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Flying High…On The Bars🤸🏽‍♂️ | Top Gun Maverick Imagine (Bob Floyd) Part 1

Takes place after the events of TGM

TGM Masterlist

PART 2 HERE

Characters & Pairings: Lt. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Olympic gymnast!reader (romantic), Dagger squad x reader (platonic)

Content Warnings: fluff, mentions of sporting injuries, slight profanity, recounts details of 2012, 2016, & 2020 Olympic Games. | Female!reader (she/her) | wc: 9.4k—I decided to split this into 2 parts because it was almost at 20k words.

Premise: When one sets their eyes on the Olympic dream, it becomes their life. When one falls in love with a person committed to achieving that dream, it becomes theirs as well. One year after a global pandemic shut down the world and two years after the high-risk uranium mission of the Top Gun special detachment, the dagger squad gather in Bob’s home base of Lemoore, California to witness the love of his life compete for a final shot at All-Around gold in the worlds greatest gymnastics competition. Prepping for her final Olympic Games, gold medalist Y/n L/n thinks back on her decade long career, and the moment she met the man of her dreams.

Note: Y’all I am loving these sport imagines for TGM I’ve been doing. I think imma do a soccer or tennis next 👀 now disclaimer this imagine does recount details that took place in the Olympics mentioned, but there were changes to the narrative to fit the story. Basically you’re imagining it was you on the teams instead, so don’t come at me saying, ‘that didn’t happen.’ I kept the outcomes for certain scenarios the same, but then changed others to fit Y/n’s place. Hope you enjoy and let me know your thoughts. Also like my ‘For The Gold’ imagine, I’m going off the basis that the events of TGM took place in 2019, not 2022.

I also wanna disclaim that I am very aware of scandal that took place with USA gymnastics. I have decided to not mention it in this miniseries for the sake of not triggering anyone and because I do not want to spread misinformation in case I were to miss things. Of course we know it happened, and it just makes me angry and disgusted to even think about that doctor and I do not want to trigger anyone at all. I do mention Nadia Comaneci in this (she was my idol when I did gymnastics) but do know I do not mention her coaches who were involved in the scandal. I loved Nadia, not her coaches and I’m just as disgusted with them as I am with that doctor. My heart is with all the gymnasts who were affected.

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“It’s 6:30 am Eastern time back home in the US, however it is 8:30 pm here in Tokyo on Thursday, July 29th, as we get set up to watch the final of the Women’s All-Around in artistic gymnastics. The men competed last night, and it was an unfortunate loss for both Americans after failing to medal in the Team. It was silver for the women’s two nights ago in the team final, losing to the ROC by about four points in the overall score—the first time the American’s have lost the gold in the Team since reclaiming the title after The Magnificent Seven in 1996.”

“It was a shocker to many people, John. Team USA have dominated the international level of gymnastics for over a decade now. They have been the Olympic champions in the Women’s All-Around since Carly Patterson won the title in Athens, they were the two-time gold medalists in the Team and have had someone on the podium in almost every event for the past few Games—Simone Biles dominated Rio four years ago. They were the favorite to win on the team final, but fell short and I know it must’ve been a sad loss for Y/n L/n on Tuesday after being part of both the London and Rio winning teams.” The tv screen was split with the coverage showing the commentators and footage from the 2012 London Olympics. It focused on the gymnast standing on the podium with her teammates, gold medals around their necks and waving to the crowd.

“I agree, Andrea. You know she is the first American gymnast since Dominique Dawes to make it on the team for three consecutive Olympics. After last night she became the second American, after Dawes, to medal in three consecutive Olympics—silver medal in the team final. She’s the veteran, having been in the elite stage since 2011 where she won her first World title on the bars. In London she walked away with three gold medals, the team, the uneven bars, and the balance beam. It was history for the USA gymnastics that Olympics with Gabby Douglas becoming the first African-American to win the All-Around and Y/n L/n as the first American to win gold on the bars in its individual final. L/n then repeated her victories in Rio—making Olympic history for Team USA again with back-to-back gold in the team, bars, and beam.”

“You know it was a big surprise when she appeared at the trials in June. After winning her seventh World’s title on bars in 2019 Y/n was hoping to get the gold on beam after reclaiming it in 2018, but a bad fall on the apparatus tore her ACL. It would have put her out of the trials had it taken place in 2020, but Covid canceled the entire 2020 season and the Olympics were postponed a whole year. Y/n didn’t say anything about coming back to the sport after recovering until after the VISA championships when it was revealed she petitioned for a spot in the trials. Both Aly Raisman and Gabby Douglas, who were her teammates the last two Games have since retired. I really thought it would be the same for Y/n L/n, but she surprised everyone.”

“She already, Allen, has made history in her own way by becoming the first American to win the gold back-to-back on two individual events—her signature event the uneven bars that she’s got multiple world titles to as you mentioned, and the balance beam. Many predicted Simone, the favorite to win on beam, would come out on top since it’s one of her strong factors, but an unfortunate mistake cost her the gold. Then in bars Y/n unveiled a massive dismount, becoming her fifth eponymous skill rated a J-Value. The gold medal was already hers at that point. ”

Now the split screen had a reply of the stunning routine on the uneven bars. The second her feet hit the floor and her arms raised over her head, the then two-time Olympian already knew she had secured the gold.

“That was an amazing moment to witness. The entire stadium was holding their breath. Y/n had already established herself as one of the best gymnasts on the uneven bars since her debut on the national team in 2010. Her routine in London was flawless, both in the team and event finals. After the Trials her teammates selected her as the captain of this squad and has really shown true leadership in these Games—we’ve seen it during qualifications and the team finals, comforting the team when the results came in. Her and Simone shared a moment together after the vault when Simone decided to pull out for the remainder of the competition. The veteran gymnast making a statement on Twitter in defense of Simone when she was receiving criticisms for her decision. Y/n’s definitely taken the role of big sister—the oldest at aged 25– and I know the girls are likely having some difficulty without family and friends to support with the regulations set for these Games. There’s no spectators in this arena save for the media and volunteers. Each nation was only allowed to bring one coach if I’m not mistaken so all the gymnasts are having to adjust. Definitely a different feel these Games no doubt—especially for Y/n who has got to experience the energy one sees in an Olympics with a full house. She’s the fan favorite for this All-Around in Tokyo and it’s going to be interesting to see if Y/n can deliver on Sunday as well and pull a three-peat on the uneven bars—the first for Team USA.”

“It’s definitely going to be an interesting Games no doubt now that it’s been confirmed Simone Biles will not be competing in the All-Around final citing concerns with her mental health. After pulling out of the Team finals it was unknown if she would continue in the All-Around and event finals. She and Y/n were the top two Americans to qualify—the first time for Y/n in her now third Olympics after having not been selected to compete for it in the preliminaries in London and lost to teammate Aly Raisman in Rio. Sunisa Lee has replaced Simone in this final and now the two Americans will go head to head for the title of Olympic Champion.” More replays showed of not only past Olympics but also the preliminaries from Saturday showcasing the contenders for the All-Around; Suni Lee in her Olympic debut and the now three-time Olympic gymnast Y/n L/n.

Thousands of miles across the Pacific Ocean where the sun is not even out as it reaches 3:30 in the morning, members of the 2019 Top Gun special detachment, Navy servicemen & women, and residents of Lemoore, California gathered in the gym of Taylor’s Elite Gymnastics Y/n spent 20 years training in.

“You excited, Bobby Boy?” Jake clapped his friends back, shaking his shoulders lightly in a playful manner. “Ready to cheer on the missus?”

Bob scoffs, but blushes nonetheless, “of course I am, Bagman. This is everything she’s trained for. If I could be there I would be the loudest in the stands” Jake makes a sound, muttering, ‘simp,’ causing Bob to brush him off. Phoenix comes over two cups of coffee, handing one over to her backseater.

“Leave him alone, Seresin,” she scolds, “if that was your wife you’d be doing the same thing.” Jake falls silent making Payback chuckle from his spot on the beanbag in front of the four, “he’s not saying anything ‘cause he knows it’s true.”

Fanboy pitches in, munching on some mini donuts, “he’s probably just still salty Y/n wouldn’t hook him up with one of her old teammates. Or that one swimmer he used to gush about.” From the side Rooster explodes in a loud laugh, causing Jake to glare at him. Coyote has to bite back a grin, not wanting to show amusement at his best friend's bad luck.

The pilot wipes a fake tear, still giggling, “Sorry, that was just really funny.” While the others began to tease Jake, Bob focused on the screen. Softness in his eyes as he watched the NBC live coverage, showing footage of Y/n warming up while in the corner of the screen had replays of her 2016 Games in Rio. His heart was hurting he couldn’t be in the stands due to Covid, but regardless Bob was over the moon with love and happiness for his wife.

Since the age of 5 the gym was her second home after her mother put her in a mommy & me gymnastics class. Bouncing on the trampoline was really what made the child fall in love. She could be there all day if they’d let her. Then after a few more classes that were meant for just some bonding time between mother and daughter, Y/n begged to be placed in the regular lessons after seeing the older girls swinging on the bars and balancing on the beam.

It was the start of a career that would span over a decade when Y/n began competing, claiming multiple national titles, world championships, and three Olympic Games.

In 2004 Y/n sat glued to the TV watching Team USA compete in the Athens Olympic Games. Carly Patterson was crowned Olympic Champion of the All-Around and Y/n knew at that moment she wanted to become an Olympian.

Her parents were hesitant, especially after talking to other parents during Y/n’s lessons, to pull her from school and dedicate all her time to training. There was also the topic of moving to find a coach. Many gymnasts they read up on had traveled to different gyms and had lifelong coaches. For Y/n, her family wanted to stay in Lemoore. Her father had done time in the Navy and was stationed there when he met Y/n’s mother. They fell in love and her father decided to end his contract with the Navy to be with her mother. Not long after he ended up getting a good civilian job on base with Y/n being born in 1996.

What made her parents decide to go through with full-time training were the owners of the gym. Mike and Mary Taylor. Husband and wife who together ran and coached the gymnasts. It was a fairly new gym—having only opened in 2000 so they never had one of their students go to the international level. “There is a fire in her, we both see it. She’s got the dedication, the spirit, and we would love to be the ones to help her achieve the dream of the Olympics. And we would do everything in our souls to make it happen. When we look at her, we see a future Olympic champion.”

So the deal was set. Y/n would become homeschooled and spend nearly 10 hours in the gym everyday. After waking up she would have breakfast with a smoothie before starting one of two 5-hour practices. Mornings were dedicated to bars and beam with Mike and afternoons with Mary on floor and vault. Lunch would be in between and then after dinner Y/n would condition with a personal trainer. Within a couple years she had worked up to level 5 and began competing in meets.

It was learned very quickly that Y/n had a talent for the uneven bars. She was strong on the beam and good on floor and vault, but bars is where she shined. An All-Around gymnast, Y/n put more focus in perfecting her bar routine than anything else. It was where she felt like she had a better chance at becoming an Olympic champion. Flying high in the air on releases brought joy and hitting a perfect handstand made Y/n feel like she was on top of the world.

Nadia Comaneci of Romania, the first gymnast in Olympic history to receive a perfect 10 in competition, was her idol and who Y/n strived to be like. She was the definition of perfection. Every moment of free time Y/n was watching reruns of the 1976 Games in Montreal where Nadia claimed the All-Around, Uneven Bars, and Balance Beam gold. Sometimes Y/n wished she could attempt to do the flawless routine, but the uneven bars were placed differently than they were in the 70s.

There was also the American Mary Lou Retton, the first American woman to win the All-Around at the 1984 Games in Los Angeles. Y/n admired many gymnasts from the former USSR in the 60s & 70s & 90s including Olga Korbut, Ludmilla Tourischeva, Nellie Kim, Larisa Latynina. Russia’s Svetlana Khorkina, Belarus’s Svetlana Boginskaya, and Vera Caslavska of the former Czechoslovakia were amongst Y/n’s idols in the sport.

And of course, the 1996 Magnificent Seven: Shannon Miller, Jaycie Phelps, Amanda Borden, Dominique Dawes, Dominique Moceanu, Amy Chow, and Kerri Strug. The team of women Y/n cited as her biggest inspirations. Y/n was born the year they won the US their first gold in the Women’s Team All-Around on home turf in Atlanta. Chills always appeared when watching replays of Kerri Strug landing the vault on practically one foot to secure the gold against Russia.

In 2010 at age 14 Y/n made her debut on the junior national team. She appeared in several championships, claiming titles to the uneven bars and balance beam. She never listened to commentators when watching replays of meets to see what she needed to improve, but there was always a heaviness to her heart when they would say she was unlikely to be an All-Around contender. “We’ve seen her these last competitions and there’s no doubt she will be a threat to other gymnasts when it comes to the uneven bars—her routine even here on the junior level is insane—and possibly balance beam, but there is a lot to be done for Y/n on the floor. She’s powerful on vault—as we saw in her Yurchenko 1 ½ twist, but fails to stick the landing and is always taking a large step with big deductions. She needs to control that power so she’s not catapulting forward on the landing.”

Her family and coaches reminded her to not listen to commentators or opinions of the media. It was hard first coming into the national stage, but by the 2012 U.S Olympic Team Trials Y/n was a pro at handling the them. She was 16, the reigning World Champion on the uneven bars, and looking to earn her place on the London team. The trials lasted two days with Y/n qualifying after finishing in the top 8 of the VISA Championships. 15 total girls including the Beijing All-Around Olympic Champion Nastia Liukin and member of the 2008 silver winning team Alicia Sacramone, all competed for one of the five spots on the team.

Like all the gymnasts in attendance, Y/n competed on every apparatus but it was her bars and beam routines that secured her spot for London. After a small mistake on the floor Y/n feared it would be the make or break in deciding if she would make the team since she did not rank in the top two places by the end of the trials. Her vaults were good form wise, though she needed to really work on sticking the landing better. When her name was called out in the back room Y/n burst into tears. Her coaches pulled into an embrace, crying with her, before she and the other four girls were hauled to the floor. The crowd of spectators were on their feet. Cheers from every corner.

Vision blurry, Y/n turned her gaze to the section her parents were seated in. When she found them the tears fell more rapidly at the sight of her father practically jumping up and down whistling while her mother was in her own emotional state. They blew kisses to her, Y/n returning them before waving to the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, your women’s 2012 London Olympic team!!!”

London was a dream come true.

The moment Y/n stepped into the arena she had to hold back her tears, pitching herself as though to say, ‘is this really happening?’ The smell of the chalk brought comfort. Y/n was itching to get on the bars and show the world what she was made of. Her teammates were some of the best gymnasts to exist with several World titles to their name. The pressure was on for these young women. The media and fans back home were hoping they would be the first team since the Magnificent Seven to win the gold in the team final. It was their goal, but they had tough competition against Russia and China.

The qualifications were intense, but the team as a whole managed to get the top rank to guarantee a spot in the final. After discussions with the appointed team coach, Y/n only competed on the bars and beam. Uneven bars was her strongest apparatus where she would no doubt deliver. The beam was her second strongest, with a difficult routine that when executed would bring a high score. It saddened the gymnast she would not get the chance at All-Around gold, but Y/n pushed her emotions aside to focus on the big picture. Rio was four years away, she could easily try for a spot on that team. For now, she needed to focus on getting the gold in her events.

Qualifying in the top spot on bars and beam, the next step was the Team final.

And it was one to remember.

The team kicked off on the vault where Gabby, Jordyn, and Aly gave a beautiful start to the competition. Russia was next before the second rotation: bars. Y/n was the last of the three Americans to perform after Russia went first. She kept her back to the bars when the Russian athletes were up, the golden rule of gymnastics that was learned very early on: never watch your competitors or pay attention to the standings. Very often will it jinx the performance of the gymnast who does. And Y/n was not about to let that happen.

When Kyla and Gabby were on, Y/n clapped and cheered them on alongside Aly and Jordyn. “C’mon Gabby, you got this!” Yes! Beautiful—one more big one!” “Stick it, Kyla—stick it! YEAH!!”

Then she was up.

A quick pep talk from Mike and Y/n stepped onto the platform and waited for the green light. When it appeared, she saluted the judge and faced the bars, taking a deep breath before running to punch her feet on the springboard, hitting her hands onto the low bar in a straddle position before catching the high bar. The entire routine Y/n didn’t think, she just let muscle memory take her away. Cheers from her teammates and the crowd fueled her. Release after release, handstand after handstand, kip up to the high bar from the low bar. The routine felt like forever but in reality it was only less than two minutes.

