#he’s constantly improved over each session and even now

[rickybaby]

A little bit of comfort for Ric nation

[sigmasemen]

WHEN THEY TEACH YOU HOW TO PLAY SOCCER. (1/2)

multiple blue lock characters x reader

tags: established relationship, fluff, tooth rotting fluff.

taglist: n/a currently.

characters: alexis ness, nagi seishiro, eita otoya, nijiro nanase, chigiri hyoma, reo mikage, karasu tabito, aryu jyubei, gender neutral!reader.

word count: 2156

extra notes: haiii guys!

ALEXIS NESS:

- Oh Ness is in absolute joy when you ask him! It's like his world lights up again and he nods. Though his playing is centralized about Kaiser, he still finds it in him to make it about you.

- He ends up renting private places for you to play with or against him as he doesn't want anyone interrupting your focus.

- He lends you his knee guards and says he can play without them. (Even though his knees are covered in dirt after.)

- He also brings a bunch of extra stuff along. Water bottles, hair ties, gloves, multiple balls, foldable goals, anything to make the strain easier on you. 

- "Ah, do you need me to that for you?" "Wait, let me fix your Jersey!" He's constantly fawning over you.

- He's very careful about how he teaches you as he doesn't want to crush your hopes to learn in any way! So he'll teach you how to play as best he can. He's constantly touching you and showing you the best ways to position yourself, complimenting almost everything you do.

- Though, eventually you ask him to play against you on a fair level. He agrees reluctantly, then sweeps the floor with you. Still, he's sighing and patting yourself head after to apologize.

- Throughout learning soccer, you also get to learn more about Ness himself. You learn his position, you see his pure passion, you feel a bit mushy as you see his small pointed smile... It doesn't feel too bad to lose for him.

- Even if you aren't really meant to play soccer yourself, you'll still be at all of his games, shouting your heart out to make sure he has the motivation to continue his goal of winning.

NAGI SEISHIRO:

- Nagi is a lot more confused when you ask. Whatever your reason is, he doesn't understand why you took an interest in it.

- "Are you sure you want me to teach you?" He asks it a few times but you always answer with the same vigor, so he ends up giving up and complying with your demands.

- Learning with Nagi is very different than you expected. He sometimes trains you by him climbing on your back as he's too tired, but usually he's telling you the best ways to win.

- He's very focused on showing you all the ropes, occasionally giving you advice he made up on the spot.

- He never goes easy on you in a match though. You try your absolute hardest but never beat Nagi. He's always putting his full effort into each match. He always gives pointers after to tell you how you can improve.

- Most training sessions are short but constant. You both usually train after school, or if you're both in Blue Lock, in a quiet room. Usually your bedroom considering you like to see how many things Nagi can trap.

- To motivate you, he occasionally bets on ice cream or on who carries who. You've accepted by now that you'll never win one. Even if he says, "You might do it this time..." You still get your ass beat.

- Reo jokingly tells him "the student becomes the master" and he realized he's taking Reo's job. It makes him a bit happy to see how far he's come.

EITA OTOYA:

- "...Did my skills impress you that much?" He's a bit happy about the fact you asked. However, if you say any other reason than because of him, he sighs.

- Eita is a sucker for your attention, so he makes sure you're wearing his jersey when you play together. He just was admiring you at first, then he got serious and buckled down to help train you.

- He took a while explaining the positions and which one he played, even made some notes on your hand for you to help understand. He then tried showing you all of the ropes.

- He sometimes uses terms from random series in an attempt to explain things better to you. 

- Note, Eita isn't the best teacher. It's clear he's trying, but he has an issue with explaining things. Even if its an anime he likes, he goes off on different tangents. A lot.

- So by the time you're trying to play, you're an absolute mess who's, albeit trying, not that good.

- Karasu ends up being the one to point it out, to which Eita shrugs. He doesn't really care if he didn't explain good, he just enjoyed spending time with you.

- Also, it was pretty fun to see you fall on your face. He'd occasionally try and catch you in an attempt to woo you. Never works. He's not that good at it.

NIJIRO NANASE:

- You bet believe he gets red in the face when you first ask. It's such a simple request however it seems to shoot stats through his mind. He's extremely into cute things you do, even if they're small actions.

- "Ah, if ya would really like me to teach ya, I will." He's a sweetheart, immediately gets all of his gear together and asks around to see if anyone has any spare stuff he could borrow for you. He ends up buying some because he's worried it won't protect you enough otherwise.

- Then he throws everything together and smiles. At first, you're really bad. Nanase is doing an amazing time with explaining, but you're having trouble keeping up.

- Sometimes he'll take a stick and draw it out on the ground to help you figure it out.

- "So you wanna keep the ball on your inner foot, otherwise ya might lose focus." He smiles at the end, "That makin' sense?"

- You always nod.

- Playing against him is always him going easy on you. Even if you tell him not to, he will.

- He lets you have his head band to make sure everything is kept in check. He even massages your back after and tells you how great you did.

- His teaching methods are a bit more successful, however they do not stick with you forever. Regardless, he's very happy you indulged yourself in something he enjoys.

- Always gives you cold water and an ice pack after to take care of you.

CHIGIRI HYOMA:

- Chigiri actually pauses whatever he's doing to just quietly stare at you. He then sighs. "You really want to learn about soccer?" He wants to make absolutely sure.

- He actually quizzes you a bit before he starts teaching you. If you don't know a lot about soccer besides watching him play? He'll laugh and bit and ask if you're doing it for him. If you say yes, he'll get a dumbfounded look, with a soft blush, then nod.

- "Alright. I have to appreciate this moment." He looks a bit happy at something so simple.

- Nearly the entire time, he's fretting over you. He's a bit worried about new players getting hurt.

- Expect if you get hurt, even a little bit, he's dashing over to your aid and tending to however big a scar it is.

- While he won't give you his leg guards, he will constantly give you pointers.

- He prefers teaching you by playing on your team. He'll either get Igaguri (wants the easiest to beat player) to play against you in a match or he'll try and get Ego to let him train with the Blue Lock man. Always works out in the end.

- He's always speeding past you when you're playing and you can't help but be awestruck at his appearance at times. Sometimes you get distracted when he's running past you.

- After each game, you walk over to him and pull up his pants leg to make sure his ACL is alright. He enjoys the doting, yet tells you what you need to focus aon after watching you play.

REO MIKAGE:

- Another boy that's absolutely ecstatic that you want to learn something he's so passionate about.  He ends up staring at you a lot that day out of dazedness. He loves how cute you are...

- Almost immediately, he's buying you intense leg gear for protection, he even buys you a helmet as a joke.

- He lets you borrow his soccer VR set and it goes horribly. You kick him extremely hard in the side of his legs and he choses from then on to not take any chances. The VR set is banned after that.

- He also tries giving you rewards for doing things well. He did it with Nagi, so he assumes it would work with you. The second he asked, you said you wanted a kiss for every goal.

- Best believe he was flustered and agreed. You didn't get too many kisses, but you got more than you would've without motivation.

- He constantly is leaving or ignoring important meetings just to talk to you about soccer. Whenever someone shows interest in the sport and tries to be up to the same level, he gets excited. Especially when it's his lovely partner.

- Sometimes you two will get sun burnt from being out all day, however you two just laugh it off.

- Reo enjoys whenever you clap for him after a goal, he also enjoys showing off his copying ability as much as he can. 

- If you end up taking it as serious as he does, he'll attend every single one of your matches. If you ever play against each other, expect sweet talk instead of shit talk.

[0alanasworld0]

Late night arrivals (Yassine Bounou x reader) *smut

Description: Yassine comes home late again, tired of everything but at least he has you to come home to

Warnings: its smut lol

Yassine never used to mind coming home late. Early mornings have always been the bane of his existence and he has contemplated a quiet office job multiple times to escape the random, late-notice 5am training sessions. But, only recently has he begun to truly despise the prolonged training sessions.

The second you came into his life, you had him wrapped around your little finger and as soon as the pair of you began a relationship, he constantly craved your company. Now he had a reason to come home every evening. Regardless of how badly things went over at the stadium, whether he got into it with a teammate or coach, at least he could look forward to seeing your relaxed figure there in one of his shirts, doodling away in your little sketchbook. Or on the flip side, he could come home and quickly whip something up while awaiting your return from work. Massage your sore shoulders and upper back, press kisses into your skin as you told him about your day, carry you to your room as you got ready for bed together. He liked doing things with you in general but sharing a night routine had a special place in his heart: watching you do your skincare and offering to do his, brushing each other's hair softly, getting changed together as you slapped him for whistling suggestively. He already made you blush constantly with his gaze so the comments had you even more flustered. 

“Can I not express admiration for my beautiful wife?”

“Admiration? Is that what we’re calling it now?” You shake your head with a smile that you can’t bite back as he shrugs. You walk up to him and peck the corner of his mouth, smirking as you turn around quickly to remove your earrings while he whines for a “real kiss”.

However, coming home so late that your night routine was completed or you had dozed waiting for him irritated him more than he could ever express to anyone.

Arguing with the managers left him in a sour mood. Their constant over-reliance on him as well as their reluctance to make changes to improve not only his but their performances had become something of a sensitive subject area. Things were just very tense at the moment, he didn’t like the fact that he could only really trust one of his teammates to pull their weight for the team. It was never enough and he felt as if he dealt with the brunt of the blame. He cooled off a little once he got in his car: the light vanilla scent of your perfume still lingered, relaxing him as he took a deep breath. He could finally charge and check his phone for any messages from you that would calm him down and bring a smile to his face. He imagined you in your little silk slip. He pats himself on the back for buying it for you; you were stunning regardless of what you wore but something about the delicate fabric hanging off of your perfect form was just divine. He sees the messages and phone calls from you and frowns slightly until he listens to the voicemail:

“Hey! I hope everything’s okay and you haven’t completely blown up on Sampaoli haha… um… no seriously uh… please don’t be too hard on yourself. I know things are a bit difficult right now but you’re one of the strongest people I know. It’ll pass with you coming out having made even more star strikers cry haha- no I’m rambling. Forget all of that: You’re amazing and I love you and I can’t wait to see yo-”

“I can’t wait to see you, ugh damn that time limit!” you grumbled the last part under your breath, making him laugh a little. You always knew what to say without even realising it. Did you even know how much of an effect you had on him?

A part of him only felt worse now, you were always so understanding with him but he really wished that he didn’t have to sacrifice his time with you just because the club managers couldn’t find any other way of improving the team’s performances. He was really beginning to consider the offers from other teams, wondering if they would be more reasonable with the timings. The car journey is peaceful with him humming along to one of the songs from a playlist you made for him. He smiles as he recognises some of the lyrics you have pointed out to him as your favourites.

“The symbolism is so beautiful and perfect, don’t you think?! The broken bones in this context are because he fell in love with her really quickly and suddenly! You can’t tell me that that isn’t lyrical geniu- why are you looking at me like that?” You narrow your eyes in confusion.

“Your eyes light up whenever you talk about something you like. It’s quite mesmerising.” he smiles, continuing to stare into your eyes and pulling you in for a kiss before you look down to hide the blush making its way to your face, tracing the shape of your lips with his thumb as you look into his eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration.

He finally reaches home, trying to be quiet as he kicks his shoes off. He closes the door and removes his shirt on the way to your shared bedroom.

He smiles as he sees you still awake, sitting on the bed and carefully putting your art supplies away on your side table. He missed the skincare routine and watching you get changed but at least you’re still awake. He’ll take what he can get. And even better, you’re in that silk slip. 

“Are you going to keep staring or are you gonna get in?” he can’t see your face but he hopes you’re relieved to have him back home.

You stand up and jog over to him, enveloping him in a tight hug and he almost immediately melts into it. The lingering perfume in the car was nothing in comparison to you. His arms pull you even closer and he buries his face in your hair and he can feel the stresses of the day dissipate quickly with your comforting presence. 

“Is that a new shampoo?”

“Uh yeah, I got a package with some mango scented stuff and I thought I’d give it a try! Do you like?”

“It's you so yes” he feels you smile into his chest. Any reminder of that size difference had him going a little bit crazy. 

