#who are allowed to be loud and proud and are celebrated for it

[ask-crow-aus]

this is actually how I reply when people ask me why I’m so weird

I have witnesses

[ekybrini]

Alienated | Will Smith

request: Hii can I please request a fic with Will Smith? Maybe with a plus size / curvy reader? Like a hurt / comfort fic with lots of angst then lots of fluff? Thank you!

— ⟡ summary | After overhearing hurtful comments you start pulls away from Will, feeling insecure. Will’s confused by your silence, not knowing what went wrong, while you struggles with your feelings and the doubts creeping in.

— ⟡ warnings | rude comment relating to ones body figure (not said but implied)

— ⟡ word count | 3.6k

— ⟡ gabs note | hiii!!! im sorry to the person who requested this almost a month ago!! after spring break some of my teachers decided that some students don't have a life outside of school and gave us possibly twice the work we got 1st semester. also these next to months are going to be BUSY with my ap classes and ap test that are coming up!! so if anyone request something I won't be able to get to write it soon, but I will when I have time!!! also my inbox is glitching which isn't allowing me to see everyones request until a week later so it may take a while for me to see it.

The music thrums softly through the upscale restaurant, glasses clinking, conversation flowing easily between players, staff, and their plus ones. It’s supposed to be a celebration, a night out with the team, no pressure, just good food and laughter.

You’re here with Will, of course, lingering at the edge of the room while he’s caught up in conversation with a few teammates. He looks so at ease, laughing, effortlessly slotting himself into the dynamic of a team that has quickly become his second family. You’re happy for him, proud, even.

But the longer you stand there, the more out of place you feel.

You’re scrolling through your phone, interested in whatever mindless feed is in front of you, when the words drift over from somewhere nearby. Soft enough that they probably think no one is listening but loud enough to cut right through you.

"I mean, Wills is an NHL player now. You’d think he’d be with someone, y’know…"

"Yeah, like, I’m just saying, he could have anyone he wants. And he’s with her?"

A laugh. One of them laughs.

Your fingers tighten around your phone.

You don’t recognize the voices. That almost makes it worse faceless, nameless strangers who don’t know you, don’t know Will, don’t know anything about your relationship. And yet, their words still sting.

You force yourself to breathe, staring down at the screen like you didn’t just hear every syllable. It doesn’t matter. Who cares what they think? But the words cling to you, wrapping around your ribs, constricting until your chest feels tight.

You knew people might think this way. You’re not the type of girl they expect an NHL player to be with. You don’t fit into that glossy, effortless mold the one that looks good in Instagram posts and fits neatly into the public eye.

But Will doesn’t care about things like that. Right?

You chance a glance across the room. He’s still laughing with his teammates, unaware, completely unbothered. He hasn’t looked for you in a while. Hasn’t checked in.

The thought slithers in before you can stop it. Has he ever thought the same thing?

The noise of the restaurant suddenly feels overwhelming, pressing in on you from all sides. You need air.

Your hands shake as you fire off a quick text to Will. “Hey, not feeling great. Heading home. Love you.”

You don’t wait for a response. You slip out quietly, out of sight before anyone can stop you.

The night air is sharp against your skin as you step out of the restaurant, wrapping your arms around yourself as if that will keep the words from sinking in any deeper. You walk quickly, head down, weaving through the crowded streets, desperate to get away.

You don’t even realize how fast you're walking until you reach your car, hands fumbling with the keys. Your breath stutters as you slide into the driver’s seat, closing the door behind you. Silence. Blessed, suffocating silence.

And then it all crashes down.

Your fingers dig into the steering wheel, knuckles white as you try to keep yourself together. But the words keep playing in your head, over and over, like a song you can't turn off. He could have anyone he wants. And he’s with her?

You swallow hard. It’s stupid to be this upset. It’s so stupid. They don’t know you. They don’t know him.

But still.

Your mind drifts back to every little moment that suddenly feels like proof that they’re right. Hasn’t it been months since Will posted a picture of you? At the start of the season, he’d proudly introduced you to everyone, arms slung around you, never caring who was watching. But lately, it’s different. He never hides you, but he doesn’t show you off either. He talks about hockey, the team, his new life in the NHL, but when it comes to you it’s quieter.

Your stomach churns as you unlock your phone. No text back yet. You check your notifications again, just to be sure. Nothing.

He’s busy. You tell yourself that, over and over. He’s with the team. He’ll probably see your message soon and call.

Except, part of you wonders if he even noticed you were gone.

The drive home is a blur. You don’t remember changing lanes, don’t remember stopping at red lights. It’s all muscle memory, your body moving on autopilot while your mind replays the night in excruciating detail.

Every moment twists inside you like a knife. The way those voices had laughed, casual and cruel. The way you’d felt smaller, invisible, like you didn’t belong there. The way Will hadn’t noticed you leaving.

You shake your head, gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

Stop it. Stop overthinking. He loves you. You know that.

But doubt lingers, coiled in your chest, making it hard to breathe.

By the time you pull into your driveway your hands are trembling. You cut the engine staring blankly at the dashboard, willing yourself to get out. For a long moment you just sit there, the quiet pressing in on you the weight of the night sinking deeper into your bones.

Your phone buzzes.

Your heart jumps as you glance at the screen. A message from Will.

“Hey, you okay? Just saw your text. Sorry I didn’t notice earlier.”

You swallow, something thick and heavy settling in your throat.

Sorry I didn’t notice earlier.

It shouldn’t hurt. He’s busy. He’s out with the team. Of course, he didn’t notice right away.

But all it does is confirm the awful thought you haven’t been able to shake.

He hadn’t noticed.

Not when you left the restaurant. Not when you didn’t send a follow up text. Not when you weren’t by his side for the rest of the night.

And if he didn’t notice that, how long before he stops noticing you?

Your fingers hover over the keyboard hesitating. The urge to just type yeah I’m fine is strong. To pretend everything is normal. To bury this feeling before it can spill over into something you can’t take back.

But you can’t bring yourself to do it.

Instead you lock your phone and step out of the car heading inside without another word.

You toss your keys onto the counter, take off your shoes and sink onto the couch pulling a throw blanket over yourself even though you’re not cold. You should shower, should change, should do something to shake this feeling off.

But instead you curl in on yourself staring at the darkened screen of your phone willing to sleep.

The blanket wrapped around you offers little comfort. It's not warm enough but not heavy enough, not enough but it’s all you have. The quiet hum of the refrigerator fills the silence but it only makes the emptiness louder.

You roll onto your side pulling your knees to your chest as you stare blankly at the arm of the couch. You still haven’t answered Will’s message. He’s texted again.

“Wanna call me? I just got home. I can come over if you’re not feeling good.”

You squeeze your eyes shut.

The worst part is, you want him to come over. You want him to hold you, want his voice to drown out the thoughts that have been running wild since the restaurant. But something inside you pulls back, whispering don’t let him see you like this.

Because if you tell him how much those words hurt, the way he didn’t notice you leave, the growing silence between you, what if he agrees with them? What if he says the one thing you're barely holding together against?

What if he doesn't even realize something’s wrong?

So you leave his texts on read.

And you lie there your fingers trembling over your screen wondering if it would be better to lie and say you’re sick. Or tired. Or just need space.

Instead, you say nothing.

The minutes pass slowly. Your phone buzzes once more before finally falling quiet, the screen dim.

It feels like giving up. Like choosing the silence. But it also feels like protection. Like if you just keep it all inside, you can manage the pain on your own without letting him confirm your worst fear. that maybe he is ashamed. That maybe, deep down he’s been slowly letting go without saying it out loud.

You bury your face into the pillow and let the tears slip out silently, each one hot against your cheek, each one dragging a new weight down with it.

You’ve never felt so small.

You must fall asleep at some point, but it doesn’t feel like rest.

When your eyes flutter open it’s still dark outside the sky outside the window a murky shade of gray. You’re still curled on the couch, blanket twisted around you, head aching and throat tight. The room is freezing now but you can’t bring yourself to move.

You blink up at the ceiling for a while, heart heavy in your chest like a stone that refuses to settle.

Your phone lies face down on the floor beside you. Part of you hopes there’s a good morning text from Will waiting for something gentle, something normal, something to tell you you’re overthinking all of this.

But when you flip it over and see the screen the hope fizzles.

“Hope you’re okay. I’m worried about you.”

“Let me know if you need anything.”

No call. No follow up. No joke to make you smile.

You want to scream at yourself for being disappointed. He did text. He’s checking in. It’s kind. It’s more than what most people would do. So why does it still feel like not enough?

You stare at the messages, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. You even type out a few things 

Sorry, just tired. 

Delete.

It’s nothing 

Delete.

I’m fine.

Delete.

Can’t talk right now.

Delete. Delete. Delete.

you toss the phone aside and push yourself upright. Your limbs feel heavy as you shuffle to the kitchen, half heartedly starting the coffee maker even though you know you won’t drink it.

You catch your reflection in the microwave door, eyes puffy, hair a mess, mouth drawn tight and quickly look away.

All morning, the world moves around you like you’re watching it through thick glass. You answer texts from friends with one word replies. You scroll through social media numbly, skipping past every glimpse of Will’s life photos from the restaurant, comments tagging his name, short clips of the team laughing over drinks. He looks happy. Carefree.

You didn’t even cross his mind, did you?

The ache sharpens again.

And when your phone rings around noon his name flashing across the screen you freeze. Your stomach flips, and your fingers twitch with the instinct to answer.

But instead, you watch it ring out.

You’re not ready. Not when you don’t know what you’ll say. Not when the pain still feels too raw to hide.

Because if he hears your voice, if he asks you what’s wrong, you're afraid everything you’ve been trying to swallow will come spilling out in a mess you can't clean up.

So you do what you’ve been doing best lately.

You stay quiet.

And Will just keeps texting you.

The pings on your phone are the only signs that the world outside your apartment hasn’t stopped spinning. You read every message the second it comes in your breath catching every time his name lights up the screen. But you never reply. You don’t even type anything this time.

You can’t.

Not when everything feels so tangled. Not when you’re still trying to figure out if this ache in your chest that's been building and building.  

Your mind replays the night at the restaurant in a loop every look, every word, every laugh that didn’t quite reach your ears. The conversation you overheard keeps echoing in the quiet spaces of your home, loud in the places where it hurts the most.

It’s not his fault. You know that. He didn’t say those things. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t join in. But he also didn’t notice you slip away. He didn’t chase after you.

And that's the part you can’t ignore.

So you leave his texts unopened now. Not out of anger, but out of fear. Because answering means feeling, and feeling means you’ll have to say something. And once you say it, it’s real.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting on the floor watching clips of the recent sharks game. Time slips by in moments that blur together quiet tears, unanswered texts, the sound of your own heartbeat thudding painfully in your chest. The apartment is cold. Or maybe you just feel cold. It’s hard to tell.

Your phone buzzes again.

You don’t check it. You can’t. You already know who it is. And you already know you don’t have the strength to lie.

You wish you could say something. Anything. But how do you even explain it? That some careless strangers at a dinner lit a match you’ve been holding too close to your chest for years? That their words didn’t start the fire, but they sure as hell helped it spread?

You hated how easily it got to you. Hated how quickly you’d turned inward. Hated even more that Will had no idea.

He hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d been laughing with his teammates, being his usual goofy self. He hadn’t even heard it. But the silence that followed? The way he didn’t notice you leave? It stuck to your ribs like shame.

You hear a knock.

You freeze. For a second, you think you imagined it. Then another one comes, louder this time, familiar even in rhythm. Your heart stutters.

Will.

Panic floods your body before you can stand. You’re still in the oversized t shirt you threw on this morning, hair a mess, eyes probably red and puffy. You didn’t think he’d come. You thought he’d give up.

Part of you wanted him to.

But most of you didn’t. Most of you just didn’t know how to let him in without unraveling.

Another knock. Then his voice, soft through the door: “y/n? It’s me. Can you open the door?”

Your hands tremble as you unlock it, the click louder than you expected. When the door swings open, he’s standing there with that boyish face that always makes you feel safe. But now his brow is furrowed, his eyes scanning you in quiet concern.

“Hey,” he says gently.

You open your mouth to reply but nothing comes out. Your throat feels tight. He steps forward, slow, like he doesn’t want to startle you. “I didn’t know what else to do. I was getting scared.”

You look down. “You shouldn’t have come.”

His expression softens hurt flickering across his face. “You haven’t answered me in two days. You missed the game. You’ve never…” He pauses, exhaling hard. “I didn’t know what was going on. You just disappeared on me.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you whisper, eyes burning. “I just couldn't.”

“Couldn’t what?”

You shake your head trying to keep it together. But the pressure in your chest tightens and suddenly it’s all too much. You press your lips together trying not to cry but your eyes betray you. Tears slip out before you can wipe them away.

Will steps inside and shuts the door behind him without a word. Then he’s there in front of you, hands on your arms, not trying to fix anything, just being there.

“Talk to me,” he says softly. “Please.”

You close your eyes. You don’t want to do this. But you also don’t want to keep hurting alone. So you let yourself whisper the words you’ve been choking on since that night.

“I heard them,” you murmur, voice barely audible. “At the restaurant. A couple girls...they were talking about me. About how someone like you shouldn’t be with someone like me.”

Will blinks. “What?”

You laugh bitterly through the tears. “They said you could have anyone you want. And they couldn’t believe you were with me. And I know it’s stupid, I know it shouldn’t matter, but it felt like they were just saying out loud the thing I’ve been afraid of since we got together.”

He stares at you like he’s trying to understand a language he’s never heard before. Like none of this makes sense to him because it doesn’t.

You keep going, because now that the words are out they won’t stop.

“You haven’t posted about me in months. You barely introduce me as your girlfriend to your teammates. You act like I’m just there sometimes. And maybe you don’t mean to. But it’s hard not to wonder if you’re ashamed of me.”

Will’s mouth opens but no words come out. His hands tighten around your arm and for a moment all he does is breathe slowly and heavy like he’s trying to keep himself grounded.

Then finally he whispers, “I had no idea you felt like that.”

You drop your gaze but he gently tilts your chin up so you have to look at him.

“I'm not ashamed of you. I love you. And I hate that you even had to wonder.”

Your bottom lip quivers. “Then why don’t you show it?”

He pulls you into him, arms wrapping around your shoulders so tightly it knocks the air from your lungs but in the best way. His hand cradles the back of your head, voice muffled against your hair.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. “I didn’t think I needed to prove anything. I thought you knew. But if I made you feel less than ever, that's on me.”

You bury your face into his chest, letting the tears fall freely now. 

You don’t know how long you stay wrapped in his arms.

Long enough for your breathing to even out. Long enough for the sobs to stop wracking your chest. Long enough that your t-shirt is probably damp from tears and your fingers are curled tightly into the fabric of his suit like you’re afraid he might slip away if you let go.

But he doesn’t move. Not even a little.

He just keeps holding you. His thumb gently strokes back and forth along your shoulder. Every once in a while he presses the softest kiss to your hair. Nothing rushed. No expectation. Just quiet love in every little movement.

When you finally pull back a little your face is hot and your nose is stuffy. “Sorry,” you whisper.

His brow furrows. “For what?”

“For all of this. For shutting you out. For crying all over you. For ruining your suit.”

Will doesn’t even blink. “You didn’t ruin anything.” Then, quieter, “And don’t ever apologize for feeling something.”

He brushes a thumb gently beneath your eye, wiping away the last of your tears. “I’m sorry you had to hear what was said. You should’ve told me I would’ve dropped everything if I knew. I wouldn’t have let you leave that night without me.”

You nod slowly. “I know. I just didn’t want it to be real. I kept thinking I’d wake up i'd forget about it. But it just got worse. I kept replaying everything in my head. What they said, the way they said it, how no one stopped them-”

“They’re assholes,” Will cuts in, a sudden spark of frustration in his voice. “I wish I’d heard them. I wish-” He stops himself, jaw clenched. “No one talks about you like that. Not while I’m in the room.”

You stare down at your hands. “I don’t think it would’ve mattered. They weren’t saying it to me. They were just saying it. Like it was obvious. Like I wasn’t good enough for you and everyone was just too polite to say it out loud.”

Will exhales sharply and then does something you don’t expect.

He stands up and offers his hand. “Come with me.”

You blink up at him. “What?”

“Come sit with me on the couch.”

You take his hand because it’s instinct now falling into his touch letting him guide you. He pulls you gently toward the couch, sits down, and tugs you into his side like he needs you close.

You curl into him, resting your head on his chest. His arm wraps around your back, fingers tracing soothing circles along your spine.

“I love you,” he says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I love everything about you. And I’m sorry I haven’t shown that enough. I thought you knew. But if you didn’t, if I ever made you feel like a secret or something I’m hiding then I’ve been doing this all wrong.”

You feel the words settle deep in your chest, warm and grounding.

“I guess I just didn’t want to be a reason you got made fun of,” you whisper.

Will sits up slightly, just enough to look at you fully. “You are never a reason for anything bad. And if anyone can’t handle the fact that I’m with the smartest, funniest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, that’s their problem.”

You swallow hard, emotions tugging at your throat again but this time, the tears feel different. Softer. Safer.

He smiles gently. “I’m posting you everywhere, by the way. I’m making you my lockscreen. You’re gonna be so sick of me.”

You let out a quiet laugh. “You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” His voice is firm, but tender. “You’re mine. And I’m proud of that. I want people to know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You press your forehead into his collarbone, heart beating a little steadier than before. “Can you spend the night?”

Will kisses the top of your head, his voice low and certain. “always”

[inconveniently-discorporated]

Just a reminder that it's a perfectly valid option to send a nice message or give a nice phonecall for a business or person supporting the LGBTQIA+ community, in whatever fashion.

I was at a place and they had a sign basically inviting people to use the restroom that was most comfortable for their identity. I decided that they needed to hear about it, because the people who would be mad about it are usually VERY LOUD and VERY ANGRY about it. Especially because it was a place you usually take children to.

So I explained that while I am cis, I have dear friends who are not, and I care about their comfort. And more than that, I'm trying to teach my daughter to have respect and kindness for others and celebrate people's differences, and that is a good example. I made SURE to mention that I was happy to spend my money there and would be proud to come back and spend more.

The message I got back was so nice -- they explained that it's not often visitors reach out to share positive feedback with them.

Allow me to highlight --

It's not often visitors reach out to share positive feedback with them.

Like I said, the people who are against this stuff have no problems being very vocal with their hatred. Take the two minutes to share your positive feedback and give them something tangible they can take to their bosses or boards or whatever to prove that representation and inclusivity is important and valuable.

Plus, you can give that one person on the other end of your message something to smile about, knowing there's someone who cared enough to reach out and show support.

