#had a team dedicated to them or they would all blow up

[lilgynt]

i wish society as a whole could slow down. only way i can explain is rn we’re like emails when we should be like faxes 😔

[chunksworld]

A Helping Hand

ITZY Yuna x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut)

A/N: Damn I've been so down bad for her lately. Thanks @kaedespicelatte as always for beta reading.

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Clank. Clank. Clank.

Missed shots after missed shots—some of them aren’t even hitting the rim, that’s how bad it’s gotten. It’s safe to say that basketball practice isn’t going particularly well for you. You’ve had to resort to either passing the ball in the perimeter or going for a layup instead, which makes you easier to defend against. And it’s not like you were making your shots in shootaround either, the rim could probably be as wide as the ocean and you would still somehow miss it. It’s as if you forgot the fundamentals of the sport you grew to love and dedicate your life towards.

Nothing frustrates you more than when your shots aren’t falling. You’re a basketball player after all—well to be more exact, you are the school’s star basketball player and the team captain. Your teammates look up at you for inspiration and to lead them to victory every single game. Sure it’s just practice, but you didn’t get this far by slacking off and you want to lead by example. No one criticizes you more than your own self and perhaps it’s that double-edged sword that has led you to become so hard on yourself. It’s a trait that has led you to success but at times like this, you are your own worst enemy.

You make brief eye contact with your coach and the look of disappointment he gives you is so gut wrenching, his hands on his hips and his eyebrows furrowed. You can already hear the rant he’s about to give once scrimmage is over, he’s not exactly a player’s coach and just because you’re the star player does not mean that he’s going to be nicer to you—in fact, it’s the opposite. You’ve gotten yelled at in front of your teammates so many times that you’ve become numb to it. He wants the best from you as much as you want the best from yourself but his yelling is what you didn’t wanna hear at this very moment. All you want to do is get some rest and perhaps sleep it off.

“Cut! Cut!”

Coach yells and you’re scrambling to remember how to defend the play. He introduced it earlier during this practice but it obviously never stuck with you. You’re so distracted trying to remember m that you didn’t even realize that you’ve blown your defensive assignment as your opponent drives past you to receive the pass for an easy layup, following the coach’s instructions perfectly and you’ve absolutely lost it. It’s one thing to not make shots but it’s even worse that you can’t even defend properly. You might as well be a drill come out there. Enough is enough. 

“Fuck!”

The expletive rings throughout the gym, much louder than you’ve anticipated and your coach blows the whistle. Your teammates can only look at you in pity, they know how frustrating it is to be in your situation plus the wrath you’re about to receive is not going to be pretty. You stop in your tracks and pant heavily, sweat dripping down your face as the intensity of the scrimmage takes over you. Silence, except for your teammates also trying to catch their breath. Your coach then takes a slow walk towards you with his clipboard in hand and you are already bracing your eardrums for the berating but then signals all of the players to leave for the day and walks up to you with his clipboard in hand. Huh, guess he’s sparing you the embarrassment for today. He probably already knows that you’ve embarrassed yourself enough already.

“Listen, I don’t know if you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning but I’m not having this okay? We’ve got a game later today and I need you to be completely focused and locked in. You’re not leaving this gym until you’ve made 100 threes in a row, got it?”

Somehow, that’s a better punishment than being yelled at in front of your teammates. You look pathetic as it is for their team captain and that would’ve made it worse. Maybe it was the prospect of getting yelled at but suddenly your shots were falling again, and it’s a great thing that it was a morning practice because it still took you five hours to make that many threes in a row. You were pretty sure that more threes than you’ve ever made in your entire career but it was all worth it. You were completely drained and exhausted and all you wanted to do was pass out. You found yourself laying on the hardwood floor and looking up on the banners, some of them you’ve helped raise in the rafters. It would be nice to ad—

“Tough practice, huh? Coach Lee looked like he was gonna knock your head off.” A familiar voice echoes throughout the empty gym. It’s the sound of a woman nonetheless and you’re damn sure that you must be hallucinating with how completely tired you are but that was immediately debunked the moment a basketball landed on your face. You look up and that signature bunny smile is enough to send your heart running throughout this facility. What the hell is she doing here? She’s never been here, hell does she even know what basketball is?

Shin Yuna. The school’s most popular student and the president of the student council—rumors has it that she’s turned down a record 200 male students during her time here so far (you can confirm at least 19 of those male students because everyone of your teammates have asked her out already). And it’s as clear as the bright blue skies as to why she’s highly sought after; insanely smart, stunning visuals, and an amazing body to go along with it (you definitely have not been taking notice of the last part, absolutely not). Plus, you see her face everywhere. There’s 100 clubs to join in this campus and she’s the leader for a handful of them. “Fuck me, did he broadcast to the entire school how shitty I was today?”

You lay back down on the hardwood floor, probably not good advice because your jersey is now completely dirty. But that’s the least of your concerns at this very moment. Yuna continues walking towards you, the heel of her boots making a resounding noise with each and every step. “No he didn’t, but I was running some errands and I wanted to stop by to check how our basketball team is doing and….” She sits down beside you, clearly she doesn’t care that her clothes are going to be dirty either.

“And you saw me being absolutely shit at the sport I’m supposed to be good at. Great.” What horrible timing, the student council president rarely visits and she just had to choose the worst day possible. You just want to bury a hole and dig yourself. 

And Yuna is either terrible at reading people’s emotions or she doesn’t care at all because her response was a smile as she sits closer to you, as if she’s shrugging off everything you just said. Can this day get any worse? “Well, everyone has bad days don’t they? I’m sure that LeBron Jordan guy had some bad shooting days as well.” Never mind, guess she has great intentions after all.

“Touché. But we have a game later so I need to figure the fuck out how to play again so will you be of any help, miss student council president?” You must have said something right because her face lights up like a light bulb. And you can only hope that whatever she does have in mind is actually going to be helpful.

“Well that can’t be good….” Her fingers trace your biceps, “As the president of the student council it’s my duty to ensure that our school’s star athlete can de-stress before the game right?” You’re only half focusing on her words at this very moment, her scalding touch the only thing occupying your mind as she continues to caress your arms.

Like a true basketball star, you’re figuring out her next play though like a simple pick and roll, it’s easy to decipher. You decide to let it play out anyways. “What are you trying to say?”

“How about……” Her fingers now reach for your face, her own visage now dangerously close to yours, “…I lend you a helping hand, how does that sound?”

As expected, it was the perfect read all along. The moment her lips mesh with yours and you could already feel all of this morning’s stress start to dissipate. You didn’t even hesitate to think about the potential repercussions, of the fact that two of the most influential figures on campus are about to engage in acts not appropriate for such a setting. Not when you feel how perfect her soft lips are on yours, clouding your judgment and throwing any sense of rationality out of the window. Your teammates would surely kill you if they found out that out of everyone on the team, it was you that’s getting such an opportunity with Yuna.

They’d surely be jealous because you’re the one viewing her beautiful features up close, not them. You’re the one caressing her curves and every other part of her heavenly body that have made her the wet dreams of every male student on campus. That you’re the one eliciting such lustful and throaty moans out of her as your lips trail down to her neck, your hands reaching out to her clothed busts to give them a gentle squeeze. It sounds so hot, Yuna sounds so fucking hot. And it’s a good thing that you’re wearing your basketball shorts and not your regular pants because you would definitely be in much more pain now with how hard you are.

“Fuck, a little stress relief is what I need as well….”

But it gets even worse the moment she straddles your lap, landing perfectly on the tent forming on your shorts and you inadvertently groan at the immense pleasure. She reverts back to kissing you before you could even muster up a verbal response, a more aggressive lip lock this time with tongues involved  as she slowly starts to grind on you. You could feel how wet she is under that skirt and your mind is already racing with the plenty of ways you want to take advantage of this opportunity. As much as you don’t want to stop kissing her, you don’t want it to stop at just this so you grab at the hem of your jersey but before you could remove it, she breaks away from the kiss. It’s only first base and yet she’s already ruined and so fucking pretty as always. “Is there a more private place?” 

Of course there is. You grabbed her by the hand and dragged her towards the empty locker room. As soon as the door is shut, you grab her by the waist and bring her to your lap again as you sit on the bench and resume your kissing. Busy hands immediately go to work trying to remove each other’s clothing. She gets rid of your jersey with ease while you have to work with removing her tie and lifting the blue top over her head; her bra coming off right after. Your mouth salivates at the sight of her perfectly shaped tits, round, petite, and nipples begging to be sucked. But as you were mere inches away, she got off of you to remove her skirt and panties (which were drenched as you predicted. You do the same with your shorts and boxers, throwing them to the side. Both of your shoes come flying off as well.

You’re both finally fully naked. Your cock twitching as precum oozes from the tip due to intense arousal, there in front of you lies a naked Yuna. Whereas other guys have to imagine what she looks like, you could actually view her in this state. A gorgeous face paired with a body sculpted by the gods themselves, curves that can only be compared to that of an hourglass, her clean shaven pussy, her inner thighs already drenched, and those legs that you just want wrapped around you. But with how she’s biting and licking her lips, you’re not the only one completely turned on. “You can take a picture of me to jack off to later, but I want you to fuck me now please.”

And who are you to turn down such a request? She mounts you once again, this time making sure to aim her opening at your tip. You both moan at the first contact, electricity surging through your bodies but you fight through it. You bring her lips to yours, arms wrapped around her body as you aid her in completely taking you inside her. “A-Ahhh fucc-k!” Her nails immediately dig into your shoulder and back as she pulls away from the kiss. Yuna is tight, so amazingly and mind-blowingly tight despite how wet she is. And it doesn’t seem like she’s a virgin either because she seems like she knows what she’s doing. You, on the other hand, haven’t had sex in ages and yet your carnal desire for her is what’s driving you. “So fucking b-big!”

“And you’re so tight….shit.”

Eventually, she's able to take your length all the way inside her. But with how tight she is, you will definitely rearrange her guts by the time you two are finished. That’s the least of your concerns right now, however. as she begins to roll her hips. The pleasure is overwhelming and the effects of not having any intercourse in quite a while is starting to rear its ugly head as every single movement of her hips is driving you crazy. You pull her even closer to you, causing her to squeal as no inch of space is left between the two of you. Once you are able to overcome the initial onslaught of pleasure, you begin to thrust up inside her as well. And this causes Yuna to wrap her long, luscious legs around you as her nails leave scratch marks on your back and shoulders. “F-Fuck me hard just like that, please!” Her moans are a beautiful symphony of curses, inaudible phrases, and your name uttered in the sexiest way possible. You would gladly listen to it until the day you die. Maybe you could have her relieve your stress all the time if this is what you get at the end.

And you would kiss her to prevent anyone from hearing her moans but the place is empty so it’d be useless so instead you do what you’ve been dying to do ever since earlier, and that’s to taste her breasts. It doesn’t help that they jiggle deliciously in front of you as every thrust of your hips meet her bounces. You dive down and capture them with your lips, focusing on her left breast first and licking the stiff, brown nipple with your tongue. Her whimpers only serve as encouragement, switching to the right nipple and giving it the same treatment that it deserves. Your fingers, on the other hand, are carefully massaging her saliva-drenched left breast. You repeat this over and over, making sure they get enough appreciation from you. She stops grinding her hips at some point because of the immense pleasure and you paused your thrusting as well, and if she didn’t grab you by the chin for a kiss you wouldn’t have noticed as well.

A deep, passionate makeout then ensues as she starts to grind her hips again, her hands pushing your face further towards hers into a sloppy serenade of pure unadulterated need towards each other. A string of saliva follows as you both pull away from oxygen, the lust in her eyes only strengthening with time. “Don’t lie, you’ve been dreaming of sucking my tits don’t you?” The remark catches you off guard and makes you laugh. The answer is obvious, if she wants to hear it then you’ll gladly tell her. 

“Fucking hell Yuna, I don’t think there’s any guy out there that doesn’t.” Hell, you want to suck them again at this very moment but you don’t want to be selfish. She also has her needs after all.

The grinding of her hips turns into bouncing again, and the slapping of skin on skin begins to reverberate in the empty locker room. “Exactly. S-So take advantage of this opportunity—shit—and give me your all.” You don’t want to be told twice; you bury your face on her chest as you thrust up at a frantic pace. Her moans only get louder as you piston your cock inside her pussy—that’s still so amazingly tight—relentlessly, making sure that they’ll mold to your shape. Soon, those moans turn into whimpers as she rests her chin on your shoulders and her hot breath going directly through your ears as she continuously whispers sweet nothings—completely delirious from how good of a fucking she’s receiving from you. It’s so pure, it’s so carnal, and it’s so fucking hot the way your moans combine with the slapping of wet skin and the squelches of her pussy as you continue to pound up into her. 

But you two are humans after all and can only receive and give so much pleasure, and it doesn’t really take long for Yuna to completely unravel—only three more minutes to be exact. You could already feel it with how much tighter she’s gotten, so tight that you might just reach your orgasm the same time as her. It takes you gritting your teeth and closing your eyes because looking at her pleasure-stricken face with her tongue sticking out and eyes rolled to the back of her head along with her unreal visuals is going to completely cause you to become undone. “Fuck, baby I’m gonna come please. Make me come, fuck me just like that I’m so fucking close….” But you’d rather attack her neck with kisses and bites anyways, the combined smell of her sweat and lavender perfume only driving you crazier and crazier. Like a mantra, she repeats her wish along with incoherent whispers but it’s at a particularly rough thrust as she comes down hard in your lap that sets off the explosions.

“FFUCKK!”

It’s so fucking hot. The way her nails cling to your back, now probably leaving scratches that will surely take weeks to disappear. The way her luscious thighs constrict your waist. The way she grabs onto your face and pulls you towards her for a kiss. It’s all too overwhelming and it takes every single fiber of your being not to join her as her hot and tight walls attempt to squeeze you for all the cum you have, and you just might. Her juices immediately flood both of your crotches as her orgasm completely overrides her, taking a few minutes to subside as you continue to thrust your hips up to her at a slower and gentle pace. She doesn’t stop grinding her hips either, her moans now turning into whimpers while she continues to make-out with you, and with everything that’s already happened you know you’re not too far away from joining her. Yuna pulls away from the kiss and she whispers the words you’ve been dying to hear, her eyes filled with cock-filled lust in the aftermath of her post-orgasm haze. “Fucking cum in me.”

You’re embarrassed the way it immediately turns you on, as if a switch is flipped inside your brain that wants one thing and one thing only: Yuna. So with the remaining strength you have, you place your hands underneath her thighs and made sure that she’s wrapped tightly around you before standing up to effectively fuck her in stand and carry. The new position has her screaming and yelling as gravity aids in impaling her into your shaft, your cock now reaching places inside her that you couldn’t do so earlier. You bounce her on your length before walking over to your locker and pressing her back onto the cold surface, making her shiver. With support, you continue to thrust into her at an unrelenting pace and due to the sensitivity from her orgasm, it doesn’t take too long for her to come undone once again. You must’ve discovered a specific bundle of nerves inside her because she bites into your shoulder with a scream and begging you to fuck her hard once again, every thrust has her wrapping her arms around tour neck tighter and the feeling of such a perfect body like hers against yours is truly mindblowing. 

She’s completely rag-dolled into your arms at this point and it only took a few more thrusts before she lost herself. The sight is perfect and unsullied, not even the most expensive paintings in the world could rival her face at this very moment. It’s all beautiful and lewd at the same time. It’s an orgasm that’s somehow even stronger than her first one. “S-So fucking good!” Yuna’s juices immediately start to flood your length and drip down to the floor below; the added lubrication now making it easier to thrust in and out of her and she must’ve noticed how much your cock has been twitching ever since her orgasm because she doesn’t stop bouncing on your cock despite her sensitivity, in fact she’s working twice as hard. No words exchanged for a while as she’s still trying to recover from the intensity of her orgasm while you’ve been rendered speechless by how intense your orgasm is going to be as well. Instead she kisses you as a way of showing thanks, nibbling and pulling on your lower lip as you let her do all the work. It doesn’t take long for you to feel that bubbling sensation in your stomach and you have to inform her sooner or later so you pull away from the kiss but it seems like she already knows.

“Y-Yuna, where—“

She gives you a nod, then a peck on the lips. Her eyes are once again filled with lust and that’s the only green light you need. “It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked like that so it’s only right for me to return the favor. I want your cum inside me please.” Such words have never been more enticing and seducing. With a loud groan, the first shot of cum is emptied into Yuna’s freshly fucked pussy. And then some more; each thrust of your hips delivers a shot of cum fucked deep into her needy womb. Each thrust makes all of the stress and anguish of today go away. You can’t count how many shots you’ve unloaded but it’s enough to stain your balls and flood the gaps between where your cock and her pussy meet—all of it dripping down onto the floor below. Another makeout session ensues, your tongues lazily dancing with one another as you continue to thrust your cock inside her to make sure no drop of cum is wasted. But it really doesn’t matter because a copious amount of semen drips out of her pussy the moment you pull out, and you’re completely shocked by how much you filled her. It’s truly a testament to how good she fucked you.

“Shit. Yuna, I–” 

Yuna interrupts you with a kiss. “It’s fine, I wanted your cum and I got it. And it looks like you were really stressed.” She points towards the pool of cum on the floor, weeks worth deposited inside her and you can’t help but be embarrassed. “Either that or I really turned you on.” Heat rises up to your cheeks and you want to dig up a hole and bury yourself in it once again. There’s no denying that she didn’t; she’s definitely the best woman you’ve ever had sex with and it doesn’t even come close. And the sight of her post-sex is only making you want to fuck her again—her inner thighs glazed with your cum, her perfect body covered with sweat, and her face looking thoroughly fucked. Your cock twitches at the sight and she smirks, walking over to you and slowly wrapping her fingers around your length and pumping it at a leisurely pace. 

“Hmm. Looks like you’re still hard for me, how about I fix that?” It truly must be your lucky day today because she dragged you to the showers and quickly got on her knees, taking your length inside her mouth and effectively cleaned both of your juices off of it with her skillful tongue. Despite already one orgasm down the drain, the opportunity to paint her face with your cum is the only thing you need to get going again. Yuna continues to bob her head up and down your cock, her hands massaging your balls as if to make sure to receive your full load again. Your groans and the lewd sound of her mouth overpowers the sound of the intense water pressure of the shower. And with how turned on you’ve been, it doesn’t take too long before you unload spurts after spurts of cum on her face. She looks so damn beautiful, yet so ruined at the same time. “We taste so good together, we should do this more often…” 

Thankfully the rest of the shower time was actually used to clean up and ten minutes later, you two are dressed up again as if nothing happened. “Good luck out there, champ. I’ll be cheering for you.” Yuna gives you one final kiss, giving you an extra boost as if you weren’t motivated enough already. Then she flashes her signature wide smile that has caused hundreds of men to fall in love with her, and you’re about to be added on to that list. Fucking hell. 