“Beautiful start off the springboard and onto the high bar—from here are a series of handstands which have become a staple in Y/n’s routines since the junior U.S Championships in 2010. Here we go on the first….hit it right on the mark, now the second…oh gorgeous form—legs are squeezed together. She will hit two more before going straight into a big release. Here it comes-over the high bar—-wow look at the height! Then straight to the low bar and back to the high into another big release. Unstoppable, this routine is jam packed with difficulty. Y/n has shown little mistakes since unveiling this routine at the beginning of the season—despite one error during the American Cup where she missed a handstand that resulted in shaky release. One more big transition from high bar to low bar and back again before falling straight into a release. Wow, that was amazing! Now she’s gearing up for the dismount—very difficult here—she’ll be doing a double twisting double layout, the same Shawn Johnson did in 2008 rated a G-Value skill. Here we go, the moment we’ve all been waiting for—and she sticks it!! Unbelievable! The crowd loved that and so did her teammates, they’re jumping for joy down below.”

Y/n finally breathes as the crowd goes wild around her. Briefly closing her eyes, she exhales before facing the judges to salute. A wide grin on her lips, Y/n claps her chalky hands covered by the grips and runs to the stairs to be embraced by her coach. Her teammates surround her, hugs and high-fives all around. “That was amazing!” “You were perfect! Absolutely perfect!”

“This is why Y/n was picked for these Games—it is that routine that secured her spot on team USA. It’s untouchable. She is the World Champion in this event, completely dominating the junior level—no one else could touch Y/n on the bars. She’s looking to become the first American to win the uneven bars on Sunday night for event finals and she is exceptional. Those handstands are perfection, the form is impeccable and the landing was perfectly executed—she would get a ten if it were the old system. Now we’re just waiting for the score, which is going to be big. Her start value is 7.1, huge for an uneven bars routine but it’s those transitions combined with the releases and of course that G dismount that really make this routine such high valued—not to mention the series of handstands at the beginning. I believe she has the highest start value in this event these Olympics—no doubt the fan favorite for Sunday night.”

Y/n downs a bottle of water, ignoring the snaps of the cameras from the press directly in front of her. She waves to a few people in the audience, a little girl shrieks when they see the gymnast noticed them. Quickly Y/n packed her bag because they were about to make the rotation to beam. They were just waiting on her score.

“For those of you at home watching for the first time who are confused on how the scoring works, the gymnasts routines used to be scored out of a 10–that’s how it was for the Magnificent Seven and Carly Patterson. But after the 2004 Olympics the Code of Points changed and now they are given a difficulty and execution score. The difficulty is set in stone by the routine, so in Y/n’s case her start value is 7.1–that is the difficulty of her routine based on all the elements put together. The execution score is out of 10–similar to the old system where the judges deduct when they catch errors, imperfect form, or the gymnast falls. After the execution score is decided it is added to the start value, and that is the score the gymnast receives. The highest score Y/n can receive is a 17.100 if she were to receive a perfect execution score of 10. On the screen now is the deduction zone and green is what these athletes want—they want little deductions as possible. Yellow is basically the caution area and red is the danger zone where the gymnast made a really bad mistake—possibly a fall off the apparatus or had too many visible errors.”

“You know, Y/n does her best to not leave room for deductions but there’s always something the judges will catch. Scoreboard is coming around and it looks….it’s a 16.541 for Y/n L/n! Holy moly that is a massive score for the Americans—it’s put them well ahead over Russia going into rotation three. She scored higher than in the qualifications which was a 16.3! I know she’s happy now—we can see her smiling from this angle as the Americans get ready to move to the balance beam. Y/n will compete on the beam along with Kyla Ross and Aly Raisman before sitting out of the floor.”

Warming up on the beam, Y/n did her spins, a couple jumps, her Arabian, and dismount. She was set to go second, giving a slight break after coming off of the high from bars since the US was set to go first in the rotation. Then in the final rotation on floor they would compete after Russia. Y/n was confident in her beam routing, having perfected it for over a year. It had lower difficulty than her bar routine but was still highly valued at 6.4. The highest Y/n had received on it was a 15.628 at the trials, usually ranging between 15.100 and 15.533 in other competitions. In the qualification round Y/n got a 15.478 and secured her place in the individual event final.

“Welcome back to our coverage of the women’s artistic all-around team final in London. We’re onto rotation three of four and it’s the balance beam for Team USA. All three Russians have competed with great performances and very little deductions. The margin between Russian and the US looks like it may be neck and neck going into the floor. Up first for the Americans is Kyla Ross—she and Y/n L/n will finish their team finals on this event. They both were chosen to compete on just the bars and beams—Jordyn Wieber will join Gabby Douglas and Aly Raisman on floor after sitting out for two rotations following the vault. Up first for team USA, Kyla Ross.”

“Let’s go, Kyla!!” Y/n clapped her hands around her mouth. “You got this girl!” When the gymnast finished Y/n was immediately hauled up the stairs, high-fiving her teammate before waiting for the green light on the far right end of the beam. Once Kyla’s score was finalized and on the board, the green appeared and Y/n saluted the judge. The springboard was placed beside the middle of the apparatus, and Y/n once again took a deep breath.

“Y/n’s got the green light from the judge, and is now setting up for her mount. This is quite the skill she is about to do—Dominique Moceanu of the 1996 team performed this mount on the beam in Atlanta. Here she goes….beautiful. It’s a tricky mount but when executed right it can be stunning. Now onto this interesting spin that many gymnasts have started to use in their routines, it’s called a ‘wolf spin.’ She’ll do three full turns right here before setting up for her first big combo—Arabian into a pike jump then right to a back handspring—a little shaky right there on the landing. There will be a slight deduction for not having her chest up in time. Gorgeous spins as she walks to the opposite beam. Here is her tumbling pass, back handspring to a layout—repeating it—and she’s got it! A spin to jump combination and straight into a back tuck. Y/n has made it a habit in her beam routines to display her strength. From this handstand she will turn and split her legs down the middle before holding it at an angle so she’s not level with the apparatus. Very hard to do that could easily end in disaster, but she makes it look effortless. The crowd loves it too. Now all there’s left is the dismount—the time buzzer has sounded. An F-valued skill she’s gonna do a stretched back salto with a triple twist. And she sticks the landing once again!! Beautiful end on the beam for Y/n L/n! That is gonna be a good score I feel.”

“Great job, that was awesome!” “Well done, Yn.” “You did amazing!” Her teammates swarmed her again, followed by her coach who pressed a fatherly kiss to her forehead, “well done, well done, my little powerhouse.” Catching her breath, Y/n wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Together they looked out to the audience to try and find his wife, her other coach, and Y/n’s parents. When they found them they were on their feet clapping, waving frantically at the two. Then the score came in and Y/n visibly saw them get more excited. Rotation 3: BB—Y/n L/N (USA) 15.840

“Wow, a huge score for Y/n L/n of Team USA—15.840! That is the highest score she’s ever received now—her 15.6 at the Olympic Trials was the highest she had gotten on this routine and now it’s been replaced.”

“Well deserved too. This routine was the best she’s ever performed, John. There were those two slight errors where her chest was low on the landings, but her form is just outstanding.”

After cheering on Aly it was time for the last rotation. Y/n packed up her backpack before pulling on her Team USA sweats to cover her bear legs. Over by the floor Y/n was filled with nerves, but confidence for her teammates. After the beam there was a tight lead over Russia, but not by a large margin where anything could happen. It was gonna come down to what happens on the floor.

When the results came in and USA appeared on the #1 spot Y/n jumped for joy, interlaced hands with her teammates in the air. The entire arena was on their feet—especially those who came all the way from America to support. Y/n’s parents and coach were whistling and screaming, it was a truly golden moment for the 16-year-old from Lemmore, California. And for the girls sharing it with her.

They pulled off what they set out to do since being named at the trials. The Olympic Gold in the Women’s Team Final, making them the first team since the 1996 Magnificent Seven to win the title. It was an honor Y/n would carry for the rest of her life and got to share with her spectacular teammates. Standing on top of the podium, with a gold medal around her neck as the national anthem played, Y/n let the tears fall freely. Overwhelmed with emotion, her lips trembled as she mouthed the lyrics. The arena was quiet save for the melody, but when it ended it erupted in cheers. Together with her team Y/n raised the bouquet of flowers to the sea of spectators. Cameras flashed as they posed with the silver and bronze winning teams Russia and Romania.

Post interviews took place and Y/n was still unable to let go of the grin on their face when answering questions. “Y/n, congratulations on this amazing win. You and the team have won the gold—America’s first Team gold since 1996. Can you put into words how you’re feeling right now?”

“Honestly I can’t—I-I’m just so overcome with emotion, it still feels unreal. I want to take this moment to thank my parents who are in the crowd, they have been my strongest support system during this journey and of course my amazing coaches that are with me in London. And of course Aly, Jordyn, Gabby, and Kyla. They were spectacular tonight—I’m so proud of this team, everyone gave it their all and pulled off the best routines we could to get here. After the first rotation the energy just kept bouncing off each of us—it was a great start that flowed into every rotation.”

“I have to bring up that bars routine, Y/n, everyone is talking about it. Absolutely phenomenal. That was the best we’ve seen you do in the event—scoring higher than you did in qualifications. You’re the reigning World champion and the favorite for Sunday night’s event finals. Do you think you’ll do better than you did tonight ?”

Y/n bit her lip, offering a shrug to the reporter, “The thing about this sport is you never know if you’re gonna hit the routine each meet. The goal is to every time but you just have to go in there and give it your best. And that’s what I plan to do Sunday. My coach and I are going to work on where improvements are needed, and I hope to deliver the same way I did tonight.”

The volunteer signaled for the reporter to hurry it up. “Well we’ll be cheering you on both Sunday and Tuesday night as well for the beam finals. Congratulations again on behalf of everyone watching at home. You and the team did amazing and we hope you all have fun celebrating tonight. We’ll see you back here Sunday for the uneven bars.”

Y/n shook the reporter's hand with a grin, “Thank you so much! Have a great night,” blowing a kiss to the camera, Y/n waved to the fans shouting out to her and moved to follow the team out of the arena. The next time she was in the dome was to cheer on Aly and Gabby from the stands during the All-Around final. Kyla and Jordyn were with her, as were the coaches and parents. A wave of red, white, and blue was around them, supporters of Team USA which competed for the loudest section against others when it came to cheering on the Americans. Y/n was on her feet each time Aly or Gabby finished a routine, “Way to go, Gabby!!” “I see you, Aly, let’s go!!”

By the end of the competition Y/n was frantic with joy. Gabby’s name was at the top spot making her the All-Around Olympic champion. The entire arena was on their feet in an explosion of cheers. Unfortunately Aly missed out on the bronze, landing fourth place. Y/n shed tears for both Gabby and Aly, filled with joy for the former at winning the gold, but heartbroken for the latter.

The rest of the week flew by in a blur until it was Sunday night and Y/n was back on the mat for the women’s uneven bars final. She along with seven others would compete for the honor of Olympic champion. The last to compete, the athlete kept her back to the bars and mentally prepared—doing some handstands to pass time. When her coach came up saying it was time, Y/n shook the nerves off and blocked out the crowd.

This was the moment of her life.

“Representing the United States of America,” the crowd cheered, “Y/n L/n!” Taking her place on the mat, Y/n saluted the judges at the green light before licking the tips of her thumbs and clapping once—a ritual since she started competing. With a nod to her coach, who was set up to move the springboard upon her punch onto the bar, Y/n sprinted up and started the routine.

All throughout the routine Y/n thought of her idol Nadia, striving to have the perfect form she did when she took the gold 34 years prior in Montreal. She let her body do the work, letting it carry Y/n through the air upon releases and putting it in the right position with each move. Before long it was time to dismount. The arena was on edge, waiting for the show-stopping move that Y/n had stuck in the team final. With a deep inhale, the gymnast released her hands and twisted before opening her arms at the nick of time.

When her feet hit the mat, arms out and upright, Y/n had to hold back the tears for she knew she just pulled off the best bars routine of her life.

The audience knew it too, they were in an uproar. It continued even after Y/n saluted the judge and walked off the stairs. Her coach practically hauled her off the last step, embracing her while she cried. Of course it was bad luck to celebrate when the score hasn't come in yet, but Y/n had the highest start value of all the finalists and there was no doubt she just overtook the #1 spot. “I’m truly speechless folks, that was without question the best routine of the night. Y/n L/n promised to deliver and she did—from start to finish the routine was non-stop. Hit after hit—that landing will go down in history books. Y/n knows it too, she’s already celebrating it looks like with her coach, Mike Taylor, who’s been with her since she began her gymnastics career. The crowd is celebrating too—I can see her teammates on their feet. We’re just waiting on the score and it should be coming in at any second—-16.825! THAT’S THE GOLD MEDAL FOR Y/N L/N OF THE UNITED STATES!!! She’s the new Olympic champion on the uneven bars—the first for Team USA!!!”

Being on top of the podium felt like cloud 9. Y/n couldn't believe that after years of hard work and dedication she was the Olympic gold medalist in their favorite event. It meant more to her than when she won the World title the year before. All she pictured when the national anthem played was her at nine years old, sitting in front of the tv to watch the Athens Games. That little girl was now an Olympic champion. The best in the world on the uneven bars.

A dream that came true.

Speaking of another dream, Y/n felt all the wind leave her body when after the podium ceremony she was called over by the team’s head coach….and next to her was Nadia Comaneci. Beaming at the gymnast when they locked eyes. If the cameras were not on them her knees would’ve buckled right there. There was no stopping the tears at that point. Her idol was congratulating her, hugging her, completing her routine….it was the best moment of Y/n’s life. More so than actually winning the damn gold medal.

When Y/n repeated the glory on the beam two nights later with a 15.866, there weren't as many tears but the emotion was all the same. It had been the final night of completion for gymnastics with Aly Raisman securing the gold on the floor exercise. Team USA on top of the podium in 5 of 6 events. Y/n was over the moon.

But one question remained.

“Hello again, Y/n, wow has it been a run for you in your Olympic debut. Along with Aly Raisman you’re the most decorated American to come out of this competition. Three gold medals. The Olympic champion on the uneven bars and balance beam as well as the #1 team in the world. Unbelievable, you’ve been amazing to watch this week and everyone at home must be over the moon for you.”

“I really am—It’s so unreal to think that this time last year I was making my debut with the senior national team. I’m so filled with gratitude, my parents and coaches—this wouldn’t have been possible without them. To be called a three-time gold medalist is the biggest honor in the world and to share one of them with my team is….I’ll never be more proud than I am of them. They’ve done amazing at these Olympics—Gabby winning the All-Around, Aly with the floor and the bronze on beam. I’m just so overcome with happiness for not just myself but for them as well.”

“I gotta ask because it’s been buzzing after your win on the bars, but are you looking for a shot at the Rio team in 2016? You’re now the Olympic champion in two events—are you hoping to defend it in four years? Not to mention hopefully get the chance at competing in the All-Around since you weren't selected in the qualifications?”

This was the question that had Y/n up nearly all night thinking about. It was unspoken between her and her coaches, having wanted to focus on the current competition than set sights on the future. Now that the Olympics were technically over for her, Y/n was ready to get back in the gym for another chance at glory.

This time, her goal was the All-Around title.

“I pretty much knew regardless of the outcome of this competition that I would train for Rio. Now the motivation is tenfold really and I do hope I get the chance at the All-Around if I do make the team. For now I’m gonna celebrate with my family, coaches, and my team before getting back in the gym for next year’s Worlds.”

The 2013 to 2015 World Championships were some of the best years in Y/n’s career. Not only did she take the silver in the 2014 & 2015 All-Around next to gold medalist Simone Biles, but claimed the 2013 gold on the balance beam followed by silver in 2014 & 2015, shocked the globe by becoming the 2015 World Champion on vault, and went three for three gold on the uneven bars. By the time the 2016 Olympic trials came around, Y/n was the second ranked gymnast in the world.

The Olympic Rings were tattooed on her forearm, a reminder that she accomplished her childhood dream. Making the team for the second time that summer was beyond what Y/n could put into words. And she would not be the only returning olympian to the US team, Gabby and Aly were coming with her.

There was a lot of talk of what Y/n would bring to the Rio Games. Not only was she the defending champion on bars and beam—hoping to bring a first for the US by repeating her success in London, but she was aiming for a spot in the All-Around competition. Commentators couldn’t get enough of the impending qualifications. Simone was the top contender—the #1 gymnast in the world—and would no doubt qualify, which only left one spot. One spot that three gymnasts wanted.

Gabby, looking to defend her All-Around title.

