#i want to slam dunk him in a basketball hoop

[pelcrow]

i forgot how much i love Simon oops

[daisynik7]

“Into you” by Fabolous for Connie Springer- smut + fluff

(S4 connie ofc)

Into You

I think you’re truly something special, just what my dreams are really made of

Pairing: Connie Springer x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.4k

cw: super fluffy, kinda cheesy, college au, modern day au, lots of basketball terms (applies specifically to NCAA and NBA), explicit language, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), implied creampie

Summary: You and Connie Springer have been close since childhood, growing up as next-door neighbors and best friends. The bond the two of you share is undeniable, but you’ve never been able to admit how deep your feelings are, either to yourself or to him. You continue to support him as his friend while he pursues his career as a basketball player, trying to get drafted into the NBA. Though the journey has its ups and downs, one thing is for certain: The two of you will always have each other, forever and ever. 

Author’s Notes: Hi anon! Thanks so much for requesting this song for the y2k karaoke party because it’s one of my FAVORITES! It really gives me Love & Basketball vibes, another favorite of mine that also happens to be a classic in the y2k era. This little fic is very loosely based off of that, so I hope you enjoy! Also, all the basketball/NBA tidbits are mostly from being with my boyfriend, who is a huge NBA fan, so yeah, sorry if any details are inaccurate lol. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! MDNI banner credit to @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest (Slam Dunk manga).

“You have to pinky promise, okay?” Connie sticks his tiny finger out, wiggling it in front of your face, sucking on his cherry-flavored lollipop, lips and tongue-stained red. You’re both five years old, sitting cross-legged in the front of his yard, taking a break from playing hide-and-seek.

“What am I pinky promising?” you ask, voice squeaky and curious.

“That we’ll be best friends forever and ever! No matter what!” he exclaims, beaming at you with his eyes wide, twinkling earnestly. 

You only need to think for a few seconds before you’re hooking your pinky with his, committing to this promise for the rest of your lives. 

~~~

Ten years later, Connie makes it on the varsity basketball team in your high school. It’s rare for a freshman to make it to varsity at Ragako; the coaches must have seen that spark in him that you and his family have witnessed since he started playing at ten-years-old. You used to shoot around with him out in his driveway, where his father set up a little hoop. Eventually, the little one got upgraded to a real one, where the height was adjusted appropriately as Connie grew. You became his practice partner, no longer able to compete with him. Instead, you passed him the ball, watching in awe as he made shot after shot, sometimes deep from the street. He’d pick you up and spin you around, the two of you cheering together, impressed by his skills.

Year after year, he only improved. The way he handled the ball, expertly dribbling it between his legs, behind his back, one-handed, without looking. Or the way his feet gracefully shuffled along the court, the distinct squeak from his shoes echoing off the walls as you watch him on the bleachers, playing three-on-three against some of his buddies at the gym. One time, his friend Jean teases you. “You know, you should stop hanging around here or else people might think you’re his groupie.”

Before you can think of a smart comeback, Connie interjects, shoving Jean hard in the arm. “Hey! Leave her alone. I want her here. I only play like this when she’s around. And she’s not a groupie. She’s my best friend.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders, leading you towards the exit while Jean sputters apologies that go ignored. “Sorry about that,” he whispers to you. “Jean is an asshole. I want you around, got it? Forever and ever.”

You smile, leaning into him. “Forever and ever.”

~~~

It’s at the championship game during senior year that you realize that you’re in love with Connie.

Scouts have already contacted him about full-ride scholarships to university, recruiting him for their team. He’s the most celebrated point-guard in your school’s history, his average points and assists per game breaking records. Ever since he joined, your school has made it in the final round each year, last year resulting in a win, this year leading to a second. 

With seconds left on the shot clock, tie game, Ragako with possession, Connie makes his move. He inbounds the ball to his teammate, quickly taking position at the right wing, his sweet spot. As quickly as it leaves his hands, the ball is passed back to him. He shoots it, and as it flies out from his fingers into the air, the buzzer rings, and he makes it. The crowd goes wild; one side of the bleachers erupting into a frenzy, jumping up and down with excitement. Connie’s parents hug each other first, then surround you in their arms, elated. You don’t expect him to celebrate the win with you, not with his entire team huddling around him, splashing water on his head, cheering his name. Not with all the cheerleaders and fans gravitating toward him, eager to be in the presence of a sure-to-be star in the making. So, it surprises you when you see him maneuver his way through the crowd, heading straight towards you. He pounces on you, giving you the biggest, sweatiest hug with tears streaming down his face. It’s a split second where the surrounding noise goes blank and it’s just the two of you there, basking in each other’s warmth. Soon, his parents join you, also crying happily, and it’s in this moment that you realize this is where you want to be: with him. Forever and ever.

~~~

It's no surprise that the two of you attend the same college together. Most people will see it as you following him, but in actuality, Connie agrees to go wherever you go. Lucky for you both, your top choice is a D1 university where he’s offered a scholarship to play for their basketball team. It works out perfectly, as if it were meant to be. 

He’s busy from the get-go, practicing every day until the season starts in November. You become preoccupied with classes, and naturally, the two of you travel your different paths, meeting in the middle whenever you can. When the season official starts, you attend all his home games, cheering for him from the sidelines surrounded by the other students also chanting his name. Weeknights, he’s often too tired to hang out, retreating to his dorm room to fall asleep, only to repeat his busy schedule again the next day. He grows close with his teammates, spending most of his time with them instead of you, which is to be expected. After all, you and Connie are just friends. Sure, you’re completely and madly in love with him, but he’ll never know that. So, you watch from afar as he pursues his career without you in the way. It’s the way it has to be. 

By the time spring semester rolls around, you and Connie barely see each other. You’ll still text, sometimes video chat or talk on the phone. He mostly vents to you about teammates or coaches that have gotten on his nerves that day. He’ll catch you up on the other schools they’ve defeated or the ones that they’ve lost to. Your school’s record is quite good thanks to Connie, who’s only gotten better since high school. If they continue at this rate, they will win the conference tournament, meaning a trip to March Madness, the most prestigious competition in college basketball. Most importantly, it’s one step closer to the NBA.

As expected, the team does win the conference tournament. That night, the entire campus is lively with students buzzing in school spirit, ready to party the rest of the weekend. All you think about is calling Connie to congratulate him, hear his voice and tell him that you’re so proud of him. You debate with yourself for nearly fifteen minutes, staring at his name on your screen, fingers so close to dialing his number. You decide not to go through with it, certain that he’s too busy with his team, too busy with his fans. He’s not thinking about you, not when his whole world is about to change. And you can’t blame him; you’re just friends, and this is the way it has to be.

The following night, your school organizes an impromptu homecoming for the basketball team, welcoming them as they arrive on the bus, fresh from their championship win. They have a  couple days of rest before they leave for the NCAA tournament, but you’re sure they’ll be busy with press and practice until then. You’re not there to greet them when they step off the bus; instead, you’re sulking in your room, buried under the covers, feeling sorry for yourself for ever falling in love with Connie Springer. It’s a sad, pathetic sight, but at least you’re alone for the weekend to do it while your roommate is out visiting her boyfriend out of town. 

You’re surprised to see Connie’s name flash on your phone a few hours later. You let it ring twice before answering. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” he asks. There’s shuffling in the background, as if he’s walking outside. 

���I’m in my room.”

“I’m coming over now.” He hangs up, not giving you any time to respond. You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come.

When you open the door to let him in, he wraps his arms around you in a snug embrace. “I missed you.” He pulls off to hold you by the arms, glaring. “Why didn’t you greet me off the bus?”

“I…” you start, unsure how to respond. 

“I was looking for you and you weren’t there. Where were you?”

“I was studying in the library.” This might be the first time you’ve ever lied to him. You feel guilty and gross. 

“Oh,” he says sadly, still staring at you. 

“Congratulations, by the way. It was an amazing win.” You give him a weak smile, blinking away the tears welling in your eyes. You don’t even know why you’re crying; Connie did nothing wrong. You’re letting your emotions get the best of you, and you can’t help but crumble in front of the only person who knows you better than you know yourself. 

“I don’t care about that right now. I care about you. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Connie, I promise.”

“Don’t promise me shit like that. I know you’re upset. Tell me. Please.” His eyes search yours, desperate for an answer. 

You look at his feet, fixating on his shoes, scuffed on the sides from playing. Tears start to drop from your face and on the carpet. “I just…I missed you too. I miss you, Connie. I…I love you.” The confession slips from your mouth in a sniffle, and you’re so upset with yourself for letting it slide in this crucial moment. Neither of you needs the drama of your unrequited love right now. Not you, knowing he’ll be leaving again soon, and especially not him, who has bigger and better things to focus on. 

He gapes at you, stuttering, “You love me?”

You nod, biting your lip.

“Like, love love? Or love like a friend?”

You’re tempted to lie, just to make it easier. But you owe it to Connie to be honest with him. “Love love.”

His mouth is open, eyes bugging out, completely shocked by your admission. Before he can respond, you add, “I’m sorry, Connie. I shouldn’t have told you this right before the tournament, but…I don’t know. It just came out. I’m sorry.”

He stammers, “You’re sorry? This is the best fucking thing I’ve heard in my entire life.” He breaks into a smile, laughing hysterically, an even more bizarre reaction. 

You cross your arms, getting impatient with his ridiculous behavior, eventually grabbing his shoulders to shake him out of his fit. “Connie, what the hell?!”

He wipes his eyes, crying from giggling, beaming at you. “I’ve been in love with since we were kids. Been dreaming of hearing you say that since we were five-years-old.” He hugs you tightly, nuzzling his nose to the top of your head. “I love you and I want to be with you. Forever and ever, right?”

You nestle into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent you missed since he’s been gone. “Forever and ever.” 