“Here’s my number by the way. Feel free to stop by my dorm once you guys win, your student council president will have a special prize for you.”

[222col]

meet me at the tennis court

pairing: art donaldson x reader ft. patrick zweig summary: art needs patrick's tennis coach, in more ways than just tennis. word count: 2.4k warnings: 18+!!!!, smut, dirty talk

Art never thought he'd be one for sabotage or betrayal, he never thought he'd need too, he was a good enough player on his own. He and Patrick had always been of a similar level, it was an even playing field before either of them went pro. Patrick got a head start, when Art went to Stanford. While Art did improve during college, Patrick had a dedicated coach, Art had to share a college level coach with the whole team, the playing field wasn't so level anymore. You starting coaching Patrick a year into his professional career, you'd met Art a few times when they'd practise together during spring or summer break, you knew he had potential. Art knew he needed one thing to beat Patrick, you.

It wasn't that he didn't want Patrick to succeed, he did, but he knew he needed you. As much as Art would never admit it out loud, he knew he had the talent to go further than Patrick, he just needed help. He'd watched you, how you worked with Patrick, your sternness, but kindness. You were exactly what he needed, for his career, but also his life. Once Art finished college, Patrick persuaded him to play in a doubles match with him, it wasn't high priority for Art, but he knew it meant time with you, so he agreed. Arriving at training, Art was nervous. Knowing this was his big chance to steal you away from Patrick, to join his team. Part of him felt bad, like a bad friend, but there was just something about you, that he craved.

"Alright, boys," You arrive to the court as the boys are warming up, tight tennis skirt and matching tank, carrying a crate of balls and a racket. Art mumbles a 'Christ' under his breath as you set the crate down and set up some cones. "Dude, I know, I don't know how I ever focus with her as my coach." Patrick responds. Art didn't think he was loud enough for him to hear, letting go of Patrick's hands, letting him drop to the floor. "You think she's hot?" Art questions, pulling his friend up from the floor. "Art, I'm not blind. I know she's hot, I spend nearly every day with her." Art shakes his head and picks up his racket. Patrick follows suit, holding out his hand in front of Art's mouth. Gum drops from his mouth to Patrick's hand. "Very romantic, can we maybe get on with training now?" Their heads snap towards you, both nodding as you wait, hands on hips.

Art wants to impress you, but he keeps missing shots, watching your skirt blow in the wind as you hit balls his way. "Get it together, Donaldson!" You shout, hitting another ball his way. He's focused now, but Patrick jumps in front of him to hit the ball back to your side of the court. "Nice to know one of you has your head screwed on, need to go back to college tennis, Art?" Your words sting, he's meant to be showing you that he's worthy of your time and attention, yet Patrick is out doing him, again. You throw a couple balls in his direction. "Let's see your serve." He picks up a ball, takes a breath and lines it up with the neck of his racket. He grunts as he hits the ball, it was one of his best. "Better." You smile to him. He has to stop the blush that creeps onto his cheeks. "Christ, all she did was smile at you, Donaldson." Patrick mocks, clearly noticing the redness on his cheeks. He's grateful you're moving cones and don't notice.

He improves throughout the rest of the session, not better than Patrick, but not missing any more shots. "Okay, boys, that should do us for today." They both drop their rackets, hair slick to their foreheads with sweat as you hand them both a bottle of water. "You have potential, Art, but you need to focus more." He shrugs in agreement as he drinks his water. "He's normally a lot more focused, wonder what got into you, Donaldson?" Patrick isn't slick, Art internally cusses him out. "Maybe I could do with a private session, if you have any spare time?" Art's almost smirking, Patrick definitely is. "Sure, Art," You say, packing away spare rackets. "I have a couple hours tomorrow before Patrick's solo session." His smirk turns to smile. "Great. See you then."

The two boys pick up their bags and head to the showers. Undressing and turning the water on, Patrick laughs. "What?" Art questions, turning on the shower next to his. "You're trying to fuck my coach." Art just shakes his head and starts washing himself. "You're not even denying it!" Patrick laughs, washing the shampoo out of his hair. "Maybe I just want some help." Art responds, letting the water wash the soap off of his skin. "Oh yeah, I'm sure you do." Patrick brings his fist to the side of his face and sticks his tongue to the inside of his cheek, imitating a blowjob. Art scoffs and continues showering. As much as yes, Art does want you in that way. He wants more, he wants all of you. Your body, your brain, your guidance.

Still nervous, but less so than yesterday, Art arrives for his private training session. You're already on the court, skirt looser than yesterday, the wind nearly exposes your ass as you bend over to pick up some extra balls. "Fuck me," Art mutters under his breath. He drops his bag next to you. "Jesus, Art, you nearly gave me a heart attack." You laugh, breath unsteady as you hold your chest. His mind is already wandering. He laughs too, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Opening his bag to pick out a racket. You pick up a racket of your own, grabbing a few balls and telling Art to do the same. You both get into position on either side of the court. After a few rallies, you stop. "You seem a bit pent up, Art, what's bothering you?" You ask, walking towards the net. The sexual frustration he's feeling is one thing, the other being how to breach the subject of subtly betraying Patrick. "Patrick's other coach said this too, I'm not sure." Patrick doesn't have another coach, Art just needs to find a way for you to leave Patrick and focus all your time on him.

"Oh really? That's interesting. Maybe you need to channel your aggression on the court." You don't bite. Do you know he's lying? You take a sip of water. "I didn't know Patrick had another coach." There it is. You bite. "Yeah, for a few months now, I think." Art keeps lying, he should feel bad, but if it means you direct your energy to him. He'll do anything. "Interesting. I told Patrick when I first starting working with him that I prefer my clients to work solely with me." You take another sip. "You know, so secrets don't get shared. My work doesn't get undone, things of that nature." He's done it. He's got you questioning. Your brow furrows as you keep drinking. "That makes perfect sense. I was surprised when he told me, when I knew how brilliant you are- How brilliant you made him." He hopes you ignore his slip up. You don't. "How brilliant I am?" You smirk to him, placing your water on the bench, taking a step towards him. "Well, you're an extraordinary woman." He smiles. "Exactly what I'm looking for actually." You examine his face. "In a coach?"

His eyes deepen, the space between you closing. "Yeah, something like that." Your hands are on your hips, looking up at Art. He can feel your breath on his neck, swallowing deeply. Looking down at you, the loose fit tank not helping, due to the fact he has the perfect angle to see your cleavage. "Something like that?" You repeat his words back to him. "Mhm." is all he can muster in response, his breath hitching. "You want me to coach you, guide you, tell you what to do?" You lean up to him, you lips mere inches from his now. "I definitely want you to tell me what to do." His confidence is back. Smirking down at you. "In tennis?" You question, playing dumb. "In tennis, in life, in bed..." He trails off, faking innocence. "Kiss me then." You barely finish your sentence before his lips are on yours. You can feel his hunger on his lips, his hands searching all over your body as yours tangle themselves in his hair. He finds his way underneath your skirt, caressing the lace and bare skin beneath it. You smile into his kiss, cocky bastard, you think, kissing you like this with his hands on your ass in the middle of the tennis court. Anyone could walk out onto the court, any minute, Patrick could easily arrive early and find the two of you together like this. The thought only turns you on further, Art must feel it in the kiss as his hand snakes around your body and into your underwear.

Gasping and gripping his body tighter as his fingers stroke the length of your folds, your legs almost buckle as he grabs hold of you tighter. Giggling to himself as he watches you come undone. His finger slips inside of you as his lips find their way back to yours. His kiss can barely capture the sound of your moans as he slips another finger inside. "Shut the fuck up," He whispers in your ear, covering your mouth with his hand. "Or do you want someone to catch us with my hand under your skirt?" His grin is evil, he's loving this, watching your eyes turn darker the further he pushes his fingers inside of you. He removes his hand from your face, returning to it's place on your ass. "I don't remember me saying you could tell me what to do, Donaldson." Your voice is shaky, breathing heavy as you hold your moans in the best you can. He raises his eyebrow, removing his fingers from inside you as you pout. "Do you want me to stop?" He asks, his fingers teasing your clit, so gently you can barely feel it. "N-no," you muster, his fingers re-enter. "Stop acting like you're in control right now then." His order hits you like a slap across the face, your knees go weak. You didn't think he had it in him. All you can do is nod your head as he picks up the pace. His thumb now drawing circles on your clit, your eyes close as your head flings back. You bite your lip to stop your moaning, Art's lips attacking your neck, definitely leaving small bruises as he goes. "Good girl." You can't stop the groan that falls from your lips this time. Art chuckles, loving the control he has over you in this moment.

"I thought I told you to shut the fuck up, or do you not want to come today?" Your head swings back to face him. "I'll be quiet, I promise, fuck- Art, please let me come," He rewards you with a kiss, you use it to your advantage and let your moans escape into his mouth. You're getting close and he knows it. You've began to shake, your grip on his biceps getting stronger as your nails dig into the skin. He's revelling in the fact you're leaving marks on him. He's getting exactly what he wants, you. "Come for me, baby," His whisper pushes you over the edge, nearly falling to your knees as you finish on his hand, he instinctively holds your body up as you bite down on to his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. He can feel that through his shirt, he'll be left with a bite mark. A groan leaves his own lips at the thought. "So, you'll be my coach then?" He asks, cheekily as you ride out your high. "Fuck, Art, I'll be whatever you want me to be if you keep doing that." He chuckles, pulling out his fingers, immediately bringing them to his lips. He inserts them both to his mouth, licking every drop of you from his fingers. He licks them clean and leans down to kiss you. He giggles into the kiss and smacks your ass playfully. "Hit the showers, Donaldson. I've got to get ready to fire my client, looks like you'll be my priority from now on." He picks up his bag, winking at you as he leaves the court.

Entering the showers, he finds Patrick. He claps slowly, "What a show, Donaldson." Art's cheeks flash red. "Really, I didn't think you had that in you." Art's head drops, thinking whether to deny the whole thing, until he sees the tent in his trousers. Patrick just laughs, patting him on the back. "It's nice to know that I'm finally rubbing off on you." Art's laughing too now, turning on the shower and undressing. "Fuck off," He retorts, stepping under the cold water. He winces as the water hits the fresh marks you've left on his body. Patrick inspects the reason for his wince, noticing the bite mark on his shoulder. "Is it weird to say that's hot?" Patrick smirks, brushing his fingers over the mark. Art shakes his head and pushes his hand off his shoulder.

"You might wanna start looking for a new coach." Art states, washing his face. "Why? You wanna make sure I don't make a move on the girl you're fucking?" Patrick smirks, as Art turns to face him. "She's my coach, as well as the girl I'm fucking, actually," Art can't even attempt to hide his smile as he continues showering. "You little snake!" Patrick laughs as he slaps Art's boner, he groans in pain. "Will you still be my doubles partner?" Patrick asks, picking up his bag, ready to head to the court. Art laughs, "Of course," turning back to his shower. "Don't tell her you saw anything, oh, and if she asks you've had another coach the past few months." Patrick leans around and hits Art on the balls. "You really are a fucking snake, Art!" Patrick laughs and jokingly kisses his cheek. "It's exciting seeing you like this, I hope she gets you to apply it to your tennis, then maybe you'll finally beat me."

[sage-nebula]

I know I already made one post about people being racist toward Ryan and especially Steven in the wake of the streamer announcement, but I thought I'd go ahead and make a little collection of commentary that shows exactly what I was talking about re: vilifying Ryan and Steven (men of color) while acting like Shane (white man) is an innocent victim.

So, on a post with screencaps showing the team talking about how they'll allow password sharing on the streamer, we have:

Reminder that this is what they actually looked like:

All smiles, including from Steven, who btw has talked on Pod Watcher about how he's had difficulty emoting his whole life and used to practice smiling growing up. So yes, his smile is small, but that doesn't make it less genuine, you assholes.

Another funny one considering Shane lives the exact same lifestyle that Ryan and Steven do. He blows money at a grocery store he doesn't like for weeks on end because he's not sure if he really likes it or not. He buys a ton of different fancy pencils to test them out because he had a whim about it. He upgrades his flights when he wants (such as for his and Sarah's wedding), he buys expensive pajamas from Ireland, he takes piano lessons. He has and uses the exact same amount of disposable cash as Ryan and Steven do, and has several podcast episodes in a row dedicated to his purchases, and yet you only focus on bashing Ryan and Steven for it because . . . ? Don't bother answering. We know the answer.

This is just a small sample of the comments that have been out there today. It's truly ugly. Even setting aside what Steven has done for Watcher (Ryan AND SHANE have made it clear Watcher would not exist without him managing the financials because they can't do it), he's a human being and he doesn't deserve the racist vitriol this fandom has spewed at him. He's already made it clear this is not his dream; if he walked after today's show of bigotry it wouldn't surprise me. I'd say the same for Ryan, but it IS his dream, so.

Regardless. Shane is a grown man and one of the founders of the company. You know damn well he agreed to this. Stop acting as if evil men of color forced your poor white fave into something he didn't want to do. It's fucking racist whether you're intending to be or not, and regardless of how stupid this decision was, Steven and Ryan are still real human beings who don't deserve racist backlash.

Be. Fucking. Better.

[vampykween]

Second Chances (part 1)

i wanted to write about singledad!ghost x teacher!reader (which is so self indulgent as im a teacher hehe) and thus this was born summary: little poppy is simon riley's entire world and you've just had yours turned completely upside down. despite everything, it seems like everything falls into place when you're with each other. this is going to be a little series - i already have a few drabbles written and have l more ideas up my sleeve, but feel free to let me know all of yall's ideas too!! dedicated to @suimon since you love my dad!ghost so much hehe mwah

Simon is just short of pulling his hair out. He’s spent all morning wrestling with a five-year old who, last night was bouncing off the walls excited about her first day of school, but now is inconsolable and quite frankly working his last nerve.

“Poppy, love, please just get dressed. We don’t have all morning for you to mess about.”

Poppy shrugs her shoulders and blows a raspberry right in her father’s face. “Let me go, I’m not going to school,” the five-year old squirms in her father’s grasp, less than thrilled at the prospect of getting dressed for school.

Simon briefly considers whether he should invest any more energy into their morning battle or if he should just concede and let his daughter win this round. Despite her protests, he keeps his hold on Poppy and tries his best to calm her down enough to reason with her. Sometimes Simon couldn’t believe this was his life, he was tussling with his daughter about getting ready for school, when in a past life all he was ever worried about was backing his team throughout a mission. He used to be a trained killer now the only thing he’s an expert at is making silly voices for all the book characters at bedtime.

“You were so excited about school just last night, what happened lovie, what’s going on with you?”

Poppy just stares at him with her big doe eyes, the ones that look exactly like her mother’s, and makes Simon’s chest ache painfully. It’s moments like these that make him feel like the grief would never end.

After a drawn-out minute, she finally squeaks out, “What if I don’t like school? What if people are mean to me?” Simon’s heart breaks at his little girl’s admission, he, of course, worried about those things too; he wasn’t sure he even wanted to send her off for hours every day, but he also knew that Poppy could handle it.

Simon grasps both of her much smaller hands, “You’re the best girl I know, what’s not to love yeah? I’m sure you’ll make lots of friends, sweetheart.” Simon isn’t sure who he’s reassuring more at this point, but he’ll say anything to get them both through this day and all the ones that come.

Poppy sighs loudly and by something short of a miracle, she concedes with getting dressed; Simon let her pick out her own outfit, in hopes that it would rekindle her previous excitement. It helped, but only marginally.

Standing in the doorway of the classroom, is not the teacher Simon had been expecting. When he thought of teachers, he imagined either super strict, uptight older women or bright and bubbly young women fresh out of university. You were neither of those – you wore a bright smile that reached your eyes, and your voice had the most warm and comforting lilt to it. Contrastingly, you were dressed head to toe in an all-black outfit, but it didn’t make you look dark and dreary, no, on you it worked quite well. Poppy finally, but reluctantly revealed herself from behind her father’s legs, and stepped forward to greet her new teacher.

“Hi! What’s your name?” you were clearly not from anywhere near, and Poppy immediately comments on it.

“My name is Poppy, like the flower, and you talk very funny.”

Simon groaned, “Poppy, that’s not very polite, love.”

“No, no it’s alright. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that this morning,” you laugh breezily, not affronted by the little girl’s observation. The sound of your laugh is like a mirage in a desert, and Simon is taken aback at how much the sound affected him. You crouch down and introduce yourself to Poppy, then rise to greet Simon as well. You hold out your hand, clearly in an attempt to shake his, and he shakes his head to clear his stupor and takes your hand. Your hands are much smaller than his own, and much softer, not calloused from battlefields and the hardships of life.

❀

You hope you’re coming off as a well put together adult, one who’s supposed to be in charge of people’s most precious gifts. Threatening to ruin your façade is the fact that you’re shaking hands with quite possibly the hottest man you’ve seen since you upturned your life and moved to London a few months ago. This is your student’s dad, jesus get a grip, you hastily remind yourself. You can’t help yourself though, and your eyes are roaming over his massive hands searching for a wedding band. You’re not sure whether it’s a good thing or not when you see there isn’t one. He’s hot, but he’s got a child, and you’ve just had your heart shattered into a million pieces this summer. The last thing you need is to be lusting after your student’s unreasonably hot father.

You’re not even sure you want to be here; nothing had gone the way you planned and now you’re a million miles away from your family – who had forewarned you that your ex maybe was not worth moving across the world for, but you were in love, you didn’t want to hear that.

Poppy, who seemingly gained some confidence, breezes past her father and finds her way easily into the classroom. You looked back up at her father, realizing you hadn’t caught his name – he tilts his head ever so slightly at you as if he’s trying to discreetly assess you and it makes your palms sweat.

“I didn’t catch your name, can’t call you Poppy’s dad all year now, can I?” you prod causally, laughing despite the stifling air that was forming between you two.

“You can call me Simon,” he replies elusively and suddenly you’re overcome with the feeling that there’s something mysterious about this man – and as attractive as he is, the revelation also makes you feel unnerved.

