#there will probably always be a barrier between them but at least they are calm

[adventures-with-aspen]

It’s taken 2 years to get to this point

[acid-ixx]

Now that someone mentioned Connor as a possible love interest I think he will be a good choice. He obviously feels a similar kind of anger at his own father(s) so they could connect thanks to it. And his super hearing and other abilities will make it possible for him to always know when something is wrong with reader. I see reader being in shock that someone wants to be there for them and dismissing any yandere tendencies, toxic traits in favour of keeping Connors attention. Not like they could loose it no matter what they do, Connor is to obsessed and I could see him being dependent on his darling.

a/n: since i am more familiar with the animated series (young justice) for conner kent and i feel your ask is describing his version so i'm basing it off of him! but yes you are so fr in this. i will never not go too far when it comes to rambling, i love long asks hehe.

it was temporarily stated in chapter one that you had your momentary bouts of anger and that in itself already paved its way into conner's heart because of course most would be put off with the rage that he kindles within. you two would really be some sort of match made in heaven— it's like you deeply understand the intensity of his emotion, and you both share that bond nobody could deter; it being anger towards your parent/s and the inability to be accepted or nor noticed/your feelings being invalidated most of the time.

but because of the level of power between you, you being human and him literally being a carbon copy of superman, conner would be incredibly overprotective and possessive of you. and i'm not just implying that he would give anyone within a fifty mile radius a death glare, no, you would literally be glued to his figure all the time.

that means a hand on either your shoulders, your waist, or hips. if you were the shy type, then expect him always holding your hands or wrist. but if you don't mind the weird display of pda, then you'll be lucky enough to have the rights to smother your face in his chest whenever and wherever— sometimes that would even be his go signal to tell anybody off whenever you feel the slightest bit of discomfort.

but other than the advantages of being with him (protective guard dog 24/7), you would pretty much lose every sense of independence nor privacy. which isn't losing much since you already have your mad family on your tail constantly tracking you down and probably a huge bounty on your head— but at least you have your boyfriend with you, right?

with the lack of attention you were given to as a child, one given willingly without the need to ask for is basically a heaven for you. and with his powers? babe, you don't even need to ask for him to take you away to somewhere safer because he could already hear your heartbeats thumping louder and louder.

speaking of superhearing; a way to calm your boyfriend down quickly and efficiently would be laying his head on your chest. you'd probably discover the method later on your relationship, but as much as conner loves to hear your heartbeats from any distance, he loves it all the more when the only barrier that keeps him away from your beating heart would be your skin and your ribcage.

since conner was raised with the lack of physical contact and he's the type to push people away, your physical affection towards him is something he doesn't even know he craves, not until he tastes it for himself.

you wouldn't even feel the need to tell creeps off anymore! because conner is out there intimidating every person who dares to show the slightest bit of romantic intentions towards you.

so really, is it so bad if he wants you all for himself?

you both eventually gain a codependent relationship with each other— but it's not like any of you would leave each other wanting for more, because you both are more than enough for each other.

and conner thinks it's better off if it would only be the two of you in this world.

screw your family.

[bluelocksource]

Oliver Aiku’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible 2)

"I'm the final barrier for Japanese soccer to be reborn!!"

☆ Character colors: Navy, fluorescent yellow.

☆ Weapons: Strong physical abilities, highly developed 'eyes' for spatial awareness, a 'body' skilled in dashing and jumping, and covering.

☆ Birthday: 30th June.

☆ Current age: 19.

☆ Zodiac: Cancer.

☆ Birthplace: Stockholm, Sweden.

☆ Family structure: Father (dual heritage: Swedish & German). Mother (Japanese). Older Sister. Himself, Younger Sister.

☆ Current height: 190 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: Right foot.

☆ Blood type: B.

☆ Motto: "Live according to your means."

☆ Starts playing football: At age 3.

☆ Hobbies: Mahjong, horse racing, pachinko "Not saying I bet money."

☆ Favorite food: Mouko (Mongolian) Tanmen Nakamoto's spicy ramen. "I generally like spicy foods." + Shin ramyeon (EB2).

☆ Disliked food: Corn. "Those things always gets stuck between my teeth."

☆ What goes best with rice: Squid salted with salt (ikano shio-kara). "It’d be perfect with some alcohol. Ah… wait, I’m still 19."

☆ Favorite animal: Chicks. "Watching a lot of chicks soothes me."

☆ Favorite season: Summer. "You can see swimsuits."

☆ Favorite football player: Virgil van Dijk.

☆ Favorite manga: Chi: Chikyuu no Undou ni Tsuite (Orb: On the Movements of the Earth). "Currently into it."

☆ Magazine he frequently read: Da Vinci. "I just casually flip through it, but it’s interesting."

☆ Favorite TV show: Live camera of night views. "I like watching it alone, zoning out."

☆ Favorite movie: Jurassic Park. "The first movie in the series is amazing."

☆ Favorite song: "CALL ME" by YOSHII LOVINSON.

☆ Favorite celebrity: "The comedian I'm into right now, New York." ( New York (ニューヨーク) is a Japanese comedy duo.)

☆ What makes him happy: Anything that feels good (self-censorship).

☆ What makes him upset: Painful things (self-censorship).

☆ What he thinks his strength is: Calm, rational, realistic.

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: He likes to gamble and looking for a relationship that is difficult to predict. "I like gambling and tend to seek relationships that can't be predicted."

☆ What made him cry recently: “I haven’t cried in a while.”

☆ Favorite/best subject: P.E.

☆ Weak/least favorite subject: Math. "I don't get it at all."

☆ Ideal type:  Someone who doesn't seem to be bothered by a breakup. "Someone who doesn't seem like they'd be a hassle to break up with."

☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: 13. "I'm not that fond of chocolate."

☆ At what age he experiences first love: 7 years old. "I liked every girl in my class."

☆ The first time he got confessed to: “Generally, even if someone confesses to me, I don’t date them. I prefer being the one to confess. I like the challenge of making them fall for me.”

☆ Fixation: Waist, butt, lips, eyes. "Anything er*tic works."

☆ Average sleeping time: 7 hours.

☆ How he spend his holiday: “Look for someone to hang out with (either guys or girls) and just have fun.”

☆ When taking a bath, which part he washes first: Hair roots. "Because they're smelly from sweat."

☆ What he usually buy from the convenience store: Shin Ramyeon or Mongolian Tanmen Nakamoto cup noodles.

☆ What will he do if he received 100 million yen: "Live it up. Party until I run out of money."

☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: "Probably around 10 years old."

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: New soccer cleats.

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: "No plan, just spend the day randomly."

☆ Favorite historical figure: Uesegi Kenshin. "The war god who lived by honor, I really like him."

☆ If he hadn’t encountered soccer, what will he be doing: “I’d be a teacher. My class would be fun. It’d be super laid-back!”

☆ If he could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be: Acohol. “I’ll drink it when I turn 20! I’ll drink when I turn 20, okay!”

☆ If he had a time machine, would he go to the past or the future: The future. I want to see how Japanese soccer has evolved!”

* The crossed words are the changes made from twitter’s answer to the answer from Egoist Bible.

His original tagline:

日本サッカーが生まれ変わるための 愛空(おれ) は最後の壁だ!! "Aiku is (I'm) the final barrier for Japanese soccer to be reborn!!"

Last updated: 13/11/2024

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

[artzzyb00-27]

{🧡Opposite Ends🧡}

Wassup fuckers, back again with a Mikey oneshots. I'm working on a Haikyuu story that is becoming a huge project of mine so I would appreciate if when it comes out y'all could go give it support.(these are copy pasted from Wattpad cause it's easier. Would yall want the Haikyuu story too? Can't promise quick updates, I'm still in highschool level of education)

Reader and the turtles have been best friends since they were little. When they were thirteen Splinter took reader in after her building burned down. She was mute so when she was confronted with teenage mutant turtles sneaking out of their home to get snacks, there wasn't much of a reaction.

After moving in they became close. The physical differences weren't a problem, and neither was the language barrier. They made it work, because that's what family does. They adjust to ones needs, mentally or emotionally. Even physically. Becoming the sister of Leo, Donnie, Raph, and Mikey had definitely been an adventure. A way of describing it was that every day was a party.

Every night was a rollercoaster. Ups and downs, twists and unpredictable moments where everything flipped upside down and it seemed like it wouldn't go back right up. These moments were when Leo and Raph argued about literally anything. Or whenever one of the brothers poked fun at reader and Leo intervened like the big brother he was to her.

Sometimes it was overwhelming, and she would get mad at him. While it was nice for him to come to her defense so quickly, it wasn't needed all the time. Like whenever Mikey flirted with her. It wasn't like he actually meant it. And Leo would always say that it wasn't appropriate, or that he shouldn't be joking around like that.