~~~

The two of you spend the night together, making love for the first time. His lips are soft against yours, and you smile into his kiss, remembering the day you pinky promised that you’ll be best friends forever and ever, no matter what. His lips were stained red with cherry-flavored candy, looking sickly sweet as he smiled at you. And as you kiss him now, he tastes just as sweet as you imagined he’d be after all these years. 

You kiss him sloppy as you ride his lap, his cock buried deep in your pussy, filling you up to the brim. He moans your name into your mouth as he laps at the saliva collecting on your tongue, slurping your spit, swallowing it thickly. “Fuck,” he groans, hands gripped to your hips, rocking you back and forth on his thighs. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long, baby. So long.”

“Me too,” you whisper, starting to bounce on him, close to your climax. 

“What would you think about? Tell me,” he demands, thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing it raw.

You whine from his touch, increasing your pace, resting your head on his shoulder. “You and me, just like this,” you huff, short of breath. 

“Yeah? You thought about me deep inside you, huh? Fucking this sweet pussy until you come all over my cock, huh?” He thrusts up into you, grip tightening, fingers digging into your flesh. He’s close too, you can feel it.

You moan into his skin, sweat beading on your forehead, throwing your ass back against him in tandem with each pump of his cock. A few more strokes and the two of you come together, the mess spilling onto the sheets as soon as he pulls out. 

He wipes you down with tissues and baby wipes you have handy on your bedside drawer. As soon as you’re both clean, he cradles you in his arms, spooning you from behind. 

“I know this is going to sound super cheesy, but I truly feel like a winner now,” he says, kissing the nape of your neck. 

You chuckle, squeezing his hand in yours. “Wait until you win March Madness. Then you’ll really be a champ.”

“Even if I lose, I’ll still have you. And that’s been my dream all this time.” 

You shift your body to face him, gazing into his eyes. “I thought your dream was to make it into the NBA?”

He smiles, booping you on the nose. “It’s part of the dream, sure. But I wouldn’t be anywhere near where I am now if it wasn’t for you. You kept me going all these years. Knowing you were always on my side gave me the strength I needed to get here. As long as I have you, I’ll be living the dream.” He kisses you on the forehead. “I’m going to love you for the rest of our lives.”

“Forever and ever?”

