#meet Yanna

[azzifuddslover]

༯ OFF THE COURT — CHAPTER TWO 𝜗𝜚

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

themes: angst, jealousy

tw: swearing (i think that’s all?)

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i had fun with this chapter! excited to continue writing 😋 i had to ofc add the lil dijonai & lyss foul haha. also if u have any one shot suggestions please please lemme know! enjoy

“oh my goodness, hi!” nika pulled each one of the freshmen into a warm embrace. “we’re so excited to have you guys here!”

we? paige thought to herself, that she didn’t dare speak out loud.

“we’re excited to be here!” caroline smiled at the three older girls, as aubrey and azzi hugged.

paige purposefully put distant between herself and the curly headed brunette, not wanting to start arguments her first day.

“so, where do you guys wanna see next?” aubrey questioned, while paige remained silent, keeping to herself.

“you tell us,” ashlynn said, excitedly.

“alright,” nika slung her arm around paige’s shoulder, “let’s go show you the dorms then.”

as the seven girls made their way to the dorm rooms, azzi walked behind aubrey who led the way, while nika and paige placed themselves in the back.

“you good, p?” nika whispered, “it’s unlike you to be this quiet.”

paige plastered a smile on her face, “all good, nik.”

“no, seriously, what’s up?”

“i’m fine, really. just tired,” she reassured her close friend, gently squeezing her shoulder.

minutes later the girls arrived at the dorms when nika spoke up.

“i think it’s best to divide into groups so we can still get lunch. aubrey, show caroline and yanna your room, paige show azzi yours and i’ll show ash mine.”

of course nika would place azzi with paige. alone.

“um, i’ll take ashlynn,” paige suggested, but it was too late. ashlynn was already off with nika, aubrey was leading carol and yanna to her dorm.

azzi stood awkwardly in the hallway, eyes focused on the floor, as paige glanced once at her before taking off to her room.

“cmon,” she muttered, passing azzi.

azzi was hesitant to follow, but she did regardless, keeping her head low while nerves twisted in her stomach. azzi couldn’t remember the last time she was alone with paige, if ever. the pair have clearly never gotten along, so she was nervous to see where this would go.

paige opened the door to her dorm, that she shared with another teammate, dorka, who happened to be laying in her bed.

“hey dorka,” paige said, announcing her presence along with azzi’s.

“hey p,” dorka looked at her, then at the freshmen, “who’s this?”

“one of the new freshmen, azzi.”

dorka smiled at azzi in a reassuring manner, then pulled her in for a quick hug. “welcome to uconn, azzi!”

azzi gently hugged the older girl back, feeling less nervous with dorka being there. “happy to be here.”

“you’re going to love it. i’m a transfer, and its absolutely amazing. the girls are all so great, geno can be a bit tough, but he means well,” dorka explained.

azzi was genuinely excited for her start at university of connecticut. she’s always kept uconn as an option for her future school, and finally was able to commit just a few weeks ago. she figured it’d be the best fit for her, despite paige being here.

“well, i told lou i’d meet her in the dining hall, so i’ll catch y’all later,” dorka said, grabbing her bag and phone before quickly leaving.

the silent in the small dorm was haunting. paige’s eyes were focused on her phone, while azzi motionlessly stood against the wall, waiting for any sort of conversation.

“so, do you like it here so far?” paige asked, finally breaking the silence.

azzi looked over at paige, “it’s nice, yeah. the girls seem nice.”

“that’s good,” paige replied.

“are you excited to meet-“

“you don’t have to make small talk, paige. we both know you aren’t happy with me committing here,” azzi bite out.

paige scolded her eyes, “you’re right. i’m not happy with you being here. but i can’t change it, can i?”

“nope, you can’t. let’s just ignore each other like we’ve always have.”

secretly, paige didn’t want to ignore azzi. she couldn’t. but she pretended to did it anyway.

“fine by me,” paige shouted, walking towards the door.

“where are you going? this is literally your room!”

“anywhere else but here, with you. go catch up with nika or something,” paige muttered as she left, leaving azzi staring at the door.

it was the first day of practice with the new additions to the uconn team, and paige successfully avoided azzi at all costs. whenever the team got together, they’d always converse with other players, never daring to look each other’s way.

paige brought the basketball up the court during a 5v5 match. she directed the players on her team to her liking, then passed it to lou who made the open 3 shot. aubrey secured the rebound, threw it off to azzi, who began to bring it to the opposing net. paige, of course, was right on her heels, defending her. azzi noticed the blonde from the corner of her eye, looking unbothered as ever.

reaching the 3 point line with paige right there, azzi considers all the potential lanes to the basket. when nika, part of the opposing team, goes to defend aubrey, azzi sprints through an open lane, going for the layup.

paige was quick to notice her plan, though. she blocked the ball from entering the basket, hitting azzi in the process. it was an obvious foul.

“hey, that’s a foul!” azzi shouted.

paige, who’s grinning to herself, adverted her eyes to the brunette. “no it wasn’t, it was clean.”

“bullshit!”

“you’re just mad you can’t make a shot on me,” paige replied.

“please. like i haven’t done it before!” azzi exclaimed loud enough for heads to turn.

“ladies!” coach auriemma interrupted their argument, “make sure to stay after practice.”

for goodness sake, paige thought to herself.

“this is all your fault,” paige whispered, loud enough for only azzi could hear.

azzi simply rolled her eyes at paige’s remark. she wasn’t going to let the older girl distract her further; she’s already done it enough.

practice quickly came to a close; azzi managed to put distance between herself and paige, not wanting to cause any more trouble than she already had.

each one of the basketball players made their way out of the gym, while azzi and paige anxiously remained, waiting for coach.

his office door opened, “come on in.”

paige took the left chair as azzi took the right, both not saying a word. coach auriemma looked pissed.

“your behaviors is unacceptable. if you both want to help this team succeed, we’ll all need to get along, including you two. especially you guys. you both are two of the best players we have, and i’m going to need y’all to quit it with the bickering and focus on the game. am i clear?”

“yes, coach,” paige and azzi say in unison.

“alright then. with that being said, go out to eat with one another. get to know each other. i don’t know what caused your disliking of each other, but it’s got to change immediately,” geno auriemma instructed the girls.

paige’s eyes widen as azzi shifted uncomfortably in her seat, clearly not pleased with his suggestion. but azzi was new, and she only wanted to please her coach.

“that sounds fine by me,” azzi said, despite her brain saying she’d rather do anything else.

paige stole a glance at the younger girl, before also agreeing.

“good. when tomorrow comes around, i better not hear any arguments. and if i do, the pair of you will face further consequences. am i understood?”

paige nodded her head rapidly, “yes coach.”

“so, where do you wanna go?” azzi questioned the blonde after exiting coach auriemma’s office.

paige rolled her eyes, “we aren’t actually going anywhere together. if you thought that, you’re crazy.”

azzi couldn’t help but be slightly shocked that paige would lie to their coach. “paige, i’m not getting into more trouble just because of you. look, i don’t want to go anywhere with you either, but we have no choice. let’s just get it over with.”

paige absorbed azzi’s words, carefully considering them. “alright, fine,” she sighed, “where too?”

“do you like chick fa la?”

“uh, yeah. who doesn’t? that’s like asking if i breath air.”

after a silent car ride with paige driving and azzi being the passenger princess, the two ordered their meals and sat in an open booth, facing one another.

paige continued not to look azzi in the eye. azzi, however, was harshly glaring at the older girl. “are you going to ignore me forever or actually acknowledge we’re teammates?”

paige finally locked gazes with azzi, “i was planning to ignore you forever.”

azzi couldn’t help but softly chuckle, “of course you were.”

paige lips rose at the sight of azzi’s breathtaking smile, “you make it impossible, though.”

“oh, really? it seems you’ve been doing it pretty damn well for as long as i’ve known you.”

paige didn’t dare to tell her that ignoring azzi is the hardest thing someone could do. it wasn’t just her skills on the court, that could make anyone, including paige, second-guess their game. it was the way azzi carried herself, making everything she did seem effortless, even when it wasn’t. her silent confidence and her ability to make everyone feel included even in a busy crowd. paige hated how much she admired the young girl from afar; how looking at azzi made her forget about everything and everyone around her. it was impossible to ignore a girl like azzi.

instead, paige settled on, “you’re just a pretty good player. i always notice good players.”

after swallowing a bite of a chicken nugget, azzi leaned her elbows on the table, a small smirk lingering on her face. “so now you admit to me being good?”

paige couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her comment regarding USA basketball days. “whatever, whatever.”

azzi laughed to herself, and continued to enjoy her meal, while paige also focused on eating rather than the conversation.

azzi and paige eventually relaxed to each other’s presence, feeling more comfortable than before. they discussed the challenging classes they were taking and geno’s firm coaching methods; the girls began to somewhat enjoy each others company, when a boy around their age walked up to their table.

paige and azzi both looked up at the man, who was directly eyeing the brunette. azzi’s cheeks reddened at the sudden attention.

“can we help you?” paige asked, making the man turn to look at her.

“yeah, uh, i was wondering if i could get your number? you’re, like, really pretty,” the man said to azzi.

her cheeks were basically inflamed at this point, “uh,” she tried to think of the words, “sure, i guess?”

paige scoffed at azzi’s interaction with this random guy. they were finally talking and she had to ruin it. paige clenched her fists and suddenly rose from the table, causing the man and azzi to look at her.

“i’m going to the car,” paige announced, taking off before azzi could get another word out.

after paige’s exit, the boy looked helplessly at azzi, beaming regardless of paige’s reaction. he was pretty cute, but azzi didn’t have the time to focus on anything but basketball and her classes.

“i’m kameron, by the way,” he said.

“i’m azzi, but i gotta go, sorry,” azzi replied, trying to hurry out of there as soon as possible.

“wait, your number—“ but azzi was already out the door.

azzi climbed into the passenger seat, immediately aware that this ride will be even more awkward than the one they previously had.

paige’s grip on the steering wheel caused her knuckles to turn white. when azzi noticed, she softly asked, “are you okay?”

“are you kidding me, azzi? we were finally getting along and you had to ruin it by giving some dude attention. what the actual fuck?”

“it wasn’t my fault he came up to me!” azzi shouted at paige.

“you could’ve said no! but instead you agreed right in front of me!”

azzi gaped at paige, “why do you care who asks me for my number?”

“i don’t!” paige answered defensively, although it was a complete lie.

