#anyway this is just a warmup before I have to make a cover for one of our academic journal :) aaand many LGBT+ illustrations coming in the n

[sunnysidestories]

Introductions Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Summary: Reader is a vigilante on young justice who goes to the same school as Walls. Only Wally doesn't know the readers identity, but she knows his. SLOW BURN

Wally West x Fem!Reader

Transferring classes is always a chore whenever someone decides a class isn't best fit for them, no matter the reason today I decided I would never do this again, even if the teacher sucked. The bundle of nervousness was tearing me from the inside. Thoughts swirling in my head.

Who would be in my class, I have to make friends... well more like people i'll talk to when I need a pencil, then I'll avoid attention so I dont get called on.

Before the transfer on the following Monday, I met my new teacher after school. Explaining what I needed to do for his class. "Listen y/n, you need to catch up on some things we have already learned, but im sure that won't be too hard, and if you ever have any questions, you can always ask. Everything you need I've already given to you." I nod thanking him before I make a haste exit, I have more important things to do as of now. My work can come later when im there, and I'm late.

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Pulling out my mask for my costume, I walk through the Zeta tube, covering my face and identity. No more y/n. "Reconised B18 h/n." Mt. justice was as normal as normal could get with meta humans, feeling more as a second home. I could smell something cooking, along followed by laughter and conversation down the hall. I pull my hoodie over my hair, playing with the strings, a bad habit I use to calm down. Slowly walking down the hall before reaching the living room to a passed out Robin. He took up the whole main sofa.

The TV was still on. He must have been watching the news. Who does that? No, I take that back. Robin does that. I grabbed the blanket that sat over the couch draping over his body right as he began to snore. It's crazy that his glasses haven't fallen off his face by now. I feel bad for him he must be overworked. In a werid way, I wish that he could somehow get hurt so he gets some time off. I could substitute for him like im doing now, but knowing batman, he would most likely still be here anyway unless it was very serious. I shut off the TV.

The debrief would be in around 30 minutes after that training, more like a warmup, and then finally a short mission, it feels almost as if purposefully im always doing the easy jobs, totally doesn't help my self esstem. I just fill in anyways, why do I care so much?

Rob can get the sleep he needs it. I begin to walk off. He probably has an alarm. I wonder what they are cooking in the kitchen? Before I can think of possible options, im on the floor with a large *SMACK* eyes, meeting blue ones filled with worry.

The large stature accompanied by a uneasy glance was only one person Conner, I ran into the mini man of steel and now I think about it, it kinda hurt when I slamed into him"You walked right into me" "Are you okay babe?" Standing slightly behind Kid Flash stood with an arm outstretched, I grabbed it, pulling myself up."Im fine, I've been so stressed, I guess, lost in thought. It's been a week. What did you say?" His freckles dance across his face as he smiles, speeding away to the kitchen. Conner just looks at me following in his direction.

We reach the kitchen, and KF sits on the counter beside Megan, eating a bag of chips. Megan was stirring something inside of a bowl, I couldn't see. Her back was towards me only for a moment. "Hey guys."

Chicken salad, I can smell it and see now. Her face changes shades when Conner walks past her towards the fridge. Its sooooo painfully obvious it physically hurts me when they are in the same room. I take off my backpack and begin to study my science work. It's not as hard as I thought more of just things and facts to remember, but no really new complicated subjects.

"Wally! Stop! I need those -" I look up to Megan's shouts, Wally was doe-eyed caught eating the cherry tomatoes as if they were candy. "-YOU KNOW I HAVE A SUPER FAST METABOLISM! I CAN DIE. " He got defensive as his face began to match the fruit. "Your name is Wally?" I change the subject to help his embarrassment. Everyone's eyes go wide they all meet mine. "I've never told you my name? You've been on the team for how long??" Wally throws his arms in the air."Almost a year." I immediately replied. Now was my turn to be embarrassed. Should I know his name?

"How have you not heard it? y'know. It's fine, it doesn't matter. Let's try this again." Wally gets off the counter setting down the container, he walks up to me leaning on the table then shifting his weight a few times, almost as if he's hesitant or thinking of his next words.

The tone of his voice goes serious. "Im Wally West, it's nice to meet you." Then his grin returns as his eyes squint along with it. "Hey, I'm h/n." I let out a small laugh, looking back down at my work. It's crazy how easily Wally gave up his name. Maybe because im rarely here for long, I've never heard his name. It seems like everyone else knows. Its kinda my own fault, but now I feel bad.

I will eventually tell them my name its not like im important and need to hide it, I trust them. I trust them? Who am I kidding? If I don't even know Kid Flashes' name when he wears it on his chest, then how do I know them. Is it even really them, or am I making friends with who they want me to see. I seriously need to stop overthinking this. it's not that serious. It's just a name.

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Robin would eventually walk into the kitchen 15 minutes later after we all ate telling us it was time for the debrief, you could still hear the slight tone of drowsiness from just waking up though he tried to play it off.Our mission seemed easy at first Batman explained we were to take down a meet up spot for some very illegal technology drop offs. Most likely, stolen information.

I sat to the left of Kaldur on the bioship close to the window. We were now all in full gear, flying over central city. "We will be there in around 4" Megan called out. "Everyone go into camouflage mode, Connect us to the mind link." Kal orders.

I try not to think about myself as they can all hear my thoughts, as can I theirs, I don't think I'll ever get used to this. It feels invasive. I look down at my hands, realizing im picking at my nails and zoning out.

Hey h/n let's go. Conner speaks to me, sorry... I replied, walking over to Robin and Kid Flash. Three and three, I hate splitting up. -its alright, we do this all the time, plus you can just talk through the link so we are really all here. Rob states that everyone agrees as we begin to walk in different directions.

Stake out time, yes! Wally says as we sit down onto the ledge, the building we chose overlooked two smaller apartment buildings backside. There were two ways to enter, and Team A. sat at the only other. This is really boring. I can't hear anything. KF sighed "Its been two minutes, we're not superboy use your eyes-" "-better yet use your heat vision from your goggles, see how many there are." Robin interrups my whispers. There are 30 people, uhhhhmmmm, 3 women and woah, that guy is huge. Aqualad cuts into the conversion. The criminals have another drop-off zone. We are going to pressure them, stay here, take out these guys, and don't let anything get out.

A large black truck with boxes passes us and goes through the opposite exit, I see Superboy only for a second as he closes the lid. That's one way to hide. Then, mind link breaks. So much for sticking together.

"I'll go ahead and try to sabotage their systems. You two begin to take out the ones outside. Try not to blow your cover." His glare meets Wallys. This must happen a lot.

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"How did we fail this bad. I'm so sorry." I say, looking up over my shoulder towards Wally. Now, here we were tied up on a chair, no weapons in a room, no light, just us. "This is my fault if I wouldn't of tripped over the stupid gun then you wouldn't of gotten distracted" there's a momment of silence as we both ponder the failed attempt of taking out the enemy.

I hang my head low. It sucks. There are no lights at all, my other senses are going crazy, and I'm flooded with the sounds around me. Wallys slightly panicked breathing under the cool exterior, strangling tightness of the ropes around my chest. I could even hear our heart beats. weirdly, his was slow but picked up at the sound of my voice as if I scared him. "I'm not very whelmed right now." He let's out a small sigh.

"Are you ever?" "What?"You are always on edge like someone's about to jump you in a dark alley. Is this because you're just a fill-in and not full-time?". He tries to turn to as much as he can bound. He must feel my worry. "It is. H/n I really get how that could upset you, but you have to understand." He begins to shake in the chair. "Even if you're not officially fully on the team, you are to us. Everyone gets excited to see you, including me. Why does it matter if you're not on every mission.. I'm glad I get to work with you when I can. We all feel overshadowed ourselves sometimes. Heck, I mean, we are all sidekicks."

Finally, he breaks free of the rope with a SNAP, standing up carefully, using his hands to find me and set me free. "You've made your place in the team and our friendship. You just need to take the risk and open up."... "Wally... I trust you," he grabs and shows me to the wall where we find the locked door knob "jump on my back"

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Monday at school was painful. Every limb hurt, and I couldn't sleep staying up thinking about what Wally said. I was looking forward to lunch, I made some of my favorites since I needed a treat. It was more like a break, but first, I had to go to science my new transfer class.

Without looking at anyone, I walk right up to the teacher. "Where do I sit?" He immediately awnsers."Yes, right. Go sit in the back beside the red-haired boy. It's the only empty seat." I follow his gaze to the seat. My table partner didn't seem to take notice of me when I sat down as he read the textbook. Maybe this won't be too bad he seems to actually care about the subject, at least.

He turns and looks at me, his green eyes are friendly and welcoming, as he smiles his freckles scatter along his cheeks. He leans on the table, placing his face in his hand he seems nervous.

"Hi, im Wally West. It's nice to meet you."

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

i never thought i would have a more unhinged concert experience than this past fall but i think this one actually beat it in that respect

overall: MUCH better than yesterday. vibes just felt massively improved and i felt it in my playing

somewhere in the middle of a piece i straight up got my right elbow HIT by the scroll of the associate concertmaster’s violin. i have no idea how it happened nor do i know why his scroll was there but it hurt and he did not offer so much as an apology afterward. sigh oh well

we should have a system of filing onstage instead of just randomly swanning in whenever we feel like it lmao. i think that contributes to concerts starting late. however ate honorsprofessor and the graduate student insist on following me onstage like baby ducklings so that’s funny to me

boy this program really was just grueling, i operated at maybe 80% for the mendelssohn italian second movement so i could devote more energy to the dvořák 7 third movement but still wound up absolutely SPENT for the haydn 104 finale. i swear i only managed to push through by grace alone. this was probably the most intense program i have played yet

i think the only piece where we had any lengthy rest was the brahms serenade 1 movement 1 with the two 20-ish bar rests. so that was like. two hours of almost straight playing

after the dvořák tita conductor gave us a huge grin which i would have appreciated more if i hadn’t been desperately been trying to rally the troops (my strength) to power through the haydn

i got a handshake from tita conductor at the end of the concert 😭 she did not do this last night or warn the non-concertmaster string principals during the warmup that she was going to go for it so i was taken completely by surprise when she held her hand out to me after shaking the concertmaster’s hand so i probably looked like 😳 when i took it LMAOOOO

okay here’s where things get really unhinged.

i knew i wanted a picture with tita conductor at some point in the school year and reckoned that this would be a good time to ask since this is (i think) our last concert that’s just us and not with other ensembles for the year.

i kind of chickened out but ate honorsprofessor egged me on (no shoving me towards tita conductor this time though)

my parents, some of my coworkers, and one of my friends attended and i waved my dad over before approaching tita conductor on the stage and asked her for a picture

tita conductor brightened and said “yes—my best principal second that i’ve ever had!”

oh god. she is not emotionally prepared for me graduating.

anyways we had the picture (i also asked ate honorsprofessor to be in it too because. its literally the cover of the graphic memoir), and then she said to me “there’s a part in the brahms where you have to count so many rests and then come in with pizzicato. i never get to cue you there but you always come in anyway. by the time i figured out i needed to cue, you had already figured it out yourself and you have never missed that entrance.”

i was like “oh, well, i love the brahms” trying to explain that i have listened to it so much that half the time i wasn’t even counting i was just going with how it sounded in my head and then she said fervently “i do too” like girl i know. you picked the piece. you keep singing it. you made the program 😭😭

there’s also the fact that whoever wrote the part put a brief viola cue in there which makes it easier for me. but i didn’t say that

it should not surprise me that tita conductor likes me this much but it does surprise me that i rank that highly even though she’s only known me for a little over a year. fun times

sad that we may not have rehearsal this thursday but really—after that exercise in endurance i do need some good quality rest

[iraprince]

PLEASE forgive me if someone has asked about this before, but how do you start a digital sketchbook? What's a good page goal to reach, in your opinion? Your art rules <3

thank you so much! tbh tho i think that totally depends... mine tend to be 13-ish pages plus cover, but they're BIG vertical digital pages with several irl-pages-worth of sketches crammed in. and there's not really any specific reason why i do it that way! that just happened to be the number i landed on when i put my first one together (and now i don't remember why), and then i just kept them all around the same length for consistency.

most of the time when i see other ppl's digital sketchbooks they're way longer than that, though i'm not sure if maybe most people don't cram as many separate drawings per page as i do? also, if this matters at all: my sketchbooks don't sell well a la carte at all, they're primarily a patreon reward and then i offer them as itchio downloads just in case someone wants to buy them one at a time... once in a blue moon someone buys them that way, but it's rare. so i actually really can't offer any advice on what ppl look for when they're buying digital sketchbooks, or what would make a digital sketchbook sell well — because mine don't, haha!!

but if i had to guess, more pages released less frequently (i.e. collecting up all your art from an entire year) would probably do better for standalone sales. i keep mine short bc then i can release them a little more frequently, again bc mine are geared at patreon.

as for how to start or any other tips — tbh, mine are just a combination of what i'm already doing, both digital and traditional scans! warmups, character design, concept work and doodling, stuff that just normally doesn't get posted. it's rare for me to draw something specifically bc i'm like "oh, i want this to be in the sketchbook pdf" — the only stuff i usually draw bespoke is like, filling in empty spaces after i've puzzle-pieced existing work together. and especially if you're doing stuff for patreon, that's my general advice: try to make as much of your workload stuff you would already be drawing anyway, rather than giving yourself NEW tasks on top of everything else.

my actual technical process is very simple: i have a big old multi-layer document, with folders for each page. (since these are always intended for digital viewing, i make sure the width of the page at 100% zoom is nice and comfy on a computer monitor, to spare ppl a bunch of annoying scrolling side to side; and when i put drawings together on the pages i try to make sure they're sized nicely in the same way, so you can see the entire drawing without having to scroll around it.) every once in a while i go through my digital warmups and copy them over and arrange them nicely on the pages, and the same with scanning in everything i've drawn on paper every week or two; once the pages are filled up i save each folder as a separate page and then stitch it all together into a pdf! nothing fancy.

[waywardxrhea]

Part Twenty-Five: Lagos

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, (potentially smut later on).

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Word count: 4.5k

The team finally gets a lead on what Rumlow may be up to so they fire up the jet and head to Lagos to stop him.

[With an Emma and Steve moment before]

After a couple more months of group training and continued snide comments from Sam and Natasha, Steve and Emma decide to do some training on their own in the mornings together before the team did their group exercises to avoid the distractions. One morning Steve wakes up and makes his way to Emma's room, knocking on the door gently when he gets there. From inside, Emma rolls over in her bed and calls, "Five more minutes?"

Steve chuckles as he cracks the door open. "Those five minutes could potentially cost you your life, Em. You said it yourself, you wanted to train more so you can be up to par with the rest of us."

Emma sighs but starts to get out of bed, asking, "Can I have a couple minutes to get ready?"

"That you can," Steve replies.

Emma smiles and rubs her eyes as she gets out of the covers. "Here, throw on a record or something while you wait," she offers, "it's my day to choose the music we train to anyways so you might as well choose something you like before my playlist is on."

"Fair enough," Steve replies as he grabs a vinyl from Emma's collection to put on her record player.

Emma grabs some athletic clothes to put on before she brushes her teeth. When she's ready, she grabs her tablet and tells Steve, "Let's go."

"You know, I like doing this in the mornings, just us," he tells her as they walk to the training area.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Steve says with a smile, "it reminds me of DC."

"Oh yes when you completely outran me every morning?" Emma teases with a smile.

"That was the time," Steve laughs. "Things were a bit more simple those days."

"You're telling me," Emma replies. Gaining a bit of confidence as they reach the training gym, Emma adds, "I really did miss one on one time with you, so I'm really glad we've started to do this."

Steve smiles as his mind races to find something to say back, but he only comes up with, "Me too." He mentally kicks himself for saying something so lame while Emma sets her tablet up to the speakers in the gym.

After Emma gets SAM to cue up her playlist she starts a warmup to the music. A few minutes later, she jogs in place while asking Steve, "Ready to get your ass kicked old man?"

"In your dreams, Baker," he replies with a laugh, "but I'll go easy on you today since I woke you up so early."

"Why thank you," Emma says with a sweet smile as they begin their workout. After a solid hour of weight training and cardio, Steve tells Emma it was time for combat. She leans against the wall, out of breath, and says, "Okay give me like two seconds to recover Mr. Super Soldier."

Slipping into Captain mode, Steve tells Emma, "Em, in a battle you won't have two seconds to recover before an enemy attacks again."

Emma takes in a deep breath and nods. "That's fair. Okay, I'm ready. What move are we working on today?"

"Taking someone down from behind. You've gotten good at defensive moves if someone already has you pinned, but you need more work on your offensive moves. I've noticed that in training and on the few missions we've been on, you rely on your drone a lot for offense. You won't always be able to use your tech so you need to know how to effectively get the jump on an opponent without it."

Emma nods. "Got it. Where do we start?"

Steve takes Emma through multiple exercises for a little while before she gets a grasp on them. "Okay, now that you've got those down, let's combine what you just learned with what you already know. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Emma replies with a nod. Her body is exhausted from the training, but she knows she can't give up so close to the end of the session.

Emma and Steve square off for a few minutes, taking it easy before Steve kicks it up a notch. She dodges his punches skillfully and turns on the offensive moves she learned in return when he backs down. When Emma blanks on one of the new moves Steve taught her, he takes that as an opportunity to grab her arms from behind. Instinctively, she dives into a move Natasha taught her to get out of Steve's grasp. Emma plants her right foot between Steve's feet and spins her body into his, knocking him off his balance. While he's off his balance, Emma reaches down and takes a leg out from under him which knocks him to the floor.

Emma straddles Steve's body and pins his arms to the mat and smirks. "Gotcha." Both of their chests heave from the need for oxygen and their hearts race due to the closeness of their bodies. The way Steve looks into her eyes puts Emma in a slight trance and her grip on his arms loosens. At that moment, there was no one else in the world but them.

"That was great, but there's just one thing," Steve says, breathlessly. Emma scrunches her eyebrows and Steve takes the moment of confusion to effortlessly flip Emma to the mat and pin her himself. "You're distracted." When he says this, Steve gets impossibly close to Emma and it makes her heart skip a beat. The pair stare into each other's eyes, not sure what to say nor what to do with the tension building between them even though they both know what they want at that moment.

Emma tries to control her breathing, the room spinning a bit from the effort of the last hour and a half of work coupled with the fact that she and Steve were so close. Meanwhile, without thinking, Steve starts to lean in to close the gap between his and Emma's lips. Steve's lips are just about to meet Emma's when suddenly there's a voice in the gym. "Oh, I apologize. Am I interrupting something?" The voice belongs to Vision who had phased through the wall unannounced.

Steve lets go of Emma's wrists he had pinned to the ground and stands up, quickly telling Vision, "No, not interrupting anything. We were just finishing up our training for the morning."

Steve offers a hand to help Emma up and she takes it, getting up and walking over to where she had sat her water bottle earlier. While she gets her drink, Vision says, "Oh, well I just thought because of the undeniable chemistry you two have I may have been interrupting...a moment as some call it."

Emma almost chokes on her water as she hears this and Steve's cheeks ignite in a pink tint. "I-it wasn't like that," Steve says, scratching the back of his neck. "Just some training."

Vision looks between the two who were clearly flustered in regards to the situation and decides not to prod any further, saying instead, "Okay, whatever you say Captain Rogers. I just came in here to inform you that Miss Romanoff and Miss Hill were requesting your presence in the intelligence quarters of the compound."

"Thanks, Vision, I'll meet them down there as soon as possible," Steve replies with a nod.

After giving him the message, Vision leaves the room, through a door this time, leaving Steve and Emma alone once again. The room finally gets back to not spinning and Emma turns to face Steve. They share a look, neither sure what to say, but neither one breaking the silence. After a few more seconds of racking their brains trying to figure out what to say, Steve finally speaks. "Good work this morning, Em. I'll be sure to tell Nat how easily those defensive moves are coming to you without any assistance anymore."

Emma smiles. "Thanks. And thank you for training with me this morning. It was nice. Exhausting, but nice."

"Same time next week?" Steve asks.

"You'll know where to find me," Emma replies.

"Great," Steve nods before heading to the door. "I'll see you later."

"See ya," Emma tells him. Before Steve can get out the door, she calls out to him, "You really should watch your legs more in a fight, Rogers."

Steve laughs and nods in response, "I'll try and keep that in mind."

As Emma grabs her things from the other side of the gym, her mind races. Was her mind playing tricks on her or did Steve just try and kiss her? As she makes her way to her room to shower, she makes a mental note to tell Maria about what happened, hoping it wasn't too good to be true.

One morning after team training, everyone is taking a little bit of time to rest, but Emma and Steve sit in the living area trying to find any sort of breadcrumb trail that could lead them to a mission. Emma types away into the software on her computer following a hunch she has while listening to Steve with half an ear. After a few more keystrokes, she finds what she's looking for. "Son of a bitch..." she whispers to herself. She looks up with a smile on her face and says louder, "Steve, look!"

"Did you find something?" Steve asks, wandering over to stand behind her and look at her screen.

"Did I find something? Yes, yes I did. I found where Rumlow is going to be. This afternoon. Lagos, Nigeria."

