#don’t like putting my last name on here but i wanna win

[kokon0is]

SNEAKY FREAK !!

bachira x reader wherein you came over bachi’s place but his mom happens to be there.

cw: SMUT. handjobs (discreetly) while his mom is in the living room, characters are 18+, slight choking, mentions of doing the nasty in public places.

Bachira called you this morning saying that his mom is going out to work and you can come over and do some nasty things.

You and Bachira for awhile now have been trying to have a proper time for nasty time since both of your homes are pretty much occupied. You guys had plenty of make out sesh on mall’s fitting rooms, fingering inside the cinema, giving him head at the back of the library, him eating you out on public restrooms, and never a proper place to go do it.

You and Bachira decided to level up things and try to get the timing to have sex whenever no one is around in their house. Today was supposed to be the day but when you arrived at his place you’re welcomed by his mother.

“Oh [name] i didn’t know you’re coming over~ come inside” she greeted, by now you’re very confused as Bachira said she already left for work, its not that you don’t want her inside her own home but your mind is just full of questions right now. “Meguru!! [name] is here come down here!!” she smiled at you and went towards the kitchen “It’s perfect i made alot of food just for Meguru since i’m supposed to be away for today but meeh…. it was moved to another day” Bachira’s mom got instantly talkative about her work and about his son.

Bachira went out of his room, no shirt, hair messy and just sweat pants hanging dangerous low makes your panties damp already. “Hi Megu” you smiled sweetly to him he smiled back at you and hugged you but he seems like not in the mood today. “Meguru show some proper manners, put on a shirt honey” His mom sigh

“You need to get our AC fixed mom, the air that it’s producing is not cold anymore, ‘ts hot today” he protested “Let’s go to my room [name]” he tug on your shirt pulling you towards his room as you followed him at his room. “Keep the door open Meguru” his moma said

He kept the door half open and look at you and gave a silent laugh “Fuck sorry love her work was cancelled today” he said as his hands creases the back of your head and leaned for a quick peck on your lips “‘ts alright Meg, we can just play the game you found last week, you keep on talking about them" at this point you really lost hope of getting down Bachira’s pants or ride him til’ you both can’t anymore.

You and Bachira are having a quiet time playing a a game, with the slight noise from the tv in the living room as Mama Yu is watching kdramas. Bachira’s hands snake under your pants, you gave him a side eye and a smirk telling him to keep going, he gave your clothed clit slight rubs as you fix your sitting position, spreading your legs more so he can have better access. “This is kinda fun don’t you think” he said aloud with his usual tone of voice sounding normal “Yeah i keep on winning its fun” you went along his little play pretend like nothing is going on, because if it gets quiet, it’s gonna be suspicious. One thing that you guys don’t wanna happen right now it to Mama Yu to check up on you guys.

You quickly put your hands under his pants and inside his boxers, you can feel his slightly hardened dick and still growing on your hands as you stroke it, Bachira let out a sigh, probably keeping his moans back as much as you do. He put your panties aside and feels your wet slit, sliding up and down and back on rubbing circles on your clit, you could let out a whiny moan right now because of how good he’s making you feel. Your hands went faster on his cock while the other hand keeps on pressing random buttons on the controller.

“aahh~ [name] stop chasing mee!!” Bachira sneak out a moan from just that still trying to give a good impression to his mom that you guys are doing normal and just playing a game, while your lower lips almost bleed out because of how hard you’re biting on it just to keep your noises.

But by the time the games is about to end, you are very close to your orgasm already. “Close, close to you Meg!” its like both of you are speaking on codes “Okay, got it” his fingers went faster on your clit as he drop the controller and put two digits inside you, he attacked your lips to keep your noise from coming out.

“Mmhhm!” just when you guys are trying your best to keep it quiet you whimpered as you reach your climax. Bachira wrapped his hands around your neck to keep the noise coming “Try to keep it quiet love… mom heard it, grab ur controller and act like you lost, got it?” he whispered.

You did like what he said, you fixed your pants and grab the controller as you heard mama yu’s footstep getting closer to his room.

“HAHA YOU DIED” “i can’t believe i lost to you” you continue your acting “maybe if yer not stupid of using the gun blehh” Bachira went along. “Everything alright here?” Mama yu came inside the room while you guys are playing out your fake argument on the game you guys barely even played since both of your hands got distracted.

“Yeah mom she lost at me, you should be proud of your son mom hehe” said Bachira. Mama yu rolled her eyes “I thought you guys are doing something….” she said as he takes her leave

You and Bachira shared THAT look and laughed.

“I swear next time we’ll be fucking like an animal, and you gotta return me the favor hihi” he whispered to you.

thanks for readingg

[hqbaby]

four — not not serious

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 1.6k content. swearing, just a bunch of fluff

“I don’t get it,” Osamu says, face pulled into a frown. “Ya haven’t slept with ‘er yet?”

Atsumu kicks his brother in the stomach, eyes trained on the screen as he pulls the lead in Mario Kart. “Fuck yeah!” he cheers. “And, yeah, ya pig. Not everythin’s about sex y’know.”

“Ya fuckin’ cheated! That doesn’t count!”

“Yer just a sore loser.” It’s Atsumu’s turn to receive an elbow to the ribs. “Asshole!” he hisses, throwing the controller to the side when he still somehow finishes first. “Serves ya right.”

The twins both lean back into the couch, the adrenaline washing away. Atsumu adds another notch under his name on the tally they’ve been keeping of their wins and losses. The score so far is 3-12 in Osamu’s favor (but Atsumu swears he’ll beat him over the summer).

“Ya serious ‘bout the girl?”

Atsumu groans. His brother has been trying to know more about you for whatever nosy reason and he finds it nothing short of annoying. “What does it matter to ya, scrub?”

“Just wanna know if I’m gonna have t’make more food at Christmas, s’all,” Osamu says in faux innocence. “So? Is it serious?”

The golden-haired twin wrinkles his nose, the face he always makes when he’s in deep thought. “It’s not serious,” he says eventually, then adds, “But it’s not not serious.”

“Oh?”

“It’s… nice. She’s nice.”

Osamu snickers at the look on his brother’s face. He’s clearly more interested in this “nice” girl than he lets on. He already figured as much when his brother started being all quiet about it, because if there’s one thing he knows about Atsumu, it’s that he’s never quiet. So there’s bound to be something going on.

“When am I gonna get to meet her?”

“Fuck off."

“You look nice,” Kiyoko says, leaning against the door of your room. A smile plays on her lips as she watches you fix your hair in the mirror. “That dress in particular is really pretty. Where’d you get it?”

You give her a sheepish look, glancing down at the green ensemble that is definitely not yours. You wonder if she’s noticed the shoes yet. “All my clothes are dirty.”

She rolls her eyes fondly and makes her way over to her dresser. Opening a drawer, she produces a pair of earrings with a dainty flower motif and hands it to you. “Here,” she says. “It goes with the dress. And the shoes.”

You take the earrings and launch yourself at her, wrapping her in a tight embrace. “Thank you, thank you, I love you!”

“Sure, sure, whatever.” She chuckles. “Where’s your laundry? I can throw it in with mine.”

“I will marry you and have your children and serve you every day of my life.”

She ponders for a moment then says, “I’ll settle for cake.”

You nod earnestly, holding her hands in yours. “Whatever you say, my lord and savior.”

Your roommate helps you finish getting ready. She does your hair when you get stuck not knowing whether to put it up or down and tries to clear some of the mess you’ve made in your room. You swear she’s a saint. Why else would she be this great?

“What’s with all the date jitters?” she asks eventually as the two of you sort through the pile of clothes on her bed. At this point, you can barely tell who owns what.

“What do you mean?”

She gestures at you, drawing your attention to your appearance. “You never put this much effort into dates.”

Your mouth drops into an “O” as you shrug. “I don’t know,” you say. “‘Tsumu said he had something fun planned and to dress a little fancy. So here we are.”

“‘Tsumu, huh?” Kiyoko gives you a teasing look. “That’s been going on for a while.”

“Just three weeks,” you say. “Not even a month yet.”

“Yeah, but that’s like a lifetime for you,” she points out. “When was the last time you dated someone for that long?”

You frown. “I’ve been with Rin for like a year now.”

“That’s different though, isn’t it?”

You never thought about it really. You never thought of Suna as anything like a boyfriend, but you knew he wasn’t exactly just a friend either. It wasn’t even that you fooled around with him. There was always something more there, something deeper. A genuine care for one another at the very least.

You wonder if he thinks that too.

“Text,” Kiyoko says, passing your phone to you when it buzzes.

tsumu: am outside :D 

“He’s here,” you tell her, putting your phone in your purse. You stand up and strike a ridiculous pose, one hand on the back of your head and the other on your hip, lips pouting. “How do I look?”

“So fuckable.”

“Thanks.” You grin, opening the door. “Love you! See you later!”

You find Atsumu at the entrance and he… looks nice. He’s ditched his usual clothes for a crisp white button-up and nice pants. Even his hair is styled a little better. Not that you ever thought that he looked bad, but he clearly made an effort today.

You realize you’ve been staring at him for so long that you haven’t even noticed that he’s been looking at you too. His eyes are wide as he gapes at your figure.

“Ya look…” He let out a little chuckle. “Yer beautiful.”

You feel your cheeks heat up as you look down at Kiyoko’s stolen shoes, unable to look him straight in the eye. Something inside you erupts. Well, that’s new, you think to yourself. What even is that?

“Thank you.” You smile at him. “You look great too, you know.”

Now it’s his turn to get all embarrassed. “Thanks.” He takes your hand in his and gently leads you closer to him. “Ready to go?”

You squeeze his hand. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of you make your way through the courtyard. It’s a nice summer day and people are out and about, talk and laughter filling the air around you. Some students have gone home to visit their families so it isn’t as crowded as usual, but more than a few of you are still on campus for the summer semester. Everything is warm and bright and perfect, like it can stay this way forever.

Atsumu leads you past the benches and the trees, taking a turn before you reach the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” you ask, expecting him to lead you to his car like he usually does and wondering why you went the other way.

He turns to you with a grin. “It’s a surprise.”

You end up walking into one of the buildings near your residence hall, the science building. It’s empty save for a few members of the maintenance staff mopping the floors and airing out the rooms. They don’t even look your way as Atsumu leads you up the stairs, all the way to the top of the building on the third floor.

Your brows furrow as he lets go of your hand and goes to push the door to the rooftop open. It’s usually locked (you know this because you and Oikawa once tried to sneak up there when you were wasted), but this time, it opens and Atsumu nods his head for you to step outside.

When you walk through the door, you’re met with the vast concrete expanse of the rooftop. Except it isn’t as empty as you expected it to be. In the middle of it, there’s a screen and a projector and a blanket and a bunch of pillows. You notice a basket lying nearby beside a cooler that looks like it’s been through a lot.

“What is this?” you ask, eyes fixed on the scene before you.

Atsumu shrugs, that boyish charm of his seeping through. “I wanted to do something nice.”

You peel your gaze away from the little theater on the rooftop and turn to look at him. “Something nice?”

His eyes go big, panic taking over him. Is it too much? Do you not like it? This probably wasn’t what you expected at all. He should’ve just taken you to a nice restaurant. He didn’t have to do all of this.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t tell ya ‘bout it. If ya don’t like it, we can just—”

Before he even realizes it, your lips are on his. He’s still gawking when you kiss him softly, deeply. It takes him a moment, but soon he’s kissing you back, his hands going to your waist and yours wrapping around his neck.

You pull back and he finds you smiling at him, all toothy and giddy like a kid in a candy store.

“I love it,” you tell him, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you.”

He leans down and kisses you again. “Don’t even mention it.”

When you separate, you’re still clinging to his hand as he shows you the whole set-up. In the basket, he reveals pizza from the place you kept telling him about, some popcorn, and a bunch of sweets. There’s a few cans of your favorite soda in the cooler and a tiny tub of ice cream (he tells you that he was supposed to get wine but his brother blew through their allowance for the week). You sit down on the blankets while you pick which food to eat first while he goes to set up the movie: Pulp Fiction, because you once swore he had to see it.

He sits down beside you and you give him that smile again, curling into his side. You turn to watch the movie as the sun sets around you, and Atsumu finds he can’t look away from your face. He notices the curve of your nose, the shape of your lips, the way your hair falls just right. He decides he could look at you forever and he’d never get bored, he’d always find something new and beautiful about you.

It’s not serious, he tells himself. But it’s not not serious either.

notes. and so it begins ;)

[hwallazia]

CHIHIRO – 정우영

synopsis . in which you finally let yourself let him go during a cold rainy night

pairing . jung wooyoung & fem!reader

genre . angst (way too much), lovers to exes, non idol!au

taglist . @bro-atz @purplenimsicle | comment your username if you wanna be added to my permanent taglist! ♡

word count . 0,9k

DISCLAIMER! suggestive language (a lot of bad words in here), lots of manipulation and slyness from wooyoung, cold-hearted reader, slight violence (yn smacks wooyoung’s cheek), hints of cheating.

NIC’S NOTES ofc this is based of chihiro by billie eilish. the second i listened to this song, i thought of this angsty scenario. and so i thought it’d be a great idea to put wooyoung as the protagonist bc since enemies to lovers troupe fits him so well, why don’t do it backwards? ;))) alsoo, lowercase is intentional (yep, again)

“yn, come on!” wooyoung shouted as he ran towards you desperately; breath hitching, legs trembling. the only thing he could recognize within his visual field were the ends of your dark hair flying back in goodbye, your heart already very far from his. “don’t be like that. you know this isn’t the way to fix things up.”

your leather boots splashed against the puddles of water generated by the rainy dew that announced a great storm, your hands seeking protection from the cold in the pockets of your coat. you heard wooyoung’s wet footsteps as you saw his figure getting closer to you, alerting you. you stopped dead in your tracks when he forcibly grabbed your wrist, compelling you to look at him, to look at those pleading eyes that manipulated you so much. those goddamned eyes that changed your personality so much. “don’t you fucking touch me.” you huffed sternly, shaking your arm as you tried to escape his grasp, your eyes stabbing daggers into his heart. those merry, stunning, and beaming eyes were replaced by an opaque, lightless gaze. one he’d never forget. since when did you hold so much resentment and hatred for him that you saw him that way? as if you had never loved him. as if you had never felt anything at all.

he let you go the second he understood that you were capable of punching him in the face if he even touched a minimal part of your skin.“fine, i won’t touch ya,” he raised his hands up in surrender. but still he tried to explain himself, even though he knew that he was the last person you wanted to see at the moment, “can’t we talk about this at home? it’s freezing cold out here, and you’re wearing shorts-”

“since when do you care so much?” yes, he was right, your legs quivered as your despairing breathing made your lips release condensed clouds, but you wouldn’t let him know. standing as hard as a rock, you continued, “don’t look for me neither call me anymore. i want nothing to do with you.”

wooyoung’s breath hitched and as he tried to pull himself together, he tried for one last time to convince you and mold your mind. “hey that’s a very hasty decision, don’t you think?” he paused briefly, his sigh exhaled right on your face, “yn, is this because of hana?”

the sound of her name sliding down his tongue was the straw that broke the camel’s back. after everything he had done, he really thought that this was just a little scene of yours? a little whim?

“no! it’s not because of her. it’s because of you!” you finally screamed, your heart winning over the pride that wanted to predominate in you. “you and your stupid manipulations, your excuses, and your fakeness.” your eyes threatened to water, but you wouldn't collapse. not now. “how dare you come after me and try to explain yourself after i found you with her sitting on your lap as you giggled at some of those weird ass jokes of yours.”

“oh so it is because of her,” he got closer to you, more than you would’ve allowed him, your lips being an absurd distance away. “why are you causing all of this when you could’ve just asked me?” his hand began to trail its way up to your cheek, and as soon as he cupped it, your hand slammed against his cheek loudly, pulling his figure to the left. the humidity of your hand and his face making the impact even more painful.

