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gojology · 3 years

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Clubs Aren’t My Thing. (2/2) (18+)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | woooo, part 2 ! as stated previously, this is heavily inspired by @/mystic-sky on tumblr or skyfelt on ao3. amazing writer, check her out (but this isn’t a direct copy, just same storyline in a way). i’m cleaning up my writing a lot, i think. maybe im getting better as well? probably not but uh i kinda gave up at the end and uh.. hope u enjoy.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Voyeurism To Some Degree, Teasing, Ripped Tights, I didn’t proof read. 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Dom! Gojo x Sub! Female Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 4561

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | In which you finally get fucked by this mysterious, yet freakishly handsome stranger. That’s it, you just get fucked.

The first thing you realize is how cold it is. The wind is working against you, it seems, as you take your first step out of the warm building. Hair blows in every direction, you button up your cardigan, your breath coming out in puffs of smoke. Shivers went down your spine. Not too far behind you, the mysterious man that you had met just an hour ago trailed behind, winking and waving at the girls confidently using him as eye-candy. Long strides, hands shoved into his pockets. Your heart swells as you watch other woman stare flirtatiously as he gestured back at them, before their eyes set on you. He followed you like a duckling, and you’re sure to relish in how powerful it made you feel. He walked like a model, with so much confidence. He didn’t appear as cold, his cheeks were flush and he reeked of fruity sugary alcohol, a playful grin still stubbornly on his face, 5 minutes later. “Uber should be coming soon... I think, too lazy to check. You cold?” he slurred huskily. You nod. For a one night stand, he was strangely kind to you. He doesn’t say anything after that, so you opt to listen to the life around you. The clicking of high heels, the chatter, the drunken rants. “Aw, come here.” He didn’t give you much of a choice, though. Pulling you in to his chest, without warning. Your first instinct is to scream bloody murder, but he’s so warm, and you definitely need it. One loose arm over your figure, his unoccupied arm dangled dangerously close to your butt. Taking in a deep breath, anticipating the feeling of being so scandalous in public, he chuckles breathily, almost like a taunt. You can feel the rumble in his chest as he cleared his throat. You stare up at him, confused as to why you’re not feeling anything in your lower regions, before you realize what he was doing. Rubbing your head with the once unoccupied hand, his fingers weaved into your hair as he sniffled. Something about the interaction was strangely intimate, but you don’t dare to say a word. You inhale sharply, rubbing your face into his chest. You want to get closer, deep in bliss as he seemed to return the want back. You want to close any remaining space between the two of you, but making the first move was scary. He yawns, and this triggers you to yawn as well. It was probably well past 1 AM by now, and you were tired. You couldn’t hear much around you other then the honk of the growing sea of cars, some people just starting their night, and the others ending it. “Oh shit. Our Uber’s here.” he mutters under his breath, pushing you out of his chest gently. Whining, you try to push yourself back into his arms, he takes a quick glance down at you, traces of a faint lukewarm smile playing upon his lips. Almost like he’s saying, “Are you kidding me right now?” before taking a hold of your hand. Fingers intertwining as if they were meant to be together, you gawk down at your hands, before looking back up at him. There were a few issues, one, you had no idea if this man had an intent to kidnap you. Second, you didn’t know what the Uber looked like, and you’re too embarrassed to ask. Third, he was holding your hand with no hesitation, and the feeling in your chest was indescribable. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but you hope that it’s something along the lines of what you’re thinking. Your eyes briefly flickering over his jawline as you pondered to yourself, but what you do know is that you’re being dragged towards the presumed Uber. It’s sleek, and black, with a glossy finish, you note. “Yo chill, I’m not gonna kidnap you, missy.” chuckling, examining your doubtful, yet frightened expression. He swung open the car door carelessly. “After you, m’lady.” he adds, bowing and straightening, his chin up. “Thank you, Sir Mysterious.” you give him a small smile before sliding into the sleek, comfortable seats. His eyebrow raised, he looked at you. “That’s a first.” “It’s also a shit nickname, maybe that’s why you’ve never heard it.” you suggested. “I like it. Has a nice ring to it.” a lukewarm smile played at his glossy lips. The sly smile wipes clean off your face, he laughs at you while sliding into his designated seat, as if he owned the car. Right. You were in a car, and it would be best for you to study your surroundings, just to make sure you weren’t being kidnapped. The car was obviously expensive, black leather reclining seats, and a sweet offering of warmth against the chill of the midnight air. A coffee cup idly stood in the cup holder, the driver taking a quick sip and turning his body to look at you two. Air fresheners and various trinkets dangled from the rear-view mirror, swinging back and forth “A couple, eh? You wanna go to this address?” The driver whipped his phone out, an address in black, bold text stood out. “Yep.” the man says confidently. Opening your mouth to speak, you try to inform the driver that he wasn’t your boyfriend, before your supposed boyfriend covers your mouth with his hand as soon as the driver repositioned towards the steering wheel. You realize that his other hand is on your thigh, stroking your skin. This newfound position was at the very least, terrifying. There was another person in the vehicle, for starters, and you weren’t exactly the quiet type when it came to, well, anything in general. Cold, large calloused hands considerately caressed your thigh, and your breathing hitches. His other arm against his side, but you know his fingers are itching to feel you all over. You want to moan, but the driver’s presence is enough to tell you that it would be stupid. Fingers drawing shapes, words, anything would repeatedly loop on the sensitive skin just barely. He was definitely teasing you, but you couldn’t quite fight back. “Why don’t you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” he whispers, you anticipate the driver to look back at the two of you, and to throw both of you off the car, but he does no such thing. Feebly, you raise your arm up, ignoring the flirtatious request. Swatting his hand away in a desperate attempt to get him to stop before it got out of hand, but he’s persistent. It’s getting even more difficult to breathe quietly now, your body getting hotter and hotter and hotter. It doesn’t take long for a noise to slip out from your lips that you can’t quite shut up, and the driver turns to look at you. “So precious.” the white haired man mouths to you before quickly turning his head to look at the window, humming to himself, still caressing your thigh. “Ma’am? Are you okay?” About to respond, the white haired man scooched closer to you. His clothed leg now rubbing your bare skin. He whistles innocently in the opposite direction before skimming his hand against your inner thigh, and you almost shriek. Instead, you let out a pathetic gasp. Panning his gaze over to you, he gives you a sly, playful smirk, before looking away again. Drawing more shapes onto your skin, he hums. It was so hard to focus, or even remember the words the driver had said literally just a minute ago. You feel yourself shiver, almost losing yourself entirely to his hands before shakily responding to the driver, praying to any divine figure in the skies that you would be coherent. “Y-yeah. Just, spilled water on m-my clothes.” you reply, barely audible. The driver’s eyes stared back at yours, concern etched onto his features, before sighing. Tension grew inside of you. “Alright, if you need anything, just ask, okay ma’am?” Trying to respond, no sound comes out of your mouth, and the reason dawns on you. Taking a quick look down, the man’s digits were now fumbling with your panties, brushing against your wetness. It takes a moment for you to register in your brain, you thank every entity possible for preventing the inevitable slew of noises you’d make. Waves of need crashing over your body. You hungrily stare at him, hoping that he’d be kind enough to stop and save it for later. Circling your entrance through the now utterly soaked panties, he dips his finger in, just enough so you could feel the slight pressure against your sensitive skin. He’s fucking taunting you again. Driver be damned, you needed him. Opening your legs more, you confidently peer at him, inviting him to explore your body even more. His fingers are drumming against the leather surface, the other hand had retreated back to your thigh, boldly looking at you back. “No. I thought you didn’t want to, what’s with the change of thought?” he mouths, stifling a chuckle and a smug tone, already knowing what you were going to ask. Bewildered, you gape at him before shaking your head curtly, making sure you’re staring daggers at his stupidly arrogant face. “Stop fucking playing with me then!” “You’re too cute.” “Fine then.” closing your legs, you stare out the window, your chin sitting on the palm of your hand. Flickering blurry lights passing by quickly. Looking at your reflection, you steal a quick glance at the flirtatious bastard. “If you’re so angry, why can’t you look away from me for 1 second?” he whispers proudly. You can’t think of a snarky remark, so you huff and look back at the window defeatedly. What a cocky arrogant little- Your bruised pride burning into ashes, you grunt in response before the car abruptly halts to its stop. Were you two too loud? “What are you two so scared for? Freezing up like a deer in headlights, we’re at your destination.” the driver said, twisting his head around, his eyebrow slightly raised. “Oh, yeah, thanks.” That was way too close to comfort, and you’re resisting the urge of banging on his chest for being so overly confident in his endeavors. You open the car door, cursing under your breath, swinging your legs out and lightly stepping out. First thing you realize in the new destination? This guy was obviously loaded. In front of you were a bunch of condos, and it was bound to cost a lot. Modern architecture was all you could see, wide windows and balconies in every corner. Suddenly, you’re self conscious about your outfit, were you too poorly dressed? The man hums, placing his hand on your shoulder. Plant life was meticulously placed in such a beautiful manner that you promise yourself that you would search up his name- if you ever got it, on the Forbes lists. “Like what you see?” Snapping out of it, you look back at him, and you nod, still astounded by his presumed riches. “Yeah? Lets go up missy, I got more to show, in more ways then one.” ‧₊˚✩彡. Standing in front of his door, you realize how quiet and still the atmosphere is. He fumbles with his keys, muttering to himself, and you can’t help but wonder if you’re about to have sex with some celebrity. Not knowing how to start conversation, you clear your throat. “You ever going to tell me your name?” “Aw, the little baby still wants my name.” he cooed “Call me Gojo.” he adds nonchalantly. “(Y/N).” you reply, ecstatic. That wasn’t too hard, but you wonder why he didn’t just give up his name to you at the club earlier. Perhaps he didn’t think he was going to take you back? “Aw, sugar. You scared?” Gojo says, looking you up and down. Well, that’s what you assumed. He still had his glasses on. “No I’m not, who said that?” “Look at your legs, missy.” he cheekily replies. Looking down, you realize you’re violently shaking, and you didn’t even realize it. “...Maybe.” you say coyly. He breathily chuckles, finally opening the door with the right key. You’re surprised by the presence of such a spotless place, a large, plush black leather couch was in one corner, the other, an island. Amazingly large windows replaced what would usually be the walls, and you could see the extent of the city life from where you’re standing. “Slip your shoes off girly, sandals on the left. Can I offer you something?” Gojo questions you, walking over to the island. “...I’m not much of a drinker.” you reply, still standing in the doorway. You were honestly more interested in him then the small talk. “Baby, sit down. Don’t you wanna see me up close?” he pats the cushioned island seats, and you sheepishly walk over. “I have apple juice too. If that’s more your vibe.” you watched him swirl some melting ice cubes around in a glass of water with a spoon. “I’m not 12.” you retort, maybe the guy wasn’t a celebrity. No famous guy has apple juice in the fridge, rather then fancy champagne and wine. Gojo snickers, “Hey, I’m not 12 either, I’m nearing my fucking 30′s but I can never reject a good box of apple juice, plus, I teach a group of kiddos that drink this shit like it’s fine wine.” You pause, this guy was NEAR 30? He certainly didn’t look the age, and second of all, he bought apple juice just for the kids he taught? That was surprisingly sweet, but that didn’t explain the richness. “You’re a teacher?” you nod as he hands you a chilled box of apple juice. “Uh, yeah.” he scratches the back of his neck. “International Japanese teacher, sometimes I just teach in Japan as well. It pays good.” “No way you actually live here. Is this your friends place?” He laughs loudly, “So backhanded, and sassy! Nah, this is my place. As I said, job pays well. Feel free to stop by for a good fucking.” he says whilst pouring liquor into his glass cup. “You’re really confident in your abilities of fucking people.” you sarcastically note aloud as he slides into the comfortable tall stool next to you, drink in hand. “Hm, you weren’t saying that when I was touching you in that car, brat. How strange.” sipping his beverage lightly. Your mouth zipped shut, and he laughs again. “Aw, don’t go all awkward on me.” his once vacant hand now rubbing your shoulder. Setting down his drink, taking off his glasses. He doesn’t give you much time to admire his eyes, but what you can see is an almost aquamarine color, flecks of darker blue sprinkled throughout. So brilliantly colored it didn’t look real. Before you realize it, he leans closer into your neck, suckling your skin and lightly nibbling. His breath fanning over your delicate skin, you can’t even hold back, gasping a little as his hands played with the hem of your cardigan, tugging at it playfully. You can’t even formulate words. He was undeniably good, his suckling now gradually getting more harsher and harsher, and you dread coming back to your friends place, neck full of hickeys, you’d be nudged for whoever did that to you for the rest of your life. He grunts, standing up in the little space between what was his stool and yours, even on such a surprisingly tall stool he still towered over you. He has to slightly crouch before his eyes is at the level of your neck, hungrily crashing back down. “G-Gojo!” you squeaked, struggling to do much of anything. You’re limp on the stool, slumped and burning up. Your skin was ridiculously hot. “Hmmm?” he smiles into your neck, pausing momentarily, you can feel him exhale harshly on your skin. You look him up and down, the sexual tension between the two of you was prominent, and so was the tent in his pants. You feel a whine creep up towards your throat, now realizing just how wet you are. Ignoring this, you gesture to your clothes. The layers were sticking to you, and you never wanted anything more then to just get the sex started. “...Hot.” is all you can muster pathetically. “What was, baby?” he coos at you. “Me.” shrugging off your cardigan the best you can, you let out a subtle whine, the weird feeling growing between your legs. “Yes, we both know you’re hot.” tipping your chin upwards to look at him, he smiles. “use your words.” “Clothes.. Off.” you pant, obviously sick and tired of the stupid sexual tension and the teasing. “Full sentence, girly.” he repeats, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You inhale his scent, smelling of expensive cologne and lingering sickeningly sweet alcohol. Looking up at him, but averting your gaze as soon as you saw those incredible eyes once again. “Look at me.” he orders. You peer up at him, swallowing. “P-please, take my clothes off.” you say politely. “All it took was a few hickeys? You really are a pretty kitty.” he smiles, kissing your forehead. “Get down.” You nod obediently, getting off the stool and looking back up at him, anticipating his next step. He bends down, swooping you up bridal style. One arm under your legs, gripped firmly onto the skin, the other under your waist. Your arms instinctively and rather slackly around his shoulders. You expect something, a kiss, anything, but all Gojo does is walk down an endless hallway full of doors. You lean closer into him while pouting, hoping that’ll catch his attention, but he doesn’t say a word. “Where are we going?” you finally ask, growing needy. “Bedroom. I’m not fucking on the couch. Pretty princesses deserve to be nice and comfy.” he replies back, fidgeting with the door knob. For a few seconds, all you can hear is how rapidly your heart is beating inside your chest, the rustling of clothes brushing against one another, and then the feeling sets in again. You could very well be fucking someone that was out of your league. He breathes a sigh of relief, and before you have the time to fully study his bedroom, he throws you off of the bed with a grunt. Gojo’s toned forearms by your side, you were obviously trapped. You can see his chain just dangle barely swing back and forth on the tip of your nose, his lips curled into a lukewarm smile. “You were so cheeky with me earlier, where’d she go?” stroking the corner of your lips. He doesn’t give you the time to respond, instead locking lips with you and rolling over to be on your side. It starts off small and soft first, but it gradually grew hot. The fluttering in your chest only intensified. Tongues exploring every inch of one another’s mouth, you swear you can taste mint. The anxiety melted off of you like wax, and the only thing he could focus on was how soft you felt against his lips. Delightfully experienced enough for it to be good, but not better then him. The smell of him was stronger now, and you’re sure you won’t be able to leave without some of it remaining on your clothes. Regardless, it was an addicting smell. Something you needed to come back to. Furiously exhaling through both of your noses, he finally lets go. Dazed, your whole body tingles. You want him to claim you all as your own, hungrily staring at him for more. Both of you were radiating heat. The kissing left little for thought, and all you can think about is kissing him once again. It seemed that the more you spent with him, the more demand you had for his attention. “Such cute noises. Makes me want to ravish you more.” Gojo tenderly pulls you in, claiming your mouth as his once again. Fumbling with your cardigan, yanking it off of your body. Large, hot hands brushing against your now semi-exposed skin, and you know he wants more. His hands brushed against your butt under your skirt, and you shiver just a bit. Pulling out from the kiss, he looks at you, panting heavily. “So beautiful.” he murmurs, brushing his thumb against your swollen lips. “You wanna know why they call me the best?” You nod, his arm snakes above your waist, forcefully flipping you down head first into the blankets. Just now realizing that all your clothes are no where to be found, presumably on the floor, you shiver at the cold air conditioner blowing against you. That is, besides your skirts and your tights. “On your arms, baby. Knees too.” he instructs, patting your butt. You obey, a warmth rushing to your cheeks again. He had you like a dog being trained by it’s owner, following their every order. “Good girl.” he says under his breath. You’re about to tell him that you’re still wearing tights, about to open your mouth, you heard a loud rip disturb the peaceful atmosphere, and a cold exposure to your lower regions. You squeal, digging your face into the covers, and he chuckles again. “Oh baby. You were begging for this, I can see why now.” you felt him drag his fingers against your panties, and you whimper. “So impatient for my touch, aren’t you kitty? You’ll have to wait.” About to complain, you look back at him before you find him shoving you down, sitting on your knees now, your nipples hardened in the air, but you want to be stimulated else where. “Be patient, and you’ll be rewarded, no complaining.” “But-” he cuts you off. “Don’t fucking talk over me, you got that?” “...Yes sir.” His eyes soften, and he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before his hands brushed against your nipples, rubbing them with his thumb. Rolling the sensitive bud, you loudly moan, trying to express that you wanted more. “God, you’re so cute.” he says under his breath, still rubbing and now slightly pulling them. Placing his mouth upon the abused buds, you stifle a cry out. Gently suckling, he used his other hand to play with the other attention-starved nipple mildly. You whine out again, beginning to melt under his stupidly experienced hands and mouth. The attention was nice, but you needed it some place else, his eyes looked up at you, his wet mouth still suckling your breast. Taking his wet mouth off your nipple, he looked at you, mischief still evident on his face. “You like that?” he says, cocking his head to his side. “I-If I say anything, It’ll fill your stupid ego.” you breathed. “And if you don’t say anything I’m not doing shit.” his hand now rubbing your butt. “You ripped my tights!” you spat back. “I’ll pay for it and more, no bother babygirl. Now tell me what I want to hear.” He obviously wasn’t lying, he could probably turn any girl into putty if he just wanted to, and here you were, in the palm of his hand. “...Please touch me more.” you uttered shamelessly. “Good girl. On your back, spread those pretty little legs for me too, why don’t you?” Lying down on the plush mattress and warm pillows, you stare at the ceilings. You peered at him starting where he left off. Giving you faint, yet chaste kisses on your breasts, trailing kisses down your stomach. “Aw, your panties are absolutely fucking soaked baby, how cute.” he cooed, parting the soaked fabric to the side. You look at him undress thoughtlessly, but you’re sure he’s done this several times. He did it with little to no effort, but that would mean that you’re not special. It would be useless to think about right now, you were gonna have the dicking of your lifetime anyway, it was called a one night-stand for a reason. The mountain of clothes grew taller. Growing impatient, you look up to where he was once standing, only to find him already in between your legs. “So pretty.” Gojo purred, circling your entrance just as he had done previously in the car ride, you squeak. “So lucky this is all mine.” Gojo had figured he could add, “for the night.” but that strangely felt wrong. He dips his fingers into your walls, and you cry out. Wrapping around his digits, sobbing, this wasn’t enough to satisfy your cravings. “You want more?” he huskily said, a tone of playfulness still rampant. “Yes! Please, just fuck me!” you croaked, already damn near about to cum from the teasing. “That’s my girl.” he whispered under his breath, slipping off boxers you didn’t even realize were there in the first place. He doesn’t give you a chance to see his full length, instead ramming inside of you. You inhale sharply at the sudden disruption. The throbbing evaporated into thin air, and you’re desperately grabbing at the sheets to steady yourself. Sweaty and sticky skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the room, along with your moans and his grunts. You could feel him reaching heights that you would never be able to do with the dildos you had at your house, much less your fingers. One hand on your waist to steady your flailing body, the other, roughly groping your breast. You were finding it hard to think, pleasure and euphoria filling your senses. Unknowingly, you wrap yourself around Gojo even harder then before. “Fuck, baby, I can barely pull out.” he panted. “you’re too tight.” You can’t even begin to respond, still deep in your state of pleasure, instead responding incoherently with a jumble of delicate moans and gasps in between. “C-cum!” “Hm? Repeat that princess?” he soothed. You’re unable to respond again, instead you try to lift your head up, and Gojo feels himself throb again, watching your eyes flutter back. It’s not until it’s too late, realizing a hot fluid flow down your holes. He pulls out, he himself ejaculating on your stomach. Both muscles stretched taut, you both laid on the bedsheets, sweating and panting. “Fuck, I haven’t had a girl like you in a while.” he says, turning his head to look at you. Strands of hair stuck to your forehead. “R-Really?” he kissed your forehead, tipping your chin with his long fingers. “Yes, really. I’m so lucky I spotted such a pretty little thing at a club.” The sun was starting to rise, you note, and you realize just how perfect his body is with the new light. A sudden warmth on your cheeks, you look down, still panting. “Clubs aren’t my thing.” you said breathlessly. “Fuck. It’s 5 AM” he says, eyes now glued to his phone, ruffling his white hair. “I’ll go-” “No, here, lets take a shower with each other, and then we sleep.” “Okay.” you responded, hoping to not make conversation, still believing that he was a celebrity. He handed you his phone, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I get your number?” “...Why?” you questioned. “...To call you back again, duh.” he teases, rubbing your head. No way, he wanted you back at his house? You? Not wanting to fuck up your chances, you nod, something was growing inside of you, and you weren’t quite sure what it was, but you knew he made you feel special.

