#can you say pro team mental help?

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Deadpool With A Normal Face...

WHY HAVE I YET TO SEE THIS ASPECT OF HIS REGENERATION/HEALING BROUGHT UP IN SPIDEYPOOL FANFICS????!!!

THIS IS A LITERAL BEAUTY AND THE BEAST GIMMICK FOR THE TAKING!

A TALE OF HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS BETTERING THE PEOPLE INVOLVED IN WAYS BOTH NOTICEABLE AND NOT!!

AN ACTUAL TROPE IN THE MAKING IN JUST HOW MUCH SPIDEY MAKES DEADPOOL THOROUGHLY BETTER WITH HIS INFLUENCE AND CARE CAREER/MORALITY/MENTALLY/HEALTH WISE TO BE THE DEFINITION OF AN ANTI-TOXIC RELATIONSHIP!!!

❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️

[astonmartinii]

a spoonful of sugar part two | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem chef!reader

cheffing it up all over the calendar, here we go again

PART ONE | MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | MY SMALL BUSINESS

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yourusername: we're in JAPAN 🇯🇵 WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!! yeah suzuka is cool and all but more importantly - SUSHI TIME and my oh my that spread is glorious if i do say so myself

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user1: oscar babygirlism is so real

landonorris: HOW DARE YOU GUYS INVITE ME OVER FOR DINNER AND SERVE THAT

yourusername: boo fucking hoo, i've had enough of your whining buddy

landonorris: OSCAR STOP HER SHE'S BEING MEAN

oscarpiastri: i mean i would take the home-cooked meal from the professional chef but that's just me

landonorris: stop shaming me :( i can't help it :(

yourusername: okay stop being dramatic, you can comeback from your hiding place i made chicken sushi as well

landonorris: oh thank you 😊

oscarpiastri: when i came in as the YOUNGER teammate, i didn't think y/n and i would be babysitting you

landonorris: you guys love me really

user2: i think y/n might have the patience of a saint

user3: i think i would die happy if i got a sushi spread from y/n

yukitsunoda0511: personally offended i was not invited :(

yourusername: nooooooooooo yukiii :((((( - i'll bring left overs ?

yukitsunoda0511: yes please (i'm much nicer than lando)

landonorris: when will the slander end?

oscarpiastri: i'm personally offended that any time y/n is visiting ME she ends up cooking and looking after all of you :(

yourusername: i love you the most though

oscarpiastri: hehehehehehe

user4: this relationship is so precious to me actually

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oscarpiastri: over the moon to get my first podium in f1 in my rookie season. p.s. get yourself a girlfriend that gives you a candy bouquet to celebrate your podium

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user5: oscodium i know that's right

mclarenf1: we don't think that's in your meal plan, but we'll let it slide for just this once

yourusername: damn right you will 🔫🔫🔫

oscarpiastri: okay no threatening my team on a post about my podium

yourusername: i guess they're fine (FOR NOW) (the next time i see team orders it's on sight)

mclarenf1: ... does this mean no more pasta parties? :(

yourusername: get my boy his first win and pasta for life for all of you

user6: the way y/n and oscar's mum both fell into each other when oscar crossed the finish line

user7: they're so real for that

user8: y/n is REAL wag representation, i too would go FUCKING mental if my boyf got a podium i would also be spraying champagne all over the garage and crying my eyes out

yourusername: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU

oscarpiastri: I LOVE YOU MORE, THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS SUPPORTING ME - and looking after my mum after you caused a stampede in the garage

yourusername: hold on nicole is just as crazy as me

oscarpiastri: my two favourite women EVA

user9: when you're besties with your boyf's mum >>

landonorris: congrats oscahhhhhhh - how does one procure one of these bouquets?

oscarpiastri: hands off pal 🤨

landonorris: i just want CANDY STOP ACCUSING ME OF STUFF

yourusername: oh so now you want my food ....

landonorris: why are you ganging up on me ??? I'M JUST A CHILD ???

user10: i love watching oscar and y/n ganging up on lando

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logansargeant: category is: thirdwheeling - the food is a definite plus

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user12: the real best trio in f1 ... sorry 2019 rookies

alexalbon: logie bear beating the unseasoned allegations... i am impressed

logansargeant: i am cultured?

yourusername: logan had no choice, he was eating what i made him

logansargeant: but i liked it!

yourusername: you did, i'm a proud mother

alexalbon: what are the chances of me and james getting some of the y/n food, we deserve it more than mclaren

yourusername: name the price...

user13: i love how oscar and y/n have collected so many drivers this season despite being the youngest

oscarpiastri: not even finished my first season and we've accumulated so many "children"

logansargeant: don't have a gf who is such a good chef if you didn't want to babysit me

yourusername: we can't help it we're mOTHER

oscarpiastri: 💅

charles_leclerc: @oscarpiastri did our post podium dinner in aus mean nothing? you're neglecting your 26 year old child

maxverstappen1: classic treatment of the eldest girl 😔

yourusername: you guys done being dramatic?

charles_leclerc: one second

charles_leclerc: YOU'RE JUST THE SAME AS EVERYONE ELSE, PICK ME UP AND DROP ME - USERS !!!!

charles_leclerc: okay done :)

oscarpiastri: ok... idk what the fuck is going on here

maxverstappen1: we want food [bangs cutlery on imaginary table]

user14: oscar going from being the shy one on the grid to wrangling charles and max is killing me

user15: him and y/n have the grid wrapped around their finger

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yourusername: this is everything you have ever deserved

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user18: i am going to throw myself on the track and let oscar run me over and put me out of my misery

oscarpiastri: i love you so much, couldn't do it without your support

yourusername: NUH UH you're SUPER DUPER AMAZINGLY FAST and i am lucky to be here to witness you :)

oscarpiastri: okay.... but no more passing out in the garage

yourusername: i'm just a girl 🎀

oscarpiastri: my girl x

yourusername: YOUR GIRL (i've seen the tiktok edits BACK OFF)

user19: the way the other team members and teams let them have their moment was so cute

user20: zak brown pushing her to the front to be able to see him on the podium... maybe i don't hate him as much as i thought

user21: her taking ten billion photos while crying her eyes out was so cute

yourusername: they're all blurry 🧍🏻‍♂️

maxverstappen1: i guess you're the only one i'll tolerate outshining my championship win... congrats oscar!

oscarpiastri: thank you max :) also thank you to gp for giving y/n an ice pack

yourusername: gp got his name on a piece of cake

maxverstappen1: what about my cake?

yourusername: i guess i can spare another slice for you

oscarpiastri: we can give you a whole cake tomorrow if you let me win tomorrow?

maxverstappen1: nice try dude

yourusername: you haven't tried it yet

oscarpiastri: it's laced with crack (literally, DQ coming fast)

maxverstappen1: ????

yourusername: we jest

oscarpiastri: or do we?

user22: is gp another person they've collected?

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oscarpiastri: no one else i'd rather celebrate with

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user23: they don't know it yet but they're actually my parents

user24: yeah, yeah oscar won a race woo BUT MAMA DROP THE RECIPE FOR THE THIRD SLIDE LOOKS LIKE IT BANGS

yourusername: i'm so unbelievably proud of you oscar, crying in the club right now

oscarpiastri: i didn't know the shower was also called the club (i can hear you crying and though i'm grateful you are this happy for me, it's getting slightly concerning)

yourusername: i just can't contain my excitement for you and it's turned into tears HAPPY TEARS

oscarpiastri: my mum can hear it from her room as well

yourusername: can't believe i'm being shamed like this

landonorris: will you cry this much for my first win

yourusername: nope, actively praying against it

landonorris: WHAT ??? OSCAR STOP HER SHE'S BEEN TOO MEAN THIS TIME

yourusername: i only want oscar to win every race from now until he retires soz buddy

oscarpiastri: idk that sounds like a good deal to me lando

landonorris: @yourusername i hope you drown in your tears

user25: well that escalated

danielricciardo: proud of you baby aussie !!! how can we get some aussie bbq in the paddock as celebration @yourusername 🤭

yourusername: someone get me a grill asap

danielricciardo: okay max it's time to stop being selfish, let oscar win another race so we can get more bbq i'm homesick

maxverstappen1: that's cute and all but FUCK THEM KIDS

yourusername: well no bbq for you then

maxverstappen1: you and oscar love me really

oscarpiastri: ???

user26: the way y/n tussles with these men kills me

user27: at this point get her a microphone and get her on that grid walk

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mclarenf1: y/n delivered the pasta party she promised (admin is now in a food coma no more posts for the rest of the day)

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user28: the way we all thought this was a joke... i am now unwell

user29: dead ass the cutest thing i've ever seen

yourusername: thank you for having me besties, thank you for giving oscar a fast car and i hope you all actually make your flights in your pasta-induced naps

mclarenf1: that carbonara has me snoozing up a storm

oscarpiastri: (we nearly missed our flight)

landonorris: worth it, that pasta banged

yourusername: why thank you everyone i am blushing

yourusername: but real talk when does all this pasta translate into team orders in oscar's favour

mclarenf1: i don't think that's in my job description

landonorris: ...

oscarpiastri: well....

yourusername: you're making me look like a bad person 😭 i just want oscar to have the best possible time ever

oscarpiastri: i love you <3

landonorris: ugh... i guess that's cute

user30: i have never been more jealous ever in my life and it's over PASTA

georgerussell63: i am mobilising the GDPA against this. it's either pasta for ALL of us or NONE of us

yourusername: bring back seb you big wet wipe

georgerussell63: EXCUSE YOU!

charles_leclerc: i am an honourary italian and i am quite frankly offended i was not at least offered the left overs

oscarpiastri: but this was my special pasta party for my sprint win :(

georgerussell63: don't try and use that very cute and wholesome excuse with me mister, we have been robbed of pasta

yourusername: you queens are so dramatic i can't

user31: this sport is so unserious, they wouldn't protest over the conditions this weekend but pasta is where they draw the line 😭

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yourusername: if you're at COTA come on down to my bbq station it's mr america (@logansargeant) approved

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user33: miss ma'am is really raising the bar for all wags at this point

user34: who else is doing up masterchef at the track

logansargeant: i can confirm it is very good

yourusername: i knew there was a reason we love you logie bear

logansargeant: the ribs were so good you should honestly get an american passport

user35: guys i went and omg IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD + y/n was so fucking nice and said all proceeds are going to helping disadvantaged children get into karting

user36: my heart is so full i love them

maxverstappen1: slowing me down by making me have bbq i see how it is

yourusername: no one forced you to eat it buddy

maxverstappen1: well it's steak and mac and cheese ur dumb if you think i'm NOT fucking it up

yourusername: you got me there

danielricciardo: that was scrummy

charles_leclerc: petition for this to be here every week

georgerussell63: this just makes me more angry about missing out on pasta

user37: oscar is so much stronger than me cause if i had y/n i'd be asking for an absolute feast all of the time and would not stick to my meal plan

oscarpiastri: my favourite person doing her favourite thing <3

yourusername: you're my favourite thing

landonorris: keep that to yourself

yourusername: i can't love my bf now?