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[emmylksblog]

BEYOND THE BENEFITS PT.2 // H.FORT

summary: Hector and you have been friends with benefits for some time now, but you begin to feel jealous when Hector starts spending time with other girls. But one night, at Marc's party everything takes a turn.

content: friends with benefits! , angst

warnings: physical fight but no injuries mentioned

words: 1115

The next day, Hector heads to football training with his Barcelona teammates. They all notice that he's in a particularly sullen mood. Usually, he's the life of the party, but today, he's quietly seething. Because of one girl, the girl he has known for years but only came to discover his feelings for her recently.

Marc, trying to keep things normal, approaches him like he usually does, but Hector gives him the cold shoulder, avoiding eye contact. The tension between the two best friends is palpable.

During a practice match, Hector and Marc's tension reaches a boiling point, and it all explodes in the form of a physical altercation. Hector starts by pushing Marc a bit too hard, and Marc retaliates, the two of them trading blows.

Lamine, noticing the escalating fight, rushes over to separate them. He yells, his voice breaking through the chaos, "Hey, hey! Stop it! ¡¿Qué os pasa?!" ("What are you guys doing?!")

Lamine physically pulls Hector and Marc apart, holding them back from each other. They're both panting and seething, glaring at each other with a mix of anger and frustration.

The rest of the team stands by, surprised and shocked by the sudden clash between their teammates who were known for their tight bond. Some players exchange worried glances, while others try to appear unaffected by the tension.

The coach is furious seeing his players engage in a physical altercation on the field, and he immediately pulls them both aside.

"What the hell were you two thinking?" he scolds them. "You're supposed to be teammates, not enemies. You're acting like children. Both of you, on the bench!"

The coach gestures towards the bench, his stern gaze fixed on Hector and Marc, making it clear that they are not to rejoin the game until they've sorted out their issues.

Once they're seated on the bench, Hector slumps down, his shoulders slumped and his head hung low. The weight of his regrets and mistakes seem to crush him as he breaks down and apologizes to Marc.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice hoarse. "You deserve her more. You should be the one she's with."

Marc is taken aback by Hector's sudden confession, but he quickly catches himself. He shakes his head, a mixture of amusement and disbelief in his eyes.

"Soy amigo de un idiota," ("My friend is a dummy,") Marc retorts, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You couldn't be more wrong. She's in love with you, you fool. You're the one she's been pining over this whole time."

Hector looks up at Marc, disbelief written all over his face. "Pero que estás diciendo?" ("What are you talking about?") he asks incredulously. "She would never... I mean, she and I... we're just..."

Marc rolls his eyes, exasperated with his friend's obliviousness. "Yes, you two are just 'friends with benefits,' but that's because you never had the guts to tell her how you really feel. She's been crazy about you for ages, and you've been too dense to notice."

As Marc sees that his friend has lost all hopes of gaining your trust again a plan forms in his mind. He turns to Hector, a glint in his eye.

"Alright, listen up," he says. "Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to convince her to come to the match today, and then, when you score a goal, you're going to dedicate it to her in a way that she can't mistake it for anything other than a confession."

"Thank you Marc, I think that was the easiest plan you could come up with" Hector said his voice leased with sarcasm.

You had reluctantly agreed to come to your friends' football match, primarily for Marc's sake and to stay away from Hector, but guess what? Number 32 was playing too.

The match had commenced, but each time your eyes caught sight of Hector on the field, a flutter of emotions stirred within you, painful reminders of the complicated feelings between you both.

Just as you were about to stand and leave, unable to bear the sight of him, Hector scored a goal. Without hesitation, he ran towards the stands where you were, heading directly towards you.

You stood frozen, torn between the desire to escape and the overwhelming presence of his gaze fixed upon you. He stopped right in front of you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath from the run. His eyes searched your face, filled with an intensity that left you breathless.

Hector stood there, captivated by your presence, barely acknowledging the fact that he had just left the field mid-game. Instead, his focus was entirely on you as you started to ramble nervously about his unexpected action.

But as the words spilled from your lips, he didn't appear to be listening to the words themselves. His eyes were fixed on you, completely mesmerized by the sight of you before him.

He couldn't hold back any longer. The pent-up emotions and longing took over as he passionately pulled you towards him and kissed you. Right there in front of everyone, he poured his feelings into the kiss. It was more than just a declaration of affection; it was a confession of how deep his love ran, how his feelings for you surpassed anything you could have imagined.

He longed to communicate all this through the kiss, to make you understand that you meant so much more to him than you ever thought possible.

As he kissed you, everything else melted away, and all that mattered was the connection between the two of you. The field, the crowd, the game—none of it existed at this moment. All that mattered was the intensity of the emotions and the depth of his feelings for you, which he expressed through every movement of his lips against yours.

You break the kiss, your heart racing from the intensity of the moment, but also knowing that the match is still ongoing. As you gently remind him of this, he leans in and dodges your face to be close to your ear.

"I love you," he confesses and swiftly leans out.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he quickly pecked you on the lips before dashing back onto the field, leaving you stunned by his boldness. However, the sight of him receiving a yellow card while grinning like a fool caused you to burst into laughter.

Hector, in the end, realized that his feelings for you ran deeper than anything he had ever known. The boundaries that had once seemed to define your relationship blurred until they faded away entirely, replaced by a love that embraced both of your personas. He loved you beyond the benefits.

[cecilysobsessions]

DESTINY (m.) | zuko

↬ fem!reader, protector!reader & protected!zuko

↬ genre: fluff / smut

↬ one bed trope, reader & zuko are adults (i am not writing no minors), fake dating for like one second, suggestive language, mild swearing, awkward cannon zuko, submissive zuko, typos but pretend you didn’t see them

↬ word count: 6k

↬ summary: you are hired as fire lord zuko’s personal bodyguard. being the stubborn man he is, he doubts that you can protect him. you’re going to prove him wrong. 

↬ a/n: i was upset i couldn’t find any sub!zuko fics so i said screw it and wrote one myself.

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Destiny is a funny thing. And, of course, Fire Lord Zuko knows all about it. After firmly believing for so long that his destiny was to kill the Avatar, the world threw him a curve ball and he ended up joining the Avatar’s team to defeat his own father.

So when his palace staff appoints you, an experienced assassin, as his personal bodyguard, he rolls his eyes at your stupid destiny that just so happened to intertwine with his. 

When he became the Fire Lord, Azula almost immediately tried to get rid of him so that she could steal the throne by hiring you to kill him. Of course, she would have done it herself if she weren’t thrown into an asylum after their Agni Kai. However, after one of his staff overheard the conversation between you and his sister, they offered you twice as much payment as Azula did, and you couldn’t refuse the offer. Besides, what was Azula going to do? At this point she had already been taken away.

Although it seems shallow and a low blow to betray Azula because of money, you had to do what you had to do to get by. Growing up an orphan on the streets wasn’t always so good on you financially. You discovered you had a talent for stealing things for money, and even though you weren’t proud of it, it was the only way to survive. After running into some gang members who had heard about your talent, you began to work for them. Eventually you went from stealing for money to killing for it. Although it was not the life you wanted, it was the life you lived. 

So how did you end up coming to the royal palace as Zuko’s personal bodyguard with questionable work experience and blood on your hands? Simply put, you were skilled. As one of the few fire benders known to use lighting, you were pretty good at it. Being able to both generate and redirect it impressed those around you, and word went around with some saying you were even better at it than Azula. 

•••

“A bodyguard? I’m not a child; I don’t need protection.” Zuko rolled his eyes, his voice echoing through the large meeting room. 

“Nobody said you were a child,” his advisor clarified, his voice filled with anxiety. Zuko always had a short temper. 

“I can protect myself just fine. Besides, what will people think if they see the new Fire Lord with a body guard stuck to my side all the time? They’ll think I can’t handle myself.” Zuko was offended that his staff thought he needed a personal bodyguard to be near him 24/7. Sure, he was young, but he is capable. He rolled back his shoulders in an attempt to calm himself as he tried to explain his thought process. He has never been good with words, and he was already losing his patience.

“No, the people will know that you are taking your job seriously. And besides, we found an excellent fire bender that is able to both generate and redirect lighting! She’s excellent, and—”

“You already hired one without asking me first?!” Zuko cut off his advisor abruptly, his loud and stern voice rising along with the wall of fire in the room. He was already fired up and upset at the thought of having a personal guard, but the fact that his staff had already hired one without telling him first set him off. 

“Please, think about this.” his advisor’s calm and collected voice soothed his rising anger a bit. “As your staff, we are dedicated to protecting you and making sure you are safe at all times. The girl is a strong and smart bender and might even be able to teach you some things. Please, give her a chance and reconsider.” his advisor lowered his head in obedience and hoped for an answer.

After a moment of silence, with the only sound being the low flames in the room, Zuko took a deep breath and spoke. “Fine, but let me test her first. If I am able to knock her down, she leaves and you’re not allowed to hire a new one.”

•••

“He wants to fight me? Zuko?” you let out a fake laugh filled with arrogance as you stared down at his advisor. 

“Fire Lord Zuko,” he corrected you. “And well, yes. He is against the idea of having a personal bodyguard and the only way he will accept it is if you are able to fight him and not be knocked down.” the man explained, gesturing to the training courtyard outside the hallway window in the palace.

You followed his eyes and focused in on the former prince in the courtyard, eyeing his grown out hair. While you understood that Zuko wanted to make sure you were as good as his advisor said you were, you found it ridiculous. As far as you knew, he was constantly being bested by his younger sister. Although you weren’t as good a bender as his sister, you knew for sure you were better than him.

“Alright,” you shrugged as you began to make your way to the courtyard, his advisor following your steps. “Whatever makes him feel better. Wanna bet I can knock him down in sixty seconds?” a smirk grew on your face. You were not cocky in your ability, but confident. If you were being honest, you could probably knock him down in thirty seconds.

“I’m sure you can, but I’m not betting with you on whether or not you can knock the Fire Lord down in a minute. That’s inappropriate!” his advisor shushed you.

•••

Although you had seen the man from afar, you never realized how short Zuko was. You were almost taller than him (not that it mattered, it just made you feel superior when you were taller than men). 

“Your royal majesty,” you sarcastically greeted, your deep and exaggerated bow earned you a scowl from the Fire Lord. You were unsure of why you had chosen your first words to Zuko to be sarcastic and cocky, but you knew you wanted to show that you were a capable bender and not some little girl who knew how to throw a fireball. 

“Your bending better not be as horrible as your attitude,” he stared into your eyes, unamused at what you thought would be taken as a joke. “Let’s get this over with. Try and knock me down, if you can, and I’ll reconsider having you protect me.” you might have imagined it, but it seemed like Zuko didn’t believe you could beat him. You smirked, excited to prove to the royal that he was wrong and you are in fact the better bender.

“Aw, you think I can’t knock you down. That’s cute.” you winked, distancing yourself from him and taking a fighting stance, readying yourself. “Well your majesty, I’m ready when you are. Take the first move too, I’ll let you have that.” 

Zuko clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Only because I want to get this over with,” he widened his feet and took a stance, his arm coming down to shoot fire at the ground, coming towards your feet. 

As he shot his first move, you took a deep breath, rolling your eyes to show him what you thought of his predictable and easy to avoid move. Avoiding it simply, you punched the air, sending red flames towards him. But what he didn’t know was what you were going to do next. Distracted by your punch of fire, you quickly generated lighting through your fingertips, taking a deep breath before you aggressively pointed your hand towards where he was standing, making sure to miss him on purpose. As quickly as you sent the first shot of fire, Zuko saw a large lighting strike heading his way. Too slow to react and try to redirect it, your strike burned the spot on the ground next to him, the blackened spot on the ground inches from where he stood. 

“How,” he started in disbelief. “How did you generate lighting so fast?” his eyes widened as he looked at you. Still in shock from how quickly you created lighting and nearly killed him, you moved quickly, running towards him and jumping in the air and sending multiple strikes of fire at him through your hands. Still focused on how you created lighting through your fingertips with such speed, he held his arms up to block you. His attempt was sloppy and weak, and you knocked him down to the ground and stood over him. 

Zuko grunted, sitting up quickly and looking through the bright rays of sun blocking his view of you. “No way,” his hand came up to shield his eyes from the sun rays. 

“How long did that take me? Definitely less than a minute, right, Mr. Advisor?” you hollered over at the staff who was standing off to the side. You crossed your arms and stared down at the royal man below you. 

“You lasted less than a minute in this fight and I barely tried. Hopefully you’re not like that in the bedroom, Fire Lord Zuko.” you smiled down at him crookedly, a laugh escaping your lips as you started to walk off. “I’ll see you when I officially begin tomorrow, sir.” you bowed once again exaggeratedly. You couldn’t help but beam, you already knew you were going to win, but you didn’t expect to feel this good. Zuko was a handsome and talented fire bender, so something about beating him at something he is good at made you smile.

•••

It has been three years since you began to work for Zuko and he has learned three things in those three years. 

One. You never refer to him using his title as you should be doing because you apparently hate all “royal blooded bitches” as you say. But if Zuko was being honest with himself, he was pretty sure it was just because you simply didn’t want to. The staff around you always shot you looks when you yelled out his first name to grab his attention, but you never cared. He admired that about you. You didn’t care what other people thought of you, something Zuko himself always struggled with. 

Two. You were an absolute thug. What did he expect? You’re an orphan with a criminal background and a couple bodies on your list of people you’ve killed. Past Zuko would’ve thought you were some low life peasant, but that’s not what he thought of you at all. With a questionable past himself, he knew not to judge you for your past actions and choices. After all, some of his own past choices were questionable.

Three. You wear your heart on your sleeve and have a massive crush on him. So naturally, you make it known. As someone who doesn’t have a lot of relationship experience, or experience with women in general, Zuko never knew how to respond to anything you ever said to him that was even the tiniest bit flirtatious. After the breakup with his ex Mai, he had told himself to focus on his people and to stay out of relationships. When you first made it known to him that you fancied him, he thought you were joking. 

“So, Zuko,” you had begun while escorting him to a meeting. “People are asking if you’re courting anyone. You’ll need a Queen soon.”

“I’m not interested in that right now,” he sternly told you. “And besides, nobody’s interested in me at the moment.”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I am.”

Zuko shook his head, pushing away the past conversation that confused him because did you actually like him and were you just casually confessing your feelings out of nowhere? Or did you only say all that because you pitied him?

She flirts with every guy here, he told himself (not true, but telling himself that helped convince him that you did not in fact like him even though you did and expressed that on multiple occasions). There was just no way you could ever like someone like him. He was easily upset, always busy with his royal duties, and only had one eyebrow. Literally. The scar his father gave him convinced him that he wasn’t handsome or in any way attractive. Who would ever want to love someone with a scarred face? 

“Zuko,” you barged into his quarters, shutting the door behind you as you interrupted his inner thoughts. “Are you ready?” you stood there, feet firmly planted on the ground like you didn’t intend on going anywhere.

“Do you not know how to knock?” he stood and looked at you, gesturing to his small luggage sitting on his bed. “I’m ready.”

The two of you were going on a secret mission (actually it was just him and technically you were just coming along to protect him) to spy on an unknown enemy of Zuko’s, most likely someone who did not want him on the throne. He had wanted to do it himself, saying that he needed to get a good look at the person who wanted to dethrone him. 

“Just because I’m your bodyguard, that doesn’t mean I’m also your servant,” you eyed his belongings. “Carry your own shit.”

•••

You and Zuko quietly arrived near the location in a close forest of the unknown person who was apparently planning to rebel and dethrone Zuko. Tightening your hood, you created a small flame in your hand and searched around for any sign of danger. It was midnight and the two of you were planning to camp here for the night before resuming the mission in the morning to search for the unknown person. 

“Stay close to me,” you instructed in a whisper.

“I know that.”

“Then come closer to me, idiot.” you aggressively grabbed onto his sleeve, yanking him closer to you as you quietly stepped around the area of trees.

“Ow, can you please be gentle?!” he complained, attempting to pull away from your gorilla grip but failing.

“Zuko, shut the fuck up.” you warned.

“I don’t take orders from you.” 

“One more word and I’ll burn the shit out of you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh yeah? Then—” in the middle of your banter with the Fire Lord, you saw a flame heading towards the two of you. Reacting quickly, you pushed Zuko behind your back and pushed away the flame with your hands before throwing a punch and firebending towards the threat.

“Who’s there? One step and I’ll burn you,” you threatened, eyes frantically searching the dark for a sign of life. 

You felt Zuko behind you, chest pressed up against your back and heart rapidly beating against your body. He was nervous and scared and if you didn’t feel his panicked heartbeat, you wouldn’t know. You had to get out of there.

“Relax little girl, I only want what’s in that satchel.” you heard a gruff voice that came from a few feet in front of you. Zuko gripped the satchel around his body, debating if he wanted to just give it up to the intruder or help you fight him. 

“You want it? Come and get it,” Zuko taunted, standing in front of you and kicking a flame towards the mysterious man. 

“Zuko!” you warned. “Get behind me!”

“You might be my bodyguard, but I don’t always need your protection.” He spoke with determination in his voice as he stood firmly, his hands in the air and ready to firebend at any second. 

“Your bodyguard is a woman?” the mysterious man cackled, jumping out of the dark and attacking Zuko with fire. 

“Yeah, and what about it?” he shot back, easily defending himself against the wannabe thief. You stepped back, wanting to see how Zuko would protect himself. They began to fight close up, engaging in hand to hand combat, which you knew Zuko was good at. You had seen him at times training and were impressed. He easily overpowers the man, knocking him out with a swift kick and turns back to you, the unconscious man laying on the ground. 

“If that were me, I would’ve beat you.” you commented.

“I know,” he responded, searching the man for any weapons. After patting him down, he takes a knife from the man’s pockets. 

“That was hot,” you said, winking at him in the dark and hoping he’d see it. You grabbed the knife from him and started walking.

Apparently he didn’t see the wink. Wonder why. “Well yeah, fire is hot.” Zuko responded. 

You did a mental facepalm. “I know fire is hot, you dumbass. I was talking about you being able to defend yourself. That was hot.” you repeated. How many times would you have to hit on this guy for him to understand you liked him?

“Oh…” he trailed off, unable to form his confusion into words. Why would you find that hot?

You sensed he didn’t know what to say, so you spoke first. “Let’s go to a nearby village and hope that we can find a place to stay there. It’s too dangerous to be out in the woods.

•••

Luckily the two of you wandered into a village not too far from the forest, and were able to find an elderly couple kind enough to house the two of you for the night. 

