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averagewriter-inthedark · 9 months

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Barbie Girl 💄 | Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Imagine

Takes place before, during, and after the events of Top Gun Maverick

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Characters & Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Barbie!reader (romantic), dagger squad (platonic)

Content warnings: light profanity, fluff | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.3k

Requested 📨 yes/no (for @kayla-swiftly)

Premise: They say the sky is the limit and anything you set you’re mind to will be achieved as long as you’re dedicated to it. For most people that testimony is nothing but a mere fantasy. But for one woman, with too many dreams to count on her fingers, she took that statement to heart. Proving you can be anyone you want to be and maybe even a few others give or take 😉

Note: Anyone else obsessed with Barbie lately?? Omg y’all I saw the movie last week and absolutely fell in love and i had this request from around the time the final trailer dropped and knew it was the perfect time to write this. I know I know I haven’t been living up to my promise of being consistent but man they having me working my ass off at my job. Also I’ve been traveling and I saw Big Time Rush last night (i felt like a teenager again and it was amazing 😭) anyway I hope you enjoyed this and let me know what you think!

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“Hi, Barbie!” The familiar greeting fills Y/n’s ears as it does every morning she arrives at the hangar. With it comes an instant smile, hand raising to wave at the person responsible for it, “Hi, Phoenix!”

“Hey there, Barbie,” winks another friendly face.

“Hiiii, Hangman,” her tone is playful like his, turning energetic for Bob when he goes, “Hiya, Barbie!”

“Hi there, Bob!”

“Hey, Barbie.” “Good morning, Barbie.” “What’s up, Barbie Girl.”

“Hello, Rooster.” “Good morning to you too, Fanboy.” “Nothing much, Pay. And yourself?”

Unlike her fellow pilots, clad in their deep green flight suits, Y/n stood out in the crowd for hers was a little unorthodox when one thinks of a naval fighter pilot's uniform.

It was pink. Completely as in her combat boots were also the bright color and the patchers were white and pink tones rather than red, blues, black and any other color seen in the ones attached to her coworkers arms. ‘Barbie’ in pink cursive writing instead of traditional bold Times New Roman lettering.

And don’t forget the little flower dotting the ‘i’.

Growing up, Y/n took ‘you can be anyone and anything you want to be,’ quite literally. At no point was it a joke to her when she would tell her friends and family, “oh I’m gonna be a fashion designer and Olympic Gold medalist when I’m older,” “I wanna go to space, fly in planes, and see all the wonders of the world,” “I’ll be a doctor, a teacher, and movie star!” They’d smile and laugh, thinking it was adorable for a little girl to dream big. No way would it be possible to achieve all of those careers. Everyone only gets one life to live and time goes so fast one can only set their eyes on one path and hope for the best.

But Y/n was a dreamer. And if you’re going to dream, might as well dream big.

All through middle and high school people took Y/n’s intelligence for granted. Focusing more on her beauty rather than brains, it came as an under shock to everyone when Y/n had the credits to graduate at the ripe age of 15. Exceeding in her standardized test scores with a high school resume taking up three pages with extracurricular and academic achievements, she had colleges from all over the country begging for her to apply.

Stanford. Cornell. Pratt. Juilliard. NYU. John Hopkins. Harvard. UCLA. Duke. Top medical and law schools. Ivy League universities. Performing Arts schools calling for auditions after sending scouts to watch her perform in school plays and dance recitals. Coaches from high ranking NCAA gymnastics teams sending emails after emails.

So many to choose from….And so the story of Y/n L/n becoming a real life Barbie Doll begins.

Setting her eyes in New York, Y/n attended not one but two of the best schools in the country. While obtaining her bachelor’s in both astronautical and aeronautical engineering at NYU Y/n also completed a two year degree in Fashion Business Management at the Fashion Institute of Technology. During this time she continued training for the Olympics in hopes of making the 2008 Beijing team in gymnastics.

“How do you do it?” Her roommate at NYU constantly asked. “You go from here to FIT, working on two degrees that are completely on opposite sides of the spectrum and career paths,” she emphasized with hand expressions, “and still have enough to time to go to the gym to practice, eat three meals a day, have all your assignments done early, and sleep a reasonably about of hours each night.” Letting out an exhale, her roommate looks at Y/n as if she’s an alien from another world, “What’s your secret? Are you some kind of Barbie doll the government created as a test robot?”

Each time Y/n would pause, think for a moment before smiling, “I don’t know if I should find that as an insult or compliment, but I’m gonna chose it as a compliment and say it’s because I want to live a life where I can look back on and go, ‘I took a risk and tried something new even if it didn’t look possible but it was all worth it.’”

By the time Y/n turned 20 she had accumulated a vast list of credentials to her name. The list included getting her fashion business degree at 17, Bachelors in astronautical/aeronautical engineering at 19–receiving her Master’s for it at 20–An Olympic Gold and Silver medalist, dancing with the Radio City Rockettes, performing with the NYC Ballet Company in their rendition of Swan Lake, landing a role on Broadway, walking a runway at NY fashion week, and appearing on episodes of SVU, 30 Rock, All My Children, Sex and the City, and Ugly Betty.

So yeah, New York was a success in experiences for Y/n.

Following the high note, she packed her bags to leave the golden apple for the flashing lights of Hollywood, California. This time Y/n was working on her doctorates at USC, running her own business with her fashion degree called ‘Dream Closet’, and auditioning for film and tv shows.

Hollywood was a dream come true just like New York. Again she attended two different schools, this time flight school and USC. During the day she was occupied running from class to the hangar and then the observatory. Coaching dance and gymnastics on the side, designing clothes for her online shop which developed into a pop-up chain store in malls across America.

It wasn’t long until Y/n’s name grew into nationwide popularity. People started realizing the Y/n L/n who won the Gold and Silver medals in the 2008 Olympics was the same one responsible for the most recent fashion trends and guest starring on their favorite tv shows. What really set it in stone was when Y/n landed the role of an engineer officer in the 2009 reboot of Star Trek, going on to appear in both the 2013 and 2016 sequels.

Impressive was the only word her costars could use to describe her. What else was there?

Anytime there was a question involving, “who’s most likely to become president?” “Who’s most likely to try something new or create a new hobby?” “Who’s most likely to win a Nobel Prize?” Along those lines…the answer was obvious.

“Oh Y/n,” Zoe Saldana waves her hand, “Always.”

“Yeah,” Chris Pine agrees with a laugh, “That woman, I-I don’t know how one has the energy to do all that she does—a-and still want to do more.”

The Interviewer laughs with them, “didn’t she just race in the Daytona 500 last year?”

“Yes!! And she did a song with Lady Gaga when they were on American Horror Story,” Zoe’s tone is in absolute awe, “All while teaching at USC and creating new technology at NASA.” Chris lifts a finger.

“Don’t forget she had her own Mac Viva Glam line a couple years ago.” Zoe made a sound along the lines of ‘see what I mean,’.

“I’m telling you, she’s gonna be a name in the history books.”

What all has Y/n accomplished career wise? Let’s take a look.

Model, dancer, actor, singer, fashion designer, entrepreneur, athlete, engineer, race car driver, and professor.

And now she can add pilot to the list. Although she got her license to fly way back in 2009, Y/n didn’t put it to use full time until 2016, wanting to wait until after the release of Star Trek: Beyond to say goodbye to Hollywood for the time being and set forth on her next adventure.

Boy did it come as a surprise what she had planned.

The Manila folder containing her resume hit the desk of the Admiral, his eyes wide as saucers. “You wanna join the Navy?” Reading the front page for a fifth time, Cyclone glanced back at the woman in front of him. Doctor Y/n L/n. Or is it professor L/n? “And you wanna be one of my pilots?”

“Yes, Sir.”

”Ma’am, I apologize if this comes off as offending,” he really didn’t know any other way to put it. “But you are more qualified than any person on this base. Doctorates in aeronautical and astronautical engineering from the University of Southern California,” he counts off on his fingers, “you recently developed a groundbreaking advancement in space technology that’s going to help our astronauts—on the road to becoming a Nobel Prize nominee.” He raises his eyebrows, “And this is only what relates to this career field. I’m not even mentioning your acting, athletic, and fashion credentials. Why join the Navy?”

Y/n only offers a shrug, “I think the better question is, why not?” Cyclone lets out a sigh.

“What did you say your callsign was again?”

“Barbie.”

There was no stopping the small smile trying to break free, “I should’ve guessed.”

After completing OTS there was much debate on what Y/n’s rank would be coming into the Navy. Civilian lawyers and physicians often are Lieutenants (O-3) right away, but considering Y/n had two doctorate degrees and her pilot license they felt it was only fair for her to come in as Commander (O-5). From there Y/n was sent to North Island to attend Fighter Weapons School.

Better known to its flyers as Top Gun.

Y/n was used to the looks she received on a daily basis. From head to toe she was covered in variations of pink depending on what she was feeling. When teaching her briefcase and pantsuit were baby pink, in the labs her coat was hot pink, at auditions she wore pink leather jackets. Even her race car for the Daytona was pink.

Shoutout to Mac cosmetics for the sponsorship.

So it’s no surprise her flight suit would be the color she was known for—despite it being out of regulations.

Being more qualified than your superiors had its perks.

If she could have a pink F-18 she would but unfortunately that wasn’t possible. That was okay for Y/n. After all, she managed to get her own custom flight suit. One which had everyone having to do double takes whenever she walked into a room.

“Is she wearing…?”

“How the hell did they allow that?”

“Does that mean I can have mine in purple?”

Her first day at Top Gun Y/n met Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace. They were paired as roommates in the dorms and quickly became good friends. Phoenix was beyond amazed with Y/n’s accomplishments and experiences. Every conversation led to a new discovery. “Do you ever burn out?” Nat stag criss crossed on Y/n’s satin pink bed sheets, admiring her wall of photos from when she traveled to see all the wonders of both the ancient and modern world. “I feel I’d be a walking corpse from exhaustion. And you mentioned you’re still running and designing clothes for ‘Dream Closet’?”

Y/n removed her diamond studs, placing them on her desk she was using as a vanity. “I have a team dealing with the business side of things for the brand. I’m still CEO and creative director—usually I work on designs for a couple hours before bed to prepare for the next launch.”

Nat was in awe, “I have to ask….what’s been the best career you’ve done so far?” A common question Y/n heard, there was never a true answer. She loved every career. They all had their perks and their flaws, but at the end of the day it left her satisfied she achieved them.

“I don’t know yet,” she spoke truthfully, “I still have a few to check off on my list. When that happens I’ll let you know.”

Fast forwarding to 2019, Y/n answered the phone to Admiral Simpson’s voice with the news she needed to report back to North Island for a highly confidential mission. The details were unknown, but Y/n packed her bags, loaded her pink vintage corvette convertible and high tailed it to sunny San Diego.

The squeals initiated by Y/n and Nat the moment she stepped foot in the Hard Deck had heads whipping in their direction. “Hi, Barbie!” Nat’s arms opened for a hug.

“Hi, Phoenix!” Y/n accepted the embrace, still grinning ear to ear. The guys around them were looking at each other like, ‘what the…?’ Y/n wasn’t in her standard Khakis like they were—minus Rooster. She bore a pink denim number with matching boots with her hair curled and pink eyeliner surrounded by tiny rhinestones.

“You got selected too?” Nat complimented her outfit before cutting straight to the point.

“For the special detachment? Looks like it,” she winked.

“What happened to the Artemis program? Weren’t you up as a candidate?”

“Oh I still am,” Y/n affirmed proudly, “They’ll be announcing who’s to be selected in the coming months. So for now I’m still with the Bounty Hunters. Plus,” she leans in to whisper, “this will look good on my resume.” The two giggle before Y/n drifts her gaze to the boggling gazes in front of her. “Oh! I’m sorry for being so rude. I’m Y/n L/n,” extending her hand to the first person who’s name tag read Fitch, Y/n added, “But you can call me Barbie.”

“Barbie,” the blonde holding a pool cue repeated like a question, “like the toy Barbie?” Nat chuckled, throwing an arm around her friend after she was done shaking everyone’s hand as they introduced themselves.

“Fellas, if there is anyone who is a life sized version of Barbie, it’s this one right here.”

“Now, Phee…” Y/n’s tone was that of, ‘Don’t start.’

“It’s true,” the pilot defended. “Not only is she Commander Y/n ‘Barbie’ L/n,” jaws drop, “but she’s Professor and Doctor L/n.” The jaws hit the floor, “On top of founder, creative director and CEO of ‘Dream’s Closet,’” Javy makes a sound, familiar with the brand, “Emmy nominated actress,” Fanboy chokes on his water, “Olympic Gold Medalist and soon to be astronaut for the Artemis program.” By now all the guys are on the verge of losing their minds.

