#applauding from the sidelines

[bumpscosity]

Actually all gravity falls shipping wars in back when the show was airing were hilarious. i once saw two ppl arguing abt wether pinecest or stancest was better like guys i think its better if we just throw both of you into the bottomless pit forever

[broken-clover]

Oh wow I was half joking about the 'Lara Croft and her homoerotic best friend' thing these bitches are GAY gay huh

[arts-i-enjoy]

Idk as i make more friends who are incredible artists or fic writers or even meta writers, the more I miss who I used to be. I feel like I used to be so creative and have so many ideas and now.....nothing comes. I just feel like I have nothing to offer and it really sucks.

[claudiatherelentless]

I'm imagining Portia tearing into Colin for ruining Pens chances with Lord Debling because hes the only man who would ever want Penelope until Colin just Destroys her with his declaration of love for Penelope and formal proposal.

bro i really really really hope we get the scene where colin calls on Penelope at the house to propose but lady featherington keeps assuming he’s there for literally anything else

until he explodes on her and stands up for penelope in a way no one ever has before (except for when she’s had to to do it herself on occasion)

[dragon-kazansky]

Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

Benedict bumps into you, quite literally, at a ball while trying to escape his mother's attempts to find him a partner. You decide to humour him with a dance, not realising just how entwined you would become with him. It seems the universe will find every excuse to push you and Benedict together, no matter how much you fight it.

{Masterlist}

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Season one

Chapter Four - Roots for friendship

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The ball was entirely outside. It was beautifully done. You had been in awe from the moment you arrived.

You left your mother's side in order to explore the grounds and see who and what was happening around you. The music was lively and many people were out dancing. This felt far more comfortable and free than the last ball.

You pass Colin Bridgerton, who is approaching Penelope Featherington. The poor girl is looking rather down. It is, unfortunately, well known that she had not danced at all at the last ball. Nor did her sisters, but you felt most for Penelope.

You were lucky to have even bumped into Benedict that night. Otherwise, you were sure you would have had the same fate as poor Miss Featherington.

The gown Penelope was wearing was much nicer than ones you had known her to wear. You had heard Portia had a habit of dressing her daughters in the most unruly shades of pink and yellow, sometimes even red. Tonight she looked rather lovely.

You carry on walking, leaving them to talk. Though you think Penelope would make for a good friend, you think she would rather talk to Colin alone. You wonder if perhaps there is something between them.

Cressida Cowper walks past you. She doesn't even look your way. You don't see how she approaches Colin, spills her drink on Penelope on purpose, or Colin stepping in to dance with his friend.

Your eyes land on his brother. Benedict is standing off to the side with his eldest brother. Anthony isn't paying much attention to his, though. Benedict nurses a drink in his hand.

You approach. "Good evening, gentlemen."

Both of them turn to you. Benedict smiles. Anthony bows his head in your direction.

"Good evening," Anthony greets you first.

"Are you looking for Daphne?" You ask. He nods. "I saw her over there with your mother."

Anthony glances over, but does not leave to join them. "Is she well?" He asks.

"Seemingly so."

Anthony takes your answer. As long as Daphne is well, all else is well.

You turn to Benedict. "Not dancing?"

"Haven't found a partner." He smiles.

"My card is empty," you say.

"I shall have to remedy that then." He finishes his drink and puts the glass down on the table behind him.

However, before he can ask for the next dance, the music quietens, and a voice calls out amongst the crowd. "I present Vauxhall's newest spectacle of illumination."

You all turn to see what's happening.

"Feast your eyes above."

You look up. All the lanterns above your head light up at once. You smile. It was quite beautiful. You applaud with the rest of the crowd.

You hadn't noticed that Anthony had drifted away from your side to seek out his sister.

"Shall we dance?" Benedict's hand came into view. You chuckled and took it. Benedict led you off to the dance floor, and you both danced to quite a merry tune.

You laughed and smiled. This dance felt quite friendly. No one could ever assume he was actually trying to court you. Not that anyone was paying much mind.

"It seems mother is too distracted. I might had a lucky escape after all."

You laugh at his words.

"Well, thank you for enlightening me regardless."

You both finish the dance with a bow.

"That was quite a lot of fun." He grins at you.

"It is good for one to enjoy a dance, do you not think?" You giggle.

He nods and escorts you back to the sidelines. Benedict catches sight of Anthony looking less than pleased at something. Benedict excuses himself and goes after his brother.

You find Penelope standing alone now. Colin nowhere in sight. You decide to approach. "Are you enjoying the ball?"

The poor girl looks startled as she turns to you. "Oh, yes. Quite."

She doesn't sound overly convincing, but you decide not to push her. You smile and introduce yourself properly. She smiles and introduces herself in return.

"You look lovely." You compliment her.

"Thank you. Mother had to stay home, so I was able to dress myself. Do you like it?" She smooths down the front of her gown.

"I do."

"You were dancing with Benedict, were you not?" She asks.

"I was. We have become friends, of sorts."

Penelope smiles. "Colin is my friend."

"The Bridgerton's seem like good friends to have."

"They are."

You smile at her and link your arm with hers. "May I keep you company a while?"

Penelope looks quite pleased by your offer. "Yes."

You decide to take a turn around the garden with her. You have decided if nothing else, this season you would make new friends in London.

As you finish your lap of the guests, everyone seems to fall quiet and turn off to the side. You and Penelope stop to look also.

There, entering the ball once more was Daphne Bridgerton. Right beside her was the Duke of Hastings.

"My word," you whisper.

Penelope says nothing as she watches the two. People begin to whisper. You would never have guessed that had any interest in each other after the dinner party last night. Tensions at the table had almost been unbearable, and yet, Simon leads Daphne to the dance floor.

As fireworks light up the sky and the music plays, they dance among the other couples.

Penelope slips from your arm to take a closer look. You watch them with a smile. They had seemed ao unlikely, and yet, the way they danced with each other made you wonder.

Anthony Bridgerton was seething. You could almost feel it.

Violet Bridgerton was thrilled.

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An invitation to the Bridgerton house was not something you were rather expecting so suddenly, but it seemed Benedict was trying to make you quite comfortable with the idea of visiting them.

He had stated to his mother quite clearly that you were his friend and should be allowed to come by as you wished. Violet had agreed with him and reminded you upon entry to her home that you were always welcome.

Funnily enough, it was not Benedict who greeted you right away, but Daphne. She smiled when you entered the drawing room.

"Are you coming too?" She asks.

"Coming where?"

"To promenade with us in the park." She checks her hair with her hand carefully.

"I was unaware you were all going out." You confess to her.

"You're more than welcome." Violet walks past you with a smile.

"I'd be delighted." You smile.

Benedict enters the room and smiles brightly. "There you are."

"Did you invite me for this on purpose?" You ask.

"Perhaps."

"Devious," you chuckle. "Still, a walk would be lovely." You turn back to Daphne. "I assume this has to do with the Duke?"

Daphne puts on a smile, but her eyes don't quite light up. You don't question it. "It may," she says softly.

Benedict offers you his arm. "Shall we?"

You take it and nod.

While Daphne would be with the Duke and chaperoned by Lady Danbury and her mother, the rest of the family were free to stroll at their leisure.

Benedict kept you on his arm as you walked with him and his brothers.

"It's lovely out." You comment.

"Yes, very." Anthony responds, but his mind is elsewhere. "Excuse me." He walks off in a hurry.

"What's wrong with him?" You ask.

"I do not know," Benedict sighs.

Daphne and the Duke have gone way ahead. Lady Danbury and Bridgerton are following them.

"Shall we walk this way?" Benedict suggests. You walk with him, Colin trailing behind with his younger siblings, Gregory and Hyacinth.

"How did your sister manage to catch the Duke's attention? Not that she isn't beautiful or witty enough to capture such a gentleman."

Benedict laughs. "Gentleman? I've never heard him described as such."

"You mean because he is known for being... well, a rake?" You ask.

"Precisely."

"Are you a gentleman?" You ask him, looking at him curiously.

"Of course. All us Bridgerton boys are."

You hear Colin try to hide his chuckle behind you. You smile. "Somehow, I question the truth behind that statement."

"You simply don't know us well enough yet. In the last few weeks you've seen very little of us." He looks at you.

"I've seen you a great number of times for someone I bumped into at a ball."

He grins. "Funny."

"Is it?"

"I think so." He continues leading you through the park. "Are you coming back to ours after?" He asks.

"I'd hate to intrude further on your family."

"Nonsense." Colin speaks up from behind you. "You're welcome in our home."

You smile back at him. "Thank you. It feels strange to become so close to a family I've only really gotten to know."

Benedict looks at you softly. "I rather like having a fresh face to look at."

You laugh. "Careful. If your mother hears, she'll be on your case about finding a wife again."

"She knows I shall not find one in you."

"Splendid. I am certain there is some fine gentleman somewhere in London who will suit me quite nicely."

Benedict chuckles.

♡♡♡

You find yourself back in the drawing room of the Bridgerton Estate. Violet had fetched tea for everyone which you were currently enjoying quite nicely.

Daphne was playing the piano quite nicely in the background.

"Two dances? With a duke?" Hyacinth asks, smiling.

"He was quite taken with your sister, Hyacinth." Violet says proudly. "The entire party was, for that matter. All eyes were on Daphne."

You smile at them as you glance at Daphne. She is focused on her piano playing.

"Are you sure the entire party was not simply eyeing a tear in her dress?" Colin asks, sitting next to Benedict.

You were sat across from the brothers. You give Colin a narrowed stare.

"Or some misstep she took on the dance floor?" Benedict asked.

"You two are terrible," you say to them. Both of them smile at you with boyish grins.

"I do wonder, Daphne, might we count on the Duke at the Crawford ball?" Violet asks her daughter.

"I should think it a fair chance."

"What about the Ramsbury ball, Friday? And what about the grand picnic?"

"We shall see, Mama."

The excitement was evident in Violet. She was happy for her daughter's chances.

As the youngest siblings discuss Francesca being away for the rest of the season, Eloise comes in with quite the question.

"How does a lady come to be with child?"

You choke on your tea.

Daphne stops playing.

"Elosie, what a question!" Violet exclaims.

"I thought one needed to be married," she says right after.

"Whatever are you talking about?" Daphne asks her sister.

"Apperantly, its not even a requirement." Elosie says.

"Eloise, that is enough." Violet puts a stop to this conversation.

Eloise nods and goes to sit between her two older brothers. Violet tries to encourage Daphne to carry on playing the piano.

"I take it the two of you know?" Elosie asks thr men beside her.

"Do not look at me," Benedict says.

You hide your chuckle behind your cup.

"Have you ever visited a farm, El?" Colin asks.

Benedict smacks him round the back of the head, nudging Eloise in the process, who growls in discomfort. Violet turns around to face her children. "I do hope the two of you are not encouraging improper topics of conversation."

"Not at all, Mother." Benedict says.

"In fact, we were just heading off to... take our sticks out."

"Colin Bridgerton!" Violet scolds.

"A round of fencing!" He clarifies.

You bite back a smile as Benedict rises from seat along with his brother. He looks at you with a grin and then departs.

Poor Violet looked like she was going to suffer from those boys.

All other conversations in the room are put on a halt as it is declared that Humboldt is coming.

Daphne rises in delight.

You look up at watch as Humboldt enters the room.

"Has someone arrived, Humboldt?" Daphne asks.

"Callers for Miss Daphne, ma'am."

Daphne squeals with excitement.

"But... the duke? You already have a caller, dearest."

"Well, I suppose now I have more." She says excitedly.

You rise from your seat and approach Violet. "I shall take my leave. I think, perhaps, you're going to be quite busy."

Violet smiles at you softly. "Yes, quite. It was good having you, dear. Come again, won't you?"

You nod with a smile. As you walk past Daphne, you smile again, tapping her arm gently. "Good luck."

