#The coach hates them but they're both too good to bench

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Not to sound like an ex-football player but what about a serennedy soccer au. They're on opposite teams btw

[hairmetal666]

The note shows up in Eddie's mailbox cubby on Valentine's Day.

It's nothing fancy, loopy cursive handwriting on lined paper:

"I know this is probably silly but I can't go another day without saying it, and today seems appropriate for this kind of confession. Seeing you in the morning is the best part of my day. You're so gorgeous it leaves me breathless. I hope you don't mind if I don't leave my name. Just wanted you to know that you're beautiful."

His eyes fill with tears that he blinks back, a goofy smile stretching his mouth wide.

"You good there, Munson?" Robin Buckley asks.

"Oh, yup, yeah, all good." He laughs. "Just got one of those 'you're my favorite teacher Mr. Munson!' notes."

He squeezes the letter to his chest before slipping it in his pocket.

---

The worst thing about Eddie's new job is that someway, somehow, Steve-fucking-Harrington works here too. PE teacher, JV basketball coach, of-fucking-course. Once a douchebag jock, always a douchebag jock. What makes it all worse is that he's still the prettiest guy Eddie's ever seen.

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The first week of March, there's a commotion in the hallway that has him rushing out of his room, ready to breakup a fight. He finds Harrington already there, holding Dustin Henderson and Will Byers by their shoulders. Troy Walsh and James Dante stand across from them, wearing matching snarls.

Of course Harrington is picking on little nerd kids; he knew it. But before he steps forwards to break it up, Steve speaks, voice low and angry. "You want to tell me what happened here, Troy?"

"Byers tripped. He really should watch where he's going," Troy says. James laughs.

Steve's glare goes even more icy, more disdainful (it's so fucking hot, Eddie hates it). "You want to take that again? And try being honest this time, or you're suspend from the team."

Troy splutters for long enough that Eddie finally notices Will's stricken face, the sketchpad and snapped colored pencils littering the linoleum.

"I saw you take those things from Will, and unfortunately, I'll have to call your parents and you will be responsible for purchasing a new sketchbook and pencils. You're also benched for the next four games."

The boys shout, but when Steve raises a hand they quiet immediately. "You want to complain more, or do you want it to be five games?"

"No, sir," they answer before scampering off.

Harrington faces Dustin and Will. "You boys okay?" he asks them.

"We're good, Mr. H," Dustin answers.

"Glad to hear it." Steve begins collecting Will's ruined belongings, stops to study one of the drawings.

"This is really good, Will."

Will flushes. "Thanks. It's my character for dnd,"

"Dnd? That's that game that El and Max are always talking about? With the character sheets and the dice?"

"Yeah!" says Dustin. "You know it?"

Steve's smile is a little bashful, and it tugs at Eddie's heart in a way he has to ignore. "Not much. Just from what the girls have said. You want to tell me about it?"

"Really?" Their eyes light up.

"Really. You can stop by the gym during lunch. Only if you want to, though."

"Cool," says Dustin.

He pats them both on the shoulder, and they hurry away, leaving Steve and Eddie suddenly alone.

Eddie should head back to his class, hasn't been needed in this situation at all, really, but before he can disappear, Steve spots him and his eyes widen.

"You need something, Munson?" Steve's cheeks go a faint pink.

He shakes his head, feels wrong-footed. "Uh, that was really cool what you did just there."

"They're really good kids," Steve says. "I know them a little. Used to babysit El Hopper." He slides his hands into the pockets of his khakis and, seriously, fuck Harrington for looking like that in a pair of Dockers.

"Babysitter, Harrington? Never thought I'd see the day. Or that you'd be the one defending a bunch of nerds," Eddie says. He means it teasing, but Steve's face warps into a frown.

"Y--yeah, I guess. I mean. I'm trying not to be that guy anymore, and Robin's really helped--"

"Shit, man, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant, at all--"

"--I feel terrible about all that shit I pulled back in school. That King Steve stuff? I was awful and you didn't deserve--"

"Steve!" Eddie cuts him off. "I forgive you. For everything." He looks down at his shoes. "For all I didn't want to believe it, you really have changed."

They're both pink faced now, avoiding each other's eyes. "Thanks," Steve says. "I should get going, but--for the future-- I really wouldn't mind--um--trying to be friends."

The grin that passes across Eddie's face is huge. "Yeah, Harrington, I'd like that."

Eddie has to run to make it to his classroom on time. He passes Dustin and Will and the rest of their gaggle of friends, rushing them along, but forgets all about it as he steps in front of his third period juniors.

---

He and Steve are...friendly now. They chat, they joke, they share smiles that have Eddie's heart beating too fast even though it's not like that. Turns out Steve is kind and funny (a little bit of a bitch too, but in a way that ties Eddie's stomach in knots), and a hell of a teacher.

---

His freshman are in small groups, peer-reviewing an essays, when Max Mayfield catches his eye. She's one of his favorite students and absolute trouble.

"What's up, Mayfield." He asks.

"Are you friends with Mr. Harrington?" She asks.

He chuckles. "Sure, Max, we're friendly enough. Why?"

She narrows her eyes, like she knows he's not being totally honest. "Oh, nothing. He just talks about you all the time."

He's blushing horribly and Max, and all of her friends, smirk up at him. "He does?" He chokes out.

"Mmhmm," Lucas Sinclair says. "Says he thinks you're really cool."

"Definitely one of the best teachers here," Mike Wheeler adds.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Okay, very funny, guys. How're your essays going?"

They answer, but before Eddie goes to help another group, Will says, "he really does like you, Mr. Munson. A lot."

El nods earnestly up at him. "It is true," she says. "I know him."

"Thanks, kids. I'll keep that in mind." He gives them a smile, tries not to let their words get to him. When he reaches the next group, though, he notices his hands are shaking.

---

Gifts start turning up in Eddie's cubby. It starts with a bag of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from his favorite bakery. There's a small note that says "from your secret admirer," on the packaging. Every two weeks or so, something new shows up in his little mailbox; a woven friendship bracelet, a yellow rose, Hershey kisses, a delicately painted dnd figure that gives Eddie a small crisis because it's his own bard character, an Iron Maiden cassette, a bag of dice that almost brings him to genuine tears.

Eventually, he gets another note. This one is typed and reads: "I would love to have coffee with you 11am this Saturday at the Cafe on Main Street."

