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kenmei · 3 years

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-ˏˋ MY HEART FLUTTERS WHEN I SEE YOU ˊˎ-

♡ the second installment of what love is, i think… ft. ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader

cw: fluff, crushes, slice of life, comfort, timeskip!au, highschool!au

synopsis: even when he’s a thousand miles away, wakatoshi still only thinks of you

wc: 1000+

notes from mei!

ushi crushin just gets me man

wakatoshi isn’t sure of when it began, but he remembers how it felt when he first realized.

restless with the urge to be near you—with the need to see you at the most random times. it’s odd to him, these feelings that have stuck by his side since his second year at shiratorizawa academy.

it’s weird to him because he doesn’t know what it felt like to take a strong interest in something other than volleyball; it’s weird because he felt like he’s suddenly knocked off his feet.

“love has no mercy, wakatoshi!” words tendou used to say during the wee hours of the night. how tendou knew he was awake? or more importantly, how he knew of his feelings? he’d probably never know.

but as he leans over the balcony of his hotel rooms, wakatoshi smiles a bit, thinking that maybe his feelings toward you weren’t as subtle as he believed.

he used to get questioned by his teammates about you. looking back on it, perhaps they all knew.

oh well. his youth is in the past now.

but even so, those feelings are still present as ever.

“hello, i’m suzuki akira, the student council president.” a boy, just a few inches shorter than ushijima introduces himself, pushing his thin-rimmed glasses up his nose.

“hi! i’m the vice-president, [l/n] [y/n]!” you throw up a peace sign, “we’re just here to introduce ourselves, so we won’t take up too much of your time.”

you smile, looking up at the boy, who nods.

“ah,” the captain steps forward, “i’m the captain of the volleyball team.”

you lock eyes with ushijima, holding his gaze for a few moments, before smiling and giving him a wave. he, however, stands there, blinking. slowly, he raises a hand.

and you smile even wider.

the air is crisp. it nips at his face as he maintains a steady pace, jogging through the city. the sun isn’t even fully out yet, the sky still dark.

puffs of white leave his lips with each breath, chest rapidly rising and falling. he slows to a stop when he reaches the front of his hotel. wakatoshi takes a few deep breaths, before striding closer to the automatic doors.

“ushjima!” his coach calls from the door, “someone’s here for you.”

nodding, he jogs over to the bench and wipes his face with the towel, before looking up to see you. you’re smiling, peeking in from the doorway.

he wonders why you don’t just come in, making his way to meet you at the doorway.

“hello.” he greets curtly.

you smile, “hey.” you hand him his textbook you borrowed for the weekend (you misplaced yours and your only friend really didn’t wanna share hers). there’s a tiny bag sitting on top of it, piquing his interest.

with his hand supporting the bottom of the book, his other picks up the small bag that’s tied with a yellow ribbon. he inspects it. “cookies?” he mumbles.

“just as a small thank you.” you say, before quickly adding, “they’re like.. the healthy ones though! i figured you’re not that into sweets.”

with a sheepish chuckle, you scratch the back of your head.

he smiles, albeit tiny, he smiles. with a small nod, he begins to turn on his heels. “thank you, [y/n]. i’ll be sure to enjoy them.”

when you leave, the whole gym is suddenly silent.

“did.. did ushijima just receive cookies!?”

steam emerges from his bathroom as he opens the door, a towel hung around his broad shoulders. he searches his room for that one book he bought the other day.

finding it inside the drawer beside his bed, wakatoshi takes it, drying his hair a bit more before hanging the towel on the bathroom door.

situating himself on his bed, he opens it, calloused fingers dragging across the smooth paper.

however, before he can actually start, his phone buzzes to life. taking it, he sees that the screen lights up with your name. he smiles, chest feeling a bit fuzzy as he answers the call.

your face appears, “hi! are you busy?”

“no,” he shakes his head, corners his lips twitching upward. “i was just about to start reading the book you recommended, though.”

your eyes light up, suddenly looking around before holding a book up. “this one? or the other one?”

“the other one.” he replies, setting the book down.

you make this weird noise that makes his smile a bit more prominent, “should i leave you to that then?”

“no.” he responds quickly, “it’s alright. we haven’t talked like this in awhile.”

“that’s true.” you agree, setting your phone on the table, propping it up with your water bottle. “have you eaten?”

“have you eaten?” you ask when you cross paths with him in the hallway, on your way back to your dorm from the cafeteria.

he shakes his head, “no.”

you nod, “you should get going, then.” with a smile, you pick up your feet, brisking by him.

he turns, “would you like to join me?”

looking over your shoulder, you turn to face him. “i ate already, but i could accompany you if you don’t mind.”

it’s steady. the slow rise of his heartbeat as he nods, is steady. however, when you smile and scurry to his side, that steady rise speeds up.

pushing open the cafeteria doors, he holds it open for you.

he likes this, he thinks, he likes you. even if he already has you, ushijima can’t help but act like he still doesn’t.

he likes surprising you, always on the hunt for new date places and making you feel like he’s still pursuing you. it’s in his nature. it’s in his delicate and almost hesitant touches. it’s in the way he still kisses your forehead before letting you go home.

“wait.” he mumbles.

you turn your head, humming. “what’s up?”

your key is half-way lodged into the keyhole, hair a bit frazzled from the days activities. wakatoshi inspects you for a moment, before taking a step closer to you.

he leans down, lips brushing against your forehead. “thank you for today.” it’s quiet, like he’s unsure if what he did was uncalled for.

(“don’t move too fast, wakatoshi!” he hears tendou’s words from this morning, “you might scare [y/n]! wouldn’t want that!”)

stepping back, you return his kiss by pecking his cheek. “anytime.”

“i love you.” he mumbles, interrupting you.

you look at the screen, heart fluttering at his sweet gaze. “i love you, too.”

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renaxwrites · 4 years

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Eleven

.07 - Night Changes

synopsis: the number Eleven had always appeared in milestones of your life. it was a constant, and you didn’t know why. but you would soon find out when you study abroad in japan and meet Him.

pairing: tsukishima x fem!reader

warnings: none!

masterlist: here :)

a/n: hello again! it’s been a minute, and I haven’t been posting as much due to spending most of my spare time keeping informed on everything going onion world. it really has been stressful and overwhelming at times, I’ll be honest. however, if ANY of you need anyone to talk to or rant, don’t hesitate to message me! the best thing we can do is support one another as human beings. sorry if this chapter is long btw, lol. hope you enjoy <3 (English will be in bold) (here’s a link to the song in this chapter)

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Moon is lighting up her skin. She's falling, doesn't even know it yet.

Tsukishima was the most difficult person you’ve ever tried to read. Silent but deadly. It was the things he wouldn’t say that would leave you both curious and afraid all at once.

Yet you were falling deeper into his schemes.

You weren’t sure what to make of your short, yet intimate, moment with the boy. And it wasn’t helping that the number Eleven kept conveniently popping up more often, as if trying to send you signs about the situation. Tsukishima, being the wild card that he is, wasn't helping either. However, as time went on, you began to learn to read between the lines of his behavior.

At home, there would be light brushing on shoulders. Stray hairs being tucked into the back of your ear. The way he can’t seem to look you in the eye when he acknowledges the quality of your photos every so often.

At school, it was just like nothing happened between you two. However, even though he kept up his salty demeanor, the others could tell there was a smidge of a soft spot reserved for you.

As the trip to Tokyo was getting closer, the team started to kick their practices into high gear. You had decided change your photography time of the boys a bit shorter than normal from then on, so you can help out Yachi and Kiyoko.

The boys were on their break, and many of them went outside to indulge in some energy drinks being passed out. You sit on the sideline and begin to zone out, not noticing Suga saunter over and plop down next to you.

“Sounds like something’s troubling you. You alright?”

You turn to see a him offering a curious smile, with a light touch of concern.

“Sound? Did I say something out loud? Aw man, that’s great,” you sigh, suddenly embarrassed.

Suga shook his head. “No, you didn’t. Thinking can just appear very loud at times. Wanna talk about it?”

You ponder for a quick moment, deciding it was safe to confide in the vice-captain. “Just...boy trouble. Basically the summary.”

“Ah, I see. Well, I can relate to you there,” he tips his head back and sighs.

You flinch in disbelief. “What? You’re joking, right? And why would you be having trouble? I can’t believe it.”

He laughs. “Me either, sometimes. But yeah...”

