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yeeterthek33per · 8 months

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Claim Her Name (Caitlin Foord x Reader x Steph Catley)

A/n requested smut

Star marks the start of smut 18+, Minors DNI

Also apologising in advance

There's a small breeze that blows through the house on a hot summer afternoon. The heatwave had been practically killing any effort to try and get anything productive done, but the cool air was a nice turn.

So you'd opened up the house and started on the list of chores you hadn't touched yet.

Clad in one of Steph's black arsenal jerseys, and just underwear, you clear out most of them within a few hours.

Midway through scrubbing down the benches in the kitchen and cooking, your ears perk up enough to hear a car pull into the driveway, and two doors slam shut.

You continue to hum with a small smile, knowing it was just Steph and Caitlin.

What you aren't expecting is the bickering coming from the two. And what you definitely aren't expecting is the conversation they're having.

Lord knows they didn't have a filter when they got like this.

"Oh come on Caitlin, like she cums any harder in your jersey than she does in mine."

"She does! Thank you very much. That was proven a week ago."

"How? She wasn't even in your jersey. She was wearing a plain Arsenal 22/23 kit."

"Still counts."

Theres a huff.

"If that counts, that means she was technically wearing my jersey too!"

"Like shit! I was the one to make her cum, therefore it counts for me, not you."

You shake your head as you hear them slowly approach the kitchen. Only then do you realise there's a name on the back of your jersey, and you quietly curse, knowing you won't hear the end of it from either of them.

As they approach the kitchen, Steph pauses mid argument, spotting you standing with your hands leaning against the bench, watching the doorway.

"Alright babe, who do you think is right here? Who makes you cum the hardest in who's jersey?"

"Wooow, 'Hey baby, we're home, we missed you so much, wow, what smells so good? Thank you for cooking dinner. We love you.' Aww, thanks, my loves, I missed you both so much as well, I hope training went alright, I love you too!"

Caitlin bursts out laughing, and Steph slaps her palm against her forehead before shuffle jogging over silently to apologise. Her hands find your waist from behind, turning you to her, and she mumbles a soft apology against your lips, noting your lack of pants.

"Hey baby, sorry, you know us getting into it. Dinner does smell really good. Thank you for cooking. And might I say, you do look absolutely ravishing with my name on your back."

You glare playfully at her, poking her in the shoulder.

"Kiss-ass."

A cheeky grin crosses her face.

"I'd definitely do that."

You roll your eyes and turn to the now pouting Caitlin.

"What's up with you?"

"You're wearing her number over mine."

Your brow raises.

"Babe, I was wearing yours yesterday... and the day before that... and five out of seven days last week."

Her cheeks flush a little, and she huffs.

You just chuckle and shake your head at her. While you're having this conversation, Steph slides her hands down to your hips, admiring the sight of her name on your back.

One hand slips up your back again and gently rubs at your shoulder, and she presses into you, nearly pinning you against the counter.

"God baby, you're killing me here." It's muttered next to your ear.

"Oh, I'm killing YOU, am I?" It's said with a soft giggle that escapes your lips.

Your head tilts to the side regardless, and she takes the opportunity to make eye contact with Caitlin as she presses soft kisses to your neck, looking her dead in the eye with a daring gaze.

Before they get too far, though, you shake off the slight haze and duck out from Steph's grip to continue watching the pans on the stove.

Steph huffs, but you silence her with a 'look'.

"Set the table goofballs, dinner's nearly done, and enough with the bickering about my orgasms."

They both quickly rush to do as they're told, always swift to outdo the other. They do love each other, and you can swear they were intimate in their own right, but jesus, were they competitive.

This definitely isn't the first time they've been caught bickering about you, and you're sure it certainly won't be the last.

In the past, it's usually been about who can get you to laugh first or who buys the food closest to what you're craving when you're on your period. But orgasms?

That was a new one. Even for the ever horny Caitlin Foord. You swore her sex drive was through the roof at all times of the day.

Her challenging Steph like that wasn't new, but doing it while walking in the door from training was just taking it to a whole other level.

So you were certainly on guard for the possibility that you were getting jumped tonight. You'd already completed most of the stuff you needed to anyway.

As you all sat and ate at the square table in the dining room, Steph and Caitlin sat either side of you. Occasional chatter comes up, you prompting them about training and them asking if everything went alright today, and if there was anything they could help with after dinner.

That was something you would forever be grateful for. They had one of the busiest careers out there, playing, training, doing media, and prepping for national team duty. Hell, Caitlin had a second job working as a physio.

Then there was you. You worked from home and did most of the chores around the house, and they still insisted they help you with that.

Sure, it was a decently paying job, and you were thankful for that opportunity, but... was it enough? They certainly deserved so much better than what you could give them, right?

Funnily enough, you'd made the mistake of having that same thought about two months ago. You'd expressed that you felt a little lacking in terms of how much you did and nearly took on a second job.

It's not like you needed it. You just felt like you weren't working hard enough.

Of course, Steph and Caitlin were quick to tell you otherwise and prove it. You made sure there was always company at home. You were there for them in ways any other person couldn't be. You always had a fresh, cooked, healthy meal for them.

You still worked your butt off with your current job. You earned nearly half the income in the house. On top of that, the house was always in top shape. You did maintenance, yard work, cleaning, organising, laundry. To them, that was more than enough.

So you kept that one to yourself, knowing you'd only be told otherwise and made a promise to yourself to work on that one later. Maybe a volunteer position might ease that?

Everything you did, your girls were right there with you when they could be.

God, you loved them.

As dinner slows to soft chatter, and as soon as you put your fork down, about to stand to clear the table, both of them stand up, Caitlin grabbing the leftovers to container them and put them away for later, Steph grabbing the dishes to put in the sink to wash.

You watched them move around the kitchen with ease, occasionally ribbing each other lightly, playful banter in the air as they cleaned up.

This was just a routine you'd have to get used to. You get scolded every time you try to do the dishes after dinner.

"Nuh uh, you cooked for us and cleaned all day. Pretty butt in chair baby, we'll finish this."

You took the opportunity to go and start the next load of laundry while they did that, not wanting to sit still for too long.

You hear footsteps pad from behind you into the laundryroom. And you turn to look at Steph, who's now leaning against the doorway, watching you.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, just admiring." A small smile pulling at her lips.

You shake your head slightly and bend down to pick up the next basket to move it, but a pair of hands pull you up, spin you around, and press you against the washing machine.

Steph quickly takes your lips with her own, and it just about knocks the air from your lungs. She lifts you to sit on the machine, and her hands are hot on your thighs, keeping you as close as possible.

Your legs wrap around her, and you chuckle softly as she immediately goes for your neck again.

She had a thing for leaving marks on you. Not that you minded. You never really had anything to do in town and were easy enough to cover when you did. Plus, you enjoyed the feeling of both of them claiming you like this.

Her mouth trails over the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth pulling at the skin and lips soothing the ministrations. Your hands slip up the back of her shirt, gently scratching the skin where you know it riles her up.

Her grip on your legs tightens a little as you do so, fingers digging into the skin, leaving you keening as she kisses you again.

Her tongue dips between your lips, leaving you whimpering softly, melting completely into her.

"You're so fucking sexy dressed like this baby. You have no idea how much I love seeing my name on your back."

You breathlessly chuckle as she returns to work on your neck.

"Oh, I think I have a little idea."

At that, she pulls you to the edge of the machine, nudging you to lift your hips as she pulls your underwear off from beneath you.

"I'm sure we can remedy that then and give you the full idea."

She drops to her knees, pulling her hair back with a hair tie and a small wink that, if you'd been standing, would have taken your knees out from under you.

Thankfully, the window in the laundry room is frosted, so it's not entirely obvious to the outside world what you're doing.

"Jesus baby, you're killing me."

Her breath fans your centre as she pulls you right to the edge of the machine. Her eyes meet yours as she wiggles her brows at you and you laugh.

"All in a days work."

"Yeah, yeah, now hush and fuck me."

Steph kisses at your inner thigh, a teasing smile on her lips. "So demanding."

With that, she kisses at your clit, tongue peaking out to swipe up your slit.

Your head lulls back, and you lean back fully on your hands with a soft moan. One hand moves to grip the back of her head as she moves her tongue in zigzags, moving just enough to work you up, but in no way near enough to finish from it.

"Steph." It comes out as a soft sigh, almost pleading with her.

"Shh baby, we've got time."

Her tongue lazily drags up your taste into her mouth as her lips wrap around your clit to suck gently.

You look down to make eye contact with her, fingers running through the loose hair, gripping it slightly. It makes you moan a little louder this time as she dips her tongue inside you.

"And to think, you told me you were just helping her do laundry."

You meet Caitlin's eye in the doorway, wondering how long she'd been standing there off to the side.

Steph pulls away for a moment, making you whine softly.

"Was wondering when you were gonna get in here."

"Baby, please." You urge Steph's head back towards you.

She tuts playfully at you, hands pressing your legs wider, as she signals your other girlfriend to join her. Caitlin just shakes her head.

"You said you could make her cum harder. Prove it."

"Technically, you said that, I only said it wasn't true in your case."

You groan out, a little frustrated now.

"Guys, fuck the techinicalities, can one of you please just continue, your head is between my legs, you should be making me cum, not arg- shiiitt"

Steph dives in just about straight away. This time, it's much more aggressive and leaves you bucking your hips against her face.

One hand slips away from your inner thigh and moves to press two digits to your entrance. Her fingers dip inside slow, teasing, and it sends tingles up your spine.

Her arm moves with her thrusts, bicep tensing with each stroke. Steph feels you clench around her fingers and speeds up her strokes to match your hips thrusting against her.

Her other arm has to eventually move to hold you down, though, in order to keep her mouth where you need it.

Your hips start to jerk a little more, and as her fingers curl just right inside you, you clench tightly. She knows you're close and speeds up a little, tapping your g-spot, throwing you closer as your chest starts to rise and fall rapidly.

Her tongue zigzagging harshly over your clit is what sends you over with a squeaked cry, curses tumbling from your lips.

Your toes curl, your eyes are clenched shut, and your fingernails bite into your palms as your orgasm crashes through you.

What Steph hadn't seen as she fucked you was Caitlin leaving the doorway and returning a second later. With something in hand.

She spots the forward, now wandering into the room with a short sleeve black away jersey.

As you come down from the high, a little hazey from the impromptu orgasm, you see Caitlin and spot whats now in her hand.

"We're gonna run a little experiment, baby, tonight is all about you."

You lift your head off the wall with a slight kink in your brow.

"Like y'all don't do that ceremoniously every other night."

Her hand comes up to rest on your cheek, thumb tugging gently at your bottom lip.

"But, if you let me finish, we see who can make you cum harder in who's jersey."

You whimper slightly, at the same time Steph removes her fingers from you and stands to your level.

"You get to cum as much as you want, but, at the end of each orgasm, give us a rating."

"Seriously?" You look at them a little unimpressed, you weren't physically prepared for tonight by any means and plus, they know well and true that you won't be able to answer them after the fifth or so orgasm.

Steph moves back to stand between your legs and kiss at your neck, mumbling into your ear.

"We can take it easy, and take as long you like baby, but you'll be cumming later either way."

You huff slightly before nodding.

"Jesus, you're both gonna be the death of me." You murmur, closing your eyes as her teeth nip at the new unmarked skin.

"Then, 7/10, the mouth work was 10/10, but the location was questionable. My ass hurts now too."

Her lips detach from your neck, and she pulls away with a pouty look on her face. "Sorry baby, rating's a rating."

With that, you feel a new pair of hands grab your legs.

You sit up to kiss Caitlin as she hikes you into her arms, lifting you off the machine completely and walking you to the bedroom, Steph trailing behind.

Your arms tighten around her neck, pulling her down with you as she tries to set you down, and you giggle softly at the look on her face when she lands on top of you.

She's nestled between your legs, and her hands keep her from entirely leaning on you, though you put an end to that and pull her down onto you, keeping your legs tight around her to take her full weight.

She smirks against your lips, and her hand slips between you, riding up under the black jersey. She grabs at your chest, palming it as she leans off to the side slightly to get more access.

You moan as she works at your chest, kneading and pinching at your nipple.

Suddenly, her weight disappears off you as she sits up and pulls you with her. You barely register her hands, pulling one jersey off and replacing it with her own.

The moment it's back on, you're pushed backwards again. This time, she's settled on either side of your left leg, straddling it. Her hands pull her own shirt off with you staring at her stomach as she does so.

She chuckles at your expression and leans down to capture your lips again.

Caitlin's hand moves between your legs, and you jolt slightly, still a little sensitive. Her finger rubs slowly at your clit, making you sigh softly into her mouth.

She pulls away with a small nip to your lower lip and kisses to your collarbone and slips down to level with your pussy.

You feel the bed shift to your left. It's Steph, but she doesn't move to touch you. You beckon her over, but she doesn't move, only shakes her head no at you.

You whine softly, "Why not?"

"Because we're not allowed to touch you while the other is doing her thing, those are rules, sorry baby."

You huff slightly, "Fuck the rules."

Caitlin raises a brow at Steph.

"Or you could let her do her thing and fuck you instead?"

You almost protest, but Caitlin's tongue interrupts you.

Her first swipe makes you let out a breathy sigh. Her next is much harsher, and you moan into the cool night air. She dives straight into you after that, and your head drops to the pillow beneath it, eyes clenched shut.

She works you up the same as the defender had, but when she sneaks two fingers into your entrance, you notice she's paired it with something else and it sends heat straight to your gut at the thought.

It's a vibrating ring.

When she snuck that on, you had no idea, but that thought quickly gets wiped away, as she fully pushes the first two fingers in and holds her third tight to the other two.

You can hear Steph protest from next to you.

"Cheating little shit."

Caitlin just winks cheekily at her and doubles her efforts. To your credit, you hold off for as long as you can, but in the end, her lips sucking harshly at your clit is what sends you over. And fast.

Caitlin has a smirk on her face as she brings you down. And when she pulls away, you give her a joking thumbs up.

"8/10, sneaky choice with the ring, but didn't it last long enough. Great mouth work, still wearing pants, though."

Steph growls at that.

"What happened to no outside influence?"

Caitlin shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

"It was technically inside her."

Steph huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine, how about we rework the rules since you so clearly won't stick to them. We'll make so we can use any toy to make her cum."

She turns to you, which you'd been watching them with hooded eyes and a small amused smile on your face.

"What about you, baby? Any input?"

"You know I'm not gonna have input, babe, I'm here for the orgasms and the entertainment."

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Caitlin.

"Well? What's your input?"

Caitlin taps her fingers on her chin, pretending to think for a moment.

"We can use anything?"

Steph sighs and nods.

"Within reason and at the discretion of Y/n."

Caitlin immediately sticks her hand out.

"Deal."

Steph raises both brows at her before shaking her hand and her own head at the girl. You giggle at the two. Your goofballs.

"Alright, back in a second."

She steps off the bed and heads into the walk-in wardrobe, pulling out a box you know all too well. She pulls off the lid and tosses it, setting the box down at the end of the bed before kneeling to dig through it.

You wiggle your way down, leaning on your elbows to look over at what she's pulling out. She goes to grab a small vibrator but stops when she notices you watching her.

She quickly shoos you back up the bed, and you whine but do so. She pulls out a few objects that you can't see and leaves them layed out on the carpet where you can't get a glimpse from your position.

The first thing she does is grab the blindfold and shift up the bed, straddling your waist. Damn, you were banking on her not doing that.

You sit up obediently, and she ties it around your head tightly, making sure to shift it so there's no chance for you to peak.