“what are you, jealous?”

paige’s cheeks tinted at her comment, “don’t be silly, azzi.” she turned on the car and began driving down the road.

arriving back on campus, paige instantly took off without as much as a glance at azzi. after their short argument in the car, paige blasted music to avoid further comments from azzi.

azzi scrolled into her dorm that she shared with caroline, letting out an aggravated sigh.

“you good, girl?” carol asked azzi, with her eyebrows drawn together.

“yeah. coach auriemma made me and paige go out to eat, trying to make us get to know one another. complete bullshit, if you ask me.”

“why don’t y’all like each other, anyway?” carol questioned her friend.

“i don’t know! i have no idea what i did to her. she’s hated me ever since USA basketball,” azzi complained.

caroline looked around in confusion. “wait, so what went down when you guys were out?”

“we were actually talking, without arguing, and a guy came up, asking for my number. paige just got up and left. then in the car, she got all pissing and screamed how i said yes ‘right in front of her,’” azzi made quotations with her fingers.

caroline laughed at azzi’s explanation. “what?” azzi smiled.

“she was jealous!”

although azzi accused paige of being jealous earlier, she didn’t exactly believe it to be true. how could paige be jealous of someone hitting on azzi? she hated her.

“no, trust me, she wasn’t. she was just upset for some reason.”

“oh my god, she’s totally in love with you or something,” carol suggested as azzi turned pink.

“caroline, she’s not. she’s constantly avoiding me and is always mean. does that really should like her liking me?”

carol held out her hands like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “um, yes!”

azzi couldn’t comprehend how caroline got the impression that paige was in love with her. that was beyond crazy. paige’s hatred for azzi has been going strong ever since USA basketball tryouts. there was just no way.

practice the next day was going smoothly; paige and azzi didn’t interact much, like the usual, which didn’t cause geno to enable further consequences for the young girls. azzi was showing off her 3 point shooting skills, while paige continued to be an assist machine.

it was time for another 5v5, and of course paige and azzi were on opposing teams. azzi drained 3 after 3, getting impressive looks from her teammates as well as the two coaches.

a long rebound ended up near the 3 point line, to which azzi managed to secure it. however, she didn’t see the older blonde who was also going for the rebound right behind her. paige crashed into azzi, knocking her to the floor face first. paige maintained her standing position, with each one of her legs around azzi’s torso.

without thinking, paige reached down to place both hands on azzi’s hips, gently pulling her up. azzi’s ass was flush against paige’s front, sending unwelcome feelings throughout the blonde’s body.

there’s a brief moment of awkward silence, azzi still slightly disoriented from the fall. paige’s hands lingered on azzi’s hips a second too long, not that azzi made any hint to move them. she can feel the older girls hands on her body, steady and warm, making her heart skip a beat in her chest.

“you good?” paige whispered, practically in the curly brunette’s ear, given the distance between the girls.

“yeah, thanks,” azzi replied breathlessly, trying desperately to hide the flush creeping up her neck.

after noticing her lingering hands on the hips of azzi, paige removes them acting as calm as possible. paige notices a shift in tone and smirks, teasing the younger girl, “didn’t think i hit you that hard.”

azzi responds with a snark of her own, “i’m not fragile, you know,” attempting to look tougher than she truly is.

paige’s smirk widens as she allows her eyes to take in the sight of azzi. messy bun, leg sleeve, practice jersey slightly ruffled. she looked good.

“like what you see?” azzi commented on paige’s wandering eyes.

embarrassed, paige looks away, “you wish.”

azzi softly chuckles as the freshmen makes her way over to caroline and yanna, ready to continue the 5v5.

in a dais, paige stands motionless in the spot of her and azzi’s interaction, silently wishing she could have one more excuse to talk to her.

but the older girl didn’t, so she walked back into position, ready for the next play to come.

[ellehoops]

21 WIT NO KIDS

masterlist

i know you wanna see, know you wanna be in my b.e.d

one. player p

girls were a place holder for p. come and go. cum. and. go. they blew up her phone at all times. it was ironic really, she could go to an away game and fuck a girl in the opposite teams jersey. player p was insatiable. when she saw something she wanted, she wouldn’t stop till her got it.

and shit, she wanted gwenyth grey. from the second her fine ass walked into the gym on media day paige’s sophomore year, she knew. she’d be tapping that, whether it be today or next year.

she knew flattery doesn’t work on girls like gwen. she also knew gwen doesn’t like athletes, which was a known. after a freshman kk tried to hit on her. that resulted in a laugh straight to kk’s face. the kicked puppy look was made fun of for weeks after that.

after paige bought gwen a vodka soda she walked over to the booth all her friends were sitting at. she pinched yanna and glared at her. soon, without the barrier, paige slid into the seat beside gwen. setting her drink in front of her.

“here, g.” paige whispered in gwen’s ear, gwen smiled to paige before turning her attention back to morgan who was telling her about her recent visit home. paige rolled her eyes before meeting azzi’s gaze from across the table.

azzi smirked at her before asking morgan a question, taking her from her conversation with gwen.

gwen smirked, knowing the “rizz” that p was so known for was going to come out.

paige leaned back in the booth and adjusted her hips, bucking up and settling back down. her arm went behind gwen, who was trying to hide her chuckling.

paige thought this was it, gwen would be in her bed by the end of the night. “so, ma, how my photos lookin’.” paige kept her eyes low as her gaze fell down gwen’s top.

“i don’t know, they don’t look as good as my tits. do they?” gwen leaned her head on her palm, elbow rested on the table. kk smirked and shook her head, knowing gwen was eating this up. she broke player p.

paige sat with her mouth slightly open, tongue darting out to wet her lips. her gaze still down gwen’s top. “no, they don’t.”

gwen looked, amused, to kk. “p, whatcha doing?” aubrey rang out from the other side of the table. paige’s eyes snapped up from gwen’s chest. her face flushed. the girls howled in laughter. “fuck yall, bro.”

she narrowed her eyes at the shorter girl, “especially you, kamorea.”

everyone gasped, “government is crazy. excuse me ladies.” gwen laughed before patting paige’s thigh to get up. paige swallows hard before sliding out of the seat, offering her hand to gwen who was standing up.

“m’lady.” paige jokingly bowed. gwen rolled her eyes, “always the gentlewoman. especially when you text the hoes, right?” gwen whispered the last part so only paige heard. paige chuckled humorlessly, giving gwen’s ass a tap as she walked away. “you got my number, ma, text whenever.”

gwen walked away and whispered, “i’m gonna make you wish you were dead.” a grin blooming on her face. maybe she should entertain this, humble player p. paige had a self smug smirk on her face as she manspread in the booth.

after gwen had gathered jackie and gotten her drunk ass home, they laid in bed talking about their night. jackie was still tipsy but only enough to make her giggly which made gwen’s eyes twitch a bit.

“so you and paige were pretty close, yeah?” jackie said, barely looking at the shitty rom com movie on. gwen smiled at jackie, “i mean i know she likes me.”

“but you don’t do athletes.” jackie whispered before taking a swig out of gwen’s waterbottle.

“i’m not doing shit. paige ain’t hitting, that’s for sure. but maybe i can’t flirt back and then ghost her. maybe humble her a little bit.”

……..

“bro, paige, gwen was feeling you!” kk hit the blonde on the back at practice the next morning. paige smirked and put her hands up. caroline, who was standing beside them grimiced, like she was embarrassed for them. Her eyes met aubrey’s who just shook her head with a laugh. “you guys don’t actually think she was into you, right?”

paige and kk looked to caroline, confused. “she was feelin’ me, i swear bruh! when she got up she touched my thigh.”

aubrey just laughed and walked away leaving caroline to just shake her head and continue shooting threes. paige looked to kk with shock, “i’m not faking that shit.”

soon geno came back and barked orders at them. about thirty minutes into their practice, gwen showed up. her curls back from their straightened shape, but slightly looser from the heat she’d been using on her hair. her uconn soccer hoodie fell over her, in a slouchy way. she was obviously tired, but not hungover.

gwen settled in the seats in the practice gym. she pulled her hair into a clip, showing her chunky gold hoops, before slipping on her glasses then setting up her camera equipment. paige and gwen lock eyes, she lets out a open mouth cocky smile and a wink. she’s about to roll her eyes but remembers she’s supposed to be breaking player p, so she smiles and waves. before snapping a photo of her smiling with a basketball. looking from behind her camera to see paige smiling and shaking her head.

“you’re gonna be the death of me gwenyth grey.” paige whispered to herself before stealing one last glimpse of the girl fiddling with her camera.

at the end of practice after the girls got out of the post practice circle with geno, gwen began packing up her stuff. she looked up to see azzi and ice smiling down at her. “hey.” gwen smiled, looking back down to put her things in her tote bag.

“hey, gwen. we are going a movie night, just wondering if you’d like to go. you can bring jackie if you want. but we’d love to have you.” azzi’s voice was soft as velvet. always kind and smooth. ice had to chip in, “and seeing paige around you makes me piss myself.” azzi smiled but pinched ice’s side. “she’s kidding.” they all let out an awkward laugh before gwen stood up, still shorter than them though.

“no, yeah, that’s cool. where?” gwen asked as she opened her contacts, handing her phone to azzi to put her number in.

azzi grabbed it and put her number in, “paige and i’s dorm. i’ll text you. i can’t believe you don’t have my number, ive known you since freshman year.”

gwen smiled at the two girls and said her farewells and began to walk out.

shit this was gonna be so much fun.

girl you know the deal, i gotta keep it real.

heyy guys….. sorry this took a while, school is kicking my ass.

[scooby1723]

Love that they have a place they can all grow their faith. Paige, Azzi, KK, Aubrey, Caroline, Ice & Yanna at the first fall meeting for the Christian Ministry at UConn

[naomis-daydream]

make a move // ayanna patterson

summary: as the season comes to a close and soon, the semester, ayanna realizes her time to admit her feelings for the sports medicine intern is sooner than anticipated.

warnings: not really proofread

a/n: #haven’tpostedinmonths

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may 2024, storrs, connecticut

with the loss of final four and conclusion of the ‘23-‘24 season, a heavy feeling weighed on uconn’s women’s basketball team. alongside the season’s end, the school year was coming to a close, inevitably leading to the separation of the team until summer session.

the gymnasium was quiet, the hum of the overhead lights buzzed throughout the building. ayanna’s sneakers squeaked against the floors as she made her way to the physiotherapy office. well, less so the office, more so the person she knew would be in it.

two light knocks on the wooden door cause your head to perk up from the assorted boxes on your desk.

