#art’s lockerroom

[sunsburns]

good luck, babe!

pairing: tashi duncan x fem!reader x patrick zweig x art donaldson

summary: patrick zwieg invites tashi duncan and art donaldson to join him at your engagement party. you think they came to celebrate you and your new chapter and put the past behind you, rebuilding lost friendships, but tashi hopes to stop you from marrying a man you never wanted.

—or: the trio crashes your engagement party

word count: 10k+ (i have a serious problem)

contains: SMUT 18+, smut with a lot of plot, post-challengers movie, fluff & comfort, angst, tashi’s pov but lowkey get's mixed up around the end, foursome, oral (fem receiving), oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sed (wrap it before yall tap it), homewrecking, cheating but also not cheating but also a worse third thing, three-way make out, four-way make out, dom!tashi, patrick being nasty, art being a loser, no use of y/n, situationship that lasts 13 years.

author’s note: this fic is based on this request with inspo from the greatest song on earth: good luck, babe! it was supposed to be a quick smut blurb but at this point, you all know i can’t write smut without some kind of angsty plot. everyone is super messy and there is some of the dirtiest smut i’ve written so far (it’s only going to get worse from here). this one is a roller coaster.

It didn't make sense to any of them, how you could've possibly ended up with him. 

Tashi remembered him from Stanford vividly. He came from a white-collared family, with daddy's money that bought him everything he could've ever asked for, yet he still wanted more. He played golf and polo and even dabbled with tennis but never had enough guts or skill to take it seriously. But his dad funded most of the programs and events at the school, so everyone had known him, his charm, his family, and his inability to stick to one thing even outside of sports. He clung onto a new girl every other week, a new girl wrapped around his finger only to be ultimately tossed aside like the rest of them.

"What a dick," Tashi remembered you saying once, stabbing your fork into your salad while glaring daggers at him from across the cafeteria as he bragged loudly to his fan club about how he beat you in a game of tennis. 

Which he didn't. 

You let him win. 

His parents had been paying you to coach him, paid you extra every time you let him win a set or two against you, even if it was off the record. God knows you needed the money.

"I think I'm gonna quit." You said, turning back to glance at Tashi.

"About damn time," she snickered, shaking her head. "I told you you're wasting your time with him when you could be doing something better. Like training with me."

You had rolled your eyes and poked her arm with your fork, "If I'm still trailing after him this time next week, shoot me in the head and put me out of my misery."

Almost thirteen years later, you're walking around with his ring on your finger at your engagement party. A party where your fiancé announced your upcoming retirement after a tennis career run that Tashi would’ve killed for: a six-time US Open winner; two-time gold medalist at the Olympics; and brand deals that would ensure you and the next four generations of your family lived happily under your trust fund.

Clearly, you weren't marrying him for his money.

It made Tashi anxious, because, in some way, she could see that the marriage you will have with your fiancé is far too similar to how Tashi's would have been if she and Patrick stayed together. 

Okay, maybe that was a reach.

Or maybe it's how it would've been if neither of you had gone up to Art and Patrick's hotel room that night. Or maybe it would've been Tashi's ring on your finger instead.

She couldn't shake the bitter taste in her mouth as she watched you laugh with him, your eyes lighting up in the way they always did when you were truly happy. It used to be her who made you smile like that. She remembered the late-night practices, the shared victories, and the quiet moments shared in the comfort of her dorm room. She remembered the promises you both made and dreams of dominating the tennis world together.

But she shouldn't dwell on the past, she shouldn't think about what-ifs. At least that's what Art tells her with a hand on her shoulder. Tashi glances at his hand, noting the wedding band that rests on his finger. The squeeze he gives is meant to be reassuring, but instead, it feels suffocating.

"I'll never know how he bagged her," Patrick tuts from her other side, a drink already in his hand. He holds it close to his mouth, biting the rim of the glass before taking a swig, his eyes never leaving you. His gaze is shameless, tracing the way your dress hugs your curves, how your hair shines under the chandelier lights, and the way your lips move as you speak.

"Lucky, lucky man..." Patrick shakes his head, a bitter edge to his voice.

A waiter passes by, offering hors d'oeuvres, and Patrick takes enough for the three of them for himself, setting his empty glass on the platter. As he stuffs an appetizer in his mouth, he begins to walk away, his eyes fixed on you.

"Where do you think you're going?" Art asks, his hand slipping from Tashi's shoulder.

Patrick spins around, mouth full, and shrugs. "To congratulate the future bride."

Art and Tashi stand there, watching, almost dumbfounded when they see Patrick sneak up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and lifting you into the air. You shriek, champagne spilling from your glass, but once you see who it is, a wide smile breaks across your face.

"Patrick!" Tashi can hear you from across the hall. Patrick lifts you again, hoisting you into the air. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he spins you around, your laughter ringing out—a sweet melody that draws the attention of everyone nearby. "You made it!"

Tashi feels a pang of surprise. 

You and Patrick had been in closer contact than she imagined. It stings, a reminder of the distance that had grown between you after her injury, much like the distance that had grown between Art and Patrick. She never knew you had turned to Patrick for comfort. Though it made sense—Patrick was the one you invited, not her, not Art. Patrick was the one who had to ask if he could bring two guests instead of the traditional plus-one. 

But surely, you must have known that if you invited Patrick, Tashi and Art would come too, right? 

Right? 

The question churns a pit of dread in her stomach as Art starts to lead her closer to you out of courtesy.

Patrick's arms are wrapped tightly around your torso, his hand resting too low to be innocent, but you seem happy nonetheless. Happier in Patrick's arms than in the arms of your future husband. You embrace him close, the ring on your finger glimmering under the chandelier lights as you hold onto the back of his neck, your laughter finally subsiding as the spinning stops.

As Tashi and Art approach, the reality of the situation hits her harder. She's watching from the outside, a spectator to your happiness, feeling the sting of what could have been. She forces a smile; your engagement to the worst person in the world can't possibly be the thing that makes her break. Not after everything she's built since she started coaching.

Art tries to catch your eye, offering a polite smile once you let go of Patrick. "Hey."

"Hi," you say breathlessly, a bright smile across your face while Patrick swings his arm over your shoulder. You seem happy, almost relieved that Tashi and Art were here as if you doubted their attendance. "Wow, it's been so long. You guys look great."

"Thanks," Tashi finally says, the words weighing on her tongue like lead.

"You look beautiful," Art tells you, and it's rushed as if he's been trying to keep it to himself but couldn't help it once he was close enough to you.

Before you can get a word out, another arm wraps around your waist, discreetly pushing Patrick away from you to slide into your side. Patrick lets out an annoyed groan, stepping aside as your fiancé squeezes you tightly and says, "She does, doesn't she? Hey, killer."

You turn to him, about to say something, maybe greet him back, maybe introduce him to everyone. But he doesn't let you, he's leaning closer until his lips lock with yours. It takes you by surprise—you flinch at first before finally letting him kiss you properly, his hand cupping the back of your neck, pushing you as close to him as humanly possible.

Art lets out a low, awkward sigh while watching it happen before him, and Patrick rolls his eyes, stepping back in search of a waiter for another drink.

He holds onto you like you're a prize he's won. Almost as if he's been competing with everyone in the world to finally hold you and show you off. As if that's all you had to offer.

You blink, clearly embarrassed, as you clear your throat to disperse the awkward tension in the air. "These are some, uh," you stumble over your words before nodding towards Art, Tashi, and Patrick, "some old friends from college. I'm sure you remember—"

He's interrupting you again, reaching out with the hand that's not on you to shake Tashi's hand. He holds it tightly, his thumb pressing against her wedding ring. "Tashi Duncan, how could I ever forget? Still beautiful as ever."

She has to force herself to smile, for your sake. "Good to see you too—"

"You know," your fiancé starts, cutting her off, "I still remember the time you told me to suck a bag of dicks 'cause I took up your court time. Best day of my life."

"Yeah," Patrick laughs. He's found another glass of champagne to sip on, and it's by his lips when he says, "who doesn't love getting cussed out by Tashi."

You wince. "Patrick—"

"No, no. He's right. It's one out of a million. I took it as a compliement," your fiancé says, glancing at Tashi again, his eyes darting up and down, lingering on her wedding ring once more before she finally pulls her hand out of his grasp. He spots the arm Tashi has been clinging to. "Art Donaldson, I'm a big fan."

Art stiffens as if taken by surprise. "Really?"

Your fiancé is nodding, and when Art glances your way for a split second, he tugs you closer. "You're incredible. Watching you play, it's like, woah! He's killin' it out there. Too bad you've retired though, would've loved to see you play longer."

There's a faint redness to Art's face when he nods. "Oh, thank you."

"I've always wondered if I'd turn out the way you did if I stuck to tennis." Then he laughs, nudging your side. "If only this one put me to work like Tashi did to you, maybe we would've competed in the US Open a few times."

You snort and shake your head, the idea of watching the two of them even standing on the court together amusing you. "You couldn't beat Art if you tried."

Your fiancé shrugs. "Maybe Patrick."

"Stop kidding yourself. You can't even beat your nephew and he's twelve."

He hums, turning so that he'll face you. He holds your waist with both hands, caressing you gently. "You sure know your way into a man's heart, baby," he says lowly before kissing you again. It's rough and messy, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You shriek and press your hands against his chest. He doesn't let go immediately, peeking a glance towards the trio while kissing you.

Tashi feels a knot of disgust tightening in her stomach. The audacity of him to touch you like that in front of them, as if he’s marking his territory, sets her blood boiling just a little bit. God, did no one teach this guy any kind of etiquette?

She catches Art's expression out of the corner of her eye—his jaw is clenched as he turns to look away. Patrick's lips curl in a sneer, the glass in his hand trembling slightly. He fights the urge to throw it.

Your fiancé reaches down and gropes your ass over your silky white dress before finally separating from you.

You stand there, looking flushed and embarrassed, letting him whisper something in your ear before he walks off, joining a group of men who whistle and catcall at him as he nears them. Each jeer and hoot feels like a slap to the face.

"Uh, sorry," you apologize, unable to meet their eyes as you blindly wipe at your chin to fix your lipstick. "That was... I don't know what's gotten into him. He's not usually like this. He's, uh... he's great."

Patrick scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, real great."

Tashi can’t help but frown, her heart aching as she watches you fumble. "You can't possibly want to marry him," she wants to say, but the words get stuck in her throat. She can't bear to hear the answer, especially if it's the one she fears.

Art steps forward, his face a careful mask of neutrality. "If you’re happy," he says, but there's an edge to his tone, a challenge. The unspoken words hang heavily in the air: "Are you?"

You nod quickly, too quickly, as if trying to convince yourself as much as them. "Sure, sure. I mean, what’s not to be happy about? His family loves me. I'm retiring this year, and gonna spend more time with my family. Hopefully more time with some old friends?"

"Old friends?" Tashi repeats, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. The casual way you say it, as if years of distance and silence can be bridged with a few meetings, stings more than she cares to admit.

"Yeah, before I get busy with the baby."

"Baby?" Patrick's voice is sharp, almost disbelieving. "You’re pregnant?"

"What? No!" You quickly sputter, shaking your head. Then you pause, a thought crossing your mind and you lighten up a little bit, a hopeful smile gracing your face, "But I do want kids one day. I want three."

"Does he want kids?"

"We've talked about it, but he shuts it down all the time."

"You poor thing." Patrick puffs out, pinching your arm before reaching for your hand and leading you toward the bar. "Let's bring this conversation outside, ladies. I need a smoke. And you all need a drink stronger than his champagne."

The idea of fresh air and a strong drink is appealing. After grabbing a bottle of finely aged wine, the four of you make your way to the garden outside the grand hall. The shift from the stuffy indoor atmosphere to the cool night air is a relief. 

The moonlight casts a silvery glow over the meticulously maintained garden, illuminating the path with a soft, ethereal light. You glow in your pretty white dress, the fabric shimmering as you take a seat on a patch of grass near the rose bushes. The scent of roses mingles with the crisp night air, creating a tranquil yet poignant backdrop. You glance up at the three of them who stand there, watching you.

Tashi raises a brow as you take a long swig of the wine. She didn't remember you to be much of a drinker. 

"It's not that big of a deal," you say, passing her the bottle when she finally sits next to you. 

It's as if her movement had woken the two guys and then Art takes a seat on your other side while Patrick lies down on the grass a few feet away to light a cigarette. 

You pout, "If he doesn't want kids, then we won't have kids."

"But you want kids," Tashi reminds you, but it's more of a question as if she's wondering if that's truly what you want. Don't get her wrong, Tashi loves being a mother, she would kill anyone for Lily, but you wanting kids barely before confirming your retirement threw her off a little bit.

"Of course I do." You hiccup, reaching for the bottle again. "I'm not getting any younger. It's just... he'll come around."

"And if he doesn't?" Art asks, his voice gentle but probing.

"Can we not talk about that right now? I just want to get shitfaced and party."

"Now we're talkin'!" Patrick interjects, his grin wide as he takes a drag from his cigarette. The embers glow briefly in the dark.

"Come on, everybody gather." Patrick flicks his cigarette off to the rocky pathway and snags the bottle from Art's hands. He raises it, nodding at you with that same smirk he's had for years. Snarky, cocky, and yet endearing. "To celebrate new beginnings. Even if your future husband's a dick and can't make you cum nearly half as hard as I can. Good luck, babe."

The rest of you all make a noise of annoyance, rolling your eyes. "Seriously?"

"Shut the fuck up, Patrick," Art scoffs, though there's a faint smile tugging at his lips as you let a giggle slip out past your fake annoyance.

Patrick's smile only widens at the sound of his friends' protests. It reminds him of the good old years when his biggest worry was which shorts he'd wear to his next game. "Cheers!"

As the bottle is passed around, Tashi can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with bitterness. The comradery of the past clashes painfully with the reality of the present. Is this how things are going to be like now? Is this night a call for a truce, waving the white flag so that all of you could be friends again, now as adults, making plans for brunch and getting the kids together for birthday parties?

You take another sip from the bottle, your gaze drifting towards the moonlit sky. "To new beginnings," you repeat softly, though the hope in your voice is tinged with uncertainty.

Tashi leans back, her eyes lingering on you, a mix of longing and regret pooling in her heart. Art sits quietly beside her, lost in his thoughts, while Patrick’s laughter rings out, masking deeper sentiments beneath his forced cheerfulness. The chatter and music from the hall spill into the garden, the warm lights casting a golden glow over the scene. Patrick talks animatedly about the seasons he thinks he has left in him, and to Tashi's annoyance, you encourage him.

She shakes her head at the way Patrick's eyes light up, glancing at her with a knowing look. Despite her irritation, she can't deny the comfort of slipping back into their old dynamic.

Suddenly, Art hums thoughtfully. He has been mostly quiet, listening to the conversation with occasional quiet laughs. Now, as he puts down the empty bottle of wine, he looks at you, his eyes more alive than they have been in a long time. "I had a burger for the first time in years," he announces, a smile spreading across his face as if he is proud of it.

You gasp, perking up as you reach over to hold his hands. "How was it?"

"Amazing," Art says fondly, "like heaven inside a bun."

"You should've seen him," Tashi smirks, shoulder to shoulder with Patrick, playfully kicking Art. "He was drooling just looking at the menu."

He rolls his eyes, "I wasn't drooling." When you fall silent, he looks at you again, frowning. "You haven't had one in a while, have you?"

You shake your head, "No, I think the last time I had one was when we graduated."

Patrick scoffs, "Bullshit."

You laugh, "It's true! I've been very strict with my diet. And now that I've retired... I don't know..." You shrug, suddenly getting shy as Art starts tracing stars against the back of your hand. "There are so many options, I wouldn't know where to start."

"It doesn't have to be anything fancy," Tashi says.

"Pretty sure I saw an old diner on the way here," Patrick suggests. He stands, stretching and groaning before bending over to take Tashi's hand and help her up.

You sputter, watching them all start to stand before you. "Shut up, we're not driving, you're drunk."

"But sober enough to see how badly you want this," Patrick teases, waving a finger near your face and smirking. "You're drooling."

"No, I'm not!"

"Sure you are," Art joins in, pulling you up to your feet. He swipes a thumb at your chin, "Look right there, by your lip."

"Oh," Tashi grins, "I see it."

"Shut up, Tash, no you don't." The words fall from your lips before you can stop them. The old nickname fits too smoothly as if it hasn't been years since you've called her that. Tashi smiles, feeling like a teenager again, messing around with you. She starts to walk off, Art and Patrick following her while you stand there, dumbfounded and a little breathless from their teasing.

"Where are you going?"

"To get a burger?" Tashi shrugs, and she smirks at you, a mischievous smile that makes you wonder if any of you have ever grown up at all. "You coming or what?"

You try to be reasonable, "I can't just leave."

"We'll bring you back before anyone notices," Patrick bargains, jogging back to your side and taking your arm to lead you to the exit. "Lighten up, when was the last time you had some fun?"

You don't even look back.

You find yourself laughing, nodding as the four of you make your way out of the garden. The moonlight guides your steps, casting long shadows on the path.

The walk is a blur of laughter and shared stories, the kind of carefree joy that you haven't felt in years. Before long, you arrive at the diner. The neon lights buzz softly, casting a nostalgic glow over the parking lot. You can smell the greasy, comforting aroma of burgers and fries even before you step inside.

The few people in the diner stare, watching as what seems to be a runaway bride and three wedding guests stumble and giggle over each other, lips a little purple from the wine you've all had and ordering burgers to go.

Once you have your food, you all find yourselves sitting on the curb of the diner's parking lot, the warm night air wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. Patrick hands out the burgers, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous light as he makes a show of presenting yours to you. "First bite in... how many years?"

"Too many," You take the burger with a chuckle, unwrapping it and taking a bite. "Oh my God," you mumble around your mouthful, "this is amazing."

Tashi watches you, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Told you."

