#her own teammates from dying

[i-bring-crack]

[katsukikitten]

A rambling that adds more detail to this post about hockey players Izuku and Katsuki.

It doesn't help that you're the coach's pretty little daughter of one of the best hockey teams. At every home game and nearly every away game, you're there behind the plexiglass, insisting you buy your own tickets even when your dad can get you in for free. But occasionally you'll take his offer of a free game although it usually comes with the stipulation of being shoved into one of the manager's polo's, given a clipboard, and since this happened to be an away game you'd be forced to sit on the rowdy bus for the three hour drive.

But you really wanted to watch the championship and your paycheck came in too late when the rival match finals were FINALLY announced, it didn't help that the tickets were sold out in seconds!

So you'll stand by Daddy dearest trying to look important just behind the bench inside the cramped box the team will sit in while they wait to come on and off the ice. The team of course had to arrive early and since this was an away game, you had to look every bit the part of staff as everyone else. Which meant you too had to be in the locker room while the men stripped themselves with ease. Snarling and shoving playfully in the pre game excitement, arguing over who moved who's helmet and “where the fuck are we gonna eat after we win tonight?!”

Some of them speaking lewdly off their latest piece of ass and how Bakugou “had her barkin like a bitch in heat.” Before a chorus of laughs is shared sided from a hissed “Kacchan!” followed by a rough shove into metal lockers.

It isn't until they're all pulling on their jerseys on does your dad clear his throat. Giving the speech of the century but it half falls on deaf ears. Your cheeks burn as you feel every eye on you as if they only just now realized you'd been there the whole time but two men in partial catch your eye.

Izuku, beat red under his freckles, brows furrowed as if he's embarrassed he had such a dirty mouth in front of a lady. Embarrassed of the ‘locker room talk’ and how your tight pair of jeans has his cock twitching at the thought of you barking like a bitch in heat. His gloved hand comes to grip at the nape of his neck but it does little to quell the drunken gaze he gives you, his heated cheeks morphing into pure lust. Emerald eyes slipping around the room and when he sees Todoroki staring too intently at you his glare becomes deadly. Shouto looks away and then Izuku finds another poor soul to glare at, already possessive over something that wasn't even his.

The other being a toxic bromine, smiling wolfishly palming himself roughly as he keeps eye contact with you. Strong grip with his other hand on his hockey stick as he daydreams about you. He wants you in doggy first then missionary because you're so fuckin pretty and he's dying to know what you look like when you cum. Especially when you're creaming on his cock. He's dreamt about you before, he's fucked his fist to you before and he sure as hell has knocked some asshole’s teeth out over you before. It didn't matter if it was his own teammates or the opposing team with the exception that Izuku was allowed to make an occasional comment but no more than three before the childhood rivals would be at each other's throats.

Their gaze are always a little unnerving with their intensity, almost predatory and yet it never makes you feel uncomfortable. They'd proven before that they'd protect you when push came to shove, they did four seasons ago when you first moved to the city and before anyone on the team even knew the coach had kids, let alone a daughter. The bar was crowded, it was a rival team against some other team the city happened to give less of a shit about. The players were on an off day enjoying their few hours off the ice and of course the rough men chose a bar where they could watch a fucking hockey game and shoot shit.

You'd finally found a table with a decent view of one of the many TVs and the bar so you could easily get up and get yourself a drink. But your new male coworker offered to bully his way through the players for you, ending up at the end of the bar by a bulky curly haired man and loud ass ash blonde. Getting caught up in the game and taking your eyes off your coworker but only for a moment.

“Are you trying to spike her drink?” A thick scarred hand is over one of the glasses on the bar top, your coworker flushed red.

“Huh?”

“Ya fuckin dumb?” The ash blonde reaches over the curly haired man, yanking your coworker’s tie harshly, effectively smashing the man's face into the polished wood.

“He said were ya tryin to date rape that pretty woman over there?” The blonde cocks his head in your direction, a group of eight eyes turn to look over their shoulder and then back at your shitty coworker. Who stammers, tried to get himself out of the lie before the sweetest, deadliest voice comes from the freckled sunshine boy of the team.

“Smile.” But there's nothing but malice in his eyes as he snaps the photo, immediately texting it to every bar owner he knows. (Half the city!) Your coworker fled and they offered up a seat at the bar for you but you politely declined after that they periodically glanced back to see if you left yet and if you were still okay.

So it wasn't like the only thing they wanted was to get their dick wet right?

Bedsides what probably made you super hot to them was the fact that you were the coach’s daughter, aka off limits.

Sighing as you watch them skate around the rink gracefully despite their size, Izuku and Katsuki passing to one another before taking shots at Kirishima in his full gear as they all warm up. Soon the stadium will be packed with throngs of people pressing into the glass behind you. Most of them rival fans banging on the plexi in hopes to distract or rile up the team, not realizing you'd be distraction enough.

Because all night a pair of emerald and bromine eyes will be glued to you. One giving his killer smile and the other smirking as he delivers a deadly wink.

[whorekneecentral]

Old Friends

Lance Stroll x Vettel!Fem!Reader

Warnings: big brother seb!!!, queen hanna appearance + a mick and gina cameo, lance has a crush, alcohol and the consumption of, being tipsy/kinda drunk, mentions/ insinuated that someone cheated, nipple play, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, seb teasing the two of you.

Word Count: 2,492

Author's Note: this is one of my favs so far. I couldn't write lance and not put in seb, it just wouldn't be me.

merry smutmas series

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Lance gets an invitation to an old teammate’s place to ring in the new year but he finds himself too distracted by someone in particular to care about the ball dropping.

The invite came in the mail; a dying trade his former teammate would tell him.

A little brown envelope with silver glitter all over it, surely his girls helped him put it together. The card inside was hand written, Sebastian's scrawled cursive with pictures drawn in pencil crayon and covered in glitter at the bottom.

You're invited to the Vettel household on December 31st at 9pm for a New Year's Eve celebration.

Please rsvp by December 22nd.

With love,

Sebastian, Hanna & the Vettel children.

Lance didn't have plans, his parents were doing their own things and Chloe would be in Australia with Scotty and his family so he took his phone out and texted Seb right then.

To Seb: Hey man! Got your invite, tell the girls I said their drawings were adorable. Just letting you know I'll be there :)

It took Seb 10 minutes to reply.

From Seb: Thanks Lance! The girls say hello and thank you. We can't wait to see you.

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Lance finds himself on the Vettel's doorstep on New Year's Eve, a bottle of some expensive Swiss wine in hand. He knocks on the door and Hanna opens it with a little boy in her arms.

"Lance!" She smiles, stepping to the side for him to come in.

"It's so nice to see you," the younger driver says, kissing her cheek before saying hello to their son.

"Please make yourself at home. Food and drinks are in the kitchen and Sebastian is somewhere around here." She tells him, rocking the sleepy boy, "you know how he is." She laughs, shutting the door.

Lance nods, smiling at her as he follows her into the house. The place is full, he showed up around 10 rather than the 9pm invite but it doesn't seem to make a difference. Everyone is all over the place; he goes over to say hello to Seb and then bumps into Mick who was there with his girlfriend, sister and her boyfriend.

He does in fact make himself at home, putting the wine in the kitchen before getting himself a drink. His red solo cup has some vodka in it and he spins around, looking for the cranberry juice. He sees everything but that.

"Need help?" A voice comes from behind him and before he turns, he knows exactly who it is. He smiles when he does turn, now face to face with her. "Hi y/n."

"Hey Lance," you smile, "what are you looking for?" You walk over, hugging the man hello.

"Cranberry juice." He tells you and you nod, walking to the fridge to grab it.

Lance watches you, admiring your outfit; a slinky silver top and a black mini skirt that frankly wasn't very family friendly but was on par with the theme of the night. He had met you when Seb became his teammate at Aston, you had a habit of following your brother around the world when you got bored of your life. You were only a year younger than Lance but he was intimidated by you.

You were just as bubbly and fun as Seb, loud and out there but in Vettel fashion, you could become broody at the snap of your fingers; something that only happened if someone fucked over your brother or at least that's when Lance noticed it.

Now if Mick had walked into the kitchen then, he'd be teasing his friend.

He was aware of the crush his friend had on his other friend. Mick had encouraged Lance to talk to you time and time again but he could never work up the courage. When he finally did, you were in a relationship and you had been since.

"Here," you hand the bottle over to him, "I put it in the fridge. It gets gross.. well even more gross when it's warm."

Lance smiles, "thanks." He pours the juice into his cup, before settling it back into the fridge. In the meantime, you had been filling a few shot glasses with what looked like tequila.

"Are you driving tonight?" You asked, downing one of the shots. Lance shook his head, "took an Uber."

"Perfect," you handed a shot over to him, picking up another one for yourself. "Bottoms up, Stroll." You tapped your glass to his and down the tequila.

Lance makes a face, clearing his throat which makes you laugh. "So, how are you? How's Fernando as a teammate?" You ask him, pouring some soda into a glass.

"I'm okay. He's pretty okay too, he's no Sebastian Vettel though."

You smiled, "that's what I like to hear. I've been keeping track, you did great this season."

"Yeah? You think so?" He asks and you nod, leaning on the counter as you take a sip of your soda. "Thanks," he smiles, taking a sip from his glass in hopes that it covers the blush on his face. "So uh.. how have you been? How's your boyfriend?"

"I'm good," you smiled, "as for him? Who knows, he's probably fucking some model somewhere."

Your words catch him off guard, Lance chokes on his vodka. Your brows furrowed, his hand rubbing at his chest as you looked at him. "Sorry, I just... I take you two aren't together ?"

"No," you shook your head, "it's whatever though."

"Sorry to hear that," he tells you and you shrug, smiling at him. You were about to say something but Gina was shouting for you, something about shots. "Excuse me," you smiled at Lance, picking up the bottle of tequila and the pack of shot glasses before heading over.

As much as Lance wanted to be sorry about your relationship ending, he couldn't be. This must be some sort of gift from god, for you two to be in the same place while you're single and he had enough liquor in him to tell you the truth.

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The hours go by and it's inching closer to midnight with each passing second and you were dancing around the kitchen as you got a snack. A slice of pizza held between your teeth as you poured yourself a drink.

"Hey," you mumble, mouth full as you take the bite and hold the pizza. Lance smiles at you as he gets himself another drink. "Hey."

"You good?" You asked, setting your pizza on the counter. Lance nods, "perfect, you?"

"Yeah," you smiled, shimmying your shoulders as you danced your way over to the Canadian driver. He smiles, watching you. The many tequila shots added up over the night and the fact that the tiles were sticky from what seemed like spilled soda, caused you to slip and fall right into Lance.

His drink spills all over your very cute top. "Oh damn," you tsked, looking down at yourself. "Oh shoot, are you okay?" you asked, looking at him to see if anything got on him.

"I'm okay, are you?" His hands held your forearms, steadying you. "Do you need to change?"

"I probably should," you tell him and Lance nods for you to walk, his hand holding onto your arm to keep you steady. He knew the layout of the house, he had come over for dinner many times before and he had spent the night after one too many glasses of wine.

Lance walks you up the stairs, hands on your waist as you two head up. You walk into the guest room and Lance shuts the door, "are you okay ? Do you need help finding anything?" He looks at you as you sit on the bed.

You shook your head, "all good, Lance. Thank you."

He nods, taking that as his cue to leave so you could change. As he turns towards the door, you grab his hand. "Can you.. undo the knot?" You turned your back to him, pulling your hair up.

It was two single knots done up with a bow behind your neck and your mid back that kept your top up. Lance carefully undid the knot on your back, letting the strings fall to the sides and your bare back left exposed.

"The.. the other one too?" He asks and you nod, "please."

Lance is hesitant, but he reaches forward and pulls the string, undoing the knot. The silver fabric falls to the floor, the beading on it clings when it hits the floor.

Your back is still facing the driver, you've dropped your hair back down but it's abundantly obvious to Lance that he's stood in the room with you, while you were.. well, topless.

"I should.." he starts but you turn to face him, his eyes shifting down to steal a glance at your tits and he looks back up at your face - it took all but a second and he was but a man.

You smile, holding his jaw with your hand. "Stay."

"I really shouldn't." He whispers and you step closer, my chest pressed to his. "Why not?" You asked, standing on your tiptoes, lips ghosting over his.

He doesn't answer but he lets you kiss him, his cold hand rests on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. "You're drunk," he whispers against your neck and you shake your head, "I'm not."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His eyes find yours when he pulls back and you nod. "I do."

"Okay," he says, kissing you again.

Your hands make quick work of his shirt, undone the buttons as he kisses down your neck to your chest. Lance has got an arm around you, his lips moving down towards your tits, his lips wrapping around your nipple.

The sound that leans your mouth was like heaven on earth to him; he can't wait to find out what other filthy sounds you could make.

