#both cause I'm lazy and cause I was creeping myself out

[joelswritingmistress]

Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 11

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

I couldn't remain in the cabin with all the commotion going on outside. I already heard Joel addressing the situation as I got myself together and hurried out the door, reaching for a paint brush as a prop for good measure.

Ralph stood there in the same clothes I'd seen him in the other day, gripping the rusted handles of his bicycle as he glared at Joel.

“I told the others!” The old man said, “They didn't believe me. Don't you care about your people here?” Ralph’s glare doubled down, “You're doomed! You're all doomed!”

“You can't keep doing this,” Joel said to him. “I'm going to have to call the sheriff the next time-”

“There won't be a next time!” He motioned with a crooked, boney finger. “Not if you stay!”

“Alright.” Joel removed the cell phone from his pocket and began to dial, though Ralph quickly hopped on his bike and struggled to take off into the woods - again.

“What's with this guy?” I grumbled, looking at Joel first and then to Sandra who leaned an arm on Jeff’s shoulder.

“He's a real prophet of doom,” Jeff said, smirking as he shook his head.

“And the cops hauled us in.” Sandra rolled her eyes. “But not that creep.”

“I'll call up the local department and let them know he's been hanging around,” Joel assured all of us. He wiggled his iPhone and nodded, “Let's get back to work.”

My eyes met Joel's and we shared a subtle smile before returning to the cabin. When I went to dive back in, his lips met mine but he pulled back and rested his hands on my waist. A lazy grin lingered on his face.

“Why don't we agree to meet back here after dinner tonight?” Joel suggested, “We can have a little privacy. I should probably be keeping a closer eye on things, anyway.”

“That's fair.” I nodded closed my eyes when he pressed his lips against mine again. I giggled when he playfully kissed down my neck and then back to my lips.

“I'm giving people one last night on the town, so maybe we can have a few drinks, I'll come back and make my rounds and then we could agree to ten o'clock?”

“I'll be here at 9:45.”

Joel chuckled and pecked my lips again. “Alright. I'm going to chase down Ralph and call it in, then I'll be back to help you paint.”

When three o'clock rolled around I felt the muscles aching in my sunburned arms. “No wonder Mr. Myagi had the Karate Kid painting all the time,” I said when I met up with Sandra down by the lake. We both stripped off our t-shirts, sporting bathing suits beneath them. “That was an arm workout.”

Sandra tossed her shirt and did some arm circles, shrugging her shoulders each time she did. “You're telling me. I'm wiped out.” She hurried onto the dock ahead of me and began a tiptoed jog down the length of it before diving into the cool water.

I trailed my new friend, following her lead as I, too, didn't waste time jumping into the lake. Mine was more of a pencil dive.

“I'm joining you!” I heard Teri call out when I resurfaced. She ditched her shorts and tank top on the beach sand to reveal her tye-dye bikini and came sprinting down the dock. Her petite body managed a giant cannon ball, causing Sandra and I to laugh when water splashed over us.

“Perfect 10!” Sandra shouted.

The boys joined in soon after, leaving Vicki and Mark at the edge of the lake where she doused his broad shoulders with lake water. He didn't seem to mind as their flirtation continued.

My heart ached for Joel, even though I was having plenty of fun splashing around in the water with everyone. When he finally appeared through the trees, a heat rose in my chest.

“Coming in?” Scott asked when Joel made his way down the dock.

“Not right now.” Joel grinned and put his hands on his hips.

“Forget your Speedo?” Ted asked.

“I have my pink one on under these,” Joel teased back, toying with the fabric on his cargo shorts. I giggled along with the rest of them.

“No, I'm actually here to let you know that if you'd like one more night on the town, tonight's the night; at least until mid summer when we have a week break to prepare for the second session.”

“A night out, I'm in!” Sandra said right away.

Jeff slicked back his hair, “I'm in, too. What kind of nightlife does this town have?”

“A couple dive bars,” I told him with a laugh.

“There is that place on the water on the opposite side of the lake.”

“The Casino Bar?” I asked.

“You have a casino here?” Sandra asked.

“Not quite,” I said with a laugh, “That's just the name of it.”

“It's a semi dive,” Joel said with a laugh. “Good views though.”

“I'm in,” Sandra repeated.

Teri scrunched her nose, “As much as I might regret it, I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to stay back and get to bed early.”

Scott pretended to yawn, “I'm sorta tired myself.” He smiled at the still-uninterested Teri, “Think I'll stick around, too.”

“I'm going,” Ted raised his hand.

“You driving?” Joel joked.

“Ehhhh…” He made a face.

“Mark?” Vicki turned to him and smiled, “Do you want to go?”

He made a face. “Nothing spoils a party faster than a drunk in a wheelchair.”

“That's crap.” She shook her head, “I'll take care of you. We can go together.”

“I think I'd rather stay in.”

She wore a little grin, “Would you mind my company?”

Mark smiled back. “I wouldn't mind at all.”

“(Y/N)?” Joel looked right at me.

“Yeah, sounds like fun.”

“Okay, then it's settled.”

Ted cleared his throat, “I think our wanderers should drive us.” He motioned to Jeff and Sandra, “They caused the uproar over here with the cops, and-”

Jeff swam a few feet over and dunked him under the water. When Ted came back up for air he never opened his eyes but continued trying to make his point about Jeff driving. Jeff dunked him again.

I couldn't help but laugh. This group felt like they were my people. I had only been around them for a short time but we all seemed to click.

“What time, boss?” Jeff asked, finally letting go of Ted.

“You want to leave here around seven?”

“Early bird special,” Ted continued to tease him, “The old man gets tired around nine.”

“Seven is fine!” Sandra shouted over him.

“Don't make me change my mind,” Joel shot back with a lopsided grin, pointing at Ted.

“Teddy!” Sandra shouted and Jeff dunked him again.

I looked up at Joel and he gave a wink, mouthing the words, “Ten o'clock,” and holding up all ten fingers.

I smirked and nodded before he bid everyone a temporary farewell and headed back through the trees towards the main cabin.

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[sleepyboywrites]

Playing on my last req with strong reader, what about where reader playfully picks him up from behind? Like when you try to scare someone, but end up giving them a bunch of kisses? 🥰

I'm answering two of your asks with one post. Yes I'm still writing (mostly to ch.ai bots because my depression won and I couldn't bring myself to write anywhere) but, yeah still writing, I'm a writer by heart if you don't hear from me for a hella long time, and I haven't written elsewhere I'm probably just really sad or struggling again. Thank you for asking, low key made my anxiety force me to write again and helped my mental health in a twisted kinda way, and thanks for being patient so ta-da~ sorry if it's bad or on the shorter side I'm rusty cause I haven't written in a while.

