#they could be better (especially the star) but.

[ihrthoney]

for us

pairings: namgyu x preg!reader

warnings: angst & fluff :p

an: i started my first big girl job but im motivated so ill try to post more :)! i haven’t posted in a minute and i hate pregnancy tropes but i make the exception for squid games lol. i will make a part two!

nam-gyu was many things, an addict, a partier, an idiot and a sweetheart. the sweetest ever, actually.

unfortunately for you you worked at club pentagon, which is how you met the physical embodiment of an acid trip.

who he was when he was sober was something you cherished and kept close to your heart. it wasn’t hard to weave your way into his rotten lungs, but soon enough you became his air, his new high.

after learning you never did substances, he switched positions at the club and asked you to get a safer job, not wanting you to inevitably cave to the horrible things that he tries.

you scold him of course, reprimand him and argue about hating how he acted when under the influence. for a while he managed to stop, wanting something serious and stable.

but then he met thanos, he came home obnoxiously intoxicated. nam-gyu was so star struck that he saw a famous rapper that he didn’t understand why you locked him out of the room, until he woke up the next morning with a headache he only got when he was on drugs.

apologies spewed out of his mouth, wishing for a second chance. his wish was granted, he found another outlet for “extra money” and promised you both a fresh start.

until the extra money vanished off the face of the earth and now he was in incredible debt.

the few months of bliss now gone, thoughts of continuing such an unstable relationship this far into life didn’t seem like a good idea. the arguments were bad, mostly on your end as you couldn’t get him to stop begging and spilling empty promises,

“i’ll make the money back and i’ll work harder to make more for you, please baby i’m so sorry.” the sight of him on his knees and holding your legs would’ve been kind of sweet if this wasn’t the millionth time he’s promised to be better.

to his disappointment, you walked out of his life that night, asking him to only find you when he grew up.

he was determined to make the money back, nam-gyu had no hesitation when calling the number on the card.

-

seeing thanos’ face on the big screen in the unfamiliar room brought a bitter taste in your mouth. you felt bad, seeing as he had the talent but like your ex he succumbed to the high instead.

your ex. that fucking moron. that piece of shit doesn’t even know you’re carrying his damn kid.

a week after you walked out of his life, you guys met up one time to exchange clothes and what not but one thing lead to another and here you were in hospital debt. finding a stable job was hard, especially when you worked as a bartender most of your adult life.

the stress was eating you alive, renting the nice place you had was not cheap and the nice landlord could only be nice for so long because you had to start paying more.

the past few months have been rough and you really wish you had the support of your ex even if he wasn’t the greatest, he was yours and that’s all that really mattered.

standing in line to sign the consent forms made you nauseous, afraid of what’s to come. as you’re walking back to your bed, you get stopped by a hand on your shoulder,

“yn?”

you feel your heartbeat quicken as you turn around and look at your ex boyfriend.

“why are you here?” his hand is still on your shoulder, slightly moving up and down your arm.

he always had a thing for keeping a hand on you, he said it grounded him.

“the same reason everyone is, debt.”

the expression on his face makes your chest ache, he looks so concerned that it makes you a wee bit mad, “what debt are you in? you’ve always been financially responsible!”

he was right, out of you two you made the smarter choices. it dawned on you that you had yet to tell him you’re pregnant with his kid.

“yn? what happened? did someone scam you? i know some people that could find them.” his tone deepening as he becomes more serious, “no! it’s not like that. it’s complicated..”

the worry in your voice makes his eyes fill with worry, “baby, you can tell me.” the name makes you push away from him but the distance is immediately gone as he closes it, pulling your hands into his own. you can’t look him in the eye, scared he’s going to be mad at you.

you’re going to keep it no matter what but the thought of him hating you and your kid makes your heart crack.

the swirled hormones make everything seem so much more intense, tears start to fill your eyes which makes his widen. his hands, ever so warm, hold your face and tilt it so you’re looking at him.

“what’s wrong, i’m here ba-“

“i’m pregnant, nam-gyu.” he pulls his hands off of your face like he was burned, an expression of hurt and anger swirls in his eyes,

“who’s the father?” you look at him like he’s stupid, which only makes him more upset. “why are you looking at me like that?”

does he seriously think i got with someone else?

nam-gyu is distraught, the thought of you no longer being in love with him makes him sick. the fact that you’re carrying someone else’s child makes any will to live disappear. suddenly he doesn’t care that he owes money to anyone, there’s no chance to get you back. “does he treat you well? are you happier?”

“i’m not seeing anyone new, nam-gyu.”

“you shouldn’t be playing games if you’re pregnant. you could hurt yourself or the baby.”

despite his own lack of rationality when making choices, he was always so careful with you.

you threw any rationality you had and spit out the truth,

“it’s yours.”

now he was looking at you like you were stupid, “what?”

“the baby. it’s yours. you’re the father. i’m carrying your child.” he blinks at you slowly, taking in the information you just dropped on him,

“it’s.. you’re carrying.. our baby?” nodding your head, you step forward and take his hand and guide it to your stomach.

“after we broke up, i started to feel sick so i took a test. i didn’t know what to do, i couldn’t find a good job near my place, moving is too expensive, i was afraid to reach out to you. i owe the hospital so much because i’m paying by month but i ran out of savings and then this guy came up to me and gave me a card to make money.”

by the end of your ramble, nam-gyu pulled you in for a tight hug, smoothing your back with his hand. softly, he coos into your hair, “i would’ve never denied you. had you called, we could’ve figured this shit out together.”

you argued back, “how was i supposed to know that? you promised me over and over again but nothing changed!”

despite missing the warmth, you again create a distance by pushing him away from you, although it’s no use given how he holds your arms but he still keeps the distance out of respect for you.

“i have changed! i’m here, i’m going to win that money and i’ll take care of you.” his eyes plead, the hands that hold you start to shake.

“you’ll win it? alone?” the logic hits him and he laughs at his own idiocy, “we’ll win, i’ll make sure we both get out of here. we can put the money together. it’ll be more than enough for us to start over!”

you’re skeptical, sure the chance of winning is there but.. is your trust in him still there?

“if we win-“

his hands move from your arms to your stomach, “when baby, when we win-“

your eyes roll at his optimism, “if and when we win, you need to quit drugs. cold turkey. no excuses, no more second chances. if you so much as look at a drug, i will kill you and raise this kid alone, do you understand me?”

he mocks a soldier, hand to his head and stance straight, “yes ma’am!” the pose barely lasts as he starts to giggle, following you to your bed while holding onto your hand.

there was more to come, you had a feeling that much money wouldn’t come so easy, but things felt just a tad easier with him.

© ihrthoney. reblogs & feedback are greatly appreciated𑁤

[xoamiiren]

TOUCH DOWN, ⋆｡°✩ 𓈒𓈒 all star boy

𖥔 PRECIS. a series of headcanons for my university star athletes au PAIRING. star football player!jay x supportive gf!reader GENRE. fluff, suggestive WARNINGS. skinship, kissing, petnames

authors note ୨୧ I’m back. For real this time. ♥️

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Star football player Jay, who always catches you staring during practice, playfully winks every time, knowing it flusters you, and then gets extra smug when you quickly look away.

Star football player Jay, who is known for his intensity on the field but turns into a total softie when you wear his jersey, tugging you close and whispering, "You look so much better in it than I ever could."

Star football player Jay, who walks around campus like he owns the place, yet always makes sure to save you a spot at the cafeteria table, offering you bites of his food even though you pretend you're not hungry so he fills up.

Star football player Jay, who stays late after practice to work on extra drills but never leaves without sending you a teasing voice message, telling you to "be a good girl and wait for me."

Star football player Jay, who doesn't care about anything but the game during matches, but the second he scores, he looks up into the stands, searching for your reaction, heart swelling when he sees you cheering.

Star football player Jay, who playfully throws his sweaty practice jersey at you after a long workout, smirking when you scowl and toss it back, but then pulls you into a hug, refusing to let go until you laugh.

Star football player Jay, who texts you at 2 AM after an away game saying he can't sleep, and when you ask why, he sends a picture of his empty bed and writes, "Guess who’s missing."

Star football player Jay, who hates being the center of attention at the post-game parties, but insists on keeping his arm around your waist the entire time, showing everyone who you belong to.

Star football player Jay, who seemed effortlessly confident until he was about to ask you out officially, suddenly stumbling over his words as he muttered, "So, uh, are we… like… together or what?"

Star football player Jay, who gets into a tense argument with you right before an important game, and even though he plays his heart out, he can’t focus until he sees you waiting for him in the locker room afterward, looking just as torn up as he feels.

Star football player Jay, who isn’t the best at expressing his emotions but leaves small notes in your locker—"You looked cute in class today"—with a tiny heart drawn at the end, just so you know he’s thinking about you.

Star football player Jay, who gets too cocky sometimes, draping himself over you and whispering, "You know you love being my number 1 fan," before trailing kisses down your neck, knowing exactly how to get a reaction out of you.

Star football player Jay, who jokes that his teammates can fend for themselves after games because he has better plans with you, only to groan when you suggest study dates instead.

Star football player Jay, who hates seeing you upset, especially if it's because of something dumb he said. He'll show up outside your dorm room with your favorite snacks, looking apologetic and muttering, "I’m sorry, okay? Can we talk?"

Star football player Jay, who lifts you up after every big win, spinning you around in front of his teammates, who all hoot and cheer, while you laugh and cling to him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

Star football player Jay, who clearly limps off the field after a brutal tackle, his jaw clenched in pain, but the moment he catches your concerned eyes in the stands, he forces a cocky smile, pretending everything’s fine just to make sure you don't worry.

Star football player Jay, who often crashes in your dorm after practice, sprawling out on your bed while you massage every knot and tension in his shoulders, arms, and thighs. He lets out quiet groans of relief, murmuring, “You have no idea how good that feels,” while his hand lazily traces patterns on your leg.