There’s a beat of silence before he suggests, “I’ll share if you do. That is, if you’re comfortable. If not, totally understandable.”

“Actually, it would be nice to confide in someone with a different perspective. I mean, I love Yachi, but I don’t want to keep bombarding her with my guy troubles. So, sure,” you admit.

“Yeah, it’s been a while for me too. So, go ahead.”

You explain the whole spiel with the number Eleven. You were careful when mentioning your family’s background. Although the conversation was light-hearted, you trusted Suga with your past, and were rewarded with comfort as he held your hand in support. He didn’t give you the familiar pity you usually got. Instead, he intently hung onto your every word. From the very beginning with your parents, to the linked pinkies with Tsukishima, Suga nodded along, waiting until you finished to offer his insight.

Once you were done, you heave a big sigh. “Whew, that was a lot. Sorry for just dumping the whole shebang on you.”

“No need to be sorry, y/n-chan. I’m glad you trusted me. Now, regarding Tsukishima, I definitely can see something’s happening. Not just me, either, the whole team kinda figures he is feeling something about you that he doesn’t with others. But, now that you explained it, it makes perfect sense.”

He places his hand on his chin in contemplation. “I totally feel how you do with not being able to ‘figure him out’. There are signs that I feel are really special with this guy, but then I overthink it, which then leads me to wonder if it’s simply signs of being nothing more than a friend, ya know?”

You nod, “Exactly. Do you mind if I ask who it may be that’s leading you in circles?”

He chuckles. “Want to take a guess?”

You tap your lips, trying to recall any details he might have given. “Well, the only people I see you consistently hang out with outside of the club is the other thirds years. Definitely not Asahi. And you’re not pining for Kiyoko-chan like Nishinoya and Tanaka, so I’m assuming it have to be...Daichi?”

Suga playfully shoves his shoves his shoulder against yours. “Well look at you, big ol’ detective, you. Your first try. And yeah, it is.” He sighs. “At least that explains a lot that I’ve mentioned, huh?”

“Yeah. Seems like we’re both in a rut.”

You both laugh, then sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

He lights up. “What if...there was a way...to tell them how we felt...but without actually telling them?”

Confused, you look at him with furrowed brows and curious eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Well, next week the whole team and a few players from other schools are all going to get together at this little place downtown, just to have a ‘last hurrah’ before the tournament. Arcade games, karaoke, food bar, all kinds of fun stuff!” he starts to ramble about the place.

Gently cutting him off, you question, “But what exactly does this have to do with ‘confessing our feelings without actually confessing?’” You gesture little air quotes.

He goops your nose. “Did I not mention there was karaoke? Every year there’s a little tradition between everyone of having a karaoke session. Everyone has to sing at least once. Managers don’t have to, but there’s always exceptions!”

“So? Oh wait, don’t tell me...Suga noooo...”

“Suga yes.” he counters, knowing that you both know where this was going. “You and I will be up there together! Confessing without confessing! Is that a great plan or what?”

“Sure, Suga, but I don’t sing,” you try to worm your way out of his plan.

“Oh hush! Not everyone knows how to sing, but everyone knows how to karaoke. And besides, I’ve heard you sing before. You’re awesome! Those vocal chords could give an angel a run for their money.” he gives his blinding smile.

You flush a deep red. “You’ve...heard me sing before? Where?! When?! HOW?”

He puts his hand up in defense. “It was outside the gym. A few days ago. You and Yachi were singing your favorite Ariana Grande song because you were both loudly trying to decide which album was better.”

You hide your head in your hands. “Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing. Let me just launch myself into the face of the earth real quick.”

“Y/n-chan, you sing beautifully, there’s no need to be embarrassed. Suga takes your hands and makes you look up. “How about this. Today we were going to Ukai’s store to get some meat buns anyway. Let me walk with you and I’ll sing for you. I heard you sing, so you can hear me. We’ll be even that way. Okay?”

You consider it before agreeing. Once you said yes, Suga engulfs you in a hug, which you wholeheartedly reciprocate.

“Alright, seems like the break is over. See you in a bit, y/n-chan!”

You break the hug just as the team walked back in the gym. A few people saw, but didn’t think much of it.

The ones who did think of it were the two boys you and Suga just talked about.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The whole team was in spirits for the most part. Who wouldn’t be when Coach Ukai was treating them all to meat buns?

Most of the boys were following close to the coach, eager for their treat. Especially the freak-quick duo, who obviously felt like they needed to have a race to the store.

Most players were walking in their respective groups and pairs, but the you and Suga managed to fade to the back of the pack, almost unnoticed. You both decided to slow your pace, to widen the gap a little between you and the others.

“Well, I promised you a song. Which one should I do?” Suga asked. You remember that he heard you sing but don’t remember what song it was that day.

“Sing the one I did when you heard me that day?” you suggest.

He laughs and puts a hand on the back of his neck. “You were singing it in English, so I only understood a couple words...would you translate maybe?”

Suddenly you remember. “Oh! It was ‘Moonlight’ by Ariana. Some of it I could only do in English for some reason.”

Suga let’s out a noise of realization, forming a small ‘o’ with his lips. “I know that one! My classmate showed me that song, it’s really good! But I don’t remember much to be honest.”

Feeling a tad bit braver, you suggest you sing it together, you with what you know in English and him Japanese.

“Good idea! Then we can kinda see what we sound like together. Okay let me hey look up the song on my phone...”

By this point, the team was way ahead, so it was assumed they wouldn’t hear you two. You both designate your respected parts to be organized in the vocals. Once you thought it was safe, the audio starts.

Suga begins the first verse.

“The sun is setting, and your right here by my side...And the movie is playing, but we won’t be watching tonight...”

To say he sang beautifully was an understatement. His voice was velvet, light feather tips tickling your eardrums. The soothing tones of his voice washed all your fear away, giving you the courage to continue with your verse.

“Every look, every touch, make me want to give you my heart. I be crushin’ on you baby, stay right where you are...”

Once you started, he eyes sparkled with wonder. Seeing his reaction be full of awe encouraged you to keep going.

“Cause I never knew, I never knew... You could hold moonlight on your hands, till the night I held you...”

Suga joins in to harmonize as you hold out: “You are my moonlight...Moonlight...”

The song eventually ends. Just in time for you two to arrive at Ukai’s store, where the rest of the team was already chowin down on there snacks.

You and Suga flatter each other with praise, with you even throwing in a pun of how his voice was like ‘suga’.

Your loud compliment-competition caught the eyes of the teammates.

“Well, that’s new,” Daichi states before biting into his meatbun.

The second-years, first-years, and Asahi glance over to the two of you intensely conversate.

“Do you think something’s up?” Asahi suggests.

“I’m not sure. It’s not bad, I’ve just never seen them talk one-on-one, so it’s surprising to see them together like that, that’s all.”

“You don’t think y/n-chan and Suga-senpai...like...like each other. Do you?” innocent and naive Hinata says.

Nishinoya and Tanaka immediately go on defense mode. “Not our precious manager!! She must not be tainted with the sins of men!! We must protect her at all costs!!”

A big sigh is heard, and the boys turn to the culprit, only to find Kiyoko and Yachi look exasperated.

“They’re not into each other. Just because they’re having a conversation about something they’re both passionate about doesn’t immediately assume that they’re into each other,” Kitoko shakes her head, causing them to second-guess their assumptions.

Yachi also shares her piece. “Boys. So gullible.”

“Agreed.”

The two girls turn and head home, leaving the boys to reconsider their assumptions.

“Probably not that big of a deal.” “Yeah she’s right, what’s the harm.” “Eh.”

Tsukishima, although he didn’t offer any comments, only showed his thoughts when you two walked home. Short answers. Slightly colder silence than usual. Bidding you a short “‘Night” before going to bed, instead of his usual “Goodnight y/n”.

You were unsure at his sudden change in behavior, but once you tucked yourself in, you see that Suga sent you a text: “So, are you in on the plan?”

The time on your phone changed to Eleven o’clock.

“Let’s do it.”

Does it ever drive you crazy...Just how fast the night changes?

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fishiegil · 3 years

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Are you ready to be on complete and total lockdown with a bunch of volleyballs-for-brains boys? I AM! Happy Halloween, from the Karasuno babes and I to you! 🧡🧡🧡🧡 -♓︎

Various!Haikyu!!CharactersXReader: Halloween Special! (Headcanons)

🎃 For this year’s Halloween, you are an unofficial Karasuno cheerleader! You try to convince the other girls to wear your fake cheer uniform, but they are buzzkills!!