landonorris: that man is a child keep it PG

oscarpiastri: you made it not PG

yourusername: stop forcing your agenda on us lando

landonorris: i can't win with you people

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oscarpiastri: first season done. proud. ready to eat like a king

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user38: i don't think i've ever barked in response to a picture of food

landonorris: where's mineeeeee :((((((((

oscarpiastri: season is over mate. y/n is back to being mine and mine only, we're hibernating in aus

landonorris: selfish

yourusername: let us eat our sushi in peace this off season

user39: oscar ready to keep y/n to himself what a king

oscarpiastri: tired of sharing my gf :( i know she's the bestest ever but still i was getting separation anxiety when she was stolen to make food for george

georgerussell63: no regrets

yourusername: you were always a king, but i'm ready to treat you like royalty

oscarpiastri: right back at you, queen

yourusername: all the food WE want all off season

maxverstappen1: okay guys we can hear you

charles_leclerc: this is no way to talk about your 27 year old children honestly

landonorris: i'm calling childline actually

yourusername: feel free girl, kiss my ass cause you won't see it for months

landonorris: GASP!

oscarpiastri: that's been brewing, stop asking y/n to make you chicken dippers bro

landonorris: :(

yourusername: regardless of all the tomfoolery and the stray cats (drivers) we've picked up, i'm so proud of you oscar - here's to an even better year next year

oscarpiastri: thank you, my love. couldn't do it without you. i love you.

yourusername: i love you too osc

fin.

note: heyyy?? yeah i've kinda gone missing in action. i am working on the last two WIPs but i am so busy and my writers block is so bad i had to revisit an old fave lol. hope yall enjoy !

[thescreamcorner]

Sometimes it's really really concerning how much anti-psychiatry and anti-recovery rhetoric exists-- and for once I'm not just talking about endos, but even within the OSDDID internetsphere, especially in actively pro self dx circles. It's not to say that you can't or shouldn't work on things away from a healthcare team, but with chronic and intensely debilitating disorders it is rare, if not impossible to fully be "fine" without help.

Like. If you're experiencing dissociative amnesia or memory/identity issues in general (even when caused by things as innocuously treated online like ADHD if it's at a debilitating level), you NEED someone who isn't affected by those things in order to have a sense of grounding and heal. And it's vital for that to be someone who has a baseline understanding of how dissociative disorders work.

My caseworker calls are sometimes the only thing giving me any sense of the passage of time, and she remembers things during calls that I completely forget or dissociate through. Not even my partner can consistently provide this because of her time blindness, vs the professional who reaches out, doesn't have a disorder affecting her memory, and takes notes during our calls.

My therapy visits, as infrequent as they've been lately, are some of the only reason why we've made progress toward one of our alters no longer making contact with our abusers when she fronts, and that fight isn't over yet. My partner can't stop her from doing it-- she'll wait until they're asleep. They also don't have the resources or bandwidth to address with her why doing this is bad, and if they intervene incorrectly it increases the chance that one day I wake up in another state.

I get from firsthand experience that healthcare, especially in the US, is notoriously inaccessible, and in some places the facilities available are full of inexperienced, incompassionate tools who don't care about their patients. But instead of using that as an excuse to stop trying, instead of pushing others into not seeking care and not trusting doctors, that needs to get channeled into finding and providing resources.

Many states have government funded healthcare available for those below the poverty line. Many facilities offer payment scaling plans even without insurance. A fair amount of insurance companies that "don't cover this" will make exceptions if you go through other channels and get professional referrals. It's not easy, it's not always free, and it's not fast. For those underage, it may be awhile before you can legally access it.

But for the love of all that is sacred on this burning planet, do NOT discourage trauma survivors from trying to get psychiatric help over the potential of a bad experience or a bad doctor. You are not helping people heal and learn to love themselves. You are creating paranoia and enforcing a regressive mentality that can prevent someone from reaching out before its too late.

[hxltic]

i have this idea of gymnast! reader and bokuto that I can't get put of my headddd, like her going to his practice and him going to readers as well 😫 cute

Omgomg this is so cute!! I used to be a gymnast😼

The power couple. Y’all do everything together.

Before he went pro, you both attended the same college. He was captain for the last two years he was there, well known throughout campus, but mainly for reasons other than his volleyball talent. Innocent reasons, of course.

But I mean can you blame them? Look at him.

Big bright eyes, expressive and sweet. Huge too. On top of practically towering over everyone he meets, his vivacious nature makes you comfortable and him a likable person overall. It’s not surprising seeing all of the girls that would attach themselves to him.

He’d politely decline, and looking over his show-stopping smile, it provides enough comfort after being rejected to ask if they can recruit themselves as friends instead. He can’t say no to friends, especially after already saying it once, so he internally sighs and nods his head. It was awkward the first few times but he’s come to learn they never actually call. And if they text, it’s just basic conversation that he feels they don’t actually care to know about him.

You met at a meeting for the athletes held by the school, basically congratulating the hard work and achievements of the individual teams and important players. He went up in ranks for his hitting accuracy, dependability, and being an accomplished six rotation player. An overall asset to his team. He shakes the hand of his coach and an older man, taking his certificate, and standing up on the stage for the picture.

After entering the transfer portal, you were elated when one of the top scoring colleges for Women’s Collegiate Gymnastics gave you an offer. Of course you took the chance. With the sport being more of an individual achievement, even though the scoring is all added up in the end, you consistently dropped incredible numbers for the team. You like vault the best, but your teammates are in love with your floor routine and music.

So you go up next. Your hair moving behind you as you step up to your own coach and shake her hand, then receive the frame, ordered to stand right next to Bokuto.

His weight might be shifting, and his eyes may be flickering back and forth from you to the clapping audience of your peers, but he can’t help it. You’re the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

You’re only a few centimeters shorter, your skin glistens, and your pretty eyes are hid from him when your side profile leaves curly hair fallen over your ears. He forces himself to look forward for the last group picture of the ceremony, making a mental note to look up the name he’s heard called by the announcer more than once.

And he does just that. It was a little creepy at first but that was how you met. Now, you both go to the gym in your free time. He powers you through your sets, promising different motivators (new shoes) and food, while you try your best to do the same to him. Most of the time is spent giggling, but hey. Y’all work out with your respective teams on the days you’re supposed to, so does it really matter?

You mainly watch his games because some of your practices are on the same day. Watching these men swing with all their might knowing people on the other side are intended to receive the hit is insane to you. Watching who he explained is the libero throw himself around or get behind balls that seem to be barreling toward his face. You would literally shit yourself.

Meanwhile, when Bokuto comes to watch you, he admires the technical training and physicality that goes into running full speed at an inanimate object and tossing yourself around. How you manage not only to balance, but make it look pretty, and stay pretty doing it. He claims he gets sweaty and gross.

Sometimes after a workout, he’ll walk into your practice and finds a seat somewhere. He hears fast steps, vault boards going off, mats caving from being landed on—it’s all music to his ears now. He’s unironically close with your coach (as he is all the others, and the dietician), mainly because he’s around for you. You try not to get distracted by his slumped figure eyeing you from afar. It gets hard when you do full out routines at the end and you stick it.

He doesn’t truly understand the scoring and how meticulous it is, just that a fall is bad and you have to try your best not to wobble. Which is exactly why even if it wasn’t your best routine, it looked all the perfect to him, and he celebrates when you land your dismount.

There’s nothing more he loves than watching you get ready before meets. Braiding your own hair or letting your teammate do it, putting glitter of the school colors in spots on your face to match the leotard, doing the makeup, and putting the colorful bows in the bun— it’s all a process to him. You look gorgeous after, even when you’ve tucked yourself away in the school tracksuit that hides those thick legs he knows you has.

That’s what he loves most. God, your legs. Your whole physique really. Long, strong legs and thighs that could crush him. Arms that he has to remind you are sexy when you’re looking at yourself in a dress.

Bokuto is strong, he knows that. He’s been athletic and probably has never been out of shape a day in his life. To be with someone that matches his lifestyle and is amazing at her sport? He considers himself blessed. There’s nobody that understands him like you do.

©️hxltic

[muffin-man-marq-lynch]

"You hear that guys? He's the Feeling. He's the Feeling."

Oh Thank Fuck I get to be an MJF girlie and do some unhinged ranting about his mental state and ADHD again it's been a bleak few weeks waiting for crumbs y'all and the Dynamite before All In gave a fucking cake.

I literally burst out and crowed 'There it is, There he fucking is' when Max snapped with "They loved me 'til you showed up and ruined it" and of course everything that came afterwards, but what I can't stop thinking about this morning is what came before.

The Triller cast was cut and delayed by 90 full minutes so I don't know how long that showdown really ran, but the back and forth fare between the two seems like it's fairly standard for Max at this point, minus his 'Murica gimmick, right? He's the backbone of this company, they need him for the ratings, he doesn't need to prove himself with ridiculous, dangerous, technical skills every week in the ring to be loved, just show his skills on the stick and his natural charms, etc... we've heard a version of this a dozen times, both in heel turn and not.

So what's different? What got under his skin?

Will cheated. And I'm not sure he even knew he was doing it.

MJF has locked himself into the cold, emotionless, I don't care about the fans or anyone else, 'I am about the ratings and business' mentality to protect himself from the massive RSD he suffered during his injury and rehab. "I'm about the facts, and facts don't care about feelings."

So any attacks on him? Fine. But then, we see Will start to attack his professional career, his title run, and arguably the peak of his career so far at Wembley last year at All In 2023 (taking out the emotional layer) with the resolution of his tag-team partnership /Face turn arc with a looming betrayal by Adam Cole in a match that's been regularly listed as one of the best written and emotional moments of pro-wrestling in the last decade, which Will called "two friends jerking each other off, innit"

MJF responds a bit more aggressively, but then there's a line that catches me off guard every time I hear Will Ospreay say it the next round.

"There's something that I know about wrestling, and the history books. They can easily be rewritten. What can't be rewritten is How People Feel."

Like... boy. What. I'm dying laughing over here, that is... Hilariously naive or you're just saying shit. But I'm looking at Max's face now and he's not laughing, because he knows that's not true at all. The fans rewrote how they felt about him, then they did it again, and he didn't have control over why. And then Ospreay taps into another MJF classic theme: Isolation vs the desire for Unconditional Love, ironically the thing he is mocking MJF for thinking he had last year.

"That's why I can't lose, not in front of my wife, my family, this support system, and I know why you don't like me, because it took you four years to win 'em over, and it took me four beats of my music to win 'em over."

