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hi big fan but too scared to publicly request 😭

could u do the Bad Batch boys reacting to female reader having a boyfriend they didn't know about? like maybe they're on break at the barracks and she starts dressing more revealing and cute and then leaving and they spot her with a man 😭

but ofc, because we love our clones more then other men, something needs to go horribly wrong so she splits up with them and comes back crying or something. you can add whatever twist you want, but (projecting here) perhaps the man was just trying to rush physical things with her and treating her like an object from the beginning and she just wanted to impress him until he started making her uncomfortable. hmm, very specific 🤔

anyway, love your writing so much. thank you 🙏

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Word Count: 3.3k Pairings: Mostly platonic Bad Batch x fem!reader Warnings: objectifying d-bag bf, lil violence, a beer or two, jealous men Summary: The Bad Batch are back on Coruscant and looking for a night out with you. They find you and your new, unsavory boyfriend.

Frustrated and edged with exhaustion, Crosshair stomped onto the Marauder. He’d spent the last hour scouring the upper level of Coruscant for you to no avail. You’d missed your usual visit with the men of Clone Force 99 when they were on-world.

Visiting you became routine after their first visit to the Capitol. They’d come for special training before they were even assigned their signature armor. Ready for a taste of the real world, they’d snuck out into the city on their first night and right into the arms of swindlers. 

Somehow they’d fallen into the sights of a charming group of people you were all too familiar with. You watched the whole scene unfold from the balcony of your apartment. They promised to show the men a ‘good time’ and you knew that came with some unsavory consequences.

With nothing better planned for your night, you intervened and saved the men from, at the very least, being scammed. It turned out to be an unforgettable night with four new friends to boot and, when leave allowed, they’d find you for some fun.

So, with a few days between mission briefings and not knowing when they’d have leave again, the Batch tried to track you down. The problem was that this time they couldn’t find you anywhere - anywhere being your home or at the store you worked. 

Tech stayed with the ship while the rest looked for you. Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo were the first to turn in, leaving Crosshair to finish the hunt.

Hunter and Echo hung around the cockpit while Wrecker kicked back in a chair near the nav screens when Crosshair returned. As he sunk into the open nav chair next to Wrecker, Tech, wiping his hands on a rag, came aboard. 

Wrecker swiveled to face Crosshair with his head cradled in his hands. “Still can’t find her?”

Leaning onto his elbows, Crosshair growled into his hands. “What gave it away?”

“Did you check her coordinates?” Tech asked, seemingly exasperated by their wasted efforts.

“And how would we check her coordinates?” Echo scoffed from the cockpit. He and Hunter meandered their way towards the other three.

Tech looked between his brothers, disturbed by their blatant ignorance. “With the tracking device I gave her.”

Crosshair’s head shot up, masking his interest with a show of distaste, “You put a tracking device on her?”

Clearly offended by the idea, Tech snapped back, “No.” She wanted to make sure we could find her easily.” The silence that fell between them suggested they didn’t believe him. 

“You were all there.” He insisted, waiting for them to remember only to be met with silence. Sighing, Tech’s shoulders fell and he raised his forearm as he muttered, “Must’ve been when we were alone.”

Wrecker shot forward in his seat, jabbing an accusatory finger at Tech. “When were you alone with her?” The corner of Tech’s lips ticked up as he tapped through his controls, but he didn’t grant Wrecker a response.

They all seemed to forget that Tech kept plenty of information close to the chest. He also tended to be the more sober one of their nights out. They called him a lightweight, but having found it leant him private time with you he called it a fair trade.

After a few seconds, Tech pinpointed your location. Something caught in his throat when he saw how close you were. Tech proudly announced, “Found her. She’s at a lounge one sector over.”

His earlier annoyance faded as Crosshair pushed a toothpick into his smirk, “Sounds like she might need some company.”

“Well boys,” Hunter spoke up with a grin. Tossing a thumb in the direction of the exit he asked the group, “What do you think? Should we crash her night?”

Wrecker bounced up, filling the Marauder with a loud laugh. “You kiddin’? I can’t wait to see the look on her face.”

The men wasted no time in heading your way. Wrecker and Hunter led the group through the crowded streets, followed by Crosshair and Echo with Tech trailing behind with his face in a datapad, making sure they didn’t lose track of you.

Crosshair, noticing Echo’s half-worried look, tapped Echo with his elbow, “Lighten up, Echo. You might have fun for once.”