"This stays on for the rest of tonight, so there's no chance she sees what we're about to do. Senses heightened kind of thing. Tends to make you cum harder."

You hear Caitlin speak up from beside you.

"Eye contact is pretty hot though."

Steph scoffs.

"Good luck getting her to keep it."

You make a mock offended noise.

"Excuse me." You huff.

"Yeah, no, sorry babe, you kind of make it difficult when you won't sit still long enough." Caitlin chuckles slightly.

"Seriously?"

"Yup." Is Steph's answer and you pout softly.

She shifts off you and the bed moves as she steps off it. You hear some rustling for a bit before she gets back onto the bed.

"Turn over on your stomach."

You do so carefully as to not just fall off the bed, and Steph's hands guide your hips up slightly to slip a pillow beneath them.

A bottle lid is cracked open, and you assume it's lube.

"We agreed no butt stuff, right?"

Two seconds of silence.

"Baby, we talked about this, and been there done that was a big no, so yes, it's a no, no butt stuff."

"Just double checking" There's a little tone behind it. Steph sighs slightly, and Caitlin stifles a laugh.

"Alright, so the brat tone ends now."

"Geez sorry." You work out why she says it pretty quickly.

A smack to the left cheek makes you jump slightly.

"Yes."

Another smack to the right cheek.

"Yes Ma'am."

You can hear your other girlfriend snort behind her hand and your cheeks burn as you realise what you said.

"Not what I meant, but that's a better answer." You hear the surprised but amused tone behind it.

Steph continues, and you feel her fingers dip into you, the lube cold, and it sends shivers up your spine, and you sigh into the pillow.

There's some more rustling as Steph leans back off you for a second.

"God, Steph, you're gonna kill the poor girl."

That makes you perk up again suddenly.

"Babe..."

"Babe."

"Caitlin." It's said in a more stern tone.

"Steph."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Yes, Ma'am." She says it jokingly, and your cheeks only go redder at that.

You whine into the pillow lightly.

"Can we please drop that? It was in the heat of the moment."

"I'll think about it." Yeah, no, she's not gonna let that one go.

"Oh for the love of fuck Cait, please?"

"I said I'd think about it." Her tone is mocking yours now.

"Will you stop shit stirring?" Steph's a little annoyed by now.

You snort.

It's a not so soft smack now. And you yelp.

"Okay, sorry...Ma'am... Sorry, Ma'am."

"Are you done?"

"Caitlin." It's her final warning tone.

You assume Caitlin at least acknowledges that silently because you feel Steph's hands move your legs apart, and she kneels between them.

At first, you think it's the vibrator she went to grab earlier, but it feels much bigger than that, and it's definitely not any dildo you own or the red and white strap you have for that matter either.

You can tell it's a strap, though, judging by the fact you can feel Steph lean over you as she pushes the tip in.

It stretches you out enough that you have to gulp in air as she moves in slowly, eventually bottoming out, hips against your own.

"That's it, just breathe baby, you're doing so well. You can take it. I know you can." That has you whimpering as you grit your teeth and bury your face into the pillow below you.

You wiggle your hips a little to adjust to the stretch of it.

"That's a girl. Take your time."

Your hips push back a little, and you relax a bit more to take it better.

"Good girl." It's a little breathy now, and it sends goosebumps up your arm, and you keen under the praise. Her lips press soft kisses to your back and shoulder, a comforting touch when you need it.

She slowly pulls out and pushes back in. Her hips move carefully, letting you feel it drag against your insides as you calm your breathing to relax more and let the strap in better.

Her thrusts speed up a little, hips slapping against yours a little harder now, and you moan softly into the pillow.

The thrusts start moving faster, into more of a pounding motion, and she grabs your hair to turn your head to the side, away from the pillow muffling you.

"No hiding those noises from us, baby. Let them out. We want to hear you nice and loud."

That's paired with a particularly harsh thrust, and you cry out. She readjusts her hips, thrusting in at the new pace, and her arm wraps around your neck, pulling you back into her body while the other holds her up beside you.

The new angle makes the strap hit and brush against your g-spot and with a renewed vigor at that. You're moaning loudly and in time with her thrusts now.

She's fucking you so hard, the bed starts to shift a little, the frame rocking in time with you both.

Your legs start to shake around her, and she feels the resistance with every thrust.

"Taking my strap so well for me, baby, you wanna cum?"

Her voice is murmured next to your ear, breath hot on your skin.

"So c-close, p-please!"

You stutter each time her hips slap against your ass.

Steph sits back slightly, hand now pushing against the back of your neck, holding you against the mattress.

"Go ahead then, baby girl, cum on my strap, cum for me."

It only takes a moment, and her words make the knot in your stomach snap. Your vision goes white under the darkness of the blindfold, and your mouth drops open with a loud cry.

Steph's thrusts become a little ragged, but she pushes down her own orgasm and slows her high, instead continuing to help bring you down with slow thrusts.

She stops when you whine a bit. Your back rises and falls rapidly with your head buried back in the pillow.

A moment passes, and you're still silent.

Caitlin is now leaning forward on her elbows, sitting in a chair facing the bed, and her pupils have dilated from watching you both.

She watches as Steph leans down carefully, so as not to move her hips. She kisses your shoulder softly.

"You okay?"

You don't move, and you're silent for a second.

"...gimme a minute..."

A smug smile crosses Steph's lips.

"Take all the time you need, sweet girl."

You don't even have to see her face to know it's there. Her voice is enough to know.

"...I think... my deaf grandmother could have heard the smugness in your voice then."

Caitlin recovers enough to snicker at that.

Steph shoots you both a glare, you can feel it burning into the back of your head, and she purposefully jerks her hips, which makes you yelp slightly.

"Baaabe, geez, you just made cream on your cock, be happy."

Caitlin has to hold in a bigger laugh.

"Baby, from my perspective here. If you want to be able to sit on your ass tomorrow, I suggest shutting your mouth. Just, ya know, if Steph's expression is anything to go by."

Steph rolls her eyes.

"Fucking brat."

"Me? Pft never." There's a small smile pulling at your lips now.

Dead silence.

You feel her lean down, her breath fanning your neck, and you tilt your head slightly.

"Sorry.. I love you? 9.5 out of 10, couldn't watch you fucking me but I'm very grateful you made me cum. In fact so grateful, I'll be a good girl for the rest of the night...?" You let out a nervous laugh with it.

...

A soft chuckle in your ear.

"That's what I thought."

She sits up again.

"Still could have gone without the blindfold, though."

"Babe, oh my fucking god. Mouth." There's laughter behind it.

Steph just sighs... and pulls out without warning. Fast.

It leaves you shakingly empty, and you release any air you have left in your lungs.

"Jeeeesus fucking christ."

Two spanks to the left and right cheeks swiftly make you close your mouth.

"Alright, my turn." A thud where Caitlin suddenly gets up and goes to the end of the bed. Steph moves away from you and off the bed with a shaky wobble.

You sit up and pull Steph's jersey off, knowing the course of action now. You hold it out in the direction you think she is, and you hear her laugh from your other side.

Your face flushes.

"Sorry." And you hold it out in the direction of where she was laughing from. She takes it from your hand.

"That's okay, baby."

You can hear Caitlin moving things around in the crate. A couple of items drop onto the bed. One of them jingles slightly and you have a feeling you know exactly what that was.

"Okay!" And she claps her hands together.

"You good?" You ask, mainly concerned she might have lost it somewhere between Steph railing you and finding the handcuffs in the crate.

"Perfect, why?". "Also, you can turn over for me. Leave the pillow under your hips." You can hear the evil grin on her face as you do so.

"No reason." You flash your best innocent smile.

"Jesus, Caitlin, if I didn't end the poor girl, you will."

"Oh, don't you start." You laugh at that.

You hear Steph get up from her spot on the chair. And a small kissing noise.

"I'm sorry baby, proceed."

She returns to her seat.

"I'm gonna combust here if you wait any longer."

"You don't start with me either, because I can make this very complicated for you if you decide to get bratty with me."

"I can't help it. The 9.5/10s bring it out in me."

You hear Steph spit take. You were gonna get it now.

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It took about three hours overall. But it finally comes to an end. In the end, it's Steph who lasts the longest, but you nearly called it quits three orgasms ago.

Caitlin ends up with a leg cramp and has to throw in the towel. Your stubborn girlfriends finally managed to get it out of their system for the night.

Though they do end up bickering about who's jersey you should sleep in and you just sigh and order them to just grab you a plain Arsenal hoodie. They're more comfy anyway.

They're idiots sometimes, but they're your idiots. Your extremely territorial, competitive idiots.

You never did end up telling them who won.

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Oh god it's so fucking long, im sorry 😭

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secondcupforyou · 2 months

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seventeen as horrible pick-up lines, a carat/valentine’s day special 🩷🩵

disclaimer, this is purely for entertainment purposes and does not reflect who seventeen are as people.

pairing! ot13 (separate) x gender neutral! reader

warnings! light swearing

word count! ~1k words total

author’s note! i found a list of horrible pick-up lines and couldn’t stop myself…

Seungcheol

“I can't taste my cherry lip gloss! Can you give it a try?”

“Huh? Like you want me to try it out?” you asked as you rummaged around your bag. You had been trying to find your phone to get directions for the restaurant you got reservations for. After you found it, you looked up to see Seungcheol’s pouty face. At that, you realised he was probably asking for something less explicit. “Oh, was that you asking to kiss me? You should have been more clear.”

Jeonghan

“Are you iron? Cause I don’t get enough of you.”

”Last time I checked, I wasn’t Iron Man, so I would check somewhere else.” you joked. However, you weren’t fully expecting the whining that would come after it. As you began to laugh at his reaction, Jeonghan’s complaining got louder. Through broken laughs, you tried to speak, “C’mon, I know you could do better than that.”

Joshua

“On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you this weekend?”

You looked up from your textbook as you heard Joshua’s voice. The two of you were supposed to be working on a project your professor had assigned you for the week. As you looked into his eyes, his small smile irked you just enough to complain: “Can’t you ask like a normal person? If you did, then maybe I would be free.”

Before he could respond, you began to work on the assignment once again.

Jun

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

You had lost track of the amount of times Jun had used different pick-up lines throughout the day. It started when you first saw each other today, and it hasn’t stopped since. While it was endearing for you, you could also see the annoyance building up from your friends. With a quick laugh, you leaned into his ear to whisper, “I would stop before one of them ends up punching you.”

Soonyoung

“This date is like a big bowl of Frosted Flakes. It’s grrrrrrrrreat!”

When Soonyoung said this to you, you couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe it was because of his complete seriousness as he looked you straight in the eyes, or maybe it was because of the silence that filled the room before. Either way, you weren’t expecting him to tell you a stupid pick-up line.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you were finally able to ask as your laughs began to calm down.

Wonwoo

“Good thing I have a library card, because I'm checking you out.”

Maybe it was because you were at the library that this was so cheesy, but you don’t think it would change much. He quickly moved to continue browsing through the books on the shelves; however, you could see a hint of blush lie across his cheeks. It made you smile.

“Ya’ know,” you began, “if you didn’t read books, then this would have been more awkward.”

Jihoon

“To quote the poet Lee Woozi, ‘Even if my lips are dry, I need to say this, baby: I adore you.’”

“Did you just use your own song to try to pick me up?” you said as you attempted to close the door to his studio. You had just ran to get some snacks from the convenience store before the two of you worked on music for the night, so your hands were filled with snacks. After watching you struggle a bit with the door, Jihoon got out of his chair to close the door for you. You whispered a small ‘thanks’ before setting them down on the table.

Seokmin

“I thought happiness started with ‘h,’ but turns out it begins with ‘u.’”

“And my happiness begins with ‘seok’ and ends with ‘min,’” you laughed as you brought the cup of coffee to your lips. Looking up from your cup, you saw Seokmin’s bright smile at your joke; however, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by it. “That joke was so awkward. I’m sorry.”

Mingyu

“Can I get your soccer jersey? I really want your name and number.”

At first, the line went over your head. One, you don’t play soccer. Two, Mingyu already had both your name and number. Three, why would Mingyu even use a pick-up line while talking to you? Though, the longer you took to respond, the more he began to pout.

As you watched him sulk, you came to the realisation quickly, “Oh, wait, that pick-up line was directed at me?”

Minghao

“Are you a parking ticket? Cause you've got fine written all over you.”

Minghao’s face was distraught, almost as if he was currently questioning his sanity. The sight of it was comedic. You slowly began to laugh at the situation, asking the question, “Who dared you to say that?”

Once you asked that, you could see the relief on his face.

Seungkwan

“If you're a fruit, you'd be a fine-apple.”

“Damn, does that mean it’s cannibalism for me to eat pineapples,” you said as you picked a bunch of bananas. You and Seungkwan had been shopping for your groceries for the week as you had just run out of cooking ingredients. After checking the quality of the bananas, you put them in the cart you were pushing around. “Good thing I like tangerines then.”

Vernon

“Did I tell you I'm filthy rich and my mother's dead?”

“Okay, yeah, that is pretty bad,” you admitted as you picked up a piece of chocolate. The two of you had been reading through lists of pick-up lines to try to find the worst one. At first, it started as a bit of a competition, but you had slowly lost the competitiveness of it. Scrolling through your phone, you tried to find one that was just as bad to beat Vernon’s. “What about this one…”

Chan

“Math is so confusing. It's always talking about x and y and never you and I.”

“I know that was a pick-up line, but I feel like using the variables ‘u’ and ‘i’ would make it worse, “ you said as you finished up the math problem in your textbook. Chan laughed as he grabbed a pencil sharpener from your pencil case. “No, like, seriously. Imagine writing them even just a little bit differently then, all of sudden, it is a 0 or a 1.”

mirajane’s rambles! i actually have no idea how i did this in a couple hours. my found this website where they were referring to pick-up lines as “rizz” lines, and i spiralled lmao. i had fun tho

happy valentine’s and carat day, everyone! <33

all likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated!

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Ellie Williams hc <3

I’m a new author. Might not update much but I will when I can! Sfw. Not proofread.Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Ellie would definitely be an iPad kid. She would also get mad when you interrupt her while she’s eating ramen and on part 36 of the Lorax movie on tik tok

She prefers silver jewlary over gold. She might have her ears pierced and put small earrings in them. Definitely has some simple black metal rings

The girl can skate. Not saying she’s the best but she can do some simple cruising. But she tried to do tricks to impress you and ends up with bruises and cuts

Cannot talk to women for the life of her. When you met Ellie you complimented her outfit. She got nervous and wanted to compliment you back but damn you were hot. She ended saying “oh thanks nice elbows!” The poor girl never lived that down

Is a Fortnite god. But one time she was so hyped for the game that when she died at 2nd place she flopped on the couch so hard she broke a couch leg. Jesse was laughing so hard you could hear him through the headset

When she was little she used to put on a hoodie and her hair on her forehead and used to pretend she was a boy. She would take pictures of herself on her little iPhone6. You somehow got the pictures and laugh at them every now and then

Ellie actually keeps her nails neat and clean. She’ll clean then and file them so they’re not too long. She’ll even put on a coat of clear nail hardener. And for some reason it’s actually really hot

Has drafts on tik tok of her trying to do the “one line” challenges and a bunch of other tik tok Games. However she also has some drafts of guitar playing and a couple thirst traps here and there

She’s your personal chauffeur and will call you her passenger princess. She will blast your shared playlist and have one hand on the wheel and the other in your hand. She likes to mess with people so at a red light she will look at the car next to her and go 🤨✌️

Your saved as “babe💋” on her phone and your contact photo is a cute picture of you in front of a statue or piece of art from a museum. Meanwhile her contact name is “smelly ellie” with a silly picture of her tripping or making a funny face

*Smelly Ellie calling*

You: Hey Smellie

Ellie: STAWP🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

As of her occupation, she might actually be a co owner of a guitar shop that Joel bought. Either that or she might work as a mechanic in Tommy’s shop

She follows NASA on Instagram and liked every picture they post of a new image of a star or planet. She’d also send it to you and spit fun facts about it

Her favorite character on SpongeBob is Patrick. She thinks he’s so underrated and a comedic masterpiece. She watches every episode of the new spinoff “The Patrick Show”

The girl has the weirdest conspiracy theories that sound so weird but she makes them make sense. Like you’ll both be out at a restaurant eating and she’ll start telling you how she thinks the world will end

I don’t know about this one but I think she’d also be interested in the ocean. Marine life is just as cool to her and loves aquarium dates (when she’s not hunting down Abby)

When someone says something dumb on Instagram or Tik tok comments she’ll report them and then forget about it. Then when they reply two weeks later saying the user didn’t violate guidelines she’ll get mad again

I feel like no one talks about high school Ellie enough!! The girl played sports like maybe lacrosse and basketball. Joel was in the stands with her uncle Tommy cheering her on and you were with Dina holding a poster and had made a jersey with her name and number on the back. She was a little embarrassed but loved it

She and Jesse tried to convince Dina to let JJ enter a toddler race for a cash prize of 100 dollars

Sorry if this is so bad omg I’m just starting out but thanks for reading!!! This was fun I’ll definitely do more! Don’t be shy drop some recs!

