#acting coach anon

[mayasdeluca]

ACA

This is my personal opinion but knowing how this things works…

The pictures were purposely meant to go public, the quality, the angle, it was all a PR move 100%, and they are all over every single gossip/tv online website and whatnot.

Even so, people should respect her privacy, prob she was tired of some obsessive fans and speculation about her private life, maybe she just wanted to let it be know, whatever it is I hope she’s happy and that this, is what she wanted, and wasn’t pushed because of outside situation or other factors.

Also that’s not queerbaiting, I read somewhere people are staying that, people need to chill, and let people live their life ffs…

Yeah that was my thought as well, especially since there hadn't been a single pic of them out and about in LA where most of these paps are and now suddenly they're in Italy and there's 80+ pics...seemed odd. But yeah, I'm hoping she was on board with it all too because she had been very set on saying that she liked to keep her personal life private and some of those pictures were pretty invasive. I hope she wasn't pushed into anything either by anyone. Seemed like the statement part of the article was somewhat of a damage control situation though so who knows.

Anyone screaming queerbait at this point still needs to get over themselves. That has never been the case and never will be. They aren't here to live their lives based on how people want them to. People still can't separate character and actor and it's sad.

[poomphuripan]

Ladies of My Stand-In (2024) dir. Pepzi Banchorn Vorasataree

[pop-punklouis]

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[cant-get-no-worse]

https://www.tumblr.com/cant-get-no-worse/732991722584440832/we-should-sell-pedri-while-we-can-still-get-money i'm aware that it's a controversial stance and everyone will think i'm wack but he's one of the few players we have that we can get a profit from by selling.

it's not his fault he was overworked as a teenager but it IS a fact that he's injured often and that he takes months at a time to recover. he's fantastic when he's there but im worried that he can't be there for us most of the time when we need him

this isn't hate towards him btw just expressing a personal opinion

Not at all! On the contrary, I find it interesting and healthy to be able to talk about such topics, more so that I completely understand where you're coming from, since I've got the same worries.

To expend briefly on what you've mentionned (overworked part), I found quite interesting the declarations of Pau Torres' (player for Spanish NT).

Essentially, Torres explains that after the Euro 2021 (june - july 2021), during the Olympics (july - august 2021), the Spanish NT didn't had an adapted alimentation that high-level athletes should have. Thrown into this, you have to consider Pedri's situation : at 18, he :

he's already a regular starter for the first team and is so since he was 17 ;

during the 2020 - 2021 season, he's the player having disputed the most match, ahead of Leo Messi, Frenkie de Jong or Alba ;

he's the second youngest player to get to 50 games (18 yr 5 mths), second only to Bojan.

So you have, in the start of the 2021-2022 season, a 18 year old used to death by both his club and his national selection.

What Torres explains is that he (Torres), upon returning to Villarreal after the eventful 2021 summer (2 international tournaments, and a weak alimentation during the latest) , his coach (Emery) refused to get him back in the first group, despite Torres' insistance, arguing that he needed mandatory rest after coming back from such long international duty.

Meanwhile, guess what happens to young, juvene Pedri upon returning ? He gets one week after the Olympics, before being merrily trusted back onto the pitch because of his essentiality to the first team. Getting out of a 60+ games season, following up on a national duty and getting only one week to rest, as a 18 years old, is insanity. His injuries' history checks:

He made his debut for Barcelona in 2020. No injuries whatsoever during this 2020 - 2021 period : they only start coming on September 2021 and hardly stop.

So, with all that in mind, here's my lukewarm take : it's easy to fall on him for his supposed weakness of constitution (some players are prone to this and we know it). However, I do think that this is a 20 year old who put his health in danger during a whole ass season for both his club and national team and that he isn't prone to anything when given the time.

Imo with the recruitment we've had and players like Fermin coming up, we should let Pedri fall back into his rythm at his own pace, let him all the time he needs to recover, in other words use him mindfully. Of course Fermin isn't him but we did a stupendous match in El Clasico without him and I do think that we could work out smth like that. Alimentation and strength training in the gym are of course important but the way he's used by the club and recovery time even more so.

I do agree with you on a certain level tho; I think this 2023 - 2024 season is crucial toward this issue. If the injuries don't stay at bay then yeah, we got a Dembele/Bojan/Umtiti case, that 2020/2021 season most likely fucked him up entirely (cause in the end, that's what really is being discussed here: whether he can fully recover and go back to his previous form or if it's already too late). With our financial problems, a sale should be seriously considered, soon so that his value doesn't completely lessens — hence the whole 2023-2024 importance in my eyes. That's why for now I'm not too worried, just really curious and hopeful as to how this season will go. Hoping the coaching of Xavi, Pedri's own preparation, Fermin's development and the dynamics of the team pay off.

[mcl38]

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[ophelisstuff]

𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍 | P.B x reader

authors notes : i know absolutely nothing about cheerleading or cheer comps. But I hope you enjoyed

requested by : anon

paige bueckers x competitive cheerleader reader

warnings : none

word count : 1.1k

best suited in dark mode !

You sighed and walked into Paige’s apartment tiredly. exhausted from the numerous hours spent practicing with your teammates.

With All Star Worlds right around the corner, you had been at the gym practicing with your team almost every day.

Leaving you fatigue and eager to go home and be held in Paige’s warm embrace. Desperate to listen to her voice as you fell asleep in her arms.

Throwing your cheer practice bag on the floor by the entrance, you shut the door and walked further into the apartment. The sound of footsteps coming from the hallway seconds after the door had closed

Immediately coming from around the corner to greet you, it seemed as if the blonde had been waiting impatiently for your arrival.

A grin on her face as her hand trailed down to your waist, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Paige finally felt at peace, having you in her embrace after going all day without seeing you.

“Hi baby, how was cheer practice?” She asked, her hand remaining on your waist as she smiled ear to ear.

“It was so exhausting” She began, the blondes eyes focused on you — giving you all of her attention. “Coach lectured us about how we can’t lack energy on stage like we do at practice.”

Paige laughed, a wide grin on her face. “You know, I could totally be a competitive cheerleader. if i wanted to” She spoke confidently “Just without the flips n’ shit, that’s way out of my category”

The blonde often times begged you to teach her your routines. Determined to learn them no matter how complicated they were.

Always having you seated on the living room couch, showcasing the steps you taught her proudly. Even daring to showcase and teach her teammates the steps as well.

Deeming herself as your Biggest Fan, which you never doubted whatsoever. The girl always showed up at your competitions and always helped you get ready. Explaining that she wouldn’t optionally miss any of them for the world.

Even when her games fell on the day of your competitions, Paige would always facetime you and watch as you got get ready through the screen. Wishing you luck and having a bouquet of flowers waiting when you returned home.

“Keep it up and Coach might just make you my replacement.” You laughed at your girlfriend, walking past her and making your way to the bedroom — looking through dresser drawers for a pair of pajamas.

“Oh! are we taking a shower?” Paige asked, her attention drifting away from the cheer topic as she watched you lay out the pajamas. Consisting of her hoodie and a pair of pajama shorts.

Walking over to the dresser as well, the blonde began picking out new pajamas to put on. Despite knowing she had showered less than an hour ago.

“No, I’m taking a shower — you already showered” You told Paige, walking into the bathroom. The girl trailing behind you like a lost puppy in disbelief.

“That is not fair! Another shower won’t hurt anyone!” Paige exclaimed, walking into the bathroom with you as she sat on the bathroom countertop.

“I’m hot and sweaty, i’ll be out soon” You promised your girlfriend, placing a kiss on her cheek as you turned the shower temperature on cold.

“I can cool you off better than the shower can.” She muttered beneath her breath, rolling her eyes as she exited the bathroom.

▏cheer comp day !

“Paige! I said high ponytail, not low ponytail!” You exclaimed, taking the elastic out of your hair as you looked back at your girlfriend who stood behind you. Holding the look of a stressed and confused mom.

“Well I don’t even do my own hair, you do!” Paige spoke as she opened safari, googling what a high ponytail looked like.

Acting as if she had never seen the hairstyle in her life. Forgetting the fact you had to wear one during nearly every competition.