Used to Crosshair’s prodding, Echo rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice, “Yeah, well some people don’t like surprises. This is either going to be fine or be a complete disaster.”

“Most likely a disaster.” Tech chimed in from the back.

You were only a few minutes away in a dark, basement floor lounge. Amongst a smattering of half-empty booths and dim lighting, you stood near the bar with a small group of men. 

In the time between Clone Force 99’s last visit and now, you’d fallen in with a man you’d met through work. He was nice enough, persistent in pursuing you and his attention wasn’t unwelcome.

You found yourself answering his calls, meeting his friends, and spending time with him on your days off. Slowly the casual company became intimate and so you stood amongst his friends, in a dark lounge with his hand on the small of your back. The dress you wore, chosen by your new boyfriend, was a little tight for your taste and exposed nearly all of your back.

He claimed it would boost your confidence. The twirling he had you do for his friends suggested it was for his own ego.

Your partner promised you’d be gone by midnight - a promise he’d broken more than once so far. Impatience and boredom dragged the night out, soothed only by cocktails and the bracelet you fidgeted with.

It was a handcrafted gift from Tech and their way to find you. You’d asked for the device in hopes that it would make you miss them less.

It didn’t. You decided that next time you were getting their comm channel out of them even if by force. If there was a next time.

Distracting yourself from the idle conversation around you, your eyes drifted around the mostly empty room. The music was as low as the lighting, only meant to allow conversations to remain private.

The group was having a fun time, some of the jokes even broadened your smile, but generally you were counting the minutes until you could leave. 

Commotion echoed down the front stairwell, breaking the calm of the establishment. Loud, booming laughter quieted your group, piqued your interest, and dialed your attention onto a familiar sound. Your heart stopped when you recognized the sound of shifting armor. For the first time all night, a genuine, albeit hopeful, smile brightened your face.

You stopped breathing all together when the Bad Batch stepped into the room. As impressive as the first time you saw them, your five friends fanned out with each of them scanning the room. Crosshair, ever the eagle eye, spotted you and shoved the brother beside him, Tech, with his elbow.

They were looking for you, you realized. The thought propelled you towards them, your feet barely touching the ground.

You’d not seen the Batch in months. A part of you had worried for the worst - that you’d never see them again. That nagging part of you grew larger than you’d realized, big enough that the relief of seeing them nearly reduced you to tears.

“C’mere, Mesh’la!” Wrecker bellowed, catching you in his arms as you hurled yourself at him. His hands scorched your back, a sensation you’d not felt in the months of their absence.

The harder you held onto Wrecker the more his armor dug into you, making it even harder to breathe through your excitement. When he finally set you down, you immediately latched onto the next closest man, Echo.

The smell of you overwhelmed him for a moment and he had to bite back a groan when he caught a sight of your exposed back. Echo couldn’t even return the gesture before you pulled away and whacked his chest plate. 

Stiffening your lip, you made a poor attempt at a scowl.

Hunter stepped in on you, not hesitating in wiping away your budding tears. “That look says you didn’t miss us too much.” Being so close to you after so long gave him half a thought to kiss you.

“The tears had me fooled,” taunted Crosshair from somewhere beside Wrecker.

Despite the half-assed scowl, a smile broke through and relief warbled your voice. “Do you even know how long it’s been?” You demanded, casting a look between them all.

Tech came to your side, plucking up your wrist for inspection. “Ninety-eight standard rotations.” He said casually, removing your bracelet without looking up.

The anxiety that spiked as he let you go forced your hand to keep him close. Your touch snapped his head up and you tilted towards him, playfully purring, “Aw, you missed me enough to count?”

He opened his mouth, some witty remark surely on his tongue, but a different voice piped up.

“Should I assume these men are your friends?” Your boyfriend said from behind you. You’d all but forgotten where you were and who you were with. 

Immediately releasing Tech, you turned away from the clones, pivoting to stand between them and your partner. Flashing a weak smile you waved in the direction of the Batch, meaning to introduce them.

Crosshair cut you short by stepping forward, putting himself halfway between you and your partner. Sporting a challenging smile, Crosshair looked the stranger up and down. Clearly unimpressed he scoffed, “What’s it to you?”

A pit formed in your stomach when your boyfriend planted his hand on your back. The possessive touch didn’t carry the same flame Wrecker’s did, something you’d not realized up to that point.