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realcube · 3 years

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haikyuu boys with a professional volleyball player! s/o 🏆

characters: kuroo, bokuto, kita, oikawa & sakusa

tw// swearing

thank you anon for this awesome request!

Tetsurō Kuroo

he’d tell all his teammates about you and none of them would care

well, lev would care - he’d be so excited and asking for kuroo to get him your autograph but yaku would just be like ‘you don’t actually believe him, do you? 🙄’

so yeah, yaku would convince lev and yamamoto that you were just a figment of kuroo’s imagination

even thoUGH YAKU KNEW YOU WERE A REAL PERSON BC HE HAD MET YOU BEFORE AND HE KNEW THAT YOU WERE DATING KUROO AIREBVKZGA he just loved annoying kuroo <3

and he did the job well bc kuroo was definitely annoyed

he’d be waving his phone around, desperately trying to show lev and yamamoto the selfies he took with you but they’d just be like 😑

then he finally convinced you to come visit him at practise to put an end to his humiliation

so you appeared one day and kuroo was so hyped

but not as hyped as yamamoto

he has hot-ppl senses which tingled when you entered the room so he was the first to greet you while kuroo was sitting setting up the nets

he was literally all over you

‘woah 😍 your thigh are so toned’

‘uh thank you ???’

and kuroo was not here for it

‘AYE GET YOUR DIRTY PAWS AWAY FROM THEM!!’

yamamoto fkn shits himself and runs ✌🏃‍♂️💨

then kuroo picks you up bridal style and parades you around the gym, rubbing it in everyone’s face - especially yaku and lev

‘guys, do you see this? my totally REAL s/o! who’s been to NATIONALS!! uhuh. all mine, y’all.’

yaku is so ticked off and definitely goes to snitch him out to Nekomata

and lev is just so awed, ‘(y/n) is real???’

for a moment he thought he was dreaming too until kenma purposefully hit him with a ball

‘put me down, tetsurō.’ you groaned, folding your arms over your chest

he obeyed, gently setting you down on your feet before pecking your lips, ‘ok, well, i should probably get back to practise now - train hard so hopefully one day i can be as good as you.’ he joked, teasingly emphasising the ‘you’.

you playfully punched his arm before turning on your heels to head out, ‘you wish!’

although he’ll always joke about how amazing you are in comparison to him but he genuinely admires you 🤩

Kōtarō Bokuto

he hypes you up to his team constantly

they’ve literally never even met you and they are being asked all these questions from bokuto lol

‘hey onaga, did you see (y/n) at their nationals game the other day?’

onage flinched upon being jump-scared by his captain, then choked out a little white lie, ‘uh yeahhh.’

bokuto’s face lit up, ‘great! they were so amazing during the third set, weren’t they? what was your favourite part?’

onaga froze, ‘uhh- oh, i think i hear anahori calling me to help him practise his sets! gotta go.’ then he proceeded to bolt off

bokuto shrugged it off at first as he shouldn’t complain bc a teammate dropped a conversation to continue training with anahori - i mean, onaga came to volleyball club to practise so he wasn’t obligated to make conversation with bokuto

but while he was saying his goodbyes to everyone as they left the gym to go home, it hit him-

‘bye, komi! buh-bye, washio! and goooodbyeeee, konoha.’ bokuto let out a relived sigh as he had now finished saying his partings which meant he could lock the gym then go home, ‘wait-- ANAHORI DIDN’T EVEN COME TO PRACTISE TODAY! ONAGA!’

bokuto was deeply disheartened that his own teammate would lie to him - to get out of a conversation about you, no less

he just wanted them all to love you as much as he does

like..he’s your biggest fan!!!