Boo! - Masky x Strong Male reader (Part 2-ish)

It's no surprise that as Slender's one-man clean-up crew you have an, interesting, to say the least, skill set. You meet your fair share of literal creeps, and cleaning up their messes means you learned how to dispose of bodies, get human remains out of clothes, floors, and walls. How to navigate weird moving forests, and large bodies of water. You also know everyone's allergies and on occasion have to patch creeps up, so first aid basics as well.

However if you ask your murderer boyfriend, your scariest skill, and one of your favorites, is one you learned from your big, abusive, family. You were incredibly light footed and tended to move so silently you'd 'teleport'. You had, in reality, just walked to the location you were at but it scared the night owl creeps as you grab a midnight snack or glass of water, for yourself or your overworked exhausted boyfriend.

You loved to sneak up on Masky just as much as he did to sneak up on you. You fondly referred to said sneak attacks as love attacks for you had a tendency to smother him with affections post spook and sneak up.

The first time you very narrowly avoided dying at the hands of your beloved, because he's a trained killer and doesn't take kindly to being snuck up on.

You snuck up on him for the first, and almost last, time while he was doing paperwork late at night. He had been overworking himself to the bone, with stacks of paperwork and victims, both his and the others. You thought you'd be nice and bring him some tea, maybe convince him to go to bed, if you'd be so lucky. But as you got to his office seeing him so engrossed in his work you saw an opportunity to sneak up on him for once instead of the reverse and so you did. You set the tea behind you on a filing cabinet and snuck behind his chair pulling it out and spinning him towards your saying "Hey, honey!" And the bullet ricocheted in such a way that if you hadn't ducked, or Masky hadn't pushed your head down rather, it would've hit square between your eyes.

Sometimes it'll still be a close call if he's to wound up from his workload. But the successful ones sure are sweet.

You and Masky had a lazy day planned, where both of you had authorization for a day off and decided to take a walk, have a picnic and swim by one of the lakes in the forest. Masky had been waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs being familiarized with the stairs and your handy little skill you saw an opportunity that you couldn't miss. You crept down the stairs and scooped up your boyfriend, kissing his face, and throwing him over your shoulder as you began to walk out the mansion. Tim laughing and squirming the entire time. His laugh is a warm and enticing sound as he doesn't do so very often and hearing it fills you with an indescribable amount of joy. So much so you wish you could bottle the sound to immortalize its purest form.

When you put him down you kiss him properly this time, deeply and adoringly, "Boo!" You murmured against his lips before running off ahead of him and making him tackle you into the grass with similar treatment.

[bellamyroselia]

I'm having feelings over Awakening, Fates, Lucinigo and have had The Islander stuck in my head for a better part of the last couple weeks the mental image RKC on his knees looking at the sky while its raining, with raindrops mimicking tears will haunt me for weeks to come, and it's giving me fanfic ideas. Am I going to write any myself? Probably not because lazy, but might as well dump them here anyway.

One idea that continually stuck into my mind, likely because I love myself some angst with a happy ending, was that of Lucina and Inigo managing to conceive a child but neither of them know of it by the time he leaves to Nohr.

I could see it going two ways:

Inigo comes back home with others and while on his way to Regna Ferox to visit his parents, comes across a familiar looking little girl in trouble and rescues her. She introduces herself as Soleil, Inigo promises to take her to her parents and the more Soleil speaks of her family, slowly questions start to creep into Inigo's head until he's reunited with Lucina and finds out that she's in fact Soleil's mother. What follows is Inigo being shocked of the facts that he left his pregnant wife behind and that missed 3-6 years of his daughter's life, him and Lucina catching up with each other and some family shenanigans that end up bringing them all closer to each other.

Lucina, after giving birth and waiting for couple years decides that she's had enough with all the waiting, sticks her head into a bucket of white hair dye and tells her family that she's going to follow Inigo, Owain and Severa to wherever they went with her toddler(s) in tow (I like the idea of her having twins in this scenario if for nothing else, then for idea of the kids to having opposite reactions to meeting their dad for the first time). Maybe few of her friends decide to join her. She does eventually meet Corrin and crew at some point (somewhere between chapters 14 to 16 of Revelations could work or heck, maybe even as early chapter 13 but she and Inigo barely miss on meeting each other) and is able to join their cause as she has proven herself to be capable warrior, along with she and Severa recognizing each other and she vouching on that Lucina's trustworthy. She can help Lucina to catch up with everything that has been happening so far and she in return can tell Severa what has been going on in Ylisse. Time continues to uneasily pass until they go to the Bottomless Canyon, and Lucina finally gets a chance reunite with Inigo and Owain, and once the biggest drama is over they get to meet Lucina's kids - que Inigo once again dealing with the shock that he left his pregnant wife behind and missed 3-6 years of his kids life. Deeprealms are probably brought as an option and while they may disagree about putting the kids into a one in the beginning, they do eventually agree because peer pressure probably. Pretty much the only silver lining here is that Inigo and Lucina get some time to reconnect with each other - too bad now they both miss huge chunks of their kids lives and that could have some unforseen consequences. Even in the best case scenario, someone's likely going to start a fistfight with Siegbert.

"A ghost in the fog" or "Light at the end of the word" would probably make pretty good titles, now that I'm thinking of it. Former because people end up taking turns on becoming ghosts in the fog for each other, and the latter because I'm a massive sap who loves happy endings, so things are obviously going to end well despite all the hardships, therefore light at the end of the world.

[bakacentipede]

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA X READER (AU)

part 1

Just A KAZUHA FLUFF CAUSE I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH.

Kaedehara Kazuha, the way his presence feels, it's contradicting because although it feels like a soft spring breeze that makes me smile to myself but at the same time it's almost as terrifying, no wait- it's as intimidating as the grey sky preparing to rain and ruining the plans I make once in a thousand years.

His platinum blonde hair with a crimson strand is always tied up in a messy ponytail, framing His face perfectly, making his features look even softer.

His eyes look so beautiful everytime he tries to focus, its cute.

I hate literature ngl even though I love reading poetries and writing and stuff but literature class has no RIGHT TO BE THIS BORING, well I can always admire Kazuha, I promise I'm not a creep, i just really like him.

For some reason everytime I'm in Literature, i always feel like someone's staring at me but when I look around ITS LITERALLY NO ONE. I can't be just dreaming. Don't tell me someone thinks of me as I think of Kazuha-

nevermind, I need to stay humble.

It's Friday today, and I'm heading towards my literature class right now THANKFULLY it's our last class for the day and I can't wait to see Kazuha!! I just hope the professor doesn't ruin it all by giving us assignments-

I walk into the empty class not checking if someone's there rambling about how much I hate this class and that's when I hear someone say, "Why do you dislike this class,y/n?"

-oh hell nah, he knows my name????????

"...oh kazuha- i just find it boring that's all" I kindly smiled at the blonde haired boy.