Steve smiles as he leans over the couch back to see what she found. In the heat of the moment, he gently kisses the side of Emma's head and whispers, "You're amazing." Joy and relief flood his body knowing they now had a chance on taking down Rumlow.

Emma giggles and avoids looking at Steve so he wouldn't see the stupid smile on her face. She commands SAM to save the files and send them to Maria, Natasha, and Steve while seeing if there was anything else she could find. After a few more minutes of nothing, she says aloud to Steve who had gone to his laptop to look at the files, "I can't find anything else. We might have to fly in half-blind on this one."

"Half-blind is better than we've had in months. I'll get a team together. We head out in half an hour. Get your stuff ready to go," he tells her, shutting the laptop and hastily walking from the living area.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sam and Natasha make smoothies for the team and watch the events of Emma finding a lead unfold in front of them. After seeing Steve kiss Emma's temple, Sam can't help but laugh at how awkward the both of them turn in the moments after. Natasha rolls her eyes and says to Sam, "I just wish they would kiss for real and get it over with already. It's getting painful to watch them not say anything about their feelings for each other."

"Tell me about it," Sam says. "Do you know how hard it is for me to not just force them to confess their very obvious crush on each other?"

"I bet. I just wonder though, how can they be so oblivious?" Nat asks before she takes a sip of her smoothie.

At that moment, Vision phases into the kitchen, causing Sam to jump at his sudden appearance. "Geez, Vision, I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to that."

"My apologies Mr. Wilson," Vision tells him. "If I may, though, on the subject of Captain Rogers and Miss Baker. Even with my limited knowledge of the complexities of human emotions, I can't help but think that the two of them may feel as though there is something holding them back from each other. That could be personal insecurity, past experiences, or anxiety about what happens if they do tell each other, among other things. So perhaps they would like to confess their feelings for one another but feel as though they can't."

The two nod in response, but before either can say something on the subject, Steve walks over to them and begins telling them about the new mission they're heading out on. "Copy that, Cap," Sam tells Steve and then goes to get his Falcon wings for the mission.

A few hours later Steve has a team put together in Nigeria to follow up on the lead Emma found. The team consists of Natasha, Wanda, Emma, Sam, and Steve. The girls all sit separately in a cafe while the guys stake out the area from some buildings a bit further away from their position. Emma sits at the cafe's bar while operating SAM via her glasses. From his position atop a building, Sam tells her, "You're not the only one with a drone today, Baker. Redwing is joining us. You and SAM can thank him later for all the help he's gonna provide."

Emma sighs and rolls her eyes. "I'll thank him if he outdoes SAM, Wilson." Sam had gotten Redwing after his pack and goggles were destroyed in their fight with Ant-Man and ever since, he's been trying to outdo Emma and SAM whenever he could.

Over the earpieces, Natasha quietly tells them, "How about we focus on this mission instead of drone capabilities?"

"Yes ma'am," they both respond at the same time.

Steve then asks over the headset, "All right, what do you guys see out there?"

"Standard beat cops," Wanda replies. "Small station and a quiet street, it's a good target."

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means, Baker?" Steve asks her.

"Cameras," she replies quietly as she takes in the aerial view that SAM is getting for her. "All seems well setup from what I'm seeing. Except for the disadvantage of the roads being one way."

"And that means compromised escape routes," Wanda piggybacks on Emma's statement.

"Exactly, good job you two," Steve tells them. "What all of this also means though is that our guy doesn't care if he's seen and isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. Emma, do you see that Range Rover up the block?"

Emma subtly turns her camera with the control tablet she has resting in her lap and replies, "Affirmative."

"It's cute," Wanda tells them as she spots it as well.

"It's also bulletproof which means private security," Natasha tells them. "And that means more guns which means more headaches for someone and that someone is probably gonna be us."

"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda asks as she sips her tea.

"Well looking over your shoulder has to become second nature," she tells Wanda. Nat then takes a small teasing jab at Emma, saying, "Not everyone has the luxury of being able to see from a bird's eye view all the time plus whatever's in front of her."

After this statement, Sam asks Natasha, "Has anyone ever told you you're a little paranoid?"

"Not directly to me, why?" Natasha asks.

Steve stops all of their banter by saying, "Eyes on the target folks, this is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months, I'm not about to lose him."

"Well if he sees any one of us coming I don't think that'll be a problem, the man kinda hates us," Sam tells him.

Steve looks out the window he's stationed at and sees an ambling garbage truck and tells Sam, "Wilson, you see that garbage truck? I need you to go tag it."

Sam sends Redwing off to the truck while teasing Emma, "See, Cap wanted Redwing for this job."

Steve sighs and says, "I need SAM for eyes in the sky while all of this goes down, Wilson. We aren't arguing about the drones right now, got it?" Emma laughs to herself and shakes her head at the conversation as she continues monitoring the streets from her place in the cafe.

Once Redwing makes his scans, Sam announces, "This thing is loaded for max weight and the driver's armed."

"It's a battering ram," Natasha mumbles.

"Go now," Steve directs in response. Sam activates his wings and jumps from the building he's perched on and Emma stands up from her seat at the bar to get ready for what was coming. "He isn't going for the police," Steve tells them as he starts to see more of the action unfolding on the streets.

From above, SAM captures the truck heading to a building nearby and Emma calls information out as she gets it. "The truck's heading towards the Building for Infectious Diseases. There's at least a dozen occupants inside the building right now and a guard in the post outside." The truck crashes into the entrance and Emma sees more trucks heading in, so she informs the team, "They have multiple other trucks moving in, we need to be quick, I think this is gonna be a firefight."

"Who can get there the quickest?" Natasha asks.

Before anyone can respond, Emma gathers more information and calls out, "Lots of men with lots of machine guns. They just shot canisters with gas into the building. Everyone, be careful. I'll have you guys' six from the air."

"Copy that, thank you, Emma," Steve tells her as he makes his way to the building with Sam. Emma captures the action as Steve takes on the men by himself, working flawlessly and efficiently. After taking them down, Steve updates everyone on the men, "Body armor, AR-15s, I make seven hostiles."

Sam flies in and takes a couple down before saying, "I make five."

Making her way to the building on foot, Emma is at a disadvantage for speed but captures Wanda's quick trip there and her takedown of some of the men with the help of Sam. "Make that four," Wanda calls out.

"I'm gonna have Redwing run the scans for now. Baker, you keep on watching our backs," Sam tells Emma as he starts tapping on his tablet.

"Copy that," Emma replies, knowing now was the time to be serious and not continue with their banter.

After another minute of making her way to the building, Emma comes to the site right as Wanda starts to take the gas out of the building with her powers. She also sees her lift Cap into the building so she sends SAM in after him to watch his back. "Steve, I've got SAM coming in after you," she tells him as she crouches behind some rubble for cover from the hostiles.

"Copy," he tells her as he fights some of the hostiles in the building.

Emma runs scans for the rest of the men in the building and informs Steve, "They're about to get their hands on what they came here for. We better hurry, it looks serious. Like...bioweapon serious."

"Let's deal with these guys first," Steve mumbles as he launches his shield to take one out.

"On it," Emma replies as she takes down the other guy with one of her blasters. Around her outside, a flurry of bullets fills the air. Sam protects Wanda with his wings while Emma continues to hide behind some of the large pieces of rock that had been destroyed by the truck earlier, still having to dodge the occasional chunk of debris flying her way.

After Steve and Emma deal with the men, he tells her, "Lead the way."

"They're already heading out the back," Emma tells him after conducting a scan of the building.

Steve nods and informs the team, "Rumlow is on his way out and he's got a biological weapon."

"On it," Natasha calls from the motorcycle she commandeered from a citizen near the cafe. Emma gets SAM out of the building just in time to watch Natasha take down a handful of men before being thrown into a truck.

She then sees Rumlow get his hands onto a heavy machine and take aim at Steve. "Cap, watch out!" Emma shouts just in time for Steve to put his shield up to protect himself. She captures the escape he makes running from the multiple grenades Rumlow shoots at him, finally ending with him flying out of the building and landing near where Emma is stationed. She quickly runs to Steve's side and helps him to his feet, asking, "Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine," he replies with a slight strain in his voice from the pain he just endured. He quickly tells Sam where Rumlow went off to before switching off his coms for a minute.

"What can I do to help?" Emma asks him, switching her coms off as well.

"What I need you to do is stay safe okay?" Emma nods and Steve looks into her eyes and sternly says, "If you go hand to hand with these guys, just remember all our training. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt, Em. Please be safe."

"I will," she tells him with a nod. Steve goes to grab his shield and before he heads off, Emma calls to him, "Remember to watch your legs!" A smile makes its way onto Steve's lips as he nods to her and sends her a two-finger salute before running off and keeping the men away from Emma.

As the action moves away from the building, Emma follows Sam with her drone to a bustling market. "Need a lift?" Natasha asks as she revs the engine of the motorcycle she's driving.

Emma nods and hops onto the back as Natasha speeds to the market. On the way there, she switches her earpiece back on. "I've got the four of them splitting up," Sam informs everyone as they all converge on the market.

"We need to split too," Natasha tells Emma as she expertly maneuvers herself and Emma off of the bike and over a multitude of taxis on the road.

"Got it," Emma replies as she darts off in the other direction, following one of the men SAM pinged as one of Rumlow's. When she gets closer to the man, she calls SAM to be closer to her in case she needs the aid of the blasters from the drone.

While Emma stays in the shadows of the market slowly following the guy, Sam calls out about the man he captured, "He doesn't have it."

Emma sees Natasha sprinting through the stalls nearby out of the corner of her eye and sees the man she's chasing up ahead about to cross right in front of her. She orders SAM to shoot a blaster in front of him to distract him to aid in Natasha's chase. Quickly after this though, a second hostile emerges from the rows of shops and points his gun at Nat. Emma sees this and sprints to the area, kicking the man's legs out from under him and knocking the gun from his hands. Before Emma can make any further attacks on the man though, he throws an elbow right at her temple and it makes her see stars.

Emma blinks hard trying to regain her senses as Natasha fights the two men by herself aided by SAM's automatic protection response to Emma being compromised. By the time Emma regains her senses, she sees Natasha and one of the men pointing their guns at each other in a standoff while the other man holds the vial with the bioweapon, threatening to drop it if Natasha doesn't drop her gun.

Neither man notices Emma evaluating the scene nor Redwing slowly flying into the area. Sam's voice crackles into Emma's ear, saying, "Baker, I've got the man with the vial. I'm gonna shoot him. Nat, you dive for that vial right when I do. Baker, make sure the other guy can't get her."

"Copy," Emma replies quietly as she reaches for the pistol she has secured to her leg.

Sam takes the shot at the man holding the vial and Nat makes a dive for it while Emma shoots the other man in the leg before he could get to Natasha. Jumping up with the vial in her hand, Nat says, "Payload secure. Thanks, Wilson."

"Don't thank me, thank Redwing," Sam replies with a smirk.

"I'm not thanking that thing," Nat replies. She then gives Emma a hand up off the ground, saying, "Emma never makes me thank SAM."

"Aw, they're just needing some validation," Emma teases as she gets to her feet.

"Very funny you two, let's just make fun of good ol' Sam and Redwing," Sam laughs.

Meanwhile in a different part of the market, Steve shows down with Rumlow, both fighting as hard as they can. Rumlow punches Steve into a shelf but he quickly gets back up and back into the fight before Rumlow could get an advantage over him.

"This is what you get for dropping a building on my face," Rumlow growls at Steve as they face off. He then extends a blade from his suit and drags it across the wall behind Steve after he dodges it. The two fight a bit more before Rumlow takes off his helmet revealing his disfigured face, saying, "I think I look pretty good all things considered."

"Who's your buyer?" Steve asks, ignoring his previous statement, holding him by the collar.

Rumlow disregards the question and instead says to Steve, "You know, he knew you. Your pal. Your Bucky."

"What did you say?" Steve asks in a low voice, freezing and letting his guard down at the mention of Bucky.

"He remembered you," Rumlow tells him. "I was there. He got all emotional until they put his brain back in a blender. He told me 'please tell Rogers that when you gotta go, you gotta go,' and you're coming with me."

By this point, Emma had gotten SAM back into the air and found Steve confronting Rumlow. She captures the moments when Rumlow pushes the button to ignite a suicide bomb that he intended to take himself and Steve out with but is instead encased in a forcefield of Wanda's making. Wanda lifts the explosion into the air and away from the market but can't hold it long enough to keep it from doing damage to the area around it. The explosion goes off midair and destroys a nearby building which immediately ignites panic in the citizens at the market.

Everyone covers their mouth in shock at what just happened, and no one besides Steve can come up with words for what they just witnessed. Even then, his words are strained in disbelief as he says, "We need fire and rescue ASAP. Sam, Emma, you two see what your drones can do in terms of helping out..."

"On your orders," Emma replies quietly as she flies SAM into the wreckage to see if she could save anyone that had been in the building.

link to the next part

a/n I once again overdid it with the music, so I’m just leaving a list of music here!

Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

Rise Above It - I Prevail

Get Through This - The Art of Dying

One More Time - I Prevail

One for the Money - Escape the Fate

Reaching - Jason Reeves

Give Your Heart a Break - Demi Lovato

You are Gold - The National Parks

Things I’ll Never Say - Avril Lavigne

You Have My Heart - Emily Sage

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Death match! Warm up!

You were sat at Punz’s set up, Punz sat beside you smiling with mischief floating about in his eyes.

You whine softly as you cover your face running your hands down it. “Punz this is so not fair you know how bad I am at Valo..”

He laughs softly at you. “Well yea but this will help you get better at it you know!”

You blush softly huffing and crossing your arms. “I don’t see exactly how you threatening me with tickles if I lose is gonna help me get better at Valo”

He tsks lightly shaking his head and smirking as he says the last half of his sentences. “It’s gonna give you motivation, something to work towards other than just winning… Tho I guess knowing you maybe I should’ve threatened no tickles… Who knows you might throw on purpose just to get tickles”

Your blush turns bright red as you lightly punch him, “Hey! Shut up! Don’t say that!”

He laughs at the punch shrugging. “What I’m not allowed to say the truth now?”

You shake your head, a small smile on your face. “Nope no more truth when it’s mean truths like that”

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever whatever, let’s just get this booted up and get this death match started shall we?”

You take a small breathe in and out before booting up your valorant account. You click to join a death match, holding your breath at first and then exhaling as it loads you into one.

Punz smirks softly. “You ready?”

You take a deep breathe schooling your facial features as you pull every ounce of determination you can out from within you as you glance to Punz and nod, “As I’ll ever be”

He nods. “Well then let’s see it”

The warmup portion begins and you feel it ends all too quickly. You managed to get a couple kills but you felt as if they were more luck than anything.

Punz smirks as he quickly sends a poke to your side right as the death match really begins.You squeak and jump quickly turning and looking at him.

“EEK! Hey! What was that for?!”

He snickers softly as he smirks. “What I can’t give you some tickles during the match for extra motivation?”

You shake your head turning back to the game just as you get killed. “NO! WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?”

He laughs, “Well actually I’m the one making the rules here so I say I am allowed to give you tickles during the game.. However intense… and wherever.. I want!”

Your eyes widen but you don’t take them off the game as you manage to score a kill and then another before being killed, you stutter and a giggle slips out. “That’s that’s so… Puhuhnzz”

He smirks in satisfaction, as he blows on your ear. “Yea? That’s my name, what’s up?”

You scrunch your ear to your shoulder gasping as you miss your shot and get killed. “Gah! Punz! Noho!”

He laughs, “Oh please I barely did anything all I did was blow air on your ear come on it can’t be that bad”

You roll your eyes and quickly steel yourself, fully focusing on the game once more as you somehow manage to get a good few kills before dying.

You and Punz are both very surprised and before he begins to try to sabotage you again he quickly says “Wow that was really good, good job”

You blush softly as you turn to him and nod. “Thanks…”

He nods before quickly pointing to the screen. “Look out!”

You hold back a screech of surprise as you turn around, expecting to see a player but seeing no one. Before you can say anything you feel a raspberry on your neck, releasing a squeal from you as you jerk to the side away from his lips and you groan through a giggle as you hear yourself get killed. “EEP Nohohohoooo!”

He laughs shaking his head. “Man it’ll never fail to get me how no matter where I place those, you squeal— and it just gets louder and you laugh if I place one somehwere super ticklish.”

You blush bright red shaking your head as you see only three more kills and the game is over. You’re not dead last but you still have absolutely no shot of winning but you continue trying anyways.

“Shuhutt ihitt youre literally the worst.”

He gasps and his hands hover over your thighs. Before they touch down he glances at the screen and sees the death match is over.

“Oh would you look at that you lost, so I guess than means… I win! I get to tickle you for how long? Did I ever say a time?”

Your eyes widen and then you shake your head softly as you mutter, “No… you didn’t…”

He nods and then puts on an exaggerated thinking face putting his hand to his face. “Hmm so then I guess I better choose a time then, shouldn’t I?”

You gulp softly your face a light pink as you shyly nod, “I uh I guess so…”

He smirks softly. “And we should move somewhere much more comfortable, shouldn’t we? Come on, let’s go.”

Before you can even start to get up Punz comes over and swiftly picks you up, tossing you effortlessly over his shoulder and beginning to head to his bedroom.

A squeal flies out as you’re flung over his shoulder. “EEP PUNZ!”

He simply snickers and says, “Should’ve tried harder in that death match, then this wouldn’t be happening right now!”

You scoff softly. “I did the best I could! Especially with you being mean and distracting me!”

He chuckles, “Oh you thought that was mean? Oh you haven’t seen anything yet…”

Your eyes widen and you squeak softly as he drops you onto his bed. “Eek! P-punz let’s talk let’s let’s let’s talk about this okay?!”

He smirks, rolling his eyes. “Talk about what? There’s nothing to talk about. You lost the death match and so the agreement was I get to tickle you for losing. So that’s exactly what I’m about to do! Now flip onto your stomach.”

Your face is already turning bright red as you’re further losing the ability to speak properly the more flustered you’re becoming by the second. “W-what… y-you you want me to, to what?”

He stares at you plainly but you see the fire of satisfaction and mischief dancing in his eyes as he says, “You heard me. Flip onto your stomach now or I’ll do it for you”

You gulp and debate your options for a second. Usually you wouldn’t even think and you’d be already sassing off and refusing to do it. But seeing as he’s already got you a fair bit flustered with the teasing and the tickles during the death match you stop and debate.

You take a deep breath and steel yourself as you shake your head, sitting up and staring directly at him and crossing your arms as you say. “No, i’m not gonna do it”

His eyes widen for a second and then narrow as he scoffs a playful bit of anger on his face.“What did you just say?”

You smirk with some fake confidence. “You heard me… I said no I’m not gonna do it”

He presses his tongue to his mouth shaking his head. “Oh I heard you alright, I just don’t seem to think you heard me when I said you hadn’t even seen mean yet…”

Before you could even try to think of some kind of response you’re immediately tackled and pinned down onto your stomach with Punz sitting on the back of your thighs, making you gasp softly

“P-punz there’s still time to talk about this you know?”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he says, “Oh no the time for talking is over, well for you at least… For me though it’s not, because I am going to sit here running my fingers up and down your oh so delicate and oh so very ticklish back just enough to make your breath catch in your throat… making you anxiously await for me to start the real tickling. The whole time I’m gonna be teasing you relentlessly, and you wanna know what the best part is?”

Your face feels as if it is quite literally on fire, feeling as if you genuinely could use a cold washcloth to help you cool down. You wait a few moments and then say softly and cautiously, “What’s the best part?”

He holds back an evil snicker as he leans right up beside your right ear, his breath ghosting your ear with each word he says carefully and slowly making you shudder. “I’m not gonna do a single thing until you ask me to”

Your eyes widen and so desperately you wish you could manage to see his smug face and lightly punch his arm, knowing he is sitting there with pure satisfaction knowing just how evil he is being right now.

“I… you… p-punz I…”

He awws softly and teasingly at you, pinching your cheek softly. “Aww look at that, have I already broken the big bad y/n with just a little bit of teasing and the promise of making them ask for their tickles? Hmm already can’t even form a single sentence? Well hopefully for your sake you can at least say three little itty bitty words… You wanna know what I want those words to be?”

You gulp, wanting nothing more than to bury your face into the pillow and hoping if you press in hard enough you’ll manage to sink to the floor. But knowing Punz you can’t just hide away… So you feebly say, “W-what do y-you you want them t-to be?”

He has an absolute devilish grin on his face as he now leans down to your left ear, seeming to even slower and more carefully say, “Please tickle me”

You shudder once more, a large exhale escaping you as you begin to truly realize just how screwed you are.

“I… you’re so…”

You’re practically unable to even think of anything to say, knowing that somehow if at all possible if you’re not careful the wrong words could make things even worse for yourself.

Punz grins happily. “So? I’m Absolutely amazing at this? I know I am, thanks!”

You groan flopping down into the pillow. “Gaahhh”

He laughs a bit before nodding. “So let’s get this started shall we?”

His hands waste no time settling at the very top of your back, they rest there unmoving a good ten seconds before he ever so slowly and gently begins running his fingers down your back. Your breath hitches just as he knew it would and your body practically freezes as you attempt to calm yourself and steady your breathing.