~ even post-timeskip ~

he’d show up to all of your games wearing your jersey and some of the eagle-eyed press would try talk to him

they’d interview him about his own affair or about the MSBY Black Jackals but he genuinely has no interest in talking about that bc today is your day and he is here to support you

‘are you and your team hopeful to attend Olympics despite player Miya’s rumoured injury? and disclose whether these rumours are factual?’

sakusa decked atsumu after he joked about having covid-

the interview shoved and waved a microphone in bokuto’s face while he just stared at them blankly like ◉_◉

after a while bokuto stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth and chuckled, ‘don’t know! but the game is about to begin, shhh!-’ he hushed the interviewer, instinctively swatting the microphone away as he stood up in the stands to cheer for you, ‘WOOOO! GO, (Y/N)!’

then he turned to the interviewer who stood frozen with a dumbfounded look on his face, ‘THAT’S MY LOVERRRR!’ he screamed into the microphone so loudly that all the press naturally backed off

and please do the same for him when the press approach you at his games 🙏

Shinsuke Kita

ofc he dates a volleyball player player-

he is such an ushijima

he is ushijima if he wasn’t left-handed

he doesn’t really brag about you too often at practise but he feels so proud when you win a game then he comes to practise the next day and his teammates tell him to pass on a congratulations

also he always comes to your games

no matter how minor or how large

you’d think you could both bond a lot over volleyball and you did that in the beginning

but over time - especially when you started playing volleyball professionally - you found other things to bond over and saved volleyball for work

he probably runs a (y/n) stan page AEIVBARTBV

AND YOU’D NEVER GUESS

like he is literally a rice farmer- you are under the impression that he doesn’t even know what facebook is

and he’s good at selling the act too

‘did you see the picture of us i posted on my instagram?--’ you asked, taking another spoonful of your cereal

‘insta what?’ kita inquired without hesitation

then as soon as you exit the room, he’ll log onto his (y/n) twitter stan account

ok ok sorry i’ll stop now

anyway he ALWAYS tries to ensure that the first thing you eat after a big game is something that he cooks

and if you go out with your team to eat after a game to celebrate a victory, he’ll try at act sweet but he’s lowkey shady tbh

‘congratulations on your victory, (y/n). and to many more’ he lifted his glass and so did you

but just as you were about to take a sip, kita interjected, ‘but that is going to be difficult if you keep filling your body with junk rather than healthy, organi--’

‘kita-’

‘ok.’ he took a sip of his drink in your honour

HE JUST CARES ABOUT YOUR HEALTH AND WELLBEING HE’S NOT TRYING TO BE RUDE 😭

Tōru Oikawa

again, when you and oikawa first started dating, volleyball was one of the only things y’all talked about

but now that you were both doing it professionally, it was basically banned in your home

well, the the game itself wasn’t banned but i mean, why would you do something all day then come back to talk about it more?

you both might adore volleyball but everything has it’s limits lol

anyway, oikawa is another one that is extra af when they come to your games

he probably makes a sign and paints his face in your team colours

and when you come out onto the court, he’ll blow you a kiss and if you don’t blow one back he’ll be so offended lmao

bc he always makes a big deal out blowing you a kiss or winking at you as soon as he steps out onto the court

it’s basically a thing he does for good luck at this point

also, if there are ever ppl trying to take pictures of y’all in public- oikawa is the first to make a big show for them

like he’s all up on you

he’ll dip you then push his lips against you for a passionate kiss, in front of the ppl and they always go fkn crazy

he thinks he is like..Beyoncé famous...which he is not

please humble him

but nicely

but y’all only get attention around summertime when you are frequently playing big games

like if oikawa leaves the house a week you competed in a big game- he’ll literally get swamped with ppl asking about you

but contrarily, if you both leave the house in winter literally no one would even spare you a glance

on a RARE occasion, someone might sneakily snap a photo but that’s it

so you get the best of both worlds :))

also, if you’re an ace and he’s ever feeling down, if you ask him to set for you for a bit and you compliment one/all of his sets, he’ll literally feel so much better

Kiyoomi Sakusa

sometimes you both come back from a rough day at work, slump on the couch and watch TV together

after showering, changing, dinner etc

he’s not nna come anywhere near you if he thinks there is a chance he might be stinky from practise

he turned on the TV and it just so happened to be on an Live volleyball game in some language that neither of you understood

he’d snake his arms around your shoulders and pull you close to his chest, satisfied by your synced breathing

he’d press a single kiss against your jaw before shifting his attention onto the channel

you’d lay there in his arms, both of you seeming content in each other’s presence while watching the game

in reality though, neither of you were actually absorbing anything that was happening on the court - you were just staring blankly at the TV

the TV simply served as background noise to your cuddling

tbh he was way more interested in hearing the sound of your heart beat peacefully against his chest

after a while, if he gets bored, he might finally break the silence by inquiring about your day

but if he doesn’t, you’d probably end up falling asleep in his arms, forcing him to sleep on the couch bc he’s doesn’t want to risk moving and waking you up 🥺

anyway, he’s another one that likes to save volleyball for work then leave it by the door as soon as you step inside the house

but he’s not as uptight about it as oikawa or kita

like he’ll happily put on a volleyball match for you guys to watch if he thinks the player’s techniques are impressive

also, if the weather is nice, if you ask him to come out and practise with you for a bit and he’ll say yes 🤠

but actually 🤔 now that is think about it, if you guys had a pool in your back garden sakusa would definitely make the most of it

you’ll humbly ask him spike for you on a nice sunny day and he’ll be like

‘volleyball? really? we bought this expensive ass house with a pool which we can only use 4 out the 365.25 days of the year and you want to play volleyball? don’t you do that like..every work day.’

what can i say? man likes getting his moneys worth 🤷‍♂️

‘so is that a no to volleyball?’ you’d ask

*cue sakusa picking you up bridal style and dropping you into the pool*

then you play pool volleyball 👍

as for your games, he turns up in casual wear 😔

disappointed but not surprised

you’ll jokingly be like ‘hey! why aren’t you wearing my team colours? how are people gonna know who you’re cheering for?’ which is fair bc you turn up to all his games with his MSBY black jackals jersey with one of those foam pointy fingers with his number on it

MANS WOULD POINT TO HIS FKN WEDDING RING LIKE ‘our team colours right here.’

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"Purce told me in a preseason conversation that she and her teammates — particularly the forward line — feel like Kristie Mewis answers Gotham’s missing piece from last year. Mewis is a creative player who can finish but whose strength is setting up teammates in the final third, as she did so well in Houston in combination with forward Rachel Daly. Gotham does not need Mewis to score (although that would be a nice bonus); the hope is that Mewis can deliver the killer final ball..."

https://equalizersoccer.com/2022/03/15/2022-nwsl-team-previews-nj-ny-gotham-fc/

A little preview of Gotham from Jeff Kassouf who's pretty good with nwsl stuff. Love that they're expecting Kristie to be a key player. Hopefully it'll be a good season for her and the team. The roster looks deep and talented.

wOOOO

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kinomiakai · 4 years

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Fic Decade in Review!

I thought I’d do something a little different this year - so, instead of going over all the fics I’ve written this year, let’s talk about this decade! They’re all SNS (except for the original stuff I’ll throw in there for the sake of accuracy) and will be under the cut :)

If you want to check out the actual summaries and stuff, this is my fanfiction.net account, here is my ao3, and here’s all my original work!

2010:

August: Konoha’s Number One (a dramatic dark!naruto thing that I only keep up to show that I’ve grown as a writer oh my god please don’t read it I’m just putting it here for the sake of honesty ajkhdksa)

2011:

...whoops

2012:

August: Alcohol Induced (my first ever attempt at smut)

September: Perceptual Organization (my attempt to both study and write fic)

October: Worthless (my only ever attempt at first person)

2013:

...uh

2014:

nope

2015:

we’re getting there

2016: (we take off!!)

October: How To Break a Mask is finished after 10 years (whoops), and I get an ao3 account!!! (HtBaM, Alcohol Induced, Perceptual Organization & Worthless are moved there - in the interest of time I’m only going to put ao3 links from now on but everything is also on ff.net!)

Still October: Both Name? and Strictly Professional are posted!

November: Home and The Jutsu are posted! (what the heck I wrote so fast back then???

2016 + prior word count total: 88,285!

2017:

January: I post Sleepless and Miscommunication and Masquerade! Woooo!

September: Posted both The Bet and Can’t Stand You! Can y’all tell I was trying to get better at smut lmao

October: Speaking of smut, Stress Relief was posted this month :D

December: I pause writing Enter Naruto to write Rebuilding in like a week like some sort of fever dream, and somehow have it ready for sns month! (I think this was a big turning point ksjdhkshf)

2017 Word count total: 60,784!

2018:

January: I post the first chapter of The Birthday Chronicles! (which was originally supposed to be a oneshot, oops)

February: I immediately follow it up with the prequel, The Present

April: I post Long Enough! which is definitely long enough to not be a oneshot but is the first fic I genuinely couldn’t bring myself to break into chapters

May: I update The Birthday Chronicles with another chapter that kinda sorta maybe stands alone?

June: I post Unnoticed!! Nice to be back in canon :)

July: I post Some Nights are a Storm! The first time I’ve wildly rewritten a fic. You guys are nice enough to want to read the first draft, too :)

July (again) to August: I start posting Enter Naruto on Sasuke’s birthday! I post a chapter a day and you guys read along and it’s amazing. It’s a culmination of at least two years work and every bit was worth it, I have such fond memories of that :) (A whole bunch of firsts here - writing Sasuke’s parents, writing Kakairu, writing slowburn, writing this MUCH, writing that many smut scenes, writing consistently over a long period of time)

September: I try my hand at one of my favourite tropes in (6+1) Times :) Also the first time I’ve ever written them as kids!

October: I post the third bit of The Birthday Chronicles!

November: I write Online for one tumblr prompt and A Night of Poor Choices for another!

December: I give a christmas gift to all my readers in the form of ‘Tis the Season (and I made a hard deadline!! Woohoo!)

2018 word count total: 203,850!!!! (lmao thanks Enter Naruto)

2019:

January: uhhhhh Under Pressure just kind of happens

February: I write C’mon in a burst of speed in the hopes of cheering up a very sweet anon!

March: we’re back in canon again for a flame, a cave and a feeling!

April: I fiiinnnaaalllly get around to write that Proposal x Wedding prompt and I take lots of liberties with tradition in Reborn by Flame!

June: I finally start posting Something Good! And you guys are all so sweet, even when I make you cry. (Definitely a sadder fic then I generally post, but I’m so glad you came along with me for the ride!) - /// - I also make a patreon and start posting my original work for the first time ever - starting with Some Sort of Feeling!

July: we celebrate Sasuke’s birthday to his unending annoyance in Sasuke’s “Not a Birthday Party” Birthday Party! - /// - (July’s patreon fic is The Worst Date Ever!!)

August: I give you guys a teaser & give a lovely anon a oneshot they requested in the form of Bite Me! (it’s gotten so long now friends. there’s so much happening please help) - /// - I also finally post a wlw fic on my patron as 🍀 (the girl from the bus stop)

September: I post Waiting for an Answer, based off an idea I had yeaaarrrsss ago! - /// - (Similarly, on patreon, I post The Woodcutter and The Witch, set in the world I’ve been thinking about for absolute ages!!)

October: I spend a whole bunch of way too late hours in a haze writing A Hostage Situation until somehow a fic just kind of morphs out of it

November: I finally get to share Moments, the piece I did for @eclipsed-zine! I also post Undeniable, linking all my fics together :) - /// - On patreon I make up for last month by posting chapter 1 & chapter 2 of my long-term project: The Forest!

December: I forgo the christmas present in favour of making your yuletide gay with The Best Best Man! I get to finally write some proper inosaku in :D - /// - I post chapter 3 of the Forest on patreon, and my patreons vote for their christmas gift to be chapter 4 :D <3

2019 word count total: 137,965 of fanfic & 40,100 words of original content!

Stats of the decade: 39 fics - 539,984 words!

I’ll try to beat it in the next ten years :) Thanks for being part of my life, guys! It’s really been awesome to be able to invest myself into writing like this. I hope I can bring you all even more happiness in the next few years!

#kinomi talks #fic year in review #fic decade in review #fics #sns #I normally post summaries and stuff #but I thought it'd be fun to make this a little more reflective #you guys like it!!!#ep3otp #mywriting #writing stuff #long post #text post

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blue-artist-draws · 4 years

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FINALLY FINISHED! WOOOO! Abigail’s look for the #varianandthesevenkingdoms AU (created by Kritterart) is done! (You can see more of Abby on my Instagram, Blueartistdraws.) I really like how this turned out, especially those platform boots, they were a HUGE pain to draw, but at least they make her somewhat taller! She’s still 4’11 though. Hasn’t grown since she was twelve! Anyway, the only thing that think would be different about her story in this AU would be the time she met everyone. Instead of meeting everyone at 15 years old, she meets them at 18. Anyway, here’s my own little contribution to how Abby would contribute to the story/what her relationships with the other characters would look like.

As she grew up, Abigail continued studying and experimenting with the world around her, eventually discovering a way to turn the four natural elements into weapons and gadgets, but she still has physical and mental discomfort around magic, especially her own. (See Stardust Story Highlight) She sees her own magic not as a blessing, but rather a curse. She’s still cold hearted, sassy, and a very closed off person most of the time. Abigail possesses sharp combat skills, which makes her very intimidating for someone her size. However, she has a horrid temper, which is a huge weakness for her. If you say the wrong thing at the wrong time to her, consider yourself to have just set a bomb off. On the other hand, behind those brick walls she’s built around her damaged heart, Abigail is a very insecure and fearful person, even though she never ever shows it. She doesn’t want to appear weak and vulnerable to those around her, which is also why she’s never really shows any other emotions besides anger, occasional shock, and disgust. As the story progresses, I imagine Hugo, Nuru, Yong, and Varian would indirectly contribute to bringing Abigail out of her dark, cold world that she’s learned to accept and live in for so long, leading her to become a much more happy and open person by the end. This brings me to relationships with the characters!

She and Hugo are partners from the beginning. He’s also the only person she really trusts. No, she doesn’t trust Donella, Abigail is only part of her group so Donella can use her magic for her own desires, and in return, Abigail gets shelter and protection. But if she weren’t part of the group, she would’ve never met Hugo. Abigail and Hugo are very similar in their levels of intelligence, mischievous tendencies, and logical thinking, but they’re very different to one another regarding their personality traits. While Hugo is very talkative and expressive, Abigail is introverted and barely shows any emotions. She basically has a resting bish face. So whenever they’re carrying out orders, messing with other people, or on ‘missions’, Abigail lets Hugo to the talking, which seems to feed his ego. He likes to tease her a LOT when they’re not working, usually about her height and bugs her whenever she’s working on new gadgets, criticizing her work just to piss her off, but other than that, they’re a pretty good duo. Whenever Abigail eventually speaks up in front of Varian’s group for the first time, I imagine their reactions (excluding Hugo) would be something along the lines of “she does talk?!” which might set Abby off.

I think that Nuru would be the first to connect the dots about the magic within Abigail, because the magic in Nuru’s constellations on her dress may trigger some of Abigail’s stardust to active via her freckles glowing white, indicating similar and/or linked magic of some sort. I believe this event would lead to a close friendship between Abigail and Nuru. While Hugo does know about Abigail’s magic, I believe Abigail would be more willing to talk to Nuru about it, on the condition she doesn’t tell the rest of the group (even though they’ll eventually find out through the fifth or sixth kingdom quest). Nuru would be the one to persuade Abigail to refrain from judging a book by it’s cover, therefore strengthening her willingness to trust others.