“Forever and ever.”

~~~

In an upset, your school loses in the Final Four. It’s the furthest they’ve gotten in university history, and a large part of that is due to Connie and his extraordinary performance as their point guard. His efforts do not go unnoticed; his coaches and many prospective agents have contacted him, encouraging him to apply for the NBA draft. 

June of the same year, Connie Springer is drafted tenth in the first round and you’re sitting right beside him with his parents, cheering for him. Just as you have throughout all these years, and just as you will for the rest of your lives. Forever and ever. 

[twst-drabbles]

Ace and Jamil 2

Summary: You bought a mini basketball toy set for Ace to play around with and Jamil has taken to the game as well. Unfortunately Jamil has a length advantage that he loves to lord over Ace.

Ace has taken to watching your TV more and more often ever since he figured out how the remote was connected to it. One of the things you couldn’t help but notice was how he would always flip through the sports channels until he found the one he was looking for: basketball.

It was kind of cute to you, the way Ace would squeak and grunt with effort trying to copy the slam dunks and the fake outs. He even took the time to find a suitable sized marble on your cabinet and painted it to look like a basketball, but was sorrily disappointed to find that it didn’t bounce like one.

So, because you didn’t want to deprive Ace of the enrichment he so craved, the next time you went to the store, you got him this finger basketball set that’s been refashioned for pets of his size.

The moment you set it down under the coffee table so you wouldn’t stumble over it, Ace had at it. Practically dove for the little rubber ball in the middle of the court.

You left him to his devices for a moment to grab a snack, and when you came back, you saw Jamil had joined in.

“Huh,” you set your snacks besides yourself on the sofa, “well, aren’t you having fun?”

Wrapped in a coil was a struggling Ace, his little arms smacking against his hard scales as Jamil dribbled the ball with the tip of his tail. Ace was yelling his little head off and you almost wanted to snort at the indignant sounds.

Jamil had quite the large smile on his face. Well, large for him. His tongue was even flicking in and out as he lazily slithered down towards the hoop. He did a pretty harsh dunk and only then did Ace finally escape Jamil’s grip. He slid on his belly and stole the ball before Jamil would swipe it up and ran out from under the coffee table.

Ace held the ball high over his head, as though a trophy as he ran behind your ankles. Jamil slithered after him, not quite angry but certainly irritated. Ace peeked out from one side and the other, Jamil mirroring him as they both tried to find an opening in each other.

“Don’t fight,” you warned, not really moving since you just found the perfect sitting spot for your lower back, “I will kick you instinctively.”

Jamil inched forward just a bit and that was all Ace need to slide out from right under him. Little plant nymph Ace dribbled down all the way to the court, clearly out of breath from his yelling. He stopped just before the hoop, positioned himself and tossed the ball towards it.

He was so close that the ball simply slid in.

Ace shot both arms in the air, his voice at the beginnings of a victory scream before Jamil came up from behind and took the ball back.

“Oh boy,” you leaned back, already feeling tired, “Play nice with each other. It’s supposed to be a fun game.”

[blues824]

Did I request this? I forgor 💀 Feel free to ignore if I did lmao. What would happen if the reader gives the basketball club boys a kiss on the cheek after they win a game?

Gender-neutral Reader

Ace Trappola

As he was running across the court and dribbling the ball, he could hear your cheers over everyone else in the bleachers. He was playing and he was going to win for you. So when he got the slam dunk in the hoop, he knew that you must be his lucky charm. It was the winning point as well, which meant that you were most likely coming to the next game so he can be as lucky.

After the game, he was looking all over for you. He heard his name in your voice, and he turned to see you running at him. He prepared himself before wrapping his arms around you, lifting you up, and spinning you in a circle. You had on some NRC merchandise, and he was glad that you came to support him.

But then, you grabbed his face in your hands, turned it a bit, and placed a kiss on his cheek. He now officially holds the record for the fastest someone’s face has turned red. He will let out an inhuman screech before his teammates go and check on him, and you have to explain that he’s just flustered.

Floyd Leech

He was an absolute monster on the court just because he wanted to impress you. He pushed someone out of his way and nearly gave them a concussion. That didn’t matter to him though, because Shrimpy was watching and he wanted to show off his skills. He acts like it was nothing when he shoots from the three point line and makes it in the hoop.

Fortunately, that was the point that ended the game. So, once he got the okay, he immediately went looking for you in the huge crowd of students. When he did find you, he was very giddy and happy and he picked you up in his arms to give you a squeeze, all the while asking you if he did good.

Once he put you down after you told him that he did wonderful, you told him to bend down. He obliged, and you placed a kiss on his cheek. He let out a gasp before asking you to do it again, do it again, do it again. He just wants to be showered in kisses until your lips go dry. Don’t you think he deserves it?

Jamil Viper

Unlike the other two, he was a team player. He wanted to win the game (and your heart) through strategy, and that’s what he did. He waited by the hoop where no one on the opposing team was blocking him so that he could make a slam dunk, and he did. That meant that the game was over and he got the last point.

He immediately looked for you in the crowd, weaving through the very large crowd trying to find you. When he did, he wrapped his arms around you and just hugged you. He was glad that he finally got to hug you.

But, you turned the affection around and placed a kiss on Jamil’s cheek. He wasn’t too flustered, as he didn’t really mind small signs of affection in public. It did make his heart flutter, though, as he re-realized that you were his significant other and that you would most likely always be there to cheer him on.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Floyd Leech Club Wear Voice Lines

Just a reminder that Club Wear cards have no Personal Story

When Summoned: If we're gonna have a game, make sure to call in some strong opponents, kay? I'll drive through all of them and slam it in the hoop.

Summon Line: It's the best when we win with a huuuge point difference. I love seeing all the guys on the other team break down～

Groooovy!!: The game's over already? I didn't get to go wild enough at all. Hey, can't we start all over again?

Home: Guess I'll go break loose～

Home Idle 1: Man, I hate free throws. It's so boring to just stand there, aim and shoot. I neeeed someone to try to get in my way.

Home Idle 2: Look, I can spin a ball on one finger! Kani-chan taught me how to do it. Once I got the hang of it, it's pretty easy～

Home Idle 3: When I tried to nab the ball from Umihebi-kun, he changed his pace up and sidestepped me! I ain't gonna let him pass next time...

Home Idle - Login: I'm feelin' like playing some b-ball today! I'm gonna dunk a bit and steal some balls... Aha! This's gonna be fun～

Home Idle - Groovy: Maaan, passing practice is so boring 'cause it's too easy. Koebi-chan, wanna play 1 on 1 with me? I'll go a little bit easy on you～

Home Tap 1: When we were kids, Jade and I played with a basketball that we found floating in the ocean. But it quickly ran outta air 'cause we were throwing it as hard as we could at each other.

Home Tap 2: Yeah, I like to dribble past the opponents, but I also like battlin' them under the hoop. I get reeeal heated up when I win a skirmish there.

Home Tap 3: I dunno know when my player number was decided. I don't really have a favorite number or anything, but... Guess it kinda bugs me that I didn't get to pick it.

Home Tap 4: Getting ejected from the game after only five fouls seems too early, don'tcha think? Maaan, I've never been in a game from start to finish.

Home Tap 5: Don't bother me, I'm practicing my between-the-legs dribbling. Ah, buuut if you can steal the ball from me, sure, I'll listen to whatever you wanted to say.

Home Tap - Groovy: The first time I got sweaty in this human body, I thought seawater was seeping out of me. And when some fell into my mouth, it even tasted salty, too...

Duo: [FLOYD]: Let's go and charge through, Umihebi-kun! [JAMIL]: Floyd, don't just rampage on your own like that!

Requested by @pomefiwhore.

[x0llaz]

Bro code. K. Gyuvin

chapter 1) slam dunk bro

Y/N never went to her brother’s basketball games. She thought it was too noisy for her liking. If she wanted to be around loud, smelly, sweaty boys, she’d go hang out with Hanbin whrn he had his friends over.

She never tended to pay attention to the team members when she was there, unless it was Hanbin. She was really only there for Hanbin. But today she couldn’t take her eyes off of the flash of brown hair sticking out the highest of all the players. She never saw his face, she was simply impressed by his height.

She was broken from her observations when jaeyun came back to their seats with some popcorn. The two of them barely payed attention to the game. At halftime, Hanbin ran up to them to greet them, and talk briefly before running back to his team. Yn couldn’t help but tilt her head when she saw the side of thr brown haired boys face, leaning in a bit to try and get a better glimpse. But soon enough, halftime ended.

