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Masked - Part 6

Word Count: 2111

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader 

Warnings: FLUFF, Mentions of blood, Language

A/N: Yay part six!! Hope you’re ready for some Reader x Peter fluff ;) Also thanks for supporting the series everyone it means a lot! 

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Part 5 

Originally posted by relationshipaims

The walk to the pizza place wasn’t very long, but with crowds in New York, everything took longer than it needed to be. Peter suggested to swing there, but you just wanted a night with no powers and no responsibility. Besides, you liked taking time and enjoying what the city had to offer. After taking on the role of Rouge Hex, you didn’t have much time to yourself and that time only got shorter once you joined the Avengers. You had training, school work, and crime fighting one after another - which made your head spin.

Nights like these, however, you grew to cherish. You were (Y/N). Not an Avenger, not an enhanced individual, not Rouge Hex, just you. You loved how the city shined during the evening, the loud noises from cars stuck in traffic, the different smells of fast food, you loved it all. What made it even better was the look on Peter’s face as he pointed to some of his favorite spots. A smile never left his face as he continued talking excited while you chuckled at his cuteness.

“Oh and that alley over there has this really cool spot you can sit on to take amazing pictures,” He added as you chuckled once more. Peter smirked at you while you continued laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, you’re just cute. That’s all,” You winked as his face turned red.

“Oh,” He laughed nervously, taking your hand in his. “The pizza place is right over there. Come on, I’m starving.”

Nodding, you were dragged along by Peter trying to squeeze your way through people. Some got out of your way, while others gave you nasty looks as they continued whatever they were doing. Arriving at the entrance of the Pizza place, you looked at the sign that said “Joe’s Pizza.” Walking inside, you listened to music playing softly as your eyes landed on the pizzas up front. Your mouth watered as you placed your order with Peter.

“Here, I’ll pay,” You said taking out your phone that was hook up with your bank account.

“I got it handled,” Peter responded handing the money over before you could say anything else.

Peter gave you a small grin as you rolled your eyes playfully. This boy was going to be the death of you, you knew it. Once the pizzas were handed to you, you followed Peter to a booth carrying your drinks as he carried the pizzas. Taking a small bite of the pizza as you sat down, you let out a satisfied moan. Spiderling was right, this was a great pizza place.

“I’m guessing you like the pizza then,” He giggled with as you took another bite.

“It’s so damn good,” You muttered with your mouth full.

Peter laughed loudly, earning a few looks from a couple customers. You began to laugh as you watched the random strangers mumble to themselves about your peculiar behavior.

Every time you’re with Peter, you find it so easy to be yourself. You felt like a normal person when you were with him. He saw you as you are, not some freak with weird alien powers, and that made you fall head over heels for him. You didn’t even realize he was snapping pictures of you until you glanced up from your pizza.

“What are you doing Parker?” You asked with your mouth still full of food.

“Taking pictures of you?” He sheepishly responded while he set his phone on the table.

“Because?”

“You look cute.”

Feeling your face flush, you smiled a bit before taking a sip of your drink. Dinner continued to go smoothly as you two took the time to get to know each other. Even after spending so much time together in the past few weeks, you still had a lot to learn about each other. Of course, you went over the basic stuff like favorite color, food, season…  the basic twenty questions gist. Then it switched to embarrassing moments of when you two started crime fighting.

“Wait, hold on, let me get this straight,” You said trying not to speak so loudly. “You, a guy with senses dialed up to an eleven, managed to swing face first into a building? And somehow you only ended up with a nasty bruise on your shoulder?”

“Yeah, not my finest hour,” He said as you were in the middle of a fit of giggles.

“You think that is bad? How about reading the police scanner wrong and showing up at the wrong bank.”

Peter choked on his drink. “You didn’t.”

“I did and I’m pretty sure one of the bank tellers fainted. I wouldn’t know because I got out of there as fast as I came in. It’s a good thing I wear a mask,” You whispered.

“Well, I haven’t done that, yet.”

“Well, to be fair, I was up late the other night doing homework and - wow is that the time?” You asked glancing at your phone. The team was going to be back soon and you knew if you weren’t back at the base, they would worry. You learned that the hard way when you left your phone at the compound when you were out on patrol by yourself. You had never seen so many adults with worried expressions at once.

“Wow I didn’t realize it was that late,” Peter said checking his phone. “I guess we should go then. I know how the team gets when you’re out late.”

