#ew shoes on the bench

[georgedontdothat]

he has too much power

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Not me already have written this part the day after I posted the first one 🤭. I wanna add titles to the chapters but idk what I’d have them be, probably lyrics from songs I like lol. Once again, apologies now for If Miguel is ooc and if the terminology and sports talk is wrong. If you’re experienced in either sport and wanted to lmk if I got something wrong. If you want to be added to the taglist lmk too.

(Y/N)- Your name, (L/N)- Last name.

No warnings, Just Miguel and you interacting lol. Idk if this is consider filler but it’s meant to get the ball rolling lol.

Word count: 1.3k

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Chapter 2: Do you ever get that fear that you can’t shift the tide,

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It’s been about a week since you’ve last ran into Miguel at the arena, surprisingly the figure skating team don’t run into the hockey team as much as you would think despite having to share a communal space on campus. Unfortunately, today was one of those days were you did run into them. You’ve arrived about 45 minutes early to practice, Logan nor coach Kavinsky were here yet. You were hoping to get some alone time on the ice before practice, but it had slipped your mind that today was Thursday, and on Thursdays the hockey team practiced before you rather then after like the rest of the week. As you dropped your gym back on the bench in the girl’s locker room, you were debating to whether you wanted to just wait at the arena till they were done, or walk back to your dorm. The only problem with the latter option is that the dorm buildings were all the way across campus, and by the time you finished the walk you’d have to turn around to walk back anyways.

So you stuck it up, and changed into your practice outfit, your skates in hand as you leave the locker room, deciding to keep your regular shoes on so you could at least get your stretching out of the way before your coach and partner came. You quickly went into one of the empty dance rooms that the arena had to do warm up stretches in, popping in your headphones to listen to your favorite song. After about 15 minutes you still had plenty of time before The Spiders got off the ice, you decided to just walk around the stadium. No destination in mind, just where ever your feet decided to carry you as your music continue to play in your ears. You can’t really say you were surprised to find yourself ending up in the main area with the ice rink, plopping yourself down in one of the front row seats as you let your brain go on autopilot.

You were too busy being lost in the music, you didn’t realize you were staring into space until you say a large tan hand appear in front of your face and began to snap its fingers, pulling you back into the moment.

“hellooo? Earth to ice princess.”

“Huh?” You shot up to sit straighter, blinking a bit as you take out your headphones, turning your head to look at the person who had just snapped you back into reality. “Look I know I’m attractive and all, but you don’t have to stare-“ Miguel begins, a cocky smirk on his face that you just wanted to smack off. One of his large hands going up to take off this helmet, his dark brown hair that was usually slicked back was now messy from the helmet, a thin coat of sweat covering his forehead. You cut him off, “ew, why would I be staring at you?” You question, your face slightly scrunched in distaste at the thought.

“You’ve been looking in my direction at the past 20 minutes.” He smirks as his teammates start to put away all their hockey equipment behind him, not paying attention to you both talk. You gave him a confused look before you realize why he might have been thinking that, “Oooooh-no-no I was just zoning out, I wasn’t staring at you on purpose.” You quickly explain, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck with your gloved hand, attempting to keep eye contact with the hockey player.

For a second, it looked like Miguel’s cocky exterior faltered, before coming back up. “Uh huh…sure.” He tone dripping with sarcasm as he drops his helmet onto a seat, then taking a seat next to you. His action caught you by surprise but you didn’t let it show, you also didn’t want to show the annoyance that filled your body from the taunting comment. “Why are you even here this early? Where is your little boyfriend?” He asked as turns his body towards you, resting the hand closest to you on his knee, his forearm that was further from you going to rest on his other knee. He was manspreading a bit, his eyes raking over your form slowly.

“Jesus why is it so warm in here all of a sudden? Usually I’m freezing my nonexistent balls off…” You thought as you shifted in your seat a bit, feeling the need to distract yourself, you start to change into your skates. “I wanted to get some time on the ice alone before practice but I forgot it was Thursday and- wait. Boyfriend?”

Miguel chuckled at your surprised reaction, turning his head away slightly, the hand that was resting on his knee came up to cover the smile that was creeping up on his face from your reaction. After a second or two he cleared his throat, his hand dropping back down to his knee as he turns to face you again with a neutral expression. “Yeah, your boyfriend, the one you skate with. What’s his name again? Lincoln? Liam?” Miguel knew his name, he just wanted to see if you’d correct him.

“Logan?”

Miguel tried his best not to scowl.

“Yeah, Logan-whatever-where’s he at?” He asked, he’s words come out annoyed and a bit rushed. “Well for one, he’s not my boyfriend, just my figure skating partner.” You start as you tilted your head to the side as you look at him, saying it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Now Miguel is trying his hardest not to let a huge shit eating grin spread across his lips. “And second, he’s probably on his way, he had a class today before practice-some science thing- I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders as you finish speaking.

Speaking of the devil, Logan and Coach Kavinsky appear through the front double door. “Ah! (Y/N), already here. Perfect! Let’s get straight into it.” She said with a smile as she seemingly ignore Miguel’s presence next to you, Logan stops next to you as you both took the guards off your skates, him shooting you a knowing look, his lips twitching up into small smirk as his eyes drift between you and Miguel. “I swear to God…if he brings this up later…” You start to think but a voice cut you off.

“Hey Cap!” One of the hockey players called out for Miguel’s attention, “We just finished packing up, you coming?” He asked as he skate to the edge of the rink, before getting out, a few of the other lingering players that were making sure all the equipment was all packed up doing the same. As soon as the other player was done speak to Miguel, he took off his helmet revealing (messy from the helmet and some sweat) light brown hair and brown eyes, his lower half of his face covered with a 5 o’ clock shadow and you noticed his nose was slightly croaked, probably him having broken it from a past game.

Miguel let out a heavy sigh, before turning towards the other player. “Yeah Parker, I’m going.” He grumbled as he brought his hand up to rub his face before giving you one more quick glance and getting up, leaving with the rest of who was left from his team, without another word. For some reason, that bothered you, causing your brows furrowed as your lips fall into a small frown.

“Rude…” you mumbled as you got up from your seat, Logan heard this and let out a small snort as he steps on to the ice. “Don’t overthink it (L/N), that’s just how he is.” Your partner tried to reassure you, you send him a small smile back and a quick nod of your head.

“Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t overthink it.” You repeat his words, as you went to enter the rink as well, but it was a bit too late for that, because you already were overthink it.

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Taglist: @tayleighuh

[mimiriko]

Blue + Gojou? <3

writing game | the famous blue…

There’s gum stuck on the soles of your shoes.

You feel it stick to the ground, a small amount of weight in your steps that captures your attention. Frankly, with the dizzying day you’ve had, full of summer and fun, it takes you by surprise you still have the ability to feel these small details.

Maybe you should reach down and scrape it off. But you really don’t want to touch it. In the 7/11 you’re in, there has to be something to use as a tool—

“Oi, which one do you want?”

You turn back to the freezer. Wisps of cold air chills the sweat on your hairline. “Um,” you point to your standard choice, “that one.”

Satoru crinkles his nose. “Ew.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Yeah? Didn’t think blueberry soda would be any better.”

“Yup,” he says, popping the ‘p’, “it is.”

For the final time, he sticks his head into the cocoon of winter, closing his eyes in relief. You count for five seconds before he stands up, as usual, and watch him pick your ice cream, the one a little deeper in the stack. Just like you taught him to.

You two make a beeline for a bench tucked in the grooves of the trees, where the sound of the waves still reach. A hidden place for rest you discovered when your boomerang skittered to the ground, next to its foot. He knows how much you love the sea, and wordlessly leaves the spot nearest to the beach. In thanks, you open his wrapper.

It’s an electric blue; tacky with a dolphin mascot, meant to grab a child’s interest. You find a pattern in Satoru’s choices: he always picks the most colorful, the most interesting. His innocence shows in mundane ways, things only you can see.

The popsicle itself is also a bright blue. He licks with a hum, then blanches.

You wait for the inevitable.

“Hey, hey, switch with me.”

You pointedly ignore him. “There’s two days left to our trip.” You say, watching the faint sight of waves crashing on rocks. “What else is left on our itinerary?”

The sticky blue drips on his fingers. “Couple of seafood restaurants left. Paragliding too,” he reaches out to poke your shoulder. “c’mon, I cant eat this—”

“Wouldn’t this be a nice place to live?” You look up to the dense trees above, fixating on the small fissures of sunlight peeking in. “We can build a house here and eat mango and sticky rice forever.”

He considers you. “We could,” he nods, looking serious. As if leaving your duties was an actual choice you could consider—he could consider. “It’ll be easy.”

You can’t help but snort.

But you can’t help dreaming about it either. Blue swimsuits and blue ice creams. Languid days washing out the bloody past. Maybe.

“Whatever happens, you know I’ll follow you.”

You take his popsicle and give him yours.

“I know.”

You watch him lick a fat strip of your ice cream, and go: “Yuck!”

[kingofthe-egirls]

LUFFY ANGST

(luffy rejects you, ur sad, sanji sorta comforts you)

“Nope!” Luffy smiles as he rejects your sexual advances. He’s sitting on a crate, kicking his legs against the sides so his heels banged on the wood. There’s printed blue text that says “FRAGILE” in all caps. His calf squishes over it as he leans back on his hands. Both his legs cover a letter each: “G” and “E.” So now it says “FRAIL.”

Go figure.

“Oh, okay.”

The words sour your taste buds like spoiled milk. He smiles, like it’s silly you even asked. He starts tilting his head to whistle a cheerful tune.

It’s so off-key.

****

So you still do your crewmate duties: mending the sails, rigging knots, climbing up the rickety ladder to stay in the crow’s nest for a chilly night’s watch. You sit with a flannel blanket around your shoulders, staring out at the midnight sea with a cup of hot chocolate in both hands.

You blow on the steam.

Someone pokes their head through the small opening: Sanji.

“Sorry, love,” He says, smiling wryly as he climbs up to sit next to you on the small wooden bench. The Going Merry is cozy, but sometimes cramped. Especially with your crush happily spacing himself away from you. It’s been a night since your confession, and his absolute rejection is still wrecking your lungs.

You take a scalding sip of molten chocolate. Sanji sighs.

“So, I heard about your loss in love,” he starts, voice gentle as he swipes his straw hair to the side. His legs stretch out in front of him, black slacks and shiny leather shoes.

There’s a scuff on the side of his left heel. You sniff.

It smells like snow.

“Sucks.”

You mutter the syllables into your drink, the “S’s” hissing through your sharp teeth. You clack them around the edge of the mug: biting down on the ceramic.

Sanji leans his steady weight into your side, his hands clasped between his knees. His fingers are slender, and strong. Frostbite nips at his dry knuckles, the redness blossoming against the cracked skin. You scowl.

“Your hands are dry,” you say, reaching out from your warm mug to softly touch the blistered skin. You stare at him, at sapphire eyes.

He has a regretful look on his face.

“Sorry,” he says, staring down at where your fingers meet his. “Nami let me use some of her hand lotion, but it’s scented so I don’t like wearing it when I cook.”

“Ah,” you say, nodding, “Makes sense.”

His fingers slowly wrap around yours. He turns your own hand over, so he can see your palm. You hold it flat for him, letting him stroke the subtle lines. His index finger traces the long streak you sport down the center. It crisscrossed several other lines, like spiderwebs or trade routes on one of Nami’s maps.

“Long life line,” he says, softly.

“Is it?” you ask, leaning sideways to stare at your own palm in his suffering hands. “What do the other lines mean?”

Sanji shakes his head, smiling conspiratorially. “No idea, sweetheart. Sorry,” he nudges your shoulder with his own. He sets your hand back against the still-steaming mug.

“I have cream,” you say, sipping your hot chocolate. “You can use it after washing your hands. It’s got aloe in it so it’s supposed to help with dry skin…,” you trail off, your own shortage of beauty knowledge showing. You shrug. “I get dry skin, too.”

“Like a dragon,” he says, flirting. You smile, despite yourself, and settle into the weight of his side. He wraps an arm around you, and you sigh.

Steam curls up around your lips.

The chocolate tastes sweet.

“Or a lizard,” you say back.

He snorts.

“Sure, lizard skin.”

“Ew,” you snicker, smiling wide for the first time this evening.

[saffiroll]

CAMP CAMP REWRITTEN

EPISODE ONE: ESCAPE FROM CAMP CAMPBELL

*A shot of the camp can be seen, and we are taken inside the counselors cabin*

David: *putting his boots on* I've never been more excited in my life!

Gwen: You say that no matter what you do David.

David: This time is different Gwen. Finally after gosh knows how long we are getting new campers! Apart from the ones we had last year-

Gwen: Why are you so excited about this? It's not something to be so jumpy about.

David: You clearly just don't understand the Camp Campbell life Gwen.

Gwen: *picking up some enrollment forms* Thank god i don't.

David: This summer all these kids will learn something new and exciting

Gwen: Half of them will be dead by sundown.

David:...yeaaahh probably

Gwen: God you're unbearable sometimes

*Bus honking*

David: The bus is here!!

*David ran out...and got hit by the bus*

Gwen: Ah fuck, why does this happen every time.

David: I'm okay!

*Kids started walking out*

Gwen: New campers huh? None of them are different

David: Uuuhhh- well i guess we're out of luck then-

Gwen: I dunno, there is one extra form, could be unexpected

David: oh come on now Gwen, Nothing here ever happens unexpectedly!

*bus door opens again*

QM: Forgot one.

Max: *steps out* Prepare for hell this summer.

*Everyone stares*

David:..oh.

*Intro plays*

David: Well hello there! Welcome t-

Max: i don't want to be here camp man, don't tell me stuff i don't care abo- is that girl just consuming dirt?

Gwen: Nikki no we talked about this last summer!

Nikki: *inhuman hissing noises*

Max:.....was i just sent to an insane asylum outdoors?

David: Hey! That wasn't very nice!

