#the strongest soccerer

[tartagliove]

okay I am embarrassed to admit this but after doing that Sae coloring and seeing so many mutuals Sae posting recently has made me soooo 👀 about him…..

[crehador]

love when new pngs of ichiro and samatoki get comments like "he looks super gay here" and "he looks like a twink in this" because on the one hand so true on the other hand don't they always

[mywritersmind]

BREAK MY HEART AND I SWEAR IM MOVIN’ ON WITH YOUR FAVORITE ATHLETE - LN4

summary : You weren’t joking when you wrote the lyric ‘Break my heart and I swear I'm movin' on with your favorite athlete’. What a perfect opportunity when that same athlete falls right into the palm of your hands with your ex’s burning gaze directed straight at you.

listen up : reader wrote ‘good graces’ ! flustered lando! protective lando! sorry to anyone named nick.

words : 1519

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“Need a shot of your strongest!” I slap my hand down on the bar, my friends around me and looking worried. I’m fine! I’m absolutely fine!

Is my ex currently across the room from me? Yes! But I'm cool, I'm calm, and I'm collected.

I down the bitter liquor, pushing back my hair and taking a breath. “Fuck him.” I mumble as my friend's hand goes to my arm. I’m completely over him, but every time my eyes land on that jerk I can’t help but remember how I caught him fucking his assistant.

Jackass wasn’t even talented enough to have an assistant, I should have known.

I start dancing, forgetting about my hatred and focusing on my friends. The true loves of my life! I throw my hands up, ‘Cupid's Chokehold’ playing as we all sing around and laugh.

I hear the mumbling and whispering instantly, a new ground walking into the exclusive club my friends pulled me into. My best friend squeals, grabbing my arm, “That’s Lando Norris!”

I raise a brow, still dancing and turning to see the man and his own group. I recognize a few from when my ex would get up at 4AM to see their races.

Formula 1 drivers have a reputation… most worse than any other soccer or hockey player. I watch Lando, a drink in his hand as his eyes scan the crowd.

The reputation makes sense, a face like that doesn’t just shrug off girls.

I turn before he can see me. He doesn’t know who I am, I doubt any F1 driver knows a borderline inappropriate pop star.

“You have to talk to him!” She screams, jumping up and down in her heels now.

“No!” I laugh and think she’s going to drop it until she gives me an annoyed look.

“That’s hypocritical!” I laugh, how the fuck is that hypocritical? I am forced to realize what she’s referring to as I turn and see my ex standing in front of the driver.

He’s smiling like the idiot he is, asking for a photo and clearly going on for too long. Lando is his absolute favorite driver, I couldn’t escape his face for the two years I was dating my ex.

My friend's smile grows, and she starts singing. “Break my heart and I swear I'm movin' on with your favorite athlete!” she’s off key and definitely drunk, pushing my arm she laughs, “This is your fucking time! It’s your own words! He broke your heart babe!”

At her last words I frown, making up some excuse to get another drink. I look back at Lando as I walk back to the bar, my ex is still there but I catch Lando’s eye, accidentally sending him a disgusting look.

I rip my eyes away and order another drink. I sip on it, my legs crossed on a bar stool and my back against the counter as I watch my ex go back to his friends.

I know he sees me, and I'm grateful he hasn’t said anything. He’s an asshole and I'm upset that he’s ruining my night by his proximity to my friends and I.

“Do I know you?” The unfamiliar accent catches me off guard, looking away from my ex and up at Lando Norris. Shit.

“Um… No?” I sip my drink again, trying to ignore his arm resting behind me and how delicious he smells.

“So why were you death glaring at me?” I can’t help but laugh at this, his brow quirks when I do.

“I wasn’t! Not at you at least…” I look back to my ex, nodding, “I was glaring at him.”

“Well he must have done something really bad to you because that look was damn scary.” I bring my lips to my glass again, locking eyes with his that are so green, even in the club lights.

“He’s my ex.”

Lando looks genuinely surprised at this, “Your… ex?” he points and nod, “Yours? As in dating ex?”

“Yes. What other type of ex is there?”

Lando shrugs, eyeing him and shaking his head, “Sorry. I genuinely just don’t believe it! He’s…” He stops himself, like he realizes he’s actually speaking out loud, “Well you’re way out of his league! You’re fucking gorgeous, and honestly on my to-do list of the night.”

I raise a brow at this as his eyes go wide, “I mean I wanted to talk to you! Not in a creepy way! In a genuine way.” I turn towards him more and clock the sincerity in his voice, “So, i’m assuming you broke up with the dick?”

“He cheated on me.” Lando’s jaw drops at this, “Okay shut up now you’re just boosting my ego.”

“It deserves to be boosted! Fucking hell, asshole. Shouldn’t have let him take a photo.” He smirks at me and it makes my smile return, “You do look familiar though…”

“I’m a singer, Y/n L/n.”

He laughs, tapping his fingers against the counter, “I know you! My teammate's girlfriend is obsessed! You're the one with the funny lyrics.” By ‘funny’ he means horny as fuck.

I nod, “And you’re my ex’s favorite athlete.” He cringes at this.

“Not yours?”

“I know nothing about Formula 1.” I shrug as his hands go to his curls, “But I do know you.”

His smile widens at this, his eyes soft, “I like that.”

Lando is nothing like I imagined. I thought he would be annoying and honestly a dick, but instead he’s just flirty and actually hilarious.

He’s cute too, buys me a drink, moves his hand to the outside of my leg to pull down my dress that’s riding up my thigh.

Fuck those lyrics, I want him.

He’s funny and ridiculously stunning, “You know- once I mentioned that you were cute, not even hot or anything, and Nick didn’t talk to me for two hours!”

Lando scoffs, “That’s just rude.” he motions to his face, “Anyone could see i’m adorable.”

“Fuck, now i’m boosting your ego!”

He smiles, “You’re doing that by just looking at me.” He's a flirt and I love him for it.

He’s looking at me like I hung the moon. We just met and he’s leaning down to hear what I'm saying over the loud music, his hand never leaving me.

I reach up and twirl a piece of his hair around my finger, “I like your curls.”

“Thanks love…” the nickname comes out smooth and easy. Far too dangerous for someone I barely know and someone I really like.

He tells me about his travel schedule and how he likes my dress. I tell him where I live and when I tour… “I wanna see you perform.”

I laugh, his hand still on my leg, “I barely know you.”

“Easy fix. Come home with me tonight.” It’s straightforward and risky, yet very tempting. “I’ll let you know everything about me.”

I bite my lip as his eyes stray from mine, “Norris.” I say sternly as he nods, slowly looking back at my eyes with a cheeky look on his face.

“Yes or no, love? Break my heart, it’s fine!” He says dramatically as I laugh and roll my eyes, leaning away from him before his hand finds my waist and pulls me closer, “You don’t have to. I’m just offering…”

“Get me a water, then we’ll see.” His smirk is back and his hand lingers on me before walking down to where the barista is flirting with a pretty girl and not paying any attention to us.

I smile as he leaves, waving to my friends as they motion to text them and blow me a kiss. I’m still smiling when someone slides next to me.

“Y/n!” I know the voice instantly and it makes me feel sick. He’s beaming as if he is privileged to see me, which he is, but he shouldn’t look so happy.

“Nick.” I say, my smile gone and my warm and fuzzy feeling disappeared.

“I didn’t know you were here!” Liar. “How’ve you been?”

“You mean how have I been since I caught a girl sucking your limp dick?” I say with my brows raised, “Oh just peachy.”

His smile falters. Dickhead.

My actual savior returns, a head turning smile on his face until he sees my ex. Lando walks past him, not even sparing a glance and handing me my ice water.

“Ready to go?” His hand is warm on my hip, his gaze cold when looking at the man who stares at the two of us.

“Sorry… what?” Nick is genuinely frozen in place as I pop out of my seat, Lando gripping me with both hands now. Shit his hands are big.

“Mate… she wrote it in a song.” He nods at him as I grin, a straw at my lips and giggle in my throat. Lando leans down close to my ear as we walk away. I can practically hear the smirk in his voice, “I’ll show you a real man.”

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[kxsagi]

Hiii can I request some domestic fluff with Kaiser, Rin, Karasu, Barou, Kunigami and Shidou!! (With fem reader and preferably daughter!) Thanks!!!

“𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫”

a/n: this is so cute!!! (had a hard time choosing a header cover image it's always a struggle ugh)

(art credits go to niko2525_er on X)

ft. kaiser michael, itoshi rin, karasu tabito, barou shoei, kunigami rensuke, shidou ryusei

kaiser michael

kaiser is the type of guy that doesn't like people seeing him as "soft." but you’ve come to realize that when it’s just the two of you at home, things are different. this is his territory, and he's comfortable in it. and right now, he's sprawled on the couch, his legs stretched out, while your daughter is perched on his chest, asking him a million questions about his day. 

“daddy, did you score a goal today?” she asks with her little hands on her hips, brows furrowed in pure curiosity. 

kaiser groans playfully, his hand moving to rub her back, clearly exhausted. "liebling, i’m on break. can i not talk about soccer for like, five minutes?" but he’s already answering her, making up an exaggerated story about how he “single-handedly” saved the game for his team. she’s eating it up, of course, nodding along like he’s some kind of soccer god. 

you watch from the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “single-handedly, huh?” you ask, crossing your arms. 

kaiser rolls his eyes but gives you a mischievous grin. “what? i’m just telling her how it is.” 

you chuckle and shake your head, picking up a snack for yourself. “right. well, i’ll believe it when i see the highlights.” 

your daughter looks between the two of you, then giggles. “mommy’s laughing at you, daddy.” 

“she always laughs at me,” kaiser says, pulling her closer and tickling her under her chin. “but guess what? i’m still the coolest.” 

she giggles, squirming, and you just stand there, watching the scene unfold. for a guy who’s always putting on a show for the public, he really lets his guard down when he’s with you two. and you’re starting to realize you wouldn’t have it any other way.

itoshi rin

you’re pretty sure rin only knows two speeds: intense or completely checked out. today is no exception as he’s sitting on the couch, eyes glued to his phone, while you and your daughter are on the floor building a lego castle. you can’t help but glance up at him every now and then, noticing the slight frown on his face as he scrolls. 

“what’s up with you?” you ask, tossing a lego piece to your daughter. 