[slytherinshua]

ON THE BLEACHERS

summary. your boyfriend is unapologetically whipped for you. here are all the things he does!!! genre. fluff. headcanons. christmassy juyeon!!! warnings. a lil violence mention. juyeon is adorable. not proofread. other than that nothing but fluff <3 pairing. jock!juyeon x nerd!fem!reader. (not specifically like nerd but... mentioned that reader wins a science fair and aces a test etc so leaning more towards jock x nerd trope.) wc. 1.8k. request. requested by 🗿 anon. a/n. i literally had SO many thoughts for this juyeon like OH MY GOD. net. @deoboyznet

jock!juyeon who was always obvious with his admiration for you even before he confessed. the entire school knew that he only had eyes for you and it was just a matter of when you would get together. the football team celebrated even more than juyeon when you became his girlfriend because they thought he would finally shut up about you. oh, how wrong they were…

jock!juyeon who simply can’t shut up about you!! sometimes he’ll just be talking to himself out loud, wondering what date he should take you on, what you would like as a gift, or what time you were free, etc. other times he’s yapping his teammates’ ears off about you because he’s so in love. he’s telling everyone about how you won the science fair that year, how you got 100 on your recent test, or how you slayed your english presentation (he knew because he missed his math class to watch you through the door). when it comes to you, he just can’t shut up, he’s so in love…

jock!juyeon who hears his teammates tease him all the time, calling him whipped or a simp. he couldn’t care less… in fact he’s proud of the fact that he’s absolutely whipped for you. because it’s you!! you deserve all the attention and affection you get from juyeon and he would never let petty comments from his teammates second guess how he acts around you. most of them are just mad that they can’t pull someone as gorgeous as you, anyway. at least, that’s what juyeon told you in a very upset ramble after-the-fact. you had to kiss away his pout.

jock!juyeon who wouldn’t hesitate to think with his fists if he ever heard them talking shit about you. he knows you would never advise physical fights, but he can barely control his anger when he hears something foul come out of someone’s mouth followed by your name. he’ll try his best to harshly shut them down with just words, but if they persist, his fists might just land on their nose. he has to sit through your scolding after the fact, but he would do it again in a heart beat. he doesn’t even care if he got suspended.

jock!juyeon who has no regard for being on time to classes or practice. his only concern is walking you to your classes, holding your hand in the hallway, giving you a sweet smile and wishing you luck before a test, and, of course, getting a kiss on the cheek before the bell rings. there’s rarely a day when he’s not 5-10 minutes late. he’s also extremely forgetful with his mind only being focused on you that he has to rely on you to have his textbooks and schedule for his next class. he was a little bashful at first when you’re handing him his textbooks and notebook and ushering him off to his class as you step into yours. but now he’s gotten used to it, and he quite likes it. especially when you leave little notes inside his notebook.

jock!juyeon who sprints through the hallways despite the no running policy after first quarter is done because second quarter is history which is a shared class he has with you. he literally gets to your classroom before you’ve even finished packing your bag. of course, he carries all your books and your bag for you regardless of if you have a shared class but especially this time since you’ll be walking in together. he always sits next to you, even the teacher can’t separate you two because he’ll find a way back to your desk sdkjskd. he always nudges your feet under the table or writes little notes on the paper if you’re not allowed to talk in class. you have to force him to pay attention with the bribe of kisses after school (which is always an effective bribe). he can’t even focus on taking notes or listening to the lesson because he’s too busy staring at you the entire time. but if you’re tired in class he will kindly offer to take notes for you both instead and he really does focus hard on writing everything down. his technique for note taking is lacking a bit but it’s still functional and informative enough for you that you don’t mind </3 it’s obvious that he tried his best for you and that is enough to warm your heart :(

jock!juyeon who is on the basketball team as well as the football team. whether it’s football or basketball, he’s the mvp and ace of both teams. although, his playing is wildly affected by you. he plays his best when he talks to you before games and knows you’re in the audience watching him. he’ll make every shot, and carry the entire team easily. but when you’re not there his game is completely off. he’ll miss shots that were easy, he’ll stumble and fall or even get injured and have to go to the nurse’s office. his brain is completely foggy when you’re not there or if there’s anything going on with you that he’s concerned about. especially when you’re sick or not at school for some reason the only thing he can think about is you. his coaches barely have to ask when they see that he’s not playing as well as normal— it’s always something to do with you. they let him take a short break to text you, and oftentimes, it gets his game right back where it should be.

jock!juyeon who swears his heart fell out of his chest when he first saw you wearing his basketball jersey. something in his brain or dna just SHIFTED right then and there he’s so obsessed. the second he saw you he kissed you so desperately like omg you looked SO pretty in his jersey he went absolutely insane. he always leaves his freshly washed jerseys in your locker and whenever you show up wearing them to watch him practice or his games he plays better than EVER. his coaches aren’t too happy about the fact that he keeps “misplacing” his jerseys and uniforms, but they order new ones for their star player regardless. they know their sports team would be in the dirt without juyeon. his talent always makes up for any recklessness he pulls.

jock!juyeon who always searches for you in the crowd before the game starts so he knows exactly where to look when he scores. he’ll blow you kisses or just smirk and wink at you when he scores an impressive point. or when he’s playing basketball he’ll point to you in the crowd and smile so everyone knows he’s always playing for you. although he’s attractive enough that several girls on the cheerleading team would kill to have a chance with him, their thoughts are immediately shut down the first game, as they watch from the sidelines as juyeon dedicates every last field goal to you.

jock!juyeon who loves to take you to the gym or field for extra practices with just him. you usually do schoolwork on the bleachers or grass while he runs laps or drills some hoops. usually it’s productive for the first half an hour or so until juyeon gets too bored of having you there but not paying attention to him. he might teach you some shots or coach you on how to handle the ball. other times he’s more interested in kissing you while you try (and fail) to focus on your science homework…

jock!juyeon who asks you out to prom and homecoming and all the school events just like any other boy with a crush would. everyone in the school knows you’ll go together and knows you’ll be accompanying him everywhere even if he didn’t ask. but juyeon loves preparing flowers and a big banner and all the extra stuff possible when asking you out, so even though you’ve been happily together for months, he’ll still ask you out as if you weren’t even dating yet. he still gets all warm in the face when you say yes.

jock!juyeon who is your biggest motivator. you barely notice how important he is to your life because he’s always there 24/7. but on the rare occasion that he stays home sick or can’t make it for any reason, you, too, struggle to focus on your classes. you’re so worried about him, it just comes so naturally. he’s not on your mind front and center as much as you are on his, but he’s always there in the back of your mind regardless. you care about him just as much as he cares about you, you’re just more covert in your way of showing it. while you prefer quieter actions like kissing his cheek, cheering from the sidelines, or writing him notes for his classes, juyeon wears his heart on his sleeve. he’s dedicating every single second of his life to you, and making sure everyone around him knows that you are his.

jock!juyeon who follows you around like a lost puppy. he really just lets you take the lead, he’s just happy as long as he’s beside you. the only thing is, he has to be holding your hand. he’s really big on that. always holding your hand in the hallways, only letting go when the second bell rings. he holds your hand during lunch too, and if he can't, his hand is around your waist or on your thigh. he’s so clingy and touchy, but you love it. the only time you won’t allow him to be clingy is when he’s sweaty from a game or practice. but this boy will take a shower so fast just so you agree to hug him again.

jock!juyeon who is hard on himself when he doesn’t play well during games. he still feels the pressure of being the mvp of the team even though he has great support from his coaches and you. if anything happens during the game, he blames himself. you always have to cheer him up and talk him through what went wrong. telling him it’s not his fault and that he did the best he could. he’ll only feel better once he hears your soft words while patting his back. and you always make sure to give him a kiss when you’re done talking too <3

jock!juyeon who shares all his highs with you. when he got accepted onto the national team for university, you’re right there with him congratulating him and being his biggest cheerleader. he’s there through your biggest highs as well, more proud of you than anyone else when you got into your dream university. he was honestly sweating it before you opened your acceptance letter because your dream university happened to be the one he got into on scholarship, and he was so scared he’d have to spend his university years apart from you. he couldn’t be happier that he’ll be right by your side throughout university as well. he hopes after those years, he’ll not only be able to call you his girlfriend, but also see a ring on your finger.

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[redroomreflections]

Guide Me

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Gentle Hands One Shot

Summary: Natasha is going away on a mission and she wants R to think of her while she's away.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI

note: I wrote this entirely for myself. There's fluff in here too.

w/c: 3.6k

Natasha sat quietly on the couch, her eyes drawn to the scene unfolding in front of her. You were kneeling in front of her, your arms stretched out, your eyes and face reflecting the huge smile you had as you encouraged Brynn to walk.

"Come on, Bubs, come to me," You said. "Come to Mommy."

Brynn was clinging tightly to Natasha's knees, her own tiny, chubby legs wobbling. She gave a little squeal of excitement, almost as if to say "I'm nervous", her determination both endearing and fierce.

"Go to your Mommy," Natasha coaxed, "you can do it, kotik."

Brynn seemed to be encouraged by Natasha's voice, patting her leg before reaching out a hand towards you. Your excitement was palpable, Natasha could feel it radiating off of you, and she was sure Brynn could sense it, too.

"Yeah, that's it, Brynnie," You continued. "I'm right here. I'll catch you."

And then Brynn took her first, tiny, tentative step, the biggest smile on her face.

"Nat," You whispered, looking up at her. "She's walking."

Natasha laughed, her heart filling with happiness, the moment seemingly frozen in time. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, as Brynn navigated the cool hardwood floors. You were only a few feet away from her.

And then Brynn wobbled and fell forward into your arms. There was a moment of quiet cheering as you hugged her to you.

"Good job, baby," You praised. "Kaia, guess what? Your sister just walked to me." You informed your almost three-year-old of her baby sister's milestone.

Kaia giggled, clapping her hands together in delight. "Yay, Brynnie."

Natasha chuckled. Kaia was so like you in many ways. Almost a mini clone. Even down to the dance you two performed in celebration of Brynn's first steps. The baby giggled loudly as you twirled her, blowing raspberries on whatever body part of hers you could reach, as you danced around the living room.

"My turn," Natasha said. "I want to dance with my baby." She stood, holding out her arms in anticipation.

You carefully passed Brynn over, who clung to Natasha.

"Mama," She said.

"Hi, my love." Natasha smiled widely. "I'm so proud of you."

Brynn grinned, reaching for Natasha's hair, and tugging on it gently.

"Ouch, kotik, " Natasha laughed. "That hurts."

Brynn looked concerned, pulling back to look at Natasha.

"No, no, it's okay, sweetheart." Natasha smiled softly, bouncing the baby on her hip. "Just a little tug. But never mind that, you walked." She leaned in, giving Brynn a loud, smacking kiss on her cheek.

Brynn giggled, squirming in Natasha's arms, before laying her head on her shoulder.

"I think she's tired," You said as you scooped Kaia into your arms to twirl her around. "It is almost bedtime." Natasha's heart warmed at the sight. She couldn't believe you were the woman she had once only wanted to protect—a woman who had been through so much, who had needed space to heal. Back then, Natasha hadn't imagined your friendship could turn into anything more. She hadn't let herself imagine it. Sure, she'd found you beautiful—who wouldn't? There had always been a quiet strength in the way you carried yourself, even on the days when your world felt like it was crumbling around you.

But this? A life with you, with Brynn and Kaia? That had seemed like a dream she didn’t know she was allowed to have. And now, Natasha had it. She had all of you.

"You should get them ready for bed, Nat," You said, as Kaia wrapped her arms around your neck, clinging like she always did when bedtime rolled around.

"But, Mama, I want to play with Brynn," Kaia whined, her voice laced with the beginnings of a pout.

"I'm sorry, Solnyshko, but you need to sleep. Come on, kiss Mama goodnight," Natasha said, and Kaia sighed but pressed a sloppy, wet kiss to your cheek. "We'll play tomorrow. You have school, remember?"

"I hate school," Kaia grumbled.

"No, you don't," Natasha chuckled.

"Do so."

"Kaia," You warned, and Kaia stuck out her bottom lip.

"Fine," she grumbled, though there was a softness in her voice now. "But you have to promise two songs before bed." Her eyes gleamed as she stared over at Natasha, knowing exactly how to tug at her heartstrings.

Natasha feigned reluctance, though the smile on her face betrayed her. She held out her pinkie finger to Kaia. "I promise," she said, locking their pinkies together with a gentle squeeze.

"And you have to sing them, not play the music."

"Kaia," You sighed.

"Okay, fine." Natasha laughed.

"You're the best, Mama," Kaia cheered, stretching in your arms to kiss Natasha's cheek and then leaning over to give Brynn one, too.

"How sweet," You murmured, watching them with a smile. Kaia’s pout disappeared instantly, replaced with a satisfied grin as she slipped out of your arms and shuffled toward the bedroom. "I'll catch up on dishes while you handle these two." You offered.

"You've done enough already," Natasha insisted. "I can wash the dishes."

"It's alright, I'll get them," You replied, brushing off her protest. "Besides, I want us to have tonight together before bed."

"I'll put Brynn to bed, and then I'll meet you in the bedroom," Natasha decided, and you nodded, making your way into the kitchen. Natasha watched you go, unable to help the smile that came to her lips. God, she loved you.

By the time Natasha stepped out of Brynn’s nursery, the house was quiet—save for the soft clinking of dishes being washed in the kitchen. She had promised herself she would come to bed after putting the kids down, but when she saw you moving around the house, still tidying up, she paused in the hallway. You had already done so much—cleaning up the toys in the living room, starting another load of laundry, and now finishing up the dishes that she had insisted on taking care of herself.

Natasha leaned against the doorframe, watching you for a moment. There was something peaceful about the way you moved, even in the mundane tasks. She loved how you always wanted to keep the home you had together running smoothly, even when you were tired. But it also made her heart ache a little. You did so much, often more than you needed to, always giving, always caring.

Quietly, Natasha made her way over to you, her footsteps soft on the kitchen floor. You didn’t hear her at first, too focused on rinsing the last of the plates, but the warmth of her presence behind you made you pause.

"You’ve done enough for tonight," Natasha murmured, slipping her arms around your waist from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder. "I thought we agreed we'd have time together."

"I was just cleaning up." You shrugged, letting the water from the faucet run over your hands for a moment. "You were busy with the kids. It's fine."

"It's not fine," Natasha said gently. "You do so much, and I appreciate everything, but I want you to relax."

"I'm used to taking care of things, Nat."

"I know," Natasha replied. "And I love that you are."

"I don't mind," You said, turning off the water and leaning back against her.

"But I do," Natasha replied. "Let me take care of you for once."

"Natasha," You sighed, but Natasha was already tugging you away from the sink. You turned into her arms, closing your eyes in pure delight when she kissed your lips. Her kiss was soft and slow, making your heart race. When you pulled away, your smile was wide, your cheeks a bit flushed, and Natasha thought you looked absolutely beautiful.

"I love you," She whispered, pulling you closer and brushing her nose against yours. "You mean so much to me. I wish I could show you how much."

"You do, Nat. More than you know." You smiled softly, leaning in to kiss her again, a little harder this time, your teeth grazing her bottom lip. "Though I do love how affectionate you're being, why do I get the sense you're about to tell me bad news?"

"I don't think it's bad, necessarily." Natasha shrugged even as her hands continued to roam your waist. Lovingly, of course, no ulterior motives there. "It's just, I got an assignment."

"Oh," You said, your expression falling.

"I leave in two days," She explained.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Three weeks."

"And you won't tell me where?" You guessed.

"I can't," Natasha said. "It's a matter of national security."

"I understand." You nodded.

"But," Natasha added, her hand coming up to cup your cheek. "When I get back, I'm not leaving the country for a long time."

"Is that a promise?" You teased, even though your chest was heavy with worry.

"That's a promise," Natasha replied, leaning in to kiss you again.

"How are you going to break it to the girls?" You asked. "You know Kaia has hard drop-offs at school whenever you leave."

"I have some ideas," Natasha said, "I'll have Wanda and Pepper take turns visiting. They can keep Kaia and Brynn distracted."

"Okay," You replied.

"Hey," Natasha whispered, her eyes searching yours with that intensity she always had when she needed you to feel her presence, her sincerity. Her thumb gently stroked your cheek as she leaned in closer. "I know it's hard. Believe me, I hate leaving you and the girls. But I'll come back. Always."

You swallowed, your heart feeling heavier despite her soft reassurances. It wasn’t just about her leaving for the mission—it was the way Kaia would cry at drop-offs, the way Brynn would ask for “Mama” with big, confused eyes, not understanding why Natasha wasn’t there. And as much as you tried to be strong for them, there was always a part of you that felt empty when she was gone.

"I know you will," you whispered, forcing a small smile. "It's just... three weeks is a long time."

Natasha pressed her forehead against yours, before her lips brush your temple. "I’ll make it up to you," she murmured, her voice low, comforting. "To all of you. When I get back, it’s just us. I’ll take a break—no missions, no assignments. We'll do whatever you want. I’ll even take Kaia to her soccer shots classes every week."

You laughed softly at the last part, shaking your head. "She loves those."

"I know," Natasha smirked. "But she's getting a little better at kicking the ball, and I'd like to see it."

You could hear the truth in her voice, feel it in the way she held you like she never wanted to let go. But the reality of her job was always there, lurking in the background, pulling her away when you needed her most. Still, you nodded, trying to push the worry aside, even if only for tonight.

"Okay," you said softly, resting your head against her chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. "But you’re the one telling Kaia in the morning. I’m not dealing with that meltdown alone."

Natasha chuckled, holding you tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Deal."

You held her tightly, breathing her in, committing this moment to memory, knowing that no matter how much she assured you that she'd be back, there would always be a part of you that was worried she wouldn't.

"I'm going to miss you," Natasha began, her voice soft and laced with sincerity. She kissed your lips again. An apology.

"I'm going to miss you too," you replied, your heart aching at the thought of her being away. "More than you know."

"I'll call every day," she promised, her hands tracking your back under your shirt. "Or as much as I can."

"I'd like that," you replied, kissing her once more.

"It'll go by fast," Natasha said. "Before you know it, I'll be back home with you, and we'll finally have a few weeks to ourselves."

"It's hard for me when you leave," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Your side of the bed gets cold. I don't have anyone there to hold me. To kiss me." You're laying it on thick. "It's hard not having someone there to—"

"Stop it," Natasha said, and you smirked, pulling back slightly to look at her.

"Stop what?" You asked, playing innocent.

"You're not being very subtle. If you're trying to make me change my mind about leaving, it won't work. But the other part..." Natasha grinned. "You have ways to care for yourself while I'm gone."

"I know," you said, your tone softening, a smile creeping onto your lips. "but..."

"But what?" Natasha inquired. "Hmm?"

"I've never actually done that,"

"Wait. Really? You've never touched yourself before?"