“It’s so late, a young couple like the two of you shouldn’t be out and about at this hour.” the woman lectured after seeing the two of you walking down the street and hurrying you in her home.

Zuko wanted to correct the woman. “We’re not a cou—” 

“Thank you for your kind hospitality. We really appreciate it. We were a little lost on our way and are traveling.” you cut him off abruptly and offered a kind smile to the lady. You grabbed his arm, squeezing it aggressively as a warning to shut up.

After showing you to their guest room, Zuko lit the only candle in the room, the low lighting barely bouncing off his porcelain skin. 

“Why did you let her think that we’re a couple?” Zuko questioned, shutting the door behind him.

“Are you stupid? It’ll be suspicious if we tell her we’re just two people traveling together. It’s easier to just pretend we’re a couple so no one questions us.” you explained, but secretly you were happy the lady called you guys a couple.

You set your bag down by the door, taking in the small bedroom. There was an open window across from the door, the bright moonlight shining into the room. Other than a dresser and a chair, a small mat that was big enough to fit two people laid in the center of the room. Eyeing the singular mattress, the silence turned into an awkward moment of hesitation between the two of you. While Zuko probably felt awkward, you were happy. The thought of snuggling up to him claiming you’re cold as an excuse to be close to him crossed your mind. You were secretly excited.

“So I guess we have no choice but to sleep next to each other,” you started, trying to hide how happy you were feeling. 

“What? I’m not going to sleep next to you!” he complained.

“Then where are you sleeping?” you questioned, gesturing to the singular mat. “There’s only one.”

“I’m sleeping on that mat. You can sleep on the chair.” he motioned to the uncomfortable looking chair in the corner. 

“What?” there was no way you were going to let him take the mat for himself. “But I’m the woman! You should let me have it.” 

He was already pulling out his sleeping bag. “You’re my bodyguard, so sleep on the chair and protect me. A man needs his beauty sleep.”

“Beauty sleep my ass,” you were beginning to grow tired and cranky and laid on the mat next to him. “It’ll be easier to protect you if I’m physically closer to you, don’t you think?”

Zuko’s eyes widened, his eyebrow furrowing in annoyance. “Whatever. Just don’t touch me.” he sighed in defeat, turning his back against you and pulling his blanket up and laying on his side his scar is on.

Your eyes trace the lines of his back muscles that are showing through his thinly made shirt. His shoulders are broad, hair covering his nape. Combing his hair behind him, you get a whiff of his shampoo. You can’t help but stare, even though he isn’t facing you. And suddenly you feel nervous. Too nervous to say anything, too nervous to do anything, too nervous to even breathe. The room is filled with silence, the only faint noise being the single candle in the corner of the room burning. What if you’re breathing too loudly? What if he can hear it? What if he thinks you’re a loud breather? 

“No weird pickup line?” Zuko’s voice suddenly breaks the silence and your inner thoughts, his voice soft and low in a careful attempt to not wake the elderly couple.

Has his voice always been laced with such sultry and sexiness? Why was he suddenly making conversation? You thought he wanted to sleep, so why is he asking why you’re not flirting with him? Does he know you’re nervous? 

“I thought you wanted to sleep,” a lame excuse, but some part of it was true.

Zuko’s body shifts and he turns on to his other side to face you, laying on his arm as his golden eyes search for yours in the dark. When he finally looks at you, you unintentionally hold your breath. The way he is looking at you makes you nervous. His eyes are staring into yours as if he’s all yours and you’re all his. As if you two are lovers and are sharing an intimate moment of eye contact before a kiss.

“The mattress is a little uncomfortable.” he whispers, his voice small and soft. 

Was he already laying this close to you? 

A beat of silence passes between the two of you, and his eyes refuse to break contact with yours. “What a spoiled royal,” was the only thing you said, you were feeling a little awkward and unsure of what to say. Normally you felt confident flirting with him, but something about tonight made it feel different.

“Of course you’d say that,” he lets out a small chuckle at your comment, his eyes moving down your body as if he is checking you out. 

“You smell nice.” you say after a beat. You don’t know what came over you. Only that you thought it and wanted to say it.

“You’ve always been so straightforward,” he says and you’re not sure if he means that as an insult or compliment. “I admire that about you.”

Zuko admires you? You always thought he didn’t think much of you, but maybe you just thought that way because he never actually voiced his opinion of you.

“These last three years have been different,” he continued. “Good different. Ever since I took the throne I’ve been busy with my duties and haven’t had much time to relax. But spending time with you and getting to know you has been really… great.” Zuko has always been a little awkward, understandable since he often does not speak about his feelings. 

“That’s it?” you laugh at his awkwardness. “Just great?”

“I think you’re amazing. Getting to know you has been so fun for me. And I’m starting to feel really comfortable around you. You make me feel safe.” 

You make Zuko feel safe? Your heart swells at that compliment. “Well, I would hope so. I’m supposed to keep you safe, too.” you joke, and his eyes light up as he smiles. Or maybe it’s just the candle.

“I’m sorry I doubted your ability to protect me. You are a talented bender and an amazing bodyguard. But I want you to know, I will always be there to protect you, too.” he whispers, voice sweet like honey as he leans closer to you, his eyes moving down to your lips for just a moment before meeting your eyes again. 

Zuko is even closer to you now, his face lit up by the moonlight. His tongue peeks out and he licks his bottom lip for a second, wandering eyes flickering down to your lips once again. 

“You look beautiful in this light,” you comment, your eyes scanning his features. 

“Are you saying I don’t look beautiful in any other light?” he asks, a teasing smile plastered on his face. 

“Yeah, you only look this good when it’s almost completely dark and the only source of light is the moon.” he laughs at your response, a low chuckle escaping his lips. 

“Can you see my scar?” he asks, insecurity in his voice.

“Yes, and it looks good. Scars build character.” As someone who’s received scars from living out on the streets and constantly getting into fights to rob people, you have a couple scars yourself. Although they may be an imperfection on the skin, all your scars tell a story and are unique to you. 

Zuko wonders if you knew that he was feeling insecure about it. He has always been insecure about it since it’s a reminder of what his father did to him, and it’s never helped that he hears people always whispering about it in the palace.

“Do you have any scars?” he asks, unsure if the question is crossing a boundary.

“A couple.”

“Can I… Can I see them?” he anxiously asks you, his voice softer and more submissive. He is afraid you’re going to say no and afraid if you do that it will be awkward.

“Do you just want to see me naked, Zuko? You could’ve just asked.” you tease.

His eyes practically jump out of their sockets. His face flushes and his embarrassment travels down to his neck, red and and feeling even more awkward and nervous than before. 

“W-What? That’s not what I meant! I was just—I didn’t mean for it to come off like that! I was only asking that because I’m insecure about my scar and—” Zuko keeps speaking, faster than before and more panicked. You chuckle, amused by how he tries to back himself up. He continues to rant and stutter a bit before you hold up your hand to shush him.

“You know, Zuko, for someone who doesn’t say much, you’re saying an awful lot right now. And you’re not even saying much. You're just rambling on and on.” you lecture, raising an eyebrow to prove your point.

“I’m just a little nervous,” he confesses.

“Why’s that?”

“Because. I can't tell if you’re joking with me when you say the stuff you say.”

“What do I say?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t. What kind of stuff do I say to you?”

He sighs in frustration. He doesn’t want to say it. “Like, like when you called me hot… earlier.”

“You thought I was talking about the fire.” 

“Yes, and then you said that you weren’t.” he says all confused; all you’re doing is trying to get him to stop beating around the bush and be straightforward, but it’s too nerve wracking for him.

“Because I wasn’t.”

“Right,”

“Right.” you agree.

“So, then you said—you said you were talking about me.”

“I did say that.”

“Yeah…” he trails off, unable to form a sentence.

“What’s your point? What are you trying to get at?” you’re teasing him. You know exactly what he wants to ask. You know he wants to ask if you have feelings for him, but he’s too afraid you’ll say no and he’s afraid to make it awkward. 

Cute.

“I guess what I’m trying to ask is… if you, maybe, perhaps, possibly…”

“Like you?” you finish his question for him. Because if you don’t, he’ll take all night.

He stops himself from saying anything, face full of uncertainty and confusion. He stares at you, waiting—hoping that you will speak first. You have always led the conversations between the two of you, so now that he has to do it, he is lost and looking for help.

“What do you think?” you ask, turning the question on to him. You want to see what he will say. 

“I…” Zuko trails off once more. “I would hope so.” His voice is hushed, low and subtle. If you weren’t listening so closely and weren’t so close to him physically, you wouldn’t have heard him. Through his whispering, he sounds hopeful, almost as if he is asking—begging you to feel something for him.

“You would hope so?” you repeat and he nods in response. “And why is that?”

“Because… I think I would feel upset if you didn’t like me.” he confesses, taking a deep breath. He looks as if he is trying to control his breathing. Is he nervous? Turned on? Or does he just have trouble breathing?

You smirk. “Why would you feel upset, Zuko?”

A faint pout forms on his pretty lips. His eyes droop and he looks like he is about to complain. “Are you really going to make me say it?” 

You nod.

“I would feel upset because I like you. I like you more than just my bodyguard. I like you more than just a friend. I like you more than just a talented bender who can take my life with a single lightning bolt. I like you more than you can even imagine.” Zuko finally confesses, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

“You like me? More than you like your honor?” you joke; you don’t want him feeling so tense around you.

“Yes. A lot more.”

“Good,” is your only response before you lean in. His lips are warm and soft and inviting. You feel your loud heartbeat through your ears and it feels as if the entire world has paused just for the two of you to kiss. 

To him, your kiss is intoxicating yet sweet. Addicting, so addicting he wants more. Zuko has never felt aroused by a simple kiss until now. He tilts his head, hopeful to kiss more of you. He feels himself losing control, his thoughts are wandering yet he is still staying put, his hands to himself because even though he wants more, he doesn’t want to make the first move. You have always led the conversations, so he is hoping you will lead this kiss too. Trying to control his breathing through his nose, he can’t help but moan quietly into your mouth, heat reaching his cheeks in embarrassment. He feels you smirk against his lips, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your soft fingertips cup his cheek, gently caressing his scarred skin with a tender love he has never felt before. 

His hands hesitantly make their way to your waist, gently wrapping around your middle as he pulls you in closer to him. Zuko presses himself against you, desperate to feel more than just your lips against him. You feel his heart beating hard against your chest, the right grip on your waist firm. He quietly moans against you, slight whimpers being held back as he pushes himself into you, desperate for more. Desperate for something, anything.

“Ah,” he quietly whimpers, his hand grabbing at yours and holding it to his chest. You flex your hand slightly, taking the opportunity to feel his pecs. Someone has been working out. “Please,” he begins. He sounds so desperate; you’ve never heard him like this before, but you like it. “More, I want more. Please, do something.”

Zuko wraps his legs around yours, pushing his hips forward to meet yours, his body desperate for more affection and more friction. He is starting to slip, becoming more and more desperate each passing second. You can feel him through the thin material of his pants, dick hard and pressed up against your body. You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. Looking into Zuko’s eyes, you can see everything he is feeling in them. Aroused, in love, submissive, and breedable desperate. 

“Would you like to see my scars?” you ask, earning a gentle smile from him. 

“Only if you would like me to see.”

“I don’t mind.” you smile back, pulling away from him and lifting the blanket. Eyeing the wet spot on his crotch, Zuko quickly pulls part of the blanket onto his lap, embarrassed that you noticed.

“Sorry,” he says shyly.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you grin, sitting up and lifting part of your shirt to expose your lower stomach. “See this?” you ask. Zuko sits up with you and leans in slightly to look at your lower stomach. He can’t tell if you have been stabbed or sliced, but whatever happened, the scar looks deep and painful. “Got it in an assisination mission.”

“It must’ve hurt,” he whispers, his fingertips reaching out towards it. He looks up at you, eyes asking for permission to touch your scar. When you nod, his fingers gently ghost over the imperfection, feeling it slowly.

“Well I killed him, so he was probably in more pain than I was.” you laugh, remembering the man you killed.

“Do you have any more?” His eyes are full of curiosity, eager to learn more about your past and about your body.

“I have one on my thigh,” you tell him.

Zuko eyes your pajama pants. “You don’t have to show me. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me to take off my pants?” you joke. “I see how it is…” 

“No! Of course I would like to see. Please?” he smiles shyly, hoping you’ll say yes.

“Hmm, I don’t know… you don’t seem very desperate to see…” 

Zuko shakes his head in defeat, giving into you as he leans in. He kisses your cheek sweetly, his lips slowly moving down towards your neck. “Please,” he whispers. He leaves slow and sweet kisses, his hand coming up to your thigh to caress it. His large hand glides upwards on your thigh, nearing where you want it the most. “Please, show me…” his hand stops, gripping your thigh.

“Since you wanna see that bad, I suppose I could show you.” you begin to unlace your pants. 

“You just wanted to see me beg,” 

“Well, yes. And it was nice. I quite enjoyed it.” you laugh, kicking off your pants so you’re wearing nothing but your underwear and your top. Zuko looks, stares, admires your beauty. He looks down at the scar, smaller than the one on your stomach, but it still looks painful. 

“I got stabbed. Another assassination.”

“Did you end up killing them?” 

“Yeah, so no biggie.”

Zuko is quiet, unsure of what he should do. Should he let you talk about it, or should he ask about it? You’re quiet and he doesn’t know if that’s because you want something else, or if you don’t want to talk about it. Unsure, he leans down, his lips leaving a gentle kiss on your scar. At the same time, he eyes your underwear, a wet spot forming where he wants to kiss the most. He looks up, feeling himself grow hard again. 

“Even with your scars, you are still beautiful.” he whispers, leaning up to leave a kiss on your lips.

“I know that, Zuko. I never said I didn’t feel beautiful because of my scars.”

“Oh,” he feels so stupid. Why did he assume you felt ugly with all your scars? You were not like him. “Sorry.” 

“If you’re so sorry, make it up to me.” you smirk and lift your shirt up, exposing your breasts to him. 

His eyes begin to wander, trying to memorize the curve of your breasts and where your scar is on your stomach. Leaning down, he buries his face into your chest. He leaves a gentle kiss on one of your nipples, his hand coming up to massage the other. His entire hand wraps around your breast, squeezing and kneading as he opens his mouth around your nipple, sucking on the skin. He leaves wet kisses as his lips move down on your body, stopping to kiss your stomach scar. Laying you back down, he starts kissing your lower stomach as his fingertips tease the band of your underwear. Your hips jerk up, signaling to him that he needs to do something. Gently pulling your underwear down and off, he crawls between your legs, eager to please you. 

You spread your legs, exposing your wetness to his lips. He leans in, tongue carefully licking at you. You let a breath out, tugging on his locks to where you need him the most. He moans, almost more excited than you are and sucks on your clit. When you pull his hair, desperate for him to be tougher, he moans again, his hips grinding against the mattress in an attempt to relieve himself. Zuko pulls away for a second, sitting up in front of you. He pulls at his pants, impatiently yanking them down as he frees himself. His cock springs upwards, and he moans in relief.

“Can I touch myself?” he begs, his voice a whimper as he leans back down, face in between your legs again.

You nod and he leans back into you again, his tongue working at your clit again and sucking on it. One of his hands grips your thigh, slowly making its way to your entrance. His other hand strokes himself, his hips bucking into his own hand as his other hand begins to tease your entrance. You’re practically dripping, hips bucking up into his face as he pushes himself into you. Zuko’s fingers rub at your entrance, a mix of his saliva and your arousal allowing him to push a finger into you. He moans into you, his finger curving as he strokes himself faster. His hips desperately fuck into his hand as his lips desperately suck on to your clit. He moans, excited to please you as he also pleases himself. Feeling him moan and whimper against you and seeing him so desperate for his release he touches himself has you gripping his roots and pulling him into you. Your grip on him is strong and hurts, but arouses him more and his moans begin to grow louder.  

“Ngh, fuck,” he pants, his hand stroking his dick. “You taste so good.”

“You’re too loud, Zuko,” it’s late at night and the elderly couple housing the two of you might hear and that would be absolutely mortifying.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” he moans again, pulling away to bite down on his lip. His hair has been messed up and there is a blush on his cheeks, his lips wet with your arousal and his saliva.

He leans down again, inserting a second finger and curling them, making you let out a loud moan. You cover your mouth with your other hand as the other one continues to grip his hair. He licks at you in desperation, eager and determined to make you orgasm. His long and thick fingers move in and out of you as he continues sucking at your clit, licking and tasting it as you move your hips towards him faster. 

“Ahh,” he whimpers again, moaning against you as you desperately buck your hips upwards, the vibrations of his moans and the sweet sound of his whimpers sending you over the edge. Your legs wrap around his neck and he continues to finger you, his own hips moving faster as he fucks himself. The moans you let out make him move faster, desperate to hear you as he pleasures himself. He shakes, thrusts staggered as he finishes off of your moans and your own orgasm. The only sounds in the room are your heavy breaths and Zuko’s kisses he leaves on your thigh and stomach again, making sure to kiss your scars as well.

“So…” he begins. “Do you like me? Or….”

“What?” you ask, out of breath.

“Well, you never said if you do or not.” he questions, sitting up and reaching for his bag to look for something to clean you up. 

“Oh my god,” you laugh, leaning in to kiss him. “I thought it was obvious.”

“It’s not.”

“You’re so clueless,” you smack his head playfully. “Yes, I do. I wasn’t lying the previous times I hinted at it.” 

“Good,” he breathes a sigh of relief before kissing you again.

•••

“I told you that you were too loud!” you nag Zuko, angrily shoving his shoulder as the two of of you walk down the road in the middle of the night after being kicked out of the elderly couple’s house.

“Me? You were the one who wouldn’t shut the fuck up!” he rubs his shoulder in an attempt to soothe it. You were much stronger than you looked.

“No stupid, that was you! You were louder than me and got us kicked out! See what you did!” you yelled.

“Oh, shut up! You liked it!” Zuko fires back, rolling his eyes.