“just dealing with some stuff for work,” rin mutters, not really looking up from his phone. “they’re asking me about new training schedules. like, i have time for that.” 

you nod, pretending to listen, but your daughter interrupts by standing up and holding a lego brick in the air. “daddy, can you make the top of the castle? it needs to be big and strong!” 

rin looks at the tower of blocks, his eyes softening for a moment. “fine, fine.” he tosses his phone aside and gets down to her level, hands moving to start building the “strongest” part of the castle. “this castle’s going to be so strong no one can break it. i’m the master builder, after all.” 

your daughter’s face lights up, impressed. “you’re the best!” 

you watch the two of them, a smirk playing on your lips. “so you’re not too busy for legos after all?” 

rin gives you a brief glance, his lips quirking up in the smallest of smiles. “family first. work can wait.” 

you’re not sure if he realizes it, but you’ve already got him wrapped around your finger. well, both of your fingers, really. 

karasu tabito

it’s early evening when you hear it: karasu’s singing. you’ve come to expect it, but it always makes you chuckle. he’s not a bad singer, but he doesn’t exactly hit every note with precision. today, he’s performing 360 by charli xcx while stirring the spaghetti sauce in the kitchen. 

your daughter is standing on the counter, pretending to hold a microphone, and trying her best to mimic him. her tiny voice, though off-key, blends with his in a ridiculous harmony. karasu doesn’t seem to mind. in fact, he seems to be encouraging it, gesturing for her to hit the notes with him. you can’t help but laugh as you walk into the kitchen. 

“what are you two doing?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe with an amused look. 

“we’re having a brat concert!” karasu says, giving you a dramatic bow. “you should join us, babe.” 

you laugh, shaking your head. “do you even know the lyrics?” 

he pauses, looking genuinely confused. “am i singing 365 instead?” 

you smile and walk over, putting a hand on his shoulder as your daughter finishes her little song. “no, it sounds great. especially that unexpected high note she hit.” 

karasu looks at her, clearly impressed. “maybe we should start a band.” 

“yes! i’m gonna be the lead singer!” your daughter announces enthusiastically. 

karasu laughs, lifting her off the counter and spinning her around. “sure thing. i’m the guitarist, and mom is... our manager. deal?” 

you roll your eyes but smile. “deal. but only if i get a cut of the profits.”

barou shoei

you’re curled up on the couch with a book when you hear it: the unmistakable sound of your daughter arguing with barou. at first, it’s quiet, but then she starts raising her voice, demanding something from him. 

“daddy, i want the blue marker!” she exclaims. 

“no way. the red one is better,” barou responds, his voice a little too firm for a “marker disagreement.” 

you decide to intervene, but when you stand up, you see barou holding the blue marker high above his head, and your daughter is jumping, trying to reach it. both of them are so focused on their little back-and-forth that neither notices you. 

“guys,” you call out, trying not to laugh. 

barou glances over at you, then at his daughter, and you can see the tiniest bit of guilt flicker in his eyes. “she’s too small to appreciate quality.” 

“the blue marker is better for drawing hearts!” your daughter retorts, her arms still flailing in an attempt to reach it. 

you walk over, taking the blue marker from barou’s hand and passing it to your daughter. “there. see? problem solved.” 

barou rolls his eyes. “fine, but i’m still saying red is superior.” 

you smirk at him. “right. that’s because red is totally your ‘thing.’” 

he leans back against the couch with a huff. “don’t start with me.” 

your daughter smiles, holding up the marker like a trophy. “blue is the best.” 

barou looks at her for a second before sighing in defeat. “whatever you say, princess.” 

you sit back down with a smile. “you’re whipped, huh?” 

“shut up,” he grumbles, but there's a warmth in his voice that makes it clear he’s totally okay with it. 

kunigami rensuke

kunigami's the type of guy who’s overly organized, so you shouldn’t be surprised when you walk into the living room to see him organizing your daughter's toys. but the sight of him, sitting on the floor, glasses on, carefully arranging stuffed animals by size, still catches you off guard. he's so serious about it too, muttering under his breath as he moves things around like he's running a tight ship. 

"you know, they're just toys," you say, leaning against the doorframe with a grin. 

he looks up, not even a little fazed. "they need structure. this place is a disaster." 

your daughter, sitting on the couch with a piece of chocolate on her face, watches him in silence before turning to you. "why’s daddy organizing the toys like that?" 

you walk over and sit next to her, trying to hold in your laughter. "he’s making sure they're all in the right place so we don’t lose any, sweetie." 

kunigami stands up, dusting off his hands like he’s just completed a major project. “there. everything is in order now.” 

your daughter stands up, takes one look at the neatly organized toys, and immediately starts dumping them back out in a chaotic pile. "i think it looks better this way!" 

kunigami stares at the mess for a moment, blinking slowly. then he sighs and sits next to her. “you’re killing me.” 

“welcome to parenthood,” you say with a grin, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “it’s never going to stay perfect.” 

he lets out a long, exaggerated breath and looks at you with a smirk. “at least i tried.”

shidou ryusei

it’s one of those days when you and shidou just decide to have a lazy morning. you’re lounging in bed, half-watching tv, while your daughter is bouncing around in the living room, singing to herself. at one point, she runs in, her tiny voice high-pitched with excitement. 

“mommy! daddy! look, i made a fort!” 

you and shidou exchange a glance, both of you trying to hold in your laughter. he’s the type to go along with her crazy ideas just to make her happy, and you know he’s secretly enjoying it. 

“a fort?” shidou says, raising an eyebrow. “you know, if i’m going in there, it better be epic.” 

she drags him into the living room, where a massive pile of cushions and blankets is now a makeshift fortress. shidou crouches down, pretending to be skeptical, but you can see the glint of amusement in his eyes. 

“this fort better have snacks,” he says, sitting down inside it. 

your daughter nods enthusiastically. “there’s a secret snack stash!” 

you lean against the doorway, watching the scene unfold. shidou looks up at you, grinning. “maybe i’ll stay in here forever. no one can get me.” 

you laugh softly. “i don’t know if it’s big enough for both of you.” 

he leans back dramatically, wrapping himself in the blankets. “it’s a fortress, babe. it’s got room for all of us.” 

your daughter plops down beside him, proud of her creation. “we’re going to live here forever!” 

and as the two of them start bickering over who gets the “best spot” in the fort, you realize that maybe they’re right – this little fort could be their own perfect world. and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[reasonsforhope]

"A study looking at the bearers of artificial hearts found that a subset of them can regenerate heart muscle tissue—the first time such an observation has ever been made.

It may open the door to new ways to treat and perhaps someday cure heart failure, the deadliest non-communicable disease on Earth. The results were published in the journal Circulation.

A team of physician-scientists at the University of Arizona’s Heart Center in Tucson led a collaboration of international experts to investigate whether heart muscles can regenerate.

According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, heart failure affects nearly 7 million US adults and is responsible for 14% of deaths per year. There is no cure for heart failure, though medications can slow its progression. The only treatment for advanced heart failure, other than a transplant, is a pump replacement through an artificial heart, called a left ventricular assist device, which can help the heart pump blood.

“Skeletal muscle has a significant ability to regenerate after injury. If you’re playing soccer and you tear a muscle, you need to rest it, and it heals,” said Hesham Sadek, director of the University’s Sarver Heart Center.

It was previously thought that when a heart muscle is injured, it could never grow back.

“Irrefutable evidence of heart muscle regeneration has never been shown before in humans,” he said. “This study provided direct evidence.”

The project began with tissue from artificial heart patients provided by colleagues at the University of Utah Health and School of Medicine led by Stavros Drakos, MD, PhD, and a pioneer in left ventricular assist device-mediated recovery.

Teams in Sweden and Germany used their innovative method of carbon dating human heart tissue to track whether these samples contained newly generated cells. The investigators found that patients with artificial hearts regenerated muscle cells at more than six times the rate of healthy hearts.

“This is the strongest evidence we have, so far, that human heart muscle cells can actually regenerate, which really is exciting, because it solidifies the notion that there is an intrinsic capacity of the human heart to regenerate,” Sadek said.

“It also strongly supports the hypothesis that the inability of the heart muscle to ‘rest’ is a major driver of the heart’s lost ability to regenerate shortly after birth. It may be possible to target the molecular pathways involved in cell division to enhance the heart’s ability to regenerate.”

In 2011, Sadek published a paper in Science showing that while heart muscle cells actively divide in utero, they stop dividing shortly after birth to devote their energy to pumping blood through the body nonstop, with no time for breaks.

In 2014, he published evidence of cell division in patients with artificial hearts, hinting that their heart muscle cells might have been regenerating because they were able to rest.

These findings, combined with other research teams’ observations that some artificial heart patients could have their devices removed after experiencing a reversal of symptoms, led him to wonder if the artificial heart provides cardiac muscles the equivalent of bed rest like a person needs when recovering from injury.

“The pump pushes blood into the aorta, bypassing the heart,” he said. “The heart is essentially resting.”

Sadek’s previous studies indicated that this rest might be beneficial for the heart muscle cells, but he needed to design an experiment to determine whether patients with artificial hearts were actually regenerating muscles.

Next, Sadek wants to figure out why only about 25% of patients are “responders” to artificial hearts, meaning that their cardiac muscle regenerates.

“It’s not clear why some patients respond and some don’t, but it’s very clear that the ones who respond have the ability to regenerate heart muscle,” he said. “The exciting part now is to determine how we can make everyone a responder, because if you can, you can essentially cure heart failure.

“The beauty of this is that a mechanical heart is not a therapy we hope to deliver to our patients in the future—these devices are tried and true, and we’ve been using them for years.”"

-via Good News Network, December 31, 2024

[kianamaiart]

Idk why but I have the strongest urge ever to kick Hoshi like a soccer ball in their normal form. Idk what it is. They just look so… kickable 😔

Aika has thought the same thing probably

[wpdarlingpan]

The Shadow (Thunderbolts*)

Beginning Yandere Yelena x Anxious!Widow Reader

Beginning Yandere Bob x Anxious!Widow Reader

(Could expand to all Thunderbolts)

Female Pronouns

Summary: Former widow reader feels out of place in the watchtower, Bob and Yelena are here to remind her that her place is with them, they are family after all.

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: Angst, Possible Spoilers, Depressive Thoughts, Anxiety, Use of Y/N, The Start Of Obsessive Behavior (let me know if I need to add more)

A/N: I absolutely loved the movie and had to write something for it so this is my first attempt. I hope it’s good and my requests are open (even if I may take awhile to get to them) so if you have any Thunderbolts ideas, let me know! <3

Being in the Watchtower after never having set a home for years was an odd experience, and from being on my own to having a team was an adjustment I hadn’t quite gotten used to.