“I-… n-no I- I can’t I can’t g-g-give you t-the s-sa-s-s-satisfaction o-of bre-breaking m-me s-s-so e-ea-easily”

He sighs softly as he tsks and shakes his head. “You know it’s really cute you trying to outlast me, and thinking you’ll cause me to break because of just how much I wanna tickle you. But the thing is I could get up, walk out that door right now… and I’d be perfectly fine the rest of the day. But you… oh I know you… you would be a mess. You’d be fidgeting and flinching, jumping around alll day just wishing I would give in and finally tickle you. But you know something? I know you well enough to know a breaking point would come and you’d come to me, all mumbly and shy and all cute like you’ve done before. You’d come to me and ask for your tickles like the desperate little lee you are.”

Your brain goes completely blank, unable to think a single thing besides how absolutely, terribly awful, horrible yet absolutely amazingly wonderful Punz is… and also the fact he’s completely and utterly right. As his hands reach your lower back your breathe hitches again and your body shakes, your head slowly lifts from the pillow and you take a deep breath as you silently curse yourself for doing this, but you have no other choice.

“I… o-o-okay… E-e-enough j-just p-please please…”

The words catch in your throat making your blood run cold. Punz’s eyebrows perk up and he makes a little hmming sound as he leans close to your mouth, cupping his hand to his ear.

“I’m sorry what was that? I don’t think you quite finished your sentence there, can you try that again for me please”

You shakily breathe in, swallowing softly before attempting to speak again.“I- I was trying to… to um to say… p-please… ugh please tickle me alright?! Happy now?!”

You immediately slam your face back into the pillow, heart beating fast and breaths coming out in quick small puffs.

Punz smiles and ruffles your hair. “Very happy. Now let’s make you very happy.”

He wastes no time in switching from simply dragging his fingers up and down your back to quickly scribbling about. You jerk up and burst into laughter, wiggling beneath Punz. “AHAHAHA NHAHHAHA PUHUHNNZZZ HAHAHAHA!”

He smirks with satisfaction. “Yea? That’s my name, what’s up? Hmm too ticklish here? I don’t know why I even asked that, I already know you are. Well actually, you know I do know why I asked that and it was simply to be mean and tease you even more because of how much the word flusters you.”

You would definitely be sending your best glare his way if he could see you, not like it would do much seeing as you’re laughing too hard to actually do an effective glare.

“NAHHA SHUHUHSSSHHH AHAH EEP NAHATT THEHEHERRREHEHE!”

Punz’s eyes widen at your squeak and he glances down to see where his hands are. He smirks and sees his hands have drifted to your spine.

“Oh what’s this? Keeping a secret spot from me?”

You immediately shake your head, whining and knowing he’s known about this spot for ages.

“PUUUNNZZZZ NAHAHHAA YOUUUUUVVVEHEHEHEE KNOHOHOWWWNNN AHAHHABBBBOOUUUUTTTT THISSS FOHOHORRREHEHEVVEHEHERRRR!”

He snickers and smirks. “Yea but it never gets old, pretending you’ve hidden it from me and seeing you get all whiny and even more red.”

You groan internally, then shriek as you feel two fingers scratching on either side of your spine. “AEEH NOHOHOHO NAHAHHAA PUUHUHUNNZZZ DOHOHNNTTT!”

He grins with satisfaction and then stops scratching as he coldly says,

“I’m the one in charge here, not you.”

A cold chill runs through you. You know he’s just saying that to fluster you but you shiver at the statement involuntarily. This is actually why he’s one of your favorite lers— he will say things like that but you know he doesn’t mean them, and will usually follow up with a question for you that is a genuine question not meant to be mean because he wants to ensure you know you’re really in charge here. You always know anyways that what he says is meant to just fluster you, but it is very nice for him to still always do this anyways.

“Ehehe ihi…”

He leans his head down next to yours as he says, “So where do you want your next tickles?”

You let your residual giggles slow to a stop before saying, “Um my hips please…”

He nods and you expect him to get off your thighs and flip you but he doesn’t. “Alright then let’s get started!”

You find it even more flustering this way, not being able to know exactly where on your hips he’s gonna tickle. I mean sure you don’t ever truly know even when he’s got you on your back, but you can see his hands and it at least feels more like you know since you can try and watch where his hands go.

When he’s sat like this tickling them, you’re completely blind. You let out a squeal, bucking up and back down as he squeezes at the very top of your hips. “EEP NAHAHAAHAHA NOHOHO!”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re the one who asked for hip tickles so you kinda dug your own grave here”

You laugh exasperatedly. “SHUHUHSSSHHH IHIHI DIHIDD NOHOTT”

He smirks. “Alright fine then, you just got the starts of your grave and I’m gonna make sure to put you in it before the day is over.”

You don’t have time to think before both his hands are quickly squeezing up and down in search of your hipbones. Once his hands have found them he’s relentlessly digging into the bones as if he’s looking for treasure! You let out a squeaky shriek and start thrashing beneath him, your head shaking as wild cackles fly from your mouth.

“AEEP NOHOHO AHAHHAHAA PUHUNZZ NAHAHHAA IHIHI CAHHANNTTT!”

He snickers. “Can’t what? Can’t take just how bad it tickles? Tell me, is it worse since you can’t see where my hands are going at all? I mean, sure, when you can see me you still never know exactly what part of your hips I could go for next but you can still at least see my face. You can see my smile or my smirk and see my hands moving. But with this I can do whatever and you can’t even try to guess it! You can’t see me at all, and I just really think, knowing you, this must absolutely kill you… but you wanna know what else I think?”

He pauses his motions and you calm to residual giggles, panting as bit as you ask, “What else do you think?”

He leans down to your right ear again and you practically hear the grin on his face as he whispers breathily, “That you absolutely love how it kills you.”

With that he switches to kneading at the very bottom of your hips just above your thighs. You jolt up as if shot with electricity before crashing back down, wild laughter flowing out once more.

“GAH NONOOHOHOHO AHHAHA YOOUU NANAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHA SHIHIZZZ NAHAHHA!”

He smiles happily at your reaction, laughing softly. “Soho frihickkehenn ticklish here it’s insane!”

You shake your head in denial. “NAHHHAA IHIHMM NOHOHOTTTT!”

He tsks shaking his head now. “Yea and I’m not immortal two on valorant right now. Get real dude! You know I was gonna wait a few more minutes before actually going to your thighs, but just for that let’s go ahead and get it going.”

Before you can even say anything in apology he’s moved down to sit on your calves, not even giving you a second to regain composure before he starts scratching up and down the back of your thighs. You burst into laughter again, your upper body squirming and jolting since your legs can’t move with Punz’s weight on them.

“AHAHA NOHOHO SHIHIZZ PUHUHNNZZZ AHHAHA NOHOHO SSSCCRRAHAHATTCCHHEHEHESS!”

He simply chuckles and switches to pinching up and down the backs of your thighs as he says, “No scratches? Okay are pinches better then?”

You shake your head as a bout of higher pitched, non-stop squeaks leave your mouth, he doesn’t wait for you to even answer.

“EEK NAHAH EEK PUHUNZZ EEK AHAHA!”

He can’t help but laugh a little as he says “Youuurhehe lihikkehe aha squeaky toy, I pinch you and you squeak and the same happens when I squeeze your sides.”

He sends a quick squeeze to your side, the surprise making you jolt and squeak louder. “EEEK NAHA DOHONNTT!”

He snickers and stops his hands resting back on your thighs. “Don’t what? Don’t squeeze your sides? Don’t worry I’m focusing on your lower body right now. Which in fact maybe it’s about time we get started on your knees, him? I know there’s not a whole lot we can do to the backs but it’ll be fun anyways, and it’ll help save some of your energy for our last spot!”

You raise your head your eyes widening knowing exactly what spot he’s talking about and you quickly start trying to bargain. “Or or or or hear me out okay? Just really quick this will only take one second please please please hear me out?!”

He smirks in satisfaction at your reaction and he nods. “I’m listening”

You nod. “Okay okay so how about instead of that last spot you instead just get the back of my knees and then flip me over and get the tops of my knees and the tops of my thighs?! Huh doesn’t that sound great?!”

He pretends to contemplate for a moment sitting in silence before finally speaking, “Well yes it does sound great but not as great as getting to tickle your feet. So offer has been heard, but it’s a no.”

You gasp and begin to try and bargain again but you’re cut off by a squeal, your laughter raising a few octaves as he begins scratching at the back of your knees.

“But punz please I’ll even leEEP NAHAHAHA FRIHIHICKK AHAHHAHA NOHOHO!”

He grins as he says “What was that? I couldn’t quite understand you with all your squealing and laughing!”

Your face is bright red as you just shake your head, lost in laughter before managing to say “NAHAHA SHIHIZZ AHAHA IHI WAHASS GOHOHNAHHA TRHIHIYY AHHAANNDD NEHHEEGOHOTRIHIHIAHHATTEHHE AHAHAHHGGGHAHAHIHIHNN!”

He snickers and rolls his eyes. “Well nice try but the time for negotiation is over. In fact, I think it might even be time for the finale don’t you?”

You frantically shake your head

“NOHOHO NOHOHO IHITTSS NOHOTT TIHIHIMEEHEHE”

He chuckles softly as he says “If you’re worried about it ending too soon don’t… we’ll still be here quite a while…”

Your breath catches in your throat and your body completely freezes as he says that.

“W-wait what…”

He laughs as he moves to sit on your ankles so your feet are practically immobile. “You didn’t really think I was just gonna tickle your feet for like a minute or something, did you?”

You shrug slowly and timidly. “I.. w-well I-I I don’t know you-you’ve b-been pretty random w-with h-h-how l-long you’ve been um y-you uh y-you you know so um I- I… had no idea really h-how um l-l-long you’d uh do i-it f-for…”

He nods softly. “Okay fair I guess that makes sense. I don’t know exactly how long this will last because you decide that”

Your eyes widen as you raise your head. “W-what…”

He smirks and snickers. “Yep you decide exactly how long it’ll last because… I’m gonna tickle you til you say your safe word.”

Without another word and before you could even try to bargain or escape or do anything really he started running his blunt nails up and down your feet. You let out a small scream, your laugh raising a few octaves as your upper body jolts before wiggling around the best it can since you can’t move your feet hardly at all.

“AAH NAHAHHA HEHEPUHUHNZZZ AHHAHA NHAHAHAHE SHIHIHIZZZ AHA!”

He can’t help but snicker a little at your scream. “You seriously have to have the most ticklish feet of anyone I have ever met”

Your face is bright red and you’re so flustered, even your ears tint red as you shake your head both in denial and from just how much you’re laughing.

“NAHAHA SHUHUHUSSHHH THAHHATTSSS SOHOHO NOHOTTT TRUHUEEHEHE”

He scoffs and tsks softly. “Alright then who has more ticklish feet than you that I’ve met”

You could easily name any one of your mutual friends just as a feasible attempt at denial but that’s not usually your style, so instead you go for what you know is surely gonna be your death.

“YOOUUU IHIDDIHIHIOOTTT WHOHO EHEHLLLSSEHHEHE!”

His breathe hitches and he stops his hands, resting ever so still on your feet as he leans his head down by your face.

“What did you just say?”

You manage an eye roll through your residual giggles and panting as you say “Youuuu hehehaharrdd mehhe loouhuhuddd ahahnddd cllehehahaharrr luhuuhkehehe!”

His eyes widen and then he quickly shakes his head, small chuckles leaving his lips. “Oho you are so done you hear me? Hmm do I need to say it again you are done.”

Before you can even begin to ask what he means you hear the bottle of lotion you keep on his nightstand pop open, you are really realizing just how much of a fright person you are with how much you keep freezing up today. “P-pu-“

Before you can even get his name out he shushes you. “No, your time for talking is over. I want you to laugh for me until you can’t laugh anymore.”

He gets to work rubbing the lotion into both feet and that alone has you giggling as it always does. Your body is already squirming again, though much lighter than before. “Eeheheh nahhaa nohoho yoouuu dihihddnnttt hahahvvehhehe tohoho dohoho thihisss!”

He shakes his head as he lets out a deep sigh. “You say that as if you didn’t purposely provoke me…”

You gulp and stutter uselessly. “I-… uh I- you… I-“

He closes the cap and claps his hands together lightly. “Well that should be good enough, let’s get this finished shall we?”

He wastes no time going back to work, scribbling up and down your feet once more. A shrieky scream rips from your throat as you fall into silence for a few seconds before laughter returns, your body flopping like a fish.

“AAAHEEE…. NAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHA NOHOHOHOOOO AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!”

He nods slowly with satisfaction. “That’s it, just laugh to your heart’s content. I can do this however long you want me to.”

You shake your head about and your fists pound the bed. Suddenly a shriek, higher pitched than any of your others, comes barreling out your mouth as your flopping turns to thrashing and you uselessly pull at your legs. He had begun focusing right under your toes on your right foot and right on the middle of your sole on your left.

The combination was too much. You simply couldn’t go on. You had had enough

“AEEEEHH NAHAHHA SHIHIHZZ OHOHO MYY FRIHIHHIHCCK AHHAHAHAHA NAHAHA OHOKAHAYYY OHOHOKKAHHAYY REHEDDD!”

He stops the second he hears the word leaving your lips, climbing off you. He practically runs to his fridge, grabbing you a bottle of water and returning moments later to see you giggling residually, curled up with your feet twitching every few seconds. He carefully sets it on the night stand and cautiously approaches the bed.

“Y/n? You um, you good? I didn’t go too far did I?”

You shake your head slowly and work to uncurl yourself, sitting up panting and giggling residually. You shakily grab the water and luckily Punz had already opened it so practically got the cap off with one gentle turn. You quickly down half the bottle before putting it back on the nightstand. Your giggles have stopped and so has the twitching— you slowly motion for Punz to come to you.

“I’m good, you did just fine. You stopped the second you heard the safeword leaving my lips, you got me a bottle of water and gave me my space, you did exactly what I needed and now what I need is a hug before I go shower. Turns out being on your stomach with your face shoved into a pillow half the time you’re being demolished makes you much more sweaty than when your being demolished on your back.”

He smiles brightly and with relief as he practically jumps into your arms. “Good, I’m glad I did it all right. Did you, uh, have fun and all? It wasn’t too much, was it?”

You giggle softly at his concern, placing a hand on his cheek. “You can settle down. I’m fine, I had so much fun and it wasn’t too much it was just the right amount of everything. Thank you. Now there’s one more thing I want you to do before I go shower.”

He hmms as he tilts his head to the side softly. “Hmm what’s that?”

You smirk, an evil glint in your eyes. “Laugh for me Punz!”

He exclaims in surprise as you tackle him to the bed. “GAH WHAT!?”

Yea, you were pretty sweaty but a shower could wait at least another few minutes…. orrr maybe ten.

The end

Special thanks to @an-inkling-of for editing this and to @mushiewrites @wishitweresummer and @galacticlee3 for helping with spots I got stuck on when writing and everything!!

[processedinparallel]

first tournament!

in little under a month, i'll be taking my first official step on my path to the National Master title!

on september 8th and 9th, i'll be playing a total of six games of USCF rated chess. that's... a lot of chess.

on the 8th, i'll be joining UWM's chess club as they will be hosting a small swiss tournament as a warmup for the next day. i think the time control is G/45d5 if i remember correctly, and i'll be playing two games then.

(the time control notation means that each player gets 45 minutes and there's a 5 second delay before their clock starts ticking)

on the 9th, UWM's chess club is hosting "Chesswaukee", or the Milwaukee Open, and it'll be my first big tournament! i'll be playing four games of G/60d5 i can't stress this enough, but my gOD, i'm so fucking nervous. i'll probably be playing in the Unrated section, but i do wanna see if i can move up. those harder sections have more prize money, so...

pretty sure i make my entrance fee back if i win first place in the unrated section, plus a bonus for the "biggest upset". whatever that means.

either way, i've been studying. it's crazy, but i've never really studied chess before. sure, i watch gothamchess and other youtubers, but i haven't ever read a chess book or done endgames or stuff like that. it definitely is a bit intimidating. i've gotten to the point in my chess where i have to grind in order to improve. the dunning-kreuger effect or however you spell it. to that end, here's some of the things i've been doing to study.

openings:

with openings, i've decided to stick to my guns for the most part. it's a bit scary to learn completely new openings when i'm not even that familiar with the ideas in the ones i already play, so i'm mostly brushing up on my most played openings and learning one or two new ones. i've created a lichess study with the openings i'm gonna study, so if anyone reads this and wants to see some of the variations i',m learning, then i'd be happy to share! i'll list them here, though. mostly, with these openings, i'm trying to be the one to surprise my opponent and not the other way around. i'm trying to gain initiative and force them into openings i am slightlyyy more comfortable around.

as white, i'm going for 1. e4. i'm studying the italian, mostly the fried liver, and learning the evan's gambit. just in case, i'll review some main lines. against the petrov, i'm brushing up on stafford gambit theory as well as reviewing the Nimzowitsch attack. against the french and the caro, i'm going for the exchange variation of both. in most of my games, that's what i go for anyway, so it'll be good to use openingtree.com to see where i go right and wrong in my games there. finally, against the sicillian, i plan on going with the alapin. i've never played it lol. anyway, these are the most played responses against e4, so i feel comfortable leaving my studying there.

as black, i naturally have to have a plan for the most popular opening moves for white. against 1. e4, i'll probably play the scandinavian defense, or what i like to call the scandi. it's the opening i'm most comfortable with, so it is a no brainer pick. i've dabbled in the caro and the french of course, but i'm not sure i'm gonna be able to study/play it enough to be comfy using it in the tourney. against 1. d4, i plan on replying with d5 and seeing what happens. i'm most worried about the london, but i've been studying a weapon against it. using the weapon comes with the drawback of me having to learn an opening variation that forces me in playing something unfamilliar. against the queen's gambit, i plan on going with the slav defense. i'll probably have to learn something against the trompowsky, the english, and 1. Nf3, just to cover as many bases as i can.

middlegames:

i plan on reading Simple Chess by Micheal Stean and playing through some of the games there. also, with the openings i'm learning, just looking up the plans and middlegame ideas that result from those openings. to be honest, the "plans/ideas" issue is the thing i'm most worried about. if i can get out of the opening fine and know some of the plans of the position, i'm fairly confident in playing my best chess from there. i know i'm okay at chess, but my mental is out of whack. if i can FEEL prepared, it'll push me far in my prep for the tournament. that really goes for all the sections here.

tactics:

i think i'm fairly okay at tactics, but... i've been doing them wrong this whole time. i need to completely rewire my brain from scratch. with tactics, i rely heavily on intuition and pattern recognition rather than concrete calculation and seeing all candidate moves. it's a weakness i need to work on. i'll try and do 30 mins to an hour every day of pure tactics training.

endgames:

i honestly think endgames are horrible and boring. and, once again, it's because i suck at concrete calculation. i've lost so many games recently against players that i should've soundly beat, but my endgame technique is not that solid and it takes me too much time to calculate. i don't have the intuition built yet. i gotta play more practical endgames through a book or something, but i don't really have a plan as of now. all i know is i need to do SOMETHING to work on them.

that's it for now! look for an update in like a week and a half!

if anyone is reading this... wish me luck

;-; o7

-Processed in Parallel

[tiikerikani]

An unexpected encounter

What really happened:

Oh no!! I was at the thrift shop just now and someone tapped me on the shoulder and was like HEY I've seen you at Vesterinen gigs! I'm like ?!! I don't immediately know who she is, I assume it's another groupie so I'm like "when's your next gig? Is it Tavastia?" And she's like "no, in Tampere." My brain starts spinning. In February? It’s odd that a Helsinki-area groupie wouldn’t be at Tavastia in 2 weeks. "It's... ah... next Thursday I think?" She starts swiping through her phone. "It's the Pir—" and I'm thinking I don't remember seeing that on the calendar, must be some private thing?? somebody's special I know exactly what she's talking about.

Earlier...

2023.11.30 – Pirhalaiset yhdessä vapaalla (TähtiAreena, Tampere)

So, uh… a friend of a friend's employer had this staff social thing, and she kindly let me have her ticket since it's not her kind of music and (as it turns out) appeared to have other plans anyway. We figured that it's a large enough organization that nobody there knows everybody else, so I could probably stay under the radar as long as nobody tried to socialize with me.

Some people with ADHD are reckless risk-takers; I get my rush from scheming (never in a malicious way) and going unnoticed. (I loved playing pretend ninjas and spies as a kid.) And that's why you're only finding out about this now :)

I noticed that there were a lot of people on the bus who were kind of nicely dressed and some were introducing people to each other. Not at all surprising that about half of the bus was going to the same place.

I'm here on a mission so I didn’t avail myself of the (cash) bar and beelined towards the stage. I covered my hair to try to hide my foreignness a bit since the crowd was overwhelmingly, well, European.

I didn’t want to show up right at the start of the event, which I thought might draw attention to myself. There was already a lot of people and the warmup act/party band was Duo Töyssy & Tervaniemi, who were already playing. I was mostly familiar with the songs they were covering so I could at least fake singing along with the crowd a bit, and there was a part when they did Lady Gaga's Poker Face, which then turned into a Finnish translation of it, then into a medley of some other (Finnish) songs. They even covered a Vesterinen song (albeit an older one — Villihevosia, which is itself a cover — as to not step on their toes). They were certainly very entertaining and good at what they do.

