lean pong

anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts. What if Neil gets a concussion and starts mixing up his languages? I love your writing!

(thank you so much! I had so much fun writing this honestly also HEY apparently language based confusion post head trauma like.. doesn’t happen lmao but lets suspend our disbelief y'all)

It’s USC’s new “problem player” who does it.

There’s a scrimmage for the ball in the last quarter, and Neil ends up bodychecked into plexiglass head-first. His helmet goes loose and bounces away before he hits the floor.

Neil’s 5’3” against the backliner’s 6’5” is like pitting an axe against the base of a tree. Neil’s legs quiver like wind through leaves, and then he’s cut down.

Andrew watches the whole thing unravel, the wind-up and the swing and the bounce. Neil topples onto his back with the brutality of a drop from a moving car, and he doesn’t get back up. There’s an awkward minute of shouting and buzzers and repetitive shrugging from the backliner. Andrew leaves goal just as Jeremy crosses the court to jab a finger in his teammate’s chest.

“We do not fight dirty like that! Jesus Christ Trent, If we’d taken that point from them the win would mean what?”

“Nothing,” the backliner replies glumly, eyes down. Andrew takes it as a prime opportunity to punch him across the jaw with his whole weight behind it.

The guy goes reeling, holding his face and looking down at Andrew with slack jawed disbelief — doubtless surprised to find someone half his size had just loosened a few teeth.

Andrew feels Kevin at his back, and Jeremy steadies Trent by the shoulder as he levels eyes at him. “Can’t we be civil for one game?”

Kevin shrugs, sickeningly sheepish. “You’re in fox territory.”

“How could I forget,” Jeremy says, eyes rolling. He says something else but Andrew’s already turning to find Neil, his unchecked injury like an oven left on - the niggling, panicking doubt of it.

Jean’s crouched at Neil’s side, speaking quietly and firmly with his eyebrows yanked together like pursestrings.

“Get away from him,” Andrew says, dizzy with anger. All the times Neil has defended Jean and the things he’d let Riko do surface and clash in Andrew’s head.

Jean looks up, unconcerned with Andrew’s warning. “Something is wrong.”

Andrew puts himself between Jean and Neil, stepping right where Jean’s hands are splayed out on the floor so that he recoils. He leans over Neil and watches his open eyes, the frost of confusion on them.

“Get up.”

Neil finds him, like he’s squinting through smoke. “Je ne peux pas.”

Andrew grabs his shoulders, unamused. “Try again.”

“It was something else a minute ago. Something slavic?” Jean says. Andrew ignores him.

“Andrew,” Neil says urgently, eyes bloodshot and unfixed. “Je suis fatigué.”

“Don’t sleep,” Andrew warns. He pulls Neil to his chest and drags him upright by his armpits.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Trent calls from a few feet away, his team congregating behind him like disappointed parents.

“We’re benching him for the next couple of games,” Jeremy adds seriously. “You deserve better.”

“You touch what’s mine again and you lose a hand,” Andrew says airily.

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frat party aftercall

cole sprouse x lili reinhart

warning: smut


The party was now in full swing as you tried to maneuver your way through the mass of sweaty hormonal teens blocking your way. The moment you walked into the house you had been swarmed by people causing you to be seperated from KJ. You made your way to the kitchen in hopes of finding him but when you got there he was nowhere in sight. With a frustrated sigh you ran your hand through your hair, scanning your surroundings in hopes of finding a familiar face, but with no such luck.

 You decided a beer was in order to hopefully calm your nerves. You took a swig and jumped up onto the counter, while watching people around you. That’s when you spotted him- Cole Sprouse. He was leaning against the ping pong table. His head was covered with a dark grey beanie, a black T-shirt clung to his rather large torso, and with the usual flannel tied around his waist. His eyes flickered up to you and a smirk tugged at his lips. You quickly averted your eyes but the damage was already done.

You ran your finger along the rim of your cup as you stared down at it as if it was the most interesting thing at the party. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up. That’s when you saw a pair of feet approach you. You looked up and there he was, with his usual smug smirk. 