“I try to make a habit of knowing my girlfriend’s friends.” Your partner said, accentuating the sentiment with a kiss to your temple.

Slightly horrified Tech recoiled, incredulously parroting in unison with Hunter, “Girlfriend?”

It would’ve been impossible to inform them while they were away, and you certainly owed them no explanation, nonetheless shame crept through you. Avoiding the eyes of your friends, you grinned at your boyfriend, “Let me introduce you to the finest soldiers the Grand Army of the Republic has to offer.” Proudly inhaling your smile grew and you added, “And my friends.”

Looking between your boyfriend and the group, an odd thought occurred to you. You’d never realized the man beside you was on the short side. Shorter even Hunter at least.

Wrecker placed a hand over his chest, mockingly cooing to Crosshair, “Aww, she likes us.” 

Crosshair snorted, when it wasn’t directed at him Crosshair went along with his Wrecker’s goading. Crossing his arms and leaning towards his larger brother, the sniper mused “She’s even blushing.”

Your boyfriend snapped his head towards you, annoyed to see that you were indeed blushing. He’d not seen you get this easily worked up. Although he knew from the moment you ran into Wrecker’s arms that he wanted you nowhere near the men. 

Slowly scanning your form, a condescending smile perked Crosshair’s lips. “Didn’t know that was your style,” He nodded at you, obviously referring to your outfit.

Crosshair never failed to pull a reaction out of you, this time you were  interrupted by your boyfriend slipping his hand up your back and down your arm. The action knotted frustration in your throat as it was what he had done with his friends. 

The longer Crosshair watched this man with his hands all over you, the harder Crosshair bit down on his toothpick. Since you’d first coerced him to dance, Crosshair’s own hands still ached to find their way back to your waist.

And just as he had with his friends, your boyfriend lifted your arm by your hand. He gave you a light jostle, encouraging you to spin around. “It suits her, doesn’t it? I picked it out myself.” 

Where the eyes of his friends felt oily and unwelcome, you only felt heated embarrassment in front of Clone Force 99.

The dress flattered you and you could admit that, at times, you’d imagined how it’d feel for the clones to see you in something like it. You wondered what it would be like for even one of them to see you as more than a friend. To find you attractive. Maybe even want you. But not like this.

Unbeknownst to you, the men did find you attractive. Exceedingly so even. You were a breath of fresh air for them and the only glimpse of normalcy they had. 

As opposed to spinning, you tried to tug your hand free as you mumbled under a smile, “I don’t want to do that.”

Hunter and Echo exchanged a confused look. Just as your boyfriend hadn’t seen this excited side of you, the Batchers hadn’t seen you like this. You looked uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend firmly held your hand. Groaning, he tilted his head back in feigned exhaustion. “Babe,” he dragged the word out before speaking to you like he was correcting a child. “We talked about this, lighten up and give us a spin.” 

Hunter caught you off guard when he pulled your hand free. While he kept his touch soft in light of whatever new boundaries your boyfriend posed, he wasn’t going to watch you be pushed around. Unwilling to risk your discomfort, he made sure to step out of your space quickly.

You almost stepped with him.

“She said ‘no.’” Hunter said with the authority of his rank. 

Your boyfriend scoffed and drew back in disbelief. “I’m sorry, where did you all even come from?” Either out of misplaced bravado or from the liquid courage, he advanced on Hunter. “Don’t speak for her.”

Blinking away the irony, you tried pulling him back. “He wasn’t,” you whispered in attempts to soothe him.

He yanked out of your touch, earning a growl from Wrecker. Raising his voice in challenge, your boyfriend insisted, “No, I think he was.”

Ever the voice of reason, Echo stepped in beside Hunter. “Why don’t we just take a breath?” Echo’s hazel eyes fell to you, brows pulling together in a silent question.

“I’m fine, Echo.”

“You’re fine?” Your boyfriend whipped his irritation around on you. A beat of fury pulsed between you and all you could do was smile awkwardly. How had this escalated so quickly?

“I’m sorry,” You chuckled in astonishment. “What’s going on with you?”

Neither of you backed down, in fact he only pushed harder by angling his face into your space. “What’s going on with me?” The smell of liquor on his breath finally connected the dots for you. “What other friends do you have that I don’t know about?” 

Suddenly, something caught his eye. Turning his attention to Tech, your boyfriend pointed at your bracelet in Tech’s hand. “What are you doing with that?” He asked suspiciously.