You shook your head. "Never needed to."

"So you're telling me you're a virgin in that department." Natasha smiled. "This is news to me."

"Nat, don't tease." You pushed her away gently.

"Come here." Natasha pulled you back in. "I'll show you what to do," She promised. "I'll make sure you feel good. Better than good. Amazing. The best orgasm of your life."

"You make big promises," You raised a brow.

"You've had better?" She scoffed.

"No," You shook your head. "I've just never felt the need or the desire to do it."

"So you have no idea what to do?" Natasha questioned, and you nodded, a little shyly. "What is it, baby?" She asked, tipping your chin up gently, so you were looking into her eyes. "Don't be shy."

"I just—I've always been a little repressed with sex," You explained, avoiding her gaze. "I mean we've talked about it before. I'm a woman with two kids. I'm no virgin Mary. There's still so much I haven't explored and I can't help but think how inexperienced I am."

"Hey, look at me," Natasha said softly, cupping your cheek. "There's no rush to explore everything at once, but I'll be more than happy to guide you. In fact, I'm honored."

"You're sweet," You whispered, and Natasha smiled.

"Come on," She said, pulling you towards the bedroom. She closed the door behind th both of you and got to work setting up pillows and a small area in front of the six-foot mirror you'd insisted on having in here.

"Now, I'm not saying it's going to happen right away," Natasha began, pulling you into her arms and peppering kisses on your neck. "But if you'd like me to teach you the ropes, I'd be more than happy to."

"I'd say yes to anything you offer," You whispered to her as you sat in front of her. She instructed you to take your pants off while she did the busy work of unbuttoning your blouse.

"Are you comfortable?" She asked and you nodded, pulling her closer, craving her body heat and the comfort her touch offered.

"Tell me if you want to stop," Natasha began. She gently coaxed your legs open, admiring the wet spot already forming, as she leaned her head against yours. "You don't know how sexy you are like this."

"In a nursing bra and Wednesday panties even though it's Friday?" You joked.

"Especially in that," Natasha murmured. "You always look so good to me, baby." Natasha kissed your neck.

"Touch me," You whispered.

"We're getting there, beautiful," She promised, her hand sliding up and down your thigh. You sighed, closing your eyes. You knew Natasha would make you feel good, and would make this experience pleasurable and enjoyable. "But tonight you're doing all the work. Just follow my voice." She instructed as she trailed her hands along your body.

"Take off your panties," Natasha whispered, and you obeyed. Your hand hovered over the waistband of your panties, hesitating. "Are you nervous?"

"A little," You admitted, taking a deep breath.

"You're gorgeous, Y/n."

"You make me feel that way."

"Good. Because it's true." She replied, pulling her hands away. "Take your time."

You slowly slid the underwear down your legs, biting your lip nervously.

"I'll start, and then you can take over," Natasha said.

"What are you going to do?" You asked.

"You'll see." She replied. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," You said, nodding, feeling a rush of anticipation run through your body.

She began by stroking your belly, moving to cup your breasts and toy with your nipples.

"Do you like that?"

"Yeah," You nodded.

"How about this?" She murmured, her hands running over your hips. You moaned, arching into her touch.

"Mhmm," You cursed, feeling yourself get wetter.

"What else would you like me to do?"

"Just talk to me, please."

"Talk to you about what, baby?" She whispered, her voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"Anything. I just want to hear your voice," You whimpered.

"I can do that."

Natasha's hands trailed along your inner thighs, her fingertips teasing your folds."I want you to use your fingers, just one," She began. "Feel around for that spot that feels good."

You hesitated for a moment, feeling shy.

"It's okay," Natasha whispered. "I'm right here. Do whatever feels good, baby."

You slid your fingers down between your legs, tentatively over your slit, before you pressed it between your lips. You were familiar with your own anatomy enough to find your clit. Your eyes widened slightly at the pleasure, the intensity, as you rubbed it gently.

You bit your lip, closing your eyes at the immediate pleasure, as you leaned your head back against her shoulder. Having her there as a source of support felt even better.

"Open your eyes, baby," Natasha instructed. "Look in the mirror."

You obeyed, your eyes meeting her's in the reflection.

"That's it, Y/n," Natasha murmured. "See how beautiful you look like this? With your legs spread open for me, your pussy soaking wet and waiting for me. You're perfect, Y/n."

"I want to go inside," You whispered. "Can I?"

"Of course," Natasha whispered. "Put one finger in."

You slowly eased a finger into yourself, whimpering at the sensation.

"How does it feel?"

"Good," You gasped. "But I don't know if it's enough."

"Try adding another," She instructed, and you obliged.

"Ah, fuck," You moaned, arching up into your hand.

"That's it, baby. Feel yourself, feel what you do to yourself," She whispered, her hands still stroking your inner thighs.

"Feels so good," You panted. Natasha used her hand to slow you down.

"Not yet," She kissed the side of your head. "I want you to enjoy this. I want you to think about me. How good I make you feel. Imagine your fingers are mine. Fucking you."

You groaned, the pleasure overwhelming, as you moved slower, taking your fingers in and out.

"Natasha," You whispered.

"Shh," She kissed the side of your head.

"I'm close," You whined.

"I know," She smiled. "But you have to wait."

"But why," You whimpered.

"Because it's better when I say so," She explained. She raised her hand, gently rubbing your breasts, careful not to be too rough. Though you do think about how much you would like it. "You're such a good girl for me."

"Nat," You whined, thrusting faster, as she held you closer.

"You're close, baby," She whispered, her fingers finding your nipples, gently tugging them.

"Please, Natasha, I'm so close."

"Tell me what you want," She demanded.

"Bite me," You tilted your neck for easier access. "Mark me. Please."

Natasha growled as she sunk her teeth into your neck, the pain and pleasure mingling together and making you moan. She sucked on the mark she had made, her hands roaming your body. You could feel your pussy clench around your fingertips.

"Fuck," You cried, your back arching.

"Cum, baby. Come for me," She commanded, and you obeyed, moaning loudly, as your orgasm crashed through your body, your muscles contracting.

"That's it," She soothed, holding you tightly, her hands caressing your sides. "Such a good girl for me."

You collapsed back into her embrace, breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering your skin.

"I don't know how you do that to me." You panted, your voice low and sated.

"Because I love you." She replied, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I love you too," You sighed, leaning back into her arms, as she stroked your hair. "Thank you."

"Of course, baby," She whispered, smiling at the sleepy expression on your face. "I want you to feel good when I'm not home. I want you to make yourself feel good."

"Thank you," You mumbled.

"You haven't taken your fingers out," Natasha pointed out.

"I haven't," You nodded.

"Is it good?"

"Yes."

"Are you ready to go again?"

"Not right now," You shook your head, closing your eyes. "I like being filled."

"Alright," Natasha chuckled.

"Can we just cuddle?"

"We can do whatever you want," Natasha replied. "Though we need to talk about the comment you just made."

"About being filled?" You questioned.

"Yeah," Natasha replied.

"Well, I like the feeling. And I'd like to feel more."

"Oh really," Natasha smirked. "How much more?"

"However much more you're willing to give." You kissed the part of her chin you could reach. "I do not doubt that if possible, I'd be pregnant by now."

"I'd love that," Natasha murmured. "Filling you with my cum and watching it leak out of you. Stretching you."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You smiled.

"Very much so," Natasha kissed the top of your head.

"Would you want to be on top or should I?" You asked, opening your eyes.

"You can." Natasha offered.

"But I don't know what I'm doing," You protested.

"Trust me. I'll walk you through it."

"You always do," You sighed. "I'm so glad I met you. The way you love me."

"Me too, baby," Natasha said. "You make me so happy."

"And you make me happy."

[777gojosgf]

HE JUST COMES RUNNING TO ME

777GOJOSGF IS TYPING…

777gojosgf: reader x olympic medalist!gojo satoru

IN WHICH:: gojo won gold at the olympics!

a/n: inspired by the alchemy - taylor swift

YOU STOOD ON THE STANDS, your eyes fixed on him, your heart thumping out of your chest from the intense anxiousness coursing through you. how he was feeling right now is beyond comprehension. it seemed like there was only him and the applause pressed themselves into your ears.

just like it always had been.

since the two of you were students, you have always supported his athletics by attending every game, no matter what the circumstances. there wouldn't be a competition where you wouldn't be there to support him, and what started as a frivolous game with shoko grew into having a crush on the top player and him falling head over heels for you.

so you couldn't believe it when you found yourself in Paris, wearing a league shirt with his name on it and blue bracelets around your wrists, chanting along with the crowd. though a small part of you was afraid of what we cannot say, you knew that he had enough confidence for the two of you. your thoughts were confused by an immense pride and confidence that could only have come from the devil himself.

"nah, i’d win," he murmured to you before the game after kissing your cheek, which elicited a light-hearted shake of your head. he was competing for the gold medal in basketball, and while you would support him unconditionally regardless of the outcome, something inside you knew.

so as the game started and they promptly scored in the opposing team's basket, the entire stadium celebrated, as did you next to shoko, who had joined you in the stands after ending her shift as a stand-by doctor in case of an emergency at the olympics.

"doesn’t this remind you of when we joined their games as high schoolers?" you asked, turning your gaze towards her with a sweet smile. the happiness of wonderful recollections encircling your facial expressions, and she nodded. "the start of you ogling gojo? yes, it does." she joked, and you nudged her side, before the sound of another point rang throughout the stadium, and everyone stood up to shout for him and his team once again.

as the game went on, almost coming to its end and satoru kept getting in points nonchalantly as if he wasn’t being watched by the entire world, as if he was not competing for championship.

but as the bell rang to signal the end of the game, the entire crowd got up and applauded for the champions, as did you in a haze. you hadn't believed it yet, and your cheers were so loud that you tuned it out while embracing shoko, but your sight never left him. in fact, he had been looking at you since the bell rang, having discovered you standing in the stands without your knowledge.

it also struck you how he hadn't even waited for the medals to be handed out; instead, you saw your white-haired partner rush over to you with a smug grin that couldn't scream satoru any more than it already did. fortunately, you and shoko had special VIP tickets that allowed the two of you to be as close to the court as possible. he had quickly taken you up and lifted you, causing you to squeal before kissing him so passionately that you felt electrifying sparks coursing through your veins.

satoru smiled even broader into the kiss, raising you higher and whirling the two of you around. you couldn't bring yourself to care about the sound of cameras shuttering and the flashes that were so bright that they pained your eyes when you closed them.

you could only care about him.

and this moment.

you had finally let go of the kiss but not without missing the warmth on your lips as you squealed, “you fucking won, i’m so proud of you ‘toru. so, so proud of you!” you told him with disbelief yet pride written all over you and his chuckles tuned out everyone around you, almost letting you forget that he was spinning around and kissing you on national television.

he hadn’t cared about having his own moment on camera.

nor receiving the gold medal immediately.

no, he needed you as there was nothing else that came as close to being a prize like you.

you were his prize forever and always.

"i told you i'd win, darling." he remarked before lowering you down to the ground, but not before bringing you in by your waist again, laying a kiss on your forehead and then back on your lips. the grin on your faces had never faded, and you could almost hear shoko rolling her eyes at the public display of affection, but that just added to your excitement.

“i am so proud of you—holy shit. gold! i—" you began, still stunned by his victory, and there were no words to convey how you felt; nothing could justify how much he deserved this, as did his entire squad.

“i know, baby. thank you," he laughed, and his eyes shone so brightly that you could swear it lifted the entire stadium's spirit, as it did yours. he was still holding you close, and the journalists were pressing up against the two of you, desperate to capture this moment and entice your boyfriend into an immediate interview for their articles, but he didn't pay them any attention.

the only thing he did think about was you.

"go! go claim your award they’re waiting—" you stated with widened eyes, feeling slightly sorry that he had chosen you over the moment of instantly claiming his medal, but he rolled his eyes amusingly. he relaxed his grasp on you and patted your head. "as you wish, ma'am," satoru drawled, before bending in to whisper into your ear, his breath heated and making you flush.

“but you’re the prize i’m claiming tonight.”

with that, he squeezed your waist before sprinting back to join his teammates, and the camera swiftly snapped another image of you flushed and slightly dizzy from the spinning the two of you had just gone through, but it quickly turned into a joyous giggle as you cheered on your partner.

you couldn’t believe any of it.

the greatest in the league…

and he just comes running over to you.

bonus::

“oh my god, ‘toru look at this one!” you held up your phone towards him with an edit of the two of you made and posted on tiktok, already gaining a million likes. his expression softened at the sight of you, and especially of the two of you being together and it being broadcasted worldwide.

now there were even strangers rooting for the relationship the two of you had.

he pointed to your phone, letting out a laugh before drawing you closer. "look at you being all flustered," he mocked, causing you to grumble in frustration and playfully smack his bicep, never escape the moment being shared across all media, and satoru had most definitely not lived it down.

before you could say anything, he placed your phone on the bed and drew you onto his lap. he reached over to the nightstand and placed his gold medal on you. "’toru?" you asked, perplexed as your hands stretched for the medal, fiddling with it as you met his gaze.

“ssh, sweetheart. just admiring my prize.”

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[gardenofhearts]

Oh So Sweet

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x reader

Summary: Although married off at age three and ten and sent away from Kings Landing, you never forgot your first love.

Word count: 2.7K

Content warnings: Bad parenting? Some self doubt and sadness, and also fluffy flufness.

Little author's note/disclaimer: (feel free to skip this)

I haven't written anything properly in years, which means I am very very very rusty. I essentially wrote this as bit of challenge to myself and I know it is not my greatest work, but I'm still proud of it.

So I hope you will like this! Feedback is welcomed and very appreciated <3

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Six years, that is how long you had been gone from King’s Landing and now you were back to celebrate Jacaerys Velaryon’s 20th name day. You had come as a representative from your husband’s house. He was currently indisposed due to some nasty fever and was too unwell to make the journey, and although you wouldn't admit it aloud you were all too happy to journey alone. Eager to see the man again whom you had loved since childhood.

Your husband was an insufferable swine four times your senior who had essentially trapped you in his estate after your marriage. Not allowing you to leave unless he were to breathe down your neck, it infuriated you.

However this specific name day celebration invitation had urged you specifically to attend, therefore you could not refuse or you would risk the fury of the royal household. Their fury was not one you wished to invoke.

Although it had been six years it felt as though little had changed in the Red Keep, much still looked the same. The same Targaryen heraldry hung the walls and decorated the castle, reminding you with every step you took to whom this place belonged. In case you forgot the dragons screeches outside. Years ago your father had been a member of Viserys I’s small council and had taken your mother and you with him to reside in the Red Keep.

It had allowed you to grow up with the royal children, and in that time you had grown partially fascinated with the eldest son of princess Rhaenyra. You had grown so close to him, the both of you were practically inseparable. Close in age and proximity, it was no wonder you were such good friends. He would take you to see Vermax and promise to take you flying to wherever you wanted to go. Every time he would train, he wanted you there and every time he won, he wanted you to be the first to congratulate him. You told him legends and stories of heroes and warriors of old. 

On your tenth name day the two of you had snuck out of the party to the Godswood, it is there under the glowing moon you were discussing the future when Jacaerys had let something slip. “I want to marry you,” he had whispered in a soft voice, almost as if he hadn’t meant to speak it out loud. In response you took his hand in yours as you whispered back “I want that too.”

By the time you were three and ten your mother had discussed a potential engagement between your two houses with Rhaenyra, who hadn’t seemed opposed to it. However, this discussion between the two of them had angered your father. He didn’t want his only daughter to marry a, what in his eyes looked like, a “bastard”. It prompted him to marry you off as soon as possible.Not even two months later you were wed to some lord in the Reach far away from King's landing. It was a sad ceremony and it resulted in a sad marriage.

Early in the evening a knock at your door roused you from your sleep, the handmaidens from earlier had come back to help you get ready. They carried several boxes each revealing a different dress, in various different shades.

“What are these?” You asked as you examined the fabrics up close, they all looked to be of highest quality but you recognised none of them, they were not gowns you had taken with you.

“Courtesy from prince Jacaerys my lady,” one of the handmaidens replied, her answer leaving you shocked. Jacaerys bought you these gowns? Your heart fluttered at the thought and you couldn’t keep your smile at bay. You looked through the many options, there were dresses in shades of purple, pink, red, green.

There was even a gown in the signature black and red of the Targaryen’s, no doubt intentional from him. After a while you settled on one, the fabric feeling soft against your fingers and you had a feeling Jacaerys would be pleased with your choice.

“I choose this one.” You turned to your handmaidens, they nodded and helped you with undressing and then helped you put on the new gown. Afterwards you sat at your vanity as one of the handmaidens did your hair and the others put the other gowns back into their respective boxes. It didn’t take long before you were ready, your hair beautifully done and all the gowns put away, meaning it was now time to make your way to the throne room to join the others in the celebrations. 

The throne room looked amazing, there were tables laid out with food and wine, a large chandelier illuminating the room alongside the various candle holders. Nobles from all over Westeros were gathered here today and were mingling amongst each other. You hadn’t seen a scene so grand since the wedding of prince Aegon to princess Helaena, and even then it had not been so grand. Your arrival was announced by a courtier and as you descended the stairs you looked to the Iron throne.

Rhaenyra Targaryen sat on the throne looking as regal as you remembered her, on her left stood Alicent Hightower with her three children. You were slightly surprised the four of them attended the celebrations especially after the usurpation attempt. Although it was a short lived attempt it was still a shock for the entire realm and you were relieved to see that they all seemed to be on decent terms with each other.

King-consort Daemon stood on the right side of the queen alongside his two daughters and his two youngest stepsons. You almost didn’t recognize Joffrey, he had been so very young when you last saw him, too young for him to remember. With a pang to your heart you made your way to where they served wine and asked for a cup.

The servant handed you your cup and as you were taking your first sip the crow dispersed, the servant who had just a few moments ago announced your arrival now announced the arrival of the guest of honour. “Prince Jacaerys Velaryon of House Velaryon and House Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne.” Your eyes immediately darted up to where he stood and as you laid your eyes upon him, your breath left you. 

Jacaerys Velaryon stood in the entrance to the throne room dorning targaryen red and black, standing tall and proud. His brown curls framing his face and making him look all the more handsome. You watched him make his way through the crowd as applause followed, echoing in the large room. You felt your lungs constrict, he looked so handsome, he looked even better than how you had imagined him all these years.

It almost felt as though the Gods were taunting you. It felt unfair, so so unfair. You drank more of the wine, letting the alcohol flow through you in an effort to feel more at ease. However it had much the opposite effect.

The crown prince gave a short speech in which he thanked everyone for coming and wished everyone a pleasant evening. For a short moment you could have sworn your eyes locked but you could not be sure.