He furrowed his eyebrows confused as to ask me why I'd find something so interesting, so boring. Putting my bag on my desk, I turn to him, "Don't get me wrong, I love literature as a subject, that's why i chose to study it" I paused to think what to say next "well maybe it's just the professor."

He giggled as shook his head in agreement, "I won't deny that, he does make it sound boring"

-I've never seen him laugh, he's beautiful.

"Mr. Bradley needs some caffeine in his system" I continued as we both laughed at my VERY lame joke, oh God why did you not give me the ability to hold a conversation without being lame???

Class was filling up slowly as other students came in along with our professor, as much as i hated it, we bid our goodbyes and went back to our assigned seats.

"Students, i have something special for you today" Mr Bradley,our professor stated.

please no assignments, please pleassssseeee

Mr. Bradley continued in a lazy tone, "I'm giving out this assignment which you have to complete this weekend and present it on Monday, no excuses"

oh hell no

The class was filled with the sounds of unsatisfied students not wanting to work on the project.

"there's a good news though" Professor tried really hard to sound enthusiastic but failed miserably, "you'll be working in a group of two!!! isn't it lovely students?"

"please no its not" I muttered under my breath.

uh oh someone's staring again

ignore the feeling y/n and focus in the class you dimwit.

Everyone started to look at eachother's bestfriend to partner up but Mr. Bradley had something else in mind.

"Silence class, you cannot pair with anyone of your choice, i have made the groups myself and I will not be hearing any complaints, understood?" Mr. Bradley made himself clear as he distributed the list that had the assigned groups in it.

I patiently went through the list trying to find my name, too lazy to even care.

Group S

Y/F/N (Your full name) x Kaedehara Kazuha

wait what-

I looked twice just to check I wasn't seeing things, I turned around with wide eyes to look at where he was sitting and much to my surprise he was looking at me too.

okay-

He gave me a toothy grin and mouthed, "see you after class" and all I could do was nod.

I KNOW IM OVERREACTING but I've liked him for two years now and today for the first time I actually had a conversation with him AND NOW IM EVEN PARTNERED UP WITH HIM!???

I don't even know how to react but as much as working on a project sucks, atleast I'll get to spend time with Kazuha.

The sound of the bell ringing filled the corridors signaling its time to go home, and I'm gonna shit myself, because KAEDEHARA KAZUHA IS COMING TOWARDS ME????

I hate to say it but I'm a simp, this man has me swooped. Need to act tough-

"Hey y/n, so we're gonna be working together this weekend." He smiled, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. I looked at him "You don't have to worry, I can even do it myself... if partnering up with me makes you any uncomfortable.

I smiled, I'm trying really hard to not make it awkward but I guess I'm making things worse????

"oh no its not like that" he said, nervously "I'm used to doing things by myself and it's the first time I've ever been in a group project. But I'm glad i got to partner up with you and no one else-"

oh?

his eyes widened as he panicked, " Oh dear me, what I meant was that-"

I cut him off, "I get what you mean, please don't worry." I assured him with a smile.

he sighed, a gentle laugh leaving his mouth, "shall we walk to the gates together? we can't just stay inside the classroom."

We continued walking together, not really saying anything. it wasn't uncomfortable but it was slightly nerve-racking for me cause you know-

"oh by the way, where can we work on the project?" he questioned as he broke down the silence.

oh no I totally forgot about that-

"we could work at my place" I suggested "since there wouldn't be anyone to bother us because my family left the town yesterday to visit our relatives and will be staying there over the weekend."

what am i doing I sound so idk horny?

He seemed to think about it for a minute, "You know what that's actually wonderful, my house is a bit loud and going to a Cafe might not make us feel comfortable enough" he said, shyly.

I smiled at the thoughts of him and me being alone, OFCOURSE FOR THE ASSIGNMENT.

"Oh can I get your number? so you could send me your address." Kazuha said politely and oh my god-

IM GONNA HAVE HIS NUMBER?????

"sure" i smiled as I typed away my number on his phone and saved his number on mine too and texted him my address.

"it's better to start today, I think? The assignment seems like it might take alot of time." i stated genuinely, feeling extremely shy with the thought of him being in my room nak-

nvm.

"yes that's better, I'll come by your place at 4:00 pm with the materials, is that okay?" he asked turning his head away to hide his embarrassment.

SIR MARRY MY RIGHT NOW.

I smiled and nodded and replied with a soft yes.

We reached our University's gates, and turned to look at eachother.

"See you soon" we said at the same.

"JINX" I screamed and he just looked at me wide eyed for a second and then laughed as he threw his head back, "well well y/n, goodbye, see you later." He waved as he started walking the other way.

"BYE BYE" I said back

Turning around to walk his opposite direction, with thousands of thoughts in my head and the sound of his giggles and laughter filled my head OH LORD HAVE MERCY I CAN'T IT'S TOO MUCH TO PROCESS!!!!

anywayyyyyyyyy

sigh

it's definitely going to be a long day today.

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED PART ONE, THE STORY WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE SO LONG BUT I JUST KEPT ON WRITING!!

THE NEXT CHAPTER MIGHT HAVE SMUT IN IT- (ง'̀-'́)ง

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKED IT OR NOT! Please send in requests too!!!

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[presidentrhodes]

For the kissing meme (not all of them, of course, I'm just neurotic and wanted to give you options in case my first pick was shit lmao): Danbeau ❤💪🌈👭 (9, 24, 27), Strordo 🍑😩✅✔🔥💦 (3, 11, 14, 15, 25, 39, 45, 48), and/or any other ship 'cause there's no Notp of mine on your list actually 👍👌✊👉💒 (4, 5, 10, 19, 33, 40)

❤️ Bless you anon!

Here's some #9 with Danbeau. I'll write some Strordo and Ironhusbands for you later! (or please feel free to request a pairing with any of the prompts)

9. A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

The last thing Carol sees is the burning hull of a spaceship hurtling towards her and before she can react, it knocks her off her trajectory with a sickening but inaudible crunch. Her limbs feel weightless as her mind tries to process the situation; she sees the Quinjet maneuver its way through enemy fire, she hears Tony Stark's frantic voice in her ear, demanding to know her status, and she tastes a metallic tang on her lips. Then, the pain hits and gravity does the rest—it pulls her planetside and as she falls, her consciousness ebbs away and leaves her mind shrouded in darkness.

Awareness creeps back slowly and Carol, with her eyes still closed, takes stock of her surroundings. She's on a bed, soft and comfortable yet unfamiliar. The room smells of lavender oil, the same shit she has heard Stark and Banner swear by a thousand times and each time she has wanted to punch them for being pretentious. Carol crinkles her nose slightly to hide her disgust. Her throat feels parched, her mouth dry as sandpaper and Carol's ready to trade her kidneys for a sip of water.