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"Evasive Maneuvers" - Part 6

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Summary: You've been in love with Sebastian since the moment you knocked him on his arse on your first day. Entering your sixth year, you finally begin working up the courage to confess your feelings when he suddenly becomes the best Beater Hogwarts has seen in decades - and subsequently becomes the school's most eligible bachelor.

Author's Notes: *shakes this chapter like a jar of dog biscuits* besties, i'm so sorry for the little hiatus, but as usually summer college classes were kicking my ass 🫠 my last finals are tomorrow, and then i need to speedrun packing for my dorm etc.... i also really wanted to do this chapter justice, so it was written and rewritten at least five times before i decided on the final draft. anyway, back to our (ir)regularly scheduled Slytherin himbo

The second he loses sight of her in the swarm of students he really starts to panic. He starts pushing his way through the crowd toward the last spot he saw her, but it’s by far easier said than done. Imelda calls out for him to come back for the usual post-game debrief, but he shouts an excuse over his shoulder about going to the hospital wing. She could be anywhere, and he’s wasting precious time. Sebastian doesn’t think he was nearly this panicked when he plummeted toward the ground mere minutes ago. He stops, exasperated, and surveys the crowd.

Fuck it.

He hastily mounts his broom and yanks the handle upward. Hard. It’s possibly the fastest he’s ever taken off and the crowd beneath him cheers as he shoots upward and forward. As soon as he clears the quidditch pitch he’s scanning the grounds for a trace of her homemade quidditch jersey. The thought of her putting so much time and effort into the garment, all in support of him, forces a fresh stab of guilt between his ribs. His broom seems to sense his urgency and accelerates on its own. God, he’s such an ass. She’s never been anything short of kind to him, far kinder than he probably deserves, and he’s spent the last few days thinking nothing but the worst of her. No, he realizes with a jolt, not even the worst.

He’s been seething over the thought of her enjoying Weasley’s company. Merely being happy in his presence. Nothing malicious or untoward or even anything to do with him. Every new realization pricks him with equal measures of mortification and hope. How was he going to explain his recent actions without revealing his true feelings to her? He had no idea. At this point his one-track mind was focussed purely on finding her. He’d figure out the rest once he was sure no more tears adorned her face. Is this the type of bloke he was? So jealous that he’d rather cause pain than face it? He considers asking Anne for advice on the whole situation, but he already knows what his better half would say: “Just tell her how you feel.”

He shakes the thought from his head. Impossible. He couldn’t face the possibility of losing her if she felt the same way. And if she did? What if he wasn’t good enough for her? After all the pain he’d caused her in fifth year, and now this, what if she was better off with someone like Weasley? She deserves someone who will treat her heart with care. Someone who won’t coerce her into risking her life for dark magic. Although Sebastian had been true to his word about relinquishing dark magic, the guilt of his actions remained. Sometimes, on particularly dark nights, he’d wake to the sound of her wails and pleas as her body convulsed next to the remains of Noctua Gaunt, his hand would shake as he channeled the pain directly into her veins. Other nights he’d grip the sheets in a cold sweat, his body safe in bed, but his mind bound to the darkest parts of him he’d worked to repress. He could still feel the phantom rush of power as he held the relic. His blood sang with power as the resurrected dead moved to his every whim. And there, at the center of it all, her.

Terrified, resolute, courageous. Even as inferi clawed at her arms and Solomon appeared at the mouth of the cave, red with rage, she was still trying to save him. In his darkest of moments he wonders if he’d ever deserved saving at all. If she hadn’t knocked him unconscious, and if Anne’s curse hadn’t lifted as soon as Rookwood was destroyed, Sebastian knew he could’ve done a lot more damage. He knew he didn’t deserve her, but that didn’t stop him from wanting her. And oh, did he want her. She was radiant, inside and out. Even if she wasn’t the most beautiful witch he’d ever beheld, her heart and mind would enchant him all the same. She was always so quick to help others, so fearless in her every endeavor, it was a wonder she had any love left to give. She never failed to surprise him. She made him want to be a better man. She saw every flaw in his character, ran a gentle hand along every faultline in his heart and mended it with a selflessness rarer than the ancient magic gracing her person.

Sometimes he wanted to grab hold of her, tender yet so very sincere, and remind her that she needed to save herself, too. He wouldn’t insult her intelligence by suggesting that she was ignorant of her own needs. But one time, just one time, he wished she would put her well being above others’.

There was one question still nagging at the bag of his mind, a thread he had neither the time nor heart to unravel at the time. Why had she been so upset by his kissing Amelia? Was she perhaps still angry at him for ignoring her this morning? Why else would she -

Oh, hell.

It was impossible, no more than a pipe dream, but did she share his feelings? Why else would she have run away? He wanted more than anything to believe it, but what if he was wrong? He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If he confessed his feelings and she didn’t feel the same, he could lose her. But if she did, she could lose herself. He knew from experience that she’d go to hell and back just to fetch him, but she shouldn’t have to. Despite his best efforts he’d found numerous ways to hurt her in the past year. She didn’t deserve him. She deserved better. And if she wouldn’t make that choice herself, well, he’d just have to make it for her.

Sebastian was so lost in his thoughts he nearly missed the flash of green beneath him. Cursing himself, he circled back to her and flew lower. It was unmistakably her. His last name billowed as she walked quickly toward the castle. He descended rapidly, calling out her name and begging her to wait. She turned and their gazes connected. Even if she was angry with him he felt a glimmer of hope that at least he had a chance to fix things. He was so focussed on her, he didn’t realize he was about to fly right into a tree until she shouted a warning, but it was too late to stop. Branches whipped at his face, stinging as he plowed through the tree before his broom lodged between two trunks and he was thrown forward. He managed to latch onto the branch, narrowly avoiding a swift trip to the ground twenty feet below. For the second time that day the air was forced from his bruised lungs and he fought the urge to vomit. Despite the pain and mortification, Sebastian couldn’t help but feel that this was at least partially deserved. He heard creaking as the branches to his left shifted and he watched his broom plummet to the ground. Well, the handle landed first, and the brush followed a moment later. Great, he thought. Imelda was sure to give him an earful about this.

A brighter spot of green obscured the remains of his broom, and she looked up at him. He could almost hear a crack shooting through his heart as he took in her appearance. Her tears had smeared the green and silver paint almost completely off her cheeks. Her eyes were red-rimmed and every sniffle sent her shoulders trembling. At this moment he would have let go and fallen to the ground immediately if it meant he could wipe the tears from her face. Did he even deserve to? What right did he have to cause her grief and then swoop in like some undeserving savior?

She wordlessly raised her hands and reached out as though to pluck him from the branches. Blue light arced from her hands as she channeled her ancient magic. Sebastian felt himself being gently extricated from the twigs and leaves before those same gentle blue tendrils lowered him to the grass before her.

The pair stood still. The intensity of her gaze rivaled his, but neither took a step forward. The air felt heavy with implications, things still left unsaid. Say something! A voice screamed in his head. You made this whole bloody mess, so say something!

He took two steps toward her, and said, “I’m sorry.”

She made no move toward him, and if not for the near-imperceptible softening of her brow he might’ve thought she hadn’t heard him. “For what?”

The determined search of her gaze told him everything. They both knew what she was really asking. She was waiting for him to voice his feelings. To lay claim to every bit of stolen affection threaded through the moments they shared. He had to tell her. He needed to tell her, she deserved that much. He opened his mouth to speak and -

“I like you!” he shouted. She startled at his panicked outburst and he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. She looked at him, calculating and wary, before taking a step back. “Sebastian, you don’t have to say that simply because you feel guilty about-” he gave a frustrated groan and closed the distance between them in two determined strides. He frantically took her hands in his, held them gently, and whispered the truth he’d been so desperate to hide from.

“That isn’t why. Please, you must know that isn’t why,” he pleaded. A stray tear remained on the apple of her cheek and he brushed it away with a tender swipe of his hand. He let his touch linger for a moment before drifting back to clasp her hands. “You occupy my every waking moment. Even in sleep I cannot escape the thought of you. Nor would I ever want to,” he declared. Her eyes searched for any hint of insincerity, but she didn’t pull away from him. Sebastian took that as a sign of encouragement and continued.

“You are unlike any witch or wizard I have ever met. Kinder and braver than any soul I’ll ever meet, and my heart is irrevocably yours. You needn’t say anything, but know that it belongs to you. I’ve been a prick to you. I was selfish and scared and jealous, and I’m sorry for kissing Amelia. I won’t insult you by asking for forgiveness I know I don’t deserve, but you must know that I am yours, even if you want nothing to do with me.“

He finishes, breathless, and watches her. His brain is on fire and he’s pretty sure he’s run through the entire spectrum of human emotion in the last thirty seconds, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give her time to process everything he’s just thrown at her. He waits, and waits, and his palms begin to sweat. Shit. Was this the wrong time? Had he just royally fucked up whatever remained of their friendship? His gaze flicked up to her face, which had remained stoic beneath her runny makeup and the volley of emotion he had just flung at her. An agonizingly slow moment later she looked at him, really looked, as though for the first time, and she was livid.

There was fire in her eyes and blue magic arced from her fingertips. He took an instinctive step back as she leveled him with a stare rivaling the intensity of his own jackrabbiting heart. She swallowed thickly, and spoke.

“And how long,” she started, cocking her head. “How long have you felt this way?” He gulped. Was she going to hex him? Sebastian was sure he deserved it six ways to Sunday, but he would’ve at least liked more of a reaction to his confession before she blasted him to hell.

“Since fifth year?” he squeaked. He actually squeaked. Good gods, this was mortifying. He thanked whoever was listening that at the very least Ominis wasn’t here to witness the whole ordeal. He answered like it was a question, when really this one of the only truths he knew in the core of his being to be true.

She took a step toward him, her mouth agape and eyes narrowed in confusion. Hysterically, he thought it was the same look she adopted when Professor Binns roused her from her nap to answer a question during lecture. He gulped.

“Why on earth haven’t you said anything?!” she shrieked. He furrowed his brows and took a step closer to her. If she was going to immolate him, fine. For her he’d burn a thousand times.

“Because I know you don’t feel the same!” He shouted frantically. “You don’t! You can’t, and you shouldn’t! I’ve been awful to you, and you deserve better!”

She held her face in her hands, exasperated and inhaling deeply, before throwing her hands up and shouting to the heavens, “Of course I feel the same!” She cried. “Merlin’s bloody balls, how thick can you get?!”

He stilled. He’s pretty sure his heart had stopped beating around the same time the air in his lungs froze over. “What?”

At his single syllable all the anger seemed to seep from her figure. She crossed her arms, the blue lightning dissipating as her chest heaved. When she spoke she was gentle, careful.

“Sebastian, did you truly not know?” Her eyes were pleading, searching his for answers he wasn’t sure he could provide.

He spluttered. She couldn’t feel the same. She didn’t…”You’ve never given any inclination. And I didn’t want to do anything untoward or unwanted…” he trailed off.

She laughed. Not a cruel, mocking sound like he probably deserved, but chiding. It wasn’t unlike the chuckles he heard from her when one of her puffskeins tried licking her when she wasn’t looking.

“Sebastian bloody Sallow, I’ve been in love with you from the start. I don’t know how you could possibly think I don’t care for you, but please, banish the thought.” She declared softly. He suddenly realized how close they’d drifted. The red thread connecting his heart to hers always had a way of drawing them together. He looked down and she was nearly flush against his chest. Instinctively he drew his arms around her. Something sharp poked his chest and he brushed it aside. It was the necklace he’d given her. Within the gilded confines the stone glowed a deep, confident blue. A memory sparked somewhere in the back of his mind as he recalled the parchment the vendor had given him. Blue - truth.

He dropped the pendant as though it had burned him. She was telling the truth. She loved him, truly and completely, and he loved her the same. Everything he wanted was within his grasp, if only…If only he were someone more deserving. If only he were someone who could keep her safe and care for her in the ways she deserved. He looked down and her eyes were drifting closed. Just before they fluttered shut her gaze flickered to his lips. That’s funny, when had he started dipping his head toward her? His composure faltered - and good gods, no man could be strong enough for such temptation-

But he needed to be. Sebastian Sallow might not be the man she deserves, but he would be a man strong enough to keep her from making the mistake of choosing him. His eyes shot open and he pressed a gently finger to her lips. “Wait,” he whispered. She stilled and stopped. Gods, her lips were soft beneath his touch. And the way she was looking at him, with such open vulnerability, twisted the dagger he held to his own heart. She was confused, waiting for him to say something.

He released her and took a step back. And then another, and another. “We can’t. You can’t feel this way for me. I’ll only hurt you again, and you deserve better.” He broke her gaze hung his head. “So much better…”

When he looked up at her again, he almost wished he hadn’t. The tears were back, and this time her lip was trembling. He strode toward her, holding out his arms in comfort, but she held up a hand. It was trembling, and blue lightning crackled across her palm, but her voice was steady as she spoke.

“Nobody makes my decisions for me. Nobody. You can tell me that you love me, or hate me, or anything in between. But you don’t get to stand there and tell me how I am meant to feel. If you don’t want me, then just say so. I deserve that much.”

Sebastian was truly and utterly speechless. He did want her, more than anything, but he couldn’t trust himself to keep her from harm on his behalf. He couldn’t draw her back into his arms knowing that he didn’t deserve her, but telling her that he didn’t want her? That would surely kill him. So he stood, silent, and said nothing at all.

As the seconds drew on, she seemed to take his lack of response as an answer all the same. She nodded her head once before stalking past him back to the castle, and he got one good look at the pendant as her shoulders shook with sobs. Black - anguish.

Bonus Author's Note: besties, no matter how much you love someone, never let anyone make your decisions for you or tell you how you feel. you are irreplacable and nobody has the right to save you for later <3

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Jellyfish | Tee Higgins

Summary: a Jellyfish tank in your boyfriend's house, what could go wrong?

Pairing: Tee Higgins x Reader

Requested: Yes | No based on this request.