“you... disgusting little shit” your grossed-out expression being visible even for a blind man. “how could i have gotten involved with someone like you?” you sighed to yourself. a moment of silence drowned the conversation. wooyoung facing the ground as you stared sternly at him. but then, you decided to confess, “you know, at first i thought this was a fairytale, my most perfect fantasize. but turns out it was yours, not mine. definitely not mine.”

you resumed, “fuck, i was so blinded.” your palm landed on your forehead as you turned your body and faced up to the night sky, a couple of raindrops decorating your frozen cheeks, “this whole relationship was nothing but your slyness trying to mold my personality and mentality to your whim, wasn’t it?” you didn’t even give him a moment to respond, “who the fuck do you are?”

“yn. you’re hallucinating, my love. please, let’s stop all this nonsense-”

“i don’t even recognize you at all.” you spat, your frozen limbs welcoming an intrude, a strange warmness. maybe because you had said what was stuck in your throat for months. finally, you got out of that jail, that imprisoned manipulation that caused you vexation for so long.

“don’t say that. yn-” you observed as his eyes started to well up with tears, but it didn’t hurt you. not anymore. from one moment to the next, jung wooyoung’s existence stopped mattering to you. after such a long time, you became insensitive to those pleading eyes.

“don’t look at me like that. i’m not yours anymore.” you finally sentenced. “goodbye, jung wooyoung.” those were your last words to him so that you turned around and started on your way to, probably, your best friend's house, leaving behind a broken-hearted wooyoung, his eyes being similar to the thousand-yard stare as he watched the ripples of a puddle of water as the rain became heavier and heavier.

probably, you’d meet again in another life, or not. the emptiness you felt at that moment was unexplainable —you’d probably shirk it and let your drunk self take matters into its own hands. but you were sure that jung wooyoung taking your love away from you wouldn’t be so easy to forget.

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[lewisvinga]

fight in the stands | neymar jr x fem! reader

requested; yes !

request; Neymar and gf where maybe she gets harrassed in the stands because she’s you know famous

note; im so bad at titles lol , but my requests are closed, meaning i won’t take any rn😩😩guys😩😩 i have a lot rn n i wanna work on them before accepting anymore 😔😔🙏🙏

masterlist !

You regretted getting a normal seat at the stadium instead of taking Neymar’s offer of premium seatings. At first, everything seemed fine. You had a blast cheering for Neymar and PSG. They were winning 2-0. By the end of the first half, there were already arguments starting between the fans.

The arguments continued well into the second half. The other team managed to catch up as time passed. In the last 2 minutes, Neymar manages to score again, securing their win. At first, you were ecstatic for your boyfriend but that feeling ended when you hear more arguments.

You suddenly hear multiple people call your name. They recognized you. Of course they would, you’re a famous model and the girlfriend of Neymar. You knew that it was time to leave so you quickly collect your stuff. You tried to make your way out of your row but people kept blocking you. They seemed to be mad at you for Neymar scoring PSG’s winning goal.

You started to panic as you exited the row. You only had to make it up the stairs to get to the exit and all of it was over.

Neymar was watching from the field. He saw how worried you were and quickly makes his way to where you were, ignoring security calling for him.

“Fuck you and fuck Neymar!” Someone shouts. You felt someone tug on your hair and you tripped down on the stairs. Sharp pain shoots up through your arm. The pain was so unbearable that you couldn’t help but start to cry.

Neymar heard your cries of pain and ran even faster to you “Hey! Get away from her!” He shouted as he pushes people away. He quickly helps you stand up and holds you by your non injured arm. “Come on, meu amor, we have to get out of here.” He whispers to your ear. He holds you close to his chest as he leads you to the exit. Security helped escort the both of you to somewhere safe.

Neymar tried to comfort you, but you couldn’t pay attention due to how much your arm was hurting. He rushes to the hospital knowing that your arm was most likely broken.

You finally made it to the hospital and the doctors had checked up on your arm, confirming that it was indeed broken. They put a cast on it and left the room, leaving you and Neymar alone.

“What were you doing in those seats?” He asks, running a hand through his curls. “Meu amor, I told you that you should take premium seatings.”

You let out a deep sigh, keeping your eyes on the cast covering your arm. “Didn’t think a fight was gonna break out. It was so scary, Ney.” Tears filled your eyes as you remember the events that happened a few hours before.

Neymar quickly sits by your side. He gently grabs your chin, making you look at him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner, amor. Next time, you’ll get premium seatings. Don’t fight with me on this.” He chuckles as you pout and nod in reply. “I was scared something happened. I’m glad you’re safe now.”

He leans over and pulls you in close, giving you a loving kiss on your lips. “I’ll be there to protect you next time, but let’s hope there is no next time.”

You let out a small chuckle as you rest your forehead against his. “My protector.”

[fatesmono]

valentines day with yoongi

✮⋆˙ warning : some language + i haven’t written in half a year so.

✮⋆˙ this is an “x reader” so yk insert gender <3

✮⋆˙a.n : so todays valentine’s day (its the 13th at 11:59 posting this, great job me :3). so happy valentines i guess. i’m spending it celebrating jaehyun's birthday and writing abt my husband who’s in the war. i haven’t written in like, six years (six months) so pls go easy on me 

✮⋆˙enjoy loves <3333 happy valentines day !!

i never liked valentine’s day. it was always a stupid ass holiday if i do say so myself. am i saying that bc i never had a good valentine ? …maybe so, why are you so nosy ?? anyways, that was before i met him, min yoongi. i never met a man who says he hates a holiday so much but also goes all out for it. our first valentines last year i expected him to not really get me anything or like a bouquet of flowers since it wasn’t that much…i got a bouquet alright, like seven of them (he had said he didn’t know which one i would like so he just got me all of the ones he thought i would want), plus a shit ton of chocolate and just little things like one of his hoodies and this ring i had been eyeing for like months beforehand. so much for “valentines day isn’t really my thing” right ? all men do is lie, even min yoongi.

okay but anyways, here we are now, a year later. i wanna prove myself this year, i refuse to be out-valentines’d by him, no matter what that takes. now just one problem, he’s rich, i work at a coffee shop. shit, i know right ? but we will make it work i don’t care. 

so have i had this planned out for the last two months like a gta heist ? yes. but i NEED this day to go perfect. did it ? NO. NO IT DIDNT. first the necklace i got him with his name won’t be ready until the 17th, and then the kiss hoodie i was working on for him GETS BLEACHED SPILLED ON HIM, curtesy of our cat, johnny, and then; if it wasn’t going awful anyway, the cupcakes i made for him burned. and i’m going to his studio as we speak…this is my thirteenth reason. so right now all we have is his favorite flowers, a bleached hoodie with my kisses and a book of poems i wrote for him, sigh. SIGH. and if it didn’t help, he already gave me half of my gift before he left and it’s ten times better. A ROSE GOLD NECKLACE, he got me a rose gold encrusted with the sun because “i’m the sun to his moon”, he makes me wanna bash my head sometimes from how sweet he is. 

so getting to his studio, the definition of “shaking in my little boots”. i can hear him practicing his music from outside his studio, it’s like walking into beethoven working on smth if beethoven was your 30 year old idol boyfriend for a kpop group, if that makes sense, which is doesn’t so. anyways, i put in the code for his studio (it’s our anniversary, excuse me while i cry.) and quietly walk in to not disturb him, which isn’t that hard since he has tunnel vision as he invented it, and quietly tap his shoulder gently to get his attention. he turns around, taking off his headphones and noticing me with a small smile on his face, which might as well have been a kiss from him then and then. 

“hey love, happy valentine’s day, what are you doing here ?”, god why does he have to have such a perfect voice; it’s like he doesn’t even have to try. i go on to give him to give him his gift and try to explain that i had much more to give him and i knew it wasn’t enough to give and- and he cuts me off. good job if i do say so myself because the yapping i do, i could win a medal. 

“honey honey, this is perfect…you didn’t even have to get me anything, and you wrote me poems…that’s like writing me a song, this means the world to me. you remembered my favorite flowers, and this hoodie..i don’t think i’ve ever gotten a gift like this from anyone before, not even the guys. thank you so much…”, and my heart just turns into a puddle then and there. all my worries gone in a second, how does he do it ? he really should’ve become a therapist in another life, but i guess he does that with his music. but anyways, did i expect him to like the gift ? absolutely not. i did try to pay for dinner that night and he still didn’t let me do it, saying it was “an extra gift” as if i needed anymore gifts. remind me next to try and not outgift a rich idol who’s secret love language is definitely gift giving. 

i’m still getting next years gifts ready anyways. i’m so winning next year, i don't care.

[hotgirlgraps]

Insufferable

Synopsis: Two people who swear they hate each other’s guts but they just can’t leave each other alone

Warnings: angst, pining, a bit of choking, oral female and male receiving, creampie, semi-public sex, Tyler has a filthy mouth, enemies who end up fucking, basically.

A/N: this is that “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” trope with an extremely arrogant Tyler and YN who knows how to push every single one of his buttons. This is also like 3 requests in one fic so Enjoy babes!

The requests were:

• Shower smut (enemies to lovers edition)

• “You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid”

• facefucking

if you sent those in, thank you besties here they are🫶🏼

“Don’t say shit.” You glared at the man standing in front of you. You’d just gotten back from your match and you already knew you looked a little rough around the edges. You were sure you’d have a black eye in the morning and the last thing you cared to hear was anything Tyler Senerchia had to say.

Unfortunately, he was never good at keeping his mouth shut. It’s surprising to you how he hasn’t gotten his teeth knocked down his throat yet, but maybe you’d have to be the one to do it one of these days. Either way, he had that annoying ass smirk spread across his face the minute he caught sight of you and you just knew he was thinking of something, anything he could possibly come up with to annoy the shit out of you.

“You look like someone just beat the shit out of you.” He smirks, eyeing your hair wildly scattered about and the red welts on your skin. “You sure you’re ready to step in the ring with pro wrestlers? You might need to toughen up a little more before someone puts your little ass in a coma.”

Crossing your arms defensively, you felt your left eye twitch, which was not so coincidentally something that tends to happen whenever that man is in your vicinity. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who got knocked out with his own title.” You snap right back, watching his dark eyes narrow.

“At least I had a title. Last I checked, you lost every championship match you’ve ever been in.” He counters, his lips tipping up slightly when he sees the anger swirling around in your eyes.

“Should probably ice that eye. Looks like she got you pretty good.” He points out with a condescending smirk still playing on his lips.

“Shouldn’t you be in Tony’s office with your daddy bribing your way into another title shot right now?” You watched his jaw stiffen, feeling a little satisfied about that.

“I never had to bribe Tony for shit. I earned everything I have, unlike you, miss shorts that doesn’t even cover my ass.”

“You sound fucking stupid. It’s ring gear. Everybody wears the same shit. And I don’t use my body for bribery, if that’s what you’re trying to say.” Your voice was a little louder than you intended but thankfully nobody else was in the hall.

You watched his white teeth show with the scoff he let out. “No? You don’t? So you just wear shit like this-“ his hand motions over you, rather dramatically, “for the hell of it? I doubt that. You only get tv time because you’re eye candy for the dumb asses who are stupid enough to be interested in you. That’s all you got going for yourself, and I think you know that too. I mean, look at your win loss record. You’re probably the worst in the woman’s division.”

He always had a way of getting under your skin and you hated that you gave him the satisfaction of letting him see how angry he made you. But for some reason you always came back to the banters.

“You know what?” Your eyes flared.

“What?” He piped up.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. I have plenty of fans who love me because I’m a badass wrestler and I don’t have to prove shit to you. Maybe I’ve never held a title but I’ve gone out there and given my all in that ring and i’m only eye candy, but I could walk out there in a nun outfit and still have people screaming my name, so nice try but you’re just spitting bullshit and you know it.”

You hated that easy smirk that seemed to always be on his face and wished more than anything that you could literally slap it right off.

“Then do it.” He shrugs. “Cause I’m highly doubtful and I would love to prove you wrong, and watch you absolutely humiliate yourself more than you already do when you get your ass beat every single week.”

You fell silent and he stood there with that infuriating look of satisfaction.

“Like I said, just eye candy.” He says before he brushes past you, bumping your shoulder with his arm.

“Go fuck yourself” you mumbled, but he heard it.

“I don’t need to do that.” He shrugs his shoulder. “But from this little attitude you got, it sounds like you do.” He smirks, stepping close enough that your chest was brushing against his. “I’m sure one of your creepy, perverted fans would be more than happy to help you out with that.”

“I’m sure one of the random hookers you meet on the street would be more than happy to get in your car again.” You snapped back, and all he did was let a low chuckle slip through his lips.

“Trust me. Anybody would be happy to fuck me, but unlike you, I’m not desperate.”

“Your constant visits to the strip club say otherwise.” You quirk a brow, wanting to take a step back but you didn’t want him to think you intimidated him.

“Looking and touching are two different things.” He calmly states. “And why are you keeping up with my life anyway? Aren’t you supposed to hate my guts like you tell everybody?” The corner of his mouth tips up as he eyes you slowly. “Or are you just that obsessed with me?”

You were the one to scoff at that, shaking your head. “You’re so fucking conceited it makes me sick.”

He takes a step back and chuckles lowly. “And you’re the worst liar I’ve ever met in my life. You know why?” His voice had a new edge to it, filled with condescension.

You didn’t respond, only stared up at him with piercing eyes as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” He almost whispered, allowing his eyes to linger down to your lips and then to the deepening redness on your cheeks.

“I would never fuck you.” You spat, almost quite literally.

“Cause I’d never let you.” He quickly counters, taking another step back until there was a breathable distance between you again.

“I would never want to.”

Obviously he didn’t believe that, but you didn’t believe him either. You knew him pretty well simply because of all the time he takes out of his day to play these little tit for tat games with you, and for that reason, you knew there was some kind of motive behind his constant bantering and teasing. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t want your hands on him unless it was to strangle his throat, literally.

He eyes you again, making sure to hold that dark stare long enough to make you a little nervous. That always happened and you never really knew why. But then, he takes a step foward and closes the space between the two of you almost fully once again, and you felt your heart start to thump hard against your chest.

“Next time you lie to me, at least make it decently believable. Go practice in a mirror or something, cause I can practically read your mind right now and all I’m seeing is you wanting to get bent over and fucked until your body collapses. And I’m not opposed to a little pity fuck. If you want it that bad, I can be charitable.”

His words left you speechless staring up at him for a couple of seconds while he let his eyes linger down to your lips once more, almost as if he was debating to kiss them, but fighting against it. But then you snapped back to reality and realized who you were listening to that shit from and immediately felt the rage bubbling up inside again.

“If I ever gave you the opportunity to fuck me, it would be because my life’s being threatened and the only way to save it is to fuck the most arrogant motherfucker on the face of this earth.”

You watched yet again as his lips tipped upwards and his eyes seemed to have sparked something new within them, before he shrugged one shoulder and slid his tongue over his lips.

“That’s funny, actually, cause I remember one of your little friends telling me otherwise.” You knew exactly what he was talking about and felt yourself internally wanting to scream.

“I was so fucked up, Tyler. Like drunk off my ass. Whatever I said that night, I never meant it. Don’t let it go to your head cause I promise you the last thing I want when I get in my bed at night is you.”

“Yeah?” He challenges. “If that’s the case I wouldn’t hear you moaning my name when you’re alone in your hotel room. You know we’re on the same floor, right? My room is right next to yours. Didn’t know that, did you?”

You felt your cheeks burning, like a thousand fires were blazing beneath your skin. So yeah, maybe you’d been caught up about that but it wasn’t because you wanted Tyler. It was just that it was rather undeniable that the man would probably be mind blowing in bed. He carried himself with that cocky demeanor and that air of sexual energy around him that you just knew he would be outstanding but, that smart mouth and arrogant attitude kept you from even attempting.