🎃 Shoyo takes Natsu trick-or-treating, because he’s the best big brother, and you run into them as Shoyo is walking Natsu back home. He opts to walk with you the rest of the way to the school, but not before Natsu chucks her ballerina tutu in his face, insisting that he hold onto it for her. Did you see the size of that candy bag she was holding? The girl has priorities.

🎃 Hisashi scares the two of you on your way into the gymnasium, because he’s a little shit.

🎃 You start a dance party, pulling Tobes into the fray.

🎃 Coach Ukai sings karaoke with you guys! It’s adorable!! (At least, you think so.)

🎃 Everyone shares their candy because they’re equally sweet.

🎃 Mr. Takeda brings a donkey piñata, because isn’t it for candy and parties? We love you, Mister Takeda, bless you.

🎃 Hinata the Piñata. (Yes, Tobio’s aiming to hit him on purpose.)

🎃 You steal Kei’s glasses because you’re annoying. :)

🎃 You tell Tadashi that he looks very handsome in his costume.

🎃 “Hinata! You’re so short, you could’ve pulled off a Little Red Riding Hood costume.”

🎃 “TSUKISHIMA, I’M LITERALLY GOING TO STAB YOU IN THE KNEES.”

🎃 You’re low-key crushin’ on Coach (EXPOSED, HARD-CORE), because, who isn’t? Everyone’s jealous, by the way. :)))

🎃 PLAYING TELEPHONE WITH THESE PEOPLE IS SO AWFUL, MY LORD. EVERYONE IS DEAF AND SHOYO DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO WHISPER.

🎃 Koshi gets pretty violent during pillow wars, but to be fair, you totally started it.

🎃 Chikara is a dear and lends you his sweater, since you only had room in your arms for your sleeping bag and the party snacks.

🎃 Daichi is a stick in the mud until he tells a scary story, and honestly, it’s pretty lame... but you all get spooked, anyway.

🎃 On your way to the restroom in the dead of night, you see a ghost, you think. It’s actually Yu, but you don’t need to know that. All you know is that him in the dark with his hair down is freaky as FUCK.

🎃 “DON’T EAT ME, EAT SHOYO INSTEAD. HE PROBABLY TASTES LIKE CANDY CORN.”

🎃 Asahi is the shyest of baby birds around you in the school’s gym storage room. How did you even get stuck in there together? Who knows.~

🎃 Ryunosuke is your savior, unlocking the useless door from the other side, and ultimately finding you and Asahi in there... alone... together. Thus, Ryu is an unrelenting pervert about it for the rest of the night. You dug your own grave, little cheerleader.

🎃 WHO LET COACH UKAI SNEAK DRINKS IN HERE. HIS AND MISTER TAKEDA’S TIPSY ASSES STARTED KARAOKE AGAIN AT TWO IN THE MORNING.

🎃 SCREAMING. THERE’S SCREAMING HAPPENING EVERYWHERE.

🎃 Shoyo embraces his pumpkin-headed-ness by getting his noggin stuck in a Jack-o’-lantern, somehow.

🎃 You accidentally scare him after the fact, so he runs up a tree, pumpkin lantern on his head and all, and won’t come down, somebody please do something.

🎃 Asahi is too shy to look in your direction now.

🎃 You all have tummy-aches in the morning, but for completely different reasons.

Extra: Halloween-themed Truth or Dare! (Headcanons)

🍭 Noya goes first, because he’s the star!

🍬 “Okay, Asahi. Why don't you shave?! If your facial hair scares people away or makes people think you're old, why don't you just get rid of it?”

🍬 “E-Eh?! But I think it looks cool...”

🍭 Asahi sulks through his turn, with your consoling hand on his shoulder.

🍬 “Uhh... Kageyama. I dare you to do a death scene with f/n.”

🍬 “Okay, give us a few minutes to talk about this...”

🍬 You pull Tobio to your side, whispering a couple of choice words in his ear. When you’re done, he proceeds to lie on his back, straight as a board, in the middle of the chaos circle, and you throw your arms up with exaggerated flair. (Read this next part in Blubbering Whale.)

🍬 “WHERE WERE YOU, TOBIO, WHEN I NEEDED YOU? WHEN I NEEDED YOU TO PUT ME ON YOUR WILL, SO I COULD RUN AWAY WITH YOUR MONEY? YOU WERE BUSY GETTING HIT BY THAT SEMI-TRUCK, THAT’S WHERE.”

🍬 YOUR LAUGHTER KEEPS CUTTING YOU OFF, THOUGH. IT’S SO HARD TO FOCUS BECAUSE TOBIO’S LOOKING AT YOU LIKE: ಠ_ಠ …

🍬 “TOBIO, CLOSE YOUR EYES, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD.”

🍬 IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO, TOBIO, YOU FOOL.

🍬 In the end, your performance doesn’t have the despairing effect you want on your audience. You just can’t stop laughing because of the way Tobes is staring up at you.

🍭 Kageyama figures he might as well ask you, since you did his dare with him.

🍬 “What's the dumbest fear you have?”

🍬 You don’t even miss a beat. “Automatic toilets.”

🍭 You really start the party with your turn.

🍬 “SHO. I DARE YOU TO DANCE LIKE A BALLERINA.”

🍬 “B-But I-”

🍬 “AND PUT ON NATSU'S COSTUME.”

🍭 Hinata honestly does not know how to play this game, so he gives his turn to Daichi.

🍬 “Ask one of the girls out to a chick flick, Kinoshita.”

🍬 “Heyyyy, Kiyoko. Wanna go to a chick flick with me?”

🍬 “No.”

🍬 “Aw!”

🍭 Kinoshita, the little shit, he goes straight for your throat.

🍬 “Tell your crush that you love him. If he's not in this room, you can use my cell phone.”

🍬 “But I don't have a crush..”

🍬 “Then call Donald MgRonald and tell him you love him, then hang up.”

🍭 You and Noya are the disaster duo.

🍬 “Okay, Noya! I dare you to stuff volleyballs in your shirt, then run up to Mister Takeda and yell that you're preggers.”

🍬 “HEY, MISTER TAKEDA! I'M PREGGERS!!!”

🍬 “Eh?! UWAAAAAH!!!”

🍭 Yachi doesn't get enough action, but when she does, it sucks for her.

🍬 “Have you had your first kiss? And if so, please share the story.”

🍬 “To be honest... my first kiss was like, in second grade...”

🍭 When Yachi addresses Yamaguchi, he gets blushy.

🍬 “If the building was burning, and you could only save three people out of everyone in here, who would they be and why?”

🍬 “All of the girls, probably. Except for f/n, she's a nasty little gremlin.” Wow, how nice of you, Yams.

🍭 Yamaguchi knows Tsukki doesn't want to participate, but you force him to anyway.

🍬 “What's the funniest mistake you've made without your glasses on?”

🍬 “... I've mistaken small children for garbage cans and thrown trash at them.”

🍭 Tsukki is relentless in his Truth or Dare, and he's having fun with it, but don't tell anybody.

🍬 “Show us the most embarrassing picture of you, Tanaka.”

🍬 “Uh...”

🍭 Tanaka's is the least surprising.

🍬 “Kiyoko, are you sure you don't have this huuuuuuuge crush on me?”

🍬 “I’m sure.”

🍭 Kiyoko actually has NO CHILL.

🍬 “Sugawara. I dare you to address (f/n) as your wife for the rest of the night.”

🍬 “W-WHAT?! Why?!”

🍬 “Because it's a dare.”

🍬 “Don't worry, my dear husband, it's only for the night!”

🍬 “Y-You don't have to do the dare too!! Please wait to marry me!!!” Rest In Peace, Suga.

🍭 Suga knows you'll pick dare, so he doesn't pass up this chance to tease you also.

🍬 “Open a Reese's using only your mouth. No hands or feet.”

🍬 Tsukki makes a dog joke and you chuck that Reese's, with your mouth, directly at his face.

🍭 You hit up Daichi once more.

🍬 “Who is the sexiest person in this room, and you'd better say me.”

🍬 He says Suga just to piss you off, then you reply to him with: “STOP HITTING ON MY HUSBAND!!” Rest In Peace, Suga, part two.

🍭 Daichi can see Hinata bouncing in his seat in wait, so he's one of the final picks of the night. Daichi has saved the worst best dare for last.