So now MJF's new position is much more classic: show Ospreay that he's just MJF a year ago. The fans are fleeting, love doesn't stay, the Feeling goes away, and it's worse when it does if you aren't ready and nobody prepared you. All you can rely on are the Facts. It's for the best. One little ADHD wrestler kid to another. He's going to help him see that.

Because Ospreay? Ospreay is being a hypocrite. He's trying to paint himself as The Feeling while also being the technical whiz kid flipster who's above all the emotional gimmicks and plot and drama that were Max's forte. And you know what? That's fine. Totally fair. But he has to learn the price that Max did. That you lose the crowd, the adoration, getting to be the golden boy. You can restore wrestling to its pristine glory, or be loved. But not both. Never both.

[nicoleheichou]

Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 67: Through All The Craziness

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

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You lift Kimi up into your arms so that she can get a better view of her dad. She doesn't understand much of what's going on but she does know that they won, which causes her to cheer along with the other fans. Your eyes don't leave Sakusa, watching as he moves along the court to congratulate his teammates before they're gathering to thank the opposing team for a good game. You watch as Kageyama walks off the court with his teammates and you can't help but feel sad for him, making a mental note to do something nice for him to help cheer him up a bit.

Sakusa looks up into the stands, his eyes catching yours before he's motioning for you to come onto the court. You turn to tell Kenma but he's already lightly pushing you towards the direction of the court. You try to get onto the court as quickly as you can, having to dodge fans who were attempting to leave before it got busy. You finally make it onto the court, Sakusa being interviewed by a reporter you come to realize is from the sports channel he loves to watch.

His eyes light up when you make your way over to him, Kimi already reaching for him as soon as he's at arms length. "What would you say was the determining--" The reporter's question ending before she can even finish asking it, thanks to Kimi squealing at seeing her dad. "Congratulations daddy!" You watch as she beams at him before he's placing a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you sweetie." He says with a grin before his eyes move to look at you. He apologizes to the reporter before he's shifting Kimi to his other arm, using his now free arm to tug you towards him. "Congratulations my love." You smile at him as he quickly thanks you, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before turning his attention back to the reporter, pulling you snugly into his side.

She greets you and Kimi before she continues along with her questions, once she's asked all that she wanted to, she excuses herself to interview the other players. "Munchkin!" Kimi let's out a giggle before she's being taken from Sakusa by Atsumu. "I'm going to borrow her for a bit." He says without waiting for a response from either of you as he walks off to go photo bomb Hinata's interview.

You move to stand off to the side, not wanting to be in anymore interviews if Kimi was gone but the arm he has around you keeps you in place, if anything he's pulling you closer to him. You listen to the questions the reporter asks him, nodding along as he answers, zoning out every once in awhile once the questions become repetitive.

"I just have one more question for you Sakusa-san and then I can let you enjoy your time with your teammates and family." He says which causes you to shift your attention back to the reporter in front of you. Sakusa nods for him to go ahead and ask the question, "What are your thoughts on your ex girlfriend Kimura Emiko being arrested?" You feel him tense beside you, clearly being caught off guard at the question.

You know you're no better, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. Before he can ask anymore questions Kuroo is already stepping in between the both of you and the reporter. "That's all the questions he'll be answering today." Before you have time to process anything you're being led away by Kenma. You were blindsided by the question so you didn't protest when Kenma shoved the both of you into a room and informed you that Kakucho would be standing outside.

"Darling? Is this what you wanted to talk about?" Sakusa questions as soon as he gathers his bearings. You let out a sigh before nodding. "I was hoping that it wouldn't get leaked yet, Kenma was working hard to try and keep it under wraps for a little longer. But it's true. She was arrested right before the game." You watch as his mouth opens before closing, no doubt struggling to try and form a coherent thought.

You motion for him to take a seat on the bench that was leaned up against the wall before you take a seat beside him. "Was this the good news you were talking about?" You can't help but cringe at the phrasing, although you didn't like her you didn't think it was good news that she was arrested or what had led to her arrest, but you just didn't want him to worry when you'd told him earlier.

"I only said that because I didn't want you to worry. If I'd told you it was bad news you would have been thinking about it the whole time and you'd have been distracted from the game. Or maybe you would have thought it was good news? I don't know. I was hoping we could talk about this later because we should be celebrating, but now that it's out there, let me explain everything before you say anything. Okay? I just want you to see things from my point of view and I hope you won't be upset with me." You watch as his eyes scan your face before he nods, agreeing to let you speak while he listens.

You stand up from where you're sitting, the anxious energy too much for you to handle sitting down. "You know how we were at the cat café today?" You turn to look at him as you pace back and forth in front of him. He hums in acknowledgment, eyes watching your form as you walk from one end of the room to the other. "So Ran was helping Kenma because the cats wouldn't leave him alone, it's a long story...anyway while the two of them were dealing with that situation, I went to get more dessert because Kimi and I were craving these strawberry chocolate cupcakes, she was only a few steps behind me and when I turned around to check on her she was gone." You watch as his eyes widen at the information, no doubt worried about what you were going to say next.

"We looked everywhere for her, no one in the café knew where she was. And then Ran found her bunny...you know the one Tsum gave her...out back in the alley way." You hear a gasp escape his lips causing you to stop your pacing to look at him. You could tell he wanted to ask questions but he'd promised to let you finish before he did, so he was trying to honor that.

"I was panicking, like on the verge of a literal breakdown, absolutely hysterical. My first instinct was to call you and tell you because Kimi is your daughter and you need to know what happened. But I was so concerned with not wanting you to miss out on the finals, I know how hard you'd worked alongside the team to get here so I didn't want to jeopardize that..." You can tell he's trying his best not to interrupt you but there's only so much he can take. He gets up from his place on the bench and makes his way towards you. Placing his hands on your waist he does his best to try and comfort you, thumbs rubbing at your sides.

"In the end I decided not to tell you. Ran and his friends were the ones who were able to track Kimi down...and it turns out she was staying at our hotel. I'm sure it was her way of taunting us, making us think that she took Kimi somewhere far so that we'd panic, but baby, as soon as I found out, I didn't waste a second, I went right to her. I know I should probably say that I'm not proud of what I did next, but then I'd be lying." You look up into his eyes and you can't help but smirk, remembering the look on her face at what happened next.

"She hired some muscle and that's all they were good for honestly, they were dumb as hell. I knocked on the door and practically let myself in, they were so slow to react. But anyway, I found our baby and she was fine, she was scared, but she was fine." You say, hands coming up to rub his shoulders already seeing how worried he is at what you could say next.

"I found her with that snake. She was trying to use our baby as a shield so that I wouldn't try anything. But she wasn't counting on how smart our baby is. Remember how I called you on the first day of pre-school?" You question as you bring your hands up to either side of his face so that he could look at you. You notice the way he tries to hide the smirk that is desperately trying to appear on his face. "I think I know where this is going..."

You let out a chuckle before nodding. "I told her to do her best. And baby, you should have seen her! She chomped down on her hand so hard that it caught that snake off guard which caused her to shove her towards me and she was screaming at her guys to get us but like I said, they're dumb as hell, but they also have a conscience? So they didn't listen to her. Once Ran and Kenma caught up and I knew Kimi was safe...let's just say I went crazy?"

He lets out a chuckle before nodding for you to continue. "I made sure Kimi couldn't hear or see anything...obviously, before I took matters into my own hands. The scratch on my face isn't from a cat, it was from her. I'm sorry for lying, I just didn't want to worry you. I kind of let my anger get the best of me and went crazy with all the slaps to her face that I gave but if you want me to apologize for that I won't. She deserved what she got. Her being arrested was just the icing on the cake." You feel him tug you closer to him, forehead coming to rest on your own.

You lock eyes with him, watching as they soften when he realizes you're looking back at him. "Can I speak now?" You pout before rolling your eyes. "You're asking permission now? When you interrupted me earlier?" You can't help but tease which causes him to let out another chuckle before apologizing.

"I'm not pleased that I was kept out of the loop over something as serious as this. You're right, she is my daughter and I should know what's going on with her at all times. You're also right that I would have left to help look for her, leaving my team without any time to prepare for my absence. I would have let them down if that happened. But Darling, there's no one else on this Earth that I trust more with Kimi than you, she's your daughter as much as she is mine, so I trust your judgment. You took everything into account before making a decision and was able to get our brat back and still have time to cheer me on. I'm sure it wasn't an easy decision to keep me out of this, so I just want you to know I'm not mad. I just wish I was there for you both."

You exhale and it comes out a little shaky, having held your breath waiting for his response. He wipes away some tears that had slid down your face, you were fully prepared to be yelled at because you know how much he cares for Kimi so you weren't expecting him to be so understanding or for him to say he trusts you to make decisions dealing with Kimi, because that's a BIG deal. He's given you permission to make decisions for his daughter. You know he's told you time and time again that he sees you as his end game but to have this kind of confirmation, it's overwhelming...in a good way. "Just, promise me, if anything like this happens again, which I hope won't, call me. Kimi will always be my top priority, but I don't want you to have to face something like this alone. Okay?" You nod, a smile slowly creeping onto your face. "I love you Omi. So much. Thank you for being so understanding."

He places his hands on either side of your face, carefully tilting your head up. "I love you too Darling. More than you know. Thank you for staying with me...with us, through all the craziness." And with that he leans in to plant a kiss onto your lips. You let him take the lead, happy to just be manhandled by him after the eventful day you'd had. Before things can get anymore heated there's a knock on the door, causing the both of you to slightly pull away, attentions turned towards the door.

"Mommy! Daddy! Are we going yet? Uncle Ken said he'll buy me all the ice cream I want tonight! After dinner of course." You can't help but chuckle before nodding. Sakusa tugging your hand to lead you out the door.

I was leaning towards having Sakusa be angry because kidnapping is serious but we're here for fluff so I decided not to.

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[aashi-heartfilia]

MHA Headcanons#03:

Ochako will be the most popular pro hero out there?

I have seen a lot of people predict and write fan fictions where Uraraka is often depicted as an underdog and not as popular as her other fellow hero classmates. If Deku is no #01, she is #20 or something and she's usually very insecure about her weight, chubby figure, and personality and has low self esteem in general, which is kinda weird if you look at all the canon material we have...

From the get go, it is implied that Uraraka is strong, not just physically but mentally.

She is supposed to be the Ultimate Hero that will surpass All Might in terms of both power and influence she has on the mass of people.

She made it to the top 3 in the practical exams of UA entrance test and secured a position in the top 16 in the sports fest.

She might not be a prodigy like Bakugo or Todoroki, and she might not have All Might's legacy either but she is a strong hero in her own right.

In fact, from her internship with Gunheads to joining Team Ryukyu, she did it all on her own merit.