Bob rapidly blinks, “uh—.”

“Now I’m not an astronaut yet,” Y/n points out, “I’m a candidate for one.” Nat scoffs lightly.

“They’d be stupid not to pick you, Barb,” she then slaps her side, turning back to the guys, “Oh and how could I forget Broadway, Vogue, and the Daytona 500.”

“Daytona 500!?” Payback practically screeches.

“You were on Broadway?”

“—featured on Vogue—?!”

“Wait a minute I recognize you from Star Trek!”

“—How in the hell—.”

“Guys, guys!” Y/n laughs with her hands slightly raised, “Please, one at a time.” They were in for a long night of questions and story times. And just like Nat was years prior when she first roomed with Y/n at Top Gun, the officers were in complete amazement over the woman in front of them. Never had they met anyone like her.

“Wow,” Jake whistled once she finished bringing them up to date on her most recent careers. “You really are a real-life Barbie.”

“Shhhh,” a finger went to her lips, followed by a wink, “don’t tell Mattel.”

And thus the dagger squad was formed. Two and half weeks of hell bearing training preceding a face-with-death mission brings people closer. Every morning Y/n arrived at the hangar to a chorus of “Hi, Barbie.”

She waved at Reuben, “Hi Payback.”

“Hey there, Barbie Girl,” Javy threw her a peace sign.

“Hiya, Coyote!”

“Good morning, Barbie,” Rooster tipped his hat.

“Mornin’, Rooster.”

“Hi, Barbie!” “Hi, Barbie!” Her favorite duo harmonized.

“Hi, Bob! Hi, Phee!”

And for some closer than others….

“You know I was thinking,” Jake commented, taking Y/n’s hand before leading her to the pottery class he signed them up for. Every Friday night was reserved for date night. Dinner and a movie. Walk on the beach. Spending $20 worth of quarters at an arcade. Attending a comedy show. Paint and sip. Following the successful mission, Jake and Y/n hit it off and began seeing each other.

“Famous last words.”

“It’s not bad,” a chuckle left his lips, stopping at the door. “I just thought it was funny. You know how you’re basically Barbie?” His cheeky smile resulted in her mirroring it.

“Yessss.”

“This means I’m pretty much your Ken, right?” The question makes the woman visible ‘awe’. Jake ruffles a hand through his hair and gives his best blue steel, “we kinda look alike. Don’t you think?”

Laughing, Y/n kisses his cheek, “I mean…name a more iconic duo than Barbie and Ken.”

“Barbie and Hangman?”

“Exactly.” It was safe to assume what their Halloween costumes were going to be.

Time went on, missions were run. And after a year of anticipation—though it felt like forever, it was finally announced in 2020 Y/n would be one of the astronauts selected to be part of NASA’s Artemis program launching in 2024.

Making Y/n the first woman to go to the moon.

The call came in from a restricted number when they were in a meeting, and knowing she was to expect a call within the month everyone quickly shut up so the pilot could answer.

She excused herself to leave the room, staying in front of the window so the team could see her. Throughout the conversation Y/n’s expression remained neutral to the point none had a clue whether the news was good or bad. Only when she reentered the room did they get the answer.

“I’m going to the moon!!!”

“Ahhh!!!!” The team exploded in an array of cheers, Y/n jumping up and down, careful not to drop her phone that was in her hands when Jake lifted her in his arms.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” Despite being unauthorized to show pda in uniform, Jake gave her a big kiss on the lips, not caring who saw. “You are the most exceptional human being on this planet.”

“Jake,” tears welled in her eyes, which he kissed away. Her heart filled with warmth and gratitude. Feeling on top of the world with her closest friends supporting her.

Once all calmed down and they finished the meeting, Mickey jumped from his seat, “Come on Barbie, let’s go party!” Everyone sped to the Hard Deck to celebrate the news. Mav bought the first round, followed by Payback.

“Guys you don’t have to do all that,” Y/n said once she realized they all agreed to buy her drinks for the night.

“We want to,” Nat tapped her beer with Y/n’s cocktail glass, the guys voicing agreements. “For years you’ve been dreaming about this and it’s finally happening. Your hard work is paying off and we want to celebrate—show you we love and appreciate you, Barbie.”

Y/n fought back tears, never afraid to show her emotions. Some may find it childish or thinned skin, but to Y/n that was what being human was all about. “I love you guys.”

“We love you!” The voices echoed together.

The night had been going well with the squad hanging out by the pool tables like they usually did when Y/n approached the bar to pick up the next round Mickey was paying for. Not paying attention to those beside her, she smiled at Penny and repeated the order before waiting patiently.

But what’s a night at a bar without someone who lacks boundaries.

“You must be the one they call Barbie,” a voice says, flirtation seeping through the words. Glancing to her right, Y/n recognizes a gentleman from the flight line whose name she could not recall. “You’re quite the talk around base. In fact, weren’t you in some Hollywood blockbuster?”

“Yes,” she politely responds, keeping the answer short. Though she was known to be a sweetheart and kindhearted to anyone she met, Y/n could tell where the interaction was heading toward and did not feel comfortable entertaining it any further. “A long time ago.”

“I’m Lieutenant Paul Billings,” he extended his hand, and she immediately clocked he was trying to show off his rank. ‘Boy he’s in for a treat.’

Not wanting to make a scene, she accepts the handshake. “Commander Y/n L/n,” there was emphasis on the Commander, displaying the woman was of higher rank and therefore a silent warning to Billings to not cross a line.

There was a flash of surprise on his face. Y/n held back an amused laugh, ‘guess you didn’t hear everything.’

“Something the matter, Lieutenant?”

“No,” he brushes it off, “Nothing. Say,” he nods to the bar, “can I buy you a drink.” Did he not just hear her order a round for the people she came with?

“That’s kind of you,” she starts just as Penny arrives with a try full of cold beers and her usual cocktail. “But I’m all set, thank you.” Hands moving to take the tray, she jumps slightly at the feeling of his own coming to her wrist.

“What about lunch this week?”

“I’m sorry but I am spoken for, Lieutenant,” removing his hold, Y/n takes a step away.

Now Paul had lost his reasonable composure. Scoffing, he says, “What? Am I not enough for you?” The question results in her raising a brow.

“I beg your pardon?”

He makes a face, “You think because you’ve done all these careers and occupations that you’re better than the average person? I’m not a pilot and an actor or researching the cure for cancer while creating a documentary series,” venom seeps through his tone, obviously depicting his jealousy, “Basic is not up to your standards, so you have to throw our failures in our face as if we don’t already know.”

By now a crowd has formed. Jake started moving the second he noticed Billings etching too close to his girl, followed by Nat and the others who were ready to back him up. Behind the bar, Penny was fixing to ring the bell until being stopped by Y/n’s wave of the hand.

“Are you done?”

Paul’s expression was that of, “what?” No audible response was voiced therefore Y/n continued.

“Okay, I’m gonna go ahead and say this, Paul,” Y/n drops her shoulder. The change in body language let Jake and her friends know she wasn’t taking anything that the man said personally. “I know I should be offended by your insults and insinuations, but the truth is I’m not.” A small smile forms on her lips, “I don’t view myself higher than anyone because of what I accomplished. The only person I do that to, is myself—because I don’t have to prove to no one but me that I am capable of achieving what I set my mind to. And yeah,” a light chuckle escapes, “I’ve set my mind to a lot of things—way more than the average person. But that doesn’t mean you or anyone else can’t do the same.”

Pausing Y/n takes a breath before exhaling, “You look at me, and hate the way it makes you view yourself. Makes you believe you’re a failure because you didn’t follow the path you hoped to make for yourself.” Paul’s expression shifts to one of solemnity, like he was thinking of his younger self who had dreams and aspirations. Mourning what could have been.

It made Y/n sad for him. Empathetic despite him attacking her. “One thing I’ve learned over the years…is time is what you make of it. Life is about taking risks. You can still set out to do whatever it is you wish, as long as you’re committing to taking the risk no matter how scary it is. Sure you’ll find obstacles and it’ll feel like the whole world is against you. But determination will guide you through the walls, and you will be successful so that you can look back and think, ‘it was worth it.’ As cliche as it sounds,” she couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Barbie isn’t a person or an object you can obtain. Barbie is a mindset. And you have to unlock it in your own way, Paul.”

It was so quiet in the building, a pin could drop and everyone would hear it. Their looks of awe, admiration, and even newfound motivation by Y/n’s speech. Impressed by how classy she handled what very well could have been a scream match between rival squadrons.

Behind Billings the Dagger squad stood with proud smirks at their friend. Especially Jake, who caught Y/n’s eyes and threw her a wink. Nat gave the woman a salute, a silent gesture to say, ‘you inspire me everyday.’

And Billings? Well he was at a loss for words.

Patting his shoulder, Y/n grabbed the tray of drinks, “I wish you luck, Paul.” Thanking Penny, who gave her a proud nod and replied, “this ones on the house,” Y/n returned to her friends where she was met with a sweet kiss from Jake, claps on the back and “You go girl!” “Tell them who’s boss.” “Damn, you made me wanna go out there and live life the way I should.”

“What’s stopping you, Javy?” she handed him a beer, “the world is your playground.”

A couple hours later it was time to call it a night. Hugs went around, promises to meet up the following night and tabs were closed.

On their way out, Jake dropped a kiss to Y/n forehead, pulling her close to him as he led her to the door of the parking lot, “So what’s next for you, doll? You’ve proved you can be anything and anyone you chose to be,” he grins at her, “What will you set your mind to now after space?”

“First, I want to write a book—I think that’s something a lot have been waiting for me to do. Afterwards, well, I’ll have to wait a couple more years, but,” The corner of Y/n’s lips lift up before flashing a dazzling smile, “I’m thinking….the Oval Office is in need of a makeover. Don’t you think?”

Then, before he could answer, Y/n turns her head in the opposite direction as if she’s trying to find a hidden camera. Makes eye contact with you, the reader, winking before turning back to Jake where she sets off on her next adventure.

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 9 months

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First Day of School

Oh no, Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader twice in one day? I might have a new obsession...

Just a little blurb about their first meeting on the first day of school 🍎

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“Smile, Pheebs. I’m sending this to your mum.” Roy aimed his mobile to take a picture of his niece.

First day of school. A fucking nightmare, really. The sounds of kids shrieking as they embraced after summer holiday, teachers trying to corral people towards the correct classrooms, little ones sobbing, parents sobbing.

At least Phoebe was happy, all smiles in her uniform and pigtails. And that made the morning Roy would be spending fighting his way back out of the parking lot worth being the person on drop-off duty today.

“I could get one of the two of you if you like.”

Roy turned his head. You smiled at him, looking like the last bit of summer in your dress and white sneakers. He felt something in his stomach lurch and wondered if he looked as red as he felt.

You offered a small wave to his niece. “Phoebe, right? I’ll be your teacher this year.” You offered your name and a handshake to the girl; Roy liked the way you seemed to treat her like a tiny adult, rather than like a toddler, the way some teachers did. “And you’re her uncle Roy, right?”

He shook your extended hand, amazed by how soft it felt in his. “Yeah. That’s me.”

“Lovely to meet you.” You gestured towards the phone that he clutched like a life preserver. “How about that photo then?”

Roy handed it over and crouched down next to Phoebe, wrapping his arm around her, offering a real smile. You quickly snapped a couple of shots before handing back his phone.

“Hopefully there’s a couple of good ones in there,” you murmured, doing your best not to stare too hard at the football star.

He didn’t bother looking at them. “I’m sure there are.”

Realizing that you were, indeed, staring at Roy Kent, you cleared your throat. “Right. Well, I’ll let you say your goodbyes.” You turned to Phoebe, plastering on that teacher smile, the bright, friendly one that you’d practiced in the mirror that morning. “And I will see you in a bit.”

As you turned to speedwalk to your classroom so you could try to remember how to breathe before facing twenty-four eight-year-olds, you heard your name called in a deliciously gruff voice. When you glanced over your shoulder, Roy was looking at you.

He took a step closer to close the space between you. “If you need anything this year, let me know. I’d love to help.” He cleared his throat. “My sister works a lot, but I’m available. To help, I mean.” He shrugged. “I’ll be coaching the girls’ football team, but seriously. Fucking- shit, sorry- effing field trips or class parties. Whatever.” He pulled his wallet out and opened it, plucking out a business card; he made a mental note to thank Keeley for making him get some. “My email’s there. Phone number too. Anything you need at all.” He let his eyes drift briefly over your figure before settling back on your face. “Gimme a call.”