Hair products, makeup and a wide array of other items laid out on the stand connected to the mirror. You watched as Paige sprayed unnecessary amounts of hairspray on your hair. Setting the phone down as she started the style over.

“Okay wait, I remember this now!” Paige exclaimed as she brushed your hair upwards. You slowly beginning to wish you’d hadn’t agreed to her doing you hair.

The blonde spent the entire car ride pleading to help you get ready, specifically asking to help do your hair and watch you do the required makeup.

Unable to say no, you eventually gave into the girl’s pleads. Allowing her to mess with your hair until she successfully pulled it into tight high ponytail. “Got it!” She beamed, grabbing the navy blue bow that was covered with sparkles. Placing it front and center as it normally was.

Quickly doing a light face of makeup with the help of your girlfriend, Paige gave you the occasional time check — letting you know how much longer you had until it was time to preform.

When it came down to competitions, Paige acted like an over the top cheer mom. Always making sure to be on time and making sure everything was going the way it was supposed to.

Making sure all your bags were packed the night before and even loading them into the car that same night. The blonde didn’t mess around when it came to cheer competitions. Always making sure there was no room for anything to go wrong.

Standing up in your shimmery, navy blue cheer costume with the word ‘Uconn’ engraved in a cursive font on the front. Paige embraced you one last time before you had to preform.

“I love you, and you’re gonna do so well” She smiled, wrapping her arms around your waist as she whispered the words of affection to you. Wanting to make sure you carried her support during the performance.

“I love you too. And you’re gonna be in the audience watching, right?” You questioned out of nervousness, looking up at her as you broke the hug.

“I always am and always will be” Paige reassured, watching as your other teammates made their way out of the dressing room.

You smiled at the girl and nodded, hurrying behind the others. Thinking about how lucky you were to have Paige in your life.

Her being someone who brought nothing but positive memories, treating you like a piece of fine china and always offering unconditional support.

Always showing up whenever you needed her the most, and being the first person you always spotted in the audience — cheering at the top of her lungs.

It was safe to say that Paige Bueckers really was your Number One fan.

authors note

i’m so so so sorry if this was bad! I actually have zero knowledge when it comes to competitive cheer. But I hope you enjoy !! Requests are open too !

[strawb3rrystar]

Hi! I was wondering if you can you do a Hazbin Hotel characters comforting a reader who is dealing with a panic attack.

Be mean to me.

Pairing: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Alastor, Lucifer Morningstar, Adam, Lute, Rosie x GN! Reader

Warnings: Panic attacks (duh), Light mentions of character backstory (Vaggie, Angel)

Word count: 548

✰Masterlist

Charlie will start panicking alongside you. She'll say a bunch of comforting words and rub your back to calm you down. If you want to be left alone however, she'll be sad that you don't want her help, but will respect your decision.

Vaggie has been there, done that a thousand times, so she knows how to remain calm and keep you grounded. She'll hold your hands and tell you to concentrate on your breathing. If you want to be left alone, she'll agree, but will sit outside the door and wait for you.

Angel Dust knows the feeling of exactly what you're going through. He'll sit with you and reassure you that he's not leaving, that he'll always be there for you. He drops his act until you feel better, but will insist he stays with you just in case something happens again.

Husk will drop everything to comfort you. He'll let you pet his soft, fluffy fur if you want to. If you don't, he'll hum you a little tune or massage your hands. If you want to be left alone, he'll respect your decision, but will still be really worried about you.

Sir Pentious has no idea what to do and will also panic alongside you. He tries to say some comforting words to you, but he stumbles and stutters too much for them to be of any use. In the end, he'll slither his head into your lap and wait until you calm down.

Alastor will also have not a clue on how to help you. These kinds of things are really his forte as he doesn't like to get involved. He'll probably ask you what your problem is and try to help you work through it. If you want to be left alone, he'll agree and carry on with his day.

Lucifer is much like his daughter as he also starts to panic. But he takes some deep breaths and tells himself that he has to stay calm for you. Will most likely give you some awkward pats on the back. If you want to be left alone, he'll hesitate, not wanting to leave you alone, but will respect your wishes.

Adam has absolutely no fucking clue on how to help you. He's probably the worst one on this list because he won't even try. He's a 'not my problem' kind of guy who will leave you by yourself. Or he'll be extremely awkward, because like I said, he has no idea what to do.

Lute is also very awkward when you're having a panic attack because she's never experienced one herself. She'll try her best to keep you calm and grounded. She'll talk you through it and have you focus on your breathing. If you want to be left alone, she'll just stand on the other side of the room to keep an eye on you.

Rosie is an absolute sweetheart who knows how to help people who are struggling. She'll offer you kind words and a cold drink if you need one. She'll hold your hands and coach you through some breathing exercises. She insists on staying with you if you ask to be left alone. She doesn't want your panic attack to get worse or for you to hurt yourself.

Star's notes -> I decided to not include the Vees because I think they would all be terrible at comforting you.

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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[zae-heeyyy]

Resumption

Summary: You and Arthur revisit the past. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader Word Count: 1,362 Tags: fluff, kissing, high honor Arthur

A/n: This is an anon request gone off the rails because I can't write less than 1000 words for some reason 😅. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

P.S I understand and respect Mary, so I hope I did her justice here.

Resumption: The act of starting something again after it has been paused or interrupted. It implies a continuation of an activity, process, or state that was temporarily halted.

Traveling with your found family brought you back to this place you had long tried to forget. All that time ago, you left without much of a choice, pushing you straight into the clutches of the Van Der Linde gang. While the landscape had changed a bit, the people hadn't. Despite you remembering their faces, no one truly recognized yours.

You didn't blame them; you tried hard to forget them all, but being so close to everything again brought painful memories to the surface. This country somberly reminded you of loved ones passed on, desperate acts of survival, and a heartbreak that left you wanting to burn it all to the ground. You thought you could handle a simple supply run, but the longer you stayed in town, the harder you had to fight the affliction coming to a boil within you.

But every time you wanted to flee, the presence of a broad-shouldered, fearless cowboy kept you grounded. Arthur had sensed your uneasiness the second you hit town and made it his mission to protect you. You felt his touch for every minute of your trip, him keeping a hand on the small of your back as you gathered supplies and ordered from the catalog. He only turned his back on you to load the wagon while you hovered nearby.

A stagecoach stopped abruptly at the train station across the road. You didn't think much of it until you caught sight of a woman with child being helped out the side of the coach. She was clad in the fanciest day dress you'd ever seen, and her grandiloquent hat probably cost more than every piece of clothing you owned. Your body reacted before your mind did, your stomach dropping to the lowest pits of your being and your heart's rhythm multiplying by two.

The memory of her had engrained itself in you, etched deep in your brain. Yet, her role in your past was unclear at the moment, too clouded by the whirlwind of your life for you to put your finger on it. Arthur noticed your forlornness, stopping his task to look between you and the woman now disappearing into the train station.

"You alright? You know her?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but as the carriage drove away, it revealed a man in a dapper suit carrying luggage, his face no older than the day you left. You jolted like someone had doused you in cold water. Arthur came to the rescue, putting a calming, steadying hand on your back, but you were too distracted by the man you almost married once to notice. The phantom from your past blinked slowly with sad eyes, then turned his back and followed the woman inside.

Her identity gelled in your memory finally; she was the high-society woman he left you for. A time ago, your eyes would've shined with tears, but besides the initial shock of seeing ghosts, you felt a whole lot of nothing.

"You okay?" Arthur asked, breaking you from your trance. You were because you knew you'd never have to experience such heartbreak again. You just nodded, wanting to get as far away from this place as possible.

After things settled down for the night, Arthur whisked you away to a hilltop clearing, starting a fire and throwing a relaxed arm around you. He popped open a bottle of whiskey, had a sip, and passed it to you. His uneasy glance felt hot on your cheek, and you knew what was coming.

Scratching his beard, he spoke, unsure of himself, "so, that feller earlier…" His voice trailed off, the courage he had to ask leaving him as quickly as it came. Arthur hadn't pressed the issue of the brief encounter in town, trying hard to give you space. But his insecurity had gotten the best of him. You took a long swig from the glass bottle and shook your head, focusing on the ground.

