#thanks for sending such a fun question hehe

[lambilegs]

was reading your modern!lee hcs and omg lee x reader meeting on tinder or some dating app is such a fun idea

MODERN!LEE MEETING YOU ON A DATING APP

contains: sfw!!, fluff, just crush stuff nothing major middle picture is from: the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all by sumiko arai divider by: @enchanthings note to anon: so so so sorry for how long it took to answer this!! thank you so much for the request, this was so fun and so funny to write hehe

you can’t even lie — you one thousand percent swiped right just for her looks LMAOOOO like it’s not your fault even, her profile just has so little to go off of. it’s essentially just a lot of candid pictures her friends have selected for her, with some plain bio that just says what her job is and that she’s looking for something serious (yes, she cringed when adding that second part, and yes, her friends forced her to)

but still she gets bare swipes on her profile, since, well, she’s hot and people find her even hotter when they realize through her bio that she’s a special agent

and, lee? well, she kinda doesn’t swipe much at all, considering she’s very analytical and scrutinizing with everyone’s profile, overthinking about what their bios and fun facts indicate about them, and if they’re compatible with her

eventually, her friends have to snatch the phone and much to her horror, swipe on a bunch of people without pause, their cackles practically evil as she wordlessly watches

you end up being one of the victims of this swiping rampage, which leaves you eagerly texting her a greeting, biting your thumb when you see she reads your message

except... one hour passes. and then another. and then another. and she simply doesn’t reply, leaving you on read for two days before replying back

you’re expecting an apology, something to explain her lack of reply, but all you get is a “hi,” causing you to scoff in annoyance

you try your best to fish it out of her, replying, “hi!! I wondered where you went haha”

when she immediately replies, “what do you mean?” you text, “oh well it said you read my message two days ago”

after the speech bubble pops up then disappears a few times, you laugh out loud at her reply: “oh. I didn’t know you could see that.”

listen, I love her — but like, c’mon, we all know you’re CARRYINGGGG the first conversation. it’s filled to the brim with dry, short, one-worded responses from her, and at one point, you’re pushed to ask, “sooo why did you swipe on me?” since a part of you is wondering if she’s even interested

you nearly delete the conversation when she replies, “I didn’t. my friends did.”

the only redeeming factor is the text she sends a few minutes afterwards, saying, “but, you’re nice, though. they only swiped for me because they said I was overthinking it.”

and that naturally leads you two into a conversation about how much she’s hated dating apps so far LMFAO so you both wind up complaining together, which proves to be a great ice breaker

she has some texting habits that still get you on edge, though, like randomly dropping off the face of the earth for hours to days, and giving you blunt and short responses. even her use of periods sometimes has you biting your lip in nervousness LMAO

but, you can tell she’s trying harder, asking you questions like what you liked about your hometown, or what do you like about your favourite movie genre. you like that about her — her questions aren’t the generic “wyd?” she asks questions that actually allow you to reveal things about yourself, intimate things that really make you feel like you’re sharing these hidden parts of yourself

you eventually adjust to her texting style, slowly figuring out she’s not completely aware of how dry it comes off, and just doesn’t bother with any texting etiquette most people rely on in order to soften their words, like emojis or exclamation points

but, three weeks into texting, when she leaves for an entire two days after you and her had a conversation about your past experiences with romance, you finally crack and ask her, “why do you keep randomly leaving for so long?”

as you had partially expected, she replies with, “I just leave whenever I feel socially drained or get busy. I get caught up with work and won’t reply to messages during that time.”

when you reply neutrally, not exactly sure what’s the fair thing to say, she asks, “does it bother you?” it makes you smile a bit, to know she’s so in tune with your texting style she knows when you’re feeling off. that’s another thing you’ve grown to like about her — she’s perceptive as hell, remembering every little thing you’ve exposed about yourself and able to wind the map of yourself maybe even better than yourself. like, when you mention having high expectations for romance, she muses, “must be the early 2000s romance films,” as though she’s already confident in her ability to read you. and maybe she should be

when you admit you feel a bit hurt when she leaves abruptly without warning, especially if it’s right after you opened up to her, she replies, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it anymore.”

and she doesn’t. it shocks you, really. just how utterly and completely decent she is, how sure she is of ensuring her promise to you doesn’t go broken. she’ll now send you texts like, “work is getting busy, I’ll be back in a few days.” or if she needs to abruptly leave after a certain tender conversation, she’ll always let you know when she’ll be back to continue it. the entire thing makes your heart swell

when you first send her a voice message, it’s to explain a long ass story about a friendship breakup you had. a part of you is scared to, fearing that she’ll find your voice unattractive and maybe like you less. but, you know it’s a necessary step, and she’s bound to hear your voice anyways once you guys meet

so, shakily, heart throbbing, you send her an audio with a trembling voice and lots of — way too many — giggles

when she says nothing about your voice, only remarking on your story, you groan in frustration, nearly screaming in your pillow. you really can’t play any coy, indirect games with her, can you? and so, you send her another message, hoping it doesn’t come off as too serious when you say, “sooo kicking your feet over my voice?”

“kicking your feet?”

shit. of course she doesn’t know the reference

“like,” you text with a grumble, “do you like my voice?”

a bubble pops. then, it vanishes. then, it pops again. and, then: “I do. it’s nice.”

you know it’s barely anything, but still, you beam at your phone like an idiot. and, then, you release a nearly earth-shattering scream when you see an audio message back from her

you pray you like her voice, sucking in a deep breath when you hit play

and immediately, your eyes shut. god. what a goddamn pretty voice she has. it’s light, so airy you feel like it could be carried in the wind, drifting and drifting. and it has this pleasant little edge to it, rough but velvety in its occasional husk. god, you could get drunk off it

one day, when out with friends, you get drunk, high, or maybe just a bolt of courage form their insistence that this lee girl definitely has a thing for you. but, all you know is something triggers a bolt of courage to zap through you, and before you know it, you’re texting her, sloppily texting in the midst of the bumping crowd, “hiiioii I miss you”

she reads it, then to your intense nervousness, doesn’t reply till twenty minutes later, simply saying, “I miss you too”

you pout, replying, “do you really? you took so long to reply”

she immediately responds then, writing out, “I just didn’t know what to say”

“because you didn’t miss me?”

“no. I do miss you. I just am not used to all of this”

your eyebrows furrow. you type out, “all of what?”

“having someone I want to talk to everyday.”

the confession has you holding your breath, the rest of the room becoming drained out white noise as your gaze lingers upon those words, a swarm of butterflies whirling in your stomach. you bite your lip, texting back, “I feel the same way”

she excuses herself, then, saying she needs to get back to work. but, that doesn’t dissuade you from believing the earnestness of her words. you know she wouldn’t lie just to tell you what you want to hear. no, she truly meant it. and that has you buzzing with a thrill all night

the next morning, after sleeping in an egregious amount after the late night out, the memories of what occurred slowly settle back into your consciousness and you cringe, feeling embarrassed for how exposing you were in your need for her. when you pick up your phone and see she’s messaged you two hours ago, you wince slightly before opening it. but, what meets your eyes has you jolting up in bed with a sharp gasp, mouth dropping

“when can we meet?”

[ambivartence]

top three kpop boys you havent drawn yet but want to? 👀

wooooahhhh what a question omg lemme think lemme thinkkkkkkk

1. riize sungchan ! i've been saving some pretty photos of him but haven't gotten around to it yet :( 2. sf9 jaeyoon :) as of this week i've become a jaeyoon stan hehe so i'll definitely be drawing him sometime soon^^ 3. zb1 hao or bnd sungho! they're both so cute hehe

> Ask me my top 3 anything, kpop edition <

[zackstriker]

What is an item or idea that you associate with Phil?

the colorful parts of space :)

[awakenthebeing]

Hello! Random question but what does PiePoe sound like exactly? Does she sound like any other Fake Peppino or does he have a more high pitched voice compared to the others?

Sorry for the stupid question but I was curious is all! :)

It's not a stupid question at all, don't worry!! <:3

Piepoe actually just sounds deeper voiced! I got fake peppino voice clips(there's a video online that features all the fake peppino sfx) and deepened them and that's basically what Piepoe sounds like :]

(Also slight sound warning ?? The video audios are usually loud on my end so I'll leave this here just in case)

(This 3d piepoe face btw was made by my brother!!)

[inkykeiji]

Hihi! I'm obsessed with your Touya-ni storyline, it's literally ruined all other Dabi fics for me it's just too good! I had a question (because of course I've read all the little headcanons about him and reader) about how protective Touya-ni would be over any other siblings the reader had? Like I know you mentioned if they disapproved over their relationship Touya would be hostile towards them, but what if the reader had a little sister/brother or something along those lines and the reader was actually very protective of them. Would Touya-ni feel the same way? Or would he just not really care about them?

Orrr like what if the reader's sibling was getting harassed by someone and the reader asked Touya-ni to help, what would his reaction be?

