#''his head is soccer ball shaped''

[rumblemodels]

not a request, what are your favourite models? :D

probably popplio because it was the post that got like super big. and i LOVED reading the tags on it the tags were so so good. i deleted the post to get rid of the notifs by the time it had like 5k but i miss it......

[love-anddeepression]

STOP I LOVE YOUR PLATONIC!MIGUEL FICS <333

would you be okay with writing smth where teen!reader makes him something?? like maybe reader loves making things out of paper (like paper flowers, butterflies, tiny stars, etc.) so they decided fo make smth for miguel?

and maybe reader is nervous he won't like it?? :(

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS<333

Origami and Suit Malfunctions- Miguel O' Hara x teen!spider!reader

See, the thing with being a part time employee of the spider society meant that you had a lot of free time compared to other spiders. Normally anyone would go back to their own universe, but yours was sadly destroyed.

Sad. Anyways, it meant that you had a lot of free time. Free time to annoy Miguel, to conspire with Lyla, to practice your techniques..... and to hone your previously horrendous origami skills.

Like, no joke, you had absolutely no talent when it come to folding paper into intricate shapes. But hey, bored and borderline insanity works wonders for the brain.

So, slowly but surely, you taught yourself to make paper stars and flowers and boats. But you wanted to make something for Miguel. Why?

Who knows? Like I said, boredom does things to the brain.

Miguel wasn't exactly an open book and he'd probably die of a heart attack if you gave him flowers. You didn't have time to make hundreds of little paper stars so that was ruled out-

"What're you thinking about?" the older man's raspy voice reaches your ears.

"How to get your suit to malfunction." you quip back.

"Why must you torture me so?" he replies in a monotone voice as he sits on his seat, opposite you.

"I'm your employee, it's my job."

"Your job is to be a pain in the ass?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Precisely." you stick your tongue out and he rolls his eyes.

After a few seconds, you clear your throat, "Hey, uh, what's your favorite sport?

He's silent for a while and you can see his eyes gloss over, his reply is shaky, "Soccer."

You nod with a thumbs up, "Thank you Bossman Bosserson."

"You call me that again, I'll throw Lyla at you." he threatens as you go to leave the office.

"Jokes on you, I'd love that!" you shout back you walk out.

-----

Finally, he thinks, Finally this mission is over. Now he can go have a hot shower and a good meal and some of the amazing chai you make and he'll be in a somewhat good mood.

When he enters his office, he stunned at the silence.

Normally he can hear the sound of your feet tapping against the floor or your humming and the the fact that he can hear nothing is unnerving.

"Kid?" he calls out, Answer me.

He swings to the top of the platform, and you're not where you normally are. You're not sitting there, zoned out with your foot tapping incessantly like a little child. You're not where you're supposed to be.

"Miguel, your heart is racing, you okay?" Lyla asks him.

"Where's my kid?" he asks her.

"Oh baby Mig's hanging out with Hobie!" she says cheerfully.

"What?" he all but growls.

"Hey! Chill! She's fine! In fact, " the AI smirks and nods towards his desk, "She left something for you."

He turns and his heart skips a beat.

There's a little paper soccer ball on his desk.

It's tiny in his palm, but it has your initials and a post-it stuck on top.

"You said you liked soccer, so this is for you :D. I would never try to screw with your suit, don't worry ;)"

The ink smudges as a tear drops onto where you've signed the post it.

"God, this spider, I swear." he grumbles and wipes his eyes.

"This spider...what?" he jumps and turns at the sound of your voice. You're standing behind him with your hands behind your back and a sheepish smile on your face.

"This spider is my kid." he pats your cheek softly, "Thank you, this means a lot."

You nod with a smile, "You're welcome."

He narrows his eyes at you, "What have you been up to? Why are you being so nice?"

You slowly back away, "Pfft, what are you talking about? I've done nothing wrong"

A hologram pops up and Miguel watches as the T-Rex bellows at Pavitr's retreating form, and his head whips to you.

"Bye! Love you!" you shriek and jump off the platform, disappearing as he tries to follow you.

With a start he realizes what you just said.

"I hate that kid." he groans and then notices that he's grinning like an idiot.

[dira333]

Choose yourself too - Itoshi Rin x Reader

Note: Soulmarks only appear after you pick/choose each other

requested by @shoulmate

"Do you have a soulmark?"

"I will not answer that."

Someone in the back of the room, someone groans.

His PR Manager rolls his eyes so hard they might get stuck that way but Rin hasn't made it this far in his career by being a people pleaser.

"With all due respect," the impertinent interviewer starts again, "Your relationship status has been vague at best for the last years. Your fans are longing for information and we feel that they deserve-"

"They deserve it?" Rin's looking at her now, hopes his eyes portray every single drop of hatred he feels for this woman. "Do you have a soulmark?"

"That's- That's private!" She rushes to defend herself.

"Ah, so you do understand that term? I will not answer that question and that's that. I'm here to play soccer not to answer questions about whether or not I'm still available. Which I'm not."

"I'm still single," Bachira pipes in from his left, directing all attention back to him. The tension in the room dissipates within moments of him chattering away.

-x-

"Long day?" You ask when he steps inside your shared apartment.

"You have no idea," Rin answers, letting his temple sink against your shoulder for a moment. He can feel himself recharge from touch alone.

"Watched your interview," you mumble, your breath moving the hairs in the nape of his neck. He shivers and your hand finds the spot, circling warm and safe over his exposed skin. You always know what he needs. He wishes he could say the same about himself.

From down the hallway, a gurgling sound alerts his attention.

"Go," you tell him, stepping aside to let him through, "Dinner's ready in ten."

-

"Hey little monster," he greets as he pushes the door fully open. His daughter's lying on her back, turquoise eyes locked on the mobile above her head, the little soccer balls dancing in the air. She waves her hands when he lifts her out of her bed and drools on his shirt with a confidence Isagi could only wish for.

"How are we feeling today?" Rin asks the little monster, chuckling when she almost hits him in the nose, "That great? Amazing. Mom's made dinner, you're hungry?"

She farts and he's quietly laughing now at her antics.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asks her quietly when she's managed to grasp his thumb, sucking on it as if she's hoping for milk.

I tickles a little where he can feel her first teeth coming out. It tingles when she gnaws on the tiny soulmark. He has only one. Yet.

-x-

His head is resting heavy in your lap, his daughter sleeping soundly on his chest.

It could be a perfect evening if not for his restless mind.

Rin lifts his left hand, looks at the tiny mark on his thumb. It's a monster, the same oddly shaped lump he would draw as a child. He knows it resembles his daughter because he knows he chose her. Ever since the day he knew she existed.

"Do you want me to check again?" You ask. Your voice is soft and he can hear your book close, can feel your hand find its way into his hair. "Maybe I missed it last time..."

"I'm sure you didn't." He says even though it hurts him. Because he chose you, years ago and every day since, has even the ring to prove it, yet there's no sign of the mark he longs for the most.

But you have one, oddly placed on your chest, just a little left of your heart, the color of his eyes.

"Rin," you whisper, leaning down to press a kiss against his temple, "I know you love me. I don't need a spot on your skin to prove it to me. Although I think it would only be fair if it appeared on your ass or something similarly pathetic."

He can feel his lips quirk up into a smile. That's the effect only you can have on him. And your daughter, but that's just genetics at play.

"Maybe," you hum, "You need to choose yourself too. Accept yourself for who you are."

-x-

It takes him one more year, a heavy loss and therapy, but Rin makes it.

He can look into the mirror now without hesitation, can look at his flaws and his strengths and say, as honest as he's ever been: "This is me. I like me the way I am. But I'm still improving. Just watch me."

"Boop," his daughter makes in the bathtub, pressing her finger against his abdomen. She laughs, mouth wide open. "Boop," she makes again.

He picks her up and cradles her against his chest, filled with warmth and happiness, especially when you fall into their laughter.

"Hey," you suddenly say, "Did you notice that?"

"Huh?" He asks, lowering the little monster back into the warm water. "What do you mean?"

"You've got a spot there." You point to where he'd just been booped.

There, in the color of your eyes, is a soulmark.

[milksnake-tea]

━━ homecoming.

He was always your favorite, ever since the day you'd found him. But you knew you couldn't keep him forever. One day, he would have to leave.

merman!blade x gn!reader

contains: fluff, hurt/comfort, a smudge of angst, blade is a little shit, reader is a scientist, potentially ooc blade, a hint of abandonment issues, making out (but nothing suggestive), not edited we die like jing liu, written before version 1.1

word count: 1.7k

a/n: posting this on the last day of mermay because ofc i am (im pst so shhh its not june yet). anyways merman blade is the most genius thing i have ever thought of no one will convince me otherwise

Your research facility was unlike any other in the world.

The hallways were enshrouded in darkness, with the only light sources being the illuminated tanks that lined the walls. They varied in size and shape, some cylindrical, others rectangular. Some tanks were lucky enough to have entire biomes in them, ranging from gorgeous coral reefs to murky kelp forests, and some had nothing in them at all. But what every tank had in common was an eerie glow of cyan that pulsated throughout their waters.

As you walked past the exhibits - your footsteps echoing loudly throughout the empty halls - your specimen began to unravel to life.

Electric eels sparked with lightning as you passed, and beside them, gigantic sea serpents hissed and coiled. Grindylows peeked from behind their forests, and jellyfish of all forms drifted aimlessly through their tanks. An eye the size of a soccer ball watched you from the largest exhibit of all, the giant squid thrilled to see its master.

This institute was home to mythology and biology alike, where fables rested alongside common knowledge. Here, in the middle of nowhere, with no land in sight, you were in the eye of the storm - vulnerable to the truths behind old sailors’ tales.

Despite this, you loved your job more than anything. These creatures that you studied, that you nurtured and raised, were like your children. Even the various hippocampi (who you didn’t have the heart to keep within your walls), were dear to you, and you to them.

Yes, there was the occasional sea monster that you had to shoot down. Yes, there were the occasional sirens who would try to lure you to your death. Most of the ocean’s creatures were dangerous, and well aware of it. Unfortunately, you were too smart and too stubborn to die.

A sharp tap on glass snapped you out of your thoughts. Smiling knowingly to yourself, you walked up to a cylindrical glass tank that spanned two stories tall, encircled by spiraling stairs.

“Hey, Blade. Missed me?” You greeted, placing a hand on the glass.

Out of all of the creatures that you held within your home, he was your favorite.

He really was a beauty. Gifted with a slender black tail, seared with a vicious red, the merman swayed gently in his tank, sleek, almost sharp fins flowing around him. Blackened scales gave way to fair skin, scarred with scratches and bites from previous battles. His hair billowed around him like a dark cloud, fading from black to a soft maroon.

You'd found Blade a few weeks ago, bleeding out in the coral reefs surrounding your little island of a facility. He’d likely gotten into a fight with other merpeople, as the more territorial ones tended to do. Even now, the wounds hadn’t completely healed, with bandages still wrapped around his abdomen.

Blade’s ever-cold face barely budged at your greeting. The second your hand met his tank, he backed away, swimming up towards the top of his tank - naturally expecting you to follow. You sighed, shaking your head knowingly.

By the time you had climbed the staircase to the top, Blade was already lounging on the stairs leading into his waters. His wet hair clung to his body as he watched you expectantly, his tail flicking small waves into motion. Sunlight cascaded over him from a glass ceiling, bathing him in a gentle light.

“You’re late.” His eyes never left your body as you neared him, eyeing you like a hungry predator.

You dropped your bag off some counter lining the walls. “I was dealing with the new shipments.”

“Oh? Am I finally getting some company?” Blade asked sarcastically, stretching like a cat in the warm sun. You don’t think it was an accident that he rolled over, shamelessly showing off his sculpted abdomen.

“Like I could just order a merman off the web,” you scoffed, sitting next to him and dipping your legs into the tank. “You’re just a special case.”

He didn’t respond to that, merely watches you with an emotion that you can’t quite pinpoint. Knowing him, it could be anything from warm affection to a mischievous desire to inconvenience you by the slightest amount. He was petty like that.

Briefly, his tail came to brush against your legs. You giggled at the action, the thin fins ticklish against your skin. A flicker of a smile flashed across Blade’s face, gone just as fast as it had appeared.

“How are your wounds?” you asked, your hand absentmindedly coming to pet his head. Where Blade would have bitten anyone else, the merman keened at the touch, closing his eyes briefly.

“Better.” His voice was barely above a whisper as you threaded your fingers through his wet hair.

“That’s good. No pain?”

“None,” he answered. As you removed your hand, for a moment, he chased it, before he met your teasing eyes and remembered himself. Coughing, he quickly turned away, refusing to meet your amused gaze.

“At this rate, you’ll be leaving sooner than expected,” you hummed. Blade’s eyes widened at your words, an unfamiliar pang hitting his chest. “I’m sure you’ve been missing your friends.”