He was a big guy. A 6’5 wall of muscle. He was a goalkeeper, of course he needed to be. At his level, he needed to be in peak physical condition so he could continue to perform as one of the world’s best goalkeepers. Yassine’s job could be a pain sometimes but watching him play had you dizzy with love and lust and everything in between. You were already pretty small but next to him, it was that much more obvious and you both revelled in the fact. It meant that he always treated you like the most precious thing he had ever known, which you were, and he didn’t want to break you.

You let go of the hug and he already misses your soft skin pressed against his. You go to the mirror to take your earrings off and he immediately moves to stand behind you with his arms wrapped around your torso and head resting on top of yours. Before you even say anything, he reluctantly removes his arms to brush your hair over your shoulder and remove the locket you were wearing. Another one of his lavish gifts, there’s a photo of you and him inside with the date of your first encounter. It's one of the many anniversaries he loves to celebrate. This was one of the smaller gifts but you treasure it since he shares a matching pocket watch.

He bends down to leave butterfly kisses that trail down from behind your ear to your shoulder and you shiver slightly, closing your eyes in pleasure. He was so intoxicating that you sometimes couldn’t believe that he was real and yours. 

“You’re my everything, you know?”

“And you’re mine” he wraps his arms around again and squeezes you as you squeal.

His size proves advantageous as he lifts you up with ease and gently tosses you onto the bed, quickly trailing behind you and pulling you by your ankles towards him. His hands glide up your bare thighs and give them a gentle squeeze that has you whimpering in anticipation. His hands were truly a work of art. He could hold both of your hands in one of his comfortably and in moments like this, when they almost take up the entirety of one ass cheek, you realise just how huge he is. The thought of it has you dizzy with ideas of things he could do to you. 

As your slip bunches up at your hips, he sees your cunt expose itself to him a little bit more and groans at the sight. He moves to kiss your neck again, trailing down slowly and leaving a trail of bites and marks that have you moaning quietly in bliss. He reaches you clothed breasts, nipples already hardened from the chill of the air, and opts to suckle on them through the fabric, your hands moving to grip his hair as he teases you.  You close your eyes at the feeling, his warm tongue soaking the material and you can faintly feel it swirl around the bud. You wonder if he can feel your heart hammering against your chest.

He continues the trail downwards until he reaches your leaking cunt. He's aching with debauched images of what he wants to do and he's painfully hard with the lewd thoughts but still takes the time to tease, leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs, bites that have you arching your back slightly. They're so soft and warm so he's taking extra time to give them some love. Parting them further and further until he finally decides that he can’t wait anymore. He sight of your glistening centre is more than he can handle, a sight he's seen plenty of times before but he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. His thoughts could never compare to the angel in front of him. He dives in to leave a long, slow lick through your folds from your entrance to your swollen pearl and you cry out again, panting heavily and your thighs are trembling slightly in excitement. He swirls his tongue around the bud before he sucking lightly, tongue still making circles around it. He hums in satisfaction at your sweet taste which only serves to stimulate you even more as your back immediately arches off the bed. You cry out in pleasure and relief and your hands reach down for his hair again as you pull on it. He responds by sucking even harder as your soft thighs move to close around his head. The feeling of the warm softness trapping his head has him dizzy and he can't help but gently buck his hips against the mattress to relieve some of the tension. He wraps his arms around them to keep them close and create more contact. He revelled in the fact that he still made you so nervous after all this time but he wondered if you knew of the effect you had on him. His angel. His sunshine. You lit up every room you walked into and brought an air of calm to those around you. All of that beauty to match a body that had him feral. It felt blasphemous to not learn every little scar, freckle and dip that decorated you. To not study what made you squirm, gasp, cry in pure, unadulterated bliss. He has your legs shaking in no time and decides to finally finish you off by slowly pushing two long, slender fingers into you, curling them against the spot you could never reach with your own fingers. He looks up to one of the most beautiful things he could ever dream of witnessing and moans, the vibrations only serving to torture your little bud even more. Your eyes roll back as you moan in complete and utter bliss all while his mouth never lets up on your clit. You’re in tears by the first mind-blowing orgasm of the night as you gush all over his face. He releases your clit, opting for small licks and kisses that prolong your orgasm and have your thighs twitching. 

When you come down from your high and he’s finally had enough, he quickly works to take off your slip, holding back the primal desire to just tear it off your frame, and his joggers too before laying on his back and patting his thighs, smirking as your eyes trail down his body, biting your lip nervously. You never get used to it. Again, he’s 6’5 so it shouldn’t be surprising yet here you are. You look absolutely adorable in your current state: head cocked to the side as you oggle him, cheeks flushed, biting your kiss-bitten lips, hands folded neatly on your lap, fidgeting as you assess the situation. Does everything about this girl have to be so adorable?

“C’mon gorgeous, we’ll go slow…” He trails off; his pupils blown wide, entranced by you in all your glory as you move to straddle his thighs. Hovering over his cock, quivering slightly as you slowly move down onto him. His hands reach for your breasts, twisting and pinching the nipples and he moves down as you close your eyes. He reaches your thighs and gives them a hard squeeze, again reminding you of the size difference. His hands cover them almost entirely and they feel so warm against you. the callouses scratch lightly against your delicate skin and you can imagine the veins bulging as he flexes them. He knew you had a thing for his hands so made the extra effort to keep them wandering around your body, lingering on your most sensitive parts so you would remember them.

He’s prepared you enough so that he slips in easily but the stretch still has you gasping and gripping his shoulders as you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of your walls clamping around him is like no other and he can't help but moan lowly at the feeling. It's been too long since he had this.

“That's it… there’s my good girl- fuck” your eyes roll back as you slowly take more and more of him. You have to stop for a while, already feeling so full but you cry out at his next comment.

“C’mon baby, halfway there. You can take it, can’t you?” He notices the tears beginning to form in your eyes and grips your hips, guiding you down onto the final inches of him. It's a tighter squeeze for the last bit and you both moan loudly when he’s through. Your thighs are shaking again and he laughs breathily, picking up on the telltale signs of your orgasm. He moves a hand off your hip and goes to gently rub your clit, moaning loudly as you clench tightly around him, unexpectedly gushing all over his cock. You're so sensitive to him and he's so glad that he hasn't been the only one desperate for it. He’s shaking slightly as the pleasure takes over, continuing to rub you as you convulse with the aftershocks.

He grunts as you start to move up and down his cock, the blunt tips of your nails scratching down his chest.

“Such a good girl for me… You’re so perfect…” his hands resting on your hips, occasionally moving up to squeeze your breasts and trailing back down in the way he knows you love. He loves seeing how hard you tried to take him and keep going, his perfect girl. It's already too much for you and it's barely even started. The exhaustion takes over quickly as you collapse onto him with your head resting on his shoulder. A hand moves to soothingly rub your back as you nuzzle into him, lulled into a false sense of security. You're panting heavily and closing your eyes as you tried to regain some sense, the wet kisses that he's leaving all over the parts of you he can reach are not helping and the chills don't seem to be dissipating anytime soon.

Wrapping his arms tightly around your middle, he kisses your neck, giving you a short break before continuing. He bends his knees slightly, balancing on his feet as he snaps his hips, pistoning into you. You shake even more, not even having the energy to moan out. You’re in complete bliss as the pleasure takes over and you squeeze his shoulders. He moans out as you flutter around him, struggling to move with the vice grip you have on his cock and he hisses at the feeling of you digging your nails into his shoulders, adding to the array of marks that will undoubtably raise some eyebrows and illicit questions in the locker room. He tightens his arms around you and thrusts harder, hands wandering all over your body as the knot in your stomach tightens again. 

He flips you over, roughly throwing your legs over his shoulders, practically folding you in half as he pounds into you. You’re definitely not walking right for the next few days. The position allows him that much deeper and he’s angled perfectly to press against your spot with each thrust; it has you trying to squirm away from the stimulation, your nails are now dragging down his back. Everything about him is overwhelming. His body completely blocks your surroundings, his voice sends chills down your spine, his scent has you all warm and safe and his touch sparks trails of electricity throughout your whole body. His thrusts are fast and desperate as he holds you down by your hips to stop you from moving away. Another hand grabbing at your wrists and holding them above your head. he has you pinned to the mattress to make sure that you're taking the full force of his thrusts. He presses his forehead against yours.

"Where do you think you're going, sweets?" He mocks, smirking as he notices that you can't even open your eyes to look at him.

“Oh would you look at that princess?” He takes one of your hands and places it on your belly. You can feel it, you can feel him. You manage to open your eyes and make contact with his darkened ones. you dare to look down as you see it. the bulge that forms whenever he pushes back into you, evidence of just how deep he is inside you. you moan out in shock and pleasure, clenching around him and legs flailing as you make another futile attempt to move away.

"Fuck- stop moving." His grip tightens just a little bit on your wrists and hip, not enough to hurt but just to bring your cock-drunk self to some sense.

He bites his lip, desperately trying to last a bit longer; wanting to coax a couple more orgasms out of you.

“Always take me so well, so perfect for me, huh? I love you so much, baby- fuck” he groans in your ear, leaving wet kisses all over your neck and chest, letting go of your wrists to hold to backs of your knees, keeping you still and spread wide as he pushed as deep as he could. you move your hands to pull on his gorgeous, thick hair again and he comes up from leaving dark purple hickeys on your neck and shoulder to capture your lips in a searing kiss that takes your breath away. You’re both coming to finish and he rubs your clit in tight circles to bring you there.

“C’mon gorgeous, cum for me.” He collapses onto your chest, grinding himself against you all while continuing to stimulate your clit. You're trapped under his enormous frame now and the feeling of his skin pressed up against yours makes you close your eyes in comfort. His warm breath is a stark contrast to the cool air and the feeling spreads like fire throughout the rest of your body. His grip on your hip tightens, grinding deeply so you could really feel every inch of him. You tighten around him again and this time, he can’t hold back as he cums inside you with a moan that sets your own orgasm off. Your arms tighten around his head and his thrusts are now shallow as he works to ride the high with you, releasing his grip to let your legs flop down and back onto the bed. Your hand moves to slap his hand away from your clit but he keeps it there, massaging and pinching as you convulse with the extra stimulation. 

“One more for me. C'mon gorgeous, I know you can take it” he sweetly kisses your temple, a stark contrast to what he was doing to you. He dips his head to take a nipple into his mouth, licking around the bud before sucking fervently and you gush around him for the last time. His hands leave your clit to rub and sooth your body as you try to catch your breath. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Such a good girl for me, hmm? my perfect girl” You smile into the kiss, your hand running over his back to sooth the scratches, the feeling of the soft, warm skin and twitching muscles on your hand brings you such a level of comfort that you could never do justice with words. You whine as he slowly lets go of the embrace, suddenly feeling very empty and cold as he leaves to grab a washcloth. He parts your legs gently, smoothing over the skin and wipes you down. You twitch and cry out as you feel it against your clit.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ll be quick.” He presses the warm cloth against your inner thighs and you close your eyes at the feeling. He looks over the marks and his eyes flicker to your muscles which haven't stopped twitching with concern. Did he go too far this time?

“Are you feeling okay? Was that too much? I’m so sorry, princess I have no idea what came over me I-” You pull him into a soft kiss as he relaxes again into you. A hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It was perfect, I promise. I love you.” giving him a dopey smile, humming in delight as he kisses over all of the lovebites, cooling the slight sting you felt.

“I’m just gonna go and grab some snacks and water, pretty. I’ll be back!” You go to protest but he shushes you, insisting that you needed the nutrients.

"Trust me, I'm an athlete." you roll your eyes with a small smile, relishing the care he's giving you.

He returns with his arms full of fruit, chocolates and water bottles, eyes softening at your figure snuggled up into the sheets. 

You don’t feel particularly hungry but he insists that it’ll do you good so you relent, letting him feed you the grapes and sweets as he runs his fingers through your hair and over your relaxed frame. You’re holding off a smile as he does so, eyes narrowing at him in faux-annoyance. 

“You love it really” he says with a teasing smile, putting the water bottle on the side table, turning the lamp off and pulling the covers over the pair of you. Your head is against his chest and you’re soothed by the slow thump of his heart beat and the warmth he radiates.

“I’m sorry I came home late again.” he smiles sadly as he strokes your hair. What kind of husband couldn't give his wife this everyday? Sure, I hate not spending time with her but imagine how she's feeling! It genuinely makes his heart ache at the idea of you having to wait for him.