Warnings: mentions of jellyfish as pets? suggestive content, i think that's all.

Note: This has taken exactly two months and I apologize! I am finally rolling with requests so let me know if you want me to write anything. Also, if this isn't what you wanted, feel free to let me know. This was requested by an anon, so I cannot tag a certain account!

*Not edited or proofread*

Word count: 2.01k

When your boyfriend, Tee, had mentioned getting a Jellyfish tank. You thought he was joking, that was until you walked into his house and noticed big boxes sitting on his living room floor. It was then that you noticed he had bought a Jellyfish tank, and he was getting ready to buy some to put into the tank.

“Hey baby,” Tee greeted as he got up and placed a kiss on your cheek and gave you a quick hug. “How many Jellyfish do you think I should buy for the tank?”

Y/N eyed the boxes before turning her attention to her boyfriend. It was offseason and she knew that he would be back at practice before too long. “You’re actually making a tank?” she asked carefully. “I thought that was just a dream.”

Tee shrugged his shoulders before looking at the computer in front of him, “Why not make It a reality?” He spoke his eyes while staying trained on the computer. “You think three would be enough? What light should I get?”

“I think three is more than enough.” Y/N mumbled not sure on how this whole experience would go. She knew that it had been on her boyfriend’s mind for a minute, but she didn’t know that her boyfriend had been serious. She thought it was one of his intriguing thoughts.

Y/N was right that three was more than enough, seeing as the Jellyfish had not survived the trip the first time. Tee was disappointed that he would not be able to put Jellyfish in his tank right now and He was looking for a safer way to get them to his home. He had to start practicing within the next few days and he was finally getting his tank installed correctly by someone he had paid to come do it.

“Be honest with me, am I getting too crazy?” Tee asked Y/N as he watched the men put the tank together easily and do it in no time.

Y/N shrugged her hands wrapping around his muscular arms, “Maybe a little, but it is why I love you so much.” She muttered, leaning up and giving him a quick kiss on his lips. “Whether I act like it or not, I want whatever you want because I want you happy.” She added honestly giving his arm a squeeze before heading to the master bedroom and grabbing her extra work uniform. She always left clothes here in case she ended up staying all night with him. “I have to go to work but I will see you later.” She told him before kissing him quickly and bidding each other goodbye to head off so she could support herself. One thing she would never do is ask Tee for money or use any of his money, because she has a great Job and can support herself.

It had been two or three months since Tee had gotten his Jellyfish tank installed and he had still yet to put any Jellyfish in it, but the Bengals games had started so his time to focus on his tank was limited. Today they were facing off against the Buffalo Bills in Cincinnati. Y/N had gotten herself ready in her Higgins Jersey and headed to the stadium. She knew that she could meet up with Tee’s mom and sit next to her so they could support their boy together.

Y/N grabbed her clear bag out of the passenger seat of her car once she had found a parking spot and made her way into the stadium. She was a bit early, but lines to the games started to get long within two or more hours before the game. Everyone wanted to make sure they could see the boys practice and warm up.

Once getting past security and getting her pass, she made her way to the stadium seats, Tees mom usually showed up around 30 minutes after her, so she knew that her man’s momma would be there soon. Y/N had made sure that her tickets were next to the field so she could easily reach Tee in case of emergency, but mainly because she could see him for a moment before the game.

“You look fine, can I get those digits?” A voice called up to you as a grin spread on your face. Your heart filled with love as you turned around and walked to the edge of the seats.

You shook your head and thought for a moment, “I have a boyfriend, I don’t think he’d be so happy to share me.” You responded finally leaning over to where you could meet him face to face.

Tee grinned, his perfect smile causing your smile to grow back once more. “You right,” He nodded. “You look great in my jersey, baby.” He then leaned up to meet you in a kiss. It was quick but passionate so attention wouldn’t be drawn to you too consistently.

“You say that every time.” You muttered when the kiss ended.

“Only speak the truth,” He shrugged before Chase was calling him over. “I’ll see you after the game.”

You nodded before leaning down a placing a “good luck kiss” on his cheek and lips, “Go beat those Bills.”

“That’s the plan.” He winked before starting to walk away, He paused for a moment and turned around to face you again, “I love you.” He added before running over to the guys he considered his brothers.

“I love you.” You mumbled to yourself before turning back and walking the couple steps to your seat. Tee’s mother had joined by the time that you had gotten done talking to Tee. “Hey, how are you?” You asked as you gave Tee’s momma a hug before sitting down beside her.

You and Tee’s momma made small talk while you waited for the guys to come out after they finished warming up. “Is he still wanting Jellyfish?” His momma asked you to know that he had discussed this with both woman on many different occasions. “He told me about the mishap.”

You nodded at the mention of his last Jellyfish purchase, “Yeah, He still wants some.” You assured her as the team came running out and you two stood up so you could cheer your man on. “I actually got paid last week and there’s some supposed to be delivered today, I was counting on beating him to his house and getting it ready.” You explained as they did the coin toss and the kickoff started.

“That is very sweet of you, He is so lucky to have someone care for him like you do.” She gushed as the game in front of the two progressed. “He was worried about finding someone because of his job and he didn’t want someone who wanted him for the wrong reasons. I am beyond thankful that he found you.”

You teared up hearing how highly Tee’s mom talked about you. Never had you had any potential in-laws to talk so kindly to you. Most of the time, your ex’s parents didn’t like you or had other things to say about you. It felt nice to have someone on your side since you were deeply in love with her son. “Thank you, that means a lot.” You told her honestly as you blinked the tears away. “I truly love him, and you’re his favorite woman so I am happy that we have this bond.” You explained.

After the conversation settled, you guys’ paid attention to the game. With Tee’s momma yelling at him from the stands to catch the ball, not to drop the ball, and so on. In the end, the Bengal’s had beaten the Bills and it was a win under Cincinnati’s belt.

After the game, you had spoken to Tee’s mom for a bit longer before bidding her farewell and safe travel. You had also found Tee and told him that you were heading to his house, and he could meet you there. To which he agreed and understood because he would be a minute. So, you had made sure to rush to his house, but made sure to be careful enough to not wreck. You had to get his Jellyfish in the tank before he got home so you could surprise him. He hadn’t known that they were ordered and since they were on the cheaper side compared to the items he usually bought, you made sure to buy them for him.

Once arriving at his house, you located the Jellyfish and googled and watched videos on how to properly transfer them so they would not die or have any issues. Once watching the videos and you felt you could safely transfer them. You placed them in the tank and made sure the tank was officially ready.

Once the Jellyfish were in the tank floating around, you made sure to turn the lights off, so they would emit the light of the tank. After watching them intrigued, you quickly tracked Tee’s location before facetiming his mother so you could ask her what she thought.

“Is it set up?” she asked after the initial starter conversation.

“Yes,” You replied as you flipped the camera and showed her the three Jellyfish floating in the big tank that he had bought. “Do you think he’ll like it?” You asked nervously. What if he wanted to buy the Jellyfish himself? What if he had a change of heart? Tee was someone who hated it when you spent your money on him, because he felt as though he had enough money if he ever wanted or needed anything. Which is why you resulted in the Jellyfish since they were $30 apiece.

“Oh, I think he’ll love it.” She spoke with so much emotion in her voice. “I sure do hope that you’re going to be my daughter-in-law.”

You spoke to his mother for a few more minutes before getting off the phone once you tracked your shared location and he was in the driveway. You quickly rushed through the living room and to the front door when you heard the door open.

“Why are the lights off?” He asked once he noticed you walking up towards the door.

You gave him a smile, “I have a surprise for you!” You spoke with excitement. It was getting harder to keep this a surprise and you were beyond happy that he would be seeing what you had been keeping for the past week.

A smirk appeared on his face for a moment, “What kind of surprise?” he asked in a certain tone.

You scoffed a bit knowing where he was going with it but brushed it off as you grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. The LED light lit up most of the space and the three Jellyfish floated around in the cylinder fish tank that he had bought.

Tee’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of the Jellyfish in his tank that he had gotten installed. “Did you buy those for me?” he asked as he turned to you.

You shrugged a huge smile on your face, “Who else would I buy Jellyfish for and store them in your house?” You asked rhetorically.

“I love you so much!” Tee mumbled before turning and pulling you into a hug. You already knew how excited he was, seeing as he was usually cool, calm, and collected. Yet, he was becoming Giddy like a child on Christmas morning because he officially had Jellyfish in his house. “You are the best girlfriend ever.”

You shrugged a cocky smile making its way on your face, “I try.” You joked before meeting him in a kiss full of passion and love. “Seriously though, I love you and I hope you understand how much you mean to me. Think of this as payback for all the “because you’re having a bad day” gifts that I have received from you.” She explained, noticing the happiness all over his face.

“I’m going to marry you one day.”

“That’s the plan, Tamaurice.”

#tee higgins x reader #tee higgins #tee higgins imagine #nfl player x reader #nfl fandom #nfl imagine #nfl players #imagines #cincinnati bengals #bengals

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so i want (finally after months of this sitting in my drafts) to say some things about dana winters-drake, because she, along with jack and janet fascinate me. and i'm going to preface this and say: yes, i know she was created and written by terrible sexist writers, a lot of her more negative traits are because terrible sexist writers don't understand or care about how to write women and write them as laughably wtf, and none of what i'm saying means that i think she deserved her ultimate fate (she definitely did not, and i am mad about it). but! she is more complex than just a generic good mom and she has some really interesting negative characteristics to me. and i'm gonna put this under a read more, because this is probably going to get long

#1 dana as the worst physical therapist in the world:

so i'm going to start with my main point of contention(? i don't know, maybe not that strong) with her: her introduction. she's introduced as jack's physical therapist, and i will not lie, this comes very, very close to absolutely ruining her completely for me and the only reason is doesn't is because i'm aware of who created her, so it's not her fault. i'm am absolutely biased about this, i will admit it. i find this personally abhorrent on every level due to personal reasons, and there is no way anyone will ever convince me that this is not that bad. there is no situation in which dana is not a total monster for this. and i am correct about this. i promise you i can argue every "but" you have about it. i'm sorry. (unless, of course, your argument is 'but this is comics and we don't ascribe that much real life morality to comics', in which case: fair. that's true.)

because i want to make it clear: jack sucks, but dana is the one in the wrong here when it comes to them getting in a relationship. i see a lot of "but she was way younger than him" kind of framing her as an innocent young ingenue to jack's older, predatory ways and i'm over here like...that's not how this works at all.

because dana was the professional in the patient-provider relationship. jack shouldn't have been weird or flirty with her, absolutely, please don't harass your health care professionals (but it also tracks! a survey of physical therapists showed that 84% reported being sexually harassed at work from a patient during their career. so yes, of course jack, a man in his 40s-50s would absolutely try to flirt with his PT, 100%) but the thing is...there's nothing actually stopping jack from trying to flirt with his PT. it's annoying and he shouldn't, but there's no laws against it. dana is the one who has the moral, legal, and ethical obligation to maintain a solely professional relationship with jack (yes, even if she is younger than him-also, i promise you, she was at least 24-25 even being introduced in the 90s. at that time physical therapy was largely a master's program following a 4 year bachelor program. she has a fully developed frontal lobe. she's old enough to know her responsibilities. you don't graduate from school for physical therapy or any other rehabilitation job knowing anything but getting with a patient is the #1 no-no, go directly to jail, do not pass go, etc). she is the healthcare provider in this relationship. jack can flirt with her until the cows come home and it's her responsibility to shut him down every time.

because!! there's a little thing called a practice act. it governs what a licensed professional is and isn't allowed to do. and look, i found new jersey's. highlighted just for you. no amount of ~but they're in love~ will help here. no excuses dana!!

i just live in a world where she loses her license to practice after she gets together with jack, okay. like, tbf, she doesn't get shown actually going on dates with jack until after he can walk again in robin #15, but this is nowhere near at least 3 months after he's done with his rehab. like. it's heavily implied that their relationship basically started while she was actively treating him. like. is he even done with his rehab at this point? he mentions he's almost there wrt his walking so is she still his physical therapist? it's never made clear when she stops. dana starts sleeping with him a few issues after this, so god, i hope so.

anyways, even if she had waited three months after terminating their patient-provider relationship, there's various other reasons why her choosing to get together with jack at all after being his physical therapist is a little morally sus even if technically legal. because here's a list of things that dana would technically probably have access to/know about jack as her patient:

does jack have erectile dysfunction issues as a result of his neurologic damage from the poison? she has access to his medications, so she knows.

does jack have depression/other mental health issues from the loss of his wife/is he getting therapy/is he on anti-depressants? it's probably in his chart as a part of coordination of care. is that mental health stuff relevant to his care at all? in this case probably, given the fact that his quadriplegia is wrapped up in the incident that also murdered his wife.

has she worked with jack at all about modifying sexual positions on account of his impairments? pts will discuss this with patients if it's relevant to their care. they actually learn in school on how to educate patients with quadriplegia on how they might have to modify their intimacy with their partners in case it's relevant to care.

patients tend to confide in their PTs a lot. a lot. since they tend to see their rehab providers a lot more than other providers, patients are far more likely to confide a lot of really personal stuff to them because of the rapport/trust that builds between them over time. has jack cried over janet in his sessions with dana? has jack talked about his insecurities about how things will never be the same for him or his mobility and how that makes him feel? has he discussed his frustration at his progress or lack thereof? i cannot stress how much dana has probably gotten to know jack over the course of their rehab together, really sensitive stuff, and then to turn around and get into a relationship with a patient after having been entrusted with that sensitive information about them? would be extremely sus on the part of that provider. would you feel comfortable if that was your dad? you shouldn't.

like, this is fundamentally a very intimate and delicate patient case given everything that jack has been through. which makes it even more important that a clear line of professionalism is drawn and maintained. and dana didn't do that, clearly.

#2. dana prioritizes her position as jack's partner over her position tim's "mom"

now, i don't think this is a bad thing, necessarily! she is, after all, tim's step-mom and she made it clear from the beginning she had no intention of taking tim's mom's place. and she and tim do see each other as family and clearly care about each other. i think she's a very good step-mom, actually! she's willing to listen to tim and she tries to be a mediator between him and his dad/advocate for tim.

that being said, she almost always will capitulate to jack's position in the end. she might try to get jack to ease up, but she never really actively fights against jack's final decision on what to do with tim. remember the tv ripping out of the wall incident? in robin #45?

this happens after dana came in and talked to tim and said she'll talk to his dad about jack hearing out tim's side of the ariana story. she does, because jack comes in hoping to talk things out and when tim is ignoring him he does this lovely move. so what does this have to do with dana? well here's the thing: dana is still only dating jack at this point. she's not married to him, she can leave at any time. if she's over at their house, there's no way she missed this happening. did she wonder why jack came back from his talk with tim with tim's tv at all? did she shrug it off when she heard him start screaming at tim (remember, drake manor is big but it's not that big)? she clearly accepted that jack grounded tim for weeks after this. she's clearly not opposed to staying in a relationship with a man who would do this to his son. which says something about her. no matter how awful jack treats tim (in front of her even) she maintains a very harmonious relationship with the man and continues to want to be in a relationship with him, so as much as she might try to surface disapprove of jack's treatment of tim, in the end she'll shrug and accept it because she won't implode her relationship with jack over his treatment of tim. she definitely prioritizes her place as jack's partner. see robin #66, jack yelling at tim for running away back to gotham city right in front of dana. she's still not married to him!! this could be a deal breaker for her and it's not!!

here's her being clearly fine and going with jack on a vacation to blizzard central chicago, il right before the holidays in the dcu holiday bash iii.

here she is being more concerned about when jack is going to ask her to marry him when he's sending tim to boarding school as punishment for no man's land in robin #74:

like none of this is mutually exclusive with her being a pretty nice step-mom to tim. just that is she's okay and is a person who wants to be in a very good relationship with jack drake, she has to be someone who accepts jack's treatment of tim. she doesn't want to actually rock the boat with jack in a way that would actually jeopardize her relationship with him, as much as she tries to soften his treatment of tim.

she's clearly okay with jack just calling tim in robin #78 to tell him they're getting married. she's popping toasting to celebrate as he does this. she never said, hey jack, maybe we should tell tim in person?