I often sit in my room, as I am now, tucked into a window seat I requested from Valentina when we were able to decorate our rooms. As I stared out into the skyline, I couldn’t help but think why I was here.

John was… well, John. He was pretty good at acting like he was important.

Bucky was kind. Kinder to me than the others. Maybe he saw himself in me, or it’s because I’m too reserved to cause him trouble like the others.

Ava had her phasing abilities and was good at keeping up with the team's banter.

Alexei was like the team dad, supporting his kids' soccer team.

Yelena was a former Red Room assassin who paved her own path.

Bob is the strongest being on Earth.

Then there’s me. I can do what Yelena does, but not as efficiently, nor am I able to connect with others as she does.

Growing up in the Red Room made her want to help others and grow beyond what they wanted her to become. To me, it stunted me. I’ve never been able to move on. Every time I close my eyes, I see Katerina, the girl I killed on my first test to show my worth to the Red Room and almost desensitize my emotions from death.

She got out, she saved me and the other widows from Dreykov while I couldn’t even remember my name. Yelena was the new Black Widow, rightfully so, while I’m her shadow.

We have dinner together every night at Alexei’s insistence, and it was not like anyone really had any other plans. But even when we sit together, I feel the pressure of their stares. As if they are waiting for me to speak up.

I try to spend time with them so that they don't feel like they have a ghost in their home, but it is not much.

John and I watch television while he talks about something, and I listen.

Ava and I usually train or practice her abilities, I time her as she works on phasing for longer than a minute. 

Alexei makes me nervous; he is loud but never has said anything rude, although he makes me nervous when he says to speak up when he can't hear me.

Bucky and I usually read together, or sometimes he lets me stick magnets on his arm. That ones rare but it’s mainly when he can tell I need to fiddle with something.

Bob and I usually seem to just exist in the same space, letting ourselves use each other to be a lingering presence to keep us from the void.

Yelena… I avoid Yelena. I can’t face her; we know what the other has gone through, and I still can't bring myself to talk to her about it. She seems to be handling things better than I am, and I don't want to hold her back. She was older than I in the academy and advanced further than I did before we escaped, yet she found who she is, and I am still looking.

I can tell she wants to talk to me, it’s in the way she looks at me at dinner or the way her mouth opens slightly when I rush past her in the hallways. Even when she makes a sarcastic comment, most likely to Alexei or John, and I can’t help but laugh, I never say anything more.

I don’t even know why I’m here. I just am not special- I am cut off from my thoughts by a knock at the door. Looking over I spot Bob shyly poking his head in.

“Hey Y/N,” He stuttered out, not moving into the doorway yet as he rocked on the balls of his feet.

“Hey Bob,” I say softly, beckoning him inside. He lets out a small smile before joining me on the window seat. This had been a common occurrence for the past few weeks. He’d come in whenever he was overwhelmed by the team or simply to see me, as he claimed. I don’t see what he sees in me, yet he seems oddly attached.

I was surrounded by people, yet I felt just as alone as before. I was no hero to be worshipped, and the public agrees.

We sit in silence, and I appreciate it, while a part of me longs to reach out and start a conversation with the man who seems so easily approachable, yet I cannot even make the first step.

He reaches into his pocket, and I tense up nervously before he pulls out a simple locket. It was silver with a small star on the end. I look at him questioningly as he hands it over to me.

"Just in case you forget," Bob replied simply and tucked his hands away, surly twirling them nervously in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

I fiddle with it slightly before opening it. It was a picture of me and him on one side and the team on the other. I grip it tightly before looking up at him, confused.

“I can see the look on your face. The longing for a connection as you watch people around you smile at one another. But you are so deep in your own head that when people look at you, you see judging eyes over the soft smiles. I only say this because that was me. Before them and before you,” He spoke, pointing at the group in the picture. Each of them had their heads turned and were smiling at me in their own way, as my own was tucked. Although Alexei was just a corner of the face as he looked like he was taking the picture while looking at us. 

I stare at him wide-eyed. I realized I was not exactly hiding my feelings, but I was not expecting to be approached about them like this. Nor do I even remember the picture being taken.

“I-I just.” I couldn't bring myself to say anything more as he shook his head with a shy smile before grabbing the necklace from my hand and leaning in to put it on me. I close my eyes in fear of having someone so close, even though a part of me probably yearns for any physical connection. 

“Everyone cares about you in their own way. You just gotta open your eyes and see it… Don’t just tuck the void down. It’ll overflow and explode one day, I would know.” He tries to tease at his own expense before reaching over for my hand.

I stare at him in slight anticipation before a knock on the door interrupts us. Yelena is standing there, a hand still on the door as she looks at us.

“Did not realize we were having a heart-to-heart. I am getting good at those.” She says, walking into the room. “Can I have a second with Y/N, Bob?”

She looks at him expectantly as she stands in front of his spot at the window. I look at him desperately trying to tell him not to leave me. He seems to consider it for a moment before looking back at Yelena and nodding. 

“I’ll come back after.” He reassures softly, looking down at the necklace and smiling slightly before walking out and shutting the door. 

I curl into myself more at the thought of talking, let alone with only Yelena. 

“Why don’t you like me?” She asks straightforwardly, sitting down in front of me as she looks into my eyes as if she is staring into my soul.

“I don't not-” 

“Every time you see me, you run away, and even at dinner, you sit as far away from me as possible.” Yelena cuts me off immediately, and I gape at her, trying to find the right words. “Did I… Did I do something to you? In the Red Room?” 

She looks at me expectantly, but I can see the lingering heartbreak behind her eyes as she asks me that question. I did not even consider her resorting to that.

“No! No you didn't.” She lets out a sigh of relief “I just, you have been handling all this New Avenger stuff so well and connected with everyone on the team. You guys are like a family, a dysfunctional one, but still a family. I feel like a part of your past lingering behind you.”

Yeelan stares at me silently. I begin to fiddle with my fingers, and she reaches over, grabbing my hands into her own. I froze momentarily, not expecting this reaction before looking up at her. 

“You are a part of my past I would rather leave behind, yes, but that doesn't mean you are the one who hurt me. I see you, and I see the first good thing I did. You fought your way out once you were released, and I have never been so proud. And I only act like I am a good Avenger, I had the best model, you know.” She nudges me slightly with a smile.

“Natasha?” 

“My sister.” She confirms with a nod. “She was my older sister and without her I don't know what I would've done.”

“An older sister,” I say wistfully. Someone who would protect me, someone who could be that guiding light- I shake my head to knock myself out of the fantasy.

“You are not beneath me in any way, you are so strong. Stronger than I was at your age, and you have so much farther to go. To make a new name for yourself. You don't have to be a widow. Hell, if you don’t want to fight, I will keep you off of missions. But, maybe you can give me a chance to be for you what Natasha was for me. An older sister.”

My heart beats sporadically out of my chest as the locket and her hands ground me to the earth. A sister? After all of this?

“You don’t have to be alone, you know. I won't let you be ever again. Just let me in.” 

“Yes,” I whisper, and I see the joy in her eyes as her hands hold me slightly tighter. Completely missing the flicker of obsession growing behind them.

[novascharms]

teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe

reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track.

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seventeen sunday, february 23rd

"n-no, i d-don't know how it h-happened," you stammer between sobs, tears streaming down your cheeks like a relentless downpour, the streaks hot and unyielding against your skin. for the past ten minutes, they'd fallen nonstop, blurring your vision as you sat cross-legged on your bed, your laptop perched on your thighs. hazel’s face filled the screen, her soft, concerned expression a stark contrast to your crumbling composure.

"we’ll email him—no, we’ll go to him. we’ll talk to him and figure this out. it has to be a misunderstanding," hazel insists, her voice firm but laced with care. she always has that resolve, that unwavering determination that usually lifts your spirits. but this time, no amount of her optimism seems to reach you.

you stare at the screen, at the damning grade glaring back at you from your latest ap physics test on thermodynamics. it feels like the numbers are mocking you, each digit searing itself into your brain. you knew you’d been shaky on the topic, fumbling over concepts and equations in class, but you hadn’t expected this. it’s the worst grade you’ve ever received, and the voice in your head—the cruel, unrelenting one—begins its assault. failure. waste of space. people go to war, and you can’t even handle a high school physics test? really?

the thought slices through you, and more tears spill over, unstoppable, as you bury your face in your trembling hands. "i did all the extra credit—everything. and this is still the best i can do," you choke out, your voice muffled but desperate, the words breaking into gasps. the tissue box sits beside you, but it might as well be miles away. what was the point? it wasn’t like you’d stop crying anytime soon.

hazel leans closer to her camera, her brows furrowed as if sheer willpower could cross the digital divide and pull you out of this pit. "okay, but there’s still the end-of-year finals. we’re gonna make sure you ace those, okay? you’ll pick this up, i know you can."

"i’d have to get more than a 95 to bring me back up," you whimper, your voice trembling like a fragile thread threatening to snap. "and physics… it’s not my strongest class. i don’t think i can do it." your throat tightens painfully, your breath catching as another sob shakes through you. your eyes sting, raw from the endless stream of tears, and the hopelessness pressing down on you feels as though it might consume you whole.

your door swings open without warning, the creak of the hinges snapping you out of your spiral for a brief moment. your head shoots up to see rafe stepping inside. his movements halt mid-step as his eyes take in the scene before him—your tear-streaked face, red-rimmed eyes, and trembling frame hunched over your laptop. concern floods his expression instantly.

"hey, hey," he says softly, crossing the room with quick strides. "what happened?"

his voice, warm and familiar, triggers something deep inside you, and the dam bursts all over again. your bottom lip quivers uncontrollably, and before you can stop it, you're sobbing like a heartbroken child. "i’m a failure," you manage to choke out, the words garbled through the hitching of your breath and the sting of fresh tears.

"rafe, can you please tell her she is not a failure," hazel’s voice cuts sharply through the speaker of your laptop. she sounds insistent but exasperated, her words carrying the weight of someone who’s been trying to convince you otherwise for far too long.

rafe is by your side in an instant, dropping to the bed next to you, his hands already reaching for you. "you are not a failure," he says firmly, his hazel eyes locking onto yours, a mixture of worry and tenderness in their depths. "come here. what happened?" his arms wrap around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. you can’t bring yourself to explain; you don’t want to explain. all you want is to stay right here, buried in his embrace, hidden from the shame eating you alive.