She thanks you and you leave.

As you exit the house, you find many gentlemen making their way to the door. She did not just have one or two callers. She had many.

Daphne was a diamond after all.

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[oizysian]

You should totally write reader being an actor too and being in avengers and her character is a love interest of Natasha but her and Lizzie have been dating forever anyway. So her character has to be in a scene where Scarlett x R are lovey dovey and kissing and she’s a little :( Like she knows it’s the job but also upsets her to see her kissing other women, even if it is a friend that’s Scarlett. After she’s so possessive, she drags her off to the dressing room to claim her🤭

Jealousy, Jealousy | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairings: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: strap usage, dirty talk, mommy kink

Word count: 1.9k

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“Kiss me.” I whispered softly, my girlfriend looking deeply into my eyes before gently pressing her lips to mine, mindful of my injury so she didn’t hurt me.

I held her face in my hands and closed my eyes, the soft feel of her lips against mine almost bringing tears to my eyes.

Natasha pulled away and rested her forehead against my own, sighing as she realized this would probably be our last kiss.

“Cut! Beautiful, girls! Absolutely fantastic!”

The cast and crew applauded and Scarlett and I parted, smiling at each other proudly. The scene had been stressful, emotional and draining, but now it was over and it had been completed perfectly.

I looked over at my girlfriend who was watching from the sidelines, looking a little pouty. She was adorable, standing there by herself in her Wanda costume, eyeing us silently.

I made a move to walk over to her when the director caught Scarlett’s and my attention.

“Ladies, we’d like to do scene 22 again, if that’s okay with you both?”

“Sure, that’s fine.” I said, looking towards Scarlett who nodded in agreement.

We went back to our places, Lizzie’s pout deepening as Scarlett got on top of me on the makeshift bed, caressing my face softly.

“And … action!”

“You’ll be okay, I promise.”

“You can’t keep that promise.” I said softly.

“They won’t find you here.”

“They’ll never stop looking for me, Natasha.”

“I’ll kill them all before they touch you.”

“Stop,” I spoke against her lips, inching closer to her. “Just …”

She pressed herself against me, kissing me softly, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I let out a whimper, pulling her down on top of me and grabbing at her greedily.

She began to take off my shirt, kissing my neck as she groped at me.

“Cut! Thank you both! We’re done for today!”

Scarlett handed me back my costume and I smiled in thanks, slipping it back on before getting off of the bed. I rushed over to Elizabeth, excited to be done with filming and would finally be able to spend some time with her.

“Hi, baby.” I said smiling up at her, before realizing she wasn’t smiling back at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She averted her eyes, looking down at the ground instead of at me.

“Hey,” I said gently, encouraging her to look at me. “Talk to me.”

“Can we talk in my trailer? I really don’t wanna do this in front of everyone.”

“Do what?” I was afraid of her answer.

“Please, just, let’s go.”

She took me by the hand and practically stormed off with me. We made it to my trailer in record time, and I followed in behind her, closing the door behind us.

“What’s going on, Lizzie?”

She turned to face me, her chest heaving, her eyes dark.

“You seemed to really enjoy those scenes you were doing.”

I stared at her blankly, not following her.

“What do you mean?”

“It looked like you had forgotten who you belonged to.”

When her words finally registered in my brain, I flushed a deep red, realizing what she was saying.

“I would never …”

“Are you sure? Because I heard you moan for her.”

“Lizzie, I was just …”

“You were just what, hm, baby?” She approached me slowly, like a cat going after small prey.

“I was acting.” My voice was small, trembling as she pinned me up against the door, caging me in with an arm on either side of me.

“Sounded too real to just be acting.”

“P-please,” I whispered softly. “Lizzie …”

“Please what?”

I could feel her hot breath on my face and I couldn’t help but tremble with need underneath her. She was jealous and it was fucking hot.

“Show me who I belong to.”

“Have you forgotten?”

I shook my head.

She crashed her lips against my own and I melted against her, my mouth opening for her to claim me. She wasted no time in slipping her tongue past my lips and exploring my mouth. I moaned softly, grabbing onto her shoulders and pulling myself up against her.

She pressed her knee between my legs and my breath hitched, pulse racing as my hips moved against her strong thigh.

“Look how needy you are. Is that for me?”

“Yes,” I whined. “Only you.”

“I shouldn’t even touch you, the way you moaned for Scarlett.”

“I-I didn’t.” I whimpered softly, looking up into her eyes desperately.

“Oh no? Shall I ask them to play back the footage?”

“No,” I blushed deeply, knowing she was right. “Don’t do that.”

“Hm.” She put pressure on my core and I let out a whine. “Sounds like you already know what you’ve done.”

“I’m sorry.” I bucked against her and she pulled her leg away from me.

“You know, you’ll have to be punished now, right?”

I nodded, but pouted up at her, hoping to earn some sympathy points with her.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl. Now,” she took my hand and led me over to the couch, sitting down and patting her lap. “Lay down.”

I took a deep breath and laid myself down, my ass propped up on her lap. She ran her hand over the swell of my ass before tugging on my pants and bringing them down to my knees.

“Count.”

She rested her hand on my legs before smacking my ass.

“One!” I cried out.

Another smack.

“Two!” I could feel my tears building up in my eyes.

Another hit, and another and another before I lost count and I cried, grabbing at the pillows underneath me, sobbing into them. My panties were soaked and her hand slipping between my legs to check only made them wetter.

“You liked that, huh?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

“You’re completely soaked.”

I was so embarrassed. My hips jerked and my body trembled as she touched me through my panties, featherlike touches that I could just barely feel.

“Poor baby. Do you need me to touch you?”

“Yes!” My voice was muffled by the cushion.

She pulled my panties down my legs, letting them meet my pants and slipped her hand between my thighs, her fingers dipping in my heat.

“You’re wet like this just from getting punished?” I nodded sheepishly. “I should punish you more often.”

“No.” I whined. “I want love and kisses.”

“Is that what you want?”

I nodded again.

“What makes you think you deserve it?”

“I’m a good girl.” I said softly. “I counted just like you asked.”

“You did.” She agreed. “But, you also lost count.”

“That’s because you did too many.”

“I did too many?” She asked with faux sympathy. “Well, how many do you think you deserved?” Her fingers moved inside me and I bit back a moan.

“None.”

“None?” Her quiet voice came out surprised. “I don’t think that’s the right answer.”

“Two?”

She pumped her fingers in and out of me twice before she stopped moving completely.

“That’s it?”

“No, more!”

“No more?” She pulled her fingers out of me and I let out a whimpering cry, my hips bucking towards her.

“No, keep going, please!”

“I’m not sure you deserve it.”

“I do. I’m your good girl.” I wiggled my ass, trying to get her to touch me again. “I’ll be so good for you.”

“I’m sure you will.” She rubbed my ass, sure to be gentle. “Do you wanna suck my cock so I can fuck you, love?”

“Yes.” I sniffled and she helped me stand up.

I kicked off my shoes, pants and panties and went over to her bag, digging around inside for the strap I knew she kept in there for situations just like this. I brought it back over to her and got on my knees, making sure to not put too much pressure on my raw ass. She stood from the couch and slipped herself out of her own costume, dropping it on the floor beside mine and stepped into the harness I was holding out for her to get into. She secured it tightly around her hips, moaning as she sat down and stroked the cock at the apex of her thighs.

“Come here, pretty girl.” She said as she grabbed me gently by the hair, pulling me towards her.

I licked my lips excitedly as I approached her, sticking my tongue out so I could lick the tip of the cock.

“That's right, baby,” she guided my head down so I would take the shaft completely in my mouth. “Take mommy’s cock.”

I tried to relax as I took her into my mouth, breathing out of my nose and closing my eyes as she hit the back of my throat. From the sounds she was making, it was almost as if she could feel what I was doing to her. Her hips were jerking upward towards me and she was moaning softly, her fingers threaded through my hair, gripping at it tightly. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought she was close to release.

“I could cum just from watching that pretty mouth wrap around my cock.”

I squeezed my legs together, another gush of wetness spreading between my thighs. Sometimes I couldn’t believe the things she said to me, she was always so fucking hot.

She pulled me off of her, a trail of saliva went from my lips to the tip of her cock and she groaned at the sight.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” She helped me stand and brought me onto her lap, my legs on either side of her and her cock pressing against my core. “You’re gonna ride me, aren’t you, my pretty girl?”

“Yes, mommy,” I took a deep breath and led her to my heat, taking her slowly. “I’m gonna fuck myself on you.”

She leaned back, watching as I took her inch by delicious inch. She bit her lip and took hold of my hips, guiding me down onto her slowly.

“Look at that hungry pussy.” She said, almost in awe. “Look at how well you take me.”

I braced myself on her shoulders, nails digging into her soft skin, as I fucked her. The coil in my belly tightened as I rolled my hips against her, her hands sliding down from my thighs to my pussy where she played with my clit.

My hips jerked and bucked as she thrust up into me, pulling me down onto her and filling me up with her length. I clenched around her as I came, bringing myself closer to her and capturing her lips with my own, kissing her as I rode out my high.

She kissed me back and slapped my raw ass, making me jerk against her.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum again.” I whispered against her lips and she smiled.

“Cum for me again, baby. Cum for mommy.”

Almost on command, my body shook with pleasure, and I came against her again. She thrust up into me hard, prolonging my high and milking her cock with my greedy cunt.

“You did so good for me, baby.” She breathed against me, peppering kisses all along my face.

I smiled and nuzzled against her, burying my face in the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close, still inside me.

“You ready for a nap?” I nodded at her words and she held onto me tightly as she adjusted us on the couch, laying us down and cradling me close.

“Stay inside me.” I said softly and she nodded, closing her eyes and relaxing against me.

I sighed happily, kissing her chin and getting comfortable. Maybe scenes with Scarlett had its advantages.

[ellastone-olsen]

Beggin’ on her knees to be popular - Elizabeth Olsen

★Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x f!reader

Summary: New person with Elizabeth Olsen at the Golden Globes. It seems like a lot of attention is attached to you two, let's see what happens at the end of the celebration.

★Warnings: very little NSFW, fluff, hurt/comfort

★Word count: 1k

★AN: In no way is it an insult to the winners, just as a fan of Lizzie, this is my alternative version. It hurt me to look at her upset face my poor baby. I also changed the design of my fics a little.

The crowd of people grew larger and swallowed you up, taking you somewhere away. Celebrities and their partners arrived every minute, filling the once spacious street. You grabbed Elizabeth's hand so that these strangers wouldn't separate you in their haste. The event was starting.

A few hours ago, you sat on a chair in a room filled with books and watched as makeup artists put the finishing touches on the image of your beloved. Your mouth watered at the sight of her white dress, which made her look too much like a bride. She was beaming with happiness, but when everyone left the room, leaving you alone, the smile disappeared from her face. You stand up from chair and walked up to her, gently taking her hand to kiss it.

“Are you worried?” You asked looking at her, but her head was lowered and gaze was fixed somewhere on the floor. A hum of agreement was all she “said.” You sighed and took her face in your hands as carefully as possible so as not to ruin her makeup. “Hey look at me, I'll be there, you're always a winner to me anyway. Do you hear?" Her big green eyes expressed gratitude and she leaned towards you for a soft kiss. You stood opposite each other for some time, touching your foreheads, until someone entered the room to announce the arrival of the car.

Your thoughts returned to the present time, as you watched from the sidelines as Elizabeth posed for the paparazzi. Not a trace of that uncertainty remains. Now all attention was focused on your beloved and your heart swelled with tenderness and pride, cries of her name were heard from different sides and you were sure that today she would take the reward.