Aly, to claim the medal she missed when placing fourth in London.

And Y/n, the reigning two-time World silver medalist.

All three members of the gold winning team in London. All three individual Olympic champions.

It would be a heated competition between athletes and friends.

When the trials concluded Y/n had a lot to think about. A lot to mentally prepare for. In the Olympics anything can happen. She witnessed that in London when Jordyn, the reigning World champion, did not qualify for the All-Around. Romania claiming the bronze in the team final over China. Then Y/n beat the leading contender for the gold on beam. Nothing was guaranteed.

As Y/n packed up her bag following interviews after the 2016 team was announced, she headed to leave for the parking lot to meet with her parents and coaches. Phone in hand, Y/n sent a message to her parents when they asked if she wanted to go out to eat to celebrate. As she came around the corner, having waited until most of the spectators had already left, the gymnast gasped when something crashed into her legs causing the phone to drop from her hands, “Oh!”

“Daisy!” A male voice shouted against the sound of feet approaching. “I told you to watch before turning—I’m so sorry ma’am. I—.” His voice stopped suddenly when Y/n lifted her head to connect with a stunning pair of blue eyes. They belonged to a young man with a baby face, roughly around her age but possibly older by a few years, who had blonde hair—stood at about 6 ft and wore a pair of glasses. “O-oh God, you’re Y/n L/n. I-I’m so sorry about my sister—she wasn’t looking.”

The little girl in question—who looked to be about 11 years old— was now in front of Y/n, mouth agape as she stood starstruck. In one hand was a handheld American flag with the event program in the other and she had team USA painted on her cheek. She looked very similar to the man behind her as she had matching hair and eyes. Daisy, as her name was shouted by her brother, looked like she could cry. “I’m so sorry, Miss. Y/n.”

“Oh it’s alright,” the woman softly smiled. Daisy had the same look of awe and emotion Y/n had when she met Nadia Comaneci in 2012 after winning the uneven bars. “Really, it’s okay. I should’ve watched where I was going.” She bent down to grab her phone, silently thankful it didn’t crack any more than it already was. The guy, however, saw the cracks and went pale.

“I’m so so sorry. O-oh gosh, I’ll pay the full amount to replace it—.” Y/n immediately cut him off.

“No, no, no, it was already like that,” Y/n lightly laughed, a little embarrassed to reveal the truth, “I promise you, I just haven’t had the time to get a new one. But it wasn’t her fault I can assure you. It was actually the locker room floor that’s responsible.” Daisy looked embarrassed and guilty at the thought she broke the Olympian’s phone, but upon Y/n’s words she visibly relaxed.

Her brother on the other hand still wasn’t sure. Internally he was freaking out. The now two-time olympian and gold medalist was right in front of him. And she was so beautiful in person it was making his brain scatter…..And his sister knocked her phone from her hands. “Are you sure? I can really write you a check right now Ms. L/n.” The woman waved a hand with a shake of the head, “You have my word. You don’t me anything, Mr……” she waited for him to say his name. A light tint of red appeared on his cheeks, “U-uh Robert, but you can call me Bob, everyone does.”

Y/n extended her hand, making Bob blush more when he went to shake it and a spark ignited causing them both to flinch. “Sorry!”

Y/n only laughed, finding him adorable, “It’s okay. It’s nice to meet you, Bob, and please call my Y/n. And it’s nice to meet you too, Miss. Daisy.” The little girl smiled wide, in a state of visible joy that she was in the presence of her idol.

“You were amazing today, Y/n,” Daisy complimented, making the woman smile.

“Thank you. Did you have fun watching the competition?”

Daisy nodded, “I had a lot of fun. My favorite was you on bars—I had my brother get seats near them so we could watch you.” Y/n couldn’t help but feel warmth in her body. Anytime she had fan interactions it reminded her how she fell in love with gymnastics. Watching the Games and competitions on tv, attending them in person to watch athletes she admired growing up. One could never get used to it. Y/n could see herself in Daisy, for she had begged her parents to always get seats by the bars when they went to watch the 2008 Team trials.

“You’re her favorite gymnast,” Bob casually said with a smile. Y/n thought at that moment, ‘wow he’s got a beautiful smile.’ Her heart picked up at the realization she was attracted to the man. There was just something about him that had her wanting to stay and talk with him.

Y/n smiled at the compliment, turning to Daisy, “I’m extremely honored to have that title, Miss. Daisy. Thank you so much for your support and coming out today. I’m happy I did not let you down,” Y/n then asked, “Are you a gymnast too?”

“Yup!” She said proudly, “I’m level five. I watched you win in London and wanted to be like you,” Y/n placed a hand on her chest, an ‘awe’ escaping her mouth as she tried to hold back the emotion. This little girl was about to capture her heart.

Her brother surly was about to.

Bob nodded his head to his sister, “Her birthday was recent and this is what she asked for. To come watch the trials—to hopefully see you make the team. C-congratulations by the way! You were incredible out there.”

“Thank you,” Y/n said to him, “It’s a privilege to get to compete for a second time. Thank you both for coming out and supporting,” she turns back to Daisy, “And happy belated birthday!”

“Thank you!” She beamed, before hesitating to hold out her hand with the program. “Could—could you please sign this?” Y/n quickly pocketed her phone, removing a sharpie from her bag, “of course. Anything for the birthday girl.” Taking the program, Y/n flipped to the page with her picture and information, scribbling a message saying, ‘Daisy, Shoot for the stars and go for the gold. Thank you for all your support. All the love, Y/n,’ with a little heart at the end. Closing it, Y/n handed it over to her just as Bob was pulling out his own phone.

“Do you mind? I know you must be on your way.”

“Oh not at all,” she said, motioning for Daisy to come closer, who politely asked, “Can I give you a hug?”

“Oh course!” Y/n opened her arms and Daisy fell into her embrace. They faced Bob, smiling at the camera and he took several photos before nodding, “perfect.” Daisy then requested a selfie, and Y/n was all too happy to say yes. Bob handed Daisy the phone who then handed it to Y/n who went, “oh you want me to take it? I’m not the best selfie taker but for you I shall.” Y/n flipped to the front camera and took several photos with Daisy. One nice one of them smiling and a few goofy faces, ending with a kissy face.

Y/n handed the phone over to Bob, but Daisy stopped them, “now you two!” Bob flushed, looking at Y/n to see she was just as suprised. He was silently embarrassed to say he too would have liked a photo, but it was getting late, the gymnast was obviously tired, and they had an early drive back home the next morning. He was due back to report on base on Monday after taking the last Thursday and Friday to take his sister to the trials. “Oh Daiz, it’s getting late. We don’t wanna hold Y/n up—.”

“C’mon, Bob,” she whined, “this way you can brag to your Navy buddies you met an Olympian. And not just any Olympian, you met Y/n L/n!” The insinuation had Bob slightly glare at his sister, finding it to be rude to say such a thing in front of the person they were referring to. He didn’t want Y/n to think it was for clout.

“Daisy—.”

“I don’t mind,” Y/n offered with a kind smile, butterflies erupting in when they made eye contact. Despite the aviator’s fears, Y/n wasn’t offended. In fact she found it amusing, wanting to do it for him. She could tell Bob was still unsure so she said, “If we do a selfie then it’s best for you to take it.” Bob gave a nervous laugh, but nodded and moved closer to Y/n. He was taller than her so Bob held the phone up higher than usual and at an angle.

After the photo Daisy insisted on taking one of them despite her brothers protest. Y/n chuckled at the banter, before pulling Bob to her and placing a hand on his back. Blushing, he put his arm around her shoulder. Daisy didn’t say how many photos she had taken, but judging by her thumb rapidly hitting the screen it was safe to say it was a lot. Feeling bold, Y/n looked up to Bob, “You know if you let me, I’d be happy to help you with the ultimate bragging rights?”

The man’s eyebrows raised, “what did you have in mind.” He wasn’t sure if he should be excited or scared by the look on Y/n’s face.

“It requires you to crouch down,” upon his wide eyes she quickly added, “I’m not gonna kiss you, but I will kiss your cheek if you let me.”

“Oh,” Bob couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but Y/n didn’t appear to be lying. “Oh—um.”

“If you’re not comfortable I totally understand.”

“No, no, no, i’m fine with that. It just threw me off for a second. But y-yeah, sure that’d be cool.” Y/n giggled, and motioned for him to bend to her level.

“Get that camera ready, Daisy.” The girl gave a thumbs up, and Y/n stood on her tippy toes while Bob hunched over so her lips were level with his cheek. She gently pressed a kiss to the skin, holding it there for a few seconds to make sure Daisy got the picture. Bob’s face was hot, obviously flustered by the contact but he managed to keep it together. Y/n was in the same boat, heart pumping at tad faster than usual. She pulled away, falling back onto her heels as Bob stood back straight.

“U-uh well thank you,” he laughed, adjusting the collar of his shirt with loopy grin. “That’s definitely the highlight of my year.”

Y/n giggled, stepping away and picking her backpack up. “Be sure to tag me if you post it,” her wink had Bob’s heart skip. His attraction to the Olympian was growing by the second, but Bob knew deep down nothing would come out of it. They were on two opposite spectrums. Y/n was a world class athlete about to compete on the worlds greatest sporting stage for the second time in just two months, while Bob was about to attend the prestigious Navy Fighter Weapon’s school. The thought of them possibly ever getting together, let alone a date, was a fantasy.

Bob snapped out of his thoughts, giving Y/n a nod, “I’ll make sure to.” He then looks to his sister briefly before back at Y/n. “Sorry for holding you up, but thank you so much for the photos and signing her program.”

“It’s a pleasure, really,” Y/n told him and Daisy when the girl thanked her after Bob, “Thank you both for coming out today again. I hope you have safe travels back home wherever you’re going. I’m so happy, Daisy, you had a wonderful time—good luck with your gymnastics. Maybe the roles will one day reverse, and I’ll be the one cheering you on from the stands,” It was evident Y/n’s words meant a lot to Daisy. The girl’s expression read a fire was beginning to ignite in her eyes. “ Oh and on that note…” Y/n removed one of the two armbands wrapped around each wrist. She’d had them since joining the Junior national team and wore them before and every meet. Almost like a good luck charm.

“This is for you, consider it my birthday gift to you. These armbands have served as a good luck charm for me, I’d like you to have one.” Daisy gasped, eyes wide as she took the band in her hand.

“But…if this is your good luck charm, shouldn’t you have it for the Olympics?”

Y/n raised her wrist with the matching band, “I still have this one to do the job.”

“What do you say, Daiz?” Bob said to his sister, who still appeared awestruck. He mouthed to the Olympian, ‘Thank you.’ Y/n gave a smile with a sly wink.

“Thank you,” Daisy finally breathed. “Thank you so so much. I’ll cherish it forever.” Y/n gave one last hug to Daisy before shaking Bob’s hand and waving goodbye to them as they went separate ways. “Good luck in Rio!” Daisy shouted after her, “Win the gold again for us!” Y/n gave the girl her word, feeling a slight sadness when she got to the parking lot where her parents were waiting for her.

“What took you so long, honey?”

“Oh I was talking with some supporters. They were really sweet and we just got carried away,” she explained before switching the conversation.

Though Y/n pushed aside her thoughts of the cute blue-eyed Bob as the days to Rio got closer, she sometimes thought of him and his sister. Y/n never wanted to let her supporters down. Some had been with her since her debut on the national team. Others were residents of her hometown, who’d known Y/n as a baby. Lots came after the London Games. Making the team for Rio was not just her dream, but the dream of the people who admired her. Wanting her to accomplish the impossible when it almost seems too good to be true. Letting them down would be something Y/n couldn’t forgive herself for. Y/n vowed to never let that happen.

And after the night of the trials, she felt that more than ever.

Read Part 2!

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Road to recovery- Part 1

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Lola's POV

Do you ever think why me? That's exactly what I'm thinking right now. I don't know what I did to deserve this I think I'm a good person I try to be nice to everyone I meet but now I'm starting to wonder why I even bothered.

My day started off exactly the same as it always does my alarm goes off at 7 and I get myself ready to go on a run. I'm usually gone for about an hour and half before I come back and shower and eat breakfast. Then I get on with some uni work for most of the day as I do my school work remotely to help fit it into my schedule. The like always training starts at 5 so I make sure to arrive at 4 as I like to get warmed up properly and work on some of my skills on my own.

As its competition season I have been spending a lot more of my time in the gym practicing my routines time and time again until they are perfect. My coaches are also trying to push my level so I also tirelessly work on new skills in hopes that they can be included in my routine at the next competition so my difficulty is increased. It’s hard work but I love it. Gymnastics has always been part of my life, I started when I was two in a class for babies but apparently I was always better than the rest so my parents were told to put me into a more advanced class. They did exactly that and ever since I've always been the youngest one in each class I was put in and then when I made a team for the first time I was still the youngest. I was called up to the youth Spanish team as soon as I was old enough and now I'm working towards my first olympics.

Today happened to be my last training session before my next competition which happens to be a pretty major one. Everything was going exactly to plan and like it always does I had managed to get a new skill on the bars and we worked it into my routine so now I have a bit more of an edge on my competition. After bars it was time for vault as that is my weakest rotation and my coaches want me to work on it before the Olympics as you can't have a weakness if you want to be competitive at the Olympics.

I did my usual vault a few times before trying a new variation with more twists. My a first attempt was a fail as I chickened out and didn't even do a proper vault. My second attempt was better but not great. My third attempt it went all wrong and I under rotated and came landing down really hard on one leg which twisted my knee awkwardly. I've had bad landings before but when I realised that I was in complete agony and my knee just felt off I knew it wasn't good. My coaches also knew straight away that something wasn't right as I alway get up right after a fall but instead I just laid there with an arm over my eyes to try and stop myself crying.

Everything after that happened so quickly I was taken by ambulance to the hospital where they ran so many tests. CTs, MRIs, ultrasounds you name it I'm sure they did it. That was the worst part as each time a new test was done I saw the doctors looking more and more concerned and no one would tell me anything no matter how much I begged. There's nothing worse than being cold, in pain and scared as you don't have a clue what's going on. Eventually someone came to tell me what was wrong and weirdly I kind of wish they hadn't as it wasn't what I wanted to hear at all.

"I'm afraid that you have a complete tear in your acl and a further injury in your meniscus which we can't know the extent of until we perform surgery" the doctor explained

"Wait that's bad isn't it how long will I be out for?" I asked

"I’m afraid you are looking at up to 9 months out" the doctor said

"No no I'm supposed to be going to the Olympics I can't be out for that long" I cried

"I'm afraid you will miss the olympics this injury has a long recovery time your surgery will be next Tuesday the 28th we will see you then" the doctor said before getting my discharge papers sorted and leaving

What did I do to deserve this.

Gavi's POV

The pain was instant. Straight away I knew something was wrong especially when I couldn't walk properly without being in complete agony. I didn't want to believe it so I tried to keep going but I just couldn't there was something seriously wrong. I'm not sure whether it was the pain or the possibility that I might not play again for a long time but I couldn't stop tears flowing down my face. The team and the coaches did their best to comfort me but it was no use it just felt like my world was crashing and burning around me.

Of course they sent me straight off to the hospital for tests as the physios at the stadium knew my injury was beyond their capabilities which didn't fill me with any hope whatsoever. No one wanted to talk to me as we traveled to the hospital so it was completely silent as I was thinking about how long I'll be away from football and how awful that will be. Even once we got to the hospital the doctors were just doing tests and not saying anything. Everyone was treating me like a child who wouldn't understand anything they said when really I'm not stupid they could just tell me what they are doing and what they think is wrong and I'd understand just fine.

"It looks like you have torn your acl we can't tell the full extent of the injury at the moment so you will have it have further tests back in Barcelona" the doctor explained

"It can't be it can't be I have to play what about the euros and the champions league" I sobbed

"I'm afraid you are going to have to miss those" the doctor said

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Since getting back home I haven't slept at all as my knee is still in a lot of pain and I can't stop thinking about how I won't play again this season. My agent came to drive me to my second set of tests and unlike yesterday when I just wanted someone to tell me what was up and that it would all be fine I didn't want to talk to anyone. They ran all of the same tests on me again presumably hoping to find a different outcome but let's be real it's never going to get better is it. Unlike yesterday everyone was fussing over me and making sure I was feeling ok which was just quite overwhelming when I wanted to just be left alone with my thoughts.

Yet again all of the results were discussed in the next room over without me but I could still see what was going on. Everyone in the room didn't look hopeful and there was a few people on the phone and writing things down which didn't seem like a good thing. At this point I've come to accept that I'm not going to be playing for a long time so I just want to get on with my recovery as I need something to do all of this sitting around and waiting is driving me crazy.