Tech, who had been silently picking the stranger apart, gave a scornful roll of his eyes. Tucking the accessory away in one of his many pockets, Tech said in a dry tone, “I don’t believe what I do with my gift is of any importance to you.” He may or may not have purposely mentioned ‘my gift.’

Wearing a confident smirk, Tech looked directly at the man beside you as he said, “It suits her, doesn’t it?”

As if on cue, your boyfriend gave you a seething, sideways glance, playing right into Tech’s hand.

Heaving a sigh, and trying to lend him the benefit of the doubt, you made another attempt at directing him away from your friends. “Why don’t you-”

This time he smacked your hand hard enough that it stung. This was a side of him you’d not expected and it was not one you liked. 

A snarl rippled through Crosshair as he lunged between you, put his hand over your boyfriend’s face, and thrashed him backwards. Wrecker cackled, only encouraging a wicked smile from Crosshair as he shifted over your splayed out boyfriend.

You winced at the spot of blood coming from his nose. Notably, though, you didn’t intervene this time.

Wrecker came around to you, resisting the urge to step the man on the ground by completely passing over him. Gently, he lowered himself to your eye level and lifted your hand. His touch felt so different from that of the man you were seeing, it made you completely forget the feeling in your hand.

They all made you feel so different. You’d missed them much more than you’d realized.

“You alright, Mesh’la?” Wrecker swiped his palm over your cheek and down your neck to rest on your shoulder.

The soft smile you offered him swelled something in Wrecker’s chest. Your presence created a soft spot in his life, making it harder to leave you with each trip.

You laid a hand over the massive one on your shoulder, “I’m fine, really.” Although it probably wasn’t ‘fine’ that you had to reassure them all over the behavior of someone meant to be your partner.

From the ground, the man in question snickered, “I see it now.” Pushing up onto his elbows, he spat, “You’re just a barracks bunny.”

The insinuation was lost on you but not Echo.

Echo lurched through the group, shoved Crosshair aside and ripped the drunken man by his collar. “You little scumslug!”

For what seemed like the first time ever, Echo had to be the one restrained. Hunter broke in and yanked Echo up before he could drill his scomp into the downed man. You and the rest of his squad all wore similarly surprised expressions. 

Seeing Echo lose his temper was the breaking point for you. The man you’d allowed into your life was still panting on the ground when came to stand over him. He didn’t say anything, knowing full well what the look on your face meant.

“Don’t call me again,” You muttered dismissively and said nothing else as you turned to leave, waving for the others to follow. “Let’s go guys.”

They all followed suit, except for Crosshair. He crouched onto the balls of his feet and leveled a sneer to your newly dubbed ex. Low enough for just the two of them to hear, Crosshair said, “We’ll know if you bother her again.” The sniper drew just an inch closer to hiss, “Come near her again and you’ll never see daylight again.”

Crosshair sat still for a moment, ensuring the promise properly sunk in. Having watched the color drain from the man, Crosshair flicked his toothpick into the sad sack’s face.

When you all finally made it back to your place, it was decided that a quiet night in was well deserved for you all. It didn’t exempt the night from at least a few drinks.

Returning from your kitchen with a round of beers, you settled onto your couch between Echo and Tech. Wrecker lounged on the floor while Crosshair and Hunter occupied the remaining arms chairs.

They regaled you with stories from the front lines in exchange for the quiet comfort of your company. Eventually, you reclined against Tech, eyes shut, as he scrolled through his datapad.

“Echo.” You said, seemingly out of nowhere. Peaking an eye open you lilted a suspicious smile his way. 

Mid-sip, Echo could only hum in acknowledgment. When you asked, “What’s a barracks bunny?” He nearly choked on his drink.

“Yeah,” Wrecker blurted out, the confusion coming back to him. “I was wondering that too?”

All eyes were on Echo as a flush came over him. It hadn’t dawned on him that the men of his new squad had little experience with typical trooper slang or the rumors regarding some regs.

“It’s...” He stuttered to get the definition out, ultimately shaking his head and setting his beer aside. Passing the buck to Tech, he chuckled, “You know what, Tech why don’t you put the holonet to good use and look that one up yourself.”

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a/n: Thank you to everyone who offered me their words of support over the last month. It's been a really dark time and I'm always amazed by how lovely this fandom is. I'm forever grateful to all you barracks bunnies out there.