She watched with half of her attention, mostly wanting to leave. But the teams score was dropping, falling ever so slightly behind. Throughout the end of the game, the home team was constantly just under the opposing, they could break their winning streak.

The time on the clock was getting smaller, the last minutes turned to last seconds, tense, stakes high as they’d ever be for the game.

That was when the particularly tall brown haired boy was passed the ball. Y/N leaned forward as he made his way across the court, looming through the competitors, passing the ball from hand to hand, keeping it out of the teams grasp.

When he approached the sidelines, so close to the hoop, he froze a bit. Y/N froze too. They now saw each other, both frozen in the moments of tension. Neither of them reacted immediately when the ball was stolen from gyuvin, but he quickly ran to rectify his mistake. In the last moments of the game, from a distance that had a slim chance of making the shot, he jumped up and made his shot, hoping he could make it.

The screams that erupted only confirmed that he did it. It didn’t seem real, didn’t seem possible, but somehow he’d done it. The last seconds of the game were filled with cheers as the home team won by two points.

Y/N watched as the team swarmed the tall boy, Hanbin throwing his arms around him before they all shouted for their victory. The stadium was cheering, the win left all the students in good spirits.

But all that stuck with y/n was how pretty the boy who won the game was.

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All that was on gyuvin’s mind after the game was how pretty that girl in the stands was.

Even as he said his goodbyes to his classmates who came to support him, thanking them for their attendance, his mind wandered back to her. Even as he changed out of his stinky jersey and into his casual clothes, he thought about her. She was pretty.

As he walked out of the locker room, ready to celebrate with his team, he heard Hanbin. Hanbin and someone else. Hanbin and… a girl??

He smiled to himself as he approached, but his movements halted as he saw who he was with. She was pretty. She was the pretty girl he saw. The pretty girl he saw, was standing there, hugging Hanbin.

“You did really great, bin,” he heard the smile in her voice.

“Couldnt have done it without the guys,” Hanbin replied, to which the girl punched his arm lightly.

“Let me compliment you normally,” he watched as she leaned towards him and grinned up at him.

Gyuvin decided to get his exit over with. He stepped back and purposely made his steps a bit louder so they’d hear him approach. They both turned to see him, gyuvin didn’t notice how the pretty girl’s lips parted as she saw him.

“Gyu, you did really good man,” Hanbin says for the tenth time that night.

“Yeah, uh, thanks,” gyuvin smiles at the older boy.

“You’re the one who won the game!” The girl said. “You did great, I couldn’t believe you made that shot!”

Gyuvin hated the way his heart fluttered upon hearing her talk to him, seeing her smile up at him so prettily. “Thanks,” he smiled back at her.

“Gyuvin, this is yn, yn, this is gyuvin,” Hanbin introduced the two and they both nod, taking in their names. “We’ll, gyuvin and i are gonna go, okay?”

“Yeah, okay see you later,” yn agrees with that pretty smile. “See you around, gyuvin,”

“Yeah, sure, see you,”

Gyuvin knew he was screwed. He couldn’t have a crush on hanbin’s girlfriend.

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Masterlist. Next chapter.

[mintsv]

basketball date w/ gyuvin !! ₊˚🧸⊹

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bf!kim gyuvin x gn!reader

synopsis : what would it be like if one day your boyfriend kim gyuvin took you to play basketball with him? another very fluffy drabble / scenarios / imagines i still don't know what to call it, it's just fluff.

wc : 0.9k

-> notes : first of all i'm sorry for the people reading this who are ACTUALLY good at basketball because i'm certainly not and that's why i made this :) also this is like major brain rot and it's not organized whatsoever it's just all over the place i hope you understand.. hihi 🤭

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first of all, i think he'd take you on a basketball date to show you his b-ball skills and he's hoping you'll go like 'gyuvin ur so cool!' and you did do that but as time went by you started to get a lil bored just watching so you asked him if he could teach you instead which he happily obliged.

when you couldn't reach the hoop or make any shots he'd pick you up and he let's you shoot in as many b-balls as you liked.

when you actually shoot one in without his help, he'd clap and smile at you like a child and don't forget that he'll be squishing your cheeks and aweing at you (the thing he does w/ yujin).

"my gf/bf/partner is soooo talented!" he'd say all sorts of remarks like this and you thought he was being sarcastic but he actually meant every word but hes also too shy to tell you up front so he just jokes about it in hopes you'll get his signal. what a silly guy

and it sort of worked because you started to get really into b-ball and you didn't miss as many shots as before, you were excited to show your boyfriend how you improved so gyuvin pitched the idea of having a friendly competition between the two of you.

during the friendly match, it was obvious gyuvin was making it easier for you because he wasn't even running he was walking and when he got to shoot the ball he'd go like "oops i missed" and literally pass the ball to you.

gyuvin was usually very competitive especially when playing b-ball. his partner for basketball practice was usually ricky and you knew how competitive gyuvin was in reality so you felt a little down thinking he doesn't actually see it as a match.

so you started sulking, excusing yourself from the court to drink some water and gyuvin followed along cause he noticed your change in mood.

"be right back." he says quickly before rushing off to who knows where, making you sit there in boredom while the sweat on your shirt starts to feel sticky and uncomfortable, not only that but you were also craving your favorite drink after gulping down a whole bottle of water.

gyuvin comes back and brings just what you wanted without you telling him to, one of his t-shirts freshly washed in his hand and your favorite drink on the other.

and then he'd start apologizing, hugging you, holding your hand, or cupping your cheeks basically all he could think of in order to stop you from sulking.

which in fact worked because you couldn't help but let out a giggle and gyuvin would be sooo proud of himself for making you laugh, i guess sulking will just never work when you have a boyfriend as adorable as gyuvin.

In the end, you'll change into his t-shirt, both of you enjoy your favorite drinks together before crashing into his house and ending the day on a high note. (probably cuddling while watching gyuvin's favorite basketball anime).

small imagine ->

you saw gyuvin slam dunk and hang from the hoop thanks to his lanky tall body so you tried to do it too except you failed horribly, making gyuvin laugh like a maniac.

"if you keep laughing i'm actually breaking up with you." you threaten him while lifting yourself up the ground.

"sorry sorry here i'll help you." gyuvin went in front of you and knelt down with his back facing you. you assumed he was gonna give you a piggy back ride but the moment you lifted one of your legs he positioned himself under you and lifted you up, with your legs on either side of his shoulder and you yelp out of surprise which almost made you fall backwards but you didn't thanks to gyuvin's quick hand grasping your thighs and your free hand held onto his head for support.

"gyuvin what the hell?! that scared me so bad!" you hit his head playfully while your other hand was occupied by a basketball.

"what're you waiting for? shoot it!" gyuvin tilted his head backwards to look at you with a silly smile on his lips and you could only afford to turn away in order to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

when you were about to put the ball in, gyuvin accidentally tripped on his shoelaces and lost his balance resulting in the ball flying out of your hand and the both of you falling down.

you prepared yourself for the impact but after a while, you didn't feel anything and a sudden groaning was heard from the boy under you.

"ouch.." he sat up halfway, one hand holding onto his head while the other rested at your waist. "oww.. y/n are you okay? did you get hurt?" contrary to his current state the first words that left his mouth were concerns for your safety even though he just fell head first onto the ground trying to save you.

"oh my god gyu are you okay? i'm so sorry.." you quickly regained consciousness and took in current the situation, your hands held his face, arm, head searching for any bruises but when you found none you sighed in relief.

"no, don't be sorry it was my fault i actually tripped on my shoelaces..." you hit his chest playfully while you two sat on the not so clean ground for a good minute, exchanging glances and giggles but looking away when the blood rushed to your cheeks. as if you weren't dating already smh

Eventually gyuvin helped you up, dusting your pants and shirt from any dirt before enveloping you into a warm hug, your face squished in his chest but you hugged him back anyways.

"hey y/n, let's just play another sport next time."

"yeah, definitely."

-> i have no idea how to write these im too used to just making stories so yeah bonus imagine at the end ;p

[shizuostrans]

(Here's my translation for the infamous succubus-taking-form-of-Izaya part of Duramp! I will try to do the other parts later, but it is LONG. t/n under the readmore.)

Duramp! (Shizuo's Encounter)

Ikebukuro, in front of Seibu Department Store

