#the team gathering around him like they won the grand final

[crowsflag]

thinking about jordan dawson kicking the winning goal at the 2022 round 3 showdown always, always and forever.

[caesium-55]

—seven days. [ vi.iii ]

pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader.

summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.

author's note: updating bc i love yall. lol jk i dont want to study for my engineering management long quiz yet. sum1 yell at me to start studying or smth.

tags: @whatamidoingwithmylife-ramdom @eugene-emt-roe @bellezaycafe @barnestatic @theseerbetweenus @wcnorris @notyouraveragemochii @lpab @vildetry06 @a-beaverhausen @formula1mount @loloekie @alucardsdaddyissues @juky-ps @cassianswh0reeee @devotedlycrookeddonut @amberpanda99 @supermaxv1 @evie-119 @spideylovin @harianaswhore @formulaal

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The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2021 is a little dramatic in Max’s opinion. Some would say controversial. A lot of restarts. The issue with the safety car. Hamilton and Verstappen goes neck to neck. 369.5 points to 369.5. In the end, Verstappen overtakes Hamilton and wins the 2021 World Drivers' Championship.

The team celebrates with him after winning and in the sea of Red Bull employees, Max searches for you.

He won! Max Verstappen won! He’s a WDC now! He finally made truth of the world he told you in 2019.

Kelly appears and kisses him square on the lips. Max sees you in his peripheral vision, pulling your ball cap lower on your face before turning around and leaving. He wants to call you but Kelly keeps him in place.

Max visits your hotel room later, all happy and he holds the canned bottle of beer to you when you open the door.

“I’m not the sour loser anymore.”

You smile at him and Max feels like he’s on top of the podium again.

“Told ya you’ll be champion one day. Congrats, champ. Very happy for you.”

Champ.

Max decides that he likes Champ over every name you call him.

2022

you: go to fucking sleep u degenerate gamer

you: its 3 in the morning you have a race at 8

max: youre not my mother

you: i am ur manager u ass

you: and i have ur mom’s cell no

you: i will fucking call her if ur stream doesn't turn offline in ten seconds

you: 10…

max: you wouldnt dare

you: 9…

He moves into a penthouse at the beginning of the year and purchases a jet, Dassault Falcon 900EX, to make the traveling easier. Flying commercial absolutely sucks, even first class.

When he mentions the money he spent; the penthouse rental cost, the price of the jet plus maintenance of the private plane service, you have stood up and went to the balcony to stare at the Monaco scenery to gather your thoughts. Max laughs as he watches your brain overheat. He tells security that you’re to be given an immediate pass into the building and his penthouse without the need of going through the strict security checks. He gives you a keycard that you barely use because you knock on the door every single time you come by. A month later, Kelly and Penelope move in and this is the beginning of the little family charade.

“What are you doing?”

“Is it not obvious?” you gesture to the iPad in your hand. “Readin’ a Lestappen fic in AO3.”

Max’s brows furrow.

“Lestappen?”

“The ship name between you and Charles. Lestappen. Leclerc, Verstappen, Lestappen,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world and he’s stupid for even asking, waving your hand in a complicated flourish. “It’s good. Top-tier literature. Want me to send you the link?”

Max’s nose scrunches, “So there are people who ship me and Charles?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Romantically?”

You nod, “Want the link?”

“Absolutely not.”

You shrug your shoulders.

“Your loss.”

Max wins P1 (as things should be) in Austin, Hamilton P2, and Leclerc P3. The team holds a private drinking party in the hotel bar. Max sits with Leclerc, whom he has invited, and Lando, who came with Daniel, and Daniel because he’s Daniel and he still gets a free pass in Red Bull parties even though he’s in McLaren now.

Daniel passes him a bottle of Heineken and Max searches for the bottle opener on the table but it's nowhere. He reaches for you, who sits on the neighboring table with the PR team. Max grabs the hem of your polo shirt sleeve and tugs slightly to get your attention. He opens his mouth to ask if you’ve seen the bottle opener but you got to moving, not even giving Max the chance to speak.

Without even interrupting your conversation with the PR people or even breaking eye contact with the person who is talking animatedly, you take the beer bottle from Max’s hand, toss a hand towel on top of it, then you use your teeth to remove the cap. It opens with a loud click. You wipe the rim of the bottle, pocketing the bottle cap, before returning the Heineken to Max.

Max looks at the Heineken bottle in his hand.

You know, Sophie, Max’s mother, always say that there's a certain type of intimacy existing when two people are able to communicate without the use of words. People associate intimacy with bare skins and basking in the fragility and vulnerability of a person, but intimacy goes deeper than mere nakedness and showing all the bare parts of you to the other person. Intimacy comes hand in hand with truth. When you admit your truth to the other person, that's intimacy. Her knowing his truth, his needs, without him telling her. That's another kind. If that's not the purest form of love then he does not know what is.

Charles pats his shoulder to pull him to reality.

At that moment, Max decides he’s an asshole because he just realized that he likes his manager after she opens his beer bottle and he has a fucking girlfriend now.

Max wins WDC for the second year in a row. Leclerc is at second and Perez at third. He’s on the top of the fucking world. Everything feels right now that he’s standing at the top.

His eyes search for you in the crowd but he doesn't find you. Only Kelly. He kisses Kelly, celebrates with the team, and visits you in your hotel room later with a cold can of beer in hand. It's a little past midnight, his watch tells him. You open the door seconds after Max knocks.

“Have you talked to Horner?” you ask, accepting the beer and opening it. The loud click when you open it feels satisfying in his ears.

You’ve changed out of the Red Bull polo now and instead, you wear a black shirt.

“No,” Max shakes his head.

“When will you?”

“Soon.”

That's the only truth he can offer. Because the bigger truth is this: Max doesn't want you going anywhere, not even the engineering team who works closely with him. He only wants you here, beside him, behind him, at all times.

One more year. One more year and he's going to tell Christian to move you to the engineering team. One more year to have you and he’ll let you go.

(That's what he told himself last year, too.)

“Okay,” you nod and it relieves Max that you’re not arguing with him about it. “Congrats, Champ.”

You don't fly with him to Monaco. You don't fly with the team either. Instead, you fly to Texas immediately straight from Abu Dhabi. Max calls you once in the middle of break to greet you happy holidays and you mail him his gift—a clay keychain figure of him. He adds it to his keys, sitting right next to the beaded keychain you gave him back in 2020 and a bottle opener keychain in 2021.

2023

“Should I break up with Kelly?”

Your head snaps up at a speed that should be considered a hazard, stunned. You give Max a look that can be translated as: Did the g-force finally catch up to your brain?

“What prompted this?” you question, slowly setting Max’s laptop aside. You’re working on fixing his laptop’s wifi connection while he’s getting his makeup done for the Heineken ad filming. Once the makeup artist deemed him done and left the room, he immediately took the chance to ask the question.

“Nothing,” he lies.

“I’ll throw away your laptop if you don't tell me the truth,” you threaten.

“It's just—” Max pauses. His mouth feels dry. He licks his lips before continuing, “It’s just… I don't know how to explain it. It feels like I don't love Kelly anymore.”

I think I love you, [Name].

“Aight,” you grab a monoblock chair and drag it until it's right beside Max’s chair and plop your ass down. You sigh deeply before your face schools into complete seriousness. “Can't believe I’m the one givin’ you this talk. Uh, Max, you see, in a relationship, you typically experience this period called the honeymoon phase.”

Max nods slowly. He doesn't know where you're trying to get at but he clings on each word that leaves your mouth.

“The honeymoon phase can last anywhere from months to years and when it's done, the strong feelings and infatuation you have for Kelly decreases and that's natural. This is the stage where your bond with Kelly is strengthened,” you explain. “It's not all sunshine and rainbows. It can get boring. But the love is still there. It's just…well, less intense than before.”

He wants to ask if this happened to you and Leo as well, but he bites his tongue and says a different thing instead, “You give advice like a relationship guru.”

“Baby, I have a long list of ex-lovers. Kelly’s your first girlfriend. You don't have a say.”

Your birthday is near. Daniel shares to Max that he’s buying you a new ball cap this year, signed by your favorite professional billiard player. Max needs to give you something better.

He thinks about the things you like. He makes a list. It's a short one.

Beer

A spot in the engineering team.

Your family

He cannot give number three. He cannot give what you already have. He can give you number two but he doesn't want to. He doesn't want you to be anything other than his manager. He can give you number one but it'll be very lame of him if he gives you beer for your birthday. What is better than Daniel’s gift? What would you like more than a ballcap?

Max calls his sister that evening.

“Shoes,” she says. “Oh wait, that's a little hard. You might get her shoe size wrong.”

“She’s size 7. In Euro, 37,” Max states a little too quickly and a little too sure.

“How did you know her shoe size?” Victoria wonders.

“I don't know. I just watch her feet?”

“So, you estimated her shoe size by watching her feet like a creep?”

“I watch her feet a normal amount, Victoria,” Max insists.

“Max, I can't even tell my husband’s shoe size even if I stare at his feet for hours.”

“Maybe you just suck at estimating measurements.”

Max ends up getting the shoes with Victoria’s help. Victoria gets too irritated with him midway because he is too indecisive. He thinks all the shoes that’s displayed do not suit you.

It's not even this difficult when he’s picking shoes to give Kelly. Normally, he just asks the saleswoman to show him the most expensive or the latest in their stock and he buys it, instructs the storespeople to wrap it up and make sure the brand shows because Kelly likes it when the brand is big and bright and attention-grabbing.

“If you think nothing’s pretty enough then go get a custom made shoe,” she advises and then sighs in exasperation. Victoria shakes her head at him. It's not supposed to be a serious suggestion but Max takes it to heart.

Instead of black, Max goes for white. You rarely go in white clothing but when you do, you become so beautiful that Max has to stop himself from kneeling down in front of you and risking everything.

It has pearls and diamonds and satin. All beautiful things that reminded Max of you. Max wants, no, needs to see you put them on. He’s the one who puts it in a box. White-colored with peach stickers and a peach-colored ribbon.

Max plans to give them to you after he wins the Miami Grand Prix. But your family arrives just as he’s about to retrieve it from his driver’s room.

Max meets your family. A family that consists of happy parents and three brothers. You are your family’s unica hija.

Julio [Last Name], your father, is a big man and his accent is thicker than yours and he doesn't call you by your name, only the most affectionate-sounding mija. He reminds Max of a giant teddy bear. A giant teddy bear who crushes rocks for a living.

Your mother, on the other hand, is a stern-looking woman. Sally, her name was. She’s short, compared to you and her sons and her husband.

You have three brothers. One older—you call him Damiano. Two younger—Rafael and Dominic. You are more your mother than your father, Max notices. Appearance-wise anyway. Damiano, too. Sharp-looking, both of you. Your sharpness makes you look charming whereas your Damiano’s sharpness makes him look intimidating. Your two younger brothers are carbon copies of your father, a little round and with kinder looking features.

“Papa, Mama, Bro one, two, and three, this is Max,” you introduce him, smiling widely and you're doing that smile where you’re showing too much gums and your eyes are shaped like crescents. Happiness looks good on you.

He lets out an oof sound when your father engulfs him in a hug. Max hears you exclaim: “Papa!”

Max laughs and waves his hand to tell you that the hug is fine and is very much welcomed.

“Congratulations, Maxwell!” Julio claps Max’s shoulders.

“Papa, please,” you shake your head at your father’s antics. “It's just Max.”

“Ya want to join us for [Name]’s birthday?” Julio invites. Max catches your eyes. You mouth a no but Max shrugs and says, “Sure.”

Max joins the family dinner. It's held in a Mexican restaurant somewhere downtown. Originally, your family reserved a table for ten. But Max has gone ahead and reserved the entire restaurant by paying upfront. You slap Max’s hand but Max laughs and says, “Happy Birthday [Name].”

Over dinner, Maxs learns that Rafael, Dominic, and Damiano are the biggest motosport fans so they all talk about Formula One and occasionally MotoGP. He finds out that they're a big fan of Marc Marquéz. Max tells them that he knows Marc personally and shares his experiences with the man. He promises to send them the man’s signatures. You tell him that he doesn't have to. He tells you that it's his pleasure.

Max listens in attentively as Julio narrates his amazing tales about his work experience. You laugh at the surprised Pikachu face Max makes when Julio is telling the entire table about the creepy call he responded to just the other month. You and your mother occasionally join in on the conversation but are more comfortable with listening to the boys.

Later, you stand up to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Max stands from the table five minutes after you leave. He’s drunk too much soda so now he needs to take a piss.

“Are you okay?” Max asks as he catches you reapplying a layer of lipstick—a shade of nude rose—on the sink in front of the washroom.

You hold the lipstick in one hand but the other is holding your right arm, palm covering the word MANAGER printed on the sleeve of your Red Bull polo shirt like it's something to be ashamed about.

“Yeah.” A lie.

The rest of the night goes the way Max wants it. He almost wishes it won't end.

Kelly waits for him in his hotel room. She gives him a gift for winning P1. The shoe box in Max’s backpack remains untouched.

He’s got every country except Singapore, Saudi, and Azerbaijan under his belt. His third WDC is secure even if he loses Abu Dhabi, but Max is selfish. He still wants a P1 in Abu Dhabi so he fights and fights until no one can catch up because of how fast he was.

Kelly comes with him this time to watch him race and support him because it's the final race of the season and she also knows that Max is going to win WDC this year. P is over at her father right now so it's just the two of them.

“Babe!” Max looks up from his laptop. Kelly comes running in and Max’s eyes widened, horrified, when she sees that Kelly is holding it.

The white shoes.

Max stands abruptly. The laptop in his lap falls to the floor and shatters. He curses and crouches down to pick it up and save what he can save. When he looks up, Kelly is sitting on the bed now and is trying the shoes on. Max shoves the damaged laptop aside and strides towards her. He’ll deal with the laptop later.

“That's not—”

“Oh?” Kelly’s face morphs in confusion. “It doesn't fit.”

Kelly chuckles yet it sounds empty and dread pools in Max’s stomach.

“You bought me shoes many times already. There’s no way you’ll get my shoe size wrong.”

Max takes the shoes from her hand quickly and he puts them back carefully in the box.

“That's not for me,” Kelly states.

“It’s not for you,” Max echoes.

“Then who’s it for, Babe?”

Max doesn't answer. Instead, he avoids her gaze.

“Max Emilian Verstappen, who’s the shoes for?” Kelly is seething now.

For the first time in their two nearly three year long relationship, Max and Kelly get into a screaming argument. They get into arguments as all couples do, but never ones with screaming and crying and too much anger in one room.

“I can't go on like this anymore,” Kelly cries. “I can't. I let it go when you made me wait because you celebrated her birthday with her family. I let it go when you made her that crochet bag. I let it go when you bought a billiard table and brought it into our home because she likes playing billiards—”

“I tried breaking up with you!” Max roars and he sees Kelly flinch. “And you told me not to. You used Penelope so I wouldn't break up with you—”

“Do not even say my daughter's name—”

“It's true!” Max throws his hands in the air like a man gone mad. “I told you in fucking July that I think I’m losing feelings for you! You told me to not break up with you because Penelope already thinks of me as her father and it’ll break her heart if I kick you out of my house! I am NOT her father, Kel, her father’s Daniil! You only want me because I can give you everything you want! Money, pride, and a fucking father figure for your child!”

Kelly strikes his cheek. Sharp, fast, and strong. Max remains still in shock and stares ahead.

Kelly has officially become the second person in this world who has raised a hand at Max.

“I hate you,” Kelly utters it with so much intensity. “I hate you. We’re done.”

She leaves quickly.

Max’s phone buzzes.

you: hey champ. race is on in an hour n a half. u good to go?

max: yeah

max: i’ll be there soon

you: i’ll wait for u

max: you always do

Max races with the guilt that he's a cheating asshole. His mother will not be proud of it once she learns that her son has dated a girl and idiotically realized that he’s in love with his manager halfway through the relationship.

Despite the emotional turmoil that swirling inside him, Max takes P1 and becomes a third-time WDC. He celebrates with the team. You excuse yourself, saying you have something important to do, and Max doesn't bother asking you to stay because he knows he’ll visit you in your hotel room later with a cold can of beer. It’s become your ritual now.