“hey, yanna,” you say, putting the top on the final box of your belongings.

“hey,” she says softly, hands sliding into her pockets. “clearing out?”

a sigh escapes your lips. “yeah, just grabbing the last of my stuff before they kick me out.”

the taller girl laughs, shaking her her head. “they could never kick you out,” she argues, “you’re like the glue of this whole thing. the place would practically crumble without you”

“awh, i wouldn’t say all of that,” you chide, shaking your head.

so humble the taller girl thinks. you never were good at taking compliments. “seriously, you helped so many of us this year, on and off the court. i honestly don’t know if i would’ve made it to the end of the season without you.”

your head quirks up at the comment, eyes meeting hers from her position against the doorframe. “bullshit,” you reply. “your shoulder may have taken you out the game physically, but the mental one? the emotional? that was all up to you.”

“half of those workouts you had me doing in PT definitely pushed the mental,” she says, a small smile on her lips.

you chuckle at the memory, the months spent with the team, notably number 34, drilling exercises and strength training stretches to accelerate the healing process. you put your hand up in defense walking around to the front of your desk, “just doing my job. and a damn good one at that. with all your hard work, we got you cleared for summer session.”

ayanna hums in agreement, “yeah, it helped that i had you in my ear the entire time. couldn’t chicken out on any of my sets.”

you sit on the edge of the now-empty desk, sighing. “i’m gonna miss bossing you around.”

“really?” she asks incredulously, pushing off the doorframe to walk up to you. “that’s all you’re gonna miss?”

“hmm, maybe you too. a little bit.”

“ohh, just a little bit?”

“yeah, just a little bit.”

she’s closer to you now, just arms length away. as the room falls quiet, your eyes stay focused on hers, the both of you trying and failing to suppress smiles.

you liked ayanna. she’s cute, and funny, and someone you admired from afar since joining the team’s student staff. you never really spoke one on one with her outside of pre-screening at before the start of the season. she was a year younger than you, and since she was healthy, there was never much reason to interact so, you kept to yourself.

you waved in hallways and greeted one another in hanging out in groups, but never escaped surface level. it wasn’t until she got injured that you truly got to know her. during warm ups, check ins, and especially PT did you bond with ayanna.

you talked about everything under the sun this past season. family, life back home, how tough it is to balance school, social life, and so much in between as a d1 college athlete.

you listened with intent, sharing your life with her as well. unbeknownst to you, you were her rock during her road to recovery. someone she looked forward to seeing during physical therapy.

during the entire process, you still found her attractive, but wanted to focus on her recovery rather than any distractions. you never had any signs in the past of feelings being reciprocated, so why think about them now?

little did you know, the basketball player’s thoughts lingered with what if’s and what could be’s of you. if she could just, built up the courage to actually ask you out. she’d been getting teased relentlessly by jana and kk about her obvious attraction to you, and how you always had a tender touch when it came to ayanna.

which brings you to now. the end of the season, and school year at that. uconn’s athletic center would soon close til the coming semester, and with it, her chance to tell you how much she’s enjoyed her time with you, and would like the chance to enjoy your company off the court and off campus.

it’s only after she clears those thoughts in her head that she realizes she’s just been staring at you, head tilted to the side, eyes following hers with that smile on your face. the same one that made her words falter and fail whenever you came close.

great, now she’s looking at your lips.

thankfully, you break the silence and bring her eyes back to yours with a gentle, “what, not gonna miss me, patterson?”

she paused, looking yo as if she was pondering her response, uttering a small, yet teasing, “just a little bit.”

you stand up from your seated position, closing the distance between you two as you fold your arms. “it’s our last day, everyone’s out packing or partying, and you came all the way down here just to tell me that?” you ask.

“no,” she replies, drawing out the vowel, “i came all the way down here to give you this.” ayanna shrugs her bag off her shoulder, unzipping the front pocket to pull out a jersey reading patterson, 34.

your gaze drops to her hands, holding the surprise. your lips gape as you look back up to her, meeting hopeful eyes.

“since you’ll be able to see me on the court next season, figured you’d need a number to rep,” she pauses, “mine’s okay, right?”

you shake your head, “okay? this is more than okay, yanna, oh my gosh,” you utter, taking the jersey and holding it up to you.

you look down at the jersey once more, than back up to her. “thank you so much.”

“it’s no problem,” she assures, smiling down at you, still gazing at the shirt. “but there is one more thing i came down here for.”

you look back up to her, brows furrowed as her eyes trace your features.

“i don’t wanna have to miss you over the summer,” she begins. “i wanna us to talk and hang out outside of,” she looks around for a second, “here…i want to be with you. and i hope you want that that too.”

the smile you’d been fighting since she walked in was proudly on display now, accompanied by the warmth you felt rushing to your cheeks. the small gap between the two of you is closed when you wrap your arms around her neck, giving her the reply she’d been waiting for with baited breath.

“yeah,” you whisper against her skin, pulling back to see her, “i’d like that.”

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a/n: rushed ending ahhh don’t haze me. need to get this out the drafts and get out of writer’s block bear with me

[yuri-is-online]

sometimes i think about how ace would react upon meeting skully because seeing him punching air about this dude (that should totally NOT trust) kissing yuu's hand and all that affectionate mannerism 😭 yanna spared the poor dude

Honestly Sebek really is the only one of the first years who works with Skully. He's a fan of old fashioned manners and romances, so it might be weird that Skully kisses your hand, but only in a "you should have asked for permission" sort of way.

Ace? Let's just say he's punching more than just the air lol

[yannasuniverse]

I got you forever

Paring: KK Arnold x mom!reader

Summary: Your mom had died due to bad heart problems and your father was never in the picture so you had to step up to take care of your younger brother how was a freshman in high school while your a freshman in college soon you started dating kk but haven’t told her about your brother scared that she will leave you, kk starts to get suspicious why you been sneaking around her so she decides to confront you���

Warnings: a little Arguing. my bad spelling

From yanna: I didn’t mean to make this so long😭 I hope y’all like it but am back to writing finally😌

“Brandon hurry up before you be late!” you yelled from the kitchen. it was your brother first day of high school you wanted it to be perfect.

“I’m ready, can you with my hair?” putting your keys in your pocket as you nod your head pushing him to the bathroom “get the gel and brush out, I be there in a minute”.

Walking to your room grabbing the box on your dresser. walking into the bathroom to see Brandon on his phone “Here you can open it now or later” handing him the box as you took his hair out of his ponytail.

he opened the box to see a necklace with a picture with you and him, he started at it for a sec you looked at him nervous “do you like it?” he nodded his head a smile coming on his face “yeah I like it thank you but you didn’t have to get me this” shrugging your shoulders slightly “I know but I wanted to”

A hour Later!

Walking up to kk dorm, you had drop off Brandon at school happy knowing he was going to enjoy high school.

The door open to a angry kk, walking in with confused look on your face “kk what wrong?” you ask only to be ignored calling out her name a couple of times. getting frustrated as she sat on the couch on her phone “kk answer me and stop being petty”.

kk turned her head towards you with no emotion on her face “Where were you?, you was supposed to pick me up so when can go on our date” her tone was demanded making you nervous.

“I over slept am sorry, I been stress over school you know that” you said half the of the truth, kk rolled her eyes not blelive any of it “Yeah yeah sure”.

“What that supposed to mean?” crossing your arms as you look at kk disbelief on your face “nothing i believe you” “you know I don’t care be mad all you want am leaving” kk looks at you not saying anything once again “Fine act like that then” you say walking out the door slamming the door as your did.

1 Week Later!

It’s been a week since you talk to kk you could admit it. It was petty but you couldn’t tell her about Brandon not yet at least or maybe never, you been down all week but trying to hide it from Brandon but knowing you can’t.

“Sis what’s wrong you been sad all week don’t think I didn’t notice” turning your head to look at your brother knowing you can’t hide anything from him “Me and kk got into fight” he sits next you putting his arms around you “What was it about?”.

laughing a bit about how stupid it is “Um just me not making enough time for her” “is it because of me?” Quickly shaking your head at his question looking down at your lap “No never it’s just that I haven’t told her about you” you say quietly “What?, you said you tell her” letting out a huff “I know but am Scared she leave me” Brandon moves his arm from around you making you face him all the way “Look if she loves you she wouldn’t mind if you have a kid”.

Laughing at his seriousness but nodding your head “Your right, do you want to meet her tomorrow?” “Mhm I guess but if I don’t like her she gotta go” he joked but half serious “Ok ok little boy, now let’s go make dinner” getting up wrapping your arm around your brother shoulder walking to the kitchen.

The Next Day!

You and Brandon waited at kk dorm door nervous sat in your body waiting for someone to open the door.

The door was open by Paige who stared at you then Brandon she point at Him then putting two together you open your mouth to say something before you hear kk shout “Paige who’s at the door?!” Feeling nervous as Paige let’s y’all in, you see kk on the couch watching a game one of her favorite shows “Paige omg who’s at the door!” kk yelled once again going silent once she saw you her face scrunching up in confusion.

“who’s this” she ask looking at your brother who was staring right back at her, you stood there for a bit trying to find the words, feeling a nudge from your brother “come on tell her”.

“Um can we speak just me and you?” you ask not wanting to do this in front of her roommates who were all in the living room.

She gets open from the couch grabbing your hand leading you to her bedroom closing the door behind her, nothing was said for a bit as y’all look at each other “um so that my brother look am sorry fo-” before you could finish kk engulfed you in a hug “it’s ok I understand why” the tears started to fall from your eyes hiding your face in her shoulder as you began to sob as you tried to form words out but nothing came out.

All the worry and nervousness you felt went away as you cried in your girlfriends arms. you soon fell asleep in kk arms, she moved you into a comfortable position walking to her closet grabbing a blanket covering you with it place a soft kiss on your cheek walking out the room closing door quietly behind her.

Walking into the living room seeing Brandon talking to Paige at the table.

Brandon turned his head to looking at kk confused to see her by herself “Where my sister at?” he says in a rude tone.

kk was a little shock at his rudeness but realizing he was just concerned for his sister “She fine. she fell asleep” she says sitting down at the table next to him only to receive a dirty look for him.

“Um so like how old are you??” kk ask not sure what to say “14 I turn 15 in next month” the air awkward as he answered, kk look at Paige for help not knowing what to say.

Paige only shock her head not knowing either,they say in more silence as kk said the first question that came to mind “so do you do any sport?” she watch Brandon face light up at the question as he shook head “Yeah i do track basketball and football I just got into volleyball too” he said he couldn’t hold back his excitement as he continued to talk more about his hobbies. Kk began to feel a smile come on to her face as the watch Brandon talk she could get use to this.