Yong and Abigail would definitely have a lot of conflict. Although Yong doesn’t mean to do any harm, I believe he’d often startle Abigail when she’s working on something and “in the zone” or mess with some of her projects and works in progress, which would lead to either a malfunction, explosion, or a rage from the brunette. Either way, she’ll probably end up chasing the twelve year old around in anger. However, throughout the story, Yong definitely grows on her, and she begins to see him as a younger sibling, and realizes there are people that she wants to protect and look out for. From observing the boy, she also becomes more optimistic.

And finally, Varian. They wouldn’t click very well at first, since first off, she and Hugo work together, and second, she’s extremely intimidating. You can probably see the lack of communication at first. However, on the group’s way to the third kingdom, Abigail ends up saving the alchemist from getting crushed by large debris from underneath a crumbling bridge by tackling him out of the way. This small event leads Varian to believe there’s more to Abigail than a cold hearted shell of a person. Throughout the story, whenever the group stops to rest or set up camp for the night, I believe Varian would try to make friendly conversation with Abigail, to which she’d either ignore or harshly turn away, that is, until one night, Varian is unable to sleep, and discovers Abigail outside her tent, in the process of recovering from a nightmare. She’s too emotional to keep up her tough girl cover, so she ends up telling Varian about her past, her magic, and why she acts the way she does. Seeing they have a lot more in common than he originally thought, Varian takes the opportunity to comfort and bond with her while the others are asleep. Abigail learns from him that sometimes, it’s okay to not be okay. To be vulnerable. To need a shoulder to cry on and a friend to hold onto. I believe this event would be the first spark of friendship between them, but that’s another story for another post.

As for Donnella...again, that’s another story for another post

#artists on tumblr #my art #art #sketch #illustration #digital art #doodle #varian #varianandthesevenkingdoms #varianandthe7kingdoms #AU #tangled oc #tangled the series #tangled #tangledvarian #tangledhugo

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dragonleesupporter · 5 years

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Anything (Sanders Sides Wings AU)

WOOOO Second fic! I wasn’t even sure anybody would even read my shiz, but since people seemed to like my first Sanders Sides fic, I’ve gone and made another! Thank you, guys!

Summary: After discovering Patton having an emotional breakdown, Virgil tries to cheer him up. (Moxiety, and some Logicality, if you squint.)

(WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC)

“Something’s wrong.” Virgil tensed, his sensitivities kicking in as he could tell something wasn’t quite right in the mind palace. He had been listening to music, when he got the sudden urge to check on everyone else. That normally wasn’t a good sign.

Immediately, he flew to Roman’s room, being able to use his wings since they were no longer a secret. Reasonably, one of the main places for conflict to take place, Roman’s was the first to check. However, as he creaked the door open, all he could see was Roman playing out one of his favorite theatric numbers with…

Remus?! Oh wait… he’s not really a threat. Never mind. Virgil rolled his eyes and left, setting out for Logan’s room, which was the closest to Roman’s.

Logan was very sensitive to things he wouldn’t admit, so the anxious side thought it would be best to check up on him. He opened the door and saw the logical trait, sat in a Sherlock Holmes- styled environment. He even had a fake pipe in his mouth. Virgil tried to leave as quietly as he’d come, but the teacher saw him anyway, despite being absorbed into his book.

“Virgil? Is everything okay?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You tell me.” The purple side groaned and set off for Patton’s room, Logan shrugging and turning back to his novel. Though still ever curious of what might be wrong.

“Pops?” He asked. Opening the third door. With the lack of results, he didn’t really expect anything.

Which was why he was surprised when he saw the whole room as red instead of its normal gold.

“I can’t believe that little- AAARGG!” Patton sat in the middle of the room, fingers gripping his hair as he hunched his back, facing away from the door. It was obvious that the emotional side had no clue that Virgil was there.

“He’s our protector, but who’s protecting him?! That d-d-darn snake keeps harassing him! Why can’t he harass me instead? Tears aren’t new to me, and maybe we could have a pleasant chat… But I can’t stand that ba- bast- bad side tormenting him all the time!” The fatherly side stuttered over several bad words as Virgil gaped from the doorway.

The red glowing of the room slowly died down, leaving a grey, unresolved color in its place as well as a heaving, sobbing Patton on the floor.

“Please…” He breathlessly begged to what he thought was an empty room. “Just not Virgil. He’s been through enough. Deceit, if you can hear me… the next time you want to bug us for amusement… I… I open my arms up to you. Come to me instead.” Some of Patton’s feathers fell from his wings, fluttering to the ground like weighted ash clusters. After finishing his message, he got up and turned around to see a pale-faced Virgil staring at him, his eyes wider than saucers, and his lip quivering a little.

“O-oh! Kiddo! Didn’t uh… see you there…” Patton tried to force a smile on, though it painfully showed what he was desperately trying to hide.

Man, Virgil thought the pain caused by Deceit was bad… but watching Patton lose his mind over an event that conspired weeks ago… it was unbearable. Especially since when these things happened, after the fact, the fatherly trait normally tried to pretend everything was okay, even when it was painfully obvious, he was going to have another fit about that event again later.

His hair was a mess, eyes glazed and slightly bloodshot, and Virgil’s heart shattered at the tear stains on Patton’s face, as his smile forcefully dug into his face.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. I’ll be going then… dinner isn’t going to make itself!” Patton clung to his stiff smile, and walked forward to leave but the purple side blocked his path.

“Nuh-uh. Nobody’s having any dinner until you get cheered up.” Virgil stared hard into his unofficial dad’s eyes. “Would flying around in Roman’s room cheer you up?”

“Oh, there’s’ no need, kiddo. They’ll be waiting for their meal. I just want to help with the food tonight. Th-that’ll make me happy!” Virgil could tell that was a lie. Patton was just trying to get out of the situation to avoid potentially making it more awkward. Plus, he always wanted to give, and had trouble receiving.

“No, dad. You need time to heal. You can’t force yourself to get up that quickly, or you’ll just fall apart again.” He crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows, making sure Patton got the message that he was not leaving his room until he felt genuinely happy, and until Virgil could see that golden glow again.

“But… but…” The light blue trait tried to argue, but his complaints dissolved into thin air when the edgy side took his hand.

“Come on, dad. Let’s do something fun.” Virgil tried a slightly softer tone to help relax Patton. “The other two can wait, and Roman can conjure up whatever he wants for dinner! That royal pain ought to learn how to cook anyway…”

“Wait… does this mean… you’ll spend time with me?” Patton’s eyes got a microscopic sparkle of hope in them as he realized the setting he was just put into.

“Well, if that’ll make you happy, then yeah. Anything for you, Pop Star.” Virgil played into his favorite nickname to see the smallest hint of Patton’s real smile returning.

“Anything…?” He asked sheepishly.

“Anything.” The other nodded.

“Okay!” Patton’s eyes grew stars and his brown wings flapped excitedly as he tackled Virgil to the ground, hugging him tight.

Though startled, the purple side reciprocated the hug. He felt this strange security with the fatherly side that he didn’t with anybody else. And though he was never quite keen on hugging, he knew the poor emotional trait needed it. He wanted to do anything that would comfort him. Without realizing, he naturally started nuzzling into Patton’s neck.

“Nnnnn… hehehehe…” The other started wriggling around, confusing Virgil. When he turned to look at him, Patton’s face was a light shade of pink with him biting his lip, accompanied by a pleasantly wide smile with his eyes closed.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

“Aww~. No way. You’re ticklish, too?” The purple side lightly danced his figures over Patton’s shoulders and neck, causing Pat to clamp his mouth shut to stop a squeal from coming out.

“Hmmmm… heherm…” The fatherly side let a few muffled giggles slip, and Virgil felt something stir inside him at the sight.

He didn’t know what it was. All he knew was that he HAD to hear more of that laughter. Knowing Patton wouldn’t want to stop hugging him or shove him away, he used this advantage to reach his wiggling figures to his sides.

“G-gah!” Patton snorted before letting out a yelp, trying to pull his hugging arms closer to him, but failing with Virgil in the way.

“Come on, dad. I know you want to laugh.” The darker side teased maliciously, rapidly squeezing the sides of his belly.

“Gahahaha!” The fatherly trait finally opened his mouth to let delightful, light giggles travel to Virgil’s ears.

The purple side grew a strange half-adoring, half-malicious smile, now knowing what it felt like to be the attacker. Now he knew why the others had that odd look while they were tickling him about his wings. It was too adorable. Virgil checked for any signs that he might be crossing a boundary, but Patton’s smile was bright, and though he was struggling, he wasn’t actually making any attempt to escape the purple side’s tickly onslaught. Plus, he could see traces of yellow and orange circling around the edges of the room. Not quite gold yet, but getting closer.

It seemed that the farther down Virgil reached, the higher Patton’s laughter got. He immediately knew where he should attack next. He reached back and grabbed one of Patton’s ankles as he laid flat against the carpet.

“W-WAIHIHIHIHIHIT!” The blue side’s panic spiked at the realization what Virgil was going to do. “Vihihigihihil nohohohohoho! Ihi’m rehehehally bahahd thehehehere!”

“That’s exactly why I’m going there.” The purple one grinned evilly before raking his fingernails up and down Patton’s souls.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI- IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!” The poor fatherly side couldn’t even form words as full hysteria took hold of him. His face grew bright red and his eyes opened wide to show a crazed happiness deep within them.

Virgil grew even more mischievous and pulled a feather from his wings. As he sawed the feather in between his toes, the punny side arched his back and tears filled his eyes, desperately trying to yank his foot out of his unofficial son’s grasp.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOHAHAHHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!” His thrashing increased and his voice reached even higher in volume and pitch, screaming out incoherent gibberish trying to make a sentence.

When Patton started wheezing and banging his fists against the floor, Virgil dropped the feather and used his hands to slowly, gently skitter up and down the foot, keeping Patton giggling but not completely losing his mind to laughter. When the anxious one looked around, the whole room was sparkly gold, even brighter than usual, it seemed. Patton was still giggling from what was now just a single finger traveling up and down his sole, his whole body shaking.

“You’re so cute.” The darker side couldn’t help but coo as Patton flung his head back and forth, unable to stop the soft giggles from flowing from him.

“Virgil, I do believe something is not r-” Logan’s voice was caught in his throat as he opened Patton’s door. Virgil was towering over the trait in question, teasing him as his fingers kneaded Patton’s thighs. The other trait was chuckling and squirming, but clearly enjoying himself.

“Man, you’re just ticklish all over! ~” He exclaimed before seeing a shape in his peripheral view.

His head whipped toward the door and saw Logan TAKING NOTES on the scene before him.

“Hey!” He shouted angrily, fuming as red as Patton at that moment.

“Not to worry. I’m just making some observations on how to make Patton happier.” Logan smiled and continued writing.

“Why would you need that data?” Virgil questioned doubtfully.

“N-no reason…” Logan flushed slightly before flying out of the room.

“You feeling better now?” The anxious trait looked down at Patton and saw the brightest smile adorning the light blue side as his eyes sparkled, leftover giggles poured out of him until he could finally get back up again. For real this time.

“Never better.”

#lee!patton #ler!virgil #i'mgoodatthis?

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franklyshipping · 5 years

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The Gooper Adventures ~ Day 4 ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

THIS IS THE NEXT PART OF OUR LIL SQUISH'S ADVENTURES WOOOO! This time Gooper is going to be putting his own personal little spin on massage therapy! LET'S DO IT MY PEEPS!

Dr Iplier groaned as he sunk his teeth into his third red velvet cupcake of the day. Normally he would care about the fact that he was being unhealthy, but not today, and that was for two reasons: 1) They were a gift, and 2) They were a gift from Eric. I'm sure you'll all agree that it would be frankly disrespectful and disgraceful for Iplier not to accept and dig in to such a sweet gift that had had so much effort put into it! Plus, Eric was a supremely talented baker which meant that these were the best red velvet cakes on the planet because they tasted so darn good! Iplier had finished his third and was eyeing up a fourth, when a hard knock at his door awoke him from his cupcake induced trance.

'Come in!'

Iplier stowed the cupcakes away and wiped his face as he stood, and he smiled happily when he saw the ever-smart and smirking Darkiplier enter the room. Iplier leant against his desk as Dark strode up to him, smiling.

'Doctor. You are well?'

Iplier grinned, Dark's formal façade never ceased to amuse him. Dark didn't even do it to try and be intimidating, he just did it because it was fun.

'I am, thanks. And you?'

Dark smiled, cocking his head down in a little bow as he replied to the doctor in his cool, gentle tone of voice.

'I am delightful, particularly since I have been treated to some of Eric's baking. As have you I see....'

The doctor was about to ask when Eric had told him, but was taken off guard when Dark reached forward....and wiped a little smattering of icing from the doctor's top lip. Damned flirting Darkiplier goddammit to heck! Dark put his thumb in his mouth to lick the icing from it, to which the doctor responded by (in a totally graceful manner) turning his back on Dark and stuttering.

'Y-You sh-should...take your sh-shirt and....e-expose....back....'

Dark's appointment always consisted of back massage therapy, due to his extensive embedded injuries giving him consistent aches and pains. Dark of course, liked to make every single part of it equate to flirting.

'Ah, eager for me to strip, as always.'

Iplier flushed a dark pink as Dark's chuckle echoed behind him, god he was such an ass. Obviously he and Dark were both spoken for and in love with others, but for some reason Dark just always got a kick out of embarrassing the doctor; Iplier supposed that it was revenge for their first appointment when he'd tickled Dark into oblivion-....but that was only one time! Dark embarrassed the doctor during every single appointment and Iplier thought that it was just not fair!

'Sh-shut up!'

Iplier's blush reached his ears as he heard Dark bark out a laugh, the sound of his jacket crumpling to the floor as he crooned playfully.

'Oh come now doctor, you cannot deny that you're always the candid flirt.'