Max: Shshshshshsh- nobody caaarrreeesss

Nikki: *runs towards Max* Well hello!!

Max: *steps back* Woaaah there speedy gonzalez do NOT touch me.

Nikki: *jumping around* My name is Nikki! What's yours? *points downward* I like your shoes!

Max: *looks down* Where are YOUR shoes? You're just wearing socks.

Nikki: You don't need shoes in nature! It's natural!

Max:....Ew-

Nikki: Sooo you're the newest one here no? All of us came here last Summer and we're back again! But you? You're not.

Max: Wow, no shit

Nikki: *poking around her hair* My mom forced me to cut my hair because it got dirty often and-

Max: What does that have to do with out conversation so far

Nikki: Oh! Right! Camp!

Max: What even-

Nikki: ANYWAY LET'S GO LOOK AROUND! *She pulled him by his hand and started running*

Max: FUCK-

*The scene cuts to the Mess Hall*

Nikki: Behold! *she showed it off with her hands* The place where we eat, fight and throw up!

Max:..oh i hate this place even more...

Nikki: *walks over to the door* The mashed potatoes are my favourite personally-

Max: i literally don't care.

Nikki: *she opened the doors to chaos happening* aaannndd behold, again!!

*All the kids are either throwing food at each other or slipping on it*

Max: i-

Nikki: I'm already feeling like i'm home.

Max: Well i DON'T?

Nikki: Don't worry! It's only your first day!You'll get used to it! *she sat down on a bench*

Max: What does this camp even represent?!

Nikki: look at this potato bug i found!

Max: NIKKI!!!

Nikki: Ah! Don't yell at me!

Max: Then answer m-

Gwen: *Banging on pots and pans* ALRIGHT EVERYONE SETTLE THE FUCK DOWN YOU LITTLE SHITS WE NEED TO DO SOME VIDEO SHOWING SO YOU ALL DID NOT FORGET THE REASON YOU'RE HERE!

David: Ahem! What Gwen wanted to say is..we just want to remind you all what makes this place special and fun for you all! Especially for our newest camper Max!

*Everyone just glanced at him*

Max: *whispering* ffffffucking kill meeee-

*A momemt of Cameron Campbell can be seen as he goes down the stairs and climbs up again*

Max: What the fuck?

Nikki: This is normal.

*Annndd he's back. Ew*

Cameron: Well i'm here now as well- apparently!

David: Mister Campbell! What are you doing here?

Gwen: Oh god please no.

Cameron: Well i'm not hiding from any authorities if that's what you're talking about! Haha!

David: Haha what-

Cameron: Come on now Davey! How about you show this uh-

*he looked at Max*

Cameron: New gremlin- around the camp!

David: Hey! Maybe you could do it Nikki!

Nikki: Me?

Max: HER?!

David: Well sure why not? It'll be good for you two to get to know each other better! Since you've been near each other this entire time!

Max: nononoNONONO-

Cameron: Great! It's all settled then! Haha! Off you two go! Davey go supervise them! Or else.

David: I wont disappoint you Mister Campbell!

Cameron: Yeah whatever- *closes curtains*

*After 5 minutes*

Nikki: Okay so! Here we have these uh- things! Camps! Let's see *Starts pointing at each one* there's Sports camp! Which the best girl does! Magics! Stars! Shakespeare! Art!...other magics- and other stuff i do not remember!

Max: *rolls his eyes* Wow how wonderful.

*Gwen walked over*

Gwen: David i think we need to discuss MANY things about running this at this scale with Cameron-

Nikki: Gwen?

Gwen: What is it Nikki?

Nikki: *pointing* Max ran off

Max: *Currently trying to RUN* GOTTA GET THE FUCK OIT OF HERE HOLY SHIT-

Gwen:....David can you-

David: On my way- *he ran after Max*

Max: YOU CAN'T CATCH ME YOU TWINK ASS HORROR SHOW!!

David: *he did.*

Max: SON OF A BITCH-

*10 minutes later*

Nikki: You'll get used to all of this eventually- i promise

Max: Ughh i hate this...so mu-

*he bumped into someone*

Neil: *turns around* Can i help you?

Max: PFFTT- hahaha! You look ridiculous! Is that a costume for a halloween party?

Neil: I'm a scientist.

Max:....your tone is uh- new.

Neil: Is that a problem? *He looked at him with a skeptical expression*

Max: Ye-

Nikki: *covers his mouth* No no! Not at all! We'll just be on our way! We just ran into you accidentally!

*she pushed Max away*

Max: what the hell is the problem?

Nikki: Neil...uh..intimidates me...

Max: intimidates you?

Nikki: It was a whole thing like last year...i don't wanna talk about it-

Max: Oh- jeez- uhm...well- that sucks. I'm sorry.

Nikki: It's fine! I mean it's not like something weird is gonna happe-

*bullets were suddenly being heard*

Max: the fuck?

Cameron: Code black! Well look at the time! i gotta go now!

David: Wait sir! Where are you going??

Cameron: International waters! Have a decent summer kids! *grabs on a helicopter ladder as agents follow him with the gunshots*

Max:...wanna run away together?

Nikki: Spy escaping let's go!

*they started running*

David: Max get back here this instant!! You're being a bad influence!

Max: don't tell me what to do!

Nikki: *she took Max's "new camper" pin and yeeted it at David*

Max: SAYONARA SUCKERS!!

*they got on the bus...annnddd immediately crashed it*

Max: Ughhh we were so clooseeee

Nikki: i cut my arm on glass.

Gwen: well honestly Max how were you expecting to drive a bus?

Max: Fair.

David: Well i think we all learned something today!

Max: No David. I think YOU learned something today. I will make this year hell and none of ypu can stop me, and i have a wild and probably traumatized sugar full gremlin to help me!

Nikki: *Jumps in joy* Yeah yeah yeah!

Max: C'mon Nikki. We're out of here.

*They walked off*

David:....can i play the song now?

Gwen: *Snatches the guitar and slams him with it*

*Outro plays*

[moonmanatee]

Sun Shower | Drarry | 5.9k | Rated T | Unleashed!Fest Fic Claim

Tags: EWE, Outsider POV, fluff, minor panic and nightmares, Harry reckoning with his childhood, Draco in the muggle world, Harry cooking playfully, Draco’s heeled slippers, questionable sandwich choices, does this cat want to eat Draco? maybe, does Draco want to eat Harry? certainly.

“I don’t know why he thinks this is so stupid,” Harry grumbled on their way to the walking path. “It’s not stupid, it’s lovely, and I’m going anyway.” He pulled Orkie off of his shoulder and cradled him against his chest instead. Orkie purred, so Harry would know he was listening.

When they rounded a bend, they spotted the tall man, again on the bench with the scruffy dog.

“Draco! Hubert!”

The man turned toward them and smiled.

“See?” Harry whispered into Orkie’s head. “Lovely.”

here you’ll find a skeptical protective cat, sweet messy Harry, confident capable Draco, a silly French dog, food as a love language and as healing, many fabulous coats and bags, gentle rituals, jam, chutney, mustard, various legumes, and mud.

this is for @getawayfox, whose encouragement and inspiration got me to actually write something I wanted to share. El and @stavromulabetaaa, you’ve been the best mods for @unleashed-fest, thank you for all your support. this fest is full of so many wonderful things!

a big big thank you to my beta, @citrusses, and to @sweet-s0rr0w for the britpick!!

Draco’s shoes are inspired by this gorgeous shoe concept from @lilbeanz

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[bisexualnathanyoung]

Oops

Pairing: Nathan & Mel

Word Count: 917

Warnings: Just a little bit of violence and some sexual humor

So in my main big fic, I wrote Nathan grabbing her from behind, and she just kind of yelps, but Nathan isn’t necessarily known for being quiet, so in that moment I’m just going to assume she knew it was him right away. But I was like lmao what if-

Oh, also, this is before they were actually together.

You know when you’re doing a task, and you’re not even necessarily focused on the task, you’re so in your own head, and everything’s kind of blurred out?

 I was sweeping the floor, but I was also in a non-flashback kind of trance, thinking about everything I’d done and witnessed and had done to me to get me precisely where I was. Just your casual brain blast of dead bodies and abuse but also laughing with your friends and hugging your mum. 

When you’re performing a task that’s so fucking boring that your brain has no choice but to think of anything else, and if you’re unlucky, it’ll think of everything else. 

So I was bent over, smacking the wall with this fucking broom trying to get the dirt out from under this bench in the community centre, but my brain couldn’t have been less focused.

As I stood back up, I felt a pair of arms go around me, and I screamed, and threw my head and elbows back behind me. I undoubtedly smacked them with the broom as well as it stayed in my hands. Whoever had grabbed me let go; I stomped on their foot and ran. 

I was halfway down the corridor but not quite to the other door when I stopped. I realized my hands were glowing but hadn’t let off any sparks. I also realized I was still holding on to that broom.

My heart was still racing as my senses decided to come back. All I heard was Alisha laughing.

I slowly walked back over to where I was. I peeked around the corner. 

My hands stopped glowing when I saw Nathan curled up in the fetal position on the floor. 

… Oops…

I ran back in there. 

He threw his arms in front of his face as I approached him, “Ah! don’t hit me!” 

“I am a small woman that lives in a high crime area! What did you think was going to happen, tryin to grab me like that?” I said to him. 

“I don’t know,” he responded. When he moved his arms, I noticed his lip was bleeding. 

I sighed and sat down next to him, “I’m sorry.” 

He sat up, “what are those boots made of? Bricks?.. I mean,” he dusted off his shoulders, “I’m fine. I’m good. Not a scratch.” 

“Shit,” I said, “fuck. I could’ve broken your toe.” 

I pulled his shoe and sock, and he wiggled his toes. They were kind of red. 

“Nothing looks broken,” I said, “can you bend your toes? Does it hurt?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded, “I’m fine.” 

I started to lift his shirt up to see if I’d hurt anything else. 

“Hey!” he said with a small jump, “you assault me and now you’re tryna get a look at the goods?” 

I let go of his shirt, “sorry. Should’ve asked. I’m just trying to make sure I didn’t hurt you.” 

A small smirk appeared on his face, “you never have to ask to take off my clothes, dear.” 

I rolled my eyes, but mainly ignored him while I lifted his shirt up again. 

I poked at his ribs, “does that hurt?” 

“A little,” he said and pouted. 

I sat back on my heels, “I’ll get you some ice.” 

“Maybe it’d help if you kissed it better?” he said with another pout. 

I sighed and shook my head, but then I leaned over and left two small kisses on each side of his rib cage. When I sat back up, he looked like he was trying to suppress a smile. He almost looked embarrassed. I didn’t know it was possible for him to be embarrassed. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he said. 

I shrugged, “whatever helps.” 

“What about up here?” he asked and poked his lip out. 

“I ain’t tastin’ your blood,” I responded and stood up. 

“Oh, but I’d love to taste yours,” he responded with a smirk. 

I gave him a genuine look of disgust, “ew.” 

“You’d enjoy it,” he said before putting two fingers in front of his mouth and sticking his tongue between them and making a noise sounding something like an “ehg.” 

I blinked and kept my look of disgust, though turning from less disgust and more to disapproval. 

“Do you want a black eye to go with that busted lip?” I asked, sounding more sarcastic than hostile. 

“Nah,” he replied, “that’s a bit too kinky for my taste.” 

I ran my hand over my face, “I’m going to get the fucking ice.” 

“The fucking ice?” he said, “oh like when girls-”

“Shut up!” I cut him off. 

He grinned. I was beginning to think he was proud of himself every time he managed to rile me up a bit. 

I went and got the ice from the kitchen and came back. 

I handed him a bag of ice with a paper towel and another paper towel for his lip. 

“Thank yooooou,” he said. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t electrocute your arse,” I responded, not wanting to give in to the fact that I thought he was kind of adorable. 

“Specifically my arse?” he said, “alright, dominatrix.” I gave him another side-eye.

Kelly joined us in the main area after leaving the locker room. “The fuck’d happen to him?” She asked. 

“She did,” Nathan answered. 

“Oh, did he finally grab your arse like he thinks about every single day?” She asked me. 

“Those thoughts were private!” he butted in before I could answer. 

[thewarriorspecial]

Ride Along

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

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Rating: Mature | Guy Gardner/Hal Jordan, Tom Kalmaku, Carol Farris

Additional Tags: Pilot Hal Jordan, Aircraft wank, Pilot jokes, Cussing, like a lot, Dirty Jokes, Kissing

After much nagging and pouting, Guy scores a ride along in a real Top Gun jet with his crush--local, greying test pilot Hal Jordan.

“Oh?” Guy asks, looking at all of the ratchet strap contraptions spread out over the Ferris Air locker room benches, “What’s all this?”

“G-Suit. Parachute vest.” Hal answers blandly as he starts to disrobe.

“For fun?” Guy asks hopefully, watching Hal’s jacket, shirt, shoes, and jeans disappear into the locker. 

“For if the worst happens.” 

“Oh? Oh. Hm.” Guy fusses with the olive green jumpsuit in his hands, watching how Hal puts his on over his tank top and boxers and follows suit. Hal takes his dog tags off and hangs them in the locker, too. Then, he takes a different chain out. This one only has one tag. He drops it inside of his tank top, zips the flight suit the rest of the way and says nothing about it. Hal never does anything without a reason and sometimes it’s best not to ask why.

Guy manages to get the G-suit on by following Hal; its mostly velcro and zippers. He watches Hal drop the vest unceremoniously onto the floor and quickly strap himself into it with no fuss. Guy turns his over in hands, and over and over. He looks flustered. 

“Here let me help you with that. Alright, gimme your left foot,” Hal holds one of the leg loops open for Guy to step into and Guy steps in with his right. Hal huffs a laugh out of his nose, “The  other left.”

“Sorry, my bad,” Guy leans on Hal’s shoulder as he raises his actual left and balances on his bad knee. From this angle Guy can see just how much of Hal’s hair has gone grey. 

