one has defeated.

Ft. Side Characters such as The Suspects aka Jinx and Mozz McKnight (daughter and son of Thorn from the Hex Girls!), RJ Herring (Son of Red Herring), and other callbacks from all of scooby doo lore!

This is just the bare bones explanation, I'll go deeper into each character in their own posts and introductions. But this is my own little passion project. I've been obsessed with scooby doo since forever and I've always wanted to make my own iteration :)

#scooby doo #scooby doo reboot #rewrite #shaggy rogers #velma dinkley #daphne blake #fred jones #original characters #writerblr #I'm taking Scooby Doo back from HBO #They're my OCs now

[atthedamsnackbar14]

Four's a Chaos

They made it to the school's balcony that overlooked the blacktop where everyone ate lunch just as the bell rang, signaling that it was now time for lunch. Time to put their revenge plan in motion. Everyone cleared out the school and onto the blacktop, including Octavian and his little posse of stuffed panda killing weirdos. Together they started to set up their revenge plan, tying the rope around the stuffed bear, Leo pouring the newly acquired gasoline all over the bear. Piper locked the balcony's glass doors behind them.

"Can't wait to see Octavian's face as this fucker lights up." Leo said, still gleefully pouring gasoline on the bear. It was practically drowning.

" Fucking Pyromaniac." Nico said.

"Damn Death Boy." Leo shot back.

"Can you two kill it for a second?" Percy said. "I am trying to enact a revenge plan here while also mourning the loss of my poor Panda." The two continued to glare at one another.

"Yeah guys, let Water Boy mourn the loss of his inanimate stuffed Panda." Piper said.

"Shut up Beauty Queen." Percy said. "Now, let's begin. Piper, the speech?"

Piper handed Percy the folded piece of paper as Nico pushed the bear over the railing, after making sure that the rope was securely tied around the bear's neck and the railing, then stepping back. The bear hung over the heads of the people below them eating lunch, dripping gasoline on whatever poor souls had the unfortunate luck of sitting below them.

"Time to get their attention, Leo?"

"My time has finally come." whispered Leo before stepping forward and screaming, quite literally and very loudly, to get everyone's attention. It worked though as everyone's head had whipped up toward the balcony, greatly surprised and somewhat annoyed at the interruption of their lunch.

Once everyone had stopped talking and was focused on the group Percy stepped forward, unfolding the paper and starting the speech. Well it wasn't really a speech, more like just a mix of words that Piper had flung onto the paper last minute. She had totally forgotten about the speech.

"Thank you everyone. As you know I am Percy Jackson and these are my associates." Percy said gesturing to Piper, Leo, and Nico like half the school didn't already known about them from all their 'stunts' ,as most people liked to call them, from last year. "Now, you may be wondering why I have gathered you all here today. It is because there is a Panda killing murderer among you." Piper and Nico rolled their eyes, but were used to his antics. Leo rooted through his bag looking for the lighter. "Today we take revenge for that poor innocent Panda. Leo?"

Leo had found it just in time, and he stepped forward, lighter in hand. Very dramatically he lit it and slowly brought it to the bear.

"Don't you dare!" yelled a voice. Everyone then turned their attention to Octavian and his posse. "Tell your short elf on the shelf to back off Jackson!"

"Oh no. He called Leo the E word! And short!" whispered Piper to Nico.

"Shit about to go down now. Remember the last time someone called Leo elf on the shelf, let alone short?" Nico whispered back.

"How could I forget? Leo scarred that guy for life and we got a no science for a week! It was awesome to watch too." Piper said as Nico nodded his head in agreement, having been walking past the classroom at the time.

"Elf!? ELF!?! I'll show you an elf you fucking stuffed animal killing bastard!" yelled Leo before quickly bringing the flame to the gasoline soaked bear and watching it burst into flames with glee, as did the other three. He then chucked the bear at Octavian who ducked just in time to narrowly avoid being caught on fire.

"You good now Leo? Feel better?" Piper asked.

"Yeah, sorry. Might have been a bit much." Leo responded, a tiny bit of remorse on his face.

"No, don't. He was a fucking bitch. Had that coming to him." Percy said.

"Yeah he did!" yelled a voice from on the black top.

"See?"

"Jackson, Valdez, McLean, Di Angelo! Open this door right now!" yelled Coach Hedge, pounding on the balcony's glass doors. The four knew that they were in serious trouble when he didn't call them cupcakes. They had done this enough to know that.

"Alright time to go." Piper said.

"Oh no." Percy said.

"Oh no? What 'Oh no.'?" asked Piper.

"I may have forgotten our escape plan." Percy admitted sheepishly.

"You had one job Percy!" yelled Nico.

"Hah! Sounds like your little stunt is going to hell Jackson! Just like where you came from!" yelled Octavian, laughing with his lackeys.

"Oh fuck off you toga wearing bitch!" yelled back Piper before turning back to the group and saying, "He isn't wrong though. This plan has gone to fuck because of Captain fucking Aqua Man over there."

"I'm sorry!" Percy yelled. "But at least I have a good haircut!"

"How dare you! My hair is fine!"

"It's choppy, uneven, and not straight! Like you!" Percy said, as Piper gasped.

"How dare you bring my sexuality into this! And don't think I don't know about your little magazines!"

"It's a men's clothing catalogue!"

"Except their not wearing clothes Mr. I'm straight!"

"In my defense none of us are!"

"Guess it's back to detention." said Leo, as Piper and Percy continued to argue in the background.

"And it's only the second day of school." Added Nico.

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Story on Ao3

#ao3 fanfic #percy jackson #piper mclean #leo valdez #nico di angelo #highschool au

[lightvsdark18]

Twisted Wonderland- Flight Contest

[Card]

"Alright, students! It's time to test your abilities on the broom again!" Coach Vargas shouts fanatically. "Grab yourself a broom and fly higher than last time!"

Everyone lines up to grab a broom and ready themselves before flying up in the air. Alice and Grim walk over to Vargas to retreat their personal brooms for the lesson. Grim grips the smaller size in his paws and scampers off to join Ace and Deuce as she calms her nerves and tightens her grip on the handle.

She stands with her group and ready herself to fly up with them, all four of them struggling to keep their balance. Her feet leave the ground and slowly rise up in the air, focusing on her balance and calmness.

Ace and Deuce's brooms climbs to a higher height before, but not by much. Grim and Alice are still close to the ground which Ace instantly teases them for. Deuce defends her by pointing out the fact riding brooms isn't a thing in her world and will need more time to grow comfortable. Ace doesn't care and continues his teasing while Grim boils in annoyance.

The creature tries to fly higher than Ace, but the goal is a tougher than he thought. She drops down and plants her feet back on the ground, looking to the three continuing the lesson. Vargas comes over and tells her to not stop for she hasn't finished today's lesson.

"I can't do it, Coach Vargas. I'm too scared of falling and the height itself."

"Don't worry about falling, there's a magic net on the field in case of unfortunate rowdiness," he confidently speaks.

Her head rises slightly in surprise. "There's a net?"

"Of course! We can't have beginners having a nasty fall! Now, get back on your broom and show Trappola how it's done!" He gives her a smack on the back.

The wind gets knock of her and takes a moment to breathe before sitting on the broom again and flying up. She inhales deeply, hearing Ace taunting her, and reminds herself there's a net. She slowly mentally commands the magical broom Vargas made for her and rises, passing Grim, Deuce and coming face to face with Ace.

"You were saying, Ace?" She smugly responds.

He annoyingly frowns. "You only got up here after getting a prep talk from Vargas." He smirks. "I bet you can't go higher than me." He rises his broom higher.

Deuce joins up with her and comments about teaching Ace a lesson. She nods and both of them climb to greet the redhead. She asks Deuce to keep talking to her attention on him and not the ground. He gladly helps and chats about whatever on his mind.

The two meet up with Ace and tease him back. He furls his brows and thinks up another challenge, switching position on the broom and daring them to do the same. Deuce shouts to not be reckless as she looks at her broom.

The ground is clearly far from where she is and feels her nerves screaming to go back to the surface before something happens. She knows she shouldn't bully a child, but that child is rude.

She moves her leg to side seat the broom and tries to keep her eyes on the handle instead of the ground, her heart pounding against her ribcage. She sits herself properly and turns her head to look at Ace, just to fall backwards. Her legs hook around the handle and hangs upsidedown in the sky.

Both boys yell and guide their brooms under her to help her sit up. Deuce scolds Ace for suggesting such a thing as Ace annoyingly frowns at how right the blue haired boy is. She thinks to herself and decides to put her arms behind her head and look at Ace.

"Bet you can't fly upsidedown." She floats away and descends to the field.

Her body lies flatly on the grass, calming her heart from her soul almost leaving her body. Vargas leans over her, praising the improvement she made today. She frowns at the loud booming voice.