It was much too loud downstairs for anyone to have a clue what was happening upstairs. The door was locked and he knew you had at least 40 minutes to midnight.

You push him away for a minute, the man looks at you confused as you scoot him back to the bed, letting him fall onto the soft mattress. Lance expects you to get on top of him, not sink to your knees in front of him.

"Baby-" "Shut up," you tell him, undoing his pants.

He smiles, carefully pulling your hair out of your face as your hand wraps around his cock. Lance bites back a groan, watching as your hand moves up and down slowly, your lips brushing over the tip.

"Please," he whispers and you smile, looking up at him through your lashes as you take him in your mouth. This time, he does groan out loud. "Fuck," he sighed, your hair into a make shift pony tail in his hand.

Your cheeks hallowed, head moving up and down. Lance watches your every movement, eyes fixed on you and everything you did; had he known, he would have spoken to you much sooner.

The stifled gag comes when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, eyes watering as you pull back a bit. Lance pulls you up, "as much as I want you to keep going, I wanna cum somewhere else."

"My mouth is just as good, Lance," you tell him, wiping the side of your lips with your thumb, sucking your finger. You don't miss the way his cock twitches at the action.

He smiles, "I'm sure it is, but c'mere."

You let him pull you up before you get on his lap, straddling him.

There was enough liquor in your systems to give you the courage to do things you wouldn't normally do but that you’d definitely remember. 

Thighs squished on either side of him and your arms over his shoulders. His hand slides down from your hip to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. He smiles at you, admiring you. "Now, are you gonna stare at me all night or fuck me like I know you've been wanting too?"

For the second time that night, Lance had been caught off guard by your words. "You.. knew?"

"Of course I did, your staring wasn't exactly discreet, babe." You smile, pinching his cheek before you kiss him.

Your skirt bunched up on your hips, panties pulled to the side as you sank down onto his cock.

His hand on your hip guiding you, letting you bounce on his lap, his name falling from your lips.

Lance bucks his hips and your nails drop down from his shoulders to the scratches along his back. He lets out a groan, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Lance's cheeks red not just from the lipstick you had on but from the blush forming on his cheeks; though if you asked him, he’d blame it on the liquor. 

"Fuck," you mumble, Lance's arms around you to keep you steady as you bounced on his lap, back arched slightly.

His hands squeeze at your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave behind fingerprints. 

“Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. 

Lance's lips find your shoulder, he bites down softly when he feels you clench around him. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He whispers into your shoulder, peppering kisses over where he had just bitten. 

Humming, your arms are wrapped around him, over his shoulders when you cum, wetness covering his cock. It takes only a few more thrusts and Lance follows behind you, the two of you holding onto each other for a while. Your legs are like jelly when Lance helps you up, letting you fix yourself.

He too get redressed and you change into a different top, fixing your skirt and your makeup before turning to him.

"11:58, we can make the ball drop." You grab his hand, pulling him out of the room with you.

Everyone was in the living room, watching the TV and chatting as they awaited the count down. Your brother notices your return, as well as Lances, who stood behind you.

"Outfit change?" Seb asks, handing you a glass.

You nod, "spilled soda on my other top." You tell him, watching as he passed a glass to Lance.

Seb hums, nodding. "And you required Lance's assistance to change?" His brow raises and your cheeks go red. "I.. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah," Seb laughs, "whatever, y/n."

Lance smiles, his arm over your shoulder as the countdown plays; 10, 9, 8.

Your fingers interlock with his; 7, 6.

His cheek presses to yours; 4, 5.

"3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" The people in the room cheer, friends hugging and lovers kiss. Lance leans over and you turn a bit, your lips pressing to his for a new years kiss.

"Happy New Year, Lance." You smiled, wiping the lipstick from his lips. "Happy New Year, Y/n."

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[thealternateuniverse]

How did you handle it?

1st part here

A/N: Didn't expect the number of likes on the first part, thank you so much 😭

Also, I know now who does Paige's braids now. I saw her on tiktok.

Warning/s: Read at your own risk

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Following Ice's most recent live stream, Y/N's phone is constantly vibrating, and her Instagram feed is overflowing with follow requests and mentions. She didn't leave her apartment on the weekends after hearing from her teammates about their near-brawl on Friday night. She was trying to blow off some steam at the time, but she lost her cool and almost got into it. Azzi gave them a good earful, and Geno had more to say. Y/N apologized to her teammates, explaining that she was acting out of character at the time.

She felt a little better and forgot about her parents' divorce for a while. Not until her father texted her that he will be at her game next week. Dad is always the one who comes to her games; mom is too busy and cannot make time.

Frustrated, Y/N drops the dumbels.

"Yo! "KK, give me back my phone!" KK is running for her life, clutching Paiges' phone. Paige, on the other hand, looks terrified as if her life depends on with whatever is contained within her phone.

"Whaaaat! Dude, I just caught you stalking---asfghgjjhkjlhlk!" Paige caught up with KK and placed her palm on her mouth.

"Shut up!" She took her phone.

KK sounds like a dying goat now, with Paige's hands still on her mouth. Paige lets go of her and KK gasped for air.

"Shit, Hah! I just did not saw you do that P!" KK is shaking her head, laughing.

"I swear K, if you open your mouth I'll make sure that you will nev---" KK immediately zipped her mouth.

"You got it P! Your 'lil secret is safe." KK gave her a mischievous wink.

These two are as mischievous as ever.

Shaking her head, Y/N slips off her sweat-soaked muscle top, revealing only her sports bra. She could see Paige and KK's jaws drop from her peripheral vision. She turned towards them.

"What? "You guys have some saliva here." Y/N pointed to the side of her lip. The two appear to have come to their senses and instantly pretend to do something. Weird. It's as if they're seeing each other for the first time, taking off their clothes. Y/N twisted her hair into a sloppy knot and resumed lifting. She was halfway through lifting when Nika slapped her bum.

"Babe, I need you to braid my hair. Do you have a sec?"

She nodded to Nika and followed her. They walk past the others who were working out, and Y/N couldn't help but notice Paige and the way her biceps and deltoids popped while doing that damn pull up. Get a grip, Miller; you see your teammate doing this on a regular basis. Y/N reprimanded herself.

"So is mine eye enthralled by thy shape," Nika recited dramatically.

Nika came out laughing after noticing Y/N glancing at Paige.

"Don't worry, babe; she gets it a lot. And... Damn, did you just realized she's fine? You have to keep up; you have a home court advantage here." Nika winked. Y/N gave Nika a puzzled glance. It's not that she likes Paige; she just admires the muscles. That is it.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe." Y/N said making Nika snort.

"Okay, alright. I'm blind, I can't see, must be my poor eyesight."

Y/N endured Nika's teasing while doing her hair; she doesn't want to appear defensive, so she allows her friend and pretends that Nika Muhl seeing her looking at Paige Bueckers didn't affect her.

"Thank you, Baby. "I love the braids." Nika blew her a kiss before they returned to their routines.

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Paige glanced around cautiously before scrolling through her phone. She couldn't afford to repeat the same mistake that had led to her being caught by KK. She wasn't stalking, though; the algorithm following Ice's live had led her to Y/N's tagged photos and edits on Instagram. It was kind of annoying that Y/N was now known for being the "pretty girl" from the team instead of for her talent as a player. Paige had witnessed firsthand how great Y/N was during her time at Stanford. If it weren't for her MCL injury during her second year, she would have been neck and neck with Nika's stats in the last 2022-2023 conference.

"Girly, you are still not done? Man you are really living up to be a stalker ." KK tried to glance at Paige's phone, Paige was quick to hide it.

"I am not!" Paige responded defensively.

"Of course, why stalk when you can see her every day. Home court advantage." KK playfully raised her brows and gestured towards where Y/N is, shooting 3 point shots. Yeah, Paige mused to herself. Paige knows she's got the home court advantage, always playing on familiar turf. Y/N, on the other hand, is a social media ghost, her posts as rare as a shooting star, reserved only for strategic brand alliances. Just like she guards the offensive players on the court, she protects her privacy with the same intensity, keeping her personal life shrouded in mystery.

"You are not gonna like this." KK's gasp breaks the silence, drawing Paige's attention as she leans in, sharing her latest sports article discovery. With rapt interest, they both delve into the words, their silent communion speaking volumes as they absorb every line, lost in the world of sports unfolding before them.

Sports Agent Katherine Taylor-Miller Entangled in New Romance Amidst Divorce

In a whirlwind of events, sports agent Katherine Taylor-Miller finds herself at the center of media attention following news of her divorce from husband Craig Miller. The prominent figure in the sports world, best known for representing basketball star Breanna Stewart, is reportedly embarking on a new romance with Los Angeles' top firm lawyer, Drew Ross.

While Taylor-Miller has remained tight-lipped about the circulating photos online, indicating her involvement with Ross, sources close to the situation confirm that the divorce proceedings are well underway. The couple, who share a daughter, aged 22, are navigating this transition as their family dynamic shifts.

Adding a layer of complexity to the situation, their daughter, a talented athlete in her own right, has been making waves on the collegiate basketball scene. Initially playing for Stanford University during her freshman and sophomore years, she has recently transferred to the University of Connecticut for her junior year, following in the footsteps of her mother's client, Breanna Stewart.

The unfolding saga has captivated both sports enthusiasts and gossip followers alike, as speculation mounts about the implications for Taylor-Miller's career and personal life. As the situation continues to develop, all eyes remain on the high-profile sports agent and her newfound path forward.

Paige's confusion bubbles to the surface in her question. "Wait, so... that is Y/N's mom?"

KK nods solemnly. "Yep. Didn't expect that."

Paige's brow furrows as she scans the article again. "That article is nasty. It was unnecessary to mention, Y/N."

The two exchange a knowing glance before their gaze shifts towards Y/N, who remains blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the tabloids.

KK weighs the options for a moment before nodding resolutely. "Very. She's not gonna like it. Do we tell her?" KK's gaze seeks approval from Paige, who meets it with a shake of her head, silently acknowledging the delicate situation and opting to shield Y/N from unnecessary distress for now. "She'll find out sooner."

KK lets out a low whistle, her disbelief evident in her tone. "Unbelievable. I never thought her mom is Katherine Taylor. That woman was a badass, but yeah, whoever wrote this has some unpaid rent due." Paige nods in agreement, a hint of frustration tainting her expression as they both recognize the injustice of the situation.

The sudden thud startles both Paige and KK. Their heads snap towards the source of the sound, only to find Y/N on the bench-side taking a water break, her hand suspended and her phone on the floor.

"That's what we're talking about."

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Y/N absentmindedly follows her teammates to Subway after they decided to grab some lunch there. Despite the buzz of camaraderie around her, she's lost in her own thoughts, savoring the simple pleasure of a break from today's events. Just as she starts to believe her day couldn't get any better, her world is rocked by the unwelcome intrusion of her parents' divorce being publicized.

Her heart sinks as she grapples with the sudden exposure of her family's private turmoil. Y/N has always been fiercely protective of her personal life, preferring to keep it shielded from prying eyes. The earlier article had already crossed a line, but this latest development feels like a betrayal of trust, a violation of the boundaries she holds sacred. She can't help but feel a surge of anger and frustration at the unnecessary intrusion into her family's affairs, a bitterness that threatens to overshadow the sweetness of her teammates' company.

Y/N finds a glimmer of solace in the silent solidarity of her teammates. As they gather around the table at Subway, not a single word is spoken about the tumultuous news that has shaken her world.

In that moment, Y/N feels a profound gratitude wash over her, a deep appreciation for their unspoken understanding and respect for her boundaries.

"The salad won't eat itself," snapped Paige, jolting Y/N from her deep thoughts. Y/N mechanically took a fork, but her salad remained untouched.

"Eat up, Miller. You need your energy." Paige commandeered the fork and began mixing the salad for Y/N.

"How did you handle it?" Y/N's voice trembled with vulnerability, causing Paige to pause mid-stir.

Paige didn't respond immediately, her mind racing to grasp the depth of Y/N's question. It didn't take long for the realization to sink in—it was about the divorce.

"When your parents divorced? How did you handle it?" Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears, a vulnerability she hadn't intended to reveal. Paige felt a pang of empathy twist in her gut. Y/N's question caught her off guard.

"Nevermind," Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she wiped away the threatening tears. Determinedly, she finally began to eat her salad, hoping to distract herself from the emotional turmoil of the day.

As she savored each bite, Y/N made a conscious effort to push aside the weight of her parents' divorce. Her phone buzzed incessantly with texts and calls, but she only mustered the strength to respond to her dad via text. All she wanted was for their divorce to be finalized so they could all move forward with their lives.

Her thoughts drifted to the inevitable changes ahead. Her mom and dad would each go their separate ways, free to pursue new relationships if they so chose. While the idea of their family no longer being whole was a painful one, Y/N knew it was time to accept reality.

