#can he pls be our coach next?

[debinhas-bicycle]

Tony Gustavsson passes the vibe check every time I see him.

[bingbongsupremacy]

This might be bad but could you write a Steve Harrington story where he left the reader for nancy after they were secretly dating bc she’s plus sized. Then once he cleans up his act he writes her a letter. I was thinking it could be based on closure by Taylor Swift! Thank you !

Closure

This isn't bad ! I can totally do that. I listened to the song for the first time today so I hope you like this! Also, This is going to be a two part piece. I wanted to give some background context so that's what this first part is about. I'll be working on part 2 soon. I hope you don't mind.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus size!reader

Warnings: I'm not a basketball player nor have I ever been a manager. Honestly I've never really been to a basketball game so I'm not sure if this is all super accurate. Pls let me know. Cursing, Use of Y/N, use of the word girl, some self doubt.

Series Summary: You never knew Steve could be so shallow. When he leaves you to date Nancy Wheeler, you're left with a pain you thought he'd never leave cause you. Maybe you should've stayed friends.

*Not Proof Read* Stranger Things Masterlist

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*****

Teenage love. Powerful. Fast. Fun. Potent.

The first boy I fell in love with was Steve Harrington. How couldn't I have? His perfect hair. Beautiful eyes. His flirty smile.

Every girl liked Steve at one point or another.

Steve and I grew up together in Hawkins. We never had the same classes together, but boy, I knew of Steve. We finally officially met in high school when I became the manager for the Hawkins High Basketball team.

Freshman Year - 1981

" Alright guys, huddle up. " Coach Ryan shouts to the sweaty boys drilling around the gym. " This is our manager. You will treat them with respect, you hear? I want none of that bullshit that went on last year. You got that Seniors? " Coach Ryan sends a pointed look at the upperclassmen. " If I hear of anyone disrespecting our manager, you'll be running on bleachers for the next month. I'm serious. "

What an introduction.

I shift slightly, a little uncomfortable with the gazes of the boys. I send a small smile to the team, trying to calm myself. " Hey, guys. Let me know if you need anything. " I scan the group in front of me. My eyes land on a familiar face on the back row. His friendly smile sends a wave of butterflies fluttering throughout my body. My eyes linger on him for a few seconds before I force myself to look away.

The last thing I need is for him to realize I like him. How awkward.

The coach makes a few more announcements before he dismisses the boys to the locker rooms.

" I needs you to gather up the balls and take them back to the equipment room. " Coach Ryan nods in the direction of the small closet on the other side of the room.

" Sure thing! Anything else? " I ask, reaching down to pick up one of the stray balls.

" Not that I can think of. I'll be in my office if you need me. " Coach Ryan nods a goodbye before heading towards the boys locker room where his office is located.

I look around the gym. Abandoned basketballs lay scattered around the gym. This is going to take a minute.

I pull the metal ball holder behind me as I begin picking everything up.

" Here ya go. " A voice startles me from behind.

I turn to see Steve holding two basketballs under his arms. He sends me a small smile.

" Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. " He sets the basketballs on the top rack.

I smile back at him. " It's all good. I scare easily. "

Steve jogs over to one of the balls a few feet away from us, swiftly picking it up.

" Oh, you don't need to do that. I've got it. It's my job anyway. "

Steve shakes his head, a looks piece of hair falling in front of his face. " I don't mind. It's kinda fucked up you have to clean up our mess. "

I shrug. " I mean, I signed up to do it. "

Steve nods. " Why did you sign up to be a manager? "

" Honestly, to get out of class. " I feel heat begin to spread over my face at the sound of Steve's laugh. " I hate biology. "

" Whaddya mean? Mr. Jackson's a world-class comedian. You're telling me you don't like his cell jokes? " Steve grins.

I cringe, memories of Mr. Jackson's awkward dad jokes and the silence following filling my mind. " I could do without. "

" You know, I don't think we've actually ever talked before. " Steve points out while heading towards another ball. Instead of returning it to the cart, he dribbles it towards the hoop closest to us. He shoots it into the hoop, the ball making a loud sound as it returns to the ground.

" Well, we've never had a class together. " I shrug, taking the ball from him as he hands it over to me.

" What a shame. "

Does Steve like talking to me?

" I mean, that doesn't mean we can't start now. We're gonna be stuck together for the next few months. "

Steve picks up the last basketball. " True. I gotta go get changed before my mom gets here. It's been nice. See ya tomorrow? " His eyes steadily hold my gaze.

I nod. " For sure. "

Steve's smile widens slightly. " Later, Y/N. "

" Bye Steve. " My throat feels tight from excitement. I can't believe that just happened. Steve knows I exist. He knows I exist! And he actually likes talking to me! This...this is fucking great.

Sophomore Year - 1982

" Hurry the fuck up, Y/N. " Steve groans, his sweaty forehead pressed against his forearm. He lazily leans against the now empty bleachers, his eyes following me as I finish writing down the total of money the team made off of concessions.

" I told you that you didn't have to wait for me. I have shit to finish up here. " I nod towards the clip board in front of me.

" I'd be a shitty friend if I left you here. What if you get...kidnapped or some shit. I'd be first on the suspect list. "

Friend. I'm only his friend. Gosh, I need to get over this stupid crush. I mean, it's been over a year since we met and he hasn't said anything about liking me. Why would he like me now? He's into girls like Chrissy. Why else would he flirt with girls like her and not with me? If he liked me he'd tell me. Right?

I roll my eyes, trying to shake off my thoughts and focus of the impatient boy in front of me. " Great to see you care about me so much. Definitely isn't because of your reputation. "

Steve lets out a small laugh. " You know I'm fucking with you, right? "

" I know. Look, I'm almost done. Grab your duffle from the locker, will you? By the time you get back I'll have everything finished. Plus it'll give me a break from your whiny ass. " I joke.

" Ouch. And here I thought you loved me. " Steve holds a hand up to his heart, humor clearly in his tone.

For a moment my heart begins to race. Love. He knows? He doesn't know. Shut the fuck up and be normal. He's a friend. Just a friend.

" What made you believe that? Tommy's obviously my number 1. "

I'm not the biggest fan of Tommy. He's hot a cold. Somedays he's decent, other days he's a complete shit head. He's changed a lot since middle school.

For a moment something flashes over Steve's expression. Surprise maybe? Annoyance? As quickly as it comes it's gone. His playful expression returns. " I'll be sure to let him know that. "

" Don't you fucking dare! " My head snaps towards him. " I'll kill you, Harrington. I'm not even joking. He'll never let me live that shit down, even if it's a lie. And Carol will beat the shit out of me. "

Steve raises an eyebrow in amusement. He leans back against the bleachers, crossing his arms. " Don't worry, I'll sell tickets for the show. I'll even cheer you on. "

I roll my eyes. " Of course you would. "

" I'm gonna go grab my stuff before the janitors lock the locker rooms up for the night. " Steve laughs, pushing himself up. " Hurry the fuck up before I leave you here. "

" You wouldn't dare. "

" Watch me. " With that, he strolls towards the direction of the locker rooms. His strides ooze with confidence, a kind only Steve can emit.

Steve truly is one of a kind.

Junior Year - 1983

" Are you going to prom? " Steve asks out of the blue. He doesn't bother looking up from his text book.

I swallow harshly, heat climbing up my cheeks. I hate when people ask me this. " Nah. Prom's overrated. "

Steve's eyebrow quirks up. " So you're a dance hater? "

I shrug. " I just don't see what the big deal is. Blowing a ton of cash for one night? I'd rather buy new records. " I debate whether or not to tell him the next part. " Plus no one's asked me. " They never do. Why would they when they could ask someone like Carol or Chrissy?

Steve finally looks up at me, his gaze finally meeting mine. Shock is evident in his expression. " Really? You haven't been asked? "

I shake my head, heat crawling up my face again. " Why would I? In case you haven't noticed, I don't really have a ton of guy friends. And my friend pool isn't the largest. "

Steve sends me a sympathetic smile.

Instead of comforting me, it annoys me. He doesn't understand. He's had girls asking him out and asking him to dances from the moment he was allowed to go to dances.

" Anyone would be lucky to take you. You're a great person, Y/N. "

I roll my eyes, laughing slightly. " Yeah. Lucky. "

Steve's eyebrows furrow. " Why are you laughing? I'm serious. You're like the coolest person I know. "

" Then you have a very unique perspective of the word cool. " I glance up at the clock on the wall behind him. " Shit, I told my mom I'd run to the store and pick up some potatoes for dinner. I'm gonna be late. I gotta go. " I rush to gather my notebooks off of the library table.

" Do you want me to take you? " Steve asks, getting up after me.

I shake my head. " It's fine. It's just down the street. You keep studying. Lord knows you need to. Gotta pass that calc test in Jones' class tomorrow. " Truthfully, I just want to get out of this conversation and I'm worried that if Steve gives me a ride it'll just reignite the topic.

" Are you sure? I really don't mind taking you. I can always study at home. "

" I'm fine Steve. Plus, if you try to 'Study' at home, you're not going to get anything done. I know you. "

Steve rolls his eyes. " I love your confidence in me. With your reassuring words I can do anything. "

I let out a small laugh. " Shut up. "

Steve grins.

Fuck he's perfect.

I need to get out of here.

" I'll see ya later Steve. " I wave at him, pulling my bookbag over my shoulder.

" Later, Y/N. Walk safe. Call me in an hour or two so I know you weren't kidnapped or forced to join a circus. " Steve's joking but a part of his expression seems serious. Like he's actually worried about me.

I let out a sigh. " I'll be fine but I'll call you. "

I wish I was the type of person boys would ask out. The type that don't have to do anything for people to crush on them.

But I'm not.

++++++

" Y/N, Steve's here! " My mothers voice calls up to me.

What? Why's Steve here?

Confused, I head downstairs. As soon as I reach the bottom my eyes widen. Steve's still in the doorway, a small box in his hands. His hair is styled perfectly, like always. He's dressed in a fancy suit, something I've only seen him do for fall sport award nights or very special occasions.

" What the...? " I finally get to the bottom of the stairs. " Steve? What's going on? "

" You're going to Prom with me. " Steve holds out the box, his comment more of a statement then a question.

" I don't have an outfit! " I protest, confusion still fogging my mind.

" Just put on whatever you have. Come on, Y/N. It's prom. You need to experience it at least once. Why not with me? "

I feel my stomach begin to churn. Steve's taking me to prom? What fucking dream have I been blessed with?

I chew on my bottom lip. " I'll be back. " I turn to run back up the stairs.

I can't believe I'm going to prom with Steve.

I do my best to get dressed quickly. I manage to find a semi appropriate outfit for the dance and we head out.

" Dinner first. The dance is at 9. " Steve pulls into a familiar diner. It's the diner the whole team eats at after winning a game.

" Oh, you forgot to put on your corsage. " Steve opens the small box, gently taking out a beautiful corsage.

" Oh Steve, you really didn't have to do that. " I stare down at the beautiful flowers. " This is too much. "

Steve shakes his head. " I want you to have a prom to remember. You deserve it. "

I send him a smile. " Thank you. You...you're really the best. "

His smile widens, sending butterflies through my body. He gently puts the corsage onto my wrist. His fingers are cool. They leave tingly sensations on the skin he touches.

For a moment it's silent. I try to find a way to calm my nerves.

He's your friend. Just a friend.

" Actually, Y/N. I also wanted to talk to you about something. " Steve breaks the comfortable silence.

" Yeah? Go for it. " I take a sip of my water, my eyes staying on him.

For the first time he looks nervous. Like he has so much to say but he doesn't know how to.