“There you go.” Hal slides the straps over Guy’s flight suit and tugs them up so they seat properly into his crotch. When Guy gasps Hal explains, “It’s gotta be tight-tight. This keeps you in your seat.

“You’re sure these aren’t for fun?” Guy asks, blushing a little at the rough handling.

“They could be,” Hal wiggles his eyebrows. He holds Guy’s gaze as he secures the rest of the straps around Guy’s torso, pulling a little more roughly than necessary in Guy’s opinion. Hal slides his fist under the chest strap and tugs as he asks, “Nice and tight?”

“Yup,” Guy chokes out as his ears turn red. He wants to smack the smug grin off of Hal’s face. The last time he picked Truth was definitely the Last Time he was gonna answer any of Hal’s bedroom questions. Fucker knows too much now.

Hal leads Guy through his well worn-path from the locker room to the flight line. He takes them across a glass bridge that gives a great view of the airfield. Guy slides along the glass, peppering Hal with questions about every single aircraft he can see. 

“Why are they all spread out like that? Aren’t they in each other’s way?”

“Static displays.”

“Ah, okay.” Guy pretends to understand Hal’s non-answer. “Was’at one?” He asks, pointing at some kind of helicopter hybrid.

“Osprey.”

“N’at one?” Guy points to the one that looks like it’s got Dumbo ears.

“Harrier.”

“This one? With the thing?”

“Hornet. That’s a tail hook.”

“Cool. Ew, what’s that?” Guy asks, frowning at a blue and white puddle jumper.

“Skyhawk.”

“Looks slow.”

“It is.”

“That’s not the trainer is it?”

“Not ours, no.”

They reach the end of the bridge and Hal hits the button for the elevator. He normally just hops one full flight of stairs at a time but today he’s not late and he’s also taking it easy on Guy’s knee. Guy is smiling and bouncing a little. Over the elevator music, Hal can hear him tapping out the baseline to ‘Highway to the Danger Zone’ against the wall. The doors slide open and they head towards the massive hanger. Parked outside, facing the taxiway is a small, sleek twin-engine jet. The livery is white and red, and it has a NASA logo on the tail. Tom is moving with practiced efficiently around the jet, tugging on things and removing red tags as he goes.

“Here she is. This is our trainer.”

“Ooooh,” Guy says as he all but skips towards the plane. 

“Thought you might like her.”

“Boy, do I. Is this the one you learned to fly in?”

Hal smiles fondly, glancing at the Cessna Skyhawk across the apron, “In the Air Force, yes.”

“Does everyone learn to fly in these?”

“Mostly. It’s also a favorite of the United States Navy Fighter Weapons School,” Hal says, affectionally patting the aircraft’s belly.

“Top Gun!” Guy shouts as he vibrates with excitement. Hal can feel Tom roll his eyes from where he’s crouched behind the aircraft, finishing pre-flight checks. 

“You bet.” Hal lets the smile tugging at his cheeks take over his face. Guy’s enthusiasm is contagious. 

“Can I touch it?”

“We have her for the day; feel her up.”

“How do you know she’s a she?” Guy asks.

“Same way you do with boats.”

“Cool. So are we like, allowed, to fly this or…?”

“Dude, I work here, remember?”

“But like,” Guy points, indicating the space flag logo on the tail where the last two planes they looked at clearly said Ferris Air.

“Yeah, this is a recent purchase from NASA. Still needs the new Ferris livery. I’m the test pilot, now certified flight trainer, and my boss already said its cool, so,” Hal gives one of his nonchalant shrugs. It’s kinda sexy. So annoying.

“What’s this one’s name?”

“The T-38 Talon.”

“Cool.”

“Cooler than the Skyhawk?”

“Very. That was a putt-putt. This is a Jet,” Guy informs him, making stiff, unarguable gestures with his hands. Hal loves the way Guy shapes his feelings with his big, spatulate palms. 

“That used to be a trainer, too. It’s a good airplane. Reliable.”

“Looks like a mail-plane putt-putt to me,” Guy says with a dismissive wave.

“It is now. Something for the Hornets to buzz around on slow nights.”

“Can you land that on a carrier?”

“I don’t think so. Gotta have a tail hook to land on a carrier. That’s what the Greyhound is for.” Hal points at a broad, lumpy bumblebee of an aircraft that looked more likely to float on water than take off.

“That monster?”

“Yup.”

“Greyhound, like the dog?”

“No. Greyhound like the bus.”

“Now I see the resemblance. What’s it doing here?”

“Another static display. Carol’s got this airshow bug up her ass. Raise money. Network. Above my pay grade. Im just here to fly.”

“Huh. You ever land on a carrier?”

“No, I was Air Force. I either landed wheels first or feet first.”

“Feet first?”

“Yeah, as in punch out and hope you don’t take an anti-aircraft missile to the chest.”

“Jesus. You really are the man with no fear.”

“No. No, I was scared all the time. Kept me alive.”

“Well I’m glad for that, then.” Guy says awkwardly, bumping his helmet against Hal’s back before he disappears into a somber memory.

“Alright, you’re all set,” Tom declares as he stands up. He stalks over to Hal, giving him a strong, two-finger poke in the chest as he adds, “Don’t break this one, it’s new.”

“It’s older than me.”

“Don’t. Break. This one.”

“Tom doesn’t like when I pull on his stick too hard,” Hal says to Guy, like Tom’s not there.

Guy grins, recognizing the expression on Tom’s face as something a little more complex than generic mechanic grousing, “Aw don’t be jealous, buddy. I’ll bring him right back."

“It’s my hanger and I’ll do what I want,” Tom bristles. 

“Ladies, please, there’s plenty of me to go ‘round,” Hal grins and puts a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Always pitching for a three-way. Polyamorous space tomcat,” Tom uses Ollie’s exemplary descriptor. It’s a good one. He shoots a look at Guy. “Not into gingers. Sorry.”

“It’s cool. Must be at least this tall to ride,” Guy smirks, holding his hand at neck height and several inches above Tom’s head.

“Alright boys,” Hal interrupts before an actual fight can start, “Enough grab-ass. Let’s fly.”

Guy bounces on his toes as he watches how Hal gets himself up into the cockpit. He follows all of Hal’s instructions except for one. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves his ring. Just in case. 

Through the helmet, Guy can hear everything Hal can hear. He listens as Hal talks to someone in the tower. The weather is beautiful and the sky is theirs for the day. There’s no one else out here but them. Guy sits up straight, trying to see as much of what Hal is doing as possible. 

“Canopy’s coming down,” Hal says and Guy puts his hands in his lap so nothing gets pinched. He feels the glass brush his head and tries to shrink down in the seat.

“Jesus shitting cock-fuck!”

“You okay? What happened?” Hal twists around in his seat to check.

“That’s how Goose died!” Guy exclaims, genuinely alarmed. Hal bursts into his authentic donkey laughter and Guy is absolutely miffed.

“I’m sorry. You’re fine. It’s a small jet. Just wiggle around and I’ll hop out and adjust your seat if you need.”

Guy sits properly in his seat leaving a few inches between his head and the glass. He gives Hal a little thumbs up and Hal works himself back into his own seat.

“You want a nice ride or do you want me to beat you up a little?” Hal asks over the radio.

“I’ve flown in space. I can handle whatever this little baby jet can do.”

“Baby jet,” Hal scoffs. “Alright, let’s take it straight to ten. Engines on.”

Guy feels the engines before he hears them; louder than any car he’s ever been in, even though the double layer of ear protection. The plane lurches forward and turns down the runway. The roar of the engines grows louder still, and they pick up tremendous speed in an instant. 

“Afterburner,” Hal says and Guy can hear the grin splitting his face. Guy feels his body pressing into the seat as the jet lifts up, goes vertical and starts a relentless climb. Guy counts to ten in head and still they keep climbing. He suddenly feels weightless as the jet levels out with the horizon. 

“Okay, I’m sorry. Your big boy jet’s kickin’ my ass.”

“Thought so. Squeeze your legs,” Hal says and Guy doesn’t think he could do anything else as he feels the plane raise up, and loop back down. The exit the loop and Guy relaxes as the g-forces let go. “Good?” Hal asks as Guy starts to pant. 

“Peachy.”

“There’s a ziplock bag by your left knee if you need it.”

“I’m not a fuckin’ wuss. I’m not gonna barf.”

“Okay,” Hal says like a shrug. “How ‘bout a couple rolls?”

“Sure,” Guy says, voice strained as he’s already begun to brace. Hal takes the first two aileron rolls through controlled ticks. The next two he rolls straight through in the opposite direction. 

“Ugh,” Guy says.

“Still with me?”

“Still here.”

“Good. You’re gonna take us supersonic.”

“‘Scuse me?” Guy warbles.

“Grab the stick.”

“What?”

“I’m wiggling it, look. Between your legs.”

“You’re serious.”

“Yup. Grab it. Push it all the way forward.”

“Holy fuck,” Guy breathes but he does as Hal says because he likes the way he says it. Hal’s got a special brand of terrifying and erotic all at once.

Guy chances a look out of the cockpit. He can’t even see Ferris anymore. The mountains rush by like street lamps along the highway. 

“And we’re Mach 1. Supersonic,” Hal says, calm as ever. 

“Cool. So I’m a pilot now?”

“Sure are. We’ll have to give you a callsign.”

“I have a couple ideas,” Guy perks up, nausea suddenly forgotten.

“Pilots don’t pick their own. Don’t worry, I’ll think of something.”

“Better be something cool.”

“Wanna go all the way?” Hal asks, entirely suggestive.

“Let’s do it,” Guy says, resigned but also hopeful for the double entendre.  

“Alright, let go. I’m gonna take us up.”

“Up where?”

“The edge of space. Killer view.”

The jet begins to climb again. The world below fades away. They cut through the few clouds in the sky. The wings are wrapped in tendrils of vapor for a moment and then the clouds are below them. Hal tilts the jet slightly towards the earth and Guy can see the curve of the horizon, beams of sunlight breaking through the clouds from below.

“Wow,” Guy breathes.

“It’s so beautiful. I love this.” They hover for a few moments before Hal breaks the comfortable silence, “Much as I’d love to stay here, we’re gonna have to head back. You want it easy or rough?”

“Wh—?” Is this how Hal flirts, Guy wonders to himself. “You know what,” Guy says with a shrug, “You pick.”

“Okay,” Hal says, with that crazy tone in his voice. Guy’s stomach flip-flops as his body goes weightless. The jet rolls and then drops, straight down into a high speed dive. The g-forces slam Guy back into the seat again. He feels like his eyes are getting pressed into the back of his skull. His vision momentarily shrinks to the size of a toilet paper roll. 

“What in the dicking shit-fuck, Hal??” Guy grinds out as he braces again. And Hal. Hal just cackles.

 “Altitude. Altitude.” A robotic, female voice chimes.

“The fuck is that?” Guy’s eyes dart around, searching for the third person in the cockpit.

“Ah, that’s just Betty. She’s always bitching at me.”

“Who??”

“Terrain. Terrain. Pull up. Pull up.” The female voice says.

“Maybe you should listen to Betty. She sounds a lot less fuckin’ nuts, Hal.”

“Fine, fine,” Hal sighs as he levels the jet. 

Guy can feel the sweat coating his body. He’s shaken and pretty nauseous. Ferris Air fills his view, larger than life again when it had seemed so far away a moment ago.

“Alright, buddy. Bringing us down. Gonna feel a few bumps.”

Hal drops the landing gear and Guy feels the floor shudder. The runway comes up beneath them and it feels like they’re still going way too fast. The aircraft gently bounces once before the nose comes down and the impact Guy braces for never comes. Guy notices the wing flaps moving as Hal brings the jet around almost exactly where they started from. The engines shut down and the canopy opens and Guy is grateful for the fresh air. The tight space and the weird smell of the mask was suddenly stifling. 

“So,” Hal asks, turning around in his seat and leaning on his elbow to look at Guy, “How was your first time?” Hal’s curly hair is pressed down all around his face and his helmet dangles from his hand.

Guy is pale and still panting. He pulls his helmet off and his short, sweaty hair sticks up in all directions. He smiles like he just won the Super Bowl, “That was fuckin’ awesome.”

“Good.” Hal’s smile is loving and indulgent. “I’ll help you down. C’mon.” Hal climbs down, and offers his hand to Guy.

Guy just hops straight down, landing much too softly for jumping from that height.

“You kept your ring on,” Hal observes, sadly. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I do,” Guy says, immediately regretting that he forgot to put the ring back into his pocket, “I trust you, Hal. I never for a second thought you were incapable as a pilot. It’s just…when you said ‘if the worst happens’. I can’t allow that. I cannot let you get hurt on my watch,” Guy says as he crowds Hal against the landing gear. “I won’t.” Guy’s body is still humming with adrenaline after falling through the sky and he feels ready to do something stupid.

This is one place Hal’s never fooled around before. Right here on the apron, in the open. No one around to catch them. Out of view of the hanger cameras. Security won’t be back this way for a bit and Tom’s nowhere to be seen. 

This is the first time they’ve kissed that they weren’t at least buzzed. That’s new.

——

Carol’s desk is buried in a collage of fanned out papers. Sticky notes and business cards are stuck all around. At the center of her mess lives her laptop and calendar. She’s in a deep wikipedia hole chasing the success of airshows passed. When her phone goes off suddenly, she drops the pen she forgot she was holding between her teeth. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks, answering after barely the first ring. Very few numbers will go though her custom Do Not Disturb settings, and this is coming from the tower.

“You owe me money,” says Gina, the new air traffic control tech. 

“Hm,” Carol says, toeing her shoes back on and rolling her chair over to the big picture window on the far side of her office. She scans the property, sees the heat waves rolling off of the back of the new T38 and then spots the figures beneath it. Guy’s got Hal pinned against the plane. “No. You said if they fucked on the plane. That was the bet.”

“They are on the plane. They’re leaning on it.”