A part of her agreed with Leo, Mikey shouldn't be joking. Because otherwise it was definitely sending mixed to reader about how he really felt. She gained a small crush on the orange turtle about a year after moving into the lair. Then after the incident with Shredder and the Kraang, she began to accept the fact that though she had feelings for him, they would most likely never happen. For multiple reasons, the main one being she wasn't as pretty as the other girls he would fawn over. The other was she couldn't talk, she was worried that if anything did happen between them, he grow bored of her being quiet and break things off.

She didn't want that. For herself and everyone else around her. So when Casey and April came over and Mikey had begun his flirting spree with her, she simply smiled and walked away to her room. Headphones on and blasting music so she could calm down.

Leo glared at the little brother and just walked into the dojo to meditate about whatever he need to think about. Raph rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his little brothers shoulder.

"Ignore Leo, you've got a strong chance." Mikey smiled at his brother, appreciating the support from at least one sibling. Donnie had always just kept his distance in these situations and ignored everything. But it was obvious he didn't agree with Leo's stand on the topic either.

"What was that? Does Leo have a crush on reader too or something?" Casey asked making Mikey overthink some very traumatizing scenarios. Raph threw a look at the older man who regretted opening his mouth.

"Nice going Case'" The red turtle mumbled audible enough for everyone in the living room to hear.

"I'm just saying, jeez. Besides, real talk, don't worry 'bout it Mike. I'm sure she likes you too. Should've seen her worried after you guys went to Brazil and we were stuck in holding." That made the young turtle optimistic, but it was shut down by his brain saying that she was probably just worried about them as a whole. He wouldn't blame her, they had been exposed to the police at the time.

"I don't know. Sometimes,.. I think I take it too far. Like Leo's right, I don't know boundaries like he does."

"Did he say that to ya'?" Raph asked shocked that golden boy would be mean to the youngest of the ninja. Thankfully Mikey shook his head but it still left the question. "So why do you think that?"

The orange clad mutant just shrugged and walked into his room and started drawing in the giant sketchbook Splinter had snagged for him during Christmas a couple years ago. After ten minutes of sketching, a knock on his door was heard.

"Come in!" The door opened to reveal Casey. He walked in while closing the door and sat down next to Mikey.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, totally! Why'd ya ask?" Casey gave a look. Not a normal one. Not one that showed simple emotion. One that showed a sign of knowing. Or that let Mikey know, 'Don't lie to me.'

"Real smooth earlier Romeo." Mikey sighed while closing his sketchbook while looking away embarrassed. Of all people to razz on him on wooing someone. Casey was definitely the one he'd least expect.

"Do you think Leo's right?" Mikey turned his head to look at Casey again. A raised eyebrow was what he got. "About,... you know,... accepting," he gestured to his body. "All this?" Casey shrugged and looked down.

"I wouldn't know. At least not like that." This time it was Mikey's turn to look confused. The older male sighed and continued, "When I was in school, someone used to make fun of me because of my accent. My family is Mexican. So my English used to come out really iffy."

"Does April know?" The turtle asked. He knew stuff like this happened. One of the things about topside he didn't like. Casey shook his head.

"She only knows that I faced backlash due to my situation. I told her when I asked her to be my girlfriend. Felt like she needed to know. Or maybe I needed her to know. About both things." There was a pause to see if Mikey understood what he was saying. It looked like he did, because the orange-clad turtle smiled mildly but he continued to cement the idea. "Want my advice? I say do what makes you happy. Not Leo. Not some dumb unwritten rule about relationships. It's your life. Something I'll talk yo Leo for ya'."

Mikey smiled and swooped Casey up into a hug. Now standing up, Casey realized how big the youngest mutant was. He smiled and hugged back patting his shell. Something his dad used to do before.

He watched Mikey walk out of his room and head to where reader was. He saw from the open door, Mikey talking to reader. With what seemed like a nervous smile. Then it turned solemn. Then reader jumped onto Mikey and kissed his cheek. Mikey then hugged back and lightly spun them around.

Casey caught sight of Leo walking out of the dojo and basically ran over to him. Raph, who was chatting with Donnie on the couches, watched the small man run to the eldest brother and practically tug him to Splinter's meditation room.

Whatever was discussed in that room, made Leo not say anything about reader or Mikey's relationship. After a while, he even became more and more happy for them. Reader specifically, guess that older brother energy never truly does go away.

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

kiridai + haizaki if they were dog owners attending a puppy class

Hanamiya Makoto

Bought a breed that needs good socialisation (I’m thinking a serious police lines Dutch Shepherd cause he’d want something with brains and drive but also something not “normie” as a Malinois) so puppy class it is to get the dog amiable around others.

The dog acts like it’s perfectly trained half the time: just a couple months old and already has perfect focus, and obviously Hanamiya goes above and beyond with training in his spare time, so the dog responds to cues perfectly, and Hanamiya has perfect timing with marking and rewarding behaviours because he’s just that sort of person

The other half of the time, the dog is kicking off because another puppy looked at them. 

And the trainer’s telling Hanamiya just to relax, shorten up his leash a bit, take a deep breath, but they can see his eyes just glazing over with fury every time the barking starts up again.

It hurts having to alternate between “Hanamiya, can you and [dog] demonstrate this behaviour because [dog] does it perfectly” and “right, someone will go get a barrier to calm [dog] down a bit” but Hanamiya’s going to have to get used to it, because that’s what you buy with an police lines import. 

The dog is always going to be a bit nuts, just like his owner ;) 

(Don’t choose a serious dog breed for clout as a first time owner, how about that Makoto?)

Seto Kentaro 

For Seto, I’m thinking he buys a small lapdog type terrier, maybe an English toy terrier, or maybe an English bulldog (although obviously I don’t recommend buying a breed with as many health issues as the English bulldog, and I’m pretty sure Seto would at least do the research on that sort of thing) 

Anyway, Seto’s the biggest guy with the smallest dog

Like when the puppy takes its mid-class snooze, he curls up on Seto’s shoe and he’s half the size of his owner’s foot. 

The main issue that they need to work on is separation anxiety; because Seto never really goes anywhere, the poor dog’s expects his owner to be with him all the time. So if Seto needs to go to the toilet and hands someone the leash, the poor puppy is just stood there whining sadly Seto’s back. He’s just too used to having his 6ft4 guardian with him at all times. 

Anyhow, Seto’s a weird one to teach because he’s not the world’s best dog trainer - he tends to be quite casual about everything, and he’s not hugely strict so in turn the dog’s quite 50/50 about actually following commands. (Think Seto saying “down”, puppy just staring at him while wagging his tail like mad and not making any move to lie down, until Seto’s like, “fuck it, you’re too cute for your own good” and gives him the treat anyway)

But the thing is, despite this half-hearted attitude to training, Seto knows the theory like it’s no one’s business. The trainer will offer him some advice and  Seto’s like “oh, so just using the Premack Principle?” or “so just conditioning more cut-off signals while they’re still sub-threshold?” 

Like, yes but how do you know those words? Spend less time reading and more time working your dog please

(And please join me in imagining the trainer telling Seto to call his dog away with kissy sounds or a high-pitched voice, rather than pulling on the leash, and the sheer awkwardness on Seto’s face as he attempts his best baby voice.)

Yamazaki Hiroshi

Thought he wanted a proper working lines dog (some sort of spaniel breed probably) because he read on the internet that they’re healthier and “perfect for [his] active lifestyle” but he didn’t realise how much work a working line dog needs and now he’s come to the puppy class in desperate need of help. 

Dark circles under his eyes and his hands are permanently covered in cuts and scars from those sharp little puppy teeth

But despite the wounds, he adores his little dog and his little dog adores him 

(Shame they express it by trying to chomp on his poor skin) 

Yamazaki’s the guy who’s always absent-mindedly petting his dog even when the trainer tells him not to while working on a certain behaviour

Yamazaki’s also that guy who’s always taking notes after class, always asking questions (comes back every week like “about the biting...”), and he always does his homework, so his dog shows the most improvement by the end of the course

He gets the little graduation certificate and he’s trying to bite back the happy/proud tears (meanwhile the dog’s trying its damnedest to get a hold of the certificate and rip it to shreds)

Furuhashi Kojiro

He’s just a good conscientious owner who did all the research before he bought his puppy, and has been training them from the beginning and figured a puppy class was the right thing to do just in case

(N.B. I have absolutely no idea what kind of dog Furu would want cause, in my mind, he’s normally a cat person. But I’m assuming that a rare and quiet breed that’s not the most clingy would be right up Furu’s alley, so Kishu Ken it is.)  