🍬 “Hinata, I dare you to switch costumes with one of the girls.”

🍬 Everyone forces it to be you, so they can make fun of him.

🍭 Kags laughs the hardest, so Hinata aims to kill with his next move.

🍬 “PUT THREE OPEN POPSICLES DOWN THE BACK OF YOUR SHIRT!”

🍬 “I DIDN’T EVEN PICK DARE, YOU DUMBASS!!”

🍬 “HURRY UP AND DO IT!!!”

🍬 Kageyama refuses to cooperate, so Hinata ends up doing it for him. He has chosen death.

🍬 The altercation that follows is a violent one, and is unsurprisingly the cause of you having to cut the game short. It was fun while it lasted.

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packsbeforesnacks · 4 years

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A Case of the Moondays || Noah & Winn

TIMING: Monday, February 3rd, 2020, Evening LOCATION: Main Street Arena PARTIES: @noah-kalani & @packsbeforesnacks SUMMARY: Winn scents a boy on the first (not) date. Noah growls. WARNINGS: Boners.

Winn wasn’t a cruel coach.

He’d run the boys ragged on Tuesday, sure, but cancelling Monday’s practice was what a good bro would do — partly because teenagers couldn’t handle their baby hangovers, and partly because he knew they’d be behind on their work and could use the time to catch up. (Would they? As if. But never let it be said he didn’t try.) If he were in their position, he’d be nominating himself for Coach of the Year for that show of sympathy.

There hadn’t been too much carnage from the party, other than some (overly) concerned moms calling him up and asking why on God’s green earth their little Timmy had taken even one sip of the devil’s water. But Winn had spent half his lifetime charming the pants off of mothers, who were all too eager to forget his “transgressions” when they met his pearly whites and warm handshake and “aw, shucks, ma’am, those wily teens” routine.

He’d spent his afternoon meeting four or five moms at one of the back tables in the Arena’s bar area, and each came out of the meeting with a glowing review of their son and an afterglow from the thrill of talking to Winn Woods: Lady Killer. They didn’t need to know he wasn’t strictly bangable; it was like crushin’ on the pool boy. Would never happen, but it was nice to let ‘em dream. But, God, he needed a fuckin’ drink, and he knew exactly what twink to hit up.

He fired a text off to Noah and ordered the first of (hopefully) many drinks. The bar was dead on a Monday, so Big D was more than happy to make his tips off Winn’s wallet, and Winn was more than happy to talk to a pretty (if, and this was a goddamn shame, unattainable) face. Worst case scenario, Winn would have to lean into becoming the newest barfly.

It was safe to say Noah Kalani wasn’t exactly known for his “good ideas.” No, Noah was usually the first person you’d call when you needed someone with unprecedented durability who wouldn’t ask too many questions.

So, when the text came in from Winn asking to redeem the ‘one free shot between friends’ coupon that had been extended that weekend during the Super Bowl, Noah fired off a “sure thing” before even stopping to think about it. And, normally, he wouldn’t. It was just two bros doing bro stuff, after all. (Right? Yes, right.)

But this week there was a catch that made everything all the more difficult for Noah. Because this week was a full moon week. And maybe for a normal wolf that wouldn’t be such a big deal, but for someone like Noah? Well. He could feel it in his chest. The ache. The urge. The need to just fucking hit something. Not to mention he was already bracing himself for the immense change he was going to experience this weekend having a shapeshifting supernatural organ that was trapped in a body that wouldn’t, no couldn’t, accommodate it. But it was too late to think about that now, his body propelling him towards the only other lump in this bar.

“Hey.” Noah nodded Winn’s way, sliding onto the barstool next to the other man. And it was weird, how something about looking at Winn made Noah calm down, his (interesting?) scent soothing his already oversensitive nose, quelling the wolfy-ness lingering underneath his fragile human skin. “Soooooo I don’t usually drink on Mondays, but I did promise you a shot. So, here I am.” He flashed a cheeky smile at the other man.

Noah wasn’t taking forever to get over to the Arena, but it was long enough that Big D had started passing Winn glasses to dry off, ignoring Winn’s protests of “I am a paying customer” and cartoonishly mumbling something about kids these days having no respect for their elders.

His protests, as Big D knew from the weeknights after practice that Winn whiled away sitting at the bar and beating his head against his readings for class, were mostly token. There was an unspoken agreement between the two: Winn could loiter if he helped out occasionally, and Big D wouldn’t bug Winn once Winn got in the zone. After all, it wasn’t as if Winn had any place better to be.

Winn’s ears perked up a bit as he heard the mechanical whoosh from the glass doors, Noah bringing in a rush of midwinter chill with him as he entered the Arena. Something tickled Winn’s nose as he handed the last of the glasses to D, but he mentally shrugged it off — weird smells popped up in White Crest all the time, and, as he reminded his furrier half, Winn couldn’t chase down every mail truck.

Noah slid in beside him, making a token greeting and beaming at him. “Nice to meetcha sober, Noah. I don’t try to get smashed on Mondays, but a cooldown beer? Yeah, I fuck with that.” Winn laughed, a small rumble at the back of his throat, and clapped a hand down onto Noah’s back. “But you did say shots, and I hold a man to his word. What’s your poison?” He gestured broadly to the alcohol behind the bar — a pretty standard collection, as far as Winn’s experience went, though there was a bottle of Maker’s Mark near the top shelf that was calling his name. He had some manners, though. Boy buying the shot gets to pick the booze, least as far as the first shot went.

“Well, I guess by proxy I’m fucking with that too today.” Noah threw out with a smile, eyes already scanning the selection of alcohol behind the bar. He wasn’t a fancy drinker by all means. No, Noah was more of a “what can I get the most of for the least amount” kind of dude (his drink of choice could usually be described as piss water, but people his age rarely drank for the taste right?).

But Winn though.

Well, Noah scanned the other man for a few seconds, trying to figure him out. He didn’t look like he wouldn’t be able to hold his own with some ‘piss water’ of his own, but something inside Noah screamed at him to make a better choice. And maybe it was the fact that Winn was older than him that sparked this internal struggle, or maybe he just needed to grow up and order something nice for a change. Either way, he waved the bartender down, mind made up.

“Can we have two shots of Tito’s for starters Big D?” he asked, figuring vodka was a respectable choice for a shot, especially since it wasn’t Tequila. “So, what’s happened with you since I last saw you, like what… 24 hours ago?” Noah asked with a smile as he watched Big D pour the shots and slide them over to the pair.

“Aw, shit. Fuckin’ Tito’s? I haven’t had a swig of that in a minute. Solid choice, bro.” If Winn was being completely honest with Noah, he’d admit that he hadn’t had a shot of Tito’s since the last time he’d done body shots or, more accurately still, the last time his body had been used for body shots. Much as he felt no real shame for his days being the vessel for many a packmates first “legal” drink (was there a better way to ring in being legal than drinking a shot off your bro? no, there was not), he got the impression from his one-and-a-half interactions with Noah that that revelation might fry the younger man’s brain.

He paused as Big D slid them their shots, glanced at Noah, winked, and threw back the shot with practiced ease. Becoming a werewolf hadn’t fucked too much with his alcohol tolerance (if anything, Winn could hold his liquor better), but his enhanced sense of taste meant that the booze would always burn, just a little, even if it was the smoothest shit this side of the Mississippi.

He smacked the shot glass down on the counter, earning a glare from D (one time he’d asked, “What are you doing, kid, tryin’ to shatter them? Fuck’s sake.”), and considered Noah’s question. “Felt bad I didn’t have much time to chat last night, man. But I chaperoned this party, swiped some choice barbeque from another party, and then passed out in a food coma. Pretty lame, right?” He snorted. “Oh, and then today I got lovingly chewed out by the local MADDs for not keeping a laser sight on their sixteen year olds. I mean, I don’t know about you, man, but they’re lucky their kids aren’t more like me when I was their age. And, hey, least they’re involved enough to know when their kids’ve been drinkin’, I guess. How ‘bout you, dude?” He leaned his head lazily on his hand, eyes bright and attentive (he hoped) on Noah.

Noah couldn’t help but beam slightly at Winn’s praise. Even for all his hesitation, his choice was apparently paying off. Maybe this was a sign he should get the good stuff more often? Or at least he should buy Winn the good stuff more often. That is, if they were going to make this a regular thing… God he hoped this would be a regular thing.