••• a/n: bye i didn’t even mean to write smut it j happened 💀

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[inuyashaluver]

photo booth - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend are dragged to an event, both of you finding peace in the small photo booth set up in the corner

warnings: suggestive

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if people knew you and your girlfriend leah, they knew you were homebodies. you and leah left early from events or team bondings to get into your pyjamas and cuddle while watching a movie you’ve watched 40+ times, quoting the dialogue to each other.

both of your sources of comfort were each other. you were there for leah throughout her whole acl journey, crying on the floor when you saw her running on the treadmill again after her recovery. leah was there to cheer you on at arsenal, always turning up to your games, jersey with your last name clad on her back

to sum it all up, you had leah williamson wrapped around your finger, just like she had you around hers. both of you agreed that a night in with your girl was ideal.

you were a people pleaser, something leah was not. a perfect balance between the two. people would purposely get you alone so they could finally get you and leah out of the house. alessia knew this and begged you to come out and convince leah. giving you puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t make your friend sad. so, your mission- operation convince leah.

after a game, you walked towards leah in the stands. you had scored a goal today, dedicating it to your girlfriend, blowing a kiss towards her spot, her returning the gesture.

she smiled as you walked up to her, opening her arms and waiting for you to reach her. you run up to her, standing on your tiptoes to hug her shoulders, her arms holding you tightly around the waist to keep you up.

“hey, my little superstar” she gives you a little kiss on your lips, grinning

“hey, pretty girl” you say smiling brightly at her

“thanks for the goal, baby, my sweet girl” she coos, rubbing her hand on your cheek

“have I ever told you, my beautiful, sexy girlfriend just how much I love you-”

“how much money do you need?” she uses her hand to squish your cheeks together, forming your lips into a pout

“no, baby I don’t need any money” you muffled out between her hand

“what do you need then, baby?” she smiled at you, letting go of your face and resting it at the base of your neck, playing with the lose hairs from your ponytail

“lessi and I were talking and um, do you maybe, I don’t know, think we could go out with them to an event tonight” you were playing with the rings on her fingers. she was looking down at you smiling

“I can’t leave you alone can I? you say yes to everything sweetheart” she laughs

“I do not!”

“baby, I love you with my entire being, but you do” she places a kiss on your forehead

“she gave me puppy dog eyes, lee, what was I supposed to do!” you exclaimed, resting your head on her chest

“oh my baby girl, you’re too sweet, I guess we’re going out tonight then” she rubbed your neck with her thumb

you smile brightly at her, giving her another bone crushing hug

“now get away from me and sign some shirts, missy!”

“need me to sign yours, leah? you look like a pretty big fan” pointing at your jersey on her back, laughing as she lightly pushes you away

- 2 hours later -

you and leah were at the event, doing your rounds with her firmly holding your waist and saying hello to everyone.

you had finished a conversation with alessia, leah slightly scolding her for taking advantage of your kind heart while she just laughs, lightly punching your shoulder in thanks

you and leah were walking towards a quiet corner, you look at her, leah knew this look too well, you wanted to go home

“let’s just stay for another hour, baby, we’ve only been here for 20 minutes” she says while glancing at her watch. she smiles softly at you while you pout.

“come on, let’s find somewhere a bit more quiet” she tugged your hand and you closely followed behind her.

in the very back corner of the room, a photo booth stood unattended. you had perked up and begged leah to go in, she agreed instantly, wanting nothing more than to be pressed up against you in a small space.

when you made it to the photo booth, leah sat down first, bringing you down to sit sidewards on her lap, her pupils dilated as she looked at you.

you were slightly above leah, you looked at her with so much love and adoration, leah couldn’t resist and pulled you into the most loving and sweet kiss. your tongues were gently moving in sync with each other, no words needed to be said at this moment. you were unconditionally in love.

so indulged in the kiss, you didn’t see your girlfriend had pressed start on the machine. you had heard the snaps but you both didn’t care in this moment, you pulled away when you heard the photo strip arrive from the dispenser. you leaned forward to grab it, smiling at the photo, leah wrapped her arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder, both of you looking at the photo strip with big, bright grins.

“I want that for the back of my phone” leah claimed, trying to take it out of your hands as you clutched it to your chest

“uh no, it’s going at the back of mine” you turned your head towards her and kissed her nose

“no no that’s not working this time, cheeky, I pressed it!” you paused

“guess we need to take another one then” you shrugged, pressing start on the photo booth again and surging forward on leah’s lips again.

this kiss was more needy and sloppy, once the photo was printed, she quickly grabbed it along with your hand, pulling you out and towards the exit

“right, off we go, you can finish what you started at home”

you walk past alessia at that moment, quickly waving bye to her, guiltily smiling,

“oi! where are you two going then?”

“sorry, less, this one’s not feeling too good” leah nodded towards you “see you later alright!”

“bye, lessi!!”

“bye-”

as soon as you got out of the door, she grabbed your face between her hands, giving you another quick kiss, now rushing you into the car so you can get to your shared flat to finish what you started.

both of you placing a photo strip each behind your phone, a reminder of why you and leah prefer to stay home.

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[eiralunaire]

Damian Wayne/Reader

At Titans Tower, the relationship between Damian Wayne and his teammate Moon had been a constant tug-of-war from the start. Both with strong personalities and an almost dangerous sense of competition, they clashed on every mission and training session. For Damian, Reader was a worthy rival, someone who could challenge him and, what bothered him most, beat him on several occasions. And Moon simply loved that game of rivalry; seeing Damian lose his composure was her favorite victory.

Since they met, the confrontations between them were legendary. On training missions, Moon managed to beat Damian with a mixture of controlled lava and telekinesis, combining their powers to unbalance him. And, of course, she never missed the opportunity to celebrate her triumph. After each victory, she dedicated an exaggerated victory dance to him, which ignited Damian's temper. This only made him try even harder to defeat her in each encounter, causing the other Titans to watch their fights with a mix of amusement and resignation.

Over time, their taunts became almost a ritual. Moon would tease him by playfully throwing objects at him with her telekinesis, and Damian would respond with impeccable reflexes, dodging them with a sarcastic smile or throwing some object back. It was a constant tug-of-war of competition, and both enjoyed that dynamic, although neither would openly admit it.

Everything changed on a mission that went horribly wrong. The Titans had been ambushed by a villain more powerful than they expected, someone who was ahead of them in every move. Robin, driven by his pride and his desire to protect his team, launched into the attack alone, underestimating the enemy and getting seriously injured in the process. It was a devastating blow that left him on the verge of a fall from a great height, with nothing to hold on to to avoid the fatal impact.

When all seemed lost and Damian was beginning to lose consciousness, Moon appeared. She broke the team's formations and, without thinking twice, launched herself at him, using her telekinesis and control of lava to make her way through the rubble and chaos. Without stopping to think about the risk, she used her powers to stop both of them from falling, nailing her leg to a metal structure and standing firm as she held him. Damian, weak and injured, barely managed to see how she struggled to keep her balance.

"I'm not letting go," she shouted at him, her voice firm and determined.

With an almost superhuman effort, she propelled him towards the nearest platform, where other Titans arrived to help. Still weak, Robin watched as Moon continued to fight alongside them, until they finally managed to contain the villain. That scene, Moon's effort and determination, were engraved in his mind.

Since then, something changed in him. Damian began to act differently. Where before there was competition, now there was respect; Where before he looked for every opportunity to challenge her, he now watched in silence, less interested in provoking fights or arguments. The dynamic between them became less tense, and Damian, although he didn't talk about it, knew that he owed part of his life to Moon, whom he once considered only a rival.

Moon, however, noticed Damian's change with skepticism. She couldn't help but distrust him, thinking that perhaps he was preparing some ambush to retaliate. Maybe he would throw paint at her at the least expected moment or set some trap in retaliation for all the times she had beaten him. But the days passed and nothing happened. Damian simply continued to appear calm, almost... relaxed.

Finally, Moon decided to confront him. One afternoon, after a practice mission in which Damian just silently observed her, she couldn't contain her concern and cornered him in the Tower's gym.

"What are you up to, Wayne?" she asked him, with her arms crossed and a defiant look. "You've been acting strange with me." Are you planning some kind of silent revenge?

Damian looked at her with a calmness that almost disconcerted her. “What are you talking about, Reader? I’m not planning anything.”

“Of course I do,” she insisted, narrowing her eyes. “I know that look. Ever since I beat you in the last training session, you’ve been planning something. Are you thinking of revenge?”

Damian let out a short laugh, a sound he rarely let out, which disconcerted her even more. “Not everything is a competition, Reader. I think sometimes there are more important things.”

That answer left her speechless. She had never heard Damian speak that way. Moon tried to decipher the meaning of his tone and the intensity of his gaze, and it was then that she remembered that mission, his voice telling her that she wouldn’t let him go, and the moment she had thrown him onto the platform. Maybe, without realizing it, something had changed for both of them since that moment.

“So…” she said, her tone soft now, less defiant. “Does that mean you don’t want to compete anymore?”

Damian looked at her, and there was something else in his eyes, something Moon hadn’t noticed before.

“It means that we are normal, and it is not always about winning or losing.”

Moon, for the first time in a long time, found nothing to say. A heavy and somewhat awkward silence settled between them, until Damian took a step back and began to leave. Before leaving the gym, he turned to her one last time.

“Thank you. For saving me that day.”

She nodded slowly, surprised by his words, and watched as he walked away in silence. As she watched him, she felt something different inside her, something she could not define. Perhaps, like him, she had also begun to see their rivalry in a different way.

In the days that followed, although they both maintained their friendship and the camaraderie that characterized them, Damian and Moon behaved in a kinder and less hostile way towards each other. The jokes and competitions did not disappear, but now there was something deeper that they shared, a mutual respect and a connection that went beyond victories or defeats. Even as time passed and their fellow Titans noticed the change, neither of them said anything. After all, they knew it wasn't about words, but actions.

In their fights against the villains, they both learned to trust each other, to support each other when needed, and above all, to respect the bravery and effort each put into protecting their team. And in those moments, when they cast quick, knowing glances at each other, they knew that even though rivalries were inevitable, in the end, they could always count on each other.

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Six months had passed since the mission that nearly cost Damian Wayne his life and the moment when Moon risked everything to save him. From that moment on, their relationship had taken an unexpected turn: fierce rivalry and constant competition had given way to an increasingly closer and more sincere camaraderie. They spent time together on and off missions, sharing training, confidences, and even a few jokes. And, although Damian still maintained his reserved and sometimes curt attitude, something had changed in him. Now he seemed to really enjoy her company.

But that week, something was different. Reader noticed that Damian began to avoid her, and although at first she thought it was some personal matter, she soon realized that his attitude went beyond a simple distraction. He did not look her in the eye, he left the rooms as soon as he saw her, and he answered her questions in a curt or monosyllabic manner. She, accustomed to the complexities of his character, decided not to give it too much importance. "It's Damian, it's his life and it's his problem whether he avoids me or not," he thought, and continued with his routine.

What Reader didn't know was that the reason behind Damian's elusive behavior was something he didn't even want to admit. There was something inside him that was eating away at him: jealousy. Just a week before, he had heard that she had gone out with a boy she had met at a mall. The guy, named Magnus, had had the nerve to give her a bouquet of flowers on her birthday, apparently by chance. Even more incredible was that Moon agreed to go out with him.

Damian didn't want to give it too much importance, but he couldn't help it. The day before, when Reader had gone out with Magnus, Damian had ended up following her steps from the shadows, watching from afar as they laughed, walked together and shared moments that, secretly, he wanted to have with her. The sight of her with another boy ate at him inside, but he wasn't willing to accept that what he felt was jealousy.

That afternoon, in the Tower gym, Damian was training alone. His mind, like the last few days, was filled with thoughts that caused him to feel a whirlwind of emotions. Every punch and kick on the punching bag was an attempt to get out the frustration he felt. Memories of Reader laughing with Magnus haunted him relentlessly. Just when he was about to completely lose himself in his thoughts, a familiar voice brought him out of his reverie.

“Wow, you’re hitting that bag like it insulted you,” Nightwing, his older brother, commented with an amused smile, entering the gym.

Damian didn’t bother to respond immediately, simply throwing another punch at the bag before stopping and giving Dick a warning look.

“What do you want?” Damian replied, his tone sharp, trying to maintain his composure.

Nightwing raised his hands in a gesture of peace, although the mischievous expression on his face showed that he had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

“You don’t have to be defensive, brother. I just came to check on you… although to tell you the truth, I think I already know that.”

Damian frowned, crossing his arms and looking away. He didn’t want to have this conversation, much less with Nightwing. However, his brother continued to speak, undeterred.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been avoiding Reader for days. I’m not stupid, Damian. I know you better than you think, and this,” he said, pointing at Damian’s tense expression, “has all the hallmarks of… jealousy.”

Damian fell silent, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over him. He told himself that Nightwing was wrong, that his feelings had nothing to do with jealousy. But a part of him knew it was useless to fool himself.

“It’s absurd,” he finally answered, trying to sound convinced. “Why would I be jealous?”

Nightwing laughed, crossing his arms as he looked at him with that big brother smile that irritated him deeply.

“Because you like her, Damian. I think you’re the only one who hasn’t realized that yet,” Nightwing said, a spark in his eyes. “You care about Reader more than you want to admit, and if you’re going to keep denying it, you’re only going to hurt yourself.”

Damian clenched his fists, feeling a mix of rage and shame. He didn’t want anyone to know what he felt, especially since he still wasn’t sure how to handle those feelings. Moon had always been his rival, his partner, and now, somehow, she had become someone more important to him as well.

“Stop sticking your nose in my business,” Damian snapped, turning to the punching bag and throwing another punch.

Nightwing couldn’t help but laugh again, but he walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

“Okay, I won’t say anything else. Just think about it, Damian.” It's not wrong to admit that you care about someone.

With that, Nightwing turned and walked out of the gym, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Damian closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm the whirlwind of emotions he felt. He knew Dick was right, and as much as he hated to admit it, he knew his feelings for her went beyond simple rivalry or camaraderie.

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Meanwhile, Reader continued with his life as usual, unaware of the internal conflict that tormented Damian. That day, as he walked through the halls of the Tower, he ran into Magnus, who had come to leave him a couple of flowers as thanks for the outing they had had.

"Moon, it's good to see you!" Magnus said with a smile, handing him the flowers. "I hope we can go out again someday."

Moon smiled, hiding her surprise at seeing him in Titan Tower.

"Who let him in?"

She took the flowers with a nod. Although she had enjoyed her outing with Magnus, it meant nothing serious to her. The connection she felt with him was minimal compared to what she felt next to the Titans… and especially next to Damian, although she would never admit it.

“Sure, Magnus. See you later,” she replied, smiling pleasantly.

However, she had barely turned around when she found Damian in the hallway, who had watched the whole scene from a distance. His eyes were narrowed and his expression was stern. Reader stopped, blinking at the coldness with which he looked at her.

“Are you spying on me now, Wayne?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Damian frowned, avoiding her gaze.

“I have more important things to do than spy on your… dates,” he replied, his tone icy, but his eyes betraying his discomfort.

Moon looked at him skeptically, sensing that there was something strange in his attitude. She had noticed his distance, but she hadn’t expected it to be so obvious.

“Why have you been avoiding me, Damian?” she asked finally, letting the barrier of indifference fall.

He clenched his fists, not knowing how to respond. On one hand, he wanted to confess what he felt, to admit that the reason for his behavior was simply because it hurt him to see her with someone else. But pride and fear of vulnerability prevented him from being honest.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you, Moon,” he murmured, not looking her in the eyes.

She sighed, tired of the evasiveness and coldness. For months she had felt a special connection with him, a camaraderie and complicity she didn’t have with anyone else. But if he was determined to walk away, she wasn’t going to stop him.

“It’s okay, Damian. Do what you want,” she said, turning to leave.

Damian watched her as she walked away, feeling an emptiness in his chest. He knew he was missing out on an important opportunity, but the fear of rejection and his own pride kept him from taking the step toward it.

At the end of the day, alone in his room, he found himself thinking about Dick's words, about the possibility that it might be too late to acknowledge his feelings and confess to Moon what he really felt. But, despite everything, he knew that, eventually, he would have to face those feelings and put aside his pride if he wanted to regain what they had built together in those six months.

That night, as he stared at the ceiling, he decided that he couldn't keep running away. It was time to be honest with himself and with Reader.

[justwinginglife]

Always You Part 2

Part 1.5 Here

At the same time that I dedicate this angst to my bestie @amaturesposts, I also apologize profusely to my other bestie @adaizel. I will make us happy, somewhere, somehow, with some Soshiro at some point.

Soshiro wasn’t sure what he expected after years of being apart from you, but it was not this.

You said you’d never date another Defense Force officer, and now you were engaged to one. And of all the people in the world, it had to be Gen Fucking Narumi that you were engaged to.

Soshiro used to come home complaining about Narumi, bitching about the latest stunt he’d pulled, or the stupidest thing he said, and you’d try to make Soshiro feel better by compiling insult after insult for this man you’d never met before. He loved the shit out of you every time. You were always team Soshiro, it didn’t matter the day, didn’t matter the offense, didn’t matter if you knew the other person, if you heard their side or not, you were always on his side. You were always his.

He didn’t know a version of you that wasn’t his. You’d been in love with him since the moment you met him- a fact that he’d always held over your head, teased you endlessly about, but had found extremely endearing all the same. And when he found out that he was your first relationship, he eagerly laid claim to all your firsts from there on out. 

When he asked you out, you -not knowing how this whole thing worked- assumed he’d kiss you right away, seal the deal. When you closed your eyes, awaiting his lips, he had chuckled and kissed your closed lids, telling you that just for your impatience he was going to make you wait and kiss you when you least expected it. 

“Are you going to kiss me now?” You’d say, after you just got promoted to Platoon Leader. He’d kiss your cheek, your nose, your forehead, every inch of you, but he still wouldn’t kiss your lips.

“Are you going to kiss me now??” You’d demand after you’d gotten injured in a particularly harrowing battle, causing him to almost burst a lung rushing to your side. He was too out of breath to kiss you then.

And then one day, you were sweeping the kitchen, your hair tied back in a messy bun, your glasses sliding down your nose as you inspected every inch of the floor for dust, and he’d become overwhelmed with love for you. He swept you off your feet and gave you the most mind blowing first kiss you could’ve ever hoped for. When you asked why he had kissed you at such a random, uneventful time, he said he didn’t need a fancy occasion to love on his girlfriend. You ended up dropping the broom because once he had gotten a taste of you, he couldn’t stop.

And he had this obsession that he needed to make a memory with you in every corner of this city, so he frequently took you out on dates, every place more new and exciting than the last. He hadn’t thought at the time that all he’d be doing would be mapping out the remains of a once-great-love, this city one big reminder of his tremendous loss, as he imagined your ghost skipping down the sidewalk, dancing around a lamppost in the rain, pointing out the sights, smiling like the moment would last forever. 