Sorry this was so long, I just have so many questions about this universe hehe :) Amazing writing as always, keep it up!!

hi!! oh thank you!! that makes me super happy to hear hehe ⸜(｡˃ �� ˂ )⸝♡ (not that it’s ruined all other dabi works for u but that you are obsessed with it!! to clarify!! hahaha) interesting question! honestly, he wouldn’t really care about any of reader’s younger siblings, if she hypothetically had any. in fact, he may even be intentionally mean, cruel, scary, and otherwise intimidating toward them, especially if they soak up a lot of reader’s attention (which, of course, translates to them taking away attention from touya, which is purely unacceptable in his mind). this behaviour stems from both jealousy and a desire to drive them away from her and otherwise discourage any sort of interaction with her at all.

if the younger sibling was in some sort of trouble and reader asked touya to help, he’d at first refuse with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, claiming that they need to learn how to deal with their own problems, or they’ll never grow (funny how this sentiment doesn’t apply to reader herself, eh?). but if she’s really adamant about receiving his help, she’ll have to really beg and whine and cry (and possibly offer something of value in return for his services) before he finally, begrudgingly, agrees to help. he will, most likely, growl out a low threat to the sibling the moment he can, a firm fist wrapped around their bicep, fingers digging purple and burst blood beneath their flesh as he warns them to never forget this.

oh please don’t apologize sweetpea!! i absolutely love and cherish any questions + asks i get, whether it be about my writing or not!!! feel free to ask whatever you’d like! sometimes it takes me a while to get to them, but i pinky promise you i try to answer everything i get♡

[babygirlhaljordan]

Do you have any hsr ocs? :3

yes! i talked about poe in this ask (as i was asked before) but i wanted to talk about my other oc. or more accurately: persona

meet key. researcher (npc lol) at herta’s space station!

i mentioned her before to you, but to those that don’t know.. the reason she stands out is because she actually indirectly helped dan heng develop the archive!

starting middle school, she posted “fun facts” (secondhand information) about different kinds of planets, making resources and master lists of different pieces of information collected over the years, interested about other planets cultures and history (since she’s sick of hearing her own)

she seldom had a source, much less a refutable one. but through her high school years, she got better. she kept on piling more and more information to the public. and with a lot of information about planets being inaccessible to those who don’t travel intergalactically (or hell, DO at times) it helped to have a place where people can reliably find public info about most planets anywhere.

and seeing how the internet is a tool for people to connect.. it helps that she has a primary hand account from people of these planets

it’s also why she’s interested in culture; it lets her understand people more. and as an autistic person herself… she’s going to need all the help she can get

[mad-hunts]

If you could pick just one superpower, what would it be and why?

barton cleared his throat as he was approached by a stranger whom, for some reason, appeared to be completely unidentifiable; what with their sunglasses and seemingly blank features. and for a moment, he was extremely confused, but then he remembered something that he'd learned from the mun — or autumn, as she preferred to be called and was a person who seemingly had a weird connection with him (i just had to do the fourth wall break like this y'all... sorry LOL)— that he would be approached by someone he could trust and who was curious about him. so he then set down the coffee mug he was holding, before he began responding to them, ❝ uhh, well, i actually haven't really thought about it that much before. i guess because i am honestly perfectly fine with being human? but if i were to pick one, i would want it to be useful. and preferably not boring after a few seconds like super speed. ❞ barton tilted his head as he might've or might've not made an underhanded comment directed at the flash.

he always thought that something like that always had too many disadvantages to it as well, personally, so that was another reason why he disliked it. a hum of contemplation was what ended up breaking the temporary silence that had ensued as he thought of his answer. it appeared he had something like an epiphany then, though, judging by the fact that he rose a finger towards the figure and uttered a soft ' oh, wait ' like he was having a revelation, ❝ okay... yeah, after a little bit of deliberation, i think i know which one i'd want to have now. teleportation. i mean, imagine how helpful that would be to have if you were me. a couple of idiot cops giving you trouble by holding you at gunpoint and so you need a quick out? you could just poof away, wherever you want to go. you discover in the middle of a date with a person that was supposed to be the next person on your chopping block that they are also a serial killer and were planning on killing you as well at the end of the night? ignoring how ultra-specific that scenario is, as it totally hasn't happened to me or anything, you can just simply disappear and avoid having an awkward knife fight with them. ❞

yeah, with how detailed that situation was and how barton seemed to almost be too eager to brush it off as not being legit, it absolutely had happened to him. a laugh came from him then as he moved on from the subject, ❝ so, anyways, like i was saying... a power like that could be pretty instrumental in helping me escape sticky situations. and so i'd want teleportation. there's your answer, anonymous. i also think that having a pocket dimension could be fun, but i have to say that this is ultimately what i'd wanna go with. it is practical and fun after all. ❞

[ni-kol-koru]

Yay! 4, 5, 6, 13, 15, 30. 💙

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

It's gotta be my favorite boy, Kotarō. I love drawing him and I draw him a lot, but something about his hair and bangs never looks right? I wish I liked more of my works with him, because there are so many cool concepts I did with him, but I just think he doesn't look like himself enough.

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

I post maybe 10% of my art online... I really draw a lot, and I mostly draw for myself! I sometimes even draw NSFW, but I am not brave enough to post it anywhere (digital footprint is real) so I only post pieces that I think someone other than me might like or that I am extremely proud of!

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously

Hmmm... I was thinking about this a lot. If it's subconscious, how am I supposed to have counciousness of it? I am actually still thinking about this. I am thinking about this every day, and I have absolutely no idea, actually...

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

Honestly, I am not sure how I would answer this question, because I seriously love all artists and their respectful work, and I have never really looked into someone's pieces and said 'Not my thing'. Though, I tend to find hyper realism a little boring sometimes. I think it's really impressive to be able to copy something so truthfully, but it is not that creative, it's almost like looking at a printed out photograph most of the time, I wish there was some excitement or some twist to it!

15. Where do you draw

When I draw traditionally, I draw in my kitchen. That is literally the only place where I can focus and that has a big table where I can put all my supplies on. When I draw digitally, I literally draw anywhere I can sit or stand, because I draw on my phone using my fingers! Name a place in the house, I can draw there. Park, café, car, beach, classroom, gym... If inspiration strikes me, I will be drawing, and it doesn't matter where I am (if it's not disrespectful to stare at my phone, of course).

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

Honestly, none. I am happy that I finally feel confident enough to share my work with people online because that means it might get to someone who will enjoy it! Likes, comments and reblogs are something that doesn't matter to me.

[lord-emerson]

Evoking the ancient power of kisspocalypse by asking for a 🎲 between Cavendish and Oswald! -gmalaart

40. An impulsive kiss

"I didn't take you for a gambler, Doctor," Oswald said, leaning against the craps table. His arms crossed in front of him, he was the very picture of nonchalance mixed with only the slightest hint of annoyance.

"How wonderful it is then, that two close acquaintances such as us can still surprise each other," Cavendish replied, keeping their gaze fixed to the table.

Oswald rolled his eyes. "Perhaps you can surprise me by ending the game early?"

"Patience is a virtue, my dear." They must have been avoiding locking eyes with him on purpose at this point. Cavendish lifted a pair of dice in the air, close to Oswald's lips. "A kiss for good luck?"

Oswald raised an eyebrow.

Then quick as flash, he grabbed Cavendish by the lovely ribbon around their neck and leaned down to capture their lips in a kiss. His other hand brushed past the side seam of their waistcoat, dipping into a pocket. He rooted around until he found what he'd been searching for.

Oswald grabbed his companion's keyring and twirled it around a finger as he retreated.

"Come upstairs when you're done, Emon."

[halsteadlover]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

*Gifs and pic not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hi i saw your post 'exam buddies' and it gave me and idea of Jay gets grazed by a bullet or something and while he's getting checked out he is flirting with the doctor who he has had a crush on for a while and she does to so she denies him and says how unprofessional it would be but while she is talking he walks closer to her and starts undressing her while teasing her and saying "yes so unprofessional" of not that's fine love your work.

• Warnings: curse words, making out (hehe), mention of wounds, and I don’t know what else let me know if I missed any lol.

• Word count: 3604.

• A/N: when he gets stabbed just to see you 😍😍😍. Need me a man like Jay frfr. I hope you’ll like this one I really had fun writing it. Comment, reblog and leave a like if you want, it’d mean the world. Thank you so much for your support sending lots of love to all of you xx

“Halstead, third time in a month, that’s a record even for you.”

An amused expression appeared on your face as you entered the room of the patient you were supposed to see, who turned out to be no one other than Jay Halstead. He was lying on the bed, his back resting on the raised headboard and a bored expression on his face which however disappeared as soon as he saw you enter.

“Oh yeah I couldn't wait to see you, Dr. Sunshine,” he replied, letting his eyes wander unscrupulously along your uniform-covered figure, before returning them to your face and giving you a full on smile.

This was a nickname Jay had given you since the first moment you met and since then he had never stopped calling you that. In fact, since that day he had noticed how you always had a smile on your lips, constantly, how nothing seemed to disturb you. You always had a happy and serene expression on your face and this was one of the things that most attracted him from the beginning.

The two of you had met some time ago when Jay had arrived at Med's to question a suspect who he had injured during a chase and who you had taken into care.

He remembered how impressed he was with you when he first saw you, he couldn't deny you were a beautiful woman. But it was the marked humor with which you addressed him and your sharp but nice jokes that truly mesmerized him. While you two talked in front of that helpless patient who did nothing but bring his eyes between you and the detective, Jay found himself being attracted more and more to you, feeling the ever-increasing desire to get to know you better.

After that exchange in front of the patient, you left Jay talking to the suspect and walked out of the room, winking at him before closing the door behind you and leaving Jay standing there looking like an idiot.

Needless to say, as soon as he finished questioning the suspect, he immediately turned to his brother with the aim of asking for information about you. He didn't know why but he wanted to know everything he could about you. He had looked for you so he could have the opportunity to talk to you again but you were already with another patient.