Star football player Jay, who is left completely stunned when, during halftime, you walk out onto the court with the cheerleading team, this being your big reveal that you made the squad. He stares, jaw slightly dropped, then breaks into the biggest grin, his heart racing for a completely different reason now as he watches you perform.

Star football player Jay, who completely dies of laughter when you try on his football pads, looking so small and wobbly in them. As you stumble under the weight, running with the ball, he’s practically doubled over, gasping for breath between laughs, saying, "Babe, you're gonna fall over!" even though he's secretly loving how adorable you look.

Star football player Jay, who you find in the locker room after a particularly heated game in the rain, jersey off, smeared with mud, his hair damp and dripping. The second you see him, you can't help yourself, kissing him hard on the mouth right then and there. He doesn’t waste a second gripping the back of your neck, pulling you closer as the tension melts away in that moment.

[lilacstro]

★this might be the night that my dreams might let me know, all the stars are closer"★. pac: what to expect next in life

hey guys! long time no see! I wanted to post this pac on new years but I just....didn't.

anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. drop suggestions in the ask box!

PS: I saw 9 of cups in all of the piles, and this tells me maybe all the collective together is going to have a wish fulfillment soon! that's so sweet haha

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Paid readings open

₊˚ʚ Pile 1 ₊˚ʚ

current energy: some of you here might be quitting something. There is a "bid adieu" kind of energy here. There also seems to be a throat chakra blockage, maybe you are unable to speak, maybe due to throat issues, cold, flu or even could be engaging in frequent arguments. An advice for you regardless is taking time to think before you speak. Some of you here might also be having trauma resurface. There could be trust/confidence issues as well. Some of you here might also be going through third eye activation. There may also be trouble in engaging things you want to, making time and space for things. You may be having nightmares or such kind of thoughts stemming from past, your family lineage or even trauma.

what's next: for some of you here, who were leaving something, or someone behind, good call, it is the right thing to do. I am hearing "everything that has ever been lost will always be replaced by something better". There would be a lot of options making themselves available to you. You have divine luck, divine protection. One more thing that is coming through is that a fake relationship would fall off, especially if it is with a women. Some of you may also have a change of personality, going from a "I'm a boss bitch" types to going into more serene energy, more calm and collected. Mind you, I do not mean to say there's anything wrong with either :) For those of you who want it, there are options in love coming through as well. For some of you, you may as well have many options in love, think clearly though because one of them may end up being your true love. There would be a lot of emotional healing coming through. For those of you who have been "used" to feeling numb, your heart would open again, just use your thinking and think clearly, please. One of your heartfelt wishes, one you had a lot of attachment to may be coming true as well. It is also possible to hear an apology from someone, especially if they are a water sign.

₊˚ʚ Pile 2 ₊˚ʚ

current energy: while shuffling these cards I had a feeling of "money" being important to this group. Either you gained money, lost it, are investing it or maybe you are planning to make a significant purchase. Pile 3 maybe important as well. Some of you may also be in a mental hole. Feeling trapped or burdened by something. Someone here could have also gone through a hardship in romantic connection, a heartbreak or could have seen the options they anticipated not work out, making a wrong choice. Some of you here might also be struggling with making changes in your day to day life, which can be as big as moving countries or as small as working out everyday. Holding on to ideas, people, memories or routines you know you should let go of.

what's next: I see a wonderful opportunity for financial gains presenting itself to you. You may be afraid or nervous to take it, but go after it, Pile 2. Do not get confused though. Apart from this you may also see new bonds being strengthening with friends and people you meet, more confidence and charisma. You'd appear attractive and reliable, and if you are someone who is anxious socially or likes being alone, you would come out of the shell and enjoy life, enjoy people. For people who are going through a breakup, especially, getting over this person may be the best thing to do. It may take a while, but there is wonderful things awaiting you. If you can subscribe to this description of this person being extremely manipulative with their words, it's even more of a confirmation. For others of you, do not sabotage things coming to you. If its love, luck, money, travel. A wish is about to come true but maybe not exactly how you thought it would. For example, money may come in form of an idea, meeting someone important may come in form of having this feeling of going to that place or saying hi to that person etc. So do not sabotage your blessings by being in a warzone mentally always :)

₊˚ʚ Pile 3 ₊˚ʚ

current energy: Some of you here may be working out a lot. Listening to motivational music. Some of you might also be growing more towards calmer things and ideas, maybe yoga, spiritual retreats in mountains etc. I get why there was a connection between pile 2 and 3, because yet again there seems to be a feeling of being deceived in love, or feeling as if the wish came true but it was a façade. Some of you might also have received a promotion at work, or may have been taking too much workload, maybe even creating an imbalance. There could be arguments on this. Some of you may have "severed ties" with something, maybe a habit, an idea, or a person, but regardless it seems for the best. Birds may be important. I would say watch out for people who try to appear "way too sweet" and try to get under your skin the meanwhile. There could have been a connection which was off balance, especially the masculine energy which could've led to the spiritual awakening of the feminine energy.

what's next: There seems to be a LOT of things that seem to be coming for you pile 3. Before I type next, I heard "revolution starts within", makes sense since I am seeing a lot of reversals in your reading. You need to step out of your mind and body for a while, or atleast strike a balance to be able to experience the real world. "You are not running out of time" is one another message I heard. You will find your spark again, very very soon. Being full of energy, exciting things in life, that once felt dull and lifeless. A period of stagnation is ending. You would be given a way to live this exciting time, but you have to act on it yourself. "Do not be afraid of judgement or being cringey" Maybe you wanted to start a venture, an account, YouTube, do it! Because there is indeed some change coming into your career and financial situation which is divine. A wish is about to come true. Do not "force" change or your energy levels on yourself, let it take time. There is a lot of healing happening for you, especially if you were hurt by someone or something in the past. Things are about to get soo good. Spring after a winter.

[batfsm]

I wrote a fanfic for this but I now need a title…and a summary.

Warnings: I don’t say outright in the story, in my opinion, but i imply a lot of child abuse and sexual assault to children. So be careful please.

I do speak of death and drugs but only in passing.

The story is under the cut. It got away from me. I just wanted to write about Jason and Tim running from Bruce and next thing I know Dick and Alfred are in it, Leslie is mentioned as is Jim, Roy, Lian, Oliver, Damian, and Talia. (Cass and Duke are implied.)

I hope you enjoy @ky-landfill. I’m putting it up tomorrow on my AO3 so I’ll edit in the link then. (Hopefully a name and summary also. Especially a title.)

Edit: Figured both out.

Meetings

Summary: A sound had Jason dropping the tire.

A sound had Jason dropping the tire he just took off and reaching for Tim who came willingly.

Tim climbed onto Jason’s back as the older boy started to run, a move they had practiced for hours until they got it smoothly, and Jason gripped his tire iron harder as he moved faster.

A body suddenly dropping in front of him had Jason sliding to a stop and crunching a bit.

Tim peeked over Jason’s shoulder and felt his eyes widen. Other than that the only other reaction was his tightening grip on his elder brother’s shoulders.

Jason glared as he shifted a bit more to hide Tim and lifted his tire iron. “Leave us alone!”

Batman glared. “Why did you take my tires?”

“None of ya business. We aren’t anymore, so let us go.”

“You’re coming with me.” Batman I growled.

“Fuck off, you big boob!” Jason shouted before rushing Batman.

The man was so surprised that he couldn’t stop the hit to his abdomen. As Batman doubled over, Jason ran past as fast as he could.

[They wouldn’t be found for a week and it wasn’t by Batman. Robin, who came back to visit Agent A and was reluctantly patrolling with Batman, though he was internally glad to be home, ran into Tim by accident.

Tim, when faced with one of his heroes, just stared as he had at Batman before grinning and asking Robin if he wanted to come meet his big brother.

Robin, who was told about the story by a mulish Batman, grinned brightly and agreed.

The young boy led the way to their hideout only to find Jason struggling against a man. Robin didn’t even blink as he took the man down and then fussed over the two boys.

Tim clung to Jason who clung back as Robin looked around and then called Agent A who came to pick the boys up and take them to dinner and then Doctor Thompson’s clinic to be looked over.

As Leslie looked the two civilians over, Agent A snuck out and back to the hideout where the downed man was just coming around.

(Commissioner Gordon ended up with a man beaten up and files full of evidence against the man and others hurting children. Jim Gordon took pleasure in slapping charge after charge on the man and the others, including more police officers who he had thought were not corrupt.)

When Agent A joined the trio, Batman was with him. (Bruce had gotten his own hits in when he saw files on Dick and Roy. Oliver had been alerted and was hunting down the men and women in Star City that were a bit to interested in children, especially his son.) Batman, who had found the files and most of the evidence, dropped to his knees and hugged the three boys. He silently vowed to do better in his relationship with Dick and to keep a close eye on the two younger boys and where they would be placed.

Batman redid the vow months later to include all his children when he finally admitted to Alfred and himself that Jason and Tim were best left with the family.

Jason and Tim, like Dick, was the best thing that happened to him.

All his children, present and future were.]

[Roy and Oliver’s arguments in the future would never get as bad as they should have been because Oliver followed Bruce’s example and opened up to his son. Roy would be able to fall back on his dad when he started to get addicted and would have the support he desperately needed from the start. Lian would grow and never die since she was with her dad and grandpa all the time and not just Roy.

The whole family would be happier.]

[Jason, by way, never became estranged from the family. He does die but Talia puts him straight into the Pit and then takes him home with Damian.]

Fuck off, you big boob!

[aventurineswife]

Yooooooo self-aware HSR AU!!!