"she—"

"don’t tell him!" you cut hazel off abruptly, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. the thought of hearing her recount it aloud makes your stomach churn. once the words leave this safe little bubble, the weight of their reality would only crush you further.

rafe presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, the gesture so tender it momentarily dulls the ache in your chest. "you don’t have to tell me," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "is there anything i can do to make it better? anything you need?" his hand glides along your back in slow, comforting strokes, and you melt into him, pressing your face deeper into his chest like you could disappear entirely.

"a gun," you mutter through your tears.

"y/n!" hazel’s scolding voice carries through the laptop, though you can hear the faint amusement laced in her tone. even so, you were at least ninety-nine percent serious.

rafe’s soft laugh rumbles in his chest as he presses another kiss into your hair. "did you get a bad grade?" he guesses quietly, and the simple question, said so gently, sends a fresh wave of tears spilling from your eyes. you nod against him, unable to meet his gaze as the shame washes over you again.

"i’m a failure," you whisper again, the words shaking as they leave your lips. the sobs rack your body, and rafe carefully pulls you back, gently lifting your chin so you’re face-to-face. his eyes search yours, unwavering.

"look at me," he says softly but firmly. you sniffle, hesitant, but you do. his hands cup your damp cheeks, his thumbs brushing away your tears as he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. "you are not a failure," he whispers, his voice steady, grounding.

you shake your head weakly, denying his words, but he doesn’t let you. "no," he says again, more resolute this time. "you are not a failure. one bad grade doesn’t define you—you hear me? it doesn’t even come close to defining you." his words are calm but unyielding, and they break through the haze of despair, just barely.

"you’re the smartest girl in every room," he continues, his voice a quiet, steady rhythm that grounds you as you try to catch your breath. "you work harder than anyone i know, and you’re carrying so much on your shoulders—more than anyone should. it’s okay to stumble. it’s okay not to be perfect all the time. a bad grade doesn’t erase everything you’ve accomplished. it doesn’t make you less worthy or capable. i’m proud of you. you know that, right?"

you nod slowly, his words a balm to the ache in your chest. he wipes away the last of your tears with the pads of his thumbs, his gaze never leaving yours. "you’re going to crush those finals, okay? you’ve got this. no one is more capable than you." he pulls you back into his arms, this time tucking your head into the crook of his neck, his warmth cocooning you like a safe harbor.

his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "in a couple of years, no one’s going to care about a physics class because they’ll all be too busy calling you madam president."

the words catch you off guard, pulling a soft, broken laugh from your lips. the corners of your mouth twitch into a faint smile, the first one of the day, and though it’s small, it feels like a victory.

"y/n, i’m gonna let you go, okay? i’ll see you tomorrow at school," hazel says softly, her voice cutting through the haze of your emotions. you shift slightly, easing out of rafe’s arms as you glance at the screen. if she hadn’t figured out your secret before, she definitely knew now. but as her smile brightens and she offers a playful thumbs-up, you realize you’re okay with it. more than okay. her approval is written all over her face, warm and reassuring.

"okay, i love you," you whisper, giving her a small wave. hazel shoots you one last encouraging grin before disconnecting the call, leaving the screen dark.

"she’s the one who told you not to get close to me, huh?" rafe’s voice is calm, but there’s a quiet weight behind it that makes you freeze mid-step. you turn back to him slowly, your eyes meeting his, and press your lips together before giving a hesitant nod. "how’d you know?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

his lips press into a thin line as he exhales, his gaze briefly dropping before finding yours again. "just the way she looked at me just then… like i was a ticking time bomb," he murmurs, shrugging lightly. "she doesn’t trust me. it’s written all over her face. i just… pieced it together." the casualness in his tone doesn’t quite mask the hurt flickering in his eyes.

your heart aches at the sight of him, so open and vulnerable in a way few ever get to see. you offer him a soft, apologetic smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. "she means well, but don’t worry," you whisper, stepping closer and brushing a tender kiss to the tip of his nose. the way his eyes soften at the gesture makes your chest tighten.

"i think i’ve let myself be a little too influenced by what other people tell me about you," you admit, your fingers curling gently into the fabric of his shirt. "or how they see you. but that’s on me." you pause, drawing in a steadying breath before continuing, "i know you. i know your heart, your intentions. hazel trusts me—she always has. and she’ll trust me on this too. don’t worry."

his gaze locks onto yours, brimming with that quiet, unshakable hope that always makes your pulse quicken. you can feel the gratitude in the way he looks at you, in the slight curve of his lips as his expression softens. leaning in, his lips brush against yours, feather-light and reverent, a kiss that feels like a promise. "i wasn’t worried," he murmurs, his voice so soft it’s almost drowned out by the thrum of your heartbeat.

the corners of his lips tug upward, playful yet soft. "wanna watch the summer i turned pretty?" he asks casually, but the way his gaze lingers tells you it’s more than just an offer—it’s his way of saying i’m here. your heart squeezes, and you think you finally understand what people mean when they say that to be loved is to be truly known.

"i’m supposed to tutor you," you whisper, your voice still uneven from crying, though quieter now.

he shrugs like it’s nothing, already tugging your laptop closer and pulling up the prime video app. "you’ll tutor me tomorrow," he says easily, his tone light and coaxing. with practiced ease, he shifts the two of you around on the bed, adjusting until you’re both nestled together. the blanket rustles as he pulls it over your legs and tucks it around your waist, a cocoon of warmth. "besides, we left off at that episode where jeremiah and belly kissed, and i refuse to keep living in a world where conrad has to suffer like that without seeing what happens next."

you can’t help it—the giggle bubbles out of you before you can stop it. you settle your head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek. "he deserves better," you murmur, your voice soft and drowsy as the episode starts playing on the screen.

as the story unfolds, the room fills with the familiar glow of the laptop and the low hum of dialogue. rafe’s hand trails absentmindedly along your arm, his fingers tracing gentle patterns that ease away the rest of the tension clinging to you. by the time the credits roll, your eyelids are heavy, and exhaustion begins to claim you.

you barely register the feel of the blanket being drawn up higher, tucking snugly around your shoulders. the press of a gentle kiss to your forehead lingers for a moment. his scent, the warmth of his presence, and the rhythmic beat of his heart lull you further into the haze of sleep until the world fades away entirely.

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𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 | OS

isagi yoichi x fem reader ; words: 1.2k (1262)

coming from this event, third day, 20/12

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

plot: today is an important day, very important, maybe the most important of your boyfriend's life, the dream of a lifetime finally realized: the soccer world cup. last minutes, the ball ends up in the net thanks to him. the crowd tries to win the heart of the japanese boy, but he already has your heart that has always supported him

You had known Isagi since the Blue Lock years, very important years for him. Seeing the same boy who until a few years ago ran on the small fields of your father's structure running now on the World Cup field made you feel a sort of nostalgia, but a good one: seeing him now living his dream was a great gratification for you, who had followed him from day one

The score, for 89 minutes now, is 0-0. Someone needs to do something, and quickly

The ball passes between the teammates of the Japanese team, guys you all know actually, having also been in the Blue Lock. The ball passes between the legs of Reo, who passes to Kunigami who passes back to Chigiri, who runs with his usual speed along the opposing line, not letting the ball slip away. The Japanese crowd roars like never before, while the England fans try their hardest not to watch their dream crumble more and more as the ball goes towards the net. No one would have expected Japan not to suffer a single defeat this year, not once in all the groups in the last few months; but for you, it was not unexpected. The same boys who were now playing were the same ones who had sacrificed themselves in the Blue Lock, spending hours and hours in increasingly tiring situations

Isagi runs along the enemy side, escaping from the two defenders who have been trying to mark him since the beginning of the match, failing miserably. You clasp your hands in your lap as you tremble, because today is an important day for everyone and your boy has to win, he has to, otherwise you know he will never be completely happy. Since you've been together, you've known that his goal is to get here, and now that he's on this field, he has to give everyone the demonstration of everything he's given during his years of training. He has to prove to everyone, he has to prove to you above all, that he will win. You know very well that he is playing with this awareness, even though you have told him hundreds of times that for you he is number one and that he will always be

"When I arrive on the World Cup field I will have to shine for you. I will have to repay you for all the sacrifice and love you have given me in all this time"

"Yoichi, you know very well that you don't owe me anything. I love you and I always will, whether you set foot on that field or not. You will always be my number one champion"

"I know. But I have to prove it to you while I chase my dream"

Chigiri passes the ball to Bachira, always a few meters away from your boyfriend. The two of them have always collaborated, always proving to be one of the strongest duos. You are as close to Isagi as you are to Bachira, who actually played a fundamental role in your relationship, because it is thanks to him that Isagi had the courage to declare himself after the end of the holidays after the match against the U-20. An English defender tries to steal the ball, but it doesn't end up at his feet, but at Yoichi's. You gasp, clutching your hands as Isagi starts to run, run, and run again

The crowd explodes. Screams from all sides calling his name, while he skillfully reduces the distance between the ball and the net to less and less. You scream like a loser as everything seems to transform into the goal of your boyfriend's life

The ball is thrown with a precise hit

The object flies without obstacles in front

The goalkeeper can't catch it

The ball, with a sharp thump, ends up in the net

It's Goal. The stadium remains silent for a few seconds, while everyone seems to process the meaning of the gesture. Your eyes widen, and a few tears spontaneously start to fall without you noticing. You look at Isagi, who remains still, and for a few seconds he turns towards you. He moves his lips, and in the silence you almost seem to understand his lip movements

"Did you see? I did it. I proved it to you"

The crowd roars. Everyone seems to finally understand that Japan, after years of crisis, is finally world champion, and this is thanks to your boyfriend, Isagi Yoichi, who scored the goal the team needed. Ego claps his hands, as Anri gets up from your side and starts running towards the field, while crying like a child. You remain petrified, trying to process what just happened while everything still seems unrealizable

Japan won. Isagi won

You wake up in reality when you feel Anri shaking your arm, while gesturing for you to come with her. She cries and laughs, and you see Isagi who has approached you, a few meters away from Anri, completely ignoring his teammates

You stand up, running towards Isagi, crashing into his arms as you finally start to cry on your own. You feel his muscles relax the moment you are in his arms, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he holds you close. You feel his comrades crashing into him, but he remains stable, holding you in his arms as they all surround him

"You did it! You won! I knew you could do it, but well, it's better now that it's actually a reality. You did it, Yoichi"