He wished he’d snapped a photo right then and there. He wished he’d taken more photos of you in general. He would’ve used them as fuel for his fiction, used them to imagine you were still his. He wished he’d done a lot of things when he was with you. Loved you louder. Loved you better. Loved you more. He couldn’t stand the thought that the only pieces of you he’d ever have were in the past. 

He had intended to be your first and your last. He had intended lots of things. He wasn’t sure where everything went so wrong. 

Maybe it was the gradual distance between you two, the early hours and long nights at work taking their toll. Maybe it was his insecurities seeping in after every surprise visit from his brother ended the same every time, with Soichiro being a little too close to you, his fondness a little too obvious, a little too many times. Maybe it was the fear that you had planned your whole life around him, marriage, babies, house with a white picket fence, the whole deal, and he wasn’t sure that he could give it to you, he wasn’t ever sure he’d make it to the next sunrise. Maybe it was all these maybes that amounted to one certainty- that he wasn’t enough for you. And so he made the worst decision of his entire life: he left.

He had wanted you to move on, he had wanted you to be happy. But he was shocked at just how bitter he was to find that happiness came at the hands of Gen Narumi. He hadn’t expected you to wait for him, but now he found himself wishing you had. Maybe some part of him always thought you’d be his. He was always yours. 

He wondered if he misunderstood the depths of your feelings for him. If when you laced your fingers with him late at night, as you snuggled against his bare chest, whispering you loved him, if you hadn’t meant more than anything. If when you cleaned and dressed every wound he sustained, kissing the bandages softly so as to not hurt him, then murmured that you’d stay by his side and watch over him, if you hadn’t meant forever. 

You hadn’t been his first girlfriend, but you had been his first heartbreak. 

And he felt the sting of that everyday, even more so now that he knew you were engaged. But he had been almost engaged and he’d changed his mind for you. He wondered if you’d do the same for him. He didn’t want to wonder. He didn’t want to dream. 

But still, he pictured stealing you at the altar anyway. He pictured riding off with you into the sunset. Pictured kissing away all your doubts and despairs. Being heartbroken made him depressingly romantic. He wasn’t sure who he was supposed to be romantic for now that it wasn’t for you. 

He wondered if Narumi was a romantic. He wondered if Narumi even knew how to treat a woman, let alone how to treat you. Did he know that you were deathly allergic to lavender? Did he know that you’d order your coffee black but add cream when no one was looking? Did he know that you had a sensitive spot on your hip and a single stroke would get you going? Soshiro was sure Narumi would never know you as well as he did. 

It was these musings that finally brought him to his feet, brought him to your door. 

If you were surprised, you didn’t show it. You almost looked like you’d been waiting for him to show up at your door every day since he’d left. It gave him hope. 

“H-hi.” He stuttered, soaking in the sight of you. He always loved when you wore your bun messy like that. 

You laughed. “It’s been how many years, Soshiro? And now, you show up out of the blue, and that’s all you have to say to me? I thought I remembered the Vice Captain of the Third Division was a big talker, now he’s rendered speechless?”

“O-only when I’m around you.”

You searched his eyes, trying to find some hidden meaning, some purpose behind his visit. “Why are you here Soshiro?”

He winced at your words. You were getting straight to the point and he suddenly found himself terrified. Even for just a single moment, he hoped he could simply be a man standing on a pretty woman’s doorstep, enjoying her company, enjoying her laugh, like two strangers finding common ground, instead of the strangers that you actually were, lost to each other, star-crossed, once each other’s worlds, now existing in separate planes.  

Finally, after steadying his breathing, after begging his heart to calm, he spoke. “You know why I’m here.”

“Soshiro,” You warned.

He found his words came easier to him now, like they’d always been there, like they’d been waiting for him to steel his nerve. “Please, I need you to hear me out. I have regretted leaving you every day of my life, but it wouldn’t be nearly as much as I would regret not fighting for you right now, so I need you to hear me. I know you’re engaged, I know you’re done with me, I know we’re through, but I have to beg you to come back to me, to come home to me. I have to, because I don’t know how to do anything else but beg, but be yours. I’m yours. I always have been. And maybe some part of you is mine too. And I’m asking that part of you to please give me a chance. Let me make it up to you. Let me love you.”

You sigh and it breaks his fucking heart. He knows that sigh. 

“Soshiro, I’ll always love you. You’re right. There is a part of me that’s always been yours and always will be yours. But that part of me watched you walk away, that part of me watched you love another person. That part of me has been buried for so long, has been bruised and battered for so long. Gen picked me back up again. He made me remember how to love and be loved. I can’t just abandon him. Not when he saved me when you couldn’t. So, yes. I’ll always love you. But I choose to love him more.” Some part of Soshiro knew it would end this way. He knew on the arduous trek over here, when he walked so far, for so long, when his feet bled for you, just to get to your doorstep, he knew that it would only end in more pain. He knew he’d given you up and therefore given up all right to have you, given up all right to your future. But still, he had to try. He always had to try. He owed his love that much. 

And even if it was his turn to watch you love another, even if his heart ached so bad he wanted to claw it out, even if his tears burned so bad he thought he’d go blind, it was only his punishment that had long been overdue.

He’d live the rest of his life alone, clinging to the small part of you that would always be his. It would never be enough for him, but it would keep him company when the nights were cold and long, when the bed was vastly empty, when he got drunk on the memory of your voice and the random liquor in his cabinet, when he missed you the most.  

So even though he was hurting, he was isolated, he was devastated, he was still yours, body and soul. Though his destiny was doomed, it was a path that he chose. He chose the pain. He chose the lonely. He chose the wreckage. He’d never have your heart again, but he’d never lie to his heart again. 

Because he chose you.

Always you.

[bbagelbitch]

Assorted Nekoma headcanons: (just for funzies)

(they've been sitting in my archives for YEARS)

First years:

Lev actually managed to get a girlfriend at one point about halfway through first year, she asked him out because she thought he was cute, broke up with him a week and a half later after realizing he’s a dumbass and a bit of a weirdo

Shibuyama is one of those people who you’d think he’s just listening to Taylor swift or something but he unplugs his earbuds and its like- little darkie or some screamo heavy metal LMAO

Shibuyama has a helicopter mom which feeds his anxiety to the point that he carries pepper spray with him sometimes

Tamahiko has a pet tarantula

Inuoka is the kind of person who’d wear shorts when its snowing out

Inuoka and lev will both unironically do Fortnite dances during practice

Shibayama totally has a bunch of allergies and is a picky eater

Inuoka and lev are basically just human garbage disposals (will eat ANYTHING)

Lev can’t swim

Biblically accurate lev Haiba (gets the worlds WORST sunburns every time he goes outside)

Lev has low blood pressure and will randomly faint when standing up too fast (Kenma has the same problem but refuses to admit it)

Inuoka is one of those people who types in all caps the majority of the time. Every literature and language teacher he’s ever had has told him off for using way too many exclamation points. (He can’t help it he’s just a happy little dude)

Lev texts constant updates about what he’s doing t the team group chat to the point where he’s been kicked off of it more times than he can count. (Usually for talking about taking a shit) (see Charles Boyle from B-99 for reference)

Second years:

Fukunaga and Kenma rarely have actual text conversations but they’re constantly sending memes back and forth to each other

Tora actually has fairly curly hair and it was a borderline afro when he was in elementary school (he’s part latino in my mind argue with the wall)

Kenma listens to almost exclusively video game soundtracks (skyward sword is his favourite)

Tora totally listens to girypop rap (he is 100% a Flo milli Stan sorry)

Tora has asked kai for advice on how to talk to girls SEVERAL times and the information that you should just talk to them like they’re normal people blows his mind every time (how does kai do it? Is he a witch? A demon?

Fukunaga owns at least 3 cats and they all have weird names (inspired by my friend who’s cat’s name is Fax Machine)

Kenma is the world’s driest texter (canon actually)

Also fukunaga uses :3 constantly

Fukunaga and kenma constantly bully Tora about his obsession with looksmaxing and say shit like “he can’t talk he’s too busy mewing” LMFAO (you either drip or you drown taketora)

Tora knows how to braid hair cause he’d help akane with her hair when they were younger

All of the second years used to bite people when they were kids

Third years:

The third years have done group costumes for halloween since their first year

Kai is basically the team’s dedicated tutor (Kuroo is too snarky and yaku is too impatient)

Kuroo listens to western (English) music cause he thinks it makes him seem cool and he developed a superiority complex about it. “Oh you haven’t heard of Radiohead?”

Also kuroo and yaks have pretty similar music taste (a lot of modern rock) but the key difference is Kuroo likes arctic monkeys and yaku likes the strokes (they argue about which band is better constantly (yaku is right, its the strokes))(cause they always have to be arguing about something smh)

Kai also totally has a longtime girlfriend in high school bro is possibly the only person on the team who’s done ANYTHING with a girl (probably one of the only people on the whole damn SHOW)

Kai defo knows martial arts I would not want to face him in a fight

Kuroo still uses emoticons instead of emojis :3 ;D and whenever he does, yaku makes fun of him and tells him to “get with the times”

Yaku 100% repeats what Kuroo says in a mocking tone whenever the opportunity arises

Kai is the type of person to say “personality” when asked if he prefers tits or ass

Miscellaneous:

Nekoma is the most neurodivergent team in the whole show bruh like come on 

(autistic: Lev, Kenma, fukunaga.)(kenma totally also has ARFID)

(ADHD: Inuoka, Yamamoto, (both textbook cases of ADHD in guys) Kuroo, fukunaga) (Fukunaga my AuDHD king)

(OCD: Tamahiko, shibuyama (I just get vibes ok leave me alone) 

(Yaku isn’t neurodivergent he just has anger issues lmao) 

Kai is the only sane one on the entire team

Kuroo is also 100% one of those kids who got diagnosed with adhd really young so he appears mostly normal thanks to being medicated from the age of like- 6

Every single person on the team is oblivious as to when someone is flirting with them (kai is the exception)(girls pull out the wow your hands are so big and you’re so tall all the time and NOBODY reads into it)

Kai exclusively smells like a mix of vanilla and sandalwood and on the other side of that spectrum, Yamamoto reeks of axe body spray and b.o. No matter how many times Kenma tells him that axe actually drives girls away, Tora never listens.

Akane becomes manager of the boys volleyball team once she reaches high school (the first years will be third years by then)

The team all protective as HELL over akane (canon tbh)

[nymphie66]

"God Bless America"

Part Two

Part Three

Author's notes: This is my first fic on this blog, so wish me luck.

Soldier boy x f!reader; Warnings: Dark fic, we're ignoring the roe v wade turnover, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating.

Description: You fall pregnant with your team member (boyfriend) Soldier Boy's baby. He's obsessed with you and would love nothing more than to lock you down in a suburban home. Unfortunately, you're a modern woman and fed up of his whoring ways - and a supe at that. So instead of panicking when that test comes back positive you decide to remind Ben of what freedom America has granted you

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Five times he had called you, and five times you had hung up on him. The wind was blowing in your hair as you drove down the highway, pop tunes blasting as you sang your wretched little heart out to them. You drove a classic open-top chevy, something that only Vought money could buy, the only upside to them exploiting your powers. The positive pregnancy test was stuffed in your bag, and you smiled as you remembered taking a picture of it and sending it off. It had been 36 hours since you went MIA, though Vought didn't really care, they knew a certain someone would sort you out.

That certain someone was desperately trying to get ahold of you, after receiving the picture of your positive pregnancy test and the words "guess you'll have to break it to your whores that you are more fertile than you think"

The other women meant nothing, Ben had assured you, simple blips in his dedication to you. You understood, to begin with, that he was a man with a large appetite, and you didn't mind. Your relationship had blossomed on this mutual understanding, that each had insatiable desires that sometimes required external satisfiers. That was until a few months in when Ben had restricted that understanding. Asked you to be his and only his. Which you complied with, as long as he did the same. And he did- or at least he swore he did. And you believed him, because who wouldn't believe America's golden boy?

You were happy, genuinely happy. Lost in the belief of love and adoration until you called Ben's hotel room and another woman picked up. Though after her voice all you could hear was your beloved's harsh scolding of her for picking up and the sound of a body flying across the room. That's when you knew, when the belief broke, and to think you had the test right there in your hands, that you were daresay excited over your next chapter with him.

He had always told you, how good you would look with his baby, how nobody else was worthy of carrying his child. You used protection, even if he didn't and were never worried that his lustful promises would come true. But then they did, nothing is perfect after all.

You threw the phone across the room, your abilities causing it to smash through the bedroom wall and then the next one. A heart once filled with joy and love suddenly soured into hate and revenge.

That's when you sent the picture and the message, and quickly hopped into your car, speeding down the highway, screaming to whatever heartbreak anthem was playing, your phone incessantly ringing.

Eventually, after perhaps the tenth ring, you decided to pick up, and in a sickly sweet - yet slightly psychotic, voice you answered him.

"Hello, Ben, Honey, whatever is the matter?'

"Are you fucking out of your mind woman!? Why the hell weren't you picking up!?" He was pissed off and that only widened your smile.

"So sorry honey, I was just preoccupied, you know its not safe to use a phone whilst driving."

"Well you better be driving your ass over here, we have much to fucking talk about."

"I would hate to third wheel though, I mean it wouldn't be fair to- ha! do you even know her name?" There was a silence which confirmed your suspicions, at least he had maintained that they meant nothing to him. "Anyway, I have to go I'm almost at the clinic."

"Clinic? You're going to get a scan? I want to be there I want to-"

"A scan?" You laughed cruelly, eyes on the road as you overtook various civilians. "No, no Ben, I'm getting an abortion, honey."

"The fuck you are that is my child-"

"And my body! Isn't it amazing what women can do in the modern age? As much as you can whore out your body to any woman with a pulse, I can get mine sorted out by a lovely doctor with a warm smile." You wish you could be there to see his face, as his world crashed down around him just as yours had moments ago. You knew how badly he wanted a child, how badly he wanted a child with you, and you could take that all away from him. "Just a simple procedure and our chemical mishap can be erased. God bless America."

"If you even fucking step foot in that goddamn clinic I will make you regret the moment you ever even fucking spoke those fucking words to me." Ben threatened down the phone and you felt a chill go down your spine, he was more serious than you were. But the enjoyment you got from tormenting him, from hurting him like he had hurt you outweighed any form of sense and you decided to take it a step further.

"Ben you're so right. I won't step foot into a clinic I swear." You put an extra essence of dumb innocence into your words that continued into your next sentence, ignorant of Ben's sigh of relief over the phone. "I'll just go to another man's bed - a real man's, and have him fuck that baby out of me.``

You heard a crushing noise before the line went dead, and you laughed happily. In reality, you had no idea what you were going to do with the foetus, but you knew that first, you had to get a check on your health. Who knew what you and Ben had created, hopefully, nothing like homelander but you wanted to check. Which was what brought you to a nondescript hospital, in an average town, and checked in under the boring cover name Vought had given you for such a scenario - that of needing medical attention whilst laying low.

The lovely doctor with the predicted warm smile told you everything was fine and that you were 12 weeks along, close out of the danger zone but not too far gone that certain options were ruled out. You could do whatever you wanted.

You thanked her and as you gathered your belongings, you couldn't help but put a hand to your abdomen. The thought of life inside you wasn't as repulsive as previously thought, in fact, the more you thought about it the more you assured yourself that you could handle a baby, Ben's involvement or not. You were going to keep the child - but he didn't know that.

Which is why when you left the hospital, you felt a sudden arm around your waist and cuffs placed on your wrists - power subduing ones, and you were quickly shoved into the back of the van. The encounter lasting no more than 20 seconds.

When you managed to look up at your assailant you weren't surprised to see him, Ben. His hair was ragged, his suit had evidently been hastily put on and his eyes were wild. It was one of the few times you actually found yourself scared of him.

You scampered to the back of the van, until your back hit its cool metal walls and there was nowhere else to go. Ben chuckled, darkly as he approached you, a lopsided grin on his face.

"I knew you wouldn't baby, I knew it." He said though it was more reassurance to himself than anything. You looked up at him with a fury, unwilling to submit to his arrogance.

"I still can Ben-" Your words were quickly cut off by his gloved grip around your neck as he hoisted you upwards towards him. You choked and pried at his hand, but it was no use. He was much, much stronger than you.

"It's cute that you think you have the privilege of free will in this situation." He laughed and he relaxed his grip on your neck, not enough for you to be comfortable but enough that his grip would still leave a mark. He jerked you closer towards him, your foreheads resting against each other. "I know I've been bad, baby, I do. And I'm sorry - you hear that? I'm fucking sorry. But I'm here now. Here for you, and for them."

With that, he placed his free hand on your stomach and looked down as he did it. A genuine smile on his face. You continued to struggle but you really were no match for him, not when you were like this. He looked at you and you tried not to recoil at his evident pride and satisfaction that he had you, right where he wanted you.

"We're going to have a happy family, baby. Just you wait."

[heartmix]

Act Your Age - Frederik Andersen

Pairing: TML!Frederik Andersen x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warning: use of y/n, swearing, age gap (21+ reader), small angst but fluffy, old man mentality freddie

A/N: so old i wrote this when he was still with the leafs

Masterlist / Hockey Masterlist

When you first met Freddie you thought he was the same age as you, look at his face. He looked really young for his age. Everyone else thought he looked young also so it wasn't just you. The age difference wasn't too bad, just 8 years, respectfully.

You met when you took a job offer in Toronto, which was the craziest idea you ever had since you were born and raised on the west coast in the states. It turned out to be the best decision you ever made for the fact that you met one person, Toronto Maple Leafs Goaltender Frederik Andersen. You met through John and Aryne Tavares, being her Co-worker. Since finding out you were a bit of a hockey fan, but not liking the leafs John did all he could to get you to like them. Getting you to sit with family at games, buying you merch (which was never worn in public, only to games per his rules), and still, you thought they were okay. His last resort was to get you to meet everyone's favorite person on the team. Freddie Andersen. Well, that worked and two years later you were dating that said person.

In that time span, you've moved in with the redhead, which he insisted after your lease was coming up. He argued it was the best way to see if your relationship would work, and he is hardly wrong being as wise as he is. It was odd for you at the beginning. Freddie really acted his age, sometimes older. Going to bed at a reasonable time while having his night tea before that, had a day dedicated to cleaning, didn't really want to hear gossip, for sure didn't like reality tv. He was completely different from you which is maybe why you were attracted to him in the first place. Always thinking of yourself as "immature" you liked the change, which is why you moved to another country in the first place.