Suddenly trembling, you took the business card from him. “Oh. Wow. Thank you, er, Coach Kent.” Your smile felt too big, too annoying. “I’ll see you around.”

You spun around, desperate to get away from those eyes and that leather jacket. Your fingertips tingled when you heard that deep voice hum, “Looking forward to it.”

It was going to be a long year.

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justgowithitplease · 4 months

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The Only One Is You

Part: 1

Title origins: Kaleidescope - Chappell Roan

Warnings: Language, Mentions of death

Wally sat on the bench, watching his team, Split River Devils, go against another, chasing down the football field as the people in the stands cheer them on.

"Let's go, 20! Hey, watch 12, Watch 12!" He yells at his team, clapping his hands

"Hey, Wally, what's going on?" A voice behind him sounds. Wally whips his head around and his eyes meet the sight of his mother, scarf and hat adorned with the blue of the Split River High Devils uniforms

"Mom, you should not be down here." He says, more annoyed than concerned, turning back to look at the feild

"And you shouldn't be on that bench." His mother responds, looking up at the field from him as her eyes trace the plays the team was doing

"Where's Dad?" Wally asks as he looks back at the stands for a second before looking at his mother

"He's up there, and he agrees with me, OK?"

"Well, Mom, Coach wants me to rest my knee, so..."

"Well, you know what they say. You can rest when you're dead. Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No. No, don't... don't talk to the... OK, you know, Mom, he said he's gonna put me in later, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Later doesn't win scholarships, Wally. OK?" His mother says as she pats his shoulder

"OK, well, I think he's right."

"Honey, if Coach was always right, he'd be coaching in the pros and not benching high schoolers."

"He's still my coach, I'm gonna listen to what he's saying." Wally says

"You're a star, And he needs to play you. Now you just march over to him and tell him you're fine, all right? Tell him you want back in. And make me proud" His mother says before turning around and walking back into the stands. Wally looks back at her for a second and sighs before taking a drink of water, wiping off his neck with a towel. He pushes himself off of the bench and onto his feet.

As he walks towards where his coach is, he looks into the stands and locks eyes with the love of his life. Her. Gorgeous beautiful perfect her. His perfect girlfriend, [Reader], was sitting in some of the back rows of the stand, a blue 57 painted on her right cheek, and one of his hoodies covering her torso. She was looking out at the field, eyes looking slightly concerned before they look at him. She grins, pinching her bottom lip between her teeth slightly. She waves her hand and yells out his name, her voice getting lost within the many screaming others.

He waves back excitedly, raising his eyebrows twice in mock-flirting before lowering his hand jogging over to his coach.

"Hey coach, put me in." Wally says to his coach, grabbing his helmet and mouth guard

"Wally, your knees been acting up and I can't risk my star player." his coach, Coach Jervis, says

"it's better now." Wally tries to convince his coach "and we're down five points I can get us back triple in no time."

"...fine. but at the first sign of pain, you run your ass off the field." His coach says before calling a time

Split River High's football team, the Devils, runs to the sidelines at the Time-Out buzzer. They all grab their water bottles and clatter around the coach, eager to hear what's going to happen

"Okay. Team. Freund, you're out. Clark, you're in. We'll do play 6." The coach says, his words being met with cheers by the team. The referees call for the timeout to end, and the team runs out onto the field.

Wally puts his mouth guard and helmet on, then turns to the stands and waves at his girlfriend again, eyes attempting to memorize the way her face looks at him. As if to tell him to go sit down. He shakes his head 'no' softly, blowing her a kiss before running out onto the field. He sees her smile softly and blow him one back before he turns around.

As the teams line up against each other, Wally sees the other teams defense, including a large and broad shouldered blonde boy, who was glaring daggers into Wally's soul. Wally feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but he puts it out of his mind, focusing on the play.

The buzzer sounds, and his team Members infront of him call out what play they're doing before the ball is tossed backwards to him. As soon as the ball is in his hands, he's running for the end-zone. He's sprinting with all of his energy, the game almost over. And his knee starts to hurt, but he's almost there. He keeps running through the pain, and he hears the cheers from the stands.

He reaches the five-yard-line, and his knee falters for a second. He feels something hard hit him, and he hears a crunch, and he's laying on the ground, the blonde boy from the other team next to him. There's screams from the stands, ones filled with curse words and ones filled with terror flying around.

"Hey! Hey, hey! I-i-i'm good, people!" Wally sat as he stands up and waves towards the stands, rubbing his neck slightly. But no one seems to see him do that, they're all focused on the defensive player who's getting up and screaming right now.

"D-dude? What's wrong are you hurt?" Wally asks the defense player. He tries to grab his helmet to make sure he has air, but it remains on his head. But there's also the same helmet in his hands. It's like it's a copy he just created.

"What the fuck...?" Wally mutters to himself. He looks up at the screaming stands again, and tries to be heard by anyone out there.

"HEEEEEYYYY! HEY! IM RIGHT HERE!!" He screams at the top of his lungs. He sees his teammates on the field all take off their helmets and surround something on the field. He looks at his team, then back at the stands where his mom is running down from. Wally ultimately decides that he'll meet his mom on the field, so he heads over to his team, trying to see what they're looking at. He finds a gap, and looks to the centre of the circle. He can see the blue of a Devils jersey, but that raises more questions

'The whole teams here' he thinks 'who the fuck is that?'

He looks towards the face of the mysterious Devil's player, and drops the helmet in his hands. His hazel eyes stare at the sky, empty and unmoving like his body. Wally feels something constricting his throat, stopping his breathing. He grabs his neck and tries to take deep breaths as he takes steps backwards.

He looks over to the sidelines, and he sees his mom and girlfriend running over. He runs over to them and tries to hug [Reader], but a copy of his hoodie comes off in his arms as he passes through her. He looks down at his hoodie, then back to where [Reader] and his mom were running. They break through the crowd of teammates and see his body.

[Reader] freezes for a second before dropping to her knees and gently pulling Wally's body's shoulders and up into her lap

"...baby? Baby that's not me..." wally says softly as he walks over "baby that's not me and you know it..."

But it seems like no one can hear him. Not even [Reader].

"Wally, baby. Cmon. Wake up sweetheart." His mom says as she gently pats the side of his face

"Mrs. Clark I don't think he's gonna respond..." [Reader] says softly

"Shush, girl. He's my son. lemme tend to him." Mrs. Clark says

"But-" [Reader] tries to protest before being cut off by ambulance sirens

Wally listens to this conversation, nervous as to what's going on. Was this some sort of accidental astral projecting thing while he was knocked out? Did his friend slip him some weed earlier and not tell him?

All those thoughts are cut off by ambulance sirens as one rolls onto the field. The paramedics shoo everyone away and one starts to examine Wally's body as another rolls out a gurney.

"Is he gonna be okay?" His mother asks, which is met with a look between the paramedics

"You should come with us." The paramedics say "Does he have any other family that should come with us or could meet us at the hospital?"

"Yes. His dad and...Just his dad." His mom says, giving [Reader] a side glance for a split second

"What?! Mom now isn't the time for your bullshit vendetta against [Reader]!" Wally yells at his mother as he looks between his mother, his body on the gurney, and his girlfriend who doesn't seem all there right now.

"Mrs. Clark, where are they taking him." [Reader] says, eyes glassy and dazed over, her voice airy and detached

"Nevermind you, girl. Go home." Mrs. Clark says harshly

"Please-" [Reader] tries to protest

"HOME!" Mrs. Clark screams at the girl as she walks over to the ambulance

[Reader] looks at the ambulance as it starts to drive away, then back at the emptying stands, and the teachers and referees guiding everyone out. She slowly walks forwards towards the stadium exit, eyes glossed over and body shaking like it was a blizzard outside.

"Baby cmon. You can't let her talk to you like that!" Wally yells "and why can you hear me?! Goddamned it! Not even you?!"

Wally chases after her, still holding the copy of his hoodie. [Reader] crosses her arms and walks out of the stadium, towards the road towards the front of the school where her car was parked.

"Baby this isn't FUCKING funny! GODDAMN PLEASE JUST LOOK AT ME!" Wally screams as he follows his girlfriend, who seems unable to tell that he is there at all

"[READER] COME ON!" Wally yells again, trying to grab the hood of his hoodie she was wearing, but ending up just making dozens of copies

[Reader] walks towards the road and stops at the curb. Wally stands right behind her, pleading for her to turn around.

"Baby please I'm sorry for yelling. Just turn around and everything will turn back to normal. Baby please. [Reader] I'll do anything you want. I just need you to look me in the eyes and tell me that I'm not crazy and that everything's gonna be okay...please..." he begs as [Reader] looks up and down the road, making sure none of the student cars are coming.

He sees her take a step down from the curb and towards her car. He steps forwards to try and grab her, but he appears back on the field.

"...the fuck?!" Wally says.

He turns towards the stadium exit and runs out of it, and towards where [Reader]s car was parked. He sees her in her car wiping her eyes as she sobs.

"[Reader]!" He says as he tries to run over to her car. But as soon as he steps off the curb he's back at the stadium.

So he tries again.

And again.

And on the fifth try, it feels like someone shot him.

"FUCK!" He screams, gripping his chest, tears welling in his eyes "Goddamn..." The pain quickly subsides, and he could very much try again, but he doesn't. The third try you had already left. The fourth try everyone was gone. He's alone on school grounds now, with no one to comfort him, and no idea what in the hell was going on.

#wally clark #wally clark x you #school spirits #wally clark x reader

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Change Your Ticket (Part 3)

Rugby Star!Cassian x Reader (A Modern AU)

Summary: Dating famous rugby star Cassian Bailey is a dream. What's not one is keeping your secret relationship under wraps. Will you and Cassian be able to keep from the limelight or will your relationship crumble because of it?

Warnings: Smut, phone sex.

Word Count: 4,212

[Part 1] [Part 2]

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Cassian Bailey would rather be anywhere else but here.

Here, sitting at a table in front of a dozen cameras and even more reporters, sitting on the edges of their seats with gleams in their eyes that make him want to yack. The fresh rugby uniform feels tight around his throat because he knows what they’re going to ask him, and he doesn’t want to answer. He doesn’t want to be here at all, would be in a car on his way back to the hotel and not talk about the Stars’ loss or the fact that Azriel might be out at the end of the week because of an injury or because he just wasn’t in the right headspace today.

He'd been too busy thinking about you and your gorgeous, soft eyes and that perfect smile. Sure, he’d played hundreds of games before he met you, and dozens even more after, but the longer he pursued you and the harder Cassian fell, something changed.

Cassian hadn’t ever had a support system quite like this, someone showing up to his games and supporting him through wins and losses—both surprisingly filled with soft spoken words and even softer touches afterwards. His parents had been taken from him at a young age and he’d ended up in the care system, growing up there until he aged out and was sent to the streets.

He’d been a surprising addition to the Starss. Cassian had been a walk-on and was recruited for his stature, determination, and his potential. Coach Devlin had been the first to offer him some sort of kindness in his short life, offering not only a position on the team, but a family.

But it hadn’t really been a family, not like the one he’d yearned for since he was old enough to comprehend that his parents had given him up in hopes of a better life. Or, at least that’s what the caretakers told him. He doesn’t know exactly how he ended up in care, and he isn’t sure he wants to know. At least no one had crawled out of the woodwork when it had been announced he’d been signed to the Starss, claiming to share his familial name or demanding money.

His brothers on the team had come and go. Nothing was a constant in the world of professional sports. He’d seen men bigger than him with career ending injuries, friends traded to other teams and brothers retire. They were his brothers in sport, not in blood, even though he’s pretty sure he’s had all of their blood on his uniforms from rough games at one point or another. The people he was close to became just that, another notch on his belt of people leaving him.

Until he met you.

When you started discreetly showing up to every home game he played—dressed in a homemade jersey with haphazardly cut felt numbers and glitter glue on the front—knowing you were there, watching him from the stands and cheering him on while he was on his stage, in his element…it made him something he hadn’t been in a very long time: proud.

You had given him the support system that he knew he was missing his entire life. You, this is what it meant to be loved, to have someone showing up for him not because they wanted their name in the press or their photo taken or secrets to spill to the media. You want Cassian for who he is, for all of his good days and bad, the losses and the wins, the imposter syndrome he goes through occasionally. You are his rock, pulling him out of his rut and making him see the shining sun again.

Gods, he misses you.

“Cassian, Cassian,” a female reporter yells, her grating voice snagging his attention. Lights flash brightly in succession, and he blinks once, twice, but the black dots swimming in his vision don’t clear quickly. He guesses they’ve started while he’s been lost in his thoughts. “What do you think went wrong tonight?”