"Somebody I really cared about once. Not so much anymore."

He didn't respond for a while, searching for the right words; he chuckled then settled on them, "he seemed real polished." You appreciated Arthur's mockery for once, his toothy grin lightening the mood.

"Oh, he is." You paused, eyes still focused down, eyebrows crinkling together. "Back then, I was doing what I could to survive, doing some things I'm not proud of, but he saw me. He saw me for me for me, invited me into his home, and cared for me.

Arthur scooted in closer, squeezing you into him. Talking about the past wasn't something either of you did much of. Yet, here you were, trusting him to carry some of the weight with you. It all left him feeling grateful and undeserving. You continued, "his daddy was a banker, and he follwed in his footsteps. They had money, a lot of it. His folks didn't think I was good enough, and then he made his choice. Found a girl who was more up to his standards, I guess. I loved him, and I thought he loved me. And maybe he did, but not enough."

You exhaled big when it all came out. Arthur laughed dryly, his eyes clouded over and focused off into the distance.

"I know all about that." You passed the whiskey back to him, and he accepted the silent cue, ready for his turn to open up.

"Had a girl that loved me once, Mary." The camp girls had whispered her name here and there, and even Grimshaw had commented that she liked you better than the last one. Many stories were told about her, and you weren't sure which ones were exaggerated for dramatic effect. None of it mattered, though. You trusted Arthur more than you'd ever trusted anybody and loved him enough to not only think of yourself in his rare moment of vulnerability.

"She was a fine woman. I can't bring myself to say anything bad about her, but her family, though…" he drew out a long, low whistle and started talking again. "I couldn't change, and well, maybe she did love me, but it just wasn't enough for us, either."

You took your turn to comfort him now, shifting positions to put your arms around his torso and lay your head on his chest. He hugged you back, resting his chin on your head.

"Didn't think love was for me. Was okay with that for a while. Then.—" vibrations from his chest tickled your ear as he laughed, "then Hosea and Dutch met this spitfire in the saloon and brought her back to camp. Said she was counting cards and scamming drunk fellers out of their money. The girl didn't even own a pair of shoes, but damn, was she sharp as a razor, and gorgeous. After a while, she had me thinking a lot about love again."

All that desperation seemed eons away now. Before Hosea and Dutch came along, you didn't know how you'd survive. Survival was the only thing on your mind; you didn't have time for anything else. Then, you met Arthur and knew it would all be alright again. Pulling away, you raised an eyebrow at him, grinning because you already knew the answer to the question you were about to ask.

"If that Mary girl came calling, would you go back?"

He grabbed you by the chin and spoke before he pulled your lips to his, "Hush woman. Can't you see I'm trying to be romantic? Yer my woman and yer stuck with me now. Ain't nobody for me, but you."

You kissed him for a long while, feeling his lips curving upwards. You pulled away and saw that all-so-familiar shit-eating grin creeping up on his face.

"What is it now, Arthur Morgan?"

"A banker, really?" he'd asked, his chipped tooth flashing under his lips, "I'm gonna try real hard not to hold that against you."

And then you threw your head back and laughed. Nobody made you laugh as hard as he did. And nobody else’s lips, hands, or body moved so perfectly in sync with yours. You were made for each other; you knew that for certain.

[michibap]

actually chewing through my blankets over ted’s soccer gf and schlatt’s hockey gf.

please give me more

i crave it ( i really love ur works, im not crazy i promise )

Schlatt and Ted dealing with their respective gfs getting injured

TW: injury?, doctors

this was fun to write :)

have fun w your soggy blanket, dearest anon

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Schlatt:

-schlatt likes his women bloody

-this we know.

-however, him enjoying the view whenever you get a little bloodied up is SIGNIFICANTLY different from actually watching the process of getting there

-the first time he saw you, you had blood streaming down your face

-and that shit had him acting different

-quite literally changed his brain chemistry

-the first time he saw you actually take a hit, however?

-actually traumatizing

-he didn't take it very well at ALL.

-in his defense, it was pretty fuckin gnarly

-you had been on defense and managed to lift an opposing player's stick to get the puck back in your team's possession

-and you were flying across the ice, rushing to get to the opposing team's net

-schlatt is out of his seat, loudly cheering as he jumps up and down, not really caring that he's spilling popcorn on the ground and on the people next to him

-but it's like time shifts into slow motion when a player from the opposite team comes rushing at you, head on

-the cheering from the crowd all fades out, replaced by a high pitch ringing

-you don't have time to brace for the hit, and she ducks low, taking out your legs

-the velocity at which you collide is strong enough that your legs fly into the air for a moment, and you catch air before colliding with the ice

-your left shoulder takes the brunt of it, hitting the ice first with a sickening *pop* before the rest of you follows, hitting the ground with so much force your helmet comes flying off, skittering off to the side

-he watches you try to recover and fail, trying to push yourself up off the ice but collapsing back onto it with a wince and a curse

-but on the second try you're up, pushing yourself up off your right arm and rushing the player who hit you, roughly shoving her with your good arm

-but just as you manage to get her helmet off for a proper brawl, you're being pulled away by refs and,

-.... is that a fucking paramedic?

-and with that, all of the noise fades back in at full volume

-although he can hardly hear it over the pounding of his heart

-he watches, frozen in place as the referees and a couple of paramedics try to wrangle you onto a stretcher, just barely able to hear your angry shouting as you put up a fight

-he's finally locks back in, realizing he's the only one standing now,

-dumbly looking around at all of the spectators who were now giving him weird looks

-and without another thought

-he's off, rushing to follow where the paramedics are taking you, mumbling apologies to angry audience members as he climbs over them

-he knows he's close when he can hear your (very obviously pissed) voice echoing down the hallway that acts as an entrance to the arena for players

-he peaks around the corner and sees your jersey on the ground

-and your gloves a little farther ahead

-as a matter of fact, there's a small trail of your gear

-his eyes follow to where it leads, finding a small crowd of referees and the school's paramedics, along with your coach

-all surrounding you, where you're sat up on the stretcher, which is now on the ground

-it's clear that you were meant to be in the locker room, but had put up enough of a fight that they had to put you back on the ground in the middle of the hallway

-he's finally able to decipher some of the conversation as he walks closer, unsure if he was supposed to be there or not

"Ma'am please, you have to wait for the paramedics-"

"Paramedics?" he hears your coach repeat, bewildered

-and he finally gets close enough to get a glance of where you're seated on the floor and holding your shoulder

-stripped of all of your gear from the waist up, left in nothing but a sweaty tank top

-(lord have mercy)

-he rakes his eyes over you, trying to figure out what the fuck happened, admittedly a little distracted by all the flushed skin that was on display

-but some of the confusion clears up when he hears your voice

"For a dislocated shoulder? You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." you snarl

-with the additional context, his eyes shoot back to your strong shoulders

-and watches as a paramedic grabs your wrist to drag your hand away from where it was cupping your left shoulder

-and his stomach drops to his ass upon seeing it bent unnaturally out of place

"Just get that shit relocated and I'll be back on the ice like nothing."

-he hears your coach laugh as both exasperated paramedics try to explain why that's not a good idea

-you're clearly not paying attention, rolling your eyes and looking anywhere else

-pausing when you see your boyfriend's pale face hovering over one of the paramedic's shoulders

-he watches your lips curl into another snarl as you use your good arm to motion at him

"And why the fuck is *he* here?"

-every face in the room turns to him and stare dumbly

-and he stares right back, frozen, eyes darting from the coach, to the paramedics, to you

"Uhhh, I-"

"Get him the fuck out of here!" you snap

-that seems to snap every one else out of their daze, one of the paramedics and the coach both turn to him and begin to try leading him out

-but his eyes are trained on you

-without three people to make sure you remain on the stretcher, you're pushing yourself up off of the ground on your good arm

-the single paramedic left to watch you is frantically trying to stop you,

"Ma'am, please- You have to- Nonononono-"

-but you're already up

-and he watches with wide eyes as you use your good hand to grab your left upper arm

-you give it a slight twist, followed by a firm push

-and it goes silent again when the sound of the resulting sickly *crunch* permeates throughout the hallway

-and you're shimmying your shoulders with a relieved sigh

-as everyone else looks on in horror

-nobody moves to stop you as you make your way back into the arena, picking up the trail of gear and putting it back on as you go

-you clap him on the shoulder with a smug grin as you waltz past where he was standing, along with the paramedic and the coach who were trying to remove him

"Thanks, babe."