He drinks with Daniel, Yuki, and Checo. Five bottles in, he spills everything. He pukes. It tastes disgusting. His world turns into a hazy blur. You came to his rescue because that's what you always do.

Max is so dumb for taking so long in realizing that he's in love with you. It's always been you. You and your dumb considerate attitude and your snarky personality and your crude mouth. He never realized how horrifyingly enormous his desire for you is until its right there in front of him with its mouth wide open, ready to swallow him whole.

you: landed

you: thanks for the jet

you: talk soon gotta get to papa 1st

max: ok

max: stay safe

max: your dad will be alright dont worry

you: i hope so

It has been seven days since the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, three days since you left Monaco, two days since your last conversation in Instagram, and a day before Max flies to Belgium to celebrate the holidays with his mother and sister and his sister’s family.

max: are you okay?

max: just landed in belgium

max: mum and vic says hi

max: hey it's been a week now

max: is your dad okay?

max: im worried

max: call me soon please

max: happy holidays

max: or merry christmas

max: whatever you celebrate there in america

max: yeah i greeted a little too early

max: you didn't answer my call

max: im friends with logan now by the way

max: we talk at times

max: im trying to get him into sim racing

max: maybe it'll help him improve

max: happy holidays

max: i called your cell

max: you know christian just told me something funny

max: he sent an email this morning with a list of candidates for my 2024 manager

max: he said you resigned

max: very funny

max: please tell me you didn't

[youaresimplylovely]

My Champion - MV 1

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1,023 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!! 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟1 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭." 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 100 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐨!! 𝐈 𝐣𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 100 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 <3 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ^^

The crowd was filled with roars and mixed roars. Some with boos but some with actual cheers. Nico Rosberg, one of the commentators was in full power mode. His voice filled with thrill and excitement while he commented on the race at it's final lap.

It was the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, the most important race of the season. It was the Championship Race.

Your eyes watched through the screen of the TV while you watched the final lap. Your hands fiddling from nervousness while you watch Max race the last few turns of the track. You could've sworn that Nico was almost screaming from the thrill of the race.

Your world stopped, everything froze. Your eyes still focused in the race. It's like a light bulb lit up in your eyes as Nico said the words "And Max Verstappen is the winner of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix! Another championship for Verstappen." You were jumping in joy as you watch your husband cross through the checkered flag.

People always ask you if you ever get tired of seeing your husband win all those races. There was only one answer to that and you would always say "No I don't because seeing him win makes me know that my husband is passionate in his job and wants to strive for the better."

You hurriedly exit the garage and into the pit stop to wait for Max to park his car. After a few moments of waiting, you saw him and his car. Eyes gleaming from admiration and happiness as you saw him exit his car.

Max was exiting his car at a much faster pace. He quickly takes off his helmet, giving a quick glance and a nod to his team and to Christian before running over to you. He lifts you up as he kisses you with passion he's never had with anyone else.

A soft moan comes out of your mouth, you smile through the kiss. Wrapping your hands around the back of his neck while you kiss him back. Paparazzi, cameras, and journalists surrounded the two of you taking a bunch of pictures.

Moments later, you softly pull away from the kiss to stare at Max. You smile at him softly as you mouth the words "I love you and I'm so proud of you." He smiles at you, giving you one last kiss before heading to the podium ceremony.

After the podium ceremony, the drivers invited each other to celebrate at a club. Of course, who was to say no? He said yes, you insisted to not come so he could celebrate with his friends but he also insisted you to come. You couldn't say no since he just won and you want to make everything special for him that's why you agreed.

When you and Max arrived at the club, he gathered along with the other drivers to have a few drinks and some chats about the race. You on the other hand, chilled at the bar. While drinking your martini, a familiar touch grazed upon you.

He softly but roughly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You knew it was Max, you recognized his touch. You couldn't help but chuckle at his actions. He hums softly, planting soft wet kisses on your neck.

"Care to tell me why my beautiful wife is here and not with me? Hmm?" He laughs softly, holding your waist as he turns you around to face him.

"hi Maxie" you giggle, smiling at him sweetly along with the nickname you gave him that he loved so much. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck as you give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I wanted you to spend time with your friends so I just let you be." You smile, looking at him in the eye while softly caressing his hair. You've been obsessed with his new haircut, it's just so perfect on him.

"Yeah but I don't prefer celebrating with my friends, I prefer celebrating it with you beautiful beautiful wife." He says softly, pulling you in closer as his hands rest on your ass.

You giggle at his words and at his actions.

"Remember what you said at the start of the season schatje? You said that you'll give me anything I want if I win the championship." He says in a convincing tone, hands going up and down your back as he rests them back on your ass.

"hmm I do remember that Maxie." You say in a playful voice along with a smirk. "And what does my Maxie want for his gift?"

"A baby." He whispers in your ear.

His hot breath sends shivers down your spine. You didn't protest against it cause you've been thinking about it for a while. You smile at him softly, rubbing your hand on the back of his neck.

"that's what you want Maxie?" You continue to tease him as you smile playfully, biting your lower lip while maintaining eye contact.

"That's what I need. Plus I would sell my entire soul just to see you all round and full of me. You'll look so pretty and I don't wanna hear about you saying that you're body will mostly be swollen and I would die for that." He laughs softly, softly kneading your ass.

"What do you think schatje? I deserve it no? After all my hard work this season" He smirks at you, leaning in closer to plan kisses on your neck while his hands are still on your ass.

You hum softly, gently pulling him away as you stood up from the bar stool. You give him a playful look as you grab the collar of his shirt as you pull him to a private space.

Max didn't even flinch, instead he was amused. Smirking as he watches you pull him to a private space. "that's a good girl" he mutters. Taking control, pushing you against the wall of the private space you found.

"anything for my champion." You say slyly as you watch his hungry eyes staring at your body from head to toe.

𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐗𝐃

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[cutielando]

win, win, win | o.p.

synopsis: in which Oscar finally gets his win

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The last few laps of the Hungarian Grand Prix had taken a couple of years off of your life.

You knew McLaren had been planning for Oscar to take the checkered flag first in the race, and you were glad the team had decided to prioritize your boyfriend over Lando for once.

But when they called Lando into the pits first, you had felt your stomach drop.

That wasn’t the plan. That’s not what was supposed to go down.

You turned to Mark, who was standing with you in the McLaren garage, looking as confused as you were.

“What are they doing?” you asked in a hushed tone, watching as Mark's expression was just as confused as yours.

"I don't know, they aren't supposed to pit Lando ahead of Oscar" he confirmed your suspicions, making you even more nervous for the outcome of the race.

Lap by lap, you were chewing your bottom lip and picking at your fingers like crazy, listening in to the radios for both Oscar and Lando. As time passed by and Lando did nothing to signal he wanted to let Oscar through, defeat was slowly starting to settle into the pit of your stomach.

The win seemed so distant now, so far out of reach as Lando continued to pull away from Oscar, building an even bigger gap with each corner.

"Lando's gonna come around, don't worry. He knows Oscar deserves the win" Mark comforted you as he saw your nervous lip biting, squeezing your shoulder.

You nodded, your eyes not wavering from the screens in front of you. It was lap 67 out of 70 and Oscar still couldn't catch up with Lando, making the entire garage start pacing around in worry.

But then, the miracle finally happened.

As soon as he got to the straight at the finish line, Lando suddenly slowed down, allowing Oscar to breeze past him and reclaim the race leading position. You let out such a big sigh of relief, seeing Oscar on his way to finally achieve his dream of winning a Formula 1 race, right before your eyes.

Somewhere in your mind and soul, your heart ached for Lando, having heard the way his engineer talked to him on the radio to convince him to give Oscar the position back. No matter what the circumstances could have been, emotional blackmail is never the answer, especially not when it causes bad blood between colleagues who respect each other as much as Lando and Oscar do.

"Come on, baby" you whispered nervously under your breath, seemingly holding your breath for those last few laps of the race, praying to God that nothing would come between Oscar and his first career win in Formula 1.

And when the moment he took the checkered flag first, all hell broke loose in the garage. Everyone was congratulating each other, you wee hugging the life out of Mark and jumping up and down, clapping your hands and screaming at the top of your lungs.

Mark didn't want to admit, but a few tears had fallen down his cheeks as well, no matter how hard he had tried to hide them away from everyone around him.

The next moments were spent waiting around as the entire team ran towards the podium, but you and Mark decided to hang back and wait for Oscar back at the motorhome.

You spent your time making small talk with each other, helping pass the time as you watched Oscar's interviews with Sky Sports on the TVs around you. You watched Oscar with a fond smile on your face, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

Thinking back on your relationship with Oscar, you only just realized just how far he'd come in his journey.

Ever since he was young, he has worked so hard to be the best, to make himself and his entire family proud of him. Everyone saw the potential in him, everyone supported him because they believed in his talent, and all those years of really hard work and dedication have finally paid off. He had finally won a race.

You couldn't even describe the pride you felt, how thankful you were to be able to be with Oscar in these amazing moments in his career, just like you were there for every single win and accomplishment of his.

Another hour had passed before Oscar was finally finished with every interview and he came looking for you. Mark had left in the meantime and went back to the hotel, but you were adamant on waiting for him.

He found you now waiting for him in front of the McLaren Motorhome, freshly showered and basking in the post-win glory.

You didn't even let him say anything to you before you ran up to him and threw your body against his, enveloping him in the biggest hug you'd ever given him.

"Wow" he grunted as he felt you smashing against his body, chuckling in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you in return, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling your sweet and delicious scent.

"I am so proud of you, Osc" you murmured against him, tightening your hold against his neck.

You heard camera going off around you in the distance, but neither of you paid them any mind. It was just the two of you in that moment, and nobody else besides you mattered.

The two of you decided to get to your hotel quickly, wanting to be alone to really bask in the glory of his maiden win. Your driver worked quickly to get you to your rooms, which you entered giggling and holding onto each other.

You settled quickly into your bed, laying on your sides so you were facing each other, limbs intertwined under the thin sheets.

"How does it feel?" you asked him, the tips of your fingers caressing his cheek and the side of his neck softly.

He sighed, hesitating a little to answer, which made you furrow your eyebrows.

"It feels amazing" he smiled and answered, but you knew there was more to it than he wanted to admit.

"What's wrong, Osc?" you pouted, giving him your best pleading look so he wouldn't argue with you about whether to tell you what was bothering in or not.

He sighed, closing his eyes before speaking.

"It feels undeserved. Lando was leading, the gap was 6 seconds between us, he should have won the race" he said, opening his eyes to show you the sadness he had been feeling ever since the team orders came through.

You shook your head, cupping his cheek into your hand and running your thumb up and down his cheek.

"Baby, this win was yours. The only people to blame here are the team and the strategy they decided on. They never should have let Lando lead if they knew from the very start they wanted you to win. It was neither Lando's nor your fault that they messed up. Lando gave you the position back because he knows how much you've done for him in the past and wanted to do the same for you" you explained, making Oscar bite his lip.

"You really think so?" he asked, his voice still a little unsure.

"I know so. You deserved this win more than anyone right now, and this just proves how good you are and how much you can do with a good car. Don't ever doubt yourself because of the team or anybody else"

He smiled, kissing your palm.

"I love you so much. Thank you for being here with me and always knowing what to say" he leaned in and pressed a long deep kiss against your lips, making you smile.

"I love you too, my race winner"

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Head canons for Older sibling! Guts, Casca, and Griffith to Younger sister (Y/N)?

Ah hello there, Anon ♡ So, this is for how'd they would interact/behave with a younger sister, correct? Apologies that these are more like little story summaries than hcs like, "he'd teach you to leaf whistle" or something haha I got carried away and pictured it as a manga sequence ^ ^;;

First up, Griffith:

Griffith and (y/n) grew up in the back alleys of the city you were born to, hidden in the shadow of a grand castle. One day, a young (y/n) pointed out the pretty birdies flying up and over the castle walls, right up to its spires. Griffith's eyes were wide like saucers. He promised you then that one day he'd become a king, and the two of you wouldn't have to stare up at it any longer. Wouldn't have to scrape around for food or shelter any longer. You would soar up to the heights those hawks had and reach the castle, too. He believed he would make the fairytale a reality, and because he believed so did you. He was always a resourceful older brother-- and silly, too. He had a way of making you laugh and lifting you up whenever you felt down. Always finding ways of supporting you and gathering resources to propel his dream forward. He had a knack for getting ahead and pulling people to his side. It wasn’t long before your world was not just the two of you anymore. Eventually, he and you would set off on the trail towards his dream together and form the Band of the Hawk with the ragtag team of men who'd chosen to believe in him. It was dangerous work, and Griffith tried his best to keep you from seeing the worst of it. Young ladies, much less his precious little sister, need not endure the dreadful truth of men's battles and bloodshed. But, in the end, he knew he could not keep it from reaching you forever, so he sought to teach you to defend yourself instead. The world would be cruel, but as long as you had something to protect and a sword to do it, the two of you could reach heights never dreamed as commoners. Someday, your charming, supportive, and clever brother was going to be a king. You knew it with all your heart. And for each battle won, and each honor earned, he was right there beside you. Leading the way towards a better future for both of you.

Guts:

You and Guts never knew if you had the same mother and father or not, but it didn't matter to him. What mattered was making sure that he survived to keep you safe from the vile, evil things that humans could do to one another. Early life was hard, and Guts suffered the brunt of it to keep you safe. But, neglect by the mercenary leader who you both considered a father ate away at both of your childhoods. Eventually, something would happen late into the night that changed your big brother forever. And barely understanding what was happening, suddenly it was just you two on your own. It didn't matter where you went or what for, Guts was always able to keep you safe by the skin of his teeth. No matter what it took, he'd be the sword and shield for both of you. That's just the kind of big brother he was. He was a tough guy, but his heart was molten gold. You'd follow him from war camp to war camp, acting as a sort of squire for him while he scraped earnings together to support you both. He didn't want you fighting battles with him, though. He prodded you and said it was because you were too scrawny and weak and would just get in his way or get killed. But, in reality, he didn't want to lose you. You were the one good thing life had given him, and he'd fight tooth and nail to hold on. Eventually, you both found stability in a new mercenary band called the Band of the Hawk. Perhaps here, Guts would finally let others besides you in, and you wouldn't have to worry about him fighting every battle on his own.

Casca:

You and Casca were always close. Helping each other in the fields and attending to house chores at each other's side. When Casca received an offer to go work for a nobleman, you both wept, knowing you may never see each other again. Deciding not to lose your beloved older sister, you stowed away in a box on the nobleman's carriage to go with her. At some point, you could hear her screaming, cries coming from outside when the carriage stopped. The man had attacked her. That's all she would say later on when you were freed from the box and ran to check on her. Another man, or rather boy, who had been the one to save her, had instantly caught her attention and admiration. She would hold you close and beg that he allowed the two of you to go with him, promising you'd both learn to be of use. From that day forward, it felt like old times again. Only instead of plowing fields, you were sword training or running drills. Casca was still your best friend and always would be. She looked after you like a mother, laughed with you like a sister, and bled with you like a comrade. Both of you fought hard for Griffith, and Casca was as enamored with him as always. It didn't matter to you, though. As long as you two could stay together, you would follow Griffith's band wherever it took you.

Thank you for the lovely ask, love ♡ I must admit this was fun, even if it isn't a typical list of hcs hehe ^ ^; My mind works in silly ways, I'm afraid ~ I hope this will suffice 🙏💕

[eioncock]

humble end

Act 1: The Thanksgiving Curse

On Thanksgiving Day, in the heart of the land, The heroes of Earth gathered, the world at hand. But something was wrong—something was off, A curse on the men that would make them scoff.

Spidey and Iron Man, both tied in a bind, Captured by Thanos, with a wicked mind. He stole all the stones, with a snap of his hand, And cursed all the men across the land.

"The clothes you wear, they shall turn to dust, And with it, your dignity fades to rust." The men, once clothed, now stood in despair, As their shirts and their pants vanished in air.