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He walks into the cafe at 10:50am, wearing his favorite pair of ripped black jeans and a burgundy button-down, his hair pulled into a loose bun. He doesn't recognize anyone there.

Eddie gets in line, studies the menu, and the little bell above the door rings. He whips towards the sound to find none other than Steve Harrington in little wire rim glasses, a butter colored sweater, and jeans the man must have painted on, Jesus Christ. Honestly, the whole thing is enough to give Eddie a coronary (and to, embarrassingly, chub up in his own tight jeans).

"Steve?" He asks. He's overwhelmed with the (stupid, stupid) hope that it's been Harrington all along. "What are you doing here?"

"Henderson asked me to meet him. He around?"

"Uh, no?" Eddie feels heat creeping up his throat.

Steve shakes his head, as though he expected as much. "You alone? We could grab drink."

"I can't believe this." Eddie hides his face in his hands, knows it's gone horrifyingly crimson.

"What's wrong?"

"My secret admirer told me to be here now, so we could meet," Eddie's misery slices through his words. "I'm such an idiot."

"I--your--what?" Steve stammers.

He gathers himself enough to look Steve in his hazel eyes and ask, "I'm assuming it wasn't you leaving notes and gifts for me at work?"

And he expects Steve to say no. To laugh and ask why he'd ever do something like that, but instead, instead he flushes a deep red. "O-only one note."

"What?"

"I, uh," Steve clears his throat. "I left you a note. On Valentine's Day. I--we weren't friends yet, and I wanted you to know how much I liked you. It's --uh--it's pretty silly, huh? Robin's--"

"Steve," Eddie interrupts. He's going to tell Steve that he reads the note often enough that he has parts memorized; that it's the kindest thing anyone has done for him, but what he says instead is, "Dustin Henderson told you to meet him here at 11?"

"Yeah. Said he had something to show me."

Eddie remembers running into Will and Dustin and their friends that day in the hall, the weird conversation in class, the dice and the miniature. Something must click for Steve at the same time because his mouth drops, blush getting somehow deeper.

"Oh my god. Henderson! I'm gonna kill him. They figured out I had a crush on you."

"They WHAT?" Eddie says, loud enough that several looks are aimed their way.

"I'm so, so sorry, Eddie. Holy shit, this is so humiliating. You have to believe me, I had no idea they were doing this. God, I'm really starting to think it is possible to die from embarrassment."

"You have a crush on me," Eddie says instead of any of the dozens of helpful things he could say.

"Um. Yes?"

Eddie takes a deep breath, straightens his spine, and asks, "You wanna have coffee with me?"

"I'd really like that." Steve's return smile is so beautiful, it makes Eddie weak.

---

Eddie Munson is making out with Steve Harrington in the backseat of Steve's BMW. He and Steve spent the day together. They've kissed for so long that the sun has set, both of their lips are swollen, their skin red from stubble, and Eddie is nowhere near ready for the night to end.

Steve breaks away, gently pulling their mouths apart, but arms still tight around Eddie. "Hey, what kind of gifts were they giving you anyway? The kids?"

"Oh," Eddie blushes. "Uh, cookies, a dnd mini, lots of candy, a set of dice."

"Oh my god," Steve says, he pulls a little more away. "Oh my god, I'm going to kill her, Jesus Christ."

"Who are are you killing, sweetheart?"

Steve groans. "Robin. She was helping them. We found a set of dice at this little bookstore and she told me to get them for you, and--" he breaks off with a helpless, frustrated noise.

Eddie doesn't mean to, but he starts to giggle.

"It's not funny!" Steve says.

That only makes Eddie laugh harder. "Your best friend," he squeaks. "And a group of literal children set us up. That's hilarious, Harrington."

Steve's mouth drops and for a second Eddie thinks he'll be upset, but then he's giggling too, his whole face crumpling into it.

Steve pulls Eddie close once the laughter subsides, his eyes trained on Eddie's lips.

"We could pretend we didn't get together," Eddie manages to say.

"What, like, make them think they failed?"

"Yeah. We could tell them I got stood up, but you and I hung out. Had a bro day."

Steve giggles again, and it's the best sound Eddie's ever heard. "I'm absolutely on board with this plan, but you should definitely kiss me some more."

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks, his voice low. "And what'll I get out of it?"

"Why don't you get over here and see."

As if Eddie could turn down an invite that enticing. He slides a hand behind Steve's head, drawing him in, and they're kissing like they never stopped. It only been a few hours, but Eddie knows--without a doubt--he's already head over heels.

[cwritesforfun]

Art Donaldson x Fem!Reader: Soulmates

I haven't written a soulmate fanfic in a while and wanted to... so you and your soulmate can hear each other's thoughts starting at the age of 18. You can only communicate back and forth if you're within 3 miles/5km of each other. Idk why I used 3 miles/5km, but I did. HEHE Y/N = Your Name SOULMATE'S THOUGHTS ARE IN BOLD ITALICS - if they're back and forth, it'll have their initials:) ** I do not own any of the Challengers characters or plot

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Y/N's POV

The day after you turned 18, the thoughts of your soulmate filled your brain. You could hear his voice saying the thoughts and the stress he seemed to be under.

After two weeks, you know a lot about him. He has a best friend named Patrick, flirts with a girl named Tashi, goes to Stanford, and plays tennis. His name was something you hadn't figured out yet. It's too bad he doesn't think about his name lol...

You go through 3 years hearing his thoughts and you like him a lot. He seems sweet and caring. His name is Art. He went through a positive affirmation stage and he would say his name in his brain like Art, you are good and kind. It was kind of funny.

Your parents would think you were crazy if you flew to Stanford for him. But you don't care... you want to meet him... your only hope is that Art stays on campus for spring break.

You arrive at the San Francisco airport, rent a car, and drive to Stanford. You see a grocery store and run in to grab flowers to give to Art. Men deserve flowers too... or at least you think Art deserves them... your thoughts may change after you get to know him, but maybe not.

You look up where the campus tennis courts are and you drive over there. You find visitor parking nearby and rush over to the courts.

(A = Art)

A - I hate today. Y/N - Wait can you hear this, Art? A - Uh Y/N what? Why can I hear you? Y/N - I'm at Stanford outside of the tennis court. You think about Stanford tennis a lot and I'm on spring break. So I flew here. A - Where are you exactly? There are so many people. Y/N - Not by the college tours, but I can see them! I'm by one of the doors and I have flowers.