-and with a final wink and a rogue smile over your shoulder

-you're back on the ice like nothing

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Ted:

-listen

-it's not that ted *doesn't* like coming to your games

-he loves being there to support you and the rest of the girls!

-and with the combination of the excited energy from the team and the stands being filled with eager spectators, you guys should be in for a good game

-key word being: should

-but ted just Cannot relax for the life of him

-on the bus ride to the game, he couldn't keep his leg from anxiously bouncing, occasionally glancing to you when he couldn't help himself any more

-and while admittedly, you look great in uniform

-you shouldn't be in it

-and he, along with a medical professional, had both told you that

-you took a pretty hard blow to the head during practice not even a week ago, and when ted dragged your ass to campus Health Services Office, you were diagnosed with a mild concussion

-key word for you: mild

-key word for ted: concussion

-this,, difference in opinion had led to a few heated arguments in the days leading up to the game

-but it ultimately ended with you on the field

-you and coach had made the decision based upon the fact that the game's outcome would heavily impact the rest of the season

-and while he wasn't happy with it,

-he'd be damned if he wasn't there to support you and the team

-so now, he's anxiously bouncing his leg on the sidelines

-adjusting the focus on his camera every few seconds just so he could have something to focus on other than his worry for you

-but even subconsciously, he still sought you out

-he watched on the small screen of the camera as the picture went from distorted and fuzzy before refocusing

-and when it does

-ted sees you

-looking up at him from where you're huddled with the rest of the team

-he resists the urge to scowl when you send him a reassuring smile, instead opting to pretend he didn't see it and turning to tucker to entertain him

-he doesn't see you purse your lips when he doesn't acknowledge you

-but you'll be fine

-call it a taste of your own medicine.

-and as upset and anxious as ted was, he could admit that you and coach were right

-the team needed you

-it's been an incredibly intense game, with the two teams having neck and neck for the entirety of it

-the game's gone into overtime, the end growing and closer and closer with each passing second

-however, the two teams are still tied

-everyone is exhausted, having spent the majority of the game racing from one side of the field to the other, neither of the teams able to score a goal on the other

-the team is huddled, silent except for the sound of panting and whatever inspirational bullshit the coach is spitting that nobody is listening to

-after a few minutes, coach gives up and breaks the huddle, allowing the team to rest up for the remainder of their short break

-ted's brows furrow when he sees the coach stop you from walking away with the rest of the team with a hand on your shoulder

-the two of you have a brief, seemingly intense conversation which ends with you giving the coach a solemn nod

-and before ted has the chance to ask what the plan is, you guys r getting back on the field

-you probably wouldn't have told him anyways

-the round begins with the opposing team taking the corner as your team defends

-ted gulps when he sees the winger that had been giving the team hell for most of the game takes the corner, and sees some of the girls deflate when she steps up

-he steels himself for the demoralizing bus ride home as he watches the winger get a running start before kicking the ball with everything she had

-the crowd goes silent as the ball sails through the air, aimed right for the net

-but before it has the chance to cross the line designating the goal area,

-you hop up

-pushing off of one of your teammates shoulders to catch some more air

-and take the ball right to the face

-everything moves at the speed of light from that point on

-one of your players gets the ball back into your team's possession after it bounces off of your face, and manages a nearly miraculous pass to one of your middle fielders, who from there, is able to bring it home

-the crowd goes wild, coach laughing elatedly as she throws her clipboard into the air, tucker is jumping up and down, loudly cheering as he shakes ted's shoulders

-but ted is far too caught up on you to join in on the celebrations

-you didn't move after taking the ball to the head,

-you stood in place, lightly swaying side to side as you try to recover

-when you hear the crowd roar, and watch your teammates elatedly jump into one another's arms, it takes a moment to register that you've won

-ted watches from the sidelines as you try to shake it off before breaking into a light jog to meet the rest of the team on the other side of the field

-you only make it about ten strides before collapsing to the turf

-and you don't remember much after that

-ted, on the other hand, very much does

-and you WILL be receiving an "I told you so" later on

-but for now, ted is shooting up out of his seat and running onto the field

-tucker gives him a strange look when he runs in a direction that isn't toward the rest of the celebrating team

-before following ted's gaze, and seeing you on the ground

"Oh shit!"

-the next time you come to, it's to a paramedic shining a light into your eye,

"What the fuck?" you mumble, batting the light away and trying to sit up, until a large hand gently pushes you back to the ground, followed by a comforting, deep voice

"Not yet, sweetheart"

-from that point on, ted takes on the role of personal nurse (alongside his previously assigned role of team camboy)

-when the two of you finally get back to campus after your impromptu hospital trip, ted insists he comes back to the dorm with you

-because he's going to make damn sure that you stay awake for the next 14 hours, as the doctor instructed

-he tries to treat it like a movie night, setting you up all comfy on the couch with lots of pillows and blankets and snacks

-i have a headcanon that soccer!gf is very like,, disconnected from pop culture (this is a nice way of saying victorian child-core), so he takes this chance to show you every movie that he's said you "need" to see

-you remind him that you shouldn't be looking at any screens for an extended period of time and he sighs, before insisting that the two of you listen to a scary audiobook to keep you awake

-so the two of you sit cuddled up on the couch for 14 hours listening to a steven king novel

-when you finally are allowed to sleep, he sticks around so he can make sure you're up every three hours

-it's more him jumping when he hears the alarm, grumbling and shutting it off before gently waking you up either by pinching your cheek or smushing a bunch of obnoxious kisses to your face (he does this when he decides he's less mad at you)

-you pretend not to revel in the princess treatment

-and he's content to let you roll your eyes and grumble as he babies you bc he knows u love it

[azzibuckets]

I think Azzi gets a lot of pushback because she’s been injured almost her entire college career and hasn’t been a factor at UCONN yet. I’m not surprised casual fans don’t know her because why would they? Harping on someone’s high school stats is lame and frankly irrelevant.

She’s, what 22 now? I don’t get why ppl say she’s the best shooter in the country like what are y’all basing that on? Stats from 2019? IG shorts? Cmon. Hopefully she’s stay healthy and have a great season but don’t act like ppl not getting on their knees for a player who hasn’t been relevant in years is weird. If she wasn’t connected to Paige none of y’all would be on her like this.

“casual fans” of what? paige? uconn? wcbb? bc if ur a fan of any of them then you would definitely know azzi fudd.

talking ab hs stats when in college azzi dropped 32 points against a #3 and #10 ranked school in one week (62% fg against #3) then proceeded to drop 24 (22 in the second half) against iowa the following week to turn the game around and win

curry the best shooter of all time gets on his knees to sing praises for azzi lmfaoo so idk where you’re getting this superiority complex from ?? calling azzi “irrelevant” because she hasn’t been able to play due to injury reeks of jealousy. was paige irrelevant her junior year when she couldn’t play due to her acl? or literally any other basketball player who can’t play bc they’re injured? it’s something out of their control but they’re still working their asses off in rehab to get back on the court again, and they do not give a fuck whether or not u still think they’re relevant

geno himself has basically given azzi and only azzi to shoot the ball whenever she wants. he has full faith in azzi has a shooter, and if a coach that’s won 11 nattys and coached stewie, diana, maya, etc has full faith in azzi u best believe that i do too

anon come back when azzi starts balling against during szn and let’s have this talk again!!

[mayasdeluca]

ACA here hi!

Imo:

Either there’s gonna be another spin off of Greys/Station 19 or maybe some characters are going to 911

Unless they have some other ideas for a new show but I doubt it….