But her ears pick up the shuffle of feet and the apprehensive inhales and exhales of company. She isn't alone—the thought both pleases and annoys her. Carol hates being vulnerable around others and wills them, whoever they are, to go away. Knowing her luck, it's probably Fury, waiting to tear into her over some bullshit charge of recklessness. Her head throbs and her stomach churns, which makes Carol think that whatever happened earlier must've done some serious damage.

Carol's memories trickle back slowly. The Earth was under attack. Invaders from outside the solar system but they had somehow evaded SWORD's long-range sensors hidden behind Jupiter. Carol had planned to spend a lazy Sunday morning in bed with Maria while Monica was at summer camp. But then the call to Assemble came and only at her girlfriend's insistence, she had answered it. Fury had sent the full team to deal with the threat—it was about optics. To send a strong message that would make others think twice before setting sights on Earth. The mission was supposed to be straightforward and Carol had intended to make it back in time to take Maria out for lunch—

"Jim, stop moving around so much. You'll start to leave skidmarks on the floor," someone says.

Carol holds in a breath as another voice replies.

"How can you be so calm Maria? She fell from space. 500 kilometers. And flattened Citi Field. Does she have some sort of tab running with Tony on which of them can be the bigger reckless idiot who's going to get all of us killed? Or worse, turned into pariahs."

Typical Rhodey and his penchant for drama. Carol resists snorting or retorting. That's when Maria says, with the kind of gentle firmness that no one, not even Thor, can resist: "Jim, you've been here for 12 hours. Go and get some rest and you can yell at her when she is less likely to throw you at the Sun." Carol can hear Rhodey's frustration at being denied an opportunity to fuss, followed by the echo of footsteps stomping away and out of the room.

A moment of silence descends before Maria breaks it. "I know you're awake," she says.

Carol finally opens her eyes, squints at the bright flash of daylight that greets her. She groans, pulling the cover up to her head. "Too bright," she says, slurring her words. "Water." Moments later, Maria's standing next to the bed, holding a cup with a straw. Grateful, Carol accepts it and waits for the other shoe to drop — Rhodey's fussing is only bested by Maria's. Carol knows by now he'd have told Maria every detail about where the mission went wrong.

Maria says nothing. Instead, she shuffles out of her shoes and climbs under the cover. Instinctively, Carol snuggles close, burying her face against Maria's neck. "I'm sorry," Carol says after a few minutes pass between them, wordless, bordering on uncomfortable. "I was reckless." Admitting that out loud eases some of the guilt that had been gnawing at her chest since she woke up. "There were three ships, I liked the odds. I thought I could take them out myself. On hindsight—Maria, how long was I under?"

Maria's voice is soft, barely audible. "Two weeks."

Carol pulls back, eyes wide. "Two weeks? Seriously? Wow."

It earns her a mirthless chuckle from Maria. She is pissed, that much becomes evident, even as she cards her fingers through Carol's hair, massaging her scalp and almost making Carol purr.

"You fell from space. No one survives something like that. Not even your super friends. You shattered every bone in your body and for about a week, the doctors weren't sure if your Kree blood was enough to save you."

Carol falls silent at the way Maria's voice trembles.

"They told Monica and I that we should get ready to say goodbye. Again. I was being asked to make funeral arrangements. I was getting ready to call your mom."

"I'm sorry—"

"Sorry isn't enough, Carol. We almost lost you. Do you understand? You almost died. You. I don't know what I'd have done if you didn't make it. What would I have told Monica? That her indestructible mom is suddenly very destructible? That she's gone?"

Carol looks down between them, struggling to meet her partner's eyes. "Maria, I—"

"What I need, Carol, is for you to do better. I need you to realise everytime Fury calls that you have a family waiting for you to get home. I need you to remember that and—" Carol presses their lips together, cutting Maria off. The kiss reeks of desperation, a jarring clash tongue and teeth, limbs grasping for purchase, hands clinging to collars, legs entwined. Shifting, Carol practically climbs on top of Maria without ever breaking contact and it leaves her lungs screaming for air. They break, only for a moment, before Maria is pulling her down again for another kiss, the urgency in their touches, the neediness in their soft grunts growing.

"I promise," Carol mutters against Maria's lips. "I promise I'll always come back. I won't leave you again, baby, I won't, you can always count on that." In response, Maria kisses her harder, biting down on her lower lips as her hands hold Carol's face. Looking down, Carol melts at the fire she sees burning in her lover's eyes.

"Just. Don't. Die. On. Me. Again." Maria whispers, puncturing each word with a searing kiss each that leaves Carol bursting with the warmth of a thousand suns.

50 types of kisses

[iwovhaikyuu]

Okay so :p I been listening to Nicotine by P!ATD and I can't stop thinking of Coach Ukai so I'ma do a fic around that song. So here is a Ukai x reader

(Also it might be a bit smutty and will be talking about drinking and cheating so y'all know)

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(Also the setting is at a club and idk if this will be weird I'm just winging it)

You were an absolutely beautiful gal in his eyes. Your nice curves showing off due to your tight dress fitting snugly around your body. Your hips swaying side to side with the beat of the music. He hasn’t even had a taste of you, yet he's already so addicted to you.

He watched as you drank and danced with your friends. Watching you laugh and have the time of your life. In all honestly he had no idea why he was watching you like that due to having about 8 drinks.

"Um, Ukai if you want to talk to her. Just go up to her. Go ask her to dance or something. You can't just stare at her like that all night" his friend, Takeda told him.

"Huh?" he turns around see him holding his first drink. "Well how can I do that? She's so beautiful and just everything" He said turning back to you, trailing his eyes up and down your body until he saw you catching him. Earning a smile and a wave from you he turns around, quickly turning red. "Shit, she caught me!" He said.

"Well good. Now she knows that you were checking her out" Now that made him worry even more.

'Crap what if she thinks I'm creepy? A perv or something' he thought loudly in his head. Soon he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, turning around to see you a bit tipsy and smirking.

"Hey~ I saw you checking me out cutie~ " You slurred out and giggled a bit due to the alcohol in your system. "You know if you wanted to dance with me you could have just asked~".

As you keep talking to him, he couldn't help but blush more and more thinking to himself 'Damn she's even more beautiful up close'.

“I would love to dance with you" He smirks and stood up looming over you.

Your pov:

‘Well fuck he's so tall..yet he's really cute. I can't believe he was looking at me like that, checking me out. And I got a dance. Score!' I thought to myself as I move my hand off his shoulder and hold out my hand " Shall we then~" I smirked more up at him.

Once he took my hand I dragged him to the dance floor and started to sway my hips with his to the music. I noticed he was a blushing mess and not moving much.

"Awe come on hot stuff~ Dance, have fun, fuck whoever is watching us" I say as I keep swaying my hips more with his.