Blade scoffed at the notion, rolling back onto his chest to stare at the floor. “Hardly.”

“Well,” you shrugged, kicking up some water. “At the very least, you’d miss the open waters.”

That, he couldn’t deny. But even still, the thought of finally leaving the facility had become foreign to him. Three weeks prior, he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to get out of this place, this tank. But now, he wasn’t so sure.

“Hey, chin up.” Your hand cupped his cheek, bringing him to look up at you. “It’s not like you’ll never see me again. You can always visit.”

He doubted that. Out in the ocean, he had little free time to himself. He would spend his days constantly on the run from various mermaid kingdoms and tribes, and if not that, he’d be hunting, searching for his next meal. He journeyed the seas without end. Blade was a vagrant, a wanderer without a home.

But here, perhaps…

His body moved without thinking. Pushing himself up onto his arms, he leaned over you, water droplets falling onto your shirt as he caged you between his arms. His gaze had become hazy, his eyes lidded. His breath shuddered in his chest as he pressed his forehead against yours, drinking in as much of you as he could.

Blade didn’t say much, but he didn’t have to. You heard his words loud and clear, without him needing to say a word.

Stay.

It was unclear who he was talking to, whether it be you or himself. There was a subtle desperation in the way his chest heaved as he breathed, breathless without a thief.

Your arms, your welcoming arms, wrapped around his shoulders like a warm blanket, bringing him in for an embrace. Immediately, he latched onto the opportunity, gripping onto you as though you’d disappear if he dared loosen his grip. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, forever engraving it into his memory.

If only he was human, he’d lament. If only he could walk the lands like you did. If only the two of you weren’t separated by land and sea. If only - his grip became just a little tighter - he could stay like this a little longer.

You stroke the back of his head gently, feeling Blade shiver at your touch. He wasn’t crying - you didn’t know if he even remembered how.

Deep inside, you wanted him to stay. You didn’t want to let him go. It was an ugly, selfish part of you that wanted to keep him for yourself. But you knew you couldn't keep him here. He had to return to the ocean, where he belonged.

He pulled away from you, yet still held onto your arms like a lifeline. You never thought you’d describe the stoic merman as desperate, but there was no other word that could properly depict the emotion swirling in his eyes.

Your hands came to cradle his face gently, unable to say a word. Blade’s breath hitched.

His lips barely parted as he spoke, his voice raspy and low.

“Forgive me.”

That was the only warning you got before he crashed his lips into yours.

His kiss was unlike any other you’ve had. Whereas your previous experiences were tender and romantic, this was hungry, raw, depraved. Blade kissed you with the fervor of a starving man, as though you would be his final meal. He was aggressive with his affections, practically clawing onto your shirt as he clutched you closer to him.

Your heart raced in your chest as you met his violent dance, parting your lips for a moment to allow him to slip in his tongue. You welcomed him in, firmly holding his face. Emotions swirled in you like the blurred voices of a crowd, overwhelming and satiating you at the same time.

To say that you were surprised by his actions would be a lie. You’ve known his feelings for a while now, and had plenty of time to accept yours. It was obvious, in the gentlest touches, in the way he could make you smile just by being around you.

You’ve avoided acknowledging these feelings for the longest time, and so did he.

When the two of you finally parted, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, the only thing you could do was watch. You studied Blade’s face, clearly now, for the first time. Your fingers traced around his jawline, admiring how his cheeks had become dyed with a pretty red. You swiped over his parted lips, still catching his breath from the kiss. Your thumb rubbed just underneath his eyes, brushing away the loose strands of hair from his face.

You’ve always known he was a beauty, but in this moment, he simply took your breath away.

Blade covered your hand in his, nuzzling into your palm. He softly pressed his lips to your inner wrist, a stark contrast from the kiss he’d just ravaged you with. He kept his eyes solely on you as he did this, trapping your gaze with his stare.

“I’m not leaving.”

“Huh?” You blinked, trying to snap yourself out of your daze. Blade smirked against your palm, swiping out his tongue and dragging it against your skin.

“Come, now,” he mused. “You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?”

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[lonelystarrs]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

Nagi Seishiro | Barou Shouei | Shidou Ryusei x FemReader

(Separately written)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • 🌶️ • smut • aged up mid twenties in soccer careers • established relationships • FemReader • public sex • boys are in love in own ways • fluff if you squint • suggested that Shidou share’s reader with sae •

♡ 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑒𝑖 ♡

He didn’t like it really, when he thought about it, it was always a straight up no.

But it was so fucking hard to say no when you were on your knees of that, what he considered, a dirty ass locker room floor in the position you were in…

his thick thighs either side of your ribs, his dauntingly big cock between your tits as you spat down onto it.

It was filthy, disgusting —you shouldn’t be in such a position outside of your shared, clean home. But his adrenaline after that winning game was coursing through his body and he still had energy pent up which is exactly why you were here. He wasn’t even able to make it home, and you’d apparently had something planned as well because that red lingerie set you had on was one he hadn’t seen before.

He watched his cock disappear into your tits over and over, the spit covered head glistened mixing with his pre making an acceptable mess on your chest. His hands were either side of your face, thumbs brushing over your cheek bones, his mouth ajar as he held eye contact with you looking up at him so fucking lovingly.

He was even damn drooling, his red eyes glassy as he almost looked like he was looking through you. He was pretty sure he looked lovestruck, but who was he kidding? How could he not be when he had this feisty, insatiable thing like you as his girl.

Your hands moving your tits up and down his dick, body curved and arched into him so you were as close as possible. Only you could make a tit job look bloody affectionate.

Was Barou in love with you?

Fucking smitten.

Gonna cum like this?

No.

“Throat ready?”

You nodded at him and he groaned, little love hearts practically forming in your eyes knowing how rough he was about to get. His hands moved, fingers threading through your hair and he laced them together at the back of your head.

Your hands braced on his thick thighs, short acrylics digging into his muscle and your lips pressed to the head of his cock.

“Warm yourself up first, I wanna see that throat bulging when you take it down, three taps when you’re at your limit, got it?”

He wasn’t expecting your next move, his head throwing back and he hissed, the thick head disappearing between your lips, only for you to slide him down your throat in one smooth motion.

“Damn it, you’re always so fucking rebellious, I told you to warm yo-hah- shit, fuck, fuck! Fine, you little brat-“

Barou pushed your head down, nose brushing up against the short stubbled hairs just growing back from his last shave. Arching his hips up at the same time he held you down for a few seconds and you still didn’t tap his thigh.

His cock flexed in your throat, your stubbornness spurring him because he loved brat taming you like this. So much so he felt pre crawling up his dick leaking through the slit, cock flexing on its own accord at the thought of it. Drool spilling down your chin as your tongue moved against his balls.

He gritted his teeth, sweat beading down the side of his face, loose strands of hair starting to stick to is as it began falling out of shape.

He felt you start to gag and he released you even though you didn’t tap, you inhaled air back into your lungs as you pulled back calmly, spit linked you both from tongue to dick.

“I said fucking tap didn’t I?”

“Taste so good though Sho,”

“So needy. I’ll say it one last time, tap three times I ain’t pulling back next time unless you do, S’gonna get rough so don’t get dumb over dick. I’m not carrying your unconscious ass outta here.”

“You will, you’d even bathe me and tuck me into bed~!”

Barou rolled his eyes at your sing song tone, sneering a ‘fucking dream on,’ at you knowing full well he would do those things, instead he pushed your head back to press the tip of his cock against your lips, pressuring you to let it slide through, he felt you laugh around his dick and a smirk twitched at his mouth.

Yeah, he damn well will be tucking your ass into bed later and he had the whole weekend with you after todays game.

♡ 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢 𝑅𝑦𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑖 ♡

“God damn this cunt is fucking made f’me,”

He slurred words behind you, thumb buried into your asshole hooking you to him whilst your pussy drooled over his dick.

Shidou wasn’t long, but god he was thick, the stretch was difficult in this position but he didn’t care, if anything you suffering was only spurring him on.

“Keep screamin’ I want the guys knowing you’re in here, ain’t this hot~?”

Shidou pushed his thumb in to the hilt, burying his cock in balls deep at the same time, pressing it as deep as he could go then flexing it inside you. He pressed you so tightly against the lockers it was hard to breathe. The gurgled moan you let out made him laugh, your body pushing forward to almost try relieve yourself of how forceful he was being.

“Girl, you’ll be the death of me.”

At this point you didn’t think Shidou could stop himself even if he wanted to, you didn’t know how he could fuck himself dumb by using your pussy like this but he had. His thrusts were sloppy, messy and out of rhythm but he kept bullying his cock into you like his life depended on it. He was drooling from both sides of his mouth, his other hand gripping your hair painfully as he pulled your head back to him.

Ass pressed up into his stomach as he fucked you from behind as deep as he could, your tits against the lockers, they rattled with every thrust of his hips, everytime his dick bullied you into the metal in front of you.

You had cum so much you were past the point of even feeling it now, the build up came and the release but it was all too much to feel the difference. Your legs were shaking struggling to bare any weight and you were pretty sure if Shidou stepped back you’d crumble to the floor.

“Sh-shi’ I can’t-”

“Hell, did you just feel my dick flex in you? Fuck that gets me off knowing you’re actually struggling! You’re shaking doll, even sound weak. Hilarious how good fuckin’ dick gets you pathetic like this.”

Of course you felt it, he fucking knew you did.

He didn’t know how much you understood what he felt for you though, his pupils forming into hearts when he fucked you like this. He thought about you day and night, obsessively. There was nothing healthy about it, the only contact you had was him & Sae. Both keeping you between them as some kind of pet to dump their toxic behaviour into.

Sae promised him a treat if he managed three goals today and Shidou scored 4. He just didn’t know the surprise would be you in the lockers by yourself wearing nothing but his jersey and thigh high socks to match.

“Babe, I want you to scream a thanks to Sae-chan~ I know he’s gonna be listening, he loves you too y’know ♪~!”

♡ 𝑁𝑎𝑔𝑖 𝑆𝑒𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜 ♡

Nagi Seishiro was always last out of the lockers because he moved with as much enthusiasm as a sloth climbing down its tree once a week to shit.

So nobody questioned where Nagi was during the celebration drinks after a successful game this afternoon, Reo however knew better than to go back in those lockers because he’d already seen you sneak by.

Nagi found his own little treasure and Reo wasn’t desperate enough to see what he knew was happening behind those doors. He’d walked in on it once and didn’t find the need to witness it again.

All he done was text Nagi telling him to not get locked in there again, the maintenance guy would be around by 7pm to lock up.

But it wasn’t exactly easy for Sei to pay attention to the time when his dick was buried down your throat, your tongue out and pressed against his balls as you drooled over him.

Once he felt the head of his dick pop past that tight ring in your throat, that tension released as he pushed past that limit he knew he was in for another deep throating session with you. He got so hard over how much you enjoyed gagging and choking on his cock, he was long and how you got it so far down your throat was impressive. He seen your throat bulge, your nose pressed to the short trimmed hairs above the base of his dick.

You loved it, he loved it —fuck he loved you.

He knew how much you enjoyed it because your other hand had lifted your skirt to bury fingers into yourself, palm rolling over your clit as you milked him dry. Getting off on choking by dick, your mouth and pussy drooled over it.

The little moans that vibrated down his cock, how your hips would roll to your fingers. You were relentless, desperate each time.

God you were pretty, eyes watering, hair messy from his hands burying and tightening it in his fingers because he needed to hold into something, he couldn’t keep still like this.

His hips lifting in short little thrusts so the head of his dick rubbed down your throat, driving him into over stimulation.

“S-shit pretty thing, feels s’good, keep goin’ ngh-“

He didn’t know how you managed to moan like that with his cock so far down your throat but it felt damn good when you did.

His hands threading through your hair, thumbs circling on your cheeks as you hollowed them and bobbed your head between deep throating.

His eyes almost rolled back into his sockets, hips unable to keep still as he fussed under you, he’d already cum once and you just wouldn’t stop letting him fuck your throat.

Cum and drool was spilling down your chin and neck, glistening down your chest into your cleavage.

It was sloppy, messy and so fucking hot.

His jaw was slack as he watched you with half hooded, glassy eyes, spit and cum leaking out the side of your mouth each time his dick moved past your lips.

You pulled back for air, mouth open and he could see the mess on your tongue, slick trailing from it to the head of his dick as drool coated it.

“You taste so good Sei, think you can cum again?”

“Yeah, wanna cum again pretty just put it back in-“ he was desperate —whining as he reached out for you, trying to guide you back with his hands in your hair, bucking his hips to the underside of his dick ran along your tongue that you held out for him.

“Please, pretty jus-“

“Alright Sei~ calm down.” You laughed whilst kissing the head of his dick, such a whiner when he wanted something but didn’t wanna work for it.