" Are you okay? " I ask, slightly concerned. He's always so confident. He knows who he is and he's proud of it. It's something I've always admired.

Steve nods, pulling his eyes away from his water cup. " I'm just going to say it. Fuck. " He runs a hand through his hair.

My heart begins to pound faster. What's going on?

" Fuck, I hope this doesn't make things weird. That's the last thing I want. Look, I really like having you as a friend... " He starts.

What the fuck is he going to say? Now I'm nervous. Does he have another girlfriend? Someone who doesn't like him being friends with me?

"-But...fuck, look I like you. " He blurts out, a small blush crawling up his cheeks. " I've liked you for years and I really want to be more than friends. And...I don't know if this makes it weird. If you don't like me, I completely understand. We can just pretend this shit didn't happen and go to prom and never talk about it again. I really don't want to make you uncomfortable-" Steve rambles.

" Steve. " I try to interrupt.

" It's just been something I've struggled with for years and fuck, I don't want to keep it from you. Not when we could potentially be something more. I mean - "

" Steve. " I try a little more forcefully.

Steve's clearly stuck in his head because he doesn't seem to hear me.

"-I just don't want to have any regrets. Especially about you-"

" Fucking hell. Steve Harrington, I need you to shut the fuck up for a second. " I say louder, attracting the attention from an older couple nearby. " Sorry. "

Steve looks at me with wide eyes, clearly not expecting my reaction.

" Let me talk. Please. " I look into his eyes, excitement bubbling in my chest. " I like you to. Fuck, I never thought this would happen. "

Steve breaks into a wide grin. His shoulders relax and he seems less tense. " You do? "

I laugh slightly. " I mean, yeah. You're funny, you're talented, you're nice. You're the whole package. Steve, you're one of the kindest people I know. It's hard not to like you. "

" Oh my...thank god. I was so nervous you weren't going to feel the same. " Steve leans back into the booth seat he's in across from me.

" Me too. "

Today really has to be a dream.

" So...do you want to be my partner? " Steve asks, his gaze holding mine.

I smile. " I'd love to. "

Senior Year - 1984

" I'll see you after class? " Steve grins at me. He pushes away from the lockers he was leaning on.

" Of course. I'll meet you at your car. "

I watch as Steve walks away. He's immediately swallowed up by the crowd.

Thing's have been pretty good. Ever since we started going steady, things have been really nice. Of course, some people in the school don't really approve. It's hard to ignore sometimes but we try. Not everyone agrees that Steve should date someone like me.

It hurts.

But what's important is that we're still together. Despite the shit people say, we're trying.

Sometimes I can see it gets to Steve. He's lost a bit of respect. It's so fucking stupid. I don't understand why people think it's so important for him to date a certain type of person.

Sometimes I feel guilty for us dating. Sometimes his teammates can be dicks. They don't see what he sees in me.

It doesn't matter. As long as we're both happy, that's what's important.

++++++

" Look, we need to talk. "

Those are the first words I hear when I get into Steve's car. His jaw is tight. He avoids looking at me.

" Oh, yeah. What's up? " I ask, confused about what's going on. " Are you alright? You look tense. Did something happen in fifth period? "

" We need to break up. " Steve blurts out. He still avoids my gaze.

My eyes widen. " What? What's going on? Steve, look at me? "

" I'm done, Y/N. I need out of this relationship. "

What the fuck happened? We were fine literally an hour ago. What the fuck is going on?

" Why? Steve, what the fuck are you talking about? "

I feel my heart begin to break at his words.

Steve shakes his head. " I just-look, you're a nice girl, Y/N. But...I can't date you anymore. " His voice waivers slightly.

" Steve, what did I do? " My voice crackles. I feel tears prick at the back of my eyes. " What the fuck happened? "

" We don't look good together, Y/N. "

His excuse is fucking stupid.

" Since when have you cared about what other people think? Why now? "

Steve swallows harshly. " It's different now...I...you...we can't do this. You hear what they say about us, Y/N, don't you? What they say about you? "

Anger begins to bubble inside of me. This is what it's about. " It's me. You're embarrassed of me. " I'm silent for a second, trying not to let the tears come out. " Fuck you, Steve. "

Finally Steve looks up at me, hurt flashing over his face.

" You're an asshole, you know that? Since when have you given a fuck about someone elses' opinion? You're really doing this because of what other people have said? You're just like fucking Tommy, you know that? Like all of the other shallow assholes going to our school. " I open my door. " I hope you're happy. You'll finally get your spot as King of Hawkins back. I wish I'd never met you, Steve. "

" Y/N-" Steve begins, his arm reaching towards me. " I'm sorry- "

" Fuck you. " I slam his door, rushing away from his car. I hear a snicker as I walk past a few of the cars. Tommy and Carol whisper to each other, their harsh gazes glaring holes into my frame.

Steve's always had a bit of a reputation for being a dick to certain people. He's had a bit of a bullying streak. I thought that shit was over. I thought he'd grown out of it, I mean he was never mean to me.

I was wrong.

+++++++

Two days later he started dating Nancy Wheeler and I quit being a manager for the basketball team.

Fuck you Steve Harrington.

[4unnyr0se]

Hi love your writing!! I havent touched HQ in 3 years but Im starting to love old characters I use to fall in love with like Asahi, Oikawa, Bokuto etc,,, so as my first req, could you pls write fem! Reader x Bokuto fluff in HS?

Like Bokuto trying to court the reader. How would that go? And how did he finally ask us out?

Feel free to ignore this if you dont like the idea! Ty for ur time 🤍❤️🤍

❥ young love at fukurodani | kotaro bokuto

warnings: none that i can think of. this is pure fluff

MDNI | No 18+ content, I just don't want minors interacting with my blog

word count -> 1.6k

okay so aaaa this didn't rlly follow the ask bc all he does is ask reader to tutor him and then cute stuff happens but i can make a hc of it probably tonight or tomorrow?? also i wrote this when i was having tummy issues so im very sorry if its horrible. i love u!

got a request? my asks are open!

Bokuto wasn’t one to get embarrassed that easily. Sure, he did embarrassing things but didn’t know they were embarrassing. They were part of his boyish charm, which people loved about him…right? Of course, they did. He was Kotaro Bokuto. He was Fukurodani’s ace, and the people loved him for it. So why, if he was so confident, did he get awkward and embarrassed around you, his pretty classmate?

Saying you were gorgeous was an understatement. He couldn’t find the right words to describe you to his friends, mainly Akaashi. “She’s just like, y’know? And I’m like, oh damn! She’s cute as fuck!” Boktuo would make various gestures with his hands as he and Akaashi sat on the steps leading to the gym, sipping cola from the vending machine. “What do I do, Akaashi? She’s so pretty, and I’m pretty too! The only problem is that everyone else in our year thinks so, too…do I even have a shot?”

Akaashi would offer him a pitiful smile, rubbing his back in assurance. “Well, isn’t she one of the smartest in our year?”

“Yeah, smart and pretty. She’s so fucking perfect, I wish you could see her.” he pouted.

“Well, the answer is simple,” Akaashi said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. Ask her for help with homework; god knows you need it.”

“Hey! I got a 41 on my chemistry test!” Bokuto yelled at Akaashi as the setter entered the gym. But he did have a point, like always. Bokuto decided then and there that he would ask you to tutor him tomorrow, no matter how anxious he was. Anxiety was for suckers anyway.

“Hey, wait up!” Bokuto ran after you as you exited your classroom, papers flying out of his messy bookbag that was riddled with stains from only God knows what. “I gotta ask you a question!”

You stopped walking and turned your heel, raising an eyebrow as the Fukurodani captain barreled towards you. “Hey, what’s up, Bokuto? How’s volleyball going? Are we headed to nationals?” you asked, placing a hand on your hip. God, even the way you held yourself was perfect. Were you an actual goddess, or was Bokuto just lovestruck?

Bokuto finally caught up to you, leaning against the hallway walls in an attempt to appear suave and put-together. His messy uniform didn’t help his cause, but he forgot to look neat today. And every day after that. “Uh, I was wondering if you understood what we were assigned in English yesterday? I don’t understand any of it to save my skin, hah,” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes. “Did you get what our teacher was saying?”

“Yeah, it was really simple. Just basic grammar and syntax structures. Was it complicated for you?” you tilted your head to the side.

“I don’t really get it. Wanna tutor me at my house today? I can get you snacks!” he offered you a crooked smile, leaning forward so his golden eyes peered into yours. “C’mon, please? The coach will kick my ass if I don’t get my grades up, and I have a game next week! Pretty please?” he folded his hands in prayer, his bottom lip in a childish pout.

You smiled and nodded, grabbing him off the wall. Bokuto blushed at the sudden contact, noticing how neat you kept your fingernails compared to his own. Yours were neatly polished to perfection while he bit his nails almost constantly, and being a wing spiker didn’t come with having good-looking nails. 

“Where’s your house? Is it walking distance?” you let go of his hand, much to Bokuto’s dismay. 

“Yeah, it’s about five minutes from here. Wanna stop at a convenience store on the way? I’m really hungry.” he rubbed his stomach as you two walked out the nearest exit, your messenger bag dangling over your shoulder. 

“Only if you’re paying,” you joked, rubbing his shoulder. Bokuto could have sworn his heart stopped right then and there. Were you actually flirting with him, or were you just really touchy? Either way, it was a win in his book. 

“Sure, I don’t mind. Anything for a pretty girl like yo-” Bokuto stopped his sentence, smacking his hand over his mouth. “I-I mean, why wouldn’t I mind? I’m a captain, after all. It’s my job to provide for my teammates!”

“But I’m not on any sports teams. I’m not your teammate.” you deadpanned, 

“You know what I mean!” Bokuto whined, wiping his forehead of the sweat that was slowly starting to gather. “Damn, it’s a hot one today. Why won’t they let the guys wear shorts? Do they want us to die of heat stroke or something?”

“I honestly have no idea,” you sighed, walking under the shade of the convenience store roof. “Wait a minute,” you instructed, placing your messenger bag on the hot pavement. You shrugged off your school blazer and wrapped it around your waist tightly in an attempt to cool you off. You also rolled up the sleeves of your white blouse, loosening your collar. “Sorry, I’m just really warm. At least we get to wear skirts, right?” you offered him a lopsided smile.

Bokuto’s heart pounded in his chest. “Uh, yeah, you girls are so lucky. Wearing skirts must feel awesome.”

“It’s awesome until you catch someone trying to look it up,” you mumbled in annoyance, hoisting your bag over your shoulders. 

“What the actual fuck? Who was it? I’ll murder them! I'll text Konoha too; he’ll definitely want in on it,” Bokuto clenched his fists together, walking into the store with you. “I’m sorry that happened to you, honestly.

You shrugged your shoulder and rummaged through the ice cream pin, choosing a passionfruit-flavored ice bar. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I barely know you, anyways.”

“That doesn’t mean that I can’t protect you from jerks like that guy,” Bokuto angrily shoved his hands in his pockets, tapping his foot on the tile. He fished about 400 yen out of his pocket and handed it to the cashier, ushering you out of the shop as quickly as possible. 

“What was that for?” you asked, unwrapping the popsicle. 

“I didn’t like how he looked at you, that’s all.” Bokuto huffed. He made grabby motions for your bookbag, which you handed to him with a confused look on your features. “Let me carry that, please. You’re too pretty to carry heavy stuff around like that all day.”

You paused your walk and stared at Bokuto, blushing softly. “You think I’m pretty?” 

Bokuto slowly nodded and gave you a crooked smile, blushing in turn. “Yeah, I really do. I was afraid to tell you before, but now I’m all fired up. I wanna protect you from creeps, y’know?”