Honestly Furu rocks up to the puppy class and both his and the puppy’s minds are a bit blown: Furuhashi’s because he didn’t realise how little everyone else had trained their puppies, and the puppy’s because it’s gone from being used to life with its quiet owner in a quiet house going on quiet walks to a classroom surrounded by lots of other very excited dogs

But the puppy soon settles, as does Furuhashi, and for the most part, their time at the puppy classes goes quite smoothly 

(As it often does if people just do their homework between classes)

The only time they have any issues is in any exercise where Furuhashi has to be a bit more animate

Like an exercise where you make your voice and body language all excited to get the dog riled up so they can learn to calm down as soon as you calm down: Furuhashi’s idea of “getting excited” is one small awkward and a monotone “good puppy”

Meanwhile the puppy’s staring at him like “he’s a bit boring, but he’s my bit boring”

(And on a separate note, Furuhashi definitely ends up bringing his sister to some of classes. She’s still staying with their parents, who won’t let her get a dog, so she’s living vicariously through Furu’s dog ownership. And, Furu being the good big brother that he is, only encourages her interests. So if she wants to be around puppies more, he takes her to the classes. And if she’s getting bored, he hands her his puppy’s leash so that she can do the exercises and get the trainer’s guidance instead of him.)

Hara Kazuya

The dog is Hara’s partner’s/friend’s, but Hara comes along for moral support and to play with the other puppies before the class starts

Actually, you know what, we’ll say this is an older characters AU where Yamazaki and Hara are roommates and he’s come with Zaki and his lunatic spaniel

Hara takes the “class” in “puppy class” seriously, and by that I mean he acts like a class clown as if he’s still in school - he views a successful class as a class where he makes the trainer laugh at least once, and flirts with one of the assistants at least once

Zaki’s probably wondering why he asked Hara to come because now, every time a puppy starts barking, Hara’s whispering in their ear “Hanamiya when someone tells him to be nice”; or a puppy pees all over the floor and then it’s “you after a night out”

Having said that, Hara’s also a great training tool cause puppies love him and he always gets them very over-excited 

So, when the homework was working on your puppies not jumping up on people, the trainer gets Hara to be the guinea pig, cause he’s the ultimate test

Haizaki Shougo 

Probably only attending the classes because he was court ordered to be there or something after his dog’s already showing dangerous behaviour - Haizaki’s the kind of owner who could screw up a puppy, but he’s also the kind who buys a puppy who’s probably genetically screwed up

He falls for those horrid guard breed puppy ads online (you know the ones - with the pictures of barking dogs Photoshopped into flames or whatever and with the caption like “UNREAL DRIVE!! CRAZY STRUCTURE!! SUPER PROTECTIVE!! buy your bundle of joy from us today, perfect for a first time owner <3)

(In case you don’t know what I mean, think something like this)

Anyway so Haizaki gets a Presa Canario, maybe a bully, or maybe a Tosa Inu cause he’s in Japan and, if anyone in KNB is interested in dog fighting, it’s Haizaki because he’s just not a great person

Haizaki rocks up to classes very reluctantly and could not care less about them

He keeps letting the leash get too long so his puppy keeps getting in the other dog’s faces and upsetting them; he’s on his phone half the time; and he just doesn’t take on board any advice

For example the trainer talks to him about loose leash walking and Haizaki just zones out - cause in his mind, there’s no point putting the effort in to train them when he’s a big guy who can easily hold back even a 40kg dog

So the trainer thinks Haizaki’s pretty much a lost cause, poor dog, etc

But then, one fateful day, when the dog’s barking their head off for the thousandth time, the trainer gives Haizaki a tip and it works! 

And something clicks in Haizaki’s brain and he realises he doesn’t have to put up with his dog being a ‘nuisance’ - he can just put some effort in and train them and make life happier for the both of them

After that things are much smoother sailing and Haizaki actually starts engaging with the class and asking the trainer for advice on the (many) other issues the dog has

It takes a while for Haizaki and the puppy to graduate out of the class, just because of all the damage that needs undoing, but the fact that Haizaki sticks around, even after his court-ordered time is up, is already good news 

The dog will never be 100% in certain environments but at least they walk nicely for the most part and knows some commands

And it’s safe to say that, when Haizaki spots the dog trainer a few months later, they’re the first teacher that Haizaki’s ever stopped to say hello to

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Three

Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Three: Clouded Sight

Summary: Spock and Kollos mind-link, which proves interesting and solves one problem, but there are always more to come.

            On the Bridge, a small barrier had been set up around Spock’s station. Kollos’s container sat behind it, so when Spock stepped up with the visor in his hand, he was sure to be the only one to see Kollos.

            (Y/N) touched Spock’s fingers with their own before he nodded to them and walked behind the screen. He knelt and opened the container. The green light shone from behind the screen. (Y/N) held their breath, closing their eyes and focusing on the emotions radiating around them. Kollos’s held no malice, just calm as he joined with Spock. (Y/N)’s shoulders sagged in relief that there was no danger in Kollos. At least this wouldn’t be like the situation with Henoch.

            Spock-Kollos straightened behind the screen and walked out. The entire Bridge gazed at him curiously, wondering if it had worked. Kirk glanced at (Y/N), and they nodded. Kollos’s emotions radiated from Spock’s body.

            Spock-Kollos looked over the bridge; their eyes only paused on (Y/N) and Jones. It wasn’t that much of a surprise to (Y/N), though. The Spock part loved them, and (Y/N) suspected the Kollos part loved Jones. Some people would get jealous of seeing their boyfriend’s body look lovingly at another person, but (Y/N) could differentiate between Spock and Kollos and knew their boyfriend only loved them, so seeing Kollos love Jones didn’t affect them.

            Spock-Kollos smiled (though any emotion shown was likely more Kollos than Spock. Probably completely Kollos and not Spock. This was a little weird to see). “This is delightful. I know you…” said Spock-Kollos. “All of you!”

            “James Kirk, Captain and friend for many years,” said Spock-Kollos. They smiled at Bones. “And Leonard McCoy…” They chuckled. “…also of long acquaintance.” Spock-Kollos’s eyes landed on (Y/N), and a wider smile spread across their face. “(Y/N)…who means more to me than I can say. ‘To see the bright eyes of the dear one.��� ” Spock-Kollos gazed happily at (Y/N)’s golden eyes as they crinkled in a smile.

            “That’s not Spock,” said Bones as he heard the poetry.

            Spock-Kollos’s smile fell, and they raised an eyebrow. “Are you surprised to find that I’ve read Byron, Doctor?”

            (Y/N) snorted. Now that was definitely Spock’s mind.

            “That’s Spock!” said Bones in delight.

            “Am I addressing the Ambassador?” asked Kirk.

            “In part,” said Spock-Kollos. “That is, part of us is known to you as Kollos.” Their eyes landed on Jones, and (Y/N) suppressed a smile as Kollos’s emotions spiked in happiness upon seeing her. “Ah, Miranda…There you are. ‘Oh brave new world that has such creatures in it.’ ”

            “ ‘Tis new to thee,’ ” finished Jones.

            “My world is next for us,” said Spock-Kollos. They gazed at her for a moment before turning to Kirk. “Captain Kirk, I speak for all of us you call Medusans. I am sorry for the trouble I’ve brought to your ship.”

            “We don’t hold you to blame for what happened,” assured Kirk. “And thank you now for your help.

            Spock-Kollos nodded. “And now, to the business at hand. With your permission, Captain.”

            “Yes. Mr. Sulu, release the helm to Mr. Spock,” said Kirk.

            “Aye, sir.” Sulu stood, and Spock-Kollos took his seat.

            They get to work immediately. They worked the controls carefully with a skill very few possessed. “Coordination is complete.”

            “Then go ahead, Spock, Ambassador Kollos,” said (Y/N).

            “Warp 1 in six seconds,” said Spock-Kollos. “Five…four…three…two…one…zero.”

            The Enterprise moved forward on a charter course back to their own galaxy. Lights flashed around them as they flew, but they didn’t stop. With a final bright explosion, the Enterprise broke back into their original galaxy.

            “Position report, please, Mr. Chekov,” said Kirk.

            “Our position…Our position is so close to the point where we entered the void that the difference isn’t worth mentioning,” said Chekov in amazement. “Bullseye, Mr. Spock.”

            “Good job, Spock, Ambassador Kollos,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Thank you, (Y/N),” said Spock-Kollos.

            “Take over, Mr. Sulu,” said Kirk in satisfaction. “Thank you, Ambassador.” Spock-Kollos stood. “Mr. Chekov, plot a new course.”

            “The new heading will be plotted in a minute, sir,” said Chekov.

            Spock-Kollos felt their chest. “How compact your bodies are…and what a variety of senses you have!” They smiled broadly. “This thing you call language, though—most remarkable. You depend on it for so very much. But is any one of you really its master?” Their smile fell. “But most of all, the aloneness…You are so alone. You live out your lives in this shell of flesh, self-contained, separate…how lonely you are…how terribly lonely…”

            (Y/N) shivered at the cloud of melancholy around Spock-Kollos. They could only imagine how Spock felt with his emotions so intertwined with the second mind in his body. “Ambassador…I believe it’s time to sever the link.”