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Getting fucked at your parents house filled with your cousins and unless and aunts on Halloween. FemReader is roaming around in short skirt, showing their ass to Simon every now and then. Readers mom sends her to get the table from the backyard, but Simon lurks behind her. Ofc her cousins are jaw opened watching them, reader getting plowed on the table. Later her mom asks what took so long.

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PLEASE PLEASE JUST DO THIS ONE. IMMMA LOVE AND CRY

OH MY.... OKAY ILL TRY TY FOR THE ASK CYBER!

It was a warm Halloween evening, there were kids running around, parents yelling for their kids to slow down and your family was setting up a nice candy bar in the front yard for parents and children to snack on!

You were wearing a short nurse cosplay, your cleavage visible and the bottom of your ass peeking out of your skirt.

Simon, being the friendly neighbour he is, came over to you and handed you a bowl of... licorice..?

"Got candy for the kids." He said in a gruff but friendly tone, the stubble on his face making the sharpness of his jawline stand out.

"Oh!... thank you Mr. Riley!" You cheered, a smile plastered on your pretty face.

He nodded, and you walked over to the snack bar with your bowl of licorice and set it down, Meanwhile Simon's gaze never left your pert ass.

A few hours later the snack bar got so filled up your mother sent you to get more tables from the backyard, When Simon noticed you grabbing tables he walked over and stood behind you, placing his big hands on the soft fat of your hips, making you look over your shoulder and up at him.

"Y'need help, bird?" He said, a low husky tone creeping up into his voice which made your cunt suddenly clench involuntarily.

You stuttered a bit before he grinned and bit the curve of your neck softly, causing you to arch and moan, pressing your ass against his thigh.

"Needy girl. All I did was bite and now you're pressing yourself on me like a dirty slag." He growled.

You whined and pressed yourself harder against him before he flipped you onto your back and layed you down on the table in the backyard, spreading your thighs and running a thick calloused finger through your soaked panties.

You gasped and shuddered, the feeling of his finger on your soft, wet cunt better than your own.

You then heard a belt buckle being opened and a zipper before he pulled his thick veiny cock out, a thick vein going down the middle and the tip an angry purple.

"Look what y' do t'me ye dirty slag. Pretty girl all dolled up f'me, makin' me hard n' leavin me desperate." He growled into the side of your neck before he bit your earlobe, making you shudder and gasp.

He slowly pulled your panties to the side and rubbed his fat cock along your slit, using your slick to lube his cock up.

It felt divine.

His muscular rugged body above you, when he slowly starts to push in, making you clench and cry out, grabbing his soft belly before he stopped, holding your hips and cooing at you.

"S'alright pretty... y'r doin' so well f'me, you'll take it yeah? Be a good girl and take it?" He cooed at you, rubbing your hip with his thumb as he keeps pushing in, watching the bulge under your tight costume appear on your belly.

You gasped and arched, throwing your head back and curling your toes in pleasure, your head swimming and his cock making you see stars. It's so fucking long. And thick. It never ends.

You look back down to see just the head is in, your eyes widen.

"M-Mr. Riley.. please... s'too big for me.." You whine, clenching harder as he attempts to push in more.

He shushes you by kissing you, his mouth crashing against yours.

He keeps pushing in until he bottoms out, his balls resting nicely against your ass, before he groans and slowly starts thrusting, slow at first before getting his rhythm and jack hammering his cock into your cervix, bruising it while giving you pleasure.

He clamps a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he grits his teeth, your cunt keeping on sucking him in.

His balls churn and draw up tighter to his body with each harsh thrust into your cunt, every hit to your cervix makes you see starts and his fat cock stretches you open in a delicious painful way that you can't help but get addicted to.

He thrusts a bit harder before he slams into you one more time, emptying his thick load inside of you with groan, his hand slipping from your mouth as you shudder and cum around his cock before he pulls out.

Both of you are sweaty and panting before he chuckles and zips himself back up, slipping your panties back onto your trembling, drooling frame.

"Cmon sweet girl, we gotta go back." You nodded in reply, getting up and wobbling a bit before he chuckled again and grabbed the table, throwing you over his shoulder and brought you back to the life of the party, where you both continued to have fun into the night.

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Imagine Luca meeting you at the beach after watching you surf waves. Like, he showed up surf and just enjoy himself, and he does, but he didn't expect to see you absolutely killing it on the water. When you come back to dry land, he knows he has to introduce himself to you because that was awesome.