One of the guys that has fluffy blond hair looks directly at you and smiles.

A - Walk over. You can sit over here by my stuff until I'm done. I have to finish this practice with my Coach or he'll be mad. Y/N - Ok.

You walk over to where Art is, he smiles at you as you sit down on the bench, and he returns to playing. You watch him as he plays. He's fascinating to watch and he's cute.

A - Stop thinking about how attractive I am. It's throwing me off. Y/N - Oh shit sorry, but you're cute. A - Thanks, you're cute too.

You open the book in your bag and focus on that instead.

You hear, "Hi Y/N." You look up and see Art smiling down at you. You smile, stand, and say, "Hi Art. I brought you these flowers. I think you deserve them." He smiles and his cheeks flush bright pink. It makes you smile as he takes them. He says, "I've never had a girl buy me flowers before. It's nice. Thank you. If I had known you were going to be here, I would've had some for you." You reply, "That's okay. There is always next time. I'm surprised Tashi hasn't bought you any. You seem to like her." He asks, "Are you jealous? You weren't in my life yet... She no longer matters though. Only you do." You reply, "I was a little jealous, but I understood... should we leave the tennis court or should we stay here all day? He laughs and answers, "Come on, let's go eat lunch. Are you hungry actually?" You answer, "Yeah I am." He grabs his bag, holds his hand out to hold out my hand which I take, and then we walk to his on-campus dining hall. He tells me about these chicken burritos and churros that he likes, so he gets me lunch. The campus is pretty empty, so the dining hall is only half full. You both sit next to each other near a window and you start eating.

Art asks, "So what made you decide to fly out to see me?" You answer, "I don't know. I hear everyone talk about their soulmates or dating. I just wanted to meet you because I wasn't doing anything for this break and I've been saving money up for travel in general. So I chose to spend my break here trying to find you, which I did fairly quickly." He replies, "That's kind of crazy, but I would've done the same thing to find you one day... I like having your thoughts in my head, but I was hoping we just miraculously ran into each other on a random day." You reply, "I can leave the building and re-enter pretending this is random." He laughs and says, "Please don't. I like spending time with you and that would mean you leaving." You smile and reply, "I really do find you cute by the way, sorry for thinking that while you were playing tennis." He smiles and says, "Yeah it was distracting hearing about my hair bouncing in the wind and my piercing eyes as I played." You smile and say, "It was nice to watch. I've never really watched or played tennis before." He asks, "Oh I'm glad you liked it. What sports did you play growing up or now?" You answer, "I did track and field for a while. Now I run for fun without competition or stressing out over my run time." He replies, "Cool."

You & Art talk for a while. You give him your number before you head to your hotel. He offered for you to stay with him in his dorm room, but you just met him and you like your alone time.

You take a shower and put on a different outfit. You relax and watch TV. Art said he had something he had to do this afternoon, but he wanted to take you to dinner.

Art texts you when he is on the way and you wait in the lobby until he texts that he arrived. You see him leaning against his car smiling and holding flowers.

Y/N - He is so cute. A - Thanks, you look beautiful.

You reach Art, he hands you the flowers, and you give him a side hug. You notice a box of chocolates and a bag of chips in the passenger seat. Art says, "I wanted you to have a few snacks for the week. I've heard you think about these both. You do like them, right?" You smile and say, "Yes I do."

You arrive at an Italian restaurant and you're seated outside. You enjoy the time talking and just getting to know each other better.

You hear, "Art? Are you on a date?" You see a girl staring at you with a guy next to her. Art says, "I am, Tashi. I see you're on one with Patrick."

Y/N - So this is the famous Tashi. A - I swear I don't like her anymore like that. Y/N - She's really hot. A - You're hotter. Y/N - You're hot too.

Patrick asks, "When did you start dating? And why are you blushing like that, Art? I thought you would've introduced us to someone that makes you feel like that." Art answers, "This is my soulmate, Y/N. She flew here to meet me and we're dating, yes. Y/N, this is Tashi and Patrick. Tashi is on the Stanford tennis team as well. Patrick has been my best friend for years and he also plays tennis." You wave and say, "Hi, nice to meet you both." Tashi replies, "That's crazy. How did you find him?" You answer, "Uh well Art has thought about Stanford tennis quite a bit so I assumed he was on the team. I flew here and just hoped he would be here for my spring break. I bought him flowers and I found him on the tennis court." Patrick replies, "What a coincidence that he was here and you knew that... flying here feels like something loverboy Art would do." You laugh and ask, "Is that like a nickname you have for him?" Patrick answers, "Art just gives his all in relationships and buys flowers all the time. It's nice to see that already being reciprocated." Art says, "Thanks, Patrick. That's actually really kind of you to say." Patrick says, "Oh also Y/N, he likes physical touch a lot. He will get very clingy. That is my warning to you now." You laugh and reply, "Ok thank you."

Patrick and Tashi head out... you and Art finish your dinner.

You spend the next week together when Art is not practicing. You explore parks, restaurants, coffee shops, and other random places. You enjoy getting to know him and Patrick was right, Art loves physical touch. Once you told Art that holding your hand was okay, you hold hands almost every minute you're together. You go out dancing with Tashi and Patrick where Art has his arm around your waist the whole night. You check out of your hotel early and stay with Art in his dorm room the rest of your break... it only took you three days to cave to Art's puppy dog eyes begging you to stay with him. He doesn't have a roommate, which thank goodness... He cuddles with you and he always is holding you. He's cute.

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[touteslespetiteschosess]

Love To Hate Me || Kylian Mbappé

Chapter 2 : Try Friends?

Chapter 1

Plot: Kylian's benched and now, so is y/n. What could go wrong?

Word Count: 1378

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"You're joking?" she scoffed, watching Enrique across his desk.

"Afraid not." he sighed, tapping the pen in his hand on the desk a few times, "Send your best team to Japan with us but you're not coming."

She sat up a little straighter in her chair, "Luis, I'll be able to effectively handle the team's image from Japan- where they are- you said that yourself."

"I said that when all of the risks to our image were going to be there with us. I need you to keep a close eye on Kylian, here. Stay close to him, maybe get to know him a bit, that way you'll be able to predict his next moves. I know you're good at that."

"The man hates me. I'll have James or Louis stay back here with him, they're just as good as me, and Kylian will actually speak to them."

"We both know you're better than your entire department combined."