As we kept dancing and drinking we both started to get more tipsy and a laughing mess. I found out his name is Ukai Keishin and he's a coach for a high school volleyball club. Crazy but really interesting. I listen to him as he talks about the team and his friend who was drinking and hanging out with some other girl. His life seems so interesting and so much fun.

"So what about you sweetheart~? What's your name and something about yourself?" I heard him speak and chug down a beer.

"Oh well my name is L/N Y/n and there’s nothing really interesting about me. I work for a lame office company, and my shit ex boyfriend cheated on me so I came here. My friends wanted to make me feel better and all that" I laugh a bit and keep drinking.

" Really? Well guess what sweetie~ that bastard don't deserve a beautiful girl like you~ you deserve a man. A true man that won't hurt you. Won't pull crap like that" He said causing my face to turn a shade of red I didn’t even know existed. I don't know if it's the alcohol in him but that was a really sweet thing to say.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. That means a lot~" I slur out and I stand up, " Fuck that asshole, let's go dance!" I say getting him out his seat and dances with him..but a little dirtier than last time.

Feeling his hands on my waist, he pulls me to him. I took an experimental roll of my hips, earning a deep groan from him. Swaying and grinding our hips to the music, we started laughing and giggling uncontrollably at each other. Everything was amazing.

Not too soon after, I felt something hard touch my thigh. I became a blushing mess feeling it grow and stiffen as we continue to laugh and have fun together.

"You know what sweetheart? Maybe I could be your man~ I get we just met and all, but I'm sure we can work it out," I hear him whisper  in my ear.

I think about it for a second and nod. "I guess we can give it a shot," I tell him as I turn around and pull him into a heated kiss. Tasting the alcohol on his chapped lips.

Ukai pov:

As she pulled me in the kiss I tasted the tanginess of her last drink. Her lips were so soft, I felt like I was in heaven. I placed my hands back on her hips and pulled her closer into the kiss.

Soon, we pulled away for air and I smiled at her earning one in return from her.

"My my, such a good kisser you are~ maybe we can continue this somewhere else?~" I chuckle a bit.

"Hm, why not?" I heard her say with a smirk on her perfect lips.

We both left the bar and called an Uber to take us to my place, knowing Takeda would take my car back.

As soon as the Uber got there we climbed in and I gave her a passionate kiss. Pulling her into yet another lip lock, I felt her hands creep up to my chest. I soon follow her running my hands up her sides feeling her accentuated curves .

Pulling away to breathe, I pick her up and place her on my lap, pulling her closer to my body and smashing our lips together once more. Running my tongue over her bottom lip, I silently asked for permission, but it was denied on her part. I moved my hand to her ass and harshly squeezed it, earning a small squeak from her, taking my chance to shove my tongue into her mouth and exploring it at my own leisure.

3rd person pov:

~Small time skip~

As soon as you two got to Ukai's place he paid the Uber and hurried you inside. Getting you inside and closing the door behind him he pushed you against the wall and shoved his knee between your legs.

" You know, you’re worst than nicotine~" Ukai said before ushering you onto the bed, getting ready for a long and hot night between you two.

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Sorry my fellow horny people. I'm to lazy to write the full smut so this is all you get from me.

Anyways I hoped you liked it and like I said I just winged it and hope it's good for you guys.

And for Sam...I'm sorry for you having to edit this ||°°

( I want to fucking cry -Sam)

In all I hope you have a good night/day/afternoon :D

[optimizche]

Nu Egalliv (Part1) (Byun Baekhyun/Reader)

Your boyfriend has gone away for work and things are difficult for you. Especially when there is distance involved.

Genre: Smut/Angst.

Author's note: This is going to be a two-shot, inspired by Baekhyun's UN Village MV. 

Your heart felt like an aching slab of lead within your chest, even as you emerged from a state of slumber.

It had been three weeks since you had last seen him, the demands of his latest album and his promotional obligations keeping him away from you. Of course, you understood. You were nothing if not understanding.

But that did not mean that you couldn't miss him.

Yes, you spoke everyday, texted everyday, FaceTimed everyday.

But that did not mean that you didn't miss his presence. His absence was something that struck your heart like a bunch of thorns everytime you awoke to a cold bed, without him in your arms.

Every night, after he called you to wish you a good night's sleep, you dreamt of him.

Oh, god, did you dream of him.

It all felt too real to your lovelorn heart and your wanton body. The warmth of his hands skimming every inch of your bare, silken skin, followed by the searing heat of his lips. Setting you aflame. Leaving a constellation of purplish stars all over your flesh. The full, burning stretch of him sliding in and out of you until you were clutching at the satin sheets around you. Writhing around fitfully in an empty bed. Waking up with his name on your lips and the simple cotton of your panties soaked through and through, your arousal staining the sheets and your inner thighs.

Craving for him.

And it was this exact craving that made you absently reach out for your cellphone and shoot him a text.

You (7:02): I miss you, Baekkie.

It was night in the time zone he was in, and you assumed that he was fast asleep.

But his reply came immediately.

BBH (7:03): Just woke up, sweetness? Sleep well?

You bit your lip, wanting to lie to him,

knowing full well that he was teasing you. The bastard knew you couldn't sleep without him.

Instead, you decided to up the stakes, pushing away the covers from your body, which was naked, except for the thin, baby pink cotton panties you were wearing. The cold morning air caused your nipples to harden painfully.

Raising the camera of your phone up, you snapped a cheeky photograph of your body.

The tantalizing swell of your breasts, topped with pebbled nipples. The vast expanses of supple, inviting skin. Thighs parted in invitation, smeared with your arousal that darkened and dampened the fabric of your panties.

You (7:05): Sent a picture

You (7:06): I dreamt of you. And look what you did to me.

BBH (7:07): Fuck.

BBH (7:08): What did I do to you in your dreams, sweetness?

You closed your eyes, trying to recall your dream in its absolute vividity, before typing out the text.

You (7:09): You had tied me up to your bed with silk scarves. Arms above my head, legs spread. And you were fingering me. Fingering me while wearing those rings that I brought you from that vintage shop in Sardinia.

You (7:09): Shit, baby. I'm so wet.

He didn't respond for a long moment and you knew that your words had affected him. But when your phone did vibrate with a newly received text, he surprised you.

BBH (7:12): Sent a picture

You gasped, your cheeks reddening. It was a photograph of Baekhyun, standing in front of a full length mirror, wearing nothing but the darkness of the night that shrouded his form partially in shadows. But what you could see clearly was how hard he was, his fingers wrapped flush around his shaft.

You (7:13): Oh god, Baekkie. I wish I was there to suck you off.

BBH (7:14): What wouldn't I do to have you on your knees in front of me right now. You know how much I love watching myself slide into your pretty mouth. The way your lips wrap around me...

"Fuck," you groaned, face heating up at his words. Baekhyun was a master at sexting and the pooling liquid heat between your legs was proof of it.