Sometimes you couldn't help but feel like a poser. You held nothing against the goalie for wanting to be in a mature relationship, you loved that he wanted to take it seriously. It was like you were two different people. One of them was only present around Freddie and friends his age, a mature woman who felt like they were in their thirties already. The other was someone who was still a kid at heart, who loved to play around with your boyfriend's teammates like Mitch and Will not caring about any responsibilities.

John and Aryne were having a small get-together at their house and you were looking forward to it, you always did. The group chat was blowing up all day, with people deciding what to bring and if they wanted to carpool in case someone had one too many drinks. You of course answered for both you and Freddie, which you always did. 

As both of you entered the house it seemed to be lively already with music blasting from the backyard and people mingling every corner you turned. For about an hour you stayed by Freddie's side as he was talking to some teammates in the back yard. After losing interest in the conversation you venture into the house and found a couple of the younger players in the common room having what looked like a heated debate.

"No, you're just saying that because it was the first one to come out!"

"It's a classic!"

"Y/n, we need your opinion. Best Power Rangers show." Mitch said pulling you onto the sofa next to him to join the debate.

"No debate, Mighty Morphin." You said which earned a few gasp, but met with a lot of cheers.

"Oh come on y/n." Mitch groaned while playfully shoving you.

"Everyone knows it's the best. Why what did you pick? Turbo." You joked laughing but immediately saw you were correct.

"No way, who in their right mind picks turbo." You busted out laughing.

"Exactly!" Will added.

"It produced the best power movie to date!" Mitch was quick to defend his decision. 

"No, it fucking wasn't. Turbo: a power rangers movie is the best? You're a comedian. Mighty Morphin gave them the great power. Don't you dare tell me that scene wasn't iconic? AND to top it off everyone remembers our villain, Ivan fucking Ooze. Beat that Marner." You challenged with a smirk waiting for his lackluster comeback.

"No one evens wanted you in here." He grumbled playfully making everyone laugh.

"Okay but who is the coolest ranger." Mitch prompted again.

"Red ranger for sure." Auston piped in.

"Wrong, Green/White ranger." You said making Mitch bounce in his seat.

"There we go, best friend is back." He said wrapping an arm around you making you laugh.

"You guys just had a crush on Tommy!" Auston fired back.

"And what about it!"

"Yeah, have you seen his hair dude, you wish yours was that silky." Mitch teased back.

"Okay, but black and blue were solid dudes." Will added.

"They don't get enough love." You agreed.

"Yellow and pink tho." Auston said making all of them make of noise of agreement.

"You only liked them because they were hot!" You teased back making him smirk.

"It's the same with Tommy!"

That went on for a good half an hour before everyone was called for dinner outside. It was probably for the best before they moved on to Star Wars or something more controversial. Now that was bound to be a heated debate. You quickly found Freddie already sitting and looking at his phone. He looked off for a second, but once he saw you it went away and he placed a kiss on your cheek as you sat down. You were for sure going to ask him about it later. Right now all you wanted to do was eat after all that debating.

"You good my love." You whispered into his ear which he just shook his head.

"Yeah just hungry, we didn't eat since breakfast." He said which you nodded at before diving into eat.

The rest of the night it felt off, something was definitely bothering him. You didn't leave his side the whole night thinking it would give you a clue as to what was wrong but it didn't. Deciding to leave early, both of you quickly said bye before heading out. Getting home in no time felt like a relief, the car ride was silent with just the music playing. There will usual be some type of conversation about the night, but nothing was said. You couldn't stand it, you were going to get to the bottom of it before he went to sleep tonight.

"Want me to start your tea while you rinse off?" You asked already making your way into the kitchen.

"No it's fine, you can go before me."

"Baby you sleep earlier than me, you go first. I don't want to shower right away yet." You said hearing a grumble from him before he made his way to the bedroom.

Contemplating if you should wait for him to finish or not your question was answered for you once you heard the water running. The tea was finished in no time and Freddie was still in the shower so you decided to leave it on his bedside so he wouldn't need to leave the room and can just go to bed right away, well not before having that talk.

"Can we talk?" You asked seeing him come out of the closet fully dressed and ready for bed.

"About what?" He asked taking a sip out of his tea and humming at the temperature before placing it down giving you his full attention.

"What to tell me what has gotten you so bothered tonight?"

"What are you talking about?" He asked acting clueless as to what you were referring to making you groan.

"Are we going to play that or are you just going to tell me straight up? I can give you a list of reasons if you want to play like that." You crossed your arms with a raised eyebrow. He never was one to beat around the bush.

"I'm sorry." He sighed and you caught on that he wasn't apologizing for messing with you.

"What did you do?" You question a bit scared of what was going to come out of his mouth.

"Make you become someone you're not."

"What are you even talking about? As far as I know, I'm me." you said making him scoff.

"Oh come on. You are such a different person around me and people your age. It's like you're acting like someone you're not when you're around me. You act like a grown woman who has no fun when you're around me." He said now making you scoff.

"Are you kidding me? I love being around you, I enjoy it and I have fun, we have fun. The reason I act differently is because I know my audience. I know what some people enjoy and what others don't. So yeah I do act differently around other people but I'm still me." The argument was confusing, sure you know you were acting different but everyone does that.

"Why don't I see the other side of you then?"

"What other side are you even talking about, pretty sure you've seen all of me and more. Where did this even come from?"

"When you were with the younger guys. You looked like you were having the time of your life, probably the most I've seen you smile straight in a long time. You were acting your age, something you don't do around me." His head hung low not wanting to meet your eyes. Guilt was overtaking him.

"Is that what you're upset about? Yes, I was having fun with the guys, it felt amazing to bring up childhood memories and play around with them, but I do have the time of my life with you. The only reason I don't 'act my age' around you is because you want a serious relationship, obviously, I'm not that serious when I act my age."

"See that's what I'm talking about, I'm changing you. I'm holding you back, You're young and should be having fun. When was the last time you went to a club just for the hell of it? Or had a girl's night? When was the last time you stayed up all night with someone doing random shit till 3 in the morning? I remember doing all of those when I was your age. All you do is act like me, a 30-something-year-old who lives like an old man." He stressed getting somehow madder and sadder at the same time.

"First of all, I came to another country to prove to myself and everyone that I can live on my own and be mature. So yes I did change but that's because I wanted to. Did you help me become more mature? Yes, but I don't mind. I should be thanking you actually. Do I miss acting my 'acting my age' not I don't because I still act my age. I went to the club last week when you were in North Carolina. I had a girl's night that same night, had a terrible hangover, and probably took too many shots of tequila. And we did stay up till three in the morning that whole weekend."

"Don't you think being with someone your age would be better?" He asked in a slightly softer voice.

"I don't want someone my age, I want you and only you. I love you and I don't care if I act like you, a 30-year-old man." You tried to lighten it but his face didn't change you don't know if it was going to, so maybe talking about it tomorrow would be best.

"Let's just continue this tomorrow. I'm going to go shower now." You said leaning up kissing his cheek for reassurance before making your way into the bathroom.

The shower did not calm you down and did not make you feel more tired like you wanted it to. Spending a little too much time in there you knew that Freddie was already asleep, you could see that his bedside lamp was off through the door cracks. Trying to not make any noise, you turned off your lamp, grabbed his empty mug, and made your way to the living room.

After putting his mug in the sink you decided to watch some tv to hopefully pass the time and make you go to sleep. Scrolling through Netflix you land on a certain show with different colored rangers fighting to save the world. Chuckling you pressed it and prepared yourself to watch it all night.

Well into the second episode, your eyes were getting heavy which was expected, but you didn't want to sleep yet. Hearing the door of the bedroom creak open it got you confused because Freddie should be sleeping. You didn't have the energy to question it when you saw him come to the couch and remove the backing before hopping over and laying behind you, wrapping his arms around you and snuggling into you. Your eyes never left the screen as a terrible fight sequenced showed.

"Mighty Morphin is the best show." He mumbled into your neck as he watched along with you.

"I think Mitch was trippin' when he said turbo was the best." You agreed, placing your arm on top of his and bringing him closer around you.

"Let's stay up all night, I forgot how fun that is." He said making you smile a bit. He was out of his funk.

"Both of our backs are going to hurt if we fall asleep on this couch." you pointed out.

"Fine, we can do one more episode and watch the rest tomorrow."

"Really, you want to?" you asked with a small smile turning a bit to look at him.

"I grew up in the 90's also, this was my favorite so why not." He shrugged winking at you making you smile wider.

"I'm holding that to you Andersen."

With a quick hmmh he agreed while you both looked back at the tv to see a new episode starting. You've never been this happy at night in his arms. It was refreshing and maybe the argument was needed, Both of you needed a little bit of each other in them.

"So tommy huh." He teased seeing tommy come on screen.

"I can't stand you," You grumbled which only cause him to laugh.

[kingshovelbug]

im sorry but i need to geek out somewhere and screaming into the void on tumblr is less likely to get me flayed than on twitter, especially if i get terms wrong. plus i can do a read more and yall can click into the tech talk if you want to verse it bombarding your twitter timelines

so idk if i only liked it or if i actually put it in my queue but i saw a post that talked about a few pieces of tech that focus on user repairs and being sustainable (fairphone and frameworks laptop) and after doing some more research into what they have to offer i actually really excited that these products are finely hitting the us market and that people are moving away from the belief that super smooth streamlined glassy = the future. being able to reliably repair and keep what you have alive verse throwing the whole thing away when maybe all you needed to do is add more ram to your current laptop (something that i would do with my laptop to keep using it for a few more years if it wasnt glued shut and i was at risk of cracking the screen) or swap out a fuse.

i know big corporations dont like it but i truly do believe with how much tech we use on a daily basis that the way that we are going to be more environmentally friendly is to move back to tech that we can hang onto for as long as we can and to recycle and then reuse what we cant. like with the frameworks laptop. i saw that they just partnered with coolermaster to create a case specifically so that you can reuse you motherboard, cpu, etc and make a portable workstation. you could dual wield with the laptop you just upgraded if you want to dedicate specific tasks to one or the other. they also specifically mentioned that you could screw it into the back of a monitor and create your own all in one. guys thats cool as shit??? if you had a 3d printer and some time you could even create that yourself

on top of the actual hardware part moving to open source programs when your able. when i update my desktop i plan on running linux. it might have a learning curve compared to windows but in terms of performance??? ive heard that it runs smoother even on older machines, that its more efficient because isnt running stuff in the background that tracks your data and shit. now i understand that not everyone can do that because there are some programs that dont play nice with linux but for my needs at least it does everything i would need it to. and maybe a couple years down the road we do figure out how to run these programs on certain flavors of linux since its open source and people fiddle with it so much. (still looking for alternatives to like word and excel though, i use google docs since its free but i want to move away from them as much as i can too since they laid of their youtube music team (i believe?? it might of been a different branch) for trying to unionize)

if anyone knows of any other smaller companies that actually focus on sustainability and user repairability please let me know. theres certain pieces of tech that i think are now unfortunately behind a software repair paywall, things that used to be just machines and are gaining more bells and whistles like cars and refrigerators if that makes sense. but the more we push for these things to be repairable by us the consumers id hope that would change, or there would at least be options that dont need specific companies to repair them or else they blow up

[dreamsofminnie]

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎-♡o✿ฺ

Isagi Yoichi x Gn!reader

—soft fluff. A few suggestive themes. No implied gendered reader.

Word count: 1,240 ✧

Where Yoichi gets lost in his mind trying to improve from watching match replays and you get his body functioning at the same time. Slip some puzzle pieces between his fingers and watch him suceed like always. ✧

Isagi Yoichi displayed copious amounts of loyalty and dedication when it’s to his directed attention. His center focus of attention couldn't be snapped so flimsily at any time at all.

The focus and his thoughts were his largest asset and biggest strength to his person. And he always ran circles in his mind as he would move around speedily. If not playing soccer, and only processing it, he would bounce his leg or wring his hands.

So that is how you’d sneak puzzle pieces into his fidgeting hands when he would glare obsessive daggers at the replay of his matches.

The first time you did that, he didn't notice it at all. Only when he finished and turned to you for cuddles as an apology for leaving you alone to study, he saw it. You had held up the finished puzzle up by the corners to gape at the durability of how well it was built and stuck together.

This time you brought over a larger puzzle of 1,000+ pieces. You knew my boyfriend well. His last match stumped him in a close loss, his team won but Isagi wanted a clearer win. So this replay study would take much longer than 2 hours.

You slipped into his lap as he sat on the floor with his back to the couch, eyes glued to the TV with a hazy look. His leg stopped bouncing as you perched on him, moving the puzzle closer to us on the coffee table. You pulled Yoichi’s body flush on my back as you took his hand in yours.

Grinning, you see the twitches in Isagi’s fingers as you smooth out his hand and then start the puzzle-solving. You had a feeling these exercises help with his overly-used multitasking mind, and it does. Maybe you should try giving him a Rubix cube next.

Of course, you showed Isagi the puzzle picture before you attempted to make him solve it. Most of his solving is memorization of the picture that you give to him either weeks or days ahead. Only once. And oh boy does he really have a big beautiful brain enough to carry him.

Isagi murmurs something seriously as the blaring from the match whistle blows from the screen. His hand only shoots out to replay and backtrack the match. Obviously knowing that you’ve slipped into his embrace, he leans a bit more into your back, his non-puzzle-solving hand holding the remote but aching to hold me.

You hum with a smile as you slip the remote out of his hand when you see that he’s done with reversing the timestamp. You place it in between your legs as your fingers cling to his free hand, you bring them to your lips to kiss before setting his digits in the plush of your inner thighs.

You watch his hand mindlessly piece the puzzle in the same awe you’ve felt the first time. “My boyfriend never fails to amaze me.” You hum and reward him with an orange slice you've peeled for him.

Majority of the time you set the borders of the puzzle piece first before just letting his hand solve the inside of the puzzle. This time you’re having him finish the entire thing by himself, or actually, by his subconscious.

You assisted in small tasks that he had no attention span to do, like helping him flip over the piece if it was the wrong way, or guiding him a bit if he was completely off the mark. Isagi would shiver at these small acts of help, to him it felt like you led him when he was in real matches and piecing ideas together. That’s how he loves you. You are his light and guide.

You shuffle down his lap just to lower your head so he could perch his chin atop if he wanted to, which you urged. He instead huffed and gripped your thigh securely and tighter, he used them to haul your body back up his lap to sit close with no space at all between us. You couldn't lie, it made your insides twist when he handled you with one hand and practically dragged you close in his lap by your thighs. This (thigh-perv) guy…

Isagi pulled you up in order to rest his head onto your shoulder, he wanted to feel you close, smell you close, and… Place a soft kiss onto your neck.

You knew better than to disturb him while he studied matches. But he was disturbing YOU. You squirmed in your seat as you peered at his blue eyes right by your shoulder.

“Isagi Yoichi, you better finish this 1,000+ puzzle.” You scoured your sight over how much he’d completed, only a bit more than a quarter of it was done in just an hour.

As expected your words pass over his head but as he squints his eyes at the screen, his hand on your thigh molding your skin, his handiwork on the puzzle increases in speed. Showing off how hard his brain was working now that he’d connected stuff in his brain.

You finished off the orange in turn to feed him and yourself. It has been nearly 2 hours now, more than half the puzzle finished, and my patience was wearing thin. And so was his thumb to my lower torso.

Frowning, you nab his hand and bring it to your mouth and chew on his thumb.

This snapped him out of his two hour trance.

“Owww!! Y/n?! What the heck??!” Startled, Yoichi tries to shake his hand out of your sharp teeth. You give him a good sharp nibble before dropping his thumb.

“Ichi, your whole hand, and thumb, was dangeroussllyy close, buddy. Keep your focus in check.” You turn your head to him and glower.

Eyes wide in guilt and care, he stumbles over his words. “A-ah! I didn’t know…I- Sorry! I was focused….getting prideful.”

“Didja mean excited? When your ego grows bigger cause you found solutions.” You jab his chest lightly a few times with an eyebrow arched, you knew you ware correct. He knows you’re always correct.

“Should’ve told me if you’re getting excited. That’s for the bed to fix.” Isagi slumps his head and nods gravely but freezes and blushes bright red when he jolts his head back up.

“W-w-what?!?” Blinking, you drop my pout and grin widely at him. What’s a moment with my boyfriend, on-field bad mouth egoist Isagi Yoichi, without teasing the heck out of him.

“Yeah sure, breaktime. Onnllyyyy, if ya finish the puzzle. No consent otherwise, mister egoist~” You snicker as you knew he would take another hour or more to finish. Utter torture for his growing heat at the tease.

Isagi’s eyes flicker to the puzzle still with an hour's worth of solving, and to your figure which was alluring to him.

Then he frowns and narrows his eyes, that usual haze stirring up. “Who needs that. You’re only mine. Mine to devour.” His eyes shone a dark blue as he grabbed and manhandled me as you yelp. “Forget the puzzle. I need to solve you.” He marches us into the bedroom and you swear he’s never hotter than when he’s dominant like this.

“Ahahahaa….a.. you win?”

“I thought so, y/n.”

A/n: I debated if i was gonna write w his given name or family name…changed it to fam name. NEWAYS Isagi def has the biggest thigh fetish please. Please i love him. Take my thighs isagi. I canon that Yoichi would love for his partner to call him “Ichi” bc japanese it means number 1, so it both, boosts his ego (it rlly cant get any bigger) and it’s intimate for him.

[sachirobabe]

Chapter 6

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

Wc: 4119

Summary: You, a dedicated member of the girls' volleyball team, find an unexpected connection with Kuroo Tetsurou. Igniting a bond over shared passions and stolen moments, love blossoms on the court; all because you met him at a captains meeting.

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Taglist: @merlucide, @lemurzsquad, @02shuuu, @michakune, @ivy-taylorsversion, @scinclaitnoir, @v-e-r-t21

"Found you." You cross your arms and glare into Himari's eyes.

She had avoided walking with you this morning, claiming she was running late and would have her mom drive her.

You were heading over to Himari's house, but before you left the door, you got a call from her.

"Hey, go ahead and walk without me, I'm running super late." She says.

"It's okay, I can wait with you—"

"My mom said she'd take me, sorry!" The call ended and you frown.

Then she had avoided all eye contact with you throughout class.

You raise an eyebrow as you see Himari in her assigned seat, she had beaten you to class, despite her saying she was running late.

Your mouth was open, but before you could say anything, your teacher had begun class.