She managed to go toe to toe against Bakugo, who was the winner of the entire sports fest!

Plus, the strength and mental fortitude she showcased in the sports fest, helped her gain offers from various agencies, something that even Momo wasn't able to secure, because she hardly did anything against Tokoyami in their match.

I'm not saying that Momo's quirk is not powerful. In fact it's quite the opposite but it more or less depends upon how a person uses it.

Just like how Toga used Ochako's Quirk to kill numerous villains in one go, while Ochako resolved to not let a single person drop to their deaths and led her to her quirk Awakening.

And this takes me to my next point. Why wouldn't the golden girl Uravity be popular?

SHE CAN LITERALLY LIFT THE ENTIRE CITY!!

AND IT WAS ON LIVE TV!!!

She would be getting offers from various agencies in the entire world because who wouldn't want a hero that can lift an entire mountain?

She is not some low paid rescue hero, called over during the aftermath just to pick up the rubble.

She's THE HERO THAT SAVES EVERYONE.

Her words inspire people to take action!

Her actions inspire people to take action!

How could she not be one of the most popular heroes of JAPAN?

Plus in one of the recent TUM chapters, a guy was specifically charmed by Ochako's presence after seeing her in a commercial and the entire chapter was about that.

Plus, she's really pretty. Have I already mentioned in one of my blogs that Ochako is canonically one of the prettiest girls of class 1a? Her name literally means 'a beautiful day' and 'green tea girl'. Horikoshi himself leaves no opportunity to beautify her and he even considered himself a genius when he came up with her name!

So, she's not just strong but also beautiful.

So with all that being said, I don't know what people writing these fanfics are thinking?

[imthepunchlord]

(about Zodiac Heroes AU)

Interestingly, fact that Mouse Miraculous allows Marinette to "become her own Team", might enhance her "I need to do everything by myself, without asking anyone for help" problem

In "worst case scenario", I feel that it would cause her to outright attack other Heroes, for "interrupting her job" and because she would feel that "their Miraculous are safer when she has them"

Man, you have an extreme perception of Marinette. I'd say she's more likely to be passive aggressive than actually physically hostile. Like, even in close combat. She works off evasion than actually attacking back. Only time I know her getting physical is punching Felix, but that was valid.

Honestly, the only ones that get physically hostile (that i know/remember) are Adrien (Scarabella), Chloe (has literally shoved Marinette onto sidewalk), Gabriel (sent Adrien across Paris), and Nathaniel (Reverser). And technically Alya as Scarabella, but Chat attacked first so I can give leeway in defending herself.

I could see it more likely her taking Miraculous away, but in extreme cases of misuse, like Gabriel terrorizing Paris and Chloe nearly causing a train accident.

But I do agree on this issue with Mouse. Honestly, Mouse I see as a double edged sword for Marinette.

If she's got a lot to do an overwhelmed, this is a great Miraculous for her to use.

But she's a busy body, she likes to be busy. She's a perfectionist who likes things to go how she thinks she should. She involves herself, thinks she can get this done, she'll take care of something for someone, and she does have this mentality of "I have to handle this/be responsible".

I don't think I've ever seen Marinette really sit and relax, I kinda wonder if she doesn't know how and just gets restless.

So yeah given that she likes to be productive and THE problem solver, Mouse I do feel will feed into that. She's going to think of how much she can get done, how much she can solve, and yeah, she could be her own functioning team defined by efficiency and resourcefulness.

Which could open up a possibility of her opting out working with a team, but it could also just have her so busy and over involved, she's going to overwhelm herself or miss life.

And the little we see of Mullo, I'm not sure this kwami could address the issue.

Out of all the Zodiac, Mouse is really bottom of the barrel for me in what could go to Marinette. I think at most it'd be nice for her to use on occasion but not fully own. I see more cons than pros.

So it'll be something to explore for Zodiac Heroes.

[heartsandmuses]

weekly lineup

for @stonyauniverse january week 3 // "nice try, canon"

for @warmandfluffybingocards // square: "free space"

marvel cinematic universe. tony stark/steve rogers. rated g. 1k.

canon-divergent au where steve and tony are still alive to lead the next generation of avengers.

— — —

Tony’s favorite thing about spending Sunday mornings in the Compound was watching Steve post the weekly team lineup.

“Alright, no pushing and shoving, this’ll be up here all week. You can take a look at it whenever you need to, okay?” Steve reminded everybody, though his gaze drifted pointedly toward the kids—the newer recruits—who were practically bouncing in their seats out of pure excitement. Slowly, Steve grabbed a Mjlonir-shaped magnet and stuck the roster in its usual spot on the fridge, backing a few steps away before he said, “Okay, it’s up! Go ahead, everyone. And remember — if your name’s at the top, you’re on-call this week, if you’re at the bottom, you’re on the reserve team, and if you’re not up there at all, you’ve got the week off.”

The words were like a starting shot, and despite Steve’s warning to take things slow, Peter, Kamala, and Kate all made a mad dash towards the list. Honestly, Tony was surprised none of them had knocked over any of the kitchen stools in their haste, though it seemed like Peter nearly tripped over himself on the way, his spidey-senses catching him just in time.

Steve looked over at Tony as if to say, can you believe this? even though he’d witnessed this exact scene play out countless times before. Tony just smiled behind his mug of coffee and offered a fond shake of his head to reply, I know.

It was a good system they had going on. Now that the rotating lineup of Avengers was growing every day, only about half the team needed to be on-call anymore, barring an actual end-of-the-universe level threat. And with so many newer, younger team members coming in, it only made sense to pair each of them up with a more experienced, more seasoned pro to learn the ropes. They trained together, they went on missions together, they learned from each other, and the next week, the newbies were partnered with someone else to repeat the process. It allowed them to hone different skills with different mentors, and see which personalities and powers meshed well together. 

It was certainly working out well so far, Tony had to admit. The newer Avengers were already starting to show a ton of improvement from all of the practice and mentorship, and the older ones benefited immensely from the occasional time off. Even if all the gods and super-soldiers around here weren’t slowed down by age, they still could use the rest — missions could be just as emotionally and mentally draining as they were physically, sometimes even more so.

In any case, it sure made things a lot easier than being on-call—and on edge—24/7. Besides, there was something to be said about having a general work-life balance, something that Tony wouldn’t have even dreamed of back in the early days. Now, he was finding that it wasn’t so bad, taking some time for himself. For the people he cared about.

He exchanged another glance with his co-captain.

“Come on, move over, I wanna see!” Kamala said, stuck peering over Peter and Kate’s shoulders, the shortest of the three of them.

“Aha! I got Natasha!” Kate said, finally moving out of Kamala’s way to give Nat a high-five.

“I’m with Thor!” Kamala announced, once she found her name on the roster. “Oh, this is gonna be so cool!”

"I've got Captain Rogers!" Peter glanced at Tony with a bright grin. “And— did you see, Mr. Stark? You're not up here this week!”

“I did see, Mr. Parker,” Tony replied with a laugh. “I made that list, y’know. Well, helped make it. If I had it entirely my way, Steve and I would both be getting the week off.”

His pointed look was met with a fond eye-roll, as Steve settled into the seat next to him. “We will, soon enough,” he promised, giving Tony a gentle pat on the arm in consolation. “Once we know that the trainees can handle themselves without us.”

“Hey, c’mon, give us some credit,” Kate scoffed. “We’ve been doing great so far!”

“She’s got a point there, Cap,” Natasha chimed in. “It won’t be the end of the world if you and Tony take a vacation. And if it is, we’ll call you back in.“

“Yeah, we’ve got things covered,” Kamala said confidently.

But before anyone else could offer up their two cents on the matter, the alarm went off overhead. Over the speakers, Maria Hill announced, “We’ve found a hidden HYDRA base operating out of the Catskills. All on-call team members and trainees report to the Quinjet immediately.”

Steve stood back up, just as the rest of the team turned their attention to him, waiting for orders. “Alright, Avengers, if you wanna prove something, now’s the time. Let’s give it our best out there,” he said, gaze softening as he looked over the newer recruits, then his husband. “And depending on how it goes, we can reconsider next week’s roster.”

Tony’s expression brightened, and he couldn’t help but lean in for a brief kiss, ignoring all of the feigned gagging from the rest of the team. When he pulled back, it was with a dazzling, determined smile. “Well, you heard him, everyone — suit up and head out! It’s time to kick some ass!”

Steve gave Tony a nudge. “You wanna do the honors?”

“Oh, no, you’ve got it, sweetheart. It’s your week, anyway.”

The anticipation in the room was nearly palpable as Steve cleared his throat. “Avengers, assemble!” he called, and everybody moved at once, rushing to get ready.

As always, the kids were the first ones out the door. 

[pink-apollo]

Can I request for 141 with a reader who's only 18( platonic of course) and they were trained to be a soldier from a very young age so

✨Trauma✨

Bonus points if the reader has daddy issues

This had me in the feels….

I hope this was okay??? And I hope gaz doesn’t seem too ooc. First time writing for him so😭😭

Warnings: mention of truama, young solider, parental issues, mentions of mental health

Price

💜Price has seen many things in his time of being in the task force. Has seen and been through things that no one should go through at any age.

💜The moment you join the task force he was well surprised but also worried to say the least. How could someone so young be here?? Is very protective of you. He knows you can protect your self and are capable of many things! But he just can’t fathom the idea of you dying because of him

💜It was never spoken nor mentioned how price had become a parental figure in your life. He’s seen you angry, loosing control because of the frustration. So he took it upon himself to be that figure, to be that parent. And I must say, he’s one hell of a dad

💜As very impressed of your marksman skills and had you often with him and gaz on missions

Ghost

🖤Sees himself in you a lot and it hurts him. How you just go quiet when on missions, dropping people left and right shakes him to the core at times. Will never admit that but will do his best for you to have a better life with the 141 task force

🖤He knows very little of your background but knows that it wasn’t easy. Fighting every day to just stay alive, barley sleeping, always on the move

🖤Although Simone is very protective of you, possibly a little more than price but in a brotherly way. Helps to show you how to keep your aim steady, breathing tactics, and how to be stealthy

🖤Isn’t very open with his past and bring up, but he’ll tell a little for you so you don’t feel alone like him. Nothing better than relating traumas with one another

(It’s actually very therapeutic and to feel like you’re not the only one who’s going through or have been through something, just clarify)

(With the heigh comparison to ghost, is soap a short king? Or am I tripping?)