There were then some speeches from the event organizer and organization heads. It was said there were about 300 people there and it was being livestreamed for folks who couldn't make it. I laugh and cheer along with everybody else, I'm getting better at doing this in a natural way to blend in.

Unlike at "normal" public shows, people weren't so glued to the barricade that they sometimes even stepped away so I eventually found my own space there.

I don’t think anybody suspected anything of the weird foreigner screaming all the songs at the front. I couldn't tell if the band noticed me though. I was too occupied taking (bad) pictures to do too much dramatic gesticulating. (Also something about not attracting too much attention.)

The organizers wanted to do a crowd photo with the band after so I tried to face away from the camera then :P

I had considered asking the roadies for the set list (because this was something the Blondes wouldn’t have) but I forgot and I needed to chase down any band member before they disappeared.

Senpai, unable to help himself because he is too damn nice, was trapped giving people selfies. I elbowed my way to that end of the barricade and saw Heini, so I shouted at her and handed her my bag of miniatures. (This was actually ideal because I’d tagged her in my Instagram pic of her figure in progress so she is aware of its existence.) I continued toward the exit and watched Heini dragging Senpai away (”sorry we gotta go, we’re going to Seinäjoki tomorrow”). I caught his eye and waved and he waved and gave his slightly startled look (very familiar to me now). To be honest I’m not sure if the contradiction between the occasion and my presence there crossed his mind…

Maailma palaa

Kohti sydänpeltoja

Ilman mua

Tummilla teillä

Rodeo

Kukaan ei koskaan

Faarao (no intro)

Kolme hyvää vinkkiä

Älä lopu yö

Onnellinen mies

Hetken ikuinen

// Kanto (with seriously long guitar solo)

// Arlandan portailla

[Concert write-up archive and master calendar]

[castle-dominion]

c3x7 almost famous

I’ve actually seen this one before! It was recorded on TV but I didn’t know it was season 3. This was one of the first ones I’d seen. 

nypd open up ; )

Too many pickles

Me: joining in on the vocal warmups RC: I had a dream I was floating on a lily pad & the swedish bikini team was whispering positive reviews of naked heat  MR: Oh that must have been lovely RC: Yeah... MR: Why are you telling us this RC: Well because of you my swedish paradise turned into a wailing cat shelter

MR: Besides, we’ll all have plenty of time to sleep when we’re dead. *phone rings for a murder* (probably won’t clip)

Alexis’s voice sounds like she’s going thru puberty or smth

RC: Maybe he’s old-school, didn’t want to give up the badge he’d made his career on? LP: Castle he’s mid 20s KB: [the gun is] fake! RC: *taps end & sniffs* that’s tequila *licks finger* that’s cheap tequila

LP: *rips open the guy’s pants* RC: *covers the view* man has a car?

RC: *runs over* shotgun KB: Castle you’re the only one here RC: Ugh this place reminds me of my first dorm room (I don’t think I’ll clip that)

They don’t have a warrant to come in tho

wow Wow WOW

RC: Ladies, I am not a stripper, though I understand how you can make that mistake

Poor gal, puking into their garbage bin. Poor esposito I didn’t know throwing up made him nauseous. (TRIVIA FOR THE SHOW) & the other detective back there too (won’t clip...) she’s still wearing the ring too Y’all tie back her hair. I’ve never had hair that long & now listen I have a mohawk but even I know that u need to tie back long hair if you’re vomiting

Aw castle, getting em coffee, I love him RC: It might interest you to know I’m an assistant volunteer homicide detective myself : ) Oh my goodness this is a great episode, plenty of witnesses but all too drunk to remember.  Ryan, always the phone sim camera record guy. 

JE: They’re treating him like a piece of meat RC: it’s ok, *pats him on the shoulder* Me: It’s his job & also I’ve heard the way YOU talk esposito.  Kathleen: It’s what he’s paid for

K but castle’s laughs & ryan’s face

Girl it’s a digital zoom, not enhancing.  (& why do you need to tap the keyboard? all u need to do is hit ctrl & zoom)

(I still can’t get over how he’s called officer mcnaughty)

SHE HAD TO WAITRESS WHILE HUNGOVER? or maybe she gets a discount there & wasn’t scheduled for work that day

KR: Mostly just of movie posters & a bunch of donald trump books about finance B’y this show is in 2010

Lol “looking up”

Weird timing. KB: You guys head off *ryan looks to esposito in confusion* mucho men *ryan mouths mucho men barely after beckett says it* that’s the place that booked him. Bud he would be saying that a moment later. Not before beckett even said “mucho men”

RC: He’s not even that handsome. 300 bucks an hour? Little steep. LP: As the one person in this room who has seen everything under the sheet? BARGAIN.

RC: Some women want officer mcnaughty, others want an older man with mutual funds. You know, daddy issues. It’s times like this I’m glad my relationship with my dad is actually surprisingly good & I’m queer. 

LS: Sorry, promoters are up my ass.  JE: Lloyd Sanders? LS: I’m already up to my ears in a-rods, *esposito looks at himself* but your friend here, I got women requesting that skinny twilight dude like crazy *Ryan now looks at himself* (Bro ryan isn’t even that skinny, he just looks skinny next to esposito who has muscle like a brickshithouse) LS, tossing a pair of underwear to Ryan: One size fits all. *ryan looks at the underwear trying to figure out what it is* Bathroom’s down the hall if you’re shy.  KR: :| >:| JE: NYPD KR: I can assure you, these would fit LS: That’s what they all say the package store XD (after the interview) KR: Thank you for your time. LS: Hey if you change your mind I can provide you with fangs & some hair gel KR: a??? JE: *just offended*

(Remember in a few seasons when ryan gets a job at men-hattan? as a security guard? Yeah anyway)

KR: Casually mentions twilight to make esposito jealous

KB: Well there’s only one way to find out. *singsong* Oh castle!

(I’m glad my gay older brother is not here) Except ryan & esposito DID NOT call not-it! (she brought him here!) Castle caught the frickin pants

Ooh this is going to be a good scene. Ryan making coffee, esposito taking off his long-sleeved collared sweater in the background. Ryan adding a bit of sugar to their coffees, esposito working out, speaking of which I should do my pushups today. Ryan turns around with an “aight here you go” but stops short when he sees esposito just doing dips on a chair. (Bestie you have a gym upstairs.) JR: Up to his ears in a-rods? I got an a-rod for that SOB. Three years Varsity Ball (talented sports team), *ryan lowkey checking him out,* two years Special Forces triathlon (military marathon), & NYPD calendar 2007. KR: *Looking up into the corner* JE: What? >:( KR: It was a group photo JE: I got letters KR: Yeah, three, two of them from your mom JE: One of them was from my mom KR: Sure JE, politely taking coffee: twilight my ass (clipping)

castle surrounded by women & not liking it? Wow. “Hey honey you found me!”

You know good for them. Firefighters are better than cops for sure. & it’s also a dance! Not just body, but entertainment!

Interesting, the deleted scene & the “woah woah whoa murder?” must be in a different order than initiall7 expected. Well no the deleted scene is similar to this but it’s just a different take. Different take, not deleted scene. 

Castle & his books KR: Did you go home & watch sunset boulevard before your trip to the package store? (esposito isn’t fed up with him this time)

I love martha.

This attorney is weird... 

KB: Ryan can you pull up derek’s acting reel? KR: Man, once was bad enough

Ryan is starting to wear vests & ties more, ties for sure. His colours are still dark tho. I like the evolution of their styles. Esposito just had a long sleeved sweater like thing over his t-shirt, now he is wearing a weird shirt with a lot of panels & a tie & i rly like it. 

Esposito had gang task force days. At least we’re getting backstory this episode. Sports, special forces, & gang task force.  (that’s probably how he knew detective slaughter...? & his interactions with Racine when he was with Ike probably)

Ooh I like the look of them (& I like beckett’s & castle’s outfits)

You know what good on her, & pookiebear that’s honestly kinda cute but a hilariously fake buttslap sound.

Castle you watch way too many infomercials. (He has probably seen Sticky Buddy & the OmniTool+)

KR: IDK how you missed that *slaps the receipt into esposito’s chest with another hilariously fake buttslap sound*

I KNEW I REMEMBERED THE NAME JESSE MANDALAY

Ooh fake identity!!!

Poor gal. Louve he’r idenidy.  Poor guy contractor man...

KB: Do you have any brochures? I’m looking for a place. Mine blew up. My mom told me that tick tick tick was the last episode & I believed her because we only had four episodes of Castle & I thought it was as short-running show that went out with a bang. Then I saw this episode & made some assumptions. But I still hadn’t seen boom, the sequel episode so I wasn’t sure how beckett survived. The part that gets me is that this was halfway through season two & now it is season three. It has been an entire summer, where has beckett been staying? With her dad probably?

I like how sometimes ryan is wearing a soft, dress sweater, sometimes a funny little patterned shirt with a tie, sometimes a normal dress shirt tie & suit jacket (with a coat as well if he needs it), & sometimes a suit with a vest. I love a good waistcoat. Look at him. Every episode I can’t help but notice how pretty he is. I also notice everyone else & their costume choices are very good & purposefully made.

I knew the lawyer was sus. 

This man is already a lawyer you’re never going to get him all the way.

I like how martha calls herself an actress but also an actor & refers to the concept “actor” with he/him pronouns. It gives her bigender or genderfluid vibes even tho it really doesn’t. 

Always!

Rick is such a dad. He loves his daughter so much & no matter how childish or grossly adult he acts, when he is around his daughter he is full of love.  Also the little feeding the birds with her uwu.

(ok got all my clips)

[thesunshineriptide]

Could I request the vice housewardens + Ruggie play fighting with the reader, is there a certain way they initiate if they play fight at all? Do they smack talk? I NEED TO KNOW

Also don't forget to drink water and consume your fruits and veggies 💛

This request made me so happy and it was hilarious to think about someone fighting a bunch of cryptids for fun. Anyway yes absolutely I hope this if acceptable and thank you for reminding me, I am currently drinking water now

Okay so the vice housewardens (or second in commands, which is more accurate) are the feistiest group at NRC. They are all shady or ready to deck someone which makes me think that it’s simply a trait housewardens look for. I’d imagine they all play-fight, but where and how varies greatly. Also the tags look so gnarly but I swear none of them are that violent

Hit me with your best shot

Characters: Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook, Ortho, Lilia, Floyd (mentioned)

Tw// fighting, violence, drowning (mentions), biting, hunting, Rook typical behavior, Leech typical behavior, food, bruises/marks, blood mention

Trey

Definitely a play fighter in the casual way.

Most likely to poke at you, smack you with a pillow, throw something at you, etc.

He’s probably the second gentlest in this regard because he’s human and not training to beat the fuck out of someone

When you play fight it’s probably because one of you is being snippy after a long day of dealing with other peoples bullshit.

You aren’t likely to end up actually injured or bruised or anything, but you may end up wrestling on the floor of Trey’s room or smacking each other with pillows.

He’s an older brother so he knows restraint but the urge to pull hair and smack the shit out of someone is strong.

Instead he just pins you to the ground and dramatically lays on you to keep you there

You guy definitely have a food fight.

Not like, with finished dishes or anything, but in a ‘I dropped some ice from the freezer and instead of kicking it under the fridge, we’re playing ice soccer in the kitchen at 3 am’ kind of way.

Or sometimes when you have leftover frosting from a cake he’s made you end up flinging it at each other.

If you ever cover his mouth he will lick it and give you an evil smirk

His trash talk is somehow both very good and very bad at the same time.

He gets into it but he also uses stupid insults like “you’re a poopface” mostly because he wants you to know he’s joking because onetime he called riddle an asshole and he cried so now he’s careful

Please take a boxing class with him you two would have so much fun

Ruggie

Initiates by walking up and biting your shoulder or sometimes just shoving you and running.

If you accept playfighting him at least once be prepared he’s going to do it a lot.

He has so much pent up aggression.

Half of the fighting is smack talk and boy does he have a MOUTH.

Hopefully you have thick skin because otherwise when he says shit like “you look like a gazelle ass fucked a cactus” you might actually cry

Definitely rougher when he plays.

Expect claw marks, bites, bruises, and sore limbs when you’re done fighting.

Try to ignore the stares you get from everyone when they see a bite mark on your shoulder because how do you explain you didn’t do that you were actually just beating the shit out of each other

He will start a fight literally anywhere and you two probably go at it for at least an hour before he gives up

If he ends up drawing blood he’s frantically making sure you’re alright and patching you up

Probably play fights with you as warmup for spelldrive practice.

This entails him coming to your room, pouncing on you to wake you up, then maniacally laughing when you fight him off with a scowl.

But on the bright side, he brought you breakfast (Leona paid for it, shhh) so it wasn’t for nothing

Jade

Jade isn’t one to play fight normally, he has a reputation to keep up.

So he won’t usually initiate that.

If you start to goad him into it, he just gives you a menacing smile then turns you over to Floyd to play like that.

If you still insist on playing with him, he will literally just pick you up and sling you over his shoulder until you promise to stop.

Then he drops you on the ground.

Now, that’s how it goes on land, anyway. But in water? Hooboy, hope you can hold your breath.

Jade’s third favorite thing to do is drag people underwater (the first two are hiking in the mountains and teasing Azul) and luckily for you, he remembers just how much you like play fighting!

And since Jade’s in the water, chances are Floyd is too.

They rarely do fun things without each other.

So now you’re going to be fighting for your life from two mischievous mer-eels.

Jade wears a darkly serene expression as he asks you whatever could be the matter and Floyd looks like he’s won the fucking jackpot when you surface from getting dragged into the water with them

You will not win this playfight, because there is little distinguishing it from a real one.

The only difference is that they aren’t actually trying to harm you, but you probably won’t realize that when Jade repeatedly drags you under water to see how long you can hold your breath, trapping your legs with his tail.

He finds the way you beat at him with your fists pretty adorable, which is lucky because that means you won’t drown today!

You will receive 0 aftercare from him for this traumatic experience, but he may invite you to do it again.

Don’t accept it’s a tr-

Jamil

You’re not so much play-fighting Jamil as you’re training with him.

Which is probably good, it means there’s rule and a time limit.

Anyway, most of his comments are half trash talk and half trying to get a rise out of you.

Very “is that the best you’ve got?”

Sparring with him is fucking exhausting so you likely do it mostly in the evenings or when Jamil is training some other students.

Sometimes he gets way too into it and ends up mixing breakdance moves and martial arts to kick your ass.

He has knocked your feet out from under you before and he will do it again

Moves so confidently and quickly you think he might moonlight as an assassin

Chances are you’re not gonna beat him, he’s got years of experience, but you’re getting stronger and faster when you’re with him.

If he ends up hitting you too hard he apologizes quickly and you don’t usually have many bruises due to the fact he makes you wear padding and you spar on a mat

Dude can totally take a hit so you don’t really have to hold back (he prefers if you don’t, it tests him more)

so don’t be afraid to smack him around.

Genuinely appreciative of you doing this with him and makes sure to let you know every time you take up his offer to practice together

He repays you buy providing you with snacks light on the stomach after you’re done working out together, usually some lightly chilled water and a piece of fruit.

Also sends you home with leftovers of whatever he made for dinner that night

Rook

Hahahaha….oh dear lord. So listen, there’s two types of play fighting.

There’s the one you initiate, then there’s the one he initiates.

One of them is fun!

The other is straight from a horror movie

If you initiate, he’s happy to indulge, and he hits a littler harder than he means to sometimes but overall it’s pretty chill.

You two end up chasing each other around campus, playing what could be described as a really intense, violent game of tag.

By the time you’re done, you’re both covered in dirt of mud and have sticks and leaves sticking to you.

If he initiates, please don’t take his offer.

This is the scary one.

His version of play fighting is chasing you through the woods behind campus with a bow and arrow and yelling vague threats about “ahh, you’re close! I can almost smell you~” and occasionally shooting an arrow that is ENTIRELY TOO CLOSE for comfort.

If he catches up to you - or just decides this is the right moment - he’s tackling you to the ground.

He’ll tease you for losing before attacking you with tickles, the most terrifying of all weapons.

So maybe it isn’t scary in the end, since he was never gonna hurt you, but running through the forest with nobody nearby except for a guy armed with a long ranged weapon is absolutely terrifying, and there’s always the slim chance he misses….

Ortho

Gentlest of the list.

He’s more sure how much pressure to apply when play fighting, so it mostly ends up being pillow fights, or something else that’s soft.

Poking, bumping into you, very very gentle punching, that’s all on the table.

If you try to initiate, Idia will get very pissed.

All of his internal components are extremely sensitive, you can’t just smack him! And besides that, he’s tiny, and his brother! Why would you do this?

Idia is genuinely terrifying when his entire attention is focused on you, and hes pissed.

The flames of his hair are growing and flickering wildly as his gold eyes glare down into yours.

The only thing that calms him down is when Ortho begs him to

So you don’t really get to physically play fight with him anymore, but you do get to game together.

With Idia’s supervision.

He’s not going to be letting Ortho around you anymore since you decided to fight a literal innocent child

Lilia

I’m fairly certain that play fighting is Lilia’s love language.

He loves to beat the shit out of people.

Least gentle next to Jade, because he will literally grab you and throw you in the air.

You’re not in danger, but his awareness of the human limits is limited, unlike Jade.

Probably isn’t a fan of shit-talking in person, but definitely does it when he’s gaming late at night.

Probably play fight in the Diasomnia lounge.

There’s an audience there to watch you get your ass kicked by an old man, as well as to see you fling the five foot nothing bat across the room.

Most intense play fighting imaginable.

He’s a big fan of flipping people and literally just throwing people around.

He’s completely fine with people doing it back to him, he finds it fun.

Playing with him is like trying to fight black widow, except if you call for a time out he’ll let you.

Silver and Sebek both try and warn you not to do this.

They literally trained with him as children they know he does not fuck around.

You ignore their advice and end up with a broken leg and a bowl of Lilia’s soup.

[simp-cityxx]

It’s Showtime~

A Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader fic (NSFW)

Summary: Your lowkey malewife Fushiguro comes to pick you up from work, but you have some ulterior plans for the night…

Warnings: Praise, Degradation, Lots of dirty talk, spanking, breeding, possessiveness; other general smutty stuff (read at your own risk)

A/N: so yea, Nanami and Toji exist simultaneously in this story which doesn’t make sense (but that’s hawt so) but yk what else doesn’t make sense? THE WORD MALEWIFE AND TOJI BEING REMOTELY CLOSE TO ONE ANOTHER! But yeh enjoy

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“Late again, huh.”

As you walked under the dim streetlight, Toji opened up your passenger door before crossing his arms with a blank stare on his face.

“Sorry. Nanami just needed someone to stay back and help file a few-“

He slithers a hand on your waist as the other tilts your chin. “Yeah princess, whatever.” Although his approach is far from polite, you’re far too focused on his touches to come up with a witty response. The way his words, gazes, and touches were coated with gracefulness but tinged with urgency drove you wild. It was far from erratic but not essentially delicate…this must’ve been the delicious taste of experience, and you were set for sails just thinking about it.

“What am I going to do with you…” he chuckles, pulling you into a kiss; one that feels almost too intimate. You grip onto his tight shirt with his toned muscles enclosed, leaving you practically gasping for air.

The kiss finally calms down and you hop in the front seat of Toji’s car. It always puzzled you how the man was able to afford such a lavish car on his own, Given the fact that he often took on the role of your “househusband”. You focused your attention as Fushiguro unexpectedly brushed a lose piece of hair out of your face. Even such a simple gesture had your thighs squeezing together, tensing up as the engine started.

“So why does that blondie keep working you so late anyways?”, He sits his hand on his chin.

“I think it’s simply the fact that im the only one who fully understands Mr.Nanami’s file systems.”

He chuckles, “Bullshit. Your boss totally has the hots for ya.” Trying to conceal his feelings on the matter, he opts to keeping his blank stare on the road.

You rolls your eyes, “You know it’s not like that.”

“Well if even if it was, you know I’m still your man,” he shoots you a toothy smile, god he was so hot when he smiled…

You giggle, rolling your eyes.

“You are so damn corny.”

The rest of the ride is quiet, as you’re caught up in your own head. This relationship with the sorcerer killer had been such a whirlwind, even after about three months. His arrogant and flirtatious demeanor never gave any indication that he would want to ‘slow down’, but somehow you were able to mellow him out. In some ways at least.

Before you knew it Toji was opening the passenger door.

“Baby,…..y/n”, He tapped your shoulder as you had kinda zoned out.

“Oh yeah sorry”, you stood up, only to immediately get tossed over the mans broad shoulder, sneakily hoisting you up with a hand on your ass.

“IM NOT YOUR FUCKIN WORM PUT ME DOWN!”

“Huh?”

Without batting an eye, he puts you down as soon as the front door opens.

……..

Walking into the bedroom, you decide to throw on something a little more…causal. (Something you really know will get him going). You grab one of Fushiguro’s oversized collared shirts, leaving it open to expose the skimpy new lingerie you had just bought. Although not something you felt totally comfortable in, one of your office friends insisted you buy it for a night just like this.