#3. dana is kind of judgemental about tim's girlfriends in defense of tim/lowkey a little sexist and she's a fair representation of a republican woman.

now, this one is fair to ignore because it was written mainly by dixon and willingham, but also the sexist things she's said/implies about them is actually fairly realistic imo because the republican older women i know have said things along the vein of things dana has said. in robin #45 she says this weird thing about ariana

by saying she is implying that she knows that ariana is actually the one at fault for this entire mess and tim has to protect her reputation and saying that ariana would have a "reputation" if it came out that she was actually the one at fault. which. maybe in the 90s, but also this is a very old, conservative viewpoint on women so.

and then in robin #124 where she defaults to blaming stephanie for corrupting tim (also, she's like "jack we shouldn't do this" but then. like. doesn't actually fight him and stop him from doing this she let's him do this. then is like sigh, guess i'll make tim's favorite lasagna rather than actually fight and stop jack from doing this).

which yea, willingham. but given that dana has defaulted to defending tim over his girlfriends in the past re: ariana, i actually think it's quite in line for a more conservative woman like dana to be super nice to their son's girlfriends up until their son potentially looks bad and then immediately turning their backs on them because or the idea that their sons ~could never~. like. i hear the following things from conservative women at least 3x/week (paraphrased):

oh, well, girls you know. they're so much more drama than boys.

my boys were so easy, but my daughter? oh god, i can't even begin with her

girls are so catty. boys are so much easier to deal with.

my son has this girlfriend. i just. i. hmmm. i just don't know about her. she's. she's. she's okay, i guess. i have some concerns.

as for how i know she's a conservative woman? she's happily and harmoniously married to jack and she's a PT in bristol township. i am 110% certain she's a registered republican. with her moral ambiguity and slighy sexism she reads as a fairly realistic conservative to me.

anyways in conclusion, i think she's actually a lot more complex than just generic good step-mom! she has a lot of failures and negative characteristics that makes her more interesting to me than just good sainted woman who puts up with jack and tim. she has her own faults. we do have to remember that she had a very good relationship with jack and saw how he treated tim and was largely okay with it. maybe jack was someone she thought she could change. maybe she agreed with him on a lot of things. jack and dana have the harmonious relationship that fandom wants jack and janet (a very volatile and ultimately ill-matched relationship) to have had!

anyways here's one final panel from robin #100 of dana saying that tim could just get a job and help out with the family finances after jack lost the company that i couldn't think of where else to put it (like, she's probably joking. but clearly this is something both she and jack find funny to joke about.)

#dana winters #jack drake #tim drake #batman #dc

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melissaschemmentisglasses · 1 year

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work wives: “Do you ever regret this, what we have?”

Listen… I audibly gasped reading that sentence and based on that gasp, this was created by my silly little brain while listening to this song. Also, I’m sorry it took me 3 business days to write this 😅

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Melissa huffs and kicks at the air at her last futile attempt at getting some sleep.

A single question running wild through her head as her mind replays the conversation she and Barbara had on the car as they made their way to Philly from New Jersey.

Do you ever regret this, what we have?

It was always like this when Barbara wanted to run away from her marriage or when Gerald was out of town. They would go some place where no one could recognize them -where no one could recognize Barbara- and act like the most perfect couple.

Melissa loved part of it; She loved to hold Barbara's hand without the fear of the older woman recoiling at the gesture, she loved to be asked how long they've been together and just say over a decade because it was the truth, this thing they had had started over a decade ago, Melissa loved how Barbara was with her in their blissful weekends of play pretend. But she specially loved that Barbara would tell her a million "I love you's" in public, not like the whispered ones she was used to when they were between the 4 walls of her room, late at night after a few too many glasses of wine and the excuse of how Barbara needed to stay at Melissa's house and not to worry because the guest room was set up for her.

Kicking the comforter off she decides to just leave the bed and sit by the balcony on her window. Her traitorous mind replaying the conversation that she’s trying to erase from her memory like a movie for her to dissect and criticize.

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The car was parked outside Barbara's house, they had been sitting inside for almost 10 minutes now, letting the real world sink in: Their play pretend time was over.

Melissa refused to look at her lover as she gripped the wheel, afraid that if she looked at Barb leaving her car and entering her house as her husband greeted her, the memories of the weekend would fade away with her.

"Melissa" Barbara said softly, trying to gain the stubborn woman's attention.

Silence.

"My darling girl” she tried again, this time with the term of endearment she knew Melissa loved the most “Please look at me”

And Melissa fell for the trap as her head moved in her direction.

"Do you ever regret this?" She gestured between them "What we have?" Barbara asked, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze the whole time, her eyes searching for any indication of Melissa's feelings.

Melissa gave her best fake smile while shaking her head 'no' before speaking the lie she no longer believed herself, the one that used to be her best lie when Barbara questioned if things were okay between them.

"I don't regret what we have Barb" she responded looking down to grab Barbara's hand and lacing their fingers "You're my best friend and I love you" she found Barbara's eyes to convey that her words were true -well, they were actually far from it but Barbara didn't need to know that- "This thing that we have is good enough for me" she nodded.

And somehow that was enough for Barbara. That was always good enough of a response for Barbara. Grabbing her bag from the backseat of Melissa’s car she gave her a quick kiss before getting out and entering her house.

Melissa let out a sigh and started her drive to her own house, praying for the kaleidoscope of memories flashing through her mind to never end.

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She chuckled bitterly as she recalled the lies she told Barb.

Melissa hated that after so many years, this had started to bother her. The timing wasn’t great but if she was true to herself, she wanted so much more from Barbara.

And in lieu of being true to herself, she knew that Barbara would not give her what she wanted.

So with a shake of her head to clear her thoughts and a few she’d tears being wiped off she went back to bed and reminded herself that being Barbara’s best friend was enough, being her lover was enough, that when they went away on the weekends and could act like a real couple was enough.

#work wives #my writing #melissa x barbara #barbara howard #barlissa #melissa schemmenti #I’m not the best at angst but this would not leave me tf alone #writing prompt

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sehunniepotwrites · 2 years

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(it’s nice) to have a friend | one

SYNOPSIS. Best friends since childhood just don’t become lovers overnight. Sometimes, there are speed bumps along the way. One is that you are secretly in love with Jeno who is smitten with someone else, more specifically, your pretty roommate. And the other is that he asked you to be his fake girlfriend in order to gain your roommate’s attention. No other sane person would say yes to a situation like this but then again, you weren’t sane, to begin with. In situations like this, you wonder how much of a fool you were with going through this plan. In situations like this, Lee Jeno thinks it’s quite nice to have a friend like you.

heartbreak prince | you are in love | cruel summer | how you get the girl

You’re halfway through your first semester of college and you are still not a morning person. You have had difficulty waking up in the morning since you were a kid; because you weren’t living at home anymore, Lee Jeno had the honor of being your daily wake-up call. It should’ve been your sweet roommate’s job but Choi Ara’s voice wasn’t enough to keep your eyes open. Jeno, on the other hand, could make his voice boom throughout the room if he wanted to. Being someone who was at your side since you were eight, he had done it many times before in the past. You could recall the countless times he did it during the weekends while growing up, his voice ringing in your ear as he shoved you off the bed.

Now, it’s a little different. One word out of his mouth—whether soft or loud—and your eyelids are fluttering open. Maybe it’s because you’re used to his voice.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

Or maybe, it’s because you love him.

Deep in your sleep, you didn’t hear or feel the vibrations of your phone when he texted you. You didn’t hear the sound of your dorm room swinging open or your roommate greeting him with a smile. But you did hear him. Just him.

You rub the sleep away from your eyes as you stretch and try to adjust to how bright the room is. The lights are on and Ara is humming away by her makeshift vanity on top of her dresser. Like always, she looks pretty and you can’t help but frown at how effortlessly gorgeous she is in a crewneck, biker shorts, and a cap. You shouldn’t feel this way but you’re secretly filled with envy. The insecurities inside you continue to build up as your eyes remain on her.

The trance you’re in is broken by someone clearing their throat. “I said, good morning, beautiful,” a deep voice calls from your open door.

Your head turns and lands on Jeno—who like your equally beautiful roommate—looks effortlessly handsome. His hair is neatly styled and his defined chest is covered by a button-down shirt; you hold back a swoon. In his hands is a cup of coffee—medium roast, hazelnut creamer, and three Splendas—and a croissant, your usual order from the cafe down the block. It had been your order since high school; it was almost impossible for Jeno to get it wrong.

The boyish grin he wears combined with the sass in his words makes you roll your eyes from underneath the hoodie you wore. Your best friend’s hoodie to be exact, one that had his name and old high school ice hockey jersey number printed on the back. Back during your senior year, he had lent it to you for Senior Night. The tradition was for a senior’s significant other to wear it during the game to show support. Since he had none, it had been handed to you. It was also a favorite of yours, so instead of asking for it back, Jeno merely let you take it home and never return it. Besides, the player thought you looked cute with the hood thrown up and the strings tied in a bow to keep your head warm in the arena. Why would he take back something that only highlighted your cuteness?

“Feel far from that but thanks for the coffee, Jen,” you reply with a yawn that you cover with a sweater paw.

You slip out of bed and take the coffee from his hands. The boy leans against the door frame, watching you as you take a long sip of the caffeinated delight you held in your palms.

“You’re welcome,” he whispers as he pushes your messy hair out of your face. The action makes you hum.

“You are a godsend,” you sigh as the warmth takes over your body. You can already feel the caffeine kicking in to wake you up.

Jeno chuckles, the sound of his lower register making your heart slow down for a moment and speed up the next. He kisses your temple in the sweetest way and you lean into his comforting side as he does so. The press of his soft lips lingers long enough for your roommate to see when she leaves the room to head to her first class of the day.

“Wow, wish I had a cute boy to bring me coffee in the morning,” Ara dramatically sighs with her book bag in hand as Jeno pulls you closer into a good morning hug.

You find yourself snuggling into his firm chest, basking in his scent. The fabric of his button-down shirt cools your heated face and you want to remain in this position. His arms always feel like a safe haven to you but the sound of his rapid heartbeat tears that feeling of security away. You bite your lip harshly as it grows faster and faster; the iron taste of blood mixes with your sweetened coffee.

“I have a couple of cute guys you could be interested in!” you yell down the hall. Ara simply raises a manicured middle finger while walking away, the length of her ponytail swinging with each step she takes.

As soon as your roommate is out of sight, Jeno lets you go and wordlessly hands you your warm croissant. Another frown takes over your bleeding lip as his gaze lingers on the door Ara just walked through.

“Do you think Ara bought it?” he asks as he rips his sight from her disappearing figure.

“I mean, she’s clearly jealous of us,” you reply as you take a bite out of your croissant. “Ten points to us, I guess.”

“Do you think this will work?”

You open the door to fully let him into your room. Jeno follows behind you, kicking the door closed with his foot. “No, I think this is the stupidest plan in the entire universe. There are other ways to make a girl notice you, you know.”

“Yeah but you went with my stupid plan anyway,” Jeno replies cheekily as he plops onto your soft bed.

He hugs one of your pillows, infiltrating your space with his signature scent, and closes his eyes. His hair flops backward to uncover his forehead and the sun hits his handsome, almost princely face so perfectly that your eyes have no choice but to follow his every move. With each second your stare lingers on his features, your heart forms another crack. It had been breaking for a while now, the reason being the person in front of you: your best friend, the prince of your imaginary fairy tale, and the secret owner of your heart.

“Well then, I guess I’m just as stupid as you are, Lee Jeno,” you say with a smile that only showcases how deeply your heart is aching.

No other person can go along with his idiotic plan. Then again, it wouldn’t have been believable any other way. You’re one of the only girls Jeno was close to. He never showed any interest in the past in others and the other girl he shared close relations with, Yeeun, is like an older sister to him more than anything else.

The thing is you went along with his stupid because you’re stupidly in love with your best friend. As desperate as this sounds, if fake dating Lee Jeno is the only way you can have him as your own for a little bit, then you’ll gladly take it. At least he is yours to hold so terribly near for a while.

“At least we can be stupid together.”

At least he is yours.

“Yeah,” you laugh, taking another sip of your coffee to disguise the bitterness seeping through your lips. Your mother always told you that if you played stupid games, then it would result in stupid prizes. You finally understand what she meant. “Together.”

> back to the masterlist > next part

TAGLIST. @keemburley @johtenrecs @emmybyeakitty @sokkigarden @bat-shark-repellant @suhnnyskiess @shiningjaehyun @taeyongslilkitty @ferxanda @neowritingsnet @czennienet @ppangjae @ankathi-a

AUTHOR’S NOTE. Here’s the first part of my four (maybe, five) part series <3 I hope y’all enjoy it! I decided to re-write it because I noticed that my writing has improved over the years and there was so much more to add to that little timestamp <3

©sehunniepotwrites, 2022

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gracefullou · 5 months

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Hope this is okay to send you! As a new louis fan I didnt even realise there was a streaming event for the first away from home, I watched it the other day and omg it was so good!!!! I also didn't realise how expressive Louis' face is when he sings!!! I've watched quite a few livestreams this year and you obviously don't always get a clear picture and I was far away at my gig but it was so fun to see!!!

And when he said "what the fuck was I worried about?!" I was so proud like "go louis!!!"

Also made me want that 28 clothing green Jersey, even more lol. (I'm currently rewatching AOTV bc my dvd arrived today and also want that 3/4 zip he wore at his first US show back (dallas?))

Do you have a favourite moment from the AFHF21 stream? (And are there any other big things I should know about and watch? Can't believe I didn't know I could watch it!! 🤣)

Hi Anon! Welcome to the fandom ❤️ and of course it's ok, i love these kind of asks! Afhf21 is just so special to my heart. I was missing him so much and then he came up with a free festival as his first live show since the pandemic, looking like a dream wearing his self designed beautiful jersey (iconic!), singing his heart out 🥹. It was just so good. There are so many moments that i absolutely love from the streaming event like the sweet moment with his grandparents after the show, that scene when he was stress cleaning, his scenes with Helene (love he actually cares about his vocal performance and works on it he even had a vocal coach with him on tour and how he doesn't shy away from being vulnerable and actually shows us how nervous he was before the show), and of course his actual performance ❤️. I'm so bad at recommendations 😭 and tbh Louis' career was kind of held on pause for a long time so there wasn't a lot of content before walls' tour (right now is the best time to be a louie bc we have enough content, i can't tell you how hard it was to be a louie before walls' release 😭). Anyway, i think the other big thing that happened besides releasing his albums and tours is the live from London streaming show so if you haven't already, i'd recommend watching it (it's available on YouTube). You can watch the igtvs from ltwt too. These next ones are not big things that happened but interviews of his that i love like his breaking down walls interview he did for walls (it's up on his YouTube channel), the track by track for walls the album and for fitf. I love his interviews with Zach Sang and the fun ones like the ladbible ones and the wired interview. The GQ one (i think it's called actually me) he did from walls era and that la resistencia interview are one of my favorites i'm obsessed so you can watch those if you haven't already 🤗. You have THE aotv dvd (which also has bty studio version and fitf bonus tracks) i'm so jealous but good for you! What a nice thing to have 😍. And saw him live in concert ! You're living the dream ❤️. Also, you're absolutely right about the 3/4 zip he wore at Dallas, it's one of my favorites and i don't see enough appreciation for her 😒, if you want to and can afford it, you should get one when they release it, it's so pretty. If you don't mind me asking, when and how did you become a fan? And what are your favorite walls and fitf songs?