“Yeah,” You said half-heartedly thinking about the events that happened before Peter came over.

“You okay?”

“Let’s get going,” You suggested while throwing your trash away.  

Peter followed you out as you shivered from the gust of cold air. You forgot to grab a jacket since you were so caught up in Peter asking you out on a date. You tried to warm up by rubbing your hands against your arms to make some heat.

“Here take my hoodie, it’s cold,” Peter said taking his hoodie off and handing to you.

Being too cold to refuse, you slipped it over your head and thanked him. Walking through some crowds you felt a hand grab your arm and pulled you into a nearby alleyway. Confused you turned around only to find it was Peter.

“What-”

“You never answered my question back at the pizza place and you been acting weird ever since. What’s wrong?” Peter asked with concern.

“It’s nothing, Pete.”

“(Y/N).”

“I swear it’s nothing,” You said trying to push your way past him.

“(Y/N),” he said grabbing onto your shoulders.

You sighed. “Promise not to freak out?”

“Why would I freak out? (Y/N) what’s wrong?”

“So ever since I got these powers I had you know these side effects. They mostly happen when I overuse my powers but lately they been happening randomly.”

“What kind of side effects?”

“Well at first I use to get nose bleeds and then my eyes started to bleed once in awhile. Sometimes they both happen at the same time and I feel lightheaded. I didn’t tell anyone because I knew they would freak out. Which was proven today when my eyes randomly started bleeding in front of Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Tony.” You said looking at the ground.

“So you’re worried that…?”

“That the guys will tell everyone else and I’ll look like this weak person. Which I’m not, I just have a lot of things wrong with me. I know everyone wouldn’t want to deal with me if they knew so I didn’t tell everyone.”

Without saying anything else, Peter wrapped you in a hug and held you tight. Smiling into the crook of his neck, you breathed in his scent, not wanting to let go. You oddly felt safe in his arms, and normally this was a feeling you never felt.

“Thank you,” You mumbled into Peter’s shoulder as he broke the hug.

“First off, none of us see you as a weak person. In fact, we see you as a badass hero with amazing powers. And secondarily, the team won’t abandon you so easily, especially me. You’re amazing, your laugh is adorable, and I-”

“You what?” You asked noticing your faces were inches apart from each other.

Without saying another word, Peter smashed his lips onto yours and you gasped in surprised. Smiling, you leaned into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Peter then wrapped his arms around your waist deepening the kissing for a few more moments. Breaking apart, the two you tried to catch your breath as you grinned wildly.

“Wow,” You said breathlessly trying to get your thoughts straight.

“I-I don’t know what came over me,” Peter sheepishly said.

Giggling at his antics, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for another quick kiss. With your arms still tightly wrapped around his neck, resting your forehead against his.

“I would kiss you again but it’s started to get really cold,” You giggled again.

“Says the person wearing my hoodie,” Peter scoffed.

“Is the itsy bitsy spider upset?” You teased grabbing his hand and walking out of the alleyway. “If you want to kiss me some more let’s get back to the compound.”

Without another word, Peter picked you up as you like out a squeal. Running down the street carrying you bridal style, the both of you couldn’t stop laughing. Sure, you two got nasty looks from strangers, but they weren’t having as much fun as you were. Surprisingly for a guy Peter’s size, he was able to run pretty fast even through the crowded streets. You made it back to the compound in record time and he barely broke a sweat.

“You are a man of many surprises, Parker.” You said walking into the elevator to go to the living room. “I’m pretty sure the team isn’t back yet.”

“Then it’s our lucky day,” Peter said pulling you closer.

“Someone’s a bit eager aren’t they?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned in for another kiss completely ignoring the elevator doors opening. Not aware of your surroundings, the two of you didn’t notice that in fact, the team was watching your makeout session.

“Parker got some game!” Sam yelled as the two you broke apart quickly.

“Oh God,” Peter muttered as his face went as red as his suit.

“Hey, guys…” You mumbled walking out of the elevator. “How long were you-”

“We saw the whole thing sweetheart,” Tony chuckled.

Covering your face in embarrassment, you let out an awkward laugh as the team continued to tease the two of you. Pietro started singing love songs as the others asked for details that you wouldn’t be telling. While this was happening, Peter’s phone buzzed and he let out a sigh.