"So Gavi we are sorry to say that along with your acl tear you also have an associated injury to the meniscus which extends the recovery time so you are likely to be out for 7-9 months and you will need surgery which we have scheduled for next week on the 28th" the doctor told me

No one else had anything to say to me and I just wanted to go home so my agent drove me home then left me so I could think about why this had to happen to me.

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feeder86 · 2 years

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The Feeders’ Foreclosure

Scott perched himself against the doorframe, pumping his bicep and staring down at Macey with a flirtatious smile. He’d only agreed to an appointment with the physio so that he could have her hands running down his body, working his shoulders and back. All those oils being rubbed into his muscular body; she wouldn’t be able to resist climbing up onto that table with him. And she was so fucking hot, with those tits and pert, round butt, together with that tiny little waist. Scott’s mind raced with all of the dirty things he wanted to do with her. He listened to her speaking, imagining those pretty lips of hers sliding over his dick. He’d heard that she had been a gymnast before taking on physiotherapy and Scott had yet to come across a single girl with that sort of flexibility who wasn’t fucking awesome in bed.

“I heard about your brother getting signed up professionally,” Macey smiled, looking up at the big hunk of a football player. “You must be very proud.”

Scott nodded. When he’d first heard about his brother’s professional football contract, his immediate feelings had been of overwhelming jealousy. Now, however, he had come to realise that it was a pretty awesome way to pick up girls who might just have assumed him to be a simple dumb jock. If the brother had made it, why couldn’t he make it to the major football clubs too? “You heard about that, huh?” he smiled. “That’s going to be me too soon, you know? When they signed my brother up, they specifically said that they wanted to see me play as well. Sporting prowess is in our genes,” he boasted, filling his enormous chest with air. “Maybe you’d like to come for a drink with me this evening, while I’m still around…”

Macey smiled with a coy shyness that was most definitely an act. She knew how sexy she was and didn’t need validation. “Maybe…” she teased. “If you play your cards right…”

“I’ve never had a single complaint about how I play my cards…” Scott replied suggestively. “Say you’ll come for a drink with me,” he smiled.

Macey smiled, looking up at him with her big, expressive eyes. Then, slowly, she nodded.

Scott grinned. Now he was really looking forward to this massage! “Shall we get started then?” he smirked, already heading into one of the treatment rooms.

“You’re not with me today,” Macey replied, shaking her head. “They flew in some specialist to see to Matt and Nathan’s injuries, so he’s taking all the physio appointments today.”

“They flew in a specialist for Matt and Nathan?” Scott asked, horrified. Why the hell would they bother spending money on those two? He’d never understood why they were even on the team. Two grotesquely overweight guys, somehow keeping a spot warm on the bench each week. It was a fucking joke. Matt and Nathan couldn’t run for shit, let alone play a game of football.

Macey nodded, seeming to understand Scott’s thoughts exactly. “Don’t ask,” she chuckled. “I have no idea who makes these fucked-up decisions either. Apparently, the guy is very good though. He’s a proper massage therapist. But he’s costing a fortune. So, coach is trying to get everyone to see him while they’re having to pay him.”

“Well, fuck that,” Scott shot back. “If it’s not you massaging my back today, I don’t want to be bothered…” he grinned, daring to reach out his arm and stroke Macey forearm flirtatiously. The girl smiled and gazed up at him with those large, beautiful eyes of hers, knowing just how horny she made him.

Scott felt a firm hand land on his shoulder from behind him. He turned, feeling unimpressed that someone had cock-blocked him just when he was making progress with Macey. However, the sight that greeted him made him forget almost everything. The man standing there was a physical masterpiece; tall, built and handsome, he must have been an absolute legend with the ladies. Scott had spent years building up his physique, so he could definitely respect how much work the guy had put into creating the perfectly toned and chiselled body that was clearly evident under his tight polo shirt.

“I’m guessing you’re Scott?” the man asked, smiling broadly. “I believe you have an appointment with me right about now?”

Scott couldn’t quite describe the swirling bubble of emotions inside of him. He felt alert, intrigued, excited and terrified, all at the same time. His heart raced and his voice, when he finally spoke, showed signs of a slight quiver. “Yeah. Um… I think so. If you still have time?” he asked politely.

“I’ve always got time,” the man smiled, holding out his hand and seeming to grace Scott with the entirety of his attention. “My name is Dax.”

Scott took the man’s hand; taken immediately by surprise at how firm and commanding a handshake the man gave. “Nice to meet you,” he offered shyly. He realised as he said the words just how much he meant them. Something about this guy had overwhelmed him. He felt like he had just met someone very important; possibly the most important person he would ever meet in his entire life.

“Are you ready to get started?” Dax asked, sending his arms out in the direction of the little physio room down the corridor.

“Yeah, sure,” Scott nodded, already starting to walk down. By the time he remembered about Macey, he was in the room. He glanced back in the seconds before the door was closed, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Take a seat,” Dax suggested kindly, pointing to the massage table. “So, your coach tells me you’ve been experiencing some tightness in your shoulders after an injury last year?” Already his hands were out, exploring; those strong fingers working their way into Scott’s muscles for an initial assessment.

Scott sighed. Dax’s fingers felt like magic and he hadn’t even started yet. “Just a little,” he answered carelessly. He listened as Dax gave his initial impressions, before leaving in order for Scott to undress and get up on the table.

Standing up, Scott pulled off his shirt and pants, folding them neatly on the chair. Well accustomed to this sort of treatment, he pulled down his underwear, unsurprised but confused by the hardness that pounced out. His dick was hard; seriously hard; tingling with an excitement that he had never felt so extremely before. He’d been aroused when he was flirting with Macey, but not like this. Was it Dax? Another dude? Fuck! Was he getting hard over a dude? He slipped down onto the table, pulling his erection up so that Dax wouldn’t see it when he came back in. Then he reached behind him, awkwardly pulling the sheet over his lower half and then finally slipping his head into the small hole of the table. He lay there for what felt like minutes, wondering what Dax would think of his body. Would he think he was hot? Everyone else did. Six foot five and over two hundred and forty pounds of lean muscle. Why was the idea of Dax checking him out doing so much for him right now? He could feel the blood pumping even more ferociously to his groin and could hardly resist the urge to discreetly hump the table.

Scott heard the door open and his heart fluttered greatly. He listened as it closed and could sense Dax as he walked around to get the oils he needed, watching his large feet as they came into view.

“Don’t worry, buddy. We’ll sort you out in no time,” Dax offered cheerfully. “All you’ve got to do is just lie there and let me work my special way with you.”

Oily hands began roaming on Scott’s back. He felt their incredible strength and precision; masters at their art: more oil, more massaging and that sinking drift into relaxation. Scott had never felt so willing to let someone take control like this. He’d never been able to fully commit to the massage process like he did with Dax, right now.

“You’ve clearly been working hard at the gym,” Dax commented in his soothing voice. “I’ve got big hands and even I’m struggling to work around these huge shoulders of yours,” he chuckled.

Scott’s dick tingled with delight. He could almost imagine that Dax was flirting with him, and the idea of that seemed almost too much to bear.

“You seemed like you were pretty taken with the girl who works here. Macey, is it?” Dax asked.

“Oh… no,” Scott shot back. “She’s not really… not really my type,” he lied; knowing for certain that didn’t want to talk about Macey right now; a sudden urge to ensure that he didn’t seem in any way unavailable should the impossible happen and Dax try to flirt for real with him.

“So, what is your type then?” Dax asked. Perhaps he didn’t mean to sound so alluring, but the combination of the oils and touching, combined with that deep, smooth voice of his; Scott could feel his hardness starting to get sticky with arousal.

“Oh, you know…” Scott tried, attempting to seem noncommittal. “I don’t really have time to look for someone right now.”

“I understand that,” Dax agreed, working his hands down Scott’s back. “You’re a very busy boy. You need the right person to find you instead. Someone who can show you how to have a good time.”

“That’s exactly what I need…” Scott agreed as Dax’s fingers continued to send him into a deeper and deeper abyss of arousal.

“Life is about much more than just studying and working out in the gym. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Absolutely,” Scott breathed with a relaxing sigh. Right now, he didn’t want to ever move from right here, with Dax. “Saying that…” he began, suddenly feeling a spike of excitement as the idea of flirting back became all too much for Dax to ignore, “...you look like you work out even more than I do. Your arms are insane!”

“You need big strong arms to work all the knots out of strapping, pumped-up athletes like you,” Dax replied, by way of explanation for his incredible physique.

Scott jumped a little as he felt the sheet lower, exposing his butt.

“Relax,” Dax reminded him, taking a break to oil up his hands again. I can see you’ve got a little tension down here that I need to work on too.”

With that, Dax’s hands dove down onto one of Scott’s butt cheeks, working it with absolute precision. Scott could feel the strong fingers working smoothly over the surface, round and round, getting closer and closer to falling into his butt crack. The sensation was one of the most erotic he had ever experienced. He exhaled deeply until he caught himself moaning, loud and long. He closed his mouth, feeling slight embarrassment and wondering what on Earth Dax would be thinking of him. But as Dax carried on, now working the other butt cheek, Scott heard the moan of pleasure singing from his throat once more. This time, however, the keen groan was only stopped as a large bubble of gas seemed to manifest and rise up from his stomach, escaping effortlessly and noisily through his gaping mouth. The sensation startled him, and he jumped, mumbling an immediate apology to the beautiful man above him.

“Shh, just relax!” Dax simply reminded him, briefly rubbing his back before returning to work down on Scott’s glutes. “So, I hear you’ve got a brother who has just been picked up to play for the big leagues?” he asked in that ever calm and powerful voice of his.

Scott tried to respond as best he could, but his brain didn’t seem nearly sharp enough to hold a real conversation. He felt hot and watched as more than one bead of sweat rolled down his nose and pooled onto the floor below. It didn’t feel as easy to relax now. He still felt like there was gas in his stomach, finding it hard to escape.

“I’ll make a point of stopping by your brother’s club,” Dax stated at last, having extracted as much information as he could from Scott’s sluggish brain. “I like collecting sets. I assume you’re both quite similar in appearance? Tall, big shoulders, bubble butt?”

Scott frowned. Bubble butt? No one had ever referred to his rear as a bubble butt before. The term hardly seemed fitting. In Scott’s mind, a bubble butt was something oversized, rounded and doughy. But as those indignant thoughts raced through his brain, he suddenly felt the flutter a little chub on his rear, almost as if Dax himself was playing with it.

“If I’m honest with you, Scott,” Dax suddenly began. “Your coach asked me to have a little word with you today about diet and exercise. You see…” he sighed, clearly gazing down at Scott’s naked glutes, “...people have started to notice that you’re getting a little doughy back here.”

With that, he gave Scott’s butt cheek a very deliberate and surprisingly rough jiggle with the palm of his hand. The feeling was unlike anything Scott had ever experienced before. Perhaps it was because his muscles had been so relaxed, but he could detect an almost rippling effect as his butt literally wobbled under such physical scrutiny. He rolled up onto his side, noticing how damp and sweaty his entire body had become under the layers of all those oils being rubbed into his skin. He looked across at Dax, noticing for the first time that the guy had been massaging him under thin, perfectly sculpted and form fitting black gloves. “What?” he asked in alarm. “Coach thinks I’m..?” He couldn’t even bring himself to say it. The idea was preposterous to say the least.

Dax’s eyes slipped directly to Scott’s crotch, where the raging, pulsing boner had suddenly been uncovered by the spontaneous shift. His eyebrow rose and a slick smirk spread across his face. “Well, hello there!” he teased.

Scoot immediately sank back down onto his front, feeling utterly mortified. “Sorry!” he mumbled. “It’s just the massage. It sort of…” he stuttered, trying his best to manifest some sort of excuse in his brain.

“Shh! Don’t worry about it,” Dax offered in his calm, smooth voice; despite the almost obvious hint that he wanted to laugh. “I just want you to relax. That’s all.”

Scott felt his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, but still his hardness raged, hidden underneath him. He felt gas bubbling and he burped again, feeling like his body was betraying him in every single way.

“That’s it!” Dax encouraged him soothingly. “Let it all out and relax, Scott.”

Scott felt more oil being slapped on to his ass. He sensed it dribbling into his crack and pooling by his hole, which so desperately wanted to be caressed by Dax. The sheets underneath him were so sweaty and damp, he felt the expiration rolling down his back. The sense that he wasn’t quite in control of his body seemed to become more and more apparent to him. As Dax was telling him to relax, he felt like something was taking advantage of his inattention; like there was something he ought to be attending to. However, it was only when he felt his hips gyrating under him that he knew something was really off. There, in full view of Dax, he looked like he was physically humping the massage table for real.

Scott felt Dax’s gloved hands fly off his butt as soon as the movement began. He squinted his eyes and concentrated, trying his best to make his body stop, but he started to believe that he may have lost control entirely, for the motion just could not be halted. He cringed. The whole thing felt like the most terrible nightmare. He wondered what Dax must be thinking. How horrified he must be at the sight of a guy, so turned on, that he was physically incapable of refraining from stimulating himself.

Whatever reaction Scott had been expecting, Dax’s delighted chuckle had not been it. “My, my, my!” the guy declared in unmistakable amusement. “What a horny little piggy we have here today!” He slipped his hand back down onto Scott’s butt and finally allowed his fingers to travel down into the crack. Scott felt a purposeful finger rub against his hole, applying the most delicious pressure that allowed the pooled massage oil to slip inside his body. He moaned in pleasure, but the speed of his hip movements only seemed to increase. “Come on!” Dax suddenly ordered, tapping his butt as if he wanted Scott to remove himself from the massage table. “Come on, get up! Up, up!” he demanded bossily.

Scott slid his sweaty knee up, followed by the other one, then slowly lifted his arms and picked up his head. He felt tired and defeated, despite the odd vibrations and movements in his body. All the while, Dax continued to tap his butt, demanding something of him that Scott barely felt capable of. Almost in a panic, he put his foot down and felt the floor below him. He followed with the second foot, surprised at how heavy and lethargic his body felt, but eventually found he was able to walk backwards, away from the table. He looked at Dax, seeking some sort of explanation for what could be happening right now.

Dax grinned and almost seemed to coo at him. “Awh!” he grinned in mock sympathy. He opened one of his gloved palms and poured some of his massage oil onto it. He stepped closer, gazing with a look of pure mischief at Scott’s body. “Poor, little Scotty boy!” he teased, rubbing the oil onto his hands better and then slapping them both down on Scott’s stomach. It was the feeling that caught Scott off guard more than anything else; the way Dax’s hands seemed to be absorbed by his body. They sank into the flesh like nothing he had ever experienced before, and as he looked down, Scott could see why. A small paunch had appeared around his middle. Fat had developed, filling up his sides and smothering his abs entirely. As his hips rocked, he could feel blubber bouncing on his rear and the strange sensation of a double chin forming as he tried to look down at himself.

“What are you doing?” Scott tried to mumble. Even to himself he didn’t sound very clear. Dax’s hands were rubbing all over his torso; painting it with the massage oil. He felt like his body was in the tight grip of something entirely inescapable. Even in his confused state, he could tell that whatever it was Dax was applying to his skin was causing all of this to happen.

“Shh!” Dax whispered, placing an oily finger over Scott’s lips. “Don’t spoil the show by trying to talk, little piggy!” He kissed Scott on the top of his nose; a kiss completely devoid of affection, but merely a display of his dominance. Nonetheless, Scott’s body relaxed further, as he felt a wave of love wash over him and, in doing so, any remaining control he had over himself seemed to be pushed further and further away from him.

Dax took a step back, pulling off his gloves and throwing them onto the floor. Then he removed his shirt and sat back against the side of the massage table that Scott had once been laid out on. He smirked in a way that showed he was fully aware of how outstandingly beautiful his body was. He chuckled to himself at the way Scott couldn’t help gazing at him; hopelessly in love. Then Dax started kissing his large biceps and posing for the horny young athlete as his hips shook and the transformation of his body continued. Whatever was happening no longer needed Dax’s monitoring and stimulation. The man looked ready to simply enjoy the miracle of what he had begun.

Scott felt like his face was falling backwards. Even as he felt an alarming jiggle beginning to overcome his chest, it was the sensation of the fat filling his neck and puffing up his cheeks that he was most aware of.

“Just look at you!” Dax marvelled, in awe of his own genius. “Can you feel it?” he asked triumphantly. “Can you feel that fat little belly pushing out?”