            “So soon?” asked Spock-Kollos with a frown.

            “We can’t wait,” said (Y/N).

            “You are wise,” said Spock-Kollos. They nodded and stepped around the screen. They knelt, and Kollos’s container opened.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened a fraction too late. “The visor!” they cried. “Spock!” He cried out, and (Y/N) covered their mouth in horror.

            “Don’t move! No one is to move,” ordered Kirk.

            “Spock? Are you alright?” asked (Y/N) hesitantly.

            Spock stood, a wild look in his eyes, and a tinge of fear twirled across (Y/N)’s skin. Their eyes widened. He was deeply disturbed if he showed any sort of emotion.

            “Spock, you’re alright. You’re safe,” said Kirk, holding out his hands.

            Spock grabbed his wrists roughly, and they began to push at each other. Spock threw Kirk to the side, and Bones jumped up. Spock easily hit him aside, and even Sulu and Chekov were shoved away from him.

            (Y/N) moved in front of Spock, and he faltered. Even in his insanity, his heart leapt at the sight of them. They reached out and touched his head, closing their eyes and drawing at his madness. Spock’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he collapsed, unconscious.

            “He’s barely breathing,” said Bones grimly, quickly checking his pulse. “Help me get him to Sickbay!”

            “Spock…” murmured (Y/N) worriedly. They couldn’t bring him out of this type of madness on their own. They looked at Jones. They needed a telepath. (Y/N)’s blood ran cold when they saw no concern in Jones’s aura.

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            (Y/N) sat beside Jones and Spock in Sickbay. As they kept the madness at bay, Jones attempted to bring Spock’s logical mind back. So far, they were having no luck, but (Y/N) had a terrible feeling Jones wasn’t trying as hard as she could.

            Outside of the room, Kirk and Bones’s anger and worry at the situation filtered in like a cloud, and (Y/N) took a deep breath to focus. Their attention was taken, however, when Kirk walked into Sickbay.

            “Who is it?” asked Jones. Her cloak of sensors lay on a table to the side.

            “Captain Kirk,” said (Y/N).

            “I have no news for you, Captain,” said Jones.

            “No change?” asked Kirk.

            “He’s…he’s struggling,” said (Y/N), voice hoarse.

            “What are you doing about it, Dr. Jones? (L/N) is holding his madness at bay, aren’t you bringing Spock’s mind back?” asked Kirk.

            “I’m doing what I can,” said Jones.

            “Which doesn’t seem to be much,” said Kirk, speaking what he knew (Y/N) would not.

            Jones scoffed. “No doubt you think I can wake him with a kiss.”

            “I doubt that would work with anyone other than (L/N),” said Kirk.

            “He’s a Vulcan,” said Jones.

            “Only half,” said (Y/N).

            “The other half is human, far more human than you, apparently,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) shivered as heat from Jones’s anger prickled their arms.

            “Face reality, Captain, his mind has gone down almost too far for me to reach,” said Jones.

            “I can feel him. He’s still there, he’s not dead yet, we have a chance,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes. “Why won’t you help him?”

            “Because that’s what you want, isn’t it?” said Kirk harshly.

            Jones tried to push past him. “That’s a lie!”

            Kirk grabbed her shoulders. “Oh, no, it isn’t. You want him to die. What did you do to him on the Bridge? Did you make him forget to put the visor over his eyes?”

            Jones emotions were a whirlwind, and (Y/N) took a step back from the telepath’s aura, holding Spock’s hand tightly. “You’re insane!” cried Jones, but there was a level of truth to Kirk’s accusations of her not completely desiring Spock’s recovery showing in her emotions of envy and satisfaction.

            “Yes, you know your rival, don’t you?” questioned Kirk. “You couldn’t keep him from making a mind-link with Kollos, something that you couldn’t do yourself. With my words, I’ll make you hear such ugliness as Spock saw when he looked at Kollos with his naked eyes.”

            Jones cried out at Kirk’s words.

            (Y/N) stepped forward and put their hand on Kirk’s shoulder. He looked at them in surprise before letting go of Jones and letting them face her.

            “Miranda…” said (Y/N) softly, and Jones looked at them. “Miranda, please. I love him. I know you love Kollos, I know you wish you could see him, but you can’t. I’m sorry. But please, don’t make me lose the man I love because of jealousy.”

            Jones stared at (Y/N), and a deep sadness enveloped them both. Jones’s emotions calmed into a steady melancholy. She wished to see who she loved and couldn’t. But she understood (Y/N) was right. She couldn’t punish Spock for her own jealousy.

            “I-You’re right. I’m sorry,” said Jones. She extended her hand. “Lead me back to him.”

            “Thank you, Miranda,” said (Y/N), taking Jones’s hand and guiding her to Spock’s side. (Y/N) took ahold of his hand, and Jones touched his temples. Together, the empath and telepath dove into Spock’s mind.

            Spock stirred, his hand gripping (Y/N)’s tighter. He jerked, and (Y/N) pushed their comforting emotions into him, calming him. And then he jerked up abruptly, furrowing his brow as he cleared his mind.

            “Spock!” cried (Y/N), hugging him tightly.

            Spock blinked in surprise. “Was it truly that surprising that I regained my logical mind?”

            (Y/N) let go and rolled their eyes. “Unbelievable.” But a smile appeared on their lips. That was their boyfriend.

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            Spock and (Y/N) deposited Kollos’s container on the transporter. They liked the Ambassador, but with the trouble they’d endured, they couldn’t help but be satisfied the ordeal would be over with.

            Jones entered behind them, wearing her sensory cloak once more.

            Bones shook her hand. “You have what you wanted most?”

            “I am one with Kollos,” said Jones.

            (Y/N) smiled. They had linked minds. Jones couldn’t see him, but their minds were one, and she was happy.

            “Well, I’m truly sorry that you’re leaving. Goodbye,” said Bones with a smile.

            Kirk stepped forward next, and Jones smiled at him. “We’ve come to the end of an eventful trip, Captain.”

            “I didn’t think you’d even talk to me,” said Kirk.

            “Well, I have you to thank for my future,” said Jones. She looked at (Y/N). “Both of you. Your words enabled me to see my mind was clouded.”

            (Y/N) smiled at Jones and nodded. “It was my pleasure.”

            Kirk smiled. “Miranda, good luck…health.” He pulled a rose from behind his back. “I have something for you.”

            Jones took it and smiled. “I suppose it has thorns.”

            “I never met a rose that didn’t,” said Kirk.

            Jones smiled and smelled the rose as she stepped up onto the transporter. She looked at Spock and (Y/N). “I know now the great joy you felt when you joined minds with Kollos.”

            “I rejoice in your knowledge and in your achievement,” said Spock honestly.

            “I understand, Mr. Spock, the glory of creation is in its infinite diversity,” said Jones.

            “And the ways our differences combine to create meaning—” Spock’s eyes turned to (Y/N) “—and beauty.”

            “I wish you and Kollos the best of luck,” said (Y/N), smiling at Jones.

            “And I wish you and Mr. Spock a long and happy life together,” said Jones, shaking (Y/N)’s hand before boarding the Transporter. She raised a hand in the Vulcan salute and smiled. “Live long and prosper.”

            “Live long and prosper,” repeated (Y/N) and Spock.

            And then Jones and Kollos were gone.

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            “So, are you still feeling alright? Mentally?” asked (Y/N), fretting over Spock as they sat him down in his quarters. Bones had ordered (and made sure Kirk followed up that order) Spock to go rest after the bout of madness.

            “I am fine,” said Spock, but he didn’t object to (Y/N)’s concerned hands on his face as their Celian physical affection came through in worry.

            “Are you sure?” said (Y/N).

            Spock reached up and took (Y/N)’s hands in his own. “Yes, T’hy’la. You saved me yet again.”

            “Well, me and Miranda,” said (Y/N).

            Spock looked at (Y/N) and pulled them so they sat beside him on his bed. “T’hy’la, without you, I would have lost myself many times. Do not push your abilities to the side.”

            (Y/N) smiled at him. “You’re so kind to me.”

            “I speak the truth,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) laughed at his usual logic and kissed him.

            Spock kissed back. In his mind, this counted as rest. And he didn’t particularly like listening to Bones’s orders anyways.

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[lumiambrose]

Blue lock matchup for @143---ily

I ship you with...

Yo Hiyori

not gonna lie this match up was tough. reading through your info reminded me of myself so much and that literally made everything 10 times harder.