“What’s the matter? Nothing to say? You’re not even gonna try to deny it?” He smirked. “You know, I was gonna pay you a little visit right after that cause I figured your fingers probably didn’t do you justice but, then I thought about it and decided it was best for everyone on our floor if I didn’t cause clearly you’re a little loud by yourself, you’d get us kicked out of the hotel if I was fucking you.”

You swallowed thickly and your eyes adverted down to the gold cross sitting over his hoodie, in an attempt to avoid those dark eyes. Tyler was surprised you had nothing to say back. Usually you always did. That’s when he realized he either took it too far and humiliated you or he just figured you out completely, calling you on this bluff that you can’t stand him.

“Why are you so silent all of the sudden?” He asks, taking a slight step closer. “I just called you out for fantasizing about me and you’re not even trying to choke me out right now. What is it, yn? Did you mean it when you imagined me being the one fucking you instead of these-“

He reached down and grabbed your hand, sliding his thumb over your fingers before you felt him cup your chin. He raised your head and your eyes locked with his.

“Did you want me to be the one making you moan my name? Cause you can admit it to me, and I can make it happen right now.” His voice was deeper, raspier, almost breathy and as much as you wanted to push back like you always did, this time, you knew it wasn’t going to happen.

You watched his adams apple bob in his throat, his eyes slightly softening before a new blaze ignited within him when you simply shook your head and said, “I want to be the one to make you moan my name, not the other way around.”

“I can’t make promises on that.” He said as you felt his hand tighten around your fingers, as if he was letting his nerves subtly get the best of him.

“I can.” You whispered, and within a split second you were pinned against the wall with his hands locking your wrists together above your head. You gasped out but it was caught by his lips landing on yours, as if he really was the one who had been desperate for this all along, like you already expected.

It was all happening so fast that you couldn’t even catch your breath but something about it had you instantly wanting more the second he pulled away and he saw that in your eyes, and being the arrogant man he is, all this did was fuel him. Start a fire that nobody would be able to put out until he was satisfied with the way he plans to absolutely ruin you.

His eyes glanced to the end of the hall before he looked back down at you. His lips were swollen and chest heaving, as if he was a caged animal dying to break free.

“We can’t do this. Not here.” You managed to breathe out, watching ideas swirl around in his mind until he thought of a specific place he’d always imagined would be good for fucking at, cause that’s just the type of shit he randomly liked to thing about.

That lead to him pulling you down the hall, feet rushed until you passed talent standing around. Neither of you wanted anyone to know what you were about to go do and everyone was under the assumption that the two of you despised each other so, needless to say you got some weird glances from eyes all around when you were spotted walking side by side, but nobody said anything.

He brought you to the showers that not many people prefer to use, because it was at the other end of the arena and there was another set of them closer to the locker rooms. In his mind those showers were installed for this specific reason. And you didn’t even know they were down there until you walked in and seen three stalls with only single curtains separating them from anyone who might walk in.

“This is risky.” You tell him the second you glance around the room. “Anyone could walk in.”

“And they’ll walk right back out.” He mutters as he wraps his arms around your lower back and pulls you into his chest, locking his lips with yours once again. All of those hesitations were immediately washed over with the way he was backing you up against the wall, his lips rhythmically moving against yours.

“Look who’s desperate now” you hummed against him when his hands moved down to your shorts, fingers hooking under the waistband before he pulled back, and yanked them down to your ankles with a smirk on his face. He came eye level with your exposed core and glanced up at you as he brought one finger to run down your folds.

“It’s still you.” He says as he collects the wetness on his digit. “You’re dripping for me right now.”

Your head fell back against the wall and you kept your eyes on the door, until you felt his fingers spread your folds, and his warm tongue immediately followed, sliding from your entrance to your clit, earning your hips to jolt towards him and a low “oh God” to slip out.

“No baby” he muttered against you. “It’s Tyler. only name you need to remember is mine, and I wanna hear you wear it out”

You felt his tongue slide up again, the warmth sending tingles through your entire body. Your mouth fell open and eyes screwed shut as you allowed it all in, and his eyes stayed trained on you with every single motion.

He brought his forearm up to pin your hips, keeping you still as he swirled and flicked his tongue over your pulsating clit, reveling in the mixed sounds filling the room. He felt your hands tangle up in his hair and tightly grasp a fitful, your body was so effortlessly reacting to him in a way he knew he’d be thinking about when it’s all over with and you two probably go back to despising one another.

He knew there wasn’t a likely chance he’d be able to do these things to you again, whether you craved it or not, so he was going to make the absolute most of it.

He tilted his head so his tongue could flick at a different angle, and judging by the way you inhaled a sharp gasp and exhaled a series of broken whimpers, he assumed you liked that.

“Knew you were gonna be a moaner” he smirks against you, his hot breath lingering against your sensitive skin. “Don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to let me do this”

You heard that, and much like him, you didn’t know how to keep your mouth shut. You attempted to recollect yourself but your words still came out as one long, drawn out moan when you looked down at him, locking eyes and said, “You just admitted how desperate you are to fuck me”

His tongue stilled and eyes narrowed, but only for a split second before he brought two fingers to your entrance and without warning, pushed them in and roughly curled them against that one sweet spot that he somehow effectively and effortlessly found.

Your eyes rolled back and head hit the wall again. “What was that, baby? You were saying something? What? That I’m desperate? Sounds like you’re the one that’s desperate right now, moaning and whimpering from just two of my fingers.”

He curled those fingers back and to, hitting that spot that kept you from being able to argue back, and he took pride in that.

“Nothing to say now, huh? You were just talking all that shit, now you can’t even speak properly. You’re to tight, so wet, you’re dripping to the floor right now and all I’ve done is touch you.”

You peered down at him, catching the view of his dark eyes watching you come undone above him. A smirk spread across his lips when he noticed your cheeks flushing, eyelids fluttering and you just couldn’t help it even if you wanted to.

His fingers skillfully pumped against you, making your whole body erupt with goosebumps covering every inch of your skin.

“Bet you’ve thought about this before. About me on my knees for you, getting a taste of this perfect little pussy while my fingers fuck into you. Bet that’s exactly what you wanted that night you were touching yourself in your hotel room, and I’m sorry baby, but I was under the impression that you couldn’t stand me. Or else I would’ve been doing this all night long.”

Just his words were making your head spin. His raspy voice and the condescending edge that you couldn’t admit you loved so much. You were on the verge of letting yourself fully succumb to him but, just as soon as that release approached, it was ripped away when he stilled his fingers and rose to his feet, keeping those digits curled against your g-spot, but not daring to do more.

You involuntarily arched off the wall and he smirked at that, but he didn’t allow anything else when he pulled those slender fingers out of you and brought that slick hand up to your throat, wrapping around it and slightly squeezing. His lips barely touched yours as he applied a little pressure, enough to make your head spin.

“I got something for that smart ass mouth.” He groaned, using one hand to push his shorts down to his thighs while the other one held that pressure on each side of your neck. “On your knees.” He demanded, and you did exactly as you were told.

You dropped to your knees, your eyes now giving his cock your full attention. You knew he’d probably be impressive but at full mass, standing tall and proud, he was massive. Or at least massive compared to anything you’d had before him.

You took his shaft with one hand and immediately felt his hand tangle up in your hair. You trailed your tongue from his shaft to the tip, swirling around it a few times just to see what he’d do, and that lead to him gripping a handful or your disheveled locks.

You cupped your lips around his tip, tasting the saltiness of the precum before you relaxed your throat and took in as much as you possibly could. He felt his tip hit the back of your throat and let a breathy groan pass through his lips, looking down as he watched his cock disappear between your puffy lips.

You held your eyes on him as you started bobbing, doing your best not to gag on his size but when he thrusted his hips forward, that was long forgotten.

“Fuck you’re pretty on your knees like that” he muttered, his brows furrowing as he kept snapping his hips.

You rotated both hands around the length that just wouldn’t fit in your throat as you continued sucking him in, letting him use your mouth and throat as he stilled you with his hand gripping your hair and thrusted faster instead.

He started panting, his heavy breaths lingering about in the air as you stared up at him, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes and there was no use trying to hold them back when he thrusted forward and knocked the back of your throat.

“Are those tears?” His voice was filled with that typical condescending edge and you wished you hated it as much as you say you do. “What’s wrong, y/n? I never took you for a crier before. Wonder if there’s some other ways I can make tears stream down that pretty face.”

You kept your mouth open as he fucked into it, unable to push your head back due to his hand still gripping a fistful of hair. You felt the tears sliding down your cheeks, new ones pushing the previous ones out every time his cock hit the back of your throat.

“God I love seeing you like this. Can’t even argue with me. Too busy getting my dick shoved down your throat.”

You watched as he pressed one hand to the wall, his upper body bending slightly over you as he started to slow the thrusts down, and a low reverberation of appreciation he would definitely deny, slipped past his lips when he felt your tongue flatten on the underside of his cock. Something he was probably going to miss when it’s all over with.

You felt his hand slowly unravel your hair and his fingers slide down your cheek until they cupped your chin. You pulled off of him with a soft pop and looked up at him. You were sure you had mascara staining your cheeks but, he liked it.

“Up” he demanded, and you rose to your feet. His eyes lingered to your swollen lips and his thumb came up to them, pressing against the pink, puffy flesh before he pulled your bottom lip down slightly.

“Still got that attitude?” He raspily whispered.

“I’ll always have this attitude.” You copped back, watching as an amused look lingered in his eye. He glanced down at your naked lower half and the wetness smearing your thighs. Then he leaned to the left and turned the shower knob, water casting down that you knew you were about to probably be under.

“You’re a mess. Should get you cleaned up.” His hands roamed from your hips up to the end of your gear, the tight top that he would deny, but he really liked when you wore. You let him slide it over your head and suddenly felt self conscious as you stood in front of him, fully naked so you grabbed the end of his hoodie and slid that over, and he stepped back to remove his shirt underneath, leaving him wearing nothing but that gold cross around his neck.

He nodded his head to the shower. “Don’t worry, I’m still gonna fuck the shit out of you.” He smirked as he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you in. You spun around the second the water casted down on you, scorching your skin until that heat was forgotten as he wrapped his arms around you and switched places, blocking most of the scolding hot drops.

“Wow, you actually did something nice for me.” You tease, feeling his thumb stroke your lower back.

“About to do a lot of nice things for you.” And then his lips were latched to your neck, his fingers found themselves intertwined in your soaked hair and all you could do was let the feeling in. The tingles on your skin mixed with the strange feeling of fire erupting through your veins and he was the cause of it all.

You sighed deeply as he walked you back, pinned again to another wall by his body pressing against yours. He was aiming to leave reddened patches over your skin and it wasn’t long before he pulled back and saw the mark he made, which would be a pretty nice sized hickey you’d have to lie to your friends about.

You stared up at him a bit breathless, and he looked down at you with lustful, impatient eyes. He had so many thoughts swirling through his head but the first thing he planned to do was make sure there was no way you wouldn’t be thinking about him every single night before you go to sleep from now on.

He reversed your places, now with his back against the shower wall that he planned to use for leverage. His hands found your hips and he lowered himself slightly, angling his hips forward so that his cock was positioned perfectly at your needy core.

His eyes caught yours just as his tip brushed over your heated skin, his hand wrapping around his shaft to keep it there as he slowly slid it around, teasing like you already expected from him.

“Not sure you can handle this, but I’ll let you try.” He smirked, and all that did was make you want to prove yourself to him so, you grabbed him in your own hand and adjusted his tip to your entrance before you angled your hips foward and pushed him in.

Right from the start he was overwhelmingly stretching you out. You could feel him taking every space between your walls and claiming it all with his size. You had to bite down on your lower lip to keep from whimpering, and he held his hips still, as much as he wanted to push in deeper, to give you time to adjust to him.

Your hands found his shoulders and his found your hips as he helped you take all of him, easing you through it until he felt his tip hit your cervix, proudly at that.

“Take your time” he whispered, and with no smart ass comment behind that remark, which was surprising.

But you, ever the sarcastic girl, shook your head and looked into his eyes, making sure he hears you when you say, “Don’t need to”

And with that, you started rocking your hips back and forth, his length stretching you to your limits with every move you made but deliciously so. It was a pain that you knew you weren’t going to be able to get enough of. Already addicting, you were fucked from this point on.

But that’s okay, because so was Tyler. He was doing his best to hide it, but the way you were gripping him so tight, sucking him right back in every time he glided out was making his head spin. He wanted more already and he knew that was going to be the case when the two of you go back to your normal after you leave the shower.

“Fuck” you breathed out, wincing when he pushed in deeper.

“Taking me better than I thought you would” be groans out of pure anticipation. He’s trying so hard not to get carried away and it’s not working out too well, because feeling your nails dig into his skin and watching your teeth sink into your lip is quickly becoming his weakness.

Your eyes peered open through the steam surrounding the two of you and you caught sight of his expression. For once he didn’t have that cocky arrogance even though his words were full of it. He looked like he’d completely succumbed to you. His eyes were focused solely on your reactions, filled with undeniable admiration even though you knew he’d never admit to that.

He kept his back pressed against the wall but his hips pushed against it, starting to go a little faster simply because he couldn’t help himself, and one of his goals was to hear you moan his name while he’s the one making you feel good.

You felt his fingertips dig into your skin, hands tightly gripping your hips as he guided your every move. You looked down to where his cock was disappearing inside of you, the feeling so intense you could hardly keep your head up.

Moans and whimpers quickly morphed into cries and whines of pure pleasure as he snapped his hips back and to, driving so deep inside of you that you could barely take it.

“That’s it baby, let me do all the work while you take my dick like a good girl. Matter of fact-“ he pulls out quickly, surprising you until he spins you around. You pressed your hands to the shower wall to keep steady and as soon as he entered you again, his fingers intertwined yours.

You arched your back and he leaned away slightly to watch as he fucked into you. Your ass jiggled each time his hips rocked into you and the look of that alone was almost too much for him, coupling that with your walls having a vice grip around him, this man was nearly done for.

Your cheek pressed against the wall, mouth couldn’t figure out how to stay shut for the first time as a list of unnatural noises came flying past your lips. And Tyler loved every single sound you made.

He folded over you, his lips finding your neck where he decided he just wanted to leave another purple patch in their place. Your head lolled to the side, letting him do whatever he wanted as he kept thrusting into you.

The sounds of your skin slapping and a mix of moans, whimpers and heavy breaths overpowered that shower water casting down on the tile but neither of you cared at that point.

He pulled off of your neck with a pop and his teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps skating down your whole body. His heavy breaths were puffed in your ear and you were quickly realizing you loved the sound of him like that, whether you liked that fact or not.

“Next time you touch yourself, this is what you need to think about” he breathily whispered, punctuating his words with harder thrusts. “And when your fingers aren’t leaving you satisfied, then you need to call me.”

Your eyes rolled back as he slammed into you. He leaned back and grabbed your hip, keeping your steady as he picked up the pace. You quickly started feeling your stomach coil, a pleasurable sensation that was taking over too rapidly to process.

“Oh my God” you cried out.

“I told you baby. Tyler. I’m the one you need to be crying out for. Only name that needs to come from those pretty little lips is mine.” He slams into you once again, now holding both of your hips as he thrusts with a speed that had you seeing flashes of white.

He grabbed a handful of your wet hair and pulled your head back, his lips coming to your ear once more.

“I don’t know what you’re gonna tell your little friends when they ask you why you’re walking funny” he mutters against your cheek, “or why there’s hickeys on your neck” he adds as he pulls out halfway, just to slam right back into you. “But I’d love to be there when you give them your bullshit explanation, and if you say any other man aside from me did that to you, I’ll fuck you right there in front of them.”

He leaned back up and gripped your hips again. “Cause baby, I’m not letting anyone take credit for the way I’m ruining you.” His fingertips grip your hips so tightly you’re sure they’ll leave red marks in their place. “And as much as you might wanna keep this our little secret, I’m just not sure you’ll be able to do that for very long. Not when I’m done with you.”