Above all, she yearned for one simple request: no more articles portraying her solely as her mother's daughter. She was determined to forge her own path, to carve out her own identity separate from her family's legacy.

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"You okay, babe?" Nika asked Y/N, slinging her arm around her shoulders. Y/N responded with her most convincing smile. "I'm fine," she assured Nika, though the skepticism lingered in her friend's nod. "Just so you know, we're here for you, okay?" Nika offered a comforting hug. "Thanks, babe."

As they strolled back to the university after lunch, Nika, Azzi, and Aaliyah had already forged ahead for their afternoon classes, while Paige had disappeared into god knows where. Y/N's afternoon lay open; no classes to attend. She pondered whether to take a stroll around her apartment's neighborhood or indulge in a swim in the pool.

Waving goodbye to her teammates as they reached the university's parking lot, she contemplated driving back home.

Sighing, Y/N parked her car and headed towards her apartment, only to be surprised by a waiting Paige Bueckers holding a pint of Ben & Jerry's chocolate fudge ice cream.

"Paige, don't you have a class or something?" Y/N asked, noticing Paige still in her training attire: a UConn Huskies hoodie, basketball jersey shorts, socks, and slides.

Paige handed her the pint without saying anything.

"You asked me how I handled my parents' divorce," Paige shrugged.

"W-well forget it. I didn't mean to ---"

"It was hard. I thought we were a happy family, that they had vows, through thick and thin, for better or worse type of shit. I was angry, wondering what could possibly make them decide they weren't meant for each other. They had me for Christ's sake. It hurt to think that one day they'd meet someone new and start over, and what about me if that happens?" Paige took a deep breath before continuing.

"The good thing is, I was able to understand that it's better to have that divorce than to pretend they're still happy. I saw how happy my father is with his new family, happier than he was with my mother... All I'm trying to say is, whatever you feel in your current situation is valid—all the thoughts running in your head, the what-ifs, they're all valid. You'll come to terms with it soon, just give yourself time to feel it. And don't forget, you have us. It sucks to be a divorce child if you don't have siblings. It's okay, Miller. You can mope, you can lash out, feel it all the way."

Y/N burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, surprising Paige, especially considering they were in a parking lot. Y/N didn't know why the floodgates had opened—was it the news of her parents' divorce? The stress of the article? Or perhaps simply the ice cream? Regardless, she found herself releasing all the pent-up emotions.

"Christ, Miller. I didn't expect you to break down right here," Paige panicked, attempting to pacify her, though Y/N continued crying loudly.

Paige gently grabbed her hand, and together they walked towards Y/N's apartment, Y/N still sobbing loudly.

"People will think I made you cry." Paige said shaking her head.

They entered Y/N's apartment, with Paige leading the way as Y/N was too preoccupied at the moment. Paige settled Y/N on her couch and opened the ice cream she had brought. Y/N accepted it and took a spoonful, still teary-eyed.

Paige looked at her friend in disbelief, finding her oddly cute in this vulnerable state, with red, glistening eyes and puffy cheeks from crying.

They sat in silence, letting the ice cream provide comfort. It worked, as Y/N's tears eventually ceased.

"Thank you, Bueckers. I needed that cry and... the ice cream. How can I ever pay you back?" Y/N leaned her head on Paige's shoulder, grateful it was Paige who knew her favorite ice cream flavor.

Paige pretended to ponder the question. "You don't have to. Just get back to being yourself," she said, gently ruffling Y/N's hair. Y/N sighed in contentment.

"I mean it, though. Thank you for being here. I was resigned to being miserable today," Y/N said, her voice filled with gratitude. They exchanged glances, and Paige found herself momentarily lost in Y/N's mesmerizing eyes. There was something about them that drew her in. She quickly looked away, not wanting to get too carried away and do something she shouldn't.

"Yeah, it's nothing. Get yourself together, Miller," Paige replied, more to herself than to Y/N, feeling her ears grow warm.

"Are you okay? You seem... red?" Y/N asked, noticing Paige's flushed cheeks.

"Not as red as you are. You look ugly when you cry, Y/N," Paige remarked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N stiffened at the comment. This was the first time she had heard Paige address her by her first name. The surprise on Y/N's face caused Paige's brows to furrow.

"What?" Paige asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Nothing, you've never called me by my name before. Or maybe you did, I just didn't hear you," Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay it. She didn't want to make Paige feel awkward.

"I just don't know what to feel hearing it from you. It sounds different," Y/N admitted.

Paige choked on her response, caught off guard by Y/N's vulnerability. This woman will be the death of her one day. -----------------

[barcaatthemoon]

together again || alanna kennedy x reader ||

you and alanna get a chance to be together after being separated by your leagues.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead

it was hard playing in a different league than your girlfriend. alanna was such a tease that it didn't help anything at all. sometimes it was subtle things like post-workout pictures. you could handle those, but it was the private pictures that she liked sending which drove you crazy. it was hard to focus knowing that alanna had sent you something that you couldn't open around any of your teammates.

"hey baby," alanna greeted you with a kiss. at first, the excitement of getting to see each other after nearly two months apart overshadowed the sexual frustration that had been building up. however, once you felt the strap through alanna's sweatpants, you were reminded of what you had been missing for so long.

"lan," you breathed out. she didn't say anything, but both of you knew what was up. alanna put her arm around your shoulders as she ushered you further into her house. you didn't have time to stop and look around at anything because alanna is pushing you towards her bedroom.

"shh," alanna shushes you quickly. just to make sure that you'll actually stay quiet, she presses her lips to yours. your lips part just enough for her tongue to dart past your lips, licking teasingly at the tip of your own tongue. she coaxed you into pushing further into the kiss so that the two of you could engage in a little fight for dominance. alanna would win like she always did, but there was something that she loved about you pushing along with her.

"fuck, lan," you moaned as she nipped at your neck. there would be marks littering the skin there later, you were sure of it. that would make your little stay with your girlfriend even better, knowing how she got whenever she saw hickeys later on. you swore that sometimes, alanna did it because she knew it'd drive herself crazy for you over the next few days.

"don't rush me," alanna teased as she pulled your hips forward to grind against her. you bit your lip to keep an absolutely filthy sound in, which immediately earned you a harsh nip to your collarbone. "i want to hear you. don't make me make you scream."

while the idea of being fucked into oblivion sounded nice, you didn't want things to start that way. alanna getting rough with you was great whenever you had a long stretch of rest ahead of you, but alanna would want this to be an no expense spared kind of weekend. you were certain that she was dying to fuck you so that she could tell you all of the things you'd be doing together afterwards.

"can we take this to the bed now?" you asked as you glanced longingly at alanna's bed over her shoulder. she nodded and scooped you up into her arms to carry you over there. alanna set you down onto the bed, partially having tossed you down. she knew the little rush that you got from being manhandled like that. if it was anybody else you'd have a problem, but you trusted alanna to pull it off without getting you hurt in the process.

alanna was practically clawing at your clothes as she tried to remove them from your body. you gave her a bit of help, but also knew what she liked to do herself. alanna pressed open mouth kisses all over your breasts before she took a nipple in between her teeth. your back arched as her teeth sank in a little, just enough for the pain to be pleasurable. alanna knew exactly how you liked things, even if you had never actually told her. she knew the things about you that you were too ashamed to admit to yourself.

"lani, please," you whined as you felt one of alanna's hands fall between your legs. there was no fabric separating fingers from the slickness of your cunt. you ground down against them, and despite not being touched where you wanted her the most, it still felt amazing. you let out a little whine of frustration when alanna pulled her fingers away. she pushed her fingers past her own lips, tasting you before she put her fingers right back where they had been.

"don't worry, i'd never leave you wanting like that," alanna assured you. it was a false statement, alanna was just a little too needy today to edge you. truthfully, alanna loved teasing you to the point where you were on the verge of tears. she usually did let you finish, but you remembered when alanna had discovered the fun of ruining your orgasms.

alanna stayed true to her word and brushed her fingers over your clit. her fingers moved in quick swipes, but it was enough to have you dripping down your own thighs. alanna licked her lips as she glanced down between your legs. you thought for a moment that she'd lean down and start eating you out, but instead you were met with the feeling of her fingers sliding inside of you.

"oh my god!" you gasped. it felt like the air was being pushed out of your body as she started to fuck you. alanna knew that you could handle more than her fingers, so she started fast and rough. you felt the familiar ache of frustration settle in as your body began to fiend for more. you opened your mouth to tell alanna when you noticed her starting to switch positions.

she pinned your legs down and apart as she put her body weight onto you. the slow slide of the dildo inside of you was torturous, but the stretch sent a surge of arousal through your core. alanna knew exactly what she was doing with the slow and shallow thrusts. you grabbed onto her arms with a vice grip as alanna started to pick up the pace.

"you're taking it so well," alanna praised as she started to snap her hips into you. she'd pull out until just the head was inside of you before forcefully thrusting herself back into you. alanna moved like the dildo was a natural extension of her body. you didn't think it would ever be possible for anything to feel as good as her fucking you like that. there would never be anybody who satisfied you so well physically. alanna just had a certain way about her whenever it came to fucking you.

"please, make me cum," you started to beg. alanna listened to the request being thrown out again and again with broken moans and loud cries. every noise out of you only egged alanna on as she fucked you straight through your orgasm. you teetered on the edge of a second when she finally started to slow down a little. alanna knew how easily you went into an overstimiluated state and wanted to avoid that.

"are you okay?" alanna asked as she leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. you nodded and mumbled out your confirmation, prompting alanna to pull out. she didn't completely withdraw from touching you as her hand remained between your legs. she was careful about not actively touching you, just tracing little patterns on the upper part of your inner thigh. "you did so good for me. get a little rest and let me know if you want to go again."

"i will," you promised. you closed your eyes and shifted further into her arms. alanna pressed a soft kiss to your lips before she moved her hand away to make sure that you actually did get some rest. alanna knew how much travel took out of you, and the reunion had definitely taken a toll on your energy as well.

[its-avalon-08]

hey can you write that Carlos Sainz is his wife Y/N (she is also Spanish) are nicknamed the couple the funny ones in the paddock because they often play pranks on each other on TikTok and they often tease each other because they have the same personality as it's their humor and that they are both tactile

glitter and lucky socks

the air in imola crackled with nervous energy, race day for the emilia romagna grand prix. but amidst the tension, a familiar giggle echoed through the ferrari garage. there, carlos sainz, in his pristine red race suit, was doubled over, socks clutched in his hand.

"no, no, no!" he wheezed, laughing so hard he was struggling to breathe. "that can't be real! y/n, you didn't!"

across the garage, you, his ever-playful wife, smirked, phone in hand. "y/n! you dyed my lucky socks pink?" carlos' voice, laced with mock horror, reached your ears.

you winked, feigning innocence. "what socks, cariño? i haven't seen any pink socks around."

carlos knew that look. it was the same mischievous glint he saw reflected back in his own eyes every time he'd snuck toothpaste into your shampoo or replaced your coffee with a peppermint smoothie (much to your initial disgust since you hated it, but ultimate amusement).

"oh, come on," he whined, getting up and moving to grab you from your waist. "mi amor ¿por qué debes burlarte de mí? (my love why must you tease me?). y/n still holding up her phone, to record her shenanigans, had small tears in her eyes following her husband's reaction. after posting the tiktok the caption read: 'sending some extra luck to my favorite driver (don't worry, they're his backup pair) #f1 #pranksforsainz #losdivertidos

the video had already blown up, with comments like "y/n is savage" and "carlos, your wife is a menace!" erupting like virtual popcorn.

charles leclerc, carlos' teammate, strolled by, phone in hand. he glanced at the video, then at carlos' pink-socked foot, and burst out laughing. "mate, you're doomed!"

carlos groaned, but a smile tugged at his lips. you two were known in the paddock as 'the funny ones'. your constant pranks, playful teasing, and the undeniable fact that you seemed to share the same mischievous personality – it was all part of your humor, your way of showing affection. as charles saw the way carlos and y/n looked at eachother he chuckled as he remembered the times carlos had put a whoopie pillow down on y/n's chair infront of the ceo of ferrari much to her horror or how y/n had replaced carlos's hair gel with glitter. the two were madly in love and in such a serious world, they still found time to be human.

charles continued to recall how carlos would always hold you in anyway he could, how he would grasp on to your pinky finger in a crowd, how y/n would always hug carlos from behind, the way carlos and y/n's hand were permanently intertwined. amidst all the pranks and jokes, the couple knew each other inside and out.

later, after the race (which carlos, miraculously, managed to win, pink socks and all), you found him in the pits, a towel draped over his shoulders.

"so," you said, leaning in for a kiss that left him breathless, "about that luck i sent your way..."

carlos chuckled, pulling you into a hug. "you're lucky i love you," he mumbled against your hair.