"Clearly not, since I'm the one who let this entire disaster happen in the first place," she grumbled.

"You know I didn't bring you here for your good looks." Luis joked, walking around the desk to her side, as she stood up, a frown marring her face, "I know what you're capable of, this team doesn't. Show them the y/n I know. You show Kylian who's boss."

Folding her arms over her chest, she allowed him to guide her out of his office. "I was looking forward to a holiday."

He stopped in his doorway, as she carried on back to her own office a few corridors away, "Tell that to Kylian!" he called and she smirked to herself.

A day had elapsed since her meeting with Enrique and y/n sat in her office, typing rapidly on her laptop. The entire training centre was quiet since about 80 per cent of the staff had jetted off to Japan that afternoon.

Just her luck that her first holiday of the year would get cancelled just so she could hang back and work. Not that the trip would have been a holiday anyway, she would've been working, but she was supposed to have a few hours to explore Japan or maybe just lie in her hotel room in the dark for a while. That would be nice.

No, here she sat, alone in her office, not having said a word since she greeted the receptionists this morning. Her fingers had a mind of their own, flying over the keyboard before she even had to consider what she was typing.

Her stomach rumbled. Loud.

She hit send on another email and went to open one more when her stomach sounded again. Maybe a yoghurt wouldn't sustain her all day.

Hesitantly, she flicked her laptop shut and headed for the door before stopping in her tracks. She stopped and turned back for her laptop- she really didn't have time to spare eating lunch, so multitasking it was.

Quickly, she headed down to the canteen and got herself a bowl of chicken and rice as well as an apple. She sat alone- it wasn't like she particularly wanted to sit with anyone in there anyway. There were maybe ten people max in the hall. A few of the coaches, who were fairly low down in the ranks, so were subject to coaching Enrique's rejects- the loft. Said players were also scattered around the room, laughing in small groups together, not a care in the world.

She opened her laptop again and got back to work, starting to draft an email in response to l'Equipe, stating their reasons for excluding Mbappé from the Japan squad.

Here at Paris Saint-Germain, we are not only a team, but a family. We appreciate Kylian's incredible talent but we cannot condone-

"I hate this."

His voice made her head snap up and her face fell. He sat across the table from her- she wasn't sure when he'd got there. She scoffed, sarcasm dripping off her tongue, "Sure, you can sit here."

A scowl was painted on his face, his arms folded over his chest like a toddler throwing a hissy fit. "I hate this place and this stupid team. I shouldn't be training with them."

"What, you think you're too good for them?" she asked, bored, not glancing up from her laptop.

"Yes!" he exclaimed.

"Nobody likes a huge ego," she murmured.

"Well, thanks to you, nobody likes me right now anyway."

She looked up, meeting his eyes, "Thanks to you, really, I'd say."

He seethed, watching her through narrowed eyes, lips pursed, "I want out. I want to go back to my team."

"Well, I'm not the person to speak to about getting a contract drawn up but-"

"Not like that. You can't make me train with this new team. You can't bench me. I'm-"

"Kylian Mbappé?" she finished for him, "I know. You've said." Uninterested, she shifted her gaze back down to her laptop, declaring, "Maybe you should try being nice to them. Get to know them."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because whether you like it or not, your old teammates are in Japan and you're here. Until further notice, it will remain that way." she glanced across at the group of men, chatting and laughing as they ate their lunch, "That's your team now."

He was quiet for a moment- a miracle, she thought! Then, he reached across the table and snatched her apple, taking a large bite, "You're right." he said, through his mouthful of fruit.

"My apple!"

"You want it back?" he asked, holding the half-demolished thing toward her.

She grimaced, "You owe me an apple."

Standing up, he hummed, "Oops."

She blinked up at him, fluttering her lashes in a way that she had to know did something to him, "Goodbye." she said, in a clearly fake, sweet tone.

"So eager to get rid of me?" he mused, an infuriating smirk on his face.

"I've got work to do. No thanks to you."

"I'm on my best behaviour now, promise." he declared, strolling off.

She frowned at his retreating figure- conceited prick. Glancing back down at her laptop, she typed a few words and then stopped. Blankly, she watched the screen for a few moments, as a small smile crept onto her face.

Sure, he was still a dick, but maybe he'd quiet down now. He'd settle with the loft for now, two armies of lawyers would get to work behind the same, and maybe, just maybe, she'd finally catch a break from the two-week-long headache that had been plaguing her incessantly.

Y/n sat on her sofa, some Netflix show playing on the TV, though she hadn't heard a word. Finally, she'd replied to all her emails and drafted all the responses she needed to- for today at least.

Her phone buzzed and she scrambled in search of the device, before eventually fishing it out from down the back of the couch. She checked the notification: her best friend had sent her some reel on Instagram. She watched it, it was something stupid, which she responded to wth a simple double tap.

Almost instinctually, she navigated to her home feed and opened the first story to pop up. Her heart fell.

For at least a minute, she glared at her phone, as if she could stare so hard it'd turn him to stone on the other side of the city. God, how she wished it would.

Maybe Kylian Mbappé had much more going on in his life and didn't think about her as much as she thought about him. It was her job, of course, that was the only reason. Nevertheless, this felt like a personal attack, and she was more than ready to fight back.

She was not a loser and she wasn't a quitter.

He'd almost gotten off lightly, then he'd pulled this shit? He'd fooled her for a few hours and made her pay for it. Big mistake. He didn't know what was coming.

Sharply, she tossed her phone straight back onto the couch, with so much force it bounced back toward her. As she scowled at the plain walls of her apartment, she let out a loud yell. Who cared if her neighbours thought she was delusional?

"Fuck you!"

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[aomine-in-gensokyo]

Hey guys, Daiki Aomine here

Alright Satsuki, you're doing really well. Based on your research, you said this opponent was pretty tough too, yeah? But I think you and I both know that you'll be able to pull through. Hopefully others will recognize your efforts and give you some support.