Couple Hours Later!

Opening your eyes looking around the room not seeing kk with you. Getting up walking over to kk closet grabbing a shirt and shorts changing into them.

Walking out the room being meet with kk and Brandon doing just dance as kk roommates recording kk as she lost to Brandon for the 3rd time.

“Bro i hate this game!” kk yelled as your brother laugh at the angry girl, finally turning there head’s hearing you clear your throat. “Hi baby!, how did you sleep?” Kk says walking over to you engulfing you into a hug place kiss all over your face.

“I slept fine kk” wrapping your arms around her, waving at Brandon who give y’all a disgusting look “Can y’all not do this in front of my please” letting out a laugh as moved away from kk walking over to your brother “you be fine now shut up so I can beat you in just dance” you shove him lightly as you start the game.

Kk watch you have fun with your brother, you look so happy even if she didn’t have this in mind for her College experience she just happy to see you happy.

[ereardon]

Before I Knew sneak peek

A Jake Seresin pregnancy fic

“Ducky,” he said, dropping your hands. The familiar nickname on Bob's tongue brought forward a flood of memories: spring weekends flying kites in the nearby park, sitting on the back of a tandem bike with Bob on a trip to Florida to visit your grandparents, the fort the two of you made the one time it snowed two feet in Tennessee in under a day in March. “This is my squad. Guys, meet my sister, Y/N.” 

You tore your gaze from Bob, looking over at the table he was gesturing to, a smile plastered on your face. A beautiful brunette with pearly white teeth and a tight bun was on the far left. That was Phoenix. You had received a handful of letters from Bob talking about her. Next to Phoenix was a handsome, bulky man with a mustache in a plain blue t-shirt. Wow, he was gorgeous. 

Your eyes shifted over one more, breath halting in your throat as your gaze slowly crept up. First you spotted the dog tags. Eerily familiar, but then again, a lot of military guys wore dog tags, right? 

Then the chin. Ridiculously cut jaw, slight bifurcated butt chin that you had found weirdly adorable two nights before. Plump, pink lips, puckered up in a grin. You felt your heart sink. There was only one thing left. You raised your eyes to his. Clear, seafoam green. An ocean in two small orbs. He smiled as you screamed internally. 

Bob’s voice drew you out of your coma. “That’s Bradley.” The mustache man waved a hand. “And Jake Seresin. Hangman.” 

Jake. Your stomach did a sommersalt. 

Last time you had seen him, you had been teetering on the edge of drunk, standing outside of the bar with one hand on the railing, the salty ocean wind licking at the sweat on your collarbone, flicking the ends of your hair up against your chin.

The next moment, his tongue was on your throat, in your mouth, fingers in your hair, pressing your body against the railing of the deck as you whimpered into his lips. 

You had crept out of bed before he woke up. Just a gorgeous, tan, muscular back sticking out beneath crisp white sheets as you tugged on your short dress and called an Uber. You had expected to never see him again. 

And here he was, smirking at you as your brother’s gaze narrowed. 

You had fucked up. Correction. You had fucked Jake Seresin. And that was a major fuck up. 

[First chapter now live]

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Life Day 2024 - Gungi

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Summary: Gungi’s first Life Day post TBB season 2, episode 6, “Tribe”.

Word Count: 1,182

Author’s Note: get this kid some wookiee-ookiees and a juice box STAT!!

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“Wait— Life Day Celebration??” the young Jedi, Gungi, exclaimed. “TONIGHT??”

“Why, of course, dear,” Yanna, the elder of the village, answered with a warm smile. Although, her gaze didn’t meet his. Her eyes were, instead, focused on the vibrant red Life Day robe that sat on top of her lap. She had been working on stitching it up all morning. By the looks of it, it seemed like she was nearly done, too. “You didn’t forget, did you? Oh, I would have thought a cub your age would’ve been counting down the days since the start of the season…” She chuckled lightheartedly.

Gungi furrowed his brows. He opened his mouth, attempting to say something more, but, just as soon as he opened it, he hesitated, closing it again. For a moment, he stood still, wondering if he should even say anything at all. In the silence, Yanna pulled her gaze away from her stitching, shooting a quick glance at the boy, only to be met with something she’s never seen before on a cubs face during Life Day… a face full of concern. Fear.

“Gungi?” Came her voice again, making Gungi flinch as the old wookiee looked at him with kind, but concerned eyes. “Is everything alright, dear?”

Gungi swallowed, “Oh! Uh… y-yeah! Yeah, I’m alright, Elder, really!” He tried to wave nonchalantly. “I’m sorry, I just… y’know, I didn’t get much sleep last night, I was just so excited and-“

“Gungi.” Came Yanna’s voice again, “I know that tone… you’re not telling me the truth.” She said, making Gungi’s heart skip a beat. Dank farrik, she read him like a holo-book. “Please, tell me, what’s REALLY troubling you, dear…”

Gungi was silent for a few more seconds… holding his breath as the Elder’s fixed gaze penetrated through him… It didn’t take long before it finally broke him, as he sighed in defeat.

“Well… I-I don’t know it’s just…- is…” Gungi hesitated. Elder Yanna’s brows furrowed as she attempted to listen, “Is… holding Life Day now really a good idea…?” Gungi finally asked with a cringe.

“Is… celebrating Life Day a good idea?” She repeated, confused. “Gungi, where is this coming from?” She asked.

Gungi hesitated with his response, rubbing his hands together, nervously, “It’s just…” He started. “I don’t know what if…” He swallowed, “What if The Empire comes back here today?”

“Oh, Gungi…” Yanna frowned.

“I know! I know we talked about this, b-but we can’t just drop our guard, right? What if something DOES happen??“

“Gungi, dear, The Empire’s long gone from here, you know that-”

“But you DON’T know that!”

“Gungi…”

“Just because they have’nt come back NOW doesn’t mean they won’t come back EVER! We’re all vulnerable! W-what if they launch an ambush in the middle of the celebration?? What if they try to burn the village down again?? W-what if—?!”

“Gungi!” Yanna spoke sternly, taking Gungi by the shoulders. Gungi flinched, his breath shaky as he starred back at the Elder, her eyes worried as she stared at the trembling cub.

“Breathe…” She whispered.

Gungi swallowed again as he nodded quickly, closing his eyes, remembering the breathing techniques he had been taught by Elder Yanna and the other wookiees of the village. Good for tranquility and stress, he remembered her saying. So slowly… he began breathing in… and then out. In… and then out. In… and then out. In… and then… out.

As he breathed, Gungi began to feel his nerves settle. The worry, the fear—though, not all of it— beginning to leave his body.

“That’s it…” Came Elder Yanna’s voice again as Gungi opened his eyes. “How do you feel?”

“U-uhm….” He swallowed. “A little better…”

“Good…” She smiled, taking a seat in her wooden chair once again. “Come. Sit…” She said, gesturing with a hand. Gungi looked around… there wasn’t any real place for him to sit, really, so… he instead opted to sit on the floor, crossing his legs in front of the Elder.

“Now, Gungi… Do you remember what we talked about in our sessions?” Started Yanna.

“Yes, Elder…”

“And, what did we discuss?”

“That… The Empire won’t come back to the village.”

“That’s right…” Yanna nodded.

“But… Elder, are… you’re sure…?” Gungi asked again, hesitantly. “I know you keep telling me you are but I-I don’t know… I… I just—“ He sighed wearily. “How can I be sure that you’re right?”

Yanna sighed sadly. She honestly couldn’t blame the poor boy for feeling such paranoia. Especially considering what he’s been through at such a young age. He’s lost so much and has been through so much hell, that he was just so afraid of losing it all and falling back in. Into a life where he was constantly on the run, on-edge and fighting just to survive. Just to exist. But she wasn’t going to let that happen to him again. Never again.

“Gungi…” Yanna spoke, taking the boys hands. “The truth is… I, myself, don’t even know if I’m right…” She started, making Gungi look up at her in surprise. “Nobody really knows. It’s like you said; The Empire could come back any day now; days, weeks, months… maybe years. But… the way I see it, we can choose to let our fears of them control us, or we keep living. For ourselves. For the ones we love. And for the ones we lost…” She said, squeezing his hands gently. “And if the day ever comes where they come back… we fight. Fight like hell. But, today, I can say this; Today… the Empire isn’t coming back. The scouts have reported no Imperial activity outside the village. There’s no troops, no trandoshans, no weapons, no fires, no ambush planned at all… it’s just as peaceful as the day when our village claimed victory over them the first time. We’re safe.”

Gungi was silent as he looked back down at Yanna’s hands, holding his.

“But enough about the Empire. Today, they mean nothing. Today… is a day of peace, life, and harmony, and rest… And I think we all deserve that today… wouldn’t you agree?”

Gungi nodded along as Yanna spoke… letting her words sink in. Perhaps she was right. No. She WAS right. 100%. The Empire can try like hell to take everything from them. Their land, their people. But he was going to keep fighting. Keep living. For himself, for the village and for everyone he lost. And there’s not a damn thing they can do about it. Besides… at least for today, he did earn the right to relax. To be a kid for once.

“Now…” Yanna said, pulling her hands away from Gungi, picking up a finished Life Day robe from her lap. “I believe we have a ceremony to attend to…” She smiled, handing it over to Gungi. His eyes lit up like stars seeing it. It was just his size, too.

“Well, go on, try it on.” Yanna chuckled.

“Yes, Elder!” Gungi beamed, “Thank you, Elder!” He said, giving a quick hug to the old wookiee, before darting away to try on his new robe for this years Life Day celebration.

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The whole story (so far) can be found here.

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Duncan thinks about retiring to bed immediately for painfully obvious reasons, but he chooses the kitchen first.

He has lived here barely two weeks, but unpacking the kitchen has taken no time at all. Two plates, two glasses, two forks, and so on. Most of the cupboards were empty. The garbage needs to be taken out, overflowing with two weeks takeout, but the dishes are always done. One plate, one fork, one mug. It doesn’t take much.

He sits in one of his two chairs and lays this tupperware in front of him like a relic. His stomach complains: after a night of eating, a long drive crammed into Paul’s Camaro, and the abuse of the ancient jeans, enough is enough. Duncan hauls off his belt and snaps the button open, releasing a shuddering sigh as he takes a big breath before opening his treasure. Whatever is inside, he only has it until tomorrow.