Focusing on the shot set before him, though, Noah almost missed the wink that was aimed his way as the older man threw back his liquor, his motions taking a slight pause. It wasn't like this was the first time a man had ever winked at him (no, he’d been winked at a BUNCH of times) but this was the first time that… Well, it felt weird. But good? In a way that didn't make a whole lot of sense to him at the moment. Which was probably why he should just take the shot and go on with his life before he overalayzed it to death. Okay. Okay.

Downing the liquor in his glass, Noah placed his down (albeit more getly) next to Winn’s, waving at Big D. “Two more please,” he grunted out, the burn still tickling the back of his throat. “Don’t worry about it, dude,” Noah said with a playful shrug. “Sounds like you had a busy night, and a full belly. The lamest of lames.” It was punctuated by a smile, one of his nicest and most genuine ones. But it didn’t last long as Winn started talking about his experiences with the mothers of his players.

“Ooooohhhhhh yeaaaah, that sounds rough,” Noah started as Big D placed the second round in front of them, “but looks like they didn’t cut you up too deeply.” He nudged the other man as he took the second shot and downed it. “Been alright. Floated around to a couple parties after you left with the boys. Went to work this morning, helped the vet cut off some balls. You know, the usual.”

“Haha, yeah? They couldn’t withstand my charm, clearly,” Winn said, dry as a desert. He had to admit… It was nice to just grab a drink with someone again. Sure, he had friends… or, at least acquaintances. Blanche, for sure. Ricky, though not for nearly as long and… well. Miles was a wolf, so they were bros for life, obvi. But Blanche couldn’t go out to bars yet (and, ‘sides, she’d probably think he was uncool to hang with?) and any hangout with Ricky could be (mis)interpreted as a second date and he didn’t want to make things weird. Miles… Well, he seemed, like, busy?

Noah was a new face, and a chill one, and he was buyin’ Winn a second shot, so, y’know, no complaints. Winn downed that shot, licking the residual vodka from his lips before he started again. “You make it over to Ricky’s at all? ‘S where I got the ‘cue. Ricky’s got some great meat.”

He inhaled deeply, something catching on the back of his throat. His eyes darted for a second to the sliding doors, but, no. No one had come in. Exhale. Somethin’ was buggin’ him. It was the same smell that Noah had carried in with him, he thought? Another subtle inhale through his nose, trying to both pay attention to whatever Noah was sayin’ and run through the possibilities in his head of where the smell might be coming from. Or what it was, even. His eyes flickered around the bar, and back to Noah. No. Could he be? Winn leaned forward, “to listen better” he’d say, and inhaled again. Noah smelled fresh, in the most basic sense of the word — clean, mossy, a little bit woodsy? But there was something under all of that that Winn couldn’t quite put his finger on. If he could just get closer…

Ricky’s got some great meat. Noah couldn’t help but snort at that comment, middle school lizard brain still finding puns like that funny, and not like… true in, like, the really gay way. Because that was definitely a crisis for another night.

“Yeah, I made it over for a few hours, talked to all the guys for a bit. Saw you get some of your own Ricky Cordero special.” Noah winked at Winn. Because, yeah. He’d noticed. And it didn't matter to him that those two were close. Not one bit. Because he wasn’t like other jocks. He was a Cool Jock, okay?

Watching, though, as the other man went curiously silent, Noah cocked an eyebrow as the other inched closer and closer. Wait. Was Winn smelling him? Blanching a little out of embarrassment, Noah discreetly (or not so discreetly) raised an arm, nose instantly going to his pit. No, that wasn’t it. Not that it would have been anyway, he knew, Noah wasn't insane about hygiene but he at least had the common decency to shower off the sweat and the vet building smell before he came out.

Feeling his heart start racing, he said, “Don’t know what you’re smelling, but I swear I showered before I came, dude.” Noah raised his hands in his defense, Winn’s head practically inches from Noah’s tanned chest. And if Winn was any type of supernatural, Noah was sure he could heart his heart beating out of his long sleeve, button down, Henley-esque shirt. That he was now noticing was unbuttoned really, really low and my god he was showing too much skin for Winn, wasn’t he?

Winn racked his brain, trying to figure out what Noah could’a meant when he said that Winn got a “Ricky Cordero special.” “Oh, you mean when he slapped my ass?” Winn asked, nose twitching. Closer… “Ricky’s jus’ like that, bro, y’don’t gotta anythin’ to be jealous over.” He was not thinking about the words coming out of his mouth.

Noah smelled almost like… a wolf? Fuck, what. But he wasn’t a wolf. Trust Winn to know, he’d had to dude in his damn lap! He would know if he had a wolf in his lap, he’d had plenty there, and he knew how they smelled, and Noah did not smell like them. Or like Miles! But… But…

He leaned farther forward, dimly aware that Noah had noticed him leaning forward. But, shit, if he was a wolf, then the only person he really had to be ashamed around was Big D and, eyes darting to the left, yeah, D had gone into the kitchen. The barstool creaked as it started to come forward with Winn, Winn eyeing Noah’s neck and chest, where the scent was the most concentrated.

He could hear Noah’s heart beating fast — huh, save that observation for a later time — as Winn approached his target. And Winn could appreciate an admittedly nice chest, but that wasn’t his goal. His nose hit the base of Noah’s neck, Winn took a deep breath… and everything went to shit.

“Fuck,” Winn said, tipping forward and falling into Noah’s chest, into Noah, and off of his stool. Like a domino, Noah tipped back, and Winn barely had time to throw his hands out behind Noah’s head to prevent him from cracking it open on the tile.

“Damn it,” Winn said softly, but, well, since he was here. Deep inhale. There was something off about Noah’s scent. He knew it. There was something of the wild there — maybe he’d just been fucking around with a wolf for a while and didn’t know it yet? But, no, this smelled like… a part of him?

Not for the first time, Winn wished he could just ask César… and, fuck, Winn was still on top of Noah, hands behind Noah’s head, nose in the man’s neck, and, if he was being honest, his mouth on the man’s collarbone. Winn’s legs were astride Noah’s own, bodies lined up nearly one-to-one. And… well, shit, this was about to get awkward, wasn’t it?

Noah huffed at the assumption that he was jealous, eyes rolling playfully. Winn probably didn't know, but Noah could most likely get Ricky to slap his ass too. You know if he wanted to. But before Noah could even think to respond, a certain chain of events unfolded before him.

First, there was the fact that Winn was now so close that Noah could feel the other man’s breath on the skin of his neck as he fought to hold back a shiver. Something deep down within him wanted this, wanted this to keep going wherever it might lead. But again, now was not the time, nor the place, to be having a big gay crisis.

No, now was the time to have another crisis of sorts. One where he really just needed to know what the ever living fuck Winn was doing with his nostrils jammed so far into his neck he probably could smell what he had for dinner. But, wait. Was he… scenting him? The thought hit Noah like a freight train as the dark thing that lived down deep inside him howled with approval. Scenting. Pack. Fuck. That was a werewolf thing, right? Holy shit, did he just befriend an actual werewolf? All on his own?

Noah didn’t have time to really contemplate this singular thought as Winn tipped them both over with the force of his curiosity. And Noah had been hit before. Hard, some might even say. But there was nothing like having a huge, bulky man push you over on a barstool when you were least expecting it, especially when Noah’s own body absorbed most of the fall for the both of them.

“Shit,” he wheezed as he just laid there, mind focusing mostly on getting his breathing in check, his lungs feeling as if they’d had every ounce of oxygen knocked out of them. And this wasn’t the first time Noah had had a large man on top of him. Oh, no no no. Noah was a football player, and this thing was more or less normal in his realm. What wasn’t normal was the amount (or lack thereof) of clothing between them, and the actual press of flesh on flesh. Fuck, he really should have stuck with the cable knit sweater.

“So uh. If you wanted to, uh, get me under you, dude,” Noah started after a few more seconds of silence, still laying there stock-still, trying not to look at Winn (or, the top of his head). Or, you know, think about the fact that the man was basically making out with his collarbone at this point, “uh, there might have been better ways to go about it. Preferably one that didn’t cause me bodily harm.” Humor. It was the best Noah could do in the moment, and he hoped it was enough to break the thick tension that was now hanging in the air.

You know, thinking about it rationally, from his spot down here functionally making out with Noah’s collarbone, Winn could think of times in his life where he’d fucked up worse.