My girl wasn’t here, he thinks sourly. Cassian knows it’s not your fault, you do have a life outside of his, and it’s difficult when what the both of you want don’t align yet. You don’t want to be seen in the press, to be known for taking the Cassian Bailey off of the market. IT would open yourself up to hate and attention that you don’t want, and he understands it, but it doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Right now, he doesn’t like it one bit either.

Cassian’s phone buzzes inside of his pocket, snaring his attention. It has to be you again. His gaze flickers to Coach Devlin, who stands at the back of the room next to Rhysand. They’re leaning against the wall as they await their turns to be questioned, arms crossed over their chests as they watch Cassian answer questions he’s been hearing since he first entered the league. He knows by now how to conduct himself.

Coach would have him running practice twice a day if he knew he had his phone on him, but he couldn’t help himself, snatching it off of the top shelf of his locker after the two-minute shower he’d been allowed, sending off a quick reply to your chain of supportive texts that made his heart flutter and ache simultaneously. Azriel had been waiting for him and Rhys in the locker room, ice pack taped around his ankle, grunting assurances that he’d make it into the next game, come hell or high water.

When Devlin’s gaze roams from Cassian back out into the crowd, Rhys sends him a taunting smirk, and the look in his violet eyes is full of mischief. He is ever the posing face of Devlin’s good graces when the coach or another chain of the team is around, but when it’s just the players? Rhys is as rowdy as the rest of them.

Biting back a tired sigh, Cassian answers the reporter’s question, who is all too eager for his response. Her auburn hair is superbly styled, pinstripe pantsuit pressed to perfection. She stands, recorder shoved in his direction, her dark makeup rimmed eyes piercing his as he speaks.

“I don’t think that there was a certain instance where we did something wrong, per se. Of course, losing a player as great as Azriel was a hit to the team, but we all played our best, and unfortunately, we just weren’t there tonight—” At least, I wasn’t there. “All we can do is practice harder and prepare for the next match.”

The reporter nods, smiling smugly to herself because she asked the first question. Cassian refrains from rolling his eyes as another journalist stands.

Questions trail on and Cassian responds with all of the answers he knows are safe. Ones that don’t allude to anything more so the reporters won’t be able to twist his words or make shit up about him for reads. “We did some great things today, but we will continue to improve,” “The Sealions have a great program and we came into this game knowing it would be a battle,” and his personal favorite, “I’m looking forward to the next time we play.”

The next reporter is familiar, but Cassian can’t quite pinpoint which news station he’s from. He deals with a lot more press than he likes, and it’s nearly impossible to remember any of their names when he’s bored out of his mind and they’re asking all of the same fucking questions.

The man is wiry in his suit, tall and lanky, cheeks rosy from what, Cassian doesn’t know. He has a full moustache on his upper lip with a patch of gray on one side. He taps the notepad in his hand like a reporter from an old-time movie, and Cassian stifles his grin as he pictures a newsies cap on his head and a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Azriel Teller suffered an injury on pitch tonight,” he starts, and Cassian’s annoyance flares because the man isn’t asking anything about himself, but of his teammate. “Do you think this had anything to do with your poor attempt at defending tonight?”

“Excuse me?” Cassian blurts, temper awakening. He shifts his massive body in his seat, leaning forward. An intimidation tactic that doesn’t deter the string bean reporter’s blunt gaze. Cassian notices Coach Devlin slipping closer through the crowd, and he should be grateful that coach is about to interrupt and get him the hell out of here, but now he wants to answer.

“I asked about Azriel Teller’s injury,” the man repeats, slower this time. Cassian’s fingers fist into the hem of his shirt.

“I heard,” he grits, taking a deep breath to try and compose himself. But the beady-eyed fucker won’t look away, won’t do anything but wait impatiently for his answer. The room is dead silent, other reporters on the edges of their seats, waiting for his temper to react instead. They’ll have a field day writing their posts if he does what he wants, which is to curse the motherfucker out. “As I said,” he starts, uncurling his fingers by force from tight fists. He slides his hand over his thigh, resting it on the phone in his pocket and the message he knows is waiting from you. You always help keep him level-headed. “Losing Azriel tonight was an unfortunate event, but he’ll be back in training with the team soon, and we’ll come back stronger than ever for the next match.”

It's a stare off between him and the reporter who is clearly waiting for more. Cassian won’t give it to him. Settling back into his seat, he crosses his arms over his chest, lifting an eyebrow in the silence. Devlin is almost to the front of the room now with Rhys on his heels and the corner of Cassian’s mouth threatens to turn upward.

“Thank you for your time, Cass,” Devlin announces to the room. He’s using his coach voice, strong and loud, controlling all of the attention in the media suite and leaving no room for discourse. “Captain Rhysand will now be taking the floor.”

Thank fuck, Cassian thinks, slipping from his chair as quickly and smoothly as he can. As a six-four giant, he probably looks like a fool, trying to crouch down out of the way of the cameras, but he manages.

Releasing a tired breath when the door shuts behind him, cutting off the already growing shouts of attention from the Stars Captain, Cassian takes a moment to himself, lingering down the halls towards the locker room so he can toss on his sweats and meet his driver for the night.

The locker room is empty when he arrives to hastily gather his things. Even Azriel has disappeared, the grumpy player must have either went to visit the athletic trainer again or was sent back to the hotel by coach.

Once Cassian has managed to grab all of his things, he makes way for the blacked-out SUV that is driving him back to the hotel. The driver helps him load his things and he settles into the cushy leather seat with a sigh, finally taking a moment to breathe.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he pulls up the text chain he has with you. He’d hardly had time to text you between the post-game lecture Devlin had wanted to give and the media room, but he sees he has a few missed texts from you while he was busy deflecting indirect blame from the team and blatant blaming from that asshole reporter.

Sweetheart: I’m sorry for the loss, wish I was there to hold you. :/

Sweetheart: And hug you and kiss you and try to cheer you up.

And:

Sweetheart: Give me the name and workplace of that reporter. I have a strongly-worded email I’m drafting to send to his boss. What a jerk.

The last one makes him chuckle, typing back a response.

Cass: Pretty sure Coach Devlin is giving him a piece of his mind right now on my behalf, maybe Rhys too if we’re lucky.

Sweetheart: Don’t care. They’ve got nothing on me.

Cass: That’s my girl. I miss you.

Sweetheart: I miss you too. Are you on your way back to the hotel?

Cass: Just got on the road. Stay awake for me?

Sweetheart: Of course <3

The ride to the hotel doesn’t take long. Cassian ignores the few paparazzi that are waiting outside for him as the driver helps him gather his things. He thanks the man with a genuine smile that turns faker the longer he tries to push his way inside, ignoring the shouts and questions thrown his way. He’s exhausted, and only wants to speak to you.

Cassian all but drops his things to the ground once he manages to get inside of his room. He slides the lock shut with a loud click and releases a heavy breath, shoulders drooping.

His phone is already in hand, unlocking it and pressing on your contact to call you as he makes his way further into the pristine room he’s been staying in for the past few days. Flicking on one of the lamps, he nearly jumps in surprise at the display set up on the coffee table.

A bouquet of colorful flowers stands tall in a vase, surrounded by his favorite candies scattered across the glass top. There’s a pint of ice cream—Moose Tracks—with a little note folded on top and his heart flip-flops at the sight.

He reaches for the card, awe-struck at the sight. He doesn’t need to read the note to know exactly who it’s from, but he does so anyway.

Because ice cream always helps me fight the scaries.

Your love, (Y/N)

P.S. FUCK THE HATERS!

With a laugh, Cassian dials your number, grinning like a love-sick fool at your note.

“Hello?” you answer, and he loves how you say it like you don’t know what it is you’ve done, making him a soft mess like this, heart close to bursting with emotion. Your voice is enough to wash away the remainder of the guilt and disgust he felt from how the match ended and the interviews following.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to do all this,” Cassian says softly.

“I did it because I love you and I couldn’t be there tonight. I’m sorry for that.”

You don’t have to be sorry. You have a busy life with your own things going on as well, and he gets that. As much as he wishes you would just allow him to take care of you so he can keep you on the road with him, he understands that you’re not quite ready to take that step in your relationship yet. Being on the road with him means going out in public together and facing the media frenzy and all of the attention that comes with it.

“I understand, sweetheart. Don’t be sorry,” he answers, checking the time on his phone. It’s late, and you should both be getting to sleep soon. He has an early morning tomorrow, traveling home with the team. He pictures how you’ll look when he inevitably winds up off the plane at your place, if your hair will be mussed with sleep or if you’ll be wearing those skimpy sleep shorts and his shirt. The thought makes his body flush. “Are you able to talk?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be enjoying the ice cream I sent you?” you muse over the phone, and that teasing lilt to your tone has Cassian aching already.

“I’d rather enjoy you,” he breathes, shoving the pint of ice cream into the freezer, bypassing the rest as he makes his way towards his room. You’d called a place nearby and asked them to deliver some of Cassian’s favorite treats to his hotel, along with a bouquet of flowers he always sends you. There’s a note along with the surprise, but there wasn’t enough room to say all of the things you wanted to at the time, so you’re glad he called. “What are you wearing?”

As lovely as your gesture is, now that he has you on the phone and can hear your voice, calming his very bones, he wants nothing more than to revel in you. Your soft hands, trailing down his chest and gripping his cock, your plush lips trailing the same path. He misses your body, plaint under his touch, the way you cling to him. Cassian’s cock jumps with excitement at the breathy laugh you respond with.

“You don’t want to talk about it?” your voice is soft, shy, and it makes Cassian’s steps falter and his shoulders relax. This, this is why he loves you, because you’re willing to give him what he needs, but you aren’t one to ignore the harsh truths.

Cassian considers for a moment. He could retrieve the ice cream from the freezer and drown the loss in your kind words and sweets, or he can use what little energy he has left from the grueling day to listen to you talk about all the things you’d be doing to each other if you were here. By the way his abdomen tightens at that particular thought, he had his answer.

“I’d rather talk about how you’d make me feel better if you were here,” he responds, voice taking on the gravelly edge that makes your thighs clench. He can talk to you about the loss when he arrives home in a few days. He’d rather have something to brighten his mood before all he has to hear about tomorrow is coach’s lectures on the way home.

He can hear you shuffling on the other side of the phone. You’re probably already in bed, and he can picture you curled up in one of his shirts, cozy under the blankets with your iPad open beside you so you could watch the game while finishing up some freelance projects this weekend.

The game had been scheduled for the evening, one of his favorites because the night games created such a different atmosphere than those held during mid-day or morning. People were rowdier, willing to drink more. The chants of each team echo throughout the stadium as if twice as many people are there. The lights blaring down on the field put him on a stage he’s become more than comfortable with, and the cool air of the night fuels him.

“And what makes you think I’d be doing all that?” you poke, but Cassian can hear the soft snick of your laptop shutting and shuffling on the other side that tells him he has your full attention.

“Doing all what?” he counters, putting the phone on speaker so he can rip his sweatshirt over his head. He makes a face at the pristinely made, sterile hotel bed he has to attempt to sleep in for one more night, but maybe with your help he’ll finally be able to. “You’re going to have to explain what you mean by that, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitches and Cassian grins, shoving the gray sweatpants along with his boxers over his hips. The sheets of the bed are tucked tightly between the mattress and frame, and he struggles for a moment to release them from their traps before climbing in, leaving them just covering above his knee.

He knows things are about to get hot.

His cock rests thickly against his stomach as he grabs his phone, placing it on his chest to keep you close.

“Well,” you start, and he can tell you’re already a little breathless. Shutting his eyes, he imagines the blush to your cheeks, the shyness that overcomes your body before the wilder side comes out to play. “First of all, I would have drawn you a nice, hot bath because I know you either would’ve skipped out at the match altogether, or you would’ve taken a two-minute long one and hardly properly washed yourself.” Cassian can’t help the grin that tugs at his mouth. You’re correct, of course, so he plays along for now.

Cassian doesn’t have lotion or lube, because he hadn’t thought he was going to be getting up to this sort of debauchery. He’d gone a few days without you just fine, and had even suffered a loss while you weren’t able to make it before, but tonight of all nights, he just needs to hear you.

Spitting into his hand, he brings it down to his shaft, sliding long strokes across the silken skin. The roughness of his hands doesn’t even compare to the softness of yours, and it’s hard for him to picture your delicate ones caressing his length, but he shuts his eyes, letting his head fall back on his shoulders as he focuses on the sound of your voice.

“Would you have gotten into the bath with me?” he asks, picturing it now. You guiding him towards the steaming bath, your freshly scenting soap you bring to all of the trips he takes you on permeating the air. He would kiss you fully, letting himself bathe in your senses before you ultimately would have wrangled him into the tub with promises of kisses and more touching later. Cassian gets a hand around himself, stroking his length slowly. “Or would you have made me get in it all by my lonesome?”