Soap

❤️Was unsure how to handle you joining 141. Wasn’t against the idea of you joining at all, but felt sad. It takes a lot to join the squad and to see you in your gear standing before them made him go cold

❤️Honestly did scare him at one point and soap wasn’t sure how to feel about it but shook it off only knowing how you felt was much worse. Took it upon himself to engage with you everyday so you felt less lonely and more like a team

❤️Soap has read some of your profile and knows how back at home you were trained to be a solider. Thinks that is more than enough to traumatize a child but here you are. Standing tall with a look of death in your eyes

❤️Honestly likes having you around. If anything, Soap had been the one to break you out of your shell along side gaz too! Is blown away by your humor and loves to hear your witty remarks

Gaz

💕Gaz honestly thought with how you handled yourself was in your 20’s. How you spoke with absolute might in your voice, taking orders like a pro without asking questions, overall a typical well trained solider. Only to find out…you were only 18

💕Was quite curious of you and tried his best to befriend you without annoying you like soap had done before. Of course he meant well but sometimes can’t tell when enough is enough😅 which is we’re gaz comes in! The more quiet friend if you will

💕Has teared up hearing your stories from your home and past. Hates how you were forced to be a soldier at such a young age and how it changed your way of life. Gaz does his absolute best to play the big brother part in your life by taking time out to go to places with you like arcades and what not. Just because you’re a solider doesn’t mean you can’t learn how to have fun

💕Has because your best friend to talk to if you feel uncomfortable, scared, or depressed. Of course the others will always listen, but gaz just has the affect I suppose which he is happy if it means it will help you!

[cecekeating]

Jordayla S6 Finale Commentary pt1

Alright! 

Back with the final season 6 commentary for Jordayla. I have enjoyed writing these posts for you guys and I am so glad you enjoyed them. Thank you so much for reading and supporting me. I truly appreciate it.

So let’s get into Jordayla! I think a number of us predicted that this might be a crumbs episode for us. I was predicting that we would get at least one scene and I am glad my prediction came through! I was hoping I would get some confirmation of some of my theories from previous episodes but instead I got a way more open ended writing for Jordayla than I anticipated. 

Let’s start with the coaching job offer that we now know Jordan accepted. Remember the timing of this episode. It is literally a couple of hours apart from 614  so not a lot has been going on. Jordan has taken the job and in the process of helping Olivia pack, he finds a football playbook which he is super excited about. So one thing I can say is the passion for football is still in Jordan. He is excited to make use of the playbook on the job because right now, he doesn’t think the current QB is pulling his weight. I will say though that it was interesting that Olivia and Coop heard from Spencer about Jordan taking the job and not Jordan. I’m just saying!

I really thought about this scene a lot and the scene where Kai/Kia were on him for being distracted. Do you see how excited Jordan was studying the playbook? He was really invested and had to be told off for being distracted. This looks like a man that still has the fire for football in him. Him being a QB coach will likely make this passion more fierce as it is the position he has played all his life. 

So I am looking at this and I am seeing Jordan be very excited to coach the QB squad but as he continues to coach and study more of the playbook, the decision to pivot from the NFL dream may come back up. I would be very shocked if it didn't. So we will have Jordan who really loves his job as a coach being drawn to return back into football. 

Another angle can be he struggles to fit in on the job despite his excitement or he struggles to get through to his team which would make him realize that while he has the passion for football, his skills are better off playing football than coaching footballers. 

If this is the route NK is going, I will be seated because it is a very relatable storyline and one I know loads of audience members in their 20s and even 30s can relate to. You pick a path initially, you get there and you realize it is not what you expected or it ends up firing a dormant/abandoned dream in you. This is actually my personal journey and just like Layla’s mental health arc, I will be following Jordan’s arc closely to see what the writers come up with. 

It will make sense too if NK goes this route because the set up for Jordan will likely mirror NK’s personal journey. For those who don’t know, NK was an economist and worked in the field for a while before deciding to pursue TV/Screenwriting. She was working as an economist and writing plays for theater. Eventually, she decided to leave economics and pursue TV/Screenwriting. This actually happened when she was in her 20s. I can see NK wanting to tell that story through Jordan’s career arc -So having Jordan coach while he still desires to play pro or Jordan coaching and realizing playing pro is what he really wants. This also fits the character too as Jordan has always had issues with making firm decisions and struggles with self esteem. 

Another aspect to this arc is we don’t know his reasoning for taking the job. Because all I have said above can be a moot point depending on Jordan’s reasoning. So I expect to hear Jordan’s reasoning as to why he took the job next season. I am also thinking of Layla. I am assuming she is aware he decided to take the job and will be supportive. When the NFL comes back up, she will likely be a key person in that arc. If you recall in the last episode, she was the only person he talked about his decision to pivot from the NFL with. Like I said, she is tied to his football journey, not coaching journey so she will likely be involved more if/when Jordan decides he wants to play for the NFL. 

We also have the half older brother of Billy Baker. I have always known that the writers would bring Billy back up again. This time though, it would be related more to Jordan. Most of the memories of Billy have been via Olivia’s lens. We haven't really seen Jordan process his relationship with his father. Most times when Billy comes up in relation to Jordan, it is about Jordan trying to do things like him/please him (514) or Jordan convincing himself that he is in a much better place with losing Billy (601). Have it at the back of your mind that Jordan watched Billy die.  I don’t feel the writing has really tackled Jordan and Billy’s relationship with much depth.  I have always felt Jordan being married and possibly becoming a father would be a perfect avenue to revisit Billy. I can see Jordan become more reflective of his father’s actions now that he is a married Baker man. So this half brother can likely be a way for the audience to revisit Billy’s past. 

Now a key person with this arc will be GW.  Sidenote: I’ve also always felt GW would be central in Jordan processing his relationship with BIlly. If you notice in the wedding reception, GW was VERY upset talking about the picture. So there is something about this older brother that causes so much pain for Billy. This can be an avenue to flesh out Billy/GW and their relationship. We may understand why GW was the way he was with Billy and how it impacts Jordan, his relationship with Billy and his identity as a husband.  So this older brother arc will be a bit of GW/Jordan dynamic and possibly Jordan/new uncle dynamic. 

Sidenote: I actually had a head cannon for Layla that her long lost grandmother (Monica Keating’s mother) shows up unexpectedly in her life. I even had an outline and a draft version of a fan fiction for this - maybe this is a sign for me to dust that fanfic and complete it  for you.

With regards to the half older brother, I am not expecting the relationship to be smooth sailing. Jordan won’t be mean or rude but I can see Jordan and/or the uncle taking time to warm up to each other, seeing as the mere mention of this uncle upsets GW a lot. I can see the uncle being a reminder of Billy for Jordan especially at a time when Jordan is committed to moving on from the death of Billy. Having the uncle be someone in a sporting career would be fantastic to make the story more cohesive. 

continue in part 2

[jujumin-translates]

[18TRIP] Event Story | WE ARE M・T・T・B | TRACK. 7

Characters: 🫰 Chihiro Natsuyaki, ☁️ Ten Murakumo, 🎨 Kiroku Kinugawa, 🌕 Muneuji Kaguya, 🔮 Toi Shiramitsu

Location: Dance Competition - Venue & Stage

Chihiro: Al~right, today’s finally the day of the competition~! Are y’all mentally prepped and warmed up!?

Muneuji & Toi & Kiroku: …

Chihiro: …Oh?

Toi: Ah, yeah, of course we are! It’s just…

Kiroku: That team just now… The regular competition winners… “Punchline★”... Their performance was… amazing.

Chihiro: Ah~, it really was! I mean, they are a pro street dance group, y’know~.

Muneuji: The atmosphere in the venue was completely taken away. The honest truth is that our dance skills are just entirely different than their’s.

Ten: There’s no helping it at this point. They’ve already crushed us today.

Chihiro: C’mon, don’t say that.

Chihiro: (...I think they’re all getting swept up in the atmosphere of the venue. Plus everyone’s in a bit of a wake mode too~.)

Chihiro: (It’s almost time for us to get on stage, and since I’m used to the stage here, I should be the one to cheer everyone up…!)

Chihiro: Don’t look so blue, you three~! Chii and Co. are gonna—.

Punchline ★ Kuro: Huh, you guys are…

Punchline ★ Jiro: You’re the ones whose video “just happened” to go viral the other day, aren’t you?

Chihiro: Ah… Are you guys Punchline★?

Punchline ★ Jiro: I haven’t seen some of you before… Did you get more members?

Punchline ★ Saburo: You don’t look like winners, so what? Did you add more members in a vain attempt to try and win? Hehehe…

Punchline ★ Shiro: You’re being rude, dumbass. Hahaha, they can’t even hear you.

Kiroku: …

Punchline ★ Goro: Well, whatever, good luck with your group that ain’t much better than a buncha beginners~. Looking forward to seeing what you’ve got~.

Chihiro: Mhm~... Thanks for the pep ta~lk.

Ten: (Ahaha, it’s been a hot minute since we’ve been made fun of like that.)

Punchline ★ Taro: Well then, la~ter.

Chihiro: …, …

Toi: C-Chihiro-kun… Are you okay?

Chihiro: Hm? I’m totally a-okay~! Don’t look so gloomy, y’all ♪ There’s no reason for y’all to worry your pretty little heads~♪ 

Ten: Not so sure about that one, my guy. It’s kinda hard not to worry about something like that.

Chihiro: …M’kay, so maybe those guys’ street dancing skills are in a totally different league from ours, but—.

Chihiro: Chii and Co. have individuality, direction, and most importantly, the “spirit of hospitality to entertain customers,” which we’ve all learned from HAMA Tours!

Chihiro: With that, we’ll never lose, dont’cha think?

Toi: Yeah, right…

Muneuji: You’re absolutely right.

Kiroku: …Y-Yeah.

Chihiro: IKR ♪

Chihiro: (...Good. Everyone seems less tense now.)

Ten: …

Chihiro: (I wonder what Tenchamu is thinking about…)

Chihiro: That’s why we don’t need to worry about the other teams. Chii and Co. just need to have fun and put on the best performance we can!

Muneuji & Toi & Kiroku: Yeah!

Chihiro: Nyahaha, that’s the kinda response I was looking for ♪

Chihiro: Al~right, huddle up, y’all~! C’mon, you too, Tenchamu!

Ten: Ah~, right, right.

Chihiro: Okay, just like before a live when you call out the team’s name to max out the vibes and the team’s spirit—.

Muneuji: …Team name?

Kiroku: Right… we don’t… know our… team name…

Toi: Did we even decide on one yet…?

Chihiro: Hehehehe~ don’t panic, y’all ♪ TBH, Chii already decided on the name secretly~!

Toi: Waah, nice going, Chihiro-kun! You never forget about things like that! So, what kinda team name did you pick?

Ten: Can you hurry it up then? Huddling up for this long is real hard on my back.

Chihiro: ‘Kay, ‘kay! Without further ado! Our team name is—.

Other Four: !