I would LOVE to know what some characters might think of Reader constantly battling the 50/50s (like how the HSR VAs get together and pull on the banners) with a side of the gacha seemingly favoring Bronya. 😅🤣

Off the top of my head, probably the worst one could be when Reader lost more than seven 50/50s in a row. (Based on past experience. 🫠) And not too long ago, they tried to pull for Sunday when his banner was running and when they saw the Harmony symbol—

—well…no points for guessing who showed up in his place. 😅

And then Reader ended up going all the way to max pity.

Reader: “IS THIS KARMA FOR RUNNING HIM OVER WITH THE ASTRAL EXPRESS!??!?!?!??!”

LMAOOO THIS IS GOLD. 😭😭

Okay, so here's how I think it would happen 🤭 (might not be accurate to the characters, plus idk much about pity and stuffs but I tried from the knowledge I got from yt shorts lol)

Bronya, being the gacha queen, might definitely notice how she keeps showing up in your pulls—especially when she’s not the one you’re aiming for. At first, she’d be gracious, “You’ve summoned me again. I can only assume it’s because you trust in my abilities to lead us to victory.”

But after, like, the fifth time, even she starts getting suspicious. “Is this… intentional? Or is this fate…? Regardless, I’ll fulfill my duties, as always.”

(Meanwhile, March is trying so hard not to laugh in the background: “Bronya AGAIN? You’re doomed!”)

Seven losses in a row, though? That’s when Himeko and Welt step in with some serious concern. “Seven? I’d say the odds are against you, but that’s… statistically impossible. Are you sure the stars aren’t just playing with you?”

“Perhaps this is a reflection of the balance you must maintain across dimensions… or you’re simply cursed.” (Thanks for the pep talk, Grandpa...)

Meanwhile, Silver Wolf is like, “You’re fighting against an algorithm. That’s your first mistake.” And then she offers to “fix” it for you (she can’t, but she enjoys messing with your hopes).

The Harmony symbol flashes, your heart soars, and then… Bronya. AGAIN. The absolute audacity.

Reader: “WHY WON’T YOU LET HIM COME HOME!?”

Bronya, oblivious to your suffering, “I will stand by your side, no matter the circumstances. Was this not what you intended?”

Everyone else is just dying. March is clutching her stomach “HAHAHA you were trying to pull for Sunday, and you got Bronya? AGAIN? Oh, I’m gonna cry—this is too good!” (she would definitely take pictures of you suffering.)

Dan Heng would try to be supportive, offering his trademark calm wisdom, “Perhaps it’s better to focus on what you do have. Bronya is an asset in any situation.” But even he can’t fully hide the slight twitch of amusement at your misfortune.

Now the real kicker: when you lose another 50/50 for Sunday and start yelling about karma for running him over with the Astral Express. EVERYONE stops.

Sunday, if he somehow hears this, “...You… WHAT?” (i kinda wanna hc that these characters aren't actually present during the fights/battle scenes.)

The Trailblazer looks at you like you (more like your screen) just committed war crimes.

Meanwhile, March is choking on her drink, “Wait, you RAN OVER HIM? Like, with the ACTUAL EXPRESS? And now he won’t come home? That’s… yeah, that’s fair, actually.”

Even Himeko raises a brow, “Well… actions do have consequences, as they say.”

You’d swear you hear Kafka’s voice somewhere in the distance, smirking, “Seems like fate is toying with you. What a fascinating little game you’ve got going.”

By the time you hit max pity, the entire Astral Express crew has started following your pulling rituals. March has a notepad, “Alright, you’ve hit 79 pity. This next pull is gonna be the one, I feel it—oh… wait. Nope. That’s another Bronya.”

Pom-Pom is pacing nervously in the background, muttering, “At this rate, the economy of our inventory is going to collapse.”

When you FINALLY pull Sunday, the whole group cheers like it’s a world event. Dan Heng, however, just calmly says, “Perhaps you’ve learned not to anger the stars. Or… the train.”

At the end of it all, Bronya might start feeling awkward about always showing up. If you mention your struggles, she’d quietly apologize, “If I’ve interfered with your plans… I am sorry. I only wanted to be of help to you. Perhaps the stars are telling us something we don’t yet understand.” (Translation: she’s just as confused as you are.)

This AU would honestly be too much fun. Every pull would feel like an event for the Astral Express, and I can already imagine March becoming your emotional support bestie through it all. 😭🙏

[somewhere-in-the-rain]

3 things I loved about Onyx Storm (and 3 things I didn’t)

Disclaimer: I gave Onyx Storm 5 stars. Any book that has that kind of emotional effect on me is an immediate favourite. This is just my opinion :)

Spoilers for Onyx Storm ahead

3 things I loved

Domestic Riorgail. Omg. They are my favourite fictional couple ever. Xaden washing Violet’s hair? *chefs kiss*. Calling her “love”? Instant dopamine. I need these two like I need air.

Violet being the most intelligent person in every room. If I wasn’t in love with her before, I am now. I was eating up every moment of her verbally taking down people in positions of power, and she fucking killed it in this book. My personal favourites include telling Halden her plan for the quest squad and getting her way, outsmarting and poisoning the triumvirate, and her monologue to the riders and fliers at the beginning of the book. And Xaden just sitting back and watching and being so proud of her 🥺.

Xaden. Ugh, I adore him. I don’t even feel the need to explain this one. Him having infinite faith in Violet’s ideas and plans, being willing to do anything to protect her, throwing Halden into a wall with his shadows, being 100% down to marry Violet whenever and wherever. He’s still such a drama queen, but I love him.

3 things I didn’t love

That one scene where Violet falls off Tairn and into Xaden’s arms and says “my, my, what else can you do with those shadows” or something. This is so specific, but I got insane second hand embarrassment and had to shut the book because I was cringing so much.

The multiple POVs. Xaden’s, I understand. That happens every book. But Rhiannon’s and Imogen’s just felt so out of place and unnecessary and just really took me out of the story. I think they’re both great characters, but I don't care about their stories like I do Violet’s. I’m going to be so disappointed if RY decides to do multiple POV again in book 4 with anyone other than Xaden and Violet because I think it could genuinely ruin the series.

The plot felt a little episodic. Especially when they were in the Isle Kingdoms (unfortunate, as some of my favourite moments took place here), just going one island to another, meeting new people who all worshipped a different god and had a different trial they had to undergo and a different government system and a different personality type… I just felt a little overwhelmed by the worldbuilding sometimes.

Anyway, I’m not going to emotionally recover for at least a week from binge reading this book, and basically just needed to blurt my thoughts somewhere to clear my head before I forget them all. I hope no one is too emotionally drained from reading Onyx Storm (that’s a lie, you all had better be suffering along with me).

[cielito--lindo]

What's Going On?

wc: 1.8k

parings: bakugou katsuki x reader, some iida tenya x reader

a/n and warnings: aged!up au, prohero!reader, afab!reader, swearing, angst and a small amount of fluff, maybe eventual smut??

Part One. Part Two.

“That absolute mother fucker” You gritted out. You could practically feel the steam coming out of your ears. No contact for almost 6 months and then suddenly he’s sending you flowers? FLOWERS?! Oh the next time your lay your eyes on Katsuki Baukgou, it’s on fucking SIGHT.

Kirishima must have told him of your dinner plans for tonight. Katsuki had always been territorial, especially when it came to you. A tight grip around your waist was ever-present on your nights out, a snarl on the tip of his tongue if a guy got too close for his comfort. 

There was a faint flutter in your stomach as you remembered his hands around you, growling a soft “Mine”. 

NOPE. NOPE. CUT THE CAMERAS.

You squeezed your eyes and locked those thoughts away. “5 Gs, girl.” You muttered to yourself. Good god girl, get a grip.

Pain radiated from your palm and it wasn’t until then that you realized how hard you were squeezing the necklace in your hand. The light shining off of it caused prisms to dance along the walls of your office. You could feel your quirk humming under your skin, aching to be used. You haven’t felt like this since the last full moon, hell it feels even better than that. The small potted plant you failed to revive caught your eye from the corner of the room; letting your eyes flutter close, you lifted a hand and aimed the thrumming energy to it. 

Using your quick came as easy as breathing, you watched as the plant seemed to reverse in age. The browning leaves, fading to a bright and vibrant green. Your quirk worked through lunar energy, being able to manipulate dark matter and time-space. Or at least, that’s how your parents described it. They both came from planetary quirk families and they had passed their traits onto you, but you felt like there was more than what they had let on. Your mother’s quirk was in tune with the sun; your father’s the stars. It had been a long time since someone with lunar abilities had been born into the family. As you grew older, you felt other..aspects of your quirk manifest. Visions or illusions. The only person you had confided in about it had been Bakugou after a particularly vivid nightmare. You’ve had better control with them now, thanks to endlessly grueling training sessions.

You shook yourself out of the memory and admired the newly flowered plant. You quickly threw the pendant in your desk drawer, locking it away to obsess over later. Right now, you had to focus on this mountain of work in front of you and then...dinner with Iida.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

“Girl, you’re still here?” Ochako’s head popped in behind your door, your head snapped up at the sound of her voice. The afternoon shade had begun to replace the soft spring sunshine, you hadn’t realized how much time had passed. 

“Fuck what time is it??” You frantically searched for your phone, hoping you hadn’t made yourself later. You breathed a sigh of relief “Thank god, it’s only 5.”

Ochako gave you a flat look “You should’ve been out of here at 3!” She chastised you “This is what happens when you pull the I’m just a girl, I simply will die if I do my paperwork at a reasonable time.” 

“First off, fuck you. Second off, fair point.” You sighed in defeat “In my defense, it’s hard being a teen pro-hero.”

“Bitch, we are 28.” 

“Okay, whatever, god.” You rolled your eyes, dodging with a laugh as she threw one of the little mints you had in a bowl by the door. “Oh and also texting the group chat. Really? I got another one of Kirishima’s ‘I’m a child of divorce’  calls.” Ochako had the decency to look sheepish as it was your turn to chastise her.