You popped the ice treat out of your mouth and stepped forward, smiling softly. “We barely know each other, and you want to keep me safe? We haven’t even hung out once.”

“We’re heading to my house right now, aren’t we?” Bokuto shrugged, his blush not fading. 

You chuckled and took another step forward, the tips of your noses brushing against each other. “Yeah, I guess we are,” you whispered, your lips dangerously close to his own. “You know, I always thought you were kind of cute. In the athletic kind of way, I suppose.”

Bokuto dropped the bags he held onto the hot concrete beneath you, praying they wouldn’t roll down the hill you were standing on. You two were in a remote location, and the tension was thick. “You think I’m cute?” he tilted his head to the side, his eyelids dropping halfway. 

“Mhm,” you purred, your popsicle dripping from the intense heat. “Super cute.”

“Fuck,” Bokuto’s hands hovered above your waist, unsure of what you wanted him to do. “Uh, is it okay if I kiss you? Please, cutie?” he quietly pleaded, your lips basically touching at this point. 

You smiled and nodded, holding your melting popsicle behind your back. “Mhm, it’s okay.”

Bokuto smiled as his lips interlocked with yours for a minute, savoring the sweet passionfruit flavor that coated them. His hands squeezed your waist childishly, never wanting this moment between the two of you to end. This kiss was exactly how he dreamed it would be, soft and perfect. Just like you.

You pulled away after a bit and giggled, your popsicle having since fallen onto the heated pavement. Your sticky hands cupped his face, the pads of your thumbs running over his defined cheekbones. “You’re a good kisser,” you pecked his forehead bravely. “Like, a really good kisser.”

“Same to you, cutie,” his hands left your waist, choosing to instead secure your wrists. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that. So. Fucking. Long.”

 A chuckle escaped your lips as your hands fell to your waist again, intertwining your fingers with Bokuto’s. You had never notified it before, but he was much bigger than you. It made you feel safe and secure. Protected. “We should probably get to your house to study, shouldn’t we?” 

“Aw, I was having so much fun kissing you on the sidewalk!” Bokuto pretended to whine, kicking a loose pebble that was in his way. He easily picked up the bags with his spare hand and tossed them over his broad shoulder. 

“Tell you what,” you squeezed his hand. “For every question you get right, I’ll give you a kiss. Does that sound like a fair deal?”

“Hell yeah, it does!” Bokuto kissed you on the cheek in excitement. He practically skipped to his house with you in tow, excited for what the rest of the day would have in store.

[agendabymooner]

the vibing allan and the reluctant ken ! mick s. x ofc (filipino!ofc)

summary: mick schumacher just wants a break from arthur leclerc.

OR the young monegasque has a bad habit of third wheeling. thankfully, mick learned how to be patient as he took care of sebastian vettel's kids with his girlfriend. will he be able to apply these skills as the couple and their third wheel travel to another country?

content warning: use of explicit language, platonic!third wheel!arthur leclerc x ofc, mentions of sebastian vettel x ofc (bel vettel), bf!mick x bbf!arthur banter, chaos and crack fic, arthur drives for ferrari, baby kimi vettel is of age for karting ❤️

note: i've had this in my mind since this morning. enjoy xx

masterlist

i. this ken's job is karting coach

ii. the vettel child treatment™ (philippine edition)

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user1 this man riles up mick for no reason and i love him so much for it

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mickschumacher you are so not invited to the next trip, leclerc 😠

arthur_leclerc now mick-

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[barcalover86]

hiii i love ur writing sm 💗💗

could you pls write something about how gavi sprains/breaks his ankle badly during a game bc he gets fouled and is in a lot of pain (write about the moment he gets injured DETAILED) and his gf is the peri medical doctor and has to calm him down on the field and his teammates and coaches are rly worried that it’s a serious injury since he’s such a warrior and never cries like he did after this injury ❤️‍🩹 and she comforts him but is super worried abt him and takes him to the ambulance so that she can take him to the hospital. sry it’s so specific loll

thanks so much have a great rest of your day!!!!!!!!!

End of the season

Part 2

Everything was going fine, Barca was leading, and it was almost the end of the game.

You were gently watching your players run on the side of the field, being really careful if you'd see someone who seemed to have some discomfort so that you could tell Xavi to take them out. You had enough players that were injured, and you didn't need one more. Seven were enough for you to take care of.

Everyone seemed to be just fine, and you relaxed a bit in your chair.

Ferran quickly got your attention, seeing him sign speaking to you.

"5 more minutes" you replied to him, which he nodded thankfully.

Right when you turned your gaze on Gavi, you saw how some player got into him hard, ending with your poor boyfriend's ankle to be left out behind.

The whole stadium started to make noises, and at first, you thought that it wasn't something really serious and just a trick to save some time.

But after seconds have pasted and Gavi was still on the floor, you ran to him with your medical bag to see if he really was okay.

Next to you were two more doctors, and together, you crossed the field the faster you could.

The closer you'd get, the more you realize that he is in a lot of pain.

You got there the first one, asking as calm as you could if it hurts him.

He only nodded, not being able to form some words out of his mouth.

You turned your face to Xavi, who was desperate waiting for an answer.

"It's serious," you said to him, and he signed, putting both of his hands on his face.

When the fans realized that Gavi couldn't finish the game, they started to shout his name out in support.

You turned again facing Gavi now. All cameras were on you.

"Is is bad, y/n?" Pedri asked you and you only sighed. He got his answer by that.

"Could we help you in any way?" Ferran asked you and you shook your head.

"Just let us do our job."

They nodded, leaving you alone with your medical team.

Gavi was moving a lot, trying to ease the pain he was having.

"Stop moving, you'll make it worst."

"We have to get his shoe off. Help me, y/n."

While you undid his shoelaces, you kissed his forehead. He really needed your love in this moment.

The two men took him in their arms, getting him off the field. You were following them with his shoe in your hands.

Everyone now, fans, coaches, players, were clapping giving their support to Gavi.

The game still had to be continued. Five more minutes.

"Y/n, please stay here while we take care of Gavi. If someone else gets injured, just tell Xavi to find me and I'll come quickly."

"Marc, please let her come with me." Gavi begged with tears in his eyes.

He thought for a second.

"Go."

"Thank you!" you replied, running to Gavi.

The game was finished with the victory of Barcelona. The players ran as fast as they could to the medical center.

"Is he ok??"

"It seemed like he broke his ankle."

"I knew it was bad. I've never seen him in that much pain before." Pedri replied and you turned your face on the floor.

"Don't worry, y/n. I know he'll be alright. He is strong." He put his hand on your shoulder, while looking at Gavi who was drinking now some water, laying down on a bed.

"Pedri, I'm certified in sports medicine. It's really, really bad."

When the players heard that, they started to get really worried. He was too young to have serious injuries.

"How long it will take him to come back?"

You thought a bit.

"It depends a lot on his recovery, but what I can tell you surely is that this season for him is over."

"But- is it really that bad?" Balde asked, panicking.

"She literally told us that it is, idiot! Does he know it yet, y/n/n?" (your nickname)

You shook your head.

"I'll tell him after we go to the hospital. We need to do some tests to see if only the ankle is broken and nothing else was hurt during the contact."

They all nodded and left.

You sitted down next to Gavi, smiling at him softly.

"We need to go to the hospital to set some tests, ok?"

"But I don't want to!" he whined like a baby. You knew how much he hated going to hospitals.

"It won't hurt more than it hurts you now."

"That's bad then because now I feel like I better die than feel this way."

You looked at him with sad eyes. . Just then he realized what he just said.

"I take that back."

He takes your hand, wanting to feel you close to him.

"How much do I have to stay home?"

"We don't know it yet, Gavi. We'll talk after we go to the hospital, ok?"

After he was done with the tests, he was allowed to go home.

You talked with the medical team , and you'll explain everything to your boyfriend alone. It was the best decision.

"So?" he replied curious, after looking at his tied ankle.

"It's a lot to say."

"Just start."

You go to seat closer to him and he puts his head on your lap.

"You were fouled pretty badly, and your ankle is broken. Luckily, nothing else is injured. You have to rest for two weeks at home, and then you'll have to do recovery sessions for about 2 months."

"So that means that I still can play until the season is over, right? I'll have 3 more months."

"Well, um, no." he raised his eyebrows. "You'll have then another 2 weeks of to rest. Then you'll start playing football again, but alone and slowly. And just then you'll go to train with the team. But you won't play this season because you really need to recover properly."

He looks at you sad.

"But what about playing for the national team? Can I go there?"

"We'll see how you recover." You kiss his nose. "But we can spend more time together. I'll have to take care of you." you smiled at how his face began more happier.

"That's the best news for today."

You kissed his lips, hugging him.

"I'm sure you'll come back stronger, Gavi. I'll make sure of it. I'll prepare you to be in the best shape possible!"

He hugs you back tightly.

"I want cuddles because I feel like crying, y/n/n."

[erikahenningsen]

13 for Regina/Janis pls!

13. “I lost our baby.”

Janis is touching up her eyeliner using the mirror in her locker when Regina's face suddenly appears in the reflection behind her.

"I didn't say Bloody Mary," Janis says, capping the pen.

"You're not funny," Regina deadpans, then holds up a hand when Janis opens her mouth. "I don't care what your mom says. She's lying to you."

Janis rolls her eyes. "Do you need something?"

"Okay, so," Regina starts, "don't be mad."

"Why?" Janis asks, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

"I..." Regina grimaces a little, like she's trying to appear contrite but it's not quite working. "I lost our baby."

"You WHAT?" Janis practically shouts. "Regina, that is half our grade!"

Janis thought those fake babies kids were assigned to take care of to "teach responsibility" (read: scare them out of teen pregnancy) existed only in TV shows and books, but apparently they're part of the North Shore High School health curriculum.

And Janis had the enormous misfortune of being paired with Regina, whose primary contribution to this project has been a Gucci onesie and tiny matching sneakers.

"How do you just lose a baby?" Janis continues.

"I just put her—"

"Them."

"Whatever! I just put them down next to the sink when I went to the bathroom, and when I came out it was gone."

"I can't believe you."

"I'm sorry," Regina says, but she sounds more annoyed than apologetic.

"I never should have entrusted my child—"

"Our child."

"—with you. Have you ever been responsible for anything in your whole life?"

Regina's nostrils flare. "You know I have a horse."

Janis nods. "Certainly harder to lose, but I believe you could do it."

"Fuck off," Regina says, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'll tell Coach Carr it was my fault."

"It is your fault," Janis agrees unnecessarily, because she's kind of enjoying Regina apologizing to her. "You really owe me one."

"I don't owe you shit." Regina points a finger at Janis, practically touching her nose, and that's when Janis realizes how close they're gotten. She can smell Regina's perfume, something warm and vanilla-y, can see where Regina's mascara has flaked just a tiny bit under her eyes, can—if she dips her eyes low enough—see directly down the V neck of Regina's shirt. And oh shit—did Regina notice her looking?

"Looking for something?"

Regina and Janis whip their heads around to see Damian holding the baby doll, his eyes darting between the two of them with his eyebrows raised.

"I found this bebe in the bathroom and thought one of you had forgotten it," he says.

Regina reaches for the doll but Janis grabs it first, holding it protectively to her chest.

"You kidnapped our baby," Regina accuses. She turns to Janis. "See? This wasn't my fault."

"Our child was kidnapped on your watch," Janis says.

"Way to blame the victim," Regina huffs.

"Whatever," Janis says, shouldering her bag and turning to walk away. "I'm filing for divorce as soon as this project is over."

"We're not married!" Regina shouts to Janis's retreating back.