The class come down to get told how much they improved. Vargas shows disappointment in Grim from barely making any improvement, then praises Ace and Deuce for the high they both reached. However, he lectures Trappola for challenging an inexperienced student and almost causing them to fall.

She comes over and gets glares from Ace and Grim. The redhead calls her a showoff and the creature shouts how she upstaged him. Deuce sighs at the two and looks over to her to see her smirking.

"You started it, Ace. If you didn't want me to show how better I am than you, don't pick a battle you can't win."

"Excuse me?! You gave up before I challenged you. You wouldn't have gotten that high if it wasn't for me motivating you."

"Motivating?" Her face sours. "Yeah, insulting a person is motivating," she flatly responds with a hint of annoyance.

Ace smirks confidently. "I wouldn't say it was insults, but it convinced you to meet me up there."

"And outshine you." He instantly frowns at the comment.

Grim complains about his score and how his hench human did better than him. She tells him again she's not his henchman. Deuce nips the upcoming argument from the roots and recommends getting a snack.

The three realize their growling stomachs and agree in union. The group walk back to the school and inside the locker room. Alice splits off to the coach's office to retreat her uniform and dash into the public bathroom to change, then tosses the P.E. clothes in the locker and slips the key in her bookbag.

She waits by the doors to the hallway with Grim and searches through her bag for a possible snack, unsure if she packed one. The creature's stomach growls, demanding food to silence it.

"Stop yelling, I don't know if I have anything."

"Then let's buy something from vending machine." He lifts his arms.

"I didn't bring money with me to school. I want every leftover cash we have to be saved for emergencies."

"My empty stomach is an emergency!"

She blankly stares at him. "No it isn't."

The boys exit and approaches the two, entering the hallway together while chatting. She finds a mango bread and demands Grim ask nicely if he truly wants it.

#twisted wonderland #alice #written work #stories #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst grim #ashton vargas

[peggyrose19]

o'darwin ballroom dance au thoughts for you all cause i was at competition all weekend and then had a 6 hour car ride home

(basic ballroom info can be found at the end under the cut)

the three of them are all partners together and just switch out depending on the style. nat and alex do rhythm and latin, nat and kasey do standard, and alex and kasey do smooth. but if 3-person ballroom was a thing they'd be excellent at it (a side note - competitions do fun dances after each style and our last one was group latin, so my 3 coaches did it together and gave me this idea cause it was adorable) (want to be clear coaches are platonic friends this specifically was just very o'darwin coded)

alex styles his hair very casually, basically just the way it falls normally but aggressively hair sprayed into place. kasey slicks his back into a neat bun. kasey does nat’s hair for her, pulling it back in a twist back into a fancy ballroom bun with lil sparklies to accessorize

my former coach’s partner has a smooth jacket that’s - well idk if it’s actually velvet cause that’d be quite heavy for dance - but a velvet like texture and it’s subtly shiny under the lights and i imagine alex wearing that for smooth. paired with kasey, in something classic but maybe with some subtle detailing? rip

nat’s latin dress is black with gold detailing. the skirt is a high to low style and it’s super cute and bouncy. her standard dress is long and i wanna go royal blue. maybe red. or green. some bright royal shade. it’s got this beautiful full skirt and she has ribbons on cuffs she attaches to her wrists for certain dances. the dress has silver gemstone detailing on the bodice

they stay in a hotel for competitions and share soft sleepy kisses in the elevator up on the way back, heavy bags hanging off their shoulders. alex insists on carrying nat’s costumes for her (he’d carry her bag too but he doesn’t have enough arms for that)

cheering each other on from the sidelines and the two dancing always smile at their third when they hear/spot them

social dancing and nat is laughing while kasey twirls her all around, alex watching from the side, falling more in love with each laugh and smile from the two of them

falling into bed with each other, all soft hands and quiet giggles. they have passionate and rougher times too but in my head o’darwin are just so somft with each other. alex carefully taking nat’s shirt off and kissing each inch of bare skin he uncovers. kasey standing behind her with gentle hands on her hips, nosing at her neck. alex and kasey taking turns fucking nat and it’s different with both but just as good. alex getting his mouth on kasey and reveling in the sounds he makes

nat steals alex's sweatpants constantly. they fit better than kasey's so she steals his sweatshirts instead. kasey and nat steal each other's hair elastics, one of them always has one on hand

the three of them aren't like all over each other at competition, looking at them you might not guess they were romantically together rather than just dance partners, but you can tell they have a connection with each other through their dancing and know each other well. when partners actually like and know each other it shows and makes it that much better to watch. but if you paid close enough attention (not sure why anyone would but) you'd be able to see the quick kisses and gentle intimate moments between the three of them between rounds

now i'd put them in open, so they wouldn't have to wake up at the crack of dawn like us poor syllabus dancers (rip me), but if they were partners back then:

bb college alex and kasey partnering together kasey's first year (i put alex maybe a year older), and falling for each other towards the end of the year semester. they're never together, not really, but they've kissed and had sex and are close despite the complication of whatever it is their feelings are. kasey transfers schools after his freshman year and they're both devastated but they can't do a whole lot about it. they promise to keep in touch, but it's hard

at his new school, kase meets and partners up with natalie who's a freshman and new to ballroom. he's so shy and awkward around her at first, but he's patient and helps her learn. soon they become good friends and kasey gets less awkward. kasey is terrified to let himself fall for her after falling for alex, but he can't help it; nat is just so bright and delightful, and he finds himself spending hours outside of practice with her, just enjoying each other's company. nat - i don't wanna say wears him down cause that implies she pressured him, it's more she makes her own feelings known, respects his boundaries, and lets kasey sort his own feelings out on his time. together, they eventually decide to start dating, after kasey allows nat to kiss him late one night, saying he just wants to know, but really he's just too scared to say it outright. natalie is the one who asks if he'll be her official boyfriend. he agrees

anyway. back to 5am wake up times. comp starts at 8am, doors open at 7, and if you're in the first few rounds like they would be, that's when you arrive, hair and makeup already mostly ready if you can. nat and kasey staying together for their first competition and it's the first night they've spent together. they're bleary-eyed and exhausted, still new to their relationship, but there's sleepy kisses and gentle touches as they help each other get ready

they compete at bronze and do quite well, especially for natalie's first ever comp. i made my dear newcomer partner dance up to bronze because i've really danced too long to be in newcomer still, and she did great. anyway. it's a smaller comp, only one day. they don't place in anything, but they advance past the first round in every dance they compete, which is still very good

it's a long day for them both, but a fun one. a lot of time spent at ballroom competitions is standing around waiting for results. so there's a lot of that. they sit with the rest of their team ofc. it's a good bonding exercise

i have more thoughts but this is long enough as is so i'll stop for now cause it's nearly 2am and i really need to be asleep. i meant for this to just be headcanons and now it's gaining a plot. ah well

apologies if these don't make sense, i was awake for 20 hours straight sunday and wrote half of them in the car. i've been recovering since. also today i took a 2hr nap at 7pm and now here we are nearing 2am

ballroom basics for those who are very lost

ballroom is split into four styles for competitions:

standard: international waltz, intl tango, intl foxtrot, quickstep, intl viennese waltz

smooth: american waltz, am tango, am foxtrot, am v waltz

latin: intl cha cha, intl rumba, samba, jive, paso doble

rhythm: am cha cha, am rumba, east coast swing, mambo, bolero

in the international dances, you aren't allowed to separate from your partner. you stay in frame - hands clasped basically - the whole time. in american style, you are allowed to separate. there's other differences to some, but that's the major one. rumba, foxtrot, and tango are the ones that are most different.

collegiate competitions have two levels: syllabus and open

syllabus: there's a specific list of moves you are allowed to do at each level. the levels go newcomer, bronze, silver, gold.

open: you can basically do what you want. there are no specific guidelines to the steps you can do. within reason, i mean, you can't just start doing an entirely separate dance. this is when it gets really fun to watch. the levels go novice, pre-champ, champ.

some competitions will let you cross-register, which basically means you can compete at multiple levels. many also compete different styles at different levels, allowed at all competitions, because learning that many dances well is quite difficult and takes a lot of time.

after newcomer dances will start being paired. so if you compete one, you must compete the other. common ones at bronze are intl waltz/quickstep, am waltz/tango, and cha cha/rumba. those were all paired at my competition this past weekend. starting in gold, they'll put three or four dances paired. at open, all dances are paired. so for example, a standard event in all open levels would include intl waltz, tango, foxtrot, and quickstep. each couple would have to dance all four. then separately they would have a syllabus v waltz event, which is open to anyone.

though hosted and mostly attended by college teams, anyone is allowed to enter a collegiate competition. once you get to the higher levels, especially open, most dancers are not still college students. you can't get that good in four years, so if they are college-age they would've had to start beforehand. those who don't register with a team are generally just put in as unaffiliated. schools are registered under the school. coaches can register through the school they coach for as well, if they register together. my coaches have done both. this doesn't really make a difference. mostly just a way of organization more than anything. we still claim my former coach as our own despite her now living and working in a different state and coaching a different team with her partner. we don't like him. i digress.

i hope this helped anyone if you bothered to read it

#o'darwin #ballroom au #o'darwin ballroom au #ballroom headcanons #alex o'hara #kasey winter #natalie darcy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #vaincre #audrey talks dance #or well #rambles more like

[nat-seal-well]

Fic WIP!