“Its not your fault, my love. Did coach lay into you again?”

“As per usual. I still don’t know how he expects me and Yousef to hold up this entire team alone. I just don’t know what to do anymore…” he trails off, what would he do now? The team that gave him everything was falling apart and he had to take the weight of the blame. It was soul-crushing.

“I’ll be there with you regardless, just keep talking to me, okay? Don’t keep it to yourself. I've said it once and I'll say it again, you're one of the strongest people I know. You'll find a way out but in the mean time, just don't keep any of this in. Your struggles are mine.” You wipe away a stray tear and he closes his eyes at the feeling of your soft hand soothing his skin.

He carefully moves you off him so he can face you, moving a hand to rest on your cheek. Smiling softly at the concern in your eyes. 

“You make everything better, I could take on the world so long as you’re there.”

“I try my best.” You smile, pressing your lips to his before hiding your face in his neck. His arms move to wrap around you as the exhaustion hits. He closes his eyes and breathes out in relief. You’re here. You’re okay. He’s a fighter and he soon will find his way too. And he's comforted by the knowledge that you'll be there with him for it all.

He allows the tiredness to overtake him as he smiles, falling into a deep slumber with his perfect wife encased in his strong arms. It’ll be okay.

Before I move onto the requests, I just thought I’d get a test-run in. I hope u enjoy, my lovelies xxx

[bonesandthebees]

Okay, things I lose my mind about in glass 26.

1. Niki! She’s doing the tattoo! She’s putting up with Tommy even though she hates his guts just because Wilbur wants him there! She barely acknowledges his presence. She’s constantly annoyed but keeping it in. Also great job on showing Niki’s annoyance when Tommy bumps into the tray. And I think she was also slightly annoyed that she’s have to make the design smaller to put it on Wilbur’s wrist (which Tommy suggested) but that makes Wilbur happy, so it’s fine.

I’d have to go back and check, but I think she literally only directly talks to Tommy in the last segment and she only looks at him once. Which, fantastic job with that, because even when trying to calm Wilbur down, both of them are just talking to him, they don’t really communicate with each other (unless I missed something or Wilbur doesn’t notice) they just take turns talking to him based on what they know about him.

Also, Tommy kinda ‘forgets’ Niki is there when he mentions some things like the night market which she did not know about and will have questions about. Also, bringing up Jack was a bad move especially since he still hasn’t properly apologised. There’s also the whole. Niki knows Wilbur’s name debacle vs. The very awkward silence after “I’m sure he told you first”. I hope the realisation that Niki was the first person Wilbur willingly told his name to stings. I hope it stings because he took that opportunity away from himself and he never even got the privilege of being told he’s allowed to use it. Like we can argue about how necessary it. Was or not but the point is that Tommy so sort of finally getting to the consequences of that decision (the more negative side that is).

Not to mention how the awkward silence confirms to Niki that Tommy wasn’t told, but he still knows. (I’m not sure how much she knew about that, but she has opinions about Tommy, his pushiness and disrespect for other peoples boundaries. Those opinions did not improve with this conversation. Which we see in the last segment.

You always manage to make me feel bad for Tommy in these kind of situations even though I know he deserves it. Like he’s trying to extend the olive branch not realising he’s burned that bridge down complete and waited long enough to let the rubble crash into the ravine below. There’s nothing left to repair. Niki hates his guts. None of this was about him, it’s purely for Wilbur’s sake. And the thing that sets her of and makes her throw Tommy out is the fact that 1. He sticks around after the very clear dismissal to try again and 2. [“I figured. Just- like, I know shit’s not great with us right now because of… yeah, but-”] he doesn’t even have the guts to say he tried to kill her best friend. He’s constantly dancing around it. And 3. He’s still not apologising!

-🌲

YEAHHH I knew I wanted to show the tattooing scene, and then I also knew that tommy had to be there to support wilbur through it, which then led me to the interesting realization that tommy and niki were going to be forced to be in the same room. and of course that creates this very poignant tension that runs under the entire tattoo session that wilbur only partially acknowledges because he's more focused on, y'know, having an emotional breakdown over getting a tattoo and severing himself from the pythian tenets. so I wanted to show niki's annoyance in subtle ways, including tommy bumping into the tray and niki doing her damnedest not to snap at him

she does actually look at him at one other point during the session. it's when wilbur is having his freak out over his body not being his niki and tommy share a look before they both move to comfort him in their own ways (which wilbur also notices but it's a very quick 'blink and you'll miss it' sentence) that is the only other time she looks at him before they're leaving. it's only for wilbur's sake.

tommy didn't necessarily forget that niki was there, it was just that his worry for wilbur overrode any potential fallout he could have with niki finding out about the night market. he was focused first and foremost on grounding wilbur and calming him down.

the name moment was so small but so important. tommy finds out that wilbur has willingly told other people his name since tommy found it out, and realizes that if he had just been patient, he could've been the first to be actually told. but he didn't. now technically speaking, if tommy hadn't brute-forced his way into finding out wilbur's name and using it, it could've taken 6+ months just for wilbur to tell him in the first place. like, it would've taken so much longer to get to the point he's at now, if he'd ever even get there at all. so it was kind of a necessary evil, but it still had consequences.

obviously niki doesn't know exactly what happened with the name thing between wilbur and tommy, but that awkward silence let her know that it's not as simple as wilbur telling him. and yeah like you said since she already knows tommy is pushy about stuff like that, she has a vague idea that he might've either forced wilbur to tell him or found it out on his own somehow. that definitely didn't help her opinion of him in the slightest.

(story game voice: niki will remember that)

yuppp tommy's own immaturity makes it so he doesn't even fully realize that it's too late to try and extend this olive branch. far too late. niki hates him for the thing he did that he can't even say out loud. it's meant to make you feel bad for tommy because again, his own childishness gets in the way of him realizing just how badly he's fucked up. but also that's entirely his own fault. he's 18 and needs to understand the gravity of his actions.

[h0ney-gl0ws]

Hello I was wondering could you do boucheron relationship headcannons if possible

Of course! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy reading!

Boucheron is not a common one, hopefully we’ll see more of him in the future as the fandom grows!

Word Count (Approx): 702

Boucheron! Relationship Headcanons!

Boucheron gets flustered really easily. It’s hard for you to not tease him constantly about it. He just looks so cute with a red face, how could you not!

The subject of PDA in general makes him a bit of a blushing mess, as he can be kinda oblivious….

For instance, when you first started showing interest you’d often sneakily try moves on him…

“Oh Boucheron! You have some leaves in your hair, here let me get that for you!” You’d say getting very close to his face in the process.

“Gosh my ankle is really sore after that training session, do you think you could carry me to the infirmary?”

“Brrrr, it’s really cold out tonight, think I could borrow your jacket?”

Small things like that! And of course he never picked up on your hints, simply thinking you were being a good friend and needed his help on certain occasions. So, when he found out about your feelings, he was quite embarrassed he didn’t pick up on the clues earlier.

Now, when you do similar things while in a relationship he’s a bit more flustered in public. Knowing your romantic intent can make him remember how dumb he was in those moments. Obviously, what you love to tease him about the most!

It’s all in good fun, he really doesn’t mind. If it makes you happy to see him tripping over his words, while you laugh away, he’d gladly play the fool any given day.

Speaking of, he loves your laugh. It’s so beautiful and angelic. Like a choir of a thousand echoing stars. He’s found himself mesmerised by it more than once. Why he could nearly cry, upon hearing it.

So, he tries to make you laugh as much as possible. He finds tickling your sides to be most effective, but you tend to try to fight back in those moments. You’d never be able to overpower him, but he lets you think you’ve won every once in a while.

You’re really impressed by his strength though. He’s so tall compared to you, and he can pick you up like you weigh nothing! It’s incredible and again, gets quite a few giggles out of you when he does it.

Especially after you’ve been away from each other for a while and when you finally reunite again, he picks you up and twirls you around. It makes you so happy to enjoy those moments with your lover. Knowing he missed you so much and wants the world to see how much he loves you. He often cries on moments like those.

He relies on you whenever you go places with one another. Literally he’s lost without you. He gets completely turned around, so he’s lucky he has you to help keep him on track. He cannot fathom how you are able to remember all of the twists and turns in the market square, forest, and even sometimes the somniel! So he’s very grateful you share your tips on remembering your steps. He thinks his sense of direction has improved a bit since he started dating you.

Because of moments like that I think that he has the habit of losing things easily. It’s not that he doesn’t remember where he put it, it’s that he doesn’t remember how to get back to the place he put it haha! So you have definitely saved him a few times by bringing him said objects he had left behind.

And after a long day, of fishing, training, and looking after the prince, there’s nothing more relaxing then cuddling with you as he reads his favorite book before bed. Although you have had to pry the book from him on quite a number of occasions as it seems to make him cry instead of wind down for bed. Instead, you offer for him to run his fingers through your hair as you drift off in his strong, yet gentle embrace…with him following not too long afterwards :)

[demonprincezeldris]

𝐙𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐔

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘜 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰. 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

Nobody would ever think that a Demon, Vampire, and Human could ever really be in a relationship in Liones High (or in general really) 

There had always been tensions between the different races that roamed the city. Demons, Goddesses, Humans, Giants, Fairies. Each race was unique, having special powers or abilities that made them who they were. 

However in the schools, the students’ races were kept a secret to everyone, as to keep them all safe from bullying. Every student was treated as a human, and had human-like features. 

It was strange for the students to see Zeldris, Gelda, and Arthur in a functioning polyamorous relationship, completely unaware of their respective races. 

Zeldris was a very dedicated student, who put 100% into everything that he did. He was exceptional in the classroom, even joining one of the various sports teams that were offered. Because of Zeldris’ dedication in both the classroom and on the field, he was respected and well-known throughout the school. 

Gelda, while she was not the most athletic or competitive, she and Arthur would always go to Zeldris’ games against the other schools, cheering him on from the stands. Even if the team lost, the pair of them always managed to cheer him up afterwards, praising him for doing such a good job. 

When she wasn’t actively cheering Zeldris on or going to games, she would almost always be studying in the library or reading a book with Elizabeth. Zeldris and Arthur knew never to disturb her while she was in study mode; or else they’d face her wrath. 

However she did appreciate their nice gestures to try and make her study sessions better for her. Some healthy snacks, tea, colored markers to help her stay organized? Zeldris and Arthur would do anything to make Gelda more comfortable and focused. 

Arthur is not the best student, but he is a great basketball player. He helped win many games for Liones Academy, and was made captain of the team after he had made a half-court shot to win the championship game at the last second. 

He, Howzer, and Gilthunder are almost always seen on the court or in the gym, staying in shape and constantly trying to improve themselves. 

Of course, everyone from the other teams underestimates him because he’s not as tall or as beefy as them. They eat their own words quickly as they see the speed and talent that the young man possesses as he dribbles around them and shoots basket after basket for his team. 

Gelda and Zeldris go to every single one of his own games as he does to Zeldris, watching every moment of the game. 

When he’s not on the court, he’s in study sessions with both Gelda and Zeldris, who encourage him to try and work on his classes. Otherwise he won’t be able to be on the basketball team. And it encourages him to work hard; for both of his lovers and the team. 

Now, Arthur is not one for confrontation. He likes to keep to himself and stay in his own lane if possible. And bullying is a minor problem at Liones High, but somehow it made its way over to him. 

Two bulky upperclassmen ran into him one afternoon as he was putting his stuff away in his locker. They taunted and teased him for being so scrawny for the captain of the basketball team. 

Arthur, ever the gentleman, tried to tell them off kindly and continued with switching his books to meet with Gelda in the library. However the bullies weren’t giving in, and started getting physical with him, knocking his books away from him. 

Gelda sensed that something was wrong after almost sitting alone for fifteen minutes. It didn’t take Arthur that long to switch books and come back to her. He wasn’t the one to ditch a study session either. 

She found Zeldris, and together they started looking for him. It was only when they went outside did they hear sounds of a fight. As they rounded the corner their hearts stopped. Arthur was getting absolutely pummeled by the bulkier men, being tormented and teased. 