BUT WE PULLED THROUGH.

so val and hiyori… (he’s so underrated ugh)

hiyori’s such a sweet guy honestly (we’re ignoring the fact he’s a self-proclaimed ultra sadist ok). deep down he’s such a sweet romantic and while he might struggle, he’ll try his best to show you.

at the beginning there was definitely a barrier between you two. don’t get me wrong, you get along great. but mans needs some time before he will properly open up to you. 

he’s not the best at expressing love, it’ll take him a while to get used to your presence and an even greater time to trust you. but once you show him you truly care about him and him as a person, he’s completely in love with you.

hiyori reminds me of a cat. he’s a soft and calm presence to be around. not too clingy. but not distant either. just right.

he’s a very attentive lover and within a couple weeks of dating he developed a sixth sense for you. 

while i don’t think he’s too hot on physical touch, he’ll always cave for you if you initiate something although i believe his love languages are quality time and acts of service (maybe a bit of gift giving too).

that manga series or figure you’ve been eyeing? he’ll buy it for you. learns about the vnl and your favorite teams/players so he can fangirl with you when you watch volleyball matches together. and he always has a playlist of silly cat videos that the two of you watch together on a lazy morning, intertwined with each other in bed.

he will always make sure you have a pretty bouquet of flowers at home. (whenever he’s away he’ll take one flower with him just in case so he can order more)

now i know i said he doesn’t like physical touch, but he makes an exception when you’re sitting on his lap while he’s gaming. he adores your presence and you get to cuddle him so it’s basically a win-win.

but i must say, he loves it just as much when you’re playing video games with him.

you two initially bonded over gaming. you met at an arcade and he joined you for a game that required two players. it was mainly casual talk here and there which eventually lead to talking about your favorite games. from there, it was locked in for you two.

he knows he was whipped for you when he just sat there listening to you going on and on about your favorite games and how you just set a new highscore/personal best with such a warm smile.

yapper x listener dynamic between you two is so strong and i fucking love it.

(he can and does talk just as much, but after a while he simply learnt that your voice is his favorite sound)

he started playing rhythm games because of you. he was infatuated by your reaction speed to the teeny tiny notes dancing across the screen and decided to try it out for himself.

much to my dismay, he’s a natural talent, learning to keep up with your skills in no time.

and when you two play shooters together, you’re basically unstoppable. hiyori is definitely cracked at shooters but if you don’t want to support or lay back, he’ll be the best support player in the damn world.

just like in football, hiyori will set you up for some game changing plays.

ultimately, your opponents are fucked.

he absolutely shares your love for cats and cats love him. his calm presence is basically a magnet for them, so expect to take at least 1 to 2 breaks whenever you two go out together to pet the random little cat that came up to him.

your phones are filled with photos of those stray/random cats.

ultimately what lead you two to adopt cats of your own. you’ll probably have 2 to 3 which gives you plenty of company for when hiyori is busy or away. when he isn’t, he’s a very good cat dad. 

will also let them sit on his lap while gaming. (will push them off for you though)

and finally, his favorite place to kiss you is on the back of your neck. its convenient for when he’s spooning you and he sees it as an intimate action that he call pull off without too much struggle.

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I feel like this is something Grimm would do to mess with someone. Probably not Hornet. Just someone he knows will be disturbed for at least eight business days.

Ahahaha yes I could totally see him doing something like that. He's very sneaky so he would have no trouble walking up to them without them hearing it.

He definitely tried something like that with Hornet, but the one time he actually caught her off-guard she ended up stabbing him in the arm in surprise, so now he messes with her in other ways.

Zote would be a better target for these things, he's very easy to sneak up to and his reactions are priceless.

It's nearly impossible to sneak up to Holly, I imagine they can sense the vibration of the ground so they'd know he's behind them. Plus they're too nice to prank like that.

FPK... well, it's easy to spook him, but the moment he realises it's Grimm he'd calm down, and he's definitely used to his little pranks by now. And, well, since it's Grimm, the hand motion in this particular one would probably have a different effect than anticipated. Not that Grimm would complain.

But aside from the family, and in a slightly less playful territory, Grimm would definitely do this kind of thing to strangers. The "sneaking behind and scaring them" thing, I mean. He very much enjoys playing the ominous vampire neighbor part. The kind that suddenly appears behind you and looks over your shoulder, maybe commenting on your neck being exposed (he'll say it's out of concern but no one believes him, and I can't blame them). The reactions always amuse him, but it also helps establish a barrier between him and those he doesn't trust. But it's mostly for his own entertainment.

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Cala and Tenax, things you said when you thought I was asleep

More post-1x07 thoughts, PG-ish, also on ao3.

This is probably unnecessary.

There is so much to do – there is always so much to do, and she does more of it than she needs to, and she would love to have time to even process how much she’s gotten herself tangled up in – but it matters more to be here now, to watch and worry and-

Cala is well aware that her own recent distress has caused other setbacks. The least she can do is try to balance out.

If nothing else, the past few days have given her a clarity she didn’t realize she needed so badly. There is something changing shape between them, and she thinks she knows where this ends and she thinks-

All of their systems can run themselves for a few hours, she reminds herself, or a few days if need be. She herself should probably rest more than she otherwise would. Might as well combine a few problems into a solution.

“None of this is right.”

She doesn’t have time to waste, yet here she is anyways at midday, keeping an eye on her…

What even are they anymore?

Connected, that much isn’t going anywhere. Complicated. Not quite friends, she wouldn’t go that far, but not quite-

If there’s a word to accurately explain this situation, it’s not in any language she speaks. Her plans remain, but already so much time and so much more ahead, and could anyone fault her if she takes what comfort she can in the waiting? If some part of her, less desperate but still lonelier than she’d ever admit, wants?

“I owe you. I know you think we’re even, but…”

She got lucky. It has been two days and none of the scratches on her body will leave lingering marks. The blood came off, and most of it was hers, and one of the flock of children acquired a new dress for her and she won’t ask where that came from or who told them to do it or whether how magnificent she looks in that shade of orange was a factor or if that was just what they could find or-

She doesn’t listen to her own body enough. She had a comfortable life before, but there was always something to do, always some way to stay out of her head. How long has it been since she hasn’t had to worry?

The fog will break. The outside world waits for her. She has become good at what she has had to become, same as always, a different city but she’s learned it so quickly and she might be more suited for this than anything else she’s ever done and-

What if she allows the inevitable? What if she slips into this space in the quiet of night, at some point when all is calm, and sees what happens? She doesn’t know that she would describe her counterpart as a good man, but he’s at least a decent one, no threat to women, and-

“You worry me. I don’t want you to worry me.”

And yet nothing will change. The arrangement as it is has become surprisingly comfortable; give her another two months and she’ll be running the whole operation on a more formal basis, and beyond that…

She won’t lay plans. Hasn’t worked for her lately. But if the way forward is through this, she won’t mind too much.

In the next few days… she won’t dare predict what turns will happen next. But for now, there is this. For now, there is her perch on a windowsill, watching a wounded man in case his mind becomes unsafe again, accepting that the state of her own heart may have shifted.

“You worry me,” she repeats, and let the softness of her voice be a barrier. Whatever she can be, let it be enough against-

It probably won’t be, Cala thinks as her hands play with the curtains and she starts to think about what she might change if she were to spend more time in this part of the apartment, but she’ll try anyways.

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one were suguru was always Yggdrasil

think of it like he wanted to see the human world with it own eyes so he made the persona of suguru

maybe he married and started a family with sayuri so he could try to understand why humans cared about 'family' so much , if he actually cares for them idk

WELL! Teehee twirls my hair giggles

I also just love drawing Suguru bc he hansomeee hehehe But here's my own spin bc u know me by now anon :3 His reasoning for finally peeking at the human world is likely that the barriers are thinning and digimon are starting to spill into the human world, and Yggdrasil wants to experience and see humanity before making any decisions. He feels right now is the safest time, as humans are beginning to learn and see something new and unknown, but it's happening at a slow, calm rate so there aren't any major catastrophes yet. Definitely just disguises himself as a guy. I like the idea of Yggdrasil genuinely falling for Sayuri and genuinely loving his family- I actually really like the idea that he didn't necessarily plan to have kids, so he was lowkey using his god powers to stop that (and he told Sayuri something abt him just not likely being able to do that) He just wants to explore this human world and humanity; despite all the cruelities that do happen, he enjoys her perspective, and finds himself warmed by her genuine optimism- but is grateful for her realism as well, because life isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Despite that, she has strength to keep moving forward, keep being kind, and keep smiling. He feels... apathetic towards the rest of humanity, but Sayuri's outlook definitely helps tame any disgust or hatred he has. I feel he also genuinely likes and respects DATS- or at least the members who show genuine interest AND respect. I think around now he has a little hope in the humans that are good; that they can outweigh the bad. That's probably why he begins assisting the humans with digital partners. Yes, he could just reveal himself or do more; but the mission is to see what they do with what they're given. Can they really be compatible? Can they really be friends? He can't force such bonds, so he wants to see if humanity will take his gifts and use it well. (He is a little biased, treating his digimon with more favor.) By the time he has Masaru- I think at first he kinda expected to view Masaru as just another creation. to feel towards him what he does towards Digimon. But his affection for Masaru (and later Chika) exceeds that, because they were children born of love between him and another.