Title: need

Pairing: Freelancer/Huxley

Rating: E (Explicit) when it’s done (but sfw under the cut)

Warnings: It will be smut. No actual warnings for this wip though

This is legit everything I can share of this fic before it’s finished and posted. I’m cutting it off right before it gets explicit lmao. Unlike my usual fics, there isn’t a pages-long buildup this time so…

(18+, minors dni)

Huxley’s in class when the phone pressed against his thigh vibrates twice in quick succession, telling him he has a text message. His body reacts before his mind does, reaching for the pocket of his shorts—denim cutoffs, because the D.A.M.N. classrooms are always hot as hell no matter what time of year. His brain catches up with his hand just a second later.

You’re in the middle of a class, it tells him.

At the front of the room, the professor talks about earth magic. It’s an interesting lesson; there’s ways to use it to pick up on mounting pressure along fault lines, like some sort of supernatural seismograph. Well, not a seismograph exactly. Sort of like a… pre-seismograph. Maybe.

Huxley’s always liked earthquakes, ever since he was little. Maybe that’s just part of being an earth elemental, but whatever. He thinks they’re rad, this awesome force of the earth rippling like water across the crust, and at the end of the day that’s really all that matters. He thinks they’re cool, and that’s that. The spiral-bound notebook in front of him is filled with notes and notes about the lesson, all in green pen (along with a few smiling stick figure drawings in the margins), and there’s smudges of the stuff running along the side of his left hand that’s still reaching for his phone.

A split-second of hesitation; he’s sitting in the back of the room, because he can focus better there, feeling like he isn’t blocking anyone’s view despite the fact that the seats are all tiered. It’s an old habit carried over from childhood, and it means no one will probably notice him.

You shouldn’t be on your phone in class, Huxley’s brain whispers, incessant and reminding him of sensible things.

Well, yeah, he says back, but I have the group chat muted, so it isn’t that. What if someone’s texting me because it’s something important?

And to that, his brain has no arguments. He does one more quick sweep of the room. There isn’t a single person so much as glancing his way. Huxley’s hand slips into the pocket, and when it withdraws, his phone is gripped carefully by large fingers. He presses the lock screen button, and when the glass lights up, it’s revealed that the culprit is no one other than Freelancer themself. Their message is a single sentence.

When are you gonna be home?

Just that. No explanation for why they’re asking, or pretense, or anything. When are you gonna be home?

That isn’t like them, especially when they know he’s in the middle of something. Freelancer keeps tabs on all their boys’ schedules, knows when they’re preoccupied or busy or unable to answer the phone. And Huxley told them when he left for the campus that morning, before kissing them goodbye in their kitchen—he spent the night with them.

Huxley glances up to survey his surroundings—secrecy has never really been his thing, and it feels wrong—before keeping the phone low and out of sight.

classis done in half an hour, he types, trying to get it as error-free as he can the first time so he doesn’t have to spend time going back to correct it. It doesn’t go very well. coach cancelled practice. ill be home soon.

As soon as that sends, the three little dots pop up on Freelancer’s end.

Need you.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted huxley #redacted freelancer #mdni #minors dni #fic wip #wip excerpt

[letshearitforthespacedads]

Twin Flame - Pt 4 And the Gold Goes too....

Twin Flame: Pt 5

Being Steve Harrington’s twin had its perks. Okay, there were a lot of perks to being a Harrington. One downfall though was somehow getting involved with a group of Pre-Teens with a knack of finding trouble, a girl from the Hawkins Lab with superpowers, and whatever the hell just came out of Jonathan Byers’ wallpaper?! God, you were just trying to get through your Senior year. Who would have expected the biggest surprise of the year would be falling for Eddie Freaking Munson.

CW: Playing it fast and loose with the timeline baby, Twin!Harrington, mention of oral (M! recieving), noncon kiss, High Schoolers are jerks, lots of plot and dialogue (sorry, but I wanna see Eddie and Reader fall in looooove), mentions of past trauma, hints that reader has some PTSD from S1, even though Steve dresses like a sailor reader has the mouth of one, not Beta read, eventual SPICE, Minors please advert your eyes and hit the road–this one isn’t for you, time jumps, tried to write reader as GN! as possible.

Gif not mine. Credit goes to the creator ;)

Walking through the hallway at Hawkins High the next morning was harder than you thought it would be. Due to you lucking out with ‘King Steve’ as your brother you were able to doge most of the harsh judgments from the rest of the student body. Let’s be real, those Band uniforms weren’t flattering on anyone. But you didn’t think even Steve’s reputation could save you now. You were ‘The Golden Child’ no more. You were tarnished.

Now you were the town slut who gave blow jobs in the parking lot. Not like there was anything wrong with that, but these backwoods lowlifes would never let it go. And the safety net that you had relied on for the past three years to keep your head afloat was gone. Damn, you thought to yourself. Rumors really do spread quick. You weren’t surprised. The size of your town made it very possible that Josh’s words had spread through the phone lines like some sort of infectious disease in a matter of hours after school yesterday.  

You were the first one to your locker, not surprising. Eddie wasn’t one to keep the most reliable schedule when it came to attendance. You did feel disappointed. You wanted to talk to him, apologize for what Josh had said and for getting him involved in some bullshit he did not sign up for. He had just got you high for god’s sake. He saw you needed a distraction and provided one. He didn’t need another target on his back because of you.

Steve had offered to walk you to class along with Nancy this morning, but you had declined. You KNEW he hadn’t finished his English paper on the Fall of Rome and needed the any extra time he had before classes started to get it done. His Coach had threated to bench him for the upcoming Game if another one of his grades fell below a C this semester.

Thankfully Nancy was there to help him through it. But a small part of you couldn’t help but think it would be easier with the two of them here. You desperately wanted someone in your corner right now.

You struggled with the lock on your locker, again. The once simple annoyance of a lock that hated to be unlocked had soon evolved into the literal bane of your existence. Or at least one of them. Couldn’t forget the Demogorgon’s, The Upside Down, or your more pressing issue at this time Josh AKA dead man walking in your eyes.

You could hear the snickers of the other students all around you. You didn’t need to look. It was all eyes on you. You could tell everyone was waiting for the main event. Your interaction with Eddie, and to their hope, Josh. Everyone parked at their lockers, trying to act nonchalant. The largest groups around the lockers ones closest to yours. Best seats in the house.

A few murmurs went up in the crowd. You stole a look up the hallway towards the entrance of the school. Hoping for a sign of Eddie, you were met with the disappointing sight of Josh and his two idiot friends, Alex and Ryan. Typical High School sleazeballs. His two sidekicks just following him around and parroting whatever he said. God, why had you even entertained him last year? You suddenly felt sick to your stomach by the mere thought that you had let him clumsily shove his hand down your pants on more than one occasion.

The smile he gave you was anything but genuine. You could see the malice in his eyes. He was not going to make this easy. Unlucky for him, neither were you.

“Well well well, if it isn’t slutty Harrington.” He greeted you. He tried to intimate you by towering over you, letting you feel his full height against your own.

“Yeah, where’s Dopey and Sleepy, huh?” Alex chirped dumbly behind him.

You weren’t scared of him or his stupid friends. You weren’t scared of any of these assholes. Not anymore. “Tell everyone you lied.” You spoke, loud enough for most of who were nearby to hear. Your arms were at your sides, chin up, eyes locked with Josh’s. Lips in a hard, don’t fuck with me, line.

“Why would I lie?” He quirked an eyebrow at you. Trying to save face.

“Because you’re a coward.” You didn’t break eye contact, not once. You wanted him to know that no matter what he said or did, you were not going to break. You would never give him the satisfaction of breaking you.

“Pfft,”Josh scoffed. “I don’t think I should listen to a slut like you.”

You stood taller; your chest puffed. You were confident and ready for this. “I’d rather be a slut than a weak little boy who can’t even handle a single ounce of rejection, Daddy must be really proud of his tough little guy, huh sport?”

Josh’s eye twitched. He was silent for a moment before responding and even though he was looking at you, he was addressing the entire school. “You know, she tried to give me a blow job at the Halloween party last year, nothing but teeth.” His two goons snickered behind him before he finished. “You know what’s worse than a slut, a dumb slut who doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

He leaned in close and when you felt his hot breath ghost over your skin you wanted to barf, “I could give you some proper lessons if you wanted to learn and then I make all of this go away.” He had said it just loud enough for you and only you to hear.