Art takes a bite of his own burger, nodding in agreement. "There's nothing like it."

You shake your head, going in for more, "This is the greatest thing I've put in my mouth."

Patrick, already halfway through his, lets out a loud laugh, "Yeah, I bet."

The parking lot felt like a little bubble of the past, untouched by the years that had separated you. It was strange how easy it was to fall back into the rhythm of your old friendships, how natural it felt to banter and laugh as if no time had passed at all.

Tashi rolls her eyes, though you don't even seem phased by Patrick's joke. "I can't even get mad," you say, swallowing, "I feel like I'm eighteen again."

"Tell me about it," Art agrees. Then he pauses for a beat, chewing on her burger a little slower before turning to you. "You know, this reminds me of that time... when, you know."

"Oh," You snort and nod, scrunching up your face at the memory. "Yeah. It kinda does."

"What?" Patrick looks between the two of you, raising his brow in interest. "What time?"

"It was a long time ago," you tell him.

"Like back in Stanford," Art explains, and then he points between Tashi and Patrick with his burger, "when you two were still a thing."

Tashi sits up straight now, her full attention on you and Art. "Oh, really?"

"It was that time Patrick came for a surprise visit in the middle of our girls' night," you say, nodding your head at her, hoping she'd catch up with the memory. "And you kicked me out of your dorm so you and Patrick could... you know."

Tashi nods. "Have some alone time." She finishes for you.

She remembers that night well: you were both nestled in the haven of her dorm room, the soft glow of the television casting gentle shadows on the walls as the movie played on. You were curled up under her covers, your bodies intertwined, legs tangled together in a comforting knot. The world outside ceased to exist in those moments, leaving just the two of you in your little cocoon of comfort.

Tashi can still feel the sensation of your fingers running through her hair, the tender, rhythmic motion soothing her in a way nothing else could. The warmth of your touch lingered on her scalp, your fingers traced lazy patterns, and she remembered the way her body instinctively relaxed into yours.

But then came the knock on the door, and she felt her heart jump at her throat as she swung her legs out from under the covers and padded softly to the door.

When she opened the door, there stood Patrick, his presence almost surreal. He was holding a bouquet of carefully picked-out flowers, their vibrant colours contrasting sharply with the dim light of the hallway. His smirk was both nervous and charming

"You kicked her out?" Patrick gasps, and Tashi gives him a blank stare. He's acting as if he wasn't even there, as if he didn't stand by her desk while watching her scramble to clean up the mess the two of you made in her dorm and shove you out the door before locking it.

Patrick shrugs, that stupid smirk painted on his lips again before he finishes his burger. "Would've let you stay if it were up to me," he tells you, "The more, the merrier."

"No way," you poke your tongue at the inside of your cheek. "She wanted you all for herself."

"Please, I would've been too distracted with you to even give him my time of day," Tashi admits. "I did you a favor, Patrick. Saved you from blue balls."

He holds a hand to his heart. "I'm so honored."

"But anyway," you start, "while I was walking back to my dorm I bumped into Art, who got stood up on a date."

Patrick blinks, turning to Art. "You got stood up?"

"Was it that girl from marketing?" Tashi asks.

Art's cheeks start to turn red, the flush growing from his neck and up to his ears at the attention. "Yeah, she, uh, she bailed on me last minute."

"I remember you telling me the date went well," Patrick says. "That you guys went out late, bought takeout... you made out in your car," Then, to fuck with him, he adds, "You came in your pants 'cause she kissed your neck. Remember?"

"And that did happen," Art confesses begrudgingly, glaring at Patrick while Tashi laughs. "It’s just... it wasn't with her..."

"It... it was me," you admit.

Tashi wishes she could say she's surprised, but it's nearly impossible because anyone who knew you back in college knew very well about the big crush you harboured for a certain blonde. She knew the way you swooned after him, even if you never tried to admit it because it was too embarrassing.

"Wait, so," Tashi starts, poking at your side and drawing a nervous giggle from you. It makes her smile. "Is Art that guy you told me about, with the puppy eyes and pretty smile?"

"Okay," you puff out, blushing, "I did not say puppy eyes."

"You think I have puppy eyes?" Art asks you, his gaze softening.

When you take a few seconds too long to answer, Patrick claps his hands together and swings his arm over yours and Art's shoulders, pulling the two of you closer to him. "Aw," he teasingly coos at the two of you getting all flustered, "you think he has puppy eyes."

"It was so long ago," you say, running your hands over the soft fabric of your dress. "I don't even remember."

"I'm so sure you don't," Patrick hums, a knowing look in his eyes before he presses a sloppy kiss against your cheek.

You groan, shoving your hand in his face to push him off before you stumble to stand on your feet again, wiping your cheek from his spit. "You're disgusting," you huff, but there's no real bite in your words because there's a faint smile threatening to appear at the corners of your lips. 

You stand there for a beat or two, brushing off your dress and feeling the weight of the night settling in. You stare down at the three of them sitting on the curb, the neon lights of the diner buzzing behind you. You can see the hall where your engagement party is from where you stand; you almost don't want to go back.

"Okay," you tuck your lower lip between your teeth as you hesitate, "this... this has been fun."

"Don't leave yet," Tashi says while Art's smile drops, his face falling in disappointment.

"Yeah," Patrick rushes to stand, reaching for you, "the party was just getting started."

"I really have to get back," you step away. "If anyone finds out I left, I'll hear about it for days. This has been great. Like, seriously, I don't think I've ever laughed this hard since before..." You trail off, your tongue getting tied as you glance at Tashi, then at her knee, covered by the length of her dark purple dress. You clear your throat. "Well, uh, I better go. But thank you again, for the beer and the burgers and the memories. I hope you guys can make it to the wedding."

You start to walk away before they can say anything. Like, on purpose, as if you know that if they tried to make you stay and ditch your party, you would. You would cave to their defences.

The sound of your heels is deafening. Tashi watches you go, she watches how you wrap your arms around yourself, and it all feels too similar to how she watched you go all those years ago and never chased after you. 

"Don’t marry him," Tashi stands from the curb. She's shaky on her feet, taking long strides to walk past Patrick and hoping to catch up to you. She sees you freeze in your steps, barely out of the parking lot. You turn to look at her quickly, face falling in shock at her demand.

"What?" Your voice is quiet, hoping that your ears are betraying you.

Tashi slows down once she is close enough, the distance between you is almost nothing but the gap feels like miles. The red and blue lights from the neon sign blend into a deep purple against your skin, casting an ethereal glow that makes this moment feel suspended in time. She watches your face, sees the way your brows knit together, the flicker of anger and confusion in your eyes.

Her heart is pounding, the blood rushing in her ears almost drowning out her voice. But she forces herself to speak, her voice low and urgent. "Don’t marry him," she says again, each word feeling like it's being ripped from her chest. Her resolve, which had held firm all these years, finally crumbles.

Getting Patrick back into her life had been one of the most complicated, tangled pains she had ever undertaken. The late-night calls, the awkward meetings, the painstakingly slow rebuilding of trust between herself and Art. 

None of it had been easy.

Yet, even with Patrick back, there had always been something missing—a void that only you could fill.

She looks into your eyes, her gaze unwavering, despite the tears welling up. "Please," she pleads, her voice breaking. "Please, don't marry him." The words hang heavy in the air, a desperate plea that carries years of longing and regret. She knows that having you back won't make up for the lost time, and won't magically fix all the mistakes and missed opportunities. But she can at least try, can at least fight for the chance to make things right.

"Tashi, you can't possibly be asking me to—"

"It’s not worth it," she tells you anyway, her voice trembling with the weight of unspoken truths. She knows it’s a risk, a gamble she's taking by laying her heart bare, but she can’t hold back any longer. The years of resentment, of silent longing, bubble to the surface, fueled by the sight of you with someone else's ring on your finger. It's a bitter pill to swallow, the realization that she resented you not for leaving, but for never coming back. 

Why didn't you come back?

Tashi's words hang heavy in the air, a desperate plea born from years of unspoken desires and regrets. "Both of you want different things anyway. You don't love him," she continues, her voice raw with emotion, "it's not gonna last. One day you're gonna wake up in the middle of the night and realize I'm right. You'd hate to admit it, but I will be right. I am right. He doesn't deserve you. He's no good for you."

You scoff, "And you are?"

"You said it yourself," she presses on, her voice barely above a whisper, "You've never laughed the way you do with us. And you kept in touch with Patrick, so that's gotta mean something." It's a feeble attempt to grasp at straws. "Marrying him will just be another excuse, another stupid reason. I thought you were better than that."

Then she remembers that night before you left for London, back in 2012. It's like a distant memory now, a flicker of what could have been. The air was thick with anticipation, the tension palpable as you stood on the precipice of something new. She remembers the way your eyes met hers after your exchange with Art at the hotel bar, a brief greeting with an old friend, both of you at the peaks of your careers. It is a silent exchange of longing and regret. For a moment, it felt like time stood still, like the world was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

She remembers the smell of your perfume, the bitterness of the drink you were having and how she could taste it when she kissed you; tongue running over your teeth, nails clawing at skin, hair tangled between fingers, hot breaths and unkept promises and false apologies and a night of regret.

And then the morning came, and with it, you had to leave. And she never stopped you.

"Tashi… I can't just throw this all away for you. For any of you. You were the one who told me to leave."

"I know."

"Because you know everything, right? Because you know he's not good for me, you know it all."

"I know you."

"No, you don’t," you say, your voice tinged with hurt. "Not anymore.”

Tashi huffs, shaking her head before she reaches out, cupping your cheeks gently in her hands. Her lips hover over yours for a moment, a silent plea hanging in the air between you. She waits, her heart pounding in her chest, for you to make a move—to kiss her, to push her away, anything.

You gaze into her eyes, tears glistening in the dim light, before finally closing the distance between you. The kiss is tender, and bittersweet, a culmination of years of unspoken longing and regret. It's a brief moment of solace amid chaos.

Your hands dig into the nape of her neck, where the short ends of her dyed hair tickle the skin of your wrist. The heat of your engagement ring nearly burns her, the edge of the diamond scraping against her skin.

When you pull away, breathless, Tashi fears this will be the last time she will see you. 

"Tashi, this doesn’t change anything," you say, your voice trembling.

"It changes everything," she whispers, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. "You know it does."

But you step back, breaking the contact, the distance between you growing with each passing moment. "I have to go," you murmur, the weight of the decision heavy on your shoulders. "I need to think."

As you walk away, Tashi watches you go, her heart heavy with uncertainty. She clings to the memory of that fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. 

Back in the hotel room, an uneasy silence settles among the trio. Tashi steps out of the shower, her mind a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. The press of your lips still lingers on her own, a persistent buzz that crawls under her skin. 

As she rubs lotion into her arms, she takes her time, methodically moving over each inch of her skin as if she could somehow rub away the confusion and yearning. She finishes her skincare routine, staring at herself in the mirror, almost meeting the eyes of the eighteen-year-old girl who had her whole life ahead of her. It's a constant chant in her head not to dwell in the past. 

She has to focus—she needs to find a way to pull Patrick Zweig out of the top 200 ranks and get him qualified for the US Open by the time the next season starts.

Speaking of the devil, when Tashi steps out of the bathroom, she finds Patrick lounging on the loveseat by the open window. Naturally, his shirt has found itself a home on the floor, and a cigarette dangles from his lips.

He perks up when she walks out, sitting up to greet her, "Don't beat yourself up."

Tashi rolls her eyes and climbs into the bed, letting herself sink into the soft comforter. "Shut the fuck up, Patrick. And put that shit out."

"I'm just saying," he shrugs, taking one last drag before flicking the cigarette out the window, grinning when he hears Tashi scoff. "She's a stubborn little shit," he says as the hotel door clicks open and Art walks in. Patrick hums, "Probably only marrying him to piss us off anyway. Been trying to talk her out of it for months. Never listens."

"She might listen to Tashi," Art says, turning to his wife with a hint of optimism in his voice. "Lily's asleep, by the way."

"Right, because my word is stronger than both of yours," Tashi retorts, pulling the blanket over her legs.

Art and Patrick glance at each other before nodding, "Yes."

"Well, yeah."

They all sit in silence for a while, each lost in their own little bubble. The hotel room is quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of the bedspread. 

Art joins Tashi on the bed, absently flipping through the channels on the television, the remote clicking softly in his hand. Beside him, Tashi pretends to read a book, her eyes scanning the same sentence over and over again without really absorbing the words. Meanwhile, Patrick rummages through the mini fridge, the sound of bottles clinking and wrappers crinkling breaking the stillness.

A quiet knock on the door makes the three of them freeze, their heads snapping up in unison. They exchange hesitant glances, each wondering if they imagined it. Then three raps against the wood sound again, more insistent this time. Patrick scrambles to the door, Art and Tashi close behind him, their curiosity piqued and their hearts pounding.

Patrick swings the door open, and there you are, a sight for sore eyes. You're still in the same dress, though one of the straps has fallen off your shoulder, and your makeup is smudged around your eyes. You hold your phone close, dropping it from your ear.

"I tried calling," you say, turning your phone so they can see Patrick's contact, a simple 'pat' with a cute tennis ball emoji next to his nickname. "You never answered."

"My phone died." He shrugs.

You let your hand fall to your front, where your fingers pull on each other nervously. Tashi can't help but notice the lack of a ring on your finger all of a sudden. She raises her brows at you, a knowing look flashing across her face before she tells you, "Something's changed."

You roll your eyes and step into the room, sliding between Art and Patrick easily. "A lot has changed." You walk until you reach the middle of the room. 

It's a big hotel room, not nearly as big as the ones Art and Tashi are used to staying in, but big and luxurious nonetheless. You fit in perfectly with your white gown and styled hair, a vision of elegance even in your dishevelled state.

You turn, facing the three of them again. "I hope whatever offer you guys were hinting at earlier still stands... I don't exactly have anywhere else to stay, unless I want to hear my mother telling me how she was right the entire night."

Tashi smirks. "You know I'm about to tell you the same thing too, right?" She closes the space between the two of you, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. Her nails brush against your jaw in a feather-light touch until her fingers pause below your lips.

"Yeah, I know."

You don't seem too upset about it. Instead, you're grinning, letting Tashi push her thumb between your lips. The gesture is intimate, charged with unspoken emotion. You're standing face-to-face when she says, "I told you so."

She leads you to sit on the bed, and you let her, nearly tripping over your heels before you land on the soft duvets. Tashi leans down, her nose brushing against yours, and you swallow your heart racing.

"You were right," you murmur. It's hard to maintain eye contact when your skin is buzzing with heat and when there's so much going on in the depths of her eyes that it dizzies you. "I hate it, though."

Her nose is cold against yours, a sharp contrast to the warmth of her breath. You let your eyes fall shut as she slowly traces patterns under your chin, pressing her thumb harder into your mouth before pulling it out. She catches the side of your face with it, making a mess with your spit.

She smiles, "I know you do."

Instinctively, and embarrassingly, there's a shiver rolling down your spine.

Tashi releases a small chuckle, and then, after a final moment, her lips fill in the small gap between you both. You sink into it immediately, heart rejoicing as her lips, warm and smooth, explore your own.

It's a little fumbly, nervous and making you tremble under her hands. Tashi loves every second of it. Her fingers grip your face tighter, mouth pressing to yours with more hunger as you wind your fingers into her hair and sigh. Between gasped breaths and soft sounds of enjoyment, she slips her tongue along your lower lip, and so you open your mouth a little wider.

Tashi ends up straddling you, making out like you're both teenagers again, putting on a show for Art and Patrick. The exhilarating butterflies twirling in your stomach match the memories, too. 

You moan softly as she pulls away from your mouth, her attention shifting to your neck. As you watch Patrick and Art make their way to sit next to you on the bed, the bed dipping, you tilt your head to the side and open up your throat to Tashi. You whimper as you feel her lips drag over your exposed skin. She nibbles and sucks until she finds the sensitive part that makes you cry out.

"Fuck," you whimper. You tug on her air-dried curls, coaxing her back up to your lips so you can enjoy the feeling of her mouth on yours. Tashi sighs, and you can feel her smiling into it while beckoning Art and Patrick to join in.

Their lips are on you in a split second, with Art pressing soft, ticklish kisses against your collarbone, and Patrick sliding his tongue from your shoulder to the back of your ear. He's moaning at the taste of you, sucking a bruise under your jaw while digging his hand into the back of your hair. 

He slowly starts to bring his sloppy kisses to your mouth, lips brushing against Tashi's and your own before she draws back. You whine, pouting as you watch her take a few steps away before making herself comfortable in the cushioned seats by a small dining table. You can't pout for too long, because now Patrick is kissing you, tugging softly at your hair until your back arches.

His tongue presses against yours, pressing as far back as he can reach, swallowing your every moan and whimper. You bring your hand up to scratch at his beard, then run your nails over his scalp. This is when Art starts to get a little bolder by running his hands up and down your thighs, pulling and pulling the long skirt of your dress until he reaches the end of it and he can touch your skin and take off your heels, tossing them aside somewhere.

Patrick traps your lower lip between his teeth, watching it bounce back into its place as he leans back just the slightest bit. You break apart with a whimper. Your half-lidded eyes meet his, then flick down to the trail of spit strung between your glistening lips. He stares at you, cheeks a little red as he smirks, "I've missed this. Missed you."

You smile, breathless as Art's hand makes its way up higher and higher and closer to your heat, his mouth is relentless with its attack at your neck. He grinds his crotch against the side of your leg and you cradle the back of his head with your other hand.

"You saw me last week, Patrick."

"Last week?" Art pulls away. His lips are parted, eyes a little dazed but focused enough to stare between you and Patrick in confusion. Tashi smirks from where she sits and shifts in her place.

"We're not all perfect, Art." You groan, rolling your eyes as Patrick laughs, reaching over you to start pulling down Art's pants who shifts in his place to let him. Once they're off, he looks at you, and it's embarrassing how fast you tangle together, melding together into a pathetic heap on the bed for Tashi and Patrick to see. 