There's a pretty interesting scene I want to cover today. It involves the dynamic between Momoi, Kuroko, and Aomine. For those who don't know, Momoi and Aomine are childhood best friends. They've known each other for a LONG time, and they're pretty close too. Even better is the fact that the two of them are really good friends with Kuroko too! (And ofc we know that Momoi has a crush on Kuroko)

Now take a look at this:

[Image ID: A picture of a sad Momoi. There are tears in her eyes. Kuroko (only visible by his blue and white striped shirt and beige pants) is on the far right. The text at the bottom is her saying to Kagami, "It's different from how I like Tetsu." End ID]

In this scene, Momoi explained how she and Aomine had a pretty major disagreement. She asked their coach to bench Aomine due to the possibility that he would be injured. Aomine was outraged by this, and ended up harshly insulting Momoi in his anger. Naturally, this hurt Momoi, so she ran off, leaving a distraught Aomine behind. She goes all the way to find Kuroko for some support, since Kuroko knows Aomine pretty well and because she trusts him. Now, she asks Kuroko what should she do because she thinks Aomine hates her now.

Now Kagami wonders why Momoi is so bothered by this anyways, since she's in love with Kuroko and not Aomine. The reason is what she stats above. Essentially, Momoi and Aomine's friendship, while separate of her romantic feelings for Kuroko, is still an incredibly powerful bond! Just like how she cares for Kuroko, she cares for Aomine in her own way. Kuroko does too, which is why he offers to help Momoi make it up to Aomine.

[Image ID: A picture of Kuroko rubbing Momoi's head as a form of support. He is smiling, reassuringly telling Momoi that, "Aomine won't hate you over that." She is sitting down, facing Kuroko. Kuroko stands in front of her, bending a little bit down as he placed his hand on her head. End ID]

Look how much he cares for her here! Kuroko is a really nice guy, and he'll do anything to help out his friends. Always reassuring them, always supporting them! There's no way he'd let both Momoi and Aomine be on such bad terms. If there's anything he hates, it's seeing his friends separate from each other! So I think it's pretty natural to see why Momoi loves Kuroko.

So ultimately, Momoi is a girl with a lot of heart to give! She cares deeply for those she's close with. This is especially true with Aomine and Kuroko, her childhood best friend and her crush. The two are very close to Momoi, never wanting to hurt her (in Aomine's case, he did not mean to do it, but he certainly did make a mistake). It's a really cool and cute dynamic the three of them share. They're pretty different individually (Kuroko is quiet, Momoi is upbeat, Aomine oozes confidence and some arrogance), but they all get a long really well! If this little excerpt interested you, then please vote for Momoi!

Daiki Aomine heading out

[punkrockmads]

Afraid

Abby Anderson x Ellie Williams Modern Au

Summary: Abby and Ellie are best friends. They're both on their college Softball team. When Ellie's confession of love drives a wedge between the two of them, Ellie uses anger to cope with her heartbreak. But what happens in the locker room after things get heated on the field during practice one day?

"I can't believe you got us kicked off the field." Abby grumbled, taking off her baseball glove and dropping it on the bench in front of her.

"It's not my fault coach doesn't call out your shitty throws." Ellie bit back, glaring at Abby. "Guess she likes you just like everyone else."

"So because you can't hit a ball you think it's valid to punch me in the stomach?" Abby asked, raising her voice as she stepped closer to Ellie.

"Well maybe if you'd have kept your stupid comments to yourself I wouldn't have fucking punched you!" Ellie yelled, eyes locked on Abby's. Abby towered over her, fuming.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Abby screamed, shoving Ellie away from her. Ellie's back hit the lockers behind her with less force than she had anticipated. "Why do you hate me all of a sudden?!"

"Why do I hate you?!" Ellie yelled back, her face red with anger and frustration. "Because you're fucking perfect!!" She didn't even realize what she was saying anymore, spilling out all of her own insecurities and worries into the tense atmosphere of the room.

"Everywhere I go all I hear about is you and your stupid fucking straight A's and your fucking full ride scholarship and your fucking incredible athletics!!" Ellie took a frantic breath. "Everywhere I go people always talk about how nice you are and how caring and funny and smart you are!! I'm even an afterthought to my own fucking friends!! And what pisses me off the most is they're all fucking right!!"

"You hate me cause I'm nice?" Abby was in awe, her voice quiet and laced with confusion.

"I hate you cause you're everything I'm not!" Ellie's voice lowered just barely. She threw her hands up in frustration. Not knowing what to do with them, she laced them in her hair, pulling harshly at the dark locks. It made her scalp burn but distracted her from the ache in her heart. "I'm not smart... or kind... or funny." Ellie's voice grew quieter with every word, the tears that she'd been holding back finally spilling down her cheeks.

"I'm not good at everything I... I even fucked up being your friend and made you hate me. I don't deserve you. I never did." Ellie remembered the day she told Abby she was in love with her. She remembered the feeling of her heart shattering as Abby silently turned and ran away, leaving her in the hallway consumed by her thoughts.. Ellie squeezed her eyes shut, too distracted to hear Abby move to stand in front of her. "I fuck up everything." She said, more to herself than to Abby.

"Ellie." Abby's voice was soft. She carefully placed her hands over Ellie's, delicately uncurling her fingers from her pained scalp. She took Ellie's chin between her fingers, searching for any signs of protest. When she found none, she leaned in, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to hers. Ellie gasped, her tears halting. Abby was careful, giving Ellie the opportunity to pull away if she wanted to. To her surprise, the shorter girl slowly deepened the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut.

Abby slowly moved her arms down to wrap around Ellie's waist, pulling her body against hers. Ellie's arms found their way around Abby's neck, draped loosely over her shoulders. After a moment, Abby broke the kiss.

"Oh, Ellie." The taller girl whispered. "You are smart." She planted another kiss on the now silent girl's lips. "You are kind." Another delicate kiss. "You are funny." Another kiss, this one slightly deeper. "You are perfect in every way." She gave her one more kiss before pulling away to look at her. Ellie's eyes welled up with more tears as she looked up at Abby. She sniffled, her eyes quickly moving to look at the ground.

"Then why did you shut me down?" Ellie asked, her voice as weak and fragile as when she had confessed her feelings to Abby last month.

Abby felt a pang of guilt in her chest, remembering how heartbroken she had made Ellie solely because she was afraid. "I... I was scared." Abby said with a hint of shame in her voice.

"Of what?" Ellie blinked back tears. Abby took a deep breath and sighed before guiding Ellie over to one of the benches. She sat down, Ellie quickly following her lead.

"How I felt." Abby mumbled. "I was scared of how I felt." Ellie looked at her with soft eyes for the first time in weeks. She understood. How could she not? "It was new and- and scary and I didn't understand why I had been feeling like that for years and when I finally realized it was love... I was too late." Abby sniffled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. "I had already messed up."