Hi ACA

You really think they're going to do another spin-off related to either show? It sounds like they are trying to get rid of it altogether and S19 is just the first step...with Ryan Murphy and his shows taking over. It would be interesting if some characters went over to 911 but that seems pretty complicated since it's different universes/showrunners/etc...it would be different if it was the same like 911/Lone Star. I wouldn't be surprised if they put Ben back on Grey's though permanently.

[blues824]

But Mc having the holidays blues like really bad(I have them especially since I moves out, and live with roommates) it gets depressing, so instead of the Mc(reader) going with one of the students they go with the teachers and spend the holidays with them at their home!

Thanks for turning on anon! 🙇‍♀️💗

No problem!

You requested: Holiday Blues (slight pun because of my name lol)

Dire Crowley

His apartment was rather depressing, shrouded in black and darker colors. However, you help him decorate appropriately for the holidays. He makes you hot chocolate because he is just so kind, and he is definitely the kind of person to use his magic to lift you up so that you could place the star on the top of the tree.

This man acts like he did so much work, letting out a huge sigh as he sits down on his couch with a loud, dad-like groan. You rolled your eyes before taking his empty mug and washing it in the sink. While you’re doing that, he sneaks off to grab a present, and he slides it onto the counter when he comes back. It had your name in metallic ink, and was written in matte black wrapping paper.

Inside was a small golden locket key chain, and the sentimentality of it was what brought you to tears. You hadn’t received a present in a while, and so tears fell as you kind of just leaned into his shoulder. He didn’t really know what to do, so he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and patted your back gently, and you just cried softly.

Divus Crewel

If anyone was more likely to take you in like he would a child to help you feel better about the holiday season, it would be this man. You would spend a lot of time with him, shopping and wrapping gifts for the other staff members. He makes sure to keep you distracted so that you have no time to mope about and wallow in self-pity, even if that’s all you want to do.

You help him decorate his apartment as well, and each ornament he has belongs in the color-theme he selected for this year, which was black, white, gold, and a splash of red. He, too, used his magic to lift you up so that you could place it on top of the tree. This is also a time where you learned that Professor Crewel preferred to remain well-dressed even in the comfort of his own home.

When he gave you your present, it had a well-written card on it. He told you how proud he was of you and how far you had come, and you didn’t even get to the gift itself before you started crying. He opened his arms to you, and you ran into them, sniffling your tears away. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head to comfort you, holding you as a moment of silence took hold.

Ashton Vargas

His apartment was… unique. His living room didn’t have a couch, but rather was a gym itself, despite the apartment complex having a gym. He claimed that they didn’t have the equipment he needed, and he kept you on an exercise regimen during your stay ‘so that you wouldn’t slack off.’ In reality, he didn’t know what to do about your seasonal depression, but he knows exercise can help, and he offers to exercise alongside you.

There’s not a lot of room to put up a tree, so you instead decorate the equipment stands, and you place the gifts that you wrap onto the treadmill that he owns. His kitchen has a few holiday-themed things, and you put lights on top of his cabinets so that the lights will shine onto the walls. It was simple, but it worked and spirited the place a bit more.

Coach’s gift to you was a few gift cards to a few different places in the town below NRC, as he didn’t know what you or Grim would have liked. He freaks out when you start crying, but you say, through sobs, that it was from being grateful. It had been a while since you saw someone as a family figure, and you were glad that he was the one.

Mozus Trein

When he had invited you to his house for the holidays, you were low-key kind of expecting a dungeon. Lo and behold, it was a small but warm and welcoming house. You met his two daughters, and they were very happy to meet you. They became your older sisters, in a sense, with how quickly they accepted you as their family.

A tree was decorated in the corner of the living room, and everyone sat gathered. Presents were passed out, and you were going about in a circle, unwrapping one present each. You were aware that you would be meeting your professor’s daughters, so you made sure to get them some gift cards, as you did not want to show up empty-handed. Trein told you that they would understand, but you were pretty adamant.

Eventually, it got to you, and you unwrapped the one from Mozus, him looking at you with an amused look. Inside of it were a few books to read in your free time that reminded him of you, and each of them had a message that he wrote within them. One of those messages was detailing how proud he was to call you one of his students, and that Lucius even liked you, and you wrapped your arms around him and started crying. He returned the favor, hugging you as though you were his child, and your newfound sisters joined in on the hug as well. Family hug.

Sam

He didn’t go home for the holidays, and opted to stay at the Shop because there were students who still needed things. That being said, he did invite you to celebrate in the shop with him. He’s kind of like your cousin with how close you two were. Anyway, you decided to help him decorate the shop appropriately, as it was feeling a bit dull in there. Lights lined the corners of the walls and the edges of the shelves, making it more festive.

The back of the shop looked similar, but there was a tree back there as well. His friends on the other side helped him decorate it, as well as you and Grim. It had a bunch of different colors, but it was able to portray the different personalities between the multitude of you. You smiled with nostalgia lining your lips at the star on top, and you had a feeling you were going to make it through this season unscathed.

Sam could tell that this time of year was hard on you, and it wouldn’t do any good for his little imp if they were to feel horrible by themselves. He didn’t really like this season either, but it brought in a bunch of sales, so he wasn’t going to complain. He would just invite you over to the shop so that you both could suffer together, and that suffering turned into joy as you joke around with each other while decorating.

[mack-devereaux]

Hiii i wanna ask if ya can write something with Vince? Maybe him getting into a fight (so hot i love it) and hin hurting his wrist are something? And reader taking care of him afterwards. Plleeaassee

Vince Dunn

Omg this is my first request!! I’m so sorry it took so long! Also check out my other fic about Vince. I think they have a similar vibe. But This has no relation to that one. I had so much fun writing this. Just a reminder this is a work of fiction and my imagination, this is not based on true events. Thank you to the anon who requested!

Picture is from Pinterest, no triggers except for cursing and mentions of blood. I think that’s it! Enjoy!

When Vince first moved to Seattle he was excited. This was a brand new team and he had more opportunities to make a name for himself as one of the more aggressive defensemen in the NHL. He had always had a temper on the ice, even in his early days in high school and in the OHL, and he was good at running his mouth. He was always respectful to the medical training staff and the coaching staff, he never took his anger or frustration out on the people who helped him get back on the ice.

Did he cause the fights on purpose? Maybe.

Was he mad about being hauled into the cute medical trainers office to get patched up? Absolutely not. He enjoyed talking with y/n and getting to know her a bit better.

Did he cause fights just to see her? No, he truly has a passion for the sport, he just sometimes got a little too involved with the banter sometimes. However a perk to all this was those few minutes alone with y/n. Although she never really spoke to him much outside of work and was always very quiet he knew how passionate she was about her job. No matter what she was always so attentive to the injury and informative about what she was doing to help said injured player.

Y/n loved the energy of the home games, she typically didn’t get to travel very much with the team, only to close games, but something about the atmosphere of home games had her just buzzing with energy. Most of the time she got to watch the game from the tunnels, it was the perfect spot to see most of the game and it was easy to drag injured players back to the locker room to tend to the injuries. Tonight’s game was a home game against the Colorado Avalanche again, a team known to get the Kraken a little riled up. Just the week prior Vince had gotten himself into quite the scrum and ended up with a cut on his nose while playing against the Avalanche.

*flashback to a week prior*

Y/n was sitting in the medical room at Ball Arena, going through the medical kits organizing some of the supplies. She had heard the roar of the crowd and immediately knew there was a fight that happened. Shortly after that, the third period had ended. Hearing the players stomping down the tunnel shouting and cheering she already knew who was headed her direction.

“Vince..” y/n sighed pulling all her medical supplies back out.

“Don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me” Vince chirped at the girl.

“You’re gonna have some serious damage to your nose if you don’t stop” y/n said as she was washing her hands and throwing her gloves on “I’m surprised you don’t have a permanent scar from how many times I’ve seen it busted”.

“That just means you are doing a great job babe. I’ve got you to thank for keeping me looking good” Vince smiles.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned around trying to hide her blush. Knowing this was the exact reason as to why she fell for him. He was just so charming. He knew exactly what to say and that’s why she could never date him. That and the fact that she technically worked for the same organization as him. Were they coworkers? No, but surely it was still frowned upon. At least that’s what she told herself anyway. As she was cleaning off the blood from his nose she caught herself admiring him. He truly was one of the most beautiful people she’s ever laid eyes on. Once the bleeding stopped she checked for other injuries, and sent him to be with the rest of the team.