Your lips move in tandem, his soft, pouty lips slitting against yours with ease as you lead his hands to your chest and shove them under your dress.

Art squeezes and fondles your breasts over your bra, his hips jerking against your leg again, almost desperate as his boner presses against the fabric of your dress as it has fallen down again.

Tashi startles you as she settles behind, one knee on the bed while her other long leg steadies her on the carpeted floor below. You let her tilt you backward, parting you from Art and she draws you into an upside-down kiss. The salacious kiss leaves your legs parting for the two men beside you. 

Patrick makes quick work of taking that damn dress off of you and you sputter out a pathetic moan when Art's soft hands tease your hardening nipples once Patrick gets half of it off.

Your dress eventually falls into a heap on the floor in front of the bed, you’d matched with it a white paired set underneath. 

"No fucking way," You peek one eye open slightly to see Patrick scowling while Art runs his hands everywhere he can reach, across your stomach, your thighs, under your boobs, down your back. 

Patrick tilts his head and groans, "I can't believe you wore this shit for him."

Your hand cups Tashi's jaw to deepen the kiss as you both ignore Patrick, only Art snorting out a laugh as he tugs his shirt over his head. 

Patrick slots himself between your open legs, stopping just a breath short of your aching cunt to nip teasingly at your soft inner thigh before dragging his mouth up to your neck again. He revels in the moans he's able to draw from you as he finally comes to caress your face. 

You pull away from Tashi and gasp in a breath. "Kiss me, Pat," You bite your lip, feeling your heart race as he eyes you up so openly. 

"Beg me," He counters with a quirked brow, challenging you. 

Your nose crinkles, "I'm not doing that."

"I'm not kissing you, then."

"Shut up and kiss her, Patrick," Tashi groans, attached to Art. She holds his face the same way she did with you, pulling him closer and letting the man crawl to her. But she's glaring at Patrick with venom behind it you know she can’t mean when she's trembling under Art's gentle touch as he slips off her silky nightgown.

"Come here," You beckon Patrick closer with a fiendish look in your half-lidded eyes.

"Yes, ma'am." Patrick nods, dazed as he obliges. "Anything you want, beautiful," His voice slightly slurs as the space between you diminishes once again. "I'll do anything for you," His husky voice drapes around your name like velvet as it's whispered against your plush lips.

Your hands easily find themselves tangled in Patrick's curly hair and tug him to your lips with aching want. You dive in immediately, lips meshing against and, eventually, catching against his chapped lips. 

A moan escapes from your throat and he uses it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. From there, it's another flurry of saliva, tongue and entirely too much white-hot pressure building below. 

When you break for a breath, a string of saliva stretches between each of your red, puffy lips. Patrick groans at the sight and pulls you in for a slower, raw kiss that leaves you slick and trembling for more. When you pull apart again, Patrick plants a sweet kiss on Art's mouth before focusing back solely on you, his hand slowly approaching your white thong.

When he starts to rub, you moan into his mouth and start trailing your hand to his crotch, palming his dick. Patrick reciprocates easily and tugs at your lower lip with an impish look in his eyes. 

Lips attack your neck again, pulling you higher up on the bed. You hear pants and clothes being shed from every angle around you before you're surrounded again, hands everywhere.

While Art pulls Patrick into a kiss, Tashi cups your face again and draws you into a gentle one as you settle between her legs, your back to her chest. You rest your head on Tashi's shoulder as you heave out another breath, her hands travelling from your navel to tracing shapes on your clit, over your wet panties, spreading your legs apart with her own. 

"Please, Tash," you whimper as her fingers curl around the edge of the fabric and tug so it strains against your leaking cunt perfectly. She then decides to skim a whisper of her touch against your pulsing ache. 

You gape as Patrick wraps his hand around Art's dick, stoking it, and he lets out the prettiest little whine. Patrick slowly works his way down Art's body, running his tongue between each curve of his muscles, collecting the sweat that's been building on his skin before wrapping his mouth around him, taking all of it in one insatiable bob of his head.

Tashi's nails tickle lightly up your stomach, then in the valley between your breasts and then back down again. It has you spiralling, arching your back as she presses a kiss at your neck.

"You're being so good," she coos into your ear. Your name is only a breath out of her mouth, and she's edging your clit with a gentle roughness that could only come from a woman of her calibre. Tashi pulls your panties aside and flicks and flits about your dripping cunt like she already knows how to make you come undone.

It makes you tremble. You'd sworn up and down earlier about how Tashi didn't know you anymore, and here she is, proving to you that she still does, that she knows every curve and divot of your body, that she still knows what makes you whimper and twitch.

Your hand quickly reaches behind you, between the heat of your back and her body and finds her clit and you try to emulate how she's making you weak. Each quiet gasp you earn from her has you moaning back tenfold under her saccharine trance and she quickly starts pumping two fingers into you.

One particular flick of Tashi's thumb on your clit coupled with her lips gliding against and sucking your own in a wanton kiss sends you over the edge. You moan and cum, back arching as you relentlessly force Tashi's hand against your cunt, searching for more delicious friction. 

She takes you all, and lets you ride it all out on her fingers while swallowing every moan you let out in a lewd, wet kiss. Art and Patrick moan appreciatively at the two of you, then focus back on each other.

Before you're able to come down from your high, Art's shoving his come down Patrick's greedy throat. He swallows it all, pulling off Art's red-tipped cock with a vulgar pop that creates a trail of saliva in its wake. 

Patrick smiles down at you and leans closer, and you think he's about to kiss you but then he swerves and kisses Tashi instead, who removes her hand from your cunt and slowly works it up his thigh until she cups his balls and gives them a gentle squeeze. He moans into her mouth, winking at you amid his impromptu make-out session you were tempted to join.

You shimmy back and turn on your stomach, positioning yourself between Tashi's long tanned legs. "Can I eat you out?" You ask while kissing up her leg, and you want to hear how much she needs you. You bite at your bottom lip as you nuzzle into her juicy cunt. "Tashi?" You look up at her from where your face is pressed against her. Her sweet smell makes you sigh as you tease your tongue with her hip bone. "Please, Tash, let me taste you." 

"Yeah, go for it," Comes her breathless plea.

You finally pull her lips apart, revelling in how she squirms against your hold on her hips. 

You're on your knees, trapped arching between Tashi's long legs when you hear Art clear his throat. You give one long lick up Tashi's twitching cunt before turning around with her slick dribbling down onto your chin to where Art has sidled up behind you.

Art crawls closer to you, "Can I touch you, beautiful?" He tilts your chin up as he awaits your answer. 

When you nod, he easily descends upon your lips, placing a sure hand behind your head as he deepens the kiss into something absolutely filthy. As soon as you break apart, he kisses your shoulder, then down your spine.

Tashi guides you back to her. You allow her nails to tangle in your locks as she forces your head back down against her arching hips.

"Shit," Patrick huffs, rough hands reaching for the globes of your ass while Art's smoother ones trail up your spread, inner thighs. Tashi tugs at his dick a little harder, which has him panting against her lips.

Tashi gasps as you flick at her clit then quickly move to tease her entrance with the tip of your tongue. You flatten your tongue, dragging it across her length and repeat the motion until she whines for you to stop. 

You slurp the combination of drool and slick as you pull away with a pussy-drunk smile. She meets it with a panting, dazed one and removes her hand from your hair to push her own out of her eyes while Patrick sucks at her neck.

"Ah!" You startle forward into Tashi's tits as Art finally breeches your entrance with his index finger. 

"Eat our girl out, Art," Tashi motions for Art to lie down under your spread form to get a better angle. You can't deny that the new nickname drives you a little crazy. "Show her she's ours."

Art's soft hands draw another moan out of you as they assuredly grip your hips to keep you in place while he unleashes teasing licks against your pussy.

Tashi draws you back to her. You'd know that look anywhere—she's ready to cum.

"I want you," Her breath hitches around your name while your tongue steals the rest of her coherent words until she's a withering mess under your touch. 

Her pornstar-worthy moans ring out across the room like a beautiful symphony. Tashi's wanton noises coupled with the wet whines you're unleashing against her folds until the two of you create the lewdest duet this hotel's ever heard. 

She arches against the bedframe as she tells you her near release, tugging at your hair as she draws closer and closer to the edge.

Panting, she draws you against her lips for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. 

"Fuck, Tashi," You groan against her plump lips, feeling your own impending orgasm drawing near. "You're so fucking hot, I-"

She cuts off your rambling with another wet kiss. Her tongue flicks out to tease yours before sucking it into her mouth with a lewd slurp. Your hand works alongside hers to leave her shaking and whimpering against your lips as she comes undone by your hand. You smack her cunt lightly, eating the groan she feeds into your open mouth as she rides it out.

Tashi eats your moans as they echo against your messy tangling of lips and tongues.

Art's fingers start to pick up a pace as Patrick, feeling left out, starts thrusting his throbbing cock in the middle of your sapphic kiss with Tashi. You eye the two with half-lidded eyes as you share Patrick's cock with her. After only a few moments in your mouth, Patrick pulls out and releases across Tashi's and your expectant tongues.

"So fucking good to me," Patrick pants as he splatters the last of his come across your faces with a shaky groan. "Best fucking orgasm ever, swear it," He says as he encases his lips around yours, swapping his cum between your mouths before moving to Tashi to do the same.

Art moves out from under you, offering your knees relief as he lays you back against Tashi's stomach to fuck into you.

It's a slow and cruel pace, only made crueller by how Patrick and Tashi touch you like they already know where you want to be touched. Each brunette takes a side, Patrick sucking your tit into his mouth while Tashi's mouth draws you in for a kiss. Her nails tickle at your other erect nipples until you're arching off of her and into Art's thrusts, making him whimper.

"Just like that," Art whines your name. "You're so fucking tight."

It's when Patrick and Tashi move their attention down to your clit that you know you're fucked. Patrick spreads your folds with two fingers, watching as intensely as Art does as his cock disappears in and out of your hole.

"He could've never made you feel like this, right?" Tashi rasps. "He has no strategy, no real game. Just a fucking waste of space. Could never make you feel this good, this loved."

You don't need her to say his name, you know what she means. You're panting, shaking your head against her shoulder. "Never."

"Told ya," Patrick laughs into your skin. "Make her cum, Art. C'mon, man." 

"Fuck- please," You whimper, nodding. "I need to come, baby-" Without warning, you arch off of Tashi. Neither she nor Patrick stops their jerks against your clit as you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head with the thrum of a second wave creeping up on you with a steady building heat. Waves of pleasure roll over you as the tantalizing sensations become too much. You come loudly, arching pathetically off the bed as you desperately reach for Art, to hold him.

You're wriggling in Tashi and Patrick's arms as Art pulls out and releases across your expanding and retracting stomach as you pant out the remnants of your orgasm. 

"Shit," He moans, and his voice sends waves of aftershock across your body while his steady hands draw you against his naked chest for a toe-curling kiss.

You'd never been happier to have invited Patrick Zweig to your engagement party.

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stanford!artdonaldson x sportsjournalist!reader

summary: assigned to write a profile of stanford's rising tennis star, you get to know art better. much better.

warnings: smut, dry humping, b0ner alert, implied consent

a/n: this does have a *hint* of art x patrick x reader undertones at the end! any (constructive) feedback is appreciated :)

you get the message as you exit the lecture hall and head to the cafeteria for lunch. “other writers are busy. can you take the art donaldson profile?” reads the text from your editor. having written for the stanford daily as a sports reporter for the past year, you’re no stranger to turning a dull interview with a rather dim-witted football player into an oh-so-riveting piece. however, this is out of your comfort zone.

tennis is…boring. sure, you’d happily tagged along to a couple of tashi duncan’s matches, unwilling to pass up the opportunity to see an olympic-bound athlete in her prime, but it isn’t your ideal way to spend a saturday afternoon. 

and yet, that is exactly what you are doing. the donaldson interview is lined up for directly after his match with a ucla player. “he’s got a tight schedule, so we need to accommodate him,” said your editor when you questioned why you had to sit through a match and then manage to cram in an interview in the men’s fucking lockerroom. 

art donaldson is a year above you, living in the same dorm. you recognize most athletes at this point—in part because they’re constantly (obnoxiously) sporting team merch, and because of your job—but art is known by most for his friendship with tashi duncan. neither are particularly social, keeping their circle tight amongst fellow tennis players, both at stanford and professionals. 

it’s difficult not to stick out in the bleachers. while other players, including a brown-haired boy cheering quite loudly, observe the game, it’s by no means packed. as donaldson pauses for water after the first set, he catches your gaze, giving an awkward wave in acknowledgement as he wipes the sweat from his face. you silently pray that he knows you’re the reporter he’s supposed to speak to, and doesn’t just think you’re some crazed tashi duncan fangirl. 

his playing is statuesque, long limbs sweeping across the court (but not entirely stripped of the boyish energy that defined his success as a high school student). after beating his opponent 2-0, donaldson steps off the court, dramatically embraced by the brown-haired spectator, who you have since realized is his former doubles partner, patrick zweig, and you take this as a signal to get this interview started before he becomes swept up in celebrations. 

climbing down the bleachers, you see art duck down into the hallway, making his way into the locker rooms. in all your time as a sports reporter, you hadn’t had such an…unconventional… interview location, and you feel a bit sick as the sound of the shower draws closer. 

“art donaldson?” you say, standing just outside the open door of the locker room. 

“yeah” he calls back, as though he was expecting you, but not entirely welcoming the intrusion. the shower turns off, and the soft sound of his steps on the tiles echo. “well, come in,” he calls again. 

you step into the steam-filled space with your eyes directed down. “i understand you have physical therapy shortly, so i’ll try to keep this quick—,” you say, taken aback as you finally draw your eyes upward. he’s managed to pull on a pair of checkered boxers, fabric sticking to his still-damp body. 

you can’t imagine you look particularly composed, hair sticking to your face from the steam with a burning blush spread across your cheeks. you watch as art bites his cheek and awkwardly motions for you to sit on the bench across from him as he methodically changes the overgrip on his racket. 

“so,” you say, clearing your throat, “how did you first become interested in tennis?” he glances up from his task. “my parents needed someone to watch me, and my grandma was busy, so they stuck me in a local tennis camp. i doubt they realized that they were signing up for over a decade of tennis running my—and their—lives.”

you hum in agreement. “and what specific areas of your game are you hoping to improve on this season?” you follow up. his gaze becomes more intent—more focused. setting the racket to his side, art stands, before quickly realizing he’s still only boxer-clad. you stare at the opposite wall, hoping to save him the embarrassment, and you see him fumble to slip on shorts out of the corner of your eye. he clears his throat. “ – um – yeah, i’m trying to get faster on my feet. sorry, i—” he says, before you cut him off in protest. “no, no, i should have given you a moment to clean up after your match, it’s my fault,” you say, rising off of the bench awkwardly, avoiding his gaze. 

but with the lingering steam, and your downward gaze, your fumble to exit the locker room instead lands you into direct contact with his chest. “shit! sorry,” you exclaim, drawing your chin up. a wash of heat cascades from your head, nipples taut, despite the warmth of the room, as your body reacts to the sudden proximity. art is equally flushed, pink lips slightly parted and chest rocking as he concentrates on breathing deeply, trying to lower his racing heart. you can smell him, fresh with a hint of that post-game sweat, a droplet of water falling from a blonde curl. 

he brings a calloused hand to your hair, brushing it behind your shoulder, as if to ask permission. the slight nod and glaze of your tongue over your lips is enough for him to understand, his breath heavy against your face as your noses are close enough to touch. that final centimeter is finally closed, and it’s as though air rushes back into you while inhibition is tossed out. without thinking, your hair tangles into his mess of damp hair, and you feel his soft moan against your lips. you gasp as his hand grabs your ass, drawing you into contact with his erection (for how much of that interview was he hard?). 

“you—ah—you have physical th-therapy,” you say, breathless as he works his mouth down your jaw and neck. “just…five more minutes,” he says in between kisses, like a teenager wishing to sleep in, causing you to chuckle. bringing your left knee up, your hips are suddenly flush against his, and the new contact sends you both reeling, his cock twitching in his shorts. you tentatively rock, again, against his groin, and you both seem to realize that that hit the spot. pushing your back against a locker, art draws his groin against yours again, and again, his soft pants becoming near whimpers as your lips meet for a desperate, sloppy kiss. 

you’re lost in the rhythm the two of you have found, ignoring the rattle of the lockers with each thrust. fuck you’re embarrassingly close (that’s what a two month dry spell will do for you) but before you have to worry about coming too early, you hear his strangled voice in your ear. “ – f-fuck, s-sorry i’m close, was so pent up.” before you’re able to reply, your body has taken this as permission to let the orgasm wash over you at last. still reeling from your own orgasm, you feel the warm spread of art’s cum seep through the thin fabric of his shorts, as he continues to rut against you. 

bringing your arms up to hurriedly fix your now-tangled hair, you draw away from art. a fresh blush comes to your cheeks at the realization of how silly you feel, grinding like a pubescent teen. art seems tired, yes, but not embarrassed, slipping off his pants and boxers and replacing them with clean ones. before he’s got his wits back, you’re out the door, praying no one managed to overhear the encounter. to your dismay, patrick zweig, smug as ever, sits outside the locker room.

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𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐢́𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐲𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 ;) )

The view beneath him was akin to that of a piece of art you’d acquire solely for yourself – her contorted features displaying the pleasure she felt from the way his cock thrusts in and out of her pussy walls, her voluptuous breasts bouncing with each thrust he made coupled with the painfully delicious sensation of her nails creating marks across his back in their wake.

" Sergio " She whines, " Fuck, just right there .. Oh fuck your cock so good, AH! " she cries arching her back off of the bed.