From somewhere, aftersound of gossip about the two of you reached your ears. “They came together?” “So those rumors are true, have you seen the paparazzi pictures?” A sigh of irritation escapes you, of course Lizzie was not the kind of person to advertise her personal life. You never put pressure on her in this topic and did not think that she was hiding or ashamed of you. But how much you wanted to declare to the whole world that this woman is yours, and you are hers. Another thing that you expected from this day was to dot all the i’s about you.

Everyone sat down in places that had been pre-allocated for everyone. You took a seat next to Elizabeth and placed her hand on your burgundy velvet clad knee and covered it, woven your fingers together. It seems like someone at the next table was staring at you. The day dragged on slowly and you were already starting to get annoyed by this leading man spawned from nowhere, who is he anyway?

A couple of times you stood up to applaud Emma Stone, she was your favorite among all these celebrities (unless of course you count the woman in white nearby) and you were sincerely happy for her victory. Sitting in one place was torture and you fidgeted in your chair waiting for a break, Elizabeth also noticed this and leaned over and whispered in your ear to be patient a little. 20 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes, lo and behold. The bell that signaled a break sounded like a blessing from above.

You were sewing somewhere in the labyrinth of corridors and Lizzie’s hand gently slid into yours. “There are two nominations left, very soon we will go home.” The woman clearly studied the plan of the event, unlike you. “When we arrive, we will celebrate your victory.” You stroked her hand with the pad of your thumb. Countless stars passed by, someone again looked with surprise, noticing your clasped hands, someone simply smiled. “Darling, I haven’t won anything yet, and maybe I won’t win at all.” The tone with which she said this sounded upset again. You stopped and gently pushed her back against the wall, your hands resting on her shoulders. Looked into her eyes and leaned in for a gentle kiss, ignoring the people nearby. Taylor Swift giggled a little as she walked by.

When your lips parted, your shaky breath hung in the heated air. Your hand found her again and pulled her somewhere into the far dark corner of the corridor, where there was not a soul to witness your teenage incontinence.

“Baby, not here, you’re going to eat all my lipstick.” Elizabeth laughed as your hands rested on her hips. “Mmmmm but you are so beautiful in this dress, and besides, I want these pessimistic thoughts to leave your sweet head and it seems...” The skirt of the dress was bunched up in the middle of her soft thighs. “I found a good way.” Your knee was pressed between her legs and she started grinding slowly the soft velvet fabric of your pants. “Mmmmmm Y/N.” She grabbed onto your shoulders for balance and you brought one hand down to her clothed center and stroked the sensitive bud. It was already so hot and wet between her legs, your head was spinning. "Lizzie...my love." Your mouth hovered over her collarbones, placing small kisses so that there would be no hickeys left.

The damn bell announced the continuation of the event and you tore yourself away from the woman with a roar, straightening the skirt of dress. “I hope you brought lipstick with you.” You giggled and earned a playful slap on your ass from her. "I love you too." You managed to shout before she disappeared into the toilet.

Lizzie’s nomination was approaching and you were nervous, picking at the pad of your thumb with your index nail to the point where it hurt to hold the champagne glass. “And the Golden Globe goes to...” You stopped breathing, squeezing Elizabeth’s hand tighter, all the next words came to you as if you were at the bottom of the ocean. "Elizabeth Olsen." The hall erupted in applause, Lizzie looking at you with a beaming smile. When you came to your senses, you nodded towards the stage. The cameras were trained on the two of you and before leaving, the woman leaned over and kissed you, not for the last time that day.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

could i request jax with a jumping spider acrobatic!reader who is very quiet but mischevious secretly?

(headcanons pls ^^)

Hehe I wrote this with my cat sitting on my back. Always, hope you likey!

Jax x acrobatic jumping spider Reader

★ Jax makes way too many spider jokes, mostly about webs which doesn't make sense because jumping spiders don't spin webs. His favorite being "what did the spider do when it broke its computer? ...Called the webmaster"

★ He likes to stand by and watch you do tricks on stage. Cheering you on from the sidelines and applauding you whenever you do a trick. And giving you a slow clap when you mess up.

★ Don't expect him to try and use the aerial cradle, tight rope or trapeze. The most he'll do is use a springboard. Unless of course you trick him or grab him to carry him up when he's not paying attention.

★ But beware, if you do that he will most definitely do something to get revenge. Perhaps put grease oil or syrup on some of your equipment?

[girlkisser13]

i think he knows

"he got that boyish look that i like in a man" "i am an architect, i’m drawing up the plans"

pairings: jason grace x fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. pure fluff and established relationship.

summary: you're caught checking jason out.

the sun beat down on camp half-blood's training grounds, casting a warm glow over the bustling activity. among the warriors honing their skills, there stood jason grace, his muscles glistening with sweat as he sparred with percy.

nearby, amidst the spectators, stood you, your heart racing with pride as you watched him in action. you couldn't help but admire the way he moved— graceful yet powerful, every movement calculated and precise. to you, jason was more than just your boyfriend; he was your partner, your protector, your everything.

as the spar intensified, jason and percy's movements became a blur of speed and skill, each one pushing the other to their limits. your breath caught in her throat as you watched, unable to tear her eyes away from the electrifying display of strength and determination.

suddenly, jason's gaze flickered in your direction, and for a moment, your eyes met his across the training grounds. you felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as you realized you had been caught checking him out. but instead of being annoyed, his's expression softened, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

with a wink, jason turned his attention back to percy, his focus unbroken as they continued their spar. you couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the realization that jason had noticed you watching him— and he didn't seem to mind one bit.

as the spar continued, you found yourself captivated by the sheer intensity of the battle unfolding before you. it was as if time stood still, and all that existed in that moment was jason and percy, locked in a dance of blades and lightning.

finally, with a powerful thrust, jason managed to disarm percy, bringing the spar to an end. the crowd erupted into applause, and you joined in, your heart swelling with pride as you watched jason bow gracefully to his opponent.

your heart swelled with pride as you applauded, your eyes never leaving jason's form as he made his way towards you.

"you were amazing out there," you said, unable to hide the admiration in your voice.

jason grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"thanks, y/n," he replied, pulling you into a warm embrace. "but i think i owe a lot of that to your encouragement."

your heart skipped a beat at his words, feeling a rush of love and gratitude swell within you. in that moment, surrounded by the sounds of laughter and camaraderie, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be-with jason.

and as the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to share moments like these-to cheer jason on from the sidelines, to be caught checking him out, and to be reminded, time and time again, that your love was as powerful and enduring as that sparring match.

[leaawrites]

Espresso (GR63)

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: after the Singapore Grand Prix, his girlfriend is the only thing keeping him awake. Like a shot of espresso.

Warnings: fluff (finally something happy), established relationship, Danny's last race (I'm still crying),

Wordcount: 1k

Masterlist, Short n'Sweet Series

Heat. Exhaustion.

Nothing else was going through anyone’s mind at the end of the Singapore Grand Prix.

Everyone standing on the sidelines felt the adrenaline still rushing through their blood, making them cheer and scream in joy of the results of their favorite driver. Lando standing on the top step once more.

With all the excitement around her, she couldn’t help but feel excited too. The grandstands buzzing. The adrenaline pushing away the feeling of the layer of heat covering her skin. Applauding to all of them who got out of the car, her eyes tearing up when her eyes lingered on Danny’s car for a second longer.

George had told her about the unforeseeable future. The sadness still lingered in her veins even when she saw him step out from his cockpit, walking with his head low. He knew it was gonna happen, she could tell he knew by the way he stayed sat in the car for a second longer, preparing himself for the final time. The final time stepping out from the car he loved for so long.

Squeezing his arm in an attempt of comfort as the man walked past her, she still waited for someone to walk towards her. She wished for the same smile that would grace his face whenever he saw her. The one that told her how much he appreciated her without using words. Looking around for his car and even standing on her tiptoes to gain that extra centimeters she might need to see him, his figure finally caught her eye. Stepping out of he car and having to double over in exhaustion.

A scared look flew over her features, decorating her hopes in concern, seeing her love this tired always made her chest churn. She hated seeing him like this. So small and fragile. She used to say, how he reminded her of a ceramic doll she was too afraid to touch in case she might break him. And with every time she said it, he assured her, that all he needed in those moments was her. That the touch she was so afraid to give was what held him together then.

She couldn’t get closer to him, the barrier keeping her a good distance away. But she saw him supporting his own weight while walking by leaning on the tires of the cars he walked by. He looked like a wounded soldier, finally getting the rescue he deserved. Her.

He felt the blood rush through him fully again, felt the parts of his body that before felt numb from exhaustion. He felt it all by a simple look of her.

The sweet smile on her lips, hanging on by a threat and only being there to make him feel better. His still limping legs moved quicker, collapsing into her as soon as she was in his reach. With his helmet still on he couldn’t feel her how he desired to. And she knew.

Of course she knew, she knew him good enough to know everything that made him feel comfortable or not. She knew how he liked when her finger stroked through his hair late at night to make him fall asleep quicker. She knew how he preferred to hold her close whenever it was possible, always a hand on her waist or their fingers intertwined, her back hugged against him and his arms over her shoulder. His hands or lips would always find her. And after races, he liked to receive a kiss in congratulations or encouragement.

Lifting his head from her shoulder, she helped him free himself from his helmet. As soon as taking it off, she could feel his lips pressed against hers. Still panting and breathing heavy. Still holding on to her with a tight grip just so he wouldn’t collapse. And if he did, at least she would go down with him.

“You make me feel alive, you know?” He mumbled against her lips, making her giggle. A blush rising to her cheeks and a slight roll in her eyes at his poor timing of confession. He still had to go weight himself and make sure he was alright, instead he was there, with her. “Like a shot of espresso, almost.”

“You have to go now,” she reminded him, handing him his helmet back and giving him one last kiss. “I’ll see you later.”

He nodded at her, looking back at the other guys, some still trying to find themselves, before he turned to her again. Looking at her like he had never done before. It was more intense, more meaningful. Another confession followed, “The whole time, while I was trying to keep the car from crashing into the barriers, you were all I’m thinking about. You are all I’m thinking about all the time.”

“I’m gonna be all you’re thinking about after tonight,” she joked, making him break out into a smile. Looking around to see if someone overheard their not so appropriate exchange of words meant to stay behind locked doors. “You were great, you really were.”

“I’m glad I could impress you,” he said, raising his eyebrows in a joking manner. Their banter going back and forth like it always would.

“You always do,” she said, her laughter dying down. “Now impress me and walk over to the check-up without stumbling.” she urged him, lightly pushing his shoulders to make him go back to his duties and do what he was supposed to do this whole time.

He rolled his eyes and groaned as he straightened his back. Turning around he tried to walk as steady as possible, and besides slight wobbly legs, he walked over to where Franco stood, just fine.

Putting his hand on his back to congratulate him on the incredible drive he delivered. Singapore wasn’t an easy track, everyone knew that, but with the effect she had on him, he was able to push through it all. Crossing the finish line just to see the proud look in her eyes she wore whenever he left the car still in one piece.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Inarizaki’s Manager

Manager Defends Inarizaki

Inarizaki x Gn! manager

Warnings: swearing (?)

AN: this is a request from @plutoistireddd!

Being the manager for such a stoic team isn’t easy

They have high standards and literally work their butt off to fill them

They can be dramatic at times, namely two specific individuals 👀

So needless to say, finding you, our unbothered, calm angel was a blessing for these boys

Literally nothing rattles you

When Atsumu is aCtInG lIke a ToDdLeR you simply ignore him and move on

When the twins fight, you simply assure nobody else is in harms way and walk away 💅

You are probably the calmest person anyone has ever met

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi adore you

Literally you provide the chill they need without the dramatics

Like when Atsumu gets all worked up, you simply say “Sumu you are literally the best high school setter in Japan right now, what do you have to worry about?”

Atsumu 👉🏻😐🤨 you’re right YN!