#omg why do i talk too much 😭#sorry anon for the long reply #welcome to the fandom

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retrorealityrecap · 7 months

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Jersey Shore S1

Episode 1: "A New Family"

Characters introduced: Pauly D (29), Nicole "Snooki" (21), Mike "The Situation" (27), Sam "Sammi Sweetheart" (22), Vinny (21), Jenni "JWoww" (23), Ronnie (23) and Angelina (23).

The first time I watched this season, the original run had already ended but wow. Seeing everyone at the beginning is such a trip, especially knowing how it all plays out over the next like two decades!

They are unbelievably tanned omg.

I still want to spend a summer at a cool shore house tbh BUT with people I know and like. Although, I probably would've enjoyed this set up when I was in my early 20s.

When Danny is describing their duties he said "stocking" but I straight up heard "stalking" 😂 it felt right but kinda weird that he'd just say it out loud.

On first impression, Snooki was and still is the only one that I liked. I think I just felt bad for her and also everyone is just worse in comparison. The best in a bad bunch? Maybe.

So on the first night, everyone agrees Snooki is drama because she gets pretty smashed all on her own. Also because she jump into the hot tub with the guys in her underwear. Jenni is also in the hot tub but everyone is scandalised that Snooki is in there with the guys.

That said, my girl was definitely very sloppy for a first night with a new group. Really big mistake on her part but you live and you learn.

I can sympathise with drinking a lot cause you're anxious in a new situation with new people BUT I suspect this was about Snooki being the center of attention and just falling back on what works.

She does note a lot in the first few episodes that she's used to being the centre of attention and that she likes it that way.

The biggest thing that jumps out to me is how Snooki keeps repeating that she's not used to NOT being the centre of attention. I think that bothers her more than the feeling of being iced out.

The most surprising thing is not that Mike was into Sammie but that she was feeling him back. They even hold hands on the first night out.

Just very very weird.

Also Vinny commenting that she's not the hottest girl and he was expecting hotter - boy bye! He also immediately switched rooms rather than share with Jenni from first sight.

Vinny then says JWoww is a "shady bitch" for not mentioning that she has a boyfriend, which makes me think he was feeling her a little bit.

Over halfway through the episode now and Snooki apologizes to everyone before dinner. It seems to smooth things over with the group. Then Mike and Pauly literally go fishing for girls on the boardwalk- I am appalled that the girls actually came over after being whistled at from a rooftop by strange guys with a camera crew??

Interestingly enough, the boys have zero issues with these strange women jumping into the hot tub in their underwear or nothing at all.

So wtf is up with the double standard? None of them are into Snooki so it's an issue when she does it??

Anyway, JWoww is disgusted that 29 year old Pauly is hooking up with 20 year olds. YES!!

While that's happening, Snooki assumes (from the other room) that everyone is upset about her and decides she's going to leave. It's not clear to me why she thinks that because they're yelling about girls PLURAL so I think she was in her head.

I just noticed they're calling Angelina "Jolie" and like ....PLEASE 😂

I absolutely love everyone's attitude, they each genuinely believe they're god's gift to the Jersey Shore. It's pretty amazing. Mike is the biggest culprit though, it's really delusional.

Also, why do they keep calling her Snickers? Just can't be bothered to call her the right name.

Notable moments: Pauly packing a salon's worth of hair products.

Notable Quotes:

"What can you say when someone pretty much looks like Rambo with their shirt off?"

" I'm like a praying mantis, after I have sex with a guy I tear his head off."

"I can't be with a girl who doesn't look prettier than me."

"I'm the Kim Kardashian of Staten Island baby!"

"Let's get filthy, creepy and weird."

"I don't want pukey breath on me."

"My only rule is never fall in love at the Jersey Shore." - Ron

#jersey shore #reality tv #snooki #snooki and jwoww #pauly d

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ladylooch · 8 months

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How would the parents of their AUs react to their children asking for a pet puppy?

To be clear, I am a big dog person! But I rarely put it into my writing. It's more just insinuated in my mind LOL. But let's explore!

Timo/Emma: As much as this kills me to say, they are not dog people. And it stems from the idea of carting it back and forth from Jersey to Switzerland. Em and T go home every off-season and they have enough to worry about with their gaggle of kids. So their reaction would be no, but here is a stuffed puppy so you can pretend.

Nico/Lexi: Lucie begs them both for a dog and they eventually cave.... by getting one and leaving it with his parents in Switzerland 🤣 They both love dogs and the idea of one, but they want a bigger dog and the import/quarantine rules for dogs into the USA is a pain in the ass, unless your dog is like, 4 pounds. And it changes every year. So they stick with this idea that they have a different life in Switzerland, now including a dog.

Kevin/Sam: I never write about the dogs, but I imagine them having two after their first baby is born (which we are going to see soon, whenever Tumblr stops being an ASSHOLE). The kids know if they ask dad, Kevin is like yes, the more the merrier. And Sam is like hold up. Your children are a lot of work in this stage and we already have two dogs. We do not need a third. So then the kids AND Kevin are pouting at Sam. She does not give in 🤣

Miles/Kailey (let's start introducing these two): Their son, Connor, mentions he wants a dog on a random Tuesday, so him and Kailey go pick one out at the shelter that afternoon while Miles is on a road trip. Miles comes home, wanting to be annoyed at the snappy decision, but the new puppy really impacts Kailey more than him, so he's fine with it. He is happy to take the puppy on walks and to training class. Him and Con walk with treat pouches around their waste as they train the dog together. The family begins referring to themselves as Wood, party of four, because the dog becomes such an integral part of their family.

Lucie/Con: Stella begged endlessly for a puppy and they both say no. Somehow, she got a baby sister instead. Once they are done having babies and Con is retired, they will get one, but not before. They want to teach their kids the importance of responsible pet ownership but also not in New York City. They want a house with a big yard where potty training is easy.

Lio: Does he have kids??? Does he even marry Sav?? 🤷🏻‍♀️ Idk that I can talk about that yet 🫢

#tm: loving & leaving #what my world spins around au #lio & lucie #Letters in your last name au #tbd on Miles and Kailey's AU

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pearlsephoni · 2 years

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My Dearest Clementine

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Tobio Kageyama, Shoyo Hinata, Schweiden Adlers, Karasuno Volleyball Club

Word Count: 7,967

Summary: Tobio Kageyama prepares: he prepares his meals, his workout schedule, the best tactics in his arsenal for any given opponent. But no matter what he does, he can't prepare for the return of one Shoyo Hinata.

A/N: Thank you to my dear friends Miranda and Parker for beta-reading! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

Color it gray

Until I forget you

Like I never met you

My dearest Clementine

Throw it away

But close enough to you

‘Cause although I hate you

I will still fall in love, my Clementine

Every time, always

No matter how hard I try,

My Clementine, every time

— Clementine by grentperez

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Tobio could remember the first time Hinata had said his given name. He had been so used to him screaming his family name, barreling towards him on and off the court with a long, “Kageyaaaaamaaaaa!” Always loud, always drawn out, as though Hinata wanted the whole world to know who he was calling.

The first time he said his given name couldn’t have been more different. His voice had been so soft, so gentle, barely more than a brush of air on Tobio’s lips that were slick from his kisses. “Mm, Tobio.”

Tobio’s head had reared back, eyes wide as he stared at Hinata, who stared back with cheeks flushed from more than just their kisses. “…What?”

“Sorry! It just slipped out, I didn’t—”

“You don’t— it’s okay. I’m just…surprised.” His hand rested on Hinata’s cheek, his thumb gently tracing those sweet lips. “Say it again.”

It was always strange to see Hinata be hesitant, to see someone so boisterous and impulsive suddenly act with caution. “…Tobio.”

“Again.”

“Tobio.” His voice had finally been steady, and the sound of his given name spoken in that clear, sunny tone made Tobio dive back in, kissing deep as though he could chase the taste of his own name on Hinata’s tongue.

He was still Kageyama to everyone else, and Hinata was still Hinata. But when it was just the two of them, they would relish the taste of each other’s given names on their tongues as though they were written in the sweetest honey, would whisper them like a secret between kisses and shout them between laughs and pinching fingers.

Kageyama became Tobio became Tobi. Hinata became Shoyo became Sho. And Tobio became happier than he’d ever thought possible.

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“IT’S HAPPENING!!”

Everyone in the locker room jumped simultaneously as Hoshiumi barreled in from the weights room. “It’s happening, it’s happening, it’s happening, holy shit, I’ve been waiting for that little—”

“Korai.”

“Kept me waiting since high school—”

“Korai—”

“Gonna show him exactly why—”

“Korai!”

Hoshiumi finally broke off his frantic rambling to look at Hirugami. “Yeah?”

“Breathe, man. What’s going on?”

“This season’s lineups were just announced, and look who’s on the Black Jackals!”

He shoved his phone into Hirugami’s face, forcing the captain to lean his head back in order to actually read what was on it. His lips moved silently around the different names, until he looked back at Hoshiumi’s face with furrowed brows…and immediately snapped back to the phone. “Hold on…‘Hinata Shoyo’…isn’t that the little guy from Karasuno?”

Tobio had been ignoring Hoshiumi’s theatrics — it didn’t take much to excite him — but at the sound of that name, he froze, his practice jersey halfway on his arms.

“Yeah!” Hoshiumi was saying, taking back his phone to stare at it, eyes sparking with excitement. “The one that had to be taken out my second year. I’ve been waiting for a chance to face him again, but that jerk ran off to Brazil and left me hanging.”

“Hold on— Brazil?”

“Yeah, something about beach volleyball…? Wait, Kageyama, weren’t you his best friend or boyfriend or something? You should know! Why didn’t you say something about him joining the Jackals?”

“I…I didn’t know,” Tobio murmured, his voice barely coming out of his dry throat. He didn’t even think to try and dispute what Hoshiumi said about their relationship — he was still processing the fact that Hinata had been selected for a Division 1 team, and that Tobio had to find out with the rest of the Adlers. “He said something about going to try-outs, but…I didn’t know he got selected.”

“Huh…weird.”

For once, Tobio was grateful for how easily distracted Hoshiumi could be. Another question from Hirugami turned the spiker’s attention away from Tobio, giving him a chance to tug his jersey on and fully absorb the news.

Hinata. A Division 1 player. On the same team as Bokuto, Miya, and Sakusa. Meaning he was capable of playing at their level.

“If my memory serves,” Ushijima suddenly mused, breaking through Tobio’s spiral, “we will be playing the Jackals at the opening match of the season.”

“Oh, that’s right! Looks like you’ll have your chance to face him sooner than you thought, Korai.”

“That’s assuming he even makes first string. No way that’s happening, not with Barnes on their team.”

“He could.” Tobio stared into his locker, only distantly aware of the team’s eyes on him. “If the Jackals wanted to use the element of surprise, he’d be perfect. They could even use the freak quick with…with…”

He couldn’t seem to finish the sentence. For some reason, Miya’s name stalled on his tongue, as though he couldn’t even speak of someone besides him and Hinata doing the freak quick. Which was ridiculous, because Miya managed to replicate it within the same match that he saw it for the first time, and what setter wouldn’t immediately take advantage of Hinata’s speed and reflexes?

“Right, didn’t Miya manage to do that with his twin one year? Oh shit, wasn’t that against you guys?”

Tobio still couldn’t meet Hoshiumi’s eyes. “Yeah. It was against us.”

Hoshiumi let out a low whistle. “You setters are something else, seriously.”

The conversation dwindled a bit after that, as the team trickled out from the locker room to the gym. Tobio ended up being one of the last to leave, along with…

“Kageyama.”

He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear Ushijima’s thoughts on Hinata’s debut in the V.League, but he didn’t have a good way of preemptively leaving the conversation. “Yes, Ushijima-san?”

“Are you alright? You seem a bit…taken aback by the news about Hinata.”

Oh. That…wasn’t at all what Tobio was expecting to hear that baritone voice say. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just…surprised, is all.” When Ushijima kept watching him with a deeply probing gaze instead of ending the conversation, Tobio floundered. “Uh…thanks for asking?”

It took an extra beat for Ushijima to nod and respond. “No need for thanks. I simply wanted to make sure you were alright. Practice won’t do you any good if you’re distracted. Shall we?”

“Sure.”

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Tobio could remember the last time Hinata had said his given name. Try as he might, the sound lingered in his mind, drifting through his thoughts when he laid alone in bed late at night, or at the sight of an empty set of swings, or when he happened to see the sunset at just the right moment.

Those moments didn’t come often, but when they did, Tobio could suddenly see the entire scene play out all over again, making his eyes burn and his heart lodge in his throat. He could hear Hinata’s voice, feel his lips, taste his tears…he could remember how he fit in his arms, how his spine felt curved against his palms.

And he could remember the loneliness, the deep, aching hole of grief that opened in his chest as he watched Hinata walk away, shoulders trembling but eyes resolutely fixed ahead.

“See you later, Tobio,” he’d said. And now, suddenly, it was three years later, and Tobio couldn’t recognize himself as the boy on that swing set. Sometimes he wondered if he would recognize Hinata, if that ball of unrestrained energy, sunshine, and chatter was still the same person that he’d been able to call his.

But then, when his self-control finally snapped, Tobio would find recordings of a recent beach volleyball tournament in Rio (surprisingly difficult to find on the internet), and he would sift through the matches until he caught sight of bright orange hair peeking out of a cap. He would watch a man made of muscle and tan skin and impossible speed leap through the air in the way he recognized, and set the ball and analyze the court in a way he didn’t recognize. His eyes were hidden under sports sunglasses and a visor, but the bottom half of his face was still exposed, and Tobio was treated to the sight of a smile so bright, it could’ve outshone the sun baking the sand under his feet.

And Tobio ached, and yearned, and wondered, and still felt his lips twitch at that familiar smile. Of course he could recognize Hinata. Who else had hair that orange and legs that springy and a voice so vibrant?

Who else could make Tobio’s heart squeeze with a single smile?

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He’d known that Hinata was going to be first string for the game. He’d known he would finally be facing him on a volleyball court again, something he’d been waiting for ever since he’d watched Hinata walk away from him on that playground.

But then game day arrived, and Tobio realized that he was only ready for the game itself. Nothing could have prepared him for the way his heart twisted at the distant sound of someone singing in the hallway. He instantly knew it was him, singing his stupid bathroom songs the way he always did in high school. Before he could stop himself, Tobio was hurrying from the Adlers’ locker room and calling out, “Not gonna have any bowel issues today, are you?”

After all this time, he could still remember the first time he’d ever seen Hinata. He’d been a little scrap of a boy, all skinny limbs and bright hair sticking out of an old green uniform, shaking from nerves in front of a bathroom. Tobio couldn’t have known what a whirlwind that tiny thing would create in his life.

That initial meeting was the first and only time he’d ever underestimated Hinata. He certainly wasn’t going to repeat that mistake now, no matter how much this reunion mirrored that fateful day. Tobio was older, and, he liked to think, wiser.