" My cock drunk baby " He cooed, cradling her face in his hands. " You like it? " he whispers, thrusting deep into her pussy, " You like it when I’m balls deep inside of you "

" Yeah " She sighs softly, " I love it, Fuck … I love it so much " she whines, " Fuck … Fuck … Fuck "

" You’re going to cum aren’t you? you’re going to cum and make a mess all over my cock " He whispers in her ear. " Come on baby, cum all over my cock, make a mess baby "

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes as she cries out, digging her nails deep in his back to create more marks in her wake, he hissed. " Jesus baby " he moans, " I’m close too, you’re going to let me cum inside of you "

" Yes! " She moans, " Please cum inside of me "

His cock twitches inside of her pussy as he spilled every bit inside of her walls, " Fuck! " he grunts. " Fuck, you feel me deep inside of you baby "

" Yes, Oh Fuck " She whines, gripping his back tightly.

The following morning,

" Hermano, what happened to you? "

Nacho asks as they were preparing to head out for training, Sergio had forgotten about the fact that his girlfriend had gotten carried away, too carried away that she left prominent marks over his back.

" What do you think happened? " Luka snickers, " His girl decided to stake her claim "

Sergio tried to ignore the question however Luka’s comment had caused him to blush, he decided to shrug it off and smirk, " I still have the charm "

Vinicius grins, " You definitely do, so much that she got you like a cat "

The players chuckle as Toni decided to chime in and chuckles, " Tell her to be softer, otherwise people will notice "

Sergio defended himself by saying, " I’m proud of them and I am also proud of my girl "

The players chuckle again before leaving the lockerroom, Sergio had stuck around to send his girlfriend a text message.

You minx, you really left your mark on me huh 😏

She was quick to respond, by saying.

Now everyone knows that you’re mine 😘

[himbos-hotline]

¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮’𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼? 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽?¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸

Thank you to @twilight-ravenwatch for the awesome form

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[tagging people so they ask me questions about him]

Name:

Jayden Gray Orton

Nickname:

Jay [most common name], Jay-Jay, Jaybird, Jayhausen, Jaybud, Scamp, Gremlin, Jayden, Darlin', Angel, Buttercup, Sweetheart,

Born:

Novemeber 29th, 1993

Pronouns:

He/She/They/Ze [no real prefrence]

From:

Chicago Illinois

Hair Color:

Ginger

Eye Color:

Green/Blue

Height:

5 foot tall

Weight:

132 lbs

Small Bio:

Adopted by Willow and James Orton when he was two, she grows up a pretty normal girl in the normal household of girls do girl things and boys do boys things. She does ballroom dancing as a child and grows up with a passion for musical theatre and acting as well as medicine. He grows up wanting to be an actor until an unfortunate accident renders her hard of hearing/deaf [she uses the terms interchangably] which means that he now has hearing aids. He forgoes the desire to act to become a doctor instead, facianted by how people can just mend and heal like nothing bad happened.

At age thirteen her parents send her off to Blackpool, to an old friend William Regal who is going to teach Jay the art of wrestling as a way for her to get his extra energy out [plottwist its medicated/undiagnosed hyperactive ADHD] but Regal takes thsi little 13 year old from Chicago under his wings and trains him all the art of wrestling, Jay realises that she has a passon for death matches and hardcore wrestling, and shes damn fucking good at it.

Up on the main roster, Jay struggles because theyre not allowed to do anything apart from a few high flying moveis and years go by where Jay just isnt happy in her position, made worse by coles call up. So this is when Jericho starts slowly manpulating and selling Jay on the idea of joining the JAS and AEW and so she shows up with the rest of the JAS. They start treating Jay at first like a princess a gloruos little angel who can do their dirtywork until she starts to loose matches and the JAS start getting annoyed and agrivated and start bullying them - cue wrestlers weekly standing up for this little new kid who keeps being picked on. Jay ends up doing a diving headbutt during a amtch with Kris Stratlander and cracks their head on both a steel chair and a ring anvas- he's concussed instatnyl nad really doesnt remember how she got backstage [the best friends and kris helped him there and wheeler looked after them and took her back to the JAS lockerroom]

Jay has their therapy rabbit Hemlock [yes, like the poision] there and shes chatting away to the rabit when he starts to completely like zone our and dissocate. This is where he meets kenny someone who treats them and calms him down and whene Jay first registers that theres someone else in the room she panics instantly cuz the JAS trained her to not show emotions especially those who are like sad or guilty emotions. Jay states that she doesnt know who kenny is, because theybve only really kinda seen him around and not spoken to him and Kenny sticks his hand out and goes "Kenny omega, now you know me!" and when jay introsduces themselve as "Jayden Orton" Kenny smiles and "nice to meet ya jay"

and everything kinda just snaps int place. Jay! Nobody had ever called them Jay before, like the bird and everything nice and kind. And thats a boys name, Jay wouldnt mind being a boy. Jay

she likes it.

so yeah Kenny provides an entire gender crisis. Jay snaps out of dissocation and switches for a panic attack which kenny helps and explains that "oh my partner has these sometimes, he really doesnt like to be alone sometimes.are you going to be okay?- Oh! you two should meet youd really like him! he's really kind, and cute."

Kenny in intensily queer around Jay and considering that shes never really been exposed to outwardly queer people and openly gender-queer people her mind goes all scrambled in a good way.

Some other things happen,. jay leaves the JAS, spends a lot of time lurking in dark corrdiors meeting more firneds. She keeps finding kenny and acddientally meets hanger when kenny is like inches away from getting him on his knees. The two of them make instant friends. The go dancing and to bars and Jay assumes that because she likes the name Jay, he cant be a girl- so he has to be a boy.

Adam cole worms his way back into Jays life as a foe and then someone that their boyrioends are fucking and then cole realises that shes trans femme and Jay realises that hes not a trans man but infact genderqueer. Jay and coles trans journeys are linked and ill go more uinto that if anyone else really wants to hear about it.

In the end Jay starts dating wheeler, kenny and both adams. wheeler is only dating jay. Kenny and the adams are all dating one another. The polycule is all disgustingly in love and adore each other.

Regal scoops up his now grandchild [as well as granddaughter/grandson- regardless os how jay feels regal will always be their grandpa] as the newest member of the BCC where she can finally have a family thats forged in blood and ocmbat as well as kindness and love. Mox gives them his ADHD meds sometimes.

Favorite Wrestlers Growing Up:

Sabu, Mick Foley, Bob Orton Senior, Shawn Micheals

First Wrestling Crush:

Debuts/Years In Wrestling:

15th December 2006: He has his first match in a house show in a backyard wrestling comapny [13 years old]

28 November 2008: Offical Debut in All Star Wrestling [A day before her 15th birthday]

9th December 2010: Her offical CZW debut [17 years old]

2012- 2013: Travels back to Chicago to go to medical school [A year of medical school at Pritzker School of Medicine] and doesn't return to wretling after a mental breakdown

7 December 2014: Returns to wrestling in 4 Front Wrestling [21 years old]

18 June 2018: Debute in NXT UK [25 years old]

28 August 2018: Offical debute with NXT [25 years old] Reconnects with Adam Cole [25 years old]

20 March 2019: The start of her and Coles mixed tag team, they gel very quickly since being friends before- they start fucking around literally, theres feelings involved [26 years old]

1 July 2019: The end of her and Cole's mix tax team partnership (off-screen) [26 years old]

29 November 2019: Called up to the main roster and debuts on raw [27 years old- just turned]

10 Feburary 2022: Offically walks out of WWE and quits over a multitude of issues- Just quits in the middle of the ring MJF style [28 years old]

9 March 2022: Offical debuts as part of the JAS, it quickly turns sour as shes the only girl there and they target her for "not being strong enough" [28 years old]

20 July 2022 : Offically gets kicked out of the JAS by being attacked, saved by the BCC becoming an un-offical member [28 years old]

2 August 2022: Becomes a BCC member offically [28 years old]

29 March 2023: Slowly starting to pull away from the BCC after they start attacking her boyfriends, still offically a member of the Blackpool Combat Club [29 years old]

Wrestling Style:

Hardcore/Deathmatch/high-flyer

Who is Like Family to Her?:

Jon Moxley, Matt and Nick Jackson [brothers] Excalibur [father figure] Dax Harwood/Cash Wheeler [uncles] Renee Paquette/RJ City [Aunts] Tony Schiavone [grandpa] William Regal [legal guardian/Grandpa] Taz [uncle] Hook [cousin] Kota Ibushi [Self assigned step father- called her son in Japaneese]

Who has she known the longest?

Adam Cole

Who would she like to meet in the business?

So many death match wrestlers

Hobbies:

archery, music [plays the eletric guitar], axe/knife throwing, smoking, gymnastics, singing, scrapbooking, collecting pull tabs

If she couldn’t wrestle anymore, she would:

Hed get into a dangerous job something that would more then likely get him hurt, or work with kids.

Languages known:

Fluent in French, Knows very little Japaneese

Secrets of Hers:

He secretly feels guilty that he got called to the main roster in WWE and Cole didn't reall. Shes always seen her as the better wrestler.

Phobias:

Dentiophobia: Phobia of the dentists Eremophobia: Fear of abadoment Atelophobia: Phobia of letting people down

Number of Tattoos:

A lot over 20 a few important ones: - A crown on the back of her left knee for Cole - A bird and stingway to represent the bucks on their right shoulder blade/back - A cactus on his neck for Hangman - 'Tomorrow belongs to me' on her right ribs - An off/switch behind her right ear - a snake on her wrist for Regal - An omega sign/golden star on his right fingers [middle and index] for kenny and kota - a 'mom' tattoo for claudio [got as a joke] on her left shoulder - barbed wire around his left ankle for mox [it was her first tattoo when she was 16] - a little heart on her wrist just over her pulsepoint for wheeler - a collection of doodles across his right knee and across around that area just because

Number of Piercings:

Erl piercing, Ears peircing, nipples peircing, double lip rings

Any History of Broken Bones:

a broken nose during an bump gone wrong, a broken arm in third grade, a dislocated ankle when he was 18         

Any Injuries from Wrestling:

A broken nose, concussion, knocked crooked teeth, facial injurys leaving behind scars [All of these in a bump that went wrong that traumatised Cole- Jay doesn't remember it] splitting her head open during AEW, broken arm, glass embedded in arms, dislocated ankle

Wrestlers She Has Dated/Been in a Relationship with at Some point in her career:

Rhea Ripley [During her time in NXT UK to just before dating adam cole]

Adam Cole [during their mix-tag team]

Wheeler Yuta [during her time out the JAS-present]

Wheeler Yuta, Kenny Omega, Hangman Page, Adam Cole [Current ship]

[sunsburns]

been thinking about dating college!art and you get into a really big fight until he decides to show up at your dorm *cough* make up sex *cough*

i had wayy too much fun with this… SMUT 17+

“i’m still mad at you, you know.” there’s no real bite to your bark, not when your voice is breathless, your cheeks are flushed, and your hands keep running through his hair.

“yeah, i know,” art drawls, his voice softening. he says it because a part of him knows it’s true, but he can’t help the faint smile that grows on his face. he knows you won’t stay mad for long, but he still feels the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. he’d do anything to make it up to you. with every press of his lips, he mutters a quiet “i’m sorry,” against your skin, then grazes his teeth along your ankle before making his way up your leg.

he’d thought of a million different things to say to you, how he would stand his ground or cave to your defences. but all of it was thrown out the window the moment you opened that door. you were wearing his shirt—or maybe it was patrick’s, maybe even tashi’s—and a pair of panties. the sight of your messy desk, covered in textbooks, notebooks, and your open laptop, reminded him you were doing homework, or trying to. but the ache in his chest at the thought of you hating him was overwhelming.

it was killing him knowing you were upset, and he was the cause of it. that’s why art had taken a trip to the nearest farmer’s market the moment he was off the court, and he bought you flowers and your favourite snack and knocked on your door.

now the flowers are forgotten by your desk, the snacks on the floor, and you’re still trying to keep up the act that you’re mad at art. but the truth is, you can’t even remember what you were mad at him about in the first place. 

the way he looks at you, with such earnest remorse and tenderness, makes it hard to hold onto your anger. you sigh, running your fingers through his hair again, feeling the tension between you start to melt away.

“i hate how you do this to me,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. art’s eyes meet yours, and he pauses, his lips hovering just above your knee.

“i know,” he says again, his voice filled with a mix of regret and hope. his hands roam up the sides of your thighs, fingers brushing your ass before they turn into the curve between your legs. “but i’m here now,” he presses a kiss against your hot skin again, making his way up, up, and up. “and i want to make it right.”

as he continues his gentle kisses, moving slowly and tenderly, you feel your defences crumbling. the anger that once felt so strong is now just a distant memory. art’s presence, his touch, his voice, his words, all of him- it’s all you can think about.

he looks up at you, sitting on the bed while he kneels before you. you’re watching him, waiting for his next move when he is still between your legs. 

when you run your nails against his scalp, art doesn't bother hiding the quiet whimper that slips past his lips before he closes his eyes and leans his head towards your arm. 

he lets you hold him while his hands trail up your sides, reaching and groping anything he can before his fingers tug at your panties, and he carefully slips them off you.

when he kisses your clit, you rest your leg over his shoulder, heel pressing against the muscles of his back. his arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer while he starts to eat you out. 

art starts slow, calculated strokes of his tongue against you, running it in tight circles against your clit, dipping it lower when he gets a little more confident. when you arch your back and whine, pushing his head closer so you can ride his face, he starts to pick up the pace, hoping to hear that sound come out of you again.

when his tongue pokes at your cunt, it draws a loud moan out of you, blood rushing to your ears. “fuck, art,” you whimper, grinding against his face. “feels so good.”

art seems to like it more than you, eyes closed in bliss, humming and moaning against your cunt, each vibration from his mouth making you spiral. his hips buck up into nothing, but he doesn't seem to mind as his hands hold onto you tighter, as if he is afraid to lose you. 

“you’re so pretty like this,” you barely manage to get out, your heart thumping against your chest.

art moans again at your praise and finally opens his eyes to meet your burning gaze. his low, nearly pathetic whine with his eyes on you was what it took to push you over the edge.

art lets you ride it out, he lets you grind against his face, he lets you use him again and again and again until you’ve had your fill and there is nothing left of him.

and when you cup his cheeks and bring his face to yours and kiss him like you have a one-track mind, he has an inkling feeling that you're not mad at him anymore. you press your forehead against his, hand cupping the back of his neck, and he lets out a sigh and you breathe it in. 

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, one more time, to make sure you know he means it.

you smile, offering him half a shrug and another kiss. “just let me return the favour.”

[pinene]

like idk i think it's just that i literally did not grow up around sports (i mean i'll watch football and stuff but. they have pants on for that..) and did not go to schools that had organized sports. never been in a lockerroom. so my literal introduction to jockstraps was like. weho gays and twitter gays and liberal arts college photography major gays.. i just do not find them erotic at all.. also every single time i've gotten with a man in a jockstrap it's been like some of thee worst sex in my life so i just. idc about them. wear some plaid boxers with buttons or a big belt buckle or some big ass boots if u want my attention

[saliva-hero]

continuing the wrestling au 

[mitamicah]

Spoilers from both Trollhunters the book and Trollhunters the series!

While reading the book I was really impressed with how many differences there were between the character so I have worked on giving my take on six characters from both media, book vs series, and how they differ from each other :3 

I should mention that while there was illustrations in the book I tried for the challenge not to copy those but follow along the describtions in the book - when possible - to give my own interpretation of the characters ^v^ 

Steve

First up we have Steve. Starting out as the stereotypical bully in both version their paths seperates quickly resulting in two different ending for the musuclar blond Jorgensen-Warner is the book version of Steve. Here's how he is described from our first encounter with him: "He was handsome but in the oddest way- He eyes were too small and his nose piggish: he had a ridiculous amount of hair and a couple of teeth that looked like fangs. Yet somehow in combination these features were sort of mesmerising. His unnatural muscular bulk and odd way of speaking -crisply, politely, as if he were a foreign student who had learned English in class - completed the strange package." page 21-22 For his outfit I went with the description of him on page 224 "[my clothes] ... didn't cast me in the best light when compared to Steve Jorgensen-Warner, who looked rather rakish in blue jeans and a shirt - definitely not a blouse - opened to the third button. He dribbled the ball casually with his left hand." The bold passages is added by me   This Steve is later revealed to be a changeling aka a troll   Before we go on: can any of you explain to me what a "ridiculous amount of hair" even means :'D? I had a lot of trouble with this prompt because isn't this so darn subjective :'D? and the official art look way less ridiculous than I'd figure it'll be :'D x'D Palchuk is the series version of Steve. His facial appearance being way less specific (I'd say he has normal sized eyes, a big roman nose and some more or less normal teeth) and his way of speaking is definitely not polite. Like book Steve, this Steve starts out with pushing smaller guys into lockerrooms yet after that he becomes way less of a terrifying bully and much more of a silly goose who brings a lot of the comic relief in my opinion Douxie says it best in Wizards when he calls Steve the "village idiot" x'D I do not recall seeing Steve being that sporty in the show, he is much more interested in becoming homecoming king  no basketballs around x'D While book Steve is revealed to be the enemy (a troll) series Steve joins the "good guys" creating the creepslayerz with the character Eli Pepperjack

Blinky

Blinky is just called Blinky in the book  Here's a bit of description of him "The third [troll] had scarlet eyes, eight of them on long stems. (...) The thing from my house glided toward me with a surprising grace for something with an indetermined number of legs, all of which were hidden behind a patched kilt scaled with layers of medals, prizes and trophies and award ribbons. An incalculable tangle of tentacles twined around one another as if dying to squeese something to death. As it passed the oven, the firelight revealed olive-green skin, reptilian texture, and lacquer of slime lubricating its undulating appendages Its moth a horizontal gash.. " The bold passages is added by me   So yeah this Blinky is quite something :'D I stopped caring to draw tentacles after a while but overall this was silly but fun to draw  since his teeth later is described as big as traffic cones I believe he must be very tall :'D Also he's close to blind   Has a bit of a dirty mouth but in a very "read" way if it makes sense :'D cannot seem to stop calling Jim dimwitted and tiny and Tobias big :'D Blinky's full name in the series is Blinkus Galadrigal  he has six eyes instead of eight and they are all working just fine, thank you very much x'D His tons of tentacles and legs has been replaced by four arms and two legs and while he is still olive-green he is now made of tone like texture just like the other trolls  the kilt turned into shorts and he is quite a bit smaller now not even as tall as Jim  He still has this very academic way of speaking yet he is way nicer to Jim calling him "Master Jim" instead of "the short one" x'D

ARRRGH!!!