[mochiimadness]

I just threw up- it’s 1:40am

Now you get the turtles reacting to you throwing up :)

Neon Leon

He screams

You’re fighting for your life over the toilet and he’s watching in terror in the background

Collects himself pretty quickly though and portals you some pepto bismol and water

And a ton of mouth wash

Anything else you need- he’s got it for you ready to go

He kneels behind you and rubs your back soothingly

If your hair is long enough to get in the way, he’ll hold it back for you

Helps you clean up after

After you brush your teeth and chug some mouth wash, he’ll give you his shirt and shorts to change into

Cuddles you on the couch and keeps a trash bag next to y’all

Smooches your forehead

Definitely takes a selfie of you two

You look a mess and are wrapped up in a blanket

He’s got an arm around you and looks like a stresssed chihuahua

“It’s to commemorate our first throw up session together!”

Leo why

He posts it

Leo pls-

“I’ve never met anyone who looks as stunning as you while throwing up-“

He’s trying

Don Tron

He’s fighting for his life right next to you

Desperately trying not to throw up too

Talking to himself trying to keep the vomit down

“Keep it down Vomi-tello-“

Watches you throw up more

“Keep it down baby-“

At some point you probably tell him to leave

He runs out

Does come back in once you’re done scarring the toilet

Runs you a hot shower so you can clean up and feel better

If you let him join you he’ll scrub your back for you

If your hair is long enough he’ll help you detangle it

Bonus- you get to gently wash his soft shell too if you feel up to it, a super rare chance

Dries you both off and you both brush your teeth

Challenge each other to see who can gargle mouth wash the longest

Will bring you back to his room and the two of you bundle up into blanket cocoons

Will hold your hand for a bit and apologize for running out

You forgive him

“I can put on a movie if you want?”

Leo definitely has a video of him running out of the bathroom trying not to puke

Mystic Mike

Disappears into his shell from how scared he got when he opened the bathroom door and saw you violating the toilet

Pops back out and gags

Manages not to puke and gets his dry heaving under control before helping you

“Umph- you’re gonna be okay! I believe in you!”

Runs out to snatch a water bottle for you

He will kneel down next to you and massage your shoulders like he’s a boxing coach prepping his fighter

“You can do this!”

Very supportive

Grabs a hair tie to keep your hair out of the way if needed

Once you’re done puking your guts out and brushing your teeth, he gives you the water bottle

Will also give you his clothes to change into

“Aw see- nice and comfy and vomit free! Plus you look adorable!”

Very sweet

Brings you to the kitchen to make you some soup

Insists it’ll help take the bad taste out of your mouth and settle your stomach

Don’t want soup? He’s got icecream!

You two sit in the kitchen and snack until you feel better

You both probably end up passed out on the couch

Raph covers y’all with a blanket

Big Red

Shrieks when he sees you

Is panicking in the background and running back and forth

You’re trying to tell him everything’s okay while puking

“This is fine.” :’)

“I’M SUPPOSE TO BE TELLING YOU THAT!”

Will calm down enough to hunch over you

He’s rubbing your back as gently as he can

Helps you up to the sink when you’re done

He picks you up after you’re done gargling mouthwash and sprints to his room

Puts you on his bed and literally makes a nest out of his blankets and pillows for you

You’re swallowed by a sea of blankets

He runs out and comes back with some pills for nausea and a ton of water bottles

Also has grapes for some reason??

“Okay okay I have pills and water and uh- I wasn’t sure if you wanted a snack so I just brought some grapes!”

He’s so worried

Mother hen

Sees you drowning in pillows and fishes you out while apologizing

Wraps you in a blanket and sits with you in his lap

Will feed you grapes and water

Wraps his arms around you and rocks you gently

I don’t care how tall you are, you are dwarfed in his arms

You’re definitely not getting out of his embrace anytime soon

You fall asleep like that, it’s actually really comforting

10/10 for trying and makes you feel protected

It’s now 2:16am pls send help

This is fine :’)

Not proof read cause I’m tired ;-;

Hope y’all enjoyed! Reblogs appreciated!!

Edit: fixed up some typos! Also I’m doing okay now :3

[hopefulromances]

Long Time Coming I Chapter Three I It's Nice To Have A Friend

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 2498

Warning: I have literally no clue how football works.

A/N: Hey fellas! I hope things are going well for y'all and that you're enjoying the story! I am like a puppy dog and thrive on words of affirmation so if you're enjoying pls let me know!

Prologue One Two

            “She said what?” Keely gaped, looking up from her laptop at Jamie.

            “She said that I made her feel like… like she didn’t deserve to be here,” Jamie repeated, leaning back in his chair.

            “Aw, poor girl,” Keely pouted at him. “What did you say?”

Jamie shrugged. “Nothing, she walked away before I could say anything.”

            “Well, what would you have said if she stayed?” She pressed.

            “I… I don’t know,” Jamie admitted, after a second. “It just made me think about… me dad.” Keely frowned at that. She didn’t know a lot about his dad, Jamie had always stayed mainly private about that part of his life, but what she did know wasn’t great. He continued. “I was just such a dickhead.” Keely snorted. “What? I’m opening me self up to you. Can you try not to laugh at me?”

            “No, Jamie, no! I’m not…” She cleared her throat, trying to appear serious. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just, I’m pretty sure you’ve called yourself a dickhead about a hundred times since you’ve been back.” Jamie rolled his eyes and leaned forward in his chair. “Have you talked to Dr. Fieldstone about it?”

            “Yah, I have. She said I need to forgive me self so I can let them forgive me. Cause if I won’t forgive me why should they. Whatever the fuck that means.” He was frustrated with himself. It was like she could understand what the ball was doing before it even moved. Why couldn't he just tell her that. “I just want her to know I’m sorry. It doesn’t help that the rest of the team hates me to.”

            “Well Jamie, they aren’t going to just forgive you. You have to show them you’ve changed.”

            “Ted said not to buy them all PS5s.”

            “No, not like that! Just… let them show you how to make it up to them,” Keely clarified.

Jamie looked at her for a second processing what she said. “…. Keely?’

            “Yes, Jamie.”

            “Can you return 30 PS5s?”

            “Oh, Jamie.”

The next game was against Coventry City. The coaches didn’t usually spend a lot of time with the lads before games, but I loved the energy in the locker room. I walked around the room, talking with the boys, giving last minute tips, handing out fist bumps. I could feel Jamie’s eyes on me as I did. Every now and then I would glance over at him as he tied his shoes. I warded him off with a small smile, but I didn’t dare get too close to him.             

“(Y/N)! Look at this!” It was Colin, excitedly showing me his boots. “Had Will shine these bad boys this morning.”

            “Yes, Colin your shoes look great,” I rolled my eyes whilst giving Isaac a fist bump.

            “You’re not even looking!”  

I turned a looked at Colin. They did look really great.

            “You know what Colin, those do look great,” I conceded, reaching over to give him a high five.

Just then the sound of stretching tape caught our attention. I turned to see Sam pressing black tape over his Dubai Air logo. Someone cracked some joke about Dubai Air not paying him enough but he quickly explains that it was more than that. That Dubai Air owned by a compnay that was destroying the environment in Nigeria. There was silence in the locker room.

Then Jamie stood up.

I eyed him, ready to step in if he decided to make a stupid decision here. But instead, he stretched the tape and put it over his own Dubai Air logo.

            “Gotta wear the same kit,” he explained. As if it was simple. As if it was expected.

He patted his jersey before tossing the tape into the center console. I studied his face, looking for any signs of mockery, but there was none. Soon the whole team had stripes of black tape over the kits. The whole game, all the focus was on Sam, even though it was Jamie’s big return. But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he celebrated Sam when he returned from the post-game interview. We lost the game, but no one seemed to mind.

            “All I’m saying is that objectively, this red looks better than the blue boots,” Colin insisted, motioning to his feet.

            “Colin, the red is going to get dirty so much more easily than the blue,” I counter, pointing at my own shoes.

            “Now that’s just- “

            “Hey, (Y/N), can I talk to you?” Jamie interrupted.

Colin and I took simultaneous sips of our beer, making eyes at each other before I nodded. Colin took that as his cue to leave, giving Jamie a cheer as he left. Jamie looked down at his shoes, looking a little nervous.

            “What’s up, Jamie?” I asked, trying to force him to meet my eyes. Then he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a ticket. “What is this?”

            “It’s my ticket to your final game at Imperial,” he explained, motioning to the ticket.

Surprised I looked down. Imperial College. Where I had gone to uni and played football all four years. This final game I lead my team to the league championship.

            “I-I don’t under- “

            “Me and some friends had heard about this crazy talented football girl,” he began, still not meeting my eyes. “I thought, there was no way a girl could be as good as they were saying.” He laughed a little. “So, we bought tickets to see you play. And you were that good. Like… even better than they was saying.”

My mouth was agape with surprise. I looked down at the ticket, shaking my head in disbelief.

            “Jamie, I- “

            “Wait, let me finish, please,” he interrupted, again. “You really were incredible that night. I thought I would see you in professionals but.... your name never popped up. Anyways, when I found out you were coming to coach here, I suppose I thought that I needed to prove me self to you. Make myself look bigger and better. But it was really because I was intimidated by you. I was dumb, and really stupid. And I know I’ve been saying it a lot but I really am sorry. I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t good enough for us because the truth is, you’re really better than most of us.”

I was shocked by his sincerity. “Thank you, Jamie.”

He finally looked up at me. His eyes were big and searching, it almost broke my heart. I smile at him and raise my beer towards him.  

            “We’re okay, Jamie,” I reassured him.

His face broke out into a smile, that stupid cocky smile that I had seen so many times before.

            “Good, good,” he clinks his beer against mine. We both took a long sip of the beers looking around at the room.

            “You know, what you did today, for Sam, it was really good of you,” I told him, sincerely.

He shrugged. “Any of the lads would have done it.”

            “But they didn’t, you did,” I press, nudging his shoulder. “It was good.” He kept his cocky smirk, but I could see his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “Doesn’t excuse you playing like rubbish out there today.”

            “What? I did not!”

            “Oh, yes you did!”

The two of us sat there bickering and chatting about the game until long after everyone else had left. But I barely noticed. Jamie was funny. He was sincere and honest in a way I didn’t expect. It was too soon to tell but I felt my heart jump. The same way it had that night with the ghosts. Maybe, just maybe, that Jamie was here again.

I had a routine. Since moving back to Richmond, I stayed in the same schedule. I woke up at 7:00am. Get up, get a quick workout in, shower, eat breakfast, and get to work early so I could have some time on the pitch. Occasionally, when I was leaving my house, I would run into a pap or two asking me some inane questions about my place in the league and what I was doing to single handedly fix sexism in the football industry. Keely just told me to keep my head down and keep walking.

But now there was a new part to my schedule. Now when I arrived at the pitch, Jamie was there waiting for me. We’d play against each other, throwing sharp jabs at one another for whatever tiny mistakes the other would make. It was fun. Jamie was a fun friend. Wasn’t that great. Friends? Almost best friends, I might say. It was distracting.

            ���So, hows that puzzle coming?” Ted asked, as I walked into the coaches room after my daily session with Jamie.

            “Huh? Oh! Good, I suppose? He’s doing well,” I responded, sitting in my seat. “He’s a fun guy to be around.”

Ted gave an understanding grunt. “Aint, that just great. A new friendship. Beard, didn’t I tell you I knew what I was doing.”

            “Don’t gloat,” Beard grunted from behind his book.

            “Hooh! I love it when he gets bitter,” Ted giggled, smiling at me. “Turns his eyes a lovely shade of hazel!”

Beard lowered his book just enough to show me his eyes. They did look lovely.