"and you're lucky i put the real socks back in your bag before you left for the grid," you whispered, earning a playful shove that sent you both into another fit of laughter.

as mechanics swarmed around them, celebrating the win, charles shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. there they go again, he thought. those two are a riot. but then he saw you plant a big, lipstick-stained kiss on carlos' cheek, and a warmth spread through him. maybe a little paddock romance wasn't such a bad thing after all.

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[entropicthymes]

“I’m the one that died,” the shadow says, after what feels like, and probably is, an eternity of just sort of glaring at him.

“We’re both dead, now.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she replies, turning away from him as much as a two-dimensional projection of a human form can, “It doesn’t matter, because you were alive then. And I was dead, and that meant– that meant that life was worth celebrating for everyone left. Life was worth celebrating for you, because – because they dragged you out of the ground still breathing.”

“Life is worth celebrating–“ “NOT WHEN YOU’RE DEAD!” she screeched, her form wavering for a second, “None of you mourned me! I had to sit there, and watch, as nobody – nobody noticed! And then when word finally broke, it was all – all jokes and cheer and – and. And. When people tell the legends of this, or whatever, you know how they’re gonna tell it? They’re gonna paint me as a bloody martyr. A herione. They’re gonna say I did this for you.”

“I mean–“

“Look at me,” the shadow reached out to cluch the shoulders of his own, shaking it violently and dragging him with the movement, “Do I look like the sort of person who goes around dying for people!?”

“N-no?”

“No,” she let him go, laughing, “No, I don’t!”

“Look,” he put his hands up placatingly, “The – um, the guy,” names, after all, were difficult in this place, “’Cause there was someone, one person, who mourned for you! And, yeah, he said he’d avenge you, right? He’d win in your name!”

“Great. Then it can be about him, too! Isn’t that great!” The shadow turned away from him, folding her arms. “It can be about you, and him, and your teammate, and his teammates, and your husband and your lover and everyone you’ve ever cared about! It can be about the two guys who got me killed last time too, if you like! It can be about anyone but me! Because that’s just – that’s just how it is!” she sighed, “Even, in the end, this conversation’s about you.” She turned her hand from side to side, fingers coalescing in and out of a dark blob, “I’m not even a real person. I’m just your shadow.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Cucking

Requested: No

Warnings: Cucking, Choking, Recording, Slight breeding kink in the first part but no parts are actually described, oral sex, gagging, strap ons (I don’t think I got everything)

Ghost

You were dying. You were sure of it. Everything was too much for you. Too bright, too loud, too sensitive. And much too full of the cock that was being bullied into you.

“Sweet thing. Too good to me.” Mace grumbles above you, his voice barely reaching your ears, cock drunk and barely able to think. “Gonna fuck you full. Make you walk around with my cum dripping out of you. All you’re good for. Or maybe I’ll just have Simon lick it out of you, yeah?”

You heard Ghost growl at that but it had no real bite, not when he was only half listening to him, too focused on fucking his own hand, eyes locked onto your face, so expressive and dazed as Mace’s skin slaps against yours harshly, loud in his ears. Ruining you.

“Gonna give you a baby. Little piece of me to make sure you and Simon always know you’re mine now. Make him raise my baby, never letting him forget that I fucked you so good that I ruined you for him.” Mace told you before lifting his mask just enough so that he could bite deep into your shoulder, deep enough that skin caved under the pressure and blood flooded his mouth. Sure to leave a nice little scar.

Soap

“That’s it, Love. Taste so good.” Ghost groans against you, hands roughly spreading your cheeks as he gives you another long lick. “Bet Johnny doesn’t make you feel this good. Does he?” He asks, digging his nails into your ass and dragging them down your thighs, scraping open your skin.

You don’t respond, face down in the pillow, drooling over the case. Ghost grunts in annoyance at your lack of answer, flipping you over and slapping your face lightly than gripping your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes for a moment before turning you to the camera.

“Tell him, Love. Tell Johnny that I make you feel better than he ever could.” Ghost tells you, voice practically a growl. “Tell him that you’re mine. That I fuck you perfectly.”

You moan, teary eyes connecting with the flare of the lens, able to see your reflection in the little panel connected to it. “I-I belong to Ghost.” You start slowly, biting into your lip before he lays a harsh smack to your thigh, forcing the rest of the words out of your mouth. “I’m his and he fucks me better then you!”

König

“You’re hurting them.” König whimpered, soft and submissive, face flushed a bright red as he lay underneath you, your hands on his chest for some kind of balance, nails digging into his skin.

“Hmmm? They take you. I doubt I could hurt them if I tried.” Horangi grumbled, hot tongue licking a stripe up your neck, a sheen of wetness left on your skin. “Besides, I thought I told you to just shut your mouth and watch.” He says, brown eyes narrowing at him from over your shoulder.

König pursed his lips, looking between his teammate and your blissed out face. In truth you definitely weren’t in any pain but he was. Your soft belly was rubbing against his cock, teasing him in all the worst ways, leaving him pent up and frustrated, making him want to tear up from the denial. Especially since his hands were tied to the headboard, leaning him unable to reach down and fix his problem himself.

“Sweet *고양이. I know you best, huh? Pathetic Little *왕자 thinks he knows better than me but we both know he doesn’t. That’s why I get to fuck you while he gets nothing.” Horangi pants, his hand on your throat, the other on your hip.

Alejandro

“Look how he’s fighting, Cariño.” Valeria purrs in your ear, her callused hands on your chest, pinching your sore nipples. “He wants to be inside you so badly. Thinks you belong to him. But you don’t, do you? You belong to me now. All mine. Mi Cariño.”

You nodded, so fast and eager that it made her laugh, her breath hot against the skin of your neck. You took pride in the fact that she was pleased with you.

“Goooood. So good.” She says, lifting a hand to turn your chin, making you look at Alejandro. Tied to a chair with your panties stuffed into his mouth to gag him, his pants pulled to his knees so his hard aching cock was on full display, leaking precum at the sight of you being fucked so well on Valeria’s strap-on. “Tell him. Tell him you’re mine.”

“I-I’m Valeria’s.” You moan, squealing loudly when she gives you a particularly hard thrust as a reward. Your eyes rolled back into your head, drooling just a bit as Alejandro glared at Valeria, shouting obscenities through his makeshift gag.

*고양이 = Cat

*왕자 = Prince

[cheemscakecat]

Bucket Scene Analysis pt. 2

Now that I’ve talked about the rest of RED, I want to look at how the Bucket Scene affected Spy; because doing everyone’s wish meant more than his teammates realize.

First of all, he came up with the idea of writing down everyone’s last wish and then working as a team to fulfill them. Spy is usually cynical and tries not to show how much he cares about the rest of RED. Scout and Pauling are the exceptions because one is his son, and one is young, naive and hopelessly devoted to that old hag Helen. Pauling doesn’t usually get positive reenforcement for working so hard, but in the comics we get to see Spy complimenting her.

[WOW they made him pale] Anyways, gathering the last wishes is a sign that when it comes down to it, Spy cares about the rest of RED team, and he wants them to die feeling fulfilled instead of downtrodden.

It’s also important to remember that Scout knows they’re all going to die. Spy’s going out of his way to make the most of these last hours, and he’s assuming that Scout will do the same since dying changes things. And, as stated in Part one, Scout was equally upset when Medic announced that they had three days. That’s why Spy trusted his son to collect everyone’s last wish. Here’s what Spy said before his day was ruined with the prank cards:

”This is a bucket.[..] It contains the dying wish of every man here. […]Gentlemen, synchronize your death watches. We have seventy hours to live. For most men no time at all. We are not most men. We are mercenaries. We have the resources. The will. To make these hours count! The clock is ticking gentlemen. Let’s begin.”

This is in stark contrast to how BLU Spy talked to his teammates in Meet the Spy, especially Scout. RED is complimenting his team and trying to uplift them before they die, not talking down to them. Which leads me to believe that he’s being sincere, not trying to make himself look good before he dies. Unfortunately, Scout decided to prank him instead of helping with this, and we see his reaction in real time.

First card- Spy is disappointed that Scout drew a joke card instead of writing his last wish.

”I have something radiating off of me.”

“Yeah, those are stink lines. That’s why the car hit him. Cause he smells!” [Heavy smiles at Scout.]

Spy is visibly upset but decides to just read the next card, hoping it’s a real one even if Scout’s is not. But it’s another more offensive insult.

Third card is yet another insult, and he’s realized that there’s probably only one useful card in the bucket. Presumably it’ll say where the real wishes are, or be a gotcha for Scout to hand him the real cards. Spy is trying to just get through them and not react to the jokes so he can get back to the task at hand. But you can tell that it’s taking the wind out of his sails.

Four cards, there’s only one left after this. Three have been sexual, which is extremely awkward coming from his son whether he realizes or not. At least two teammates at the table know this.

Card five is not in fact real, and it’s the last straw because that means Scout didn’t bother to get the real dying wishes from anybody. So Spy outright asks the others as confirmation that they were never asked. If that’s the case then they’ve wasted time and they’re back at square one. But maybe somebody will side with him because they had their time wasted.

But they don’t, do they? They smile at Scout, which means nobody is going to chastise him for being so immature. Spy doesn’t even get a verbal reply or someone shaking their head “no”. This is how he realizes that nobody else cared about this in the first place, and he’s on his own. Even the two people that know his relation to Scout don’t come to his defense.

And now he’s demoralized. His last three days on earth, he wanted to help his team fulfill their dying wishes and die with some peace. But they didn’t reciprocate. And what’s worse, they didn’t just tell him no from the start; they gathered around and let him think they might care, then reacted with indifference. And approval of his son’s cruel prank.

Imagine being in the middle of nowhere with your coworkers, knowing you’re all going to die. So you try to do one last good deed for all of them, because you care for them even if you’re bad at showing it. But they don’t respond in kind, they respond with apathy. Now you know that when all the cards are down and you’re all running out of time, they don’t care for you like you thought.

And the people you trusted with a secret, that you have an estranged son? In hearty agreement with him mocking you, even though you have three days left to live.

“See you all in hell!”

He was left standing alone. No wonder he holed up in the smoking room denying visitors. They let him down.

[narutocharacterpolls]

FINAL ROUND

HATAKE KAKASHI vs SENJU TSUNADE

Reasons for submission under the cut

Kakashi

relatable as an adult

he is just an overworked guy who was told to watch some kids w LOTS of issues

needs therapy

good presence and guidance in Narutos life

interesting

cares about and is dedicated to his students very much

he is just cool

he is trying his best despite what he has been through in the past

is up for having fun but still knows when to be serious

was a narcissistic shit but grew out of it

has good intentions

sexy

wonderfully complex and well developed character

incredibly resilient and supportive

a sad and deeply broken man

always willing to give his life to protect them and his other precious people

just wanted everything to be ok for once in his life

hated Danzo

his friendship with Gai is adorable

the way he teases Tenzo is fun

he’s known as cool and aloof but in reality he’s a huge dork

Gai would want him to win

Tsunade

milf….

was the best hokage

the regulation she created to include medics on every team saved so many lives

she's funny and a complex and interesting character

is a bad bitch

probably THE most competently written female character in the entire series

she has a very rich history that plays into her character's actions and motivations

wanting to be the best medic-nin possible in order to save more lives because she lost her love Dan, and also change the way ninja squads operated to always have a medic to save more lives did so much for the better during the war to reduce casualties

after being broken down by so many people she cares about dying, she dips and leaves behind ninja society, which has taken everything from her (including wiping out her clan)

because Tsunade is also one of the most legendary/strongest ninja alive, no one could really stop her or chain her down. It takes the conviction of a child who wants her to save the village and heal his friends to get her back to Konoha, despite the all the trauma she's endured

she's a medic with a fear of blood that overcomes that to fight her own teammate and beat his ass so Orochimaru stops killing and maiming people

she steps up to be a leader because it's what the new generation need and someone has to fix all the stuff broken by her selfish teammates and old teacher

the strongest female character both in physical strength and the strength of her writing. It's like she was written first as a character versus most of the other female characters being written first as Girl and Love Interest

Tsunade is vain and a chronic gambler and drunk, she is really brash and abrasive, she is traumatized. But she's also deeply caring, an incredibly accomplished woman, one of the smartest people/medics in the world, and a great leader

she's multi-layered. She is a woman, but her entire character isn't just Woman

finally finished the job on Jiraiya on previous poll

strong arms

she is strong and smart and quick as a whip but still soft and caring when it comes to her loved ones. Characters with rough exteriors who are mushy inside are very good

[rookieloveskashi]

How Could You? —Chapter 2—

Part of the For Your Own Good Series Prev Chapter → Next Chapter

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: General

Warnings: much more angst, Kakashi is very rude to reader. canon rewrite. self-ship coded; please see author's note on series page if you are unfamiliar with plot-significant characteristics of reader.