“I’m thinking I would’ve helped you out of that uniform,” you answer, and Cassian can hear your desire down the line. He grips the base of his cock tighter as you continue. “I would’ve done it slow too, so I could touch all along that perfect body of yours. Up over your abs, brushing across your pecks, and then I’d have gotten on my knees—”

“(Y/N),” he chokes, fisting his cock in surprise. He hadn’t been expecting you to say that, of all things.

Cassian follows the length of his cock back to the head where a bead of precum pearls at the tip. Biting back a hiss as he skims over his slit, he uses it to his advantage, slicking his way back down.

You continue on as if Cassian hadn’t interrupted at all. “Because you tie those pesky shorts so tightly,” he can hear the pout in your tone, picturing those perfect lips jutted out as your stare up at him. Cassian knew you were good at this whole long-distance-sex-over-the-phone thing, but he didn’t know you’d be this good.

He catches a soft whimper from your side of the phone and leans his head against the headboard, reveling in it. He hopes you’re touching yourself, imagining him swirling your clit between his calloused fingers, scooping your slick for a taste. Every noise you’ve ever made for him is committed to his memory, and so what if he decides now is the perfect time to reflect on those noises? He is just a man, after all.

“I’d help you get them off, you know, if you only ask.”

Your hum catches in your throat and you release a shaky breath that shudders the line. “But I’m stubborn, so I don’t ask for your help, even though your hard-on is making it difficult to get your pants down,” Cassian can’t help the splitting grin and huffs. “And then your cock bounces up from the fabric and wow, Cass, you’re so fucking big, looking like you could split me in two.”

Cassian grunts in response, jerking his hand faster. Skin dragging on skin, he’s desperate for more. “Don’t think you know what you might do with it?” he goads, words shuttering. “You look so pretty on your knees, sweetheart, what are you going to do with me?”

You whine down the line and his heart stutters in his chest. He aches for you.

“I can’t decide if I want you in my mouth or in my hands, so I take you in both,” you start, and Cassian squeezes his eyes shut tightly, gripping the base of his cock so he doesn’t orgasm prematurely. He loves that combination of yours. It’ll have him falling to his own knees in a matter of moments, as you work your skilled tongue around his length.

“Sweetheart, (Y/N), please,” he pleads. If you don’t stop now, he’ll explode because of his picturesque imaginations.

You don’t slow down, don’t give him the time to stave away his impending orgasm. You’re too full on in it now, just as he is, yearning for the other from other a country away.

“Come home to me,” you plead breathlessly.

“Can I cum first, sweetheart?” Cassian tries to tease, but it sounds like a beg.

“Where are you cumming?” you ask, and he realizes quickly that you’re back to playing your game. There’s a twinge of sadness in your tone now, and it makes his chest ache, but you’re panting and soft noises tell him that you’re still working yourself, closer and closer to your edge.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, pumping himself faster. Heat coils low in his gut and he’s getting close, can hear you coming undone on the other end of the line. “I’ll cum wherever you want me to.”

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bulkingjourney · 7 months

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"Bulking Up for the Game" -Pt 1

Tom had always been the star player of the high school football team, known for his incredible agility, lightning speed, and pinpoint precision on the field. But his coach, Coach Williams, had something different in mind for him. Coach Williams believed that to reach the next level, Tom needed to bulk up – not just in terms of raw strength, but also in sheer size. He wanted Tom to become a powerhouse, a near-unstoppable force on the field. At the time, Tom weighed in at a lean and wiry 185 pounds, and he had no idea just how transformative his journey was about to become.

The turning point occurred one day after practice when Coach Williams called Tom into his office. As Tom took a seat, Coach Williams leaned in and said, "Tom, you're already the best player on this team, but I see even more potential in you. We need you to bulk up, and I mean really bulk up – a dirty bulk."

Tom was taken aback by the request. He had never considered gaining weight in such a manner before. But he trusted Coach Williams, knowing that he had a reputation for turning promising players into legends. Coach Williams introduced Tom to a specialized training and nutrition program tailored to promote muscle gain. This program involved high-calorie meals, a variety of protein shakes, and grueling workouts that pushed Tom to his limits.

As weeks turned into months, Tom could see and feel the changes in his body. Muscles rippled and expanded across his frame, turning him into a football powerhouse. His teammates were in awe of his growing strength and size, and they could see his transformation taking shape.

However, there was one change that surprised Tom the most – his belly. As his muscle mass increased, so did his waistline. His once flat stomach started to push outward, forming a burgeoning belly. Initially, Tom was concerned about this development, but Coach Williams assured him it was all part of the plan. "That belly will give you the added leverage you need on the field," Coach Williams explained.

Tom embraced the process, even as he had to gradually upgrade his uniform. He had started with a medium-sized jersey, but as his muscles swelled, he progressed to a large, and then an extra-large. By the end of his transformation, he was wearing a 2XL jersey that barely contained his muscular frame.

As the big game approached, Tom's confidence was at an all-time high. He had become a dominant force to be reckoned with – a harmonious blend of strength, speed, and even unexpected agility for a player of his size. His belly, once an area of concern, had now become a symbol of his transformation and a testament to his dedication to the team and the sport he loved.

On the day of the game, Tom felt a new power surging through him. He was a force to be reckoned with, a blend of strength, speed, and surprising agility for his size. His belly had become a symbol of his transformation, a testament to his dedication to the team and the sport he loved.

In a thrilling match, Tom's team secured victory, and he had become an unbreakable wall on the field. His size had played a pivotal role in the win, and Tom's teammates couldn't have been more grateful for his extraordinary dedication.

After the game, Tom returned to Coach Williams, a triumphant grin on his face. "I did it, Coach," he said, patting his robust belly. "I never thought I'd bulk up like this, but I'm glad I did."

Coach Williams smiled, recognizing the pride and accomplishment in Tom's eyes. "You've become an inspiration to your teammates and a formidable player, Tom. That belly of yours? It's a badge of honor. You've shown what determination and trust can achieve."

As the season progressed, Tom's belly continued to grow, but so...

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misc-obeyme · 7 months

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THE BEEL SPACE FOR KINKTOBER IS FREE FUCK YEAAAAAAH!!!!!!

I was thinking of requesting a silly scenario.... like fem!MC is part of a newspaper club at RAD and their director assigned her to make a note about one of Beel's games in campus. <3

(They ended fucking in the lockers room after everyone left)

Hello, anon!

This ask brought me so much joy lol. Anyway, I tried to incorporate all the elements and included them being in a relationship already, as indicated by your follow up ask!

Hopefully this turned out okay... I'm kinda going through a phase where my confidence in my writing is lacking so it's hard for me to tell, honestly.

Thanks for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

fem!MC x Beelzebub

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: female anatomy and female clothing described for MC, also MC is described as shorter than Beel, semi-public sex, penetration (reader receiving)

You held your D.D.D. up in your hand, the voice recording app running as you asked questions of RAD's winning Fangol team. The demons on the team were in a celebratory mood as they had just crushed the competition in that day's game. As a member of the newspaper club, you had been chosen to attend the game and interview the team members afterward. They lounged around the locker room, most of them letting their coach do the talking.

Every once in a while, you couldn't help looking over at Beelzebub. He was standing near the coach, as one of the star players. He blushed every time your eyes met. Every other teammate seemed to know what was going on. One of them would inevitably pat Beel's shoulder whenever they caught him looking at you.

It wasn't exactly a secret that you and Beel were in a relationship, but you weren't often here in this capacity. Your newspaper club endeavors were more likely to send you to school festivals than to Fangol games. But nobody had been available this time and you were up to the challenge. It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that you knew you would see Beel there, too. Definitely not.

You were glad that the team had won the game. It made this interview a happy, boisterous one. Even so, you were glad when it was all said and done. The other teammates filtered out of the locker room one by one. Eventually it was just you, the coach, who was still prattling on about defense, and Beel, who was still in his uniform.

At long last, the coach finished his speech, thanking you for your time. He clapped Beel on the back and asked him to close up the locker room when he was finished for the night. Beel agreed and the coach left, leaving you and Beel alone in the locker room.

You stopped the D.D.D. recording and put it in your bag before smiling at Beel.

He came over to where you were standing.

"Congratulations on winning the game," you said. You pulled him down so you could give him a quick kiss.

"Thanks, MC," Beel said. His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer. "The best part was seeing you here after we won."

You blushed a little, but it wasn't like you weren't used to Beel saying sweet things like this. "I just happened to be the only one available to write the article about it."

"You'll write an amazing article," Beel said. He put a hand on your cheek, tilting your face up so he could kiss you again.

You tugged on his jersey. "Why are you still in your uniform?"

Beel looked at you seriously, but you saw the blush that spread across his face. "I was waiting until you could help me take it off."

You looked at him in surprise. It wasn't exactly unlike him to tell you exactly what he wanted, but you still hadn't been expecting it. You smiled. It was so cute the way he was so serious about it.

You obliged, pulling the jersey up in an attempt to get it over his head. Beel helped you, removing it fully and dropping it on the floor.

You had to work a bit to remove all his pads and gear, but it was worth it when he was standing naked before you. You were pleased to see his cock was already hard, your own arousal pulsing through you.

Beel kissed you, pulling you into himself. He turned and pushed you up against the lockers. You could feel your back pressing against hard metal, but it wasn't too uncomfortable because you were still wearing your uniform.

Beel lifted you and you instinctively hooked your legs around his hips. You gasped as he kissed your neck, your heart racing, your hands gripping his back and shoulders.

You clung onto him the best you could, but you wanted to feel him. His name came out of you in a pleading whine. "Beel…"

Beel put his hand up your skirt, reaching between your legs to push your underwear aside. He circled a fingertip over your clit, making you gasp at the sweetness that ran through you. Then a couple of his fingers went inside you, gently pumping in and out, preparing you to take him.

You squirmed against the lockers and tugged at Beel a little. He responded right away, pulling out his fingers and repositioning himself. You moaned as Beel carefully pushed his cock inside you, his lips still on your skin.

You tightened your legs around him as much as you could, holding on as he set a fast pace. The lockers clanked quietly behind you in a regular rhythm. You let your head fall back against them, creating a slight thud. Beel pulled away from you, pausing to hoist you better, putting a hand behind your head.

You were about to protest, to say that you were fine, to tell him to please keep going, but he had already begun thrusting again and the words fell way to moans. The angle of his cock inside you was so perfect, hitting the right spot every time, over and over. The bursts of pleasure shot through you until you could feel yourself tightening around him.

You cried out his name as you came, your hand grasping at his bare shoulders, running up the back of his head, fingers in his hair.

Beel mumbled your name over and over as he came inside you. Then he was kissing you all over, your cheeks, your eyelids, your nose, your lips, as though he just couldn't help himself.

Since you were already in the locker room, it was easy for you to clean each other up. Beel was attentive to your every need, even checking to make sure the metal of the lockers hadn't hurt your back.

When you finally left the locker room holding hands, everybody else was long gone. A few days later, you received an abundance of praise for the article you wrote about the Fangol team's victory that day. Any time Beel brought it up, the two of you would look at each other and blush.

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traldemic6 · 1 year

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Jock Son to Fat Son - a Male WG Story

The town of Middlebury, Indiana, was home to a mother named Diane and her son, Mark. Mark was a handsome, athletic young man with a bright future ahead of him. He was the star of his high school football team, admired by his peers and respected by his coaches. Diane was a devoted mother, attending every one of Mark's games and cheering him on from the sidelines. Over time, however, she developed a mischievous side, and began to take a strange amusement in her son's weight.

It all started innocently enough. Mark had always been a big eater, but Diane started to sneak in extra portions to his meals. She began adding more butter, sugar, and cream to his dishes, carefully disguising the extra calories in his food. At first, she was merely curious about how he would react, but soon the idea of Mark gaining weight became an obsession for her. She would giggle to herself as she saw her son’s athletic frame begin to fill out.

As the months went by, Mark's once chiseled body started to soften. His developing gut and increasingly fat backside became more and more noticeable. Diane delighted in watching the gradual changes, and began to secretly document her son's transformation with photographs. She would capture candid shots of him eating, lounging, and even struggling to fit into his old clothes. Each photo was a testament to the success of her mischievous plan.

"Mom, do you think my clothes are shrinking? They feel tight lately," Mark asked one day, trying to button his jeans.

"Oh, honey, it's probably just a growth spurt. I'll buy you some new clothes soon," Diane replied, suppressing a grin.