The game that weekend didn’t go great. We ended up in the video room watching the loss on the television. Isaac’s leadership was taking a steep turn. His fear was coming out in aggressive rages on the field when his teammates didn’t make the plays they were supposed to. After one particularly bad defensive move by Jan Maas, Ted paused the tv.

He began his motivational speech. This time about romcommunism. An interesting play on words about getting through the dark forest of the season.

            “What about aca-teamwork?” I suggested referencing my personal favorite romcom.

            “Oh, that is a Pitch Perfect comparison,” Ted quipped, snapping his fingers. “Becca thought she was cool by trying to be independent but what she needed was teamwork.”

            “But wasn’t the real lesson in Pitch Perfect the understanding of sisterhood and how surrounding yourself with people you love creates strength?” Colin pointed out.

            “Exactly, Colin,” I agreed, leaning back in my chair.

Ted came to sit next to me as the lights went down. I scanned the lads to watch their attention levels when my eyes landed on Jamie. He was smirking at me. When he caught my eyes, he gave me a fist pump a la The Breakfast Club. I shook my head at him and motioned for him to pay attention.

As the boys were changing and packing up for the day, I erased the strategies off the board.

            “Good call today with the Pitch Perfect reference, I love that movie,” Colin shared coming up behind me.

I capped my marker and turned to look at him with a smile. “It’s only the greatest romantic comedy in the 2010s!”

            “I agree. We don’t talk about the sequels, though,” he pointed out.

            “What sequels?” I joked, raising my eyebrows. “I’m still waiting on Becca to choose a song for the next auditions.”

            “You get it, alright, I’ll see you around girlo!” He gave me a pat on the arm as he walked out of the room. As I watched him leave, I noticed Jamie sitting on his bench listening to us talk. I quirked an eyebrow at him.

            “Something to add, Jamie?” I asked, grabbing my bag.

He picked up his own bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Nah, I ain’t seen that one.”

            “What! You haven’t seen Pitch Perfect?” I gaped. Though I knew it wasn’t super surprising that Jamie hadn’t seen it.

            “I prefer 10 Things I Hate About You, I like… what’s his name…” He approached me as he thought about the name. “Heath Ledger’s character.”

            “Patrick?” I offered, shocked that Jamie knew about one of the best rom coms of all time.

            “Exactly!” He started towards the door. I followed him, walking close enough that our shoulders were brushing. “What are your plans for this weekend?”

            “Uh, beating Sheffield Wednesday?” I replied, raising my eyebrows at him.

            “I mean besides that.” He rolled his eyes.

            “Dunno, maybe sleep in for once? Eat a French fry?” I shrugged. “What about you?”

As we rounded the corner to leave the room, I spied the newest sponsorship that Keely had hooked up for the boys. Keurig coffee makers.

            “Woah, maybe make too much coffee with my brand-new coffee machine,” he gloated, picking up his coffee.

            “Change of plans, I will be at your place drinking too much coffee with your new coffee machine,” I joked, glaring jealously at it.

He laughed. I decided I loved that sound and smiled at him. When I went to follow him, I heard a loud throat clearing. I turned and saw Rebecca and Keely looking at my expectantly. I frowned at them and turned back to Jamie.

            “I’ll see you around, yeah?” I called after him.

He turned back and for a second it looked like real disappointment on his face. But it cleared up quickly when he saw Keely standing behind me.

            “Oh alright, see you at Sheffield,” He turned to walk away but not before calling out, “Bye Keely!”

I don’t know why but it made my heart drop to hear him address his former girlfriend. I waved at him before turning back to face the two women behind me.

            “What do you two want?” I pouted, leaning against the wall next to Rebecca.

            “You like him!” Keely shouted, clapping her hands excitedly.

I snapped my head in their direction. “What are you talking about?”

            “She’s right,” Rebecca concurred, starring at her phone. “Everyone can see it.”

            “Everyone?”

            “Everyone,” Keely concluded. “Except, apparently, you and Jamie.”

I looked incredulously between Rebecca and Keely. I do not like Jamie. JAMIE! Of all people. Just a few weeks ago I couldn’t stand him and now they think I like him.

            “Seriously, that is just ridiculous, Jamie is just my friend,” I clarified, shaking my head.

            “Your friend that you go to work with, hang out with while at work, and walk home with?” Rebecca inquired, finally looking up from her phone. Her stare as piercing. But no, there was no way that I liked Jamie like that.

            “I think the two of you need to get laid,” I finished, pushing myself off the wall. “Instead of getting in other people’s business.”

I walked away from them, back to my office where I could pretend to be mad at them. I wasn’t mad, not really. Just annoyed. So, what I wasn’t able to have a friend in Jamie? I wasn’t able to admire his physique in a friendly way? Or laugh as his naivete and honesty? I finally felt like I had someone who respected me in this field. That’s all he was. A friend.

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@optimisticsandwichgladiator, @oxxolovemelikeyoudooxxo, @ajax-petropolus-wife

[kamisama1kiss]

HII can i ask very kindly for a kageyama x iwa’s sister?? They met at kitagawa since theyre in the same year and reader decided to go to karasuno instead of sejioh like her brother. and she is the manager for karasunos team :33

pls and thank you if u do this request 🙏🙏

Awe, I love this 😭🙏 something about the manager trope. Like I would die for it if I could 😝🥛

{Will be using: She/Her/Girl}

~~~

Kageyama Tobio { Always there for each other }

The last year of Kitagawa for the both of them, having established a friendship earlier on in the years of middle school. Which only helped since she had joined the team to be manager, her brother had practically begged her to. "Karasuno? I thought you'd want to go to Sejioh." Questioning the setter which sat next to her in break.

"Well, I've heard a famous coach Ikkei ukai would return to the team. Still not 100% sure, though. " He nodded with hands in his pockets, "Going with Iwaizumi next year." Presuming she would be since the family bond,

"I'd have to see how it goes and such." A light shrug of her shoulder, looking at him as the eye contact was returned for a second before he hurriedly looked away, even a glimst of pink was dusted on his face.

"Well, whatever choice you make, I hope we can still be friends." Coughing in his line, looking around as if the wind was interesting to him.

"Of course." A lined thin smile on her lips, but before anymore could be said, the bell rang for class to start within a little. "Let's get going." A light punch on his shoulder before leaving to class.

It was a surprise when she had hidden what school she got into. It had gotten both Hajime and Tooru upset that she chose another school. Nevertheless, both of them let it go, one a bit longer than the other.

Nothing like that crossed her mind when she waddled down the school hallways, hearing voices in the gym being loud across the open doors. Stopping at the first door to hear the squeaks of shoes on the polished floor.

Someone tapped her shoulder, which made her spin around. "Are you interested?" A beautiful woman asked, having seen her looking into the gym for a while now.

"I uh.. yeah, is there perhaps a manager position open?" The mysterious woman smiled before pushing hair behind her ear, "There is actually. Was about to go looking for one since I'll be leaving next year."

"Come with me." It had been at least a little over a month since school started up again. As she elegantly walked into the gym with the girl following after.

Not long after entering the gym, all eyes we're on her. Sadly, she couldn't find Tobio, but she smiled at the rest of the team politely anyhow. "She will be a part of our manager team." The woman introduced me to them briefly.

"My name is {Name}. Nice to meet you all, I hope to be of help around." Waving with one hand as some smiled and waved back, other greeted back such a guy named Asahi who had been introduced alongside Daichi, Sugawara, and ect.

The gym doors we're sprung open as a familiar figure walked in with a short ginger, seemingly arguing with one another. "Tobio." She mentioned to herself in a whisper.

"Come on, you two, we have gotten a new manger for our team." Daichi, his voice easily booming in the mostly quiet room, but it wouldn't last long before everyone went back to practising.

"Hai!" They spoke in union, turning around to finally notice her. "I am Hinata Shoyo! It's a pleasure to meet you." The short ginger smiled widely at her and reached a hand out for a shake, she accepted and shook it. "The name is Iwaizumi {Name}."

As the interaction went on, then split. Kageyama stood and watched, feeling a sense of relief of having her her. " {Name}? I am glad to see you here." He said to her after Hinata had left off.

"Of course, I couldn't help myself. Plus, I see Iwaizumi at home all the time." Mumbling the explanation to him but pushing it away to smile. "I've missed you." She spoke even quieter than before. After all, they didn't have time to meet up in summer or anything.

He seemed surprised but kind of brushed it off. "No need to be so sentimental." Easily being able to pick up the fact his face had gotten pinker, scuffing before he lightly patted her shoulder and scurried off to practice.

She was left smiling softly, knowing it was his way of being 'kind'. When he went to the team, they all immediately accused them of dating, which he denied with red ears.

"Wow, the king actually got a queen. How surprising." Could be heard from the tall guy named Tsukishima Kei, with a green haired next to him laughing slightly at his words. "Could you shut up for once!?" Kageyama whisper shouted knowingly you could most likely hear it all.

The snow crunched under their feet as they walked. It was the weekend, which meant Kageyama and {Name} had the weekly hangouts yet again at the cosy coffee, which not many people knew of. Luckily.

Holding hands after some convincing from her side, he wasn't the biggest when it came to any sort of affectation no matter who it was. Letting it slide for maybe one or two individuals.

"The snow is only getting more intense." She muttered, looking up at him every now and then again. With only achieving a nod and "Hm, it is."

Raising a brow at his silence but shaking it off as they walked, it was a normal thing now lately. Almost as if he was shy to even mumbled out a proper word most of the time.

"Hey, uh, {Name}" he took a deep breath before stopping in his tracks. Looking at her as his hand squeezed hers lightly. "We've been friends for a while, right?"

His blueberry eyes looked around before meeting hers again, "Yeah, almost 4 years." His actions seemed more raw, genuine, and hesitant. "I've been.. Thinking." Forcing the words out. "We should go on a date." Speaking straightforward after moments of hesitation.

White snow flakes started to fall from the sky with a slow pace, embracing the duo. Her gaze fell to the snow, hand holding, before meeting his eyes. Finally, seeing his pink cheeks almost aluminating in the dark.

Grabbing both of his hands, pulling him closer, "I'd love to." She whispered into the darkness of the world.

~~~

I've loved Kageyama since day one of watching Haikyuu. Hope you all enjoyed reading!! ♡

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

i love your monster au so much!!

pls consider the twst charas reacting to yuu cracking their joints and being like

"did you... just break your bones.....?" or "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU OKAY??????"

or or them reacting to yuu telling them how dangerous human bites are like,,,

"did u know human bites are the second most dangerous animal bite?? (after mosquitos!) because of the amount of bacteria they carry? yeah lol sometimes ppl who get bitten (mostly by children) have to get that limb AMPUTATED bc of infection :))"

"what........ the. fuck???"

these have probably been mentioned before, but i'd love to see you elaborate or share your thoughts on them! it's not a request, but you can write something about it if you want to! :) <3

Technically the human bite one was touched up on in this ask here, but as for the other one...

It’s amazing how—despite the fact that cracking joints is healthy for us when we’re out of sorts—there are so many people who are shocked or recoil when they hear someone seemingly crack and pop every single joint in our body. XD

Humans are weird even to themselves, let alone to monsters who know next to nothing about us hoomans. :V So let’s take an extra crinkly Yuu and toss them in amongst these monsters, shall we?

////-------------////

It was another normal day at NRC, the sunlight streaming in through the clean windows of the freshly renovated Ramshackle Dorm. Stirred from their slumber, Yuu slowly sat up—minding Grim as the chimera continued snoozing beside them—and yawned. Despite the bed being comfortable, they still woke up stiff and tense. Without a second thought, they put a hand to their chin and—

K-r-r-ack!!