Book ARRGHHH!!!s full name is Johannah Mmmm ARRRGH!!! and she is a pretty big deal warrior among the trolls in the book - she's so badass in fact Blinky has decided to call her by her last name to honor her for her deeds for trollkind   Here's a qoute from the book describing her appearance   "The goliath emerged from the tunnel as comfortably as a dog from a doghouse, coarse black fur pouring into the chamber before I could make out any actual arms or legs (...) Even beneath the fur I could see loops of muscles flexing. (...) ARRRGH!!! was built like a gorilla but three times larger: Two arms, two legs, and, thankfully, just two eyes. Horns, curled like those of a ram (...) The thing's orange eyes cast about with animal perceptiveness, and it used its snout and sniffed. Its jaws fell open to reveal a purple, slavering mouth armed with haphazard daggers of teeth." Page 75-76 The bold passages is added by me   (Also worth mentioning: the qoute is from before the protagonist knows of ARRRGH!!!'s gender which is why he calls her an 'it') At other times in the story we learn that ARRRGH! has quite scarred arms and really wishes for better tooth hygeine; so much so that Tobias actually end up making her a brace out of chicken wire :'D Idk I find it quite adorable :'D Now unto the serie's ARRRGH!!! - first up he is male, his name is Arghaumont and he is famous for another reason than Johannah: he was a general of Gunmar but retreated from the war making him a traitor to his people yet a hero for the good trolls in the series. Series ARRRGH!!! is likewise built like a gorilla but made of stone and having a mane long and green like it is moss  his horns is way smaller and less curvy and his teeth hygeine is never brought up  also his face is way less dog like x'D 

Tobias 

Book Tobias' full name is Tobias M. Dershowitz yet he is going by 'Tubby' or 'Tub'. Here is a describtion of him from the book: "You could call Tobias Dershowitz chubby, if you were being cute, or husky if you were being diplomatic. The fact is he was fat, and that was only the beginning of his problems. His hair was a thick, orange, out-of-control hedge. His face spilled over with the kind of freckles that make kids like Tub look like overgrown toddlers. Worst of all were his braces, marvels of modern torment: whips of stainless steel crisscrossing each tooth seperately and lashed to a dozen silver fasteners. The braces clicked so much when he spoke, you expected sparks. At least he was tall..." page 27 The bold passages is added by me   The outfit I went with is described on page 259 like this: "He stood in the driveway decked out in his best approximation of a ninja: black tennis shoes, black sweatpants, a black hoodie, a belt made from a red curtain sash, and an oversize fanny pack holding his gear (...) It was unfortunate that the fanny pack was lime green..." To describe Tub is a bit difficult because sadly he is not much in the story as I'd liked - mostly he is being quite serious and let us know he is not happy by being sidelined not speaking troll nor being invited on hunts which I completely understand tbh :'D What I do find interesting is how Tub and series Jim has seem to have switched roles a little bit: In the series Jim is the one giving a speech about how he is insecure about his place in life and how he wants more - in the book this is Tub in more than one occassion: "We have to accept who we are. And before you ask, I'll tell you. We're nobody. We have no life. We have nothing to look forward to. We're not special. I just want it to go away. All of it. The stupid being scared. Doesn't it seem we've been scared forever?" page 37 "Jim, you're wrong. We were meant to do this. This is exactly what we've been waiting for. They've chosen us. Of all people! Us! (...) Jesus, Jim, take a look at my life! You know what I'm worth! To anyone? Zero! Nothing! I'm a fat loser and will always be a fat loser. Until this. This is like a present. Full of, man, I don't know. Hope?..." page 196 (talking about trollhunting here btw) Oh yeah and book Tobias gets this badass scene where he uses his dentist's tool to kill trolls I loved that   Now series Tobias is way different :'D first up his name is Tobias Domzalski and his nicknames are Toby and Tobes. He is way shorter and has more neat hair (what is it with the series neating up the hair :'D? x'D). He also seems way cheerier and pretty happy with his place in life more or less  Unlike Tub, Toby is in it from the start being an important player in the story   He doesn't have the same drive to be something more than he is as Tub has instead Toby is going with the flow starting out quite afraid of everything troll and ended up being as brave as the rest of the team *tbh Jim's scared out of his wits too so they mimic each other x'D* Where Tub has dentist tools Toby gets a badass hammer so I'll say its an upgrade  

Claire

First off we have Claire Fontaine, a foreign student from no other than Scotland with a taste for military clothing and liqourice   Here's how she's described in the book   "She tucked her long dark hair behind her ear and left ir with an adorable smudge of white dust. I thought she was beautiful, though she wasn't in the classic sense. The popular girl would say she wasn't skinny enough. They would also point to the fact that she didn't wear makeup or do anything to tame that hair. And her clothes -well, what could be said about her clothes? Her boots were not sexy and knee-high: in fact, they were ankle-high and rubber-soled and looked picked from military surplus racks, an array of pea-green coats and multi-coloured slacks, all of which looked as if they'd been through actual World War II combat. And that beret she wore before and after school wasn't of the look-at-me-I'm Frensh variety: it was more in the style of I'm-going-to-invade-your-country-and-be-your-new-dictator. Only one thing didn't make sense: that bright pink, exceedingly girlish backpack that inexplicably hadn't one anti-establidh patch sewn onto it (...) Oh, I forgot to mention that Claire Fontain came from the UK. That's right- the girl had an accent. I think you are starting to get the picture." page 30-1 The bold passages is added by me It is hinted at that Claire is quite tall and a great deal taller than Jim (more when I get to him) and she is actually a whole year older than Jim since they both have birthday May 2 but Claire is 16 while Jim is 15  Since Trollhunters in this story is not a "protected title" (aka the chosen hero type) Claire ends up being one herself even though nobody even herself didn't know: AND. SHE. KICKS. BUTT! She's even better than the guy that had 40+ years experience so yeah safe to say she's badass :'D Even before that she has a hilarious scene calling out Steve in the wildest shitstorm of Scottish slang I lived for it x'D She's described quite a few times with lots of bracelets, sometimes made of wire so I gave her a bit of both   She's not really a part of the popular group but has her own thing going on   Now onto Claire Nuñez the series' version of this badass   Here Claire is hispanic and pretty much one of the most popular girls seen around  her style is way more ... I've called it punk rock in purple but Idk exactly what to call it x'D she's shorter than Jim and slimmer looking than her book counterpart   She enters the story not as a trollhunter but as a victim of having her brother stolen by changelings and as time progresses she becomes a fastlearning and quite competent sorcerer dealing in shadow magic   Unlike Fontaine, Nuñes is seen wearing make up, shorter hair with dye in it and hair clips instead of bracelets  

Jim 

First up we have book Jim. His full name is James Sturges Jr. and lives with his single parent, his dad, after his mother went away the day before his birthday in start May and never returned. Sturges Sr. had been traumatized loosing his brother to trolls although none of the characters didn't know this yet - only Senior had seen the creatures making him paranoid and in turn making Jim very embarrased about his father. At the same time Jim seems to honestly worry for his father and his behavior too makes Jim very cautious and fearful a character. Book Jim is pretty much a typical teenager for the most part  He is seen to be a tad clumsy and not exactly brave really. And the author's choice of basically not describing him anywhere made my job way harder trying to be book accurate :'D So I've mostly inspired him of the official illustrations in the book   Here's what I could find about our little trollhunter   First off: he's a short fellow  that is first mentioned on page 14; "Sunshine is important for growing boys." (...) "I am not growing" I took after my dad when it came to size and was still waiting for that growth spurt everyone kept raving about. "In fact I think I'm shrinking." This is brought up most of everything Jim through the movie from him not being able to reach a point of a chalkboard (page 32) to people's dissapointing sighs taking meassurements when he is chosen as Romeo (107) and him wearing super high heels for the same reason (224) but also Blinky directly calling him a "little fellow" (page 127) On page 27 we learn that he is getting a bruise on his chin after being slammed into his locker by Steve  Lockers he has been thrown into enough to have learned to open them on the inside :'D He is a skinny fella which Tobias so politely call "lack of muscletone" due to "glandular" at page 120 He is not very good at anything describing his room full of stuff from hobbies he tried and failed at (page 63) The longest describtion about his appearance is probably page 105: "I lowered my eyes and regarded the chewed, dirty fingernails holding my script, thes scuffed shoes on my feet, and realized that these were the symbols of my pityful life: worn-out, insignificant, ready to be thrown beneath Dad's industrial mower" It pretty much says it all when this is the longest quite I could find :'D For the outfit I mostly went by the small describtion on page 89-90: "I tucked the medallion beneath my shirt. After a full day of wearing it, maybe the rest of the suffocating fear would go away too. My plan was to dart into the kitchen, grab my sweatshirt and be out of the house. " I added jeans since he is said to wear jeans on page 283 - the medallion sneak out beneath the sweatshirt/shirt on page 97 which is why I added it on top here as well   Now since there's a bit more to both versions of Jim due to their role as the protagonist I've added in a little extra features here being the medallion in the book vs the amulet in the series and the weaponry given to the characters   For Sturges we have the medallion who's described like this: "It was a bronze medallion conntected to a rusty chain. It was engraved with a foreboding crest: a hideous, snarling face; indecipherable markings of a sevage language, and a magnificent long-sword across the bottom." page 9 The medallion is treated like it is a common artefact if a bit rare in the book - its purpose is to translate trollspeak for the wearer. Jim is giving two swords in the book; a rusty longsword he calls Clairesword (do I need to explain this one?) and a cutlass he calls Cat #6 after the one cat at Tobias' house that liked Jim  x'D For Sturges' personality my feeling about him is that he is a bit more ... passive than his series counterpart. He is not really standing up for himself that much and would rather blend into the background. This qoute from Claire sums him up pretty nicely I believe   "You're a good person, Mr. Sturges. A bit gloomy, but good" page 246 I do like that Jim in this version is a Taurus  (I am a taurus too x'D) born on May 2nd so that's a plus   It is probably also worth mentioning that in this world trollhunters aren't a chosen hero type like in the series: trollhunters or paladin was once a title held by many warriors yet now there's very few left. Sturges was a proud paladin family making Jim a chosen candidate for the honor of becoming a trollhunter but he is not the only one - or even the best - in the book. In fact out of the three trollhunters we learn about I'll say Jim is the weakest (and he is not even the least trained; ouch :'D) Jim doesn't get a nice armour like his series counterpart either but is seen in the illustrations wearing a blue hoodie (like the one in the little doodle)   The full name of Jim in the series is James Lake Jr. He is the child of a single parent and lives with his mother whom Jim "mothers a lot" (Tobias' words in the first episode) This Jim is pretty "tall for his age" (Jim's own words uttered quite a few times across all three series) yet with quite skinny legs (he is called out for this by multiple characters). He is much more competent in life than his book counterpart being an exceptional cook, good at Spanish, seemingly alright in PE and at school he seems to stand pretty good if only holding himself back. Unlike book Jim, series Jim seems much more active and longing to be something more than he is - he is seen to be quite brave and protective of his friends, very kind and selfless. Also even from the start he seems much more nimble than his book counterpart being able to climb the robe (a feat book Jim didn't do before later) and with his training as trollhunter he becomes even more badass   Trollhunter status in the series is way more important since the title is given to only one chosen warrior of Merlin chosen by the amulet of daylight (the medallion in the book). This also makes the amulet way more special and important in the series which probably explains its shine up from rusty bronze thing to silver and blue. While Lake Jr doesn't have named sword he does have a magical armour and sword made of daylight   We do not know the exact birthday of Lake Jr but the creators have replied to a fanquestion saying it would be around fall especially October so by that estimate Jim is probably a scorpio  pretty far from the before mentioned taurus in the book   While Jim Lake Jr isn't seen with long lasting bruises in the original series he does get two more permanent scars in Wizards  

[himbos-hotline]

Hi, I'm new here Who's Jay?

Hello new friend! thank you for leaping into my ask blog!

Okay so, Jayden Aphrodite Orton or as theyre known now Jay [SUPER OCCASIONALLY Jayden] Gray Orton. Was born on the 29th of November 1993, making her 29 now. However I kinda stick with him beign twenty eight. He is one of many wrestling OCS I have. Adopted by Willow and James Orton when he was two, she grows up a pretty normal girl in the normal household of girls do girl things and boys do boys things. She does ballroom dancing as a child and grows up with a passion for musical theatre and acting as well as medicine. He grows up wanting to be an actor until an unfortunate accident renders her hard of hearing/deaf [she uses the terms interchangably] which means that he now has hearing aids. He forgoes the desire to act to become a doctor instead, facianted by how people can just mend and heal like nothing bad happened.

At age thirteen her parents send her off to Blackpool, to an old friend William Regal who is going to teach Jay the art of wrestling as a way for her to get his extra energy out [plottwist its medicated/undiagnosed hyperactive ADHD] but Regal takes thsi little 13 year old from Chicago under his wings and trains him all the art of wrestling, Jay realises that she has a passon for death matches and hardcore wrestling, and shes damn fucking good at it. Jay goes to join NXT and meets Adam Cole. They become quick friends and mixed tag partners, which quickly breaks down into them becoming fuck-buddies with a lot of emotions attached until cole breaks up the tag team and chooses to go after and win the NXT title, making them enimies.

Up on the main roster, Jay struggles because theyre not allowed to do anything apart from a few high flying moveis and years go by where Jay just isnt happy in her position, made worse by coles call up. So this is when Jericho starts slowly manpulating and selling Jay on the idea of joining the JAS and AEW and so she shows up with the rest of the JAS. They start treating Jay at first like a princess a gloruos little angel who can do their dirtywork until she starts to loose matches and the JAS start getting annoyed and agrivated and start bullying them - cue wrestlers weekly standing up for this little new kid who keeps being picked on. Jay ends up doing a diving headbutt during a amtch with Kris Stratlander and cracks their head on both a steel chair and a ring anvas- he's concussed instatnyl nad really doesnt remember how she got backstage [the best friends and kris helped him there and wheeler looked after them and took her back to the JAS lockerroom]

Jay has their therapy rabbit Hemlock [yes, like the poision] there and shes chatting away to the rabit when he starts to completely like zone our and dissocate. This is where he meets kenny someone who treats them and calms him down and whene Jay first registers that theres someone else in the room she panics instantly cuz the JAS trained her to not show emotions especially those who are like sad or guilty emotions. Jay states that she doesnt know who kenny is, because theybve only really kinda seen him around and not spoken to him and Kenny sticks his hand out and goes "Kenny omega, now you know me!" and when jay introsduces themselve as "Jayden Orton" Kenny smiles and "nice to meet ya jay"

and everything kinda just snaps int place. Jay! Nobody had ever called them Jay before, like the bird and everything nice and kind. And thats a boys name, Jay wouldnt mind being a boy. Jay

she likes it.

so yeah Kenny provides an entire gender crisis. Jay snaps out of dissocation and switches for a panic attack which kenny helps and explains that "oh my partner has these sometimes, he really doesnt like to be alone sometimes.are you going to be okay?- Oh! you two should meet youd really like him! he's really kind, and cute."

Kenny in intensily queer around Jay and considering that shes never really been exposed to outwardly queer people and openly gender-queer people her mind goes all scrambled in a good way.

Some other things happen,. jay leaves the JAS, spends a lot of time lurking in dark corrdiors meeting more firneds. She keeps finding kenny and acddientally meets hanger when kenny is like inches away from getting him on his knees. The two of them make instant friends. The go dancing and to bars and Jay assumes that because she likes the name Jay, he cant be a girl- so he has to be a boy.

Adam cole worms his way back into Jays life as a foe and then someone that their boyrioends are fucking and then cole realises that shes trans femme and Jay realises that hes not a trans man but i nfact genderqueer. Jay and coles trans journeys are linked and ill go more uinto that if anyone else really wants to hear about it.

In the end Jay starts dating wheeler, kenny and both adams. wheeler is only dating jay. Kenny and the adams are all dating one another. The polycule is all disgustingly in love and adore each other.

Regal scoops up his now grandchild [as well as granddaughter/grandson- regardless os how jay feels regal will always be their grandpa] as the newest member of the BCC where she can finally have a family thats forged in blood and ocmbat as well as kindness and love. Mox gives them his ADHD meds sometimes.

Jay uses she/he/they/zey pronouns with no real prefrence and has a kinda punk/gothic vibe. He looks like a total bitch but really would and is a little murder machine with a heart of gold. They adore the bucks as brothers and is made an honourary young buck when she falls asleep on nick one day during an interveiw. They like to skateboard and play eletric guitar. He has a house in ohio which he shares with their black cat steve and obviously hemlock. They adore the rain and have so many scars and shit from stupid stunts and stuff they do. Has a blood kink and will explode with their see cowboy tits.

heres hwo he looks, he does also have hearing aids and hetrochormia [even though theres so little picrews that has hetrochromia]

[sunsburns]

need art taking my virginity

oh my gosh whaaaat who said that

oh my gosh now it's writing itself oh noooo stop thisss

but all jokes aside, i know this would take place at stanford. you were strictly friends at the time, in the same bio med class and you were in his dorm room, finishing up the last details on your final project that was due at midnight. the second you turned it in, art practically jumped for joy while you tossed yourself onto his bed, kicking your laptop to the side.

he would offer some celebratory drinks which consisted of a six-pack from the mini fridge before he sat beside you. the both of you clink your glasses together and drink, enjoying the rest of your night together.

after three drinks on an empty stomach, the two of you were moving slower, giggles escaped your lips while art told you a story from when he was in the academy.

holding your half-empty bottle to your chest, you couldn't stop yourself from staring at his lips, the way they turned and moved or how he pouted and frowned. you watched the way they curved when he said your name.

when he reached for your shoulder, you finally looked at him in the way. there was a redness to his cheeks all of a sudden, and a shy smile tugged at his mouth when he looked at you. "i thought i lost you there for a second. am i that boring?"