"I know. It's also thanks to you, you know"

"Shut up and give yourself credit for once, you idiot. But I love you, but it is not necessary to specify it"

"I'm giving it to myself. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have gotten to this level"

And so, with these words, you can read between the lines. You were the one who supported him right away, from the first day in there. You were the one who defended him in the worst moments. You were the one who held him in your arms when he was sick, mentally and physically. You were the one who loved him without him asking you

You were there for him, always. And he always did it for you, when you needed him

It's a job of equals, as everything should be: loving the other when the other doesn't love themselves and the opposite when the situation requires it. You didn't ask each other to live with each other's flaws, but you decided to stay because of the love you've felt for practically forever. You would do it again every chance you get, if you ever went back to the past, and you know he would do the same

The crowd is screaming your boyfriend's name, screaming because for the first time in years the Japanese finally have the last thing missing from their list. They are screaming the name of their savior who yes, hears them, but now can only see you in front of his eyes. He feels his teammates touching him, celebrating, but the touch that matters to him is only you in his arms after having reached his maximum level of perfection

Everyone is trying to win his heart, to have a place in the memories of the savior of Japan, but you, only you, occupy everything. And you are more than enough for him, for the striker

"Go celebrate, you deserve it"

"I'm already doing it like this. And I'm fine with it"

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[loafgeto]

ᝬ 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗧 ⤵︎

gojo satoru x fem!reader

synopsis: you are the teacher assistant for gojo satoru and the first years. in everyone’s eyes, you both are known as the duo who tolerate each other. but behind closed doors, you both can’t seem to get your hands away. and during a cookout, you seem to be capturing someone else’s attention, causing satoru to become jealous.

cw: fem reader, 18+ mdni, explicit language, secret relationship, jealous gojo, cocky gojo, teasing, dirty talking, edging, markings/hickeys, overstimulation, squirting, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, somewhat jealous sex, creampie, breast play, sucking and biting, begging, cock warming, pet names (baby, darling), different positions, gojo telling/controlling reader what to do. this isn’t proofread, and if you see any typos pls ignore 😢

wc: 3.9k

a/n: HELP I HAD TO REPOST THIS DUE TO SOME ISSUES. LMFAOOO HOPEFULLY THIS POST IS BETTER NOW, TOJI ONE SHOT NEXT

You've been working at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech for almost a year now, as the teacher assistant of Gojo Satoru. You honestly never thought you'd be the strongest sorcerer's assistant, but Satoru happened to request for someone by his side. Thus, lead to your encounter.

When you were first introduced to Satoru, it was like any other first impression for him, admiration. He was rather nonchalant and playful around you, knowing how to push your buttons, and definitely confident in himself. That admiration quickly turned into toleration, but you remained respectful towards him.

Things began to change during the third month of being his assistant.

After a certain mission that nearly caused your death, Satoru often stayed by your side as you recovered and this lead to the secret romance. It was unexpected from a guy like him, but his feelings are genuine. The two of you agreed to date in secret, wanting to keep a professional impression for the time being and acted like normal colleagues in public.

But when you two are alone, Satoru can't help but touch and kiss you everywhere. He always wants you on his lap, or at least feel your touch. He inquires about your day, how he misses you, how much he adores your scent and aura, how much he thought about fucking you. Satoru was never afraid to admit his feelings, which is what made you fall for him even more.

Each day before and after class, you'd go to his office, and pepper kisses on his face and suffocate him in hugs. Satoru enjoys receiving it all, and the reason why he enters the classroom all bubbly and with a wide smile, was because of you. Everyone just had the thought that he was normally that way due to his personality.

It was yet another normal day and the two schools, Tokyo and Kyoto Jujutsu Tech, planned a cookout at a private park. On this day, you wore a simple attire: white blouse, black skirt, black tights, and stilettos. For some reason, Satoru liked the outfit on you, though he hadn't fully admitted it yet. But the way he looks at you made you believe he enjoyed seeing you in it. So you wore it often.

The teachers and other adults were occupied with preparing the food, while the students were occupied with a challenging game of soccer. Even though you weren't directly there, you could feel the tension arising from the field.

You were preparing a fruit salad while slightly watching the first years bicker with the second years of Kyoto and then proceed with the game. You smiled when watching, after all these missions and cursed spirits lingering around, it was great to settle and take a nice break.

For a brief second, your eyes scan across the entire area. Your eyes finally detected Satoru, who was mainly directing the game. He was supposedly playing the role coach for Tokyo Tech. He was shouting enthusiastically, encouraging someone to do this, or that.

Beside of Satoru was Utahime, seemingly doing the same thing as he was but in a more relaxed yet serious manner. The students of Tokyo seemed to be winning the soccer match, mostly because of the second year student, Maki. Her twin sister on the other team didn't appear to be happy, but that didn't make them win a point.

Your attention returns to Satoru, who had his back facing you. Then you look down at the fruit salad, wondering if you should offer the first bite to him and inquire on the taste.

"L/NN!!" Two of the first years, Yuji and Nobara, shouts towards you from the field, capturing your attention and everyone else's. They were waving at you, as if competing to get your attention first. You shake your head and return the two a wave and smile.

Satoru had also turned around when the two called for you, seeing how you were diligently preparing the fruit salad and waving at them. He was going to approach you, leaving Utahime alone to deal with this soccer game when someone else had approached you.

"Your students must really like you, huh?" it was Utahime's teacher assistant. You hadn't met the dude before and this was his first time approaching you since this afternoon. Your attention was torn away from Satoru as your gaze met with Utahime's assistant's.

"Oh, well I'm not necessarily their teacher but I know they respect me enough like I am one," you reply with a smile, finishing the last stir of the fruit salad.

"I heard your fruit salad recipe was very good," he continues to speak, watching as you finish the dish. "Mind if I try a piece?"

You glance at him, pondering for a moment. You assumed it wouldn't hurt to do so. "Of course," you nod, grabbing a plastic fork and piercing it through a strawberry, kiwi and pineapple.

You hand the fork over to him, expecting him to take it. But instead, he leans forward, taking a bite of the three fruits into his mouth. Your eyes slightly widen at the unexpected action and he quickly pulls away before you can react further.

"Wow! It's delicious!" he chuckles, chewing on the fruits and tasting the different sweet, rich and savory flavors.

"Well.. I'm glad you like it.." you awkwardly reply, slightly smiling.

"Of course. I'll definitely come back for more!" he says and laughs while placing a hand on your shoulder. He gives it several pats, to your surprise.

But you hadn't realize that Satoru was observing it all— from the moment he approached you, to the moment he ate those fruits, and to the moment he placed a hand on you. The interaction irritated Satoru, and he was unable to return to the game with a bubbly manner.

His mood suddenly changed, but he didn't want to express it. He forced a smile, enthusiastic shouts and returned his focus to the soccer match. But he kept glancing back at you, seeing how Utahime's assistant was still causally around you.

But it wasn't like he could do anything. If he did, he'd cause an entire scene, and Utahime's assistant seemed rather nice, but his actions annoyed the hell out of Satoru. Why was he all up on you like that?

Satoru acknowledged the image of you not reacting or anything, and it made him feel irritated even more. Was she actually offering to feed those fruits to him? He got jealous and upset over the fact that the assistant was the first to try your fruit salad and not him.

He also noticed your outfit. How several buttons were loosened to reveal the chest area above your breast, how the skirt wrapped around your hips— shaping your ass and curves, how the tights were making the entire outfit appear more striking. And gosh, how he wanted to rip it all off of you.

Satoru pushes his sunglasses closer to his eyes, secretly rolling them beneath as he crosses his arms. Later, he'll decide what to do with you and that guy.

When the food was all prepared, the adults waited for the students to end their soccer game and gather around the picnic tables. Satoru stood behind of you, watching as you excitedly presented your fruit salad to everyone.

"Oh, Sa— Gojo!" you had turn around, surprised that he was standing there. You found this as an opportunity for him to try your fruit salad before giving it out to the rest. "Would you like to try my fruit salad first?"

Satoru gave it a brief thought as he glanced at you and then the bowl of the fruit salad. He gives you an unnatural smile before replying, "no thanks. I'll get it once everyone else does."

For some reason, his rejection shattered your heart but you nod, watching as he walks away shortly afterwards. You decide to ignore it, since it shouldn't affect you as much but the uncertain feeling in your body kept causing you to gaze back at him.

The remainder of the cookout, Satoru was deliberately avoiding making contact with you. And even if he spoke to you, it'd be short and simple. Of course, this sort of behavior wouldn't appear suspicious to others, but between the two of you, there was definitely some tension.

You wondered if you did anything that made him upset, but nothing was coming to mind. You knew for a fact that he was mostly focused on the game and you barely interacted with him. But you hadn't known about Satoru's observations from earlier, so you were left utterly confused.

The cookout finished with no further complications and the students decided to play one more match of soccer. Everyone was pumped after eating so much, and the first years were definitely determined on winning since the last match came to a draw.

You began searching for Satoru when you realized he wasn't around anymore. More confusion arose as you figured he'd want to participate and watch the entire thing. You tried not to worry too much, assuming he'd gone to the restroom or something.

Your attention about Satoru's whereabouts was shortly interrupted when Utahime's assistant approached you once again. "So, Y/n? After this— it's gonna be a while until I see you again."

"Huh? Oh, that's right," you nod your head, smiling politely as you've done before.

"We should definitely keep in contact some how— since you know, we both happen to be teacher assistants and we can share our stories with each other—" he begins to ramble, taking his phone out when a voice appears behind the two of you.

"L/n," it was Yuji, completely oblivious about the situation. "Gojo-sensei said for you to meet at his office, asap. Seems quite urgent. Man, you both are gonna miss the game!"

"O-Oh. Yes, of course. It's fine, Yuji, thank you though," you nod your head before dismissing yourself. "It was nice to meet you. I hope we can be good friends," you quickly utter to the other assistant before heading towards Satoru's office.

Maybe this was the chance to finally talk to him about earlier.

You anticipated on what could occur once you arrived, many scenarios raced through your mind as you kept walking. Whatever it was, you just wanted to know what you did and solve the problem with him.

When you approached the door to his office, you hesitated on opening it at first. But you were quick to push your feelings away and slid the door open, stepping inside and closing it behind. The room was dim, the only source of light was the sun peeking through the small opening of the closed curtains.

You immediately spotted Satoru resting on his chair, head leaned back, as if he was sleeping. A smile slowly appears on your face as you approach him quietly, guessing he was tired the entire time.