Soon the crowd made way for the crown prince and Baela Targaryen, who were going to be the first to dance as was custom. You knew it was illogical but a bitter part of you thought that it should have been you, you in his arms dancing and laughing. It should have been you standing by his side, touching his arm, caressing his face.

You drank more of your wine, before long your cup was empty and the dance had ended with applause from the attendees. The band started a new number as the prince and princess disappeared in the crowd, other dancers swarmed the floor and you felt it to be in your best interest to find some fresh air. No one was paying attention to you as you slipped through the doors, at least, that’s what you thought. 

There was a small balcony not far from the throne room, it overlooked the water and the crashing waves hid any sound from the party. You leaned against the rails as you tried to hold back tears. All these years being locked away in an estate of a man you didn’t love, with no one to keep you company.

Just for you to return to where you had longed to be and feel equally out of place. It hurt, it hurt a lot. The angry waves crashing against the shore mimicked your own frustration, you were so engrossed in watching the waves and their endless assault against the shore, you did not hear the footsteps approaching. 

“I hope you’re not planning on jumping.”

You turned around faster than light could reach earth, the voice sounded so familiar yet deeper and more mature. Your breath caught in your throat

“Jace?” You whispered to the man in front of you, convinced you were dreaming. He looked even more magnificent up close, full lips and strong brows and fair skin. Jacaerys smiled at you before stepping closer. “Yes Y/n,” his hand reached out to touch your cheek and you instinctively leaned into the touch, closing your eyes. “It’s me.”

His hand wiped away the tear that escaped your eye, and as you opened your eyes again he stood so much closer. “I missed you,” you spoke as he stepped closer. “I missed you too.” His arms encircled you and you were pulled in a strong embrace “I missed you so much.”

He buried his face in your hair as he cradled you against his frame. You stood there for a while, clinging to him as though he were to disappear if you let go. The waves continued to crash against the shore, the nobles continued dancing and the music kept playing, regardless of everything at that moment it felt as though time stood still, just for the two of you.

However, you knew this wasn’t appropriate. If anyone saw you two, it would damage both your reputations, yours more than his. You retreated your hand and put it on his chest, intent on pushing him away, although you knew it would be futile.

It was you who pulled away first, although you couldn't go far. Jacaerys’ training paid off because you could not escape his arms even if you had earnestly tried. You looked into his eyes, now it was your turn to cradle his face. He turned his face slightly sideways before planting a soft kiss to your palm, a content smile gracing his face.

“We can’t Jace.” His eyes opened as pressed you closer to him. “Why not?” “It’s improper.” He laughed in response. “Why?” You slapped his chest softly  in jest, and looked at him. “Because I’m married, Jace, so we really really shouldn’t continue.” Instead of pulling away as well, he cupped your face and lowered his own face so he could look deep into your eyes.

 “I don’t care,” was all he said before his lips met yours. It felt odd to be finally kissing the man you had pined after for so long, it felt like a gift from the heavens, and it was gift you were going to cherish forevermore.

He left your lips briefly to whisper something only for you to hear, “I love you.” Before you could respond, his lips went back to yours and his hands cradled your face to prevent you from leaving. The kiss was sweet, sweeter than anything on this earth. Sweeter than the cakes in the banquet hall, sweeter than any fruit you had ever tasted. It was so sweet, you knew you would be addicted before long.

His hands left your face and travelled down to your back, pulling you closer to him. The kiss felt heavenly, his lips soft against your own, it was like life was brought back into you. You kissed back with vigour, your hands reaching for his neck where they crossed over one another.

Jace was quick to deepen the kiss, tugging you closer to him as if he was planning on devouring you. Your heart was racing a mile per minute, and you couldn’t help but let your hands travel. On instinct they found their way into his soft, brown curls. A soft moan escaped him as you lightly tugged on the curls, at this you smiled. In response Jace gathered your skirts and hoisted you up so you were seated on the balcony, your legs crossed behind his back on instinct. His hands travelled up and down your sides, almost tugging at the fabric so hard it would rip.

You pushed against his chest when it felt as though you were going to pass out, you needed to breathe as did he. He parted to let you breathe, and he let his head fall to your forehead. A bright smile on his face as his chest fell up and down in quick succession, mirroring your own. It was he who broke the silence between the two of you after a few moments. 

“Never leave again,” he whispered as he started trailing kisses from your cheeks to your neck, and as you opened your mouth to reply, he sucked on a specifically sensitive spot on your neck. A moan escaped your lips as a result and you could feel his smile widen against your skin. You giggled softly, “I won’t.”

He continued to lavish your neck with kisses as he did so, you could hear loud footsteps approaching, and a variety voices talking over one another. If they passed by and saw you in this position with the heir to the throne, you didn’t want to think about what was to ensue. 

“Jace-” your hands tugged on his hair, which resulted in a gorgeous moan escaping his beautiful lips -” Jace, we should stop,” you said, hand caressing the curls you had tugged on. He grumbled before raising his head, and you let your hands fall to his shoulders. “Why do you want to stop,” he asked, “did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head, “We’re too exposed, anyone could walk in on us.” You glanced to the hallway and now it seemed that Jacaerys heard the same voices that you had heard moments prior, however now they were growing ever closer. He helped you down from your position and straightened his tunic.

“We should continue this elsewhere.” At this you let out a giggle, “bold of you to assume we will continue.” The puppy eyes he threw at you in response were enough to make almost any person swoon and fall for his ploy, but you needed to remain strong. “Jace I’m serious, I am married, continuing this would be most unwise.”

He took your hand in his, and looked you in the eyes, “I promise you this." His thumb stroked over your knuckles as he continued, "I will have your marriage annulled. I will beg my mother to do it and then-” he placed your hands on his chest, ”then we can marry, as was always the plan.” You smiled at him and softly caressed his chest. “I would like that.”

The voices in the distance disappeared and emboldened you to give him a small peck. “I should return to my room now.” He nodded in return, “I shall escort you.” You shook your head with a smile. “You should entertain your guests. They will wonder where you are.” He sighed, because he knew you were right. “Very well then. I shall see you on the morrow.” You smiled and nodded before departing to your chambers.

Once at your chambers you noticed something sitting on your vanity, a small raven scroll. Upon closer inspection it appeared the letter was sealed with the crest of your husband’s house. You opened the scroll and dropped it as soon as you read its content. You followed to scroll in its descent on the floor, shocked breaths falling from your lips. The content from the scroll laid bare for all to see. 

Dear lady Y/n

It is with great sadness that we inform you that your husband has succumbed to his fever, passing away in the late hours of yesterday eve. We pray for you well being and eagerly await your return.

With regards

Maester Tansen

[bruthaewwwww]

Sharp Shooter (1)

A/n: Hi so i got to writing and i just finished editing this so please tell me if u like it or not. im really trying to make all my stuff longer and more interesting. Please send requests!!!!! (BTW azzi is injured in this)

Themes: Injury, drinking (not really tho) and fluff

words: 6.3k

The sound of applause echoed around the stadium as the final buzzer blared, signaling the end of the game. Azzi sat on the bench, her leg propped up on a cushion, the pain in her knee sharp despite the adrenaline from the win. Her teammates were already jumping to their feet, rushing onto the court, but Azzi remained still, her crutches leaning against the bench beside her, the weight of her injury pressing down on her in a way she couldn’t ignore. The doctors had told her she wouldn’t be able to play today. A torn ligament, a sprain—whatever it was, it didn’t matter. She was out.

But even with the pain, she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips as she watched her team celebrate. They’d worked so hard for this moment, and as much as it stung not being on the court with them, she was proud. They were her family, the girls who had been by her side through everything—the highs and the lows.

Taking a deep breath, Azzi reached for her crutches, the unicorn-shaped handles familiar in her hands, a small bit of levity in the midst of everything. She slid them under her arms quickly, not wanting to miss out on the moment everyone else was sharing. She had to be there with them, even if she couldn’t run the court.

Carefully, she pushed herself up, feeling the familiar strain in her knee. She wavered for a moment, but she steadied herself, determined to join the celebration. But as she took a few tentative steps toward the group of girls, something unexpected happened.

Her crutches slipped slightly on the polished floor, and Azzi felt her balance falter. Her heart skipped in her chest as panic crept up, but before she could fall, she felt it—a warm, steady touch on her back.

Azzi didn’t need to look over to know who it was. She could feel it in the air between them, a subtle shift, a warmth that immediately grounded her. Paige. It was always Paige.

Paige’s hand was firm yet gentle against her back, steadying her, keeping her from losing her balance. The air around them seemed to shift, and Azzi could feel a spark of something in the touch, something unspoken, something more than just a teammate helping her out. It was a familiar feeling, but tonight, with the win still vibrating in the air and the quiet tension between them, it felt different.

Without saying a word, Paige shifted her hand, her fingers sliding lower, coming to rest at the small of Azzi’s waist, guiding her forward. The warmth from her hand lingered, spreading through Azzi’s body like a small, quiet fire.

Azzi took another step, leaning a little into Paige for support, and though her knee throbbed with every movement, the touch of Paige’s hand somehow made the pain seem more distant, like it didn’t matter as much in the moment.

“You good?” Paige’s voice was soft, just loud enough for Azzi to hear over the celebration around them. There was something about the way Paige said it, something more than just concern—it felt like an invitation, like there was more to the question than her injury.

Azzi nodded, her smile small but genuine. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

Paige’s hand didn’t leave her waist, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Azzi could feel the steady warmth of Paige’s touch like it was a lifeline, grounding her in a way nothing else could. Her heart pounded in her chest—not from the excitement of the game, but from something else. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready to name yet.

“Come on,” Paige said after a moment, her hand gently urging Azzi to keep moving. “We’ve got a victory to celebrate. You’re part of this, too.”

Azzi hesitated for a fraction of a second before she allowed herself to lean a little more into Paige’s side, their steps in sync as they made their way toward the rest of the team. The cheering and laughter around them swirled in a blur of voices, but for Azzi, all she could focus on was the feel of Paige beside her, the warmth of her touch, and the quiet connection between them that seemed to say more than words ever could.

They reached the center of the court, and the team gathered around, pulling Azzi into the huddle. Her knee still throbbed, the sharp reminder of her injury never far away, but in this moment, it didn’t matter. Paige’s presence at her side was enough to make the pain fade into the background. There was something in the air between them, something unspoken, and Azzi couldn’t help but feel like this was just the beginning of something more.

The celebration continued around them, but Azzi didn’t need to hear the cheers anymore. The spark between her and Paige was more than enough to keep her grounded.

***

Lying in her bed, Azzi scrolled through her phone absentmindedly, her thumb flicking across the screen in a half-hearted attempt to distract herself. The screen lit up with photos of her teammates celebrating the win, their smiles wide and infectious. Some were posting photos of the party they’d planned for after the game, a night filled with laughter and drinks to celebrate their hard-fought victory. Azzi could almost hear the music and feel the heat of the crowded bar through the pictures. It sounded tempting, almost too tempting to pass up.

But then she remembered. Her knee throbbed even now, despite the painkillers she’d taken after the game. The doctors had warned her not to overdo it—no heavy drinking, no late nights. And hobbling around the bar with her crutches? That didn’t sound like fun at all. She had to admit it, even though it felt like a weight in her chest: It wasn’t worth it.

Still, the thought of missing out on the celebration made her stomach churn. She had been part of every practice, every drill, every game, and this win meant just as much to her as it did to anyone else. She deserved to be there. But as the minutes ticked by and the night wore on, Azzi found herself alone in her room, lying in bed, scrolling through Instagram, watching everyone else go on without her.

Her thumb froze on the screen when she saw a post from Paige.

Paige. She was sitting at a booth at the bar, looking carefree, laughing with a few of the girls from the team. Azzi’s heart sank a little. Paige had left for the bar before the rest of the group, slipping out of the locker room with a smile, one that Azzi had secretly hoped was meant for her, but now… she wasn’t so sure. The voice in Azzi’s head started to whisper, that quiet voice that always seemed to find her when she least wanted to hear it: She’s not your girlfriend. She’s not required to be there.

Azzi closed her eyes, trying to shake off the feeling, but it only made the disappointment settle deeper in her chest. It was a selfish thought. She knew that. Paige had her own life, her own friends, her own reasons for doing what she wanted. She wasn’t obligated to stay behind just because Azzi had to sit this one out. She wasn’t hers, after all.

Still, the pang of loneliness that gripped her was hard to ignore. She clutched the blanket tighter around her, burying her face into the pillow, her mind racing. What if Paige had stayed with her? What if she had chosen to be here, in this quiet room, instead of going off to the bar with everyone else?

Azzi’s heart gave an involuntary twist at the thought, and the sadness that followed made her feel small, like something she didn’t want to face. She loved Paige. She had loved her for so long that it had become a part of her, a constant, even if she’d never said the words out loud. Paige was everything to her—supportive, kind, funny. She had always been there for Azzi, especially when things got tough. They had grown close in a way Azzi couldn’t fully explain, the bond between them stronger than just teammates, stronger than friends. It was something deeper. Something more.

But the fact remained: Paige wasn’t hers. The reality stung more than she wanted to admit. No matter how much Azzi wished she could go to the ends of the earth for her, it didn’t change the fact that Paige had the right to make her own choices. And tonight, those choices had led her to the bar, to the rest of the team. Not here, with Azzi.

She stared at the ceiling, fighting back the frustration that bubbled up in her chest. You can’t keep waiting for something that isn’t coming, the voice reminded her. She’s not yours to keep.

Azzi squeezed her eyes shut and tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered, like a shadow she couldn’t shake. Her love for Paige felt like a quiet ache inside her, a place that no one could see but her. She wanted to believe it could be more, that maybe someday Paige might see her the way she saw her, but tonight, as Azzi lay alone in her bed, the distance between them felt impossibly wide.

With a sigh, she opened her eyes, staring at the notifications on her phone. Everyone was having a great time, laughing, celebrating, posting the best moments of the night. And there was Paige, glowing, surrounded by people. It made Azzi’s heart ache, but she couldn’t stop herself from looking, even though she knew it would only make her feel more distant.

In the end, Azzi couldn’t change what was happening. Paige was where she wanted to be, with her teammates, at the bar. And Azzi? She was stuck here, nursing her injury, nursing her unspoken feelings, and feeling more alone than she cared to admit.

She reached for her phone, locking the screen, and set it aside, closing her eyes again. She wasn’t sure if the sadness was from missing the party or missing Paige, or maybe both. All she knew was that the ache in her chest didn’t seem to go away.

Azzi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing despite the exhaustion weighing on her. She had tried everything—closing her eyes, adjusting her pillows, adjusting her leg to get comfortable—but sleep felt like an impossible task. The images of her teammates celebrating, the loud music, the laughter echoing from the bar... none of it could drown out the thought of Paige. Every time her mind drifted, it inevitably went back to her—the way Paige had looked at her earlier, the warmth of her touch, the way they always seemed to understand each other without saying a word.

Azzi rolled onto her side, pulling the blanket up to her chin, but even the soft fabric couldn’t comfort her. It was the waiting that gnawed at her. The space between them that felt so much bigger now that she was lying here alone in her room while Paige was out with the rest of the team.

Unable to quiet her thoughts, Azzi reached for her phone on the nightstand. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before she unlocked it. She opened up the messages app and stared at Paige's contact, her thumb itching to type something—anything.

After a brief hesitation, Azzi typed out a message:

A: Can u come back?

She paused after hitting send, her heart skipping a beat as she thought about how needy it might seem, how much she hated feeling like this. But then she immediately typed again, hoping to soften the tone, or at least make it sound more casual:

A: I’m sooo bored.

Azzi stared at the screen, biting her bottom lip as she waited for the response. Her mind raced through a hundred different scenarios. Would Paige be annoyed? Would she think Azzi was being ridiculous? But before she could second-guess herself, her phone buzzed, and the reply appeared almost instantly.

P: Ofc u need anything?

Azzi’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected her to respond so quickly, or so eagerly. A grin tugged at Azzi’s lips, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. Paige was always there for her—maybe she didn’t know how deep Azzi’s feelings went, but in this moment, it didn’t matter. The simple fact that Paige had responded so quickly made Azzi feel a little less alone, a little less... empty.

She felt a rush of relief, followed by a playful idea. Azzi smiled to herself, typing her next message with a little more energy.

A: Can u pick up some more ice cream?

Her thumb hovered over the send button for a moment. Ice cream was a classic—something silly, something that would lighten the mood. But the request was also an excuse, a reason for Paige to come back, for the two of them to have a moment together. Just the thought of it made her stomach flutter.

A few moments later, the phone buzzed again.

P: yeah i gotchu

Azzi’s heart melted at the ease in Paige’s response. That was all she needed to hear. Paige wasn’t just coming back—she was coming back for her. Even though the words were casual, there was an undertone in them that made Azzi’s chest ache with hope.

She set her phone down and leaned back against the pillow, her leg throbbing slightly under the blanket. The room was silent, but there was a warmth building in her chest, something she couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t just the ice cream she wanted—it was the time with Paige, the moments that seemed to slip away too easily when they were surrounded by other people.

Azzi closed her eyes, letting herself imagine the knock on her bedroom door. Paige standing there, holding out a carton of ice cream, the quiet smile that always made Azzi’s heart skip. She’d ask about her leg, probably—she always did. They’d chat for a little while, maybe watch a movie, just like they used to during their late-night talks. But this time, there would be something different in the air, something Azzi couldn’t quite name yet, but she could feel it in her bones.

As the minutes ticked by, Azzi's mind wandered again, not to the celebration at the bar, but to the quiet moments she'd shared with Paige before. She didn’t need grand gestures or loud parties. She just needed moments like this—simple, unspoken connections that ran deeper than anything she could say out loud.

The soft hum of the world outside her room seemed to fade, and the only thing Azzi could focus on was the quiet anticipation building inside her. Paige would be back soon, and in that moment, everything felt like it was exactly as it should be.

Azzi's heart raced when she heard the knock at her door. She had been lying in bed, her mind swirling with thoughts, the anticipation growing as she waited for Paige’s arrival. Even though she had been expecting it, the sound of the knock still startled her. She glanced over at her phone, checking to see if there was another message from Paige. Nothing had come through, but the moment she heard the soft thud on her door, Azzi knew it was time.

She quickly pushed herself up from the bed, her injured leg giving a slight twinge of discomfort, but it didn't matter. She'd been waiting for this moment. The excitement was tangible, buzzing through her chest like electricity. Azzi grabbed her crutches and hobbled to the door, taking a moment to steady herself before pulling it open.

There stood Paige, holding a container of ice cream in one hand and a carefree smile on her face. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of concern and warmth as they met Azzi's.

“Thank you for coming, P,” Azzi said, her voice coming out a little drier than she expected. She hadn’t been talking much since she’d been alone, and her throat felt tight from not using it. She swallowed before continuing. “Really. I appreciate it.”