That was it. You pushed him back with both of your palms with enough force to send him a few steps back. “I’d rather chew glass, fuckstick.”

The crowd was loving the show. Some laughed, others ooooo’d, more just watched on in silence. This was better than TV.

Josh surged forward, trapping you between the locker and his body. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt balling the fabric tightly and you pulling you forward so you were mere inches from his face.

“What are you going to do Josh? Beat the shit out of me in front of the whole school? Make up more shit about me? Go ahead. Make yourself feel like the man we both know you aren’t.”

Josh’s nostrils flared. The rage burning deep in his eyes. “Just wait till you see what I do to that little freak Munson when I see him.”

“Why wait?”

Both you and Josh turned to see Eddie standing on the inside of the crowd. Hands snug in the pockets of his denim jacket. Hair perfect disheveled. You wanted him to look at you, but his eyes were locked with Josh’s. You suddenly felt very afraid for Eddie. He didn’t seem like a weak guy and you knew he had his fair share of fights throughout the years. But you know that wherever Josh went, Ryan and Alex would follow. And you weren’t sure if Eddie could take all three of them. Shit.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie smiled walking to the two of you. “I couldn’t get you out of my head last night.” You? Was he talking to you? Your heart started pounding in your chest. Was this some sort of act to help dimmish the rumor? Or maybe? God, you wish you knew what was going on under those curls.

Josh let you go immediately the second Eddie started walking towards the two of you. His fists balled ready at his sides, Alex and Ryan awaiting in the wings behind him. “Don’t talk to Harrington you Freak,” Josh threated.

“Oh, I wasn’t talking to Harrington.” Eddie smiled. What? Everyone seemed to be thrown off kilter. Students looking at one another confused, like you should see everyone doing the mental math to find them answer to the equation. Don’t forget to show your work, kids!

Before Josh could get out another word Eddie grabbed his face with both hands, striking faster than a snake. He pulled Josh’s mouth to his, kissing him full on the mouth.

Your brain went blank for a moment. All you could mutter was, “What the fu-“

Josh was surprised like everyone else but recovered quicker than you expected. He pushed Eddie back like he was a zombie trying to tear out his throat in a George A. Romero flick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What the fuck Freak!”

Eddie clasped his hands together in front of him, “What are you talking about sweetheart? I’m sick of hiding our love big boy.”

Josh pointed at Eddie, “You are a dead man.”

Eddie finally looked at you, smiling he gave you a quick wink before turning heel and taking off down the hallway and immediately back out of the school.

Josh took off after him along with Alex and Ryan. He didn’t get far before being sidelined straight into the ground by none other than King Steve himself.

There was no hesitation before Steve grabbed Josh by his shirt, giving him no time to recover before bringing his arm back and sending it straight into Josh’s nose. One, two, three more times before Alex hooked him arms around Steve to try pull him away.

“Don’t you ever put your hands on them again!” Steve roared fighting back against Alex’s grip while Ryan was trying to help Josh up. The front of Josh’s shirt was covered in blood from a very broken nose, the sight made you squirm.

You guessed news of the fight had made it to the other side of the school. Someone had mentioned Josh having you up against a locker, hands on you. And Steve saw red. Running full force from the library he was at with Nancy to the Senior Hall. Okay, he officially had remote rights for the rest of your lives.

You finally came out of your stupor and rushed to your brother. “Get your hands off of him,” you yelled desperately at Ryan. You smacked and scratched at his grip around Steve, attempting to get him off your brother.

Nancy came running into the hallway breathing hard and clutching both of her and Steve’s books and papers that Steve had abandoned in the library. What she saw was total chaos. Josh dazed and covered in his own blood, Steve shouting angrily at him threating to finish the job, and you attacking Ryan yelling at him to let Steve go before you started breaking fingers.

Nancy sighed. Chaos always followed the Harrington twins.

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When did High School get so complicated?

You and Steve sat like mirror images of one another. Arms crossed, face firm, staring directly at Ryan and Alex who had lost a little confidence without their leader around. Their heads were down, and they moved their hands anxiously. Josh had first been sent to the nurse for an ice pack and then the principal’s office. Your eyes moved to the clock outside the office, it had been over an hour since Josh had gone in, and you could only imagine the tale the little snake was spinning.

The door to the principal’s office was opened and you all sat up straighter. Josh walked out, ice pack still to his face and a nice purple was beginning to show under his left eye. Good, you thought to yourself, serves you right asshole.

The principal leaded out into the hallway shouting towards the nurses open door. “Ms. Calloway?”

“Yes sir?” The school nurse popped her ancient head out from behind a screen in her office.

“Please call Coach Finn up to reset Josh’s nose and then send him off to class.”

Back to class you thought. Seriously! No detention, suspension, or expulsion? There really was no justice in the world. Josh made his way to the Nurses office without a second look at the two Harrington’s who were both more than ready for round two.

“You two,” your principle pointed at Ryan and Alex, tweedle dumb and dumber. “Go back to class. I don’t want to see the two of you here again, got it”

Ryan and Alex nodded in understanding, and practically tripped over each other to escape.

“You two,” The principle pointed to the two of you. “In here, now.”

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Nancy was waiting for the two of you once you were released from the principal’s office. She was wearing a small smile as you two approached. Steve wrapping his arms around her waist, and you returned her smile.

“Hey Nance,“ you greeted warmly. “Beautiful weather were having.”

“What happened? Are you guys, okay?” Nancy asked, her small hand going to rest on the side of Steve’s cheek.

“Not much, “Steve answered for the both of you. “Got detention next week, but otherwise unscathed.

“Luckily, hero here has a game next week and we can’t afford to play without him. Hence, no suspension.” You nudged Steve’s shoulder with your own.

“What about Josh?” Nancy asked looking between the two of you.

“Same deal. We’re all getting off easy, Principal Higgin’s words, not mine.”

“Yeah, some of us too easy if you ask me.” You said with a sour face, arms crossed over your chest defensively. You had a feeling Josh was not going to let this go that easily. He would be back after he licked his wounds and maybe once his swelling went down.

“Hey Nance, have you seen Eddie at all today?”

Nancy and Steve both looked a little surprised you had asked about Eddie, wasn’t he the cause of all of this? “Uh no, sorry.”

You hummed in response. You didn’t know how you were supposed to feel. Disappointed? Worried? Relieved? Since when Eddie Munson make you feel any of that?

“Listen, I’m uh going to bail. I really don’t want to be here right now, you know with all,” you gestured around you. And even though the halls had mostly cleared, anyone walking around was staring at you intently.

“Sure. See you at home.” Steve said giving you a quick pat on the back before leading Nancy away. The two of you sharing a small smile and wave before heading in opposite directions. Nancy knew better than anyone how you were feeling right now. Maybe you could call her later?

You headed back to your locker. Might as well grab a few books. You could call around later and get the homework assignments you were going to miss out on for the day so you wouldn’t have to play catch up all weekend.

Opening your locker a few notes fell out from being stuffed in the small slits at the top. As you bent over to pick them up, never one for littering, you read over the notes. ‘SLUT’, ‘WHORE’, ‘FREAK’ was written in thick angry handwriting. You shook your head and angrily collected them off the floor, tearing them in half bitterly before throwing the now shredded paper back into your locker.

Grabbing your books and stuffing them into your bag you slammed your locker shut. Eddie was right, this place was hell. You were about to take another step but realized there was still another note on the ground. Angrily you snatched it up and started walking to your truck. You looked down at the note and was about to tear it before you noticed something a little different than the others. A small doodle of a bat was underneath your name. That’s different.

You stopped walking and unfolded the note slowly.

 ‘Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

  Fair Harrington, would be so kind as to rap upon a madman’s door?’

 Below was a crudely drawn map of Hawkins. A trail of bones following a road you were slightly familiar with from the school that ended at the town trailer park with a skull and cross bones marked above one of the homes.

You tucked the note into you jacket pocket, continuing your march out of Hawkin High. Head held high. Damn, this would look a lot cooler if you had your sunglasses. 

AN: it is my personal belief that the Harrington Twins are straight feral. I promise you are about to get a whole of lot of Eddie. Thank you for being so pactient and kind. I know Steve’s gotten a lot of time recently, but he’s just the BEST. And we all know he would be the best brother. Anywho, lemme know what ya’ll think. What ya’ll want. I am a writer for the people by the people. Leave a comment or send me a message, I wana talk!  

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie the banished #eddie munson x harrington!reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #harrington reader #steve harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #billy harringrove #dustin henderson #i cannot be stopped

[shortsnackattack]

Training

Just a fluff piece with Coach Ukai 

Characters: Ukai x reader

Synopsis: You’re a trainer at a local gym and when Ukai comes in and sparks fly. 