All things considered, this city called Tokyo is very crowded with people. It's far different from that rural island.¹ I'd say in lieu of that, the presence of non-human beings here is faint amongst them.

Oh, there he is.

Hmm, he's wearing sunglasses, but he looks like a well-behaved man.² There's also the fact that he’s related to that boy, so I shouldn’t have to worry.

Alright then, let’s copy his desires onto my own body, just as I did with the boy named Mikado a while ago.

Now, what form does this man desire…

...a man?

What the hell? He’s gay?

Ah, but that’s fine, love can take any form.

Besides, I was starting to get hungry, and I suppose once in a while it could be nice to indulge in an unusual situation between two men.

And from what I've heard, it's said that same-sex couples have deeper and more sordid desires swirling around in them.

Well, with that in mind––

"Hey."

I changed myself into the form the man with sunglasses desired, stood in front of him, and shot him a smile.

I made sure that no one other than the man with sunglasses would be able to see me. Unlike the unfortunate case with that Mikado boy, this time there won’t be any interferences, and I'll be able to lure him somewhere and––

"Iiizaaayaaaa..."

Hehe, such a slack-jawed smile. He has no idea I’m an imposter.

Well, now that he’s let his guard down³, I’ll have to read this man's mind for his information on the form I'm disguised as.

It would be quicker if I could read everything before I transformed, but unfortunately I don't have that kind of power right now.

However, if the other person drops their guard like this―

"I wanted to see you. Really wanted to see you, Iiizayaaa..."

Hmm? That’s odd. This man has not yet opened his mind to meeyaGLrukGAaЭΞ‡――

"No, seriously, I’ve been pissed off something fierce! IZAYAAAA! I was hoping I could beat you to a pulp!"

―Uh-oh.

―This, it isn’t about love or anything of the sort!

―He only desired this man's looks as an opponent he wanted to throttle!

By the time I realized my mistake, it was already too late. The man with sunglasses grabbed me by the collar before I could dispel the illusion and lifted me, and without pause, I was raised overhead and thrown high into the air. For a moment, the ground became a distant thing.

How― my wings― I had to let my wings out. Before I crashed to the ground, I had to reveal my true form, spread my wings and soar into the air――

This man who has yet to see past the designation⁴ will see my true form, but now wasn't the time to be saying thaaaahAHAAaHhAWaWAaAAhaAHAHHHHHHH

"You really are a guy with perfect timing for everything! It pisses me the hell off!"

A shock. A shock went through my body. The man with sunglasses jumped up after me and drove me into the asphalt with such immense force it was like slam dunking me into a basketball hoop.⁵ He made a clean landing on his feet and lifted his leg high up towards me.

You fool, I am still a succubus, no human’s kick can―

"Die."

"GUHAH!?"

"Die."

Wait... hold...

"Die."

What's with this guy’s attack power!?

"Die."

This is way worse than the vampires in the Castle!⁶

"Die."

He's lost interest in kicking me, and now he's moved to straddle on top of me and wallop me in the face!

"Die."

I-I-I– I have to shed this form q-q-q-q-quickly

"Die."

Nonono– no good, the shock and pain are making it too hard to concentrate...

"Die." Die, die, die!

"Die." Die!

"Die."

S-s-s-save me, s-s-s-somebody―

♂♀

An enormous man called out from behind Shizuo Heiwajima, who still hadn't budged from his mounted position.⁷

"Hello, Shizoo-oh. What are you doing?"

"Diediediedie...yeah? What do you want, Simon? Look, Izaya’s not fighting back at all today, so I’m taking my chance to go ahead and kill him about a hundred times..."

"If Izaya, who's eating sushi now at our restaurant?"

"Eh?"

At Simon's words, a black man dressed as a chef, Shizuo turned puzzled eyes towards him, then dropped his gaze back down below.

"...huh?"

"Wrung dry⁸, yes?"

"...So then who's this guy?"

"Who knows?"

Simon slowly shook his head upon seeing the succubus, no longer able to hide herself from the others.

Until a few moments ago, she had the face of Izaya Orihara himself, but now her face was swollen and without any semblance of his facial features.

"Um, hey..."

With an awkward look on his face, Shizuo slowly unseated himself from his mounted position and reached his hand out to the succubus, but–

"Hhi... HYAAAAaAaaAHH!"

The succubus stood up with a strange scream and ran off into the crowd with inhuman speed.

"......?"

"Ooh, that quick moving, very much could be Izaya."

Left behind in the dust, Shizuo and Simon looked at each other and muttered between themselves.

"...was that a doppelganger? Huh, you don't think we've got the wrong guy, do you?"

"Sus-pi-scous... Shizuo hitting empty ground when I call out to him, but that person then suddenly appearing...?"

Translation notes:

[¹] Reference to Growerth from Vamp! and is the primary setting of the series.

[²] Sunglasses are considered a trademark accessory for delinquents.

[³] The expression used is 心を許す meaning "to allow your heart(/spirit/mind) to be open" and is used to signify trust or relaxing one's guard.

[⁴] Earlier in Duramp! it's explained that succubi "designate" their target to become visible to them as the person they desire.

[⁵]

[⁶] Reference to Waldstein Castle from Vamp!

[⁷] The mounted position is a grappling move in jiu jitsu that involves sitting on top of your opponent to pin them to the ground.

[⁸] ボロ雑巾 lit. beat-up cleaning rag. It's a metaphor used to describe using someone until they're ragged and then throwing them away.

[funger-rips]

telepathically beaming you the image of Cahara curled into a ball being slam dunked through a basketball hoop by one of the guards

i want to throw cahara at a wall an make him stick to it like a splat ball

[polyhexian]

The Jasper & Willow Murder Adventure Episode got me d'awwwing over their relationship. Jasper letting her have agency but also protecting her innocence! Jasper teaching her plant magic tricks! Willow latching onto him as an Available Paternal Figure! It gives another dimension to Willow sadly trying to chide Hunter when he yells at Jasper about the portal door.

And like, I'm sure Jasper would love all the kids. Might take Amity a bit to warm up to him, but once she does it's abomination chatter for days. He'd be super impressed with Gus's prodigy-level illusion magic.

But Willow probably has a special place in his heart because she grows him the most TASTELESS fruits and vegetables. Everyone else is snacking on delicious sugary watermelon and he's like, I'll pass, and then she's like wait I grew this one for you! And it's lovely and crisp and has zero flavor to it. She's the best.

He's also her FUTURE FATHER IN LAWWWWWW. You know Willow is so delighted by that. Jasper already earned a place as an extra paternal figure. He saved her from killing that guy and wrecking her innocence but also gave her the agency to save herself from making a decision she would regret. And when she was crying about her dads and like- they think I'm dead! They must think I'm dead! And he's going to tell her like even if there's a 99.999 percent chance she's dead they're her parents and they love her and they won't ever give up on her as long as there's that 00.001 percent chance, theyre still waiting for her and still hoping she's okay and she's like wahhhhhhhhh.

I also feel like- as I've said I'm headcanoning no marriage in the boiling isles. But Hunter lives in the human realm with his mom! And I think he's like. He really wants to do it because he knows his mom will love it. Also him and his friends all went to Luz's wedding and thought it was fun. So they get married and I'm sure it's a little different than Marriage Classic (why does only one of us get to get given away by a parent? I wanna walk down the aisle too wtf) so like. Imagine jasper getting to walk his boy down the aisle lmfao.

And then like. Jasper officially willows father in law. He's going to slam dunk her through a basketball hoop. He's got TWO kids now holy SHIT

[randomsloredrops]

Random's Lore Drops - Frisk but they fell wrong

Alrighty then, looks like it's finally time to LORE. hello internet, welcome to lore. it's FELLING TIME FELLAS (pun not intended). Now, what's the FIRST character you meet in Undertale? That's right, Frisk (chara thing will be last, like UT chara post that i made) Now, I grabbed the best photo to show...

ok i lied, i picked the one funniest to me (that i could find). anyways, CUE THE READ MORE.

welp, yeah. it's Frisk lore drop time. BUT! Unlike UT Frisk, whose only actual trait that isn't controlled by us playing as them being that they dont like cola, THIS ONE HAS PERSONALITY (woaaahhhh). Now, there's a little less than what i'd like when it comes to lore drops, but i'll make do with it. So, first... supposedly "the same", but a lot more tired of everybody's bullshit. Yes, that's literally what's in the post about Frisk. They're sick and tired of what they deal with in the underground, and to be honest, i would too if everybody was a prick and wanted me dead. ANOTHER thing in the one of two posts of actual written lore i could find is that Frisk can, and WILL attack, but doesn't have the will to kill people (without, of course, being driven to the point of it, thus causing the geno route, or as it's called, Betrayal Route). Oh, and they usually carry Flowey around in a pot, and no matter what, they CAN and WILL always catch him in the pot, even if he got launched up like five hundred feet into the air. One thing that isn't written, but instead, drawn down, is that, in Fella's words, "frisk has ultimate power". By that, it means that Frisk canonically CAN ball. Yes, they have done a slam dunk in the most AGGRESSIVE way, due to being mocked by Sans and Papyrus for holding the ball in a weird way. Unfortunately, since Papyrus was the basketball hoop, his face got a temporary remodel (hence why their ability to hurt is important in the lore). Now, for the post before I rely on a canonfell wiki, their actions are more humorous than their words, due to being absent minded. BUT, they can accidentally show their actual feelings with their actions (hence the bashing of Papyrus' skull). And, the most IMPORTANT part, one that's INTEGRAL to their character. They need some sleep. Anyways, time to see the canonfell wiki... wait, that's it? That's ALL I get? All of that info I got from Fella, and THEN some? Where the fuck is that one drawing I saw of Frisk yelling "TORIEL BLOCKS THE FUCKING WAY"???? oh, wait, it did look like it was drawn by somebody else... DAMMIT. Welp, tha- thu- that- tha- th- that- tha- that's all folks! (cue cartoony-ass outro with a thumbs up).