From that day you had never left Jay's mind or his thoughts.

He found himself going to Med's every time for all sorts of reasons, most of which involved having to say something to his brother who couldn't help but make fun of the detective. You obviously weren't stupid and there was no shortage of your comments regarding the fact there was a very different reason behind those visits to which Jay responded with some mischievous joke that made you blush from head to toe.

However, there was no shortage of visits either due to some injuries Jay got due to his job but that didn't stop him from shamelessly flirting with you even if he was on a hospital bed.

He loved this relationship that had been created between you, the flirting, teasing each other, and every opportunity was perfect to see you but he wanted more. He struggled to admit it to himself but he had a huge crush on you and the fact he couldn't read you and know what you were thinking was driving him crazy. He was getting tired of looking at you from afar, of hiding behind the flirty jokes, he wanted you.

You giggled and looked at him for a moment as you quickly examined his body for injuries. Or at least that's what you convinced yourself of. You were pretty good at hiding your feelings because to say that damn detective gave you goosebumps and set every cell in your body on fire was an understatement.

You sanitized your hands and put on a pair of clean gloves before approaching him, his eyes never leaving yours and just the way he looked at you made you shiver from head to toe and your knees tremble.

Focus Y/n, he’s a patient now.

“What did you do this time?” You asked and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“You're no fun dammit, always straight to the point.”

“You know me Halstead,” you replied. “So?”.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a little cut while chasing a suspect, no big deal.”

Your gaze fell on his abdomen, at the level of his left side where you noticed a copious stain of blood. “Well let me be the judge since I’m the doctor. Lift your shirt up.”

His lips lifted into a mischievous grin and you rolled your eyes knowing where his mind had immediately gone. “If you want to undress me just say so Dr. Sunshine, there's no need for these excuses.”

He took off his shirt and you tried with every fiber of your being to try to maintain a composed and professional expression, trying not to look his abs and not to focus on the heat that was spreading through your body.

You swallowed the lump in your throat but you couldn't help but admire that Greek God laying in front of you. “You didn't need to take off your shirt Halstead.” You said in an amused tone before pulling up a chair and sitting next to the bed.

“Well, you know I'm a self-centered bastard,” he retorted and you rolled your eyes again as you began to examine the wound. “Plus I love the way you’re struggling not to jump on me right now.”

You flicked your gaze into his eyes, not responding but maintaining eye contact as he looked at you as if he wanted to undress you right then and there. The heat spreading through your body intensified and rose to your cheeks and you struggled to say anything because, damn, he was just telling the truth.

“J-just, let me do my job Halstead,” you murmured and cursed yourself for the way you stuttered. You looked away and back to his wound and he chuckled, probably aware of the effect it had on you.

You examined his wound. It was a stab wound and luckily it wasn't very deep so it only required a bit of disinfection and a couple of stitches. You took what you needed and sat next to Jay again, who continued to watch and examine your movements with meticulous attention.

“I'll numb the area so I can stitch you,” you said in a firm, professional tone of voice but refusing to look at him. You couldn't do it, not when his eyes were enough to make you a babbling mess.

You tried to maintain all the concentration you possessed, failing miserably as Jay was laying there in front of you with his shirt off.

You couldn't help but let your gaze travel down his abdomen, along his hips, the V-line disappearing into his boxers you so much wanted to trace with your tongue, the line of his underwear that slightly protruded from his pants.

He was so fucking hot and you were about to be burned.

Your breathing quickened even though you tried to keep yourself composed but this didn't escape Jay, who didn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

He carefully scanned your profile and features, the way your eyelids and eyelashes fluttered, the way your cheeks were flushed and he knew it was because of him, the way you were trying to avoid him even if you were attracted to him like a magnet.

“You're so beautiful Y/n, you know that?” he murmured before he could stop himself.

You almost dropped the pliers you were holding, taken aback by his words. You giggled, keeping your expression as neutral as possible even though that short and simple phrase had thrown you into a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions and sensations.

“And you know I’m your doctor right?”.

“Mmh just for now,” he replied “As soon as you're done you won't be anymore.”

“You're actually one of my most loyal patients.” You gave him an amused look, a smirk on your lips as you continued to stitch his wound. “Like I said, you're breaking every record so no, you can't make those comments it's very unethical of you.”

There was nothing ethical about Jay's sinful thoughts about you, but he didn't let them out at the time.

He laughed, never taking his eyes off you. “Since we see each other so often we’re more than just doctor/patient now, I’d say I have every right to tell you’re beautiful.”

“Stop it.” You gave him a fake disappointed look even if you were internally giggling like a little girl. “Am I hurting you? You feel anything?” You also asked but the smug expression on his face and the smirk on his lips had given you the answer you needed.

He shook his head. “Come to a date with me.”

Your heart started beating wildly, more than it already was since the first moment you say Jay laying on that bed. “Is this a question or an order?”.

“You want to tell me no?”.

“Jay, I need to focus.”

“That's not a no though, so I have some hope.”

You laughed, at the tenacity and cheekiness he was showing and to mask the nervousness you were feeling, God, you didn't know how long you could last before giving in.

After about ten minutes you finished suturing his wound and placed gauze over it, recommending him to disinfect it and change the gauze at least twice a day even though he did nothing but flirt with you.

You stood up and removed your gloves before throwing them into the bin along with the dirty gauze you had used earlier and disinfected your hands.

You glanced at Jay, noticing he had sat up in bed, still wonderfully bare-chested. For the second time you found yourself running your eyes over his frame, his broad shoulders, his muscular arms and toned chest.

That man oozed sex from every pore of his body and you no longer knew what to do to resist him.

“Why are you this far? I don't bite, you know.” He said with a wicked smile on his lips, not even trying to mask the way he was eye-fucking you.

You rolled your eyes for the thousand time and crossed your arms over your chest, remaining firm in your position even if with difficulty. You felt as if there was some kind of force pushing you towards him and as the minutes passed you were less and less able to fight it.

“Don't you have to go back to work?”.

“Not until you give me an answer.”

“About what?”.

“About the date.”

“You didn’t ask me though.”

“Well will come to a date with me?”.

You tried to suppress a chuckle but didn't answer, keep losing yourself in those two emeralds that were his eyes.

You didn't have to hesitate like that, you didn't even have to think about it. You were a doctor, he was your patient and there was nothing more immoral.

But then why didn't you say no? Why were you actually thinking about that?

Jay stood up and walked over you noticing your silence, standing a step away from you.

Still shirtless.

God please have some mercy on me.

You raised your head slightly so you could look in his eyes given your height difference, the words dying in your throat every time you tried to say something.

It was undeniable there was an attraction between you two that in one way or another always pushed you towards each other. It was undeniable that man made you feel things you hadn't felt in a long time.

You didn't know what he had done to you, what kind of witchcraft he had practiced on you since there had never even been anything between you. Sure, you flirted with him too, he shamelessly hit on you and sometimes you didn't even know if he was serious or just because of the way your relationship had turned, but you couldn't get him out of your mind.

“You're thinking about it, aren't you? I know you want it,” he whispered, lifting a hand and stroking your hair, moving a strand behind your ear as his eyes continued to admire and analyze every little feature of your face.

You let your arms drop to your sides, dumbfounded as his fingers caressed your skin so lightly his touch seemed unnoticeable. But you felt it all, you felt his touch in every corner of your body.

Your breathing quickened as your eyes alternated between his and his mouth, without even being able to stop yourself.

“We can't,” you whispered back.

“Why not? We both want it, I know it and you know it too.” He wet his lips with his tongue. “And the way you're looking at me now, fuck… I'm fighting every fiber of my body not to throw you on this bed and have my way with you. You can't deny it Y/n, you can’t deny what's going on between us.”

Before you knew it, your hands were resting on his chest, his skin hot under your fingers and his breathing visibly quickening under your touch. “And who tells me it's not just the thrill of conquest? That once I say yes you won't just disappear?”.

His hands cupped your face, his lips so close to yours they kept brushing each other. “I’m planning to do so many things to you that a lifetime won't be enough Y/n, you're not just a conquest. I want you.”

His thumb traced the outline of your bottom lip and your breath hitched, almost making you pass out at his feet.

God Jay what are you doing to me?

“You really think every time I'm here it's to see Will? Don't get me wrong, I love my brother but do you seriously think I'm here almost every day just to see him? Do you seriously think I would randomly find myself at Molly's every night whenever you're there? Do you think I’d let myself get stabbed just to have another excuse to come here and see you?”.

You pulled away from him, hitting him in the chest in disbelief. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?! I hope you're kidding.”

“Do you see me laughing? I'm not fucking kidding. I could’ve easily overpower that piece of shit but you got into my head so much that at that moment I just thought I had the perfect excuse to see you and be close to you. That's how fucking insane you make me Y/n. Please just give me a chance, I want you so bad,” he spoke, not caring about how desperate he sounded.

Now that he had said it out loud he realized how crazy he really was. But did he care? Absolutely not. He just wanted you to accept to go to that date.

“And it's not just wanting to have sex with you. I mean, God yes, you turn me one so much I would fuck you on every floor and surface of this hospital… But I want everything, I want to know every single part of you, the good and the bad, I want you to be mine, I want you to know me and I want to be yours.”

You sighed in frustration, the temperature of the room rising a degree with each passing second. How were you supposed to push him away?