Cole’s reputation was well known to everyone. He was a ‘one night stand’ type of guy. Once he got you, he would use you and then no longer want you.

“Hey beautiful,” he said, his voice low, your stomach twisted in excitement and fear.

“Hey.” you supplied lame.

“You seemed lonely, so I thought I’d keep you company.” His cold hands landed on your thighs and you bit your lip, suppressing a gasp. He pushed your thighs open and settled in-between them, his face on the same level as yours.

You shot him a pointed look and mumbled, “I was fine alone.”

Your remark didn’t seem to phase Cole. He just smiled before glancing down at your empty cup.

“How about another?” he suggested. You didn’t have time to refuse, he was already gone. He came back a few moments later, his hands occupied with solo cups. He handed you yours and took a sip out of his.

“This isn’t beer.” you remarked, the liquid in the cup was clear.

“Nope, I thought you could use something stronger.”

“Yeah if I have to put up with you.” you muttered, as your mouth hovered over your cup.

Cole chuckled and his hand ghosted closer to your thigh, causing you to jump away.

“Oh Lili, baby, you’ll be doing more than just putting up with me at the end of the night.” he said, you could hear the determination in his voice. His eyes were set on you and he wasn’t letting you out of his sight.

You scoffed, “Fuck off,”

“I’d much rather fuck you,” he winked. You pushed him back and got off the counter. 

“I would say it was nice talking to you, but clearly it wasn’t.” you said, before marching off. 

You walked over to the bathroom and went in. Bending over the sink, you splashed some cold water on your flushing face. Cole affected you more than you would care to admit. You got lost in you’re thoughts for a few seconds when your heard knocking on the door.

“It’s occupied, wait a second,” you yelled, but the banging continued louder now. You let out a disgruntled sigh before yanking the door open. 

It was a blur. One moment you were opening the door, and the next moment you were pinned against the wall, Cole shutting the door with his foot. His hungry eyes seized you and he bit down on his bottom lip before running his tongue over it.

“Cole, what the-”

“Go ahead Lili, push me away, cuss at me and throw me out. But you know deep down you want this as much as I do,” he murmured. His lip ran over your earlobe and you could feel the coolness of his hands touching your skin.

You should have done exactly what Cole said, but he was right. You had never wanted anything in your life, this bad. Taking your silent as acceptance, he dipped his head and his lips brushed against your jawline and towards your neck. Your fingers threaded themselves through his raven locks, tugging gently. 

His gaze flickered up to you and he shot you a cheeky grin. “Want me to leave, Lili?” But, he already knew the answer.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, he chuckled loudly. He brought his mouth to level with yours and your breath tangled together.

He leaned in and sealed his lips over your own and your entire senses went wild. His tongue tasted like beer and mint, as it tangled with yours, impairing any thoughts of you coming to your sense and walking away- you were hooked. 

He pulled away and ran his thumb along your cheekbone and murmured. “Knees, sweetheart,”

You took a deep breath and looked up into his blue orbs before getting down to your knees. You unbuckled his belt with ease and slid his pants down. His rock hard length slapped against his abdomen as he shuddered from finally being released from the confines of his rather tight skinny jeans.

“C’mon,” he urged, his voice pure gravel, only making the heat boil in your stomach. You wrapped your mouth around his shaft and swirled your tongue around the tip, eliciting a groan from him. 

“You can take more than that.” he challenged. You hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper inside your mouth. Cole’s hips bucked wildly into your mouth and hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. You felt Cole twitch in your mouth, signalling he was close. As you pulled away he growled. 

He pulled you up your feet and swiftly pushed down your shorts, immediately ripping your panties off with them. He ran his index finger along your slit, and your knees quivered as he pushed you tightly against the wall so you couldn’t fall. His tongue traced the shell of your ears as his hot breath fanned over your face.

“Beg for it, Lili, tell me just how much you want it, how much you want me..” he growled, his fingers dancing along your entrance, teasing you. You shot him a pointed look and shook your head. There was no-

His fingers thrusted inside you and caused you to cry out loud.

“Holy fuck!” you moaned. Your head rocked back, resting against the bathroom wall. 