"what? no. of course not." you blinked at him, a little embarrassed, "sorry, i just... i got distracted."

it was ridiculous how fast the two of you were on each other after that. he took the bottle from your hands and placed it aside, reaching over you as he did so. before he could lean back, you had cupped the back of his neck and kissed him. a quick, tight-lipped kiss to test the waters.

when you pulled away, he stared at you, looked at every detail on your face before he wrapped an arm around you and kissed you harder. a deep kiss that had you shutting your eyes tightly, holding him with both of your hands while he pulled you onto his lap.

when his tongue ran over your lower lip, you grew a little shy but parted them for him anyways. he caressed your cheek as his teeth crashed against yours, his tongue reaching for yours. your lips moved in tandem, slitting against each other with ease.

your tongues flicked playfully against each other. you giggled at the odd sensation, which quickly turned into a moan as he lightly sucked it into his mouth. 

"art..." your moan left him moaning as he deepened the sloppy kiss further.

"i like you," he muttered into your mouth, "like, i really like you." he started to kiss your cheek, then your jaw, mouthed at your neck. "i think you're smart, and really pretty."

"i really... i really like you too," you were blushing, your fingers curled into his hair, pulling slightly when he sucked a bruise into your neck.

art's red tennis polo is the first thing that came off after he gently led your hands to the hem of it. you ran your hands over his chest and that had him sighing against your lips. your shirt is discarded next, and the moment that was gone, art was reaching to cup your breasts, digging under your bra, his warm hands against your skin.

you tried to unbuckle his belt, moaning into his mouth. when he started to tug at your nipples after tossing your bra aside your mind stuttered, "art," you tried to say. "art-"

"yeah?" his big hands were running across your skin, leaving a hot trail behind them. he stopped when they were on your ass, just holding you there while your curled a strand of his hair in your finger.

you could feel his hard dick poking at the inside of your thigh, it made you frown as he looked up at you. his eyes were big and blown wide, darker than you remembered them, lust swirling behind them while he looked at you like you were the embodiment of the sun. you ran your thumb across his lower lip.

"i've never done this before," you whispered.

something softened within him, and he brought one hand up to cup your cheek and bring you closer. when your forehead rested against his, art kissed your cheek sweetly, "that's okay. we can stop if you want-"

"no," you quickly told him. "i want this. with you. i just... i just don't know. i want you to talk me through it."

he nodded, and kissed you again, slow and sweet before he said, "okay, yeah. just relax."

you could have sworn you had turned into nothing but mush in his hands by the time the both of you had stripped yourselves of your clothes. art led you to lay back on the bed, and he made sure to kiss every part of your skin, leaving marks here and there as he learned what made you moan and whimper or what made you arch your back towards him or tug at his hair.

he stayed hovering over you, watching you closely as you mewled under his touch, his fingers sliding in and out of you at a slow, tantalizing pace. his name came out breathless from your mouth, and yours was a restrained grunt at the back of his throat when you tried to palm at his cock.

you could've felt sparks at the ends of your fingers, an impatient turmoil in your stomach. "c'mon art. fuck me already."

he nearly laughed, watching your arch against him when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you waiting. art shifted one hand holding his weight up beside your head while the other rolled a condom over his dick.

he pressed his tip against your entrance, running circles against your clit with his thumb. when he started to push against the tight ring of your slick cunt, you were letting out a startled whimper.

"fuck, you're so tight." he muttered, dropping his weight against you.

you groaned, "fuck, art. get your fatass off me." you tried to sound annoyed, but your pants and breathly moans told him otherwise.

"shut up, i know you like it." art let out a strangled snort, slowly pushing the rest of himself in. his pace was steady, drawing out every little sound from your wrecked body, unable to hold back any of his own.

the both of you come soon after.

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[justcourttee]

Adrien is super in love with Marinette and gets the rest of the class to help him confesses. Marinette rejects him because she's dating Damian and doesn't like him anymore

I’ll Wait Forever

Adrien just knew it.

Today was the day that he was finally going to ask out Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

He wasn’t really sure when he fell in love with her, but he did know that when he realized it, the feeling hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, everything she did became so precious from her laughter to her stumbling about.

She must love him too.

He could vividly remember all the times that she had attempted to confess, each one making his heartache at how long he had been making his princess wait.

As his car pulled to a stop in front of the school, Adrien was practically floating. One look at his princess, or even just a photo, like the one she had posted this morning, was enough to send his heart aflutter.

“Woah, dude, care to come down from cloud 9? The rest of us can’t see you up there.”

Nino smiled cheekily as he nudged Adrien’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry Nino, it’s just, I haven’t felt this free in a while. I think I’m finally going to do it today.”

Nino’s whole demeanor changed as his cheeky smile dropped into a serious frown.

“Dude, Alya mentioned something last night, and I think you should hear it before you get your hopes up-”

Adrien shook his head, placing his finger to Nino’s lips. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed together as he nearly went cross-eyed looking at Adrien’s hand.

“I don’t want to know how she feels about me, Nino. It makes this all the more exciting. I wonder if she’ll cry from the joy of finally being able to let go of her secret. I won’t lie, I might cry too.”

Nino tried to open his mouth, warn his friend, but it was too late. Adrien was long gone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

As Adrien walked into the classroom, his eyes instantly landed on her empty seat. It was the perfect opportunity.

“Hey, guys!”

The class slowly silenced as curious eyes turned their attention toward him.

“Today’s the day!”

Instantly the mood shifted as everyone shared a look, one that Adrien could swear looked like pity.

“I mean it guys! I’m not backing out today!”

All eyes shifted behind him as if waiting for approval for someone. He turned just in time to see Nino give them a solemn nod. Why did they need Nino’s approval? What was going on?

“Okay Adrien, what do you want us to do?”

Alix stepped forward, a pitiful smile gracing her face. They all didn’t believe in him, that had to be it. But he was going to show them just how serious he was about this.

“Here’s what I was thinking-”

They all gathered around as Adrien laid out his master plan. With the help of his classmates and best friend, there was no way that this was going to fail. By the end of the day, he would be dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng and he couldn’t be more excited. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“You’re really going to let him do this?”

Adrien stopped in his tracks as he leaned in near the lockerroom doors. It sounded like Alya, why wasn’t she with Marinette? This could throw off the whole plan.

“It’s the only way babe. You know him, he’s stubborn. No amount of words are going to discourage him, especially if you and Marinette won’t even give the rest of the guy’s name.”

“I told you! I usually would tell you everything, but this is one secret Marinette begged me to keep. You didn’t see the look in her eyes. She’s serious about him.”

Could they be talking about him? No, Nino would tell him if there was something going on. Maybe they were just worried Marinette would panic in front of the big group and say no. She used to have them all the time around him, swearing that she didn’t like him when all she wanted was to be with him. Yeah, they were just worried.

Adrien straightened up, his smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Adrien! We have everything set up! Lila said she couldn’t get Jagged to come, but that’s okay. We’ll just do it without him.”

Adrien bit back a chuckle as Rose cocked her head to the side.

He knew Lila couldn’t get him here, but she seemed so excited to help him. So, he gave her a big job so that she wouldn’t get involved with the poster. Who knows what damage she could’ve done if she got her hands on it.

“Perfect Rose, Alya should be on her way to grab Marinette from the art room any minute now. Let’s go get set up by the entrance!”

As he raced down the stairs, his mind was spinning. After months of pining, it was finally here. Settling into his spot behind the banner, Adrien felt confident.

Slowly the door crept open from above their heads. A hushed silence fell over the courtyard as Alya and Nino stepped out, Marinette nestled between them. Her smile was radiant as a soft giggle escaped her lips causing his heart to flip and twist.

As her first foot hit the top of the stairs, the group Adrien had gathered caught her attention. Instantly, her entire face burned red. That was an excellent sign if he ever saw one.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” his voice echoed across the silent courtyard as his heart ran wildly in his chest. With a point of his fingers, the members of kitty section began a soft ballad that Adrien had wrote.

He waited patiently for Alya to give her a slight nudge. She appeared to be frozen in place, the red quickly fading to a much paler shade than her normal fair skin tone. Adorable.

“Marinette, I will never know the exact moment I fell in love with you, whether it has been gradually over the past few years or whether I woke up last week with the instant realization, but I do know this.”

He took a step forward, offering her his hand as she stepped down from the last step holding them apart.

“I know that I will love you even when the last star in the sky flickers out. I know I will love you even when the last drop of the ocean is shriveled up. I know I will love you when I take my last breath because I know that the love I feel for you is earth-shattering and never-ending. Please, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, will you love me back?”

At some point, he had dropped down to one knee during his confession. He wasn’t quite sure when, all he could focus on was the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, and two piercing blue eyes staring into his.

A minute passed, and then two and she still had yet to respond. But that was okay, this was Marinette after all. A big, public confession wasn’t really her style. He should’ve held back from the music and the banners, but it just felt like an injustice to how he felt.

“Adrien, I-”

“Is that a yes?” his hopeful eyes glistened as tears began to form in hers. Slowly she knelt down, pulling her hand from his grasp. Moving in, she wrapped her small frame around him, a comfort that matched no other.

“I can’t. I’m in love with someone else.”

The words were almost silent, whispered from her mouth pressed against his ear, but it didn’t help soften the blow that smacked his heart from mid-air. She held on for a few moments more before she pulled back, allowing him to slump forward into someone else’s arms.

There was a soft buzz throughout the courtyard as many began to theorize what could’ve been said. He thought he could hear Marinette ask Nino to take care of him, but there was nothing else. Nothing.

His eyes slowly focused as she fled from the courtyard and into the arms of a dark-haired boy waiting at the edge. The boy seemed agitated as he wiped her tears away, throwing deadly glares in Adrien’s direction. He watched as the boy placed a small kiss on his beloved’s head before ushering her away under his arm.

“I was too late.” his voice sounded foreign as Nino rubbed small circles into his back.

“I’m sorry dude.”

Adrien let out a small humorless laugh as he reached up to catch the tear before it could even fall.

“I guess I couldn’t expect her to wait for me forever huh?”

Nino’s eyebrows furrowed as he opened and closed his mouth several times, unsure of what to say.

“Hey, Alya?”

Alya took a tentative step forward as she finished shooing away the last of the bystanders. With a heavy face, she squatted down beside him, her half-smile full of pity.

“What’s up sunshine?”

“Can you let her know?”

Alya cocked her head to the side, concern replacing where the pity once was.

“Let her know what?”

“Let her know that I don’t expect her to come back, but if she does, if he ever breaks her heart. I’ll be waiting. For her, I’ll wait forever.”

Without another word, Adrien stood, following the same path Marinette had taken minutes earlier to exit the building. He entered his car feeling a million pounds heavier than he did exiting the car that morning.

Only one thought helped drive him forward as he motioned for Gorilla to take him home.

The hope that maybe, just maybe, she would be happy knowing that he was waiting for one day to come, no matter how soon.

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Feelings...? (Kageyama x Reader)

A/n: its pretty clear that my Kageyama-simping was strong. So w/o further ado, here is a one shot with self indulgent fluff for our blueberry setter 💙🏐

Word count: 4.6k (thats a lot for me xD...)

Prompt: Kageyama has a bit of trouble relaying his feelings. Y/N is somehow oblivious. With the small help from the Karasuno Volleyball Team, Kags now faces the ultimate challenge of confessing these so called... feelings.

It was a miracle.

Sure, he had the help of ALL the Karasuno Volleyball Team members (Coach Ukai included), reality still had not sunk in his system. How was he supposed to function when your flustered wide-eyed face was right in front of him? He could feel his eye twitching and mouth forming a rather awkward (sinister, as Hinata would label it) grin.

“I-I have s-something to tell y-you!” Those were the words that he stuttered out. Never in his life did he feel this drained of energy. In the corner of his eyes, he could see everyone snickering at his demeanor. He couldn’t help it. In an attempt to hide his red face, he bowed a perfect 45 degree angle. His sports bag hitting him right in the face.

“Tch. Looks like The King fears rejection…” Tsukki snickered, earning a knife chop to the head by Suga. The rest of the team hushed them in hopes that they would not be exposed. Somehow, the banters they made had not been noticed.

The mutual pinning had been going on for months. It was rather painful to watch as he would become an awkward baby crow each time you would step inside the gym to help out Kiyoko and Yachi. Though you were not an official manager, it was just something that you did during your free time.

If you put it into thought, your little feelings towards the setter was all because of those 2 women. You never intended to join or let alone assist, but your blonde friend had managed to pull you into her scheme. There was only room for one, but Kiyoko saw it as alright for you to observe.

Did you know anything about Volleyball? Nope. With two left feet, the only thing you could excel in were the arts. Sketching, Painting, and even the occasional Digital Art was your forte. The only calloused part your finger had was where your pen would rest.

Were you popular with the boys? Somewhat. You were oblivious enough not to notice how a handful of boys, senpai’s included, would linger their stares towards you. The way you bowed your head and tucked stray hairs behind your ear always made them feel jittery in their stomachs. The only thing stopping them was Yachi herself. She knew you had no interest in crushes, so she thought at least.

When the three of you entered the gym, the familiar scent of Salonpas and man sweat filled your nostrils.

“So, you’ve found a new person!” The boy with bright orange hair said. His smile radiated the entire gym.

Looking at Yachi, you couldn’t help but giggle at how much her body was quivering. Knowing she lived with her mother, it was no surprise that she would be terrified at the sight of such tall sweaty men. Thank goodness you had 3 older brothers who played basketball. Still, it would be an understatement if you didn’t find them intimidating.

“What’s up?”

“What’s going on?”

“These two girls will be joining the club on a trial basis as the new managers.” Kiyoko stated.

“I’m Hitoka Yachi!” She managed to introduce herself without being a complete mess.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” It was a bit strange, being the center of attention among all these teenage boys.

“S-so, you two are first-years?” A rather tall boy who resembled… Jesus(?) asked.

“Yeah. We’re in class 1-5.” You replied for Yachi’s sake.

The Jesus-man, whom you now know as Asahi was made to back up a bit. Shifting your gaze, you were met with 3 boys. All of them staring down at you. The one in front seemed to notice and immediately turned and slapped them in the face saying that it was not good to stare. A small smile began to form on your face.

Did it start there? No.

You didn’t even realize his presence.

It was during the next day. The day they had the practice match with Ouginishi. You were helping set up the chairs with the two girls. You watched as Yachi was conversing with the orange haired boy named HInata. You knew that she had been tutoring him and his friend, whose name you forgot, in order for them to go to Tokyo. Due to your schedule, you weren’t able to help out, but she said it was alright.

A few moments later, the opposing team had arrived. The practice match was now about to begin. You had been tasked to score Karasuno while Yachi scored the opposing team. Kiyoko took the empty seat beside you to aid in whatever was needed.

That’s when you saw him.

The way he tossed the ball high into the air, ran a few steps forward, and hit it perfectly causing a service ace made you catch your breath. Of course, you’ve seen your brothers’ friends focused faces but this one was different. It was as if volleyball was his everything. Remembering that this was the same person who asked for help in his grades, perhaps your thoughts were right.

“That’s Kageyama-kun.” Kiyoko stated. Her eyes still fixed on the match.

It all escalated from there. The moment you saw them about to perform an attack, your eyes followed as Hinata dashed towards the net. It was no joke that he really was fast. Though you were used to seeing basketball players running, this shrimp was different. Perhaps it was his height that made it possible. Or maybe that’s just how talented he was.

The ball landed on Kageyama's hands and you observed as he expertly tossed it to Hinata. It was almost as if he knew the perfect amount of pressure to put onto his fingertips for them to execute the said attack. Unbeknownst to you, your jaw dropped.

“That’s not all they can do.” Kiyoko said with a teasing smile on her pretty face. “I doubt they’ll use it today but in the future, you’ll witness it firsthand. Their Weirdo Combo.”

Closing your mouth, you admired the two boys from afar. But, your sight lingered on the setter.

So, when did the butterflies start?

It happened after the game.

The sun had now set and you were facing the vending machine. The bright lights blinding to your eyes. You were not sure which milk to choose from. Index finger gliding on one button to the other. Were you in the mood for classic milk or the flavored one. You were so deep in your thoughts that you had not noticed the blueberry-haired player staring at you with confusion.

“You can’t decide with milk to get?” He said casually.

Jumping a bit at his voice, he immediately apologized for startling you.

“No no. It’s my fault. But, yeah. You’re right.” You scratched your nape. “I can’t decide which one to get.”

“Do you have any preferences?”

“For milk? Not really.”

“So, you can do this.” He placed his middle and index finger on each button. Pushing them simultaneously, you watched as the winning milk carton fell to the dispenser box. “That’s what I do if I can’t choose.”

Bending down to get the milk, he was a bit shocked when the machine purred to life and another carton fell. Looking up at you, he saw how you were smiling at him. Your fingers still resting on the two buttons. Grabbing the beverages, he hands one to you.

“A thank you gift.” You punched the straw onto the hole. “That would definitely save me a lot of time.”