Word Count: 4.1k

Work Summary: After waking from Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan attack, Kakashi finds there is still a lot of work to do; in rebuilding the village, restoring trust within his team, and in being honest with you. But will his efforts strengthen those bonds, or will everything only get worse?

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To the endless annoyance of your father and your sister, you spent the next day or two at Ichiraku being hardly more than useless. But what was the alternative?! Kakashi’s words continued to bounce around your head on an endless repeat.

I love you…I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to tell you…I've been sure for a while, but I was just afraid of—well, a lot, honestly. But, I love you.

I love you, Y/N.

Really, how could you be expected to focus on ramen orders after hearing that?!

“Hey Y/N,” Ayame smirked, “if you wipe that same spot for much longer, you’re gonna wear a hole in the counter.”

“Huh?” Blinking rapidly, you looked up to see your sister giggling to herself, and your father standing behind her, shaking his head with his arms crossed. “Oh, I…”

“No excuses Y/N,” your dad grumbled. “There’s plenty more to do before the lunch rush.”

Embarrassed, you tucked your chin down and got back to cleaning your way down the countertop. You tried to get a hold on your daydreams, but it was difficult when your work was so monotonous. Still, you didn’t want to annoy your father long enough to hear his thoughts on your distracted state of mind.

Ayame was a bit more understanding, recognizing that goofy blissful look on your face. But that didn't mean she would spare you from her own brand of torture. She conspiratorially leaned in to make sure your father wouldn’t overhear. “You haven’t been this far gone since you first saw Kakashi without his mask,” she snickered. “No wait, I think it was after you first saw him completely nak—”

“Shut up!” you hissed. “Can't you just be normal for once in your life??”

“Not until you spill. What happened??”

“Later,” you responded through clenched teeth.

“But now is perfect,” she whined. “There's no one here.”

“I told you; later.”

“Come on Y/N, tell—”

“Shut up Ayame, or I won't tell you anything.”

“Oh like you even want to keep it a secret,” she scoffed. “I’m sure you’re dying to brag all about it, so just do it already.”

You flicked your dishrag at her, causing her to step backward with a yelp. Your father looked up from the pot of broth with a disapproving look, and you quickly looked around for anything to serve as a diversion before you got an earful.

A little way down the road, you spotted the pale pink hair of Team 7’s resident kunoichi. “Sakura!” you shouted and waved her over. True, having one of Kakashi’s students join the party wasn’t exactly the best way to get your mind off the silver-haired sensei, but you had to work with what you had.

She looked a bit dejected as she made her way to the ramen stand, but you didn’t register it; choosing instead to keep talking in her direction so that your meddlesome family members were effectively boxed out. “I haven't seen you in a while!” you beamed as she neared the counter. “Come to think of it, I haven't seen your teammates either. I don't think Naruto's gone this long without Ichiraku since he was born,” you laughed. “So, where are he and Sasuke hiding?”

Sakura’s eyes filled with tears before she even tried to respond. “S-S-Sasuke,” she sniffled. “He…He…”

She looked ready to hyperventilate. Your heart sank as all the worst possibilities flashed through your mind, the abrupt mood change nearly knocking you off your feet. You ran around the counter and knelt down to throw your arms around her. “Shhh, it’ll be okay. Just take a deep breath.”

Sakura cried into your shoulder for a few minutes, taking huge gulps of air. “S-Sasuke r-r-ran away! To join Orochimaru!”

“He what?!” It didn’t even feel possible. Last you heard, he was still being monitored in the hospital after Lady Tsunade healed him. “When?!”

“Just the other night!” she wailed. “I tried to stop him but I couldn't and Lady Tsunade sent Naruto out with Shikamaru and some of the others and they're supposed to bring Sasuke back but what if they can’t get him to come home?! Sasuke can't join Orochimaru, he just can't!”

“He won't.” You hugged her closer and tried to reassure her.

“Sasuke hasn't been acting like himself ever since the chūnin exams. He told me to stay out of it but I shouldn't have listened. Kakashi-sensei said he would fix everything but he wasn't here and now…I don't know what's gonna happen! I might never see him again!”

You leaned back to look at her, giving her a supportive smile. “It’s gonna be alright. Come here. Let’s get you something to eat, okay?” You guided the girl to sit. “Kakashi will be back soon, and he won't leave Naruto and the others to handle it on their own.”

Sakura continued to sniffle as you put your hand on her shoulder. “But it's already been so long,” she whispered. “What if Sensei can't track Sasuke anymore?”

“Impossible,” you answered confidently, squeezing her shoulder. “Your sensei wouldn't let anything stop him from reaching you three when you need him.”

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“WHAT?! Genin after Sasuke?”

Kakashi felt weak, his hands going numb and his vision blurring. He thought his heart might come straight up his throat, expelled onto Tsunade's desk.

“What choice did I have?” Tsunade argued. “You know how things are.” 

Sasuke defecting, and Naruto being sent out to retrieve him. It was the worst possible thing that could have happened.

And it’s all my fault.

Tsunade’s voice softened a little when she spoke again. “I did all I could to give them a decent chance of success.”

Decent?! Kakashi gripped the edge of the desk tight enough for his knuckles to turn a blinding white. Tsunade's idea of “decent” meant nothing to him. She didn't know Naruto and Sasuke well enough to understand just how serious this was. She didn't see the way those two fought on the roof; the way Sasuke glared daggers at Naruto, how determined he was to push himself in the name of revenge, and how little he cared about anyone he might hurt along the way, so far as it got him closer to his goal.

Sasuke wanted to be stronger, and Orochimaru had given him a taste of instant strength with that curse mark. The seal wasn't strong enough.

If Shikamaru’s team manages to catch up to Sasuke…

His body refused to wait even a second longer. Kakashi swiftly turned on his heel, heading straight for the door.

“Now hold on!” Tsunade barked, waggling an S-ranked scroll. “You've already got your next mission assignment!”

“Yeah, well…” His voice was cold and dismissive when he responded. “I’ll be right back.”

Kakashi hurried directly to the village gates, stopping in the archway and slicing open the pad of his thumb. “Summoning jutsu!” His eight ninken appeared in a puff of smoke, all eager to learn whether this was a recreational visit, or something more serious. Kakashi didn’t leave them wondering. 

“Scatter,” he immediately ordered. “Search for the scents of Sasuke and Naruto. Call out for me the moment you find them.”

“Right.”

The dogs tore off, fanning out in eight separate blurs to cover more ground. Kakashi was grateful that his hounds recognized the urgency, despite not knowing all the details. They would find the boys quickly; he still had a chance to stop them. But until he heard the signal, all that Kakashi could do was wait. Wait, and torment himself.

I was so naïve. So selfish. I chose not to see how serious that fight was back at the hospital. I cut my lecture short with Sasuke just so I could see Y/N again. What the hell have I been doing?!

They really might kill each other.

Distantly, Kakashi heard Bull’s low howl. He narrowed his eye to focus on the direction of the sound before tearing his way through the dense trees surrounding the village.

Please, let me make it in time!

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It was nearly a full 24 hours before you heard anything else. Twenty-four tense, stressful, anxiety-inducing hours. All you had to go on was gossip. Word was beginning to spread about the team of genin led by a newly-promoted chūnin dispatched to collect the most recent rogue Uchiha. Eventually, someone reported that the boy’s sensei had also gone to collect him.

You were so worried you couldn't think straight. Poor Sasuke, confused and angry enough to run away. Poor Naruto, chasing after his lost friend. Poor Kakashi, running right back out there after finishing a mission. Poor Sakura, sidelined while the rest of her team was in danger.

You didn't think it could get any worse—until you heard that Kakashi had returned and was currently in the hospital, but no one could confirm anything about Naruto or Sasuke.

Or any of the other boys, for that matter.

When you went to the hospital, the medical ninja refused to give you any information. It wasn't until Shizune walked by and recognized you that you were finally allowed to see Kakashi. 

You ran into the room, finding Kakashi sitting on the edge of the bed. The medics had treated him for some exhaustion, but he didn’t seem to have any injuries that required bandages. His hands were flat in his lap, palms up. He didn’t look at you when you entered; he just kept staring at his hands.

“Where are they? Are they hurt?!”

“…It’s only Naruto,” he answered quietly. “Sasuke nearly killed him.”

You slowly walked toward him. “So…so he…”

“He joined Orochimaru.” Kakashi’s voice was broken, angry, and haunted; somehow both flat and overwhelmed at the same time.

Your body moved on its own, taking steps so quickly toward him that you were nearly tripping over yourself. “Oh Gods, Kakashi…” You threw your arms around him to hold him and try to offer him comfort, but he was as immovable as stone.

“I was too late. It’s my fault.”

“No,” you gently argued, leaning back to look at his face. “This is not your fault.”

He laughed; a hollow chuckle that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “Who else could it have been?”

“Orochimaru,” you answered sternly. “He manipulated Sasuke—”

“Because I let him,” Kakashi seethed. “I knew Sasuke was struggling, but I didn’t support him enough. I didn’t do anything. I left him vulnerable. It’s my fault Orochimaru was able to manipulate him.” He balled his hands into tight fists, his arms rigid. “And it’s my fault that Sasuke and Naruto got into that fight.”

“Kakashi, that isn’t true.”

“Yes. It is!” he shouted, making you jump. He finally looked at you, but you immediately wished he hadn’t. The look in his eye was positively wild. Rage made it pierce into you with an intensity you thought was only possible with his Sharingan.

“Don't try to placate me. You have no idea what you're talking about,” he spat. “And how could you? You think that slinging ramen in a ninja village gives you even a clue of what being a shinobi entails?”

The contempt in his voice gutted you. “Kakashi, stop it!” you cried, surprising even yourself. You’d never raised your voice to him, but then again, he’d never made you feel like you needed to. He had never spoken to you like this; so belittling and condescending. He was suddenly acting like the cold-hearted man everyone insisted he was. And untrue as you knew that to be, right now, it was difficult to separate the Kakashi you knew from this patronizing version in front of you.

You couldn’t believe it, but you were afraid of him.

“Please,” you started again, swallowing the anxiety creeping up your throat. “Just stop. Why are you talking to me like this?”

“Because the last thing I need is to put up with some oblivious civilian who acts like they know better than I do!”

Your heart was lodged in your throat. You tried to look past his rage—you knew just how deeply he was affected when it came to the people he cared about in danger. But the pain was too intense.

He didn’t need you.

Of course he didn’t. He was Kakashi Hatake. He was more than capable of looking out for himself, and he’d proven that since he was a child. Obviously, he didn’t need you in that respect. But all the times he’d kissed you and looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him alive? When he grasped for you in the dark after a nightmare?

When he had told you, in no uncertain terms, that he needed you?

Well, now, he didn’t.

“I was…just worried about you.”

“What a waste,” he scoffed. “I don’t need you to worry about me. Just leave me alone.”

Your mouth opened in a number of false starts, unsure of how to talk to this Kakashi. He was igniting old insecurities that you swore to yourself you'd never fall victim to again. Instead, you wanted to fight back—to hurl the deepest-cutting insults at him. You wanted to call him callous, heartless, cold-blooded. But more than anything, you wanted to call him a liar.

But what good would that do?

You kept reminding yourself: you know him. You know what he’s doing; self-isolating and pushing you away from some idiotic—no, too angry—some well-intentioned yet completely unnecessary urge to protect you. From himself. As if this were his fault. As if anything had ever been his fault.

This isn’t intentional. He’s just scared.

Of course he was scared. But that didn’t make it fair that he was taking it out on you; speaking to you like that and saying such hurtful things. But if you knew anything, you knew Kakashi didn’t truly mean any of it. The only thing that was probably true was that he wanted to be alone right now. But still, you wished he would let you help him through this; whatever that meant. It didn’t feel right to walk away.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“What don't you understand?!” he barked. “I don’t want you here. I want you as far away from me as possible.”

Oh.

He didn’t need you; he didn’t even want you anymore.

Kakashi couldn’t have hurt you more if he’d physically attacked. He sounded serious, but forced. Labored, like he had to physically push the words out. He endured only a few seconds of your stunned silence before he abruptly stood from the bed. “Fine. If you won’t leave, then I will.”

“Wait!”

But he was gone, already off the bed and out the window faster than you could follow. You were unsteady on your feet, hesitating in a few seconds of confusion and disbelief before you clumsily staggered to the window and clutched the sill, frantically looking for him in every direction.

“Kakashi?!”

Your voice carried on the wind, but no answer came back to you. Your wrists bent painfully as you tried to lean out, desperate for even a chance to see him or get a clue of where he was headed. In this mood, Kakashi could only do himself harm, blaming himself for Sasuke and Naruto and everyone else who had been out there. You trembled as you considered all the possible ways he would let this weigh him down.

The thoughts running through your mind were more than enough to pull another raw scream from your throat. “KAKASHI!”

Two medic-nins rushed into the room. “What happened?”