"Satoru?" you called out to him, gently tapping his shoulder. He didn't budge and remained asleep, to which made you frown. "Hey, you can't just call me in here and then fall asleep on me."

Satoru still didn't answer and you sigh, deciding to just return to the rest. "I'm going back then—“

As you were about to turn around, Satoru's hand quickly reached up to grab your wrist. The sudden action caught you by surprise, and Satoru pulls you down on his lap.

"S-Satoru?" you stammer, realizing that he had been awake and pretending to sleep.

"You know the reason why I called for you?" Satoru asks, finally opening his eyes. He then used his other arm to wrap around your hips, pulling you closer while keeping his other grip on your hand.

"Of course not.. that's why I'm here.." you smile awkwardly. "Is something the matter, 'toru? You've been avoiding me all day. Did I do something wrong?"

"Guess," Satoru answers vaguely, releasing his grip from your wrist and moving them down to your inner thigh. He starts caressing them, feeling the tights that hugged your skin.

"S-Satoru?!" you gasp, feeling blood rush to your cheeks. You start wondering what he was trying to imply, and returned to the moment with your interaction with Utahime's assistant. And you finally figured Satoru must've saw it.

"Acting all flirty in front of me, huh? Trying to get me jealous?"

"No! Of course not!" you pout, wrapping one arm around his neck. "Only have eyes for you.. I wasn't flirting with him, I promise. I only want your attention 'toru. Please."

Satoru wasn't going to let this slip past easily, and you knew that. When he was jealous, he was stubborn. And it took a while for him to forget this matter. Satoru huffs, lifting your body and changing your position to where you straddled his lap. "Why'd he get to be the first to try your fruit salad, baby?"

"You're upset over that?”

"He was also touching you. Being all over you. Fucking bastard," Satoru scoffs, placing both hands on your hips. "He was checking you out, getting hard because of this damn outfit you're wearing."

Satoru then lifts your skirt, pushing it above your hips to reveal your laced panties under the tights. You knew where this was going, but you didn't stop it at all. "You purposely wore this, didn't you?" Satoru inquires.

"Wore it for you.. only you, no one else," you reply, feeling your legs already tremble as Satoru presses your hips down against his crotch. You could feel his throbbing erection, poking your panties that were now soaking.

"I don't like it. Might as well take it off," Satoru says, moving his hands along the curves of your body and up to your chest. He starts unbuttoning your shirt, pushing the material apart to where your breasts popped out.

Satoru pushes your bra up, exposing your nipples. He grins, using both of his hands to pinch and grope your boobs. You moan, body twitching at the sensation. "A-Ah.. Satoru-"

"Move your hips," Satoru orders and you immediately obey, rocking your hips and grinding against his hard cock that could no longer withstand the suffocation of his pants.

Satoru continues to pinch your nipples, getting more soft moans to escape your mouth. Your hands rest against his shoulder as you continue grinding your clothed pussy against him. Your arousal soaked through your underwear and tights, and eventually stained Satoru's pants.

"P-Please.. I'm sorry-" you beg before a higher moan follows after when Satoru latches his mouth on one of your boobs.

Satoru starts sucking your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, and gently biting down on it. Your grip on his shoulder tightens, nails digging through his shirt as your moans squeaked louder. His other hand fondling and pinching your other nipple.

Despite all of this, Satoru was always able to tease your breast in a way that'd make you squirm. He switches between your two breast, making sure to pleasure each nipple, before leaving bite marks. He sucks on the skin of your breast next, leaving hickeys on several areas before returning his mouth to your nipple.

Satoru removes his mouth from your nipple, creating a pop sound before leaning back against his chair. He smiles, observing your reactions. "Hold your breasts," he orders again as his hands trail to your hips.

You end up following his order, cupping both breasts in your hands as Satoru rips your tights open, giving your soaked panties a brief observation. He smirks, seeing how your arousal was already slicking down your inner thighs.

"Would you look at that," Satoru murmurs, pressing his middle and index finger against the soaked area of your panties. He rubs circles on your clit before pushing the material to the side, feeling your arousal drip on his fingers.

It was enough to the point Satoru finally unzips his pants and slip his dick out. He uses one hand to lift your thigh up, making you crouch on your feet, and the other to pump his throbbing cock.

"F-Fuck.. Satoru- need your cock in me."

"You gotta be patient, baby," Satoru replies, grunting softly as he aligns his cock to your entrance. His cock twitches at the sensation of how wet you were and he pushes his tip in, already feeling your pussy pulsating.

You both let out a moan as Satoru sinks his cock deeper into your cunt, stretching you out until his entire length was in. "Shit. Ride me, baby," Satoru requests, his hands returning to grip your hips.

With no hesitation, you comply and start moving up and down, bouncing on his cock in a steady pace. You're moaning louder while your hands are still cupping and fondling your breasts.

"That assistant must be thinking about doing this with you too, don't you think?" Satoru inquires, holding back his hoarse grunts as he felt your walls clench around him as you moved up. "But I do it better, don't I? I touch you better 'nd make you feel better?"

"Y-Yes 'toru! Only you can make me feel this good!"

"That's right," Satoru's smile becomes wider as he gropes the fat of your ass with his hands.

Satoru begins assisting you by pushing your hips down faster, his balls smacking your ass as the sound of skin slapping and moans permeate the room. He watches at how your breasts bounce each thrust, even when you're holding it, but seeing your face was the best of it all.

"D-Damn.. squeezing me so good, baby," Satoru grunts, thrusting his hips upward slightly.

"Fuck- cumming soon," you throw your head back, feeling his cock rub against your g-spot every thrust. You were so close and began bouncing faster in order to reach your climax quicker.

But Satoru doesn't allow that to happen. He knew you were close, and when you were about to cum, he immediately stops your movements. Your eyes wide in shock, completely aggravated with how he stopped and didn't allow you to cum.

"Satoru, you—"

He was quick to shush you by pressing his mouth against yours, to which you return. The kiss turns sloppy, as your tongue presses against one another's, fighting for dominance. Your hands release the grasp of your breasts to wrap around Satoru's neck, pulling his body closer to yours. Satoru then lifts you from the chair, pinning you down on his desk, knocking off several of the small decorations sitting there.

Satoru pulls away, spreading your legs apart before pushing your thighs closer to your chest. "You're gonna cum when I tell you to, got it?" he says, not accepting any objections before slamming his cock right back into your dripping cunt.

"S-Shit!" your hand tries to reach for something to grab, but your mind is foggy and you swore you were already seeing stars. You were still close, on the brink of cumming all over him and you almost came without notice.

Satoru starts thrusting his cock fast and deep into your pussy, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as his hips slam into your ass. Your noises fall of your tongue each thrust, knowing you'd probably lose your voice later.

"Goodness, baby. Taking my cock so good, like you always do."

Satoru throws both of your legs over his shoulder, firmly holding your legs as they begin trembling. Tears have welled the socket of your eyes and they eventually start rolling back as Satoru maintained the position and thrusts.

"I-I can't, Satoru- gonna cum!" you couldn't hold your orgasm anymore, and even before Satoru could reply, you cum on him and his desk.

Satoru doesn't say anything besides scoff, and even when you came, he kept fucking you relentlessly. It was driving you insane, the feeling of him still thrusting into you after cumming.

He switches the position again, this time he wraps your legs around his waist before lifting you up with his hands cupping under your thighs. You snake your arms around his neck for a better grip, head dropping against his shoulder as he pistons his cock up into you.

He'd then push you back down on the desk, making your body turn to the side and lifting one leg over his shoulder, before thrusting back into you. Afterwards, he'd flip you on your stomach and pound you from the back, leading to your second orgasm.

Satoru would make you touch yourself, scream his name and tears stream down your face. He'd make you reach multiple orgasms until you couldn't anymore. Your throat began to hurt from all of the moaning and screaming, but that didn't mean Satoru stopped.

He lifts you up again, walking with you over to the window. You're unable to comprehend what he was doing by that moment before he slides the curtains open. His office view directly overlooked the field, where everyone still currently were.

"W-Wait, Satoru they're gonna see-" you panic slightly, feeling your feet come in contact with the ground as Satoru makes you face the window and everyone participating the ongoing soccer match.

"Let them see, and watch how many times I've made you cum," Satoru says, raising his hands to grip your biceps before filling your swollen pussy with his cock again.

Satoru pumps his cock in and out of you, the angle allowing him to hit your spots deeper and better. The sensation was too much for you to handle, but it was making you to the point where you're begging for more.

You could see everyone else enjoying their time in the soccer field, and your eyes detect Utahime's assistant by the side. His back was turned against you, so you didn't see his face but he seemed to be enjoying his time since he was cheering and clapping his hands.

If he'd turn around and look up, he would immediately be able to see you and Satoru.

"'toru— I'm gonna cum again!" you sob, feeling the tip of his cock kiss your womb. Your legs became wobbly, but Satoru held you up with his firm grip.

"S-Shit.. me too, darling." Satoru's thrust were becoming erratic as he neared his climax, groaning and throwing his head back slightly. "Gonna cum in you, baby. You okay with that?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" you chant, turning your head around to meet his gaze.

Satoru grits his teeth, thrusting his hips closer several times before pushing his cock all the way in, pumping his cum into your womb. You came at the same time, and you both share a final moan before your back fell against Satoru's chest.

You're both gasping for air heavily, body soaked in sweat while the room smelled like sex. You both remain there for a moment before Satoru kisses your cheek and trails his lips down your neck.

"Looks like we won the game," Satoru says when he glances out of the window, seeing the first years and second years of Tokyo Tech cheer in victory. You also look out of the window, watching as they all celebrated.

"I wasn't mad at you, by the way," Satoru adds, returning his head to your side before kissing your face again. "You're not upset at me either, baby?"

"No.." you shake your head, facing him before pressing a kiss on his lips.

Satoru slips his cock out, watching as his cum mixed with yours drip out of your pussy. He chuckles softly and smirks. "Good. Let's clean you up before we go back."