There’d been that time in the Chi Alpha mug party with the dick marshmallows when he’d been a sophomore. Or that time he’d literally fallen down the side of a mountain during initiation one year — and thank fuck for werewolf endurance or he’d probably be toast. There were plenty of times in his life that he could look back on now, lying on top of Noah, that, maybe, he should’ve felt, y’know, more embarrassed about at the time. Shame wasn’t a foreign emotion to Winn, much as he liked to joke that he was as shameless as they came.

But he was blushing scarlet now, especially when Noah joked about Winn wanting to get Noah under him. (And, really, again, Winn needed more time to think about the other man’s heart rate when he wasn’t scrambling for ways to explain why he’d been literally smelling Noah.)

“Uh,” he tried, “I’m sorry, dude. Guess my tolerance is a little lower than I remembered.” He huffed out a laugh, breath dusting across Noah’s exposed neck.

And, wow, this close up, he could really see the tendons in Noah’s neck. Curse the full moon, but Winn really wanted to bite into that neck right now. Not to hurt Noah, ‘course, but something a bit more… primal. And, alllllright, time to get up, before Winn started making his (secondary) intentions extremely clear to the other man — jeans or no.

But the thing was, the wolf didn’t want to move. He felt himself growl lowly, and no. No, like the dumb dog he was, he just stayed there, hands gripped tight in Noah’s hair (Christ), and took another deep breath of the man, once again left to wonder what the fuck was under the very, very human smell of Noah. He wondered, absently, if this is how some of his packmates had felt when he’d roughhoused with them, before they’d told him their secret, if there had been something different about the way that Winn smelled that had told them that he belonged with them.

And, dammit, down boy. Distract. He started talking, low, into Noah’s neck: “Okay, so, clearly I was lying about the drinking thing. I… don’t have a good explanation here for ya, man. Just gonna have to ask you to, uh, trust me that this isn’t as bad as it seems? And, like, I know it seems pretty bad, but I swear to you that I didn’t mean to hurt you or end up here.” He gulped, pushing onward. “But... I need you to do me a massive favor and push me off of you, ‘cause I don’t think I can get off of you right now? You’re gonna have to make the first move here, so. Please help me out here, Noah.”

He whispered one last, “Please.”

I’m sorry, dude. Guess my tolerance is a little lower than I remembered. Noah may have been a barely-there, C-passing jock at times, but good lord he was he not that dumb. There was definitely more to this. So, so, sooooo much more to this, especially as the other man turned an even deeper shade of crimson, grip starting to become tighter in Noah’s hair. (They’d have to talk about that little action in the future.)

Trying just to breathe, Noah laid there for a moment, irrational thoughts streaming through his consciousness as every second passed. The wolf in him wanted to growl at Winn, gnash his teeth, and bite whatever flesh he could find, a stiff payment for knocking him over and holding him veritably hostage.

But there was also a side of him that felt the rush of blood pooling in places it should not be, Winn’s hot breath on his neck bringing back those sexual feelings he sadly hadn’t given into in a long time. Feelings he shouldn’t even be having in the first place seeing as how it was a very male appendage that was making its appearance against him.

As always, Winn brought him back, the pleading in his voice distracting Noah from each and every shiver that was tingling down his spine. (God, he was going to need to work on being well, less, excitable in his neck area.)

The fucking asshole couldn’t move? What the fucking kind of fucking excuse was that? A lame one, his inner wolf growled. And Noah couldn’t help but agree, his anger fueling his next actions.

Because yes, in retrospect, he probably could have done everything a lot gentler, but Noah Fucking Kalani was no fucking pushover, that was for sure. Making the swift choice, Noah braced, the one season of wrestling he did in freshman year really kicking in as he swung his legs up. Bracketing them around the other man, Noah rolled them both swiftly and efficiently landing to where he was on top, his own hips pinning the other to the floor, Winn’s body hitting the tile with a soft but satisfying thud.

Sitting there (and ignoring the large dick in the room), Noah just let his breath come in a soft pant as he studied the other man, searching for words. But there was only one thing he had to say right now. He leaned down. “You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?” he whispered. His big brown eyes narrowing, almost daring Winn to tell the truth.

Winn winced as Noah flipped him, grunting softly at the roughness of the maneuver and the ways in which Noah was now pressing down on him. The wolf was shocked into silence, into submission, and, frankly, so was Winn.

He looked up at Noah, the other man panting, looking at Winn with a curious gaze, like he was waiting for Winn to say something, do something. But what? Winn whined slightly, before he got annoyed at himself for whining. C’mon, Winner. Do better.

His big “problem” throbbed unhelpfully in his jeans, but he could almost ignore that, especially when Noah said the w-word. And leaned in. And whispered. Alright, so, a healthy mix of everything, then. Great. So, two, maybe three, options here, right?

Option the first: Noah was a Hunter, which seemed… unlikely, though his dick had led him astray before in that regard. Hunter wouldn’t’ve let him get that close. Wouldn’t have even hesitated to put a bullet in his chest, a hand around his throat, whatever. Hell, coulda used the shot glass for it. He blamed Jules for at least one of those options ‘causing him to groan low, in the back of his throat.

Alright, option the second: Noah was a wolf. Vaguely unlikely. He knew what non-pack wolves smelled like, in the broadest sense. And even if he didn’t, the smell underlying Noah’s normal scent wasn’t fully wolflike. He knew that now, having been, well, immersed in it was probably the most accurate?

Third… Weird human?

He pushed his hips up experimentally, testing how tightly Noah had him down, and found it was firm — but not absolute. Winn briefly considered bucking Noah off of him, but didn’t want that to be taken as somethin’ it wasn’t, considering that would mean grinding up and into Noah’s ass.

Instead, he looked into Noah’s brown eyes, searching for an answer, before he slowly, calmly, nodded. There was somethin’ about the show of force, the calm sureness of Noah’s whispered “werewolf,” that made Winn want to bare his neck, offer himself up to Noah — stupid, he knew, that was barely a thing that his packmates had even jokingly done.

Even knowing that, he turned his head to the side slightly, neck on full display, an acceptance that he’d been beat. An acquiescence to answering Noah’s questions, if he had any. But Winn let out one growl, though, to let Noah know that Winn could still fight back, if he needed to.

Staring at Winn, Noah’s eyes were trained on the other, looking for even the slightest of movements, wolfy instincts he barely knew he had ablaze inside him. He wanted proof, proof he wasn't crazy. Hell, even proof Winn was a weird motherfucker who was just trying to seduce him so he could later stuff him in a hole and wear his skin like a robe (and on that thought, Noah probably needed to stop watching psychological horror movies before bed).

Feeling Winn test his grip, though, only made Noah tighten it, mouth set in a line. Winn wasn't getting out of this without answering the question. No matter how aroused Winn was, or how much Noah was thinking that if this was happening in different circumstances… but they weren’t. They were happening here and now, with Noah pinning down a guy he'd practically just met on the tiled floor of a bar and accusing him of being a werewolf.

To which apparently the answer was yes. Winn was a werewolf. Noah sucked in a sharp breath. Fuck. Winn was an actual werewolf. The moon was only a few days away and here he was, a puny slightly-powered human pinning down a full-grown fucking wolf. Fuck having the upperhand right now, because he was going to die tonight, wasn’t he? But then Winn turned his head, the soft part of his neck and consequently his jugular on display. There was something in the action that sent a tingle through Noah’s spine, the younger boy losing his grip a bit subconsciously.

Well, that was until he heard it, the low rumble that sent him spiraling back into the darkness. No, that deep animalistic voice spoke to him. No. This would not do. Tightening back to his original strength, Noah gave in and did something he'd never done before. He growled back.

Did… Did Noah just growl at Winn?

What… the fuck. What the actual, like, flying fuck? That was a wolf growl and, Winn sniffed the air as subtly as possible (hah, fat chance, Winner). Noah smelled… more like a wolf now? (And, alright, Winn would self-examine the way in which the growl nearly made him whine, again.)

“What… are you?” Winn ventured, eyes locked on Noah.

Which, of course, was when Big D, who had managed to stay out of the fucking room while this series of increasingly nonsensical events had occured, made his presence known with a loud cough. Winn, slightly too roughly—sorry Noah—shoved the younger man off of him and stood, grateful that the bar came up to hide his waist, and what was below it, and laughed uncomfortably.

“Big D, have I ever told you how grateful I am that you’re my bartender? That you let me stay here even when I’m not drinking? How I’d do anything for you?” The bartender quirked an eyebrow, gestured to the man still on the floor, gestured to Winn, gestured to the trays stack of damp glasses he’d brought in from the back. And, yeah, okay, Winn could get the message.