“Ah- s’no fair stop teasing it’s a pain- wanna cum again.”

God he was so spoilt, such a brat. You blame Reo for this, the man allowed this behaviour and even encouraged it in order for Nagi to rely on him more, often wondering if he were perhaps jealous it was you between Nagi’s thick thighs and not himself.

“You’re whining Sei,” you rolled your tongue around the head, dipping into the slit of his dick and he gave a shakey, deep exhale.

“What have a told you?”

“Hah- I-I was so close though, so mean.” He pouted down at you, brows frowning as he stared at his wet cock rock hard against his stomach.

“Well, if you wanna cum, why don’t you do something about it?”

He hummed in thought and looked up from his dick to you, the small, sly smile playing on your lips as you looked up at him.

So pretty, he always thought you were so damn pretty.

Even when you challenged him, even when you treated him like this to the point of getting frustrated and he hated that you could press his buttons to get what you wanted. He wasn’t an idiot, emotionally a little behind sure, but not an idiot —you knew how to play him and he was only human.

That cute, lazy look on his face switched, that doey half lidded look turned sharper and he patted his lap offering you to straddle him.

You stood and slid your panties off kicking them off to the side.

“I like this-“ Nagi’s large hands cupped the back of your thighs, fingers playing on the trim of the thigh high socks you had on with a short skirt, trainers to match and a white shirt that had too many buttons undone to be innocently worn.

You looked like a modern, styled up version of a school girl.

“Yeah? I thought you would~!”

He pulled you forward so your knees now fell on the benches he was sat on, hands squeezing the backs of your thighs. You reached between you both and traced a finger down the underside of his cock before wrapping a hand around the base and lining the head up with your pussy.

“This how you wanna cum, Sei?”

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Fiesty (Blue Lock)

Heyo everyone! It's come to my attention that despite loving these boys very much, I have yet to write anything with Kunigami and Isagi. I am ashamed, and shall repent by bringing you this fic of the boys being dorks together :D I hope you like it!

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“Whoops, my bad!” Kunigami called out as his shirt flew, landing on Isagi’s face.

Normally Isagi would brush it off with a “It’s cool, man” or something to that nature, maybe even bring it back to the self-proclaimed hero.

Today though: today he was feeling a bit feisty. So much so he balled up Kunigami’s shirt and slugged it as hard as he could towards the back of his head.

The effect was anticlimactic. The shirt unfurled halfway there. What was supposed to be a satisfying whack turned into it haphazardly landing on Kunigami’s own face, briefly blinding him.

Silence. The two boys just kinda sat there as they let what just happened sink in. Slowly, Kunigami pulled it off, turning to look at Isagi with raised brows. The brunette stiffened- an apology on his lips.

Then that feistiness came back and he opted to square his shoulders, raising his chin with a mild glare. No words though- just a glare. The silence stretched.

“...Do you wanna fight?” Kunigami blinked- his tone lacking any anger despite the words. If anything, he sounded more amused. Isagi felt his temper flair some as he glared harder- hoping the shape of his mouth was a tight lipped frown and not a pout. “Is that what we’re doing right now?”

“Y-Yeah! We’re fighting!” Isagi finally spoke, puffing up. “Let’s go, you and me! Right here, right now!”

Kunigami stared at him, unreadable. Then he grinned, standing up and rolling out his arms. “Alright. A fight it is.”

Isagi pulled up further, readying himself. It was also at this moment he realized he had no idea how to fight. He had never been in one before- he’d only seen the kids at his school get into them, and even then he stayed out of it.

Kunigami closed the gap while he realized this, and after looking into the ginger’s eyes, he realized this wasn’t the kind of fight he expected at all.

“Wait- wait I take it back! I take it ba-ahhahaack!” Isagi went to run, but Kunigami had him by the collar, pulling him into his chest. Seconds later, fingers were flying up and down his sides, making him yelp and kick. “Kuhuhuuhuhunighahahahahahmi!”

“Come on, Isagi- you don’t run from a fight you initiated!” The older boy chided gently, pulling up an arm with one hand and pinching up his ribs with the other. “That makes you look weak! When you challenge someone to a fight, you have to be prepared to go all out!”

“Buhuhuhut I dohohohon’t wahhahahanahaha fiihihihght no mohohohore!” Isagi cried through his giggles, clawing at the hand stubbornly attached to his mid-set ribs. “Iihihihih’m ahahahhall abohohohout thahahaht phahahahahcefihihihist lihihihife nohohohw!”

“Pfft- yeah, says the guy who’s not afraid to get physical on the soccer field.” Kunigami laughed good naturedly, daring to drop a hand to Isagi’s lower ribs just to hear him scream. “Where’s all that edge? That fiest? That zest of life you had five minutes ago?”

“Whahahaht the hehehehehell ahahahre yhohohohou gohohohoing on abohohohout?” Isagi snorted through his laughter, legs growing weak with each squeeze to that terrible spot. He tried to rip himself away, but a quick tug and sweep left him flat on his ass, trapped within a leg grip as Kunigami dug into his belly. “AHehahahahahahah noohoohohoho!”

“Eh, a bunch of words I heard Gagamaru say when describing dumplings. I think their lyrics to a song? You know his odd taste in music.” The hero snickered as he dug both hands in, leaving no spot on Isagi’s belly untouched as the brunette writhed about. “Hey, you’re always humming those silly anime tunes of yours- why not sing me something? Anything! Then I’ll let you win this fight.”

“LIHIHIHKE HEHEHHELL! GEHAHHAHAHHA!” Isagi all but howled at the tickles, cheeks on fire and starting to hurt from how much he was smiling. “I CHAHAHAN’T SIIIHHING FOR SHIHIHIHIHIIHIHI-EHEHEHE!”

“Who can? Well- he can.” Kunigami hummed as he moved his hands to Isagi’s armpits, making him nearly croak from silent mirth. “Well, I guess I can count this squawking of yours as music. It’s a new version of screamo, yeah?” He finally let him be, pulling his hands back and gently patting Isagi between the shoulderblades as Isagi gasped for air. “There- still want to fight?”

“Gehahah…ahahah…yohoohu’re an ahahaass.” Isagi groaned, jerking with a giggle when Kunigami pinched his sides. “Yoohohu started it- the whole fight thing!”

“I did? Oh- wait, yeah I did.” Kunigami released him fully, pulling back as Isagi turned to face him. “Sorry- I didn’t know anyone else was in the room. I should be more mindful.”

“Pfft- it’s fine, really. I don’t know what got into me.” Isagi smiled, lightly kicking him in the shin. “I threw it back pretty hard, so I’m no better.”

“That was hard?” Kunigami asked- followed quickly with them saying in unison “That’s what she said”. Isagi cackled, delighted, and Kunigami wheezed. Laughing like children on the locker room floor, they carried on changing into sweats before making their way to the main room, still laughing.

“What’s got you so giggly?” Chigiri asked, unable to fight off a grin as Kunigami sat beside him. “Bit by the tickle bug or something?”

Isagi blushed a few feet away as Kunigami laughed more. Shaking his head, he turned to Bachira- finding the other curled up half asleep against both his and Isagi’s futons. “Scoot over some.”

“Cuddles if I do?” Bachira pouted up at him, sprawling out further. Isagi snorted, nodding as he gently moved him, fitting perfectly into Bachira’s arms.

“Always.”

Thanks for reading!

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could you do joel and younger gf/wife (like in her early/mid twenties) and some young guy hits on her while they’re together in like one of sarah’s soccer games or soemthing and joel gets all jealous and insecure

Only You, Only Me

a/n – <3 thank you for the request, I hope you and everyone else enjoys this ˙ᵕ˙ also: having to call football soccer in this fic hurt my European heart haha😭 pre-outbreak!joel was a softy, you cannot convince me otherwise

pairing – pre-outbreak!joel miller x female!reader

warnings – slight jealousy and insecurities, but besides that A LOT of fluff ˙ᵕ˙, a quick mention of sex

word count – 7.1k

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You had sprinted half the way from the bus stop to the soccer field, running the other half, only coming to a stop when you finally reached the entrance. The dress you had chosen to wear had started turning into a slight regret as you had to hold it down from flashing everyone behind you, but the weather didn't let you wear anything below knee height.

With a few more steps forward, greeting the people by the footstalls and other parents with smiles, you finally found yourself right in front of the field, your eyes immediately raking over the space, trying to find the set of bouncy chocolate curls you knew all too well. Sarah was quick to find, making the smile on your face widen instantly as you watched her sprint towards the ball rolling over the grass. You could watch her in her element every free minute of your life. Even though she wasn't right next to you, you could hear her giggles as they had engraved themselves into your brain.

For a second, you directed your attention toward the far back on the right, where your partner's usual seat was, only to find him another second later. A handsome face like his just stands out from the crowd. You grinned to yourself once you noticed he hadn't caught onto your arrival yet, getting to see his perfectly shaped side profile as he watched his daughter and her team hopefully win on another sunny day.

With a grin decorating your face, you almost skipped over to your boyfriend who was sitting on one of the benches at the lowest height, while the other parents had occupied the higher seats on the platform. Passing one grandstand and walking along the length of the entire field before you'd reach the one Joel was sitting on. Too focused on what was going on right in front of his eyes, he didn't even notice your figure coming closer and closer. It was only when you had almost sat down, and your perfume reached his nose that he turned his head to the side.

"Well, look who's finally here," he greeted you with a smile, opening his left arm to welcome you into the space right next to him. 

"Finally? You know damn well I rushed out of my class to be here on time." With a roll of your eyes and a slight chuckle, you joined him on the bench, sliding into his arm swiftly. Sadly, as the new college year had just started, your work as a TA was more asked than ever. Multiple students had enrolled in your tutoring sessions - many more than you expected, explaining why you had to create an extra class for this Saturday, not finding any other available spots during the week. That's why you had been slightly late to the usual Saturday game that you would usually always attend hand-in-hand with Joel.

With a quick peck on the lips after a mumble of, "I know, I know," by your partner, the welcome wagon was finished, and your focus was back on the field. Joel's hand had quickly found its comfort spot on your thigh.

"What's the score?" You asked him, setting down the bag you had carried on your left shoulder.

A proud grin made his lips curl up. "1 to 0. Sarah assisted the first goal."

With a nod, you copied his facial expression. "Well done," you spoke quietly, eyes trained on the girl ahead of you. 

"How were the kids?" To anybody else, his question would let one believe that you worked in a kindergarten or primary school, not at a college where the students were barely a few years younger than you. But you knew what he meant. It still made you chuckle.

Your hands found his, running your softer fingers over his dry knuckles. You always told him to start using hand cream since his work forced him to use his hands so much, and yet he never did.

"Surprisingly motivated, not gonna lie. For a Saturday. I expected like no motivation, no raised hands, no answers or questions, or anything really. But they were really up on everything and seemed genuinely interested," you explained to him.

Joel couldn't help but chuckle, taking your hand into his much bigger one, and turning his head slightly towards you. "Well, if I had a hot TA that turned up in summer dresses to class, I'd also be motivated to go on a Saturday." His comment caught your attention as you grinned shyly at him, pressing your lips together.

"Wow," you nodded along. "Thanks for telling me they only want to be there because of my looks and not because I'm a good TA, and they can actually understand the material better thanks to me." Adding a joking scoff at the end, getting a chuckle from him in return.

His hand came up to brush over your hair, "I would never doubt your ability as a TA. I know you're the smartest person I've ever come across.", He pulled you in so he could place a kiss on your temple, whispering into your ear, "But I just wanted to make sure you know how beautiful you look."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you straightened the hem of your dress. "I think you showed me that today already in the bathroom, huh?" Grinning teasingly at him as you reminded him of his inability of holding himself back when it came to certain outfits you'd wear - one of them being dresses, specifically summer dresses. The inability, that had made you almost late for class today as he just had to take you in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, bent over the sink, interrupting you as you tried to get ready and look presentable for the day. You weren't complaining though. You'd never complain.

A smug smile made its way onto his lips as his fingers dug back into the flesh of your thighs, the grip almost surprising you.

"And I'd gladly show you again later, darlin'." His remark earned him a slap on the upper arm as you told him to focus back on his daughter's competition, the smiles not leaving either one of your faces.

Thanks to all the running, you noticed your throat had started to run dry, and you were in a very sudden but desperate urge to find something to drink. Glancing around the seat, you tried to find out if Joel had gotten himself something, only to your dismay to find absolutely nothing.

You got his attention with a quick slap to his upper leg, "I'm gonna go get something to drink, do you want anything?"

Without hesitation, your partner reached with his right hand into the back pocket of his jeans. "Should I go?" 

But you declined his offer, "No, no, it's fine, I'll be quick. Do you want something?"