Carol loudly clicks her tongue, “Nah, they’re under it.”

“On it. Cough it up Purple Panties. I totally called it.”

Carol sighs. She’s gotta stop telling her new friends why her callsign is Sapphire. “Alright. Fine. You win. On a technicality.” She can hear Gina’s triumphant fist pump.

——

Guy wakes slowly, eyes opening easily in the still dark motel room. He feels rested and at peace. Thirsty as hell though; maybe that’s what woke him from his deep sleep. He goes to stretch and realizes Hal is splayed diagonally across the bed, head nestled in Guy’s armpit and arm draped over Guy’s stomach.

Huh, he’s still here. That’s new, too.

There, catching the moonlight on Hal’s shoulder is the lone dog tag. Curiosity gets the best of him and Guy gently lifts the piece of metal, tilting it in the sparse light until he can read the tiny letters stamped into its surface. 

JORDAN

MARTIN

121-02-3245

O NEG

CATHOLIC

“It’s my dad’s,” Hal’s voice is soft and distant, still half asleep. 

“Oh, sorry.” Guy says as he gently puts it back the way he found it. 

“It’s fine. You can look at it.” Hals eyes are still closed. Guy can feel Hal’s body tremble for a moment as he stretches and adjusts, laying his head fully on Guy’s shoulder.

“How come there’s only one? Don’t you have two?” The questions sneak out of Guy’s mouth. He’d been chewing on them since he’d seen Hal make the switch.

“The other one is with him,” Hal answers and Guy’s heart sinks. “This was left to me. With his wings. And his jacket.”

Guy stares at the ceiling as more questions bubble up. He doesn’t want to make Hal any more uncomfortable than he already has. He runs his knuckles gently up and down Hal’s back and Hal makes a contented sound not unlike a cat’s purr. Hal mirrors the motion along Guy’s ribs. 

“I just, y’know,” Hal starts, unsure, “I like to take him with me. When I’m doing something fun. He was robbed of so much of his time.” Guy can hear Hal’s throat tighten on the last word. Hal takes a breath to steady his voice and continues, “I lost my wings so it feels weird to take his. He used to take me flying. I never got the chance.”

“Is he uh, with us right now? Ow.” As soon as the words leave Guy’s mouth he gets a pinch on the back of his arm. “I’m just saying, I know you’re into three-ways, ow, but I’m not into DILFs. Ow.”

“I forgot. You’re distracting.”

“Is that why you put me behind you? Ow. I meant in the plane.”

Hal sits up on his elbow and takes the chain off. He leans over to tug the nightstand drawer open and drops the dog tag inside. “There. He can’t see you anymore. Better?”

“He got quite the eyeful already, dummy.”

“Yeah?” Hal asks, throwing a leg over Guy and getting comfortable sitting on his hips, “How ‘bout I help you forget?”

“Now you’re distracting.”

“Good. Eyes on me, Rabbit.”

“Yes, sir.”

[addict4kpopp]

Insecurities • Park Jimin

Summary: A young girl that has been bullied for half of her life for her appearance meets a charming and charismatic man who helps her open up and be proud of who she is.

Genre: Romance, Mental Abuse, Insecurity

Pairing:Park Jimin x Fem Reader

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"Tch, look at you. Do you think anybody will want crap that is ugly like this???!" Your bully said towering over you while her companions laughed. 'Ugly duckling! Ugly duckling! Ugly duckling!!,' Everyone began chanting, I felt so hurt that I pushed the girls out of my way and ran quickly to the bathroom. Tired of all the bullying I was getting at home and school, I began to cry, "I can't take this anymore."

I decided to spend my entire class session inside the bathroom, ashamed and timid to go back to my classroom, that's when the only thought that ran through my head was the thought to end it all. Hearing the lunch bell echoing throughout the hallway, you headed up to the roof of the school building. Inhaling the intoxicated smell of the cold winter day, I closed my eyes as I felt tears exiting them.

Taking a deep breath, I reopened my eyes and placed my backpack on the bench to the rear wall before removing my school shoes ready to admit your end. I was just about to step off to the edge of the wall when I heard a sweet, angelic calm voice behind me, "What do you think you are doing?"

Shocked and surprised, I spun around losing my footing but I was saved just in time as the man grabbed hold of my hand as fell right into his opening arms. My cheeks felt hot as I quickly jumped to my feet, embarrassed at what happened. Giving him an apologetic bow, "I-Im sorry."

He folded his arms over his chest as a small giggle escaped his lips, "No need to do that, the best thing is that you are alive."

Rapidly grabbing my belongings, I was about to rush down the stairs when I heard the man stop me, "What's your name??"

"My name is Sara Choi."

"I hope we'll meet again soon."

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Finally, the last bell of the day rang and you were definitely not grateful mainly because your plan had failed and you were brought to the principal because so overseers saw what took placed with the bullies.

You were about to go through the school gate when you spotted the dude that saved you on the rooftop, trying to avoid him you lifted your hand to your cheek to hide your face from him but that was when you heard him shout your name.

Seeing that the unavoidable could not be unavoidable, you stood in your exact spot as he jogged over to you. With a jagged breath he asked you, "You going home right now??"

"Yeah. I am, why?"

"Let's go out." You felt your body shiver, "Ew, no." That's when he started to laugh, "Wow, Ms. Choi, your expectations are very far."

"Not it isn't, " You muttered as you stared at the ground feeling the sense of embarrassment creeping in. "Let's go." Grabbing onto his wrist, you pulled him behind you but that's when you were halted by some familiar footsteps. Slowly, you looked up to see, her, Jang Hana. "I see, you have added a new toy to your collection."

Jimin pulled you back making it possible that you were behind him. As he stared at Hana, you felt the atmosphere around you feel dark and cold. "If I were you, I'd leave her alone from this day forward." He said as his tone got deeper but instead of feeling any intimidation, Hana began to laugh as if she had officially gone mad. "Ha! What do you think you can do to me? Fight me? Kill me?"

Letting go of my hands he walked over to Hana, gently leaning over to her ear, "Babygirl, I can do something even worse." That's when all the pride that she had suddenly disappeared as her face began pale. Stomping away on fury, you started to giggle as you walked over to him, "What did you say to her that made her so pale?"

As he winked at me, you felt your stomach fill with butterflies, "That's our secret."

"Oh? So your keeping secrets?"

"I'll let you in onto it, soon. Now, let's go get something to eat."

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After enjoying the delicacies, the two decided to walk through the park not too far away from the restaurant. Walking along the bridge, you had decided to ask the question you longed to ask about, "So, what did you say to her?" He turned to look at you, looking a little confused, "Hana. What did you say to her?"

"Oh, I just told her that she should leave you alone or else she'd suffer some consequences." You just nodded as the cold night wind blew through the hair of both. You were interrupted when your phone began to ring, "You should answer it."

You nodded, "Yeah but I have something I wanna say." He stared at me so attentively that I had to take a deep breath in. "Jimin. You are the first person I have ever met that made me feel like-" You were cut short when you felt his soft plump pink lips against yours, without giving this a second thought, you kissed him back passionately. Pulling apart, you looked up into his beautiful siren eyes, "What was that for?"

"To prove that I love you."

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

061 of 2023

White or red wine?

White, definitely. Red is too heavy for me.

Who was the last person you hugged?

My husband.

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?

No, never.

Where did your first kiss take place?

First meaningful one? On a bench in the park.

Do you prefer foxes or wolves?

Wolves.

What is your shoe size?

42 or 43 in European sizes.

Do you prefer fruit or vegetables?

Vegetables.

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?

I’ve never kissed a woman, so. Here’s your answer.

What does your outfit consist of today?

Black hoodie with hip hop print and black sweatpants.

What are your bust-waist-hip measurements?

Probably smaller than average guy of my height.

Are you a hypocrite?

I’m trying not to be, but let others estimate.

Why did you last cry?

I’m gonna skip this question because it appears everywhere and it’s only getting on my nerves.

What are your favourite smells?

Vanilla, cinnamon, the sea, the air after rain, citrus fruits.

What are your favourite textures?

Silk, sand, satin.

Fur or feathers?

Neither.

Tartan or tweed?

Tartan.

Leopard print or neon?

Neon all the way.

Any beauty tips?

You don’t expect beauty tips from a dude who wears hoodies all the time, do you?

If you won a LOT of money the lottery and decided to move, where would you move to?

I’d buy a house in Spain.

Alcoholic beverage of choice?

Beer, but I don’t drink anymore.

What is more attractive: Nice hands or nice feet?

Ew, feet. Always hands. Feet are disgusting.

What’s the youngest you would consider dating?

25 or so? Although there’s a guy I like but he’s 21, and I feel kinda weird about liking him.

Are thongs sexy?

Not to me.

Did you grow up in a healthy environment?

Define “healthy environment” please.

What do you think of when I say “the twenties"?

The decade.

Is penetration important to you?

What, I almost choked on my pudding, thank you. No, it’s not, especially when I am expected to be the active side.

What did your last text read?

Boring question, pass.

Can you ride a bicycle?

Yeah, I can.

What sport were you best at in high school?

Basketball.

Who do you miss right now?

M. Kind of.

What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed?

Lambic beer, but it was ages ago.

What is your sexuality?

asexual, but homo-oriented.

Heavy rain or heatwave?

Heatwave. I’m fed up with rain.

Chicken or fish?

Chicken, but some fish is okay.

Do you think suits are sexy?

Nope, rather boring.

[thephoebeyates]

She bit back a laugh at Leo’s expression, watching the man on the adjacent bench enjoying his dumplings, though it was soon her turn to wrinkle her nose when Leo about fit the entire fork in his mouth as he took the pierogi. “Ew! Do you have to deep throat my utensils, you absolute cretin?” Her scolding was light, and she was aware that the language used was opening Phoebe up to all sorts of lewd commentary and potential invitations that she would reject. 

Perhaps it was because she was a glutton for punishment in that way. Wanting to feel the hurt and the guilt, even though it wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong. She was single after all. Her brain and heart just hadn’t caught up to speed with the new development in her life. “Jeanie is perfect and sweet and innocent.” Though her grin widened at each adjective, inadvertently snorting, indicating that Phoebe didn’t quite believe her own words. “Fine, you’re both as bad as each other. But I’m running out of people to sic on you with my threats now.”

The offers of kicking Foster’s ass had been a dime a dozen these last few weeks, and though it was still a proposition as undesirable as it had been the first time, Leo’s was the first one where Phoebe didn’t immediately sigh and shut it down. Her smile didn’t quite meet her eyes, but it was a major step up from the other times where she had frowned and went on a rant where violence never got you anywhere. But that was maybe because since then, she had already spent a night wiping blood from Foster’s face, seeing him getting into a fight was a much-needed catharsis. “Thanks.” Was all she said on the matter, and with that it was dropped.

It didn’t take too long in Phoebe and Leo’s friendship to learn his ‘pretty good’ was guaranteed a nightmare for someone else. Someone like her. She smacked her hand over her mouth — both in shock and amusement — at his tale, managing for once to not have her thoughts about those stepping out of their marriages stray back to Foster and Tefi; about time, honestly. “Oh, Leo, what are we gonna do with you?” She mused, leaning over to pat their shoulder. “Or, maybe…you could just…not do acid?” Phoebe was always hesitant to suggest such an obvious solution to her friends’ drug-related woes. It wasn’t like she was perfect, but her yearly joint on Thanksgiving with Linc and Seb and shotgunning cigarette smoke with Foster were a far cry to what some others got up to. But as designated ‘goody two shoes’ of the group, she had to try now and again.

Though they were far from brilliant, Leo could pick up the subtle signs in Phoebe that she was shutting down, attempting to shut him out. Not fully, and maybe (delusionally) not forever, but try as he might to ignore it, she was clear in her stance. It felt like whiplash from the way they’d previously been, when she was last single, and Leo was sure they’d make their way back to that - that just seemed to be the next natural step. It was to him, and though it still sometimes refused to compute that not everyone was as lax and carefree, he could see it in Phoebe’s face - that she was struggling, and he was probably being less than helpful. He did want to be a good friend to her, but he also had a weird sexual chemistry with almost all of them. Learning to take a step back from that felt like learning a foreign language.

Glancing over his shoulder at who Phoebe was gesturing to, Leo automatically wrinkled his nose. He didn’t know how to explain that it had nothing to do with the food and everything to do with her. It felt like everything she touched came with the package deal of warmth equivalent to lounging in the Summer sun. That felt like a bit too much, considering his recent revelation - though Leo had never been one to staunch his thinking. Still, he settled on a simple, “No, it wouldn’t,” before perking up happily. Leaning forward, Leo didn’t bother plucking off the pierogi with any sort of politeness. Instead, he bit it right off her fork, nodding appreciatively and speaking with a somewhat full mouth. “Everyone always threatens to sic Jeanie on me - has anyone stopped to consider she’s just as bad?”

Chewing slowly, Leo took in Phoebe’s form, how careful she was with her words. She seemed like a former shell of her usual golden retriever energy, and even though it wasn’t his place, Leo couldn’t help but be curious as to what was the catalyst that led towards the eventual end of their relationship. As she spoke, he nodded along, wanting her to know he was listening - sometimes, it felt important to show it. It wasn’t always clear that Leo really cared, but he did in this circumstance. There was a pause between them before he delightfully stated, “I’d kick his ass if you wanted.” His mouth would get him in proper trouble one day. Phoebe would be the last person to wish harm on someone, let alone her ex she was very much still in love with, but Leo still pressed on. “I know you won’t - but if you ever, like, give me a secret wink we can pretend you never said anything and I’d do it.” It wasn’t exactly a heartwarming offer, but love and caring had a violent streak when Leo was growing up - it was really all he knew.