“I… think you should go, Noah,” he said, staring into Noah’s eyes with a calm surety, trying to transmit ‘Look, things are complicated, but we can talk about this later.’ with just his mind, knowing that there could be so many things going through Noah’s head right now, and that, in a way, it was Winn and his dumbass wolf’s responsibility to answer any questions, but… Later. He’d figure it out. Later.

And with a whoosh, Noah was gone.

#wickedswriting #para #Noah #A Case of the Moondays

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embracingwild · 6 years

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Listen. I beat my best 5k time (50 mins) on the same course 5 days later with a 3 minute difference. I ran it in 47 mins and you bet I was proud of that. My goal is lower 40 mins for now but I was so proud of that 47 5k and my coach even said good job and i feel validated. I had the worst stomach and leg cramps the entire time but I didn't stop. It was probably one of the worst runs of the season. Soon maybe I wont be in last place. Progress is progress and I'm feeling great about my progression

BRAVEY I’M LISTENING AND I’M SMILING BECAUSE YOU ARE CRUSHIN IT!!!!

enjoy the process and always be sure you give yourself some rest and love along the way :)

#ask #running

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thisisadaseyblog · 10 months

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Derek and Edwin’s conversation, edited

Derek: Lately...I’ve been having...feelings *shudders*...about...doing the right thing Casey.

Edwin: You’re showing compassion for in love with CASEY!

Derek: *pushes Edwin* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Edwin: Sorry bro, but you can’t fool me, cause I’m a sensitive kid, and maybe you’re sensitive too.

Derek: But I don’t wanna be sensitive in love with Casey! And I don’t wanna do the right thing and tell Casey, but not telling her is making me crazy!

#just what they really meant #if the show weren't for a different audience #look at this boy #he's DEEP in love and he's realizing it #crushin the coach #lwd rewatch #clothes disheveled #missing sleep #pouring orange juice in his cereal #aggression #the signs are all there

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evajellion · 7 years

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ARMS characters with coaches?

I was discussing this with a friend last night. In 1-vs-100, depending on where you lose, you get a quote that depends on what character you play as.

At first, I thought these were from the actual characters, criticizing the player, but taking a closer look implies that the characters have a coach that’s trying to push them, or someone witnessing them fight.

Going off with each quote, I’m going to take a guess at what each “coach” character might be like. Also because I don’t see many people talking about this.

Spring Man

And the crowd goes WILD! Is it just me, or do those “boings” sound a lot like “boos”?

Start practicin’ that autograph, ‘cause we got a star on the rise!

Seems to be a very optimistic character, fitting of Spring Man, seems to be more encouraging than critical.

Ribbon Girl

Good luck selling tickets after THAT performance!

Merch sales are through the roof! Speaking of, that’s where you should have thrown the other guy.

Acts like a business manager of some kind.

Ninjara

Total fail-time to hit the books! (Like, actually start punching them.)

Soon you’ll be at the top of the class! Better start writing that valedictory speech.

Sounds like a fellow college student or a teacher.

Master Mummy

On the bright side, you’re giving me a chance to practice my resurrection spells. Eeheheheee!

I’m quite impressed that you made it this far. You didn’t sneak a sip out of my cauldron, did you?

A witch? Curiously, this character claims to have gone on a blind date with Hedlok.

Min Min

Stop noodlin’ around out there! Bored customers aren’t hungry customers!

Now’s not the time to give up. Now’s the time for the oven mitts to come off!

Er, a fellow chef? This one is weird.

Mechanica

These engines don’t work ‘cause they’re rusted over. What’s yer excuse?

Dang, yer crushin’ it! Mind takin’ care of a few of these cars while yer at it?

A fellow mechanic that speaks in a rather rude manner.

Twintelle

Can you explain to me how you managed to get cast?

Keep fighting like that and you’ll have a role in my next picture!

A very critical film director, most likely.

Byte & Barq

Yo! That was gnarly. It reminds me of this taco I once had. So good!

Brah! And I thought a sunburn hurt.

Most likely a surfer dude, this one is pretty funny.

Kid Cobra

Bro. That was some amateur ARMS’ing back there.

Yo, those ARMS are LEGIT!

Someone who helps with his videos perhaps, most likely a fellow snakeboarder.

Helix

VICTORY! YOU CANNOT DEFEAT THE MANY THAT ARE ONE.

WE ARE SORRY FOR YOU. YOU MUST BE SO LONELY...

This is one is the most interesting to me, and also the most creepy. Helix’s “coach” seems to be the Cell clones that the characters go up against in 1-vs-100. They also seem to speak like they are part of a hivemind, which makes the ARMS Labs even more dubious than before.

They also notably discourage Helix from reaching 100, becoming more agitated as Helix defeats more of them.

Either way, the implication that the Cells all feel pain at the same time and speak in a single mind is quite terrifying.

Max Brass’s isn’t too noteworthy (other than the person calling him “kid”), and I don’t know what Lola Pop’s is like.

#Arms #nintendo Arms #some creepiness regarding Helix's 1-vs-100 quotes #might be interesting for people who wanna expand on the ARMS world I guess

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sentence starters based off things my friend has said while drunk

❝ i’m going kung-fu-panda on this bitch. ❞ ❝ it’s the motion of the bro-tion. ❞ ❝ you’ve challenged me to do it. challenge accepted. i’m doing it. ❞ ❝ i don’t like this game. ❞ ❝ don’t give her the hat - DAMMIT, YOU GAVE HER THE HAT! ❞ ❝ i’m surprisingly alert. ❞ ❝ i can literally drive right now. ❞ ❝ my hand eye coordination is still perfect...not that perfect, but pretty perfect. ❞ ❝ she tricked me! ❞ ❝ let’s do it until i horribly injure myself. ❞ ❝ of course it was good, everything i do is good. ❞ ❝ that was weak, and i blame you. ❞ ❝ wasting precious time?! it’s 4:30 in the morning! ❞ ❝ OH JESUS CHRIST ❞ ❝ one out of two. not bad. ❞ ❝ you better eat your words! ❞ ❝ she’s asking nicely, just give the little lady what she wants! ❞ ❝ OH, SHIT! THAT WENT SO MUCH BETTER IN MY HEAD! ❞ ❝ you’re distressing me with all this violence. ❞ ❝ you’re really crushin’ my mellow. ❞ ❝ GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE, COACH! ❞ ❝ you put it on the sex couch, dammit! ❞ ❝ oh yes, please, touch the dirty, sex weight! ❞ ❝ you made contact with the sex weight, OH NO! ❞ ❝ i’m just lookin’ out for your health, you gotta stay hydrated. ❞ ❝ lucky i got these jeans to protect my delicate penis. ❞ ❝ soldier down. ❞ ❝ listen to your friend, she’s obviously very wise. ❞ ❝ i’m so delicate. a delicate flower. ❞ ❝ i’m not afraid of licking a candle. you got me all wrong. ❞ ❝ bitch, you know i can twerk. ❞ ❝ dance off, right now, it’s happening. ❞ ❝ that looked like it hurt. for you. ❞ ❝ i’m just drunk enough to have no inhibitions. ❞ ❝ don’t act like you know my story, bitch. ❞ ❝ my lap dance skills are a little rusty, so i hope you’ll forgive me.❞ ❝ these are the eyes of a man with nothing to lose. ❞ ❝ i mean - fuck, whip it out, bro. ❞ ❝ obviously i’ve done shit since fifth grade, i’m a flippin’ baller. ❞

#sentence starters #rp prompts #prompts #starters #ask prompt #ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ; ( ooc. )#( i literally dont even know )#rp #ᶠᵃᶰ ᵐᵃᶦᶫ ; ( prompts. )

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Crushin’ It

Fat Amy is my spirit animal. No for real. Any time I have to upload an avatar to a site (that is not professional and job-finding related) I use this photo:

Or this one:

Why? It makes me laugh. I love her character and these pictures make me smile every time I see them, so I use them.

I am going through a rough time right now. I am not sure what the various stages of transition are but I ::feel:: like they go something like this: acceptance, elation, drunkenness, uncontrollable sobbing, excitement, hopefulness, delusions of grandeur, disappointment, more drunkenness, sinus pressure headache from more uncontrollable sobbing, enlightenment, and then possibly becoming one with the Force? They may not necessarily go in that order and there are times you’re are stuck in an unending loop. I am also not sure what the final stage is because I am not there yet. Look for a followup post.