Ellie wrapped an arm around Abby's back, rubbing her muscular arm. Abby noticeably relaxed, resting her head on Ellie's shoulder. "You could've told me." Ellie said softly. "I know how scary it is. It makes you feel like you're not normal."

"I was so fucking scared." Abby nodded, a tear falling down her face.

Ellie kissed the blonde's head sweetly, squeezing her closer. "I know. You're okay. It's all okay."

"I'm so sorry." Abby sobbed, her hands moving to cover her face. Ellie felt her own tears flow from her eyes. She gently took Abby's hands in her own, placing them against her chest.

"It's okay, Abby." Ellie cooed, trying to stop her own cries as well as Abby's. She turned to lay her legs on the bench, leaning her back against the wall and holding her arms out for Abby. Abby instantly obliged, carefully maneuvering herself to rest her head in Ellie's lap. She took one of Ellie's hands, kissing her bruised knuckles as the smaller girl undid her ponytail. Ellie gently ran her fingers through Abby's soft blonde locks. Neither of them worried about who could possibly walk in and find them in such a vulnerable state.

"I love you." Abby confessed quietly, her voice echoing slightly. "I think I have for a long time now. And I didn't realize it for so long."

"I love you too, dumbass." Ellie smiled playfully, sniffling and wiping her face with her hand.

The two stayed there in silence for a moment before Abby spoke. "You know we're definitely suspended from the team, right?"

Ellie chuckled, Abby joining her as their smiles grew. "Yeah. I know."

[biillys]

Heather & Chrissy being FRIENDS. Sleep over with prank calls! Practicing kissing! we were robbed by the Duffer's lack of forethought.

you sent this forever ago i am so sorry i'm terrible at seeing sideblog notifs and just replying in general omg but LITERALLY!!!! Literally.

we deserved okay we DESERVED heather and chrissy bestie moments.

we deserved chrissy hanging around the pool, billy being on duty so heather and chrissy can fuck about.

heather hanging back and waiting around for cheer practice to finish, her and chrissy walking to whoever's giving them a ride from schools car, arm in arm.

heather being judgemental as fuck about chrissy's parents, but being on her best behaviour during every dinner she has with them cos she knows chrissy's already Trying to Cope, and heather doesn't wanna create any unnecessary drama. but also you can bet your ass heather's had a few Choice Words to say to chrissy's mother, straight to her face, in the privacy of the cunningham kitchen, while chrissy's oblivious and taking a shower.

them staying up so fucking late that it circles right back around to early, sharing a bed, sometimes doing dumb teenage shit, giggling and bitching and maybe some kissing, totally chill. but sometimes it's been a bad night on top of a bad day on top of a bad few days and instead of a fun sleepover, it's a cry and vent sleepover, a sleepover where they wonder about how the fuck they're ever gonna get out of this town, out of this house, in one piece. or chrissy wonders, heather supports. is there to help and talk and plan and fucking hold. can be there to grip chrissy's hand so fucking tight that chrissy will know she never has to worry about being left behind.

heather literally Hating jason. jason thinking heather and him are chill becos heather and chrissy are besties and heather and billy are besties and jason himself is dating one of those people and is Bestest Of Friends with the other so obviously him and heather are besties, y'know, by default. thinks every time heather threatens him with bodily harm, she's just jokin’! anyway she's not lmao they will never find his body. billy literally has the shovels and the alibi ready to go.

heather and chrissy both being cheerleaders and on the team together is fun and i love that a LOT but also love the idea of heather not being a cheerleader, but just coming to all the games anyway. supporting from the stands! like yeah, billy's out there playing his lil heart out etc go team but like. chrissy. jumping dancing flying. heather HAS to see that. (billy; later: [ranting about shitty coach calls] did u even see that mess that i barely salvaged? heather: yeah, you made the hoop, good job whatever have you seen chrissy? billy: i literally got fucking benched okay your girlfriend will reattach herself to your side when she can, can we please focus on me for just one single fucking minute?)

heather and chrissy shopping expeditions. sometimes featuring max on the occasions where she's hanging around the pool and annoying billy, so heather cuts them off mid argument and says max is coming with her. billy breathing out a thank fuck before max holds out an expectant hand with an eyebrow raise, so billy hands over a couple of notes, still pissed, and max smiles like an angel at him before turning to heather, all 'you're right, that was almost too easy.' heather and chrissy laughing before smiling sweetly at billy before they all leave, billy just like 'the fuck just happened??'

them applying for the same colleges!!!! dreaming of moving to the same place!!!! organising and going to gigs together!!!! driving around town with the music blaring when heather gets her license!!!! literally they are best friends okay. Okay.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

hey sorry to be a bother but, do you think you can write a scenario with kai's s/o going to pick up kaito and haru from school? since they're mafia kids I'm sure they aren't treated the best, even by parents. how do you think a hormonal and pregnant angel would deal with the rudeness of others towards her son and haru who's practically her mom. tbh I feel like haru would slip up and call her mom one of these days XD

I woke up in the mood of beating someone up so yeah sure :v

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Luckily Chisaki allowed you to get out of the house without a body guard for once this time.

Him and the eight precepts had some... business to take care of, so neither hin or even Kurono could get to that school and pick your deviant and Haru.

You didn't mind it though, so you simply put on some shoes, with certain difficulty due to your baby belly but whatever, and got out of the house.

You were starting to notice the judgmental or even pitiful stares already from other parents as you walked on that place... and you honestly weren't in a good mood.

Your first pregnancy were full of deadly kicks from your baby boi; but this one? You were a storm of emotions.

Seriously, just yesterday you cried in your husband shoulder because you saw Chrono killing a bug.

"They had a family Kai!" You whined while he let out a irritated sigh and patted your head.

"They didn't. Those things arent like us. Im sure of it." He answered coldly and winced a bit when you let out another sob and almost crushed his chest.

Yeah... you werent exactly the most instable person on your first few months... at least it was getting a bit controlled when the time passes and after the medication, based on plants dont worry, that Chisaki had created.

Thank heavens for giving your husband to you because dear lord not even you were atturing yourself anymore.

"Mommy!" "Mrs Chisaki!"

Both kids voices broke you out of your thoughts as you smiled down at them.

"Hey you two!" You cooed, patting Kaito's head while he went for a hug while greeting Haru with a sweet smile "Ready to go?"