He handed you over his wallet as he shook his head. "No, I'm good, thank you." Squeezing your thigh one last time before letting you stand up. Once your frame left the seating area, he noticed your bag laying on the bench and pulled it in closer, setting it down on his right side to keep an eye on it.

While you were making your way a little further back to where you had come from, the echoes of shouting and clapping became quieter and quieter with each step, making you turn around every now and then to make sure you wouldn't miss anything important.

You waltzed up to the woman in the snack truck and ordered two water bottles, knowing Joel would eventually want something to drink as well and Sarah still had hers in her backpack. As you waited for her to get them, the sound of a whistle ringing over the field reached your ear, indicating that the first half of the match was finished and they'd have a break now. Perfect timing.

You paid, thanked her one more time, and left to go back to your seat, getting a glimpse of the group of girls by the side of the field getting a speech of motivation before breaching out to find each of their parents to spend the break with. As you had your head down, remembering the slightly uneven side of the field where you were walking, you didn't catch the figure taking a few steps back. Not until you walked right into them. You immediately started to apologize and looked up, only to find Sarah's coach looking down at you, his hand on your upper arms as if he was afraid you'd trip.

"Oh, I- sorry, sorry I didn't look where I was going," you stumbled over your words, slightly embarrassed by what had happened.

The blonde man shook his head, a million-dollar smile wide on his face. "No, don't worry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have walked backwards, I don't know what I was thinking." His hands were still very evidently on your skin.

You chuckled, "What? Why were you walking backwards?"

He just shrugged, "I don't even know anymore." Laughing along with his comment. "Ben, by the way. Ben Miller." He dropped his hands, only to reach out with his right one for you to accept. Of course, you knew who he was. Sarah had been going to the training sessions of this team for a good year now, and the day she came home, beaming from ear to ear, talking all about how much fun her coach was, you knew they had found the perfect team for the little girl. You remembered her telling you all about the coincidence of meeting someone else with the same last name as her. Neither Joel nor you had the heart to tell her how common their last name had been in the US.

"Oh, yeah, I know," you let your palms touch, shaking his hand as you introduced yourself, holding on to the water bottles with your left arm, already feeling the condensation wetting the material of your dress.

"So," Ben cleared his throat. "You're Sarah's sister, right?"

His question almost made you choke on air. You knew you weren't the same age as most of the parents here, and the age gap between you and Joel had been a big subject to literally everyone but the two of you, but you had never gotten mistaken for that.

"Sister?! No, no, no," you quickly stopped him, trying to play off the continuous embarrassment with more laughter.

While you continued your conversation with the coach, hoping to leave a good impression as the woman taking care of Sarah and loving her father, the duo was in their own little world.

The youngest Miller skipped over to where Joel was now standing up, her backpack tucked underneath his seat as he held out her water bottle.

"Daddy, daddy, did you see? Did you see me?" The excitement was radiating off her, making the father smile brightly as his daughter ran into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Yes, baby girl, I saw you," he petted the top of her hair, noticing the few strands that had fallen out of her ponytail. "You wanna redo your hair?"

Sarah jumped back, "No!" Touching her head.

"No?" Joel repeated.

"My hair is okay," she assured him with a hand sign she cutely formed, making him chuckle and nod as he sat back down, finally handing her over the bottle so she could down the cold water.

"Did you see Y/N arrive?" He asked her, wanting to make sure she was aware of the fact that you didn't dare to miss out on her match.

Sarah smiled brightly and started nodding her head up and down quickly. "And she's talking to coach Ben."

"No, she went to go get some water. It's hot, you know? You need to stay hydrated," he made sure to add a little anecdote as he straightened out the small jersey she was wearing.

But the little girl shook her head as she pointed straight forward to the right. "No, she's talking to Coach Ben right now." Joel's ears perked up. His head snapped towards the direction, his eyes immediately finding your figure, only half covered by the frame of the man in front of you. He couldn't read lips, so God knows what the two of you were talking about, but he didn't need to know. Your bright smile and clear giggles didn't need a translation.

Joel wasn't a stranger to jealousy. I mean, how could he. You were beautiful, inside and out, incredibly smart - he knew he was the luckiest man alive to be able to call you his. He never missed the glances you'd get from each man passing you on the street or the ogling eyes from one of Tommy's friends. Even back when the two of you met, he had wondered what a young and pretty girl was doing sitting there with him, only talking to him, glancing directly into his eyes when you could have had the attention of at least four other men at the table. He had considered himself the luckiest guy in the world back then and still did. But he also knew what you were worth. And he was very well aware that, partially, he couldn't give you that. Even though, the reassuring sound of your voice, sweet like honey words falling from your lips were still marked on him, letting him know just how much you adored him, every part of his body, face, and personality, he still couldn't get, who in his past life he must've saved to deserve an angel like you now by his side.

Joel tried to keep his cool as best as he could. Tried to look past your crossed legs as you looked up at the other man, slightly hunching over, covering your mouth as you laughed at something he said. He couldn't have been that funny...

Ben was a good-looking man. Young, fit, and definitely a feast for the eyes. Every man would get jealous watching him talk to their other half. Right?... What could be oh-so-interesting coming from some blonde-frat-boy-looking guy that you'd grin at him like that?

He reminded himself once again... You were his. But then... Ben was exactly that type of guy strangers would expect you to be with. Not some older dude like him. Tommy loved reminding him of that. He could recall every double take people had to do when glancing at the two of you. Every eye up-down he got from women - the judgement just screaming from the look on their faces. It never seemed to bother you though. If anything, it would only make you hold on tighter to his arm or give his cheek an extra kiss. Almost as if you were jealous at every look he'd get from another woman that was a second too long for your liking. He could almost laugh at that thought. You had absolutely no reason to be jealous. There would be nobody ever to compare to you. Joel, on the other hand, had every reason to envy other guys staring at you. Because while you were all of that, he was just Joel.

The voice of his daughter got him back into the present.

"Dad!" She pushed her water bottle into his chest, catching him off guard. "Why don't you say hi to Coach Ben?"

"I already said hi to him when I came here, babygirl," he explained monotone, tucking the bottle back into the backpack before storing it under the bench again. Sarah didn't need to know the bad feeling he had gotten from the blonde man right from the start. Something was just... not right. The moment Tommy mentioned liking him and thinking about inviting him for drinks after he had picked up his niece from training one day, Joel knew he wasn't to trust. If Tommy liked someone, he immediately knew they'd be bad news. God, if Tommy wasn't his brother, he wouldn't even trust him.

"Hi, Y/N!" The youngest Miller suddenly jolted up and ran over to where you were now coming closer to the both of them.

You were quick to kneel down, opening your arms wide to welcome the little girl as she wrapped her small arms around your neck, pulling you in tightly, so your cheeks were squished together - something she had been doing to you for quite a while now.

You greeted her just as ecstatically, letting go so the two of you could continue your journey back to her father together while you kept asking her about the match.

"You're not tired yet, sweetie?" You wondered, settling back down next to Joel.

Sarah shook her head with a giggle, "No, that's why we practice, Y/N." She reminded you, making you chuckle.

"Right, right." You smiled before wanting to hand Joel one of the water bottles, but he pushed it back.

"I don't need it."

You rolled your eyes, "Just take it, I know you'll want it later." With a huff he accepted. You decided to ignore the slight sudden change in demeanour, brushing it off as your mind playing tricks on you.

Before the three of you could get into a full conversation again, the sound of the whistle hit your ear, letting you know the break was over. Sarah jumped up, kissing both you and her father on the cheek before running back onto the field, into the group of girls that were surrounding the coach again.

Joel knew better than to start a fight right now. He didn't want to know about what had gotten you so giddily while talking to Ben only a few feet away from him. But he couldn't fully push down the anger that had started to rumble up his body, making him turn quiet.

If only you didn't have to bring it up.

"You know," you started after having taken a sip from your water bottle. "Ben kinda reminds me of Tommy. Are you sure you guys aren't related?" Even though he knew it was supposed to be a joke, the scoff just tumbled from his lips as he sighed,

"God, fuck, I hope not."

You chuckled, not realising how much truth was in his comment. "Yeah, you already got your hands full with one troubled Miller." Placing a hand on his back, only then noticing the slight tension his body held. "He said Sarah's been doing really well, and she might even be able to go up a league next year. That would be cool, huh?" You glanced over at him, but Joel kept his eye on the field, watching his daughter race from one end to the other, the ball right by her feet.

"Mm," he grunted. "What else did he say that got you to giggle like a schoolgirl?"

You scoffed with a chuckle, "What? I didn't giggle like a schoolgirl." Noticing he wasn't grinning like you expected him to, meaning he wasn't teasing you. You scrunched your eyebrows. "What's gotten you so grumpy, old man?"

Every other day, this would've gotten you a snort from him return before he'd start tickling the soul out of you or would attack your neck in kisses, continuously teasing you for calling him that, knowing that the age gap between the two of you was something you'd like to play with every now and then, giving you a slight kick. Why, was still a mystery to Joel because he found himself anything but attractive with each passing year. Whatever you saw in him was now even more confusing to him than ever before.

His eyes fell down to where your hand had found its way to his thigh, covering it with his warm palm, petting it once before he took it, only to drop it back into your lap, mumbling a quick,

"Nothin', don't worry 'bout it." Before his attention was back on the game ahead of you.

Alright... you thought, weird, but... alright. You realised, there was definitely something going on in that head of his, but also knew that the Saturday match of his daughter was not the place to discuss it. You'd wait until you were back home.

-

The two of you spent the rest of the game in silence, proudly shouting and clapping for Sarah when she missed the goal by just an inch, hyping her up, hoping to motivate her to keep going. The car ride was filled with the youngest Miller's rambling about the match and the team they played against as well as the homework she'd need help with once they got home.

Before you left the field, Joel definitely didn't miss the smug nod Ben sent you before he disappeared as well, making him roll his eyes as you just waved, telling Sarah to do the same as he pushed you forward with a gentle hand on your lower back, making sure that it was low enough to send a quick non-verbal message to the young Coach.

At home, Joel decided to get started with the dishes while you helped Sarah with her Math homework, knowing you'd be much more of a help, thanks to your education and line of work than he'd ever be. Time passed thankfully quite quickly, and after making sure the little one got a good dinner, you sent her up to shower off the dirt and sweat from the hot day.

All while the older Miller was in the kitchen, scrubbing every single dish in fury, knowing how ridiculous others would find him if they could take a look inside his brain. He was so done with it. 

The disgustingly smug face of that coach kept showing up in front of his eyes, reminding him of just how pathetic he felt. He wasn't even mad at you. Or was he? God, not even he himself knew, what was making him react like this. Just the mere thought of any other man by your side made his blood boil. It had happened in the past. His primal instincts would just take over - he wasn't necessarily proud of it, but it was just the person he was.

Joel just couldn't get it out of his head. It wasn't the first time you had talked to a younger good-looking man, and it most definitely wouldn't be the last. He wasn't 12 anymore, he knew people, no matter the gender, would want to get along with each other. You even had to deal with people around your age every single day at work. Suddenly, that thought got him even more unweary. He tried to shake it off quickly.

Each day you'd come home to him, exhausted and complaining about some of your students. Never about the professor you worked for. It was always the students, specifically male students. Guys your age. The way you'd whine about their lack of motivation and focus would make you fall onto the couch, right into Joel's comforting embrace as he tried to calm you down, talking down on those exact guys, reminding you of the fact that college stuff was the last thing on a guys' mind during that age. It always made you groan. Each time. It would make him proud, now to think of it. Proud that rather than expressing your admiration for someone your age, you'd complain about their childishness, reminding him how grateful you were to have found him - a man, not a guy. But you talking to Ben seemed like anything but burdensome to you. It looked too natural for Joel's liking. But he knew to trust you, having had multiple conversations with you about the future. But even then...

He caught himself drifting off, snapping back into the presence quickly. Joel was already starting to dart way too low, reaching a level of dark thoughts he'd much rather not have. The two of you were a melodic couple. A couple that spoke to each other freely, he reminded himself. You always assured each other that nothing should be left unsaid and getting everything out is better than keeping everything in, no matter how embarrassing or pathetic it might be because there are no such things in a relationship. He remembered a conversation you had once dropped during a cuddle session on the couch. For some reason, it stuck with him:

-

"You know, Barbs broke up with her boyfriend." You suddenly threw in the room.

Joel raised an eyebrow, quickly having to remind himself that Barbs was one of your girlfriends that you had met up with for a Brunch date with the rest of your friend group.

"Why?" You knew he could probably care less about it, but he still wondered. If only you knew how much he actually just enjoyed listening to you talk.

You sat up from your half-lying position where your head had rested on his shoulder. Waiting until he had turned his head from the TV, he found your serious glance on him.

"Because she hasn't come even once during sex in the four months they've been together."