“Tell me, sweetheart, just how much you want me or I won’t let you cum,” 

His fingers teased your G-spot, sending pleasure through your veins, he kept just enough stimulation so your mind was in complete haze. But you didn’t came.

“Fine!” you huffed, “I fucking want you Cole, I need you,” you whined. Through hooded eyelids you saw Cole’s familiar smirk gracing his lips. Finally, he gave you what you craved.

Slowly he pushed his long shaft inside you and your warm walls surrounded him, causing him to groan. 

“So… tight,” he whispered, with each rough thrust he was bringing you closer to your ogasm, and you knew you weren’t going to last long. You ran your nails down his back as he hit your G-spot.

“Cole!” you moaned loudly, not even caring if anybody could hear you. He seemed pleased by your moaning and rewarded you back, going faster and deeper.

“I’m close,” you warned breathlessly.

“Hold it.” he said sternly. Your body was a mess; your legs where shaking and unwanted moans continued to tumble from your lips as you tried desperately not to come. You clenched around him and that was all it took for him to come undone, you quickly following suit.

He collected his clothes and paid you no attention. Embarrassment started to creep in, and you couldn’t bear to look at Cole. You were just another one of his one night stands and the thought made your stomach turn. Cole got out of the bathroom leaving you alone with your thoughts, but just before he walked away his head peaked inside and he smiled. 

It wasn’t his usual smile, there was nothing flirtatious or cocky about it.

“Hey Lili, do you think maybe we can, uhm, do this again?” he stuttered.

Your hopes plummeted. Great, now you were just a good booty call.

“I mean, I would take you out first. Maybe a movie? Or dinner? Or you know, we could go to a concert…” he rambled and you could’ve sworn he was blushing. He looked up at you as he chewed on his lip nervously.

You smiled, “Sure, Cole.”

redmiel said her headcanon about college rhys/vaughn is that vaughn has bad times at parties and it ruined me so i’m here to fix this:

rhys noticing that vaughn is having a bad time and he sets his drink down and stops talking to other people so that he can scoot over to vaughn and talk to him instead, rhys asks vaughn what’s up and how he can fix it and they end up zoning out on each other and just talking about things and rhys is putting his full attention on vaughn, letting him know he cares more about vaughn than the party, and when vaughn tells him he wants to leave but if rhys wants to stay thats okay, rhys snorts like vaughn’s being ridiculous and they get up and leave together 

rhys always stresses how vaughn means so much more to him than any party ever could and sometimes they’ll go home and drink some cheap booze and cuddle on their couch until they fall asleep, have two-man parties at one in the morning playing beer pong and leaning all over each other and kissing every once in a while and saying the most unapologetic ‘i love you’s they possibly can, and both of them agree that them spending time together is so so so much better than some crummy college party and neither of them would choose that over being with the other 

just. rhys and vaughn being absolutely in love with each other and being so attentive to the other’s needs and once they’ve established a relationship together they’re so confident in how much they love each other and that nothing means more to them than both of them being happy together

Forever And For Always. ||


         Music blasted over the speakers as Emilia helped her friends get everything set up for the party that they were having. The brunette had put her partying days behind her, but it was the end of Coachella season, and music festivals so why not get together with friends and have a few drinks? Nothing bad could happen right? Fixing the short dress that was hugging tight to her figure, her face turned as she heard her name. “Are you able to make sure that no one goes upstairs? You know how freaked out I get when people are up in my room?” Nodding at the words, she got up and made her way over to the stairway. The female was stopped more than a few times by people she had never met, wanting to talk to her and get to know her, and before she knew it she was pulled into a game of beer pong. Leaning up against her teammate, Em bit against her lip, watching. 


This wasn’t your first high school party, but you still felt lost. This was your last year of high school, and you wanted to make as many memories as you could. You had arrived to the ‘party house’ it had already looked trashed. You chuckled to yourself. You and your friend had soon entered the house. It was crowded, people holding beer bottles and red cups. “Hey (Y/N) want to get some drinks?” You nodded you head, and followed her into the kitchen.