You sluggishly walk into the kitchen where dinner is prepared, stretching your spine with a heavy yawn, before glaring up at Toji’s ample chest, merely covered by a black apron.

The raven haired man looks towards you, almost as if he hasn’t noticed your change in attire. You sit down for your meal, a little disappointed at the lack of reaction from your man. You finish up dinner and sluggishly stumble to the living room. Toji is sitting with eyes unenthusiastically glued to the tv. As you make your way over to join him, you feel a tight grip placed on your hip, pulling you into a rather compromising position.

“I told you last time about wearing satin..”

The words crinkle in your ear, causing your spine to tingle. (He has a thing for satin, lordt knows why)

The muscular man begins to spank you, causing an unexpected moan to escape.

“Shhhh.” A deep sinister grin is painted on his face. “There’s no use in screaming anything but my name sweetie.” God, you hated the way his corniness turned you on.

He persisted, already pushing you to the brink as he increased the intensity through his large palm. occasionally he paused to admire his dirty work, placing the gentlest caresses on your stinging ass before causing you to whimper once again.

You were already panting when Toji positioned you in his arms bridal style. “Tired already dollface? But I haven’t had my way with you yet…”

Fuck. You clench your legs as the heat between your legs intensifies. The raven haired man picks up and shoots one of his grins, floppy hair covering his emerald eyes. You could just die right here.

Gently laying his prized possession on the bed, he positions himself in front of you as you undress him. He throws the apron to the side and wastes no time utterly demolishing the lacey lingere you had picked out for him.

“Toji! That was expensive!”

He merely shrugs it off. “Black card is on the desk babe. You don’t even need all this frilly shit to get me to fuck you.” You cross your arms and avert your gaze; pretending this isn’t the exact outcome you wanted.

“Pout all you want, but your body tells me everything I need to know princess.” As he whispers, He glides a finger over your drenched folds, causing you to release the most sickening moan to ever escape your lips.

“I never knew you were this much of a slut for me. We’ve barely even started…”

As much as you want to give a witty response, his electric fingers slip and stretch inside you, leaving you breathless. You burn all over as he leaves intense marks and kisses all over your skin.

“Stammering already?” He grabs your chin and leans in, pressed against your chest.

“How pathetic. Guess we’ll have to teach you a lesson in manners…” with that he growls, slinging your delicate legs over his broad shoulders. As he leaves kisses on your soft thighs, you shudder in ecstasy. He lets out a chuckle.

“You’re so cute when you tense up like that. Just relax; I’ll take care of it.”

Swiftly he begins unrelentingly devouring you. Kisses pepper your sopping cunt, accompanying the intoxicating hums he makes on your bud. Even with your screams and cries, he only lets up when you finally come.

“Good girl. Now can you do something for me?”

As you nod, he sits you down on the edge of the bed. He positions himself in front of you, giving you a clear look at his egregiously long and thick member. It’s a wonder the thing fit inside you.

“I’m just in need of a little warmup. Think you can handle it sweet heart?”

You nod, regaining your composure.

“Yes sir.”

With that, you take as much of his 13 inches as you can fit in your mouth, but as he hits the back of your throat you begin to choke. Noticing, he slides himself out.

“Don’t overextend yourself little whore. Just the tip is fine…”

After affirming his words, you use your methodical tongue to play with his cock, causing him to release little fucks and hisses from the back of his throat. The way you fit him so well always got him going.

You giggle, “who’s stammering now?”

Teasing him was a big mistase. He furrows his brow and pulls away from you leaving you hungry for more.

“Enough. Lay down skank.”

There was no saving you now. It was much too late. You just guaranteed you’d need to use one your sick days just to recuperate. He pins you down by the wrists and starts biting hard onto your chest, causing you to whimper.

“You thought you were real slick huh.”

“I was only-“

Before you can even finish your sentence, the space in between your legs is stuffed full. He pounds hard into your throbbing cunt, amused by your gasps for air, and leaning down occasionally to leave you kisses. He was just too good, from his dirty talk to the slightest of touch, he just knew every little way to turn you to mush. He grinned as he put a hand to your stomach, feeling his cock penetrate you to your highest capacity. He was so proud have pleasured you in such a way, falling in love with the ways you screamed his name, the way your clever ass could turn into this love drunk fool with no one but him. The love he made between your thighs was proof enough that you could be no one but his. Toji may have been a master of his craft, but the way you wrapped around him even left him begging for more.

As you bucked your hips into him, Toji positioned you on top of him.

“It’s time baby.”

He released more of his intoxicating sounds as you both found yourself on the brink of climax. You pleaded for him to stuff you full, so he did just that, speeding up by grabbing your hips before one final thrust, leaving your thighs shaking around his burning shaft. You were all his as you laid there, dazed by just how amazing the feeling it was.

“You did so well for me today honey. I’m glad you learned your lesson.”

He placed a kiss onto your forehead before getting up to draw you a bath.

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Oh lordt have mercy </3

[shadsie]

African Wild Dog - Painting Study

[thewritetofreespeech]

I'm feeling under the weather. Would you write some scenarios of how the GOM boys + Kagami would take care of me to help me feel better???

Awwww! I’m so sorry to hear that!! I hope you feel better ^_^. Hope this helps too! It’s a little long with all the boys. So rest of the GOM + Kagami is under the cut.

Akashi:

Being sick was the worst. Between the body aches & pains, general lethargy, you hadn’t gotten out of bed hardly at all today. You barely had the energy to get up and call school this morning to tell them you weren’t coming. Thankfully, they hadn’t pressed, and wished you a speedy recovery for returning to class on Monday.

That was your wish too.

You didn’t want anyone to know you were sick.

Sleeping most of the day, you were surprised to hear the doorbell much later in the afternoon. This would be the time you would normally just be getting home from school. So, who could possibly expect you to be home right now?

“Akashi-kun…?” You said in surprise. Finding your boyfriend, and his dreamy duel-colored eyes, on the other side of your door.

“Hello darling.” The brilliant red head greeted with a soft smile. As if it was perfectly natural for him to be here. “I heard you were under the weather. So I came to check on you. I also brought a physician to check in on you as well.” You look past Akashi finally to see a nice, older looking gentleman in a white lab coat with a crescent eyed smile.

“Akashi-kun, I already went to the doctor. That’s how I know I’m sick.”

“This doctor is better.” He announced as he saw himself in, with his doctor, and led you over to the couch. “He’s the personal physician for the Akashi family. His credentials are far superior to that of your typical clinic doctor.” You want to say something to him about how it didn’t take ‘superior credentials’ to diagnosis a cold, but Akashi was already positioning you on the couch. He gave you another soft smile before he turned to the doctor with a much cooler look and told him to get to work.

Sure enough, you still have a cold. “Gee, I’m so glad you brought such a brilliant doctor all the way here for me Sei-kun.” You quip sarcastically. Using your familiar nickname now that you were alone.

“Humor me, alright.” He replied. Bringing over the tray of tea he had been busying himself with while the doctor examined you. “I was worried when you didn’t come to school today. Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I didn’t want to worry you….” You mutter into your tea cup once he had handed it to you. “I know…you get worried about people you care about being sick, after what happened to your mom. When Kuroko was sick last winter you practically wore a trench in the floor pacing ‘til you knew he was better.” Your fingers run the brim of the tea mug. Soaking up the warmth in your hands as you hold it. “I thought I could get over it before you found out, so you wouldn’t have to be the wiser. I guess that was pretty stupid hn? You always figure everything out.”

Akashi looked at you with a soft expression. Then he leaned in to kiss your warm forehead. “You’re not stupid. Don’t ever say that about yourself.” He told you. “And yes, it’s true. I get worried when people I care about are ill. But more than that I get worried when people don’t tell me things. When my mother was sick, no one told me anything. They said she was fine. Then one day she was just gone. Being in the dark is worse than just knowing the truth. So I must insist that you tell me these things in the future. Ok?”

You smile a little. You can tell he was trying really hard not to make this an order; his orders were absolute after all. But he was trying to make sure that he was kept in the loop in the future. He was worried about you.

You smile a little and snuggle into Akashi’s chest. “Yes kotei-kun.”

Midorama:

Thank God Japan had such strict firearm laws, because if you had a gun right now you’d shot yourself.

Ok, no you wouldn’t. But death would be a sweet blessing over this cold. This 24-hour bug thing hit you hard and hit you fast. Crippling you from a once vibrant human being to a walking corpse in less than a few hours. You sincerely wished that it was only 24 hours.

You hear the doorbell from the kitchen and hope it’s your soup. Too weak to even make your own food, you’d begrudgingly ordered some hot broth in an attempt to eat and keep up your strength.

You open the door to surprisingly find not your soup but Shutoku’s positive point guard standing there. “Takao?”

“Hi [Y/N]-chan!”

“What are you doing here?”

“Shin-chan heard you were sick. So, he wanted to come take care of you.” Holding of a napsack of supplies.

You blink once, looking around to see if you had somehow missed Midorima in your fever fogged mind. “He’s…here?”

“Don’t just stand in the door way and let the cold air in. You’re just going to make your cold worse.”

You blink again and Takao gave an awkward laugh as he scratched the back of his head, before revealing a small green walkie-talkie from his pocket. “He didn’t want to get sick himself.”

A grumble of irritation left your lips. “So Shintaro sent you to do his dirt work, as usual.” Takao laughed again. “Tell him thanks but no thanks. I don’t want any second-hand bedside manner, and I’m just going to sleep anyway.”

“Oy! [Y/N]-chan! Don’t be like that!” The dark-haired teen’s hand lanced out to catch the door. Barring you from closing it. “Shin-chan was really worried when you didn’t come to school today. Honest. He does want to help. You just know how he is though. I know it’s not the same as coming up here himself, but he bought all this stuff and wrote down all these instructions for me to help make you feel better.”

You look at the bag Takao had in his hand. It did seem like a lot. Midorima must have gone to several different drug stores to pick it all up and bring it over here. Even if he did stay in the parking lot. You look past Takao down to the ground floor, where Midorima was standing looking up at your apartment. Seeming to wait for you to follow his instructions about going inside but also with that steadfast look he got when he was truly worried about something.

“You just don’t want to go back down there and tell him you failed.” The boy in front of you laughed with an awkward ‘maybe’. “You can’t stay too long. My parents are going to be back after work, and they’re not going to be happy about a boy in my room and another one looking real stalkery in the parking lot.”

“Thanks [Y/N]!” Takao said as you let him in.

“Make sure they take the cold medicine now, before it gets too late. It’s one cap full every 4 hours. Drink some of the green tea I made for you. It’s in the green thermos. The red one is soup.”

“I know how to take medicine Shintaro. And I already ordered food before you got here. It’s on its way so-Wait! Why am I arguing with a walkie-talkie!?!”

Aomine:

You have an absolutely splitting headache. To the point that every time you get up to go to the bathroom and throw up, you check to see if an icepick is somehow lodged in the back of your skull.

Why did you have to get sick today? Aomine was going to kill you for missing his game; even if the outcome was inevitable. His love for basketball was second only to you (and sometimes you weren’t sure about the ranking). So you being at his games was what he loved most of all. If you weren’t there to see him crush whatever team into dust and lead his team to victory, you’d never hear the end of it. Maybe you’d get lucky and he’d get in the Zone early on and not even realize you weren’t there. Yeah…that was possible….

You crack your eyes open into painful, narrow slits from under the covers as you realize the pounding you were hearing was not just in your head but at the door. What idiot was banging on your door in the middle of the afternoon?

Steeling yourself to get up and answer the door. You were surprised to find it was your idiot behind the door. Aomine standing there, in his trademark Too warmup suit and equally trademark scowl.

“Aomine? What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?! What are you doing here?!”

“I kind of live here.”

Aomine tsked through his teeth with a sneer. “That’s not what I meant, baka! Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?!”

“Oh….” You blink a little in surprise. What was a good way to tell him that you didn’t think he’d care? “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“It’s not, but you should still tell me about it!” He told you. “I had to hear about it from Satsuki. Do you know how stupid that makes me look if I don’t know that my own s/o is sick?!”

“So are you mad that I didn’t tell you? Or are you mad that I made you look stupid?”

“I’m mad at both!” Aomine yelled. He then seemed to realize he was yelling at a sick person, and his s/o, so he took a breath and calmed down. “Here.”

You look down at the convenience store bag he offered you. Taking it in your hands. “What’s this?”

“Jellies.” He replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t know which flavor you’d like when you’re sick, so I just got a bunch of ‘em.”

You blink at the bag, then up at Aomine. He…got these for you? You can see on his face now that he was angry because he was worried about you. Not that you were going to miss the game, but because he was worried about you. Your beautiful basketball ace was too proud to admit it though. “Thanks.” You said softly, with an equally soft smile.

The ace looked away and rubbed the back of his head while he was at it. “Yeah well, jellies always made me feel better when I was sick as a kid. Figured they’d make you feel better too.”

“I really appreciate it. I haven’t been able to keep much down.” Maybe that was TMI, but hey. Relationships weren’t always moonbeams and rainbows. “These will really hit the spot.”

“Well, I got extra red ones in there for you, so crack one open.” Aomine said as he saw himself past you and into your apartment.

“Hold on! You’re eating my present now?! Wait…hang on a minute, aren’t you supposed to be warming up for your game? How are you going to get back in time for starting line up if you’re here now?”

“I’m skipping it.” The blunette answered as if it was obvious. Taking off his windbreaker jacket and throwing it in a chair, before he flopped himself on your couch with his limbs stretched out to take up most of it. “There’s no one strong on that team anyway. So, it’s no fun. Let those other guys put in the work for once. They can’t expect me to carry the team all the time. So annoying….”

You stare at Aomine. Was he really….skipping basketball….to be with you here when you’re sick?

A warm feeling, you’re sure was not your fever this time, spread over you. He really did care, didn’t he?

“You should really put those in the fridge before they get warm. Warm jellies are the worst. I still want a red one though. Maybe two now that I think about it.”

You grumble as the ‘warm feeling’ starts to dissipate. Still harboring in your chest, but certainly less profound than it was a moment ago. “It’s super rude to eat someone’s present when they haven’t even had one of them, Aomine.” You still give him the red ones though.

Kise:

Your kingdom for another box of tissues. At the rate you were running through them, a small rainforest was in serious jeopardy.

If you didn’t feel so cruddy, you’d be more worried about that fact. Right now, however, you just wanted your nose to stop running. You had been sneezing and sniffling all day, and in an effort to not be labelled ‘Typhoid Mary’ chosen to stay home from school. It was the reasonable thing to do. When you were sick.  

You finish blowing your nose for the umpth time when your phone rang. You pick it up and answer with a gravely, “hello?”

“[Y/N]-CCHI!!”

You pull the phone away from your ear at the loud, sobbing cry of your name through the phone from your boyfriend. “Kise…don’t yell…”

“[Y/N]-cchi! You’re sick! Why didn’t you tell me?? Kurokocchi had to call me today and tell me!”

Damn Kuroko. That snitch. “Because it’s not a big deal. It’s just a little cold. I’ll be fine.”

“But [Y/N]-cchi! You’re all alone with no one to take care of you! I won’t be back til Sunday!” Kise had gotten a modeling job out of town for the weekend. Some ‘on location’ gig for some sea side pics. Poor Kise. He must be freezing. But, those photos needed to be done and printed long in advance before summer time to boost sales.

If you had had to put money on it, you would have thought he would be the sick one: running around half naked on a frozen beach in January. Yet here you were.

“Do you think I just sit in a dark closet, with nobody around, until you show up again Kise?” A dramatic gasp was heard on the other end of the phone. “I’m not ‘alone’ Kise. I mean, I am now, but I have people around me to help if I need it. So you don’t have to worry.”

“But I’m not around to help you!” Kise whined. You can practically hear the broken-hearted boyfriend emoji floating around his head. “Let me at least order you some soup. Soup is what sick people eat right? That place near your house has that chicken ramen you like. Chicken ramen is like chicken soup. That’s what people eat when they’re sick right?? Or maybe you want something else?? What’s another thing that sick people eat?!”

“Ryouta!” You have to yell his first name to get him out of the spiral. You love Kise, but every now and then his boundless energy was annoying. You let out a sigh, and tell him, “yes, you can order me some food. Don’t go overboard.”

Kise perked up. You do kind of wish you could see his smiling face. It was so cute when he did these adorable 180s. He promised not to go overboard before he hung up the phone and ordered you some food. He then immediately called you back to let you know it would be there in 20 minutes, and told you all about his day.

He stayed with you on the phone when your food came, and even after. You watched one of your favorite movies on Netflix party, curled up in your blankets on your bed. If you closed your eyes and focused on the warmth of your blankets & Kise’s soft voice in your ear, it was almost like he was here.

You fell asleep to that feeling. Feeling much better after you woke up and waiting for Kise to come home.

Kuroko:

You toss and turn a little in your sleep, trying to get back to it as you’ve actually woken up and want to sleep more. Rest was the only cure for a cold. And although you were still tired, even though you’d stayed home and slept all day, you were apparently too tired to fall back asleep.

You crack your eyes open. Your vision blurry for a moment before it clears up. Leaving you with a sea of blue in front of you. “Hello [Y/N].”

You let out a surprise shriek, followed by an almost perfect imitation of your boyfriend’s Ignite Pass against his face. “K-Kuroko!” You stammer, as the young man in question tried to recover from the shattering blow you just gave him. “I’m so sorry! What are you doing here?!”

“Your mother let me in.” He replied, words muffled by his hand. He pulled it away to inspect it and seemed to find no blood. That was a relief. You’d feel so bad if you both were down for the count. “I wanted to see you, and bring you your course work for today.”

Ah. So that’s how he got in. You didn’t think your mother would just let a high school boy in your room unsupervised. Also, maybe it was because Kuroko looked so unthreatening. If only she knew. “Thanks. Sorry again.”

“It’s alright. I should have known better than to sneak up on a sick person.” He said with a soft smile. His hand reached out to pet your head. “How are you feeling?”

“Still crummy,” you confess, “but on the mend. I’m sure I’ll be back to school on Monday.”

“Good. Everyone at school misses you. Even the senpais were asking about you today.”

“Did you miss me Kuroko?” You ask sheepishly.

To which he got a surprised expression before softening and immediately answering, “yes.”

Your face warmed with something other than a fever, and you pulled your blanket up to your nose. “You should go. I don’t want you to get sick too.”

“I’ll stay for a little bit longer. Don’t worry. I won’t get sick.”

It was a big fat lie as Kuroko was sick immediately after he left. He really should have known better with his borderline frail physique for anything other than basketball. Still, it was nice to talk to him for a while. And you got to take care of him after you were better, so it was all worth it.

Murasakibara:

‘Just a few more hours. You can do this.’

You keep repeating that to yourself over and over again in your head as you trudge down the hall. Only a few more classes and you could go home to die in peace. Why did you have to have a test today?!

Your penance march comes to a halt when you run into somebody. Looking up you realize it was Murasakibara. “Oh, sorry Mura-kun. I didn’t see you there.” You really must be sick if you hadn’t noticed the tower that was your boyfriend and Yosen center.

“[Y/N]-cchi, you don’t look so good.” The purple haired man drawled.

You frown up at him, not needing to hear that right now. “That’s not very nice to say to your s/o, Mura-kun.”

“But it’s the truth.” He told you. “Honesty is the best policy.” You couldn’t really argue with him there. Besides, you were too weak to argue.

Suddenly your vision was dark. You were worried for a second that you might have blacked out in your sick induced state, but quickly realize that Murasakibara’s large hand was on your face. “Mura-kun, let go.”

“You have a fever.” He replied, completely ignoring your protest. He still let you go, of his own volition, and stood to his full height again. “You need to go to the nurse.”

“No. I need to go to class.” You state in a huff. Batting his hands away in an effective, but weak manner, before walking past him to head just there.

You make it about three steps before Murasakibara grabbed you. Lifting you up in the air with ease and throwing you over his shoulder, in a move that would have made your head spin normally. Not to mention if you had a fever. “Atsushi! Let go!” You shout. Squirming and kicking your legs to no avail.

“No. You need to go to the nurse.” He repeated. Carrying you like a sack of potatoes as he walked down the hall.

“Put me down Atsushi! This is embarrassing! I need to go to class and take my test! It’s important!”

“Nothing is more important that your health.” You stop struggling for a moment as Murasakibara said something actually profound for once. “[Y/N]-cchi needs to take care of themselves, or they’ll just get sicker and get others sick. Tests and silly stuff like school work can wait.”

You grumble and slump down on Murasakibara’s shoulder. It wasn’t like him to be this serious. He also seemed very serious about taking you to the nurse. Nothing seemed capable of deterring him from that path. “Mura-kun, can you put me down? I’ll go to the nurse with you, but this isn’t really comfortable and I can walk on my own.”

He stopped. Then gave you a side ways glance out of the corner of his eye, seeming to not trust you, but still gave in and sat you down. “[Y/N]-cchi is gonna be good?”

“Yes,” you tell him, “I’ll be good.”

He escorted you the rest of the way to the nurses station. Asking if he could have a lollipop, and annoyed when they didn’t have one. What kind of a doctor’s office was this if they didn’t have lollipops, he asked. You’d giggled a little bit and told him to get to class. You’d call him later, since your parents were going to have to pick you up and take you home. You 100% had a fever and were told to go home. Murasakibara pet your head once more before he left to get to class.