So, he approaches with that pretty smile and compliments your skill, sticking his board in the sand and holding it happily as you two start a conversation about how the waves are great today and how you got into surfing. Before you know it, you're walking over to a food truck parked nearby and exchanging numbers.

When he talks about you and how you met, he definitely gets some good hearted teasing from his team about his "beach babe" but he could care less about that. He smiles just thinking about you and can't wait to see you again.

hi can I please have a sakusa kiyoomi burger and rockstar x groupie with two straws? <3

CLIENT-9; sakusa kiyoomi. burger—haikyuu. drink—rockstar x groupie.

contents smau. DON’T PAY ATTENTION TO THE TIME STAMPS, THANKS! reader is… desperate. band! au. komori mentioned/part of the band.

authors notes hope u dont mind i made this a smau rather than traditional writing... anyway sorry if this is ooc, ive only written for him once i think…

SWEET DREAM

< miya osamu x reader >

Summary: Being a manager for the Inazarki volleyball club wasn't easy, especially dealing with their chaos. They had made great friends because of it and had caught some attention as well, especially from Miya Osamu. For him, having a crush on the manager isn't ideal but it wasn't anything that he can control. The worst thing about it, watching your crush already be in a relationship with your teammate.

Genre: friends to lovers, angst, drama, fluff

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, teasing, suggestive themes.

Taglist: open

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CHAPTER SIX

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back again!

despite how challenging uni could be, koshi loved everything about it. that was, however, until he saw you: the girl that broke his heart back in high school. the same girl he swore he’d never let back into his life.

contains: sugawara koshi x fem!reader, college au, comedy, angst, fluff, second chance romance, slight ooc suga, swearing, occasional alcohol consumption

tw: past mentions of bullying, self-deprecation and anxiety. every chapter will be labelled accordingly but please take care of yourself first

*part of the nerokoma smau multiverse but can be read separately

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start date: march 17 2025

end date: tba

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i survived seijoh high | victims of academia

SWEET DREAM

< osamu miya x reader >

Summary: Being a manager for the Inazarki volleyball club wasn't easy, especially dealing with their chaos. They had made great friends because of it and had caught some attention as well, especially from Miya Osamu. For him, having a crush on the manager isn't ideal but it wasn't anything that he can control. The worst thing about it, watching your crush already be in a relationship with your teammate.

Genre: friends to lovers, angst, drama, fluff

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, teasing, suggestive themes.

Tags: open

CHAPTER NINE

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bed chem ━━━ iwaizumi hajime

09. to compete or not compete ♡

“No.”

Tomeka looks at you as though you shat on her desk while she watched. Her hands are clasped before her face with her lips pursed into a pout. With narrowed eyes behind her glasses, she takes a pause before shooting you down in response.

“Look, l/n, I understand that you’re anxious. That fall could have been serious, and I am very glad that you are not injured. However I have already named you and Oikawa as a pair and, if I don’t replace him in the pairs, he won’t be allowed to compete in the solos. Neither will you.”

What? Pull you from the competition? Your jaw slackens at the thought of not competing, heart sinking. Despite your desperation to start begging Tomeka to change her mind, you have to remind yourself that begging might do more damage than it’s worth.

“Well, I’m not dancing with anyone else in the team. I want to do lifts, and I don’t trust them.” You shrug your shoulders and lean back in the chair, waiting patiently for Tomeka to respond.

A part of you was hoping she would give in and reveal she was lying, but instead her expression softens and she nods in agreement. She rises from her chair and waves you to follow after her.

Oh no.

“I had a feeling that would be the case, so I spoke it over with the coach of the hockey team.”

Oh no.

You follow her out towards the rink where the team are finishing up their morning practice. She smiles at some students she knows and pats her husband’s shoulder on the way past.

“Iwaizumi-kun, can you come here?”

Oh no.

You want to start screaming; throw a tantrum in front of everybody to convey your disgust at the thought. There are fifteen people on this team, and she had to choose him? What about Matsukawa? He could do it, easily!

Iwaizumi looks between you and the coach as he removes his helmet. “Sure.” He sets it on the bench and steps away from Hanamaki.

Tomeka has you both sit on the benches, standing in front of you both. “Captain of the hockey team needs good grades, commitment, and talent. You have all three. You are most suited for figure skating.”

Iwaizumi’s jaw drops wide open at the comment, you’re almost shocked it didn’t dislocate. He stares at Tomeka in disbelief before bursting into a fit of laughter. “Yeah, no chance.”