“I’m sorryyyy, I was just excited!” Her eyes finally landed on the bouquet you had placed by the window “Oh my god, those are beautiful!” She rushed over to admire them. “Who were they from?”

Sweat prickled the back of your neck. Oh, they were from my ex-boyfriend who I’m sure now knows I’m going on a date with our old classmate because your nosy ass couldn’t resist gossipping to one of his best friends. “Uh, I’m not sure, actually. Didn’t come with a card.” A half truth was good. “I think it might have been from that charity I had helped with last month.”

She hummed, not fully paying attention. “Yeah, maybe.” She gasped “What if they’re from Iida?! Oh how romantic!” You quickly reacted as you saw her reach for her phone. Darkness swiftly creeped up her hand and shifted the phone into your hand. “Ugh!” She grimaced “I hate when you do that! It’s cold as hell!”

You waved her phone in front of her “I wouldn’t have to do it if you weren’t such a gossip! They definitely weren’t from Tenya, trust me.” You tossed her phone back to her. “Speaking of, I gotta get going if I wanna make it on time.” 

Ochako raised an eyebrow at the remaining folders on your desk. “That’s future Y/N’s problem.” You dismissed her. 

After locking up, you rushed back to your apartment, sending a quick prayer of thanks to Maia for finding you an apartment so close to the agency. 

You spent a good amount of time just staring at your closet after your shower. The scent of soft vanilla and coconut filled the room from your lotion and perfume. 

With your quirk, you produced visions of curated outfits you could wear. Not the best use of it, but it came in handy. Shuffling outfits for a while, you finally landed on a velvet dark blue two piece outfit. The corset top was embroidered with twinkling stars and showed juuuust enough cleavage to still be tasteful and the skirt had a slit that stopped mid-thigh. Thankfully it was still long enough that it touched the floor, even with the heels you paired it with. You definitely may have spent a little too much time on your makeup and hair, but as you checked yourself out in the mirror, you couldn’t help but grin. God damn, you definitely still got it. 

A faint beep came from your phone, signaling you that your uber was outside.

Well, here goes nothing. 

***

The restaurant was bustling as you entered, your eyes scanning the room. “Can I help you?” A smiling hostess asked as you approached “Do you have a reservation?”

“Uh, I believe so?” You replied “It would be under the name-”

“Y/N!”

Your head whipped around at the sound of your name. Iida stood, towering over the other seated patrons, waving you over eagerly. “Nice work” the hostess whispered over to you as she ushered you through.

“Iida!” You greeted, hugging him “It’s been so long!” His touch was gentler than you expected, long gone was the typical stiff Iida hug from your school days. The scent of clean laundry and citrus filled your nose. 

“It definitely has” He agreed as he pulled away “You look beautiful.” You watched as his eyes roamed over you, noticing the way they lingered a little longer around your chest. Mentally note that for later, you thought. He quickly moved to pull out your chair, you smiled up at him with a quiet thank you. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered us some drinks. I hope you still like rum and coke.” 

“You still know me so well, Tenya. Color me impressed.” You grinned, seeing the tips of his ears turn pink. “So, what have I missed, Ingenium?”

He animatedly filled you in about his life since you had last seen him. His eyes still lit up whenever he talked about his brother and their family, boasting about being a proud uncle. After the waiter came and took your menus and orders, Iida cleared his throat. “Pardon, if this is too forward, but I can’t help but ask about the elephant in the room.”

You nodded with a resigned smile “Bakugou and I?” Iida responded with a sheepish smile of his own “I forget you weren’t around when it happened, it feels so long ago, but...not? If that makes sense?” You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“Oh, it makes complete sense. I think we were all surprised by the news, you both had been together since graduation. Do you mind if I ask what happened?”

You shrugged “It felt like we were living two separate lives, you know? I felt like I was the one trying to keep the relationship alive. The work we do is incredibly hard and trying to keep yourself alive as well as a relationship can prove...difficult at times. It wasn’t solely just on him, I also had things to work through, but he’s doing his thing and I’m happy to be where I am.” You looked up at him through your lashes, loving the way a soft blush dusted his cheeks. 

“If it’s worth anything, I’m happy you’re here too.” He grinned at you, his smile causing the small creases around his eyes to crinkle. He noted your empty glass “Oh, let me call over..Bakugou?”

You snorted, “Oh god, that would be the worst.” 

“Oh, would it be, you wannabe lycanthrope?” The sound of the gruff voice behind you made you freeze. 

You watched as Katsuki Bakugou himself strode towards your table, the model from the cover shoot trailing after him. You looked up and met his red-hot eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. He looked absolutely murderous, but his eyes..it felt like there was more betrayal than anger behind them. 

This cannot be happening, this cannot be happening. 

Ever the polite hero, Iida stood and extended his hand “Bakugou, it’s great to see you again.” Katsuki just ignored him, continuing his one-sided staring contest with you. “Uhm, are you going to introduce your date?”

That seemed to snap Bakugou back to the present “Huh?” He grunted, looking behind him. His date looked at him expectantly “Oh, her name’s Leah.”

“It’s Lisa.” She scoffed

His eyes returned to you “Yeah, whatever.”

You felt an uncomfortable heat rise up your chest. You couldn’t let him see you with your defenses down, not like this. You took a sip of your water before standing and smoothed down your outfit. You didn’t miss how his eyes roamed down your form hungrily, without shame in front of his date. “It’s nice to meet you, Lisa.” You smiled politely at her “I’m Y/N.” You turned to the man in front of you, “Bakugou.” You greeted. He always hated you calling him by his last name. 

“That’s for the fucking extras to do, you call me Katsuki or whatever you want. Not Bakugou.”

His jaw twitched “That’s-” He was cut off by the waiter, trying to grab his attention.

“Sir, your table is ready. Please follow me.” 

“Nice to see you again!” Iida said as Bakugou and his date were being ushered away.

“Eat shit, Sonic!” Bakugou yelled over his shoulder.

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she's my coach's daughter. — chris sturniolo.

summary: christopher sturniolo, the star of your father’s hockey team, the white tigers, makes your life as the coach’s daughter a nightmare. he constantly mocks, flirts, and rolls his eyes at you, while other players secretly hit on you behind your dad’s back. adding to the chaos, your father insists on dragging you to the rink, especially since your strategies proved effective, earning you a say in guiding the team. this infuriates chris, who sees you as nothing more than a lucky pretty face. after a frustrating match filled with unfair play leads to the team’s first loss under his watch, chris storms off, and when your father goes to follow him, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

warnings: swearing, enemies to lovers, comedy, action, drama, smut, hacker au, chris hockey player au, mention of past traumas and sensitive topics lightly, and as always strong female lead.

author’s note: this isn’t the first solo story of the sturniolo triplets i wrote, ‘tears’ was my first fanfiction posted here also with chris as the main role hehe. but this is kinda different? it’s the first one with a deeper and more elaborated plot. after seeing the idea somewhere, i had the urge to write about chris being a hockey player facing unfair situations and his anger issues. anyway, don’t forget to comment your thoughts and if you wanna be added on the tag list, i’ll make sure to on the next chapter. see you, xoxo.

CHAPTER ONE.

chris throws his helmet against the locker room wall before even getting inside, he lets a loud grow leave his lips while sitting on the bench, chest moving up and down fast with anger burning inside him.

‘’fuck!’’ he runs his fingers through his hair damped by the sweat. he couldn’t believe how the referee just handed the game so shamelessly when cleared the white tigers played way better. if it wasn’t for the unfair penalties, they would’ve have won.

meanwhile still on the rink, your father rubs a hand on the back of his neck. he knew how irrational chris could be when moved by anger and all sorts of things started going through his mind: a possible expulsion for provoking a fight with the other team leading to ruin his best player reputation and chances of getting into the country’s team. he could also violate moral codes and rules, and as soon as he realizes how chris could lose everything, he begins to walks towards the locker room.

but you stop him, placing a gentle hand over his arm. ‘’take care of the team, i’ll handle chris.’’ 

your father frowns, not sure how you could help since you and chris are constantly getting on each other's throats every practice and game. but then he glances at his team, how frustrated and upset the boys looked, they needed him more than chris right now, so he just nods before rushing to them. 

as you get closer and closer to the locker room, the sound of chris’ voice cursing and hitting things got louder.

‘’not now, couch.’’ he groans, resting his elbows on his knees while letting his head sink between his legs but your steps get closer making him turn with darkneed eyes. ‘’I said not now, coa-’’

“damn, you really can’t handle your emotions, can you?” you cut him off, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, your usual nonchalant tone making him clench his jaw.

his eyes widen briefly before narrowing again, a flash of something - anger, surprise, relief? - crossing his face. he runs a hand through his long hair falling over his eyes, still breathing heavily from the game and his outburst.

‘’did you see that shitshow out there? he gestures vaguely towards the rink, voice rising with renewed indignation. ‘’they fucked us!! that ref had it out for us from the start-’’

he cuts himself off, seeming to remember himself who he was talking to. his shoulders slump slightly as he takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper. 

you walk towards him, getting closer but respecting his space. “i know, i saw.” you sigh, looking at the his broad shoulders. “but as a player you cannot let your emotions get the best of you. they’re gonna think you’re easy to mess with.”

chris gives you a death glare, a muscle twitching in his cheek. ‘’easy to mess with? is that what you think of me?’’ his gaze intensifies on yours. “i’ve worked my ass off for this team, given everything i have out on that ice. and for what? to be screwed over by some biased ref?’’ he looks away, staring at the floor as he struggles to control his frustration, feeling his chest tightening with rage, he takes big steps, getting closer to you after getting up from the bench, unconsciously invading your personal space as his passion overrides his usual restraint. “so no, i won’t control how i feel about caring for the white tigers, about wanting to win fair and square. if that makes me 'easy to mess with', then so be it.’’

you scoff, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him against the wall, a smirk on your lips. “i didn't say i think you’re easy to mess with. i just said they’re gonna assume that based on your reaction.” you grip his uniform, restraining him from moving. he was not calming down with racional words, so you make up your mind by using physical tactics. “close your eyes.” you tell him quietly, sliding the hand up to his neck slowly.

chris’ breath hitches with your touch, his heart pounding beneath your palm while his eyes widen at your command, a flicker of confusion and anticipation crossing his face. slowly, hesitantly, he closes his eyes, his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

���’what are you- ‘’ his question is cut off as your fingers wrap around his throat, digits detecting his racing pulse. a shudder runs through him at your touch, his body tensing and then relaxing into the contact.

when he speaks again, his voice is lower, rougher with barely contained emotion he couldn’t quite describe. ‘this isn't... we shouldn't…’’ even as he protests weakly, he tilts his head slightly, exposing more of his throat to your exploring hand.