Keishin Ukai, who after years of playing volleyball, thinks that getting back into shape should be easy. No he doesn’t need to take classes with the trainer, thanks. But also how do you work this machine again? After breezing through each of the machines on the floor with him, you find him a little more agreeable to working with you at least once a week. Once a week quickly turned into two after he found out how effective your classes were for challenging his core strength and stamina.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” he’d ask, gasping and shaking out his arms. You just laugh and shake your head a bit.

“I had a good education. Same time next week?”

“No, sorry,” he grabs his water bottle from the wall, “I’ve got a tournament with the guys. But hey there’s an idea,” his eyes turned to you with a new light. “I’ve been hoping to get the students into cross-training. Think you could put them through a good workout?”

Taking in the state that Ukai was presently in, hair dripping sweat and shirt clinging to his back, yeah you could probably offer the team a pretty good workout. “I can swing by on Wednesday or Thursday,” you say, eyeing the schedule the gym had you on for the following week. “Are afternoons better?”

After settling the time and date you found yourself somewhat giddy at getting the chance to see Ukai in his element. Working out with him was one thing, but to see him as a coach, actually training the students he would sometimes talk about, and to have him trust you enough to bring you in as a trainer for the team was a big deal.

Once you stepped into the school’s gym you hit a wall of sounds and smells that took you right back to your own high school days. Easily spotting Ukai on the side of the gym, you walk over and stand there with him as the team goes through their warm up drills.

“Do they know what they’re in for?” you ask, teasingly.

“Absolutely not, it’s gonna be great.” You laugh at his expression before setting your duffel bag down and grabbing a swig of water before joining the team. They quickly stop their drills and watch intently as you move to the front of the group and introduce yourself.

 Thirty minutes. Within thirty minutes you can usually tell how fit someone is. The team is fit to be sure, but there’s something underlining it that you can’t put your finger on. Their drive, maybe? Whatever it is, you recognize it from your training sessions with Ukai. You tell him as much after you’ve wrapped up the hour-long session the following week. He came back to the gym talking about how much the team enjoyed having you come train them, asking on their behalf (and if he’s being honest with himself, his as well) if you’d come back to train them every week. Knowing how many people rely on you at the gym you can’t make it a permanent commitment, but after seeing the light in Ukai’s eyes, you know you can’t say no to a few training sessions a month.

 “Whenever you’re free I’d love to have you come back to the school and train the team,” Ukai must have mentioned it at least three times during his hour-long session. Seeing how earnest he was, how could you refuse? Truthfully you’d hoped that they would invite you back. Ukai wasn’t someone you only wanted to see once or twice a week. The smile that lit up his face when you said you’d go back could have kept you warm all winter. His accompanying hug, however, flustered you to the point where you could barely string together a goodbye as he let go of you and picked up the clipboard you’d dropped in your surprise. If he noticed how red your face turned, he ignored it as surely as you ignored how red his ears turned.

If only you could exercise a little more judgement, you admonished yourself after getting off work. But that was short lived as you discovered a note waiting for you at the front desk. Your coworker passed it along with a knowing smile, enjoying your surprise at finding his phone number scribbled on a sticky note. You fished your phone out of your pocket and quickly keyed in the number. Hoping they couldn’t see just how flustered you were about something as minor as a phone number, you gave them a casual wave and once outside the doors, practically sprinted to your car.

 Two months. Two months, and you still can’t remove his smile from your heart. You shouldn’t have even tried. Training sessions to team training, casual hellos and friendly banter became tinged with lowered gazes and a bashfulness you didn’t recognize in yourself. You were starting to read him pretty well, though. By your third date you could tell when he wanted to kiss you just by the way he held the steering wheel. After two months of seeing each other, you finally introduced him to your friends who, if they were being honest, didn’t expect the guy you’d been gushing about for months to be the hot guy they’ve seen at the corner store for years. Happy that you were finally in a relationship that suited you, they gave their stamp of approval which was all Ukai needed to wholeheartedly embrace them into his little family circle too. The most telling change, however, was how much he trusted you with the team. The weekly cross-training was going really well and the team, despite still being the rowdy bunch of teens he’s come to love, look forward to their weekly dose. Not as much as he looks forward to your weekly visits, however. Training sessions aside, every Friday and Saturday night that he’s not traveling with the team he carves out for you. Coffee shops, movie theatres, little tucked-away restaurants, they’ve all been blessed by the small bubble of happiness that you two emanate. That same warm wraps around each of you during the days you don’t see each other, coaxing one to text the other and keep the steady, unhurried love you two have built up as strong and sweet as the first cup of chai on a fall morning.

“You ever consider any other jobs?” he asks one night, reaching over his plate to spoon more veggies onto his plate.

“Once in a while,” you respond, chewing a bit while you think of your response, “it’s not that I’m unhappy with training, it’s actually exactly what I wanted to do. Sometimes though,” you let the thought trail off and smile at him with a small shrug. “Training just seems a little small compared to what others are doing, you know? You hear about your friends going off and doing miraculous things and they come back and see that you’re still at the same gym, and though you don’t feel shame…no that’s too strong of a word. You feel something akin to it. Maybe the grass is just greener and they secretly wish that their lives were as uncomplicated as mine looks from the outside.”

Ukai nods a bit, taking this in. “So you don’t want to leave the gym?” Something in his tone draws your gaze away from your plate.

“Should I?” you ask, a small smile teasing your lips. “You have a better offer?”

Ukai’s cheeks flush a bit before stammers out a quick no. “I wanted to know because you mentioned on our first date that you went to school for so many years but the area around here doesn’t really have your specialty so this is” he flailed a bit trying to find the word he was looking for, “temporary. I was curious if you’re looking at other opportunities.”

Maybe it was the way he looked, his headband keeping his hair in place, comfortable over-sized hoodie on over sweatpants. Maybe it was the low lighting, the hum of the tv in the background as the two of you sat at your coffee table eating dinner. Maybe it was the way he bit the inside of his cheek when he was nervous about asking any questions that pertained to the future. Whatever ‘it’ was, you suddenly had the strongest urge to assure him that everything else in life may be temporary but he, he was not. Not for you anyway. Maybe that’s why you put your food down and crawled over to a now fully blushing Ukai, why you half crawled into his lap and gently cupped his cheek as you kissed him. He hummed into the kiss, confused, but happy.

“Even if I get a new job or go back to school, you know I’m not leaving you, right?” Your eyes met his, trying to convince him. Whatever you conveyed must have struck a chord because he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling before he pulled you in for a deeper kiss.

“And who knows, maybe I’ll get a job in the future that let’s you stay at home. That apron looks good on you.” You wink at him before trying to crawl back to your spot, stopped by the impossibly strong arms circling around your thighs and dragging you back. You giggle, trying to free yourself from him but he just get’s a firmer hold on you before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder heading for your bedroom.

“Alright smarty pants, I think it’s time you let coach teach you a few things.”

Sorry if the timing was kind of wonky, I’m still working on building up to longer pieces! Thanks for reading!

#coach ukai #ukai keishin #fluff

[the-firebird69]

You took out a lot of idiots today they're all over the damn place. And it was because the sheriff thing. And haven't announced it yet but that was hell these people saw what was going on and were amazed they didn't think it was so rough. Now people are angry and a lot of max. You see our son and was he's going through and don't want to have any of these idiots around. It's hard enough. And today was a winter day then and it was something that they needed to see. Several of them died who went out to combat we mentioned four but yes there were 25 outstanding 24-hour houses that is and 10 went out and five more out of those 15 and we listed I believe 12 three more have passed away leaving only nine houses and it's kind of what happened roughly and it was about. In other words there are going to be nine houses here cuz three more gone and those three were following our son for a long time and they were the ones who were giving him like alphabet soup chef boyardee and having to eat crappy food and it was kind of happy about the time so get mad and had to meet more and he had a lot of it at one point and we were mad but that was up with Port Charlotte he came down here they started getting beat up by each other and you could do it less and he knew him back in westborough and he was a coach Scott TiVo no that's a that's one of these two idiots but he was Tebow and he was a friend of tresca's Steve tresca and he was looks like a real Latino guy and he died screaming in vain after his legs were run over by a truck and it was like a 50 foot truck and another truck came by and ran over the top part of him and the two others who are they're all three trumpsters and there were some two sons and one daughter the two sons got out actually she was run over and they were subsequently run over by other trucks and that's what happens when you trying threaten our son with bring him over there yesterday and they did this morning with that white pickup truck and tried to look like Brad in a silver SUV and was that girl in the car at the ramp and she would not stop driving towards him and they were crushed to death and their heads were completely crushed and we don't like them anyways and they really had no idea what they're doing their idiots but boy they deserve that.