One summer day, as Mark and his friends headed to the local swimming pool, Diane couldn't help but notice how his once-toned abs had been replaced by a softer, protruding belly. She tagged along, snapping pictures of her son as he struggled to hoist himself onto the diving board. His tight swimming trunks strained against his expanding waistline and his plump backside, and the way his body jiggled when he hit the water brought a smile to her face.

As the seasons changed, so did Mark's body. His once lightning-fast speed on the football field had slowed to a lumbering jog. Diane would sit in the bleachers, chuckling to herself as she captured photos of him struggling to keep up during practice. His teammates, bewildered by his rapid decline, began to lose patience with him. His coach, frustrated and concerned, urged Mark to get back in shape, but Diane's culinary temptations proved too strong for him to resist.

At home, Diane continued to cook Mark's favorite meals, but with double the portions and extra helpings of dessert. She couldn't help but notice how he would sneak into the kitchen late at night, unclothed, to scarf down slices of cake or pie. Rather than scold him, she encouraged his indulgences, even making sure to bake extra desserts just for him. Diane would hide nearby, snapping pictures of her son in his most vulnerable state, as he gorged himself on sweets.

"Mom, I can't stop eating these desserts. They're just so good," Mark said one night, his cheeks full of cake.

"I'm glad you like them, dear. It's important to treat yourself every now and then," Diane replied, hiding her true intentions behind a sweet smile.

Mark's weight continued to balloon, and he was no longer able to play on the football team. He would sit on the sidelines, his once-athletic body now struggling to fit into the team uniform. Despite the whispers and stares from his classmates, Diane couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. She continued her photographic documentation, capturing Mark's misery as he watched his former teammates play without him.

"Mom, I can't believe I've been benched. I used to be the star of the team," Mark lamented one day after practice, his voice tinged with sadness.

Diane placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, honey. You'll bounce back. In the meantime, let's focus on keeping you happy and healthy," she said, secretly planning to sabotage his efforts at every turn.

As Mark's health began to decline, his mother continued to encourage his weight gain. She would bring him treats and sugary drinks while he sat in front of the television, and watched as he gobbled them up without a second thought. His once-muscular legs now rubbed together when he walked, and his face had grown round and full. Diane's photo collection grew along with her son, and she carefully organized the images into albums, chronicling his descent into morbid obesity.

With each passing year, Mark's weight gain continued unchecked. His once-promising athletic career had been replaced by a sedentary lifestyle, and his health was in a state of rapid decline. Friends and family members expressed concern, but Mark found it difficult to resist the comforting meals and treats his mother continued to provide.

One evening, as Mark sat on the couch, huffing and puffing from the effort of walking across the room, he confronted his mother. "Mom, I think my weight is getting out of control. I need your help to turn things around."

Diane feigned concern, but her mind was racing with ways to maintain her twisted amusement. "Of course, dear. We'll start a new diet and exercise plan tomorrow. I promise I'll be there to support you every step of the way."

However, Diane's support was superficial at best. While she claimed to be on board with Mark's efforts, she continued to sneak calorie-laden treats into his meals and tempt him with the irresistible aroma of freshly baked goods. Mark, unable to resist the allure of his mother's culinary creations, continued to pack on the pounds.

Years passed, and Mark's weight gain continued unchecked. His dreams of athletic stardom had been replaced by a life of struggling to breathe and move under the crushing weight of his own body. And Diane, the architect of her son's downfall, would always carry the secret of her twisted amusement with her, never revealing the true extent of her role in his tragic transformation. The albums filled with photos of Mark's descent into obesity became her private, guilty pleasure – a dark reminder of the perverse joy she derived from her son's suffering.

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Trouble Twin

Joel and Mike were a pair of twins but not so alike other than appearance. Joel had always been more successful, athletic, popular and charismatic. Mike was left in the shadows. So when Mike had found a special amulet that would grant his wish he jumped at the opportunity to use it. The amulet’s power was thus, it could swap out traits or skills for other. For example he could switch Joel’s high intelligence for poor bad manners. Lose a positive trait and gain a negative one and reality would bend around it.

So of course he planned to sabotage his brother so his dad would finally give him the rightful attention. His brother had just got off basketball practice, he played for a pretty major team. Joel was washing himself down with a towel when Mike walked in.

"Yo bro! Didn’t see ya before practice today? You finally find something to do?" Joel asked. Mike just grumbled at the comment and pulled out the amulet, it sported a red glow. Joel didn’t seem to even notice and in an instant Mike swapped out two traits. Joel lost his confidence and gained immaturity. Joel gripped his basketball and whined. "wh-what was that glow? Did dad get you a new phone and not me?!" "now now don’t be such a baby." Mike said, which gave him an idea. He swapped two traits again. Joel lost his potty training and gained a pacifier addiction. Instantly Joel’s necklace warped into a pacifier as he put it in his mouth and began to suck on it for comfort. His pants poofed out as under his basketball shorts he gained a thick white diaper that was soon to be heavily used.

Mike began to pity his now childish brother as he pouted and sucked away at his pacifier. He went up to comfort him but Joel pushed him away. “I WANT DADDY" he cried. This alerted their dad, who was also Joel’s basketball coach. Even if he wasn’t around when Mike used the amulet reality had been shifted around the swaps.

Is my little super star okay? Their dad said running in. "Mike why haven’t you checked your brother for a change you know he’s not potty trained? He needs to be changed after every practice if he’s gonna continue being our little star."

Mike groaned, even after all the changes and dad still gave all the attention to Joel. He guessed he hadn’t changed Joel’s athletic ability yet so maybe that should be next. He channeled the power and swapped traits once more. He got rid of Joel’s athletic ability and replaced it with low intelligence. Now Joel really has nothing going for him. In an instant Joel’s basketball uniform was swapped for a onesie, and their dad’s attitude changed. He even lost his coach get up as it switched for that of a dressed up dad with glasses and dress shirt.

For a second it seemed that his dad was stunned then he turned to Mike. “Mike you know it’s time for your brother’s private lessons, unless you’re here to help with his changes you should be working on finally getting on a basketball team. Don’t waste my time further.

Joel stuck his tongue out at me as I angrily stormed out of the room. Seemed like no matter what I did everything still revolved around Joel and all I gained were my dad’s expectations for basketball.

Maybe it was a lesson to teach me about how hard it was for Joel to have all the expectations, and that I shouldn’t try to get praise the easy way, but I wasn’t in the mood for lessons. I used the amulet to make one last switch. I switched out my dad’s expectations for me with love for me. I wasn’t sure how it was gonna work but I heard the door open to my room as my dad walked in. "Come here son. Give daddy a kiss."

At least I got something out of this, but now I had to help raise my new little brother…

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 7 months

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Ok so this has been on my mind for a MINUTE. So here’s my school AU! Please ask questions and please add your headcannons too!! If you want more in depth AU headcannons I’d love to write them!

CREEPS SCHOOL AU

JEFF THE KILLER:

Football player and all the girls swoon over him for it. He’s not even the star player?? But hey I guess being a running back is pretty cool? (fuck quarterbacks!!)

Mans barely keeping his grades up

He’s only passing so he can stay on the football team

One of the “popular” guys since he’s just so well known by all the creeps. Everyone sits with him and the football team at lunch

JANE THE KILLER:

Varsity volleyball player and she’s GOOD. Like she’d get a full ride scholarship for college

Star player unlike Jeff

She’s also in Choir! A soprano of course. It’s more of a just for fun thing so she doesn’t take it too seriously but she definitely tries her best (please come to her concerts)

Straight A student. Don’t play with her.

NINA THE KILLER:

Cheerleader!! 100% a flyer. She cheers exclusively for Jeff too. Not quite the cheer captain but close in the ranks. One of the best at tumbling and gymnastics

Social butterfly and everyone knows her. She’s on hoco court for sure.

I feel like she’s always just a little short of the top. Socially, academically, athletically. She just seems to get overshadowed

Pretty decent student, she’s more interested in a social life than academics though.

KATE THE CHASER:

Cross country/ track. She’s set the most records in the school history. She can compete in anything but prefers long distance or sprints

Super humble about her wins and records, not a fan of the spotlight that her athleticism gets her

Pretty damn smart, but she’s quiet about it. People just know she sits in the back and does her work.

High A grades

CLOCKWORK:

Varsity basketball. Definitely a starter too. Combo Guard 100%. She gives me Caitlin Clark vibes?? (look her up she’s badass)

Probably also does track but just because the coaches knew she was tall and she could jump hurdles like no one’s business

On the side she spends a lot of her time in the art rooms since it’s quiet and she gets some alone time

Also a pretty good student, more on the B sides of grades though,

“TICCI” TOBY:

I feel like this kid is in everything for some reason?? But definitely varsity soccer as his main activity. He’s a goalkeeper mainly but he can swing to whatever position you need him to be. He’s probably in bowling with Ben too

But he’s 100% in band too. He plays trombone (the best instrument) he’s in concert band, marching band, and jazz band.

He’s pretty popular too just because he’s cute and pretty much an all rounder

Average student, doesn’t have much time or attention for homework so that’s where his grades fall

TIM/MASKY:

HUNK. This man is the star wrestler of the school. Probably in the 182lbs weight class. People are SCARED to wrestle this man.

Doesn’t talk much, just does his work and gets tf out. Honestly most people avoid him

Pretty good student too, high B’s to medium level A’s

He participates in the field portion of track and field. Loves that he gets to throw shit

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Baseball boy!! Those pants look damn good on him too. Usually a pitcher but sometimes a shortstop. Loves running so this shit is perfect for him. The girls LOOOOVE him. Like imagine Brian in the uniform with that goofy smile???

Also probably in yearbook (if he has time, he gives me lazy vibes)

Decent student too, probably high C’s and B’s

Honestly might dabble in bowling with Ben and Toby

EYELESS JACK:

No sports for him! If he was going to participate in any sports it would probably be swim team? Honestly not a sports guy though

But this man is in the honor society!! Like he’s SMART

Excellent student, like all 100%’s

Everyone comes to him for homework help, but of course he charges

BEN DROWNED:

Varsity bowling!! This man is a NERD and he’s damn good at bowling. Not quite a record breaker but definitely someone scouts look at

He started the team and reps it like no one’s business. He tries to get everyone to join.

He only gets good grades because he cheats

Also the leader of the gaming club!

SALLY:

She’s on the dance team 100%. Loves the outfits and looooves solo’s

But honestly she focuses more on 4H. She focuses on livestock and loves raising sheep. (Yes I know this is more of an out of school activity)

She’s probably in the garden club too! I feel like she just likes agriculture? Everyone gets along with her she’s just a sweetie

Great student! High A’s and she studies all the time

JUDGE ANGELS:

Either in marching band or color guard I can’t really decide. She either plays flute or trumpet! But if she’s in color guard she 100% has a solo/ feature moment in the show

She’s super shy but everyone seems to get along with her because she’s a sweetie #2

I also feel like all the guys try to get with her just because she’s so beautiful

Also a really good student! Studies all the time and probably has a study group

BLOODY PAINTER:

Another non sports guy! Doesn’t have anything against it but it’s just obviously not for him.

He’s the art club leader and takes it super seriously! He tries to get everyone’s art in papers, fairs, and exhibits.

Everyone thinks he’s kinda weird but they respect his dedication to art and others

Another really good student, he doesn’t have to study though

THE PUPPETEER:

School newspaper editor/writer. He knows everything about everyone and has no problem writing a dark column about them

No one talks to him at all, they don’t want him to write about them

He’s also a theater kid, idk he just gives me the vibes

Decent student, he’s just casual about it

JASON THE TOYMAKER:

Non sports guy pt. 197583.

He’s in the sewing club and absolutely loves it. Everyone thinks he’s gay for it though (Jeff teases the shit out of him)

He’s also a theater kid, more on the props side of it though

Also a high B’s student

ZERO:

She’s in ROTC and she makes it her personality

Tries to get Clockwork to join all the time and they’re besties

I feel like she’s kinda dumb so probably high D’s to low C’s

HOMICIDAL LIU:

This man plays golf and he’s super chill about it!

Wears his scarf out on the green lmao

Not popular at ALL and he likes it that way

Also a super good student and again, super chill about it

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perfectsunlight · 6 months

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03 ⸺ LIABILITY

warnings: anger issues, manipulation, language, toxic behavior

word count: 4.3k (half written)

part of the series: LOGICAL

seoul national university was one of the weaker teams last season. needless to say, that was far from true this year.

from the moment the game started, ygu was running into problems.

this wasn’t an official game, it was only a scrimmage, but this was collegiate basketball. and ygu was the reigning champions of last year’s national title.

coach taeyeon had the starting five picked out since the night before the game. seulgi was the starting point guard, lisa was shooting guard as always, yujin center, yeri small forward and rei power forward.

one of the issues was rei’s nerves. the second youngest player was making a few small mistakes due to her nerves, and both of the coaches understood why, but lisa was not as forgiving.

they were down by 10 by the end of the first half. 30-20, in favor of snu.