His mouth floods at the sight of them: cannoli, thick with cream and dark chocolate. Six of them. After everything else.

Was old Duncan a big eater? He must have been. This stomach has not been flat in years. Even now, round and happy after an evening of drinks, desserts, and the most transcendent meat pie Duncan had ever experienced, he doesn’t hesitate to select the biggest cannoli and admit it, unhurried, into his mouth. His goosebumps return as the fresh pastry flakes apart and the cream fills his cheeks. He closes his eyes and sees her, Yanna, dark eyes knowing. She smiles when she hears him groan in pleasure.

Duncan sits back in his chair with a sigh and lays one hand on his belly as he finishes the cannoli. Free from his jeans, he takes a deep breath, filling out and out and out. In his mind, Yanna smiles with pride to see him. Happy and full, because of her, her generosity, and the glorious treats she has lovingly gifted him.

Love language. Duncan didn’t care for the cozy definition Paul came up with. She didn’t feed everyone the way she fed him. This was not just friendship. Duncan reaches into the box and withdraws another cannoli. This was intimacy. This was pleasure.

The second one is better than the first. Duncan sighs as he swallows. He strokes his belly slowly, closing his eyes, imagining her fingers, those weighty, commanding fingers, stroking him too. Impressed, proud. You do this to me, he tells her, in his mind. His hand takes an eternity to make the round, and meet his cock where it rose up to meet him. He strokes it too.

The third cannoli goes down easy, and the fourth he tries to savour. He knows he is going to finish them all now. It doesn’t matter that his stomach is protesting, or that he is growing fatter with every bite. He groans as he tries to sit forward to pick up the fifth. In his mind’s eye, Yanna helps, bringing the pastry right to his lips, snuggled close to his side. She can feel how big his belly has become, and she is pleased. He imagines how her hands would feel, traversing this swollen globe.

That makes him moan louder. He strokes his shirt up, exposing himself, all the fat of his gut pressed tight under his skin, filled near to bursting. He takes a firm hold of his cock, draws a sharp breath through his teeth, then forces himself to leave it, hard as a rock and grown huge. His breath shudders as he chews, then licks cream from his fingers, then closes his eyes as he imagines Yanna doing the same for him.

That thought almost undoes him. He grabs the last cannoli, chocolate melting into his fist, and brings it to his mouth in reverence. He’s slouched in his chair now, knees wide, his belly bulging into the air and his cock jutting up under it. His free hand sits atop the mound, so far out, testing the distance. Yanna, he thinks, you do this to me.

He swallows, moaning, and knows he can’t stand, not after this. Nor does he care. He sucks every melted drop of chocolate from the crevasses of his hand, then lays that hand on his belly too. Together, they sweep over the stuffed-tight expanse of his stomach and meet his cock at the bottom, two fisted.

Yanna, Yanna, Yanna. Look what you do to me , he repeats. He comes fast and hard, eyes closed, her face and smile filling every sense.

[hanktalkin]

Comic 7 ultimately met my expectations (I have long ago given up hope of BLU team or WAR! references) but despite Spy, Scout, and Soldier continuing to get the majority of the focus, I'm glad we got some after-canon stuff to feed us for a good while longer. I adored everything Admin, I actually surprised myself how happy I was to see young Grey Mann. My fan name for Pauling got canonized!

Demo didn't get a single line of dialogue (disappointing but unsurprising) but confirmation that Eyelander can move under its own power! Very little else for us demofans to chew on tho... I can try to look on the bright side and say hey that means it's open ended enough I can hc he and BLU Solly can meet up at some point. Tilly showing up! I'm glad she's still alive in 1979 she must be like 90 at that point.

Sniper flying a plane (since when? why? whatever it's fucking funny) and them bringing back his thing with Yanna.

I feel there was a missing scene in the 1972 era where Hale deals with Charles Darling and formally takes on Olivia as his ward, but even without it, it got the point across. Olivia I love you. Need this unruly teen in team fortress 3.

/j mostly, I don't think they'll be a TF3 for a good long while, especially since they're building Deadlock right now (no doubt the reason comic 7 took so long was not only because Manaki was working on DOTA but because based on style alone I think she did the art for the entire Lady Geist VN?) so who knows! Where do we go from here! My heart is sad I'll never get that resolution but, ce la vi

[makethatelevenrings]

Somewhere Only We Know - TWO

Chapter Warnings: spoilers for 2x02, swearing but that’s part of the show idk why you would be surprised by that

shoutout to @yanna-banana​ for showing me this Instagram dupe site so I can make this a bit more ~interactive~ since reader is, y’know, a social media manager. also thanks for ur patience my lovelies, i’m having “ahhhh im graduating” depressive states and all my energy is going towards finals and existing rn.

Series Masterlist

“Okay. Laptop. Charger. Keys. Coffee. Shoes. Shoes!”

For some reason, you were a mess this morning. You had been repeating your list of things you needed over and over again and yet every time you kept discovering something else you had forgotten. Your bag lay half-packed on the couch as you ran around like a chicken with its head cut off in pursuit of your shoes. Seriously, how the fuck did you lose the shoes you had grabbed from your closet just a minute ago?

That’s because they were in your hands.

Sighing, you pulled on the sensible flats and took another moment to look around your room and list out all the things you needed for work today. The TV played in a lone drone behind you and you turned your head to see This Morning playing. Philip and Holly were interviewing some guy from that one reality show.

“What about Amy? Are you going to wait for her?” Holly asked.

“Nah, no. I was just playing a game, know what I mean?” the guy replied. Christ, was that Jamie Tartt? It was, wasn’t it. “Find the fittest girl there, have sex with her in the toilet, ask her to marry you. Strategy.”

“Wow,” you drawled before you shut off the TV. “He’s a piece of shit.”