That leaves only roughly 10 houses here it's really 10 and the jerks they think they're going to make it with whatever they do they think that they're invincible and these three on the news station and three of the 10 it's really bja Trump and that's what it the rest of the regions are gone except for this small bunch of seven houses about 25 people and sooner or later they're going to get it meaning they'll be gone and it's happening every day and it's still almost like nothing happened and the armies that are below the regents who died are heading this way and that's what's been happening. Soon it will be over for these people because their armies are the same but only slightly different no it's the same people it's different groups and they get the living s*** kicked out of them so they trying to get here and they lose. It's coming down to the office and where it started and yeah Trump was in Britain and it was outside London and at some point the island will be all Trump and they won't be anywhere else but that won't be for a while it's coming up though same with bja he's going to be in Iraq it's kind of how it works it's going to be over for them shortly. Tomorrow is a great deal of activity that's going to happen it's going to be another 10% of bringing it up to 70% sort of but effectively 85% and into the leadership and they can't tell themselves which is ridiculous and they're going to go down as people who are very disorganized and the Private industry is about the same but there wasn't able to tell governor selected and they didn't do it publicly they just said you're out and the idiots are fighting over it and that's going to slaughter most of them in Florida of rank.

A couple more things

-these people a bunch of morons and they're holding the Sun it doesn't matter how and it doesn't matter what they do and they're getting their asses kicked there's a bunch of people who think that they can do anything they want with him and they're getting their asses handed to them it's going on that way constantly with these imbeciles it's unending stupid s*** and you're speaking to the TV telling people whatever you think you can you want this guy's a great example he's been saying it for 15 years and has been rained in at all and he sounds awful just absolutely terrible it's not even using proper Russian or in English outside of the news place all the time he gets beat up mainly for being so stupid being sold someone each and every time and it's awful. But right now they're going after people all night long any ties to drug dealing and things like that and they're not really abused by what I say but the idiot in China says what are you going to do without us he'll sell you for something and you'll smell sort of get them. A lot of these idiots are just demanding to do something it's ain't do what this weaponry out there you don't want to take those missions you not doing you want to come up to me just bother me even when you like a copper or something in class now not going to make it day 6 months you know because you're in trouble completely it's ridiculous and people don't say that stupid s*** to me this idiot preacher means the same sit down you f****** moron you're out of there I don't get to pull him out this people are ridiculous. That's all no they're bringing tanks down and there's about five tanks outside of town and say well Jimmy Kimmel I think that you don't understand the math because you don't you and people like you or simple pieces of s*** you should be insulted you're saying alone but you're not smart enough to know how very stupid and wrong you are. But I know is I'm glad they're cutting you loose you're useless person your clans useless and these people are useless. And you're going to hate this person for a long time to a lot of people you're going to die with some blithering f** asking me to do everything the whole time with everybody else here and Mac shows the blade and says I'm going to handle that and he is they're very rude cuz I'm sure really the single dimensional an ugly people that guy is a huge moron and it's still seething because he's stupid I'm going to take care of him but tonight they have those tanks out there and other heavy and they're firing on you when you go out there cuz you go out there tonight to try and screw around with people here and they're hunting you down and then a few more units coming down and they're getting rid of John remillard's people so they can't be cops or lawyers or judges or anything who the hell wants to be judged by moron I can't figure out how to tie his shoes. So he's out and he's going to be gone I mean he will be liberated shortly of having a burden of having a brain in the body both will be destroyed shooting soon. Everybody says it but we are talking about punta Gorda not this loser and there's a lot of traffic out there and they're trying to get out of here a lot of people are fleeing and they should it's a nice time for them to leave

He's going to get something to help us and him to eat and we're going to be right back

Thor Freya

[castillomccarty97]

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[redwineconversation]

Olympique Lyonnais Le Progrès Article (September 28, 2022)

TL:dr version: everyone is dead. You thought I was being sarcastic when I talked about the upcoming translations but no!! I was being literal!

So many questions. Is Lyon going to beat Bayern's record of only having two subs in a Champions League game? Does van de Donk's contract involve a clause regarding Lyon paying for a hot tub if she has to carry the No. 10 position on her back with no reassuring breathing room until January? Does Lyon believe in resurrections or do they think some things are better left buried? More importantly, does Lyon, the author of so many love stories, still believe that love can be absolute if someone loves something other than them?

Jokes aside when you know Lyon well enough you realize what they aren't saying is sometimes as relevant as what they are. Love a team, too, whose definition of love is pure but also complex. I'm telling you. You can search as much as you want. You won't find another team like you. They're a once in a lifetime kind of locking eyes with a stranger during your wedding reception and thinking "ah, shit." So, like, by all means. Get involved with another team. Watch someone else! But on a cold and rainy day, when you're putting off doing laundry or cleaning your apartment or whatever, sit down and watch a team who only writes love stories because they desperately want someone to see them for who they are. Just... watch them. They can be really good for you, I promise.

Unrelated: if anyone has any good pumpkin pie recipes (from scratch) to recommend, please do shoot them my way.

Already exhausted, OL women is getting ready to confront a rough month of October.

Crippled by injuries at the beginning of the 2022-2023 after a draining summer, Sonia Bompastor's OL will once again be strongly solicited in October, with the return of the Champions League.

Back in training this Wednesday morning in Décines [physical location of Lyon's training group], after four days off for the international players following the Montpellier game, the Lyon players worked on ball control for the third open session to the public. This involved about 50 supporters, who suffered through the rain to wish a happy 33rd birthday to Amandine Henry.

"The players got to recharge with their families, it did them a lot of good. The core players only got about 10 days vacations following the Euros and other international competitions, which was a really short period in terms of optimal recovery considering the exhaustion on a mental and physical level. We timed it so they would get the weekend off while the beached were still open. We're handling this start of the season as if it were the end of a season," Sonia Bompastor pointed out.

Sara Dabritz and Ada Hegerberg absent

Out of the group of 24 players, there were two notable absences besides the longterm injuries of M'Bock, Carpenter, Macaario, Marozsan and Majri. Sara Dabritz, who received an ankle injury last Thursday in training, has not rejoined the group. The German midfielder, who had an MRI this Wednesday afternoon, will soon know how long she will be out for.

Another player missing during roll-call: Ada Hegerberg. The Norwegian forward, who received a huge knock on the left leg with the national team at the beginning of September, returned to Lyon Tuesday night after having spent three weeks in Sweden with her husband. "We'll see each other for the first time this week, and then another time next week and we will make a decision together about how to set in place a protocol for her," the OL head coach elaborated.

Vanessa Gilles expected mid-November

Sonia Bompastor will however recuperate Eugenie Le Sommer, who participated in modified training this Wednesday after having received "a hell of a knock on the thigh in Montpellier," back in training with the group this Thursday to prepare for the final stretch.

Suffering from a quad injury and rehabbing since her arrival at the club some ten days ago, Canadian defender Vanessa Gilles will not participate in group training before mid-November. "We'll try and cope until then, knowing that's the optimistic version," Bompastor added, thrilled to have let her players "catch their breath a little" before the final push. Before taking on a packed month of October**, "with a grueling schedule of one match every three games, between the Champions League and the [French] league."

** This is excluding the international break, so Lyon is going to be truly gassed.

#all good love stories start in the rain #it's going to be 2035 and I am still going to be begging people to just get a cup of coffee and WATCH this team #as I have so often said #fuck off with your parity bullshit I just want to be better than the others #but let's TALK about how you get to that point

[bump1nthen1ght]

Late Night Favor (Shadow Monster x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Urban Fantasy

Warnings: Explicit content up ahead (18+ ONLY), Oral, Fingering

Word Count: 4000 Words

Summary: A couple of small good deeds leaves you with a late night visitor, looking to repay a debt.

Request: "You unknowingly rescue a shadow monster and bring it home with you, after a couple days of lurking in the shadows of your home and recuperating it shows you just how thankful it is." I had this idea forever ago but was never able to execute it. My opening idea was that a few kids are shining flashlights at something, tormenting it, and you swoop in to save it and chase the kids away. You thought they were hurting a cat or something, but find nothing and head home.

What do you think? Would you like to take it on? I'd be honored if you would 😊

A/N: *Throws this into the street to appease for the fact I haven’t updated Out of the Woods in THREE MONTHS IM SORRY*

It was the perfect weather for a lazy day inside. The pitter patter of the rain on your window had almost lulled you back to sleep during breakfast, and the thunder had provided great ambiance for reading. You hadn’t bothered changing out of your pajamas and we’re enjoying a soap opera binge on the coach when the peace was disturbed.

At first it was just the sound of clattering trash cans, not uncommon from the alley outside your window. But then it was followed by the raucous laughter of teenagers, rocks being thrown against the concrete, and a sharp hissing.

You hoist yourself up and off the couch, meandering toward the balcony, expecting to see a bunch of kids fucking around; Maybe using the cover of the fire escape to hide from the rain and smoke some weed.

Ah, memories.