LOAF4U. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

[botanicalbutch]

I’m the exact demographic for Yellowjackets. I’m a lesbian. I played soccer. I was raised by a prepper/survivalist in Wisconsin (Canada lite.) I’ve experienced homoerotic friendships that could bring the strongest people to their knees. Lord of the Flies was my favorite required reading. I’m an herbalist. I’m trauma bonded to my childhood friends through death and literal blood pacts. We would TASTE EACH OTHERS BLOOD in middle school. How does anyone expect me to be normal about this show

[arminsumi]

ahhhhh could you please do dad gojo 😭

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ just Gojo being a dad

GOJO x f.reader

Content; pure fluff

A/N: dad gojo!!! aaaa my heart 🥺 he is lowkey chaotic but so wholesome

— Dad!Gojo responds to "Aw, your baby is so cute!" with "Yeah, because my wife is hot 😏"

— He has many dad jokes prepared... but messes up the punchline every time. "What do you call a rude cow? Wait I forgot hang on — " he pulls out his dad joke booklet. No it's not store-bought, he plagiarized it from the internet wrote it himself

— When trying to feed his youngest, he does the airplane thing; "Okay, open like a lion — woooooooosh here comes the airplane!" he moves the spoon in a circular motion, but your fussy little monster swats it away and Gojo ends up receiving a nice splat on his white shirt. "My shirt!! This was dry-cleaned!! 😭"

— He's a soccer dad! And he prepares for his kid's matches more seriously than they do. He's the loudest, most annoying enthusiastic dad there, clapping and hollering when they score goals. When his kid wins a trophy, he takes them on a piggy back ride to their favorite place: Roppongi.

— Speaking of piggy back rides, Gojo prides himself on the fact he can hoist them onto his back and drive them around even when they're fully grown. I quote, "I'm the strongest daddy." (Yes he said that, yes multiple times too)

— He keeps family photos in his wallet and in his car, wedged into the sun visor. He smiles at it every time he pulls it down.

— Sometimes he's a bad influence, because he's very much a night owl. He will stay up late competitively playing video games with his kids.

— Crawls into bed with you after tucking the kids in. The two of you flirt and giggle under the blanket until you fall asleep.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. spread the self-love!

thank you for tagging me @suguwu sorry this took me a sec to get to!! i have been cooking it up in my mind though !! hehe

Threefold | Honkai Star Rail — Mydei

When the husband you’ve never met returns from the war you’ve never understood, he comes bearing a strange and inexplicable gift — a prince in chains who he refuses to kill.

notes: this is my most recent project ergo i am the happiest with it atm HAHA i think my prose is at its strongest here!! honestly the idea for the plot really came to me in a vision…the image of mydeimos as the reluctant prisoner appeared so clearly to me that i had no choice but to build entire world to make it a reality!! (although in terms of world building i have done the bare minimum i feel LMAO very fast and loose fs) even though i haven’t met him in-game yet hehe he’s just very handsome yk haunts my waking hours and whatnot

Seabird | Blue Lock — Sae Itoshi

Thanks to a chance encounter on the beach, you spend your vacation trying to apologize to the famous soccer player you inadvertently offended. Unfortunately, Sae Itoshi has other plans.

notes: i feel like i would be remiss if i didn’t mention seabird!! this one was so much fun to write if only because reader and sae had the funniest dynamic i think i’ve ever written. they are so hater4hater and all of their conversations (plus the little brother’s snarky asides) had me giggling as i came up with them. i think in terms of prose it’s definitely a lot more functional compared to like threefold but that kind of lends it that silliness and charm?? so i still love it HAHA

Hierophant | Honkai Star Rail — Sunday

Sunday is your mirror, as you are his — or, how meeting him spells your doom, just like losing you spells his.

notes: did i know anything about sunday when i wrote this?? debatable (it was a birthday gift). forget about robin LMAOO this is definitely THE most ooc oak siblings you will ever see but i enjoyed it making it regardless!! it’s a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓭𝓪𝔂 fic more than anything and very speculative/open to interpretation in its entirety which is what i was hoping to get across hehe like i have my ideas for what i think happened but truly it’s not clear at all and it was fun withholding everything LFKDJD if that makes sense…coming up with the differences between halovians and humans as well as writing sunday’s slow deterioration and eventual breakdown was very fun for me!! i also loved switching between past tense and present tense for the different povs hehe it was a fun exercise writing-wise as well!!

The Instrument | Blue Lock — Michael Kaiser

Michael Kaiser is like a rose, and you are the songbird he cannot bear to lose.

notes: yes my opp michael kaiser is making an appearance here because unfortunately i actually do really love this piece LMAO i am not as much a fan of the part two because i only wrote it upon popular demand (i prefer leaving things open-ended) but part one i do by and large enjoy!! this was my first time ever writing in the present tense and i loveddd it HAHA it really unlocks a different style and vibe of writing for me so although i don’t always use it i def do like pulling it out every now and again which i wouldn’t have learned i can do without the instrument!!

Polar | Blue Lock — Nagi-Centric Genfic

This time, when Seishiro Nagi’s talent at soccer is discovered, it’s by a boy named Oliver Aiku — which goes about as well as you’d expect it to.

notes: this one is definitely a crazy one to put on here given that this is a genfic and i am a reader insert author but. i LOVE polar LMAOAOAO it was born of a silly conversation i had with one of my friends (jei if you’re seeing this hi) but it ended up being over 20k words of nagi character study in an au where he’s found by oliver instead of reo!! i love writing it hehe i think this is the proof nagi is my fav because like writing a genfic from a character’s pov is smth i’ve never done before and probs never will do again. but it was a blast at the time!!

no-pressure tagging: @luvether @loverducky @mewnbuns @kazucee @veraties (if any of you were tagged already i am sorry 🥹 i tried switching up who i tag too so i hope you all are okay with it please lmk if not so ik for next time 💖)

[tillichan]

Your life in Blue Lock for archive-of-the-lost

Itoshi brothers and you are childhood best friends. You met Sae in soccer club. Being one of the most talented and the smartest players, you got attention of the young genius, Itoshi Sae. And then his brother's, Itoshi Rin, too. The days spent analyzing data on football players and teams, playing football and hanging out at Itoshi's home after are the precious memories that will never leave you. The dreams and promises you shared carved into yours memory forever. Then your life reached a turning point, Sae went to Spain. And then he came back a different person. Not blunt, but kind and protective Sae you knew before. Not the person you had a crush on. Rin changed after he met this Sae too. Your cute and ambitious friend closed himself. The friendship started to crumble after Itoshi brothers argument. But the sudden invitation to Blue Lock struck a spark in your hearts. It was a spark of hope of being together again and making your dreams reality.

The color of your ego — Dark Purple

Best skill: Outstanding analyzing skills.

Your rivals are curious if you can read their mind. But you're not only talented, but also hard-working person. The days you spent with Sae analyzing football players paid off. You're able to analyze your rivals strong and weak points very quickly and then crush their best tactic.

Ubers is known as one of the best teams in Europe, a team based in defense that prioritizes individual strength, strategy, and teamwork to achieve victory. Collecting data and analyzing every player to their core and then using that information to make multiple team strategies using their strongest players as their centers. Good choice for Monster of analysis like you, right? Not to mention, that your Blue Lock best friend, Niko Ikki, is the member of this team too. You, Niko and Oliver are able to crush literally any attack. And then Barou and Lorenzo score the goals. Truly unstoppable team.

You were always in love with Itoshi Sae. But you didn't know one important thing. That Itoshi Sae was always in love with you too~

ღ Powerful couple with mutual devotion? Yes, it's about you and Sae. You look unbelievably cool together! ღ You two share some of your hobbies and interests like analyzing people or football players, horror movies and stuff. Sae thinks that his weakness is that he doesn't know anything besides football. He's truly interested in football and works hard on his goals. And you love it, since you love people, who know what they want! ღ Sae is good listener, especially for you. He'd listen to everything you'd like to tell him. About your hyperfixations, anime, cute things you saw in the shop, your dreams about your future stories, anime character analysis — everything. ღ You tend to remember events in which you were hurt? Oh, dear, don't worry. Since Sae is blunt and protective person, be sure that you've nothing to worry about. He finds words that make you feel better and protects you from unpleasant persons. Even if it's a little bug or insect, Sae deals with it for you. ღ Sae can't help but finds cute little things about you. Like you tend to space out or buy some random stuff. By the way, about random cute stuff. Now Sae tends to buy everything that reminds him of you or things he thinks you'd like. ღ Don't worry, Sae respects your personal space, so he doesn't touch you if you don't want it. ღ He prefers more private home dates like watching movies or have a home dinner, because he, and you too, is the football celebrity. Sae doesn't want someone to interrupt your dates. But he's still fine with picnic or late night dates. ღ Finally let me tell you one thing. Sae isn't happy that you're in Blue Lock. Of course, he's really proud of you! But the number of your admirers grows. And it makes him jealous that he can't be with you.

Sae: packing his bags Sae's Manager: Sae-chan, where are you going? Sae: Blue Lock. Manager: What?!

Niko Ikki is your friend, who has a secret crush on you. You two met in Blue Lock and immediately hit it off. Of course, after all you have a lot in common! Niko is a professional otaku. He shares your anime interests. And, oh, he loves the fact that you want to be a professional writer in the future! Niko would love to read all of your fanfic and stories, even if it's just an idea. Even though you don't like talking usually, your conversations are endless. Rest in piece, your roommates ears. You're an embodiment of his ideal type! Person, who likes anime and who he can be with like a friend. And Niko can't help, but has a crush on you.

Your childhood friend, your adorable brother, your future brother in-law, yes, it's all about Itoshi Rin. He's really happy that you and Sae became a couple, even though he didn't notice yours feelings. Rin enjoys your presence. You two love watching horror movies together and talking about football. Even though Rin is more closed now, with you he's more like little Rin you know since childhood. You're important to Rin. He doesn't seems like this, but he throws a ball at the head of people who trouble you.

Stopping Kaiser Impact, you've become the rival number one of Michael Kaiser himself. He's interested in you, he watches you, he wants to crush your analysis by his power. But, who knows, how it will end. Will your relationships be Rivals to Friends trope or will stay the same. Spoiler: it won't because Sae is on his way to Blue Lock.

Alexis Ness was amazed by your jaded Disney princess self. He knows, that you're his rival, that you're Kaiser rival, but there is something about you that attracted him to you. If there's a chance, Alexis will try to get to know you better.

You've one more good friend in Blue Lock, Karasu Tabito. You two share similar analyzing abilities, but use it in different ways. Once, You and Tabito were on the same team. Friends and rivals is about you! You enjoy playing together and in different teams, helping each other to get better.