Act 2: The Hypochondriac Heroes

Ben 10, feeling a tickle in his throat, Started to worry; he'd soon need a coat. But White Diamond, with a gleam in her eye, Used mind control to make him comply.

She stripped him bare, and he didn’t resist, “Is this normal?” Ben asked, clenching his fist. Meanwhile, Gabe from Good Luck Charlie was next, Swept up in a trance, all perplexed.

“Should I be cold? Or am I alright?” Gabe muttered in panic, his stomach a fright. So naked they stood, in a goofy array, As the curse began spreading through the day.

Act 3: The Princess Parade

The Disney princesses, with poise and grace, Entered the scene with a determined face. Snow White and Cinderella, so regal and neat, Looked at the chaos and took to the street.

"Enough of this nonsense, we’ll set things right!" Rapunzel declared, holding her braid tight. But their plan was thwarted by Thanos' might, And they too were stripped, to their great fright.

“Why does this happen, and what should we do?” Ariel asked, as she gasped at her view. "We're out of luck, trapped in this fight!" And so, the battle raged on through the night.

Act 4: The Twilight Twist

Then, from the shadows, came vampires so grim, Edward and Bella, their faces so dim. They teamed with Thanos, to everyone's surprise, To take down the heroes, and claim the prize.

“Let the men be naked, for eternity's span, And let the women vanish, with a snap of my hand.” The curse spread like wildfire, it was all too real, As men turned to dust, unable to feel.

Act 5: The MLP Intervention

But the ponies arrived, with magic so bright, Twilight Sparkle, leading the fight. “Thanos, you’re wrong! This isn’t the way! We’ll stop you and save the world today!”

Pinkie Pie bounced, full of glee, “Let’s turn this all around, just wait and see!” But Thanos was strong, with his evil plan, The ponies struggled, they couldn’t withstand.

Act 6: The Minions and Buffy’s Blast

Buffy the Slayer and the Minions appeared, With a snap of their fingers, they made it all clear. “Let’s end this curse, let’s dust all the men, And maybe, just maybe, they’ll never dress again!”

They snapped their fingers, the men turned to ash, Leaving nothing but dust in a flash. The women disappeared, like vapor in air, And suddenly, the world felt so bare.

Act 7: The Heroes' Last Stand

In the final act, the heroes came fast, The Avengers, the X-Men, together at last. With fists raised high, they gave it their all, To fight against Thanos and break the fall.

But Thanos laughed, with his stones in hand, No one could beat him, he’d taken command. "Your fight is over, it’s done and through, You’ll never wear clothes, no matter what you do!"

Act 8: Syd & Olivia’s Tale

Syd and Olivia, with stories so grand, Told tales of the heroes who made their last stand. "Remember the day when all was lost, And the world was stripped of its clothing, at cost."

They spoke of the chaos, of the curse so deep, Of how the men wandered, not a stitch to keep. But despite it all, they made it through, To gather for Thanksgiving dinner, too.

Act 9: The Thanksgiving Feast

And though all the men stood bare as could be, They gathered ‘round the table, just as you'd see. Turkey and stuffing, the feast was divine, Though some couldn’t sit, feeling quite fine.

"We’ve won!" cried Spidey, though his clothes were gone, "We've beaten the curse, let’s move on!" But Thanos’ laughter echoed through the hall, "Enjoy your feast; you've lost it all."

Act 10: The Final Word

But as they ate, with plenty to share, Buffy and the Minions took to the air. "We’ve learned a lesson, it’s clear to see, Clothing’s not everything, just let it be."

The heroes smiled, the feast was complete, And the cursed world turned, back to its feet. So they ate and they laughed, in peace and delight, Though the men never wore clothes again—what a sight!

[shannybasar]

Thank you Jurgen

Hard to believe it is Jurgen's last game as manager of Liverpool. Will miss the man as much as the manager - he showed us the importance of togetherness and belief. He gave us everything and just wish him the absolute best.

From The Guardian:

"The manager has given everything, again, and today will be an outpouring of love and thanks to him. In Germany he is known as a Menschenfanger, a people catcher, someone who has a positive effect on those around him. For us, he’s been a dream catcher, too. He gave us belief and he gave us the best of times. He made us happy."

By Neil Atkinson at The Anfield Wrap:

Now the guiding force and some of the supporting force has gone. But not really; we know that. We know how this works. Just because someone isn't here, doesn't mean they aren't really here. Just because only 3,000 can be in an away end or 60,000 in Anfield doesn't mean there aren't millions of us amassed together in a grand spiritual space, yearning and loving and wanting our players and one another to be the best versions of ourselves. That's how this works. How it has always worked. And how he has reminded us it has worked. Just because he isn't *there*, just there, opposite me at Anfield, doesn't mean he isn't *here*. Because the way this works is that he always will be. You are always here, too. We are always here together and that we now includes him - the greatest living Liverpudlian. All the best ones come from outside. Another part of the magic. Go well, big man. Nobody could have asked for any more.

The two stand out moments for me :

6) Liverpool 4-0 Barcelona, 7 May 2019 The standout game of the Klopp era. An unforgettable night when the “mentality giants” reduced Lionel Messi’s Barcelona to a quivering wreck. Liverpool were trailing 3-0 from the first leg of the Champions League semi-final – their only loss in the final 24 games of that season – and without the concussed Salah or injured Roberto Firmino, but staged their greatest fightback to reach a second successive final. Victory followed a rousing pre-match speech from Klopp, who told his players their task was: “Impossible. But because it’s you, you have a chance.” Liverpool’s sixth European Cup triumph felt a formality in Madrid after that. It was. 7) Formby Hall golf club, 25 June 2020 The circumstances were grim but after 30 years, 58 days and a three-month interruption to the season caused by a pandemic, Liverpool were finally English champions again. Klopp had delivered the prize that Liverpool craved most. Players and staff gathered in their bubble – remember them? – at the golf club having outclassed Crystal Palace 4-0 at an eerily deserted Anfield the night before. They had resumed the season with an astonishing 25-point lead and Manchester City’s defeat at Chelsea guaranteed Liverpool’s 19th league title and first of the Premier League era. Klopp was in tears as the enormity of the achievement sank in. His team had won the Premier League, the Champions League, the Club World Cup for the first time in Liverpool’s history and the Uefa Super Cup within 13 extraordinary months.

From Barney Ronay:

From Kenan Malik:

Klopp addressed supporters on the pitch at Anfield:

[fletchersmith]

Raull Ellam: Taking the bodybuilding scene by storm

It’s a dream for many to transition into the Footballing world in hope to become the net Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo but it’s very niche to hear about someone changing their future to take up a different passion in a different sport. 

We’ll be deep diving into Raull Ellam’s career so far and why he decided to change from following his Grandad’s footsteps into bodybuilding, where his family have a impressive showcase of awards. 

Raull Nawaz Ellam is a 20-year-old from West Yorkshire who had history in playing in the football academies of Barnsley and Huddersfield Town. The 6ft 3 individual played a variety of positions including left winger, attacking midfielder and right back. His most recent spell in football was two years ago, where he signed for Bradford Park Avenue in ambition to break into the first team. 

This didn’t go to plan, as his minutes were very limited and saw him playing most of his football for the academy. This wasn’t what Raull wanted and ultimately ended up with him changing over to bodybuilding.  

How did Raull get into football? 

Raull was lucky enough to be raised with many sporting figures around him, which gave him many options when deciding a sport to proceed with. His grandad, Roy Ellam had a stellar of a football career. 

Starting his career off at Bradford City where he made 149 apperences scoring 12 goals, after five years with the Bantams he decided to move to fellow West Yorkshire rival Huddersfield Town where he gathered 206 appearances scoring eight goals. 

Leeds United came calling for Ellam’s signature and got it, where he made 11 appearances and helped winning the Division One title before moving back to The Terriers. 

At the final stages of his career, Roy moved to America to play for Philadelphia Atoms and Washington Diplomats where he faced both Pelé and Eusebio. 

Raull held similar characteristics to his grandad with his height and footballing knowledge but was more of a technical player and wanted to be used higher up the pitch. 

Why bodybuilding? 

Raull’s mum Jeanie Ellam has a very successful career in bodybuilding and is one of the best mentors somebody could have. Jeanie won the World Amateur Body Building Association (WABBA) championships in Verona, after qualifying at the Hercules Olympia in Colchester. She didn’t just stop there either, she also won the WABBA English Grand Prix in Milton Keynes, where she won the Trained Figure class. 

Following from her successful career, Jeanie now helps run Roy Ellam’s gym, located in Mirfield which is a family run gym and is extremely popular to everyone within the local area. 

Raull has always had a passion for the gym, from starting consistently training from the age of 15 his love for the gym has always been the same, despite the passion of becoming professional footballer. The only thing which has changed inside the gym has been his training, switching from hybrid training (a mix of running and weightlifting to help with his stamina). His training now focuses on strength gaining and intense sessions which will optimally give him the most progression towards his goals. 

How is Raull doing? 

Raull left Bradford Park Avenue in March 2022 and has been committed to following his mother's footsteps since then. He now offers a PT (personal trainer) program where he focuses on improving his clients. He has also started uploading videos to TikTok. 

As you can see from above, Raull’s most viewed video has over 630,000 views and over his whole account he has gathered 116,000 likes. His story and motivational TikTok's are helping inspire many, who have an ambition to get into the gym and improve their physique. 

Raull runs his family gym ‘Roy Ellam’s fitness connection’ where he offers help and support to any newbies who may have a lack of confidence when attending the gym or don’t know where to get started. 

What the public think 

I conducted some online straw poles to see what the public thought about the transition between football and bodybuilding. 

The first question which I asked was if people believed that transitioning between football and bodybuilding was a unique career change. Because of my football-based following on X these results won’t give the bodybuilding scene any justice. 

71.4% voted towards it being a unique change while 14.3% said it wasn’t. 

My second question asked the public if they have watched or attended any bodybuilding competitions. I asked this question to try see the popularity of the sport.  

100% of the audience said they have never watched a bodybuilding competition. 

From the previous results i wanted to see how people ranked football compared to bodybuilding in difficulty to go professional in. Like the trend with all of my previous poles football is massively in favour, with 90% of the audience voting for football being more difficult. 

The final post for the X audience was to see how common it would be for them to follow someone's journey into taking bodybuilding seriously. 

There is some very popular Youtuber’s who document their journey and showcase what they are doing to prepare for upcoming competitions. One of these is Chris Bumstead, who has over 23 million Instagram followers and 3.6 million YouTube subscribers and is a five-time champion of Mr Olympia. 

60% of the audience stated that they find a bodybuilders journey not very interesting, then 40% rated it from 4-6. 

Raull’s story isn’t just unique but it’s inspiring to many, taking the jump from doing something which you’ve been doing for your entire life and risking it all to proceed in something you have a passion in is something which many people will look at with admiration. 

We spoke to Raull, getting his justification about his career change and what keeps him motivated everyday, we also spoke to the former World Amateur Body Building Association Championship winner Jeanie Ellam about her thoughts on his progress so far.

[rexscanonwife]

Who here likes hurt/comfort? How about love confessions? First kisses?? Well have I got the fic for you! Truth be told, I’ve had this drawing sitting in my folder for a while now, I wanted to post it along with the fic and I was tired of it not being done so I finally got around to wrapping it up! If you take the time to read I hope you enjoy :>

Brea wasn't normally this shaken up after a battle. Her stomach was utterly tied in knots as she scrolled through the list on her datapad, almost too fast to fully read the numbers and names flashing before her eyes and feeling unsure as to whether she was going to be sick or pass out first. 

The Grand Army of the Republic had won the day, but it felt like no great victory to her, not this time. 

The entire 501st Legion had been ambushed on what was supposed to be a fairly standard mission. The only reason they had come out on top at all had been a desperate message given to her by Captain Rex, still playing on a loop in her head. 

'We're surrounded by clankers as far as the eye can see,' he was barely audible above the sound of blaster fire and the screams of each man as he fell, her normally calm and collected Captain had a tinge of what was most certainly fear in his voice that made her blood run cold. 

"We'll send reinforcements, just hang in there, Rex!" She had shouted into her commlink, clutching it in a vice grip like it was her hold on his lifeline. 

'There's no time, a wave of em is coming your way, you and General Skywalker will need to hold your ground!' Of course he was right, she could already hear the horrible, but familiar sound of hundreds of thousands of mechanical feet all marching perfectly in sync with each other and growing ever closer. 

She was about to argue with him, to reinforce his own rule of never leaving a man behind when his voice came through the commlink again, even more distant than before. 'Listen, Brea…it's not looking good here. If I don't make it out of this, then I need to tell you something-' 

'I love you.'

That was the last thing she heard before his commlink cut out, and everything else was drowned out by the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Suddenly everything fell away and she no longer heard the droids, she didn’t see the explosions, or the flying shrapnel. Igniting her lightsaber, she moved on pure instinct, and couldn't remember what exactly happened, but when she finally came to her senses again she was surrounded by trashed droids and fallen Troopers. 

The fight was over. 

After helping gather the wounded so they could be tended to, she leaned against an empty supply crate, now looking through the list of casualties.

 A long list this time around, and her heart ached for each and every one. 

Occasionally she came across a number she recognized as someone who had been her friend, and the ache deepened. She was getting more and more nervous the further down the line she got, until finally she reached the bottom. 

His number wasn't listed. He was still alive! So…why didn't she feel any calmer? 

When she made it to the medical tent that was set up for the critically wounded, Kix was standing outside scrolling through his datapad, no doubt also looking at the casualties. As the team's medic it always seemed to hit him the hardest, and even with his helmet on she knew what he must be feeling. She didn’t need to see his expression to know that it weighed on him more than most. 

He stood at attention as soon as she approached, "Evening, Commander. Everything alright?" 

"He's in there, isn't he? Can I see him?" She replied, dodging his question. 

"Y-yes, he is, but Brea…" He hesitated, noticing how shaken up she was. He put a hand on her shoulder, the comforting warmth and weight of his touch helping ground her a bit. "He's in bad shape. He'll recover, but…" 

But he wouldn't want you to see him like this. 

That was what he was thinking, she knew it. She felt it through the Force, and even more than that, she knew Rex. He was meant to be a model soldier, a pillar of strength and integrity to support his brothers. Even if he couldn’t help it, he hated for that pillar to crack or crumble. 

"Why don't I give you something to help calm you down? Here, I have a bit of extra water too-" 

"I'm fine, Kix! I just need to see him!" She interrupted. If she really wanted to, she could just order him to let her through. Better yet, she could persuade him using the old Jedi mind trick. Instead, she implored him using her eyes, staring directly at them reflected in his visor as she did so. 

“Please…” She held his gaze until a heavy sigh coming through his voice modulator signaled to her that he'd caved. 

"Alright." He said, opening the tent flap and moving to the side. "I'll make sure you've got some privacy." 

"Thank you." She said, returning his previous gesture by placing her hand on his shoulder pad and giving him a soft but grateful smile before stepping inside. 

The flap closed again, and she was sealed in. The smell of dirt, sweat, and blood filled her nose as it hung in the stagnant air. Once her eyes adjusted to the low light of the setting sun, she saw him. She swallowed hard. 

Kix wasn’t kidding when he said Rex was looking rough. He was unconscious, lying on a cot, stripped bare from the waist up revealing his battered torso. He was patched up well with bacta patches and bandages, Kix of course made sure of that, but resources were limited. Many of the less severe bruises were left out in the open, and one of his arms was in a crude sling while the other hung limply over his stomach. He was more banged up than she had ever seen him before, but she at least knew he was alive from the slow rise and fall of his chest. 

She didn't know how long she was standing there stock-still before she came to kneel at his side. Despite how damaged his body was, his face was still largely unharmed thanks to his helmet, other than a split lip and the dark circles that had formed under his eyes. Her hand seemed to move of its own accord as it came up to caress his cheek, it was burning hot to the touch. 

The corners of his mouth twitched, and she quickly withdrew before his eyes fluttered open, scanning his surroundings before turning his head slightly to focus in on her. He managed to crack a pained, but relieved smile as he realized who it was. 

"Rex..." her voice was barely above a whisper as she tried to give him a smile in return. 