Paige’s smile softened, her gaze lingering on Azzi as she stepped into the room. “Of course I came, Az. You know I wouldn’t leave you hanging.” She held up the ice cream with a playful grin. “Got the goods—your favorite.”

Azzi’s face lit up at the sight of the ice cream, but it wasn’t just the sweet treat that made her smile. It was Paige, standing there in front of her, making this simple moment feel special. She felt the warmth of Paige’s words wash over her, but there was something more—something in the air between them that made Azzi’s pulse quicken.

Paige stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her. “How’s the leg?” she asked, her voice gentle, as she looked Azzi up and down, concern flashing across her features.

“It’s okay,” Azzi replied with a shrug, though she couldn’t quite hide the way her leg ached with every movement. “Just trying to take it easy. You know, the usual.”

Paige’s eyes softened. She walked over to Azzi’s bed, carefully placing the ice cream on the nightstand before turning back to face her. “I hate that you're stuck here. You should be out there celebrating with everyone.”

Azzi sat back down on the edge of her bed, her crutches resting beside her. “I’ll be fine,” she said, though it wasn’t entirely true. The team’s celebration felt distant, like something she couldn’t reach from where she was sitting. But then again, being here with Paige didn’t feel so bad.

Paige smiled, her eyes glinting with something that Azzi couldn’t quite name. She sat down next to Azzi on the bed, her knee brushing Azzi’s in a way that sent a flutter through her chest.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, you know?” Paige said softly, her voice low but full of meaning. “I would do anything for you. You know that, right?”

Azzi’s breath hitched in her throat, the words striking her in a way that made her heart stumble for a moment. It wasn’t just the sentiment, though it was more than enough to make her feel warm inside. It was the way Paige said it, like it was something she meant deep down, something that went beyond simple friendship. Azzi’s chest tightened, the space between her heart and her throat feeling like a physical weight.

“Anything?” Azzi whispered, her voice barely above a breath. She turned her head to meet Paige’s gaze, her heart racing as she searched for something in Paige’s eyes—something that might confirm what she was starting to feel.

Paige looked back at her, the soft curve of her lips fading as she studied Azzi closely. The playful energy that had been there moments before seemed to settle into something deeper, more sincere. She didn’t look away, her eyes holding Azzi’s with an intensity that made Azzi’s breath catch in her chest.

“Anything,” Paige repeated, her voice almost a vow. “You know you’re not alone in this, Azzi. I’m right here. Always.”

Azzi swallowed hard, the words striking something deep inside her that she wasn’t sure she was ready to confront. She wanted to say something, anything, to break the tension in the air, but her voice failed her. She felt like her whole body was on fire from the weight of Paige’s words, the quiet sincerity that hung in the room.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the soft hum of the world outside the room. Paige, ever the calm presence, finally broke the silence with a small, gentle smile.

“Want me to put that ice cream in the freezer before it melts?” she asked, her tone light again, though there was still that underlying warmth.

Azzi blinked, a little startled by the shift, but it was a welcome one. She nodded quickly, her voice thick with emotion as she replied, “Yeah, please. I—thanks for doing this, P. Really.”

Paige stood up, grabbing the ice cream and walking to the small fridge near Azzi’s desk. As she opened the door, Azzi couldn’t help but watch her, her heart still racing from everything that had been left unsaid between them.

Paige turned back around after putting the ice cream away, her eyes soft as she met Azzi’s gaze again. “Anytime, Az. You know that.”

Azzi smiled, feeling a quiet warmth spread through her chest. Anytime. It was everything she needed to hear, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. She couldn’t ignore the way her feelings for Paige had been growing, but in this moment, the simplicity of their connection, of Paige being here with her, was enough.

As Paige sat back down beside her, Azzi leaned her head against her shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. “Guess we can’t let this ice cream go to waste now.”

Paige chuckled softly, her arm brushing against Azzi’s. “No way. You’re going to help me eat it all.”

And for the first time that night, Azzi allowed herself to relax, savoring the quiet moments with Paige, even if she wasn’t entirely sure what they meant. But for now, it was enough.

Azzi let out a small laugh as Paige reached for a spoon, her fingers brushing Azzi's in the process. “You sure you want to share with me? I’ve been known to finish a whole pint on my own,” Azzi teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Paige smirked, giving her a sideways glance as she twisted the spoon in the ice cream. “Oh, I’m well aware,” she shot back with a wink. “But don’t worry, I’m not one to back down from a challenge. I’ll match you bite for bite.”

Azzi grinned, her eyes lighting up. “Is that a challenge, Paige?”

“Oh, it’s definitely a challenge,” Paige said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I hope you’re ready for me to out-eat you.”

Azzi snorted, leaning back against the pillows. “Oh, I’m ready. You don’t stand a chance.” She grabbed her own spoon, holding it like a weapon, prepared for battle. “You better be quick, though. I’m not here to mess around.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Azzi’s sudden competitive edge. “You do realize I’m probably the fastest ice cream eater in the history of mankind, right?”

Azzi scoffed. “Please, Paige. I’ve got years of experience. I’ll finish this before you even get through the first bite.”

They both dug into their ice cream with exaggerated speed, scooping up spoonfuls and shoveling them in like it was some high-stakes competition. The room filled with laughter as they both struggled to keep up, their spoons clinking together with each bite.

“Okay, okay, I admit defeat,” Azzi said dramatically after a few minutes, dramatically dropping her spoon onto the bed. “You’ve officially out-ice-creamed me.”

Paige laughed, her voice rich and light. “I knew I’d win. But I’ve gotta admit, you gave me a run for my money.”

Azzi grinned, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “What can I say? I’m a professional.”

“Uh-huh. Sure you are,” Paige teased, tapping Azzi’s knee with the back of her spoon. “I think I’ll let you win next time. Just to keep your pride intact.”

“Aw, how considerate,” Azzi said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I guess I’ll have to thank you for your generosity.”

Paige shot her a playful look, winking again. “Don’t mention it. But next time? No mercy. I’ll take you down.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold back a smile. “We’ll see about that.”

There was a beat of silence, the playful atmosphere lingering between them. Paige took another bite of ice cream and leaned back, glancing over at Azzi with a soft smile.

“So, how are you really doing?” Paige asked, her voice quieter now. “I mean, with everything… how’s the knee? How’re you holding up?”

Azzi glanced over at her, the playful energy slipping into something more grounded. She paused for a moment, considering the question. “Honestly? It sucks. Not being able to play... it’s hard,” she admitted, her voice a little softer than before. “I miss being on the court with everyone. I miss feeling like I’m contributing.”

Paige’s expression softened, and she set her spoon down, giving Azzi her full attention. “I get it, Az. I really do. But you are contributing. Even when you're not on the court, you’re still a huge part of this team. We wouldn’t have made it this far without you, injury or not.”

Azzi looked down at her hands, a small, grateful smile tugging at her lips. “I appreciate that, P. I really do.” She met Paige’s gaze again, the weight of their shared history and understanding hanging between them. “It just feels like I’m missing out on all the fun, you know?”

Paige nudged her gently with her elbow. “You’re not missing out on anything as long as I’m here,” she said, her tone light and comforting. “You’re stuck with me, Azzi. Ice cream dates, bad jokes, and all.”

Azzi laughed, the heaviness in her chest lightening just a little. “Well, if I’m stuck with you, I guess I’m not complaining.”

Paige smiled warmly, reaching for the ice cream again. “Good. Because I’m sticking around. You’ve got me, for better or worse. Ice cream battles and all.”

Azzi’s heart fluttered at the simple sincerity in Paige’s words. For a moment, she allowed herself to just enjoy the quiet, the easy companionship they shared. It wasn’t just about the ice cream or the playful banter—it was about this, the comfort of having Paige by her side, no questions asked.

“Alright, alright,” Azzi said, breaking the silence after a few moments, her playful grin returning. “But next time, I’m totally winning this ice cream challenge.”

Paige raised her spoon, as if preparing for another round. “We’ll see about that, Azzi. But I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

They both laughed, the sound filling the room as they went back to the ice cream, the playful energy returning between them. Neither of them knew what the future held, but in that moment, with the ice cream and the quiet banter, everything felt simple, everything felt right.

The ice cream was nearly gone, the carton now half-empty, and the two of them were sprawled on Azzi's bed, laughing and still poking fun at each other over the ridiculous movie quotes they kept tossing out. But after a while, the laughter faded, and the warmth of the room began to settle over them. Azzi found herself yawning, stretching her sore leg out beside her, the exhaustion of the day catching up with her. Her mind had slowed, no longer racing with thoughts of the game or the team, but instead focused on the quiet, comforting presence of Paige beside her.

"Okay," Azzi said with a sigh, dropping her spoon into the empty ice cream carton. "I think I’m done. No more food for me tonight."

Paige chuckled softly, glancing over at her. “I think we’ve both had enough sugar for the night. I don’t want to be the one to deal with the aftermath of that in the morning.”

Azzi snorted. “Fair point. But hey, at least we didn’t make a total mess of it. I’m impressed by how well we managed to destroy that pint.”

“Exactly,” Paige agreed, her voice light as she settled back into the pillows, her eyes flicking over to the TV. The screen was still showing the opening credits of Frozen. “But now... we’ve got Frozen to deal with.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You’re seriously putting on Frozen right now? You’re killing me.”

Paige smiled slyly. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t want to hear Let It Go one more time. Or maybe you’re just scared of Elsa’s voice.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but a playful grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Okay, okay. I’ll admit it. I secretly love this movie.” She lowered her voice into a dramatic tone. “But only because of the soundtrack. Who doesn’t want to belt out Let It Go in the shower?”

Paige laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, I’m sure you’re really good at that.”

Azzi nudged her gently. “You have no idea.”

Paige smiled softly, reaching for the remote and hitting play. The screen flickered, and soon the soft music filled the room, the familiar opening tune of Frozen wafting through the air. Azzi snuggled back into her pillows, her eyes fluttering slightly as she allowed herself to sink deeper into the comfort of the moment. Paige was beside her, their shoulders brushing occasionally, the light glow from the TV casting soft shadows over their faces.

It wasn’t long before Azzi’s eyelids grew heavy, the gentle lull of the movie paired with the quiet comfort of Paige’s presence making her feel safe and at peace. She yawned again, stretching out her leg as she sank further into the pillows.

Paige, noticing the change in Azzi’s energy, turned toward her, her voice soft as she whispered, “Hey, you okay?”

Azzi nodded, her voice sleepy. “Yeah, just... tired, I guess.” She shifted slightly, her crutches still resting beside the bed, her injured leg propped up on a pillow. “I think I’m ready to sleep, actually.”

Paige smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Azzi’s face, her touch gentle. “You should rest. We can finish the movie another time.”

Azzi gave a small laugh, her eyes already closing. “No, it’s fine. I’m okay with just... this.” She shifted again, now leaning against Paige’s side, her head finding a comfortable spot on her shoulder.

Paige was quiet for a moment, her arm slowly wrapping around Azzi’s shoulders, pulling her in closer. “You’re sure? You can go to sleep now if you want. I’ll stay with you.”

Azzi’s breath hitched, a feeling of warmth spreading through her chest as she heard the sincerity in Paige’s voice. It wasn’t just a casual offer—it was a promise. Azzi let herself relax into the feeling, allowing the softness of Paige’s presence to soothe her.

“Yeah... I want to stay with you,” Azzi murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as she shifted her head to rest on Paige’s chest. “This is... perfect.”

Paige smiled, her fingers softly brushing through Azzi’s hair as the movie played on in the background. “We’ll be right here, okay? No rush to go anywhere. Just... us.”

Azzi nodded sleepily, her body finally succumbing to the exhaustion. The rhythmic sound of Paige’s heartbeat was comforting, steady, and it made Azzi feel safe in a way she hadn’t known she needed. She breathed deeply, her eyes fluttering shut as she allowed herself to drift off to sleep, the warmth of Paige’s embrace the only thing she wanted to hold on to.

Paige, feeling Azzi relax into her, shifted carefully to get more comfortable. With one arm around Azzi, she turned her attention back to the movie, though she didn’t really watch. She found herself content just in the quiet, in the stillness of the moment.

As the movie continued to play softly in the background, the two of them found a quiet rhythm, the world outside fading away. Paige’s fingers traced small, absent patterns along Azzi’s arm, her mind quietly drifting, but her focus entirely on the girl in her arms. Azzi’s breathing was slow and even now, her chest rising and falling in time with Paige’s gentle touch.

The night slipped by unnoticed, the two of them nestled in each other’s arms, surrounded by the quiet hum of the movie and the soft warmth of companionship. Neither of them needed to say anything else—everything they needed to know was there, in the silence, in the shared moments. It was enough to simply be together, wrapped up in the security of each other’s presence. And in that moment, they both fell asleep, the world outside their little bubble forgotten for now, the simple act of being together more than enough.

The morning light streamed through the crack in the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Azzi stirred first, her body still warm and comfortable in the embrace of the night before. She blinked slowly, trying to push away the lingering fog of sleep, but the sun’s bright rays were already nudging her awake. The warmth of the blankets felt inviting, but there was something else too—the comforting weight of Paige’s arm around her, holding her close. For a moment, Azzi just breathed in the peace, savoring the quiet of the morning.

As her eyes fluttered open, the harsh sunlight caught her directly in the face, making her squint instinctively. She groaned softly, shifting her head away from the window, but the light seemed determined to keep her awake.

She glanced down at Paige, still fast asleep beside her, her blonde hair sprawled messily across the pillow. Paige’s face was soft and peaceful, her lips slightly parted as she slept soundly, unaware of the morning sun’s intrusion. Azzi smiled to herself at the sight, but the sunlight was becoming unbearable.

Without thinking, she carefully slid her arm out from underneath Paige’s, careful not to wake her, and grabbed the edge of the blanket. She then gently draped it over Paige’s face, blocking out the light, the fabric soft against the blonde’s skin. Azzi watched as the light receded from Paige’s face, and she sighed in relief.

"Much better," Azzi whispered to herself, trying to stifle a yawn.

She looked over at Paige again, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of her sleeping so peacefully. The way Paige’s face softened when she was asleep made Azzi’s chest feel full in a way she couldn’t quite describe. She was glad they had spent the night together, even if it had been without saying much. There was something so calming about just being in each other’s presence.

After a few moments, Paige’s eyes fluttered open, and she groggily squinted at the blanket covering her face. She grumbled, lifting it off her head with a sleepy frown.

“Ugh… what time is it?” Paige mumbled, rubbing her eyes with one hand, still not fully awake. Her voice was rough from sleep, and Azzi couldn’t help but smile at the way she looked so cute, all disheveled and half asleep.

Azzi chuckled softly. “About time you woke up.” She grinned mischievously, her voice teasing. “I blocked out the sun for you. You’re welcome.”

Paige blinked a few times, still trying to adjust to the light. “Oh my god, I’m going to need coffee. And maybe a lot of it.”

Azzi laughed at Paige’s dramatic tone, shaking her head. “Yeah, you looked like you needed a little extra help this morning.” She nudged her with her shoulder playfully, still lying comfortably in bed. “I didn’t want you to be blinded by the sun, though. You were looking way too peaceful to wake up like that.”

Paige groaned again, her voice muffled as she tried to snuggle deeper into the blankets. “You’re such a sweetheart, Azzi. I’ll owe you one for this.”

“Yeah, you will,” Azzi teased back, giving Paige an exaggerated wink. “But we’ll work out the terms later.”

Paige finally sat up with a long stretch, the muscles in her arms and back visibly stiff from sleeping, and Azzi couldn’t help but admire the sight. There was something about the way Paige moved, so fluid and carefree, that always caught Azzi’s attention. When she finished stretching, Paige reached over and flicked the light switch on the bedside lamp, casting a soft light over the room.

“Okay, okay, I’m awake. But for real, where’s the coffee?” Paige said, her eyes still heavy with sleep, though her smile made it clear she was just as content as Azzi was to be in the same space.

Azzi snorted. “I think I need coffee more than you do. I’m pretty sure my head is still in a fog.”

“Don’t worry,” Paige said, playfully nudging her as she swung her legs off the bed. “I’ll get you coffee. You did save me from the evil sunlight, after all.”

Azzi leaned back into the pillows, letting herself relax. “I’m holding you to that. And... thank you for last night. It was... really nice. Just hanging out. I needed that.”

Paige turned back to her, her eyes softening. “Anytime, Azzi. You know I’ve got your back, right?”

Azzi smiled, feeling her heart warm at the sincerity in Paige’s voice. “Yeah, I know.”

Paige grinned before standing up and stretching again, her arms reaching toward the ceiling. “Well, I’m off to find that coffee. Stay here, try not to get too cozy while I’m gone.” She smirked, already heading toward the door.

Azzi gave her a playful look, calling out to her as she walked away. “Just don’t be too long. I’ll have you know, I have plans for us today. The day isn’t going to waste on just coffee!”

Paige turned around with a knowing smile. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll make the most of it. But first—coffee. And then... who knows what kind of trouble we’ll get into?”

Azzi chuckled, her heart still fluttering from the soft moments they’d shared. “You’re on.”

As Paige disappeared down the hallway, Azzi let herself settle back into the pillows, her thoughts drifting back to the simple moments of the night before—how natural everything had felt. She couldn’t quite explain what was happening between them, but it felt like something real. Something worth exploring.

For now, though, the day stretched out before them, full of possibilities. And with Paige by her side, Azzi couldn’t wait to see where it would go.

[igotanidea]

Different lives: dad!Jason Todd x wife!reader

Request: Family au, I believe that Jason Todd is a family man and he would totally have 2 older boys like 15-13 a five year old daughter who has him like wrapped around his finger and the wife and Jason get like a call from the school saying there was a fight and Jason is all like hey no no we don't do that but then asks who won

***

It seemed like they were dancing at Dick and Babs’ wedding only five minutes ago.

Holding onto each other for dear life, like they knew that that person in their arms were the one. Like this little celebration, that was not really little, and not even theirs, made them think about future much more seriously.

And for the first time ever, Jason actually believed that maybe there was something more for him in this life. Something more than rejection, pain, fear and constant loneliness.

Of course, given the fact that he and Y/N had been together for a while, he knew that before. But at that moment, in the middle of the giant dancefloor, surrounded by other couples and guest and yet – having eyes only for her – he knew.

Two different things.

***

When he came back home from his work (he had regular work now! That scrawny kid and rebellious young adult turned into a responsible head of the family, though the moment of change somehow skipped them both) Y/N was on the phone with a concerned face expression.

“Yes. Yes, I understand. I’ll be there right away. Yes. Yes, absolutely.” She turned to Jay and send him a smile, tired if not exhausted, but a smile regardless.