It was hard for Scott to keep a focus on anything, but as he looked down, he could see the most shocking of bellies. He knew how aroused he was still, he could feel the ache of his concrete erection, and yet there was no sight of it below his newly built gut.

“I’m going to get every single one of you!” Dax declared. “All of your little pumped-up, arrogant football friends are going to feel what you’re experiencing right now.” He reached out to pick up the empty clothes Scott had neatly set out of the chair. He held in his hands Scott’s boxer shorts and he cooed as if he was holding up the most adorably tiny baby clothes. “Designer underwear!” he laughed. “Of course!” he mocked. “Such a shame you got so fat! You football boys always respond so well. I can already see that you’re going to be a whopper of a fatty!”

The sudden surge of growth in Scott’s stomach made him wince. There was a stretch, like his skin couldn’t keep up with the rapid expansion, and he moaned aloud. His gut felt like a lead weight and it was all he could do to stay upright and resist the urge to hunch over.

“And when I’m done here, I’m going to find your brother and do this to him too. Then I’ll take down the whole of his team. Your parents will have two, disgusting, grotesque fat boys for sons!” Dax declared. “I made a promise. A deal that I wouldn’t leave a single one of you repulsive boys out.”

Scott could barely hear a word that was being said. His hips were shaking with an almost ferocious force and he could feel his arms being pushed outwards as fat spread under his triceps and filled his chest. He could feel a mass starting to press down on his own erection but could barely comprehend that it was the blubbery and sweaty fat that was filling his groin. He simply watched Dax’s eyes dance with maniacal delight. The violence of his rocking body left him unable to think of anything else. All that oil on his skin had been built, layer by layer, sinking into his body until the power of it now gripped him completely, shaking him like a puny twig in the most brutal fashion; as if he had been horrifically overdosed by whatever power it was that was taking him in the most extreme way possible. Yet, all the while, Dax just sat, perched against the massage table, laughing with a wicked thrill.

Not long afterwards, the lights went out.

Scott seemed to get a sense of his surroundings. His breathing was calm and his heart was beating with a slow, relaxed pace. He found himself sat in the same waiting room he had been in earlier. He looked around and nearly wobbled off his chair, so much of his rear end seemed to be hanging over it. He body felt so alien, yet he knew it wasn’t. His enormous chest heaved and he found his hand naturally sat on a shelf of belly fat underneath it. His legs were spread wide and there was a cooler breeze under his tummy. He reached under and realised that the shirt he was wearing was about six inches short of covering his torso. The skin was so soft under there, almost fluffy. His whole body rippled with a surprisingly erotic wave as his finger stroked across the flesh.

Scott’s nose twitched. Had he been exercising? He raised his arm, not quite realising how much strength it would take, and tried to press his nose somewhere between his blubbery chest and enormous, puffy arms. The sweaty smell was coming from him. But, as he lowered his raised arm, he realised that there was something clutched in his left hand. A sugary, round little doughnut was sitting in his large hands, pinched by thick, sausage-like fingers. He felt his mouth fill with saliva as he stared at the glistening surface and smelt the sweet scent of it. He couldn’t remember having eaten many of these in his time, but he knew he had a big appetite. How else could he have grown to such enormous proportions over the years? He pressed it to his lips and took a bite; sighing with happiness as the delicious tastes melted onto his tongue.

Macey slipped around the corner and caught sight of him. Her face didn’t fill with brightness as it usually did. She seemed in something of a bad mood and her eyes fell straight to the doughnut in Scott’s hand. WIth a thrill of excitement, Scott remembered that she had agreed to go for a drink with him. Was that why he was still sat here? He tried to call out to her, but she just carried on walking like she hadn’t heard. Had she changed her mind? He’d never known her to be so… well, it was almost rude.

A large, muscular man strutted in next. Scott smiled, recognising his team mate, Pete; one of his best buddies, especially when it came to nights out.

“Pete! My man!” he called out chirpily. He might have got up to give him a fist pump, but for whatever reason, Scott didn’t seem too confident to get up right now.

Pete glanced at him and huffed, like he too was in a bad mood. He sat down and spread his thick, muscular legs wide, glancing around like he wasn’t really in the mood to chat.

Scott stared at his friend. In his mind, he had always assumed them both to be fairly similar. But as he looked at Pete now, with his strong, built chest and flat, strong stomach, he realised that there was actually an entire world of difference. “You okay?” Scott asked, wondering why everyone was so quiet with him today.

“I’m fine,” Pete snapped back. “I just don’t have time for this shit. You know we can’t have our summer social this year because they had to pay for this massage therapist to be flown in for you guys? I have no idea why you, Matt and Nathan are even on the team; you can’t run for shit! Why the fuck they want to spend this sort of cash on you is beyond me!”

Scott opened his mouth to protest, then stopped himself. It was true that the three of them, being the largest and most overweight on the team, had been the priority for the treatment. “At least you get a free massage out of it,” he tried.

“Hey, Macey!” Pete suddenly chirped, seeing the fit girl coming by again. It was like someone had pushed a coin into a slot machine, and Pete had burst into life. Watching on, Scott could see that Macey was exactly the same. Their bad moods seemed to have disappeared entirely. Pete was into her, Scott could tell. A little green monster of jealousy wriggled inside of him. Pete was so fit and athletic; so different to the almost five hundred pounds of complete obesity Scott was these days. He nibbled at the last bits of his doughnut as he saw Pete shamelessly checking out the girl’s sweet ass as she she walked away, swooning and biting his bottom lip in appreciation.

“Macey and I are going out for a drink together later,” Scott stated defensively, wanting to assert some sort of dominance.

Pete laughed, stopping only when he realised that Scott wasn’t kidding. “You’re making that up,” he sighed dismissively. “There’s no way a girl like Macey would ever…” His eyes roamed over Scott’s enormous stomach as the man pressed the remaining crumbs that had landed his oversized chest and belly shelf, back into his greedy mouth. “Fuck, man! Don’t you ever stop?” Pete growled in genuine annoyance.

Scott looked at him, shocked by the sudden outburst.

“You’re a fucking embarrassment!” he yelled. “Isn’t it enough that we have to watch you trying to waddle around on the pitch?”

“What’s your problem with me?” Scott asked, matching Pete’s sudden aggression.

“It’s just you!” Pete growled. “Look at the fucking state of you!”

“I thought we were buddies?” Scott asked.

“Why? What the fuck do I have in common with YOU?” he spat, like the idea of them being friends insulted him somehow. “Just quit the team and do us all a favour,” Pete finally declared, standing up like he was about to storm off.

“I hope I’m not interrupting?” came a polite, masculine voice from the side.

Pete turned and all of the anger in his face suddenly disappeared. “Um, no,” he mumbled, obviously a little embarrassed by his behaviour. He seemed star-stuck.

“I’m guessing you’re my next appointment? Peter?”

“Call me, Pete,” the athlete offered kindly, racing forward to shake the massage therapist’s hand.

“That’s a nice, firm handshake you’ve got there!” Dax smiled flirtatiously. “I think you and I are going to get along very well…”

Pete’s eyes sparked with delight. Scott felt like there was something he needed to say; something that was sat, waiting on the tip of his tongue. All the lust he felt for Dax came flooding into him. Yet, the memories of Dax and what had happened in that room were completely gone.

“Why don’t you go and get undressed and wait for me on the massage table?” Dax offered kindly, pointing a little way down the corridor. “I’ll join you in a second.”

Pete looked completely smitten as he nodded his head and began walking down the corridor. Now it was his turn to have his ass checked out like a piece of meat. Dax turned his head to the side and sucked in the air through his teeth in appreciation of it. Then he turned, looking straight at Scott with the most devilish of grins. He puckered his lips and kissed the air multiple times in an almost mocking taunt, before he turned back again, following his next client into the room.

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Dadrius Week Chapter 7: Adoption

“Never thought you’d be asking me for advice.”

Hunter padded towards the kitchen at Eda’s voice, rubbing his eyes with a yawn.

“Shhh, Hunter’s asleep right now,” Darius hissed.

Hunter almost spoke up to let them know he wasn’t, but Eda’s next words made his voice die in his throat.

“Yeah, yeah. And what exactly is it that you’re so desperate not to let him know about that you’d ask me to come by in the dead of night?”

Hunter pressed his back up against the wall, heart thudding in his chest.

“I need your advice on this. You’ve had experience with kids that aren’t your own. Here.”

There was a moment of silence from Eda. Then, “It’s a big decision. Do you think he’s ready for this?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you. It’s a step I’m willing to take, but I wanted to get an outside opinion on whether it’s one he’s ready for.”

What next step?

“Mmm.”

Hunter heard a sigh from Darius. “He’s in a transitionary stage in his life. Even without the coven system in place anymore, he’s at the age where we have to start thinking about his future. I had my mentor to coach me through it, and my parents, to some degree. I don’t exactly think the emperor who wanted him kept on a tight leash and put a sigil meant to kill him on the day of unity really helped him prepare in that regard.”

“And you want to be that person,” Eda finished, “You know, Darius, you don’t have to go through all these mental gymnastics to say that you care about him.”

“I am not going to be lectured by the woman who called her eight-year-old her roommate.”

“Fair enough.”

Hunter backed away from the kitchen, blood roaring in his ears. He trudged back up to his room, numb.

Next step?

Transitionary stage?

My future?

“He’s going to kick me out of the house,” Hunter whispered.

“What?!” Flapjack chirped.

“Making sure I had the right outfits, teaching me how to cook and sew—he’s making sure I learn how to function before he kicks me out!”

“Just got here!”

Hunter ran a hand through his hair. “I mean, he bought all those clothes, and we had a really awkward first day, and I woke him up screaming, it’s not surprising he decided this wasn’t a good idea after all. Ms. Noceda wasn’t going to kick me out. Maybe Darius decided it was time he stepped in. I mean, I’m seventeen now—”

“Still a kid!”

“Yeah, but right around now is when I’d join a coven, with the way things were. Look at going to a specific track school, look at getting a job in one of the covens…”

“What next?”

Hunter shook his head, stomach roiling. “I don’t know. Could always move back to Hexside.”

“Not a house.”

“Luz offered to let me stay at the owl house, back when we were in Belos’ mind. I don’t know if that still stands, since I found another house, but…” Hunter opened the window, tossing a few outfits and his toothbrush back in his travel bag.

So much for having a closet of my own, and not keeping my clothes in a duffle bag under my bed.

How much of that speech was a lie?

“Do you think Eda will let me stay? I mean, I don’t know if she was agreeing with Darius down there. Maybe if I help her around the house? Or go out on bounty hunting jobs so I can pay rent? We’ll figure it out.” Hunter swung one leg out the window, bag over his shoulder. “Come on. We’re leaving.”

Xxx

Luz blinked. “You think he’s kicking you out?!”

Hunter nodded glumly, his knees pulled up to his chest. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Luz hissed in. “I mean… that does sound like a lot of the words they use in the human realm when they’re talking about college, and moving out. But I just guess I don’t get why he’d ask Eda for advice! She hasn’t even THOUGHT about asking King or I to leave!”

“What else would they be talking about?”

“I don’t know.” Luz shook her head. “Kinda funny, though, that he went to Eda for advice on how to prepare you to survive out there and then you came to me for advice on how to stop him from making you leave. Net zero advice.”

“I’m not here for advice. I mean—not like that.” Hunter sighed. “I don’t… if he wants to kick me out, I don’t want to stay there. I don’t want to be in his house if he doesn’t want me there. I just… don’t know where to go.”

“You could always move back in with my mom?”

“After I moved out literally just a couple of weeks ago? I said ‘okay, thanks for all the help, bye,’ and then go back? That feels… wrong.

“Alright, alright.”

“I just need a temporary place to crash. I’ll figure something out, I just want to be sure I have somewhere to go while I figure out what to do next.”

“I don’t think Darius would just throw you out out of the blue, it sounds like he’s planning on helping you figure out where to go.”

“Maybe. But… just in case.”

“Okay,” Luz said softly, “Just in case.”

Xxx

Darius knocked on Hunter’s door. “Hunter? I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”

No answer.

“Hunter? Look, I know I said you should consider sleeping in more often, but eleven is a little bit…” Darius opened the door. “…late.”

The bed was empty.

The window was open.

“No.” Darius bolted for the window, looking around for any sign of Hunter.

Not again.

Darius practically threw the raven phone out the window. “Eber.”

It flew off, then the line clicked. “Eber, I need you here now, Hunter’s missing.”

The phone hung up, and Darius paced back and forth.

He would have told me if he were just going somewhere.

He wouldn’t just run off.

What happened to him?!

Eber’s ratworm slithered up, and Eber’s eyes immediately glowed. The demon followed a trail only he could see, Darius on his heels. Finally, Eber came to a stop in front of the Owl House, pointing, and Darius paced in front of the door.

“Why wouldn’t he just TELL me if he were coming here?!” he demanded.

The house demon followed him back and forth. “Oooo, are we doing a workout? I’ll help keep you on track! One and two, and one and two, and one and two and tuuuuuuurn…”

Darius grabbed the house demon’s face. “Is Hunter inside?”

“Yep!”

“Can you ask him to come out?”

“Depends! Why?!”

Darius let go of him, taking a deep breath and smoothing his shirt. “I just want to talk to him.”

“Mmmmmmmokay.”

Hooty snaked around, slamming his face through a window. “HUNTER!”

Darius heard a muffled shriek, and Hooty recoiled from the window. “Ow.”

Yep. He’s in there.

Hunter’s head poked out of the window, and even at the distance, Darius could see his face drop. Then his face disappeared, and Luz’s replaced it.

“Is he in trouble?” she yelled down

Darius pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh, titan preserve me. A little,” he yelled back up, “Just for giving me a heart attack.”

“What are you going to do?”

Darius threw his arms up. “I don’t know! Tell him not to do it again? Titan, can I just talk to him, instead of this proxy nonsense?!”

“Only if you promise not to hurt him!”

Oh.

Darius held one hand up, as if taking an oath. “I won’t hurt him,” he said softly, “I swear on my life.”

The window closed, and after a few moments, the door opened, just a crack, Hunter’s face in that space. “Are you mad?”

“I thought someone had kidnapped you! What could have possibly possessed you to run off?! Climbing out the window?!”

“I—I heard you talking to Eda.”

Darius blinked.

I guess that answers the ‘is he ready for this’ question.

“And?” he asked.

“A-are you kicking me out?”

Xxx

Darius just stared at Hunter for a long moment. Then he started laughing.

Hunter drew back from the door. “What? What’s so funny?”

“That’s what you got from that?! Little prince, you just moved in!”

“Told you,” Flapjack chirped from Hunter’s hair.

“W-well, what was it about, then?!” Hunter sputtered.

Darius straightened up, and drew a circle. A pack of papers fell into his hand, and he held them out. Hunter reached out the door and snaked the papers through the doorway.

Adoption

Darius Deamonne

Hunter (Last Name Unknown).

Darius shrugged, as if it were no big deal, despite the fact that he was watching Hunter like a hawk. “I thought it would make the legal side of things easier. For schools, and medical visits, and permission slips, they tend to make things difficult if you’re not—”

Hunter sat down on the couch with a whump, the papers shaking in his hands. Darius finally pushed the door the rest of the way open and came in next to him, wrinkling his nose at the couch and sitting down gingerly.

“You don’t… have to say yes. It needs your signature, too, not just mine. I know that…” Darius waved a hand, not continuing his sentence for a few moments before taking a deep breath. “Putting your life in someone else’s hands may not be something you want to do again,” he said finally, “Not after the last person… If you sign this, ahhh, it does give me some legal control over certain aspects of your life, at least until you’re a legal adult.”

“Oh,” Hunter said softly.

“Listen. I promise I won’t exercise any of that control without discussing it with you first. I think you’re more than capable of making most of your own decisions. I may step in if I truly think you are making a decision that will negatively impact your health, and obviously, if you’re incapacitated, then I will assume medical directive. But by and large, I’ll leave your decisions, well, yours.”

Darius scratched the back of his neck. “My mentor… he helped me figure out a lot. Who I wanted to be, what I wanted to do, how to get there. Even if you don’t sign these papers, I… I want to help you with that. You’re already living with me, this would just… make it official. If you want it to be.”

“Do… you want it to be official?”

Darius snorted. “I didn’t go through all the trouble of setting up a space for you and getting all the paperwork done for nothing.”

Eda elbowed him in the head as she passed.

He glared. “Ow, Edalyn!”

“From one jaded, closed-off rebel to another? Quit hiding behind twelve layers of grouch.”