“Y’know, I’ve actually been pretty good lately.” Leo boasted, pushing his food back and forth in its box. Something about it just seemed unappealing now. “I actually cut things off with this one woman I was seeing - I almost snapped my ankle last time I had to jump out her window, she kept getting her time mixed up and her husband would always get home. Like, get it together before I die, right?” Ranting as passionate as ever, it completely skated over their head that this was a situation very few people would be able to relate to. “I had to go into work yesterday on acid. I’d hidden the tabs in those listerine breath mint strip things - y’know the ones I’m talking about? I didn’t even think about it, I just pulled one out and was like - fuck, here we go! I seriously need to start finding new hiding spots.”

[leossmoonn]

Scott’s Girl

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pairing - lucas scott x fem!reader

type - fluff, angst

note / request - taken from one of my concepts! “Stealing an idea from the person who requested the matt concept lol - jealous Lucas Scott concept? Fluff not smut please :)” this is my first lucas fic! sorry about my baskteball terminology, after 6 seasons i still know nothing lol. enjoy!

summary - you see a new side to lucas as a rival teammate talks to you

warnings / includes - mild language, poor basketball terminology, ending alluding to sex. not edited, if u see spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes lmk lol

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“And the Ravens score another three-pointer. Something must be in the air tonight. This is the first night in a long night where they are ahead of the game.”

“Woo, go Lucas!” You cheer. You jump up and down in the bleachers, cupping your hands around your mouth as you continued to shout.

Lucas smiles at you, lifting his arm and pointing at you while blowing you a kiss. The crowd awes, Brooke and Haley cheering for you two and making kissy faces and noises. You roll your eyes, deciding to walk down the bleachers and over to your friends.

“Thank you for drawing attention to me,” you say. “Oh, please, you already had all eyes on you,” Brooke smirks.

“Yeah, you and Lucas are becoming the “It” couple,” Haley says.

“Awe, are jealous, Hales,” you grin. She rolls her eyes. “The opposite, actually.”

You shrug, “I’m just being a supportive girlfriend, is all. Nothing to it.”

“I heard the other team wants girlfriends just like you,” Brooke says. You raise your brow. “can’t their moms cheer for them or something?”

“Well, they don’t really want to kiss their mom’s after winning, do they?” Brooke smirks. You grimace, “ew, Brooke!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

You and Haley shake your heads with a smile.

“Oh, speaking of basketball players, douchy one coming at 12 o’clock.” Haley juts her chin behind you.

“You can just say it’s Nathan,” you remark. You spin around on your heel, surprised to find that it was indeed not Nathan. It was a player from the other team. “Oh, hi,” you greet shyly.

“Hey. You’re the Raven’s number one fan, right?” He asks.

“Oh, is that what they’re calling me now?” You raise your brow.

He chuckles, “I’m afraid so. What’s your real name?”

“I’m Y/n. And I take it you’re number 13 from the Knights?” You ask.

“That is me. But my alias is Ryan,” he answers. You give him a kind smile. “Nice to meet you. Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but why are you talking to me?”

“Well, I’m benched for the rest of the game, and you finally came down,” he explains. “Oh? You know, you could’ve just come up. Nobody was sitting next to me,” you say.

“I’m a little shy,” he shrugs. “Nothing wrong with that,” you say. You turn towards the basketball court, clasping your hands in front of you as you continue to watch the game. You meet eyes with Lucas, giving him a wave and a smile as he passes you.

“How long have you two been together?” Ryan asks.

“About six months,” you answer. “Oh, so you’ve been with him before he was a basketball player?” He asks.

“He’s always been one. Just not for this team.”

“Ah,” he nods. “Where did he play before?”

“Why are you so interested in him? Shouldn’t you be watching your team and rooting for them?” You turn to face him.

He lets out a little laugh. “I’m rooting for them inside of my head. The shooting guard and I communicate by telepathy.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Oh, really? Did you just tell him to miss the shot, then?”

Ryan scratches the back of his head, looking down at his shoes shyly before looking at you through his dark lashes. “I was too busy talking to you. That’s why he missed it.”

You roll your eyes with a smile. “Smooth.”

He grins, “I try.”

Across the court is Lucas who is death-glaring Ryan. He can’t ignore the anger bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. He stares as you laugh again at whatever Ryan was saying. What could he be saying that’s so funny? Lucas thought. His hands ball into fists as you turn your body towards Ryan, giving him a toothy grin.

Lucas couldn’t be mad at you. You were obviously just being friendly and making conversation, and Ryan was keeping you engaged. You never were one to ignore someone, even if you didn’t know them. Your kind heart and friendliness was sometimes burden, Lucas thought.

“Hey, stop staring at Y/n. You’ll be able to kiss her after the game.” Nathan nudges Lucas’s arm.

“It’s not that,” Lucas shakes his head. Nathan stands next to him, smirking at you and Ryan. “Oh, I see.”

“What is so funny?” Lucas mutters. “Does he have a bunch of joke memorized or something?”

“I don’t know, man, but she seems pretty into him. I’d quit the Ravens and go back to being her full-time boyfriend,” Nathan remarks.

Lucas glares at his brother. “Maybe I should suggest to Haley that she breaks up with you so you can go back to being full-time jackass. Oh, wait, you already are.”

Nathan’s raises hands in defense. “I was just joking, dude. Y/n loves you, she’d never leave you for a guy who looks like he’s 30.”

Lucas chuckles, eyeing Ryan up and down again. “He kind of does, doesn’t he.”

Nathan nods, “now, c’mon. We can’t win the game if we don’t play.”

“Right,” Lucas agrees. He keeps his eye on the two of the for the rest of the night, his jealousy growing.

Ryan got closer and closer to you with each passing second. You didn’t even notice, too busy with focusing back and forth between the game and your conversation.

“You’ve never played a sport?” Ryan asks. “No? Why is that so hard to believe? Are people not allowed to not play sports?” You cross your arms around your chest.

“No. I guess it’s just that everyone i knows plays or has played a sport.”

“Well, consider me special, then,” you say. He smiles, “I will. What do you like to do then?”

“Well, I love to read and write.”

“Do you write essays for fun?”

“No!” You laugh. “More like… novels or short stories. Lucas does, too.”

“You gonna collaborate on a book together?” He asks. “Oh, no,” you shake your head. “He’s more focused on basketball than anything else right now. Plus, I’d rather do my own thing, you know? It’s more simple that way.”

Ryan nods, “understandable. Have you published any of your books?”

“No, but one of them are finished. I always end up getting burnt out or stuck on another idea. My mind is always running with ideas.”

“That’s so cool. I wish I was that creative.”

“Well, you can play sports and you’re great at is. That’s something to be proud of, too.”

“Not when you get benched all the time,” Ryan sighs. You frown, putting your hand on his forearm and squeezing comfortingly. “It’ll stop happening soon, I’m sure. You’re only 16. You got your whole career ahead of you.”

Ryan smiles, “thanks. You know, Lucas is really lucky to have you.”

“Yeah, I heard I’m everyone’s dream girl.” Your hand drops to your side.

“Can you blame us? You’re gorgeous, fun to talk to, smart, creative,” he lists off. You give him a shy smile, hear crawling up to the back of my neck. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he flashes you a charming smile.

Your attention flickers back to the game as clapping and whistling sounds. Your eyes grow wide as you see the scoreboard.

“Oh, my god! Ravens won!” You squeal. You jump up in excitement, turning to Ryan and hugging him. You practically tackle him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Ryan wraps his arms around the small of your back. “Good for you guys.”

Your body goes rigid and you pull away quickly. “I-I’m sorry. That was weird.” You step back, putting your hands behind your back.

“No, it wasn’t. It was a perfectly normal reaction,” Ryan shrugs.

“Thanks.” You smile shyly. You turn your head, your smile lighting up your face as Lucas runs towards you. “Hi, baby!” You exclaim. You put your arms around him, pecking his cheek as you hug him. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly against him.

“Good job! I’m so proud of you!” You whisper excitedly. Lucas smiles, “thank you.” He pulls away, keeping one arm around you he captures your lips into a bruising kiss. Your brows raise in surprise, but you melt against him nonetheless. Your fingers rake through his damp hair, your hands setting down to the nape of his neck and cradling his head.

He pulls away, smiling widely as he turns to Ryan who is rolling his eyes.

“You’re the guy who was keeping her company, huh?” Lucas asks.

“Yeah, hope you don’t mind. She looked kind of bored,” Ryan says.

Lucas narrows his eyes at him. “I definitely don’t mind. As long as you weren’t bothering her.”

“Luke!” You hiss and slap his chest. Ryan offers a cocky smile. “She didn’t seem too bothered to me. She seemed relieved, actually.”

“Oh, so you’re Mr. Nice Guy, then, huh?” Lucas asks.

“If that’s what you want to call me, then sure. We had fun, though. Right, Y/n?” Ryan looks at you.

“Yeah, talking to you was fun,” you confirm. Ryan grins and Lucas rolls his eyes.

“Well, I have to go. Good game tonight.”

“Oh, I agree. It was real nice watching you play,” Lucas remarks.

Ryan chuckles sourly as he walks away. You frown up at Lucas. “What was that for?” You ask.

“What? He was being a dick,” Lucas answers. You roll your eyes, stepping away from his grasp. “I have to get my things and talk to Brooke and Haley. I’ll meet you in the car.”

“Y/n!” Lucas exclaims helplessly as you walk away. He sighs and heads to the locker room, deciding to wait for you in the car like you said.

You follow Brooke and Haley to the locker room before you leave.

“He was just being so rude! It was annoying,” you say.

“Honey, he was jealous,” Haley says. You laugh, “what?”

“Don’t act all innocent! We all know you were talking to Ryan on purpose,” Brooke smirks.

“I wasn’t!” You disagree. “He just came up to me, and we started talking, and I didn’t even —”

“Brooke is just being Brooke. We all knew you meant no harm,” Haley cuts you off. “And I’m sure Lucas knows that. He just also knows that you’re too good to lose, and he’s afraid that’ll happen.”

“That’s bogus,” you scoff. “Guys are naturally jealous and spiteful creatures,” Brooke states.

“Just let him know Ryan didn’t mean anything,” Haley suggests.

“Show up naked in his car,” Brooke giggles. “I’ll pass,” you chuckle. “I guess I better go and talk to him.”

“Oh, boo! You’re no fun!” Brooke exclaims. “That’s me!” You grin before you walk off.

You stuff your hands into your jean pockets as you approach Lucas’s car. You knock on the window as Lucas’s head is buried in a book.

His head shoots up, his eyes darting from each window, his body relaxing as he sees it’s you. He unlocks the car and you open it, settling into the passenger seat.

“You hungry?” Lucas asks as you buckle your seatbelt.

“Yeah, but I’ll make myself something at home,” you answer.

“You sure? I can pick you something up on the way.”

“I’m good.”

“Alright,” Lucas nods. He fires up the ignition, switching the gears to reverse. You put your hand on top of his and his head whips to you. “What?” He asks.

“Put the car in park. I want to talk,” you say.

He does as you as, turning his body towards you. “What’s this about?”

“Why are you jealous?” You ask. He frowns. “I’m not jealous.”

“Okay, maybe not now, but you were 15 minutes ago.”

“Look, I was tired and maybe I said some things —”

“Stop being such a guy!” You groan. “Just admit you were jealous so I can continue.”

“Alright, fine, I was jealous! Happy now?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Why were you jealous, Luke?”

He sighs, rubbing his hand over his face. “I… I saw your smiling and laughing at his jokes. And then you touched his arm, and then you hugged him. And he wrapped his slimy little hand around your waist. God, I just watched to k—”

You put your hand on his knee. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Honestly, I was just excited and I was trying to comfort him either times. I don’t like him that way.”

He sighs, slouching in his seat. “I know. I-I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “It’s not your fault. We all get jealous.”

He nods, “but you don’t deserve —”

“Nu-uh. Don’t tell me what I deserve, Lucas Scott. I know what I deserve,” you say. You lean against the arm rest, leaning towards Lucas. “You know I love you right?”

Lucas blushes and smiles. “Yeah, I know. You know I love you, too, right.”

“I’m not sure, actually,” you sigh, feigning sadness. You crawl your fingers up his leg, looking at him through your lashes.

Lucas smiles and rests his hand on your upper thigh. “And what can I do to make sure you do know, then?”

“I don’t know,” you huff. “Get me something to eat?”

Lucas chuckles, “definitely.”

“And maybe we can have some dessert after,” you hum. Biting your lip as you smile.

Butterflies flutter in his stomach as you palm the tent in his pants. He coughs with a smile, his hand moving up to the zipper of your jeans. You lean over the middle of the car, kissing Lucas. You suck on his bottom lip gently, your tongue sliding alongside his. He bums contently, his hand moving to the small of your back and pulling you closer to him.

You rest your forehead against his as you stop kissing him. You nuzzle his nose with his. “I’m your girl, Lucas. Always.”

“You know, people call you —”

“Raven’s number one fan. I know,” you chuckle.

“Maybe you should be known as “Scott’s Girl”,” Lucas suggests.

You nod with a smile. “I think that would be perfect.”

“Then guys like Ryan can back off.”

“Or maybe they’ll come onto me stronger than ever. You’re hot when you’re mad, you know,” you smirk.

He raises his brows. “Oh, really?”

“Yep,” you nod. You pull away, setting back into your seat. “C’mon, I’m hungry. This car won’t drive itself.”

Lucas smiles as he puts his hand onto the stick shift. “You better be ready to not sleep tonight.”

Your heart drops to your stomach and you grin. “Don’t worry. I’m always ready for you.”

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Prompt Idea? Paulina catches Phantom peeking in the Girls Locker Room. XD

Danny sneaking into the girls' locker room at least twice is one of those canon things that I kind of wish wasn't canon but at the same time wouldn't expect anything less from a horny teenage boy with ghost powers.

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“I think this locker room might be haunted.”

Paulina heard one of the other cheerleaders say it. She pulled her skirt up over her hips and poked her head around the row of lockers. “Haunted? Who thinks it’s haunted?”

“Me,” said Amberlynn, brushing her hair and securing it into a ponytail. “I’ve just seen some spooky things happening here.”