“get rei off the court.” lisa snapped at seulgi as she clutched her water bottle in her hand. the captain raised an eyebrow at her co-captain, scoffing lightly. “give the kid a break. she’s just nervous.”

the basketball star rose to her feet, raising an eyebrow. “then stop setting her up. she isn’t doing shit for us. just give the ball to me and i can bring us back.”

y/n noticed the way rei’s demeanor changed when lisa said that. the brunette scooted over to the japanese girl, wrapping an arm around her shoulder in a comforting manner. “you’re doing great, rei. don’t listen to her.” she whispered, just loud enough for the freshman to hear.

coach taeyeon intervened, her voice firm but composed. “we can't afford to play selfishly. if they start double pressing you, we lose our offensive advantage. rei will find her rhythm. just stick to the plays we practiced.”

y/n watched as her girlfriend clenched her jaw and scoffed quietly. lisa’s body language radiated irritation and restlessness. the point guard knew her girlfriend was aggravated, lisa hated losing, even if it was just for a moment.

lisa turned to face coach irene and coach taeyeon, setting her water bottle down on the bench before speaking.

“then give me my point guard. switch seulgi out for y/n so we can run the new plays.”

coach taeyeon exchanged a knowing look with coach irene. they both understood that they needed to gain a lead, and fast. coach irene nodded in agreement, giving her approval. “alright, we'll make the switch. y/n, you’ll go in right now. somi, you take yujin’s place too. yena, you’re going in for yeri. lisa stays in, but we’re keeping rei in too. ”

y/n nodded and quickly removed her warm-up pullover, revealing the dark forest green uniform underneath. she exchanged a determined glance with rei before heading onto the court. rei gave her a grateful smile, and y/n couldn't help but offer an encouraging wink.

y/n kim had played alongside lisa countless times. the pair knew each other better than the back of their own hands. every micro expression, every movement, every twitch in their muscles, they knew and could read it all.

needless to say that despite the volatile relationship, the two lovers had insurmountable chemistry on the court.

right before heading onto the court, y/n felt a tug on the back of her waistband. she already knew where this was going as she waited for her teammates to walk in front of her.

the shorter girl felt a pair of hands on her waist, guiding her backwards until she felt her back pressed into her girlfriend’s front.

“i swear to god,” lisa mumbled as she brushed her lips against the shell of her girlfriend’s ear. “you better not set rei up.” she tightened her grip ever so slightly, noticing how the shorter girl poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue.

y/n felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of dread and trepidation. lisa's touch was dangerous, and it sent conflicting emotions coursing through her. she looked over her shoulder, her voice barely a whisper as she replied,

“i’m going to do what needs to be done.”

lisa's chuckle was dark and low, sending a chill down y/n's spine. “good,” she purred, her fingers tracing a tantalizing pattern along her girlfriend’s waistband. “but just remember you need me to score.”

the door slamming open caught both of the lovers off guard. yena stood in the doorway, a small scowl on her face as she glanced in between the two. she motioned with her head towards the court where the rest of the team was.

“hurry up.”

y/n quickly extricated herself from lisa's hold, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. lisa's expression had shifted from possessiveness to irritation, her eyes narrowing at yena's interruption. the tension in the air was palpable as y/n hurriedly made her way out of the locker room, leaving lisa behind.

“what was that all about?” yena asked, raising an eyebrow at her roommate. y/n shook her head as the noise from the crowd increased when the ref blew his whistle. “nothing. let’s just get ahead.”

the pair joined their teammates out on the court, waiting for the other team to join them. y/n glanced behind her at rei, noticing the way lisa was glaring at her. the point guard jogged over to the japanese girl, putting her hands on her shoulders.

“rei, look at me.” y/n said softly, shaking the younger girl gently. “you’re starting in the first scrimmage of the season. that means you are a great player. shake your nerves off, okay?”

the freshman timidly nodded, fully aware of the pair of eyes burning into the back of her head.

whistles from the referee were the signal for each of the girls to get into position, but just as y/n turned to jog back to her position, she shouted over her shoulder.

“i need you, rei!”

the vipers have always been known for their impressive offense, especially within the past few seasons with lisa being the star player. lisa may be the face of the basketball program, but true fans knew that y/n was just as important.

y/n was the only reason lisa could play the way she did. after all, lisa was only one of the pawns.

kim y/n was the game master, and she could choose which pieces she wanted to use, as well as the ones not to.

y/n did her best to support rei. she passed the ball to her whenever she could, boosting the freshman's confidence. rei, in turn, started gaining momentum. with each successful dribble and accurate pass, her nerves began to fade.

however, y/n's decision to focus on rei did not sit well with the superstar.

the star player was accustomed to being at the center of attention, and being the hero who always clinched the wins. now she just felt sidelined. her frustration bubbled beneath the surface, transforming her usual dominance on the court into a deliberate lack of effort.

during defensive plays, lisa would linger a moment too long, allowing her opponent to slip past her. when the ball came her way, she would pass it to someone else instead of taking the shot herself. it was subtle enough that the coach and other teammates didn't immediately notice, but y/n saw through it.

yena noticed it, too. but she knew better than to start arguing with her roommate’s girlfriend in the middle of a game.

“y/n! run yellow!” coach taeyeon barked from the sidelines. it was the middle of the third quarter and ygu was still down, 52-48. lisa’s head snapped in the direction of their coaches, only to return her gaze to her girlfriend as she watched y/n bring the ball down.

“you heard your mom.” lisa shouted, already implying what needed to be done. each of ygu’s plays were assigned color code names.

and yellow was the only play that involved lisa the most.

y/n knew she had no authority on the court at the moment. her girlfriend was the co-captain, and her mother was the head coach. she had no choice but to comply.

with a swift nod, y/n shouted out the play name. yellow was a play that only worked if they were guarding man-to-man, and not in a zone.

this meant that anywhere the vipers moved, snu’s defense followed. ygu was going to use it to their advantage.

yellow was a triangle offense play that utilized herself as well as lisa and yena. however there was one problem.

somi, lisa’s best friend and “yes” woman, was the center.

“somi!” lisa barked, and the tall blonde moved quickly, already knowing better than to disobey her best friend and roommate. the blonde positioned herself in the low post, using her height and strength to create space for lisa. she braced herself for the incoming defenders, determined to execute the play flawlessly.

her role was clear: be the reliable anchor in the paint.

y/n, with a sharp focus on the game, dribbled the ball near the three-point line, orchestrating the offense. she scanned the court, analyzing the defense and looking for an opportunity to exploit. rei looked at her anxiously, but made a small cut across the key, drawing the attention of her defender.

however, lisa was quicker than the japanese girl.

the older girl crossed over rei’s cut with her own, moving in front of the freshman after y/n had passed the ball into the opening. with a quick bounce and jump shot, lisa finished the play with the ball in the net.

the crowd from snu was loud, especially since this was just a scrimmage. but their basketball program this year was becoming increasingly popular, especially with their lineup.

and especially since their former star player, huh yunjin, was now playing for ygu.

“keep back!” lisa snapped at the japanese girl as they jogged back to their side of the court to defend the basket. somi nodded in agreement, looking down at the freshman. “yeah, you’re getting in the way.” the blonde added with a bit of venom.

rei looked down at her shoes as she ran, trying to concentrate on the game and not the way she felt like crying.

the bloodbath for possession continued until the end of the 3rd quarter, and coach kim and coach bae both were getting restless. the score was too close still, and the vipers needed momentum.

but ygu was still losing, 68-64.

“are we changing anyone in the lineup?” lisa asked as she side eyed a certain japanese freshman, who was fidgeting with her forest green jersey and trying to ignore the shaded question.

coach taeyeon nodded her head. “yeji, go in for yena. everyone else stay in.”

the thai girl licked her lips before nodded in disapproval, but knew that she had no control over the lineup. the whistle blew, and the fourth quarter began right where the third had left off.

lisa, yeji, and somi, however, had their own agenda. they kept exchanging covert glances, silently acknowledging their plan. their eyes would often drift toward rei, the talented freshman who had unwittingly become the center of their discontent.

it wasn’t personal, but it was about performance. and lisa was blaming the younger girl for the gap in the score and all the points they lost from her nervous mistakes.

rei tried her best to focus on the game. her movements were precise, her passes accurate, but every time she attempted to make a move, she found herself blocked out.

somi would either linger too long, and not help create the space rei wanted to make. yeji would fake passes in the younger girl’s direction, only to give the ball to lisa instead. and lisa?

well, she wasn’t one to share the glory that came from scoring.

the trio's strategy was working — they were isolating rei from crucial plays, effectively minimizing her impact on the game.

y/n knew this wasn’t good. it was bad enough lisa’s posse was bullying her friend. it was even worse because she knew rei wasn’t a pushover player.

the girl was starting in the scrimmage for a reason, and it was not to be blocked out and bullied into staying put.

but she knew they had to win. they had to.

basket after basket, ygu managed to claw their way back in the 4th quarter. it wasn’t easy, and there were a lot of issues with fouls, but they still stood their ground.they had narrowed the gap, keeping it within 2-4 points rather than 10-12. but time wasn’t on the viper’s side.

81-80, with only less than 1 minute and ygu still trailing.

there was one big problem; lisa, yeji, and somi, were all 4 fouls each. if any of the three received a fifth, they’d be benched for the rest of the game.

y/n hated what the trio was doing, but she knew that they were still good players. she couldn’t sacrifice the integrity of the game, but she also knew she had to sacrifice a pawn.

if she decided to set up somi, there was a risk that she’d immediately foul because of her position as center. if she went with yeji as the exploit, it would leave a hole in the defense.

and if she sacrificed her girlfriend, it would be betrayal.

she knew she had to sacrifice herself, because she only had 3 fouls.

coach kim was yelling something on the sideline, but her daughter wasn’t paying attention. y/n had 3 fouls already, and as she saw snu’s offense barreling towards their zone defense, she knew a 4th foul was incoming.

the crowd's roar echoed in y/n's ears as snu's player drove towards the basket, eyes locked on the hoop. y/n's mind raced, weighing the options in the split second she had. she couldn't afford another foul, and yet, she couldn't let her opponent score easily either.

with a burst of speed, y/n intercepted the snu player, her body moving on instinct. she jumped, arms raised, attempting to block the shot. the referee's whistle blew, and the gymnasium fell into a tense hush. it was a foul. y/n's heart sank as the reality of her situation settled in.

four fouls.

snu's fouled player and point guard, kim chaewon, stepped up to the free-throw line. the pressure of the game was evident on her face. the first shot left her fingertips, sailing through the air and landing perfectly in the net.

the score now stood at 82-80, snu still in the lead. the crowd erupted into a mix of excitement and anxiety.

the second free throw was about to be taken, and y/n's eyes narrowed in focus. she couldn't change the past, but she could influence the future. as the snu player released the ball, y/n willed it to miss.

the ball hit the rim and bounced off. a clear miss.

the point guard could feel the beads of sweat falling from her brow as she glanced at the scoreboard. the glowing countdown made the adrenaline in her body spike as she felt her vision tunneling in.

there was still time left on the clock, and ygu had one last chance.

she glanced at her teammates, and then her mother, determination burning in her eyes. for a moment, kim taeyeon saw a version of her younger self in her daughter.

the referee handed y/n the ball, and she dribbled past half-court. the gymnasium seemed to scream and simultaneously hold its breath as the vipers orchestrated their final play.

y/n’s heartbeat pounded in her skull as everything seemed to move into slow motion. her eyes scanned the court briefly, taking in the situation and analyzing the best course of action.

they were down 2 points. there was an 80% chance of them fouling again, and even though it wouldn’t mean much since the game was ending, y/n knew both her mother and coach bae would be livid if any of them fouled out. winning was crucial, but so was winning with a statement.

it’s why yunjin was benched for this entire scrimmage against her former university. they wanted to prove they could beat snu without using their former star player.

time was running out. but y/n still had one final ace up her sleeve.

she still had rei.

with seconds ticking away, the point guard made her decision. she saw rei, standing just beyond the three-point line, her eyes focused and determined. it was a risky move, passing up the opportunity to give the ball to lisa, her girlfriend and star player known for her clutch shots.

but y/n believed in naoi rei. all she needed was a decent chance at proving that to herself.

the point guard could feel the beads of sweat falling from her brow as she glanced at the scoreboard. 5 seconds left.

when y/n attempted to create an opening, somi quickly moved so her defender followed and crowded the other girl’s previously open position. this left two options.

lisa and rei.

y/n glanced at the japanese girl, who looked like she was a kicked puppy because of the glare lisa was shooting at her. it was a silent warning to not intervene.

lisa wanted this, the blood and the glory of being the one to push their school over for the win.

the shooting guard made her way to the top of the arch, ready to receive the pass from her girlfriend. but in one swift motion, y/n passed the ball to rei, who stood open in the far corner.

the gymnasium roared with anticipation as rei squared up, her shooting form flawless. the defenders closed in, but the freshman seemed unfazed this time.