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 24

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/121210132

True to his word, Teddy made some calls that afternoon and got us a marriage licence. Of course, the local council was more than happy to waive the three-day waiting period for us. Teddy clearly had them on some racket, but also, it was always clear to everyone that the day Teddy fucking Lobo found himself a partner, it would be a partner for life. Because Teddy fucking Lobo didn’t devote himself solely to any one single person for nothing… It was widely known that Teddy fucking Lobo would devote himself only to someone who made him feel on top of the universe, and who could suck his dick real good, and often.

And that was apparently me.

I felt well enough to head on over to one of our projects. Teddy was feeling particularly benevolent as we pulled up to what would become Loco Lobos when it was finished. The building had been demolished entirely and rebuilt from the ground up, and when we got there, only the grounds and basketball court had been finished. The rest of the building was a shell, but an insulated shell waiting for windows and doors. Teddy’s face lit up.

“Shit! The court’s done! Do – is there a ball?”

“A basketball? Close your eyes.” I smirked. Teddy grinned and did so. I took the keys to the Dodge from his pocket and unlocked the small trunk. A single basketball sat there, with the Lobo wolf head on it, and a ‘TL’ monogrammed on the opposite side. “I was saving this for when the place actually opened… but since we were coming here tonight, and I knew the court was finished, I figured you could shoot some hoops tonight.” Teddy opened his eyes and looked down. His face lit up.

“Fuck! (Y/N), I fucking love it!” he gave it a bounce and grinned. “Perfect! C’mon, can you shoot?”

“I think I’m bad at ball sports. I wasn’t good in school, at least.”

“Nah, c’mon!” Teddy grabbed my arm and pulled me through the wire fence, towards the gates where the basketball courts were. We opened the gates – there were still workmen there – and Teddy dragged me forward, excited like a kid. “Watch!” 

I stood just behind Teddy as he started shooting hoops, getting the ball through the net cleanly every single time. His face was lit up with pure glee, pure joy that came from doing something purely for the fun of it. He grinned at me, dribbling the ball with ease.

“You’re good!” I beamed.

“C’mon, (Y/N), try get the ball off me.” Teddy grinned at me, dribbling slowly. He gave me a chance to get it from him, and I took it, laughing as I turned my back to him. “Uh-oh! OH! (Y/N) has the ball – travelling! That’s travelling! Up!” He grabbed me around the waist and pushed me up for maximum airtime as I slammed the ball through the hoop. I ran around in a circle as Teddy jeered, catching the ball expertly in those beautiful hands.

“That was amazing!”

“And you said you had no fucking skill!” He threw the ball at me again. “Go – hit me as I jump, alright?” Teddy ran towards the net, and I threw the ball back after bouncing it a couple times. He jumped and slam-dunked it, clinging to the net for a beat. “Nice!”

From across the way, a group of kids who’d been playing in the street watched us carefully. It was obvious they wanted to play, but Teddy was lost in his own little game, probably where he played for the Pelicans and was winning hugely against the Utah Jazz.

“Teddy?” I said, when he jogged over to me again. He was a little breathless, his eyes sparkling. “What say we put Loco Lobos through an unofficial inauguration?” I gestured to the kids, and Teddy’s face lit up more, if it were even possible. He nodded.

“HEY! KIDS! You wanna come play some ball?!” The kids all looked a little sheepish. But one nodded. “Come over here – through that gate!” It took a second, but the kids walked over to us. I smiled at them.

“Hey, guys!” I said brightly.

“Alright – we’re…” Teddy did a quick headcount. “Nine.”

“Well, since I don’t really know how to play, I’ll watch for a bit.” I held my hands up.

“Four v four?” one of the kids said. Teddy grinned.

“Perfect!”

I don’t really understand basketball, but a couple of rounds (?) in, and I started to pick it up. So when I stepped in to give the most tired kid a break, I didn’t do so badly. Teddy, on the opposite team, kept checking me, trying to get into my head to turn me on more and more.

He’d pay for that shit later on…

It was fun, and Teddy’s team won by a lot. Not that we minded; the kids were stupidly happy, each of them glowing. Teddy had ordered Postmates, bottles of Gatorade and water and snacks for everyone. And watching him with the kids, with the people… I could see how happy he was when he handed out the food and drink. He was stoked. He was glowing… a little bit of exercise, and a little bit of selfless giving… it did wonders for him.

“You kids got school on Monday?”

“Yeah, Mr Lobo,” one kid replied. “It sucks, though.”

“How come?”

“It just sucks.” Another kid kicked the ground. “The teachers don’t wanna do anything, they’re all depressed… My mom said they need more money to make it a nicer school. But it’s not doing well because it doesn’t have any money.”

“Which school is it?” I asked softly.

“St Benedict’s,” a third kid said. “It’s awful. And the lunches suck, too.”

“Well… perhaps we could help?” I ventured gently. Teddy looked at me, sipping from a water. “Maybe we can fund some stuff?”

“Like you guys bought this place?” the first kid said brightly. “Is it true this place is gonna be for kids?!”

“Sure is, buddy,” Teddy smiled. “(Y/N) here had the idea. Loco Lobos. That building will be a community centre for games and events and stuff. You guys’ll be able to play Xbox and PlayStation and all that stuff.”

The way the seven kids lit up was utterly heartbreaking. We chatted to them a little more and discovered that only one of them had a games console, and they took it in turns to buy the latest game. Sometimes they pooled together their meagre pocket money to buy games, but largely they were outside, trying to find somewhere to just be, without being sent away or kicked off. That’s what had happened before they’d found us, that night – they’d been kicked away from where they’d found a place to play ball.

I watched Teddy, through the exchange. His face fell through so many emotions, so many feelings that he’d clearly never felt before. When the kids left us, and we made our way back to the car, Teddy was much more pensive than usual.

“I want to help the school,” he said softly, when we pulled up in the parking bay in the garage of our apartment building.

“We can make a couple calls,” I replied gently, kissing him. “We’ll help.” He turned to me and smiled. “Put all that drug money to good use.”

“My mom’s gonna kill me.”

“Your mom’s gonna kill us both, Teddy. We might as well go out having made some kids happy.” He pushed his seat back and patted his lap.

“Come here.” I obliged him, clambering over the middle console to settle on his lap. He held my hips, attacking my throat. “Stop changing me and making me be a good person…”

“Stop turning me into a god-damned criminal…”

“Never…”

“Now for some local news. It seems that love is in the air for the Lobo family! Teddy Lobo was last night seen playing a game of basketball with a group of local kids, but the most surprising part of the evening was Mr Lobo’s rather hands-on approach to a seemingly special someone. Posts from the teenagers of a local high school went viral overnight, some showing Mr Lobo with his arms rather lovingly around (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a NOLA police officer who left the force abruptly several months ago. The punchline? Officer (Y/L/N) is wearing a ring! Has the loose cannon Lobo finally found a person to pin his wings to the floor?”

Rebecca felt sick. Her jaw fell slack as she watched the screen, barely able to believe it for herself. She rubbed her eyes, picked up her TV remote, and rewound it. The news piece played again, and Rebecca took the Instagram handles and grabbed her phone.

Sure enough, there they were. (Y/N), and Teddy fucking Lobo.

(Y/N).

And.

Teddy.

Fucking.

Lobo.

The worst photo was a candid one taken by one of the teens of them both kissing, (Y/N)’s arms wrapped around Teddy’s neck, one of his hands on the back of (Y/N)’s head, the other pulling (Y/N)’s waist close. Intimate. Too fucking intimate.

Rebecca didn’t know how to feel. Angry? No. Not enough. Sad? Bitter? Happy?!

The loss of Katie Chandler had been hard. Her body had been pulled from the crime scene, and while it was obvious that Teddy had been there, none of the fucking charges had stuck, and some fall guy had been pinned with it. Which fall guy? One of the dead guys on the floor.

The monogrammed bullet had been ignored.

The DNA evidence all over the scene had been ignored.

The witness statements had been ignored.

Teddy Lobo had taken (Y/N) and run… and now, there they both were, wrapped up in each other.