As hard as they punched him, Arthur didn’t raise a hand to hit them back. He was too kind, even when facing bullies, to fight back and protect himself with his own fists. 

The sight made both Gelda and Zeldris snap, and without thinking, they unleashed their powers as they charged at the idiots, pushing them away from Arthur. Zeldris’ darkness was whirling around him as he crouched in front of Arthur, and Gelda’s vampire fangs were elongated as she hissed, her fingers extending into deadly claws. 

That moment was when their races were revealed, and eventually would be scattered around the school. Zeldris was a Demon and Gelda was a Vampire. It wasn’t something that they wanted, especially since there were false rumors circling around Demons thanks to a group of Goddesses known as Stigma. 

Instead of being disgusted by the revelation, Arthur was overjoyed at the news. His lovers were absolutely awesome, and it felt like he had hit the jackpot. He couldn’t have been any happier with the pair of them. 

[treatnow]

Free treatment for veterans with PTSD now available after $1.5 million in Kentucky funding

Our TBI treatment program made the news last night at 1000, airing multiple times this morning on the same network, WDRB. Please share in your networks. We're making progress, just not fast enough.

Click Image to view Video LOUISVILLE, Ky. (WDRB) -- An estimated 12,000 Kentucky veterans suffer from traumatic brain injuries and PTSD, but $1.5 million in state money is now available to help them using a specific kind of treatment not offered through the VA. And the state investment is all thanks to a local veteran's family, who fought for years to get it approved. That veteran, Col. Ronald Ray, was a highly decorated United States Marine and a lawyer and went on to serve on two presidential commissions. But the wounds he suffered in war would go on to severely impact his life some decades later. Ray's widow, Eunice, tried everything she could to help her husband at the advice of doctors, including Hyperbaric Oxygen therapy, which gives patients pure oxygen in a pressurized chamber. "For the veterans, they do 40 treatments for an hour," said Dr. Jack Arnold, who practices at the Clark Regional Medical Center in Winchester. "... All the excess oxygen creates increased profusion to brain cells, helping the neurocognitive function and basically that higher level neurological communication, so to speak."   For veterans suffering from traumatic brain injuries and PTSD, it essentially heals damaged tissue in the brain. "For TBIs, for those who have had cognitive impairment, it seems to really help with them," Arnold said. "It gives them a higher level of cognitive function, which helps them to have a more fulfilling life. ... People are able to hold down jobs. People are able to function better within societal norms things like that." Eric Koledia, Ronald Ray's brother-in-law, said they witnessed first hand what at TBI does when it's untreated. But they were refused HBOT treatment for Ray in Louisville. Instead, they had to travel to Panama and Florida. "I became frustrated because I thought 'Why would a person who is a veteran, who's given so much, not be able to walk in and get the treatments?'" Eunice Ray said. That set off a mission for Eunice Ray and Koleda. Together, they fought for the state legislature to approve HBOT for Veterans in Kentucky. Their efforts worked and, not only that, during the last session, lawmakers dedicated $1.5 million to pay for it. All of the treatment would be at no cost to veterans who qualify thanks to the approved state money. Now, they're trying to get the word out. "We're hoping to treat, over the next two years, 100-150 veterans," Koleda said.

Col. Ronald Ray and Eunice Ray   The doctors and technicians at Clark Regional Medical Center's Wound Care Center have seen the success of HBOT therapy on veterans first hand. "It is something that's got significant, improved evidence behind it that is really working out for veterans and helping with their cognitive issues," Arnold said. The testimonials from veterans, in particular, are powerful. "Like 10 treatments into the actual process of HBOT, everything started coming back online ..." Capt. Matt Smothermon, who served in Afghanistan said in an HBOT testimonial. 'I wasn't able to sleep before. ... Now, I could finally sleep. Where I constantly stressed out, I no longer was." And former Navy Seal Brandon Cruz. "The symptoms of TBI and PTSD, they marry each other sensitivity to light mood swings,' former Navy Seal Brandon Cruz said in another video. "And I wish that everybody that had a chance to do the treatment would do the treatment, because it saved me. ... The pain goes away. Does it completely heal everything? No. But, by and large, it restores a higher level of normalcy to these veterans they haven't seen in years." The free HBOT therapy is now available to qualifying Kentucky veterans at hospitals in Louisville, Winchester and even in southern Indiana. Arnold said the treatments can help to address the veteran suicide rate, which the latest data shows is 17 per day in the U.S. "It's proven to help with that," Arnold said. "So my strong opinion is, yeah, it needs to be part of that treatment regiment to prevent that." In her late husband's memory, Eunice Ray is urging veterans to take action and reach out for help. "If I could help one veteran who's already given so much ... not have to go through this, oh my goodness, it would be such a tribute to Ron," she said. "It could be life-changing to them, life-lengthening and life-enriching." If you are a veteran and want to learn more about the treatment, click here. Read the full article

[bidamonalbarn]

incoming taylor swift (ft. louis tomlinson) rant

ok so this is a bit weird but i've been thinking about it a lot - the fundamental difference between taylor and louis is their upbringing. i do not mean their family (obviously the difference between that defo impacted their behaviour) but rather their wealth, their class.

taylor loves her fans, she has this connection to them that artist of her level do not obtain. she has secret sessions, interacts with fan accounts online, she does meet and greets, and the 22 hat giveaway each show. she loves her fans. and i do not doubt that. but it becomes difficult to understand it when everything is so expensive and ultimately not worth it.

i never even tried to get eras tour tickets because i knew there was no way in hell i'd be able to afford even one ticket. i knew my parents wouldnt be able to afford it. ever since the announcement i understood that this was something i'd never get to experience. i'm not saying the eras tour doesn't deserve these prices - it's an amazing 3 hour live show, but as an artist who prides herself on her connection with fans it seems a little... disconnected?

and then i cannot even afford to get a cd with all the songs from an album because she has 5 versions of an album. and not a single version that has every song. it makes sense, it improves sales, and collectors get a bigger collection. but once again, not something you'd do when you think you have such a impactful connection with your fans??

with louis, yes i still had to save to afford tickets im still poor after all, but it was something that i could save up for - it was affordable. and it logistically shouldn't be. it's cheaper than noah kahan's tour, fuck man it's cheaper than when evanescence came to brisbane. louis gives fans cupcakes (!) and water bottles, he does free meet and greets after shows, he interacts with fans on social media (sometimes very sneakily apparently). but most importantly, its affordable. his merch isn't cheap but it's worth it (i cannot say the same for most of taylor's collections), he doesn't force you to buy multiple cds of the same album to hear 4 different tracks that aren't on streaming (and seemingly will never be?? taylor put you're losing me on spotify). he cares about his fans in a way that i think taylor cannot because she grew up within a higher class.

and i understand that taylor is constantly criticised - too much is still not enough - but as a life long (and poor) fan this is something that has kinda annoyed me for a while now. yes she is better than most big musicians, especially when it comes to fan interaction, but it's upsetting that i will never ever get to see her live, that i will never ever get official merch, when i can do these things with other artists i adore less than her. idk stupid rant but its over now

[sailsinstorms]

Legacy of the Girls - Part 5

Let's continue reading, shall we?

So Power Conservation Day finally ended, not long before HarvestFest ended. So I quickly had Molly toss together a grand meal. She still seems to dislike Radley even though they're literally having a conversation right now. And yes, you'd be right to notice that she's making something salmon based. And Radley is a vegetarian.

Molly: Time for dinner losers! Get the hell down here!

Radley: *notices Molly staring at her* Did you... is there fish in this? Molly: *nods slowly and stares* Radley was definitely sick after eating that. Poor kiddo. To be fair that's my fault. I forgot she was vegetarian. 

So… in this scene we have a household bonding session watching some good old-fashioned Brokeback Mountain. And Radley and Molly bonding over their desire to either A) Beat each other up — or B) Beat up the lecherous perv staring through the window. I should really invest in some curtains…

I don't know what Loren was doing "at work" today. It must have been some kind of commercial. But she came home in this cute af space get-up. I love it. She looks so cool! She passed out not long after this photo, but it was worth it.

Since Winter is in the doctor career that requires me to go to work with her every now and again. So today, we're going to accompany Winter to the hospital. Let's go!

Winter: I'm so excited to be here! I love helping people! Nurse: Go vacuum the supply closet.

Winter: Flat foot Syndrome is very common in Sims. I'm sure we can fix you. Child: Really Miss? Winter: There's a mod for everything. <3

I don't know about you guys but the constant stream of patients lining up in the waiting room is a constant source of stress for me. It's literally impossible to get to them all, let alone treat them all, and I always feel bad for them.

Caught this kid taking selfies of his mad gunz while some perv checks him out. It's nice to know the drama continues at the hospital as well.

Meanwhile, back at the lot, Radley and Solar are on the same work schedules.

So they leave at the same time and finish at the same time and often get promoted at the same time. Whenever they get home together they're often miserable.

Molly is up to her usual mischief shenanigans. I always assume that whenever she's pranking the toilet she's just putting glad wrap across the bowl. At least the girls are constantly improving their handiness skills whenever a toilet malfunctions.

SOLAR! Seriously, who is this man!?

Oh my God! The Peeping Tom guy is watching Solar and her man through the window and beating one out at the same time! I should have invested in those curtains I always said I was going to get but never did!

I really need to do something about this guy!

Here's a little more of Loren practicing her acting skills. I love watching her do this. It's so cute.

Winter: Mya! Please baby, come down from up there? I'll give you treats and cuddles?!

These two adore each other. Winter loves no man more than she loves her feline friend <3

Since Winter is always studying medical related things and she's very ambitious she's often wanting to get focused or skill up. I love her thumbnail whenever she's focused. Almost as much as I love Loren's "scared" thumbnail.

AH YES! IT'S THE DAY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR! WHERE IS THE SERIAL PEEPING OFFENDER!?

There he is, loitering at my back door.

Molly: Hey shithead! You're disgusting! Get off my lawn! Tom: It's a free neighborhood. I'll stand where I want! You don't have fences or curtains! Who's fault is that!?

Get 'im, Molly! Give him an uppercut! I don't know what wrestling moves are, but knock him out!

YEAH SHE WON! Atta girl! (I made her beat him up a few more times after this just to reaffirm their status as enemies)

Elsewhere, Loren is fighting random's in the street.

Loren: I can see that you're pregnant. So even though it's Neighourhood Brawl Day, I'm gonna let you walk away Miss Landgraab. Nancy: Thank you?

The next chapter is the Festival of Snow! *hearteyes*

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[optimist-pine]

The rise turtles react to the reader being a bad chef?

A/n: Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 622

Warnings: none

Leo:

• Leo's not too great of a cook himself

• he doesn't regularly catch things on fire, but it has happened

• Mikey will flip out when he finds out what the two of you have done to his kitchen

• Leo reassures him (falsely) that you'll clean everything up after you're finished

• nothing ends up back in the right place

• maybe your downfall is that when you cook together you end up trying to get "creative" and it totally backfires

• nobody eats your leftovers

• heck, you won't even eat it when it's fresh

• they have a family intervention on what to do about your kitchen privileges

• the settle on revoking your stovetop and oven use

• this doesn't stop the two of you from using things when no one is around or everyone else is asleep though

• another intervention happens impromptu when the fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night

Raph:

• it takes him too long to finally come clean

• but he must have suffered one too many burnt and gooey dishes

• he has never eaten worse food and he literally grew up in a sewer

• he offers to help you in the future

• you work your way through mastering one dish at a time, remaking each until Mikey approves

• Raph is an average cook, so he improves right alongside you

• more often than not his brothers join you and it ends up being a group cooking session

• don't feel offended if someone is usually looking over your shoulder

• they're just genuinely concerned for everyone's safety

• over time your cooking must improve - either that, or Raph just isn't affected by your cooking anymore since he starts choosing to eat your leftovers

Donnie:

• cooking is science, right?

• it's measurements and reactions and exact numbers

• Donnie's not a bad cook, and he's decent at adding a little flare

• but your cooking... What in the world?