Literally there’s absolutely nothing that phases out sweet Yn

Onetime, you were walking back to the gym and the water bottle carrier broke, spilling water bottles and water all over the floor

The team thought “this is it, this is the one!”

Suna was ready with his phone 📱

Kita, Aran and Ginjima were ready to calm you down

But nope, you just shrugged and said “well now I won’t have to mop the floors tonight” as you went, grabbed a mop and cleaned up

The guys 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Literally they were convinced nothing would ever break you

But what they didn’t realize is that their precious Yn had one weakness and they were too silly to see it

To outsiders, it was obvious how much you carried for your team

You would do anything in your power for them

You carried for them all like friends and family

So when Inarizaki made it to Nationals, their cheer section followed

And while you appreciated the support, you knew first hand how annoying and awful they could be

Sure they were supportive but they could also be huge jerks

During the game everything remained pretty neutral

When Riseki, our precious first year was up to serve and panicked, the crowd started in on him

That’s when your irritation started to grow

It had happened at other games but you we’re definitely reaching your limit

You tried your best to remain calm but it was difficult

During the final set, the crowd was all over the place

Boos and cheers were intermixed and your agitation only grew

“YN you ok?” Coach asked, noticing your balled up fist

You simply nodded, “trying to find your chi” as Hinata would put it 😂

When they twins quick was stopped by Hinata and Kageyama, you watched the ball fall as the boys frantically chased for it

You knew it was over and you knew what was about to happen

But unbeknownst to the team, you weren’t going to deal with it

Kita called for the boys to line up as you quickly followed

Akagi, Suna and Kita all watched you come to stand in front of the team

Your arms crossed and you stood in a power stance, protecting your boys

Suna was so mad he didn’t have his phone 😅

“ALRIGHT LISTEN UP!” You screamed as the crowded settled

The guys rn 👉🏻 🧍😐😳

“They boys played their hearts out and sure they have regrets but I swear, if I hear ONE BAD THINGS about them, I will personally ruin EVEDY SINGLE ONE of your pathetic lives! This is the time when our team needs support and if you can’t BE that support, then walk your butts right out that door and never come back!” You shout as the crowd all look at you

The team 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

The crowd 👉🏻😳🫣

The coaches 👉🏻😐😏

You 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Suddenly the crowd starts applauding as the team stands there

“YN is right, these boys played a fantastic game?” Someone yelled

You nodded, happy with the outcome as you strolled off the court and to the sidelines, grabbing your stuff and heading out

The boys silently followed you, Kita in the lead as he spoke

“Umm YN,” he said

You turned around, putting your hand up to stop him

“Kita don’t thank me. I love you guys and I’ll do anything to protect you. You played your hearts out and while I’m sure you have regrets, that match was beyond amazing and well, today just happened to be Karasuno’s day,” you smiled as the boys all started to cry

You set your stuff down, going to hug them as a team

“I gotta say Yn, that was pretty badass,” Suna added

“I’m actually surprised it wasn’t Atsumu who finally broke you,” Osamu said

“Hey! I’m not that hard to deal with!” Atsumu said

“Oh you definitely are Sumu but we all just deal with it because we love you,” you say 🥰

Atsumu 👉🏻🥲 pain

[esthelle-wanders]

The Chain: Dancing Headcanons

Because this poll sparked a train of thought, and it’s such a fun concept to explore!

Fairly detailed, so more beneath the cut:

Sky was actually the hardest— but I think he’s the kind of dancer who’s good, but you don’t really notice because he’s not trying to make it beautiful. His swordsmanship is graceful, powerful, and focused, and enough carries over from that to make footwork easy for him. When he’s dancing in a group, though, it doesn’t even occur to him to apply that degree of care and attention, because he’s relaxed and just having fun. He’s game to try anything and learns steps very quickly, but his stamina has limits. Takes frequent breaks and is definitely on the sidelines for the final stretch, applauding and/or nodding off. Likely to get a little goofy when he’s with a group of friends, if somebody pulls off a silly stunt he’ll try it too. Never steps on anybody’s feet.

Time doesn’t really dance in public. We all know he can— those moves in Majora’s Mask were smooth as butter— but most of what he knows is relatively “strange,” things he learned from the Kokiri or his Goron friends or Skull Kid etc., and while he’s not shy or secretive about it, it’s not the kind of thing he wants to exhibit to a room full of strangers. He’s learned from Malon too, so he’ll dance at home or at their own festivals and gatherings, but drag him onto a random floor and he’ll play up being awkward and uncoordinated until you leave him alone.

Wind is an excellent dancer! Kinda like Sky, though, he doesn’t see it as an art form. He has an outstanding sense of rhythm and general musicality; on top of that, he picks things up almost instantly, and can improvise at the drop of a hat. Can and will dance with anyone, anywhere. However, I think he prefers the styles he’s used to from Outset and Tetra’s ship— lots of stamping, clapping, flinging one another about, and singing until it becomes a test of endurance and you collapse. The kid’s all about exuberance, pulse, and the communal aspect— he’s the one pulling people onto the floor, he likes to set the pace, and he’s usually the last one standing— but as long as the music’s good, the aesthetic of the thing is kinda irrelevant to him. (Music does matter to him, though. Screw up the rhythm and he will canonically call you out in front of everybody, RIP Legend).

Twilight doesn’t strike me as a dancer. He knows his own from Ordon, and probably a few “elite” numbers from Castle Town, but he’s only really there for the camaraderie. Gets mixed up a bit and steps on a few feet, but he’s so good-natured about it that nobody minds. Solid stamina, but he’ll drop out relatively early so he can watch and talk to people. A dedicated hype man. I think he’s also the type to get a bit wistful, lonely, and withdrawn as the night goes on, so it’s a good idea to look out for him as much as he’s looking out for everyone else.

Four’s largely an enigma, because he’s the friend at the party who sits at the table and “people watches” all night. If he’s feeling especially sentimental you could probably drag him out on the floor for one or two dances, and he’s pretty decent, but it’s just not his thing. Not that he isn’t participating— he’s collecting memories like everyone else, but he likes to observe, and trade quips with whoever’s dropped out at the moment, and think his own thoughts. You can tell he’s really paying attention, because if anybody reminisces about it later and goes “does anyone remember when —?” Four is the one who recalls exactly what happened. The decisive authority on any disputed chain of events. Rather heartwarming, and shows he really cares (but also he has so much blackmail material).

Hyrule is like the polar opposite of Sky— his footwork’s shabby and he lacks poise, but his movements are so natural and agile that he’s delightful to watch in his own careless, homegrown way. Context and setting really matter with him: he‘s self-conscious in a high-class establishment, but put him somewhere he’s comfortable and he’s the one pulling goofy stunts and teasing people. In the latter environment, he’s the type who gets swept up in the experience and starts laughing. Frequently botches the rhythm, and it takes a while for him to warm up to the locale and the crowd, but once he gets going his endurance is high and he’s there until the music stops or everyone goes home (he may or may not be an extrovert, but the boy LOVES people).

Warriors is a mixed bag— he has beautiful posture, careful footwork, and he’s exceedingly graceful, but like Hyrule, how comfortable he is depends on the setting. Unlike Hyrule, though, he’s far more confident in a formal environment, because he knows what to expect and it’s easier to keep track of people. Dance is more of a social rite for him— not one he dislikes, but not the best conductor for vulnerability or expression. This seems ironic, since he’s also very familiar with the highly informal contexts he encountered during the war— impromptu dances in the barracks or around the campfires between campaigns, along with whatever he’s picked up from moving from place to place and interacting with citizens. To him, though, this is just another facet of dance as a social tool— a way to get to know other people on their own terms and in their own way. This doesn’t mean he’s cold or detached about it; on the contrary, he genuinely values it as a way to bond with people he cares about. It does mean that he’s not very demonstrative or inventive as a dancer, and unless there’s a social reason not to, he’ll also drop out fairly early to talk to people and keep tabs on everyone. He and Twilight are sideline buddies.

Wild’s a better-then-average dancer, but he gets moody, so it really depends on the day. When he’s feeling it, he’s smooth, playful, and creative. Like Time, he knows a “strange” smorgasbord of dances (possibly more than Time knows, though arguably less odd overall), but he doesn’t mind performing them wherever he is, and he isn’t afraid to play around with strange combinations during any given set. Since bits of his knight training have stuck, I figure he’s the type who can be comfortable virtually anywhere— not because he learns the dances quickly, but because he’s probably done something similar before, even if he can’t remember. On more melancholy days, he’s circling the periphery, chatting with Twi or sitting quietly with Four. The self-designated photographer, also has lots of blackmail. The mood and atmosphere have a big impact on him— tense situations really stress him out, but if everyone’s happy, he probably is, too.

Legend is, to nobody’s surprise, the best dancer of the group. Hands down, no contest, everybody else go home. Not only does his travel experience give him the broadest collection of styles, genres, and traditions to draw from, but he possesses the complete Triforce that nobody else quite has together: poise, care, and expression. Outstanding form and balance, and confident enough to make it his own, but he’s also invested in doing it “the right way,” and rarely mixes styles. Has mastered both focus and ease— everything is deliberate, but it looks almost nonchalant. Honestly enchanting to watch. He won’t dance every number, and he spends at least half the night heckling from the sidelines, but once he’s on the floor he’s serious. So good that you won’t even notice if he gets a liiitttle bit off-beat. (Wind will, though. Wind will notice. And Legend will take offense every time. One of those things in life to be relied upon).

[newtonsheffield]

I can’t get the image out of my head of Blushing all the way Home Kate sat next to her Grandfather at Anthony’s Harlequins games. Kate wearing a Harlequins scarf in support of Anthony and Poppy Sharma with his arms crossed wearing a Leicester Tigers Jersey and Scarf.

“He’s very talented, your Anthony.” Poppy Sharma huffed as Anthony tackled a Bristol Bears player by himself, the impact nearly audible from their seats. “I’ll give him that.”

Kate chuckled, “Wow, that sounded painful for you, Poppy.”

Her grandfather looked affronted. “I like Anthony. You know I like him. He’s a good man, he’s good for you.”

Kate nodded, clapping for Anthony as the play reset. “He could get you a Harlequins Scarf, you know. It would mean a lot to him.”

“It’s the most painful thing in my life, Katie. Your Anthony playing for this team. I’ve been a Leicester supporter for 56 years, I’m not stopping for him.”

She knew there’d be pictures of them everywhere tomorrow. It had become something of a joke online. Poppy steadfastly wearing his Leicester supporter’s gear, standing to cheer for Anthony’s brother in law when he took Down Anthony himself 2 metres before the try line. Anthony himself played into it, Posting photos of the two of them together after the matches

I’ll win him over one of these days.

“You could convince him to transfer to Leicester you know. Basset could make for him in the locker-room I’m sure. I could cheer for him then.”

“Poppy,” Kate rolled her eyes. “This was Anthony’s Dad’s team. His career started here and it’s going to end here as well.”

Poppy gave nod of begrudging respect. “Well, he’s loyal. I respect that I suppose.”

“He’s got you a Ticket to the England Scotland game next month.”

Kate saw the shift in him, his eyes widening, “Has he?!”

“Of course.”

“In the box, or the side line?” Poppy gasped.

“He knows you prefer sideline.”

Poppy gasped excitedly, “I’ll pay him for them.”

“Don’t be silly, they’re a gift. You’re with the rest of the family.”

“Well, I look forward to it.”

Sure enough, Poppy settled next to Kate a month later, his coat bundled tightly around him just as it had been the entire journey there.

“Why do you still have your coat on?” Kate narrowed her eyes at her Grandfather, suddenly suspicious.

“It’s chilly.”

“You never wear your coat, you unbutton it so everyone can see who you’re supporting.”

Poppy shrugged, an innocent look on his face “Ah well.”

“If you are wearing a Scotland Jersey under there just to spite him I am not bringing you anymore.”