Joel took a deep breath, his eyebrows scrunched together. "Shit... poor guy."

"Poor guy?!" You exclaimed, hitting his chest, and making him flinch slightly. "Poor her! She's always had to finish herself off in the bathroom."

"Honey," he sighed, "I don't think you should tell me all that much about your friends." Joel would never complain about you sharing your life with him, but some information about your girlfriends should possibly stay between girls.

"No, you should know about this," you complained back, making him look at you with raised eyebrows.

"Oh? You tryna tell me something here, darlin'?"

His question made you giggle as you shoved him slightly, giving him the opportunity to hold onto your arm to pull you back into him.

"Please," you rolled your eyes, "You'd know if I was faking it."

"Yeah, I know," he mumbled into your hair as he placed multiple kisses all along your hairline. He laid your head onto his lap, your gaze up at him as he looked down at you, the palm of his running up down the side of your torso.

"But like... I asked her why she didn't just, you know, talk to him about it. They were so perfect for each other in every other way, and I'm pretty sure that could've gotten fixed too. I mean, there's hardly anything that can't get fixed, and I know I wasn't present for like every second of their relationship, but I don't know. Anyways-" Joel chuckled at your rambling. "I asked her, and all of my friends turned to me and looked at me like I... just told them, I don't know- the only reason I have five toes on my left foot was because I ate the sixth one when I was a kid."

"Darlin'," Joel laughed at your comment. Your way with words would never bore him.

"What?" You chuckled back at him. "I'm serious. They looked at me so weirdly." He let you continue, his hand now comfortable on your stomach as your fingers found his to play with. "But they all understood her. They said that instead of talking to their partners about that, they'd much rather just end it."

The oldest Miller shrugged, "Yeah, but I mean if it's uncomfortable for them."

"But it shouldn't be," you argued. "Right?" You waited for him to lower his gaze. "I thought in a relationship you shouldn't feel awkward to talk about anything. I wouldn't want you to hold back on talking to me about something just because you think it's ridiculous or whatever."

"You'd want me to tell you that I haven't come in the time we've been together?" You nodded along to his question. "You don't think that would make you feel weird?" You shook your head.

"I mean," a quick thought shut you up for a second before continuing. "The thing is, I'd question why you wouldn't have talked to me about it earlier, but... I'd still want to solve that problem together, you know?" You waited for a nod coming from him, but he only tilted his head slightly. "I don't think there should be anything you'd keep from your partner. If you're in a relationship, you're already sharing so much with each other, like, you're literally giving over your body to trust another person with it, but then you don't want to talk about stuff like that? I don't know, seems weird to me."

His knuckles came up to brush over your cheek. "You get shy when I talk about what I want to do with you as soon as I get my hands on you too though." 

You couldn't help but to grin. "Because you tease!" Getting a hold of his hand, you tried to push it away from you with a giggle. "That's different," you argued. "But if you have something that's bothering you or something and you think it's ridiculous or whatever, and that's the reason why you don't want to talk to me about it... I don't like that," you shrugged, making your point.

Joel nodded, a slight smirk still on his lips. "Alright, I promise, I'll let you know once you stop making me come, okay?" 

You jumped up with a laugh, slapping him once again. "Can you be serious for once?! You idiot!" Giggling as he tried to dodge your hits only to pull you in closer again, not wanting to be apart from your body for even a second. You groaned jokingly, "Ugh, I hate you sometimes."

"I know," he looked at your lovingly, throwing you back onto the couch, hovering above you as he pinned down your arms, "I love you too." Leaning down to kiss you.

-

With a huff, he dropped the now wet washcloth onto the counter, ready to make his way upstairs, knowing you were most likely already getting ready for bed as well.

Even though your conversation back then was filled with laughter and banter, he understood the seriousness of it. You wanted this relationship to work, just as much as he did. And the only way to make that happen was through talking. As much as Joel hated it, hated using his words, never knowing what the right thing to say would be, he knew he had to jump over his ego this time. With grunts, he moved up the stairs, hearing the shower in the master bathroom being turned off right when he entered your shared bedroom. He pulled up his shirt, throwing it into the basket in the corner, a purchase you had made once you moved in.

You opened the bathroom door, letting the steam escape as you turned to the mirror, wiping it down before you got ready for your skincare routine. Joel knew, if he shied away from the conversation any longer, he'd never get to it. So, it was now or never.

Taking step after step until he reached the door frame to lean on, he could feel his heart almost up to his neck, swallowing hard. You saw his figure coming closer from the corner of your eye as you applied your serum, turning your head once he came to a stop.

"You okay?" You wondered once again, hoping to maybe get an answer in return this time around.

He didn't even dare to look into your eyes, finding the floor much more interesting. Joel took a deep breath. He crossed his arms and lifted his head to look straight ahead into the wall, past you.

"You ever think about dating someone younger?" He rushed over his words, hoping to get this over as quickly as possible. You stopped mid-movement at the sudden question being thrown into the room. With confusion written all over your face, you turned to the right, his body still resting against the doorframe.

"What?" Was all you could let out. You understood the question acoustically, yet hoped to have misheard it still.

With a sigh, he started again, "Do- ugh, you know what? Forget it." He blurred it out just as quickly, his back facing you right away as he moved back into the bedroom, walking towards the drawer to get boxers for the night.

"Joel," you were quick to rush after him, "What did you just ask me?"

"Nothing, forget about it," he shrugged it off, looking around the drawer. Before he could even put his hand inside it, you closed it, positioning yourself between the piece of furniture and him.

"Why did you just ask me that?" Your concerned voice tugged at his heart. You were too good for him. 

You understood that Joel could possibly be insecure, just as much as anyone else was allowed to be, just like you were too sometimes. But you never expected such a question to come from him.

Joel placed both of his hands on top of your head to push it down slightly, placing a loving kiss on top of your hair.

"Nothin'. It doesn't matter, it's stupid." With a sigh, he walked over to the bed, sitting down on his side, his back once again turned towards you.

"Joel," you were definitely just going to let this slide, "You know exactly what I think of that 'it's stupid' shit."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his hands brushed over his face, a soft groan tumbling from his lips. "Yeah," he groaned, "I know, trust me. You have no idea how long I've been debating over asking you that shit."

That's when the switch in your head flicked. "Is that why you've been so quiet?" He only nodded.

With a sad sigh, you rounded the corner, coming to a halt in front of his hunched-over figure.

"What's got you thinking about something like that all of a sudden?" With another step forward, you were right in between his legs as he almost automatically let his hands drop to let you come closer, your fingers brushing through his hair. 

"It's a stupid question-"

You immediately shushed him by placing your hand over his mouth. "There are no stupid questions. You know that."

A slight grin crept up on his face as you lowered your hand again. "You really are a teacher, huh?" You tilted your head with a smirk you tried to hold back, not wanting to let go of the seriousness of the conversation.

"Come on," you petted his cheek, "Tell me." His hands found their way to your hips, riding up underneath his shirt you had decided to put on for the evening, pulling you in just a little bit closer.

With another deep breath in, Joel glanced to the side, trying to think about the right words, but his head was too occupied to think about that right now. "That stupid Ben fucker, I swear to God..." he cursed as he mumbled, making you almost unable to hear him clearly. But you still caught it, thanks to the silence in the room.

"Ben? Ben Miller? Sarah's coach?" You pushed his face to make him look up at you. "What did he say to you?"

He shook his head, taking your hands off his cheeks to hold onto them, kissing your knuckles. "No, no he didn't say anything."

"Then wh-"

"I saw you two talking together. Well, Sarah saw you first, but then I looked over too," he started explaining, still avoiding your eyes while you kept your gaze on him. "And, I don't know, something in me just snapped, I guess... watching him talk to you... just... yeah..."

"You don't like him?" You carefully asked, unsure if he was finished with his statement.

Joel shook his head, "Not really."

You nodded along, "Good. That makes two of us." His head snapped up at your comments.

"What?" You just nodded again.

"He's pathetic, it's... like, I know we shouldn't judge people, but God..."

Joel's eyebrows scrunched in confusion, "Then why were you laughing so much with him?"

"Because I wanted him to like me."

"Why's that so important to you?"

"Because of Sarah!" You explained, "She really likes him, and I want to leave a good impression on him because I don't want him to maybe treat her differently or whatever just because I wasn't nice to him. I- what, did you think I was flirting with him?"

The oldest Miller stayed quiet. Sometimes no answer is also an answer. And this time it was answer enough for you.

"Joel!" You whined out.

"What?" He looked up at you as you took a step back. "Look at you. You tryna tell me he wouldn't be tryin' something on a beautiful woman like you. You deserve someone like him!"

"Someone like him?"

"Someone young. And good-looking. And Jesus, I don't even wanna know what else," he threw his right hand up in frustration.

"Joel..."

"Look," he stopped you. "I understand it, okay? I don't believe you'd do something like that," he assured you before pointing to his head, "But the guys up here don't get it."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, slightly concerned, "What?"

He shook his head with a groan, "I don't know..." Joel just couldn't find the right words. He would never accuse you of cheating or leaving him just like that, he got that. But... there was just something...

For a second, the two of you decided to stay silent. But you couldn't bear watching your boyfriend, your life partner, on the bed, sitting in frustration.

"Joel," you started again, taking that one step closer to be in between his legs again, making him look up. "Why would I want a dude in his early twenties that works at a gym just so he can use their stuff for free and brags about having a lonely huge ass apartment, and the only reason he's the coach of a girl's soccer team is because his dad forces him to, otherwise he'd stop paying his rent."

Joel glanced at you bedazzled. Gazing up at you as you returned to raking your fingers through his hair while his hands held onto your outer thighs.

"What?"

You nodded, your lips pressed into a tight line. "That's Ben Miller."

Another wave of silence washed over the two of you before you decided to go one step further.

"Why would I want someone like that when I have a trustful man that is mature, incredibly handsome, one of the funniest people I've ever met, who makes me feel like I might truly be the most beautiful woman he has ever seen." You lowered yourself, placing a knee on each side of him to take a seat in his lap, your fingers never leaving his dark curls. "Who is the most amazing father to a wonderful little girl, has a good job, a house, a well-planned future, who knows how to treat women with respect, who I know would never hurt me in any way," you had started to lock eye with him, "who loves me for me and who makes me the happiest I've ever been." Joel's fingers were digging into the flesh of your ass, making you lean forward just a slight bit more. "Why would I ever want to have someone else?" You let your right pointer finger slowly run over the side of his face. "I couldn't care less about Ben or any other guy like that. They're all the same," you rolled your eyes, making him chuckle. "I love you. And only you. And they can look at me all they want, I only care about one man." You finished your speech before leaning in to place a kiss on his lips that have already been screaming for you. The plan for it to only be a quick peck was quickly thrown out the window when Joel's grip on you tightened, pulling you in as close as he possibly could.

You separated with heavy breaths from both of you.

Joel let go of your ass, his right hand sliding up your back, just a bit. "So," he smirked, "You only wanted me for my house?" The sudden question made you giggle out loud, holding onto his shoulders as you stared into his dark brown eyes.

"Exactly," you nodded.

The oldest Miller let himself enjoy the moment just a bit more as he took in your appearance. No make-up, hair ready for bed, in one of his t-shirts with underwear covering you. Perfect. And all his.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't doubt you, I really didn't. Just...," A heavy sigh fell from his lips. "There are so many young men that you could-"

"Boys," you interrupted him.

"Boys?" He chuckled.

"If they're around my age, they don't deserve the title of a man yet. And I don't need that," you made clear, following him with a smile as well.

Joel dared to look down for a second. "I just..." glancing up, to find your eyes never leaving him, your kind eyes still brightly shining right at him. "I thought about what Tommy used to say about you and his friends fitting together way better than us two-"

"And Tommy better shut his damn mouth if he knows what's good for him," your comment got a chuckle from him in return.

"And your dad wasn't all too happy about us either."

You nodded. "And my dad also cheated on my mom. Twice. You really think I'm gonna take dating advice from him?" He knew your relationship with him was... wobbly.

"I know, I know," he mumbled, his hands now rubbing up and down your body as you snaked your arms around his neck, making sure you had him close to your body.

"I only want you, Joel," you whispered, your eyes passionately interlocked with his as you leaned in for another peck. Your action made him smile, tightening his arms around you too. "And your house," you giggled against his lips. Joel couldn't hold back the chuckle as he let himself fall back into the mattress, pulling you along with him.

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Random Things I Love About Kudou Shinichi (an incomplete list)

The fact he is such an absolute simp for Mouri Ran, totally besotted, UTTERLY WHIPPED.

How he is never immune to Mouri Ran's (AKA the love of his life's) beauty. You can literally let him be in the presence of other women in varying state of undress (in a bathroom, on the beach and so on), and he would still notice One Mouri Ran And ONE MOURI RAN ONLY. Also the fact 1) he cannot handle the sight of Ran naked without getting a nosebleed and 2) he can identify Ran's body shape and legs ON SIGHT (both consciously and unconsciously).