• there are now labels and warnings on many things in the kitchen discerning what you are and are not allowed to touch

• he believes that someday you might accidently poison someone

• after one particularly horrible disaster he temporarily programmed the kitchen to not even allow you in

• you did almost set the kitchen on fire so that's fair

• you secretly try hard to perfect one of Donnie's favorite foods, and its good enough he thinks it's takout

• he allows you access to the kitchen again with the stipulation that that is the only thing you are allowed to make unsupervised

Mikey:

• simultaneously finds you endearing and maddening

• like how in the world are you capable of - for the love of - how hard is it to follow directions

• he immediately organizes regular cooking lessons for you

• you work on memorizing measurements and various terms used in recipes and eventually work your way up to taste testing

• props to him; he's a really patient teacher. he's gonna need it

• his brothers love it because they are constantly delicious leftovers in the fridge

• if you're feeling brave you'll make something for him out of the blue to surprise him

• he's always supportive of course, but he says he's not lying when he says you've improved

• but the more you cook together, the more he can't help but love when you spill something or put in the wrong ingredient or set off the fire alarm

• it's a pleasant hazard

• also you both love to watch cooking shows and yell at the tv like people do with sports

[whumperooni]

Oh to be aizawas favorite student that gets stuffed on the regular, during class breaks, after school and special visits to his room at night. He baby's her quite a lot. He can't help it. And she gets favoritism but no one actually suspects he's teaching her how to be such a good girl behind doors.

yes yes yes

we all just want to be Sensei’s favorite student and have him teach us how to suck his cock just right

uh, nsfw rambling under the cut. and ye student has been aged up

It’s something that doesn’t happen on purpose or right away- first, you arrive at UA and you’re blessed with Aizawa as your homeroom teacher. And lucky, lucky him- you’re a wonderful student. Smart and polite and eager to learn. Your quirk is similar to his- erasure but by touch instead- and you’re always so respectful and attentive when you come to him for advice on how to use it, how to improve, how to be better. Sensei, I just want to do my best.

You quickly become his favorite the more he helps you and it’s a pleasant surprise when he finds the two of you have some common ground beyond quirks. Movies, books, shows, food- your tastes are similar and it’s easy to talk to you about things beyond the strict realm of what he should stick to.

You’re just so...easy to get along with. Relaxing. And, god, it’s such a nice change to have a student that is constantly working on improving, that lights up so much when given praise and absorbs every bit of advice that you can. You’re malleable, but not brainless and it’s no surprise when he realizes that he has a soft spot for you.

Your second year is a little rough- new homeroom teacher, internships, work studies, all the competition that comes with making a name for yourself in the hero world. Even though he’s not your teacher anymore, you can’t help wander back to him for advice and a familiar comfort. Aizawa, for his part, is content enough to keep guiding you along- will listen to you as you fret and worry and question yourself. His calm words and solid advice are always enough to raise your confidence again and the little sessions you two have will end with you nodding in determination and saying Sensei, I promise I’ll make you proud.

He already knows you will- you work hard and you’re so eager for his approval, always chasing after success and the reward of a pat to a head and your favorite sensei telling you good job. you did well. i’m proud of you. (He never doles out praise like that but, god, do you work hard to earn it- you deserve your sensei’s approval and compliments. You always work so hard. for him.)

The third year is a bit easier, but it’s tiring- you’re working properly as a hero now and juggling balancing school and being an acting sidekick. You still come to your sensei for help and it fills him with satisfaction whenever he hears how you’ve blossomed under his instruction.

This is the year, too, when his gaze keeps trailing after you, when he finally realizes just how much he enjoys your eagerness and your wide eyes, the way you nearly melt when he gives you praise.

Like any good teacher, he feels disgusted by himself. Disgusted but...interested. He swears to himself that he’ll never be inappropriate with you, that he’ll keep being there for you as always and keep the relationship respectable.

He tells himself that, but...

But his hands start brushing against you when you walk next to each other. But he begins to tuck your hair behind your ear and brush it from your eyes, trail his fingers along your check. But his touch becomes more frequent during training- experienced hands moving you to get your stance to perfection and lingering as he explains technique, giving the lightest of squeezes before dropping away.

And you...you never pull away or balk or do anything- you just look up at him with wide eyes and cheeks holding the lightest, sweetest flush and nod along to whatever he’s saying, keep following his instructions until you’re perfect.

You trust him so much and respect him to the highest regard- Sensei is important to you in every sort of way and you’d follow him into hell if he asked.

You’d do anything if he asked.

With your third year and all your hero work comes attention, popularity. Boys keep hounding after you and, honestly, it’s flustering. Embarrassing whenever they put their hands a little too low on your waist while chatting you up and look over you with hooded eyes. Their touch is nothing like Sensei’s- you don’t want to melt into and you don’t want more; all you want is to shy away.

The attention troubles you and it’s something that Aizawa picks up on. You almost don’t want to tell him about it whenever he asks, but you can’t not answer your sensei and, besides, he’s given you so much advice before- he’s sure to guide you through this confusing time in your life.

So you tell him, shyly, about the boys and their touches and their crude remarks. You blush and mumble that it’s overwhelming, that it’s embarrassing. You’ve never dated anyone before- you’ve never even kissed anyone before. You don’t know how and...and you’re nervous about it- what if you’re bad? What if they laugh?

Seeing you blushing and embarrassed would be a KO to Aizawa- one quick snap of his already frail self-control. He’d tell you that you just need practice, that it’s not something you need to rush. And, god, sweet fretting you who has danced through his fantasies and turned a respectable man into a closet pervert would be helpless when Aizawa- when the man you look up to with stars in your eyes, when the man whose every word you hang on to, when the man you’ve had such a sweet little crush on since day one, when Sensei- places a hand to your cheek and tells you that he could teach you.

How could you pass it up?

So it starts with that- his lips pressing against yours and your mind going dizzy with wonder and giddy, anxious disbelief. So, so chaste at first- slow to keep you from growing skittish and pulling away. And when it gets deeper, more hot that’s when he starts to tell you how to angle your head, how to use your tongue, how to mold your lips perfectly against his. Less tongue this time. That’s better. Try biting my bottom lip like this.

You listen to his instructions like a lovesick puppy- cheeks flushed and eyes hazy and the need to please him flooding through you stronger than ever before.

It starts with kissing and then it’s him teaching you how to ride his thigh, how to get off with just that grinding pressure and his murmured praise, his hands running over your waist. Then Sensei teaches you about pleasuring yourself- long fingers stroking over your cunny and curling deep inside, little whimpers and mewls leaving you while he explains your g-spot and how to stretch yourself for a cock, how to rub your little clit and make yourself come. He’ll get you off and suck your juices from his fingers, sit back in a chair and then make you do everything he just did- telling you when to add a finger, when to stroke your clit, encouraging you when you whine and say that your fingers are too small and they don’t feel as good as his.

So, of course, if you’re fingers aren’t good enough then he has to teach you about sex toys. He buys you a vibrator and uses it on you until you’re shaking, makes you stuff it in your panties before class and has you hurrying to him on break so you can show him that you’re soaked, that you can come now and please let me come sensei, i need to- it’s so much.

He’ll have you stuff your fingers into your soaked, throbbing pussy and he’ll let you come whenever you mewl a “Sensei, please.” And then he’ll have you suckle your juices from your fingers, teach you how good you taste.

Which, of course, will lead to lessons of him eating you out- face burying between your spread thighs and tongue flicking over your clit until it’s too  much and you try to squirm away on instinct. That gets his wraps around your wrists and you sat on his face- his hands gripping your bum and making you hump against him until he’s soaked with your cum and you’re too tired and sore to give more than a twitch of your hips.

Then, of course, it’s your turn to learn about pleasing someone else with your mouth- you get to see Sensei’s dick for the first time and it’s so, so flustering to watch him stroke it while he explains blowjobs and how to run your little tongue over his head, how to suckle his balls like a good girl. Just like that- you’re doing so good. Watch your teeth, okay? Remember to breathe.

This particular lesson gets repeated again and again- it’s hard to take his length fully at first and he has to let you train your throat until you can take him down to the root and swallow his cum without choking and gagging.

It becomes a habit of yours to suck your sensei off at the end of the day- you sinking to your knees and swallowing him down while he grades papers; his hand petting your hair and a serene look on your face as you bob your head along your sensei’s length, make him come.

The biggest lesson- the most important one- is when he finally, finally fucks you.

Aizawa knows he has to do it right- he knows that it has to be good for you. He wants it to be good for you- you’ve certainly earned it with all the hard work you’ve put in so far.

It happens during a break when he actually has time to dedicate to a good, proper fuck. You’re nervous at first, heart fluttering with anticipation, and he’s quick to soothe you with doting kisses, pull you into his lap and make you dizzy with his touch, his lips. He kisses you until pleasure is smoldering down low and then he carries you to the bed- cradling you gently and laying you out, taking a moment to soak in your flushed cheeks and adoring eyes, the way your lips move with a shy, needy murmur of “Sensei.”

He gets you off once, twice before stripping down and crawling over you. It hurts a little when he slides into your wet, warm cunny but he soothes that sting with kisses and hummed praises of how good you’re doing, how you’re such a good girl for him. You’re taking me so well. You’re doing such a good job. Good girl- you’re such a good girl. Honestly, the praise is enough to have your eyes watering and your already overstimulated pussy squeezing around him.

You come before he’s fully in and he takes advantage of that wave of pleasure to slip in the rest of the way, bury himself completely in that soaked cunt that he’s been starving for. You’ll have time to sob a “sensei” but then your mind will get hazed over by the feeling of being full, by how good it feels to have your teacher rocking into your needy pussy and pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck.

The first time you come on his cock it’s with his lips pressed to your forehead as he murmurs for you to come for him- to come for sensei.

The next time you come on his cock is when you’re riding him the following night- his mouth sucking on your soft breasts and your back arching as he shoots hot ropes of cum into your spasming pussy.

He’ll show you how to clean yourself after and he’ll make you come again- face buried between your thighs and his tongue eating out the creampie he had nestled deep into your cunny.

After that, it’s fair game for him to call out of class for “just a word” or to drag you from regular training for some “one on one” training. And you’re just as bad- coming to him like a bitch in heat as soon as you feel your cunny begin to tingle and begging him to fuck you, let you suck him off- sensei, please!

Of course he spares the time to do that for you- you are his favorite student after all.

[blazogirlsoneshots]

People Watching (Zuko x Reader)

“Okay, what about those two?”

“Two spies from rival agencies that have to kill each other but ended up falling in love in the process.”

“I’m pretty sure you just stole that from a movie.”

“No, I’m actually serious about this one. Look at how they keep checking their phones and getting tenser and tenser, but then when they look at each other they seem happier.”

“Whatever you say, Zuko,” Y/N chuckled as they leaned up against the counter.

It was a quiet day in the Jasmine Dragon. Only a couple of the tables were filled with customers and a gentle calm had mixed nicely with the chatter. Unfortunately, the current lack of customers had left the two baristas rather bored. It only took the two of them an hour to get through their daily task and so now the duo were playing their favorite game, people watching.

“If you don’t like my stories so much then where are yours, your highness?” Y/N giggled as Zuko playfully nudged their shoulder.

“Fine, ummm,” they quickly scanned the room, looking for the perfect target. “You see those two over there? The ones who look like their in their own world? He just told the worst joke in the history of jokes, but because she loves him and love makes you stupid, she’s laughing so hard actually crying. And it’s kind of strange that they’re still in the honeymoon stage when they’ve been dating 49 months.”

“49 months?”

“Don’t they seem like the kind of people who are constantly celebrating their every month anniversary?”

“I don’t really see it.”

“Well it’s my story, so the interpretation is all up to me.” Zuko merely laughed and shook his head.

“How did they meet then?”

“In a metaphysical philosophy class,” Y/N replied, without missing a beat.

“That’s not even a real thing.”

“What are you talking about, you know that your uncle probably used to teach one.”

“Yeah, but my uncle was never a professor.”

“Maybe in another life he was. Anyways, they met in metaphysical philosophy class and she was the only one in the class who seemed to get it, so he asked her a tutor him. She said yes because he’s cute and was willing to pay for the coffees during their study sessions.”

“Wait, you think he’s cute?”

“Yeah, but you’re cuter. Now, let me finish my story,” Zuko started to say something but resigned himself to be a blushing mess instead. “Turns out she’s a really good teacher and his grades were improving by leaps and bounds while she was starting to make a great friend with some butterfly feelings on the side. Finally, after a semester of a will-they-won’t-they, she asked him on a date and a year later they were engaged.”