She only grew more suspicious when he started to fidget in his seat as the crowd started to thrum with energy as the teams stood in the tunnel. And panic rose in her chest as Anthony started leading The English team onto the pitch and Poppy stood in his seat.

“Anthony!”

“Poppy what are you doing?!”

“Anthony!” Poppy hollered again and it caught his attention this time, Anthony turning in his direction. And finally Poppy took off his coat to reveal an England Jersey, Anthony’s number emblazoned on it, his name stretched across the back.

Anthony’s face lit up, grinning as he pointed, applauding with the crowd laughing around them.

“Well then.” Poppy huffed settling into his seat and taking the red scarf from the pocket of his coat. “I’m looking forward to being able to enjoy your Anthony being an absolute bloody unit tonight.” He cleared his throat, “Get em Anthony!”

Kate rolled her eyes, kissing her grandfather’s cheek. “He’s going to be so excited.”

And sure enough there’s a series of images on Anthony’s instagram the next day. Poppy standing proudly in the stands, a photo of himself grinning as he pointed and one of the two of them on the pitch at the end.

We’ve got Poppy Sharma boys!

[oikharou]

"PLEASE MARRY ME, Y/N-CHAN!"

with oikawa tooru

note: f!reader, she/her pronouns | you are younger than Oikawa by one year but in the same grade as him

genre: fluff, crack

WARNING/S: LONG FIC AHEAD!!

19 years ago...

You and your friend attended a kids' volleyball tryout that's currently being held in Miyagi prefecture. With great interest in volleyball, you two decided to try out as well. As expected, many kids were also going for the tryout as they were scattered on the court.

A whistle was heard all over the room as the coach entered the room. "Welcome kids! It looks like a lot of children here are going to be volleyball pros when they grow up?" He asked, and a lot of kids answered 'yes'.

"Wonderful! Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Takahashi Sanji and this is Yumemite Hotaru, and we are your coaches. But before we start, let us do an attendance."

As the two coaches do an attendance, you heard two boys talking loudly about a certain alien cartoon that has been very popular lately. "Iwa-chan! Did you watch the latest episode yesterday?! The boss fight was so cool!" A certain dark brown hair boy said to 'Iwa-chan' while having visible sparkles around his aura.

"Of course I did. You're going to annoy me if I didn't." A boy with dark, spiked-up hair replied. "So mean, Iwa-chan!" The former said.

"Well he's cheery and an alien enthusiast..." You muttered and your friend giggled at your remark.

"L/n Y/n!" The coach called out for your name. "Here!" You replied.

"Oikawa Tooru!"

"Here coach!" The 'cheery' boy you described replied. 'Oh, so his name is Oikawa Tooru...' You thought.

"Iwaizumi Hajime!"

"Here!" The dark, spiked-up hair that made a snarky reply earlier to Oikawa replied.

'No wonder his nickname is like that...'

After the attendance, you were paired with 5 different girls as your friend is on the sidelines, waiting for their turn. You stretched for a good 5 minutes before the coach whistles. Your eyes immediately diverted to the boy named, Oikawa, whom you caught staring at you. You raised an eyebrow and he looked away. You just shrugged and prepared to receive once the ball was served from the other side of the net.

As expected, the ball went in your direction and you perfectly received it. Your posture was commended by the coaches as they write down something on their clipboard. As the ball went to the setter of your team, she sets it to another player and they managed to land in a perfect spike but it was received by the other team.

They tossed it to the other side of the net so the libero of your team received it perfectly before letting the ball go outside of the boundaries. It went to the setter again, 'Nice receive...' you thought. This time, she called for your name to spike to the other side of the court. You jumped and position your arm back before hitting the ball gracefully with your hands. You thought the other team will receive it but you were wrong. The ball touched the arm of the opponent but since it was a strong spike, she couldn't receive it perfectly.

The referee whistled, signifying that your team got a point. The kids from the sidelines, including Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and your friend, let out a loud "Wow!" and began to applaud for your flawless spike. Your teammates cheered, letting out praises and claps. "That was amazing, Y/n! Can you do it again?" The temporary captain of your team asked and you nodded. "Yes, of course! Thank you!"

Unbeknownst to you, Oikawa let out a loud gasp as his eyes twinkled at the sight of you. "Did you see that, Iwa-chan?! She hit the ball so perfectly! She's amazing!" Oikawa yelled and Iwaizumi just smacked him in the head. "Dummy! Don't shout!" "That hurts Iwa-chan!"

After the game with your team won the 2 matches, you approached your friend and they squealed, congratulating your excellent performance in volleyball. "Congrats! You were amazing, Y/n!" You just chuckled. "Thank you, F/n."

You felt someone tap on your shoulder and it was none other than Oikawa and his friend, Iwaizumi. "Hello, Y/n-chan!" He greeted you happily.

"Oh hello, Oikawa-san right?" He nodded. "You were amazing and your spikes were incredible!" He complimented, making you stunned and a little blush appeared on your cheeks as you received the praise. "Thank you, Oikawa-san."

"Ah, there's no need to put '-san'. We're friends now! By the way, this is my best friend, Iwaizumi! I call him Iwa-chan for short though." You and your friend nodded. "This is my friend, Y/f/n."

After a while, Oikawa suddenly went silent and looked down, the three of you noticing his sudden change of behavior. "Oikawa?" Iwaizumi called.

He then looked up, grabbed your hand (gently), and had sparkles in his eyes as he stared at you. "Please marry me, Y/n-chan!"

You and Iwaizumi were shocked as your friend just laughed behind you. "E-Eh?" You stuttered. Iwaizumi then bonked him in the end, making Oikawa let go of your hand and hold the painful spot on his head. "Ow, Iwa-chan!!"

"Stupid! Why the heck are you asking that kind of question to Y/n?! You weirdo!" Oikawa just whimpered in pain and you merely chuckled. "Thank you, Oikawa, but I have to refuse." You said with a smile on your face.

Oikawa immediately got heartbroken and stood up on his feet. He clenched his fist in front of you and a determined look was planted on his face. "I'm very heartbroken right now, Y/n-chan! But we'll get married in the future! I just know it!" He said with confidence, and you were sure that he was weird.

Aaand another smack landed on his head. "Do you even know what marriage is?! Oikawa, you dumbass!" You just smiled at their interactions before leaving the conversation (swiftly) to go to your friend.

12 years ago...

Now in 3rd year of high school at Aoba Johsai High School, you were about to graduate along with Oikawa and his friends. When he first heard that you also enrolled in Seijoh, he was thrilled more than anyone. Oikawa's love for you never died even if you rejected his proposal 3 times in childhood, junior high, and the 1st year of high school in Seijoh, his feelings for you only grew stronger. He knows the fact that he's popular with the ladies but that never fazed him. His heart is for you and only you.

As the principal called your name for graduating with top 1 in your class, Oikawa made sure to clap very loudly (because he wants to and possibly for you to notice him) than the rest of the class. The principal also gave you a certificate of recognition for being an outstanding student in Seijoh.

As you went down from the stage and return from your seat, Oikawa was called for being the Student-Athlete of the Year as his performance in volleyball is greatly known in the school and the Miyagi Prefecture. You smiled as he went to the stage to receive his medal but you rolled your eyes jokingly when he threw a wink in your direction. He just chuckled and will deal with your sassiness later.

When the graduation ceremony ended, you were instantly greeted by Y/f/n, who captured you in a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you! Look at you graduating top 1 in the class!" Y/f/n graduated a month early than you as they were studying at Shiratorizawa Academy. Your parents also greeted you with a hug and congratulated you. "There's our girl! Congrats sweetheart!"

You beamed a smile at them. "Thank you so much, you guys! Honestly, the finals had me all nervous because I was so worried that I'll fail!"

Your friend and your parents just chuckled. "Well, it IS the finals after all. Who wouldn't be nervous?" Your father commented and you giggled.

You felt arms wrap around your small figure and you instantly recognized the fresh male perfume. "Tooru-kun?"

"Congrats, Y/n-chan! You deserve for being the top 1 in class!" You turned around and he pulled away. You smiled at jim, "Thank you, Tooru-kun. You also deserve the award for being Student-Athlete of the Year. I believe it's all thanks to your hard work as one of the most famous setters in Japan."

Oikawa felt himself blush at the compliment. "Ah, t-thank you..." He said and rubbed his nape.

"Oh? Is he your boyfriend, sweetheart?" Your mother asked and you reddened at the word. "M-Mom?!"

"Hmm, he looks handsome and kind. I approve of it." Your father nodded in acknowledgment as his arms were crossed in front of him. "Dad?!" You cried out and felt yourself hot as a chili.

Oikawa was blushing as well but cleared his throat. "I will be if she will say yes to my proposal."

Your mother's eyes widened and one of your father's eyebrows were raised. "Proposal?" Your father repeated. "Oh no." Your friend commented.

"A-Ah nothing! He's just joking, Dad!" You then turned around and smacked Oikawa on the head. "Must you bring that up to my parents?!"

"That hurts, Y/n-chan..." He said as he held his head. "But!" He then stood up straight. "I must have the confidence to ask for your parents' blessing in the future so I'm practicing now!"

"Oikawa Tooru, you dumb-"

You were about to smack him again when your mother realized that it was THE Oikawa Tooru standing in front of you. "O-Oikawa? Is that really you? My, have you grown!" Oikawa chuckled. "Well, I'm all grown now, Auntie."

"Ah, I knew your face is familiar! I've seen you on the sports channel every time volleyball season is on and I must say, your sets are really unpredictable. You sure do know how to keep the team's aura and atmosphere high." Your father showered him in praise and Oikawa went bashful. "Thank you, uncle."

"Well, we'll be waiting in the car. Don't take too long now, Y/n!" Your mother said and you nodded. As they leave you and Oikawa alone, he nudged your shoulder. "Guess I'm on their good side now huh? Maybe they'll finally approve of my proposal to you. So," He then revealed a bouquet of roses behind his back. "Please marry me, Y/n-chan!"

You gasped and pinched him on the arm. "Shut it, crappykawa." He pouted. "But," You started as you accepted the roses from his hands. "thank you. I'll take you on the offer of a date though."

Oikawa's eyes went wide. "R-Really? You're not joking?" You smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek, leaving him dumbfounded. "This week, Friday. 7 pm. Don't stand me up, dummy." You said and walked away with the roses in your hands.

Oikawa clenched his fist in the air before letting a loud, "Yes!!" And he skips happily back to his friends, who were watching the whole scene unfold and smacked him on the back. Though you rejected his proposal for the 4th time, at least you accepted his offer on taking you out for a date.

4 years ago...

Now at 25, you and Oikawa have been dating for 8 years straight. Even though he had moved to Argentina to continue pursuing his volleyball career and studies there, not once, did your love for him fade even the slightest bit. Of course, it can get lonely most of the time due to the different time zones of the two countries but he made sure that he'll video call you two to three times per week.

He'd tell you all different stories about his life in Argentina but mostly about volleyball and how he is improving more than his high school self. He never fails to greet you exactly at midnight in the Japan time zone whenever it's your birthday or your anniversary. Of course, you do the same to him too.

Today is your 8th anniversary as a couple, but you knew that you would be celebrating it via video call again. You know the reason, but you've secretly been checking out some flights to fly over to Argentina just to surprise your boyfriend. You know that he's been busy for the past few days due to volleyball but he never used that as an excuse to not spend time with you.

"Happy 8th anniversary, mi amor." He greeted you with a smile at exactly midnight in the Japan time zone. You smiled back at him but not with your usual smile, "Happy 8th anniversary as well, amor."

He noticed your mood very quickly and offered you a sad smile. "I'm sorry if we're celebrating our anniversary via video call again baby. Ah, I don't know how many times I've apologized to you since I first moved to Argentina. You're probably sick of hearing it so many times."