She moved on, and Darius took a deep breath. “Yes,” he said, “Yes, I do want it to be official. I want you to stay in my house, and cook with me, and have sports matches and teacher meetings for me to go to. I want to be part of your life in a way I should have been back at the coven. If you’ll let me. And if you don’t want to take my last name, or call me dad, of course, that’s fine, I’m not—”

Hunter grabbed a pen, scrawling his name on the line.

Hunter.

He lifted the pen, tapped it against his chin as he looked at the blank space after his first name.

Deamonne, he added.

Xxx

Darius blinked at the signature, relief sweeping over him. “You’re sure?”

Hunter twisted the pen around in his fingers. “When I thought… when I thought you were kicking me out, I felt… really bad. And I thought it was just because I’d be out of a house before I was ready, but then Luz said I could stay at the owl house, and… I still felt sick. Because it wasn’t just that it was about finding a place to stay, I wanted to stay with you.”

Darius opened and closed his mouth, speechless. “Oh,” he said finally, “Okay.” He cleared his throat. “About today—”

“I’m sorry for running off. If I’d just waited and listened, we could have avoided all of this.”

“You worried me. A lot. It was like… when my mentor disappeared, all over again.”

“Sorry,” Hunter repeated.

Darius bonked his head lightly. “Just don’t disappear on me again?”

“Okay. Promise”

There was a loud pop from behind them, and Hunter jumped about a foot in the air. Darius’ head whipped around, and he spotted Eda behind the couch with a foaming bottle of apple blood.

“Congrats!”

Darius rested his arm around Hunter’s shoulders. “Easy, just a bottle. Edalyn, he can’t drink that!”

“No, but you can. Congrats on being a parent! And congrats on your first child-caused heart attack! May you have many more!”

“I would prefer not to,” Darius muttered, but accepted the glass she handed him.

Luz emerged from the kitchen and tossed Hunter a juice box, raising her own. “Hey, nice new name. I’m going to write the whole thing on ALL your birthday cards, Mr. Deamonne.”

Darius leaned back against the couch. “Hey, I’m Mr. Deamonne.” He wrinkled his nose at Hunter. “I’m relatively certain that me being your official guardian means that all of your friends have to call me that.” He downed the apple blood and scooped up the adoption papers, thumping them against the table to straighten them out. “Why don’t we go finalize this, huh?”

Hunter nodded. “Last step. Not too late to back out, Darius.”

Darius shrugged, tucking the papers away. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

This isn’t a choice I think I’ll ever regret making.

#toh #dadrius week 2022 #day 7: adoption #the owl house #dadrius #darius deamonne #toh hunter #toh fanfiction #my writing

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AMIGAS Y CHISME PODCAST

pairing: rutger mcgroarty x cami flores

notes: WELCOME TO MY NEW AU! pls do not think about the timeline of things described in this!! I am aware it might not make sense!! like always, please excuse any errors or inaccuracies.

cami & rut

Cami was in Los Angeles for the week which meant meeting up and working with all of her internet friends. She was most excited to meet with her friend Angie, who had her podcast, Amigas y Chisme, and wanted to record an episode with her. Cami loved talking to all who would listen to her, so agreeing to go on the podcast was an easy yes.

“Hi, guys! Welcome or welcome back to Amigas y Chisme! I’m Angie and today I’m joined by a special guest, the amazing, talented Camila Sofia Flores,” Angie says with excitement.

“Oh, full name. Wow,” Cami says laughing. “Hi, guys! This has been a long time coming.”

“I know! You’ve gotta come out to L.A. more often.”

“Girl, I’ve got school. I think you forgot we didn’t all drop everything to move to the City of Angels,” she says, slightly mocking Angie.

“Bitch,” Angie responds, not taking offense at all. “But speaking of school, how is that? I barely graduated high school so I have no idea what college life is like.”

“Well, for those who don’t know, I’m a film major at the University of Michigan. But yeah, so far it’s been really good. I feel like I’m thriving over there.”

“Yeah, I wanted to bring that up. Why Michigan? I know you’re from Texas, so why not stay close to home? Cause I know Santi, your older brother, stayed in Texas.”

“Michigan wasn’t even on my radar if I’m being honest. But then I saw a clip of their gymnastics team and was like ‘Oh. I didn’t know they had all this.’ So I checked them out and eventually fell in love.

“And I knew that moving so far away would give me an independence that I never would have gotten if I stayed in Texas. It would've been like a fresh start. But I wasn’t completely alone. Lina, my bestest friend ever, is also at Michigan, we’re doing gymnastics together. I wouldn’t have been so confident in moving to Michigan if it weren’t for her.”

“Oh my god. I was also gonna bring up your whole gymnastics thing. How did that become your sport? I feel like I’m asking you all the things I should have asked you when we first became friends,” Angie says laughing.

“My mom put me in gymnastics when I was like 3 or 4. I was just a kid who was always tumbling and doing little flips on the couch so she looked up a gym near us. But I also started soccer when I was like 7, so I was just doing both and I loved it. But my gymnastics coach said I could have a lot of potential if I really put all my time and energy into it, so my mom made the choice to take me off my little youth soccer team and took me to a bigger, more serious gymnastics training center.”

“Oh, wow. I had no idea you started that young,” Angie says.

“Yeah, that coach told my mom that because I had an early start I could grow up to be good.”

“And it sure did. I have this list of your accomplishments that I will now be reading,” she says, clearing her throat. Cami starts laughing and covering her face, growing slightly red. “You were a three-time regional beam champion and a two-time regional floor champion. You were the regional champion on the vault and in the all-around. You won the state championship on the vault, beam, and floor twice.

“Now I don’t know what any of that means but I said the word champion a couple of times, so I know you’re good. Girl, you should be in the Olympics.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m that good. Even if I was, I don’t think I’d be able to handle that pressure.”

“Hmm, I think your mom would disagree,” Angie says laughing.

“Stop. Have you been talking to my mom? Dude I swear she thinks I’m the best gymnast in the world,” Cami replies. “I don’t know how she had time to come to many of my meets. All her other kids are in sports too.”

“That’s where I think your mom went right. Like I wish my mom put me in a sport when I was little. Maybe then I’d actually be doing something with my life,” Angie jokes.

“No, stop. Don’t even say that. I’m technically doing the same thing as you.” “And how did your mom react to that? Did you like ask her before you started posting or let her find out after?”

“Um, I definitely let her find out after I already posted a couple of videos,” Cami says laughing. “But it was very early on like I only had a couple thousand subscribers at the time and I was still in high school. She was very against it at the start. She was worried about my safety and was bringing up like every worst-case scenario. But I eventually got her to chill out and now she loves it. She loves being in the videos and even has her own TikTok now.”

“I see her videos all the time and I eat them up every single time. How did the rest of your family react?”

“My dad never really cared. Well, it wasn’t like he didn’t care, he just wasn’t as against it as my mom was. My dad’s always been that way, ‘As long as you’re safe and happy, I’m happy.’ Um, Santi didn’t care at the start but now he’s always like ‘I’m never in the videos anymore, my fans miss me.’ I always assure him that absolutely no one is missing him. And then the rest of my siblings were like ‘Okay?’ They didn’t care and weren’t interested in being in the videos at first. Except Cely. She’s always wanted to be in the videos, so I’m always taking her places with me.”

After reading the sponsors, Angie wants to find out more about Cami’s life in Michigan.

“So, as you know, I am all about the Chisme. I mean I created a whole podcast just so I can have an outlet for it. I am now going to ask you some questions and the goal of these questions is to try and get all the chisme out of you. Some are easy to answer and some might be more personal. Are you ready?”

“Damn, ok. Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Okay, first question. Are you in a relationship?” she asks with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, I am,” Cami responds, already growing red.

“Please, tell us more. What’s his name? How did you meet? How did you get together? What’s he like? Please tell us all the details,” Angie says enthusiastically.

“You’re so annoying,” she replies laughing. “But, since you wanted to know so bad. His name is Rutger. [i made this next part up, don’t read too much into it :)] Um, we met on a random college tour. We were in different groups and passed by each other several times. We just walked past, gave each other a little smile but that was it. But then we ran into each other again in a dining hall. I got a closer look at him and thought he was cute but I was like whatever. I was with my mom and my sister and they went to get food so I was alone at a table. I was on my phone texting Lina cause she was going on the same tour later in the month.

“I remember I had just sent her a text when someone approached me and said hi. Surprise, surprise; it was Rut. I could tell he was nervous cause he kept messing with his hair and kept looking back at his table of friends. I was like ‘Hi?’ and he jumped straight into the small talk and asked me what I thought of the school. I remember we talked for a little bit and then suddenly he was like ‘I’m Rutger by the way.’ I introduced myself and he asked for my Insta. Now, I was a little hesitant to give it to him, cause I only had one account and it was the one connected to my YouTube. So he was gonna be able to see that I was verified and had all these followers and for some reason that was so embarrassing to me. But I sucked it up and gave it to him. We followed each other and then he said he had to go. And that was it.”

“Aww, that’s kinda cute,” Angie comments. “What did he think of your Instagram and YouTube?”

“He told me that he liked that I had it because it allowed him to learn more about me and my personality.”

“So how did you two get together?” “Well, he DM’d me the next day. And then from there, we talked like every day. We didn’t meet up again until a couple of months later during my spring break. He flew to Texas and asked me to be his girlfriend. He met my entire family, but he wasn’t nervous at all.” “Wait he flew to Texas, solely to ask you to be his girlfriend? Cami that is so fucking cute.”

“Well, yeah,” Cami says laughing. “He kept saying he wanted to see me again, so I told him to come. But when he got to Texas my parents were like ‘If you go out, take one of the kids with you.’” “So they wanted you guys to have a chaperone?”

“Yeah, kind of. We always took Emily cause she was too young to care.”

“Aww, love her. She’s the cutest thing ever. Okay, next question. What does a typical day in your life look like?”

“Ooh. Um, it’s different every day. I’m a morning person so I gladly wake up at 6:30. I wake up and then I usually go to the gym. It’s either the gym or Pilates. I’ve been going to Pilates for a long time now. Um, then I go back home and get some work done before practice. Practice is usually in the morning. My classes are usually in the afternoon or the evening. So I have the rest of the time to relax and hang out with friends and Rutger,” she adds with a cheeky smile.

“Okay, all I got from that is that I could never be an athlete. I hate working out.”

“Oh, not me. It just makes me feel really good. And it gives me something to do,” Cami adds with a laugh.

“Okay, this last question is unrelated to your life in Michigan, but more for my own curiosity. Who is your favorite sibling?”

“Now why would you ask me that?” she asks after a moment of silence.

“Hey, now. Don’t go questioning my interview skills. Answer the question,” she says with a smirk.

“Ugh, whatever. I don’t have one favorite, I have two: Gabi and Cely. But it’s okay cause Chente is Santi’s favorite and Emily is the youngest so she’s my parents’ favorite.” “Okay, I expected Cely cause obviously, but Gabi too? Really? Wow.” “Yeah. You would expect him to be like ‘I’m too cool for you now’ but he was never like that. He still likes going out with me on random errands. And Cely’s always been like that. They’re both my little buddies.”

“Oh wow. And that concludes this portion of our video. Everyone give it up for Cami. Whoo!” she says, clapping. “Before we go, we have to do something very important. As you know, you guys can call in and leave messages for us to listen to and we asked you guys to ask Cami for any advice you think she could give you. Let’s play the first message!”

A recording starts playing: “Hi Angie! Hi Cami! My name is Brisa and I’m a huge fan of you guys, I’ve been watching you for years. The thing I need advice from Cami on is how to convince my Mexican parents to let me go to college out of state. I live in Idaho but my dream school is Stanford. I know you moved from home to go to college and I was wondering how you went about it. At this point, anything helps. Thanks, love you guys!”

“Hi Brisa! What I did was I convinced one parent at a time. I knew my dad would be more open to the idea, so I tried convincing him first because then I already had someone on my side when I talked to my mom. I say pick your battles. Do your research. Have a plan for every little thing because most of the time they will question everything. But I also think I wasn’t like most cases. I went up to my mom and said ‘Look, you’re the one that signed me up for gymnastics and you’re the one that wanted me to be the best. Michigan is going to help me succeed.’ Also, tell your parents that Stanford is a stone's throw away from Idaho. Tell them it could be worse, California is closer than, like, New York or something.” “Okay, so what I got from that is guilt trip your parents,” Angie jokes.

“I mean if that’s what it takes,” Cami says, shrugging.

“Thank you, Brisa for submitting a message! Let’s play the second one.” The second recording starts playing: “Oh my god! Hi, amigas! I’m such a big fan of both of you. I’m Jackie and I am looking for relationship advice. My boyfriend and I are going through a rough patch right now and I guess I just wanted to ask how you and your boyfriend find time for each other and keep the relationship steady. We’re both really busy with school and he’s an athlete so we were considering if taking a break was the best thing right now. Any advice helps! Thanks, amigas, love you. Bye!”

“Hi, Jackie! I’m sorry you guys are going through that right now. First of all, I know everyone says this but it’s true, communicate. You guys need to be able to communicate how you’re feeling to each other without any judgment. I know how busy both your schedules can get but try your best to carve out that time to spend with each other. Show your support to each other. He needs to make sure that he’s showing you he cares about you and what you’re going through and you have to do the same to him. But I think taking a break can be healthy if it's done right. As long as you communicate and set your boundaries, you don’t have to be scared of taking a break. It shows your maturity as a couple that you recognized that maybe a little separation can do you some good. I hope you both figure this out and come out of this stronger than ever,” Cami finishes, throwing out a little heart to the camera.

“Thank you so much Brisa and Jackie for sending your messages. I hope Cami was able to help you guys out. But that is all we have for you today. Cami, thank you so much for joining me today. It was so much fun and I can’t wait for you to be back again.” “Thank you for having me! Next time you have to come to Michigan.” “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” she jokes. “Ok guys, I’ll see you next week. Go subscribe and follow all of Cami’s socials. I love you guys, bye!”

“Bye guys,” Cami says, giving the camera a wave.

#— cami&rut au #rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty x cami flores #rutger mcgroarty fic

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im constantly brainrotting about the counselors & I keep coming back to one question - what sports would each of the counselors play? thoughts??

Oooo this is a fun ask:

Jacob - Football and Lacrosse. I knew so many football players that would play either lacrosse or baseball in the off season, and I just think Jacob fits the bill. He reminds me a little bit of the lacrosse players I knew (derogatory, even though I love him), so I’m leaning toward lacrosse for him more than baseball.

Emma - Volleyball and kickboxing. As someone who used to play volleyball, she just reminds me of some of the girls I’d play with (affectionately). I like the idea that she had some pent up aggression from some stuff going on in high school, and decided she needed to join some sports where she got to hit something as hard as she could. And based on how hard she can rock Jacob’s shit in game…

Nick - Baseball. I just think he has the body of a baseball player. That is all.

Kaitlyn - Gymnastics and/or skeet shooting. Similar to Nick, I think she just has the physical build to be a gymnast (short and ripped). I could also see her shooting capabilities in game being explained by participating in a sport like skeet shooting.

Dylan - Hockey. The only reason I head canon this is because his actor mentioned playing hockey growing up, and my immediate thought was, “Yeah, you look like someone who used to play hockey.” I think he’d have been the goalie to avoid ‘running.’ I could also see him doing chess team and being like, “Um, actually 🤓👆... chess is technically a sport,” like a dweeb.

Abi - I don’t really see Abi playing a sport in high school/middle school—maybe marching band. But I do think she was forced to play soccer by her parents when she younger, and now she HATES soccer.

Ryan - Swimming or track. Similar to Abi, I didn’t really see Ryan being super sporty, but I could see him maybe getting into something with a lot of cardio to take his mind off of the familial stress he was dealing with growing up.

Laura - Basketball and/or softball. I could see Laura doing both or either, honestly. Maybe softball when she was younger (I could see her being a prodigy pitcher), then she got a bad coach that made her end up hating it. She quit and transitioned to basketball in high school. She wasn’t as naturally gifted with it as she was with softball, but she was always the one the coaches sent in to rattle the other team. The ‘enforcer,’ if you will.

Max - Bowling. Look me in my eyes and tell me this man wouldn’t have been captain of his high school bowling team or some shit. You can’t.

#the quarry

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cryscendo · 4 months

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For the drabble game! Kurt, au: sports!au (gymnastics), trope: exes, prompt: “sometimes, i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different.” :)

thank you so much for the request, this was so much fun to write. i decided to make this kurtbastian bc i’ve never wrote that ship before and you gave me some freedom with the ship choice. sorry if this is ooc at all, i tried my best <3 i decided to go about this as gymnast!kurt and coach!sebastian. it makes more sense in context i promise

Word Count: 823

Fic can be read under the cut!