You headed for the door and quickly backtracked. You almost forgot your entire bag and the leftovers from the shoot you had last night. Ugh, you needed more coffee.

~~~

You were scrolling through TikTok in search of a new trend to use for a Richmond video when all five foot two inches of your boss came bursting into your office.

“Oh, sorry! I should have knocked. Get your bag, babes, we’re going to lunch,” she exclaimed. “There’s this cafe that’s a ten minute walk from here and they’ve got the best coffee.”

You knew better than to argue with the pure ball of energy that was Keeley Jones. In the short time you’ve known her, you loved the beaming blonde. She and Rebecca were infectious in their laughter, light, and kindness. When you first interviewed, you were intimidated by the two women, but you quickly learned that they were goofy as hell and always down to gossip.

Grabbing your purse, you dutifully followed Keeley through the maze of hallways. She passed the locker room without a second glance, but you made sure to peek over your shoulder to see a few of the guys streaming out of the doors.

“Yo, Keeley!” someone called. She spun around and waved at whoever yelled and then grabbed your hand, pulling you over to talk to a few of the guys.

“Hi Isaac! Have you met our new social media manager yet? She’s gonna be the one making you all look sexy on the Gram now,” she announced. You offered them a tentative smile and the large man in front of you beamed.

“Isaac McAdoo,” he introduced. You gave him your name in turn and then cleared your throat. You weren’t as charismatic or bubbly as Keeley, but you were trying to make more of an effort. Your last job was filled with a few passive aggressive comments thrown over cubicle walls and then bossa nova jazz everyday. No one had been chatty or nice the way everyone was at Richmond.

“I’ve actually been meaning to set up meetings with all the players,” you explained. “My job is to handle the team’s socials, but I also want to integrate the players' ideas and individual brands. I’d also like to know if anyone is working with a management team so I can coordinate with them on certain posts.”

“Isn’t she fucking brilliant?” Keeley exclaimed.

Isaac puffed out his chest and flexed his biceps. “As long as you make us look good, then I’m in.”

Keeley patted you on the shoulder. “We should get going to lunch, but check your email soon. I’ll make sure we can coordinate times to meet.”

“Awesome. Nice to meet you!” He darted off to go talk to someone else and Keeley slid her arm into the crook of yours so she could lead you out of the building and down the road.

“Isaac’s all bark and no bite unless you’re on the field,” she explained. “Sam is an absolute sweetie and Colin is darling. Richard is my go-to when I need to know a wine pairing and Zoreaux is a beast at Dance Dance Revolution. Bumbercatch is…”

Keeley listed off all the players on the team and you tried to keep a mental catalog of everything she said, but it was making your head spin. You were grateful once she stopped outside a small cafe that was indeed a short walk from Nelson Road. A simple vanilla latte and a chicken cobb salad was your order while Keeley got a complicated drink and a wrap.

The owner, Alex, handed the two of you your drinks and you turned with the intention of finding a table to wait for the food when Keeley stopped short. Some guy stood half-obscured by the plant shelves, but he stepped out once he realized he caught Keeley’s attention.

“Jamie?!” she exclaimed.

“I-I’m not stalking ya,” he blurted out. “I’ve been following you for, like, a few blocks now and I couldn’t text ya because I deleted your number.”

As he rambled on, his words started to fade in and out as you took him in. His slicked back hair made him look like a corny Godfather character and the all black ensemble didn’t help. You could understand why people fawned over him with that strong jaw and blue eyes, but as his lips moved all you could hear was his smarmy talk from the show this morning. 

“So, yeah, I’ve been following you for the last few blocks. No, I’m lying. I’ve been following you for your whole lunch hour. But I’ve just been trying to build up the courage to say hi…so…hi.” His voice trailed off and he shrugged.

“That’s, like, the definition of stalking,” you murmured which drew his attention to you. Jamie Tartt was starting to feel like a bad omen that was following you around.

“Hi, sorry. Jamie Tartt.” He offered you a cocky smile that you recognized from the TV that morning and you merely glanced down at his outstretched hand. You had no idea where that hand had been. Raising a single eyebrow, you let your gaze trail up from his hand to his face.

“I’ll go find us a table,” you said to Keeley before you brushed past him and found an empty table by the window. You always loved sitting by the window and watching the world pass by. You could make up stories about the people that passed by. Like the lady walking two poodles. Maybe she was some CEO or maybe she was an undercover agent. That would be sick as hell.

“Sorry about that, babe,” Keeley apologized. She placed your salad in front of you and then took the seat across from you. “Now, I just want to say that your idea about meeting all the players? Brilliant. Absolutely fucking brilliant. When we get back to the office, we can set up a calendar for everyone to schedule a time to meet with you. How’s that sound?”

“That’s great. I really love working here.” You looked towards the door where Jamie Tartt was heading out of, a coffee clutched in his hand. He glanced back at the table you were sitting at and you immediately looked away and back at Keeley. You offered her a tight smile and nodded along to whatever she was saying.

Hopefully that was the last time you would ever see Jamie Tartt.

Tag List: @shiptheship​

[sidestepsam]

whole team has a thing for lightskins who ball apparently, well P, KK and Yanna 😆 Yanna’s gf is so cute and I am totally not jealous 🥲

Aubrey gotta take the hint 😭 she’s clearly missing the UConn wbb masc association meetings

[blue-aconite]

love, he called it || j.h.s

Summary: All in all, Jake would like to think that he was a good boyfriend. He did his best to remember all the anniversaries and the birthdays.

Warnings: Hurt no comfort, heartbreak, no happy ending

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Authors Note: I am so sorry. I have no excuse for this. Thanks to my lovely betas @yanna-banana​ & @whoreforseresin​. I could be persuaded to make a part 2.  

All in all, Jake would like to think that he was a good boyfriend. He did his best to remember all the anniversaries and the birthdays. There was always the looming dread of another deployment but they had survived the first one. He made sure to buy her flowers, even without occasion. They had date nights, made sure to spend time with mutual friends and also have time for themselves. 

So if anyone had asked him if he thought he was a good boyfriend, his answer would be yes. He and Peach were happy. They had been happy ever since he gathered enough courage to walk up to her at the bar one night while out with his friends. He had thought the night would end with her between his sheets but Jake had left the bar with her number in his phone and the feeling of her lips on his cheek. 

Four months into their relationship, Jake was given a new assignment and shipped out on a 8 month long deployment. Peach had kissed him gently, told him they would be alright and they had spent the week leading up to him leaving between the sheets. 

They shared their first ‘i love you’ on the docks before he boarded the carrier. Somewhat bittersweet but Jake knew that he now had a real reason to come home. Peach was waiting for him. He owed it to her to make it back. There was so much he wanted to do with her. He wanted something real. 

He had never felt like this before. There had been plenty of women before her, but none of them made him feel lightheaded, blood rushing to his cheeks each time she touched him. There was no one like her. Jake wanted to spend the rest of his life making her laugh, making sure she was safe and loved. 

He had never considered having kids and settling down but after meeting her, it felt like the only future possible for him. He wanted them to buy a house, build a life together. He wanted to see her swollen with his child, a little baby with her eyes and smile. Maybe with his hair and dimples. He wanted everything with her. Saying I love you at the docks hadn’t been enough to convey the depth of his feelings but he had time. He could tell her when got back. 

There was only one thing in the way. Jake loved the Navy. He loved his job, being a fighter pilot. Being in the sky was the only thing that might have compared to what he was feeling for Peach. He needed to fly like he needed air. 

He was the only pilot on active duty with a confirmed kill. While that particular title certainly brought its own demons, he thrived on the attention. He wanted to be the best. He was the best.

They had survived the first deployment and when Peach threw her arms around him at his arrival, Jake felt at peace for the first time since he left. Overwhelmed by her, finally being back in her arms, Jake asked her to move in with him. She had answered yes without a second thought. They settled into a somewhat routine once Jake got back and soon his home was filled with her. He loved it. He loved seeing pieces of her scattered across the rooms, reminding him that she was his, and he was hers. 

But old habits die hard and Jake hadn’t thought about what actually living with Peach would entail. He loved her. He did. So much that sometimes, it felt like his heart couldn’t take the pressure. But Jake was used to being alone. He wasn’t used to having someone in his personal space, day and night. It was difficult to adapt at first.

Truth was that Jake was terrified what Peach would realise she deserved better than what he could offer, and then she would leave him. It was the only way it could end, because if Jake couldn’t stand the sight of her shoes in a disarray in the hallway, what did she really think of his habits?

Maybe she was just lying when she said it didn’t bother her that he left empty glasses and cups in the sink. Or when she said that it didn’t matter that he didn’t own a single throw pillow for his bed. Maybe she just put up with him for promises they’d made to each other before moving in together. 

What if she woke up one day and realised that Jake just wasn’t enough. 

So he tried his best, to be a devoted boyfriend. 

It all started after he had been called back to Top Gun. After the mission, and its success, the Dagger Squad were offered permanent positions as instructors and thus forming an elite squad. Housing off base was provided, so Jake and Peach packed up and made the move down to San Diego. 

When he received the news of his promotion to Lieutenant Commander, the insatiable need to succeed, the one he had tampered down for so long, came back with vengeance. If he worked hard enough, the faster he would rise through the ranks. The faster he would be even better than he was now. And if he was, he could be better for Peach.

Then the nightmares started. He did his best to hide them from Peach, not wanting her to think he was weak. So when he woke up in a cold sweat, breath caught in his throat and heart beating so hard against his ribcage that it hurt, he didn’t turn to her embrace for comfort. Instead he left their bed behind and opted for a drink on the couch. 

She noticed, of course she did, but when Peach voiced her concerns, he waved her off. Blamed work for the lack of sleep. Told her that settling into being an instructor was tiresome and he just needed to get the routine in.

But weeks passed and Jake started staying out later, avoiding going home. If she was asleep when he got there, he didn’t have to talk about what was bothering him. He knew it was stupid, but it was easier to sit at the Hard Deck, nursing a beer rather than going home and spilling his guts. The last thing he wanted was for Peach to know about how weak he was. 

It was easier to pull away, to push her away than deal with his problems. He stopped holding her hand. Kisses in the morning before work became nonexistent as Jake rarely stayed in bed all night and was always gone when she woke up. He stayed later on base, going for a drink afterwards to avoid going home and have dinner with his girlfriend. It was for the best. 

He told himself that he just needed a little more time and then everything could go back to normal. Another few weeks and then he’d feel better and he would go back to being the man Peach deserved. He just needed more time. And then they would be good again. 

Two months after the mission, on a Thursday night, Jake came home a little after 10pm. The lights on the porch was on, which was odd considering Peach would usually be asleep by now. Closing the door behind him, he toed off his shoes and crept silently down the hallway to the kitchen. He expected it to be empty but to his surprise Peach was sitting at the table, staring blankly at the wall.

“Sweetheart, it’s late. Why aren’t you asleep?” 

Peach turned and Jake’s gut twisted. She had been crying, eyes rimmed with red, tears dried on her cheeks. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jake checked his phone for any messages but found the display empty. 