BBH (7:15): Sent you a video

You felt your jaw drop to the floor as you watched the snippet he had sent you.

In the darkness of his room, you could see him lying on his back, smirking at you, before he turned the camera to give you a full view of his erect dick. His free hand wrapped around it, fingers pumping him from base to tip.

His flushed tip was leaking pearly dribbles with every pump, running all over his fingers, making his cock glisten. You felt your mouth watering, your eyes tracing the engorged veins running along his length. His deep groans were pure sin to your ears and you were about to take off your panties and touch yourself when something caught your eye.

Upon his index, middle and ring fingers were the rings you had gifted to him. The very same ones you had dreamt about.

"Piece of shit!" you exclaimed frustratedly. He knew exactly how to tease you. He knew exactly which of your buttons to push.

He had put on those rings upon his elegant, nimble fingers, solely to get a rise out of you. To tease you without mercy.

He wanted you to beg for him.

But you had other plans. Oh, no, you weren't going to shrink back and turn submissive and beg to Byun Baekhyun. No, sir.

Just as you scrambled to furiously pull off and discard your panties, your phone indicated the arrival of a new text.

BBH (7:19): Don't even think about touching yourself, baby girl. You lay so much as a finger on that tight little cunt and I won't let you come for a month.

You grinned. His threats meant absolutely nothing, you knew. And you knew that you both would be fucking each other senseless the second Baekhyun returned.

Never had you both managed to keep your hands off one another.

By sending you that video of him masturbating while wearing those rings that you had given him, Baekhyun had begun a battle of sorts.

And you weren't going to back down.

Crawling to the edge of the bed, you opened your bedside drawer, hissing at the sensation of the cold morning air on your drenched core. Rummaging through the drawer, your lips curled into a wicked grin when you found it.

A black, silicone dildo. The only one in your sex-toy collection that almost equalled Baekhyun in size, which is why he hated it.

Of course, ever since your beloved boyfriend had waltzed into your life, your sex-toy collection had become almost redundant. But, today, since he had decided to tease you so mercilessly, you were going to pay him back in kind.

Flopping back into bed, lying on your back, you opened your legs wide. You were going to put on a show and you were going to do it right.

Using two fingers to part your folds, you took the dildo in your other hand, slowly running it through your folds. Lubricating it. In fact, Baekhyun's teasing and your dream had left you so wet that you did not even need any additional lube in order to start easing the toy into you.

With a quiet gasp, you slowly began to push the toy into you, feeling your walls clench around its girth. Using your free hand, you grasped for your cell.

It was time to video call Byun Baekhyun.

He answered on the first ring and it was almost comical how his smug grin evaporated and his jaw dropped when he realized that you were naked. Bathed in the early morning light.

"Fuck."

His shaky exhalation of the word made your walls clench tighter around the dildo. With your other hand, you pushed it all the way in, letting out a deep moan when the toy bottomed out. All the way in.

"Are you touching yourself, baby?" came Baekhyun's voice, deep and sinister. Warning you. "Are you being a bad girl and touching yourself even after I told you not to?"

You felt a smirk creep upon your lips as you slid the dildo in and out of you, your walls hugging the now warmed up silicone snug, your weeping arousal creating a loud slick smack everytime you sank all the way in.

Baekhyun let out an agonized groan at the sliding and slapping sounds. He could hear how soaked you were.

"How many fingers are you using?" he asked you, breathlessly, starting to pump himself faster.

You grinned deviously. "It is not my fingers that I'm fucking myself with, Baekkie..." you moaned airily.

And then you turned your phone around to show him.

"Fucking hell," he grunted out, half-angry, half-aroused at the sight of the dildo sliding in and out of you, glistening in the creamy wetness of your now deliciously reddened cunt.

You let out a long, throaty moan, spreading your legs apart and bringing the phone camera closer to your pussy so that Baekhyun could see everything. And hear everything.

"God, you're so wet, baby..." he growled. "Shit. Shit."

You began to plunge the toy into you, in perfect time with the wet sounds of Baekhyun jerking himself off, shutting your eyes and imagining that he was here and that it was him who was fucking you...

"Bae-Baekhyun..." you whimpered, hips bucking up toward the toy. "I'm..."

You were clenching hard around the silicone, that had now become pleasantly warm to match the temperature of your velvety sheath. The muscles in your arms ached with the strain of holding up your phone and keeping up the rhythmic thrusting of the toy.

All you wanted to do was come, but your orgasm was, vexingly, dancing out of your reach.

It just wasn't the same without Baekhyun.

Much to your growing frustration, you heard him groan deep on the other side of line, indicating his climax.

Tears prickled at your eyes as the soured pleasure began to grate at your nerves and you angrily wrenched the dildo out of you, throwing it away to some unknown corner of your room.

You had been so close. But you just couldn't come.

Baekhyun, who had been wiping his hands clean upon a bunch of tissues, a lazy smile on his face, noticed your distress.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked you, noting that you had stopped pleasuring yourself.

"I couldn't come," you replied, voice shaking, mere moments away from full-blown crying.

"Oh, baby," he husked, genuinely sad. "What can I do to help?"

"Come back here soon. I need you," you sniffled, before abruptly hanging up the call.

Tossing your phone onto the bed beside you, you lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

The wetness that had pooled between your legs was growing steadily cold in the morning air, reminding you of your foolish, failed attempt at trying to ease your need for him.

All you had wanted was to tease Baekhyun for being gone for so long, and an orgasm as a bonus treat.

The only thing you got was unfulfilled desire and a messy bed. You were back to square one. 

Aching. Sad. Unfulfilled.

Unsatisfied. 

Distance is a cruel thing, you mused, as you rose to drag yourself to the shower.

Come back soon so that I can fuck you senseless, Byun Baekhyun.

[rogue-barnes-16]

THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part III/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back. Will it help, or will the situation just get more twisted and dangerous?

Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: angst-ish (biker gang au)

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Warnings: language, kinda angsty but not too much

A/N: third part of these because I think I'll go crazy if I stay in this kind of semi-hiatus any longer. Hope you enjoy my darlings <3.

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BUCKY’S P. O. V.

Her hands were on the sides of my ribcage to provide her some balance while I was riding to the nearest diner.

It was an odd, though familiar feeling. The way her grip on my leather jacket briefly tightened when I took a turn, or the contact her the front of her legs made with the back of mines.

And I really really didn't want to stop driving, because I had missed that feeling, even if I wouldn't admit it out loud, even if I wanted to think I had moved on.

But I started to slow down the moment we reached the nearest diner's parking lot, and her hands left my jacket to hold herself steady using to the back of the bike.

As soon as the bike was parked, my feet reached the ground, still straddling the vehicle for us to be safe while taking off the helmet.

Once I had accomplished that task, I looked over my, slightly turning my torso to see if Y/n had done the same.