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[csykora]

g how do some professional hockey players get away with being so tragically bad at basic acceleration skating…… help i need to stop hating my own team’s captain

I don’t remember your team and I need the goss on who’s slow so I tried to check your blog and now somehow I've been kicked in the face with a football and I'm secondhand beer-drunk

Look, part of it is that hockey coaches are not, historically, good at teaching skating technique. They just aren't. They didn't do it for a long time. But setting technique aside, I think a huge part of it has to do with the muscular ability to accelerate. I would say that it’s because how hockey players train, and what they train for, is changing right now. There's a reason Connor McDavid exists now, and not just to haunt me.

Hockey is a strange sport to train for: it is, actually, notably different than other sports. The way the game is structured calls for different and often opposing physical qualities, and you could play it in ways that push it further in one direction or the other. Modern hockey is pushing in one particular direction right now.

Hockey could be like modern lacrosse. On the most basic level, the gameplay in both is about moving to cover and control a big, wide territory. Modern lacrosse is played in shifts of about fifteen minutes, much shorter than traditional stickball and running games, but it’s still a running game in spirit. You have to be able to run and run. You have to have that aerobic endurance, physical and mental endurance.

There's a reason running games have been around forever, and the sports we have today haven't.

Pro hockey could be played in fifteen minute shifts or more. It used to be. Pond hockey and pickup hockey still can be. For a long time, competitive hockey teams didn’t substitute players. It was an endurance game. 

As teams got bigger, shifts could get shorter. Coaches started carrying the now-standard 20ish players and sending out lines for a couple minutes at a time because they saw that players could go fastest and hardest for about that long. If they were out longer, they would settle into more of an endurance pace. That’s pretty much an innate, biological rule. Before we knew why there’s a change in muscular performance after one to two minutes of intense sustained activity, we could see that it happened. Choosing to prioritize a fast, hard game, pro coaches chose to shorten shifts. But other than the fact that people could go fastest in the first two minutes, and working on skating at top speed, they didn't really know how to improve on acceleration for a long time.

And, unlike figure skating, they kind of didn't have to, because the fundamental game of hockey doesn't require it. You don't have to launch yourself into the air, so you can play hockey in a way where the only races are on the long straightaways and breakaways where everyone has time to get up to speed--as long as everyone is accelerating at the same pace.

The reason I am, or at least the reason I became, obsessed with Soviet sports is that they really did change the whole game. That era was when we nailed down the differences between anaerobic and aerobic muscle metabolism and between fast and slow-twitch muscles, and they started targeting them. They took fucking muscle biopsies of potential players. Then they invented plyometrics and implemented weight training and cross-training in a way that the Euro and Anglo-North American athletic communities hadn't done before to increase the explosiveness of those players' movements.

The old description of the Russian machine was that they were a washing machine: they spun you around and left you wet. They weren't just fast on the straightaways, they could stop, spin around, and get back up to top speed in the other direction quickly, in a way that forced North Americans to the sweaty limits of their anaerobic metabolism.

Quickness is different than speed. Quickness is the ability to execute movements with maximum force at maximum speed. It's explosiveness, which is acceleration. You can be fast once you get going but take a really long time to get there, or be comparatively slow but able to accelerate quickly. (Elias Pettersson or Evgeny Kuznetsov move pretty fast if you give them space, but they accelerate like a Monday morning.) When you're playing against a league of people who aren't especially quick, the fastest person wins. Once someone is quicker than you, they win.

Mogilny and Federov made North Americans want to be not just fast, but quick. But honestly, it took another twenty years for that to happen. The way that Federov trained was...insane in the oldest sense: it wasn't well, it wasn't sound, you know? It took a really specific, really intense environment.

North American hockey players train with their coaches and, increasingly, at specialty summer camps. The amount that most coaches know about this area of athletic training isn't high (and I don't necessarily think it should be, except that know they've started doing it). It's taken this long for training techniques that emphasize quickness to really penetrate youth hockey, and for youth players to have the drive to do it. (Note that I am not saying that drive is a good thing).

Today, youth players can watch trending videos and read about exercises for explosive skating on the internet in a way that wasn't happening even ten years ago. More and more of them train year round at camps or on skating treadmills like the one Connor McDavid has been hooked up to since he was fifteen. They believe that the way to stand out is to be an explosive skater, because they're told that, and they have the tools to at least try to make that happen.

Basically, even a player in their thirties today was in a different class of physical training than the last few drafts, because of instagram.

[sky-casino]

oikawa x y/n: growing pains

loving him. losing yourself in loving him. drifting apart. getting back together? word count: 4,400+ 

you and oikawa became best friends in middle school

then it was during your first year of high school when you got romantically entangled 

after graduating from seijoh, you went to college while oikawa worked a full-time job at a cafe so he can save up for his trip to brazil and argentina.

you knew that he was already decided on becoming a pro volleyball player. you were certain that nothing  and no one could get in his way, and you were 100% supportive of him as long as he takes care of his health and doesn't overexert himself.

with this, you also knew that if you wanted to continue being with him, you would eventually need to leave your life in japan behind to move to argentina with oikawa. but you didn't mind. he's the one, after all.

once he could afford to travel and stay in argentina as a pro trainee, you two had a long-distance relationship. it was difficult but manageable and worth it. you, a university student. him, an aspiring pro player for the argentina volleyball team.

fast forward to some years later and after much hardwork, oikawa was finally and officially named as a member of the argentina volleyball team. everything's ready: the contract, citizenship, his position, his jersey, his apartment and dorm room, the works.

he excitedly video-called you when it was tuesday 4am for you and it was monday 4pm for him. you're completely used to these wee-hours-of-the-morning calls by now.

you were extremely ecstatic for him because through the many years of knowing oikawa, it has been ingrained in you how much blood, sweat, and tears he has expended to reach this dream. sometimes, you contemplate how physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted he must be, and you just cry. oikawa wasn't aware of this as you didn't want him to worry.

he indirectly reminded you that with his official admission to the team, you'll now have to move to argentina as well, which you both originally planned, "i'm so excited to see you, babe! finally, we won't have to deal with this long-distance anymore."

you chuckled and reciprocated his excitement, making a mental note of how you'll explain to your boss that you'd have to leave the company.

he was sad to cut the video call short, but he wanted to give you more time to sleep, "bye, baby. i love you! i'll call you again tomorrow to share more deets!"

two months after that video call, oikawa was waiting for you at the airport and just like in the movies, you ran to each other and he picked you up in an embrace as the two of you twirled around. it's been too long since you last saw each other.

oikawa helped you settle in by touring you around, introducing you to his coach and teammates, and teaching you some argentinian language when you guys have free time.

your daily life consists of oikawa waking up early to go to work and you sleeping in for a bit. oikawa never fails to cook breakfast for you, always leaving a sweet note beside the plate.

you've been relentlessly seaching online for a job in argentina since oikawa informed you of his admission to the team. you wanted to secure a job in the foreign country even before arriving there. unfortunately, you still have no luck in finding a suitable job because you couldn't speak their language. oikawa knows that this has been troubling you, and he comforts you and says that it's probably high time for you to take a break from working as you've been burnt out from your most recent job as an art curator.

you realized that he was right as you enjoyed sleeping in and just bumming around in your shared apartment. you took this generous amount of free time as an opportunity to finish all the books in your pile, try out new recipes that you cooked for oikawa, and binge all the shows in your Netflix's My List section.

after almost two months of this relaxed lifestyle, you started getting restless and bored. and so you tried looking for a job again and you stumbled upon an opening for a work-from-home data encoder position. the pay is much less than the one you previously had, but honestly, this is the best (and only) position you are qualified for right now. so, you sent your resume and after a couple of interviews and exams, you got the job. to celebrate, you and oikawa had a romantic candle-lit dinner at home where both of you cooked.

oikawa has been busy lately, so spending this special night with him plus finally getting a job really lifted your spirits. however, beneath all that, a small part of you was still uneasy. you knew that given your skills, experience, and previous position, you deserve a better and more fulfilling job. but you ignored this thought and didn't tell oikawa about it as you didn't want to ruin the night.

you've been working as a data encoder for a year now. you quickly learned the ropes and eventually found the work no longer challenging. it also infuriates you that there has been no salary increase in that one year. the thought that you deserve a more relevant and fulfilling job is creeping back into your mind, or maybe it never left and is just making its presence stronger now. thus, you never stopped looking for a job that's more in line with your background as an art curator. but you couldn't find one where you qualify because all the job vacancies require the applicant to be an argentinian graduate. though this frustrates you, you know it makes sense because homegrown argentinian citizens would be better art curators as they know and understand their local art far better than you, a foreigner, ever could. in terms of the language, you've been struggling learning it as well and eventually lost the will to continue studying it. basically, career-wise, nothing's going great for you.

you also miss your family and friends terribly. so that night, as you and oikawa were cuddling in bed, you suggested for the both of you to go back home to Japan to spend time with your loved ones. in response, he caressed your face and said that he understood your feelings and that he felt the same. however, he gently reminded you that he is still considered as a new starting member, which means he needs to spend at least two years playing in that position consistently before he could visit home. he embraced you tightly when he said that currently, you still have to wait for ten months. you were frustrated to hear this, but you didn't want to argue or add to oikawa's stress since it's something that the both of you can't do anything about. so you just told yourself that the ten months will fly by before you know it. visiting home by yourself was out of the picture as well because it just didn't feel right to do that.

nine months have passed since then and after oikawa got home one night, you giddily reminded him that the ten months that you're both waiting for will end next month and you can finally visit home.

your smile slowly got erased from your face when you heard oikawa say, "yeah, about that..."

you nervously asked him what's wrong, and he explained that the coach just announced that morning that the next three months will be busy for his team as they will go overseas for training camps. their first stop is brazil, then they'll move straight to europe, specifically italy and poland.

then you asked, "how about our plan to visit home next month?"

"i'm so sorry babe, i.. i really am. we just have to wait for three months, then we can finally fly home. i promise."

after that, his apologetic tone switched to an amusing one as he chuckled, mentioning how he's excited to face hinata, kageyama, and ushijima again.

that chuckle annoyed you even more. it was the last straw. and something inside you finally snapped. as tears relentlessly fell across your face, you suddenly blurted out all your frustrations and fears.

you mentioned how much you miss your family and friends and how unhappy you are with your current job and with the fact that you can't find work that you actually like. you told oikawa how exhausted you are mentally and emotionally, and that ultimately, you've been feeling burnt out and depressed. you felt like you're in the wrong place. you also shared that you've been contemplating about your own future lately, and you started to feel scared thinking about getting stuck in your current job and you realized that you can't live in a country where you only had two options: settle with an unfulfilling job or later on be a housewife. both were distasteful to you.

oikawa watched and listened to you with wide eyes, unable to move. after you said everything and continued to sob on the floor, he panicked and quickly placed his water down on the table before running to you.