He loves his family, genuinely, but he is also the god of the digital world, and as things worsen, I think he has to make decisions. That's still his world that he reigns over. I think before he leaves during that goal to find Ikuto, he finally tells Sayuri the truth. It's... a lot for her to swallow, and I think they leave on awkward terms- it's the kind of thing where she wants to talk to him, have questions answered, etc etc,. but she needed time to process first, and he left before she finished. She keeps it from Masaru and Chika- unsure how they'll take it. I think she gets a little mixed feelings when Masaru befriends Agumon. Yggdrasil definitely pays attention once Masaru starts poking into the Digital World- curious how his son feels and views everything. At the end, he is largely proud of him (wishes he'd be less hot-headed, though.) Yggdrasil maintains his human form, but he does reveal the truth to his Royal Knights, Bancholeomon, and some other ruling digimon, like Mercurimon. Kurata's actions definitely soil Yggdrasil's views on humanity- in his rage and anguish over the loss of so many, he forgets the other humans he met beyond his own family. Even as he watches Masaru work with Touma, Yoshino and Ikuto- who share his perspective, he has a hard time caring for them. In the end the only reaosn he still loves Masaru is because of his familial and fatherly bias. Of coruse Masaru and Chika are good- they are of him and Sayuri. As things worsen, he genuinely starts to plan on a way to cut off conntact with the human world- but he's determined now to bring his family to him. He doesn't want the humans hurting his digimon any further, but he does not want to put Sayuri or his children at risk. Does not help matters when Touma, Masaru's human best friend, betrays them. By the time Masaru and him come face to face, he admits the truth of who he is- and while the others get away, he doesn't let them take Masaru. He tells Masaru his goal to destroy the human world, as it's the only way to save the digital world- and despite Yggdrasil trying to pacify him with the promise of being able to live in the digital world with his family, Masaru is too angry and afraid (dude's 14 and has been loaded w/ a lot recently okay) Yggdrasil just keeps him locked up for his own safety. A big thing is that Yggdrasil IS a computer god thing and IS supposed to be logical, but he let himself feel and have emotions and have a love and have family; it changed how he thinks, operates, etc etc Now he's more likely to feeel rage, anguish, etc., when before he might've kept a calmer head, and instead looked at everything with a colder, but logical, apathy. Now only does he have his family he genuinely loves, but being with Sayuri and learning about his heart, it did make him more affectionate and more protective of his own world. Dunno how this would end yet; I do wanna say it'd probably have a bittersweet ending where Masaru does go to the digital world, where he stays with Agumon (and Yggdrasil) while Chika and Sayuri prefer the human world and remain there.

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Give more postal 1 hcs ?!?! Please :D

Im getting ready to head to bed soon but yknow what, hell yeah i can share some more:

I think Dude, in all universes really, would have absolutely grown up on public access television. It was cheaper, accessible, and always there, so it makes sense to me. P1 specifically i can see being a sesame street kid, his favorite being snuffy (for reasons that are totally not depressing relating to deep profound loneliness and a sense of disconnect from people i swear)

He has a pretty bad posture issue as well as almost constantly tense shoulders. Since hes fairly tall, hes gotten used to having his head tilted down leading to neck pains. Hes also just generally not great at taking care of his health and hygine which doesnt really help his case, either physically or socially since he's well. Kind of sweaty.

His eyesight isnt bad enough to NEED glasses all the time, but he does wear them when having to read small fonts and more blurry text. Due to aforementioned not really keeping up with his health, his glasses are probably way out of prescription now, but theyre so damn expensive, hes willing to take the slight migrane.

He has kind of a set up in his living room for camping out during bad nights, mainly being he has a pillow and blanket on his couch to sleep on and a cheap chair he dragged over to the table by his window to look out at whatever he percives as being out there. Usually to keep himself somewhat level headed or at least TRY to, he puts on a documentary or some nonsense fluff show on a lower volume. The news is an absolute no at this point though, too much doomspiraling and paranoia on top of already being paranoid.

Im usually kind of hesitant to assign like music headcanons cause it relies on my own taste vs others, but i generally agree with stuff like him liking NIN, Korn, i also think hes unironically a big Radiohead fan, he likes their sound. (Does not help that despite it being kind of a joked about song, i think creep is very fitting for him-)

He tries his best to be humble and not too needy, it's good virtues, but he cant help getting excited about praise and fixate on others words. He's the kind of guy who thinks all day about someone who said he did a good job in the morning, he does things mostly out of (or what he at least wants to come off as) a more selfless kindness and simply because he has to, but praise and adoration is something he wont say no to. And he will want more and more of it, so be prepared.

Physical closeness is something he's always struggled with, platonic or romantic. There's a feeling of a barrier between him and other people so he tends to sit a good distance away, not wanting to intrude upon others. Having someone go more into his space can disorient him, makes him pretty flustered to be even recognized as a living person too.

If someone breaks through to him, he may be a bit clingy at first, he didnt have much experience establishing proper boundaries so figuring out someone elses is another can of worms. He can be convinced to step back a bit and calm down, but even still, frankly the man is just absolute touchstarved. Touch drought for this man.

[alpinelogy]

10 & 19!

Lourdes do you have the slightest idea what have you just asked me? Thank you so much for asking :DD

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

maybe we got lost (in translation) a thousand times over. Beyond the fact that it is my second fic that has broken the 100 kudos barrier which is already insane to me cause I did not expect anyone to read it since its a niche ship imo, the way people see the fic is so different from the way I saw it as I wrote it. For me it is a fic mainly about language and communication and how it changes based on who we talk with. Also specifically Esteban's relationship with English is very much based on my own experience with it, from being thrown into an English-speaking group and told to swim to English slipping in even when he is speaking in a different language ('the language spoken is a mess of French and English') Meanwhile at least from comments people see the relationship between Esteban and Lance way more strongly than I do. Which fair, it was partially written as a love letter to my bilingual friends who try to understand me even when my brain does not comprehend language and in hindsight I sometimes ignored the language part in favor of developing their friendship so I can see where they are coming from. And the fic is tagged as estelance so... lol Essentially what I am trying to say here is that people focused on way more on a part I considered secondary than I did while writing it, but I can see why. Also I've gotten so many nice comments on it and even tho I forgot to respond to them I do reread them on the regular because they spark so much joy (also first time someone whose writing I enjoy commented on my fic and it sent me for a loop lol)

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

I actually dont have that many wips rn, I know, shocking, its mostly just scribbled ideas and disconnected scenes. And kinkmeme claims cause I currently have uh... 50 of those

Anyway i do have this. A race engineer!Oscar AU Loscar in which Logan has never been normal about anything related to Oscar. Ever. Starring Logan as a pining mess, Oscar as the calm and collected love interest and Fred, Alex, and Liam as the victims of Logan's pining

“Good morning Logan.” Oscar says as a first thing on the first day of testing over the radio and Logan returns back to his thoughts of screaming, almost vibrating out of his seat in excitement. Goes back to his year old promise of not doing anything stupid ten seconds into the season. Hopes that when the cameras catch his inevitable joy after he gets back to the garage it will be brushed off to just being glad to be back in the car, rather than anything else. As a worst case scenario, he will just put up the Alex Albon patented peace signs because those always somehow make pictures so much more grounded and Alex is really onto something there, Logan needs to study it. He will need it for this year. Probably. Maybe. Most likely. It's fine. It's, whatever. It's definitely not that Logan also spends so much time looking at Oscar in meetings that Fred has noticed. It's definitely not that Fred, with all the subtlety he has, cornered Logan in his drivers room and unceremoniously asked what gives two days into the season. Logan deserved that one probably. When Logan tries to brush him off, it seemingly works because Fred lets himself be brushed off, does not mind Logan redirecting the conversation onto another topic instead. Logan does not know what actually awaits him days later. It's Liam this time, who corners him a few days later, after testing, after the first race weekend of the year properly starts, right after the last free practice before qualifying. Being Formula Two teammates must have done something to their understanding of personal space between each other because Liam waltzes into his driver's room like he owns the place without even knocking. Logan has a half mind to kick him out just for that, force him to knock before entering.

(this got long but look, this is 300 words out of 7.8k that i am fighting to stay under 10k it's small okay?)

fic writer ask game

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This is a scenario based on the book Wild Cowboy Wolf by Kait Ballenger and how I could see one of the scenes or arguments going in the book! This is a mixture between the book and OuterBanks, the characters being Y/n and JJ representing Dakota and Blaze. IF you happen to notice any grammatical errors, I’m sorry! This is a rough draft but I’m not able to work on it long because I gotta start dinner soon! Thank you all for reading if you’ve gotten this far. Love y’all!