Iplier growled softly under his breath, glaring at Dark with pursed lips as he tried to maintain an annoyed expression.

'I hate you.'

....'tried' was the operative word in this scenario, since as soon as the doctor's eyes landed on Dark...he broke out into a smile. Dark was grinning at him as he stood topless, with his fists on his hips and his eyebrows waggling; Dark wasn't always traditionally goofy, but he would resort to it if it allowed him to one-up someone.

'Love you too-'

'Goho lay dohown!'

Iplier interrupted him with a giggle, which made Dark laugh softly in victory before obliging the doctor's request and going to lie down on his front on the (completely horizontal) medical bench. Iplier ambled to one of the cupboards attached to the wall, calling out behind him.

'Do you want the lavender salve again?'

After a noise of confirmation from Dark, Iplier opened the cupboard doors and had been about to reach in for the bottle....only....it wasn't there. Specifically, it was in a different part of the cupboard. This was of course most irregular since the doctor made a point of having all the medications, salves, smaller apparatus and other general items, well organised and ordered in his cupboards. However, a certain squishy someone had decided that THEY had a better system.

'.....Gooper.....why...'

Iplier whined softly, frowning and pouting at the little creature who had frozen in his position in the cupboard upon being discovered. Gooper of course thought that he was putting things in the REAL right order, as in in colour order in the order of the rainbow; whereas Iplier was always used to ordering things alphabetically. Since Gooper didn't know about the concept of an alphabet, he simply thought that clearly the doctor Iplier is a disorganised silly who doesn't know about rainbows; so, Gooper had set about helping out as much as possible. Gooper let out a prideful gurgle, bouncing once which meant that he was very proud of his system, and Iplier should be impressed darnit! The doctor sighed and smiled.

'Yes this colour ordering is all very impressive, but it doesn't help me when I need to find specific salves and ointments buddy....'

Gooper was silent for a moment, before letting out a whiney mewl and nudging a few of the bottles; he was trying to the use the justification of it all being a pretty aesthetic. The doctor mumbled to himself with an exasperated sigh.

'I should never have made you an Instagram account....'

Iplier scooped Gooper into his hand and found the right salve before returning to Dark, who had been observing the doctor's interaction with the creature with amusement and curiosity.

'I see he's living up to his reputation of being a little rascal?'

Iplier snickered, nodding as Gooper turned a subtle darker shade of green in embarrassment; why do new Ipliers have to tease him all the time, that's just meeean! Gooper soon brushed it off in favour of excitement though, since he realised that he was now being introduced to someone new again. Iplier set him down next to Dark's head as he replied.

'He certainly is. Gooper, this is Dark. Dark, meet Gooper.'

Dark ended up immediately chuckling when Gooper pokes his bristly chin, letting out a squawk of excited curiosity. Dark crooned in his baritone voice.

'Hello, it's lovely to meet you.'

Gooper gurgled, and Dr Iplier grinned as he set about his role as translator.

'He says it's nice to meet you too, and he thinks the little rough bits on your face are cool.'

Dark laughed at that as Iplier scooped Gooper back up, and Dark readjusted so he was comfier on the padded medical bench, his voice softening as he started to relax into the position in anticipation of the massage therapy.

'Well I think his general squishiness is cool....'

Iplier grinned, especially when Gooper hid in Iplier's coat collar out of embarrassment from the returned compliment. Amidst his hiding, Gooper ended up rubbing against Iplier's collar a little, making him hum; the doctor had discovered amidst Gooper's stay so far that, not only was he master tickler, but he was a master masseuse as well. Iplier suddenly gasped to himself....and had the most wonderful idea.

'Say Dark....how would you feel about Gooper administering your massage today? He'd do it as well, if not even better, than me.'

Dark furrowed his eyebrows for a moment and let out a soft hum...it was certainly an unorthodox suggestion, and to Dark it seemed rather random and unprompted too. However, before Dark could get any more suspicious of the doctor's ''innocent'' suggestion, Gooper started to squeak and jump up and down excitedly on Iplier's hand. He understood that the massage was what would help Dark feel better and less bad in his back, and he wanted to help in any way that he could! After just hearing those excited sounds for a few seconds, Dark smiled and relaxed once more.

'Well, I don't see why not.'

Iplier smirked a diabolical smirk....this was going to be awesome. The doctor set Gooper down on the small of Dark's back before opening up the bottle of oil-salve and trickling it over Dark's back evenly, so that Gooper would simply have to slide about in order to rub it all in. To Iplier's delight, Dark started to titter already.

'Dahammit, Ihi'm never ready fohor how cold that stuhuff is.'

Iplier merely chuckled, before giving the little creature a thumbs up.

'Alright buddy, take it away.'

Gooper gurgled excitedly, before softly and carefully rubbing his form back and forth across the very base of Dark's back. Now, something I should probably mention is that Dark's back was....rather sensitive. That meant that any massage Dr Iplier administered HAD to be firm, otherwise it would simply tickle Dark and he was always adamant on avoiding such an embarrassing experience. Gooper of course did not know this, and was wanting to be as careful with the achy Iplier as possible, and so was rubbing very, very lightly. As a result, Dark was already biting down on his bottom lip and smiling as he muttered, coming to a realisation of what Iplier had just set in motion.

'Ohfuckme....Iplieryoubastahard....'

Iplier merely snickered smugly, folding his arms at his chest as he observed Dark's wonderful, trembling form. He was so glad he'd had this idea. The doctor knew that if he was the one doing the tickling, Dark would have no qualms about fighting back, but with Gooper? Iplier knew Dark wouldn't risk it.

'Huh? Hey Gooper, I think Dark just said he's enjoying himself! Keep it up buddy!'

Iplier decided to exclaim in the most jovial voice that he could muster, and of course with this and Dark's little titters combined, the little creature of course thought that he was doing wonderfully (which he of course WAS and if you disagree you can catch my dang hands). With his encouragement, Gooper started to slowly and carefully wriggle his way up Dark's spine, which to Dark felt like the softest, most diabolical nuzzles EVER.

'N-Nohoho nohohoho dahahamit Ihiplier yohou're soho dehehehead!'

Dark had spluttered into giggles and clenched his fists, willing himself not to jerk or move as he squeezed his eyes shut desperately. This was so evil. Dark was surely going to get the doctor back for this. Iplier merely let out some airy laughter as he watched Gooper reach the middle of Dark's spine, and the doctor really admired how Gooper was taking his time with it all. Iplier's grin never faltered as he retorted smugly.

'Y'know Dark, I might have believed that threat if it weren't for those sweet giggles of yours.'

Iplier's eyes glittered when he heard Dark briefly growl under his breath, before those deep giggle fits took centre stage once more. Dark found himself pressing his face, and snorting a little bit, into the medical bench in an effort to muffle himself; he then let out a retort of his own....but ah....it wasn't particularly eloquent or poignant.

'Yohohohou prihihickahahahass!!'

Iplier merely smirked and shook his head fondly, before leaning down a little to address his sweet assistant, who had gotten higher up Dark's spine by this point.

'Hey buddy, focus on the ridges beneath his shoulder blades, they can get reeeeally achy.'

Dark's eyes widened. Oh that asshole. That complete asshole. That rude, ratty rectum. Dark was frozen as his brain started to whirr into overdrive. Listen, okay. Everyone knows that there are tickle spots where you get laughs, and then there are tickle spots where you get laughs. There is a difference. The ridges of Dark's shoulder blades very much represented this difference, and Dark was in flustered shock at how Dr Iplier was just going to let them be targeted like this. Dark was jolted from his mental stupour when he heard a strong, loud gurgle from the creature on his back. It was an affirmative from Gooper. Dark started giggling as he felt the creature start to move....oh sweet heavens.

'Ihiplier yohou fu-AAAHAHAHA OHO GOHOHOD!!'

Dark let out an honest to god howl of laughter, practically head-butting the medical bench with his forehead as he belly laughed and cackled like an absolute maniac. Gooper had found the ridge of Dark's left shoulder blade, settled, and then made his form vibrate so he could ''massage'' the whole area at once. Iplier was using his hand to cover his mouth, repressing laughter at the sight of the great and mighty Darkiplier being unravelled so perfectly.

'Awww Gooper you're doing so well! Good job buddy good job!'

Iplier managed to compose himself long enough to croon at the amazing little tickle monster, which spurred Gooper to continue his good work whilst purring happily at the huge amounts of praise he was getting. Dark meanwhile, had started letting out some rather high pitched squeals, and decided to try and use the last piece of bargaining/threat that he had.

'IHIHI'LL TEHEHELL HOHOHOST OHON YOHOHOU!!'

Of course, like when Dark had vowed to bring death upon him, this threat didn't really do much to intimidate the doctor. It merely amused him. Dark ended up blushing crimson when Iplier barked out a laugh, and gulped when he heard the doctor start to pace. With Gooper moving and settling down to give his right shoulder blade the same evil treatment, Iplier settled to stand next to Dark. Dark then felt a wave of meekness wash over his when Iplier crouched down next to his head, wearing a feral smirk as he replied in a cool, teasing tone.

'You know that he'd only congratulate me, and it may even inspire him to assist me during your next appointment....'

Dark immediately started whimpering through his laughter as he shook his head wildly. It made him shudder to even imagine being teamed up on and tickled by that power couple. The Host alone, when he was in the mood, was the most powerful and capable tickler who could never get tired if he so chose. And, well, Dr Iplier was a sadistic doctor when he had his mind set on vengeance or providing comeuppance. Dark cried out as he looked up at Iplier.

'OHOHO GOHOD NO! OKAHAYIHITAHAKETHATBACK!!'

Dark's speech was frantic and laced with his desperation, whilst his gaze at Iplier was as imploring and pleading as the doctor had ever seen it. So, the doctor smirked and called out airily.

'Okay Gooper I think we can ease off on the shoulder blades now....I think some gentle stuff around his neck will help finish this off just nicely.'

Dark audibly gasped with relief, shuddering and getting goose-bumps as he felt Gooper finally slide away from his poor death spot. Dark almost felt glad to descend back into soft titters after that ordeal, and he did start to relax when he felt Gooper slide and rest at the back of his neck. Gooper decided, since the last massage had evidently been quite intense, that he would use the gentle fibres at his underbelly to treat the back of Dark's neck; Gooper wanted it to be nice and soft for the achy Iplier.

'Ohohoho heheheck....thihihis ihis wohohorse thahan ehexercise....'

Dark mumbled through his light mirth, which made Iplier snort as he stood back up and observed how literally no part of Dark's body was tense anymore; it was like he'd reverted into a boneless fish mode from all the exerting laughter. Iplier smiled and put on a concerned tone of voice as he replied.

'Wooooow, that bad huh?'

Dark attempted to purse his lips....but he was smiling too much to let it persist; he ended up muttering his reply half-heartedly since he was honestly busy enjoying the gentle neck treatment.

'Shuhut ihit snahaharky ahass....'

Iplier giggled and muttered right back, only for Dark's ears.

'Whatever you say giggle butt.'

Dark decided not to dignify Iplier's ENTIRELY INACCURATE NICKNAME FOR HIM with a response, and the next few minutes were simply filled with Dark's gentle titters and giggles as Gooper finished working out any tensions at the back and sides of his neck. After a few minutes, Gooper let himself slide off Dark's neck and land with a plop on the medical bench, next to Dark's face. Dark smiled softly as he regained his composure for a few moments, then chuckled when he saw the creature bouncing and whining softly; Dark found it rather cute how the creature was so eager to know whether he'd done okay.

'.....thank you little one....'

Dark crooned as he lightly petted Gooper with his thumb, which made the creature let out quite the child-like squeal of delight before quivering happily at the gentle affection. The little creature was beyond happy that he'd managed to make someone else happy, he was on a heckin roll this week! Gooper kept crooning happily as Iplier picked him up, allowing Dark to sit up and stretch after lying down for so long. Dark ended up sending the doctor a cheeky, toothy grin.

'Well, you were certainly correct when you said he'd be better than you.'

Iplier softly glared at Dark as the man chuckled....but then his expression softened when he observed how easily Dark was stretching. His shoulder joints were rotating, Dark was getting his arms high above his head, and he was arching his back...all without even a hint of a wince. Iplier ended up gasping dramatically though and looking down at the creature in his hand, softly booping him a few times.

'Yoooou are gonna put me out of a job mister!'

Dark chuckled when Gooper gurgled giddily, and it sounded a lot like the creature was giggling as he was poked playfully by the teasy doctor. It was very cute. Soon though, Dark had dried any remaining oil off his back and had redressed himself completely, his strong, happy attitude had almost completely returned to him....almost.

'Y'know if it worked so well then maybe we should make these appointments more regular.'

Dark froze, a deep flush of colour swiftly returning to his cheeks at the doctor's sudden teasy suggestion, and Iplier ended up giggling to himself when Dark smiled bashfully and bade them both a very quick farewell....and hurried out of the room like his life depended on it. Iplier smirked as he made a mental note to book Dark in for a week's time. Then, he looked back down at his little gurgling menace....and sighed softly.

'I suppose you wanna keep reorganising my cupboards?'

Upon seeing Gooper bounce in his hand and let out a torrent of excited squeals, Iplier grinned resignedly.

'Ohhh alright then.'

Iplier returned Gooper to the cupboard, but he kept the little doors open and moved his doctor's chair a little so that he could have it all in view. He wanted very much to be able to see Gooper making his little rainbow.

WOOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS INSTALLMENT LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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toaster-strudel1234 · 5 years

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Don’t Steal The Blankets | D.S

HEyyyy, look at me posting regularly!

It took a little time to set-up and get motivated, but I’m determined to post every Monday now, and I can’t wait for you guys to see the stuff I have in store. This fic is a little fluffy idea I had, and thought it would be really cute to write- since you guys seemed to like the last one I posted!