“Porcelain, take a break! You’re useless if all you're gonna do is fall on your ass every time you try to swing on the bars. Give yourself ten then be back on the high beam.”

Thank god, Kurt thought. He had been working with Coach Sylvester for awhile now, and though his routine has improved for it, his sanity is certainly taking a toll. She pushed him in ways that no other coach had prior.

Well, aside from one.

He attempted to dust the chalk off his hands, — though he admittedly was just making small puffs of dust clouds, — before reaching for his water bottle. He had been a practicing gymnast for close to fifteen years, and these days he’s starting to feel those years wear on him more and more.

“Damn, Hummel, you look like you’ve been going through it. That new coach of yours really rides your ass, huh?”

He recognized the voice immediately. He wished he could be surprised by the other’s presence, but given as they frequently occupy the same training facility, it wasn’t all too much of a shock. With a sigh, he turns and faces the owner of the voice.

“What do you want, Sebastian?” Kurt took a sip of his water as he took in the man before him. Sebastian looked largely the same that he always had. Then again, they are forced into relative proximity with enough frequency that he could never possibly forget how he looks. Sebastian looked at Kurt with that same smirk that always agitated him when they were together.

“Who says I want anything? I have a trainee I’m working with, but she seems to be running a bit late. I guess not everyone is as punctual as you are, Kurt.” Kurt scoffs in annoyance, looking anywhere but at the other man. At Kurt’s lack of response, Sebastian continued on. “You seem exhausted, how about you come have a seat in the bleachers with me for a bit?”

“I really don’t think that’s a good-”

“Just for a few minutes. C’mon, we can be nice.” Despite everything in Kurt telling him that spending any period of time with Sebastian was a bad idea, he decided to silence that part of him. There was not much that the man could do in ten minutes. And besides, Kurt could admit, if only to himself, that he missed Sebastian.

They sat in silence at the bleachers for only a moment before Sebastian spoke up again. “So Sue Sylvester is your coach now, huh? Makes you seem like quite the masochist.”

“My routine is better for it. I’m at the best I’ve ever been.” That much was true. There was hardly a gymnast in the state that could outpace him.

“You didn’t seem to appreciate being pushed back when I was the one doing it.”

“You were different,” Kurt insisted, finally looking Sebastian in the eyes as he spoke. “Sure, Coach Sylvester puts me through hell, but there’s no emotional attachment there.” Sebastian should know that it was always different with him. It was largely Kurt’s fault, he should’ve never gotten involved with his coach. But of course, hindsight is always twenty-twenty. “You were my coach when I needed my boyfriend and my boyfriend almost never. Can you see how that maybe fucked me up?” Kurt let out a sigh, shaking his head. “As dumb as it sounds, sometimes, I sit in bed and wonder what would’ve happened if things were different.”

Sebastian looked at him coolly and that in itself frustrated Kurt even more. Then, he let out a small huff of a laugh, but there was hardly any humor in it. “You have no idea what my intentions were. And you’re right, that does sound dumb. There’s nothing you get out of dwelling on the past.” The look on Kurt’s face turned into one of confusion. Sebastian elaborated further. “Kurt, you were great. But I knew you could be incredible. So my methods are unconventional, I’ll admit that. Made you tougher, though. Sounds like a pretty good deal, don’t you think? So in a way, I don’t feel too bad about pushing you.”

Kurt seemed at a loss of what to say for a moment. He was trying to conjure up what to say in reply to all that. But before he had the chance, his coach was calling out to him. “Porcelain, you got one minute!”

Kurt wasted no time in standing up. “Goodbye, Sebastian.”

“Kurt, wait.”

Kurt stopped midway down the bleachers and looked back at Sebastian, an eyebrow raised. Sebastian spoke up again. “Why don’t we get coffee again sometime soon?”

At this, Kurt gave a small smile. With a shrug, he continued back down the bleachers, but not before giving one final reply. “Maybe after I win my next gold medal. I mean you said it yourself, I’m already great. I figured you’d want to see me be incredible.”

#glee #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #kurtbastian #prompt fill #my fic #my stuff #backslashdelta #i have abandoned the idea of these being under 500 words im just not built for that #i hope you like! i wanted to try something different but i may have dropped the ball a bit idk

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new interview with gelya!

showing she graduated from the A.M. school of diplomacy

But after Biles’ gold at the World Championships, head coach of the Russian national team Valentina Rodionenko said that it was scary to look at her and it was a disgrace. So you don't agree with her?

Yes, I can’t agree. Firstly, Simone is one of the strongest and unique gymnasts of our time, she probably won everything she could. Yes, her gymnastics is not as aesthetic and not as beautiful lines, but you can respect her and admire the complexity of her programs. She managed to turn the world of artistic gymnastics upside down. Valentina Alexandrovna does not like her gymnastics from an aesthetic point of view. Our Russian gymnast was always about aesthetics, and the American one was more athletic, but this is also gymnastics!

perspectives about training

I’m definitely not thinking about retiring from my career; I haven’t done much in gymnastics. I am now performing to the best of my ability in Russian tournaments, while I am still training.

I don’t have a specific time when I want to end my career. I love gymnastics. I will train until the last minute, as long as my schedule allows, because my life does not end in gymnastics, I am developing in other areas too. But I don’t plan to abruptly end my career in gymnastics. I’ll definitely be performing for two or three more years, and then we’ll see.

The format of my training has now completely changed. Previously, I sat in the gym endlessly, but now I have developed the professionalism that I can prepare for competitions in two months and then rest. I have found a training format that suits me and I can live with it, live calmly, and combine a lot of things. I think I can hold out like this for a long time.

But now there are also a lot of students in Olympic reserve schools. After my victory with the boys (mistranslation I assume?) in Tokyo 2020, artistic gymnastics received a new round of popularity, which I am very happy about. The number of children who have chosen this sport has increased manyfold.

#<333 #angelina melnikova

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cdkeigna · 2 years

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Doing Gymnastics: SOUTH TERANO X BLACK READER [Part Two]

Read Part One here

Relationship: South Terano X Black Reader (afab, uses any pronouns)

CW: NSFW, smut, porn with plot, jealousy, fucking, cussing, praise kink, raw sex, oral sex, rough sex, mirror sex, shower sex, size kink, public, kink, breeding kink, pet names, belly bulge, fingering, tears, groping, choking, hair pulling, biting, handjob, over-stimulation, edging, soft/hard dom, choking, scratching, dirty talks, multiple sex positions, eye contact.

A/N: HEYYY IM BACK 🤭 I been gone for so long actually 😭 But here I am with a new South fic 😁🫶🏾 I just had to make a part two bro, the first one was sooooo good !!! Made me feel a lil… y’know… KinKY 👀😮‍💨 So here’s a part 2 🌚🌚 (Had to change the pic because Toumblr is a hater 😒) Just because I miss South so fucking much bro like omg I need him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭‼️ Enjoy 🥰😚 Reblogs, Comments and Likes are welcomed 😋🤞🏾💗

PEOPLE LESS THAN 18YO, DO NOT INTERACT

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A week has passed since your fight with South and now, you’re on your way to the gym. You and South are still beefing because of how jealous he is of your relationship with Benkei, your gym coach.

Even though he knows that he’s married, he still doesn’t trust him and « keep an eye on him », like he said. You get in the gym, greet the coaches and go in the changing room. You put your gym shoes on, take your water bottle and join your coach.

- Hi Ben !

« Good afternoon Y/N ! You’re ready for today’s session ? » He say with a smile

- I’m always ready !

« That’s what I’m talking about ! So let’s get it started already then. »

- Yup yup ! you smile, all excited

« You seems excited for someone who hates full body exercises… » he laughs

Your smile fades away.

« It’s not leg day...? you whisper

He burst out laughing.

- I’m going home.

« You’re not going anywhere ! » he giggle

- Give me a good reason to stay. you cross your arms

« My wife is going to workout with you. » he smiles

- OH MY GOD REALLY ?!

« Yes, she’s right there. » he nods

You turn around and see her walking towards you, she smiles.

« Hey friend ! » she waves at you

- Hiiii ! I’ve missed you !! Happy late birthday by the way ! How was your night ??? you ask her, all excited

« It was so fun ! I went out with the girls and they did me a surprise ! » she smiles

« You still could’ve warn me. » whisper Benkei

« You’re still mad about it, baby ? » she smiles, walking to him

« Can we start already ? » he squint

You frown, looking at them both. Something happened, you think. They’re both looking at each other as if they were about to EAT each other… You also feel a certain tension coming from them and it feels like you’re sweating because of that. You shake your head and join them, breaking their staring contest.

- We’re starting or not ?

« Yes ! Let’s go and run 10km now ! Both of you » says Benkei

- Ugh… great…

[…]

An hour later, You just finished the majority of your session with Benkei’s wife, who is gone to help one of her student. You’re doing your exercises with Ben behind you, gossiping.

- What… happened with your wife ? you sigh loosing the dumbbell

« Nothing. Bring your legs a bit closer. »

- Stop lying ! Something definitely— HAPPENED !! you scream, lifting the dumbbell You guys won’t stop flirting—

« Stop talking and focus ! 30 deadlifts now. » he yells

- Geez… you sigh

You bend over and start doing your deadlifts with a lighter dumbbell. You look at Ben.

- But seriously, what happened ?

« Mind your business or you’re going to do 30 more. And clench your butt when you get up » he say, kicking it

- Stop it !

« Don’t stop the deadlifts ! » he keeps kicking your butt

- I said stop !

« Are you deaf ?! »

You both turn your heads to the huge voice.

- South ?! you drop the dumbbell

« You know him ? » Ask Benkei

- South, what are you doing here ? you say getting in front of him Aren’t you supposed to be—

« I’ve always been there. Is he bothering you ?? » he ask

- N-no I’m okay, don’t worry-

« Sorry to interrupt you both but who… » Says Benkei, clearing his throat

- Oh yeah Benkei, this is my—

South grabs Benkei’s hand and shake it, you sigh. Some people around you are staring at y’all.

- My god… you say shaking your head

« I’m Terano. Their boyfriend. » he dryly say

« Uh- Oh nice to meet you Terano, I’m— »

« I know who you are, and I also saw what you did. Kick their ass one more time, and I’m gonna— » he says tightening his hand on Benkei’s

- Okay enough ! South I’ll see you later, move. you say grabbing his arm

« Sorry about the kicks Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that, my fault. » says Benkei

- … Appreciate that. you nod

« Don’t let it happen again. » whispers South

« Copy that… Can you let my hand go now ? Gahdammit… » grunts Benkei

- South, let him go !

He does and wrap an arm around your waist.

« I’ll see you at home, darling » he whisper in your ear

You close your eyes and look up at him.

- You’re such a dork, get the fuck out of here…

He smiles and kisses your cheek then walks away. You sigh and turn around to look at him, he winks at you. You couldn’t help it but stare at his ass in his red short as he walks away. You sigh again.

- I fucking hate him. you whisper to yourself

« … I did not have to witness all of this. » says Benkei with a blank face

- You didn’t see anything !

« So… This is your man… » he says, pointing a finger to him

- Yes !

« He’s… massive… And that tattoo… Scary but… kinda cool I’m not gonna lie— »

- Yeah anyway… Forget about it !

« You wanna continue ?

- Actually I don’t know…

« Go home or go to your spot then come back after. » he say patting your shoulder

- Im going in my spot and if I don’t come back, you’ll see me in 2 days ! Or a week…

« Can I come if I don’t see you in 30 minutes ? »

- Yes, you can !

« Good, see you later »

You take your bottle and find your way to your spot. Your spot is actually the dance studio but since it’s always empty, you always go there when you feeling down or when you’re just lazy to do something, like right now. You take a mat, lay down on it and close your eyes. Your moment of peace don’t last long when a shadow comes right above your face, you keep your eyes close because you already know who it is.

- Why are you still here, mother fucker ?

« Still mad at me, darling ? »

- Go, the fuck, home.

« I don’t want to. »

You open your eyes and look up.

- South, if I get up I’m going to— Oh.

« Going to what, Y/N ? » he smiles

- Get off— oh my god… you shake your head

You see the bump of his hardness through his short and him looking down at you with a smirk. You slap your forehead.

- I fucking hate you. you rub your head

He scoffs.

- Why are you here in the first place, uh ?

« What do people go to the gym for ? »

- … Ugh, go home already.

« I’m not done with my workouts yet, neither do you... »

- Oh my go- leave me alone !

You get up on your knees and try to push but he steps back. You fall on your hands and raise your head and your face is right in front of the bump of his short. Great, you think. You sat back on your heels and look up at him.

- Move.

« Why ? I’m good where I’m at. » he smirks

You shake your head but with limited mouvement, because he’s too close from your face. You wanna look in another direction but there’s nothing else than his hard dick in front of you.

« Y’like what you see ? Because you’re staring veeeery~ hard » he says with a flirty tone

You bite your lip, sigh and close your eyes.

« You want it ? » he say holding you chin

Your glistening eyes meet his. He looks at you with teasing eyes and a huge smile on his face. He’s stroking your cheek and lips, you frown.

- South… you heavily breathe

You’re starting to heat up. Your cheeks are all red and your heart is racing in your chest. You look at his member and notice how hard it got. You desire it and you can’t deny it anymore. He skim your lips with his thumb.

« You want it so bad, don’t you ? » he says untying his short

Fuck yes.

« Go ahead and spit on it. » he whispers, lowering his short

You bite your lip and look up at him.

- You should seat.

« I’ll be fine… » he smiles

- …Suit yourself. you say before completely putting his short down

His dick pops out right in front of your face and you just look at it. Your mouth is watering just by looking at it, it also feels like you’re almost drooling. It’s so big, you think You lick your lips, close your eyes and take it in your mouth. You slowly start to suck from the tip to the base and give it long licks, he hisses.

You grab his hips and start to bob your head back and forth, fully taking him in your throat. You take a maximum of pleasure doing it, hearing him moan and praise you, just having a taste of him is turning you on. He grabs your head and falls on his knees.

« … Shit— Fuck Y/N…» he spread his legs

- I told you to sit. you say grabbing it

You lay on your stomach, rest your elbows on the floor and arch your back to be more comfortable while doing it. You spit on it and shove it back in your throat while you stroke and fondle his balls at the same time. He pull his shirt and bite it to keep it up, to stifle his moans too. You lick the base to the tip and put it back in your mouth to focus on the tip. You rub it with your thumb before going back to suck it. You grab it with your both hands and give him a handjob at the same time, he sighs and throw his head back.

« Goddamn Y/N… You’re so fucking good at it… he moans, resting his hand on your head

You hollow your cheek and suck it until your lips touches your hand, then you take it off your mouth with a huge pop then your eyes meet his. You’re out of breath with a bit of pre cum on your lips. You lick your lips to go back at it but he grabs your neck and kiss you and y’all both get up as y’all are starting to remove each other’s clothes.

- We shouldn’t- do— this… you stutter in his mouth

« But we are » he removes your top

- … What if there’s a camera ? you whine

« It better get our best profile then. » he sigh, throwing your top on the floor

He grabs your arms and bring you closer to him as he walks back and tosses you on the ballet pole. He gets behind and put your leggings down.

« You’re doing full-body exercises today, right ? » he looks at you through the mirror

- Yeah and ? you whisper

« I know you hate doing that, so I’m gonna help you with one we both love… » he says bringing your sports bra up

- … What are you talking abo— Mmh !

« Stop acting like you don’t know that sex is a full-body exercise, you freak. » he whisper, rubbing your nipples

You cross your legs and close your eyes, breathing heavily.

- You’re the freak— South… you moan

« Mhmm mhmm… Whatever you say, bunny. » he kiss your cheek and neck

You wrap your arm around his neck as he keeps rubbing, stroking and pinching your breast. You bite your lip, trying to contain your moans. His left hand go down between your legs and massage your clitoris through your thong.

- We don’t have time for fore play, go straight to it already ! you sigh, putting your thong down

He arch a brow, then smiles.

« Say no more. »

He grabs your waist and thrust inside you. You gasp and grip on the mirror, closing your eyes. You let a moan out but immediately slap your mouth to silence it, since y’all are in public. He adjust himself and grabs your neck to give you deeper strokes, you hisses and your eyes rolls back. Your ass is bouncing and clapping against him and it’s getting little too loud, he smack it, you scream.