Y/n looked up to the man that was too close for comfort, the warmth from his bare chest creating a barrier around them but the coldness in his eyes creating walls just as strong that kept them separated.

Why couldn’t he see? She didn’t like pushing him away anymore then he did. Of course, she probably shouldn’t have kissed him first but he made it abundantly clear that he didn't reciprocate her feelings, at least not at the time. Now he stood in front of her, rolling a strand of her hair between his fingers and staring at her with a coldness that she’s only ever seen given to others.

“You get mad at me for stopping that night and now… now you’re getting upset because I’m trying to prove there's nothing to be scared of? Why can’t you understand that I’m trying to make you see?” His voice was deep and grovel with clipped edgings. To anyone it would have seemed as though he were as calm as a sleeping infant. She knew him better though. He was holding back everything; his anger, his hurt, his confusion, and most of all he was holding out on her.

“See what, JJ? Every decision you’ve made has made it very obvious that there can’t be anything between us. I’m surprised you haven’t caught onto it!” She would not allow him to see her break so when the tremblings started just below her lip and the shaking formed in her already clenched hands, she turned away, going to grab her clothes that lay in a crumbled pile on the floor.

“To see that it’s always been you! Women, how many times do I have to show and tell you that you’re all I’ve wanted for years! Anyone with two eyes, hell even one eye, could and have seen it.” That’s just it though, that was before they had to worry about their years of friendship going down the drain. Scoffing, she wrapped her arms around herself to stop the cold that was seeping from her chest all throughout her body, causing her to tremble from every emotion that swam through her.

“Don’t do that, Angel.” His gruff voice grew softer and she hated it. He shouldn’t be pitying her right now. For years, she’s shown that she was anything but weak. Even so, the mask she wore was near crumbling and not only did she know it but he did too.

Without a second to think, she turned and marched towards him. The mask was still up, hiding all her emotions from prying eyes, his eyes. Her freezing hands met both sides of his face before she attempted to drag him down to feel him against her, just to test if what he was saying has any ounce of truth to it.

“If you can’t do it with feeling – don’t.” JJ's gruff voice mumbled as he pulled his head back, the walls between them only growing higher by the second. Speaking of second, this would be the second time that he’s rejected her. It wasn’t like everything in her body was screaming at her to just do it anyways or to break his walls down… Instead, she dropped her hands and head, staring at her boot and she kicked dust on the ground. Of course it would be no different this time. It was all a game to him.

“Okay.” She whispered, wincing when the crack in her voice betrayed her emotions.

“Angel.” Her body was moving away from him before her mind could register it. All the walls that he had tore down and all the emotions she was rolling over in her head, all while she replayed every second of the last few minutes.

“Don’t.” It was more of a plea than a warning but either way, he didn’t take the hint and she soon found his hands reaching towards her.

“You don’t have to explain. I’ve pissed you off. I’ve broken our friendship. I’ve pushed you away…” She announced, still not daring to look up in case she found any evidence of hurt or anger.

“I’ll just take my leave.” With that, she turned and began to walk with quick strides to get out of the room as soon as she could, choosing to leave her clothes with hopes they would still be there later. She didn’t get far before a rough pull on her shoulder stopped her and the warm feeling of lips, his lips, were against her own. The warmth from earlier wrapped around her, warming her freezing body which slowly eased her body into relaxation in his hold.

“A man is about as big as the things that make him angry.” JJ whispered right next to her ear and all she could hear was the cockiness and smug smile that she was sure was resting on his face. Before she knew it, her feet were off the ground and the feeling of gravity pulling against her caused her to squeal. She didn’t fall though, her body fitting perfectly against his as he held her, one hand on her bum and the other under her thigh.

“We have a shower to get to. Gotta get the sewer water and sh*t off you.” He all but chuckled and gave the same smug smirk as always. The thought of urine, sh*t, and anything in between matted in her hair and covering her body brought a choking feeling to her chest, causing her to gag in disgust.

“If you can’t do it with feeling – don’t.” - Patsy Cline.

“A man is about as big as the things that make him angry.” - Winston Churchill.

[bravewolfvesperia]

Yuri smiled slightly at Flynn's apology, lightly bumping the blond's shoulder with his elbow from his position against the headboard. "Well, I appreciate the consideration. But yeah, I'm still getting used to it, too." It wasn't like anything really changed between them. They were the same as they always had been. More affection out in the open, sure, but... the core of their relationship hadn't changed. Maybe the affection was all Yuri, at least, was getting used to.

Frankly, he wished he could be as open about as what he wanted as Flynn was. Even when his thoughts would immediately go to things like feeling the same way, or wanting to be with Flynn and wanting put him above anything else no matter how selfish it was... he struggled to put it into words. More than anything, he had nothing to be embarrassed about. There was nothing about Flynn to be embarrassed about loving.

Funny how that worked. How Flynn was over here, so proud of Yuri... and Yuri couldn't really see it, but he was equally proud of Flynn. He never saw himself as something worth protecting, but he would protect others without a thought. He'd put Flynn first and foremost before anything else since they were children, so why would that be weird to admit only when they were in a relationship? Feelings were... complicated. Dumb, even. Eventually he would get over it, he was certain of that... but in the meantime it was so stupidly confusing.

"Well, I think... I probably only like going out the way I do because we were stuck behind the barrier all our lives until we were knights. When that didn't work out for me, I was back to being stuck behind a barrier. Never going out anywhere and never knowing what anything else was like. I mean yeah, Zaphias had plenty of books about other places and even pictures of those places... but that's not the same as visiting them yourself and meeting the real, living people in those places. Once your work as Commandant settles down and things straighten out, I do wanna bring you along. You've only really been able to go where your missions take you... not where you personally wanna go."

Ba'ul did make it easy, and he was grateful to both Ba'ul and Judith for that. Maybe it was because Yuri had Repede, and having a non-human companion helped Ba'ul bond with Yuri, but Ba'ul never seemed to mind Yuri's requests for travel. Sometimes Yuri worried he was asking too much simply because he'd gotten used to being able to do it, but it wasn't like he'd never expressed that to the Entelexeia. He'd made it very clear that Ba'ul could turn him down. Given how much time he spent with Judith though, now that things calmed down in the world and Brave Vesperia was able to be more of a real guild now, Ba'ul wasn't really anything less than family. If nothing else, he was basically an honorary guild member.

At Flynn suggesting he take the medicine if Yuri seemed okay, Yuri gave it a second to think it over, but eventually nodded. He wished he could have more time to determine if anything would happen, or even drink more of it in case what he did drink just wasn't enough to affect him, but he couldn't risk drinking so much that if it was fine that it couldn't help Flynn enough. They also couldn't risk waiting too long, and even if Flynn wasn't in immediate danger, it didn't mean what was left in his system wouldn't have a hand in weakening his body.

"Mm... Yeah. Just take it a bit at a time and make sure you feel alright before you keep going. I'd rather have more of it and more time with it just to be totally sure, but... I don't wanna risk there not being enough for you if it does work, or risk waiting too long."

Flynn knew that Yuri wasn’t making fun of him in the slightest, the man seeming more relaxed than anything but Flynn still couldn’t stop from blushing at how silly his question must have sounded. Of course he and Yuri could just share a bed but even though they were together, it still felt strange sometimes. Flynn was still getting used to it. Once he had come to terms with his feelings however long ago, he had often wondered what being in a relationship with Yuri would be like. Now that he was experiencing it, he wasn’t sure how to react sometimes.

“I-I know we can share a bed. We’ve shared one before, both in and out of the relationship but… I just never like to assume that you’ll always be okay with it.” He pauses, running a quick hand over his eyes with a groan. “...That sounds dumb too, now that I say it. Sorry… I’m still getting used to this. To… us.”

He lets his hand drop, eyes moving to meet Yuri’s for a moment before shyly averting away. “We are together. And I love being with you.” Every healthy couple needed space sometimes, and he was sure that he and Yuri would probably be no exception. But their ‘space’ would likely be Flynn being taken away by Commandant work while Yuri gets dragged away by guild work. They were living in two totally different worlds so… assuming that Yuri or Flynn would need their own room in a shared living space was, in hindsight, a dumb idea.

At the mention of Yuri’s thoughts about living in three different areas, a feeling of pride began to spread throughout Flynn’s chest as he stared up at the other from his spot on Yuri’s shoulder. “A place in Zaphias, a place in Aurnion, and a place in Dahngrest. That’s just like you, though. You’re never one to stay in one place for very long, so having a home in three different locations fills me with ease. Knowing that when you’re not here, you’re still more than likely somewhere where there’s a roof over your head. Except when you’re traveling, of course. But even then, half of the time, you tend to ride Ba’ul wherever you go.”