"Heh…seems the mission took a bit of a turn, didn’t it?" He was trying to sound lighthearted, but it was clear just how weakened he was. 

Despite the pressure in her chest feeling like it could crush her lungs at any moment, she found herself chuckling at this. "You just woke up and the first thing you think about is the mission? Forget the mission, Rex!" 

She was only teasing, but her expression and tone shifted as her underlying distress began to show. 

"When I heard your message, I- I didn't know what to do, or what to think, I just…" She took a deep, shaking breath, trying to compose herself. A Jedi was supposed to have control, above all else.

Rex's expression noticeably fell. 

"Brea- Commander, about that." He began, wincing slightly as he propped himself up by his elbow on his good arm. The way he corrected himself and suddenly put on an air of propriety was not lost on her. 

"I know I spoke…out of turn. I'm willing to accept any punishment you deem fit for my insubordination." His eyes darted to and fro, trying to find somewhere to settle. Anywhere but her face. "I assure you it won't happen again, and I only ask that…that despite this, you’ll allow me to continue to fight by your side." 

"Did you mean it?" She asked abruptly.

The room went silent. Each moment it lasted felt like a lifetime. He seemed to be searching for the right way to answer, weighing his options. What he had to gain, or to lose. 

Until finally he closed his eyes, breathing in deeply through his nose before letting it out slowly through his mouth. 

"I…would never say something like that to you if I didn't mean it." He admitted, eyes still closed.

Bria let out a small sigh, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes. 

"Rex…I feel the same." She said, unable to keep her voice from shaking slightly. 

His eyes snapped open suddenly, blown wide with surprise. His expression almost bordered on alarm as he swiveled his head towards her, finally looking her in the eyes. "What?" 

"I love you too, Rex." She confessed, the crushing weight on her chest lifting, being replaced with something else.

"No you don't, you- you can’t-" He stammered, starting to work himself up. "Even if you did, there's just no way. It's forbidden, and I know that, you know that! You have a duty to the Order, you have a place there, it's…not worth jeopardizing. Not for-" 

He was going to say 'for me'. She knew it, she felt it in his heart, even if it wasn't true. It's what he'd been telling himself, it was what he believed. 

Before he could speak these thoughts aloud, however, his lips were sealed as she dove in to press hers against them. Effectively cutting off his line of thought. 

His body tensed up, but only for a moment. He soon relaxed, letting out a blissful sigh against her mouth as they deepened the kiss, and she brought her hands up to cradle his face. What her chest filled with now was warmth, like a solar flare bursting from Tatooine’s suns. Hot and sweet like a shot of spotchka going down after an especially long day.

When they parted to breathe she rested her forehead against his, gently rubbing her thumbs over his cheeks. 

 "I'm sorry I- I know I should have asked first, I just didn't know how else to make you believe me." She admitted with a breathy chuckle. 

He looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, looking a bit dazed, like he'd drifted into a dream. “No, no, don't be sorry. But, Brea…you know the Order will never allow this.” 

"Well, then the Order doesn't have to know! And neither does the Republic." She replied. 

"If they catch us-"

"They won't, Rex. I mean, they haven't caught Anakin and Padmé, have they?" 

He tensed up again at this, eyes going wide. Brea smirked, "Me finding out isn't the same, I'm his best friend! The Order is just a bunch of old windbags, and besides-" 

She tilted his face towards her to look him in the eye, "If loving you means I can't be a Jedi, then I don't want to be one anymore." 

His eyebrows furrowed, deepening the creases in his forehead. "You don't mean that." 

She ran her fingers along his strong jawline, feeling how tensely it was set, before settling her thumb and index finger on his chin. 

"I would never say something like that to you if I didn't mean it." She chuckled upon seeing his flabbergasted expression. 

He smiled, a bit unsure, but hopeful. He had learned by now from Anakin that sometimes you needed to roll with the punches, no one knew what the outcome would be or what obstacles they would face, but maybe it would be worth it in the end. 

"Will you…kiss me again?" He asked timidly, causing Brea's heart to skip a beat. 

"Is that an order, Captain?" 

"It is." 

She nuzzled her nose against his playfully before obliging, pressing her lips against his. A gentler, less heated kiss this time, but no less passionate. 

"Next time, don't feel like you have to blow yourself up to get my attention, ok?"

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How to win a heart of Floyd Leech?

a/n: Someone requested this; ask got deleted by accident! Hope you will like it, Anon!

Warning!

Once you start walking through the specific points of the guide, your life will be exposed to the presence of Floyd Leech. Interrupting the action at one of the stages may cause many problems; F. Leech categorizes stopping as "boring", which puts the user of this guide in great danger.

The only way out is to get to the very end. Or not to start at all.

You act at your own risk.

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1.   Be an easy new target.

To one’s surprise, it is much harder not to catch his attention.

You can easily become another entertaining target of Floyd, mostly by doing silly things or him just considering them as ones.

And to automatically get labelled as “silly”, you just need to fall into one of his traps—he prepares them for someone else, maybe for goldfish, maybe for another person given a sea-inspired nickname, expecting to enjoy watching how familiar face twitches with terror as he jumps into the scene and tightly embraces passing student.

But no. You were the one who showed up in the wrong place and time as Floyd jumped out from his hideout, scaring you half to death. With a strangled yelp, you sharply backed away. After gaining a slight flush on your cheeks, you recognised who you just bumped into and quietly gasped.

However, he was much more bewildered than you were.

He had never encountered somebody who wouldn’t just freeze under his touch. Jumping away, gasping, muttering half-hearted apologies and flushing? That’s new.

That’s also entertaining.

Even after your quickly disappearance from the scene, his gaze somehow inexplicably started returning to you.

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2.   Visit Mostro Lounge often.

“We’re looking for someone who would like to work part-time for Azul~” Floyd said, sliding poster across the table. He popped up in front of you unannounced, having your thoughts return to dark reality.

“Oh,” you replied quietly, packing your things faster. “Good luck with it.”

You got up from your seat, but the thought of letting you go just like that didn’t even cross Floyd’s mind.

“Ehh? Shrimpy, aren’t you going to try?” he asked, frowning. You winced a little at the nickname he called you, not sure how to feel about it. “You know, you won’t work there for free.”

Azul will grant your wish.

You fidgeted a little, questioning your response. You heard—who didn’t?—rumours that Octavinelle leader could fulfil any request for a certain price. Ones were working for it, others were paying, and lasts were trading their request with Azul’s one.

The thought of having anything just by working in some café made you consider the offer again—this time quickier.

“I will go,” you decided.

“Hooray!” Floyd smiled cheerfully, just as if he won some grand prize in the lottery. “But what could Shrimpy possibly wish for, to change your response so drastically~?” he wondered but didn’t get any answer in return.

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3.   Be honest.

“Shrimpy...”

You passed Floyd, without sparing him a look. Anyone who has known you for a while would notice that your movements were a bit stiff and creaky.

Once you heard Floyd’s voice, a wave of tiredness struck you as if you didn’t get any sleep last night after working your shift in Mostro Lounge.

There were so many people to serve, so many things to do... and yet, you couldn’t help with anything, still not knowing how everything works, messing up with orders and breaking some plates in process.

Floyd buzzing around you, asking you some random questions (“Shrimpy, have you done it before?”). You answered them quickly, but each of them bumped you out of rhythm, making you forget what you were doing. It also didn’t help that Floyd certainly liked you being disoriented, replying with a shrug and grin on his face at your thundering glances.

So now, after gaining a little trauma from working in Octavinelle’s café, all you could do is ignore Floyd’s presence, silently accusing him of your infamous fiasco.

“Hey, Shrimpy!” he called you again, catching you up. “Are you mad?”

“I am not mad,” you snapped and took an unstable breath. “Look, I just started working, and on my first day I made already so many mistakes—”

“Yeah,” he replied indifferently. “And what with that?”

“...I couldn’t even correctly serve drinks—”

“Oh, stop!” Floyd muffled your mouth with his hand, an annoying look on his face. “I know where it is going. And no, you can’t quit a job, after all my efforts to get you there. It will get boring again!”

“But—”

“Stop, stop, stop,” he corrected his hand on your mouth, now not letting even a sound get through his fingers. “Azul knows that you tried your best. And for these plates you broke, he already added them to your paycheck. You need to practice! Not to give up, Shrimpy!”

You looked up at him, quite stunned by these words. Perhaps he quoted someone from the book or heard someone talking like that...

But it was encouraging. In some way, considering that you couldn’t protest, having your mouth covered. But still, it was encouraging.

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4.   Take classes together.

You can have the power of controlling Floyd’s behaviour, making other students’ life easier. Or you two can be a walking disaster.

Turning alchemy lesson into putting random ingredients into a boiler and praying that the mysterious mixture won’t explode.

History classes started being a regular pinching ritual to keep yourself from falling asleep (you are being pinched more, even when you don’t feel sleepy).

In contrast, flying lessons are peaceful. Nor Jade, nor Floyd, nor Azul are fond of these classes. Floyd is much eager to stand both feet on the ground, watching you practice or having you sulking next to him about heights.

However, if you are a calm, shy, or tranquil person, exchanging little notes or drawings will be a little habit of yours. Handing them discreetly under the eye of sir Crewel is quite a challenge, but it also gives satisfaction once the note was given.

Floyd throws away most of your paper conversations, but the ones he really likes, he cherishes them by keeping them with him, stuffed in his pockets. He will be irritated if anyone would like to see what you two were writing about, even if the talk was about new strawberries delivery for the new recipe.

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5.   Being ticklish or not.

There are two possible scenarios, whether his new, lovely target is ticklish or not.

If is: prepare for being touched a lot. Observing how you quiver with surprise, when he lightly—he especially makes his touch less fierce, knowing very well that tickling isn’t violent—wraps his hands around your waist, making you hold your breath.

He would tickle you a lot, very often making you cry out of laugh and pain that follows sharp writhing and fidgeting, but never that much, to seriously upset you. That’s some luck in such unlucky situation.

If not: he will try to find other weak point. Or will try to make you ticklish—his hands are particularly cold and pressing them to your warm skin, might make you give him a reaction he would enjoy.

Albeit, if you also won’t return any expression even then, he will seriously search for some other weakness. Slightly biting an ear lobe, whispering next to your ear or anything that could make his smile appear, once he made you put him somewhere between “I despise you with each and every cell” and abstract mumbling with the heat on your checks.

Oh, he loves your reactions so much.

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6.   Learn all nicknames he gave other people (you will unlock an option to slightly dish other people).

“Oh Lord...” you muttered to yourself, as your gaze followed scribbled list of names that Jade just passed to you. He willingly connected all student’s names with pseudonyms Floyd gave other people and handed the roaster over to you once you helped him with some kitchen cleaning.

“There are so many, right?” Jade replied with a polite smile on his face. “I’m sure you already memorised some of them, being around Floyd that much.”

You nodded mindlessly as you tried to get names into your head. You mouthed them soundlessly one by one, motivated to learn them by the end of the week.

The chuckle that escaped Jade’s lips startled you, and you realised that he still was in the room. Or that you didn’t leave the Lounge even after your shift has already ended.

“My brother surely didn’t exaggerate anything about you,” he said, his tone a bit more buoyant than ever, although you couldn’t be sure as the thick air of mystery still echoed in his voice. “I wonder how it will finally end?”

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7.   Always share your takoyaki with him.

“What are you hiding, Shrimpy?”

You shuddered at a voice that you did not want to hear at this moment, not for all the world. Unless that the world included a chest filled with takoyaki, which you could give to certain somebody.

You felt that instead of a shashlik of tasty balls, you were holding a knife in your hands, a veritable proof of a crime you had committed. It weighed heavily in your grip, and Floyd's approaching footsteps did not make your situation any better.

It was a time to hide the evidence.

You pushed as much as you could into your mouth and swallowed a few balls without even gnawing them much. You almost choked on them.

“Me? I?” you asked innocently. You sincerely hoped that no sauce or a stray piece of cake was left on your face. “What could I possibly hide?”

"Hmm, hmm~," he drew closer, and you needed all your will gathered, to make yourself stay where you were. Even without looking in the mirror, you knew you were all pale on the face. “With my little eye, I spy something...”

His gaze went down, just to your hands, which you tried to hide behind your back.

Not giving him a clear look at your palms or wooden stick, you turned around on the heel and run with all your might. Your muscles felt somehow stiff as if they also didn’t see a chance to win this race.

Now Floyd was sure you are hiding something, and there is no chance he’ll let it go.

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8.   Watch him at his basketball practice.

81:30 for the blue team!

“Floyd once again started playing wild,” Ace breathed with clear regret in his voice. He glanced your way, frowning at you. “It’s your fault. Please come at practices when Floyd is in my team, not otherwise.”

You laughed awkwardly as he walked away.

A moment later, Floyd reached for a bottle with water and a towel you bravely guarded through the whole practice. He smiled wholeheartedly, happy with the win, water, and your presence.

“How did you like the game?” he asked once he changed from PE clothes and you two started heading towards Octavinelle.

“It was really fun!” you admitted, a speck of amusement appeared in Floyd’s eyes. “The red team didn’t have much time to capture a ball before you got hold of it again.”

“Hehe~ I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “I really like to play basketball, even more than ever, when I know that you are watching! That’s why,” he added, sincerity well-heard in his voice, “you need to come even more often!”

You nodded happily.

You just couldn’t mind it, all that accompanying him.

It was... fun.

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9.   Dance, dance, dance!

Heels tapped on the floor and the sound of these steps would probably have spread through the room, if not for the jazz music pounding through Mostro Lounge’s speakers.

Floyd pulled you closer, letting a playful smile on his lips stretch even more. You couldn’t help but smile back, before gasping as he spun you around your axis. You lost balance and would fall if not steady grip around your waist, as Floyd leaned on closer to you, making you bend on one leg more and entirely rely on his touch.

Last notes of melody faded, and you still were in that pose, facing each other. With each second, Floyd’s face was changing from some form of amazement to amusement, finally letting you properly stand.

“Ha... When did you learn to dance so smoothly?” you asked smiling in wonder.

“Hehe~ With legs you can dance a lot more than in the sea,” he answered. “On land, it’s super fun~”

You nodded at his words.

Floyd was a wonderful dancer.

But you can’t be sure if being a good dancing partner is the only thing that made you feel all warm and fuzzy because butterflies still didn’t leave your stomach.

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10.            “Let’s do something fun!”

“Here is your paycheck,” Azul handed you a white envelope, sealed with a stamp with the Octavinelle logo. “And you, [Name], was also working for some request, right?”

You nodded as you stared at the envelope.

Somehow, knowing how stupid the lingering thought in your mind was, you couldn’t bear to look up. If you would, your gaze would probably ignore all the elegant furniture of the room, even the owner of the room, Azul, just to settle on Floyd.

If you saw anything more than his shoes, that stupid thought would make their way outside, turning plans into action.

And Floyd unknowingly did everything to make them come true.

“Shrimpy,” he cupped your face with his hands, judging by his voice he seemed quite... worried? When he made you look in his olive and gold eyes, you started holding your breath. “Are you okay?”

With that question, your strong will to wish for something expensive or practical was broken.

You started fidgeting more, not knowing how to express your thoughts in words. “I think I have a request... a question for Floyd, rather than for you, Azul...”

Azul nodded at first uncertain and the room has fallen into silence once again until you spoke.

“Well, Floyd,” you turned to him, trying your best not to wander your gaze away from him, “Please, take your time with answering, but I want your response to be, uh, honest.”

You were tripping onto your own words, embarrassment soaring in your body as you started to think that you should’ve kept quiet. But Floyd was patient with your answer, as well as Jade and Azul who observed the situation as if they predicted it before.

“I mean- Okay, just answer the question.” You took an erratic breath. “Would you like to—”

“Sure!” Floyd interrupted you before even hearing the whole question. “I would like to do everything with you.”

You stood there, all confused. But, by Floyd’s expression you knew that he guessed what you wanted to say. Face heating up, you forgot about Azul and Jade, who hid a chuckle by turning his head to the side.

“How fun,” he said as Floyd wrapped his arms around you, as if shielding you from other people in the room.

“I won’t share Shrimpy with you, Jade. Not a chance.”