You just chuckled. "It's okay love. I just hope that you're in my arms right now." He smiled at your wish, unbeknownst to you that he prepared a surprise for you.

Then you realized something, "Huh? How come it's dark there in Argentina? Isn't it like, noon there? Plus, why is it so quiet?" You bombarded him with questions and he just chuckled at you. You then heard a knock at your door. "Oh, someone just knocked on the door." You mumbled before standing on your two feet to walk towards the door. "I'm actually hiding from a certain person right now. Oh sh- I hear their footsteps. Shh, quiet baby." He hushed you and you had to stop laughing before giving him a nod. Suddenly, the call dropped, and you thought that the wifi where Oikawa is right now was bad so you let it be.

As you checked through the peephole, you noticed a large square present outside. You slowly opened the door and looked from left to right if there was anybody suspicious. You then walked to the box and it says, 'To: Mi amor, Y/n. From: Your beloved boyfriend <3'

You smiled at Oikawa's thoughtfulness but you were deeply confused as to why he needed to buy you so many things inside that big present box. You know that you can't carry the big damn box all by yourself so you decided to open it right then and there. As you removed the ribbons and opened the cover of the box, you were engulfed in a tight hug. You were about to scream when you caught a whiff of the strangely familiar perfume and you were shocked to see that it was no other than, Oikawa Tooru.

"Surprise baaaby!!!" He yelled and you were speechless as heck. "Did you like my surprise?! I bet you do because I'm the surprise!!"

Oikawa noticed you were so quiet and immediately felt a bit sad so he pulled away from the hug. "Are you okay, mi amor?"

You surprised him by engulfing him in a tight hug as well. You buried your head in his chest as a few tears fell from your eyes. "I miss you, I miss you so damn much." You whispered and he smiled at you before returning your hug. "I miss you more, Y/n. You have no idea that I thought of going home to Japan so many times just to see you and my family again." You looked up to see him staring at you with that genuine smile of his, and he took the opportunity to give you a sweet long kiss on the lips. Oh, how both of you missed kissing each other like this. The last time that you did, was when he left for Argentina, which was 8 years ago. The countless overthinking, small arguments on the phone, and the feeling of longing were too much to bare for the both of you, however, you two reassured each other that they are still the home that you want. The person that you want to spend time with for the rest of your lives.

As you both pulled away, he placed his forehead to yours and started at your eyes. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too." You replied and moments later, you can feel him fidgeting a little. You pulled away with confusion planted on your face as you looked at him up and down. "Love? Are you alright?" You asked.

He sighed loudly. "Y/n, the feeling of being away from you hurts my heart so much and it tortures me every day when I was there. I know that I followed my dreams to become one of the best players in Argentina, but it still felt lonely without my number one cheerleader there beside me, to watch my games, to watch me play, and overall to see you cheering for me as I win many tournaments. I know you feel the same way so I'll ask you this,"

He then kneeled on one knee and revealed a red velvet box to you, which made you gasp as you recognized the luxurious brand. He opened the lid and there revealed an expensive-carat ring, that made you utterly speechless because it was the newest release ring. You looked at him and he was smiling at you as he tries his best not to shed tears. "Will you make me the happiest and luckiest man in the whole world and, please marry me, Y/n-chan?" He put an adorable look on his face and you chuckled at the nickname he used to call you in childhood and high school with your hands on your mouth as fresh tears of joy stream down your face. "Yes, of course, Tooru-kun." He giggled at the nickname and stand up on his feet before wearing the ring for you on your ring finger. The ring wasn't too large or too small for your finger, it was the perfect fit. It's as if Oikawa knows your ring size, well, he should though because he's your future husband and your boyfriend of 8 years.

The two of you hugged each other tightly as he kept whispering 'thank you' to you. Cheers erupted from the sides and you pulled away to see that it was Oikawa's high school friends, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa cheering. They rushed towards the two of you and gave you a group hug before pulling away. When they did, they ruffled Oikawa's hair and smacked his back. "Congrats man! We know that she'll say yes!" Said Matsukawa.

"Yeah! We can tell that you two missed each other so much that you kissed for like what? 15 seconds? Surprised both of you didn't insert tongue." Hanamaki said, earning a punch from Oikawa while the both of you had a blush on your face. "Shut it!"

"Kinda surprised that Y/n didn't reject your proposal this time. She's been rejecting your proposal since childhood." Iwaizumi teased, erupting laughter from the two while Oikawa was offended. "Oh, my go- shut up, Iwa-chan! She accepted my proposal now so move on!" Oikawa whined.

You snickered. "Yeah, as if he had any rings to show me before." The three burst in laughter at your response, while Oikawa just whined even more. "Mi amor, even you?!"

What you didn't know is that Oikawa did have rings for you, paper rings. But he felt like he should just show it to you on your wedding day so he'll just have to wait.

After a few hours of celebrating, you were waiting for your fiancé as you kept staring in awe at your ring. When he came out of the bathroom, looking fresh and ready to go to bed, he saw you admiring the ring. He smiled and came to the bed before kissing you on your temple. "Do you love it?"

You hummed in response. "Yes love but..."

"But?" He repeated. "How much did it cost you?" Oikawa didn't say anything. "I know this is the newest released ring from the luxurious brand but I'm still curious."

He just giggled in response, which put together you raise your eyebrow at him. "Tooru?"

"You don't have to worry about the price baabyyy~" He singsongs as he cuddled you. "Oikawa Tooru! I swea-" "Shh baby."

Oikawa knows that he's rich and has a lot of money but he also knows that you don't like it when he spends more than millions for you buuuuut you're his future wife after all.

Present time...

Now at 29, you and Oikawa have been married for 4 years and currently have 2 twin children who are 3 years old. The two looked exactly like their father, inheriting his hair and hair color, skin, and smile while they inherited your eyes and nose. When they were 2, Oikawa remembers you saying that "I did not go through 9 months of torture just for them to come out looking like the replica version of their father" (jokingly).

Oikawa is waiting for you to come out of the room because you and your him have a date tonight. Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa will be babysitting your children for the night while the two of you enjoy your alone time together so as Oikawa's most trusted friends, they volunteered to do it.

When you slowly come out of the room wearing the dress that he bought for you, Oikawa fell in love all over again. It's just like back in childhood when he saw you spike for the first time. He fell in love the moment you first played volleyball, and now he continuously fell in love all over again when you showed him your vulnerable side, when you smiled at him for the first time, when you two went on a date for the first time, when you finally accepted his proposal when you two kissed at the wedding altar as husband and wife and many more. Now, he feels like his childhood self again.

"What do you think?" You asked him, feeling a little shy under his starstruck gaze. "You look so beautiful, amor..." He whispered but loud enough for you to hear before extending a hand. A blush crept to your cheeks and you shyly but gladly took his hand.

A loud gasp was heard and you looked to the side to see that it was your twin boys, staring at you with their mouths agape. "Mom! You look so pretty!!" They said in unison and rushed towards you. You kneeled and gladly accepted their hugs. "Thank you my loves! You two look very cute with your blue pajamas as well!"

A knock was heard from the front door and you stood up on your own feet. "Well, that's your uncles. Let's greet them, shall we?" You said and they excitedly nodded before rushing ahead the two of you.

You noticed that your husband was very quiet so you diverted your attention to him and he was still staring at you in awe. "Penny for your thoughts, Mr. Oikawa?" You teased him and he snapped out of his trance. "It's nothing, Mrs. Oikawa." He said and grabbed your hands before putting it on his shoulders. "But I must say, you're very ravishing and charming tonight. I might not hold back from kissing you right now." He whispered and pucked his lips before lowering his head to kiss you, but you abruptly stopped him by putting a finger on his lips. He pouted, making you giggle. "Maybe later."

"Haahh," He placed his head on your shoulder. "Please marry me, Y/n-chan." He said and you laughed. "We're already married, dumbass."

"Oh.." Was all he said. "Then let's get married again."

You shook your head and lifted his head from your shoulder before placing a peck on his lips. "You're so cute, Mr. Oikawa Tooru."

"And you're such a tease but I still love you, Mrs. Oikawa Y/n."

@oikharou — all rights reserved — no reposting, translating, plagiarizing and claiming any of my works as yours

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THE BEST FRIENDS RULE 10-JOBE BELLINGHAM

Part.1,Part.2,Part.3,Part.4,Part.5,Part.6,Part.7,Part.8,Part.9, Final Part.

Warning: +18, slight smut.

The camp was full of enthusiasm, with girls on the sidelines applauding and commenting on the boys in the field. Jobe moved nimbly, focused on the game, while Elena encouraged him from the stands. His laughter mixed with the compliments of other girls, some of whom commented unreservedly on how beautiful and charming he was.

You came with the cheerleaders, ready to do your job. Yet you could not ignore the sound of those enthusiastic voices, especially when Jobe, hot for the game, took off his shirt. Suddenly, a series of stares and sighs rose around you. Despite trying to keep an indifferent attitude, you found yourself looking at the girls who were watching him with some intensity.

Without noticing, your look became cold and piercing, almost threatening, and the girls who were commenting on Jobe’s beauty became silent, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. The only one who seemed to notice it was Lucy, your cheerleader mate, who looked at you with a funny grin.

"You were a little upset by those comments, huh?" she whispered, amused.

You looked at her, pretending not to understand. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lucy."

She chuckled, giving you a friendly little push. "Sure, sure. You don’t care, right? Too bad your look can kill... Poor little girls."

You tried to ignore her, but Lucy wouldn’t stop throwing amusing glances at you, as if she knew exactly what you were thinking. Your eyes were turned to the field, and against your will they rested upon Jobe. Every movement he made, every smile, every strong look he gave his comrades while commanding the team, captured you. It was frustrating, but you couldn’t take your eyes off.

Jobe caught the ball with a confidence that only a true leader in the field has. He ran forward with determination, beating the opponents one by one. The whole team was agitating, prompting him to score. With a swift movement, Jobe hit the ball and sent it straight into the net, scoring a goal that blew up the field in a scream of exultation.

But when he looked up, unintentionally, his eyes met yours. A moment that seemed to freeze all around you. No words were needed to understand. The look they exchanged had more meaning than any sentence could be uttered. It was as if he had spoken all the pain, frustration, remorse and even hope of something they could not say aloud.

However, as if reality had suddenly come to light, you quickly turned away from it, trying to hide the intensity of that connection. At the same moment, Jobe did the same, as if his body had reacted automatically to the tension he felt in the air.

Elena, who had seen the quick exchange of glances between you two, did not pay much attention to it. He couldn’t feel the depth of what was behind it, as his focus was on Jobe and his spectacular goal. He smiled proudly, cheering his best friend and applauding for the beautiful play, unaware of the silent whirl that was taking place between you and Jobe.

You, on the other hand, stood there, your heart beating faster than normal, but you tried to keep calm. You couldn’t afford to be too involved. The game had just been scored, and you were there for a reason. You couldn’t distract yourself, you couldn’t let the feelings that Jobe seemed to bring out in you every time he was around.

---

The cheerleaders approached the group of footballers, clapping and laughing, while the girls exchanged compliments and hugged the boys. The atmosphere was festive, and everyone congratulated on Jobe’s great goal, but the boy could not take his eyes off you.

When he saw you, his attention focused only on you, as if you were the only person in the world at that moment. Your cheerleading uniform, with the short skirt waving as you moved, your hair tied in a high tail, and the energy you exhaled from every gesture, was completely confusing. Every time you moved, Jobe seemed unable to take his eyes off you. Your presence was tormenting him, triggering emotions inside him that he had been trying to ignore for too long.

Just as he was trying to get closer, Elena took him by the waist and hugged him in a hug, complimenting him on the goal. Jobe, even though he returned the hug and smiled at her, could not fully concentrate on what he was saying. His mind was too much taken by the thought of you, how your smile lit up the field and the way you moved with a confidence that made him feel more vulnerable than he would have wanted to admit.