At that point you barely could comprehend him, but that was until he pulled out of you, just to spin you around. You came face to face with him again. He wanted to see what he was doing to you and needless to say, looking at how blitzed you were, he was pretty proud of himself.

He then wrapped his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. Your legs felt like noodles but you still managed to wrap them around his hips. There was a familiar sting when he pushed himself back into you but you quickly realized that you loved it, and unfortunately you were probably going to want it again after this.

He held you up as he rocked into you. The shower water had started running cold against his back but he didn’t care. He was so hyper focused on you that he didn’t even feel the ice droplets against his skin. And that man hates cold showers.

“You’re so pretty while you’re getting fucked” he huffed out. “Wish you could see yourself right now. See how fucking hot you look with my dick stuffed inside your perfect little pussy. All those marks on your neck. Fucking gorgeous just like I knew you’d be.”

Your mouth fell open but nothing but those inhuman sounds could come out. Your hands gripped his biceps and you felt his muscles stiffen beneath your touch. Your eyes fluttered to get a good glimpse of him but it was all so blurry. You were on the edge of an impending high and apparently he knew exactly what to do to bring you over.

“Next time you open your mouth to say some smart ass shit, remember my dick getting shoved down your throat, cause that’s exactly what ima do, baby. From now on, you’re gonna be a little nicer, or you’re gonna get that pretty throat ruined.”

You moaned at that for some reason you really didn’t even know, and especially when you felt his teeth scrape over your jaw, his lips peppering delicate kisses down your neck was such a stark contrast to the way he was fucking into you so roughly that your brain had completely checked out.

“I know you’re loving every second of this. I can feel it. Your pussy squeezing me so tight, can’t hardly let me pull out of you without sucking me right back in.” He rasps against your slick skin, reveling in the moans that are ripping through your lips. “You want to come on my dick so bad you’re shaking, baby. You’re practically begging for it.”

Your eyes fluttered open and caught his. His hair was slick against his skin, eyes low and rather hazy. He had sweat beads slipping down his temple and looked like the absolute picture of perfection, as much as you hated to admit it.

His lips landed on yours, taking you by surprise in that moment but you easily kissed him back. His tongue surpassed and entered your mouth, finding your own tongue as he slowed his thrusts down from hard, sharp snaps of his hips to slow, smooth and languid pushes in and out of you and for a moment it felt so intimate that you almost fought against it but, it also felt right, and you decided not to overthink that and just let it happen. You’d ignore the feelings it brings later.

His hands cradled your face as his tongue danced with yours. You felt his cock push back into you easily, yet carefully, and he held it there for a few seconds before he pulled halfway out, just to do it all over again.

He pulled his lips back and both of your eyes opened. For a moment you were both so caught up in the emotion that suddenly aroused, you both wondering why things just took such a turn but Tyler was quick to snap his hips and pick up the pace again, because like you, he didn’t want to overthink.

Caught by surprise once again, your head fell back against the shower wall his name rolled off the tip of your tongue way too easily.

“Fuck” he groaned when he heard it. “So fucking hot when you moan my name like that, angel. Fucking love it.”

“Please don’t stop Tyler, please, I’m so close I-“

“Wasn’t planning to, baby” he snaps his hips again and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He keeps you held up when he feels your body going limp, knowing your orgasm was about to rip through you and he was more than just ready for it.

Your eyes screwed shut as you held him tightly against you, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over until your entire body suddenly erupted with the warmth that you’d been aiming for, pure euphoria rolling through your veins as he rocked your through it.

“Fuck, oh my- Tyler! Fuck!” You were a babbling mess as you felt that high crash into you, along with his merciless hips. He thrusted three more times before he stilled those hips. Low grunts and groans of his morphed into the air with your higher moans and whimpers.

You were barely comprehensible at that point when you felt your feet get placed gently on the shower floor. He slid out of you but kept his face buried in the crook of your neck for a couple extra seconds, both attempting to catch your breaths.

After a minute or two, he picked his head up to look down at you. He now had tired eyes and a lazy smirk plastered on his face, but there was a lot of pride evident in those dark eyes and it immediately made your cheeks tinge red, though you tried to hide it by dropping your head.

That’s when you felt his finger curl under your chin and lift your gaze back to him. “Tell me again how you’d only let me fuck you if your life depended on it.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but do the same as you looked into his unusually soft eyes.

“I mean, I was feeling nice today. Don’t get used to it.”You shoot him a look as you step out the shower.

“You were not feeling nice today. Maybe you’re feeling nice right now, but not earlier you weren’t. You might as well just admit it, YN.” He steps out the shower and placed himself in front of you, leaning down to grab your clothes off the floor before he hands them to you.

“Admit what, Tyler?” You grabbed your clothes and gave him a cross look.

“That you just wanted me to fuck you.” He shrugs with a boyish grin, and as much as you do try to act like it annoyed you, it wasn’t so much anymore. Not as much as you wished it did, anyway.

“Why don’t you admit it?” You countered as you slipped on your shorts.

“That I wanted to fuck you?” He asks as he slips on his shorts and pops the band against his waist. “Okay, I mean, obviously. I just did, didn’t I? See I can admit things, but you never can. That’s your problem. You like to try to hide things to much.”

“Appreciate the advice, Dr. Phil, but I really don’t have anything to admit.” You crossed your arms after you slipped on your shirt. He hated that there were clothes on you again but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“Nothing?” He quirks his brow. “Nothing at all?”

You peered your eyes at him, noting how he was trying to act like he knew something he clearly didn’t. You shook your head and stepped back towards the door.

“Nope. But I need to go fix myself up before my friends see me looking like this and ask me what the fuck happened, thanks for that.” You bite out, but all he does is let his eyes linger down to those purple patches he left on your neck.

“Yeah, well, when you’re begging for more, you know where to find me.”

[k9iriz]

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡

requested.

𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴...𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵.

“who-who is it??....its...rhea ripley!” they announced as rhea unmasked herself...new hair color, new attitude, new everything.

you sat and watched it all unfold. people stared at you, knowing you’d have something to say...but you honestly didn’t.

would this mean she would start acting different towards me?

who knew? you played with the promise ring on your finger as you sat by the gorilla, waiting for your next...match. 

you sighed as you knew this time you’d be soaking in ice water, in a tub.

after rhea joined, she rained havoc on the women’s division, with the judgement day with along the man who let her join, edge. 

constantly getting put in squash matches since she turned on you, causing her to act totally different.

l she watched you get beat up by the girls every week and watched, even laughed at you for being so...weak.

“she might’ve been in character but...that’s her actual girlfriend, she should be ashamed of herself.” bianca sighed, watching rhea laugh and walk past alexa, auska and you, just eyeing you down, like you weren’t there.

that group gave her a bigger head than she should have.

but you were a face and she was a heel. so it wouldn’t make sense for her to help you.

“oh hi.” rhea walked up to me, making me mentally roll my eyes, with the judgement day.

i was personally sick of them, but something ticked inside of me to put my character on.

“what do you want ripley?” you rolled your eyes, fixing your jacket, turning towards her as you were met with four unpleased humans, laughing at you.

“wow? i thought my name was demi?” rhea faked gasped, making me look at her.

“anyways, we have a match tonight. and seeing you getting beat over the weeks made us think...why can’t you...let us, teach you a thing or two about setting your place here in the division.” rhea offered, mentally smirking at the mind games she was starting to play.

“you seem like a good additon for us, you got it all. you need to set your place and stop getting ragged around all the time...i mean. that’s if you got the strength too..ever since i dropped you.” rhea bragged, laughing at the last part.

that hurt. bad.

“look. i don’t wanna hear it rhea. im not joining your group at all, and for the millionth time, you don’t have to keep bringing that up.” you whispered the last part, you came out of character at this point. her words got personal.

before rhea could argue, rey and edge stood behind me as if they were gonna make a move, making me feel better. 

i joined them for redemption against rhea because we al had scores to settle with the judgement day.

rhea chuckled. “how about this. if i win, you’d have to join the judgement day, if you lose...you can stay with whoever your siding with. but ill win for sure.” rhea said.

you took her up on her offer.

“deal. now get out there. you talk too much.” you hushed rhea, making rey & edge follow behind.

she even played a part into me being terrorized.

pent up anger & betrayal flashed your head, and the neglect you got outside of work was ringing in your head like crazy as you walked out.

the match began as rhea stood across the ring, ready to claim her win tonight. with the judgement day on her side.

you had no advantage.

which irked you. 

rhea tossed me recklessly around the ring, yelling hurtful words as i played defense against her, getting my higher ups, but following her soonly hurting my ankle.

it was in so much pain as she attacked that spot every chance she got, making it physically impossible for me to stand on it...

but i fought through the pain.

i caught rhea yelling at the ref about the count, running over at her before hitting my finishing move, rolling her up as i got the three count, the audience was so pleased.

i felt like i actually accomplished something, not only beating my girlfriend, but the men started fighting on the outside as me and rhea rolled out, causing me to sneak as grab a kendo stick, rhea running in to low-blow edge, as they stood tall after they attacked rey and edge sucessfully.

forgetting about me.

i stood behind rhea as i had that...snap of rage inside.

staring at her with the fuel behind my eyes..i just wanted to hurt her the way she’d hurt me...

i hit rhea hard in the back, making her fall onto the ground, her back welted with the kendo stick...making me...smile.

at the pain i had caused on her.

the thoughts came back. i blacked out. i hit her so recklessly with the kendo stick...with that betrayal, anger and hurt that she had caused on me.

the judgement day didn’t even stop me. they just watched...

then i stopped, staring at the three men that stared at rhea’s aching, struggling body as they smiled.

smiled.

before damian could speak, i snatched the mic from him, before towering over my now...ex-girlfriends body.

“even if i didn’t lose...you were getting replaced anyways.” you shrugged, with the most sadistic smile on your face.

“we don’t need you anymore.” i dropped the mic before throwing it.

you did it. you turned on her. you didn’t even unite with the men. you were too far hurt to see fit.

the tables had turned and you had given her that same pain she gave to you.

but it was more personal than a tv heel turn.

you sat in the locker room, you felt happy for getting revenge but...it still didn’t feel right.

you sat with your ankle, icing it, hissing before i sobbed sliently.

your head wasn’t on straight. you felt like it wasn’t enough. rhea was mean, rude, and careless and spent time with others instead of you & it broke your heart.

you acted on revenge and wanted her to feel the pain you did...even though it was half personal between you two.

your head sunk into your lap, struggling to stand up, as the door creeked, hearing it close, and seeing someone sit next to you.

it was rhea.

“you’re so lucky i can’t move.” you mumbled, rolling your eyes before she wiped your tears that ran down your face.

she felt so bad.

it took for you to turn heel for her to understand...it was karma biting her back.

all the things she said, how she treated you so bad, you felt alone, even at work. a place where you two wanted to be together & promised it.

you felt that promise ring was a walking joke.

“even if you did, you wouldn’t hit me.” rhea chuckled lightly, as she grabbed your ankle, slowly helping you ice it.

the silence took over as i blushed lightly, feeling bad about what happened, btu seeing her actually doing something made her smile.

“i hate seeing you like this.” rhea muttered.

“im sorry. it still wouldn’t fix how i let things get to my head. i can’t blame anything but myself for letting you feel like you were alone.”

“even if i fucked up the one promise...was to marry you. i don’t blame you for wanting to throw it at me.” rhea shrugged, sniffling some tears away, all i did was listen to her. and i finally got what i wanted.

was to see her mistake. and to fix it. but with a taste of her own medicine.

“god i hate this shit.” rhea shook her head, sitting your ankle on the chair before putting the ice pack back on it as she let her thoughts take over.

“come back. im listening love.” i looked at her, as your face softened for her, as you frowned, seeing her cry.

she wasn’t the best at expressing herself, but letting the guilt over the months eat her up once again.

she had to realize it wasn’t about her.

“you don’t wanna speak to me right now, and i sure as hell can’t see you hurt. it-its painful.” rhea silently choked out, you couldn’t do anything but hug her, limping of course.

“you don’t need to explain. i listened to you. i forgive you.”

                                                            - words of betrayal.

[aero-dienamics]

Generation Loss || The Ler of the Cabin

Summary: Ranboo wakes up in a cabin with little to no memories. While he finds a way to escape, he meets a mysterious man. He decides to play the man’s game to try and win his freedom.

Word Count: 2914

TW: Swearing?? I guess

Authors Note: I spedran this fic in three days so it may be crappy but that’s probably fine!! This is basically repiping of Genloss but I sped some things up and changed some things. If this gets enough traction and people like it, it’ll be a 5 or 6 part series.

Shout out to @w1ntrr for the idea and peer review!! And @g1gglee-rxccoon, @delicatetreemagazine and @sillygolddude for peer reviewing as well because I forced y’all to <33

⚠️ This is a sfw tickle fic!! ⚠️

What is this place?

Ranboo awoke in someplace different than his bed. His whole body was sore, and he felt dizzy. He sat up, going to cover his mouth to yawn, but he noticed a big metal mask over his face. He panicked, desperately trying to pull it off with brute force. No matter how hard he yanked and tugged on the mask, it wouldn’t budge.

The place he was in felt familiar, although he couldn’t remember why. Come to think of it; he couldn’t remember much of anything. His mind felt blank… numb, even. Ranboo slowly and steadily got off the couch, deciding to take a better look at the place. It seemed to be some sort of cabin, maybe a house. All he had to work with was a TV, three doors, a bookshelf, and some… strange-looking decor. One door was locked with chains, the other by three keys. But the last door, which seemed like the front door, didn’t seem to have anything preventing his entry. So, even though it seemed futile, he opened it.

Ranboo was met with a complete change of scenery; He was suddenly at a beach. There was nothing but sand for miles, and the cabin behind him seemed to have disappeared. He picks up a handful of sand, inspecting it to see if it’s real.

“Yep. That’s sand,” Ranboo confirms before shoving the sand into his pocket. He walks back through the door, re-entering the cabin he started in. Since the front door led to nowhere, and there was no way he was opening the chained door, the door that required three keys was his answer. He noticed each lock was color-coded and assumed they all had a corresponding key.

“Guess I better find these keys, huh?” Ranboo said to himself. He spent the next 10 minutes searching each nook and cranny of the place, collecting keys until he had them all. Once he had them, he felt really pleased with himself.

“Finally, I’ve got all the—“ Ranboo’s celebration was cut short by a loud thud. He turns around to see the door he was trying so hard to open busted down with ease. A cloud of smoke flooded out the room, a demon appearing out of nowhere.

“BOO, BITCH!” The demon announces, stepping out of the mist. “Seen you’ve found my cabin!” His arrival was met with loud disembodied clapping and cheering.

Ranboo jumped at the sudden arrival, putting a hand over his heart to try and calm himself down. He turns to the man, getting a better look at him. He was wearing a black suit and tie covered in a bunch of green slime. He also had green, slimy horns and brown hair. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t human.

“The name’s Slimecicle!” The Slime demon holds out a hand for the other to shake.

“I’m Ranboo...” Ranboo glances down at Slimecicle’s hand, noticing how it’s dripping with green slime and goo. “I don’t think I wanna shake your hand.”

Slimecicle’s face formed a frown. “Why not? Is it because I’m covered in slime? What’re you, slimeist? You- you gooist or somethin’?”

“What? What does that even— look like, man. I’m just trying to get out of here.” Ranboo sighed, looking around the dingy room he was in. “I just wanna go home.”

“Oh. So ya want your freedom, eh?” Slimecicle said with a mischievous grin. He was obviously up to no good. “I think I could get you outta here. Under one condition, of course. I wanna play a game with you.”

“A game?” Ranboo questioned. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of that. He would do anything to win his freedom, and a game didn’t seem that hard to beat. But, there’s gotta be a catch. Slimecicle doesn’t seem trustworthy. “What kind of game? Are you going to cover me in slime or something?”