ALSO- not edited, excuse my horrid grammar!

Enjoy!

You walked home in the dark and cold January weather, zipping up your jacket and pulling up your hood. You were a little grumpy after a tough day at work, and were as ready as can be to put on your pj’s and cuddle with your boyfriend. Unluckily enough, he wasn’t due home for another 2 weeks.

Finally seeing the warmly lit apartment building you called home, you sprinted to the door and used your key to open up the main entrance. Finally happy to be in a warm building, you sighed a happy sigh and entered the main corridor. Almost at the elevator, you whirled around, when you heard the reception lady call you back. A little confused, you walked back and smiled a polite smile and took whatever she had placed on the little ledge.

“Your boyfriend left this for you this morning” She smiled.

Your heart beating like crazy, you smiled and thanked her before turning around to open it up. Squinting your eyes to read the small print, you let out an ecstatic squeal as you made sense of the words. Because there in your boyfriend's handwriting, it simply said- “I’m Home”.

Containing your excitement as best you could, you thanked the reception lady and walked as fast as you could, to the place you and your boyfriend called home. Reaching the third floor, you finally let out your excitement and ran into the apartment and straight into your boyfriends arms.

“Hi” he mumbled into your hair.

Looking up with a huge smile, you traced his cheek-

“Hi yourself” you grinned. “What are you doing home so early?” you added.

He let out a chuckle, “We finished up earlier than we thought and I felt surprising you would go a little more appreciated”

You just sighed a happy sigh and tightened his arms around you, smiling into this moment that was in itself- pure bliss.

Unwrapping yourself from him, you went into your room to take a shower before changing into the comfiest sweatpants ever and Daniels hoodie. Walking out of the room, you settled in with Daniel, as you guys caught up with everything and finished up a very calm but much needed dinner.

It was a few hour later, and after spending time with each other- you had decided that it was finally time for bed. Walking into your bedroom, you both settled on the bed and got under the comfy and warm comforter- wrapping up in each others arms, you touched foreheads and sighed happily. It was then, that you leaned forward a little and whispered almost inaudibly-

“If you steal the blankets- I’m going to put my cold feet on you and push you off the bed” giving him a peck on the cheek- right before turning around and losing yourself in a quiet and beautiful sleep, right beside the person you loved and couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with.

Woooo! There we go, hope you enjoyed that- ladies and gentleman and make sure to leave me any requests and suggestions down below, I’m down to write anything!

Love you guys, and have a great week!

- Zeenia

#daniel seavy #daniel seavey #why dont we #why don't we #limelight #daniel seavey imagines #daniel seavey imagine

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auburnfamilynews · 3 years

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The SEC’s weirdest rivalry may be what we need.

As we look forward to this afternoon’s Halloween matchup between Auburn and LSU, let’s go back several months and look at a possibility.

March 13th, 2020. Friday, March 13th, 2020.

That was kind of the day when this all hit the fan. Aside from being designated “World Sleep Day”, the news on that particular Friday was vast.

We’d just canceled basketball. Like, it was done. We wouldn’t get to see Auburn defend a conference tournament title and make a return to the NCAA Tournament. No more NBA, either.

Here’s a snippet of the headlines then:

It’s pretty much all bad news, and it’s continued that way for several months. No lie, 2020, and October in particular, have been long and tough.

So, how do we give this thing a hard reset? Can we power cycle it? Does that work?

When you finally get to this point, what can you do but be a little aggressive?

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And how does it get more aggressive than trying to combat the miasma of 2020 than by taking a visit to the old backwoods voodoo shop that Auburn and LSU co-own and operate.

Here we are, trying to find solutions for this pandemic and trying year, and the answer was here all along. Just let Auburn and LSU play. We should’ve done this months ago. Spring scrimmage. Best of seven. Apply the magic liberally.

We would’ve wiped this thing out by mid-April.

When you consider the facts, there’s no other way to approach this. Auburn and LSU have played the most unimaginable series in conference history, and the rivalry doesn’t even really date as far back as some other matchups.

Of particular note:

1988 - Stupid idiot Earthquake Game. LSU scores in the closing seconds and the bourbon-induced guttural moans triggered a flimsy seismograph across campus to register. Auburn’s only loss in the regular season. With a win, they would’ve played Notre Dame for a national title.

1994 - Ha! Stupid idiot Curley Hallman!

LSU quarterback Jamie Howard throws three pick sixes among his five interceptions in the fourth quarter, and Auburn erases a 23-9 deficit to win 30-26 and keep the winning streak alive.

1995 - Stupid idiot Phantom Whistle game. Patrick Nix got sacked for a safety when he heard a whistle from the stands and stopped during the play. Auburn loses 12-6.

1996 - Stupid idiot Barn Burning game. Literally a barn, not like “BARN CHEATIN”. Smoke billowed up from behind the student section but play continued. Auburn got screwed out of a touchdown when a Robert Baker catch was called incomplete. We lose 19-15.

1999 - Cigar Game. Auburn wins in Baton Rouge for the most recent time. Oh why does this number have to start with a 1?? Gross. Tommy Tuberville brings his guys back out onto the field to smoke cigars and curses the Auburn fortunes in Death Valley for decades to come.

2001 - 9/11 Game. Auburn/LSU is set for September 15th, but pushed back because of 9/11. LSU gets stronger as the season goes along, and thwacks us in Baton Rouge. Damon Duval fights a band member.

2004 - Hurricane Game. In the afterglow of Hurricane Ivan, Auburn upends the defending national champions with Jason Campbell’s last minute touchdown to Courtney Taylor. Nick Saban, Will Muschamp, and Jimbo Fisher are all on the LSU sideline.

2005 - Poor John Vaughn. Vaughn misses five field goals, including a doink in overtime to tie it, and Kenny Irons’ 200-yard day is wasted as Auburn loses again in Death Valley.

2006 - The Totally Not Pass Interference Officials Finally Made a Good Call Game. LSU gets unlucky with a controversial no-call on a play late in Auburn territory when Zach Gilbert and Eric Brock get entangled with an LSU receiver. Auburn stops LSU short of the goal line on the final play of the game to win 7-3. Oh, and an LSU fan doused our eagle with a drink and got arrested.

2007 - Les Miles Rabbit’s Foot Game. Instead of going for the easy field goal and certain win, Les Miles elects to throw to the end zone in the closing seconds. The pass is completed, when a bobble may have killed the clock. LSU loses twice during the regular season and still backdoors into the national championship.

2010 - Cam Newton Heisman Game. If the Iron Bowl cemented the Heisman that year for our large adult son, this was the game that vaulted him to the top of the polls. He runs for 217 yards and two scores, with one the scintillating affair where he dodges nearly every member of the LSU defense. Auburn goes to #1 in the country after this win and takes the national title a couple months later.

2016 - The You’re Fired Game. Loser of this game was pretty much guaranteed to fire the coach. Auburn gets six Daniel Carlson field goals and LSU appears to score the game-winning touchdown on the final play of regulation, but a review shows that the offense wasn’t set and the clock had run out before the snap. Les Miles gets fired the next morning.

2017 - Gus Hotseat Part 1,000. Auburn builds a 20-0 lead in Baton Rouge but tightens up and lets it slip away in the second half, falling 27-23. Auburn wins out in the regular season and wins the SEC West. This game, however, falls into one of the 3-4 most inexcusable losses under Gus Malzahn along with 2014 Texas A&M, 2016 Georgia, and 2018 Tennessee (and now 2020 South Carolina).

2018 - Pass Interference Revenge for LSU. Auburn blows another double digit lead and Joe Burrow leads a game-winning drive that culminates in a walk-off field goal for LSU and a 22-21 final score.

2019 - Nobody comes close to LSU in the regular season except for Auburn in Baton Rouge. In the end, a penalty on LSU allows LSU to run out the clock and preserve the win on the way to a perfect season.

See, if we’d just had a few of these happen in March, the Butterfly Effect of mojo would be more than capable of wiping out COVID, bringing back Kobe, dousing the wildfires, and doling out another round of stimulus checks to the country.

Or, we could be in for something truly epic tomorrow. Let’s consider the facts again.

Gone are the ultra-talented offensive cogs from last season for LSU. Heisman winner Joe Burrow, along with his trusty skill position players, most of his offensive line, and his wunderkind passing game coordinator are all in new spots (the NFL). Steve Ensminger is in charge of the show once again. Dave Aranda is leading Baylor, while people are laughing at Bo Pelini’s Baton Rouge buyout considering how poor the LSU defense has been this year.

They lost to Mike Leach, who hasn’t won another game yet. Think about that. MIKE LEACH MADE LSU WALK THE PLANK AND THEN DID SO HIMSELF. Mutually assured destruction from the Pirate. They also lost to Missouri and first year coach Eli Drinkwitz. LSU looked great against South Carolina, but that was at home, at night, where you can never pick against the Bayou Bengals unless you’re Troy.

Meanwhile... you know how this season has gone for Auburn.

Earlier this year, our own James Jones wrote a nice little ditty examining the history of BARN CHEATIN’. That only reviewed our controversial wins against the Tide after we were accused of nothing more than playing “gotchya and grabass” by the full diaper havers across the state.

Interesting only if you’re a mouthbreathing nitwit. Equitable if you’re the ones on the field trying to play actual football instead of gotchya and grabass. https://t.co/sum1sEFeXM

— Roll ‘Bama Roll (@rollbamaroll) April 22, 2020

Now, however, they may not be alone. Arkansas has joined Club Barn Cheatin’ —

I’m gonna be bitter for so long. In WHAT WORLD is that not a fumble!? WE WON THAT GAME pic.twitter.com/eGxwcFYlD9

— WoOoO Pig SpoOoOoky (@ArkansasFight) October 11, 2020

Then Ole Miss joined the group with these shirts and the sympathy of Alabama beat writers. It’s an alliance!

You can now grab yours today! : https://t.co/r4qq8zrpQR pic.twitter.com/W2cOnbQHWj

— Randy Jewel Morgan (@RebelNutt18) October 27, 2020

C’mon, you know we only cheat by funneling cash to star players through their family’s church and then strong-arming the NCAA into keeping them eligible by having a large yella man who likes to hit stuff with his own brand of 2x4s. Can’t you tell that’s how we run this game by all of the blue chip recruits we’ve gotten lately? Huh? Oh.

Anyway, Auburn has had some major buildup coming in the form of karma against LSU. The double digit leads blown over the past two years, with all the pass interference calls going against Auburn in 2018 are sure to somehow Yeerk their way into the back judge’s ear and force him to throw a flag on the purple Tigers. It’s going to happen. We’re going to get an all-SEC West alliance of Barn Cheatin’ going on in 2020.

Now, I’d love that, because it means we can win all of our division games, pissing off EVERYBODY and getting some victories while we’re at it in the year that doesn’t matter.

Let’s boil down the wild games in this series to a few choice words.

Photo finish. Last second. Controversial. Turnovers. Missed kicks. Poor clock management. Crowd involvement. Heisman winners. Natural disasters. Nicotine.

Now, to create the perfect outcome for tomorrow’s game, adding in Halloween and a full moon and a pandemic and the election.

Auburn and LSU will play a perfectly fun first half. There will be a bunch of points scored because neither defense is really all that good. LSU hits two or three big pass plays, and Auburn gets a breakaway run from Tank Bigsby and a long touchdown through the air. There will be a gadget play that works and one that blows up spectacularly. I have no designation on which team those happen to.

After halftime, it’s a close game, but LSU builds their lead in the third quarter with some defensive adjustments and another long pass play for a score. As the fourth quarter starts, Auburn trails by two scores. Then the turnovers happen. Whoever’s playing quarterback tomorrow will throw a pick, leading to a score for Auburn, and then in the final five minutes, Bo Nix and Tank Bigsby lead a methodical drive down the field and Auburn goes up by a point.

LSU will have a couple minutes left to salvage a win, needing only a field goal. They quickly move into range for the kick, but in their greed they go for the end zone from the Auburn 25. Offensive pass interference is called on a play where both the receiver and defender are hand-fighting, and the 15-yard penalty moves LSU back to where only a 57-yard field goal would win the game. With just five seconds left, Ed Orgeron trots out the kicking team, but the kick misses. Auburn roughs the kicker but doesn’t get called for it. Tigers (blue ones) win.

In the aftermath, Donald Trump criticizes Ed Orgeron for bad coaching on Twitter, and says that Big Ten football is way better (they love him in Iowa!). The southern states revolt and go blue. LSU joins Barn Cheatin’, Inc. and as a full moon sets on Halloween on the Plains, 2020 is put back in order.

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shadowsfandomhellhole · 7 years

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Chapter 2 is finally done!! WOOOO!

Title: Deal With the Devil Characters/Pairing: Eventual PaperHat. Black Hat, Dr.Flug, Dementia, 505. Chapter Summary: Flug slowly adjusts to his new life. Tags: Blood, dying, Death, Violence.

Ao3 Chapter 1

As the first few weeks passed, Flug slowly adjusted to his new living arrangements. He felt off since the crash, not quite like himself. He ignored it however just blaming it on the fact he’d just nearly died and that was the most logical explanation. The mansion he’d been taken to was Black Hat’s, and while the contract lasted, his new home. According to the eldritch, it would be easier if Flug stayed with him. Flug didn’t complain, as it wouldn’t really matter where he lived in the end. He definitely wasn’t gonna complain about living in a mansion for the remainder of his time. He was still adjusting to his new routine, however. Black Hat would wake him up every morning, bringing him coffee, setting out clothes for the day and inform him that breakfast would be ready with in a few minutes. After that he’d leave.

During the first week Flug had met the two other residents of the mansion, 5.0.5 and Dementia. 505 was an absolute sweetheart of a man, well demon. The demonic bear was around Black Hat’s height in human form and had curly black and gray hair with large silver eyes. He mostly wore a black turtle neck sweater and jeans with a larger baggy bear jacket with the hood pulled up. From what Flug learned, 505 was the cook, cleaner, and gardener.