Even though he spoke to Elena, every word of her seemed empty. His eyes were all looking for you, watching each other in the crowd of cheerleaders, staring at you from afar, unable to think about anything else. He felt the need to approach, but every time he tried to step towards you, something held him back, a feeling of fear that made him stop.

It was as if every movement of his was dictated by the force of a forbidden desire, yet somehow Jobe could not help but be attracted to you. You were the only thing that occupied his thoughts, the girl who drove him crazy but he couldn’t have.

When Elena went away to talk with one of her friends, Jobe took the opportunity to get closer to you. He felt it was finally time to talk, to clarify everything that was accumulating between you two. He took courage, but just as he was about to take the first step towards you, a familiar voice made him stop.

It was Louise, the captain of the team, who approached you with a confident smile and a boyish attitude that knew how to take what she wanted. Jobe watched them from afar, hands shaking nervously as Louise began to talk to you, trying to draw your attention with jokes and smiles.

Jobe stood motionless, unable to take his eyes off the scene. Louise seemed confident, while you replied with your usual somewhat indifferent smile, but Jobe could sense that something in your eyes that told him it was not just a chance encounter. Your beauty, your charm, the way you moved, made every word of it shine. Sometimes Louise would look at you a little more intensely, but you seemed to keep the right distance, without falling into any obvious kind of play.

But for Jobe, seeing that scene made him grow angry inside he could not control. He couldn’t bear the thought of someone else, like Louise, coming up to you that way. It was not just jealousy, but something deeper, a sense of possessiveness that he did not recognize, but that was consuming him.

In the silence that followed, Jobe could feel his heart’s fast beat. Every movement of Louise near you seemed to him a direct blow, as if it was escaping you, as if someone else had the right to look at you, to speak to you, when it was he who wanted to do so. Seeing Louise smiling at you with that confident air made him want to intervene, but something held him back. The fear of ruining everything, of complicating things even more, but also the impossibility to ignore the pain that felt in seeing you and Louise talking so freely.

He could not do anything but observe, but in his heart he knew that he would not endure the situation for long.

Jobe was about to take the first step towards you two, trying to get closer to you, but just at that moment, Elena called him with enthusiasm, beckoning him to come closer. " Hey, Jobe! A friend of mine wanted to compliment you on the game," said Elena, not even noticing what was going on between you and him.

Jobe, with a slightly forced smile, approached the girl, trying to focus on her, but every now and then his eyes moved imperceptibly towards you. He noticed how your eyes were of a security that seemed almost unattainable, and the way you moved seemed hypnotic to him. When you noticed that he was looking at him, your eyes rose from the group and met his for a brief moment. He tried to look away, but the desire that was being kindled inside him was impossible to ignore.

Meanwhile, you tried to keep your facade of indifference. You pretended not to notice, not to feel that load of unexpressed emotions weighing in the air between you. However, as Jobe was trying to seem busy talking to the girl who was complimenting him, you approached them with a determined step, casting a casual glance at Jobe, but letting the tone of your voice betray a subtle sarcasm.

"You seem to be doing excellent work in the field, Jobe," you commented, your smile a little mocking. " Who knows if you’ve really trained, or if it’s just your natural talent that makes the difference." Your voice was light, but the message was clear: a mix of praise and irony, as always.

The smile you gave him, with that touch of malice, struck him right to the heart. Jobe felt his cheeks warm, and the beat of his heart accelerated. Although he tried to keep control, the truth was that every word that came out of your mouth seemed to break him more and more. That little taunt, that smile that showed all your beauty with a veil of disinterest, made him crazy.

After you exchanged that line, you turned to the girl who was talking to him, smiling again as if everything were normal. Jobe couldn’t help but think how hard it was for you to seem so distant, but at the same time, that smile made you incredibly charming, and put him in a difficult position like never before. The tension between you two seemed unstoppable, and it was clear that things were about to change.

Jobe, who had been biting his cheek until then to try not to laugh, could not hold back now. The smile that made its way on his face betrayed all his fun. If only he knew all the times you had touched him before, doing worse and more exciting.

Despite the obvious tension, Jobe felt as if something had broken, as if the dynamic between you two was changing irreversibly. The irony and distance you had always kept was slowly giving way to something more intense, and he knew it. But at that moment, as Elena tried to stop you, Jobe’s laugh and your indifference made it clear that things would not be the same.

The moment you withdrew your hand was like a sudden blow for Jobe. Although he tried not to make it known, he felt the lack of your touch on his skin. It was as if a heat he had not expected had vanished, leaving him abruptly in the cool air. His body reacted unintentionally, as if trying to maintain the contact he had just lost.

You, however, did not seem to be affected. Without even a hint of emotion, resume your usual indifferent attitude. You gave a quick, almost cold look and turned around, walking away with the confident pace that only a cheerleader can adopt. Your skirt, short and moving in sync with your steps, attracted all the eyes as you walked away. Jobe could not help following you with his eyes, especially by observing the movements of your figure. Each step seemed staged, a game that was slowly driving him crazy. The temptation to sigh was strong, but he bit his cheek to stop, trying to keep control.

Jobe stood there, motionless for a moment, staring at your figure as it moved away. His eyes, almost without wanting to, focused on your hips, the way the skirt moved with each step. And especially how much better your ass looked in that short skirt. Jobe felt his cock getting even harder and he had a crazy desire to bend you over a table and fuck you that attitude you had towards him.

The image was printed in his mind, and a breath escaped him before he could hold it. His cheek clenched gently, as if he was trying to stifle a groan that did not want to come out. But it was useless: the desire he felt for you would not be erased so easily.

Jobe was still without his shirt, and his toned body shone in the sun. His muscles moved with every breath, every little movement. Unable to resist the temptation, you approached him, letting your hand slide down his chest, sensually caressing his muscles. Your hand came into contact with her skin, and she felt how her body reacted to your touch.

Jobe almost groaned at contact, The shiver that crossed his skin did not go unnoticed, and it was as if that gesture brought him back to all the times when, when you were together, you approached him with the same charm that now seemed impossible to ignore. He shivered with excitement, his heart beating faster for the memory of the moments you had shared. His dick got hard only to think that when you fucked he scratched his chest. His hands barely squeezed, trying to keep control as he felt your hand slipping down her skin ever further. It was like going back in time, when his feelings for you were stronger than ever.

Jobe watched you as you watched him bite your lip and touch his abs while you caressed them.

Elena and her friend were still there, and Jobe for a moment completely forgot they were there. He was about to open his mouth, to say something that would reveal his mood, but Elena stepped in before him, giving you a cold look.

"Y/N," he said in a harder than usual voice, "you shouldn’t touch my best friend like that." His words were sharp, and the atmosphere suddenly became more tense.

You didn’t break down, rather, burst into a funny laugh, one of those sounds that made it clear that nothing really put you in trouble. " Oh, really?" you replied, with a sneer smile. "I didn’t know you had rules about who can touch who, Elena."

"Visto che ci sei…?" ripetesti in tono provocante, facendo finta di non capire. La tua voce era morbida, ma le parole erano punte acute. "Cosa vuoi davvero, Jobe? Sei venuto a fare che cosa? Guardarmi ancora?"

Elena, who was watching closely, immediately noticed Jobe’s gaze fixed on you. His expression changed in a moment. He had seen you many times, but today it seemed different. He couldn’t help but notice how Jobe was staring at your body, especially your butt that moved so easily. An acid smirk slipped on her lips as she watched Jobe, evidently taken by your beauty.

"Jobe," he said in a tone that betrayed some irritation, "What are you looking at?"

Jobe hurried to look away, feeling embarrassed for being caught in the act. " Nothing," he stuttered, trying to sound casual, but his reaction did not convince Elena, who looked at him with a look that felt like rebuke.

"Don’t play dumb," said Elena, crossing her arms. "You were looking at him, Jobe. Next time, try to be less perverted, okay?"

Jobe could not answer. His face was a mixture of frustration and confusion, but also of some secret gratification, which he could not even admit to himself. He knew that the situation was complicated, but he felt there was something undeniable between him and you, something he could no longer ignore. Elena didn’t understand. For her, it was just another moment when her best friend seemed to act strangely around her sister.

Jobe, in his silence, could not help but think of you.

---

Two hours passed like a flash of light, but to Jobe it seemed an eternity. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, the way you moved, the way you made him feel. So, despite being embarrassed and confused, he decided to look for you. He knew that the only place you could be was in the empty classroom, your refuge, the place where you would isolate yourself from prying eyes.

When he opened the door, he found you there. You were still dressed in your cheerleader outfit, the light hair that fell on your shoulders, the air that surrounded you like an aura of challenge and seduction. You were sitting on a table, legs slightly crossed, with the body emanating a certain tranquility, but at the same time, Jobe could not help feeling the intensity in your eyes when he looked at you. You didn’t go any further, and when your eyes met, everything else seemed to disappear. The air became electric.

Jobe paused for a moment, undecided whether to approach or not. But when you did, giving him a provocative wink while playing with the laces of his suit, his heart sped up. He knew what you were doing, but he couldn’t stop.

"Did you come to find me?" asked you, your voice soft but sharp, with that smile that made his heart beat. "Are you following me, Jobe? I didn’t think you were one of those."

Jobe puffed, an involuntary smile on his lips as he tried to keep calm. But it was useless, he was looking at you with desire, and it was impossible to hide it. Your defiance put him in even more difficulty. " I wasn’t looking for you," he replied, trying to seem unconcerned. "But since there are..."

He felt like he was being tested, but couldn’t help but look at you, your curves outlined under the cheerleader suit, the way you played with his tracksuit’s lace as if you were trying to seduce him without saying it.

"Don’t pretend to be indifferent, Jobe," you kept provoking him, as you slowly got up from the table, walking towards him with a seductive step. " I see you. I know what you think."

He could not hold back. "Stop," he muttered, trying to take a step away, but the desire betrayed him. "You are playing with me."

"You’re trying to hide it, but you can’t." Your smile widened as, without warning, you grabbed his hand by placing it on your butt and put your hand over it while with a movement you led him to tighten your ass. He closed his eyes at the impact and held a sigh while you moaned softly as you put your hands on his back looking at him provocatively.

At that moment, Jobe realized he was no longer able to keep the distance between you two. That chemistry between you was too strong, and even though he tried to stay cool, his body spoke for him.

You rubbed your cock and groaned while feeling it already hard and laughed as he tried to control himself. "Already hard for me?" you scoffed as he clenched his jaw and you started giving him sweet kisses on the jaw while he moaned.

"y/n" whispered as you kept kissing his jaw and started rubbing yourself on his cock again while he squeezed your butt more to guide your movements on his dick,

"You’re driving me crazy," he said, moaning, and you smiled. "Those words you said to my sister hurt me" you said as you kept rubbing your hands on her dick while he moaned.

"sorry y/n, I didn’t mean it really, I panicked" she said trying to take some self-control and seriously wanting to clear this situation with you but it was hard feeling how her pussy rubbed on his dick.

"hm hm hm" you said unconvinced while you kept rubbing on his cock while kissing his neck, nibbling him making him moan while you cum while your pussy held the void while you kept rubbing on his dick.

"y/n I mean it, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I feel like an idiot. Let me make it up to you", whispered Jobe, unable to speak because he was reaching orgasm.

The tension between you did not dissolve, but there was something different now. His sincere words had touched you. You knew that Jobe was not used to being vulnerable, yet he did. But you couldn’t help but keep playing, because this was your way of keeping control. Even though one part of you knew that you were pushing him beyond his limits, the other part enjoyed too much to see his reaction.

Jobe squeezed your butt as he groaned as he felt the orgasm coming and you chewed his neck hard making him grunting and leaving a noticeable mark.