“Nah, I’m not gonna goop ya yet. Rude assumption, by the way. I wanna play trivia with you.” Slimecicle says with a shrug.

“Simple.. normal trivia?” Ranboo said, looking hopeful. The Slime Demon cackled mockingly. “Ohhh, Ranboo,” Slimecicle began. “For the few minutes you’ve known me, you don’t know me at all. Of course, this isn’t gonna be normal trivia!”

“Ohhh, of course, it isn’t.”

“It’s tickle trivia,” Slimecicle says like it’s the most normal thing ever.

“Excuse me?” Ranboo was hoping he had misheard the demon. He couldn’t have possibly said-

“Tickle trivia.”

“What.”

“You know, I ask you the questions, you may get tickled—“

“Ok, yeah, I’m clear on that part. But why? Why do I have to do this? How did you say that so.. so nonchalantly?”

“Well, the people I work for said I ‘couldn’t hurt you.’” Slimecicle says, rolling his eyes and looking annoyed. “Stupid rule, right?”

Ranboo shook his head. “That is the opposite of a stupid rule! I’d rather not die! But was tickling really the best alternative?”

“You seem scared, frightened even. I know I’m a scary dude, but it’s just trivia.”

“It’s not just trivia, and you know it! Who says I want to be... you know?”

“Who says you have a choice? Would you rather be gooped? Huh? Wanna be slimed? Play the trivia, Ranboo.”

He groaned. “I hate this place.”

“Don’t worry, Ranboo; you’re gonna be fine! The trivia is all about you and general knowledge! All you gotta do is remember! It’s not like you’re having trouble with your memories right now.”

The masked man stared at Slimecicle with a blank expression. Only half of his face could be seen, but his eyes said it all.

“I’m going to take your passive-aggressive silence as a sign to begin our game! Come on, guy. Step into this room.”

Ranboo reluctantly sighed and followed the slime man into the next room.

The room Ranboo stepped into immediately left him in awe. It was an entire gameshow set, with a contestant podium, an announcer podium, and a giant wheel in the center. The room had a bunch of lights and cameras; it even had a live audience of.. two people. Well, at least they looked like people.

Slimecicle was standing at the announcer's podium, holding a comically small microphone. He tapped it twice before speaking into it with a New York-style announcer voice.

“Wellllcome ghouls and gals, to Trivia!! I’m your host, Slimecicle the Slime Demon, and today we’re here with a new contestant, Ranboo. Our game is simple! He answers the questions, and we may or may not kill him. Well, we can’t ‘kill’ him, but if he somehow dies, that’s not my problem. We all know what happened to our last contestant. Poor Frank didn’t stand a chance.”

“Who the hell is Frank?”

“UNIMPORTANT! I think it’s time to start our game!! The rules are easy! Our game runs until I feel like stopping. I’ll ask Ranboo a question, and if he gets it wrong, nothing happens! But if he gets it wrong, I’ll tickle him for however long the wheel says! You ready, Ranboo?”

Ranboo whines at the idea of the game. “No.”

“GREAT! First question! HOW MANY… pickles are in this jar?” Slimecicle slams a jar of pickles down in front of Ranboo. The outside was covered in a bunch of slime.

Ranboo looks down at the pickle jar and squints at it. “Uhm… it says ‘Twelve Pickle Delights’ on the front of the jar.”

Slimecicle looks down at the jar, forgetting that there is a label. He just decides to slowly turn the jar around until the title isn’t visible. “Nuh uh, no, it doesn’t— uhm. Pickle number, what is it?”

“…twelve.”

“Fine. I’ll give that to you. One point for you.” A random loud correct buzzer rings through the room. Getting the question right raised Ranboo’s self-confidence immensely. This was going to be a walk in the park.

“Question number two.” Slimecicle started, adjusting his suit and tie. “What is.. your middle name?”

Ranboo chuckled quietly. ‘Seriously?’ He thought. That was such a simple question. Everyone knew their middle name; this would score him an easy point.

“Simple! It’s uhmmm. Uh.. huh.” Ranboo couldn’t remember. Every time he tried to bring it up, his mind went blank. “It’s on the top of my head; just give me a second.”

Slimecicle grinned smugly. “What? Don’t you know your own middle name? Talk about a sticky situation, folks.” A loud cackle from his ghouls sounded through the room. “Heh, good crowd. You’ve got three seconds to answer, Ranboo.”

“Uh, I don’t know??” Ranboo panicked, looking around the room for some idea or hint of his middle name. “Screw it, Finklebottom??”

“Ooohh, Ranboo, that is.. not right. Like, not at all right.” He sighs, looking at the other in mock disappointment. A loud incorrect buzzer sound played. “Unfortunate. For you, at least.”

“Well- what was the right answer?!” Ranboo shrugged. This was totally unfair.

“You’ll remember soon enough, but it DEFINITELY wasn’t that. My ghouls, bring him here!” Before Ranboo could protest, two “ghouls” appeared on either side of him, grabbing his arms. He yelps as the two ghouls present him to Slimecicle, ensuring Ranboo doesn’t slither away.

“Alright, Boo Boy,” The demon hissed. “You already know what’s gonna happen. Let’s spin the wheel to see how long you’re gonna get tickled for.”

Slimecicle reaches down to the wheel below him, giving it a strong spin. He and Ranboo looked to the wheel, although Slimecicle was beaming with excitement while Ranboo’s stomach filled with dread. They watch as the wheel spins around and around until… it lands.

“Damn,” Slimecicle groaned. “Only thirty seconds? That’s no fun.”

Ranboo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Ohh, thank god.”

“Do not mention that man in my cabin,” Slimecicle warned before walking over to Ranboo.

“Let me just choose a spot… eenie, meenie, minie.. fuck it!” Slimecicle decides to go for a sneak attack, latching into Ranboo’s hips and gently squeezing them. The Demon's eyes lit up in delight as the masked man squealed in surprise before falling into a fit of giggles. Ranboo tried to squirm and move away from Slimecicle’s touch, but the ghouls had a tight grip on him.

“Wow, Ranboo! Your ticklishness definitely makes up for the wheel time we got!!” Slimecicle says gleefully.

“Ahahaw jehehesus, this feheheels weird!” Ranboo felt the need to curl in on himself and protect himself, but he, unfortunately, had nowhere to go. He had just to stand there and take it, although he didn’t know if he could stand up for much longer.

“Does it feel weird because of the slime or because of the fact you're super ticklish?” The Slime Demon said with a smug grin on his face.

“Shuhut the hehehell uhUHUHAHAP!!” Ranboo’s laughter immediately spiked two octaves as Slimecicle’s hands moved to dance along Ranboo’s belly.

“Oho, I think I found a new spot!” Slimecicle says with unbridled joy. He doesn’t even consider for a second about letting Ranboo go. “This just keeps getting better and better!”

Ranboo gets so worked up to the point where he’s snorting through his giggles. His struggling becomes more desperate as his laughter keeps rising.

“EHEHEW EW, GET OHOHOFF!!”

“YEAHH, HOW’S IT FEEL TO BE SLIMED??” Slimecicle laughed along with Ranboo.

Ranboo eventually got free from the ghouls, using his new freedom to protect his body. “Hehey! The whee said thirty seheconds! You’ve gone way past that!” He protested through breathy giggles.

Slimecicle immediately retracts his hands, putting them up in surrender. “Woahhh, Jeez, you’re jumpy. But I suppose that’s fair enough.” He lets Ranboo return to his podium as he starts the next question. Ranboo rubs off the phantom tickles and the goo that was left on him.

“Let’s jump right back into it. Question three!! What is… in my pocket right now?”

Ranboo is entirely out of breath and can barely think straight, and this demon figure is asking him stupid, nonsense questions that he doesn’t know how to answer.

“What’s in your pocket? What kind of questions are these? I don’t know, man, slime?”

Slimecicle squints his eyes at him, basically looking into his soul. He stares at Ranboo with such focus and precision that it’s kind of intimidating. He walks straight up to Ranboo, leaning on the contestant podium. “Really? That’s the best answer ya got? It’s because I’m a Slime Demon, huh? I’m such a slimy boy that I have slime in my pocket? Well, let me tell you something, Ranboo. You are… absolutely right. Congrats!” A loud correct buzzer sound played again.

Slimecicle takes out a giant clump of slime and places it in Ranboo’s hand. Ranboo is absolutely disgusted. “Greattttt…” Ranboo says in disgust. “More slime… on my body. Wow.”

“Gotta love it, right?”

“I definitely have emotions about this, but I’m not sure if love is one of them.”

“Well, Ranboo, you’re two for three, and we’re on the last question. Get this question, and you’re given your freedom. Although, if you get this wrong, you’ll have to be tickled by me until the time on the wheel ends! Which may be never, but. That’s not relevant right now.” Slimecicle rubbed his hands together in anticipation, getting stuck to himself for a second.

“Hold on- ok- yep. There we go.” He says, a pop coming from his hands as he frees himself. Ranboo has to stop himself from gagging. “Alright, Boo. Final question. This one’s for alll the goo. How… did you get here?”

“How did I get here?” That question was way more loaded than it should be. Through all that’s been going on, Ranboo never got the time to stop and think about it. “How did I get here?”

“Come on, Ranboo. I need a straight answer here. You’re runnin’ out of slime! I mean slime. I mean slime. I mean—“

“It’s pointless!” Ranboo interrupts. “We’re just wasting both of our times. I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

Slimecicle smiled. “I hoped you were gonna say that.” A loud incorrect buzzer sound plays once more as Slimecicle puts his hand on the wheel. “Can’t wait to spin this again!”

Slimecicle spins the wheel once again, crossing his fingers for a high time. “Come on, big slime, big slime!!” Eventually, the wheel slows down and lands on.. three days.

Ranboo’s eyes immediately widened. “THREE DAYS? Why is that even an option?!”

“Oh, you’re gonna need like seven showers after this, pal.” Slimecicle snaps his fingers and brings over his ghouls over to Ranboo. “Looks like you’ve lost! You’re probably gonna end up like Frank after this.”

“Come on, Slimecicle! We don’t have to do this! You can just let me go, and you’ll never have to see me again!” Ranboo begins to back up slowly before trying to make a dash to the exit, but Slimecicle’s ghouls grab onto him before he can leave.

“Ranboo, Ranboo. How naïve of you.” The Slime Demon giggles deviously, putting his hands on Ranboo’s sides to make him jump.

“Please, you cAHAHAN’T!” Before Ranboo could finish his sentence, Slimecicle was already pinching and squeezing at his sides.

“Ya know, you’ve lasted longer than most trivia members! Most people got a week on their first spin!” He says without a care in the world. “I wonder if you’ll last.”

“PLEHEHEASE, LEHET GO!” Ranboo cried out through his cackles and snorts.

“No can do, buddy. You’ve still got a whole three days to go!” He laughed maniacally.

“Jesus, Ranboo, you’re all bone! You need more slime on you!” He teased, trying to tickle as much area as possible. One of Slimecicle’s hands pinched between each of Ranboo’s ribs while the other gently swirled around the rim of his belly button.

The closer Slimecicle got to Ranboo’s belly button, the more Ranboo reacted. This put a smile on Slimecicle’s face.

“I DOHOHON’T WANT MORE SLIHIME!! THIHIS IS GROSS!” Ranboo complained.

“Well, I mean,” Slimecicle shrugged. “It could get grosser.” Ranboo could practically hear the shit-eating grin Slimecicle had on his face before his finger dipped into his belly button, swirling it around quickly.

A screech ripped from Ranboo’s mouth as he squirmed around a bunch. Even though his face wasn’t visible, his ears were going red from embarrassment.

“Guess this is a really bad spot, huh?” The demon mocked. “Sucks you’re gonna have to deal with this for a while!”

“OHOHH GOD- FUHUCK THIS!!”

Ranboo really didn’t want to touch him, but he couldn’t just sit here and take this for much longer. In a panic, he gets away from the ghouls and takes out the sand from his pocket, throwing it in Slimecicle’s eyes. It takes a few seconds for the Slime demon to get his hands off of Ranboo, but eventually, he lets go of him to cover his eyes.

“OWW, MY EYES!” Slimecicle cried. “MY BEAUTIFUL EYES!!” He gets up and makes his way to the exit, his ghouls following behind him. “This fucking hurts, you know! I’m not gonna let this go! I’m coming back for you!” Slimecicle curses as he leaves the room.

Ranboo is left in the game room alone. He leans against the wall to gain his breath back. It takes him a minute, but eventually, he regains his strength and decides to follow the demon through the exit.

He sighs as he’s back in the cabin for a third time, but the demon isn’t anywhere to be found. Thank god.

“Well, that sucked.”

[trash-king18]

m pt. 5

more overprotective miguel since you all seemed to like part 3

cw: sfw, overprotective miguel, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a g*n but no violence, reader has a panic attack, more soft miguel>>>

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it’s been a few more weeks now. Miguel was busy as always and you rarely saw him outside of his next infusion. 

It was tense but for once he made no fuss and let you run all your tests after without being a pain. you almost wished he would be annoying, anything would be better than this weird post-nonprofessional silence. at the end of the week everyone was planning to go out again. you weren’t sure it was smart after last time but spider woman convinced you, and as much as you loved her you didn’t wanna be stuck with Mayday right now. 

-

parallel

- 

Peter B swings into Miguel’s office, oblivious as always 

“Hey boss”

“no.”

“oh cmon you didn’t even let me finish i barely started”

“~no~”

“annyyways the team was gonna go out ya know hit the town tomorrow night. wanted to let you know incase you wanna make an appearance.”

“and why would i do that?”

peters silent for a moment

“you know.. because she’ll be there.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about parker but i don’t have time for this now please shut up before i throw you in the go home machine ~again~”

he pauses and then continues

“well… i just thought after last time you’d want to know anyway have fun gotta go bye 

he swings off again 

mayday! honey sweety please don’t put that in your mouth.

hey! can somebody grab the kid?”

“ayúdame dios, voy a matarlo”

so help me god i will kill him

�� 

The next night you were out with the whole crew at a bar, it always got confusing because all the different peters insisted on being THE peter and everyone else had to pick a new name, but one too many fights has started over that so now you made them draw straws. 

you were relaxing, drinking a mock tail which was essentially just ice and juice but it tasted good. spider woman was dancing around the whole place with her husband and they were always a sight to see. Peter B had challenged you to a game of darts and he was losing.. terribly. most of the spider people, who were in plain clothes right now, had crowded around you and were cheering. when suddenly they all went quiet. 

you looked around trying to figure out what they were all looking at 

just in time for peter to score a double 20 causing him to cheer for himself like a loon while everyone else was silent. 

you saw him right before Peter did to which he immediate response was “Heyyy!! boss glad you could make it ya know i am losing terribly right now do you think you could sub in for me just for a round gotta call home real quick check on the missus.” 

you address peter but you keep your eyes on him. 

“No peter that’s ok i’m gonna go back to the bar, you win this one.”

you wanted a relaxing night off, and right now the tension between you was anything but relaxing. 

You push through the crowd and return to ask for another of your last drink. 

when the bartender sets it down before you can grab it a hand reaches from behind you to pick it up 

“hey!”

he holds the drink up and sniffs it. apparently satisfied which it’s lack of alcohol he sets it back down. you just glare at him. 

“what are you doing here”

“well it is a.. “company” party and i am the boss”

“it’s not a party, we’re just having fun. something you’re not very good at so if you’ll excuse me”

he grabs your arm gently but enough to keep you from walking away

“have you been drinking”

“wh-none of your business”

he makes his grip just a little bit firmer 

“answer me or i take you home right now” 

“what are you my f-“

you stop yourself. no matter what had happened between the two of you and no matter how infuriating he was you would never say those words to him. 

instead you pull your arm from his grip 

“no. i haven’t.”

and then you storm off. 

you hate how every time he’s near you you start to act like a sexually frustrated immature teenager. not that it was all on you, he returned the energy 10 fold and normally instigated it. 