“Mrah!?” Grim yowled as he jumped, staring at Yuu in horror as they repeated the process on the other side and earned more pops and cracks. “What the heck was that?! Are you okay!?”

“Mornin’ Grim,” Yuu greeted, stifling a yawn before twisting their back—earning a multitude of creaks and pops. “Just slept a little funny last night and woke up stiff, so I’m getting the kinks out.”

Kk-krk-krk-pop!

“Okay, I’m ready!” Hopping out of bed, they started getting ready and asked, “So what do you want for breakfast today?”

“…I think I lost my appetite,” Grim uttered.

“Okay, breakfast sandwich to go it is, then.”

///

Krk-kk-k-kh!

“Gah! Yuu, what the hell?!”

“Are you okay?!”

“Human! Are you injured?!”

“Wot the hell?!”

“Urk!?”

“Can’t the Great Grim eat his breakfast sandwich in peace?!”

“Sorry guys! I just woke up really stiff this morning and needed to stretch.”

Ace looked at them in horror as he said, “Are you kidding me? Everyone thought you broke your arms and legs with all that cracking you did at PE this morning! How can you still be making more noise?”

“What? I was just loosening up a few joints with some stretches so I could keep up with everyone!”

“Coach doesn’t even chase you as hard as he chases us around the track, yet you’re the one who sounds like a crumpled soda can,” Epel commented warily.

“Is this normal for humans?” Deuce asked in concern, forelegs shuffling nervously as they made their way towards their next class. “It sounded like it really hurt…do you need to see the nurse?”

Yuu shrugged and said, “No, I’m fine, really. It only really hurts if you try to force it and don’t let the muscles relax first. Back home, we have people called ‘chiropractors’ who do the cracking for us when we’re in too much pain to move a certain way. Don’t your joints crack and pop too?”

“Well yeah, whenever we stretch it can happen sometimes,” Ace answered. “But if it’s constant clicking like what you’ve been doing, it usually means that something is wrong like an injury or something.”

“Oh.”

“In canine monsters, it usually means that there’s a torn ligament or it’s bone rubbing against bone,” Jack explained. “My father experienced that once before, and it took him a while to heal after he got the problem fixed.”

“Oh wow…sorry, I didn’t mean to make you guys worry so much,” Yuu said, thinking back to the grape incident as they entered the classroom together. “I’ll try not to do it as often, okay?”

“If you have to do it, then don’t do it before or after I eat!” Grim said.

“You’re still eating the breakfast sandwich I made even though you complained about losing your appetite this morning.”

“As if the Great Grim would ever let good food go to waste…”

//

Class began as normal, Yuu listening to Professor Crewel as he instructed them on what was on the agenda for the day as the homework assignment was collected. For the most part it wasn’t bad, but today Yuu was feeling more tired than usual after the workout from this morning. As they sat at their desk, they shifted a little uncomfortably. There was some tightness in their upper back, and no amount of shoulder rolls or slight stretching could ease the pressure.

Out of the corner of their eye they saw one of their monster classmates begin to stretch, stretching his arms over his head as he yawned before settling back in his seat. Maybe that was the kind of stretch they needed to do…worth a shot anyway!

Raising their arms and interlocking their fingers, Yuu straightened their back and curved as their arms bent back—

CR-AK-KK-K-KH!!!

The whole classroom fell silent, multiple pairs of eyes turning to face Yuu as they sat frozen in their seat with arms still stretched over them. Even Yuu was stunned by the sheer volume of the cracks that escaped their back, faintly making out their friend’s expressions as they stared in open mouthed disbelief and horror. That was the loudest crack they’d ever heard their body make! At this point Yuu was afraid to move, looking like some comically stretched out statue.

Before anyone could ask if they were okay, Yuu asked, “…am I dead?”

///

Despite the sheer amount of panic and concern the class had over their wellbeing, Yuu was given the all clear by the medical researchers after a quick x-ray revealed that they had not—in fact—broken any bones. It was during a discussion with the researchers that it was discovered that chiropractors were in fact a thing in Twisted Wonderland. But given the fact that most monsters don’t use it as often as other medical practices such as acupuncture, it’s become a rare practice that very few still teach.

[just-dino-maggie]

trevor zegras 61 pls

Thank you for the request!! I hope you enjoy this little imagine!

61. “I thought you knew.”

Trevor Zegras and I have never been friends. We are civil, professional. It’s how it should be. I’m the on the social media team for the Anaheim ducks, I see the guys almost every day. I’ve made good friendships with most of them but Trevor and I never quite meshed.

I was upset about it at first. I thought he was cute and funny, especially around the other guys but around me he shuts down. He so uninterested in me and it’s frustrating. I decided after a little while not to let it get the better of me. I still makes sure I get his good side for all the pictures. I cant leave my girls out to dry. I may not get along with him but it’s easy to see the appeal.

It’s the Ducks media day today which is one of my favorite days of the year. I get to do what I do best. I take some fun behind the scenes videos, I help direct our photographers, and I get to hang out with the guys who have been away all summer.

I check my itinerary and the first person I have to do one on ones with is Trevor. I feel a little nervous but I know Trevor will preform well in front of the cameras.

I get the lighting and the cameras set up early. I make sure there is a comfortable chair for the guys to sit in. Cam Fowler joked about a metal chair being too harsh on his “old man back”. Once all of that is done I read over my questions to make sure I have them on lock.

I wait patiently for Trevor’s call time. He is usually on time but every once in a while he’s late. I try not to worry about it. I fiddle with the sleeves of my sweater and anticipate his arrival.

When I hear the door open I stand, Trevor walks through the door nonchalantly. “Hey Trevor,” I say putting on a bright smile. “You know the drill, do you mind putting this on?” I hand him one of the reverse retros.

He takes off his sweater and I try not to notice the way his undershirt lifts up as he does it. Unfortunately my brain has chosen to take that information and not let it go. “When you’re ready you can sit right here and we can get started.”

We start filming and he’s amazing as usual. He might be my favorite to film. The other guys are awesome behind the scenes but the only time I get to see Trevor be himself is on camera. He let’s loose in some ways because people have come to expect his vibrant personality.

“Trevor that was great! I think we’re all set!” He doesn’t answer me. He just starts grabbing his things and getting ready to head to his next call time. I don’t know why it bugged me so much. His silence just felt dismissive and it hurt. “You are aware that you can be nice to me right? I get that you don’t like me very much but you can at least pretend.”

“I’m not trying to be rude, I just don’t know what to say.” He turns to look at me, “I don’t dislike you.”

I roll my eyes, “Right you don’t dislike me you’re just put off by my presence.”

“I thought you knew.” He says, confusion written on his face.

I throw my hands up in defeat, “You thought I knew what Trevor?”

“About the rule with the interns.” He sighs, “In Highschool I was an idiot and I screwed around with an intern at USA hockey. She ended up being related to a coach and things got complicated. I told myself I would never try anything with an intern ever again. So because I’m attracted to you I stayed away from you.”

I pause for a second trying to register his words in my brain. He has a rule about interns? He’s attached to me? Oh my gosh Trevor Zegras is attracted to me. “I’m not an intern.” I say then I mentally slap myself right after.

He smirks, “You’re right, you aren’t an intern and you definitely aren’t coaches’ niece. Maybe I should stop treating you like you are.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Maybe we could be friends?”

He smiles, “Yeah something like that… I’ll see you after the shoot?”

I nod then I wave him out the door. I can feel the blush on my cheeks and the smile on my face. I don’t even care because Trevor might really like me after all.

[officialparentofadrien]

𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕

HAH PULLED THIS ONE OUTTA MY ASS and it's kinda shitty too now that I proofread it pls excuse the bad quality writing...

Pairing: Midorima Shintaro x You (Fem Reader) featuring Takao being himself as usual. Warnings: As usual, curse words but fluff otherwise.

You let out a frustrated scream when your opponent yelled the cursed word that you loved yelling out but absolutely DESPISED hearing from other people. "UNO!!" Takao cheered, slamming his last card down on the table and putting more salt and squeezing lemon in the wound, his last card was a +4. Your frown deepened with every holler and laugh that came out of the ravenette's mouth as you tightly held onto your 5 remaining cards, and slammed your fist down. "AGAIN!" You said, glaring daggers at Takao who was still laughing. "Again what?" Takao asked, reducing to a fit of giggles. "Oh...You mean another round?" You seethed, "We're gonna keep playing TILL I WIN," The point guard raised his index finger and waved it in a disapproving manner, all with that stupid grin on his face. "Ah, no. We had a deal. If I lose, I'll be buying you a pink floaty for the class outing next month. But if YOU lose? Ohoho, my condition CLEARLY stated that you, my dear name will be confessing to Shin-chan." You hate to admit it, but you can't back out now. A deal IS a deal after all. But since you were prideful, you were willing to be a sore loser just to save every bit of dignity that you have.

"Goddamn you, Takao." "Ah no. Have you seen my face? God blessed me is what it is." "This is called peer pressure..." You whispered, face now burning up. The sound of the door sliding open with a slam caught both of your attention as you turned to see Midorima Shintaro himself. He walked towards the table you two are sitting at while carrying his lucky item for the day, a wonder woman figurine. You winced at the quality of the figurine. Not that it was bad, oh no... It was the exact opposite. The quality was so good you felt severe discomfort watching him lug it around with one hand around such rowdy people. It was probably made of clay too. You shook your thoughts away, "Hey, Shin-chan!! Guess what?" "Come on. Coach is gonna have both our heads on a stick if we delay any longer." The green-haired boy barely paid any attention to you, only focused on making it to practice. In a way, you were kinda glad. This way, you were able to admire him. You always thought he was pretty. Yet he was so unaware of it and when somebody points it out, he brushes it off. Yet if you look more closely, you'd be able to see a faint tint of rose on his cheeks.

"And stop bothering name," He added, looking over to you making you flinch as your eyes met his emerald ones. "Ah well..." You couldn't really deny it. Takao was such a pain in the ass today. You averted your eyes as Takao was dragged off his chair by Midorima, seemingly in a hurry. "Bye...? I guess," You said, waving to them. "YOU'RE NOT OFF THE HOOK YET, NAME!!" You let out a puff of breath that you were unaware of holding back, relief spreading through your body. You knew you were only delaying but later is better than now, or so you say. You know Takao would never rat you out, he's not that kind of person. But he would hold you to that promise.

"What the hell did I get myself into...?"

Unbeknownst to you, Takao also played with Midorima. Not basketball, or uno. He played Monopoly with him and if you ask him, nothing's sweeter than seeing the absolute look of defeat on Midorima's usually stoic face. They also had a bet that if Takao lost, he would be lugging Midorima around for a month (They usually play rock, paper, scissors) and if Takao won? You can probably guess. "So, when are you gonna do it? I mean name is a pretty girl, a lot of people fancy her."

If Midorima would be asked, "where would you rather be right now?" He would answer, "Anywhere. As long as it's away from Takao and his loud mouth".

"Come on, Shin-chan. You look like you wanna leave me hanging here." Takao teased, slapping his back. "Shut your mouth, Takao. That's precisely what I want to do." "So mean!"

You find yourself at the mall, 3 days later. You invited the two of them to help you shop for clothes but... "Sorry name- ACHOO" You winced, "Come on... Are you really leaving me with him...?"

"Am I so bad of a company that you don't want to be left alone with me?" Another voice joined from behind you,

You whipped around to see Midorima and if you look closer, you could see the dejected look on his face. Your eyes widened before you waved your free hand around, "No! That's not what I meant... I mean...Takao, he..."