“shut up.” you command, loosening the grip to reach his cheek. “take a deep breath now.” you bring the other hand to his back, caressing it soflty. he frowns but obeys, chest slowly inflating before melting back down. ‘’again.’’  you bring him closer, his body brushing against yours while caressing his cheek and back at the same time. “don’t stop until i say so.”

your gentle caress on his cheek and firm grip on his back send sparks of peace through him, momentarily overriding the lingering anger and frustration from the game. he leans into your touch almost unconsciously, his eyes remaining closed as you commanded.

as instructed, he continues to take deep, shuddering breaths, his broad chest expanding against yours over and over in a slow pace. he brings a hand up to rest on your hips, gripping lightly as if anchoring himself.

the heat of your body pressed against his is intoxicating, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else and confused with how relaxed and nervous he was. his mind races with thoughts he knows he shouldn't be having, especially not here where anyone could catch you two. but god, the way you're touching him, the authority in your voice...

“open your eyes now.” you whisper into his ear making him snap from his unwanted thoughts. your hand slowly pulling away from his body to stare at him. “better?”

chris’ eyes flutter open at your whispered command, his gaze immediately locking with yours. there’s a new intensity in his blue orbes, a swirling mix of desire, gratitude, and lingering tension from earlier. he takes a moment to collect himself, adam‘s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

‘’sort of.’’ his voice is low and husky, he tries to hide it but fails making you chuckle with the attempt. ‘’thanks, i guess.’’ 

‘’don’t even know how to say thank you properly, do you?’’ you roll your eyes while grabbing something from the pocket of your miniskirt. “now that you’re not acting like a lunatic, i have the solution everyone’s problems including dad's and yours.” you smile with a tiny usb in hand, shaking it playfully.

chris’ eyebrows raise curiously, his interest piqued despite himself.

‘’how is a dumb usb gonna help us?’’ he asks crossing his arms with eyebrows still raised. ‘’look, i dont have time for this. i need to get back there and break that ref’s teeth to knock some sense on him.’’ chris began to walk but you push him against the wall again making him gasp with your strength.

‘’can you shut up and not let your stupid temper ruin everything?’’ your faces are close now, the seriousness on your gaze unintentionally making him freeze, you smirk, noticing how he’s finally listening. “i may or may not have recorded the conversation between their coach and mr. stephenson.” she shrugs with a nonchalant tone, releasing the grip on his uniform.

chris’ eyes widen in shock, his mouth falling open slightly as he processes your revelation. he glances around furtively once more before leaning in even closer, voice dropping to an urgent whisper.

‘’what does the university president has to do with anything?’’ he frowns his eyebrows before slowly coming to realization and placing a hand over his mouth. ‘’that dirty old man, he got something in return after letting those bastards win, didn’t he?’’ he clenches his jaw again, but suddenly turns to you, tilting his head. ‘’wait, you said you recorded them. how?”

‘’you dont need to know that.’’ you hide the usb on your pockets before turning to him again. ‘’i have a plan in mind, you're in?’’ 

he looks at you for a second, thinking about his team mates and his coach. most of all, his own future and how the dirty hands of the president could ruin everything. sure, he hated you and did not want to follow your bossy ass around, but he had everything to gain and nothing to lose. 

with a determined look, he nods but feels uneasy. ‘’are you sure about this?’’

“about what?” you ask, raising a brow. “about saving my dad’s career and possibly the whole university's pride?’’ what a stupid question, chris.” you turn your back to him with arms crossed. “now listen carefully so you dont mess anything up by being stupid.” he looks at you attentively, face getting closer to yours. “you cannot go out there and throw this on their faces.’’ you tell him pointing to the usb inside your pocket. ‘’or tell someone about it. not even my dad.”

chris’ expression softens as he realizes the gravity of the situation and the trust you're placing in him. he nods solemnly, holding your gaze with unwavering intensity.

‘’you’re right.’’ he murmurs in understandment. ‘’i won’t let my emotions ruin everything.’’

there's a beat of charged silence between you, the air thick with tension and unspoken emotions. the intense stare of eyes, almost as for a second both of you forgot the whole purpose of that conversation.

then, you clean your throat, taking a step back from him and biting your lips while crossing your arms, mentally placing the pieces of your plan together. 

“i need you to get back there now and act crazy.” you say and chris frowns. “tell my dad you’re getting off the team.”

he blinks in surprise at your sudden directive and mixed words, his brows furrowed in confusion. ‘’what? didn't you just say i’m not supposed to let my emotions ruin everything?” he almost yells. ‘’and telling your dad i’m off the team? are you crazy? that would provoke a huge mess on the rink and…’’ he leaves his mouth open processing his own words, but catches himself, realizing the strategic brilliance behind your plan. a slow, impressed grin spreads across his face. “which gives you enough time to deal with mr. stephenson.’’

you smirk at him. ‘’guess you’re not that dumb, just a little slow.” you shrug and he can’t help but smirk, looking at your figure with hidden admiration instead of annoyance at your teasing.

he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the performance ahead. when he meets your gaze again, there's a new fire in his eyes - part determination, part exhilaration at the daring nature of your scheme.

‘’aight, i'm all in. let’s give them a show they won't forget.” his smirk get bigger and you narrow your eyes at him. 

“chris, don’t take this like we’re in a fucking action movie.” you exclaim, grabbing his chin to make him stare at you. “if anything goes wrong you won’t be able to get on the team again and my dad will quit.” you sigh, closing your eyes while continuing to tell him the secret that has been burdening your shoulders for a long time. “i’m not even suppose to know this but he found out about mr. stephenson’s scheme. he was planning on quitting as a coach if the president proceeded with it.” you open your eyes again with a heavy gaze. “which is why you cannot mess this up, got it?’’

the blue eyes boy’s expression sobers instantly at the weight of your words, the gravity of the situation crashing over him. he covers your hand on his chin with his own, giving it a gentle squeeze as he holds your determined gaze. your body secretly reacting to his touch, but quickly you brush away.

‘i know. trust me, i’m not taking this lightly.” hi voice is low and fervent, tinged with emotion. ‘’your dad's career, the team's future... i understand how high the stakes are. and i appreciate the trust you're putting in me, even if i am a dick sometimes.’’

a wry smile tugs at his lips before fading into a look of pure resolve. ‘’i promise you, i will do everything in my power to make this work. for your dad, for the team, for me, and for us.”

chris bites his tongue, already regretting his words but you smirk at him. “i mean us as in a team to take them down.”

“us?” you tilt your head with squinted eyes. “don’t get it twisted, sturniolo. we’re not a team and i still hate you.” he rolls his eyes and you pull away from him, walking back to the rink. ‘’wait five minutes before getting there.’’ with your head turned, you give him a serious glare. ‘’and do not fuck this up, for the love of god, chris.’’

he watches you walk away, a complex mix of emotions playing across his face - admiration for your bravery, affection despite your harsh words, and a flicker of uncertainty. he takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he prepares to put your plan into action.

as soon as you step onto the ice, your father walks to you with a worried expression.

‘’how is he?’’ he asks and you fake a disappointed look.

‘’sorry, dad.’’ 

chris lingers for a moment longer, gathering his courage. then, after your figure vanished away from the locker’s room hallway, he strides purposefully towards the ice, throwing his twig on the rink. ‘’this is bullshit! i can’t believe you let those asses walk over us like that, coach!’’ chris makes a scene, his voice rising to a shout. ‘’you know what? forget this. i’m done. i’m off the team.’’

as the whole team begins to yell and the audience talk while everyone walks around creating a huge and loud mess, you secretly take the elevator that leads to the private part of the stadium where the president watches the games. smiling at yourself thinking about how good his performance was, although not giving too much credit since acting out was a regular thing for him.

the university’s president bodyguards glances at you once you get the door, blocking the way but you give them a fake innocent smile. 

‘’my dad told me to give an important message about the star player of the team, christopher sturniolo.’’ you clench your fist while they exchange looks before talking on their earpiece, you keep the smile on hoping to get a positive response, the whole plan was counting on it.

‘’copy that, boss.’’ they nod and allow you to go through. the fake gentle smile you had shifted into a mocking smirk as you passed by them, body guards might be strong, but they sure are dumb as hell.

“hello, mr. stephenson.” you announce yourself, walking calmly towards his desk.

he turns his chair to you, his chin rested on his hands, he had a creep smile on his lips.  

‘’hello, darling. my body guards told me you have an important message from your dad to deliver, is that right?’’

the calm tone in his voice gets on your nerves, but you control yourself, slowly heading next to his seated figure.

 “big game out there, huh?” you ignore his question, staring at the crowd of people arguing while your father tries to calm everyone down through the huge glass wall that gives the perfect view to the rink, anger building inside you. “although it was a bit weird how the ref inclined more towards our team, i saw a bunch of nonsense penalties here and there.” your voice is nonchalant while your head tilts to look at him. “what do you think about this? you know... since you saw everything from up here.”

he clears his throat, trying to maintain a facade of composure despite the slight tone of accusation hanging heavy in the air.