Peter slides up to him after you leave. 

“Smooth dude. real smooth.”

he just looks at peter before saying “no.” and walking away 

Spider woman and her husband come up to P.B. 

he’s talking his weird middle aged dad nonsense 

“crazy kids, i sure hope they make it” 

Spider woman laughs, maybe but they’re like the opposite of fire and water. they’re like.. fire and gasoline. 

PB “nahhhh i got hope for em” 

“you keep hoping peter” 

she pats his shoulder and walks off

he follows you outside. you’re clearly stressed and the man who was out there smoking offers you a cigarette. you’re about to pass when the man looks up at something behind you and says 

“my bad uh enjoy your night” 

you whirl around and come face to face with him. 

“where are you going?” 

“away” 

“that’s not smart” 

“my masters in biochemical engineering says i’m capable of making that decision myself” 

“do you know where we are?” 

“earth 54, downtown New york” 

“but do you know your environment?” 

“i have eyes i’ll manage” 

“so you noticed that parked car down the street that’s only been running since you came out?” 

“I-“ 

“and you knew the guy who offered you a cigarette  was planning on pulling you into said car most likely to take you to some underground trafficking ring” 

you just stare at him in disbelief. 

“you know just because i don’t have spidey sense doesn’t mean i’m incapable of sensing when somethings wrong. see you spider boy might have good hearing and whatever else but i grew up as a woman on streets not much different from these. and i learned how to take care of myself long before i had any self righteous over protective douchebags to act like my personal body guard.”

he’s about to stop you but before he can you open a portal and jump back to Nueva York. You’re so riled from your latest fight with Miguel you don’t even notice the draft the terrace door being left open. When you open the door you notice the dark figure standing out there you just assume it’s him and you go out to scold him immediately. 

“Ay o’hara que dije, no quiero hablar contingo”

ay miguel what did i say, i don’t want to talk to you 

but as he turns you realized it’s not him. you don’t even bother to close your door before you grab your knife from the strap where it’s hidden under your clothes. 

it was a specialized dagger that could cut through spider webs… just in case. Lyla and spiderbyte had helped you design it. 

“now who the hell are you”

the figure doesn’t move, he stays lounging against the railing. 

“look dude i’ve had a shit day, i’m already pissed, today is not the day.”

this guy clearly got in through the inside door so you doubt he’s a spider person. so you opt for the gun holstered in the back of your belt instead. you’d carried it since you were 17 but you’d never really had to use it. 

his face stays completely shadowed, even in light so you assumed this was an escaped villain from spider-man noirs universe. as much as you felt the need to prove a point and handle this yourself, you had no idea who this was or what kind of skills you’d be up against. So you click the backup button on your watch hoping hobie or someone else responds but knowing it’d probably him following close behind you anyway. 

your best chance right now is to stall and asses the threat

“Where are you from huh?”

he finally speaks his voice is gravelly and weird 

“not here.”

“yeah? like out of town… or a different universe.”

“smart girl. you one of those spider chicks?”

“maybe”

“hmm”

you can’t see his face but you feel him appraising you. 

“so.. what is it that you need mysterious shadow person on my terrace.”

you were trying to get him to move, you knew from growing up that watching the way someone moves is a great way to get a sense for how they fight. and you wanted to get him into the light more. 

you glance at your watch 

your mistake 

never look away even for a second. when you look back up he’s standing closer, you hadn’t even seen him move. you pull your gun up getting ready for a violent encounter. 

“oh cmon now don’t do that darling”

“stay there and i won’t have to”

“hmm you’re a feisty one. that’s too bad”

it’s hard to see movement when he’s essentially a shadow in the dark but you tense and get ready to let your instincts do the work until a dark figure comes barreling through your apartment and out onto the terrace so quickly and silently you only knew he was there because you felt him. He tackles the figure but you watch it slip out of his arms and reappear on top of the railing. 

in a mocking tone he says “adios sweetheart”

then he’s slipping into the dark. Miguel gets up and rushes to you and tenderly grabs your face 

“Are you ok”

he looks genuinely scared of your answer

“i’m fine, go after him”

you push his hand off 

“not until i’m sure you’re safe”

“he wasn’t even attacking me, and right now you’re letting him get away.”

“There’s two others on him right now”

“of course there is.”

you take the clip back out of the gun. 

“since when do you have a gun”

“always”

“you keep that on you?”

“all the time.”

he gives you a weird look you’ve never seen from him before.. you realize it’s pride. 

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“nothing just realizing maybe mi cariño ~can~ take care of herself”

“O’hara i swear to god you call me that one more time i will cut your tongue off with your own teeth”

he just chuckles at you

“im beginning to believe that you could”

“wanna test that?”

before he can answer Lyla pops up on his watch 

“Spider man 784 and 613a have secured the target, placing him in an electromagnetic pod now. will have him brought to your office immediately for questioning.”

“That’s ok Lyla i’m gonna secure the building, send those two back out with a couple others to patrol the perimeter.”

“Will you be a while?”

“Id say our interrogation can wait until the morning.”

“Sure thing boss”

“surely you don’t think you’re staying here all night?” 

“i need to make sure no one else is gonna break in. Guns don’t do much against shadows.”

“can’t you do that from outside.”

“i know you’re mad at me but i’m not leaving until i know you’re safe. so your options are stay in my office all night while I work or let me stay here.”

“ni hablar. im not-“

no way 

“i won’t bother you”

“you’re not sleeping on my couch miguel”

“this way you can sleep in your own bed, and i don’t have to worry about you. besides i’m not sleeping i’m guarding.”

“so.. clearly you’ve missed the entire point of our last two conversations”

“conversation is a weird way of saying you scolding me like a boy”

“if you didn’t insist on acting like one, i wouldn’t have to”

you try to push him out of your apartment but he turns around and holds himself in the doorway. and he has the audacity to pout at you. like full on puppy dog pout, which shouldn’t work when he’s the size of a mastiff if dogs were people. 

“no.”

he just holds himself there with that look on his face 

“… no! get out”

“no vas a ganar esto”

you’re not gonna win this

you groan 

“do not. wake me up. o juro por dios que te asfixiare mientras duermes”

or i’ll suffocate you as you sleep 

you shower and get dressed in the bathroom then find him exactly as he was before pacing and brooding just this time it was on your terrace. you make tea for yourself as you always do. you glance out at him from time to time. 

you knew he was getting some weird sense of attachment to you but this overprotective macho thing was really becoming a problem. 

you take a mug out to him, as an excuse, you expect him to turn it down and he does. 

“this can’t keep happening”

“hmm?”

your voice was gentler now, not angry just tired. the shower and the tea had calmed you down after the fight and your adrenaline rush. although you still felt on edge. 

“you know what i’m talking about. i don’t know what weird animal or testosterone fueled need you’re fulfilling by acting like my sworn protector but i need it to stop. ok? please” 

“i’m just doing my job. protecting people.”

“miguel your job is to protect the spiderverse and collect anomalies. not swoop in the second something goes wrong just because we-“ 

“because we what?” 

“you know” 

“i thought you said it wasn’t anything to talk about” 

“if you don’t want to talk i’m going to bed” 

“no. that’s not what i said” 

you take a deep breath. 

“look i know what happened between us was… it was a lapse of judgment but it’s been affecting our professional relationship and now it’s interfering with my personal life. I value the opportunity that i’ve had working here with you, and i don’t intend for that to end but i need you to be honest with me about what is going on here so that we can move forward.” 

he was quiet for a long time. 

“that sounded rehearsed” is all he says 

“i’ve been trying to figure out how to word it for a while” 

“do you really think it was a lapse of judgement” 

“was it not?” 

“no uhm i mean you’re right” 

“if you disagree you can say so” 

his tone suddenly takes on frustration 

“and why would i tell the truth when you’re still lying” 

“i’m not” 

“you do realize i can hear your heartbeat changing, smell the sweat form on your skin when you lie.” 

“i’m calling your bluff spider boy”

he bristles as you call him that 

“yeah? then how is it ~cariño~that i know you don’t entirely hate it when when i call you that,”

he steps closer 

“i knew you were lying when you said you didn’t want me to stay,”

steps closer again 

“and that you don’t think it was just a mistake.”

and then he closes the gap between you 

“so i’ll ask you again mi cariño, was it ~just~ a mistake”

you look up at him defiantly 

“i’m going to bed” 

he couldn’t tell if you were lying if you didn’t answer. 

when you finally shut your bedroom door behind you you could finally breath. 

he worked you up so easily every time he was near you. 

it had been like this from the beginning. you two were constantly bickering, switching between english and spanish constantly. He was so sassy, even with the kids, sometimes you had to hide your smile or else you might have to admit that you found it slightly funny. and it was the first time you had truly found a match for your attitude. to be honest it reminded you of home. your sister in law knew enough spanish from growing up together but she wasn’t fluent and ever since Pedro had.. 

well it just wasn’t the same. 

although you definitely didn’t think of Miguel like a brother. you weren’t sure exactly how you felt about him. 

you tried to steady your breathing, but this time it was steadily getting worse. the memories of your brother, the events of earlier, and the way miguel keeps managing to get under your skin was finally getting to you. you had felt another episode coming on for a while now but you had managed to keep it at bay. 

“shit, shit. not right now please not right now”

you pressed your back to the door and held your hands on your chest trying to slow your breathing but the thoughts were racing through your head and the world was starting to tilt and spin at the same time. 

you try and walk over to the nightstand to find your rescue medication you have for when this happens. you stumble over, tears are starting to form in your eyes which only makes it harder on top of the dizziness. you just desperately try to keep your breathing quiet even as you hyperventilate. 

at this point of course, he’s inside the living room by your bedroom door listening. 

you can barely walk and you end up crawling over to the side of the bed. you fumble to pull the drawer open and you start to panic more when you don’t find it, you dig through frantically but it’s not there. 

you left it in the medicine cabinet, in the bathroom. 

you sit back into the floor fully hyperventilating now, everything’s spinning out of focus. your hiccuped sobs come in between the breaths that you struggle to take. 

you don’t notice him push the door open at first. 

“y/n? 

hey hey y/n what happened”

he comes up to you and kneels next to you 

“can- can i help?”

you’re barely responsive, you don’t even move. 

he reaches out where you can see and when you don’t move away from his hand he gingerly places it on your arm. he takes that as a sign that he can touch you. 

if you could think straight it probably would’ve surprised you what happened next but you felt like you were dying. 

he sits down on the ground and gently pulls you between his legs into his arms with you back pressed flush against his chest and wraps his arms around you tightly. 

“estas bien, te tengo, te tengo, estas bien”

you’re ok, i’ve got you, i’ve got you, you’re ok

you’re trembling and still struggling to breath but he keeps the pressure while he starts to slowly rock you. 

he begins singing. a spanish lullaby 

you can’t even tell what he’s saying at first but slowly your breath starts to steady and you stop shaking as much. you recognize the song from when you were a kid, it’s one you sang to your nephews when they were little 

he doesn’t stop singing until your breathing is starting to slow 

“muy buena, inhalar y exhalar.”

very good, inhale and exhale 

he holds you like that just breathing in and out with you. 

you eyes are shut tight, you’re not ready to move or face him. 

he doesn’t seem ready to let go either. so you allow yourself to stay like that. 

he finally whispers your name. softer more gentle than you’d ever heard it. no underlying frustration or superiority 

you don’t answer at first so he says it again 

“hmm?”

“puedes abrir tus ojos para mi?”

can you open your eyes for me? 

you shake your head slightly 

“ok. puedas hablar?”

can you talk 

you shake your head again. not yet you think to yourself, not yet. 

“ok ok, Me levantaré y te pondré en la cama, ¿está bien?”

i’m gonna get up and put you in bed okay? 

he shifts to start to be able to pick you up, but you grab his arm tightly. 

“hey hey hey se acabo, estas bien”

it’s over, you’re okay

you know you’re okay now but you don’t want to let go yet. as much as you want to ignore that it’s him the pressure helped. you lessen your grip and he starts to stand you up and slowly walk you over to the bed. 

“Quieres agua?”

do you want water? 

you nod. he leaves and fills up a glass then quickly returns with the water. he holds it to your face even after you took it from him because your hands are still unsteady. he takes it back and places on the nightstand. he’s crouched beside you with his other hand rubbing the small of your back. it was small but reassuring. 

“vamos, deberías acostarte.. yeah?”

cmon, you should lay down 

you nod again. 

he supports your head as you lay back. unnecessary but you don’t mind it right now. 

he pulls the covers from under you so he can pull them over you. 

you still haven’t made eye contact with him this whole time. 

he doesn’t want to push you but he keeps trying to search your eyes to see if you’re okay. you can feel it. you still don’t look at him but you finally speak. 

you voice still comes out slightly shaky. 

“medicine cabinet. top left.”

it takes him a second but he finally gets it he disappears for a moment and then comes back into the room with a bottle of pills. you didn’t necessarily want him to know about them but you needed one and you doubted he’d let you get up if you wanted to. 

He walks over and looks at you slightly puzzled, slightly concerned. He opened the valium, he could see it was prescribed but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t worry what was so bad you needed prescribed rescue medication. 

he put one tablet in his hand and grabbed the glass of water. you sat yourself up enough to take the pill before lying back down all while refusing to look at him. you close your eyes again all that’s left is to wait for it to hit. 

“i’ll be back in to check on you, just uhm.. si me necesitas, estoy aquí. solo descansa ahora.”

if you need me i’m right here, just rest now. 

he hovers for a second before pulling back to slip out but leaving the door slightly ajar. 

you fall asleep for you don’t know how long but when you wake up it’s still dark. you can tell he’s next to you kneeling beside the bed. you don’t move, you’re still too embarrassed to face him. 

your turned away but he gently brushed your cheek with the back of his finger. 

he whispers to you, assuming you’re asleep

“mi pobre cariño, que sucedió”

my poor darling, what happened

your brain was still hazy and all your senses were dampened by the medication. but the gentle touch was enough to make you stir 

he moved to sit on the edge of the bed 

hey lo siento, solo te estaba revisando

sorry i was just checking on you

you look away again by adjusting 

“mm”

he reaches out to grab your shoulder gently. 

“como te sientas? necesitas algo?”

how are you? do you need anything? 

you don’t answer 

you’re half asleep snd still so mellowed out your barely even paying attention to what you say. 

“hey necesitas algo?”

you whisper 

“miguel”

estoy aquí, que necesitas 

“im here what do you need”

you just mutter his name again 

“Miguel”

your hand moves up onto his hand on your shoulder 

he let’s go of your shoulder to hold your hand in his 

you don’t remember exactly how he ends up laying on the other side of your bed, still in his suit above the covers of course, but you do remember him gently rubbing your back as he softly muttered the same lullaby to you until you fell back asleep. 

“arruru mi niña 

arruru mi amor 

arruru pedazo de mi corazón 

este niña lindo que nació de día 

quiere que lo lleven a la dulcería”

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[heathersproship]

guys i dont mean to hate or anything i really don't, so i'm sorry if it sounds like that. i'm just a little confused, though. i really just wanna see proshipping from your perspective since i'm very confused and i wanna see it from all perspective. also i'm really sorry if this seems rude i swear i'm not trying to be i just wanna understand 😭

You’re good, no worries!

Proship is being decent to your fellow fans. It’s recognizing we all have different tastes, and understanding that those different tastes don’t mean one of us is automatically wrong. There’s no “right or wrong” when it’s a matter of opinion because opinions are not facts.

Here’s an analogy I hope will help.

Think of fandom like a party. Parties are fun. You come here to have fun.

Now think of fiction as the food you find at the party (since we consume it). To really narrow it down, let’s use pizza.

There’s the classic cheese pizza (genfic), pepperoni (fluff), olives (angst), olives and pepperoni combo (hurt/comfort), sausage (smut), and pineapple (darkfic) to name just a few. They’re all side by side at the table, and each one is in its own big pizza box labeled with large letters so you know exactly what you’re getting from which box. CHEESE sits on one end of the row, PINEAPPLE sits on the other. None of them are touching each other.