"Wow! okay" I chuckled while that magnetic girl I had just met in the bar —thanks to Carol— combed her recently messed hair with her fingers. "that was... Wild." her eyes were still widely open, but a half smile was now tugging the corner of her lip. "such a ride."

"first time riding a bike?"

"first time in bike with you" she replied, climbing off in a very surprisingly smooth way . "you really gotta slow down, I didn't even have helmet, boy."

I mimicked her movements and grabbed my things before approaching her. "well, I can fix that." we walked side by side to the bar. "I'll get you one."

"you seem pretty confident about me riding with you ever again."

"got a feeling you'll end up liking it" I replied with a smug smirk, opening the door of the establishment for her.

She shook her head no, peeking at me with a half smile tugging the corner of her lips. "Keep dreaming, Bucky."

"with you?" I questioned, following right behind her back into the bar, where both the gang and Carol waited for us. "Always."

"Cheesy."

READER'S P. O. V.

I let the helmet rest on my seat between my things while I combed my hair with my fingers. No matter how short or covered it was, with or without helmet, it always ended up tangled.

I had forgotten that minor inconvenience of riding a bike, specifically with the man I rode with.

"Ready?" he asked, holding the handlebars firmly. I gave him a lazy nod in response and proceeded to hop off the bike. "Let's go then." he walked side by side with me to the diner and when we reached the door, he opened it for me.

As soon as we sat down on the booth that was the furthest from the patrons of the place, the waiter came to take our order, which were just two black coffees, one of them iced.

Bucky waited until we had our coffees to speak, in order to avoid nosy ears, I figured. "It was two days ago." he started, swallowing the first sip of his coffee. "Nat had been keeping an eye on a guy for a while." I motioned for him to continue.

"Why would she do that?" I questioned with a frown. "Thought you were that type of gang, now were you?" I added with sarcasm.

"Wait a fucking second, will ya?" I motioned him to keep going with my hand. "the dude was following this girl." I tilted my head with confusion. "Stalking her."

"I got it the first time, James, I'm not that dumb." he muttered something under his breath, taking another sip of coffee. In reply, I just scoffed. "Why help that girl in particular?"

"We owed his brother a favor. Big one" he added, not quite focused on what he was saying. "Tasha's gonna scare him y'know? But turns out this guy wasn't a creep." he nursed his cup. "He's a rival gang member."

I opened my eyes widely, letting myself fall against the backrest of the booth. "Holy fuck." I always had assumed the Avengers were the only gang. Never in my time with them had I heard about a rival gang, I only knew that was dangerous shit.

Bucky’s blue eyes flickered to me, realizing too late that this was completely new information to me. "Yeah... I told Natasha to quit, we could protect this girl in other ways." he shook his head no. "she said she'll stay, just in case what was happening involved us."

"And then she dissappears." I sighed, massaging my temples, wondering what the fuck I was thinking when I decided I would help. "Bucky, I really don't see why I'm the only option."

"I-- listen." he lifted his gaze subtly to check no one was observing us. "I'm not supposed to be tellin' ya this."

"But you're gonna do it anyway."

He straight up ignored my comment as he mirrored my posture. "we have an inside problem."

"a something or a someone?" I was now definitely regretting the decision of going to my ex's house to lend a hand to his gang. "fuck, James, you better tell me it's a something and not a someone."

His sorry eyes and pursed lips killed my lame hope. "you want me to lie?"

"Yeah, for once I actually want you to lie." he clenched his jaw and diverted his eyes from me. "I went to your place and you have a fucking mole." Bucky’s gaze returned to me intently, shushing me. "don't fucking shush me" I retorted, internally freaking out. "I just put myself in danger 'cause I was stupid enough to decide to help."

"You're not in danger." he replied in low voice.

"okay now, you don't fucking know that."

"Whoever the problem is, they ain't there."

"Yeah sure." thousands of different scenarios that ended up with my corpse in a ditch went through my panicking mind as I stood up to walk away. "this was the worst fucking idea I've ever had." I mumbled under my breath, stepping out of the diner.

The fact that I didn't hear Bucky’s heavy combat boots after me in order to try and change my mind was surprising enough.

What was also surprising was finding another bike approaching the parking lot of the diner, and Clint almost jumping off it.

He took off his helmet way too fast for it to be safe before close to shouting my name. "Y/n!" For some reason, I stopped walking to wait for him to get to me. "Listen--"

"I'm out, Clint. I'm sorry." my apologies were genuine, because I knew how much Natasha meant to the dirty blonde man.

"No! Fuck- hold on for a second please." he begged, raising his hands in front of me to stop me. "I don't know what Barnes told you but--"

"Said that you got a mole inside."

"Fuckin'... Okay, I know you feel like your life is in danger if you help us but listen," his eyes spoke how desperate he was to get to his bestfriend on time. "Nat... You know I can't lose her and I swear if you help us, I'll protect you with my life okay? But please, Y/n... I'm sorry you got mixed into this but we- I really need you to help us."

I clenched my jaw, trying to meditate coolly about my reply to his beg.

I had put my feelings aside in order to think clearer, and that was one hell of a headache, given the people who were involved.

"Y/n please. Please, I swear on my fucking life I won't let anything bad happen to you." Clint assured me in a whisper. "please."

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I stayed sat in the booth for a brief moment after Y/n had left.

I really didn't know what else I could do to convince her to help us. I didn't know how to make her believe me, to assure her that she wouldn't get hurt on my watch.

I didn't know how to get her to trust me if I promised to keep her safe at all costs, because once you break someone's trust —specially someone's like Y/n's— there was no going back 99% of the times.

"Fuck."

I rushed to the door, attempting to reach Y/n, because I had to convince her. I owed it to Natasha, to Clint, to Sam, to Steve; I owed it to myself, because I kept losing my grasp on Y/n, and in this situation, letting her leave wasn't an option anymore.

When I got out, both helmets in my hands, I saw Clint in front of Y/n, practically begging for her aid.

"Clint... I'm sorry. I really am..." she spoke. "I can't."

"Yeah, you can." she spun around at the same time as Clint's eyes laid on my form over the girl's shoulder. "you can, and you have to."

She was suddenly fuming. "what the hell did you just say?"

"Bucky shut the fuck up and stop making it worse." Clint warned me while Y/n took a couple of steps towards me.

"You have to." I repeated as confident as I could whilst my heart pounded in my chest. "You have to, that's why you came all the way from your fancy ass apartment in Manhattan." it was the fourth sort of conversation I had with the girl I hadn't talked in a year, and I had decided to push her buttons. "'cause no matter how you fucking hate me, y'know you won't be able to sleep at night—"

"Shut the fuck up, Bucky." Clint repeated, almost hysterical as I went on, my eyes locked with Y/n's in an attempt to make her know I meant every word.