(Y/N) was never supposed to be a fucking dirty cop! (Y/N) had been one of the fucking good ones! So how the hell (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had become a fucking druglord’s moll… betrayal ran through Rebecca’s veins, and she ran to the bathroom, throwing up her breakfast.

“Fucking… FUCK!” Rebecca breathed, shaking her head. “Fuck…”

News of Teddy’s stable relationship swept the entire city. Teddy Lobo, the most eligible bachelor in New Orleans, the bumbling dickhead who had too much money and zero sense had always been a magnet for the girls who secretly wanted a bad boy to choke them out before and after they went to church with their actual daddy… he’d managed to put a ring on a living, breathing fucking person.

Not just a person – a fucking police officer.

He’d taken one of the good ones, and turned everything on its head. He’d done the impossible.

Made a good cop turn bad.

Rebecca couldn’t escape it. Saturday was supposed to be her day off, but she found herself wanting to go work overtime so she could find something to pin Teddy for, put him behind bars, and do some real good mental conditioning on (Y/N). Because clearly, (Y/N) was having some kind of crisis of the fucking self.

But it was everywhere. In every shop, people gossiping and speculating whether or not the nice, pleasant (Y/N) would finally make Teddy turn good. Whether (Y/N) would be a good influence. In every street, in every café, people wondering whether (Y/N) would become Bellafrancesca’s replacement. Teddy Lobo’s fucking name was everywhere.

But the biggest question on everyone’s lips was when the wedding would be? Because a Lobo wedding would be a society wedding, surely? Teddy Lobo, with his need for showmanship, would not settle for a private affair out of the spotlight… but then, he’d kept (Y/N) secret for months. In fact, (Y/N) had been out of the force for months. No-one could quite figure out where (Y/N) had even been… it was weird, but in true societal bullshit fashion, no-one wanted to question the important stuff. All that mattered on the streets of New Orleans that day was whether or not Teddy Lobo and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) would have a Mardi Gras wedding, with a parade, with a street party, with everything…

And Rebecca felt like her entire world had come crumbling down.

Saturday morning came, and I woke with a start. My stomach flipped. Teddy was lay beside me, sleeping peacefully.

Today was the day, and I couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled up from deep within! I grinned, checking the time before I kissed him softly, kissing a gentle line down his jaw, his throat, along the tattoos on his chest, down to his navel… it didn’t take long at all before he grew hard in his sleep, and I took him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he murmured sleepily, bucking his hips as he looked down at me. I was shrouded in the sheets, the rich, buttery-soft black cotton enrobing me. All he could see was my lips around him, and feel me. “Fuck… m-me –“

He didn’t last. Not that he had to last. He gripped the sheets, balling them up in his fists as he fought with himself to stay his orgasm, but he was too sleepy, still, and his will was weak.

“Fuck - (Y/N) – FUCK!” he ran his hands through his hair as his body snapped, and he filled my mouth and throat. “Fuuuuuuuck…” he hissed, biting his lip. I grinned, crawling up over him.

“Morning, baby,” I murmured, and he looked down at me through thick lashes.

“The fuck did I do to deserve that, huh?”

“There isn’t enough time in the world for me to explain what you did to deserve that,” I purred, kissing him. “You do taste fucking good this morning, though…”

“Today’s the day, baby.” He caught my hand and kissed my ring. “You sure you wanna fucking do this?”

“Cold feet?” I asked. Teddy wrapped his arms around him.

“Nah. Never.”

“Then what’s making you think I don’t want to trap you in a marriage where you’re forced down into your rightful place…?” I murmured. He caught the cheeky, mischievous little gleam in my eye, and rolled me over.

“My rightful place?” he asked. “Mine? Where would that fucking be, huh?”

“On your knees,” I countered. Teddy chuckled breathily.

“On my knees… Wow…” he kissed me. His closeness, everything about him, drew me in again. I was trapped, I knew. Physically and mentally. “What about you being in your rightful place?”

“You fucking owe me anyway,” I said softly. Teddy’s face fell a fraction. “I wake you up with a sexy little surprise…” I let it hang in the air, but I knew Teddy’s mind was going back to the horrid weeks where I was on the precipice of death.

“I do owe you, baby,” he murmured. He kissed my throat. “Understand that every vow I make to you today, I’ll fucking keep it. I want to be yours forever. Just yours.”

“I already am yours,” I said quietly, holding him. “Forever.”

We drove over to the town hall, dressed normally. Word had of course spread like wildfire that Teddy and I were together, and naturally, everyone wanted to know where I’d been for months. It turned out that no-one knew I was dead, so what Teddy had said was fucking true: no-one had been looking for me. Because no-one knew I was really missing.

Since my bills were being paid, and my rent was on time… there was no cause for concern at all. Society didn’t really care about the disappearance of a police officer.

Teddy parked up at the town hall, constantly checking his phone.

“What’s wrong?” I asked gently, taking his hand.

“Big part of me hoped my fucking mom would show up,” he muttered, shaking his head. “But I guess that’s too much to fucking ask.”

“She doesn’t like me, Teddy.” I kissed his knuckles. “Today is about me and you. The party we’ll have is for everyone else to celebrate us. It’s not about her.”

“Kind of is a little bit about her.” He looked at me sideways, then looked away quickly. He was ashamed of wanting his mom there…

“Well… maybe we’ll keep this just for us. And then, when it comes down to it, and she accepts me, we can have a wedding.” I smiled at him. “It’s… I mean… Teddy, I would love your mom to accept me. I really would. But maybe it’ll take some proof that I’m good for business to do that.”

“Whatever.” He sighed. “Not whatever at you. Whatever at her. I don’t want you to need to prove yourself. I wanted her to be okay with you as you are –“

“Teddy, I’ve ripped her precious boy from her. I’ve gotten him clean in a way she never could. I’ve put you right back on the straight and narrow, and sure, you’re still doing criminal shit… but you’re fucking unstoppable.” I kissed his cheek. “You’re undeniably unstoppable. You just needed the right support.” He looked at me, full of love.

“Yeah. I guess you’re fucking right.” He swallowed. “C’mon. Let’s go make you a fucking Lobo.”

We walked into the town hall hand in hand, as though we were going grocery shopping. Teddy had already submitted the papers the previous day, so all we needed to do was go and sign a register, and change my name.

(Y/N) Lobo. (Y/N) Lobo! It took an hour, an hour of sitting hand in hand, giving testimony that we were fully-present mentally. But by the end of it, I was Teddy’s, and he was mine. And everything he had was mine too, since I had very little in the way of material goods to give him.

Once we were outside, Matthias took some photos of us. My favourite was Teddy gripping my jaw, kissing me fiercely… a taste of what was to come that night, once he got me home. But I wasn’t prepared for the local press, local news teams who had flooded to the town hall on a tip from someone inside. Lights flashed in our faces, and Teddy showed me off like a prize. I hated every second of it. But this was the life I’d just signed up for. I put my hand up to cover my face, but Teddy took it and pulled it down, squeezing just a little too harshly.

Teddy put his mouth by my ear, kissing the hollow of my jaw.

“You’re mine now, baby,” he murmured. “If you think you can hide yourself away in shame… you clearly haven’t been paying any fucking attention…” I looked at him, and while he was smiling, there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

Something dark. Something sinister.

Something that made me question whether or not I’d made the right choice…

(I'm so sorry @broccolithebunni for playing with your emotions like this. Actually I'm not. AHAHAHA)

[oldfangirl81]

The only thing about rain is the foot I broke in 7th grade aches.

Well it got broken but it wasn't my fault. And it's only part of the reason I am not a fan of Valentine's Day.

Picture it the Saturday before Valentine's Day in 1995.

The middle school is having a dance. You are in the 7th grade and fully believe movies about how awesome school dances will be.

You get all dressed up to look mature. Including old fashioned button up high heel black boots. This is going to be the night. You're already a feminist so you're determined to ask a boy to dance.

You do ask one of your crushes. He says yes but then hides in the boys bathroom until you tell one of his friends to tell him forget it.

So you're sulking a little sitting on one of the wooden indoor bleachers in the gym. You don't realize that you are sitting almost under the basketball hoop.

To your left are three 8th graders, two girls and a boy trying to impress them. In a blink he does a bit of a jump and swings from the hoop showing he could slam dunk if he wanted too.

Problem happens when he lets go of the hoop. Apparently you were under an invisibility spell until then. He lands with his full weight on your foot. As you are starting to process the pain he glares at you for ruining his cool landing. Before going back to girls who coo over how impressive he was.

Manage to get a chaperone's attention who shrugs and doesn't even attempt to help you to where the parents are parked.

You end up in the ER after calling your doc. Because from 6-11 1/2 you were on high doses of steroids daily and so bone density issues are a worry. It was a hairline fracture. You got stuck in a boot. The boy did eventually give you a half hearted apology.