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You stood with your back against the wall, you were listening for one voice, one in particular.

“Hell mate, didn't even see ya there,” he laughed.

You raised your gun and jumped out aiming for the sensor on his chest and firing. It took you a few tries, but you managed to hit it at least once powering down his gun.

“Y/N!” Harry groaned as you ran the opposite direction. “We're on the same team you dork,” He yelled.

You jumped behind a large wall, ducking down, so he couldn't find you. You had only agreed to this for one reason, and it was to torment Harry, which seemed to be working flawlessly.

"Y/n," Tom's voice was directly behind you causing you to jump and squeak.

"Thomas," you hissed, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. "Can't sneak up on me like that, m'hiding from Baz," you told him, peeking over the wall to see if you could spot him.

"He's on our team y'know," he chuckled.

"Doesn't mean I can't destroy him," you winked at him letting out a giggle before making a run towards another structure. Truth be told, this was all you had wanted when the idea of Laser Tag had been brought up that morning. It brought you pure joy to be a nuisance to Harry, to find his deepest buried nerve and pick at it until he would break. He knew it too, he knew you loved to be the reason he would crack. Harry angry and red hot in the face, that, well it just did something to you, and the way he would choose to take out that anger, whew. You were determined today, to get him to the point of no return, to the point where he had no choice. So as soon as you caught sight of his luscious auburn curls you jumped out, firing the gun and hitting the censor in the middle of his back. "gotcha," you said, sending him a wink.

"Y/n, y/l/n, I swear to fucking god-" he huffed, trudging forward towards you.

"S'not good to swear to God Baz," you teased. He continued towards you until he had you pushed against the wall, the censor vest digging into your back.

"The next time you shoot me, I will make you regret it," he seethed. You nodded quickly, biting your bottom lip. He went to walk away, and right as he did, you fired again, hitting his back censor a second time.

He turned towards you quickly, eyes narrowing, and you could see the red hue of his cheeks even in the dimly lit arena. "Oops," you giggled, dropping your gun and raising your hands in defense.

"You're coming with me," he growled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you behind him towards the exit.

"Oi, what are you doing? We have like 15 minutes left," Tom yelled after you.

"Sorry, you can beat them on your own, right?" You asked, right before Harry tugged you through the door. He pushed you to the wall, standing tall in front of you as he unbuckled your vest, slipping it off your head, and then doing the same with his.

"C'mon," he demanded. The velocity of his voice sent a shiver down your spine as you followed closely.

You were so thankful your hotel room was just a short elevator ride up. You stood silently in the elevator, eyes trained on Harry as he glared daggers at you.

"Could have won, if you hadn't fucked off," he mumbled.

"C'mon Baz, you think I cared about the game?" You asked him, raising your eyebrows in his direction.

The elevator dinged, opening the door to your floor before you were being led to the room the two of you were sharing.

No one knew the things that you and Harry had been taking part in the last few months, honestly you weren't sure what they would think. It had started one night after a bad football game, he was so angry, and it had turned you on beyond belief. You don't remember what exactly happened, but you do remember the second his fingers found their way to your panties you were both done for. Ever since that night, whenever he would get heated, you were there waiting, waiting to take his release, to ease the built up tension, and then after, you were both completely different people. He would clean you up, cuddle with you and send countless praises in your ears.

Was it a dangerous game to be playing? Probably.. Did you ever want it to end? Absolutely not!

Harry opened the door swiftly, pushing you in. "Harry," you giggled as you nearly tripped on one of the suitcases that you had scattered on the floor.

"Oops," he chuckled, steadying you. "Now get into that bed," he instructed.

"Yes sir," you winked before rushing to the bed.

"Why do you have to be such a.." he walked forward grabbing your jaw and turning your face up to him. "a little fucking brat?" He demanded.

You giggled as he outlined your lips with his thumb, pushing it inside your mouth.

If there was one thing that had completely taken you by surprise with Harry, it was how assertive he was in bed. The boy who quite literally seemed like an angel in every aspect of his life, would absolutely wreck you anytime he had the chance. Of course he wouldn't cross any lines you set, but if you gave him the go ahead he would push you until you just couldn't take anymore.

"Gonna be a good girl tonight?" He asked you, a fire burning in his eyes.

"Nope," you mumbled with his thumb still in your mouth.

"Gonna be a little brat?" He asked.

"Mmm," you moaned, sucking on his digit.

"Know what brats get?" He asked you. "Brats don't get all the sweet warming up, no," he pushed you back onto the bed, flipping you to your stomach. "Brats get it straight to the point," he grumbled, practically ripping your leggings from your body and pulling you onto your knees. His fingers quickly found their way to your dripping core, “My good little slut,” he cooed before shoving a finger in with no warning. “Always ready for me,”

You hummed in response as his finger grazed your sweet spot. Harry knew your body like the back of your hand and he knew how to bring you right to the edge, and then quickly back you away. He pulled his finger out of your clenching core, leaving you feeling needy and empty. “Baz,” you groaned.

“What?” He asked you, a cocky smirk on his face. “You thought I was going to let you finish? After tanking the game?” Your mouth dropped open as you were getting ready to say something, but too quickly his hand found its way around your throat squeezing only hard enough to elicit an almost pornographic moan from you. “You drive me fucking crazy,” He growled into your ear. “But you also make my heart skip a beat when i think of those pretty lips around my cock,” you were shocked at the turn he had taken, but

You couldn't lie to yourself, it had you clenching around nothing, wishing for some relief from him. “Put it in my mouth then,” You instructed looking into his soft, warm brown orbs through your dramatically long lashes.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, excitement clear in his voice, “Want me to fuck your face, love?” you couldn't help the moan that left your lips with the use of the pet name, you and harry usually kept things pretty casual, no ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ but specifically no ‘love’. So to hear the name slip past his lips had your heart (and your pussy) wanting more.

“Yes Harry, Please,” You practically begged. He helped you into a sitting position, hand moving from where it had been positioned on your neck to the hem of your shirt quickly stripping you of any clothes that remaned. He followed it up by doing the same, standing fully nude in front of you, cock in his hand as you readied your lips. He took a step towards you as you looked up to see the lust in his eyes as he rubbed his tip on your lips.

"Gonna take it all?" He asked, bringing his hand up to rub his thumb across your cheek. You licked your lips before opening them as he slowly pushed himself into your mouth. You didn't really care for it, a cock in your mouth, but the look on harry's face made you want it, you would do it forever just to see the lust and relief that graced his face with every thrust against your face, the moans that would leave his lips as you would swirl your tongue around his tip when he pulled back, only to push back in with more force, making tears gather in the corner of your eyes. Tears he would wipe away as he whispered how good you were for him, and he would continue his movements until you felt him twitching on your tongue, his cum dripping down your throat, before pulling away, only to wipe your lips of any excess mess that had been made.

"You know your fucking beautiful?" He asked, before bringing his lips down to yours. His lips met yours with a feverish fire, that was almost too much. Any time the two of you would get to this point you would end up feeling upset, because in the grand scheme of things, Harry was it for you, god did you love him, and all of this fooling around wasn't helping any.

Harry's hands found their way to the nape of your neck, before he laid you back and climbed above, lips trailing down your jaw and neck attaching to your nipples as he let his hands wander between your thighs. You wished you could tell him just how badly you wanted him, wanted more. The hookups were nice, perfect, and the aftercare was next level, but you wanted the sleepy cuddly Harry, and The date night Harry.. you wanted every aspect of him.

His fingers teased at your entrance while his thumb drew little circles around your clit. You moaned out his name, finally relieved to be getting some stimulation. "I want to try something different," he mumbled.

"What?" You wondered.

"I want to make love to you," he said shyly. You pulled yourself up to your elbows as you stared shocked at him.

"You- what?"

"We're always going at it like it's the last time, and it's great, but I just want to savor it, savor you, just this once," he explained. You reached out, grabbing him and pulling him up to you as you slammed your lips together.

"Make Love to me then," you mumbled against his lips.

He moved your hands, interlocking your fingers with his before placing them above your head as he kissed you with more passion than you had ever experienced. His tongue flicked against your bottom lip, and you opened letting him in. It was different, and not in a bad way, you had made out with Harry countless times, whether it be in the heat of the moment, a drunk night, or a late night hookup, but this… This felt like more.

"God I love your lips," he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss, reaching down to caress your cheek. The use of the word 'love' leaving you with butterflies in your belly. His hands trailed down your body slowly, as his eyes did the same. "I feel like your body was meant for me," he told you. "The curve of your hips, the way your breasts feel in my hands, how your hair cascades down your back, the way you cling to me while I'm making you mine," he sighed as he looked back up to you. "It's as if someone wrote out the perfect match for me, and they put your name down," he whispered.

You felt tears rush to your eyes, unsure of what he was trying to get at. "Harry," you whispered.

He leaned back down, bringing his face dangerously close to yours, noses touching. You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips, "I want more, I want you," he said before closing the distance.

You were sure you were dreaming. This couldn't be real. He grabbed your hips as he positioned himself between your thighs, not breaking away from your lips. You felt him slowly push into you, bottoming out, before making any other movements. Slow wasn't exactly your thing, sure slow and steady wins the race, but you preferred the fast paced sex that you and Harry usually had, but in that moment, as his lips devoured yours, and his hips met yours gently and slowly, you felt pure Bliss. It wasn't rushed, trying to edge each other on, it wasn't a hidden agenda, just the two of you, lost in each other, lips colliding as you made love.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered in your ear, as he kissed from beneath it to your jaw.

"Harry," you moaned out.

"My beautiful girl," he whispered, "gonna make you feel good, yeah?" He asked as his hand sneaked between your bodies. His fingers gently brushed against your nub, but with how turned on you were, it was enough to send a jolt through your body.

"M'close," you let out.

"I know," he told you, as he quickened his movements. "Me too," he grunted. As soon as you felt him twitch inside of you, you clenched around him, orgasm taking control of your body. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you buried your face in his neck. He continued his movements until you let up, a sigh of relief leave your mouth.

You laid like that, him on top of you, you clutching to him, for a while. Finally he got up, walking towards the bathroom and returning with a damp rag. He sat between your legs as he cleaned you up gently, knowing you were probably sensitive. "Harry," you said quietly.

"Yes love?" He asked, glancing up to you.

"What did you mean? By, you want more?" You asked, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Well," he sighed, climbing up and laying down next to you. "You know how Haz and grace are always, holding hands, sharing food, being ridiculously cute, and making us all want to vomit?" He asked you.

"Mm," you nodded.

"I want that, I want to hold your hand as we walk down the pier to watch the sunset, and I want to order one milkshake with two straws and put a dollop of whip cream on your nose, I want people to look at us together and think we are cute, I want to be the reason they want to vomit," he told you.

You let out a chuckle as you reached for his hand, interlocking your fingers together.

"So you want-"

"You to be my girlfriend," he finished.

You couldn't help the smile that creeped onto your face. This was everything that you wanted, and to have him tell you he wanted the same thing? It felt good.

"Alright, on one condition," you said cheekily.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" He asked.

"I want to put the dollop of whip cream on your nose," you giggled. He rolled his eyes before leaning in and capturing your lips with his.

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Katara Does Agni-Kai

Katara Does Agni-Kai 

There should be a fic where Katara finds out that Zuko has been getting constantly Agni Kai challenges.

And she is... pissed.

Like, she is Southern-Raiders-pissed.

Because it means that these people are forcing Zuko to relive one of the most traumatic events of his life. 

And so she exploits a loophole.

Agni Kais can be fought by someone else on your behalf as long as that person publicly acknowledges that you are the superior bender. 

Which she does because Katara has little room for pride in the face of overwhelming rage and the need to bloodbend these assholes into pretzels.

There's an uproar about how she cannot participate because she's not a firebender.

Until she points out that the rules were never clear that it had to be a FIREbender. It just says bender. 

So they let her fight on Zuko's behalf. The Grand Arbiter is not pleased with the sullying of the Agni Kai court with the presence of this waterbender but he has no legal grounds to actually prevent her.

Zuko puts up a token attempt to try to get Katara to back down and let him fight and he gets a vicious scolding for not telling Team Avatar that he has been fielding thinly-veiled assassination attempts all on his own. 

Katara was not going to let her brother's crush get murdered in the guise of ritual combat over something as dumb as honor. 

Yes, she knows all about Sokka's crush. 

And judging by the way Zuko hangs on to her every word when she gives updates about Sokka, it is not doomed to eternal pining on her dumb brother's side. 

The Arbiter explicitly tell her that she will not be allowed any water in as Agni Kais are fought with only what Agni gives. 

She says no big deal. 

And Zuko is one hundred percent sure she is going to win. 

Because Katara has faced the best of the Fire Nation army for years and, time and time again, she won. 

She took on a Sozin Comet Azula and won. 

Something as insignificant as having no water isn’t going to stop her. 

The Agni Kai court for the duel is packed with nobles. They're tittering over their wineglasses about this water tribe bumpkin. But also they are curious because it's the first Agni Kai fought by a waterbender. 

The challenger, General Yuon who is loyal to Ozai, sneers at Katara. 

The Agni Kai starts and Yuon takes his time to gloat and crack his neck. 

Which is his mistake because Katara is vicious and RUTHLESS. She immediately waterbends all the wine out of the nobles' glass and hits him in the face and freezes his head to the wall. 

It takes a few seconds before people realize that the Agni Kai is actually over. General Yuon is out cold, hanging from the wall as his head is frozen to it and bleeding from a none-too-shallow cut on his face. 

The whispers of disbelief start and everyone is shocked. 

Except, of course, Zuko who always knew Katara was going to make a mess of the general. 

He had fought her before so many times. She had stood as a wall between him and Aang for so long. He had repeatedly underestimated her and he now knew that she was one of the biggest reasons why he failed to capture Aang. 

Time and time again, Katara foiled him with whatever liquid she had at hand: water, tea, fruit juice, spit, sweat and, one humiliating time, actual piss from the village latrine. 

His challenger saw a little waterbender girl. 

Zuko saw an extremely formidable waterbending master. 

There is a dispute, of course. 

The wine was not given by Agni. 

And Katara narrowed her eyes and said: "Are you saying Agni did not give these nobles wine?" 

Which, of course, shut the arbiter up. 

The victory is hers. 

It takes a couple of days but the next challenger is a councilor. 

He disagreed with Zuko's policy on school curriculum changes. 

Zuko wanted the truth about the Fire Nation to be taught so they wouldn't repeat their mistakes. The councilor wanted to continue propaganda. 

Agni Kai. 

Before he could even say anything, Katara had already accepted on his behalf and Zuko couldn't do anything but watch. 

This time, the arbiter is careful to ensure that no one was bringing any drinks inside. 

The Agni Kai starts and the councilor immediately fires great gushes of flames. 

And Katara immediately douses them with large tentacles of water she seemingly conjured from nowhere before once again blasting the extremely surprised councilor to the wall. 

She pins him again by freezing his head to the wall and immobilizes his wrists as well. 

The Agni Kai is over in seconds. 

The arbiter's mouth is left hanging open in disbelief as Councilor Gi is escorted from the arena holding his furiously bleeding cheek. 

There are puddles underneath the spectators' seats and Zuko remembers that these were the emergency barrels of water that non-bender spectators could use to douse fires if the the flames of the Agni Kai ever got too wild. 

He smiles and shakes his head at Katara who shrugs and links her arm around his as they walk out. 

"Next time is going to be the last time, Zuko." 

And it could have well been the last time. 

General Yuon and Councilor Gi both recovered with a small but noticeable scar on their face. 

Zuko realized that Katara was placing those deliberately. 

He asked Katara about it actually: "Katara, these are my subjects, you know. You don't have to be so hard on them." 

And she looked at him with that same steely-eyed glare she had when she forced that firebender down on his knees with bloodbending when they were looking for her mother's killer. 

"Zuko, if these people are going to force you to relive your trauma by challenging you to an Agni Kai, I'm going to make sure they regret it." 

People were, indeed, whispering about Yuon and Gi's scars. 

The next challenge takes longer but it still comes. 

Captain Kai challenges Zuko to an Agni Kai over water territory that Zuko was returning to the Water Tribes.  