He wasn’t sure what was going on but he felt a little tingly inside. That same feeling where he’s able to make a perfect toss for Hinata, yet here he was. Not playing or holding onto a volleyball. Instead he was holding onto a small carton of milk . Feeling heat creeping into his cheeks, he cleared his throat and gestured for you and him to go back to the gym.

Ever since that day, it became a habit. The two of you would take turns in choosing each other’s beverage. Though there were times where none of you liked the results, the two of you would just shrug and cheers your small cartons of milk.

Yachi and Kiyoko slowly caught up. The two would usually watch as Kageyama would call you to follow him towards the vending machine. They shrugged it off at first till they noticed how it had become a ritual. Whether Kageyama was neutral, upset, or awkwardly happy, the two would always wait for him to call you.

“Oi.(L/N). Let’s go.” That’s what he’d always say. And when both of you would re-enter the gym, flustered cheeks and silent smiles were for all to feast on.

It wasn’t long before the rest of the team noticed. Save for Hinata who noticed last, though it’s not really a surprise.

The time came when Yachi, Kiyoko, and you were now changing in the girls lockerroom. You were rummaging for your hair band. You had not noticed that the strap of your bag had somehow wrapped around your ankle. By the time you took a step back, your bag got pulled and all of the contents spilled on to the floor.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)-san?” Kiyoko said as she went down on the floor with the two of you. Gathering your notebooks and pens.

You gasped when Yachi took a hold of your sketchpad. A few stray papers fell and landed on the floor. Quickly gathering them, you failed to pick up 3 pieces. When Kiyoko and Yachi turned the paper, they were met with a perfect sketch of Kageyama. One where he was holding a ball, the other one where he was drinking his milk, and the last one where his features were clearly angry at Hinata.

“I-it’s not what it looks like!” You tried to defend yourself.

“It’s okay, (Y/N).” Yachi giggled. Kiyoko as well as she handed your sketches back. “It’s not exactly unknown at this point.”

“He’s just so perfect to illustrate. That’s all.” You stuffed the papers and sketchpad back into your bag. Cheeks and ears red from the exposure of your secret.

“Do you always look forward to your vending machine trips with Kageyama-kun?” Kiyoko asked as she tied the knot to her sweatpants. Yachi was all ears for your answer. When you gave a defeated nod. The two of them shared a high five. “Are you aware that you tend to stare a bit longer at him as compared with the others?”

“Oi… Aren’t you supposed to be watching them, not me?” You retorted in an attempt to save whatever dignity you had left.

“I wouldn’t be a good manager if I didn’t pick it up, right?” There was no argument to her statement. She was hella good at her tasks. Sighing in defeat, you hid your face in your palms. “Please don’t tell him.”

“Of course not~” Yachi reassured you. “But but but, tell us when it all started! We still have 20 minutes before practice starts!”

“I’m not really sure. But, each time I look back, it was when he served an ace during our first day as manager trainees.”

The two girls felt flowers floating above them as they flooded you with questions.

Meanwhile in the club room, Kageyama was not safe. He was just minding his own business till he heard a loud thump coming from behind him. One of the extra foams had fallen on top of Noya. The collision caused his bag to land on the floor, contents sprawled out as well.

Suga, Tanaka, and Daichi began to clean up the mess as he picked up his belongings. Everything was going well till Asahi’s eyes caught on to two milk cartons. One of them had a note taped to them. Just as he was about to pick them up, Kageyama was quick to grab them and dashed to his bag to safely tuck it away.

Noya and Tanaka stared at each other. Devilish grins growing on their faces.

“Oi oi Ryu~” Noya began. He leaned on to the wall with his arms behind his head. “(Y/N)-chan’s pretty cute right?”

Daichi and Suga sent death glares at their liberio but all he did was wink. The parental figures of the Karasuno Crows stared at their setter. He had not moved an inch from where he was standing. Almost as if he was anticipating what his senpai had to say.

“That’s right, that’s right Noya!” He answered. A smug grin on his face as he observed Kageyama. Heck, all of them were staring at Kageyama. “Ya know~ I think she stares at you sometimes!”

“OOHHH?! Really?!” Noya stood up and skipped his way towards his mate. “You think I should ask her out? Besides! Who could resist this face?!”

“Now now, you two~” Daichi tried to calm the two and their scheme. Though, he would be deemed a liar if he wasn’t interested as to how the calm and usually silent setter would react.

Kageyama zipped his bag rather harshly. Jolting to his feet, he turned to face his two senpai’s. The aura of death surrounding him and affecting the whole room, save for Tsukki of course who merely snickered at the sight of a jealous king. The two senpai’s were rather happy that their kohai had taken the bait.

“Kageyama~ Don’t get affected by these two.” Suga inserted and immediately diffused the growing tension. “Though, it’s not like you're actually affected right?”

“O-of course not.” He muttered and stared at the ground.

“See? There’s nothing to worry about.” He motioned for Asahi to come towards him. “Let’s go Asahi. (Y/N)-chan should be in the gym already. You did plan on asking her out, after all~”

“OY! What the heck, Asahi?!” Noya exclaimed as he dashed towards his two upperclassmen. “If there’s one person who gets to ask her that would be me! Now out of my way!”

“What’s going on?” Hinata whispered to Yamaguchi who stared at the growing chaos in the room.

“They’re trying to get Kagayama to come through with his feelings.”

“Ha? Kageyama? Feelings?”

“Towards (L/N), you idiot.” Tsukki commented. He adjusted his glasses as he watched the liberio, setter, and wing spiker fighting for the door. His eyes landed on their target who was just standing with his fists tightly closed.

“Kageyama… has feelings for (Y/N)?” Hinata thought out loud. “Hoo~ That explains why he stares at her during breaks.”

Slapping his cheeks, he jumped to his feet and inhaled.

“ALL OF YOU ARE HOPELESS!” He yelled, gathering everyone's attention. The sudden outburst was not expected. His face now held a cheeky smile. Slamming his chest, he held his chin high in the air. “If there’s anyone who can get her attention…”

Kageyama let out a silent thank you to his ally. For once, they shared the same thoughts.

“IS ME!”

Everyone felt the silence erupting from the floors to the walls and all the way to the ceiling. Noya and Tanaka still held on to their devilish smirks as they saw the anger oozing from their prey.

“HINATA! YOU DUMBASS!”

Using that as leverage, Hinata dashed towards the door and began to run towards the gym. Poking his tongue out, Kageyama sprinted towards the aspiring ace and bolted in the same direction. Though Hinata had already planned on what to do, he somehow lost his concentration till he saw the gym closing in. Remembering that this was for his rival/ally, he deliberately slowed his pace.

The doors to the gym slammed open causing you to drop the volleyballs you had been holding. Turning around to face who had arrived, your breath hitched as you saw a panting blueberry catching his breath. When his eyes met yours, he froze and somehow was not sure as to what to do next.

Scanning the area, it was only you inside as of the moment.

“A-are you okay, Kageyama?” You asked. Heart beat banging on your chest knowing you had come clean with your feelings. Somehow you were hoping that one member would barge in and save you from any impending dooms to happen.

“It’s nothing.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead and walked towards the bench near you. Putting his bag down, he unzipped it and looked for the two beverages. Straightening his back rather sharply, you were startled when he suddenly extended his arm. A milk carton trembling in his tightly clenched fist. “I-I got you some milk. The vending machine we have here doesn’t have this particular flavor.”

Taking it from his hand, you felt heat creeping to your cheeks. Tucking some hair strands behind your ear, you thanked him and punched the straw into the hole. The taste sweet and delicious. You tilted your head when you saw his face had his eye twitching with annoyance.

He was an idiot. He may be a prodigy on the courts but he was hella idiotic when it came to these things. Being caught up in the small wave of adrenaline, he gave you the wrong carton. The one that held the note was in his hand. This was not his day, he could feel it.

The rest of the group had managed to catch up and witnessed the turn of events. All of them face palming at the failure of his actions.

“Well,” Daichi consoled them. “At least he’s aware of his feelings now.”

Ushering the team to get ready for practice, each of them entered the gym. Minds ticking as to how they could help their socially inept first year and his feelings. Suga kept staring back and forth at the both of you till a random idea popped into his head. Recalling the time Hinata had saved Yachi from a ball, perhaps the same can happen for Kageyama.

Waiting till they were in the right rotation, he managed to make eye contact with Tanaka, Noya, and Hinata (who was on the opposite court) to somehow direct the ball towards you. The three boys gave a thumbs up and Daichi immediately caught up. Squinting at them, he too prepared just in case the plan would backfire.

The ball was now served and Tanaka managed to receive it. Asahi got to pass the ball to the opposite side, his jaw dropped when he saw Hinata moving rather slow. As he observed Noya diving to the floor, Hinata asked for the ball and the plan was now set in motion. Purposely hitting his body with net, his forearm hit the ball rather forcefully.

Kageyama’s eyes immediately calculated the direction of the ball. His breath hitched when he processed it would lead straight to you. Not wasting a second, he turned around and ran to receive the ball. If he could just catch up, the ball would still be in play and no harm would come your way.

Everything happened so fast through your perspective. One second, the ball was heading towards you. More than ready to block it, you were caught off guard when a blurry silhouette of white passed your vision. The ball now far from your face. Everyone heard the ball hitting the net and bouncing to the floor.

“HINATA!” Kageyama stormed towards the small boy. “WATCH WHERE YOU AIM THE BALL, DUMBASS! YOU ALMOST HIT (Y/N)!”

You felt your cheeks burn as you heard him say your name. That would have to be a first. Rather unconventional but it was enough to turn the butterflies in your stomach on. Still, as you watched the two boys bickering back and forth, a soft giggle escaped your lips. Feeling the stares of two other people, you turned only to be met by teasing faces.

“Shut up, the both of you!” You hissed at the two girls who merely kept giving you playful looks.

The game now resumed but despite keeping track of their progress, your fingers would move on their own and doodle small Kageyama-chibi’s on the corner of the page. Realizing what you were doing, you were thankful that you had used your own record journal and not the official one. With the first set over, you set aside the notebook and began to distribute their water bottles and towels.

“Thank you for saving my ass back there.” You whispered as he accepted the bottle.

“No problem. Are you okay?” He took a long sip and finally felt rehydrated. The small nod you gave him was enough. At least he managed to save you and did not screw things up. However it was all short lived. The water beads from his bottle had steadily formed a puddle next to his shoe. The floor was already as slippery as it was with sweat, how much more for water.

Gasps now echoed the gym as your body fell towards the floor. Groaning at the pain, you tried standing up but a heavy weight was preventing you from doing so. Feeling strands of hair tickling your cheeks, you let out a silent prayer to any volleyball gods out there to keep your rapidly beating heart still.

Just how bad was his day going to be? First the note and now he made himself look like an idiot and slipped. Though he was confused as to why the gym floors somehow smelled like flowers instead of sweat. Resting on his elbows, his eyes met yours and he forgot how to breath. None of you could say a word to each other.

‘Say something, Kageyama!’ Every single person in the room thought as they watched the events unfold.

Both of you were too fazed to even speak. When your thoughts were now clear, you took in each and every inch his face had to offer. This would have to be the closest you would ever see him. Miraculously clear skin, tiny beads of sweat sticking to his face, lips that were borderline moisturized and chappy, but it was his eyes that you had to admire the most. They were much bluer from this angle. The light bouncing off from the floor made them shift from a silver-blue to light brown. You could see yourself as his pupils were dilated to its limit. For sure, you would draw this when you get home.

“K-Kageyama?” You snapped him out of his daze. He blinked twice before turning red and standing up. Offering a hand, you accepted it and now found yourself on your feet once more. “I guess you're not as quick with balance as I thought~”

“Are… y… doing s… l..er…” He mumbled something but you couldn’t quite catch it.

“What?”

Before he could repeat his sentence, the whistle broke the tension and he let out a defeated sigh. An annoyed pout on his face. Handing you the water bottle, he knew that he was hopeless and it was time for reinforcements. When he entered the court, each player gave him disappointed looks. Dangerous and judgemental auras surrounded them all except for one. The same senpai who always made him feel at ease.

“Uh… Senpai…” His eyes were glued to his shoes. Feeling a pat on his shoulder, he felt relieved when Suga told him to leave it to him.

And all that led to where he was now. Suga had whispered to the team to slowly leave the gym one by one to make sure that the both of you would be able to talk in private. The plan was once everyone was busy in the stock room, Kageyama would bring you for your daily milk adventure and take it from there. To ensure that no one would ruin the moment, Suga managed to involve Coach Ukai as well.

Now that the sun was setting and painted the skies with orange and red hues, he had to admit that this was the perfect time to pour his feelings. In whatever way he could utter, of course.

“What is it, Kageyama?” You were feeling anxious as to what he wanted to say. Was he getting sick and tired of your vending machine routines? Or was he going to tell you that he was not liking the extra stares you two would share? Gesturing him to stop bowing, you were met with his eyes once more. Uncertainty written in them.

“To-T-Tobio.” His eye was badly twitching and his posture was definitely the epitome of lame. He could hear Tsukki shaking his head. Why did he have to be so awkward when it came to you. “You can call me T-Tobio!”

“Are you sure?” You had grown used to his expressions but this one was foreign.

“Yes!” He stood straight and all he needed to do was to salute.

“Do you want to press the buttons today, Tobio?” You asked as you were about to walk towards the vending machine. His large hands grabbed on to your wrist and pulled you towards him. The actions he was giving you was not helping your fragile heart. If anything, you were positive he could hear how loud it was beating through your chest.

“I’m not good with words… So listen carefully cause I’ll only say this once. Especially with those people watching us from behind those bushes and trees.” Now that he mentioned it, you could make all small tufts of hair peeking out from the mentioned objects. Did he plan this from the start? Your mind was now expecting a lot and you were not sure how to feel. All you could do was hope.

Once again, he was at a loss for words. Seeing that his team member was in a pinch, Daichi tried to whisper-shout.

“Like!”

Understanding what the captain was doing, the others pitched in as well.

“Adore!” Suga chipped in.

“Admire!” Asahi mentioned.

“Fancy!” Noya piped in as well.

“Nishinoya!” Daichi and Suga condemned the small man for his choice of words.

Deciding that all those words were enough to describe his feelings, Kageyama inhaled and blurted out…

“I like, adore, admire, and fancy you, (Y/N)!" Goodness that felt so good for Kageyama. To put into words what he had been meaning to tell you for the past few months now. Looking into your (e/c) orbs, he was searching for signs of reciprocation. You were clearly in shock but he knew well that he had to give you space to absorb what had just transpired before your eyes.

Not sure if this was a dream, you harshly bit your tongue and realized that this was all too real. THE Tobio Kageyama had just reciprocated your feelings. Your breathing began to pick up as you felt the familiar numbingness of your red tainted cheeks. He was clearly waiting for a response.

Standing on your tippy-toes, you managed to place a quick peck on his cheek. A bright toothy smile resting on your face as you watched his face slowly turning into the shade of beetroots.

"So… This means… You like me back?" His arms were now holding you into a loose embrace. He had to be sure before using the new found confidence to make a move on you.

"As much of a volleyball genius you are, you can be rather clueless." Though in your mind you labeled yourself as a hypocrite because you too had been oblivious of his milk carton advances. "Yes. Dummy. I like you back."

Tightening his hold, you were met with his toned chest. He smelled of a variety of scents. Mostly sweat and a bit of his shampoo when he had landed on top of you a while ago.

"THAT'S IT, KAGEYAMA!" Hinata as he exposed himself from the bush. Rolling his eyes, the King of the court paid him no attention. "GAME SET MATCH!"

"HINATA DUMBASS! THAT’S TENNIS NOT VOLLEYBALL!"

This was the duo you would have to spend the rest of your years with but in all honesty, you wouldn’t have it any other way~

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aleister_black: I wasn’t able to be in a lockerroom days after Jon had passed. I could not share my stories with my colleagues, emotions nor pay tribute to Jon on air. I have seen amazing things from people since Jon’s passing and I was looking for my own way to do it.

I have a large group of loyals and people that share common interests with me in Martial Arts/kickboxing so I figured I’d create a cardio based workout in Jon’s honor that would be more in my wheelhouse: The Bludgeoned. And also to keep one of my close friends @erickredbeard in there as well.

For those of you hitting the bag, pads or mounts, I hope you’ll join me and tag me in your videos and give me your thoughts, especially if you knew Jon.

Here we go:

Thread mill.

Start with incline 10 and speed 3.5 after stretching for 10 minutes

After ten minutes run for 60 seconds every 40 seconds on speed 6 and incline 3.

Then switch to incline 6 and 9 speed for 4 sprints of 60 seconds with 40 seconds in between

Walk out for 60 seconds getting your heart rate and breathing back under control.

Bag/pad/speed bag/spinning bar

Hit a speed bag or spinning bar or whatever you feel comfortable with and hit it for 60 seconds with 20 seconds in between. Note that this isn’t about power but being light and quick. If you use the equipment that I am using know that your footwork will determine your coordination intensively. This exercise is a lot about breathing while moving and keep yourself from gassing out.

Finish up with 5 rounds of a 120 seconds of hitting the heavy bag with power. Keep 40 of rest in between and finish up hard. This is where it gets tough, this is where you mentally force yourself harder every time you step away for those 40 seconds and gage how much harder you can go the next round, so you gotta be smart about this one.

Good luck!

Song: From Ashes Rise - Final Goodbye

[thelancemanly]

Locker Room Plan

This story fits into an AU by the phenomenal artist Xxxubbles, in which the gems attend a high school focused on sports.  Ruby and Amethyst, players on the football team, decide to go and confront Sapphire, one of the cheerleaders, for her constant teasing of Ruby.  When this doesn't go well, the two decide to give her a taste of her own medicine.  This fic starts out as straight-up non-con without any background knowledge of this version of Sapphire, who plays an unbelievable game of hard-to-get with her partner Ruby.  Because of this, it comes off pretty strong at first.  It is, with context of previous art and writing, dubious consent and then actual consent with rough-housing.