Him being an endless well of random facts and knowledge.

How perceptive he can be.

How Shinichi blushes SO MUCH (and especially when Ran is involved).

*YELLS INTO MEGAPHONE AT FULL VOLUME* PROTECTIVENESS

Him being so dedicated to saving lives, him being competent, and trying to give the best possible first aid he can.

Him being the the most excited lil fanboy when it comes to the things he loves (be it soccer or Sherlock Holmes and anything in between).

Him Spouting Poetic Shit like it's nothing

Not Being Able To Shut Up and leave things without Comment TM

The fact he is so good at playing soccer and how playing with a soccer ball can clear his head.

HIS SENSITIVE HEARING AND SENSITIVE LITTLE NOSE.

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This one is currently winning on my little motivation poll so here we go

SEPERATED LEO AU!!! (because we don't have enough of those already lol)

Link to original post

So, I wanna talk more about how they all refound each other (link to how they met here)

Just to recap, Big Mama has Mikey, Draxum has Raph, and Splinter has Donnie. Big Mama's in her Nexus Hotel, Draxum is in NYC with a cloaking broach, and Splinter's in the ever iconic sewers.

Big Mama is actually a very kind mother to Mikey! She loves her little baby, and especially loves how he has her beloved Lou's smile. She spoils him to death and lets them express himself however she'd like. (If you haven't picked up on it yet, Mikey is genderfluid in this au and generally presents as a feminine man) Mikey absolutely adores skirts and zip-up hoodies, and usually wears a very bright suit top with a big orange ball gown skirt to formal events that Big Mama matches at Mikey's whims (I cannot draw for the life of me so if anyone is willing to draw this for me I will work out some kind of trade with you if you'd like 🙏)

But yeah, Big Mama does not let her fight in the Nexus, and has even toned down the brutality of the Nexus due to Mikey's pleading. There aren't any more lethal fights and she rarely makes binding, lifelong contracts because it made her baby upset to see all the sad and scared people.

They are a very cute duo and both genuinely love each other very much

Then there's Draxum amd Raph! Draxum luckily snagged two cloaking broaches before his lab exploded and slapped them on both him and his 2 year old son before heading up to the surface. The two of them then got a apartment in the.....*shuddder*........human world. Draxum tries to hide them in mostly secret, only leaving the house for groceries and necessities, but eventually realizes that poor Raphie is very lonely.

This is made so much worse when he meets the little girl downstairs and wants so desperately to follow her to school after their playdates.........Draxum finally caves.

With the help of Mr. and Mrs. O'Neil, he enrolls Raphie in the same Kindergarden as April and lets him finally go to school after years of homeschooling. Raphie struggles with the transition a bit, but eventually he gets the hang of it and thrives! Draxum encourages him to join as many clubs as he can (without getting overwhelmed of course) and is his biggest fan.

Once Draxum is able to settle down, he's actually a huge soccer mom and goes to all of Raphie's events, he gets totally embarrassed sometimes. Draxum and the O'Neils are really good friends and try to have dinner at least once a week

But once again, a very happy family! They struggle to show it sometimes, but they truly love each other and only want what's best for each other

Then we have Donnie and Splinter! Splinter was mutated with the DNA from his pet rat that he picked up on his travels with Big Mama and Draxum to get the turtles, and he was only able to grab Donnie and retreat to the sewers before Draxum's while lab collapsed. He, along with the other two, belive his partners and other children to be dead, so he never goes searching for them. Instead, he raises his son in the sewers on his own, foraging for all that they need just like in canon.

However, their sewer home is PREEEEEEEETY nice, since Donnie doesn't really doesn't have anything better to do other than make their home as nice as possible. He's has all major appliances working since he was 6 and only makes improvements from there. He also has his little pet project, but Splinter doesn't know about that yet!!!!

Speaking of Splinter, he varies pretty dramatically from canon. He's a lot less depressed because he had a much better experience with the yokai world and doesn't feel nearly as ashamed to BE a yokai (or yokai-adjacent) and keeps himself in much better shape, helping him with the dysmorphia that he does have. Overall, Splinter's doing pretty well, and he's a pretty attentive parent overall!

He was able to access some of his funds from his Lou Jitsu days and pays for Donnie to go to online school, and by the time Donnie meets up with the rest of his family at 11, he's halfway through high school work and has plans to go on to college so that he can start building up his tech empire by the time he's 18

But yeah, yet again, a overall happy parent/child relationship!

(Then there's Leo. All the angst had to go somewhere, right???)

Moving on! Now, the adults all lived separately with each of their respective kid, but when Raphie was about 8, he got really sick. Like, really really sick. Draxum went to as many human doctors that he could trust, but none of them were able to figure out what was wrong with his baby. He finally musters up the courage to go down to the Hidden City, and finds out that Raphie has Mystic Overload Syndrome. While he's running around trying to find stuff to help his little boy (he's so affectionate guys), Raphie sneaks out! He starts running around the Hidden City unbroached, and he feels truly seen for the first time in his life.

While running around, he literally runs into another turtle yokai, one who's dressed in expensive orange clothes...........

This post got REALLY long, so stay tuned for more! Next post will probably be how Draxum and Big Mama finally met, and then how Splinter and Donnie come into play!

(Don't worry about Leo this isn't about him he's fine)

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(Also stay tuned for the name reveal of the AU!

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Carlos laughs quietly and runs his fingers through his husband’s soft, sleep mussed hair; he loves the way it falls loose across his face in the mornings, freed from the gel that usually keeps it coifed and pushed back. He loves TK on mornings like this, soft and warm and pliable. And just for him.

“You can have whatever you want, baby,” Carlos coaxes.

Bennu is TK’s favorite coffee shop, a local mom and pop with several locations around East and Central Austin. He discovered it shortly after he moved to town while he was exploring the city with Paul and Marjan. They’d stumbled upon the cafe on Congress and TK was hooked. His favorite drink is the Don Quixote, a Mexican hot chocolate mocha with vanilla, almond and cinnamon. On their shared mornings off TK likes to walk to the Bennu about half-a-mile from the loft. Carlos gets a macchiato cortado and they split a cinnamon roll and a pecan bar. Sometimes Paul or Marj or both will meet up with them and they’ll head over to the park a couple blocks down with their coffee, sometimes they’ll play a game of ultimate frisbee or kick a soccer ball around. Sometimes TK and Marjan will lay in the grass and gossip and point out all the clouds that are shaped like dogs as they go by while Paul and Carlos walk around the small pond in the middle of the park and discuss the latest book they’re reading for their unofficial book club — “does it count as a book club if it’s just two people?” TK always teases — or the political climate in the Texas legislature or Paul’s struggle to accept Asha’s insistence on sneaking stevia into whatever she’s baking. Sometimes they bring Buttercup. Carlos has been thinking more and more lately about getting a dog of their own to accompany them on days like that.

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A/N: no thoughts other than frat fboy!Kim Mingyu

-

You know of him before you actually meet him.

His frat was already the talk across campus and so, even if you could care less, you had heard of the tall and handsome fuck boys from Alpha Kappa Mu. And you decided it would be best to stay clear from any of them.

Especially, when you were walking home to your dorm and saw a girl sobbing to her friends about a Kim Mingyu.

But this plan of keeping your head down and getting your studies done, doesn't last long. Your eyes blinking up at the attractive man before you. You are wondering how a man can look so good and then he flashes you a boyish grin and your heart skips a beat.

"Can I sit here?" The boy asks again since the first time you were too busy blinking at him. You're smart, you swear, trying to process his words faster as you clumsily nod your head; moving your books to make space.

When you got to the library three hours ago, you had claimed the table in the far corner yours by spreading everything out. So you awkwardly move stuff around for the attractive guy.

"Uh," you say intelligently, eyes searching around you because there are plenty of places for this guy to sit so why is he here? "Can I help you?"

His smile brightens and you're left blinking dumbly again as he leans on his forearms, moving closer. Wow, his arms are big. "Yes, we're partners. Class 512, it was posted online this morning." And now the world makes sense as you nod your head slowly, recognizing the class number.

"Oh," you easily move your phone out of your bag to quickly double-check. Your eyes scrolling down the list of names until you reach yours. And next to your name is his, Kim Mingyu. Fuck.

"Mingyu!" His name is called from across the library and it makes the both of you look.

At the entrance, you see two guys, one has raven black hair, cut in a layered mullet. You can tell he's an art major just by his clothes and the way he leans casually against the boy who called out to Mingyu.

Said boy, is currently waving at the two of you with one hand and holding a soccer ball in other. His smile makes his eyes shape into crescent moons and he honestly looks like a ray of sunshine.

"Well partner," Mingyu sighs and your eyes move back to him. He's got a playful grin on his face as he looks at you. "I gotta go, but I'll see you soon."

He has the audacity to wink at you as he gets up. His big hands sneaking into the front pocket of his sweatshirt after he pushes his chair back in and gives you one last nod in good bye.

When he gets to his friends he's putting an arm around both of their shoulders, bringing them close to his sides as they walk out of the library laughing.

And all you can think about is the girl from two nights ago who was sobbing outside your dorm about a Kim Mingyu. You're fucked.

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❝ Cause this love,, is a sure thing❞⋆｡

₊˚⊹♡ summary ; Rin would never open up to his feelings, he thinks they’re lukewarm and useless or so he thought.

RIN ITOSHI, who would never open up to his feelings, he thinks they’re lukewarm and useless, something that’ll drift away with enough time, because he can’t understand them, he can’t understand you.

And when he’s left with his pride and your feelings, he just doesn’t know what to do, what to shatter, what to choose.

“Rin Itoshi, if you go on like this, you’ll fail my class.” The teacher sighs, glancing back at him before back at the board, going on about the lesson he couldn’t care less about.

The way he shrugs doesn’t go unnoticed by you, the way he views you as nothing more than your seatmate, but you couldn’t ignore the guilt that runs through your veins when he refused to pay attention to the lesson.

You almost pitied Rin Itoshi.

Halfway in the lecture, you threw out all that pity in your body, replacing it with that sweet soft smile plastering your face when you place your textbook in between both of your desks.

“what are you–” but before he could continue, the teacher glared at him, the familiar glare that would make him want to shut up on spot, so he did.

He stayed silent, glancing at the book every now and then but its sure, Rin Itoshi was yelling at you in his head.

You pointed out the basics points of the lesson, highlighting parts of the textbook, the bright neon glow, it glows like the smile you give him every now and then when you’re explaining the factors of the lesson, Rin likes to think it’s lukewarm, and that you’re getting in his way.

The younger Itoshi has never once felt the slightest bit of grief when he gets his report cards, If anything. He’d just acknowledge the full marks he gets in English.

English kept him going in school, if he wanted to be the best striker in the world, but the way you sat beside him so comfortably, so eager to teach him with the way your features compliment you so well, maybe you’d keep him going too. ‘It’s just a troubled thought’ he would think.

But he eventually gives in, exchanging pens because ‘you can write better in this pen’. Always looking forward to your teaching every now and then, pointing out the obvious that he eventually learned, Hell. He’d learn the whole book to see the way your mouth shapes into an ‘o’.

But it never seemed like that, in your perspective, he was silent, he’d always give you the cold shoulder, the type of feeling that makes you feel you aren’t wanted, the way his cool teal eyes pierced right through your notebook, it would always leave such horrible remark, he was inconsiderate. you’d think.

But what you don’t know is, he started studying for you.

Rin Itoshi, who’s a loser at communication, the way the small smile that’s barely visible on his face disappears the moment he doesn’t see you beside him, turning and tossing his head every now and then to see you at the other side of the classroom, beside your so-called friend, sharing notes with him, and writing down notes on his textbook with the pen he’d always let you borrow.

It left a slightly bitter expression on his face, a pang of jealousy, he doesn’t know what this is, he doesn’t want to know.

He saw the way you smiled at the guy, it wasn’t brighter than the way you smiled with him, the way you explained the lesson to him, he knows he’d understand it more than he ever could. The younger Itoshi who loved to assume things, to keep his pride soaring high.

But his pride was hurt, shattering to small pieces when he realized you weren’t going to be beside him any time soon, he wanted a soccer ball to come flying to his face.

“Why did you stop?” Rin musters up the courage to ask, flinching slightly the moment you’ve heard his voice from behind, causing you to look back.

He saw every feature, the way you stopped to think, the way your hair flows so nicely, and the uniform that was tailored just to fit you perfectly.

“Stop what?”

“Stop being by my side.”

Your eyes widened slightly at how bluntly he said it, as if it was normal.

“I didn’t know you wanted me there.” You replied, the tension closing between you, as if you were his source of oxygen, because he didn’t want you there, he needed you.