Katara, of course, accepts again on his behalf. This time the arbiter makes sure there are no sources of water nearby. No drinks. No barrels. 

The Agni Kai starts and, this time, Kai is careful. 

He tests Katara by shooting flames at her, ready for any counterattack. 

Katara summons no water but skillfully dodges the flames. She has fought firebenders before and has found herself with no water. She has had to learn to evade them. 

Every now and then, she tries to rush him to get an actual physical strike in but is warded off by great columns of flame. 

The room gets hotter and hotter as Kai shapes his flames larger and more aggressive. 

He has finally realized that Katara actually has no water and has gotten bold. 

Finally, she catches a glancing fire blow on her shoulder and she cries out in pain, sinking to one knee.

Kai immediately rushes in to deliver a finishing blow only for Katara to assume a sleek waterbending stance and gather all of the sweat from the spectators sitting in the blisteringly hot court. 

She shapes it into a tightly controlled whip and slices his cheek twice in quick succession, one on each side before resting it as a water blade under his throat. 

"Yield," she says with a voice that promised no mercy. 

And Kai, shocked into standing still, could feel the cold blade under his throat. 

He could feel blood rapidly trickling out of his two wounds and realized, with horror, that they were joining the blade under his throat. 

He yields, knowing defeat. Katara recalls the water to herself and uses it to immediately heal her shoulder burn. 

Zuko comes down from his seat and stands in front of her. 

"Katara... wow. Just... wow." 

She looks at him. "He'll be the last, Zuko." 

And, indeed, he was. Everyone now knew that challenging Zuko would result in a humiliating defeat to a non-firebender no less. 

Katara didnt leave the Fire Nation for a couple more months to make sure that there were no more challenges. 

She spent the time buying a lot of gifts for Zuko that she thought would make him smile. 

She also tried a lot of Fire Nation food. 

Often, she would sit in council meetings and voice out informed opinion much to the dismay of the other councilors. 

Most of all, she made sure to give him updates about Sokka because she was a softie that way. When Sokka comes to replace her as ambassador to the water tribe nation, she gladly goes.

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Not Fine

Miya Osamu x F!Reader

Hurtful Truth: Not everyone was given the chance to have someone that they loved. And sometimes, we could only think about what could have been.

Pt. 2 ⇚ Part 3 ⇛ Ep.

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"All your services are brutal today, Atsumu."

The setter's grip on his water bottle tightened when his upperclassmen — now fellow teammates on Japan National Team — stated his well being all over again. He didn't answer, nor was he willing to explain why he looked like he was ready to kill anyone on sight.

Though, the wing spiker knew. Ojiro didn't have to hear anything from the blonde setter. The news about the Onigiri Miya scandal was all over the nation after all. The drama that no one ever thought would occur, knowing how much the owner and the woman behind the company loved each other.

But sometimes, this life was not all about fairy tales and happy endings. Not everyone had the privilege to have the love that they wanted. Not everyone could have someone they love to be their lifetime partner. And Atsumu, he knew that fact for a long time, ever since the first moment he laid his eyes on you.

"My sister will join us at today's practice." The middle blocker said after munching on his lunch. "Hope you guys would be okay with that."

Atsumu groaned, hating the fact that there would be some kind of distraction. He didn't care less though, knowing he would not even spare a glance. But a new face at practice only meant that everyone would swarm them, like a toy that everyone wanted to have. Especially since they were related to the members of the club, that made everything worse.

"Does she really have to?" Rintarou rolled his eyes a little when the setter parted his lips. Not because of the question, but more like how the question was being thrown.

"My parents are going to be home late. They will kill me if she's all alone in the house." Though the brunette just answered a matter of factly, knowing for certain if he answered with the same tone, all hell broke loose.

"Tch. Is she just like another squealing pig or something? Can't she take care of herself?"

"Sumu,"

"No, Samu. For real, do all girls really can't defend themselves? Why is she being treated so highly you can't make her stay at home all alone?" The commotion was not necessary, but he just couldn't help it when someone had the potential to wreck the practice.

"It's all about being a great sibling, Sumu." The opposite wing spiker answered with his usual flat intonation. "Something that you really lacked off, ya know?"

"Hah?! What does that mean?!" Atsumu really wanted to throw some pickles at his twin. But somehow he could imagine the silver-haired man opening up his mouth to catch the food instead, so he chose to stay silent and grumbled under his breath.

He played with his food, poking the vegetables as he had a big pout plastered on his face. "What is she anyway? A princess or something?"

But by God, you were more than just a princess.

The second you walked inside the gymnasium beside your brother, his jaw dropped as he felt like he was blessed by the deity. You were not like any other girls that were usually so timid and acting all shy — no, not like that.

You had your chin up, throwing your soft smile to anyone that met your gaze. So confident, as if it was the thousand times you were already meeting the whole team. Rintarou didn't even need to introduce you, you already talked to everyone like an old friend.

Something about you just made him feel warm. Atsumu didn't know you, he didn't even bother to ask the brunette middle blocker for your name. But he swore even though you were just standing there, eyes still focused on anyone else, he could feel his heart singing.

A genuine smile emerged on his face, the smile that only appeared when he looked at some cool volleyball technique or a row of fatty tuna at the convenience store.

"Hey, Samu." He called out to his twin brother as his brown orbs still planted on your figure. "At this moment, I claim Sunarin's sister as mine!" He expected to hear any remark, or maybe a volleyball being thrown towards his face.

But there was only silence. The setter was sure that his twin was standing right beside him, so why didn't he get any answer — oh. Oh, that's why. When he turned his face to look at the silver-haired man, he really wished he didn't.

The grey orbs that usually so dimmed, that didn't even spark that much when they were on the court, were now shone so bright with adoration and amazement. Atsumu followed where the gaze fell, what could possibly have made his twin brother have such intense expressions.

And he could feel his shoulder slumped when he realised that his twin was looking at the same person that he saw before. Why of all things in this world, they just had to have the exact interest towards one person. Not fair, he wanted to say that he was the one who looked at you first, he wanted to punch his brother's arms and told him that you would be his.

"Didja say something, Sumu?"

But right now as his twin brother finally composed himself and turned around to face him, Atsumu just realised how the love that he had for his twin brother was a little bit too much for his own good.

"Nah. Just some dumb things."

Guess happily ever after really existed only in the children's books.

"You have been scrolling through your phone for the last couple of minutes." The blonde setter didn't give any kind of response as he just drilled his eyes to the small screen. Knowing that he wouldn't receive anything, the stoic ex-captain of Inarizaki VBC decided to just sit beside the melancholic male, taking the empty stool.

It was not really like Atsumu at all, to seclude himself while everyone was either on the dance floor or bantering together — since it had been so long for the rest of the team to be in the same place. Though, Kita couldn't blame him from wanting to get away from here.

"You do understand that one day you have to make peace with Osamu, right?"

Just the mention of his twin was enough to make his blood boil. He gritted his teeth, scoffing at the idea of him to be on the same page with the businessman like before. As if he could see his twin brother without disgust, as if he could see his twin brother with the same fondness.

No, Miya Osamu didn't have the liberty to be considered as his brother the second he decided to cheat on you.

From the very first moment he saw you, Atsumu never thought that he wanted to have someone in his life as much as when he met you. Your sweet smile, supportive nature, so good and just felt so right even as time went by.

Though he never dared to say anything, not because he was a coward and afraid of rejection, it was not that. But because he knew too well that his twin brother used to look at you the same way he commits. What sickening was when he realised he still gazed at you like a fool in love while the younger twin didn't anymore.

And he wished, he really wished that he never let Osamu have a taste of your love since the beginning.

"Tch. Like hell I am willing to do that." Atsumu locked his phone and threw it mindlessly to the bar. "I am sorry, Kita-san. But you of all people should have known why I act like this." He clenched and unclenched his fist to calm himself down, to erase the little tremor that he felt.

The brown orbs that belonged to the setter now sent a dagger to the laughing man that was swarmed by a lot of people. How could his twin have such a joyous smile on his face after everything that he had done? How could someone act so free as if he didn't just tear someone else's life?

Osamu was blessed to have such a wonderful woman that never turned her back on him. When his twin called him that one particular day, saying that you said yes to his wedding proposal — Atsumu realised that he had lost the promise that he made at one of their fights.

"When we are in our deathbeds, I am gonna turn and look you right in your face! And say I had a happier life!"

He scoffed the second he hung up the call. His twin had won, there was nothing that could make him happier than to have you in his life, cheering at him on every match that he had. You were there though, on most of the tournaments that were held, being such a supportive sister-in-law.

You always sat on the VIP bleachers, the one that was located at the side of the court. When you were there to support him, you went all out, wearing his volleyball club's merchandise as if you were paid with how you looked like you were drowned by all of those items. And by all means, he wanted to run up to you after a service ace, he wanted to cup your cheek and smash his lips to yours.

Yet he knew that it was just a mindless dream. For years he buried his feelings that never wanted to leave. He was there to be the best wingman that he could ever be for his twin brother, he made sure that no one captured your heart except for Osamu — and of course himself.

Yet right now as he looked at how Osamu had his arms wrapped around Rintarou instead of you, he wished he never helped his brother to get your heart in the first place.

He couldn't, he couldn't do this anymore.

Atsumu grabbed his jacket and car keys, rushing out from the club that smelled nothing but sweat and alcohol. He used to enjoy it, to have fun and get wasted with his brother. But now a glimpse of the twin and he wanted to spit on his face.

His upperclassmen didn't even bother to stop him, knowing that if he tried to make him stay, it would only result in a fight. The setter didn't care how his brother called out to him, he didn't even turn his head as he walked through all the strangers that were invited here.

"Sumu!"

He sped up his pace, slipping through the swarm of people as he didn't want his twin brother to catch up on him. "Hoi, Sumu!"

Atsumu could finally feel the fresh air when he barged through the door. The night air was cold, but it was a lot more refreshing than the packed space inside. He stopped for a second, to gather his breath before continuing his pace to the car.

But then he tensed up when he heard someone else walking outside, following him. Something about a bond between a twin brother, was how they could feel each other's presence within some range. A scowl immediately appeared on his face as he could hear his twin panted behind him.

"Why the fuck you followed me?" His voice was flat, but from how he chose the words was enough to make Osamu know how much his older brother despised him. "I don't want to see you, go back to your — fuck, to that whore!"

Osamu snapped when the blonde setter insulted his fiancé. He couldn't control it as his body moved on its own, fist making contact to the back of his brother's head. It was as if there was a fire blinding him, what fire? He didn't even know as he continued to plant his fist to his doppelganger.

"Take that back, Sumu!" He was so enraged as he forcefully turned his brother's head to face him, hand gripping on the collar. "Don't you bring my fiancé's name like that! Rintarou didn't have any fault—"

"Didn't have any fault?!" Atsumu spit on his twin brother's face, making the black-haired man drop him to the ground. "You fucking cheat on (Y/n), and he agreed! The two of you fuck around on the goddamn house that you shared with her! He did it willingly, Samu!"

The parking lot was quiet, as everyone was currently inside and enjoying their night. Oblivious of what happened just outside the club. The setter dusted his clothes, gritting his teeth as he looked at his twin brother that he always boasted around here and there. But now, now the brown orbs looked at his carbon copy with disappointment. "And I still can't believe you did that too."

The two of them just stared at each other's eyes, five feet apart since they were sure another fight would ensue if there was no gap in between them.

Atsumu letting out a sigh, chuckling bitterly as he could feel tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. His twin brother could do nothing but to face the ground, funny how they were so close, yet felt so far as if there was no bond that connected them since birth.

The younger twin didn't dare to face his brother as he let every word that was just being thrown towards him sunk inside his mind. He knew that the setter now wanted nothing to do with him, he knew that perhaps for the next few years, Atsumu would do anything to avoid him.

Ever since everyone knew what he did with the professional middle blocker, he could feel how the string that linked them together — started to get loose. The two of them promised inside their own mind, that they would never leave each other behind. So he had to cling on that hope.

"Hey, Samu." The younger twins looked up, only to see the broad back of his brother. He didn't know what was inside the setter's head, he couldn't see his expression to predict the words that might come out. But somehow, he could feel his heart clenched as if it would be the last time he saw him.

"I wish I never had you as my brother."

And right at this moment, he just realised that he had lost not just one — but two people at the same time.

He had lost you, the only woman that would do anything for him in a blink of an eye, you that interlaced your hand with him as you walked right by his side from the beginning. You, you, and you. His first love, his first kiss, his first everything.

And he, too, lost Miya Atsumu, his very own twin brother that was there to accompany him when he breathed the first air in this world. Now his greyish orbs could only stare at the car that passed him, a sign that showed him from now on — he was on his own.

Osamu buried his face on the white sheet of his bed, covering his whole head with a pillow. This had been going on for the last minutes, and the setter started to get tired of hearing his usual quiet twin, acting like he just dropped some food down the floor, whining and grunting.

"Can ya shut yer trap?" Atsumu was not angry or something, he was just curious about what could cause his twin to be like this. "You are awfully annoying right now, ya know?"

He expected to hear some reaction, another insult just like how it used to. But surprisingly, he was only greeted by silence. The blonde that was playing the console before now paused his game, walking towards the bed and poke his head at the upper level. He nudged his twin brother on the waist, making the opposite wing spiker to jolt and yelped.

"What do ya want?!" Osamu grumbled and sat up straight on his bed, glaring at his twin. "I am busy thinking, what is it?"

"You are making disturbing noises as if you are going to die!" The blonde retorted, folding his arms in front of his chest. "What is it? Don't tell me you failed another exam."

"No, no." Letting out a sigh, the foodies leaned his head on the wall. "It's not that, it's something silly actually."

Atsumu raised one of his eyebrows, now really worried when he saw his twin brother looked so gloomy. He didn't want to show it, yet if someone saw him now, it was really visible through his brown orbs how much he cared for his younger brother.

"Yeah? How silly?"

"I like Sunarin's sister."

He parted his lips, wanting to say something, maybe a joke or some playful response. But it was as if there was a huge lump on his throat, making his voice to be stuck there when the information finally seeped on his mind.

He should have known this fact by now, everyone that had eyes could see how clumsy Osamu would be when you were around, how by just having you watching the practice made his performance on the court even better. Yet when he finally heard it right from the younger twin, he knew that there was no chance for him to make a move on you.

Ha, as if he had a chance from the start anyway.

"You are not really subtle, Samu." Atsumu snickered, trying to coat his own pain that was now bubbling inside his heart with some laughter. "Why did you look so scared? You have this handsome face, it would be easy to catch her heart." He playfully pointed at his own face, after all the two of them were twins anyway.

"Jerkhead."

"Hey!"

The silver-haired man rolled his eyes, now snickering when the setter had a big pout on his face. Atsumu felt relieved inside his heart, that at least now his twin brother could laugh and came back to his usual self. He may not look like it, but he would do anything to make sure that his twin lives the best life.

"For real, though, Samu." He cleared his throat, a smug look was now written all over his face. "I will be the best wingman ever, and you will get that pretty lady to be your lover ten days from now!"

If that meant he had to sacrifice his own feelings, then so be it. Miya Atsumu loved his brother, maybe more than anything in this world, more than the woman that could make his heart skip a beat in a matter of seconds by just glancing at her.

And when he saw the grey orbs covered with hope, he knew that he had chosen the right thing to do.

Right now though, Atsumu really wanted to turn back time when he was still in high school.

He wanted to go back, to when he first laid his eyes on you. If he was given the chance, he would snap his fingers in front of his twin. If he could be on that day once again, he would make sure that the once wing spiker could hear him loud and clear when he declared you would be his.

Atsumu chuckled bitterly at how everything turned out. His brown orbs stared into the ceiling, ignoring his phone that kept vibrating on the drawer. Every time he looked at the screen, it was always the same name. Miya Osamu, one of the most successful businessmen below thirty.

Today, he was supposed to be the best man for the business tycoon. He should have worn the black suit that had a golden accent on the collar and the wrist. But the exact same suit was now still packed under the plastic wrap, hanging inside his massive closet as if it was just another old clothes that he would never wear.