Fandom: Steven Universe

Characters: Amethyst, Ruby, Sapphire

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The water felt like heaven on her skin.  Sapphire was painstakingly washing every inch of her body down after the hard practice today, making sure she was in top form for her next "performance".  She spent a few extra seconds on her most sensitive areas, running fingers roughly across her pussy and ass and getting even more anxious about her plans tonight.  After all, her fingers weren't going to be the only thing pushing inside of her tonight, if she could help it. The locker room was mostly empty now, just a scant few other gems milling about or getting dressed.  None of them were bothering Sapphire and she wasn't keen on bothering them, either.  After her fast, but intimate, shower, the blue-skinned beauty was already toweling off when a familiar duo entered the lockerroom in a hurry. Sapphire was already covered by her towel when Ruby and Amethyst approached, cornering her by her locker.  She flashed the two an impatient smile and brushed a stray, wet hair out of her face. "Make this quick, I've got to go 'congratulate' the other team properly."  Sapphire had a voice like an angel, but the way she could turn on lust like a lightswitch already had Ruby mesmerized.  Amethyst elbowed her lovestruck friend in the arm and slid over to Sapphire.  She slammed her arm into the locker above Sapphire's head and did her best impression of a greaser macking on his gal. "Hey sugar," she said with a barely-hidden laugh, "what's the hurry?"   She flashed a wink at Ruby, who quickly remembered why she was here.   The scarlet gem put on a tough show and helped to corner Sapphire, who only just now noticed the three were alone in the locker room now. "Tell your big orange friend you're gonna be late tonight," Ruby said with a confident streak in her voice.  She locked eyes with Sapphire, who realized exactly what was going on. "I don't know," she began with a purr, "I think I'd prefer to give a real player my appreciation."  It put a fire in Ruby, but today wasn't the day for teasing and playing around.  The scarlet woman was on-fire and more than ready to handle Sapphire the way she knew she loved it. Ruby moved in closer and put a hand around Sapphire's waist.  It was no loving motion, however.  She pried Sapphire away from the locker and held her steady while her free hand pushed roughly against the blue gem's crotch.  It pushed beneath the plush towel covering her and found its target, fingers quickly brushing against Sapphire's pussy.  The blue-skinned girl lost her cool fairly quickly, and slapped Ruby's hand hard before squeezing out of her grasp.  The thought of Jasper's huge dick and powerful hips was enough to deter any delays. "Ruby, cut that out!  I'm busy tonight, you understand right?  Maybe you can go use your imagination instead." Amethyst took this opportunity to echo her friend's eagerness.  She came up from behind Sapphire and slapped her ass, then reached around with both hands to peel the towel away from the girl's chest.  Sapphire gasped lightly as her breasts were exposed to the warm lockerroom air, slightly hazy with steam.  Amethyst gave a raucous laugh and roughly groped Sapphire's breasts, squeezing and manhandling them with an occasional pinch. "Man Ruby, you were right; she does have great tits!" "Hey," Sapphire began, reaching up to grab the other gem's hands, "that's enough!  Seriously you two, I have a previous engagement."  She pushed Amethyst away from her and turned, facing the mischievous duo.   Ruby furrowed her brow and grumbled. "I'm going to go meet a real player and give them some much-needed r&r, so unless you two have anything else to say I'm gone.   Understand?" Ruby and Amethyst looked at eachother, sharing an expression of exasperation.  They turned in unison to look back at the blue-skinned beauty, a sneer on Ruby's face and a smirk on Amethyst's.  It was going to be one of those days, and they loved it. "Oh, we understand alright," Ruby said.  She wasted no time in lurching forward and grabbing Sapphire's wrists before sweeping behind her and pinning them to her back.  Without a second thought, the scarlet gem bent her counterpart over and pushed her belly flat against the bench nearby.  Sapphire let out a gasp, a grunt, and then a huff of indignation respectively. "Cut it out, Ruby!  I'm already late for a real fuck, and three's a crowd."  She looked back over her shoulder as she spat the words, but Ruby was barely even paying attention.  Amethyst, meanwhile, had circled around the smaller gem's frontside and was roughly groping herself through her pants.  The thin athletic material did almost nothing to hide Amethyst's thick, fat endowment. "Three's a crowd alright," the rough gem said with a chuckle, pulling out her cock and leveling it with Sapphire's mouth as the smaller girl turned to look up at her.  "But four's a GANGBA~ANG!"  Amethyst grabbed Sapphire's head with one hand and guided her thickening cock with the other, stuffing it into the blue gem's mouth alongside her declaration. She heard Sapphire gag for a second at the sudden intrusion and cackled, pulling out a few inches only to push it all back in as roughly as before.  Just a few seconds later and the robust gem was outright fucking Sapphire's mouth. "Oh, man, Ruby!  Your slut's got such a nice mouth.  It's a shame she's always using it for talking and other crap like that." But Ruby was already busy.  She had yanked her own pants down and kicked them off, exposing her scarlet cock to the steamy room.  It wasn't as fat as Amethyst's, but it was longer and she knew how to use it just right.  Ruby reached down and traced a finger along her lover's pussy, feeling it already dripping wet with anticipation.  That bitch, she thought, she was already horny just THINKING about going to fuck Jasper.  Ruby growled in annoyance and shoved two fingers inside her girlfriend, finding it a relatively easy fit already and working it further from here.  Lewd, lustful noises escaped Sapphire's lips whenever Amethyst's cock wasn't stuffing them full. "I think she likes it!" Amethyst said with a laugh, picking up the pace and now simply ramming her fully-hard dick into the other girl's mouth. It was reaching down to Sapphire's throat, causing her to gag all over the spit-slick shaft every couple thrusts. Ruby was done with 'foreplay', a few seconds having been all she needed.  Spitting on her own hand and rubbing it into the head of her cock, she hoped it was enough for Sapphire too.  The scarlet gem grabbed Sapphire's waist and got into position behind her, but her counterpart wasn't going down without a fight.  She struggled and fought against the two holding her down, any second they weren't holding her tight was a second she nearly displaced herself from the bench.  However, the other two gems were physically superior and didn't mind using their brute strength to pin the bitch down and hold her there like an animal. By the time Ruby pressed her cock against Sapphire, the girl's pussy was practically drooling. The scarlet gem had the common sense to start off gingerly.  It had nothing to do with patience or anxiety; Ruby was furious and horny and nothing was going to stop her from marking Sapphire as her own over and over again today.  However, she knew better than to just shove it in and make things painful for all three parties involved; Sapphire's teeth wouldn't have been too merciful on the cock in her mouth if she was shocked.  After a few moments of slow, torturous thrusting to get them both wet and ready, Ruby was done being nice.  She grabbed Sapphire's arms with one hand and bent them behind her back, squeezed her ass with the other, and slammed her hips against the blue girl's butt. Sapphire moaned loudly against the dick in her mouth, and Amethyst began to let up and give her some breathing room.  Coughing and sputtering, the cerulean gem barely had time to catch her breath amongst the new slew of pleasured noises coming out of her mouth.  It was a good thing the locker room was empty, because she couldn't have kept quiet if she wanted to. "Yeah," Ruby started with an intense smirk, "you just sit there -mmf!- and take it!  Whore like you- ah~- loves getting what she deserves!"   Sapphire couldn't help but gush over the rough manhandling, but she struggled against Ruby nonetheless.  Wiggling her hips, pushing her legs, and pulling her arms, the blue gem only managed to make Ruby slam into her harder and harder every thrust.  Ruby's powerful hips and cut abs only helped her efforts, but Sapphire was quick to at-least shoot back some attitude. "Y-you wish, bench-warmer!  I'm just thinking about h-how much b-better Jasper's dick is than yours!"  Her loud moans belied her act, but Amethyst didn't care either way.  The raucous girl grabbed Sapphire's chin and hair, pulling her mouth onto the fat cock in front of her. "Quit yer yappin' and put that mouth to better use!"  She began fucking Sapphire's mouth deep, her fat balls slapping against the blue gem's chin with every thrust into her throat.  Sapphire gagged and choked again, but resistance was waning as a sudden orgasm rocked her body.   She came hard onto Ruby's dick, girly-cum dripping down her thighs and getting her all messy again as the crimson girl fucked her right through the orgasm and carried on. "Take this, you fucking whore!"  Ruby cried out in pleasure, and with the intensity of a thousand stressful nights being relieved all at once into a dripping, needy pussy.  Sapphire gave what could have been an elongated moan, if Amethyst's cock hadn't been pumping in and out of her throat and distorting it all the while.  As Sapphire reached her second rapid-fire orgasm, with her crimson lover nonstop pounding her through them both, she began to feel a major pressure building up below and knew what was coming.  She couldn't articulate it, however, with the thick meat filling her throat, and was forced to suffer it entirely. Meanwhile, Ruby's orgasm hit her like the aftershocks of an earthquake, sending shivers through her body in waves as she dumped her balls inside of the blue gem beneath her.  Her hips jerked without rhythm or grace, pure animal pleasure driving her cock inside Sapphire over and over again as it pumped her full of cum. "Ah, yeah, take every drop you needy bitch," the scarlet girl started, sweat dripping down her brow and chest.  She felt the trembling in Sapphire's hips a moment before the pressure inside her, and it caught her off guard.  When Sapphire's body got hit with the shakes of her squirting orgasm, it startled Ruby so much that the crimson girl's cock slipped right out and Sapphire finally had her release.  The blue gem emptied herself all over the lockerroom floor, and even Amethyst popped out of her mouth in surprise. "Woah, I think we struck oil!  Look at this slut gush," she added with a cackle.  The gem jerked herself off in front of Sapphire's face, watching in awe as the smaller girl finished squirting and was left trembling and clinging to the bench.  Amethyst grunted and groaned, running her hand over her saliva-slick shaft while her other hand massaged her own fat balls.  In a few moments, she let out a long, loud sigh of relief and emptied her balls all over Sapphire's face, the blue gem too exhausted to do anything about it.  Amethyst laughed again, managing to get out "Nice make-up job, you look way better this way" in between her heavy breaths and panting. The trio took a collective moment to recover, but Amethyst was the first to get back into things.  She did a leapfrog over Sapphire, landing behind her and turning around to grope her ass while massaging her own cock.  The purple girl quickly grew hard and again slapped Sapphire's ass, laughing. "Hope you're ready for round two, 'cause I'm gonna RUIN that cunt!"   Sapphire looked back over her shoulder at the loud, boisterous gem behind her and was reminded in all the right ways about her flings with Jasper, and it rekindled the need inside her.  She gripped the bench and reset her position, then suddenly turned and backhanded Amethyst across the face.  The purple gem just took the hit and laughed. "Ha, I like this game!"  She hauled back and socked Sapphire in the cheek, sending the blue gem reeling back.  It wasn't enough to cause any real damage; Amethyst knew how to roughhouse proper, and that meant knowing when to pull punches.  But it was enough to sting, and she took the opportunity to lunge forward and grab Sapphire's shoulders, slamming them down onto the bench that was already covered in their sweat and cum.  Amethyst manhandled the girl, brutally wrestling her into a position wherein Sapphire's back was resting on the bench while her head hung back over the edge. Amethyst grabbed the other gem's wrists and held them up in the air, preventing Sapphire from fighting back any further as she slammed her hips in between the other girl's legs.  She guided her fat, hard dick up against the gem's used pussy and pushed it in without warning.   Sapphire let out a mix of a moan and a gasp, her wrists and cheek hurting but her pussy brimming with pleasure as the larger, stronger girl fucked Ruby's cum out of her.  It gushed out around Amethyst's cock and dripped down her balls and Sapphire's ass, both of which began to repeatedly make contact as the purple gem started to thrust. Ruby looked on in awe as Amethyst began to fuck her girlfriend like an animal.  She blushed, the sounds of Sapphire's moans mixing with the rhythmic slapping putting a heat inside her.  It built quickly, and Ruby felt her sticky, cum-covered cock quickly become erect.  She couldn't stand the way Sapphire occasionally threw glances at her, either, tongue hanging out and moans escaping without a care in the world. Without a word, Ruby hopped back to her feet and went around to the other side of the bench.  She looked down at the ecstasy-filled face of her lover, lowered her cock to Sapphire's mouth, and slowly inserted it inch-by-inch.  Without slowing down, Ruby pushed every inch of her cock into Sapphire's throat, and didn't stop until she felt her hips bump against the gem's mouth. "I hope you're ready to lose that beautiful singing voice," the scarlet gem murmured, moments before she pulled slowly out and then thrust back in.  Ruby began fucking her partner's throat with reckless abandon, drawing gags and coughs from Sapphire but not even bothering to give her a chance to breath for more than a second.  She felt the immediate relief of pleasure washing over her cock, Sapphire's throat relaxing as the saliva made it easier to handle, and picked up the pace until she was burying it all the way in every single thrust. Sapphire was being absolutely thrashed by the other two gems, and she couldn't even struggle if she wanted to.  After a moment of weakness, she managed to get one hand free from Amethyst's grip. "Oh no you don't!" The purple gem yanked her own top off, exposing her gorgeous tits and curves, but more importantly the gem at the center of her chest.  She reached up and summoned her whip, all the while still thrusting into her fucktoy with reckless abandon.  Amethyst unfurled her whip with style and then reached down, brutishly snagging Sapphire's wrists and wrapping them too tightly with the weapon.  With one hand, the purple gem raised her whip in the air and held it there to keep Sapphire's hands aloft.   With the other, she reached down and started roughly fingering the girl's clit. The blue gem couldn't see what was happening for the most part, having to feel it out.  After all, Ruby's fat balls were repeatedly bouncing against her face.  The sweaty flesh pounded her nose while the heavy, musky scent pounded her senses, and combined with the rough treatment and stimulation, it all turned Sapphire into a drooling mess.  She just had to sit there, getting filled from both sides by her friends while they teased and groped her body.  Ruby was joining the fun now, too, pinching Sapphire's nipples and occasionally grabbing her breasts to fuck her even harder. It wasn't long until Sapphire was cumming again, moaning and gagging on her lover's cock as Amethyst pounded her through the orgasm to rapidly build another.  She couldn't beg for a break, couldn't speak up about her body's rapid fatigue.  She couldn't even tease Ruby, which was arguably her favorite past-time.  It was torture, and heaven, and she didn't even realize how sore it was making her until she heard the other two gems start losing control of their voices. "Oh f-fuck, I hope you're ready for a big load!" Amethyst barked, her thrusts becoming desperate and reckless.  Ruby wasn't saying anything, just moaning and gasping in her rough little voice.  It drove Sapphire crazy, really. Amethyst dropped her whip, grabbing onto Sapphire's hips and holding on for dear life as her thrusts lost all rhythm.  She let her tongue loll out, looking like an animal as she fucked the gem like a ragdoll, drooling all over herself. "I hope you're ready for me to dump my balls inside your girlfriend!" she shouted, before her voice was lost to animalistic grunts and very loud moans.  At this rate, the whole school would hear, but not one of the three gems cared even a little.  Amethyst gave a long, loud groan as she slammed all the way inside, her fat balls twitching against Sapphire's cum-covered ass.  She emptied her balls out inside of the blue gem's fucked, used pussy and let out a slow "Gooooooo~d" while Sapphire helplessly made noises against the cock fucking her throat. Ruby made one last thrust, at least for a moment, as she buried herself deep inside her lover's mouth.  She felt her balls pound Sapphire's face one final time and then start to twitch as they pumped every last drop of her cum down the other girl's throat.  The scarlet gem made a small show of it, reaching down past Sapphire to grab her long, gorgeous hair and yank on it, forcing her face even deeper into Ruby's crotch if that were even possible. "You're gonna- ahh~ fuck- gonna have to take a hundred showers to get the smell of my ball sweat off your face.  Give -oh!- give Japser a big kiss for me when you see that dumb bitch." The red-tinted girl gave a last few, slow thrusts into Sapphire's mouth.  Cum and saliva came out as Sapphire gagged on her cock again, the juices mixing and spilling out onto her chin and face.  She sputtered and coughed as Ruby finally pulled all the way out and fell back onto her ass, slowly stroking her own cock as it got softer and her orgasm ebbed away.  Sapphire turned over onto her stomach and coughed, cum and spit spattering the floor.  Amethyst gave her ass one last, loud swat and pulled out, their cum spilling out of Sapphire's used pussy and dripping down her ass to the floor. "Ah, fuck yeah," the purple gem said as she fell back against a locker, a look of pure heaven on her face, "remind me to take this cunt out back whenever I need to empty my balls again." Sapphire turned over fully on the bench and rested for a moment, still massaging her ruined throat and waiting for the throbbing pain in both ends to go away.  Damn, it was almost worth a regeneration just to get everything back to normal.  The pleasure that slowly washed over her from head to toe was worth it, but she'd never admit that. Sapphire slowly stood up and reached down to grab her discarded towel, using it to wipe off her face and then her pussy.  She gave one last, small clearing of her throat and looked down at her spent lover, who was cockily grinning back up at her.  She hadn't even taken off the top parts of her uniform yet, what a mess.  Sapphire threw the cum-stained towel right onto Ruby's face and turned around to see her other friend still milling about as well. "See something you like, baby?" Amethyst said with a chuckle. The blue gem rolled her eyes and pushed Amethyst aside, getting into her locker to bring out her change of clothes and finally get dressed.   When Ruby pulled the towel off her face, Sapphire was already pulling a pair of panties over her messy crotch.  The blue beauty finished getting changed while her two friends oggled her, and she wouldn't admit it but feeling their eyes burning against her body was another huge turn-on.   She turned to leave, walking towards the door. "I'll let Jasper know you said hi.  If I can even get a word out, that is." The locker room door slammed shut, leaving Ruby and Amethyst sitting there.  The purple gem turned to her friend, who hadn't picked her chin up off the ground yet. "Haha, you just got BLASTED Little Red!"