You could hear the point guard grin on the other side of the line, mentally glaring daggers at him. "ILOSTABETTOHIMNOWIHAVETOCONFESSMYFEELINGSTOYOUBUTI'MDELAYINGCUZI'MSCAREDYOUDON'TFEELTHESAME" You spit it all out, squinting your eyes shut as you felt all the heat rush up to your face. Oh, now you've done it. There's no turning back now... Now you know, that Takao planned all of this.

"Fuck you, Takao" You seethed, turning away from Midorima, who was still frozen in place with his face as rosy as Barbie's dreamhouse..

You ended the call as you two stood there awkwardly, your back still facing him whilst he looked at you, trying to contemplate his next move. He pushed his glasses up before he walked up to you, "Change of plans," He announced, making you look up to him. "What do you say about going on a date?" "Midorima, what do you mean?" He looked back at you, a small smile playing on his lips, "I'm asking you out." Your surprised expression turned into your lips upward, "I say, yes."

𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑲𝑵𝑩 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Twenty-Six~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“Hinata, you little squirt! Don’t butt in like that!! You totally ruined my chance to say something cool!!!” You giggle at them. The whistle is blown indicating the start of the next rally.

The Municipal Team serves and Ennoshita receives the ball. He calls for cover from Kageyama while Ukai thinks about how everybody needs to work on bumps and passing. Kageyama runs to get into position to set along with Hinata coming to his spot.

‘Hm. He figured out quickly where the ball would be coming down. First step is confident and correct.’ Ukai thinks about Kageyama. ‘This setter’s supposed to be a rookie, right? So. Who’s he going to use…’ Ukai’s thought is answered as he sees Hinata jump.

Ukai, Takinoue, Shimada, Ashai, and Noya stare at Hinata. They are shocked by how fast and high he can jump. Hinata hits the ball and earns his team a point.

“Yeah!! Nice one, Hinata! Kageyama!” Tanaka praises.

Noya, Asahi, and Ukai are left with their mouths agape. Suga is looking at Asahi and Noya expectantly, while Takeda is looking at Ukai the same way. You have a look of pride as you see their reactions.

“Whoa!! Shoyo, that was awesome!! So awesome even I couldn't help but stop and stare!” Noya praises excitedly as the first-year blushes.

‘There were no hand signs. No verbal cues. And they still…?!’ Ukai thinks before speaking. “Hey, you!!” He yells causing Hinata to flinch and he and Kageyama to look at the coach. “Why did you jump where you did?! How did you know?! Short Stuff!”

“Short…?” Hinata begins. “Well… I just jump wherever I want, because the ball always comes wherever I am. Coach.”

‘...!! My eyes don’t wanna believe it, but I know I saw it. When Short Stuff jumped, his eyes were closed. Are you telling me that rookie setter was able to match his set to his movements that perfectly?!’ Ukai is shocked. ‘And how can he be so completely sure the ball is always going to be there? What normal player can trust so much that he’ll jump and swing totally blind?’

“YOU TWO FREAKS OR SOMETHIN’?!” Ukai yells at Hinata and Kageyama.

“Freaks…?” They respond simultaneously. Tsukishima chuckles.

“Why?” Hinata asks.

“Don’t ask me.” Kageyama replies.

“At first I didn’t get what that whole conversation right before the game was about…” Ukai begins, getting you and Takeda’s attention. “But…I think I see now. So that rookie setter’s likely a prodigy of some sort. Compared to a player like him…the normal slobs have to feel inferior. But… A set and a spike happen in less time than a single breath.” He continues as the game resumes. “Players need a whole lot of hours working together to get that kind of timing down. Faith like that isn’t something you can build in a day. So if we say what our rookie setter has is overwhelming talent… then what his senior there has is years of trust and stability.” He observes each of the players before beginning again. “This Karasuno team is pretty dang good!” 

‘Took you long enough.’ You think with a chuckle.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, sensei?” Ukai asks Takeda with a pat on the back, while you roll your eyes.

“I did. Multiple times.”

The game continues with Ukai’s attention refocusing on Hinata.

“Who woulda thought short stuff would be a middle blocker just from looking? He’s got a mean quick attack… but how’s his blocking?” Hinata is standing by the net getting ready to block. Asahi is standing across from him and notices his intense stare. This makes Ashai avert his gaze. 

“Oh, come to think of it, this game is Hinata’s first chance to play against the ace position that he’s idolized so much.” Takeda points out.

“Hm?”

“Well, you see, Hinata’s idol is a player called “The Little Giant.” He was someone who played during Karasuno’s golden age. That’s why he chose to attend Karasuno, too. He is always giving his best, saying that someday he’s going to be an ace too. And now in this game, Hinata gets to face off with Karasuno’s current reigning Ace!”

“Now isn’t that neat. Though from this angle, it looks a lot like a grown man playing an elementary kid.” Ukai replies. This makes you slightly laugh as you look at the two. You see Suga uses a hand signal for Asahi. ‘Probably telling him the kind of set he’s going to use.’ You think.

Hinata looks at Asahi with such concentration that it’s a bit scary. Karasuno serves and Noya receives it, passing it to Suga. Suga sets it to Ashai. ‘A shoot.’ You think. Asahi jumps and gets ready to spike but is surprised when he sees Hinata in front of him in the air, ready to block.

‘He popped up out of nowhere!!’ Asahi thinks.

Asahi spikes the ball and it hits Hinata’s hand with great force. The ball ricotes off of Hinata’s hand and goes behind him. Daichi and Tsukishima run to save the ball from hitting the ground but neither make it in time. The ball hits the floor earning a point for the Municipal Team. Asahi watches as Daichi talks to Hinata.

“...I knew he could jump, but it’s really shocking to see him pop up right in front of my face like that. How high can he go?” Asahi says to himself.

“That was awesome!” Hinata says looking at his red and stinging hands. “And he hasn’t played for a month!” You smile fondly at the first year.

“Yo, Hinata!” Kageyama begins. “You’re using your hands wrong when you block! If you’re trying to stop them, your hands go like this!” He demonstrates. “See? Like this!” Hinata doesn’t pay attention to Kageyama because he’s too focused on watching Asahi. “Are you even listening to me, boke?!” Since Hinata still wasn’t paying attention, Kageyama started squeezing his head. ‘At least Kageyama tried helping him…’ You think.

“Kageyama, you’re going to hurt him…” You say worryingly. Kageyama stops squeezing Hinata’s head and just stares at him.

“Hey…” Kageyama begins but is interrupted by Hinata.

“Man, the Ace is awesome!! He can hit the ball so hard it doesn’t matter if there’s a block! It’s still gonna smash through and score a point!”

“...”

“? What?”

“Nothing.” Kageyama says walking away.

“?”

“We’re running out of time, so let’s dive right into the second set, everyone.” Daichi says. The game continues. Hinata starts staring at Asahi and gets lost in his thoughts.

‘...If I was as tall and strong as he is…then I could…Whoa whoa whoa!’ Hinata starts shaking his head. ‘Don’t think about that. The Little Giant was awesome and short too! Though he was taller than me. Still…’

“Asahi!!” Someone calls out for Asahi to spike.

‘That’s so cool…’

“?! Hinata!!” You and Daichi call out at the same time.

“Huh?” Hinata snaps out of it and sees the ball flying toward him. Before he could react, the ball hit him straight in the face, causing him to fly backward.

“?! That idiot!!” Kageyama yells.

“AAAA” Asahi yells, frightened.

“GAAAH!!” Tanka yells worriedly.

“HINATA!!!” You scream, quickly running over to him.

~To Be Continued~

[yearningagain]

don't let me drown

[PART ONE], PART TWO

so i had this thought and decided to elaborate on it, but i ended up having 1.5k words and i'm not even a third of the way done :,) so pls let me know if this would be something you guys would like more of!! this is my first time posting writing here except for a few snippets, so pls be nice but constructive criticism is welcome!

ft. modern au, Single(Seahorse)Dad!Eddie, SwimInstructor!Steve

Eddie Munson didn't know how to swim. Growing up in landlocked states while despising every swimsuit he was ever presented with, it just made sense. He didn't need to know how to swim, there was no reason for it, and he was perfectly fine with it.

Until Max.

Specifically, until Max decided, after watching the 2020 Olympic swimming, that she was going to be an olympic swimmer. She kept bugging Eddie, begging him to sign her up for swim lessons with all the umph a six year old could muster.

And Eddie was a weak willed man, especially when it comes to his daughter. So he said yes.

Eddie spent the next week and a half researching the best swim instructors around, googling and calling and looking at reviews. Eventually, he settled for the Hawkins Aquatic Center. With it being relatively close, a 20 minute drive at most, and having the best reviews out of any and all other pools in the area, it was a clear winner.

So that Tuesday, while Max was at day camp, Eddie made the call.

“Hawkins Aquatic Center, this is Robin! How can I help you today?” One of the bubbliest voices Eddie had ever heard answered the phone, immediately putting him a little more at ease.

“Hi, I was looking to set my daughter up for some swim lessons?” He asked, hoping Robin didn't pick up on his slight nervousness.

“Of course! I just need a little information. Her name, age and birthday, and skill level is what I need now, and I’ll ask for some more information about you once we schedule.”

“Yeah, for sure. Her name is Maxine Munson, but everyone calls her Max. She’s six, her birthday is June 14th, 2014. She doesn't really… know how to swim?” As he gave her the information, his nerves almost doubled. He couldn't swim, he wouldn't be able to practice with her! What if she drowns? What if something happens? What if-

“Alright, Mr. Munson, I’m assuming?” Robin asked sweetly, interrupting his spiral.

“Uh- yeah that's- that’s me. You can just call me Eddie. Eddie Munson, at your service! Ha! Sorry, that was, like, super lame.” He cringed at his antics, but a bubbly laugh filled the phone.

“Got it, Eddie! So from the information you’ve given to me, it seems like it’ll be best to put her in our beginners class for kids under 7. We typically have two instructors that rotate throughout the week, but one of them is on paternity leave, so she’ll only be with Coach Harrington. There's two options for this class. Twice a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 4 to 5:30 in the afternoon, or three times a week, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays 5 to 6:30 in the afternoon. Do either of those work for you?”

Eddie hesitated. He knew how much enthusiasm Max had about swimming, but he was nervous about taking her so often. But the more time she can get in the water, the more she’ll practice. Plus first grade homework isn't terrible, so she’ll be able to continue when school starts up again.

“Eddie? You still with me?” Robin asked. He must have taken too long to answer.

“Yeah, sorry! Just, uh, just thinking.” He replied lamely.

Robin seemed to catch on to his anxiety. “A lot of parents are nervous about teaching their kids how to swim, I get it! But Steve, or Coach Harrington I should say, is the best in the area. He’s been an instructor here for a few years and loves it. There’s always lifeguards on duty and all of our staff are trained in basic first aid and CPR. Parents are always welcome to sit in on lessons as well, there's seating in the instructional pool area. Max will be in great hands!”

Eddie took a breath. Robin's ramblings helped put him at ease, knowing all of the precautions the center takes to keep everyone safe.

“Thank you so much, Robin. I think three times a week will work best, Max has been bugging me for weeks! I know she’ll be ecstatic when I tell her I signed her up.” Eddie can already picture her reaction, grinning and hopping around in excitement.

“Sounds great, Eddie! I can guarantee she’ll love it. So now I just need to ask you a few questions! I just need your email, the best phone number to reach you at, an emergency contact other than you, and we can get her all set!” Eddie breathed a sigh of relief, giving her the information she asked for.

“Alright, we’ve got her in the system! You guys can come in any time this week for a tour of the place and meet Coach Harrington, but her first lesson will be next Monday, August 10th. We do ask that she brings goggles, but we have extras in case she forgets them. Do you have any other questions for me?”