« Come on baby, your ass is not the only loud thing I wanna hear » he smiles

- This is so- wrong… you whisper

« You want me to stop then ? » he says in your ear

- … Fuck…

« Yes or no ? » he looks at you in the mirror

- No… go faster…

« Louder. »

- Faster ! Aghn~ you moan

« Mhmm… »

He goes as you said, let your neck go and tighten his grip on your waist. You rest your hands on the pole and let your head fall. You know good and well that what y’all are going is wrong, that you should end it and go back to your workout, ut you just don’t want him to stop, the way he touches you, how good it feels and, to be honest, the idea of doing it in public always been arousing to you. Now you just gotta pray to not get caught, or else y’all gonna have big problems, especially you.

The pole under your hand is creaking and hit the mirror with a huge bam. You both stop any mouvements, look at it, eyes wide open, then look at each other.

« Oh shit… » he whisper

- Let’s go somewhere else…

« C’mere ! » he turns you around to face him

You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you up. He walks to the mats and seat on yours. You stay on your knees and adjust yourself to ride him, then fall on his length. You sigh and slowly ride him, biting your lip. He puts his hand on the back of your neck and kisses you as you ride him. You moan in his mouth and he grips at your ass, you raise your head and take his length deeper and he looks at you. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, rub and pinch the other one, you sigh.

- South…

He makes you lay down on the mat and kiss your body, from the chest to your stomach, your breath gets heavy and your legs shaky too. He gets on his knees, grab your hips and thrust inside you. You gasp and put your arms above your head.

- Damn South… Fuck~ you whimper

He’s going at a rapid and deep pace into you. You’re trying your best to contain your moans and to not make any noise but he’s just making it hard to keep it.

- Mmh shit— Aaahh my god ~! you bite your lip

He grabs your legs and spread them more, you whine and arch your back. You look at him and put your hands on his arm.

- Please South… This is too much, be— you whisper

He grabs both your arms and pin them back above your head then pound harder than he already was into you, you almost yelled. You cry out, curling your toes and shaking your head.

- Aaaghn shit ! you pant, rolling your eyes back

« Feels good, right ? » he grunts

You never felt that good before, but you also feel kinda weird at the same time, maybe because y’all are doing it in public, practically in your workplace, and you can’t be as loud as usual, but it just feel so good that you can’t even think straight.

- Mmmph… Yes it— DOES~~ FUCK ! you stutter

« Yeaah… » he hum, biting his lip

He let go off your hand to rub your clit. His thumb do slow circular mouvements on it and you’re losing your mind. You moan out, putting your hand on your mouth. Amused, he’s going faster. You weep.

- S…South… Please… you hold his hand

« Move your hand. »

- But-

« Move it. » he sigh

- … Nghh fuck~ you close your eyes

« Actually, give it back. »

He take your hand in his and lay it flat on your lower belly.

« Can you feel that ? » he ask, reducing his pace

You feel his length rearranging your insides and how slow it moves. It feels weird to actually feel it under your hand but you can’t deny the fact that it feels good inside. You nod.

- Yes… I can… Feels amazing~~ you whimper

« Yeah… And you taking it so good » he kiss your neck

He grabs your wrists and brings you closer to him. You turn around on all fours and rest your head on the floor, you look back at him.

- G-give me some more bae please… you pant

He put his hands aside your head and penetrate you. You bite your lip as he push himself deeper and deeper. You’re in full excitement and lust when it knocks on the door.

« Everything is alright for you, Y/N ? » ask Benkei at the door

« Tsk ! Not him… » groan South, taking himself out

At this moment, you begin to completely panic. You say shut up to South and clear your throat.

- Yes ! I’m doing gr-AAANGH SHIT ! you yell

South just penetrate back into you in a hard stroke, so deep that it felt like he ticked your cervix. He chuckles behind you, holding your waist. You look back at him.

« Oops » whisper South

« Are you Okay Y/N ?! Why is the door locked ?? » scream Benkei, trying to open the door

- I— I’m fine. Don’t worry about me ! My stretching exercises are getting a lil’ complicated… Haha ! you fake laugh

« … Okay. But at least, leave the door open. Wait I’m opening it for you.

- NO DON’T ! Leave it… Mmh~ That way. you moan

« Like it that way, love ? » ask South

He gives you slow and hard strokes. You’re feeling like you’re about to melt because you feel every inches of him and that excites you more. You bite your lip, nodding.

« Alright then… I guess I’ll see you later. » Says Benkei

- Yes ! See you around… you whisper

« Finally he’s gone… » whisper South

- What if he’s not..?

« Then he can listen to how good I’m fucking you behind the door, I don��t give a fuck ! » he smirks, slapping your ass

- Stop… talking like that… Mmm~ you hum

« Fuck I can’t get over you… he grabs your chin. I want you more and— More ! he groans

He’s now pounding into you as if he was trying to fill you up. You’re moaning mouth open with your arms shaking, on the verge of collapsing. He notices and wrap his hand around your neck then brings you to his chest, taking himself out. You gasp and he takes you in a sloppy kiss. You sit, straighten your legs forward and put your left hand around his neck. He lift your shirt up more and grope your breast, softly caressing your boobs, you moan. He pinch your nipples and rub them in a circular motion.

- Han~~ shit… you whine, stopping the kiss

He grab your neck and kiss you again. His right hand wander down your body before sinking his fingers deep inside you. He is teasing your core with his index, doing slow motions, then his middle finger joins in, hitting your insides. You stop the kiss and gasp in air, drooling on his hand. His left hand leaves your neck for your left boob and he kisses the back of your neck and your shoulders and you’re a moaning mess, melting under his touch as you get wetter and wetter. He chuckles in your ear.

« Look at you… Going dumb on my fingers » he says, curling them

You whim and he grabs your jaw.

« You’re so beautiful… Taking it taking like a good fucking girl » he whisper

You throw your head back and grab his hand.

- Fuck… Please- I’m about to cum… you pant

« Cum on my fingers then » he whisper in your ear « Finish here so I can paint your insides white when we get home… » he nibble your ear

Oh wow. you think

He goes faster with his fingers, same thing with the hand on your breast, he knows that it’s your weak point so he’s stroking it faster. Your legs are shaking as he drills his fingers so fast that you’re on the verge of squirting, which isn’t good. You moan out.

- Here— I’m cumming~~ you whine

He rubs your pussy collecting all of your juices and look at his fingers. Out of breath, you look at them with him.

« You did it… » he kisses your neck

- Please keep going… you turn around to kiss him

He move his head back and put his finger on your mouth. He gets up, dress back up and stroke your chin

« Get up and let’s finish this at home… » he smirks « I’ll go first, then wait for you there, love. »

He winks at you and leave like nothing happened. You’re still seated on the floor, legs spread, top lifted up and all flushed. You’re slowing coming back to reality and shake your head, realizing what just happened.

- Fuck !

You get up, fixing your clothes and hair. You clean the place, put the mat back where it belongs and grabs your stuff to leave. You open the door and Benkei is in front of you.

- Oh shit ! You scared me…

« Mhm. How was your stretching ? » he dryly ask

- My wha— OH YES ! My stretchings… Well… I-it went well yes ! you stammers I’m going home now ! To do more stretchings, yes…

« Y/N I saw and heard everything. »

Oh my god.

« The camera caught y’all. » he crosses his arms

Oh my fucking god you think. Your jaw literally just dropped to your feet and you’re trying to find a way to get you out of this. You nervously bite your lip, trying to say something. Nothing comes out, you’ve simply been caught in 4K and you have no excuses. Benkei sighs, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead. This is bad

« You’re lucky… Extremely lucky… » he says, raising his voice « You’re lucky that I’m the one who saw the camera footage and deleted it. If it was the local guy, you’d be absolutely fucked, and by fucked, I mean banned. For good ! »

You sigh, relieved and raise your head.

- Thank—

« Don’t. Just go home. » he says putting his hand in front of your face

He turns around and go upstairs. You just wanna burry yourself alive right now. You sigh, run to the locker room, take your stuff and leave the gym without changing. You’re walking fast to your apartment thinking about what just happened. You don’t even know when will be the next time you’ll go there, it’ll be so embarrassing to watch Ben in the eyes after that. You shake your head and grunt in the middle of the road, cursing yourself for overthinking.

[…]

You finally arrive to your apartment and get in here. You take your shoes off and leave your stuff on the floor.

« Finally ! I thought you forgot abou— Hey… » whisper South

You get undressed as you walk to the bathroom. You get there, completely naked and get in the shower. You turn the water on and let it run on your body. You rest your forehead on the cold wall in front of you.

- Fuck my life. you sigh

The sliding door opens, reveling South’s huge body. You look at him while he close the door behind him. He smirks.

« Let’s save the water, shall we ? »

- What ? You wanna finish what we started ?

« Nah… I just wanna shower with you. »

You sigh and bump your forehead on his bare chest.

- I’m so ashamed~~ you complain

He chuckles.

« What happened ? You took so long… » he say, wrapping his arms around you

- He saw us… Benkei caught us !

« Oh… Can we have the tape ? »

- South, this is serious right now. He fucking saw and heard us getting nasty… I practically work here !! I’m so screwed now… you fake sob

« Did someone else saw us ? » he ask, moving your hair from your face

- No… He said that he saw it before the local guy could and that he deleted it…

« It’s good then ! »

- I know but he still saw us !

« And ? Good for him ! »

- Ugh, you don’t understand… » you look down at your feet

« … Look at me »

You raise your head.

« It’s not because he saw us that he’ll always bring that up when he’ll see you… Or will always think about it, you can’t control his thoughts. He saw us, he will get over it and so you will ! » he says, holding your waist

- Yeah… I guess you’re right… you put your arms around his waist

« Mhmm… So don’t overthink this. » he strokes your face

- Kiss me now. you smirk

He gives you one on the forehead, one on the lips then he takes you in a passionate kiss. He brings you closer to him as the water falls down on both of your bodies. His hands start to wander on your body and he grabs your ass. Your breath gets heavy, your heart is racing and you feel like your blood is boiling, especially in your ears. You burry your face in his neck, planting kisses and bites on it, caressing his torso.

Your kisses goes down to his chest and you start to lick and suck on his nipple, he hisses. You feel his dick get hard on your stomach, you softly fondle it as you keep kissing and licking his abs, he let a stifled whim out. You stand back up and kiss him ferociously. His right hand caress your inner thigh and lift it. You bite your lip, rub your thighs together before jumping on him. You cling more around his neck and whisper in his ear.

- Put it in.

« … For real ?? » he ask

- Yeah , c’mon do it~~ you grind on it

« Okay okay, I got you ! Let me just grab the lu- »

- Hurry up !

He put you down and put some lubricant on his tip. He turns around, pick you back up and stacks you on the wall, penetrating you, you gasp. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he moves his hips, slowly stroking inside you. You moan and he kiss your neck, going to your ear.

« Why don’t we bring this in the room ? » he whisper

You glance at him.

[…]

« Haa… Damn ! » he moans

He’s standing in front of you and you’re on the bed, stroking his dick while you suck the tip. You spit all the precum to suck him off again.

« Yeah… Do that thing with your tongue again. » he whisper

You smile and look up at him while you do “that thing”. He squints and throw his head back.

« Mmm— So good, darling. »

You grab his balls, suck them and rub the tip with your thumb. As much as you enjoy having him in your mouth, you want him inside you, you need to feel the girth and the veins moving in your pussy and just the image of that is enough to make you throb.

You lick his whole length before taking it out your mouth, out of breath. You lick your fingers and bite your lip before kissing his tip, looking up at him.

He bite his lip and you turn around, rubbing your ass on it, whining. He take the lube and grabs your left hip.

« You want something ? » he asks, aware of what you want

- Yes… Noww~~ you whimper, resting your head on a pillow

He low breathy « fuck » comes out of his mouth. He bite his lip, pouring the lube on your back and contemplate your dark skin shining while he rubs your ass and back.

« And what is that ? »

- Your dick inside me, give— Ahhh !

« Here it is now… » he says

You bite your lip.

- Y-Yeah~ Give it to me baby… you moan

The bed is now completely soaked with water and your body oiled up made a worse mess on it, while he’s just standing, pounding you from the back. You stand on all fours and take a look back at it. He slow down and let you bounce back and forth on it, making the bed bounce and creak with you. You chuckle, biting your lower lip.

« You having fun ? » he asks

- Uh huh ! Mmm~ you throw your head back

He scoffs and look down at you. He frowns and grunts.

« Damn… too- tight » he mutters

- Aghh… Feels so good, South~ you mumble

He bite his lips and grab your sides. He strokes harder inside you as he pin you down on the bed, you whine and spread your ass cheeks to feel him more and close your eyes on how good it feels, he moans too. You rest your head back on the pillow and lay on your left side, wrapping your leg around his waist so he can fuck you sideways. His first strokes in are slow and he suddenly get faster with it as you whimper at each stroke, putting your hand on your mouth. He grabs your left leg up, so you’re now on your back and facing him, and he push himself in. You moan and he grabs your neck.

« Shit… Fuck… » he whispers

- M- more baby… More ! you whimper

« You’re always so… greedy ! »

He gets on the bed and wrap your legs around his hips to make long sharp thrust, almost pulling out before slamming into you with a strong pace. You frown and close your eyes, nearly screaming.

« Your pussy feel so fucking good, Y/N… I’m going insane ! » he grunts

You’re just moaning and crying in his ear, struggling to take it. You feel your walls squeeze his hardness while he’s aggressively complementing you. He put your left leg up on his shoulder and grabs your face. You look at him in the eyes.

« Your leg is shaking like crazy » he chuckles

- Stop… It’s not funny. you whimper

« Your face is so cute too ! So sexy… » he scoffs, wiping a tear that just rolled down your cheek

- Nghh… More now- ! you whine

He puts his thumb in your mouth and you stare at him with pleading eyes. He groans as you suck his thumb. You tie your arms around his neck and close your eyes, but he can’t accept it.

« Keep your eyes open, pretty, look at me »

You open them, heavily breathing, as you lick his thumb. He smiles.

« There… You’re so pretty, Y/N. I’m so in love with you ! » he say, chewing his lip.

You feel your ears heat up. No matter how much he said this to you, it will always have a reaction out of you. He takes his thumb out and rub it on your lips, you grab his wrist. He goes back on his knees and you whimper, feeling his tip at your entrance. He push it back inside and you choke.

« My bad, I should’ve warned you » he chuckles

- Mmh whatever, just fuck me… » you moan

« Don’t have to tell me twice… » he whisper

He puts his hands up your head and gives you long and slow strokes. You bite your tongue and let a moan out, your toes are curling and your back arches. Your hands leaves his arms to wrap around his neck and hips, he stares at you enamored and bite his lip.

- Mmh shit~ F-faster, baby… you moan

His eyes gets dark, filled with lust and he smiles before grabbing your thighs.

« How fast ? Like this ? »

His pace slightly fasten while he bend over your face. You hisses.

« Or like that ? »

His hips are now smacking your thighs because of how fast he gets. You arch your back, scratching his arms. He kiss your neck and caress your breast.

- Aahh~~ you whine

« Is it how you want it, babe ? » he ask, kissing your chin

His kisses goes up to your cheeks and your lips. You mumble in respond as his lips are brushing against yours. He bites his lip, grabs your jaw and takes you in a hungry kiss. The kiss is sloppy, angry and needy. It’s almost like he was about to eat you full.

« Ngh… I’m gonna cum ! » he groans « …Can I ? » he asks

- Yes ! you moan

« Fuck, I love you… » he grabs your neck

- I-Love you more… you grab his wrist

« I’m gonna impregnate you ! » he lick his upper lip

- Do it ! you chuckles

He chuckles with you as he gets more rough with his strokes. He moans, looking up and you bite your lip, not taking your eyes off him. He’s so hot… you think to yourself. His hands leave your neck and thigh to grabs your sides and push himself deeper, hitting your cervix, you gasp.

« Aahh fuuuck~ ! » he moans

You feel full and your belly is tickling. You sigh and he take himself out, laying down next to you. You look at him with a small grin, he winks. You get on top of him and he looks at you, interrogative.

- I want you more… you whisper, caressing his shoulders

He raise his eyebrows, surprised. He laughs.

« You’re such a greedy person, always so demanding… » he says, caressing your face

- Please~~ you whine, leaning towards him

You bury your face in his neck and kiss it, arching your back, rubbing yourself on his hardness. He sighs, grabs your ass and rub your thighs

« As if I could resist you… Go ahead then, take it all you want… » he smiles, resting his head on his hands

You bite your lip and readjust yourself on it, he hisses and grunts.

« Fuck, I said take it, not break it ! » he says, grabbing your hips

You giggles and wrap your arms around his neck.

- Sorry~

Thank you for reading <3

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