“Promise me you’ll keep out of trouble for at least the next week” she called to him as he walked away.

“For you? Never.” He added with a wink.

*present*

Five minutes left in the third period and y/n had gotten to watch maybe 10 minutes total of the game. Partially because she didn’t like seeing Vince fight much, and because the players definitely kept her busy. This was probably the most bloody noses and knuckles she had tended to in her entire career. Normally the crowd goes crazy and encourages fights, and she definitely enjoyed that. But for some reason she couldn’t stomach seeing Vince getting hurt. I guess she had Cupids arrow to thank for that. After a few more minutes gloves went flying, curse words were being yelled and the crowd went wild. Reluctantly she looked over in front of the players bench and Vince had thrown a Colorado player on his back.

“Oh for fucks sake Vince” she muttered under her breath.

“You got him or do you want me to take care of him this time” the head medical trainer asked y/n chuckling and shaking his head.

Y/n looked across the ice as Vince and the Avalanche player got tossed in their respective sin bins, she sees that Vince has his helmet off and is holding his wrist.

“I think he hurt his wrist, do you see him messing with it?” y/n points to Vince.

“I’ll take a look when we get back there but I’m sure he’s fine. I think you can handle it after that” the trainer says as they walk back to the locker room.

After the game y/n was in her office waiting for Vince, it had been nearly 40 minutes since the game ended. What was taking him so long? She knew Coach had told him to stop by after their after game meetings and interviews. While she was waiting she decided to tidy up and clean a bit. As she was cleaning her desk she found the puck that Vince had signed and gave to her earlier that year.

*flashback to late last season*

Y/n was standing behind the players bench. It was the last home game for the season, then they were headed into playoffs. Looking onto the ice she watched the players warm up and interact with fans. Vince was watching y/n as he was skating in circles, getting a boost of confidence he picked up a puck and signed it with a note. Smirking he passed by and shouted “hey y/n! Catch!”

Panicking y/n shot both of her hands in front of her face as the head medical trainer caught the puck before it smacked her in the face.

“Really Dunn?!” Y/n shouted.

Vince grinned and skated off, shaking her head she looked at the puck she noticed it said “hey pretty girl” with his signature. Blushing she shoved it in her pocket before she could get scolded.

“Oh he’s so got it bad for you” the trainer said.

“Leave the chirping to the players would you” y/n muttered “besides it’s not like I can date him anyway.”

“Technically…”

“Don’t tempt me” y/n sighed “my heart can’t handle the heartbreak that comes with that one.” She continued to watch him skate around and talk to his teammates with a huge smile on his face.

*back to present*

Y/n smiled at the memory. Not knowing she wasn’t alone, because of course Vince would walk in at that very moment. Leaning up against the doorframe Vince coughed snapping her back to reality.

“My God Vince, now you choose to be quiet? You scared me” y/n shoved the puck back into the drawer.

“I’ll make sure to knock next time” he softly smiled. He totally saw that she still had the puck and it definitely boosted his ego.

“Let me see your wrist” y/n said.

“It’s fine” he muttered.

“If it’s fine let me double check then” y/n challenged.

Vince walked over and sat down on the bench in her office, while reluctantly holding his wrist out. He watched her face as she examined his wrist.

“I think if we wrap it for tonight and tomorrow you should be fine, but the swelling needs to go down significantly before you play again. I’ll clear you for practice but you have to be easy on your arm for the next few days” y/n said as she was grabbing the necessary supplies.

“Thank you for taking care of me y/n, I’m sorry for fighting” Vince whispered.

She smiled at him as she sat down and started wrapping his wrist. Knowing full well that he was watching her face closely the entire time.

“I’ll walk you to your car” Vince said.

“I’d appreciate that, thank you” y/n said as she turned back to him after putting the supplies away. With yet another boost of confidence Vince grabbed her by the waist and pulled her face to his and kissed her, she immediately kissed him back. The kiss was short and sweet. Electricity shot through her body and she felt as if she was on fire. After pulling away y/n whispered “we should go.” Neither of them saying anything as they left the arena. Vince was feeling defeated for the first time in a long time, why hadn’t she said anything? Did he over step? Did he make her uncomfortable? A million more discouraging thoughts ran through his head. Him not knowing she was in shock and on cloud nine all at once. Y/n unlocked her car and opened the door. Before she got in she turned to Vince and pulled his face to hers and slammed her lips onto his. Vince cockily smiled into he kiss and pulled her into him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes they both pulled away, breathing heavy and trying to get as close as possible to each other.

“Thank you for walking me to my car Vince.”

“Let me know when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[blossominghunnie]

𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Pairing: Anton x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, headcannons + imagines

Warning: None

Request: Yes

Notes: It took me so so long but here it is, hope you like it anon and ty for requesting. :)

• He would be the type to shyly initiate affection.

You were preparing dinner, a simple but tasty sandwich, one for you and one for your boyfriend, when you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist.

You smiled and turned your head to look at the redhead.

“Hi.” He said softly, with red cheeks.

“Hi, my love.” You kissed his cheek and smiled.

He blushed deeper and hold you closer, hiding his head on your neck. Making you giggle and ruffle his hair.

• Always has an arm wrapped around you, no matter the situation.

• When he’s tired or has a rough day, he would cuddle you.

You were reading a book on your iPad, sitting on the coach when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hi, baby.” You spoke when Anton’s footsteps were approaching.

“Hi, honey.” He replied and threw himself next to you, placing his head on your lap, cuddling closer to your stomach.

“Rough day at work?” You asked as you closed your device and play with his hair.

“Yeah.” He replied softly.

You kept playing with his hair while he pulled you closer by the waist.

• When you’re in public, he’s always holding your pinky.

• Shy smiles from across the room

You were attending one of the many end of the year awards with your group. You were a huge multistan so you loved seeing everyone’s performances.

All through the night, you kept stealing glances at Anton and smiling shyly, him doing the same. No one but your groups knew of the two of you dating, so in order to avoid scandals, you had to be careful.

He loved seeing you happy and excited, he thought you were so cute and looked too pretty.

Because of that he had a huge smile all night, making fans wonder what had him acting like that.

• Clingy as hell at night, he can’t sleep without holding you.

• He always knows what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling just by looking at your expressions.

You were at the after party of the AAA where only idols and actors were allowed. You were talking to some of your friends when an actor, a little bit older than you, came to your group and started talking to you, specifically flirting.

Anton was laughing at something Sohee said, not that far away from his girlfriend. He turned to look at you and saw the scene. By the look on your face, you were uncomfortable, he could tell by your body language and your smile.

“I’ll be right back.” He told his friends and strutted towards you.

He bowed when your friends noticed him and came a little bit closer to talk to you.

“Hi Y/n, can I speak to you for a moment? It’s pretty urgent.” He asked softly ignoring the guy.

“Yeah, sure Anton.” You smiled at him gratefully. “I’ll be right back.” You told the tall male who looked quite annoyed that you were getting stolen like that.

You walked away to a less crowded spot.

“Thank you, babe.” You spoke and took his hand. “You’re my hero.”

He blushed. “No problem, sweetie.”

• Loves giving you kisses on the nose.

• Blushes furiously every time his friends tease him about you.

• He’s down so bad it’s adorable.

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[erina-writes-headcanons]

Himuro Tatsuya, Hanamiya Makoto, and Aomine Daiki Dating Headcannons

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Hello, there Anon. This is for the Dating Headcannons after you ask the Jealous Headcannons! I hope you like the final result and I'm sorry if there might be some OOC characters.

Gender: Neutral Warning: None except a few profanities

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Himuro Tatsuya - Yōsen Academy High School

Can be affectionate but not too much in public. He prefers holding your hand or just a simple kiss on the forehead but once you two are back. He would love to give you a cuddle and give you tiny pecks.

He also likes a human version of a backpack, you forget to bring something? He already has the stuff inside of the pocket of his pants. (For example, you forgot to bring your lotion? It's already in his pocket and ready to give it to you).