He let her talk, instead focusing on his little princess daughter playing on the blanket next to her mother’s feet. That little being totally had him wrapped around her finger and all it took was a sight of her pretty eyes that looked so much like her mother’s and he was dropping everything and rushing to the girl’s side.

“What happened?” He asked taking Leah on his knees and settling on the couch next to Y/N, wrapping an arm around her shoulders trying to relieve the obvious tension. He had his girls therefore he had everything and there was not a single thing he wouldn’t do for them.

“It’s Liam and Dylan.” Y/N sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Oh, right” Jason smirked at the thought of his two older sons. 15 and 13 now, looking and acting just like him at this age. Causing troubles wherever they showed, not taking anyone’s bullshit, but with a deeply hidden heart of gold. He was so proud of them, even if saying that out loud was a rare occurrence. “What did they do this time?” he chuckled, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Jason!”

“What?”

“This is not funny!”

“Of course it is! They are boys, they are allowed to-“

“I’m warning you, do not finish this sentence!” she placed both hands on Leah’s ears “I don’t want my baby girl anywhere near trouble.”

“You know she’s got our blood in her veins, so that gives her a lot of genetic burden in the troublemaker area?”

“Jason!”

“What?” he shrugged casually “It’s true and you know it.”

“Mhm. Yeah, we’ll see how you act when he grew up on causing troubles with boys-“

“WHAT?!” Jason jumped off the couch, holding Leah’s little body close to his chest, his grip on a girl tightening significantly. “Over my dead body! That’s my little girl! No one is taking her away and-“

Y/N only laughed observing the jealous dad display and fairly enjoying the show of care. It was heartwarming, seeing Jason put so much care into someone. And him having it reciprocated as Leah nuzzled into his body with multiple happy chuckles playing with the fabric of his shirt, fisting and twisting it mercilessly.

“Daddy…” she chuckled enjoying his embrace. Even as a child she was always calmer when he was holding her.  

“Shhh, shh baby. Daddy’s gotta have a word with mummy.” He caressed Leah’s hair and kissed the top of her  head. “Stop laughing at me Y/N, this is serious shit! I need to start planning my predicaments for boys who might want to steal her heart and-“

“She’s five Jason!” Y/N laughed even more “I think you have a little bit of time.”

“This is serious!” he perked up.

“Of course. The same way it’s serious with Dylan and Liam.”

Jason grunted in annoyance seeing how she tricked him.

“Dammit Y/N…” he grinned immediately flinching inside at the thought Leah heard the cussing. “Sorry, pumpkin…” the little kiss planted on girl’s forehead did not stop her from repeating the word however.

“Dammit!” Leah cried out the word on the top of her lungs happily.

And that was how Jason knew he was up to a serious conversation with his wife.

***

An hour later, all the family was sitting in the car, Jason driving, Y/N shotgun and the kids on the backseat, with Leah in the middle being simultaneously entertained by both her older brothers. Under  any other circumstances Y/N would probably let her motherly instincts come to the fore, but this time was different.

“Liam, Dylan, stop using my soft spots and family love for your own purposes.” She warned “you may love your sister, but you’re still in trouble.”

“We didn’t do anything!”

“Liam Thomas Todd!” she almost turned around ‘you got into a fight at school.”

“But it was not our fault mom!” the other son, immediately came to his brother rescue, having his back, which – again – awakened her motherly pride. A feeling she was not going to subdue to. Those boys needed a little reaming out regardless of siblings’ solidarity.  “That guy just came at us and –“

“Dylan Roy Todd. Violence is not an answer and-” She said, with conviction at first but then stopping, having realized that those kids did in fact have Jason’s and hers blood and those words were a hypocrisy in purest form. Fuck. She hissed to herself, hesitating in the middle of the sentence. A mistake Jason was more than willing to jump at.

“A fight huh?” he smirked looking into the rearview mirror to sneak a glance at his sons. Liam with already bruising eye and Dylan with a swollen nose, clutching it tightly to prevent any blood stains on upholstery. “So, did you use those blows and punches I’ve been teaching you?”

“WHAT!?” Y/N turned from facing her sons to facing her husband so fast that something snapped loudly in her neck. “JASON PETER TODD!”

“Y/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N” Jason grinned in response, not paying her that much attention too curious of his offsprings response “Who won?”

“You should have seen the other guy” his boys smirked in the same way he was, and his fatherly heart could not be bigger at that moment.

Even if he knew Y/N was already planning her revenge on them all.

[w2sology]

omg hi I saw your requests were open and I loved loved loved ‘all of the ways’ could you please write something about readers reaction to Harry’s goal at the charity match? Thank you!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

this was from last year omg... how did i not see it 😃 and also as a west ham fan this was absolutely beautiful to write 🤭

the real deal, harry lewis.

summary: you attend the 2023 sidemen charity game and just to your luck, harry scores his first goal.

warnings: not proof read!

walking up the steps that led to the top of the lower blocks in the london stadium, you smiled, unable to contain your excitement for the game that was to follow.

the sidemen were having another of their charity football games, and as you always were, you came along to support harry.

arm in arm with freya, the two of you, along with faith and a few others of the sidemen family, walked towards your seats, your eyes flickering around as you took in the large amount of people who came.

it was a hot day, and despite feeling the material sticking a little to your body, you didn't regret wearing the black 'wroetoshaw 77' shirt, proud to show off your boyfriend.

leading up to today's event, harry had been moaning and groaning about not yet scoring a goal since the first charity match, but he was just happy to be out there with the boys.

"well, when you score your first," you'd told him, hand cupping his cheeks as you pulled his face towards you. "i'll be right there with you to celebrate."

that was more than enough motivation to give harry his end goal of the day ─── score a goal just for you.

collecting olive from ethan as they walked out onto the pitch, faith sat back down with the babbling bundle of joy, nervously tapping your thighs. "gosh, i can't wait for it to start already!" she squealed.

and you shared her excitement equally, a bright smile on your face as you watched harry looking around the block for you, blowing a kiss and waving your way when he spotted you.

you gladly returned the gesture, fanning yourself with the matchday program and shielding yourself from the burning sun.

as the match went on, you grew more and more interested. of course, it was for charity as well as for shits and giggles, but being with harry for such a long time, you become immersed in the sport that he loved so dearly.

with the first half over, freya had gotten you a drink with some extra ice cubes, and as you say with it, harry and the rest of the boys walked into the tunnel for their half time break, your lover giving you a wink as he walked past.

it didn't matter if he was sweaty or not; the sight of harry alone was enough to make you want to jump his bones.

holding onto that thought, you managed to make it to the second half without asking any questions like you usually would when watching football with harry.

"well, i don't get why they can't just run towards the other goal and kick it in then, if they're allowed to use their hands." you'd say.

"because... because that's just not how it works!"

and now there you were, stood on your feet as you watched vik pass the ball back towards harry instead of taking the shot himself, and your boyfriend didn't miss a beat; he kicked the ball beautifully into the back of the net.

you screamed so loud you couldn't even hear it, turning next to you to grasp freya's arms as faith turned her camera towards you to capture your reaction.

"oh my god!" you yelled, hands over your cheeks as you watched harry and the boys huddle together to celebrate his first goal for the sidemen.

breaking apart, harry turned to where you sat and held up a makeshift heart with his hands for you, albeit it looking like a circle at the first few seconds.

there was so much pride and love in your what for him, that when the game ended and he had his winner's medal and all on him, you couldn't help but smother his face in kisses, outwardly expressing your happiness for him.

"i told you you could do it," you whispered against his lips, his hair tickling your forehead.

"yeah, you did, didn't you?"

pressing his lips to yours briefly, harry pulled back to smile at you, his girl, and his number one supporter.

"looks like the wag life is about to become reality," he joked.

"oh yeah," you laughed. "the real deal."

[obsidian-pages777]

Pick a Card: A Love letter for an Introvert.[Pick a mythical aesthetic]

Pile 1-Fairy core, Pile 2-Water Nymph core, Pile 3- Witch core. Left->Right

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Introduction

These are love letters to each one of you that picks a pile and if you happen to be an introverted soul walking on this earthly realm of existence give this reading a glance. I hope this works as a perfect- pick me up- for anytime of your day, whether you are stuck with massive amounts of boredom, back home from a tough work day or school day or even if you happen to be trying to find that quiet corner that you feel the most comfortable in, in this loud bustling world. Hope this gives you a sense of reassurance and peace.

The Music to help you today is in the link below:

Aurora- Your Blood

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Pile 1

Dearest Gentle Soul,

I write to you today with a heart full of admiration, for I have watched you navigate the winding paths of life with such grace and quiet determination. You have some qualities that you may not always see in yourself, but that shine brightly to those who take the time to look closely.

You have accomplished so much, my fren. The battles you’ve fought, though often silent and unseen by others, have shaped you into the remarkable person you are today. The world may not always recognize the quiet victories, but I see them in every step you take. Each obstacle you’ve overcome has been a testament to your resilience, a reminder of the power that lies within you.

Be proud, for you have come so far. You have faced challenges that others may never understand, and you’ve emerged stronger, wiser, and more compassionate and determined. Your journey is one of quiet triumphs, and though the road ahead may still hold its share of trials, remember that you are more than capable of continuing to rise above them.

With every achievement, no matter how small, you are crafting a life that is uniquely yours—a life built on the foundations of strength, courage, and self-belief. So take a moment, to bask in the glory of all you have done. Let pride fill your heart, for you have earned it a thousand times over.

With all my love,

Your Fairy Companion [wink wink]

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Pile 2

Beloved Introverted Heart,

Today, I find myself compelled to remind you of the extraordinary beauty that lies within you. Your soul tells a tale of someone with a soul as deep and vast as the ocean, filled with nuances and subtleties that are rare and precious.

Your uniqueness is a gift, a treasure that sets you apart in a world that often celebrates the loudest voices. It is your quiet nature, your introspection, that allows you to see the world in ways that others might miss. You notice the details, the small moments of magic that others overlook. You bring thoughtfulness, understanding, and a calm presence that is a balm to those around you.

There is a power in your stillness, a wisdom in your reflection. You are not meant to conform to the expectations of others, for you are a rare gem, one that sparkles brightest in its own light. Appreciate these qualities, for they are what make you so incredibly special.

Do not seek to change or mold yourself into something you are not. Instead, embrace the beauty of your introverted nature. It is in your quiet strength that you find your true power, in your gentle spirit that you touch the lives of others in profound ways. It is okay to retreat from this loud world from time to time. The world needs your unique light, and it shines most brilliantly when you allow yourself to simply be.

With appreciation,

Your Friend from Seas Apart

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Pile 3

Dearest Kindred Spirit,

I see the path you walk, and I am here to tell you that you are doing incredibly well. The cards reveal a journey that is not always easy, but one that you continue to face with unwavering dedication. You work hard, often without the recognition you deserve, yet you keep moving forward with quiet determination.

I want you to know that your efforts are not in vain. Every step you take, every task you complete, brings you closer to the life you are striving to create. It is in these small, consistent efforts that great achievements are born. You may not always see the progress, but it is there, building with each passing day.

Take heart, darling, for you are on the right path. Your hard work is a testament to your strength of character, your commitment to your goals. Even on the days when it feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, know that you have the power to carry it. You are stronger than you realize, more capable than you give yourself credit for.

Do not lose faith in yourself, for the journey ahead is bright with possibility. Keep pushing forward, even when the road seems long. Your dreams are within reach, and your hard work is the key that will unlock them. Remember, you are not alone on this path—your angels walk with you, cheering you on every step of the way.

With unwavering encouragement,

Your Witchy Companion.

[ravenfenty]

WINNING STREAK 18+

Pairing: Quarterback!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Warnings: ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴘɪᴠ, ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ,ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴛᴏʏ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ, ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, oral ꜱ*x ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴏᴏᴛʙᴀʟʟ ᴊᴇʀꜱᴇʏ, ᴅᴏɢɢʏꜱᴛʏʟᴇ, ᴀɴ*ʟ ᴘʟᴀʏ.

A/N: I think that covers everything. Oh yeah, and fluff, and a lot of horny thoughts. Inspired by a real-life event. Watched the Bengals vs. the Giants this week. I'm really proud of how the bengals went. Anyway, I hope you like it. I obviously do not own Joe Burrow and Ja'marr Chase, just written a fictionalised version, I guess. Images and gifs are not mine, and Bengals team name.

It was a nice sunny day, accompanied with a cool breeze, the start of spring had brought beautiful flowers and luscious green grass.

That could be evidently seen on the very green football field, your husband Steve was running on. It's week six of the football season. Today's Sunday game is Cincinnati Bengals versus Oakhill Stingrays.

You watched as he manoeuvred and dodged incoming defences on the opposite team.

He sprinted as fast as his body could allow him to, muscles straining and sweat building in his helmet.

He didn't care about the burn, he only cared about scoring that winning goal for his team. He’d worry about sore muscles later.

Coach Fury, crouched from the sidelines, nervousness written over his face, Joe Burrow and Ja'marr Chase were following closely behind him but they were no match for Steve.

Those of the team who weren’t playing watched along cheering your husband along. You were in the VIP section, watching along with Natasha and Mrs Fury.

You cheered as loud as you could, much quieter than your cheerleading days.

You didn’t want to strain your voice too much. Your shout of Steve’s name caught his attention for a brief second.

His stark blue eyes landed on yours. He blew you a kiss, and winked at you, mouthing “ this one's for you baby”.

You caught it and blew a kiss back to him. He grinned, he continued running, finally reaching the goal and scoring a touchdown. Just as the last quarter, sealing the fate of Brooklyn Panthers.

They’d won the game. Sam and Bucky joined Steve as they celebrated, a bunch of others ran up and carried Steve.

The sports announcer and journalists worked overtime, trying to capture Steve, for an interview.

Soon he got roped into post game interviews. You waited in the area reserved for family members and friends of players.

You had a giant bouquet of flowers that you wanted to give Steve, along with his favourite brooklyn donuts, his favourite being the cookies and cream cheesecake flavour.

They had become your favourite as of recently. You were very proud of him. So you thought they were the perfect gift for him.

He’s worked so hard the past few months, early mornings, strict diet and regimen. He also had been away from home for a couple weeks.

But he always made sure to call you and send you text messages, telling you about his activities throughout the day. Something you found adorable, you returned the calls and daily updates as well.

Since it was a home game, you’d had plans for tonight, something cute and chill. You’d go to the diner that Steve took you on, on your very first date, in the eleventh grade. Go to the beach later if you have time to and spend the night catching up on anything and everything.

You’d missed his company so much, the calls nor face times weren’t enough most days.

When you were able to, you did fly to his away games. Tonight you wanted to hug, cuddle him, everything really, and lucky last you really wanted to have sex with him.

Whether slow or rough would be determined by how Steve’s muscles were. You don't mind either, you just wanted that intimate connection.

You catch Steve coming out, duffle bag swung over his shoulders, he had a nice pair of jeans, Nike Jordan's and a fitted navy blue t-shirt that stretched over his muscles.

He fixed the chain that you'd bought for him on his birthday last month. He caught you oghling him and Steve grinned like a Cheshire cat.

You squealed as he approached, he was engulfed in big. You melted into him, loving his warmth and fresh shower smell and the mens gucci perfume he wore. He smelled divine, so manly.

He pulled back and captured your lips with his. At first the kiss was light then he deepened it, its full passion and filled with hunger. The sensation sent heat rushing to your core and you could feel your core pulse.

The emptiness was real. But you knew you had to wait a while. You loved a slow burn. Letting the pent up tension build it made for a perfect release.

One where you hoped, you'd be filled with your husband's cock, in any of your favourite positions. You pulled away to catch your breath.

You were sure you'd captured the attention of others. You sure had, you found Bucky and Natasha eyes wide. Coach Fury and Mrs Fury only smiled then quickly returned to their conversation.

“Hey honey, great game”.

“Thank you, I had the best cheerleader out there. Your cheers meant a lot of love”.

“no problem, here I bought you some sunflowers and your fave donuts.i have a few activities planned for us”.

“Thank you, sweetheart, can't wait to plant these. And devour these donuts and you later”.

Steve gave you once over eyes dilated, lust filled them. You looked away blushing. Steve had a way with words, it was a lot sometimes but you liked it.

“I'll hold you to that common lets go”.

The sun had now set, the last remaining light illuminated your living room in pink, yellow and orange. You and Steve were playing a game of twister. You took turns to see who lasted on the mat longer.

Steve was in grey sweats and a white t-shirt. You were dressed in the first football jersey the team had given him and sport shorts. They were Steve's favourites because they really accentuate the round of your ass and curves.

“Okay Steve I don't I can hold on much longer”. You dropped onto the mat because your right arm had given in. You massaged it.

“you're on a winning streak today Steve”.

“I am, I think it's time I get my reward”.

“Is that so?”.

“Uh huh”.

“I'll be happy to facilitate that”.

Excited Steve worked fast to pack away the twister mat and other board games. He bought pillows, blankets, towels, your dildo and blueberry flavoured lube. That you used when changing locations of where you had sex around the house, when comfort was needed.

_____________

“Legs spread wider sweetheart. Hold them up for me, yeah just like that.

You did as Steve asked, you were in nothing but his football jersey, and your pussy bare for him. He kisses along your thighs, and places soft bites. He trails down landing right at your entrance.

“Such a pretty pussy”.

He works his tongue through your slit, tantalisingly slow. You jerk you to get more friction, Steve moves hands to hold you down on you abdomen.

“patience sweetheart, we just started”.

“quit teasing”.

“like you haven't been teasing me all week with photos you've sent me”.

“fair, but still. Please Stevie I need more”. You rasped, kneading your hand through his beautiful hair.

“Nope, not after all the cold showers I've had to take”. Steve shakes his head as he continues, working his tongue inside your core and through your slit.

You moan at the sensation of his warm tongue. In pushing in and out, then did you do justice by adding two thick fingers, it was a little uncomfortable but soon you welcomed the stretching.

Steve moved his long fingers in a nice rhythm, he curled his fingers inside of you and worked his thumb on your clit.

It was a little too much, you were now panting, and moaning wantonly. Embarrassed, you took a pillow and covered your face.

“Uh Uh, let me hear those pretty sounds”. Steve took the pillow and threw it far from your reach, he even threw the other ones as a precaution. The only one left is the one your head is resting on.

“it's embarrassing”.

“it's not at all, I think it's a good sign, I love your moans, it lets me know if I'm doing a good job”. Steve adds a third finger and picks up his pace.

Your legs started to shake. You can't hold your legs up for much longer, Steve realises so he holds them for you with his forearm.

The last curl of Steve fingers of your gspot pushes you to the edge. You moan out loud, Steve then manoeuvres to get more comfortable and starts sucking on your clit.

You pushed him away, it was all too much. Given you were still riding on the wave of your first orgasm of the night.