You entered the kitchen trailing behind (Y/F/N), beer and other alcoholic bottles littered the tables. You watched your friend pour herself a cup of God knows what. You turned around scanning your surroundings, you notice a boy intently staring at you. You both made eye contact for a swift second before you turned back around, only to notice that your friend had gone off talking to a hot guy. You couldn’t blame her.

You made your way out of the kitchen, you saw a bunch of people gathering together. You made your way over there, only to see two boys playing the infamous game of ‘beer pong’. You leaned up against the wall and decided to watch. You looked between the pair of boys and noticed one of them was the one you caught staring at you before.

He didn’t notice you watching him play. He was miserably failing against his friend. You smiled to yourself. “Hey mate you really suck at this game!” His friend said. “Well you’re only winning because you had people give you pointers!! It’s rigged I tell you RIGGED!” The boy says. “Or your just really bad at playing this game, and your in denial about it” the boy made a hurt face and put his hand over his heart. You tried to suppress your laugh but failed. The boy soon noticed you and smiled in your direction. “Alright mate I’ll make you a deal, you can have one person play for you, and if they get one shot in you win the whole game!” The boy perked up scanning his surroundings.

You noticed his perfectly standing hair had strands falling out of place, but his eyes were full of excitement looking for a partner. His eyes landed on you he pointed “You come over here and help me” he smirked. You made your way over to the talk boy. He says “Hi I’m Luke, okay so I need you to make this shot or my mate over there won’t ever let me live this down” “Uh Luke, I’ve never played this game before.” You looked down at your feet embarrassed. “Hey hey, it’s alright it’s just a game don’t worry. By the way what’s your name?” You looked up at him “(Y/N)” “What a pretty name” you blushed “Now let’s do this (Y/N)!”

He hands you a ball, you look across the table to see his friend chuckling. You aimed as best as you could and bounced the ball, once you noticed the ball land in the cup you turned back to Luke who had a cocky smile on his face. You glanced over to his friend, you muttered incoherent words. “Hey mate have fun finishing off all those cups!” His friend flipped him off. You giggled quietly.

Luke put his arm around you, “can I do anything to repay you?” He smiled. “At the moment nothing I can think of” you giggled. You both walked around the house for a while, getting to know each other. Soon things began to slow down, and a girl called out “TIME FOR TRUTH OR DARE EVERYBODY!!” Everyone gathered in a circle on the floor, you sat down with Luke by your side.

The girl clapped her hands together and said “alright! I’ll go first” she points at a boy across the circle “you! Truth or dare?” She wiggles her eyebrows. He responds “Dare” with a cocky grin. The girl smirked “alright, I dare you to run around the block butt-naked.” His face dropped, checks tinged a light pink. The girl laughed “all talk I see” the boy glared at her and started undressing. Luke put his hands over your eyes. You let out a soft giggle. “(Y/N) we I can’t let you get so corrupt at this party” you laugh yet again.

After a thrilling run of having the boy run naked down the block, having a girl confess her what her scariest nightmare was (which by the way was very gruesome). Another boy telling us what his biggest physical flaw is. Finding one of the quietest boys there had a torso tattoo. And a very intriguing skinny dipping story. Now it landed on your friend to ask the grueling question of truth or dare. She scanned the circle, “Truth or dare Luke?” she laughed and glanced over at you. Luke confidently replied “Dare” your friend smirked “I dare you to go have 7 minutes with (Y/N)”. You could feel your face heating up. Luke held out his hand and lead you to the coat closet. The boy who had streaked closed the door and kept time.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, (Y/N)” you could faintly see the smile on his lips. “But this is your dare Luke you should probably do it” “well if you insist” you could almost hear the smirk in his voice. Soon after you felt a pair of warm lips on your own. Brining your hand up to his face brining him in closer, his hands on your waist. Soon you heard a knock on the door, that could not have been 7 minutes you thought yourself. Luke yelled out “HOLD ON” and continued to kiss you. You pulled back, “we should probably go back out there” you giggled. “You’re right but before we do, can I get your number (Y/N)? I’d really like to take you out on a date.” You couldn’t help but get all giddy. He hands you his phone, and you know that this is the greatest game of ‘truth or dare’ you’ve ever played.

I hope I did this justice! -Natalie xxx