Let’s say you really like cheese. You’ll eat all the cheese pizza you can get your hands on, but you hate pineapple. You think it’s the most disgusting thing in the world, and you wouldn’t eat it for $1mil. In fact, you wouldn’t eat it if it was the very last morsel of food on earth and you were starving.

You arrive at the party and make your way to the table, ready to chow down on some quality food. But on your way to your beloved cheese pizza, your precious, you pass by the icky and dreaded pineapple pizza.

What would you do?

A) ignore the pineapple pizza, take your cheese pizza and walk away from the table

B) warn other people not to take the pineapple pizza because “it’s disgusting!”

C) make a scene about it, screaming “OH EWWWWWWWWWW WHO PUT THAT GARBAGE ON THE TABLE WHERE THE FOOD IS?? YUCK! GROSS! THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE!”

If you answered A, that’s what being proship is. Proship isn’t blindly approving of everything at the table just because it’s there for you to consume—it’s supporting the right for everything to be there even if it doesn’t do anything for you. (ex. I like incest, but I don’t care for smut, and if I happen to see that my bestie is reading smut while sitting right next to me, then I hope she’s enjoying herself!) It’s labeling the pizzas so people can take what they want and avoid what they don’t want. You understand that there are other people at the party, and not everything there is exclusively for you, and that’s okay. That’s great, actually, because you can eat cheese with party friends who also like cheese, and for those friends who don’t like cheese, guess what? More cheese for you! No one feels bad, it’s a win-win all around! Party on!

If you answered B, that’s less okay. While your intentions may be good, it’s ultimately not your call whether others will find the pineapple as disgusting as you do. While you could be saving someone from a potentially horrible and traumatizing experience, you could also be depriving them of a really good one. It’s up to them to decide whether they like it or not, not you. Things are a little awkward, but still salvageable.

If you answered C, you’re an anti. You make the party a lot less fun with your outburst, and now people are afraid to go near the pizza for fear of taking the “wrong” one (even though there’s no wrong answer—never has been and never will be). You think everyone who likes, much less actively chooses to consume, pineapple pizza has something deeply wrong with their brain, and if you find out a disgusting pineapple-lover so much as breathes in your direction, you’re going to personally kick them out yourself because people who eat the literal garbage that is pineapple belong outside like the disease-ridden RATS they are, not inside at parties where they could poison everyone—especially the young, vulnerable, impressionable CHILDREN—with their RABIES. And while you’re busy moralizing over pizza, making it your business what other people put in their mouths, the other party-goers are feeling bad about themselves for the crime of... simply having a different preference to yours. They can’t help what they like or dislike any more than you can. They’re not rats, and they definitely don’t have rabies. They’re not going to infect you or the (literal or figurative) children with rabies they don’t have. Some of the pineapple pizza lovers might be children, are they condemned too? Or have they simply become “lost” and you’ll “fix” them to like the “right” things? Oh, but it doesn’t stop there. Once the pineapple is gone, then sausage is the Bad Pizza, and then olives (oli&pep combo is on thin ice), until there’s only one or two “safe” options to pick from, and if the party-goers don’t like them, they’re just as bad as the pineapple-lovers, and the sausage-lovers, and the olive-lovers. Filthy vermin, all of them! Banished! Begone! And when that party has died down, you’ll find another party to go to and do it all over again! Sounds exhausting, and I don’t recommend.

...this kind of got away from me but I hope it gives you something to chew on! Let me know if I need to be clearer! I tried to make this as short as possible!

[tetradynasty]

This little bit right here is one of my favorites in all of UU, and it makes me sad because everyone else just seems to gloss over it.

Sure, forced child support feng is pretty funny, but everyone ignores the whole, “Baby Shen swore to kill himself if Feng didn’t save his sister too.”

Shen is such a great character because he is, in professional terms, kinda fucked up. And it’s an excellent continuation from the last loop where we see, no, Feng didn’t cause him to be fucked up. He definitely did some damage, but there was something wrong (affectionate) with the boy from the start.

Cause just imagine how it plays out.

Feng is trundling along, getting in fights and winning handily, just doing asshole things, when he comes across a tiny boy named Shen who just got his ass beat in a martial arts tournament. Something clicks. This is the kid Fuuko told him about. If he teaches this kid, then he can fight Fuuko again. He can finally live his dream.

So he marches right up to the kid, says “You’re coming with me.”, throws him over his shoulder, and fucking takes off. This kid is yelling, screaming at Feng to put him down, Feng ignores the kid since he’s an asshole, and they eventually arrive at Feng’s house.

Feng drops the kid, and he immediately tries to attack Feng. Feng just brushes it off with a laugh and slaps him down, cause he’s an asshole. Rejoice, he tells the kid, because I am going to train you to become the strongest in the world.

The kid tells him to shove it up his ass. He’s going back to his sister.

Feng’s kinda dumbfounded. He didn’t even conceive of the idea that kidnapping this random kid and trying to train him wouldn’t work out well.

The kid says, fuck you, fuck your training, and fuck the horse you rode in on, my sister needs me.

So of course, Feng gets angry at this point.

He’s looming over the kid, a pure wall of muscle and bad intentions. He says, you are not leaving. You will shut up, do as I say, and you will enjoy it.

The kid attacks him again, and Feng’s a little impressed. Still a terrible idea, of course. Feng puts him down with a single punch. Cause he’s an asshole.

Why, the kid asks. Why me?

I made a promise. Feng replies, seeing no reason to lie. I swore to a woman named Fuuko Izumo that I would raise you. In return, she will fulfil my greatest wish.

The kid’s on the ground, leaking blood. He’s covered in bruises and cuts, he’s wheezing, and in no shape to do anything.

Okay, he says. I’ll let you raise me. But here’s my condition. You have to raise my sister too.

Feng doesn’t bother to laugh. No, he replies. Because he’s an asshole, and why would he want to raise a second brat on top of this one?

The kid looks Feng in the eyes, and he’s startled by what he sees. He sees eyes a lot like his own. The eyes of the dragon.

“If you don’t raise my sister, then I’ll kill myself.”

Feng blinks.

I’ll do it when you’re not looking. Or in the middle of the night. I’ll throw myself off a cliff. You think this woman of yours is gonna be happy if she comes back to find my dead body?, the kid taunts him.

Feng’s taken aback and it shows on his face.

You’re bluffing, he tells the boy.

You wanna find out? the boy shoots back.

Feng is an asshole. He can beat this kid black and blue. Keep an eye on him at all times. Scare the kid into staying alive.

Or he can go get the sister.

And in the end, begrudgingly and complaining the whole time, he makes the right decision. And in the back of his mind he wonders, is this what Fuuko meant?

Is this what it means to care for others, with an unwavering heart?

[cybercloudpunk53737]

I loved the last ask and I was wondering if you could do Dom and Rhea with a s/o who always cheers lem on like the loudest in the crowd -🍄

That’s so adorable 😭

Rhea’s ego skyrocketed when you start screaming her name 😭

Dom loves it! but you distract him 😜

When/ if Dom and Rhea win, they will run up to you and hug you 😚

They love how worried you get when they get injured, they find it adorable 😍

I have a feeling that Dom would literally pick you up over the barricade just to hug you and spin you around 😭😚

Rhea laughs every time she hears you screaming 😭

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RHEA!! DOM!!!” You were shouting like it was the end of the world and Rhea found it funny, but she needed to pay attention, she needed to win for her love bug. Dom was getting distracted so Rhea had to smack him across the back of his head just to get him in line. They won and Dom ran over to you and picked you up, spinning you around while Rhea made her way towards you two. “(Y/N)!!!!! Did you see that?? Did you? Are you proud? We won for you!” Dom smiled at you and put you down. Rhea walked over to you and hugged you, kissing your forehead while Dom was dancing to the theme song.

When you got home, Rhea was making dinner while Dom was taking a shower. You were wrapped up in a blanket while watching your favorite movie. Dom got out of the shower and sat down, “babe, could you come over here? I wanna cuddle!” He looked at you with pleading eyes “Dom, I just got comfy, either you come over here or you don’t get cuddles.” He immediately jumped onto your stomach while holding your hand. “Your so warm!” You rolled your eyes at him and smiled. “Foods done!” Rhea shouted from the kitchen, Dom grumbled about just getting comfy while you shoved him off you. Once you were in the kitchen, Dom started telling Rhea about timing and how that wasn’t the best time, Rhea rolled her eyes and looked at you with a smile “come here babe, I haven’t had my hug yet.” She held her arms out for you, you ran into them and giggled, happy to be home, you sat down and started eating.

I really hope you like this one!!!!!! I started this this morning, but I had to go to school so I finished this in the bus lol

[bassettmemes]

YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME. XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL. ↳ a collection of sentences from the Gossip Girl (2007) series.

"I'm not a stop along the way. I'm a destination."

“Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”

“If you’re going to be sad, you might as well be sad in Paris.”

“Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they settle for catfish.”

“Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop.”

“We’re sisters. You’re my family. What is you is me. There’s nothing you could ever say that would make me let go.”

“You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the crazy bitch around here.”

“Here’s my advice. Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas.”

“Don’t go all Notebook on me. Not now. I need you.”

“I have an idea for you: quit. Your boss is a bitch. Let’s go to lunch.”

“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.”

“We’re not servants to our emotions. We can control them, suppress them, stomp them out like bugs.”

“You need to be cold to be a queen.”

“Don’t let people tell you who you are. You tell them.”

“I didn’t come back for you.”

“I’ll just stay home, eat lots of gelato, and write about how true love is nothing but a myth.”

“I’d ask you how you are, but I don’t really care.”

“You know my mom: If it’s not broke, break it.”

“There’s something vibrating in your pocket, and I really hope it’s your phone.”

“I hate that stupid headband.”

“I remember everything you’ve read to me. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t really let go of things so easily.”

“I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself.”

“Earn the spotlight on your own merits. You’ll feel better.”

“Even if it’s the biggest kamikaze disaster of my life, it’s my disaster.”

“You are no one until you’re talked about.”

“When Prince Charming found Cinderella’s slipper, they didn’t accuse him of having a foot fetish.”

“I don’t read Gossip Girl. That’s for chicks.”

“So, actually, I’ll be living out my nightmare. Trapped in the city with only you to talk to.”

“She doesn’t know me. Nobody knows me. It’s cool. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, well, your fashion emergency was solved so I figured my work was done.”

“You can’t fight against who you are.”

“You gonna strangle him with your scarf?”

“You don’t just give up because things are hard.”

“You know it’s love when you start talking like an assassin.”

“I just want to be the person you can bring anything to.”

“Affairs with married people, threesomes — it just so happens everyone’s problems are within my area of expertise.”

“I just don’t get it. I organized everything the way she likes it. I mean, I even made sure my bowtie matched her dress.”

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with keeping your options open. I don’t think your parents are going to be mad at you for choosing your own path. Unless… they’re related to my parents.”

“Some might call this a fustercluck. But on the Upper East Side, we call it Sunday afternoon.”

“There’s a weak link in every chain, and it’s just a matter of time before this one snaps.”

“One thing about being on the top of the world? It gives you a long, long way to fall.”

“So we should just be anonymous losers who eat lunch alone and never get invited to parties?”

“Well, keep dreaming. Maybe one day she’ll actually know your name.”

“The sound of your own voice annoying you?”

“Even you should know that jealousy clashes with L.L. Bean pants!”

“I came to tell you in person. You win.”

“The only human contact that you don’t pay for is the people in this house.” 

“That’s not fair. Everyone’s topless on Valentino’s yacht.”

“You know you really put yourself on the radar tonight. Better not make that mistake again or you’ll pay for real.”

 “Don’t look now, but those are the JV mean girls.”

“He gave six girls from Nightingale gonorrhea of the throat last year.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it if it weren’t for your smear campaign against me.”

“If we wanted to have sex, we’d just go to a hotel.”

“You’ve come to my rescue enough times, let me help you for once.”

“I don’t need a guy to make me feel fulfilled, especially when he’s unavailable.”

[greazyfloz]

MISS GIRL YOU HAVE BECOME MY FAV ACCOUNT OMG!!!

Unfortunately I have fallen under Michael Bunting’s spell so can I request something angsty “you win, I’m done” with him ?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Hope you have a great day/evening <3

OMG I'M LITERALLY IN LOVEEEE WITH BUNTS!!!

Angst: 26. "You win, I'm done with this" w/ Michael Bunting

Two Years

Michael and I met when I first moved to Toronto a little over two years ago. It was almost like love at first sight because we Started dating around a month or two later. One thing about Michael, as he gets heated very easily on the ice, luckily, I have never experienced this. Michael firsthand.

Today was our two year anniversary and I already know that Michael forgot. I don’t know how he could’ve forgotten since last week. He told me that he was going to take me to the nicest places in Toronto for dinner after his game.

All day he said nothing to me about our anniversary, and I was going to hold off on saying it first. As he made his way to the door, I followed him, and he turned to press a kiss on my lips.

“Okay, bye babe. Love ya“ he says, as he gets to shut the door.

“bye Mikey, and oh yeah, happy anniversary to you too” I tell him that he stops from closing the door and re-opened it

“oh my God” he says, seeing I wasn’t amused, “fuck”

“it’s fine. See you after the game“ I say to him. He pulls out his phone to check the time.

“fuck, I’m already late” he says under his breath, “I’ll make it up to you I promise”

Even leave, shutting the door behind him, and I make my way up to our room. I open the closet and grab my leather pants and a white leafs jersey with his last name and number on the back.

After I’m ready to go to the kitchen and heat up something quick before receiving a text from Steph saying she was here. I take a couple of bites before realizing I wasn’t very hungry, then throwing it out and making my way out to her car.

“hellooooo” she says, excited to see me

“Hey” I say back trying to sound as excited

“wait, what’s wrong? you look sad”

She pulls out of our driveway and begins driving into the city.

“no reason to be sad, it’s Mike and I’s two year” I say, then look at the window as I hear Steph gasp

“he did not forget”

“he did”

“oh, my god no way. What an ass”

“oh, but he said he’ll make it up to me” I say, looking back at her as we drive through the busy streets of Toronto, “I really don’t wanna go to the game tonight”

“I don’t blame you” she says she turns into the parking garage.

We made our way into our seats with the rest of the wags. Steph was telling everybody that Michael forgot about her anniversary just out of the conversation we were having.

As the game went on, I noticed Michael was not having it. The team was losing and they were currently playing the Oilers who are typically a pretty tough team. I usually hold my breath whenever he plays the more rough teams because I know one day he’s gonna do something so stupid and possibly get himself hurt.

“I seriously cannot watch this“ I say to Gio’s wife and she giggles a little

“oh, I thought you’d be used to it by now“ she laughs

“how could I get used to that?“ I say, in a silly tone as a couple of the other wags laugh along.

Then his neck shift came. And I knew something bad was gonna happen when Kane was trying to get physical with Auston in front of the net. I watched my boyfriend skate around all the other players in front of him to jump on the player, taking them both to the ground.

“oh, boy“ I say, as I stand to try and get a better look across the ice.

I watch my boyfriend, get up from the ice after the refs pull him and Kane away from each other. I shake my head as I sit back down in my seat as he was put in the box.

When the next period came along, the game became more physical for all players. He really stood out as being the angriest player on the ice as I watch him, have a meltdown mouthing off of the other players.

The game ends, and some of the wags already go down. I said with Steph and Johnny’s wife and kids before we made our way down to ice level.

When we go down there, Michael and Mitch were already out chatting with some of the other players and their wives as he waited for me. When they noticed us, Mitch went right up to Steph giving her a hug and I walked over to Michael.

He wrapped his arms around me, but only quickly giving me a hug before pulling away. “oh, so now you can’t even act like I’m a good boyfriend?” he says quietly to me as he pulled away.

“what?” I ask and he ignores as he looks back up with the group.