I was recently in Ohio, taking a break from my break. No wait, hear me out. It was also my mom’s birthday. I had spent my first month in Miami becoming increasingly desperate in my job search for no reason other than I don’t know what to do with myself right now. I redid my resume to target business-y things I have been doing. I applied to a bunch of HR and Project Manager jobs. I looked up what certifications I could take to make me seem like I know what I am doing. I looked into programming and networking to see if there was anything for me there. Every time I did one of these things a piece of me died inside a little bit. It wasn’t until I went to an interview at LA Fitness that something started to click.

The interview at LA Fitness was for a position that is largely a scam. While they said it was for a personal trainer assistant manager, it was really a job selling memberships for personal training. If you know me at all, you know I am a TERRIBLE sales person. I have a hard time selling my own skills and abilities even though I know for a fact my coaching services are worth it. There was no way I was going to be able to sell over-priced personal training packages to people to work with personal trainers I didn’t know. But that is not the point.

The point is the only part of the interview that got me excited was talking about helping people perform better. Talking about coaching people, helping people, and getting them to be the best they can be. Afterwards, while I reflecting on the interview and trying to figure out where the nearest Chipotle was because, duh, something tiny clicked in my brain.

I am looking for the wrong things.

So in order to stop the cycle, to visit my family (because I have time to take longer trips right now), and to eat mass quantities of chips and salsa from Rancho Fiesta, my favorite restaurant in the entire world, I went home. I hung out with my family. I ate all the chips and salsa. I let my three year old niece brush my hair. And I thought about where to start looking for the right things. Things that involve helping people, improving performance, and not coaching CrossFit. I currently have 12% of a plan. I am also no longer in full-on panic mode (I may be again soon but let me enjoy this time!). Basically, I am crushing it.

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reverse au hcs

victor is salty™ that his coach (ie yuuri) won’t go with him to get manicures, bc yuuri is always bundled in sweaters and jackets and victor is like “yuuri. yuuri,,,”

yuuri cooks the most boring food ever bc he knows he’s picked up a lil weight off-season. victor is crushin on his soft curves like MAD

yuuri fiddles with his glasses while he lectures and victor is. he’s thirsty at practice every day. everyone at yakov’s rink is #suffering

yukachin (dog NAMED AFTER YUURi) is a big roll of fluff. victor 100% sighs to him when yuuri goes out shopping. “yuka, listen,,,,yuuri won’t kiss me,,,this is cruelty, i want to die,,,”

yuuri is lowkey smug af that victor can’t keep up with him at practice. amazing. i lov e him

yuuri is. the dadfriend™

victor looks at yuri plisetsky like. a smol. hes like. “look at u child. hilar ious. look at me and my idol. youre so jealous,,,HAHah”

i cry every day abt reverse au, end me

#reverse au #txt #lies down and just fricking!!!!!!#cries!!!#wtk rants #yurice

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12 kick-ass soccer movies to watch instead of the World Cup

When I was in elementary school, my parents thought it'd be a great idea to get me, an uncoordinated only child, involved in some Team Sports. One of those sports just so happened to be soccer.

I attended practices, ran my little asthmatic lungs out, and poured my sweat and tears (no blood, come on, people) into the sport. Sadly, my cleats rarely touched dirt, and whenever they got anywhere near the ball, I committed one of the ultimate sports sins: I froze.

Needless to say, I stopped playing soccer and never followed the sport professionally. Because of these circumstances, I'm sorry to say I do not care about the FIFA World Cup. What I DO care about, however, are great soccer movies.

SEE ALSO: A 'clairvoyant' cat has predicted who will win the World Cup opening match

If you, too, dream of celebrating the World Cup without the pressure and commitment that comes with watching professional soccer, I've got you covered!

Trust me, you can still get in the spirit of the game by dusting off your participation trophies and watching these excellent 12 soccer movies instead. And if you are a fan of the World Cup, well, then you can watch these movies to keep your soccer obsession going.

The greatest soccer movies of all time

Let’s kick things off (ha ha) by diving right into five soccer movies I can confidently say are wonderful. Shall we?

1. She's the Man

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The top spot obviously goes to one of the greatest sports films of all time, She’s the Man. The 2006 modern-day sportsy version of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night stars Amanda Bynes and Channing Tatum. After the girl’s soccer team at her school gets cut, Bynes, who plays the utterly hilarious Viola Hastings, disguises herself as her brother Sebastian to join the boy’s soccer team and prove her skills. 12/10 would recommend. Gets better every time.

2. Air Bud: World Pup

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Next, we have Air Bud: World Pup — a 2000 film that clearly could not be more perfect for the occasion. The beloved Buddy (RIP) proves he’s not just a basketball star (spoiler alert: he's good at all athletics) when he joins the local soccer team and helps them in the championship playoffs. If you like sports and playful pups, this is the pick for you!

3. Switching Goals

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Switching Goals is a timeless Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen classic. The 1999 tale of two soccer-playing twins placed on different teams offers up the ultimate competition. I mean, what could compare to a good, old-fashioned sibling rivalry on the field?

4. Bend It Like Beckham

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If you're looking for a film about impressive soccer skills, strong friendship, and crushes on a coach, Bend It Like Beckham is here for you. The 2002 film stars Parminder Nagra as Jess Bhamra, an 18-year-old whose strict Indian parents won't let her play soccer. With the help of Keira Knightley's character, Jules Paxton, the two bring a team to greatness.

5. 1/4 of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

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The 2005 film The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants — based on the novel by Ann Brashares — tells the story of four long-distance best friends sharing a pair of jeans that just so happens to fit them all perfectly. One of the girls, Bridget, played by Blake Lively, is a soccer player, which makes this a totally acceptable movie to watch during the World Cup!

Soccer movies I've never actually seen that look slightly promising

Now let's take a look at a few films that I can't personally vouch for, but which look like perfectly fine ways to participate in World Cup mania.

6. Kicking and Screaming

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This 2005 comedy starring Will Ferrell deals with a whole lot of competition, both on the field and in the family. When Ferrell's character, Phil Weston, becomes head coach of his son's soccer team, he learns he'll have to compete against a rival team led by his own father, Buck. Things presumably get very messy.

7. Playing for Keeps

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This 2012 soccer film stars Gerard Butler as a retired player turned coach of his son's team. Though lots of soccer moms are crushin' on him, Butler's character's heart still appears to belong to his ex-wife, played by Jessica Biel. Sounds like some solid rom-com potential.

8. Her Best Move

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Her Best Move is the 2007 coming-of-age story of Sara, a 15-year-old who just wants to live her messy teen life but is blessed/cursed with insanely good soccer skills and therefore has to play on her dad's team. (Note: The dad in this film is Scott Patterson, aka Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls, so that alone makes it worth the watch).

9. The Big Green

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Walt Disney Pictures tells the story of a 1995 soccer miracle that takes place in the town of Elma, Texas. Talented and hip new teacher Anna Montgomery (Olivia d'Abo) teaches her kids to play with the help of Sheriff Tom Palmer (Steve Guttenberg.) Note: I see some familiar faces from The Sandlot, which means it's probably another great sports film.

Movies ~actual soccer fans~ recommend

Because I want you to have the best Not Watching The World Cup But Still Watching Soccer experience, I took it upon myself to ask real soccer fans in the Mashable office for their movie recommendations. Here's a selection of films they feel did the sport justice.

10. The Damned United

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First up is the 2009 drama The Damned United. The film, set in England during the '60 and '70s, tells the story of the challenging/complex/legendary 44 days that football (soccer) player Brian Clough (played by Michael Sheen) spent managing Leeds United. It also seems fairly funny from the trailer.

11. Victory

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Don't you feel like there should be a 1980s soccer film starring Sylvester Stallone? Welp, there is! Stallone plays Captain Robert Hatch in the 1981 drama Victory, which shows soccer as it's played in a German POW camp. Under unusual circumstances, a German National team of Nazis competes against a group of their prisoners of war for the win.

12. Fever Pitch

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My colleague Kellen recently brought to my attention the fact that there is a Fever Pitch other than the not so great baseball film starring Drew Barrymore and Jimmy Fallon, and it's about soccer. The 1997 movie stars A YOUNG COLIN FIRTH as a teacher/coach, and that's it! You had me at "young Colin Firth!"

Happy World Cup, everyone!

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