A gentleman, he does not believe in fifty-fifty. He would pay for the meals and the drinks if you two decide to go to the restaurant or to the cafe together.

Very caring, if you are sick or injured. He already prepared the bandages and the antiseptic to clean your wounds or a painkiller or any other medicine if you are sick that day.

Tons of woman are going to be jealous of you and would be glaring dagger back at you because you have a hot boyfriend who cares about you and they wishes that they have a boyfriend like him.

A good listener, he would listen to you every rent even if you are making fun of someone or even if he doesn't really understand the topic (but he tries to give the best answer).

(Imma say this-) Senpai in the street but hentai in the sheet. His innocent looks always fool you because he acts like he hasn't just said something that made you red and would put on an innocent smile when someone is speaking to him.

Rarely gets mad at you because he knows he's the type who's angry, he would say hurtful things so it's better to give some space for him when he is in a bad mood.

Always had his poker face on so it was going to be hard to decipher his emotion so you had to learn. When he's angry, he usually has a more stern tone but when he is normal, he would use a softer tone around you.

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On a sunny afternoon, the sun goes down after it is in the highest spot in the sky and burns everyone with its heat. In the hall of the Yōsen school, a person with (H/C) hair colour with (H/L) hair length, (E/C) eye colour, and (S/C) skin colour standing near the locker of the school.

(Y/N) glances around as your eyes look for the certain prince charming. The two of you had been busy with all of the homework and the projects that were given by the lecturer and (Y/N) along with the prince charming had missed each other so much that they decided to hang out after his basketball practice.

Sighing in boredom, (Y/N)'s eyes would keep shifting between the hallway of the school and then the screen on her/his/their phone. "(Y/N)-san?" You hear a familiar sound calling your name. Glancing up, the stunning gave an apologetic smile to you for making you wait. "Were you waiting for me? I'm really sorry for making you wait. Coach Masako told us to clean up after our practice," Himuto said. "It's okay, at least you were just a little bit late. Not bailing out on our date," (Y/N) smiles and closes her/his/their eyes.

His fingers gently intertwined between your fingers and gently pulling you closer to him. Your cheeks change from the (S/C) and turn into a red hue, his little gesture is adorable. "I'm not sure if you had your lunch or not but if you have. I know a great place that sells tasty sweets," the shooting guard of Yōsen said. "Oh, don't worry. I already ate. Where are you going to bring me?" You ask. "It's a surprise," he places his finger on your lips, teasing you as he put on his innocent smile.

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Just like a gentleman, the captain of Yōsen player pushes the glass door open to let you get inside. The ambience of the pastry shop was comforting, the floor was made out of Mahogany wood planks and the wall had a picture of a Victorian old city along with an old phonograph placed next to the cupboard that was full of beautiful decorated mugs.

(Y/N) is amazed by the sight of the pastry, its warm and inviting display creating a cozy atmosphere. Entranced by the delicious array before them, Himuro gently takes (Y/N)'s hands. "You should see the sweets this pastry has. I think they have your favourite dessert," Himuro told you. (Y/N) nods in agreement, captivated by the words of the pasty has your favourite dessert, and follows Himuro to the cashier.

At the cashier, (Y/N) gazes at the dessert menu, their/her/his eyes lighting up with joy upon finding the name of the treat you desires. Sensing (Y/N)'s excitement, Himuro glances at the cashier. "Excuse me, ma'am. I would like a plate of (Favorite Dessert) and pretzels. How much would it be?" Himuro asks the old woman in front of him. "Alright, that will be ¥858.00," The cashier confirms the couple.

Before (Y/N) could retrieve her/his/their wallet, Himuro swiftly took out his phone and activated the camera to scan the barcode for payment. A surprised (Y/N) watches as Himuro pays for the desserts, a gesture that catches them/him/her off guard.

You had intended to split the cost, willing to share the expense and not burden your boyfriend. "Himuro-san, it's okay. I can pay for myself," you told him, feeling a sense of guilt for not wanting to burden him with the entire expense. Himuro gazes at (Y/N) with a gentle smile, shaking his head as he reassures, "It's okay, (Y/N)-san. Besides, I asked you to hang out with me, so it is only fair that I pay for our date,"

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Hanamiya Makoto

Aren't affectionate unless he wants to brag you in front of his teammate. He wants to rub in everyone's faces that he has a hot S/O and the rest are still single.

A tease and also a sadist, he likes to degrade you and makes fun of you but he won't hurt you that bad since you are his S/O. Also, won't apologize unless he saw you cry and he would begrudgingly apologize for hurting you.

If you don't like Dark jokes and creepy jokes. I'm sorry but he won't be good for you because the only thing that can make him laugh genuinely and think it's funny are dark and creepy jokes.

Be careful how you act, he is observant so if you lie. He already knew that you were lying to him and he would investigate the truth without you knowing it.

Do you want him to be less asshole to you? The answer is simple, bribe him with dark chocolate (Not always working, this only works if you want him to teach you when you two study). He loves them.

Actually, if you know how to banter around and aren't sensitive. You would most likely see him actually joking around with you, he can be pretty funny but he only shows it to certain people.

It's canon that he likes idiotic s/o because he could manipulate them BUT that's how are you not gonna survive dating him. YOU HAVE TO outsmart him because he would purposely put you in a situation you do not want to.

Surprisingly, he's not all that mean to his S/O. Since you are his soft spot, he would be willing to share his chocolate with you. He has never let ANYONE touch his chocolate.

He likes to tease you in public. He would whisper lots of dirty things in your ear until you were red from embarrassment and then smile innocently before shrugging when someone asked why are you red.

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It was not usually for Hanamiya to initiate outings, especially considering his usual busy schedule with basketball activities. However, two days ago, to (Y/N)'s surprise, Hanamiya unexpectedly asked you to go on a date through text messages instead of face-to-face.

Hanamiya's invitation to go out at six o'clock in the afternoon, right after the club activity, struck (Y/N) as strange. Knowing Hanamiya's usual demeanour and that he wasn't one to make spontaneous requests, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel that there might be some underlying plan or surprise involved. This could be a good thing or a bad thing for (Y/N).

This unusual request raised suspicions for (Y/N), but being Hanamiya's boyfriend/girlfriend/romantic partner. (Y/N) chose to dismiss any concerns. As (Y/N) got ready in their bedroom, carefully selected what would you wear later once you two met. It was quite cold outside so it would be a bad idea to wear something short or you would freeze to death.

Having chosen the perfect attire, (Y/N) lays the long-sleeve turtleneck sweater and the pants down on the bed, and hangs the jacket neatly on a hook. With everything in place, (Y/N) heads to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower, she/they/he could not wait for the upcoming date. The sound of running water fills the air as (Y/N) readies themselves for the evening ahead.

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Standing outside the cinema, (Y/N) anxiously waits, scanning the surroundings for the distinctive figure of the guy with bushy eyebrows. Glancing at the time on their phone, a twinge of concern arises, fearing that Hanamiya might bail on you.

Suddenly, a familiar male voice calls out (Y/N)'s name from a distance. Looking up, they/she/he spots Hanamiya strutting towards them, hands casually tucked into his pockets. A mixture of relief and curiosity washes over (Y/N) after knowing Hanamiya won't bail on the date. "Oh, you came...I thought you were not going to come," Hanamiya mutters to himself. "Let's go inside, I already booked the ticket and the seat online, we can just buy the popcorn," Hanamiya steps inside.

It would typically be a sweet gesture for a boyfriend to have already booked the cinema seats online, sparing both partners the hassle of waiting in line. However, considering Hanamiya's unpredictable nature, (Y/N) can't help but purse her/his/their lips together, silently cursing under her/his/their breath. "Hanamiya-san, what movie ticket did you buy for us?" you asked him.

The certain Kirisaki Daiichi captain just responds with a smirk across his face. "You'll find out soon," the male taunted you. With a subtle yet possessive gesture, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to the scanning area which is next to the cashier. The red light from the computer reads the barcode on Hanamiya's phone and the sound of the paper getting printed out could be heard from the printing machine.