Peach fiddled anxiously with the sleeve of her shirt before speaking. “Maybe you can answer that.” Jake frowned, trying to understand what was happening.

“Answer what?”

“Whatever happened to make you stop being a part of this relationship.” Jake’s insides twisted, eyes widening at Peach’s words. 

He shook his head, swallowing thickly. “I don’t understand.”

She laughed then, a hollow sound, nothing like her laugh that Jake loved. It was cold, empty. 

“You’re never here Jake. And when you are, it’s like you’re a thousand miles away. Do you even remember when we last sat down and talked? When we last kissed, when you last touched me?” There was no anger in her words, only an exhaustion that seeped into his bones. He opened his mouth to speak but words failed him and he just stared.

Peach sighed, pushing the chair back. “I’m tired Jake. And I don’t think I can do this anymore.” It felt like someone had driven a knife directly into his chest, twisting it slowly as he struggled to breath. Only now did he notice the packed bags in the doorway.

“What are you saying?” He managed to find his voice, but it sounded nothing like him. 

“I’m saying I’m tired. Tired of waiting for you to come home. Tired of being pushed aside. Tired of living like this.” Peach moved as she spoke, slowly manoeuvring around him. And that’s when it hit him. She was leaving. 

His brain finally kicked in and he straightened up, wiping the tears that had started to fall away. “Please don’t do this.” 

She only looked at him, biting her lower lip, something she always did when she was feeling anxious. 

He spoke again, stepping closer. “Please. Don’t go. You gotta let me fix this. Please. I’ll do better. I’ll be better.” Jake reached for her, only to have his hands slapped away. 

Peach shook her head, eyes watering once again. “You can’t fix this Jake. I’m sorry.” She moved to get around him but he blocked her path, getting in her way. Anything to stop her from walking out on him.

“Baby please. Don’t leave me. You’re all I have.” He pleaded with her, swallowing back the bile.

“I’m tired of being your second choice Jake. I’m tired of not being enough.” Peach took another step back and Jake felt like a thousand spears pierced his heart. 

“You are enough! You’re more than enough. You’re everything!” He’d beg on his bare knees if it made her stay. He couldn’t lose her. 

“We both know that isn’t true. If I were, we wouldn’t be in this situation. If I was enough for you, you’d at least try.”

He didn’t bother to wipe away the tears now, letting them fall freely. “I’ll do anything, please. Just don’t leave me.” He begged, grasping onto her shirt sleeve in one last effort to keep her from leaving. 

Peach whispered his name, reaching out to gently pry his hand from her soft material. “Jake. Stop.” 

But he couldn’t stop. Not when he was about to lose everything that mattered to him.

“I’ll quit my job. Is that what you want? Because I’ll do it. I’ll turn in my wings. And we could go to Vegas, and we’d get married. Like you’ve always wanted. And we could have a ceremony later. We can start trying for kids. Whatever you want.” He sank to his knees, tugging on her hips until his face was flushed against her stomach, his words spoken against the cotton of her shirt. 

His tears soaked the material but he didn’t care. If he had to grovel and beg, that’s what he would do. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please give me another chance. Give me a chance to fix this, please.”

Peach’s hands settled on his shoulders. “I’d never ask you to turn in your wings. Flying is who you are. It’s your life Jake.” She was pushing against his shoulder, but Jake clung to her, refusing to let go. 

“You’re my life. I’m nothing without you. I don’t care about flying if I don’t have you. Nothing matters without you. I know those last months have been rough but I can change. I can do better.” Jake thought about the ring he had hidden away in his spare flight suit upstairs, about the list with baby names he had taped on the inside of his locker. 

His body ached, stomach twisting and he wondered if this was what dying felt like. 

Peach pushed against him again and he had no choice but to let go. He scrambled to his feet, reaching out with frantic hands to stop her from taking a step back. 

“Baby please.” 

She smiled sadly, hand coming up to cup his cheek. “Goodbye Jake. Fly safe.” She tenderly brushed his hair back, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek before turning around. 

He followed her out on the porch, begging her to stop, to come back inside. But it was futile and Jake could only watch as she packed her bags into her car, taking his entire heart with her. 

The pain as his knees slammed into the concrete was nothing compared to the pain in his chest. Sobs wracked his body as he desperately tried, and failed to catch his breath. He didn’t even feel the pain as his knuckles met the ground, over and over until they were raw and bleeding. 

The ringing in his ears got louder and louder, Jake curling in on himself. 

She was gone. And it was all his fault.

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[lingeringmisery]

"Admiration"

Yandere Female Idol X Idol reader (GN)

Words 2k+!

Warning! stalking, delusion.

Yandere idol who is popular in the industry and even known internationally, Yanna was performing her songs as the crowd screamed and sang praises to her as they were desperate for their beloved idol to hear their undying loyalty and admiration, Yanna would only smile at them as she continued her performance..

As her performance finally ended she bowed her head and thanked her fans for all the support, she really was living the life, she had everything she wanted, money, fame, looks, and support from her fans.

Yandere idol who was strolling in the city of tokyo in a disguise, her manager was very easy going with her and would let her go out and let her do the things she wants freely, since fans would always side with her if there were any controversies.

She was wearing a black cap, and white mask, with a simple black hoodie that was baggy with gray sweatpants as she was walking around with glasses to not get recognized.

She was buying snacks and desserts left and right, as she was enjoying her stroll.

She was then bumped into someone which made her drop the food she was holding as she fell down, she yelped a bit as she was going to make sure whoever bumped into them will.. as she then looked up, ready to shout at whoever bumped in to her, she freeze for a moment as she saw..

It was her very favorite idol..[Y/N] you were a solo artist just like her, but before she even debut she already admired your singing and songs, you were long already in the industry before she even debuted, she was shocked to see her very idol smiling at her, as you seemed have an apologetic expression, lending your hand to help her get up. Your cap was taken off from you after you bumped into her as your glasses were slightly messed up, she recognized those very bright, beautiful eyes..

She stared at you, mesmerized and absolutely shocked to even see you, and even meet you in the flesh too?? You were an international idol just like her but her popularity was higher than yours, but she admired you so much that she had posters of you in her dorm, she even bought all your merch, and dyed her hair the same as yours once which made her manager almost have a heart attack.

♡

*_______________________________________*

"Uh..hello? Are you all right?" You tried to call her as you were worried why she was staring at you with wide eyes, as you were lending your hand out, waiting for her to hold it.

she could only stare for a moment before her cheeks were slowly turning red before she looked away and quickly responded in a nervous tone.

"Ah! I..it's all right! I'm sorry I zoned out, ahaha.." she then grabbed your hand, your warm and soft hand..she was touching you! She was absolutely elevated, she is never going to wash her gloves now-

As she smiled at you nervously yet seemingly blushing? You chuckled a bit as you helped her up, her grip on your hand was tight?

"No, no! It's fine, seriously! I was just worried, are you hurt? I am so sorry for bumping into you, I was lost."

You smiled sheepishly as you told her, yanna was looking at you with such a warm and fond expression as if she knew you, you were a bit surprised but you didn't think too much about it.

Yanna could only smile widely and nod as she tried to assure you that she was not hurt at all.

"You don't need to apologize at all, I should have looked my way, I am fine. Moreover.. you're lost? oh no, it must be difficult, especially how big Tokyo is."

Yanna spoke in a worried tone as she heard that you were lost? Oh no! It must felt so confusing trying to look around and especially the language barrier for you, fortunately yanna knew english, yanna was more than thankful that you bumped into her, oh grace lord she was going to be more religious now..as she then held your hand with both of her hands, squeezing your hands slightly as she had an worried expression, she didn't even have you a chance to respond as she quickly spoke with that very same smile.

"It must been overwhelming, I can help you! Where were you going? And, ah..my name is.."

Yanna tried to think of an alias name as she then smiled widely.

"My name is Yani, let me help you."

Yanna smiled at you ever so softly, as she then started to pull you closer and walk with you around the city..you were shocked at even how friendly this stranger was? She's even helping you! You felt a wave of relief and absolute comfort from her..but there was something familiar about you, especially when you saw her eyes, she seemed so familiar and her voice, it felt like that one popular idol from Korea, but you shrugged it off as 'yani' helped you.

You didn't even know how 'yani' knew where your manager was? Even bringing you to the exact location as if she already knew who you were..? Maybe it was just a coincidence of good luck, she really was so kind and nice to you. You thanked 'yani' as you bowed over and over again expressing your gratitude to her.

She was absolutely blushing, thank god she was wearing a mask, or else they would have suspected that she already recognize who you are, she said she only wanted to help as she smiled back at you.. yanna smile was still there as you bid her goodbye, she waved back as your van fading away from the distance..after you finally left. She stayed quiet all by herself before she started to blush and giggle to herself like a high-school girl who just saw her crush, as she was fan girling so much. It felt like an dream to talk, meet, and touch you in flesh! Idols rarely get the chance to even go to concerts of their fellow idols but such chance? God must be listening to her prayers. When she arrived back to the hotel she was staying she jumped to her bed as she was blushing and still replaying that moment with you earlier, after a while she remembered that you held her hands she immediately glanced at her gloves as she took it off and kissed so many times, her lipstick lightly staining her gloves but it didn't manner, you touched this, and she could still remember how your perfume smelled..you smelled so absolutely good and nice, vanilla scent perfume? Oh how she even loved you even more, she was turning more head over heels for you.

You thought about 'yani' at how nice and kind she was to help you, but you couldn't shake the feeling that she seemed to recognize who you were..but if she did she would have said so quickly when she saw your face, you decided to just smile at yourself as you thought you wouldn't meet her again, she was so nice too.

Oh how wrong you were.

You had a performance in Tokyo before the night when you got lost, you were performing your best hit songs as your fans were shouting and cheering for you so much, some even threw flowers at you and some even threw their phone, for you to put your number there and even take a selfie in it. It was still overwhelmingly good even though you experienced this so many times already.

Your performance finally ended, you bowed and thanked your fans for supporting you even here on stage.

After it you were then at the greet and meet your fans, there was a line as you were interacting with your fans..some gave you gifts, some tried to ask for your number or any private socials so they can be your friend, one even tried to give you money as a gift.

As the line was finally slowly growing little by little..you were relieved as you breath in as the last person was now walking to your table were you were sat.

You gave a wide smile as you went to your professional self once again.

*____________________________________*

You smiled at this very last fan, you have them a wide smile as you looked at them, they were then sat down face to face to you..

You raised your eyebrows slightly as you recognize them.. you greeted them with your usual greeting for every greet and meet before you then spoke.

"Wait..Yani? Is that you"

You spoke up as your smile turned more genuine, your eyes slightly light up as you looked at yani.

Yanna was surprised that you remembered yet absolute ecstatic.

Omg she remembered me? Oh my sweetheart really is so sweet to remember me, I just want to hold her hand and say all the things I feel for her, oh how she always keep me up in night as I can't stop thinking of her and only her. Oh gosh I to hold it in, I don't want to scare her!