“He just…he…” He told me to leave him alone. He told me he wanted me me to get as far away from him as possible.  “He left.”

“What!?”

“Out the window.”

You tried not to cry as they pried you away from the window. “Damn Hatake,” one of them grumbled. “So arrogant.”

You whipped around with fury in your eyes. “Don’t talk about him like that.”

“He shouldn’t have left without our okay,” the medic challenged you. “He always does things like this.”

“And he didn’t even wait for word on his student’s condition,” the other responded.

“What’s going on?” Shizune’s voice carried from the doorway. You turned to see her standing against the jamb, probably well aware of the situation.

“Kakashi took off,” the medic-nin dismissively shrugged.

You were about ready to really lay into this guy before Shizune stepped in and put her hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, Naruto can have visitors now. Why don’t you go see him, and I’ll handle things here?”

“O-okay.”

She led you to the door. You were reluctant to go, but there was really no reason to stay. Kakashi certainly wasn’t coming back.

“It’ll be okay,” Shizune smiled encouragingly.

“But he’s still exhausted and—”

“Kakashi will be okay,” she repeated definitively. “He never really stays in the hospital as long as he should anyways. He knows how to take care of himself.”

His words from earlier replayed through your mind. I don’t need you to worry about me.

“You’re right.” You wiped the moisture from your eyes and nodded. “How is Naruto?”

“He’ll be okay too,” she promised. “He just needs to take it easy a while. But I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you. Shikamaru was already on his way.” She gave you his room number and urged you down the hall. “Go on. I’ll handle these guys.”

“Thank you, Shizune.” 

You kept your head down as you walked, fighting off your emotions. The last thing you wanted was to feel angry at Kakashi. But you were so shaken, it was hard not to be angry. In so few words, he had cut you to your core, and you felt exposed and vulnerable. Your steps were uneasy, your legs unsteady until they finally failed you. You gasped in a desperate breath as you stopped, collapsing against the hallway wall and hugging yourself close. It was only a second before your body started sliding down the wall, sobs roiling in your chest.

When your butt finally hit the floor, you bit down on your hand to muffle an insistent cry. Frustration and worry clashed in your brain. Kakashi was acting so strange. Well, maybe not strange. Depends who you ask. But he’d definitely never been like that with you, and the way he had so easily slipped into that heartless persona had left you struggling to keep up.

You just wanted to help him. But how, when he wouldn’t even talk to you?

With a deep breath, you stood from your position on the floor. You probably hadn’t been there for more than a minute, but you were embarrassed all the same. You didn’t have time for breaking down in the hallway.

Kakashi could take care of himself, and he wasn’t the only person important to you that would be hurting right now.

You ducked into the bathroom and splashed a little cold water on your face. Your irises were ringed with red, but it was nothing that couldn’t be solved by just breathing. The cold water calmed the puffiness around your eyes and helped your pulse to slow. After just a minute or two, you felt ready to move on and check on Naruto. He must be devastated.

Naruto’s room was nearly on the other side of the hospital. You took a corner so quickly, you nearly crashed into the new Hokage.

“Lady Hokage!”

“Y/N, right?” She asked. It was the first time you’d met her, and you were too distracted by how intimidatingly pretty she was to ask how she recognized you. Thankfully, she grinned and recognized your unasked question. “Shizune told me where that bottle of sake came from. I suppose I owe you a thanks.”

“Oh…right.” You’d forgotten all about your little thank-you-for-healing-my-boyfriend gift. It seemed almost embarrassing now. “No, don’t worry about it.”

“So where are you headed in such a hurry?”

“T-to check on Naruto, ma’am.”

“What a coincidence—so am I. Want to walk together?”

“Oh! Um, sure!” You fell into step next to her on your way to the stairwell. “Do you know how he is?”

“Naruto? I haven’t seen him myself yet. I’ve heard he’s got some nasty wounds, but I've already seen him push through some tough stuff with a smile on his face. Still, it was a serious mission I sent him on, and I want to make sure he’s doing alright. Plus, I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear that his friends all pulled through.”

You just nodded, following along until you and the Hokage made it to the door of Naruto’s room. But before you reached it, you saw a familiar figure hesitating by the door.

“Sakura?”

Her face looked even worse than yours had in the restroom a minute ago. She quickly wiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand and tried to put on a brave face.

“Ah, so you’re Sakura Haruno,” Tsunade noted. “Are you here to visit the patient?”

“Um, y-yes.”

Tsunade looked between you and Sakura before sighing an amused huff. “News sure travels fast around here.”

You put your hand on Sakura’s shoulder in quiet support. “Come in when you're ready. There’s no rush.”

Sakura nodded, shifting her shoulders forward as she almost took a step. You patted her shoulder before going in, but she followed right on your tail, with Lady Tsunade only a step behind her.

Inside the room, Naruto and Shikamaru looked to be in the middle of a pretty serious conversation. But they both looked to the door to see who was entering, and Naruto immediately smiled. “Y/N! Hey!” His eyes swept to the side, his face falling a bit at who was beside you.

Sakura spoke first. “Naruto…”

Silence filled the room. The young girl didn’t say anything else, and Naruto didn’t respond to her. He looked shell-shocked, almost fearful of what Sakura might say next. When she let out a small sound, he cast his eyes down to the blanket, looking almost as tortured as Kakashi had.

“I heard you were badly wounded,” Tsunade observed, “But you look well enough to me.”

“Sakura, I’m…” Naruto started, “I’m sorry.”

“…Wh-what are you apologizing for?” she nervously snickered, walking to the window. Her face was awkwardly scrunched up in a forced smile. “You and your kooky antics. What are we gonna do with you? Seriously, you look like a mummy.”

“I’m sorry, I—”

“You know, you really should keep the curtain open,” she interrupted him. “See how gorgeous it is out there?”

You saw Shikamaru look at her with a mixture of pity and exasperation.

“Sakura!” Naruto insisted, raising his voice and commanding the attention of the whole room. “I…I will keep my promise. It’s…it’s the promise of a lifetime. I meant what I said.”

“It’s okay Naruto,” she quietly answered. “Just forget it, okay?”

Shikamaru groaned in annoyance. “Sakura, he’s—”

“You remember,” Naruto continued, addressing only Sakura. “It’s like I always say. I never go back on my word. ‘Cause that’s my shinobi way.”

Shikamaru and Lady Tsunade both offered tiny, encouraging smiles to the rambunctious genin. Sakura’s eyebrows turned up as tears started to shine on the surface of her eyes. She looked at Naruto for a minute before turning toward the door.

“Naruto…I…all I did was cry for help.” She took a steadying breath as she started walking purposefully toward the door. “I just cried and reached out, and put everything on you.” She paused in the doorway, her hand resting on the edge of the door. “Naruto, I’m sorry.”

All eyes in the room locked onto Sakura. You’d certainly never heard her apologize to Naruto before, and it seemed that no one else had either.

“You might need to wait a while,” Sakura continued, “but next time…I’m coming with you!”

Looking around the room, you weren’t sure how to feel. Shikamaru seemed cautious and slightly skeptical, but overall uninterested. Lady Tsunade regarded Sakura with curiosity and a small knowing smile. But then Naruto beamed that gigantic grin that never failed to make you feel like you were staring directly into the sun. They were all so determined, as if Naruto weren’t currently bandaged over his entire body. Meanwhile, Kakashi seemed like he was carrying the despair for all of them. The emotional whiplash was making you feel crazy.

Maybe I do have no idea what it means to be a shinobi.

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hmm for the hc request how about shy football player!reiner and nerd!reader meeting in college because of a shared class? I would think he would be so shy to talk to her because shes sooo sweet and pretty and thick. and he doesnt want to drive her away because of the popularity being a football player.

omg this is literally how I imagine him being! like this is so adorable 🥺

!football player reiner, one of the most popular guys on campus and the star quarterback of the college football team is extremely well liked and loved by the ladies. Despite this, he is very shy and anxious. So he doesn’t talk much.

!football player reiner, who rarely paid attention to anyone because his social anxiety was through the roof first saw you in his math class and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was enamored because you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

considering that he had cheerleaders and sorority girls practically throwing themselves his way, it was a bit of a shock as to why he would be fixated on you but with those cute kinky curls, round glasses on that pretty face, big doe brown eyes and gorgeous dark complexion. Not to mention the jiggle that your stacked features done when you walked out of the classroom…it was his dream. But you’d probably never know that!

!football player reiner, who’s struggling in class seeks out a tutor to avoid losing his spot on the team but he’s too scared to ask for help.

“I’d be more than happy to help you, Reiner.”

shocked to learn that you’re the math tutor and comforted all the same. Only problem is, not freezing up when he speaks! Which is impossible when he gets close to you.

!football player reiner, who’s face is literally plastered all over the campus and the tv every Saturday is blushing like a schoolgirl as he sits across from you. You can’t figure out why he’s being so quiet but you try to push your own boundaries and speak first.

you ask him if he’s okay and if he’s ready to start? Mans starts stuttering and laughing all nervously. The sound of your sweet, innocent voice is driving him crazy. He wants to talk but he’s so afraid of embarrassing himself and saying the wrong thing.

“I-uh. Yes. I’m ready to start. Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”

“The school quarterback nervous? Please, you’re probably just saying that. No need to be shy around someone like me.”

!football player reiner, who loves downplaying his popularity swears that he’s no big deal and that he’s just glad you decided to help a dummy like him.

“Aww, don’t speak about yourself like that! You’re really smart, we just all need help sometimes and that’s okay. You’ll pass this test in no time, I promise.”

literally this man wants to melt hearing you talk to him like that.

eventually though, he’s able to get through the session and you’re able to teach him a lot. As does the next five or so before your next exam.

he loves stealing glances of you; just staring in awe of your beauty as you explain away equations and formulas. You’re just so damn pretty, he can’t help himself.

!football player reiner, who could be at practice, a party with his teammates or in a room full of Barbie dolls wouldn’t care in the slightest about any of them because you’re on the front of his mind. That smile, that cute laugh and pretty face..it’s all he thinks about!

!football player reiner, who thanks to your help, passes his test with flying colors and he’s so relieved!

!football player reiner, who immediately comes find you to tell the good news and say thanks is a blundering mess when he sees the adorable outfit you’re wearing that day and your makeup done.

“I just uh—wanted to say thank you..for helping me. I appreciate it so much.”

totally just stands there all nervous, still not finished but unable to get his words out to ask you the question he’s been dying to: which is would you get coffee or go to lunch with him as a token of gratitude.

“Is that what you were trying to ask me? That’s so sweet, thank you Reiner!”

he’s so expecting you turn him down because he knows how people are and would think that the two of you shouldn’t be in the same vicinity.

“Of course I’ll go, I’d like that a lot.”

mans heart is about to beat out of his chest thinking about it but he’s so happy you accepted. Smiling like he’s just hit the lottery.

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Pedri Gonzalez (FCBarcelona) - What Stays At The Camp

Requested: yes, on tumblr

Prompts: 32) "keep the jersey on."

50) "stop teasing."

Warnings: smut, s€x in public (???),

*IF YOU DONT WANNA READ IT, DONT! DONT COMPLAIN IN MY ASK BOX, OR DMS ABOUT WHY I SHOULD NOT BE WRITING THIS CHILL*

Walking down towards the dressing room of the Camp Nou, the ear piercing sound of the barça team was the only thing you could hear, and that is taking into account the fans were still in the stands singing. The team were celebrating their most recent win at home and what better way to do it than run around singing.

As Pedri was celebrating with his teammates, his girlfriend Y/n was making her way to the dressing room like she usually did after a match, but by the time she got down, the players had all been inside, so she stood outside and after a few minutes, the first few players had started to leave. She smiled and congratulated each of the them as they walked out and in turn, they thanked her, telling her Pedri would be out soon enough. It wasnt until Marc and Frenkie walked out that Pedri was alerted thatshe were there. "Hey, Pedri! Y/n is out here waiting!" Marc shouted. "Yeah! Hurry up!" Frenkie chimed in, both of them laughing. "Thank you boys, and congratulations again." She smiled as they walked off. A few second later, there her boyfriend stood, happy as can be. "How long were you out here for?" He asked. "Hello to you too, Pepi." She chuckled. "Hello." He said as he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. "But how long? It's freezing out here."

"Only like twenty minutes-"

"They're all dying tomorrow." He joked as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck. She hummed. "And you can explain to Xavi why he's a few players short." Pedri's hand fell to her hips. "I'll go grab my bag and I'll be ready, is that alright amor?" She nodded and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, a soft red mark staining them. "Alright, go get ready." Pedri disappeared once again. More and more of his teammates left, even his own manager and the physios had left, yet he was nowhere to be seen.