"baby, i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry... i didn't know that you've been feeling this way. what do you want me to do? i'll do anything to help. i'll take care of y-"

"i'm done, oikawa. i... i need to go home, where my family and friends are, where i can grow professionally and personally. argentina just isn't for me. i feel empty in this place. i thought i was going to be happy because i'd be with you. but i'm sorry, it turns out that being with you isn't... enough." you said in between sobs.

it's the most difficult thing you ever had to say and you felt a pang of regret. you wish you didn't say it, you wish you could turn back time and avoid this entire conversation. but you're done adjusting, done being always the understanding one between the two of you, done putting oikawa before yourself. you had to do this.

seeing the pain in oikawa's eyes as he slowly realized that you're breaking up with him pierced your heart. it was a searing sensation. it's now oikawa's turn to sob as he begged you not to leave, embracing your midriff tightly. you had no energy left to talk, so instead you caressed his head ever so slowly and lovingly. then you thought that perhaps this is the last time you get to do that.

you told him that you're both tired and you're going to sleep already, he can follow if he wants. later on, you were in bed spacing out as oikawa took a shower. he tried to muffle his cries but you could still faintly hear it. you slept facing away from him and as soon as he joined you in bed, he slowly wrapped his arms around you and snuggled his face into your neck, basking in your warmth and scent.

the next morning, you woke up without oikawa beside you. you were so out of it that you questioned whether last night's fight was a nightmare or real. unfortunately, it's the latter.

you slowly got up, feeling extremely lethargic. but that feeling left your body for a second when you were surprised to see oikawa cooking in the kitchen, you thought he went to work as usual.

he hesitated to talk to you, but he managed. "g-good morning... babe. i just finished making breakfast. let's eat! i'm not going to work today. i... i want to discuss and fix this... with you."

you took longer than usual to respond because you couldn't help but notice his puffy red eyes and the fact that his face is full of pain but he's still trying his best to smile. when you finally processed what he just said, you realized that he hasn't accepted your decision, he's still not letting you go.

"tooru... i've made up my mind." you said, struggling not to let your voice tremble. "please, just let me go. i need to leave."

and just like a broken dam giving in to water pressure, he quickly burst into tears as he sat down abruptly. he shook his head vehemently, covering his face with his hands, finding it hard to accept what he's hearing.

you walked briskly to him and knelt in front of him as you held and caressed the sides of his head, "tooru, don't worry. we can still be best friends-"

"i want to be more than that! i am more than that!" he yelled as he freed his red face from his hands. "i love you so much. i can't live without you, y/n. you know that!"

"no, tooru. you can, you definitely can live without me. you're doing so well! you've achieved your dream and you're happy here. after working so hard since we're young, you're finally in the right place, in the right team."

"it's because i have you. i was able to endure everything because i have you!"

"you're in the right place, tooru. you belong here. i don't. and if there's anything you know about me, it's that i don't want to hold you back from doing what you love. i would never forgive myself if i became the reason why you can't do well or why you can't do great things. that's the worst for me. i want to see you soar and reach greater heights. okay?"

oikawa couldn't say anything as he sobbed.

"if you love me, tooru... and you want me to be happy, you're going to let me go. i also want to do great things. i also have my own goals that i want to achieve. and i'm so sorry, but i can't do that here." you finally lost composure as you let the tears fall.

you and oikawa embraced each other in a long tight hug as you cried. it was the good cry that both of you needed.

you slowly freed yourself from the hug after half an hour. oikawa gently held you in place before you could completely go away. you looked at him and you saw his faint and painful smile as he studied and caressed every inch of your face. "sorry, i just want to look at and feel your face one last time.", he said as a tear fell.

you did the same, you gently ran your fingertips on his pretty face, the face that you've adored since you were 12 years old.

after touching each other's face, you kissed passionately for the last time and you spent the rest of the day just enjoying each other's company, mostly in silence. both of you didn't bring up the topic of when exactly you will be leaving. oikawa was afraid to ask, and you knew that so you didn't tell him the date yet. it could wait.

that night, you reminded him that he should go back to work the next day as it's not good to be absent for long, and he reluctantly agreed. what he didn't know is that the main reason you reminded him was because you didn't want him to see you as you pack your belongings, as it would just add more to the pain.

the next night, oikawa came home to see your luggage. you explained that your flight is scheduled the following night and while he was devastated that it's so soon, he just nodded his head. you apologized for the rush but he smiled sadly and said that he understands.

you were guilty for scheduling the flight so soon, but you knew that staying any longer and delaying your departure would just make it harder for you both to let go.

the next evening, you were about to board the plane with oikawa seeing you off.

"if... if ever you changed your mind and you want to come back to me, i'm just here, okay? i'm just a text or call away. i love you so much, y/n." he said shakily, trying not to cry in public.

you embraced him tightly, "take care of yourself, tooru. i hope you can visit home as soon as possible, they all miss you back there."

after that, you two parted ways. as oikawa watched you leave, his heart welled up with regrets and what-ifs.

"But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, I knew you'd haunt all my what-ifs."

after terribly missing your family and friends, you've been spending more time with them. desperate to make up for lost time, you even started living with your parents again.

both family and friends were devastated to learn about your breakup with oikawa. their suggestions for your what you should do next were divided: half of them wanted you to find someone new so you could forget him as soon as possible, while the other half wanted you to take a break from love to heal. you agreed with the latter. it's still too painful to go out and start seeing someone new.

eventually, it's been a year since you got back from argentina and you found yourself happy and in a better state than the year before. your previous company had welcomed you back upon your return and now, you just got promoted.

in terms of your romantic life, you've been on a couple of dates with guys who were either referred to you by a friend or someone you met at work, but there was no spark. there was no second date for any of those men.

it was a winter night after work, nearing christmas, when you found him outside your family house's gate.

you couldn't believe it, honestly. you and oikawa remained in contact this past year, but only through seldom chats. you couldn't even do video calls because you both knew it was going to be very awkward. so finding him now standing near your gate as the snow fell was truly surprising.

"tooru?"

he almost snapped his neck as he looked at you, wide eyes and a smile.

"what are you doing out here? it's cold! you're gonna get sick. let's go inside." you hurried to the gate with the key in your hand.

"no, i'm fine here! besides, i'm scared of your parents. they're mad at me for what happened. you got hurt because of me, remember?" he said with a sad smile.

"what? they're not mad at you! they're sad about what happened, but they don't blame you. don't worry about that."

you were happy to see the relieved look on his face. you didn't know that he had such thought weighing on him.

"thank, god. but really, i'd like to talk to you here outside. let's go to the nearby park, if that's alright?"

his tone and facial expression told you that he's uneasy, so you obliged. "sure. it's so great to see you again, tooru. what's up? "

"it's lovely to see you again too, y/n. it honestly feels a bit surreal because i haven't been back here in a long time. it's my first time to come home since i became a starter in the argentinian team."

"what? you didn't come home after your overseas training camps last year?"

"nope. instead, i bought tickets for my family so they can visit me and see argentina. then a few months after my family left, iwa-chan, makki, and matsukawa surprised me with their own visit. it was funny, they literally suddenly showed up at my door one early morning. i was still in my pajamas when i opened the door. " oikawa said, both of you laughing.

"wow, that's very in-character for them." you chuckled.

"i know right."

after a short pause and awkward silence, oikawa continued in a more somber tone, "i... i wanted to chat you everyday, you know? i felt so bad being unable to keep in touch with you regularly."

"there's no reason to feel bad, tooru. it's oka-"

"i wanted to talk to you everyday, but i was scared that you'd think i'm annoying and clingy. so i gave you space and time... so you can heal. but i don't know," he shrugged, "i felt so uneasy, maybe because i missed you so much but for the first time ever, i couldn't do anything about it."

you saw how distraught he was so you comforted him right away, "first, i wouldn't think you're annoying for messaging me. when we broke up, didn't i say that we'd still be best friends? second, don't worry. starting from now on, we will message and call each other more regularly. overall, we will just do better in keeping in touch. okay?"

"okay... that'd be great, y/n."

oikawa hesitated and internally struggled to reply and smile because no, he did not want to merely keep in touch, he wanted to persuade you to come back to him. that's what he truly wanted.

you arrived at the park. there were just a few people because it was getting late and colder into the night. you sat down on one of the benches as oikawa ran to the nearby vending machine. he came back with hot matcha for you and hot red bean drink for himself. you remembered how you two and your friends joked about your drinks being the colors of christmas, which is closely approaching.

there was an awkward silence but oikawa cut through it by asking you about your life since you came home. you expected that he'd break the ice because oikawa hated awkward silence since you were kids.

you shared updates about everything, from work, social life, and new hobbies, but never about your dating life and the somewhat lack thereof. you just felt that you wanted to spare him from any details about that.

what you failed to notice--because you couldn't actually look him in the eye--was that he was both happy and regretful to know how well you're doing now that you're home. he wanted you to be this happy with him in argentina. but now that he saw your smile and heard your lively tone as you shared about your new life, the universe confirmed to him once more that home is where you're happy and thriving, and it broke his little heart even more.

"your turn!" you said enthusiastically, trying not to go back to the awkward atmosphere again.

"ahh, yes! haha. hmm.. i'm... i'm still a starter, still playing for the team. so... yup. nothing new, really. but it's all good." oikawa tried to laugh his awkwardness away, but he failed because it was still very apparent with all his stammering and fiddling fingers.

honestly, it's quite painful and unexpected to see and hear him like this. you wanted to ask if there's anything wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so. deep inside, you were scared that asking that question might open a dam of feelings and words that would cause a rift.

as you were contemplating this, oikawa on the other hand was thinking how much of a loser he was. he hated being awkward in front of you. he was frightened that you might ask if there's anything wrong because if you do, uncontrollable tears and words might come flowing out from him. words such as, "i'm not doing great at all, y/n. i tried to move on, but i just can't. i desperately miss you and i can't take it anymore. it's no one but you. the true reason i came to see you tonight is to ask if we can start all over again. if it's possible for you to give me a second chance. i'm sorry. i'll do my best. i promise."

but he knew that blurting out those words would make things worse and might bring the two of you to a point of no return. he reminded himself that he's just here to see you, catch up with you, and rekindle the friendship. that's all.

"i'll walk you back home." he said with his pretty and sweet smile, the one you're used to seeing, and you felt relieved because you took this as a sign that he's feeling better now.

oikawa was able to smile genuinely like that because he finally accepted that you're just friends now, and forever.

"thank you, tooru. i really enjoyed catching up. seeing you here was a big surprise." you said as you arrived home.

"same here!" he smiled. "but... uhm, y/n? can i..." he added, suddenly averting his eyes.

"what is it?"

"can... can i... can i hug you?" he asked. "just a friendly hug!" he added right after.

"oh. sure, tooru." you chuckled. then you saw how his eyes truly sparkled for the first time that night.