And now almost 30yrs later it still aches when there is cold rain.

End scene.

[twstwonderlandstuff]

Ballin' [I'm serious] (Ace & OC) [Platonic]

The gist is that valencia was tricked into becoming a 'ball' of sorts for the basketball club, since he/she's super small it's all in good fun. Valencia, while (obviously) uncomfortable at first, turns out to actually enjoy it

"Ace, you ASS!" The magicless human of NRC hisses towards his friend, an equally troublesome teenager. "You're just gonna LEAVE me?! With FLOYD?!?"

"Listen, prefect. I love you very much-"

"BULLSHIT-" The defeated prefect screams in retaliation.

"And I want you to know that from the bottom of my heart, I apologize." Ace clasps his hands together with a grin on his face, glinting in clear amusement. "But this is for the good of our friendship."

"Shrimpy, you're so mean~ I mean, we're both here out to have fun and you're just gonna say that~?" Speaking of the devil.

"No, wait, Floyd- FLOYD!"

"Slam- DUNK!"

BAM! The prefect is ceremoniously dunked into the basketball hoop and everybody, even Jamil cheered on as the prefect lays flat on the cushioned floor, breathless.

Ace, ever the betrayer, stands over the prefect, tied up hair blocking the light from shining directly into her eyes.

"See, it wasn't that bad, right- AH!" He finds himself dragged down to the prefect's level, teeth grinding against teeth and all that.

"Listen, Acey-kins. I'll make damn sure Riddle finds out what you did yesterday, 'kay babe?" Valencia finishes with a smile of promise. She then stands up and runs towards the door, going to do as promised.

"Hey, the ball's running away!" Ace shouts with a smirk. That ass.

"That's not how it works." Jamil replies, easily blocking the door out. "Sorry, prefect, but you'll have to be game for now."

"What-! Ah, come on!"

A plan fallen completely into ruins, but from the smile that smirches the prefect's face, one wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

*

"Dude, it wasn't that bad, right?" Ace chuckles sheepishly, even as the now injured prefect sits across from him, bandaged from head to toe. "Okay, it's bad, yea."

"In my defense, I did not know you were going to THROW ME!" Valencia's voice rises in volume as Ace flinches. "Really, you dickhead, God."

She snorts, moving to tussle his hair. "You're gonna be takin' care of me from now on 'till I get better, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah... 'm sorry."

"What was that? Couldn't hear you over that guilt-ridden voice there, Acey-kins."

"I'm... sorry. I didn't mean to actually hurt you like that." The boy winces.

"Yeah, I know. I just wanted to hear you say 'yer sorry, 's all, but that means..." The prefect pinches Ace's nose. "You'll be helpin' me around Ramshackle, yeah? These floors don't clean themselves, you know..."

"Yeah, I know, I know."

"...hey. I mean it. No hard feelings, Ace. I know ya didn't mean it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"...thanks."

"Sure. Acehat."

"Wha- dude! We had a vibe going on and everything!"

"Did we~?"

"You ass!"

[nicksheri]

flash fiction: $42

florus russell counts the money she took from her father’s wallet, just $36 nothing even close to what she needs, she thought it’d be there with all the money she’s seen that bastard walking around with over the past week or so, like he’d won the lottery, passing it out to her brothers, here buy yourself some smokes, buy yourself a nice night with a prostitute, and don’t forget to buy yourself the condoms, buy yourself some pot or whatever asshole—but here she needs to pay off a gambling debt, she told him about it, a little obliquely, she owed about $500 she borrowed from a friend, and would he mind spotting her for a few weeks?—

not that her friend she owed, olson, would break her legs

or anything, nothing mafioso-like, they did sleep together a few times, and she did promise him at one time that they were an item, girlfriend and boyfriend, and she even put her arm around his shoulder a few times and kissed his cheek, all in public, and he asked if she loved him, and she said yes, meaning kind of, but no not at all—and this was all after he lent her the money to make that no-doubt basketball bet on the san antonio spurs, to beat the spread of just 5 points over the denver nuggets, and it was all good with 2 minutes left, up by 6, denver hardly even trying to win, with only 3 games left before season end, playoff hopes long gone, give some bettors a break, they needed it more than those basketball millionaires—but no denver decides that they’re going to show up the rookie bench players that the spurs would put out there for a meaningless games like this, and denver’s players start stealing balls, running to the hoop, a ball dribble behind the back, and then slam-a-dam hanging dunk, the tiny crowd of 800 or whatever in the denver arena all get it with their phones, and cheer, and then all egged on denver does it again, why not nothing to lose except for the bettors needing denver to lose by at least 5 points—but those 2 slam-a-dams totalling 4 points was enough to bring it within 2 points and florus loses the bet and her $500—

olson would come around on the money he’s owed,

he’d almost certain bring it up at their next bed session, after they’d finish, while putting his shirt on, bare naked down below, and he’d look up at the ceiling quizzically, like as if to say there’s something that i’ve been meaning to ask you and i can’t totally remember what, and oh, yeah, right, you owe me $500 bitch, so when are you going to pay that up?—before she was so confident that she’d be sitting on $2,000 or so with her betting win and she’d happily slap it right back in his hand and what not, and not in neat $100s but like this bundle of odd cash, some $5s and and a lot of $10s and a good amount of $20s, random $1s and a suspicious couple of $2s, just to make him count it, to watch him count it on his bare-assed lap next, and see just how much he’d complain, but honestly buddy if we’re and item and you loved me and you wanted to be with me and you want your money at the same time then there, this is how it looks, bundled random cash with love—

it’s what happens, like that, when you start small,

$36 here, another $5 found in some pants in the laundry room, $7 from backpack of cheryl at work who goes to the bathroom too much and she deserves to get stolen from, and right a handful of quarters from the piggy bank, as her cousin where that piggy bank is—but just out of good faith, instead of waiting for the awkward moment when he would remember about the money, florus would spare him the embarrassment—she calls him says they can meet at the park to walk some, pick up some licorice, and take the only dirt path in the park, might be a bit muddy should wear some hiking boots, yes right—and then she says ah yes, i remember that money you lent me for that bet, that i told you went bad right, and you know they lost, no such thing as a sure thing—and olson says, no such thing as a good idea to bet on a meaningless game you could have waited for the playoffs—florus says, playoffs are unpredictable, but apathy by a team just waiting for the season to end is more a sure thing—olson rolls his eyes and slows down his step—florus pulls the money out of her jacket pocket, $42, and she says, this should get us started, a little bit or a little more every week, and we’ll be fine my love—

[aomine-in-gensokyo]

Hey guys, Daiki Aomine here

I've been watching this match for a while, and I'll say Juza, you've done a great job keeping up a good fight. Karen is a powerful opponent in her own right, but I know damn well Juza has what it takes. In fact, I challenged him to a basketball match during the downtime. I could tell he has the determination to win. So, Juza, do what you do.

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hey everyone!! juza is only 5% down right now with 2 days left!! its not too late for him to catch up!! since were getting higher into the tournament i wanted to draw something for him! and since basketball is like the theme of my blog juza can now do a slam dunk!!

[Image ID: A drawing of Juza Hyodo performing a backwards slam dunk. He is holding onto the rim of a basketball hoop as the ball falls behind him. His expression is that of anger to represent his determination. He wears a navy blue jacket, a white undershirt, and dark gray pants. His jacket has the number 10 on it. End ID]

so to anyone who hasnt voted yet, please vote for juza!! the a3! fans have been really passionate and supportive for their guy!!

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Aijou Karen: "one night, when she was little, Karen and her best friend Hikari went to see a play together. they loved it so much they both decided to become theater actresses together. now, Karen is attending the prestigious theater training school Seisho Academy, learning not just acting, but singing and dancing too. and she's getting better all the time. it's just as she says: "The Stage Girl Aijou Karen is evolving day by day!""

Juza Hyodo: "Juza had been wanting to be an actor since middle school, but because of his scary appearance he didn't get to try it until his senior year of high school. He wanted to act in order to "become someone else", but in the process of acting he learnt to embrace himself instead, and to use that as fuel for his acting. He's extremely passionate and this passion is contagious to his fellow troupemates. He may not be the leader of the troupe, but he sure is its heart. Despite his wanting to change himself at the start, even from his initial scenes he's ready to face who he is, and to show vulnerability on stage. This and passion are key attributes for any performer to have."

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