The next day, when you were home recuperating, your mother had come into your room with a big candy store bag. “Someone left this big bag of lollipops at the door for you. Do you have any idea who it’s from?”

Kagami:

“I’m really ok Mom….No, it’s not that serious….You really don’t have to come home. Dad either. It’s not the first time I’ve had a cold, and I’m just gonna sleep it off. I’ll be fine by myself…..Yes, I got medicine….No. I’ll be ok. I have a friend from school who’s checking in on me….I love you too. Bye.”

“Your Mom ok?” You look up from the couch when Kagami came up behind it. Handing you a bottle of water for your scratchy sounding throat.

“Yeah. She’s ok. Just worried. She asked if I wanted her to come home, but I told her no.” You hate to admit it but you’re pretty sure it was a hollow gesture. Your parents work was very important. You had learned that early on growing up. They missed certain things in the trade off for having very important, successful careers. One of which was taking care of their child when they were sick.

“You also didn’t tell her it was me who was here. How come?”

“You want me to call her back and tell her we’re playing house?” You ask, with as cheeky of a grin as you can muster being sick. It still got the desired result.

“We’re not playing house!”

“Doctor then?”

Your cute boyfriend turned about as red as his hair, and stalked off back to the kitchen while fluster muttering to himself.

You chuckle a little. Which turned into a coughing fit, so you had to drink a little bit of water.

You and Kagami had initially bonded over being “latchkey kids”. Though your situation was not as severe as Kagami’s, with your parents still being in the country at least, they both traveled for work a lot and were rarely home. They tried to stagger their work trips so you wouldn’t be home alone, but this wasn’t the first time.

This also wasn’t the first time you would be alone when you were sick, if it hadn’t been for Kagami.

“Aren’t you worried you’re going to get sick?” You ask from the living room. Your voice squeaking and squawking the whole time.

“I never get sick.” He replied back confidently. Then rounded the corner with a tray you were 90% sure you did not have in your house before now. “Basketball and eating right keeps me healthy. So, I never get sick. You don’t have to worry.”

“I don’t think eating a dozen cheeseburgers a day counts as ‘eating right’.” You tell him.

Kagami grumbled. Seeming to want to argue or say something, but realizing its bad form to fight with a sick person. Instead, he just sat the tray down in front of you and sat on the couch. “What’s this?”

“Chicken noddle soup,” he replied. “Japan doesn’t have the right noodles. So I had to use soba. But the main part should be the same.”

“You made me chicken soup?”

Kagami tensed for a moment. His face turning hot pink again; possibly from the soft expression on your face or the soft sound of your voice. He turned away, scratching his cheek. “Y-Yeah. Like I said, it’s important to eat right to keep healthy. So…So eat up so you can be at school on Monday. It sucks when you’re not there.”

You smile softly at Kagami, then lean over to give him a peck on the cheek. “You said you never get sick right?” You tell him when he looked at you. His cheeks still pink, but not much pinker than before.

You eat your soup and gush constantly over how tasty it was. Kagami seemed super proud. Cooking and basketball were the two skills he was most proud of, and knowing that you liked something he made made him puff out his chest even more.

After your soup he made you a bowl of ice cream you were also 90% sure you did not have in your house before now and watched a movie.

After that, Kagami said he was going to head home but when he stood up from the couch you hand lanced out and grabbed onto his shirt tail on it’s on. “Could…Could you stay?” You’ll blame the weak sounding tone of your voice on your cold later. “I know I told my mom that I’d be fine on my own but….I really don’t want to be alone.”

The red headed ace blinked, seeming surprised by your confession (that you were also totally going to blame on your cold later). He gave you a soft smile and sat back down on the couch. Pulling you into his arms so you were practically in his lap. “You could have just told me that.”

[ak8shi]

FWB HQ Boys: In which you beat the player at his own game!

warnings: Time skip spoilers, mentions of sex(all characters are 18+), alcohol, stupid people in love

a/n: ahh I’m sorry I’ve been a little MIA!!! But I’m back with this pls enjoy ! I think the fandom really make germaphobia his only personality trait sometimes which makes me sad because I think he’s actually a quirky/classy dude and very functional in social situations,, I hate to say it but ya’ll would get played by him… sorry.

━Sakusa Kiyoomi

Some of you may be like ???? Omi fucks around ?? how ?? BUT he definitely does in his own way

He probably doesn’t do much in high school to be honest, he’s mostly focused on improving as a volleyball player and achieving his goals

Once he reaches pro level though,,, it’s a different story lmfao

I can see him being picky as hell about his hookups, but just because he’s a bit of a germaphobe doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel attraction or doesn’t have needs…

….He’s so hot too… girl

His hook-ups are always taken seriously though… like he’s the type that feels like he has a professional image to upkeep, so he always arranges things beforehand; he’s definitely not messy about it and sets clear boundaries

I think what makes him kind of a player is how standoffish he can be…and he doesn’t really give anyone a chance because he doesn’t think they what it takes to deal with his lifestyle lmao

He’s just like, its easier to call the uber right after, get into the shower, and wait until he can hear the front door of his apartment shut I’m screamingg

Sakusa also isn’t one to kiss and tell, even with the boys… he doesn’t think its tasteful and would rather not have Atsumu up his ass about his flings

ANYWAYS,, let’s get into this, so you know Atsumu through mutual friends and met during college, and the two of you just instantly clicked since you also were a part of the same sports medicine program as him

Atsumu signed with MSBY and you were so happy for him, but you were bummed because you were busy with PT graduate school and couldn’t really attend any of his games

A year passed and you found yourself texting Tsumu to see if he could meet up and grab coffee since you were on winter break!!

You: hey I’m back in town wanna grab coffee sometime?

Him: who is this

You: I see you haven’t changed ❤️

LMFAO, so you catch up with Atsumu and he talks about his new career and his teammates, he seems so happy :(( we love to see that!!

He invites you to MSBY’s game the following weekend, and you’re pumped to go!! Tsumu got you great seats, and he meets you before warmups to make sure you’re okay finding your way around

Atsumu: don’t take yer eyes off me <3

You:

He’s so…

You’re enjoying the match and you even go to grab Onigiri from Osamu’s stand, but you can’t seem to look away from number 15 on Atsumu’s team

He’s .., scrumptious to say the least 🥴

Like he’s so composed and calculated on the court, and you find it so funny how he rolls his eyes whenever Tsumu says something to him and how Tsumu gets so heated about it 💀

The match ends and you go down to meet Atsumu near the lockers, showing the security your family/friend pass 😌

You walk through the halls trying to locate the setter, but you can’t seem to figure out where he is

The only person in the hall is the tall, dark haired man that caught your eye earlier; he is already walking towards the exit with a mask covering his face, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, sweats embroidered with “Sakusa” adorning his body we’re all looking..... respectfully

He’s truly so intimidating but you’re like….highkey lost… so you don’t really have another option

You catch up with him, poking his shoulder gently; he turns around and his attention on you is almost STARTLING.. like his eyes are SO dark

Him: can I help you

You: sir… if you don’t rail me, I’m gonna have to intervene‼️😈😹

After getting over your initial shock, you hear multiple footsteps rumbling down the hallway towards the both of you

Sakusa lets out an annoyed sigh, muttering about how he has to go, but before he can escape you hear Atsumu’s loud voice LMFAO

“OMIIII, where are you goin’? Its team karaoke night remember?”

Tsumu sees you and slings an arm around your shoulders, “Oh-? So I see you’ve met our outside hitter Omi?”

You glance over at Sakusa, his expressionless eyes glued to your face, then slowly trailing down to analyze the way Atsumu casually has you tucked under his arm

Atsumu nudges him, and he grumbles that he’ll meet them after changing at home before walking off in the direction of the private parking garage

You meet the rest of the MSBY boys in the uber, and find them super friendly and welcoming; Bokuto and Hinata buy the first round of drinks at the karaoke bar, but you only have one because you have work to finish the next day WE STAN

Atsumu already has a pink glow setting into his cheeks when you see the boys turn their attention to Sakusa walking through the front door, looking as handsome as ever in his dress pants and fitted white t shirt

They all shout out incoherent hello’s, and he takes the only open seat next to you with a glass of gin and tonic in his hand he smells so good god

You’re unsure what comes over you, but you find yourself turning towards him, and you just start asking him about himself and his career, and surprisingly he’s very polite and much more animated than you previously thought

His voice is like…so alluring and he never looks away from you when you talk, its like he’s absorbing every word

Meanwhile, Atsumu is stumbling over the stage with Bokuto belting Love by Keisha Cole LMFAOO😭

Tsumu kind of ‘warned’ you in the car ride over that Sakusa was a germaphobe, but you know that Atsumu tends to invade people’s personal space sometimes and it probably wasn’t as dramatic as he made it out to be

However, you weren’t expecting the outside hitter to lean over from his seat after checking the time on his phone, whispering in your ear, asking you if you wanted to meet him at his place later than night WHEW

Girl I would be sweating… and you say yes ofc because who’s going to pass up this type of opportunity-

He gives you a charming smile and is like,, okay cool, I’ll see you later then 😊 I’m dead

Ya’ll exchange phone numbers and he’s like if you need any help with my idiot teammates let me know before he takes off

You don’t tell Tsumu about your little… entanglement plans dsnjaknda but honestly he wouldn’t even remember based on the way he’s slumped against you in the uber he owes you big time

You get home after dropping off Tsumu at Osamu’s, and operation dick appointment with the professional volleyball player is put into action 😈

He sends an uber over to get you ladies do not settle for less please, and you’re BIG nervous but in a good way as in you know this dick is about to be bomb af

SO you’re standing in front of his apartment door, and when he opens it, he’s still in the clothes he wore to the bar and its like 1 am he’s so powerful

Um I feel like he would get straight to it honestly, probably starts with a little convo on the couch and then…

YOU WEREN’T AWARE HE WAS SO DIRTY,,, it was SO good too like after getting home that night you’re going through a crisis… like you had so much chemistry together for having just met, and you wonder if he feels the same way🥺

You caught yourself in sleepless states some nights, kept awake by the thoughts of the way his hands felt against your skin, the way his five o’clock shadow gently rubbed against your face when you kissed, and how he would hold you(only after a thorough shower together of course)

As it happens more and more, he lets you into his life little by little, and you notice and remember small facts about him and he often remembers a lot of the things you tell him about you, its really enjoyable for both of you

Its weirdly domestic to a point but that’s why its so good for both of you???it adds a bit of spice ??

Sakusa: can you come over tonight

You: sorry the retainer is in already <3 no dick sucking for me tonight <3

Him: I bought pastries from that cafe you like

You: say less✈️ I’m coming💃

AND he HAS jokes okay, like he’s funny as hell and very witty when his true self comes out; but he’s also a HUGE tease and he’ll say something completely straight-faced that someone else might take offense to like “you look ugly,” but you just know he’s kidding from being around him long enough and from seeing the little glint in his dark eyes

It becomes a routine thing while you’re home honestly, and you try your best to hide it from Atsumu because you just KNOW you would never hear the end of it; for all he knows, you met him that one time at the bar and that was that

Everything is going smoothly until you slip up at one of their games

You were sitting in the waiting area with the team (mostly talking to Atsumu), when he just says something that makes your short circuit

Atsumu: what kind of animal do ya think omi would be? An octopus maybe?

You: yeah I mean with those flexible wrists it makes sense

Atsumu: what the fawk🤠

He’s like… how do you even know about his flexible wrists IT TOOK ME 6 MONTHS TO GET TO THAT STAGE WITH HIM-

Oops, lmfao so you kind of tell him about everything and he’s literally shocked for you, mostly because he doesn’t want you to get hurt :(

Atsumu: So I see he’s just sleeping with ANYONE anyone

LMAO noo he definitely thinks you’re too good for him and he kind of lectures you, telling you that he had a hunch that he messes around with girls like that, but also you’re an adult and you can take care of yourself, and it isn’t like it’s a serious thing!!

Meanwhile, Omi is like going through a bit of a crisis all alone because everything around him reminds him of you or something you said when you were together

He got with people who were compatible sexually often, but he never had the urge to have them stay over after the deed; he usually immediately called them an uber and wouldn’t speak to them again

He found himself thinking about seeing you in the stands at his games, wishing you were there to cheer for him only, and he adored the way you respected his boundaries unlike many of his hookups

Atsumu probably notices something is off with him at practice

Atsumu: hey…if ya ever want to talk about somethin’-

Sakusa: no

Girl… he doesn’t disclose any of this to anyone

Its nearing the end of your break, and you head over to sakusa’s for probably the last time before you go back to school

You’re kind of at the point where you don’t think anything will happen and you know you shouldn’t get your hopes up, and it goes how it usually goes? Except he kind of hugs you goodbye and your heart goes: 🦋🦋🦋

You go back to school, occasionally texting Tsumu about your graduate program, and before you know it, like 5 months pass by and you’re back for summer!

Tsumu texts you and is like… sorry but I’m forcing you to be my plus-one tonight for this dinner thing I have to go to

So you dress up and he comes to pick you up, and you’re really not sure why you were surprised to see Kiyoomi sitting at the table when you arrive you give Atsumu a nice smack on the back of the head for not warning you

You sit down at the table after greeting everyone, trying your best to not act awkward when you shoot sakusa a small smile that he returns politely (but you don’t see it because of his mask)

Atsumu sits weirdly close to you the entire dinner with his arm around the back of your chair, and he’s just acting strange in general??? Like he’s bragging about your degree program and about your accomplishments, you just know he’s trying something funny; but you don’t really say anything because you don’t want to disrespect him in front of the team’s staff as a guest

You almost choke on your wine and you catch on when Bokuto starts making comments after Atsumu says something,

Atsumu: …so yeah, pretty much she should be our next president in my humble opinion

Bokuto: 🙈WOAH. WHAT?😍 HOW COULD SHE GET ANY BETTER⁉️🙄 OR HOTTER⁉️💪🏼💋

You, sitting there: 🧍‍♀️

He’s so bad at acting I’m crying..,, it becomes so obvious that they’re trying to make Kiyoomi jealous

(the boys plotted beforehand, trying to get Omi to ask you out officially; after you left, he literally would never shut up about you whenever Atsumu mentioned you, and it was just obvious he was in his feels when it came to you)

Atsumu: she’s studying at a café tonight for finals

Sakusa: Yeah so I’m glad you brought it up, because I’ve been thinking about it for days. Fine I guess I’ll say it. Her favorite coffee blend is French roast and she only likes a dash of sugar with a lot of cream, but it has to be hazelnut creamer or else she doesn’t like any-

Everyone in the gym: 🗿

LMAO ANYWAYS ITS LOWKEY WORKING you look over at him and his face is like stone.. girl..

The dinner is almost over and Atsumu gets up to go to the restroom with a wink I hate him, and you get up to catch a breath of fresh air outside

You sit on a bench for a minute, calming yourself down after the eventful dinner, but then you see the door to the restaurant swing open, Sakusa looking around the corner before spotting you

Your heart pounds in your chest as he walks over and asks if he can join you, inspecting the bench before sitting down, pulling his mask down as well

He eases into a conversation by just asking you how you’re doing, basic stuff, but then in the middle of you going off on a tangent about your stupid professor, he stops you

“I missed you.”

He crosses his legs, not looking at you as he takes your hand, intertwines it with his, and places it in his lap

You gaze at him, taken back at his confession, noticing the slight pinkness tinging his pale cheeks

You say you missed him too, and then he’s asking you if you would like to go on an actual date with him

You: wait are you asking me out officially?

Him: Yes. No I’m not. Yes I am❤️

SKSLD Please he’s awkward help him a little, you agree and then you hear a tap on the window behind you, you turn around to see Tsumu, Bokuto and Adriah behind you with big grins on their faces LMFAO 🤡

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, but you don’t miss the small upturn of the corners of his lips as he hears Bokuto happily scream through the glass

[moldisgoodforyou]

kickboxing

sorry i don’t care abt my titles and it clearly shows !!!! this one is dedicated to @sunnypogue and @everybodyscupoftea you guys should see the pegging jokes in our groupchat

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: it’s flirty at the start and then it’s smutty at the end

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“Where are you going?” Colin questioned as Rafe and Sophie came down the stairs, both dressed in workout gear. Rafe was normally adamant on running alone (“it’s like my therapy,” he’d said, only for James to mutter in response “maybe you should try real therapy”).

“We’re doing a kickboxing class. It’s free at the student rec center.” Sophie responded as she tied up her hair into a ponytail, swatting Rafe’s hand away when he tugged at the ends of her hair.

“You two? You’re trying this together?” James asked skeptically, eyeing the both of them.

“Yeah, why?” Sophie asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she put up her arms in defense, pretending to punch Rafe’s arm. “I’m gonna be great at it.”

“You two are gonna kill each other.” Colin remarked dryly, shaking his head. “You’re too competitive.”

“We are not -” Rafe started in protest.

“Last week the kitchen was covered in flour because one of you started a fight when you were making cookies. Neither of you have a limit.”

“It was his fault -”

“It was your fault!” Rafe exclaimed, ducking his head when Sophie pretend-punched him again. “Sophie, if you hit me one more fucking time -”

“What. What are you gonna do.” She rolled her eyes and returned to bouncing on her feet, going to punch his chest a little harder this time, just because she could.

James snorted.

“Don’t encourage her.” Rafe glared at James as he caught her fist in his hand, narrowing his eyes at her. “I’m kicking your ass in this class now. Just you wait.”

“I’d love to see you try.” She grinned and smacked a kiss to his cheek. “C’mon. The gym awaits.”

“My money’s on Soph.” James commented as he watched the two leave hand in hand.

“Oh, absolutely. He won’t stand a chance.” Colin agreed, a small smile on his face as he watched Rafe jog around to her side to beat her before she could open her own car door. “Fucking simp.”

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After they both got all the equipment on and did a small warmup, the lesson began. “Everyone pick your partner, please!” The instructor announced, and Sophie turned to the guy next to her with a grin, about to open her mouth.

“Do you want to partner up?” The guy asked politely, offering his hand to shake.

Rafe stepped in between the two and slung his arm around Sophie’s shoulders with a scowl. “She has a partner, thanks though.”

“Oh. Sorry.” The guy apologized, turning away to look for someone else.

She raised her eyebrows at Rafe. “I was giving you the chance to pair up with someone more your skill level, baby.”

He scoffed. “Okay. Whatever. You’re just trying to piss me off.”

“I would never!” She mock-gasped, tugging off her shirt and tossing it at him to leave her in a sports bra and small tight shorts. The attire wasn’t out of place for the class, fitting in with the other girls, but Rafe narrowed his eyes.

“Sophie.”

“Yes.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Don’t be a brat.”

“I’m not. You’re overthinking. Pay attention.” She checked her hip against his, turning her attention to the instructor as they went over a series of standard kicks and punches. Both of them were ultra-tuned in, carefully correcting each other’s form if something looked off and encouraging each other after a strong hit.

After he took her down - again - with a well-timed kick to the calves to sweep her off her feet, she clambered back up and shoved at his shoulder. “Hit me harder.”

“What? I am hitting you.”

“You’re going too easy on me.” She squared up again, bouncing on her feet. “Stop holding back.”

He squared up too, responding with a quick punch to her stomach that she deflected. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Come on, try harder.” She tried another series of punches that he easily blocked again.

“Okay, but don’t complain because you’re too slow.” He caught her off guard with a punch to the ribs, making her groan.

“Fuck. Okay.” She breathed out, trying to kick out at him. He caught her ankle easily, throwing her off balance and sending her toppling to the floor. She lay on her back for a moment, trying to catch her breath and glanced up at him. His smug little smile was enough fuel to get her up again.

“You alright? Need some water?” He asked, concerned, and reached out to her on instinct.

She took the opportunity to send a punch straight to his gut, making him keel over. “I’m fine, pay attention.”

“Jesus.” He breathed out, standing up again and tried to hit her again unsuccessfully. “You’re not mad at me, right? ‘Cause if you are, we should probably talk it out first. Did I do something?”

“No.” She retaliated with a kick to his hip, knocking him off balance again. “No, just trying to do this right. It’s like, pent up tension from when we used to fight for real.”

He laughed and hit her a little harder, taking advantage of her surprised reaction and hooked his leg under hers, knocking her to the ground and pinning her easily. “Got it. Maybe try harder though?”

“I could peg you, you know.” She muttered in his ear as he laid on top of her. He choked, eyes going wide, completely caught off guard.

“You could what?”

That was enough distraction for her to flip them over, despite his six foot three frame, and she grinned down at him, triumphant. “You heard me.”

It only took another moment for him to flip them back over and he pinned her down for real, letting her go after a few seconds. “I won.”

“Hardly.” She argued, accepting his hand to get up. “I almost had you.”

“By manipulation alone.” He retorted. “You’re really cute when you’re trying, though.”

“Fuck off.” She scowled, shaking out her arms. “Let’s go again.”

He grinned, doing the same. “You didn’t mean that.”

“Let’s go again? Yeah, I do, we have fifteen minutes left here.” She attempted a series of hits, batted away by him.

“No. What you just said. The - the thing.” He faltered, cursing when she kicked at his thigh. Even though she was fairly flexible, he still had quite a few inches on her and the balance of height and strength was clearly off.