There are so many things a man will never tell himself, Rin Itoshi wasn’t immune to this. He told himself he’d never love again, that is was such a mediocre feeling that’ll just frustrate him in the long run, but why isn’t any of those describing you?

Oh how hard it is, to be the only one to know the truth.

“I’ll confess to you later, will you still be here after my practice?” Rin asked, with his usual nonchalant face, but a hint of curiosity could be seen.

“What?” Your eyes widened slightly.

“Will you be there?”

“You just confessed, Rin…” you crossed your arms, chuckling slightly at his attempt, at first you were convinced he wasn’t serious. Oh dear, he was so serious.

“…No I didn’t?”

You sighed softly, he was so unaware and it was so obvious he’s never done this in his life, although. You gave him a small nod, reassuring him that you were gonna be there.

It made his heart warm, all the coldness, all the hatred he had for other people, it just melted away when he saw your smile, so pretty, that if one day, the venom that spat out of his mouth reached you, he might just never speak ever again,

( The moment he confessed he was such a loser UGH I want to pinch his cheeks :(. He made sure the right words came out of his mouth and eventually you gave in, it was so cute seeing him try to tell you about his feelings. ) THIS IS SO RUSHED I SWEAR I DO BETTERR THAN THIS.

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Dagon x Reader

Dagon:

Your favorite movie is the little mermaid, you tend to be quiet and are the baby of your group.

First Date:

Everyone was chilling out in Dagon's domain. "Man, I'm bored!" Great. Mahito was whining again. "Hey, Jogo! Jogoooooo!" The curse continued to ignore him. Mahito then dumped his drink into Jogo's head, causing the fire to turn into plumes of smoke. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!?" He then smiled and waived his hand. "Hi."

"Geto, can you please do something!?" It looks like he would need to get more medicinal "herbs" from Hanami for dealing with his chronic headaches A.K.A. Mahito. "I already have something in mind." Jogo began to pray to Gege that it wasn't another round of soccer. "Who's up for a game of volleyball?"

"Me, me, I wanna try it!" Geto then materialized a spider curse to spin a web to create a net. "What about you Hanami?" Hanami then looked up from their National Geographic magazine. ".snioj ogoJ fi ylnO". They then turned their head to face Mr. Mt. Fuji. "I can never understand what you're saying but I have a feeling that it's about me... Fine, let's get this over with..."

"And what about you Dagon?" The curse shook it's head since it wasn't capable of speech yet. "That's too bad. If you need us, we'll be over there." Dagon wanted to laugh. 'It's not hard to find them with all the shouting!' The curse then went over to the water. 'What is this?' __________

You were exhausted, having travelled for so long that you had stopped counting the days. "Hey! I think I finally see the shore!" You swam as fast as you could, hoping you could find some help. __________

"Mahito, what are you doing exactly?" The curse had shifted the shape of it's soul to resemble a crab like creature. "You were going to pinch Jogo, weren't you?" Mahito then transformed back. "You're no fun!" Geto then grabbed the spider curse and swallowed it, causing a large bump to be seen in his throat. "Needs a bit more flavor. Why are you all staring at me?"

"You never told us you could do that!" Geto rubbed his throat. "Oh, this? If you thought that a humans neck shouldn't stretch that wide then I'll tell you about the effects of pregnancy." Hanami then spoke. ".won yalp tsuj esaelp we naC" __________

You would question why you saw an octopus on land but to be frank, you were delirious. "Excuse me, have you seen my son!?" The creature then looked your way. "You can see me?" You really must have been dreaming. "Why wouldn't I be able to see you? Do you have short term memory or something because I don't want to deal with that again..."

The creature then spoke. "Sorry, I guess we got off on the wrong fin. My name is Dagon. What's yours?"

"######." __________

"All right, Hanami, you partner with me and Jogo, you pair up with Mahito." The volcano curse then groaned. "Why do I have to be stuck with him!?" Mahito then flung an arm around Jogo. "Stop making it sound like that's a bad thing! I have an idea on how to help us win!" Mahito then changed his soul to resemble a busty girl in a skimpy bikini. "You know this isn't dead or alive extreme beach volleyball, right?"

"Hey! I'm just trying to seduce Geto to distract him. Besides, I think I look pretty cute!" Geto then walked up to the net. "Unfortunately, that's not going to work Mahito. The curse pouted. "Why not?" Geto then laughed and rubbed his stitches. "Tell me. Have you ever heard of the name Jin Itadori?"

"Who?" __________

You learned that Dagon was a cursed spirit while you told him of how you searched far and wide for your son. "I haven't found him yet but I did find another missing child." You then brought out a fish girl in a bucket. Dagon then picked it up. "And what is your name?"

"I WANT HAM!" __________

"So we just have to hit the ball and make it land? That's easy!" Mahito then grabbed Jogo and tore his head off. He then threw it so hard that it began hurtling towards the sun. "Curse you, Mahito!" could be heard. "You didn't hit the oppents side so that doesn't count." The curse then kicked over Jogo's corpse. "Oh well, it was worth it." __________

"Did you hear something?" Out of nowhere came a break in the domain. An old man threw a harpoon, hitting you straight in the chest. "T-tell my son I-" A heel then came came down and stomped on your body. "Damn it, I was aiming for a shark! It must be all these 4k frames messing my moves up! (All the alcohol the man drank prior totally had nothing to do with it).

He then examined his foot. "Seems pretty small for some cursed spirits." Dagon then hit puberty and transformed into a beefy octopus. "WE ALL BEAR NAMES!" The man then vomited all over himself. "And I'm too drunk to care! Now let's get this over with!" __________

The rest of the curses and Geto had finished packing up. "Do you think we're forgetting something?" __________

"Toji, what are you doing here!? Aren't you supposed to be dead?" There was his son,Toji Fushiguro in the flesh. "I heard you ruined another family today... Y'know... I'm supposed to kill this thing over here but I have a better idea..." He then looked at Dagon.

"WAIT TOJI, PLEASE!" But it was too late, as Naobito was already being pummeled to death with playful cloud. As this was happening, Dagon went to the shore to sit and cry. A clown fish then popped out of the water. "Sorry to bother you mister but have you seen my dad?" Dagon began to cry so hard that the water levels rose faster than scientists could have predicted, the only thing able to live there now being aquaman.

[qinluofu]

⊹﹒blue lock boys + younger sibling headcanons ♡

nagi, reo, isagi & barou reacting to a gn!younger sibling building an ugly snowman of them

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NAGI thought everything was a hassle, so when you pulled him over and showed him a snowman you made of him, he had to pray to god and refrain himself from saying that the snowman was a hassle. as you stared at him waiting for a response, he didn't even look at the snowman properly and only hummed a bit and said "yeah yeah its super cute", it was such a half assed response that you crossed your arms and stomped your feet, demanding a better compliment.

he sighed and took one more look at the snowman, oh my god it was ugly as hell . he scratched his head, thinking about what to say and finally thought of something, "it looks... alot like me" that was a straight up lie, but you seemed convinced as you giggled and clapped your hands and ran off to god knows where.

REO tried to be nice, really he did. but this monstrosity of a snowman in front of him made him test his limits. especially when you pulled him over from soccer practice, excitedly jumping around and pointing to that hideous thing, "it looks just like you nii-chan!!!" reo chuckled nervously, "it sure does!"

it didn't seem like you were gonna leave him alone anytime soon and he really needed to go back to practice. so to give in to your antics, reo decided to make a mini snowman right beside yours, putting a few leaves as the hair of the snowman, "there, now it's the both of us as snowmen." he said with a grin, and that seemed to do it, you were giggling none stop as you hugged your brother and said a couple of thank you's before running off to pester another pitiful target.

ISAGI genuinely thought it was cute; unlike reo who tried to be nice he didn't think it was ugly at all. despite the snowman's face and body being entirely out of propotion, the mouth and hands making it look like a 1980s jumpscare, he didn't mind at all! seriously.

and you didn't even need to call him over to see the snowman, he already noticed it and laughed, "is that supposed to be me?" as you nodded your head, he laughed even more. he took off his scarf and tied it around the snowman's neck, "see? now it definitely looks alot more like me" and you were a bundle of joy seeing your brother do that, as you ran up and gave him a hug that could make him fall over.

BAROU was flustered. not in a good way, the snowman was super ugly and not even human looking, it looked nothing like barou who had the most handsome features known to mankind. he sighed as he rubbed his temple, you started to pout thinking that your brother didn't like it at all, but he picked you up to another location with wayyy more snow, and sat you down in his lap.

"this, is how you make a snowman." his hands slowly worked with the snow, making some ball shaped sizes and he managed to put together the perfect snowman. you were amazed, everytime barou showed you something it was almost like he was designated to do it. you replicated his snowman as he taught you along the way, showing you some tricks to do with the snow too. you were happily giggling in his lap as he showed a small smile, patting your head.

summary :

nagi would lie to you, reo would try to be nice, isagi would think its genuinely cute and barou would teach you how to properly make one.

[cookies-over-yonder]

stab wounds

Lincoln gets his ears pierced for his eighteenth birthday.

Swiftli Week Day 1: Birthday!

ao3

“So, the big one-eight, huh?”

“Yeah, I—I’ve never done this before, and my dads are finally letting me.”

“Your dad told me on the phone. Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine.”

“Yeah…”

Link stares at the gems before him, in varying sizes, shapes and colours. Probably also varying prices.

He feels a little light-headed, but he wants to do this. And he ate before, as Marco told him to, so he probably won’t pass out.

“These flower ones are cute!” Normal says, pointing at a couple small teal flower shaped gems. Those would suit him.

“You should pick those,” Scary suggests to him, and Normal does, holding up a clear stick, provided by the piercer, with the gem on it up to his ear to see how it’d look in the mirror. It matches his blue studs right below.

Everyone is getting piercings today. It’s reassuring. Though, Lincoln is the only one who has none to start with.

Scary and Normal each have one lobe piercing in each ear, Taylor has three , Hermie… Hermie can shapeshift to get whatever piercings she wants.

Taylor and Scary pick out their earrings for what Link thinks he remembers as a… helix?

“Have you decided yet, Lincoln?”

“Uh…”

“Need help?” Taylor asks, interlocking arms with Link and holding his hand. Link takes a deep breath at that, and he nods.

“Well, you could do one silver, and one onyx,” Taylor suggests, “you know, like soccer ball colours.”

“I think I want them to match.”

“Then I’d say both silver. It’ll suit your skin tone, and it goes with everything.”

“I think you’re biased,” Scary chimes in, gesturing at Taylor’s earrings, all of which are silver studs and hoops, “But, honestly, I agree. I think it’d look nice.”

The piercer takes a small silver gem and puts it on the clear stick thingy for Link to hold up to his ear in the mirror. He does so, and they’re right, it does look nice.

“Do you like it?” the piercer, Apple, Link remembers, asks.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna go with these.”

“Perfect. I’m gonna clean all the earrings you’ve chosen, and you all can get set up in this room.”

“I don’t wanna go first,” Link says, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling Taylor onto his lap and squeezing him like a stress ball.

“I can go first!” Normal says, bouncing with excitement.

“Awesome,” Taylor says, “Scary can go second, and I’ll go before you. Would that help?”

Link nods, burying his face in Taylor’s hair.

“Which earrings did you pick?” Link asks, his voice muffled.

“Scary and I got matching studs, but hers is purple and mine is red.”

“Finally breaking the trend of silver,” Scary teases.

“Heh. Anything for you, Scary.”

“Y’know, after you guys can like, switch them out or whatever, I do have experience in making costume jewelry,” Hermie says, “And I might have a couple soccer ball charms, or whatever…”

Link looks up at her and smiles, only for her to avert her gaze.

“It’s your birthday after all,” she says.

“That it is,” Taylor agrees, turning around to kiss Link on the cheek. “You good?” he asks, quieter.

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay. You’re gonna be fine, I’ve done this before. Twice, actually. Well, three times if you count when I was a baby, but, yeah. I’ll hold your hand and everything, promise.”

“Okay…” Link takes in a shaky breath, and sighs. Taylor kisses him again, this time on the lips.

“I’ve also done it before,” Scary adds, putting a hand on his back. “It’s really not that bad, and you can wear sick jewelry afterwards.”

“And, it’ll be a new experience for both of us!” Normal says, “I mean, mine are from when I was a baby, so I don’t remember anything.”

“Thanks, guys.”

“No problem, dude,” Taylor says, kissing him again, and again, and again, with an exaggerated “mwah” each time.

“Can’t you guys save that for later?” Hermie asks.

Taylor pulls away, giggling, and Link can’t help but smile with him. “Emotional support kisses are mandatory,” Taylor says.

“Alright, who’s going first?” Apple asks, walking back into the room. Taylor turns around to face them, wrapping Link’s arms around him like a seatbelt.