“Spooky like what?” asked Paulina, bouncing on her toes.

“You seem excited about this.” Amberlynn smiled. “Eager, even.”

“Of course she is,” said Bianca, rolling on some deodorant. “Haunted means ghosts, and we all know Paulina’s, like, a ghostfucker now.”

“What?” shrieked Paulina. “I am not!”

“Do you or do you not have a shrine to Danny Phantom in your locker?” asked Bianca, eyebrows raised.

“Both of her lockers,” added Mia. “Her gym locker here and out in the main halls.”

“But he’s just one ghost,” Paulina insisted. “I don’t have a thing for all ghosts.”

“Okay, okay,” said Bianca. “So you don’t wanna fuck all ghosts. Just Phantom.”

The girls all laughed. Paulina wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, but Amberlynn, seriously, tell me what you’ve seen that makes you think this locker room is haunted,” said Paulina.

“Well. Sometimes the lights turn on and off by themselves,” began Amberlynn. “Or the TV in Coach’s room will turn on by itself. I’ll see towels on one bench and when I turn around, they’re somehow on a completely different bench. And then it just sometimes gets freezing cold all of a sudden, but just in one area, not the whole locker room.”

Paulina nodded, trying to play it cool but secretly bubbling with excitement. “That definitely does sound like a ghost.”

“Oh, and there’s one other thing,” said Amberlynn. “Sometimes there’s this…smell.”

“Like a gross smell? Dirty gym socks?” asked Bianca.

“No, a nice smell,” said Amberlynn. “It smells like cologne, but it just comes out of nowhere.”

“Are you sure it’s not just someone’s perfume?” asked Mia.

“No, it’s men’s cologne; no one here wears it,” said Amberlynn. “So I think our mystery ghost is definitely a guy.”

“Ew, why am I not surprised?” Bianca stuck out her tongue.

“What kind of cologne is it?” asked Paulina.

Amberlynn quirked a brow. “What, like its name? How am I supposed to know that?”

“Is it musky?” pressed Paulina. “Earthy? Delicious? Light? Bubbly? Clean? Sweet? Refreshing? Crisp?”

Amberlynn snorted. “Oh, my God, I don’t know. It’s just…nice.” She shrugged. “I mean, I like it. The ghost seems to have good taste in fragrance, whoever he is.”

“Come on, give me something,” said Paulina. “Sandalwood and vanilla, maybe?”

“Why do you care so much?” asked Amberlynn.

“Um.” Paulina rubbed her arm, thinking of the peppery sandalwood and vanilla cologne she always smelled on the ghost boy whenever he would fly by. “No reason.”

“Come on, girls,” called Whitney, appearing from behind the next row of lockers. “We better get out in the gym before Coach barges in asking where we are.”

The cheerleaders did their final touch-ups, tying shoes, pulling hair into ponytails and buns, shutting lockers. As cheer captain, Paulina usually tried to be the first one out in the gym, but this time, she lingered behind the others, looking back into the now empty locker room, hoping to catch a glimpse of a ghostly glow or a whiff of cologne.

But there was nothing right now.

She would just have to investigate later, then.

The next day, Paulina stopped Valerie in the hall after the last class of the day ended.

“Valerie, wait,” called Paulina, running up to her.

Valerie turned around and furrowed her brow. “You talking to me?”

“Of course,” said Paulina. “How many other Valeries are in this hall right now?”

Valerie looked around the hall before refocusing on Paulina. “But why are you talking to me?”

Paulina sighed and held up her hands. “Look, I know things have been rough between us ever since your dad lost his job—”

“Rough? You pretty majorly dissed me, Paulina.”

“I know, but I really need a favor from you right now.”

Valerie scoffed. “What makes you think I’d do any kind of favor for you?”

“I know Star still hangs out with you,” said Paulina, unfazed by Valerie’s hostility. “And she’s told me about your interest in ghost hunting.”

Valerie didn’t answer right away. “What exactly did she tell you?”

“She just told me she saw some ghost-hunting gear in your room,” said Paulina. “Some equipment or gadgets or…whatever, she didn’t know what they were exactly.”

“Mmm.” Valerie shrugged. “Yeah, it’s…a hobby of mine, I guess you could say. But why do you care?”

“I was wondering if I could borrow something from you.”

“Like what?”

“Something that might help me find a ghost.”

Valerie raised a brow. Paulina kept her expression serious and tilted her head up.

“You’re looking for a ghost?” said Valerie slowly, carefully.

“There’s a ghost haunting the girls’ locker room,” said Paulina. “And I intend to find out who it is.”

“Ghosts aren’t whos, they’re whats,” said Valerie testily. “And what makes you think it’s haunted?”

“One of the girls on my cheer squad told me about weird things she’s seen.”

“Well, if you really think it’s haunted, I could scout it out for you—”

“No!”

Valerie leaned back, frowning and blinking. Paulina cleared her throat and recomposed herself, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“I really want to do this myself,” said Paulina. “It’s my job to watch out for my girls, after all. As cheer captain.”

Valerie scrunched her mouth, studying Paulina. Paulina maintained her confident stance and eye contact.

“Fine.” Valerie released a breath. “I’ll bring something tomorrow.”

Paulina clasped her hands. “Yay! Thank you, thank you!”

“I have to get to the Nasty Burger for my shift now.” Valerie squared her backpack on her shoulders. “So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She walked away and out of sight. Paulina turned and walked in the opposite direction toward the gym for cheer practice.

The following afternoon between classes, Valerie stopped Paulina in the hall.

“Here.” Valerie put a box in her hands. “There are some instructions inside.”

“What is it?” Paulina eagerly lifted the lid to reveal some sort of gadget with controls and a radar screen.

“It’s basically a ghost detector,” said Valerie. “It’ll lock onto the nearest ghost’s ecto-signature and help you locate it.”

“Really? No way!” Paulina squealed. “That’s exactly what I need. You really seriously just own one of these?”

“Actually, I’m just borrowing it,” said Valerie. “So you have to be really careful with it, got it?”

“Who are you borrowing it from?” asked Paulina. “The Fentons? Danny’s parents are the only other ghost hunters I know of.”

“No, I can’t tell you who I got it from,” said Valerie. “Just please don’t break it, okay?”

Paulina nodded, closing the box and tucking it under her arm.

For the rest of the day, Paulina was beyond excited to use the ghost detector, but she had to wait. Oh, how she hated the wait.

After classes, after cheerleading practice. The last girl finally left, and Paulina was alone in the girls’ locker room. Even the cheer coach was gone for the evening.

Paulina took the ghost detector out of the box and read through the instructions before switching it on. The gadget lit up, its screen blipping and showing a scan of the area.

It started beeping rapidly. Paulina’s eyes widened as she read the message on the screen.

There was a ghost nearby.

Holding the detector, Paulina walked up and down the rows of lockers, checking every corner and shadow. The detector started beeping faster, and she looked down at the screen’s reading.

And then she caught a whiff of something peppery, a scent of vanilla and sandalwood, so fragrant and musky.

She definitely recognized that cologne.

“Ghost boy?” she called out, twirling a couple times while holding up the detector. “I know you’re here. Please show yourself to me.”

The beeping quickened even more. Paulina walked a few more steps until the beeping sounded more like high-pitched humming.

She looked up. Was the ghost boy standing right in front of her? Or, er, floating?

“I’m all alone,” she crooned. “It’s just me. Paulina, if you’ve already forgotten my name.” She sighed. “Which I really hope you haven’t.”

The detector continued its beeping, but the locker room otherwise remained silent. No movement, no shadows. Paulina pouted and lowered the detector in defeat.

And then an echoey voice: “I could never forget your name.”

Paulina gasped and smiled, holding up the detector again and waving it around. “Ghost boy?”

He shimmered into view at last, hovering in the air a few feet in front of her. Danny Phantom, her ghost boy.

“It really is you!” Paulina squealed and skipped up to him. “Oh, I’m so glad it’s you, ghost boy.”

Phantom smiled. “It is me.” He landed on the floor and folded his arms. “But how did you know I was here?”

Paulina leaned in a little closer and sniffed. “You always wear the same cologne. I’d recognize it anywhere.”

Phantom looked down at himself, then back up. “I hope it’s not a bad smell?”

“No, it’s wonderful,” said Paulina. “Very sexy.”

“Oh. Then I’ll keep wearing it.”

“But I had some other help finding you, too.” Paulina held up the ghost detector.

Phantom cocked his head, studying it. “Where did you get that?”

“From a girl I know,” said Paulina. “We used to be friends. Not so much anymore. But you might know her. Her name is Valerie.”

Phantom’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Oh, Valerie. Okay, so that’s why it was able to pick up on my ecto-signature. It’s not a Fenton gadget.”

“Are you saying a detector made by the Fentons wouldn’t be able to detect you?”

“Yeah. I’ve, uh… Well, they’ve been hunting me for a while, so I’ve been rigging their inventions to not pick up on my ecto-signature.”

“Really?” Paulina smiled. “You’re so smart.”

“It’s actually a friend of mine who does it.” Phantom put a finger to his lips. “But don’t tell them, okay? Our secret.”

“Of course,” said Paulina. “I don’t want them or any other ghost hunters catching you.”

Phantom sighed. “Yeah. Me neither. Believe me.”

“So…” Paulina twirled a lock of her hair. “What exactly are you doing in the girls’ locker room, ghost boy?”

Phantom’s face glowed bright green. “Uh—oh—well, I was kind of dared to come in here.”

“Dared? By who?”

“Just…a friend. The same friend who’s been rigging the Fenton inventions to not detect me.”

“Really?” Paulina raised a brow. “One of the cheerleaders has noticed your presence here several times. Just how many times has he dared you to come in here?”

Phantom looked down at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “I don’t really know how to answer that question without sounding like a total perv.”

Paulina smirked. “Well, then. Maybe you shouldn’t.”

Phantom raised his eyes, still smiling and looking embarrassed.

“But why are you here now?” Paulina gestured around the locker room. “All the girls are gone now. There’s no one for you to see.”

“That’s not true,” said Phantom. “There’s you.”

Paulina smiled and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

“I mean, I was staying for you,” said Phantom quickly. “I knew you were looking for me, so…so I stayed.” He paused. “I was kind of hoping you’d find me.”

Paulina beamed. “Really?”

“Yeah. Honestly, you’re the only girl here I’m actually interested in.”

“But you’ve seen the other cheerleaders, haven’t you?” Paulina combed through her hair with her fingers. “I mean, I know I’m pretty, but so are they, don’t you think?”

“Well, sure. But they’ve got nothing on you. You’re definitely the prettiest one.”

“Aw, you’re sweet.”

“But listen, you’re, uh…” Phantom cleared his throat. “You’re not gonna tell anyone about this, right?”

“Hmm.” Paulina looked up at the ceiling. “I guess I can keep your secret.”

Phantom sighed in relief.

“But only because I don’t want anyone thinking less of my ghost boy.” Paulina tapped him on the nose. “But you better not do it again.”

Phantom looked down at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck. “I won’t. I promise.”

Paulina placed a hand on her hip, jutting it out seductively. “Because if you really want to see more of me, you just have to ask.”

Phantom took his hand off his neck, his eyes widening. “Wait, really?”

Paulina smirked. “Well, I mean, buy a girl dinner first.”

Phantom laughed. “Well, if I find a restaurant in town that’s willing to serve ghosts, I’ll definitely hit you up for a date.”

“Hopefully I don’t have to wait that long to get you to ask me out,” said Paulina, batting her eyes.

“I still can’t believe you’d even want to go on a date with a guy like me.”

“A guy like you? You mean a ghost?”

“You’re just so out of my league. You really have no idea.”

“Hey, I decide who is and is not in my league. And you’re definitely the coolest and cutest boy I know.”

“I think maybe you’d change your mind if you got to know me better.”

“What makes you say that?”

Phantom folded his arms and looked down, lifting his toes off the floor for a quick second. “Just a hunch.”

He suddenly shivered and sharply exhaled, his breath fogging up in a wispy plume. He scanned the area, turning to look behind him.

“What is it?” asked Paulina.

“There’s a ghost somewhere,” said Phantom, still on alert. “I should probably go and take care of that.”

“I’ll miss you,” said Paulina, giving him her cutest pout.

Phantom chuckled. “Hopefully I’ll see you again real soon.”

He lifted into the air and was about to take off when Paulina stopped him.

“Wait,” said Paulina. “Before you go, where did you get that cologne?”

Phantom furrowed his brow, still hovering above the floor. “My cologne? Why do you ask?”

“Because I’ve smelled it before.”

“Oh? You don’t say.”

“I do say,” said Paulina. “Another boy at this school wears it.”

Phantom’s expression faltered, appearing a little uneasy. “Who?”

“Danny Fenton,” said Paulina. “You know him, don’t you?”

“Uh… I don’t really know him. I mean, I know of him, just because I borrow inventions from his parents sometimes.” Phantom shrugged. “They make good ghost-hunting stuff.”

“Well.” Paulina smiled. “You both have good taste.”

Phantom smiled back, shyly. “Does this mean you’d maybe give him another chance if he asked you out?”

“Hmm.” Paulina brushed her hair back over her shoulder. “Maybe.”

Their gazes locked for a long moment, and Paulina couldn’t help but notice that the shape of Phantom’s eyes reminded her of someone else but she couldn’t place who it could be.

Phantom shivered, his breath fogging up again. “I really have to go.”

Paulina hummed. “Until next time, ghost boy.”

Phantom floated higher and phased up through the ceiling. Paulina stared up after him, sighing and hugging the ghost detector to her chest.

The one and only ghost she was perfectly okay with haunting the girls’ locker room.