“Engaged?”

“Yes, engaged, do you not see her ring? Although I can’t blame you for not noticing, they’re very quiet about it.”

“Do you know these two or something?”

“No, I’m just very observant.”

“You should be a detective or something,” Zuko chuckled, “A real-life Sherlock Homes”

“Nah, I’d be a shit detective. I’d get too focused on the possible imaginary story and miss completely fly over reality.”

“Well, I think you’d be great at it.”

“Thanks, Zuko,” Zuko felt his cheeks flush as they held eye contact for a beat too long.

“Do you think we’ll ever have a relationship like theirs?” Y/N asked in a much smaller voice than before.

Zuko.exe has crashed. Please check back in tomorrow.

In all seriousness, Y/N’s question was like a key that opened a box in the back of his mind. Y/N and Zuko had been working together at the Jasmine Dragon for a couple of years now. Over that time, a simple work friendship had turned into hanging out in the park, joint study sessions, and occasional movie “dates”. Zuko would be a liar if he said that he’d never hoped that their relationship could become more, but romantic relationships were messy and Zuko didn’t have that many good friends in the first place. Y/N was one of the few comforting people in Zuko’s life and someone who’d he probably always have a crush on. He’d made peace with it, but Y/N’s words sent all of these thoughts racing around his brain again.

“Do you mean laughing like idiots and hanging around tea shops forever? We already do that,” Zuko deflected.

“Not that. Do you think we’ll end up so in sync that even when we’re old we can still read each other’s minds?”

“I don’t know, our closing routine is pretty tight.”

“Zuko, I’m serious.”

“Where are you going with this, Y/N?”

“Nevermind, just forget it,” Y/N thrust the rag they were using and started heading to the backroom.

“Forget what? Do you think still won’t be important to me years from now? You are one of the most important people in my life and I never want to lose you. I don’t have to worry about if we’ll be like that in the future because I know we’re like that now.” Y/N froze and turned to look at Zuko with tears in their eyes.

“Really?” Zuko nodded and was then quickly hit by the force of Y/N engulfing him in a hug.

“I just get scared sometimes with how powerful my feelings are for you, how I know I’d jump in front of lighting for you.” Whispered the voice in Zuko’s mind.

“We should probably get back to work,” Y/N said as they brushed a few stray tears away. “I’d like to get out of here before tomorrow.” Zuko nodded as the moment was hastily shoved aside.

Who knows? Maybe the next slow day will lead to something more.

A/N: People Watching by Conan Grey is literally one of the best songs this year and I need everyone to love it. Also, I'm not quite sure how I feel about this one, but this idea's been rattling in my brain for weeks so I might as well let it out.

masterlist

[atlabeth]

everything happens for a reason part 3 - zuko x fem!reader

I feel so much, I get carried away

part 2 | masterlist | part 4

a/n: enjoy the fluff in this chapter bc its not gonna last

once again for reference - this chapter takes place 2 years after the last one so y/n is 11 and zuko is 12

warning(s): eating/food, but otherwise its pure fluff

wc: 3.3k

chapter title comes from carried away by madison beer!

i ran out of kid zuko gifs so i had to make my own smh if you want something done you gotta do it yourself

The young friendship only flourished after that fateful day. Zuko and Y/N began spending almost all of their freetime together between Y/N teaching him about her culture, their usual talking in the hallways, and finding ways to hang out together outside of her schedule. She was absolutely delighted to be teaching Zuko though, so she always made sure there was time for her self proclaimed academy.

Y/N was constantly busy around the castle, so in order to hang out they had started waking up extra early — the pair had become experts at sneaking around the castle with the first rays of the sun. The gardens were a favourite because of its availability, and of course, the turtleducks. It also gave Y/N a chance to bend outside of healing, something that they began to take advantage of as they got older.

Sparring sessions became a regular between them as a way for Y/N to get some practice with martial bending, Zuko to experience fighting against a waterbender, and just another way for them to spend time together. Of course, they had to keep it as quiet as possible to avoid alerting anyone of their presence, but that became the least of their worries over time.

They each pushed each other to be better, and with Y/N’s healing skills, they were able to walk away every morning without any injuries. But after discovering a very unfair advantage that the prince held, she decided that morning sparring just wasn’t enough.

(“Firebending gets stronger in the morning,” he had told her after a particularly brutal blast resulting in some emergency bending on Y/N’s part to extinguish a tree. “My teachers always say that we rise with the sun.”

“Well,” she had said with a smile. “We rise with the moon. You just signed yourself up for some late night sparring sessions.”)

Y/N had truly started to come into her own. It had been two years since her capture, and though she had in no way made peace with her life in the Fire Nation, she was trying to take advantage of it as much as she could. Even though she despised being at the beck and call of nobles and guards, she couldn’t deny the opportunities it gave her to hone her abilities. Her healing had improved tenfold and her martial bending wasn’t too shabby either. Between all of the time spent with Zuko and practicing her bending, she was able to distract herself from her dim reality.

But the world was a cruel, cruel place, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. It didn’t treat souls like Zuko and Y/N kindly, a fact that they would soon become aware of.

In the moment though, Y/N was more focused on not getting burnt.

She twirled to the side as a small flame shot past her, just barely managing to dodge it as she bent a stream of water out from the pond and sent it at Zuko. He turned it to steam as he blocked it with his own fire, which he then sent back at her with a combination of a punch and a kick. Y/N raised her hands and bent up a large wall of water from the pond, and with a small grunt on her part, sent it flying towards Zuko. He tried to conjure up his own fire shield in an effort to extinguish the water once more, but it was too little too late and he ended up getting knocked to the ground and completely drenched.

Y/N couldn’t stop the giggle that fell from her lips as Zuko wiped water off of his face, sputtering incoherently while he pushed himself up. “Did you really have to do that?” he complained.

“You know I do.” She grinned as she walked around the pond to his side, cracking her knuckles before she began to bend the water out of his clothes. “This was in the morning, too. Admit it, I’m getting better!”

He cracked a smile of his own. “You really are. I just wish that you getting better didn’t end up in me getting soaked every time.”

She bent the water she had extracted from his clothes back into the pond and held out her hand to help him up from the ground, which he took gratefully. “That just makes it more fun.”

As she helped pull him up, Y/N found herself more than a little transfixed. The rays of the rising sun shone down on him perfectly, and the smile still on his lips made her feel flutter bats in her stomach.

Y/N didn’t know when she had started seeing Zuko in a different light than usual. When his laughs became melodious, his smile like a ray of sunshine on its own, his company coveted. While she was usually able to trade verbal jabs with him without a second thought, doing her self-assigned job of keeping him humble, something had changed in the past year.

They grew steadily closer over the years after they had met, but one event in particular all but pushed Zuko into her arms.

Ursa’s banishment.

Of course, they didn’t know that she had been banished. No one aside from Ozai knew the true nature of her disappearance — to her children and the other inhabitants of the palace, it was just that. A disappearance.

It was suspicious, yes. All in the span of a day, Princess Ursa vanished, Fire Lord Azulon mysteriously perished, and Ozai took his place, but nothing could be done. It was a somber day for every servant — Ursa showed them a kindness that couldn’t be found anywhere else in the palace, and to rub salt in the wound, a man just as cruel as Azulon had risen to the throne.

Zuko was devastated. He had always been close with his mother, and the only thing she had given him before leaving was a short goodbye and a kiss. He was angry beyond belief at the abandonment, and that anger overshadowed his grief.

Y/N tried to help him, but he lashed out at her.

“Your mother is still here and she loves you! Mine left me like I was nothing. Don’t try and say you know how I feel.”

“But my father is gone. I do know how you feel Zuko, and I want to help you, but I can’t help you if you keep pushing me away.”

“…you don’t know anything.”

It hurt, but she knew he needed space. She gave it to him, letting him brew alone and take out his anger however necessary, but let him know that the door was open when he was ready to talk.

He did — he had apologized for what he said and she accepted, and Zuko ended up spilling every emotion he had to her over the next few weeks. She listened, offered advice when she could, and made Zuko feel a little bit less alone in the scheme of it all. It was a horrible experience, but it brought them closer together, and the prince was eternally thankful that he had a friend to help him through the ordeal.

The night that he came to her room, admitting that he was hurting and asking for her help — Y/N thinks that was the moment she fell for him. She cursed herself at the time for developing feelings for her only friend in the palace, but over time she learned to cover them up. She had to remember her place.

She understood her role, but it got harder and harder to keep up with it the more time she spent with Zuko — this moment was no exception.

“Yeah, yeah. I just hold back because I don’t want to burn you.”

“Liar!” she exclaimed, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “You forget that I can heal myself if anything goes wrong. Besides, I know you’d never burn me. I trust you.”

Zuko smiled and smoothed his clothes back down, the only sign of their sparring session now gone. “Good, because I trust you too. No matter how many times you totally drench me.”

She snorted as she started to walk back to the palace. “Like I said, that just makes it more fun. And as fun as it has been completely crushing you in combat, duty calls.”

He sighed, giving a reluctant nod as he started to follow her — then his eyes lit up, and he grabbed her arm to stop them. “Wait, how much work do you have today?”

Y/N thought for a few seconds then shrugged. “Dunno, it varies. I got stuck working with Jaysa all this morning, so that’s going to take forever, I have my usual healing lessons with Master Rika after, and then I usually just end up going around with whatever else comes my way for the rest of the day.” She grinned and lowered her voice as if the subject of the matter could somehow hear her. “I’ve been working on a dress for my mother in secret because her birthday is coming up soon, so the free time I get between my shifts that isn’t spent with you has been going towards that.”

Zuko gaped. “You’re making her a dress all on your own, with no help? How?”

She held up her hands with a proud smile. “These things are good for waterbending, sewing, and hitting best friends.”

He gave her a sideways grin at that. “I’m your best friend?”

Y/N snickered and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, dummy. You’re like, the only person that likes me in this whole nation. Of course you’re my best friend.”

“Well…” he started. “Would a best friend like to break the rules even more tonight?”

Her eyes lit up in turn, completely betraying her excitement despite her attempt to look nonchalant about it. “That depends — what d’you have in mind?”

He grinned and leaned forward, dropping his voice to a whisper as he spoke in her ear. “So, after you finish work for the night, we…”

-

It was a struggle to get through all of her work after the plan that she and Zuko had formulated — sure, they broke the rules all the time. The basis of their entire friendship was breaking the rules, but this was going farther than they ever had before. Y/N wasn’t thinking about the consequences though, she was thinking about the journey — that was her first mistake.

She had rushed through all of her chores with Jaysa, hardly paid attention in her healing lessons, and made quick work of the rest of her day until she was finally able to meet up with Zuko at one of the various servant entrances that she had shown him.

“You’re finally here!” he exclaimed, his body buzzing with nervous energy. “I thought you were never gonna come.”

“Some of us actually have work to get done, mister crown prince,” she joked as she bumped his shoulder with hers. “But that doesn’t matter — let’s get going before someone catches us! I don’t want it to get too dark either.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Zuko reassured. “My dad is in war meetings all day, no one is going to catch us. Now come on!”

Zuko pushed open the door, grabbed her hand, and began to pull her along. A laugh fell from her lips as they ran, unable to stop herself from casting a cautionary glance behind them as they got farther from the palace. Y/N tried to push her worries out of her mind — like she had told Zuko earlier, she trusted him.

That was her second mistake.

It was surprisingly easy to sneak past the guards around the wall and just as quick to get through Royal Caldera, and before Y/N knew it, they had arrived in the city.

It was nothing like she had ever seen before.

The village she had grown up in was miniscule compared to anything in the Fire Nation, and she was especially awestruck upon entering the city. As home to more middle class citizens than anything, it was a bustling marketplace filled with workers and nobles alike — if she hadn’t been preoccupied with the stars in her eyes, she would’ve been able to see the way Zuko was absolutely beaming at her.

“Come on!” he exclaimed, grabbing her hand once again as he began to walk — at a much more moderate pace than their run here — down the streets. “There’s so much here that I wanna show you. Have you ever been out here?”