“Tell me you don't want me and I'm leaving right now and you'll never hear from me again. Tell me you don't feel like this thing between us is consuming you too... Tell me,” he continued, brushing his nose with yours.

“You're so unprofessional Jay,” you whispered, trying so hard to fight the urge to give in but, fuck, you didn't think it would be this hard.

“Yeah so unprofessional. Now answer me.”

You sighed. “Jay I…”

“God you're so stubborn Dr. Sunshine, you really want to torture me until the end? Have mercy on me at least now that I'm… Shit,” he stopped, holding his side where he had been stabbed and letting out a cry of pain.

“Jay! Hey, what's going on? Talk to me please.”

“Fuck it hurts.”

“Here, let me help you. Sit down so I can take another look at you. Everything will be fine.”

You helped him sit on the edge of the bed, worried and thinking of every possible scenario imaginable like an internal bleeding.

But when he instead surrounded your hips under your white coat and pulled you towards him, making you settle between his legs, you understood that asshole was just faking it.

“You piece of shit! You've got me worried sick!” You exclaimed, hitting his shoulder harder this time. You tried to pull away from him but his grip was too tight around your waist.

He laughed, a cocky look on his face that only made you want to punch him. “Look at you so worried about me. Just as I thought.”

“You thought about what? That you’re an asshole?”.

“Yes I am,” he replied amused, “But also that all this facade you want to put up, all this resistance is fake. That you want me as much as I want you, so why do you keep fighting it so much?”.

“Because it’s unprofessional, I'm a doctor and you're my patient. We can't.”

“Of course we can.” His hands tightened around your waist, moving up your hips, distracting you and making you forget what you even wanted to say. “Like I said. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me.”

You didn't answer, again.

You just looked at him and melted under his touch.

You didn't know what happened, it was like a switch had been turned on inside you.

All your rational thoughts and abilities left your mind as you grabbed his face and crashed your lips onto his.

You didn't want to resist anymore, especially since you weren’t strong enough. Let's be honest, it was a battle you already lost from the start.

You didn't want to live in fear of what might happen, hide behind the hypocrisy of 'unprofessionalism' because the truth was that you wanted that man more than anyone you had ever met in your life. The truth was, you couldn't look him in the eyes and tell him you didn't want him when just hearing his name made your heart beat wildly and your body lit up on fire.

Jay kissed you back, not even being able to explain how ardently and for how long he wanted that moment.

You parted your lips slightly and he immediately took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss which was becoming more and more passionate, borderline pornographic.

His hands rested on your stomach and moved up your abdomen, grazing your breasts before settling on your shoulders. He hesitated and you nodded during the kiss, giving him permission to take off your white coat which fell to the floor next to your feet.

His hands then trailed down back to your ass which he squeezed and groped without any shame as you threaded your fingers through his hair, sighing into his mouth at the sensation.

If at first there was a thread of doubt that left you perplexed, after finally feeling his lips against yours, their taste, you knew there would never be a return from that point. You were deeply and inexorably lost for Jay Halstead.

Your heart was pounding as your body continued to press against his, as if you were both trying to suck out each other's souls.

You bit his lower lip and a small moan escaped him which immediately made you press your legs to each other, your insides twist and goosebumps on your skin. He slapped your ass in response, a gesture that turned you on more than you would ever admit.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, pulling him towards you.

“I'll take this as a yes?” He whispered the moment you both broke apart panting as you tried to catch your breath.

He slid his hands down your back, up your ass, your thighs, touching and caressing every inch of your body he could reach.

“What do you think?” You replied, one eyebrow raised.

“I can't even think right now to be honest, all the blood has rushed to my dick. It actually hurts a little, can you kiss it better?”.

“You’d really love it wouldn’t you?”.

“Oh you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you kissing me better, especially my dick. This mouth of yours is haunting me princess.”

You chuckled – not mentioning how bad you wanted to do it – and he smiled back, feeling lighter, happier.

“Is tomorrow night okay?”.

“Tomorrow night? Are you kidding me? You really think I can last until tomorrow especially after you kissed me like that? No, there’s no chance. I want to see you tonight.”

“Oh Halstead, remember that patience is the virtue of the strong,” You smirked at him, caressing his shoulders. “See you tomorrow night detective.”

You gave him one last sweet kiss on the lips and picked up your white coat from the floor, then straightening out your wrinkled uniform. You winked at him before exiting the room, leaving him sitting on the edge of that bed with an erection in his pants he knew he’d struggle to keep at bay for the next twenty-four hours.

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lena oberdorf x bayern!reader

part one

summary: why do you treat her the same way as everyone else?

warnings: 18+, reader is flirty with anyone who breathes, no smut in this one but part two does have smut hehe

you’ve always loved the game. if you’re honest though, you love the reactions just as much. 

watching how people react to that smile of yours, the wink you’ve perfected, the easy charm that makes your teammates shake their heads with a smirk or roll their eyes but secretly smile, because it’s just so you. 

at bayern, you’ve earned yourself quite the reputation for being a flirt, sometimes during inappropriate times. 

your teammates have started making bets on how quickly you’ll charm or flirt someone new. it’s become a little tradition—how many days until you get the newbie to blush? your record— ten minutes after the new player arrived to bayern campus for training. 

throwback to 2022, when you were first teased by the community for being a flirt. you were in a league match against wolfsburg, and the game was getting intense. it was one of those tough battles where everything counts. 

you’re all over the field, slipping in and out of spaces, weaving your way through defenders as a midfielder. you feel eyes on you—the ref’s watching, maybe just to make sure you’re not pushing any boundaries. 

and, of course, you decide to push them anyway.

there’s a late tackle; your foot catches the ball just as you catch lena’s ankle shortly before. 

you got her the same way she gets your other teammates on the pitch. 

lena goes down, nothing too dramatic—just enough to make the point. the ref’s whistle blows, sharp and clear, and you’re up in an instant, wiping at your forehead with the back of your hand, and glancing at the ref with a small, cheeky grin. 

you’re almost positive the yellow card is coming out. in fact, she’s already reaching for it.

“oh, come on, audrey,” you say, flashing that practiced smile, all easy charm. 

was it inappropriate to call a ref by their name? maybe.. 

“surely, you don’t want to ruin your record of being my favorite referee?” your voice has that light, teasing lilt, and you can see the ref pause, hand hesitating over the card.

the ref gives you a once-over, a look that says really? but you know she’s flustered, if just a little, and you see her lips twitch. your hand rests on your hips as you smirk at the ref who’s an inch taller than you. 

audrey, the ref, chuckles despite herself, then shakes her head, tucking the card back into her pocket. 

“fine, you get this one. just this once. that’s your warning.”

you flash her a wink, all sunshine and charm, and mouth a quick, 

“thanks, beautiful,” before jogging away. in the crowd, a few fans catch the moment on camera. they catch the smirk on your face, the amused eye-roll from the ref, the way she can’t quite seem to hide the smile.

“what the actual fuck?” lena, who’s still in the green kit, stands up and gives you a questioning look. 

you shrug your shoulders at lena, before walking away towards pernille who was too focused to entertain your behaviors. 

by the end of the day, the video’s all over social media. 

“y/n flirting her way out of another yellow card”  reads one tweet with a thousand likes and counting. 

can you believe this girl? says another. 

tbh i’d do the same thing if i had to ref a bayern game.. another tweet with thousands of likes rolls onto your timeline. 

your teammates are sending it in the group chat, poking fun at you, but you just reply with a simple– works every time :) . they know you too well.

then there was that game against hoffenheim shortly after, where a midfielder came in too fast, misjudging her slide tackle. you see her coming but don’t fully dodge her in time, so she clips your leg, and you go down, rolling just a bit to make sure the ref doesn’t miss it. 

you’re not one to get worked up or start shouting at opponents, not when there’s a much more fun approach. as soon as the ref blows the whistle, you look up at the opponent with a grin, leaning on your elbow as if you’re lounging, not sprawled on the pitch.

“that wasn’t necessary, memeti.” you say, giving her that half-smile, the one that could make anyone melt a little. 

“if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to tackle me.” the ref is already on her way over, but you’re focused on the player in front of you, who’s gone a bit red in the face, trying to play it cool. 

“shut up!” she rolled her eyes, but the blush on her face spoke for itself. 

“i can, but next time, maybe after the game– just ask for my number?” you tease.

the poor girl stumbles over her words, muttering a flustered apology that’s lost somewhere between a laugh and a mumble. 

the ref arrives, giving the hoffenheim player a yellow card with a look that says be more careful, but your focus is still on memeti, who’s looking anywhere but directly at you. 

“i’ll let it slide,” you say, standing up and patting her shoulder with a grin, 

“just this once.” you jog off while her teammate pulls her up, cheeks still pink, probably regretting the tackle but hopefully not the conversation.

later, that one’s trending too. clips of your cheeky grin as you flirt right in the middle of a serious game have fans in hysterics, filling the comments with laughing emojis, shipping suggestions, and endless comments.

the amount of “potential girlfriends” you have among the woso community couldn’t be counted on one hand. no wonder you had a reputation..

just before the olympics in 2024, you captained your national team against canada. your country’s watching, eyes on you as you step up to the role. 

the energy is high, the pressure intense, but you know how to ease the tension in the best way you know how. 

yes, you’re going to be serious in the captain role but that doesn’t mean that you couldn’t let go of your happy charm.

jessie fleming is on the opposition captaining canada, and you’ve always liked her style on the pitch—she’s calm, composed, a little serious in her focus, which only makes the idea of teasing her that much more tempting.

you stroll up to midfield for the coin toss, giving her a once-over with an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression. she’s polite, professional, and you know she’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary. 

that’s not exactly your brand, is it?