[klutzykozume]

what they don’t know

featuring: romantic!sakusa x gn!reader, platonic!msby x reader

warnings: timeskip spoilers (just team member names), established relationship, lying, kissing, mentions of food, alcohol consumption, reader is called “pretty” and “darlin’” (by atsumu), “cutie” (by oikawa), ooc sakusa(?), attempt to make sakusa jealous, angst to fluff

length: ~ 4.3k words

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“[y/n] can i speak to you in my office please?”

you turn to the msby coach with a smile, “of course, i’ll be right there.”

dropping the water bottles off on the bench, you wave to the group of men you managed before heading into the coach’s office.

you sit down in a chair across from him at his desk, “how can i help you sir?”

“before i get started, i just want to let you know that i really enjoy working with you. you are such a great manager regardless of what the guys need.”

this causes you to smile at the coach, “thank you.”

“that being said, i can’t keep you around,” the coach frowns, sliding a folder in front of the both of you.

“what?” you look up at him in confusion.

he opens the folder, pulling out a few photos of followed by your contract.

“when you agreed to join this team, you said you would not engage in a relationship with any of the players on the team,” coach foster points to a section of the contract he highlighted. “these pictures here show that you and my outside hitter have something going on.”

“what makes you say that?” you look up at the man in front of you. you and kiyoomi were careful with this. neither of you were fond of expressing your relationships online. on the off chance either of you did post anything about the other, the posts wouldn’t be pictures of distinctive marks or places. there’s no way anyone should have figured out you were talking about one another.

“i really, really don’t want to do this [f/n] i hope you understand this.” he pulls one last photo out of the envelope. it was a picture of you and kiyoomi holding hands. you were both out for ice cream. after you and sakusa found a place to sit, you had reached across the table to grab one of his hands. he had squeezed it briefly before letting go.

“the only reason why i’m doing something about this now is because if the media finds out, you and sakusa would lose your jobs through the higher ups of the japan volleyball association. by that point-“

“wait, i’m sorry. i don’t understand. what does sakusa have to do with this? he shouldn’t get kicked off of the team for this,” you cut coach foster off.

“you two were on a date, no? if it was a date then he breached his contract as well,” he explains.

“it wasn’t a date,” you manage to get out. “we happened to bump into each other after his session with iwazumi. i suggested we go out and get something to eat. i wasn’t really thinking when it happened. i’ll admit, i do have a crush on sakusa. it was stupid of me to think i could get with him dispute the terms of our contract. i was flirting. sakusa pulled his hand away right after. he has nothing to do with this so please don’t get rid of him for something i did.”

“thank you [f/n],” the coach smiles at you. “i’ll make you a deal. you can finish the week out here, then i’ll have to let you go. after the game on saturday, you’re no longer the manager of this team.”

“thank you sir,” you get up to go to leave.

“and one more thing, [f/n],” coach foster stands as well, causing you to turn and look at him, “thank you for being such an important member of this team. i don’t think the team could stay together without you.”

“you’re welcome,” you bow respectfully at him before finally leaving the office. on your way back to the gym you freeze. the squeaking of shoes on the gym floor as well as the sound of the ball hitting the team’s arms start to get you emotional. you only had three days left with the team you grew to love.

you get pulled out of your thoughts when the gym door opens.

“there you are!” bokuto bounds over to you, throwing his arms around you.

“ew! you’re sweaty bokuto!” you push the spiker off of you playfully.

he chuckles and moves away from you, heading over to the water fountain to refill his water bottle.

“i just filled it, you’re empty already?” you make your way over to bokuto.

“we’ve been practicing pretty hard for about an hour now. on that note, where were you?” the spiker screws the cap back on his bottle before making his way to the gym doors with you behind him.

“oh, i had to talk to coach about a few things,” you don’t meet his eyes.

bokuto opens the door to the gym, letting you in before he follows behind you. you look at the group of guys and note how tired they look. walking over to the water bottles, you gather them once more and head back out to refill them.

when practice was over you help to clean up the gym. you gather the stray volleyballs and put them in the cart and collect all of the guys towels for you to wash later. once the cleaning was finished the team started to disperse. some went to do a little strength training, other went to go visit the trainer whereas the rest of the team decided it was best to go home.

you exit through the doors and make your way to your car. just as you were about to get into your car you get a phone call. it was sakusa. you decide to ignore his call, opting to text him back later. with that, you make your way back to your apartment.

when you make it back into your apartment, you let happy demeanor fall. after shutting your door, you place your forehead against it.

all of your hard work was going straight down the drain. you and sakusa had been together prior to him signing on to the team. it had almost been your second year together. you never understood the rules set by the jva. they were ridiculous and it never made any sense to you.

your phone rings. it was sakusa again. you take a deep breath to collect yourself before answering, “hi omi.”

“hey, where are you? i came out of the locker room and didn’t see you in the gym,” though he would never admit it, you could tell sakusa was worried about you.

“i’m back at my place. i had something that came up after practice ended,” you kick your shoes off and make your way to the kitchen, pulling out different ingredients you could use to make dinner.

“alright. uh,” there’s a pause in the other side of the line, “is it okay if i come over?”

no, please don’t.

“of course you can, i was just about to start making something to eat. i’ll make enough for you, don’t worry.”

sakusa smiles through the phone, “alright, i’ll see you in a little.”

just as you finished setting the table, you were met with a knock on the door.

“it’s open!” you shout, already knowing who it was.

sakusa walks through the door, kicking off his shoes and removing his mask. he hangs his mask and keys by the door.

you make your way over to your boyfriend and give him a soft peck on the lips. kiyoomi grabs your hand gently, pulling you in for a longer kiss.

“i missed you today you know. i didn’t really get to see you,” your boyfriend lets you go, walking past you to the kitchen.

he takes two plates out of the cabinet and makes both of your plates. you join him in the kitchen, pouring you both a glass of wine.

“i missed you too omi. i was talking to coach about something. i didn’t realize it would take so long,” you bring the glasses to the table and kiyoomi follows behind you, placing your plates in the table.

“about what?” the spiker starts eating his food, looking up at you.

“i uh, i’m thinking of taking a vacation. it starts saturday after the game,” you watch kiyoomi’s expression. he doesn’t seemed too fazed by what you said. you both continue to make small talk as you eat. when finished you took both plates to the sink.

“are you headed home?” you turn to face your boyfriend.

“is it okay if i spend the night?” sakusa blurts out. you could tell he had been thinking about it for a while.

you smile softly, “i would like that. i’ll be right back.”

sakusa nods at you and you disappear into your room, pulling out a few clothes that belonged to sakusa that he kept here. after folding his clothes, you leave them on your bed.

you head back out to the living room, joining kiyoomi on the couch. he wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“i left your clothes on my bed.”

“are you okay?”

you both turn to face each other.

“thank you, i’ll change before we go to bed. are you okay?” sakusa repeats his question

“yes, i’m fine. why do you ask?” you turn your attention back to the tv.

“you don’t seem like you. i was talking to bokuto earlier. well, he was talking to whole team actually. anyways, he mentioned that you seemed down earlier,” sakusa turns more to face you.

“he must be referring to when we talked earlier in the hallway. i was fine, really,” you don’t take your eyes off the television.

sakusa wants to pull more out of you, but he decides against it. you’ll let him know when you’re ready, you always do.

once the movie had finished, you both headed off to the bedroom. after you both had changed into your pajamas, you both slide in your bed. sakusa kisses your forehead and wraps an arm around you loosely. you both fall asleep not too soon after.

the next day, after practice the team approaches you.

“we’ve decided we’re going out for drinks, do ya wanna tag along with us?” atsumu smiles at you.

you should, this would probably be the last time you have the opportunity to hang out with the guys before you’re no longer their manager. but you didn’t want this to be the last good memory you all have together.

“i don’t think i should, we have an important practice tomorrow,” you try to explain.

“yeah, but it’s not until later in the day!” hinata throws an arm around your shoulder.

“plus, we’re not staying all night. just until 11, midnight at the latest,” inunaki wraps his arm around your other shoulder.

“fine, fine i’ll go. just… don’t keep me out all night, okay?” you smile at the small crowd around you.

“yes! i know you’re going to have a great time [f/n]!“ tomas eagerly pulls you into a hug.

“we’ll pick you up at 7!” bokuto heads to the locker room.

“okay i’ll see you guys later!” you wave the team off. just as you make it through the gym doors, you hear them open again.

“hey, [f/n]! wait up!” the captian’s voice calls out to you.

you stop in your tracks, turning back to face him. “hey meian, what’s up?”

“is everything okay? i was talking to coach after practice yesterday, and he mentioned you wouldn’t be here next week. i wanted to plan something for the team, and what’s the team without you?” meian smiles at you.

“i just needed a small vacation, that’s all. i’ll let you know when i’ll be back,” you return the gesture to the captain.

“alright, ill see you later!” the captain makes his way back to the locker room to get changed.

you head out the main doors and make your way to your car. you pick up your phone and send a message to your boyfriend,

are you coming out with us tonight?

i know it really isn’t your thing

almost instantly, you get a response.

i’ll be there. i plan on leaving early though

you smile at your phone and place it back in your pocket. then you start your drive back home.

at 6:50, you get a text from atsumu,

we’re outside waiting for you pretty

you take one more moment to fix yourself in the mirror before grabbing your phone and heading out the door. after making sure you lock up, you walk over to the suv that was sitting in your driveway. the back door opens for you.

“[f/n]!” bokuto beams at you, “it’s been so long!”

“you saw me not even a full three hours ago bokuto,” you smile at the spiker.

this causes him to chuckle as he gets out of the car. you get in and slide into the middle and bokuto slides into place next to you.

“[f/n], i’m so glad you could make it!” hinata throws an arm around your shoulder.

“i told you i was coming,” you smile.

“that’s what she said,” atsumu chuckles, glancing at you as he pulls out of the driveway.

“i knew you never grew up,” you stick your tongue out at the setter through the rear view mirror.

that’s when you finally notice your lover in the passenger seat. he makes eye contact with you through the mirror before turning his attention back out the window. you notice see the small crinkle of his eyes. he was smiling.

after conversing for a while with the boys, you finally make it to the bar. all of you get out of atsumu’s vehicle and make your way to the entrance to meet up with the rest of the team. once you make it inside, you make your way over to the counter.

“starting so soon?” meian takes a seat next to you.

“you’re one to talk,” you gesture to him. “besides, i just need one to calm my nerves.”

both you and meian order your first drink of the night. as you both were sipping on what you ordered, hinata makes his way over.

“let’s take a shot. it’s on me!” hinata looks between the two of you excitedly. you and meian share a look. one wouldn’t hurt, hurt? one turns into two, and before you know it two turns into three. by now, you felt like nothing could stop you.

you finish the first drink you ordered and make your way to the dance floor. you pass by sakusa, who was having a conversation atsumu. you purposely brush your hand against the former. when you make it to the dance floor you feel the teams eyes on you, but only one pair of those eyes mattered right now. you scan the dance floor. there was a tall man with fluffy brown hair, dancing to the music. he would have to do.

you walk over to the man, “you wanna dance?”

“shouldn’t i be asking you that cutie?” he smiles sweetly at you, spinning you around and wrapping his arm around you lazily.

“you took too long to come find me,” you fake pout, placing a hand over top of his. by now, you were swaying to the beat of the music, the male swaying closely behind you.

“sorry about that, i didn’t want to offend your team. more importantly the one with the mask. he’s had his eyes on you all night, you know?” he glances over at the msby team.

“then why agree to the dance” you tilt your head up, resting it against the guys shoulder.

he brings his lips close to his ear, “i’m trying to make someone else jealous. seems like a win-win for the both of us.”

this causes you to chuckle. you scan the room, looking for who the man could be talking about. not too far away there sat a group of three guys. two of the guys seemed to be laughing at the other guy who sat across from him. that’s when you notice it’s your team’s trainer.

before you could say anything else to the man you were dancing with, you get pulled away.

“we’re leaving,” your boyfriend pushes you behind him, glaring at the boy you were dancing with.

“aw, we were just starting to have fun. i haven’t even caught their name,” the brunette pouts.

you notice your team’s trainer making his way over to you, “let’s go oikawa. you’re done here.”

iwaizumi nods in acknowledgment to you and sakusa before he grabs oikawa’s wrist and leads him back to the table iwa was sitting at. as oikawa was on his way back to his friends, you couldn’t help but notice the smirk he had on his face.

sakusa takes your wrist and leads you back to where the msby group was mostly gathered, “i’m taking [f/n] back to their place.”

“ya jealous omiomi?” atsumu grins at the wing spiker.

“he was all up on our manager! you could at least pretend you’re concerned!” sakusa glares at atsumu.

“omi, it’s not that deep. calm down,” you place one of your hand on his bicep, squeezing it gently for reassurance.

sakusa pulls away from your touch, “come on,” he starts for the door.

“i’m sorry about him,” you sigh, bowing apologetically.

after a bit of reassurance from the guys, you follow after sakusa. the team looks between one another.

“did you guys see that?!” inunaki grins at his teammates.

“it’s none of our business. just forget about it,” tomas says as he makes his way over to the bar.

“omi, wait up!” you follow after the male.

sakusa keeps at his steady pace, “i’m calling a uber and i’m taking you back to your place. then i’m going home.”

you manage to catch up to kiyoomi.

“i want you to stay the night with me, please?” you grab his arm.

“why don’t you tell that to the guy you were dancing with?” omi looks back at you. if you weren’t sure about how he was feeling, you could definitely see how upset he is now.

“because i want to be with you omi,” you whine.

kiyoomi doesn’t respond and instead pulls out his phone.

“our driver will be here in five minutes,” he moves to sit down on a nearby bench. you sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“i wasn’t trying to make you jealous. i just thought… if i could get your attention, maybe we could have a normal couple moment. i’m tired of hiding our relationship omi. i want to show you off now,” you explain, playing with his hands.

sakusa presses a light kiss to the top of your head, “we’ll talk about this later, when you’re more sober.”

a car pulls up next to you both.

“come on, let’s get you home,” kiyoomi grabs your hand and leads you into the car, sliding into place next to you.

the next morning you awake to the sound of an alarm blaring. you huff and pull your pillow over your head, hoping to drown out the sound until it stops. the alarm shuts off about a minute later. this causes you to pop your head out from under the pillow.