Flynn carefully leaned up and pecked Yuri’s cheek with a tiny chuckle. “You deserve it, you know… To be free like this? I can think of nothing more fitting for you than to have a life where you can freely and comfortably spread your wings and go where you want, when you want and still have a home waiting for you. No one deserves it more than you.”

Yuri may not believe so, but in Flynn’s eyes, Yuri deserved everything in the world. Especially after having a large hand in saving the world from the multiple threats that emerged over a year ago. The way he risked everything to save everyone, even going so far as to stain his own hands. An action that haunted Yuri to this day, Flynn knew for a fact.

As Yuri confirms that he still feels fine after drinking the medicine, the anxiety that came with being reminded of the matter at hand began to slowly sizzle out. Squeezing Yuri’s hand, he glanced back at the medicine bottle. On his end, he still felt awful. He was in pain, he felt fatigued and his arms were shaky. He was willing to wait a little longer but if he still had poison in his system, it would be better if he took the medicine sooner rather than later… right?

“If you seem unaffected so far, should I just go ahead and take it…? I’m still feeling pretty bad myself…”

[justanotherpitstop11]

The weekend of firsts

Okay, so I saw an interview with Checo today and got inspired, so I decided to write another fic, hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Checo Perez x Reader

Warnings: it's long, it's fluff, mentions of crash

English is still not my first language so please be kind. 🥺

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The 2020 Sakhir GP was everything, but normal. First of all, it was a double header that weekend, which equaled double work, double effort, so you were exhausted just thinking of it.

You tried to do your best and perform on the highest level as the presenter of your local sports channel, but the first challenge came, when that horrible crash happened with Grosjean. The whole track went silent for such a long time, it felt like forever. You were absolutely terrified and shocked, but you had to keep it together because you had a job to do. Fortunately Grosjean was fine, but everyone knew that it was a miracle that he survived at all.

During the red flag you met some of the drivers, but this time you didn't ask anything, just wandering around with your cameraman shooting some scenes for your report and trying to forget what happened just minutes before.

You also met him during your walk, but you two just sadly waved at each other from afar. You had admit that you started to like him more than the rest of the grid. You liked all the drivers of course, but he was just...different. He always had something nice to say to you, even if he doesn't really like the media stuff, and also stayed there with you for a few more minutes when he could ask some questions about you, or just to know how are you doing.

That's one of the reasons why you were devastated when you heard the news that he will lose his seat for next year at Racing Point and probably in Formula 1 too. You were angry about it - more than you should have - but you couldn't do anything just to try cheer him up (and yourself) a little bit, most of the time with horrible jokes, which he actually laughed at everytime, so you could be satisfied with yourself.

This time however there was nothing to laugh about. The race had a restart, which was going well, but Checo had a DNF so it was just going downhill from that point. He arrived at the media pen soon after he got out of the car, and for your surprise he was directly heading towards you, ignoring all the bigger channels' journalists, which apparently surprised them too. You nudged your cameraman, cleared your throat to ask your questions, but as soon as you saw how mad and dissapointed he was, you just wanted to hug him and tell him, that everything's gonna be okay. But that would be very unprofessional of course.

"Checo, so sorry for what happened, but I have to ask, how do you feel right now?"

"Well, obviously it's really unfortunate, not just for me, but for the whole team."

"Do you think you could've finish on the podium today, if you were able to continue?"

"Yeah, definitely, we had the pace the whole weekend, so I think the podium was possible for me, even a win too."

You were smiling at him for the whole time to calm his nerves a little bit, and it worked, because his features softened a little bit, at least what you saw with a mask on his face. You just saw his eyes and god they're beautiful.

"Will you try again next week and go for the win?"

"Do you want me to?" He leaned onto the barrier between the two of you and looked directly in your eyes.

What?

"Well... of course it would be an exciting race if you could fight for the win."

"I can do that if you promise you will root for me."

What is he doing? He probably got hit on the head.

"I'm just rooting for an exciting and safe race, and we will see what happens. Anyway, good luck for tomorrow."

"Thank you Y/N."

This is the first time you are grateful for the mask because you blushing like hell. He never said anything like this before, it could be the adrenaline, or maybe he just tried to cover his anger, you don't want to see anything into this.

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After last weeks' events you were exhausted, but also can't stop thinking about what Checo said to you. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn't liked that, in fact you would be more than happy to play along if there were no cameras. However, you didn't have time for these kind of thoughts during the day, because it was really busy with all the coverage from the track and the interviews.

You were of course rooting for Checo in secret, hoping that he will finally get his maiden win, because you wanted to see him happy and smile again and also you wanted RP to regret letting him go. Things were already going wrong in the first lap of the race, which you couldn't believe. Checo got kicked out by Charles and had to box to change his front wing which dropped him to the last place of the grid. You were already thinking about plans to comfort him after the race (including some inappropriate thoughts, but you reminded yourself that you needed your job), but the next thing you know he was going through the grid like a rocket and soon he was in 3rd place.

What happened at Mercedes was a huge mess, and you felt for them, especially for George, but this fuck up meant that Checo was leading the race. Just the thought of the fact that he can actually win this race blew up your mind, but it became more and more possible with every lap and you started to actually root for him, screaming and jumping up and down as you watched him driving in front of everyone.

Finally there was the chequered flag and he crossed the line, winning the Sakhir GP with team that abandoned him. You heard him crying over the radio and you couldn't help yourself but cry too, tears coming down your cheeks, you were so happy and proud of him. You wanted to go to the podium ceremony to hug and kiss him, because yeah... that's what you really wanted deep inside of you, but unfortunately you had a job to do.

You were more than excited to see him arriving at the media pen as the winner, and he didn't dissapoint you, he was almost running towards you, you could tell he was over the moon.

"Checo, congratulation to you, what a race! You did an amazing job today, falling back to P18 and now you standing here as the driver of the day."

"Yeah it was tough at the beginning, I thought I'm out of this race and have no chance to win or even finish on the podium."

"I can see it in your eyes that you're obviously really happy, but I expected more, maybe a little victory dance or something."

He started to laugh at your words, which made your heart melt.

"Actually, I still can't believe that I won, it feels like a dream, maybe I am in fact dreaming."

"No, you're not, if I could pinch you, I would do that to make you believe."

Suddenly he held out his arm to you.

"Please do it, so I can believe."

You were a little surprised at his action, but you grabbed his hand and pinched him hard. You cannot describe how good it was to touch him, but you had to stay focused.

"So? Is it okay now?"

"It is, thank you, glad you're really here and not just in my dreams." Oh no, he didn't. "Hope you were rooting for me." Yes. "Maybe you're my lucky charm."

"...Well, we will find out that on the next race. Congratulations again, you really deserved it. Enjoy your party tonight."

"Thank you, I will." He winked at you and he didn't go away to give his next interview, which was odd. Instead, he moved closer and started to talk to you.

"I was thinking, maybe you could join me tonight. I'm really grateful for you, because you always cheered me up even when things went really bad and I just want to thank you in some kind of way."

"Checo you're really kind, but there's no need to thank me, I'm just doing my job."

You obviously doing more than your job when it comes to him.

"Is it your job to comfort me, and look at me the way you do?"

Shit.

"Y/N, I can see how you look at me, and if I see that right, then I just wanted to tell you that I feel the same. So I would be really happy if you could be by my side tonight."

Oh my god.

"Checo, I'm... Look. The truth is that yeah, I really enjoyed every second of our little interactions, and what you said today and yesterday it made me feel good. I loved it honestly. I would gladly go out with you tonight, but it would be really suspicious, especially after those comments of yours and I don't wanna lose my job."

"I totally understand you, and I don't wanna get you in trouble. But you know me enough to know that I won't give up on this. I want to celebrate and share my happiness with you, and if it means that we have to do it in secret, I don't mind it. In fact maybe that would be much better."

You just stared at him, not a single idea what to answer. You wanted this too. You longed for his company, and even for more than that, if you want to be honest. Don't know when you started feeling like this for him, but you did.

"I will not leave until you say something and that will be suspicious."

Oh fuck, he's right you were talking for too long, the other journalists already looking at you questioningly.

"Okay, fine. I will send you my number, and call me tomorrow. I guess we need to find a solution for this."

You acted like you were forced to agree, but in reality, you wanted to kiss him right now, in front of everyone. What a headline that would be.

"You don't know how happy I am right now." His eyes were smiling at you.

"Believe me, I can imagine." You smiled back to him.

"Talk to you tomorrow then. I can't wait." And with that he took off to give the other reporters what they want.

You started to feel butterflies in your stomach, and you knew immediately you were in big trouble indeed.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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