And yet…he still wasn’t ready for the confident smile and excited gaze that Hinata pinned Tobio under. Their eyes met, and…fuck, if he hadn’t already spent the past three years yearning, Tobio could’ve fallen in love all over again with just one look.

The bathroom song was perhaps the only thing that hadn’t changed about Hinata. Those fiery strands were cut much shorter, the lines of his face had gotten sharper, and strong, thick muscles covered in perfectly tanned skin had replaced the pale wiry limbs that had made him look like a human pogo stick as a teen.

Hinata was…he was beautiful. Standing in front of him for the first time in years felt like standing in direct sunlight after being trapped in a cave. It was like all the sweet, cute, bouncy energy of his teen years had simmered down into this…this perfect embodiment of athleticism and sex appeal. Now the main signs of that ever-present energy were the glint in those warm amber eyes and the eager line of his smile.

It was clear he had learned how to better contain and direct that hyperactivity, and Tobio knew, he knew that it was all for volleyball, of course it was. But the knowledge of all that energy buzzing just beneath the surface of that tan skin, combined with how good Hinata looked, made desire sock him in the stomach. It was breathtaking how instant and strong his reaction was.

Somehow, he was able to hear Hinata’s answer through the blood rushing in his ears. “Hell no. I don’t get stomach aches before games anymore.”

“Better not, you runt.” By some small miracle, his voice came out strong and steady, revealing none of the miserable arousal pumping through him.

“Kageyama-kun, you’ve grown up!”

Oh. Right. He was still a little shit. How could Tobio forget?

He was still terribly magnetic, too. Tobio barely had him to himself for two minutes before Miya interrupted, and the next thing he knew, Ushijima and Hoshiumi had appeared with their own challenges to Hinata.

And that beautiful, stupid little tangerine of a man looked as excited at the prospect of a competition as he had in high school, meeting their challenges with a broad smile and bright eyes. But Tobio couldn’t help noticing, with a little prick of jealous satisfaction, that his bright response in the hallway had nothing on the way he looked on the court, the intensity of his eyes and the determined line of his smile when he met Tobio’s gaze through the net and shook his hand.

Watch me, that smile said, see how far I’ve climbed.

Tobio knew he was doomed when he took his place to serve, looked across the court, and automatically sought out Hinata’s eyes, which were already watching him. He told himself it was because he wanted to show off how he’d improved since high school, prove that Hinata wasn’t the only one to have evolved in the years since they’d last stood on a court together.

But then he saw Hinata receive his serve and send the ball in a perfect arc, and he couldn’t tear his eyes from the streak of orange that sped across the court and jumped — no, flew — higher than Tobio would have thought possible, spiking Miya’s perfect toss into the first point of the game. And yes, Tobio felt a pang of disappointment at the lost point, but more than anything, he felt pride. He was so desperately, breathlessly proud of Hinata, and he was desperately, breathlessly eager to challenge this new version of the Greatest Decoy.

Every time he looked through the net, his eyes found Hinata’s, as though his old partner was always watching him. And maybe he was. Maybe this return to the court together, standing on opposite sides of the net, was making a confusing cocktail of competition, determination, and want burn a path through Hinata’s veins, too.

Tobio really did feel like he was on fire. He felt it under his feet and through his veins and in his hands, ready to singe the ball every time it came to him. And he loved it. He couldn’t get enough of it. There was never a period of his life where he didn’t love volleyball, but this was the first time in years that he felt so happy, almost to the point of recklessness.

He didn’t know anything had been missing until he had it again. He didn’t know how much he’d missed this, this silly competition that meant nothing and everything to him. He could feel his lips stretching into hungry smiles, could almost feel the sparks flying from his eyes. With every new move that Hinata pulled out, Tobio could feel something in his chest squeeze tighter and tighter, until he watched Hinata save the ball with his heel and went breathless with awe.

He wanted, god, how he wanted. It was easy enough to ignore during the game, when he could process his burning blood and hungry hands and chalk them up to his need to win. But then the game ended, and there was nothing to distract him from looking directly into those warm amber eyes, and feeling those sensations intensify.

There was nothing to stop his heart from stuttering when Hinata smiled and said, “I’m here, now.”

The stab of disappointment with their loss didn’t even feel as sharp as usual. It was more an ache than a stab, settling in his stomach and throbbing next to…something else entirely. Every touch made him feel electric — the customary shaking of hands at the end of the game, the way Hinata grabbed him by the arm to drag him over to Tsukishima and Yamaguchi and Yachi, the feeling of his fist gently knocking into his shoulder when Tobio said something accidentally funny.

And he wanted, and wanted, and wanted. He wanted to grab that teasing hand, wanted to see how his pale skin contrasted with that hard-earned tan, wanted to feel Hinata’s pulse leap under his fingers and breath stutter against his lips. It was almost a relief when Bokuto pulled Hinata away to say hello to Akaashi and Udai, except some ridiculous part of Tobio wanted to stay by his side, even if it meant he’d continue being distracted by his own dwindling restraint.

Three years, and he was still just as weak for that short, hyperactive, happy streak of orange as he was in high school. Never mind that Hinata had grown, both in height and muscle, and he now had an acute control of his energy that let him channel it when he most needed it. Never mind that he was playing better than Tobio could’ve imagined in his wildest dreams. The longing to let his hands sink into ginger hair and wrap around a strong waist and slide between nimble fingers felt the same now as it did in high school.

“Tobio!”

He jumped at the sudden call of his given name, and looked around to find Sokolov waving him over to where he was standing in front of an interviewer and camera. “Your turn, man,” the middle blocker sighed, not even bothering to hide his relief. “I think they’re sick of interviewing in English.”

“Ah…alright.” Tobio hated doing press, hated the added pressure of every word he said being recorded for posterity. But for just that moment, he was glad for the distraction. The stress of finding the right words and right intonation for them could overwhelm the misery of his feelings for that stupid tangerine.

It worked a little too well. The interviews blurred together, and then he was meeting and greeting with fans, then catching up with more old friends, classmates, teammates, and rivals — and it was nice, it really was, but by the end of it all, the only thing he wanted was to disappear into the relative peace of the locker room.

“Yamayama-kun!”

Ah. He was so close to escaping, too.

Tobio turned to see Hinata running towards him, smile so bright it could have blinded him if he hadn’t seen it so much during the match. “What?”

“Geez, good to see you, too,” Hinata scoffed, landing a light shove at Tobio’s shoulder when he reached him. “You didn’t say anything when Suga-san invited us to dinner. You’re gonna come, right?”

“I…” Part of him, much smaller than before but still there, wanted to decline the invitation. It was the instinctive part of him, the part that wanted to spend every waking moment thinking about or playing or training for volleyball. Just then, he also wanted to hop in the shower and recover from the gauntlet of press and publicity that came after every match.

But these were his old friends, his first teammates to really let him feel like a team could also be a family, the first team he wanted to play with for as long as possible because of who they were together, not just because of the glory of winning. Even if Hinata hadn’t been there, gazing at him with warm brown eyes glittering with entreaty, he would’ve said yes.

As it was, he couldn’t resist leaving Hinata hanging for longer than he needed to, before he finally nodded. “Yeah, I’ll come. Of course I will. And quit calling me ‘Yamayama,’ it’s weird.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“It sounds like a nickname you’d give to Yamaguchi, it’d get confusing.”

“But I don’t call him that. I call him ‘Gucci-kun.’”

Tobio stared at Hinata, who stared right back, his face strangely blank. “…You’re kidding.”

“Am I?”

“Hinata—”

Finally he broke, his held back laughter escaping him as very unattractive snorts. “No, stupid, I just call him Yamaguchi-kun! Y’know, how friends do?”

Tobio’s hand shot out to grab at those ginger tufts, but Hinata was already dodging before his hand even reached him. Ninja Shoyo, indeed.

“Ok, fine!” Hinata cackled. “Then…how about fofinho?”

“The hell? What does that mean?”

“I’m not gonna tell you,” Hinata sang.

“You can’t call me that if you’re not gonna tell me what it means!”

“But that’s the fun part! And it rhymes with your name, it’s perfect!”

“Barely,” Tobio grumbled. “If I ask Romero and he tells me it’s something stupid, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“If you manage to ask Romero anything, it’d be a miracle.”

“My English has gotten better!”

“Better than barely saying ‘hello’? That’s not a very high bar.”

“You’re gonna eat your words when I go to Italy, dumbass.” The taunt slipped out from pure habit, and he could see Hinata’s eyes widen just a bit before he burst into laughter.

Annoyance prickled through Tobio, but with it came a strange sense of both relief and longing. It was so…easy, falling back into this banter, this teasing, grabbing at orange hair and flushed cheeks. It was too easy — if Tobio wasn’t careful, he knew would lean down to steal a kiss out of habit, and he…he didn’t know if he could. If he was allowed. And he definitely didn’t know how to ask.

“You better be at dinner,” Hinata said, breaking Tobio out of his dazed stare, “or I’ll break into your hotel room and drag you out.”

He really would, was the thing. He wouldn’t succeed, he wasn’t smart enough for that, but he’d try, especially if he had Miya and Bokuto egging him on. “I’ll be there, dumbass, quit trying to get yourself arrested and off the team.”

“Good! Then I’ll see ya later, fofinho!”

“Oi!”

Hinata ran off with a cackle, a sound that should not have made fondness bloom in Tobio’s chest. God. He was an Olympian, a volleyball genius, one of the best setters in Japan, and here he was, folding like an old letter at Hinata’s glittering brown eyes and boisterous laugh.

“Kageyama.” He jumped and looked around frantically to see Romero watching him with a kind, bemused smile. “Coach wants the whole team to gather up.”

“Ah. Right.” His brain still wasn’t used to snapping between languages, though he was slowly getting better at it.

He was silent as he joined Romero, and he’d expected that silence to last the whole walk back. So when Romero suddenly spoke up, it took Tobio an extra beat to understand him. “You and Ninja Shoyo are pretty close, huh?”

“Ah…a little. We haven’t seen each other since high school.” He didn’t have the words to explain the deep, confusing layers of their relationship, and even if he did, he wasn’t sure he would have wanted to explain all that.

Romero looked surprised. “Oh. Huh. I thought…with that nickname…”

Tobio frowned in confusion. “Nickname? You mean that…uh…”

“Fofinho?”

“Yeah, that. He won’t tell me what it means.”

Romero’s laugh wasn’t mean-spirited at all. If anything, he sounded genuinely delighted to be the one to enlighten Tobio. “It means ‘cutie.’ It’s mostly used between couples or family. I guess friends could use it, but not ones who haven’t seen each other in a while.”

Something in Tobio’s chest squeezed, so tightly that it was a minor miracle his voice didn’t crack when he spoke. “…Couples?”

“Yeah! Wait, do you not know that word in English?”

“N-no, I do. I’m just…surprised, I guess.”

“I would be, too.” There was something meaningful in Romero’s gaze, almost knowing, and it was enough to make Tobio feel grateful when they joined the rest of the team and the ace’s focus was distracted away from him.

Hinata must’ve known. There was no way he’d learned the nickname without also learning its connotations. But there was also the chance that he was just teasing Tobio without really meaning anything by it. Maybe Tobio was just letting hope overtake reason for the umpteenth time that day.

His post-game routine helped settle him a bit — the review of the game, showering, cleaning his equipment and listening to the rest of the team ribbing each other. He’d nearly forgotten about the dinner by the time he wandered out of the gymnasium, until he saw Tanaka and Shimizu — or, the Tanakas now, he guessed — waiting by a little, deep red car. “Oi, Kageyama!” Tanaka called with a big wave. “Want a ride to dinner?”

“Oh. Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

“Wouldn’t offer if I did, man! Hop in!”

Tobio waved away the questioning looks Hoshiumi and Hirugami sent him. “Dinner with the old team,” he explained, waiting for the confusion to fade from their faces before he jogged over to the Tanakas and slid into the backseat.

“What about the others?” he asked as he tugged the seatbelt across his body.

“Yamaguchi and Tsukishima gave Yacchan and Hinata a ride,” Tanaka explained, steering the car out of the gym parking lot, “and Suga-san and Daichi-san took Asahi-san.”

“Ah. What about Coach and Takeda-sensei?”

“They had to take the team back to the school,” Kiyoko said with a small smile. “They’ll try to join us if it’s not too late.”

Tobio nodded and leaned back in the seat, letting his mind wander as he watched the familiar scenery of his hometown drift past. He was distantly aware of the Tanakas quietly talking, and Kiyoko brushing something out of Ryuu’s hair as he drove. He never thought he’d ever be in an enclosed space with Tanaka that was quiet, but he didn’t question it.

He didn’t know how much time passed, but suddenly Tanaka was announcing, “Here we are!” and parking the car near an izakaya. Tobio blinked, noticing the group that had gathered just outside — his first year team, chatting and laughing like no time had passed.

He slid out of the car just as Tanaka called, “What’s up, everybody?” The chatter quieted as everyone looked over to the new arrivals, like the calm before the storm that was everyone shouting greetings.

“Hey, slowpokes!”

“Wow, Kageyama, you actually came!”

“What took you guys so long?”

“We weren’t that long,” Tanaka scoffed, “We left maybe five minutes after Yachi and the others did.”

“Were you licking your wounds after losing, fofinho?” Tobio’s stomach swooped at the sound of the nickname, and his eyes shot down to see Hinata at his side, shit-eating grin spread wide across his face.

“You wish,” Tobio snorted, a small grin curving his lips despite himself. “I was just thinking about how I’ll kick your ass next time. You won’t be such a surprise then.”

“You never knowwww, maybe I’ll even get a few service aces on you!”

“Did you already start drinking? Why’re you saying so much bullshit?”

“Alright!” Sawamura bellowed with a clap of his hands, his voice carrying over the chaos like it always did. “Let’s head inside and get some seats before our freak duo start chewing each other’s heads off.”

Tobio flushed to the sound of everyone laughing as they stepped inside. There was an unmistakable look of dread falling over the waitstaff’s faces at the sight of their group, but they still helped to pull some tables together and took everyone’s orders.

“So,” Sugawara began as soon as everyone settled into their seats, “first things first! Tell us everything about Brazil, Hinata-kun!”

With a bright laugh, Hinata started filling in the group on everything he’d been up to in Brazil: beach volleyball, training, the many mishaps of his food delivery job, the people he met and the person he unexpectedly reunited with. It seemed like everyone knew different bits and pieces about his time away, and every so often someone would jump in to fill in any blanks Hinata inadvertently left.

It was all so familiar and comfortable, and for the first time since the reunion in the hallway, Tobio felt himself fully relax. He was happy to sit there, and listen, and watch Hinata from across the table as he waved his hands around and uttered nonsense sound effects and smiled endlessly.

“I missed him, too,” he suddenly heard Yachi murmur. He turned his head to see her smiling kindly at him, with a certain perceptive glint in her eyes. It was only by seeing her smile that Tobio realized he had a smile of his own on his lips, and it immediately fell off his face. He couldn’t understand why that made Yachi giggle behind her hand. “You don’t want to admit you missed him?”

“It’s not— of course I missed him,” Tobio mumbled, just loud enough for Yachi to hear. “But I missed all of you guys.”

“It’s not the same. You know it’s not the same.”

His shoulders fell in defeat. There never was any point in trying to lie or hide something from her. “…No. It’s not.”

Yachi didn’t say anything else. She just smiled, and leaned against his side for a moment, her slight weight comforting enough to make him lean back against her. The gesture made affection bloom inside him — he really had missed this group of people, especially his classmates (even Tsukishima, though he’d rather pull out his own teeth that admit that out loud). He had yet to meet someone with Yachi’s sharp observations and quiet acts of comfort, and it was really, really nice to be on the receiving end of her kindness again. It bolstered him enough to dip back into the conversation, which Asahi was bashfully leading on his turn to get everyone up to date on his life.