“you know, jessie,” you start, your voice all casual charm, 

“if i had known we’d be captains together, i might’ve dressed up a little.” she glances over, a faint smile tugging at her lips, but she’s still playing it cool.

“oh yeah? is this what sophia was telling me about?” she replies, a hint of challenge in her eyes.

you nod, shrugging your shoulders and giving her a once-over, your expression full of playfulness. 

“of course. i mean, it’s not every day i get to lead my team and have canada’s captain all to myself for a few seconds.” the ref flips the coin, and jessie calls it, winning the toss. she shakes her head at you, clearly amused but not giving in fully.

“just make sure you don’t get too distracted out there,” she says, raising an eyebrow. 

“wouldn’t want to see your team captain lose her focus.”

you flash her a grin. 

“oh, don’t worry about me. i’m great at multitasking.”

throughout the game, you keep it going. every now and then, you throw her a little smile when you’re in passing range. you can tell it’s getting to her, in the tiniest way, the slightest hesitation in her reactions, the way she sometimes looks down at the ground with a smile she’s trying to hide. 

your national teammates pick up on it too, nudging you, calling you out in the locker room afterward.

“really, y/n? flirting with the captain of the other team?”

“it’s a strategy mal,” you say with a grin, shrugging nonchalantly. 

“i’m surprised you haven’t caught feelings for any of these players you flirt with,” one of your teammates wraps their arm around your shoulder as you laugh lightly at their opinion. 

“well, its bound to happen someday. until then, just let me fool around—” 

later in the month, after the whistle blows in paris. you stood outside of the box with a bright smile on your face. 

you’re on cloud nine, body on fire with the energy of a thousand games. the stadium is a whirlwind of noise, the crowd erupting in cheers that roll over you like waves, mixing with the adrenaline that hasn’t faded from those final minutes. 

you’re laughing as sophia runs to jump into your arms, practically breathless as the magnitude of what you’ve done settles in. this isn’t just any win—it’s the paris olympics.

i’m a gold medalist! you think, the four words repeating in your head over and over again.

it feels impossibly surreal. there’s a dizzy, euphoric rush pounding in your chest, and every person on the pitch is a part of that ecstasy, celebrating like the world stopped for a moment, just for you and your team.

in the midst of the chaos, you find yourself pulled toward sam coffey, drawn in by that familiar, steady presence. she’s grinning just as hard as you are, a little breathless, her eyes shining with that same disbelief. 

though you know sam isn’t interested in you in that way, her friendship means a lot, and in this moment, it feels like she’s the only one who can ground you in the midst of all the noise.

without a second thought, you drape yourself over her shoulders, arms looping around her in an affectionate, nearly crushing hug. you rest your chin on her shoulder, feeling the warmth radiate from both of you, and laugh, the sound muffled against the shoulder of her jersey. 

“you were unreal out there, sam,” you say, still half-giddy, voice warm and low. 

“i mean it—what would I have done without my defensive midfielder.”

she huffs, amused but still a little embarrassed, nudging you with her shoulder. 

“oh, god, stop. i’m already overwhelmed, and now you’re getting all loving on me?” she says, trying to sound exasperated, but her voice is full of affection. 

“you and your never-ending charm routine...we won the gold medal, y/n. could you at least give us a break?”

you laugh, that joyful, easy laugh that’s only possible in moments like this, and shake your head, hugging her a little tighter. 

“flattering you is a public service, coffey, and i’m just doing my job,” you tease. 

“but don’t worry—straight women aren’t my type, anyway.”

for a split second, there’s silence before she bursts into laughter, the kind that’s contagious, her whole body shaking with it. she leans back a little, looking at you with a grin that says she’s torn between wanting to smack you and hug you back. 

“you’re actually the worst,” she says, her eyes twinkling with humor. 

“i can’t believe they let you near a microphone. you’ll flirt with anything that breathes.”

“hey, that’s not true,” you say, acting mock-offended, raising your hands in defense as you finally pull away, still laughing. 

“i’m very discerning.”

before you can respond, you feel a familiar arm drape around your shoulders and turn to see tierna, her own smile as bright as you’ve ever seen it, all warmth and pride as she takes in the absolute chaos around her. 

tierna’s always had a grounding presence, and with her, you share something special.. aka the bond of being teammates and being two of the very few openly queer players on the active roster. 

that small, shared understanding has always made your friendship feel effortless, a solid foundation that you both lean on in the busyness of national team life.

you turn to her with an affectionate grin, arms wrapping around her in a hug that’s just as warm and joyful as the one you’d given sam. 

“tierna, look at us—the open gays on the team winning gold!” you exclaim, laughter bubbling up as you hold her close. 

“i mean, seriously, what did we do to deserve this?”

tierna laughs, squeezing you just as tightly, and the two of you sway for a moment, laughing together at the absurdity of it all. 

“you know, i ask myself that every day, y/n,” she replies, her voice teasing but her smile soft and genuine. 

“but i guess putting up with you for years was our sacrifice to the football gods.”

“oh, come on,” you say, laughing, pulling back to look at her. 

“you know you’re lucky to have me. i mean, who else would make it their mission to get under the other team’s skin with a smile and a few praiseful words?”

“you’re ridiculous,” tierna says, shaking her head, but her gaze is fond, and there’s a deep pride in her eyes as she looks back at you. she’s been with you through the highs and lows, knows your quirks, and she understands better than most how much this gold medal means to you, not just for the win itself, but for the journey, for the battles you’ve fought and won just to be here.

coming back to munich after the olympics feels like settling into a warm, familiar hug. 

sure, the thrill of that gold medal still makes your heart race, but there’s a quiet kind of joy in returning to your bayern family, where the intensity of international competition eases into something softer, something a little closer to home. 

the lounge room is buzzing with familiar faces, and as you pour yourself a coffee, your eyes land on sydney. she’s wrapped in her red hoodie, her bronze medal tucked away somewhere, though you’d seen her flash it around proudly a few times already through the bayern group chats. 

you can’t help but grin, the sight of her bringing back memories of watching her team’s fierce fight against spain.

sydney’s just taking a sip when you wander over and, without much thought, place your head on her shoulder, letting out a playful sigh. 

“syd,” you say, your voice warm, 

“i just have to say this— i’m just so glad i got to watch germany whoop spain’s ass.” you squeeze her shoulder, the cheeky grin tugging at your lips impossible to hide.

sydney’s laugh is immediate, her shoulders shaking as she tries to hide her smile behind her mug. 

“don’t word it like that,” she scolds, trying to sound serious, but the sparkle in her eye gives her away. 

“we didn’t whoop anyone’s ass.”

you shrug, laughing softly, refusing to back down. 

“just calling it like i saw it! i mean, it’s true, and you know it.” 

“you’re just saying that because your ex plays for spain!” 

“woah woah!! don’t mention her now! take the compliment syd” you laugh as you remember your ex girlfriend, the goalkeeper at madrid who you haven't had contact with in nearly three years. 

before syd can respond, her girlfriend sam approaches, catching sight of you draped over sydney. you turn immediately, flashing her a mischievous grin. 

“scottish kerr! missed you so much,” you say, drawing out the words with dramatic flair. 

“i was lost without my favorite coffee partner. did you miss me at all while we were off with our national teams?”

sam chuckles, raising an eyebrow as she leans against the counter, crossing her arms. 

“miss you? please,” she teases, giving you a playful push before dragging your arms back into a hug. 

“you were probably too busy charming half the tournament to even notice i was gone. pretty sure the cameras caught you chatting your way towards that gold medal.”

“hey, that’s just part of my play style,” you say with a laugh, shrugging innocently.

“i was still thinking of you the whole time, sammy, i swear.” she rolls her eyes but smiles, reaching out to ruffle your hair.

just then, the door opens, and you glance up to see lea walk in, her eyes lighting up as she spots the group of you.

it’s the person beside her who catches your attention and makes you do a slight double-take—lena, with a brace over her knee and a slightly stiff walk with her crunches. 

you remember hearing about her ACL injury over the break, and seeing her now, a mixture of empathy and surprise runs through you. 

she meets your gaze, her expression softer than usual, and there’s a faint blush that rises to her cheeks when she notices you looking. 

she’s trying to act casual, but there’s a certain vulnerability in her stance that’s new. without a second thought, you straighten up, leaving your coffee to the side as you take a step toward her, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“hey, lena,” you say, keeping your voice warm and easy. 

“it’s good to see you. how’s the knee holding up?” 

lena shrugs, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“it’s… getting there,” she says quietly, the slightest hint of embarrassment flashing across her face. 

“just wish i didn’t have to spend my first season with bayern stuck on the sidelines.”

you shake your head, quick to dismiss her worry.

“trust me, you’re exactly where you need to be. and honestly, i can handle getting you whatever you need—coffee, tea, water, a ride home? just sit down and relax that knee; we’ve got you.”

her eyes widen at the offer, surprise flickering across her face, and that faint blush deepens. your seriousness catches everyone by surprise, since you’re known for being silly with your bestfriend sydney.

“oh, uh, thanks,” she stammers, clearly a bit taken aback. 

“a water would be nice.”

you flash her a quick smile and head over to the fridge, grabbing a chilled bottle before passing it to her, giving her shoulder a gentle pat. 