She shook her head, allowing herself to gawk at her surroundings while they went down the street. “We aren’t really allowed to leave the palace since we’re technically still prisoners, just… ones that work. My mother always had to give her money to one of the other servants so that when they went out to buy their things, they could pick some stuff up for us as well. This is all totally new.”

Once again, a frown found its way onto Zuko’s face, but only for a split second before he pointed at a stall opposite to them. “Oh— there’s a fruit stand! Come on, you have to try this.”

Y/N let Zuko pull her over to the stand, looking at the array of fruits on display while Zuko conversed with the merchant. A few silver pieces later and they were walking away with a basket of produce — miraculously, the prince hadn’t been recognized, so she figured he wouldn’t need a disguise. Third mistake.

“Here,” he said, offering her a mango from the basket. “You haven’t lived until you’ve tried Fire Nation mango.”

She took the fruit from him and bit into it, her eyes immediately widening as she turned on Zuko. “Tui’s gills, this is delicious! You’re telling me that you people just have this on hand but we don’t get any of it?”

He shrugged and took a fig from the basket as Y/N wiped some juice off of her chin. “There’s a reason I’ve helped you break into the kitchens so many times. Now, where do you wanna go next?”

-

The pair spent the next couple of hours browsing the marketplace, enjoying their day on the Fire Lord’s coin. Zuko was more than happy to show Y/N parts of his culture after all she had taught him, and she was more than happy to experience it. They had been able to buy lanterns for the upcoming Festival of Szeto, purchase their own blends of tea leaves, and of course Zuko insisted on getting fire flakes and gummies.

(Y/N thought he was insane. Why in the world would the Fire Nation want to make food that hurt them on purpose? She was going to stick with her newfound love for mangoes.)

But Zuko hadn’t even brought her to the best part yet.

“Can I open my eyes now?” She asked, her anxious tone betraying her curiosity.

“Now you can.” Y/N was met with Zuko’s grin and as she focused on the stand in front of them, she had to make a conscious effort to not gape.

Zuko had brought her to a sewing stand with all the threads, fabrics, and silks that she could dream of in all kinds of colors. She immediately rushed forward, unable to stop herself from running her hands over and through each and every piece of material — she was in a seamstress’s heaven.

“I take that as a sign you like it?” Zuko asked happily.

“Oh, definitely,” she confirmed, still completely caught up in all the choices. “This is so much better than all the material we’re given to work with!”

“That’s why I brought you here. I thought you could get some stuff for yourself, and some stuff to help with the dress you’re making for your mom. I don’t really know how sewing works, but I thought that this was one way I could help.”

“That is so sweet of you!” she gushed. “Thank you so much — you should probably get around to some of the other stalls because I… I think I’m gonna be here for a while.”

Zuko laughed and fished out of a couple of golden pieces then set them in her hand. “That’s okay. I’ll meet you over by the steps; we can watch the sunset together.”

They nodded as parting gifts and each was enveloped in their tasks; Y/N beginning to ask the merchant questions about everything at their stand and Zuko off to entertain himself for a few more minutes.

Soon enough, Y/N had her own small bundle of silks and fabrics, her mind already going off in a million different ways of how she could incorporate it into the design. She found Zuko sitting on the steps and as she took her own seat next to him, he handed her another mango.

“Did you find everything you wanted?” She nodded and hummed gratefully as she accepted the fruit, taking a bite as her eyes fell on the skyline in front of them.

“I had a really great time today, Zuko. I really can’t thank you enough for taking me out here. I… I think I forgot what it was like to feel like this.”

“Like what?”

“...happy.” She paused for a second before allowing herself to meet his eyes. “All the time I spend with you in the palace… It’s one of the only times that I really do feel happy. And being out here today, getting to walk around where I wanted and buy things and just— I feel free, Zuko. And that means everything to me.”

She felt the heat rush to her cheeks and she turned away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go on like that—“

Zuko gently reached out for her hand, drawing her attention back to him and the soft smile on his face.

“Well… I care about you. You’re nice to me, and you take time out of your day to help me which you don’t have to do. This is just me trying to pay you back for all you’ve done to help me. We can do this more often — whenever my dad’s busy.”

Her own smile grew on her lips and she nodded as she laced her fingers with his. “I care about you too. And.. I’d like that.”

Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and together, they watched the sunset over the city.

There was no place either of them would rather be.

-

Y/N and Zuko made their way back to the palace as quickly as they could after realizing how late it had gotten. Y/N was sure that she was going to get the talking-to of her life after what she had done, but she was almost giddy after what had just happened. She could deal with any of Kura’s consequences later — right now the only thought in her mind was the feeling of Zuko’s hand in hers.

The night had been nothing short of perfect. She had felt freer than ever before out there in the city with Zuko, and knowing that he reciprocated the feelings she had for him was enough to make her heart burst. She cared for him, and he cared for her.

Of course, there was that nagging question of how they would continue now that their friendship had morphed into something more, but once again — it was something she would deal with later. Her fourth and final mistake.

But as a guard turned the corner, Y/N realized she might not get the chance. She quickly let go of Zuko’s hand and tucked it under the bundle of fabric, hoping that the gesture of affection had been missed by the man.

If he had noticed, he showed no sign of it. He stopped in front of them, a gruff voice speaking from behind the mask with words that made her heart stop.

“Prince Zuko, the Fire Lord has requested an audience with you.”

-

haha OOPS

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[princess-of-inarizaki]

Hi love, pretty sure you're requests are open (if not just ignore this) n e ways what about Inarizaki with manager who's like intimidating (i've been told i am intimidating lol) and very sarcastic, much Tsukishima Kei vibez cuz that's basically me😃

Just like how would our boys react, very curious and take your time btw don't have to rush it, do it whenever you feel like :D

Oh my gosh Nat, it's literally my honour to write this for you. You can request anything, anytime, and you'll be a top priority (ily<3)

Inarizaki with a tsukkishima-ish manager.

Specially dedicated to @sunasthing <3

So first of all, if you think that's gonna stop the boys from simping over you, you've got it wrong 😖🖐️

The boys would literally take it as a challenge to get your softer nature out, especially Atsumu.

I GENUINELY think he'd find it really hot whenever you snap back at him, or tell him off. (maybe he's like Nishinoya and Tanaka in that sense 🙄)

Constantly pesters you, and although you don't give him a reply often (because he's annoying as fuck), if you ever acknowledge him slightly, he WILL flirt with you.

Beware tho, even if he comes off as flirty and charismatic, he's literally just a dorky small baby and genuinely wants your attention because he thinks you're the coolest person ever.

And if you're ever nice to him, you can best bet he'll replay that moment in his mind before sleeping EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.

Y/n, earlier that day: don't get hurt. I don't want to have to deal with anyone on this team being injured

Atsumu at 3 a.m: s-she cares about me 🥺🥺

I think Osamu would vibe really well with you. He's not annoying, he's really really chill, and he has a pretty sharp tongue himself.

Judges people as an attempt to make you laugh, and he sees it as a personal victory if he can get you to crack a smile or smirk. He just doesn't make a big deal about it, unlike his twin xD

Osamu: y/n look at that guy. he's totally crushing on his brother's best friend, could he not be more obvious about it??

Y/n: *cracks a smirk* yeah, it does seem so.

Osamu, internally: ✨v i c t o r y i s s w e e t✨

He also cooks for you pretty often, and even if you protest against accepting it, you'll usually find a bento hidden in your locker or bag.

He knows you might not accept it straight, so he finds other ways to get it to you. Osamu actually thinks of you as a cooler sister that he says "he'd trade Atsumu for"

In general, the twins are the life of Inarizaki and although they're sometimes annoying, they mean well and it's plain to see that they love you.

Kita loves how smart and analytical you are. I've said this before, I'll say it again— Kita thinks brains are sexy 😤

Especially when you call the team to give your insights about their opponents, or give them ideas on how to improve their play, Kita is literally there like “I'm so glad she's ours”

Because you would be a dangerous asset to other teams, and Kita is the most thankful that you're with them.

He's also a really good leader and although the two of you don't have heart-to-hearts or conversations like the twins, you know he'll ALWAYS be there for you.

Like once, it was raining and practice was cancelled, so you decided to wait in school until the rain subsided (because you didn't want to get wet), and our sweet Kita searched for you in every single classroom until the finally found you and walked you home. That's just the dynamic you had with him

He also often checks up on you, even when it's unrelated to volleyball. Have you done your homework? have you ate breakfast this morning? although you're usually sarcastic with the twins and most of the other members of the team, you can't bring yourself to do so with Kita.

The respect you guys have for each other is unmatched and that's probably why you're such a golden duo in Inarizaki. The leader and the analytical manager.

And now Suna. I think Suna would be the member you have the deepest bond with. you truly allow him to see who you are inside, and he does the same. You guys really just click.

It started with him complaining about Atsumu, and slowly progressed into you letting Suna be the only member to have physical contact with you, but only when the others aren't looking.

Sometimes, if you guys are the only two people in the gym, he'll nap on your lap or lean on your shoulder.

If you didn't already know, like everyone else in Inarizaki, he has a crush on you 😖🖐️ like damn you thought Atsumu had it bad? nah, Suna has it the worst.

He literally asks his little sister to let him practice braiding her hair, just so he'll be perfect when he someday asks to do yours.

But he always chickens out because he's scared you'll say no 😭😭 he's internally very shy, okay? 🥺🥺

He's literally your best friend. You guys have study sessions together, anime nights, literally anything, he's right there with you. The rest of the team are literally not aware of how close the two of you are.

Until one day, Atsumu tries daring you to kiss Suna on the forehead, and instead of flat-out refusing (like you've done before when he's dared you to kiss him, or Akagi) you shrug and gently kiss Suna on the forehead, causing Suna to smile and ruffle your hair.

The rest of the team is just shocked.

Atsumu: what is this FUCKERY?? is y/n literally WILLINGLY touching someone ??¿¿

Y/n and Suna: *smirks*

Atsumu, close to tears: okay

But the rest of the team soon accept you and Suna have a pretty special bond, and that you're genuinely softer when it comes to him.

You don't snap at him much, and as they've noticed, Suna has started being more brave about leaning on your shoulder or sleeping on your lap.

Of course, the rest of the team (with the exception of Kita) is jealous. But hey, they just don't have Suna's charm, okay? xD

You make Suna want to try harder, and he's way more motivated to give it his all in every single game. Mostly because he wants you to be proud of him.

He definitely has a nickname for you, but he will only use it when he's sure you guys are alone. And in return, you call him "Rin" which makes his heart flutter 🥺🥺

KAHDKSS I TOOK SO LONG WITH THE SUNA ONE PLEASE IM TURNING BOTH OF US INTO EVEN BIGGER SUNA SIMPS (as if we weren't already xD)

Now onto Aran !! Aran is a softie who (like Kita) respects you a great deal. He'll fend Atsumu and Osamu off if he senses you aren't having a great day.

He's also pretty good at giving you your space but he checks up on you every once in a while if anyone is bothering you.

Although he's shy about it, Aran actually comes to you when he doesn't understand a homework question. You're super smart and he knows you won't make him feel bad about not knowing.

And it makes you feel happy to know he trusts you, so you help him as best as you can. It's a little secret of yours that the other members don't know about.

It especially lights your day up when he gets a good grade and whispers a silent "thank you" to you in class.

In return, will help you with anything you ask for. No questions asked.

And now, last but not least, sunshine Akagi!! I think he's a total Hinata Shoyo, so he might annoy you a bit at first because of his bright personality.

But deep down inside, you love how easily he gets people to smile and slowly find yourself warming up to him.

And Akagi is really determined to get you to smile (at least once a day) so he cracks the corniest jokes or makes puns.

It has become a thing between the two of you, where Akagi tells you a joke a day, and you rate it out of ten.

Gone are the days when you found him annoying. And now, even if you won't tell him outright— you really do think he's one of the brightest people in your life.

Additional headcanons

CHEERING YOU UP— whenever you feel quieter than usual, or a bit more sarcastic, the boys immediately know something is wrong and rush over to make you feel okay. Literally, it's almost like they've abandoned practice. And eventhough you tell them to get back to it, they refuse to leave until you're feeling better. Suna usually gives you a hug and kisses your forehead, whilst Akagi cracks jokes. Then, (and eventhough you protest) Atsumu lists off all the things you should love about yourself, whilst Osamu buys you ice cream (food is, after all, the best cure for anything). Aran is literally ready to HUNT the person who affected your mood down, and kill them, whilst Kita is literally just holding him back and making sure things don't go overboard. Even if you aren't fully cheered up by then, you'd have laughed a whole lot and know how much they care for you, so honestly... how could you stay sad?