Taking a second to think, Eddie replied. “I think we’ve got everything covered. Thank you, Robin. I really appreciate your help!”

“It’s really no problem! If you do think of any questions you may have, you can always ask when you tour, or call us! We look forward to seeing you!”

All that was left to do was to invest in a good swimsuit, some goggles, and tell Max.

—-------------------------

“Hey, stinker! How was camp today?” Eddie asked as Max climbed in the car and got herself situated in her seat.

“It was great! We did finger paintings ‘n played on the playground! There was a worm on the slide and Lucas was too afraid to touch it, so I got it ‘n brought it to the grass!” Max beamed at her father, showing her gap toothed smile. “I’m gonna bring home the art tomorrow, but Miss Joyce said we have to let it dry tonight. I did a picture of us!”

Eddie laughed lightly at his daughter's antics, smiling right back at her. “Sounds like today was fun, bug! I do have a little surprise for you when we get home though, okay?”

That got Max’s attention quickly, asking all sorts of questions about it. Eddie simply smiled at her and turned up the music, an old The Cure CD playing on the radio system. As the volume rose, all Eddie could hear was an exasperated “Daaaaaad!” from the back seat.

The ride home was short and sweet, the ending of Friday I’m in Love fading out as they pulled into the driveway. As soon as the car stopped, Max unbuckled and sprinted towards the door, abandoning her backpack and lunchbox.

“I know you're excited, Max, but you have to come get your stuff!” Eddie called out as he exited the driver's seat. The sound of her Skechers on the concrete and her small giggles approaching before receding back to the front door where she bounced on her feet in a poor attempt of patience.

Eddie sighed and shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips as he unlocked the front door. Immediately, Max ran inside, throwing her stuff on the couch and turning to her father expectantly.

“Where is it? What is it? Can I know now?” She asked, her little body practically vibrating in excitement and anticipation.

Eddie laughed warmly, dramatically rolling his eyes. “I guess you can know now, since you’ve been so patient.” Max snorted at his sarcasm, eyes going crinkly at the corners. “Go look in your room, love.”

And with that, she was off. Running as fast as her little legs could take her, not minding her dad’s warnings to not run in the house. Practically tearing her bedroom door off its hinges, she rushed into her room. Sat in a neat pile on her bed was a small black and red one piece swimsuit, a pair of black goggles, and a print out of the confirmation email from the Hawkins Aquatic Center.

Finally catching up and leaning on her door frame, Eddie quietly asked, “What do you think?”

It’s a miracle the neighbours didn't call the cops that day.

All of Max’s excitement and happiness seemed to explode out of her, letting out one of the loudest screams he had ever heard. Before he could blink, the small child tackled Eddie into a crushing hug, jumping onto him like a koala.

“Really? You’re for real?” She asked, pulling her head back from the embrace to look at her dad, unshed tears threatening to escape from her eyes.

“I’m for real, baby. I promise.”

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Bestie! I finished it! My one year HC for you as Team Japans manager! I had so much fun doing this snd think I'll do HC's on my main page cause of it.

Pls ignore any spelling and grammatical mistakes. Also it is a little long and there is some slight angst with a happy ending. I hope you like it!

Happy Tumblr-versary again!!

Team Japan x Tiffany

* Sunday for you starts as any other day. Your morning consists of breakfast, coffee and getting ready for work. Oh, work. You've officially been working for team Japan as manager for a whole year today.

* How you loved working for Team Japan! These men adore you, Tiffany! How could they not when they rely you for everything.

* Injured? They go to you. Need a snack or drink? Where's Tiffany-chan? Iwa needs help wrangling in the 3 idiots (we all know which three 🙄), he goes to you.

* Tiffany, our reliable Japan Team Manager. I mean, these boys would not even be prepared for the upcoming olympics without you.

* They might as well be called Team Tiffany... who happens to play for Japan in the Olympics. Too bad the name is too long.

* So cue your extreme excitedness for today! You get celebrate a whole year of working with your favorite boys!

* In the midst of your excitedness, you text the group chat to see how everyone is doing!

(Pls forgive me. I could not find a text simulator app for iphone. I tried 😭)

👑Best Manager👑 (Tiffany): Morning! How is everyone today?

*crickets*

* Huh. That's suspicious. That's weird. These boys never annoy you. Actually, you noticed Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto didn't blow up the group chat like they normally do. Your alarm clock woke you this morning and not one of the three stooges.

* 🤔

* What could be the reason.

* Now it's you blowing up the group chat.

👑Best Manager👑: Uhh is everyone okay?

👑Best Manager👑: Anyone there?

👑Best Manager👑: Is there something I'm missing?

👑Best Manager👑: HELLO?!😠😠😠

👑Best Manager👑: Did I do something wrong? 🥺

* Oh how the turn tables, Tiffany.

* But alas, we finally get a response from the two babies who could never ignore you. But still no answers.

🥰Baby Aran🥰: Sorry, Tiff! We're here but practice today has been real busy!

😊Mama Yaku😊: Yeah, Iwa has been kicking our butts today!

😏Future Hubby Iwa🤤: GET OFF YOUR PHONES! Practice isn't over!

* Hmmm. They started practice without you? I mean, we love the opportunity to sleep in some more but now you're just feeling left out.

* So what do we when we're feeling down?

* MORE ICED COFFEEEE 🤪

* We all know iced coffee cures everything.

* So you grab your coffee and head to work. They can't ignore you when you're face to face with them.

* Right?

* RIGHT?! 😬😬😬

* Wrong.

* You arrive at the gym looking BOOTYFUL. Got your leggings that your ass look 🤌 and repoing your team Japan with your tee and Team Japan Jacket. Let's be honest, Tiff, today is a good butt day. You are killing it out here.

* Now you also got your iced coffee in hand. The earlier mornings shenanigans long forgotten. You are ready to work. We stan a focused queen.

* But alas, you are stopped by none other than a tall big headed rooster at the entrance.

* "Tiffany! I'm glad I found you! I need some help for next week's practice!" Says the bloody overgrown rooster.

* "Kuroo, isn't this something you would discuss with Iwa? The boys are already practicing and I need to get in there. I have to have diligent notes for coach Hibarida. Plus what if those boys need something, Iwa can't handle the idiot circus al-"

* "TIFFANY! I need YOUR help. Iwa and coach told me to ask you"

* 😡 I know this overgrown chicken did NOT just interrupt you mid sentence AND raise his voice.

* But alas, you relent. You'll kill him later. Let's sip our nectar of the gods and move along. You can do this, Tiffany. You got this.

* After following Kuroo to the Coach's office to discuss next weeks training, you feel sort of odd. The training regimen is the same as always. Why did Kuroo need your help for this?

* So you finally ask a question that has been on your mind all morning...

* "Hey Kuroo. Who set up this morning, filled up the water bottles, got snacks, and let the boys know today's schddule?"

* These are all things you do as a part of your job... you know as team manager.

* Cue you overthinking. We're all guilty of this.

* And with overthinking sometimes comes... the waterworks. Pls, when I overthink, I sometimes cry cause it's just overwhelming.

* "Am I being fired? I thought I was a good manager. What did I do wrong? Could I have a chance to redeem myself? I didn't realize I was doing so bad. I understand. I'll go say bye to the boys"

* Kuroo is just like 😳😳😰😰🤦🏻🤦🏻

* He did not expect this outcome. So he says "wait no."

* But you already left. Running to the main gym where the boys practice. You burst in with a deep bow and practically scream "I'M SORRY!! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A BETTER MANAGER!"

* All the men are crazy confused

* Bokuto answers with a half filled balloon in his mouth, "uhh what are you talking about?"

* You finally stand up and see it.

* The gym is semi decorated, Iwa and Ushiwaka are fixing a half strung banner. Bokuto, Atsumu, and Hinata are filling up balloons. Hosiumi and Komori are directing Kageyama, Hyakuzawa, and Hakuba where to put the food and drinks. Sakusa is making sure everything is disinfected and up to his standards of clean.

* You finally ask "What's going on?"

* Ojiro and Yaku come in with a cake and more decorations. Yaku says "aww Kuroo couldn't keep you occupied for a few more mins? We were almost done"

* You ask "You did all this for me? You mean I'm not fired?"

* Bokuto, Hinata, and Atsumu are SPRINTING 🏃🏃🏃

* Atsumu: "FIRED?! Who said you were fired?!"

* Hinata: "Yeah Tiff! You're the best manager we've ever had!"

* Kags: "Hinata! Boke! She's the only manager we've ever had"

* Hinata side-eyeing Kags: "still the best manager tho." 😒

* Girl. These guys took off a whole day to celebrate you! YOU. The best thing to happen to them since... well volleyball.

* Ofc they would never fire you. They wouldn't make it to the olympics without you cheering them on and taking care of them.

* We all know Kuroo got a few volleyballs to the head courtesy of Iwa once he found out what happened. 🏐🏐🏐😰😰😰

* You spend the rest of the day having fun with all the men and enjoying yourself. You couldn't have asked for a better way to celebrate your one year with them.

* After a whole year with them, you deserve a whole day celebrating you and your hard work!! ♥️♥️♥️

I think all your anons can agree that you have made our days better with your presence on our tumblr. Thank you for all that you do. We LOVE you!! 🥰🥰🥰

-Spooky Anon 👻

Djxjsjxudbxuanhxjdbshsj SPOOKYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

WHEN I SAY IM CRYING RN, IM CRYING RN!!! I don't think I could love this any more 🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you so so so SO MUCH for all of this!!! Omg this is- this is so perfect I can't even right now!!!!

I've had such a hard weekend mentally due to the stuff happening here right now (the Roe v Wade stuff) and you have no idea how happy this made me!!! Like I legit feel so loved and supported right now I can't even!!!

What did I do to deserve such amazing followers and friends 🥺🥺🥺 i love you all so much!!!!!! Thank you again!!!

And please Tag me me when you do more HCs!!! I LOVE this style so much!!! And please iced coffee is my ENTIRE LIFE!!! And I'm 1000% an overthinker when it comes to myself!! You nailed this!!!

[icarianiscariot]

for the ask game! 9, 17, and 28?

from this list

9. tell a story about your childhood

lasjflkjdsf this is the one that took me the longest to answer! i've been trying to think of something interesting but like... ??? my childhood memories are so fuzzy!! i only have small things that i can summarize really briefly and easily: we used to have a belarusian boy stay with us during the summers when i was really young - his name was alosha, and it was part of the "children of chernobyl" program. he was older than my older brother, and he was always so kind. i remember him just being really sweet and would sing along to my mom's CDs with me. or, i played soccer as a kid, got to play goalie for a season and loved it - i got hit in the face with a ball and it made my nose and mouth bleed and i had to sit out until the bleeding stopped and then begged my coach to let me go back on goal after LMAO or, @my-caliginous-romance's birthday party one year, it had snowed overnight and we had a contest to see who could stand in the snow for the longest in our bare feet and pajamas and ran around in the yard when her parents told us to come back inside

17. name 3 things that make you happy

1) cats / getting to see my friends' cats and hold them and having Cat Attention <3 (ps pls send pics of catboi at ur earliest convenience, i miss him) 2) when u put on a new cosplay and it just Feels Good 3) finding a new book/fic that just absorbs me right into the story and spending the next indeterminate amount of time completely consumed by it and finishing it and looking up from the text like "holy shit i have been permanently changed as a person"

28. do you collect anything?

i have a bone collection! i've got a full opossum skeleton, a few other skulls, a bunch of jaws and teeth, stuff like that :D i also collect edgy brooding characters and tuck them into my hoodie pockets to keep them safe and warm from their tragic backstories