“That’s my Aunt May, she wants me to come home.”

“Oh,” You answered sadly giving him a hug. While hugging him you glanced over to the team mouthing for you two to kiss. “You guys are actual five-year-olds.”

Letting Peter leave, you watched the team gesture over to him.You sighed while quickly grabbing his arm and spinning him back around to face you. The team knew how to get on your nerves but if this was going to shut them up, you were going to do it. Giving Peter a quick peck on the lips, you heard the whole team burst into cheers and whistling.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” You said sending the spiderling on his way.

“Details now,” Natasha demanded before eyeing the hoodie you were wearing. “You’re wearing Parker’s hoodie.”

“I’m going to bed,” You grumbled.

You stepped into the elevator and pressed your floor button repeatedly, waiting for the doors to shut. Before you could question what was happening, Wanda sprinted in holding the doors open.

“Nat, hurry your ass up!” Wanda yelled as the assassin carried some junk food. “Boys don’t you even dare come near me.”

Natasha then pushed Clint out of the way and gracefully landed inside. The doors shut quickly and then you were left with two grinning Avengers. You should have seen this coming the moment you and Peter were caught.

“I think it’s time for a long overdue girls night,” Natasha added adjusting the junk food in her hands.

“If we run out of junk, I’ll make Vision grab it. He won’t question anything and, unlike some people, won’t disrupt our girls night,” Wanda said.

“I’m assuming I don’t get a say in this do I?” You asked. They both nodded. “I hate everyone.”

“Love you too,” They both responded, dragging you into your room.

It was definitely going to be an interesting night whether you like it or not.  

Part 7


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dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Winteriron soulmate wing fic AU where your soulmate has inverted wings to you and your first words to each-other are written on the inside of your wings? Like if Tony has primary gold and trim red, Bucky's would be primarily red with gold? (they don't have to be those colors that's just my example)

I’m not sure how this is going to turn out because, to be perfectly honest, I really struggle with soulmate AUs. It’s not an idea that resonates easily with me, but I kind of wanted to try as a personal challenge to myself. I’m also twisting some of this a bit in terms of what indicates a match. This is gonna have a lot of gratuitous talk about my thoughts on destiny and I am so sorry and you should just not read it.


Tony never did have the patience for philosophy. Well, not philosophy for philosophy’s sake anyway. As it applied to science? As it applied to morality? Important shit. People needed to think about the implications of what they did not only as it related to the present, but also as it related to those who would follow, those whose lives would be dictated by present-day choices. He liked that kind of thinking. It was where his brain functioned best.

But all the, all the fluff? Waste of time. He remembered the first time he told Steve he’d never put much stock in amorphous concepts like “soul” and “destiny” and the shock on Steve’s face.

“But, but you’ve…what about the patterning?”

“Genetics.”

“You stock it all up to strands of DNA?”

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aizawa shouta (1)

(backstory stuff, featuring parents and middle school jerks and a cat)

When Aizawa Shouta is twelve, he’s old enough to help his father check the math while balancing the family’s checkbook, and he does.  He’s not always right, but Mom’s in bed early most nights and Dad seems to like having him around.  And it’s–fun?  Satisfying.  It’s satisfying, especially when Dad sits back and says something like “Not a bad month” or “We’re doing alright, Shou-chan.”

That means all the math checked out in a good way, and math always makes sense.  Not like people.

People almost never make sense to Shouta.