"Pepi? Are we going to leave or not?" She called, her voice echoing. "Amor, in here." Y/n walked inside the dressing room. It was quite messy. Jerseys thrown on each pedestal, some lockers not even closed. She looked away from the mess and over to her boyfriend, still red and sweaty from the match now thirty minutes ago. "Are you serious? I want to go home, babe." She groaned. "No, no not yet. I want to have some fun." He stood up and walked towards his girlfriend. She watched at the light hit off his sweaty torso, showing off his toned abs. She looked back up to his face, seeing the all too familiar look in his eye.

"Here?" She asked. Pedri grinned and pulled her closer, kissing down her cheek, eventually to her neck and kept kissing at her sweet spot. Her lips fell apart slightly as a shakey breath left. "The dressing room?" She asked. He pulled away and nodded. "The showers, princesa. No one looks there." His hand took hold of hers and began pulling her towards the showers, slowly but surely. "You're crazy." She smiled. "It wouldn't work if I wasn't." They finally rounded the corner. His hand held either side of her face and kissed her hungrily. "Take off your jeans and panties." She did it carefully as to not break the kiss that she very much loved. "Good girl, now turn for me." He whispered. She quickly turned, facing the tiled wall in the shower. She felt her boyfriend hold onto her hips and not long after, she felt him slowly but surely thrust into her. Her head fell back as she adjusted to his length. "Are you alright?" He asked, beginning to thrust for a second time. "Wait, my jersey-" Her hands reached for the hem of the shirt, but Pedri grabbed her hand to stop it.

"Amor, leave the jersey on." He murmured into her ear, his thrusts going deeper and deeper. "If it gets you going this much, I should wear it more often." He grinned at her words. "Just don't turn the shower on and I won't have a problem." His lips left hers and travelled to the crook of her neck, a moan escaping her lips. "You have to be quiet mi vida, the cleaners will be coming soon." He whispered. "So we have to be quick too, Pepi." She rasped in response. Pedri looked at her, his eyes now somehow darker. "Completely correct as ever." It wasnt long before she felt her boyfriends fingers drawing patterns around her hips, then delving down towards her clit. Her face softened as he flicked it, rubbed it, played with it. "Stop teasing." She whimpered. "Vale." His words sent a shiver down her spine. She loved it when he spoke Spanish, especially during sex. He pulled out and spun her so she was facing him. "Jump." She did so, and he pushed right back into her, the pace being the same as before. "Pepi?" He looked up and kissed her chin. "Yes, princesa?" He asked. "Faster, please." He of course did as she asked, he wasn't opposed to it anyway. She hissed at the mix of pain and pleasure from him going faster. "You like?" She nodded and smiled down at him, her lips latching onto his again, leaving a pinkish tint. "I love." He chuckled.

"Alguien ahí?" Pedri quickly reached for the on button and turned the shower on, the hot water drenching his back. Y/n looked at her boyfriend angrily as her blue and red shirt now turned darker as the water fell. "Hola? Quien es?" The person asked again. "Es Pedri. Tardaré un minuto. Solo me estoy duchando." His lips fell open with the euphoria of what was happening. Him, in the Camp Nou, fucking his girlfriend at the risk of getting caught. It was so dangerous and that made it all the more exciting. "Por supuesto, lo siento. Volveremos más tarde."

"Gracias." He listened as the squeak of the trolley slowly faded into the distance before picking up the pace once more. "Fuck my shirt." She groaned. "You have a jacket." He replied, his head buried into her shoulder as he continued to fuck her. "We need to be quicker." She smiled. "You said it, not me." Her smile faded as her mouth fell open once again. "I'm so close." He whimpered, that was enough to start the build up in Y/n's abdomen. "Pepi." She messed, her fingers tangling and pulling at his hair. "Por favor, princesa." With the Spanish and him going deeper with every thrust, Y/n reached her high with her legs shaking and her moans muffled by biting into her boyfriends shoulder. She eventually lifted her head up and kissed him tenderly. "Do you think we're ready to go yet?" He chuckled. "Well you're not dressed and I'm soaked." She said. "I can tell." She slapped his bare shoulder before he chuckled and pulled out to let her back down. "I can barely fucking stand." She muttered. "That's how you usually like it." He laughed. "Not at the Camp!" He pressed a kiss onto her cheek. "I'll be out in a second. Just wait."

The fans screamed as they saw the "it" couple coming from the stadium. Y/n and Pedri held hands and interlinked their fingers as they walked through the Camp car park, cameras flashing all around. From what the fans saw, Y/n had told him a funny joke and he laughed, but from their perspective, something a lot more dirty was said. "Do you think they know we just fucked?"

[cool-thymus]

Rin Week 2023

A drabble and an illustration for the most special girl in Narutoverse.

Day 4 | November 15 Secret

Team Minato; Rin has a secret; Kakashi has a secret; Obito ...is asleep; they are all tipsy; this is supposed to be funny

The shinobi world is a cruel place. If you’re raised a ninja, it often feels like running naked through a nettle field. No matter how fast you are trying to get out, it always stings. Constant pain and misery touch your bare skin, and you slowly get used to it. The shinobi world is greedy too. It takes the people you love and hardly ever returns them. And you are expected to go with it, no questions asked. But as one Red-Hot Habanero shrewdly observed, this world had room for smiles, laughter, and occasional celebration, especially when your loved ones were given back to you. 

A team of three young shinobi of the Hidden Leaf was that lucky. But miracles didn’t just happen for them. They had to claw back their teammate from the darkness and then fight day and night for his life. Cry for each other and hold shaking hands; lose sleep and hug tight.   

Since then, the hardest and the happiest day of their lives turned into an anniversary that was celebrated as the team’s birthday, their own little festival. Kushina and Kakashi would prepare a feast making sure everybody’s favorite dish was on the menu. Rin was in charge of decorations and flowers. Every year she would make a special arrangement for the table and provide small bouquets for her teammates. The location for the celebration was Minato and Obito’s duty. They liked scouting out picturesque spots, preferably near water. The hike was their small ritual: they traveled alone, mostly in silence. Obito felt special because he was on the same task as the captain, but for Minato it was a pilgrimage to the day when he carried the dying boy back to the village cursing himself for every wrong choice he’d made. Now he let Obito lead the way watching how the 16-year-old jumped left and right like a puppy chasing a butterfly. He followed and silently renewed his vow to always have his back, always protect the kid he’d almost lost. 

This year they picked a cabin near a small waterfall. The view was worthy of the occasion, and there were enough rooms to stay overnight. The Namikaze-Uzumaki family had grown a new member who enjoyed the attention and liked making everything about himself. He was three. The baby added the ingenuousness that the team gradually grew out of, and he kept his parents occupied, so that Rin, Obito and Kakashi could have more privacy and party the way they wanted.

However, none of them was a party animal.  

***

“Isn’t he adorable?” Rin said quietly tugging at Kakashi’s sleeve. Obito had rested his head in her lap; his eyes were closed, lips parted; soft snuffling noises made it clear - he was fast asleep. 

“The word is ‘pathetic’, Rin. We didn’t even drink that much, and he’s already out like a light.” Kakashi took another sip of his beverage (being on good terms with the Sannin had its benefits: their favorite genius was allowed a drink of his choice now and then, in moderation though), “Or… maybe he just really wanted to get to his comfort place as soon as possible.”

“You mean he’s dreaming of something comforting?”

“I mean your lap.” 

Rin paused for a moment, startled with the misplaced sarcasm, but then smirked at him and continued stroking Obito’s hair. “Are you trying to be funny or irritating?” 

Kakashi’s snarky comments never worked on her; at least they never escalated into a full-scale fight like they did with Obito. Rin was just… smarter. If Kakashi all of a sudden started showing his sassy attitude, it only meant he was uncomfortable. She reached for his face and playfully squeezed his cheek like she would with their captain’s little son. 

“Rin, are you trying to be … cheeky right now?” He barely finished the sentence as they both started giggling. Making terrible jokes was their thing, especially when they were tipsy like that. 

“What is it, Kakashi? How did he piss you off this time?” 

“He didn’t. Everything’s fine.” 

“Come on now. You know you’ll feel better if you tell me. Is it because he kept teasing you about that girl?”

Kakashi pulled his mask down and drank some more, then he looked at Rin, the mask still under his chin. 

“Bingo,” said the girl with a half-smile. “You know he’s not trying to be insensitive, right? It’s just that you never talk to him about this kind of stuff, and he probably needs it. So he’s simply trying to start a conversation with you.”

Kakashi turned his gaze to the floor in front of him pulling his yukata over his knees.

“I know we’ve been over this, but… why don’t you just tell him?”

“Let’s not do this tonight, Rin.”

“You told me…”

“It was different with you! You had a thing for me, and it wouldn’t be fa…” 

Rin quickly pressed her finger to his lips, “Yeah-yeah! Let’s pretend you told me because I’m your best friend and not recollect the moment I made a fool of myself?”

Kakashi took her hand in his, bowed his head and pressed his forehead to the back of Rin’s hand, “I’m still sorry about that by the way.”

“Hatake Kakashi, stop being so suave, or my inappropriate feelings will return again!” 

They both started laughing causing Obito to stir in his sleep. Rin pulled Kakashi closer, and he moved to sit next to her, their attention returning to the sleeping teammate. 

“Although… he was kind of an ass to you today,” whispered Rin. “Do you want to teach him a lesson?”

“I might wanna teach him a lesson, yes. About the importance of respecting other people’s boundaries,” Kakashi whispered jokingly, but then, to his surprise, Rin carefully lifted Obito’s head, laid it onto Kakashi’s lap, and sprang to her feet.

“What are you doing?” 

“Be right back. Don’t wake him up!” she shot back and dashed to the hall.

Obito’s head felt heavy. Without Rin in the room, it was too quiet, and Kakashi could hear his friend’s breathing: in and out, the chest rising and falling, slowly, evenly; no gasping for air. “Good job, buddy. You’re doing a great job, just keep breathing, okay? Just like that.” His own words from a long time ago echoed in his mind, but he suppressed them right away reminding himself that there was no need to monitor Obito’s breathing anymore. He was okay now.     

Rin suddenly reappeared next to Kakashi, eyes sparkling with mischief. Noticing that his hands were still hovering near Obito’s temples, she gently nudged Kakashi out of his trance. When his eyes gained focus again she proudly demonstrated a black marker that she'd fished out from Kushina’s bag with the baby stuff.

“Are you actually going to draw on his face? Like a five-year-old?”

“Yep! Can you steady his head a bit, Mr. Boring?”

Kakashi’s hands reluctantly landed on Obito’s cheeks tilting his head in Rin’s direction. She proceeded to draw a funny-looking beard and a mustache. 

“You know, he can’t grow a beard anyway, so this is offensive as hell. Keep drawing.”

Rin raised her eyes at Kakashi covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. Then she started to draw a pair of very thick eyebrows. 

“Oh, that’s just cruel! He’ll never forgive you for making him look like Gai.”

“Me? Who said I was responsible for this? It’s totally your doing,” she said in a mockingly indignant tone as she traced out ‘Kakashi did this’ on Obito’s cheeks. 

“Hey! He’d happily let you off the hook, but me?! I’ll never see the end of it!”

Rin ignored Kakashi’s words, admiring her work. 

“Isn’t he adorable?” Having said that, she was carefully watching her friend whose left hand was still resting on Obito’s cheek. 

“Yeah… he is.”

“Kakashi, you can tell him. He’ll be okay with it, I promise.” 

There was a minute of silence between them.

“But you can’t promise me that, Rin. What if he’s simply weirded out by it? Or feels uncomfortable? What if he stops hanging out with me at all?”

“That’s not gonna ha…”

“I know! I know this is probably not gonna happen, but what if it does? What if I'm not a part of his life anymore? You were there, Rin; it was hell without him. I’m just… I’m not ready. I’m not ready to lose him… again.”

“Kakashi, you idiot! Did you really think I would…” Obito opened his eyes and tried to prop himself up with his elbows, but in an instant a very precise hand hit several chakra points on his neck knocking him unconscious. 

“Kakashi! You can’t do that! Why did you hit him?!” 

“It was a reflex, okay!” They both leaned over to check on Obito.

“Has he been awake the entire time?” Kakashi was getting worried.

“How should I know? Seriously, Kakashi, I just wanted you to be honest with your best friend, and you go and do this?!”

“I said I didn’t mean to knock him out, okay?! And by the way, maybe you should stop berating me? It’s not like you’re completely honest with him either. Did you have enough courage to tell him about your secret nurse-boyfriend?”

“Rin?! You have a bo…” Obito regained consciousness but only for a few seconds before another hand made him pass out again.

“RIN!”

“I’m sorry!” 

@rinweek2023

[thanotaphobia]

ménage à quatre

or, missa runs into tina on the way to see phil. and pac. and mariana. and-

CROSSPOSTED TO AO3

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Missa thinks he’s decent at being sneaky.