When he got that suit all those months ago, he was appointed to be the best man at Miya Osamu and Suna (F/n) wedding, that was the deal. He already prepared the speech, as he wanted to be as perfect as he could be in front of the two people that he loved the most.

Even though he was jealous, even though sometimes he flipped his twin's portrait so it was as if he was the one inside the picture with you, he still wanted the best for the black-haired man. Yet now, to know that he sacrificed his own happiness, to know that you devoted your whole life for his twin only to have your heart broken at the end of the day — Atsumu really couldn't stop himself from thinking about what could have been.

He groaned when his phone vibrated once again, and he was ready to just throw it out the window or turned it off. But he was anticipating someone else, he was afraid that you would call him. He wanted to make sure that he was just one call away, that he was easy to reach.

And well, it was all paid off when your name was now all over his screen.

Atsumu immediately sat straight, bouncing like a child as a smile adorned his lips. He didn't know why he felt so nervous, it was just you after all. Ye,s you, the one woman that he had been pining from for the last ten years he lived in this world.

"The superior twin is here!" He declared with so much confidence in his voice, and he was so giddy when he could hear you snicker from the other line. "I am serious though, I am older, therefore I am superior."

"I don't know where you got that way of thinking, but I will let it slide for you." You answered, though his forehead scrunched up a bit when he caught how different you sounded like just now. But he shook it off, he would keep talking and become your company, that was his goal from the start.

Something that he noticed was how clear your voice was just now. Usually, it would crack here and there, the results of you crying for hours. But you were so much calmer, yet you still sounded so tired, as if you had been working nonstop.

"Ah, miss (Y/n), always so humble." But he wouldn't ask anything if you were not the one who opened up to him. "Say, what have I done to get such privilege hearing your voice?" Because for him, to be at least the one who you were comfortable talking to, was enough.

"I just need company, Atsumu." You breathed out softly, and he could hear a gentle splash of water from your side. "Are you busy helping around the wedding?"

"No, I am not busy. Not at all." He wanted to confess that he was not even at the venue, but somehow he could hear you scolding him for not being a good brother for his twin. So he decided to keep his mouth shut, focusing himself solely on you. "I am here, (Y/n). I am always here if you need me."

"Yeah?" Your voice was strained a little. "Then, would you tell me a story? Anything? I just want to listen to your voice."

His heart skipped a beat faster from your statement. Your words made him feel something that he had lost, the thing that he buried since he saw how his twin's eyes sparkled when he saw you. Hope. He cleared his throat, chuckling a little as he tried not to show how nervous he was right now.

"Since you asked so nicely."

Atsumu was a great storyteller, that was what you could conclude by hearing his tone went up and down so easily as word after word rolled down from his tongue. It was refreshing, to hear him talking non stop like this.

Something about his voice just made you feel at peace. As if you were back to your high school days where everything was all good. He always came up at you, usually talking nonsense and whined about his twin brother. It had been so long since you had a decent conversation, all because the work schedule and adulthood being harsh.

So to hear the same voice that used to accompany your teenage life, to hear the same cheeky remarks here and there that just screamed freedom — you knew that it was the right thing to call him.

"Hey, Atsumu."

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

The blonde setter was taken aback by the sudden gratitude that you gave. He never asked to be acknowledged by you, he never expected himself that one day you would see him without any lingers that reminded you of your ex-fiancé.

Then again maybe, maybe this was a good start, and he really couldn't wait to see you back in line, became the princess — without prince — that kept thriving to reach the ultimate ending.

"Really, it's nothing." He chuckled softly, carding his fingers to the strands of his blonde hair. "I just tried to be the best... friend that I could ever be."

One step at a time, Miya Atsumu. He reminded himself. Maybe one day you would find your happily ever after, but you needed to be patient.

"Hehe, you are the best." Your voice sounded more distance by now. "Now I wonder what would happen if only I am being honest at that time." As if you dropped your phone somewhere, and you were too tired to pick it up.

"Honest?" But he didn't pay too much attention to it as he was more curious by your words. "(Y/n), what do you mean? That time when?"

There was only silence, and right now his mind was creating a lot of scenarios. He bit his lips, wanting to know what was the meaning of your words. "(Y/n)? Please, what do you mean by being ho—"

"I used to like you, you know?"

And time seemed to stop, as the confession rolled down from your lips so easily. He wanted to say something, he wanted to ask you to define your words. Like was such an ambiguous word. It could be interpreted as how you like his personality, or you liking the fact you were friends with him, "I used to love you, at one time."

"W-What?" But this one word slipped from your lips, answered his questions from before. "Don't joke around like that. You always loved Samu, everyone knew that." Yet he didn't want to believe it. "You kissed him on your first date! Not any girl would kiss—"

"Because you were there, right?" He stopped talking, bringing himself back to that particular day. "You always tried so hard to make sure I fell in love with Osamu, I am not that dumb. So I just want to make you happy by opening up my heart for him." The same day where he tucked his feelings away. "You are one wonderful man, you know that, Atsumu?"

The day he let you go for his twin, was the same day you let your feelings go to love another man that was not him.

"(Y/n), I—"

"So even though now I wonder about what could have been," He just felt hope a moment before. "I am glad." So why now suddenly it felt like someone just burned the bridge that would lead him to his happy ending? "I am glad that you were the last person that I spent my time talking to."

"Wait, what do you mean?" He wailed, waiting to hear for your response. "(Y/n), fuck! What did you mean by the last person?!" He screamed to his phone, begging for any kind of sign that you were there. But there was nothing, once again he was greeted by nothing but silence.

Atsumu felt like he couldn't breathe. He needed to see you, he needed to make sure that you were alright. Maybe you were just falling asleep, maybe just like what Akagi had wished, you could finally sleep after days being in such a rollercoaster of emotions.

Ten minutes. He could be there in ten minutes by foot, a lot faster compared to how he needed to prepare his car and opened up the garage. The setter didn't think twice as he wore his shoes and ran to your house. He didn't bother to lock his front door as he dashed himself to see you, mind too predominated by lots of dark scenarios.

You used to love him. He tried to hold on your words. If at one time you fell for him, then perhaps one day you could love him once again. He wanted to believe in that as he ran even faster, thanking himself for choosing to be a professional athlete that could make him have a lot of stamina.

His mind kept replaying the fact that was being poured on top of him like a bucket of ice water. Ever since he knew you, he was too busy coating his own feelings. Telling lies to himself, belittled his own mind because he didn't want to have any regret when he helped his twin to be close with you.

If only he knew, if only he looked closer to your eyes and not just focused on his twin — maybe, he would have his very own fairy tale that he always yearned to have.

He knocked haphazardly on your front door, his heart still felt so heavy as he waited for the latch to be unlocked. But even after seconds went by, even after he kept screaming out your name without a care that people would call the police, you didn't even show yourself.

"Fuck it."

When he didn't hear anything from the other side of the door, he immediately spun his brain, searching around the terrace since he knew you had a habit to save a duplicate key somewhere — a habit that your ex-fiancé once told him.

Atsumu let out a smile of relief when he saw the silver key tugged on one of the potted plants. And without wasting another time, he immediately turned the key, eyes scanning the whole ground floor in case you were there, maybe falling asleep somewhere.

But there was no sign of you, not even in the bedroom of yours. Your room was clean, nothing but a bed, some books, and photographs. It was as if you never lived here with how the room looked like what people could find in a design magazine.

Everything was too neat like you have been gone for a long time. And he was ultimately afraid that you were not here to begin with.

Then his mind replayed the phone call from before; every sound that you made, the calm voice of yours, each of the syllables that came out from your lips, he tried to remember all of that. Splash of water. He heard it in the first minutes, and it was enough for him to take another step in this mission to find you.

He braced himself as he walked closer to the master bathroom that was connected without any door. Atsumu was ready to hear you scream, maybe throwing some of the shampoo bottles in his direction — he was okay with that, because at least, at least you were fine.

The bathroom was the same, so clean that no one could find any unusual things. Though his eyes were sharp enough to see the two bottles of sleeping pills on the sink. He took it to his hand, and he swallowed a huge lump when he saw the condition. All were opened, all were emptied.

He immediately jerked his head to the bathtub that was filled to the brim. The colour was milky white, and the surface was scarily stagnant. No. It can't be. He was scared to take another step forward. No, no, no. Because now as he was standing right beside the tub,

His orbs could catch the silhouette of a human body, one that was perfectly — still.

"No," He hiccuped as he could only feel dread. In a swift moment, he jumped himself to the enormous tub, trying to find where your head positioned with how blurred the water was. "Please, please." And he gasped when he could finally see your face.

You looked so glorious, that if you were a heroine in some kind of fantasy book, he was sure that you would become more than just a princess. Even with your hair sticking all over your face, even with how your lips slowly turned to blue, you still looked the same through his eyes.

Perfection, the only person that could make his life complete.

Atsumu cradled you, pulling your now cold body on his embrace in case he could hear your heart beats. But there was nothing. In this space he was in, the only thing that could be heard was the prickling waters and his own misery.

When he imagined himself to have you in his arms, this was not the scenario that he ever had in mind. He wanted to hold you close for a thousand times, he wanted to be the one that could make you feel better when you were feeling down. Maybe he was already like that, but it was not enough.

With trembling hands, his finger swept your hair gently, tucking the strand of it at the back of your ear. He eyed your expression as you fell asleep, and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle that filled with bitterness and anguish.

"Can you hear me? Hey, (Y/n)?" His voice cracked, vision blurred with his own tears as he shook your body. "(Y/n), please, y-you haven't heard it, please." He swallowed a huge lump, biting his own lips as he was still clinging to some miracle that could happen.

"I love you." So fucking much. "Can't you hear me? I love you! I love you, (Y/n) why didn't you wait for me?!"

His finger pinched your cheek, it was the fastest way to wake you up when you fell asleep on their practice all those years ago. He needed to see your orbs, he needed to see how your lashes fluttered open the second he woke you up, just like usual. One more time, he needed to see it just one more time.

"Hey, wake up. I promise I am not going to leave. I will always be here, I'm always here."

But your eyes still closed, and he shouldn't have expected a miracle when he knew there was not any.

"I am sorry. I am sorry."

And Miya Atsumu should have known better, that there was no such thing as happily ever after in this real world.

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[nothingbutimagines]

Sandy Claws (Avengers)

Pairing: Platonic!Avengers x Teen!Reader

Warning: Cursing, lots of banter and complaining

Summary: While Christmas shopping for one another, Tony tries to convince the rest of the Avengers to take a family photo with Santa, much to everyone’s dismay.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: I was really sick Dec. 18th to the 20th, so this fic that should’ve been up the 20th is now here along with Steve Rogers fic and Natasha Romanoff fic I had planned for the days I was sick as well. Happy holidays and I hope you are all doing okay and are staying healthy and safe! 

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“Stark, what the hell are we doing here?” 

You could feel the annoyed attitude emanating off of Natasha as you walked up beside her, examining the group that was formed around Tony. 

“Yeah, what the hell? I was in the middle of fist fighting some lady for one of those stupid Star Wars sets for Peter.” You added, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout. 

Tony snapped his fingers, pointing at you smoothly as he looked you in the eye. “Hey, watch it! We don’t need a rant from Mr. America about your language. You know he hates cursing.” 

Steve rolled his eyes, groaning. “Come on! It was one time.”

Natasha shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, Y/n was losing the fight against that woman anyway.” 

“I would’ve won if you’d have helped!” 

“I did help. She asked if I was your mother because you cursed at her and then I said ‘do I look that fucking old to you?’ which was when you were supposed to take the stupid toy and run but you didn’t.” 

“You could’ve given me a heads up!” You cried, throwing your arms down and your head back as you groaned. “Can I leave now? I have a set to finish fighting for.” 

“No one’s leaving. Not until Peter and Wanda get here so I can explain what’s on the agenda.”

“For the record-” Steve started as Sam cut him off.

“Dude, no one cares that you called out bad language one time. Just save it.” 

“Hey, guys. We’re here. What’s up?” Peter made his way into the circle, Wanda close behind. 

“Finally.” Tony started, clapping his hands together, “I have us gathered here today so that we could take the annual Avengers Christmas photo with Santa instead of at the compound.”

You chuckled as the rest of the team erupted into a chorus of groans. 

“Tony, why don’t you just have the kids take a photo with Santa and the rest of us can take a picture at the compound?” Steve suggested. “Wanda, Peter, and Y/n would enjoy that.”

“Dude! None of us have believed in Santa in years. We all know he isn’t real.” You argued. “We’re all 16 to 19, not 6 to 9.”

“Wait, Santa isn’t real?” Peter cried, pretending to panic.

You gave him a playful shove, which he returned. “Shut up, Parker. You’re not funny.”

“Oh, and like you’re the next John Mulaney.” 

“Says the one who still plays with Legos!” 

“Says the one who still sleeps with a stuffed animals!”

“Hey!” Tony snapped, looking between the two of you as you gazed back at him. “We are all taking a photo with Santa Claus, whether you like it or not.”

“No way.” You shook your head. “I am not taking a photo with Sandy Claws since I am allergic to old men.”

“You spend time with Steve and Bucky every day.” Tony retorted. 

“Okay, then I’m allergic to old men wearing costumes and pretending to be someone they’re not.”

“Refer back to my earlier statement.” 

You groaned, rolling your eyes as Sam pointed at you. 

“I’m taking the kid’s side for once. I’m most certainly not taking this photo. And if I walk away when everyone else does, it’s not like you can stop us all.” Sam explained, a smirk on his face. “More than likely you could stop the two old guys since they’re the slowest.”

“I’m going to have to agree with Sam for once.” Bucky added, “I say we should all make a run for it and whoever gets caught takes the photo.” 

“All in favor of running for our dignity say ‘Aye.’“ Sam raised his hand as the group erupted into a collection of hands and voices. 

“Put your hands down.” Tony waved his hands at everyone. “If I pay you each a thousand for this photo, can we please just get it over with?”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I think my dignity is worth at least two grand.” You spoke up.

“Fine,” Tony groaned, “everyone gets two thousand even.” 

“I’ll take it!” 

You followed the rest of the group into the small photo set up where Santa sat, the rest of the group opting to sit on the floor or stand behind the large chair the old man sat in as you and Peter stood, looking at one another. 

“They don’t expect us to sit on his lap, do they?” Peter asked, glancing between you and the group. 

“I think they do.”

“Uh, guys?” Peter pipped up, getting the attention of everyone else. “Where do you want us to go?”

“Youngest have to sit with the old man.” Tony chuckled. “And I don’t mean Steve.”

“Why am I the punchline to all of your jokes?” Steve scoffed, leaning forward to look at Tony from the other side of the chair. 

“Because you’re easy to make fun of.” Tony turned his attention towards you and Peter. “Come on, kiddos, sit with Santa.”

You followed behind Peter as you walked towards the rest of the group. 

“The last time I sat with Santa, I think I peed on him.” Peter whispered, looking back at you before taking a seat. 

“Kinky.” You snorted, taking a seat as well before turning your attention to the photographer. 

“Alright guys, I want big smiles!” The photographer announced, leaning into the camera on the tripod as she looked at you through the viewfinder. 

You flashed a bright smile, your hands in your lap as the camera flashed a few times. 

“Hell yeah. Now that that’s over, I want a pretzel.” Bruce spoke up as the group began to disperse. 

“That sounds amazing.” Natasha agreed. 

“I second that.” Steve spoke up. 

“Me too.” You smiled, hopping off of Santa’s lap and following everyone else as they walked away. 

“Uh, guys?” Peter spoke up. “I think I blinked.” 

“Alright, everyone come back.” Tony groaned, waving his hands in a gesture that beckoned everyone back.

“Remember,” Sam said, looking between everyone, “he can’t catch us all.”

[wonnoy]

let's go together

i'm doing it - i'm writing a sugawara fic FINALLY omg i don't see many of them on the internet sadly so oooo we gonna fix that :)

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you two accidentally bumped into one another at the thrift store of Ukai's store and buying the essentials for a female's period

warnings: none but fluff here and maybe a surprise kiss at the end if you've been good ;)

Oh god.