But instead, you see a huddled group of boys pointing a flashlight into the pile of garbage right by the dumpster. One of them picks up a pebble and throws it into the light beam, causing another hiss and a jerk of movement. The boys laugh even louder, the one on the right nudging the one with the flashlight.

“Dude, do it again!”

Flashlight agrees, quickly moving the light into another corner as the one on the left throws a rock in the opposite direction. A shape of pitch black hisses again, deterred by the rock and scared by the brightness. Your brow furrows.

“Hey!”

The boys jump, looking in all directions.

“What are you three doing down there?” They finally look up at you, messy-haired and bleary-eyed. They shrug and ignore you, one even throwing another rock, bigger than before. There’s a sad yelp as it collides with the blackness.

You grit your teeth, grabbing your jacket off a nearby shelf and yell again.

“Fuck off! Leave the poor thing alone!”

They all laugh insufferably, the way most stuck up teenagers do.

“Or what?”

You shrug on your raincoat, picking up the baseball bat you keep strategically placed by your couch.

“Or I’ll come down and make you, jackass!”

You kick open your  fire escape, slippers already damp, and start marching down the staircases. The boys get the message and run away, still jeering and laughing. Seems you weren’t as intimidating as you’d like.

You shuffle down the fire escape, slowing down as you approach the poor creature. You lower your back and peak under the dumpster.

“It's okay, little guy, I won’t hurt ya.” You set down your bat and crouch, kissing your lips as you hold out your free hand. All you see is a hint of glowing eyes, nervously peering out, before the dark shape disappears completely, hidden by the shadow of the dumpster. You’re tempted to sit down and wait for it, hoping to check if the poor stray was injured, but the wet concrete looks unappealing. The bottom of your sweats are already drenched.

You stand up, sigh, and go back up the fire escape. You unlatch the dusty pet door on your sliding glass balcony and make sure to leave a hot thing of milk and some water just outside. You ponder going out to get cat food, but the well-timed weather report tells you to stay off the streets. Slumping back down on the couch, you keep on eye on your fire escape, hoping that whatever it was, it’s okay.

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The next day is sunny, the rain clearing away any air pollution and leaving blue skies to shine down through your window, waking you up extra early. As you sit down with a cup of coffee, switching on the news before starting work, you notice the empty bowls on your balcony.

You set down the mug, walking over to the door and checking the bowls. Seems that little stray had needed the refreshment, as both were licked clean.

You refill them, making sure to add  cat food to your grocery list.

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After a long day of work, you’re feeling particularly domestic and decide to bake some cookies. Your brain is sore after staring at a screen for eight hours straight, a simple task like this is the perfect thing to keep it from melting completely.

You open up your window, letting the cool night air into your kitchen as you check  on your baking cookies. Wiping flour off your pants, you turn on the radio and throw a glance to your living room.

You had set up a tiny blanket pallet right next to your pet door, the weatherman’s warning of another thunderstorm tonight having you worried for your stray. Hopefully a full belly of milk will convince them that your house is safe enough to find shelter in.

But the afternoon is beautiful, not too cold and not too hot, only the slight tang of metal in the air hinting to rain. With a ding from the oven, you take out the cookies and set them on a cooling tray on your window. The smell of cinnamon and sugar wafts over you as you take a sip of your tea, staring out into the city streets. Small puddles still speckle the pavement, catching the headlights of nearby cars and flashy billboards.

A quick sound, something hitting your balcony door, that jerks you out of your reverie. You set down your mug and slowly peek out from your kitchen, wondering if you should’ve grabbed  a kitchen knife. But it’s just your pet door, flapping back and forth in front of two, now empty, bowls. Aww, seems your stray took a step inside. Too bad you missed it.

The gurgle of your stomach convinces you to take a crack at the cookies. If they were too hot, you could just wash them down with a nice glass of milk anyway. Maybe even put on a sitcom while you snack.

You lightly tap the top cookie; Warm, but not unbearable. Steam rises as you break it open, blowing in the middle and taking a tiny bite.

Fuck, good job _____.

They’re perfectly done, just soft enough to melt in your mouth. You grab two more, holding them in between your fingers as you hold the other half in your mouth. Maybe you could bring the batch into work tomorrow, give your coworkers a nice surprise. That is if you didn't have 10 tonight. But 20 should be just enough-

Huh, that’s weird. There's only 19, including the one still dangling out of your mouth.

You could’ve sworn you baked 20.

Well whatever. Your coworkers can handle not coming back for seconds tomorrow.

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“Ow! Fuck!”

You bite your lip, trying not to yell out more curse words as you rub your stubbed toe. You limp to your kitchen, fumbling for the light switch to avoid another incident. All you had wanted was a midnight sweet snack, was that so difficult? You’d thought you could navigate your apartment pretty easily in the dark, but the pain in your foot says otherwise.

The light flickers as you finally find the switch, reminding you that you’re going to need to change the bulb sometime soon. But that's a problem for another day; Right now, it’s cookie time.

You don’t bother pouring yourself a glass or getting a plate, devouring the treat in three bites and throwing back a quick swig of milk. It’s almost midnight, not like anyone’s watching-

Oh, wait.

You slowly close the fridge door, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake the little stray curled up, asleep. The little ball of black was snuggled into the pallet, tossing and turning. A flash of lightning cracks outside your apartment, washing your living room with light. The ball jerks in shock, the thunder afterwards only frightening it more, forcing it to curl up even tighter.  

You take small and light steps towards the tiny bed, not wanting to approach the scared beast too quickly. The room is lit up again by another lightning strike and the little stray forces it’s body backwards and away from the window. You crouch down real low, the small bits of light helping your eyes adjust to the layout.

“How are you doing, little guy?” You whisper, mostly to yourself, tapping your fingers against your carpet. Part of you wants to pet it, but think it might be better not to. No need to startle it. “Is the lightning scary? You can come to my room if you want, I’ll protect ya.”

Midst the black, you see two little eyes, little blips of light that open with another flash of lightning. But they aren’t yellow, nor are they slitted, nor are they anything remotely animal.

They're like the headlights of a car, blinding white with no definition at all. Not even pupils. You're startled, eye’s widening as the creature lifts it’s head. A long smile runs across their face, full of razor sharp teeth.

“Oh my, that sounds delightful.” They purr, and you find yourself losing your footing and falling back on your ass. Your fingers dig into the carpet as their body slowly begins to unfurl out of a ball and stretch into a massive form, as if their whole size had been hidden away somewhere else; Like it had been literally in the shadows.

You scramble backwards, breath picking up as the creature stretches it’s long limbs, colorless eyes still locked onto you as it stands up and up. It rolls back its shoulders as it sits on its haunches, its form still towering over you even when crouched. You notice the shades of huge antlers sticking out from the side of their head, only adding to their intimidating height.

The creature still has that terrifying smile, all canines and no molars, it’s unblinking eyes still staring deep into your soul.

You’ve heard people do weird things in times of high stress, of strong emotions, good and bad. Like the wires in your brains get crossed when trying to find the right response.

“Uh, do you want a cookie?”

You think you get that now.

The creature chuckles, a soft timbre that echoes unnaturally.

“No, dearie, I have already indulged in your confections. You see,” They creature leans forward, falling to its knees to crawl towards you. If it weren’t for the overwhelming fear constricting your heart, you’d almost think it was seductive, “You’ve done so much for me these past days, I think it’d be only fair if I helped you indulge in a far-” The creature’s face looms over yours, their arms caging your sides as they lick their lips, “-sweeter treat, yes?”

Your eyes search their face, trying to find signs of trickery or malice, maybe even some demonic sense of humor.

As if I’d even know what that looks like.

“Are you-” You catch a breath, now noticing the fine musculature of their shoulders, and the definition of their arms, “Are you propositioning me, like, for sex?”

The creature laughs again, their eyes crinkling up as they throw their head back. But when they look back down at you, you can almost feel the lust radiating off their gaze, details be damned.

“Yes, lovely, I am.”

You take your eyes off their face, a little too overwhelmed to stare directly into their blistering expression. Not to mention the blinding light which has begun to put red spots into your vision.

Instead, your eyes fall upon their thick thighs, the small tail waving behind them, and how unnervingly sexy you find the way their claws are digging up your rug.

You slowly move your head, catching the creature’s eyes.

“I-uh-I guess? Yeah, yeah I guess that sounds good. Um, what was your name?”

The creature smirks, a single claw tipped finger tilting up your chin, as they whisper,

“Nocter.”

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Well, this is definitely the weirdest way I’ve gotten someone into bed.

Nocter’s antlers brush against your stucco-ceiling as it pushes you down on the bed, their shining white eyes staring deep into yours. Their lack of pupils is almost unsettling, but when they run their claws down your chest and pinch your nipples, you find it hard to care. You bite your lip, fighting back an embarrassing whimper as they trace one finger around the bud, pebbling the skin.