“Your turn, Stevie”. Steve quickly takes off his clothes and boxers. He cock springs free, hitting his lower abdomen and lightly coating his happy trail in his precum.

“I want to try something, I loved the video that you sent of you riding your dildo, and it gave me a few ideas”.

Steve, took a small block and pressed your 6 inch dildo down, so that it could stand on something. It was a complete replica of Steve's cock that he'd gotten made for you.

It was a fun 1 year anniversary gift.

“I want you to ride that, as you suck me off”.

“Okay”.

You were kinda excited, the double pleasure you were about to experience. Steve pulled the special chair that you guys used for sex and he sat down.

Steve added, lube for you, you lowered yourself on the dildo. Then move your attention to his dick.

You lick it from base to tip, then the reverse. Your other hand massages his balls and thighs. You opened your mouth, and took him as far as you could fit inside your mouth.

Then you bobbed your head up and down, slightly gagging on his dick a little. Steve's deep grunts and growls, encouraged you.

“Keep up the pace, just like that honey. Doing so good”. He whined, you shifted your eyes to his. You held eye contact as you sucked him off.

Steve held your braided ponytail, but he still let you control the pace. A few curls that had been gelled back when now loose. You didn't mind, because Steve loved when you were a mess for him.

"My good girl, doing such a good job. Almost there dove, almost there.". Steve pants. His voice breaks a bit towards the end. “You look so sexy bouncing on your dildo like that, keep going. I watched your video an embarrassing amount of times and I came so much each time. I imagined you swallowing it all”.

“you gonna swallow it all like a good girl?”.

“Yes Stevie”. You answered and placed your mouth back on him.

You could tell that he was about to cum soon. His hand usually held your hair tighter, slightly pulling. His cock twitches in your mouth and his breathing becomes deep and slow.

You move your head to look up at him. You loved the look on his face. He was dazed, blue eyes dialated, sweat on his face, cheeks flushed pink and mouth open.

Eventually spurts of cum fill your mouth and you swallow every single drop. With the pop of your mouth, you move to the tip of his dick over your nipples.

Steve assessed you slowly you as he also kneaded and massaged your boobs.

“take off the jersey”. You did as he asked. You handed him the jersey. “face down and ass up, hands behind your back.

Steve tied the shirt making it into a makeshift blind fold. Since you couldn't see.

Steve helped move you into position.

Then once you find a comfortable position, you put your hands behind you. You were completely relying on your other senses.

The sound of a slap to your ass fills the air. It stings, but then Steve massages it replacing the previous sensation with pleasure.

Steve then takes the lube and adds a few drops between your cheeks. It's cold on your skin, it gives you goosebumps

You feel the tip of Steve’s cock at your entrance. He pushes inside you, just the tip. He pumps inside just a little pushing further he teases like that then, finally is buried inside you to the hilt. He's much deeper in this position, Steve starts pumping his hips, at a fast pace.

“Steve, I can't take it”.

“Yes, you can, you're already doing so well”.

“Such a pretty sight”.

It's all too much, Steve pushes a thumb through your puckered hole. The sensation of being filled in both holes is all consuming.

It feels amazing.

You wantonly push your hips against Steve to meet his thrusts. Steve lets you control the pace.

“Good girl, good fucking girl. Fuck yourself on my cock like that”.

Steve, fingers your puckered hole as you thrust against him. You were dizzy with pleasure. You slowed your thrusts to catch your breath and blink a few times.

“Fuckk, Stevie, you feel so good”.

“It feels so good, doesn't it? We fit so well together, don't we? Your pussy was made just for me. My cock just for you”.

“Yes Stevie, your cocks all mine”.

“All yours princess, all yours”. Steve takes off the blind fold and moves you onto your back, and ties your hands in front of you. He holds your legs and spreads them with your thighs and easily slides into your sex again.

Steve picks up the pace, he's completely in control. Slow or fasts, that's all his choice. You have no choice but to take what he gives you.

Steve's thrusts are deep but slow and he shifts his hips at a slight angle. Your eyes closed, Steve doesn't like that.

“eyes on me, keep them open and no biting your lips I wanna hear you”.

You open your eyes and find him watching your face and the bounce of your tits with each thrust. He picks up the pace and thrusts deeper.

“Look at you, you look so good like this. Pussy filled with my cock. Could stay like this forever”.

You try with, with your hands to push Steve away, to help control the pace.

“move your hands, you're going to take what I give, you're doing good so far, we're almost there”. Steve cock twitches, and can feel the familiar coil inside you.

The last stroke of Steve's pelvic bone against your clit sends you over edge. You hold onto his back tightly, his climax shortly follows yours.

“I missed you so much, my love. Let me know when you're ready for round two”.

“Stevie!”.

[ofironandivory]

Happy pride month, proselfshippers!!

❤️ Your life has value and beauty embedded within it! You deserve to enjoy every day and all the small beauties, achievements and sweet memories that come with it!

🧡 May your healing journey, through any and all struggles you go dela with, be calm and stable! People care about you and you will always be worthy of love and kindness!

💛 Your presence is like warm sunlight that is enjoyed by many, you make the world a better place simply by being in it! Keep shining bright and allow yourself to be confident and unique!

💚 Your nature is something to be admired and openly expressed! However you may experience your queerness, it'll always be beautifully changing and growing, just like you!

💙 No matter how rough things may get, harmony will always return! Be it in the quiet moments of respite or in the loud celebrations of your existence, you will realize that you belong here!

💜 Let your spirit glow and blossom! You deserve to feel proud of all parts of yourself, because all of it contributes to your magnificent existence!

🩵 May all of your days be filled with magic, enough to keep your eyes shining and to make your heart race! Your joy in existence is one of the strongest attributes you can have through rough times!

🩷 Your identity is your own to experience, enjoy and embody! The right people will always love and accept you for who you are, don't force yourself to fit into small minded people's lives!

🤍 Unity is what keeps our communities together! All queer ways of existing are beautiful and powerful in their own way, keep your arms open for those who need it!

🤎 Don't be afraid to rely on your community! You are not alone and many people can and will sympathize and understand your points of view and experiences!

🖤 Never forget that you will always belong here! You, your experience and your queerness are all loved and welcomed with open arms, now and forever!

[ouiouibaguettt]

Off the Pitch

YN -> your name

masterlist (1) - (2) - (3) - (4)

k of words! request from @liverpoolfan96

For Aggie one reader and Aggie both play for cheslea and after beating United to win league celebrate together but no one know there together until someone catches them kissing

The match was over. The final whistle had blown, and Chelsea had won. 1-0.

You and Aggie, both on the pitch, had fought through the tension of the game. A hard-fought battle against Manchester United that was more than just a game—it was a statement.

The league title was yours.

The crowd erupted into cheers, but you barely heard it, your mind on the feeling in your chest. Your pulse was still racing from the match, but more from something else. Something you and Aggie had kept just between the two of you.

From the moment she’d passed you the ball for that final goal, there was no going back. You had become more than just teammates.

Back in the locker room, everyone was jubilant. The squad was exchanging hugs, taking photos, and celebrating the victory with loud cheers. But for you and Aggie, it was different. You slipped away from the crowd together, down the hall toward the quieter, secluded hallway that led to the team's private rooms.

You grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers. Aggie shot you a playful look but didn’t pull away.

"We did it," she said, voice filled with excitement, but also something else. Something intimate that only the two of you understood.

The quiet between you in the hallway was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Neither of you wanted to join the throngs of celebrating teammates just yet. Not until you had a moment.

Aggie stopped in front of the door to your shared hotel room and glanced over at you. “You’re unbelievable out there, you know?”

You grinned, feeling the weight of everything—the victory, the adrenaline, the love that had secretly grown between you two—crash into your chest.

Before you could reply, she was already closing the door behind you. And suddenly, you were alone together in the room.

The heat between you both had been building for weeks, months even. In the quiet of the hotel room, it felt impossible to deny it anymore.

Aggie’s eyes flickered to yours before she closed the gap between you, her hands resting on your hips. “I’m so proud of us.”

“You really think we can keep this quiet?” you asked, voice teasing but with an underlying question.

She smirked. “I don’t think we’ll have to for long.”

You tilted your head, leaning in just a little more. “Why’s that?”

Her lips brushed against yours, soft at first, like a promise. “Because we’re worth the risk.”

You didn’t wait another second before your lips met, and in that instant, the world outside faded. There were no press conferences, no fans cheering—just the two of you, finally allowing everything you had kept hidden to unfold.

Hours later, you were still in your room, in a quiet haze of celebration. The team had partied into the night, but you and Aggie had stayed out of the limelight.

But even in the privacy of the room, you knew it wouldn’t stay hidden forever.

You were about to slip into the shower when there was a knock at the door.

Aggie raised an eyebrow. “Who is that?”

“Maybe it’s just the team,” you said, tossing on a robe. “Let me get it.”

When you opened the door, however, you weren’t greeted by a teammate. It was the team photographer—caught off guard when they realized they had the wrong room.

But what they saw through the cracked door stopped them.

There you were, just inches apart, your hair disheveled, the flush still on your cheeks, with Aggie standing too close for anyone to mistake what was happening.

And before you could even close the door, it was already too late.

The photographer blinked in shock. “Oh… um, sorry!” They turned to leave, but the damage was done.

You closed the door quickly, heart pounding. “This is bad.”

Aggie chuckled nervously. “It’s okay. We can handle this.”

But it was already all over the social media platforms. Someone—maybe from the other side of the hallway—had already taken a photo of you two, standing just moments after the kiss.

It was the morning after the win, and the media had exploded.

You and Aggie hadn’t spoken since the photographer incident, but you knew the world would know about your relationship now. You were just hoping the team wouldn’t think it was a distraction.

Your phone buzzed incessantly—group chats, notifications, Instagram comments. But the most important message came from Sonia, Chelsea’s manager.

She wasn’t angry. Far from it.

“You two should’ve just come out already,” her message read. “Get it over with. Don’t let anyone make you feel like your love is a headline.”

Later that afternoon, in the media room, you both sat before the cameras. Everyone was waiting for some explanation, some comment.

Aggie took your hand under the table, and you squeezed back. You’d both been preparing for this moment.

But you didn’t shy away.

“You might have seen us on social media last night,” you said, looking directly into the cameras. “And, yes, we’re together. We’ve been together for a while now, but we’ve kept it private for our own reasons.”

Aggie smiled at you softly. “But we’re not hiding anymore. We’ve won the league, and we’re proud of that—proud of each other.”

The media exploded.

And Chelsea? Well, they were behind you every step of the way.

You and Aggie had made your relationship official, and now the world knew. No more secrets. No more hiding.

The celebrations weren’t over—they’d only just begun.

It had been hours since the world found out about you and Aggie.

The phone buzzing. The notifications flooding in. People commenting. Speculating. But the moment the photos hit the press, there was no turning back.

The squad had celebrated the league win all night, but today was a new day—and the media had already latched onto every word and photo they could get their hands on.

You sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through Twitter. Every post, every headline, every message was about you and Aggie. You were officially out.

But despite the frenzy, there was still a sense of calm between the two of you. You glanced up from your phone and met her gaze as she walked into the room, still in her training gear, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“Well, I guess we’re officially public now,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but your heart was still racing.

Aggie crossed the room, sitting next to you on the bed. Her fingers found yours as she squeezed your hand. "Guess there’s no turning back now."

The two of you had danced around it for months—secret dates, stolen moments, hidden kisses. But now? It was all out there for the world to see.

Later that afternoon, after a quiet discussion about how to approach the situation, you and Aggie made the decision to take control.

You pulled up your Instagram, and Aggie did the same, side by side. No more letting the media run with their assumptions. No more letting the world write your story for you.

This was your moment.

You posted first.

It wasn’t much—just a simple photo of the two of you in a moment of happiness. It was taken during the match celebrations, a candid shot of you both laughing, hands intertwined, clearly in your element.

No caption at first.

Just the raw, unfiltered image of the two of you.

After a beat, you added the caption:

“Sometimes the best thing in life is what you never expected. 💙 #LoveIsLove #ChelseaFamily”

It was short. It was simple. And it was all you needed.

Within minutes, the comments exploded.

From your teammates, you got love and support:

Keira Walsh: “Finally! You two are impossible to ignore. 🔥 #Proud”

Lucy Bronze: “Love you both!! 🌟 #DreamTeam”

Sonia Bonpastor: “Chelsea women are unstoppable both on and off the pitch. 🔥❤️ #ProudCoach”

The fans were more of a mixed bag, some celebrating your relationship and others trying to stir the pot. But you didn’t care. This was your truth, and you weren’t hiding anymore.

But it wasn’t just the Chelsea team reacting.

From the Barça squad, comments flooded in too:

Alexia Putella: “I knew it! 😏 So happy for you both! #LoveAlwaysWins”

Aitana Bonmatí: “Two incredible players and two even more incredible people. ❤️”

Salma Paralluelo: “Love you both so much!! 💜”

And even some players from the other side—Manchester United—showed their support. They all had witnessed the magic of your partnership on the pitch, and now, they were seeing it off the pitch.

Aggie’s Post Not to be outdone, Aggie posted her own hard launch a few minutes later.

It was a simple but powerful picture: the two of you from the previous night, just after the match, standing on the pitch with your arms around each other. You were holding the trophy, and Aggie’s head was resting on your shoulder, a smile lighting up both of your faces.

Her caption was even more direct than yours.

“No more secrets. #MyPerson #Chelsea❤️”

It was clear now.

You were a couple. No longer hidden in shadows or secret hotel rooms.

As expected, the press went wild. The story of Chelsea’s victorious league season now included the love story of two of its brightest stars.

Headlines flooded in:

“Chelsea’s Stars Shine in More Ways Than One: Player’s Secret Relationship Revealed!”

“League Winners and Lovers: Aggie and YN Make it Official”

“From Teammates to Soulmates: Chelsea’s Unlikely Power Couple”

By the evening, your love story was the main topic of conversation across social media. The world was catching up to what had been an unspoken truth among the team: you and Aggie were the perfect match.

Later that night, you sat together in your shared apartment in London, watching TV, the excitement of the day starting to die down. But even now, it was hard to believe that everything had changed so quickly.

"You okay?" Aggie asked, nudging you with her shoulder.

You let out a soft laugh, feeling both relieved and overwhelmed. "Yeah. Just… I didn't think it would be this big. I mean, everyone already knew, right?"

Aggie smiled, brushing her hair back. "Yeah, but now they know for sure."

You looked down at your phone again—your feed still flooded with messages from friends, family, and fans. Some were supportive, others less so. But none of that mattered. Because in that moment, it felt like the whole world had finally caught up to you.

"I guess this is our new normal," you said, leaning against her.

"We'll handle it," Aggie said confidently. "And I’ll always be with you, no matter what."

You smiled and kissed her softly, the world fading away for just a moment. You didn’t need anything more than this.

The hard launch on social media had sent shockwaves throughout the football world, but it wasn’t just fans who were reacting. Your Chelsea teammates were the first to share their thoughts, and honestly, their support was exactly what you needed.

Keira Walsh was the first to text you, as expected. She was always your ride-or-die, someone you could count on in both the locker room and outside it.

“Finally, you two made it official! 🎉💙 Love you both. So happy for you. I saw the whole thing play out on Insta this morning. What took you so long? 😉”

You chuckled, shaking your head. Aggie was right next to you, her head resting against your shoulder as you both read through the messages.

"I think Keira might have known before we did," you replied to her, sending Keira a laughing emoji.

Lucy Bronze, who had been part of the team even before you both made it to Chelsea, was quick to comment on your Instagram post, but she followed it up with a heartfelt message.

“Couldn’t be happier for you both. You’ve been amazing together for so long—just glad everyone knows now. Proud of you. ❤️”

You smiled, grateful that someone like Lucy, who had always kept things professional, was openly supportive. It felt like a weight had been lifted.

Fran Kirby wasn’t far behind. Fran had always been the prankster of the team, and her message reflected her playful spirit.

“The worst-kept secret in football… but so glad it’s out! 😆 Big hugs to both of you, you deserve all the happiness in the world. Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding! 💍”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “We’re not getting married yet, Fran,” you texted her back, but you couldn’t help feeling a little giddy. The excitement of your love story being celebrated was contagious.

Sonia, Chelsea’s manager, sent you a more professional message but with the same warmth.

“We’re proud of you both. The love and support from the team is unwavering. Let’s keep our focus on what we do best: winning. But I’m so glad you’re both able to be yourselves now. #ChelseaFamily”

You could tell that Sonia was genuinely proud of you, and the fact that she was so supportive made the entire process feel more natural.

The reactions from the England squad were just as swift, if not more vocal. You’d both shared your time with them at international camps, and now, the spotlight was on you.

Ellie Roebuck, England’s star goalkeeper and one of your closest friends, was quick to message you.

“So proud of you both. You two were always adorable, and now the world knows! Finally!! 💕 Can’t wait to catch up next camp. I might need a few more tips on keeping my relationship a secret, though. 😂”

You giggled at Ellie’s comment. “I think you’ve got that part down better than we did,” you replied. "But maybe we should have just told everyone ages ago."

Lauren Hemp didn’t waste any time either. You had known Lauren for years, and she was always known for her energy and infectious enthusiasm.

“YESSSSS!! I knew it. You guys are too cute for words. Honestly, you two are what dreams are made of. Couldn’t be happier for you!!”

Her excitement was contagious. You showed the message to Aggie, who rolled her eyes and smiled. “Typical Lauren,” she laughed, shaking her head.

Georgia Stanway also chimed in, sending a private message.

“Took you long enough! I swear I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages. You’re both amazing, and now the whole world knows it. Can’t wait to see you both at the next England camp. ❤️”

You grinned, knowing that Georgia had probably guessed from the start but respected your privacy. “See you soon, Stanway!” you texted back.

Alex Greenwood, a player you had always respected, sent a more emotional message, showing just how much your love story had touched everyone.

“Seeing you both finally share this with the world is so special. You two are the real deal. Can’t wait to celebrate with you both in person soon. Much love, YN and Aggie. 💖”

The sincerity in Alex's message hit you harder than you expected, and you shared a soft smile with Aggie, feeling deeply grateful for the support surrounding you both.

The next international break was approaching, and both Chelsea and England were preparing for matches. The press conference was set at St. George’s Park, where the England team usually gathered for media sessions.

When the time came, you and Aggie were prepared for a full-on media storm. The press had already gone crazy over your relationship. Now, it was your chance to address it head-on.

The conference room buzzed with questions, but the moment you and Aggie walked in together, hand in hand, the room went silent for a beat.

The press officer cleared their throat and motioned for the questions to begin. A reporter from a major tabloid, who was notorious for trying to stir drama, asked with a grin:

"So, now that the cat's out of the bag, how does it feel to go public with your relationship, especially being a part of the England squad?"