He at least doesn’t knock things over. Their new and improved underground base is well-lit despite the dark stone that makes up its walls, and Missa skirts the farms and chairs and chests with ease. Getting out isn’t so simple, but he’s nearly there. It’s nighttime, and while most people don’t always sleep through the night in this place, it’s easier to hide under the cover of darkness. Easier to get away with things, to see people. Missa also knows if he runs into anyone who isn’t his team or Phil that he’s absolutely dying, so going out at night is a necessary risk. Risk, because mobs, but once he reaches the meeting spot in the woods he and Phil had talked about, then he’ll be okay.

He misses Phil. With every aching beat of his heart, he misses him.

Missa hadn’t known how strong his feelings had run until they’d been separated like this. It was physically painful, like love had wrapped tendrils around his heart and gut, squeezing every time Phil pops into his head. 

And so the occasional midnight rendezvous must happen. It has to happen, because otherwise Missa thinks he would die if he didn’t get to see his husband in a relatively safe, stress-free space.

Careful not to catch the attention of any of his teammates, Missa creeps through the base and watches every step. He doesn’t think they’d crucify him for it, but he doesn’t think they’d like it either. People have become different, and fast. Personalities have shifted and everyone, Missa thinks, has gotten a little more ruthless. Even Missa himself thinks it’s affecting him– although he tends to isolate instead of lash out. He’s frozen to death on beaches more than once, staring out at the ocean lost in thought until his eyes had clouded over and he’d woken up in their base with fingers stiff from cold. Others, though. BBH has a look in his eye every time Missa sees him, a look that makes him skirt around the man like he’s got the plague. 

It’s unsettling. He hates feeling uncomfortable in what’s supposed to be a safe place. He hates sneaking around like this when he should just be able to see his husband whenever he wants– he hates it. 

But it’s fine. He’s nearly out, anyway. He enters the darkest part of his exit, a long corridor, and hurries forward. Just another couple steps and–

“Oh!”

All the air is forced out of his lungs, half from terror and half from the collision. He bounces backwards into the cold stone wall and shrieks, then shoves a hand over his own mouth to stifle the sound. Across from him, there’s a thud and someone gasps. Missa blinks into the dark.

“Missa?” Tina says after a second of silence. He takes into stock what just happened– a warm body bumping into his, shorter but strong, and the strong scent of tea leaves and cool soil in the air. Tina. Just Tina.

“Sorry,” Missa says out loud after a second, lowering his hand from his mouth. Tina laughs, and Missa can’t see her very well in the dark as he pushes himself up off the wall. “I didn’t mean to–”

“No, it’s okay!” Tina says. They’re both whispering, but even then each word sounds like a gunshot in the tunnel. It reverbs, echoing around them and twisting in the air like smoke. “I didn’t expect you– oh, man, I fell down and dropped my bag, can you–”

“Yeah, one second,” Missa says, getting her intent instantly and dropping to his knees to feel around for the knapsack. “You okay?”

“Fine, thanks!” Tina giggles, high and breathy. Missa’s hand knocks against fabric and he grasps it triumphantly. 

“Got it!” he says, raising his clenched fist into the air– only for it to come into contact with skin and bone, the crack echoing around them louder than their words had been.

Missa is almost impressed by how Pac doesn’t swear. He hears a thump as someone sits down, a soft hiss of breath, and then a long exhale.

“Oh my god,” Missa breathes, before he knows it’s Pac, “I’m so so sorry–”

“All good,” Pac grits out, and Tina gasps.

“Hey!” she says. “It’s like a party in here!”

“Are you bleeding?” Missa asks, and Pac mumbles an affirmative. The next thirty seconds is spent looking for a piece of cloth to hold to his nose, and they end up having to improvise with one of Tina’s shirt sleeves. “I’m so sorry,” Missa apologizes again. “Bro, bro, I swear I didn’t know you were there, I didn’t mean to, I was just getting Tina’s bag. I’m so sorry, man.”

“It’s dark,” Pac says, his voice slightly muffled and sounding as though he’s got a bad cold. “All good! All good, my friend.”

“What were you even doing down here?” Tina asks. She’s kneeling by Pac on the other side, and Missa has finally gotten used to the dark. They’re all mostly on the floor, staring around at one another– Missa can see the whites of their eyes, and that’s about it. It’s the strangest situation he’s been in for a while, honestly. 

“Well, I was trying to leave,” Pac says, sniffling once and grunting in pain. “But, ah– you were here first.”

“Wait,” Missa says, blinking as he realizes something. “Tina, why were you here–”

And then someone lights a torch, the spark and resulting flame causing all three of them to cover their eyes or cry out. Missa blinks back tears from the sudden brightness and glances back– standing a few feet away is Mariana, torch held up as he stares at the three of them with an indignant expression.

“The fuck are you bitches doing?” he asks loudly, and despite their various states of distress, Missa, Tina, and Pac shush him quickly. Mariana goes quiet, pressing his lips together before stalking forward and crouching beside them. In the torchlight, Missa can see the blood on Pac’s nose now, and winces. “Why did none of you have a torch?” Mariana asks.

Tina hums. “That probably would’ve been a good idea.”

“Why are you here?” Pac asks. “Did you hear us?”

“No,” Mariana scoffs. “But I should’ve. I was going to see Slime–” He clearly didn’t mean to say it– his eyes widen a fraction and he snaps his mouth shut quickly, staring at the three of them before clearing his throat. “I meant, I was going to kill Slime.”

“We all know what you did in the fountain,” Pac says, his voice nasally but dry. “You know?”

Tina breaks out into big, bubbly laughter, heaving for air between gasps of breaths. She giggles, high-pitched and frantic, and Missa can’t help but snort either, covering his face with one hand. He can see Mariana between the bars of his fingers, and the way his face goes a bright, brilliant red.

“Yeah, well–” Mariana only stutters for a moment, composing himself and snapping. “What are you three doing anyway?”

“I was going to see Bagi,” Tina practically wails. She’s on her back on the floor, hair spread like a halo around her, and Missa thinks it’s a miracle she hasn’t passed out from laughing yet. Pac is laughing too, still pinching his nose but grinning and cackling. Missa bites his lip, then drags his hands down his face and comes out with the truth.

“Phil,” he says, cursing his husband’s name into his palms. “Phil and I–”

“I won’t say who I was going to see,” Pac says proudly, and Tina stops laughing at that. She sits up and points a finger at him. 

“We all know about Fit, Pac! We know! Nothing is a secret!” Between her words she hiccups giggles. “This is so dumb, we’re all so dumb!”

Missa leans back against the stone wall of the tunnel and slumps, his knees slowly giving out until he’s sitting fully on the cold floor and staring at the rest of them slowly losing it. Tina and Pac are holding onto each other, giggling and rocking back and forth slightly, while Mariana is trying his hardest to look disgusted with them and notably failing to hide a smile. Missa lets out a breath and knocks his head back, covering his eyes with his elbow and snickering.

“Well, I’m going,” Mariana finally says, stepping over Missa’s outstretched legs and past Pac and Tina. He’s still got the torch in hand– the shadows against the wall stretch and warp with his movement, making the whole tunnel feel unsteady. He turns back. “I have a date to keep.”

“Oh gosh, so do I,” Tina gasps, finally getting a hold of herself and scrambling for her bag. Missa nudges it closer to her with one foot and she grins at him. “Thanks! Don’t want Bagi to be waiting up for me.”

“Have fun on your date,” Missa says, mouth a little dry. “Dates.”

“You too,” Tina chirps, standing up and slinging her bag over her back.

“Wait, I need to get up too,” Pac says, and he and Missa stand together, gripping each other’s shoulders and arms as they do. His nose has, for the most part, stopped bleeding.

“Sorry again,” Missa says apologetically. 

Pac grins and shakes his head. “No biggie.”

“Are you coming?” Mariana calls. The shadows have gotten longer and the light dimmer as he’d started walking away, but he waits now near the end of the tunnel, looking back at the three of them with mild irritation. “Or can I ditch you all yet?”

“Oh be quiet Mariana,” Tina says, catching up with him easily. They both wait for Missa and Pac, which makes something warm blossom in his chest where the cold has sat so easily the past few days. “We can go together now, as long as we stay away from Bad!”

“That would be not good,” Pac mutters, glancing back. Missa winces. 

“We’ve gotten this far,” he says.

“This far without waking the guard dog,” Tina says, and they all make their way the last little bit out into the faint light of the stars. Around them the air is cold and crisp, and it takes Missa’s breath away. For a minute they all stand there, taking in the sight of the moon glistening across the oil-slick sea, light refracting off the ice and snow and making the whole world a soft, delicate shade of blue. Even the light from Mariana’s torch doesn’t last, barely casting out onto the pockmarked and scarred beach ahead of them.

“Well,” Missa says, equipping some gloves. He doesn’t want to stand here for too long. He wants to see Phil. The ache is back, something about the sight in front of him and the people beside him making his heart ultra aware of Phil’s absence. He thinks of Phil, worrying about him being late; he thinks of Phil laughing when he hears what delayed him. “See you in the morning, guys.”

“Hey, Missa?” He glances over at Mariana, who sticks his torch down into the sand and shoves his hands into his pockets, nonchalant. “Do you want to go together? Might be easier. Mobs and stuff.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea! Pac, let’s go together!” Tina chirps, and Pac nods with a smile. She grabs his hand and he lets her.

“Sure,” Missa says, a little startled. “That’s– yeah, yeah. Okay.”

“Okay,” Mariana says. “Bye, guys.”

Pac and Tina wave as they deploy their separate boats, hopping in beside one another and parting into the cold, choppy sea. Mariana drives, Missa sitting passenger, and he stares out over the ocean as they leave their team base behind them in the cold. When he looks over at Mariana, the other man is staring out across the horizon in front of them, hands gripping the wheel of the boat and a strange look on his face. When he notices Missa looking, he glances over and catches his eye.

“What’s the matter?” Missa asks.

“Bad Boy Halo totally was watching us leave,” Mariana says, dead serious, and that is finally what sends Missa into hysterical laughter.

[issybee06]

Discombobulated

Discombobulated

(adj.) emotionally confused or uncertain

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The mission wasn't supposed to go this way. It was a B-ranked mission that took the two teams four days in the middle of the Earth country to complete, and they were just on their way home.

Kakashi should have foreseen this somehow, despite being just a Chunin with no Dōjutsu to see into the future. He still should have been prepared.

They all should have.

The enemy had strung on them when they were at their lowest, chakra exhausted from a previous battle.

Kakashi hadn't seen the man grab you, nor had he seen the blade covered in poison being stabbed into you, all he saw was the expression of pure terror Rin had on her face as she witnessed the scene.

He heard though, the screams of Kushina as she raced to you. The cried of Gai as Genma held him back from running after his sensei. Minatos calls to head to the cottage a mile back.

Now here he was, standing in the doorway of the Cottage as Rin and Kushina frantically tried to save you.

Obito, Genma, and Gai sat on the porch, eyes trained forward in horror. If you died… you'd be the first friend any of them had lost.

Kakashi, he didn't turn away. He watched as Rin, with tears streaming down her face, dug through all her medical bags searching for her antidotes.

He watched as Kushina grabbed a kunai to cut open your shirt and sports bra, and he watched as Minato held your hair back as you leaned over the shitty old kitchen table to throw up your own blood.

Your face, sweaty and flushed from the fever that was beginning to rise. Your pretty eyes that he had caught himself looking at were blinking tiredly. Your hair was wet, stuck to your face and knotted around your head.

Kakashi couldnt look away.

You were still pretty, he thought. Even if you looked like death.

Minato had to force him, pulling him away from the scene as Kushina pulled the fabric from your front, exposing the wound.

“You don't want to see this.”

Good Minato, who despite dealing with three kids in the middle of the war, still tried to keep them somewhat pure from the horrors of this world.

Kakashi, as soon as he turned away, knew you were going to die.

You had been insignificant to him for most of your lives, just another face in the classroom you two had shares.

You were nice, he knew that, but being nice got people killed and he was certain you'd die if you ever got into a battle. Back in the academy, you were quiet, nice, and friendly but insignificant to him.

You had changed since he had graduated before you, and left you to grow.

You turned into a fighter, not as good as Gai but you were above average. You fought with everything, all you had and it impressed Kakashi how much you grew.

Being Kushinas student must have done you some good, because you also held a fire similar to hers.

Maybe that’s why you had rushed to Genma, fighting the enemy that had knocked him out.

Maybe that’s why you had cut the man’s face, scarring him.

Maybe that’s why you were grab by your throat, held down and stabbed with the poison covered blade.

Maybe it was because now you were dying on a rotting table inside of an abandoned cottage in enemy woods.

Maybe it was because you were stupid, rushing to save your friend with no consideration for your life.

Maybe that's why he had grown to love you more than a teammate.

You used to be so insignificant in his life, but now you were everywhere.

*first post, might make this a series!*