“Aww, has it been a while, sweetling?” You roll your eyes, but let out another squeak as they flick their thumb across your other nipple, the palm of their hand pressing against your ribcage.

“M-maybe.” You mutter, digging your finger into your bed sheets as their hands dance across your skin. One pulls up the bottom of your pajama shirt as it nudges one of their legs in between your thighs, pushing their knee up against your crotch.

“Don’t worry,” They push the fabric up to your neck, laying a kiss on the center of your stomach, then your chest, and then your jugular. When they plant one on your jaw, they lean in real close, “I’ll make sure to treat you right.”

Nocter’s long tongue splays against your jaw, licking a stripe up your cheek as one of their hands moves from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. They slip a couple fingers underneath, lightly petting the area right above your crotch. They’re such a tease, and you love it.

Nocter pecks the side of your face, over and over, while their hand moves further and further down your body at an agonizing pace. Their hot breath sends goosebumps down your neck, washing over your face as they exhale with every kiss. You catch them off guard when you turn your head toward them, catching their lips-mid peck and eagerly sticking your tongue outward. They purr with delight, their thin almost-lips quickly devouring you.

A long string of saliva connects the two of you as you detach, taking the time to shimmy out of your shirt. You pull them closer, your hands digging into their shoulder muscles and fingers just brushing over the long ridges on their back. They chuckle once again, pulling their fingers out your shorts and merely digging their palm into the fabric of your crotch.

“Eager, huh?”

“Shut up,” You mumble in between kisses, “This is for me, isn’t it?”

“Ohoho,” kiss, “Someone’s showing their feisty side a little early.” kiss, “What happened to my benevolent, saintly saviour?” kiss.

You pull away from their lips, quickly latching onto the crux of their neck and taking a nip. “S’not fair.” You say, taking a deep whiff of their skin as you suck and bite. They smell like brimstone and a bonfire, not quite what you 're expecting, but not unpleasant. “You can’t tease me like that and not-” Your cut off as the pad of one Nocters fingers presses up against your entrance, the fabric only amplifying the sensation as they begin to tease it.

“Deliver?” Nocter finishes, sinfully smug. You throw them a glare. “I’m a good guest, scout’s honor.”

You roll your eyes right before they lock you into another kiss, rubbing the pads of their fingers up and down your crotch. They use their hand to push you backwards, sinking deeper into the mattress as they situate their knees under your thighs. One they pull back from the kiss, your face and lips thoroughly debauched, your legs are splayed up on their pelvis and they easily slip off your bottoms. Nocter takes a whiff of your underwear, the crotch now slightly damp, giving you a wink before they throw it over their shoulder.

You jerk your hips slightly upward, and Nocter tuts.

“Patience, sweetling.” They roll a hand down your abdomen, fingers splaying onto your stomach, nails just teasing the skin. With a kiss to your inside calf, Nocters hand ghosts across your entrance. You can’t help biting your lip, the heat and their touch sending your mind into a frenzy.

They continue a path of kisses down your leg, now pressing their finger right up against your hole. They only pause to suck on their index and middle fingers, coating them with a heavy and blue-tinted saliva. Once they’ve reached the middle of your thigh, nipping at the apex, they sink into you.

Nocter’s fingers are long, articulated and move with sure movements. They start off slow, scissoring you open, simpering as you dig your nails into your bed sheets. The pads of their fingers push against your walls, just grazing sensitive spots as they make a slow ‘come hither’ motion. Your hips jerk forward, humping into their palm. They smirk against your skin, nipping another love bite as they retract their fingers until only the tip remains. You catch your breath, holding it until they sink back into you, shoving their fingers forward with far more force.

You whimper as their fingers pull back, only to follow with quicker thrusts. Nocter’s aim is pin-point in finding the most pleasurable spots inside you, the feeling only amplified by the pinpricks of their teeth into the fat of your thigh. The tip of their tongue licks hot trails of spit tantalizingly close to your hole, which clenches around their bony fingers. The slick sound of your juices, the skin of their palm slapping against yours, is downright pornographic.

Your legs try to clamp around their shoulders, the overwhelming stimuli triggering an instant reaction, but Nocter pins your right leg down to your bed easily, never losing focus on fingering you. The tips of their claws trace the inside of your leg, the hard edge of their wrist digging into fat.  Your fingers reach to grip around something, anything to keep you grounded as the knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. They find their way around Nocter’s left wrist; You’re almost afraid you’ll leave bruises, before remembering how sturdy every part of their body seems to be.

You let out a whimper as the crests of an orgasm seem to overwhelm you, nearly gasping as Nocter quickly removes their fingers. In any other state of mind you might have made a comment, look down and wonder why they’ve stopped. But the heat in your belly compels you to grip their wrist tight and to throw your hips upwards. With a desperate breath, you plead,

“P-please! Please, don’t stop.”

Nocter doesn’t chuckle, doesn’t make a sly remark about your neediness or your lewd movements. They lean forward, giving another kiss right below your navel, and pet your wrist.

“Of course, dearie.”

With a wink, they lean down a lick a long stripe up your hole, giving one last kiss to your leg before plunging their tongue inside.

You didn’t think it was possible for them to reach even deeper inside you with their tongue than their fingers, but the sparks which fly in your core say otherwise. The ridges of Nocters tongue brush against your walls as they flick the appendage back and forth, the tip pressing forward with controlled motions. It doesn’t thrash back and forward haphazardly, but reaches for those sensitive spots and plays with them.

“Oh, f-fuck!” You yelp, feeling an icy-cold liquid run down your ass. From the sound of smacking lips and muffled moans, it must be Nocter’s saliva. They let out a groan, pushing their jaw forward as their eyes clenched shut. The hand on your leg pinches skin as it tightens up, the other pressing your hips down, but the pressure they apply is phantom at best. Nocter seems to revel in your pleading humps for more, meeting each movement with a thrust of their jaw, the base of their tongue stretching you open.

The two of you keep that rhythm for what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a couple of minutes. Sweat drips down your chest and off of your belly, your legs muscles on fire as you continue to push upward and into Nocter’s face. You start feeling that impending wave begin to crest again, with your limbs shaking and your throat hoarse.

“Nocter, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-I’m so close!”

This time, Nocter doesn’t let up on their pace, reaching one hand down to deliver a hard slap on your ass and forcing a yelp out of you. Your speech devolves into slurred curses and your hands move to touch them, to find some grasp in reality. Nocter continues to suck and tongue-fuck your hole as your thighs clench around their head. Your humps are tiny and weak, your lower half barely holding itself up.

The knot gets tighter, a firecracker fuse about to blow in your abdomen. In the heat of the moment, your hands find their way to Nocter’s scalp and grab onto the base of their antlers. Their moan rumbles through you, right before you yank their head forward, their tongue hitting the deepest part of you as you shutter and-

“I’m cumming!”

Another moan vibrates against your hole as your body shudders and jolts, your hips still pressed firmly against Nocter’s face. But in the next moment, a heavy weight falls over your body, slumping you down onto the bed. Your chest heaves, eye’s fuzzy as Nocter’s tongue ‘pop’s out of you.

Your gaze wanders over your stucco ceiling, droplets of sweat rolling down your neck as you try and catch your breath. You can feel Nocter’s large hands rolling a massage into your thighs, their own heavy breathing brushing over your crotch.

A fuzzy shape of pure black comes into your vision as Nocter hovers over you, their body hovering just an inch above yours. They give you a small peck on the cheek.

“Feel good?” They whisper.

All you can do is nod, your shaky hands wandering over their back. There’s no sign of sweat on their skin, but you can feel the heat running off of it as they nuzzle into your neck.

As your fingers dance over the ride of their back, you can hear the rumble of a low purr coming from their chest, but they stay hovering over your body. You press your hands into their back, applying weak pressure to encourage them to relax.

“It seems I’ve repaid my debt.” Nocter murmurs into your ear, pushing themselves up onto their hands, pulling even farther from you as their eye’s look around your room. You keep your hands wrapped around their waist, stopping them from fully getting up. They look back to you, white eyes slightly widening.

“Would you-” You take another deep breath, “Want to stay? For the night?”

Nocter stares at you, the black void of their face almost unreadable. But when they run a claw down the side of your face, it burns with affection and longing.

“Would you want that?”

Your room is nearly pitch black, only the lights of the street peeking in between your curtains. Nocter’s body seems to absorb all light near it, their hot body like a heating pad. But their eyes are so bright, so full, so mesmerizing; Like a full moon on the dark city sky.

“Yes, I would.”

Nocter’s nods, their expression barely changing, but you think you can see a hint of a smile amidst all the black. They let their body relax, pressing their chest against yours as they sink into the sheets and nuzzle back into your neck.

You can smell the sweat coating your body and feel the way you stick to the sheets. Frankly, the both of you kind of smell.

But it doesn’t stop you from snuggling into Nocter’s body, eye’s heavy as you peacefully fall into sleep.

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