You met Aggie’s eyes and smiled, squeezing her hand under the table. "It feels good. We’ve always been supportive of each other, both on and off the pitch. Our teammates, both here at Chelsea and with England, have been amazing. We’re excited to continue being part of this team and supporting each other."

Aggie added, "It's important for us to live our truth, and we’re both proud to be open about who we are. But above all, we’re focused on winning for England, for Chelsea, and for the people who support us."

The room erupted in flashes from cameras, but no one asked anything that felt intrusive or disrespectful. The reporters, sensing the sincerity in your words, respected the moment.

After the press conference ended, the England squad gathered for a quick team photo. You and Aggie stood side by side, hands not far apart, but this time, there was no hesitation.

Ellie Roebuck leaned in, whispering loudly, "You two are the power couple of football now!"

"Shhh," you teased, laughing, but you couldn’t suppress the proud grin on your face.

The team posed together for the shot, and as the cameras clicked, you realized something important: the world had caught up, but this—being surrounded by the love of your team, the love of Aggie—was all that truly mattered.

[pannman]

Oh idea Yandere Vox X Alastor's twin sister reader who technically belongs in Heaven but due to a mishap ended up in hell

Mine

Tw: manipulation, heavy brainwashing, toxic relationships, non consensual touching

You were supposed to be on the list. You were sure of it. Of course your brother was down in hell after everything he had done. You remember quite vividly finding his "trophies" in the basement. And although you still loved your brother even now, you knew the right thing to do was turn him in. So you did...

You tried not to let the guilt overwhelm you. Was that why they weren't allowing you into heaven? Because you felt guilty for doing the right thing? Because you still loved your brother even though he was a monster?

You stood there at the pearly gates in shock not aware of what was going on until the ground/clouds gave out beneath your feet. Suddenly you were falling. You screamed the whole way down and braced for impact. You didn't notice your features changing as you fell

You hit the ground with a smack! Although it did hurt it was not that bad and you were completely uninjured somehow...

Your first week in hell was just that. Hell. You were attacked and targeted frequently. Newbies were apparently easy to spot. It took you quite a while to get used to your new surroundings. And your new body. Your hair had turned a deep red, your skin had turned so pale it was as if you were a ghost, your teeth had grown sharp and you kept accidentally biting your tongue and your cheek until you got used to it.

Your eyes glowed red and you had deer like features. Two ears that almost looked like part of hair and hooves for feet which it took you a while to be able to walk normal.

Your voice changed to have some kind of radio affect. It reminded you of Alastor... he was down here somewhere for sure. He was a famous radio host when he was alive. Known for playing smooth jazz songs, interviewing celebrities and keeping the people of New Orleans up to date with the latest news. He frequently did his story on the "New Orleans Butcher". No one knew how he was so good at understanding the killer's motives. At least no one did until you went into the basement

Your first extermination was utterly terrifying. You came close a couple of times to dying a second time but over the years you eventually grew at least semi decent at defending yourself and finding a good hiding spot.

It was during the extermination you were looking for a place to hide when you happened upon a bunch of screens in a window.

There was a man with a picture box for a head live broadcasting the carnage. He roasted the poor souls as they were brutally killed by the exorcist angels.

"Oh wow, that guy seemed to think he could take on the angels himself. Ha! What a moron! Am I right people?"

He was very annoying

He looked directly at the camera and his eyes began to swirl

"Am I right?"

Maybe he was a bit funny... besides entertainers HAD to be over the top. They had to be loud and proud. You should know you were related to one

After the extermination happened, you bought a TV. Why did you do that again? Well... you kinda liked that guy... something in you just felt compelled to do it

As more years went by you had grown to be a huge fan of Vox. You watched him religiously. You enjoyed his charisma and overdramatic flair. It reminded you of Alastor. You grew the desire to meet Vox. Maybe even work for him. So when the job opportunity of a lifetime opened up, you were ecstatic

It was for Voxs personal secretary. You showed up for the interview, resume in hand and dressed in your most professional dress. You didn't have that much experience. When you were alive it wasn't easy to be a woman and get the same opportunities as a man. And now that you were awaiting your interview you grew nervous upon noticing the sheer amount of competition. Apparently you weren't the only one dying for an opportunity to get close to Vox

As you entered, you were surprised and utterly speechless to see Vox himself doing the interviews. He was busying himself reading some papers and didn't even bother to look up at you. "Take a seat let's begin" he said coldly

You took a seat and squirmed in the chair. "Now I was looking at your resume here and..." He trailed off as soon as he saw you. You weren't sure why. "Uuuuggghh... what-what was your name again miss?"

You answered and he blinked twice in shock before a devilish grin spread across his face. "You wouldn't happen to be related to an Alastor would you?" You were unsure how he knew your brother and if it would help or hurt your chances of getting the job. Now that you thought about it you could vaguely remember hearing Alastors name mentioned whenever Vox did a broadcast but for some reason thats all you could remember. His eyes began to swirl as he gazed deeply into yours.

"Don't be afraid, be honest with me"

"Yes he's my brother... we're twins" you found yourself confessing. Was this a good idea? He asked you to be honest and that's what you did. He grew suddenly cheerful. "Well then! You got the job!" He exclaimed

You couldn't believe it. Your biggest idol. You were going to work for him. It was a dream come true

As time went on working for Vox was great. He seemed to treat you better than his other employees. He gave you longer breaks, let you use the company card, sent you on corporate retreats, and never once yelled at you. In fact he praised you often for even the smallest things.

Got him coffee without him having to ask? He's over the moon about your initiative. Remembered to schedule in his lunch before a big meeting? He commends you for your competence. Handled his paperwork for him? He gives you a raise

Of course Vox also insisted on lots of one on one time. Employee/employer bonding is what he called it. At first you were a bit weirded out by it. But then you realized it was just a part of how things were run here. It was perfectly reasonable

Then everything changed...

You decided to surprise Vox with Coffee and his favorite pastry. You came in unannounced as he usually had no problem with it. His back was to you and he was unaware you were even in the room as he seemed to be in a fit of rage. There was a million screens on the wall he was facing. All of them seemed to be focusing on someone who was not showing up on camera. They almost looked like you. They almost looked like...

"ALASTOR!!! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! I WILL END YOU FOR THIS!!! I CANT STAND TO SEE YOUR SMUG FACE-"

"-Sir... is... everything okay?" You asked still assuming the best. Naively. He turned around and saw you standing there with a tray in your hands. He began to laugh. Was he losing it?

He stalked towards you with an evil gleam in his eye. You stood still. Simply confused. He seemed amused by your trust in him.

He loomed over you. Leaning down with his face inches from yours. You simply stared at him before giving a innocent smile

"Wow! That brainwashing goes pretty deep with you doesn't it sweetheart?" He chuckled darkly. Br-brainwashing? "Wha-what are you talking about?" Your head felt funny as if a part of you was trying to burst through a wall you had built. The more you tried to think the more your head ached. You grimaced at the sharp pain in your forehead.

"You need some ice for that sweetie? You feeling okay?" He inquired in a sickly sweet tone. You immediately forgot what he had said a bit ago. "Why thank you, but I think I'll be ok" it was way easier not to break free. It was way less painful to pretend.

He continued "I'm just a bit frustrated is all..." He remarks. "Oh, why? Is there some way I can help?" You responded. "Well... you see I didn't WANT to worry you but... well your brother Alastor and I go way back. And I wanted to tell you but the truth is he's been tormenting me for years. I didn't want to make your life any more complicated or difficult than it already is. But he won't leave me alone. It's torture...."

You felt tears going down your cheeks and guilt well up in your chest. "I'm so sorry, I-I wish there was something I could do... anything!" Vox whiped your tears from your eyes.

"There is ONE thing... but it's a lot to ask" he caressed your face. "What is it" it wasn't really a question as you were already prepared to do it. "If you could sell your soul to me then maybe I can trick him into thinking you're my prisoner. He seems to still care about you in a sick and twisted way. I could "use" you as leverage and tell him to leave me alone. Then, I think I can be free from him. We both can."

You didn't even think about. You should've but you didn't. The moment you agreed he pulled out a lengthy contract which you didn't bother to read...

You signed above the line and you felt the heaviness of a chain around your neck. You touched it lightly with your fingers. You gently caressed the metal that was physically manifesting as you closed your eyes softly... Get it off. Get it off. GET IT OFF!!!

You grabbed and pulled and suddenly felt choked as the chain yanked you onto your knees. Vox laughed maniacally holding the other end. You began to hyperventilate. "Let me go!!!"

"I thought this is what you wanted. You wanted help me. So caring of you" you could now clearly hear the malice in his voice. "You would never believe me but when I saw you my heart skipped a beat. I had only ever felt that way once before. But he left me. I decided right away I wouldn't let you do the same"

You cried and screamed until Vox snapped his fingers and you were unconscious...

After who knows how long later you woke up in his arms chained to his bed. You tried to squirm out from him but his grip tightened. You tried to scream but his hand came over you mouth as he leaned in breath ghosting over your neck. He whispered into your ear

"Mine"

[suhkusa]

EGOIST 22. FINAL.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. timeskip, angst, fluff, little surprise at the end

A/N. this is it!!! thank you for those who have stuck around for the past year, i'm sorry it's taken me this long but i hope it was somewhat worth the wait!!! i enjoyed reading your comments and asks about the series sm. this series challenged me in many ways, but helped me get back into writing. i love u all sm and thank u again <3 ps if u have any questions or want me to answer some “whats if”s feel free to send an ask!!!

-> MASTERLIST.

3 YEARS LATER.

Atsumu is absolutely hyped. 

He’s finally here, the real big stage. The Olympics. 

Never in a million years would he have thought that he’d get here alongside many other amazing volleyball players. He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears his name being announced, leaving from under the stadium seats to run out to the main courts, allowing himself to flourish in the loud cheers. 

Atsumu was on his A-Game, he didn’t care who he’d have to go against, he was determined to win. 

The rest of his team came out shortly after Atsumu, the group of them huddled up near the coaches as the other team was loudly called out. The first match they had was against the U.S, and something about that sounded familiar, though he didn’t bother to think too much into it. He squinted as he listened to his coach yap about doing good out there and not let them get under their skins.

After the other team is lined up, the Japan team is lined up in front of them. There’s some commencement announcements that are being played on the speaker, allowing Atsumu some time to enter the zone. 

When the whistle blows, everyone takes their positions. Atsumu is ready. 

The match starts with the sound of a buzzer. And everyone is on the move. 

The U.S’ team was definitely a challenge for Japan’s, but after the rigorous training they’ve been put through, the win was more than easy to steal, the match ending at the 4th set with Japan named the winners.

Everyone cheered as they celebrated their victory in the main court. As Atsumu’s eyes scanned through the U.S’ team, his eye was caught on a woman who stood by the coaches.

His gaze went right past her at first until he backtracked and looked again, this time more intently. 

The adrenaline running through his body stopped almost entirely as he froze in place.

It couldn’t be, could it?

–––

It’s hard to celebrate along with the rest of the team when his heart and his mind caught on to you. 

After going to multiple therapy sessions, he’d finally found it in him to let you go. From his mind at least, not so much his heart. 

But it felt like all the progress he was so proud of himself for making just washed down the drain. Just at the mere sight of you. Did you see him? Were you proud of him even though you were on the opposite side of the court? Were you involved with any of those men on that team? How have you been? You cut your hair? Seeing you let the many thoughts that he thought he had locked away loose. Though, he wasn’t sure if he was so mad at the occurrence.

Perhaps it was fate’s cruel way of reminding him that his past never really goes away. But even so, he knows better than to go out of his way to find you. The last time he talked to you was a hard time in his life, and you made it more than clear that you wanted nothing to do with him.

“You coming, Miya?” his teammate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, called out to him. The two had been chosen from the MSBY team together, alongside Hinata and Bokuto. 

“What, where?” Atsumu replies, a confused look on his face as his eyes meet Sakusa’s.

“The guys wanted to go to the Olympic Conference party, it’s at the facility down the street,” Sakusa is applying hand sanitizer to his hands as he continues, “Participants in the Olympics are all invited, but you don’t have to if you’re tired,”

Atsumu gets up, stretching his limbs out before finally deciding on going. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind getting some fresh air,”

The two of them join the others as they make their way into the shuttle that’d take them to the Olympic Conference. 

The place is bigger than it looks on the outside. He sees people from the swimming events and even the ice-skating events. The amount of people nearly overwhelms him, which is surprising for Atsumu Miya since he usually enjoys parties. He wasn’t quite sure where to go so he opted to follow Sakusa around, joining him in getting a drink by the bar.

“Be sure not to drink too much,” Sakusa turns to the other man as they both down the drinks they were given. Atsumu gives him a funny look, “I’m serious, we still have matches to play,”

“Obviously, I’m not stupid,” Atsumu rolls his eyes, “Just needed something to take the edge off, y’know?”

Sakusa raises his eyebrows in turn before gesturing to Atsumu that he was gonna go. “Oh, I’ll follow,” Atsumu replies.

“You sure?” Sakusa looks back at him.

Atsumu confused, an eyebrow raising in response, “What? Yeah, I don’t have anywhere else to go, Shoyo and Kou already went their own ways,”

“Ookay, then,”

Atsumu is surprised as he follows Sakusa through the crowd. He wonders where they’re going as they leave the big crowd and make their way to the smaller party rooms. 

“Kiyoomi!” a voice calls, and it causes him to freeze in his steps.

The other man walks a bit further up, leaving Atsumu behind. Atsumu watches as a smaller figure embraces Sakusa in a hug. 

“It’s been a while, Y/N,” 

The sound of your name was almost foreign. Genuinely, it feels like he hasn’t heard that name in a millenia. He isn’t sure if he should go or keep standing there like an idiot, but fate chooses for him as you let go of the black-haired man and catch a glimpse of Atsumu behind him.

This is what Sakusa was talking about.

“Oh,” falls from your lips, “Atsumu? Is that you?”

He feels almost faint at the sound of his name coming from your mouth, your voice. His response comes out on his own.

“Y-Yeah, it’s been a while, huh?” He curses himself for the tenseness of his words. 

You give him a smile, saying something to Sakusa that he can’t quite interpret before you walk closer to him. Were you coming up to him or walking past him? His mind turns to goo as you’re a breath away. 

“Did you want to come outside with me? It’s a little hot,”

It wasn’t that hot, it was actually somewhat cold, but Atsumu nodded and followed your lead. He doesn’t want to say too much, he’s scared. He’s scared if he were to say the wrong thing, he’d wake up from this dream.

Atsumu’s getting deja vu as you lead him through the big crowd and through the double doors. 

The two of you stand beside each other, letting the cool air blow past. It’s silent aside from the cars that drive by, and the distant music coming from inside. 

Atsumu is getting anxious with every passing second, he can’t stop himself from speaking. 

“How have you been?” He's thankful the words that escape are normal and not created off the impulsive thoughts he had earlier. 

He hears you take a deep breath before you respond, “I’ve been good, like actually. It’s really nice in California,”

You sound genuine and it makes him a little less tense.

“At first it was hard, since I only understood a bit of English, but I guess Duolingo really helps you out,” you laugh, “But I’ve met so many people, a lot of celebrities especially since they come to the games sometimes,”

“That’s good, Y/N,” Atsumu gives. He’s not sure what else to say. 

There’s a hesitant look in your eyes, “How… how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, too. My brother recommended me to his therapist so I did that for a while,” your eyes widened in surprise at that. 

“That’s good, Atsumu,”

He nods, “Yeah. Other than that, it’s been the same old, just playing volleyball,”

The two of you sit in another round of silence.

He’s surprised when you’re the one who brings up the subject he’s been dying to know.

“Have you been seeing anyone else?” your eyes find a place in the opposite direction of him.

“No, not at all. Not since, well, you know,” he beats himself up mentally for the way he worded that. Was that necessary? “And you?”

“Nope, I’ve been too busy, but I’d be lying if I said I’ve been celibate while here,” you let out a breathy laugh. “Party culture is huge in California,”

Your words prick a little at Atsumu’s heart, but who was he to judge?

“That’s cool,” a faux laugh escapes his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” your words caught him off guard, “I can’t lie to you, I have your name blocked on everything, so I didn’t know you were on the Japan National Team, but I’m proud of you,”

“It was definitely a shock to see your face from across the court,” you continue. “I hate to bring up the past, but I’m sorry for how harsh I was that night,”

“It’s fine, it was my fault,” Atsumu smiles down at you.

“Time away allowed me to really get in tune with my emotions and thoughts, and I finally think I was able to really forgive you. I mean not that it matters, I just think seeing you made me feel nostalgic,”

He laughs, “No, I get it. I feel similar,”

“To be honest, I wasn’t planning on seeing or talking to you at all during my time here. I was hoping we just wouldn’t cross paths, but I’m glad we did talk. Genuinely,”

“Same, Y/N. I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you on the court, and it was really scary considering I haven’t thought about you that much since years ago. But talking to you really helped, and I think maybe I finally got the closure my therapist was talking about,”

You share a small smile, “That’s good,”

The wind blows a bit harsher, the passage of time didn’t really click with Atsumu until now.

“You want to head inside?” he holds an arm out, which you hook onto.

“Sure,”

The rest of the Japan team are huddled in their own little group when the two of you approach them. Shot glasses are shoved into your hands before you can rebuttal. 

“I really shouldn’t–” Atsumu pushes. 

“Just do it, Tsum-Tsum,” Bokuto smiles.

Cheers, echoes through the air as the lot of you raise your glasses and down the hard liquor.

“I’m gonna find a seat just in case I collapse,” you whisper into his ear. He chuckles to himself when he remembers how much of a lightweight you are.

“I’ll come with,”

He’s surprised how quick you are to start yapping. Laughing as you go on and on about your ventures in California. It’s interesting though. The states made you glow and have definitely changed your demeanor. 

“I miss home, though,” you whine, “But I’m glad I’m coming home soon,”

Your words cause a brow of his to rise, “Soon?”

“Did Omi not tell you?” you mumble, there’s a confused-worried look on your face, “I’m coming back to Japan after the Olympics,”

“What?”

Your eyes widen, “W-Why? Should I not?”

“NO- I mean no, that’s great news,”

He can see you visibly settle down at his words. The two of your bodies melt into the couch as the time passes. He’s looking around, watching the other party goers have their own fun. Your breath falls into harmony with his own. 

The news you just dropped on him was definitely a shocker. He wasn’t quite sure how to process it.

Would you be coming back to MSBY? Probably not, huh? Maybe a nearby team? Maybe he should stop getting ahead of himself. He looks down at you, your eyes are dozing off. 

“Atsumu,” your voice is small as it calls out for him.

“Yeah?”

“Do you still like me?”

FORGIVE OR FORGET

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