Dementia was shorter than Flug, and was rather quiet. She was kind but loved to scare people She had long red hair with streaks of purple that was pulled back in a messy bun. The hybrid had patches of scales on her skin and bright yellow orange eyes. She usually wore a tank top and leather pants with heels. She had a large dark green trench coat that she usually wore, and always had her two bearded dragons, Nikki and Vale with her. Nikki was a purple tinted dragon and her sister Vale was red. The two were rather chatty as well according to Dementia who spoke for them. Flug learned that Dementia was the guard of the mansion as well as a skilled assassin.

Currently it was his third week at the mansion. Flug groaned as he felt light hit his face, pulling him from sleep. He pulled his blanket over his face with a whine of complaint and nuzzled into his pillow listening to the other move around.

“Oh no. I’ve already given you five more minutes. Come on, time to get up, Sir.” Black Hat said. The blanket was pulled off him and Flug huffed in annoyance. He sat up, rubbing his face and reaching out to take the mug of coffee held out to him. He took a sip of it and glanced up at eldritch, watching him set down a fresh paper bag on the night stand along with his goggles and setting out his clothes for today.

“Breakfast will be done by the time you’ve showered.” Black Hat said.

“… What’s for breakfast?” Flug asked before taking another drink of his coffee. Black Hat turned to him finishing up.

“Pancakes. With a side of bacon and sausage.” he answered. Flug gave a small nod.

“Pancakes. My favorite. I’ll be down in 30 minutes.” the mortal said. Black Hat bowed slightly and left. Flug slid out of the bed and stretched before gathering his clothes and heading into the bathroom attached to his room. He set the clothes on the counter and turned on the shower, letting it warm up. He shut and locked the door, before stripping and stepping into the shower. He quickly started to wash himself, once he was finished he turned off the water and stepped out. He grabbed a large fluffy white towel from the rack and dried himself off. He got dressed and dried off his hair the best he could before leaving the bathroom. He grabbed his goggles and slipped them on before folding the bag and tucking it into his pocket as he left his room and headed down the hall. He yelped and jumped back as Dementia suddenly dropped down in front of him. Nikki and Vale tucked safely in her jacket.

“Good morning, master Flug.” Dementia chirped. He sighed and relaxed slightly.

“Good morning, Dementia. Nikki, Vale.” he said. “Please, don’t do that.” he added.

“Sorry.” Dementia said, before flickering her tongue. “Nikki wants to know if you slept well.”

Flug smiled slightly and reached over lightly rubbing the purple beardie’s head.

“Yes, I slept well. Thank you for asking.” he replied.

“Vale wants pets too!” Dementia chirped. Flug rolled his eyes and rubbed the red lizard’s head as well.

“Let me guess… you too?” he asked looking at Dementia, who grinned and leaned towards him. He chuckled and rubbed her head. She flickered her tongue smiling more and followed him as he walked passed her to continue his way to the dining room. As they entered, 505 was helping Black Hat set the table. The demon bear looked up and waved at Flug giving him a big smile. Flug smiled back, giving a small wave. Dementia dived at Black Hat, who simply side stepped her to pull out a chair for Flug.

Flug took a seat nodding to the eldritch. He got his breakfast as 505 and Dementia sat down and got some food for themselves and started eating. Black Hat stood off to the side leaning against the wall. Flug ate in silence watching the eldritch out of the corner of his eye before swallowing the bite in his mouth and turning his head towards the other. Black Hat looked at him, meeting his eyes and raised an eye brow in question.

“Do you need to eat or sleep at all?” the mortal asked curiously. The eldritch blinked at the question and shrugged.

“Not necessarily. I do require some food and rest, but not as much as you mortals.” he answered. “I can go without food or sleep if I need to, but after a while it can start to effect my health.” he added.

“I-is… that gonna become an issue? I mean… there’s no telling how long this will last or take…” Flug trailed of, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“If you’re worried about me attacking you, you’ve nothing to worry about.” Black Hat stated catching onto what the other meant. “… If it were to become an issue I can just eat some mortal food. Its not satisfying but it works.” he added, crossing his arms.

“...That’s good to know.” Flug said relaxing a bit. The eldritch watched him and tilted his head.

“You’ve no real reason to worry, Master Flug… Even if my hunger got insatiable our contract keeps me from claiming your soul before its complete.” he said.

“Also good to know. I’ve been meaning to ask… Why didn’t you just claim my soul when you found me? Why make a deal and save me?” the human asked. Black Hat pushed off the wall and walked over.

“Because souls that crave revenge and achieve it taste so much sweeter then souls that never do. Besides, as easy as it would be to just snatch a soul as a mortal died, it’s… unsatisfying.” Black Hat explained. “I prefer my victims alive as I take their souls from them.” the eldritch grinned widely, exposing his sharp teeth. Flug swallowed leaning away from the other as he approached. “It’s so much more satisfying that way.”

“So in other words you like to play with your food.” Flug said. Black Hat smirked.

“Yes.” he answered, chuckling slightly as he walked passed Flug. “You should finish eating.”

Flug shifted before sighing and taking a few more bites of the pancakes, watching the other passed. The mortal thought over the new information. It was good to know that he didn’t have to worry about the Eldritch killing him before they found those responsible for his crash. He poked at the remaining pancakes as he got lost in thought. He frowned and stabbed a piece of pancake.

“… How are we supposed to even find them? I can’t even think of who would do it.” he said.

“No one at all? Come now, doctor, there must be someone.” Black Hat said, setting a fresh cup of coffee down in front of him. Flug blinked and gave a small nod of thanks. It was still a bit odd having such a powerful being as his… butler? He supposed that would be the right term. Regardless, he was still getting use to it. The human sighed, picking the cup up and taking a drink of the coffee as he thought over it. He gave a small shake of his head.

“Honestly? No, no one comes to mind.” he said. “..I know that there should be someone… but… There isn’t. I was never really close enough to people. I never spoke to anyone and no one spoke to me.” he shrugged and sipped the coffee again before setting it down.

“Aren’t you supposed to communicate as a pilot?” Black Hat asked, folding his hands behind his back.

“That’s not what I meant. I just mean that… I didn’t really talk with anyone other than my Co-pilot, the attendants, the passengers, and the station. Other than that, I didn’t talk to anyone else…” he explained. “I never really got… close to anyone. I have a bit of social anxiety so… I tended to avoid interaction where I could.” he added.

“Hm… That’s going to be quiet the issue to deal with.” the eldritch said. “… What was your airline? The one you worked with?” he asked.

“I worked for several ones… the main one I usually flew for was Hydra Airlines.” Flug replied. “Why?”

“It’s not much, but it gives us a place to start our investigation.” Black Hat said. “We can start up next week, once you’ve finally settled in.” he added. Flug shifted.

“I don’t think I’ll ever really get used to this.” he stated. “It’s too bazaar for me.”

“Vale wants to know if you think its scary here? And Nikki want’s to know if it’s because of Blackie.” Dementia asked suddenly. Flug blinked, looking over at her and her two bearded dragons. All three stared at him. He shifted and looked down.

“n-not exactly.” he answered. “… it’s more of… it being to… fancy.” he explained.

“How can something be to fancy?” Dementia asked.

“..W-well… I didn’t exactly grow up in a rich family… My parents were middle class. So we didn’t really have a mansion.” the mortal said.

“Huh... What did they do?” the lizard girl asked leaning forward. The human blinked and tilted his head at the question before answring.

“… My father was a pilot and my mother was a flight attendant.” Flug replied.

“Is that why they named you Flug?” she questioned.

“Heh… I supposed you could say that.. They were on a trip my dad was piloting, mom went into labor with me, and well… long story short the plane nearly crashed.” Flug chuckled nervously.

“You almost caused a crash just by being born??” Dementia asked. Flug shrugged.

“According to my parents yeah.” he said, running a hand through his hair.

“Cool!!” the hybrid cried, causing Flug to jump slightly. He flinched as he heard a darker chuckle from the monster standing at his side.

“Ironic… that you came into the world almost causing a crash and almost was taken out of it by one.” Black Hat snickered. “It’s quite funny in fact.” Flug frowned and crossed his arms, and looked down.

“Yes, well it isn’t funny to me. I was the best pilot there was. And thanks to the bastard who sabotaged me, my name’s probably being dragged through the mud...” he said, hissing the last part. Black Hat smirked and placed his hands on the human’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll find the person responsible and make sure he pays for the wrong he’s done. You’ll get your vengeance soon, my little pilot. We just need to be patient.” the abomination purred. Flug looked up at him him and sighed giving a nod.

The pilot looked down and picked up his coffee and took a drink.

“… I just hope its soon.” he said.

“You and me both.” the eldritch hummed quietly. He spoke softly enough that no one would hear but loud enough for Flug to catch it. The human couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his back but pretended he didn’t hear the other. Instead, Flug finished up his breakfast and coffee. 505 took away his dishes and headed to the kitchen. As the demon bear skipped away the mortal stood and left the dinning room to wonder the mansion as he’d been doing the passed few weeks. The manor was rather large and he liked walking through the halls. There wasn’t much else to do around the manor besides walk around the house or the garden.

The human hummed quietly to himself as he walked through the halls. He heard the light taps of foots steps behind him as Black Hat followed, but ignored him. He looked around glancing up at the paintings that hung on the wall. A few were of Black Hat others of landscapes. He tilted his head glancing at the signature on the paints as he passed them.

“You did all of these yourself?” Flug asked.

“Yes, I did.” the eldritch replied.

“You paint?” Flug looked back at the creature trailing him.

“Not anymore… Got to busy.” Black Hat replied.

“...Pity… They’re really good.” the human stated looking back at the paintings before continuing down the all. Black Hat hummed in response but didn’t say anything. They both fell silent as they continued to walk. Flug paused noticing a stair way leading downward, curiously he headed to it and looked down before descending. The pilot stopped at the bottom and looked around before a set of doors caught his attention.

“The laboratory.” Black Hat spoke up. “It’s all that’s down here. Other then the cellar of course.”

“A lab?” Flug asked, looking at the eldritch. He looked back at the doors and walked towards them quickly. He pushed them open and stepped inside. It was dark, but he quickly found the light switch and flipped it lighting up the room. The doctor looked around stepping further into the room. “...Holy shit… It’s an actual lab.” he whispered. He rushed over to one or the tables looking over the equipment.

“I thought you might like it.” Black Hat said stepping inside. “I had 505 clean it up a bit and I replaced all the old equipment.”

Flug turned to him, “...you… You did this for me?” he asked.

“But of course, Sir. What kind of eldritch would I be if I didn’t make sure my master was happy?” he asked. Flug blinked and looked around.

“...I… Thank you, Black Hat.” he said.

“No need to thank me, my dear doctor. I’ll leave you to your lab. Should you need me, just call.” the eldritch said bowing, before turning and leaving, letting the doors shut behind him.

Flug watched the other leave before glancing around. He smiled, before snatching a lab coat and slipping it on. He grabbed one of the clean blue prints and laid it out on the table as he grabbed a pencil. Sitting in the chair, he got to work planning the idea that formed in his head.

For the first time since the crash, Flug was feeling like himself again.

hope ya’ll enjoyed it : P

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jmdrd · 4 years

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The National - 10/12/2019 - Motorpoint Arena, Nottingham

This is the Nottingham story. This is when I decided I wanted to share my adventures with anyone who’s willing to give them a read. I am happy and grateful to talk about this one because it showed once again the power that music has to dissolve all separation in front of us.

It all began in September of 2019, as I was deciding on the first gigs that I would go to as my new London life began. I came upon The National’s announcement for their UK tour leg backing up their newest album I Am Easy To Find (2019). At this point, I’d seen them twice: December 2017 at the Civic Opera House in Chicago and in April 2019 at the Beacon Theatre in NYC. Twice had I flown to another country to see my favorite band. Twice I had been blown away. I smiled and thought, A third one does not seem far away. I noticed that the band did not plan on playing a London show during this leg. A few cities that I had never heard of were on the list, and then I noticed Brighton! Leo studies in Brighton, I’ll go to the gig and crash on his floor, a very simple plan. It started to look like I wasn’t going to need to travel an excruciating long distance to see the native clevenlanders. I didn’t buy my tickets then, it seemed too early to purchase them. I did not have the money yet plus, there were plenty tickets left and only a couple of dates were sold out. I knew I was going to be able to go. Brighton is not a big town, not a lot of people will go, I stupidly thought.

Months passed, winter term at Goldsmiths happened, and the last week of November was upon us all. This meant two things: Winter break and The National. To my surprise, all tickets for Brighton were sold out. Sadness started to crawl inside me, I was so excited to belt “Oblivions” alongside Matt Beringer, the Dessner twins and the Devendorf siblings. But it seemed like this was not going to happen, not in the next few days at least. “I have to see them,” I whispered under a big sigh. “Think of something, dude,” I told myself a few times. Then it came to me, travel a little further. I had done it before, why not cross city lines one more time to get to a gig? My research began, what city is the closest to London and has tickets for The National on the second week of December? The contenders were Leeds and Nottingham; Leeds I’d heard of, given that a friend is from there. Nottingham was a mystery, but it was quicker to get there. It was decided then, Nottingham it is! Planning for this gig was simple, but as I bought my train tickets I realized I had to get to a class on Wednesday after the Tuesday night gig. I can get from London to Nottingham, vise versa, in an hour and a half. So I’ll make it to my class. The only problem was that the last train to London left at 11:15 PM and there was no way I was making it if I wanted to stay for the whole show. The only solution to this was taking the first train scheduled at 5:00 AM on Wednesday morning. Which gave me sufficient time to get to my last radio class at 9:00 AM.