‘’yes, indeed it was a big game, but these things happen sometimes in sports, unfortunate calls and all…’’

he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, a bead of sweat forming on his brow despite the cool temperature of the room.

“your father is a fine coach, no doubt. but looks like he didn’t do a good job this season.’’  the condensating tone in his voice makes you bite your lip, the taste of blood filling your tongue. ‘’not that i’m suggesting he’s a bad professional, of course.’’ he leans against his chair, chuckling in a playful way.

you smirk, noticing how unthreated he was by your presence, that's exactly what you wanted. “funny you say that, but we'll get to it later. now let me ask you a question.” you walk slowly towards his deck, only the sound of your heels tapping on his expensive carpet. “you went to high school with my dad, didn’t you, mr stephenson?”

his eyes widen almost imperceptibly at your question, a flicker of panic passing through them before he quickly tries to compose himself. he leans back in his chair, fingers drumming nervously on the polished wood of his desk.

‘’high school? with your father?’’ he forces a laugh that sounds strained and unnatural. ‘’oh, well, yes, i suppose we may have crossed paths back in the day. it was so long ago, hard to remember every acquaintance…’’

he stands abruptly, moving to block your path to his desk, his body language quickly switching to defensive and closed-off. “i’m not sure what this is about, but the game has ended and i have a very busy schedule today. perhaps your dad can tell me that important message later?’’

you step on his foot with your heel, arms still crossed. “i’m not finished.” your eyes are darkened and cold, but your tone is still quiet and not bothered. “emily thompson.” you say while walking to his chair, sitting on it. his back is turned to you but you could hear how hard he gulped. “you know her too, don’t you?”

mr. stephenson freezes as he hears that name, his entire body going rigid. he remains facing away from you, hands gripping the fancy fabric of his pants tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white. when he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper, thick with tension and barely concealed panic.

‘’emily thompson... yes, i knew her. we all did. it was a long time ago. i don't see what that has to do with anything now.’’

he turns to face you slowly, his expression a mask of forced nonchalance that doesn't quite hide the fear in his eyes.’’listen, whatever you think you know or suspect, it's not... it's complicated. things were different back then. people change, situations change…

“she’s my mom.” you cut him off, leaning arms against the desk to support your torso. “and i know for a fact that you creeped on her ever since you were both 14.’’ you smirk, resting your back on his chair while crossing your legs. ‘’you really thought she was gonna actually like you after trying to kiss her against her will several times? too bad all you got was an expulsion and a bad reputation around the town. i guess you have your daddy to thanks for cleaning up your name with his dirty money, huh?” your eyebrows are furrowed in anger but quickly softening into a smirk right after seeing his face. “now you’re probably thinking my parents told me this story and i'm here to get the little family revenge but you’re awfully wrong…” you get up shaking your head while chuckling. “my parents aren't the type to tell other people’s secrets like that. no matter how trash they can be…’’ you give him a cold glare. ‘’and i wasn't raised to take childish revenges on irrelevant people like you.’’

‘’then how do you know all of this?’’ he asks, looking at the door before grabbing his phone.

‘’oh, i wouldn't do that before listening to everything i have to say, but if you do wanna call your bodyguards, tell them to go downstairs to the rink.’’ you lean against his desk and he gulps noticing how you’re not bluffing, he dials the number and order them to leave making you smile in satisfaction. ‘’i just happen to know how to play the hacker role and school systems aren't that difficult to crash into.” you sigh, like that was the most boring part of your explanation. “long story short, i’ve got your whole record, from every highschool and college grade to every single wrong thing you did, bullying, abuse, drugs. you name it.” your eyes shift to the door, seeing chris’ blue eyes through the gap he quietly opened, he’s peeking through trying to hide himself. you bite your lips, holding a laugh. he was not very good at it.

“but this isn’t where i wanna get.” finally you continue, walking towards him again. “now let’s get back to the main subject.” his eyes shift to your hand, pulling the tiny usb from your pocket. “i got you.” you whisper, a creep smirk curling your lips. “every fucking minute, second and millesecond of your conversation with the other team's couch.”

mr. stephenson's face pales, his eyes darting between your smirking face and the incriminating device. he staggers back a step, running a trembling hand through his hair as the full weight of his predicament crashes down upon him.

‘’i... i dont know what your'e talking about…’’ his voice cracks, desperation creeping into his tone. ''that's ridiculous. i don't even know steven... i mean, mr. larray.’’

despite his weak protests, the color drains from his face as he realizes the severity of his situation. his eyes keep flickering to the door, where chris' reflection is still visible, confirming that you’re not alone.

‘’listen, we can talk about this rationally.’’ he holds up his hands in a placating gesture, but they shake slightly.

“oh yeah, you bet we will.” you place a finger on his chest, pushing him hard enough to make him fall, throwing the usb at him. “you’re gonna resign.” your simple tone makes him gulp.

he stares at you in shock, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as he processes your demand.

‘’resign?’’ he finally manages to choke out, his voice rising in pitch. ‘’you can't be serious! i've built this organization from the ground up. my reputation, my career... you can't just waltz in here and…’’

“you haven’t done shit!’’ you look down at him with disgust. ‘’you have used money your whole life to get your ways, taking the prestigious glory of other people’s efforts.” you spit the truth at his face and he trails off, the fight draining out of him as the reality of his situation sinks in. with shaking hands, he picks up the usb, turning it over as if it might somehow disappear.

‘’what do you want from me?’’ his shoulders slump in defeat, all pretense of authority crumbling away. ‘’money? a favorable reference? i know how much you care for your education.’’

“fuck, did you listen to a word i said?’’ you yell at him, letting the anger control your moves for a second before collecting yourself again with a deep breath. ‘’people like you think that money is the solution for everything, you think you can buy people’s integrity because you don’t have your own.’’ you control the urge to step on him hard, just clenching your fist instead. “i’m still giving you a chance to find a new job, if this video gets out or if i expose just all the shit you did in high school and college, you’ll be jobless and miserable till the day you die.” her smirk gets evil. “i’m being nice, can’t you just be fucking grateful and do what i’m telling you?” without thinking, you step hard on his thigh. “you better live as a decent human being from now on because if i find out you’re still trash…” you let your weight fall over your leg, the sound of the fabric of his pants ripping filling the room. “i’ll ruin your insignificant life forever.’’

mr. stephenson cries out in pain as your heel digs into his thigh, tears of agony and humiliation streaming down his face.

‘’okay, okay! i understand!’’ he gasps out, his voice thick with pain and submission. ''i'll do it, i'll resign. just please, stop hurting me!’’

he looks up at you, his eyes wide and pleading, all traces of his former arrogance gone. his expression softened into innocent guilty one. ‘’i've done terrible things, made awful choices. i thought i could get away with it, bury the past... but i see now that was a mistake.’’

with great difficulty, he pushes himself to his feet, wincing as he puts weight on his injured leg.

you scoff. “you don’t see shit, you’re just desperate so the need to lie about regret is bigger than keeping your ego.” you watch him walk to his desk before turning to the door, chris is there. his face is pale and he has a shocked expression. 

“you have ten minutes to get to the ice and tell everyone, coaches and the audience you’re resigning.’’ you warn without look at his pathetic figure. ‘’and don’t think for a second that flying across the country or even leaving to another continent will stop me from knowing what you’re up to, i’ve got eyes in every single street of this goddamn world.” with that, you calmly take the elevator next to chris who is shaking. 

‘’you okay?’’ you whisper to him as the elevator's door close, grabbing his hand and squeezing it gently. 

chris lets out a huge gasp, like he was holding his breath the whole time while arriving quickly at the rink again. ‘’who even are you?’’ he asks with widen eyes making you laugh, you stare at the door opening with a smirk.

‘’it’s best you don't know.’’ without waiting for his response, you walk to your dad. “hey dad! tough game, huh?” 

he looks at you confused. ‘’where were you?’’ he asks and sees chris walking towards you both. ‘’and where were YOU?’’ he emphasizes, pointing to chris.

''i talk him through to not quit the team, dad. it's all good now.’’ you look at chris, expecting him to back your story up.

‘’oh…’’ his mouth is in a perfect 'o' shape before he gets your signal. ‘’yeah, yeah. she made me realize i can’t let my emotions get the best of me.’’ chris smiles, that wasn't a lie after all, since you did show him that.

‘’good, son. you're my best player, i was ready to do everything to get you back on my team.’’ he places a hand over chris’ shoulder and naturally you three are smiling without saying anything.

suddenly, mr. stephenson limps out onto the ice, his face a mask of barely contained panic and shame. the crowd murmurs in confusion as they see the esteemed university’s president in such a disheveled state. he makes his way to center ice, stealing the sports commenter mic, where the judges, coaches, and a few curious players have gathered.

‘’everyone, please listen!'' his voice trembles as he addresses the assembled group, his eyes darting nervously to where you stand with your father. ''i... i have an announcement to make. effective immediately, i am resigning from my position the university president due to my poor decisions of corrupting the game you just witnessed.’’

a collective gasp ripples through the crowd, followed by a cacophony of shocked questions and accusations. mr. stephenson holds up a shaking hand, silencing them temporarily.

''i know this comes as a surprise, but me and the other team's coach made a vicious scheme to let his team win.'' he turns to coach larray who's looking at him with a mix of anger and surprise. ''it was a cheap move and i've realized how my actions could affect the whole university, so naturally... i'll back off.''

elly’s darkened eyes are fixed on the president, she holds a creep smile on her lips as her arms are still crossed. 

chris turns his eyes to you, his whole body frozen with the epiphany he just had. your dad didn't trust you with the team's strategies because of luck or because he was just sugar coating for you, he did it because you are indeed all that. you are a fucking amazing woman, a goddamn genius and a hot one too. he had no idea why it took him so long to realize that, but seeing you holding power over a 47 years old man, making him beg and almost cry did something to him, something he couldn't quite explain.