When you bumped into someone else in the tiny store, your pads and tampons flew from your hands in a grand array of a feminine hygiene rainbow. Your face heated as the young man froze with surprise before rapidly dropping to the floor with a nervous smile on his face. You dropped as well grabbing the pads first because you got the biggest size pad that you had to offer and really didn't want for him to see that. Oh god.

Standing up and cuddling into your arms was three boxes of pads and in the stranger's arms was two boxes of tampons. You were stockpiling okay?

"I- I'm so sorry," the words came choked out as you were already thoroughly embarrassed by the situation.

"It's really no problem, but are you alright," he smiled at you and handed over to you the two boxes of tampons he picked up. You noticed in his own hands he had a large grocery bag filled with energy drinks and other things of that nature.

"Yes I'm alright, and thank you," you hurriedly scattered from the area, checked out, and made your way out of the store. If only you were paying more attention to the things in front of you and instead of your phone... And speaking of your phone! You held your bag of feminine products in your left hand while your right went to grab your phone from out of the pocket.

It was almost time for your school's volleyball game!

You skittered through the streets, nearly getting lost a couple of times before finally making it to the entrance of Karasuno. Next to the entrance was the gym and you could hear faintly soft cheers and the sound of volleyballs hitting against either the floor or another person. Did the game already start?

"Oh hey!" a voice came from behind you and you turned. With embarrassed horror, it was the man from the store. He was now dressed in a tracksuit with the lettering 'Karasuno' on it. He goes here? Does that mean he's-

"Are here for Nekoma?" he stopped next to you at the entrance smiling. He was trying to calm you down, it really was no issue when you ran into him at the store, it happens.

You nodded your head, "are you on Karasuno's volleyball team?"

"Yup, do you want a walking buddy to the gym?" he pointed to the big gray building maybe 200 feet away from you. He asked if you wanted a walking buddy, really? You had to stifle a chuckle as he realized how dumb that sounded.

Walk you to the gym that's literally right in front of you? Could he be any less smooth? You looked cute all frazzled in the store, panicking for some unknown reason. He really wanted to calm you down and not make it such a big deal, he knew he'd get a second chance to do that. You were wearing the Nekoma uniform and you seemed too panicked to not notice him wearing a Karasuno tracksuit.

He thought he'd try again when he'd see you at the school entrance.

"Oh well um okay, lets go together then," you gave him a nervous smile feeling the butterflies in your stomach. He was kinda cute, "what's your name?" you asked.

"Sugawara Koshi, yourself?"

"It's-" you were cut off from a loud shout from the gym directed towards you.

"Oi, (y/n)! What's been taking you so long?" Yamamoto came out of the gym. He'd been looking for you for the past ten minutes because they were in desperate need of their manager. You jumped at the voice, not quite expecting for someone else to shout your name for you and turned towards Sugawara.

He looked shocked himself, "(l/n)?"

"It's fine to just call me (y/n)," you smiled and began to walk over to the loud boy. He was waving you over frantically so you broke into a light job with the bag of feminine products swinging from your arm.

Sugawara watched your retreating form with peaked interest. Cute girl on the enemy team - enemies to lovers was a thing right? he began to walk over himself as if he didn't there would be hell to pay for. When he entered the gym, you were sat on the opposite side of the gym next to Nekoma's volleyball team.

You were sitting next to the coach, with a mini clipboard in hand and nodding your head as if talking about different techniques.

"Sugawara," he turned his head and saw Daichi calling him over. Time for warmup's was almost over and Sugawara barely warmed up before making an emergency run to a convenience store - and running into you. He looked over at you, you were now sitting down on the bench. You really were cute.

He jogged over to Daichi as the team gathered before their match. As per usual, Sugawara barely played in this match, but it was fine for him all the same. Seeing his team just barely hanging on a thread as both sides tried to gain the break in the points so they could the final and third match. He found himself participating in doing different poses with his team as they became their own cheer squad.

A whistle sounded through the air and he looked over to Nekoma's side. The coach called a break and you were standing right next to him. He watched as the team crowded around you and you move your hands around as if to mimic something. Were you giving them pointers?

He turned his head back to his own team, Ukai was speaking something about putting Hinata in the back and making sure Tsukishima was watching Kenma. The time for the break was over as quickly as it was called and both teams settled back onto the court.

You were watching intently from the sideline, you didn't always voice your insight about matches as tense as this one as you weren't sure if it was correct. But the boys seemed to trust your intuition and occasional tactics - Kenma was always able to immediately take into account of what you said. That really brought up your confidence.

Throughout the entire game, Kenma had not once done a setter's dump - and now was the chance to do it. As he dumped the ball, Nishinoya dived to get it but missed it and Nekoma won.

___

You were standing at the Gym entrance waiting for the rest of your school to finish leaving the stands. Sugawara took this chance to come up and say hi to you.

"That was your suggestion wasn't it?" you turned around to see Sugawara come and join you at the entrance.

"Maybe," you smiled and looked down at your shoes.

"It was clever, you should've heard Hinata after you did it," he laughed and glanced over at you. You were still looking down at your shoes, embarrassed by the sudden praise from someone on the opposite team. Wasn't he supposed to dislike you and not congratulate you?

It was silent between you two before Sugawara broke it, "are you busy right now?"

You looked at the bus getting ready to leave, the one that brought you here, and looked back at the boy smiling at you. You could always take another bus home but you don't think you could get another opportunity like this. Well, at least with no one who genuinley intrigued you.

You shook your head no.

"Then come with me, there's a really pretty park not too far away from here," he hesitantly grabbed your hand and started to lead you away from the gym. Taketora watched Sugawara drag away their manager as soon as he was about to call out your name again. But it didn't look like you'd be able to hear him anyways - your attention was all on the Karasuno setter.

___

It was night time, pretty close to 8 PM and you were certain that you never wanted to leave. It was one of those times that you just never wanted to end - for it to last forever. His laughing echoing into the night and the lights from street lamps shining against him, he looked truly like a prince. He was still in his Karasuno tracksuit and sitting on the bench at the park he mentioned with you right next to him. You guys stopped at the same convenience store to buy some snacks, making this semi-date a picnic.

Actually you weren't sure if this was a date, he never really said it was date. He just asked you to hangout, nothing specific. Your gut twisted, you definitely had a brewing crush on the male. But what about him? There was no romantic intent he was giving off, no hand holding or compliments, only jokes and smiles.

You laid your back against the the support of the bench you sat on, conflicted. You tried your best not to show it as the man next to you kept cracking jokes and you would half-heartedly laugh along with him. There was a small bag that was once filled with all sorts of treats and drinks. It was near empty now and it resided underneath your legs. Its been a couple hours since you two have been sitting here, not that you mind but you still have to be wary of being able to catch the bus before the last one pulls off.

Sugawara was having quite literally the time of his life as he sat next to you. You were endearing and he could tell you were listening intently to everything he said which made me swell with the upmost importance. You made him feel important despite knowing you for only a short amount of time - he felt as if he could never tire of your company. He had to get to know you more.

Your head rested against the back of the bench, the harsh and soft glows of the streetlights illuminated your face as you laid there. Sugawara looked over at you. A soft smile played on your lips, eyes closed in content, and a sweet laughter escaping your body. It trembled your body in the best of ways and he just couldn't look away from you.

"Well, what time do you have to go?" he tore his eyes away from you. You lazily peered down at your phone screen and saw it was 9 PM at night and you sat up quickly. It alerted Sugawara and he watched you with worried eyes.

"We have to run, where's the nearest station?" you jumped off the bench and waited for him to do the same. He looked at you blankly before smiling and jumping up as well. He grabbed your hand into his own before rapidly pulling you in one direction.

"Well then lets run!"

After 10 minutes of a sort of jog/sprint, you made it the bus station completely out of breath. You were definitely not in as good as shape as him as he seemed to not even be heaving by the time you guys made it. His hand was still clutching yours desperately, he really didn't want to let you go.

"I can't believe, huff, that we made it!" you could tell you were slightly sweaty. You were running in your school flats, jumping and leaping over small holes on the pathway - it sure as hell wasn't easy.

"With time to spare!" he smiled and helped you to sit on the bench underneath the roof of the bus station. You were gasping for air and Sugawara grabbed the last tea from the bag and handed it to you. You shook your head and pushed it away, what if he wanted it?

He sighed, "if you say so,"

"I'm good, see?" you gave a beaming smile his way and did his heart just stopped? Is he suffering a heart attack from the overwhelming cuteness?

The bus rolled to a stop in front of you two and he helped you back up off the seat and to the bus's doors. He held your hand in his again, tight again. He held you back right as the doors opened.

"Where do you live?" and you tell him. Sugawara's eyes widened with happiness and surprise, "I don't live too far from there!"

You smiled, perfect. You got up and gave him a slight peck on the cheek, "then let's go together."

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jesus i did not expect for that sweet of an ending my teeth are rotting. this seems like a dream tho

[proudlylost]

My 6+1 favorite SPN fics: AU

After the SPN finale I kinda got sucked back into the fandom. The excessive amount of fanfiction reading ensued (I re-read all of my SPN fic favorites and then some) and I realised I have actually read quite a lot of them. So I thought I could share them, to highlight all the talented authors there is and also to gather all of my favorites into the one place. This post contain my favorite AU fics, the SPN universe edition of this fic rec can be found here.

Ninety One Whiskey by komodobits

“In the spring of 1944, the 104th Medical Battalion of the United States Army is disbanded, and its men reassigned to various infantry companies in preparation for their invasion of occupied France. For First Lieutenant Novak, this is less than helpful, as he has so far met his platoon’s designated medic a grand total of twice, and has both times found Sergeant Winchester to be the optimum combination of reckless, arrogant, and downright insufferable so as to make cohesive platoon function near impossible. When the time comes to move out, however, Castiel has to reconcile himself to the fact that men are going to go down and trust that Dean Winchester may well be the only person who can put them back together again. WW2 ETO infantry AU. “ 

READ! THIS! Well, there is some really disturbing war related and time period related stuff, but if you can stomach that, read it! Along with the Angel’s Wild, this is my favorite fanfiction. This fic is heart wrenching and so, so good.The characterization is on point. Historical accuracy is on point. Slow burn is on point. Everything is just perfect. However, as I said, this fic is heavy stuff. There is some serious angst (I cried. I almost never cry when reading) and trauma. But there is glimmers of hope, even if sometimes it feels hopeless. Expected recovery time: at least two weeks. Word Count:  401,183. Explicit

Angel’s wild by LimonadeGaby and riseofthefallenone

“But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels.

Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right?

That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.”

This was first longer fic that I read from Supernatural fandom and I fell in love. So this is “the fic that got me into the fandom” but I have read it multiple times since and it is still very, very good. I love everything about this fic. It is very original and the lore is amazing. I love how Dean and Cas are both quite young (in Cas’s case, relatively speaking) and how their love develops (slow burn! <3) I love how Cas is described and I love how he communicates (unintentionally) with flowers. You can also read this without having any knowledge of supernatural series (like I did) which is always impressive for a fic. Wor count:  389, 271. Explicit

For All You Young Hockey Players Out There, Pay Attention by thursdaysfallenangel

“Dean Winchester knows two things about hockey, two things his dad made sure he knew. One, hockey is a guy’s sport, and two, hockey is family. Hockey meant Sam and Bobby and Benny and Victor and Gabriel and hell, his entire team. So when Victor gets traded, Russian-star-turned-new-teammate Castiel Krushnic becomes a threat. As much as Dean hates him for that, the longer he sticks around, the more he begins to threaten that first rule too. Dean’s been taught his whole life that those who play hockey should not be captivated by deep accented voices and the way a guy handles his stick, so how the hell is he supposed to justify what he’s starting to think about Cas? All Dean wanted at the beginning of the season was to win, and now all he wants to do is figure out how he feels about Cas and how to deal with it without ruining his career and tearing his family apart. “

Ah, three of my absolute favourite things smashed into the same fic: sports, slow burn and enemies to lovers. This fic has lots of cameos from supernatural characters, because hockey teams require lots of players. So it is easy to spot your favorite character in this fic. This fic is probably one of may favorites, because of the sport environment (Outside the fandom, I have been super into sports. Like so much I have several national championships medals from my sport. Anyway, not a point here): also the sexual tension between Dean and Cas is so good, especially when they are pumped with the adrenaline. You don’t really need to understand sports to enjoy this fic, though. Word count:  143,592. Explicit

Formula Won by cardinalwrites

“Of all the places Castiel Novak thought he would take in his career, an internship as a Formula One Paddock Correspondent (or journalist, for short) was most definitely not one of them for a few reasons. One: He had no clue what the hell Formula One was. Two: He knew nothing about sports in general. And Three: He should not fall in love with the people he’s supposed to be asking hard-hitting questions to, least of all the head driver of one of the oldest and most well-renowned teams in the sport’s history.

This is a love story told around the world through the eyes of the person that knows the least about where he has found himself in. Come follow a 20-race season finding love in the lost, learning the truth, and figuring out what the hell Formula One is along the way.”

Another sports fic with a slow burn. This is probably not everyone’s cup of tea, because there is quite a lot information about formula one, and the reading experience is more enjoyable if already know about formulas/do your research. Don’t let it stop you though, because this fic is very good. The friendship between Dean and Cas is very natural, and later the romance as well. The plot is very engaging and the drama inside the formula one organization is so good. This fic is also not so “heavy” as the other ones in my list (of course, there are problems along the way, but even the fic’s tags say there will be fluff). The rating is T, which is kinda surprising, because I did not notice it until I already had read the whole fic. Word count: 123,777. Teen

Have Love, Will Travel by squeemonster

Castiel Novak is a reclusive writer with a childhood so tragic it's left him terrified to leave his home—until his overbearing brother, Gabriel, drags him out for a night on the town full of booze and strip clubs, and he encounters Dean Winchester, a mesmerizing and mysterious stripper with secrets of his own. Both men find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, and soon Dean's private dances for Castiel become much more, as both men confess their troubles and find solace in each other's company. But neither can seem to find the courage to take their relationship further than the intimacy of the club's VIP Room—and just when Dean's own brother gives him the excuse he needs to finally admit his feelings, Dean discovers something that brings it all crumbling down. Will they find a way past their demons and their trust issues, and back to each other?

This is one of the fandom classics and quite rightfully so. Both Dean and Cas have issues, in other words: what’s new? The sexual chemistry between them was so good and well written, but there is also angst and mental health issues (mostly Cas). Sam is quite young in this fic, but manages to be very much a little brother. I honestly loved this fic when I was a bit younger, but I think it is still very good and deserves its place in this list. Word count  94,054. Explicit

Pick It All Up by thepinupchemist

Army veteran Castiel Novak is a wreck after his tour in Afghanistan, brought home to his brother's apartment in Lawrence, Kansas with scars both mental and physical. He copes poorly, and during one night of bad decision making, meets somebody just as much of a disaster as he is -- a prostitute named Dean Winchester. And suddenly, two damaged men might not be as irreparable as they believed.

Ah, it seems that I’m incapable of picking nice, fluffy, happy fanfics. This certainly is not one of them. There is full warnings in the tags, because there is some triggering stuff: PTSD, mentions of past abuse, alcoholism etc. But, this is also very healing story in its own way (It has happy ending. I guess I can spoil that because it reads in the tags) . I avoided this fic for a long time, because the prostitute!Dean tag scared me away, but this was so worth of reading (as I said, happy ending)! Gabriel is super supportive and sweet brother and Dean and Cas are dysfunctional but they work so well despite all the trauma they have endured. Word count:  126,611. Explicit

Bonus: Twist and Shout by gabriel and standbyme

What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Well, I don’t think this fic needs any introductions. This is the fic, the most popular in SPN fandom and one of the most popular ones in the whole ao3. I thought that I could read this, because I don’t generally have many triggers, despite all the warnings. I was a wreck during reading. And I have managed to read it once and I can’t make myself read it again. But it is good and amazingly written. This fic plucks every emotion out of you and does anything it pleases with them. You have been warned. Word count:  97,556. Explicit

(When I wrote this fic rec I also realised I have a serious problem with long fics. Like, most of my favorites are at least 100,000 words. At this point I think I don’t even consider a fic to be slow burn, unless it takes several days to complete the fic. Oops)