“it’s all part of the team service, right? you’re with us now, so let me take care of you. no need to be so tough all the time.”

lena ducks her head slightly, clearly trying to hide her smile as she takes the bottle. 

“thanks, y/n,” she says, her voice soft, almost shy.

out of the corner of your eye, you notice lea watching the exchange with an amused grin, her eyebrow raising as she shares a knowing look with sydney and sam. 

lea has warned lena before that you’re, well, famously flirtatious with just about everyone. the line between your genuine kindness and your endless flirting can be hard to distinguish, and you’re certain she’s wondering if lena realizes this herself.

lena’s still looking at you, her gaze lingering for just a second longer than usual, and for once, you don’t mind letting her believe that maybe, just maybe, this moment was more than your usual personality.

“relax, okay? we’ve got all the time in the world,” you call out, still smiling at her as you handed her the water, the playful sparkle in your eyes softening just a bit as you watch her settle down on the couch.

throwback to the first day of the preseason, before the olympics, the sun hung high above the bayern training complex, casting a warm golden hue over the field that morning. 

your eyes caught sight of lena at the far end of the building where the medical rooms are, her hair was neatly pulled back into a ponytail, and she was dressed in the bold red of bayern—a stark contrast to her usual wolfsburg green. 

your heart skipped a beat; she looked undeniably hot. honestly, you forgot that she was transferring here. how? you weren’t sure, maybe too caught up into texting all of your contacts back during your free time.

anyways, you smirked at the taller girl and called out, 

“wow, ms. oberdorf! look at you in red instead of green. who knew it would suit you so well? red is definitely your color.”

lena turned at the sound of your voice, amusement dancing in her eyes. a soft chuckle escaped her lips, and you couldn’t help but notice how her smile lit up her face. 

“thanks, y/n. it’s nice to meet you too. very friendly of you to say,” she replied with a teasing tone, her eyebrows raised conspiratorially.

you shot her a playful glare, barely masking your laughter. 

“really? nice to meet you? friendly? come on, we’ve known each other for ages. you don’t need to act like we’re strangers.”

“hey, new season, new beginnings,” she said, shrugging playfully. 

“besides, we’ll be seeing each other every day now, so I thought I’d make a good first impression for you.”

“mission accomplished then,” you replied, your heart racing in a mix of flirtation and thrill. 

lea rolled her eyes seeing the both of her annoyingly flirtatious friends teasing each other, she might get annoyed by the second day of training! 

during the water break after sprinting for medical stuff, you caught sight of lena standing nearby, stretching her legs. 

you walked over towards her, noticing that she was sitting alone as most of her german national teammates were completing their own medicals as well. 

“you know, your thighs are making me jealous. i mean what the fuck lena? how?” you said, flashing a sly grin. 

“i could say a not-so-appropriate thing.. but I have to ask, is it just for show, or is there something else I should know about?”

lena’s laughter rang out, genuinely warm. 

“you’ll have to find out for yourself—you might just be joining me in lifting tomorrow,” she shot back, her voice lowering just enough to send your heart racing.

tomorrow came– and you were both outside on the pitch standing in line, your arms brushing against one another. the simple contact sent a wave of electricity through you. 

“you ready to get your ass beat?” lena teased, a smirk playing on her lips.

“in your dreams,” you shot back, a competitive glint in your eye as you looked down at the orange pennie you had to wear. 

“besides, I’m more worried about you trying to distract me with all that red.” 

“i’m taking that as a challenge, y/n,” she replied with a flirtatious wink, her tone playful yet confident.

as the drill began, you found yourselves running side by side. midway through, lena matched your pace, nudging you slightly with her shoulder. 

“got to keep up, y/n! I thought you said I looked hot in this color.” 

“only because it’s true,” you laughed, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you pushed her back. 

in that playful exchange, the world around you faded into a blur.

you joined in the drills, faking a stumble just slightly so you could fall back and end up beside her again. 

“you know, a little help wouldn’t hurt,” you said, brushing your arm against hers as you both jogged to the next station. 

“holding up okay in that red? it must be heavy from all the eyes looking at you.”

“don’t worry about me. i can handle it,” she shot back with confidence, and just as you turned to meet her gaze, she lightly bumped your shoulder, sending a jolt of warmth through you. 

before the national break that led into the olympics, lena and you had fun. obviously, you took training very seriously since you’re both world class players, but the small moments made your day. 

even if you didn’t want to admit it out loud.. 

training wrapped up and now you had to go home and pack for your 5am flight back to your country, play a few friendlies, then go to paris..

“y/n!” georgia called out, her voice teasing. 

“we just had to find you. you know, we couldn’t help but notice your little dance with lena during the last few days.”

“what are you talking about?” you replied, feigning innocence. 

the smile creeping onto your face betrayed you, and you felt your cheeks flush a little.

“oh, come on!” klara chimed in, stifling a laugh. 

“you two were practically vibing the entire time! I’ve never seen you on the receiving end of flirting like that. it was kind of… cute.”

“cute?” you echoed, trying to play it cool. 

“you’ve got it all wrong. we were just having fun. she just got here from wolfsburg and i figured she might want another friend who isn’t just lea..”

georgia raised her eyebrows, clearly unconvinced. 

“fun? that was more than fun, y/n! you’ve finally met your match.” she smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned closer, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.

“please, you’re imagining things,” you protested, laughing as you felt your cheeks heat up even more. 

“lena and I just have great chemistry on the pitch according to the coach, that’s all.”

klara shook her head, a grin plastered on her face. 

“chemistry? or is it more like a connection? because from where we were standing, that looked like flirting at its finest.”

“you’re both ridiculous,” you retorted, trying to hide your embarrassment beneath a playful glare. 

“shut up already!”

“make us!” georgia shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“you might want to take a page from lena’s book on how to flirt, because it looked like you were a little bit overwhelmed there,” klara teased, nudging you playfully.

you tried to suppress your laughter but found it impossible.

“okay, okay, you win. I might be a little… flustered, but if you tell the rest of the team that i said that then you’re cooked buhl.” you point at the german with a smirk, your voice a little softer now as you thought back to your exchanges with lena. 

“though, it’s not a big deal.”

“it’s totally a big deal!” georgia insisted, her expression serious for a moment before she burst into laughter again. 

“just admit it, you’re into her. we’re here for the gossip, y/n!”

rolling your eyes but smiling, you glanced at the duo. you knew they were just teasing, but their encouragement had a way of making you feel both flattered and flustered. 

“I’m not giving you any shit,” you said, shaking your head.

“what’s it going to take for you to admit that she’s got you wrapped around her little finger?” klara pressed, both girls leaning in closer, clearly eager for more details.

you threw your hands up in mock surrender. 

“fine! I might think she’s interesting, okay? but that doesn’t mean anything!” the laughter that erupted around you made your heart feel light.

“it means everything!” georgia replied victoriously. 

back to the present.. the mid-september air signaled the approach of fall, and you found yourself wrapped in the cozy familiarity of bayern's campus. the evening breeze brought with it a sense of transition—not just in the season but in your life as well. 

stepping into your kitchen at home, you couldn’t help but smile at the prospect. your love for baking had been a hidden gem among your close peers, a talent and passion you reserved for only those you trusted. 

the thought of making banana and pumpkin loafs danced in your mind like autumn leaves caught in a playful wind.

after a few joyful hours in the kitchen alone, you pulled the loaves from the oven. 

today was just another training session, but you knew you’d see lena there. she had been working hard to recover from her acl injury. though, you made a mental note—lena had to try your banana and pumpkin loaf like the rest of the girls did when you first came from lyon.

as you arrived at the girls' dressing room, the chatter and laughter of your teammates immediately enveloped you. you placed two trays of beautifully baked loaves on the table, their golden tops glistening invitingly. 

the third tray, still covered in plastic, was reserved just for lena but you kept it away from the team’s eyes. 

glancing over, you noticed obi seated with lea, deep in conversation. there was something heartwarming about seeing lena smile, even if it was tinged with the exhaustion from her recovery.

you found yourself subtly watching her as she interacted with lea, a pang of curiosity stirring in your chest. surprisingly, your mind wandered to the saran-wrapped tray. you couldn’t shake the intrigue of it—what would lena think? what if she didn’t like bananas.. or pumpkin’s? you were being ridiculous.

as you turned to chat with kathi, who is recovering from her acl injury like lena, you felt a soft flutter of nerves each time you stole a glance at lena. 

the moment you leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on kathi's cheek, doing your best to encourage her as she had a moment of weakness about her recovery, you were acutely aware of lena's gaze on you. 

as the girls began to filter out of the dressing room after practice, you felt that familiar urgency rising within you. scanning the space, you spotted lena gathering her things. 

“hey, lena!” you called out, your voice cheerful amidst the fading sounds of chatter. 

“could you wait for me in the hallway for just a sec? i almost forgot something.”

she looked up, a hint of curiosity dancing in her eyes, but you could see a flicker of excitement as well. “sure,” she replied, a soft smile gracing her lips. you grinned back, heart racing, and hurried back into the dressing room to retrieve the tray meant just for her.

with the tray in your hands, you ran back into the hallway where lena was waiting. her eyes lit up when she saw you, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the entire world melted away, leaving just the two of you standing there.

“what’s that?” lena asked, glancing at the tray covered with plastic wrap. you could see the intrigue in her expression, a mixture of curiosity and hunger that made your heart flutter. 