At some point the conversation turned to romance, much to Kageyama’s mortification. It started when Tobio’s plans to join Ali Roma came up and Shimizu mentioned that she and Tanaka had thought about going to Rome for their honeymoon. Then Tanaka announced that Ennoshita was engaged, and Sugawara talked about the cat that he and Sawamura were in the process of adopting. Even Yachi wasn’t safe — when she smilingly asked Tsukishima when his first match was, he rebutted by asking when she was going to finally ask her pretty coworker out.

“Didn’t you take five years to confess to Yamaguchi?” Hinata snorted. “Where do you get off teasing anyone for taking their time?”

“We can’t all speedrun the world’s dumbest enemies-to-lovers arc.” Tsukishima’s words made Tobio’s hand freeze in raising his beer to his mouth, and brought a flush to Hinata’s cheeks. The blonde noticed, and a smug grin curled over his lips. “Some of us actually worried about the repercussions of hare-brained romances.”

“Speaking of romaaaance,” Sugawara crooned, resting his cheek on his hand to smile at Hinata. “What was the dating scene like in Rio? I’ve heard it can make Tokyo look like the world’s strictest church.”

Hinata’s flush crept to his ears, but he otherwise looked unaffected as he returned Sugawara’s smile. “I think most countries’ dating scenes make Japan look a little repressed,” he chuckled, before shrugging. “It was alright. I didn’t really participate in it much.”

“Really?” Sugawara’s eyes flickered to Tobio, and in that split second, Tobio could recognize their probing edge. “No one caught your fancy?”

“Not really. I…saw…a few people, but no one special enough to distract me from volleyball!”

His mention of volleyball wasn’t enough to distract from the heavy suggestion behind “saw.” Sugawara’s eyebrows shot up his forehead just as Tanaka let out a quiet wolf-whistle, but before anyone could even attempt prying, Tsukishima groaned, “Can we please, please, talk about anything besides Hinata’s Brazilian sex life? Dinner was delicious, I really don’t want to throw it all up.”

“Gross, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi laughed. Tsukishima turned his head to sigh at his boyfriend, but not before his eyes glanced over Tobio’s hold on his beer.

Tobio automatically followed his eyeline, and was startled to see his hand gripping the glass so hard, his knuckles were turning white. He immediately loosened his hold, and when he looked back up, Tsukishima was busy rolling his eyes as Yamaguchi rocked into his side with a teasing smile.

Tobio’s ears burned. That prick was just as observant as ever, but now he took less glee in other people’s embarrassment. Tobio almost missed when they would just snap biting words at each other. At least then he wouldn’t feel this strange mix of gratitude and embarrassment swirling in his chest.

His gaze wandered around the table as the conversation did, thankfully, turn away from the topic of romance. Nostalgia and fondness spread warm from his chest at the sight of this team, the first team to take Karasuno to Nationals, the first team that felt like a family, all gathered around once again.

Then his gaze fell on Hinata, and his heart jolted at the sight of him already watching him. Those amber eyes widened just a bit at being caught, but Hinata was never one to shy away, and the way he raised his eyebrows and very slightly ducked his chin in an unspoken question made an ache join the swirl of emotions spreading through Tobio. He could still read that face like an open book, and right now it was asking him, Everything ok?

Tobio narrowed his eyes just a bit and let the corner of his lips curve down in a suppressed smile. I’ll be fine, mind your business.

Hinata’s lips pressed thin against the laugh that Tobio could already see making his shoulders curve in, and Tobio felt a foot gently press down on his toes under the table. His breath caught in his throat as he was suddenly sent back to his first year, when they were still trying to keep their relationship secret from the rest of the team. Whenever Hinata wanted to squeeze at his fingers but was sitting across from him instead of right next to him, he would step lightly on Tobio’s toes in the closest imitation of comforting pressure he could manage.

And there it was again, a longing so strong he was breathless from it. Hinata was…he…he had to know. He had to know what he was doing. There was no possible way that he didn’t. He could be an idiot, but not where people were concerned.

Tobio kept staring at him, soaking in every detail he could, every micro expression that flickered over those bright features. Despite the sharper lines and tanned skin and veneer of calm, simmering energy, Tobio still knew those features with a certainty he rarely felt off of the volleyball court. But when he saw longing lingering under the comfort and familiarity and happiness shining from Hinata’s face as they gazed at each other, Tobio thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d been wrong. Maybe he didn’t know that face as well as he’d thought.

The rest of dinner passed in a buzzed, blissful blur. Tobio didn’t let himself have more than one beer, but he still watched a gentle glow settle over his old friends as the night went on, filling him with a sense of comfort he hadn’t felt around a group of people in a long time. Even though it was pretty late by the time they paid for the meal and slowly made their way outside, Tobio couldn’t help feeling a little saddened that the night was over.

Sawamura, Sugawara, and Azumane were the first ones to leave, making sure to wrap everyone in warm hugs before they drove away. Then Yamaguchi let out a small sigh and turned to Hinata and Yachi. “Where are you guys staying? We can drop you off.”

“Oh, I’m just staying with my mom!” Yachi chirped.

Hinata, strangely enough, took an extra beat to answer. “Actually…the hotel we’re staying at isn’t too far from here. I might just walk, take in the old stomping grounds, y’know?”

“Are you sure? You just played a helluva game.”

“Yeah.” Hinata shot Yamaguchi a reassuring smile. Tobio wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it, but he could’ve sworn he saw Hinata’s eyes flicker over Yamaguchi’s shoulder to look at him. “I’m sure.”

“God, I can’t wait for your endless energy to run out one day,” Tsukishima bitched, as though his lips weren’t threatening to curve into a smile.

“Missed you, too, Tsukishima!”

Yamaguchi laughed as he pat Hinata on the shoulder and made his way to his car. “Let us know when you get to the hotel. Great job out there today.”

“Thank you!” After Yachi squeezed a final hug from Hinata, their classmates also drove away, leaving Hinata, Tobio, and the Tanakas.

“How about you, Kageyama?” Tanaka asked. There was a somewhat knowing glint to his eyes that was a little unnerving to see. “Where are you staying?”

Tobio opened his mouth to answer…but his words stalled in his throat when his eyes met Hinata’s. There was no mistaking the look on his face — open entreaty, and this time, the yearning was clear to see.

“I, ah…I’m actually staying in the same hotel as Hinata,” Tobio blurted. “So…I can walk back with him.”

Oh, those were definitely knowing smiles on both of the Tanakas’ faces. “Alright. Well, get back safe. And come visit sooner! You better not take an entire volleyball season to visit again.”

Tobio let out a small laugh as he accepted Tanaka’s hug. “I’ll see what I can do.”

And then there were two.

“I, um…” Tobio cringed at how awkward he already sounded. “My team’s not in the same hotel as yours, but we’re close by, so…I just thought…”

“I know. I was hoping you would.” The smile on Hinata’s lips was smaller than the others he’d worn that day, but still filled with emotions Tobio was almost scared to name: happiness, wistfulness, eagerness, and more. He was so caught in it, he almost missed Hinata’s tilted head until he heard, “Shall we?”

“Ah. Yeah.”

The ease that Tobio had felt around Hinata in the Sendai gymnasium and izakaya had fled him, leaving an atmosphere between them that was heavy with unspoken emotions. That didn’t stop Hinata from trying to just…chat with Tobio, asking about his parents and Miwa and offering to help with the hellish process of preparing to move and work overseas.

Tobio could see right through him, and he truthfully did appreciate it. Hinata was probably the only person in the world who wouldn’t have choked on the thick air, with his easy charisma and understanding of people. But Tobio still hated it. He’d had enough of these stilted conversations from the texts and calls they’d sprinkled throughout three years.

He held strong until he spotted Hinata’s hotel just a few blocks away. Then panic seized him — they couldn’t just part ways like this, without actually saying anything — and he finally blurted out, “Did you mean it? What you said about Brazil?”

Hinata’s brows furrowed just a bit as a bemused smile tugged at his lips. “I said a lot about Brazil.”

“I know, but…about the people?”

Confusion lingered on Hinata’s face for another beat, before understanding swept it away. “About dating there?”

Tobio felt his ears grow warm. “…Yeah.”

“I did. I meant it.” Hinata scuffed a shoe against the sidewalk. “I wasn’t looking for romance or anything. And even if I were, there just…wasn’t anyone who would’ve been worth it.” His eyes drifted up from the pavement to look at Tobio. “…What about you? You didn’t really say anything when everyone else was talking about dating and stuff.”

“Cuz there isn’t anything to say,” Tobio muttered. “I didn’t bother with dates, and Hoshiumi-san tried to play wingman for exactly one night at a club before we both gave up.” The memory made him smile, despite the embarrassment prickling through him.

“Oh.” It took everything in Tobio to not try and hear relief in that one word. “Would you want to date anyone?”

Tobio heard the unspoken question behind those words, and met Hinata’s eyes before he said, “Yeah. If they were worth it.”

It was strange, seeing Hinata fall quiet and nod through new information. It was a contemplation Tobio thought he’d never see from him outside of a volleyball court. Seeing it now made a mix of nerves and anticipation pump through Tobio.

“Could I…be worth it?”

There it was. Tobio’s heart leapt to his throat, pressing out his air and leaving him breathless. But his answer still rose immediately to his lips as he froze and waited for Hinata to stop walking, too.

He watched him realize he was walking alone, and stop, and turn to look at him with wide amber eyes. And with his heart still beating in his throat, Tobio murmured, “Yes. You always were. You still would be.”

There was a moment, a breath, where Tobio got to watch his words sink in, got to watch Hinata’s growing smile push at flushed cheeks. And then Hinata was grabbing his hand and leading him down a small side street hidden mostly in the shadows.

As soon as they were both out of sight of the main street, Tobio felt hands wrap into his jacket and gently press him to the brick wall, before Hinata used his hold as leverage to bring their faces close. Tobio’s heart skipped a beat at the feeling of Hinata’s nose brushing his and his breath ghosting across his cheeks, and his eyes fluttered shut as he waited eagerly for the press of lips against his…but it never came.

“Tobio.” His eyes blinked open to find Hinata watching him with a small smile. “Kiss me.”

He said it with the same casual command that used to color his voice when he asked— no, demanded that Tobio toss to him.

And just like before, Tobio couldn’t refuse him, especially when he’d wanted the same thing the entire night.

He leaned forward to press their lips together, and oh…it was a miracle Tobio didn’t start crying on the spot. Kissing Hinata felt like the axis of his world was set right. It felt like going to Nationals for the first time, and accepting his offer from the Adlers, and qualifying for the Olympic team.

It felt like finding a partner who could finally keep up with him on the court, and learning that partner wanted him just as much off the court, too. It felt like being a dumb high schooler getting kissed for the first time by the first and only person he’d ever wanted so much.

Tobio’s hands rose to Hinata’s waist and traced a path to his back, where they flattened against his spine and pulled him even closer. He’d gotten taller and stronger since their last kiss, but the soft noises that escaped him and the warmth of his mouth still achingly, breathtakingly the same. And when Tobio’s hand fell to the small of his back and pressed their hips together, Tobio realized that…other things had stayed the same as well.

With a quiet whimper, Hinata suddenly pulled away, eyes wide with embarrassment. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

Before he could step away, Tobio pulled his body back in and let their lips ghost against each other as he murmured, “Don’t. Don’t apologize.” He let his hips rock into Hinata, and he felt as much as heard his soft gasp at the feeling of Tobio being just as affected by all this.

When Hinata finally spoke again, his voice sounded a touch rough, making Tobio’s stomach drop from how badly he wanted. “When does your team leave tomorrow?”

“Eleven.”

“Mine, too.” Hinata’s fingers fell to Tobio’s collar and tightened in the fabric. “Can I…can I spend the night with you?”

“Fuck,” Tobio breathed, “yes, god, yeah, you can.” He didn’t even have it in him to feel embarrassed at Hinata’s soft laugh.

“Bokuto-san is staying with Akaashi-san tonight…”

“Then why are we still out here?”

This time Hinata’s laugh was loud and bright and made Tobio feel like he was bathing in sunshine in the middle of the night. He sounded like sunshine, and he felt like sunshine in Tobio’s hands, and when he was pressed against his hotel room door and moaning into Tobio’s mouth, he tasted like sunshine, too.

Tobio was in the middle of pressing kisses down Hinata’s neck and letting his hands wander under his shirt when he suddenly heard a soft, “Tobio.”

“Mm?”

“Tobio, wait.”

Those two words alone were enough to make Tobio’s stomach drop as he pulled away to meet Hinata’s eyes. Had he done something wrong? Did Hinata change his mind? “…What is it?”

“Just…this isn’t only a one-night stand for me. I need you to know that. This isn’t just about sex.”

Relief washed over Tobio, alongside a little bit of confusion. He carefully cupped Hinata’s cheek, his thumb tracing over a cheekbone where before there had just been a sweet curve. “I know,” he murmured, “Me, too.”

“No, I don’t mean…I don’t mean I just want to date you.” His gaze sharpened, arousal apparently forgotten in favor of making sure Tobio understood him. “I mean…I mean I still love you, Tobio. I loved my time in Brazil, and I always would’ve wanted to improve my playing, but…but I also couldn’t stop thinking about how it would all pay off when I stood on a court with you again. And then it did, and I…it’s like I can’t breathe from how much I still love you.”

Tobio’s body reacted before he fully understood the words. His blood felt like champagne in his veins, and he felt almost light-headed from stunned glee. “You still love me? After all this time?”

“Yeah. Never stopped.”

That was it. That was all Tobio could listen to before he pulled Hinata’s lips to his. “Me, too,” he murmured between kisses, “me, too, Sho.”

As soon as he said the old nickname, he heard Hinata’s breath catch. Then Hinata was smiling against his lips, pressing close as Tobio carefully maneuvered them to the bed. Tobio felt an ache return to his chest, but this time it was sweet, so sweet, like his heart was growing too large for his chest. It was like everything he’d wanted for three years was suddenly in his grasp within a single day. Even the Adlers’ defeat felt small compared to the triumph of holding Hinata again.

It should’ve been too good to be true. Hinata was back, and they were playing together, and somehow, somehow, he still loved him as much as Tobio did. But as Tobio pressed him to his bed and relearned his body to the sound of his sweet gasps and moans, he decided he’d much rather enjoy this impossible happiness than question it.

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(Later, when they laid next to each other, sweat drying from their skin and eyes growing heavy with exhaustion, Tobio took a minute to absorb the addicting sight of Hinata dozing next to him again, before gently pinching his cheek to rouse him. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Did you know your little Portuguese nickname is used by couples?”

“‘Course I did,” Hinata mumbled drowsily, batting Tobio’s hand from his cheek to tangle their fingers together. “It’s called ‘manifesting,’ fofinho.”

“More like wishful thinking.”

“Whatever. It worked, didn’t it?” His eyes slowly blinked open, and he pinned Tobio under a sleepy, wonderfully fond smile.

“A random nickname wasn’t going to change anything, dumbass,” Tobio scoffed, as if his cheeks weren’t growing warm.

“What, you really hate it that much?”

“I don’t hate it, I just…prefer something else.” Tobio’s eyes flickered from Hinata’s to focus on where their hands rested in the small space between them, but that didn’t keep him from hearing his soft, knowing laugh.

“Okay.” Hinata let go of his hand in favor of draping his arm over Tobio’s waist and snuggling into his chest. “Okay, Tobi.”)

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