As the printing machine churns out the ticket, Hanamiya snatches it, and (Y/N) takes a glimpse, only for their/her/his eyes to widen in surprise. Having heard from friends that it's one of the scariest movies, a mix of shock and fear washes over (Y/N). "I hope you're not that scared, (Y/N)~" Hanamiya stuck his tongue out as you glances up at him, his playful tone adding a hint of mischief to the unexpected choice of movie.

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Aomine Daiki

A big tease and loved to annoy the hell out of you, he also loved to make you embarrassed either when he was using pick-up lines on you or when he was touching you either casually or sexually.

Arcade dates! Going to show off when you two play basketball games together and brags to you that he has a higher score than you and the reason why he is the 'ace'.

But if you don't like Arcade, he would love to just bring you around those Japanese festivals and try some street foods (and If you two get older. He would bring you to those extreme places like bungee jumping since he has enough money to travel).

No shame at all, if you can cook or bake delicious food. He would shamelessly steal it from you and if you try to take it back. He would raise his hands up so you could not reach them at all while smiling like a devil.

Have you ever wondered how it feels like to raise a cat as big as a human? Well, he's the perfect answer. He just acts like a damn cat because sometimes he doesn't want to be cuddled and then he would be all over you, demanding to be cuddled.

He acts as if he is a chill boyfriend but nope. he is protective of you, and he would glare at anyone who dares to touch you and if anyone is being creepy? THEY ARE GOING TO END UP LIKE HAIZAKI GOT PUNCHED BUT WORSE.

Caring but doesn't know how to show it so he acts like a damn Tsundere. For instance, if you are sick from overworking. He would buy those horrible ramen from the convenience store and call you an idiot for getting sick.

Kind of a terrible boyfriend (for the first time) because he would say insensitive things. Especially if you two fight, not only he is moody but he would say hurtful stuff, give you the silent treatment, and be very easily angered.

But also can be a cute boyfriend, he will always be proud of you. Even if it was a small achievement, he would even brag about it to his teammate (and Wakamatsu gonna scream 'SHUT UP!')

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Aomine stands in front of another basketball player, blocking the rival team from getting close to Touou's basketball ring. In a swift move, Aomine executes as his hands slap the ball against the ball from the player's hand before sprinting towards the opposing team's basketball hoop.

As the Ace of the Touou basketball team floats in the air, he launches the ball into the air, and the satisfying swish resonates through the court as it smoothly glides through the hoop. The blaring sounds of the alarm signal the victory for Touou School.

Amidst the cheers and applause from the spectators celebrating Touou's victory, the ace player's attention remains fixated on a particular individual with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. Aomine's gaze scans the crowd, hoping to catch (Y/N)'s reaction to his impressive play.

As his eyes lock onto (Y/N)'s form, a genuine sense of happiness lights up Aomine's expression. A triumphant smirk graces his face, knowing that he has left (Y/N) in awe of his skills on the court, and their admiration is the most rewarding response he could hope for as (Y/N)'s eyes gleamed in the light, shouting his name. "AOMINE!!! YOU DID IT!!!" she clapped her hands and cupped her mouth with the hands facing outwards

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After the intense game, (Y/N) hurriedly makes their/her/his way down from the bench and waits eagerly in the hallway. As the door swings open, revealing Aomine in his uniform, having discarded the sweaty jersey, (Y/N)'s face lights up. Without hesitation, (Y/N) joyfully leaps into Aomine's arms, exclaiming, "I'm proud of you!!"

Aomine, caught off guard by the sudden embrace, can't help but return the sentiment with his arms wrapped around your waist before you can hit the floor and hold you in the air. "Woah there tiger, don't just go jumping on me," He held (Y/N) closer, his smirk deepened as he held you closer.

Aomine's teasing prompts a faint blush on (Y/N)'s cheeks, though they/she/he quickly rolls their/her/his eyes in response. With a touch of sass, (Y/N) retorts, "You wish," before smoothly getting down from his arms. Eager to shift the focus to celebrating the victory, (Y/N) enthusiastically suggests, "Let's go out somewhere to celebrate your victory." "Ehh, I don't really care about this stuff. Maybe we can go maji burger?"Aomine suggests, expressing his craving for a burger.

(Y/N) looks at him with a hint of unamusement. "Really? You want fast food?" you remark, raising an eyebrow. Aomine sighs, contemplating for a moment, before a smirk graces his face. "Alright, I know a place where we can eat some Okonomiyaki. How about that?" mentioning there's an okonomiyaki place near the gymnasium and it's quite popular.

"Sure, we can eat okonomiyaki together," you agree, a smile playing on your lips as Aomine takes one of your hands. Together, the two of you walk away, hand in hand, ready to go to celebrate his victory. Despite it was not a fancy place, it would still leave a memory of the two of you having a simple date.

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[senblades]

Just realized that Crow and Violet enter the Phantom thieves group with the same condition, though not the same circumstances.

They both first Joined as a fake of themselves, fooling everyone. Then they were a 2-phase boss fight, where the true self gets revealed. Then they join the team, for good and for real.

Hmmmmmmmmm

ANON YOU'RE SO RIGHT I'M

I'll always be a little sad that Atlus never went all-in on the SumiGoro friendship/parallels potential... o7 another fallen dynamic for the pit

in all seriousness, though: many people have talked about the Akechi and Sumire parallels far better than I ever could, but I'll talk some more anyway!

I think the most obvious parallel is in who they admire/resent. Sumire, obviously, admires Kasumi in every way- undercut with resentment that she's scared to ackowledge. Akechi, meanwhile, resents Joker to hell and back, undercut with layers of admiration that he refuses to admit to (+ uh. shauke angst HAHA)

Both are lying to themselves about their other halves, but even more interestingly: Both Kasumi and Joker see Sumire and Akechi respectively as their equals/rivals, despite everything, and even though it may seem that one half is clearly better than the other at first glance.

Sumire's coach, during the Faith confidant, tells Sumire how Kasumi had worked so hard because she knew if she didn't, Sumire would catch up to her- that Kasumi was jealous of Sumire's grace (Ironic, as meanwhile Sumire was desperate to emulate Kasumi's boldness)

Joker's a bit different -silent protag, and all- but, even still: "I'll hold onto you're glove", "I won't lose"- so much of Joker's dialogue about Akechi makes it clear that he takes the other seriously. Plus, the consistent reminders that the promise for a rematch hasn't been fulfilled: clearly, Joker doesn't consider the interrogation room nor the engine room 'fair fights', or true indicators of either's skill (stop me before I go on a tangent)

It's not just Joker=Kasumi and Sumire=Akechi, though. The fact that both sides of each equation are equals means that some lines get crossed. I'm thinking Kasumi's "Because that's my right, as the elder sister!" vs. Akechi's "Going all out against a junior seems a bit gauche, don't you think?"- both Kasumi and Akechi seem to have this idea that they have to be better (a bit of speculation on my part, for Kasumi)- they have no excuse to lose; it's only natural if they win, and incredibly dissapointing otherwise.

back to crow/violet parallels, they also act as excellent foils for each other in the royal trio dynamic: Sumire, when faced with low self-esteem and terrible circumstances, latches onto people that she considers "better"- imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, after all! And Sumire has imitation in spades.

Akechi, meanwhile, distances himself from pretty much everyone. He seems to value shallow praise of people that don't really see, rather than experience the mortifying ordeal of being known, and whatnot.

but even then, Akechi does have some similar tendencies to Sumire- he just hides it under layers of deflection and lying to himself. He claims to absolutely hate Shido and Joker, and while I don't doubt that, necessarily, it's clearly far more complicated than that. Akechi, no matter how he feels about them, lives and dies by the will of his obsessions- and by the time of the third semster, he's had enough. (while, conversely, Sumire hasn't quite learned to stand on her own)

Actually, speaking of the third semester; Maruki's reality also highlights some similarities between the two, as the two people most egregiously edited by the false reality: Sumire, back to believing she's Kasumi, and Akechi as "I've never had a violent thought in my life!" pleasant boy. Those two are the only members of the PT where Maruki goes straight for the personality.

whoops. long post HAHA