"Ok, Jobe," you said finally, in a softer tone, but your eyes still filled with that provocative spark. " You know it won’t be so easy. You have to do more to show me that you really care."

He looked at you, as he was recovering from orgasm, but in his eyes he had a shadow of hope in his eyes. " I will," he replied promptly, as if he was ready to do anything to prove to you that he was serious.

You nodded and detached yourself from him. Jobe suddenly without your body pressed to his felt cold and took a step towards you, but you detached yourself again, leaving him staring at you as you walked away for a few steps.

With a mischievous smile, you adjusted your cheerleader skirt and threw him a provocative look, the one you always knew how to do to make him crazy. " It’s not enough to say the words, Jobe," you added, throwing a sarcastic joke at him. " You have to prove that you are up to it and not like a scared little boy"

His breath became more irregular. He was looking at you, his eyes full of desire but also a little bit of frustration, aware that you were still playing with him. His answer came with difficulty. "I’m not scared, Y/N... I’m just... a little out of shape with you."

You stopped, looking at him intensely for a moment, and a sweeter but still mischievous smile appeared on your face. " Then make it a habit," you replied, approaching him slowly but never touching him as if you were forcing him to decide what to do. " And see if you can convince me."

Jobe was in a fight with himself. On the one hand, he wanted to continue playing that game you had started, but on the other hand, he felt it was becoming something more serious, something he could no longer ignore. His mind was in turmoil, but his heart told him that this time he had to do something different.

"Y/N..." he started, but his voice barely trembled. "You... don’t understand how much I’m trying to... be different with you."

His body came closer, but you stopped him with a gesture, putting a hand on his shoulder. You couldn’t help but provoke him, but also appreciate the way he was trying to make himself noticed. "I understand that, Jobe. But it’s not enough to talk. You have to do more."

You looked at him intensely, feeling the electricity in the air, the desire that he could no longer hide. It was like he was on the edge of the precipice, ready to jump, but you knew you still had to decide what to do next.

"I like you, Jobe," whispers, but your voice was a little mischievous. "But you’ll have to work on it again." And with a last smile, you turned to leave, leaving him behind to reflect on how much you were complicating his life.

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🦉Balance Act

Timeskip!Bokuto X gymnast!F!Y/n

Summary: While waiting for practice the boys spot you practice your routine. Afterwards Bokuto regrets not speaking to you.

Warnings: Fluff, possibly grammar mistakes cause english is not my first language.

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Atsumu had thought, if his teammate Bokuto ever has a partner they would be relaxed, bringing down the Volleyball player with just a smile. Someone charming. That meaning, IF Bokuto ever gets into a relationship. A big If. Said teammate is so head first into volleyball that he basically never really goes out and meets new people. The same applies to him but this is not his story.

Practice was postponed for an hour today. No one told the players the exact reason, so as the trio of troubles still arrived at the usual time, they were devastated to seeing the whole gym plastered with balance beams and trampolines. Everywhere are people practicing their routines on the devices. There's no space left for them to do their practice. There also don't have their outdoor sports shoes with them, so practicing outside wasn't an option either.

One overseeing person noticed the three players and jogged over to them. He first bowed down to apologise and then explained "I'm sorry for occupying the gym, but ours is under renovation and we need to practice due to an upcoming tournament next week.

The three of them looked like deers in a cars flashlight, but Hinata soon spoke up "Oh no problem. Our coach only told us practice starts one hour later. We didn't know the gym was occupied"

The overseer thanked the three of them, then pointed to the seats "If you don't mind you can watch the girls practice. Some eyes on them will get them accustomed to the pressure next week"

At the word girls Atsumu's eyes lit up. Just now he realises that there are only girls running around and training their routines.

"No bad idea, what ya' guys think?"

His smirk all over his face. And so Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata sat at the sidelines and watched them, also waiting for time to pas so they could practice as well.

They saw some mess up heavily, slipping of a beam or messing up the angle of their jumps. They also saw that some girls had noticed them. Of course Atsumu had to wave over with a charming smile, making the girls giggle and leave to the next round of practice.

Hinata was eagerly watching the practice at the trampoline, now wanting to jump on one too, to see how it feels to jump so high in the air.

Bokuto on the other side was a bit down because of the lack of practice and leaned his head on the railing before him. His hands just dangled down from his shoulders.

Suddenly they heard is loud round of applause over by a balance beam. All three glanced over and saw a bright smiling girl with h/c hair tied up in a ponytail. She slowly walked backwards to the beam, while bowing to the crowd that applauded to her. Halfway at the beam she sprun around and jogged the rest.

At the very beginning of the beam, still both feet on the ground. She took in a deep breath in and out, relaxing her self and her breathing. With one swift and effortless motion of one of her legs, she now stood steadily on the beam. Her routine on the beam was interesting and even if it looks easy to the unschooled eye, it was still mesmerising to see such grace and balance on a 10 centimeters thin walkway. Her every foot placing was without a fail and no balance disturbances could be seen.

Even Bokuto, who as still a little sulky, couldn't look away and felt his body tense up just by seeing her walk over it.

As she began to make jumps, cartwheels and back flips on this thing, Bokuto hoped with every jump that she would land on her feet again. And she did. At the end of her routine she did a flip of the beam at the end. She spread out her arms, waited a few seconds and then the applaud came back.

As the sound of the claps echoed throu the hall, Bokuto as well wanted to clap. He had raised his hands but never committed to it. Realised that she wouldn't have heard it in the first place.

The girl turned back around to the crowd and smiled bright, made a little happy dance and jogged over to the others. They all hugged and padded her on the back.

"bet If I were to search up graceful, I would find a pic of her beside it." Atsumu commented.

"Oh, guys. I know who she is" the excited voice of Hinata was a little bit louder than he head though. Both Atsumu and Bokuto glanced over to him. Hinata suddenly had a flyer in his hand.

"Where did you get that from?"

"I got it from the person we met at the entrance, but look at this"

The sunshine boy held the flyer to his friends to read, pointing at a specific place.

Both of them read. L/n Y/n youngest gold medal awarded gymnast. Her talent is astonishing and the shining star of Tokyo, when it comes to the balance beam. She had won multiple gold medals even in junior high school, but her goal of reaching Olympia is still one place behind.

You were known throu the gymnastics world, that's why the other girls had applauded when it were you're turn. That's what the trio thought.

"woah" Bokuto started "that's amazing, but why didn't she went to Olympia when she's so good"

"guess you have to ask her yourself" was Atsumu's only answer.

Hinata looked into the flyer once more but there was nothing to his question.

During their speculations and astonishment, they didn't notice that you were glancing over at them. One of your gym friends pointed out that the three of them were watching your every move with interested eyes.

You shyly pushed away a streak that got out of your ponytail. "Look at our gold star, winning those boy's hearts in no time" one girl claimed "Yeah, and here you are saying it's not easy to get a boyfriend. You so married to your hobby"

You shy away more by the cheer amount of compliments "I just wand to get accepted finally" you explained "Then I can care about love"

One girl padded you on the back "You have this Olympia invitation in save hands when you're perform this good at the tournament. Screw this bitch who always outscores you by one point"

"for me it still smells like bribing the judges to one up her one point every time"

"Girls" you started calmly "It's not like that. They would have found out already. Besides she is just a bit better than me"

"Don't make yourself that low, Y/n. You slay. You are the greater one and deserve it. You've trained since you were a child, she only started in highschool. That's so unfair to me"

You smiled at the others's anger, that you should held instead. "It's fine by me. Now let's continue for the last minutes we have, until we have to clean up"

You once again looked at the three boys. One cuter than another, but probably way out of your league. You heard that today's practice crashed with one of the most known volleyball teams, so these three must be from that team.

You watched some routines from other girls before heading to a more isolated beam to practice your own again. You had done a cartwheel and your trainer comes up to you "Your foot placement was a little off. Remember to keep your balance up and don't lean to any side. The judges will have eyes on everything"

You let your arms slouch down and you began to sat on the beam. The energy was out for today. It's only been 2 hours but it were intense 2 hours. You had your own balance beam while the others had to share with the other girls.

The trainer saw your lack of energy and gave over your bottle.

You knew the trainer just wanted to make sure and meant well, but these constant reminders that the judges are judging everything you do, is like a curse to be perfect every time you do the routine.

"Let's stop for today" the trainer proposed "You seem to be in a state where you only do mistakes"

He was correct, but it still hurts to hear it. You jumped down from the beam, took the bottle as well as your towel and left to the changing rooms.

Thoug, over by the seats Bokuto was being teased by no one other than Atsumu "Ah you fell for her didn't ya'. I can sniff those love fumes. Bet'ya can't call her over, eh?" Bokuto wanted to say something but Hinata interrupted him "Yeah he can't. She's gone. Like gone gone" that's the sign for the other two players to search over the hole gym, but still no Y/n in sight. They're also starting to clean up the place, meaning volleyball practice soon starts for them.

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Volleyball practice was cut short, because of a sudden visit from Kuroo and his Co-worker. Apparently some client was disapproving something and they had to redo their work. After that they went out to eat. Bokuto was happy to be connecting with his old friends again, but Kuroo noticed that something was off about his buddy.

"Did anything happen today, or why are you so down?"

"Yeah. I noticed that too" Kuroos co-worker spoke up "Who made you upset? I'll beat them some sense into their brain"

Bokuto smiled at his friend's for carering about his feelings "It's nothing so serious. I'm fine"

"Bullshit" of course Atsumu had to butt in. Said blonde put both hands on the table and leaned forward "He took a liking to some gymnastics chick we had seen today. At our gym" He leaned back into his seat again "Poor boy regrets not speaking up to her"

After his explanation the Co-worker's face lights up while Kuroos was begging to smirk. "That's to damn bad, man. Wish you had someone in a certain company with almost every athletes contact information" He was talking about himself. His claim earned him a slab on his forearm from his Co-worker. "You're an asshole"

His smirk only grew wider "I know"

The door of the café had opened once again and Atsumu had full view on who just entered. Normale He would have just ignored it but this laughed made him look over. And who would have known, you just walked into the room with a friend of yours.

Atsumu's fave lightens up and he repeatedly poked Bokuto's are pointing at you with incomplete words. Bokuto mood immediately got better just to be shocked again as Hinata called the two girls over.

You turned over to thier table as one of them shouted out your name, them recognising the 3 volleyball players you had seen at practice. With a smile, you decided to ditch your friend for a second and go over to them.

"greetings" you said with a cheerful voice

"L/n-san you're were amazing at this... Uh... Stick thing"

You laughed a little at the words Hinata choose, but then explained it "It's called a balance beam and thank you for you're kind words. It's not much thou"

"Not much!?" This time Bokuto had the courage to speak up "You were stunning. All this flips and wheels. I myself was so tensed up, hoping you wouldn't fall off and hurt yourself"

The sudden loud compliments struck with you and made you stand there not knowing what to do, until the heat creeped up at your face. You quickly pulled up a hand to hide you're cheeks. A nervous laugh escaped out of your throat "I'm happy to hear that"

You then didn't really knew what to say next but luckily the friend of yours came to the rescue.

"Hey, you're the guys who were watching today's training. Nice too meet you. I'm Y/n-chans best friend" they all greeted her as well.

"I haven't gotten y'all name, yet?"

Hinata was the first to apologise for this mistake then went on and introduced his teammates as well as Kuroo to the two girls.

Unfortunately you and your friend had a tight schedule today and left after the introduction, but you made sure to write down your number on one of the coasters. Also not leaving before giving a sweet smile to the guy who made you blush after a long time.

As the two of you left the café, Atsumu elbowed his friend and wiggled his eyebrows "Someone's got the jackpot"

Bokuto was holding the coater and smiled from ear to ear.

a/n: possible part 2? If wanted