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Why we all hate the Blue Devils and why we need to stop
Last night, like thousands of others, I sat in a movie theater seat for far too long while staring at feet, flag twirls, and straight lines. I could feel the green shirt on my shoulders, though I was wearing a member jacket and holding a blue slushie in place of a score sheet. As the night wore on my expectations soared higher and higher, and like many many many others, I felt myself hold a scowl through all 15 minutes of the Blue Devils show.   What I found so frustrating about this is that I was actively trying to not judge them and just enjoy the show, to maybe see what it is that the judges see. I come from the world of pagentry, and at WGI finals I am never shocked by Onyx topping the scoreboards. As I walked home I realy thought about it - why do I hate BD? Is it because they were competition? Because I marched with The Cadets? No, quite the contrary. I look at any drum corps and I see 2+ months of hard work. I see the unmowed practice fields, the rainy days in Florida, windy days in Texas, the relentless sun and iron clad caption heads. I see the days you just want to cry, the days you feel on top of the world, and the days you applaud yourself for just flying under the radar. I have an unwavering respect for anyone who was stepped on a DCI field as a performer, and I know just how hard it is to get to that large, concrete Lucas Oil warm up room. I concluded that no, I do not dislike them on namesake and I respect the members hard work.   My next thought was: was the show bad/boring? And once again, this is not true. The show itself was a lot of fun this year. I could see the festivity, they did the cute little add ons that are always crowd pleasers. Was it a little weird? Of course, but it was by no means unexciting. They were having fun and it made me want to have fun, yet I still held on to my grimace. I concluded that no, the show concept was not boring or bad.   This leaves the real reason why people hate BD even if they don’t know it. Over the course of the night the corps got better and better, the work harder and harder, the music louder and faster, the feet sharper and sharper, then you watch BD. I find myself angry because after watching beautiful weapon work with tosses that touch the sky and amazing flag work that is so fast you can barely keep up with the hand grabs, it is heartbreakingly upsetting to watch the BD colorguard. Never would I say they are not talented, that is not where I am going with this. BD vocabulary is honest to god infuriating. For a large part of the show the girls of BD hit themselves with tambourines, sat in chairs making gestures while literally playing hand games with each other, and flipping their hair. I saw the rifle line, all five of them, do handspins while facing one another, standing. I saw walking and joking and just a bit of actual equipment work, but not enough to satisfy me.   As far as brass and drumline go, I will not speak for you, but I will say that I felt the drill was easy. There was a lot of standing still, like there always is, and though there were shining moments they were few and far between.   You see, after spinning a flag so insanely during my only year of corps [don’t talk to me unless you’ve tried teacups with a flag at over 196 bpm] its just heartbreaking to see the BD colorguard get perfect 100s. In my opinion what they do cannot be compared to any other corps. Cadets had scary difficult equipment work and will always have my love, Bluecoats was amazing and so innovative, Santa Clara was fantastic and the amount of uniform changes they had to go through hurt my head, the ever strong Phantomette rifle line makes me feel empowered, and the precision from The Cavaliers and The Madison Scouts makes me feel jealous. All of the corps make me feel good, except BD, but can you blame them?   Think about it. If your corps kept winning metals, you would follow the path you were on when you got them. I’m sure many others saw the striking similarities between Crown’s show this year and their show last year. They are trying to follow what works, like we all are. Cadets grab the gold when their shows get the audience invested and when the work & music are extremely hard and fast. The Cavaliers are finding themselves again, and after this show they are getting back onto the right path for sure. Phantom wins with stories, so its stories they tell. The reason we are so mad is because BD’s strange artsy style is what the judges love to see from them. For some reason the Colorguard judge does not mind that they sit for minutes in their show, but instead revels in the overall effect.   We are mad because no one else can do it, we are mad because we feel cheated, and we are mad because we can’t change it.   I am not saying we shouldn’t be mad, but we need to be mad at the judges and not the corps. Be frustrated with them and how they hold each corps to their own individual standards instead of comparing the shows the way they should be compared. Compare marching talent, vocabulary, music, achievement, visual, and decide who did it best. Regardless of whether they change or not, I will loyally go to the theater every year, buy a blue slushie, and pretend I’m in the pressbox. 
5SOS Pref: First Kiss

Calum:

Another party with Calum and his new girl toy. Great. Lately, Calum’s been going out with different girls, taking them to different parties, different date venues and whether it was the fame, you didn’t know but it was getting out of hand. To be honest, the only reason you were fed up was because before 5 Seconds of Summer, you and Calum kind of had a thing. But, you guessed not after the 3rd date. The worst part, though? he dragged you to all the parties, all the dates, as a 3rd wheeler slash wing-woman. 
You rolled your eyes as you put on the tight dress and did the usual make up routine, the feeling of the heels below your feet all too familiar to you these past few months. When you opened the door, Calum was already there waiting with some curly haired girl all over him. 
Throughout the party, the girl’s been giving Calum crazy hints; touches here and there, a few sultry whispers, even giggling at everything he said but for once, Calum wasn’t phased. 
“You okay, Cal?” you whispered once she left to get a drink.
“Yah, I’m fine.” he waved a hand dismissively as he went to join the girl, making your brows furrow. 
“Guys! Let’s play suck and blow!” the hostess of the party gestured for everyone to gather in a circle, the card in her hands. You awkwardly shuffled to the spot next to Calum and the girl. You knew this trick. Calum had requested this game a couple of times just to sneak in a little kiss at the girl he brings.
You bit your lip nervously as you watched the card being passed around by random lips of people you didn’t even know. Until finally, the girl Calum brought had the card and you involuntarily sucked in a breath. Knowing, Calum, he would probably pounce on her lips the minute it came in contact with the card. But to your surprise, he took it without giving the girl another look. You were too busy to try and figure out Calum’s behavior until you felt a white surface on your lips and you widened your eyes when it was replaced by forceful lips instead, Calum’s lips. You gave out a slight groan as your hands entangled behind his neck.
“I knew you were gonna kiss me back.” Calum whispered breathlessly against your lips.