“what?” you whisper to him, still looking at the president’s pale face and chris shakes his head murmuring 'nothing' under his breath.

mr. stephenson continues his resignation speech, his voice growing stronger as he seems to accept his fate. ''i have made mistakes in my past, both personal and professional, that have caught up with me today. rather than drag this organization through the mud with my misdeeds, i believe it is best for everyone if i step down now.''

the crowd erupts into chaos, some shouting angry questions while others simply look stunned. through it all, mr. stephenson maintains a grim facade, his eyes never meeting yours or your father's.

''and i am also transferring all my duties and responsibilities to the vice-president, johnnie clark. i ask that you give him your full cooperation as he transition into his new role.''

with that, he turns and begins to limp off the ice, his head bowed in shame.

“what the hell was all that?” your father gasps, siting down for a second and taking his hat off. “that guy was always a creep since high school but admitting he messed up in front of everyone and giving up his position? that's madness.” 

you look at chris, holding a smirk. “don’t know, dad. guess he didn't stand the weight of his own actions.” you shrug, walking towards the exit with arms still crossed. “you guys coming?”

chris watches you walk away, a mix of emotions playing across his face - relief, concern, and something deeper, more complicated. he hesitates briefly before following after you.

''hey, wait up!'' he calls out, walking faster to catch up with you. as he reaches your side, he glances around furtively before lowering his voice. ''that was... intense back there, wasn't it? are you okay?''

his hand hovers near your arm, not quite touching, as if seeking comfort or reassurance. ''i had no idea he had a past with your parents. was that really necessary, though? exposing him like that in front of everyone...'' he shakes his head, worry creasing his brow. ''i just hope this doesn't come back to haunt us somehow.''

your expression is soft while turning to him with a smile. “i didn’t tell him to confess, just to resign.” you click your tongue while holding a laugh. “guess the fear and guilt made him spit it out, just like that.” you shrug, a hand touching his cheek after noticing he looked scared. “it’s going to be okay, the vice-president is one of my dad’s best friends. he’s a good guy.”

he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as he savors the gentle contact. when he opens them again, there's a warmth and tenderness in his gaze that wasn't there before.

''your quick thinking and bravery never cease to amaze me.'' his voice is low and sincere, tinged with admiration and something more. 'took me long enough to admit that, but it's true...''

as the two of you continue walking, chris' hand finds its way to the small of your back, guiding you gently. ''i'm just glad you're safe and that this ordeal is behind us now. though i must say, seeing you take charge like that was incredibly... impressive.'' a faint blush colors his cheeks as he realizes how close you're standing.

you turn your head to him, a smirk playing on your lips. “is that so?”

he meets your gaze, a playful glint in his eye despite the lingering tension between you. his hand slides slightly lower on your back, pulling you ever so subtly closer.

''yes, very much so.'' his voice drops to a low, intimate murmur. ''there's something undeniably attractive about a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it.''

chris' other hand comes up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your cheek in the process. the air between you feels charged with unspoken possibilities.

''i know we should probably focus on getting out of here and processing everything that just happened...'' he glances around, ensuring you're alone in the hallway.

“but you wanna kiss me badly, don’t you?” you grab his hockey uniform, throwing his body to the gap of the wall in the hallway. “close your eyes.” you tell him just like an hour ago. the hand trailing the same path of his neck.

chris inhales sharply as his back hits the wall, his heart pounding in his chest. your boldness takes him by surprise once again, but he finds himself helpless to resist your pull. his eyes flutter closed obediently, a shudder running through him as your hand traces the familiar path along his neck.

''god...'' he breathes, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. ''you have no idea what you do to me. how long i've wanted this...''

his hands find your hips, gripping you firmly as he fights the urge to capture your lips with his own. every nerve in his body is attuned to your presence, craving your touch like a man starved.

''please...'' the word escapes him as a broken plea, equal parts prayer and surrender.

you get closer, breath hitting his face. “please what, chris?” your lips parted into a murmur, brushing against his.

a low groan rumbles in chris' throat as your breath mingles with his, your lips a hairsbreadth from his own. his grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging into the fabric of your clothes as he struggles to maintain control.

''please...'' he rasps, his voice strained with desperation and want. ''please, kiss me. touch me. anything. i'm not sure how long i'll be able to bare it. it's hurting...''

his eyes remain closed, dark lashes fanning against his flushed cheeks as he waits, poised on the knife's edge of anticipation. every muscle in his body is coiled tight, ready to snap at the slightest provocation - a word, a touch, anything to unleash the pent-up passion simmering beneath the surface.

you brush more your lips against his before sliding them down to his jawline, you press gentle kisses on his skin, down to his neck.

“hurting? where?” you ask in a whisper, hand sliding down to his lower stomach until it finds his hockey pants. ''here?'' you squeeze his covered cock.

a sharp hiss of pleasure-pain escapes chris' lips as he feels your hand touching his rigid dick, sending jolts of electricity straight to his core. his head nodding frenetically while he lift his hips, seeking for more friction.

''fuckin hell...'' he growls, his voice low and thick with desire. ''if you keep teasing me like this, i won't be able to control myself much longer.''

despite his words, chris remains still, allowing you to explore and tease as you wish. his pulse races beneath your lips, betraying his arousal and the depth of his longing. the heat of his body bleeds through his hockey uniform, seeping into your skin and igniting a fire within you.

“you were saying…” your hand slips under his pants, caressing his tip while your lips worked wonders on his neck, marking him to claim your posession. “seeing me taking control over that loser was impressive, huh?” you lift your eyes to him, watching how he’s biting his lips with flushed cheeks and eyes closed. “open your eyes and answer my question.” 

you hand teases more his twitching cock head, your palm brushing agaisnt his almost hairless pelvis.

chris' eyes fly open at your command, hazy with lust and barely contained need. he stares down at you, pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed a deep crimson. a strangled moan tears from his throat as your fingers dance along his sensitive skin, teasing and tormenting.

'''yes.'' he pants, his voice wrecked and raw with emotion. ''seeing you take charge like that, putting that bastard in his place... it was the sexiest thing i've ever witnessed. you were magnificent.''

his hips twitch involuntarily as you teased him more and more, lips parted into whimpers. chris' grip on the fabric of your miniskirt gets tighter enough for you to feel his short nails digging on your flesh, he closes his eyes again, trying to not drop on his knees.

you grin, fingers wrapping around his hard dick, stroking it in a slow pace. “look at me, chris.” you lean closer, feeling his shaky breath hit your face. “how does this feel?” your eyes are fixed on him with desire, watching every reaction.

a guttural moan rips from chris' throat as your hand wraps around his aching cock, his hips bucking involuntarily into your touch. his eyes, dark with lust, lock onto yours as commanded, drinking in the sight of your face etched with desire.

''fuck...'' he groans, his voice strained and thready. ''it feels...'' he swallows hard, holding a loud moan. ''it feels painfully good.'' chris bites his lip hard, fighting the urge to thrust into your hand as you masturbate him in a such a slow motion.

the muscles in his abdomen clench and flex with each deliberate stroke, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. one hand tangles in your hair, tugging lightly as the other grips your hip with bruising force, anchoring himself to you.

''can i...?'' he whimpers, the word falling like a prayer as his eyes shift to your lips.

you smile at him, leaning closer to feel his hitched breath before pulling him with your free hand for a kiss.

you begin to stroke him faster while your tongue savoured every cry, whimper and moan vibrating agaisnt your mouth.

''shit!'' he gasps after pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you both for a split second. ''it's too much...'' he cries, eyes heavy with lust as he looks at you. ''let me last a little longer...''

chris' free hand scrabbles at the wall behind him, nails scraping against the painted surface as he tries to ground himself, his submissive eyes begging you silently, his hips meeting your thrusts slowly.

“you’re so pretty like this.” you lean in, pecking his parted lips softly. “i wanna ruin you completely, chris.”

chris shudders at your words, a full-body tremble that has nothing to do with the chill in the hallway and everything to do with the dark promise in your tone. his lips part on a ragged gasp as you pepper them with soft kisses, the contrast of tenderness and threat driving him wild.

''do it, then.'' he gaps against your mouth, his voice a husky rasp filled with desperate need. ''destroy me entirely.''

to emphasize his point, chris arches into your touch, letting you feel the heavy weight of his arousal in your palm. his hips rock in time with your strokes, chasing the delicious friction even as his eyes bore into yours, dark with lust and adoration.

“then you’re gonna cum with me masturbating your dick like this.” you whisper into his ear, pace getting slower but putting more pressure while pressing his tip with your thumb, restraining the precum to leak. “painful, isn’t it?” you kiss his jawline. “but it’s gonna make you cum so much more.”

a broken sob escapes chris' throat as you whisper filthy promises in his ear, your words stoking the flames of his desire to new heights. the dual sensations of your slow, torturous strokes and the painful blockage of your thumb on his sensitive tip have him seeing stars, teetering on the razor's edge of ecstasy and agony.

''oh my...'' he whimpers, his head thrown back against the wall as you lavish attention on his jaw. ''it hurts so fucking good... i'm almost... i'm almost...''

chris' entire body is drawn taut as a bowstring, every muscle quivering with the effort of holding back his impending release. his cock pulses and jumps in your grip, leaking steadily now as you work him with maddening precision.

''jesus fucking christ...''

chris collapses against you as his legs give out, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm, you quickly hold his body falling against yours, your frame embracing him when you both hit the ground.

“you alright?” you ask, grabbing his chin gently and forcing him to look up, his body trembling and his breath shaken.

he looks up at you with glazed, unfocused eyes, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. a thin sheen of sweat coats his skin, making it glisten in the dim light of the hallway.