Marc Snuffy is not only your coach, but also the person you respect and trust a lot in Blue Lock. He's a polite and caring coach, who does his best to help his players to get better. Snuffy prioritizes a player's mental state along with their individual talents. He truly thinks that you're really talented player. His team needs you to be the best one. Marc values you a lot. He didn't notice the moment when he started seeing you not only as a player, but also as a child he wants to care and protect.

The main problem in the life of Don Lorenzo — How?! HOW?! HOW do you win him at cards Every. Single. Time?! That's really unbelievable! Wanting to know your secret, Lorenzo follows you around. Don't be surprised if he'll develop a crush on you one day. Especially since he falls in love too quickly. Now you love spending time with Snuffy and Lorenzo in friendly atmosphere.

[kxsagi]

"𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

kaiser was used to getting what he wanted. 

a childhood of fists and slurred threats had taught him that power belonged to the strongest, the smartest, the ones who knew how to control the board. his father had controlled through fear. his mother had controlled through absence. he had learned to control through understanding. not to heal, but to win. 

that was why he read. psychology books lined his shelves, not for self-improvement, but for strategy. he picked apart minds the way he picked apart defenses on the field, exploiting weaknesses to his advantage. every opponent had an insecurity, a trigger, a soft spot. teammates were no different. he whispered the right words at the right time, making them believe in him, bend to him. he played the game not just with his feet, but with his mind. 

and he won. always. 

until you. 

you were supposed to be another challenge, another prize. kaiser was good-looking, successful, charismatic, no one told him no. but you did. not rudely, not cruelly. just a simple, unwavering “no” that threw him off balance more than any defender ever had. 

“you’re not ready for me,” you had said. “not like this.” 

he had scoffed, laughed it off, but something in your eyes unsettled him. you saw through him. the masks, the manipulations, the carefully crafted persona he had spent years perfecting. you weren’t interested in his charm, his success, or the way he could twist words to make people crumble. 

you wanted something he didn’t know how to give. 

“come back when you’ve stopped running,” you told him. 

at first, he convinced himself you were playing hard to get. that you’d come around, like they all did. but days turned to weeks, then months, and you didn’t waver. every time he saw you, you were the same. honest. steady. unmoved by his tactics. 

it pissed him off. 

kaiser found himself standing in front of a mirror late one night, gripping the edge of the sink, knuckles white. the bathroom lights flickered slightly, an old wiring issue he hadn’t bothered to fix. his breath came hard and fast. another bad game. another night where he’d screamed at his teammates for mistakes that were just as much his fault as theirs. he had watched their faces, the way their shoulders tensed, the way their confidence shrank. 

he knew that feeling. 

he had worn it once, long ago, cowering under his father’s drunken rage. 

the thought hit him like a punch to the gut. his grip on the sink tightened as he forced himself to look at his reflection. dark circles beneath his eyes, tension in his jaw, a sneer twisting his lips. he looked like a man who resented the world. like a man who needed control to survive. 

like his father. 

a sickening wave of nausea curled in his stomach. he stumbled back, his breath coming sharp and ragged. he clenched his fists, shaking his head. 

no. that wasn’t him. he wasn’t like that. 

but wasn’t he? 

hadn’t he built his entire life on power, on knowing exactly how to bend people to his will? hadn’t he used his words like his father had used his fists? maybe not in violence, but in force. in control. 

a trembling breath escaped his lips. he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the memory away. the stench of beer on his father’s breath, the sharp sting of words that cut deeper than any blow. “you’ll never be anything. you’re just like me.” 

no. 

he had spent his entire life trying to prove that wrong, but maybe in the end, he had just become the same poison, poured into a different bottle. 

that night, he barely slept. he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, haunted by the realization that for all his intelligence, all his careful calculations, he had never once truly looked at himself. 

but you had. 

𐙚

kaiser found you at the park just before sunset. the sky was painted in streaks of orange and pink, the air crisp with the fading warmth of the day. you were sitting on a wooden bench near the soccer field, watching a group of kids kick around a ball, their laughter ringing through the air. 

he hesitated for a moment, hands in his pockets, before forcing himself to move forward. the old him would have had a plan, a perfect script to sway you. but now, he had nothing but the truth. 

so he sat beside you, letting a moment of silence settle between you both before speaking. 

“i don’t know how to be better,” he admitted, his voice quieter than he intended. “i only know how to win. and i don’t want to do that with you.” 

you turned to look at him, studying him in that way you always did, like you saw past everything he tried to be and straight to everything he was. 

he braced himself, expecting rejection, expecting you to say that it was too late. 

but you didn’t. 

“you’re trying,” you said softly. “that’s enough.” 

his chest tightened. his whole life, worth had been measured by success, by control. but here you were, telling him that just the act of trying was enough. 

“you’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?” he asked, half a smile pulling at his lips. 

you shook your head, though there was warmth in your eyes. “no. if it was easy, it wouldn’t mean anything.” 

he let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair as he glanced toward the kids still playing. 

“then i guess i’ve got work to do.” 

you smiled, and for the first time in his life, he felt like he wasn’t running. 

he was finally standing still. 

and maybe, just maybe, that was how he really won you. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: kaiser is one of my favorite written characters and i definitely see a lot of people get him wrong. this video does a really good job of explaining who he is and i highly recommend it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bD77we_jtQQ&list=LL&index=8 

he definitely doesn't deserve to have grown up the way he did, but i also want to include the message in here to not repeat generational cycles. sometimes, we can even do it unconsciously, but catch yourself before it becomes too familiar. work on yourself, healing is the best thing you can do for yourself. sending much love to everyone reading this 🫶🏻

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RANDOMMM SCENARIO BUT… famous athlete(soccer player) comes up to Wife and flirts with her (???) while her and miggy are at a club or something. 🫨

ooo this gon be a one jealous miggy🤤🤤

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miguel is fucking furious,

he and his wife had planned to have a date night. a nice drink at a cocktail bar would do the two of them good. in which he refused at first. he offered a dinner and gentle walks with ice cream but it seems that his wife managed to make him agree with her instead . thanks to her gorgeous puppy dog eyes and seduction, he actually complied. under one condition, that she has to stay by his side the entire night.

‘aw baby, you know i wouldn’t stray too far away from you. I wouldn’t like to dance alone anyway’

that’s not why miguel wanted her to leave his side for more than five minutes,

if she did, then miguel has to look at some twenty something year old mother fucker trying to hit on her like this exact moment,

it’s because he knows how gorgeous his wife is. her presence alone could make people’s head turns and men to fall to their knees. let alone if she opens her mouth and speak, they could easily be entranced and fall in love,

how would he know, you ask? because that’s what she did to him the first time he met her,

he brings his glass of whiskey to his lips, taking a slow sips as his eyes settled on another brunette man trying to entertain his wife by the bar,

five minutes. miguel fucking left for five minutes to go to the bathroom and some pubescent fucker already is trying his ways to woo her,

it’s not like she’s actually interested with the guy. he could sense the boredom radiating from her, and he doesn’t even have to stand close to her,

it makes him laugh.

her ears perk at the sound of a familiar sound that she loves, turning around and flashes a smile before reaching a hand to his waist making him mirror her expression,

“miguel, darling. this is christian. christian king. he’s a—“

“number 07. football league. nice to meet you” on the contrary, miguel’s tone doesn’t sound inviting at all, in which she’s quick to notice but doesn’t say anything,

the guy however, is appalled. eyes wide at the size of the man before him who looks like he could snap his neck in half.

miguel’s impossibly large physique has never failed to intimidate people. how could it not? he’s one of the strongest spider-man for crying out loud! not to mention the amount of hours he put in during the workouts. especially when he’s in during the bulking season to put on more muscles,

lord have mercy whomever tries to cross him or disrespect his wife

“oh.. I didn’t know she came with someone” the guy gulps nervously but try to at least smile. “miguel o’hara? a friend of bruce wayne’s right?”

he scoffs, “hardly” he twirls the glass softly in his hand as the other snakes around her waist, showing him that she’s taken. “acquaintance is more suited”

christian lets out a hum, nodding along as he awkwardly tries to avert his gaze. miguel’s wife however is enjoying this weird interaction, her eyes flickers between them before smirking,

“christian here just asked me out on a date. to go watch him play”

hearing that makes christian choke, while miguel raises his one eyebrow at the bold question the man had the nerve to ask,

“that so?” miguel heaves a small humorless laugh, sounding pissed. he watches christian struggle to put some words as he shakes his head,

“t-that was before i knew she came with someone, i swear! sorry i mean no disrespect” he puts his hands up in defense, feeling scared that her words will affect his life. because the way miguel is staring him down hard,

there’s 99% chance that christian would walk out of here with broken arms,

“saw you kept touching her too, compá. you interested in my wife?” miguel steps in closer while she remains quiet, biting back a smile,

“no! oh my god, no! of course not i was—“

“how old are you?”

“21”

“shit” miguel chuckles as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. “look, you got to find one your age, kid. she’s taken. beat it”

christian nods fast, grabbing his drink off the table and mutter a soft sorry before scrambling off and away from the two,

his wife has her legs crossed, exposing the soft and delicate thighs between the slits of her dress while eyeing her husband who refuses to leave his gaze off the poor guy,

she smirks widely, elbow on the counter before chuckling causing miguel to look at his woman. which then his brows dip into a frown,

“you were enjoying that”

“i did” she confirms, moving to graze his cheek and down to the collar of his shirt. “you handled that better than i did”

“you complaining, cariño?”

“kind of. I should’ve prompted a fight”

“jesus, you’re crazy”

she leans closer, breath ghosting over his mouth as he looks down at her, mind going fuzzy. “you love it.”

“ay. si lo tengo, bonita” he sighs dreamily, planting a quick kiss on her ruby lips. “i still don’t like how they keep trying to take my woman away from me. first, it was at the cake test for our wedding and now that fucking kid—jesus is really testing me”

“what? you know i’m hot. some people just can’t help themselves” she shrugs innocently, giving him her best doe gaze while sipping on her cocktail,

with a groan, he pulls her in. “you’re pushing it, querida” eyes jumping between her eyes and mouth. “but you’re not wrong”

her lips stretch into a smile, pressing a finger on his chin to keep his eyes locked in his,

“you’re my husband. and i’m your wife. we’re tied, baby. you are stuck with me”

the nickname and the reminder puts him at ease for a bit, softly unclenching his jaw, head nodding at the thought of his wife being his forever,

his beautiful, beautiful wife,

“i mean, unless you want us to—“

“don’t even think about it” he grunts, giving her butt a spank with a glare. the gesture makes her giggle,

“you’re fucking mine”