"really? it's okay? thank you, y/n." oikawa whispered with an excited smile before going in for the hug.

it was so tight and warm, too tight actually. but you didn't mind it, caressing his back in return with your gloved hands.

you were smiling, thinking of this as a good way to end this catch-up night. but oikawa was doing his utmost best holding back tears. he was engulfed in happiness and desperation. it's been over a year since your last embrace, so of course he's very elated. but he was also reminded of how much he missed you and your warmth, of the pain of letting you go, and of the fact that he could no longer embrace you everyday like before.

in the past, he could hug you for minutes and cuddle in bed with you for hours. but now he was scared that he might scare you off, so after about five seconds, he let you go even though he didn't want to.

you bid each other good night and he watched until you safely entered your house, waving one last time.

now that he's alone, he could finally release the tears he's been holding back the entire night as he walked home.

[wejustvibing]

As much as it hurts not seeing him with them anymore because he truly loved that team and there was even talks about him being a future ambassador for them forever even when he retires but i can’t help but feel the treatment he got ever since 2021 didn’t help at all it was one of the most heartbreaking moments in his life and they didn’t take his side like they should… and they brought us toto’s lap dog and he’s taking credits for everything and ignoring lewis in everything never gonna forget lewis’s obvious heartbreak in singapore this year or even worse the qatar one where they literally humiliated him by shoving a camera to his face and apologizing to woody and not giving a damn about his feelings..💔

It hurts because this is so not the way it was supposed to end between them at all for sure a lot of Mercedes employees adore lewis and are just shocked and broken over this news

And Ferrari is just i don’t know what to say if they’re not gonna be in a winning path it’s just a waste of time for him and more stress them being racist is no surprise this whole sport is tbh and they’re all disgusting i know lewis can handle it well he’s been doing it since he was a kid but i just need to see him back to his winning thriving ways and for him to finally being happy that’s it i most definitely wanted to be at the place he called home for more than a decade but it is what is and him being happy and relieved is what really matters to me.

P.S, can’t wait for toto to realize how big of a fuck up did he do when he treated lewis like this the past years and i wont be even sad if mercedes is gonna be witnessing a downfall after he leaves🙂

"It hurts because this is so not the way it was supposed to end between them at all for sure"

that part is the realest when i think about it from his point of view. he's had to make this decision, he's had to put himself first under whatever circumstances, the reality of which we might never get to know. this is not some "natural end" like toto has said. but anyway i'm glad he's separated himself enough to understand the reality over wasting time chasing something that's probably only imaginary. once he did that, it must have been a simple pros and cons decision because what really is the difference between merc and ferrari rn for him to stick around with one and getting mistreated vs starting afresh where he feels wanted with the other? none to me. besides, most brains behind the glory days have already left (some are even at ferrari) must have taken a lot freeing himself from the shackles of "we're family" and "this is my home" mentality and i'm so proud of him for doing that. he could have waited out the rest of his years in his comfort zone blaming how things are not improving. instead at 40yo he's betting on himself all over again and taking risk and charge of his own fate. you just have to respect it for what it is

[vibratingskull]

Yandere!Thrawn x f!reader part4

Part 1, 2, 3

tag : Yandere behaviors (duh), gaslight, blood drinking

“Enter, enter” you say, pushing the door “Watch your steps, I didn’t tidy the entrance in a while” you put the light on and throw your coat on your sofa. “All is well,” Thrawn says.

He observes. Silently, he takes note. So this is your home, the heart of your world, your nest, the shell of your intimacy. He visits without your consent, walking from room to room, like he owned the place. You’re soon his, so it's as is… As you’re rummaging through your kitchen he rummages through your room, smelling your pillows, opening your drawers, caressing your clothes, mentally noting your favorite brand of perfume and toothpaste. He sneakily takes your used toothbrush in his pocket, that will go with him! He looks under the bed, searching for treasures, and oh? What’s this? Your old drawings folder? He smiles to himself, how adorable! He absolutely needs to look through it.  He looks at your pictures on the wall, photos of you and your family, your friends and… Your lover. You’re circling his waist with your arm, pressing him against you with eyes full of love.

When did you take it? When did you escape his surveillance?

He’s gonna need to turn the screw with you.

“You want something specific to eat?” You call from the other side of the apartment, “Anything will do!” He gets rid of his coat and comes admiring you, leaning on the doorframe, you’re in an apron, getting busy with some spices and vegetables. He tilts his head, enthralled. He imagines you doing it in your shared apartment, with a round, full belly and a little one at your feet. He can’t help but smile.

“What?” you ask with an embarrassed smile, “Nothing. Do I not have the right to smile?” he says innocently, “Yes, but you were fixing me so intently… It’s a bit embarrassing” you laugh. “Let me help you” he takes an apron for himself and starts cutting the vegetable expertly.

This…

This is what he truly wants with you. A lovely team for the everyday grind, stronger than any storm.

And he will have it!

He would kill for it

He already did…

You cook side by side, laughing, nudging at each other. You quickly step back once you realize he completely beats you to it, braising the meat like a real butcher and cooking the vegetables in a grand flame like a pro! “You’re a Grand Admiral and you can cook? You’re good to marry, young man. Where are all you suitors?” you laugh, he just grins thinly at your comment, pouring the hot sauce on the dish.

You have a great cutlery collection! The one he has in hand is light, with a long sharp blade, he find the way it cut the flesh of the meat exquisite. He definitely gonna stole you this one!

You eat the result of this cooking session in the living room. It’s delicious, he really is talented! Under the table his foot brushes with yours and you start playing footsie with him, teasing him a bit. He remains stoical, but secretly his heart beats faster.

“It’s getting late, what do you think of a movie to end the evening?” you inquire. “I will let you choose, I am going to clean the table.” Anything to ease your life! But as he comes back to the living room he sees you sighing in front of a hologram of your dead lover. What?!

Why are you still attached to this poor bastard? He’s dead! Move on! He fighted and lost, Thrawn came up on top! Why can’t you see that instead? Why can’t you see all that he does for you? All the little attentions he gives you, all the privileges you get on the Chimaera… He can’t believe it! His hands roll in a fist, exploding the glass he holds in. “Dear maker, Thrawn!” you shout, startled.

You’re gently holding his hand, getting the glass shard out of his palm with tweezers and dressing his wounds. He doesn't flinch despite the pain, but inside he’s fuming: this is your real place! At his side, taking care of him but you’re so blind you don’t realize it… A part of him is profoundly annoyed at that and the other part refuses to precipitate things, wanting his declaration to be absolutely per.fect. and how he imagined it. But the bitter taste in his mouth doesn't disappear. 

“There you go! All cleaned up and dressed!” you bring his hand to your face and kiss his bandaged palm with a sounding noise and a large smile like you would do a child. The tip of his fingers graze your skin as he lets it fall to his side. Oh how he would love to kiss this smile, to shatter everything between you and feel your lips on his. 

It would probably break your heart to pieces and sever your relationship more than anything else, but damn the urge is strong! It is a basic instinct he fights everyday at your side, but he comes out victorious everyday because he plays the larger game, the endurance race and not the sprint. It is a game of patience and he is a very, very patient man, used to the hunt.

But the bitter taste remains

He turns and turns on his sofa bed, ire bubbling under his skin. At some point he can’t take it anymore and sneaks into your bedroom, a firm hand on the handle of the knife he stealed from you. 

You’re just here, sleeping peacefully, fully trusting the man supposed to sleep in the next room and in the security of your own home…

Tonight that might be your last error

He grazes the blade across your skin. It is so simple, you’re defenseless, all it would take is a quick slash at your throat, or rapid stabs in your chest. In fact he imagined more than 15 ways of killing you… more or less quick, more or less painful. But in each he irremediably joins you in death, holding your body. 

It is easy for him to spot the artery, even in the dark of the room. He lets the blade dance on your skin, adding and relieving pressure here and there… 

Should he do it? Settle everything here and there, get over this whole situation once and for all and minimize the suffering while it is still possible? He tastes the bitter savor in his mouth again, seeing you again in front of that holo, blind to his suffering and desperate love for you.

It’s infuriating

It’s intolerable

Why must he suffer like that? Why must you hold his heart and toy with it like you do? How can you be so heartless and cruel?

He raises his blade… Aims at your heart… Hold his breath…

And froze.

In your sleep you took his hand and brushed your cheek in his palm with a satisfied sigh. He remains still, waiting for something. But you keep sleeping, squeezing his hand. He closes his eyes, mentally berating himself.

How could he do this to you?

He lowers his knife and brushes your hair, moved by this sight. He may be a hardened warrior and a chiss, but he still has a heart. Saying you like that strangely makes him think of Che’ri, of how trusting she was when she slept. He tilts his head, observing you.

His ire subsided considerably. But not totally. 

He must punish you still.

He slices your skin in your neck and watches the blood beading and running across your skin. It is a very shallow cut, not dangerous, just painful. He towers over you and takes a sloppy lap at your wound. With the flat of his tongue he drinks your warm blood, letting the metallic taste invading his mouth. It is not unpleasant, far from that. He licks your skin clean, avidly putting pressure on the wound to make you bleed more and drink again. He continues until he feels calm and in control again. He should keep a vial of your blood on him at all times… just in case…

He opens his mouth wide and grazes your delicate skin with his long canines, pondering if he should bite down your flesh and draw more blood…

He kisses your wound and pulls the cover over you. He enters the bathroom and observes himself in the crude light of the bulb, shirt open, panting, eyes crazy, blood smeared across his mouth and hair disheveled. He tuts. You got too much control over him, young lady, and that won’t do! 

He slicks his hair back, buttons his shirt and meticulously cleanses his face. He brush the blood off his teeth with the stolen toothbrush, savoring the taste and heads towards the kitchen to clean the knife. He sees himself on the shiny blade as he wipes it with a towel, he looks into his shiny red eyes, lost in his thoughts. 

He takes advantage of your sleep and takes your cardkey, passes on his coat and goes for a walk. The air is fresh and the night’s deep. He walks in silence in the poor neighborhood, ignoring the misery around him and the traffic he guesses at the corner of each street. He will need to relocate you soon he notes, he can’t have you in this environment. He duplicates your cardkey in a store and then heads towards the lower, poorer floor of the city. He walks seemingly aimlessly in the dark street, not at all worried for his security, palpling his knife in his pocket.

He finds a burning barrel and admire the fire, the flames, the power… He throws your papers and debit card in the barrel and watches them burn slowly.  A hooker comes next to him, smoking a cigarette and laughs “Vengeance, great face?”, “In some way…” he whispers hypnotized by the flame, “What happened?”, “She cheated on me.” , “Oh! A love affair!” she laughs harder, clearly not sympathizing with his situation, “Yes…” His eyes keep on the dancing fire “She’s mine. But she doesn’t know it yet…”

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