“I absolutely fucking did.” Her eyes were bright and he was surprised she wasn’t holding back a laugh, but smirking instead.

“No. You’re just trying to catch me off guard. You and those tiny little shorts.” He retorted, letting his gaze trail over the small drops of sweat gathering across her chest.

She did the same - she’d been thinking the entire time about peeling the sweaty tank off his body and having her way with him in the locker room showers. (It’d never happen, of course, she’d die if they got caught, but a girl can dream.) When he checked her back into reality with a firm but gentle kick to the stomach, making her stumble backward, she shook her head. “Sorry. What?”

He smirked. “Pay attention. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I am paying - god. You suck.” She breathed out, aiming a punch at his chin.

He batted it away easily. “Hey! Not the face.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a Leo.” She grumbled, pretend-swinging at his cheek just to antagonize him.

He just grabbed her wrist to stop her, using his height to his advantage. “I still don’t understand any of that. Can we get smoothies after this?”

“Fucking - focus, Rafe.” She hissed, wrenching her arm free and tried kicking at him again. He turned away from the kick and caught her with a couple punches to the shoulders, making her hiss. After a few deflected hits back and forth on both their ends, he managed to catch her off guard again and pin her, laying on her like a dead weight as she struggled.

“Aw. That was cute.”

She bit at his earlobe, making him giggle - literally - and scrunch up his shoulders.

“Sophie!”

“That was cute.” She retorted, flinging his own words back at him. “Get the fuck off me.”

“Only if you admit I’m better than you at this.”

“Never in a million fucking years.” She growled, shoving at him.

“Must you be so stubborn?” He rolled his eyes, only getting off her when the instructor clapped her hands to signal the end of the class. He tugged his gloves off and leaned down to give her a hand.

She laid there for another moment to catch her breath, eyes squeezed shut, then accepted his hand to hoist her up and leaned into his side as the instructor thanked everyone and handed out flyers about the next classes offered.

He glanced down at her, affectionately stroking his hand over the top of her head. “You good?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, letting him pull off her gloves to return them. “Just tired. And probably bruised.”

Rafe laughed, grabbing his keys and their water bottles then slung his arm around her shoulders to walk them out. “You said not to go easy. Do you want to go home, take a nap?”

“I’d rather do something else.” She muttered, matching his stride to walk with him out to the car.

“Huh?” He asked as he opened the car door for her, offering her a hand to step up. Once she sat, she fisted the front of his tank and pulled him close to kiss him, hard. “Oh, hello.” He mumbled against her lips, caught off guard.

“Hi.” She breathed out, pressing her forehead against his. “I really wanted to fuck you in the locker room. You’re so hot when you’re sweaty.”

His eyes went wide and he didn’t dare move, frozen in his spot. “We haven’t left the parking lot yet. We can go inside.”

Sophie giggled and pressed her hand flat against his chest, pushing him back. “We can’t do that. You know that.”

“Says who?” He leaned in again to kiss her hungrily, only to be pushed away by her again.

“We’re not breaking the rules. My place or yours?”

“Uh...check Find My Friends. See who’s home.” He jogged around to the driver’s seat, jamming his key in the ignition, and started up the car.

She swiped through her phone, then nodded. “Okay. My place, but we’re quiet anyways, so it doesn’t really matter.” She glanced over at him, then down to his lap. “Are you seriously already -”

“Yeah. Have been since you took your shirt off, I’m surprised you didn’t notice.” He gave her a sheepish grin, his cheeks going red, and shifted in his seat. “And it does matter.”

“Why?” She leaned over and swiped her thumb over a drop of sweat from his forehead before it could fall into his eye.

“Why am I hard? You’re really asking that?”

“No.” She giggled, shoving at his shoulder. “Why does it matter if anyone’s home?”

“Because. I want to hear you.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “It’s more fun that way.”

“Mmhmm.” She let her hand slide down to the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of her neck.

“So, uh, what was that, that you said earlier?”

“Hm?”

“The thing. Uh, when you pinned me. Just for a second though.” He refused to look at her, his face turning more and more red and she could see a clear tent in his shorts.

“Ohhh.” She grinned, leaning closer. “The pegging thing.”

“Yes. That. I thought you’d only been with one other guy?” He glanced at her and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, clearly nervous.

“I’ve been with four others -”

“No. Just sex. Like, all the way.”

“Oh. Yeah, just you and someone else.” She nodded. “What are you getting at?”

“So you, uh.” He pushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead, glancing at her again. “You pegged this guy?”

Sophie burst out laughing, shaking her head. “Rafe, what?”

“You said it so casually earlier! Like you’ve done it before!” He exclaimed, reaching over and grabbing her hand. “So you haven’t?”

“No, oh my god, I haven’t pegged anyone.” She giggled, kissing the back of his hand. “You’re so dumb sometimes.”

“Why’d you bring it up then!” Rafe retorted, all the tension gone from his body.

“I just wanted to catch you off guard.” She grinned, sliding her hand up his thigh and grazed over his hard cock in his shorts, putting on a teasing tone. “Why? Do you want that?”

He jerked his leg, cursing as he bumped his knee into the steering wheel. “I - I thought only lesbians did that.”

“No. I don’t think so. Julia -”

“No!” Rafe exclaimed, slapping his hand over her mouth. “I do not want to hear about the girls and their sex lives -”

She licked his palm to get him to let go and immediately regretted it, tasting the sweat. “Oh my god, no, nothing happened. She almost hooked up with a guy that asked her to but she got too scared.”

“Huh.” He wrinkled his nose, more focused on trying to get the mental image of Julia out of his head.

“I’d do it, you know. If you wanted me to.” She raised her eyebrows at him, dropping the teasing tone.

“I have no doubt you would. But I think that’d be too much power going to your head.” He grinned as he pulled into her driveway. “Plus you hate taking control in bed anyways.”

“That is not - I’ll fucking show you.” She protested, hopping out of the car and striding into her house without waiting for him. He just snorted and followed her in and up the stairs, unsurprised that she took it as a challenge. When he made it up, a couple seconds later, he opened her bedroom door to be greeted by her leaning against the wall in the tiny little shorts and her sports bra, her shirt and shoes discarded on the floor.

“Hello.” He greeted, amused, and closed the door behind him.

“I want you undressed.” She replied evenly, eyeing him over.

“That’s hardly fair, you’re still dressed.” He shot back but kicked off his shoes anyways. He loved when she got like this, all bossy and demanding - it just reminded him of what they were like before they dated and how many times he wished their arguments before could end in kissing and making up.

“Okay.” She opened her arms wide. “Have at me.”

He grinned and tugged off his tank top, striding toward her. “Thought you were taking control?”

“I am, I’m telling you what to do, but you get to do the work. I’m tired - Rafe!” She squealed, giggling as he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.

“Yes ma’am?” He hooked his fingers into the sides of her shorts, hovering over her and raised his eyebrows as he glanced up. “You gonna instruct me, or…?”

“Mm. Pretty sure you know what to do from here, actually.” She leaned back with a smug smile, intertwining her fingers behind her head.

He snorted and dragged her shorts down her legs. “Brat.” He pressed teasing kisses up her thighs, spreading her legs apart slowly.

She shuddered in anticipation as the cool air hit her, sitting up a little bit. “Rafe.”

“Yeah.” He kissed everywhere but where she wanted, making her squirm. He dug his fingers into her thighs and dragged the tip of his tongue up the inside of her thigh.

“Please.”

“Please what.” He kissed up her stomach, making her huff in frustration as she tangled her fingers in his hair.

“Please, just - oh, fuck.” She gasped as he slid his thumb over her clit, slipping two fingers inside of her easily as he grazed his teeth over her collarbone. He laughed at how easy she was to please, how predictable she could be sometimes - though he did suppose he knew her body like the back of his hand now. She whined quietly underneath him, pressing her hips toward his hand. “So good, Rafe.”

“Louder. I want to hear you.” He encouraged, curling his fingers toward himself. It only took a few more breathy moans and quick passes of his thumb over her clit before she was whimpering against his lips, unable to stay quiet. “C’mon, Soph, want you to come for me.”

She nodded, desperate, as he worked her body expertly. When she finally came, she curled her arm around his neck, holding him tight to her. “Fuck, I love you,” she breathed out, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Love you too.” He mumbled against her collarbone, nipping at the skin. “Even if you are a brat.”

“You love it.” She giggled, leaning back enough so she could wrestle her sports bra off, struggling a little as it stuck to her skin.

He helped her tug it off, kicking off his shorts too. “Are we still pretending you’re in charge here, or…?”

She was too tired to argue but scowled anyways, gesturing loosely at the nightstand. “Yeah. Grab a condom, I want you to fuck me. Can we get sushi later?”

Rafe laughed, leaning over, and grabbed a condom, rolling it down himself. “It’s Sunday. Our place is closed.” He teased his cock against her, glancing up at her for approval.

She nodded, sliding her hand up her back to comb her fingers through his hair. “Right. Um - fuck -” She gasped as he entered her. “Thai?”

“Nah. Burgers?” He thrust into her hard, making her moan. “Or we could go downtown for that other sushi spot?”

Sophie closed her eyes for a moment, trying her best to think straight when he was fucking her, but felt like her brain was foggy. “Uh - what? Don’t remember.”

He smirked and continued his steady pace. “Can’t think?”

“No - just, fuck, right there, faster.”

“Pizza instead?” He pinched her nipple, grinning when she moaned just a little bit louder. “Close?”

“Yes, please - not the pizza -” She chased his lips with hers, meeting him in a heated kiss.

He laughed, thrusting a little harder, groaning as she tugged a little too hard on his hair.

“Sorry - didn’t mean to -”

“No, fuck, felt good.” He corrected quickly and thrust a few more times after she came with a breathy moan, reaching his own orgasm. He lay on top of her afterward like dead weight, panting hard. “What did we decide?”

“I dunno.” She replied, dropping her head back against the pillows. “I can’t think straight and you’re over here having a full on conversation like you’re putting in zero effort.”

“It’s all that work at the gym.” He quipped, rolling off of her and tossed the condom in the trash. “C’mon, you need to shower.”

“Noooo.” She whined. “I’m starving. What do you want?”

“Whatever you want to decide. The faster your slow ass is in the shower, the faster we can go eat.” He encouraged, stretching out. “Go.”

“Come with me. Wash my hair.” Sophie argued, tugging on his arm. “Did I win today?”

He snorted. “Like, one round out of six. Loser buys dinner, that’s what we agreed, right?” He teased, giving her a short, chaste kiss before dragging himself up.

“That hardly seems fair.” She grinned when he stood and followed, rising up on her toes to peck his lips quickly. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

He should have known what was about to come out of her mouth just by the smug smirk that graced her lips. “I’ll peg you if you buy dinner.”

“Jesus Christ, Sophie.”

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[okay-j-hannah]

That’s My Wife

Harry Potter : Fic

Charlie x Reader

Word Count: 3049

Warnings: SEXY TALK! Charlie is just all over you and your quidditch uniform 😂 Also I know I keep using different gifs for Charlie fics... I just look up ‘hot ginger man’ and pick one I like 🥰

Request: “Hey could I have a story where you are Charlie Weasleys wife and a professional quidditch player? In goblet of fire when they go to the world cup instead of Ireland vs Krum it's your team versus Krum and Charlie is so proud to have Weasley on your uniform and is showing you off to everyone and idk I really just think of Charlie as a very proud guy but humble. Thanks so much!” - Anon

A/N: There’s nothing quite like having your husband be your biggest supporter, especially with the Quidditch World Cup fast approaching

Shifting beneath the covers, (Y/N) sighed as her brain began to wake up. There were a number of thumps happening outside their bedroom and she groaned.

“Charlie?”

Thankfully, a hand came sneakily around her waist, pulling her to him, “What’s the point of apparating if we don’t even get to sleep in?”

“They’re excited,” (Y/N) replied in a quiet voice, keeping her eyes closed as she turned towards her husband, “And people are a bit careless when they’re tired.”

Footsteps could be heard going down the creaky stairs and (Y/N) peered behind Charlie to see that the moon was still basking their window. It had to have been nearly daybreak for the others to be up and about.

“I’ll have to get ready anyway,” she mumbled, resting back into Charlie’s embrace, “The team wants to do warmups and standard procedure before the majority of the crowds…”

Charlie suddenly held her tighter, silencing her with a grin, “Later, sweetheart – I won’t be able to see you all day. I want to hold you for a little while before you fly off.”

She couldn’t help the giggle that escape her with him cradling her against his chest. Though the World Cup was hours away, she knew her captain wouldn’t let her out of his sight until the game started. With the narrow win England made to be entered into the cup, there was immense pressure to deliver a swift and skillful victory for the team.

Being the rising star of “Quidditch Weekly,” there was a lot on (Y/N)’s shoulders to carry the team. It was that thought that began to swell within her when a sudden shout came from downstairs.

“George! What is that in your pocket?”

Charlie laughed low in his throat, his grisly morning voice doing it justice, “Looks like mum found those joke shop toffees.”

“Nothing!”

“Don’t you lie to me!”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, allowing Charlie’s natural scents relax her; worn leather, old newspaper, rain-soaked grass. She wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do without him giving her pep talks between penalty shots and time outs.

More than anything she wished he could be on the grounds with the referees instead of up in the stands.

With the anxiety filling her up as it usually did before a big game, she reached for his hand wrapped around her. Lacing their fingers together, she could feel him lean into her neck and plant a kiss behind her ear.

“You’re going to be incredible, sweetheart.”

She sighed into a smile, closing her eyes once more and allowing a few more moments of peace.

“Accio! Accio! Accio!” Came from downstairs, and she laughed out loud that time.

~~~

The sun crept higher and higher as the team lay on the pitch, doing stretches. Their captain Edric Vosper was pacing along the team benches.

“England hasn’t been a part of the Quidditch World Cup since 1981,” he intertwined his fingers in front of him, “And with us scraping that win against Transylvania last month… there’s too much at stake.”

“We know, Vosper,” came the voices of some of (Y/N)’s best friends – the beaters of the team, Dawn and Indira.

“We’ve had this same speech at every practice since that win,” (Y/N) added, smirking and straightening her arm braces, “I’m not sure there’s much else you can say to prepare us.” Her fellow chasers Avery and Keaton snickered behind their hands.

Vosper seemed at a loss of a comeback, finally sitting on one of the benches, “You’re right, of course. I just had a talk with Ludo Bagman and have basically every coin in my account betted for England being the winning team.”

“Why would you do that?” Dawn cried, slumping onto the grassy ground, “I’m worried enough about the game without knowing you’ll be broke if we lose.”

“And will probably have to crash at my place for the rest of the year,” Avery rolled his eyes.

Vosper put his face in his hands and took a deep breath, making the team all refrain from smiling sarcastically. (Y/N) stood and folded her arms, leaning forward slightly to speak.

“I say we take a break before the match starts – go enjoy some time with our families until the whistle blows.”

Keaton flexed his fingers, “Yeah, if I have to practice another quaffle pass I pretty sure my fingertips will snap.”

The team all laughed, evidently trying to make it as lighthearted as possible with the amount of pressure all nestled on their shoulders. (Y/N) secretly believed that a pep talk from all their close friends and family would motivate and improve the teams morale.

But she also knew that if she voiced that much of her opinion, then the players would just tease her about becoming the next great captain for the team. And she was too good of friends with Edric to make him doubt the authority of his position.

“Hey, guys, we’ve been practicing every day for weeks,” Indira stated, pulling a knee to her chest for a stretch. “Maybe enjoying our last meal with our families would relieve some stress.”

“Why are you saying it like we’ve all got death sentences? Our last meal?” Avery laughed, leaning over to push her away playfully.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Way to improve the mood, Hawksworth.”

The rest of the team laughed again, waiting for Vosper to lift his head from his hands. When he did he focused his attention to the opposing team across the quidditch pitch. The brutal Bulgarian team was conducting a number of routines with quaffle passes and snitch spotting.

They donned scarlet robes with black and gold lettering, which reminded (Y/N) of her Gryffindor house back at Hogwarts. It made her frown to see them arrogantly flashing those colors as they sped on their similarly tinted Firebolts.

Peering down at her own uniform, she relished in the bright white and complementary cherry red accents. The proud emblem of golden dragons blazoned the front and brought a fiery desire to beat Bulgaria with every bit of will power she had.

“I think we are over exhausting ourselves,” Vosper concluded, resting his elbows on his knees. “How about this – you all are free to do whatever you please until the match, as long as you deliver the Rowntree Counter.” He stared pointedly at (Y/N), saying, “If we can execute that as perfectly as you did with Transylvania, we’ll have this game in the bag.”

With slight hesitation, she gulped and nodded. She knew there were scouts in the crowd, recruiters that were looking for talent. If she could make a spotlight of their team, they could go far in quidditch history.

It was this thought that dwelled with her as she left the pitch and made her way through the crowds to find the tent grounds the Weasley’s had rented.

She quickly found herself distracted by numerous fans; now, with the sun newly risen and the mist lifting, she could see the city of tents that stretched in every direction. She made her way slowly through the rows, staring eagerly around.

Many of the campers were starting to wake up. First to stir were the families with small children; a tiny boy no older than two was crouched outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a wand and poking happily at a slug in the grass, which was swelling slowly to the size of a salami.

“Excuse me, miss,” came a timid voice nearby, “Are you (Y/N) Weasley?”

She turned her shoulder and saw a young girl and boy standing on their tip toes and wringing their hands excitedly.

“Yes, ma’am, that’s me.”

“The chaser for England’s National team?” the boy added on, somewhat disregarding her previous response.

(Y/N) peered down at her uniform and shrugged her shoulders, “I’m pretty sure that’s what my robes say.”

There was a squeal behind her, and then another and another. Whispers, then shouts, began appearing all around her as exclamations said:

“Is that…?”

“Mum! It’s the England chaser!”

“She was on the cover of Quidditch Weekly yesterday.”

“Do you think I could get a signature?”

“Wait… (Y/N) Weasley?”

“I don’t have a quill… would she mind using my body paint?”

And it was twenty minutes before she was able to extract herself from the growing crowd. She had signed robes, arms, books, tents, and English flags with everything from paint to lipstick. There was even a little girl that bought a miniature figurine of (Y/N) that padded along her palm, even laughing the same full body laugh that (Y/N) usually did, which she signed the back of.

She had to apologize to everyone as she pushed through, saying she’d like to get to her family before the day was through. It didn’t stop the stares, gasps, and waves, but she was grateful for not being followed as closely anymore.

A short way farther on, she saw two little witches, who were riding toy broomsticks that rose only high enough for the girls’ toes to skim the dewy grass. Here and there adult wizards and witches were emerging from their tents to claim a breakfast. Some, with furtive looks around them, conjured fires with their wands; others were striking matches with dubious looks on their faces, as though sure this couldn’t work.

As she neared the other side of the fields, she noticed the colors changing drastically from black and scarlet to white and cherry. This new patch of tents were all covered with thick clusters of dragon themed décor; blue, red, and white flags flew all around the campers. Dragon kites, dragon statues, dragon emblems, dragon puppets, and even dragon hide was covering most other surfaces.

It really showed the loyalty, as well as the increase of more fans trying to get her attention. One began waving a moving poster of herself crossing her arms and smiling broadly. But just beyond she noticed the exact family she was looking for.

“Charlie!”

One of the redheads sitting around the morning fire stood and whipped around to see who was calling for him. When he spotted his beloved, he called out, urging her forward.

The nearer she got, she noticed that it wasn’t just the Weasley’s, Harry, and Hermione – Ludo Bagman and Mr. Barty Crouch were there too.

“I thought you were going to be on the pitch all day!” Charlie cried, reaching her and pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until after the game.”

She giggled happily as he lifted her enough that she was on her toes, “We convinced Vosper that we could use a break to gather our senses.” She nuzzled into his shoulder as they continued to hold each other close – that calming smell of rainfall and old, weathered book pages whelmed her again.

Charlie moved a hand to the side of her face where he could direct her attention to his eyes, “God, you’re so beautiful.”

She smiled, her eyes suspicious, “Even in this sweaty updo?”

“What can I say? I can’t resist a woman in uniform.” He gave her a seductive gaze and bit his lip, leaning his forehead against hers.

She moved her hands up his torso and around his neck, sighing deep in her chest, “Not until I knock Bulgaria on their ass.”

Charlie closed his eyes and breathed deeply, “You just got a whole lot sexier.” And he practically growled as he dipped for a kiss, a hungry kiss. The intensity took (Y/N) slightly off guard, accidentally pulling a moan out of her.

“Okay, woah, woah!” came the boisterous voices of Fred and George, “Lock it up, this isn’t your honeymoon.”

They could hear Ginny laughing with Bill, and Percy was muttering things like, “Right in front of Mr. Crouch,” under his breath.

“Now, Charlie,” Mr. Weasley stated in a nervously loud tone, “We’ve got guests.”

(Y/N) had to be the one to pull away, finding her breath was taken away by the moment. Charlie grinned and waved a hand over his shoulder.

“Paparazzi,” she muttered, “We’re surrounded by witnesses.”

“It would be ridiculous to hide my feelings for you, (Y/N). Why shouldn’t the public know we have a perfectly wonderful marriage.” He held her by her shoulders, “I’m proud to have you by my side, so what if the Daily Prophet knows we kiss… guess what? We’re married!”

She couldn’t help but laugh, “Still I’d like to keep a few things… hello!” Behind Charlie’s shoulder she could see the entire Weasley family, and guests, watching them closely.

Charlie twirled around and put an arm around (Y/N), “Mr. Crouch, Ludo – may I introduce my wife, (Y/N) Weasley. THE best chaser that England has known these last few years.”

Ludo Bagman, a jolly man with rosy cheeks and a boyish charm, stood immediately and came to shake hands, “An introduction long overdue I’m sure you feel as well. You know I’ve got a pretty penny on your head to get England the win tonight.”

“Us too,” Fred yelled over the many heads, “So don’t fall off your broom.”

“Oh, you’ve seen nothing until you’ve seen (Y/N) play on the pitch,” Charlie stated, leaning towards the group, “She’s like a snitch herself, whipping through the air.”

“Yes,” agreed Ludo, “The biggest hope England has had in over a decade.”

Charlie beamed, moving his loving gaze to his wife. He simply stood there admiring the praise and talent, silently wondering how it was possible she had chosen him to be her husband.

“Thank you, Mr. Bagman,” (Y/N) replied, “Though you should look at England as the team it is – I’m just one person; it takes all of us to win the cup.”

Charlie grinned even wider if it was possible. Admiration wasn’t enough to describe how in awe he was of her. It was like she was in total denial that she was plainly the one carrying the national team. Though it was incredibly endearing and only made him more in love with the fact that she was with him.

“Oh, please, don’t neglect your talents,” Ludo exclaimed, “We all know you were the one that got the qualification from the Transylvania win!”

“Even with that illegal shot by the bludger,” Ron interjected, sneaking the rest of Hermione’s breakfast sausages, “Those scheming, biased referees.”

Bill clapped his hands together, “This is exactly the problem, if we can’t find the right people to observe the field, then what’s the point of having good players? They’ll be disregarded completely with a biased referee!”

And the family continued the conversation of the prospects of the upcoming game. Percy and Mr. Weasley tried to continue remarks with Mr. Crouch before he left and shortly followed by Bagman.

And all Charlie could do was stare at his wife and wonder… wonder how he got so lucky.