“this?” you said, lifting the tray slightly and unveiling it a moment later. “it’s for you.” 

her brows knit together in surprise. “for me? really? why?”

“because that’s what friends are for,” you replied, the words spilling out with conviction even though they felt too simple for what you were beginning to feel. 

as you handed the loaf to her, you felt a flutter in your chest. lena's fingers brushed against yours, an innocent contact that sent a warm shiver coursing through your body. 

this is not normal for someone who flirts with women like its her second job. 

“thank you, y/n. this means a lot,” she said, her voice soft and genuine.

“no prob.. i might just be the secret ingredient for your recovery.”

lena laughed lightly, a sound so lovely it played like music in your ears. “you definitely are,” she replied, her tone warm, her eyes sparkling.

“see you tomorrow for practice?” you asked, trying to maintain your composure while dodging the swirling feelings inside you.

“absolutely. you’d better bring more of this deliciousness,” lena replied playfully, hefting the tray as if it were a precious gem.

as you turned to walk away, your mind began to plague. what was this? you had always been a flirt, known in your circles for your charm and charisma, but lena felt different. you couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps this flirtation was unfolding into something else. 

part two here

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 17/11✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: (Baby Mk trying to wake up macaque) Macaque: Wukong your son's awake Wukong: Before sunrise he's your son. Lol lion King reference

Aaaaaaahhh I love it! I was thinking the same!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I wonder if MK is experiencing any other Yaoguai urges? Besides his crush instincts and fun Monkey habits and behaviors.

mmmmm I think he mostly sometimes starts a tantrum in monkey style, where he starts to move a lot and jumps around

Anonimo ha chiesto: So like do macaque and wukong have rings or anything like now I think it would be cute if they renewed their vow.

I think I need to go study traditional chinese weddings traditions

l@ovingshadowpeaches ha chiesto: Ohhh my gosh i finally have the balls to send you this ask!! I adore your shadowpeach bio parents AU SO SO SO MUCH, your art style is so satisfying and mesmerising to look at, the plot is chefs kiss and I hope you know I LOVE all the soysauce duo content i am being fed and our Macaque introject adores it because the MK he knows is his son and your comic makes him feel a lot more valid and closer to his boy, your comic is so comforting to both him and me. I can't wait to see how it all plays out and I can't express enough how much we love love this comic!! All the love!!! GAH!!!

awww tysm for your ask!!!! :')

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think that is hilarious that macaque yoinked the great sage. Also other demons jealous Mac?!?! I need more jealous mac. I can only imagine it went like, Here is a basket of delicious peaches for your enjoyment. Excuse me while I go beat the shit out this demon for trying to take you away (Not that they could even if they got past Macaque).

hehe meanwhile Wukong's ego grows tenfold

Anonimo ha chiesto: SHADOWPEACH BIO PARENT AU The last question had me saying: what was Pigsy's and Tang's reaction to Mk's l̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ crush on Red Son? And also the court napping thing?

I think at first they didn't believe it, then they realized what happened, and didn't know wheter being shocked or not since they should have absolutely saw it coming.

@vex--lynn ha chiesto: Do you find it crazy how much you've affected the Fandom, like you've taken it by storm! It's kinda like when "Garden across our collarbone" took over the Fandom. In the end, we're left crying happy tears. I'm so happy to have found this comic while it was still being made cause I feel like I'm part of the adventure of these crazy monkies! I wish you nothing but the best for you!! <3

BRO u CAN'T JUST PULL OUT THAT NAME AND MINE IN THE SAME CONTEXT. That fic is like an atomic bomb I'm just a humble artist drawing gay monkies.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I just want you to know that your LMK comic is getting me through a really hard time in my life right now. It really helps to have something to smile about and look forward to. Thank you so much for all the recent fluff. It brings me a lot of joy. 💕 Awwww tysm!!

Aww that's so nice to hear!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Okay since mac has 6 sensitive ears... wouldn't be sometimes hard for him...? l mean what if there was very strong noises like fireworks or smt around!? U know what is the best solution for this!! Mac lying down between wukong's arms and put his head on chest and listen to his heartbeat!!! This will absolutely will calm him down right? I WANNA SEE THIS IN YOUR COMICS PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAASS

askjcbaicbasc that's sooooo cute! Maybe, perhaps, in the future, who knows....

Anonimo ha chiesto: Is it slowly building back up to shadowpeach getting back together or? 🤔 idk their relationship status rn

situationship so bad these 2 are sleeping together and have a kid but still are allergic to flirt like normal people.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Got a question about Sun Wukong being trans. I know he probably uses glamour to hide his ✨✨boobies✨✨. But like, is he also using tape or are they kinda just... Out Cause now I'm thinking about the times we've seen him shirtless so like... ???

before he learned to shapeshift he mostly used bandages since that's all he could do at the time. Now MK is teaching him what binders are and he couldn't be more grateful.

@ayrza ha chiesto: I know you may not share it, or even read it, but I need to get it out of me. Do you realize that MK has only had father figures and no mother figures? Which means that the simple word "MAMA" carries too much sentimental weight and that's... 🥹 THIS COULD NOT BE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU ALREADY MADE IT!!! MY BABY SAID MAMA!!!! 😭✨💖

o my gAAAAHHD I THINK THAT WAS UNINTENTIONAL OF ME BUT THIS CHANGES EVERYTHINGGG

@s-p-r-i-n-g-t-i-m-e ha chiesto: question: what does MK call Pigsy and Tang? Anonimo ha chiesto: I love the new post i am crying 😢 😭 But I do have a question is mac mama and wukong Baba, or is wukong Mama and mac baba this is an important question I have for you???

Pigsy is "Dad" and Tang is "Papa". Mac is "Mama" and Wukong is "Baba"

Anonimo ha chiesto: I’ve seen many many drawings and intereptations of Mac being all piecered, especially on his ears cause if you have six, you gotta use em. Does macaque have any piercings in your au or is his ears too sensitive for that in your mind? Does he like to fidigit with them or any body else?

mmmm he can perfectly have it. I think he would have a few, but only rings and like each of them is far from the others in the lobe area because I can imagine someone with sensitive Hearing wouldn't like to hear the sounds of metal or earrings tingeling every time he moves around.

@alchemical-spill-on-aisle-three ha chiesto: In your shadowpeach comic, is Mei going to help MK with his crush? I just think it would be really funny if they got into hijinks while trying to get MK and Redson together lol

Mei is the one who organized their sparring meetings in the first place. She was Spicynoodle number 1 fan since the beginning.

@straightally2001 ha chiesto: Hmm... if Kai is gonna be MK and Red Son's son does that mean that Nya is gonna be Mei's daughter?

Omg yes. But guys don't tempt me or I might make a "Spicynoodle 50 years later/ninjago crossover" comic the size of the shadowpeach one if we go down this path

Anonimo ha chiesto: If mk is a trans does he still get period?

yes

Anonimo ha chiesto: what is MK’s favorite thing about red boy?

The fact that he tries to hide his emotions but his fire powers reflects them out of his control. MK thinks it's very cute.

Anonimo ha chiesto: So, are you ever going to make a sick episode for the bio dads? I am asking because I am sick, and it would be interesting to see what they are like when sick.

nope sorry. donesn't fit in the current schedule. But MK will go at the hospital at some point if that's of any reassuring.

@sokda-lal-ashes ha chiesto: Do you have why doodles that aren't exactly in the stories but that fits your bio parents au? I love your art so much!! Especially your redson design!!!

Yes but they are spoilers. Sorryyy

Anonimo ha chiesto: Wukong: hay don't forget to eat breakfast. Macaque: what are you talking about I just ate Wukong: you had espresso & anit depressants that is not a meal. Macaque (repeats mocking Wukong) I don't need your judgement I feel like the whole being revived thinks makes macaque sometimes not realize he's hungry or thirsty

ahah how much I relate (I don't take antidepressant but a lot of magnesium bc of mood swings)

@astro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Wait… if macaque gets his power from a lunar eclipse, does that mean that wukong gets his power from a solar eclipse? Bye <3

Anonimo ha chiesto: Oh so I just had a thought! Since the light hair streaks are being caused by a lunar eclipse because Macaque draws his powers from the moon, is the opposite true for Wukong? Are any of his powers from the sun and would something happen if there was a solar eclipse? Love all the world building in your comics its all so good!!!

mmm I don't think that's how it works.

Anonimo ha chiesto: wait, so since the brotherhood knew about Macaque courtnapping Wukong, did they ever have to witness the monstrosity of cuddles and affection you describe Shadowpeach when they’re together? I could only imagine the awkwardness. Or many they’re totally cool with them being open with each other right in front of them. I know th3 brotherhood won’t show up in your comic as you’ve said before but a fan can only dream.

Oh yeah. O yeah they did.

@shamelesschopshopwasteland ha chiesto: How are Macaque and Wukong? Do they spend time with each other outside of sleeping? (Also I love you AU!!! <3)

Macaque still works from time to time to the Dojo in weekdays, and also likes his alone time, but has been spendind more time with Wukong to help the other monkeys and telling stories about what happened in all those years they missed when they were still enemies.

Anonimo ha chiesto: (I LOVE YOUR ART SM IFDJKEWVJHA, make sure to take breaks!!) Considering Macaque doesn't like the cold. (I love that HC so much, especially because I like to HC that he's freezing 24/7 can only warm up with hot springs and touch but not actual heat/the sun) How would Macaque react in a snowstorm/winter. Would he just bundle up a lot or lock himself in a room or something similar?