She smiled widely at you as she then grab your hands and held it slightly tight.

"Omg, you remember me? It's really nice to see you again, I just wanted to see you again. Your performance is always a masterpiece."

Yani squeezed your hands slightly with both of her hands as she spoke happily, you were slightly taken back but nonetheless happy too, your guess was right..she knew who you were from the start, you laughed slightly as you then talk and talk with her for so long, it was even longer than your service was supposed to be..you were then stopped by your staff after 2 hours of talking to each other, 'Yani' seemed a bit disappointed as she glared at your staff who called you guys since the greet and meet was already done and 'yani' is supposed to leave already.

This is really pushing my buttons..I thought I could have spoke to her more longer, I really wanted to hear her voice more, she has such a lovely voice, it always calms me whenever she speaks.. I better make sure to teach who that is again..ah. ron, a lesson later.

Yanna thought to herself as you pouted slightly, yani eyes immediately looked at your expression..oh how cute you look whenever you're upset, your lips just looked so soft and sweet, I just want to kiss to pretty lips of hers..as Yanna was brought back to reality when you called her name..well fake name, she immediately went back to smiling.

"I still want to speak to you..this is unfair, ron!"

you pouted at your staff, he only chuckled a bit as you talked to him a bit..

Which made Yanna look at your staff and you for a moment..you were smiling and speaking so comfortably with him? You shouldn't be smiling to others.. you're too pretty for them to see. She kept a smiling expression as she watched you and your staff speak in front of her, as you're trying to tell your staff that you want to talk more to her. Oh how that made her heart beat faster! Ah.. She's so adorable, it really so hard to stop myself from being so attached to her, she's just as beautiful as she is..her whole being is absolute pure. But that bastard.. what's his name again..? Ah, Ron.. l'll make sure to talk to my manager later about him.

Yanna was brought back from her thoughts as you waved your hand slightly, and smiled widely.

"Yani, yani to earth? Earth to Yani? Ahahaha!"

your laugh was like a symphony to her, a beautiful song, it was music to her ears..your voice is so calming to hear. She couldn't help but smile so fondly at you, she really wanted to get you more, she wanted you to be with her, she wanted you to be close to her. She wanted you-

"Ah, I'm here, I'm here! Ahaha, yes? I apologize I zoned out again."

"You always zone out so much, maybe you haven't been sleeping well?"

you spoke in a worried tone as you were concerned for yani, she was one of the people who were kind to you because of you, and not because of your identity and fame.

Yanna felt her cheeks blushed more, as her eyes softened..oh how thankful she was that she was wearing a mask. You're just so precious.

"You're too nice, [Idol/name]..I just thought of something, but you were saying something? Please go on."

Yanna smiled at you, as she was slightly narrowing her eyes at Your staff, ron..which Ron raised his eyebrows at her..he thought 'Yani' looked familiar..

As you then giggled before speaking.

"I was saying, maybe we can exchange socials? I can give you my Instagram, we can talk more there!"

You spoke happily, as you thought of how fun it would be to talk more to Yani, you're quite fond of her too..

This made yanna stare at you for a moment, as if she was trying to process what you said was real and she wasn't hearing things..oh how ecstatic she was, her smile widened more as the blush on her face turned deep red, she grew a bit more nervous…omg, omg omg omg. She's asking for my social?? And she wants to talk more to me? Ahhh..I can just die from happiness, she acknowledged me as a friend. She cares for me, oh how you're so precious and innocent y/n.. you're making me want you more, I think I wouldn't be able to control myself if you're so..

"O-of course!! I would love to, please!"

[paisholotus]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐔𝐩

The Spirit World

Narrative

Encircled by various Spirit creatures, Yusha, Cara, Ahri, Yanna, and Maya sat on the grass and ate pastries and various types of food. "So, how is everyone doing?" Maya put a puff in her mouth and asked.

 

The other protectors gave her a nod and updated her on their well-being. "Yanna, you've made up with Sokka and Katara again. and got to know Aang. What are your thoughts about that?" Yusha asked, leaning on her sister. Yanna grinned broadly at Yusha, her cheeks swollen with food.

 

"It was wonderful and relieving. I really missed them, and it felt nice to know that they weren't angry towards me." They grinned at her as she spoke.

 

Yanna has expressed her fears about Katara and Sokka hating her for "disappearing" but when they finally got to hug each other, her worries went away. 

 

"As for Aang, it was nice to meet him. But I have some concerns. Do we really think he's ready?" She asked them, frowning. 

 

They nodded, agreeing with her concerns. 

 

"I'm really nervous about him returning. Of course, it's a good thing he's here, because everyone knows the Avatar brings people hope. He still has a long way to go, given that he's just a child. And I've heard he hasn't even mastered his avatar state. Which is a huge concern." Ahri said, massaging Yusha's scalp as her head lay in her lap.

 

"The element he will struggle with the most is Earth. But I'll have a friend that will give him a gentle nudge in the right direction." Cara said, trying not to laugh.

 

They all laughed along with her. "Yeah, because Toph is anything but gentle." Yusha said, teasingly.

 

"No, but really. Aang may have a long way to go, but I have faith in him. He'll be more mature and stronger than all of us. He'll bring peace." Maya said, smiling confidently. 

 

Everyone nodded, except Ahri, as Maya gave them courage. 

 

Ahri looked at them with the same blank expression. "Let's all just hope he can master all elements before summer's end." She said seriously. 

[mentalhells]

Sick Sick シックスティーン - Sick Sick Sixteen

Sick Sick, you there crying, yeah, you’re

Sick Sick sixteen

Sick Sick, nice to meet ya,* on nights listening to

Ding Dong drug music

Hack Hack, that’s real hip, you’re already a

Hack Hack harlequin

Until the point you Crack Crack, the world is

Crack Crack, so pitch black

Sick Sick　泣いてる　君は　そう

Sick Sick　シックスティーン

Sick Sick　夜露死苦　夜に聴く

Ding Dong　ドラッグ・ミュージックで

Hack Hack　ハクいね　君は　もう

Hack Hack　ハーレクイン

Crack Crack　するほど　世界は

Crack Crack　真っ暗くら

Sick Sick nai teru kimi wa sou sick sick shikkusutiin

Sick Sick yoroshiku yoru ni kiku

Ding Dong doraggu myujikku de

Hack Hack hakuiine kimi wa mou

Hack Hack haarekuin

Crack Crack suru hodo sekai wa

Crack Crack kurakku makkura kura

However, whoever to you sickly write “love”**

Even if you read it as “me”

Just being in love with love

That’s so not me

Jeez, I’m not a kid anymore

I’m not, not, not, not

ヤマイダレにコイと書いて

それを“あたし”と読んでも

恋に恋するだけ

あたしじゃない

もう　子供じゃない

ない・ない・ない・ない

Yamaidare ni koi to kaite

Sore o “atashi” to yonde mo

Koi ni koisuru dake

Atashi janai

Mou kodomo janai

Nai nai nai nai

Your face is so sick, I so get your heart tho,***

We’ll hold each other like we’re trading blows

To live is like, literally messed up

Sick Sick Sick Sick Sick

I’ll get you, not with the heater****, but with with my heart

Let’s not kill each other, but love each other

To live is like, seriously sick

Even sicker than dying

Sick Sick Sick sixteen

顔はヤバいよ　ハートをやんな

殴り合うように　抱きしめ合うよ

生きてくなんて　本気(ガチ)でヤバいよ

Sick Sick Sick Sick Sick

ハジキじゃないよ　ハートでやんな

殺し合うより　愛し合うんだ

生きてくなんて　本気(ガチ)でヤバいよ

死ぬよりヤバいよ

Sick Sick Sick　シックスティーン

Kao wa yabai yo haato o yanna

Naguri au you ni dakishime au yo

Ikiteiku nante gachi de yabai yo

Sick sick sick sick sick

Hajiki janai yo haato de yan na

Koroshiau yori aishiaunda

Ikiteiku nante gachi de yabai yo

Shinu yori yabai yo

Sick sick sick shikkusutiin

Thug Thug, talking all gangster, you wanna be called a

Killer Killer killer queen

Thug Thug, with your brass knuckles

Yo Yo, Throw the punch, you Hell’s Angel*****

Thug Thug　サグいって　言われたい

Killer Killer　キラークイーン

Thug Thug　メリケンサックして

Yo Yo　投げ　暴走天使(よばしり)

Thug Thug saguitte iwaretai

Killer Killer kiraakuiin

Thug Thug merikensakku shite

Yo Yo nage yoba shiri

However, whoever to you sickly write “dreams”**

Even if it’s a real thorn in your wrist

Only dreaming your dreams

Only pinky-promising

Even though I’m already all grown up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

ヤマイダレにユメと書いて

それを手首に刺(い)れても

夢に夢　見るだけ

指切るだけ

もう大人なのに

はい・はい・はい・はい

Yamaidare ni yume to kaite sore o tekubi ni irete mo

Yume ni yume mirudake yubi kiru dake

Mou otonananoni

Hai hai hai hai

It’s super cringe to just wait, don’t get driven all the way back

Ride it out until the next hell

It’s seriously cringe to laugh at others

Go laugh at yourself, jerk

Go give yourself a smile (lol)

待つのダサいよ　後ろに乗んな

次の地獄まで　乗ってきなよ

誰か嘲笑(わら)うの　本気(ガチ)でダサいよ

てめえを嘲笑(わら)えよ

てめえで　微笑(わら)えよ(笑)

Matsu no dasai yo ushiro ni nonna

Tsugi no jigoku made nottekinayo

Dareka warau no gachi de dasai yo

Temee o warae yo

Temee de warae yo

Sick Sick, your sixth sense runs wild

You’re scared of the world, a hate, hate, hated child

Your world of sensitive sensibilities, the world’s not all that bad

Sicks teen is all, is all but idiocracy

In this world running rampant with no-name goods

You’re surely damaged goods, you lunatic

Break away from the Kimagure Sixth Road******

Unsellable sickness, Cut Cut, give it a buy!

Sick Sick　シックス・センス　蔓延る

憎・憎・憎まれっ子　世に憚る

繊細センス　世・渡る世間は

Sicks teen　ばっか　ばっか　莫迦ばっか

無印良品　蔓延るこの世で

キ印の君　きっと不良品

鬼魔愚零　シックス・ロード仏恥義れ

売れない病気 Cut Cut　買ってやれ

Sick sick shikkusu sensu habikoru

Niku niku nikumarekko yo ni habakaru

Sensai sensu yo wataruseken wa

Sicks teen bakka bakka baka bakka

Muinryouhin habikoru konoyo de

Kijirushi no kimi kitto furyouhin

Kimagure shikkusu roudo futsu hajigire

Urenai byouki Cut Cut katte yare

However, whoever to you sickly write “die”**

Rather than flying off the rooftop

Go fly with music

Go fly with a song

Give flying a try

Right, right, right, right?

That’s right, Sick Sick Sick Sick

ヤマイダレにシぬと書いて

屋上から飛ぶより

音楽で飛べよ

歌で飛べるよ

飛んでみなよ

ネ・ネ・ネ・ネ

そうネ Sick Sick Sick Sick

Yamaidare ni shinu to kaite

Okujou kara tobu yori

Ongaku de tobeyo

Uta de toberu yo

Tonde mi na yo

Ne ne ne ne

Sou ne sick sick sick sick

Your face is so sick, I so get your heart tho,***

We’ll hold each other like we’re trading blows

To live is like, literally messed up

Sick Sick Sick Sick Sick

Let’s not face off, you’re not my foe

And don’t you beat up yourself

To live until you die is

Seriously, like, literally

Even sicker than dying

Sick Sick Sick sixteen

顔はヤバいよ　ハートをやんな

殴り合うように　抱きしめ合うよ

生きてくなんて　本気(ガチ)でヤバいよ

Sick Sick Sick Sick Sick

タイマンはんな　てめえではんな

てめえ自身とタイマンはんな

死ぬまで生きるの

本気(ガチ)の本気(ガチ)さ

死ぬよりヤバいよ

Sick Sick Sick　シックスティーン

Kao wa yabai yo haato o yanna

Naguri au you ni dakishime au yo

Ikiteiku nante gachi de yabai yo

Sick Sick Sick Sick Sick

Taiman han'na temee de han'na

Temee jishin to taiman han'na

Shinu made ikiru no gachi no gachi sa

Shinu yori yabai yo

Sick sick sick shikkusutiin

So don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, Sick Sick

So don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, Sick Sick

Don’t cry

泣きなよ　泣きなよ　泣きなよ Sick Sick

泣きなよ　泣きなよ　泣きなよ Sick Sick

泣きなよ

Nakina yo nakina yo nakina yo sick sick

Nakina yo nakina yo nakina yo sick sick

Nakina yo

TRANSLATION NOTES

This song has a teen delinquent (or yankii) motif (see music video<3) and as such uses a lot of slang and puns associated both with historical delinquent groups and with current day teens. One thing popular with teen delinquent gangs in the past was puns using phonetic pronunciations of certain words, but with kanji characters that hold other meanings, so there’s a lot of those and references to that practice. There are also some instances where certain kanji are written, but provided with alternate readings.

*: This first instance is a pun on “yoroshiku/nice to meet you”, written with the characters meaning night, tears, death, and suffering, respectively. It was popular with members of Bosuzoku biker gangs.

**: These lines are written in katakana (only phonetically) so their meanings are more obtuse, but (I believe) they’re puns on yamaidare, a kanji radical (used to construct kanji characters) and yamai, dare, meaning “sickness” + “who/whoever” respectively

***: I think it’s so funny that the closest english equivalent to the either really really good or really really bad popular slang term yabai is… Sick. This song is too sick. Yanna is a little trickier but as I understand it, it’s something like “y’know?” or “right?”… I hope

****: Hajiki is slang for gun, so I tried to pick appropriate matching slang…

*****: Literally meaning “acting recklessly” plus “angel” tagged on the end cuz it’s cute, this is a reference to the earlier mentioned Bosuzoku biker gangs. We do a little appropriate localization as a treat

******: Pun on a manga featuring delinquent characters, but “kimagure” in the name, usually meaning fickle or selfish, is changed to be spelled with the characters for demon, devil, foolery, and voidness respectively