~~~

She could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing. The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious; Dawn and Avery couldn’t stop grinning.

The roaring voice of Ludo Bagman could be heard magically magnified across the sea of people.

“Ladies and gentlemen… welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!”

The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. A huge blackboard opposite them showed BULGARIA: 0, ENGLAND: 0.

After a presentation of entrancing Veela and a few soaring dragon fireworks, Ludo began to announce the Bulgarian quidditch team members; next came England.

“Presenting – Vosper, Frisby, Choudry, Withey, Flitney, Hawksworth, and Weasley!”

Seven gleaming robed players came whizzing out of the stands on white golden Firebolts. The Weasley family cheered and shook their top box voraciously.  

“That’s her, that’s her!” yelled Charlie, waving his English flag and pushing into Bill and Ron. His brother followed her with his Omnioculars.

“Theeeeeeeey’re OFF!” screamed Bagman. “And it’s Weasley! Hawksworth! Flitney! Dimitrov! Back to Weasley! Hawksworth! Levski! Flitney!”

The speed of the players was incredible – the chasers were throwing the quaffle to one another so fast that Bagman only had time to say their names. Charlie reached over to fight Ron’s Omnioculars off him but failed as he heard the name Weasley again.

The chasers had fallen into their Rowntree Counter, their signature move. They flew into a straight dive as red, white, and blue colors came streaming out of the back of their brooms – signifying the flag of the United Kingdom.

They knocked two of the opposing Bulgarian players teetering on their brooms and distracted the beaters. Flitney passed the quaffle to Hawksworth, who kicked it around before passing it back to Weasley.

(Y/N) did a magnificent overhead kick into the hoop on the far left.

“WEASLEY SCORES!” roared Bagman, and the stadium shuddered with a roar of applause and cheers. “Ten zero to England!”

Charlie jumped and waved his arms, screaming himself hoarse, “THAT’S MY WIFE! WEASLEY IS MY WIFE!”

Bill reached over and stuffed his UK flag over Charlie’s face to shut him up, and Ginny laughed, giving him her white and red rosette.

(Y/N) did a lap of honor around the field and threw a kiss towards the top box where Charlie waved his hands toward her, “I love you, baby!”

The England chasers were superb. They worked as a seamless team, their movements so well coordinated that they appeared to be reading one another’s minds as they positioned themselves, and the rosette now on Charlie’s chest kept squeaking their names: ��Flitney – Weasley – Hawksworth!” And within ten minutes, England had scored twice more, bringing their lead to thirty-zero and causing a thunderous tide of roars and applause from the white-clad supporters.

Charlie watched as (Y/N) performed miraculous moves toward the goal posts. The continuous overhead kicks, the usage of the butt-end of her broom like a beater bat, and the intense throw of her arm was mesmerizing.

Charlie yelled and screamed until his face turned red, shouting his praise for his wife. The other members in the top box had to accept the fact that Charlie wasn’t going to shut up about his incredible player on the field.

It was just a continuous strain of, “THAT’S MY WIFE!” with a splendid look of pride and admiration on his cheery face.

“WEASLEY IS MY WIFE!”

~~~

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[chalkrevelations]

Huh.

Well, this is not the next episode reaction you were expecting, but a while back, in the middle of the night, while I was ready to cry from working on a pharmacology paper, out of nowhere, Youtube threw up Street Dance of China S3 Ep1 at me. And yeah. I am, admittedly, f’kn weak for a dance show. (There are enough SYTYCD episode reax on my old Livejournal that I feel there’s no point denying this.)

So – no, actually, wait. FIRST of all, I do NOT believe the “towel vote” we ended up being given for the opening routines from the four captains. That was the most blatant bit of bullshit chicanery I’ve seen in my LIFE, and I say this as a person with a ton of SYTYCD episode reax on my old Livejournal, and I also say this not because Wang Yibo ended up last (well, not entirely), but because I saw Wallace Chung’s routine. As someone closer in age to him than to the other three captains, I have to give him props for trying, but come on, man. The critique that Yibo got from random contestants – if the subtitles are to be believed, so I realize this needs a grain of salt - basically boiled down to “it was too good for the stage lighting.” :hands: Also, I saw your face at the reveal, Wallace, and you were as shocked as I was. No way you got more towels/votes than Wang Yibo. Not unless there’s some super wild undercurrent of nostalgia propping you up, which, I guess could happen, because literally all I know about pop culture in China, current or otherwise, is filtered through Tumblr and Youtube, both notoriously suspect, but … anyway. There’s got to be a TON of behind-the-scenes manipulation going on for Yibo to be rock-bottom with last pick of teams but then also to end up with THAT pool of possibles. Are you kidding me with this?

ANYWAY, what I wanted to say is that I actually really like Wang Yibo here, and it’s not just because he’s the only captain I have even a sliver of familiarity with, and it’s not just because Lan Wangji was banging Wei Wuxian. I do realize all of this is influenced by whatever edit they’ve decided to give a particular captain or contestant, but I’m impressed with the way Yibo immediately starts team building by getting his group into a warmup, getting them dancing together, getting them dancing with him before they have to worry about dancing for him. (I mean, come on, Jackson Wang. The way to get people to stop being nervous is not to say “Stop being nervous! It will make you fuck up!”) The way Yibo immediately recognized and responded to his group’s concerns about that one dude copying someone else’s routine probably also bought him a lot of return investment. He’s dressed to work it, in his sweats and his flannel (what IS that fake-leather TAC vest and random leg holster-looking thing, Jackson Wang?). He’s convincing me he really loves to dance, he can’t hold still while he watches the contestants, he’s wandering over into other captains’ turf when it sounds like there’s a dancer performing who he might like to see, he’s being the best Yibo he can be, and I’m grooving along, wind in my hair, totally down for this ride. He’s also adorable at the beginning when all the other captains are like, my goal for this season is to slaughter the competition and dance on their graves! And he’s like, well, I’d like to … make some friends? And learn some new stuff? I don’t know if the perpetual Humble Student schtick is natural or persona, or whether it’s general or specific to dancing, but it’s working for you, my dude. This is also made better (read: ironic), by the fact that it’s immediately before the towel reveal, when he flips over to utter disbelief and gets all sulky for a while over the “fact” that his dance routine got the least votes.

Also, OH WAIT. This is where that clip of Yibo dancing with his crew ALL OVER HIM came from that I saw floating around a few months ago, isn’t it? You’re telling me those guys had never danced together before and had like, three minutes to throw together that routine? I’m even more impressed than before. Meanwhile, the towels symbolize courage and challenge, Mr. Emcee? OK, fine, cheesy reality show blah blah whatever. Can we get to the dancing now?

I’m going to put the rest of this behind a cut, because it got super long, because it turns out, when you watch in 5-minute increments, it takes two and a half weeks to get through a single episode, but you actually can see and have opinions on all 5,328 contestants, plus every single one of the captains’ battles. Meanwhile, I’m trying to convince myself this is not going to be another series of episode reactions, but 1) I do have the benefit of not having a ton of hometown media giving me a next-day play-by-play, so even though this is six months old, everything’s a surprise; 2) I am, admittedly, f’kn weak for a dance show; and 3) it’s easy to watch in 5-minute increments between researching drug interactions in hypothetical hypertensive patients with stable ischemic heart disease, erectile dysfunction, and seasonal allergies. So, I guess we’ll see. It’ll be slow going, though, because I don’t ever have two and half hours to sit down and watch an ep cover-to-cover – if it happens, it will likely keep happening in 5-minute increments. Meanwhile, there is a metric shit-ton of nattering below the cut, so caveat lector. No, seriously, I kept adding to this little by little until it became a monster. Hashtag long post (remorseful).

OK, I am generally out of my depth here, as this is not at all my area of dance not-really-expertise, but some reactions:

Team Wang Yibo: I can see why he didn’t want to choose between Colin and Dian Men – Colin might have been a touch better technically and a better showman, but Dian Men didn’t seem to have a single wasted move – but, also, my dude. Yibo. You maybe should look a little bit less stunned and overwhelmed by the mere presence of Colin, it’s giving me ideas about your taste in men. Continuing with the powerhouses, I probably shouldn’t even attempt to critique Klash, but I did feel like he was a bit stiff in some of his footwork; that final V kick, though, shit, that’s what having that kind of upper-body strength is for. Bouboo … I mean, excellent flexibility and control, of course, but mainly I’m just terribly amused that Yibo got last pick of teams but somehow ended up with the guy who’s literal world champion, and who’s just as useful for getting into the other captains’ heads – without even trying – as he is for his talent. And then there’s a montage of Yibo giving out towel after towel after towel, and my dude, you cannot keep up this pace. There are still too many dancers to see, and you don’t have that many towels. AAANNNND Towel Battle #1 (See Footnote 1).

Team Jackson Wang: I do like Gai Gai, although that may be influenced by the fact she’s working in the twilight area between hip-hop and contemporary that I have more familiarity with - but also, I suspect she’s pretty good in her genre. I thought Xiao Jie was inconsistent and didn’t stick the landing on his initial attempt, so I have to give you that hesitation, Jackson, even though you’ve somehow ended up the villain in my inner narrative for this show, for no particular reason I can yet discern. Maybe it’s that you’re the direct competition for Yibo’s team in the towel battles. Good enough. Anyway, Xiao Jie definitely stepped up his game for the battle with Bingo, so I can kind of see why both of them got a towel, but we’re not even halfway through this, and most of y’all are giving away towels like you have an endless supply. Yang Kai is a fucking menace with fantastic musicality, and I’m just gonna say it and take the fallout - I think he gave a better performance first time out of the gate than any of Yibo’s powerhouses did. Whatever power Klash has got, whatever skill Bouboo has got, Yang Kai feels more explosive and engaging, at least in these initial showings. He’s going to be one to beat, I’d hug him too, if he was on my team and was going to help me WIN. Yibo’s probably lucky that happened during his little stroll over to check out the competition, so that he can see they’re definitely competitive and be prepared for it. Also, Jackson, I have to admit - that face you made when Chao really kicked in? That was the same face I made, because wt actual f, you have a literal secret weapon – secret because he CAME FROM NOWHERE and NO ONE EVEN KNOWS him, how is that even possible, how did he get that good – fluid, creative, controlled, incredible musicality - without anyone having any idea who he even is? And then there’s a montage of Jackson just giving out towel after towel after towel, and my dude, you need to slow down. You can’t just be like, “THEY LOVE DANCE WITH ALL OF THEIR WHOLE HEARTS!!!!1111!!!!11!” I get it, but everyone there loves dance with all of their whole hearts, and there are not enough towels to send all of them on to the next round. ANNNND, Towel Battle #1 (See Footnote 1).

Team Lay Zhang: lol at how diplomatic you’re being, Lay Zhang – your team’s fierce roar startled you, OK. At this point, I suspect you’re the street most likely to have a knife fight break out before this is all over. I do like Alex, I think he’s got a lot of interesting, super-clean details in his moves, and he’s engaging - I cannot BELIEVE you made him battle that dude whose moves were so mushy, Lay Zhang, it leaves me doubting your ability to judge this thing. At first I thought maybe you were just looking for an excuse because you wanted to see Alex freestyle, but then you actually said something about both dancers being equal, and my estimation of you plummeted, and also sadly, my sound dropped out for the actual battle, including the part where the clearly inferior dancer fell over and then accidentally POPPED ALEX ONE IN THE EYE, and I TOLD YOU SO. I do agree it’s a good idea to make dancers in the same genre do some battling, so you can kind of plan out your towels and put together a team with broad strengths, instead of giving out towels like you’re making it rain for the first 20 contestants, and then you have 1,375 more people to get through, with 3 towels left, as EVERYONE ELSE seems to be doing, so it’s nice that at least one of you guys is thinking – if not actually acting - strategically. That was clearly not even a contest, though, GIVE ALEX HIS TOWEL and send him to the next round. Xiao Bao is hilarious, with his concern that his team captain, who’s into krump, which is “beating,” isn’t going to appreciate his waacking, which is “slapping.” I also don’t know a whole lot about waacking, so thanks for the primer, Xiao Bao, and don’t worry, your performance is just as engaging for those of us who don’t know what we’re watching as you are generally. You deserve that towel for your ability to interact with and engage your audience, alone. Lingo is a good solid performance, although he’s got his team captain strategizing edited over some of it, and here’s the thing: we are 1:56:00 into this, at this point, with another half hour to go, and all of you are starting to disappear into the sea of dancers who are very good at what you do, but at generally the same level? Anyway, Lingo, I approve of your ability to interact with your audience (read: your captain) to ensure engagement, too, so keep that up. Annnd, we actually haven’t seen that much of you guys, but it’s time for Towel Battle #2 (See Footnote 2).

Team Wallace Chung: I’m glad Su Lian Ya insisted on performing, I thought she started off slow but warmed up, and that ending was creepily fantastic and had me spontaneously grinning at the screen in delight. Then we lose sight of this group for a really long time, actually. We go back to find Wallace putting through a couple of urban dancers who we barely see, but who apparently claim to have some choreography experience, and he really likes that. TI shows up, and they’re solid, but honestly, not as good in this performance as they were in some of the stock footage the show threw up to introduce them, but Wallace remains super-excited about the idea of choreography and sends at least choreographer Zhang Jiang Peng through to the next round. And then, we really haven’t seen that much of you guys, either, which maybe doesn’t bode well, but it’s time for Towel Battle #2 (See Footnote 2).

FOOTNOTE 1, aka TOWEL BATTLE ONE, Team Yibo vs. Team Jackson, 3V3 freestyle: First of all, I have to say, I love Yibo - Mr. I Just Wanna Make Some Friends And Have Some Fun - being all, “I have three crappy white towels I’m stuck with for coming in last place that I can’t use to send dancers to the next round and that I DO NOT DESERVE, and I am getting BACK the colorful towels that ARE RIGHTFULLY MINE. I am coming for whoever is in my way.” Team Yibo is Bouboo, Klash, Dian Men, and OK, given what we’ve seen so far, that’s the safe choice, but honestly, I think we’re just taking some things for granted right now, and I’m not sure they actually have given the best performances so far. Yeah, I said it. Team Jackson is Yang Kai, Chao, and Xiao Jie, and … ok, on that last one, I think you probably could have substituted Bingo, but all right. Yang Kai is a definite yes. Chao will be great if he can stay out of his own head and not psych himself out, but given what we’ve seen so far, he’s an obvious pick. First round, Yang Kai vs. Klash, and Yang Kai is still a fucking menace, with super lines. Klash definitely stepped up his game for the battle, and I can’t get over the upper body strength he’s got, to get that kind of airy bounce in his moves, but to be honest, I can’t even be mad the first round went to Yang Kai and Team Jackson. Second round, Yang Kai is still … y’all, the beautiful lines from this guy in his poses, I can’t get over them, but I think he doesn’t have the stamina, his footwork is getting sloppy. Bouboo also steps up his game for an actual battle, his fluidity and control is amazing, and yeah, round to Team Yibo. Round three, Xiao Jie gives it a decent effort, but the polish isn’t there; meanwhile Bouboo is still in champion mode, and I was kind of surprised this was a split vote and went to another round. Xiao Jie absolutely surprised me, coming back stronger on his second try, although I suppose a more familiar genre helped, but Bouboo continues in champion mode. Round four, Chao looks like he’s going to throw up right before he steps out there, and then as soon as the music starts, it’s like, he doesn’t even think. The music just moves him. I feel like his dance vocabulary is more limited than Bouboo’s, though, and Bouboo’s flow is amazing at this point, so I feel like the judges just want to drag this out and see more dancing when we go to one more round. Strong effort all around, but yeah, round four and two towels to Team Yibo. I can’t really complain about that. I do feel like Yibo’s powerhouses have been holding back until now, though, and I’m not sure how I feel about THAT.

FOOTNOTE 2, aka TOWEL BATTLE TWO, Team Zhang vs. Team Wallace, 3V3 w/ captain: lol, Team Zhang really wants someone to pick the Sailor Moon song because they know Xiao Bao and his waacking will tear it up. Anyway, Team Zhang includes Lingo and Xiao Bao, who does not get his Sailor Moon song and continues to be hilarious in his disbelief about being chosen to participate in this battle, when he’s not looking almost as sick as Chao from Team Jackson before HIS performance. Team Wallace includes Su Lian Ya – and honestly, despite how I’m getting ready to bag on him for the entire rest of this battle recap, I like that Wallace put one of his female dancers up there for the battle - and some dude named Ba that they haven’t given us any footage of, up ‘til now, at least that I can remember and who I … don’t even know has been formally given a towel and sent on to the next round, yet? Oh wait, he must have, because there’s talk in the pause for choreography about somehow using the towels during the battle. Wallace relies on Su Lian Ya and Zhang Jiang Peng to choose Ba, and then Ba ends up choreographing a lot of the performance, at least from the edit we see. I continue to feel you may be in over your head, Wallace. This feeling … is not assuaged by your performance in the first round, which is fine, but not really up to the level of almost anyone whose name I’ve bolded so far in this entire recap. Also, using the towels was a cute idea, but it doesn’t translate well, and Team Wallace has a lot of wasted time throwing the towels around instead of actually. You know. Dancing. Lingo gets a credible solo during Team Zhang’s performance, and even though Xiao Bao is clearly lost during a good bit of his backup dancer duties, he manages not to throw up, which – given this team’s general skill level – should be enough to give them the first round, EXCEPT SOMEHOW Team Wallace gets the point from the judges, who then try to justify this inexplicable decision by saying Team Wallace had better interaction, I guess because of the hot mess with throwing the towels around, but adding that Team Zhang was more scattered, which what? More scattered than the hot mess with the towels? I’m not buying this. I can’t tell if they’re propping up Wallace or fucking with Lay Zhang’s head, but I’m having bad acid flashbacks to the many and varied ways dance show judges will try to gaslight you, telling you that things you just saw with your very own eyes did not actually happen when it’s right there! On camera! Visible, despite whatever edit bs you’re pulling! ANYWAY, they’re definitely managing to fuck with not only Lay Zhang’s head, but Xiao Bao’s, and Xiao Bao still doesn’t seem to have his choreography down, but they manage to pull it together enough to take the second round, which to be honest is kind of a muddled mess on everyone’s part. The only one who really stands out to me on this go’round is Su Lian Ya, but OK, Team Zhang might have had it slightly more together as a unit. And then, yeah, OK, I think they were fucking with Lay Zhang’s head, because we then find out that, holy shit, the song the show powers-that-be chose for the tie-breaking third round is that gd Sailor Moon song, and we can all see the writing on the wall. Poor Team Wallace is no match for Xiao Bao, who frankly, carries this entire round on his shoulders without breaking a sweat and barely needs any backup dancers to do it. There’s some ridiculously dramatic reveal of scoring, with the judges dragging out their decisions like this was any actual contest - I’m beginning to suspect that some of them grew up with Wallace Chung posters on their bedroom walls - but finally, round and towel to Team Zhang.

Cut to a little bit of Next Time On, and wow, the first two-and-a-half-hour episode is over, and we aren’t finished with the initial round yet. It’s gonna be Christmas before I make it halfway through this season.