“all right guys. We gotta head out now“ he says turning around and I follow him as we walk towards his car. He doesn’t say a word to me the whole way there. I’m thinking it must be because of the game and he’s taking it out on me which isn’t like him.

“Jesus y/n. I forgot our anniversary I know I’m sorry. but why the fuck are you going around telling everybody?” he says looking at me as soon as we shut our doors to his car, ” I told you I’d make up for it”

“I told Steph. And then she brought it up in a conversation we were having with the rest of the wives. So go fight with Steph about it” I say, rolling my eyes at him

“No! I wanna fight with you about it!” He yells at me

I laughed dryly before looking back at him, “just drive“ I say to Michael and he angrily throws the car into drive, stepping on the gas and speeding home.

We make it home, and I walk into the house, slamming the door behind me. I hear Michael re-open the door and enter.

“what the fuck?!” he yells out, and I turn around and open my mouth to say something back, but he beats me to it, “I forget a fucking anniversary, and you start acting like a psycho?! Seriously what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he yells at me and I feel the tears begin to form in my eyes. I lift my hand up to brush underneath.

“oh, for fucks sake’s you’re not actually gonna cry?!” he continues yelling

“yeah, I am” I yell back

“holy fuck, grow the fuck up and stop acting like a two-year-old! Are you still mad that I forgot about a stupid anniversary?! Huh?” he yells even louder than before making me shake a little before the tears really start streaming down my face, “stop fucking crying! I don’t know what game you’re fucking playing but I don’t wanna play“

“you win, I’m done with this” I say, quietly before, turning and locking myself in our bedroom. I walk over to the closet and grab a bag to put a few things in to last me until he goes on the road again. I hear him banging on the door, followed by a couple curse words.

As I get closer to the door I can make out what he saying better.

“what do you mean you’re fucking done with this?“ I hear him on the other side of the door. Fear takes over my body as I reach for the door handle and decide not to turn it. I take a couple steps back and just look at the door.

“open. The door.” I hear him say again as the door knob twists, “I just wanna fucking talk. We’re not over Because I forgot about our anniversary.“

With that, I open the door quickly, and he looks at me and he opens his mouth probably to yell at me, but I beat him to it this time, “no, we’re over because you’re acting fucking crazy”

“how the fuck am I acting crazy you’re the one breaking up with me because I forgot an anniversary“

“do you even realize anything you’re saying?” I say, finally brushing past him as I make my way to the door.

“Wait, you’re actually leaving?” he says, as he finally sees the bag under my arm

“yes Michael, goodbye”

[dawnisatotalqueen]

SOUR BERRIES // LOVE GROWS

title: love grows :: chapter two

characters: haikyuu various x reader

notes: profanity, tsuk*shima (jokes kind of), sugawara being an angel 😍, hinata being a qt, and bestie iwa ofc

summary: after some chaos ensues where hinata and kageyama get kicked out of the gym, the boys come up with the idea for a 3v3 to settle if kageyama can be the setter. of course, you get roped into it, and you're now joining them for 5 am practice.

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Kageyama and Hinata did not get along. That is exactly what resulted in the two of them getting kicked out of the gym. You stuttered, looking between the three older boys.

You didn’t know them. You only knew the two boys who were now kicked out until they could get along.

You heard Hinata and Kageyama plead with the captain who’s name you learned to be Daichi, though he was determined in his stance that the two needed to work together.

The grey haired boy, Sugawara, told you that you could watch practice for today, then the next day you could go over what you needed to do for manager duties with Kiyoko, the other manager.

You were kind of dazed, honestly. The next thing you knew, Kageyama was challenging Daichi to a 2v2, which he turned into a 3v3 with two other first years that would be joining the team. The penalty if they didn’t win? Kageyama wouldn’t be the setter.

After Daichi put Tanaka on the two boys’ team, he had the idea to meet up and practice, which is exactly why you found yourself standing at the entrance to the school, half asleep at 5 AM.

You weren’t technically supposed to be there, but after exchanging numbers with Hinata, he mentioned it to you, and you both decided joining could be fun.

Your brain was starting to regret that.

Well, that was until you heard a now familiar voice cheer your name. You looked around, spotting Hinata and grinning. “Morning!”

He smiled brightly. “Good morning! How’d you sleep?” The two of you turned, heading onto the school grounds.

“Pretty good! I fell asleep on a call with my best friend.” You hummed, remembering how you had talked Iwaizumi’s ear off about your first day and all the new people you had met.

“Ooo. Do they go here?” Hinata tilted his head.

“Ah, no, he goes to Seijoh!”

“Wait, really?!” Hinata gasped a little. “That’s where Kageyama was supposed to go too, right? It’s one of the best schools in the prefecture?”

“Mhm! I was pretty surprised to see him here. We’ve actually been in school together for a while!”

“Really?” He grimaced. “I don’t even wanna imagine what that’d be like..”

You giggled a little. “You know, if you wanna win this thing you’re gonna have to learn how to tolerate him.” You grinned. “I get that he’s kind of an ass, but he’s not that bad, I promise. He’s kind of awkward, actually.”

“Well, he seems pretty mean to me.” Hinata huffed, putting his hands on his hips dramatically. “I met him last year during a volleyball game. I swore to beat him, but.. Here we are. On the same team. And I have to work with him!” He groaned, and you snickered, the both of you arriving in front of the gym and spotting Kageyama.

“Yo!” You called out, waving at him.

Kageyama looked over, narrowing his eyes at you. “What is she doing here?”

“She’s here to practice. Duh.” Hinata walked up to the doors, pulling on them only to realize they were locked. “Should’ve seen that coming. It’s locked.”

“Okay, let’s go through the window.” Kageyama shrugged, and Hinata turned to him, gawking.

“Are you crazy?! We’d end up getting expelled!”

You heard a yawn behind you, turning around and seeing Tanaka. “Five AM is too early..” He had his hands in his pockets, trying to keep warm.

“Tanaka?” Hinata blinked, looking at the older boy.

“You got two hours! And then, beat it.” Tanaka grinned, spinning the keys to the gym in his hands.

You gasped. “Woah! Cool, dude!”

“You’re awesome!!” Hinata cheered.

“Thank you!” Kageyama spoke, though didn’t show nearly as much visible enthusiasm as Hinata.

“Aha! Yeah, who’s your hero first years?! Call me Sir Tanaka!”

“Sir Tanaka!!” Kageyama and Hinata yelled at the same time, and you cringed.

“That’s a little far.” You eyed Tanaka, and he looked at you.

“Want my help or not?”

You let out a little grumble and sigh. “Sir Tanaka..”

“Alllright!” Tanaka grinned, walking up to the door and unlocking it.

He clicked on the lights, the entire gym brightening, and Hinata gasped. “WOWW!”

“You were just in here yesterday.” Tanaka blinked.

You snickered. “I’ll grab some volleyballs!” You went over to the supply closet, grabbing some, and when you came back out, Sugawara was there.

“Oh– Hey–” You blinked.

Sugawara looked over, smiling softly at you. Tanaka huffed, clearing his throat. “Suga figured out what was going on, so he’s here to help.”

“Oh! Cool! Okay!” You grinned.

..

It had been a while of practicing, and you sat up on the stage while Hinata practiced his receives with Suga. Hinata didn’t seem to be paying attention completely.

“So, like, have you been on the team since you started going here? Oo, and what position do you play?” You tilted your head at Suga.

He hummed. “Yeah! And I’m the team’s setter.”

“Ooo..” You hissed a little. “Nervous about Kageyama taking your position?”

“No, not really.” He shrugged before pausing and blushing. “Ah, sorry, that came out kind of arrogant. I just mean that if he earns it, he earns it. No hard feelings.”

You stared at him for a second. Was he a gift from God? “Marry me.”

Sugawara stuttered, blinking before a heat crept up his neck. “What?”

“Nothing.” You whistled, leaning back on your hands and acting as if you didn't say a thing.

Before you could be questioned, Hinata started bugging Kageyama about setting for him after he had set for Tanaka.

You felt bad for him, honestly. Kageyama had always seemed a little awkward, but he was downright mean to Hinata. It was hard to have too much hatred for him on Hinata's behalf since you had known him for so long, though.

The next guy you met, you couldn't say the same for, though.

..

The next guy you met you couldn't say the same for though. You had briefly met the other two first years during practice, but you didn’t talk to them much since you were mostly shadowing Kiyoko to see what you’d need to do.

You had managed to get Daichi to let you leave a little early with the excuse that you were walking home and since it was dark you wanted to get an early start, but really you had made your way out to where Kageyama and Hinata were practicing. Hinata was still working on his receives, and you were almost certain he was about to catch this one when a hand stuck out above him, catching the ball.

You squawked. “Heyy, he almost had that one!” You huffed, looking up and seeing the other two first years.

The blonde one who was admittedly kind of cute raised a brow. “Are you guys seriously practicing out here? You must be the first years who made all that trouble on the first day.”

The green haired one smiled a little. “T-shirts out here? Aren’t you cold?”

Hinata looked a little in awe of the blonde's height before he started to jump for the ball. “Give it back! Hey!”

“Shouldn’t you elementary schoolers be home at this hour?”

Hinata gawked at him. “Who are you supposed to be?!”

Kageyama raised a brow when he looked over. “I guess you’re the other first year players.”

“Quiet! I’ll do the talking!” Hinata huffed.

“Question. How tall are you?” Kageyama tilted his head.

“Glad you asked! Tsukki happens to be 6’2! He’s almost 6’3.” The green haired one grinned.

“6’2???” Hinata stared, mouth agape.

“What’s the point in you bragging about how tall I am, Tadashi?”

“You’re right. Sorry Tsukki.”

Tsukki and Tadashi then.

Tsukki looked at Kageyama. “You’re Kageyama from Kitagawa First, aren’t you? Tch, a star player like you at a school like this?”

“So?” Kageyama narrowed his eyes, stepping forward.

“Look, Pal! We are not gonna lose to you, do you understand me?!” Hinata huffed, looking up at Tsukki.

Tsukki stared at him before scoffing. “Isn’t that cute? I didn’t realize that little skirmish actually meant something to you, we couldn’t care less about it. But if it means that much to you, I guess we could throw it.”

“WHAATTT?” Hinata gawked at him.

“Fine. Throw it or work yourself to death for all I care. It doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m still gonna win on Saturday.”

“You mean we, right?!”

Tsukki laughed. “So confident! Well that’s the King for you.”

“Hey! Don’t call me that!” Kageyama grit his teeth, stepping forward before you placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking your head.

“I knew it. Rumor has it you lose your cool every time somebody brings up your old nickname. But who wouldn’t want to be the King of The Court? I mean it really suits you, right your Highness?”

Kageyama was shaking with anger and you narrowed your eyes at Tsukki. “That’s enough.” You stepped in front of Kageyama. “I don’t know who you think you are coming over here and fucking with people, but you’re not all that.”

Tsukki raised a brow. “And who are you?”

“Y/N, not that it matters but I went to school with Kageyama and you’re wrong. He’s not like that.” You narrowed your eyes on the blonde.

He scoffed. “Right. I saw him at finals.” He looked back up at Kageyama. “I still can’t believe your teammates put up with all those selfish sets you’d toss up. I know I wouldn’t.” He paused. “Oh, I bet that’s why you’re here, right? They finally got sick of you?”

“Hey, I said that’s enough–” Before you could say anything else, Kageyama moved you out of his way and grabbed Tsukki by the collar.

“Tsukki!” Tadashi gasped, both him and Hinata in somewhat defensive stances.

You and Hinata both stared at Kageyama as he glared at Tsukki before letting him go, turning around and going back to his bag, picking it up. “We’re leaving.”

“Wha–” You sputtered when Tsukki spoke again.

“Running off? Guess the King’s not a threat after all.” You saw the way Hinata’s eyes snapped to Tsukki. “I hope his majesty puts up more of a fight on Saturday–” He tossed the ball up and you’re not sure how it happened, but Hinata was in the air, jumping to grab the ball as Tsukki gawked at him. He landed pretty smoothly too.

“Would you just shut up about the stupid King?! I’m here too!” Hinata glared at him. “You have no idea what I’m capable of!”

“Oh yeah?” Tsukki narrowed his eyes and Hinata grimaced.

“What’s that look for anyway, buddy?! Are you trying to start something with me?!”

Tsukki sighed, smiling. “There’s no need to argue, alright? Let’s all just enjoy playing some volleyball together. It’s just a game, right?”

Hinata furrowed his brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. Bye.” He turned around.

Hinata huffed. “Hey, not so fast! You never told me who you are!”

The two boys both turned back to him.

“I’m Kei Tsukishima, Year 1 Class 4.”

“I’m Tadashi Yamaguchi!”

Not Tadashi then.

“As of today, we are officially your new teammates. Even if it doesn’t feel like it. Anyway, I’m looking forward to his Majesty’s royal sets.”

“Cya!” Yamaguchi called out, walking off with Tsukishima.

Hinata and Kageyama glared at the two as they walked away and you huffed, turning around. “What dicks.”

“For real! We should show them who’s boss.” Hinata grinned.

“It doesn’t matter.” Kageyama said, turning around.

“Hey! Where you going?!”

“Huh?” Kageyama turned to him.

“We still have some work to do, don’t we?”

Kageyama stared at him before setting his bag back down.

You don’t know what it was, but those guys really pissed you off, and you were more determined than ever to help Kageyama and Hinata beat those jerks. Especially the stupid blonde one.

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[onthewaytosomewhere]

Some Sentences on a Sunday

So, it's Sunday, and well my sinuses have been pounding all day attempting to work their way out of my head I'm certain

Apparently, that means all I write is stuff that is nowhere near where I'm at in what I fondly call 'hockey and books' that makes me wanna cry as if the pain wasn't bad enough lol so I'm a share some of that with y'all - even though it's rough and def needs edits lol

❤️Thanks ever so much for the tags today - @typicalopposite @agame-writes @bitbybitwrites @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @england-would-fall @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste @adreamareads @stellarm - I am excited to check out what ya posted ❤️

It's a double six sentence sunday today - which means I counted but didn't like where it ended and I do what I wanna really lol

Alex is soaring across the ice, skating the best damn game of his life, getting open, and putting the puck in the net; he’s got himself a hat trick this game. He, Liam, and their team are ahead and just ready to put this baby to bed. It’s less than 2 minutes left in the third period, and they’re in the middle of a power play. Some goons from the other team have been gunning for Alex the whole game, ramming him into the boards with extra force that the officials apparently don’t see, flinging slurs under their breath as they do so. Two of them had finally got caught when they had decided elbowing and butt-ending Alex in front of one of the officials who actually will call it was a good idea. So, now, here they are in the middle of a power play, fast approaching the end of this game and another win - he’s chasing the puck Liam flings in front of him. When it happens, he sees Henry in his seat out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t even aware he was here this whole game and assumed he wouldn’t be since he had ripped Alex’s heart out only 3 days ago, but there he is, and Alex is distracted for that moment. That moment allows the guy from the other team to come at him and take him completely unaware, with no chance of bracing for the impact as he is rammed into the boards. His whole body is on fire, as the force of the collision with the wall is felt throughout; he doesn’t realize he’s falling until his ass hits the ice. He sees his helmet roll on the ice before he feels the moment of contact where his head slams into the ice. He thinks he hears his name shouted in a familiar voice, only it doesn’t sound like it usually does when he’s heard it. It’s the last thing he hears before the darkness overtakes him.

Alex will be fine, and our boys will work their shit out at some point, but they are gonna suffer a bit more in this than I had planned

As it is late(and I'm certain everyone has already done this) and I can no longer look at this laptop and need to re-med I'm gonna leave this an open tag for anyone who wants it - SO IF UR READING THIS AND HAVEN'T YET POSTED AND WANT TO PLZ TAG ME SO I CAN SEE WHAT YA WROTE AND DON'T HAFTA HUNT IT DOWN lol