“rei, now!” the point guard shouted as she took one final look at the clock. 0.5 seconds. it was now or never.

rei released the ball, a perfect arc guiding it towards the hoop. the crowd held its collective breath as the ball sailed through the net, swishing cleanly.

83-82. ygu had won.

y/n immediately ran to the freshman with a smile on her face, shaking the smaller girl as she hugged her.

the gymnasium was alive with euphoria, the sound of victory echoing off the walls. y/n couldn’t help the surge of pride that filled her. rei, the freshman who had been doubted, had just become the hero of the game.

as y/n released her in the midst of the celebration, she saw the disbelief and elation in rei’s eyes. “you did it, rei!” y/n exclaimed, her voice drowned out by the cheers around them.

the younger girl’s face lit up with a radiant smile. “i did it!” she screamed, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and gratitude. “that was so scary, unnie!” she shouted back as she hugged the point guard tightly, but still holding that million dollar smile on her face.

the moment was interrupted by yuqi rushing over to the japanese girl, pulling her from y/n’s grasp and swinging the smaller girl around in a circle. “you did it, kiddo!” she shouted as the japanese girl laughed, wiggling out of the other girl’s arms.

the rest of the team swarmed around them, engulfing their second youngest in a sea of congratulatory pats on the back and hugs. coach taeyeon, her stern expression replaced by a rare smile, approached them, her eyes gleaming with pride. she clapped a hand on rei’s shoulder.

“fantastic shot, rei. congratulations,” coach taeyeon said, her voice carrying a genuine warmth. she then turned her attention to her daughter, and pulled her in for a side hug.

“good call.” taeyeon whispered to the point guard, who only gave her a small smile in return.

“i learned from the best.”

lisa’s eyes locked with her girlfriend’s, and y/n noticed just from the body language that she was upset. she didn’t go up to the shooting guard yet, wanting to savor the win for just a moment longer without having to deal with the drama.

eventually, it was time to get back onto the bus. the vipers gathered their things from the visiting locker room, and packed up to return back to their university.

y/n was in the middle of putting her hoodie on when somi bumped a bit too harshly into her shoulder. she knew it was a hostile move, especially coming from the center.

but it was always like this. if lisa was mad at y/n, somi was also mad at her too.

yeri saw what had happened and immediately rose to her feet, moving over to grab the center by her arm. the blonde girl looked over at her senior, raising an eyebrow.

“what?” somi said nonchalantly, earning an icy stare from the older kim family member.

“watch where you’re going, jeon somi.”

it was more than a warning. it was a threat.

the tension in the locker room was palpable as lisa entered the room, her jersey top draped over her neck like a rolled towel. irritation was evident in her demeanor as she slammed the door behind her shut, making sure everyone’s attention was on her.

the moment she locked eyes with her girlfriend, she turned her attention to rei, who was sitting on the bench in front of her. she subtly addressed the freshman with a venomous tone that sent shivers down everyone's spines.

“are we going to ignore how many mistakes were made? how much of an embarrassment that was?”

yeri raised an eyebrow at the star player, replying with a flat tone. “are we counting your fouls as mistakes too?”

the thai girl’s eyes narrowed in on y/n’s older cousin before she pointed a finger at the freshman on the bench.

“sure. but the majority are all rei’s. don’t forget to count that too.”

y/n felt a mix of frustration and helplessness as she watched lisa target her young friend. the freshman looked utterly bewildered, her eyes wide with shock and hurt. but despite the accusations, rei remained silent, not daring to argue back. the weight of lisa's words was crushing, but this time it seemed different.

“lisa, that's enough.” yuqi's voice cut through the tension, but lisa ignored her, her focus still fixed on rei.

yena, unable to contain her anger, stepped forward. “you're out of line, lisa. we win as a team and lose as a team. blaming rei for everything is unfair and petty.”

seulgi, the captain, stood up and spoke, adding to the conversation. “everyone made mistakes today. everyone is accountable for them. but we don’t need to point fingers.” she said sternly as she zipped her team jacket up.

lisa scoffed, dismissing yena and seulgi’s words. “unnie, if i remember correctly, you were the one who said you didn’t want freshman on the team this year because of things like this?” she said as she shot a glare towards her senior.

tears started to trickle down rei’s cheeks, her hands trembling in her lap. she was just nervous today, and she thought she had made up for it by winning the game for her team. however, that wasn’t good enough for lisa.

but nothing was ever good enough for lisa.

hanni, unable to bear seeing her teammate and friend so distraught, moved closer to rei, wrapping a protective arm around her. the youngest player also knew better than to talk back to lisa, regardless of what she said.

seulgi’s jaw clenched as she remained silent. lisa had hit a nerve, but she decided to keep going in at rei. “hey kid?” the shooting guard snapped as she looked back at the younger girl, who flinched at the co-captain’s words.

“remember that you just got lucky. the only thing you’ve proved tonight is that you’re just a liability.”

yena, who had been watching the altercation with growing anger, couldn't take it anymore. she lunged forward and tried to swing at lisa.

the small forward could handle a lot of things. she could handle yuri’s shouting, she could handle lisa’s temper, and she could handle people criticizing her.

but she drew the line when it came to her younger players.

“lisa you cunt!” she shouted as yuqi quickly held her back just before the girl’s fist could collide with the side of lisa’s face. the taller girl’s eyes wide as she looked next to her for help holding a very angry yena.

“yunjin, a little help!”

while yunjin helped yuqi, ahn yujin motioned with her head for them to start moving back to the bus so they could go home. yeji and somi both followed an unfazed lisa as she pulled her hoodie over her head and exited the locker room.

seulgi quickly shot a warning glare at yena, who immediately stilled her violent swings and sighed in defeat.

“put her down. let’s go.”

the rest of the team filed out, and the girls made their way back onto the bus. rei pulled her hoodie over her head tightly, not wanting her coaches to see her tear stained cheeks or her bloodshot eyes. y/n gave the japanese girl a soft pat on the shoulder as she passed by her row, and mouthed a quick “take care of her” to hanni before she made her way to sit next to yena.

yuqi was sitting in a row by herself, using the extra space to stretch out and sleep until they arrived back at the university.

yunjin looked out the window at the curb, noticing a familiar head of dark hair peeking out from a navy blue hoodie. the transfer student blew a small kiss, and if it wasn’t for the smile she saw on the other girl’s face, she would’ve thought that she didn’t see it.

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“You smell that boys?” Jason Carver, Hawkins resident star athlete, the number one runner for prom king was making his rounds of the lunch room and had settled in behind the table that held the hellfire club with his team of lackies standing on either side of him.

“Smells like faggot, right? Or am I imagining things..” He stood there in his letterman jacket, arms crossed as his friends laughed. Egging him on to continue as the younger members of the DnD club kept their eyes down. Y/N had listened to them talk about their current for weeks now as he worked at the closest Academy store a few towns over that the school had contracted with to provide new equipment and uniforms, shoes and so on. Your manager had decided who better to make the trips back and forth to make the deliveries than their employee who also went to school there.

So every shift you worked you loaded up a couple boxes into your boyfriends van and the next day you’d have to brave the mens locker room and get the coaches signature letting your boss know the school had actually received what they paid for. Eddie despised it.

Even if nothing had happened to you, and you never told him what you heard Jason and the others talking about it was like he just knew. Chrissy and Eddie this, Eddie and Chrissy that. Carver must have been the most insecure man in the school, hell it was your boyfriend he was insinuating things about. Not that he would actually put his own girlfriends reputation down by saying he was worried they were fucking but why else would he be so hung up on the topic.

Y/N squeezed Eddie’s hand that he had been holding under the table before brushing their hands against his pants, motioning for him to break his grip. Eddie shot him a look and looked over their expression. You’d gotten an idea.

Clearing your throat you slowly stood up and the jocks took a couple steps away, you were very similar to Eddie in that you had to repeat the school year several times but the difference was that you were actually intentionally intimidating. Not just because you hung out with freaks but because you had no problems with getting into a fight to defend one, it was one of the main reasons Eddie had fallen for you in the first place, you didn’t run.

“I don’t know Carver, I think you must be mistaken.” Y/N turns around with a smirk as the blonde before him gave a huff and uncrossed his arms.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Oh, well..You know a couple of days ago when your mom called the house and you picked up?” Y/N had to use all his restraint to not laugh at the way Jason’s facial expression changed to that of confusion. You’d overheard him talking about him and Chrissy hanging out and watching a movie when his mother called the house telling him she wouldn’t be home until late. At the time he had been all for it, excited even that he might get more time to attempt to put the moves on his girl.

“How do you even…get to the fucking point—“

You took a couple steps forward in a pretend attempt to make it seem like you were trying to keep the conversation hush-hush, “You know that really nice restaurant, yeah? Pretty close to your house, the Italian place.” You licked your lips as if you were reminiscing about the night, clasping your hands together as you relayed the story. “I figured since your dad is outta town why the hell not go for it right?”

“How the fuck do you even know that my dad is—“

You held up your hand to cut him off, you weren’t even close to the climax of your story. “I’m getting there, patience Jason. Anyway, I took her out to a really amazing seafood dinner.” Jason’s friends brains seemed to be catching on a lot faster than his own, which was understandable. His mother was the wife of a Deacon, well liked and affluent in the community. It was like his brain had skipped a beat while trying to process what you were saying as you said it.

“And I mean, I treated her real good, like a goddamn princess. I know that’s probably what she’s used to and all but she deserves it having a piece of shit like you for a kid.” The entire lunchroom was now hyper focused on the one sided conversation taking place. You were now mentally thanking yourself for taking those three years of drama.

“You better..” Jason took a step forward and held his finger out towards you as he lowered his voice, looking to the side and noticing how many people were listening. “You better shut the fuck up right now L/N..” You chuckled lightly an turned on your heel before taking a step onto the plastic chair you had been sitting in earlier and then taking a stand on the table.

“You gotta hear the best part though Jason. So then after we were done, I took her back to my place and fucked the absolute shit outta your mom and she fuckin’ loved it!” You bent over as you raised your voice, finishing out the end of the sentence, you then imitated the movement with your hands in front of your lap as if you were gripping onto someone’s hips.

Jason was red in face as the room broke out into howling laughs, ‘oohs and ahhs’ echoing as his eyes never left your form standing in the table. Eddie looked up at you after turning away from Jason whose chest was rising and falling with heavy angry breaths. “Run.”

As he rushed to lunge at your legs and pull you off the table you quickly made your way off the other side, kicking Dustin’s tray off as you did so much to his dismay.

“Damn Jason! Selfish much? Did you think those tits were only for you to suck on?” You yelled as you stared him down from across the table. When he made his move to start running around one side you faked to the other end. Maybe if Andy and Chance hadn’t been so busy laughing their asses off they could have helped him out in blocking your route of escape.

Eddie was smacking the table with his fist as he had long since joined the others in laughing, you were pretty damn convincing in your performance. If he hadn’t made sure almost all of either of yours’ free time was spent fucking each other or doing literally anything else he might have actually believed that you’d gotten it on with Carvers mother.

“What? Don’t like the idea of me pounding away into her while you and Chrissy were snuggled up on the couch?” Jason might’ve had the upper hand in that he could continuously give chase, his stamina was unrivaled, but you felt decently confident that even if he did catch you and beat your ass that it would be one hundred percent worth it.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Honor thy father AND thy mother Jason! You don’t wanna make god angry right? Taking away her side piece and killing me seems like it would definitely send you straight to hell!” You cackled as you weaves back and forth through the lines of tables until you saw the double doors quickly approaching.

“Get think about that next time it’s past your bedtime and you’re all snuggled up in bed, she’s moaning my fuckin’ name in mine!” You kicked bricks out of there fast as hell, bumping into the basketball coach right as he was on his way into the cafeteria, not stopping for even a second to apologize to him.

Y/N was confident that he’d stop Jason in his tracks, and when that inevitable call of his name rang over the intercom asking them to report to the office he would already be long gone. His boyfriend wiped his hot face, the tears from his exuberant laughing smearing as he did. God he loved you. He loved you so fucking much, even if you’d finally decided to listen to him for once and run.

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