REACTING TO YOU TELLING THEM OFF— Suna is literally just meh about it. He can't take you seriously because he's a dork who thinks he's not included in the list of "idiots" (but no Suna, u mf, you ARE included -_-). Atsumu thinks it's hot 👀 (as I mentioned above), Akagi is genuinely upset/ready to sob and vows to do better. Kita is proud of you for telling them off before he could do it (Kita is not included in the "idiots". How could he? he's PERFECT 🖐️). Osamu and Aran have similar reactions, because they end up apologizing and try to change tactics and do better.

HOW THEY'D ACT WHEN YOU START DATING SUNA— (because this is honestly inevitable, wbk 😭❤️). Atsumu would be jealous. Petty and would call Suna "pretty boy" every chance he gets. Leave him, im sure he'll get over it 🥺🥺 Osamu is pretty jealous too, but he'll never show it and focuses instead on your happiness. Kita approves, and honestly thinks you're a good influence on Suna. Aran is protective of you, and would literally gun Suna down if he ever hurt you (but he won't. Suna loves you, he'd literally jump down a cliff before ever hurting you 😤🖐️) and Akagi is cheerful as before, but extra glad because you seem to smile a bit more often (and Akagi loves your smile).

I took a lot of effort on this <3 hope you like it, bae !! Taglist— @dai-tsukki-desu @sunasthing @k-sakusa-old @tilli-san

[babydaddyleorio]

Skating at ‘S’

context: How your boyfriend would teach/train you for your ‘S’ tournament.

Reki

-Reki would teach you how to skate for S in the same sense that he taught Langa how to. He would demonstrate moves for you and then allow you to take the floor and try It yourself.

-Of course you end up falling and busting your ass quite often, but Reki will still cheer you on and encourage you to keep going from the sidelines.

-Reki will spend all night crafting a skateboard that he thinks would be comfortable for you to ride on. He designs It with things that he knows that you like and really puts his whole heart into making It as special as possible since It’s for you.

-During your training sessions, he would search up skating videos that he believes are really good and will pull you close so you can see them. The both of you stare at the screen with sparkles in your eyes as you see a person perform a cool trick and you would be so inspired that you’d have to give it a go yourself.

-Reki would also take you to an S race so you can see firsthand how the skating world operates. At first you think that It’s insane and you kind of regret getting yourself into this, but when you see Reki fly past you with his face focused and determined, your heart would start racing in excitement and for a split second you think that skating against someone wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

-Reki can not wait to show you tricks that he’s been practicing over the years. He shows you how to Kickflip and Ollie, and the ginormous smile on his face as he’s teaching you let’s you see that skating is something he really loves.

-Everyday with Reki is something to look forward to and you appreciate how much he’s been preparing you. He waits for you at the park as he looks down at his phone, but the minute he sees you his whole body perks up. He’d give you a high five and the both of you would drop your skateboards, riding to the secret hideout with him reassuring you that you’ll do great in your race.

Langa

-Langa is a good skater, but his teaching could use a bit of work.

-Langa would recognize that he probably isn’t the best person to be assigned the role of a coach, so he would recommend Reki to help you, but you would insist that it’s him that teaches you.

-He’s super flattered that you want him to help you skate and would finally agree with a small smile now on his face.

-However, by the first day of practice you realize that Langa is absolutely terrible at explaining things. 

-Langa’s teaching methods tend to intersect with how he would snowboard. He will constantly slip up and use snowboarding lingo or skate as If he’s on top of snow, and he would have to remind himself to teach in a way that you would understand. 

-He would try to demonstrate a move for you once he sees that you’re still not getting it, but the board would end up sliding just as he steps on It, and he’d fall flat on his face.

-Yeah, you always have the first-aid on deck whenever you’re around Langa.

-But Langa insists that despite how bad he is at teaching, skating at S is the most exhilarating thing he’s done. He would tell you about how he’s won most of his races, and at first you would be a bit skeptical since he can barely stand on his board without hurting himself.

-It wouldn’t be until you saw him in action at S that you would finally see just how graceful and how much of a fast learner he truly is. You were inspired and you made a goal to be just like Langa when competing in your S race.

-You would then try to mimic his moves during practice one day and Langa would be so surprised to see you actually getting the hang of it. He would start clapping and shouting loudly for you to keep going because you honestly looked amazing.

-Once you finished your performance, you would stop right in front of Langa and the two of you dap each other with large smiles because you knew that you had this race in the bag.

Cherry

-First, what were you thinking? And second, why ask him of all people?

-Cherry would at first decline teaching you because he honestly had better things to do, but he would eventually give in when you hit him with the puppy eyes.

-He has such a soft spot for you and it irritates him so much that you have him wrapped around your finger.

-Cherry would be a very strict and punctual teacher, one who will immediately point out your flaws and give you precise advice on how to fix them. This is S we’re talking about so there is no room for mistakes.

-You guys would be on a schedule, most likely training in the morning and the afternoons. 

-Cherry would be somewhere in the shade, sipping from his drink calmly as you’re literally screaming at the top of your lungs as you zoom down the hill on your skateboard.

-Cherry would peak over his sunglasses at your body that was now stuck in a bush, but once he saw your legs slightly twitch, he’d come to the conclusion that you were okay although you clearly weren’t.

-He would get you your own technology based skateboard and you would be blown away at all the cool stuff It can do as you ride It. With this, he also gives you a digital layout of the obstacle courses so you know what to expect when it’s time to compete.

-Cherry would definitely be surprised when he comes out to your usual spot early one morning just to see you already practicing. You would have your balance down, be able to dodge obstacles, and be able to control your speed.

-You looked like a full fledged pro to say the least. 

-Cherry would give you a half smirk as he stood and watched you, hiding It behind his fan. 

-He was beyond impressed and would be slightly convinced that you could actually have a shot at winning your match. 

Joe

-Joe is super chill when he’s teaching you how to skate for S.

-He will help you get on the board and hold on to your body as he slowly guides you, slyly releasing you from his embrace once he’s figured you got the hang of it.

-He would keep quiet when he’s watching you, but once he sees that you’re really struggling, he will eventually tell you what your problem is and offer some advice.

-Definitely the type to close his eyes with his hands behind his head, trying not to laugh as he hears the curses and shouts come from your mouth as you continuously fail.

-It reminds him of the time when he first entered a S match and how hard he worked himself to win.

-However, the minute you say that you want to give up, he would sit down next to you and give you words of encouragement. He’ll probably even show you a video that he sneakily took of you and would rave about how great your skills were improving, even If you couldn’t really see the difference.

-If you still needed motivation, he would lazily get up from his spot and show you how it's done. You would be blown away by how effortlessly he skates, as well as how he’s not afraid to take chances.

-You would also roll your eyes because that man is such a show off. His shirt just had to come off, huh? 

-You would eventually get the hang of It and Joe would notice almost instantly. He’s very proud of you and would mutter something under his breath like “I knew you could do It.”

-After you finish skating, he takes you to his restaurant and cooks you a big meal. He’ll be laughing loudly as he tells you how great you’ll do at S tomorrow, plopping some spaghetti in his mouth as he cheeses at you.

[indigowallbreaker]

My personal issue with Role Swap AUs is that they totally consume me. Each idea sparks a train of thought that can only be expressed properly via multi chapter fic and I absolutely Do Not have time for that.

So instead of trying to write out my Magic Bros Annette & Hubert Roleswap AU for Hubert rarepair week, I'm gonna rant at you all and thank you for your patience lmao

In 1178, frustrated by how close Hubert still is with Edelgard even after the Insurrection, Lord Vestra sends his son to the Royal School of Sorcery in Fhirdiad. Hubert pitches a fit but, ultimately, is forced to go. He promises Edelgard to learn as much as he can so he can be of more use to her when he returns.

While there, Hubert grows a kinship with Mercedes. She’s only a year or so older than he is but she constantly checks on him since it’s clear (to Mercedes) that coming here was not Hubert’s choice. Mercedes talks about her mother and missing her brother. Hubert talks about his father and missing Edelgard.

Having Mercedes’ guidance improves Hubert’s faith skill, and in turn Mercedes’ reason magic improves. They swap scary stories in between study sessions-- they have a few in common since Mercedes grew up in the Empire but there’s still variations to exchange or new Kingdom-based ones to discover. 

Early in the school year, Lorenz tries to strike a connection with Hubert (someone close to the next leader of the Empire is a good friend to have for a future duke). But that goes about as well as you’d expect.

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In 1177,  Annette’s father abandons his family, leaving his wife and daughter in his brother’s care. Annette doesn’t take this well, often striking out on her own to find him only to have her uncle’s guards bring her back. Finally, the new Baron Dominic orders Annette sent away so she can clear her mind. Move on. She likes music, her mother says, maybe she could go to Enbarr? They have a famous opera house there. 

In 1178, Annette is sent to Enbarr to stay with a friend of her uncle’s. There she is indeed distracted by Dorothea’s performances. Walking around the city one day, she trips over a barrel and knocks the contents of a fruit stall onto a passerby. Flustered, red as her hair, Annette helps the young woman to her feet. She’s horrified to learn that this is none other than Princess Edelgard herself. Edelgard merely smiles and thanks Annette-- that little accident pulled her from sorrowful thoughts. By the way, what song were you singing just now? It was almost familiar. 

The two are fast friends. Edelgard adores having an upbeat friend around and Annette is starting to actually feel happy again. Edelgard talks about Hubert and hints at her siblings a fair amount. Annette vents about her father and admits she misses her mother. 

-

Even with the western rebellion in the Kingdom, the year passes uneventfully. Hubert and Mercedes graduate and it’s time to say goodbye. Both plan to meet again at Garreg Mach so it’s not so sad, really. Hubert’s just mildly pissed that Mercedes has to go back to her adoptive father who wants to marry her off for her Crest. He’ll be telling Lady Edelgard all about that-- another potential supporter for their world without Crests. 

His carriage passes Annette’s.

Annette has thrived in Edelgard’s company and has convinced her to go to the opera a few times since their meeting. They too part knowing they’ll see each other at Garreg Mach but Edelgard isn’t looking forward to being alone again. Hubert is due back soon, if all goes well, but what if school has changed him? What if he wants to pursue academics and quit as her retainer, as Lord Vestra clearly intended?

Edelgard needn’t worry. Hubert goes to her before he sees his father, lays out all the textbooks he’s spent a year learning from, and sits her down to talk about how Crest corrupted the north is. 

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In 1180, the Officer’s Academy opens its doors to the next class of students. Mercedes is quick to pull Hubert into a hug he is Not ready for but enjoys nonetheless. Annette is already talking Edelgard’s ear off but stops when she sees Hubert like “:D! Is that him??” just as Mercedes gives a curtsy to Edelgard and says, “It’s wonderful to finally meet you!”.   

This forms an interesting study group. Edelgard makes her case about the Crest system to Mercedes. Hubert instructs Annette on dark magic-- though she seems to have a knack for it already? (one day he just Gives her all his old textbooks because she’s eating through the material so fast). Mercedes makes treats that Annette appreciates more than Hubert ever did. Hubert and Mercedes collectively snub Lorenz. Annette tells Edelgard embarrassing Dimitri stories that spark memories in Edelgard... 

And all four work out who Gilbert is and when he comes around during Verdant Rain Moon they don’t let him leave without explaining himself to Annette. Gilbert would protest but the Princess of the Empire flanked by two strong mages standing just behind his determined daughter is something hard to ignore.

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In terms of the plot, I don’t think this role swap changes much. Just a different point of connection for Annette and Mercedes, Hubert gets two magic buddies, and Edelgard gets more music in her life as well as more support. That line with Annette making Edelgard remember Dimitri could turn into something if one lets it but, for the purposes of me getting this idea down, I’m not going to go into it. Fun to think about though :3

And if you’re interested in Hubert rarepair fun, the week starts Jan 22! You can find all the prompts and info @HubertRarepair on twitter!