3 layers of jackets and self-heating socks when he's going around, otherwise Hot springs every evening.

Anonimo ha chiesto: what other nicknames/pet names does SWK and Macaque have for one another beside peaches and plum?

mmm I think Sun and Moon

@patienceandpokemon ha chiesto: Okay, rip my heart out with happiness in P7 of Monkie trio with the moonlight reveal why don't you?! THANK YOU! But in seriousness, in the latest bit . . Are Mac and MK recharging their shadow powers under the moonlight? Is that why Mac never really attacked in season 1-3 in your AU of LMK, unless there had been a full moon prior? Or am I snowballing into unrelated territory? Anywho, love the comic! He's so fucking fluffy and white like a pearl! And MK, baby fluff!!!!!

Wait he actually did it in the series?? I never noticed!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Soooooo we know Macaque did the courtnapping for shadowpeach so who did the courtnapping for the demon bull family? PIF or DBK👀

I think PIF did?

@boonalina ha chiesto: Question: In your AU, when exactly did Mac and PIF become sworn siblings? Cuz we know Wuk and Mac were sworn bros with DBK, and then DBK "betrayed" them by getting together with PIF. So when exactly would Mac have become sworn siblings with her? Was it like during the time Wukong was under the mountain or smth? Cuz it does seem like Mac drifted apart from the Brotherhood when Wukong was imprisoned.

this is a fandom headcanon, but I believe it was a little after Wukong was imprisoned, and a little after Macaque was revived

[cherrynflowergarden]

could you write quite literally anything for marc guiu pleased

bf marc headcanons || marc guiu

an; hii ml thanks for the request<3 i did a headcanon bc they're honestly so fun to do hehe arda guler works in process!! I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG I MET W AN ACCIDENT 😭 POSTING MORE SOON;) we're soooo close to 500 btw;)

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bf!marc who become your personal uber as soon as he got a licence.

bf!marc who facetimes you whenever he's far away.

bf!marc who will hold doors for you. be it the resturant door or the car door, he always makes sure to hold it up for you.

bf!marc who is a proper gentleman.

bf!marc who gets you flowers.

bf!marc who pulls out the chair for you.

bf!marc who always has his hand on your lower back.

bf!marc who accidentally soft launched you via his instagram stories. he just wanted to post a silly selfie; not realising your feet on his lap could seen as well.

bf!marc who mentions you in his interviews.

"well played today marc! could you let us know who the goal was for?"

"my girlfriend."

(yes that's all he's saying before moving on the next question)

bf!marc who smiles so big whenever you're mentioned in an interview.

bf!marc who doesn't want his crazy fangirls to rip you up but also doesn't want them to think he's available.

bf!marc who is a firm believer of private not secret.

bf!marc who needs you to comfort him after a loss.

bf!marc who loves cuddling with you.

bf!marc who clicks thousands of pictures of you.

bf!marc who has a picture of you in his wallet.

(he literally did the 'everywhere i go i keep a picture in my wallet' trend before it was a trend. super proud of himself for that btw)

bf!marc who appears in your tiktoks every once a while.

bf!marc who talks a lot with you and about you.

bf!marc who playfully fights you.

(will feel super guilty and go to any length if he accidentally hurts you)

bf!marc who is super affectionate. not to the point where others feel uncomfortable but he'll always have an arm around you.

bf!marc who listens to your school/uni presentations. and gives his imput on it.

bf!marc who is super supportive of your studies.

bf!marc who does face masks and skin care with you. he was a little apprehensive before but now he enjoys it.

bf!marc who takes you to a carnival date and win gifts for you.

bf!marc who enjoys the quite apartment dates more than going out.

bf!marc who starts watching a series with you but finishes it before you.

"but baby i had to know what happens next. i'm sorry :("

bf!marc who gives you the biggest puppy eyes everytime he wants something or whenever you're mad at him.

(it's so difficult to stand to the ground when he looks so cute)

bf!marc who follows you around like a puppy whenever you go for shopping.

bf!marc who lets you swatch make up products on his arms.

bf!marc who hypes you up everytime you come out the trial room wearing something new.

bf!marc who carries all your shopping bags.

bf!marc who carries your bag in general.

bf!marc who loves when you show him random things you brought.

"marc look at this kuromi pen, isn't it cute?"

"super cute baby"

bf!marc who loves to listen to you telling about your day.

bf!marc who sometimes cooks for you.

bf!marc who sends cat pictures to you and says "literally us:)"

bf!marc who pretends to be annoyed when you team up with hector to tease him.

(he loves that you get along well with his best friend)

bf!marc who is literally the sweetest boy ever.

[seraphinitegames]

Hello Sera! While awaiting Book 4 I decided to replay all of Wayhaven (seriously, this book series has altered my brain chemistry in all the best ways). Watching Unit Bravo bond with our detective got me thinking, so much so that I finally got to courage to send you an ask.

What would board game night be like with Unit Bravo?

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my ask Sera :)

(P.S. The Wayhaven Chronicles has brought me so much joy and happiness. I couldn't be more thankful that you have decided to share your writing, world, characters, and ideas with all of us. This goes without saying, but thank you so much for everything. We all truly appreciate you.)

First off, thank you so much for the incredible message! It's hard to convey through text just how much it means to me to know that people are finding joy in Wayhaven! But reading this is so motivating and amazing! It still blows my mind to think people are as excited about these characters and stories as I am!

For your question, if Adam/Ava was involved, I imagine it would be competitive, lol! :D

Nate/Nat would be there less for the games and more for the joy of being altogether as a family for a while, just for fun.

Farah/Felix would be there to enjoy the games…but mostly to rile up Adam/Ava, hehe! :D

Mason/Morgan might give a couple a go, but if there at all would likely be to one side, just watching it all play out.

Thank you so much again for the amazing message, and the ask! <3

[awakenthebeing]

Hello! I really love your art and the way you create and interpret characters. And I was wondering, what is the relationship between The Noise and Piepoe? I suspect that he is one of those whom she often throws as far away from herself as possible XD

At times, it is very aggressive,

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And at other times, it is calm. Noise thinks they are a good listener when he is feeling a little unhappy :3

[inkykeiji]

Soo I went down the rabbit hole on your SD Natsuo and now I'm just obsessed.😅😅 Let me just say that I looove SD Natsuo! I have a question though....does Shouto have/gains any feelings for the Reader? I mean he is basically her diary for Touya-nii's/Natsuo's bs so does he gain any romantic feelings for the reader and if so.....would he ever act on it?? And if he would....how would Natsuo and Touya-nii react to it?

Again I absolutely looove your work! 😍😍

aw thank you so much anon!!! <33 i’m so happy you like him hehehe (´∀｀)♡ oooh this is SUCH a great question, i love it!!!

tw: toxic relationships, infidelity kinda

does shouto have any feelings for reader?

yes! he does! they aren’t anything super serious—like, he isn’t heartbroken over her or pining over her or in some sort of desperate love with her, but he absolutely feels romantic + sexual attraction toward her.

would he ever act on it?

he definitely does, although he isn’t as forward (or stark) as touya is. shouto is almost, in a way, subtly manipulative with his affections; kinda tricks reader into thinking it’s something she wants or is doing (whereas touya just takes without asking in any way at all, without any buttering up, melting n softening, or finessing. to touya, it is more fun to take by force and watch her face screw up in disgust or hear that indignant squeal that catches in her throat, sticky and squeaky). shouto mostly steals little kisses and soft touches—small things that he’s sure natsuo won’t necessarily miss.

how would natsuo + touya react?

natsuo doesn’t mind as long as it stays limited to just sweet lil kisses and cute lil touches (hand-holding, hugging, sitting on his lap, cuddling, walking arm n arm); fairly innocent stuff. if shouto wants to take it any further than that, he knows he needs to get natsuo’s explicit permission, and that’s fine with him. he definitely feels guilty wanting any more than what he already takes—both for his brother (he knows how much natsuo loves reader/how possessive he is over her, and although shouto knows about 80% of the time natsuo will share with him if he asks, he doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries or upset his brother, or take advantage of the doting and love natsuo has for shouto being the baby of the family and all that), and for reader (he doesn’t like putting her in that position and using her like a Todoroki Toy just passed around between the three of them)—so it’s very rare that he’ll push natsuo for anything other than hugs n kisses, but it does happen on seldom occasion. in those instances, he usually likes to frame it as something along the lines of comfort; touya was especially mean today, and poor little reader is so upset, and her sweet Daddy is so busy and nowhere to be found, and please, nii-san? let me make her feel better, let me take her mind off of it, yeah? promise i’ll be real gentle <3 (shouto likes to tell himself that he isn’t as scummy as his older brothers, but he is, just in a more manipulative and less straightforward way). touya, on the other hand, fucking hates that shouto’s allowed to touch her at all. he can’t wrap his head around why natsuo permits such a thing in the first place; it’s entirely inconceivable to him. the thought doesn’t only inspire sharp flashes of scalding anger, but a pervasive, inexplicable, and unfamiliar feeling of being upset, too, which is even more irritating, since touya can’t figure out—or, more appropriately, won’t admit to—why he’s feeling such a way, why shouto in particular makes him feel in such a way (it’s because touya cannot handle being second to shouto, ever, a feeling that stems from being thought of as inferior to him as a child—thus, he now feels as if he needs to beat him in every and all aspects of life to prove that he is worthy, that he is better).