“Me!” Normal says, hopping onto what looks eerily similar to a doctor’s office bed.

“Perfect. I’m still sterilizing everything, so while that’s happening, I’m gonna go through aftercare.”

Apple talks them through the aftercare for the different piercings they’re all getting, and as much as Link tries to focus, the anxiety creeps back up, clouding his vision.

Taylor cups Link’s face in his hands. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he says, bringing Link back to the present.

Link nods, and looks back at Apple, who, seeing that Link is alright, continues to explain.

Luckily, Marco knows all about the aftercare of piercings, so he’ll probably ask him to explain it again when he gets home.

The top part of the bed thingy tilts up until it’s more of a chair with back support. Ah, it’s like a dentist office chair! Sort of. And Normal leans against the back of it as Apple cleans his ears and marks where the piercings will go.

Scary and Hermie stand in front of him, each taking one hand to hold.

Apple talks Normal through the process and everything they’re doing, and tells Normal to take a deep breath in, and out, as they pierce him.

And after a moment, one side is done. Link gets a look from afar. It’s pretty.

“How was that?” Apple asks.

“It hurt a bit, but it was okay.”

“Okay, we’re going to do the other side now.”

Link buries his head in Taylor’s shoulder, and tilts it a little to kiss his neck. Taylor squirms a little and giggles, before grabbing hold of Link’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“All done!” Link hears, and Normal is hopping off the seat and looking in the mirror.

“I love it!” he says, before rushing to show it off to Link and Taylor.

“Epic,” Taylor says.

“It looks cute. Did it hurt a lot?” Link asks.

“It hurt, but it wasn’t that bad. You’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

“Scary, you’re next?” Apple asks.

“Yup!”

“This one matches your hair, good choice.”

“Thank you!”

Link doesn’t look at this one, he just keeps his head buried, and he flinches when Scary shouts, “Ow!”

“You okay?” Apple asks.

“I’m good.”

“Alright. I’m gonna slide the backing in.”

“M’kay.”

“Now I’m putting in the post.”

“Mm’kay.”

“And now the gem.”

“Mmm’kay.”

“And you’re done!”

“Oh, thank god.”

“You want some water?”

“Yes, please. Fuck .”

“Just rest, you can take as long as you need.”

Link lifts his head up to see Scary still sitting there, with a small paper cup of water, and Normal holding her free hand.

“Scary, are you okay?” Link asks, hearing his own voice shake.

“Yeah, it just hurt. More than my lobe piercings for sure. Prepare yourself, Tay.”

“Will do, Scare. It looks awesome, by the way.”

“Hell yeah,” she says, taking another sip of water.

It does look goregeous. A small purple stud perfectly matching her hair. It’s a great choice.

Scary gets up to look in the mirror, and she takes a selfie with Normal, Hermie photobombing with a peace sign in the background.

Taylor moves to get up, but Link clings to him harder, holding him still.

“It’s my turn, man,” he says, voice gentle.

Link whines, squeezing him.

“This is all perfectly safe, Lincoln,” Apple says. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“You can hold my hands and everything, babe.”

“Okay… okay,” Link says, letting go.

Taylor hops off, and when he stands up, his legs wobble a little. Apple brings a stool across from where Taylor sits, and Link sits on that and holds his hands, squeezing tight.

Taylor squeezes back, and when Apple tells him to take a deep breath in, and out, he scrunches up his face, and squeezes Link’s hands so hard his nails dig into Link’s skin.

Apple puts in the backing, and the post, and the gem, and Taylor opens his eyes, his breathing slightly staggered, but for the most part, he’s okay.

“It hurt, but I’m strong,” he smiles at Link, “And so are you,” he winks.

Taylor tilts his head so Link can get a better view. A scarlet stud like the streaks in his hair.

“It’s beautiful. Like you.”

Taylor giggles and leans forward, kissing Link’s forehead.

Taylor hops off the seat, still holding Link’s hands.

Link stands up, and Taylor runs his hands up and down his arms. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

Link sits on the chair, and leans all the way back, holding Taylor’s hands as tight as possible.

“Alright, Lincoln, just relax, I’m gonna clean your ears and mark where the piercing is gonna go, okay?”

Link feels them mark each of his ears, and they show him the marks in the mirror so he can approve, and he does, and then they get the piercing stuff out.

“Okay, you’re gonna feel a little bit of pressure, that’s just me lining everything up, and then I’m gonna tell you to take a deep breath in and out, and I’m gonna pierce you.”

Link feels the pressure on his right ear. He feels it, and it’s sharp, and he’s nauseous, and Apple is saying something else, but he can’t hear them very well past the ringing in his ears.

His friends are saying things too. He hears his name a lot, and “panic attack,” and “it’s okay,” and “water,” but it’s all just words that don’t really make any sense.

There’s pressure on his lap. And hands on his face. He opens his eyes.

Taylor.

“Can you hear me?” he asks.

“Did—did—did I do it?”

“Not yet.”

Shit. Of course he started panicking before it even happened.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me, Link,” Taylor says, and he opens his eyes again. “Breathe. Breathe with me, okay?”

Link nods and watches Taylor breathing, trying to follow.

Taylor nods, continuing to breathe with him. “You got it. You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” Link breathes out, taking in his surroundings. He’s okay.

That one wasn’t so bad.

Scary passes him a cup of water, and he drinks it, feeling slightly better.

“Do you still want to do this?” Taylor asks, “It’s your birthday, you can opt out if you want to.”

“I want to. I want to do it,” Link says, turning to face Apple. “Sorry, I—I—I can’t control the…”

“That’s alright, it’s understandable. You’re not the only one who’s had a panic attack in here. Take as long as you need, and then we can try again, okay?”

“Okay,” Link sighs, and then continues to take deep breaths with Taylor.

Link doesn’t know how long it takes, but eventually he feels his heartrate slow, and he hugs and kisses Taylor before gesturing for him to get back on the stool. “I think I’m ready this time.”

“We could do it with you lying down if you think that would be better,” Apple suggests.

“I think I’d prefer that, yeah.”

Apple adjusts the chair so it’s more of a bed, and Link lies flat on his back. holding one of Taylor’s hands.

Apple repeats everything they said before, and Link feels the pressure again. He shuts his eyes.

“You feeling okay?” they ask.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, deep breath in.”

Link breathes in.

“And deep breath out.”

Link breathes out, and squeezes Taylor’s hand. It stings.

“I’m going to put the backing in now. Breathe in, and out.”

It hurts. It hurts but he’s okay. He’s breathing. In and out.

“Good. Now I’m putting in the post. Breathe in, and out.”

In and out. He’s okay.

“Now I’m putting on the gem. Breathe in, and breathe out, and you’re good! One ear is done. How do you feel?”

“Relieved,” Link says, opening his eyes.

“You wanna see how it looks?”

“I wanna get the other one done with first.”

“Okay. Can you tilt your head the other way for me?”

Link does so. And Apple repeats the process, guiding him with deep breaths and all.

It stings again, but it’s okay. He keeps breathing.

“Okay, Lincoln, you’re all done. How do you feel?”

“I’m okay,” Link says, sitting back up.

“Have a look,” Apple says, handing Link the mirror.

He looks in the mirror, and there’s sparkling studs in each of his ears for the first time. Ever.

Link sees himself grinning. “I love it! Thank you!”

“Of course! Happy birthday!”

Link stands up, and he’s immediately tackled with a hug from Taylor. “I’m so proud of you! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!” Taylor shouts, pulling him down to kiss his cheek, and forehead, and lips. “My boyfriend is the bravest boy in all the land!” he says, jumping onto Link’s back in the piggyback position. Link giggles with him as he adjusts him so he’s more secure.

Apple chuckles too, before asking, “Do you guys want me to take a picture for you?”

“Yes, please!” Taylor says, handing them his phone.

Everyone poses, Taylor kissing Link, and thus showing off the piercing on his right ear and Link’s on his left ear. Normal and Scary each kiss one of Hermie’s cheeks, showing off their piercings that way, Scary’s right, and Normal’s left.

“Is that the gayest photo you’ve ever taken?” Hermie asks.

“Actually, no, but your choice of pose reminds me of your dads,” Apple says, pointing at Link.

Link scrunches his face up, laughing a little.

Okay, yeah, this birthday was definitely a success.

[thatswhywelovegermany]

Fußball

Der Fußballwahn ist eine Krank- heit, aber selten, Gott sei Dank! Ich kenne wen, der litt akut an Fußballwahn und Fußballwut. Sowie er einen Gegenstand in Kugelform und ähnlich fand, so trat er zu und stieß mit Kraft ihn in die bunte Nachbarschaft. Ob es ein Schwalbennest, ein Tiegel, ein Käse, Globus oder Igel, ein Krug, ein Schmuckwerk am Altar, ein Kegelball, ein Kissen war, und wem der Gegenstand gehörte, das war etwas, was ihn nicht störte. Bald trieb er eine Schweineblase, bald steife Hüte durch die Straße. Dann wieder mit geübtem Schwung stieß er den Fuß in Pferdedung. Mit Schwamm und Seife trieb er Sport. Die Lampenkuppel brach sofort. Das Nachtgeschirr flog zielbewusst der Tante Berta an die Brust. Kein Abwehrmittel wollte nützen, nicht Stacheldraht in Stiefelspitzen, noch Puffer, außen angebracht. Er siegte immer, 0 zu 8, und übte weiter frisch, fromm, frei mit Totenkopf und Straußenei. Erschreckt durch seine wilden Stöße, gab man ihm nie Kartoffelklöße. Selbst vor dem Podex und den Brüsten der Frau ergriff ihn ein Gelüsten, was er jedoch als Mann von Stand aus Höflichkeit meist überwand. Dagegen gab ein Schwartenmagen dem Fleischer Anlass zum Verklagen. Was beim Gemüsemarkt geschah, kommt einer Schlacht bei Leipzig nah. Da schwirrten Äpfel, Apfelsinen durch Publikum wie wilde Bienen. Da sah man Blutorangen, Zwetschen an blassen Wangen sich zerquetschen. Das Eigelb überzog die Leiber, ein Fischkorb platzte zwischen Weiber. Kartoffeln spritzten und Zitronen. Man duckte sich vor den Melonen. Dem Krautkopf folgten Kürbisschüsse. Dann donnerten die Kokosnüsse. Genug! Als alles dies getan, griff unser Held zum Größenwahn. Schon schäkernd mit der U-Boots-Mine, besann er sich auf die Lawine. Doch als pompöser Fußballstößer Fand er die Erde noch viel größer. Er rang mit mancherlei Problemen. Zunächst: Wie soll man Anlauf nehmen? Dann schiffte er von dem Balkon sich ein in einen Luftballon. Und blieb von da an in der Luft, verschollen. Hat sich selbst verpufft. - Ich warne euch, ihr Brüder Jahns, vor dem Gebrauch des Fußballwahns!

Joachim Ringelnatz

Football (Soccer)

Football (soccer) mania is a disease but a rare one, thank God! I know someone who suffered acutely from football mania and football rage. As soon as he found an object in the shape of a ball and similar, he kicked at it and hurled it with force into the colorful neighborhood. Whether it was a swallow's nest, a jar, a cheese, globe or hedgehog, a jug, a piece of jewelry on the altar, a bowling ball, a cushion, and who the object belonged to, that was something that didn't bother him. Soon he was driving a pig's bladder, soon stiff hats through the street. Then again with practiced momentum he pushed his foot into horse manure. He played sport with sponge and soap. The lamp dome broke immediately. The night harness flew purposefully to Aunt Berta's chest. No means of defense would help, not barbed wire in boot tops, nor buffers attached to the outside. He always won, 0 to 8, and continued to practice fresh, pious, free With skull and ostrich egg. Frightened by his wild thrusts, he was never given potato dumplings. Even for the woman's buttocks and breasts he started to develop a certain temptation, which, however, as a man of class he overcame in most cases out of politeness. On the other hand, a rind stomach sausage gave the butcher cause for complaint. What happened at the vegetable market comes close to a battle near Leipzig. Apples and oranges buzzed through the crowd like wild bees. Blood oranges and plums were seen crushing against pale cheeks. Egg yolk covered the bodies, a basket of fish burst between market women. Potatoes and lemons splashed. People dodged melons. Cabbage heads were followed by pumpkin shots. Then coconuts thundered across the scene. Enough! When all this was done, our hero resorted to delusions of grandeur. Already flirting with the submarine mine, he remembered the avalanche. But as a pompous soccer kicker He found the earth even bigger. He wrestled with a number of problems. First of all: how to get a running start? Then he embarked from the balcony into a balloon. And remained in the air from then on, lost. He deflated himself, just went phut. - I warn you, brothers of Jahn, against the use of football mania!

Joachim Ringelnatz