Instantly, you push yourself to your feet. “Well, we can’t force him!” A nervous laugh slips out. “I just… won’t compete.”

You know it’s complete, utter bullshit from the second it forms on your tongue.

Tomeka knows this and she makes it clear. She places one hand on her hip and eyes you up and down. “So you’re willing to sacrifice your title?”

No. Never in a million years. That title is yours, and you’ll be damned if anyone tries to claim it.

You slowly sit back down and start trying to figure out what you should say to Iwaizumi. All your desperation is about to come tumbling out of your mouth, ready to drop on your knees and hold his legs until he has no choice but to agree.

It’s then you realise something: he almost broke your nose. He tried to give you flowers when you were in the middle of a conversation with your coach. He was a dick to you first. Then he continued it. He owes you this.

So that’s exactly what you tell him. He looks at you with an amused smile, ready to start laughing along with you (because apparently you’re a comedian mow?). When he’s met with a deadpan look shielding what he assumes is either the wrath of a thousand suns or a year-long depressive episode, a sigh slips out.

“If I agree, will you be nice to me?” Iwaizumi assumes that’s a reasonable question to ask — he clearly doesn’t know you that well.

“Will you actually try or are you going to keep being a raging cunt?”

Tomeka claps her hands together to shut you both up, her glare sending a shiver down your spine. “Here’s an idea for you both. Work together, or I won’t have you competing, and you will be on the bench for the entire season.” She points between the two of you with a twisted smile. “How does that sound?”

With a heavy sigh, Iwaizumi turns to face you. “Fine. But watch that fucking tone, or I’m out.”

“Right back at you.”

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summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldn’t care less who you are.

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You're still grinning down at your phone, at Oikawa's dumb little message, when suddenly you feel a presence standing beside your table.

You glance up, and feel your face flush immediately.

There's a very attractive man staring down at you. He looks like he's around your age, maybe a year older, maybe not. He's tall, and built like an athlete dedicated to his sport.

He's a little intimidating, too, but he's not exactly frowning at you.

He's not really smiling, either. Something mixed between neutral and slightly hesitant, and you watch his eyes widen just barely when he recognizes that you're looking at him.

"Hello," He starts, sounding just as serious as he looks. Serious, but not mean or rude. You're struggling to get a read on him, and it's making you a little antsy.

You can't deny that he's hot, though.

"Hi," You force the single syllable past your lips. Then you glance around, like maybe he's looking for someone else around you, or you're in his unassigned assigned seat. You don't go to the café very often, so maybe you're just in his space.

You'd probably argue with him if he told you to move, though.

"May I have your number? I think you're very beautiful, and I would like to get to know you." He's so straight forward that you almost blurt out no, completely taken off guard. You're not used to being asked out so bluntly—more so taunted by Oikawa repeatedly with comments about how he thinks you're pretty and how he thinks it's hot when you tease him.

You're not sure why you're thinking about Tooru Oikawa, of all people, immediately after being asked out.

"Sure," You fumble through your second one-syllable response, face burning hot with embarrassment. He's still looking directly at you, and you're struggling to type your number into his phone with shaky fingers. "I'm a student athlete, so it might be a while before my schedule opens up."

"Me, too." He nods, and you swear you see the corners of his serious-tipped lips curve upwards when you hand him back his phone. "But I'm willing to wait for a chance to see you."

The words are really romantic, but you feel like you're forcing yourself to nod and smile. The blush on your face isn't fake, though.

It's when he's halfway turned around that you remember he never gave you his name, and you really need that crucial piece of evidence for when you go home and stalk all his socials.

"Wait, what's your name?" You ask, voice more even than it had been since the start of the conversation. He turns back to face you, and maybe if you knew him a little better, you'd be able to tell if the look on his face meant he was a bit bashful for not remembering to introduce himself.

"Wakatoshi Ushijima."

extras!

yn texted the gc about ushiwaka before he even left the café

hinata is genuinely upset that he's the enemy. tsukki is laughing because hinata is crashing out

both the coaches and oikawa were confused when yn said she wasn't actively hating him. oikawa grinned for hours after reading that

he and bokuto actually went and got champagne but agreed to save it until yn went on a date with oikawa

oikawa doesn't know that ushiwaka asked out yn

yn was genuinely shocked that oikawa was... following advice??? even more shocked that she liked talking to oikawa

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