"Yep. This place stinks." Kaito answered numbly while taking your hand while Haru walked real close to your side.

You were just getting out of the gate before your ears catched something that left your blood boiling in absolutely anger and hate.

"Those two are the yakusa thugs?"

"Yeah, better keep a eye on those little shits. The boy is even the child of the leader himself."

"Overhaul? Tsk. Rascal hhas the features. I figure it, while the little bitch is from his commurate or something."

"Is incredible how the school allows those things to frequent!"

Your eye twitched violently as you clenched your jaw. Your son made a confused noise when you suddenly stopped and looked up at you with stoic eyes yet qorry evidently on his voice.

"You're okay mommy?"

"Is something wrong Mrs Chisaki?" Haru tugged at your shirt with a frow, before you shook your head a bit to pur on a smile.

You lushed the kida in your front and made them get up on a bench tk talk with them eye to eye.

"Kiddos. No matter what happens, do not ever imitate my actions. Got it?" You kissed your son's forehead and patted Haru's hair, careful with the arrows, and told them to wait in there a bit since those people weren't much away.

"Mom?" Kaito mumbled a bit aprehensive for being left all of the sudden.

You walked, still a forced smile on your face, before poking one of the woman's shoulder delicately.

"Excuse me?" You said gently, making the woman turn her head a bit.

Perfect.

You punched her hard on the face, making her fell on the ground merciless.

"WHAT THE-?!"

"One nore word spilling from ANY of you that I am giving you all a reason to fear THE YAKUSA." You said with emphasis while the other two woman helped their friend to get up.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She shouted while the other comforted her friend's tears.

"Me?" You muttered coldly, your eyes piercing at each one of them "I am one who is wrong? I don't remember EVER speaking bad about your sons or their friends..." you lowered your tone of voice.

Many years marriage with chisaki kai teached you the tricks for making someone scared to death.

"Next time, think about who exactly you're talking about. Seriously, how many years do you have to be speaking like that about two childs? This is just stupid." You turned your back, sending them one side glare "If I hear about any of you speaking about ANYTHING about my son or his friend... Im going to break your bones in half and then tell my husband to finish ths service." The womans quivered in fear while getting up "Are. We. Clear?"

Two of them nodded, but the woman you had pinched tried to attack you before you turned your front to her with a finger arched up, shaking him from side to side.

"Ah ah ah~" you said almost sadisticly "You wouldn't want to hurt a lregnant woman and got into the justice would you? And besides, speaking bad about toddlers isn't exactly... sociable accepted."

The woman stared at you for a few seconds before getting pushed by their friends away from you.

"Take that!" You flinched a bit at the two voices coming from your leg to notice Kairo smirking devilish qhile Haru poked her tongue out at them.

Oh boi...

Bonus:

"You got into a fight?!" Your husband almost shouted while he jumped from his coach and cupped his face while with his other hand subsconciously went to your stomach.

"Not exactly a fig-"

"Mommy punched a miss's face becaus eshe was speaking bad about me and Haru!" Kaito exclaimed woth shinning (E/c) eyes "It was so cool!"

"That huh?" Chisaki mumbled, morw relieved then before while pinching your cheek painfully "Dont ever force yourself like that woman, you're pregnant for God's sake." He growled as he pinched and pushed even more your cheeks.

"Come ooooonnn!!!" You whined, immediatly rubbing your sore cheeks when he let go with a scoff.

Your husband tsked while crossing his arms.

"Kaito go take a shower, you're filth." Kaito went to protest before Chisaki just gave him a look, making the kid grumble before he obbeyed anyway.

The moment the kid left, Kai took a black handkerchief from his pocket before yanking your wrist with his gloved hand and rubbing in your palm.

"I swear to fucking god you could get hurt." He muttered in anger while you let out a sigh.

"Thanks for worrying about me Kai. I love you too." You said in mockness, but also not lying.

The man only scoffed and continued on his cleaning, bit he couldn't hide it from you the way the point of his cheek were a bit pink.

Adorable.

[sickficsforthesoul]

here's a prompt ?(or whateverits called): not a request ! also  ، ¿ ¡ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა ! ?·＊·  anon or 🧛🏻‍♀️ anon(emoji form) .  : the sickie hates today so much. they had to go to school bc it was a important practice match they had to be in. but they got a stomach bug yay! good 4 them !! they woke up feeling like shit , they knew they were sick. they wanted to stay in bed . praying to any god that they weren't gonna be sick. they fell asleep again saying just to rest for a few more minutes (well it ended up being 30 minutes ) now they only had 30 minutes to get to school, they knew they actually had to wake up. running out of bed to get there clothes and change as fast as they could (they dont shower in the morning and they were to lazy to brush their teeth) rushing out of bed that fast made them all dizzy . great . now they're stomach hurts. yep they were gonna vomit. they knew they couldn't make it to the bathroom . so they found a place that could store it , they rushed finding something in their room . they searched their desk. feeling the vomit rising up. shutting their mouth bc they dont want their desk getting vomit on it. it was so strong it went in their nose. they couldnt hold it in anymore. throwing up in their desk  wetting all the papers. homeworks . they were gonna get in trouble at school. they had no hw anymore . well they were gonna be late to practice if they cleaned it up.so they ignored it. gagging at the smell of it. they finally finished their daily routine . they skipped breakfast (just like most of the times). they grabbed a mask and went to school . playing games on their phone to distract themselves.  sadly that didnt work . they got all dizzy , they put their phone. feeling too dizzy they nearly tripped . they countied waking to school. remembering they only had 5 minutes left they had to continue walking faster. they started running. while running they were thinking abt how they got sick. :: I prob  got sick from some1 in my class. yeah. they threw up in the classroom and they sat near me. they were probably coughing alot.. ew.. :: they arrived at school. going into the volleyball ball gym changing room. no1 was there . they were probably practicing.  suddenly they felt their stomach growl. it hurts so much. why today they ask. they wrapped their arms around them and it hurts so bad. when it kinda stop they had the courage to change into their volleyball club uniform and go to the gym. while walking there they started coughing.having a coughing fit made every1 look at them . they hated that . they really dont like  being the center of attention.  some1 from their team asked "hey you ok?" they just said yeah. the coach said to run 4 laps around the gym. uh how much they hated running. they only did 1 and a half.(END PT 1) they couldn't handle 4 laps. while some1 was running they saw them hiding (so no1 can see them slacking off) they asked "um?? what's wrong ? ud probably get in trouble if coach finds out.  I'm already on my 3rd lap . ig in  3 mins its over. r u just gonna stay here? and also if u act like this it the match . you'll get in big trouble. they just said "ok". when the coach said ok! they went back in the gym and prepared the net. they started a sneezing fit which caught som1 to give them tissue. they eventually stopped . they're nose is so stuffy they can barely breathe.  they really want 1 more tissue but they don't have any , they ended up using their arm as a tissue. well atleast only 1 person saw. every1 was practicing.  it was gonna end it 10 mins . they're shocked how they went so far. when they setted the ball they suddenly felt they're stomach grumble. they cant just suddenly go to the bathroom.  they had to wait. uh they started feeling nauseous and they silently stared gagging.  then came the wet coughs , they could feel the vomit loudly.  end . pt1