And now she tried to sneakily go off to eat lunch somewhere else when she said she'd meet you in Mori's class.

"Y/n!" Kuroo smiled, he began talking about plans for practice today, you drift your attention to Himari.

She makes eye contact with you and quickly gives an excuse of having to use the bathroom. "But I'll meet you in Mori's, 'kay?" She says and leaves.

"You found me." She shrugs, a small smile creeping on her face.

"You've been avoiding me." You sit down next to her on the roof table. "Is this all about yesterday?"

She sets aside her food for a moment, "I was just having a bad day, and I let some things get to me."

"And today too?"

"And today too." She confirms. "I'm sorry, I've never had to go through this before—it's all new to me and I'm scared I won't be by your side for our final year."

"We'll still play together, we're on the same team—just because you might have some competition, doesn't mean you're going to get replaced just like that." You say to comfort her.

"I know, but what if? This sounds so selfish of me, but I want to continue to be the main setter." She frowns.

"Then you're going to have to put the work in." You're honest with her, "Saori is a first-year remember? She makes mistakes that you don't anymore, so get out of your head." You slightly nudge her and she laughs.

"I'll try not to." She smiles, her hair blowing in the wind.

"We're going to nationals again, we need you." You say with confidence and she smirks. She shared her lunch with you and the two of you talked every now and then.

"So what were you and your boyfriend talking about?" Himari smirks, remembering earlier that he had come up to you.

You choke on your strawberry and began coughing, "What?" You croak out.

"The captain." She rolls her eyes.

"He was telling me that we'd probably have to reschedule the practice match because they might play Karasuno today." You take a long sip of water to ease your coughing.

"Karasuno?" She's taken back, "They were really good a few years ago."

"So I've heard. Not their girls' team, though." You say, remembering that you had watched some game film on them.

"Yeah, I'd love to go watch that game." She says.

"You wanna watch your boyfriend play?" You hit her back with the same line.

"Ha ha, very funny." She rolls her eyes. "I just want to...see how they play."

"Yeah okay." You laugh.

The day had finally ended, you were bored during the lessons today, it felt like it'd never end. You planned on watching the Karasuno practice match after your own practice.

"You excited?" You ask Kuroo as you bump into him in the hallway. Himari had gone to talk to her sister before practice.

He nods, "Yeah, it'll be a lot of fun. I'll see you there, right?" He recalls last nights conversation with you.

You hum and nod, "I think Himari will too." You smile.

"She feeling any better?" Kuroo asks curiously.

"A lot better. I talked to her during lunch, she was avoiding me all day." You chuckle, recalling how you had to practically hunt her down.

"That's good to hear, can't have a setter getting in their head, right?" He chuckles and the two of you walk up the stairs to the club rooms, but don't go in yet.

"Oh yeah, that's awful." You recall one practice match where Himari had shut down, "Hasn't happened in a while."

"Same here, only issue is Kenma gets tired quickly." He laughs, "but that's why we make sure our passes are perfect for him."

"That's ideal." You say, "You guys are really annoying to play. You dig up basically everything!"

He laughs loudly and almost doubles over, "You guys are practically the same! And very scrappy."

You laugh along and agree with him, enjoying your conversation. "Yeah, it's worked out for us."

"A little too well," he smirks, "hey-uh after the practice match a few of us wanted to get some food, would you wanna come?"

"Oh totally," You smile, "Thanks for inviting me."

"Yeah no problem, it's a nice day out, too." He smiles widely to himself.

"Hey, Y/n, you changing or what?" Misaki peeps her head out the door, you check your phone and your eyes widen as you see there wasn't much time to get ready.

"Shit. I'll see you later, Kuroo." You quickly wave and walk into the club room, changing quickly. He chuckles to himself and goes into his respected club room as well.

"She was talking to her boyfriend." Himari makes kissy noises and the team laughs and coos.

You feel your face get a little hot, "We're friends!"

"I walked past you and you didn't even notice!" Himari says and the entire room erupts into more laughter.

You feel a little embarrassed at being called out, "Yeah—well I was being polite and engaging in the conversation." You cross your arms.

"Uh huh, sure." Emi joins in.

"You always seem to be really engaged when he's around." Misaki teases.

"I'm being ganged up on!" You huff grabbing your shoes and walking towards the gym. Just your luck, Kuroo was also leaving at the same time as you. He smiles and waits for you to catch up.

"What's all the ruckus in there?" He chuckles.

This was not helping your allegations right now. You just hoped nobody was watching. "They're being idiots, as usual." You joke.

"We could only hear laughter." He says, the sun kissing his skin. You admire him for a little, thinking he looked nice...maybe a little more than nice, but you wouldn't dare to tell anyone that.

You sigh, "I'm sorry if we were loud."

"Oh no, don't worry about it." He smiles, "My team's way worse, trust me."  

You chuckle, 'I'm not so sure about that.' You think to yourself. You both go into your respected gyms. Today was all about attacking, after last night with Keiko and Saori you knew coach Mori would want to work with them more.

"Let's warm up!" You say and do a few laps to get warm and then stretch.

"We're going to be split into groups." Himari takes a place next to you while stretching.

"Really?" You say, "I haven't looked at the practice plan yet."

She hums, "I start off first and then halfway Saori will set. We're working on combos for games."

"That makes sense." You nod. "Gather up!" You say and your team listens and circles around your coach. You drown out her voice, already knowing what she'll say.

The first drill was just regular hitting lines to get everybody warmed up. "Cross-shots only!" Coach Mori yells and stands on the side lines to observe and give pointers.

You jump and hit the ball onto the other side of the court, "Nice set, Himari." You compliment and grab your ball to put it in the cart. After a little your coach instructed to only do line shots now.

"Let's do the spread attack." Your coach says, "Give me 5 more players on the court and make lines behind the hitters and rotate in after you hit."

You frown at the play, it was one of your least favorites defensively if the ball got blocked. You're in the outside position and Rikako passes the ball to Himari. All at once everybody begins their approach and jumps, Himari sent it to Naomi who was in middle back.

She effectively slams the ball onto the other side and cheers, "Nice hit, nice set!" You smile.

Naomi high fives Mei and switched places with her. This went on until everybody got a chance to attack a few times.

"Let's run some gaps, Himari after this you'll switch with Saori." Coach Mori says, she was excited to work with Saori and Keiko.

You hit the ball and smiled at its placement, Himari and you had great chemistry, she was able to adapt to anyone. You high fived your teammates as they hit, the liberos and the ones who wanted to work on digging went on the other side of the net.

Keiko hit well off of Himari, but with Saori and her set yesterday...it was just amazing, and would be deadly against other teams once it was more consistent.

"Setters switch!" Himari high fived Saori and she went on the other side of the court to work on digging up the hits.

Keiko was next in line, "Are we doing the fast one or the regular one?" She asks.

"Do the fast one, right coach?" You suggest and Mori nods.

You watch as the ball was tossed and Keiko immediately leaves, the ones who were passing looked confused. You smirked at their faces, loving the reaction.

Saori sent the ball flying...and it was too high. "Sorry!" She apologized.

"You're okay, now do normal ones for the rest of them." Mori says. You were able to hit off of Saori, and quite well too. She was very skilled, but she did make mistakes.

You got a little bored of hitting so you went to the other side to pass for a little. You were able to work on reading the players and fixing your arms when needed.

But when Keiko got back up, you relaxed a little more. Not thinking they'd be able to get it to work again, they hadn't gotten it once today.

You blinked and the ball had already hit the ground beside you.

"Oh! We did it!" Keiko cheers, you and a few others were amazed he hugs Saori, "Finally!"

"What the fuck was that?" Misaki yells amused, "I wanna pass that."

"We figured out Saori can do super fast quicks—honestly I don't even know what to call it." Himari chuckles.

"It's still in the works." You say, "Damn that was amazing."

Practice was over after that and you and a bunch of other girls wanted to go watch the practice match with the boys.

"Where's everyone going in such a rush?" Coach Mori laughs, amused at how quickly her team was cleaning the gym.

"The boys are having a practice match against Karasuno." Himari explains.

"We might've just missed it, but we've gotta check it out." You say and quickly take your shoes off.

"To go watch your boyfriend?" Mori smiles.

"He's not!" You say and the team bursts into laughter again and explain all the things that happened. You huff and walk to the club room to grab your things and go to the boys gym.

As you enter you see that they're just finishing up their game. You greet the coach and sit down next to him, eyeing Karasuno's players.

You see the orange haired kid run quickly behind his setter and the ball was set impossibly fast with perfect precision, he avoids the block and hits it to the other side.

Yaku was able to get a touch on it, but it goes flying into the net, Kai manages to get under it and pass it out of the net, it was a little sloppy. Just as it was about to touch the floor, Kenma dove and hit it with one hand, sending it over the net.

You watch the ball fly onto Karasuno's side and go deep, their number 10 and libero both run for it, but it lands onto the floor before they could pick it up. You look at the score and see that was the boys' last point.

Nekoma cheers as they win against Karasuno, you smile and clap for them. Waving at Kuroo as he spots you. Taketora slings an arm around Kenma and ruffles his hair, you chuckle at his team.

"One more time!" You hear from the other side and see the ginger kid speak. "Another game..please!" He says.

"Sure! I was planning on it. Wouldn't be a practice game if it wasn't followed by a match or two." Nekomata chuckles next to you.

"You made it." Kuroo smiles and takes a seat beside you, drinking from his water.

"They're interesting." You say, "I only got to watch one play so far, but those two," you point to the setter and the ginger, "they're crazy."

Kuroo laughs next to you, gaining the attention from his own team and the opponents. "Yeah, keep watchin', they get even more interesting."

He stands up and gets ready for another game. You honestly lost count at the amount of games they had played, but each time Nekoma won. It's not that Karasuno was bad—you could just tell that Kuroo's team had been practicing as a team for a while now and Karasuno looks like they're still getting used to each other.

Your own teammates had slowly gone home, needing to do their own things and get ready for school the next day, but you remained.

"They're exhausted." You chuckle as you look at both sides.

"One more match!" The ginger says and his setter glares at him.

"Again?! You haven't stopped moving since you got here! Where'd you get that energy?!" Nekomata says slightly impressed, but mostly baffled.

"Give 'em a rest, ginger!" Karasuno's coach scolded him. You laugh at their antics.

"Not bad." You high five Kuroo and he smiles widely at you.

"Thanks for coming." He says, "Nobunaga, can you mop over there?" He says quickly and earns a 'yes' from his teammate. "Yaku, you mop too." He orders.

"Okay." Yaku reluctantly does what he says.

You watch the ginger and Inuoka talk, they used a bunch of sound effects, you notice a tall blonde near Kuroo.

"Do you...understand that?" He asks Kuroo and gets his attention.

"Nah, they sound like a couple of toddlers." He says, "You know, maybe you should try goofing off every once in a while, instead of acting all stoic." You hear him tell the blonde.

"That's not one of my strong suits." He says and walks away.

"He sounds like an old man." Kuroo chuckles.

You shake your head, "Who is he?"

"He's one of the middle blockers from Karasuno." Kuroo sighs, "He's a tough one." The gym was now clean so you all headed outside to bid Karasuno goodbye and safe travels.

You stood next to Kuroo for most of the time, waiting to get a bite to eat. Kuroo laughs as the captain from Karasuno approaches, he was laughing as well.

They both shake hands, but using both hands, and squeezing each other hard. "You won't win next time." He says.

"Oh really? Cause I think I will." Kuroo irks.

"Cut it out, you're being weird!" A member from Karasuno and Yaku say.

You facepalm at Kuroo, you have heard he was an instigator, but never had seen it. After the two let go of each other, Daichi notices you.

"I don't believe we've met, I'm Daichi." He introduces.

"Y/n." You smile, "You guys played well."

"Ha, thanks." He chuckles and scratches his neck, "We're still in the works of things."

Kuroo frowns at Daichi and how easily he was able to get your attention and pull you into a conversation.

"I've actually—uh the team, we've all seen your team play." Daichi says, "You've got a killer team."

"Oh wow," You say surprised, "Thanks, that means a lot." You politely smile.

"She's great, right?" Kuroo slings an arm around your shoulder, you pay no mind to it, knowing he was doing it to tease. Daichi's eye widen in surprise as he reads Kuroo's face, getting the hint.

"Uh—yeah! I'm sure you'd get along with the Karasuno girls' volleyball." Daichi says.

"That'd be fun." You nod.

Karasuno eventually gets on their bus and leaves, you all wave at them, wishing them safe travels back to their high school.

"Himari went home, so it's just me if you still wanted to get a bite to eat." You say to Kuroo.

"Oh yeah, totally." He smiles, "it'll just be us two, the guys wanna head home and rest." His heart was pounding much quicker now, hoping you wouldn't back out of it was just him.

"You sure you still want to? It's pretty late and you played a lot." You ask.

"I'm starving." He chuckles, "Let's go." He guides you.

"Where's he going, hey kur—" Inuoka began to say but his mouth was covered by Yaku.

"He's getting food with her, don't butt in!" Yaku says.

"I'm hungry, I think I'll ask to join them." Inuoka frowns, watching his captain walk away.

"It took him days to muster up the courage to ask her." Kenma says, "He used the excuse that we'd be going too to make it not obvious, and then said we didn't wanna go anymore."

"Game is game." Yamamoto crossed his arms, proud of Kuroo.

"You should talk coach Nekomata into letting Karasuno join the Tokyo training camp." You get Kuroo's attention, he was looking at his phone for nearby places to eat.

"Yeah, they'd be great practice. I'm sure for them too, since they fell off." Kuroo thinks and types away at his phone.

You hum, enjoying the sunset. You enjoyed being around Kuroo, not like how your teammates or coach Mori think, but you do wish that you had gotten closer to him sooner.

"Does this ramen sound good?" Kuroo asks hopeful.

"Yeah, it sounds great." You smile at him and internally Kuroo thinks he's about to die. His heart should not be going this fast.

He clears his throat, "Great. It's about 5 minutes away." He says, trying to slow his heart down. He also texted Kenma he thought he was going to die and how he was freaking out over what to talk about.

"Have you eaten here before?" You ask as you approach to the restaurant, he beats you to the door and opens it for you, "Thank you." You smile.

He shakes his head, "No, I don't eat ramen often, but I'm really craving it right now." He says.

"I always have to get a take home container. The portions are way too much." You chuckle as you're being seated.

"I think I could finish two bowls. I'm starving." He emphasizes and scans the menu, he quickly was able to make a decision.

You furrow your brows as you try to decide what you wanted. He watches you contemplate your choices, his chin resting in his hand, he thinks you look way too good right now. He practically has heart eyes for you right now.

The people around you look at him in adoration when they see the way he looks at you. The workers have even whispered to each other, making their own stories that they think would fit with just observing you two.

"Okay, I've finally decided. Sorry for making you wait." You raise your head and he quickly looks off to the side, not wanting you to get suspicious.

"Took you long enough, you have the menu memorized yet?" He jokes at how long you stared at the menu for.

"Oh be quiet." You playfully roll your eyes and hand the waiter your menu. "Interhigh is just in a month." You say surprised, your phone lighting up and the date caught your attention.

"Time flies." Kuroo sigh and flicks a crumb off of the table. "You nervous?"

You think for a moment, normally you wouldn't be too nervous, but the thought of it being your last interhigh tournament frightens you a little. "Not much right now...but I know when the day comes I'll be a wreck."

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, "You? Nervous? I can't imagine it."

"I try not to show it, especially around my team." You say obviously, "But it being our last interhigh tournament is getting to me, what if something happens and we choke?"

Kuroo shakes his head, "I know you'll do great. Especially with the way you've been playing against us." He mentions his team and you smile, your nerves being settled for now.

"Still, only two teams are able to represent Tokyo for the summer interhigh tournament." You mirror Kuroo's position, resting your head in your palm.

"Yeah, I get you." He nods, his cheeks feeling hot when he sees you copied him. Your food arrived and you couldn't wait to dig in, you look at Kuroo who's practically drooling over his food.

"Hungry?" You tease and grab your chopsticks.

"You have no idea." His stomach growls loudly and he takes a bite, his eyes shutting softly as he's finally getting something in his stomach.

You ate your food, occasionally talking, but Kuroo was too busy on finishing his food. He quickly ate his first bowl and you were about halfway done, already feeling your stomach get to its limit.

"I don't think I can do it." You laugh and wipe your mouth, placing your chopsticks back down. "You want it?" You ask him.

He's reluctant on accepting it, "It's okay, I can just get another bowl."

"Really, I insist." You say, "I'm done eating."

"You sure?" His question makes you laugh l because he's already pawing at your bowl, ready for you to give him any words of advancement.

"Yes," You laugh, "It's all yours. You deserve it."

"Thank you," He smiles widely and finishes your bowl as well, "I think I'm finished." He says and holds onto his stomach. "I feel pregnant."

You laugh at him again, "Wait before we leave, I need to use the bathroom." You excuse yourself. Kuroo's a little glad you're gone because he didn't want to fight you for the bill, he quickly asks the waiter for it and pays for the two of you.

"Did you pay already?" You ask, seeing him hand off the check and he nods while smiling.

"I invited you out, my treat." He says.

You shake your head, "No way. Let me pay you, please." You reach for your wallet, "You also paid last time, too."

He laughs, grabbing your wrist from searching for your wallet, "Trust me, it's okay."

You look up at him, your faces so close you can properly see both of his eyes in the mess that is his hair, "I'm—"

He shakes his head, "I'll leave you here if you try to pay me back." He threatens.

You frown at him as he begins to walk away, "Fine." You catch up to him, "Thank you. But next time is on me."

"You're welcome." He smiles and shakes his head, holding onto that 'next time', and even then he knows that he won't let you pay, not a single cent while you're out with him. "Tell me about your practice? I'm sorry I didn't ask sooner."

"It's okay," You assure, "Practice was good. We've got Saori and Keiko working more as a pair."

"Really? That's exciting." He can't take his eyes off of you while you're speaking, the way your eyes light up at the mention of volleyball is adorable to him.

You hum and continue, "We mostly just worked on our plays and offense."

"I can't wait to see it in action." He watches you talk animatedly about the sport, your ideas and goals are very admirable to him.

If he were to be asked what his favorite thing was, he doesn't think he'd be able to answer. He'd start listing off everything about you. Some things you didn't even know about yourself, he was very perceptive.

He was too scared to get close to you for years, but he's so glad he did now, relishing any moment spent with you, even if you had no clue about his feelings. That's the next hurdle for him, and he'll save it for another day.