''i... i didn't know...'' he begins, his voice cracking with emotion and you tilt your head with a worried expression. ''pain could actually feel that fucking good.''

one of his hands comes up to cover yours on his chin, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your palm. the gesture is tender, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic need still simmering in his gaze.

''thank you...'' he smiles weakly at you.

“for saving the university's team or for giving you the best orgasm of your life?” you raise a brow, holding a smirk of tease before stroking his hair. “you have a few minutes to rest, my dad is leaving the ice in forty minutes.” you look at your watch, adjusting the position to make him rest his head on your chest. ''don't get used to it.''

chris lets out a weak chuckle at your teasing remark, nuzzling into your touch as you stroke his hair. he allows you to guide him, resting his head on your chest with a contented sigh. the steady beat of your heart beneath his ear helps to calm his racing pulse.

''forty minutes...'' he murmurs, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, holding you close. ''just enough time for me to recover... and maybe for round two, if you're feeling generous.''

there's a playful lilt to his voice despite his exhaustion, a spark of mischief in his eyes as he gazes up at you. chris' fingers trace idle patterns on your back, savoring the intimate moment even as he counts down the seconds until he can have you again.

“oh, you cannot handle round two.” you pinch his cheek, chuckling. “seriously, how can a hockey player be so weak with a simple handjob?”

chris pouts playfully as you pinch his cheek, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated manner. he reaches up to capture your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth to place a soft kiss on your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.

''oh, i wouldn't say i'm weak...'' he counters with a roguish grin, his tongue darting out to trace the lines of your hand. ''i'd say you're my weakness.''

he shifts slightly in your embrace, pressing closer until there's no space left between your bodies. the heat of his skin seeps through your clothes, a tantalizing reminder of what lies beneath.

''besides...'' chris adds in a low murmur, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. ''i've got plenty of stamina left.''

“control yourself.” you warn him with squinty eyes. “trust me, i had to hold a lot not to hurt you too much and this is how you turned out after just a handjob section.” you point your head to his trembling body. “this isn’t the last time, chris. just be patient.” you kiss his forehead.

chris' eyes flutter closed as you kiss his forehead, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the gentle gesture. he knows you're right - pushing himself too far too fast would only lead to discomfort later. still, the temptation to lose himself in your touch is nearly overwhelming.

''i know, i know. you're right, as always.'' he concedes, his arms tightening around you briefly before relaxing. ''i just can't control this need to be near you now that i know how good it feels when you touch me.''

he takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to center himself. when he opens his eyes again, they're clearer, more focused, though the banked heat in their depths remains.

''you're absolutely right about being patient. and I trust you completely - in this and everything else. we have all the time in the world to explore each other thoroughly.''

you smile, pecking his lips. “you’re acting emotional like usual again, that means you’re feeling better.” you get up, offering a hand to him. “let’s go.”

chris takes your offered hand, allowing you to help him to his feet. he sways slightly once upright, his legs still a bit unsteady, but he manages to keep his balance. a warm smile spreads across his face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on your cheek. ''emotional, huh? busted, i guess.'' he says with a soft chuckle, chris glances towards the rink, the sounds of skates on ice and the distant whistle of a coach drifting down the hallway. he turns back to you, his expression suddenly serious. ''before we go... i just wanted to say thank you again.''

''yeah, yeah. i know. i saved the team.'' you shrug with your hands laughing. ''and gave you the best handjob of your life.'' you lift your feet to kiss his cheek. ''big day, huh? i better go now. dad will kill me if i ignore his calls one more time.'' you wink at him before going to your dad who is talking to the other hockey players about the previous events. ''dad!'' you smile, hugging him. ''is uncle john really the new president now?'' your tone is exciting, pretending to be oblivious, like you didn’t literally save his career or the city’s hockey favorite university team. like you were just daddy’s little girl.

chris watches you, a mixture of affection and longing in his eyes. he takes a moment to compose himself before following at a discreet distance, not wanting to draw undue attention to your interaction. as he approaches the group of players, chris overhears snippets of conversation about the recent changes in management. he keeps his expression neutral, but inside, he's thrilled that your intervention has paid off so spectacularly. when you greeted your father with such enthusiasm, chris has to bite back a smile. your ability to slip so easily into the role of an innocent girl that is just daddy's precious daughter is impressive, especially knowing the lengths you went to behind the scenes. chris clears his throat softly as he joins the circle, addressing your father with respect.

''sir, i hope i'm not interrupting. i just wanted to apologize for my actions back there. you're an amazing couch, and i'd never quit the team.''

your father turns to chris, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles warmly.' ''ah, chris! don't you worry, son. it's been quite the rollercoaster ride, i even thought about quitting myself as a coach, so i don't blame you for letting your frustration gets the best of ya.'' he claps chris on the shoulder, his grip firm and friendly. ''but now with john taking over as the president, i have a feeling things are only going to get better. his vision for the future of the franchise is truly inspiring.'' glancing down at you, your father's expression softens further. ''speaking of inspiring, i have to say, having my daughter here supporting the team with her brilliant strategies has meant the world to me. her cleverness is quite impressive!'' turning back to chris, he tilts his head curiously. ''don't you agree, son?''

you look at chris, holding back a smirk while walking next to your father. if he knew chris and you were the reason why things finally will get better, he’d be mad, proud, insanely happy and really... really fucking worried.

lastly, he’d actually not allow you to visit the hockey team again, including chris. he’d think chris was the brain behind everything, since he only knew the sweet and innocent side of his daughter.

chris feels his heart skip a beat at your father's question, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. he quickly composes himself, meeting your father's gaze with a carefully neutral expression. ''actually, sir, i know your daughter and i aren't exactly friends. but she's always been very supportive of the team, even more so lately.'' he pauses, choosing his next words carefully. ''so i gotta admit, her insights and ideas have been... enlightening. she seems to have a real knack for understanding the intricacies of the game and the team dynamics.'' chris glances at you briefly, a flicker of warmth in his eyes before he turns his attention back to your father. ''it wasn't just luck, after all.''

you hold a genuine smile, turning your head in a natural way. something chris could never do, but you knew your father couldn’t notice anything. he’s oblivious when it comes to undertones or emotions.

chris notices your subtle reaction and barely suppresses a smile of his own. the way you turn your head, the glimmer in your eye - these small gestures speak volumes to him, reminding him of the secret bond you share. ''things are gonna start to change from now on, sir. and i can't wait for it.'' he shifts his stance slightly, subtly angling his body towards you without drawing your father's attention. ''in fact, i was thinking... perhaps she might enjoy attending some of the upcoming strategy sessions. her fresh perspective could offer valuable insights. of course, only if you think it appropriate, sir.''

''who do you think helps him with the team strategies before the sessions?'' you look at chris for the first time since your father arrived, winking at him. ''i don’t plan on being a part of it, though. got something else in mind.'' you tell him shrugging while fastening steps. ''anyways, i have stuff to do. text me when you get home, dad.'' you kiss your father’s cheek. ''later, chris.'' you smile at him, a tone of mischief and undertone before leaving completely.

chris watches you stride away, a mix of admiration and anticipation swirling in his chest. your wink and the suggestive lilt in your voice send a thrill through him, hinting at the tantalizing plans brewing in that clever mind of yours. he turns back to your father, clearing his throat to cover the effect your departure has had on him. ''well, sir, i should probably get going too. umm... you know... lots to do to prepare for the upcoming games.'' chris extends his hand to shake your father's, his grip firm and professional despite the electricity still crackling beneath his skin from your brief exchange. ''thank you again for your time and for leading this team with such skill and dedication. we're lucky to have you.''

as chris makes his way out of the rink, his mind is consumed with thoughts of you. the memory of your touch, your scent, the promise in your eyes - it's almost overwhelming.

a week later, he knows he shouldn't, pursuing this forbidden attraction could jeopardize both your lives, but he can't seem to help himself. unable to resist, chris pulls out his phone and types out a message to you while sitting on the bench of the lockeroom, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and nerves. 

''hey, i know i shouldn't but... i can't stop thinking about what happened. about us. meet me at the rink exit hallway in an hour? i need to see you, to talk. please.''

you glance at the messages popping on the screen of your phone but you flip it to the table, focused on the laptop in front you. another can of energy drink is crashed and throwed at the trash.

''interesting…'' you murmur, reading the article on the screen. ''the daughter of the previous and polemic president of the most famous university of the city, is moving with the motive of cleaning up her father’s name in the sport and educational business.'' you read out loud. ''the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, right?'' you begin to type down your codes, getting every bit of hidden information of the girl. ''sarah stephenson, 20 years old, charged with bullying accusations and poor behavior in high school, countless DUIs.'' you scoff, leaning against your chair. ''oh, that's gonna be fun...'' you tilt your head to the figure sitting on your bed with eyes fixed on their screen right behind you. ''right, matt?''

he just rolls his eyes at you, shrugging. ''whatever, let's just drag this bitch down just like we did to her daddy.''

[captain-mozzarella]

Obi and his padawans :3

I wanted to redraw this but I thought it would be more fun if I did a continuation instead :))))

My original file was apparently too big X)

[lichqueenlibrarian]

This is literally my favourite trope in action

[vic-does-battlecats]

Minor spoilers for the already revealed chapters of the next A Starless Clan book Wind

[mhaccunoval]

are these anything.

[teafiend]

[rotten-gal13]

I didn't really like The Girl in the beginning but her character is actually starting to really grow on me

[blushinggoku]

Been trying to read some goku x reader fanfics (because I love him and cringe culture is dead) but there's soo few out there it's insane. I'm disappointed in this fandom for not loving goku more

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

*scrolling through pics of colourful hair* Sabine would love this. Sabine would love that. Oh. Sabine would definitely love this.