Luke:

You and Luke were best friends. I know, cliche, isn’t it? It was the classic skinny love story, with you being best friends since the 3rd grade and everything. It was a thing for the both of you; to just come out to this one bench by the park that connected both of your neighborhoods together. It was where you met, the first time he helped you when you broke your arm from jumping off the swing, the first time you comforted him as he cried because of his first break up, the first time the both of you threw up from your first party. It was your place. 
And now here you both were, 10 years later, for the first time ever, not knowing what to say. Luke had come home from his tour but everything was intense. He didn’t keep in touch with you, the schedule you both had didn’t cooperate. But you still had feelings for him and for a moment, before he left, you thought he had feelings for you too. 
He probably hates me, you thought. The both of you were sat on the bench, a little more distance between your bodies than usual. 
“I-I want you to hear a song I wrote.” Luke said abruptly, his shaking knees finally still. Your eyebrows furrowed, is this why he’s been acting so weird the past few days?
You nodded wordlessly as he handed you a pair of earphones. You listened in to the lyrics of Beside You. Your eyes were wide and your jaw was slightly agape as you tried not to let the tears pool on the brim of your eyes. The lyrics was you, it had to be about you. 
You snapped your head abruptly to him and to your surprise, he was already looking at you the whole time, tongue between his teeth as he tried to figure out whether you liked the song or not. His eyes flickered to your lips and yours to his. Wordlessly, you both leaned in hesitantly, Beside You still blaring through the headphones. It was one of those moments like the ones you see in the movies, where you’re paralyzed so you can’t run away from whatever was going to hit you but at the same time, it all went in slow motion as he leaned in, slightly backing away with every inch, as if testing to see if this was okay with you. And finally, your lips locked. 

Michael:

“I don’t know guys, I just feel uncomfortable with doing this shoot with a model, you know?” Michael nervously ran a hand through his hair that was already styled to perfection.
“Stop that!” Lou hissed as she slapped his hands away, making Michael mumble a ‘sorry’. 
“Not just any model.” Ashton smirked. “We’re doing this shoot with (y/n).” he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at Michael, making the rest of the boys snicker. Michael’s eyes widened as he tried hard not to blush.
“What? What’s up with (y/n)?” Lou raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her lips. 
Oh nothing…” Luke drifted off in a sing-song voice. “It’s just that (y/n) happens to be Mikey’s celebrity crush.” Luke smirked, making the boys erupt in ’ooh’s and 'ahh’s and 'ooh la la’s.
Just as the boys calmed down, you walked in, giving them a nervous grin.
“Hi.” your soft voice greeted the boys, making Michael looked up with wide eyes. “I’m (y/n) and you’re Lou, right? They said you’re going to do my hair and make up?”
'She’s even more beautiful without make up' Michael thought to himself.
“Take a seat, doll.” Lou kindly gestured at the seat infront of the mirror. As you got your hair and make up done, the boys introduced themselves and did random things to get you to laugh. 
When you all went to the set of the photo shoot, the photographer gave you all some directions, asking for silly pictures, serious pictures, a little more playful, and then in the end, each member would get to take a few individual pictures with you. 
Throughout the shoot, you had your eyes on the boy with the particularly funky hair colors but he seemed to be avoiding your eyes and he hadn’t said a word since you came in the dressing room, making you nervous for your one-on-one shoot. 
“Put your arms around her and give her a small kiss.” the photographer ordered during your individual shoot with Michael. Michael’s eyes darted around the room nervously.
“This okay?” Michael sheepishly smiled at you as you felt his rough guitarist fingers take you by the hips. You nodded, a shy smile on your lips as he kissed your temple. 
“That’s it?!” the photographer playfully groaned. “Come on! Give her a real kiss!" 
You felt the same rough fingers gently direct your chin towards Michael’s face as his eyes gave you the same 'this okay?' look and you nodded once again. You closed your eyes as his lips engulfed your softly and the sound of the camera was now distant. You both grinned as you pulled away, your eyes locking.
"Could somebody please get the red lipstick off of Michael’s face?!” you heard the photographer light-heartedly call out. 