Weirdly, the week before the show transport decided to be my enemy. A flight I had a weekend prior to it was cancelled, a few Underground rides went longer than expected, and the train on my way to Nottingham broke-down. I found myself stranded in the middle of yet another unknown place: Leicester. As I stood in the cold-rainy platform I called my mom to let her know what was going on (for obvious purposes this conversation has been roughly translated from Spanish).

-“Hey! I’m stranded in Leicester. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to the show, the train stopped working and it is not going to let any other trains through.”

-“What?! No way, I can’t believe it!” She said sadly.

-“Yup, I’m going to ask around to see if I can figure something out. Maybe I can take a bus to Nottingham.” I scratched my head a bit and let out a big sigh.

-“Okay, please let me know! You’ll make it, I know you will.” With a soft tone she calmed me down.

-“Will do, ¡te quiero mucho!” I quickly replied.

-“¡Yo también!”

I hung up and started walking towards a lady wearing a bright yellow vest. She was telling some other people that the train we were on was not going to move in a while. She had no idea what we could do, or how we could get to where we were going. Google Maps said I could take a bus that was leaving in ten minutes, but walking to the stop was going to take me fifteen. I thought about running, but noticed that another train bound to Nottingham was going to arrive in twenty minutes on a different platform. I asked a staff worker if that was real, and as he smiled he said “I believe so, it is supposed to get here soon!” Once more, everything was going to be alright. I wasn’t going to be in the front row anymore, nevertheless, I was going to be inside the Motorpoint Arena.

As I chewed on a Reese’s peanut butter chocolate and caramel crunchy-bar, the train arrived. “This is it!” I thought. One trouble less for the rest of the ride. I forgot to mention this earlier, but I had an important theory essay due on Thursday morning. Because my radio class goes on until late in the afternoon I was not going to have much time to write after it if I wanted to sleep. I decided to get working on it on my way to this midland city; I had a good flow going on in the first train, but the mechanical failure threw me off. I decided to wait until after the show to worry about this. Very simple decision because I was going to have to wait for around six hours for the train back home.

Fast forward a little, I’m inside the arena a few feet from the stage (I was standing in the sixth row). Chatter filled the room as I stood wearing a black hat, some rain-wet jeans and a blue Miller Lite t-shirt as I held on to a poster and my backpack. Unknown faces all around me were excitedly talking about their expectations for the show. I was ready and could not wait any longer; I felt happy I had to travel once more to see my favorite band.

The lights dimmed and a bright pink dressed Jenny Lewis came into the stage to deliver a mellow and solid performance. The guitar solos were rich, her voice was soothing and hypnotizing, the percussion simple and crisp. Smoke and dust danced around to a purple background as I rhythmically moved my head side to side. What a nice warmup, I thought as Lewis and her band walked off stage. Now, the longest part of the night came: the half hour were the roadies set up everything to perfection. A few scattered shouts (mined included) echoed in the arena as a guitar chord was struck to make sure it was on tune. Lights dimmed once more, I smiled. I could not stop smiling. The band began playing “Rylan”, one of the new tracks. A loud snare drum performed by a flawless Bryan Devendorf backed Matt’s baritone voice as it was being whispered into the microphone: “Rylan you should try and get some sun / You remind me of everyone.” The melancholic lyrics that have been crafted to adorn the experimental rock sound don’t seem so sad anymore. A warm nostalgia filled up the room. Once again, I’m sure that any trouble is worth this. Suddenly, I froze as Matt pointed at me asking if I had been at the Nottingham gig a couple of years ago. I was not able to speak, I didn’t know how to tell him it wasn’t me. “Come on, raise your hand! It is you,” he chuckled as “Day I Die” started playing. I couldn’t believe I had half an interaction with the person who’s written the songs that have soundtracked my life for the past four years. I thought it was funny how he confused me given the fact that I had only been in the country for three months. The show continued and the first song I ever heard by them began: “Fake Empire”. A rich piano played by Aaron Dessner sounded at the top of the first words, “stay out super late tonight / picking apples, making pie”, and a few seconds later the snare once again covering the noise of a faint guitar riff being played by Bryce Dessner. As Scott Devendor jammed through the baseline the signature trumpets started vibrating through the monitors. Absolute chaos and then silence. A roar of claps came in a few seconds after. “Woooo! Yes, yes yes!” I yelled. “Thank you,” Matt whispered as the rest of the band made hand signals. It was time for the fake exit before the encore. The night ended with an unplugged version of “Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks” on a white-lighted stage. After tears were shed, yelling performed and lyrics recited, I proudly messed up the choir to the last song in the exact moment when everyone went quiet. I laughed along with a few other strangers. No better way to end a night.

The hours before my train arrived were mostly spent in a loud McDonald’s filled with drunk students as I wrote my essay. In the attempt of finding a quieter place to write at two in the morning I decided to venture out into the windy streets. I decided to walk towards the train station, but after a few minutes of going in the wrong direction my phone died. I was officially lost. I tried finding my way back to McDonald’s without success until I found a local guy walking quickly with his headphones on. I asked him where the train station was and he pointed to the left. I walked for a little bit more and made it. Yes, I made it to a cold empty building with no tables and no power outlets. Off I went again looking for my oasis; luckily, Christmas was near and a huge adorned tree sat in the middle of Nottingham’s central square. Just like the wise men, pirates and many others before me, I used the star to find my way back to another McDonald’s. I sat there writing, reading and charging my phone as people looked at me weird from time to time. An hour before my train departed I got kicked out because I didn't purchase anything. I politely made my way back to the station, took the train back home, showered, crushed my radio class and finished the essay.

Would I do this again? Yes, without question. Music has been the fuel to many successful adventures for me and many others. According to the UK’s Live Music Census conducted in 2017, about 10.9 million people traveled inside the union for music-ing purposes and a total 809,000 people came from overseas for the same reason. In times when we are constantly reminded by bigger powers that division is our best bet, music comes in and proves them wrong again, again, and again. This gig taught me that no matter who you are, there will always be a home for people that want togetherness. For people that want barriers to be abolished. Music has sparked rebellions for centuries and it will not stop. Let’s sing, dance and yell! Share a song, go to a concert, travel to a new town and listen to a local band. Anew, let's utilize music as our ally as we tear every single wall down.

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beverlymunoz · 7 years

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Profile of a Possible Savior: Frank Martin

Trigger warning for the ageists among us: GRAY HAIR ALERT.

By popular demand, I give you today’s POAPS – Frank Martin. The fifty year-old is in his fifth season as the head coach of the South Carolina Gamecocks. Martin, a native of Miami, FL (not Ohio, to be clear), the child of Cuban exiles, and an alum of the estimable Florida International University. He had a two decade career as a high school coach in Florida (more on this later) before assistant stints at Northeastern, Cincinnati, and Kansas State. Martin ultimately took the helm at K-State in 2007 for five seasons, followed by his lateral-ish move to South Carolina in 2012 (more on THAT later as well).

Important Questions, In Rough Order Of Importance:

1. Has he coached teams that have won a national title, made multiple deep NCAA tournament runs, and/or consistently been highly ranked?

Not so much, no. K-State made the Big Dance 4 out of 5 years under Martin, and that included an Elite Eight run in 2010. They were ranked at various times throughout those five seasons, finishing that 2010 season ranked 7th overall after amassing a 29-8 (11-5) record. The Gamecocks were ranked at points last season and are currently in the Top 25 this season. South Carolina has yet to make the Big Dance but is trending that way this year.

2. Has he built a program from the ground up?

K-State is a yes-ish, South Carolina is looking like a yes. Martin took over at K-State after one season of Bob Huggins. Huggins gets a lot of initial credit for starting the turn-around at KSU, but it was Martin who took them back to the Big Dance in 2008 for the first time since 1996. Finishing his time in the Little Apple with an overall record of 117-54 (50-32 in the Bix XII) and never finishing below 5th in the league – it is safe to say that Martin took the initial momentum from Huggins and built a stable, consistent tournament contender and 20-win-a-season program. At South Carolina, which had been in the NIT doldrums for most of the last two decades (or longer), Martin has yet to lead the Gamecocks back to the Big Dance but has steadily improved, winning 14 games in his first two seasons, followed by 17 in 2015, and last year’s breakthrough of a 25-9 season capped by a NIT bid (some would argue South Carolina was last year’s Virginia Tech in that they should have been in the Big Dance). This year’s team looks on track to make the tournament for the first time since 2004, currently sitting at 19-5 (9-2) and in the top third of the SEC standings.

3. Has he substantially improved the program from when he took over?

Second time I’ve done this so maybe the script needs rewriting, but see #2 above. I’d say, yes.

4. Has he succeeded at more than one head coaching job?

As noted above (DANGIT), this is a yes as well (assuming that SC makes the tournament this year).

5. Does he have significant high-major experience as either a head coach or an assistant?

In addition to his head coaching record at K-State and Sakerlina, Martin was an assistant at K-State and Cincinnati for Huggins (and some Andy Kennedy thrown in there as well).

6. Is his team one of the best in its conference right now?

Yep. South Carolina is currently tied for first with Kentucky and Florida in the SEC at 10-2. These three are juggernauts in the league right now with the next best teams sporting 7-5 records.

7. Do his teams actually play, what is this thing called, "defense"?

WOOOO GET READY! Martin’s South Carolina team is currently NUMERO UNO in Ken Pom’s adjusted defensive stats, giving up 86.5 points per 100 possessions. South Carolina was 36th last year and 21st the year before, so defense is a thing his teams do...do? His teams are known for their aggressive defense and so far at South Carolina (once they got some talent in the door), they have clearly shown a propensity for defense. I wonder what that must be like?

8. So how about offense?

Ah – it could be a little better. Tempo-wise, the Gamecocks are hanging around near 200th in the NCAA this season, and they aren’t terribly offensively efficient, at 141st overall, averaging 1.06 points per possession. This has been a pretty consistent theme in his time at South Carolina. Overall, Martin’s teams rely on their hard-nosed defense and rebounding to generate extra offense and possessions. Which I can dig - but in the set offense they tend to struggle a bit.

9. Any indication that he can recruit McDonald’s All-American-type players?

Well there was this guy named MICHAEL BEASLEY that Martin helped bring to the Little Apple when he was at K-State. Martin’s overall recruiting efforts have been solid, he has taken a page out of Huggy Bear’s playbook and has lived off of JUCO transfers, transfers from smaller schools, etc. usually pulling in 2-3 per year. South Carolina’s current team has three such transfers on the roster, and they have been a mainstay of both of his head coaching stints. His biggest recruit at South Carolina to-date is no doubt PJ Dozier, the Sophomore PG who committed to his hometown Gamecocks over offers from UNC, Michigan, and Georgetown amongst others.

10. Does he have any connection to NC State, North Carolina, or the ACC?

Does Tommy Corchiani being a walk-on at South Carolina count? No? In that case, no, other than living in a state in the "footprint".

11. Any other random red flags or positives?

It was all going so well right? Martin was a high school coach at Miami Senior High School in the late ‘90s and coached Udonis Haslem and Steve Blake during that time. They won three state championships that all ended up getting vacated due to recruiting violations – Martin was never formally implicated in those violations but he was fired shortly after the titles were vacated in 1999. In addition, stories have circulated about impermissible benefits and other potentially shady dealings from his time at K-State (including allegations around Michael Beasely’s recruitment). He has not been hit with violations to this point, but there is a general stench around him. Is having worked for Andy Kennedy a red flag? Older Pack fans may feel so. Also the lateral move from K-State to South Carolina – more on that below. He also has been suspended a few times for being a little too rowdy, and potentially verbally abusive, to his players.

Summary:

Would he be better than Gottfried?

Probably? I’d say that his tenure at K-State was pretty impressive given where he was coaching and their history – he has only matched what Gott’s best season was a HC (an Elite Eight) and won no conference titles in the process. But his teams seem like they play harder and smarter than what we have seen over the past couple of seasons.

Would he be better than Sid?

Yes. (Pass Go, Collect $200!)

Would he take the job if offered?

This is where I’m super dubious and would say maybe but I lean probably not. The move from K-State to South Carolina was telling to me. He has, so far, only coached at schools that are little bit backwater and off-the-grid in terms of basketball. Does he want the challenge of coaching in the ACC? Some would say he ran away from a much harder basketball conference in the Big XII to the SEC, but others would look at that move and say who wouldn’t have taken a pay bump to get the hell out of Kansas, in the literal shadow of one of the blue bloods, and have the chance to build a program that could easily be a top-four program in an SEC devoid of depth? He is also making north of $2 million a year at South Carolina, meaning that we would have to pay him more than Gott is making now to get him, and possibly a lot more if South Carolina tried to out-bid us. And you can’t rule out that he is just now seeing the fruits of his labor at South Carolina with his best team in his tenure there potentially playing its way to a top 6 seed in the Big Dance, maybe even a shot at the SEC title. You never know - maybe he would relish that next challenge, but hard to say right now that it would be no-brainer or anything close to it.

How would I feel if he were hired?

Good overall, I suppose. I don’t know why I’m not crazy about this guy. On paper, it would be the most impressive hire we would have made in some time. I feel like we would have to pay him a ton to get him here….and I just question fit? But if it happened I would get on-board, I’d just be leery that with some of the old skeletons rattling around that the combination of the pressure of this job, the media attention, our bad luck, etc. that something bad would end up happening. And the money too. If we had to pay him $3 million+…maybe that is just the way of college basketball these days but man, seems like a little much for a guy who has never won a conference title or made successive, deep NCAA runs.

How would the fan base as a whole feel if he were hired?

I think it would be generally well-received. I think there would be an expectation of pretty immediate success given his track record and how much we would be shelling out. He has the personality to win the press conference and if he could convince a host of transfers or early departures from happening (which I would give him a good chance of) then it would probably go over well.

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