“if you heard the alarm going off, why didn’t you turn it off?” the male in front of you chuckles.

“what are you doing here?” you look at him in confusion.

“well, after you and sakusa left, we decided it was best to show up here to make sure you two made it somewhere safe. you both made it here, but someone didn’t lock up before we got here.” bokuto smiles at you, “also, speaking of omi, i have a question.”

“go ahead?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“why did sakusa get so defensive over you last night?” bokuto tilts his head to the side.

“something about ‘not wanting other guys hands on the manager’ y’know?” you sit up in your bed.

“alright, well, i have to go talk to one of my friends. the others are in the living room,” and with that bokuto takes his leave.

you slide out of bed and change into a pair of sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. slowly, you make your way into the living room where you find everyone but atsumu and meian asleep.

“ya okay darlin’?” atsumu turns to you when he notices you standing there. you simply nod and make your way into the kitchen grabbing a fruit cup and a powerade.

“it’s okay to talk to us, you know? that’s what we’re here for,” meian looks over at you. you sit in a chair in the corner of the room.

“there’s nothing to talk about,” you open the fruit cup, sucking the juice from it.

“so you don’t want to talk about last night?” meian sits up in his seat.

“yeah, that doesn’t seem like somethin’ ya would do. drinkin’ and dancin’ with men ya don’t know,” atsumu glances over at you.

you grab the remote from the table next to you, flicking it on. “i’m fine, really. i just had a bit too much to drink last night,”

both men look between each other before deciding to drop what their thinking. by the time you finish your fruit cup, powerade, and the movie you were watching, the rest of the team was awake. by now, there were about two hours until practice started. just as the first member of the team was about to leave, you speak up,

“hey, guys?”

all eyes fall on you.

“i just want to let you all know, as much as you all annoy me,” you glance at atsumu, “i do in fact love managing this team. i wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

the room fills with a few ‘aww’s’, ‘we love you too’s’ and a loud, ‘what’s that supposed to mean?!’ from atsumu. you were seriously going to miss this when you left the team.

“now let’s get to practice before i leave,” you smile at the group of guys.

atsumu set the ball over to sakusa who manages to hit the game willing point.

“the msby jackals do it once again!”

you scream and jump up off the bench. you run up to sakusa, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him into a tight hug. he catches you with ease, spinning you around once from the force of your speed, before putting you back down on the ground.

you both let go of one another and you make your way over to the rest of the team. after sharing your personalized congratulations, the coach holds a brief debriefing of the match before releasing the boys to do their interviews.

coach foster approaches you, “have you told them yet?”

you hold your smile, “of course not. they wouldn’t be like this if i did.”

“[f/n]!” bokuto jogs up to you, “will you sit next to me at the team dinner? you sat next to hinata last time, which is fair given he was new to the team. but you sat next to atsumu the time before that and i just think it’s my turn- [f/n]?”

after the past few days you had, this was the moment that broke you. you finally break down into tears. the team was your family at this point. and, according to the agreement you made earlier this week, you were no longer apart of this family. it hurt a lot more than you were expecting it to. you hadn’t said anything since the tears started. by the time you had managed to collect yourself, the team had crowded around you. each member had their own look of worry present in their eyes.

“coach, did you say something to [f/n]?” hinata looks over at foster. before the coach could respond, you did.

“i can’t be your manager anymore,” you say, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“what?” atsumu shrieks.

“basically… i developed a crush on one of you guys,” you blink the rest of your tears away, sniffling as you do so. “that, in a way, breaches contract, so i have to go.”

“a crush? that’s what you’re calling this?” sakusa speaks up after a moment.

“not now sakusa, please?” you plead to kiyoomi.

“we’ve been together for over a year now, and you’re just calling this a crush?” he motions between the two of you.

“i didn’t want you to lose your job. i said that so you could stay on the team,” you slide your foot against the gym floor.

“if you’re leaving the team, what’s the point of me staying?”

you look up at kiyoomi, “to play volleyball. why else?”

“i can play just about anywhere. i want to play alongside you. if i can’t do that, then i quit,” sakusa pulls his jersey from his body and extends it out to the coach.

“if [f/n] and omi are going, i’m going too,” atsumu follows the same action that sakusa did.

“sorry, i’m going to have to go too,” hinata takes off his jersey.

“put your shirts back on,” an unexpected voice speaks up.

you all turn to face bokuto.

“i talked to a friend yesterday morning before practice started,” bokuto starts. “i got him to do a favor for me. starting today, at noon, there is no longer a restriction on dating within the jva. so, unless coach here has a personal rule about it, no one has to go.”

everyone turns to look at coach foster expectantly.

“put your tops back on or go take a shower and get changed. we have a dinner to go to,” he wraps an arm around [f/n], “a team dinner.”

[faeriekit]

someone asked me for this specifically so HERE WE GO: more Tucker!!

7) Dani and Baby Pops

Tucker is three.

He likes to play in the sand.

His mom is watching from the park bench, but Tucker is in the sand box, his overalls down to his sandy knees as he builds.

Tucker is building a big castle. His hands remember what it looks like. It’s big. Someone lives in it. Tucker knows that someone lives in the castle. Someone has always lived in the castle.

The sand pours through his fingers when he scrunches them. Why are they so small? Why is the sand box so big? Sometimes Tucker can remember being big like Momma and Daddy, but he’s small. He’s a kid. Momma still calls him Baby. One day, he’ll be big and tall. For now, though, he’s just three.

“Terrence!” Momma calls, and Tucker thinks about ignoring her. He’s almost done with his lumpy towers. He really wants to sit and finish—

“Come on, Terrence!” Momma waves a— is that a cheese stick? In the air. “Snack time, honey!”

Tucker wants a snack. He doesn’t run to leave the sandbox, but he is fastfastfast! Momma wipes off his hands with a wet wipe and makes him say ‘please’ before he gets a cheese stick.

It’s a good cheese stick. Momma takes the wrapper. Tucker finishes the cheese. He wants to finish his castle in the sandbox.

His castle is gone. Instead of his castle with a lonely friend, there are three bigger kids digging for worms in the sandbox.

Tucker looks for his castle. It’s not there. The big kids tore it up. He sniffs. His throat hurts. “Hey!”

The bigger kids look at him and laugh.

And point.

Tucker can see when one of the bigger kids takes her fingers and drags them through the sand, crumbling the bottom of the castle. Tucker had worked on it for forever. The girl laughs.

Tucker cries.

“Hey! Hey—scatter, brats—shoo! What are you doing, making the baby cry? Back off!”

It’s a familiar voice, but Tucker doesn’t recognize it. He doesn’t know who’s talking. His fists are in his eyes because he’s crying.

Someone picks him up. Tucker hiccups from surprise, and squeezes one eye open. Just one.

Dark hair. Pale skin. Freckles. A familiar smile.

It’s… Tucker’s person!! He doesn’t remember her name like he remembers Momma’s and Pappa’s name. But he knows her!! She pulls him in super close and Tucker clings to her by her neck, stuffing his fist in his mouth until he can stop crying.

“Aw, baby Pops,” his person coos, bouncing him a little, as if he’s actually a baby, “Don’t cry. If they try to come back, I’ll beat ‘em up, okay?”

Tucker nods into her neck. He wipes his nose on her shirt when he finishes crying.

“EW. Baby Pops, why are you so gross?”

“Dunno!” Tucker decides. What’s gross? Sometimes people get frowny with him when he does stuff, and he doesn’t get it. “Missed you!”

Sure, he can’t remember how he missed her. But he did. He knows it SUPER well, just like how he knows he has ten fingers and ten toes.

Her arms tighten. She sniffs, black hair falling over him as her head leans down. “Thank… Thanks, Pops. I missed you too.”

Tucker scoots himself up on her shoulder to kiss her cheek. She sounds wet when she laughs. She doesn’t put him down until Momma yells, high and loud. She sounds scared.

Tucker doesn’t want to get put on the ground, but the girl puts him down anyway. His shoes touch the ground and he pouts, arms raised.

“Ah, whoops. Time to go, Pops. Say bye now.”

Tucker grumbles. “No!” But she runs off anyway.

Momma picks him up and yells at the girl in the distance, and Tucker thinks that’s kind of mean. She’s nice! Tucker misses her! So he blows her a kiss, because that’s what you do when you say bye-bye to someone you love a lot.

And then he remembers her name. “BYE, DANI!” he shouts.

Far away, a girl waves back.

Tucker forgives Momma when she takes him back to the car.

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A King without a Queen, a Princess without a Knight (Ft. WJSN Bona)

Note: I am still in shock that WJSN won Queendom 2 against groups like Kep1er and Loona, i am so hyped and something like this made my day so much, anyways i hope you enjoy this Lovely Bona Oneshot

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Balls in the Baroque times were much better

Without including the fact that most of the time they were done in a big castle, there everyone was in the same status, granted the status was only the high class which includes the nobles, kings and queens, but it was still equal, their music was played by expert pianists and gigantic orchestras. and the most important: most of the time you always had someone to dance, never keeping you alone.

Stuff like this are not common in the modern era, most of the time the balls that exist are high school proms, and those include very noisy music which was heard through big speakers, and while there every economy class was able to enter, not everyone was treated equally, but minus those stuff, a prom like in high school doesnt sound to bad

Not to you however

Not only you had a very sour morning which included your parents having their daily argument about the most random of things you didn't have the time to understand, now the prom which you waited for the entire year since for the first time, you finally had a date. however she has decided to ditch you.

many emotions and thoughts flowed through your mind as you were sitting in one of the benches near the entrance, and going home wasn't an option due to not wanting to explain to your parents why you are going home early without your date.

honestly in your mind it was stupid to even think that one of the popular girls in school will ever agree to a date with you, it was so hard for you to finally get the courage to ask her out, now you could only just sit there, face down and not noticing a walking sound coming from the door as suddenly you could feel another person sitting on the bench.

as you looked up a bit to see who it was, you could notice it was a girl, wearing a white dress and shoes matching her color as her face which was suspiciously familiar to you was frowning.

“Oh wait, Its Kim Jiyeon” it finally came to your mind as you recalled where you’ve seen this face, you have never seen her like that since usually she was one of the nerdy girls in school, always wearing a hoodie to school, buried in her book, and now to see her in a white dress like she was some sort of princess, she was gorgeous.

“got ditched as well?” She asked, breaking the ice between, she scooted a bit closer, you looked toward her as she showed a weak smile as you returned it.

“you don't even know” you reply to her, now fully sitting instead of the position you were in before “Nayeon actually ditched me as soon we entered the gym, she was like “ew, i just needed you as a ride, if you’ll excuse me i am going to go with people that actually deserve, ciao”, like come on” you added, trying to laugh at the whole situation as even Jiyeon giggled a bit.

“Cheerleaders am i right? oh and don't even get me started on football jocks, thinking its SOOOOO Easy to play with a girl feeling like that” she said “like i was supposed to go out with Hyunjin the guy, and mid dance he actually just went to dance with another girl, as i just understood the hint and left.” you couldnt notice how stupidly you were giggling as suddenly the both of you find out how close you two are sitting next to each other, your thighs are almost touching each other, making her move back a bit, both of your face are pink

“So…are you staying here by any chance?” you can't help yourself but ask, if the both of you got ditched by their prom date, why not do it together

“Uhh i don't know why?” she replied with her own question.

“well…uhh i was planning to order some pizza, and i was maybe wondering if you would like to join me” you replied, showing a small grin.

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“i can officially say: this is, the best pizza, i ever ate, im my whole damn life” Jiyeon said, one slice on her hand as this was the 2nd one she ate, you did order a big pizza just for the two and thorough that time you learned a lot about Jiyeon, or how she wanted you to call her: Bona, which you didnt really understand the meaning behind it, it just a name her mother used to call her, and decided to make it her nickname.

“i know right? i order from them like every weekend, and they are so good” you reply as you take another bite from your olive slice, the sounds of the prom were almost mute since your talk with each other had so much more focus. “wow to be honest, i cant believe we never got to talk like this before” you add, making her giggle

“yeah, like we were like classmates for like….4 years? not going to lie you are kind of a fun guy to hang around” Jiyeon, suddenly the both of you hear a song the two of you know very well, as you looked at her smiling when an idea popped in your head, making her very confused as you stood up

“You know…it seems that your prince didn't show up to take you dance miss Bona” you say with an elegant voice as to try and copy the nobles in the Baroque times which result in the girl in front of you to giggle cutely.

“Oh my it does seem that way, will you be the knight to invite such a young mistress like me to dance?” she said, standing up as well, giving you her hand, your hands intertwine as you pull her close to you, her arms creep slowly to around your neck as yours go to her waist.

as the two of you start to dance slowly, your eyes couldn't stop looking at hers, most of the time you met those they were covered by her glasses but seeing her like that, she was beautiful. “where was she all this time?” you thought to yourself as her entire smile hypnotize you when suddenly she leans in closer to give you a small peck on your cheek.

She moves away as her face fully red from the blush. “i….haha oh god” she said as she just jumped onto you for a embrace “it seems that miss Bona is very excited to be with you” she replied in third person, your left hand brushes her hair away for her face in order to to feel her cheeks.

“I see, maybe miss Bona will be honored to meet me tomorrow in the theater to watch the new Spider-Man?” you ask, still acting your role

“Are you inviting me to watch Spider-Man together?” she reply, as you just nod, “Great, guess i will meet you then, but i really need to go, it was very fun” she replies as another peck goes to the other cheek, as she leaves your hug, taking her bag and leaving the place, leaving you standing there in shock.

“maybe this day wasn't so bad” you thought to yourself as you just sat near your pizza, taking another munch and smiling to yourself.

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Yay another oneshot is ready, i really enjoyed writing it, again i am so excited for the new comeback of WJSN and super happy for their win in Queendom 2, have a rest of a good day leafies