Ashton:

Beach in 20? x - Ash" 
was all that the text read the morning after Ashton came back from tour. You grinned as you jumped out of bed, hurriedly getting ready to meet your best friend that you haven’t seen in 9 months. You knew Ashton loved the water and you wanted to get his attention. Even though, Ashton loved you for your personality, what better way to get his attention than to get a great bikini body over the months? 
You hurriedly got in your car and drove to the beach, your eyes gleaming once you saw his shirtless figure in the sand, already setting up two towels like old times. You ran in your flip flops, the familiar feeling of sand on your feet and the salty smell of the ocean made nostalgia hit you like a ton of bricks.
"Ashton!” you called out excitedly, making your best friend’s head snap in the direction of your voice. Once his eyes locked with yours a smile instantly spread across his face. 
“(y/n)!” he squealed as you both ran towards each other, meeting in the middle as your bodies crashed into each other in an intimate hug, his scent instantly bringing lovely memories. 
For the whole day, you both did the usual routine; sand castle building, pushing each other’s heads underwater, buying pop sickles by the pier, sun tanning, until finally, your tired bodies laid next to each other on the towel as the sun set, both of you with eyes closed.
“I’ve missed you.” you broke the silence softly, wondering if Ashton had fallen asleep or not but his eyes opened after the words left your lips.
“I’ve missed you too.” both of you were sat up right now, your hands nervously grabbing at the sand below it. “It’s my job, though." 
"Yeah, I know-” you paused, trying to find the right words. “It just- It sucks, being alone sometimes." 
"You’re not completely alone, (y/n). You’ve got your family and friends at school.” despite his sheepish tone, you both knew that the poor excuse was invalid. 
“Right.” you murmured, the silence turning awkward. “How does this beach manage to be beautiful every. single. day.” you said breathily, looking at the sun set.
“I ask the same question about you every day.” Ashton breathed down your neck and you realized that he was only a few inches away from you now, making you gasp from how much it tickled. 
“That tickles!” you laughed as his hands grasped your hips tightly. But all laughter died down once he leaned in towards you, your lips were shut tightly as your eyes widened. 
“I know you want me.” he murmured cheekily, his dimples showing, making you lightly chuckle and right when your mouth parted, his lips landed on yours.

~****~

Got a little carried away with all of them but awww

Heart Count (KnB Fic)

[For Seirin Week Day 1: Teamwork/Teammates]

Rating: G

Pairings: (Implied Only) KagaKuro, MitoKoga, KiyoHyuuRiko

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: Basketball dorks. Silly humor. A dash of angst at the end.

Summary: A few months after the Winter Cup, Riko contemplates a hitch in Seirin’s teamwork. Then she draws a ridiculous chart. (A ridiculous, dorky, not-manly-at-all chart, which her players can never see, because they would die of embarrassment.)

A/N: This was supposed to be a scene in a fic that I hope to post later this week, but it got away from me enough to become its own piece. It’s pretty silly. Enjoy! AND HAPPY SEIRIN WEEK.


Some days, Riko felt more like a matchmaker than a coach. Today, unfortunately, was one of those days.

She leaned back in her desk chair and rubbed her forehead. The notebook in front of her was filled with notes for various plays, along with charts to track each player’s progress. If only those charts were on her mind. Numbers, she could handle. Fitness and anatomy and training regimens, those were easy.

Trying to figure out the right combination of players to make a miracle, on the other hand, was anything but.

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why the MySpace AU is so fucking important...

Amazing people like @sailershanty are wonderful champions of this topic (and the defense of people’s artistic freedoms in general) but after today I feel an overwhelming need show my solidarity towards @horatiosroom ‘s work and other works like it; because stories like the one I’m going to tell are the real and important reasons why the MySpace AU is so much more than just a talking point. 

(there’s a lot here, but i think it’s worth it…)

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