"—if something happened to Natasha when, knowing you could've, you refused to help." Y/n pursed her lips, refusing to retort anything. "whether you like it or not, I know you Y/n, and I know you're not gonna leave."

It was the riskiest stunt I had pulled in a while, but after a dreadful instant of silence, I realized it had worked.

"You're so goddamn confident about it, aren't you?"

"I also know you're probably considering leaving, just to fucking prove me wrong."

Silence again, her eyes dug into mines as she closed the distance between the two of us to grab her helmet. "You're so full of yourself."

"I'm right, though." I couldn't help but retort with the lightest tinge of amusement in my tone.

"I'm riding with Clint."

[airaaachaaan]

CHAPTER 1

I'm always having a hard time making friends. Not because of me being picky with them. I've always been thinking about my flaws, and I can say that I'm very low tempered. It's not that everyday you'll see, or pass by someone weird, right? I have a visual disability, right eye closed, And surely, if you'll pass by me, at the road, at school, or everywhere. You'll probably look at me, look away, then look again. I know many people do that, a quick glance, or, sometimes they overlook, and it kinda creeps me out. It's not that I don't really have friends, Ofcourse I have some. I can say that I'm the cheerful one, the extrovert, approachable, so I can easily have friends. I also play volleyball, so I became a part of the school's volleyball team. My name's Ayaka. Matsumoto Ayaka. 【松本彩花】My name means, colorful flower. I think it really suits me.

I've been on the volleyball team for so long, 5 years to be exact. Being around in a big group of people is quite fun, you'll get to share your thoughts to many people, and if you're talking, its kinda overwhelming to get everyone to listen to you! But to be honest, I still don't know who to trust with these guys. It sucks. I always have a feeling like, "Do they talk about me when I'm not with them?" "Are my jokes really that funny?" "Do they like me? Or they just do that because we're teammates?" I overthink a lot but, hey! It really does make sense, right?

I never really planned on joining Volleyball, I mean, it was never been my dream when I was a kid. But when the school directress saw me, she signed me up. So through the years of playing, I'm kinda getting in the hang of it, kinda intense, an absolute torture to your body, but it's fun! Specially when we have tournaments. We have this Regional Tournament yearly, it's my favorite league by the way. We got to train everyday, instead of just every other day. And we get to go to other places and stay there for a month! Ya'know, get to know your teammates more, and even get to be with the boys' team! (Internal screaming) The boys' team are from the other campus. There was a guy that I like, ofcourse. His name is Kousuke. Ishikawa Kousuke. 【石川康介】 He's not really that cute, I mean, he's not the kind of guy that will catch your attention but, guess what? He got mine!

February 2017:

It was a hot afternoon at the place we're staying, a school at a province, few stores, less highways. I was watching Anime at one corner that time, I got lazy to get my earphones at my luggage so I just boosted up the volume of my phone. I was already in the climax of the thing that I was watching, when I suddenly felt, breathing by my left ear. It was Kousuke. He was watching too! I really don't know how to respond with that, I was internally screaming, I was shaking and I didn't get to catch up with the best part of the series! Well, actually maybe the best part was, his face being that near to my face. He continued watching, then he left, and at last I got to breathe! (Sigh) But he came back with his own chair, placed beside me and we finished the show together. I didn't really know where to look? I really wanted to take a glance at his face but it's kinda awkward, right? My arms turned quite numb trying to place my phone where he can see it clearly, until that thing that we're watching, ended. And ofcourse here's the awkward part, getting up into a conversation with your crush.

"That anime is always a cliffhanger."

He said with a disappointed look on his face.

"O-Oh--yep, I t-totally agree haha"

I ended up stuttering, with a nervous laugh.

"Say, do you still have more Anime saved on your phone?"

He said while trying to peek at my phone screen. He grabbed my phone from my hand and he saw the design of multiple anime characters at the back of my phone.

"I didn't know you also liked that series eh.."

"O-Ofcourse! We just met!"

I answered him with a squint on my face.

"Well yeah, you can't put all your favorite characters on the back of your phone 'cause you'll prolly be blocking your camera lense... Haha."

So that's where the conversation started. I didn't know we actually have the same vibe! Well, I thought he's a shy type, he's always have this mysterious aura, or he always has this serious face. It's like we've been friends already for a very long time. The whole month of our stay at that school, it's always been me and Kousuke chilling, talking about nonsense things, and ofcourse, watching anime. We've been buddies the whole month. I was already expecting that my teammates would tease me, and yes, ofcourse they did. I was so scared that he might know that I liked him, I mean, I guess he already knew, but he never told me about it.

It was the last day of the month, we both brought home the bacon. Both teams, boys and girls. Ofcourse it was a very blissful moment for us, I had a good game, and I'll be seeing my mom again, but quite sad too. Like, who wouldn't be missing these guys if you've been with them for one whole month? And ofcourse, I'll be missing Kousuke. I hope we'd still be talking at our social media accounts. And also, we already exchanged numbers and emails! I hope he message me soon!

I just arrived at home, fixed my stuff, took a shower, then went to bed. I was scrolling at my gallery, just staring at all of our pictures, including the picture of me and Kousuke. Then suddenly, my phone vibrates. It was Kousuke. I didn't really expect him to message me!

-"Matsumoto-san, I hope you went home safe! I just got home and I was so tired so I thought I should message you before I go to sleep. I had a fun time with you! See you at our training!"

I was so surprised! I actually don't know how to reply him. My hands were shaking, I was so startled!

"Ah! Ishikawa-san! Glad that you messaged me!"

"No!"

"I mean"

"I'm glad that you got home safe!"

"I had so much fun with you too!! See you soon!"

"Ahhh-- what am I doing? "Glad that you messaged me!"?! What was that?! How did I even mess up with this? So stupid." I said to myself while banging my head at my pillow.

"Haha. It looks like you don't have anyone to talk to usually, huh."

"Ah, yes! That's why I'm glad you messaged me. Hehe."

Our conversation was until 11pm and I didn't even noticed. So did Kousuke. I think. Is he already sleepy? Should I tell him that I need to sleep even if I still don't want to? Ah, this sucks.

"Matsumoto-san, I planned to sleep once I got home but here I am, talking to you. Haha."

"Oh, I actually thought of the same thing haha."

See? I screwed up! Maybe I was telling to much stories, I didn't even noticed that he wanted to sleep! How dumb.

"I'm sorry, Ishikawa-san! We should sleep now! Sorry for bothering you!"

"No, it's okay! We could talk tomorrow! I'm just really tired, it's not that you bothered me. I enjoyed talking to you tho, don't worry."

"Goodnight, Matsumoto-san."

"Okay! Goodnight!"

I turned off my phone, I couldn't help but scream at my pillow! This has been one of the greatest year for me!

-END OF CHAPTER I-