(contin.) they had to fake spike? idk . they didnt have the power to do so. obviously they looked like they were faking it. they're team lost, they honestly didnt care . then some1 hit then on their back saying to,work hard. some vomit came up . they swallowed it . they thought it tasted so bad. they started coughing really loudly.  every1 was looking (they had to rush to the bathroom but since every1 was looking they didn't want to make a scene so they didnt ) they waited till every1 wrnt to they changing room /club room.  finally every1 besides 1 person who was a benched player went to the toilet . oh no. they cant wait that there was vomit coming up they wanted to wait for at least 2 mins , but they couldn't only 36 seconds.  they started to vomit .  in their hands . dripping on the gyms floor. they couldn't make it into a stall so they threw up in the bathroom floor. threw up already half of what they had. they heard the doors unlocking from the bathroom (it was the benched player) they rushed into a stall so he couldn't see them  . they walked out and saw vomit.  they didnt care , they walked out like nothing happened. they were still vomiting , they didn't have enough strength to propt themselves up to puke inside the toilet,  they just ended  up throwing up on the floor . they thought they were done after dry heaving for 2 minutes.  getting up to go to the changing room to change into their uniform.  they didnt tie their tie properly but they dont care. going into their classroom late. like 10 minutes late. they got scolded for wearing their tie wrong and being late.also not bringing hw. yay good for them this class they didnt do anything. so they just fell asleep /WITH THEIR MASK ON!// pt2done

while waiting they double bagged the plastic bags to prevent in from seeping thru. one the bus came. the sickie regretted going on already feeling dizzy once they sat down , they sat at the back where no1 sits (although that would make them more dizzer, but they didnt know that) after 5 minutes of the ride (there was some traffic. normally itd take 10 minutes. but since there is traffic they didnt how long they'd have to wait.) "[caretakers name]...while wet coughing.mm candy." they rushed to give the candy. it soothed their throat for 5 minutes until making them dizzy . lying down on the caretaker,while they play with their hair. they fell asleep. after 20 minutes (still in traffic) they woke up to the bus driving. they woke up and asked for water. they drank the water in small sips. they didnt vomit. the they drank it quickly before spitting it out. then coughing. they nearly threw up. swallowing it . asking while coughing for the 'bag'. they grabbed it and held on it and tried getting it out bc they were very nauseous. they couldn't. until the bus continued moving. they're grip to it was very weak. the bus suddenly moving made their stomach growl. and letting of their bag to hold on their stomach. the care taker asked "what's wrong ???? you let go... r u gonna ..." "no. stop.u will make me.stop.talking abt it"(they hated vomit so much thinking abt it makes them gag) the sickie was shaking. they messed up dropping the bag and it flew away. they caretaker getting their jacket just incase yk they vomit. after the bus stops again. a couple and a 2 ppl (4 alltogether)decided to sit in the back. their stomach hurts so much... they started crying. the bus started moving more . 2 more stops till their stop. they gagged. letting go of their hand on their face. "I'm gonna-" the caretaker getting the jacket and hugging the sickie to cover them . they threw up on the caretaker. the couple moved away in disgust whilst the 2 other ppl stayed. just on their phone. "ppl r looking...." "I want to leave.. " "''dont worry , no1 is looking'' the care taker grabbed their bag looking for a (idk the word but it's like a towel but not , you stick it on some1 face and it cools them down) they place it on the sickie. they sickie just dry heaving at this point. they said "sorry.." it's ok. - ¿ ¡ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა ! ? / 🧛🏻‍♀️ , which haikyuu character do you think this is? also very bad prompt :). again,not a request.

This sounds a lot like Kunimi to me, but I'm also getting Kita, Ennoshita, and Jin (Soekawa) from this. Maybe Yamaguchi too.

For Kunimi, his primary caretaker is the sweet but helpless Kindaichi. Kindaichi really means well, but he's terrible at taking care of sick people, so he just makes everything worse for Kunimi in the end. The rest of Seijoh ends up helping eventually, but it's just Kindaichi for a while, and he does not handle that well. Kunimi basically takes care of himself while Kindaichi stands in a corner muttering apologies. After this incident, Kindaichi resolves to be a better caretaker and starts doing research and taking first aid classes later on.

Kita's primary caretaker is Aran. He's much more competent than Kindaichi and takes good care of Kita for as long as the captain needs it. There isn't much to say after the incident because Aran handles everything so well.

Ennoshita is stuck with the other benched 2nd years (Kinoshita and Narita). They're okay caregivers but nothing special. Ennoshita is the most nurturing of their trio, and with him out of commission, Kinoshita and Narita do their best to help their friend. Ennoshita still has to do some things for himself, but Kinoshita and Narita can at least know the basics of taking care of someone, so Ennoshita still has it better than Kunimi.

Jin gets two caretakers too because why not. His caretakers are Reon and Semi. Both are very experienced with taking care of others and are the unofficial team parents, so Jin has it very good. He recovers pretty quickly thanks to the excellent care he receives from Semi and Reon.

Yamaguchi's primary caretaker is obviously Tsukishima. Daichi and Suga try to help too, but Yamaguchi gets panicked by anyone who isn't Tsuki, so Tsuki has to deal with basically everything. Tsuki also ends up calling Akiteru for help because he's just so out of his depth caring for another person. Akiteru, on the other hand, took care of Tsuki for years and is a wonderful caregiver. Yamaguchi recovers well with the comforting presence of his best friend and the lovely caretaking of Akiteru.

[brites]

Goshiki gets sick at practice, gets scared and cries because he thinks the team will be disgusted but they're just worried and take care of him.